Tender Wishes

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Tender Taps, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 15746

Three wishes a day is two more than is necessary for a barely legal colt to relax with.

Tender Taps just graduated from high school, has friends he couldn't be happier with, and even is the lead dancer for the fastest rising idol in Equestria. By all accounts, he would say his life is going great, so what more could he want to wish for.

As he'll find out, a lot.

This is a comment driven story with a specific gimmick for all of you who wish to play along. Every day, Tender Taps gets three small wishes to do with as he wishes. This can range from getting himself a free meal at the hay burger to something more risque, like wishing to see his best friend's boobs and then having her shirt burst open in front of him. However, things like, "He is now wealthy beyond imagination," or "Every mare in Equestria wants to fuck him," are about a billion times more than what he can do with his new found gift.

After all, ultimate power becomes boring, especially when you can just make people not care about what you've done before.

Cover art done by Raptor007 and of the CMC because I couldn't find anthro art of poor Tender.

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Also, my commissions are open, and all characters in this are 18+ in age.

Why was this cancelled: I ended up stopping and asking myself what the story focuses were for me and the audience, and... I wasn't happy with any of the ones I found. Any of the 'story' that I was focused on and hyping up wasn't going to pay off, and was indeed getting weaker as it went, and I realized that I didn't want to continue it like that.

Published 2018-03-23 02:40:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-11 17:55:09 UTC

Warning Signs

Tender Taps fell again. And again, and again, and ag- “Ah!”

He breathed heavily as he sat up from the bed he was lying on, panting as sweat poured down from his face. The nightmare was back. That stupid nightmare that had been torturing him for so long. A nightmare that other foals didn’t deal with, let alone a stupid eighteen year old idiot like himself. After all, this was Equestria. You never fucked up your talent.

At least, when you didn’t… He shut his eyes, groaning as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew the day it had started. Back when he was much younger, he’d been trying an advanced move in front of his new friends and hit a patch of black ice. The next moment, he crashed to the ground, his leg throbbing from the pain.

That was when it began. Scootaloo had laughed at him that day, and he tried to do it again, but the jump it required was rough on his legs back then, and so he came down again and again, and it wouldn’t be until he talked to Cheerilee a week later that he found out that black ice was even a thing. Then again, that happened when you were used to the Bahoovas. It had been his first winter, and he’d long ago forgiven himself for the fuck up.

But now it was back, and had been back for almost a month. Ever since graduation. It wasn’t even always on ice. Sometimes it was in private, sometimes it was on stage, and once he even fell off a mountain.

And every time he would get back up just to fail again.

He sighed, looking around himself as his hands sank into the bed that he was on. The bed that wasn’t his…

The door to the room slammed open, and the feminine stallion jumped as Apple Bloom rushed in. Rushed in in the same sort of leotard that he wore, but… But so different. His showed off how girly he still was. How lithe, agile, and gay he looked.

Apple Bloom on the other hand? Well, he could comment on how it made sure you knew she could break your spine if she tried, just like her sister, with her well muscles arms. He could focus on her abs that made a lot of the guys in their class jealous, but neither of them was what anypony paid attention to.

No, they only cared about one thing. Well, three he supposed. How damn sexy she looked in it, and he couldn’t lie that he thought the same, but who could blame him? She was the first mare he ever befriended, so it’d be weird if he didn’t like her at least a little. His advanced classes made him forget sometimes though that she was in his studio. That she wore this and how if he wanted to he could see it dig into her tits that were almost bigger than his hands could hold, and an ass that could hug any cock in Equestria between its fat, bulbous moons. At least, that’s what most stallions hoped, as nopony had ever dared try to hotdog her before.

Yeah, the only mare in their class that he could think even compared was Sweetie Belle, and that was mostly a trade off of bigger tits, but smaller ass. It was a hard fight in his mind, and one that happened pretty often, especially since he took up being one of Sweetie’s back up dancers. Even worse when he became the main one so he got to actually touch her for things like music videos or love songs.

But… Why was she here, and why was she in her leotard? Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long as she began to babble. “Oh my gosh, I heard you yell and came as quick as I could! How are you feeling? Is anything broken? The teacher said you needed to rest, but she might have missed something.”

So, he was in the studio, which was a small comfort. He gave her a small smile as he checked himself, but found that he was mostly fine. The worst that he felt was that one of his arms was sore, but that could just be because he slept on it. “Nope. Perfectly fine.”

Apple Bloom let out a sigh of relief as she leaned back against the wall. “Oh, that’s a relief. After you fell-”

And Tender Taps heard nothing more. He… Fell? Even if he had passed out, to think he had fallen was… No, no, this had to be a part of the nightmare. It was just trying to be more livid. Maybe… Maybe he could even turn it around! After all, if this was a dream, maybe he could wish to finally see Apple Bloom’s tits, and it would happen!

“Tender?” Apple Bloom looked concerned, but the words came out slowly. The movement seemed delayed. Something was… off.

And then he heard a soft voice whisper in his ear, “Will that be your first wish of the day?”

Tender blinked, his brow furrowing at the question, but his mind brushed it off with a ‘sure.’

And then time returned to normal as Apple Bloom pushed herself off the wall. He could tell that something snagged the back of her leotard as she was pulled back… And then found out it had snagged her bra as she stepped forward and her unrestrained breasts burst out of the front of her shirt.

Tender blinked, staring at the major mammaries as they bounced in front of him. They were the same, beautiful yellow of the rest of her. Well, except for the large, pink areolas that poked out from the middle of them. He watched as they fell back, smacking against her ribs as she stood there stunned, giving him a very long, good look of them, especially as they squished against her.

He swallowed hard, for a second imagining a mare like Fluttershy or Sweetie having their tits smack against their stomachs before his mind screamed about the fact that his best friend’s tits were out and he was just staring! He grabbed the blanket covering him, throwing it up at her as he screamed, “Sorry!” He then jumped onto the bed, just trying to put distance between them as he covered his eyes.

Apple Bloom was silent for a few moment’s, blinking as she hugged the blanket to herself. She then took in a long, deep breath in. There was no reason to panic. This was Tender Taps. Maybe another colt would actually be bad about this, but not Tender. After all, she’d seen some of Sweetie’s outfits, and she may as well have been showing everything off to him then.

Or so she thought until she saw the third leg that was standing at full attention for her in his leotard. It was bigger than Big- No, she didn’t think about that time she accidentally saw that. Apples didn’t think about those things, or stared at giant cocks that beat any of Scootaloo’s ‘borrowed’ dildos from Rainbow’s house, or how amazing-

“Wellgoodtoseethatyou’redoingwell. Haveanicedaybye!”

And then Apple Bloom ran out the door with the towel still firmly clenched to her tits while Tender Taps looked down and groaned at the erection he was sporting. Of course he had to show something so shameful to Apple Bloom. At least his teacher had let him use this back room to relieve himself, but with his friend’s reaction to it… Not even the mental image of his friend’s amazing boobs was enough to make it satisfying.

...Okay, not entirely satisfying.

Author's Note

And for any of my followers have the same response as me: Yes, this is Gamer's Journal as shit.

A Close Encounter of the Sweet Kind

Tender poked his head into Sweetie’s dressing room with a small smile on his lips. He’d been told that the songstress wasn’t going to be doing choreography today, and while he considered the reasoning a little selfish, he couldn’t really blame her. Sweetie was never the best with keeping up with long, hard hours, so every now and then she needed these days where she rested and her agent was kind enough to let her have them.

Still, the agent also pushed a healthy relationship between her and Tender, and so he had been ordered to at least make sure she was awake as she’d at least gotten two hours of sleep now, and he should at least say hi. And, as the agent predicted, she was fast asleep, slumped over her makeup desk as her small, soft breaths filled the room. She looked cute and innocent here, a good reminder for someone who usually saw her in clothes that were, well, less than innocent or cute. At least, when she wasn’t doing ballads.

In fact, in that tradition, and probably because Sweetie was trying to make herself not feel bad for the day off, she was even wearing their newest costume set. For it, he wore a butler’s suit that made him have to push hard to just move, let alone dance with how stuffy it was, but he didn’t mind that. He wasn’t about to ask for a whole new costume after all while she played a down on her luck ‘slut’ in a bunny outfit.

If this was Coloratura, something like that would be against her. For Sweetie though, it was to fit the theme of the first single on her next album which was all about the play, her, that she loved, but all the refinement that she also held, hence why they had also been practicing one of their most intimate dances for one of her wildest songs. It also meant that she was in a skintight, black outfit, just like any good bunny, with a front that acted more like a corset as it barely came over her nipples. In fact, he was pretty sure she used nipple tape to keep it on, as otherwise the spandex would try to leave her chest and leave her large areolas expo-

‘Stop it Tender! Even if it’s your job, you don’t need to think of things like that, even if you wish you could just… No. She’s your friend, and she trusts you to keep her innocent. To not take advantage of the fact that she loves the pop star image, even if she is anything but that.’

He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head with it as he gently laid his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them, slowly applying pressure as he began to rouse her. It was a small trick he’d picked up from his dancing mentors to help wake up poor dads who came to his recitals. After all, his performances weren’t for stallions as his teacher put it, which always made him chuckle. Now though, it made sure Sweetie didn’t jump, at least too much, and instead could look at him with half lidded eyes, a small smile on her face as she reached back towards one of his hands.

And then they both heard a loud pop and one of her eyes looked like it was about to pop out of her head. She then grabbed her neck and slumped back down, groaning out a long, “Ow.”

Tender flinched at the painful sound, before gently rubbing her shoulders. He knew a little about how to do this right, and had been meaning to look into how to do this better for Sweetie. After all, while her manager gave her a lot, he ran tight with her budget in return. It was something that always annoyed Tender, but he didn’t dare bring it up. Not like that at least… “I really wish I could do more for your neck. How much longer do you think it will be until we can get a professional onto the staff to do this?”

The whisper from yesterday came back as time froze for a moment for it to speak. Tender felt cold in this space, unable to move, talk, or almost think. He could only listen to the being that now spoke to it, its voice being more feminine now as it said, “Your first wish has been granted. Two Remain.”

And then he was free from the control, his hands feeling… strong. No, not strong. Empowered. Yeah, that was a lot more accurate, and he blinked as he stared at them, missing as Sweetie bit into her lip. He didn’t miss her words though as she waved a hand in the air. “Oh, it’s not that big of a deal. I get plenty of time to relax anyways, just like somepony I know needs to do more often.”

Tender smiled a little at the words before he dug his hands into her neck, another loud pop coming almost immediately as Sweetie let out a yelp. She then let out a small, soft moan as he followed the stress he could now feel in her neck, and she finished out the sounds with a hum that filled him with that wonderful power that her voice held. A voice that when heard in person could make you feel like you could float. Feel like you could do anything. Made you feel… Sweet.

He smirked to himself for a moment at the small joke before whispering to her. “Just relax. I’ve been, uh, trying to get better at this so you can trust me, I promise.”

Sweetie hummed again before she jerked again from him pressing in harder. “R-Really? If you’ve been taking, mmf, night classes, I’m not going to forgive you.”

Tender chuckled again at that, following her stress to her shoulders so he could stop putting her in quite as much pain for at least a little bit. “Oh, trust me, I still try to get my eight hours a night.” Though, now that Tender thought about it, he didn’t remember the last time he’d gotten more than six. Then again, his dad would just tell him he was young and that he was lucky to be able to do that.

Besides, Rarity had told him to try to make sure Sweetie had gotten her rest, so she wasn’t one to talk with her late night memorization sessions and harmonics. Then again, the two’s professional lives were always tangling up like that. If he yelled at her about practicing when she should be sleeping, she’d yell at him about allowing his costume and the collar bone bruise he was forming from it.

Somedays he wished they could just be honest with each other.

“Second wish, granted. One more remaining.”

Tender blinked, unable to stop it as he felt a hand gripped his. Sweetie was looking off to the side, a small blush on her face before she let out a small sigh. “Um, actually, Tender, I’m really happy that you’ve been taking these lessons. I… I never actually talked to my manager after all about a massue-Ah!”

Tender took his hands away from her with the yelp of pain from Sweetie, but he hadn’t been able to help but squeeze into her tender muscles at that. Why wouldn’t she have talked to her about that? They both agreed that Sweetie’s physical stress issues were a real problem, and yet she hadn’t actually-

“Tender, it’s because I… Don’t know if I could let someone touch or see me like that.”

Tender blinked at the words and how… Scared they sounded. He put a hand over his face, calming down his breath before he shook his head. He… He had wished for this, he guessed? Yeah… Yeah, he had, and he wanted this, but, “What do you mean?”

Sweetie was quiet as she looked away from him, her face becoming even brighter at the question. Tender scratched his head, biting into his lip until a few of his fingers began to try to massage his scalp. It hurt for a moment, but the sharp pain was also a reminder of his new little gift and the fact that he was here to comfort her.

So, he leaned down, doing what his teacher had done for him when he was small, his hands rubbing her shoulders as he whispered into her ear, “What’s wrong?”

Tender could not see how bright Sweetie’s face was at this point, despite the fact that it likely could cut through a snowstorm at this point.

Still though, it was Tender, and she smiled as she remembered that he was just a good friend. After all, there was a reason why she wanted him to do this job in the first place. “Well, you see, I’m okay with the tease. With letting people call me cute, pretty, or even sexy like in this outfit. But… To actually let them see me naked, or touch my thighs, hips, or… Or even my chest… I don’t want a stranger for that. I want someone… closer.”

And before he could stop it, his mind screamed, “I wish I could massage all of you, all the ti-”

“Ah!”

Tender hit his knees, nails digging into his skull as the voice came back. This… This wasn’t him though. It was his spirit and…

It was cracked. Not an inch of him that he could see was properly intact, and it was almost worse than the screaming pain in his mind.

“I gave you this as a small gift for a reason. I limited it for a reason. If you do not recognize this fact, I will destroy you.”

Tender swallowed hard, breathing hard as he gasped out, “But… You… Never told… Me.”

“I am a cruel mistress like that. Never told, but always discovered as so many believe with my gifts, and I will not see one of my favored fail, but,”

The cold started to slip away as a warmth replaced it. “I will grant your wish to be allowed to touch her breasts today. That is all I shall do for you until tomorrow when you get three more.”

And then Tender was back in his body, still so close, so… intimate with her. It was intoxicating as he could smell hints of her strawberry shampoo and could hear her small, tight breaths. He swallowed hard in her ear, not helping with her own nervousness, before putting his hands on her collarbone. “If… If I may, I can, uh, be the first to, um, t-t-touch them.”

Sweetie fidgeted for a moment before smiling up at him. It was her broad, excited smile, despite her bright red cheeks, and she chirped out, “I would really like that. Just remember to be tender with them, okay?”

Tender chuckled a little at that, before slipping his hands downward. Was this because of the spirit though? Was this only because he wished it? What if she didn’t want this? What if this was mind control, or… Or worse-”

“After all, you were the first one who touched them when I’ve had clothes on, how different should it be without them? And if you’re going to be my masseuse soon, it’s something I’ll need to get used to.”

Tender blinked a few times, before forcing himself not to laugh. If he did right now, she’d get upset and huffy about how she was being serious, when everypony else would say she’s being naive. Being the little girl with a large heart that she always was.

And with an equally large chest that he was now… Now…

Sweetie looked up, having been watching his hands hovering over her chest for almost a minute now before whispering, “Relax, Tender. If it helps, I can’t really think of any other stallions I’d let do this.”

It. Didn’t.

Still though, she was waiting for him. Wanting him. Wanting this. If he chickened out, she might be afraid she wasn’t pretty, or worse have the… third conversation with him about needing to come out of the closet since they’d known each other. Yeah, he wasn’t getting that instead of one of the best pair of tits in Ponyville. He was still a stallion after all.

So, he peeled back the tight fabric over them and bit into his lip as he stared at what he assumed no other stallion had ever seen. Her large, soft, pink areolas, but instead of seeing cute, pointy nipples, what he got was even cuter, to him at least. Her nipples were inverted, leaving small slits where they should have been. Even worse to his heart was that with nothing holding them back now, they spilled out over her, sagging as she blushed and wiggled a little, causing the large mammaries to shake with her. “So, what do you think?”

“They’re… They’re incredible…”

Sweetie blushed hard as she let out a school girl giggle. “Would you bet they’re better than my sister’s?”

Tender was happy that he could wish to get a side by side comparison without getting it to actually happen. Still, if he thought about it, he bet Rarity would be like Apple Bloom. Large, but a good bit firmer. That was if he thought about it though. Right now, his brain was just focused on the fact that he was getting to enjoy these tits. “Oh, definitely.”

Sweetie smiled again as she relaxed in her chair, letting her chest rise and fall with her deep breaths before she murmured, “Well then, if they’re so good, what are you waiting for?”

And Tender Taps couldn’t argue with that. Thus, he lowered his hands, forgetting entirely about massaging them as he took her beautiful boobs into his grip. They were tender to the touch, and yielded as if his fingers were hot knives going through butter. Or, jello he supposed as he lost sight of a few of his digits over a fold in her chest. It was almost more than he could take, and was far better than what he had dreamt it would be like.

And then she moaned.It was one of the absolutely most beautiful, erotic things he had ever heard and it sent shivers down his spine. Even when she covered her mouth, the next squeak from her was just as bad to him, forcing his fingers to dig more into her chest as he wanted to hear more of her adorable voice.

What made him slow down were her words as she whispered, “S-Sorry. I’m making this l-lewd, aren’t I?”

Tender swallowed hard. She was, but she also wasn’t to blame for it. It was going to be impossible to make this anything but lewd, but maybe… Maybe he could make it sweet? He used his palms to press over her areolas, causing another moan from her as he continued to massage into her chest and whispered back, “You’re fine. It’s just a nice side effect of this, and… We’ll work on it right?”

Sweetie nodded, before giggling a little. “Just like you’ll work on not standing against m-my chair.”

Standing against her chair? Tender was bent over to whisper to her, so how was she feeling him against her…

He blinked, only now realizing that he had likely never been harder before and his erection was pressed against her chair, even though he was standing almost a foot away from her.

Tender’s hands came off of her chest almost immediately. In his mind, he was telling himself that Sweetie wasn’t a masturbation tool. That he wasn’t going to abuse this for some friends with benefits deal from her naivety. His words though babbled out, “Oh, I got a, uh, thing, with a, uh, person, for… dancing… Bye!”

And then he slammed the door shut as he ran for the nearest bathroom, not noticing as he gave Sweetie’s manager, an older mare named TLC an eye full of what a gifted youth he was and almost making her pass out as she was indeed on the way to remind him that he needed to get back to the stage. Now though… She could give him another five… ten minutes. She would need to ask Sweetie what they did together later though, and she would love the answer she was given, even if it wasn’t the whole truth.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo on the other hand…

On Skype

SB: Oh my god, I just got like the best message from Tender.

AB: Oh, I know he’s been working on that. Applejack says he’s still pretty inexperienced though.

SB: Yeah, well, he was able to work me like taffy. Especially my breasts. I don’t know if they’ve ever felt better than when he touched them. I just wish it hadn’t been so arousing.

AB: YOU DID WHAT!?

SB: Hehe. Turn off capslock.

AB: IT IS ON FOR A VERY REAL REASON! WHY DID YOU LET TENDER GRAB YOUR BOOBS!?

SB: Because he’ll be my masseuse soon and I want to get used to him touching them. Like I said, I got wet during it, and that isn’t okay.

AB: REAL MASSEUSES DON’T GRAB YOUR BREASTS! I think at least.

SB: Well, I doubt Tender knows that. Besides, he’s gay, so it’s okay.

AB: Oh, he’s not gay. I saw just how hard he can get when he saw my breasts yesterday?

SB: ...Why were you showing him your boobs? I did it because it’s a part of our job together.

SL: Sorry. Skype lagged. What’s up?

SB: Apple Bloom showed Tender her breasts!

AB: My leotard got turn by a nail! It was completely on accident, and he acted very sweetly about it, so it’s completely different!

AB: And don’t tell Scootaloo that when we’re talking about you letting him grab your tits!

SB: He was sweet with me too, so it’s not different at all. Besides, that just proves my theory he is gay.

SL: While I’m all for teasing him about being gay, I’m pretty sure he isn’t.

AB: You let him touch! That makes it different!

AB: Besides, Scootaloo is right. After he saw my breasts, he had like a foot long hard on.

AB: Why did I actually type that?

SB: Are you serious?

SL: Fuck! You have to be kidding! I’ve seen that fairie in a leotard. He’s packing nothing!

AB: Forget I said anything. I know I’ve been trying to forget about it.

SB: Why? I mean, guys always say they’ll remember my breasts. Shouldn’t this be the same if he’s that big?

SL: Sweetie, that’s because they’re going to jerk off to your breasts, just like I bet Apple Bloom was doing last night.

AB: OH MY HARMONY, SHUT UP!

SB: Wait, so do you think he got hard with me?

SL: Did he run out of the room like he just wet himself?

SB: Yeah, and just as I thought he might try to pull out my nipples.

AB: SEE!? THIS IS WHY IT WAS DIFFERENT!

SL: Then yeah, he was probably at full mast. Fuck! I don’t have the tits to get to see that!

SB: Ooh, now I’m curious too, especially if it was my fault. After all, don’t guys start to hurt when they see something too pretty?

AB: SWEETIE BELLE! NO!

SB: Oh, that’s good to hear.

SL: XD You wouldn’t know what to do anyways with all that meat.

SB: Yes I would. You don’t know the things I’ve looked at.

SL: Yes I have, and your web history is the cleanest thing I’ve ever seen. What do you get off on, stealing Rarity’s books?

SB has left the group

AB: Oh thank Celestia, we can stop talking about this.

SL: I don’t know. I want more details. Is he bigger than the mold Rainbow made of Spike’s dick?

AB has left the group

Author's Note

This is a fusion of a few suggestions, along with me having some general fun with all of this. I look forward to your comments for this chapter.

Scooting Along

Tender sighed as he sat in the treehouse on the edge of Sweet Apple Acres. It was a bit old and rickety nowadays, as it hadn’t seen use in a good few years. At least, not any use from the club it used to hold. Two of its members on the other hand…

He took in a deep breath, happy that it was Saturday now. After all, the past two days had been fairly… surprising, and talking with Scootaloo for their weekly hour would be good. He even had a little bit of extra time today as the owner of the dance studio he taught at had pushed his class back an hour after hearing about the fall he’d taken so she could watch him dance. Not that he expected Scootaloo to want to talk for too long after he started telling her about Sweetie and Apple Bloom.

Then again, it was a lot more interesting than the normal dodges he used to say he was mostly fine, but he was happy to be able to keep in touch with her. They probably wouldn’t even break out Monopoly this week, though things had just gotten interesting by him getting thrown into jail. It could wait of course, but Tender Taps was fine either way. He was just wishing that she’d be open with what she thought about it all.

First wish, granted.

Scootaloo, who jumped through the window on the side and just over his head, was not so fine. She was a mare with an agenda today, even if she knew she had to be careful with just how eager she was. So, after startling the poor guy, she simply stood tall, grinning at him in her naughty glory. “Ah, good. I thought you might have chickened out to try to be Sweetie’s masseuse instead again.”

Tender’s emotions swapped from aroused, to panicked, right back to aroused in a fashion that left his chest tightening up from the confusion and suddenness of it all. First there was just the fact that Scootaloo was in even less than she normally wore. Out of the Crusaders, she was what one might call the… Slut. There were few ways to get around it from the stories she had told of her and Rainbow together at clubs and the like, and now she stood tall, palm sized breasts outlined perfectly by what was likely her bra. After all, he doubted she bothered to put anything under the tight shoulder straps that were connected to a wrap over her chest.

She was about his height, which was nice, but other ponies swore she was at least fifty percent legs then as her long, toned hips seemed to stretch on forever. And, when they finally stopped, they were met by a tight pair of gray shorts that came away a little at the bottom, which meant he could try to look up them, not that he ever would. Not that he needed to either though, as they practically outlined the fact that she was wearing only a thong underneath, at least if the small, pink strings that came over her hips and out of her shorts didn’t confirm that.

The thong was the most surprising part of it, but Tender told himself it was nothing. He was used to how openly sexy Scoots was willing to be after all. Now, openly admitting that she’d heard his secrets, that was a different story. That was the panic. Being reminded of the giant breasts that he’d gotten to hold the other day…

Such accusations is what he got for not being careful with what he wished for. “Well, um, uh, Wh-where did you, uh, hear that from?”

Scootaloo grinned as she turned around and sat beside Tender, a large grin on her face as she patted his cheek. She was wearing that same grin that she always did when she wanted to tease him about his problems, and while it added a light tone to everything, he wished she would- No! No. not falling for that again.

You’re no fun.

‘And you’re dangerous!’

Then again, he would say the same about Scootaloo, especially as she said, “Well, it’s not like I never talk to my friends. Even managed to get Apple Bloom to spill about you getting to see her tits too, so I better hear that you had an amazing week this week, got it?”

Tender Taps blushed hard at the challenge, but… The fall still weighed on his mind, but he’d never tell her about that. There was no chance of that happening. So, this gave him an out he supposed. “Yeah, I can’t complain much, can I?”

Scootaloo shook her head. “Nope. In fact, I bet your biggest complaint is that I still won’t flash you, even if you’d seen Celestia’s tits.”

Tender paused for a moment as he considered that fact. Scootaloo had never really told any of them why she never flashed her friends, or did anything super sexual with them. The most he’d ever heard was about her getting toys for the girls, but the three of them using them during a sleepover… It was kind of weird he supposed, and he’d love to know why she wouldn’t show him her tits.

Second wish, granted.

Tender paled for a moment, before internally smacking himself. He was probably going to have to hear some Rainbow Dash story now that was going to go on for half an hour, because a lot of Scootaloo’s reasonings for things nowadays she blamed on Rainbow. After all, he could remember when Scoots was shyer about her body and how he’d helped her with that in the pa-

“It’s not like you’d want to see them anyways. I’m not as gifted as other… ponies.”

The pause sold it, but Tender also knew too well when she lost her edge. When she wasn’t able to put even an ounce of a joke into her voice, as she’d taken the inability to lie well from her mentor. That mean though...

Tender looked at her for a moment, just staring at her body. In all honesty, he was a breast guy. Asses and legs were things he saw all the time in the studio, but you didn’t see busty girls there too often, usually because they couldn’t control their balance well enough anymore. So yeah, Scootaloo, even dressed like this, couldn’t just make him erect like Sweetie Belle or Apple Bloom could.

He had needed them to be accidents though. He had needed a bit of trickery or the wishes to see their tits. The image of Scootaloo grabbing her bra thing and pulling it up, letting her nice, soft breasts come out for him to see, maybe her swaying a bit to get them to jiggle a little bit… Yeah, they wouldn’t be nearly as big as a lot of other pony’s, but he had a hard time thinking of much that other ponies could do to look as sexy as he knew Scootaloo could.

And Scootaloo blinked as she was shown just where his thoughts were going and put a hand over her chest. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t worry about it so much then.”

Tender blinked for a moment, taking in the adorable hints of red that were popping up on her cheeks, before glancing down to where she was looking. His eyes widened as he saw that he was already at least at half mast from the thoughts in his mind, and the shock of embarrassment as he saw how outlined it was in even his sweatpants just finished off its launch.

And now he’d been fully erect in front of all of his friends, which was just the thing he wanted! Thanks… Whatever was helping him!

Before he could try to run though, Scootaloo did say, her normal teasing edge back as she said, “That’s pretty impressive though, to think you were always holding back such a pocket rocket.”

Tender’s head began to steam as he pushed his cock down. “Well, um, at least, ah, at least you know I find you…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, not that he needed to for Scootaloo to grin at him.

She then got closer, resting her hands on his shoulder as she whispered, “What? Sexy? Attractive? Bangable? Your friend certainly thinks so.”

Tender swallowed hard, his cheeks burning as he considered how much he wished that he could get at least a handjob from Scootaloo. Just once get another pony’s help with the massive nuisance in his pants.

Third wish, granted.

Tender internally screamed as one of Scootaloo’s hands drifted off of his shoulder and placed itself on the tip of his cock. On the one hand, he really wanted like this. Like, he’d fantasized about each of his friends being with him dozens of times in the past, maybe even hundreds. On the other hand, she was doing it because he wished it. Because he used magic on her…

“Fuck. I really do have to give this a try. Ra-, Uh, I’ve always been able to wrap my hand around cocks I’ve done, but not this one. You don’t mind, do you, T-T-Sexy?” She gave him a wink, her smile never fading, even as her words faltered.

Not that Tender could notice it. He couldn’t believe she was actually stroking it, and the words said she wanted this. The wishes were supposed to be small after all, so maybe it just made her actually commit to it? He didn’t know, and there was some small part of him screaming that he needed not to think about it.

He bit into his lip as he glanced back at Scootaloo’s blushing face. It… It was Scootaloo. She probably did this every weekend, if not every other day. No, he just made her speed up when she might have wanted to do all of this. That was all, and he grabbed the top of his sweatpants to give his answer.

Scootaloo paled as he pulled it out. It reached his knee, so check on length, and was at least the width of her fist, so check on girth. It was indeed the largest cock she’d seen, she was almost certain of it, and her throat tightened at that thought. Instead of showing any of that though, she just forced a giggle out as she pulled out her phone. “If I’m gonna get you off though, I want a before and after picture though, okay?”

Tender’s face became an inferno, threatening to catch on fire as his eyes widened, and all he could manage to get out was, ‘W-what do you mean?”

Scootaloo swallowed hard as she handed her phone to him and began to crawl to the obelisk of flesh that was before her. “It’ll only be for Rainbow and I, I promise. We just, uh, like proof of when we fuck something worth document, and this,” she said as she gingerly cupped his tip with both of her hands, causing it to twitch against her palms, “definitely qualifies. Just, uh, one right n-now, and when you cum. You can do that, right T-Sexy?”

Tender nodded slowly, letting one of his fingers tap on the phone and listened to the click of it going off. He normally wouldn’t even consider doing something like this, but if there was anypony he could trust, he felt it was one of his best friends and the Element of Loyalty.

Now if only he trusted himself. He was already fairly keyed up just from her hands, with large globules of precume coating Scootaloo’s hands. She could have jerked him off pretty quickly, and then she’d probably get to tease him for being a quick shot. He didn’t mind that of course, as her hands already felt divine, but were something he had experienced before, kind of, by his own hands.

What wasn’t supposed to happen was for Scootaloo to take her hands off of his cock, bend over, and wrap her lips around his tip. His eyes became the size of dinner plates as time… stopped for him. It didn’t stretch, or slow, but just stopped as his brain froze. It wanted to understand what was going on. Wanted to be able to enjoy this for more than literally a micro second, but with the thoughts it had been having for years now, and especially over the past two days…

He grunted, his body shaking as his mind screamed for more, and its sheer desire was the only reason he didn’t cum immediately. Not to say he got a proper blowjob, but he did get to feel as Scootaloo took the next inch, and then another. He’d even give her props for getting about five inches on him with this quick, downwards charge she’d performed on his cock, but it was at that point that his lance hit a wall, and her throat seized up.

The sound especially of Scootaloo gagging on his cock was likely the coup de gra. It was almost confirmation of just how big he was that even a super slut like her couldn’t take it, and his body trembled as he felt his large balls begin to swell. He could feel his cum rushing up, and wanted to warn her. His hands and throat trembled though, unable to give her any sort of warning as they twitched.

All he did manage to do was give her about a half dozen, sporadic pictures of his cumshot. First of her cheeks widening with his seed, then her pulling away and a thick plume of the white glue spraying onto her face, before she then coughed and a second thick shot hit her breasts. The final pump and picture got onto her stomach, painting her front in his gifted cum as she continued to cough, and Tender shook in his spot.

For a few moments, once she had recovered, Scootaloo looked around herself. She then finally looked at herself and her stained fur, her eyes slowly widening as she took it all in. Her mouth opened once, then twice, before she stood up.

Tender said nothing, only breathing hard as his brain caught up to it all. His eyes lazily followed her as she grabbed her phone from his limp hand and then leapt out the window. He could hear her hooves hitting the tree branches as she made her way down, likely as graceful as she ever was.

And, sitting there, Tender swallowed hard, not sure what to think as he pulled his legs in, feeling oddly cold despite finally doing something like this.

On Skype

SL: Apple Bloom, can I use your shower? I need to clean myself up.

AB: Sure. Get into a crash nearby.

SL: Yeah, you could call it a crash I guess.

AB: What do you mean?

SL: Nothing. Just… please don’t ask me anything when I get there. I feel like an idiot enough as it is.

AB: Scoots, what did you do?

SL: I’ll be there in about ten minutes.

AB: Ten minutes? That means you’re already at my home! What did you do?

SL: Shared a photo

AB: Oh, well, I mean, so you fucked a friend. What’s the big deal with that?

SL: Just… We’ll talk when I get there. We have a lot to talk about.

Sunday

“I don’t know when the last time I heard you put on classical music was.”

Tender breathed in deeply, already standing on only one toe, before turning his head to see his teacher. Well, peer, as she would tell him to call her, but it was hard for him. After all, he had known Lightfoot for his entire life, and seeing her as anything other than a teacher was hard. At least… Without letting himself go into childhood fantasies.

Not that too many stallions would blame him. Lightfoot was considered a beauty, even amongst Ponyville’s exquisite mares, without an ounce of fat on her body, and supple, palm sized breasts that were almost always outlined by some sort of leotard or body suit that she wore for performances and fun. Today’s choice was a white one that only covered the bare necessities, allowing her soft, blue fur to blend well with it. It was a sight that would take the breath of a lesser man, and almost did Tender’s with everything that had happened to him.

He was trying to be careful after Scootaloo though, and before he could possibly wish for anything wrong, he used his third wish for the day to swap the music to a second disk in the player that played more Prance, rather than Beethooven. “Oh, well, I guess I’m not now.”

Lightfoot let out a small chuckle as her wings beat behind her, the wind they kicked up making her long, dark purple hair sway with her silent steps. Of course, she wasn’t just showing off her wings, and Tender cursed as he had to put down his foot and grab the bar next to him before he lost his balance entirely from the gust. He knew he shouldn’t need to do anything like that anymore, even when distracted, so wh-

“Calm down, Tender.” Lightfoot tapped on the music player in the small studio, swapping it back to the classical notes that it had been playing before, before giving him a small smile. “You’ve been out of balance for a while now, and I sense that it has been getting worse recently. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Tender opened his mouth to disagree, before glancing into the mare’s soft, green eyes. They were just as kind and concerned as they always were, and that was just as much a problem as it always had been. Then again, the older mare was a master at such things, usually so as to help tough boys and girls open up about not wanting to dance, but with Tender… “Can I just claim it to be the falls recently?”

Lightfoot let out a small sigh as she shook her head before she opened her arms up to him. “I’m taking a break from practicing for the aquatic play I have coming up, and you seem like you’re taking a much needed break from that hip hop crap Sweetie does, so why don’t we relax together? A few waltzes around the room, and I’ll let you wait to tell me about your mare troubles.”

“What makes you think it’s mare troubles?”

“I saw Apple Bloom run out on Thursday. Also, I always hoped her bras were padded, because I did not need another dancer whose got tits bigger than mine.”

Tender blushed at the comment, as his teacher’s chest was the one place one might call her lacking, especially since, while it was toned, her ass was surprisingly wide. She blamed it on being a quarter zebra. He blamed it on his luck.

Still… Tender opened his arms too, and the two said nothing as they came together. It wasn’t anything new for the two after all. Almost as simple as saying hello, but their smiles betrayed the past. Of the first time Tender was taught even the box step that was so crucial to a beginner’s ability to waltz, taught to him when he was told he was a sissy for the first time. The first time he learned to spin Lightfoot after her children left her house. The first time he lifted her up when he graduated.

The waltz was his home, and with the classical music on, he lost himself to it, not even noticing as first Lightfoot, and then the world, began to blur and bleed as wisps of blue and white filled the aether. No, this world didn’t even phase Tender as he continued to dance with a being now made of nothing, his mind working as he added steps to the regular routines, the classic steps becoming warped by his own feet into something new. Something more.

And the spirit in his arms smiled at him as it caressed his cheek. “It’s Sunday. A day of rest, and the beginning to a new week. As such, I bless upon you a gift for the new week. A wish to truly grant you power. Grant your desires. One that can change the rules we play by. You merely need to ask for it, and for it to be one that fulfils upon me.”

The world turned red for a moment, becoming the studio for a second as Tender’s mind went to the falls. To him crashing against the ground, but the spirit merely put a finger to his lips. “No. That is beyond my powers, and something you must figure out. As for the girls,” as other spirits drifted into the plane, “think bigger. Think better. Getting them to ignore you, or be honest with you… You could do such things if you pleased. I want something exciting. Something from you. Something that makes me believe I was right with this gift.”

“Now, please, go home, and continue to be you.”

And like that, an hour had passed, Tender was drenched in sweat, and Lightfoot panted beside him. “Wow! I’ve never been your partner when you make something new, but that was spectacular! Do you think you could do that again?”

Tender blinked a few times, his legs remembering the steps vaguely, and he began to take a few tentative steps. Yes, he could feel the steps. Feel the trance he had let himself go into, but without Lightfoot in his arms, and his eyes open, watching where he went…

Crash!

Author's Note

So yeah, I described the rules for this one in the chapter, but I want to make a couple things clear. A) This was planned before this story went quiet, I just was bad about writing it, and B) think big... And think of what may make opportunities, rather than just bring a quick end to things. And no, I won't be super pretentious, so if like half of you are asking for every mare in Equestria to get a free boob job, I'm not about to tell you all no.

Also, between the last chapter and now, I released a new book! It would mean a lot to me if you would check it out, or the story that came before it, since it is a sequel.

A New Sort of Music Video

Tender sat on the edge of his bed, his hands folded on top of themselves as he stared into the darkness around him. He was supposed to be in bed two hours ago, and at this point was only going to get maybe two hours before he had to start practicing the choreography for Sweetie’s next video in the morning. His mind wouldn’t be quiet though, and at the edges of his eyes, he could swear he saw wisps of smoke. Wisps of whatever ethereal being had talked to him before, and had been there for the dance he had spent the rest of the day trying to remember after his crash.

And just like those phantom steps, he now sat there tantalized by its other gift. A wish to change the rules. He didn’t know of any rules he wanted to change though. Not anything that wasn’t rejected by his mind, an unconcious force telling him no as he thought. Thus, he still needed sleep, days continued to be twenty four hours long, and he sat here tormented by what he might want to do.

He obeyed the rules. He stayed exactly where he should be. The only rule he could think of that bothered him was anytime Sweetie Belle told him about interviews she had about their videos together. About how they were going too far if they were still supposed to be ‘innocent’. Sweetie had so many times thought about just shutting down the two of them working together, something her manager hadn’t allowed so far, just to get the press to stop, though he found a dance between the two of them helped her remember why he was her choreographer.

People hated her just because she was a free spirit. Just because she didn’t hide her body, or deny that sex ever existed. There was more to innocence than that. More to a childish spirit than that. ‘I wish people would be able to just relax about such things and accept the new reality me and my friends were raised in with the internet.”

And almost as soon as he had thought those words, he found that his eyes couldn’t stay open, and he collapsed onto his bed, missing his alarm clock and rushing out of his house just in time for rehearsal.

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Tender burst through the stage doors in a panic, already in his stuffy, butler’s clothes as he panted from having to run from his house. He barely could remember last night as he blinked at the stage, but he knew he had done something. Something was different. Something was wrong.

After all, him and Sweetie were the only ones on stage today. “Where are the other dancers? I thought we were doing a full rehearsal today. Did that change?”

Sweetie swallowed hard, her arms moving to go over her chest, squeezing down the mountains, but… Her costume was different. It wasn’t a corset now. No, instead, she wore a rather cute sweater that hugged the front of her body well… And nothing else. As such, Sweetie Belle’s action just helped her soft, squishy flesh squeeze out, letting more of the sides of her breasts be seen by him, something that seemed to fluster her more.

With another look, Tender saw just how indecent the sweater was, especially when paired with a pair of slightly torn shorts that he’d expect more from Apple Bloom than her. Than again, for a music video, anything was possible after their alien costumes once. That didn’t distract him though from the fact that the sweater covered none of her back, except a small strip of yarn at her neck to keep it on, and a thin line of cloth at the bottom… underneath the small bit of her ass that he could see when she turned away from him, her cheeks still bright red.

He frowned a little at the entire costume change. It wasn’t out of character for her in her videos, and in fact, made him think of a-

“Mr. Taps, what do you think of your new, poor, school girl?”

Tender blinked at being called, snapping out of his thoughts as, well, Miss Camer- Veiled. She liked being called Veiled more than Camera. She was Sweetie Belle’s manager, and he looked down to the somewhat older mare. She was probably around the same age as his teacher, and looked about as good as her, though for different reasons. She wore her age more after all, with breasts that rivaled Sweetie’s, a bit of heft to her body, and usually wearing suits that were maybe a size too small so that you could tell all of that just by a glance. Her black fur, with a white stripe over her eyes, helped with her appeal, especially in a muted, red suit that was her favorite, but it also made him always think of a raccoon. Someone who was always watching and had a bigger plan than might be expected, especially with how kind she was.

And looking back at Sweetie Belle, he felt like he had been trapped right in her clutches. “Umm, She, uh, looks-”

“I can’t have you being like that today. After all, you’re supposed to be the suave businessman that takes advantage of her. Otherwise, she just looks like some slut doing her first porn music video.”

Tender’s eyes flew open at the statement before he opened his mouth and things… Shifted. His memories were altered as he remembered interviews not accusing Sweetie Belle of being a slut, but instead asking about their relationship. After all, now it wasn’t strange for even a young star like her to have a sex life, and with all the two had done, everyone thought they were constantly fucking. The two’s relationship was no different though, except that last week the two had agreed to finally shoot a video that would include full nudity. One where Tender was going to undress Sweetie, pull out his cock, which Veiled assured Sweetie would like with a wink he didn’t like, and make her su- su-

He blinked, wobbling on his feet as he felt like he might be sick. It wasn’t just at the idea of his wonderful little idol blowing him, but just at the fabric of reality changing so hard that doing a variant like this to go with the normal video wasn’t weird! What had the spirit done?

But, as Veiled, seeing his wobbling, called “Places,” he fell into the same trap she had put him into a few times before. After all, this wasn’t the first time that he had been put on stage with something he hadn’t known about. No, she liked these last minute surprises where something got a lot more sexual, and that was even before the shift. Tender was a professional after all, and he moved obediently to do as he was told, even as his legs shuddered underneath him.

And then he looked at Sweetie Belle, and his mind drifted to all the things this shifted between the two of them. In fact, between all of his friends.

…

He blinked and tried to focus on it again.

...Nothing. He almost didn’t believe it until he looked into Sweetie Belle’s eyes. They were the same nervous, scared ones that he always knew when they took the stage. Well, not whenever they took the stage, but when something went wrong. When a costume for a concert went missing. When some of her dancers had gotten the flu and he had to change the routine on the spot. Or, for that matter, one concert where he had had to break script because her outfit had started to tear, and she couldn’t keep dancing without a full wardrobe malfunction.

He was the professional. When everything went wrong, he would come up with a solution, and this played to that. After all, Sweetie was purely supposed to follow his lead. It was all up to him how perverse he made this. How much he hurt Sweetie.

His body tensed up as the first notes of the song began to play. They would start, and then restart after sixteen beats to get the two ready to perform. With each beat, he counted along as he forced it all out. Instead, the only thing he focused on were Sweetie Belle’s eyes, and he silently wished to himself to be able to keep those eyes in his mind so he knew what was at stake if he couldn’t relax and just dance.

And so he started going over the plan. He knew the theme. He was an older, rich, charming man who by all means looked unthreatening, but was…

‘No. Fuck the consequences. I will not let some director hurt a friend, or what this should be.’

And only Veiled saw as white wisps of smoke rushed out of Tender’s cloak for a second as the music restarted one more time, not on her cue, and in the camera he looked older. Like a true gentleman, rather than a boy wearing a suit, and there was even a white rose on his lapel. It was… Intriguing to the director to say the least.

To Tender though? He felt none of that as he reached over and plucked Sweetie Belle’s hand from her. With it, and a soft tug, he pulled her to turn, her other hand coming up for him to take. He could twirl her, and he could vaguely see the steps he had planned for this. To ‘bewilder’ her with his steps as he used every ounce of his talent to make it seem like he could make her fly.

That wasn’t them though. Or, not all of them, so he leaned back, letting the two swing in a wide circle as he smiled at her. Sweetie Belle blinked, and with a small wish, she truly followed his lead, giggling as she had the first time the two had spun like this as school children.

It didn’t last long as Tender pulled her back in, gentle and slow, before one of his hands caressed her cheek, and their bodies had less than an inch of space at any point. Sweetie shuddered against him as one of his hands slid along her side, before then freezing.

One of Sweetie Belle’s breasts was out. The spin must have thrown in out of the impractical sweater. It sagged without even the small bit of support, but she didn’t notice it yet. In her mind, she was still safe, while Tender knew that at least one of the cameras would be able to see it. Make sure it was…

He shut his eyes for a moment, before opening them again as the hand on her side gently grabbed part of her sweater and pulled it back over her breast. It immediately made Sweetie Belle beat red, but it was better than if he had simply groped her. After all, he wanted to take this slower. To make sure she knew he cared.

The next step came with a hand gently cupping her ass and lifting her up a little as he helped her glide across the stage, transitioning from whatever park they had been in, to a mental bar. As such, he now leaned in, using his arm as the bench underneath her while they stayed close. Their breath was almost one as he kept his eyes on her, a hand reaching out, actually for balance, but as if also grabbing a drink for the two.

She glanced down, and he smiled at how cute she was. She only blushed harder at the action, and he straightened them a little, barely keeping himself upright with his strength as he brought his other arm down, keeping a finger around the ‘glass’ as he brought it to her lips. Her soft, thin pillows wrapped around his finger, her eyes glancing to his as he could hear her swallow.

In his mind though, she was just having her first sip, and he was trying to be romantic as he leaned in, his lips pressing against hers awkwardly. His tongue darted in briefly as Sweetie’s eyes closed slightly, tapping against her tongue and reveling in her taste, before he then almost dropped her. It was… A lot, and while his hand tugging on hers stopped her from falling, he turned away, blushing himself as he put a hand over his face.

Opening his eyes, he saw himself. That same spirit that had come when he had pushed the wishes too far. It could hear his mind screaming to stop. That this was too far. That he was… He was being too honest with his emotions, but the spirit gave him a thumbs up. The spirit appeared to agree with the painful throbbing in his chest, and…

And in the moment, Tender gave in, if not just to continue the dance. It lost the setting a little as he went back to more basic steps. With small tugs and turns though, he made Sweetie Belle look like an ametuer who was just learning on her feet, while with each kiss and pause the two shared, with each brief moment their lips touched, or how Tender would look away as he needed to readjust her sweater again, both of theirs nerves about the situation became all the more apparent.

And, on honest accident for Tender, as the final verse began to come, Sweetie’s red face fell from his eyes. Instead, it fell to his waist as her legs gave out from her. The two of them both froze as they realized what they should do, and…

And what Tender hoped they both wanted as he indeed did unbutton his pants, and pulled out his cock. Every inch of it, right in front of Sweetie Belle, and he shut his eyes as he wished for her not to hate it. As he wished for her to just go along with this last bit of the dance, even as the stern nerves that had kept him through all of this began to fail him.

And then shattered as her lips brushed against his shaft. It wasn’t that he came. In fact, he wasn’t even hard. It was just that… He couldn’t do this. Not right now. Not when he knew this was all a scam. Not when he was lying to himself about this being a part of the performance, art, or even his heart. No, he wasn’t that good. He… He was just some loser, and this had to stop.

And so Veiled watched as the wisps of smoke, on her screen for only her to see, left the boy, and their final kiss, happening from a stunned Sweetie Belle getting pulled right up to Tender’s face for it, actually came across as awkward, instead of scared and sweet. For a split second, it made her consider scrapping it, but as she looked up at the two parting, unable to look at each other, she knew she would have to be happy with it. At least, for this song.

Besides, she was satisfied just getting to know that she really was working with a horse in the sheets, and not just some pony. Only question now was how to get more of that footlong near her.

Author's Note

Okay, going to cover a few things now: One: This wish's retroactive stuff mostly applies to things that wouldn't change the character. For an example (spoilers though we may never touch on some of these characters): Pinkie has been a somewhat public prostitute for her life by offering things like Blowjobs at Sugarcube Corner. This fits with her character, but wouldn't change it. However, Applejack has not done the same thing for her family as that would change how her character acts, at least in my eyes. This is mostly to allow things like this music video not to seem too abnormal, but also so I don't have to rewrite whole characters who may have changed from this.

Two: I have established parts of Tender's weekly schedule, but do not expect me to keep to it, just for flexibility.

Three: I'd love to hear any guesses you might have as for what exactly is empowering Tender, and its goals, especially after so much power was given to him like this.

And four: Sorry for all the clarifying here. I just want to try to make things clear, especially after the confusion last time, and in general to help you guys comment for future chapters with knowledge of how things are, instead of being 100% blindsided.

Oh, and, as always, leave your suggestions below for what he should do next, or what you would like to see happen to him next.

A New Flower Girl

It was a rough day for the girl who sat at the flower stand that day. It was her first day on the job, and the first day to saving up for her new life. A life that would hopefully see her happier and more fulfilled then she had been in her previous life. Somewhere where people would remember her. After three years of flipping burgers and being a secretary, it was something she had been looking forward to even. Now though…

The girl put her hands in her long, green hair as she squeezed her skull, trying to get some of the pressure that had been building in her head to back off. After all, it wasn’t like she’d had to talk to anyone yet. Well, not anyone who couldn’t talk with her about plants. No, Roseluck and Daisy had been more welcoming to her, especially since they apparently lost one of their number to a place called Manehatten, and they both shared her love for fauna.

However, they also shared her miserable ability to plan or sew, so they had thought that giving her their spare uniform would be okay. Unfortunately for them, no one had told them that part of the girl’s problem was, well… Her chest. After all, it was fairly hard to be invisible at times when you had breasts as big as your head! Or bigger when they were swollen with side effects she didn’t like to think about and groaned about as she shook her head.

Though, looking down at her chest, she wondered if she might get the same sort of treatment, where guys merely remembered her as a great pair of floating tits, and that was it. Maybe the uniform would help though? After all, it was anything but modest, something that she had been sworn would not be the case. But no, instead it had a yellow skirt that barely went below her panties, an apron in the front she was thankful for, and then a corset sort of thing that she attributed to Playboy Bunnies more than saleswomen. Then again, Roseluck would be right about the fact that more people would buy flowers when she looked this way.

Unfortunately, the sort of corset she wore also needed to be fairly tailored to the girl, or else it, well… Didn’t cover a damn thing. As such, she had been fairly focused on the fact that her apron was the only thing keeping her breasts from being exposed to the world. Or, more of them, as she really could only cover her cleavage and her nipples. The sides of her breasts and the tops of them were fair game, and she’d gotten plenty of whistles for it.

No one had seen fit to actually force a conversation with her though, and as such as she just kept her arms tight to her body, moving them as little as possible so no one saw anything they shouldn’t.

At least until a soft voice said, “Hey, would you like something to cover yourself?”

The girl blinked a few times, before turning red as she looked over to the voice. It belonged to an orange stallion, though a muted orange that was appealing to the eyes, much like her own, green skin, and his short, messy, purple hair framed his face as he smiled at her. However, her eyes quickly went down to his exposed chest and abs. To say he was muscular would be incorrect. No, he was toned, without a drop of fat on his body.

She opened her mouth to ask why he was shirtless as her face became brighter and brighter, but instead realized that he was in fact offering his shirt to her. He went even farther to ask, “Actually, if you’d like, you can go inside to change, and I bet with maybe… Yeah, I can spare fifteen minutes to try to make your uniform look right. What do you think?”

She bit into her lip at the words. She doubted he could really do that, especially since he didn’t even have a backpack with him, but… She had another six hours of work to go, and she was likely going to die if she stayed as she was. As such, she snatched the shirt from him and ran in… Only to then apologize furiously to him as she handed him her uniform for having been so rude, something the boy seemed rather okay with.

Then again, of course he was, she thought as she slammed the door behind her. She had chosen this path for a reason after all, and while she let her mind drift back into the fantasies that had made her take the new job, she missed as the stallion outside materialized a sewing kit out of thin air, then some fabric, and got to work. After a prick of his hand, his work became much swifter, before those around him wondered how the dancer of the town was suddenly able to sew like they might expect Rarity to.

Not that the girl hiding in the store minded. Even fifteen minutes in a boy’s shirt, that showed off her midriff and a little of the underside of her breasts due to their size, was a lot for her to deal with. Then again, when she thought about it, she didn’t know if she’d ever spent even fifteen minutes standing next to a boy before now.

But, those fifteen minutes had to come and go, but it wasn’t the boy that came in to give her her uniform. No, instead, it was Roseluck, who had a smile that was much wider than the girl would have liked. It was the sort of smile she used to see all the time in school before some girl tried to steal another’s boyfriend, or a guy figured out just how to humiliate a nerd. It was one that spoke of plans, and she paled at the sight of it.

Roseluck though merely smiled more. “Alright, here you go, and once you’re dressed, I want you to go introduce yourself to one of our best customers; Tender Taps. He works on a lot of musicals and performances in town, and with Daisy and I already swamped, this will help you get used to what to expect, and help you make a friend! What do you say?”

The girl paled more at the words, before opening her mouth, only for Roseluck to say, “That’s the spirit,” and walking off.

And so she walked out of the store, her body shaking as she covered her chest. It was admittedly more modest than even what Roseluck or Daisy wore,with it trying to cup over the entirety of her chest, but it was a quick job, and without her measurements, so while it did a good job, it by no means was complete. It also still left her arms and shoulders exposed, and she shuddered from the cold.

Looking at the cute boy though… She shuddered for a different reason.

Tender though merely smiled at her as he extended a hand to her. “Hi! I’m Tender Taps, and Roseluck gave you a glowing recommendation. Even better, I promise to let you wear what you’d like when we work together.”

The positive tone, the smile, all of it… It made the girl breathe a little easier as she asked, “Even a boring, frumpy old sweater?”

“I don’t see a problem with that. After all, I’m not going to make you start dancing with me, I promise.”

And her heart almost skipped a beat at the idea of being held in his arms, before she extended her arm, and their agreement was made as she said, “O-Okay. I-I’m Wallflower Blush by the way.”

A Night of Reassurance

Tender laid in bed, tired from the day before. Not that it had been bad. No, it had been nice to meet the human turned pony that was Mrs. Blush, but… It had also made something painfully clear to him. After all, the poor mare was about as shy as they came, and oddly had a body matching that disposition, and yet she still wore something so revealing. Yes, it was her uniform, but if he focused he could remember that that was not always the case. That the old uniform had been Summer colors and an apron.

Now… Now it had made a charming afternoon more than a little arousing as he glanced down at the slight bulge in his pants. He was a little too depressed to take care of it tonight, nor was it that much of a bother, but it was there. A small part of him joked as his teacher would about the compliment it was, but in reality it just showed why he made the wish.

That he was becoming as debaucherous as so many school colts were. It was something he had avoided in school, but now… Now he was no better than them, and all were to suffer for it.

He groaned at the thought, throwing an arm over his eyes with a sigh. “I wish a princess could let me know if I did wrong by all of this.”

And then he flinched, expecting to be ripped from his body again, before his body relaxed. He had used his three wishes up already. He was safe. His words could have no meaning here.

At least, they wouldn’t if the spirit watching over him decided to act on the very slight nudge that it would take for a certain princess to hasten her investigation into why more mares had been dreaming of this young stallion in particular, or why he was depicted with such a… monumental dick.

Yes, indeed, the spirit was all too happy to bend a rule for a nice treat that fit into her plans all too well.

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Luna smiled to herself as she peaked into the small dance studio that was this stallion’s dream world. It was fitting, and only told her further that she had the right place. After all, her subjects continued to dream of this dancer in things like tights, tuxedos, though one had also dreamt of him in clown makeup for a night and that was… weird, but she had long ago learned to forgive her subjects for their fetishes. Those same fetishes were what brought her here tonight though, as she was used to stallion’s being enlarged in the dreams, but the mares had always been happy when their stomachs would bulge from their partner’s scepters.

A few of the younger subjects that knew this stallion though usually found their dreams becoming timid when he pulled out his cock, if not into full blown nightmares.

If it was just them imposing it onto him, fine. She would speak to her young charges about why they were becoming afraid of stallions, teach them a lesson, and then head off. She doubted that of course with how relaxed Celestia had made the morals of her subjects while she had been gone, but now was not the time for that. Now was the time to see if this was reality, because if it was… Well, that was important crown business as to why. Business she didn’t need, nor want, to go into detail about.

...Yeah.

First there was to make sure that the young stallion didn’t lie to her as she tapped on the wall of the studio, her magic seeping into it. Like this, she was in complete control, and thus would make sure he didn’t exaggerate anything. Next came her own appearance. She could appear as a nightmare, a fantasy, or herself, but she didn’t want the last one. If her investigation had to go deeper than cursory glances, then she would want him to believe it was a dream. As such, she molded her appearance to be a fantasy of what he would want of her. How he would desire her in a dream.

And his image of her… It was breathtaking. All the way down to her proportions, her body stayed the same, something she actually enjoyed. After all, she was proud of her nice, supple breasts that couldn’t knock a stallion out if she turned too fast like a couple other princesses she knew, her toned legs, muscular arms and abs, all of which were a part of the fact that she had always been the warrior between her and her sister. Not that she wasn’t attractive, but it was nice to not be a blow up doll.

No, the breathtaking part was her outfit. As she herself was making herself into a fantasy, she was covered in very little. Yes, one look at her, and the stallion would likely see her pussy, her almost black nipples, and every inch of her toned, curved body. The body of a goddess… But the attire was still suitable for her. It was still worthy of her, and she knew when she awoke she would need it.

See, she was wearing her hair. Or, that’s what it appeared to her at first. Upon closer look, she realized it was enchanted silk that clung from her skin in what was actually a rather long robe. It’s magic appeared as a starry night though, shifting so that parts of it were translucent, while others shone with motes of light, all while winds of aether and space swirled over her body, both shrouding and revealing herself with each sway of her muscles.

It almost made her shudder in ecstasy as two images appeared in her mind. A set of twins she missed dearly from her youth. Her and her sister’s teachers, the Muses, and this was the exact sort of thing the two would have made. Or, well, something close. Neither would be so daring as to make something revealing.

Not that she minded it as she walked, the silk not obstructing her for a second as it seemed to almost respond to her will so that it hovered off the ground. With it, and silent steps on the dance studio floors, she felt like a goddess. Like the same sort of beauty that so many of those infernal magazines called her sister.

And found the itch in her loins were becoming a slight burning as she hummed into the air to catch the stallion’s attention.

Tender paused in his routine, wearing a skintight leotard at the moment as he practiced. When he turned to Luna, his eyes widened as his lifted foot tried to come down, but it didn’t. No, instead Luna saw as his leg tried to disappear, and the studio cracked, even in spite of her magic, and only with a quick, hidden burst of magic did she force the boy’s subconscious to not take over. For her to still be in control as his foot still came down on the floor and he managed to steady himself.

He took a few steps as she continued to glide along the studio floor, her smile small and coy as his eyes devoured her. It wasn’t an uncommon sight for her, as she had watched so many stallions dream of their princesses pleasing them. She liked to usually take this as a chance to take in the stallion themselves. To judge them as they judged her, and her opinion… Nice. He would make a good butler.

At least, until a pink haze came through the studio as his hormones began to act upon the sight in front of him, and Luna saw a bulge begin to form in his pants. A bulge that either meant he was able to spring up like a jack in a box, or….

She swallowed hard, keeping her composure as she turned away. “I was informed that I should wear a proper gown for our lesson, but this was all I had. I hope you do not mind.”

The terror in the poor boy’s eyes seemed to relax at this, which wasn’t wholly surprising to her. After all, if he knew her young friends, he likely had heard about their ethereal journeys together, so he was one of few stallions who would believe it was actually her. However, playing along with a dream and using silly logic like a princess actually being willing to wear such a gaudy, revealing…

Luna had to use all of her being to not think that this was likely just Tuesday wear for Cadance, the whore. Well, not… She shut her eyes as she refused to think more on how disgusting Equestria was, and how their Princess of Love saw fit to try to show her acceptance for ponies’ eccentricities. Besides, her focus was on the colt, who was still growing! Ah!

She was better than this! She… She needed to focus. Her job here was to make sure her fillies were just fantasizing, and worrying, about a possible relationship with this colt, rather than becoming afraid of stallions in general. As she could now see, the latter was not the case. She could just go now.

“Well, princess, I thought we could start with a refresher on the Royal Coltinian Waltz, before moving into the Canterlot, High Society Canter, and finish with a round of Paso Doble, with you leading of course.”

She opened her mouth to dismiss the idea of learning such dances, before stopping. Those were her dances. Or, more so, dances she had once envisioned, as the first was one she had practiced with Celestia, the next one for the common folk when they were allowed in the castle, and the final one meant to mimic a fight she had with a Manticore.

She turned to him, blinking a few times. “How do you know of those?”

Tender tilted his head a little, before blushing a little. “Oh, my apologies princess. I know that Celestia used your name on many night activities after your passing, but… I thought of these you may know of. They’re classic dances passed down from as early as even the twelfth century. All classics in my opinion that I have made sure not to forget.”

Luna stared at the boy for another moment, a moment of depression and rage hitting her like a spike in the spine at another moment of ‘revisionist history’ that her sister had done with her name, but this time it was true. Her old dances had actually been kept, something she might have known if she attended balls or saw ponies outside of her dreams…

She lowered her eyes as she extended her hands. “Show me what you’re worth, colt.”

And Tender threw himself into the lesson, or at least did right up until Luna accidentally threw herself to the floor just from the first few steps of the waltz. “Princess! Are you okay?”

Luna blinked a few times as she laid on the ground. Back when she was used to the world, when she had a public life, and the time of her sister, she was the most graceful being in existence in order to try to create something her subjects could enjoy at night. In his arms, even for a second, she could tell how close he was to that level himself… And how far she had fallen.

She glanced up to the boy, giving him a small smile as her hands came up, one of them cupping his cheek while the other found his back and pulled him closer. “I only know that I need more lessons, and I am grateful to have found a teacher.”

Tender himself blushed, before his eyes widened from a gentle peck from the princess. He opened his mouth to say something, but Luna merely put a hand to his lips. “As a reward for becoming my teacher, and down payment for more lessons,” she said as she swallowed hard, her body at this point a mess of emotions, but lust beating them all for how much she wanted this waif of a stallion, “I wish to bed you.”

It served one more purpose, as she had acted too much like herself, and not the image of herself. With this, she could feel the colt’s possible beliefs that this was her vanish. After all, how many stallions got to bed the princess of the night? The one no pony got to be near…

Luna blinked, before banishing the thought, because such numbers weren’t needed by anypony, let alone her!

It helped of course that the colt’s hand now found her breast. His fingers were soft, kind, as if he was holding a real girl, rather than the rough grabs she saw from so many Earth ponies upon their objects of affection. No, like with the rest of his movements, this colt was soft. For a moment, she wondered how hard she’d even need to punch him to lay him out, before his thumb found her nipple. A bolt of lightning hit her body, before it crashed into the wave already building in her. It was enough to force the smallest moan from her as her legs twitched underneath him.

Tender paused at the noise, before looking up to Luna and whispering, “Are you okay?”

Luna was most definitely thought, with his words making her think she might have been having a heart attack with the lance that found itself in her chest, but she instead just waved it away. “O-Of course! Nothing to fret about.”

In her need to shrug this off though, her magic went rouge for a moment, and she watched as their clothes melted away. Her own hadn’t been doing their job anyways, but now that she got to see the handsome, young colt in all of his glor-

…

“Princess?”

Luna blinked a few times, finally tearing her eyes from the erection that she could now visibly see, and was making her wonder if her subjects had actually been shrinking him before she whispered, “Y-Yes?”

Tender swallowed hard, his hands now off of her chest, but on her back to help her sit up. “Well, it’s just… You became stiff, and I can guess why, so if you’d like us to stop, I entirely understand.”

Did… Did he think she was afraid? Luna almost couldn’t properly consider the possibility of a commoner accusing her of such a thing, and her wings rustled for a moment as she considered how to respond. Then there were his eyes. His sincere, worried, nervous eyes that were looking into her own.

Her hand gently pulled him in for a gentle kiss before whispering to him, as her magic made the words true with about a gallon of dream lube, “No. I merely needed a moment, but am now ready for you.” She then laid back, opening her legs ever so slightly for him as her body shook. “N-Now, sh-show me what y-you can do?”

Tender froze over her, but Luna was useless at this point. She wasn’t a stranger to sex, but, well… Maybe an acquaintance… At best. Actually, more a stalker she supposed. No, that meant that she was in love with sex. No, she usually just had to watch others enjoy their fun. For her though? Well, a thousand years ago, there was nopony close enough to a princess to bed, at least that then didn’t become evil, and there was so much to do anyways. Now though…

Now she was just terrified as Tender lowered himself to her. Their lips met once again, but this time neither pulled away. Neither could with the terror in their chest, even as only Tender’s tip began to open her folds. Even his width was more than she had ever thought to attempt upon herself, and she shrank back from the feeling of it. Tender almost pulled away at that, but Luna couldn’t allow that. Not as she needed him close for her courage not to fail now.

So she pulled on him tight, keeping it so that there wasn’t an inch of space between their chests. It was only due to how surprisingly strong Tender’s legs were that he wasn’t forced to plunge into the princess by her strength. However, he couldn’t dare do that as his legs stayed locked, and his hips did all that he could.

And the moan that escaped Luna made the effort all worth it as her folds wrapped around his tip. Luna herself let one of her hands fall away from his back, instead seeking a comfort she did more properly know from her own time. One that was not so awkward as when people hugged or kissed as they did now, but meant so much to her anyways.

She grabbed one of his hands and held it tight. It seemed childish to her, even in the moment, but feeling him squeeze back as he pushed into her again and sent waves crashing through her body, it made her feel more right about this. That she wasn’t a fool for the choice.

She even let herself try to push back up, her body thrusting itself against him as he grunted from the action. Her own folds clung to his body as they both pulled away at the same time, desperate to keep him in her. To keep him nice and close, even though there was a small part of her that was trying to remind her that she at best was experiencing a fifth of his girth at the moment.

She didn’t care though as their bodies rocked against each other, and their tongues fought the same battle their bodies did of push and pull. Of give and take as every inch of them became one, and shuddered from how it felt to do so.

It could not last forever though, but neither of them talked about that. Neither thought about what they should do in the real world as his cock throbbed and stiffened within her, his precum already having slathered her inner walls with its ink in preparation for the real thing soon. No, Luna made sure to enjoy the fact that they were in a dream, her own magic making sure they rose at the same time, and the whole world around them was on a knife’s edge as the two of them finally parted lips.

And it shattered just moments after Luna felt him cum. After she found her own climax. It was… A rough departure from the dream, leaving the whole scene as chaos in her mind, but she remembered the important part.

The two of them had laid together, and for everything he lacked as a stallion, in bed… In bed she desired nothing more, and so flew towards Canterlot to see her assistant about a few things, her eyes burning with desire as she flew through the night, and Tender awoke, drenched in his own sweat as he found his cum having ruined his bedsheets.