“Morning human dude,” the azure griffon yawned, waking down the hallway and waving at the man.
“Hey Gallus, good luck on that test today!” Anon responded, giving a thumbs up to the small bird-lion before continuing to sweep the floors.
Nearly a month had gone by since Anonymous found himself in Ponyville. He wasn’t sure how, or why, he’d been transported to the land of magical talking creatures, but here he was. Having laid down for a nap, he woke up in a field just outside of the little village. Wandering into town, he was greeted by a number of pastel ponies, none of whom seemed to know who, or what, he was. Shortly after arriving, he was ushered to speak with Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship. The alicorn, a hybrid of pegasus, earth pony, and unicorn, was unaware of what could have transported Anonymous to their universe.
The princess, in a shrewd decision, decided to offer the human a job at her newly minted Friendship School. Until she, along with the other alicorns, discovered a way to return him home, Anon could lend a hand with the facility and learn a bit about the denizens of Equestria in the process. Having few other options, the man agreed. If nothing else, it would keep him busy and let him acclimate to his surroundings. Thus, he took a job as a humble janitor at the school.
Anon did have some knowledge of their world. Having browsed the internet regularly back on Earth, he’d stumbled across videos and content from their universe, it having been a children’s cartoon show there. He knew that, for the most part, the sapient species of the world were friendly and, relatively, harmless; often helping one another with various problems while going on adventures across the land. Ponies, Yaks, Griffons, Hippogriffs, Dragons, and Changelings seemed to be six of the most prevalent species in Equestria, and all of them had students at the Friendship School.
Of all the creatures inhabiting Equestria, Anon was most interested in the changelings. Once a nefarious, parasitic race of shapeshifters, they’d transformed themselves, philosophically and physically, into a kindhearted group of colorful insect-horses. Of course, there were some which refused to abandon their old, devious ways, like the infamous Queen Chrysalis, but the overwhelming majority were now friendly and pastel hued. Even though he’d been working at the school for a few weeks, he was only aware of a single changeling student, a girl named Ocellus.
Ocellus was rather soft spoken and shy, often disguising herself as her classmates to play tricks or to sneak by unnoticed. She was pretty tiny, even by pony standards, with an arctic blue, chitinous exterior, light pink head fin and wings, and striking cyan eyes. Anon didn’t know why, but the little changeling seemed to avoid him on most days. The worst part was that it was easy for her to masquerade as somebody else, being able to shift forms into any number of students or staff in the blink of an eye.
The man sighed, continuing to sweep the floors as a blue griffon quietly walked by. ‘Wait…’ he thought, turning to look at the bird creature. Gallus had already passed by on his way to class, and he always greeted Anon. A small smile split his face, realizing he’d just been duped. “Morning Ocellus, you doing alright today?” he called out, causing the eagle-cat to stop dead in his tracks. “You know I don’t bite, right,” Anon breathed, shaking his head.
“I...I know that,” a meek, effeminate voice shot back. Having been caught, Ocellus dropped the act, reverting to her original form in a flash of azure light. “It’s just…” her words trailed off, as she turned to face him.
“Just what?” the man asked, squatting down to make himself a bit less intimidating. The last thing he wanted was to come off as some bizarre and scary biped. As far as he knew, he was the first human to step foot in Equestria and, as such, he really didn’t want to give homo sapiens a bad rap.
“Well, you’re just really big,” the changeling sheepishly declared. “And you’re always wearing clothes and stuff. It’s like you’re hiding something,” she continued, rubbing her neck awkwardly. While she wasn’t outright afraid of Anon, she was certainly leery of him. He was quite large, even taller than Thorax or Celestia, and was covered in soft, hairless skin. As someone who could turn into nearly anything, she’d never even heard of humans before; so, of course, she was a little anxious around the strange creature.
The notion that he was hiding something under his clothes, was an alien concept to Anon. While it was true that ponies, and the other sentient species of Equestria, didn’t typically don garments, he hadn’t really dwelled on the matter. Although it was initially rather jarring, he’d quickly come to terms with the fact that denizens of this world did traipse about in the nude without a thought. The only issue Anon had was that, over the past few weeks of watching mares parade around in the buff, their plump rears on full display, he’d realized it was becoming harder and harder not to find himself aroused.
Shaking his head, and clearing his thought, Anon fought to formulate a reply. “Well, where I’m from, people just wear clothes. It’s just a common thing,” he responded, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Fortunately, a seamstress unicorn named Rarity had produced a number of outfits for him, even going so far as to include a few bits of formal wear for special occasions.
“Yeah, but isn’t that cheating? I mean, I can change what I look like, but Thorax told me that it’s rude,” Ocellus rebuked, looking the man over from head to toe. “It’s not really fair if you trust us and want to make friends,” she muttered, scrunching her nose.
“The only thing I’m covering is skin, nothing special or strange,” Anon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He should’ve known that, sooner or later, someone would bring this up. “Us humans are just used to wearing something,” he continued, holding his hands up innocently.
The changeling squinted suspiciously up at him. “If you really just have skin under there, then why are you hiding it?” Ocellus pressed, stepping forward. In her eyes, if she was to make herself comfortable with others, while in her true form, there was no reason this human couldn’t do the same, without the aid of his apparel. Remembering her friendship lessons, an idea began to formulate. “How about we compromise, if you take off those silly things, I won’t try to sneak by you anymore,” she chirped, beaming up at the man.
Anon gulped at the suggestion. While the changeling’s words were innocent enough, and not illogically founded, he wasn’t exactly comfortable with the notion. Honestly, he couldn’t come up with a reasonable excuse not to oblige her. Everyone in Equestria was a nudist, and nobody had a problem with it. Unable to fault her logic, the man groaned. “Look, I guess I could, but not out in the hallway,” he explained, waving his arm around the open corridor.
“That’s fine, we can go back to my room! I have an hour until my next class begins, so come on,” the changeling exclaimed, trotting away. Not only had Ocellas successfully applied some of the teaching’s she’d received, but she was also about to sate her burning curiosity to better understand the strange janitor. Supremely pleased with herself, she sauntered towards her dorm room with the human plodding along behind her.
Each of the students at the school were afforded their own living area, since many of them were from far off lands and unable to travel home regularly. Upon starting his job at the school, Anon had even furnished one of the unused rooms for him to stay in, giving him a place live while in Equestria. As he followed the tiny bug-horse, the man couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious about the impending ordeal. Twilight had urged him to build relationships with everyone, hoping to aid in his social adjustment to the world, so it should be fine, he hoped.
Reaching the door to her room, Ocellus swung it open, sweeping a forehoof for the man to enter. Stepping inside, Anon noticed that the area was decorated with a number of items from her home, as well as arts and crafts projects she’d completed over her time at the institution. Her quarters, much like his own, were cozy, just big enough to accommodate her and her belongings, with a little to spare. As he looked around, he heard the door close behind him, the sound of the lock turning sending a chill up his spine.
“Alright,” the changeling began, excitedly dancing in place, “lemme see.”
Taking a breath, Anon began to unbutton his shirt. Setting the garment on the bed, and turning back around, he found that the petite mare had crept closer with a puzzled expression on her face.
“Um, what are those?” Ocellas asked, pointing towards his chest. There were two off colored buds of skin on his upper torso.
“Oh, those are nipples,” the man answered, shakily trying to unbutton his pants.
“Oooooooh! Pony mares have those, but I don’t, see!” the changeling announced, drawing Anon’s attention.
Much to the human’s discomfort, the mare had rolled onto her back, exposing her belly and loins in an unabashed display. True to her words, she lacked any type of breast tissue or nipples, but that wasn’t the problem. A tight, supple mound of flesh lay nestled between her thighs. Excluding the coloration, the changeling’s groin looked like any other females, soft and inviting, with a moist, sapphire entrance. “Y...yeah, I see,” Anon stammered, tearing his gaze from the changeling’s glistening slit. Returning to the task at hand, the man unfastened his trousers; slipping them over his thighs, he let them fall to the floor. At that point, all he had left on were his boxers and shoes.
Noticing Anon only had one piece of clothing left, besides those weird things at the end of his legs, Ocellas righted herself. With unsteady hands, he pulled down the garment covering his waist. Spying a floppy length of flesh, and an accompanying sack of skin under it, the changeling cocked her head from side to side, studying the organ. She’d seen her fair share of male equipment on other creatures, ponies and the like, but nothing quite like Anon’s. The longer she looked at it, the fatter and longer it seemed to get.
“Well, there ya go then!” the man nervously laughed, painfully aware that he was steadily getting a boner. It really wasn’t his fault; most of the time, his tool tended to have a mind of its own. Reaching down to retrieve his pants and underwear, a little, chitinous hoof shot out over his hand.
“Why’s it getting bigger?” Ocellus inquired, her eyes never wavering from the man’s now erect shaft. For some reason, she couldn’t look away from it. Almost like a moth to flame, the changeling took another step forward, angling her head up towards Anon’s crotch.
The human squirmed in place, the bed behind him leaving him little room to move. “Uh...well...um...people use it to make love, but let…” his explanation was immediately cut off by an elated outburst from the precocious mare.
“Make love, really?!?” the changeling blurted, quickly covering her mouth to silence herself. The mention of love, unbeknownst to her, kindled some latent urge deep within her id. Although Ocellas was a reformed changeling, no longer needing to prey upon others to sustain herself, she retained a spark of her kind’s past; a spark which, until that moment, had laid dormant. “Wait,” she mumbled, rubbing her chin, “how do you make love?”
Anon knew he was in a precarious situation, being locked in a room with his pants down, literally and figuratively speaking, and a curious student. “Maybe you should ask Twilight. She’s better at explaining this sort of thing any...What are you doing?” the man’s meager attempt to deflect the situation failed, as he watched the changeling jump up onto the bed beside him.
“Does it involve this?” Ocellus cooed, lowering her torso to the bed while lifting her tail. Caving to the suppressed cravings of her species, the changeling was compelled to present herself. Her body, acting on instinct, began exuding pheromones from her slickening marehood. The supple flesh of her sex parted, winking at the man and giving him a look at the velvety, brightly colored depths within.
Askance, the man was unsure of what to do. On one hand, he was extremely turned on by the demure creature; on the other, the internal conflict of railing a young, quadrupedal bug-horse, kept him frozen in place. His gaze wandered over her, from the tip of her horn to the base of her hooves. Though she was rather svelte, he had to begrudgingly admit, she was kind of cute, and her posterior was quite shapely. Before he could make a move, Ocellus turned in place, bringing her face closer and closer towards his groin.
“I’ve always wondered what love tastes like,” the changeling murmured. Opening her maw, the fair creature breathed heavily upon the sensitive tip of Anon’s prick. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around the organ, lavishing its head with her tongue. The act almost made her lightheaded, as her physiology reacted to the man’s growing lust. Slipping more of the manhood into her eager maw, the changeling persisted. A light gag escaped her when she felt the tip bump against the back of her throat. Undeterred, she brought a hoof up to stroke the base of Anon’s shaft, occasionally fondling his plump balls as she continued to service him.
Despite the fact that Ocellus was clearly a novice at giving blowjobs, Anon admired her tenacity. He had initially reached to stop her, as she’d encroached upon his rock hard prick, but his hand halted, once he felt her hot breath on his member. Watching her coat his length in saliva, and listening to the quiet sounds of contentment as she hummed around his rod, elicited a number of emotions. A war was waging within him, between the sins of the flesh and somber judgment of the mind. The unexpected sensation of his dick pressing into the mare’s airway caused him to grunt at the additional pressure.
The sudden noise from above caused her to stop. Somehow, Ocellus knew she’d just pushed the human past a point of no return. Pulling her head back, she smiled up at him. Releasing his meaty organ, the petite changeling slowly wheeled around, shuffling her rump back towards his twitching shaft. Her marehood was practically leaking now. Viscous drops of nectar drooled from her crotch as she winked uncontrollably. “Just do it, I won’t tell…” she whispered, licking his taste from her lips.
Anon, his arousal overshadowing his reasoning, reached down and wrapped his fingers around the student’s waist. Shuffling around to fully face her, and repositioning her in the process, he lined up the tip of his member with her sopping wet entrance. After running the glans of his dick over her meaty opening a few times, the man eventually began to apply some pressure. Slowly, his length ground inside of the mare, causing Ocellus and himself to gasp in unison; Ocellus from the sheer feeling of fullness and pleasure, and Anon from how exquisitely tight and warm his partner was. Steadily, the man began to move, pulling his hips back and carefully pressing them forward again.
“Oh Anon, you’re so big,” the changeling groaned. Every thrust drove a little more of the man into herself, filling her more and more with each passing moment. She’d never experienced anything quite like it before. A cocktail of hormones and neurochemicals surged through her veins, bringing her into a blissful stupor as her body fed off the human’s energy.
“Ssssssh,” Anon hissed, keenly aware that, should they be caught, he’d likely be in deep trouble. A portion of himself was annoyed that he’d succumbed to temptation, but it was too late to change that. Fueled by primal desires, and the changeling’s intoxicating scent, he’d crossed a line, and there was no going back. That being said, it felt absolutely incredible. It was almost as if the mare’s canal was milking him, massaging his length as he moved within her. Add to that, just how warm her interior was, as well as her stifled moans every time he drove forward, and there was no denying it. Ocellus had to be the best pussy he’d ever had in his entire life. Losing himself to the sensation, Anon bucked forward with a particularly vicious plunge.
“Heck yea!” Ocellus squealed, feeling the man’s member bump against her womb. Even though she was small, her body was quite accommodating; yet another perk of her species and their metamorphic properties. Her outburst was quelled as her partner’s hand shot to her mouth, muzzling her with his palm.
He would have been mad at the student for her sudden exclamation, if it weren’t for the fact that Anon found it extremely hot. ‘Does she like it rough?’ he wondered to himself. As if to answer his thoughts, the tiny mare began suckling upon one of his fingers, humming lewdly around the digit. To test his theory, the man dragged his prick from her confines, watching as her snatch clung to it desperately, before ramming it home. The changeling’s body lurched forward with the act, and her eyes rolled towards the back of her head. A throaty moan escaped the mare, as she continued to fellate his finger.
The confirmation that Ocellus was enjoying herself flipped a switch in Anon. Although he’d been reluctant to do anything inappropriate with the student, fearing any sort of repercussions from Twilight, he quickly abandoned any inhibitions he’d had. Digging the fingers of his left hand into the changeling’s waist, the man slammed himself forward, battering the mare’s womb in the process and causing his partner to bite down on his finger. Withdrawing from her tender cunt, he began thrusting rhythmically. The only sounds in the room were those of flesh on flesh, as the two began to fuck in ernest.
Ocellus’s mind was in a haze of euphoric joy. Every time the human rammed into her, lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her body. Her hips started rocking back in tune with her partner, acting of their own accord to bring him deeper. It was almost as if there was a fire within her loins, building to a raging inferno of passion. Even if she’d wanted to speak, she wouldn’t have been able to. Her cognitive functions were slipping, as she reverted to her primal, debased state.
Watching the changeling’s cushy tush jiggle with each forward motion, was captivating. Releasing her hip, Anon reared his hand back and gave Ocellus a firm smack on one cheek. The action had a profound effect. The student writhed furiously, her marehood gushing orgasmic juices around the man’s shaft as it violently seized on his length. His partner’s wings, concealed under her carapace until this point, flitted out, buzzing angrily as she came. Throwing her head back to cry out, Anon quickly jammed his ring and index fingers past her lips, silencing the tiny bug-horse.
As Ocellus’s body began to give out, submitting to the human’s divine rod and heavenly rutting, she felt his hand slip under her midsection. She’d never had an orgasm like that in her life, but Anon clearly wasn’t done. Pulling her to him, the man began plowing her even harder and faster than before. Everything, the entire world and her whole existence, had become the nexus of bliss that was plumbing her depths. When Anon’s fingers left her lips, moving to grab her by the hips to aid in the man’s furious rutting, Ocellus’s forelimbs crept forward. As her hoof grazed her pillow, she pulled it to herself, shamelessly biting and drooling on it in a desperate attempt to keep herself from screaming to the heavens.
Seeing that the changeling now had some way to keep herself quiet, Anon discarded any vestige of subtlety. Hefting the mare by the abdomen, he pounded into her, while pulling her body to himself. Effectively using her like a sex toy, an act only possible due to their difference in size, the man ruthlessly jackhammered away. The combination of erotic pheromones, and the changeling’s sublimely juicy and snug cunt, was quickly pushing Anon to his limit. Looking down at Ocellus, her face half buried in the pillow she was clutching, Anon had an idea. Hilting himself, the man flipped the student over, allowing him to get a better view of her soft underbelly and enraptured expression.
Ocellus gasped as she was re-positioned, caught off guard by the manhandling. Looking over her midsection, and to the human as he started bucking his hips, she came to a stunning realization. With every thrust, her tummy bulged slightly. Watching Anon’s cock distend her abdomen as he plunged into her, was captivating beyond belief, and it only added to her excitement. After she’d been moved, he had placed one hand under her back and the other under her ass, as he continued. Mewling breathlessly, the changeling felt another orgasm coming on.
Anon grunted as his thrusts began to lose any semblance of rhythm. He registered that Ocellus was getting louder, but he no longer cared. In the heat of the moment, all her noises did was push him closer to the edge. Cradling the mare, he squeezed one cheek of her rump, inadvertently slipping a finger into her pucker. The changeling immediately came again at the unexpected intrusion, squirming in his hands as she cried in orgasmic bliss. His body responded in kind, tipping him past the point of no return. Fully hilting himself, the man’s nuts contracted, sending a torrent of his cum deep into the student’s hungry womb. Every shot through the man’s length caused the organ to throb violently, only adding to the mare’s enjoyment.
For all intents and purposes, Ocellus thought she was going to die. A blinding wave of emotions overtook her, as her mind was overclocked and short circuited by her body being filled with the human’s seed. Her dormant changeling desires had been sated beyond belief, bringing with them a soul shattering amount of pleasure. One orgasm quickly bled into another, feeding into one another as her body seized. At some point, her physiology simply shut down, mercifully allowing her to pass out while being held in the man’s hands.
Wheezing, Anon looked down at his partner, and his heart nearly stopped. In his fit of passionate love making, Ocellus had fainted. Carefully setting down her tiny form, he pulled his cock from her entrance, before kneeling down to check on her. Like an uncorked bottle, spunk flooded from her abused and winking marehood, leaking down to the blankets of the bed and coating her derriere. Bringing his face beside hers, Anon gently patted her cheek. “Hey, hey you ok?” he frightfully asked, desperately hoping she was alright. He breathed a sigh of relief, as the changeling’s eyes fluttered open. Weakly, her head crept forward until she pressed her lips to his. Closing his eyes, he reciprocated the kiss, stroking the fin along the back of her cranium as he held her.
“I...I can see why you keep pants on,” Ocellus feebly giggled, locking eyes with him. “If everyone knew how much fun that thing was, you’d never get any work done,” she joked, the post coital bliss leaving her in a dreamy state. All she wanted to do now was nap, but she knew she’d have to get to her upcoming class. “I’m gonna clean up and get my books together,” she cooed, giving the man’s nose a peck, “and you should probably get out of here before folks start asking questions.”
Anon nodded, his higher conscious steadily coming to the fore. Retrieving his pants and shirt, the man quickly dressed himself, while occasionally slipping glances at the amorous love bug who was watching him from her bed. Despite realizing what they had done was delightfully naughty, he knew he’d be getting off to memories of it later. Crossing the room, he paused at the door to give Ocellus a wave. To his chagrin, the changeling licked her lips and batted an eye at him. ‘Fuck, she’s gonna be trouble from now on, I just know it,” he thought to himself, slipping through the doorway and into the hall.
Like a man on a mission, Anon began briskly walking off towards his room. He absolutely reeked of sex, and his entire groin was coated in all manner of carnal fluids. Only having made it about a dozen yards down the corridor, he felt something snag the back of his shirt. Looking around, he found himself facing Yona, a young yak and one of Ocellus’s fellow students. For some reason, she seemed rather flustered, averting her gaze as she fitfully played with her hair.
“Hey Yona, is everything ok?” Anon asked, squatting down to check up on the young bovid. It almost looked like she was blushing.
“Um,” the yak mumbled, continuing to avoid looking directly at him.
“What is it Yona, you can tell me!” the man chuckled, patting her head. They chatted relatively often, and Anon found her simple, headlong approach to problem solving rather endearing. Something must have really bothered her for her to be so out of sorts. The yak motioned him forward, conspiratorially looking around before bringing her muzzle to his ear.
“Can Yona have next?” she whispered, in the human’s ear.
Anon swallowed hard, the horned girl’s words hitting him like a sack of bricks. He had a feeling that his stay at the Friendship School was about to get a lot more interesting...
