Six months in paradise—or Ponyville as it's actually called. There needs to be an advertising slogan for Ponyville: Come for the Girls, Cum for their Girls. After some careful cataloging, I'd established that no adult female in town was below a C cup (except for Nurse Tenderheart, though I'd since learned to appreciate her perky B cups).

And don't even get me started on the swinging.

Nurse Softheart had moved to Los Pegasus to be with family, but the hospital had let me stay in the house since I was now a high-demand professional working there.

But that was why I was sitting on my own in a town meeting that was all about me.

Apart from a wild little time each month when I had to lock myself away and masturbate until I could think again, my sex life couldn't be better. There was something liberating about knowing that while you might turn into a mare every time you get worked up, you're not actually fertile but for a few days that are so obvious you'd have to be really trying to get knocked up.

But again, that was why I was here. My cutie mark was just a little obvious in its meaning, and my special talent was brutally efficient and completely beyond my ability to control.

There was not a single other guy in the hall.

Women—some sporting a slight bulge in their belly—were many in the crowd, and dotted among them were cute mares. Being a mare in public, of course, meant one of two things: either all those mares were horny and about to turn back into naked men again, or they were all pregnant.

And therein lies my problem—my special talent was that good.

"Paul, it's not that we don't want you here—it's been great, really great—but your presence in Ponyville has caused a minor epidemic." Twilight Sparkle had been voted into the position of Paul-kicker-outer, and I could see she didn't like it. Friendship was her stock-in-trade, and this was where she had to tell a friend to please go away.

Damn but I wanted to see her proud D cups, but she always wore tops that kept them hidden away. What she was wearing today—a woolen knit-sweater—was giving quite the show.

"It's not that you're doing anything wrong, but we'd really appreciate it if you could—uh…" Twilight fumbled for the words despite her meticulous cards.

"Leave?" I asked.

Twilight just blushed.

"Pardon me! Excuse me! Coming through! Sorry! Watch the wings!" The voice of Spike the Dragon, teenage apprentice to Princess Twilight, worked its way through the crowd of women and mares. "Paul! You have a letter!"

"Spike, you're interrupting our meeting to deliver the mail?" Twilight sounded about ready to admonish the dragon.

"Well, I wouldn't, except it has the royal seal on it. I figured it might be important. But if you think I should just wait until Paul moves and forward it…" Spike was in the possession of sarcasm far beyond his years.

"Wait!" Twilight teleported Spike to her with her magic. Just like that. POMF. Princesses were freakin' scary sometimes. "What's the letter say?"

"Uh. Twilight?" Spike looked down at the ground far below him, then back up to the purple-furred Twilight who was holding him in her magical death-grip (okay, it wasn't a death-grip, but if anyone here'd seen Star Wars, they would be giggling like me right now). "It's addressed to Paul."

Spike had pointed to me, which drew every eye in the room (and the heads they were in) to point at me. "Don't you think he should open it?"

"Right! Of course! I knew that!" Twilight floated Spike over to me, giving him the chance to pass the sealed scroll to me.

"Thanks, Spike. Anything I can do to—?" Before I could finish asking if Spike could use a lifeline, Twilight had jerked him back toward herself. "Princess Twilight?" I asked, having actually gotten used to using the proper form of address for her. "I think Spike needs to go do a thing. You might want to—uh—put him down." I just said what no one else would, but was wishing they could.

"Huh? Oh. Sorry Spike." Just like that, Twilight ceased her Darth-Vader-choke of Spike (I know she wasn't choking him, but when the shoe fits…).

But, just when I thought things would calm down and the topic would drift away peacefully, everyone turned back to look at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You aren't going to open it?!" Twilight Sparkle seemed ready to rush across to where I sat to yank the scroll from my hands.

I didn't really have a reason not to apart from tweaking Twilight's nose. I huffed out a breath and, with my fuzzy blue fingers, broke the seal. It looked short and to the point.

Paul of Ponyville,

I write to you with great import. Please see me at your first convenience.

Prince Blue Blood of the court of Equestria
Duke of the Eastern Lowlands
Lord of Foal Mountain Eyrie

There was another, more ornate seal beside the prince's name and titles.

"Huh," I said. When everyone seemed waiting for me to continue, I did. "It's an invitation. Apparently I need to go to—Oh come on! There's no address!"

"Everyone knows where Princess Celestia is. Canterlot," Twilight said.

"This isn't from Cel—the princess. This is from Prince Blue Blood. Where would I meet him?" I asked.

And that was how I got kicked out of town for being the best pony I could be. I wasn't just good at my special talent, I was amazing with it. Sitting on the train to Canterlot, I had a suitcase packed with clothing and little more.

The train chugged along, seeming to take the steep climb up the mountain no harder than it did the flat terrain leading up to it. Speaking of mountain, I had to wonder if anyone in Canterlot got altitude sickness.

In a moment of boredom, I almost slipped into the bathroom to rub one out. The problem with that, I had discovered, was hooves. Masturbation only worked if you went very slowly and were almost completely off before you changed—or so horny from heat you didn't care you were using a hard hoof to rub your sensitive bits.

So it was either go really slow and be careful with the last bit, or be so horny you can barely think straight beyond don't go near a woman. I sat still and looked out the window.

A loud whistle and a jolt shocked me from my distraction. The train was braking for the station, and outside I could see the streets of Canterlot amble by. What I could also see was the citizens of Canterlot, too.

It was a warm day in Canterlot—the sun was shining, the clouds were vacant from view—and the girls were out on parade. Big boobs. Little noogs. Perky tits. Heavy bosoms. It was all there, it was all out, and it was all barely being constrained by one to two layers of cloth.

"I've died and gone to heaven," I said.

"Sir?" A female voice asked.

I spun around in my seat and was nose-to-chest with a stunning pair of C cups. Like I'd said, heaven. I guess I missed a few things C cups said until a finger poked my shoulder.

"Sir. We've arrived at Canterlot station. If you want to remain aboard, you'll have to buy a ticket to the Crystal Empire—the next stop. Express."

Shaking off my mental fog, I looked up at the pretty face above the glorious mounds. A pretty little nose above some lips that looked so soft I just wanted to stand up and kiss them to test. Her eyes, when I reached them, sparkled with blue. Her coat was a soft yellow, and with a shock of red hair atop her head, the woman would have stood out anywhere.

A thought lit up all the hungry parts of my brain. I had bits, just pay for a ticket to the Crystal Empire (wherever that was) and go. Follow her, get to know her, grow a little closer if just for a trip. Then we could find an empty cabin or closet somewhere—even the bathroom would do—and we could mean everything to each other for just half an hour.

My penis was talking, but this went beyond that. Vagina was penis' new best friend, and they often ganged up on my rational mind despite the fact that at any time one of them didn't exist at all. Vagina painted a wonderful picture of pony-me, my spine arched, taking whatever this woman was packing. Penis was doing a credible job of backing up vagina, adding in that she could maybe suck him a bit before he gave over the stage to vagina.

I wish they'd both shut up so I could see if I had a chance with C cups. "Is it nice?"

The woman seemed confused. "Is what nice?"

"The Crystal Empire. How long does it take to get there by train?" I stood up, grabbing my suitcase on the off chance I might not want to ride under her—on her—WITH HER. Penis and vagina were both very good at what they do. "I couldn't believe it would be any more beautiful than the sight before me now."

She blushed all the way to the tips of her ears. I watched her bite her lower lip and her eyes flicked to the side. "The train doesn't depart for another half an hour…"

That was literally all I needed. Penis were already getting excited at the offer, and vagina was standing just outside the ring and begging to be tagged in. "Is there somewhere you could pass that half an hour? Maybe with someone else?"

I was entirely used to Earth, where guys made the moves and girls were reluctant. Equestria was different, opposite. C cups put her arm around my back and pulled me into a kiss. By all rights I should have melted against her. An Equestrian male always had those feminine urges bubbling away, and I'd actually seen a few of them swoon in the arms of a woman.

Reaching behind C cups back, I pulled us tighter together. I felt the swell of her chest against me, and gasped when her tongue seemed to make itself at home in my mouth. Unlike Equestrian males, penis had a more firm grip on my arousal, and he made sure C cups knew I wanted more.

Her tongue pulled back and she smiled against my lips before fully breaking contact. "Eager. There's a cleaning closet at the other end, or the toilet at this end."

She just wanted to mount me and stuff me. Ten-seconds-and-gone—the stallion way. What was a surprise to me since coming to this world was learning to enjoy that as well. "What's closer?"

C cups laughed and, taking my hand, pulled away and guided me to the closer end of the car. She slipped the door open, pulled me through with all the insistence of a stallion about to plug a mare, and closed it behind me.

I didn't care that she was pulling at my pants, I had my goal before me. Much practice had familiarized my fingers with the squeeze-twist-tug motion that I demonstrated on C cups' bra-strap. Her fingers fumbled as her chest was released from the confines of one garment. I lifted upwards with my arms, guiding her bra and shirt upward and over her shoulders in a smooth motion.

"You're better at that than I am," C cups said.

My eyes were on the prize, and soon the slight muzzle on the front of my face was between them. I closed my eyes in paradise—real paradise—and let out a happy groan.

"You really like 'em, huh? What about when I do this?"

C cups leaned her frame forward just a little, but she brought her arms toward me, having the effect of making herself seem even larger. Maybe I was mistaken, maybe they were small Ds? She seemed to abandon her attack on my pants to play with me as I played with her breasts.

Nuzzling, licking, and even very carefully mouthing at her breasts, I reveled in C cups' gasps and happy sounds. Not for the first time did I take great pleasure in the seeming ignorance of Equestrian stallions when it came to a girl's sweet sweater puppies.

"Never had a mare get this into my breasts befo—" C cups cut herself off with a moan. She looked down at me with a fascinated and excited expression that slowly pushed forward into a muzzle. Damn, I'd have to pick a new name for her. "My turn to show you some love."

Wings pushed me down and yanked hard at my pants. His mouth moved in fast and it was my turn to make happy sounds (not that I wasn't already, but my happy sounds for appreciation of fine breasts are much different to my happy sounds for appreciation of a good blowjob).

There I was, laying on the floor of the train's bathroom with a hot stallion (that was two words I'd never have associated before coming here) sucking me off. It didn't take him long before the tell-tale shiver of excitement ran through me. His mouth got bigger and bigger, and a moment later penis tagged out and sent vagina into the ring.

"You sound pretty like that. Bet you'd sound better with me inside you." C cups (alright, the name could stay for now) looked down at me with a hungry expression that vagina was excited about.

Panting, I tried to work out the mechanics of getting right side up when C cups dropped his belly down to mine and shoved into me. Vagina was very happy with the state of affairs and, with penis cheering from the ropes, made sure I was happy with things too.

The feeling of being stuffed by a stallion was beyond anything—at least in the moment. I tilted my head back and whinnied with excitement as C cups took over.

He had stamina, that was for sure. C cups held himself back with steely resolve and only pulled back and shoved in again when I'd calmed a little. The pressure from the second thrust was immense and drove me wild. I was ready for more, for everything, and I wanted to feel him end inside me.

Again he pulled back until his shaft came completely free of me. I tilted my head down to see what the problem was only to have him shove in again.

I lost it completely. The walls of my vagina clamped down around him like a vice as my body threw me up to the stratosphere. When my peak came, I rippled my walls from end to end.

While my head was in the clouds of bliss, C cups started pounding in earnest. I lost track of the thrusts at the second, but I think he managed four—I think. Each thrust shoved my pleasure into overdrive, pushing a second, third, and more orgasms. When the rush of heat flooded inside me, he pushed me into one last rush of climactic bliss.

My flanks tingled as they always did at this moment. I felt a rush of what I liked to think was destiny pour through me, then stop.

Suck it, destiny, I'm not in season!

"Why're you laughing?" C cups asked.

"Because I'm not pregnant." Honesty might be the best policy, but I should have come up with a convincing lie. No stallion wants to hear the P word after some casual sex. "Old joke, sorry."

"You're a strange mare, but I'll give you credit for being an amazing lay. How long're you in Canterlot for?" C cups stood up, which meant he also pulled out.

I shivered, but his withdrawal wasn't enough to give me another ride on the roller coaster. "No clue. Got a letter saying I had to meet up with a prince." Shimmying backward, I could feel a mess starting to leak out.

Reaching down with a hoof I pressed it firmly to my vulva. "Uh. C-Can you put me over the toilet?" I asked.

Pegasi, I'd learned, were big and soft angels. He wrapped his wings around me and hefted me around, twisted me in place, and stood me up over the commode. "That fine?"

"Yeah I—" With my hoof coming away came the mess. "You put a lot in me."

C cups nuzzled my cheek. "You better believe it. I don't suppose you want to visit the Crystal Empire after all? Free ticket…" He produced said ticket from somewhere in our combined pile of clothes.

The thought of riding the train to—wherever—appealed to me. How many times could I get this stud on my back? Vagina liked the idea, and penis was waving pom-poms from the sideline. But I was here for a reason, and at a royal summons. "What about you tell me your name and where I can contact you so you can give me the full tour later?"

"I didn't even—You are the naughtiest filly I've ever met, you know that? What do you think my name is?" C cups asked.

Focusing on expelling more mess, I closed my eyes and remembered C cups' C cups. "Would you believe I've been mentally calling you C cups?"

He laughed. "They're Ds."

"Then we definitely have to get together again. More research is required," I said.

Flourishing a pencil, he scribbled something on the back of the ticket and left it on the counter of the bathroom. "The train's leaving in about another ten minutes. Either stay on and let me punch your ticket a few more times, or find me later." Bundling up his clothing, he left the bathroom.

I still couldn't believe how much he'd put in me. I waited for a good minute past the last bit leaking out to clean up and grab my things—and the ticket. Leaving the train with a few minutes to spare, I realized one huge flaw to my plan: I was still a pony.

It would take at least another twenty minutes for me to change back, so if I rushed I could reach wherever it was I needed to meet this prince and turn back there. No one would blink at seeing a mare on the streets, though my stud would have more questions. A stallion walking around meant just one thing—he'd just had sex.

I pulled the ticket out and turned it over, curious at his/her name.

23 Sunshine way

—D cups.

My laughter drew more glances than D cups' state probably did. With a bright mood and a happy step, I trotted through the station and out of it.

"Ahem! Mr. Paul?"

My head snapped around to see an elderly man. He was impeccably dressed in a black suit that looked perfectly made for him. His eyes were piercing—judging. I almost wanted to walk up to him and tell him exactly why I was a mare right now. "Yeah?"

"Prince Blue Blood is waiting at your convenience."

It made sense that a prince would have someone to wait around at the station for people in crazy almost-horse world. Yup. Nothing like back home where you get told It's over there somewhere if you're lucky. "Lead on."

With my hastily-repacked bag on my back I followed the man along the street. His slow pace was grinding my gears, but it wasn't until nearly ten minutes had passed that I realized what the old bastard was doing. He was being prudish and making me wait half an hour in public to see if I really was pregnant.

"Is there a bathroom nearby?" I asked.

The man stopped and looked at me. "Is it urgent?"

"I was on the train for nearly an hour and the bathroom was busy. You can either actually lead me to see the prince, or we can go in circles a bit more and I'll pee on your leg." I tried for pure, sweet, and innocent in my smile, I probably had malicious, annoyed, and anxious.

"You're not pregnant, are you?"

"Nope."

"Reprehensible."

"Maybe, but I had fun, and if you stand here I will pee on your leg regardless of being pregnant or not. Satisfied?" My smile was still in place, and I smiled a little wider when I saw his eyebrow twitch.

"This way." Butler-man (what I decided to call him until I got a better name) turned and led the way back almost half a block before taking a side road that led right up to the palace.

Either D cups was better than he thought, or I was just lucky. Butler-man led me into a building just inside the main palace but not actually part of the palace, and no sooner did the door behind me close than I felt the change coming.

Feeling my forelegs change back to arms, my face pull in a little, and my dick push free was just about one of the best feelings out there (though vagina might argue that one, but she wasn't here right now). Acting as if nothing was wrong—I wouldn't give Butler-man the satisfaction—I pulled on my underwear, pants, and shirt. Shoes and socks were last, and while I was definitely no longer naked, I also didn't look my best.

Butler-man's gaze felt heavy, but now I was at eye-level with him. "If you've got something to say, say it, but remember that I'm here as a guest."

His mouth started to open then clamped down again. Butler-man might have been a teeth-grinder, but instead he had to open his mouth again. "This way."

I didn't care for Butler-man's opinion or the stick he had wedged so far up his ass he could pull apples out his ears (thank you Applejack for that one). I was probably having more fun than he ever had, and I hadn't even been here for a full year.

"Wait here."

While I shrugged and waited, Butler-man poked his head past an ornate door, murmured something inside, then pulled back.

"Please go in."

As I walked the last few steps to the door, Butler-man turned on his heels and walked away. Good riddance! Opening the door, I stepped inside.

"… going to get rid of him? Honestly, Twilight said Paul would be here nearly twenty minutes ago. I bet the stodgy old coot probably—" Princess Double-D Celestia turned around in her chair and looked at me.

Holy fuck. Sorry D cups, you were amazing, but you weren't no princess. Celestia had fur the color of snow, hair that seemed to waft in the breeze of eternity, and a pair of tits that wouldn't quit. They weren't just big, they were big and perky.

I was lost. Time and space slipped away as I gazed into the low-cut V of Celestia's top. Heaven was right there—Nirvana. I could walk forward and just press my nose into that soft, soft cleft and die a happy man.

"Are you sure he's the right one? Princess Twilight sometimes gets distracted about these things, and—" The male voice distracted me from paradise.

I'd learned a trick from a woman in Ponyville where you keep one eye on the thing you want while the other wanders to another target. Normally I could manage to do it just a little, but right now neither of my eyes wanted to look away. Thankfully neck was the hero I needed. Pulling my gaze from Princess Boobs' chest, I looked at the man sitting across from her.

This had to be the prince. If I was a woman (and not just a mare sometimes), I'd have the hots for him. Everything about the guy said I am perfect, love me. No homo. Chiseled features, wide shoulders, body that looked like he spent more time in the gym than in bed, and eyes that were the most piercing blue. "Prince Blue Blood?"

"Ah. So he speaks. You are Paul of Ponyville, correct?" the prince asked.

"Y-Yeah. You sent a letter asking me to come." I shrugged. "I came." All absolutely correct in the most literal of ways.

Author's Note

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