Chapters You are Celestia, and ever since your guard found a creature stumbling out of the Everfree, you have been troubled. It, no, he, most emphatically he is like an animal, yet not quite. His eyes gleam with intelligence, yet the noises he makes are unintelligible. Twilight is working on the meanings behind the different noises, but there is little progress. And, for some reason, you feel jealous of her time with the anomaly. You have time to visit only rarely, but when you do, you feel his eyes upon you very keenly. He is an omnivore, a picky one at that, so you can't shake the feeling he wants to eat you, or...
Luna joins you at the balcony over the enclosure.
"Your dreams are troubling, sister."
"I know."
She glances down at the creature.
"I do not see why it fascinates you so."
"He is not an it!"
Luna raises an eyebrow at your heated response.
"I was speaking of his malformed stallionhood. Turn from this path, sister, lest you become guilty of more than idle fantasy."
You feel blood rush to your face. For all that you had missed her these long centuries, you would rather your dreams be a bit more private.
"I- I know. It's just, I can feel it. He is intelligent, he can learn simple things, I could...tame...him."
Luna frowns.
"I know things have changed since I last walked Equestria, but bestiality is still controversial at best."
You know. You wonder if part of the attraction is because it is taboo. Still, your gut feels differently.
"What of his dreams? Are the close to that of a dog or a pony?"
Luna huffs.
"I cannot say. There is higher order clarity, yet lower order aggression."
"Similar to griffons?"
"Yes, but even more aggressive. Sometimes he dreams of killing, Celestia. Not hunting, but murder."
You shiver, from more than just fear. Your sister sighs.
"I won't feed your fascination any more. Please, reconsider."
You give a sigh of your own.
"Sleep well, Luna dearest."
She nods and walks away, pausing to look at you from the threshold of the door before disappearing into the castle. For all her words of warning, you find the fire of your...
curiosity
stoked to an uncomfortable degree. If only there was a way to give him the intelligence of a pony, then you could-
Well, it is past time for you to return to your chambers and work out some of your frustration. Perhaps use the specially commissioned facsimile of a certain limb. You turn from the enclosure, your marehood winking from behind your tail.
You are Anon, and magic horses are shit at learning English. Still, the big white one has a nice ass, so there's that.
You are Anon, the officially bored human. Got the paperwork right here, signed by a lawyer, two judges and some kind of minister. Okay, you may have just written it all in the dirt and made up the signatures, but it's still official.
You think you're in quarantine. What with being from another planet, it would suck if you gave everyone smallpox or something. Doesn't make it any less dull.
Oh hey, the purple one is back. The magic forcefield ripples around her as she steps through. She starts to whinny at you, then notices your official declaration of boredom. Her jaw drops. Then she looks at you in bewilderment. It's not that hard to understand. Maybe if you say it slowly?
"I...am...bored. Booooorrreeed."
Starbutt scowls in concentration, her lips contorting as she tries to process this. Maybe the magic horses are a race of retards. Living in the buildings made by some alien race. Then it hits you. You are going to have to be Daniel Jackson.
Shit.
"W-wahrd"
Or not?
"Close? It's more like bored. Boooorrrrrrrrrred."
Her lips flex some more. You'd be turned on if it wouldn't feel like bestiality. Seriously, these horses are dumb.
"Whperd?"
She points at your declaration. Finally, some progress. You nod emphatically.
"That's right. That says I'm bored. Here, you are having trouble with the concept, let me spell it out for you."
You crouch and write in the dirt.
"B"
"O"
"R"
"E"
"D"
"Bored. Brought to you by the letter 'all the damn time.' "
The mare trots in place for a bit, clearly excited about something. Must be nice. Then she draws a triangle on the ground.
Alright. You draw a triangle too, equilateral because that is objectively the best triangle. You also draw a square, because why not. Starbutt sits and clops her hooves together. Yes, applaud the great shape drawer, Anonymous the human. You draw a pentagon. She draws a hexagon.
"Oh, it's on."
Fuck, she stuck you with the odd number ones. It takes a bit, but the seven sided thing comes out okay. A little wobbly. She draws an octagon.
"Yeah, let's just skip to the end."
You draw a circle. More like an oval, but who cares? Apparently Starbutt, because she gallops away. Are circles offensive?
You are Twilight Sparkle, and you dreamed this day would come. Not only are you studying an alien, but you will have to communicate with math! You barge into Celestia's chambers. She looks up at you from her pile of documents.
"Yes?"
You grin.
"He's intelligent! He understands numbers, sequences, and geometry! I think he has a writing system too."
Your wise and powerful teacher shifts a little.
"Really? Tell me more."
"He wrote something in the dirt, he called it a wird or something. Then I-"
"A word? Maybe he's using an dialect from ancient Equestrian?"
You shake your head slowly.
"He's an alien. There's now way we would share lingual roots, unless... we came from another world, and creatures like him stayed there and are ruled over by the ponies that stayed! It all makes sense!"
Celestia shifts again.
"Do you really think he is used to ponies ruling over him?"
"How else do you explain how calmly he let us capture him, and put him in the enclosure? He might be an escaped servant, or a lost rebel! Come with me, I have to see how he reacts to your regal presence!"
You can see her pretend to be reluctant.
"Very well, Twilight. I have spent too long cooped up in here."
You are Anon, and it'd be nice if they gave you some clothes. It's warm enough that you don't mind being naked, but sitting on the dirt isn't the most comfortable thing. You still aren't sure if you should erase the circle (oval). Well, you know one thing.
Bitches love triangles.
You draw about a dozen. The purple one returns with the queen of ass. You're pretty sure magical horse hierarchy is determined by booty size. Starbutt whickers excitedly at your magnificent offering. Art like this should be preserved for future generations. Sunrump has eyes only for you, though. Can't blame her. You smirk at the mare. She starts walking slow circles around you, admiring.
Dat ass.
"You like what you see? I know I do."
Whitebooty snorts and whuffles from behind you, her breath hot against your neck. Looks like someone wants some petting.
You are CelestiaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Oh wow, his claws feel amazing on your face, stroking your neck. You thought you would just sniff him, but no, this is much better. Oh, but he does smell nice.
"Keep going you glorious thing!"
Twilight looks up from measuring the triangles with a protractor.
"Teacher, are you al-"
She looks away modestly.
"I-I see he, ah, is used to serving mares. Oh my."
Poor Twilight, perhaps you will let the anomaly tend to her next.
Oh!
Your forelegs buckle as he scratches your back vigorously. Maybe tomorrow, Twilight.
You are Anon, and you swear, magic horses are like cats or dogs or something. The big one practically melted when you started petting her face. Purple is looking away, guess she really likes shapes. As you start scratching Sunrump's back, she lowers her front end. You are oddly reminded of a cat in heat. You make your way back, and-
Oh, yeah, just like a cat in heat. Just to be safe, you scratch her back a bit longer, listening to her satisfied snorts and panting. Your hands travel progressively further back, until-
he creature is grabbing your butt. You look at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
Go ahead. Please your master."
"T-teacher?"
You turn a loving gaze on your student.
"I think your experiment is a success."
She blushes.
"I didn't think that- that he would, to you, I mean..."
You lean into the grasping, kneading motions of the soft claws of the anomaly. Sweet stars, it feels good. You do feel a little guilty, exposing Twilight to this, but there is no way you're stopping now.
"My little pony, you can have a turn with him after."
Looks like Whitebooty is explaining the birds and the bees to Starbutt. You see the little one nod, and you figure that's as good a cue as you're ever going to get. Old Faithful dives into the winking pussy, the warm walls exquisite along your shaft. Sunrump huffs excitedly as you plow her fields, your hands worshiping the finest ass you've ever held. Oh hell yeah.
You are Twilight Sparkle, and your beloved, beautiful, wise, motherly, kind, teacher is getting rutted like any old mare in heat. You know it's wrong.
So wrong.
But you can't stop watching as her rear jiggles with every thrust. Princess Celestia, your tongue shouldn't be hanging out! What magic is this? Maybe, in addition to friendship, there is another form of magic? Clearly the creature is adept at using it. You've never seen your teacher so happy, so disheveled, so degraded, so attra-
And this will be you in about thirty seconds to a minute. You aren't looking forward to that. Not at all. You aren't looking at the lewd motions of your teacher, and imagining how that will be you.
It's official, magic horse pussy is the best pussy. You'd write it in the dirt, but you are too busy pounding an ass that won't quit. The horse has her wings at full mast, her head laying in the dirt, smudging one of your triangles with every jostle. You swear, it's like your dick is being caressed by the hands of at least three Greek goddesses. You hope one of them is Hera's, Zues would deserve that, the unfaithful fuck. You've been going for at least five minutes, and you are determined to go much longer.
You are the warm pile of pleasure that used to be Celestia. You thought you could handle it. Now, after your eleventh orgasm, you have a sneaking suspicion that ponies do not rule over the world this thing came from. You should probably be worried that an apex predator is so adept at reducing you to a quivering mass of ecstasy, but you feel so safe in his strong grip.
You are Twilight Sparkle, furiously masturbating. You are still waiting for your fate, and you no longer dread it. After twenty impossible minutes, an evil light gleams in the invader's eye. He rams deep into Celestia, twitching as he defiles her very womb with his semen. He lets out a deafening roar, his dominance secure. You have never been wetter in all your life.
Shit. You hope magic horses can't get pregnant from human sperm.
Oh, how you hope you can get pregnant from this creature's semen. Still, a promise is a promise. You turn your head from where you are collapsed on the ground.
"Twilight, it's your turn."
You look at the magnificent specimen.
"Please be gentle to her."
It looks like the lil'purple wants something. She's not meeting your eyes, bit she's walking towards you. Then Big Blue dives in and starts braying and flapping her wings angrily. Looks like someone doesn't like ovals.
"And when I wake up, what do I see? You, coercing this poor thing into first rutting you, then your poor, impressionable student!"
"It's not like that! Look, he's intelligent! He understands geometry!"
You point at the triangles, guilt and anger roiling in your stomach.
"Shapes."
She spits the word put with disgust.
"Have you no morals? If you cannot communicate with it, and it is not of a reasonably similar level of intelligence, there is no way it can rightly consent! I am taking him into my custody, lest you take even more advantage of him."
Your sister is angrier than you have seen in a long time. She wraps a wing around the alien being, and teleports away. Twilight sits down with a thump.
"What just happened?"
You sigh.
"Luna and I have a disagreement about the nature of the anomaly. I just hope we can be reconciled a bit easier than last time."
So, maybe Blotchbutt doesn't mind the ovals? You look around as she lets you go. This is more like it, a nice clean bedroom, a large bed, tables and chairs, yeah you could get used to this. Still, it looks like you'll have to go Daniel Jackson. Good thing you figured out step 1, romance the locals. Now for the hard part. Figuring out horse speech. And making some clothes, it's a little cooler in here.
You are Luna, and the poor thing is wrapping itself in a blue sheet, no doubt trying to be more like its savior.
"No need to go so far, it is enough for you to be yourself."
You try to pull the sheet off of it, but it resists. After a few moments of tugging back and forth, you relent. You suppose it's harmless to let it identify with you more strongly. The question remains, though, what are you going to do with a sexually abused creature in your private bedroom?
"Did they feed you? What am I saying, of course you can't understand me. I shall just have to send for a servant to bring berries or something."
You start to turn, but you see it take a deep breath.
"Great mustard, grphlg container."
No. It can't be.
"Can you understand me?"
Its brow furrows in concentration.
"Cab you blow us?"
Even if it can only imitate sounds it hears, this is rather impressive.
"Can."
"Cam."
"Can."
"Can?"
"Can!"
You smile and pat it on the head. Naturally, once you take a being out of an abusive environment, it learns much more quickly.
"You."
"You."
That's right, it got this one right before.
"Understand."
"Uddergrab."
You blush a little at the idea. You know it isn't trying to say...that, but you are beginning to see why this thing troubled your sister so.
"Un-der-sta-nd."
"Hungerma'amed"
"Under-stand"
"Understab."
"Underst-a-nd"
"Understaand"
You pat it on the head again.
"Me."
"We"
"Me"
"Ne"
"Me"
"N- m-me"
"Me."
"Me."
You pat it on the head again. Now for the moment of truth.
"Can. You. Understand. Me?"
It tilts its head
"Can you understand me?"
You clap your hooves happily.
"Yes!"
"Yes?"
This language thing is easier than you thought.
"Yes, I can understand you."
"Yes! I can uddergrab you."
You blush, unprepared for his earnest expression and lewd words.
"Uddergrab? Yes?"
You need to retire to your cham- that won't work, he's already here. You must go somewhere else, so you don't make the same mistake as Celestia.
Maybe you said oval in horse? At any rate, you have the room to yourself. You try to practice the horse words big blue taught you, but without any reference for their pronunciation nor meaning, you stop after a few repetitions. If Starbutt was shit at learning English, Blotchbutt is worse at teaching Magic Horsish. But that's what you get when you base your society on booty size.
You look around the room. Might as well figure out what you want to say as early as possible. Oh hey, paper and quills. It saddens you as a ballpoint pen master race to use such outdated technology, but you'll just have to endure it for now. You set to work drawing food. What else do you really need to say? Magic horse, Human, hmm. You really should find out if they have an alphabet.
If you can record what they say, that would go a long way towards remembering the language. Probably. Assuming you can get the idea across with your mediocre artistic skills.
You are Luna, in a guest room in one of the lesser used towers. Even so, you cover yourself in blankets before you permit yourself to think about-
Those skillful paws, kneading your tender teats. Those perversely dull claws making rows in your soft belly fur. Your breath is loud in the empty room, otherwise silent but for the rustling of the sheets. Then the door opens and you freeze.
"Sister, I want to apologize. We should have talked, performed real experiments, and..."
You stare frozen, touched by the sentiment, but the moment is made awkward by your hoof on your nethers. Celestia tilts her head, hints of anger making themselves known in her posture.
"Tell me you didn't just take him for yourself."
You hold out your hooves placatingly.
"Nothing of the sort! I was just teaching him words, and he, ah, misspoke indelicately, and so I retreated so I could approach him rationally!"
She glances wryly at your glistening hoof.
"He said u-uddergrab. Several times. You know how he smells, how he bares his teeth, how he has such strength in his exotic body..."
Celestia's expression softens at that, a goofy smile playing across her lips.
"Oh, yes. I do know that."
She focuses on you again.
"So you agree? He's intelligent, and just speaks a different language?"
You frown.
"I wouldn't go that far. I have only confirmed that he can parrot sounds. I shall require many more interactions before I can be certain of anything else."
Celestia raises her eyebrows.
"What about Twilight and myself? Can't we interact with him as well?"
You shake your head
"I have had him for just a few moments, and he has already made more progress learning Equestrian than in the month you had him."
"Perhaps you are not the variable; Twilight has a theory that he came from the ancient pony homeland, and that his kind were raised as servants to their pony masters. How else do you explain how quickly and expertly he found the scritching areas?"
That...seems unlikely.
"Where are you going with this?"
"I interacted with him as though he was a servant, and almost instantly he fell into the habits of a concubine. Understand this: he needed no prompting to go from scritching most tenderly to rutting me half out of my mind. Perhaps in your own interactions, you took on the role of an instructor, and he responded to that?"
That can't be right...
"That's a lot of supposition, but perhaps I was too hasty in banning all interaction with you. If you'll let me clean up, we'll see him together."
Celestia smiles graciously.
"That sounds good."
As you wash your hoof in a nearby basin, she asks,
"So where is he now?"
"In my bedroom."
You can feel her stare on the back of your head.
"You sure you didn't want him for yourself?"
You find yourself blushing.
"I was in a hurry, and it was a safe place. We can move him to another room."
Celestia grunts skeptically, but makes no comment. You return to your room to find the creature messing around with a quill. Maybe he's imitating the young Twilight Sparkle? He perks up noticeably when he sees you. Yes, you are a kind and gentle pony, it really shows in how-
Why is he grinning at Celestia?
"Would you look at that. It looks like he drew some things. Shall we see what he wants?"
You glare at her for a moment before turning a sweet expression towards the biped
"What do you have for us, specimen?"
"Specimen?" Celestia asks, unimpressed.
"Silence."
The two of you draw closer and look at the drawings. They really aren't good, but you can recognize an apple, a bowl, and some other things. He points to the food.
"N?"
"Oh dear, did you forget to feed him?"
"I had a lot on my mind!"
"I imagine you did. I better get him something before he starves. "
She leaves, deliberately swaying her hips. The poor thing is hypnotized. You levitate over a fresh sheet of parchment and sketch out a generic pony, then yourself.
"Here, let's learn some more words! You like learning words, right?"
The beastly thing is slow to turn to you, even after your sister is gone. Curse her. You tap your drawing impatiently. He ambles over, adjusting his sheet. You point at the pony drawing.
"Pony."
"Coney."
"P'ony."
"Pony."
At least he's quick to imitate you. You point at the drawing of you and tap your chest.
"Luna."
"Wuna."
"L una"
"Luna."
First constants seem to be a problem. Nevertheless, you feel it is important that he learn your name. You point at only yourself.
"Luna."
You see something flicker in his eyes, and he smiles and points at you.
"Luna!"
Oh, why is that so sweet to your ears? Then he points at himself.
"Hragumbrash."
What an ugly name. You point at him.
"Anomaly."
He tilts his head.
"Anoma...Anom."
He points at himself.
"Anom."
Then at you.
"Luna."
A fair compromise. Then he turns to the parchment excitedly and scribbles out what can only be your sister. No other pony could be so grossly incandescent.
"N?"
You sigh.
"That is Celestia."
"The bestia"
You might kill this Anom creature.
"Ce-le-stia."
"The Labia"
...
"Ce"
"Ce"
"Les"
"Les"
"Tia"
"Tia"
"Celestia."
"Celestia. Celestia? Celestia!"
You are so done. Then he hugs you and murmurs,
"Luna"
Perhaps he is not so bad.
You are Anon, and you are so happy you now know what names to yell out while having sex. Big Blue needs to loosen up, but you guess she's nice enough in her own way. You release her from the hug and bring her to one of your earlier drawings.
The best one. It shows a surprisingly handsome human grinding against the ass of some fine magical horse. You spent about fifteen minutes getting this one right.
"Rehn?"
You aren't really sure what that means, but it came at the end of a lot of questions Starbutt asked you. Big Blue blushes and looks away, whickering or whatever you call that noise.
Did you just get propositioned by Anom?
"I don't think-"
You glance at the drawing again. Why is this one better than the others?
"I mean, ah, "
He points more emphatically at it.
"N?"
Okay, maybe he just wants to know the word. Yeah, that's it. You take a few deep calming breaths and point at the drawing.
"Sex."
Just then Celestia opens the door, a smirk on her face.
"What have you been teaching him?"
Anom turns to her grinning broadly.
"Celestia! Sex!"
Now, you want to die, or just kill him, you aren't sure.
You are Celestia, and did you just get propositioned by the anomaly?
You may be Anon, and you may not know much about what they are saying, but you know exactly what to say to stir up the most trouble. Judging by Big Blue's frantic stuttering and Whiterump's subtle blush, you got it right.
You are Celestia, and you recognize that smile. It's the same one you made when the Gala got torn to shreds. You're on to this guy. Meanwhile Luna is still sputtering away.
"-look at this, he was the one who wanted to learn the word!"
You look and see a well drawn rendition of the anomaly penetrating you.
...
"Are you sure? This is well drawn, unlike all the others. Honestly, Luna, I don't mind if you have those sorts of feelings for him, I just want him to be free to choose who wants to spend time with."
You always though your sister was the cutest when she was blushing.
"No! He really did draw that! I mean, I wouldn't, but if he did, and I am not lonely, so stop you know, saying things."
Too cute. He must think so too. The anomaly pats Luna on the neck, smiling at her. How forward.
You are Luna, currently frozen in place. You've imagined what it would be like to have a coltfriend. You are a mare, after all. But never did you imagine that he would be an alien, or try to initiate things right in front of your sister. Or that he would have rutted your sister earlier.
"Aw, he likes you!"
Trust her to make it worse. Anom looks at you closely.
"Luna? Gar que hoxay?"
Despite the gibberish, you can hear the concern in his tone. You are touched, a little. He strokes your neck. You are touched a lot. Curse your marehood, now is not the time. Celestia giggles from behind her hoof.
"I better leave you two love birds to it then. Good luck!"
With that, she teleports away. He glances away at the sudden absence, then goes back to staring into your eyes. You have to say something.
"I'm...fine, it's okay."
You could drown in those eyes.
You are Anon, and you are feeling kinda guilty about what you did. Wuna looks sad, or confused, or something. You feel obligated to help, somehow. You raise a hand to stroke her head, but your thumb brushes against her horn on the way. Wuna shivers, and her eyes roll back for a second. You freeze, unsure of what you just did.
Oh Stars and Void, you just came.
Okay, Anon, you can do this. Just don't touch the horn, because that is probably painful or something. You wrap your arms around Wuna's neck and hold her close. You stroke her mane gently, murmuring comforting whispers.
He has claimed you, and is growling in your ear while he flaunts his dominance. You have never been more scared or arou-
You struggle to say something, do something, but-
His claws pet your mane, the gentle tugs stimulating already sensitive skin. He pulls back a bit, and you hope you will be set free. But no, he merely stares into your eyes, daring you to challenge him. You feel the last dregs of anger stir within you, how dare he-
He brushes a bit of your mane from the side of your face and cups your cheek in his claw. You drop your eyes immediately. He should not be taking these liberties with your person. You should pin him to the ground with your magic, and call the guards. He suddenly surges forward, catching you up in a tight hug, murmuring something like "Choo Kude"
He rubs his cheek against yours, and you cannot help but melt a little. You have been alone for so long, and he is so very warm. Your nostrils fill with his intoxicating scent. Oh Tartarus, he's scratching your neck.
You have to hand it to these magic horses, they can be cute when they want to be. You still aren't sure what was wrong before, but under your expert petting and hugs, Big Blue is definitely feeling better. Still, extra cuddles never hurt anyone.
You freeze as his hand dips towards your belly. He vigorously scratches, his claws pressing just hard enough to set your skin tingling with crossed signals of pain and pleasure. How long will he torture you? He made you cum within a few seconds of being alone, but now he seems to be taking his dear sweet time ravaging you. Instead, each minute of rubs and gentle scritching and quiet growling feels like an hour. The heat that has building inside of you is nearly an inferno. Finally, he makes a mistake.
He brings his hands up and scratches at your chest, leaving messy furrows in your fur. You press forward, knocking him to the ground. He looks up at you, started by your mareful show of cleverness and power. You place a hoof squarely on his chest, and he has the audacity to smile at you. You bring your face within inches of his and snort.
Looks like someone wants kisses
You-
What
Just-
You know what? Two can play at the ravaging game. You tear your sheet from his body. How pitiful. You prod at his limp stallionhood with a hoof, laughing at how small and malformed it is.
You are Anon, and it looks like Wuna is pretty excited about giving you a handjob. Hoofjob? At any rate, today seems to be your lucky day. Mr. Shine agrees. Him diamond.
Oh. That is...less pitiful. You become all too aware of your hoof pressing against his hard, muscular chest. Your other hoof sensing just how hot a member can be with increased blood flow. The last of your mirth drains away, and you are left with a heat in your loins and a male under your power. You have fantasized about this as well. Your heart pounds, you can hear your heavy breathing. You are going to do this. You align yourself carefully, guiding his rod with just a hint of magic.
Looks like she wants to skip the hoofjob. Wuna lowers herself onto your cock, her inner walls like silk around you. You exhale in a rush, arching your back as she slowly works her way up and down your shaft. She stares at you with some alien emotion in her eyes. You have to respond.
"Wuna. Thanks for the hzeggs"
You have the soul of a poet.
What is he saying about sex? He better not be implying he's had better. You didn't lose your virginity raping an alien for him to just mock you. You pick up the pace, nearly slamming into his pelvis. At the same time, you cup his balls with your magic and knead his flanks with the same. Over the sound of your own panting, you hear his strangled growls. His claws snarl uselessly in your chest fur. It is so /satisfying/ to see him so completely at your mercy. You lean your head down and whisper in his ear.
"You are powerless! I am your princess!"
Oh man, she's talking dirty in your ear, you just know it. You grab her face and kiss her deeply, your tongue probing the entrance of her longer mouth.
What is he doing? You...it's fine. You can handle this. Even though you are still ravaging his cock with your delicate flower, it somehow feels dirtier to kiss like they do in Prance. Nevertheless, you have the advantage here. Your long tongue presses his back, and you feel yourself brush against his sharp teeth. Another shiver runs through you, and you clamp around his stallionhood
For several blissful, long seconds, you are only aware of his exquisite length inside you and your tongue barging around heedlessly between his dangerous jaws. When you come to yourself again, you are startled to realize that he has yet to climax. Every book you have read has insisted that maregasm will ensure a simultaneous release. You pull back, wondering if your marehood is defective.
That was hotter than you ever thought sex with a horse could be. Hmmm, looks like she's getting tired. You better take over. You roll her over, and start taking long, slow strokes inside her. She does the shiver thing several more times in the next few minutes, and you think you figured something out.
It was a trap. How could you have forgotten how your sister lay defeated and broken in the dirt? Even now, your body is racked with waves upon waves of pleasure. You could free yourself if you could just gather enough concentration to focus your magic. It's hard when his relentless cock is pounding your marehood with merciless efficiency. You begin to gather a few shreds of magic. Then a claw delicately traces a line down your horn. Fire flows through your body, your limbs flailing with the sensory overload. Your marehood spasms over and over, and you scream in ecstasy.
Jackpot. You've been holding out, but this is all beginning to be too much. You chant her name like a prayer as you accelerate towards your own climax.
"Wuna, Wuna, Wuna, Wuna, Wuna...."
She thrashes on the ground, eyes closed shut in sexual exaltation.
He keeps saying your name. You lay helpless and wild beneath him as he claims you, womb and soul. He croons out your name one last time as his cock ejaculates within you, filling you with his hot seed. He embraces your twitching body as his stallionhood softens achingly slowly within you. What can you do?
He kisses you sleepily and strokes your mane. You sigh, and wrap yourself around him. You could do worse for a coltfriend, you suppose. The bedroom door opens.
"I heard a scream, are you alright?"
It's sister's pupil. Twilight falls silent at the sight of Anom still buried in your marehood, semen dribbling down between your flanks.
"N-nevermind!"
The door slams shut. The creature chuckles, but doesn't move. You don't move either. You wonder if you could get pregnant from his seed. More worryingly, you aren't sure what you would prefer to be the truth.
You are Twilight Sparkle, and you have to tell the princess. You knew it was a mistake to leave a mare alone with the Dominus. You round the corner and teleport to Celestia's room. She looks up from her work.
"Yes?"
"The Dominus has conquered Luna!"
"Domi- oh. It's about time. Although, I have to pity any stallion who tries after him."
You pause at the mental image.
"Do you think he'll try to conquer stallions?"
That would be...
Terrible. Yeah. Your wise teacher considers the grim possibility. Her cheeks flush with dismay? Yes, definitely dismay.
"I shall have to think about that. Still, we should check on Luna. Do you think he's done now?"
You blush at the memory.
"Last time I saw them, he had c-culminated within her m-marehood."
Celestia covers her mouth in, yes, horror, you are sure of it.
"Oh ho, this I must see!"
What? Maybe he is weaker after conquering a mare? With dual flashes of light, the two of you come to stand before Luna's door. Celestia opens it. Luna lies tranquilly on her bed, combing her sparkling mane. You see nopony else. You turn to Celestia quickly.
"He was here! I saw him!"
Celestia smiles reassuringly.
"I don't doubt it. Well, sister? Do you still think he is a mere animal or is he something more?"
Luna scowls and sets the comb aside. Speaking of which, where is the Dominus?
"In some ways, he is nothing but a beast. Nevertheless, I sense that something more inscrutable than a Dragon's heart motivates him."
How can they be so calm with a seduction monster on the loose? You nudge your teacher.
"Shouldn't we restrain him while we are yet unaffected? Where is the monster?"
The royal sisters exchange a glance. Celestia smiles down at you. It's her, 'You're thinking like a filly, not a mare' smile. You don't like it.
"He's not a monster, Twilight. He's very forward, and uninhibited. You do bring up a good point; restraints could be fun."
Luna shifts angrily.
"He may have won this time, but it would taint my victory if we did not fight on equal ground."
It's too late, they have both been affected. You run off, to send a message to the only pony you know who could stand a chance. You only hope that they get here in time.
You are Celestia, and there she goes. One thing is for certain, you can't wait to see the friendship report on all of this. Back to the topic at hoof.
"By the way, where is he right now?"
Luna nods her head towards the bathroom.
"I noticed his hindquarters carried some of the soil from his enclosure. It seemed needful for him to bathe."
"What an interesting thing to notice."
You grin at her blush.
"Nevertheless, we should- "
"You were oggling his butt~!"
She glares at you.
"Never. The. Less. He cannot stay in my room, and I fear for the maids of we put him elsewhere."
Oh.
"That is a good point. He can stay with me."
"Sister!"
"I know it is irregular, but I think he will be better behaved than you think."
Luna stands suddenly, a snarl on her face.
"Because he likes you better?"
Oh, there's the old venom. Better step carefully. You lay down on the floor and close your eyes.
"Because I am not challenging him."
You hear her stride up to you, not quite growling.
"What do you mean?"
This is a lesson that took you a long time to learn.
"I was not conflicted in his embrace. He did not have to persuade me to couple with him. Thus, he no longer has to pursue me."
"You gave up?"
You tilt your head side to side.
"I am not his opponent. You have claimed that position."
"I...see."
You can almost feel the anger leave her. You open your eyes and smile.
"Effective, isn't it?"
She snorts.
"Perhaps. At any rate, I will be ready when you call for aid."
You are Anon, and you feel cleaner now than you have in the past month. A real bath. Real towels. Shampoo. Angry magic horses arguing in the next room.
Okay, that last part isn't so great. The Jiminy Cricket within you reminds you that this is what happens when you troll in real life. It certainly doesn't help that you don't speak the language. You hear the argument die down, so you peek around the corner. Whiteru-
You really should use their real names. Shewestia notices you and beckons you over with a warm smile. Wuna... you can't read her expression, but she does seem expectant. Then she murmurs something with a wry twist to her lips, and you figure it's okay. You walk casually over to Whi-Shewestia, glancing at Wuna all the while. Shewestia leads you out of the room, leaving her second in command behind. Heh, second in behind.
As you round the corner, you figure you should try to smooth things over between the two. Now, how to say this with a four word vocabulary... Is Luna in trouble for having sex with you?
You are Celestia, and-
"Luna, sex,"
What. You look over. He slaps one claw with the other.
"Anom, N?"
"Anom?"
He points to himself.
"Anom."
So that is his name.
"Luna sex," claw slap the other, " Anom N?"
Is he asking if Luna wants rough sex with him? Well, she might. You nod. His eyes widen. Poor dear.
"Celestia, " shakes his head, claw slaps other, "Luna!"
You pause. Where do you come in this? You, not, rough, Luna. He thinks you are jealous of Luna. You smile and shake your head.
"Celestia, " you pet one hoof with the other, "Luna."
You are Anon, and of course, Wuna is Shewestia's pet. Come to think of it, the purple one was pretty submissive to her as well. Are the dark colored magic horses the pets of horseland? Or maybe just the cool hues. Something to keep an eye out for you guess. At any rate, you are either a fellow pet, or maybe just a general access sex toy or something. Not a bad gig, depending on how it plays out.
By the time you are done deducing incredible insights about horse social systems, you arrive at an elegant room littered with countless scrolls, reams of paper, and spools of ribbon. Shewestia directs you to a cushion as she assumes her place at the nexus of paperwork. Truly, heavy is the ass that must fill the horselandian throne.
You are Celestia, and you really need to teach him more words. You gather up some writing supplies and draw a pony with her mouth open and letters coming out. You point at your drawing and at yourself.
"Say"
"Shave"
Oh how tempted you are to not correct him. Nevertheless,
"Say"
"Shay"
"S-ay"
"Say"
You give him a nod and a smile, and move on.
You are Princess Cadence, and twilight's message mentioned a rampaging monster with a powerful seduction aura. It must hide it well, you can't sense anything of the sort. Shining stands vigilant beside you as the sky chariot comes to land on a wide balcony. He is so sweet sometimes. Twilight slips out from behind a curtain, a relieved smile on her face.
"I'm glad you made it. They've changed, ever since he got to them."
You give her a comforting nudge.
"It's alright now, we're here. Now, who was the first one affected?"
Twilight's face turns grim.
"Celestia."
That is very troubling. The three of you stride towards Celestia's chambers. You'd teleport, but you want to keep a low magical profile for as long as possible. You take a quick sweep of the room with your senses. There's the incredible bonfire that is Celestia, the motes that are the sealed scrolls, and the usual background levels of magic. You open the door, and trip on the Dominus.
You are Anon, and one minute, you are trying to get "sorry" across in pantomime, and the next you have a lap full of pink magic horse. Her belly is thrust out prominently, and she's looking at you with wide, pleading eyes. Well, might as well fulfill your role. You scratch her belly.
You are Cadence, and-
Oh~
It takes a moment, but you roll away just in time for Shining to tackle the Dominus. Your face is bright with embarrassment. Celestia is watching with mild interest, no doubt confident in Shining's ability in non-lethal takedowns. Speaking of, the two males are rolling around, and why is the Dominus laughing?
Oh.
Oh my.
You are Anon, and you forgot how fun wrestling with dogs was. If mares are like cats, then you are pretty sure stallions are like dogs. You roll around a bit, then flip him onto his back and give his belly a nice firm scratching.
"Honestly, where are you all coming from?"
Then you look up and see purple hanging back in the doorway. Looks like she brought her friends for some belly rubs, how sweet.
You are Twilight, and it looks like the Dominus will go for stallions too. Then he looks at you while he molests your brother, and you know you are next.
"Forgive me, Shining."
You run away again, with only one hope left.
You are Cadence, and while Shining is frozen in horror, You aren't sure what you feel as you watch his belly get thoroughly and expertly tended to.
You are Anon. Maybe purple is bringing more friends? You turn your attention to the subject of your ministrations. Is this enough for now? Then you notice his boner, and you are done and backing away. Sorry dude, get a mare for that stuff.
You are Celestia, and sometimes, you have to nudge things along.
"Hello Cadence, Shining. Have you met my guest, Anom? He's still getting used to pony society, and hasn't quite learned his manners."
Cadence spares you a sidelong glance.
"Indiscriminate belly rubbing?"
Shining gets to his hooves shakily.
"Among other things. We think he was trained to serve a pony ruling class in a number of ways."
"Then how about this: You! Sit!"
Anom sits obediently, looking at you with a curious expression.
You nod encouragingly.
"We've been teaching him Equestrian, but only some basic words so far."
Shining warily places himself between Anom and Cadence.
"And you aren't being controlled?"
Ah, that's their theory.
"I don't think so. What do you sense, Cadence? Your senses are a bit keener than mine in these matters."
She closes her eyes and concentrates.
"I sense...fondness, lust, and a hint of jealousy. And from him...almost nothing. Goodwill, acceptance, concern, and yes, lust."
She opens her eyes.
"Nothing controlling, nothing artificial."
Cadence sits down, much of the stress draining from her frame.
"Please keep him on a tighter leash, though. It would be unfortunate if this sort of thing happened again."
You raise an eyebrow.
"Now, who was it who barged into my private bedchamber?"
Cadence blushes. Shining hangs his head a little.
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"I'm sure you've learned your lesson. Now, how about we all settle down and get to know one another?"
You are Shining Armor, and before you know it, you fall back into your old guard routines. You almost completely tune out the mares' conversation, monitoring the last statement for questions directed at you. Most of your attention is on the... monster? Culprit? Perpetrator. He doesn't look so dangerous, sipping tea with that dull look on his face. You'd almost underestimate him, but your belly still tingles from his attack. Not to mention your, ah, reaction. You can see a twinkle in Cadence's eye when she glances at you. When you were merely a guard assigned to her, you'd often be in this situation; bored and stiff. She'd make sure you stayed at attention, with innocent seeming motions that moved her tail just so, or bared her slender neck. You wouldn't mind amusing her in this way if it wasn't for the cause of your current predicament. You take some solace in being extra vigilant and stoic.
You are Cadence, and it seems your dear husband has taken a liking to Celestia's novelty. He's not even paying attention to the conversation, just staring at the creature. To anypony else, he would be utterly unreadable, but you can see the longing in his eyes. You really ought to do something nice for him, he's been working very hard lately. You glance at his stallionhood. Very hard indeed.
"What are we looking at?"
You start at Celestia's whisper in your ear. You cough and regain your composure.
"I was just thinking, do you think you could lend Anom to Shining for an evening? They seem to be bonding nicely."
Celestia smirks.
"They seem more bored than bonded. I'll ask him though, he is his own creature after all."
She waves a hoof at Anom, who focuses on her with the dullness you recognize from guards too long at peaceful postings.
"Anom, night, visit, Shining Armor?"
Your husband perks up at the sound of his name.
You are Anon, and you suppose it was only a matter of time. Some mare was going to ask for the gay stuff eventually. Still, if you're going to suffer this indignity, you want to see them get off on it.
"Cadence, Celestia, watch Anom sex Shining Armor?"
From his sputtering, shy guy probably doesn't want an audience. Meanwhile, you are pretty sure the mares are excited about the idea. That's closer to how you like it.
You are Celestia and you...did not anticipate this. You've watched Shining climb the ranks over the years and develop into a strikingly handsome unicorn. You might have entertained some thoughts, but this...
Cadence can't take her eyes off of Shining's erection. It's a pretty good one.
You are Shining Armor. Why is no one listening to you?
"Hey, not that there's anything wrong with two stallions having a good time, but I do not swing that way!"
Tartarus, the creature doesn't even look that into it. Maybe that's your way out. You look him in the eyes.
"No sex."
He blinks.
"jusk kantog? Can."
Then he grabs your dick and takes your breath away.
You are Cadence, and oh, Shining really likes that. He's doing the twitchy thing while his horn sparks. To tell the truth, you rather like this as well. Your helpless husband. The way Anom just looks at you like he knows. You find yourself squirming in your seat, rubbing against the velvet cushion beneath you. Celestia isn't much better. She may be completely still, but you recognize the glowing from her marehood. You've used that too, when Shining was on night patrol. You bite your lip to keep in the moans.
You are Shining, and by all that is holy,
Someone stop the creature!
It's so-
Wrong. Not to mention that you are aimed at Celestia. It doesn't matter that this feels more amazing than your w-
Uggghhhh. Crap. You can't even think anymore.
You are Anon, and it's almost bearable if you don't look at what your hand is doing. It is kind of amusing the effect it's having on the mares. Pinkie, you aren't being subtle about humping the floor. Shewestia can't take her eyes off your handjob. You wonder...
It's a bit of a stretch, but you reach out with your other hand and grab her ass. She whimpers and her hips buck once. Oh hell yes.
You are Cadence, and you can't believe your eyes. Such debauchery. Reducing everyone to rutting animals. Twilight was more right than she knew. Shining's cock surges, splattering the table with his glorious cum. A droplet lands in Celestia's chest fur. At that precise instant, you cum.
You are Shining, and you collapse onto your back, your body almost painful with the height of your orgasm. You might swing that way after all.
You are Anon. Great, now your hand is all sticky.
"Gotta clean this off somehow."
You pull your hand away from shy guy and stand up.
You are Cadence, and that cum is yours.
Pink Pervert climbs up onto the table and licks your hand, maintaining perfect eye contact. You freeze as her tongue caresses every inch of your hand, between the fingers, licking and suckling until its clean. When she swallows, you check yourself. Yup diamonds. Then she turns her back on you and starts lapping at the cum on the table. Goddamn. You feel something stir within you. First things first, though.
"Kay Dense, sex?"
Shewestia gives you a gentle push towards the pink tush and says,
"Yes."
Well, let's see. You get a double handful of bubblebutt. Kay Dense's tail lifts up and over your arm, revealing a winking pussy. No need to ask twice, then.
You are Cadence, and there's a fire in your veins clouding your mind. Your vision is filled with the delicious cum on the table and Shining's still firm erection. Even as you lap up your favorite treat, you feel something latch onto your hindquarters. In your lust fueled haze, you automatically lift your tail out of the way. Celestia enters your field of vision, hovering over your husband's cock.
"Wait, what do-"
Something amazing plows through your undefended pussy. The pressure on your flanks spikes, and your forelegs give out as the Dominus hilts inside you. Your face lands in the puddle of Shining's cum, and you are only peripherally aware of Celestia lowering herself.
You are Shining Armor, and you had almost recovered when something hot and wet enveloped your stallionhood. Your eyes snap open and are filled with a wondrous sight. Princess Celestia is riding your dick, an expression of wanton abandonment on her face.
"N-no, this is wrong!"
She locks eyes with you, her expression sobering a little.
"Forgive me, but I could not hold back any longer."
With that, her hips grind against yours in a slow, exquisite rotation. You gasp at the stimulation, your cock already throbbing inside the pussy you had fantasized the most about, second only to your wife's. Where is Cadence? Why isn't she stopping this? Celestia nuzzles your neck, and you find it increasingly difficult to protest. Then you glimpse your wife over Celestia's shoulder, and it all makes sense.
Cadence had insisted on making all of your dreams come true, even when you ashamedly admitted your onetime lust for the Sun Princess. She must have traded a favor to Celestia's pet for this rare opportunity to rut the Sun. You smile at your wife, and yield yourself to the ecstasy of Celestia's marehood.
You are Cadence, and your nose is filled with the scent of Shining's cum. Celestia bends down to nuzzle his neck, and he smiles at you. Why this gratitude? Anom thrusts inside you again, your cheek smearing against the table. Ah, you remember now. How embarrassed he was to admit his juvenile fantasy. How you would roleplay as the radiant princess. Your promise to make his dreams real. As prices go, this one isn't so bad. You give yourself over to riding Anom's cock. You do spare a bit of magic to stroke Shining's neck. Oh how you love him.
You are Anon, and Kay Dense starts getting into the rhythm, her tail coiling around your waist. You bend forward and drag your fingers down her back, savoring the way her inner walls clench around you as you hilt. No doubt about it, this is worth a handjob. You wrap your arms around Cadence in a bear hug and lift her up, thrusting deep into her from below. She squeals in surprise and delight, her back arched against your firm chest. You slide one hand down her belly and rub her pussylips as you pump in and out.
You are Celestia, and you feel your guilt growing in proportion to your pleasure. And yet, even though you know this is a mistake, you can't stop yourself. Then Shining Armor smiles at something, and turns to look at you. His face is so close He kisses you, his tongue invading your startled mouth. You cum right then and there, bucking senselessly as you return the kiss. Your guilt drops away, and you fill yourself with the firm length of a virile young stallion.
You are Shining Armor, and her mouth is as sweet as you thought it would be. You wrap your hooves around her neck and pound her quivering pussy, no doubt highly sensitive after that last orgasm. You can feel yourself nearing the edge, your senses filled with the lovely sight and scent of an aroused mare. You break the kiss, and whisper in her ear,
"Thank you, for fulfilling my dream."
As she shudders with the wave of her third orgasm, you can hold back no longer. You fire deep into the belly of the Sun, clutching her to your chest as you ride your own wave of pleasure. For long moments, the two of you lay there. Then Celestia looks at you, her face flushed with pleasure.
"You know, I had dreamed of this as well."
You smile, flattered.
"Then here's to dreams."
You give her a kiss on the cheek, and pump your softening member once more inside her. She giggles, then rests her head against your neck.
You are Cadence, and from your vantage point, you were able to see that whole adorable little scene. Still, you feel a little lonely, even as you are rutted like no mare has been rutted before. You've lost count of your orgasms, your whole body tingling with every thrust, stroke, and shift of Anom's claws. You twist to look back and up at this impossible creature, your mouth parted and inviting. You expect his kiss to be deep and fierce, but he takes his time, his lips surging against yours like a slowly building tide. He lays you on your back on the table, his kisses and pounding uninterrupted. Once his hands are freed, he strokes your face lightly with the rounded tips of his claws.
You find yourself to be the one to go for the tongue, your nose filling with his musk, your tongue tasting the exotic depths and thrilling points of his mouth. Then his claws converge on your horn, tracing the spiral, filling your body with white hot pleasure. You keen into his mouth, your body desperately clinging to his, trying to fill you with the entirety of his length. He shudders at the same time, his hips slamming into yours. Finally he hilts, and you feel his hot semen fill you as he surges again and again. After a long, exquisite moment, you relax your hold on him a little. He smiles at you.
"Thang you."
"You're welcome."
He brushes a strand of your mane from your face, and you feel warm inside, even more than before. You want to share this.
"Take me to Shining."
He tilts his head, then picks you up. As you gently sway in his grasp, you wonder at the strength in those limbs. He sets you down by your husband. Shining looks at you with warm, affectionate eyes.
"Thank you, my beloved."
You give him a kiss.
"Anything for you."
You are Anon, and you have to say, you are feeling pretty satisfied. Shewestia rolls off the stallion, and looks at you with a pleading expression.
"Carry me?"
You sigh, and pick her up. She's actually kind of heavy. You shift your grip and rest part of her weight on your hip. She nods towards her bed, which looks awfully inviting. You walk over slowly and set her down on the mattress. Shewestia beckons you to her, and you climb in beside her. She wraps her hooves around you, and snuggles up close. You return the embrace, bathing in the warmth of her presence. And just like that, you fall asleep.
You are Anon, and you sorta recognize this dream. You walk into the kitchen, and there's your bowl of mac and cheese. Then, yes, light flickers. When you look back, the bowl is gone and you are hungry. You rifle through the fridge, then the cupboards, then the oven. Nothing, same as always. You turn, expecting Mr. Rodgers to make it all better.
It's god damn Wuna eating your bowl of mac and cheese.
"Stop that! It's mine!"
She freezes, a forkfull midway to her mouth. You stride towards her to grab it, but you can't seem to make any progress. She just gets farther and farther away, and keeps eating your damn mac and cheese. You wake up angrier than you have been for a while now. You blearily turn your head, barely making out a number of silhouettes around the bed.
"Now!"
You are engulfed in a brilliant rainbow, its light somehow bearable. In fact, you find yourself calming down. It was just a dream, and in no way is Wuna responsible for the theft of your dream food. Your eyes adjust to the morning light, and you see Purple has brought even more friends, how nice. In fact, you are feeling great after what is no doubt a anti-hangover spell. You gather Starbutt up in a hug, patting her neck fondly for the nice spell she cast.
You are Twilight, and how could it have failed? Sun, moon, love, and friendship. How could seduction magic be stronger than them all? As the Dominus presses you against his firm chest, you feel the magic take hold. Then a light blue aura pries you from his arms.
"Unhoof her, you ruffian!"
Good, yes, good thing Rarity stopped him. Rainbow scowls.
"That's it, plan A is a flop, I'm beating him up."
"Wait, Rainbow, no!"
It's too late. She launches backward into the air, then divebombs the waiting seduction monster. He dodges to the side and snags her by her chest. He spins a half-circle from the transfer of momentum, bringing Dash to rest at his side. Before you can do anything, he ruffles her mane and scratches her ear. You can't tear your eyes away from the pegasus's humiliation.
Applejack charges in soon after, her head lowered for a headbutt that could no doubt crack ribs. The Dominus slides out of the bed and gets into a crouch. Right before Applejack would collide with him, he flips her over his back and snares her in a sheet. Her hat falls to the side and she looks at him with well founded dread. With unholy glee, he scratches her belly and fends off her weakly flailing hooves.
"Oooh, that looks fun!"
Pinkie hops up to him and rubs her face against his shoulder. He immediately turns his attention to her and runs his hands all over her face and down her neck. Applejack and Rainbow make a few desultory moves to get away, but he makes sure to pat them before they do. How cunning, to use embarrassment and arousal to lock multiple ponies in relative immobility. You have to retreat.
With the familiarity of long practice, you lock onto the sparks that are your friends and teleport to a vacant guestroom. Pinkie pouts.
"Aww, it was just getting good!"
Rarity sighs long-sufferingly.
"Pinkie, dear, I fear you misunderstand the mission. We are to stop a seduction monster from taking over Equestria, not submit to an orgy."
Pinkie Pie tilts her head.
"Really?"
You clear your throat.
"Yes really. Now girls, we've determined a frontal assault won't work, nor the Elements of Harmony. Now, we need to come up with a plan, or else he will subdue us one by one. Any ideas, girls?"
Fluttershy doesn't make eye contact with you, and kicks a hoof.
"What is it, Fluttershy?"
She starts at the question, then hides behind her mane.
"Could we, um. Talk to him? Maybe of we ask nicely, he will only use his magic on lonely mares, or something."
...
"Fluttershy, he's a sex monster. You can't reason with things like that, you would just get scratched and rubbed relentlessly and feel his alien physiology prod against you, and..."
Rarity is giving you an odd look.
"Darling, don't take this the wrong way, but have you, ah, imagined what it would be like to be taken by a Dominus, was it? Perhaps late at night, or in the shower?"
Your eyes widen.
"How could you know? Has he affected you too?"
Rarity bites her lip. Oh no, this is going to be bad news.
"Not as such. But let us just say, I recognize the signs. Don't you agree, Applejack?"
For some reason the farmpony blushes.
"Ah'll leave it to you then. Ah'm gonna get mah hat."
Nothing is making sense. Pinkie looks between the two, then starts giggling helplessly. Rainbow Dash frowns.
"What's going on?"
Rarity glances at you apologetically.
"It would seem that Twilight finds the Dominus to be very...exciting. As such, he's almost exactly as dangerous as a large pet dog. Eager, yes, but only as truly dangerous as you let him."
Rainbow sits down.
"Are you saying he's like an animal that's only being friendly when rubbing against you? How do you explain what happened to the princesses?"
Rarity coughs politely.
"Animals also react to the signals you give them. The princesses must have been acting...receptive while he was showing affection."
Fluttershy nodded knowingly.
"You have to have good self-control, if you don't want very special fuzzy friends. I think I will talk to him, he seems like such a nice critter."
With that she trots off.
"Wait, I don't think it's that simple, I mean he didn't even touch me before this morning, and I have been struggling against his influence since yesterday!"
Pinkie Pie giggles.
"That's cause you think his baguette would be super nice in your oven!"
...
Rainbow nods slowly.
"That makes sense, I mean, I still feel nothing and he totally scratched my ear."
Oh no. He's gotten to them too. You dare not bring anypony else into this, he'd just take them over. It's up to you to stop him from ruling Equestria with a soft, delicate claw.
You are Applejack, and you don't like to think about the time when you first got Winona. Things just haven't been the same with Big Mac ever since then. He's your brother, and you love him, but some things a sister just isn't meant to see.
Enough of that, you have a hat to get. The maids are helpful enough with directions, but you don't like the look they give you. Just 'cause a creature rutted the princesses senseless don't mean you are a hankerin' for a try. When you open the door, you see your hat. Unfortunately, the domiwhatsits is wearing it. You walk up to him.
"It'd be real kind of you ifn' you'd give me mah hat."
You are Anon, and oh, you didn't see her there. Give her a what? You shrug.
You are Applejack.
"Mah hat."
He still looks confused. If he weren't so tall, you'd just take it and be done. Well, if words ain't doin' it. You point at the top of your head, then at your hat, then at your chest.
You are Anon, and oh, that's cute, she wants her head scratched. You smile and dig your fingers in her mane, gently scraping her scalp. Her breath hitches. Looks like you hit the right spot. You give her a few more moments of head scratching and then give her a final pat on the head. All the while, her eyes stay half-closed in relief. You are glad you could help.
You are Applejack, and that's not what you meant at all! You swish your tail in frustration and-
Well, you just have to get your hat back. He turns away, satisfied with mussing you up. You've seen that before. Suddenly you ain't feeling so kindly about everything. You get up on your hind legs and give him a nice, firm push. He manages to catch himself on his claws, so you don't feel so bad. You trot over and flip your hat back on your head.
"Pardon, but this belongs to me."
He sits back, watching you warily, but he doesn't look mad. You tip your hat.
"Sorry about the fuss. Have a nice day, Sugarcube."
You are Anon, and clearly, you have just been m'ladied by whatever the magic horse version of a neckbeard is. Warm hue privilege and that cowboy hat. She starts to walk away, and you have to admit that this...cowgirlhorse? has a nice rear. Probably a mayor or a sheriff, if you had to guess at her social status.
"Dat ass."
That's the nice thing about language barriers; you can say inappropriate things and they are none the wiser.
You are Applejack, and what was that? You turn to see him looking at you, biting his lip. No, not at you, but your...
Can't be. You move your rear to the side. His eyes follow, and you see his mighty tree roughly hewn. Well, ain't that flatterin'
...
You move your rear to the other side.
You are Anon, and sometimes, you can be pretty dense. She wasn't just asking for head scratches. Here she is, waving her butt at you. You suppose it's time for her to receive some real warm-hue privilege.
You are Applejack, and you really shouldn't be teasing him like this. Even if it is nice to have somepony a'pining for your hindquarters. You turn back towards the door, and take a few steps. You hear him rise up behind you. Before you know it, he's grabbin' at your rear, makin' you tingle and shiver. You should buck him. Buck him hard.
You are Anon, and damn, but this ass is firm. You can feel the flex of the muscles in her flanks as she shifts under your hands. You can't hold back any longer. You duck under her tail and lick her inner thigh.
You are Applejack, and you were all set to let him have it, and now...
You glance back at the claws still digging into your rump. You think you'll let him have it. Then his tongue reaches your marehood, and you push him down to the ground, sitting on his clever little face.
You are Anon, and it looks like she likes it. You take your time, running your hands up and down her generous thighs. Your tongue slowly traces her flower, rewarded with shudders and increased flow. For some reason, she tastes like some sort of breakfast cereal. Hints of cinnamon. You delve a little deeper, and her thighs clench on your head.
You are Applejack, and-
Oh mercy. You clench your eyes shut as you make a right mess on his face. Even after the flood, you can't help but buck your hips against his face a few more times. You should stop. It ain't fair to take advantage of a simple creature this way. You try to get your hind hooves under you, but he's holding on too tight.
"It's alright, you don't have to do any more."
His only response is to delve deep in your marehood with his tongue.
"Ffffffritters, that's good!"
You collapse onto his belly, your strength stolen by the blinding pleasure of a firm muscle writhing inside you. You feel guilty, feeling this good. You are a bad mare. Something long and hard taps against your cheek. Maybe there is a way to make it up to him.
You are Anon, and you wonder if magic horses are related to fainting goats. There seems to be a lot of muscle failure when certain areas are stimulated. It's kinda cute.
Then your member is engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. You moan into Orange's pussy. At once, she sucks hard on you, and your face is bathed in marecum again.
You are Applejack, and you might just try to get bestiality legalized. Having something make you feel this good shouldn't be illegal. You bob your head up and down his cock, savoring the velvety texture on your tongue. Then the door opens.
"Oh my. Um. Don't mind me."
You let the stallionhood fall out of your mouth.
"H-hi Fluttershy..."
You are Fluttershy, and oh dear, you seem to have walked in on Applejack just when she was making friends with the Dominus. Then your good friend just lets the penis fall out of her mouth. You're sorry, but that's rude.
"H-hi Fluttershy..."
The big guy groans and Applejack's back arches as she does the honeybunny dance.
"Applejack, it's not nice to just drop it, even if you want to talk to somepony. Here, let me show you."
You kiss the tip, then push it past your lips. You make your way down the delightful length, your tongue swirling around it. The big guy moans, and you are so happy you could make him feel nice. Then you look up at Applejack with pretend surprise.
"Mmhmm hm mh hmmm!"
Then you slowly pull back, stroking the available length with the frog of your hoof. Finally, it's completely out of your mouth, and you keep stroking it with your hoof.
"'Oh, hi Applejack. Did you want something?' See? Now he's still happy, and you can talk at whoever is at the door."
Applejack stares at you, her cheeks flushed from friend making.
"Ah reckon ah heard you answer the door like that a fair few times."
You nod happily, glad to finally have somepony to talk to this about.
"Pretty clever, huh?"
You are Applejack,and you are very firmly not thinking about all the animals that have been through that cottage. You know you ought to be disturbed, but it's pretty hard to focus while being pleasured. That might explain what you say next.
"Say, Fluttershy, why don't you take a turn on his thing? Ah'd do it, but ah'm a little stuck right now."
She glances down at the erection under her hoof.
"Are you sure? It looked like you were having fun sucking in it."
You pause as another orgasm wracks your body, and you let out a hoarse cry of pleasure. Once you get your breathing under control, you nod at her.
"Ah'm sure. Don't you want to make friends with him?"
She nods happily.
"Oh yes, that would be wonderful. Well, here I go."
Fluttershy crouches above the critter's crotch, carefully positioning herself.
"Hey there big guy, my name's Fluttershy, and I am very~ happy to meet you."
You can't look away as the cock parts her pussylips and slides up inside her. Fluttershy lets out a delicate little sigh. Then she gets to work, grinding, rocking, and panting. She stares at you with half-lidded, grateful eyes.
"Oh yes, thank you Applejack."
You stare at her open mouth. You are no Rainbow Dash, but Fluttershy is a model. Her slender neck. Her elegant mane. Her soft belly. Her hot breath washing against your face.
"Say, Fluttershy..."
"Yes?"
"Do you want to make friends...with me?"
You know it's impossible.
You're nothing but work calluses and hard muscle. A muddy brute.
"Oh, Applejack. We can build our friendship anytime."
Then a soft pair of lips meets yours, and all your doubts fall away, followed by tears of joy.
You are Anon, and quite frankly, you have no idea what is going on. You were getting a nice blowjob, then there was talking, then an even better blowjob with some hoof action. Then more talking, and you are 95% certain this is not a third, even more incredible blowjob. Then something wet drops onto your belly. Either saliva or tears. Either way, you switch from grasping this ass to stroking her back comfortingly. Your jaw is getting pretty tired, and your erection is getting quite the workout inside the nice horse. As you probe two sets of slippery folds, you reckon that both should give out at about the same time. Not a bad way to spend the morning.
You are Fluttershy, and you feel sorry for poor Applejack. You just know she would be great in bed, but all the stallions in town just want to get under her hat. As you kiss her sweetly, you feel your heart grow warm. You two are going to be the best friends. You are going to get to know her inside and out. So, while you are riding the big guy's cock, your focus is on slipping your tongue past parched lips. Applejack moans into your mouth, shuddering as another orgasm courses through her.
Delicious.
Oh, and the critter is ready too. You break the kiss gently, pecking her lips one last time as an apology.
"It's okay, big guy. Let it all out into momma Fluttershy."
You stroke his stomach softly as he heaves and bucks under you, thrusting as deep as he can. You close your eyes in satisfaction as his seed erupts inside you, spraying again and again and again. Such a nice present.
You are Applejack, and you feel his hold slip from your legs, and you get to your hooves shakily. You feel about as strong and stable as a newborn calf. You stagger a few feet away and lay on your side. Fluttershy elegantly strides over and lays down in front of you, cum leaking from between her legs. How can she be so composed?
"So you've done this before?"
She smiles and nods.
"Fun, wasn't it?"
You have to give her that, you haven't had that many orgasms in a row ever before.
"Ah can hardly believe it happened."
Fluttershy reaches out and strokes your face. You blush at the bold contact.
"You'll find animals can be much more perceptive and persistent than ponies."
What's that supposed to mean?
"When we get back to Ponyville, why don't I introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Raccoon? They have a nice little open marriage, and I think you would really like them."
What did you just get yourself into?
"Fluttershy, Ah wanted to spend more time with you. Ah'm sure they are very nice, but..."
She slides her hoof down your neck, and you take a deep involuntary breath. She smiles gently.
"We can have our own time too, I just thought, since we both share this thing with animals..."
She suddenly seems unsure of herself, and stops stroking you. To be honest, you do wonder what a raccoon would have to offer.
"Ah get it. Part of being friends with somepony is meeting their friends, right?"
Fluttershy nods happily.
"Oh yes! And then afterward, I can lick the cum out of you, and we can take a long, hot bath, and I'm sure you'll love it!"
That does sound nice
"Speaking of licking the cum out..."
You are Anon, and for some reason, the horses are now in lesbians with each other. Rather than being the third wheel, you wrap yourself in a white bed-sheet and stealth your way out of the room.
You are Rarity, and the sad fact of your little group of friends is that for matters of a certain, ah, delicate quality, you are the only one with the necessary experience and insight. As such, you approached Princess Celestia for her version of the events.
...
You are compelled to admire her descriptiveness, and willingness to speak of such...things.
"-surprisingly obedient too. Although, I suppose certain incentives help."
You cough politely.
"Indeed. You mentioned a list of words he knows?"
Celestia levitates a scroll to you.
"We hope to add more to his vocabulary, but we have so little time. Twilight would be the best teacher, but..."
You nod.
"She is rather out of sorts as of now."
An aide draws up to the Princess and whispers in her ear. She smiles and dismisses him.
"Rainbow Dash, would you mind retrieving Anom? The guards in the east wing would direct him towards here, but he's having too much fun sneaking around."
Dash salutes and zips off.
You are Anon, and the first time, it was just to see if you could. Now, though, you have to see how far you can go. You press your back against the corner and throw a pebble to the other side of the hallway. The sentry's ears perk up and he walks from his post to investigate. You slip around the corner, and into a nearby door. It's an empty ballroom, with a servant washing a window in the corner. You really should tell the Buttarchs how terrible their security is. You creep along the wall until you reach the far door. You peek into the hallway. Nothing . You vaguely hope you find a cardboard box.
You are Rainbow Dash! You're on a rescue mission, and-
Oh, there he is. You just watch as he steps over a rigid guard. Anom has some long legs. He crouches low and hugs the wall. Then he sees you watching him. This mission is lame. Apparently, he thinks so too. He sighs and straightens up as you approach.
"Hey, uh, food this way."
Anom brightens up at that. You wave to the nice guard, and start trotting away. Anom follows.
...
This is boring. You find your eyes wandering. All those pert rumps at attention.
"What wrong?"
You turn to meet the guy's concerned stare. You grin a little.
"Asses."
The princess did say they wanted to teach him more words.
"Kassest?"
You shake your head and lead him over to a grey lady guard. You point at her rear.
"Ass."
Anom rocks back with sudden understanding.
"Ass."
The guard struggles to keep her face straight. You set your butt right next to hers, flanks just barely brushing.
"Asses."
He stares, transfixed.
"Ass...es."
You wink at the lady guard, who blushes lightly. You'll have to come back here later. You set off again, a new game in mind. Anom catches up slowly. The next guard you see, you point at.
"Good ass?"
Anom tilts his head, then shakes it.
"Sh-talone ass. No good me."
Can't blame him.
You are Anon, and you are feeling pretty thick right now and not just because of Bluebird's visual aid for 'asses'. You thought you were learning the language of the magic horses. In fact, you are merely getting acclimated to heavily horse-accented English. You follow Bluebird in a daze, tersely appreciating the rears along the way.
You are Celestia.
"Good morning, Luna."
She nods in acknowledgement, then picks at the food in her bowl. Strange.
"Is something the matter?"
Luna smirks.
"Today, I shall achieve the first in what is sure to be a long series of victories."
...
Perhaps you should talk about something else.
"So, I see you have cheese sauce on your noodles. Is it good?"
Luna stares intently at the dining hall doors.
"It will be."
As if on cue, Rainbow Dash and Anom walk in. The fast little pony approaches you and salutes.
"Princess Celestia, Anom is retrieved."
He nods at you amicably.
"Prince ass Celestia."
Everypony stops what they are doing. Rainbow coughs, and taps him on the arm.
"No, it's Princess."
You are Anon, and of course, the only thing that would change much would be proper nouns and titles. You know you recognize the last part of Shewestia's title. Maybe you were too hard on the consonants of the first part? You try again.
You are Celestia, and you are trying very hard to keep a straight face.
"Finest ass Celestia."
The tension in the air is palpable. Poor Rarity faints. Rainbow Dash is trying very hard to disappear. You can see the serving staff admire Anom's audacity.
"I like it. Breakfast, Anom?"
The room is filled with talking as the nobles try to figure out exactly who and in what context it is allowed to address you as "finest ass". The answer, of course, is that if you have to think about it, you can't use that form of address. Meanwhile, Anom picks up a plate and serves himself from a few of the platters of food. He freezes when he sees Luna's meal.
"M-mac and che-heese!"
Luna is very smug. You smile at your sister's thoughtfulness.
"Ah, a dish from his homeland. Did you happen to make extra?"
Luna takes a bite.
"No, it completely slipped my mind."
Oh dear, it seems Anom is angry. Now, what would he understand?
"No mad, Anom. Memac and Chi Heez lunch."
Anom calms at that, even as Luna pouts. He nods at you.
"Thank you."
Then he nods curtly to Luna.
"Finest ass Luna."
Her face turns bright red.
"Y-you too."
Anom looks around, then settles down to eat in the spot by the comatose Rarity. All in all, a good morning.
You are Rarity, and after spending a socially acceptable amount of time pretending to be stricken by sudden impropriety, you resume your breakfast. It would seem you have a new neighbor. Out of habit, you turn a measuring eye on his form. It's not terrible accurate way of getting his proportions, but it's enough to sketch out a few potential styles. Hmmm. A bit leaner around the chest than a minotaur, what could you do with that...
"Help you?"
You meet his gaze, mildly embarrassed to have been caught.
"Ah haha, yes, ah, after breakfast, teach you things?"
You wish you had taken a longer look at that list of words. Anom narrows his eyes for a moment, then nods decisively. Oh good, he understood. You smile, then turn to eat a bite of food. However, you can only stand the silence for so long before your social instincts take over.
"So...that sheet, are you evoking ancient Roam?"
You are Anon, and you know you just sorta threw this on, but you still feel it's a bit strong to call it shit. It is Shewestia's sheet after all. Then she asks if you are fucking the ancient bone. Clearly you are dealing with a very base and vulgar horse. Even if she is Shewestia's friend, you feel you ought to defend Whiterump's honor.
You are Rarity, hoping that at least some of that got through.
"She very fine, words much resplegd, elephant and sogged."
Ah, he seems to know equestrian history, interesting.
"Yes, it really is too bad how the elephants invaded and sacked Roam. Is this an attempt to bring back the old fashions? I am a clothing designer of some talent, perhaps you could use my services?"
You are Anon, and okay, you did not catch most of that. Something about bringing back old passions? She did say she is a glowing reminder of some talent, and...
Offered the use of her cervix? Ah, of course, it all makes sense now. She is Shewestia's most favored pet, and thus gets to play with the others. How typical of the bootystocracy, to sate the desires of favored pets with even more pets. You doubt the efficiency of such a society, but the appeal is undeniable.
You are Rarity, and he's been silent for a little while now, staring at you with calculating eyes. Perhaps it was a bit brash, offering to make clothes for him so soon. He hasn't even seen much of your work, just what you have on right now.
"Breakfast done, teach me?"
You look down and yes, his plate is clear. He made a good choice; it would be better to get the embarrassing part done first, then discuss business. You wipe your lips daintily then rise to your hooves.
"This way, please."
You are Anon, and you figure you should let her take the lead. She did say she had something to teach you. She leads you to a room with reams of paper, bolts of cloth, and...
Horse mannequins? She must really not like that toga. The door locks behind you.
...
You are Rarity, and this discussion will be rather indecorous, best to avoid unwelcome intrusions. You tap yourself.
"Friend."
Then you tap a ponyquin.
"Friend."
You bump your shoulder against it. Anom watches, visibly confused. You walk over to another ponyquin.
"L-lover."
You pet its neck.
"Lover."
You give it a hug.
"Lover."
You find your face heating up as you demonstrate such lewd things. You rub the ponyquin's belly.
"Lover."
You crawl under the legs and rock back and forth a few times.
"Lover. Understand?"
You are Anon, and you now realize you are a molester. The Favored Pet may or may not have a mannequin fetish, but it is clear that you have been...
Groping magic horses. You sit down heavily, weighed down by the revelation.
You are Rarity, and you can't help but feel sorry for the poor thing. He rubs his face.
"I...did wrong."
You walk over and bump gently against his shoulder.
"Now you learn, we no mad."
He smiles at that, then his face falls.
"Sorry to purple..."
You unlock the door.
"Come, say sorry, she understand."
Anom rises, a determined look on his face.
"This way."
You set off towards the library.
You are Anon, and you admit, your first impression was flawed. The Favored Pet might not be the classiest horse, but she's a good bro.
"Good ass, you."
Whahahahat? You mean, you try, and-
It's nice to be noticed,
It's just nopony has ever said such a thing to you.
...
You take an indiscreet peek at his hindquarters.
...
Good to know.
You face forward, willing the blush from your cheeks to go away.
"Good ass Anom too."
You can't believe you said that.
You are Anon, and wait, so are you of the same social rank? Or is it just a reciprocated compliment? Eh, whatever, it's good.
You are Rarity, and this has all gone surprisingly quickly and smoothly, no doubt thanks to the efforts of a certain beautiful and competent mare.
"Halt, foul tempte- Rarity?"
It was going smoothly. Twilight stumbles back, trying to rein in a swirling blob of dark purple magic on the tip of her horn. In the blink of an eye, it expands into a smokey bubble around Anom and Twilight. Little lights flare on its surface as dust motes hit the forcefield trap. And it was going so well, too.
"Please tell me this is reversible, Twilight."
...
"Not from the inside."
"Darling, you really must be more careful. Now play nice until I return with the princesses. We'll have you out in no time at all, don't you fret."
You are Twilight Sparkle, and the bubble is dim, lit only by where your bodies come in contact with the barrier. The lighting would be romantic, if the other pony wasn't a dangerous, deceptive, well-muscled, exotic, and hypnotic monster. You can feel your will to resist crumbling.
"Stay away from me!"
He doesn't even have the decency to get it over with. He just sits there, his face mockingly morose.
"Sorry, not be lover, be friend?"
What.
He turns to his side and offers his shoulder. You can't believe this. Even as you helplessly slide down the curved wall of the bubble, your outrage grows.
"You-you rutted Celestia, then Luna, and I don't even want to know what you did to my brother, and you turned all of my friends against me and probably rutted them too!"
You come to a stop a mere hair's breadth from him.
"Sorry, not know, uh,"
He pats his head.
"For lovers."
...
"No."
He tilts his head.
"You don't get to do this."
You're finally saying it.
"You don't get to babble NONSENSE at me for a month, then m-a-g-i-c-a-l-l-y start speaking Equestrian when you get sex!"
Your fury builds, all the frustration, all the nonscientific interference, your great work let to wander like some promiscuous hobo.
"You don't get to rut everyone I love and FRIENDZONE ME!"
You are Anon, and okay, Purple is clearly angry, probably because you fucked and groped, well,
Everyone, more or less.
"What you want me do?"
She rises up on her hind legs.
"Take me."
She can't mean-
This whole time, this is what she wanted? You have to have heard her wrong.
You are Twilight Sparkle, and you are so tired of being the odd one out. Of being stressed and working so hard while everypony else doesn't see the problem. For once, let somepony else fix this. You wait for your release, when he will finally remove all the worries from your mind. He just stares at you, no hint of desire in his features. Why?
Why can't he just rut you and make you like him, and make everything okay even if it isn't? You earned this. You deserve this. You are going to get it no matter what.
You are Anon, and you stil aren't sure what you are supposed to do. Purple growls at your hesitation. She sets her hooves on your shoulders and shoves you onto your back. Oh shit.
You are Twilight Sparkle, and this is better. You sniff at the base of his throat, exulting in his sweat and fear. Your horn flares with magic and his loose robe shreds into hundreds of small squares. The Dominus lies frozen beneath you, his stallionhood limp and afraid. You run a hoof up his chest and cup his cheek with it.
"You may control the others, but now I control you."
You spare a smidgen of magic to stimulating his penis, and the rest to holding him loosely against the bottom of the bubble. His breath comes out uneven, your spellwork already getting good results. It's so exhilarating, finally doing all those things you read about! You remove your hoof from his cheek and gently stroke his hair. Is this what it feels like for everypony? He just looks at you with scared eyes, and-
Somehow, you aren't satisfied. You lean down and press your lips to his. It's...nice? You don't see what the fuss is about. Maybe belly rubs will be better.
You are Anon, and it occurs to you that you are being sort of raped by a kissless virgin. Technically not kissless anymore, you guess. Should you be doing something? She draws back and sets her hooves on your belly. Wait.
She vigorously rubs them back and forth, pressing too hard.
"OUCH! FUCK!"
She stumbles back in surprise.
You are Twilight Sparkle, and there is literal blood on your hooves. It's hard to tell by the dim light, but you hope those are only light scratches on his stomach. This isn't what you wanted. Your stomach churns. You are a bad pony. The domin- the anomaly sits up with a wince. He feels at his tummy, and grimaces when he sees the blood on his claws. Oh no.
Is he going to attack you? Or is he going to fear you? You aren't really sure which would be worse.
You are Anon, and the scratches are pretty shallow, but they sting. Aaannd it looks like Starbutt is back to being a skittish horse. You sigh. She just had to tear the sheet into unusable scraps. Still, you figure this is the best chance you're going to get for some sort of reconciliation. You beckon to her.
"Come to me."
You are Twilight Sparkle, and what should you do? He looks...
Tired. Maybe it's okay? You step cautiously towards him. When you come within arms reach, he slowly encircles his arms around you. What?
He presses your head to his shoulder and pats your shoulder with his other hand. You are getting incredibly mixed signals, but...
It feels nice. You relax, taking some measure of comfort from his firm support. Before you know it, you are wrapping your forelegs around his torso and sitting in his lap. There's an odd lump pressing against one of your hindquarters, and it's gro-
Oh. You look at his face. The anomaly is blushing, and not meeting your gaze. Maybe if you just...
You shift slightly and oooooohhhhh yessssssss. You rock your hips involuntarily, the stimulation of a rod pressing between your buttcheeks nearly taking your breath away. You are so close, in a number of ways, but first you have to make sure.
"Am I raping you?"
You are Anon, and that's a hell of a question, Purple. Still, you do feel sorry for her. And you are hotdogging her butt.
"No."
Now let's show this girl how it's done.
You are Twilight Sparkle, holding your breath. He kisses you, his mouth moving in all sorts of ways against yours. Sometimes you can feel the pressure of his teeth on your lip. Your hooves clasp him ever tighter to you. Your breath is hot and fast. Then something warm and wet and firm pushes past your lips, and your mind melts.
You are Anon, and did she-
She actually came from just getting a little tongue. Damn, girl. You stroke her back, and she wriggles against you, her grip tightening around you. Cute. Then everything gets brighter, and you freeze.
You are Twilight Sparkle, and why'd he stop? You deepen the kiss as much as you can, exulting in the novel sensation. You rub his back, trying to get some response. Finally you pull back and open your eyes.
"What's wro-"
Oh.
Celestia chuckles.
"I'm glad you two are getting along now."
You turn beet red. You try to get out of the anomaly's lap, but-
Oh, his penis just drags against your marehood. Finally, you scoot backwards, shuddering at the pleasure, cringing at how embarrassing it is to have Celestia watch. Then you notice everypony else.
Cadence.
Shining Armor.
Rarity.
Oh no.
Shining Armor won't meet your eyes.
Cadence murmurs, "Like brother, like sister."
Rarity smiles at you.
"Well done, darling. I knew you would figure it out eventually."
"I, uh, "
You look at the creature. He just smiles and shrugs. This is too much. You turn to your teacher.
"I'll write a report, okay bye!"
You teleport to your room.
You are Cadance, and you have to say,
"Celestia, I would like a copy of that friendship report when you get it. It looks to be very interesting."
She smiles.
"Of course."
You sigh. As nice as all this has been,
"I'm afraid we really must return to the Crystal Empire. Until next time, Celestia, Rarity, Anom."
Shining hesitates, then glances at you. You nod. He turns to Anom.
"A-Anom, feel free to visit any time you like."
You are Anon, and did he just say you could feel him any time?
"Uh, thank you."
He smiles, then teleports away with Kay Dense. Okay then. You get to your feet, wincing at the pain from your scratches. Favored pet immediately starts fussing over you, dabbing at the blood with levitating scraps of sheet.
"No, I good, very."
She just rolls her eyes at you and continues to tend to your scratches. Shewestia seems rather amused by all this. Then you notice Favored Pet isn't completely focused on your wounds. You wiggle your hips and watch her eyes track your erection.
"See good thing?"
She blushes and stammers incoherently for a few seconds before saying something you can understand.
"Ah, you good now. Not heut?"
So she has a demure side, despite being Shewestia's number one sex partner. That's adorable.
"I good."
Shewestia chuckles, then murmurs something to her favored pet. The unicorn glances at you, then bows her head in acceptance. Shewestia walks away, and blue eyes white horse nods her head in a different direction.
"Teach you more."
Sounds good.
"Yes."
You walk beside her for a bit before you realize something.
"My name Anom. Your name?"
She seems a bit startled by the question, but responds succinctly.
"My name Rarity. Good to meeth you."
What? Oh. Polite too, you're starting to like this horse.
"Good to meet you too."
~
Twilight Sparkle"
You are Rarity, and you are looking over the list, trying to decide what words he should learn next.
"Ah,"
You look up.
"Yes?"
Anom seems to be concentrating very hard.
"We don'd sbeak differend languageth. Jusk accends of the zame language."
"W-what?"
He frowns
"Same words. Mouth shape change sound."
That...
You look at the list. He has been using words not on the list.
"Do you...understand everything I say?"
He pauses, then shakes his head.
"Words we puhractice, or if you say slowry. Hothers harder."
You get the feeling there are greater implications than just learning to communicate quicker.
"So, ah,"
He stares at you like a lump of unshaped clay.
"I shall teach you everything you need!"
"Thank you?"
You are Twilight Sparkle, and you feel obligated, after all that has happened, to teach Anom the most important thing ever. After wandering around the palace for a little while, you find him in the hooves of another mare.
"Let's take a break, darling. Twilight, how can I help you?"
You glance at the sweaty, naked anomaly, then shift your load of scrolls slightly.
"I was rather hoping to help Anom, as an apology for...things."
Rarity smiles.
"Ah! Well, don't let me stop you, darling."
You hesitate.
"What were you doing just now?"
Your friend's eyes glitter with excitement.
"Did you know, they have ballroom dancing where he's from? He's not terribly good at it yet, but I have hopes of having him society presentable in a year or two."
...
"Oh, haha, dancing, of course."
Rarity looks at you with wry amusement, but says nothing.
"I mean, not that I thought- Anyways, I thought I would teach him to read."
You levitate a table from over by the wall to the center of the room. You spread out your burden of scrolls, quills, and ink. Rarity looks on with mild interest.
"I wonder if he'll recognize the letters."
...
"I would be surprised if he did..."
"Ah, I forgot to tell you. He already knows Equestrian, it's just that his accent is simply atrocious."
...
"But it helps him if you talk slowly. Otherwise his mind is overwhelmed by the smoothness and grace of the true dialect."
"That... makes no sense at all. He is an alien, there is no reason why his language should be at all similar to ours!"
Rarity shrugs.
"That would depend on where he comes from. Now, Anom, would you care to join us?"
You are Anon, and you have completely lost track of what they were saying. Purple unrolls a scroll in front of you.
"Hiss his He alphabet. Do you Lecognize hit?"
There's about 50 symbols. Crap, this is going to take a while. Still, you feel obligated to defend your world.
You are Twilight, and you are having a hard time believing what Rarity said.
"No, my alvabet has dwendy siggs ledders."
Wow, that is an unfortunate accent. You are torn between wanting to teach him how to read and learning more about his world. Though if were able to write down what he knows...
"This is 'ah'. Here's how you write it."
You are Chrysalis, Queen of the changelings, the once most powerful being in Equestria for a few hours. You are still feeding your hive with the love energy you got from that little fiasco, but it can't last forever. As if by fate, you sensed a nexus begin to develop in Canterlot. You will be much more careful this time, observing your target for a long time before taking its place. You slip into the palace on a moonless night and follow the slowly building mass of energy. You track it down to...
You stare at the strange creature. What is it even supposed to be? It's like you took a minotaur and removed its cow-ness. Still, it seems to be the hub of a lot of budding relationships, so you lick its cheek for a samp-
Whoa, wha-
Aaagh!
You fall back, your tongue roiling uncontrollably at the bitter taste. You feel the transformation overtake you, your body desperately trying to adapt to the poisonous essence of the monster you just licked. You lay on the ground, shuddering as your body's mass flows into an utterly alien form. When at last it stops and you can move again, you flee. You have to get away from that...thing.
You scramble through shadowed halls on all fours, some strange weight swaying on your chest. Your limbs are all the wrong sizes too, but you finally make it out into open.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
Oh no. Two pegasus guards approach with lanterns. One tilts his head.
"Hey, it's like the Princess's pet. Do you think it'll..."
The other shakes his head.
"Not for us to find out. Come on, let's put it in the old enclosure and their majesties can deal with it in the morning."
This is bad, it seems you are trapped in the form of an exotic slave race bred for the use of royals. Worse, you have no chance of escaping now, this body is too awkward to move at all quickly. The second guard beckons to you.
"Come on, we have a nice place for you. Uh, food this way?"
You have to play along for now. Maybe by morning the toxin will be gone from your system.
You are Anon, eating oddly sweet biscuits and gravy. Apparently Wuna thought it would be funny if she switched the salt in your shaker for sugar. It's actually not...bad, you wouldn't recommend it, but you won't spit it out either. So you just eat your breakfast with a straight face, and Wuna stabs her food a little too hard. A guard whispers in Shewestia's ear. She looks startled for once, then turns to you.
"Would you ike to meet thomepony ike you?"
Consider your interest piqued.
"Sure. Who is the pony?"
"Hit's mot hexactly ha pony..."
You are Chrysalis, and what wouldn't you give for wings right now. On the upside, you did get food eventually. The pony who brought it stared at your chest lumps, not that you can blame her. What an odd placement for teats, and so prominent too. You try to ignore them as you wait for somepony to deal with you.
...
You jostle one to pass the time.
You are Anon, and ah, the old courtyard, how nostalg-
There is a naked blonde woman playing with her tits. Shewestia tilts her head.
"Do you think thee'd let me play with them too?"
You choke.
"Gah, ah, um. Wow, I have no idea. Let me talk to her, and could I get two sheets?"
Shewestia looks mildly confused.
"You gan talk to her, but do you really meed two pieces hof poop?"
"Two sheets. Um, bed cover, not blanket."
"Hoh, right, ha moment please."
You are Chrysalis, and oh no, here come the creature, clad in a sheet for some reason. He smiles at you.
"Gehrro, hwut yiu wreik a zchiet?"
You smile in non-comprehension. Crap, he has his own language. Um. You point at your throat and shake your head. His eyes widen. He quickly closes the distance between you and wraps the sheet around you, tucking it tightly behind you back. As you stand frozen in fear, he pulls back and squats on the ground. You feel funny wearing something over your chest lumps, but he isn't attacking you, so there's that.
You look down at what he's doing. It seems he's scratching symbols in the dirt. With the last one, he looks up at you questioningly. You don't recognize anything, so you shrug. You're going to have to walk a thin line between vague and obedient until his toxic essence is cleansed from your body.
You are Anon, and this is terrible. Not only is the only other human mute, she's also foreign. Guessing by her hair and eye color, you guess Swedish or German. You can see a bit of fear behind those bright blue eyes. This must be a lot to get used to. Aaaannd you and the horses are going to have to teach her horsish English. Great.
You beckon her to follow you. Shewestia looks on in interest as the two of you approach.
"How his thee?"
You grimace.
"She's mute and from a different country. We don't speak the same language."
Her Royal Majassty nods solemnly.
"Thee his cute, ha thame habout the language. Hi have to return to my duties, will you help her haround?"
"Will do."
Speaking of language, you aren't sure you'll ever get used to that accent. Perhaps with time.
You are Chrysalis, and it seems Celestia's sex slave is free to roam. He leads you through the familiar halls of the palace to a little study. Little Twilight looks up at the intrusion, jealously seeping into her heart.
"Wha-who is your, ah, friend, Anom?"
He turns to you, uncertain.
"We don't reawy gnow her name, she can't speak and doesn't understand Engwish. I was thinging, if we teag her whore's language and writing, at weast she coud gommunicate that way."
Rude. Twilight thinks so too.
"For the last time, it is Equestrian, not whoresish."
"And I disagwee that it is the best one. But that doesn't mattew, wet's just teach it to her."
After a few hours of pretending to be clueless, you are exhausted. Twilight is just too persistent, and whenever you got frustrated, this Anom would either hold your claw, or pat your shoulder. He's not even your coltfriend, and you are the Queen of the Changelings, you don't need a coltfriend.
At all. Even though he held your claw on the way to the dining hall. And for some reason, he really likes cheese sauce on noodles. You aren't particularly happy to be in such a crowded room in a disguise you can't shed. You try your own bowl of noodles. Nothing special, really. Anom notices your low appetite.
"You good?"
You nod your head shyly. You feel his attraction grow. It's a trickle, but you sip at his affection and ease your true hunger. He chuckles.
"I'm a wittle ungomfortabuw here too. Um. Want to go other place?"
That would be good. You nod eagerly. Anom gives your claw a squeeze and leads you away.
You are Twilight Sparkle, and,
"You wanted to see me, Celestia?"
She sets aside a scroll.
"Yes, thank you for coming. Anom and the new one, how do you think they are doing?"
You sigh.
"They're doing alright. It's slow going with the female anomaly, but she has excellent pronunciation once she does learn a word."
Celestia nods.
"Good, good. But how do you think they are getting along?"
Celestia's expression is oddly...detached.
"Good? She follows him around a lot and is kind of shy..."
Celestia smiles.
"That is good to hear. We should encourage that, it would be a shame if the only two creatures of their kind died without posterity."
...
"You want me to...help them pair up?"
You don't like this feeling. Your teacher senses that in her eternal wisdom.
"Twilight, one of the things you learn as an alicorn, is that you might not get the mates you want. If another mare or stallion captures their attention, we must withdraw. It can be heartbreaking, but it is better for ponies to live with those of the same lifespan."
No, that's too sad!
"Surely, if you really like a stallion..."
Celestia solemnly shakes her head.
"You may share a number of happy years, but ultimately it is better to let them go if they are blown by the winds of fate. There is a comfort; you can watch over their foals, and perhaps one will grow to have the qualities you once so desired."
Wait.
"You've dated the foals of your crushes?"
Celestia raises an eyebrow.
"Not all of them, and when I do, the foal is a fully grown pony. I actually had my eye on your brother for a while, but Cadence snapped him up pretty quick."
You feel a little queasy for multiple reasons.
"Will Cadence...let him go too?"
The Princess of the Sun sighs.
"Probably not. They are married, and Cadence is a young alicorn. It is all too likely that she will live to see him grow old and die while she stays young and beautiful."
Perhaps he will become an alicorn by then...but considering the only ones in existence are all mares, his chances aren't too good.
"So, we are going to play matchmaker for the anomalies."
Celestia's smile is, as always, kind.
"Indeed. If it's any comfort, you can have first dibs on their offspring."
"That's n-"
You sigh.
"Thank you, Celestia. I'll...I'll see what I can do."
You are Chrysalis, and as you near the top of the tower's staircase, your body is uncomfortable sweaty. You suppose that is what happens when you can't radiate body heat from wing membranes. You can feel a light breeze flow by, carrying the beguilingly earthy scent of the creature. He waits just around the bend, breathing heavily, a grin on his face. You wonder where he is leading you.
More lessons? To show you some secret? To...
Hold your hoof? Claw? Anom lifts the bar to a set of wide double doors. Sunlight and a brisk wind assault your eyes and tug at your sheet. When your eyes adjust, Anom is already gingerly laying down on the hot stones of the balcony. He lets out an extended sigh as he lays prone on his back.
"Is gooooood."
You skip lightly across the balcony into the shade of the low guardrail. You rest your back against the low stone barrier and sit in the shade. The constant breeze is cool, but the sun's heat more than makes up for it. In fact,
You loosen the sheet from around you and let it flap in the wind, pinned by your weight. You are already feeling dryer and increasingly content. There's some movement in your peripheral vision. You glance just in time to see Anom lower his head back down. Whatever.
It's funny; you were afraid of being discovered, attacked, and/or ravaged. However, it seems that much like other animals of intelligence, whatever Anom is, the females are the dominant sex. Between that and your feigned language barrier, you are in almost no danger. You gaze out towards the Everfree Forest, where you left your hive to forage on the outskirts.
You may very well be safer than they are. You turn your gaze back to the balcony and-
Huh, something is wrong with his sheet. Something is poking up from his wai-
By the barren wastes, that's a boner. Ew ew ew. Okay, just be calm and deal with this like a dominant female.
You are Anon, and you thought it would be a nice place to take a nap. It still is, but there is no way you can fall asleep when there's a naked woman a few feet away. Just gotta play it cool. Unfortunately, your boner is not so discreet. You hear movement.
"Bad!"
You open your eyes.
She stands naked at your feet, an accusing finger pointed at your crotch.
"Bad thing!"
Rude.
"Maybe if you put some clothes on..."
You sit up, trying to figure out what you can do to hide a boner when you are basically in a toga. She backs up a step . Hm, you need to use simpler words.
"Not bad, I good."
Nice try, but you know a boner when you see one.
"No! No in me. Stop bad thing."
You are Anon, and Oh. She's a lesbian. Or...she's not interested. Either way, you should probably tuck it away somehow. Maybe if you wrapped the sheet around your waist, you could...
You slip the sheet off your shoulder.
"No!"
She runs past you and down the stairs. Welp. You fold your sheet in half and make it into a skirt of sorts, with your boner tucked horizontally. You should probably grab her sheet, or-
It flutters away in the wind. Or not.
You are Chrysalis, and that was a close call. You need to find some protection, or-
Twilight Sparkle walks around the corner of the hall. Footsteps echo down the stairs behind you. You dash forward and grab Twilight below her forelimbs. She squeaks, especially as you swing around to keep her between you and Anom.
“I-I’m flattered, but I’m not into-“
You shift her around so her belly faces the stairs. Anom comes into view and tilts his head.
“Wha-“
“In her, not me!”
What delicious revenge, to sacrifice the meddling foal to sate Anom’s terrible appetite. Your victim squirms a little in your grip.
“If it’s to stop a rape…”
You are Anon, and what?
“I, no in, no one.”
You are Chrysalis, and by the infinite dust, he wants both of you. You approach slowly, then toss Twilight at him and run.
You are Twilight Sparkle, and you know your duty. Anom tries to set you aside, but your magic is stronger. You pin him to the wall with your magic.
“I wasn’t drying to rabe her!”
That’s just what a rapist would say.
“Don’t worry, I’m here. I can take it for her.”
You unfasten his sheet. It’s hard to turn your back on the criminal erection, but it’s necessary. Your magic wavers a bit as you back up.
“You don’t need to-“
You feel a prodding between your flanks, perhaps a bit h-iiiiggghhhh~
Oh, you feel funny. A little too dry though.
“Wrong one, sorry.”
You reposition and…
You are Chrysalis, and you never thought you would see the day when you would want Celestia to protect you, but nothing has been quite right this past day or so. You rush past a mildly alarmed secretary and burst into the High Office. Celestia turns from the large map on the wall.
“Yes?”
How do you say this?
“Anom, no want in me!”
At once she becomes very sympathetic.
“That is too bad. You are a very beautiful…being, and any stallion would be lucky to have you.”
What? You mean, yeah, you have always known you were too beautiful, but this time that isn’t working out in your favor.
“No, Anom, he come, I no want.”
You should have pretended to learn more words.
“Oh, you don’t want to get pregnant. Well, let’s go talk to Anom, I’m sure he’ll understand if we explain things slowly enough.”
She walks out the door, and you follow helplessly behind. Maybe she’s right. At the very least, you can offer her to him and escape.
You are Anon, and you have no idea where the woman has gone. Twilight was very…effective at delaying you, so you just have to wander around and hope you get lucky, in a different sense. You attract some glances from passing officials, but you get the feeling you aren’t the first non-horse to garner royal attention. Hmmm.
Are your eyes playing tricks on you, or is it darker in this wing? You round the corner and bump into something soft. Wuna brays in surprise, looking reproachfully over her shoulder. Then she stops, and slowly strafes her behind away from you.
“Good afternoon, Finest Ass Wuna.”
She looks away, her cheeks reddening.
“Th-that won’t work. Hi’m honto your cumming plan.”
Cumming plan? If the lady horses scheduled out your sex life, you would really like a copy, or at least some prior notice. At any rate, maybe that was too formal.
“Sorry. How about, nice to see your plump ass. It is very regal.”
Wuna stares at you with wide eyes. Too formal? Too familiar? You’re never going to get the hang of the Mixalotian caste system.
“Th-that- I-“
Maybe it would be best if you skipped the pleasantries. Wait, what were you even talking about? Oh yes, your sex schedule.
“So, could you tell me more about this cumming plan? Or at least when you wanted to have sex with me?”
You are Luna, and of all the audacious, rude, vulgar, Presumptuous,
“Still your tongue! Do not think be like my sister, pliant, large, fat, lustful, gluttonous, given to dalliances…”
Where were you going with this? Oh yes.
“I am not desirous of debasing myself again! We are at war, you and I, and I will see you beg for mercy!”
He stands there agape. Satisfied with your victory, you turn and strut away.
You are Anon, and angry horses are really hard to understand. Something about her sister and daily allowances? Then it sort of devolved into snarling and spitting, something about deep glazing and… egg of mushy? Sounds like someone didn’t get their way when your sexy times were being scheduled out. You should probably talk to Shewestia about this, she’ll know what’s going on. You set out in the opposite direction of Wuna, and are satisfied to note the walls getting noticeably brighter.
You are Celestia, and you wonder why Chrysalis is keeping up the charade. Near as you can tell, she’s getting almost nothing from Anom. Nor is she seducing any of the guards or any other pony. At any rate, you’ll keep an eye on the empathic wards Cadence set up. Ah, there is Anom.
“Anom, could we talk?”
He looks relieved to see you and Chrysalis.
“Yes, good.”
You lead him into a small parlor and lock the door. Chrysalis sits as far from him as possible, her gaze switching between his face and his flaccid member. Anom sits on a nearby cushion, and you clear your throat.
“Anom, she has approached me to tell you that she doesn’t want to get pregnant.”
His brow furrows
“O-gay then. I mean, I got the feeling she wasn’t interested anyhow.”
That was easy.
You are Chrysalis, and he may say that now, but you know the long, hard truth!
“He had a boner!”
There is no way he is just giving up. Celestia looks amused.
“Tell me, Anom, are boners dangerous among…creatures like you?”
His stare is cold, yet hungry.
“No, finest ass. And we are called hiyumins.”
He lies. You are a predator yourself, you know exactly what it’s like when the breeding urges arise. How sweet it is to slip into a relationship and steal the love of the unwitting spouse. You aren’t sure what Anom’s urges are telling him to do, but his boner is similar enough to pony reproduction that you have a good idea.
“Don’t believe him! He will stop at nothing, it is his nature!”
Celestia doesn’t look at you, but you see a smug smile on her face. That…is unlike her. Anom raises his claws, eager for your flesh.
“We didn’t teach you some of those words.”
Celestia looks at you now, still smiling.
Suddenly you feel very alone.
“So you noticed something is off about her. Tell me, Anom, has she told you her name?”
You are Anon, and something is definitely going on here.
“No?”
Shewestia’s horn glows, and she points dramatically.
“Her name his Chrysalis!”
…
“Hi Chrysalis. Nice to meet you.”
Chrysalis looks incredibly nervous. Shewestia’s dramatically pointing hoof wavers a bit.
“Was something supposed to happen?”
“She’s supposed to turn hinto her real form and fight me.”
Chrysalis backs up into a corner.
“That doesn’t seem to be happening.”
Shewestia lowers her hoof.
“Chrysalis, the masquerade is over. Reveal yourself and wager your power against mine.”
…
Chrysalis whispers, “Hi can’t.”
Whiterump sits down slowly.
“Truly?”
Chrysalis starts to cry.
“Hi can’t! Your monster poisoned me!”
Who is she talking about? The Finest Ass looks at you doubtfully.
“Did you poison her somehow?”
Wait. What?
“What? No, seriously, what? We eat normal food. Do you even have poison here?”
Chrysalis glares at you.
“Your skin! Your skin his poison!”
…
“That doesn’t make sense. I mean, it’s okay if you like me, plenty of horses like me. No need to get melodramatic about it.”
You are Celestia, and things are beginning to become clear. But you really cannot let this one pass.
“Am I among the whoreses who like you?”
Anom looks at you with a grin.
“Finest Ass Celestia, as befitting your position, you are the best whores who likes me. I understand you also dominate my sex schedule, so I look forward to our time together.”
Sex schedule? He has organized taking time with different mares to that degree? In retrospect, having Twilight teach him might have been a bad idea. Still,
“I would prefer if you wouldn’t call me a whores. Mistress would be better, or Auntie if you are being familiar.”
“Okay, uh, Mistress.”
Oh, that is much better. Now, what were you talking about? Oh yes, poison skin.
“Chrysalis, you have attempted to overthrow Equestria, and your recent actions speak of similar intent. As such, I would be fully justified in having you executed.”
She looks at you apprehensively.
“But that’s not my punishment. What is?”
You give her a grave nod.
“You may have noticed a new creature in Equestria. It would be a shame if his species died with him.”
Anom takes a step back.
“Whoa, I don’t know how I feel about…”
Chrysalis looks a little noxious.
“I’m to be his broodmare?”
You sigh. It is unfortunate, but you have set up similar matches in the past to good effect.
“I will not force this. However, I must insist that you lick him every day, and accompany him for at least four hours each day.”
You are Anon, and well, today has certainly taken a turn for the messed up. Still, you suppose it is your duty as a pet to obey Shewestia’s orders.
“I understand. Chrysalis, I promise to be nothing more than a friend, unless you come to feel differently.”
The woman glances at Shewestia, who nods permissively. Well, as weird as all this is, at least your master is being pretty understanding about it.
You are Chrysalis, and it is worse than you feared. Death would almost be preferable to living in fear…under…a hiyumin. Yet, you aren’t ready to give up hope entirely. You bow your head.
“You are merciful.”
She might even think she is being merciful.
“Good. Now, please lick him. In the future, each lick must be witnessed by a princess, for safety purposes.”
You stare into her eyes with disbelief. She is serious, and yet...
You can see something else in her gaze. If this was merely a matter of justice, you would feel more at ease. Nevertheless, the Princess wants a show. You approach Anom slowly, trying to decide the best spot. He turns his head to the side obligingly. Ah, well then.
You rest your hands on his shoulders and lean forward. His skin is musky, and salty on your tongue. Unlike the first time, it seems this body is well suited to the toxins. It is almost…pleasant. Then a warm thing brushes against your thigh. You spring back, and just as you feared, it has returned. Celestia chuckles.
“I think he likes you.”
Anom is blushing.
“Sorry, it’s just an automatic reaction.”
You know better. If you had lingered just a moment longer within his arms reach…
Best not to think of such things.
“Very funny. Are we done here?”
Celestia nods.
“I am, at least. Anom has a reading lesson, why don’t you accompany him?”
You glare at her. It actually feels kind of nice, not to have to hide your hostility.
“Fine.”
Anom sighs and walks out the door.
Author's Note
You might feel the jump from foreign language to bad accent is too abrupt, and takes away from the language barrier narrative. And you would be right. However, you can only have so many misunderstandings before it gets tiresome. Also, you might recall way back in chapter 1 that "bored" and "word" were near homophones, so yeah. That's practically foreshadowing.
You are Twilight Sparkle. You glance at your pile of romance novels. You had hoped to read them together, but with this interloper…
Simple vocabulary is the order of the day. The door to the study opens.
“Hello, Anom, how are you?”
He looks a little uncomfortable.
“I’m…alright.”
His
Friend
Walks in behind him, oddly not in a sheet. She sneers at you.
“At least I won’t have to suffer through your lessons anymore.”
Rude. Also, what? You look at Anom who smiles apologetically.
“It turns out she’s Chrysalis. Something about a shapeshifting accident.”
You glance at the imposter(?) She lounges off in the corner, her attention pointedly elsewhere.
“What? How? I mean, we need to tell Celestia!”
Anom hold up his claws placatingly.
“Celestia’s the one that figured it out. Basically, Chrysalis is stuck with me, and gan’t turn back to normal.”
Oh. So, if the female anomaly is actually Chrysalis…
You glance at your pile of novels with a smile.
“Let’s just ignore her then. Why don’t you try your hoof at some of these books?”
You are very aware of your shoulder pressed against his as he runs his claw along the page. Such delicate little digits. He speaks slowly, carefully.
“She stared from the balcony, wishing he would touch her like he caressed the ancient tomes he loved so.”
Such a good student. You have to be subtle. You tilt your head slowly to the side, until it just barely rests on his shoulder.
“She cursed him then, blind and deaf to all that mattered. Why couldn’t he see that ghosts are ponies too?”
This is your favorite part. It’s hard to focus on your seduction campaign when you are so caught up in the story.
“She drifted down and peered over his shoulder. It hurt to be so close, yet so immaterial.”
You turn to look only at him, his scent beguiling and enticing you closer.
“Strange words fell from his lips, and Specter Scepter felt a change seize her body. All at once, she could feel his heat, his body suddenly pressed firm and hot against her own.”
You hear a scoff from the corner, but you ignore her.
“He looked to her then and blinded her with a beautiful smile. ‘We are reunited, my love.’ Specter felt a heat of her own build within her for the first time in years. ‘I have never left you.’ With that, she forced him to the ground with mareful passion and…”
You find yourself nuzzling his neck, letting his voice wash over you.
“Really, Twilight? A porn book?”
Scornful laughter peals from the corner. You draw back, immediately regretting the loss of contact, but you have more important things to do.
“It’s not a porn book, Anom. It is a beautiful piece of literature with a complex narrative and many endearing characters, some of which are ghosts. Really, you should read it for its cultural significance if nothing else.”
Anom looks at you skeptically, then at the rest of the pile of books.
“They are all porn books, aren’t they?”
…
…….
"Maybe.”
You are Chrysalis, and they’re…
They’re actually ignoring you. Fine. Good. It’s good that Twilight is distracting him, with-
Those can’t really all be porn books. Anon skips ahead, still pausing at the occasional long word. You aren’t sure you believe his reaction. It’s hard to believe that there is something Twilight can stomach that Anom can’t. You can still picture his insistent, threatening erection.
…
You look at the pile of books. Perhaps it would give you an edge. You sneak over and snag a book.
You are Anon, and the horse alphabet is almost completely phonetic. It takes more letters, but the spelling is much more consistent than the mess that is English. It’s actually pretty easy to learn, all things considered. Now, the books Twilight has you reading…
You admit, they are somewhat interesting. It’s just the sex scenes use incredibly flowery language, completely avoiding mentioning any body parts whatsoever. Passages like, “His waves lapped at her shore, his grand galleon pulling into her secret harbor”
You’re pretty sure that’s about anal, but who knows. At any rate, after several hours of reading aloud, you set the book aside.
“I think that’s a good stopping point for today.”
Twilight stirs blearily from your shoulder.
“Wha? No, she was about to induct Danger Gleam into her personal guard!”
You close the book firmly.
“Yes, a perfect stopping point. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get a drink.”
You rise, and immediately you hear a small pop behind you. You look over your shoulder to see a glass of water levitating towards you. Twilight pats your cushion.
“Just a little more?”
She looks at you with large, pleading eyes. You shake your head ruefully.
“I’d like to stretch my legs too.”
She sighs, but gets to her hooves. You look over you shoulder.
“Hey, Chrysalis, would you like to-“
The woman throws a book across the room in a panic, then strokes her hair with forced casualness.
“Oh, nothing, nothing at all. I’m afraid you are mistaken.”
…
“I’m going for a walk, want to come?”
Her mouth twists in displeasure.
“Thanks to your finest ass, I have no choice.”
Hold up. You look at your rear. Is it that good? It’s hard to tell, maybe Twlight can tell you, as an assistant to the finest of asses.
“Twilight, do I have a finest ass?”
She blushes, no doubt embarrassed at your audacious question. Twilight glances at it, then swiftly looks away.
“I-I guess? I mean, it’s good. I don’t know if you could accurately apply the superlative, but from a purely objective standpoint, it’s, ah, very nice.”
That’s about what you thought. You are a bit bigger than most ponies, Finest Asses aside, so you probably do belong to some of the upper strata of society.
"There you have it, Chrysalis. I merely have a nice ass, so you do have a choice. Come to think of it…”
You still have a hard time adjusting to her being nude, but if she doesn’t want to cover up, you aren’t going to make a fuss. Still, you get rather stiff while contemplating her approximate rank in the bootystocracy.
“You might not be a finest ass yourself, but it’s pretty close.”
Chrysalis’s face gets red with anger, and she makes little abortive noises in the back of her throat.
You are Chrysalis, and why is he talking about asses so much? It’s not like changelings have much in the flank department, but you are-were a lithe, elegant queen. So you feel nothing when he compliments your butt. Nothing at all. Now if only you could figure out how to make this throat thing work again.
You are Anom, and you should probably leave before you get her any angrier.
“At any rate, maybe I’ll see you at dinner.”
With that you walk out of the room. She doesn’t follow, she probably just needs her space.
You are Chrysalis, and okay. That was…
Unimportant.
You wait a moment longer, then stalk quietly across the room. The book is largely undamaged, and you pick up where you had left off.
‘The gentle mare was tossed onto her captor’s bed, and the griffin captain pounced upon her…’
You are Twilight Sparkle, and you didn’t think you would ever have anything in common with the Queen of the Changelings, but it appears a love of romance novels transcends all species. You look at Anom striding along, utterly unaffected by the thrilling scene he stopped so callously. Maybe not all species, then.
“So, were you the one that made my sex schedule?”
Your mind comes to a complete stop. Anom tilts his head at you, back-lit by the afternoon sun in the arched window. You understand the individual words, but…
“Sex schedule?”
He frowns, concentrating.
“What did she call it, oh yes, the Cumming Plan. Even if you didn’t make it, you have a copy or something, right?”
You had suspected this for a while now, but Anom might not be…all there. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Some of your best friends aren’t all there. You are very progressive about the differently sane.
“I’m… not sure what you are talking about.”
Anom frowns, and starts walking again. You trot to keep up.
“It’s something Luna said, that she was on my Cumming Plan, but her sister has a larger something. I don’t mind having those kinds of appointments, but I keep forgetting to find out what they are, so I fear the schedule isn’t really working. Say, maybe you could make a better schedule, you always seemed good at organizing things.”
…
“You want me to make a schedule about, ah, coupling with mares? Who should I include? Am I included? What times are you open to, er, activities? Oh, where’s some ink and paper when you need some…”
You aren’t really sure about how good you are at organizing this sort of thing, but the Princesses are counting on you to get it right.
You are Rarity, and you have been hard at work in the small workshop the princesses have granted you. If Anom truly wants to bring back the fashions of ancient Roam, he’ll need more than sloppily arranged bedsheets. Thank goodness Tyrian purple is much easier to come by nowadays. The dye has already set in the borders of the toga, so you work on the tunic.
It would be too easy to follow the old styles and leave it largely blank. No, instead you embroider vines and trees around the neckline, golden thread for one side, navy for the other. It would be a simple matter of switching upon which shoulder he wore the toga, and thereby be properly attired for audiences in either the Day or Night court. You tie off the last thread, and snip the dangling end. You cast it onto a crude form and step back to admire it.
“Rarity, you are a talent.”
With a thought, the whole ensemble folds itself neatly and comes to rest on your back. Time to seek out Anom.
You are Luna, and clearly food based pranks are no longer cutting it. Pitting your strength against his is too dangerous, if he overcomes you, you are utterly at his mercy. And yet, magic would be too unsatisfying. You need to do what he did to you. Make him writhe and submit and cast aside all dignity. But how?
You are Anon, and Twilight has run off, mumbling about refractory periods and collaborative compromises.
It's actually kind of nice to walk around by yourself. Solitude has been hard to come by ever since you hopped the language barrier. Eventually, your stomach reminded you that some interaction is necessary. You set off for the dining hall. Along the way, you see Rarity with an odd lump on her back. She perks up when she sees you and trots right over.
“Anom, just the stallion I was looking for. I realize I was a bit too forward before, so I made this as an apology and a sample. Would you kindly try it on?”
A bundle of cloth floats to you, unfolding in the air. Some sort of dress and a fancy sheet? You shrug and pull the dress over your head. It’s actually kinda nice to wear clothes again. Then the sheet surges around you, wrapping then tucking up over your shoulder. Rarity eyes you critically, her magic tugging at the folds of the sheet. At last, she smiles.
“Oh darling, such gravitas. It really s-“
Your stomach growls.
“Ah, perhaps we should retire to the dining hall. Oh! And while we are there, I can teach you the proper way to eat!”
“Sounds…good.”
You aren’t really sure why you are wearing a fancy toga, nor why what you thought was a crass, sensual horse is suddenly very fixated on manners. But, as with all things, you roll with it. As you continue to your destination, you examine the clothing you are wearing. It’s a bit too fancy for your tastes. Especially the embroidery. Still, it’s not bad.
“Thanks for the clothes.”
Rarity smiles.
“You are quite welcome. Of course, I must admit that I hoped this would help us come to an arrangement, so it is not an entirely altruistic gift.”
An arrangement? Oh. You glance appreciatively at Rarity’s body. She is an odd mix of elegance and youthfulness, at least as far as magic horses go. Not to mention her long experience as Shewestia’s pet, she must know some interesting techniques.
“Actually, you might want to talk to Twilight, she’s setting up my schedule for those sorts of things. I’m not entirely sure about how much time I will have, but you’re welcome to it.”
Rarity looks surprised.
“Really? Well, I look forward to working with you then!”
What an odd way of putting it, though you suppose it is like work for pets.
You are Luna, and your sister had said something about a female anomaly. As you approach the creature from behind, you get an idea.
“Greetings.”
She turns, and gives you a nod.
“Hello, Princess.”
You draw up along side her.
“Tell me, do you have feelings for Anom?”
Her face immediately turns red.
“NO! I don’t have any- It’s his fault I’m stuck like this!”
Good.
“And does he have feelings for you?”
The female clutches a book to her oddly placed teats and looks away.
“Y-yes. A little.”
“Would you like to get revenge upon him?”
She looks at you with interest.
“What do you have in mind?”
You are Celestia, and you wish you could go back to when you thought Anom was a hot beast. Now, even when you do have a fleeting moment to yourself, he is usually accompanied by at least one mare. You swallow a bite of your dinner and look to your left. It seems he is being taught table manners. You pause to admire his clothes, it’s been a while since you have last seen that fashion.
“My compliments on the design, Rarity. It’s nice to see the old forms brought back.”
The little pony blushes at the praise.
“I’m glad you like it. But I really can’t take all the credit, Anom here is the one who has been evoking the Roaman style.”
You hear muttering from the nobles, and many a glance sent towards Anom’s attire. He senses the attention, and looks down the table with an eyebrow raised. The nobles discreetly turn away. It seems a trend is in the offing.
Then Luna and Chrysalis walk in and take their seats. An interesting combination, though the changeling seems profoundly uninterested in, well, almost everypony. For some reason, your sister smiles smugly at Anom throughout the meal. At the end, you dismiss the nobles to their duties, though you can sense a reluctance to their movements. It has been a while since such interesting guests have dined with you. When the last one leaves, Luna fixes her gaze on the hiyumin.
“Anom, witness your humiliation!”
With that, she pets Chrysalis’s mane.
…
Anom’s brow furrows.
“New train station?”
Luna scowls, and nuzzles Chrysalis’s cheek.
“Your humiliation! I have taken the last of your kind. Now she prefers only my touch!”
Chrysalis blushes at that, but doesn’t try to deny it. Perhaps it is her idea? You send a pulse to the empathic wards in the room. No, there isn’t any magical manipulation involved. Anom smiles.
“Congratulations, Chrysalis. I know it can be hard finding someone to date when you are a lesbian.”
Rarity looks at the female hiyumin in puzzlement.
“Are you sure that’s Chrysalis, Darling?”
You should probably step in at this point.
“I’m afraid it is her. Now, Chrysalis, this little charade will not exempt you from having to spend time with Anom.”
She nods.
“I know.”
Rarity looks at her with a critical eye.
“What an odd shape to choose. And those unsightly teats! Really, you should try to stay within the realm of the natural world. No wonder you were found out.”
Anom coughs.
“Those are, ah, within the normal range for hiyumins.”
Rarity raises her eyebrows.
“I see…”
Luna growls.
“It seems I shall have to speak plainly, Anom. I have cuckolded you, and even should you eventually continue your species, the only female of your kind will long for me the entire time!”
Anom blinks.
“Okay.”
Luna gets to her hooves.
“Okay? Surely, you are bothered by this. Your destined mate desires another, and I flaunt my hold upon her in your face.”
She licks Chrysalis’s cheek. Anom raises his eyebrows.
“Ah. I…dare you to do that again. I think you are just faking it.”
Rarity chokes on air. Luna scowls furiously.
“Disbelieve this!”
She turns toward a suddenly apprehensive changeling and kisses her passionately. Chrysalis makes muffled noises of protest, her hands ineffectively pushing at your sister’s face. Inflamed by the contact, Luna’s wings extend as she probes deeper into the hiyumin mouth. Rarity discreetly averts her eyes, though she glances from time to time. Anom rubs his chin in mock indecision.
“Yeah, seems fake.”
You should probably save Chrysalis. Luna growls, her hoof sliding up between Chrysalis’s legs. That is far enough, you think.
“My, what shocking impropriety.”
Luna breaks the kiss, glaring at you.
“You are hardly one to judge in such matters.”
Chrysalis gasps for breath, scooting back.
“You said light petting only! I didn’t agree to this!”
Luna turns a scowl on her co-conspirator.
“Don’t say such things, he’ll figure it out.”
Chrysalis rolls her eyes.
“He already figured it out. In fact, he’s getting off on this!”
Luna slowly turns to see Anom’s grinning face.
“Guilty.”
Rarity sighs.
“I don’t know why I keep expecting royalty to be sophisticated. I really should know better.”
Luna scrunches.
“But I cuckolded you!”
Anom shakes his head.
“Think about it this way. If I ever do have sex with her, I will be stealing a lesbian from a happy relationship and impregnating her. If anything, I am cuckolding you.”
Luna grinds her teeth, then teleports away with a loud thunderclap.
“Anom? Would you mind pretending to lose next time? I’d rather not have to retrieve courtiers from the moon.”
Anom frowns a little at that.
“Depends on the stakes. Still, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
You nod graciously.
“See that you do. Any plans for the evening?”
Anom tilts his head.
“…Do I have an appointment with you, then?”
Hmmm. A good question. With the Chrysalis situation being what it is, do you allow yourself some of his special attentions? Although…
“Yes, I would like to see you and Chrysalis in my chambers.”
Chrysalis doesn’t look happy with that. Rarity glances at you uncertainly.
“Well, I would rather not get in the way. I’m sure you have sensitive things to discuss.”
You can almost feel her curiosity.
“Don’t worry, my little pony, you wouldn’t be in the way. It might not be to your taste, but I won’t prevent you from being present.”
The fashionista gnaws on her lip.
“In that case…I think I shall accompany you.”
Anom raises an eyebrow, but shrugs. This may be interesting.
You are Rarity, and you find yourself following behind the Princess and Anom. You glance at Chrysalis. Such odd proportions. Still, perhaps you could do something, it’s so rare to design for a tall, narrow frame. Perhaps it could hang off the swell of her teats? She catches you looking.
“What.”
You meet her eyes, her rude tone sparking a slight sense of challenge within you.
“Do you know what this is about?”
She frowns, and you sense her irritability directed elsewhere.
“I have a vague suspicion. What about you?”
You think back to Twilight’s “horror” stories about Anom. You turn to stare ahead.
“I might, though I’m not sure why we’d be there.”
Celestia’s eye winks at you from over her shoulder. The room you end up in is tastefully, yet minimally decorated. You spy an elegant bookcase, partially full of scrolls. You recognize some of them, and are a little touched to see your reports so preserved. Your attention is drawn to Celestia. She’s whispering something in Anom’s ear. It would be an innocent act, but for the light blush of her cheeks. As an Element of Harmony, and as something of a friend, you’ve seen a wider range of emotions on the Royal Countenance than most. You get the distinct feeling that that range will be widened by the day’s end.
You are Celestia, and you feel as frisky as a young mare in her first spring awakening. It takes considerable effort to keep from pouncing on the young, virile hiyumin. Alas, you have to show how gentle and enticing he can be, perhaps another time you could give in to some of your more aggressive proclivities. You raise a forehoof from the ground, presenting it to Anom. Rarity bites her lip, recognizing the form.
You are Chrysalis, growing impatient. Hoofholding? Are you supposed to be jealous? Anom encircles the hoof in his claws, then slides them up the sides of the leg. You find yourself rubbing your arm without thinking. You shake your head and return your claw to your side. Anom continues, his claws plowing through Celestia’s chest fur and up her neck. You can see her sway, aborting a lunge that would have pressed him tightly between her and the floor. It can’t feel that good.
You find yourself studying her face, seeking some hint of artificiality. Then Anom nuzzles up from below her chin, and you feel a tightening in your chest. It’s like your amorevorous hunger, yet…not. You’ve nuzzled before, as other mares, how could this be different? You stretch out your senses, reassuring yourself that he still has some affections for y-
Why? Why does that matter? You clench your claws into fists. Nothing has made sense since you licked the damnable hiyumin.
You are Celestia, and the tension, the anticipation…
His cheek pushing past the underside of your chin. You feel your maternal instincts flare, both at war and in harmony with the fire in your veins. Anom's claws cup your cheeks.
“Who’s a good mistress?”
The question penetrates through the haze of lust in your mind. It’s one you’ve wrestled with in one form or another for centuries. If one finds ruling to be pleasant, does that make one a better or worse ruler? Does ponykind need a mi-
“You are!”
What!? Anom brings your face down to meet his eyes.
“You’re the best mistress I’ve ever had. I want to be your pet forever!”
This is amazing! You feel unjustifiably relieved, as though his sweet words removed all your regrets and uncertainties. You grin without holding anything back.
“Then I’m going to keep you forever. My little hiyumin.”
He hugs you then, his strong arms pressing you to his firm chest, your head resting contentedly on his shoulder. You awkwardly wrap a forelimb around him, exulting in how warm and right he feels against you. Then your eyes focus on Chrysalis, a look of deep longing in her eyes.
Oh. Your plan…worked.
You close your eyes, and breath deep Anom’s scent. You wish this could last longer. Sensing a change, Anom pulls back a little and strokes your cheek.
“Something wrong?”
You remove your forelimb, stepping slightly to the side. You smile as gently as you can at Chrysalis.
“Would you like to join us?”
Anom glances back, then holds out a claw invitingly to her. Chrysalis shifts uneasily.
You are Chrysalis, and it’s probably another trap. But you can see the regret in Celestia’s eyes. An old one, one you might be familiar with. To always be a watcher, never a participant. You take a hesitant step forward. Anom smiles at you, completely guileless. You glance down, and-
How? After all that, he doesn’t have boner! You take another step forward, eyes on the true danger. This has to be a trap. Anom speaks.
“It’s only cuddles.”
Celestia nods, stepping back. Anom glances at her, a little startled at her withdrawal, and you see her flinch, before smiling in a way that doesn’t reach her eyes.
No.
You step away from Anom and toward her. She stops, uncertain.
“I…you said I could join you. If I’m doing this, you’re c-cuddling too.”
She looks a little bewildered. Anom grins in understanding.
“Group hug!”
He pulls you both in with strong arms, smooshing the three of your faces together. Celestia hesitantly wraps a forelimb around each of you, and you soon reciprocate. It’s warm and cramped, but for the first time in a long time, you feel truly loved.
You are Anon, and you are incredibly proud of yourself. Not only have you somehow landed in a threesome, you haven’t said “Now kiss.” Chrysalis nudges Shewestia.
“You deal with his boners though.”
Shewestia lets out a low chuckle.
“Fair enough.”
Speak of the devil. Chryslalis squeaks and gives you some space. Even through the toga, it’s hard to miss when you are all pressed together like that.
“Sorry, but that was really sexy.”
Shewestia sighs dramatically.
“A mare’s work is never done.”
Then she ducks her head under your tunic, and-
Oh,
Oh yes~
You are Chrysalis, and you are glad you can’t see what she’s doing. He must like it though, because he is groaning and petting her neck.
…
You approach cautiously.
“What about me?”
He gives you a questioning glance.
“Aren’t you going to pet me?”
“Fffff…. Yes, c’mere.”
You offer your back to him, this may be one of the few chances for you to get petted safely. His claw slides under your yellow mane, then down your back, stopping just short of your flanks. You shudder at the stimulation. He stops.
“Not good?”
You glare at him over your shoulder, how dense can he be?
“Again!”
You try to tune out the sucking, slurping sounds and-
This time his claw tips lightly trace down your spine, setting your skin afire and your toes to curling. You let out a heated breath, unfamiliar stirrings rising in your body. You need more.
“Yes! Do that again!”
Anom groans, and doesn’t respond. What’s taking him-
You look over your shoulder to see he had shucked off his clothes and grabbed onto Celestia’s head by her horn. Her eyes rolled back into her head, he thrusts into her mouth again and again. Marecum splatters from her splayed legs. They look like they’re... enjoying themselves.
Messily. Is this…
You tap his shoulder. No response, he just thrusts one last time into her mouth. You can see her throat swallow a few times
…
“Have you impregnated her now?”
Anom lets go of her horn, gently stroking her mane as Celestia suckles a little longer. He turns to you and pats your shoulder.
“No, this is just for fun.”
Hmmm.
Celestia lifts her head, licking her lips with a smug expression. You can't help but wonder.
“Is it good?”
She tilts her head, considering.
“It’s different. I liked it, but I like a lot of…different things. Would you like to try?”
You eye the softening member.
“No, no thank you. Just, ah, curious.”
Celestia grins.
“More for me then.”
You are Rarity, and you’ve worked hard to achieve the poise and sophistication to mingle in higher circles.
“Oh, “
hah,
” yes.”
All that work, and it is through your connection to Twilight that you find yourself at the very peak of high society.
“Unf, so lewd darling.”
Of course, it has always been about who you know. Ironically, getting to know the princesses as you have has desensitized you to crass things.
“Now grab her horn again, good.”
Some habits are harder to break; your exhortations have been in a whisper this entire time. Similarly, you are only gently stroking your marehood. From time to time, Celestia catches your eye and winks…not with her eye. You have some inkling as to why you are here.
“You really are a thirsty mare, aren’t you?”
Other ponies look upon her with fear and or awe. She’s made sure you can never see her that way. No, you fully understand that you are masturbating to an older mare still wild at heart, having a great deal of fun pleasuring a male.
“Darling, would you kindly fill her up? Mmmm good.”
Abandoning any pretense of sophistication, you ride your hoof to culmination, your eyes rolling back in your head.
You are Anon, and even with Chrysalis staying behind, the sky chariot is a bit cramped. You find yourself gently pinned between the wall and Shewestia’s side.
…
“So, I was talking to a horse, and he implied that your title is not Finest Ass.”
Rarity raises her eyebrows.
“You were talking to male horse?”
"Yes?”
“Ah, never mind.”
Twilight coughs.
“Well, they were right. Shewestia, Wuna, and I are Princesses. “
Shewestia ruffles her wings primly.
“I, for one, accept the title you have given me. Tell me, though, is the hierarchy in your culture truly determined by the quality of one’s rump?”
“I thought that was you guys. Humans have the usual thing of money, political power, etc.”
Rarity glances at Shewestia’s flank.
“An easy mistake to make, I think.”
Shewestia smiles at that. Luna frowns.
“Then you don’t think my rear is one of the finest?”
You tilt your head to get a better look.
“Well, it’s quite good. Rather shapely.”
Luna turns away.
“Hm. Very well then.”
Shewestia shifts pensively.
“So, you were owned by the rich and powerful ponies. Were they kind to you?”
“Ponies? I wasn’t owned by anyone, I just had a normal job. It wasn’t until I got here that I became a pet.”
She looks rather distraught.
“I didn’t mean t- You are a free human, you don’t have to serve me-“
You chuckle and stroke her back comfortingly.
“I don’t mind, my life has been much happier since I came here. Besides, even with Rarity and I as your pets, you have too much stress. I like helping you relieve it.”
Rarity coughs.
“Pets? Not that I would mind, ah, rather I believe you are wrong again. I am not a pet.”
Huh. Shewestia chews her lip.
“…You wouldn’t mind…?”
Twilight clears her throat.
“Anom, would it be accurate to say that you think we have some sort of master-slave tradition in Equestria, while your homeworld doesn’t have such a thing?”
Well, some history aside,
“Yup.”
She sighs.
“We don’t have masters and slaves either.”
"Oh.”
Well,
You pat Shewestia’s back.
“I guess I’ll just be your consort or whatever.”
Luna snorts.
“We’re here.”
You are Luna, you’ve let yourself be flattered, and it’s biased your judgement. You try to view the matter dispassionately. Anom doesn’t belong here, yet he has wormed his way into your sister’s good graces. His dreams of late are considerably more gentle than before. You wonder if that is a function of living as a sentient being rather than a test subject, or if the staggering amount of female attention has mellowed him.
Part of your resentment, you think, is because he is attractive in some base, animalistic way. You are mildly tempted to just toss him in the upward flowing stream and be done with it. Meanwhile, Twilight Sparkle seems to have concluded her analytic spellwork. You approach.
“Any insight?”
She looks a little queasy.
“It’s a mess, and not one I’ll be untangling soon. It’s, ugh, I have seen at least two parts of it before. It shares some of the wavelengths of Pinkie Pie at rest, and Discord when he’s reversing the laws of nature. There’s more too, but, well, with those two components I doubt I’ll get much further. This phenomenon doesn’t want to be understood.”
You sigh, having expected something like this.
“Is it dangerous to go through either end?”
Twilight frowns.
“I’m not sure, but even testing it, I would avoid going against the current if at all possible.”
“I see. Thank you, Twilight.”
She nods distractedly, and returns to her monitoring spells. You turn to where your sister, Generosity, and the Anomaly are sorting through the pile of stones and hiyuman artifacts. The Anomaly looks up at your approach. He hefts a crumpled boot with a wry smile.
"Brobably not going to be hanythig useful here, just a lot of boods and molby clothes."
What an unfortunate accent. You grab the boot with your magic, turning it idly.
"Would it fit?"
He makes a nonplussed expression.
"I'm not stigging my food in some old bood."
You roll your eyes.
"It shouldn't be difficult to find out. Now hold still."
You press your magic outward inside the boot, until it might actually hold a hiyuman foot. Then you wrap magic around his foot, trying to get a sense of-
The Anomaly makes a strangled cry, his leg twitching. You cut off your magic immediately, worry and a hint of guilt stirring in your gut.
"Did I injure you?"
He gives you a shaky smile .
"Nah, it just tickled."
Then his eyes widen as he realizes what he said. You grin, horn glowing with a dread light.
You are Celestia, and at least Luna's getting some stress relief. You tune out Anom's yelps and laughter, and turn towards the only one excited by the artifacts.
"Such unusual fabrics! Come, look at the pattern in this soft boot!"
You settle by Rarity and examine her find.
"Hmm, rather geometric."
She looks at you, her eyes sparkling with the joy of discovery. What a cute little pony.
"Indeed, but what is more impressive is the regularity of the pattern across a curved surface! It's not painted or embroidered, but a dye set in fine lines with no blotching or bleeding. If I could just rediscover the method..."
She shivers in place, her mind exulting in the possibilities. Just then a finger trails across your flank. You surge halfway to your hooves in surprise, turning to find Anom looking at you pleadingly.
"H-help me."
Luna laughs triumphantly behind him.
"Yes! Vengeance is mine! Writhe more, worm!"
Blue magic flickers about Anom's feet, and he twitches and gasps, tears falling from his eyes.
"LUNA!"
Your voice snaps like a whip, startling her out of her melodramatics. Her magic fades, and she looks at you inquisitively.
"Something the matter, dear sister?"
Anom rests a weary head against your leg, the small act bringing a bittersweet warmth to your heart.
"I know you and Anom have a..."
"Vendetta?" She helpfully supplies.
"Complicated relationship. But what did you hope to accomplish by torture, especially in my presence?"
Luna's ears slowly flatten against her head. Anom hefts an arm over your withers and stands with your support. You wrap a wing around him. He coughs.
"It wasn't really torture, exactly. She just got over excited and tickled for too long."
You look him full in the face, searching his eyes for... something. He pats your head fondly. Why does that feel so good? Like you have accomplished something amazing?
"Very well."
Turning to your sister, you sigh.
"And you will be more careful?"
Luna nods with mock solemnity.
"Indeed, I shall endeavor to tickle your consort in a more gentle and circumspect manner."
That is, behind your back, and perhaps not as long. This is your lot as older sister, you suppose.
"Are we about done here, then? Rarity?"
"Hm? Oh, yes, pardon me, let me just gather a few things and we can be off."
A veritable flock of boots float towards the chariot, and you find yourself charmed once again.
You are Chrysalis, and it's warm on the tower top. You turn the page of the book, warmed in a different way. Such tumultuous affairs these ponies record. A low buzzing approaches, then falls silent. You wait, your eyes focused on the extended metaphor you are choosing to interpret as oviposition. You suspect this is the appeal of the style, to insert whatever lewd act you desire in the soft belly of the poetry. You ignore the soft scraping behind you, stretching out an idle hand to play in the breeze. A faint green mist flows from your fingers down to a waiting mouth. The pressure that had been building up inside you seeps away, leaving a certain languid contentment. The last of the carrier drones crawls back down the outer wall, returning to its hivemates in the forest. The necessary deceit over, you close your book and gaze at a speck high in the sky. It seems your... bosom companions are returning from their little expedition. Time to retreat to Celestia's quarters.
You are Anon, king of the boot hill. On your insistence, no less than three ponies are holding you solidly on top of the pile. Celestia insists it's not necessary, and Luna had a few things to say about what a frightened little colt you are being. Doesn't matter, flying in an open chariot car is scary, let alone on top of a pile of old boots.
It's almost enough to distract you from brooding about the portal geode things. You honestly don't remember how you got to Equestria, and the scenery on the other side of the portals doesn't look familiar. In fact, it all seems to go to the middle of nowhere. There would be a very real possibility that you wouldn't be able to find your way back, even if you did make it to civilization. Not to mention that you aren't too keen on human governments getting wind of this horse paradise somehow.
So, you are going to stay here. The next question is, what are you going to do? You are probably the consort of a princess, which brings certain duties. Fun ones, but not really time consuming ones. Maybe you should learn how to massage a horse? You do want to take this seriously, clearly these mares need more happiness in their lives, and you seem to be good at providing it. Eh, if nothing else, you can try to write a book.
When you finally land, you hop eagerly to the stones of the landing. Celestia giggles.
"You really are too cute sometimes."
Luna snorts.
"I have been awake too long to be dealing with this. Good day, Sister, Rarity, Anomaly."
With that, she teleports away. Celestia sighs. You turn to her, petting her neck comfortingly. She gives you a slightly sad smile.
"I'm afraid I must go preside over day court. Until then, Anon, Rarity, Twilight."
She plants a quick, chaste kiss on your cheek .
"Until then, Finest Ass."
She swats your butt with a wing and walks away, a noticeable sway to her hips. The two unicorns and you watch, transfixed by the sight. Rarity clears her throat.
"Well, this has been quite the enjoyable morning, I must say. If you'll excuse me, I have a great many things to study."
And then there were two. Twilight fusses with her clipboard, a noticeable blush on her cheeks. Taking the hint, you walk over and place a hand on her withers.
"I do believe it is your turn, Ms. Sparkle. The last two times, we were interrupted, and/or rather hurried. How about we take it slow, this time?"
She meets your eyes, a demure smile on her face.
"I would like that."
You are Chrysalis, rooting through Celestia's dresser. There probably won't be a diary, but there may be something interesting mixed in with the skirts and cloaks. You find a drawer full of towels, and in the back...
Your claws brush against something rubbery and round. You retrieve the item, bringing it to the light of a window.
...
Did...
Did Celestia take pity on you, and magically disconnect the hiyuman's cock? For a brief moment, you feel a surge of gratitude nearly stronger than any feeling you have felt previously. But the thing in your claws doesn't feel properly fleshy, for all that it is shaped just like that sinister limb.
...
You press the tip of it to your lips, letting them part to take in its girth. At once your nose is filled with Celestia's distinct scent, traces of her past pleasures dancing on your tongue.
Delicious.
You suckle on the toy, draining the emotional residue. Almost instinctively, your spare claw goes to your teats, grabbing and squeezing at them. Your hips surge, bucking at air as you drain the past dregs of Celestia's lust from the false fleshrod. You pull the cock from your mouth, licking your lips. Still, you feel unaccountably hot and wet.
The body is unfamiliar, but the urges and the desires are as old as time. Your heart beats in your throat as you bring the head of the toy to your folds. A quick look around confirms that the door is closed. You ease yourself onto your back, and push the rubbery cock into your slit. You let out a hiss, back arching as pleasure blooms from your loins. Your legs clench around your hand, inadvertently pushing the dildo deeper. A lightning bolt of pleasure flashes up your spine, wracking your body with an agony of ecstasy. You moan helplessly, hips bucking instinctively.
"You alrighd in there?"
Your blood runs cold. You turn to look at Anom. He stands in the doorway, hair mussed, face red, eyes wide. Most importantly, his robes have an odd protrusion at waist level. You draw up into a sitting position, covering your marehood with your hands. You glare at him.
"I'm fine. And don't think this gives you permission!"
He takes a step back, visibly confused.
"Why would it?"
You yank the toy from your nethers, brandishing it at him.
"Don't play coy, you know your master made this to tempt me!"
He just stares.
"That's my dick."
You roll your eyes.
"Obviously. And just because I'm using it to masturbate doesn't mean you can stick the real thing in me."
He nods seriously.
"I agree."
You feel a bit of tension leave your body.
...
"Good."
Anom looks at the ground, then at you.
"Mind if I watch?"
You frown. As if you could trust him, when it leaves you so helpless.
...
Perhaps you can't trust him too far, but,
"Only if Celestia is there too. Now leave, I have more to do."
He bows mockingly.
"As you wish."
Anom closes the door, and you hear his footsteps trail off in the distance. After several more long moments of waiting in silence, you bring the toy to your moist entrance. You keep your eyes on the door, heart beating unaccountably quickly at the thought that he might come back, or perhaps it would be Celestia who intrudes on you. You start again, hoping and hoping not.
You are Celestia, in your mid-afternoon. Day Court was as it always was, partially making a difference in the lives of your little ponies, partially dealing with the bickering and maneuvering of the rich and elite. Quite frankly, you are tired and in need of soothing. Now where is your dear consort...
You cast a simple directional scrying spell, and set off. As you get closer, you realize you are heading towards Rarity's workshop. You don't want to intrude, however... You check the schedule. No, it is your turn to have Anom. When you arrive, you knock on the door.
"Come in~"
You enter to find Anom standing, clad in a pair of short shorts and a midriff-baring tank top. He is also obviously dissatisfied with it. Rarity turns to you and waves a hoof at him.
"What do you think, Darling? Too much? Too little?"
You tilt your head, considering. He crosses his arms, lifting an eyebrow. You grin.
"Oh, too much, definitely. Maybe if you could cut it off to here and here,"
Your magic lights up lines on the shorts following the curve of his hip down to the tantalizing bulge between his legs.
"And the shirt could be tighter."
Anom sighs.
"I don't mind dressing sexily for you, but can I at least have some comfortable, normal clothes?"
Rarity gazes up at you with her pretty blue eyes.
"Can you believe he even wants to cover his arms and legs in sleeves?"
You tilt your head, trying to imagine it.
"Wouldn't that make it harder to move? Not to mention always having it brush against your skin all the time, that would be so distracting."
Anom kneels before you, clasping his claws together pleadingly.
"Trust me on this, please."
You lean down and nuzzle against his cheek.
"Of course, dearest."
Rarity sighs.
"Very well. I shall have the first set ready by morning."
You smile at her.
"I'll be looking forward to it. Come along, Anom. I do believe it is my turn with you."
You sigh happily, sprawled on the carpet of your room. Anom kneels at your side, massaging the muscles of your left wing. You just melt, swaying gently with his ministrations.
"You know, Chrysalis found the oddest thing today."
You loll your head to the side.
"Oh? What was it?"
Anom finishes your wing and straddles your back. His warm, firm weight is somehow calming, and ever so slightly erotic.
"A replica of my cock. I wonder how that came to be?"
You give him an innocent look.
"That is a mystery."
He smirks, his knuckles digging into a knot in your withers. You groan at the pain and pleasure as your muscles relax under his hands.
"Equally mysteriously, she was using it rather thoroughly in your room."
You raise your eyebrows.
"I thought she was afraid of such things."
He shrugs.
"Maybe not if she is in control of the movement."
You consider how you might do that, your tail lashing back and forth. You spend a few more moments soaking up Anom's sweet attentions before the heat in your nethers becomes unbearable. You surge to your hooves, steadying Anom on your back with your magic. He squawks rather cutely. You trot towards the bed.
"Why don't I thank you for that massage?"
He leans forward, wrapping his arms around your neck, breath hot on your ear.
"Oh? And what do you have in mind?"
It feels too good, surely he was made to please mares. You let your magic play across his body as you set him down on the mattress.
"I'm sure I'll think of something fun we can do on the bed."
Pomf.
You are Rarity, trying not to fidget during dinner. Celestia agreed to meet afterwards, but in the meantime she has been sending you the occasional knowing, almost smug glance. It is maddening. Not to mention a distinctly...Anomalous scent lingering about her and your dear friend Twilight. It is so completely at odds with the decorum with which Celestia and Anom are conducting themselves.
You are a little proud of the latter, Anom is taking rather well to your lessons. Unbidden, the memory of Anom ravaging Celestia's mouth comes to mind. You sneak a look once more at the perfectly dignified princess. It's all just so... scandalous. You love it.
The two of you stand on a balcony overlooking the gardens as the sun sets. You draw a small bouquet from a satchel and present it to Celestia. Her eyes flicker across the selection. Calla Lily, for her magnificent beauty.
Begonia, her fanciful nature.
Hellebore, a scandal.
Snapdragon, your presumption.
Ivy geranium, a request to join her for the next dance.
She smiles, tucking it behind one ear.
"I'd be glad to, Lady Rarity."
Your heart thunders in your chest as you approach her. She kneels, her head drawing level with yours. You spend a long moment admiring her face from up close, from the elegant curves of her cheekbones to her luminous eyes. Then you lean forward and press your lips to hers. Your magic cups her head as your kisses become more passionate, and she responds in kind. Her mouth is sweet to your taste, her tongue sliding and coiling around your own. All too soon, she breaks the kiss, leaving you panting. For her part, her cheeks are fetchingly pink. Celestia grins at you, her eyes bright.
"That is what fascinated me about you from the start, how you mix decorum and audacity so well."
You lift your chin, feigning offense.
"Audacious? Moi? Perish the thought, I assure you that I merely identify my proper place in society and move to occupy it."
She giggles.
"Of course, how could I have thought otherwise? Tell me, what will you do now that you occupy your proper place?"
"My duty, of course."
You boop her nose with your magic.
"That is to say, I shall discover everything I can about you, get to know you inside and out, and use that knowledge to make us both as happy as possible."
Celestia blushes in earnest at your proclamation.
"I'd like that, Rarity."
You are Chrysalis, and in retrospect, you probably shouldn't have left the toy out on the dresser. Now you are standing around, waiting for Celestia to retire for the evening. The hiyuman waits opposite you, sitting on some cushions. He tries to hide it, but you taste his desire. It would be pitiful how easy he is to read, if he was not so dangerous to you.
"So, how was your day?"
You shift your weight from one leg to the other. Bipedal forms are always so awkward.
"Acceptable."
He nods, but you get a whiff of disappointment. You aren't used to accepting food as yourself. There is no pattern, no habits to fill in. You'll have to improvise.
"And how was your day?"
He blinks in surprise.
"It was..."
Anom rubs his face.
"Busy, but good. I think I'm going to like the new routine Twilight set up."
You taste flickers of desire and satisfaction. If only you could have replaced him, what love you could have eaten. Still, it is not as if you are going hungry, and you really only have to worry about one person being a danger. Your eyes flicker to the toy once more. Even after using it thoroughly, you are still fascinated by it. Such a simple shape, but the pleasure it provides...
You rub your thighs together at the memory. You feel a spike of lust, and quickly turn your gaze back towards the hiyuman. He blushes.
"I'm looking forward to tonight as well."
Oh yes, you did say he could watch.
"Good. Remember, always sate yourself with Celestia."
He grins.
"Like I could forget."
Reassuringly, you can sense his lust is muffled, not directed at you. You pause. You taste something sweet coming. The door opens, Celestia and Rarity walking side by side. Celestia looks at you and the hiyuman, then at her newest paramour.
"Rarity, to what extent would you say you want to join in?"
The unicorn eyes her options, and you can taste her curiosity.
"Far be it from me, to decline any new experiences."
Anom chuckles.
"As expected of Celestia's most favored pet."
Rarity blushes.
"I believe we shall have to compete for that title, darling."
Celestia's horn lights up, levitating the purple maned mare onto the bed, ignoring her yelp and protests.
"Then let's begin, my lovely little pony."
Rarity's fussing turns to cooing as the princess laps at her marehood. Anom walks closer to you.
"Looks fun, how about it?"
You lift an eyebrow at him.
"I believe Celestia is rather monopolizing Rarity at the moment."
He rolls his eyes.
"I meant, how about I go down on you? Or you could sit on my face, if that makes you more comfortable."
You stare at him.
"Sit... on your face?"
He nods.
"That way, you can get up whenever you want, and I make you feel good with my mouth."
You like the sound of having an escape option.
"Very well."
Anom shucks off his clothes and hops onto the bed. You approach cautiously as he lies down, his head near the foot of the bed. Lust wafts from him, laced with sweet affection. You can feel your body respond instinctively, growing warmer and wetter. You climb up, your knees on either side of his shoulders as you kneel over him. You feel vulnerable, even though you can plainly see he lacks the range of mobility to do any damage with his erection. You lower your pelvis slowly, until encounter soft, fleshy resistance. He kisses your sex.
"Ah!"
You can feel him hum in amusement. You'd be angrier, but whatever he is doing is making it hard to feel anything but pleasure. Your eyes drift close as you press yourself into his tender ministrations, losing yourself in the sensation. His chest is firm and warm under your hands, reassuring in some way. You lean forward, drawn by instinct and by scent.
There is a delicious reservoir of love before you. You lap at its warm, sweet waters, though only drops make it past your tongue. Anom moans beneath you, and you open your eyes. You stare at his balls in confusion. You look a little further down, to find his cock in your mouth. You blink, and in that momentary darkness, you can sense that reservoir again, so close, but so maddeningly far. Your mind is thick with lust, both your own and Anom's. You don't even have to think about it, you suck greedily at his stamen, your tongue politely and insistently petitioning for his nectar.
You grind against his face, your arousal coating his mouth and chin. With a muffled groan, he opens the floodgates. Your mouth is filled with his cum, his lust, his love. You swallow again and again, almost drowning in his essence. Love and power suffuses your being, performing an unknown alchemy on the hiyuman seed you have swallowed. Your form burns away in a green flame. Your wings buzz in happiness.
You are back!
Anom's dick falls from your open mouth, and you leap onto the floor. You gaze at yourself in the mirror, eyes wide. It's your old, familiar body, with every hole and antenna just as you remembered.
"Huh, so that's what you normally look like."
You turn to face the hiyuman, bracing yourself. He just smiles.
"You look pretty cool, Chrysalis."
You can taste the sincerity, as well as Celestia's and Rarity's wariness.
...
"Thank you."
You smile a little, feeling safer than you have in days. You have your magic back, you have control of your form, you have a steady supply of food and a secure nes-
Oh.
You turn to Celestia, feeling more full than you have in years.
"Do you have a room where I can lay our eggs?"
Celestia blinks, then breathes a sigh of relief.
"How does the treasury sound?"
Deep in the castle, accessible by only her most trusted subjects.
"I'll need the key..."
Celestia smiles wryly.
"I think I can arrange that."
~
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm glad to hear you are doing alright, and I miss you too. Oh, and tell Terra Incognita sorry for me. If this is what it was like getting tickled by someone older and stronger than you so often, well, I'd probably still have tickled her, just less. Luna is pretty nice aside from that, so I won't hold it against her.
Your son,
Anonymous
P.S.: When we do speak again, I'm going to have the weirdest accent. Hopefully there won't be too much lost in translation.
You are Rarity, and it seems everypony is coming down from the private little show.You leave the damp spot on the carpet behind, and slip into a lull of the conversation.
“Pardon me, but I must to bed. It’s been a pleasure, Princess, Anom, Chrysalis.”
Celestia turns to the odd pair of hiyumans.
“Of course, excuse me, I’d like to talk with her a bit, I’ll be right back.”
Anom smiles and gives you a little wave.
“Goodnight, Rarity.”
Chrysalis gives you a curt nod, which is honestly more than you were expecting. Celestia joins you, and you walk out. She manages a sheepish expression.
“Sorry for not including you earlier.”
You smile graciously.
“I could tell you had your hooves full, and I dare say I did as well before too long.”
She glances at your wet forehoof, and nods.
…
“I’ve hardly been there for him. What does it mean that I’m the best mistress he’s ever had?”
Hmmm.
“Perhaps…the previous ones were more jealous? Or aloof? Or harsh? Perhaps he just prefers ponies? Really, as long as he is happy with you, I wouldn’t worry too much.”
Celestia shakes her head.
“I still feel as though I’m taking advantage of him. I find it hard to believe that ponies in another world would so completely condition him to accept a life of sexual predation.”
…
“Has he said as much? Perhaps it was merely a job he chose.”
She pauses.
“Perhaps.”
She shakes her head with a sigh. Perhaps you should change the subject somewhat.
“Ah, what did you think of his attire?”
Celestia turns an unreadable look on you.
“It was very… political.”
You might have been a bit too clever for your own good.
“I loved it.”
She gives you a warm smile as you sigh in relief.
“We’ll have to have him wear it for Luna sometime. Perhaps the court will also tailor themselves a bit more for her. You may very well have no few customers by week’s end.”
While that is good, both for Luna and yourself, you are a bit more glad that Celestia truly liked it, rather than complimented your work for political reasons. That reminds you…
“Speaking of the court, has anypony dared address you by Finest Ass yet?”
Celestia giggles behind a raised hoof.
“No, not yet. Though I have noticed more gazes straying than usual.”
You nod.
“You know, he once said I had a good ass.”
She pauses, and you take a few steps forward, deliberately swaying your flanks.
“He’s not wrong.”
She trots up beside you, and you feel oddly pleased.
“That means a lot, coming from the Finest Ass.”
Celestia smiles at that, but her eyes go distant.
“Do you think…that’s how they sorted their hierarchy?”
It takes a moment for you to understand what she means.
“That seems really arbitrary.”
“From a society with either professional or indoctrinated pleasure servants for ponies? I know there have been times when the nobility have tended towards reckless hedonism. I have often wondered what would happen to my little ponies, had I not been there.”
“I am sure that the truth about his home is much stranger than what we have guessed. We really should ask him about it before going too far with our assumptions.”
You find yourself at the doors to your chambers.
“Thank you for walking me to my room, Celestia. It’s been a pleasure talking with you.”
Celestia nods.
“For me as well, you have given me much to think about.”
Perhaps it was how comfortable you feel around her, or maybe what she let you see before. Either way, the words leave your mouth with nary a thought.
“Were you a stallion, this would be when you lean in for a goodnight kiss. As it is though, I’m-“
She darts her head forward, kissing you gently on the cheek, lingering for the briefest of moments.
“Goodnight Rarity.”
Your heart thunders in your ears and you stare in shock as she sashays away. You fall back onto your rear, a hoof almost touching your face. Did she-
You hadn’t ever considered, not for yourself-
Do you even-
You whisper,
“Good night, indeed.”
It would seem you have much to think about this night as well.
In time, you lay in between the sheets, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. A knock sounds at the door, and you move to answer it. Twilight stands outside, several clipboards floating around her, along with quills and bottles of ink.
“Can I help you darling?”
Twilight gives you her “new project” smile.
“Nope, I got this one well in hoof. I was just wondering, do you want to be on Anom’s schedule as well, and if so, daily or weekly?”
You suppose it is time his education got a bit more structured, perhaps with some regular cultural exchanges. To that end…
“Daily, please.”
Twilight raises an eyebrow, then shrugs.
“Thank you. With that, I think I may be almost done… we’ll be meeting in my room after breakfast tomorrow.”
“I shall be there. And Twilight?”
“Yes?”
"Make sure that you get some rest. No schedule is worth your beauty sleep, darling.”
Twilight tilts her head.
“I can think of a few…but don’t worry, Rarity. I’ll be fine.”
“Very well. Goodnight, Twilight.”
“Goodnight Rarity.”
When you climb back into bed, you feel a bit more sleepy. What a day, what a night.
You are Spike, dragon of the house. It was touch and go for a while there, but then everypony came back and now you only have to do minor things around the library and keep an eye on Sweetie Bell. Rarity trusted you with this important, perilous task, and you just know she’s noticed how you’ve grown in the past year or so. You have an extra dorsal spine, and you are a cubit longer! You feel like you are entering in a new era of Spikedom.
It’s not even that hard for you to take care of Sweetie Bell anymore. She really respects your newfound maturity, and spends all day reading some books Twilight never let you organize or read.
“They’re only for mares, Spike. I’m sure you wouldn’t like them.”
You sneak a look every once in a while. Seems like normal stories as far as you can tell. Still, you wish Twilight and Rarity would come back soon. You hear a crash in the library. You sigh and grab a brush and dustpan.
You are Luna, projecting. Astrally, that is. Sometimes you spend hours in the night sky, shining down on the great sphere of your home. The moon is almost nonexistent in your mind. You’ve moved it so often, lived on its surface for longer than most minds can comprehend. You are aware you haven’t been acting the most sensibly these past few days. It was not so long ago that you warned your sister against bestiality for the last time. The creature has occupied Celestia’s attention far too much, and you must admit you are not immune to the pull.
It’s so strange, so friendly, so unpredictable. It falls to you to do what must be done. You bring your mind’s form to the shadows of the Everfree. Beasts and wisps scatter before your translucent hoofsteps. It is all too tempting to cut down the trees, hunt the aberrant, and smooth over the one rough spot in a world of order. Celestia disagrees.
For your part, you have noticed a troubling phenomenon. For every acre diminished, the magic within increases. Poison joke was once a rare herb, but now it grows in thick patches. Basilisks now venture out into the outer fringes of the forest. What you look for this night isn’t in the exact center, that’s not how this place works. You follow a river flowing upstream, as it rises in a double helix up a cliff-side, and into a roiling lake. At the shallowest end, a cracked geode half glows a deep blue as it drinks the water. A few strides away lies the other half, glowing a bright red, on top of a pile of strange artifacts. One of them looks like a boot, if it was fitted for a dragon’s claw. Or perhaps a hiyumin’s.
You are Chrysalis, and you are sitting on a cushion and waiting. Anom is perfectly relaxed on the bed. And why wouldn’t he be relaxed? He has nothing to fear. His body was made to penetrate. Of course, yours might be made to accept, but you have seen Changeling thoraxes ruptured. They dropped the guise in a panic when their partner grew too amorous, just in time for a penis to punch through the fragile rear joint in the carapace. You are reasonably sure you will never return to your original form, but even so, your body may be getting acclimated to the toxic biochemistry of the hiyumin species.
It would be just your luck if you died just as you supped deep of unfiltered love. Celestia returns soon enough. She glances at you, then nods in understanding. She climbs up beside the Love Nexus and nuzzles against his neck, a foreleg draped across his chest. He murmurs something, and you feel a brief stab of jealousy. What an odd thing to feel. Nevertheless, you climb in after her, taking his other side. You are taking a gambit here.
“Do not have sex with me. Especially while I am asleep.”
Anom nods, put a bit off balance by the command. Satisfied, you lay down on your side, turning your back to him. He pats your hip fondly, then leaves his hand there.
…
The night is still, but sharp. You try to rest, but every little motion moves his hand on you. At last, you gingerly lift his arm and return it to his side. Better…if colder.
You are Anon, and as you wake, your arms tingle. No, scratch that, they are still asleep, pins and needles everywhere. You tug a bit at your right arm, but it is under who knows how many pounds of magic horse. Your left one-
You would appreciate having a handful of ass more, but you can’t feel too much. Still, can’t pass this up. You give Chrysalis a gentle squeeze before sliding slowly out from under her. Feeling returns with agonizing slowness, and you work with a half-numb arm to free your other. Shewestia snorts in her sleep, but doesn’t stir. Using your formidable stealth skills, you crawl out of bed without waking either, uh, lady? Girlfriend? Alien?
At any rate, you stalk out into the early morning palace, sunlight wobbling only slightly through the windows. It’s nice, being up an about while everyone else is asleep. Occasionally, you see a changing of the guard, but there are few others roaming the halls. You meander down to the kitchen, your stomach waking up early as well. Now, where was it?
A few turns, and some helpful directions from a guard later, you open the door to the kitchen. And an… intimate scene. You freeze, they freeze, and you slowly close the door.
Well, okay. Now what?
The door opens, and a maid speedwalks away, her face red. The cook pokes his head out, nodding to you sheepishly.
“Can I, ah, help you with something?”
You feel a bit bad about interrupting, but,
“Breakfast please? Er, pancakes or whatever’s quickest.”
He nods again, and closes the door. You look around the hallway. Is there a chair, or-
The cook opens the door again.
“Would you like to wait inside? I mean, I could bring it to the dining hall, but you seem hungry…”
“Oh, yes, I’ll wait inside. Thanks.”
He gives a small smile, then holds the door open for you. It’s kinda awkward, just standing there, watching a horse make pancakes. He feels it too.
“Soooo… Celestia, huh?”
You shrug.
“Pretty much. Was that your girlfriend, or…”
“Gir-oh, marefriend. Yeah, we’ve been going steady for a while now. Er, sorry about earlier, nopony’s usually up this early.”
“It’s alright. Sorry for intruding, actually.”
He gives you a half-smile, then turns back to the griddle.
You are half done with your third pancake when he gathers his courage to speak again.
“So are you her coltfriend, or consort, or…nevermind, none of my business.”
Hmmm.
“I’m not entirely sure. We haven’t really talked about it.”
The cook horse shakes his head.
“Well, for what it’s worth, this is the happiest I’ve seen her in years. Keep doing what you are doing, I guess.”
You feel rather flattered.
“Thanks, I’ll do my best.”
He nods.
…
…
“Do you really call her Finest Ass? I heard it from a friend, but there’s no way…”
You are a little confused.
“It’s her title, isn’t it?”
The cook slowly shifts his weight onto his hind legs.
“Fortune favors the bold, I guess.”
You are about to question him some more, but the morning shift of cooks show up, and you quickly get out of their way.
You are Chrysalis, miraculously alive. You wake up to a change in the breathing next to you. You lay on your back, letting your senses catch up to your sudden consciousness. Oh yes, you remember your foolish gamble last night. Maybe not so foolish, you aren’t dead yet. Anon shifts slightly, his bare skin brushing against your shoulder. You feel warm, almost too warm. Then Anom shifts the other way and you are suddenly very aware of the fact that you are laying on his arm. You feign sleep, hoping he remains significantly distracted by Celestia. He grabs your butt.
You freeze in terror and something else. You know what will happen, but part of you keeps you still and silent, hoping that he doesn’t penetrate you, perhaps fatally. Yes, that is what keeps you from running away, that hope. Definitely. His arm slides out from under you, and-
You hear some low grunting as the bed jostles. Of course, Celestia! You feel a wave of relief flow through you, leaving only a slightly bitter aftertaste for some reason. After a surprisingly short time of having his way with her, Anom leaves the room. You sag into the mattress boneless, the danger passed.
“Better you than me, Princess.”
She doesn’t respond.
…
You slowly crawl over.
You can’t believe it. Somehow, she slept through all of –that-
…
You set yourself down gently in his place. His scent is all around you, a not entirely unpleasant experience. You stroke Celestia’s neck. It feels so strange, stroking what was once your mortal enemy. The cold remnants of your heart stir a little. Then she rolls on top of you, rubbing her cheek against yours.
“Ready for another round, are you? I know I am.”
Words die in your throat as you feel her feverish marehood slide up and down your leg. She’s-
It’s too-
"Ah. Um.”
Celestia pauses, her nose nuzzling your neck.
“Yes?”
"I’m not Anom.”
Celestia pulls back slowly. When she sees your face, hers turns beet red.
“Sorry, I thought- smell just-“
She scrambles off. You find yourself smiling for some reason.
“My leg is very flattered, though.”
You’ve seen Celestia struck down by your magic. You’ve seen her suspended and helpless in a cocoon. You think you prefer her like this, head buried in a pillow, moaning in deep embarrassment. You pat her shoulder consolingly.
“It’s okay, I’m sure you don’t rape ponies most of the time.”
“Mvrph!”
“Please, you get off on forcing me to lick Anom.”
…
“I pity the guards, I can only imagine what you put them through for your sick amusement. How many young stallions have touched each other to sate your sexual appetite?”
Celestia lifts her head glares at you.
“None. I cannot deny I have some…interest in your punishment, but it is still a good precaution in this situation. Now, shall we leave this topic, and get some breakfast?”
"You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To just ignore all those lustful motives for your actions.”
She draws herself up, reclaiming some lost dignity.
“Awfully bold for one who claims she doesn’t want sex, yet rolls in the scent of a male. Oh, and you’re wet too.”
You look down at your traitorous flower.
…
You don’t really want…
You huff.
“Whatever. I’m having Twilight witness today’s lick.”
Celestia snorts.
“Fine by me.”
…
You aren’t going to say it. She seems similarly stubborn.
…
Her stomach growls.
"Hah! Anot-“
Your stomach growls.
…
“Food?”
Yes.”
You are Twilight Sparkle, and you feel pretty excited about the upcoming meeting, it’s the first time you’ve organized something like this…
Involving other ponies. Your own schedule usually has a few slots marked with vague euphemisms, and is partly why you don’t dictate your daily schedule to Spike anymore. You also want him to grow as a dragon, and not be so defined by being your #1 assistant. You eat your breakfast early and quickly, and get back to your bedroom to put the finishing touches on your presentation.
You are Spike, and you feel a little odd, walking through the boutique when Rarity isn’t there. There’s something in the air, the sense of clothes mares don’t let you see, too many silks in artful disarray. There’s also some muted splashing from one of the back rooms, and you hope Sweetie Bell isn’t making too much of a mess. You wander around, listening to the hairdryer with only half an ear. When at last Sweetie Bell reappears, you find yourself deeply uncomfortable. Her hair is a vivid purple, a little off from her sister’s, but noticeably similar. She turns her head to the side, showing off the familiar curl her mane has just gotten long enough to pull off. She’s grown, since you first arrived in Ponyville.
“What do you think? I mean, Spikey-wikey, do I look good?”
For some reason, it is suddenly a bit warmer in the shop.
“Why are you…”
Sweetie Bell huffs, but without commitment.
“Can’t a mare, uh, change her mane every once in a while?”
She starts to walk around you. Then your nose registers the smell, the perfume Rarity usually wears, but too much.
“Why are you trying to be Rarity?”
She comes around to your front again.
“I’m not, I’m just trying to be a bit more sophisticated in how I present myself, that’s all. Now, what do you think?”
She starts to circle behind you.
“Well, it’s a little h-OW!”
Sweetie Bell stumbles, and your tail throbs.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to, I…”
You turn around, only for your face to come a hairsbreadth from hers. Her eyes are so large and luminous.
“I just, I wanted you to notice me.”
You reach out your claw, uncertain and hesitant.
“I do notice you, I’ve been watching over you while they’re gone.”
You pat her shoulder once. Sweetie frowns.
“I’ve grown, you know. I’m practically a real mare now.”
“I know.”
She pauses at that. You find your face heating up. Sweetie Bell turns her head away, presenting her neck to you.
“Sh-show me.”
She’s not Rarity, she can’t be Rarity. Your claw traces up her neck. She shudders. Maybe, maybe you can be for her what you wish Rarity was for you. In the too sweet air, in the closed shop of silks and longing, it is enough.
You are Celestia, and you aren’t entirely sure what this meeting is about, Twilight was oddly vague about the agenda. Still, when you look around at the other mares in the room, you figure it has something to do with Anom. Luna is looking…serious. More so than usual, that is.
Rarity is blushing ever so slightly. You still aren’t entirely sure how far you or she wants to go, but she is very dear to you. Chrysalis is slightly grumpy, but she is a captive. Twilight clears her throat and levitates a clipboard to each of the assembled mares and the hiyumin.
“Before I begin, let me just say how honored I am that you have chosen me to put this together. I hope it will be to your satisfaction.”
You look at the heading of the chart, “Procreative Allocations in Polyamorous Association with Anom” Oh yes, the sex schedule. You glance around, and find the others aren’t as calm about the document’s contents. Luna huffs angrily, dropping the clipboard to the floor. Rarity looks conflicted,
“Darling, I thought you meant for teaching him things like table manners and learning about his homeworld.”
Twilight raises a hoof, and pauses.
“Oh.”
Chrysalis scowls at the paper.
“Where am I?”
Twilight trots over, distracted.
“Um, since you don’t actually want to procreate with him, you can just sorta hang around all day, and maybe share a session with an obliging mare.”
You clear your throat.
"I won’t mind, if it comes to that.”
Chrysalis gives you an unreadable look, but nods her thanks. Luna snorts.
“She can have mine, I have no intention of coupling with Anom ever again. Now, if the trivialities are over with, I have a matter of some import.”
Twilight makes a small noise of protest, her eyes wavering as she gazes at your sister with tears welling up in her eyes. Luna shifts uncomfortably.
“Perhaps I spoke in haste. Now that the very important matter of rutting has been efficiently and comprehensively dealt with, “
Twilight smiles a little. Luna continues,
“I have found the rupture from whence Anom entered Equestria.”
You straighten up a little.
“Is it stable?”
She nods.
“There is a semi-continuous exchange of matter between the two worlds. It is possible that a number of strange animals passed through, only to be eaten or otherwise killed before exiting the Everfree. There are also a number of artifacts in varying states of repair piled up around the portal from Anom’s land to ours. It would be best if Anom were to identify them before any research is begun.”
You nod.
“A wise precaution. Well, Anom? Shall we go?”
He rocks back, a swirl of emotions crossing his face.
“I, uh, yeah, I can do that.”
You get up. Twilight stands forlornly by the chalkboard.
“But, my presentation…”
"Don’t you want to learn more about hiyumin civilization? But before that, Chrysalis has something she wants you to witness.”
The shapeshifter glares at you, and shoos you away. Anom makes as if to leave, but Chrysalis places a restraining claw on his shoulder. You wait outside in the hall with Luna and Rarity. Rarity gives you a questioning glance.
“It’s part of her punishment. I guess she’s just being shy about it.”
She nods, not really understanding, but accepting the explanation.
You are Twilight, and you were all set to give a lecture on respecting each other’s time, and some educated guesses about hiyumin refractory periods, but-
Chrysalis holds Anom’s claw in both of hers, bringing it up to her face. What is she-
A pink tongue swirls around one of his soft claws, then retreats back into her mouth. Anom’s breathing speeds up. You glance down at the tunic he was wearing, and, yup, a boner. Chrysalis sees it too.
“Really? Just from that?”
Anom gives her an odd look.
“Of course.”
Chrysalis shakes her head in weary disbelief.
“Whatever. Go look at your broken things.”
She strides away.
…
Anom shrugs, and takes another look at the schedule you made.
“Hey, thanks, this should keep things sane for a while.”
You feel a bit better.
“You’re welcome, Anom. Anytime you need something organized, I’m your mare.”
He smiles.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
