Magical horses and the anti-magical rod

With great cock comes great responsibility. You realize this as you go home with a smiling black mare in your hands.

Food supply? Check. A place to sleep? Check. Litter box? Wait, no. You have to remind yourself that she is not, in fact, an adopted stray cat.

Certain similarities are hard to deny, though. Cheesy Soul acts as a sensible grown-up mare, right until she ends up in a situation that would previously trigger some evil part of her soul. Then she becomes a foal. A silly, happy foal who is just exploring the world and figuring out how it actually works when you are not trying to enslave it or destroy it. She laughs, squeaks, and does things not exactly expected from a sensible grown-up mare, such as sticking her head in a cookie jar. You don't want to know what unspeakable cruelties she used to do to cookies before her reformation.

Even Cheesy herself had to admit that she needs a temporal guardian. The number of reasons why it better be you is a bit absurd, starting with how she simply refuses to be more than twenty steps away from you and ending with pure medical reasons (that's how she prefers to call her mandatory daily petting sessions). Luna gave you a long, wise and inspiring speech that can be summarized as "you picked her up, you named her, she is your headache now", so here you are, carrying a wise, proud and independent mare, fully capable of walking by herself, just because she likes being cradled in your arms.

"Cheesy, I'm tired," you whine like a proper guardian, definitely cut for the job of looking after a former villain. In your excuse, you didn't get too much sleep in the castle during the night, and then spent half of the day doing the paperwork.

"Silence, mortal, I'm admiring your chin. You should grow a beard, it will make you look more intimidating," she says in a deep velvety voice. The sinister intonations you heard from her during your first "encounter" (let's put it this way) are all gone, but the commanding tone is here, and you are worried about how much effect it has on you. Life is unfair.

You sigh and look up. Yep, here it is again, a rainbow tail hanging from a tiny cloud above you. You saw a similar cloud with a similar tail five minutes ago, so unless ponies are decorating their clouds for an upcoming pride parade, you are probably being followed. You think that's one of Fluttershy's friends and/or clients, but that's about as much as you know about the mare who is currently, let's see, trying to hide behind a water barrel. If she was a ninja, she would be one of those who shout out the names of their secret techniques before executing them. You are too tired for any of this nonsense, you just want to get home.

But this is Ponyville we are talking about, so certain precautions are in order. Market? Let's pick another street. Central area? Let's give it a wide berth. That place, where a stage magician performs her shows? Let's avoid it by two whole town blocks, just to be safe. You don't want any more adventures or distractions. You almost made it. Your home is so close, you can see it ahead of you.

A mint green unicorn crosses your path. Oh for heaven's sake...

"And so, we met again, my only love," says your crazy ex in an unnecessarily dramatic voice. At least today she is not jumping on you. You are mildly concerned that she is wearing a top hat and a monocle.

"You ran away from me for long enough. The time has come to finally admit our feelings to each other..."

Is this a cheat sheet in her hoof? Oh no, this is unfair, how can she be doing this to you when both of your hands are full of pony and you can't possibly facepalm? You scow. Cheesy in your hands looks at your expression and scowls too. Oh, poop.

You don't see her horn lighting up, you don't hear even the slightest sound. One moment Cheesy is lying on her back in your hands and the next moment you a hugging a cloud of quickly disappearing black smoke. She silently appears in a similar cloud of smoke behind Lyra; a hoof raised high in the air, ready for a strike... and then she holds the pose with a very confused expression on her face, unsure what to do next. After blinking a few times, she decides to just follow her instincts.

She hugs Lyra from behind and nuzzles her neck.

"I like Anon too," says Cheesy Soul and squeaks. Lyra rolls her eyes and collapses. Good.

"B-but why?" asks Cheesy Soul no one in particular with teary eyes, looking at Lyra's unconscious body. Oh dear, we have a lot of work in front of us.

"RAINBOW TACKLE," shouts a voice from the sky and a rainbow blur slams into the ground where Cheesy was just standing, hitting nothing but another cloud of black smoke (the shock wave also covers Lyra in dust, but no one cares). You feel like somepony is piggybacking on your neck. A rainbow mare who just missed with her secret ninja technique points her hoof at you and shouts.

"She is right behind you, RUN!"

You need to stop this nonsense before it went too far. Trying to look confident and authoritative (not an easy feat when you are wearing a bathrobe and slippers), you raise both of your hands and try to calm the rainbow mare down.

"Don't worry, we are on the same side!"

The rainbow mare tenses up immediately. Shit, wording. Ok, how about you keep trying until it works.

"Hold your horses! Everything is under control! We are not evil! Both of us! Nothing to be afraid of! No monsters here! Cheesy, please be friendly and say hi to her." You slowly walk towards the rainbow mare with your hands wide open, as if inviting her for a friendly hug.

Cheesy, who was hugging your neck and trying to find any kind of support for her dangling hind legs for the last few moments, finally finds your bathrobe's belt with her hoof and tries to put her weight on it. The belt easily slides under her weight, the front knot becomes undone, the bathrobe treacherously exposes your flaccid dong. Pupils of rainbow mare's eyes shrink into two dots. You slowly realize that now there are multiple ways to interpret your pose.

Losing her balance, Cheesy instinctively teleports, behind the mare. This time she hugs with determination, rubs her cheek on the mare and says with a very friendly and squeaky voice, "I like your mane!"

Have you made a horrible mistake? Should you have named her Sneaky Hug, Squeaky Strike, or something along these lines?

To rainbow mare's credit, she doesn't collapse or soil herself. She just freezes like an ice sculpture, with two unmoving eyes staring at your cock. As Cheesy Soul sniffs the mare's colorful mane with a genuinely happy expression on her face, the rainbow mare doesn't appear to be breathing. Just to confirm that she is still alive, you take a step to your left. Two dot-sized pupils immediately follow your cock, like an automated targeting system of a laser turret form the post-apocalyptic future you are currently trying to prevent.

You quickly fix the wardrobe malfunction, the rainbow mare blinks a few times and shakes herself out of the trance.

"Wait, so she is not dangerous now?"

Huh, that was a quick recovery if you saw one. A brave mare for a change, praise the Sunbutt!

"Nope, not dangerous at all, she is just learning how to be friendly," quick, you need a good analogy here, "err... like Nightmare Moon after she was hit by some space laser or something." Wait, what have you done? The Rainbow mare, however, nods with understanding on her face.

"Cool. Sorry for jumping on you guys. Hey!" She desperately tries to push away the black mare who is now trying to lick the colorful mane with her cute little red tongue. You start to question your life choices.

You take Cheesy Soul under her armpits, place her on your shoulder, and stroke her back with another hand. She seems to be content with this.

"Look, we are both very sorry for the confusion caused," you say.

"We are?" asks Cheesy turning her head to you.

"Of course we are, now if you'll excuse us, we have to get home. Have a nice day!"

Just a few more steps. A few more steps and you are home, where things make sense. Your cheese awaits you there.

"Wait, I need to talk to you," says the rainbow mare. You groan.

"Can we do it inside?"

"Emm... Yes?"

"Sold!"

You make the last few steps. You grab the handle. You open the door.

"SURPRISE!" shout several voices from the inside. You see multiple mares, mostly the regulars of your pile. You see confetti flying in your general direction. You see a huge banner that says "Welcome to Ponyville, Cheesy Soul! Don't worry, we know you are not a monster anymore! Oh, and hi, Anon." You close the door.

"On the other hand, let's talk outside," you say as you sit on your doorstep.

"Oh come on, don't be like that! But seriously, we need to talk. After the party maybe."

Fine. You tell to yourself that you are doing it for Cheesy's good.

The party goes surprisingly well, even for Cheesy (apparently having Pinkie Pie nearby automatically makes any foalish action socially acceptable), but it's getting dark outside already, and you feel tired. Too many things had happened in the last two days.

"Sorry, girls, no pile today!" you announce. You hear a lot of disappointed voices, so you improvise, "but I'm sure Pinkie will be happy to organize a nice lesbian orgy instead."

"You got it!" says Pinkie and takes it from here. Damn, she's good, she even has a list of rules prepared! Can you hire her as your manager?

As you leave the party, you notice that the rainbow mare is walking behind.

"Hey! We still need to talk!"

Great, now she follows you upstairs, where she definitely should not be because that's where all your personal shit is stored. Eh, whatever, how bad can it possibly be? You invite her into your room, close the door (it's getting too noisy otherwise) plop your butt onto your bed and say "So, what's up?"

"Look, this is about the mares from my team."

"Your team?" you ask.

"My weather team. You know who I am, right?" she asks like it's not even a question. Shit, this is awkward, considering that she is literally in your bedroom. Ok, time to take a guess.

"Er-r-r-r-r-rainbow-w-w-w-w?.." As you slowly say the word, you are trying to tell by her expression if you are guessing in the right direction. Success! Wait, she is still waiting, does she have a compound name? Crap.

"M-m-m-m-m-mane?.." Wait, no? Oh well, was worth a shot.

"It's DASH! Rainbow Dash! Jeez, have you been living under a rock or something? Rainbow Dash the wonderbolt? The weather team leader? The Element of Loyalty? The fastest flier in Equestria? Anything?"

"S-s-su-u-u-u-ure..." you say. Wait, no. "I mean, sure! Of course I know about you, Rainbow ... ... ... Dash." Whew, that was a close one. But you are pretty tired, that's your excuse for not paying attention.

"Whatever. Anyway, It's about Cici and Flits."

"Cloudchaser and Flitter? What about them? Wait, their birthdays are in two weeks! How could I forget? Gosh, I hope they are enjoying their Manehattan vacation. I heard last Saturday Cici won a card tournament there, she is like a big celebrity now!"

The mare's eye twitches. Wait, what did you do wrong? You are pretty sure the date is correct, you know them both well enough. They are, like, two best pegasi in the world, if we can all agree that Fluttershy doesn't count as one.

"Dude, are you for real? Anyway, it's about them and your 'pile'," wow, air quotes with hooves, you like them, you think they look cute. The mare continues, "after they signed up for it, they are... dunno, different. Cici is not nervous anymore, Flits is more focused too. They both fly better too now."

"Glad to help," you say with a bit of pride.

"So, I was thinking... Look, I'm a wonderbolt, the fastest mare alive and..." she stops for a moment, "I'm lagging behind my team. Not the weather team, the wonderbolt team, I mean... I'm still the fastest, I'm still the coolest, but they are just... Look, just fuck me." Huh. That was straightforward.

"I'm tired, Rainbow. Feel free to join my pile tomorrow. We have a nice and friendly community here; I'm sure everyone will be happy to see you."

"But I can't! Look, you made their boobs huge! And I said it's stupid and will slow them down. And it didn't. And then their boobs shrunk back. And I said I don't need it anyway, even if they shrink back. And they are still faster now, even without huge boobs! And I feel like an idiot! I can't join the pile, everypony will think I was wrong!"

You were about to tell this mare who she is, but you remembered your encounter with Rarity, and what a horrible mistake you've almost made with her friend, who you are still going to visit this Friday because a promise is a promise. There are no bad ponies. There are only ponies who need help. You can help some of them, maybe even this one.

"Ok, come here and relax."

"No, no, I got this! And don't touch my wings!" she says and jumps onto the bed. You are not particularly hard right now, but eh, why not. You take off your bathrobe (finally!), she comes closer and immediately tries to put herself on your semi-erect cock. What's wrong with this mare? Under her clumsy touches, you become hard enough and eventually notice an issue. Now that she is basically on your laps, it's quite obvious that she is quite... petite, to put it softly. Like, really petite. An impressive wingspan makes her look a lot larger than she actually is, especially when she is in the air, but unfortunately for her, she is small. Everywhere.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on! Almost!"

"Rainbow, please stop," you say.

"So close! Just a bit more."

"Rainbow, it won't fit."

"B-but!" before she hurts either you or herself, you lift her up with both hands and squeeze her hard.

The second best thing about pegasi, after the obvious one? They are built to withstand head-on collisions with trees, mountains, and occasionally your house. No matter how light and fragile pegasus bones look, and how roughly you are handing them, you won't break anything by accident. Their skeletons are also sort of springy. So, rule number one with handling your pegasus: squish that pegasus. They unanimously like it.

"Look, let's skip the very long and very boring part where you try harder in the most unsexy way possible, then fail, then you start crying, then I'm calming you down, then you tell me a sob story about your life, then I realize that you never slept with anyone, then you admit that my guess is correct, then we start talking while I slowly massage your body, exploring every inch of it with my fingers and my lips, you feel completely helpless in my arms and become conflicted, then you tell me you are a lesbian, then, as I bring you closer to the orgasm, you realize that you actually swing both ways, then..."

"Whoa-whoa-whoa, hold on. How do you know? I mean, who did? W-what?"

Ha-ha! Take this, Equestria! How does it feel to be on the receiving end? Huh? HUH? Let's call it a draw.

You maintain a very wise and all-knowing expression on your face for about five more seconds and then admit.

"Look, you just look gay. And inexperienced. And you stared at my cock a bit too hard for a pure lesbian. Sorry," you try to not look condescending, but it's probably too late at this point. She grumps.

"I... I sort of liked the part about you exploring my body with your fingers and your lips," she admits with a cute expression on her face. Wait, where the hell did this change of the attitude came from? Did... did you finally snag a genuine tsundere for yourself? The gods had heard your prayers!

You finally notice a pleasant musky smell and a thin line of marejuices along one of her legs. You squeeze her a bit harder, the musky smell intensifies. Silly little mare, trying to play a dom when she is secretly a sub. Not on your watch! With a satisfying "Pomf!" you drop her on your bed, belly up, and lean closer to her ear.

"The safe word is defenestration," you whisper.

"D-de-w-what?" And now her voice squeaks? By Celestia's beard, you can get used to this! But you have a mission in front of you. A mare who wastes the best years of her life without knowing what true, passionate intimacy is? In your room? Unacceptable!

"B-but you said it won't fit."

Before she embarrasses herself again by saying something dumb, you silence her with a deep, passionate kiss. Pressing her hard against yourself, you molest every inch of her back, her rump, and her legs, not stopping for a second. Avoiding her wings, though. A no is a no.

It doesn't take too long before she is passionately kissing you back, and tries as hard as she can to grab you with all four of her legs (good luck with that, shorty). Lesson one: no, it's not just about sticking a dick into a hole, you silly mare.

She clearly has a lot more energy in her than you do, time to move to the next step. Easily overpowering her, you pin her hind legs under your bent knees and hold her forelegs with your arms in an outstretched position. She pants heavily and looks a bit confused. You lean forward and kiss her neck, about an inch lower than her ear.

"A-ah!"

First try. Ok, you feel a little cheap since you are not really doing anything special. Pegasi tend to have the same set of special spots, unlike earth ponies who require a lot of exploration, or unicorns who are full of surprises due to their intricate and unique mana flow patterns. It's just she has no one to compare you with. Not like this is going to stop you anyway.

You plant your kisses along her long neck muscle. Sternocleidomastoid muscle, if you remember correctly. Now that's a safe word you have to try one day! Now, collar bones. Is she a left pegasus or a right pegasus? You plant your kiss on her right collar bone. She is still catching her breath. Damn. You kiss the left one.

"A-a-ah-h!"

Lesson two: it's not a contest of power.

The next part is trickier, because this pony is too fluffy. In fact, you've noticed that almost all her pleasant curves are basically just some very dense fluff, with relatively small but very lean muscles underneath and no fat whatsoever. You heard about washboard abs before, but now you have a whole washboard pony that you could probably use in anatomy classes to show each individual muscle in a pony's body if only her fluff could be tuned down somehow. Like, in a convenient settings menu, with foliage density slider or something. Still, where lips don't work, fingers do. While your left hand massages her shoulder and strokes her collar bone with a thumb, your right hand slowly combs her fluff as you slide it downwards. You don't have to worry about releasing Rainbow's forelegs now, she is not going to move, not counting her arching back and her wings that don't really know where to put themselves. As your nails reach her abs, her spine almost makes a half-circle. You move further, counting individual segments of her abdominal muscles with your fingers. You wonder how much time does she put into training to forge her body into this shape. Do her friends know what hides under this pleasantly round and soft fluffy cover?

The mare breathes faster and faster. You reduce the pressure of your fingers as your hand gets closer to its destination. One finger leaves Rainbow's body, then another, then only one remains. It keeps sliding the last half of an inch, switching from the fingernail to a soft pad as you rotate your hand around the contact point. With one finger, you carefully touch her clit. The mare explodes.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah-h!" As the orgasm overwhelms her, you increase your pressure on her clit, slowly massaging it like a nub controller of your laptop that you miss sometimes, letting her ride her orgasm out for as long as possible.

Lesson three: sometimes all it takes is a delicate touch.

Ok, she was on a hair-trigger, but it still counts. Eventually, she catches her breath.

"That was AWESOME! Wasn't I... ahhh... supposed to lose my consciousness?" she asks, trying to focus her vision on your face. Silly mare.

"I didn't do anything a caring stallion wouldn't be able to do to you. Or a mare. Or, you know, you can do the same to another mare yourself," you mention with a casual tone.

"REALLY?!"

Such a silly, silly mare. She has the stamina, and you have time. In the next few hours, you teach this pony every trick you know, which is, to be honest, not a lot, since you always cheated with your anti-magical cock in the end. Still, for her, it's an ocean of experience. After a couple of orgasms, she relaxes on her chest as you slowly massage her back. The corded muscles under her fur are finally fully relaxed, and she resembles a happy fluffy puddle of a pony. The lesson about returning a favor will have to wait. After everything that had happened, you feel intimate enough to ask.

"May I massage your wings?"

Pegasus wings are not a joking matter. Ruffle her feathers too hard, and she won't be able to fly for a week. You are not a pegasus, you must ask for her permission, that's just how the pony society works.

"Sure," she says as she opens them wide. You realize that you need a larger bed. You slide your hands towards her wings and stop. What the hell is this? As your fingers explore, your eyes become round. Is that her wing muscles? Sweet Celestia on a bicycle, they are thicker than Cloudchaser's and Flitter's combined, you think as you are trying to massage them with your palms.

"Wow, Rainbow, your wings are really... athletic."

"Wrong A-word," she mutters under her breath and flexes her wings. Her wing muscles contract and open your palms further, a lot further. Ok, scratch that thing about Cloudchaser and Flitter above, you would have to add a few more pegasi to that 'combined' list to make it even comparable. Is this where her entire body mass is concentrated? She giggles.

"Sorry, always liked the look on colts' faces when I did that in the flight school. They would always pop a boner and run away. Never called me a midget after that. Too bad I can't see your face like this, I bet it was worth it."

Now you understand that all this time she wasn't helpless at all. She could just swat you with her wing and you would fly through a wall. You may or may not have a boner. Stupid Applejack, life was so much easier without this fetish.

"So, who is she?" you ask.

"Who?"

"The mare who stole your heart. There must be a reason why you haven't joined the lesbian orgy below."

"Applejack." Wait, her again? Is she some sort of an evil mastermind of Ponyville, taking innocent citizens and planting dirty thoughts in their heads?

"Them legs, tho," you say.

"Them legs," she agrees and sighs. "How was it, to be with her?"

You shake your head.

"You think I'm going to torture you by telling you, while you are trying to pretend that you are strong enough to not care? I'm not trying to steal your mare or hurt you." Your intentions are actually quite the opposite.

"She is not my mare," Rainbow sighs again, "I wish she was."

"Is she not interested?"

"Of course she isn't! I think. I never asked."

"Then how can you be so sure?" you ask.

"Because she treats me like a child! Like when she lets me win like half of our hoofwrestling matches."

"Why do you think that she lets you win?"

Rainbow lifts herself up with her forelegs, twists her back and her neck to face you and looks at you like you are a complete idiot.

"Dude, are you for real? She is, like, the best earth pony! She can hoofwrestle with an oak and win by breaking it in half!" The mare plops back onto the mattress and tries to relax again, "everypony knows that she loses on purpose, everypony thinks I'm too dumb to notice, everypony keeps telling me how great I am for winning half of the time. I'm pathetic."

"Do you think she would let you win if she didn't care about you? Look, I don't know what's in that mare's head, but I know that there is no harm in asking. If she is open-minded enough to try it with me, surely she is open-minded enough to try it with you."

"I'm scared," she mutters into the mattress.

"This can be fixed," you say as you move your hand towards her marehood. You cradle her pubis with your fingers while sliding your thumb along her entrance, "if you still want it."

You can almost hear how the gears in this silly mare's head are finally starting to turn. You get it, it's hard for ponies to keep in mind that you have fingers and that they are, in fact, thin and agile. Still, you are surprised that she hasn't figured it out after you explored every single spot of her body with them. She finally realizes what you were trying to achieve this whole time and chuckles.

"I'm such an idiot. Please do it."

You slide your thumb into her soul, and she rolls her eyes. As you massage her clitoris and her G spot with the same hand, and she keeps trying to break your thumb with her vaginal muscles, you are trying to think about positive things. You are still unsure about how it works. Somehow you managed to fuck the evil half of the soul out of Cheesy, perhaps you'll be able to fuck the deep fears out of a mare who pretends to be the bravest mare in Equestria? Half a minute later, your thumb is very sore. You crawl under the blanket, put the unconscious mare next to yourself, and relax.

You hear hoofsteps outside of your room. The door slowly opens, revealing Cheesy's happy face.

"How was it?" you ask. Her first lesbian orgy, at least after the reformation. An important milestone in every mare's life.

"I won!" she says with a squeaky version of her voice. Good. Wait, but that wasn't...

"I magicked up a huge black cock on myself and fucked all of them until they came at least once. Don't know how you make it look so easy, it takes forever!"

A drop of liquid pride rolls out of your eye. Is this how proud parents feel like?

"My little fuzzy Mary Sue, making her own little pile already. I'm so proud of you! Come here," you pat the empty place on the other side from sleeping Rainbow. Cheesy climbs onto the bed and snuggles against you. You squeeze her cute little butt a little bit, she licks your armpit once in response, and you feel absolutely content.

You would like to say that you quickly fell asleep after that, but in reality, you spent the next hour contemplating whether or not her magicked up cock was larger than yours.