Equestria

Susan and Coraline both appeared in the same basement as always, looking at each other. Both immediately rushed to the window, only to find it locked.

"Okay, firstly, this is starting to get creepy. Secondly, what would they do if we gave plugs to a thousand people? Where would they all fit?" Coraline paused at hoofsteps coming down the stairs toward the door.

"Someone's coming. That'll be Organized Chaos. She's the one who made the things." Susan grimaced at the thought of being in her care again. "She's so—freaking—vanilla."

"Yeah, let's not go with that. How about option B?" Walking over to the door, Coraline could see how it opened and stepped to the side the hinges were on while picking up something suitably heavy.

"Alright. Are you going to play this the easy way or the hard way?" Organized Chaos had ensured her basement was secure this time. There were spells all around it to keep the windows and doors locked. What confused her was that only Susan was present. "Hey, wasn't there a—"

Coraline brought her fist down with the the candlestick holder in it, thunking Organized over the head and making her wobble a few times. "Come on, Susan!" Grabbing the unicorn by the horn, Coraline dragged her into the basement and then left with Susan.

"Hey, there's a lock on the door," Susan said, turning the latch.

"She's a unicorn. A lock like that won't stop her." Though Coraline could appreciate that it might at least slow Organized down.

Regaining her bearings took Organized almost a minute, and when she did she looked at the door. "Why those little—I'm going to get my plot plowed if it's the last thing I—do…" As she tried to reach through the door with her magic to unlatch it, the powerful wards she'd wrapped the basement in rebuffed her attempt.

Slumping down to a sitting position, Organized Chaos realized the predicament she'd put herself in.

Starlight Glimmer had spent a three days in the small town. It was surreal, but strangest of all she felt comfortable here. Everypony she met she recognized. Recognized for their being a villain. Mare's all of them, she could identify each as having tried to take control of somewhere or something to gain ultimate power, and that was why it felt so bizarre.

This town could have been her home if not for Twilight taking her in. Starlight had settled into a room at the local inn. She hadn't had to do any embellishing at all to fit in with the others in town—she literally just told her story. To the letter. The sound of a squawk outside drew her attention from introspective self-observation to a hippogriff running by the window.

Coraline almost passed the inn when she spotted Starlight poke her head out the front door. "Starlight?"

"Get your butt in here. I've been waiting to talk to you again." Slamming the door when Coraline and Susan were inside, Starlight turned to see a shocked look on the mare that ran the inn. "Just two friends from out of town. You know how it is?"

"St-St-Stallions…" Buttered Bread stared at Susan. She didn't mind exotic, but she was an earth pony, and a crystal pony was as close to her type as she was going to get in a town full of mares.

Susan looked at Buttered and tried to spare a smile for her. She'd learned to appreciate mares while in the town, and liked what she saw. "Hey. Can we get a few drinks?"

Buttered had to use a hoof to close her jaw, but she nodded and started pouring a few glasses of water. "You come here often?"

"Only when I see a pretty mare. You know why I'm here, right? Organized Chaos' stupid thing." Susan sat up on a stool at the bar rather than with Starlight and Coraline—she assumed they had something to talk about given how hungrily they looked at each other.

"I figured. You want a ticket home, I take it?" As soon as she said it, Buttered realized what that implied she wanted. For a moment she blushed, then let out a sigh. She was really horny.

"Well, it'd be good, but what I'd really like to get is a safe place here. Maybe even stop Organized from trying to lock us in her basement." Susan sipped at her drink, barely even acknowledging as the other two glasses floated to Coraline and Starlight's table in pale bluish magic.

Looking stunned, Buttered shook her head but still failed to understand the situation. "She's what? Okay, when she said she'd find us some cute stallions to get us over things, I didn't realize she meant she'd actually foalnap them. We're here because we don't want to get caught up in all that stuff."

"Me either, but here I am. About the ticket home?" Susan turned her head to glance back at Starlight and Coraline. "I think my friend already has her ride organized, if you kn—"

Cutting Susan off by grabbing her jaw with one hoof and turning it back to face her, Buttered Bread kissed the stallion before her with a lot of enthusiasm.

"You're really not from this world, are you?" Starlight asked. "You come from a world with humans and technology, right?"

Coraline raised an eyebrow at the details. "Got it in one, but how do you know about it? Are you some kind of dimensional police?"

Glancing at the bar to see Susan and Buttered leaving through a door, Starlight let out a sigh. "Well, since you're the one bearing the brunt of this, I am. Kinda. Princess Twilight Sparkle sent me here to find out what was causing these odd magic spikes that happen every three days."

"Us, I take it?"

"Yup." Being headmare of Twilight Sparkle's School of Friendship hadn't left Starlight the opportunity to pursue a mate—even if her two best friends had managed to find each other. Coraline's attention, particularly after their first meeting, was enough to have her more than a little curious in him. "So it's Organized Chaos doing it?"

"She's locked in her own basement right now. We could go over and I'll show you." Coraline knew the look she was getting from Starlight—she'd used it on a few guys herself.

Starlight bit her lower lip, having to fight off her urge to invite Coraline up to her room before getting to work. "I guess we could. Your friend will probably be heading home soon, I take it?"

"Susan? Yeah, she's a little more liberal than I am."

"What do you mean?" The mission's progression was forgotten for the moment as curiosity bit deep.

"The… The butt plugs that they sent to our world turn people there into stallions. This body is the result of my cousin changing them. She got her cutie mark while working it out."

"Hold up. Your cousin worked out how to change them and got a cutie mark? Did she just spontaneously turn into a unicorn, too?" Sarcasm came easy to Starlight, and in moments of stress she always deployed it without thinking.

The tone surprised Coraline. "Well, yeah."

"Sorry I just get overwhelmed by how pony things can get sometimes."

"Uh, I don't think you can use that word that wa—"

"No." Starlight sighed. "I mean, there's this thing that happens sometimes, and it only happens with ponies, where things get weirder than you ever thought possible, but they work out in the end."

"That doesn't really happen where I live." Coraline picked up her drink and took a sip.

"But it does. I mean, I've seen a little of it, but what I'm saying is that it has happened for your cousin. Do you know how rare it is for somepony with that level of cognitive focus and raw talent for magic to be the same pony—err, person? And then add on that she got involved in all this? The odds are a million to one." Starlight tossed both forelegs in the air to punctuate her point.

Coraline snorted. "And million-to-one chance things happen nine times out of ten."

Staring at Coraline, Starlight made the smallest whimper before she dropped her face down onto the table. "You're crazy. Just my luck I fall for a human-turned-hippogriff that's crazy."

"I was quoting a book. Also, you're falling for me?" The news surprised Coraline. Starlight had seemed to enjoy their previous little tryst, but actually having someone fall for her? Even Steven and Celeste were just good friends who liked to fuck.

"A book? You like to read?" Starlight was doing her best to ignore the personal fact she'd let slip.

"Yeah, I like to read funny books when I can. It helps me relax. What do you like about me?" Steering the conversation back meant Coraline got to watch Starlight blush again, something she was actually enjoying.

"You're not going to let me forget that, are you?"

"Nope."

"My two best friends, who used to sort-of-kinda have a thing for, got married. Now I'm left as headmaster of a school and don't have a single moment to myself to have a normal social life." Realizing her mouth had no brakes, Starlight gave up on trying to stop and just let everything flow. "When I saw you in the woods I just—"

"I remember. You're kinda the first girl I've enjoyed being with. Well, female. I normally prefer guys, is what I'm saying, but with this curse thing I…" Just trailing off, Coraline lowered her head.

"Oh." A sledgehammer of understanding connected with Starlight's head. "Oh! Oh dear. I've been—And you haven't—I'm so sorry!"

Seeing tears start in Starlight's eyes, Coraline acted quickly. She liked the mare and wanted her to be happy. Reaching out with one talon, she cupped Starlight's jaw to lift her snout up a bit and then leaned across and kissed her.

Coraline closed her eyes the moment the kiss started, so didn't see Starlight's shocked expression melt as her features softened. The kiss continued, and Starlight felt herself leaning forward more and more, eager for the embrace to continue and to explore the moment further.

When the kiss finished, Starlight actually slumped a little. The feel of a hippogriff's soft beak was new to her—but then any intimacy was uncommon in her life. "I—I didn't expect that."

"There's been a lot in my life I haven't expected lately. I didn't expect to enjoy turning into a stallion. I didn't expect to find two great people I enjoy being in bed with." Coraline had to extend one claw and rest it against Starlight's snout to stop her from talking. "I didn't expect to get caught in a situation where I had to choose between my humanity and death. I definitely didn't expect to ever fly. And the least expected thing of all was to find someone who cares about me in another world."

When the finger left her lips, Starlight had to think about what question she desperately wanted answered first. "You almost died?" It stuck out as the biggest.

"Yeah. Doing a special show for a guy and I let him lock some stupid collar around my neck. The problem was human necks are thicker than pony ones. If I'd left the collar on when I changed back, I'd have choked." Curious about Starlight's coat, Coraline reached her hand forward and stroked down her neck. "You're really soft."

The petting was distracting. Starlight tried to get her thoughts past it but every touch brought her back to Coraline's presence. "I—I use a shampoo a friend recommended. And a conditioner." All of Starlight's snark was lost to her. She was falling over her words and couldn't stop looking into Coraline's eyes.

"No more questions?" Coraline asked.

"N-Not for the moment."

"Good. I have an idea of what we can do instead."

Earth

Biting her beak down firmly, Coraline sighed. Starlight was beyond cute and cuddly, and it felt right to be with her, but that didn't stop it from feeling a little odd when Starlight wasn't around. Shaking herself from beak to tail, she looked around the club's guest room and remembered how the night had gone before her little adventure in Equestria.

A quick trip to the bathroom and a shower later and she felt far more refreshed than not sleeping at all should have accomplished. "I still can't believe this is my life now. Helping a—a secret agent by night and working the rest of the time. How am I even sane?"

Making liberal use of the heat lamp in the bathroom, she dried off reasonably well and made her way out of the room and down to the ground floor. Richard joined her only minutes later with his sister beside him. Jasmine was always two-hundred percent in Coraline's estimation, and that resulted in a lot of intensity. When Jasmine looked at her, she felt like the woman had already decided not just on her worth, but exactly what it would take to break her will. It was mildly freaky. "Good morning. Coffee?"

"Yes please." Richard flopped on a stool and leaned backwards onto the bar so he could look straight up at the ceiling. "Tonight's the night, Coraline."

"One for me too, please. Short black." Jasmine was more than aware of how Coraline reacted to her appraisal—it was part of why she did it. It was also why she made sure to be courteous with the woman.

Taking care of the coffee, Coraline looked back over her shoulder to Richard. "Leaving it in permanently?"

"She knows you far too well, Richard. My big brother has asked me to help him arrange a ceremony to usher him from the constriction of his human form into something new. I believe he'll want you there." Not even bothering to look at her brother, Jasmine—not for the first time—tried to work out how she'd go about binding and restraining a hippogriff. She bit her lower lip and followed the joints of Coraline's legs, imagining using soft rope to fold them up and make them useless. Wings, she knew, would be the hard part. Sure she could just wrap something tight around Coraline's body, but that would impair breathing.

Coraline still got a strange vibe from Jasmine, but it was far less harsh for her now. She could see curiosity and contemplation, and a little sexual interest, but where a female checking her out before would have been a huge turn-off, now it was just it's not Starlight.

Blushing at the memory, Coraline cleared her throat. "I tested something last night."

"I'd like to test something." The moment the words were out of Jasmine's mouth, she realized she'd said something she'd rather have just thought. "I—I mean…"

"Psst! Coraline!" Richard held his hand to the side of his mouth as if trying to whisper something, but of course he said it loud enough for all three to hear. "My sister has a thing for you."

"I don't!" Jasmine, however, couldn't look away from Coraline. "I just—Your body is a challenge. There's so many parts that move different to how they would for a human, and then there's your wings, and how sharp is your beak?" The words wouldn't stop. Jasmine found herself asking question after question that had so far been private to the realm of her head. "I'd just like, for just a few hours, try to tie you up."

Using a hand to fan his face, Richard had a huge grin. "Oooh."

"Wait." Adding extra sugar to Richard's drink, Coraline passed Jasmine hers first. "So you just want to tie me up? And why do you want to know all that other stuff?"

"Art." Richard took his offered coffee. "My little sis loves tying people up and watching them squirm. She uses rope and tape and gags and—" He sipped his coffee.

"I just want to work out how to tie you up. I think I can work out your legs, your arms and legs that is, but your beak and wings are a conundrum and I hate it." The coffee wasn't helping Jasmine at all.

"Look, it's nothing personal. If I was even a little into all that, I'd be down for it in a heartbeat, but I only just came around to thinking about girls as hot. Jasmine, you're—" Coraline fished for words. "…too hot. Hot in the burning kind of way. Your intensity is a little off-putting. I know you have people who are into that, but for me it's not gonna do it."

"Waaaaait a second." Richard shuffled on his seat so he was closer to Jasmine. "Sis, you just want a perfect little subby hippogriff, right?"

Jasmine's shiver told Coraline all she needed to know. "So you don't actually want me, just someone with a body like mine?"

"Bingo. Okay, so we need to get Chelsea to whip up one hippogriff plug for my sis to jam into one of her subby little things. Might want to help her pull it out again, unless she wants one of her pets to be six-limbed permanently." Richard watched every single one of his sister's tells for arousal pop into being. The way she tensed up, the way her eyes moved, and the way she breathed a little deeper.

"Would my plug work? I know it was meant to be a random one, but it's been in a hippogriff a while now." Though she put forward the idea, Coraline wasn't too enthusiastic about it. For one, it meant she'd have to go into Jasmine's world.

"You said you have a guy who needs to be punished. Perhaps a reward would be better?" Richard waggled his eyebrows.

Trying not to blush, Jasmine reached a hand out and shoved her brother aside. "That would be fun, but not him. He needs punishment. Would you be able to help out about midday?"

"I'd have to ask my boss." Coraline looked at Richard.

"I'll think about it," Richard said. When his sister punched his arm, he sighed. "All right."

With the topic seemingly done, Coraline realized what she'd accidentally forgotten. "Oh! All this distracted me from my news. You know how I go to the pony world, fuck somepony—someone—and then am back here moments from when I left?"

"Say what?" Jasmine asked.

"Right. That's part of the old series of butt plugs." Richard sipped more of his coffee. "If one turns you permanently, every morning it drags you off to another world to breed ponies there. Apparently it was some kind of trap thing a unicorn made."

"And then, after you've fucked someone, you are whisked back to a few seconds after you left. Well, I wanted to test something. Me and Starlight didn't, well, fuck for a whole day. So I've been through a day more than Susan, even though we were gone for the same time." Coraline poured herself a glass of water.

Richard tapped his chin and turned so his back was to the bar before leaning back on it. "For real? Wait, does that mean Susan could go and meet that you tonight?"

"I think about three days pass there for every one here, or something like that. It's all a bit confusing. The only way to really test it is for me to be there long enough to meet myself. Four days."

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I have to go see a man about a whip. I'll be back up when my slut arrives." Jasmine stood up and kissed her brother on the cheek, smiled and winked at Coraline, and made her way to the locked door that led downstairs.

"You actually turned my sister down. Coraline, you have more self-control than anyone else I know." Richard squirmed his way up onto the bar, his back on it.

That had surprised Coraline too. She knew Jasmine was a predator when it came to sex, but a little aggression had never turned her off before. "Tell that to my hard-as-a-rock dick back here. Does she always make her butt sway like that?"

With a sigh, Richard turned his head so his cheek was on the mahogany bartop. "Every. Damn. Time. She's picked up so many guys I've been chasing I'm amazed I made it out of puberty without my virginity."

Coraline got back to work from lunch to find two women sitting at the bar sipping drinks and talking. One she recognized as Jasmine, the other she was sure she'd seen, but had never met. She walked over to where they were sitting. "Jasmine? Sorry if I'm late, I had to pick up a few things in town and then move some things around at home."

"Perfectly alright. We wouldn't have gotten started yet anyway. I was just explaining to Fred here what I'd planned. She wasn't sure about the the idea of a transformation—she didn't even believe it was possible." Jasmine was having a ball. Fredrica hadn't believed her at all, though the way the other woman's jaw was hanging open, she was now.

"Bet you've never seen a hippogriff before? Would you like to try being one?" It was the best effort Coraline could make, under the circumstances, of cracking a joke.

"I—I—I—" Fredrica shook her head and blinked a few times. "I think my owner has me at a loss. Sorry, I'm Fred, and if what she said is true, I'd like to try it a lot."

"Did Jasmine or Richard explain to you how it works?" Coraline asked.

Chuckling and shaking her head, Fredrica took a quick sip of her drink. "I don't want to know. Honestly, I like being a little out of control."

"Today, my little Fred will not be allowed to say no. Isn't that right, pet?" Jasmine reached a hand out to brush Fredrica's leg.

"Yes, mistress."

"Good girl."

"Alright, sorry to be a wet fish, but I don't know how the rules for all this works, so if you want me to do something different, just ask me." Coraline shucked out of the bag she'd had slung on her back and she reached over the bar with her right foreleg to sling it into a safe spot. "Well, I'm ready when you are."

When the two women kissed and stood up, Coraline didn't feel as put off as she'd thought she might. A morning of shopping and activity had given her time to get a few more things straight in her head. She followed, quietly, in Jasmine's wake, all the way to the locked door to the basement.

The stairs down should have been in dim, atmospheric light, but Coraline's sharp eyes cut through the darkness like high-quality night-vision equipment. The room had everything she'd expected out of a sex dungeon. There was a big X-shaped cross to one side with straps on it, various tables and other equipment Coraline couldn't figure the use of, and even some things she hadn't expected—a dog cage, a bed, and more eye-bolts in the floor and ceiling than she thought would ever be needed.

"Where would this be easiest?" Jasmine asked.

"P-Probably the bed. I didn't know you had a bed in these—uh—these kinds of places." Walking toward the bed, Coraline noticed that the covers looked to be dark colored.

"After a long session of play, mistress likes a cuddle." Fredrica slipped off her jacket and shirt, then shucked out of her bra and put them in the chest at the base of the bed. Her shoes, jeans, socks, and panties were next. The last important thing was something she took out of the chest—her collar.

"Don't wear that," Coraline said. "If it's too tight and you start changing back, you could choke on it. That's how I got stuck like this."

Jasmine's head turned quickly toward Fredrica. "No collar, pet. We do what the nice hippogriff says. This is her thing, after all."

The firmness of Jasmine's voice reassured Coraline as much as it intrigued her. She liked a guy who was forward with her, but this was different. "Okay, Fred, climb up on the bed and get on your hands and knees."

With a standing order from her mistress to follow Coraline's commands, Fredrica did as instructed and got up and on the bed. She loved the feel of the silk sheets under her, and longed to roll around and squirm on them, but commands were commands.

Watching as Coraline jumped up on the bed too, Jasmine felt a little excitement start to gain steam. With this done, she'd get to spend all day tying up a hippogriff. More, she'd get to do it with a girl she trusted.

The way that Coraline moved reminded Fredrica of a predator. She had talons and a beak, which generally meant predator, but it was the way Coraline's gaze held her own that made Fredrica feel like she was being stalked.

"The secret for doing this is that you just need to look under"—Coraline turned before reaching Fredrica and flicked her tail up—"my tail."

At first Fredrica wasn't sure what Coraline meant, but then she saw that Coraline had no anus, just a flat disk that looked like the base of a butt plug. She opened her mouth to say something, but the sight of the thing made looking away become harder—made thinking itself harder.

Leaning closer, Fredrica pressed her lips against the base of the butt plug and licked it. Next she nuzzled it, and without even realizing what she was doing, she began to kiss and lick at it with complete abandon.

Coraline noticed Jasmine moving around the bed and shook her head. "If you don't want to be quadrupedal for the day too, I'd suggest not looking close at what she's doing."

"What exactly is happening?" Jasmine asked.

"There's magic in the butt plugs, which you know, but it ensnares people's minds if they look at them. Getting that close to it, she's completely distracted and can't stop trying to lick and kiss it. Eventually she'll"—the feel of Fredrica opening her mouth around the base of the plug caused Coraline to shiver and pause—"put her mouth around it. The new plug will expand into her mouth."

"So it's growing a new butt plug for her? How will she use it?" Itching to watch, Jasmine had to content herself with Coraline's explanation.

"She'll work it out. It might take her a few tries to—Oh, she pulled free. Watch what she does. The butt plug uses magic to make her do what it wants her to." Bracing her legs on the bed, Coraline prepared for what she knew was coming. When Fredrica first tried to line herself up to impale her rear on the plug, and missed, Coraline groaned. "Lower. Get your butt down to my height."

Fredrica was panting. She wanted and needed the thing in her and her brain couldn't work out why it wasn't in her—until she heard Coraline repeat her command. The part of her brain that melted into Jasmine's every command followed the order and she lowered her rump. The first push back still missed, but she felt the plug bump against her right ass cheek.

Closing her eyes and starting to moan even before it kissed her anus, Fredrica wasted no time shoving backward when she was lined up.

Coraline had expected it to take a lot more work than it did. Fredrica had looked like a petite girl, but her butt seemed to accommodate the plug without too much pushing. Pulling forward, she felt a little tension before their rumps separated. Stepping forward a few paces on the huge bed, Coraline turned to see a pair of fuzzy balls hanging between Fredrica's legs and a bright pink plug in her butt—there was no evidence of a vulva on her body.

Unseen by Coraline, Jasmine's eyes had fixed on Fredrica's rump and she felt a need start to fill her. Licking her lips, she found herself moving closer—needing to be closer. By the time Coraline spotted what was about to happen, Jasmine was nuzzling and lapping at the plug—and had started to change.

"I guess today is two for the price of one. I warned you, but did you listen?" Coraline let out a sigh and turned to watch the inevitable happen. Only, when she watched Jasmine turn around to impale herself on the growing plug in Jasmine's rear, Coraline spotted far more beak than she'd expected. "Huh. That's different. I thought everyone would turn hippogriff from my plug?"

As Coraline watched, Jasmine's body twisted and reshaped. Her arms pulled back and up into wings, and a new pair of limbs sprouted from her shoulders only to end in yellowish talons. From her belly backward, fur took over from feathers and grew into a dark black, soft coat of fur, ending with a long, feline tail. The last bit that Coraline noticed was Jasmine's former legs turning into feline ones.

Though Coraline often felt a little more predatorish as a hippogriff, Jasmine looked the part. A hooked dark beak below a pair of large eyes that blinked a few times in surprise before she looked up at Coraline.

"You're probably both going to have trouble speaking with beaks—especially you, Jasmine. Before I go and leave you both to whatever fun you care to get up to, I need to get those plugs out," Coraline said.

Struggling with her beak, Fredrica turned around to look at her mistress—and not at all to hide her butt from Coraline. That's when she watched as Jasmine rolled onto her back and squirmed her feet in the air. It wasn't the squirming that stole Fredrica's attention, but the heavy-looking balls and sheath that were attached to Jasmine's lower belly.

Trying to focus her attention on speaking, Jasmine opened her beak. "I wou—" The feel of a tongue stroking along a new part of her anatomy—her shaft—had her words devolve into a soft coo. Tilting her head up and looking down her body, she watched as Fredrica continued to lick and nuzzle at her sheath. "If you keep doing that, if you get me aroused, I'm going to use it on you."

Distracted by her mistress, Fredrica looked up at Jasmine and smiled, then dipped her head back down and returned to her task. When she felt a pair of claws poking around her rump, she knew what was coming. The plug inside her wasn't the biggest thing she'd ever taken, but it was close. A lot of anal training had left her with a lot of control of her sphincter—so she relaxed her rear to make it easier.

Coraline was amazed at both how easy the plug was to get out and how big it was. Her eyes were a little glazed over at the thing she held in her hand. "Holy shit. I know Steven said these things grow to fit the user, but you can't have this much room in there, surely?"

The removal of the toy only left Fredrica aching to have something in her again. She lifted her rump in the air as she nuzzled Jasmine's growing shaft, hoping Coraline would relent and mount her.

Jasmine, meanwhile, was experiencing not just her first erection, but the strangest one any human ever had. When her shaft peeked out of her sheath, it was already hard and ready. She stared at it while Fredrica licked, and noticed it had barely any give at all. She was curious about her new appendage right up until Fredrica found her barbs. One lick—just one—and Jasmine arched her spine and started flapping her wings weakly.

The situation was a little problematic for Coraline. She really wanted to leave the pair to their fun, but she needed to get Jasmine's plug out, and she was reasonably sure the woman wouldn't give it up without either a distraction or a fight—and Coraline had no way to know that the latter wouldn't be something Jasmine would enjoy.

Working her way along to stand beside Fredrica, Coraline leaned up to her ear. "You know, I bet she'd like you to put that somewhere it belongs."

Her eyes widening at the suggestion, Fredrica stopped lapping the impressive feline dong her mistress now possessed and crawled along her body.

Jasmine was about to berate Fredrica, but then she realized what the plan was. Bracing her hips, Jasmine jutted her new shaft into the air as much as she could.

Coraline let out a sigh at the distraction-in-progress. All her hangups about sexes literally melted away with the two women's femininity. The urge to climb up on Fredrica's back was pretty strong, but she sighed and shook her head. "Damn it. Now I know how guys feel when people say they think with their dicks. Alright, miss griffon, gimme that toy."

Not averse to cowgirl position, Jasmine's eyes narrowed as she focused on Fredrica while her pet slid down again, impaling herself on Jasmine's shaft. The entirely new sensation almost completely distracted Jasmine from Coraline's probing digits. Unlike Fredrica, however, Jasmine was in a far more dominant and playful mood.

This plug was a lot harder to get out. Coraline found herself having to brace one hand against Jasmine's butt while the other pulled on the toy, but she hadn't a hope of breaking Jasmine's grip.

"Say please," Jasmine said—between Fredrica's bounces.

Rolling her eyes, Coraline tried to pull again and then, defeated, asked. "Please let me have this, Jasmine. Much as it's been fun making your dream come true down here, this isn't really my thing, and I kinda-sorta have a girlfriend."

Reaching up with her wing, Jasmine grabbed Fredrica and pulled her down and tight against her. She looked over her submissive's shoulders at Coraline. "Really? Well, fuck. I knew this was a little awkward for you, but I didn't realize you had a partner. Last Richard told me, you were pursuing two of his patrons."

"Kinda, but then I met somepony and she—she's special." Coraline now blushed up a storm.

"Take the damn plug out. I'll have to get Richard to give them back to me later."

The grip of Jasmine's wing was so tight that Fredrica shivered in submissive glee. She was still impaled on Jasmine's shaft, and even though that tapered and spined length filled her, she still yearned to have the plug back in.

This time, when Coraline pulled at the toy locked within her, Jasmine relaxed her muscles and let it be removed. The sudden, aching emptiness that swelled inside her at its loss was quickly blowm away by Fredrica's rocking motions—but Jasmine had had quite enough of being on the bottom.

Coraline heard a growl on her way across the room, and as she reached the exit she looked back to see Jasmine atop Fredrica's back, fucking the hippogriff for all she was worth. Despite her best efforts, Coraline left the basement with a hard-on.

When Coraline reached the bar (the defacto base of operations in the club before opening time), Richard was there with a mess of paperwork he was filling out. Upon spotting Coraline, however, he whistled. "Did Jasmine ruin you for men, or did you just enjoy the show?"

Rolling her eyes, Coraline walked around behind the bar and reared up so she could fold her talons on the bar. "The latter. It was fine until your sister got carried away and turned herself into a griffon, then started banging Fredrica. Help, Richard, I have a girlfriend I kinda-sorta like, but I still get hard as a rock when I see a cute guy."

"So Jasmine as a male griffon is cute?" Richard waggled his eyebrows knowingly.

"Yes, Richard. Your dominatrix sister is a hot griffon stud with a big cock, and she's downstairs bare-backing the hippogriff guy who used to be a young woman. Because of these." Reaching under her left wing, Coraline produced the two large butt plugs and set them on the counter. "One of these seems to have gone back to being random, while the other is now a hippogriff-producing toy. You get work out which."

The pull to grab one of the toys and try to shove it into himself was immense. Richard stared lovingly at the bigger one for nearly a full minute before Coraline lifted them both out of view again. He was certainly aware of the erection he now sported. "Thanks. Got a little distracted pondering the logistics of shoving them both into me."

"I'm making another coffee. You want one?" Coraline turned, balancing on her hooves while she started preparing a shot of espresso.

"I'll take one," Chelsea said as she walked into the club.

"Sleep well?" Coraline asked as she started working the machine and lined up a pair of cups.

Falling asleep between two stallions had been quite the experience for Chelsea—as was waking up underneath Steven. It had been far too long since she'd had that kind of enjoyment, and the most amazing thing had been how relaxed Steven and Celeste had been about sharing their bedroom with her. "The best in a long time. What about you two?"

"Barely a wink of sleep here," Richard said. "I dozed on and off all morning, but my night had been… enjoyable."

"What about you?" Chelsea asked, looking at Coraline.

She couldn't hold off saying it any longer. Coraline began brewing each of the cups into cappuccinos while she said back over her shoulder, "I think I'm in love."

"What?!" Richard and Chelsea both asked at the same time.

"Who?" Richard asked.

"Where?" Chelsea asked.

"Starlight Glimmer, and she lives in Equestria. The interesting thing was, for two days, so did I." Coraline began foaming up some milk, the noise ceasing any hope of conversation for a few moments. "It turns out that if you don't actually fuck, you don't come back. I stayed there for two whole days rather than a few hours."

"Wait, so you didn't have sex for two days?" Richard was on his feet. "How on Earth did you cope?"

Setting one coffee before Chelsea and passing a water to Richard, Coraline relaxed with her own coffee and grinned at her boss, defying all natural order for how a beak should be able to move. "I didn't say I didn't have sex, just that I didn't fuck." To seal the gag, she licked from one side of her beak to the other.

Richard gasped. "With a woman?"

"What? No." Coraline sipped her coffee. "With a mare."

It took a moment for Richard's mind to compute that that still meant female. "But guys still get you hard as a rock?"

Sighing, Coraline nodded.

"Way more info than I needed to know, but I can't talk now I've joined this little house of sin." Chelsea calmly sipped her coffee and let out a happy sigh. "But… I'm a witch. I'm meant to be free of spirit and welcoming of all."

"Did Steven give you a good welcoming?" Richard asked.

"Her blush says so." Coraline smiled, then turned as she heard more footsteps entering the club. "Oh, hi Steven, Celeste. Can I get you a drink? Coffee?"

Steven just needed one look at Chelsea's blushing features and he had a pretty good idea what the topic was before he interrupted it. "Just a coke will do me. How goes, everyone?"

"Same, thanks," Celeste said.

"Ahem. I'd like to caudally invite you all to be at my rebirth ceremony tonight." Richard squirmed in place a little at the thought of what he was going to do. "I plan to have a bit of a ceremony and a party afterwards."

"A ceremony?" Chelsea's eyes brightened and her embarrassment fell by the wayside. "Did you want a certified witch to officiate?"

"Why have a witch when I could have a witch-unicorn? Oh, but then you'd be stuck too." Richard's initial excitement waned a little.

Trying to not argue herself into going through with becoming a unicorn full-time, Chelsea let out a sigh. "I'm not ready for that yet, but I can still help."

"We all can." As he circled the bar, Steven walked right up to Richard and kissed him on the cheek. "That's to get rid of your sad expression. This should be the second-happiest day of your life."

Surprised at the kiss, Richard felt his mood practically bubbling. "With more kisses like that, it already is."

"Won't this get in the way of our little show?" Celeste asked.

"A little, but I can adapt that. Besides, we get one more night together as man and woman before we correct one of those things forever!" Richard let out a little whine of excitement. Reaching out, he pulled Steven, Celeste, and Chelsea into a hug and squeezed them. "You guys are the best!"

"Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, but I'm not a guy," Chelsea said.

Richard giggled—actually giggled—and squeezed again. "I can fix that!"

Squirming his way from the hug, Steven found a stool beside Richard and sat down. "So, any plans for the day?"

"I was actually thinking of going out for lunch somewhere. Maybe order some fish." The moment she so much as thought the word, Coraline's mouth was watering. The very idea of going and getting a piece of fish and a nice light salad made her tummy grumble. "Okay, that's a definite. Anyone else want to come?"

Celeste brightened. "You know what, I could definitely handle a girls-only lunch. Chelsea?"

"Oh, uh." Chelsea's mind raced. She'd never been big on doing girl things with friends—mostly because where she lived didn't have a lot of others around. "Sure." But, given one was her cousin and one was a lover (she blushed a little at the thought), she felt it could be fun.

Richard chatted with the girls, but they all piled out the door minutes later and left him with Steven—while various of his employees started prepping the club for the evening. "Soooo. How was it?"

Knowing full well what Richard was asking, Steven let out a sigh. "What do you want to hear, that even now I can't stop thinking about how amazing it was?"

"Yes."

Steven grinned and sipped at the coffee Coraline had left. "Well, now that you bring it up, it was a lot of fun. I'm not sure if I could deal with being that sensitive all the time, but—"

"Want to get the full experience right now—wings and all?" Richard asked.

"Damn you."

"Is that a yes?"

"Damn you, yes." Defeat had never felt so good for Steven. "But you have to be gentle."

"'Gentle'? Steven, whatever did you expect we'd—" Richard was cut short by another kiss, this one more direct and lips-to-lips. "Mmmm…" Reaching out an arm, Richard pulled himself (because Steven was just enough bigger than him to make things go that way) toward Steven and melted against him.

The kiss had been so sudden and such an emotional response, that Steven pulled Richard a little tighter against him. His enjoyment of the kiss surprised him, and it surprised him further when one of Richard's hands found his rear and the other slid against his groin.

Richard was in pure bliss. Held tight and kissed by a stronger man—publicly—was another of his thrills and his own groin was getting tight to mach Steven's (that he could clearly feel). For a second, however, he needed to break the embrace. "Ffff. I want you like this, first."

"Give me directions." Steven reached his hands under Richard's rear and lifted. It was a move he'd done with girls often enough, but the feel of his own hardening shaft pressed against Richard's was a new thrill.

Squealing in excitement, Richard clung to Steven and turned his head to look back with one eye. "Just take the lift up. Oh, we'll need my key. Front pock—"

"You get the key out while I pin you to the wall of the lift, okay?" Any heterosexuality Steven had left was already in tatters, not that he cared. He'd been with Richard as a pony and as a man before, this was just taking things to a bit more full-on level.

When Steven's body crashed into his in the lift, Richard let out a little moan. For several moments, as the other man made small humping motions against him, Richard couldn't even think far enough to get his keys out.

"Richard?" Steven's voice was low and hungry. "Richard!"

"Huh? Oh! Keys!" Fumbling with his pocket, Richard got his keys out just as Steven humped against him again. "That's really distracting."

"Yeah." Steven humped again and watched Richard fumble to get the key into the lock and press the penthouse button. "That's why I'm doing it."

"Y-You've had—I mean you've done—" Richard bit back his repeated attempts to speak as each was demolished by another hump of Steven's hips. "Why am I babbling like a schoolgirl on her first date? What are your plans?"

"I'm not completely sure yet. I figure I fuck you, you give me your plug and let me impale you on a horse cock, then I suck you off. Maybe the other way around." When the lift dinged and opened, there was a small hallway that had two doors opposite each other.

"Left, then first right. Unless you want to—to do me on the—Ugh! Why am I so nervous?"

"Because this is your last day as a human. I get to fuck you, then know that my dick was the last one in your butt." Steven followed the directions and found a large bed with the softest-looking covers he'd ever seen.

The reality of Steven's words sunk in for Richard. When that plug was put in—and left in—it would fuse with him. No more anal fun—ever. He opened his mouth to say something, not sure what, only to have all the breath shoved out of him by Steven letting go of his rear over the bed.

"Where's the plug?" Steven asked.

Stretching his arms above his head, Richard pointed one toward his dresser. "Do you want me to strip for you?"

It was tempting. Everything Steven knew about Richard told him that the guy would make any striptease the most sexy thing ever. "Nah, I can do that." Walking around the bed, he picked up the toy. "And none of your tricks yet. I'll be putting you in, don't worry, just let me play first."

"Are you talking to my butt plug?"

"Yes. I want to make sure we're both on the same wavelength here." Leaning over Richard, Steven started to unbutton Richard's shirt, working down from the top—occasionally stroking a finger along the soft, hairless chest and abs underneath. "I probably would have torn it off if I didn't suspect it costs more than my car."

"Idon'tcare!" Richard's voice was squeaking. He couldn't believe how much he was getting turned on by a guy he'd thought mostly straight taking a top position with him. "W-What are you—" He bit his lower lip as Steven undid his belt and began to peel down the leather pants Richard wore.

"You're like a treat, Richard. You know those really good boxed chocolates? You know the one where it's like hard chocolate outside, then ganache, and then a cashew in the middle?" Steven waited for Richard to nod. "I'm just sucking on chocolate right now—looking for the next layer of stickiness."

Richard looked up at Steven with a deadpan stare. "That was simultaneously both the silliest and hottest fucking thing I've ever heard."

"Think that's good, Richard?" Steven pulled the guy's pants and briefs down. "Now I've just found there's two nuts."

For a second Richard managed not to laugh, but then a giggle came out. The giggle led to more laughter, but when Steven crouched down and licked one of his balls, Richard's laughter devolved into a happy sigh.

Steven nuzzled and licked at Richard's balls, letting the musky male scent fill his nostrils before moving upward. "Oh, there's more than just nuts. Is this all for me?"

Richard seemed trapped between giggles and moans. Steven was cracking terrible jokes between intimate moments, and the moments were wonderful. "Are you—are you just going to lick it?"

Reaching up along Richard's legs, Steven stroked his fingers over tightly-muscled thighs and up—passing by either side of Richard's groin and stroking his abdominal muscles. "That was the plan, unless you wanted something more?"

Feeling more and more squirmy and bottomy by the second, Richard bit his lower lip. "M-More would be good."

Steven moved like he'd trained for this. He slid his hips up between Richard's knees, then further until his own hard shaft slid along Richard's. "Now, what will I do here? It's your last day as a human male, and I get to teach you what this stallion has learned." Spitting into his hands, Steven reached down between them and clutched both their dicks tight together.

The first stroke, combined with Steven's little thrust, drove Richard wild.

Waiting until he had a good bit of lube going, Steven started to thrust more firmly. He stopped stroking them and just used the movement of his shaft against Richard's to get the other guy's engine revving. "Where's your lube?"

Richard shook his head, not able to reply at first. "L-Lube?" Steven hadn't stopped, which proved to be an amazing distraction for Richard. "I-I-In the cabinet beside—beside my bed."

Letting go and standing up, Steven looked down at Richard and smiled at how happy the guy looked. When their eyes met, however, the happy was revised to horny. "Hold that look."

Walking over to where he'd found the butt plug, Steven opened the top drawer and snorted at the array of toys inside. "Giving all these up for a single butt plug, Richard?"

Richard watched as Steven lifted out the big bottle of lube and started walking back. "For the perfect body? Yeah. How do you want me?"

"Trussed up and helpless is what you want to hear, but I'm not into that." Steven's eyes had noticed the ring-bolts mounted into the wooden bedposts. "So I'll just take you on your hands and knees. Scoot up a bit too."

Rolling over and perking his butt in the air, Richard wobbled his hips as he crawled forward on the bed. When Steven was behind him, he looked back over his shoulder and winked.

"I'm kinda new at this bit. How much do you need?" Steven asked, pumping lube into his hand and working it over his shaft. The feel of the warming goop on his glans made a shiver run up his spine. "Shit, what is this stuff?"

"Special. Self-warming when it hits the air. Get a dollop on your fingers and work it into me. Get enough of it in, and do whatever you want." Richard wasn't lying. He'd handled guys bigger than Steven before, and was perfectly fine with a little soreness besides.

Gathering more of the stuff on his hand, Steven smeared a little against Richard's rear, rubbing it around his anus and working his fingers up against the ring. "Hope this is enough for you." His fingers slid in amazingly easy. There was pressure, but nothing like the tight grip he expected.

Richard was in bliss. Invaded, he arched his spine and gently squeezed at Steven's fingers as he finger fucked Richard's ass.

"Ready?" Steven drew his fingers out of the tight furnace Richard's ass had become and he stroked the guy's rump.

"Yea—" Not even getting to finish, Richard's whole body hummed with excitement as Steven pushed into him. Just a little at first, but the girth was enough to make his smile spread into the biggest, silliest, happiest grin ever.

"You're so much tighter than—" Steven bit back his words mostly because Richard was tighter than any girl he'd been in. He drew back a bit and then pushed forward again, repeating the process until his groin pressed firmly against Richard's rear. "Now, this is something I'm probably going to have to make up a name for."

Richard, caught in a happy delirium of being stuffed full of dick, looked back in time to see Steven bending forward on his back—the butt plug in one hand. "Wait, you're going to—?" His eyes widened as Steven reached behind himself, positioned the butt plug, and pushed it in.

The first thing Richard felt was soft, fuzzy fur against his rear, and then Steven started to grow. "Oh fuuuuuuuuu…" His eyes closed as he felt Steven's shaft grow and reshape. The feel of the thing pushing deeper, the flared end teasing all sorts of sensitive parts inside him, drove Richard into a low and hungry moan.

Steven felt huge inside Richard. The previous tightness was now a clamp around his shaft—his super-sensitive shaft. "Fuck. Why did you make this so—so sensitive?" As more of his body changed, Steven felt his legs and arms shorten and grow hooves. He also felt the wings sprouting from his shoulders and flopping outward from there.

Confident on his back hooves, Steven wrapped his forelegs around Richard's waist as best he could and started to fuck in earnest.

Richard was beyond horny by now. He'd expected a confident but inexperienced guy to stumble through topping him, what he'd gotten was a wild stallion with a dick as big as any he'd ever taken before pounding him into a whimpering, gloriously happy puddle of bliss. His arms wobbled and gave way, leaving him face down and ass up for the pounding of his life.

Flapping his wings weakly, Steven focused on humping against the raised ass under him, plowing his shaft into Richard's well-lubed depths again and again. He wasn't big enough to completely cover Richard's rump, but with the tool he was driving into Richard, he didn't need to be.

It became harder and harder for Steven to think straight. All his focus went to pounding Richard until it became an utter surprise when he felt something change. His body started into the final stretch and he could feel his balls start to tingle and jostle as they readied a load.

Having felt Steven's shaft swell up a little more, Richard became even noisier in his appreciation of the great reaming he was receiving. He could feel as the flare of Steven's shaft seemed intent on stretching him to his capacity, even as the length of the shaft seemed to poke at things inside him he'd never had prodded before. His hips rocked in time to Steven's thrusts, and even as those motions became erratic he kept up his moans.

It became impossible to even follow along with what his body was doing. Steven's thinking mind was out to lunch while his body knew exactly what it wanted. He slammed himself into Richard as his balls began to supply his prostate with a fresh batch of sperm where it mixed with other fluids and, finally, was shot down his shaft at a high rate of speed.

The feel of the stallion on him unloading was the final straw for Richard. He'd had plenty of anal orgasms in his life, but nothing compared to the current one. It was like nothing existed for him except Steven and the seeming gallons of hot foal batter that exploded inside him.

Humping even through his orgasm, Steven flapped his wings as hard as he could, which resulted in little upward pressure so much as they drove him forward in repeated shoves that made each hump into a double-thrust.

But, for both of them, the moment of climax couldn't last forever. Steven's body eventually slowed and eased into the post-coital bliss that had him slumping atop Richard's lower back and ass.

Panting and making soft, hungry noises under their breath, both Steven and Richard felt spent and relieved.

For Richard it was a surprising moment. He could feel a sticky patch on his sheets under him—confirmation of how good his partner had been. When he tried to say something, the motion of his diaphragm caused his colon to tremble around the invading shaft—stealing his breathe away and making him just sigh in bliss. At last he managed, "Words are hard."

Steven giggled and nuzzled at Richard's back, rubbing the edges of his new teeth along the soft skin there like a cat would. It took him a few minutes of doing that to remember that it was how felines scent-marked things.

"So, you like this one then?" Richard asked at last, finally trusting his voice enough to speak properly.

Steven felt every flex of Richard's body as he spoke, and a few more he was sure was just Richard clenching around him. "It's fun, I'll give it that. I still don't know if it's what I'd like to be full-time."

Richard liked the little pausing and faltering in Steven's voice, it meant the Kegel flexing was working. "But you are thinking of going full-time?"

"Yeah. Well, kinda. I'm pretty sure it's something to do with the magic of the things. Every time I take one out it leaves me aching to have it back and keep it in." Reaching around Richard's belly with his wings, Steven clung to him tightly. "I like this, though. This butt is mine now."

The feel of Steven inside him—still hard—was starting to leave Richard wanting more. He looked back at the pony his friend had become and his heart melted. "You're giving me second thoughts, you know."

"Oh?"

"It's a lot to give up. I've almost always bottomed, it's what I love to do. The plugs not coming out again and leaving me stuffed is nice, but I'd be giving up… well, this." Richard flexed his Kegel muscles again and rippled them down Steven's shaft.

Steven had to grit his teeth to not surrender and start humping again. "B-Bottomed?"

"What I'm doing now. Letting you have your way with me is called bottoming. The catcher to your pitcher." Feeling Steven's shaft start to twitch and grow back to its full size again, Richard maintained the massage. "There's another term, you know. Power bottom."

Feeling like he wanted to hump, Steven instead just clung to Richard and let the rippling muscles of Richard's anus slowly bring his pleasure up. "Is that—ffffuck—Is that what you're doing now?"

"Sexy and observant. I'll have to give you a gold star later."

Squeezing his eyes closed and just holding on for dear life, Steven asked, "Is a gold star the same as a blowjob?"

"What?" Richard stopped and looked back at Steven. "Of course not. A gold star is when you give me a blowjob."

Steven's body suddenly went into overdrive. The thought of giving a blowjob got him worked up even more than the tight massage Richard's rear was giving him, and without much more prompting he shot a second load into Richard's rear.

The feel of more hot stallion seed flooding his colon had Richard squirming on the bed, but he didn't get off this time. He waited a little bit for Steven to settle down and stop unloading before shaking his butt a few times. "Alright, big guy, time to get out of there. Two shots and we swap."

"W-What?" Richard's movements made Steven aware of what he wanted, even if his words hadn't. Carefully, he pulled back an inch at a time until his flare pulled free of Richard with a lewd pop. When he felt a pair of hands on each side of his belly, Steven got out one gasp before he was picked up.

"Come on, let's clean up together, then we can see about more fun." Richard found Steven's weight a lot easier to deal with and turned him over—cradling the stallion on his back.

"This feels wrong. Getting carried like this, I mean. What do you mean cleaned up, anyway?" Squirming a little, Steven eventually gave up trying to find a way out of Richard's arms and just settled for looking up at him.

"Well, you shot me full of your foal batter, Steven, and that's going to come out at some point. Do you know what happens when you pack in that much liquid and then fart?" Richard grinned as he saw Steven's face blush red visibly under his fur. "I think you worked it out. So I'm going to see about getting rid of your little swimmers, clean you up, and then we can see about round two."

Now Steven squirmed for a new reason. First, he wanted to see what clean you up entailed, and second he wanted to get to this round two. "So, gold star?"

"If you're careful with those fangs, I think we can swing that." Richard stepped into his bathroom and carried Steven to the Jacuzzi that was filled and heated. "There's a heavy-duty filter on this when you turn the jets on. Get in there and hold on tight." Richard crouched down, kissed Steven on the nose first and then the tip of his still-a-little-rubbery dong, then inverted him and dumped him in the spa.

The sudden soaking felt good, as did the heat as it soaked into Steven. "Ooh. A pony could get used to this."

"Tell me about it. I spent an hour last night frolicking in there, splashing my wings and stuff. Here, let me get you some bubbles." Richard tapped away on the controls and, with a soft bass hum, the water jets came to life. "If I were you, I'd position yourself so one of those jets shoots along the underside of your dong."

"Really?"

Turning and sitting on the comode, Richard snorted. "Really, really. Trust me on—"

"Oooh fuck!" Doing just as Richard said, Steven's senses melted as his shaft grew rock hard again in seconds.

"… that. Guess you figured it out." He watched Steven lose himself to humping at the water jet, ignoring as best he could what was happening to his own body. Richard liked being filled, but hated giving up his prize.

Steven's body didn't know how to reason, but it could connect cause and effect. Right now he was effecting the heck out of a rising orgasm that was sure to cause a mess. When Richard splashed into the water beside him, he was just reaching his peak and humping as hard as he could into the pressurized water.

Reaching over to Steven, Richard brought his hand up under the stallion and took a firm grip of his shaft. "Gotcha."

Feeling more than a little drunk with pleasure, Steven looked over at Richard and smiled at him goofily. "Nah, now I got you again." Stepping away from the jet of water was hard, mostly because he wanted nothing more than to just spend the whole day in the tub testing the filter, but Richard had done a lot for him so far, and Steven wanted to return the favor. "About that gold star…"

Shimmying so that his rear was on a high enough step that his groin was clear of the water, Richard smiled at Steven. "After what you gave me in there, it should be two gold stars."

"Sure." Steven had a little trouble keeping his footing in the tub, and moving around to get between Richard's legs meant he had to give up his footing completely and just paddle. When the water started to shove him around too much, however, he reached out and grabbed Richard's legs with his wings and used them to pull himself closer.

"Clever little bat. I was stuck floating around and trying to paddle for nearly twenty minutes before I realized I could reach the side with my wings." Richard angled his hips so his growing erection crested the water.

"And what did you do when you you figured that out?" Steven asked, and licked at Richard's circumcised crown just once.

Richard had to blink away the stars he saw at that first contact. When the second lick came, he had an immediate repeat and lost track of his senses until he felt something brush more firmly against his tip. It was soft at first, but there was the feel of something hard. Snapping his eyes open, he saw Steven rubbing his cheek against it—the sides of his teeth grazing the most sensitive flesh. "If—if you don't stop that, I'm going to lose it in your face."

The edge of fear and excitement Steven heard caused him to look up at Richard with wide-eyed surprise. "Was it these?" He opened his mouth, yawning to show off the fangs he sported. Through his grip on Richard's legs, Steven felt a tremor.

"L-Like knives…" Steven's mouth had completely mesmerized Richard. He couldn't look away from every flash of white or flick of tongue.

"And you like knives?" No clue exactly where he was going, Steven only knew that Richard seemed to be far more focused and horny now—fixated. "Like delicate knives that I am in full control of?" Leaning down, he carefully brushed his cheek against Richard's head again, letting his fangs brush the glans.

The touch and implied—but controlled—danger had Richard both frozen in place and unbelievably horny. His fingers sank into the soft padding at the edge of the tub and pressed it until he could feel the hard surface it was attached to underneath. He didn't dare reply for fear of what would come from his throat—a moan, a whimper, or a declaration of undying love.

Opening his mouth slowly, Steven let Richard's shaft press to the side of his mouth to feel his fangs as they parted. He used his tongue to test the tip of his lower fang, dragging it over the tip to find that, while sharp, it wouldn't break the skin. Carefully, using his tongue to guide it, he drew Richard's shaft into his mouth by trailing it over his lower fang.

Panting, Richard watched as Steven slowly engulfed his shaft and sealed his lips around the base of it. He could still feel those elongated canines brush the sides of him whenever Steven moved his muzzle a little, and it had him aching for more. "K-Kinda like that, yeah."

Drawing his mouth back slowly, Steven let his fangs brush Richard's length repeatedly until he finally pulled free. "Got your motor going, huh? You seem tense, you should relax a little. This is meant to be fun." Pushing forward again, Steven let his lips and tongue work while his fangs made slight touches from time to time.

When Steven started to slide his mouth up again, Richard expected him to lift free again, but he was delighted that the teasing had grown into an actual blowjob. As Steven came back down on him, Richard closed his eyes to focus on the sensation.

But Richard couldn't stay that way for long. Steven wasn't an expert in blowjobs, but he was proving to be a very gifted beginner. Looking down at him, Richard shivered and trembled each time he felt the touch of a fang against his shaft.

His orgasm, when it came, ripped through Richard like a thunderstorm—a huge tropical tornado that was focusing down to his groin. His nails dug into the padding and he arched his spine. His balls started to swell further than the arousal he'd already felt had made them, and when Steven's mouth came down again and didn't let go, he lost himself to the passion completely.

It was wasn't common for him to give a blowjob at all, but as a pony Steven had a particularly interesting time of it. Richard's shaft barely passed the back of his snout, which meant taking all of him in was far easier than if he'd been human.

Steven felt as Richard's excitement grew and held on tighter with his wings so he could keep up his grip on Richard's length. When, finally, Richard started to loose his seed, Steven couldn't help but purr in excitement around his prize.

Richard, like all men, couldn't keep things up for long. His body slumped a little onto the soft bench in the tub and he started to relax. "Steven, for a guy who was mostly straight, you suck dick like a champion. Wait, what are you—?"

Lunging forward, Steven embraced Richard's rib cage with his forelegs and hooked one wing up to the guy's shoulder. Humping forward, his shaft sandwiched between them and stroked along Richard's. "Sorry, but those water jets got me worked up, and you're not helping—but now you are."

Still sensitive from his climax, Richard held onto the side of the tub with his arms stretched out to the sides and widened his legs a little. "It's okay, Steven." The sight—let alone the feel—of Steven using him to get off was enough to sate Richard's desire for a dominant partner. It wasn't BDSM, but he still enjoyed how his lover was using him.

Steven reached up with his other wing and grabbed Richard's other shoulder so he could hump more forcefully. When he heard Richard's voice devolve into groans and moans, he sped up—taking it as encouragement.

Working himself into a frenzy quickly, Steven could feel Richard's shaft harden again and, lubed from the blowjob, the extra sensation had him climbing the ladder toward orgasm quickly.

Richard moaned and was defeated by his orgasm first. His shaft—so recently having unloaded—was not yet fully ready for more such action and so he barely let loose anything. He definitely felt when Steven countered with his own orgasm. A hot rush of fluid blossomed between them, squelching in Steven's fur and making a mess of both their bodies. Letting go of the tub, Richard wrapped his arms around Steven and hugged him tight.

Author's Note

Ask Princess Twilight: As you have heard from Starlight's report that trans-human might be coming to Equestria more often in the future, what are you plans to handle that?

"The only details I've heard so far are that she's made contact with an inhabitant of the town and is investigating further." Twilight, sitting larger than life on her throne, looked a little awkward with the situation. She finally slumped, and in the same voice she'd had when she was still a unicorn said, "I hope she's okay."

So I do this "Ask X" thing. X can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and they will definitely, hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories, and they will answer the best question in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer. Try to keep it to one question per post! They will pick one question per chapter.

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