Culture Shock

Nick shuffled down the hallway, hugging the wall, trying not to stand out too much. Not that that was an option. Everyone else around was a horse, so the lone human was bound to get looks.

How the hell was he supposed to deal with all this? The most he'd traveled before was that one summer his parents dragged him to the beach for a week. And now here he was, plopped down in the middle of an entirely different country. Not only that, but it wasn't even a human country! It was a whole kingdom of horses. They were unicorns, like his little sister used to draw, with big pointy horns on their heads. They wore clothes and talked like people (in English for some reason).

He had spent most of the first night crying. It was all too much. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know anybody, he didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't even know how he'd gotten there. All he remembered was getting lunch after class one day. Then he had been curled up on the ground, dizzy and incredibly cold, awake enough to be aware of being picked up and taken to a bed, but not anything else. In between those two moments, there was nothing. Only a big hole in his memory. He was kind of glad for that, something inside him told him he didn't want to remember.

The hall he was in was not special and did not lead anywhere particularly important; it was opulent. The floor was smooth, polished marble, so white it practically shone. That is, where it wasn't covered by the elaborately patterned carpet, miles of which stretched all throughout the castle. And that was just the floor. The walls and ceiling offered even more things for Nick to distract himself with. He needed it.

Especially when he turned a corner into a busier section of the castle. The corridor he had been in was blissfully empty and perfect for brooding in. With all these ponies milling around he was even more out of his element.

He wasn't a social guy at all, but at least back home he knew the basics of how to get along with people. But how the fuck did ponies work? He rubbed his hands together, trying to dry some of the sweat from his palms.

He took a deep breath and reminded himself that they were nice, some of them, at least. They had taken him in and given him food and a place to stay. They had a society, they weren't just going to randomly kick him to death. Probably. They didn't act like it, but he had no way to be sure.

Ponies were different from humans. Besides the whole horse thing, they came in all kinds of colors and sizes. He had no idea what any of it meant beyond vague guesses. About half of them seemed bigger than the other half. He wanted to say those were the men—or whatever the word for horse dudes was—but he couldn't tell. They mostly had longer hair, but he wasn't about to guess based on that, even if it was nice to think that suddenly his own long hair made him look manly here. It wasn't that he cared a lot about that, he was used to not feeling like a real man, it would just be nice to be one of the guys for once.

He was kidding himself and he knew it. The big ponies all walked around so confidently. He didn't need to know much about pony culture or anatomy to figure out that however it worked, they were In Charge, dominant. And that just wasn't him. No, he was more like the littler ponies, meekly scurrying around. That was what he had done most of his life. Except in games, of course, but even then, he could never bring himself to play anything but the good route. He didn't even have that now. His hands balled into fists in his pockets.

A little pony in a dress brushed passed him. Now that he thought about it, the small ones were the only ones he saw wearing clothes. That told him where he stood, he supposed. Maybe. Yeah, he was wearing clothes like the little ones but that didn't mean anything, right?

God, he just wanted to know what the fuck was going on. This was his life now, didn't he have a right to know how it would be?

There were countless doors lining the hall. He didn't know what they were all for, or even why anyone would need so many, but he didn't care at the moment. He just needed to get out of the hall, away from all those ponies. The problem wasn't even that they were all staring at him—though many were—they were all just there.

He ducked into a room at random. Anything to have a moment to himself and not be judged. With so many rooms, what were even the chances that anybody would be in there?

Better than he thought, it turned out. He barged inside to come face to face with two ponies. It would have been one thing if they were sitting at desks, or cleaning, or doing some kind of work. A little embarrassing maybe, but something even he could handle. They were not doing work. They were on top of each other, disheveled, with flushed faces. The scent of sweat and cum was in the air.

He fled, making it out the door by the time the nature of the scene fully clicked. He didn't even bother to close the door behind him. He took off down the hallway. The bright side was that his anxiety was forgotten in the embarrassment. The catch was that the embarrassment was worse. So much so, in fact, that he tried the exact same strategy again to get out of sight of all the ponies who were now definitely staring at the sprinting, panicking human.

He ran into another room. This one had a threesome going on. And these ponies did not let him interrupt them. They kept fucking, paying the intruder no heed.

Nick sat in the room they were letting him stay in. He was huddled, sitting on the floor. There were no chairs, only big cushions scattered around rooms. It was barely past noon, and the day was a write-off. He'd been curious what the big palace was like, and the ponies too. But by that he meant, what the leaders were like, and how ponies lived. Lore shit like that.

He had not been wondering how they had sex. Although now he knew that the big ponies have dicks, so that did answer his question of which were the dudes.

He couldn't get the images out of his head. Or the noises. He wasn't traumatized by the sight, it was something else. He had been in Equestria for over a week. At first the adjustment had been utterly overwhelming, he couldn't think straight, he had barely eaten or slept. It was still overwhelming, but he was starting to acclimate. And along with his appetite, his libido was returning as well. There was no way in hell that he was going to jerk off to a bunch of horses fucking, but with no porn, he had to figure out some alternative fast.

He took his dick out and closed his eyes and tried to imagine one of his crushes. The one girl in his classes, the chubby one with big boobs, always wearing a sweater no matter the weather.

They would get put together for a group project. The two of them would do the bulk of the work while the other members slacked off. They are in her dorm room late one night, putting the finishing touches on the project. They get everything done, and just sit together for a while. She tells him she's glad at least he works hard. She takes off her sweater and shirt. "Let me show you how grateful I am," she says and pushes herself on top of him. She grabs his head and kisses him; her hand reaches down and unzips his pants.

She was the one who would graduate and get a job at Nintembo, unlike him. He let go of his dick. The mood was ruined. He was creeping on a girl he'd never even see again, how pathetic was that? It was all bullshit, the guilt was supposed to come after he jerked off, not just as he was getting started.

He wasn't too keen on living in a society. Doubly so a horse society. And if he couldn't even jack off, what was the point? That was the painful thing, knowing he'd never be able to jerk it too his favorite porn stars again. For one, he didn't have any pictures or videos, but that didn't matter, because even just imagining them brought back painful memories of home, a world he was cut off from forever.

It was a long, long afternoon, and just as long an evening. Nick was very happy when he finally fell asleep. He didn't quite remember his dreams, but he got the feeling that was a good thing.

The next day he set about wandering the palace again. It was more for a lack of anything better to do than an expectation he'd find anything worthwhile.

If there was a chance of going home, it all would have been very inspiring; he was able to pass a fair amount of time thinking about what kind of games he could set in a place like this. He'd have to ask and find out about the real lore behind all the art and suits of armor and whatnot. All manner of things were depicted in the windows, but invariably some of the ponies were shown with huge erect cocks. For a society where princesses ran everything, it seemed kind of weird.

Telling what was and wasn't actually weird was getting harder though. With the majority of the ponies around him walking around naked, his own clothes were starting to feel strange. He could feel them encasing him, the drag they added to every motion. He wondered if any of them would care if he just stripped down and walked around naked. Not that he was about to do that—the staring was bad enough when they couldn't see his dong.

He managed to walk in on yet another pair of ponies fucking as he explored. They didn't pay him any more mind than any of the ones the day before. He still minded, but as he sat against a wall afterward, waiting for the panic to settle down, he started to wonder if they just didn't care. They were mostly naked anyway, what if sex wasn't a big deal either? Running into that once was an accident, but this was the third time in two days. It was just his luck that he'd end up in a world like that, and nobody was human. He'd fapped to some shameful porn in his time, but he drew the line well before horses. Not that his dick seemed to care, despite his frustration with everything, it was happily getting stiff from the thoughts running through his head. His own body was a traitor.

He stood up and set off again. He still didn't have anywhere to go, but sitting and moping was getting boring, even if he was in the mood for it. Ponies milled about, as always, busy with whatever business ponies did. There were so many of them that he had no idea if he had seen any before. The palace certainly seemed big enough that it could be filled with thousands and thousands of ponies. He was never, ever going to say it out loud, but he couldn't help but comment to himself that it felt kind of like the big Princess was compensating for something with all of it. Especially the tall, white towers visible from every window.

It was well into the afternoon then. There was at least one part of his old life he could keep doing. He retraced his steps, heading back to his room like he used to do after class. The room was as lavishly furnished as the rest of the palace, and so was stocked with paper, pens, and pencils. He sat down and tried to draw, to settle back into his old habits. Old habits, he suddenly remembered, that included getting distracted after about fifteen minutes and taking a break to masturbate.

Well, if this was the world he lived in now, and if it had as much pony sex as it seemed to, he figured he might as well get used to it. He thought back to the threesome he had walked in on the day before as he stroked himself. He imagined himself being serviced by those two petite ponies, that it was his cock they were rubbing their faces all over.

After going without for so long, he came hard. His cum shot high into the air, splattering on the desk. He was breathing hard. His sketch might have been ruined, but God he needed that. He gingerly threw the stained piece of paper away and started working on a new one. It was time to figure how to draw pony asses.