Culture Shock

Nick kept thinking back to Cadance's maid, the stallion in the dress. Were these ponies expecting him to be like that too? How much allowance would they make for him being an alien?

It seemed that there were plenty who wouldn't take kindly to him acting like a real man, but then, he had never really been like that. All his attempts at it were just bravado, him trying to make himself more impressive than he really was. But these ponies didn't want that, they wanted the meek and girly version of him, that was the real Nick. No one had ever actively teased him about it growing up, but he knew they were still thinking it.

And now that everything was flipped around, he didn't know if he'd be able to unlearn that shame. Or if he even wanted to. Goddamn, it sucked living in a society.

He took out a piece of paper and sketched a little person, made it look kind of like himself. He drew the figure in a dress. He stared at the drawing. Next to it he added a horse with a big ol' penis. He tore the paper up and threw the pieces in the trash. It was hard to see himself like that. Even in private, he'd never had the balls to try his sister's skirts on. He'd thought about it a few times, though.

There was a lot of paper in the desk in the little room they'd given him. He guessed it made sense, since they didn't have computers. But he didn't let that stop him from taking out a couple more sheets, pushing the whole girly, sissy, whatever thing to the back of his mind, and drawing some of his ideas for games. That tour actually had been pretty cool, he'd gotten so many ideas from what he learned about Equestria.

For the first time since he had come there, he was able to lose himself in the flow of drawing and planning and writing. It was always satisfying to see things take shape on the page. Sure, he felt a twinge of disappointment that none of it would go anywhere until Equestria invented video games, but then he had notebooks full of ideas that had never gone anywhere for all kinds of other reasons.

It occurred to him that he probably had a decent shot at just being an artist here. There were probably plenty of ponies who would pay for pieces of human culture. It wasn't exactly what he had imagined doing with his life, but it wasn't too far from it either. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.

It also occurred to him that he was hungry and that it was dark outside. The whole day had flown by. He stood up and started wondering where he would be able to get some food, when he spotted a tray that had appeared near the door at some point. Having servants all over the place was something he was never going to get used to. Not that he was complaining, it was good food.

He thought about drawing some more as he ate, but his mind had phased back into normal reality, and the effort of all that work made itself apparent. Tiredness came crashing down on him. "Tomorrow," he thought, and climbed into bed. In another first for his new life in Equestria, he didn't have to lie awake with his thoughts, but fell asleep instantly.

He dreamed. He was dressed like a girl, in a dress and high heels. A voice was calling him a faggot, jeering. He was laying on the ground, cringing. Suddenly there was someone standing over him, between him and the taunting voices. They reached out their hand, and helped him to his feet. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, holding him protectively. His vision filled with pink, then his mouth too.

It was still dark. There was a clock in the room, but he couldn't see it. Nick felt like he was awake, but he couldn't be sure that wasn't a dream too; he was floating in empty blackness. He could feel his body, feel the bed, but there was nothing else. He lay there for an undefinable time, replaying the hazy fragments of his dream. He was no psychologist, but he didn't need to be to see that it was telling him something. He still didn't know how he felt about the message, but if his own brain was telling him the same thing all these ponies were...

He woke up again and it was truly morning. Despite his strange dreams, he felt better rested than he had in a long time. He didn't even feel the temptation of his normal habit of staying in bed enjoying the warmth. He got up and paced around the room.

He surveyed everything he had done the day before, trying to remember exactly where he left off. This was interrupted by a gentle knocking at the door. A mare stood there when he answered. She had a light purple mane and was wearing a necklace with a blue heart on it. She actually bowed to him when he opened the door. It was a strange feeling, he'd never had anyone do that.

"Princess Cadance sent me to make sure you have a good morning," she said. She looked at him in that same strange way as the various other mares he'd run into, and he finally put the pieces together from what Cadance had told him and realized that she was thinking about whether or not she wanted to fuck him. While he was figuring that out she continued talking. "I've brought you breakfast," she levitated a tray piled with food into the room, "and a little present. The Princess noticed your habit of wearing clothes all the time, and thought you might like some new ones." That statement was followed by a package wrapped in tissue paper floating into his arms.

"Oh, uh, thank you," Nick said. He took the package, wondering where the hell she had gotten clothes that would fit him. She was right though, only having one outfit was starting to get a bit inconvenient.

"If you don't mind, may I see how you look in it? So I can tell the Princess? She's quite impatient for your meeting tonight."

More like she wanted to check him out in it. Damn, it felt good to have someone actually interested in him. Of course, there was a little nagging voice in the back of his mind reminding him exactly how she wanted to fuck him, but the sheer novelty of the feeling was so exciting that he ignored it. Besides, it wasn't like he was actually going to do anything with her. "Sure. Just, give me a second to get changed." He gently closed the door.

He walked over to the bed, put the package down, and tore it open. He lifted the clothes inside, holding them out at arms length to get a good view.

That was a dress.

It was yellow, with a flower pattern. He was holding a dress. And not somebody else's dress either, a dress meant for him.

He closed his eyes. This was just what guys wore here, it was normal. His clothes were getting dirtier by the day and he desperately needed new ones. It was a choice between wearing this and going naked. Still, he hesitated. Nick took a deep breath, stripped off his clothes, and slid the dress over his head. At least it wasn't pink. The yellow fabric came down to his knees. Somehow, it fit perfectly, at least the top part; he couldn't help but feel undressed without anything wrapping around his legs. It was going to take some getting used to, that was for sure.

He kept telling himself that, that he just had to get used to it as he went back to the door to show the pony who brought it. "Tada," he said weakly, opening the door.

She whistled when she saw him, looking him up and down. "You look good. It's too bad Cadance called first dibs on you, or I'd have some fun right now." She bit her lip, "I'd better leave before I lose control." She walked away stiffly; Nick got a glimpse of her boner.

He didn't pay much attention to that. He was more focused on the compliments she had given him. No one had ever said those kinds of things about him. It was so very satisfying. If the dress could do that, then maybe he could handle a dress.

He walked around the room a few times, acclimating to the feeling of it, and the idea of being pretty, wanted. It honestly wasn't bad, he got used to it faster than he was expecting. Of course, there was no one around to see him at the moment, so that helped.

That day passed productively as well, though a little less than the one before. Nick kept looking down at himself and his dress. As the afternoon went on, he felt himself getting nervous. Cadance had revealed a lot at their last meeting. He had no idea what the coming one might entail. He was ready for anything.

He jumped when the knock on the door finally came. The pony there told him the Princess was ready for him, and he dutifully followed. His palms were sweaty. One step at a time, he moved himself forward toward... whatever was waiting.

Ponies stared as they walked, that was nothing new. But there was something different about how they stared. It was even more predatory, a few even catcalled him. It was flattering to get so much attention, but he was still glad for the escort.

He didn't think he'd ever seen a smile as warm as the one Cadance greeted him with when he finally arrived.

"How's the new dress? I hope you like it, you look so pretty in it." She cooed at him.

Nick felt himself blush. "T-thank you. It's not what I normally wear, but I think I'm getting used to it." He didn't know what he would have told her if he didn't feel that way, but lying was something he was very happy to avoid.

"I'm glad to hear that. I know it's always refreshing for me to try out a new outfit.

"Now, why don't we move somewhere more comfortable for our chat? I plan to be more detailed than yesterday." There was the slightest of pauses in her last sentence. She motioned for him to follow her, and led him off from the room they had me in, and into a bedroom.

Cadance stepped up onto the enormous, luxurious bed and stretched herself out on it.

"Come on, join me," she said. But Nick couldn't manage more than to sit on the edge, his hands folded politely in his lap. She giggled at him.

She composed herself. "So, I am not just a Princess, I am the Princess of Love. Something I hope you will find here in Equestria. And so I want to make sure that you are prepared, know what is expected of you."

"In the bedroom?" Nick finished.

The look on her face answered his question well before she said "Yes."

"There's no need to worry. I'm doing this because I want to make sure you get a gentle introduction to pleasing mares. If you think you're ready, that is."

He nodded. His heart was pounding. Was he hearing her right? Were they about to have sex? "Yeah! That's—thank you."

"Wonderful. First, the most important part of a mare for you is her cock." Cadance rolled over and spread her legs to show him her own. It was only half erect, but still the size of his forearm. "Just touch mine, to start."

It was a dick—a lot more dick than he had expected his first time to involve. But somehow he didn't mind. Maybe he was just that desperate. Maybe her being a horse was enough to get past all his hangups. Maybe he just wasn't as straight as he thought he was, maybe Cadance was so alluring that that didn't matter. He reached out and grabbed her shaft. It quickly stiffened to it's full length and hardness in his hand.

He was familiar with the feel of his own dick, but this was something else. It wasn't just that it was bigger, there was a new dimension to the warmth of her flesh, the firmness. He did about the only thing he knew how to do with a cock and started stroking.

Cadance moaned. "Oh, those hands feel amazing. No wonder Twilight likes Spike so much."

That distracted him. "Who?"

"Just some relatives of mine. You'll meet them soon. Ungh, you're going to make a lot of friends with those hands. I'm tempted to let you make me cum just like this." Her tip glistened with precum already. "But, you don't want to be a one trick pony. How much experience do you have with blowjobs?"

"None." He had never thought about giving a blowjob before, but he suddenly felt embarrassed to say so.

"That's alright. We all have to start somewhere. Luckily for you, I'm one of the few straight mares who's actually sucked a dick other than her own, so I can coach you."

Was it his imagination, or did her dick look even bigger now that he thought about fitting in him? "I don't think it's going to fit."

"Just relax. Take it slow, I'm not expecting you to deepthroat me. Try just licking me. I promise I taste good~" Cadance reassured him.

It worked. Her voice was so calm and caring that the calmness passed into him. He felt protected around her.

There was a brief moment where he realized that he was taking a step down a path he could not turn back from. With Cadance watching over him, he felt no hesitation in taking that step. He leaned forward, and touched her dick to his lips. He kissed her on the tip of the cock, he licked up some of her pre. It all happened automatically, like he had been born for this. A heavy, heady scent of musk that he hadn't noticed before crept into his senses.

She had told him to lick, so he licked. All around her head. Then he started exploring down the shaft. She looked so proud of him—and so pleased. For his part, cock tasted so much better than he ever would have thought. He got more and more into it as he went on. He rubbed his whole face against her. His own cock was pitching a tent on his dress.

Her hoof tapped the back of his head. "You're doing very well, but it's time to make me cum." She guided him back up to her head. "Focus there. Put as much of it in your mouth as you can—but no teeth."

Simple enough instructions, but it still felt like a lot to take in to his dick-addled mind. He wrapped his lips around her, it was like trying to fit his fist in his mouth. The precum that had been flowing out of her coated his tongue in salty flavor. Oh God, he could feel her heartbeat through his lips. He slurped on her. His hands stayed below, working her shaft. He didn't think about what he was doing, he did what made her twitch, moan, her eyes twinkle.

"Ooooh, fuck. You're a natural." Cadance said. She said a lot of things, all of them compliments. His enthusiasm grew and grew. He wasn't even touching it, but he was sure his own cock was going to start blasting any second.

When she finally said "I'm going to cum. Nick, you're going to make me cum!" it sent a shiver through his body. Even with the warning he was taken off guard by how suddenly it Happened.

Her cock pulsed. A swell shot through his hands and mouth. And then the cum came. The first spurt filled his mouth and forced him to recoil, gagging, choking. But his hands held on, and so the rest covered his body, soaking through his dress, gluing it to his skin. There was never any thought of spitting out the portion in his mouth. Even though he was sputtering, he swallowed it down. It thickly coated his throat, making him thirsty for more to wash it down.

He fell back onto the bed, gasping. Everything was racing. He glanced over at Cadance. She didn't look as breathless as him, but she was panting a little, and had a relaxed, satisfied look on her face.

Their moment didn't last long. A new voice intruded. "Oh, this must be the human you were talking about." A white stallion stood in the doorway.

Nick was just starting to get used to the dress. But being in a dress and covered in cum in front of someone else was definitely out of his comfort zone. A wave of self-consciousness washed away all the horniness that had been propelling him.

"You're right. This is Nick. I was just teaching him a few things. Nick, this is my husband, Shining Armor," Cadance said.

That really didn't help matters. Nick's stomach dropped.

And yet Shining didn't look upset to find his wife getting blown by another man. He just looked concerned. "Is he alright?"

"Nick?" Cadance said.

"I-I uh, didn't know you were married." Nick stammered.

"Hmm? Oh, I get it." Cadance turned to Shining. "Don't worry about him. From what I've gathered humans tend to be prudish." Then she addressed Nick: "I don't know just how things work where you're from, but here, we recognize that mares have needs, and that doesn't stop when we get married. Isn't that right, Shiny."

"Oh yeah," Shining said. "It's a good thing too. No way I could handle her all by myself!" He laughed.

The panic left Nick, but it was replaced by jealousy at the look the two ponies shared. But then, that was why he was there: so Cadance could teach him about love. It was more than anybody else had done.

Cadance coughed to get his attention. "I know you're on the delicate side, so I wanted to start things off slow with you. But I'd like to give you a look at some more... experienced things. What do you say, Shiny? Do you want to see how well you can handle me now that he's got me warmed up?" She was grinning at her husband.

He returned the grin. "Bring it on." He joined the other two on the bed. Cadance kissed him, then maneuvered him into position with his ass up in the air, facing Nick.

The point was for him to get a good look, it seemed. Shining's cock and balls were noticeably smaller than Cadance's, though still larger than any human's. Nick had thought Cadance was turned on before, but the look on her face now was of absolute lust. She restrained herself only for his sake, and only barely.

"This is the essence of being a stallion. This is what you're for." Cadance mounted her husband and pushed her cock into his ass. Once it was situated in his hole, she thrust forward, sinking deep, deep, deep. Shining groaned in ecstasy as it filled him up. Precum dribbled from his dick.

Nick was scared. There was no way in hell his asshole could fit something that big. But more than scared, he realized he was disappointed by that fact. He was jealous of Shining, of how Cadance held him. He wanted someone—somepony to hold him like that, lovingly and protectively. He'd always imagined that it would be nice to have a girl cuddle him.

He hadn't imagined getting pounded in the ass, but Shining was doing a pretty good job of selling him on it. He looked like he was having a great time under Cadance. The sounds he made as her dick pumped in and out of his hole were of pure pleasure. Nick still had a boner, and this sight was keeping it going strong.

Porn had always been a little weird for Nick. He liked it, but his heart had never really been in it to imagine himself as the giant dude pounding a chick at a hundred miles an hour that it usually showed. But he could see himself in Shining's place much more easily.

Shining came. He gasped even harder than he already had been. As his load dribbled from his cock, Nick could tell it was being fucked out of him by Cadance more than squirted out by his own body. It looked like it felt amazing.

Cadance cooed at him, bent her head down to kiss him. She sped up her fucking even more, before letting out her own groan and hilting herself in her husband. Her balls rested on Shining's as she blew her load in him. If it was even half as big as the one still covering Nick, he was a very full stallion. If dudes could get pregnant, this was how it would happen.

She extracted herself from her husband's ass and dismounted; he collapsed to the bed, panting. Cadance was less winded, but still breathing a little heavily.

She turned to Nick. "Well, what do you think?" She gently stroked Shining's hair.

He was thinking about getting his own ass pounded. He was already reminiscing about the taste of Cadance's dick in his mouth. He was finally imagining not being someone's boyfriend and having to act all manly and other things he was not, but being the "girlfriend", the soft, cute one. It had never worked before, when that would have meant dating a man. But mares were not men, even if they were manly.

He was thinking that maybe this was the kind of life he had wanted all along, without even realizing it.