Author's Note

NSFW warning for the end of the chapter after ***. Description of that part: Wild masturbates for the first time in a long while and finds himself experiencing a sexual reawakening.

Chapter 73: Donjon

Wild stepped out of the carriage once it landed at the Canterlot Castle, the short trip's ending, thankfully, uneventful. He took some time to look around, noting that the place where the carriage landed looked like an oversized balcony, resembling a sort of airplane runway, although, of course, much shorter. This balcony-runway was connected to a stand-alone tower, which would presumably be where he’d stay for the foreseeable future.

On approach to the Canterlot Castle, he had already felt the heat of magic swirling all around the palace, indicating that it was thoroughly enchanted, no doubt with many protections, maybe some structural support, and it was possible there was self-repair as well. Now that he stood on a balcony of this particular tower, he could tell that it was enchanted stronger than the rest, shining like a bright beacon among torches and candles. This tower was also less adorned than the rest, seemed more practical.

“Welcome to the Donjon Tower,” Princess Luna told him, “This was the first tower built for the Canterlot Castle a long time ago. This is where you will be safe and, should the worst happen, others will be safe from you.”

“I can’t leave the tower?” Wild asked, already suspecting he knew the answer.

“I am afraid not without the explicit permission from me or my sister,” Luna shook her head, “I shall not mince words - you are currently dangerous to our subjects, and we must take this danger seriously. I understand making you stay away from your friends and from all that you have come to get comfortable with in this world will feel like a punishment - I assure you it is not. You will rejoin your friends and you will return to that life as soon as possible.”

Wild nodded slowly. He really could not fault the logic of keeping him like this. He could hardly think of anything better, after all. It would not be all too bad as long as he had something to read and space to exercise. That should, at least in theory, stave off boredom, at least for a time. Even then, he would have to find temporary replacements to his physical activities like swordsmanship, self-defense classes, and just walking or jogging around the Royal Orphanage. He doubted that the tower had enough space for any of that, and he had yet to see a treadmill or any other such exercise equipment in Equestria.

He reminded himself once again that this was in no way a high price to pay for what he got.

“And now,” Luna said as her horn lit up. With a quiet pop, a small silver bell appeared in front of her, which she then moved to Wild, “Take this bell. If you require assistance or have questions, ring it and someone will come. I cannot promise it will be me, but anyone who does has my full confidence in every way,” Luna emphasized, looking into his eyes, “If you trust me, then they are trustworthy as well.”

Wild nodded, accepting the bell. It had a string that allowed him to wrap it around his neck and let it dangle in front of his chest right next to the Alicorn Amulet.

“Lastly, you will be subjected to a magic scan twice a day, during morning and evening, in order to ensure nothing bad is happening to you,” Luna said, “I will also begin training you in how to handle your magic with the schedule depending on your progress and difficulties. Aside from that, you will have no obligations. Of course, food will be delivered to you as many times a day as you require. Now, do you have any questions?”

Wild thought for a moment, but not a single question came his mind right there and then, so he shook his head in response.

“Very well, then I will leave you to explore your accommodations by yourself,” Luna nodded to him, “Remember, if there is any help you need, just ring the bell.”

Soon after, Princess Luna as well as the carriage and the guards pulling it were all gone, leaving Wild standing alone on the huge balcony. He gazed at the castle, seeing how it grew from this single tower over the years, now a huge complex of many buildings, as well as a private garden that was easily visible from where he stood. It was surprisingly quiet too, but then there was no rumble of cars to contend with. Wild also suspected some spells were cast to make sure it was nice and peaceful within the Canterlot Castle.

Finally, he ventured inside, pulling open a wooden door. A living room or something of the sort was revealed to him, containing a fireplace, a couch, a desk with a low chair, a round table with seating for six, and bookshelves that were filled to the brim with various books. To the right and left of the entrance were large windows that let in the sunlight and allowed one to gaze outside, but Wild didn’t remember seeing them from the balcony. Some sort of magical trick, without a doubt, even though those windows looked perfectly real. The floor was covered in various decorated rugs, and underneath them was polished wooden floor. The ceiling was domed, showing intricate brickwork, but the walls were simple white plaster, although the bottom third was paneled with wood. From this room, four doors led to others.

The first door Wild tried led to what he would call a pool, perhaps, but it was just a rather large bath that could comfortably fit upwards of ten average ponies if Wild had to guess. What surprised him the most was the usage of wood as well as curtains at the windows - that was not what he would expect to see in a bathroom, used to tile as he was. To him, what he was seeing now looked like someone put a huge bathtub in the middle of a living room in some rich mansion. Another door led from the bathroom, showing him the toilet room, which was oversized as well. It had toilet stalls that looked out of place, and the toilets inside looked old and too decorated. Wild had a feeling that, at one point, the stalls didn’t exist, and considering that the room was circular, ponies could go about their business while talking to, well, their neighbors, so to say. Not something Wild would do, but then those were different times.

Wild returned to the living room and tried the second door. Beyond it, he found himself in a simple if slightly oversized bedroom. It contained a bed, though it was no regular bed - it had posts and a roof above it, as well as curtains. Honestly, to him it looked great, although what about the air inside once the curtains were all closed? He would probably get far too hot in it. There was also a nightstand, a wardrobe - empty, as he found out - as well as a door leading to a smaller balcony. There was another door, which led to a much more reasonable private bathroom with a separate toilet room, all decorated like the big ones.

Wild checked the other rooms and found that they perfectly mirrored the first bedroom. It was not hard to imagine six ponies living in here. What did surprise him was a lack of any stairs leading to the lower floors of this tower. Were they removed at some point? He couldn’t see anything that would stand out to him, no sort of seams or inconsistencies, so whatever was done to this tower must have been done expertly.

Overall, Wild judged all this space too much for him, but at least it was certainly big enough not to feel small and cramped. In truth, his dorm could easily fit in the space one bedroom and private bathroom took.

Wild returned to the living room and sat down on the couch, then lied down. That was as much as he could do and wanted to do at the moment, spacing out, staring at nothing in particular.

He was in Canterlot, at least temporarily living in the Canterlot Castle. Many would have likely jumped at the opportunity to experience it, but to him... This space was certainly too much. It was rather plain as far as he expected a palace to be, though he didn’t mind that. It was all, simply put, not to his taste.

However, what would he prefer? If he were honest with himself, he didn’t know an easy answer. Without a doubt, it would be something simple, something easy to clean, and something that was generally not ‘too much’. He didn’t even know if he wanted to live with anyone despite the future possibilities of relationships. All he truly wanted was peace and quiet, at least for the foreseeable future. What would happen afterwards was not something he had even had time to think about.

With a pulse from the amulet, he felt energy enter him, and he could no longer lie down. He got up and paced around the rather large room. He went around it once, twice, three times, then more. He took a look at the books, and a lot of it was something political, economical, or academic in nature. It wasn’t bad, but he certainly knew nothing about anything of that sort, so the ‘Theory of Thaums’ book was not something he would be able to comprehend, and he imagined the ‘Minotaur Trade Blockade and Its Consequences’ would bore him to death. Then there was a book with a rather long title, and Wild’s eyes widened when he realized what it said.

“Pounded... in the butt by... my handsome sentient library card... who seems otherworldly,” he spoke the title aloud, his tone confused, “but in reality is just a... natural part of the priceless resources our library system provides...”

He blinked at the book. The cover depicted a male unicorn wearing a salacious expression as well as what was no doubt a library card but it had a face.

“What the hell?” Wild muttered to himself before bursting into laughter. The book shook in his grasp as he giggled and laughed at the complete absurdity of this book’s very existence, then laughed harder when he realized it was among much more serious books. After his laughter subsided into chuckles, he saw that the book was authored by someone named Tingly Check. In fact, there were more books by that author on those shelves, but he decided not to explore what they were, considering them a threat to his sanity.

There were much more... real romance novels and erotica of surprisingly many varieties. Wild was still somewhat taken aback by how open ponies were about things concerning sex. There was even a book depicting a collection of paintings done by a mysterious artist that was simply called ‘Lover’. It was all, to Wild’s eye, somewhat tasteful. There were many mares depicted in various suggestive poses where one could peek and see their lower regions, and then there were the stallions. Wild found himself admiring the works, his eyes glued to the pages. The first painting was a stallion lying on his side on a beach, his back turned to the viewer, and Wild could see the curves of his well-toned body. The stallion was looking back at the viewer with quite a suggestive smirk.

Wild closed the book when he realized he had carried away. His face felt hot, and he knew he was blushing. And then he realized that he didn’t feel bad about it. He didn’t feel shame. After all, it was not shameful, and it was not bad.

If he were back on Earth, no doubt any such books would not be present where he would be able to see them were he truly fourteen or fifteen of age. In Equestria, everyone was so open about it, and, as he had learned, being gay was not shunned. In fact, it was rather normal for ponies to have a variety of sexualities, which honestly blew Wild’s mind to this day. It wasn't like he was entirely unaware of it, but if he thought about it... it both made him want to weep at what he didn't have and rage at the injustice done to him on Earth. However, he did neither.

In any case, he wasn’t really in a mood to read books, he wanted to do... something. He didn’t know what, but he wanted to move, he wanted to maybe cast magic, and...

He blushed even harder. He just now noticed a particular sway his body was doing automatically. His body, as he had just found out, really wanted sex. For the first time in forever, he was really in the mood, which made him feel tingly and even somewhat excited.

He wondered if ringing the bell and asking for help with that would work, but he disregarded it immediately. First of all, he couldn’t take advantage of that. Second, he was fairly certain his mood would evaporate if he actually tried to do it. And third, he knew no one here, and he didn’t exactly want to have sex with a complete stranger. And lastly, he really doubted Luna gave him that bell with that sort of thing in mind.

Thus Wild realized he was frustrated and wanted... well, he knew what he wanted. Was that the effect of the Alicorn Amulet? He suspected so. It was logical for it to have caused it. After all, it had already caused a sort of growth, and he knew maturing, growing from a teen to adult, made hormones spike. Now that he thought about, remembered those days, he was quite... needy during that time, even if he never really expressed it outwardly. What he did was sit in front of his computer and spend quite a bit of time searching for something to get off to. And now, he was in that very same mood again.

Wild groaned, flopping down on the couch. He did not want to go through it again. Perhaps he was now far freer to express himself, but that didn’t mean any of it could be easy. Or would be easy. Or would even end up well for him.

Wild got up from the couch and went to the bathroom, the big one as he labeled it in his head. He turned on a couple faucets to start filling it up with some warm water. Then he returned to the main room and brought with him that erotic painting compilation. He was slightly bouncing in place, and he felt things warming up between his legs.

Perhaps it was time to do something he hadn’t done in a very long time - pleasure himself.

***

Wild's heart could almost be heard echoing in the huge bathroom, and he certainly could both feel and hear it from inside his body. He forced himself to take a deep breath, to let his mind actually think. If he was doing it... he needed to be thoughtful.

He tested the water, and it was about as nice and warm as it would ever get, and he was glad he got the temperature right. Still, he had a bit of time before the bathtub was filled enough, and he spent it by browsing the erotica, seeing all that stallions had to offer.

Once he was ready, he climbed into the bathtub, sighing in pleasure as water enveloped him. For the first time in forever, his cock was throbbing, and he was ready. He had forgotten what it felt like, and now the sensation was odd, though in no way unpleasant. Wild found himself almost unconsciously massaging his crotch with a magical hand, and although it didn't feel like his human hand would, it was still warm, and the texture was nice.

The picture was now in his mind - a stallion lying on the side, facing the viewer fully, an erection semi-hidden between his rear legs, and a smirk on his face, a sort of teasing expression. Wild lay down on his side in the warm water, continuously massaging his cock before he started stroking it. His first moan escaped his lips, muffled as it was because Wild didn't let it out fully, yet he welcomed the sound.

A moment of discomfort, and then he added a bit of his spit, making it easier for his magical hand to slide up and down. Now that he didn't have a human cock, he also lacked foreskin, making it all a bit more difficult than it should be, and his spit helped. He wondered if he would be able to get some lube easily. However, that was for the later.

Wild imagined himself with that stallion, unnamed as he was, and the two would kiss each other on the cheeks, on the lips, on the neck. Wild had no idea how to kiss, had never even attempted it with any sort of seriousness, but he knew he would do his best. He imagined how he would inhale the scent and how he would enjoy it, though he had no idea what that scent would even be. They would lie down together, and Wild would offer to use his magic to stroke the other’s cock.

Another moan escaped past Wild’s lips, this time a deeper one coming from somewhere within his chest, up through the throat, and out his mouth. He imagined how that stallion would lower himself, then give Wild a tentative lick. Wild would moan and groan, eyes half-lidded, words completely escaping his mind, unnecessary as they truly were in that moment. Then the stallion would put his mouth around Wild’s cock, give it a suckle, and then go down-

A powerful moan escaped Wild as he felt his pleasure come to the peak. His hips buckled, his head rising upwards as he let out a long moan, cumming for the first time in a long, long while. One spurt, then another, weaker one, then another, and then another. He continued stroking himself, basking in the pleasure, until he was entirely spent.

This was perhaps fast, and he couldn't even get to the end of his fantasy, but Wild didn’t care at the moment, basking in the warmth around him and inside of him. He lazily directed the water to wash away his seed, and then he lay there, dozing off with a smile on his face.

This felt good and no one would ever be able to take it away from him.