Life In ponyville was quite hectic the week following his meeting with the princess. Though Anon's arrival in Equestria occurred not that long ago in relative time, it was clear that the presence of the summoned human was already sending ripples through the fabric of Equestria society. All sorts of rumors about the near hairless biped were spreading fast, and not all of them were… flattering. As such, Celestia began the effort of politicking the situation, and cutting the narrative into nicely served pieces as only a veteran ruler could. Meanwhile Anon was to for the time being, remain in the residence of Twilight Sparkle as she prepared the world for his presence. There were many things to work out, especially in regards to his origins.

Considering the unprecedented nature of his arrival, Celestia thought it best that knowledge of his summoning shouldn't float around. As a rule for summoning, hero summons such as the one he was brought by only works if the previous hero is deceased or unsummoned. That went for all summoning as dictated by the 'Interdict of Otherworldly Entities'. Even so, it would be bad if any rogue magic user got the idea of outsourcing their reproductive issues from unknown dimensions when a possible eldritch horror might be on the other side.

Anon shivered at that notion with agreement when it was explained to him. No Chuthulu in ponyland today, thank you very much!

In any case, since he couldn't just reveal his origin, it was decided that he would need a cover story. He was quite impressed with what Celestia's people provided for him. They had an entire plausible backstory built and ready for him. In summary, he came from an obscure corner of the globe on an island in the west Celestial Sea as the the last surviving member of his species, who was then found by the Equestrian Flag Ship Slepnir, and taken in for protection as an endangered species. Later after proving himself, he was granted the title of Reproduction Officer after displaying his 'unique' talents. There were many forged documents that led a neat paper trail to this false origin, and he couldn't help but admire the dedication of this handywork. Of course he had to study all of this so as to be able to relay this falsehood. A tedious process but necessary.

It wasn't the strangest aspect of his time spent in this new world that he had to get used to, rather, it was the unabashed naivety and unfiltered nature of how these Equestrians reacted to things revolving around the thing they completely lacked an understanding for; sex. It was just plain weird having come from a culture where courting is typically a private matter that involves flirtation, subtle hints, clever wordplay, and building up the courage to take the next step in the relationship. It was thus a little jarring whenever the little purple drake sharing the Sparkle residence would blatantly asked if they could have sex at a given moment. No matter who was in the room. It hardly helped that his daughter Evie only seemed to be amused at his predicament.

Thankfully Celestia gave Twilight an ancient contraceptive spell widely out of use (for obvious reasons) to handle their… salacious activities.

Despite this, Twilight was still not inclined to relieve herself with his aid. He would have normally been fine with this. She made her desires clear and he was going to respect them. Unfortunately it was clear as day that her continued celibacy was having negative effects on the poor mare, and he wasn't quite in a position to head an intervention. As friendly they were, the two were still strangers to each other, with only the dragons so far bumping up the familiarity scale born of passion and kinship.

His new maid/bodyguard Rosey was another matter entirely. Diligent, dedicated, and elusive beyond comprehension, she seemed more like a ninja than anything. Anon only seemed to notice her whenever he had need of her, or when she had need of him (more specifically his dick). At some point during the day, she would request politely for her itch to be scratched, and wait until nightfall where she'd sneak into the guest bed where he slept for passionate copulation. The man had to give her credit, for as inexperienced as the pony was, Rosey was a quick study in finding his pleasure niches and always left the both satisfied.

It was incredibly difficult to speak with her about things though. Each time he tried to formulate a way to relay the likelihood that she was pregnant from their activities, she would say or do something that made him falter before she left to carry out her 'special duties'. Whatever those were.

As gifted as the mare seemed to be at service, protection, and probably some degree of espionage, she was clearly not a social pony, as any conversation with him or anyone else was always brief and cut to the quick. Despite this, he refused to let this be a running line of drama.

He ruminated on the idea that he might just have to say it with all the bluntness he could muster one day, when suddenly there was a polite knock on the front door.

"Who wants to bet that's another tutor trying to drill an alibi." Evie sighed as she picked up a chess piece. She was playing against Barb who grew increasingly frustrated at her daughter beating her six times in a row. The piece took the king unapologetically, "Checkmate."

"Gah! How do you always do that!?" Barb exploded.

"Victorious warriors win first, and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first, and then seek to win." Evie replied with a slight hint of smugness that caused Barb to groan.

Also, was she quoting Sun Tsu? The last time Anon recalled reading that was in high school, and though he's internalized the lessons, even he had trouble quoting it exactly, let alone that exact one. It was an odd thought for him to think that she might remember his own memories better than he himself did. He decided to put that thought aside for now. Since the black dragon was lecturing on what Barb was doing wrong, he was designated to answer the door.

He sighed as he made way. They were probably right in that it was another one of Celestia's officials trying to test on whether he got his story straight. Thourogh as they were, it was becoming a bit annoying.

Turning the doorknob, he was surprised to see instead of a purple and yellow robed unicorn, was a light brown earth pony mare with a grey mane and green tie around her neck. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, realising that she had been mistaken to think that Ponyville's foreign guess would be somewhat pony size rather than the giant that stood before her.

"Howdy." Anon greeted, and it worked to put her out of her stupor.

"G-greetings." She adjusted her half moon, golden framed glasses and fiddled with her collar, "My name is Mayor Ivory Scroll Mareon. You are Officer Anonymous, correct?"

"I am." Anon nodded, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She cleared her throat as she tried to find her courage. You can do this Ivory! He's not that scary! "A-as Ponyville's first ever Reproductive Officer, I as representative of Ponyville would like to formally welcome you to our town, and extend my hoof in friendship." She lifted her hoof, and Anon bent down to reach it, before catching himself halfway. The mare blinked for a second, confused.

Uh oh, better say something so she doesn't think you're rude, "Er, ahem! Ah, apologies, ma'am. I would shake your hoof, but I'm afraid I possess properties that would make such action in this instance uh… undesirable." Nailed it!

"Oh, um… I see." She put her hoof back down. She didn't seem to want to delve deeper into that.

"Anyway, I appreciate your welcome, Miss Mayor. I haven't been out in town much since my arrival, but I can tell that I will thoroughly enjoy it and it's residents."

"I'm glad you think so, Lord Officer. I will try to make sure you are well received." She seemed to perk up a bit at the praise of her town, though Anon could see that she was still somewhat uncomfortable. "Now, there is another matter at hoof we must discuss. May I… step inside?"

"Sure." Anon moves out of the doorway to let her in.

She did so gingerly, looking around the library before spotting Barb and Evie, "Yo, Mayor Mare!" Barb waved.

"Good day to you, miss Barbara. I see you have a friend with you." She flinched slightly when she noticed the black drake's third eye. Anon frowned. This mare was awfully skittish.

Evie nodded, oblivious to the Mayor's discomfort, "This is just my daughter. Anon helped me make her about a week ago." Barb explained dismissively before looking back at their chess game. She moved a knight to take her rook, "Ha! I have you now!"

Evie smirked as she seamlessly moved her queen diagonally across the exposed space the knight previously occupied, directly to the king, "Checkmate."

Barb's eyes bulged, "What the- How…" Evie meanwhile was giggling, "The game is just as much about defense as it is offense, mommy. You should know better than to leave your king exposed, especially in a manner that won't force me to reveal when you're in check. Plot out your own pieces better rather than just try to claim one of mine."

The mare stood perplexed at the scene for a moment, "Is… that normal?"

"Seems to be." Anon admitted, "Evie beats most of us at games on a regular basis."

The mare shook her head, "No, no. I mean the progeny. You made her, right? Do they always come out like that?"

Anon raised his brow and crossed his arms, "Like, what?" He said slowly, and deliberately. His energy around the room became pensive for his daughter's sake, "I hope you're not saying anything negative about my daughter."

The mayor stiffened, "Oh, no no no! She is a beautiful child! I was merely wondering whether the third eye was a dragon thing or a result of your genetic materials."

After a moment, Anon shrugged, releasing the tension, "Ah, I see. Probably a bit of both. I forgot exactly what the princess said about it." Honestly it was hard to recall anything over the drudgery composed by all of those advisors she sent.

"She said you are genetically supercharged, Daddy." Evie elaborated. She looked to the mayor, "Human sperm is extremely virile for Equestrians, and most children he produces will have the advantage of full genetic benefits attributed to each species. Though it is a rarer occurrence, some will even have added benefits, a potential for… I believe 'Divine Selection' was the word the princess used? I don't know, I was also only half listening, but that is essentially the instance that created me."

The mayor binked.

"His jizz makes perfect foals and can potentially make God level babies." Barb cleared before pointing to her daughter, "So she's essentially a dragon version of an alicorn."

"The Legendary Kumosami." Anon added with a nod, trying to sound grandiose.

"Kurokami, daddy." Evie giggled.

"Ah… that's what she called you." Anon muttered in embarrassment at his error.

"I… see." The mayor finally said as she tried to process all of that.

"Anyway," Anon took a seat at a table, "Let's talk business. I imagine this isn't just a social visit." The mayor nodded as she followed and occupied the opposite end.

"You are correct. Though you have bypassed most academic requirements due to natural talent and the princess' authorization, there are still some steps to officiate your role as an officer."

"Housing included?" Anon asked. As much as he'd come to appreciate Twilight's hospitality, it would be nice to have a place where he could set down roots. He was glad that particular thing wouldn't be just given to him for free. Like all Officers in Equestria, he would be designated a space, and would pay it off over time through his service. The princess offered a waver any fee for him, but he wouldn't budge on that particular issue. He'd already had too many things just given to him.

"We already have ponies setting up the most suitable location. If you are worried by the housing arrangements, Lord Officer. Rest assured my ponies will do our best to suit your requirements."

"Well then, I have faith in your, and your people's abilities, Mayor Mareon." He replied.

"You can call me Mayor Mare, my lord." She chuckled, "Most everypony else does."

Mayor Mare huh? He could already envision the political poster emphasizing on the play on words.

She awkwardly fidgeted for a moment, causing Anon frowned. It was clear something was troubling her. Perhaps he hadn't taken into account that his alien appearance might be off-putting for her? It didn't help that he was short with her about a particular comment, "I do hope my appearance isn't disturbing you in any way."

She looked at him horrified, her face going pale, "no no no no no, Lord Officer, I apologize if I seem that way. I have presented myself most rudely. It's just…" She trailed.

"Just?" Anon raised his brow.

She sighed as she pulled out a scroll, fiddling with her glasses as she read from it, "According to the articles of the Reproduction Act, it is the requirement of any leading official of the residence to the Reproductive Officer, to at least bare one child derived of their own craft so as to build faith of her skill, and strengthen the bond between the newly located officer and their ponies."

Anon sat up in his chair, "I see. I take it you're less than thrilled by this?"

The mare had a rosey tint to her cheeks as she looked away, "Er, umm... well I admit I never really thought about it." She let out a sigh, "Foals are a status symbol, but I never really felt the need for one myself. Now it seems only later in life that I require one. I'm afraid I feel too old for it."

Anon looked deep into her. Besides her grey mane, there didn't seem to be any real indication of age, then again, she was an entirely different species, so the tells might have been different. "You don't look that old to me, Mayor Mare."

She lightly chucked, "It may not appear so, but I assure you I am. You may not know this since you're not a pony, but Earth ponies have a little longer lifespan than unicorns and pegasi. We retain our youth longer to extend our laboring years, or so most of us would say. I myself should at least have another twenty before my age really starts to show, well, besides my hair."

Anon scratches his chin, "Huh, that's pretty cool actually." After observing these ponies and their abilities, he was beginning to think that the earth ponies had the shittiest of luck compared to their other horsey cousins, but it was nice to see that they too have their own sort of advantages.

"So, this Reproduction Act. Do you not wanna go through with it?"

She swallowed, "I am obligated to so long as I'm capable of it. Progeny from a typical household is commonly a steep payment that for some take a lifetime to fully pay off. It's a personal choice though. In this instance Lord Officer, it is more a manner of politics built to ensure there are no doubts about your abilities."

Anon furrowed his brow, "Doubts? Why would there be doubts?"

She cleared her throat, "From what I've been told, you can produce genetic material near effortlessly, and in high quality. This is more difficult to do for most reproductive officers, so it isn't unheard of for there to be… defective batches."

"Yikes." Evie scratches her chin uncomfortably, "That sounds awful."

Anon seemed to put the two pieces together, "I think I get it. Since I'm new in this position and generally unknown for my capabilities, it's your job to advertise the quality of kids I can make for those fearful of ending up with a defective offspring under my service."

"Exactly on point." She nodded, "Which is why I will schedule an appointment as soon as you are capable. I… may have my personal reservations, but I am duty bound to fulfill the role my country and her royal majesties requires of me." She takes a deep breath and looks at him intently, "Just give me the time and day for when you are prepared, and I as a representative of Ponyville will bear your seed."

Anon nodded, "Alright. Shouldn't take long. We could do it right now if you want."

She looked taken aback, "I… what? Now? Do you not need any prep time?" There was a look of profuse confusion on her face.

"Not really. Perhaps a water break every now and then for more intense sessions, but I can go every couple of hours."

Her jaw drops, "You mean… you can do in hours what takes our most renowned officers weeks and even months of preparation to do?"

Months? He didn't know that, but replied matter of factly, "Basically. Though really I can do it at any given time."

"He sure can." Barb giggled, "Trust me Mayor Mare, the way he does it is absolutely amazing." She emphasised, staring at him with bedroom eyes.

"It's pretty cool. Not that I would know personally." Evie said cheekily.

"Amazing? What do… Don't tell me…" the mayor gasped, looking at Anon with realization, "C-can you actually perform the legendary orgasm?!"

Evie let out a burst of laughter, "The legendary whatitz?!"

The mayor looked at Anon in newly minted wonder, "My grandmother once told me as a filly legends about males. About how reproduction with a real male was almost like a spiritual awakening. A way to bring forth one's mind in a state of nirvana." She chuckled nervously, "I always thought that was a silly filly tale. I never hoped, but I always fantasized what that would be like, even now." She looked at Anon with those newly mystified eyes. Her hesitance vanished completely. "Are these legends true in any way?"

Anon chuckled to himself, "I doubt I can give you a proper answer. In the regards of an awakening? I would definitely say yes."

She nods a little too excitedly, "Then I am in your service." She pulled from her saddlebag a hefty bag of bits, "Most of the expenses are waived and will be provided by the state due to the financial burden the act could put on town and city leaders, this here is the amount I am required to provide." Still, that looked like several hundred bits! The pony's monetary system was new to him, but it wasn't hard to distinguish the value of the bag.

"You know, I already have discounted services." Anon said as he stared down at the bag.

Mayor Mare nodded, "I was informed of this, however the Act overrules any price change in this instance."

The feeling of being overpaid was niggling at him, but he resigned the thought of rebuttal. Legal matters were hard to refute, "Very well." He replied as he got up, "In that case would you follow me into the bedroom?"

She seems confused, "The… bedroom?"

Evie smirked as she stood between them, "Reproduction, or 'lovemaking' as Daddy so elegantly puts it, is usually done in comfortable private quarters where he is from." Evie explained.

"Ah, I see." The mayor said before something registered in her mind, "Wait, lovemaking?"

Anon waved it off, "Just some terminology of my people. Generally this is an intimate experience done between lovers, but it isn't too strict in this instance of business."

She blushes, "Oh my… your culture sounds so fascinating."

He shrugged, "We had some things going for us, but Equestrian life has its benefits too. I feel I can do a lot more good here anyway with my… abilities."

"A lot of good indeed, I should say." Mayor Mare nodded as she walked beside him, "Our birth rates have been dropping substantially for some time now. If what you say is true about your abilities, I think you alone will bolster our numbers by a staggering amount in only a single generation. In that regard, I'm honored to help."

"Have fun you two." Evie and Barb waved as Anon and her walked off into the guest bedroom.

"Alrighty. You good for this?" Anon asked as he closed the door to his guest room behind them.

"I think so. I must admit that I am a little nervous though. This is not what I thought I would be doing today. To experience the legendary orgasm…" She giggled like a school filly, "If only my Granny were still with us."

Anon cleared his throat trying not to think of wrinkly old horses, "Anyway, you should Brace yourself. This first part can get a little intense."

She stood at the ready, slowly removing her spectacles, "Whatever is necessary."

Anon started by cracking his knuckles and neck before taking a breath, "Showtime." He readied his index finger, bracing himself for the perfect snoot boop, "Bo- Oh shi-!" Upon touching the Mayor's snoot, he felt a massive crackling of energy, causing the mayor to light up like a Christmas tree followed by a rippling shockwave that sent him straight through the door.

He blacked out only for a second before hearing a pattering of frantic tiny feet, and the shaking of concerned drakes that jumped on top of him to stir him back to. "Anon!" They shouted in distress. He coughed, feeling surprisingly numb, "Oy... I really hope that isn't going to be a common occurrence." He got up, brushing off the splintered door from his body. Note to self. Be prepared to be blown up at any attempt to boop the snoot.

He looked through the room, "Miss Mare? Are you alright?" Once the dust settled, the form of the mayor could be made out, with her head on the ground, rear in the air, tongue lolling, and spasming like crazy. That wasn't the only thing. Her hair and mane somehow changed into a light pink, her coat more vibrant, and any age lines she might have had were gone.

Her mind was lost in a reverie of intense pleasure as she repeatedly twitched and squirted juices, "Miss Mare?" Anon repeated with concern.

"Mrrrr…" She muttered.

"I'm sorry?" Anon drew closer.

"More…" the pony looked and suddenly lunged at him, only to find herself yanked by a rope that suddenly came out of nowhere.

"Oh dear, you've been here for less than a month and you already have somepony trying to blow you up and assault you." Rosey said as she stepped out of the shadows, pushing up her glasses, "Honestly I'm surprised it wasn't sooner."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Anon replied with a frown.

"Is that the question you should be asking?" Barb replied, exasperated, "She just suddenly appeared from the darkness?!" She pointed to the maid.

He shrugged, "Not the first time I've seen her do that. Besides, why would a bodyguard/maid tell her secrets in order to protect her charge?"

"My lord is quite wise to understand such things." Rosey nodded in approval before looking down at the mare she captured, "What do you wish me to do with this one? Considering she is the mayor we should tread carefully in our decision to avoid a political incident, but I'm sure I can arrange an adequate punishment without any blame pointing to you."

The way she said that so easily told Anon that she might have had a history dealing with problematic political leaders before. He repressed a shiver imagining her methods, "That won't be necessary. She just seems to have a very strong reaction to my touch." He looked at her mane and youthful appearance, "... With some new side effects as well. You should probably make a note of this to Twilight, Barb." He turned to the purple drake who nodded.

He cleared his throat, "Anyway, the poor thing likely needs a good dicking for her coherence to return." My God did I really just say that? My life has turned weird. "She shouldn't be a danger, Rosey."

She raised a brow, "You want me to let her go? She might cause further damage to you."

"I just got blown through a door and only got a couple of scratches. I think I can handle her." Anon replied, "Besides, It's not right to leave her in that state. The sooner we do this, the quicker it will be to figure this all out."

Rosey looked in thought before nodding her head, "Very well. Two conditions however. One, she will remain restrained so as to prevent negative actions toward yourself, and two, we will all watch to make sure she doesn't make any moves on you."

Anon blinked, glancing at Evie.

Sensing his thoughts, she folded her arms and rolled her eyes, "Chiilax Daddio. Ya being a prude’ll mess with my funky flow."

He crossed his arms in a similar fashion, "I don't jive with my young'un watching me make consensual love to a desperate woman. Ya hear me homeslice breadslice?"

She grinned and shot up her fingers, "Aye, I got you covered, my dude. I have more memories of you wanking off to hentai than I can count. Wait, no I can. 1507 times over a course of twenty five years after puberty. Can't corrupt what's already corrupted. Booyah!"

The others blinked in their ignorance. Anon however blinked for an entirely different reason. Does she really know that to an exact number or is she messing with me? "We gonna have a chit-chat later about that. If you're so insistent though..." He relented with a sigh as she stared at him with her expectant eyes, "fine." They say that corruption begins by planting the seeds, but then again there was no helping it if the tree was already fully grown and modeled after an already existing tree. That was something to think about later though. Now he needed to focus on the mare in front of him.

The light brown mare struggled in her bonds as she panting heavily. Drool running down her mouth as she twitched on the floor. In a single motion, Anon scooped her up from the floor and onto what was left of the bed. She squeaked as he did so, and looked straight into his eyes, her own blue globes looking large and needy. Anon swore that he even saw residing hearts in them.

"P...please…" She pleaded through pants, "nirvana…"

At this point, Anon didn't even think she could properly visualize what her body yearned for. Her hips bucked slightly with her entrance clearly visible and dripping. Like all the others, this was a completely new and foreign experience for her, and he was going to make it count.

In a swift and graceful motion he removed his clothes with practiced ease. His chiseled body was almost a source of radiance and divinity that reached out towards the bound mare. A scene that Michelangelo would shed tears in envy knowing his skills could not capture such majesty.

His hand moved to feel her plush posterior. Lightly groping at her fuzzy cheeks. She spasmed and screamed at his mere touch as she grew wetter from his fingers sliding over her soft and subtle rear.

"I hope you are ready, because I'm not holding back." His member rubbed against her sopping sex. Taking a small step back, kissing the tip of his shaft to her entrance, he slowly drove his hips forward and sank into her sweltering, inviting depths. Her belly visibly bulged with nearly half his length sheathed in her. In response her tongue lolled and her eyes fluttered in ecstasy as she immediately orgasmed.

Her pussy was a sopping wet mess that almost acted as a waterfall of vaginal fluids that sprayed everywhere with each of his thrusts, which was good considering how vice-like her grip was as it tried desperately to keep him inside of her.

She wasn't even yelling out in pleasure anymore. Only light moans as her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

'Good God, I might have broken her. Well, I might as well finish the job and hope she comes back to her senses.' He thought as he got a steady rhythm going.

Feeling his climax approaching, he buried himself as deep into her as he could and let loose the torrent of his baby batter. Her belly swelled right before his eyes until she looked several months pregnant already.

"Whew, that was a workout. Are you doing alright, Mayor?" Anon said as he wiped his brow.

"Stars… so many stars…" was all she muttered.

"Alright, we should give her a minute." Anon said as he unhilted himself from her, spilling a trail of cum.

All the girls looked a bit red in the face, Barb herself stroking a finger lightly over her sex, "Y-yes, I agree. And maybe if you have another one in you..?"

Anon smiled, "Always, my little drake." It was probably going to take a bit of time for the mayor to recover, so a quick romp with his favorite gal wouldn't hurt.

Rosey adjusted her slightly fogged up glasses, "I too would like to participate, if you would allow, sir." She tried to remain professional, but he could see the subtle twitch from her.

He glanced at Evie, looking just a bit bored, "Ah you guys go on ahead. I'll keep an eye on The cream pastry until her brain boots back up."

"Sounds good." Barb said quickly as she gripped Anon's arm tightly, "Let's get him to a much less destroyed room."

"Whoa-hey! Wait a minute!" Anon yelped as the two women pulled him through the splintered doorway and into his own room.

Evie waited for a moment and grinned as they were suddenly out of earshot. She turned to the stuffed mayor, rear up in the air and heavily dripping white fluids.

Her heart drummed in her chest as she approached. She took a sniff at the mare's sex and felt a warmth between her legs.

With a clawed finger, she hesitantly scooped up a glob of her father's cum and stared at it for a minute before sticking her forked tongue out to taste it. Her eyes widened at the salty cream that seemed to have a zest of citrus.

"Delicious…" There was hunger in her eyes now as she licked her claws clean, and looked to the font that leaked more of it. It may not have been from the source, but she wasn't complaining. Spreading the mare's winking lips apart, she stuck her muzzle in and began guzzling down the excess baby batter, the barely conscious mayor moaning in pleasure in response.

After a minute, Evie freed her face from the mare's snatch with a gasp for breath before wiping her mouth, 'Wow, I can really get addicted to this stuff.'

Licking her lips, she began lightly stroking her pristine puffy virgin folds. She knew what she wanted, but she would have to wait for the right moment. Everything here was still so new to him, and she'd hate to scare him away from the idea.

"What a dork." She giggled.

Author's Note

Long time no see. Guess what!

Recently got a little inspiration to finish this chapter after so long. Can't promise that the next one will come out in a timely manner, but I'm still going for it if y'all are enjoying it. Peace!