Princess Twilight Sparkle glared at Anon, who was presently sweating. "Why is bug big, Anon? Bug wasn't this big when she was dropped off. Answer me, Anon."

Anon gulped, grabbed his things, and bolted for the doorway. "I- I'm late for work! Gotta run!"

Twilight had seen this maneuver before, when she had first tried to introduce Fluttershy to Princess Luna on Nightmare Night. As Anon ran for the door, Twilight slammed it shut with her magic, making him run face-first into it. Twilight walked over and picked him up off the ground. "We mustn't rush, Anon. That's how accidents happen." She opened the door and walked outside with him, closing it behind them. "Anyway, I came to check on you because I'm worried about you."

Anon rubbed the bump on his forehead. "Yeah. I can tell how much you care about my wellbeing."

"Oh for goodness sake!" Twilight's horn glowed and a purple light washed over his forehead, healing his bruise. "There. Can we talk now?"

"Look, princess, I need to get to the spa. I wasn't bullshitting you when I told you I was running late," Anon said, pointing at the clocktower in the town square. "My shift legitimately starts in like, five minutes!" Twilight rolled her eyes before they turned into pools of iridescent white and she lofted herself into the air. As she drifted back down, the sun dipped back down below the eastern horizon. "Did you just... turn back time?" he asked.

"Sort of. I set the precession of the sun back one hour."

"You can do that?"

"It's not so much a matter of if I can so much as if I should," she said. "But a princess is never late. Nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to. And since you are beholden to me at the moment, I can't have you be late either."

"Beholden?" he asked. She nodded as she led him to Sugarcube Corner. "Wait, why are we here?" he asked.

"While we talk, I figured I could at least treat you to breakfast," she said.

"Actually, I already ate," Anon said. "Chryssi made breakfast for me."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Green eggs."

Twilight just stared at him.

"You know, from green chickens?"

"... Is that what she told you?"

"Yeah."

"And you believed her?"

"Yeah? Fucken- I dunno! I'm in a magical world with talking horses and yaks and freaking bug queens. Is it really so hard to think that there might be chickens that are green!?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

"I mean, I'm a little tired, but hell, I'm always tired these days."

"I'm just worried she might try to use her mind control on you."

"She told me she couldn't do that."

"..."

"I don't feel mind-controlled."

"..."

"Well what the fuck! You're the super-wizard. You tell me if I'm under some kind of spell!"

Twilight focused her magic on Anon, and a dim aura gathered around his head. A moment later it faded away. "No. You're not under any spell."

"There! I told ya!" Anon huffed. He re-orientated himself and started marching toward the spa. Even if the sun was turned back an hour, there would almost certainly be a long line of clients waiting outside the door most displeased with the development.

Twilight continued to trot after him. "Hey, I wasn't finished with you yet," she said.

"Yeah, you and half the town," he said, looking at the line as the spa came into view. "So take a number to make an appointment." Anon walked past the line of anxious mares to the front door of the spa. Princess Twilight walked right in after him, cutting in front of everypony to a symphony of annoyed grumbles. "Your funeral," Anon muttered.

Inside the spa lobby were three large crates.

"Meester Anon!" Aloe called out. "There you are! These- Oh! Princess Twilight!" Aloe gave a quick curtsy, as did Lotus when she walked out to the lobby.

"These crates arrived earlier this morning," Lotus said. "They are addressed to you! What in the world is all this?"

"Oh, damn! I forgot I ordered all this!" Anon said. "This is... these are some tools of the trade I bought to help me with my work." He looked at Twilight. "Since you seem to want to be my number one stalker, you can help me unpack them."

Aloe scowled, "Manners, Anon!"

"No, it's okay," Twilight said, levitating the smallest of the three crates. "I did rather impose myself on him."

"This way," Anon directed, leading her into his massage suite. She placed the crate down inside the suite with a heavy thud.

"Wow. That is heavy," she remarked. "What in the world is it?"

"Let's find out," he said. The large, former-storage closet was still partially that, with a toolbox up on a shelf. He took a screwdriver and jammed it under the corner of the crate lid and pried it open, and then broke down the sides. Inside was a black steel barrel with bold white letters painted on the side that said 'CUM LUBE'. "Ooh, I wonder what's inside!" he asked sarcastically.

Twilight blushed and went to get the next crate. Though the largest, it was much lighter. Anon opened it and rolled the rack of erotic costumes over into the corner of the massage suite.

The third crate was of average size and weight. Twilight helped Anon pry the lid off and looked inside. Her expression was, at first, one of confusion. That gave way to... more confusion.

"Wh- what?" she asked.

Anon hadn't the time to humor her as he set to work unloading the crate and lining the shelves with, "Tools of the trade," he told her.

Many of them very much looked like construction tools equipment. Others were utterly baffling to her in appearance. Some things, however, were plainly evident in their purpose. She lifted a large, red dildo out of the crate. It was still sealed in its packaging, labeled, "The Big Apple?" Twilight asked, waggling the semi-turgid phallus at him. He grabbed the figurative 'tool' from her hooves and set it on the shelf with the other literal tools. "What sort of 'massage' are you providing here, exactly?" she asked as he finished unloading the last crate.

Anon pointed at his freshly-minted S-Class certification mounted up on the wall. "World class, apparently," Anon said. Twilight looked away. He rolled his eyes. "Don't be coy with me, Twilight. You're one of the smartest ponies in Equestria. You know precisely what I do here. Now if you don't mind, there is a long line of ponies waiting out there. And it isn't polite to keep them waiting."

Twilight moved between him and the doorway. "And it would be impolite to keep me waiting, too."

"Wha-? No!" Anon tried to push his way past her. "You had your chance in Canterlot with Primo Nachos, or whatever. Besides, I thought you said you had a guy for that!"

"I do," she said. "I mean, I did. Or at least, I thought I did."

"The fuck? Did he die?"

"What!? No! He's just... unavailable," she said.

"But... you're a princess. How is he unavailable?" he asked.

"Well he is... married," she muttered.

"Ooh. Scandalous!"

"Yeah, well keep that to yourself!" she said. "He has a foal, too. I'm not about to be the cause of a broken home."

"Hey, what happens in here, stays in here," he assured her. "My lips are sealed,"

"Good. So now you understand my predicament."

"Yup. That certainly does suck," Anon agreed. "But you still gotta wait your turn."

"But-"

Anon grabbed the water hose and started spraying her with cold water. "Out!" Twilight shrieked and he chased her through the spa lobby.

The other mares waiting at the front of the line watched Anon chase after the princess with the water hose.

"Back of the line!" Anon yelled at her. "Make an appointment! No cutting!"

"Did he just kick out the princess for us?" one asked.
"That is the most chivalrous thing I've ever seen!"
"Oh my gosh. I have never been so turned on before."
"Uhgh, fuck! I think I just came a little bit," another moaned as she clenched her hind legs together. Anon wasn't the only one making puddles in the lobby.

He coiled up the hose and discarded the broken-down crates. He straightened out his shirt to make himself presentable as he returned to the lobby. "Ladies," he greeted. "Good morning. Who's first?"

The mare at the front of the queue desperately wrapped her hooves around his thigh. "Take me now! I am SO fucking ready!"

Another day, another couple dozen thoroughly-satisfied clients seen to. The clock tower in the center of town chimed the end of the workday.

Lotus helped the last mare exit through the lobby on shaky hooves.

"F-fuck! I'm still tingling!" she moaned as she glanced back over her shoulder. "Thank you, Anon! Sorry about the, uh..."

"It's quite alright," Anon said, wringing out his drenched shirt. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He hung his shirt on a hanger and turned to head to the back of the spa, walking past Aloe. "I'm gonna hit the showers before I head home."

Anon finished disrobing and stepped under the shower, rinsing off the sweat, grime, and goodness-knows-what else from the long workday. Aloe poked her head into the shower room, catching his attention.

"Oh, hey Aloe. Look, I know it's not fair that you and your sister are waiting patiently for your turns after all these clients-"

"No, it's not that..." Aloe glanced at his naked body glistening in the running water and smirked. "Well, it's not juuust that," she added. "There is a... an after-hours client that is here to see you."

"Aloe, I told you; I don't do overtime."

"Pleeease meester Anon! These will be the only exception!"

Anon braced his palm against the tile wall and groaned. "Ugh! Fine." He rinsed off and toweled himself dry. He threw on a fresh pair of boxers and nothing else as he strode back to the lobby. Lotus was waiting by his suite. "What? You?" he asked her.

Lotus blushed. "No. She's waiting inside."

"Who is?" he asked.

"Princess Twilight, of course," Lotus said.

"I should have figured," he muttered.

"I do think you owe it to her," Aloe said as she began closing up the spa. "A princess or not, your little display this morning was quite embarrassing for her."

"Yeah, yeah." Anon opened the door and stepped inside. Princess Twilight Sparkle was sitting patiently in his chair beside the massage table. "Princess," he greeted her.

"Anon."

"I'm..." Anon cleared his throat, "Sorry, about this morning. I was frustrated, and I know you were just looking out for me and that... mares aren't themselves when they're... you know. But that's not a good reason to-" he snorted "To hose you down in front of all your subjects."

"I would be more inclined to believe you if you weren't trying so hard to not laugh right now."

Anon tried his best to suppress his chuckle. "To be fair, it was pretty funny."

"Humor is subjective."

"We'll ask Pinkie about it later."

"No. We will not," Twilight said with all seriousness.

"Alright, alright. Confidentiality and all that," he huffed. "Anyways, I take it you're not here for a social call."

"You would be right."

"Well, I'm already late for happy hour, so let's get to it. How would you like it?"

"First of all, put this on," Twilight said, grabbing a Royal Guard costume from the rack.

"Ah, the 'princess and the royal guard'. Classic." Anon put on the pieces of the costume. They were made for a pony, but he was able to wear the disjointed pieces well enough to establish the broad strokes of the character. He would have to enlist Rarity in making some modifications for his erotic wardrobe. "Say, this wouldn't happen to be a certain married royal guard, would it?"

"That- That's none of your damn business!"

"That sounds like a yes," Anon grinned.

"S-Shut up!" Twilight yelled.

"Hey, relax. I told you, whatever happens in here stays in here."

Twilight's blush intensified. She opened her saddlebag. "When he knew he wouldn't be able to see me today, he sent me this." She pulled out a conic flask with gold trim. A viscous white liquid sloshed around inside it. It took no leap to guess what it was. "As long as I get this in me, it will put out the flames of my estrus, but... I still want that experience."

Experience.

"Um, speaking of experience, if I look under your tail, am I going to have like, a trans-dimensional existential crisis?"

"What!? No."

"Okay, good. I was just checking if that was a thing for all alicorns."

Twilight climbed up onto the massage table and flagged her tail up. Anon winced for a moment as he braced himself. But he was able to look at her pussy just fine without ascending to a higher plane. He had seen quite a few in his new vocation. Each one had a unique beauty in its own way. Sometimes he could tell if an older mare had a foal already. But others could have fooled him.

Twilight's wasn't anything spectacular, despite her being an alicorn. Perhaps because she ascended, rather than being born one. Not that hers wasn't pretty. It was quite lovely. Her pursed lips formed a thin, vertical line. Along with the pucker of her ponut, they were only a slightly darker shade of her lavender fur.

"So... do you want the full course of foreplay or-"

"No, no. You can just mount me," she said before tapping the flask on the table next to her. "Just as long as when you're done, you pour this in there."

Anon shrugged. "Alright. Simple enough." He dropped his shorts and kicked them aside. He moved to stand behind her, holding her flank in one hand and guiding his dick with the other. The moment his tip touched her pussy she yelped and shirked away from him. "Whoa, are you okay?"

"The hell are you doing!?"

"... Mounting you?"

"You touched my no-no square!"

"..... what?"

"Peepees go in poopers!" Twilight said in all seriousness.

"What the fuck!? Are you twelve? Why are you talking like you just had a stroke!?"

"It's called the Facts of Life, Anon. Sheesh! A stallion peepee goes in a mares pooper to give a spunk suppository. The stallion testosterone gets absorbed trans-dermally through the lining of the colon, to treat estrus. And then, if the mare is a good girl, she gets to have a foal!"

"Oh wow..."

"Oh I'm sorry Anon, did I just blow your mind?"

"Are you fucking with me? You don't really believe that, do you?"

"Uh, yeah! I mean, he does have a foal. So I think he's something of an authority on making one!"

Anon felt like his head was spinning. "How could someone so dumb be made the head of state!? Actually, don't answer that. I know exactly how that can happen. But seriously, how can you be an adult and not know how sex works? Doesn't Equestria have sexual education?"

"Well actually..." Twilight shuffled nervously. "I was homeschooled before I went to magic school. I know it was supposed to be part of the curriculum, but it just sorta never came up. And I never asked for it."

"So this... stallion just told you that it worked like this and you never thought to fact-check it? You, of all ponies?"

"I trusted him!"

"Well if he has a foal, then you're right; he does know how to make one. But that also means he knows how to not make one."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, by only having anal sex with you, he's trying to prevent you from getting pregnant. And if he's married, then I can understand why."

"So how would I have a foal then!?"

"Vaginal intercourse!"

"You mean like..."

Anon rolled his eyes. "Yes. A stallion peepee in your no-no square."

"But he said that would hurt! That's why he never did it!"

"I mean, it might hurt your first time, but after that it's supposed to feel really good!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! Wow. I can't believe you're still a virgin."

"I'm not a virgin. I've had his peepee in my pooper lots of times."

"Please stop talking like that! You sound like a little filly, and that makes me really uncomfortable." Another thought occurred to him. "Wait, hold up. Does this mean you've never masturbated, either?"

"Uh, no! I'm not a stallion, duh!" she said.

Anon's jaw dropped so hard it was barely attached to the bottom of his face. "Oh you poor, sweet, innocent, summer child... You've never, once, in your whole life been curious to even touch yourself there?"

"Ew! No. Why would I?"

"Touch yourself there!"

"What, with my hooves? No, that's gross."

"For fuck's sake..." Anon groaned. "I think I have some hoof gloves in the doctor costume set..."

"No, I still wouldn't want to."

"Well then let me do it," he said.

"No! It'll hurt!"

"I promise you, it won't."

"What if it does?"

"Twilight, you have magic! You could snap me in half like a twig if you wanted to!"

"That's true. I mean, I wouldn't... but-"

"Twilight, I Pinkie Pie Promise it won't hurt."

Twilight's eyes went wide. "Anon, if you think my magic is scary, you really don't want to mess around with a Pinkie Promise."

"I'm not messing around, Twilight. I'm serious. It'll feel really good."

"O-okay..." Twilight said nervously as she laid back down. Her tail was still flagging reflexively, despite her nervousness that would have otherwise had it tucked between her legs. Twilight kept struggling to look back at Anon as he moved closer.

"Here, why don't you roll over so you can watch more comfortably," he suggested. Twilight rolled onto her back and he inclined her upper half slightly to make it easier for her to see.

Anon hovered his palm over her steaming-hot marehood, a hair's breadth away from her violet tuft of pubic fur nestled just above her vulva. He could feel the intense, literal heat of her estrus radiating off of her neglected marehood. Twilight bit her lip nervously, despite his promise. Ever so slowly, so gently, he closed the distance and cupped her pussy with his palm.

Twilight whimpered. Not in pain, or even surprise. Just at the alien sensation of the contact. Like sitting on a cold toilet seat. But it was not unpleasant.

"Okay?" Anon asked with concern, keeping his hand still.

Twilight nodded. "Yeah it's- it's okay. But it doesn't feel 'really good' like you promised, either."

Anon smiled. "Don't worry, my princess. That comes next." He fanned out his fingers, parting her pussy lips with his index and ring finger, letting his middle finger dip between them, sliding against her slick interior. He moved it up along between them, just barely grazing her nub at the top. It was like he had plucked a guitar string to her central nervous system.

Twilight's back arched up off the massage table, and her wing sprung out from under her to either side. She sucked in a breath so quickly it sounded like a muffled, inward scream. As quickly as her back bucked off the table she fell back down onto it, panting. "What did you just do to me!?"

"I barely touched you."

"What sorcery is this!?"

"This is a clitoris." Anon placed his finger against her clit, keeping it still.

Whatever thought or action Twilight was about to attempt was instantly cancelled. The strength of her limbs failed and her facial expression shifted randomly like somepony having a stroke. It was indicative of her line of thought being likewise scrambled. She tried to speak, but only fragments of words managed to dribble from her mouth in an jumble of guttural vowels.

Just as soon as it looked like she was regaining her bearings, Anon pressed against her clit with his finger just slightly firmer. It wasn't much, barely the weight of his hand, but it was just enough to keep her teetering at the edge of incoherence. Her spasms became more frantic as she struggled to even draw air, until at last, Anon took his hand away again.

While she regained her breath, Anon brought his fingers to his lips. Princess Celestia's nectar was a supernatural delight without mortal compare. Among the rest of the ponies, their flavor was similar to a degree, with variances from diet and whatnot. But he had heard rumors that a mare's chemistry changes after she gets rutted. At least, he thought they were just rumors. But the proof was dripping from his hands. Virgin pussy tasted different.

Instead of the watery, slightly-bitter earthy notes he was expecting of a mare, Twilight's unmarred pussy had a sweet tartness to it. He held her thighs apart with his hands and licked his lips.

She yelped as he started to lean forward. "What are you doing!?"

"I was going to... lick you."

"Eww, gross! W-why!?"

"Because it tastes good, and it'll feel good for you," he said. "Has he never done that for you?"

"No. Why would he? That's the mouth that kisses his foal goodnight!"

"And you've never sucked his dick?"

"Well of course I have!" she said, rolling her eyes. "Sheesh, I'm not stupid. How else are you supposed to suck the semen out? And I'm sure not going to be able to take it in the bum if it's dry."

"And he never returned the favor?" he asked. She shook her head. "That simply will not do." Before Twilight could even say another word, Anon closed the distance, cupping her marehood with his mouth and licking her with practiced precision. Up and down between her lips, and occasionally probing inside, savoring the rare sweetness of her pristine flower. He hadn't been anypony's first before. Except for Rarity, though. Technically. As good as she tasted, it wasn't this unique, virgin flavor. He glanced at the flask of semen on the shelf.

"So is that common?" he asked, pointing at the ornate bottle with his free hand while the other started working a couple fingers into her pussy.

Twilight's eyes fluttered from the feeling of her pussy being serviced. But her gaze followed the direction of his finger to the flask.

"Yeah-" she breathed. "Lots of ponies do it. Usually lesbians who don't care for penetration. So they just get a bit of it and put it in themselves to quell their heat."

"Or in your case, if their partner is away," Anon added, "But I'll bet they put it in here, and not their ass." He added a third and fourth finger. He was unsure if she even heard him as her head lolled back onto the massage table pad. He proceeded with great care and caution, gently feeling his way inside her for any sort of barrier. Rarity may not have had her hymen anymore, but Twilight still could.

Anon rotated his wrist and added the tip of his thumb with the rest of his fingers inside her, advancing slowly, agonizingly so, until the widest part of his hand slipped inside her entrance. Twilight let out a sharp gasp. But with the most difficult part passed, the rest would be smooth sailing as he pushed deeper inside her. Inch after inch of his arm slid inside without meeting any sort of resistance.

Before long, Anon's (elbow) deep tissue massage was precisely that, with the crook of his elbow against her vulva, and the knuckles of his fist just barely grazing her cervix. As was the case in the anatomy book he had gotten from Nurse Redheart, like humans, the hymen wasn't like some sort of freshness seal. In many cases, it was a very small part of the internal architecture, or absent all together, so breaking it the first time wasn't always necessary, or even possible.

Losing one's virginity didn't always have to be painful. So much the better for Twilight. She deserved for this to be a pleasant experience. Reading her reactions as he bottomed out inside her told him that it certainly seemed to be the case. He brought his arm about two thirds of the way out and slid back inside her again and again.

Accustomed to him now, her whimpers at the strange sensation inside her turned into throaty moans of pleasure. Taking a stallionhood in her tailpipe didn't hurt, per se, but neither was it explicitly pleasurable either. But taking a load of foal batter deep inside her always served to satisfy her estrus. And she was never one to argue with results. Feeling it moving in and out gave her only an echo of this sort of pleasure, diffused through her internal anatomy.

But now that she was finally getting a proper rutting, everything she had ever felt before this paled in comparison. It was like night and day. Like the difference between shooting a canon ball and throwing it. Her body squirmed on the massage table, but Anon had her anchored well in place with his arm literally in her center of mass.

Anon pumped his arm in and out of her at a steady pace. There was no need to try to mix things up for her first time and startle her. He let the pleasure build up inside her slowly. Her clitoris instinctively winked at him in a desperate plea for attention. With his free hand he gently massaged it with his thumb, so as to not overstimulate her too soon.

He brought his arm about halfway out and felt a spongy mound within her vagina's anterior wall. He unfurled his fingers and pressed them against that spot, curling them back in a come-hither motion against it over and over again. With his other thumb still on her clit, he placed the rest of his palm over the corresponding area above her vulva, letting him massage inside her more firmly.

Twilight's general moans of pleasure shifted into nervous whimpers. Her complexation turned into a deeper shade of red blushing. "Anon, I- I know I went before you came in here, but I think I need to use the little fillies room."

"You're alright, Twilight," he said, keeping up the assault on her g-spot.

Twilight felt the pressure building up inside her. Her horn sputtered a few useless sparks. She couldn't focus her magic. She could barely remember her own name. She tried to squirm away, but her muscles failed her. With half his forearm inside her pussy, Anon had complete control of her body.

"Anon! S- something's happening! Please! I- I can't hold it!"

"Don't hold it in, Twilight."

"N-no- I- I don't-"

Anon pressed his palm against her abdomen a bit more as he kept massaging her g-spot. "It's okay, Twilight. You'll feel so much better."

"Nngh-" Twilight writhed on the table, unable to get away from the growing tension in her belly. The building pressure. Twisting itself into a bigger and bigger knot, getting pulled tighter and tighter.

"Give it to me. Let it go."

"NyyaaAAHH!" The knot snapped and her pussy quivered and gripped as she gushed out around his wrist with a mighty spray. Her hips involuntarily bucked into the air, thrusting against his arm as a series of smaller squirts accompanied each spasm.

Anon relented his assault and kept still to let her come down from the ecstasy of her climax. Once she finally relaxed, he gently pulled his wrist out of her.

Twilight looked down at herself and blushed, covering her face with her hooves in shame as another gush spurted out after his hand pulled free.

"Oh my goodness!" she whimpered. "I'm so sorry! I can't believe I wet myself!"

Anon chuckled. "Well, yes and no. I mean, yes, you clearly did, and me." He tugged at the soaked fabric of his Royal Guard costume. "But not in the way you're thinking. Didn't it feel good?"

The rational part of Twilight's mind slowly came back online. "Yes. Really good!"

Anon licked his fingers before toweling them dry. "Yeah. That's called an orgasm. I can't believe you've never had that before."

Twilight brushed her tousled mane out of her eyes. "Well I've never gotten intimate with a human before."

"Rightly, that should happen for you every time you have sex," he said. "Though it can be tough if you're only doing anal. Speaking of..." Anon grabbed the bottle of stallion semen. "Was it your plan you just... pour this in your ass?"

"Well I was going to use an applicator."

"What, you mean like a cooking baster?" he asked.

"Well I was thinking, more like-" Twilight pointed at the shelf, at the strap-on dildo with the cum lube pump function.

"I mean, yeah. We can still do that. But... I guess the bigger question is, now that you've discovered vaginal intercourse, do you still want that up your butt? Because that is not how you make foals."

"Well I know that now!" she said in embarrassment.

"And if he has a foal, then he must also know that."

"Yes, that stands to reason."

"So he must be purposefully trying to not get you pregnant."

"..."

"Right?"

"But why would he do that?" she asked.

Anon shrugged. "Lots of reasons. But I have no idea. That's between you two."

"Well luckily, that's not a factor right now," she said, looking at the flask.

"Isn't it?" Anon asked. "If you decide to have a child with someone, it should be something that you both choose to do, honestly, together."

Twilight frowned. "It's not like he would be able to be involved, anyway."

"I know. Because he's married. Which, again, maybe you should find somepony else to-"

"No!" Twilight snapped. "I don't want anypony else. I don't want anypony else's foal!"

"Well then I will tell you the same thing I would tell anyone else. Talk to your partner. Now that you know how to properly get pregnant, then you should convince him to do it himself."

Twilight's horn glowed as she narrowed her eyes. "I could just take that flask back from you and do it myself."

"I'm certain that you could. If that's how you want to win. If that's how you want to bring a new life into the world. Through deceit. Betraying the wishes of the one pony you seem to care so much about."

Twilight's horn faded. "No."

Anon grabbed the strap-on and equipped it onto himself. Though it was designed to be worn by a mare, the adjustability of the straps made it work well enough. He poured the flask of semen into the lube pump.

"Alright, come on," he said. "Flip over so we can put this where it was intended."

Twilight rolled over on the table and Anon squirted a copious amount of lube onto the dildo, and then he smeared a handful against her puckered ponut. As with other mares that had a penchant for playing the back nine, her O-ring stretched around the blunt tip of the dildo with minimal resistance. Bit by bit he worked it into her.

It was a familiar sensation to her. It only elicited a gasp from her when she felt her pussy being penetrated as well. With the dildo braced against his pelvis, his real penis was free to also fuck her at the same time.

"Nice?"

Twilight nodded. "Yeah. It actually feels better!"

Anon started thrusting. Unlike the stallion fucking her ass in the past, Anon was positioned low enough for his balls to hit her formerly-neglected clit during the rut.

Twilight panted as her hooves gripped at the table edges as he fucked her. Intercourse had never been so pleasurable before.

"Oh princess, my princess!" Anon said, playing up the role of the Royal Guard pony. "How may I serve thee?"

"Pull my tail! And- preen!" she moaned.

Anon took a handful of her tail and held it taut with a firm tension as he leaned forward to nibbled on the tips of her feathers like he had learned.

"How. Is this? My Princess?" he asked between nibbles.

"Tell me-" Twilight struggled to talk as he rutted her. "Tell me I'm better than your wife."

"Of course!" Anon said. "You're smarter, and prettier, and so much better than my wife, my Princess!" He reached around underneath her with his free hand to play with her clit even more. He felt her shudder as she was getting closer to a second orgasm. Twilight put her face into her hooves.

"Is something wrong, my princess?" he asked.

She was teetering on the edge of another climax. It wasn't that she was embarrassed to cum again. "T- tell me you love me and-" she whimpered, "Call me Twilie."

Anon felt himself getting close too. He leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "I love you, Twilie."

Twilight cried out as she came a second time. The powerful muscles of her tight pussy milked his dick. It would be a tragedy if human semen could soil the flavor of a virgin pony pussy. But it was too late to turn back now. He hilted into her pussy and ass as he came inside her. He let go of her tail to grab the lube pump and squirt the stallion semen deep inside her ass, sure to quell her heat if her multiple orgasms didn't.

A costume change and another shower later, Anon was ready to head home.

Princess Twilight had likewise taken some time to make herself decent. She met him outside the spa.

"Hey," she greeted.

"Hey," he echoed.

"Walk you home?" she offered.

"Uh..."

"As a friend," she added.

He shrugged. "Yeah, sure."

They walked together through Ponyville in the evening twilight.

"Thank you. Again" Twilight said.

"You're welcome... again," he groaned. The mare had been a broken record of gratitude from the moment they finished until he finally managed to kick her out of the spa long enough to clean and close up.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do to repay you?" she asked.

"No. I mean, not unless you can expedite the shipping delivery of my new bed. Because right now, bed is all I'm thinking about."

"I can do that!" Twilight said. "Once we get to your house, I could teleport it into your bedroom!"

"That... that would actually be really great!" Anon said.

They walked up to the front door and Anon unlocked it with his key. Inside, Chrysalis was sitting at the kitchen table with a copy of Ogres & Oubliettes©, grid paper, spreadsheets, and paint. Across from her was a stallion with white fur, and a two-tone blue mane. Each of them were wielding a paintbrush.

Twilight balked. "Shining!? What are you doing here with her!?"

Shining Armor looked down at the little figurine held in his magic, and then back at her. "... Painting miniatures?"

Author's Note

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