Anon had made quite a bit of money for his first day. But as he walked home from work that evening, he couldn't help feel like it was... wrong .

Home was a small cottage on the edge of town, at the border of the Everfree Forest, where he had first appeared in this world. It belonged to the quiet yellow pegasus that found him in the forest and probably saved his life. He opened the door to the cottage and walked inside.

"How was your first day of work at the spa, Anon?" Fluttershy asked from her couch. She sipped her cup of tea as Anon kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket on the coat hook just inside the front door.

He looked at his hand. The one he had used to jerk off a unicorn's horn as a 'happy ending' massage earlier that day. He had washed it multiple times, but it still felt... dirty.

"It was... strange," Anon said as he looked at Fluttershy. She appeared concerned at the tone of his words. "Hey, does this world have... prostitutes?" he asked.

"Prostitutes?" she asked.

"It's- it's someone who has sex for money," he said, then quickly added, "N- not that I'm looking for one!"

"Oh. You mean like a stud?" she asked.

"What?"

"A stud. A stallion that mares pay to breed with them," Fluttershy explained.

Anon was dumbfounded. "... That's a thing?"

"Sure," she said, matter-of-factly. "I don't know if you've noticed, Anon, but the female-to-male ratio here is about nine to one. So... us girls have to share."

"But I've seen lots of married ponies. Mr. and Mrs. Cake, your parents-"

"Oh I know," Fluttershy said. "My mom is one of the lucky ones. Getting a stallion all to her own. But most mares may never marry, or end up becoming part of a herd."

"A herd?"

"Yeah. All married to the same stallion," Fluttershy explained. "But most mares are fine with being single mothers. But in order to have a foal..." She made an implying motion with her hoof. "... That's where a stud comes in."

"Phrasing."

"What?"

"Nothing... But how do you feel about... all that?" he asked.

She tilted her head slightly. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Anon rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, where I'm from, the women who do that... and guys too, I guess, they're... they're not highly regarded by society. In fact in most places it's illegal to have sex for money."

"But... but why?" Fluttershy asked. "Aren't they just providing a service like any other industry?"

"Well it's different for studs, isn't it?" he asked. "They're more like a... fertility service, right?"

Fluttershy blushed. "Well, sort of. But even if a mare isn't trying to have a foal, a stud is- it's still... nice."

"But isn't it a taboo, like, shameful to have sex for money?" he asked.

"Well, it's not like mares brag about renting a stud..." She smirked. "Unless they're giving a friend a recommendation."

"But I mean, for the stud," Anon said. "Isn't there shame in doing that for a job?"

"Oh not at all! Being a stud is one of the best things a stallion can aspire to be!"

"I... find it hard to disagree with that," Anon said. "But I mean, what does society think about a stallion being a stud?"

"They're practically heroes," Fluttershy said.

Anon raised a dubious eyebrow. "Heroes?"

"Maybe not like a Royal Guard. Although a lot of the guard do moonlight..."

"But heroes though?

"Sure! When the spring estrus sets in and every mare goes into heat, it's agony!" she said with the emphasis of experience. "Studs provide a vital service to all the mares that don't have a stallion of their own."

Anon looked at the calendar. The vernal equinox was just around the corner. It would explain a lot about what had been happening. "Wait, so how are we not waist-deep in foals then?" he asked.

Fluttershy playfully tousled Anon's hair with her wing. "Contraception potions, silly! We're not savages."

He chuckled. "It seems like you ponies have it all figured out."

Fluttershy trotted out of the living room and into the kitchen. "I'm going to get dinner started."

Anon caught his dim reflection in the window glass. Heroes huh? Anon thought as he struck a heroic pose.

He looked down at his hand.

It didn't seem as dirty as it felt before.

"Good morning Anon," Aloe said as she got the spa ready to open.

"Good morning, Aloe," he greeted as he put on his spa uniform. A white headband.

"Are you ready for your second day?" Lotus asked.

Anon washed his hands in the sink basin. He looked at them and then toweled them dry. "Yes. I am."

"I'm sure you will have more clients today," Aloe said. "They seemed like they really enjoyed your service yesterday!"

"I bet," Anon murmured.

"Lyra was practically glowing," Lotus added. "You must really have magic feelers!"

"Magic fingers," he corrected. "And thank you. I'm just doing what I can with what I've got."

Aloe turned the front door to 'open'. After a short while a couple of ponies came in with appointments. Anon waited on standby for any walk-ins, and minded the front counter while Aloe and Lotus worked. Afterwards, he would help out with any chores like sweeping. Without clients, he wasn't being paid. But it was always nice to be helpful to those you work with. And it made the day go by. Considering how much Lyra had given him the day before, he could stand to go a day or two without.

The bell of the spa door jingled. A black & white striped earth pony walked in wearing more bling than Mister T.

Anon greeted her, "Welcome to the Ponyville spa. How may I help ja?" he said, trying to imitate the spa twins' accent.

"Lyra suggested you for a good time, but I did not expect you conversing in rhyme," she replied.

"Ah, so you're the one Lyra told?" Anon asked.

She leaned to the side to look past him and make sure that they were alone. "I'm the one that she was keen on sending, to see about your... happy ending."

Anon grumbled and grabbed a pencil. "Name?"

"Zecora, spelled the zebra way, Z-E-C-O-R-A."

"Zebra. Right, that makes sense," Anon said, looking at her stripes. "What, uh, exactly did Lyra tell you?"

"She said that you have just the thing, to help me through the heat of spring."

It was clear to Anon that the zebra was speaking in rhyme. "Why are you talking like that? Are you doing a bit right now?"

"The only bits I'm keen to do, are the ones attached to you."

Anon's hands covered the crotch of his pants. He looked back over his shoulder to make sure Aloe and Lotus were still in their suites and didn't hear them. "For someone who speaks in rhyme, you're awfully direct."

"There's no need for your defense. I'm simply skipping the pretense."

"No shit." He waved for her to follow him to his suite where they could at least speak privately. "Well I hope your fetish is disappointment, because I'm hardly hung like a horse."

Zecora walked over and took his hand in her hooves, rolling his fingers to ball up into a fist. She held his fist in one hoof and his elbow in the other, looking at the length of his forearm between. "Do not compare yourself to other guys. You have them matched, at least in size."

Anon looked at his own forearm and imagined having a dick that size. It seemed like it would be inconvenient most of the time.

Zecora flipped the lock on the suite door. Anon grumbled. "That would have been handy to know about yesterday."

She climbed up onto the massage table. "If you could see to my demand, to feel the magic of your hand."

She flicked her tail to the side. Unlike other ponies, the hair at the base of her tail was very short, with her longer hair kept out at the end. The result left little to the imagination. And there it was. It wasn't like he hadn't caught a passing glimpse of pony genitals before. They rarely wore clothes. But here she was purposefully putting herself on display to him. "Please try not to make me wait. I am in a bit of a state."

It was an understatement. The entirety of her marehood was glistening wet. Even if he had never seen a human pussy before, he could plainly tell that she was in a heightened state of arousal.

Anon remembered Fluttershy telling him that it was agony for a mare. He remembered what it was like when he was in high school, walking around with a painfully-hard erection twenty five hours a day. "Is it really that uncomfortable?" he asked.

Zecora started to wheeze in anticipation. "The spring season can make, a mare's entire body ache!"

"Why me? Why not rent a stud?" he asked.

"Trust me, it is not my goal, to have a striped hybrid-pony foal."

"Contraceptive potion?"

"I would prefer to just have sex, but I don't like the side effects."

"So you just want me to... touch it?" he asked.

"Yes if you would please make haste!" She looked back at him with a coy grin. "And help yourself to have a taste."

"That's gonna be a hard pass from me," he said as he rummaged through the cabinet drawers. He realized he was never going to find any gloves for the only pair of hands in Equestria. He nervously moved his hand toward her backside. Without even touching her, his palm could feel the heat radiating off of her. He extended a finger to gently touch her puffy labia. There was a flash of movement at the base of her marehood.

Anon shrieked. "WhatTheFuckWasThat!"

"There is no need for alarm, it's nothing that will cause you harm. It's a better sign than you think. My clit just gave a little wink."

"Your clit?" Anon asked. She nodded. He carefully placed a finger against the side of her pussy, pulling it open slightly. Recessed just slightly inside was a small pink nub. His finger moved closer to it and it suddenly bulged out at him, making him jump back again.

Zecora's hooves gripped the edges of the table. "Heartstrings had seemed rather pleased, but she never warned how much you teased!"

Anon glared at her. "Hey, this is new territory for me, okay! All I did was give her a hornjob! I've barely even seen this before, let alone touched one. Just give me a second." He looked back a Zecora's striped, sideways lips, and focused on working up his nerve to continue.

"I get your need for concentration, but could we please get to the p-"

"I'm working on it!" he said. He brought his finger back to her pussy, pressing it in between her lips. Like the rest of pony anatomy, the basic architecture was similar enough to a human. He slid up along her slit, easily finding the entrance to her vagina below her puckered anus.

"If you feel up for doing more, you can try out my back door," she said.

Anon slowly slid a finger into her vagina. "I know that I'm getting paid, to help you feel you're getting laid. But I feel I must be blunt; I would just assume not, go near your balloon knot. Think I'll stick to your... front."

"I don't want to ask again for you to finally put it in."

"It is in," he said as he slid his finger in and out a few times. Zecora looked back at him in mild annoyance. Anon added another finger and, then a third with ease given her copious lubrication. "Look it's not my fault you have such a big- uh, expectation."

Zecora sighed. "Why must all males measure their worth, by their strength, their length, and girth?" she asked. "By now I hoped you'd realize, my expectation isn't size. Yes, I'd like to feel a stud inside, but for more than just a thirty second ride."

"Wait, what?" Anon asked. "Thirty seconds? That's how long they last?"

"Of all the mares I've asked, I'd guess; that's the average, more or less. They like to think their job's complete, when they serve to douse our heat. They cum and go without a care, but it takes more to satisfy a mare."

Anon pulled out his fingers and looked at the thin strand of her sticky arousal hanging between them. Maybe his dick wasn't as visually impressive, but that didn't matter. He had it where it counts. Thirty seconds? he mused. Suddenly size didn't matter at all. He had virtually unlimited stamina compared to that. In this world, he was like a sexual superhero! These mares needed him!

The two most important days of your life are the day you're born, and the day you find out why.

Anon realized this was that day! He discovered his calling, his purpose! It's got to be his destiny! "Because that's what my cutie mark is telling me," Anon said as he slid all four of his fingers into Zecora's pussy, soon followed by his thumb and the rest of his hand up to his wrist. Zecora let out a throaty groan that wouldn't even be able to rhyme with itself.

The inside of her vagina gripped his hand and smothered it in a heat that wasn't quite unbearable. But felt he would definitely hesitate to sit down in a tub of water of this temperature. Her pussy relaxed after a moment.

"More?" he asked.

Zecora's striped, mohawk mane swished as she nodded, accompanied by nothing more than an affirmative moan. He pushed his hand deeper inside her pussy, inch by inch. He watched as more and more of his forearm vanished into the mare until he was almost up to his elbow, then the tips of his fingers bumped into something. Zecora winced and her body recoiled slightly away from him.

"Too deep?" he asked.

Zecora took a deep breath. "I am quite enjoying the service, but do try to avoid my cervix."

"Right." Anon curled is fingers back to form a fist, making sure to give himself enough clearance to not bump into her uterus even when he went as deep as his forearm could go. He gave a few slow thrusts, gauging her reaction just to make sure.

Anon planted his feet and steadied himself. He increased his range of motion, making long strokes in and then almost all the way out to the wrist, leaving just his broad fist inside before plowing back in. In no time he had a good rhythm going, her pussy making wet squelching noises each time he sank his fist home, and trying to suck him back in when he pulled out.

Zecora looked like she was in the haze of a shaman's trance. Her eyes were rolled back like she was trying to look at her brain. Her tongue was lolling out and she had almost as much drool coming from her mouth as her pussy. He half expected her to start speaking in tongues. He briefly wondered if she started speaking a different language if her words would rhyme in that language or the translation.

His upper arm slapped against her ass, sending her wetness splashing everywhere. He felt her clit wink against his elbow. He reached under her with his free hand and pressed his thumb against it, gently, but firmly. She let out a feral groan and her whole pussy gripped his arm as she came. He tried pulling back, but ended up pulling her entire body along with him. Her hind legs flopped off the end of the table, trembled and shook as she came until they hung limp under her, dripping with her wetness running down her inner thighs. He tried to pull his arm out of her again. Her tail whipped up and wrapped around his bicep.

"More, more, er... more!" she babbled. Whatever the mechanism was in her brain that compelled her to speak in rhyme, it was obviously cross-firing. But the intent of her message was clear.

Never one to leave a lady wanting, Anon pushed his arm back into her, taking some of her weight in both arms to lift her back up onto the massage table. For the next couple thrusts he rolled his wrist around inside her in a circular motion as he went, and kept his thumb rubbing her winking clit. At about one third the depth of her vagina, his fist rolled against a specific part of her anterior wall.

He felt a big gush spray into his free palm and her whole body trembled and shook. She suddenly rolled over onto her back, nearly twisting his arm right off , sending him slipping and sliding on the wet floor as her pussy judo flipped him over with her, still squirting and spurting arcs of marecum into his lap. When her pussy stopped gripping his arm enough to finally let him go, he fell backwards onto the slippery floor.

Her left hind leg involuntarily twitched as she laid there, motionless on the massage table.

"Oh my god, I fucked her to death!" Anon cried, scrambling to get back to his feet. His initial shock passed when he could easily see that she was still breathing, with a wide smile plastered across her face.

Anon looked at himself. Every single part of him was sticky, from his head down to his toes. The whole room reeked of mare-in-heat. He desperately needed a shower. This time, preferably in water.

"You okay?" he asked.

Zecora just giggled and nodded.

"Okay. Because I need to clean myself. And this room. And then probably myself again."

Zecora slowly opened one eye just a bit and extended a hoof to him. He held it and helped her to roll back over and climb down from the massage table. Her hind legs gave out and she flopped onto the floor.

Anon realized that if this was going to be a regular thing, he was going to have to get a wheelchair from Ponyville General Hospital to roll out his clients. In his mind he started to form a shopping list of the things he could foresee needing in the future. He helped her up again onto shaky hooves. Once he was sure that she could stand on her own, he grabbed her bag for her.

"I need to stay here and... clean," Anon said. "Why don't you go ahead take advantage of the spa shower room?"

Zecora nodded and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out her coin pouch. She held it out to him in her hoof. She was still barely able to see straight. "I was going to go buy... stuff. But for you, even this is not enough." She stumbled to the door and shuffled off to the shower room.

Anon poked his head out into the lobby, making sure the coast was clear. He walked over to the janitor closet to grab the hose and brought it back to his suite. He closed and locked the door. Then he lifted up the bench top to access the water line running to the showers, sauna, and hot tub. He attached the hose to a side spigot, stripped off his clothes, and sprayed down the entire room in tepid water, and then himself, letting it run down the floor drain.

He toweled himself dry and got dressed. His clothes were hardly clean, but it wasn't as bad as before. He coiled up the hose but kept it connected. He had a feeling he would be needing it again.

He opened the door and went back out into the lobby. Aloe and Lotus had just finished seeing off their two most recent clients. Anon grabbed an extra towel from the lobby stack and tied a couple of the corners around his collar.

"What are you doing?" Lotus asked.

"It's a cape, get it?" Anon said.

"No capes!" Aloe said.

"But I'm like a super hero!"

Aloe yanked it, briefly strangling him. "NO CAPES!"

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