The low sunlight of the late afternoon streaked through the spa's lobby windows as Anon shuffled out of his massage suite, preceded by yet another thoroughly-satisfied client prancing through the lobby to the spa's exit.

"Fuck, is it five o'clock yet?" Anon grumbled. "At least the line at the front counter has diminished." Lotus gave him a harsh reminder that the line had just been for ponies making appointments. Anon groaned again.

A younger, more naïve version of himself would have loved the idea of getting paid for this kind of work. (Though maybe not necessarily with ponies.) The reality of it was far more labor-intensive than he had ever imagined. The clock in town square tolled five times to indicate the hour. "Ugh, finally!"

Lotus closed up the spa while Aloe ushered out the remaining patrons, reminding them to return in the morning for another chance to make an appointment.

Anon shuffled his feet through the lobby in nothing more than the boxers that Rarity had tailored for him. The rest of his clothes had gone into the wash earlier that day and he didn't bother to retrieve them. They clung to him with wetness, him having hosed himself down without even bothering to remove them. They were as dirty as the rest of him had been. And likely, still were. He shuffled over into Suite 2 and flopped face-first onto Lotus's massage table, letting the dead weight of his arms hang to either side of him like bags of cement.

"Meester Anon, are you alright?" Lotus asked with concern as she trotted in after him.

"No. I'm dead," he grumbled. Anon had never really been out of shape in his life. He was one of those blessed people with a great metabolism. Just the same, he was no body builder. Even with his experienced, toned muscles from being a masseur back in his world, he had been ill-prepared for just how much sheer exertion was involved with fist-fucking dozens of mares to orgasm one after another.

Lotus reached out to touch him, grimacing for a moment before making contact. Anon could hardly blame her for it. He had washed himself off as best as he could. But he had been repeatedly drenched in his clients'... satisfaction, to the point that it felt like it practically permeated into his pores. He had gone nose-blind to the smell. Clearly Lotus hadn't.

"Anon?" Aloe said from the doorway of the suite.

"Tired." Aloe sat beside the table and looked at him with concern. "Just- need-a minuh- t- rest," he assured her. Lotus pulled open a drawer in her suite's storage unit. She retrieved a jar of cream and applied a bit to her hooves and then passed it to her sister. Lotus started rubbing down Anon's shoulder on her side. "Whussat?" he asked.

"Muscle cream," Lotus said. "For your tired arms." Aloe started rubbing down his other shoulder. Anon found that he had to alternate between using both of them to give each one a break between clients. "For soreness, relaxation, and heeealing." The cream felt cool at first, and a little tingly like a menthol rub, then as she rubbed it in it felt warmer. "Anon? You are making a lot of ponies very happy, taking care of them like that,"

"Mhmm, I can tell."

"Don't forget to let yourself be taken care of," Aloe added.

"Thank you, ladies," Anon said.

"Shhh..." Lotus whispered. "You can thank us another day when your strength returns."

It took no leap of his imagination to know just how.

Anon stood outside the door to his condo in the fading light of the evening. His arms hung limp at his sides. The key to the door was in his pants pocket. It should have been a simple enough task for him to reach into his pocket and retrieve the key. Normally that was true. But life had been anything but normal since he had arrived in this world. And while his arms weren't sore anymore, they still felt very heavy.

The key in his hand felt like the weight of a dying star as he pulled it out of his pocket and put it into the door's lock. He opened the door and shuffled inside, closing it behind him. He made his way through the dim hallway of his condo and flopped onto his bed.

~ Babies didn't sleep this well. ~

Anon walked into work with a spring in his step, bright-eyed and ready to take on the day. He clocked in early, even, which was a first. He stood with a smile, bounding with energy, ready to receive his first client as the clock tower chimed the morning's opening hour.

The clock tower rang.

"Oh fuuuugg!" Anon groaned, crawling out of his bed. It was a dream. And now he was already late for work. Luckily he was already dressed, as he had slept in his clothes. He threw open his front door and headed out... And immediately face-planted into the ground. He tripped over something on his front stoop. He wiped the grass off his face and looked at the box, reading the tag:

From Rarity 💋

He opened the box quickly. It was a whole new set of clothes and an assortment of new boxer shorts in a variety of colors and fabric patterns. Anon quickly darted back inside his condo and got changed. He was now even more late, but at least he didn't look like a shambling transient. He jogged past Sugar Cube Corner. There was no time for breakfast. Perhaps he could order delivery.

Arriving at the spa, there was a large crowd waiting outside of it. It wasn't entirely unexpected for him. But it wasn't the organized line that it had been the day before. This one looked more like an angry mob.

"Let us in!" one mare yelled.

"It's past opening time!"

"My appointment was ten minutes ago!"

"IT'S HIM!"

The sea of ponies turned and looked at him. Anon felt his stomach drop. "Oh fuck." But the stampede he was expecting never came. He cautiously walked closer to the spa. The crowd of ponies fell silent and parted to let him though to the spa entrance. The door was still locked, and the sign said 'Closed'.

Anon knocked and peered through the glass. Lotus was rushing around the spa frantically, and didn't even notice him. Aloe managed to see him and rushed over to let him in, locking the door behind him to keep out the crown.

"Hey Aloe, I just wanted to thank you and Lotus for that cream, my arms feel-"

"Anon! Where in Tartarus have you bean?"

"I'm sorry, I know I'm late, but I was super tired last night and-"

"Alright, that enchantment should do it," a unicorn said, walking out of Anon's massage suite, "Totally sound proofed."

"Thank you, Miss Amethyst," Lotus said to the mare. "Yesterday was very... awkward."

"And I get a priority slot in the queue, right?" Amethyst asked.

"Unless Meester Anon wishes to pay for the work himself," Lotus said, looking pointedly at the human.

"Actually, I'd really rather have that appointment," Amethyst insisted, shuffling her hind legs.

"At your pleasure," Aloe said. "Anon? Your first client awaits."

Anon flexed his arms through their range of motion, preparing for a long day ahead. They weren't tired, or even that sore. At worst, they felt like he had done a light set of jumping jacks. That cream was a damn miracle. "Alright, let's do this!" Anon waved her toward the suite.

The commotion of the crowd outside rose up again. At first, all present inside thought it was in outrage at the line-jumper.

"Out of the way!" a gruff stallion's voice came from the back of the crowd.

"Stand aside!" another said.

"Make way!"

A pair of spears waded through the crowd toward the entrance. At last a pair of stallions emerged in front of the doors covered from horn to heel in the brass armor of the Royal Guard. "Open this door in the name of the princess!"

"Goodness!" Aloe gasped, rushing over to open the door, letting them inside, and closing it behind them.

The unicorn guard looked at Anon. "Stop right there, criminal scum! Nopony breaks the law on my watch!" He slapped a set of cuffs around Anon's wrists.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Lotus demanded.

"We've received reports of unauthorized studding!" the pegasus stallion said. He looked at Anon. "Have you a fucking permit!?"

"A what now?" Anon asked.

The other guard slapped him in the back of his knees with the shaft of his spear, causing his legs to buckle. "We'll be asking the questions, scum!"

"Have you! A fucking! PERMIT!" the first yelled in his face, spraying it as much as saying it.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Anon said.

"Wrong answer!" the unicorn guard yelled at him. "Search him!"

The pegasus guard checked Anon's pockets. Finding nothing but the key to Anon's condo, and a bit pouch that he had emptied at home. "No permit!" he reported.

"Book 'em!" the unicorn said. The other put cuffs on him. "You have the right to remain silent-"

"I'm being arrested!?" Anon yelped. "On what charges?"

"Studding without a permit!" The pegasus said.

"Anything you say can be used against you in court," the unicorn continued.

"I didn't know I needed a permit!" Anon said.

"Ignorance of the law is not a defense!"

"Aloe! Lotus! I'm sorry, I-"

"And you two," the pegasus took out a pad of paper and issued the spa twins a ticket. "A steep fine for commercial aiding and abetting unlawful studding on the premises."

"You have a right to an attorney," the unicorn continued as he led Anon outside. The first officer joined them and they made their way through the crowd.

"Hey where are you taking him!" one of the mares yelled.

"To be processed at the police station," the guards told her

"Hey! I had an appointment with him!" another mare cried out.

"Me too!"
"Me too!" Other mares joined into the protest.

"Studding without a permit is a crime!" the guard said.

"Let him get a permit!"
"Let him work!"
"Let him go!"

The crowd was growing increasingly agitated and closed in on them. Though armed, and armored, the guards were hopelessly outnumbered by the mob of angry, horny mares. A force of nature not to be trifled with.

"Sir?" the pegasus guard asked nervously.

"ALRIGHT, FINE! We'll take him to get a permit at town hall!" the unicorn said.

The two guards flanked Anon as they escorted him to town hall. The crowd of mares followed after them, but were made to wait outside town hall once they got there. Anon was led inside to an annex chamber to the main room. Inside, three of the four walls were lined with benches that were filled with stallions. It was the most male ponies Anon had ever seen since he arrived in this world.

Though he could hardly pay them much notice. The far side of the room was the center of everypony's attention. Mayor Mare was overseeing the proceedings of permit issuance. Proceedings which, for lack of better language, were effectively live-action studding tryouts.

A mare that Anon didn't recognize was presently being covered by a beige stallion humping away in the front of the room. Beside them another mare was holding a stopwatch and a third had a clipboard.

The stallion finished and dismounted. "Twenty seven seconds!" another mare with the stopwatch reported.

"A good showing!" a third mare with a clipboard said. The mare that had just been rutted was a unicorn whose mane looked like toothpaste. She looked at the one with the clipboard, giving a small shake of her head. The one with the clipboard filled in the form before giving it to Mayor Mare. The mayor read it over and stamped a card with a bold B.

The white mare with the clipboard looked at Anon and the royal guards and put her pen into the bun of her brown mane. "Is there a problem?" she asked as she walked over.

"Miss Raven, he needs an expedited issuance," the guard told her.

"Okay, I need to do one more for the form I already started and then I can cut him in," Raven Inkwell said. She adjusted her glasses and resumed her post by the Mayor. The other stallions on the benches grumbled and glared at Anon. None looked too pleased to see him. The guard undid Anon's cuffs and sat him down on the end of the bench, keeping watch over him.

"Caramel?" Raven called out. A tan stallion with a brown mane got up from the bench and approached her. Raven's assistant knelt down and produced a tape measure. He needed no other coaxing to become fully erect. She measured his length, and girth, and read off the measurements to Raven, who recorded them. Her assistant stepped away, and waved him toward the breeding mare. "You may begin whenever you are ready."

Caramel mounted the mare and penetrated her. Raven's assistant started her stopwatch. A few second later it was the scene that they had walked in on. He finished and dismounted her with a wet 'pop', and his softening dick swung free like a heavy pendulum. Her assistant read off the time. The mare being rutted shook her head. Mayor Mare looked over the paperwork and issued him a card with a bold B stamp emblazoned on it.

"Alright, Anon. You're next," Raven said.

"Wait, what!?" Anon said. "Hold up, I didn't know this was what I was going to be doing!"

"If you want to stud, you need a permit!" the guard told him.

"We're not barbarians," Mayor Mare said. "Studs need to be registered so we can keep track of them for public health concerns."

"Equestria wants her slice," one of the other stallions on the bench grumbled. The others murmured in agreement.

Mayor Mare gave him a stern look. "And yes, the tax revenue is nice. To help support all the single mothers you boys make every year." The rabble of the stallions grew a bit louder. "I don't have to issue more of these," Mayor Mare said. Her threatening tone was thinly veiled as she waved her stamp at them. The crowd went quiet.

Mayor Mare looked at Anon and showed him an example permit. "We take your measurements, and grade your performance. If your mare experiences and orgasm, you get a bonus multiplier. You'll get an A, B, C, or D class permit, A being the best, D being the... least best. Your permit class will determine your asking rates. Simple. Now if you would...?" She motioned for him to walk over to Raven, her assistant brandishing a tape measure.

"Okay, for one, I didn't know I was going to be doing this today!" Anon said. "And for two, I didn't think it would be in front of an audience!"

Raven looked at him over her glasses. "Oh. Performance anxiety? That's going to be a penalty." She made a mark on her test sheet. "Alright, strip."

Anon looked back at the guard by the door. "It's this or the slammer!" the guard told him. Anon unbuttoned his shirt and nervously stepped out of his pants and boxers. Despite the sexual nature of the situation, he was still quite flaccid.

"Do you need a fluffer?" Raven asked.

"Fluffer?" Anon asked.

"Minuette?" Raven called. The freshly-rutted unicorn mare with the toothpaste mane trotted over to him and held his penis with her magic. Before he could even react, she started sucking it.

"Whoahohoaheynow!" Anon stammered. His objections melted away as the mare demonstrated that she clearly knew what she was doing with her oral technique. Anon was fully erect in ten seconds flat. "Whoa whoa, stop," Anon said. "You don't have to do this." She stopped sucking at his behest and looked up at him.

"Have to?" Minuette said, looking confused. "Do you know how long I've been waiting to win the lottery to be here!? To get rutted by all these studs for free!?"

"Uh... okay."

Minuette looked at his erection. "Is that... it?" she asked. The other stallions snickered. Anon didn't say no. "Twinkleshine?" Minuette waved over Raven's assistant who held out the tape measure. She read off the measurements of his length and girth, much to the louder snickering of the other stallions. "Don't listen to them," Minuette whispered to him. "There hasn't been an A class stud since Big Mac got married. Just do your best, and you'll still get a permit, even if it's a D." She turned around and flagged her tail at him.

"So do you want me to just... go for it?"

"The timer starts as soon as you penetrate, and ends once you cum," Mayor Mare explained. "Don't try to fake not cumming, or else Minuette will tell us. Once you start, don't stop. No taking breaks or going slow to prolong it. Just keep a steady pace. Understand?"

"Okay, I get it," Anon said. "And you're alright with this?" he asked Minuette.

Minuette nodded enthusiastically. "It's what I've been waiting for! And we only just started! So I haven't... you know, gotten off yet. So I'm a little antsy to get to it!"

"There are a lot of other stud applicants, Anon. If there are no more delays?" Mayor Mare asked insistently.

"Well excuuuse me, Mayor!" Anon said. "But consent is important to me."

Minuette smirked. "She's just grumpy because she hasn't gotten off yet, either," she whispered.

"I heard that," Mayor said.

"Anon?" Twinkleshine waved her stopwatch at him.

"Alright, alright," Anon said. He walked up behind Minuette and put one hand on her hip and the other to guide his dick into her. Once he slid it in, he heard the stopwatch beep. As instructed, he started thrusting at a regular pace. Several stallions laughed at his form, or lack there of. Just standing there behind her and not even leaning to put his weight on her and over to cover her to assert dominance. But not having to bear the weight of a stallion on her back let Minuette be able to enjoy herself more.

Ten, fifteen, twenty seconds later and he was still plapping away. The laughing among the stallions stopped.

Thirty seconds passed by. Mayor Mare asked, "Is he using a spell or a potion?"

Raven's magic scanned him quickly. "He's clean."

After a full minute of Anon's balls hitting Minuette's clit her legs started to quiver and a spurt of wetness dripped onto the floor.

"Was that him?" Mayor asked.

"No, that was her," Raven said, watching in fascination as the human showed no signs of stopping.

"That shouldn't count! She was warmed up!" one of the stallions yelled in protest.

Minuette's clit winked harder as he fucked right through her orgasm, sending her spiraling into another one less than another thirty seconds later. Her front hooves gave out and she fell forward. The angle only served to accentuate the degree of her clitoris extending and being his. Minuette started tapping the floor frantically as her pussy squirted again. 'Tapping out', it seemed.

"Twinkleshine, swap in!" Mayor Mare said.

"What- already!?" she yelped.

Raven took the stopwatch from her. "Get in there quickly before Minuette passes out!"

Twinkleshine quickly stood in place next to Minuette and flagged her tail.

"You want me to-"

"Yes! Switch over!" Twinkleshine told him. Anon quickly pulled out of Minuette and mounted Twinkleshine. At first, Twinkleshine couldn't understand what the big deal was. He was only about as thick as a colt, and not even half the length of one. But as her session stretched on beyond the half-minute mark as well, his persistent fucking was making all the nerve endings in the first few inches of her vagina go positively wild. The rest of that first minute had her clit winking out to meet his thrusts. She didn't make quite as big of a squirt as Minuette, but not even two minutes into her portion of the session and her whinny punctuated her orgasm dripping from her, spotting the floor.

"Again!?" Raven asked in astonishment. Twinkleshine nodded quickly with her teeth grit to keep from moaning out loud.

Anon looked over his shoulder at the other stallions. Most looked like their jaws were barely hanging on as they watched him turn a second mare into a quivering mess. He started thrusting harded just to make a show of it. Like the mare before her, Twinkleshine's hooves gave out from under her. Anon held her fast and didn't stop. Twinkleshine pawed at the floor in agony and ecstasy. But she didn't tap out. She held out and her hind legs held firm. Raven made note of a fresh batch of wetness splashing with each slap of his hips against hers. And then Twinkleshine's whole body went limp.

"She's out cold!" Raven reported.

"Get in there!" Mayor Mare said.

Raven dutifully took her place next to Twinkleshine's unconscious body as Mayor Mare picked up the stopwatch. Anon switched over to start fucking Raven. Not more than twenty seconds in, and she was already starting to breath heavy.

"Okay, you've made your point!" Raven moaned at him. "Feel free to finish! Don't expect to make me orgasm." She could actually hear Anon smile. He leaned over her and wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her tight as he started to speed-fuck her. "What are you doing!?"

"This is how we do it... HUMAN-style!" Anon reached around under her belly, his fingers playing with her clit as he fucked her harder and faster. The pencil in her mane fell out, along with the rest of her bun. Her mane fell free in a tangled mess swishing back and forth along with her body. Her mouth hung open as she panted and started to sweat. Her glasses slid off her slick nose and clattered onto the floor. She hardly noticed as she got her living daylights rutted right out of her. Anon's skilled fingers deftly playing with her clit in a way that no stallion's tongue or magic ever could.

Raven clenched her eyes and chewed her lip to try to stifle her moans, but she just moaned through her nose instead. She kept waiting for that familiar feeling of a penis throbbing inside her to let her know the ride was over, but on he went, and still it didn't come. But she could feel it coming for her. That pressure building in her belly. She didn't think she would be in this position until long after lunch, let alone teetering on the brink of an orgasm brought on by a just one male during a stud tryout. She knew herself. She knew what was coming next. She tried to keep herself from cumming, but she was in a runaway train heading for the brink.

"GHn-Nnnnooo!" Raven cried out in a final protest as her clit winked into his fingers one last time. Her pussy winked around his dick, gripping at it as she came hard, all at once in a big gush, soaking his feet where he stood. Her hind legs went limp, but he just held onto her, supporting her weight with his arm wrapped around her, letting her hind legs dangle freely. Her front hooves idly shuffled around and her head hung low, blushing in embarrassment at the mess she made.

Anon felt his own climax coming on. He grunted and growled with his last few hard thrusts. Part of it was for show, to make a point. Part of it was fucking out of frustration of being so pent up in this world. Part of it just came from deep down in the primal part of his brain, to fuck, to rut, to claim this female as his property. "NGGHHAAH!" Anon growled and wrapped both arms around her and stood upright as he came, lifting her with him like a half-suplex. He held her up in front of him, with her back pinned to his chest, as she came again and he came inside her.

Her hind legs kicked in panic, and his dick popped free of her pussy, followed by a fresh spray of her orgasm arcing out in front of them with impressive distance across the floor. With what strength he had left, he placed Raven on the floor as gently as he could manage to let her recover. Her legs gave out from under her and she just laid on the floor, in her own mess, and also his dripping from her pussy.

Anon stood there before Mayor Mare, butt naked in town hall, soaked from the waist down in mare cum, in front of the other prospective studs, with three thoroughly-fucked mares laying at his feet.

"How was that?" he asked the mayor.

Mayor Mare realized that she was drooling and looked down at the stopwatch, remembering to stop it. She adjusted her glasses and nervously scrawled with her pen, murmuring to herself as she worked, "Length, times girth, times... time..." She looked over her math, and then looked it over again. She set the form down and turned around to reach into a drawer and pulled out a small case. She blew the dust off of it and opened it. Inside was a stamp and ink pad just like the others. But unlike the other stamps, A through D, this stamp was an S, and the ink was metallic gold-flake.

"S!?" Anon asked as he got dressed. "What, does that mean I Suck!?"

"No, Anon," Mayor Mare said, carefully stamping his permit with reverence. "I just didn't bother to mention S because there hasn't been a stud of that class since the time of Rockhoof. Big Macintosh and Troubleshoes came close in their prime. But you..." Mayor Mare shook her head in exasperation.

One of the stallions spoke up. "Yeah, but he had performance anxiety!
"And he had to be fluffed!" another yelled!

"I assure you, I factored those penalties in," Mayor Mare said. "And Anon is still an S-class Stud."

"I still don't know what that means," Anon said.

Mayor Mare blinked and looked at him, still in disbelief. "Simply put; S is better than A class. It's reserved for studs that are just... off the charts!"

Anon took the permit card from her.

F.U.C.C. PERMIT
Fornication Under Consent of the Crown
Anonymous
S CLASS STUD
Witness: Mayor Mare

Anon recalled the guard yelling at him earlier, "Oh, a fuccing permit! I get it. Cool. So does this mean I'll get a raise?"

"As an S class, it means you can name whatever price you want, and mares will consider it a privilege to pay it," Mayor Mare said, eyeing him up and down. "But first, there are customs to be seen to." She looked at the guards by the door and nodded.

The two guards came to escort him once more.

"Wait, I've got a permit now, so I'm good right?" Anon asked.

"Yes, but there is the matter of Prima Nocta," Mayor Mare said. "The crown gets first rights to any S-class studs."

The guards ushered Anon out of the room. Mayor Mare looked at the other stallions and at the three mares still panting on the floor. "I'm going to call for a recess to let these poor girls recover. And somepony open a damn window!"

The guards escorted Anon outside to greet the waiting crowd. "Make way," the unicorn guard said. "Make way in the name of the princess!"

"Does he have a permit now?" one of the mares asked.

"Show them," the pegasus guard said.

Anon took out his card and held it up for them to see. The gold ink of the bold S glittered in the sunlight.

"Alright ladies, you know the rules!" the unicorn said. "The princess gets first dibs. You can have him back once she's done with him!"

The pegasus guard ushered Anon into the nearby chariot car, and then strapped himself into the yoke. The unicorn leaned in toward his partner. "You had best get him to Canterlot and back as quick as you can, or else there won't be much of a Ponyville left with all these horny mares about."

Anon was not a fan of heights. He huddled low in the chariot car as it took off into the sky and flew up and up toward the city perched on the side of the mountain. He had seen the distant silhouette of Canterlot from Ponyville since the first day he arrived in the town, but he never imagined what it would look like up close.

The brochures didn't do it justice.

Canterlot Castle, the jewel of the city, glittered in the mid-day sun. The chariot landed in the strip of city road just outside the gate. Where they landed, there was a statue with a filly, centaur, and a bug-pony thing that looked like she was made of swiss cheese.

The pegasus guard that flew him there unhitched himself and led him inside the castle gate. "You should feel honored, you know," he said to Anon as they walked. "In the old days stallions would have killed for the mere opportunity to rut the princess." He looked at Anon's pocket with his permit in it. "I would be careful with that. There could be some that still might." They approached the guard posted outside the throne room door.

"Halt! Who goes there?" the guard gryphon demanded.

"Shut up, Private!" Anon's escort said. "Just because you're her favorite, doesn't mean you get to pull that shit with me!"

"Sorry sir," the gryphon apologized.

"Is the princess busy, Gallus?" he asked.

"Well, if by busy you mean-"

"Is she busy with a guest?" he asked him.

"No. She's reading," Gallus said.

"Okay, so, no."

Gallus rolled his eyes. "Your funeral for interrupting her." He stepped aside and opened the door. Anon and the pegasus walked in. On the throne sat the princess of Equestria, nose-deep in a book. They stopped at the bottom of the steps in front of the throne and waited. She held up a 'one moment' hoof while she finished the page she was on.

"Hey Twi, we-" Anon's escort smacked him in the back of his legs with the shaft of his spear hard enough to drop him to his knees.

"Show some respect, ape!" he yelled at him.

"Hey now!" Princess Twilight Sparkle scolded the guard. "There's no need for that!" She looked back at the page she was reading. "Aaand I lost my place." She huffed and tucked a bookmark into the page and set it down on the side of the throne and walked down to greet them. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. Just hurt my pride," Anon said.

"Now then, Anon, what brings you here?" she asked.

"Show her," the guard said.

Anon showed Twilight his permit. "Oh." Twilight blushed and looked at the guard. "That will be all, Sergeant. Thank you." The pegasus bowed and dismissed himself from the throne room. Once the door closed and they were alone, Twilight turned to talk to Anon. "So how have you been?" she asked. "I haven't seen you since you first arrived. I trusted that no news was good news." She looked at the permit in her hoof. "And now this..."

"And now this," Anon echoed.

Twilight looked at the permit, and then him, and then blushed. "OH! No, not me!" she said.

"What!?"

"I assume you're here because of Prima Nocta, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Yeah, okay, that's not me!" she assured him.

"Well there's no need to get so defensive about it," Anon said.

"No it's not that, it's just- It's not you, I mean," Twilight flustered. "Goodness knows I'll need to sort myself out with my stud soon enough this season. But what I mean is, when I first took over, everything was left to me. I realized that as an Alicorn, the word 'lifetime' has a different meaning, but I never thought I would see this in my lifetime." She sighed and continued. "One of the best lessons I ever learned about ruling, is how to delegate. And this is one of those things that I delegated. Or rather, I just never took the job from the original pony holding the position."

"And that would be...?" Anon asked.

"Princess retired... Celestia."

Celestia's private suite in Canterlot castle was lavish. Her washroom alone was the size of Anon's entire condo in terms of sheer floor space. Her bath tub was the size of a small pool. Which made sense. Anon had been led to believe that the Alicorn princesses were a good deal larger than 'normal' ponies. Princess Twilight was slightly bigger than other mares, but only barely a bit bigger than a stallion. It was just as well for Anon. Tall as he was, Celestia's tub was the first one in this world that he was able to relax in without feeling cramped.

Though it was a bit strange to be bathed by the royal wash staff. For a variety of reasons. Not the least of which was the dull, white cataracts of their blind eyes.

"Is the water a good temperature?" one of the blind ponies asked.

"It's perfect," Anon said.

"Can I get you anything else to eat," another asked, picking up his plate from the tray beside the tub, feeling the weight of it. "Goodness, you've hardly touched your pineapple slices. You really should finish those."

"I'm fine," Anon said.

"You'll need your strength and... She likes the flavor of pineapple. You should eat them," she said. Her tone made it slightly more imperative than a simple suggestion.

"Okay, I'll work on it," he said.

"It is well that you should!" the blind pony scrubbing his back said. "You must eat hearty and ready yourself, body, mind and spirit."

"Okay guys, I get it. I'll carbo-load up, sheesh."

"He still doesn't get it," one of them said as he moved around the other side of the tub.

"Mhmm," the others just hummed in agreement. Despite them all being blind, they moved with practiced precision around the room and each other.

"Stand," another instructed. Anon carefully stood up in the tub and she scrubbed his lower half, giving special care to his genitals.

"Not that I don't love the attention, but I can wash myself," Anon said.

"It must be done in accordance to the scripture," she said. "This is the way."

"This is the way," the others echoed.

Her hooves cradled his penis and testicles and gently washed them. Though she frowned. Despite not being able to see, she could plainly feel his size. Or lack there of. "Hardly feels like an S-class. Is this illusion or a cruel pony's sense of humor?"

"We have our assurances from Princess Twilight and Mayor Mare that his credentials are genuine," another pony assured her.

"So... why are you guys all blind?" Anon asked, trying his best to not seem rudely blunt about it. "I mean, I'm not asking how. But is it a requirement for this job?"

"We were selected for this because of it," one said. "She saved us from a life of disability, and poverty. We are blessed for it."

"I was once a photographer," the male said. "I was one of the best. You shall see my greatest work, soon. But in capturing it, there was an accident with the magnesium tray. The chemical burns in my eyes left me blind. But life has many doors. After a trip to the gelding clinic, I could ask for nothing better."

"Gelding?" Anon asked. The former stallion turned in place and lifts his leg. It was then that Anon noticed the pony was missing his 'coin purse'.

"I was not a mare. And no mere stallion may work in the royal bath. It was a trifle sacrifice for the opportunity."

"I looked at the sun for too long," one of the mares explained. "At first, it was a challenge to see how long I could do it without blinking, despite my parents warning me not to. It was hard at first, but I got better at it with time. Because I was slowly going blind from it. But my love affair with the sun runs deep. Even now, as I can not see it, I rise to meet the dawn, feeling the warmth on my face. And it is the same, being here."

"And what about you?" Anon asked the mare washing his balls.

"Conjunctivitis."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Don't fuck around with pink eye."

"Okay, but why do you need to be blind for this job?" he asked.

"It is for our protection," the gelding said.

"What, is she like Medusa? Is she really that ugly?"

"Blasphemy!"
"Heresy!"
"Do not blaspheme!"

The mare scolded him, "Such profane language has no place even being in the same sentence as Her name, Celestia, praise be unto She!"

"Praise be unto She!" the others echoed.

"He will see, soon enough," the gelding said. "The fates will decide what happens next."

One mare toweled him dry as he stepped out of the tub. The other mare brought him a bath robe. It was large, but still pony-shaped. It did well enough to cover him. A velvety combination of mink and suede, it was like sex for his skin. It was monogramed with a flowery C. "Fineries too good for a heretic," she spat.

They led him to a set of three large pillows on the floor of the main room, directing him to sit on one.

The gelding retrieved an envelope from a bureau drawer. He gave it to Anon. It was heavy and stiff. Unclasping the flap, he slid out a glass plate photograph with reverance. It was old technology, even by this world's anachronistic standards. "My greatest masterpiece," the gelding said, and then motioned to the other photos on the wall.

Anon had dabbled a bit in photography in college. The technique of taking photos, the importance of lighting, and the development process. Just looking at it, he could tell that the photo plate wasn't terrible old, but it looked very aged. Anon looked at the other photos. It was evident that the pony knew how to take good photographs. But the one he considered his 'masterpiece' looked like it was oversaturated with hard lighting, over-exposed, and over-developed. Anon squinted at the photo. Beneath the washed-out blurriness of it, he could just barely make out the rough outline of a mare's pale backside, vulva, anus, and dock.

"It may not look like much," the gelding said, as though reading Anon's mind. "But that is the very best capture that could be had. It cost me my camera, my sight, and very nearly my life! But it was worth it all." He took the photo back and slid it back into the envelope.

"Wait here," the mare said. "Your council will be here soon. Do try to be a bit more grateful. None before you have had such opportunity to prepare." The final words spoken to him before they left.

"..."

Anon sat and waited. The late afternoon sun was hanging low in the sky. He glanced at it and looked away. That blind mare's story renewed his fears in youth of looking at it too long. After some time had passed, he heard the rhythmic heavy steps of somepony approaching. A large somepony.

The door opened and a horse of a pony walked inside. A stocky beast of an enquire if ever Anon had seen one. Big Macintosh had nothing on this creature's frame. Anon stood to greet the blue stallion sporting a blonde, burly beard along with his mane. He was the first pony to nearly be at the same height as Anon, even on all fours.

"Nay, keep yer seat. Yewl be need'n all yer strength soon enough," the stallion said in a heavy highland accent. "Anonymous," the stallion greeted. "I've heard a lotta 'bout you. I must say, yer appearance is exactly as I imagined." Anon wasn't sure if that was a complement or not. "The name's Rockhoof, case they idn't tell ya. Dunno if ya might'a erd a me."

"Wait, Rockhoof?" Anon asked. "As in the Rockhoof? The Pillar... and apparently stud of legend?"

"Aye."

"But I thought that was like, a thousand years ago."

"Aye."

"So how are you here now?" Anon asked.

"Tis a long tale of magic an' time travel'n shenanigans. Maybe one day I'll chew yer ear 'bout it over a few pints if'n yeh survive."

"Wait, what? Survive!?" Anon asked nervously.

Rockhoof let out a hearty laugh. "Nay, laddie! I'ma just yank'n yer chain! Probably. But I am here fer a real serious matter, on account a yer call to Prima Nocta."

"Everyone keeps saying that. What does that mean?" Anon asked.

"In Olde Ponish, it means First Night," Rockhoof said. "Ancient law that the princess gets first crack at the best stud a the land. An' a once upon a time, that was me!" He thumped his own chest with his hoof. Anon looked him up and down. Rockhoof was very much the superlative architype of a hyper-masculine stallion if ever there was one. He didn't hazard to look but he assumed that he was proportionately large everywhere.

"And now?" Anon asked.

"I ain't no young buck no more," Rockhoof said. "It'd be a real privilege to stud for Her again. But it would be a dishonor to the station of the royal stud. An' She deserves nothin' less then m' best. But I'll nay be as good as I once was. I ain't worthy of the station n'more. For the unprepared, or unworthy, it breaks them, blinds them, drives them to madness!"

"You're not making me feel less nervous right now," Anon said.

"Right ya should be," Rockhoof said. "I'd a tell ya not t' feel at way, lad, but that'd be a right fabrication. And I ain't come to try ta blow rainbows up yer kilt." He looked Anon up and down. "I'll trust to whatever got yew yer rank t' get the job done, once you've had your... experience." The way Rockhoof emphasized that last word intrigued Anon.

"Experience?" Anon asked.

"Aye. That's what I've come to council ye on," he said. "And there ain't a no other word for it! None that we mere mortals have'n invented. By the stars and stones, I wish I'd had someone t' tell me before my first time... When you first see Her, like, really see Her..." Rockhoof trailed off and his eyes just sort of went unfocused on nothing. "We simple creatures haven't the vocabulary for it. She has a magic, a glamor that She wears all the time, to veil Her true form. To dull her true beauty. It's a kindness for those around her from day to day. But she can't wear it when she bathes. That's why her staff have t' be blind. An when yew stud 'er, yew won't have that protection either. And that's why yew need t'be prepared. I'd recommend a banana for the nausea."

"Nausea?" Anon asked.

"Aye." Rockhoof shrugged. "Maybe. Everybody's experience is different. And every body's experience is different. There's just no knowing."

"And a banana is good to prevent nausea?" Anon asked.

Rockhoof chuckled. "Nay, laddie. But it'll taste bout the same on the way up as down." Anon was visibly nervous. "Ya don't need to be frightened to be prepared," Rockhoof assured him. "The experience, it's not a bad thing. It's like the first time havin' sex. I can go on and on tell'n ya 'bout what to expect, but nothing can truly prepare you for it. It's the closest you'll get t' Valhalla while yer heart is still beating. I d'know how else t' describe it."

Outside the window, the sun slipped below the horizon. The dusk gave way to the city blanketed in the darkness of night.

Rockhoof frowned. "Our time's up." He put his hoof on Anon's shoulder. "Good luck. Do the S-Class proud." He turned and left.

Anon sat and waited. At the earlier recommendations, he tried to meditate, at the very least to try to calm his nerves. He wanted to dismiss all of it as some sort of elaborate hoax or prank. But that look on Rockhoof's face, that disconnected stare on the massive stallion, like when someone described the way a tornado destroying their whole town... It was a look of somepony who had seen too much, a look of utter humility in the face of a force of nature.

Sitting in the silent room, he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. The steady rhythm growing louder with each beat. No, it was steps in the hallway he was hearing. So light and quiet that he was scarcely sure if he was hearing them, or just imagining it. Perhaps it was another dainty hoof-maiden bringing him a banana. A yellow aura of magic glowed around the door handle and it opened.

And there She was.

Her fur coat as pure white as the driven snow. The swirling pastels of Her voluminous mane. The deep pools of purple in Her eyes. Even without Her golden shoes, peytral, or crown, a blind pony would still be able to recognize Celestia. So too, did Anon. He had see Her image numerous times since he had arrived in this world. He stood to greet Her.

"Celestia."

"Anonymous," she greeted back.

"So, uh... how does this work? Do I kneel or bow, or is there a ceremony or something?"

Celestia let out a mirthful chuckle. "No, no, nothing so formal."

"Okay."

"Princess Twilight has told me a great deal about you."

"Likewise," he said.

"I'm sure she has." She walked inside and closed the door behind her. She gave him a grin that was in that uncanny valley between sultry and mischievous. "I was planning on meeting you at some point. Whoever would have guessed it would be in this way?"

"Hehe.."

She approached him. Anon realized that Celestia was tall. Taller than him, even. She moved with such light grace and poise that her hooves barely made a sound on the floor. She walked around him in a small circle, inspecting him from all sides with hungry eyes, stepping with such perfect confidence that the role of predator and prey was clear to them both. "You seem nervous."

"Not at all," Anon tried to say, but the noise that came out of his throat was more of a dry squeak.

Celestia chuckled. "I take it Rockhoof had a chat with you?"

"Mhmm."

"You don't need to be frightened," Celestia assured him. "I won't bite... not hard." Her attempt at humor hadn't put him any more at ease. "Come now. What did he tell you that has you so nervous?"

"He, uh... he said that the first time I saw you, it would be an experience." Anon said.

"Is it not?" Celestia asked, playfully coy.

"You are beautiful," Anon said.

"Thank you," she said with a small nod. "He must have been referring to this," Celestia said, swishing her voluminous tail to the side. Anon looked, and then did a double take. Beneath the dock of her tail was just bare white fur. Her genitals were entirely absent. Complete, anatomical incorrectness.

"Okay, so how is this going to work?" Anon asked. "There's nothing there."

She turned around to face him again. "There is," she assured him. "You just can't see it... yet." She gently placed her hoof on his shoulder, nudging the collar of her bath robe he was wearing aside. Is slipped down off of him, leaving him standing naked before her. Her eyes briefly glanced at his flaccid human genitalia. Whatever reaction she may have felt to seeing it, it didn't show on her face. "Well color me intrigued," she mused, "S-class."

"Yeah, well... it's not the tool, it's the talent of the tradesman wielding it," Anon said.

"Quite right..." Celestia agreed with the barest hint of a grin. Her head tilted slightly to the side. "Interesting... Most stallions go their entire lives without grasping that."

"I am no stallion."

"No. You're not," she said. It was neither a compliment nor an insult, but a simple statement of fact. "Though I do wonder if it will affect you in the same way..."

"What will?" he asked.

Celestia didn't answer him, internally lost in her own decision-making. "Better to err on the side of caution I suppose." She levitated a pair of padded hoof cuffs from her bureau. They were clearly not the sort of cuffs for law enforcement. She bound his wrists behind his back.

"Kinky," Anon said.

Celestia scoffed. "Don't take this as enthusiasm for bondage. It's for safety," she said.

"What, do you think I'm just going to grope you?" he asked.

Celestia laughed at whatever threat to her safety the magicless human could ever hope to offer her. "I wasn't talking about my safety." Celestia placed the large sitting pillow on the floor in front of him and stood on the opposite side. She stood there and looked at him, and at the arrangement, considering all the possibilities. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. "Alright, I guess this is good enough for your first time. Just in case."

"In case what...?" he asked.

Celestia turned around and flagged her tail at him. Her horn glowed for a moment, and with a small force of will, she dispelled the thin veil of the glamor she wore.

~~~

Time stopped. A camera flash. A bolt of lightning. A nuclear detonation. Just... whiteness. Before Anon's brain could even perceive what his eyes were reporting, tears streamed down his cheeks. His entire nervous system failed. The muscle tension in the back of his legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Not in reverence or penitence, but by the compulsion of gravity.

Just as the first stallions of old did when they gave tribute at this, the first, and oldest altar of worship. The ponies who would willfully kneel and bow in the centuries since did so only in imitation of the greatest stallions of all time brought low by a power they could not ever hope to understand.

What is happening to me? What is this? Where am I? Am I dead? Am I still alive?

Anon beheld Celestia's true form. Bearing the full brunt of her awesome beauty. Awesome, in the classical sense of the word, meaning terrifying. Beauty she veiled for the sake of the mortal minds it could have unmade. For a fleeting instant, Anon witnessed the true breadth and depth of her power; the barest, tiniest glimpse of her purpose. To simply call it beautiful would have been a profane insult. To even attempt to describe it with such crude things as words.

Rockhoof was right. Mere mortal minds hadn't a vocabulary to describe it. And if they did, Anon would not be the one to assemble them.

They should have sent... a poet!

Anon ascended above and beyond the mortal plane. A dimension without space or time. Everything and everywhere from all time was all here, and now. The birth and death of stars. The beginning and end of the universe. The rise of all life, death, and decay begetting new life. His mind and spirit bound up in the quantum field, generated by the crude matter inside his skull. Luminous beings are we! Leasing this temporary ride through existence that we laughingly call our lives! Our bodies, no more than vehicles. Rising from the ash and dust of dead stars. And to dust we shall return, to be swallowed by the sun once more.

And who was he? What right did he have to such privileged knowledge? What right did his eyes have too look upon such? His arms pulled at his restraints, but his hands remained firmly bound behind his back. He fell forward, face-first into the floor.

"We are not worthy! We are dirt beneath the hooves of equine divinity! We are but maggots; writhing in the filth of our own corruption!"

Anon laid there for an eternity, reeling in the agony and ecstasy of self-actualized enlightenment.

~~~

Anon blinked and looked up at Celestia. She was standing over him, looking at him in concern.

"Welcome back."

Anon tried to speak but winced. "Why does my throat hurt?" he asked.

"You were screaming," she said. "Quite a lot. But don't worry, I soundproofed the room when I came in." Anon tried to right himself. "Easy. Don't sit up too fast. You're probably dehydrated." Anon realized he was laying in a large puddle.

"What is this? Sweat? Did I piss myself?"

"Tears," she said.

Anon's body was unchanged, but it felt like his mind had lived a thousand lifetimes. "What the hell was all that?"

"I honestly don't know," she said. "One particular stallion with a rather flowery vernacular described it as Yonic Apotheosis."

"Yonic?"

"Eh... it's like phallic, but the female version," she said. "But the first time anypony sees...that," she nodded toward her hind end, "This happens to them. As you can imagine, it makes dating quite a challenge."

"I thought I died and- became a god and..." the details of the experience began to slip away.

"Don't worry, you didn't die," Celestia assured him as she unfastened his cuffs. "It's never been fatal. But I have seen ponies injure themselves pretty badly. That's why I had to restrain you. You have lovely eyes. I didn't want you to try to gouge them out." Celestia gave him a glass of water. She sat on the pillow opposite his and shifted anxiously. "Are you feeling better?"

Anon put a hand up. "Hold up, okay? I just finished becoming one with the universe for an epoch. I'm gonna need a minute."

Celestia pointedly watched the second hand of the clock make a complete trip around the numbers. "So, it's been a minute..."

Anon finished his glass of water. "Sheesh, and I thought I was thirsty."

"It's been years since I've had a worthy suitor. And far longer since one has succeeded in satisfying me. So you'll have to forgive me if I'm a bit... impatient."

"Damn... that's a hell of a dry spell," he said.

Celestia nodded. "Are we ready to try again?"

Anon picked up the cuffs. "Do you need to...?"

Celestia shook her head. "After the first time, it shouldn't be quite so... severe."

Anon put the empty glass over on the bureau a good ways away from himself and made sure there was nothing else nearby. He knelt down comfortable on the pillow on the floor, just in case his legs gave out again. He placed his hands in front of him and took a few deep breaths, unsure of what else he could do to prepare. He looked at her and nodded.

Celestia stood up and turned around, flagging her tail to present herself to him again.

Anon's vision blurred and his chest felt tight, but his consciousness remained present. He remembered to breathe. But he could not bear to think of studding her. To even look upon it, let alone touch it. It would be like cock-slapping the Mona Lisa, cutting down a rainforest, burning a library, eating the last white rhino. It would be a crime against nature.

"Anon? Stay with me!" Celestia said.

"You... want me to... stud you?" he asked, incredulously. "It would be a sin! A SIN!"

Celestia turned around to face him once more, breaking his trance. Anon blinked and looked at her, panting, but still lucid. She looked at him with serious annoyance. "Anon, I need you to understand that I didn't ask for this divine beauty. There is no joy for me in watching mighty stallions reduced to a sobbing mess on my floor. I am not some priceless relic to be worshiped or a fragile porcelain doll to be protected. I am a mare of flesh and blood. And any other alicorn will tell you, our estrus is so much more intense than a normal mare's. So I won't sugarcoat my situation, Anon. I won't force you, but I want you- I need you, to find that wellspring of fortitude within yourself and fuck me! Please!" she begged.

Anon looked into her pleading eyes and saw not a goddess, or a princess or an alicorn; but a mare, a damsel in distress, in desperate need of relief. He nodded. "Okay."

"My bedchambers?" Celestia offered, directing him to the door opposite the bathroom. She let him lead the way, lest he follow her and accidently paralyze himself in catching a glimpse. Her bed was easily the size of his entire condo bedroom. It suited the rest of her massive bedroom. "Lay down," she instructed. He did, and she laid down on the bed beside him, facing each other. He looked down along her body until her hoof caught his chin. "No, no. Don't look at it. Just look at me." She looked into his eyes and he looked back.

Her hoof moved down along his arm, taking his hand and guiding it to her body, moving it down along her abdomen. He tensed as she brought it to the warmth between her legs. His lingering doubts still nagged at the fringes of his mind. "I- I shouldn't-"

"Shhh," she hushed him. "It'll be okay." Her hoof pressed his palm against her marehood. Her literal heat radiated off of her against his hand. She let out a deep moan. "Long have I waited..." Her insistent hoof pressed his fingers firmer against her, into her parted lips, wetting them with her arousal. "And at last you have come to me, in the wake of my retirement, at the turning of the age, to make me once more feel like a mare."

The air around them had a charged feeling to it, like it was ionized. Her scent, present before, became almost oppressive in the close space between them, both strong and light at the same time, of sweet vanilla and citrus, and something else that he could not identify, evoking a feeling of familiar nostalgia. Birthday parties and Christmas mornings. Pure, unadulterated joy.

Her hoof pressed the heel of his palm against the top of her marehood. He could feel the vague shape of her clitoris nestled within its hood. She slid his hand down along her pussy to the entrance of her vagina, pressing the tips of his fingers into it. She could not be any more clear of her desire. "Please."

Anon moved his hand of his own volition, making practiced motions over the contours of her anatomy. Hallowed grounds though it may be, the general architecture of it was readily familiar to his experienced hands. Her hoof fell away from his hand as she laid there and reveled in the feeling of such intimate contact after so long. His movements, at first were so slight, and nervous. But with each moment he gained more courage with familiarity in the touch. He moved his hand smoothly against her marehood, firmly, but gently still.

Celestia's lashes flittered as she tried to keep his eye contact. "You have no idea how badly my estrus needs tending," she said. "I greatly desire to experience... Anon's happy ending." Anon tried, and failed to quiet his gulp upon hearing Zecora's impromptu jingle from Celestia's lips. "That's right. Word of your 'deep tissue massage' has reached my ears even here in Canterlot. Along with the long list of satisfied clients. Imagine my delight when I heard that you were an S-Class stud."

She wrapped her wing around behind his head and pulled him in close. He thought she was going to kiss him but she leaned to the side and whispered into his ear, "Satisfy me, Anon, and your rewards shall be- immeasurable." She shifted her hips against his hand.

A beautiful flower plucked from a meadow.
A mirror-smooth pond rippled by a skipped stone.
A field of fresh snow, marred by footprints.

Anon pushed his fingers inside her pussy. He had made no prejudgments of a equine her size, but he had some expectations. To his surprise, she was no less snug around his digits than those mares a fraction of her dimensions. Be it disuse, magic or otherwise, he didn't question it. Similarly to her smaller kind, she was taut, but pliable. Her pussy stretched around his fingers as he added more. He rubbed her clit with his thumb one last time before adding it to the rest of his fingers and he eased his hand inside.

Where he was laying beside her made him have to bend his wrist at an uncomfortable angle. He needed to shift down along her body to proceed further. He propped himself up with his free hand and moved a bit. Without thinking he looked at her marehood, stretched around his wrist. The sight tugged at the fringes of his tattered psyche for a moment before Celestia's hoof turned his face back to look at hers. He, more carefully, moved while looking into her eyes.

Given enough slack for his arm to move, he slid the rest of his forearm into her very well-lubricated vagina. Celestia slowly rolled onto her back. With his arm nearly up to his elbow inside her, his head rested against her abdomen. He felt a small prod against his cheek. He looked at the small nub amid her pristine, white fur. There was a second one symmetrical to her midline. Her nipples. But on a mare that wasn't actively nursing a foal, they were nearly invisible. Driven by instinct, and his inborn love of tits, teats, and mammaries of all kinds, he brought his lips to her nipple and kissed it, and then the other, gently suckling at it.

Celestia audibly gasped and cradled his head with her hoof, holding him to her diminutive teat. "For three hundred lives of ponies have I trotted this world. So many of them have looked to me like a mother. And yet never once have I had a foal of my own. Did you have young, before you came here?" she asked.

Anon glanced up at her and just barely shook his head no, while he kept suckling. There was a twinge of melancholy in both their eyes. She didn't need to say it. But they both knew that trapped in this world as he was, he would never be able have children of his own. It was a pain she understood all too well. But they had each shed enough tears for their lifetime. For now, their troubles would be far away as they took comfort in the company of each other. Celestia closed her eyes and melted into the duet of pleasures he was giving her.

Anon bottomed out to his elbow, but the tips of his fingers hadn't reached her deepest barrier yet. He was quite certain that his arm was in the finite cave of her exquisite marehood, and not the endless tunnel of her ponut. After a few more experimental thrusts with his arm, he maneuvered his hand around inside her as per Rainbow Dash's advice. Celestia's entire torso undulated with his movement.

"I've never felt anything like that before with a penis," she moaned.

Anon released her teat from his lips. "Oh, we've only just gotten started." He began thrusting his arm while rolling his wrist at the same time. He shifted his other hand over to play with her clit while he fist-fucked her.

"Oh that is good! That is really good!" she moaned.

Each time he rolled his fist against the spongy interior of her g-spot, he could feel her getting wetter. Each time his arm plunged inside her, he could hear her getting wetter. But he dared not look. He kept his eyes fixed on her face, gauging his performance by reading her expression.

Celestia's eyes were closed and her expression vacillated between ecstasy and a hint of mild frustration. He had seen it before with Rainbow Dash. He was doing well enough, that much was clear with the sopping mess he was making of her. But there was something she was missing. He briefly tried to guess what was going on in her mind, but he opted to heed his own advice to Dash; communication.

"Getting there?" he asked, trying not to sound too clinical of it. Celestia nodded. Her eyes clenched for a desperate moment as her orgasm neared closer but remained elusive. "What do you need?" he asked.

She replied simply, "More." Anon moved his arm faster and rolled his wrist inside her harder. His free hand redoubled his effort playing with her clit. "No. More. Deeper!" Celestia bucked her hips against his arm, hilting against the crook of his elbow.

"I'm given' her all I got, captain!" Anon said in a faux Scottish accent. The reference was lost on her as she opened her eyes and looked at his arm.

"Lay down," she said. Anon started to pull his arm out. "No. Stay," she instructed. He kept his arm inside her and she rolled over with him until he was laying on his side and she was squatting above him. He couldn't look her in the eyes without her mind-breaking pussy in his field of view, so he just stared up at the headboard. Celestia adjusted herself until his arm was straight up into her. Her copious juices ran down his upper arm and dribbled across his chest. and she lowered herself down onto him.

Anon didn't see it, but he could feel the girth of his elbow reach the entrance of her pussy. Celestia let out a grunt very unbecoming of a princess as his elbow slide inside her, deeper than he had ever been in any pony. But she didn't stop there. She kept lowering herself until her vulva was nearly up to his shoulder. That was when he finally felt the tips of his fingers hit her cervix. Rather than stopping her, it only emboldened her to squat lower on him, making his fingers roll back into a fist. She whimpered and he tried to pull away from hitting her there. She only whined louder. "No! More!" Like Nurse Redheart, Celestia must have been one of those rare ponies that liked it.

Celestia kneeled down above him onto his arm locked firmly straight inside her. Her hind legs on either side of him gave him nowhere to go. Her forehooves hung at her sides as she sat upright on him. Anon felt around in the back of her vagina with his fingers. It wasn't hard for him to find the entrance to her womb. He cautiously probed a finger through, finding it to be comparable to a human vagina given her size difference. "Yesss!" she hissed. "More! More inside!"

Anon added another finger, and then a third and forth at her insistence. "Yes yes yes yesyesYES!" She tried to lower herself on him harder, nearly breaking his thumb. He clasped it against his palm out of sheer self-preservation. The girth of his hand popped through her cervix, filling her womb with his fist.

Stars above ~

The ring of muscles in her cervix clamped down on his wrist like a bear trap. But Anon didn't even have time to worry about the circulation to his hand. The rest of her vagina gripped the entirety of his arm, making it tingle like pins and needles. Her thighs on either side of him squeezed together nearly crushing the air out of his lungs, and twisting his head to the side, bringing him face-to-pussy. His mouth was pushed against where her pussy had swallowed him to his shoulder under her weight. Her clit winked against his lips. He kissed, licked and sucked.

Celestia sucked in a breath so fast it was like an inward scream.

Which was followed by her actual scream.

Anon didn't hear it, as his ears were well-boxed on both sides by her amble thighs gripping his head. It wasn't really a scream, a yell, or even a roar. He felt it well below the range of his hearing. It was a deep vibration in the air, in her, in the bed, in the structure of the castle. In the very bedrock of the land itself.

Celestia cumming was an earthquake.

And a flood.

Celestia came in a massive gush out from around his arm inside her. Not once, but repeatedly. Pinned as he was below her, with her thighs on either side of him, it only served to funnel a deluge of marecum unlike any other into his mouth. Anon was forced to swallow it all. Not that he wouldn't have, if given the choice, the flavor of her nectar was heavenly. But he was forced to drink it quickly if just to keep from drowning in it.

The shaking roar of Celestia's climax subsided. Anon's lungs burned with what little air was left after her legs squeezed him. Every part of his body screamed for oxygen. His vison started to go dark. He coughed and sputtered against her pussy. Celestia came back to her senses and her eyes refocused on the poor creature being crushed under her.

"Oh my goodness!" she cried and rolled off of him. His wrist was still firmly trapped by her tight cervix, but he was able to at least breath laying beside her as he panted and wheezed to catch his breath. He tugged at his arm to try to dislodge it. Celestia moaned and her legs trembled in an orgasm after-shock. "Don't yet! I'm still really sensitive!" she said.

Anon just laid there betwixt her legs with his cheek mashed up against her quivering vulva. He managed to catch his breath, but she was still breathing rather hard. He felt the iron grip on his wrist relax a bit and he tried to pull his arm out again. It locked down on him again her pussy squeezed around his arm again, spurting out some of her trapped climax. She let out a pitched moan. "Stop! You'll set me off again! Don't pull. Let me push."

"Push?" Anon asked. "What, you're going to give birth to my arm?" he asked.

Celestia looked down at him stuck inside her, between her legs. "Yes," she said plainly. "I quite like that idea. I've never had the privilege to do so before." She put her hoof to her belly where his fist was. She could feel the mass inside her abdomen. "Move your fingers for me."

Anon moved his fingers against the interior of her uterus. Celestia could feel the small movement against her hoof through her belly, but also she could feel butterflies in her stomach. It was just as pregnant mares had described to her. It had her on the verge of being misty.

"So, hey, whenever you're ready," Anon said. "I'm starting to get a cramp in my neck down here."

"Okay," Celestia said. Anon made a fist again and she contracted her abdominal muscles. Her uterus closed in around his hand and squeezed it as her cervix flexed and dilated. Her panting from orgasm turned into Lamaze. But with each push he felt more pressure on the top of his fist and less around his wrist. With a few more hearty pushes, he was squeezed free and was able to pull his arm the rest of the way out.

Despite having been wrapped around the girth of his upper arm, the flexible muscles of her pussy relaxed and closed, letting her vulva come together in a fine, dainty slit, appearing as though untouched. Anon felt his throat closing up when he though about what he had done to such a beautiful flower- Celestia sat upright on the bed, occluding his view of her and saving him from losing himself again.

Anon looked down at himself, between one arm and the other. "Holy shit." Given how long it had been inside her, he expected it to be pickled or pruny, but it wasn't. "I'm fucking jacked!" Indeed the arm that had been inside her was a good deal more muscular than it had been that morning. It wasn't freakishly large, Mr. Universe show-muscles. But the difference between his two arms was a stark contrast.

Celestia smiled. "As I said, Anon; satisfy me, and your reward will be immeasurable. And I must say, your reputation, and your S Class rating is well-earned."

Anon's excitement faded, "Great, but now it looks like I jack off too much!"

Celestia snickered, "Speaking of, it looks like you're still ready to go, yourself." They both looked at his very erect penis.

"Yeah, I suppose all that would technically only be considered foreplay. But I doubt my little... wait- WAIT!" Anon pointed at his buff arm and then at his dick. "Can your pussy make that bigger too!?"

Celestia smiled. "Do you want to find out?"

"Do I!" Anon scrambled on the bed to be upright on his knees. "Bend over!"

Celestia let out a mirthful laugh. "I applaud your enthusiasm." Her magic placed him laying down back on the mattress. "But I prefer being on top." She shifted on the bed and straddled him again, this time with her hips over his. Her magic held his penis and he looked down to see what she was doing, but her hoof held his chin to save him. "You've done a fine job of sating this mare's heat. Let me express my... gratitude."

She lowered her hips down onto his, sliding his dick inside her pussy as she went. Her movements were small, at first. She made little, deliberate movements so as to not let him slip out. She mostly kept her hips pressed against his, keeping him hilted inside her. She made little gyrating motions. Her flexing and squeezing felt good for him. And grinding her clit against his pelvic bone wasn't too bad either. If she felt dissatisfied with his size, she didn't show it on her face.

She leaned down over him, pressing her torso against his while still keeping most of her weight off of him. Her wings unfurled and enclosed around them in a feathery canopy as she brought her face closer to his. "Would you object to a kiss?" she asked as she gently rode him.

"After everything, that's what you worry about asking permission for?"

"Some studs prefer not to. It's too intimate," she said. "They differentiate studding from a relationship."

Anon realized that the only other pony he had kissed was Fluttershy. He remembered her reaction. "... And you?" he asked.

"Mmm... I can appreciate it for what it is. I trust that you won't expect me to fall in love with you after this, same as I don't expect it of you."

"No, I suppose not," he agreed.

"Is that disappointment, I detect?" she asked.

"No," Anon denied. "Well... I don't know. Maybe a little."

Celestia smile and leaned down to whisper into his ear, "It takes more than just a rut. Even a great one."

"Thank you... But you don't think there would ever be a chance?" he asked.

Celestia shrugged. "I'm not saying that. Anything is possible. But I know myself. And if I start to develop an attachment to you, I might not be very willing to share. The effect of growing up with a sister, I think," she mused. "And furthermore, it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the mares of Equestria. But you still haven't answered my question. Would you object to a kiss? It doesn't have to mean anything, if you don't want it to."

Anon considered it. Though it was difficult for him to even think while feeling her hot, velvety pussy riding his dick. A small, rational part of his brain knew better, that he wasn't in his right mind at the moment. But a much larger part didn't care.

"Can I- can we pretend? Just a little?" he asked.

Celestia smiled. "Okay, Anon. But just for tonight, okay?"

Anon nodded.

Beneath the canopy of her wings, Celestia closed her eyes and leaned down to meet his lips with hers. When he had kissed Fluttershy, she was surprised by it and nervous. This time it was Anon's turn. But his anxiety passed quickly as he melted into reciprocating her kiss. With his eyes closed, his lips and tongue couldn't tell if she was equine. His kiss, nervous at first, became more passionate, and she matched his enthusiasm with her own.

Anon reached up around her body with his arms, holding her closer. No longer laying still, he took an active role. His hips thrusted upwards to meet hers in rhythm. One of his hands ran up along her back, rubbing the crook between the base of her wings. His other hand gripped her flank, kneading her cutie mark beneath his fingers.

Celestia moaned into his mouth as she kissed him. Anon could feel her hot panting against his cheek from her nostrils. He held onto her firmly for leverage as he fucked her harder. Celestia's breathing became faster and more shallow. Her moans grew shorter, but louder. Her pussy was magical in every sense of the word, gripping at his dick and trying to milk him. Everything around him starting to vibrate. He could tell she was getting close again. And so was he.

He put both hands on her hips and tried to finish out strong in time to meet hers, but not before. He felt himself passing the point of no return. He thrusted up into her on last time, only for her to slam back down against him harder, putting her full weight into her haunches on him. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but he was surely pinned down. She broke her kiss to let out a throaty moan, burying her face into her pillow in embarrassment as she came on him, soaking him and the bedding. She could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside her.

Anon came inside her harder than he had ever experienced before in his life. His whole world shrank to a pinprick of light in a dark tunnel as the blood rushed from his brain. But he felt neither pain nor fear of death. Only the euphoria of nirvana. As close to Valhalla as you can get while your heart is still beating. He had heard somewhere that an average ejaculation for a human was around a teaspoon, but it felt like a lot more. Even so, her vagina was easily accommodating.

By the time Anon came back to his senses, the bed and everything around them had stopped vibrating. It wasn't the world-shaking orgasm he had given her earlier, but still, "That was nice," Celestia whispered. She giggled, giddy as a school-filly. "That was really nice!"

"That was incredible!" Anon added. He craned his neck up to kiss her again. She kissed him back, not with the desperate passion of before, but instead with a sweet intimacy. They stayed together like that for a long while until she could feel him begin to wilt within her. As magical as her marehood was, some forces of nature simply could not be prevented.

Celestia slowly rolled off to his side, and he turned with her. They laid together in the bed, facing each other. He pet her ear with his hand and she gently ran her wing down along his back, enclosing him in her warmth until they both fell asleep.

Anon woke up in the massive bed, naked and alone. The light of the dawn streaked in through the balcony doors. He squinted into the harsh light of the morning sun, just barely making out the silhouette of Celestia. The sunrise was no longer her task or duty. But she still relished watching it every day.

She turned and looked at him, smiling when she saw that he was awake. She walked to the bedside and gave him a rather chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning, sunshine," he greeted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, noting that his arm was still just as muscular as it was last night.

"It certainly is, with you around," she said with a smile. "A pity that I can't keep you all to myself."

"Can't, or won't?" he asked, failing to mask his slight tone of disappointment.

Celestia's smile faltered. "Shouldn't; I suppose," she said, sounding disappointed herself.

"Why not?" he asked.

Celestia motioned for him to follow her. He climbed out of the bed. He felt his dick swing down and hit his thigh with a heavy thud. He looked down at himself. "Holy shit!" He in terms of length and girth, was still a far cry from a grown stallion, but as a human, he could probably give Guinness Records a call.

Celestia smiled at him. "I thought I felt it get bigger in there. You're welcome."

Anon wrapped himself in her robe and together they opened the balcony doors. Anon could hear the din of the busy city. But more-so, the rabble of a mob. They looked over the edge of the balcony at the city below. The streets around the castle perimeter were filled with ponies. Celestia levitated a small spyglass over to Anon. He looked through it at the mob of ponies. Mares, all of them. Many of them chanting and holding signs:

Let Him Work
Let Him Stud
LET HIM FREE

Celestia mused aloud to Anon, "Did you ever hear the tragedy of Princess Platinum, the unicorn?"

"No," he answered.

"I thought not. It's not a story the history books would tell you. Most historians dismiss it as mere legend. A myth. Ancient gossip. Daughter of King Bullion, Princess Platinum was the leader of the unicorn tribe, before the unification of Equestria in the events of Hearth's Warming. This, you know?" she asked.

Anon nodded.

Celestia continued, "She was regarded by all as the most beautiful pony in Unicornia." Celestia took a deep breath. "And she was beautiful," she said with a wistful sigh.

"Her history ends with the unification of Equestria. Few know her fate thereafter." She looked at Anon, standing beside her. "Given your choice of... vocation, I think you ought to know that it was she who created the studding permit classifications... and Prima Nocta. The latter being what led to her downfall."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Princess Platinum was by most measures, a good ruler. There was much that she did that benefited her nation. Virtuous though she was, she had a fatal vice. Not to put too fine of a point on it, Princess Platinum, the beautiful, was something of a whorse. Her studding classification and Prima Nocta decree were entirely to satisfy her own greed for pleasures of the flesh. After the Long Winter preceding Hearth's Warming, there came a powerful spring. Mares everywhere suffered an estrus the likes of which history has never seen since, thank goodness."

"As I'm sure you've noticed by now, Anon, there is quite the imbalance of stallions to mares," she said. "But in her greed, Platinum took the very best studs for herself and kept them as her personal harem for the season. Several dozen of the very best in the land. Some say her harem numbered in the hundreds. Not just unicorns, but Pegasi and Earth pony stallions alike, despite her... outspoken tribalism."

"The stallions of her harem never complained. They got to stud the most beautiful mare in the known world. They were allowed, and even encouraged to stud her as often as they please, at all hours of the day and night. They would queue up, one right after another. It was said that during her season, the princess would even take her meals while she was in rut, stopped only to sleep a few hours a night."

"Okay... yeah. That's a whorse," Anon agreed.

Celestia continued, "Naturally, this exacerbated shortage of studs didn't sit well with the mares of her kingdom in heat. The revolution was inevitable."

"They overthrew her?" he asked. Celestia nodded. "All that, over sex?"

"I'm going to tell you a secret, Anon..." Celestia leaned in close to him and whispered, "Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power." The two of them looked down at the mob of mares outside the castle. "Do you understand now, why I can not keep you?"

Anon nodded.

"I can tell you have a lot of love to give, Anon. Take care to whom you choose to give it." She turned and walked back inside her bedchambers. "Regrettably, I shan't keep you any longer. You've quite a lot of work ahead of you."

"Can I see you again," Anon asked.

"I'm certain that you will," Celestia smiled. "Next spring... if not sooner."

"No, I mean, can I see you?" he asked with emphasis. Celestia understood his meaning that time.

"Are you sure?" she asked. He nodded. Celestia directed him to one of the large sitting pillows on the floor. He kneeled down and got comfortable. He took a deep breath, preparing himself. Celestia turned and flagged her tail to present herself to him again.

Even though he thought he knew what to expect, there was nothing that could ever really prepare him for it. Her sublime beauty made tears run down his cheeks. After a few seconds, she mercifully veiled herself with her magic before he could wail. Anon felt the tightness in his chest dissipate and his senses returned. It wasn't as intense as the first time, but he wondered if he would ever be able to get used to it.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, I- I'm okay," he breathed, slowly standing up. The experience had shaken him a bit, but after last night, he felt filled with an almost supernatural vitality. "I feel... great actually!"

Celestia wiggled her rump. "Well, it has been called the Fountain of Youth, by some. And you drank quite a lot. But you ought not wait too long to return to station in Ponyville, though. Your clients await."

"Speaking of... I need to see a horse about a drink," Anon said.

Celestia gave him a strange look. "It's a little early."

Anon shrugged. "It's five o'clock somewhere." Anon picked up his bag. It was heavy. He lifted out a sizable pouch of bits. He looked at Celestia.

"An S-Class stud commands S-Class rates, no? Now, whom might you be meeting about a drink?" she asked.

Anon told her.

"Ah," she said. "I shall have him meet you in the castle lounge, downstairs. I doubt any other establishment in the city will be serving at this hour, anyway." She looked him up and down one last time. "Until next time?"

Anon smiled. "Until next time."

Anon sat at the bar in the castle lounge, holding his mug of cider with his buff arm. His guest sat with a cider beside him in silence.

"So..."

"So..."

There wasn't much to say, but each knew what the other was thinking.

"Yew survived, aye see," Rockhoof said.

"Yeah."

"I heard ya did a great job," he added. "Hell's bells, I think the whole city heard!"

Anon just stared into his drink and licked his lips. "Yeah."

"But...?"

"But..." Anon tried to say. The details of the experience faded more and more from Anon's memory with each passing moment, like a half-remembered dream. But the nagging feeling of it lingered in his gut. Anon's reflection in the surface of his drink rippled as a tear fell in.

"But... it still kinda feels like ya destroyed somethin' beautiful? Like ya hadn't any right ta?" Rockhoof asked.

Anon met finally his eyes. "... Yes."

"It'll pass," Rockhoof said with certainty. "Ain't nothin' I kin tell ya that'll make it go any faster. It just takes time. But you'll be a'right. You never really forget it..." Rockhoof just stared into the distance for a moment. "... Not really. But it'll stop hurting before long. Just try n' remember how happy yew made 'er. Focus on that an' it'll help. And so'll this."

Rockhoof lifted his mug to Anon's. They tapped them together and drank them down.

"Thanks," Anon said.

Rockhoof gave him a hearty slap on the back with his hoof. "Cheer up, lad! You're a proper stallion now as far as I'm concerned! An' I'll flay anypony who tries t' claim contrarywise! Now go on, S-Class! You've got yer pick of the mares to service!"

"What about you?" Anon asked.

Rockhoof gave him a sideways look. "Are ya propositioning me!?"

"What!? No! I-"

Rockhoof laughed. "I'm just yankin' yer chain again, lad! I know what'cha meant! I might not be no young buck no more, but I've still got an A rating fer these gals!" Rockhoof glanced at the clock above the bar. "Speaking of... pitter patter, let's get at'er!"

Anon walked with the stallion out of the castle to his waiting chariot. There was only a small clearing in the street amid the sea of mares, protected by a barricade of Royal Guard ponies.

Rockhoof addressed the crowd, "Ladies, ladies! If yer estrus needs tending, get Anon's happy ending! At the Ponyville Spa!" He turned and gave Anon a wink. Anon smacked his forehead with his palm. Great, now all of Canterlot would be flocking to the spa, too.

The pegasi chauffeurs hitched themselves to his chariot. Anon tapped one of them on the back, "Actually, I need to make a stop before we go back to Ponyville." Anon reached into his bag and grabbed the business card that Rarity had given to him. "Can you take me to The Crop first?" They nodded and prepared to take off. Anon glanced to the side, at the statue he had seen on the way in. The one with the centaur and a little pegasus filly...

"Didn't there used to be three figures there?"

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