Equestria Handyman

Just as Molestia had said, things in Canterlot were a bit hectic from the whole incident with Fluttershy. Luckily, going with the lie makes things easier than explaining the truth, that most likely no one would believe in the first place, if the statement of Dash was anything to go by.

So fortunately after helping handle the bulk of complaints, attending calls and issuing minor orders on what to tell the audience, things calmed down enough for the Princess to finish calming down everyone, until finally dusk arrived and the chaos finally ended giving Mark a chance to breathe.

He half expected Molly to simply pounce on him but surprisingly she was more than reserved and even caring, understanding how tired he must have felt and resorted to mostly light teasing and one or two sneaky kisses in exchange for the complete unfiltered story.

Thank god Milky sent me a copy of the video to my scroll. That will keep her entertained for a while.

Mark chuckles as he recalls how Molly had to excuse herself to ‘attend urgent paperwork’ an hour before her shift ended leaving him as basically the substitute Prince to attend the remaining petitions.

Making his way to the dinner table he stumbles into Luna who had just woken up and left her room.

“Hi Luna.” Mark calls for her but she looks at him with oddly neutrality. “Greetings young Mark.”

“Luna? What is the matter?”

“Apologies for my change of mood. I’m mainly absorbing…a certain show.” She tells with a slight shiver.

“A…show?”

“Miss Fluttershy had a particularly VIVID dream last night.”

“Oh? OH! So…”

“Yep.”

“All of it?”

“In graphic detail.”

“Oh boy I…Luna I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, there was nothing wrong with what you did, but unfortunately it will take a bit of time before we can chat more friendly once again. For now I’m starting to inquire about a turn too.” She tells with a blush before walking away.

Mark gulps and holds his head “Man I hope this blows over soon enough, this is crazy, how can a single scream make all this chaos?”

“Easy, by the sheer volume alone” Bella Swan answered as she walked past him with a tower of sheets. “Hi Mark I would ask how are you doing but at this point I think that would be redundant, right?”

She smirks at him.

“Hi Bella, doing fine actually, thanks for asking. What about you?”

“Incredible! The other day I found a new coffee shop. I lost another pound, oh! And did I mention I started dating the drill sergeant Flash Magnus?!”

“Wait really?”

“Oh yeah, I have been having a crush on him for so long now so I asked him out and after a coffee I became his alpha!” She tells in pride.

“Wow that is incredible Bella seriously! Congrats!”

“Thank you! I don’t believe I have ever had the confidence to ask him out if it hadn’t been from the help of the ‘royal lover’ She wiggles her eyebrows as he rolls his eyes. “And what about you? To whom do I have to send…she is still alive right?”

“Oh yeah she is completely fine and alive.”

“Can still walk too?”

“Surprisingly yeah” He nods realizing that it was a legitimate question. “Wow that mare can really take a…I suppose you could call it a pounding”

“I agree if she can still move after that scream!” Bella agrees with a whistle. “So to whom should I send the bouquet of congratulation flowers?”

“Hardy har har Bella very funny”

“No I’m serious, that mare must be over the moon right now. I sure would be gloating as much as possible if I had ever reached bliss like that. You truly are something else Mark.”

He blushed a little, looking away “I’m not sure if I could take all the credit, or even pride about it. What I did there was something completely different, it was intense, aggressive even. You would not even believe me even if I told you who the mare was.”

“Oh why did you say that? Now you must tell me.”

“Fine, fine, brace yourself, it…it was Fluttershy.”

“…I can’t believe it.”

“Told you.”

“No, no I mean, I can’t believe it was her, wow does that mare have some lungs.” She then notices how he looks a bit unsure. “Are you really feeling bad from being a bit rough with her?”

She notices something and pulling his shirt a bit notices his bandaged back. “From what it looks like she returned the favor.”

“It not that is…I hate pain Bella, I really do. And the few times I have been with a mare I have always been trying my best to help them feel comfortable and have a good time. I’m kind of a giver like that.”

“Oh yeah you are.'' She recalls their own encounter. “So what is the issue? She simply likes it rough.”

“Yeah and I simply adore it, which I don’t know in a way makes me feel a bit bad, and perhaps a hypocrite. I find pain abhorrent and a turn off, but then turn around and discover that I love causing it? I…feel pride she was in bliss sure but how I took her, how I simply well…made her mine. I’m conflicted and unsure if I should feel pride about it.”

“Uh huh? Sounds serious.” She nods a couple of times. “Maybe you should take a peek at the royal library before going back home, Mark. Perhaps there could be a book about the subject that could calm you down.”

She looked at him in curiosity as she put her hand over his shoulder. “For what is worth it, I don’t think you are a hypocrite, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with liking causing a bit of pain and not liking receiving it, that is how you are wired, plus.”

She poke his head “that cute little brain of yours really thinks of your partner first, gosh how you went straight away for my spot!” She shivers at how they started their encounter. “If you ask me, that mare was probably wanting that side of you to be fair. After an orgasm like that I would let you use me as a hat.” She half joke and laugh marching away.

“Tell Fluttershy that I said hi, and congratulate her for seeing heaven.” She keeps joking as Mark gives a small wave and nods.

Visiting the royal library? Hmmm that is not a bad idea.

After having a small dinner alone due to both Princess been currently unavailable, do to urgent document for Molly’s part and a last second meeting for Luna’s part Mark went to the library and picked a couple of them that catch his attention, mainly types of fetishes, kinks, advices for dates in herds, and a book of daring doo.

…world of primals, although similar to S/M this kind of preference is vast and has various subdivisions to consider and take in mind. Among them are 3 prominent ones that often repeat in a relationship with Primal Submissive, and Primal Dominant, non-primal and primal, dom and sub and dom and dom…”

Mark pauses and reads the descriptions again in interest “…if triggered, primals can and will turn more aggressive often with warnings of pre-acts of sexuality like growls or nibbles...”

His eyes widened remembering the amount of times he started things with that move.

Oh my god I'm a primal…and so is Fluttershy wow, she…she wants to be dominated? Huh …on paper a sub and dom relationship is the best kind because both parties obtain what they seek, one wishes to hunt, the other wishes to be hunted… the teases! Wow, Fluttershy you really knew what you were doing so that stare.

He chuckles and shakes his head. ‘My God, by going easy she was actually getting angry? Boy did I almost make her mad back there, I better apologize once I get back, huh they liked to be called by various names, less popular of them being ‘prey’ as that entitles them being food, and much rather things like ‘targets’ ‘goals or even…kittens…. ‘Of course.’

He kept reading more interest in the subject, catching another detail that made him pause “...Other triggers can be the exposing of the body, layers of clothing for them to search for their prize or even the smell of blood…the smell of blood?”

Mark repeats out loud and then remember something that happen so fast he didn’t had time to process it

She was a virgin! And I still rammed her…oh god, now I really need to…although now that could explain how she matches Celestia in voice. Did the sensation of being deflowered add pleasure, let see…ah aha! It did! Wow, Fluttershy it is almost like you are slightly a masochist. Now we REALLY need to talk.”

Putting the book away he starts investigating more of the subjects like Celestia and Molestia preference, Milky’s style and even finding a little bit of himself as he goes along.

`Ok so I’m a primal but also a giver, ok odd combination but that calms me down, you can have more than one kink and this seems to have good synergy.’

He shakes his head while chuckling and looking through the window. ‘So in short I’m basically the beast of beauty and the beast? Hah! That explains so much. Hmmm what is this?’

He stops at a section of clashes of taste: A primal Dom and Dominatrix could result in either an intense session or complete disaster depending on the umbral of pain. If the Dom is willing to give, the Dominatrix would have a rush of fear at not knowing when, or even IF the Dom will pounce back in revenge, if the Dom does not budge, they might retaliate and cause a switch…a switch? What is that?”

Passing the pages he searched until he found the subject that he was looking …the moment a Dominant becomes a Submissive, could be temporal as a tug and toss of power or permanent if Dominant successfully submits their partner and appeals to a pleasure greater than when being dominant….’wow, so that is what happened to Molestia? No wonder she insists on calling me master.’

He puts the last book away and stares at the ceiling, deep in thought. “A dominatrix slayer?” He questioned the name out loud before laughing. “Yeah right! As if I will ever encounter another mare like Molestia, and if I do she will stop the second she makes me angry.”

He continues to chuckle before yawning from tiredness. ‘Bella was right, this really helped. Wow, me a Primal, I should warn Cadence and Twilight before they set me up with any mare. I could scare the poor thing.’

His eyes start to get heavy and slowly start to fall asleep his final thoughts being if by chance were any other mares he might accidentally had hunted before, smiling when convinced that there was none.

Meanwhile in a cave in the Dragonlands Ember, the Princess of the Dragons and daughter of the Dragonlord was tossing and turning on her bed, still trying to get out or at least ignore the look Mark had, when he was looking at her after ripping her dress with such ease. She was failing horribly. “WHY What is it about that Stallion that he haunts me, awake, and in my dreams!”