Red's First Date

"Answer me, Red!" Lupine was understandably confused and pissed off. "If this is your idea of a joke, it's not funny! It's just mean!"

"I've gone through changes," grumbled Red. "I've gone through pain, but is that enough reason for me to go insane? No. This isn't what I wanted! I swear, I'm actually a stallion. This is some kind of spell, I just don't know who cast it."

"Just what are you accusing me of?" Lupine snapped. "I'm not a unicorn, I'm an earth pony!"

"I didn't say it was you," said Red, running over to the window. "Somepony out there doesn't like me, and I think they've been messing with us all night."

Lupine folded her arms across her chest. "You expect me to believe that all of your clumsy accidents were really just some prank somepony was pulling on you? That's a bit pathetic of an excuse, don't you think?"

Red lowered his head. He supposed it did sound a bit insane to her, but he knew that some spellcasters were powerful enough, vindictive enough, and angry enough with him to absolutely ruin his night. "Everything before this, I just attributed to bad luck. I was really unhappy with how tonight played out. I wanted to relax, and have a bit of fun, but every time I think things are going well, something happens and I end up worse off. When you began to pity me, I..." he paused for a moment, letting his arms fall to his sides. "I thought things were finally looking up."

Slowly, in several steps, the scowl faded from Lupine's face. Red looked genuinely remorseful as a tear ran down his face. He'd had a terrible night, and he'd still treated her with all of the respect he could. She'd felt him through his pants, too, so she knew he'd had a dick earlier in the night. For most stallions, this was the end goal. This was the finish line. She was about to let him cross it, and this felt like a trip. As if the track had been laden with obstacles, and he'd run the whole thing, being hit all along the way, and at the very end, he'd taken a blow to the face that had stopped him in his tracks and knocked him on his back.

"Okay, okay, I didn't mean to turn on you like that," she apologized. "It just shocked me, is all. I'm a little bit mad, but that's just because I don't know what's going on. I'm sorry I yelled."

"I forgive you," nodded Red, sitting down on the bed. "I can't really blame you for not understanding. I'm not even completely sure, myself. It's just frustrating."

Having slipped into a dark alley an hour ago, Umbra had disappeared completely, becoming one with the shadows. It was now late enough that most ponies were in bed, and would be no fun to mess with. Instead, he decided to go back home. However, as he was en route, he found a tiny cottage with the upstairs light still on, and a tree branch from which he could look inside. It was worth the stop, if he could find one more laugh tonight.

And find a laugh he did, as apparently, Gelu had slapped Red with a curse that had unmanned him. That on its own would be a good chuckle, but once again, the mare he was with was understanding and calm, so the scene was very somber and boring.

While he did have the power to undo Gelu's spiteful goodbye, he didn't think that would be very entertaining to watch. That would just lead to sexual congress, and who wanted to see that? Incubi and succubi, and no other demon. It was fun if you were participating, sure, but that required some setup; setup that Umbra had not done, and couldn't have known to do.

Just as he was about to leave, however, as the mare kissed Red firmly on the lips, an idea occurred to him. He would lay a curse of his own. He could just imagine the shock and surprise now. But why imagine, when he could see it unfold before his eyes, instead?

"It's really a shame," lamented Lupine, running her hands over Red's chest. "I was really looking forward to having a good night after seeing you all stripped down." As she ran her fingers through his mane, she added, "You're not even sticky anymore."

"I was looking forward to it, too, but I don't know how to work these parts with yours. It's not something I've ever done before."

"I'm afraid I've never done that, either," sighed Lupine. "I was invited to once, but I was busy that night."

Red looked at her. "I guess we just cuddle for a bit?"

With a smile, Lupine nodded. "I'll go turn out the main lights. There's a matchbook and a scented candle in the nightstand."

Red crawled up onto the bed, as the nightstand was on the other side. Sure enough, there was a candle and matchbook, and in a moment, he had it lit, and the scent of cinnamon and vanilla began to permeate the room as the candle became the room's primary light source. As he tossed the spent match into the ashtray that was full of them, he felt a hand on his exposed arse.

"You really do look good as a girl, though," hummed Lupine suggestively. "If what you say is true, and you're typically a male, then this is an interesting opportunity for you. You've never known what it feels like to have a dick up inside of you, have you?"

Red looked back, shaking his head.

"I ask because I have a new toy, and I think it would be perfect for you in this situation." Lupine had donned a cunning smile. She was obviously planning something. "Stay on your knees, put your face in the pillow and keep those legs open wide. I'm still going to reward you for sticking with me through a rough night, just not in the way you were expecting."

With a bit of eagerness, tempered with a hint of confusion, Red did as he was told, hoping that she was telling him the truth. He had no idea what she was planning, but it probably had something to do with a dildo, as she had mentioned a new toy. Being a mare herself, she likely knew how to use one effectively.

He heard her towels drop to the floor. While he wanted to see her body, she had told him to keep his face in the pillow, which meant he probably wasn't allowed to look just yet. As her fingers rubbed against his snatch, he shivered. He wasn't sure if it was anticipation or lubricant, but he felt something dribbling down his thigh. Before long, she had climbed up behind him, and he was moaning like a whore. Her fingers were magical.

"I think you're ready now," she grinned, and rubbed the shaft against his fanny. It felt almost real, like it was made out of actual flesh. He'd not felt one between his legs other than his own, but he'd felt silicone before, and it wasn't nearly this lifelike. This was a good quality material; it even throbbed like his did.

Despite his zeal in showing her a good time, he chanced a look under his chest to see if things were as expected. Those were her legs, he recognized the cutie mark on her thigh. But between her legs, there dangled a very familiar pair of testicles that clearly didn't match her coat in the slightest. She'd taken his cock, and now she was going to fuck him with it.