A taste of humanity

“...What's the deal with airline food?” asks the guy on a small grainy TV screen, his high-pitched voice just about the only sound in your dimly lit booth.You furrow your brow as you hear stifled laughing in the background. “I don’t know, what’s the deal with you?” another guy on the screen replies smugly. There is a dramatic pause before he loudly exclaims, “BADJONGA!” The invisible audience immediately erupts in laughter, and as you listen to them applauding and cheering, your expression turns grave. The humor has once again eluded you, likely being far too refined for a simple man such as yourself, and as the approved entertainment program comes to an end, you are once again left slightly confused and decidedly unentertained. Of course, given that the small screen was all that normally stood between you and the entire day of complete boredom, that was totally not good.

You sink deeper into your seat and mindlessly switch between what few channels are available, checking to see if they’ve added a new one since you last checked. An optimistic part of you had definitely hoped that being promoted to one of the central posts would mean a more diverse selection of TV programming - hell, maybe even better air conditioning - but alas, seems like you were dead wrong on both points.

As if on cue, the archaic AC unit beside your head sputters a couple of times and dies down, demanding your attention. You wrinkle your nose and give it a good slap, then another; it whirrs back to life after the third hit, but the mood is further spoiled - to the point where you even start to feel a sort of righteous indignation bubble up within you. Here you are, performing a vital duty on a dangerous alien world, on the very forefront of humanity dare you say, and the best equipment they could provide you with is just some… just some…

Before that train of thought arrives at its destination, you find your frustrations melting away as quickly as they had appeared, and you smile absentmindedly, fidgeting slightly in your seat. Really now, who cares if it’s a little stuffy in here? After all, your job is wonderful, and no one could really stay sulking for long in your place. You certainly couldn’t, that’s for sure. So instead, you place the TV remote down, take a deep breath of recycled air, clasp your hands on your stomach, and lean back in your cushy seat.

In a narrow slit of a ceiling window above your head, behind reinforced glass, you can see the clear sky of Equestria, dyed vibrant orange by the sunrise. A single white puff of a cloud lazily drifts by. Colorful pegasi zip this way and that, energetic little bastards they are. Somewhere not too far away, a member of local horse royalty has just finished “raising the sun”, or whatever foul sorcery she performs for the masses every morning…

Damn. Once again you find yourself smiling lazily, squinting at the little window. There are a lot of things wrong with this place, but you’ve never seen skies quite that pretty back on good ol’ Earth. Kinda makes you wish you could just get out and take a stroll outside, get some fresh air, maybe feed some ducks or some such...

Oh well, you can’t have everything. At least it put hope in your heart to see so many flyers this early in the morning. If you remember correctly from the - aptly brief - briefing you were given, there should be a whole little horsie town nearby - and not just any town, but one neighboring the capital! That pretty much guaranteed you’ll be getting lots of foot - hoof? - traffic. Back at your last post, stationed somewhere in the farthest god-forgotten corner of nowhere, you were lucky to have three, maybe four visitors per day. But here? You bet you’re going to get, like, at least a dozen daily. Which, in turn, means you’ll have a pretty good shot at staving off the tedium, as long as you are on good terms with the locals.

Speaking of...

“Ahem...” you clear your throat loudly. “So, nice weather we’re having today, aren’t we?” you inquire of the pony currently sucking your dick.

The butter-colored pegasus looks up at you from under the curtain of her pink mane, and gives you a polite curt nod and a shy little smile around your manhood, before again closing her eyes and resuming her ministrations.

Right, you nod to yourself. Not the talkative sort, you figured as much.

The first meeting with your first visitor on the new post went… rather awkwardly, so to say. She slinked into your booth without a word, approaching you so quietly that you only noticed her presence as you felt her warm breath on your exposed member. Understandable, you flinched in surprise, but managed to stifle a yelp, since that would be unprofessional. The pony meanwhile, seemingly oblivious to all of you except one particular body part, sat down between your legs, her smaller size leaving her - rather conveniently - at the exact eye level with what she was so completely fixated on. Her mouth slightly agape in a little smile, she slowly, gingerly, placed her little hooves around your hardening member, almost lovingly cradling it until it grew enough to reach her nose. Then she ducked her head down, letting your shaft’s heft rest on her head, buried her muzzle into your balls, and took a deep, long breath.

“Eep!” she squeaked immediately after, awkwardly recoiling back and throwing her head up to meet your eyes for the first time. You gave her a reassuring, if somewhat confused smile.

“Good morning, ma’am.”

“O-Oh-- Oh my gosh--” she stammered, hiding her embarrassed face with the tips of her wings. “I just-- You must’ve thought-- I am so sorry! I thought you were somepony else!"

‘Somebody else’, you almost corrected her out of habit, but held your tongue. One of the things you were encouraged to do was to make sure your visitors felt safe and comfortable in the presence of an alien of a comparably imposing stature, and correcting their weird language seemed like the wrong way to go about it.

“Not to worry, ma’am, that’s a perfectly understandable mistake.” You waved your hand with an even wider, reassuring-ier smile. “It is rather dark in here, after all, and I was only just moved to this post today. In fact, you are my very first visitor here, and you’ve already made me feel decidedly welcome!”

“Oh, um…” She let out a small giggle as her ears relaxed a little bit, standing up from how they were pinned flat against her head. “I did…?”

“Absolutely!” you nodded. “And of course, I understand how difficult it must be for your kind to tell us humans apart. Why, I’d even go as far as to say that in those circumstances, remembering a person by the smell of their genitals alone is a completely normal approach. Obvious, even.”

“R-Really?” She seemed to perk up at that, a single turquoise
eye carefully glancing up at you over the feathers. “I would’ve hated to upset you, mister human. Does it really seem normal to you?”

You pressed your hand to your chest, your expression as serious as it was sincere. “I would’ve done the same.”

The pony giggled again, her wings unfurling a little before folding back to her sides. “Ah, I’m glad.” She stepped a little closer, finally returning your smile. “Um, my name is--”

“--left behind in the outside world, ma’am, past the walls of this humble place.” You interrupted her politely, but firmly. “Here, you don’t have to tell me anything, including your name - this way, your anonymity is guaranteed.” Another thing that was guaranteed, was you forgetting her no doubt weird-ass name the moment it would reach your ears, but you wisely decided to omit that.

“R-Right, of course,” she nodded. “The other, um, human person that was here before you told me the same. And, well, I guess we never really talked much besides that. Or at all, really.”

“Which, I surmise, you were fine with?” you made an insightful guess.

“Mhm,” the pony nodded, the rosy blush returning to her cheeks. “I’m, um… Unlike other ponies, who were, you know… Well, unlike them, I guess I’m not very… I’d rather just…”

“...Skip the niceties and get straight to business,” you finished for her.

“Y-Yeah,” she nodded sheepishly. “Everypony thinks I’m weird, but… the other human was nice to me. He said I could just let myself in anytime and - well…” she trailed off and glanced at your manhood, alone and forgotten amidst all the talking but still full of hope.

“Say no more, ma’am,” you said then, shifting deeper into your seat. “If that’s how you would prefer to go about it, as a trained professional I would be more than happy to comply. Please carry on, and feel free to pretend I'm not even here."

With that, you pointedly turned your attention to the little TV, and as you heard the muffled “thank you” and felt the pony shuffle closer, you did your absolute best to keep it there.

…So that’s how your meeting went, and now that it’s been nearly half an hour since then, you have to admit you are starting to feel rather… unprofessional. The girl’s good. Not in the intense, sloppy, blow-your-socks-off kinda way good, no. Quite the opposite of it, in fact - her movements are slow and deliberate, and yet so full of gentle love and care... It feels like a warm, relaxing bath to your genitals, complete with flowery scents and soft bubbly foam.

And while not unwelcome, you definitely start to see why the other locals thought her weird.

You’re used to ponies coming in, exchanging “hello”s, sucking you off, and promptly getting out, maybe only occasionally engaging you in a bit of small talk somewhere in-between. As far as you’re concerned, that sort of interaction was efficient, professional, and crystal clear to all parties involved. That much… attention, frankly bordering on obsession, is something you’ve never quite expected to experience in this place.

Though, now that you think about it, you do remember some creepy stories coursing among the boys back at the base. Something about a post with ponies so crazy, so weird and different from the norm, no man managed to stay there for more than a few days - weeks at most… Which post was it again? Pa, Po, something that starts with P…

Your thoughts are once again interrupted as the pegasus’ tongue finds an especially sensitive spot, making you throb and sending a shudder down your spine. Suddenly, her alleged weirdness seems way less important… as you instead wonder if you can ask her to do that again. Quietly exhaling a breath you were holding, you hazard a careful glance down, only to see that the bashful pony is completely lost in what she’s doing.

Having just finished lightly sucking the tip of your dick, her attention once again shifts a little lower. Your swollen member, lavishly slathered in pony saliva, once again finds itself resting among soft locks of pink mane. A thin stream of warm pre lazily drools from the tip down her neck and back, trickling between her wings, making her visibly shudder with every droplet. The pegasus idly strokes your shaft with her deft, feathery wingtips, pressing it just slightly closer to herself as her lips find your testes.

You only just now had started to feel a slight coldness from the drying moisture on your balls, left from her last visitation there, as it immediately gets replaced by the warm and wet confines of her mouth. She's only able to fit one at a time - but she more than makes up for it by being thorough. No spot escapes delicate attention as she licks, suckles, and lightly nibbles at your testes one at a time, treating them as her personal treasure. Her breathing is deep and calm, warm air tickling your skin as she exhales, and she lets out barely audible moans that you feel more than hear as she savors your taste and smell.

The TV keeps droning on at the lowest volume, but you no longer care. You feel yourself zoning out, sinking deeper into the cushions of your seat, and stretching your legs out and apart, relaxing as idle thoughts lazily course through your mind. Whatever reservations you had about this little horsey being weird are pushed out by the spreading mellow pleasure you get from her doting. You can almost imagine you’re on vacation already… What little sunlight pierces through the ceiling window warms your skin... The flow of air from the AC unit is like a gentle summertime breeze... What pieces are missing from this comfy image are more than compensated by tender care and affection your nethers are getting… And even though you’re not getting any closer to the release, you certainly don’t mind spending the rest of the day like that…

“Hey! You in there!” a loud, irritated female voice from outside of your booth makes both you and the pegasus jump in surprise. “What’s taking you so long!? There’s a line, you know?!”

You scramble to sit up properly as the last of your little self-delusion comes crashing down. You’re not on vacation - you’re still at work, and you have certain responsibilities to fulfill.

The butter-colored pegasus gasps breathlessly, as you straighten up and your member moves away from her. Almost instinctively, she rushes forward, looking to once again bury her face into your crotch, but you clear your throat loudly, capturing her attention.

“Apologies, ma’am” you give her a little apologetic smile, but furrow your brows nonetheless. “The mare outside is right - you are taking quite a bit longer than necessary.”

“Oh,” she says and looks away, looking just a little bit guilty with a flushed smile on her face. Even as she speaks, she gently caresses your warm member against her cheek, as if unwilling to ever lose contact with it. “I, um, I tend to get carried away a little bit. That’s why I usually come in early, to have some time to myself, but today Angel Bunny was being uppity with his breakfast, and I had to stay behind and…”

You cough into your fist, politely interrupting her, and gesture pointedly with your eyes at the entrance to your booth. As if on cue, the mare outside shouts again:

“It’s been half an hour already! I'll give you five more minutes and then I’m coming in!”

“So,” you cough again.

“R-Right,” she sits straight, “I should, um--”

“Yeah." You also look away, unsure of where to put your hands. The strictly-business atmosphere was hopelessly shattered by genuine affection the pony was giving, and now you scrambled to get at least some of it back.

“Please proceed to finish the procedure,” you finish reservedly, trying to look as professionally as you possibly could. Which, for the record, was not very much.

“O-Okay,” she says, taking a quick breath and exhaling to steady herself. “Okay.” She takes your penis between her hooves and brings it in front of her, licking her lips somewhat nervously. It throbs slightly under her gaze, swollen and vaguely purplish after the long teasing.

“Um, sir?” she glances up at you sheepishly. “Are you… Are you close?”

“Not… exactly,” you have to admit. “While your stimulation was very pleasurable, it was a bit too light to really get me going.”

“O-Oh,” she looks just a little bit discouraged. “The previous person usually would be by this point. I must’ve gotten worse at this…”

“Nonsense,” you say without even thinking. “Perhaps the last guy was simply more sensitive or somesuch, but I’ll have you know, you were doing incredibly well. Why, next time I would be more than happy to welcome you in earlier in the day, so that we would have more time together before another visitor bothers us.”

“I… I see.” The pegasus visibly brightens up at your words, rosy blush striking her cheeks. She must’ve not received much praise before. What kinda monster the guy before you was, not to compliment this precious creature for all her efforts?

“A-Alright. Thank you.” She turns her attention back to the cockhead bobbing in front of her. “I’m not… I’m not too good at this part, but I’ll do my best!”

As you nod and turn to the TV, you are stopped by a meek voice:

"Um, sir?" the pegasus asks, looking at you from under her mane and fiddling her hooves around your member. "I think… I think it would be better if you'd watch? If you don't mind…"

Your brows flick upwards at the unexpected request. Could it be perhaps, that the little pegasus fooled you with her shy demeanor, while actually being what one would call a ‘freak’? Regardless, of course, you were going to comply, and not only of dedication to your duties.

"My pleasure, ma’am." With a little nod, you lean forwards and lock eyes with the pony between your legs.

That was the cue. Without breaking eye contact, she stick out her cute little tongue and gives your cockhead a long, wet, lick.

You try to keep a straight face and fail at it miserably, letting out a groan through your teeth. No matter how many times you see or feel them, you just can't quite get used to how soft and wide and wet pony tongues are. It completely envelops your girth, sending electricity shooting from your groin through your body. A fat bead of pre oozes out of your tip, landing square on the waiting tongue.

The pegasus breaks eye contact after all, if only to close her eyes for a moment as she appreciates the gift. As she opens them again, the eyes you meet are shining, glistening… hungry.

Without a warning, she bobs her head down and locks her lips in a vacuum seal just past your glans. You shudder as her cheeks sink in, the pony ever so slightly and rhythmically suckling at your head as it lays on the soft bed of her tongue. Her eyes scan your face for the slightest change now, seeking what would make you give her more of the taste she so enjoyed.

And more you give. As her velvet tongue laps at the underside of your member, occasionally swirling around or gently prodding at the slit, you keep producing more and more of the savory pre, leaking right into her hungry throat.

Your hands grip the handles of your seat. You weren't lying when you said you were not exactly close before, but half an hour of subtle teasing had not gone unnoticed either. As the pegasus starts to ever so slightly pump her head up and down at a steady pace, you feel yourself rapidly approaching release.

Her hooves stroke your shaft, soft hoofpads caressing the throbbing flesh, but her lips never go past the bulb of your member. She raises up, letting all of you out of her mouth with only her lips pressed in a kiss against the very tip, suckles on it momentarily as she locks her eyes with yours, and slowly sinks down. Her lips envelop you bit by smallest bit until only the crown is entirely within her mouth - after which she immediately raises back up and starts again.

You don't think you can endure such treatment for long. After a while of relaxed teasing, she now specifically attacks your weakest points again and again and again - and by god, it's working. Your thoughts start turning hazy, your fingers clutching the handles, the fire inside you starts to grow hotter and hotter - and then suddenly, you hear a voice.

“Sir?” she asks sweetly, looking up at you with a small smile and an adorable rosy blush. "I don't really know how to go m-much harder than that, so…" Her eyelashes flutter as she adopts the most innocent expression you ever seen anyone pull off while coddling a dripping cockhead to their lips. "...Could you, um, cum for me? Please…?"

The sincere, heartfelt plea was the last straw. The voice, the look, the lips, the eyes - never before in your life have you been able to cum on command, but this little pegasus has officially done it. Nearly breaking off the handles you were desperately clutching, you erupt with a low growl, feeling liquid magma travel up your cock. The pony wastes no time, immediately wrapping her lips around your head again, just in time to receive the first spurt of your seed. It bulges out her cheeks with force, but she manages to swallow it down in one heavy gulp, emptying her mouth just in time for the second helping, then the third, the fifth, the tenth… Your cock throbs and twitches madly as you unload, but she holds it steady with her hooves and just keeps downing the viscous liquid in giant gulps without fail, her eyes closed in concentration. Your own eyes start rolling up into your skull...

At some point it feels like you briefly black out from the intense pleasure. When you come to your senses, you're limp in your seat, trying your best to catch your breath. The first conscious thought in your mind is to check on your visitor, and you weakly prop yourself up, glancing downwards.

The pegasus is still sitting there, lips around the head of your member, cheeks again bulging out as she just barely failed to keep up with your output at the end. You watch as she carefully backs away, disengaging from you with a quiet wet slurp, lips tightly pursed so as not to spill anything. Her throat moves visibly as she swallows once, twice, thrice, savoring your last load. Only then she opens her eyes and, shakily, gets up to her hooves.

“Thank you very much,” she says with a small curtsy as you just stare at her and pant, trying to remember how to form words. A small trickle of white almost runs down her chin, but she licks her lips, catching it before it drops. “I will be seeing you tomorrow, then.”

You gurgle something along the lines of “certainly, ma’am,” as the pony leans in and gives your softening cock a light, almost chaste kiss. You flinch, still painfully sensitive, but the pegasus is already moving past your seat and into the exit lock, at the opposite side of the entrance. There's a bunch of noises of doors unlocking and locking, and then she's gone.

You allow yourself a few more moments to just lie there, panting as if you had just finished a marathon. Not before long however, you remember about the mare outside. Making visitors wait is decidedly impolite, after all. With another groan, you sit upright, propping yourself up on shaking arms and taking a couple of deep breaths to calm your racing heart. Then you reach out and smack the big red button on the wall nearby that says “Next”.

You have a feeling it’s gonna be a lo-o-ong day.