“You know,” she began, listing over and straddling him, “I’ve been giving this whole situation a bit of thought. Despite how skilled you are with amorous matters, perhaps you could pursue an alternate career - specifically one revolving around your hospitality.”

Keenly aware of her heated, damp loins against his crotch, he reached out and rubbed her thighs. “So like customer service work?”

Contorting her torso, she brought her snout to his nose. “Something like that. I was thinking you could open a little bed and breakfast.”

Considering her words, he knit his brow. He had enjoyed dealing with ponies from all walks of life, even before he went on his erotic escapade, so the idea definitely wasn’t the worst he’d heard - that said, there was no way in Tartarus he could afford a house big enough for it. Equestria may have been a fun place to live in, but real estate was not cheap.

“One question,” he muttered, “how could I afford this?”

Rolling her hips forward and back, grinding herself against his hardening manhood, she cupped and fondled her breasts. “Don’t you worry about that. I’m sure I could arrange something for you.”

Suppressing a shiver of delight, he pursed his lips. “I guess it wouldn’t be that hard for you to pull off, seeing as how you can do just about anything.”

“It’s true, I am pretty amazing,” she mused, waggling her eyebrows. “But back to the point. I think it’s more than fair that a healthy young man like you deserves to have a place to call your own. You can’t live under Twilight’s roof forever!”

The corners of his mouth turned up, as she lifted herself and kissed her sopping-wet entrance to the tip of his rigid cock. “On one condition…”

She paused, his manhood only having just graced her snatch. “And what condition is that?”

“Don’t fuck with my head. I know everyone else forgot about everything I’ve done, but I want to keep those memories,” he stated, grabbing her hips.

As she threw her weight downward, impaling herself in one smooth motion, her muzzle split in a twisted grin. “You drive a hard bargain, but I have a condition of my own…” she trailed off, snapping her fingers and instantly blinding the man.

Blinking away the spots in his vision, Anon reflexively pawed at himself while looking around in a panic. He seemed intact, he was still lounging in bed with Eris, and he felt fine, though his suspicions were immediately raised. Peeking up at her, seeing her grinning from ear to ear, he swallowed hard.

“What did you just do…?” he flatly asked.

“Nothing whatsoever,” she tittered, sharing him in her embrace. “I merely wanted to startle you a bit - anyways, yes, I believe we have a deal…”

Author's Note

Could this mean Anon's terribly lewd luck is about to run out?
If your answer was yes, stay tuned to find out...