The Adventures of Nora the Human Prostitute

Nora's life was about typical, before it had happened. She worked a nine to five at a call center, rented an apartment above a pawn shop, and went to bed each night dreaming about nothing more than something better. She was 24, two siblings, no boyfriend. Liked singing, but only in the shower where no one could hear her. Liked animals, but had no pets of her own. She was also a nymphomaniac, but everyone is entitled to their quirks. Still, it got her out of the house pretty regularly. She had never really wanted more than something casual; she liked things loosey-goosey. No routine is sort of a routine on its own, when you give it enough time. That suited her love life just fine. In hindsight, perhaps her new profession shouldn't have been that much of a surprise.

You see, Nora's life had been uprooted permanently when she woke up in the land of brightly colored talking ponies. It was something of a surreal experience, to be sure, and one that had damn near stopped her heart cold when the penny dropped, but she was over all that now. The ponies were kind, and not to mention cute. It made for an easy transition, which softened the blow of leaving everything behind. Sometimes you don't realise what you have until it's gone.

The 'how' part of the equation had been still been bothering her, though. Sudden multi-dimensional teleportation to a land of talking equines doesn't usually happen at random. She had had plenty of time to dwell on it all, lazing away the days under the relentless summer sun. There hadn't been much else to do here in Equestria - at least, not at first. She remembered how she had arrived in this land, waking up under a tree on a hill just outside Ponyville's boundaries. It had been the flower trio of all ponies to find her... that had been one heck of an entrance. One panicked trip from the trio back to town raving about the strange monster had Ponyville in an uproar when she arrived. How those windows all got boarded up so quick remained a mystery to this day, as did the origins of the stampeding cattle that had been let loose on the village somehow. Anyway, the panicked ponies caused chaos in their haste to hide from her. Nora was a pariah for all of two hours, before the local gang of roving heroes had been ferried in to see to her and the apparent threat she posed.

Anyway, before long she was put before the Princess of Friendship. Apparently this was normal protocol here. It was a little intimidating at first, having someone - or rather, somepony - holding your fate in their hands - er, that is, hooves - but Twi and her friends had been nothing short of amazing. Instead of banishing her or feeding her to a dragon (dragons also apparently exist here, by the way), or even making her rebuild the damage from the carnage her arrival had caused, they welcomed Nora right into their little circle of friends. She smiled, thinking back on it all, how immediately they had all accepted the mystical two-legged creature nopony had ever heard of before.

Being the first human in Equestria had its perks. Since she was homeless by virtue of her circumstance, the Apples had put her up - they had the room to spare, plus AJ wouldn't take no for an answer. She had said everypony needs family, and if Nora couldn't see her own, they'd have to do. That was so typical of her. She didn't have a job, either, but nobody seemed eager for her to get one. She bedded and boarded rent-free at the farm for a couple of months before she got on her feet.

...Yeah, about that.

Nora had found work by now. It was... honest work. She had certain unique characteristics and skills to offer, you see, and, well... perhaps we shouldn't get ahead of ourselves. It had all started right there at Sweet Apple Acres, funnily enough. She didn't know it at the time, but one chance encounter had altered her path in Equestria forever, and she couldn't have been more grateful.

Being stuck in Equestria came with many challenges, and one of the least obvious at the time had been, to put it succinctly, her physical needs. Nora would shack up on the regular back on Earth. Always safely, of course, and on her terms. But she had no outlet here. She was the only human in existence, after all. So she had to resort to self-care.

She was ashamed of it, something she had never remotely felt before. Something about seeing the face of an adorable, fluffy pony not two minutes after fingering yourself silly just stabbed at the heart in a way that said "this is wrong, they are too innocent to be around you." Even though she kept things very private, being sure to tend her needs in bed when no ponies were around, speaking to anypony after felt... weird. Like she would have some corrupting influence on them simply by being around them.

Ponies were, by all accounts, pretty pure. They didn't really have war or inequality or anything that humans did - hell, they didn't even curse! So, by way of logical deduction, they were probably pretty reserved about sex. Nora wasn't even sure if they had sex. Of course, little ponies had to come from somewhere, but the thought of them actually going through the motions just felt wrong when you looked at how adorably naive they were about most everything else. Something did not compute. So as much as Nora needed her private time, she tried not to think about it too much, especially in their presence.

Of course, everyone gets horny somtimes, and for someone like Nora, 'sometimes' was a lot. Maybe even most of the time. So as much as she had tried to show restraint, before long she was masturbating every day to keep down the urges. It didn't hold a candle to real, primal sex, but if she were to be stuck in Equestria for the foreseeable future, she had resigned to live with it. Could be worse, all things considered. Human dick wouldn't even scratch her top five for things she missed about home. Where the hell was pony internet, damn it?! And just how hard can it be to serve food not covered in grass and hay?

The problem with getting into routines like that is that you get comfortable, and when you get comfortable, you get careless. Nora found this out one day when she retired to the Apples' spare bedroom mid-afternoon for a little relief. Atop the bed in a position between sitting and laying, she worked her pussy, eyes closed as she focused on the pleasure welling up inside her. She had naught on but a t-shirt, one made by Rarity in the wake of any ready-to-purhcase human clothing. Her jeans and panties lay discarded on the floor in front of the bed, which creaked ever so subtly with her movements. She didn't normally like taking too long, since the shame around her actions still hit her to some extent, but she was slowly getting over that and getting used to being less utilitarian with her personal time. She groped her chest with a free hand as she felt herself getting closer, on the brink of climax, when her eyelids parted for just a fraction of a second, and what she saw in that time stopped her cold. The red blur in her distorted vision definitely struck her as out of place, and in an instant she knew what it was, eyes subsequently flying wide open as her hand lingered stock still between her agape legs.

When Big Macintosh saw that she had finally noticed him, and realized that he had been staring, his cheeks turned a deeper red than his already near-crimson coat, something Nora hadn't thought possible. His front peeked in around an ajar door, his mouth agape in shock and what he had seen. He immediately broke his gaze, but in the moment before reality had set in for him, Nora noticed his pupils had been locked onto her. He had started sputtering, choking out a hundred half-apologies, each one cut off by the next, and scampered away from the crack in the door.

But Nora had called out to him to halt his retreat. About a million feelings flooded her head in that moment, and looking back, she couldn't name a single one. Something between embarrassment and fear, perhaps? Fear of never being seen the same way by one of her hosts - her good friend's brother - ever again? Fear of him telling the others, and them kicking her out, disgusted? Fear of becoming an outcast as the revelation finally hit that humans were just a whole lot nastier than ponies?

To her amazement, he returned, hoof covering one side of his face in a conscious effort to look away, though she had quickly thrown the sheets over herself to cover up. He said many things in tandem, and in his flustered state, none of them made much sense. From what she pieced together, he was sent to check if she wanted to join the others for a round of cider. First batch of the year. It made sense, in hindsight. Apples were too giving not to think of her in a moment like that. Mac never was much of a talker, Nora had gathered that in her time living with him, but his inability to get his words out now was obviously her doing. She would have found it cute were it not for the circumstances around it.

One thing drew her attention away, however, from both her own mortified feelings and from Mac's whimpered apologies, and that was a noticeable growth between his legs. She stared. She couldn't help it. It was the first time she had seen anything resembling genetalia in Equestria. Sure, ponies didn't wear clothes, but they hardly flashed their private parts around, either. Maybe a mare's teats would be visible sometimes, sure, but as a human towering tall above all ponies, she didn't really get an eyeful, and nobody ever commented on it, so it didn't seem to be sexualized at all. She felt sure that on occasion ponies must get a bit of an intimate view of one another, if only by accident, with only a tail between the outside world and their own shame, but it didn't seem to matter to them, and she was certainly content not to try and steal a glance at their plump little posteriors. That would have been wrong.

But there and then, Mac's half-hard penis met her head on, shattering her reality of some innocent, abstinent society where foals were brought in by the stork, or some magical pony godmother, or something equally ridiculous that was probably normal in talking horse land. No, he had a dick, and that meant that he - or ponies in general, at least - had sex. Raw, uncensored, rough-riding sex. And in that moment, that was all she could think about. It washed away much of the guilt she carried for her own urges; even if ponies weren't exaclty horndogs, they definitely understood the concept of good old fashioned fucking.

Much too late, she realized that she had been staring at him, much as he had at her, and she snapped out of it, diverting her attention back to Big Mac's face, which carried a puzzled, shy, and - she was pretty sure it wasn't her imagination - slightly hopeful look. Time moves slower in those sort of situations. Neither of them said a word in what felt like a small eternity, but was probably only three or four seconds. And then Nora had invited him in.

He plowed her fields that day.

He had been sweaty, sticky and dirty from his work, and she had loved every apple-bucking second.

That day, a switch flipped in Nora's mind. It hadn't activated her sex drive, which had always been there, but it had activated its new focus. Never did she think she'd acquire an insatiable urge for horsedick, but life was full of surprises these days.

Her second had been Mr. Cake, the baker. He had been heading up the storefront alone. She had been buying a box of confections... cupcakes, donuts, she couldn't even remember now. She had come up a little short on bits. How those ponies managed without even having access to pockets most of the time, she could only guess. It was never a big deal; sometimes loose change is a little too loose, and ponies were content to wave it off and say "you can pay me back next time." Just another one for the tally in the list of reasons Equestria rocked. Mr. Cake was no different in that regard. Except Nora had joked a little. "Oh no, looks like I don't have enough to pay you," she had said. Thinking back to it now, she could neither confirm nor deny that she had batted her eyes and loosened her top off her shoulder, just slightly. "Well," came his reply, choked out between licked lips, "I'm sure there's... some way you can settle your debt."

The baker wasn't all that special to look at, but he was a hit in the sack. She could see why cream buns were his specialty. Mrs. Cake was a lucky woman. Ah... right.

Nora felt guilty about that one. Very, very guilty. From that moment on, she made a rule. No messing around with married stallions. It would only be trouble. She had kind of avoided Sugarcube Corner since. Seeing Mrs. Cake would just send her into a meltdown. Nora liked to try and pretend it had all been an innocent, spur of the moment thing, but the truth is, she flirted. And when he flirted back, she escalated. Why Mr. Cake had cheated, she wasn't entirely sure. He must have been getting some at home - if he could dick his wife half - no, one quarter as good as he had Nora that day, then she would have no trouble putting out, even with two kids to juggle. Nora would have gone to war to be fucked like that every night.

Turns out, though, she didn't have to. After one or two more 'forays', she had acquired a bit of a reputation. She wasn't sure who had been the first to talk, but word soon got around among the stallion population in Ponyville: Nora the human bent over for pony dick. The first one to offer her money had been Filthy Rich - that is, that was his name. Curse these overly descriptive pony monikers. He didn't break her rule about married stallions since he and his wife were on the rocks anyway. Since then, she charged every time, and never had to worry about being a burden on the Apples again. She quickly got enough bits together to buy a quaint little house closer to the center of town, and after deftly dodging some awkward questions about her new financial status, she never looked back. And thus began her life as Nora the human prostitute.

It was a simple existence that kept her in supply, and firmly in demand. The perks: gold coins and buckets of pony cum. It was the perfect job for her. She was, after all, a slut, in the strictest definition of the word. She would never appreciate being called such by another - outside of the bedroom, that is... or the kitchen counter - but from a purely detached, descriptive standpoint, the term defined her perfectly. She was living the nympho's dream.

And all that brought her to where she was now, lurking in an alley after dark with an eager eye for male ponies. It paid to have a specific spot for such encounters; word got around on its own, and it saved the awkwardness of colts trying to approach her in public. Nora still didn't quite have a handle on how she now fitted in with Equestrian society; the stallions lining up to dick her down certainly didn't seem to have a problem with her new occupation, and none of them ever really treated her like she was someone lesser, or that she was doing something shameful, but her clientele was a self-selected bias. Nora still dreaded the idea of her open secret being an open truth. As things stood, she still had plausible deniability, and none of the girls had seemed to have caught on, at least yet. That was good. That was ideal. Let her keep her daydream-like life as a wayward being in colorful, whimsical pony land separate from her nightlife as a whore for throbbing stallion cocks. If those two worlds never met, it would be too soon.

Nora looked to the sky, eyeing up the moon, half-shrouded in cloudy haze though it was. Wouldn't be long, now. She wondered who would stop by first. Perhaps Rich - he had been a recurrent customer since their first encounter. Poor boy's balls must have been the size of basketballs before they met, for how eager he was to empty them inside Nora every week. Maybe one day he'd get her out of his system. She hoped not.

She did have favorites, of course. Ever since the money element had gotten introduced, she actually kept things very professional, almost to her own surprise. The fact that she was a dedicated employee didn't detract from her cool demeanor when bargaining with a first-time customer. Besides, she didn't want anyone - that is, anypony - getting too familiar. She was content to grab life by the balls and steer it with its dick, not wanting to settle down just yet, so the idea of a pony catching feelings was a little concerning. She wasn't even sure she'd be able to say no to such a cute little scrunchy face. If Mr. Cake ever officially split with the wife, though, all bets were off.

Just as she started spacing out imagining Mr. Cake ravaging her on their honeymoon, a slight tug at her sleeve caught Nora's attention. A sidelong glance revealed a tentative navy blue hoof slinking away from her side. Beloning to said hoof was an equally tentative looking pony, wearing what looked to be a forced casual grin, the underlying nerves of which couldn't be contained. Nora hadn't seem this guy around town before. A merchant, maybe? They tended to come and go like clockwork.

"What is it, sweetie?" she asked with a reassuring smile, despite being pretty certain they both knew the answer already.

"Uh... uh, excuse me..." the pony replied, his pre-planned speech clearly crashing and burning before his eyes. He was an average build, and his dark coat would have made him kind of hard to discern under the gentle night, were it not for teal eyes which pierced through the dark.

Nora was bad at guessing pony ages. If they were little, they were probably foals. All the grown stallions seemed about the same height, except Big Mac, who earned his nickname in two ways, it turns out. Perhaps this was a younger stallion, or maybe he just felt a little uneasy around her since she was human. That was something she almost forgot about, now that Ponyville had grown accustomed to her presence, but the shock factor must be real for anypony seeing her for the first time. Still, if he was about to ask what she expected him to ask, he can't be that scared of her. Unless he was terrified of the unparalleled softness of human lips, or the knee-quaking tightness of human-

"Well, um, are you... Nora? The... h-human?" he got out, breaking her train of thought.

Now unable to not think of him shaking in fear at the thought of her sexy human charms overwhelming him, she let out a sweet-sounding giggle.

The pony before her pulled his head back at this, ears turning down, and Nora quickly realized her mistake - it must have looked like she was laughing at his question. She made frantic moves to reassure him.

"Sorry, honey, you ponies are just too cute sometimes. That's me, the one and only," she said with a flourish, posing triumphantly in a way that even Dash would have respected.

Despite the added clarity, this seemed only to confuse her conversation parner momentarily, until he pulled himself together, pupils focusing on her face once more. Had he been checking out her body while she did that goofy pose? Naughty boy! And he seemed so shy, too.

"I, uh, I wondered if you - that is, I heard that you, um, oh my... what I wanted to say was-"

"200 bits," she cut him off.

He seemed flabbergasted at her directness, a response she had feared, but she didn't want to be here all night. She wanted to be on all fours for a good sixty percent of the evening, at least.

"I-I, that is to say, um... okay."

Nora beckoneded him over to a corner in the alley, and he followed closely in tow, looking equal parts relieved at not having to overtly ask the question, and excited at what was to follow.

"You got a place for us to do the deed, hon?"

From the new angle, Nora got a glimpse at his cutie mark, an unfurled scroll and inkwell. Yep, definitely didn't ring a bell. Her bang-buddy-to-be nodded once resolutely.

"Great. What's your name, by the way? I don't think I've seen you here before."

The nature of their transaction didn't revoke her polite conversational nature.

"It's, uh," he said, eyes darting around. "Quill... Heart?"

Why did he say that like it was a question? He may have been nervous, but you'd think a pony would be confident enough telling someone their own name. Perhaps he made it up, too embarrassed to give his real name? Still, hers was not to judge.

"Is this your... first time, Quill?" she asked, as tactfully as she could. "It's not a problem if it is, I can take the lead if you-"

"Yeah," he said abruptly, "It's my first time with a mare."

Human, she thought. But it was sweet that that hadn't occurred to him. Her... exoticness, was certainly a card she played frequently, often unintentionally, but she was glad to be treated just like any other pony, at least outside of work.

Nora idly wondered why he'd come to her. Stallions were in short supply, certainly in Ponyville. If it wasn't the novelty of banging a human, then what? Perhaps he was just too afraid of mares? Eh, she didn't care, she'd still show him a good time.

"Lead on, then, Quilly," she cooed, earning a surprised smile from the stallion at the impromptu nickname.

The pair travelled beneath the night sky to a house on the outskirts of town. Small, cozy, away from it all. It reminded Nora of Fluttershy's place, in a way, but she hadn't actually seen any ponies going to or from this abode before. She didn't bother trying to strike up conversation on the way, given Quill's prior nervous and cagey disposition. He'd probably be more comfortable in silence. She did notice him stealing glances her way every once in a while, though. Despite what they were here to do, she didn't take it as oogling; no, she knew that look. It was curiosity, plain and simple. The sort of half-glance the ponies all shot her from around corners and behind windows when she had first appeared here. Nothing malicious, but certainly a little uneasy. She wasn't sure if he was taking a sly look at the strange creature, or simply checking she was still there, and hadn't abandoned him under cover of darkess.

When they rocked up to what was apparently Quill's place, she flipped the lights on. Why ponies made switches when they had hooves was another mystery to her. The front room was plain and simply decorated, betraying little about its owner. Finally, she spoke again for the first time since they struck up their bargain.

"Shall we head upstairs?" she asked.

Quill Heart nodded, then scampered up. Nora was getting a little excited herself, now; after all, she was in this for love more than money, and she loved extending diplomatic relations with the locals, one awe-struck colt at a time. She generally preferred clients who had a little experience, but Quill was still all pony, after all; he'd have the equipment, which was impressive enough on its own. Ponies weren't giant down there. Big, sure. Bigger than any human. But ponies themselves were little guys, after all. Even Big Mac barely came up to her lower chest, and he had nealry a head on most other stallions. Things down there were in proportion. That perfect sweet spot of dwarfing anything she'd get back on Earth without rearranging any of her internal organs. In other words, pony dicks were perfectly sized, and most stallions had the raw, animalistic passion to use them to full effect when mating.

"Are... are you coming?" called down a voice from above.

Snapping back to the situation at hand, Nora blinked twice in quick succession, before turning her head to the stairs. "Be right with you!"

He still seemed concerned she might leave. Weird, since he had already paid her before they headed out. Some clients paid upfront, others didn't. Nora didn't care. Crime was rare in Equestria, and from what she could tell, Ponyville was hardly a hotspot for it even by Equestrian standards. It probably wouldn't even occur to most ponies to use her and then skip town. So sometimes she'd roll around first, take the money after. No sweat. She had yet to get short-changed - ponies just didn't seem to have it in them.

Something still felt a little odd about the encounter, something she couldn't place, but she was anxious about keeping the bag of nerves upstairs waiting too long, so she brushed it aside and ascended to meet him in his room.

Making her way up to a small, if somewhat shabby bedroom, Nora closed the door behind her, taking stock of Quill, who was eyeing her expectently.

"So... where did you want to start? We can go as slow as you like," she offered.

"Can you... lift up your shirt?" he requested.

She was happy to oblige. Her boobs hugged the fabric on the way up, before dropping in one fell swoop as her shirt settled against her collarbone, kept in place with both hands. Nora was fairly well endowed; it was a blessing and a curse. Her bra kept her girls pert and in place. Explaining to Rarity what bras were used for had been weirdly mortifying. Somehow, the concept of making clothing specifically for something like that almost seemed lewder here, as normal as it would have been back home. But it was one item she was not content to go without, even in Equestria.

Quill trotted closer, gazing at her chest and stomach. Whilst things were still pretty tame so far, no doubt even this was weird for him, since ponies had fur covering all that up. For Nora, clothes would suffice. There was something pleasing about seeing naked skin, though. Smooth, shiny, ticklish to the touch. Could show plenty of marks... she shook her head, getting devious thoughts already.

Quill stuck his face forward in a particularly horse-like manner, inspecting her navel. Then, with no warning, he gave Nora a quick lick up over her bellybutton.

"Heh," she let out a quiet laugh at the foreign, ticklish sensation.

His tongue was long and flat. Kissing was an unusual one now, since the anatomy between ponies and humans wasn't exaclty made for mutual compatability, but it was always an intense experience. She had yet to have a pony lick her stomach until today, however.

Quill went in for seconds, tonguing her navel once more, lapping at her core before giving one long, lavish lick up to just below her chest. Then he seemed to notice her breasts for the first time, looking utterly transfixed by them. He stood up awkwardly on three legs, trying to gain a little height, reaching out with a hoof and kneading her left tit.

It felt a little immature, but everyone starts somewhere, and given the species divide, Nora wasn't about to judge him for playing with her boobs like someone prodding at a jelly dessert with a fork. He lifted one under his hoof, feeling its weight, before dropping it and turning his attention to the other. He managed to bring in a second foreleg, propping himself up against Nora, doubling his capacity for feeling around. Well, he seemed to be getting his bearings, at least.

"Like how they feel, hon?" she asked, flashing him a seductive look.

He seemed to suddenly remember how to be embarrassed, turning flush red and breaking eye contact, but not retracting his groping hooves. "Y-yes..." he said, clearly enjoying himself.

This continued a little longer, before he eventually retreated, sitting on his haunches in front of her and tilting his head quizically, almost like an adorable puppy. "Can I see the... other side?" he asked, still struggling, but with more confidence than he mustered before in asking such questions.

"It'd be my pleasure, sweetie. It's why we're here, after all."

Nora threw her top off, discarding it to the side, and turned around, pulling down her pants to reveal her tight silk panties. They were form fitting, dark, and translucent, her intimate area on semi-display as she bent over, giving the flustered Quill the view he desired.

She heard him gasp a little under his breath. Legs bent and torso contorting to look behind her, Nora eyed the stallion as he approached. Seeing him step up, she resumed looking ahead of her, before giving her booty a little wiggle, inviting him in. She felt the weight of a pair of hooves on her ass, which Quill used to prop himself up behind her, feeling her posterior up. It reminded her of the feeling right before getting mounted, and instinctively the anticipation flared up inside her, her own arousal now climbing. She had been in this position so many times, right before some hunky stallion had plunged his full length into her. The very idea made her wet, a damp spot appearing on her otherwise pristine panties.

As he felt around her ass like he had her boobs, he quickly realized Nora's rump was firmer and meatier than her chest. Stepping off her backside, he caught sight of her wetness and sniffed the air in its general direction. Hands on her knees, Nora looked back once more to speak to her customer. "Like what you see, eh, lover boy?" she teased.

Quill Heart seemed to ignore her entirely, his sniffing picking up in pace as he moved his snout closer to the source of his excitement. In a mere second, he had his nose pressed against her pussy, separated only by the thin fabric of her underwear, and his every breath tantalized her, equine nostrils flaring as he breathed in her scent and breathed out a heavy, cold gust right against her sex, sending shivers up Nora's spine.

"O-oooh," she moaned, the sound quiet but audible against the backdrop of the silent room and Quill's snorting. Before she could think of what to say next, she was surprised as once again, her flesh was given a delicate lick, this time right between her legs, Quill's saliva sticking to her panties and rubbing them against her pussy as his tongue dragged along her erogenous zone.

"Aaah~" she squealed. "Honey, that'd work better if I took off my-" she did not have time to finish the thought before another tongue lash sent her lunging over, metling under Quill's care. "Ooooh!"

She touched her toes, bent over fully now with her back arched and her ass sticking up in the air. Quill seemed to take this as a green light, and he began licking her with reckless abandon, eating her out through her teasing human underclothes with rabid pace and intensity. He lapped away at her, sending her mind spiralling in pleasure, the cries escaping her lips evidence of a job well done.

Quill's hooves rejoined their previous resting place on Nora's ass, this time holding it in place at her sides. He slurped and sucked and sent her into overdrive, tasting her like a ripe fruit, juices dribbling down his chin. Nora's panties were soaked in her own juices and Quill's saliva - mostly the latter - as her brain tried to process what was going on. She locked her fingers inbetween her toes, which curled in delight, her head hanging between her spread legs as she noticed Quill's growing excitement from her upside-down vantage point.

His cock twitched in anticipation, rock-hard as he pleased her, lapping up every nook and cranny, every fold in her ass and pussy. Nora's tongue hung limply out of her mouth like an animal in the throes of passion. She let go of her feet and tried to swing her body closer her prize, the sizeable cock greeting her like an old friend.

"Ugh, uh... do it!" she got out between huffs. "Tongue-fuck me, you naughty boy. I- oh...?"

Her own dirty talk was cut off by something in her peripheral vision. The throbbing, dark gray pendulum between Quill Heart's legs seemed to be convulsing pretty heavily all of a sudden. He couldn't be about to...? Oh no...

Sure enough, right as she looked his member head on, he spurted, coating her face in his batter. He shot several loads, dick spasming with each one, and Nora shut her eyes reflexively as each one hit. Her own pleasure ride didn't stop, however, as Quill gave one final, almighty lick, grazing her with his tongue and sending her over the edge. She coughed and sputtered a little, getting plenty of semen in her mouth, whilst also shaking from the orgasm that she rode out, unable to quite believe that he'd gone in like that after everything that lead up to it. She wasn't exactly complaining, mind, but this had certainly not been an expectation.

As the loads died down, her face, neck, legs and chest absolutely drenched, she steadied herself with her hands against the floor.

"I... I..." she could hear from behind her.

"Pt, pfft, phew," she exclaimed, wiping her eyes in relief.

"I'm... so sorry!"

Nora rose her body a little, taking a stance more akin to when she had first presented herself to him, still wiping her face and trying to see beyond the sticky mess that had made its home on her skin. "Aw, it's no trouble, sweetie, let's-"

From what she could see in her blurred vision, the form of a pony was backing away, uncertain and shaking. "No, I knew this was a bad idea! I have to, I-" and in a flash of blinding light, he was gone.

...What the hell had just happened?

After a few miunutes spent regaining her composure, Nora had cleaned herself to the best of her ability. The en suite bathroom had been surprisingly lackluster in its offerings of hygiene products; there was a single bar of soap which looked to have been untouched for some time, and a small towel. Even the sink was filthy. She hadn't done a perfect job, but she was more bothered by what had just transpired. She felt guilty that he had jumped ship like that; being plastered like that just came with the territory, though she did have to admit he seemed a little more pent up than most ponies she had done the horizontal tango with.

It was such a strange encounter. He had left her absolutely quaking there, clearly no slouch at pleasuring a woman. It occurred to Nora that no one she had been with had actually eaten her out before, and here Quill had managed to make her squeal without even getting her out of her undies. It had been an overwhelming experience, and as great as it was in the moment, his abrupt exit had left her down in the dumps and unable to fully enjoy it.

That, and there was one other thing bothering her. One little nagging thought the pushed itself to the front of her mind, though she was content to sweep it under the rug for now. He had teleported out of the house... had he been a unicorn? She certainly hadn't noticed, but perhaps she was just getting so used to these bizarre equine features now that she missed it? Something didn't feel right. Well, at least she had her money. She would've been a little peeved if buddy boy had dined and dashed.

Still, she resolved to put it aside. After all, technically this was a successful night, at least for her. She hoped Quill would be alright, though. One thing was for sure; was was richer and covered in cum. In other words, a night like any other.