Resting under the awning of the train station’s platform, Anon looked down the track and watched a locomotive approaching in the distance. As much as he would have rather been in Canterlot, his home since he’d found himself in Equestria, his job involved regular travel - unfortunately, in this particular instance, that meant he’d be spending the better part of a week in the little backwater town of Ponyville. Getting to his feet, he brushed himself off and straightened his shirt.
Being the only human in Equestria wasn’t all that bad and it came with a number of perks. For starters, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna had hired him as one of their personal attendants. Most of his days were pretty relaxed, acting as more of an official errand boy than anything, and he genuinely enjoyed his job. He stepped back as the train slowed, its wheels grinding against the track while it rolled up to the station, and scanned the passenger cars.
Once the locomotive had come to a complete halt, its great engine steaming in the cool autumn air, ponies began trotting out and onto the platform. Anon watched as unicorns, earth ponies, and pegasi trotted by, looking from one equine to the next and remaining right where he stood. Under ordinary circumstances, if he’d been waiting for someone in particular, he would have brought a sign to help the process along, although the uniqueness of his charges would make that a moot point.
As a wholly unique creature stepped out of one of the cars, he smiled and walked forward. Nearly as tall as Princess Celestia, with a teal mane, glimmering ruby-red eyes, and a long, gnarled horn atop her head, the kirin ruler was unmistakable - sure, he’d never met her before, but her description had left little room for doubt. He walked over in her direction, waved, and caught her eye.
“Ms. Rain Shine?” he called over the soft din of hooves on concrete.
She turned toward him and impassively looked him up and down. “Anon, I presume?”
Throwing his arms wide, he bowed. “The one and only. I’ll be your attendant for this leg of your tour of Equestria.”
“Charmed,” she hummed, offering a cloven forehoof.
While he wasn’t one for formalities, his time under the Princesses had taught him how to act around royals. Sinking to a knee, he tenderly held her proffered foreleg and kissed her hoof. From what he understood, though Rain wasn’t technically a monarch of any kind, she was still the ruler of her people and should be treated with the utmost respect.
Seeing several kirin exit the car and crowd around her, he got back to his feet and plucked a notebook from his pocket. “Just one moment…”
All the arrangements for the kirin’s stay in Ponyville had already been taken care of, including lodging and several scheduled events for them to attend, but he was a stickler for details. He did a quick headcount of the small, maned equines, ensured nobody was missing, and nodded to himself. Given the relatively late hour, with the sun already dipping toward the horizon, his first and only order of business that day was to get everyone and their luggage to the hotel.
“This way, Ms. Shine,” he began, turning and waving to the small city.
She giggled and batted a hoof at him. “Please, you can just call me Rain.”
“Rain it is,” he chuckled, walking ahead and leading the way. “As you’ve all likely heard, Ponyville is the current home of Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, and several of the Elements of Harmony. The town was established in…”
Steadily leading the dozen kirin off the platform and into town, he opened his journal and regaled the entourage with the city’s history and the pivotal role it had played in several important events. He’d done his homework, effectively making a cheat-sheet to make giving the tour easy, but he quickly hit a snag - not because his handwriting was bad or that there were any overt problems, but because he found it difficult to keep his eyes off Rain. As he stopped and pointed out various landmarks, allowing the exotic visitors to take pictures or buy souvenirs, he slipped glances at the towering, willowy mare.
Not only was Rain almost as large as Princess Celestia, but she was absolutely stunning. Her fluffy mane, long tail, brilliant eyes, and delicate curves were the sort of things he wished he could find in a marefriend. Sauntering ahead of the group and to the entrance of the Sugarcube Corner, he pulled open the door and gestured inside.
“Fair warning,” he began, bringing the group to a halt, “if you’re trying to watch your figure, you may want to stay out here and spare yourself from temptation!”
The kirin, including Rain, laughed and filed inside, giving him just what he wanted. With everyone distracted by the myriad of pastries and confections, he was allowed to sneak a peek at the ruler’s backside. Unlike with an earth pony, pegasus, or a unicorn, the kirin’s relatively long tail did practically nothing to hinder his view of her tush.
He slowly walked up behind her and marveled at just how attractive she was. One of the hardest things to get used to in Equestria was the fact that clothes were rarely if ever worn, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Gazing at her backside and the plump marehood nestled between her thighs, he started when he heard the sound of a clearing throat.
As his eyes shot to Rain’s face, seeing her peering back at him, his blood ran cold. “I was - uh - just admiring your tail.”
She squinted and stared dead at him until he looked away. “Of course…”
Cursing under his breath, he walked through the bakery and tried to keep his cool. Though she hadn’t sounded all that convinced by his lie, he wasn’t too worried - after all, it wasn’t his fault that she was traipsing about in the buff with all her goods on display! Reminding himself that he’d have to be more careful with her, especially because he’d be spending the next few days with or around her, he wandered into a corner of the shop and waited for the throng of kirin to finish their browsing.
The good news was that the group didn’t take long, likely being tired from the multi-hour train ride they’d just finished, but the bad news was that he was increasingly convinced he’d rubbed Rain the wrong way. While he guided the fluffy tourists through town and to where they’d be sleeping, he kept catching their leader looking at him. He may have been paranoid, unable to read her tranquil expression, but his gut told him that she was less than pleased with the attention he’d given her.
“If you’d all wait here for just one minute, I’ll go get the keys to your rooms,” he declared, having brought the kirin into the hotel’s lobby.
Glancing over and seeing several bellhops carrying in luggage, he smirked. Aside from the minor faux pas at Sugarcube Corner, everything was going off without a hitch. The kirin had arrived on time, their effects were being handled, and the lodging was paid for in advance - all courtesy of the Princesses. After he got everyone in their room for the night, he’d be able to kick back and hope Rain forgot about him ogling her.
Sure enough, all the preparation for the kirin’s visit paid off swimmingly. With a number of dining options available in town, the maned visitors were allowed to go out and eat anywhere they’d like before ultimately retiring for the evening. Ensuring the lot of them that he’d see them in the morning to continue their tour of the area, Anon told them his room number in case they needed him, thanked them for being so friendly, and politely excused himself.
“Finally,” he sighed, trudging into his room and shutting the door behind himself.
For all intents and purposes, barring the slight difference in their looks, the kirin really didn’t seem to be much different from regular ponies. Each of the little creatures was cheerful, bubbly, and remarkably friendly - still, he was going to ask Celestia not to assign him to tour duty again. He was all for meeting new people, be they ponies or not, but trying to wrangle a dozen of them while keeping to a schedule wasn’t necessarily his cup of tea.
Walking to and seating himself on the side of his bed, he kicked his shoes off and froze when someone knocked on his door. “Just a sec!” he shouted, pinching the bridge of his nose.
It hadn’t been ten minutes, yet someone had already come to pester him for something. Unless his visitor was an enticing young mare, preferably one who was interested in more of an intimate cultural exchange, the disturbance didn’t bode well for the remainder of his week. Walking to the exit and forcing a smile, he threw the door open and was startled to discover none other than Rain standing just outside.
Looking over at the mare, he scrunched his nose. “Is everything alright?”
“I’d like to speak with you,” she began.
“Then by all means,” he noted, stepping aside for her, “please come -”
“I’d like to speak with you in my room,” she softly interrupted. Without saying another word, she turned and trotted down the hallway.
He rushed after her without thinking, fearing for the worst and leaving his door wide open. A cold sweat beaded on his brow, his palms grew clammy, and his heart pounded away in his chest, while his nerves got the better of him. The situation wouldn’t have been nearly as stressful if she’d been easier to read, showing that she was upset, yet she had the most serene poker face he’d ever seen.
Trotting to and into her suite, she turned to face him. “Close the door.”
He did as she asked and took a long, deep breath to sooth his tattered nerves. “If this is about earlier, I’d -”
“It is,” she flatly stated. “I’m not sure about what sort of etiquette you’re used to, but it’s impolite to gawk at anypony in such an obscene way.”
Hanging his head, he shrugged. “I apologize, but I’m still getting used to Equestria myself. Where I’m from, people wear these,” he explained, tugging at his collar. “For what it’s worth, I would never do anything more than looking - even then, it’s not like I was trying to be a creep.”
“And the Princesses allow this behavior?” she pressed.
Lifting his gaze and giving her a weak grin, he innocently held his hands out. “Nobody’s complained about it before. Believe it or not, you’re the first pony to bring this up.”
She gave an almost imperceptible snort and trotted over to the foot of her bed. “If I had to guess, everypony’s probably been too polite to confront you.”
“That or they’re not bothered by it,” he added.
Stopping at a small trunk of her belongings, she closed her eyes and channeled power into her horn. “Regardless,” she huffed, “I have something for you.”
He inched closer, seeing her open the chest. “A gift?”
“Among my kind, it’s customary to offer our hosts a token of gratitude,” she remarked, levitating a bottle from the trunk’s confines over to him. “Despite your somewhat inappropriate behavior earlier, I’d like to think we’ll get along well.”
Reaching out, he took the offering and uneasily smiled. “I…I really don’t know what to say, but I am sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” she breathed. “In any case, I believe I’m going to go out to sample the fair Ponyville has to offer; might you have any recommendations?”
“I’m really not all that familiar with the town, but you can’t go wrong with eating at the Hayburger,” he replied, inspecting the bottle.
Nodding her thanks, she trotted past him and opened the door. “Thank you for indulging me, Anon, I’ll see you soon.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he murmured. Seeing himself out, he stopped in the hallway and gave her a little bow. “If you need me, you know where to find me.”
Strolling out after him, she locked up after herself, gave him a small smile, and trotted away. He waved goodbye and proceeded back to his room, relieved beyond measure that she hadn’t raked him over the coals worse than she had. So long as he played his cards right and behaved himself, making a concerted effort not to eye up any of the kirin, he should be able to finish his duty and get back to Canterlot without incident.
Returning to his room and locking the door, going so far as to put a do not disturb sign on the handle, he looked down at the bottle Rain had given him; there was no label on the thing, nor markings of any kind, leaving him to wonder what he’d been given. His first and best guess was that the gift was a drink of some kind, given the amber color, but there was only one way to find out. After carefully removing the cork, he gave the stuff a sniff.
The smell of fruit wafted to his nose, all but affirming his suspicions. He wasn’t all that familiar with kirin society, nobody was, but it wasn’t that much of a stretch to think they brewed wine or spirits in their homeland. Lifting the bottle to his lips, he gave himself an experimental sip.
Sweet, unfamiliar flavors washed over his palate, followed by a subtle burning in her throat. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, Rain had gifted him a bottle of some sort of alcohol. Having properties of brandy and schnapps, the beverage caused the corners of his lips to turn up. After the day he’d had, knowing he’d be away from his bed for several days, the booze would be just the thing to help him unwind.
Resting the bottle on the nightstand, he scampered out of his room with an ice bucket and to the front desk. Barring any interruptions or emergencies, he’d be able to relax with a few drinks and one of the books he’d brought for himself. Maybe this trip wasn’t going to be this bad - heck, maybe he’d even be able to make amends with Rain and befriend her!
It didn’t take him long to get his ice, return to his room, and make himself comfortable. Laid out on his bed, with a full glass of the mysterious hooch in one hand, he flipped open his book and began to read. Equestria was nice in a number of ways, though the technological state of the land meant he had to rely on more antiquated forms of entertainment to pass his time.
He took a long drought of the cold, slightly diluted beverage and beamed. “I’m gonna have to ask about this stuff…”
Though he’d never been much of a drinker, he was inordinately impressed with the drink; it was strong, but not so strong as to be unpleasant. Swallowing and relishing the subtle warmness radiating through his abdomen, he contentedly sighed. A part of him was tempted to save it, to ration the stuff for days or possibly weeks on end, but it was almost too good to put down.
Time gradually passed and he found it harder and harder to read. While the book was as thrilling as ever, chronicling the adventures of the Pillars of Harmony, yet the words seemed to blur upon the page. Wondering if he’d had too much to drink, he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and went rigid when he looked down at himself.
A funny detail he’d learned about Equestria was that the native furniture typically didn’t suit him well. Chairs, beds, and seats were almost universally too small for him, although the mattress he was reclined on suddenly felt much, much bigger than it had been moments prior. Staring down at his feet, sure that they’d been dangling off the end only a few minutes prior, he pursed his lips and wiggled his toes.
“Huh,” he grunted.
Maybe he was just imagining things, or perhaps he hadn’t been paying attention earlier - regardless of what was going on, he felt fantastic - well, a little hot, but fantastic all the same. Unbuttoning his slacks and swinging his legs off the bed, he unsteadily got to his feet and gulped down what was left in his glass. The heat welling up within him grew more intense by the second, leading him to kick off his pants and blunderingly pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Naked save for his underwear, he dragged himself back onto the mattress and writhed about on the sheets. “There we…”
The words died in his throat, as soon as he looked down at himself. He blinked rapidly, unsure of what he was seeing, and reached down to caress his abdomen. Though he’d been drunk on several occasions, most notably and foolishly when he’d been younger, he’d never once experienced something so bizarre. Rubbing himself, feeling soft, downy fur against his palm, he cocked his head and glanced over at the nearly emptied bottle on the nightstand.
Maybe he’d been wrong, maybe Rain hadn’t given him a bottle of alcohol. There were substances on earth that could conjure a psychedelic state, making one hallucinate rather vividly, and it stood to reason there were similar things in Equestria. Considering nopony, not even the Princesses, knew much about the kirin, it was a distinct possibility that the strange little creatures enjoyed more mind-boggling types of recreation than most.
He leaned to the side, nearly fell over, and attempted to right himself, over-correcting and ultimately falling over. Had he felt nauseous, ill, or not been in a hotel, he might have been worried, though that was anything but the case. Managing to roll onto his back, he looked down at himself and watched as silvery fur blossomed over his body.
Whatever was effecting was a full-body experience, impacting more than just his senses. It was difficult to put into words, but there was a sense of offness about his body. He paradoxically felt relaxed and stiff at the same time, making it difficult to move. Quirking a brow, detecting some strange sense of unfamiliarity, he tried to wiggle his fingers and toes.
His hands, acting as though they had minds of their own, drifted up and down his thighs, midsection, and chest, titillating him with bizarre sensations. He’d rubbed ponies plenty of times before, yet he’d had no way of knowing how nice it felt to be on the receiving end of such a rubdown! Closing his eyes and snickering to himself, relishing the experience, he gasped when a bolt of pleasure shot through him.
“What the…” he muttered, lifting his head to check what had happened.
He wasn’t sure what was more peculiar, the fact that there was a cloven, orange-colored hoof where his hand had been or that the cloven, keratinous extremity was resting against a suspiciously hairless little nub of flesh on his abdomen. Shooting forward and nearly falling over again in the process, he stared down at his belly. Two plump mounds rested below his navel, each with what looked like a nipple at their center, leading him to believe that…
“No - no fucking way!” he guffawed, scrambling off the mattress and promptly face-planting on the floor. Completely undisturbed by the tumble, resting on his shoulders, he looked up at himself in shock. “I’ve got boobs?!”
Unlike humans, ponies and most of the quadrupedal species in Equestria carried their mammaries on their lower abdomens instead of their chests - a fact he’d become aware of shortly after he’d arrived. Reaching up with his forehooves, he squeezed and kneaded his modest bosoms and cackled like a madmare - wait, no, a madman. Dismissing the logical hiccup as nothing more than a momentary mental malfunction, one due to his delirium, he adjusted the placement of his hooves and twisted his nipples.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his voice sounding oddly high pitched.
He may not have been sporting a pair of tits like Milky Way, a somewhat notoriously busty mare in Canterlot, yet his breasts were quite respectably sized. As he wantonly played with his teats, softly groaning and tittering to himself, he only eventually realized that something may have been off within his boxers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on before, yet he hadn’t pitched a tent.
As he lifted his head and peered down at himself, sensing what could only be his manhood nudge against the underside of his budding bust, his mind went alight. He could feel his dick, but therein lay an issue - it seemed like his equipment was shrinking. While it was impossible to tell without getting a better look at his groin, having his view impeded by his rack, he could swear his package was getting smaller and smaller.
Clumsily flopping to the floor and getting his hooves under himself, he turned in a circle and tried to remove his suddenly ill-fitting underwear. He’d often marveled at how dexterous ponies were without the use of fingers or thumbs, and that admiration increased by an order of magnitude while she wrestled with getting fully undressed. It was only after her third attempt, after sitting down and wriggling out of her undies, that she finally managed to fully strip herself.
He grunted and shot forward, sucking in his gut as he tried to get a better look at his nethers, but it was all for naught. Between his boobs, his belly, and what had developed into a pair of deliciously soft thighs, he couldn’t see his crotch - mercifully, he wasn’t out of options. Righting himself and dashing around the bed, he came to a stop before a standing mirror near the bathroom door.
“No way…” he whispered, staring at the mirror in disbelief.
What should have been the reflection of a man was anything but. Staring back at her with an expression of wonder and outright confusion was a mare - a kirin mare. He turned to one side and then the other, his eyes wandering over his figure, while he drank in the small, beautiful creature in the mirror.
With a mane of sapphire hues and a silvery coat, he looked absolutely stunning. His eyes were like a pair of blue opals, contrasting sharply against the amber scales over her muzzle and back, and the sight of himself was enough to evoke another spontaneous giggling from him. He really did look amazing, even if the entire experience was a figment of his imagination. The funniest part, by far, was that there was a gnarled, mahogany horn growing from his crown!
As he inspected himself in abject awe, he yelped and wheeled around when he noticed a sudden movement from behind him. Though his room was vacant and the door closed, he could have sworn he’d spotted Rain looking at him from near the doorway. He dipped his head and peeked under the bed, ensuring he really was alone, before he remembered why he’d gone over to the mirror in the first place.
Grinning to himself, keeping his head lowered, he leveled his backside at the mirror, spread his hind legs, and looked down his belly and back at his reflection. His gut had told him that the transformation had affected all of him, including his nethers, and it had been absolutely correct. Glistening with arousal, his marehood excitedly winked and exposed her rosy, astonishingly succulent interior.
Words couldn’t describe how hot it was to see himself in such a state. He’d always considered himself as straight as an arrow, a veritable paragon of heterosexuality, yet he’d often fantasized about what it would be like to experience what it was like to be the other sex. Her tail stood fully flagged, a firm reminder of just how turned on she was, while her sex drooled to the carpet and practically begged him for some affection.
With his determination fueled by the inferno that was his desires, he rushed to and hauled himself onto the bed. There was no way to tell how long his walking fantasy was going to last, so he needed to act fast. He’d been given a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance to see what it felt like to get off as a mare, and he’d be darned if he - no, she was going to let it slip through her hooves.
She dashed up the bed, cast herself onto her pillows, and hastily seated herself against the headboard, but not before stopping and chugging the remainder of the magical beverage she’d been given. Buck it - even if she woke up hungover and feeling like death, she couldn’t help but have herself a bit of fun. Splaying her hind legs and ignoring her tail, only vaguely aware of the fluffy appendage flapping under her, she reached between her thighs and drew a hoof up her marehood.
The sensation of her mound and velvety interior was nice, staggeringly nice, yet it was instantly eclipsed when she graced her clit. The voice hitched in her throat, a thrilled shiver shot up her spine, and her heart skipped a beat, as a bolt of what she could only describe as pure, unrefined pleasure surged through her frame. She closed her eyes and shuddered, allowing herself a moment to catch her breath and collect herself.
On one hoof, she was inclined to furiously rub herself until she came - on the other, she wanted to savor the experience of getting off as a mare. Lifting her whetted hoof and giving it a sniff, stunned by the delicately feminine aroma of her pussy, she threw her inhibitions to the wind. If the hallucination was accurate enough, which she very much prayed it was, she’d be able to experience multiple orgasms in rapid succession.
Clamping her eyes shut, she brought one hoof to her teats and the other back to her crotch. Twisting and pulling a nipple was enough to make her stifle a whimper, yet she mewled incoherently when she stroked her clit. While it would have been impossible to articulate the feeling of rubbing herself in such a depraved way to anyone who wasn’t a woman or mare, the sensation was far more intense than any masturbation she’d had as a man.
As she planted her hind legs and arched her back, allowing herself to get into a more comfortable position, she bucked into her hoof and succumbed to her lecherous impulses. She wasn’t disturbed by the mental transition of considering herself a mare, nor was she bothered that she heard hoofsteps beside her bed; in that moment, the only thing she gave a darn about was getting her rocks off.
Fixating on her clit, she bucked into her hoof like a lusty, lonely mare on prom night. On and on she went, moaning and panting and biting her lower lip as she chased her release. Slowly but surely, growing stronger with each blissful second, a singular sensation welled deep within her abdomen. Frightened about what she was feeling, yet unable to stop herself, she caught her clit in the cleft of her hoof, stroked the delicate bud, and was cast into a maelstrom of ecstasy.
Every muscle in her body spasmed wildly, her rapturous wail echoed throughout her room, and a deluge of syrupy, sweltering nectar gushed from her quivering depths. Her senses were assaulted on every front, from the scent of sex clinging to the ringing in her ears from her shrill, orgasmic howl, yet she’d never felt more gratified in her entire life. Heaving air into her chest, she wearily looked over and noticed the tall, kirin ruler lingering near the foot of the bed.
“H…hey,” she croaked, obscenely cocking one hind leg and giving Rain an unfettered look at her sopping-wet loins, “wanna help a mare out?”
Though Rain said nothing, her eyes drifted down Anon’s body. The barest smirk split her muzzle, her tail raised slightly, and she gave a faint grunt of what sounded like approval as she turned and trotted to the exit. Apparently the apparition had seen enough and was satisfied with the hedonism she’d borne witness to, since she saw herself out with all the cool grace she’d displayed all day.
Anon stared at the door and knit her brow, somewhat offended that the hallucination hadn’t decided to join her for a good time. “Stuck up - Mmmph!”
As she’d gone to move, to get up from the cooling pool of her amorous juices, the sensation of her thighs grinding against her pussy had been enough to wrack her with pleasure. She’d heard that some women and mares became extremely sensitive after having a climax, so much so that they needed time to recuperate, although she could never have fathomed the weakness was as debilitating as it was! Prodding her snatch, she was hit with another wave of mind-numbing bliss.
Most people would have stopped there and basked in the afterglow of an exquisitely sublime orgasm, but not her - no way in Tartarus. Driven by desires that bordered on the masochistic, realizing she’d probably never have another chance to experience something so insanely fun, she set upon herself with all the modesty of a drunken nymphomaniac.
Driving herself from one orgasm to the next, only pausing briefly between each passionate bout of self-consummation, she brayed to the heavens. It wasn’t like anypony could hear her, seeing as how she was essentially dreaming, so there wasn’t a thing in the world to quell her licentious urges. She only stopped after her eighth or possibly ninth consecutive climax - honestly, she’d lost count after the fourth, and looked to the door.
Though she was exhausted beyond measure, barely able to lift a hoof, she wasn’t done yet - regrettably, a wholly unforeseen problem had reared its ugly head. She smacked her lips and heaved herself from the bed, parched and more than likely on the verge of dehydration, and stumbled to the door. Some cool refreshment would be just the thing to perk her up - that and she would eventually be in dire need of a fresh set of linens.
As she shambled out and into the hallway, past a small congregation of kirin and hotel staff, she snickered mindlessly. Celestia help her, she’d made such a racket that she was imagining the tour group and inn employees wondering what she’d been up to! She left a snail trail of nectar in her wake, heedless and uncaring of the mess she was making, while she meandered dreamily to the front desk.
“Hey,” she belated, rearing up and beating on the call bell. “Hey, I - Cough - I need some service!”
Within seconds a staff member appeared from the back, catering through a door and into view, but he halted the moment he laid eyes upon her. “I - um - c…can I help you?”
The pony, a small, grey pegasus with a shock of black mane, eyed her with a combination of trepidation and concern, yet she dismissed his odd look with a wave of her hoof. “Yeah, I need a blanket - no, two blankets and two bed sheets.”
“O…one moment, ma’am,” he sputtered, rushing away and disappearing from sight.
She tapped her forehoof on the counter and waited, amused that the pony had referred to her as ma’am. Humming contentedly, she only waited a moment before he returned. “Thanks, sweetheart…”
Covering her mouth, only then comprehending that she’d passively hit on a stallion, she burst into laughter and slammed her hoof on the front desk. What in the world was happening to her? Over the span of an hour, she’d turned mentally and physically into a mare - an exceedingly lewd mare who apparently didn’t know the first thing about modesty! Deciding to roll with it, seeing no reason not to have a bit of fun, she leaned across the counter and smiled at him.
“So, big colt, you got anything cold to drink back there?” she purred, affixing him with the best come hither stare she could muster.
He stiffened in more ways than one, the dark flesh of his stallionhood slipping from its sheath beneath him, and nodded. “Just a second!” he squawked, running away in a flash. Returning a heartbeat later with a cold, perspiring bottle of water, he offered the drink to her. “Here y…you go!”
“Much appreciated,” she cooed, turning and levitating the items into the air.
Coming to a dead halt, watching the linens and drink floating, she shook her head. Her metamorphosis has apparently given her an innate ability to control the magic she wielded - then again, that made sense. She was a young, healthy kirin mare, of course she could wield sorcery! Trotting away with her belongings in tow, she winked over her shoulder at the stricken employee and made a point to flag her tail and give him a fleeting glance of her rear.
While she woozily trotted back and into her room, waving to the hoofful of kirin and staff who’d lingered in the hallway, her thoughts wandered. Had she been back in Canterlot, she would have made a beeline to the closest adult shop, purchased a few toys to put her body through its paces, and diddled herself until she couldn’t move - sadly, that wasn’t the case. Seeing herself into her suite, she blew a kiss at Rain.
“Since I probably won’t remember any of this, could you do me a favor and tell me where I can get more of that drink you gave me?” she slurred.
The rangy kirin dipped her head and beamed down at her. “Oh I think we’ll both remember this, and I’d be happy to.”
“Thanks, toots,” Anon hummed. “You know, you’re alright.”
Having given her final adieu, she sauntered into her room, kicked the door closed behind herself, and stared at her bed. She should have changed the sheets, given herself a shower, and rested for a bit, yet the allure of continuing to enjoy herself was too powerful to deny. She was asleep - she had to be asleep, so it wasn’t like there would be anything bad about masturbating until she woke up ~ right?
She grinned like a fool, dropped the linens, and quickly chugged down the water she’d gotten from the nice, cute desk clerk. To heck with it - she may not have had a dildo, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t push her dreamstate to its absolute limits. Tossing the emptied bottle over her shoulder, she smacked her lips and clambered onto her mattress.
As insanely pleasurable as it had been, she’d done just what she intended. By the time she finally gave up the ghost, blacking out from a particularly strong climax, she’d had a bare minimum of another ten orgasms. Drifting off and embracing the void, she reveled in the most heavenly euphoria she’d ever known.
Knock Knock Knock
“Mmmmn,” she groaned, pulling a pillow over her head. “Just five more minutes…”
Knock Knock Knock
Rolling over and cracking her eyes open, she waved at the door. “I said give me five…”
Seeing her hoof leveled at the exit, instantaneously realizing that something was dreadfully amiss, she was hit with a wave of adrenaline. She was supposed to wake up and be her normal self, the man she’d spent most of her life as, but she was anything but a man. Twisting and glancing at herself, seeing the body she’d profoundly enjoyed throughout the night, she swallowed hard.
Knock Knock Knock
“Frick,” she cursed, hurrying off the bed. “Frick frick frick…”
Charging over to the mirror, her fears were confirmed. Her body, her human body, was gone, replaced by an adorable, admittedly attractive mare. She looked just as she remembered, having become intimately familiar with her equine aesthetic, yet that offered little comfort. Slapping her face several times, she clamped her eyes shut and pinched one cheek.
“Come on,” she hissed, “wake up!”
“Oh you’re quite awake,” a serene voice called, prompting her to turn.
Wheeling around, she watched as Rain trotted into her room. “What do you mean I’m awake? There’s no way I’m awake - I mean, just look at me!” she bleated, waving frantically at herself. “I’m a human!”
“Hmmm…” Rain hummed, looking down at her. “That’s funny, because you don’t look like a human.”
“Then what the hay is - hay,” she groused. “Why’d I just say that? Heck! Darn it! Shoot!”
Her sudden inability to utter profanities added yet another layer of confusion upon her crumbling sanity. Stomping her hoof in frustration, she stared up at her uninvited guest. This was a dream, just a really weird, lewd dream, and she had to snap herself out of it. Readying herself to slap her face again, she was given a moment for pause when she noticed Rain looking over at the emptied bottle.
“What’s so - no, no no no no no!” she squeaked as a cold pit formed in her stomach. “You have got to be kidding me?”
Lifting a brow, Rain smirked. “You didn’t ask what it was ~ did you?”
Anon’s jaw flapped uselessly, the blood in her veins turned to ice, and her eyes widened, as realization dawned on her. Equestria was home to many wonders, though there was one she’d failed to account for the day before - potions. There were creatures in the land capable of crafting elixirs that were capable of feats that even sorcery couldn’t accomplish, and she may - may have unwittingly drank a particularly powerful one.
Grimacing up at her regal visitor, she set her jaw. “Did you do what I think you did?”
“What I did?” Rain countered, holding a hoof to her chest as if stricken. “Anon, I didn’t do anything; I merely offered you a different perspective…”
The irony of the statement was galling and it cemented her concerns. She hadn’t dreamt a thing; she’d actually been turned into a mare - worse still, recalling how loud and flirtatious she’d been, she’d made quite the unbecoming spectacle of herself. Sinking to her haunches and burying her face in her hooves, she shook her head.
“What the hay am I supposed to do now?” she lamented, knowing she simply couldn’t abandon her duties and disappear from the world.
Rain trotted over and seated herself beside her. “Try not to worry too much,” she sighed. “After your little - Ahem - performance last night, I believe I may have a plan…”
“This is highly out of the ordinary,” the hotel manager groused, staring across the counter at the sapphire-maned kirin mare.
Scrunching her snout and rolling her eyes, Snowy sighed. “I know it’s out of the ordinary,” she huffed, quoting the air with one cloven hoof, “but I’m telling you the truth. Anon got called away on official business, so I’m filling in for him.”
The stallion on the other side of the desk didn’t budge, though he did peak a brow. “You’ll forgive me if I ask Ms. Rain about this.”
“Go ahead!” Snowy groused, hopping down and stomping over to an empty seat in the lobby. “I’ll sit right here and wait for her.”
To say her morning hadn’t started off on the right hoof would be the understatement of the century. She’d been turned into a kirin mare, had only gotten a very small amount of sleep, and had acted like a drunken sorority girl in front of Celestia knows how many ponies, but it wasn’t all bad. In a shrewd move to smooth things over, or possibly to spare herself the indignation of the Princesses, Rain had concocted a virtually bulletproof alibi to keep the tour running mostly smoothly, explain her dubious actions, and spare what was left of her pride.
In spite of her newfound look, heightened senses, and altered mental state, she was still, at the very depths of her being, Anon, although everypony else would know her as Snowy Glow. While it pained her to do it, she had to give Rain a sliver of credit for thinking out her metamorphosis so thoroughly - that said, the fact that the kirin ruler had planned for her transformation left a bitter taste in her mouth. Trotting to and easing herself into a chair, she crossed one hind leg over the other and tapped the arm of her chair.
She looked down at her hoof and wiggled her digits, awestruck with the totality of her transformation. Though she was far from an expert on potions or magic, not having known they existed until she’d wound up in Equestria, she would have expected a change of one’s species to be physically and psychologically devastating, though that wasn’t the case. Trotting, talking, gesticulating, and using her body was as natural as it had been when she’d been human - well, for the most part.
Using her magic smoothly was the one thing she was having an issue with. It was hard to describe, what with humans having no proper analog for sorcery, but smoothly utilizing her arcane ability was a bit like a fine motor skill. She would have understood why she didn’t have a skillful grasp of a power she’d only had for less than twelve hours, but the fact that she’d wielded it while in her drunken, lustful stupor was annoying as all get-out. Glancing over to a rack holding neatly folded promotional pamphlets of Ponyville, she knit her brow, pursed her tongue through her lips, and concentrated on the bony, gnarled protrusion sprouting from her crown.
Almost as quickly as a cyan aura surrounded the brochures, just long enough to give her a glimmer of hope, the papers flew into the air and went sailing across the lobby. Not only had her spontaneous attempt to practice her magic made a mess, but it did nothing to help her standing with the hotel’s management. As she slipped from her seat and began picking up the leaflets, scowling all the while, her ears reflexively turned to the sound of approaching hooffalls.
Rain didn’t slow in the slightest, undisturbed by the somewhat chaotic scene, though she did give her the faintest trace of a smile. Though she was tempted to say something, to call the svelte kirin out and make a scene, she bit her tongue and muttered darkly to herself. The regal mare was her best, possibly only chance at getting her human body back, so she’d have to play along and be nice - at least for the time being.
While she continued tidying up, picking up and straightening the pamphlets she’d unintentionally strewn throughout the lobby, Snowy listened intently to the exchange at the counter behind her. One of the first things she’d noticed about herself, after she’d regained some composure and soothed her tattered nerves in a very long, very hot shower, was that her hearing was an order of magnitude more powerful than it used to be. With the brochures collected and back in their rack, she turned and drifted over to the assembling kirin and Rain.
“I assure you, I won’t let her near another drop of cider,” Rain solemnly stated, holding a hoof to her bosom as she conversed with the manager. “She really is a good mare, although she may have gotten a bit overeager with the brew from Sweet Apple Acres ~ isn’t that right?”
The towering mare turned and looked down at her, as did the dozen or so other kirin assembled, making her blood run cold. “G…guilty! The stuff you folks in Ponyville have is way stronger than what we have in Canterlot!”
Her claim, though totally bogus, was enough to make the manager chuckle. “I won’t disagree with you there. The Apple family does have quite a talent for making drinks that will sneak up on you.”
“Tell me about it,” she uneasily laughed, feigning innocence. “So is everything cleared up?”
Looking from Rain back to her, the staff member nodded. “I think it’s fair to say that we’ve gotten everything cleared up. Would either of you like me to send a scroll to Celestia to -”
“No!” Snowy bleated before jamming a forehoof to her snout. “No, that’s alright. Anon should be back in Canterlot by now, I’m here, and everything is hunky-dory.”
The last thing she needed was for anypony to send word to Canterlot and the Princesses that something had gone awry, particularly because Celestia had hoofpicked her for this job. As long as she acted naturally and kept the tour going as planned, everything would be alright - she hoped. Turning and looking to the little group of kirin, finding it odd that she was at eye level with all of them, she lifted a hoof and donned the biggest, brightest smile she could muster.
“Who’s ready to visit the spa?” she chirped.
Several of the tourists whooped excitedly, several threw a forehoof into the air, and at least one of them literally jumped for joy, but each of them smiled expectedly. In truth, other than the fact that her sex, gender, and species had been flawlessly changed overnight, she really didn’t have much to worry about. The kirins’ visit to Ponyville was thoroughly planned out, everypony had gotten breakfast delivered to their room, and the only thing on the itinerary for the day was a trip to the La-Ti-Da Spa - all she had to do was ensure things ran smoothly.
Turning and trotting through the lobby to the exit, she waved for the group of tourists to follow. Once she had brought everypony to the resort, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with herself. She was a guide, nothing more, which meant she’d have at least two or three hours to kill while the kirin enjoyed their saunas, massages, or lounged around in hot tubs being pampered. Trotting along, lost to her thoughts, she started when one of the maned creatures moved up to her side.
“So your name’s Snowy?” the little mare asked.
Willing herself to smile, Snowy nodded. “Yup, that’s me. And you are…?”
“I’m Willow Wisp,” the mare chipperly replied, “but everypony just calls me Willow. If you don’t mind me asking, is it true that you’re from Canterlot?”
“I sure am,” she warily answered.
“Huh,” Willow thoughtfully mused. “I didn’t think there were any kirin outside of the village, but that’s super interesting! After we get finished today, could you tell me a few stories about Canterlot and how you ended up there?”
Snowy tensed and nearly stumbled over her own hooves, but she managed to maintain her smile. “I - uh - I don’t think that would be a problem. Just…”
As a little orange stallion trotted by, moving in the opposite direction of herself, she trailed off. Though she had no idea of who he was, there was something about him that immediately caught her eye - several somethings in fact. With a billowing, star studded cape, a pair of spectacles resting on his snout, and a vermilion mane combed to one side of his face, the pony’s appearance was quite striking in contrast to the almost exclusively nude townsfolks. Her pace slowed, she turned her head and tracked him with her eyes, and she studied him silently as they passed one another.
Either through fate or sheer luck, possibly sensing her attention, he turned and looked back at her. The moment his azure eyes locked with hers, she misstepped and went crashing to the earth. She lay still on the dirt, her forelegs awkwardly pinned beneath her, while attempting to figure out what in the world had just happened. All he’d done was look at her, affixing her with his piercing gaze, and it was like her strength had left her entirely!
“Oh my gosh,” an unfamiliar voice squawked. “A…are you alright?”
Peeking upward, she was greeted by the sight of the stallion - the very stallion who’d somehow caused her to take a tumble. With a look of genuine concern plastered on his face, he offered her a forehoof. She wanted to move, realizing she was making a spectacle of herself, but all she could do was peer up into his big, beautiful eyes.
He waited for a moment, possibly assuming she’d let him help her up, before he stepped back. “Do you speak ponish?”
“I - yeah,” she grunted, righting herself and springing to her hooves. “Sorry about that.”
“She had a bit too much to drink last night,” Rain interjected, drawing a baleful glance from her.
Dusting herself off, she warily smiled. “Something like that - anyways, thank you, but I’m fine.”
He looked her up and down while adjusting his glasses. “Are you sure? There’s a clinic just down the -”
“I’m fine,” she insisted. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.”
Saving what little dignity she had, she briskly trotted away and pursed her lips. Tripping over her own hooves, considering she hadn’t had hooves a day ago, would have been understandable, but there was something else to the brief, embarrassing incident. Though the little stallion hadn’t done anything wrong, even going so far as to try and help her up, she knew - knew he’d done something to her. Turning her head and risking a glance back at him, looking for any sign that he may have been up to no good, she found him looking back at her.
She’d intended to look at his face, hoping to catch him snickering or smirking menacingly in her direction, although her attention was drawn to the opposite end of his body. Even though he was wearing an honest to goodness cape, she eyed his generous flank. She could practically envision his buns gliding past one another and above what she’d bet was a big, juicy pair of cum-filled…
Furiously shaking her head, she fought to dislodge the lecherous, wholly unwanted thoughts from her mind. What in the hay was going on with her?! She didn’t like stallions - for pete’s sake, she’d never looked at a stallion in a sexual manner ever, but she was suddenly fantasizing about one she’d only just crossed paths with. Setting her brow and gritting her teeth, she made a concerted effort to distract herself with anything that wasn’t appealing.
“Something wrong?” Rain softly inquired, catching pace with her.
Not looking up at the mare, she snorted. “No…”
The willowy kirin looked back in the direction of the stallion as she trotted along. “He was kind of cute…”
The assertion was enough to bring Snowy to a screeching halt, causing one of the kirin behind her to bump into her. “He was not cute! What the buck would make you think that he’s cute?”
Rain shrugged and gracefully continued onward without skipping a beat. “Some mares like the nerdy type.”
“I do not like the nerdy type!” she seethed, rushing up to the ruler.
With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Rain grinned. “Your flagging tail says otherwise…”
“My flagging…” the words died in her throat, her heart momentarily stopped, and a feeling of dread crashed over her, when she glanced back and saw that her tail was fully raised.
She’d long held the belief that cats’ tails had a mind of their own, acting independently of the creature they were attached to, and now she felt the same way about kirins. The fluffy appendage swinging behind her was a menace, doing what as it chose without her having any say in the matter, and it had given the nameless stallion a peek at her rear and, if she had to guess, her marehood. Feeling blood rush to her face, realizing her blush would stand out sharply against her white coat, she rushed well ahead of the tour group to give herself a bit of space.
It was only by a grand act of mercy that their destination wasn’t that far from the hotel - nevertheless, the sight of the resort gave her little comfort. She’d just unwittingly gave somepony an eyeful of her goods - moreover, the other kirin would have undoubtedly noticed the sign of her arousal. Cantering ahead, wishing for nothing more than to have some time alone to cool off and gather her thoughts, she rushed to the spa and ran inside.
“Good morning,” a pair of mares announced in perfect harmony. “Welcome to the La-Ti-”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” Snowy cut them off, hurrying over to the desk. “I’m here to check in the kirin for their appointments. Do I need to sign anything or can they just wander in and be seen?”
The mares, one cerulean with a pink mane and the other pink with a cerulean mane, glanced to one another in confusion before one of them spoke. “All the preparations have been made to accommodate them, but we were told that there was a human acting as their chaperone.”
“Change of plans,” she murmured. “Anon, the human you’re talking about, got called away on official, super important business. Since I’m filling in for the guy, I just wanted to make sure his guests will be looked after,” she continued, squinting over and seeing the name tags on the ponies’ chests. “Is that alright, Lotus?”
“Yes,” Lotus resignedly responded, “but you’re not going to leave ~ are you?”
Hearing the procession of kirin enter behind her, she shook her head. “Is there a reason I have to stay?”
“No, but you’re more than welcome to enjoy a day of rest and relaxation along with your friends,” Aloe noted.
She paused and weighed her options, unprepared for such an offer. Though she’d had every intention of unloading the kirin on the spa to buy herself a few hours of quiet contemplation and solitude, the notion of getting a massage did tickle her fancy. Shuffling aside and away from the desk, allowing Rain and the other visitors to register, she slipped a surreptitious glance over at the spa ponies.
Both of the little earth ponies behind the counter were really cute, twins she’d wager, and she’d bet her bottom bit that most of the employees were female. Since she was still reeling from the encounter she’d had with the would-be sorcerer stallion out on the street, maybe spending some quality time with a good looking, soft spoken mare would be just the thing to lift her spirits and improve her mood. Still warring with her thoughts, genuinely torn on what she should do with herself, she started when a hoof tapped her on the shoulder.
“Aren’t you going to join us?” Rain asked, cocking her head to one side.
Still on the fence, Snowy weakly rolled her shoulders. “I dunno.”
“I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to,” Rain asserted. “All the expenses have been paid, courtesy of the Princesses, and Twilight spoke quite highly of this place - so much so that she insisted I visit. If you were nervous about being around the other kirin or myself, you could always opt for a private massage session.”
“Private?” she parroted, peeking up at the mare.
“Private,” Rain affirmed. “Once you were finished with your massage, you could meet the rest of us at the hot tubs or simply go back to the hotel. For what it’s worth, I would like you to enjoy yourself.”
Snowy lifted a hoof, prepared to protest, but she stopped herself. Rain had told her that potion’s effects were reversible, assuring her that her state wasn’t permanent, so she may as well do what she could to relax ~ right? Unable to keep the corners of her lips from turning up, feeling cautiously optimistic, she trotted to the back of the queue.
While she’d had massages before, she’d never had one administered by a pony. On a superficial level, it was hard to imagine how being rubbed-down by a pair of hooves could be enjoyable in the slightest, although Celestia and several of her coworkers had raved about their trips to spas in the past. Finding no reasonable excuse not to have a bit of fun, especially since it wasn’t going to cost her anything, she peered over at a third, equally alluring employee trotting into the lobby.
Yeah - maybe this wouldn’t be that bad! Being in a private room, just herself and some sexy little mare kneading the stress out of her muscles would be just what the doctor ordered. As the line grew steadily smaller, with kirin being led down one of two different hallways by staff members, she practically vibrated in her seat. There may not have been anything overtly sexual by having a hot pony’s hooves all over her, but she had an inkling that she may enjoy the experience a bit more than she should.
“Snowy Glow,” she announced, stepping up to the counter as the final guest was escorted away.
Jotting the name down on a slip of paper, Aloe moved the pen to a number of check boxes. “And you’d like a -”
“A massage,” she hummed, salivating at the thought. “A deep tissue massage, if that’s an option.”
Aloe finished filling out the form and nodded. “Sure thing. Just have a seat over there,” she remarked, motioning to a row of chairs resting along one wall. “One of our masseurs will come get you shortly.”
Snowy did as she’d been asked, trotting over and hopping into a seat. One by one, the kirin were whisked away from the lobby until only she and the twins behind the counter remained. As she kicked her hind legs and daydreamed about her day ahead, she grew increasingly eager for what lay ahead - that was until a grunt crept to her ear.
“Snowy Glow?” a voice rumbled from her side.
“Yeah, I’m…” she began, falling silent when she turned and laid eyes on an utterly titanic stallion lingering at the entrance of one hallway.
Sporting a banded grey mohawk, a hide as dark as charcoal, and a pair of lustrous, gold eyes, the pegasus stallion was easily one of the largest pegasi she’d ever seen. While he wasn’t quite as tall as Celestia or Rain, his towering stature and powerful physique made him appear quite intimidating. Looking him over from top to bottom, she only blinked when he cleared his throat and looked down to a piece of paper held in his wing.
“You are Snowy Glow ~ right?” he pressed.
She slipped from her chair and tentatively trotted over to him, though she felt foolish for not answering him immediately. “I’m Snowy, yeah.”
“Right this way, miss,” he intoned, steadily turning and waving for her to follow.
His voice was like an avalanche, deep and sonorous, and it fit his imposing aesthetic perfectly. Steadily trailing along behind him, still awestruck by the pegasus’ size, she came to what should have been an obvious conclusion. Unless the colossus was merely a sherpa, somepony meant to guide her to her room, he was more than likely going to be the one tending to her needs.
Thinking fast, she sped up and moved to his side. “So you’re gonna be the one giving me a massage?”
“Looks that way,” he flatly replied, keeping his eyes forward, “but this isn’t my normal job. Since you kirin are here in town for the week, Mayor Mare and Twilight volunteered a bunch of us townsponies to help out with things.”
Slowing ever so slightly, she subconsciously drifted closer to him. “Makes sense. What’s your normal job then?”
“Weather pony,” he whispered, “and I’m a reserve member of the Wonderbolts.”
“Oh wow, that’s really impressive!” she bleated.
Still refusing to look at her, he altered his course and moved to an open doorway - one of many along the corridor and stepped aside. “After you.”
She trotted in and quickly took stock of the small chamber, noticing an adjustable bed, a rack of towels and what she presumed to be lotions, and a little sink. “Do you want me to…”
Stopping mid-sentence, she froze when she looked back and saw him eyeing her rear. Conflicting feelings boiled up inside her, clashing with one another on a fundamental level. A part of her was upset that he was ogling her like a succulent cut of meat, but another, far more sinful part of her was flattered that he found her attractive enough to give her attention. She gradually turned back toward him, simultaneously bringing his attention back to her face and robbing him of the ability to get a peek of her nethers.
“If you don’t mind,” he noted, giving her a small bow.
Grappling with her inner turmoil, she stepped over, hopped onto the mattress, and eased herself down. Though it wasn’t an ordinary bed, having a leather covering and several points of articulation along its length, the piece of furniture was surprisingly soft and comfortable. With her hind legs kicked back and her forelegs folded under her head, she glanced over her shoulder at him.
“I’ve never done this before,” she chuckled, adjusting her positioning slightly, “so is this good?”
Languidly raising and lowering his head, he visibly gulped. “T…that’s fine. Just let me get some oil…”
She watched as he trotted over to the nearby supplies, plucked a bottle from a shelf and squinted down at it. While she couldn’t put her hoof on it, there seemed to be something off about him. He’d avoided looking at her, he’d been remarkably terse, and he was visibly tense, even though he was easily twice her size and undoubtedly stronger than her. Passively studying his face, looking for any signs of what may be bothering him, she inadvertently met his eyes when he looked over at her.
Instantly looking away, he drifted back to the bedside. “Is lavender scent alright with you?”
“Sure, why not,” she sighed, not caring in the slightest.
As he uncorked the bottle and brought it over her back, he fidgeted restlessly. “So you stayed in the inn last night?”
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, trembling slightly as the warm oil drizzled over her back. “Why do you ask?”
“N…no reason,” he sputtered. “My little brother was working there last night and - actually never mind.”
“Go on,” she snickered, twisting and peering back at him.
He set the bottle down on the floor beside himself and warily continued. “It’s nothing really - just that it sounded like a few of you had a really good time last night.”
Moments from responding, on the cusp of asking him what he was talking about, the gravitas of his assertion hit her like a sack of bricks. As far as she knew, there’d only been one kirin to have a really good time the night before - a lone mare who’d more than likely woken up half the hotel with her wails of ecstasy and completely shameless self-indulgence. She reflexively clamped her thighs together, both on edge and embarrassed about whatever debaucherous tales he’d heard from his younger sibling.
Fortunately for her, he didn’t press the issue as he stepped forward, reared back onto his hind legs, and placed his forehooves on her back. “Just tell me if I’m being too rough ~ alright?”
“Got it,” she mumbled.
The warmth of his frogs clashed with the unyielding, cooler sensation of his hooves against her, though the sensation was anything but unpleasant. He started near the center of her back, stroking and working her as though she were a piece of stubborn dough in a bakery. It took her no fewer than a hoofful of seconds to understand what she’d been missing, feeling the tension forced from her muscles.
“Oh gosh,” she groaned, squirming against the mattress. “This feels fantastic…”
While she was still slightly apprehensive about having given his little brother some sort of a show the evening prior, her enjoyment gradually eclipsed her reservations. Had he not told her he wasn’t a full-time masseuse, she would have presumed he was a veteran employee at the spa! Steadily moving his way up her back and to her shoulders, he sidled over and closer to her face.
Moments after he repositioned himself, a peculiar, unfamiliar aroma wafted to her nostrils - one that definitely wasn’t the scented oil he’d anointed her with. With her head resting on its side, she cracked an eye open and looked over at him. Situated as he was, standing on his hind legs with his head and torso above her, she was given a very close, very personal view of his broad chest, underbelly, and the dark, hairless flesh of his nethers.
She drew a deep breath through her nostrils and trembled, breathing in more of the strange scent filling the air. The smell was odd, strong and earthy, but there was something about it that sang a siren’s song to her. Following her nose and bringing her muzzle closer to his undercarriage, she nearly gasped when she finally understood what - or rather where the ambrosial bouquet was coming from.
Musk - she was smelling his musk, that had to be what it was. Glancing up to check on him, making sure he wasn’t looking down at her, she swung her gaze back to his groin. The revelation that his natural fragrance was captivating, tapping into marish portions of her brain, would have been dumbfounding in and of itself, but it was the sight of his gradually welling stallionhood that ultimately broke her composure.
Nearly as big as her leg and growing bigger by the second, his endowment was nothing short of godly. She flung herself back, virtually throwing herself off the opposite side of the bed and to the floor, but not because she was upset with him - in fact, it was quite the opposite. No sooner had she seen his gargantuan cock than she felt a distinct twinge of yearning deep within her marehood.
“Holy cow!” he yelled, just as, if not more startled than her. Jumping over to her in a single bound, he landed in front of her with his wings outstretched. “What happened?”
“I…I fell…” she stammered from the floor, staring up at his hanging length.
Rolling over and getting back to her hooves, she scrambled back onto the bed. This was bad - really, really bad. All it had taken was a single glimpse of his package to send a thrilled bolt up her spine, but she wasn’t the only one in a tricky situation. If Thunder’s stallionhood was anything to go by, he was getting more than a little worked up himself.
She hastily reassumed the position she’d been in moments prior, laying face-down on the bed, and expectantly peered over at him. “Sorry, I’m a bit clumsy…”
“It’s…it’s fine,” he muttered, trotting back around the mattress. “You want me to keep going?”
His question had been simple and innocent, free from the slightest bit of innuendo, although he’d just unintentionally given her an opening. With a primal lust gnawing at her, utterly dominating her better judgment, a wolfish smirk split her muzzle. She’d seen what he had to offer, getting an exquisitely close look at his equipment, so it only felt right to return the favor.
“Can you do my lower back?” she purred, wriggling lower down the mattress. “You can just stand behind me, if that makes it easier.”
The bait she’d laid was just that, bait, a seemingly guiltless offer from a customer, yet it worked as amazingly as it did instantaneously. Thunder’s immense stallionhood jerked upward and loudly slapped against his belly, betraying his enthusiasm in a heartbeat. With his head lowered and face glowing red, he shuffled around behind her as she spread her hind legs.
“And remember,” she added, looking past her flagging tail at him, “don’t be gentle.”
“I…o…ok,” he stuttered with sweat on his brow.
Standing up and placing his forehooves on her lower back, just above her waist, he picked up where she’d left off. The massage really did feel nice, yet the amorous turn of events and the sexual tension in the air made the experience all the more stimulating. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to be sneaky or if he was simply obliging her request, but it didn’t take the winged stud long to caress south of her hips.
A sliver of who she was, what she used to be, screamed at her to stop, telling her that she shouldn’t like being caressed by a stallion in such a questionable way, but her baser instincts would not be denied by her previously human hindrances. Feeling her slavering marehood wink, she raised her waist and spread her legs further. Since he’d shown an interest in her, she may as well show her off just a little bit.
The sound of a second meaty thwack from behind her made her hair stand on end. He may have been able to play coy, acting like he wasn’t all that worked up, but his body was as honest as all get-out. Rolling the dice, she lifted her head and peered back at him with a single opalescent eye.
“You having fun back there?” she teased.
He started and straightened up, caught with his muzzle mere inches from the cleft of her tush, and anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. “W…well, I w…was just - Mmmm - there was…”
As he blathered on, adorably trying to come up with an excuse for himself, she swung one foreleg back, grasped at her rump, and spread her cheeks apart. She really couldn’t say what was more scary - the fact that she was laying it on as thick as she was, acting like some horny frat girl, or that she was actually having fun playing with him. Regardless of the whys and hows, being alone with a big, obviously aroused stallion wrought havoc upon her mind.
Debauched thoughts ran through her head, her heart hammered away in her chest, and a bead of scalding nectar crept down her inner thigh as she invitingly wiggled her tush at him. Having fun with herself had been astounding, leagues better than any masturbatory bout she’d ever had when she’d been a man, so she couldn’t fathom how phenomenal it would be to have somepony else getting her off. It was painfully obvious that he wanted to do more than just give her a massage, but it looked like he might need a little push.
“Go ahead,” she breathed, reaching back and grabbing her behind with both of her forehooves, “have a taste…”
The goading was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Practically driving his face between her thighs, he wantonly started eating her out like it was his final meal. She squealed in delight and clamped her legs to either side of his head, gushing her juices over his muzzle and the bed beneath her without a care in the world. To Tartarus with it - though the day was shaping up to be anything but relaxing, she wasn’t about to complain.
Rolling her hips up and down, dragging her snatch against his face, she moaned. “R…right there!”
Each lick from him sent electrifying waves of raw pleasure coursing through her, making her hooves curl. If every female - at least the females who had a clit, had it this bad, she couldn’t understand how they managed to get anything done! She may have been a mare for less than a day, but she could see herself growing addicted to the bliss her new form afforded. Feeling him shift slightly, she was unprepared when his tongue plunged into her quivering depths.
She came in the blink of an eye, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream while she baptized him with her orgasmic spray. What in the ever-living buck! She hadn’t even been close to cumming, only just sensing the telltale signs of an impending release, yet being penetrated had thrown her past the brink with no warning whatsoever. Panting and trembling uncontrollably, she was only shaken from her rapturous stupor when he pulled away from her.
“W…why’d you stop?” she wheezed, shudderingly peeking over her shoulder.
Grimacing, he mopped his sodden face with a wing and stumbled over to retrieve a towel. She actually felt bad for him, not for the least of which reasons being she’d drenched him in her juices, though he shouldered a small part of the blame for what had happened. Had his oral skills not been so skillful, he wouldn’t have ended up getting soaked - be that as it may, there was one thing she could do to possibly smooth things over.
“Hey,” she quietly called, getting his attention as he toweled himself off, “you want me to take care of that?”
As he looked under himself, following her gaze to his dangling length, his frown disappeared. “I mean, if you want.”
She told herself that it was only fair, that slobbering on his big, thick cock would be the only way to make amends, but that was only partially true. Though she couldn’t fully explain it, she had a burning desire to do more than just appreciate his package from a distance. Twisting around on the mattress to face him, leaving her forearms, shoulders, and head hanging off the foot off the bed, stared longingly at his endowment
He looked good, he smelled divine, and the tongue lashing he’d given her had been extraordinary, so it stood to reason that he’d taste fantastic. She never would have thought she’d want to suck somepony off before - then again, she wouldn’t have guessed she’d wind up as a kirin mare either. With a small swagger in his step, obviously looking forward to her offer, he trotted over and placed his forehooves to either side of her back.
Though she’d gotten a decent look at his junk before, when he’d been standing at the side of the bed, she was awestruck by just how hung the stud was. His stallionhood filled her with a mixture of dread and giddiness, but the latter was far more potent than the former. Extending one foreleg and lifting his shaft toward her face, astounded by just how heavy his tool was, she giggled to herself.
There’d been times in her life when she couldn’t control herself, when her enthusiasm became too much to bear, and this was one of those times. Peering down the canon that was his length, she opened her muzzle and lolled out her tongue. While she had zero experience with stallions, her time as a man and all the porn she’d watched back on Earth gave her a decent idea of what to do.
Giving a small buck of his hips, he drove two inches of his cock into her snout. Though the urge to recoil was there, taken aback by his zeal, she groaned around his length and closed her eyes. She’d been right, he really did taste fantastic! The flavor of fresh sweat on his silken flesh flipped a switch within her, leading her to wrap her lips around him while running her tongue along the underside of his dick.
She had to assume that stallions had the same sweet spots as human guys, with the head of one’s cock being markedly more sensitive than the shaft itself, but there was only one way to prove that theory. Nursing on the tip of his stallionhood and taking care to fondle his weighty nuts with one hoof, she was quickly rewarded with a contented sigh from above. Inspired, blinded desires she couldn’t comprehend, and with her marehood positively aching, her mind slipped beneath the depraved tides of what she could only describe as a rut-lust.
Wondering just how long it had been since the stallion last got laid, she bobbed her head and gently rubbed his balls. If he had a marefriend, something she doubted more and more with every passing second, he definitely wasn’t getting everything he should out of his relationship. The twin cum-tanks that were his nuts were massive, each as large as an orange and doubtlessly brimming with seed, which didn’t help to calm her raging libido.
He tensed and thrust into her face, driving his shaft to the back of her muzzle. She gagged from the suddenness of his plunge and pulled away from him. Eagerness could only get her so far, and she really didn’t mind slobbering on his cock, but throating him would only end disastrously. Maybe if the circumstances of their little tryst were different, like if she had him back in her room where she could take her time with him, she could have tried to test the limits of her gullet - alas, with the lack of furniture and privacy available, not to mention him being on the clock, she’d have to save that for another time.
“Sorry,” he grumbled, lowering his head to peek down at her.
Waving away his concern, she smiled up at him. “Don’t sweat it.”
He flexed his groin and caused his stallionhood to grind against her cheek, maintaining eye contact. “So do you wanna…”
The hanging question left no room for doubt, he was far from satisfied - why would he be? He hadn’t gotten an ounce of relief, she’d brought the blowjob to an abrupt end, and he was still rock hard - bearing all that in mind, paired with her not wanting to end up making a fool of herself, she had an idea. She may not have been able to hilt him in her snout, but her mouth was only one possible place he could sheath his godly tool.
“Step back,” she instructed.
Hopping away from the bed, he gave her enough room to slip off the mattress and down to the floor. She knew she might be about to make a mistake, but that didn’t stop her from turning away from him, lowering her chest to the floor, and bracing her hind legs. She’d rubbed one out several times and she’d had her pussy eaten, leaving only one other thing to put her newly-minted marehood through. Though the vestigial remnants of her masculinity begged her to do otherwise, she craved to feel his fat cock inside of her.
She didn’t say a word and let her mute invitation speak for itself. Charging her and nearly knocking her over, he mounted her like a lucky colt on prom night. His weight against her back was immense but bearable, adding yet another layer of excitement to the moment, yet it paled in comparison to the sensation of his hot stallionhood slipping glancing off her flank.
Hastily looking up and back at him, she steeled her resolve. “Just take it slow…”
“A…alright,” he whispered, rolling his hips back and bringing his cock-head to her drooling entrance.
There was still a chance to spare herself, to tell him to stop or to escape from beneath him, yet she needily bucked back against him. She’d never wanted anything more in her life, desperate to feel him filling her, and she’d be happy to deal with the repercussions laters. Her pride, her dignity, the disgrace of being mounted and fucked in a spa by a pony she’d only just met - none of them held a candle to her lecherous wants.
With his forehooves locked around her waist, he snorted and sank into her. The sensation of being penetrated was unfathomable, intense and gratifying to an unbelievable degree, and it sent her skyrocketing to another climax. Inch after glorious inch of his girthy length stretched her open, driven deeper and deeper, until his medial ring bumped against her lower lips.
He slowed to a halt, likely not wanting to be too forceful, but she feverishly picked up the slack. Throwing her ass back at him, she hilted herself on him and began frantically swinging her rear forward and back. Thoughts were a thing of the past, an abstract concept that eluded her - for now, she was little more than a desperate bitch in heat.
It didn’t take him long to reciprocate, getting her timing down to slam his hips against her upturned ass. Grunting above her, with his pendulous balls slapping against her clit, he ruined her. There was a touch of discomfort, probably because he’d demolished her hymen, but it was outweighed by the staggering bliss he and his mare-breaker of a dick afforded.
Her second orgasm was just as powerful as - no, even more powerful than the first, sapping her of her strength and leaving her unable to move. Effectively a living, breathing cock-sleeve for him, whimpering and squirting marish nectar over the floor, she mewled beneath him. Just as her climax began to taper off, the all-consuming tide of rapture starting to ebb, she was hit with a third wave of ecstasy.
“Buck yes!” she screamed. “Bucking ruin me!”
He gleefully obliged, plowing her harder and faster than ever. As she dipped in and out of consciousness, feeling the very core of her being slipping away, the sound of her ecstatic wails echoed to her ears. She knew she was making a racket, that anypony in or even outside the resort could probably hear her, but she was too far gone to give a care.
Time stretched into an infinity, seconds warping into minutes and longer still, while he all but literally fucked her brains out. It wasn’t until she felt something odd, almost like his stallionhood was getting bigger, that some vestige of cognition returned. Sensing him beating against what could only be her womb, doing his darndest claim every inch of her depths, he draped himself atop her and rested his head on her shoulder.
“I…I’m close,” he falteringly breathed.
“Inside,” she howled. “Buck a foal into me, you sexy bastard!”
Either her admission was the final nail in his coffin or it had been well-timed - whatever the case may be, he buried his stallionhood in her, gave a weak groan, and gave her what she’d asked for. The scalding heat of his seed coursing into her was singular, incomparable to anything she’d endured, and it broke her entirely.
Every other climax she’d had throughout her life felt downright pitiful next to soul-shattering ecstasy of being claimed. Every throb of his length sent another gout of his essence into her, painting her interior and flowing straight into her foal-factory. Her legs gave out under her, causing her to ingloriously fall to the floor and off his pulsing stallionhood.
The final shots of his scalding jizz spattered over her tush, back, and even up to her face, as she incoherently groaned and twitched under him. She wasn’t able to move, much less consider what kind of sorry, shameful state she was in, but she became vaguely aware of two ponies talking; one was definitely Thunder, his voice rich and unmistakable, but the other sounded like a mare.
Though she was startled when a pair of cloven hooves stepped into view, followed by Rain’s familiar face, she merely grunted indignantly. Once again, like the universe was using her as the butt of some joke, the kirin ruler had found her in a scandalous situation. She tried to stand, to at the very least directly face the mare, but her trembling limbs refused to delay her.
“Looks like somepony enjoyed herself after all,” Rain mused, giving her a knowing smirk. Shifting her attention back to Thunder, she dipped her head. “If it’s all the same to you, I believe I’ll bring her back to her room for a shower and to collect herself.”
She couldn’t see it, but she heard Thunder retreat in the direction of the door before stopping. “Just - um - could you give her my card? If she’s going to be in town for a while, I wouldn’t mind giving her another visit.”
“Of course,” Rain demurely replied. “As for you,” she continued, peering down at Snowy, “let’s get you cleaned up.”
Warmth of a magical aura surrounded her and the world went dark, as she was teleported away from the Spa. She tried - oh how she tried to stay awake, but the one-two punch of being railed and a sorcerous transition back to her room was too much for her. Landing on her freshly-laundered bed with a resounding Pomf, she blacked out with a terrifying realization - if being a mare meant getting a lifetime of multiple-orgasms and the best sex of her life, maybe changing back wasn’t as important as she once thought it was…
