Subjective Perspective

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…”