Subjective Perspective

“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…