Paradigm Shift

Through the gates and past the guards, Snowy galloped into the castle’s courtyard. Nopony tried to stop her, though she nearly ran into one of the centurions along the way. An all but literal war waged in her mind, making it all but impossible to think, as she ran as hard and as fast as her legs would carry her.

It was only after she’d rushed up several flights of stairs and to the wing housing the staff’s quarters that she came to a screeching halt. A door looking identical to the others lining the corridor rested before her, yet this one was different. While she’d passed the room many, many times before, and would likely do so many times in the future, this particular visit could very well change everything.

She growled and shook her head as she began to pace. The rational side of her told her she should leave, that she wasn’t really beholden to her bestial urges, although her primal id, bolstered by the savage heat which held her in its clutches, said otherwise. It wasn’t that she wanted to get plowed - no, her infernal body demanded some sensual satisfaction.

Lifting her hoof to the door several times, going to knock but pulling away, she grimaced. Should she succumb to her urges, what would Aegis think of her - moreover, what would she think of herself? She wasn’t supposed to be some loose floozy, she didn’t want to be some desperate mare who came randomly knocking at a stallions door for some relief, yet the compulsion to scratch the itch, to feel a stallion’s weight on her back while her marehood was stuffed, was overwhelming.

“Guh!” she groaned, throwing her head back and giving voice to her frustration.

This was hell, pure and simple, and she couldn’t comprehend how mares dealt with it - yeah, sex-toys or paying for a passionate exchange with a gigolo could give some relief, but could she live with herself for stooping so low? Stomping the ground and continuing to trot back and forth, lost to her thoughts, she fell still when the sound of a turning lock cut through the air. As her eyes shot to the door, hoping - praying her ears had deceived her, her fears were made manifest.

“S…Snowy?” Aegis wearily asked, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn.

His mane was unkempt, there saliva smeared on his right cheek, and it was as plain as day that he’d just woken up, but he was the most gorgeous thing she’d ever laid eyes upon. Even in his disheveled state, he was a paragon of masculinity, the definition of what a perfect stallion should be, and she nearly swooned at the sight of him. She took a step toward him without thinking, her body moving of its own volition, before she willed herself to stop.

Looking her up and down, he frowned. “Is…is everything ok?”

“Yeah,” she dreamily replied, heedless to the bead of nectar creeping down her inner thigh. Shaking her head and sensing her tail flag, she growled and beat back her instincts. “No…”

He cocked his head, doubtlessly confused by her conflicting answer, and stepped to the side. “Do you - um - want to come in?”

Hesitating for only a moment, she took another small step closer to him. Regardless of what happened now, she couldn’t leave - not without giving him some explanation of what was going on. He was her friend, he’d always treated her well, and he deserved to know why she’d disturbed his slumber. She steeled herself, gave him the smallest of nods, and trotted past him into his room.

Regret - she couldn’t begin to describe the regret she felt upon entering his chamber. His scent was so thick that it clawed at her sanity, merely seeing his bed was enough to flood her mind with a whole host of slatternly, wholly unbecoming musings, and being in his company was as comforting as it was torturous - still, those things paled in comparison to the sound of him closing the door behind her. They were alone, nopony would ever know what they did in the privacy of his room, and that simple fact utterly broke her.

She spun and pounced on him in a flash, driving his back against the wall while locking lips with him. His hot breath washing over her face drowned out his startled gasp and his stunned reaction, allowing her to drive her tongue straight into his maw. He was hers, whether he knew it or not, and she was going to give him a night he wouldn’t soon forget.

Pushing him off balance, she fell atop him. He was right where she wanted him, pinned beneath her against the floor, and that’s where she was going to keep him. Under the best of circumstances, he would have seized the initiative - that said, she wasn’t opposed to giving him a bit of inspiration. He was groggy, he’d only just gotten up, but she was going to fix that.

Any straight male worth their salt could only endure the passionate embrace of an eager, fertile female for so long - heck, back when she’d been a guy, she would have killed to have somepony, be they a pony or not, jump her bones to have their way with her. Gyrating her hips against him, slathering his underbelly with her amorous juices, she moaned into his muzzle.

The sensation of something hot swelling against her nethers was like an angel’s kiss, telling her that her lack of restraint had worked, but she was given no time to savor it. Aegis came to his senses quickly, far faster than she would have hoped, and pushed her away. Though she tried to resist him, to keep their tongues entwined, it was an impossible task.

Shaken though he was, his size and strength allowed him to fend off her spontaneous kiss with perilously little effort. Through a combination of magical might and brute force, he firmly but softly shoved her off and rolled to his belly. His forehoof shot to her shoulder as he stood, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to launch another surprise assault.

“Ok,” he grunted, keeping her at leg’s reach, “what in the hay is going on?”

His question cut through the mental fog and gave her some clarity of mind. This wasn’t as bad as she thought it could be - it was so much worse. In addition to waking him up, she’d downright assaulted him with a french kiss like some rut-lust crazed lunatic! Something had to be done to make up for the egregious transgression, and she was the only one who could do it.

She shied away and averted her gaze, unable to bring herself to look him in the eye. “Sorry…”

“I…I mean…” he trailed off, prompting her to peek up at him. “I’m not mad, but I’d be lying if I said I was expecting you to show up at this hour just to give me a smooch.”

“I know,” she grieved, hanging her head in shame. “It’s just that…”

As she lifted her gaze and spied his stallionhood emerging from its sheath, her mind went black. The world around her seemed to disappear, his words were muted and unintelligible, and her sole focus was the thick, gradually hardening length appearing beneath him. To say she wanted to fall to the floor and worship his goods, to wrap her lips around him and sing the praises of his virility, would be an understatement, yet she somehow found the strength to reel herself in.

“Huh?” she grunted, ripping her eyes off his cock.

“I - uh - I was,” she paused. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember what she’d been about to tell him. “Do you have any idea how hard this is?!”

“W…what is?” he asked, taken aback.

Waving a hoof at him, she grimaced. “This! You!”

He quirked a brow and studied her mutely, likely thinking she’d lost her mind, before clearing his throat. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes!” she blared. “You and your stupid handsome face! Why do you have to be so strong, and good looking, and so darn nice to me all the time?!?”

Her impotent rage was all-consuming and nearly made her froth at the mouth. The unimaginable ache in her loins made it all but impossible to form a coherent thought, let alone speak clearly - moreover, confessing her intentions for him only made the matter at hoof all the more difficult. If he wanted to know what was wrong with her - by Celestia, she was going to tell him.

Storming over to him, she prodded his chest with her forehoof. “I like stallions ~ alright?!? Are you happy now?!” she barked. The relief she felt upon getting the admission off her chest was fleeting, lasting no longer than a heartbeat, as she watched him pull away and scrunch his nose. “What?!”

“I…I mean…” he warily began, rubbing the back of his neck while turning his head to the side. “I kinda knew that after we -”

“After you plowed my brains out?!” she interrupted, giving his pec another poke. “This is your fault! Do you think I wanted to be like this? Do you think I like having you dancing through my head all the gosh darn time?!?”

His jaw flapped and his cheeks darkened, though he was somehow able to find his voice. “Thanks?”

“Thanks? Thanks?!” she fumed. “I don’t want your thanks! I want you to throw me on your bed and breed me! Fill me with that thick, rich foal-batter of yours and make me your -”

“Snowy,” he whispered, softly clutching her foreleg. “Snowy, please…”

She fell silent and locked eyes with him, panting and slick with sweat. Be it because of a higher power taking mercy on her, her sanity rallying, or some combination of the two, she backpedaled and slammed against his bed. He was anathema to her, driving her into a frenzy purely by being near her, but he was a good pony - almost too good of a pony. Unless she was willing to risk her reputation and one of the only friends she had, she was going to need to make a gamble.

Inching closer to her, he extended his hoof. “Are you -”

“Wait,” she blurted. “Just…just give me a second ~ okay?”

She was at a crossroads. Blowing him off and excusing herself would tarnish her image in his eyes and only exacerbate whatever unfortunate reputation she’d unintentionally cultivated on herself, but she couldn’t simply stay in his room without telling him what was going on. There was only one thing she could do to redeem herself, to salvage the situation and even make the smallest attempt at keeping him as a friend, though she hated that it had come to this.

“Heh ~” she laughed, finding the courage to look at him. “You probably think I’m insane ~ right?”

Chuckling softly, he shrugged. “To be perfectly honest, the thought had crossed my mind…”

His candor wasn’t lost on her. She’d essentially barged her way into his room and thrust herself upon him without any warning whatsoever. It would have been one matter if he was a stallion she’d only just met, going at him after the sparks had started to fly, but it wasn’t. She’d jeopardized their friendship because of her lust, and now she was about to lay way more than just her pride on the line.

“If you thought I was crazy before, you’re definitely going to think I’m nuts after this,” she said with a shaky breath. “You - um - might want to be sitting down for this.”

He remained where he stood, thinking heaven knows what, then cautiously eased his hindquarters down. “Okay…You’re not gonna go full psycho and -”

“Please cover your junk,” she moaned, clamping her eyes shut to stave off the temptation to gawk at his package.

Much to her immeasurable relief, she listened to him call upon his magic before he replied. “Better?”

Cracking one eye open, she peeked out and saw he’d covered himself with a pillow from the bed. “Better…”

“So you were about to tell me why you shouldn’t be locked in a padded room?” he quipped, shifting uncomfortably with an anxious smile on his snout.

She flopped to the floor and faced him while hoping she wasn’t going to wind up in a loony bin somewhere. “Yeah, about that…” she mumbled. There was no easy way for her to say what she was going to say, so she did the only thing she could think to do. Staring into his eyes, she hardened her expression. “I’m Anon…”

Aegis blinked. “Ha ha - very funny, Snowy.”

“It’s not funny,” she harrumphed. “I’m seriously Anon.”

“Yeah right,” he guffawed. “If you’re Anon, I’m Princess Celestia’s long-lost brother!”

Her annoyance mounted and grew tinged with anger. She’d just spilled the beans on the biggest secret she’d ever kept, confessing something that gave her no small amount of shame, and he was laughing at her - laughing! Bolting to her hooves, she closed the gap between them, hooked a forehoof under his chin, and lifted his head up at her.

“I’m Anon,” she growled, “and I can prove it…”

Collecting himself, if only just, he softly guided her foreleg away from his face. “And how could you do -”

“You slept with your friend’s sister when you were in high school,” she murmured, narrowing her eyes at him.

She wasn’t the only pony who kept things under her nonexistent hat. Though it had been some time ago and back when she’d been a human, Aegis had let it slip that he’d plowed one of his buddy’s siblings. It was hard for her to remember specifics of the tale, having had a few drinks herself at the time, but the scandalous nature of the story had stuck with her ever since.

His eyes widened and all traces of mirth fled from him as he fell silent. “How…how’d you…”

“Plus,” she continued, giving him no quarter, “you had the hots for one of the griffin interns that was here a few months back - before you ask, I don’t remember her name, but she was purple, had a golden tint to her plumage, and had an absolutely killer set of thighs on her.”

Slowly nodding, he held her gaze. “Yeah…yeah, she was a real -”

“Family bucket,” Snowy concluded, using the very same nickname she’d used for the bottom-heavy hen she’d coined at the time. “Now do you -”

“H…holy heck,” Aegis stammered, bolting upright and scrambling back. “How did…what…when were you…”

Snowy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and didn’t budge. This was exactly the reaction she’d expected - well, no, it was one of the possible reactions she’d expected. Excluding Silver, who was an atypical pony in a number of ways, anypony with even the slightest shred of common sense would be nonplussed to discover that a human guy had been transformed into a kirin mare. Sitting down slowly, taking care not to make any sudden moves, she lifted her forehooves and steadily exhaled.

“I did try to warn you that it’s a doozy,” she sighed. “Listen, I know you have a bunch of questions, so just take a breath, relax, and -”

“So you seriously like me?” he asked, cutting her off. “Wait…Does that mean you turned into a mare because you like me?”

“No, you idiot!” she squawked. “I’m not gay - I mean, I don’t like - Ugh!”

As she stood back up and stomped the floor, her composure threatened to break outright. Of course - of bucking course he’d start by asking the dumbest thing imaginable! Baring her teeth and leering over at him, she noticed his shocked expression and was reminded of how big of a lovable, hunky idiot he was. He probably hadn’t meant to upset her - in fact, she’d bet all the bits in her bank account that he hadn’t wanted to make her mad, yet the assertion that she’d wanted to turn into a mare because she had a crush on him was exasperating beyond measure.

Watching her have her tantrum, he took a step to the side and over to a small table resting in the corner of his room. “I’m g…gonna get myself a drink. You w…want a drink?”

“No!” she barked, seeing him levitate two glasses and what appeared to be a bottle of brandy down from a shelf.

A pang of regret struck her. Aegis really wasn’t a bad pony by any means, yet the quaver in his voice and the tremble in his forehoof as he poured himself a measure of liquor made it painfully obvious that he was shaken. Frankly, if the horseshoe had been on the other hoof, she’d probably be just as rattled herself. Rubbing her temples, she quickly reassessed his offer.

“Actually, yeah, I could probably use one,” she huffed, collecting herself slightly.

Aegis ignited his horn and hovered a glass over to her before downing his and pouring himself another. “You realize how bananas this all is ~ right?”

“Gee - ya don’t say!” she scoffed, unable to keep the sarcasm from her voice. “If you think it’s bonkers hearing about it, you should try living it…”

Taking a large swig from her glass, she relished the burning feeling of the spirit flowing down her throat. It probably wasn’t the best idea to get drunk, but having a little something to take the edge off sure as heck wasn’t going to hurt anything - especially when she still had so much explaining to do. She’d like to think that the hard part was over, that simply confessing who she really was - rather, who she used to be, was the hard part, but she didn’t want to jinx herself.

Motioning him over, she waited until he crept closer to her and sat before clearing her throat. “Let’s set a few ground rules. First of all, try not to interrupt or act too shocked about what you’re going to hear - secondly, and this is a big one, don’t you dare laugh at any of this…”

Aegis lifted a forehoof and sagely nodded. “But what if I have a question?”

His action, intended or not, gave her the inspiration for an answer. “Do that. Just pretend you’re back in school and raise your hoof.”

Nodding again, he took a sip of his brandy. “And I’m guessing this is all supposed to be kept confidential?”

“Aegis, I bucking swear, if you so much as breathe a word of this to anypony…” She left the rest of her threat unsaid, allowing him to imagine all the horrible things she’d do to him if he ran his mouth about her true identity.

“Right,” he mumbled. “So how the hay did this all happen - like, is this something you wanted to -”

“Oh my gosh! Aegis, just shut up!” she groused. She wanted to be mad, having every right to be upset with him, but the pitiable look on his face doused her ire. “Just please be quiet. Can I guarantee that all of this will make sense? No - actually, you might be just as confused as ever, but I’m going to explain it anyway…”

Taking another small sip of liquid courage to bolster her resolve, she started to talk. No detail, regardless of how indecent it was, was omitted. The fateful evening of her cursed transformation, how she’d drunkenly flirted with the hotel clerk, her spontaneous tryst with the pegasus at the spa - everything she’d done in Ponyville, as well as the events after returning to Canterlot, were laid on the metaphorical table. To say openly talking about something so intimate and embarrassing was a relief may have been a stretch, but it did serve as a perfect distraction from what would otherwise be a maddening heat.

While her tale drew to a close, regaling him with what had led him to her door in the first place, she braced herself for the inevitable. He’d been quiet the whole time, almost too quiet, and his silence was unsettling to say the least. She’d been prepared for all sorts of questions, which led her to believe he was restraining himself until she’d finished.

“So, yeah, that’s about it,” she whispered, giving a small shrug.

He looked her up and down, apparently at a loss for words. She really couldn’t blame him for his bewilderment - for crying out loud, she probably wouldn’t have been any better off than he was if their roles were reversed. As the deafening quiet rang in her ears, her anxiety made her fidget uncomfortably.

Waving at him, she warily smiled. “Mister chatterbox doesn’t have anything to say after all that? I’m surprised you’re not -”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. Pushing himself up and crossing to her, he embraced her. “Snowy, I’m so, so sorry you’re having to deal with all this.”

Of all the things he could have said or done, from endearingly poking fun at her to asking what it was like to have a marehood, his reaction to her plight took her completely off guard. She moved her forehoof without realizing it, wrapping it around his neck and returning the hug, until her senses kicked in. Wriggling from his clutches and backing up, she squinted at him.

“I…I can’t imagine how hard this must have been - must be for you,” he uttered, allowing her to keep her distance. “Before you say another word, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

Somehow, as inconceivable as it was, he’d turned the tables on her. She’d fully anticipated him to be revolted or make a mockery of her, yet he was genuinely sympathetic to her plight. Breathing in his scent, relishing the warmth and comfort of his broad, powerful chest against her, she scrambled free from his clutches.

“What the hay?!” she croaked.

“What?” he countered, looking and sounding sincerely confused.

“Why are you so gosh darn perfect?!?” she seethed.

He peered over at her as the corners of his lips turned up. “I’m perfect?”

“Yes!” she bellowed. “Seriously, how are you even still single?! For buck’s sake, you should be beating mares off with a stick because of your pretty eyes, kind heart, adonic body, and fat, incredible…”

Falling motionless, she clamped her jaw shut to stop herself from completing the statement. This was too much, more than anypony should have to deal with, and she couldn’t take much more of it. A tumultuous maelstrom of feelings welled up within her, each vying for dominance, while she attempted yet again to get her contemptible emotions back in check.

“I…” he muttered, stopping as soon as her baleful eyes fell upon him.

She glared at him expectantly and only spoke when she realized he wasn’t going to keep talking. “You…?”

Somehow managing to look more uncomfortable than her, with his face having gone beet red, he turned his eyes to the floor. “I…I think you’re pretty perfect too…”

Her eyes shot wide, her jaw went slack, and her heart fluttered madly in her chest. This had to be a joke, a sick skit dreamt up by Discord to amuse itself, and she was the butt of it. There was no way he could be serious ~ could he? He’d just found out that the cute little kirin he’d ended up bedding was - er - had been a dude from another planet! She’d heard her fair share of nonsense over the years, but this had to be the biggest load of nonsense she’d ever experienced.

“Bull crap,” she spat. “Bull-hecking-crap! You’re just saying that!”

Unwavering, he crept toward her, gingerly took her by the forehoof, and gazed into her eyes. “No, I really mean it - every single word. Snowy, you were a nice human when you were Anon, but now you’re an absolutely amazing mare. You’re fun to be around, quirky, and -”

“S…shut up!” she bleated as blood rushed to her cheeks.

He shook his head as he firmly yet gently held her hoof. “I know you said you’re trying to find a way to change back into your old self, but I just wanted to say that it’s been a blast being able to see this side of you.”

His words hit her like a ton of bricks, robbing her of the ability to speak, move, or even think clearly. Some sliver of who she was, of the kirin she’d become, didn’t want to turn back. Being a human was all well and good, having a number of perks, but being a mare had an appeal all its own. She wasn’t sure what was more troubling - the fact that she was even considering staying the way she was or that she was finding it difficult to want to return to being Anon.

Aegis’ expression wavered. “Sorry, I just wanted you to know…”

As he went to pull away, she turned her hoof and clutched his foreleg. “Wait…”

Her heart hammered in her chest, her breaths came hard and heavy, and she felt lightheaded. She’d come so far over the last few months, weathering hardships that no man could ever truly comprehend, and everything she’d gone through led her to a question ~ would she be happy living her life as Snowy? She’d grown more connected with the castle’s staff than she ever had as a human, she’d gone out with friends, and she actually fit in - more than that, she may have found…

“Do…do you…” she gulped, feeling suddenly parched. “Do you really not care about who - what I was?”

Peering up at the ceiling, he gave a wry laugh. “Not like I’ve had much time to think about it, but I don’t think I do. As long as you’re happy with who you are, that’s all I care about.”

The sincerity in his voice was a light that shone through the darkness, illuminating the truth in all its wondrous and terrifying glory. She hadn’t chosen to be Snowy, but she could choose to accept her new self and all the wondrous possibilities that came with it. As he looked back at her, she lost herself in his eyes.

Her curse, the very thing that she’d been fighting tooth and hoof against, was in actuality a blessing. She forward, gripped with an undeniable compulsion, and pursed her lips. To Tartarus with it - she may change her mind after reflecting on it with a clearer head, although that was something she could deal with later - at that moment, her only desire was to thank him for being so unbelievably wonderful.

With her passion soaring higher and higher, freeing her from the shackles of her doubts and shaken sense of self-identity, she kissed him. His pillowy lips were like a dream, compelling her to finally close one chapter of her life and open another. Her knees buckled and loins heated as he returned her affection, affirming what she was finally ready to admit - she was Snowy.

Pulling back and leaving a strand of saliva connecting himself to her, Aegis broke the kiss far more quickly than she would have liked. “You’re smoking…”

“Y…you too,” she sputtered.

“No, you’re literally smoking,” he clarified, appearing far less aroused and significantly more concerned than he had been moments prior.

She peeked back at herself, following his gaze, and started. “Darn it!”

The carpet beneath her hooves was moldering, smoking and threatening to catch alight. Glancing to her left and right, she spotted and charged to his bathroom in a panic. Unless he had a fire extinguisher stashed somewhere, there was only one reasonable thing she could do. As she flung herself into his tub, slipping and falling on her side, the sound of magic filled the air.

Spying a familiar aura turned the tap, causing a shower of cool water to patter over her, she turned her attention to the door. Aegis ran to her side, ensuring the fire she’d been moments from setting had been quenched, but he didn’t appear upset in the slightest - on the contrary, his expression was one of concern. She attempted to stand, rolling onto her belly and unintentionally slipping when he reached the side of the basin.

“Are you ok?” he asked, offering his hoof.

Drenched in more ways than one, she frowned and took his hoof. “This is your fault!”

Though she had every intention of getting up and continuing to berate him, her indignation got the better of her. She pulled a bit too hard and overcorrected, hauling him into the basin and on top of her while she tried to get her hooves beneath herself. Squirming beneath him, she weakly flailed and batted at him.

“Get - Mmmph - off me!” she yelped.

Sensing no movement from him, she looked upwards. His face was inches from hers, a smile was on his muzzle, and his mane damply clung to his shoulders. He hadn’t said a word, aside from checking to see if she was alright, yet his actions and demeanor spoke volumes. It was in that instant, that infinitesimally small fragment of time, that it dawned on her; if ever there was a pony who’d accept her and be there for her, it was him.

Unfettered joy crushed her dread and doubts into oblivion as she shot forward and drove her tongue past his lips and into his muzzle. She was free, free to relish all the things she’d fought so hard to hold back, and she was done being too scared to act on her feelings. Closing his eyes and slipping one foreleg around her back, he softly moaned.

She kicked off with a hind leg and rolled onto him, seeing steam radiating off her body. The water was keeping her from igniting, if only just, but there wasn’t anything wrong with erring on the side of caution; while she and her dress may have been immune to flame, Aegis was not - nevertheless, she couldn’t bring herself to stop making out with him.

“Panties,” she wheezed, pulling away for just long enough to utter the single word.

His horn flared to life as he tightened his grip on her. She couldn’t see it, but she could sure as heck feel her dress being drawn upward while her underwear was pulled to the side. They’d crossed the threshold, there was nothing to stop them, and neither of them were going to stop until their feelings for one another were fully consummated. Rocking her hips forward and dragging her marehood over his hardening length, she allowed his stallionhood to spring into the cleft of her tush.

Acting in nearly perfect unison, just as the tip of his cock kissed her entrance, Aegis thrust upward while Snowy threw her weight downward. A pleased grunt from him mingled with her guttural, gratified groan. Though there was still a slight chance that the water cascading over her wouldn’t be enough to keep her from fully transforming into a nirik, the only fire either of them paid any mind was the roaring inferno of their unspoken passion.

“Yes,” she moaned, moving in tune with him and bucking back to meet his plunges.

She adored every part of him, from the way he sounded and smelled to how much bigger and stronger he was than her, but she wouldn’t deny that his stallionhood, at least at that particular juncture, gave her everything she needed. The sense of fullness and the delicate curve of his length hit all the right spots, giving her the satisfaction she so desperately craved. Hilting him and wiggling her hips, she clenched around him.

In a word, his endowment was flawless. His medial ring was in just the right to grind against, while the blunt head of his shaft seated itself her cervix. She couldn’t help but think that he’d been made for her, every part of him appealed to her perfectly, and the idea of giving him up, of abandoning how incredible he could make her feel, made her forget all about being Anon.

She was still Anon at her core, having only changed slightly, but now she was so much more than a man. Her heightened senses, being appealing to those around her, and fitting in would have been strong selling points by themselves, but the sex - sweet mercy, the sex was an order of magnitude better than anything she’d ever experienced as a human. Leaning back and bracing one foreleg on the side of the tub, she reached down, past her teats, to rub her clit.

“Allow me,” he hummed as his horn began to glow.

The tingling sensation of his magic on her nipples and clit didn’t push her past the edge - they launched her over it with devastating force. She came so hard and so fast that she wasn’t able to fully comprehend what had hit her, howling out and shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her shrill, blissful wail echoed throughout the small chamber, nectar gushed from her spasming depths, and her movements faltered as her mind went blank.

Aegis didn’t relent while she endured her climax - if anything, he picked up speed and seized the reins. She didn’t resist in the slightest, freely giving over what little control she had while letting him hammer into her from below. While she couldn’t see anything wrong with taking the lead from time to time, riding him or taking a more assertive role, she could easily see herself submitting to him and letting him rail her into a coma however or wherever he liked.

Her second climax hit almost as abruptly as the first, making her bray to the heavens in unapologetic rapture. Good gravy - yeah, the ability to have multiple orgasms in rapid succession, having virtually no refractory period to speak of, was definitely one of the more appealing things about being a mare - so much so that it nearly made up for the whole estrus ordeal she’d been dealing with. She fully reclined and rested her shoulders against the back wall of the basin as she milked his pistoning length.

While she wasn’t able to do much, nearly blinded by her ecstasy, she was able to fiercely grip his stallionhood on his backstrokes. In an odd sort of way, her time as a man gave her a bit of insight on how best to please him. From a guy’s perspective, regardless of their species, getting a show was just as important as the enthusiasm of their lover.

“H…harder,” she mewled, throwing her head back.

He heeded her request without the slightest bit of hesitation, bracing his legs and ratcheting up the intensity of his thrusts. The physical bliss of being railed was matched exquisitely by the psychological pleasure of having him do his best to ruin her. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him, and he wasn’t going to stop until he filled her with his sweltering, virile…

“Oh gods,” she screamed, wracked with yet another orgasm.

Simply thinking about having him creampie her had been enough to evoke another climax. There’d been a time when she would have been disgusted by the idea of having a stallion cum inside her, but that time had passed. As an attractive, young, fertile mare, it was her natural place to have a big, hunky stallion pump his essence straight into her foal factory.

Picking up the pace, causing her to cum over and over again, Aegis flew into a frenzy. He felt amazing - no, better than amazing! As she absentmindedly kneaded one teat and whimpered in unfettered delight, her rapturous stupor was shattered when she sensed just how hard he was throbbing. The battering ram-like head of his stallionhood battered against her inner gate, pulsing in tune with his heart, when it finally happened. With an unstoppable thrust, he sank into her untouched depths.

He roared and snorted victoriously as the tip of his length swelled and locked itself in her womb. Every throb of his shaft sent what felt like pints of cream into her, and she was not prepared. Her eyes rolled to the very back of her head, her mouth hung open in a silent scream, and the world closed in around her while she was bred.

She’d thought she’d understood what ecstasy was, yet the unimaginable pleasure that consumed her was beyond her comprehension. Wild imaginings of herself with him, going out on dates and settling down to start a family, assailed her and brought her to the gates of nirvana itself. It was at that point, being claimed while in the midst of the very first heat she’d suffered through, that she accepted herself inside and out - unfortunately for her, she couldn’t fully cherish it.

Her vision darkened and her limbs went slack as she toppled forward and onto him. It was a bit ignominious for her to cum so hard that she passed out, yet she’d given no choice in the matter. Between the seemingly unending string of climaxes and the end to her mental torment, not to mention how she may have bagged the perfect coltfriend for herself, she was spent in every conceivable fashion. Slipping into a euphoric oblivion, safe and secure in his loving hooves, the last thoughts she had were ones of happiness and how her life would truly change after the incredible night…