Ruffled Feathers

Aglow in the light of his computer monitor, Anon drew his hands over his face and hung his head. There was nothing going on, what few shows he followed were on a mid-season hiatus or had just wrapped up, and he hadn’t found anything even remotely eye-catching on any of his favorite sites - basically, he was bored out of his head. As he glanced over to the half-finished bottle of cheap liquor he’d picked on his way home, he grimaced.

Ennui - though he’d only just learned of the word a few days ago, it described his condition to a T. He had a decent enough job, managing a convenience store that was just a short walk from his apartment, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have family around, but everything was just so boring - worse still, the tedium of life and perpetual march of time had only made him increasingly aware of just how dull everything really was. Snatching up the bottle and bringing it to his lips, he helped himself to yet another slug of the bottom-shelf rye.

“Ugh…” he grunted, heaving himself up and lumbering in the direction of his kitchen.

Most of his friends had moved off, started families, or both, his mom and brother were just as prone to annoy him as they were to offer contentment, and his job - well, unless he somehow was able to bullshit his way into a regional manager role, climbing higher up the corporate ladder wouldn’t be possible without a master’s degree. He shook his head as he stumbled out of his study, the guest room which had yet to house a single guest, and leaned against the wall of the hallway. There was a very, very good chance he’d end up with a hangover in the morning, but the prospect of nursing a headache and spending the better part of a day in bed would at the very least be a departure from the norm.

Trudging into his kitchen, he stopped in front of his fridge and opened its door. While there was plenty to eat, including half a calzone left from dinner, there wasn’t anything in particular that struck his fancy. His eyes shot up to his cabinet, down to a box of miniature cakes on his counter, then over to his keys before he shook his head.

Nope. He may have been half-tanked and feeling a little glum, but he wasn’t about to do something so stupid as to drive anywhere - even if the thought of a greasy burger and some sweet potato fries were damn tempting. Closing his fridge and turning toward his study, he paused when he glanced out the window. There was a whole world out there, plenty of new friends and potential lovers to meet, although the notion of going out did anything but lift his spirits.

He waved his bottle at the window, took another drink, then coughed. “Screw ‘em…”

As the fire worked its way down his throat and warmed his belly, his mind aimlessly wandered from one topic to another. Maybe things would be better if his old buddies were around, perhaps he’d be happier if he had a cute, good-looking girlfriend waiting for him when he finished his shifts and got home - then again, it was just as likely that things wouldn’t be all peaches and cream. Ultimately shaking his head and dislodging his whimsical thoughts, he meandered down the hall and to his room.

There was only one thing that would, if only for a short time, brighten his mood, and that was a nice hit of dopamine. Given the unfortunate lack of romance in his life, and that he was a relatively healthy young man, there wasn’t a darn thing wrong with cranking his hog - plus he read that it was apparently good for his prostate or something. Coming to the side of his bed, he exchanged his hooch for a little tablet PC he kept on his nightstand.

“Let’s see what we got,” he murmured, unlocking the device and flicking through the various adult-themed sites he had bookmarked.

While he didn’t consider himself a porn addict by any means, being single for the better part of three years had broadened his horizons in regards to erotic material. As he eased himself onto his bed and rested his head on his pillows, his free hand ran down to unzip his pants. Screw it - it may have been anything particularly wild, but a video of some dude having a threesome with two college chicks would get the job done.

Playing the video and skipping ahead to the juicy parts, having no interest in the shitty acting or corny setup leading up to the actual porn, he slid his finger over the screen, accidentally dropped the tablet onto his chest, and inadvertently looked over at his dresser. Situated next to a stack of folded clothes and behind what he hoped was an empty pop can was an unassuming box which, despite its appearance, held something which was far from ordinary.

Swinging his legs off the mattress, he got to his feet and crossed over to the puzzling parcel which, coincidentally, had come with a smeared return address and unrecognizable, almost exotic-looking stamps. Who’d sent the thing, why it had been addressed to him, and where it had come from were all mysteries, yet those questions paled in comparison to what lurked within its cardboard confines. As he took the box in his hands and walked back to his bedside, his fingers opened the top flap of the package.

Seating himself and laying back down, he propped himself up under the headboard and thrust his hand into the box. He’d seen plenty of sex-toys before - hell, he used to have a pocket pussy himself, but the one he’d gotten in the mail, whether intentionally or not, was simply bizarre. With a hardened plastic housing, the cylinder had a soft, squishy interior that was meant to serve as an alternative for a guy’s hand. He would have used the toy ages ago, even though he hadn’t ordered it himself, were it not for one problem - it hadn’t been modeled after a person.

You see a lot of weird stuff if you surf the internet for long enough, which was the only reason why he had any idea what a horse pussy looked like. With two plump, darkly-colored, rubbery lips above a pronounced, bulging clit, the fleshlight had clearly been inspired by someone with, shall we say bestial tastes. It wasn’t like he was worried about the thing being used that made him hesitant to try it out, since it had come in a sealed bag inside the parcel, although the notion of sticking his dick in something that wasn’t human, even if it wasn’t real, had left the questionable toy sitting on his dresser for nearly a month - that was until that moment.

“Fuck it,” he breathed, pulling open his nightstand to blindly fish around for some lube.

Considering he couldn’t easily return the thing, what with the label being smudged to hell and back, and that there was no sense in throwing it out, the only logical course of action would be to give it a spin ~ right? Tossing the lube next to himself, he loosened his belt and wriggled out of his pants. He’d often heard that a bit of liquid courage was the cause of, and solution to, many of life’s problems, and now it was going to let him do something he’d been wary of for weeks on end.

Slathering his semi-rigid manhood with lube, he slid down the mattress, balanced his tablet on his chest, and brought the toy down to his groin. At worst, he could say he tried something different - at best, he’d be able to delay carpal tunnel from developing in his right hand. As he pressed play and kissed the silicone pussy to the tip of his length, the corners of his lips turned up.

“There we go,” he sighed as he sank into the cool, rubbery cylinder.

The toy was actually pretty snug, all things considered, and felt better than he would have guessed - on top of that, the texture of its interior was quite stimulating. Hilting himself, he looked past the tablet and down to his crotch. Aside from the idea that he had his dick buried in a horse’s naughty bits, he could see himself getting used to the unexpected and frankly weird gift he’d received.

With the threesome playing out on the screen, hearing and seeing the trio plowing and playing with one another, he found himself less engaged with the smut and more focused on the sex-toy he was screwing. Yeah, this had definitely been the right call. Stroking himself off was well and good, especially when he had a bit of lotion to keep things moving freely, but it couldn’t hold a candle to something designed to get him off.

Planting his feet, he bucked his hips and pushed the tablet off to the side. “F…fuck…”

His imagination had always been a blessing and a curse, just as likely to keep his mind occupied through mundane tasks as it was to make him pine for things he didn’t or couldn’t have, and it, coupled with the strange masturbator, would be more than enough to get his rocks off. Fantasizing about having some lithe little thing impaled on him, he bit his bottom lip and stifled a groan. Holy hell - he’d really, really been missing out.

Becoming rock-hard in mere moments, his manhood filled the toy and bottomed-out in its depths. It would have been impossible for the sleeve to have been made for him, yet the fact that it fit him perfectly and hit all the most sensitive parts over his length, made him think otherwise. Damned if he knew where to start looking, but he might have to do some extra digging to find out what company had made it - if only so he could make a few anonymous posts online about it.

He stopped as quickly as he’d started, opened his eyes, and peaked a brow. Either he was drunker than he thought he was or the toy was somehow warming up. Lifting the stroker and bringing it up to his face, he scrunched his nose and watched a bead of lube drip from its entrance.

The thing didn’t look any different than it had minutes prior, but it felt noticeably hotter. He hadn’t seen anything that hinted at the toy being powered, seeing as how its casing was smooth and seamless, but it was possible that he’d overlooked some small detail. Shrugging, crammed the sleeve back on his dick, clamped his eyes shut, and happily picked up where he’d left off.

His dick throbbed and balls lightly slapped against the toy while his passion soared. Ordinarily speaking he paid little mind to the way his shaft pulsed or how heavy his nuts felt, although that may be due to the drinks he’d had. Hearing the lustful moans and sinful promises from the video playing out next to him, his mind linked the audio to the heavenly sensations the masturbator afforded.

While it had been ages since he’d actually gotten his dick wet, he took some small solace from not being a virgin- sure, his first and only time having sex with someone had been a wild fling with a chick he’d managed to hook up with at a party, but that still counted! Though the toy clinging to his cock might wasn’t the genuine article, it was realistic enough to bring the memories of that fateful evening sailing back. Hot, slick, and with a velvety interior, the plaything was virtually practically as good as the pussy he’d gotten on that fateful night so many years ago.

His chest heaved, drawing in great lungfuls, while he grunted through his sinuses. The air in his room was crisp and smelled lightly of his aftershave and laundry detergent, something he hadn’t noticed before but which grew more keen as the minutes slipped past. Growling and fixating on the amorous vision his brain had concocted, he gave a small snort.

As he gradually picked up speed, the scenario in his head took a surprisingly perplexing turn. Instead of a young woman wantonly fucking herself on him, it was a small horse - no, a pony. Small and with oddly expressive features, the lustful little creature squatted over his waist fiercely gripping his turgid length. He shifted slightly, trying to get into a better position to finish himself off, and somehow lost his grip on the toy.

Even without the alcohol in his system, he could excuse himself for the sudden interruption. With as vehemently as he’d been going at it, railing the toy like a horny teenager who had a few hours to himself, it wasn’t that jarring that he’d bucked the thing out of his hands. Shifting and hearing the bed groan under him, creaking for some reason or another, he scowled.

“Stupid…”

Glancing down at himself, unsure of how the masturbator had slipped out of his hand, he froze. Though his room was pretty dark, only lit by the light of the hallway, it was clear that something was wrong - not with his surroundings, but with himself. In place of the unremarkable chest, belly, and limbs he’d spent a lifetime being used to, a body that wasn’t human, much less his own, greeted his eyes. He remained still and breathed, drinking in the peculiar sight while trying to figure out what he was looking at, until an alarming realization dawned on him.

Lifting and turning what had been his right arm, he squinted. “The fuck…?”

Where his hand and five digits had been sat a hard, nail-like structure with a soft, sensitive underside. He wasn’t a vet, nor had he ever had any interest in livestock or farm animals, but he was lucid enough to recognize a hoof when he saw one. While he turned his extremity over and back again, wondering what in the hell was going on, a sudden movement at his side caught his eye.

Twitching and attempting to nestle itself to his back was a feathery appendage. Seeing a wing next to him would have been unusual enough in and of itself, although the outlandishness of the situation only amplified when it occurred to him that it was a part of him. Sensing the sheet, mattress, and his side against the extremity, his mind went wild.

The part of him that wanted to panic was overshadowed by his abject, intoxicated fascination with the unforeseen and wholly extraordinary development of whatever was going on with him. The booze he’d gotten had been sealed, still having shrink-wrap over the cap, so the chances were extremely slim that it had been adulterated - that and he was pretty sure he would have heard something in the news about a bad batch of alcohol making the rounds. Trying and failing to move the wing - his wing, he snickered.

For all intents and purposes, he felt fine, no less comfortable than he had been when he’d first crawled onto his bed, so he wasn’t overly concerned. Shifting his attention away from the disobedient limb to his torso, he ran his hoof down his chest and to his abdomen. He’d never had any interest in drugs of any kind, excluding the one or two times he’d tried vaping, but he couldn’t help but think this must have been what it was like to go through a really crazy trip.

The wildest thing about the hallucination, because there was no other reasonable way to explain what it was, was that he could feel everything. From the soft alabaster fur covering him to the pinions on his wings, every detail was immaculate, as real as real could be, and it felt good - like, better than it had any right to! Shifting to one side and pawing at the fuck-toy that had slipped of his boner, he burst into laughter when he noticed his manhood wasn’t quite as manish as it was supposed to be.

His dick was and had always been perfectly in the average category, large enough to get the job done but not quite as big as he would have liked, although that too had changed. With a blunt, battering ram-like head and a thick band of flesh above its base, his endowment, just like the rest of him, had become that of an equine. He’d often dreamt about how nice it would be if he was hung like a horse, and now, either because he’d given himself a concussion, was having a bad reaction to something he’d eaten, or had spontaneously keeled over and was on death’s door, he was able to see what it was actually like.

“Huh…” he grunted, sitting up to get a closer look at his loins.

Replete with a pair of plump, nearly tennis ball-sized nuts covered in the same white fuzz as the rest of him, his package was like something out of a nature documentary or a dubious video from a shady part of the internet. Experimentally gliding his hoof up the side of his now considerably hefty shaft, he shuddered, went motionless, then reached for the toy. If a stupid hoof felt as nice as it did against his dick, he couldn’t wait to see how incredible the horse pussy was!

He pursed his tongue between his lips while he attempted to pick up the masturbator. While he may have been enthused to continue getting himself off, his metamorphosis and a lack of digits wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Eventually turning onto his side and grasping the sleeve in both his forehooves, if that’s what he was supposed to call the things, he finally managed to sink his girthy length into the toy.

As he flipped onto his back and winced, having obviously pinned one of his wings beneath himself, his hips spontaneously thrust upward. “Oh yeah…”

Holy hell - the toy had felt good before, rivaling the time he’d gotten laid, yet now it was an order of magnitude more wondrous! Whether it was because of the liquor, the trip he was having, both, or something he hadn’t accounted for, the act of stroking himself with the masturbator was the best thing he’d ever experienced bar none! He closed his eyes shut and succumbed to his lust, seeing no point in doing otherwise.

It couldn’t have been a few minutes from when he’d first entered his room to when he’d discovered he was a small winged horse, yet his body wasn’t the only thing that had altered in that fleeting period. The girl he’d been imagining was gone, replaced by a cute little mare straddling him. Gyrating on his groin and perfectly mirroring the toy’s movements, the adorable and perplexingly alluring creature groaned and - wait.

His eyes flew open when he grasped that the sound he’d heard hadn’t been in his head. Peering up in shock, having downplayed the sensation of weight against him as part of the fantasy he’d been having, and gazed into a pair of twinkling eyes. Holy shit - it was one thing to picture something in his mind’s eye, but this was on an entirely different level.

“What?” she asked, seating herself and playfully wiggling her hips on him.

Aghast, he reached out and prodded her belly with a forehoof. “Y…you’re real?”

She leaned in and brought her muzzle to within an inch of his face, so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his nose - no, wait, his snout, and smirked. “What do you think?”

Moments from responding, he gasped when her depths fiercely contracted around him. Ok, yeah, if this was a dream, it was sure as shit the best one he’d ever had. Vice-like and sweltering, her sex was in a league all their own - to the point where he’d more than likely be beating his dick to the memory of this bewildering exchange for years to come. Caressing her sides, he warily smiled up at her.

Straightening up and reclining, she grinned. “Like what you see, pretty colt?”

“I…” he trailed off as the moon shone through his window and bathed her in light.

With an orange coat, eyes like twin rubies, and a long, luscious mane flowing over her shoulders and down her back, she was staggeringly attractive - you know, for a talking horse. Drinking her in, awed by how alluring she was, his attention was snagged by a horn affixed to her crown. If he’d had any doubt that he was dreaming, doped, or dead, the understanding that she wasn’t just some earthly creature resolved the matter right then and there.

“You’re a unicorn?” he faintly inquired.

As she shot him a wink, an opalescent spark popped from her horn. “Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, stud.”

He nodded. There were plenty of mythical equines he’d heard about over the years, from those horse-dragons in Japan to the creepy-ass ones in Ireland that would drown you in bogs, but none were as well-known as unicorns. Simultaneously amused and astonished that he’d cooked up a mythical creature to plow, he started and turned his head when he was hit with a revelation.

“Wait,” he croaked, “so I’m a pegasus?”

“Sure are,” she softly tittered.

As utterly fascinating as the development was, he looked back to her as she shifted. Situating herself on her knees, she reclined and patted him on his thigh. It was obvious that she didn’t mind doing most of the work, allowing him to lay back to enjoy the spectacle she provided and her balmy, silken pussy lovingly milking his length, so he’d be remiss for stopping her. If a chick, human or otherwise, wanted to ride him cowgirl, that was just fine in his book.

Lifting and planting his feet - er - back hooves on the mattress, he provided a backstop for her with his thighs. “This work?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed. Clenching as she lifted her waist, she threw her weight down on him and gave a throaty sigh. “Oh buck - you’re so big…”

He knew he should have said something, telling her thanks or remarking about how fucking amazing she felt herself, yet the sight of her bouncing on him was nothing short of enthralling. His gaze drifted from her face, down her featureless chest, past her cute little belly button, and settled on her abdomen. It made sense that equines, being mammals and all, had breasts, yet he’d never given much thought as to where a pony’s boobs would be.

Bucking and swinging her hips, she waved at her lower belly. “Knock - Mnnph - yourself out…”

“Okay,” he breathed as he extended a hoof.

Situated beneath her waist and above her crotch sat a perfectly perky pair of tits. As he reached out and gently touched one of the soft, doughy mounds, she gave a low, guttural groan. They felt just like a human’s knockers, yielding and supple against the underside of his forehoof, and they didn’t look much different than a woman’s hooters, barring the orange downy fur covering them, although it was still mind-boggling to consider he’d find himself wanting to play with them. Smiling all the broader, he gingerly rubbed one of her nipples.

Fuck ~ why was this so damn hot! He was aware that there were people in the world who got off to animals - shit, if the rumors he’d heard were right, one of the guys he’d gone through high school with had been arrested for shagging a sheep, but he would never have guessed his imagination would throw him a curve ball like this! Delicately fondling her breasts, he savored the bizarre situation for all his worth.

She looked phenomenal, her marehood, if that’s what he was supposed to call it, was god-tier, her lilting voice sent shivers up his spine, and her scent even smelled good - in short, though it was jarring to think his subconscious may have a thing for bestiality, she was flawless. Taking a moment and getting her rhythm down, he flexed his legs and drove his hips upward. Driven up and almost off balance by his thrust, she moaned and trembled with delight. There was a point at which anyone, regardless of their age or what was going on, would stop thinking and start acting - for him, hearing the unfettered bliss in her voice flung him well past it.

To hell with it - if he ended up talking to a shrink or consulting a myriad of self-appointed professionals on forums about his depraved thoughts and the hallucination he was having, it was a small price to pay for such an unforgettable experience. Moving in tune with her, he pushed any concerns he had to the side and yielded to his primal urges. As long as she was having fun and wanted to share a passionate tryst with him, he may as well enjoy himself too.

The good news was that making peace with himself allowed him to fully relish the exchange - the bad news was that his new form made things tricky. His limbs, in spite of being thicker than normal, felt far lighter than they should have - furthermore, everything felt off. It was hard to articulate, but it was like his senses, each and every one, had been amplified by a few levels, making sounds more crisp and the scent in his nostrils stronger. Grappling with the sensory assault, he concentrated and gave her the best A game he could muster.

Though the position they were in wasn’t anything you’d see on a ranch or in a biology textbook, they made it work with shocking efficiency. Between her whimpers and his grunting, heavy breaths, the air grew thick with their sinful symphony and the aroma of their unfettered lust. It wasn’t until she slowed, grinding to a halt and wiping a lock of hair away from her eyes while the moonlight played over her, that he was fully stricken by just how gorgeous she was.

Even in the faint light, the blush that crept into her cheeks was unmistakable. Acting quickly, he sat up and brought himself closer to her. “You are beautiful…”

With a silly little grin on her snout, she averted her gaze and fidgeted ever so slightly. “T…thanks.”

She turned back to face him after a moment, regaining her composure or having possibly summoned her courage, and struck. With her forehooves on his shoulders, she drove him back, threw herself forward, and locked lips with him. Had someone told him that the best kiss he’d ever received would be at the hands of a magical unicorn, he would have laughed and possibly had them committed to an asylum - nevertheless, he returned the mare’s affection and snaked a foreleg around her lower back.

With their tongues entwined, moaning and sharing each other’s breath, they made wild, passionate love. He hadn’t the slightest idea of who she was, why she’d come to him of all people, or how she’d presumably turned him into a pegasus, but none of that mattered - in that moment, the only thought consuming him was how grateful he was that she’d arrived. Inspired by his need to prove his worth, he plowed her like a field in spring.

“R…right there,” she wheezed, slipping her muzzle to his ear. “Don’t s…stop…”

The request was absurd. Why ~ why in the world would he ever dream of stopping. As her breaths grew hitched and she quaked atop him, he continued undeterred. She may not have been a human, yet she’d earned every ounce of his zeal. He set his jaw and concentrated, tamping down his wants and single-mindedly sought to give her what she deserved.

Never before had he so doggedly pursued a goal. His form, the alien sensations accosting him, his own pleasure - in the face of such a ravishing creature who had so gleefully chosen to be with him over anyone else, they were all beneath him. She wished to reach nirvana, the pearly gates of ecstasy, and so it was his duty to carry her there.

On and on he went, willing his unfamiliar body to obey him, until she tensed. A torrent of scalding nectar erupted from around his thick, pistoning shaft, bathing his thighs and nethers in her essence, while her rapturous wail pierced the heavens. Her climax was the very definition of inspiration, fueling the fires of his determination and motivating him like few things ever had, but he wasn’t finished with her yet - not by a long shot.

His struggle was herculean, like holding back the tide or fighting the dawn, and it reached its inevitable end all too soon. His heart thundered in his chest, sweat beaded his brow, and his pulse rang in his ears as he crossed the threshold. With a final, triumphant plunge, he buried every inch of his endowment in her welcoming, gushing confines.

He’d cum more times than he could possibly count over the years, although every orgasm he’d ever endured paled in comparison to the one she delivered. Though he held his breath, trying valiantly to maintain his composure, he mewled as he filled her. His seed, rich and impossibly thick, seeped down his taut coin purse, seeping into his fur and the sheets beneath him.

Save for their panting breaths and steaming, heaving bodies, the room grew still and silent. In comparison to the only other time he’d had sex, this was transcendent - so much so that he felt reborn. Wearily stroking her back, offering her some small sliver of the comfort she was due, he snickered then weakly laughed.

Had this really just happened? He wasn’t one to record his dreams, finding the idea of jotting such things down a meaningless waste of time, but he would have to type this out once he finally got up - if he hadn’t slipped from his mortal coil, of course. Sliding a hoof from his shoulder to the mattress, she falteringly pushed herself up a hair and smiled down upon him.

“Sweet Celestia - that was nuts,” she rasped, unable to contain her mirth.

Staving off the temptation to ask who this Celestia person was, he kept his lips sealed and nodded up at her. He wasn’t sure what was more astonishing - the fact that he’d had the best lay of his life with a horse or that he’d made a unicorn, a being that didn’t exist, cum. Drawing his hoof down to her flank, he patted her tush and feebly bucked his hips.

With her legs shaking, she stirred and unsheathed herself from his softening dick. He’d hoped she would stay, to cuddle with him and ride out the hard-fought euphoria they shared, although she had something altogether more lecherous in mind. Unsteadily stepping back and moving to the foot of the bed, she pushed his hind legs apart, laid down, and rested her cheek on his inner thigh.

She kept her eyes on his face, looking past his rising and falling chest, as she extended her tongue and began licking his clean. Okay, yeah, whoever this chick was, she was definitely a keeper. Simply snuggling would have been enough to sate him in every conceivable way, yet she’d decided to go the extra mile and lick his newfound, stallionly endowment clean after he’d just given her one hell of a creampie.

As she shifted slightly, his eyes were drawn to her rump. Though her tush was shapely and quite sumptuous, it was the strange mark emblazoned upon it which captured his attention. It was hard to make out in the gloom around her, but it appeared as though she had a tattoo of a book on her flank.

Following his gaze, she snickered and wiggled her rump. “Pretty fitting ~ right?”

“Huh?” he grunted.

“My cutie mark,” she mused. “Here, let me get the light so you can see it better.”

A rosy aura radiated from her horn for a split second before a fixture above illuminated the room - a room that wasn’t his own. Not only was there an additional window, one which was covered by a curtain, but the paint on the walls, furniture, and even the bed he reclined on were all different. While it was logical that unique exchange would warrant an equally unique environment, finding himself in such unfamiliar surroundings was still startling - still, irrespective of his bemusement, she was a point of calm in an otherwise mystifying sea.

An angel - she was an all but literal angel. It should have been impossible for a horse to be so utterly captivating, yet he couldn’t recall ever being so smitten by anyone or anything before. As he gazed into her eyes, he was consumed by a preternatural calmness and a sense that he was where he belonged.

She lifted her head and met his gaze. “Sapphire Shine.”

Shaking his head, he stared down at her. “What?”

“Sapphire Shine,” she tranquilly repeated. “I’m the reason you’re here.”

“I’m - um…” he faltered.

For some reason or another, his name, the thing everyone had called him for as long as he could remember, eluded him - instead, the only thing that came to mine were two words that felt both foreign and oddly familiar. With the age-old adage of ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do’ bubbling to the surface of his thoughts, he chuckled. Since he was a winged, mythological horse in the company of an equally fabled equine, it stood to reason that he would play the part and roll with it.

“I guess I’m Nimbus Breeze,” he replied.

Flicking off the light, Shine clambered up his supine frame and pressed herself to his side. “Well it’s nice to finally meet you, Nimby,” she muttered before stifling a yawn. “Do you mind if I call you Nimby?”

Pulling her in and wrapping a foreleg around her back, he held her close. “Doesn’t bother me a bit, Shine.”

“I’d love to chat more and give you a tour of the place, but I am bushed,” she drowsily stated as she made herself comfortable. “We can pick this up in the morning ~ alright? I don’t have to go in for work until noon.”

He smiled as he cocked a hind leg over her hip. “Sounds good to me…”

With the exhilaration of the jaw-droppingly incredible sex fading, he basked in her warmth. There’d been plenty of times when he considered himself relaxed, although the solace of simply laying with her serenity incarnate. For as unbelievable as the circumstances were, they felt completely real.

The entire experience, from when he’d decided to christen his toy to becoming a pegasus canoodling a very sensual unicorn, was surreal. Fuck if he knew how he’d managed to have such a wild fantasy, but he was happy to have had it. Sensing her stir, he peeked down and found her looking up at him.

“I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect coltfriend,” she uttered.

Twisting to face her, he draped his head over her shoulder. “Thanks for having me…”

The remark had been spontaneous, the first thing that came to mind, but it was genuine. He wasn’t disturbed that she’d had a quickie with him, and he hadn’t been bothered that he’d been whisked away to what he presumed was her home - on the contrary, he was glad she was so happy to have him. Closing his eyes and surrendering to his exhaustion, he couldn’t keep the smile off his muzzle.

His one regret, if he had to name one, was that there was a possibility that he wouldn’t remember any of this - moreover, he may never see Sapphire Shine again. The machinations of the human mind were a capricious thing, prone to subconscious flights of fancy, and it was a shame that he wasn’t lucky enough to have a girlfriend, an actual girlfriend, like the adorable little mare beside him. As he tugged at the blanket and folded it over her, praying for the impossibility that she’d be there when he finally awoke, he drifted off. If by some chance he really had expired, there were worse fates that could have awaited him…