Checked In and Checked Out

“Well, this is peculiar…”

Nurse Redheart eyed Anon up and down curiously, as she scrunched her muzzle in thought.

“Erm…is something the matter?” Anon inquired, raising a brow.

Taking a step back, Nurse Redheart harrumphed. “Sorry, this is just a bit of a predicament.”

Further confused, Anon pressed. “How? Apparently the princesses want me to undergo a physical since I’m new here and all that jazz. Did I do something wrong?”

"No! Not at all,” Redheart replied. “I’m just not entirely sure what to do. I’m familiar with ponies, maybe the occasional dragon or griffin, but…I haven’t the slightest clue what or how to do this for you.” She glanced behind her, seeing the busy hallways of Ponyville General bustling with patients and nurses alike. “Coupled with the fact that the hospital is absolutely packed with patients thanks to that awful string of feather flu going around, I can't spend time figuring you out while there's so many ponies I already know how to treat.”

Anon slumped on top of his hospital bed, sighing. “So what then? I don’t think I’ve got many options here.”

“Well I may have an idea.” Redheart resumed eyeing him closely. “But before we go there, I suppose I can give you an extensive physical at the least.”

Partially relieved, Anon scooted back, watching as Nurse Redheart went about gathering some supplies. He never expected to be getting a physical checkup from a pony of all things, but right now he was appreciating the notion. Watching her work was fascinating, the efficiency of which she gathered the necessary supplies she needed for whatever she was going to do to him showed her experience and expertise. However, there was a sinful root to all of his ogling as well.

He had been in Equestria for only a few months now, but be it by some kind of otherworldly magic, or perhaps his own lustful tendencies, he had been quickly finding himself fixated on the wondrous gallery of mares that roamed about. They were friendly as could be, and he appreciated that immensely, but as of late, he had been finding the more physical side of them more and more appealing. He had always known himself to be a little amorous as he spent time with Ponyville's mares, but as of recently he felt like he couldn't help himself. Often finding himself taking much longer looks at any mare's body, he also was so fixated on their features. He couldn't quite get enough of them no matter how long he stared, and the longer he spent in the Equestria the more he yearned to see more.

Nurse Redheart was a prime example of such. Her flanks bouncing ever so slightly with every step she took trotting to and fro cabinets in the room, the way her bits peaked out from between her legs whenever she bent down to open a lower cabinet, the sweet preview of her lips as a result, as well as her occasionally revealed teats. She was a prime mare, and frankly, one of the best looking in Ponyville now that he thought about it. A part of him felt guilty for the way he was eyeing her up, knowing she was merely, and quite innocently, trying to assist him, but the growing erection in his pants told volumes of how much he was enjoying it.

It was a painful world to live in. It wasn’t harsh or anything of the sort, far from it, but rather with so many mares strutting their stuff in the buff always, he had found himself yearning quite a bit for a partner. There was so much to see, so much to dream about, and yet he hadn’t had the chance to try his luck with a mare. To be able to feel a warm, plush pair of mounds pressed against him, to run his hands over a smooth flank, or to maybe even-

“Alright, that should be everything I need!”

Nurse Redheart threw Anon out of his daze, drawing his attention as he looked at her. Hastily crossing his legs, intent on hiding his growing erection, he chuckled awkwardly. “O-Oh! Yeah! W-where do we start?”

Redheart raised a brow suspiciously, but shrugged off his behavior soon after. “First, I’m going to need to ask you a few questions. That sound okay with you?”

“No problems here, ask away!” Anon quickly replied, silently praying that his erection would calm itself.

“Alright! So, have you ever had hay fever?” Redheart began.

Anon pursed his lip, giving her an unamused look. “Uh…no, I’m not a pony.”

Redheart merely checked a note off of a clipboard, continuing. “Lovely. How about feather flu?”

“Again, not a pony.”

“Any past history of wing cramps?”

Anon raised his arms at his sides, tilting his head. “I’ve had leg cramps, and sometimes my triceps get a bit achey after helping at Sweet Apple Acres. But again, not a pony.”

Redheart couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle. “I got that part, but this is standard procedure. Since you don’t fit any pony species, I’m compiling some questions that are for each kind.” She glanced back down at her clipboard. “Regarding manaflow, has your horn had any issues as of late?”

“Nope, manaless and pleased to be so,” Anon replied, rolling his eyes yet finding himself snickering as well.

Redheart checked off another item on her list, while also going ahead and checking off most other notes. “Noted, I’ve gone ahead and checked off most of the other questions as ‘no’, to save us some time, Mr. Anon.” She squinted at her sheet, raising a brow. “But this next one is one that may apply to you...”

“And that would be?” Anon inquired.

“Have you had any odd inconsistencies with your estrus cycles in the last six months,” Redheart answered, bluntly.

Anon recoiled, a blush simmering onto his face at her question. He knew it was a doctor’s appointment and whatnot, but the nonchalance in which she delivered her question had caught him wholly off guard. It was arguably the closest thing he had experienced to a ‘lewd’ remark from a mare, even though the context behind it was wholly different. He knew of estrus, and the ways it could affect a mare, but he certainly didn’t have to deal with it.

That being said, Redheart’s remark did stir images in his head, visualization of her in heat, begging him to rut her senseless and quench her deep desires. The thoughts provoked a rush of blood to his manhood, shooting his erection straight back to full mast. Gnawing his lip, hastily doing his best to dissuade the lecherous depictions in his mind, he shuffled awkwardly.

“I…erm…no? I don’t have heat, but my species is kinda just…always horny and ready to go?” he stammered, forcing a smile.

Redheart didn’t seem to react, fidgeting with the pen in her mouth. “I…see. I’ll put that down as ‘sometimes’ then.”

She set down the clipboard, wheeling around to shuffle through some more supplies she had gathered. Once again, Anon was afforded with another perfect view of her rump, those soft, white, pillowy flanks of hers speaking to his desires deeper than she could ever imagine. He imagined himself grabbing them, seeing how soft they felt. If only he had the nerve, the bravery, or even permission for such a thing. He had seen plenty of pony couples getting a little frisky in Ponyville, but he had no clue how to approach a mare in such a way..

Even still, he had to maintain his composure, and awaited the physical to go on as planned.

The next steps were simple, and thankfully ones that didn’t stir any immaturely driven thoughts of lust in Anon. A quick temperature check, which confirmed he wasn’t under any form of ailment, a blood pressure test, one that Redheart stated seemed a touch higher than average for a pony, and a quick checkup on his heart rate, which was surprisingly high, something he quickly explained as him being merely nervous for his first Equestrian checkup.

“To be frank, I can’t tell you if any of this is normal or not,,” Redheart grumbled. “And I certainly can’t tell you if there’s anything wrong with you. But we can try something that may give more obvious giveaways.”

“Sounds good,” Anon breathed, relieved she hadn’t noticed the visual manifestation of his lust so far. “And I'm guessing that's the last part?”

“Mhm,” Redheart calmly hummed, jotting down more notes on her clipboard. “All I need you to do now is strip off your clothes.”

Anon froze, unsure of how to respond. Nopony had seen him in the buff yet, not even Rarity when she designed him his clothes! Getting entirely naked may have seemed somewhat natural around a human doctor, but this was a pony. He hadn’t ever revealed himself to one, and he had heard many rumors of gossip regarding ponies talking about what he looked like under all his clothes. For him, it felt like a big deal, something he was shocked Redheart wasn’t at least excited about. She’d be the first pony possibly in history to see a human up close, and full on, but to her it just seemed like a casual Tuesday afternoon.

“Like…right now?” he murmured, averting his gaze from her. “I’ve, uh, never been undressed in front of a mare before.”

Redheart raised a brow, eyeing him with partial annoyance. “Anon, we’re both adults. At least, I think you are. It’s not like I haven’t seen every stallion in this town show off his stuff. You’re no different, and honestly, it’s more odd you always wear clothing. It’ll be fast, I just need to do a few checkups.”

Hesitantly, Anon stood up. Towering over Redheart, he slowly grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up to reveal his chest. He wasn’t exactly muscular, certainly not ripped, but he did have a bit of muscle definition on him, something that seemingly caught Redheart’s eye. Her expression swiftly changed as he took off his shirt, from casually wanting to get this done with, to looking up at him with partial awe.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, placing his shirt down on the hospital bed.

Redheart shook her head, nodding hastily. “Ahem, yes, of course! I simply got distracted by uh, well, I mean you're quite healthy!. You m-may continue.”

Her reaction piqued a curiosity in Anon, especially seeing her professional demeanor falter for a moment. He didn’t have the ego to assume it was a genuine reaction to his physique, chopping it up to possibly something she had just remembered. Still, he was hesitant to continue. His erection was still very much so active, and whipping out Anon Jr. while rock hard may make the wrong impression on the poor mare before him. Though he did at least have some form of a scapegoat. The positive side of ponies knowing nothing about his physiology is that he could easily lie and say he was always like this. Reassured with his excuse, internally going over how he’d explain it to her in his head, he grabbed the brim of his pants. Taking a sharp breath and steeling his nerves, praying she wouldn’t get the wrong idea and let him explain, he took the risk of glancing up at Redheart for a moment.

She was staring straight at him with utmost interest, fixating her gaze directly onto his groin as he prepared to take his pants off. Now, ego or not, he knew full well she was very interested in seeing what he had to offer. He was unsure how to feel, but it certainly wasn’t helping calm his cock. It throbbed in his pants, his instincts encouraging him to reveal himself to the intrigued mare before him. If she wanted to see what he was packing, then he’d happily oblige.

Pulling his pants down and letting his cock free, Anon stood tall and proud, smirking down at Redheart. “There ya go! It’s all off! All the Anon, none of the clothes!”

He stood there for a few seconds, his swagger hastily falling apart from the complete silence Redheart was giving in response. She had dropped her pen to the floor, as her jaw hung open in surprise. He shuddered in place, nervous she was shocked at his boldness, and was about to run out the room and file a very stern complaint about his behavior to the princesses.

However, his concerns quickly turned into bewilderment as Redheart soon dropped her clipboard as well. She slowly began to trot towards him, eyes locked onto his nethers. She licked her lips, her tail flagging behind her as she drew ever closer to him. The turn of events managed to throw Anon out of his lustful bravado and into a realm of bewilderment, as he backed up towards the hospital bed.

“You a-alright, N-Nurse Redheart?” he stammered, shying back.

Redheart’s gaze didn’t budge, her eyes solely on the prize. “Of course ~ I’m just looking to give you a thorough physical…”

She lurched forward, pressing her muzzle into the region where his nuts and shaft met. She took in a deep breath, embracing his natural musk with a shudder of sheer delight. She moaned lightly, nuzzling against his flesh closely. She parted her lips, taking one of his nuts into her mouth, suckling on it gently as she moaned once more, sending a pleasurable shudder through Anon. His cock twitched against her face, throbbing in desire as her tongue danced along his sensitive skin, teasing him with every motion, moan, and lick she made.

This was hot, Anon couldn’t deny that, but something was clearly wrong, and he was worried he was somehow taking advantage of Redheart. Pushing through his lust’s demands to allow this to happen, and roping together his own self control, he heaved air into his lungs and boomed.

“Nurse Redheart!”

Redheart’s eyes shot wide open, as she glanced down to see her own lips wrapped around one of Anon’s weighty nuts. Her pupils shrunk to pinpricks, as she pulled away from him and scampered back. An intense blush was spread across her muzzle, the white of her coat looking red as a tomato on her face. Looking from Anon’s groin, back to his face, and back again, she shook her head intensely.

“O-Oh dear! I’m so sorry, Anon! I…I…” she trailed off, gazing at his length longingly once more.

He might’ve been an idiot, but Anon was at least capable enough to figure out what the issue was. Before Redheart could lose her composure once again, he hastily grabbed his pants, throwing them back on and concealing his goods from her lecherous gaze. Throwing on his shirt soon after, he glanced down at her, unsure if his hunch was right.

Though, like magic right before his eyes, Redheart snapped from her daze. Shaking her head once more, she clamped her tail down against her rump. Rubbing her temple, she grumbled something under her breath, fighting her tail from flicking back up every few seconds. She looked completely befuddled, her flustered expression a far contrast from her usual professionalism. She remained silent, staring over at Anon with utmost embarrassment, confusion, and faint hints of lust.

“Are…you o -”

“Alright! Physical d-done!” Redheart exclaimed. “I c-can’t properly handle this for you! It’s o-out of my expertise!”

Anon recoiled once more from her outburst, hesitantly pressing her for an explanation. “So…what do I do?”

Redheart avoided any eye contact with him, quickly picking up her pen. Scurrying over to a nearby table, she jotted down something on a piece of paper. She then ran back towards Anon as she handed him the note, basically shoving it into his grasp. Not even giving him time to comprehend what was going on, she got behind him and began pushing him towards the door.

“Lovely getting to - er - know you more! T-thanks for stopping bye! S-sorry I couldn’t help much!” she rambled, pushing Anon with surprising force. “H-head to that pony’s address and she may b-be able to help! Handles all kinds of exotic critters!”

Anon stumbled forward, stepping through the door and into the hospital hallway. He meant to reply as he turned out, only to find the door quickly shut on him with impressive force. He lowered his hand, utterly flummoxed over the entire situation that had unfolded. Seeing nothing left for him to do, he sighed and made to leave.

He paused as he took his first step, glancing over his shoulder back at the door. Perhaps it was his lingering lust playing tricks on him, but it sounded like Redheart was...moaning from behind the door. Opting to ignore it, intent on not making the situation any more awkward than it already was, he peered down at the note he had been given, reading what was on it.

“Dr. Fauna, huh?” Anon mumbled, reading over the note he had been given.

Waltzing through the streets of Ponyville, he kept mostly to himself. Giving brief hellos to some ponies, his mind was still amuck with confused, lewd thoughts. There was no good explanation to explain what had happened back at Ponyville General, and he had been replaying the entire interaction in his head since he had left. Giving himself some time to head home, take a quick shower, and get dressed in a new getup, he felt at least composed enough to continue his strange day.

He hadn’t a clue who Dr. Fauna was. All he knew is that she handled ‘exotic critters’ as Redheart had coined it, but beyond that he was completely in the dark. Still, he at least had an address. Making his way through the town further, he followed the address until he reached his apparent destination.

What met him was a quaint little home. A sign hung out the front with a paw print on it, swinging gently in the light afternoon breeze. A small patio built up the front, a heart shaped rug standing right before the door. Even a set of dog bowls rested nearby, and a collection of birdhouses were hung up on a small tree right beside the patio. The visual hints were more than enough to let Anon realize just who he had been sent to.

“A vet?! Seriously?!” he blurted out, looking over the home with utter shock.

Now, he had been treated quite well by the ponies of Equestria thus far, but being sent to a vet felt downright disrespectful. He was courteous, polite, and had integrated into their society rather well thus far—so being sent to a doctor for animals felt like a sucker punch to his gut. True, he wasn’t a pony, but he certainly wasn’t an animal! There was a very stark difference between him and say a dog for instance!

Wholly offended, Anon furrowed his brow and approached the front door. Disrespectful or not, he had been sent here, and unless he wanted to defy the princesses orders, he’d have to suck it up and accept that this is where he was destined to be. Reaching the door, he raised an arm, knocking on it lightly. He stood at the door for a few moments, hearing the sound of various animals behind the door. It perplexed him, but the sound of a crash and an adorable yelp soon after made him jump with concern. Thankfully, his worries were soon calmed, as the front door swung open.

What greeted him was a surprise. An earth pony with a shimmering yellow coat, a blue mane with a lighter blue streak running through it, and adorable yet rather alluring purple eyeshadow looked up at him. From the eyebags under her eyes, he could tell she seemed a touch tired, and, briefly looking past her, he could see the volume of animals she was handling.

“O-Oh! Hello there!” she chirped. She winced as another crash came from inside, before chuckling awkwardly. “Sorry about that! Fluttershy’s sanctuary is undergoing some renovations, so some of the critters from around her are wanting to hang around my office like they used to.” She smiled up at him. “I’m Dr. Fauna! You must be the human I’ve heard about! Ah-non, was it?”

“Yup, that’s me!” Anon replied. He found his ire soon shifting to comfort, Dr. Fauna’s friendly presence and frazzled state warming his heart. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I was sent here by Nurse Redheart.”

Dr. Fauna tilted her head, sighing. “Really? She should know I’m beyond busy lately!” She raised a brow, confused. “Wait, why? You’re no critter. Bar your appearance you’re just like any pony I know, at least you seem that way.”

“Exactly!” he exclaimed, earning a surprised eep from Fauna as she took a step back. “S-sorry! It’s just, she couldn’t help me with the physical I needed, so she sent me to you. Said you may be better, since you handle exotic critters. Which, I guess I fit the description of.”

Fauna frowned, looking him up and down. “I mean, you would fit the bill. I’d say being from another world fulfills the definition of exotic pretty well.” She glanced behind her, her frown furthering. “I suppose I could squeeze in something quick, though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to help. You’re unlike any creature I’ve ever been trained in.”

She stepped to the side, motioning for him to enter. Accepting her offer, Anon stepped inside, drinking in the interior of the office. It looked like a typical veterinarian’s office by human standards. Bar the tables and such being lower than what he had been used to, she had all the knickknacks a vet would typically have. A table took up the center of the room, a small beaver laying atop it with a cask wrapped around one of its paws.

Shelves lined the walls, filled with various jars and books that were being pushed and knocked down by various scampering critters running about. A large cabinet filled with vials, syringes, and other medicines rested in the far corner, even more animals crawling up the side of it and running on top of it.

“You, uh, sure got a lot of animals in here,” Anon noted, watching as Fauna shut the door.

She shrugged, surveying the mess her office was in. “I promise you it’s not usually like this. Fluttershy’s sanctuary should be done with its renovations in a few hours anyways. Once it’s ready, I can send all these little critters back on their merry way.” She took a long sigh, leaning forward. “And then I might finally have a bit of time to myself.”

Anon eyed all the animals running about, taking note that many of them seemed to be dealing with some sort of ailment, but another large handful seemed perfectly well. He noticed a framed ribbon on the far end of the room, an award for outstanding veterinarian practices in Equestria, one that seemingly announced her as the best vet in the entire country. He figured if she was so skillful with her practice, it would only make sense that most of the animals here had some form of attachment to her.

Anon pointed over at the ribbon, smiling over at her. “Best in Equestria, huh? You must know your stuff!”

“Oh it’s just a silly award I was given,” Fauna dismissed, scrunching her muzzle. “Though from how the animals seem so attached, I suppose it may hold some weight.”

Smiling down at her, Anon drank in her figure. She was extremely pretty, even with how tired she looked. The eyeshadow she wore complemented her coat and hair wonderfully, bringing attention to her bronze eyes. They shimmered with dedication, speaking silent volumes of the passion for her work within those pools that made her gaze. Her mane, even with the chaos around her, was well kept, brushed and cleaned often from the looks of it, whilst neatly tied up in an adorable ponytail. Her coat shimmered in the light of the room, almost as much as her bright smile that briefly broke through here and there. She may have been stressed, but she loved these animals, and her work, and couldn’t help but let a smirk slip through.

“Well, anyways, how about that checkup?” she continued, looking around. “I can wrangle some of the things I need. How far did you get with Nurse Redheart?”

Anon blinked wildly, pulling himself away from admiring her beauty. “Oh! She asked me a few questions, tested my blood pressure and all that. We stopped right before she did the final part though.”

“The full body physical?” Dr. Fauna asked. “Why’s that?”

Shying back, Anon felt sweat begin to run down his forehead. “W-Well, after she had me take off my clothes…she uh…”

“She…what?” Dr. Fauna asked, taking a step towards him. “Surely there had to be some kind of reason she sent you to me.”

Anon searched for an excuse in his mind, trying to pull together some kind of valid excuse. He couldn’t just tell Dr. Fauna that Nurse Redheart had suddenly gotten the hots for his goods, going so far as to literally suckle on his nuts! It’d ruin her reputation, make him look like a creep, and make the tension in the air as awkward as could be.

“She…she said she figured you’d be able to actually do something with the knowledge rather than her! S-so she stopped it early and sent me to you!” he yelped, throwing out the first excuse his brain could muster.

Dr. Fauna rubbed her chin with a hoof. “Hmm, I suppose that does make sense. But is that all she did? That seems odd.” She hummed to herself, thinking. “Though Ponyville General is backed up lately, perhaps she just didn’t have the time to do it thoroughly and properly. Alright, if that’s the case then I suppose we could jump straight to where she left off.”

Anon bit his lip, nerves already beginning to get to him. “You mean…”

“Take off your clothes? Well, of course! How else am I meant to look you over?” She chuckled, poking him in the chest. “All this clothes you wear isn’t the norm! It’s perfectly natural, don’t worry, hun!”

She turned away, beginning to sort and look through her cabinet. Weak-willed as he was, Anon immediately drifted her eyes towards her rump. Fauna’s flank was certainly plump, even more so than Redheart’s by a fair margin. The way it bounced and rippled with every motion she made caused Anon’s cock to immediately begin straining against his pants. She wasn’t as smooth as Redheart, clumsily tripping over scuttling animals and ducking beneath flying birds, constantly putting her assets on display for him. When she ducked, she arched her back up, flaunting those cheeks of hers and giving Anon an eyeful of her delectable nethers. Her perky ponut called to his desires, and her marehood looked tight and pleasurable as could be. Her tits, occasionally swinging below her as she side-stepped the occasional mouse or rabbit, were bigger than most ponies he had seen, two hefty melons that called to him.

She was the whole package. Sweet, beautiful, and downright sexy as could be. He couldn’t tell if his now fully erect manhood was entirely aroused just by her looks, or perhaps it was also encouraged by her entirety. Regardless, he now found himself in a similar scenario as he did Redheart. About to strip off his clothes with his whole package at the ready to be shown off.

Turning back around, Dr. Fauna presented a small, yet intricately wrapped, lollipop. “I usually save these ones for myself. My own personal stash, dare I say. But for you, I can give you one for being a good patient! I know it seems childish, but I figured you could use some encouragement!”

Anon’s heart melted at the gesture, but his worries were far from calmed. Grabbing his shirt, he took a deep breath, lifting it up and over his head. Tossing it to the side, he kept his eyes shut for a moment, fearing Dr. Fauna’s reaction may begin to reflect that of Nurse Redheart’s. Cracking an eye open, he did indeed find a similar expression slapped onto her face, but her gaze was also littered with a deeper interest.

“I-Interesting. Your anatomy isn’t far off from some critters I’ve read about,” she stammered, keeping herself mostly composed although her blush contrasted it. “Please d-do continue.”

Anon was already beginning to hesitate. Even if she seemed more in control than Nurse Redheart, it was clear his physique was already beginning to affect Fauna in some manner. However, he ultimately had no other choice. Gripping his waistband, he took a deep breath and pulled down his pants, revealing his erect manhood in all of its glory. Hesitantly, he drew his gaze upwards, catching a view of what he feared to see.

Fauna was quite literally drooling at the sight of his length, ogling every last inch of it and occasionally drawing her gaze down to his weighty nuts. Her blush had deepened a fair amount, cascading a hue of red across her yellow coat. She bit down on her lip, gnawing it as she fought some internal battle, struggling to resist moving towards him.

“T-That fits the description p-pretty well!” she mumbled, straining to get her words out. “Though…I…I need to look into this further…”

Watching her begin to trot towards him, Anon leaned back. Damned if he knew what his loins did to mares, but he was now two for one in this regard. Spreading his legs apart, he silently prayed she had some kind of idea what was going on, but as her muzzle drew closer, he froze.

As Redheart had done, Fauna pressed her snout right against where his cock and nuts met, huffing in his scent deeply. His earthy aroma was downright addictive, carrying an exotic scent that was certainly out of this world. Fauna hummed quietly, barely concealing a moan as she greedily took in more of his scent, her tail flagging fully over her rump. Her first sniff was quite long, but the second was far less subtle, her nostrils flaring out wide as she wished to savor everything he had to offer. Anon could feel a slight hot breeze against the skin of his balls, a gentle caress that teased the nerves within them. Unlike Redheart, her breath could definitely be felt. She then shuddered deeply, planting a kiss against his nuts as she flooded her olfactory senses with his one-of-a-kind musk.

“Y-yup - nngh - that fits as well…”

Anon raised a brow, glancing down at her. She was indulging herself in his goods, that was clear as day, but she was seemingly piecing together something else too. Spreading his legs further apart, he gave her more room, letting her indulge herself in her ‘studies’. As he expected, she soon opened her mouth, dragging her tongue along his nuts, groaning deeply as his taste met her.

His flavor was unlike any other, a mixture of salt, various fruits, and once again an exotic taste that was incomparable to anything in Equestria. She knew about it, or rather, something akin to this. As the cogs in her brain conflicted between logic and lewd, she took one of his nuts into her mouth. Suckling on it briefly, lapping it thoroughly and coating it in her saliva. She pulled back and slowly drew her tongue up his length. She sampled every inch, taking in his flavor whilst huffing in more of his unique musk.

Reaching his tip, she wrapped her lips around it, greedily lapping up some of his precum as her tongue danced around it. She shuddered with delight, a throaty moan echoing from her depths as she dove her muzzle downwards. Taking his length into her gullet inch by inch, she managed to force his entire titanic manhood into her mouth. She held his cock entirely in her throat for a few moments, pressing her muzzle against his groin as he felt his head reach the very back of her throat. She held it in for a moment longer before pulling back and releasing his length completely. She gently pulled it out of her mouth with a gentle shlick as she coated it in even more saliva in the process. Finally she kissed it on the tip before widening her eyes at Anon.

She was panting softly, her eyes clearly glazed over with lust. She shook her head, fighting off whatever urges were plaguing her. “Mmmph ~ A-Apologies! P-Please, cover yourself back up before I lose all my composure!”

Anon didn’t need to be told twice, even if he was frozen in both shock and delight equally. Grabbing his pants, he pulled them back over his waist, concealing his seemingly entrancing member from Fauna’s view. He took a step back as sweat ran down his face, his mind raced. He couldn’t explain what had just happened, even though he feared it may arrive, but he was hornier than he had ever been in the past.

“W-What was all that?! Nurse Redheart did the same thing!”

Dr. Fauna took a few moments to gather her bearings. Taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly, she shook herself off. Doing her best to mask the blush that consumed her face, she cleared her throat, fighting to keep her tail down.

“It’s what I thought,” she replied, avoiding eye contact. “It seems your kind actually used to exist here.”

Anon was gobsmacked. He had thought she had simply lost all control of her lust like Nurse Redheart had, but it seemed she actually had some kind of clue on what was going on. “Wait…what?! How do you know that?”

“Back when I was studying in Canterlot, we had a course on ancient creatures. There was a rather…uncouth book we had to read about. About these creatures that had a way of alluring mares, taming them into needy, eager pets to an extent.” She gnawed at her lip, her tail flagging back up. “From the very descriptive texts that book had, you fit the bill as one of them. Though they were called ‘sapiens’ in it, not humans.”

Anon waved his hands before him, trying to find reason in the absurd explanation he was being given. “Woah, woah, woah! Hold on a second! You’re saying that there were humans before me? And they turned you guys into these horny, sex-crazed pets?!”

“S-Something along those lines, yes,” Fauna hesitantly replied. “It would appear their genitalia had an entrancing effect on mares. Some kind of magical aura that compelled ponies to be eager to serve, and more so compelled ponies to be exceptionally aroused.”

“So you’re saying my dick makes mares go crazy, more or less,” Anon grumbled.

For most guys, this would seem like a dream come true, but for Anon, it made him incredibly conflicted. On one hand, it seemed he could get laid whenever he wanted, amassing a harem of tamed mares that were eager to fuck and happy to listen, but on the other, it felt horriblywrong. He just wanted to be a normal dude, not some kind of weird isekai protagonist. Knowing his goods could have this effect on mares could spell countless issues for him and his morals.

“B-But don’t worry!” Fauna continued, most likely seeing the worry painting his expression. “There are spells that exist to fix that. Imagine something like the opposite of the Want It Need It spell! It should be able to balance things out to make your penis as normal in appeal as any stallion’s!”

Raising a brow, Anon threw her an unamused look. “You do understand how absurd this all sounds to me, right?” He pointed a finger at her. “You’re telling me, in full confidence, that humans before me tamed ponies and then formed…their own little harems?! You do know how utterly ridiculous that sounds, right?”

“Yes, yes, I know!” Fauna shot back, frowning at him. “But it’s the truth! You think I’d suck you off so casually under normal circumstances?!” She covered her mouth with her hoof, eyes going wide as she realized what she had said. “W-Which I apologize about. That certainly must have been uncomfortable for you. I hope you can forgive me, but…it is quite literally a biological instinct I just went through.”

“Listen, you’re fine,” Anon comforted, reaching down and scritching her behind the ear. “It’s just hard to believe. I’m not even saying I didn’t enjoy it, because I’d be lying if I did.” He threw caution to the wind, opting to be upfront and honest. “I appreciate you explaining it, and I wouldn’t mind you doing that again, but under different circumstances.”

Fauna’s blush resurfaced, as she leaned forward, curious. “Pardon me? Different circumstances?”

“Alright, y’know what, I’m just gonna be forward,” Anon exclaimed, leaning forward to eye her closely. “I think you’re pretty. And, I won’t lie, this whole hard on is cause I was eyeing you up.”

Fauna merely stared back at him, wide-eyed.

“And you seem really sweet. And you helped me out. And you kinda just gave me the quickest blowjob I’ve ever had but my knees are still weak from how good it was.” He crossed his arms. He had been yearning to find a partner for months now, and with how absurd their current circumstances were, what he was planning to do next didn’t seem too far-fetched. “So, if you can get away with sucking me off out of nowhere, I think the least you could do is let me take you out for a date.”

Fauna blinked wildly, averting her gaze from him as she shyly rubbed her foreleg with a hoof. The blush on top of her muzzle was different from the one she had earlier. It was softer, more bashful, the color of a rose petal. She then took a deep breath, turning back towards him.

“W-Well…I don’t think these are instincts talking, but I do think you’re quite handsome.” She perked up, smiling over at him. “And I’ve heard plenty about how helpful and sweet you are from other ponies in town. I wouldn’t be against the idea, but…” She gazed longingly at her chaotic office, sighing. “As you can see, I’m a bit too busy. Taking care of these last few animals and cleaning up will take up my entire night.”

Anon was utterly shocked that that worked. For months, he had been dreaming of even chalking up the guts to ask somepony out, and here he was, asking one of the most beautiful ponies he’d ever seen out on a date. It felt surreal, as she was already willing to give him a chance. He cursed himself silently for waiting so long, countless nights longing for a chance when it turned out it was simply this easy! Or perhaps it was luck. Well, he was sure it was luck, but regardless, she had shown interest and he was going to ensure this happened.

“Here’s an idea!” he replied, raising a finger. “Why don’t I help you? It’s the least I could do for you sorting this situation out for me. We can go out for dinner later, on me.” He put his hand on his leg and leaned in. “Then, maybe we can figure out whatever potion or spell I need to make sure my dick isn’t, y’know, a bit too effective on mares?”

Fauna chuckled, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. “That’d be nice…I can’t say this is going anywhere near how I expected.” She shook herself up, beaming up at him. “But such an offer from such a lovely stud - er - human is something I can’t deny. If you’re willing to help, I’ll gladly take you up on it. Then, I can get to know you a bit better.” She pointed a hoof at him, giving him a stern look. “I may have done…that to you, but that was instinct! Ponies saying good things about you is one thing, but I need to see what you’re like for myself! I don’t know you all too well…”

“So it’s like a ‘I just sucked your dick but don’t really know you much at all’ blind date?” Anon chided, shooting her a wink.

Fauna rolled her eyes, failing to stop a snicker. “So that’s the signature Anon humor I’ve heard of. Sure, a test date, more so. But we can figure all that out after we finish up here.”

“Well, then let’s get to it, shall we?”

It took a few hours, but after some work, and plenty of criticism from Fauna for his animal caretaking abilities, Anon had finished helping her. Most of it involved wrangling animals to relax so they could be treated, but it was still a lot of work. He had learned a fair amount about how animals behaved, and even how to handle them properly without causing harm. Fauna was a patient teacher, and he was grateful for her guidance.

With the animals now sent off to the now reopened animal sanctuary, Fauna finally had time to breathe—and more specifically, go on a date.

“Alright, this is the spot!” Anon chirped, walking beside Fauna.

She eyed the restaurant, smiling at the sign. “The Fair Trotter? This place is pretty pricey, isn’t it?”

Anon shrugged. “Well, people back home told me first impressions count.” He smirked. “Don’t worry, if this first date goes well I’ll be downgrading our outings to hayburgers and fries.”

“Hehe, honest aren’t you?” She smirked back. “Don’t worry, I’m not too picky. If you manage to do well here, I think I’ll be more than fine settling on hayburger dates and fry movie nights.”

"Didn't take you for the type, honestly." Anon chuckled to himself, leading them both into the restaurant. “A mare as beautiful as you seems like she’d only deserve the best!”

Fauna blushed lightly, her ear flicking as she let out a giggle. Pleased that his flirtatious comment had landed well, Anon surveyed the restaurant. This was clearly no ordinary Ponyville eatery. Every detail oozed class; although he had never been inside before, he had heard glowing reviews. Even from the outside, the restaurant's class was evident, with its soft, romantic lighting and sophisticated decor enhancing its charm.

Walking up to the front desk, Anon greeted the pony working there. It was a teal earth mare with a pink bow tie, she wore a name tag that read "Opal Glow", and a smile to match.

"Good evening! Table for two?"

Anon nodded. "Yup! Just two." He saw Fauna trot next to him out of the corner of his eye.

Opal Glow nodded as she left her desk, leading them to a table in the far corner. In doing so, Anon was able to get a good look from behind at the waitress. Her uniform was rather tight and hugged her body well, showing off her shapely rump. On top of being hot, she was undeniably cute, and Anon couldn't help but check her out as she swayed her tail back and forth. Whether that sway was intentional or not, it worked on him.

Then, a thought snapped him out of it. He was so used to ogling mares that he forgot the real reason for him being here. It's true that this mare, or any mare he saw in the restaurant, was quite the looker, some more than others, but he was here tonight for another mare. One he had asked out on his own accord, and one he wanted to focus on for the evening.

Regardless, he tried to set his mind straight while he and Fauna were led by the waitress. It was a struggle to keep his eyes off the innocent waitress’ shapely curves, but his desire to be a good date to Fauna conquered his lingering libido. Prying his eyes away and surveying the restaurant, it was evident that the place was definitely busy tonight. Everywhere he looked, ponies of varying colors ate and chartered amongst themselves. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, yet still had a sense of elegance about it, and he couldn't imagine having better first impressions for a new spot.

"Your table," Opal Glow said as she stopped the couple.

They were led to a small booth in the far corner of the restaurant, a window looking out onto the street. The view was perfect, and the candlelit table only added to the ambiance. Fauna sat across from Anon, smiling softly at him as she adjusted herself in her seat. Her eyes wandered to the window, watching the lights and ponies outside as she waited for Anon to join her.

"Quite the view," Anon noted as he sat down, returning Fauna’s smile.

"Pretty good for a date, right?," Opal Glow winked, placing down some menus in front of them both.

"What? No no, I mean--"

Fauna reached her hoof out and rested it on his own. "It's fine. It's not like she's wrong." She blushed a little, smiling as she turned back to the waitress, who only returned with a smile so charismatic, it definitely seemed as if she was used to couples on their first dates.

The waitress brushed a lock of hair from her mane before clearing her throat and standing straight. "I'll give you two some time to browse the menu and think. Just call me back over when you're ready to order." She waddled off, the sway in her hips still making it quite hard for Anon not to glance.

Fauna laughed, rolling her eyes. "She's really testing your self control, huh?"

"I-Is it obvious?" Anon stammered, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh yeah, it's super obvious," Fauna smirked as she picked up her menu, signaling for Anon to grab his own. "I don’t mind you ogling, but let's focus on just us for the evening, shall we?" She flipped it open, eyeballing the options.

Anon took the hint, opening his own menu. There were many choices, although he barely recognized any. All of them sounded delicious from what he read, but he had to remind himself that he was paying for all of this. That, and some of the more unique options seemed more tailored towards a pony than a human. Especially since he wasn't even sure if his palette could handle some of the stranger ones on the list.

Daisy sandwiches, apple blossoms, carrot cake, and so much more. He had to admit, it was overwhelming.

"Uh... what would you get?"

Fauna shrugged as she continued scanning over the menu, seemingly unfazed. "I don't really eat out often, but I suppose a garden salad would be nice."

"Ahh...well...I'm more of a meat eater."

"Meat, huh?" Fauna smirked. "I guess you're a bit more like the old species than I thought. Don’t worry, in case you’re concerned. I may be a vet but I’m not gonna be a stickler about you eating meat." She giggled, resting her head in her hoof as she looked at him. "Well, why not try something different? I've never heard of some of the options here.” She tapped her menu with a hoof. “Like the haystack skillet."

Anon raised a brow, glancing back and forth between her and his own menu. "Haystack skillet?"

Fauna reached over and pointed a hoof towards the bottom of the Anon’s menu, where the description read: "The haystack skillet: A hearty serving of hayfries, topped with a creamy colby cheese sauce, sprinkled with green onions. Served with a fresh, crisp, garden salad on the side."

Anon had to admit, it sounded appetizing, though he was unsure if his body could even handle hay. He had been fortunate enough to have some locals in town brew up dishes similar to ones back home, though testing something culturally different couldn’t hurt too much. Seeing as it seemed relatively tame and not overly strange, maybe it would be alright? After all, he was trying to impress Fauna with his willingness to be adventurous, and he was willing to give it a shot.

"It's settled then," Anon announced, closing his menu and putting it to the side. “I’ll grab that!”

Fauna did the same, giggling. "Sounds like a plan!"

A brief moment of silence passed, and one of Anon's passive fears seemed to have come true. Both him and Fauna sat in their seats awkwardly while trying to avoid eye contact. It was clear neither of them was sure what to say. If he wanted things to go smooth, Anon knew he needed to break the ice.

He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find words. It took a bit of thinking, brewing possible openers, but he had to do something. Scrounging his mind for ideas, he finally found the courage to blurt something out before the situation became even more awkward—but a new waitress, a gray unicorn mare with a purple mane and tail, walked up to the table right as he hoped to speak.

"Good evening! My name is Moonshine, and I'll be your waitress tonight! How's everything so far, guys?"

Anon raised a brow. “Oh? I thought the other mare was our waitress for the evening?”

Moonshine shook her head. “Nope! She’s seating tables today. I’ll be the one taking your orders tonight.” She looked between Anon and Fauna, her smile never faltering. “Sooo, how are things so far? Are you ready to order?”

Fauna spoke up before Anon could say anything. She gestured to Anon, pointing her hoof at him. "Good! We'd like to get the haystack skillet for two please!"

She then turned back to Anon with a smirk. She winked at him and leaned in, whispering to him, "I figured it’d be cute to share, but if you're not okay with it, we can get separate meals."

Anon shook his head, chuckling. "No, I think that sounds fun, actually!" He turned to Moonshine, nodding to her as well. "Yeah, we'll get the haystack skillet, Moonlight."

Moonshine raised a brow, tilting her head.

He realized his mistake quickly, correcting himself. "Sorry! I mean Moonshine!"

"It's fine, hon! Not the first time." She smiled, writing down their order on her notepad. "And don't worry! The haystack skillet is a popular choice here." She tucked her pad and pen into her apron, turning away from the table. "You two planning to not wash it down with anything to drink? Or perhaps I can get you started on a nice wine?"

Anon shook his head, raising his hand in front of him. "Water's fine for me! Thank you!"

Moonshine nodded. "Water it is! How about you, miss?"

Fauna smiled. "Some wine would be lovely, thank you. Something light, please!"

"Coming right up!" Moonrise said with a grin as she left the table.

As Anon sat back, his mind was abuzz with thoughts. He had never been on a date before, let alone one with a pony. And while he knew this wasn't exactly a normal situation, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He wanted to impress Fauna, but he didn't want to come off as too pushy or forward either. But then again, he had already asked her out and she seemed more than happy to go along with it. Perhaps he just needed to relax and enjoy the moment?

He looked over at Fauna, who was still smiling at him. She seemed relaxed, calm, and collected, as if she had done this many times before. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of her experience, but he also felt lucky that he got to be with her tonight.

"So, Anon," Fauna started, resting her hooves on the table. "Why me?"

The question was simple, but effective enough to catch him off guard.

"W-Well, you know, you... uh..."

He stammered, trying to find an answer, but nothing came to mind.

Fauna leaned forward. "I mean, you're quite handsome, and seem to be a lovely individual from what I’ve heard from other ponies. I don't think anypony would deny that fact." She brushed her mane back with her hoof, giving him a sly look. "But me? I'm just an average mare who works with animals."

Anon shook his head firmly, frowning at her. "Don't say that! You're so much more than that, you're sweet, and kind, and you've helped me out so much already!" He paused for a moment, realizing what else to say. "And you're beautiful! Very much so! I mean it."

Fauna blushed deeply, turning away from him as she tried, and failed, to keep her smile from widening. "Well...thank you." She turned back to him, smiling shyly. "I don't think anyone's called me beautiful before, honestly."

"Really?" Anon asked curiously.

Fauna's blush was cleared as her smile turned more smug. "Oh, don't give me that. I've just been focused on work for...well, forever really. It's not like there are many stallions in Ponyville who would want to date me. They probably think my life is too hectic for them." She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. "I’ve just got a job that requires me to be around animals all day long. So I guess I can’t be too surprised that this isn’t too common for me." Her smile faltered a portion. “I’ve had dates before, but they always seemed to pitter off once they learn more about my work.

Anon frowned. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Fauna was clearly a wonderful mare who cared deeply about her work and the animals she took care of, yet she didn't seem to think she deserved any better than being alone. He knew he had to change that.

"Well then, I'm glad you agreed to come out with me tonight," Anon replied with a smile. "You deserve it." He winked at her. “Plus, I already literally did part of your job with you, so you know that isn’t scaring me off.

Fauna blushed again, turning away from him once more. "All of that from what happened earlier?"

"Well, yeah! You helped me so much already, and I wanted to repay you somehow." He leaned in closer. "This is a nice change of pace from helping you out with the badgers, right?"

Fauna nodded, giggling as she leaned back in her seat. "Oh for certain. They really didn't like you."

"Yeah, well, unlike you, I'm not good with animals," Anon remarked. "But you at least showed me how to handle them better. That's something. Maybe with more time together I’ll catch on.”

Before their conversation could continue, Moonshine returned to the table with a glass of water and a glass of wine. She placed them both down on the table and smiled at them both. "Your haystack skillet will be ready soon! In the meantime, enjoy your drinks!"

Anon took his glass of water, sipping it slowly as he watched Fauna take her first sip of wine. She hummed softly, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor. It was clear that she enjoyed wine, and Anon couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked. A pony drinking wine wasn’t exactly something he’d ever expect to see, but he found appreciation in the absurdity of it.

Yet, at the same time, he felt a sense of unease creeping up within him. He had spent so long thinking about mares and the impossible chance of finding somepony who would want him, that he never thought about what it would be like to actually date one. And while Fauna seemed sweet, he was starting to doubt if he belonged with her. Her sucking his dick earlier was purely because of... whatever that was, not from a genuine desire she had. He felt his unease stir within his gut, hesitations and anxiety running through him further, bit by bit.

"Anon?"

He snapped out of his thoughts, turning back to Fauna. She was looking at him with concern in her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

Anon shook his head gently. "Yeah! I'm fine!" He took another sip of water, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to ruin this date by being too self-conscious or nervous. He just needed to relax and enjoy the moment with her. “Just got lost in thought is all.”

Moonshine returned to their table a few moments later with a large tray in her hooves. On it were two plates of hayfries and colby cheese sauce, as well as two fresh garden salads on the side. She placed them both on the table and gave her signature at them both. "Enjoy your meals!"

Fauna thanked her as she looked down at the steaming hot food before her. Anon then did the same, and took in the smell as well. It definitely smelt familiar, with the scent of hay and cheese filling his nostrils. It was an odd combination, but he was willing to give it a shot for Fauna's sake.

He picked up his fork, spearing a few hay fries onto it and scooping some of the cheese sauce onto it as well. He brought it up to his lips, taking a bite. He chewed for a few moments, and then... it hit him. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The hay was soft and fluffy, while the cheese sauce was creamy and delicious. It was almost like eating french fries with melted cheese on top, but with an exotic twist—a very welcome surprise.

He looked up at Fauna, who had already started to dig into her salad. She seemed to be enjoying it as well, beaming as she chewed. Anon smiled back at her, feeling relieved that he wasn't the only one enjoying the meal.

As they ate, Anon found himself relaxing more and more. He felt comfortable around Fauna, even though this was their first time out together. Despite the rising imposter syndrome, he could tell that she cared about him. She didn't seem to mind his awkwardness or his nervousness, and she didn't judge him for it either.

After a few moments of eating in silence, Anon decided to break the ice once more. He cleared his throat, catching Fauna's attention.

"So, uh, about earlier...at your office."

Fauna paused, and after a second or two, she blushed deeply. "Yes?"

"Do you think that, well, if you know what...didn't happen, you'd still be interested in me?"

Fauna blinked at him, tilting her head. "I mean, yes, why wouldn’t I be? She stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "You need to give yourself confidence. And you've been nothing but sweet to me since we met. I wouldn't mind seeing where this goes."

"Seeing where what goes?" Anon stammered nervously.

"Us," Fauna replied simply. "You and I. Dating." She giggled as she took another bite of her salad. "I don't know about you, but I'm willing to give it a shot."

Anon couldn't help but smile wider. He had never felt so relieved in his entire life. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he could finally breathe again. Months of daydreaming about mares, and here he was with one who seemed more than willing to date him. It was surreal, but it felt good to know that he had found somepony who wanted to be with him.

Especially with a mare like her, he thought to himself as he watched her eat her salad. She was beautiful, smart, and kind—and so much more he had yet to discover or properly appreciate just yet. He just needed to relax and enjoy the moment with her. Despite that, a thought crept into his mind, one made from the lingering anxiety.

"And, uh, have you... ever..."

"Been on a date?" She smirked at him. "Yes, but I haven't been on a date in a few years." She shrugged. "Like I said, just been too busy with work."

Anon nodded slowly, taking another bite of his fries as he processed this information. If it's really been years for her, she definitely doesn’t have the demeanor of someone who hasn't dated in a while. She seemed rather in control, and fairly confident. But then again, he was new to this whole dating thing, so perhaps she seemed amateurish in the grand scheme.

"And I'm the exception?"

Fauna looked down at her salad. "I, well..." Anon could see another blush encroach her snout as she processed the question, letting her fork down. "I guess so. You've been a sweetheart since we met, and you're willing to help me out with my work. It's nice to have someone like that around."

"No, there's more to it than that. It... it doesn't have to do with my... problem, is it?"

She shook her head firmly. "No, not at all! I mean, yes, it is a bit of a problem, I've never seen anything like it personally, but you've got plenty of lovely traits that balance it out. Plus, it isn’t exactly a problem—and certainly not a dealbreaker." She smiled softly at him. "It's just...you already seem different from most stallions I've known. And I don’t mean just physically."

Anon blushed himself. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Fauna seemed to genuinely have faith in him, even though she had only known him for half a day now. It made him feel special, and he couldn’t help but feel warm and fuzzy inside.

After some more time and casual chit chat, he eventually did manage to finish his food, as did Fauna. They both sat back in their seats, full and content with their meal. Anon glanced over at her, who took another sip from her wine glass. He simply could not stop appreciating her. She looked beautiful under the candlelight, and he couldn't help but stare at her for a moment. His gaze lingered so long that she did eventually catch him looking at her, and saw her deep in thought, at least for a moment. Then, she looked up and smirked back at him playfully.

"Did you enjoy the skillet? It was quite good, wasn't it?"

There was a shift in her tone. It was subtle, but he noticed it.

Anon nodded slowly. "Oh, yeah, it was delicious! I was honestly really scared ordering it."

Fauna smiled back at him. "It's all in the seasoning! And the colby cheese sauce is to die for. I've had it before, but this one is even better than usual!"

There was some kind of undertone she carried with her words, as they shifted more and more, becoming softer, almost playful.

He could see her expression soften as she looked back down at her nearly empty plate, but her smile stayed.

"It didn't taste nearly as good as you, though~"

Sultry. Her tone was absolutely, undoubtedly, littered with lewd intent.

Anon blinked, unsure if he heard her right. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was simply stunned.

Fauna giggled softly to herself, finishing off her wine glass and setting it down on the table as she knew the power her flirtatious attack had. It was as if she knew the weight in her words, but ignored it as if to tease him.

"I never did talk about repaying you for your help earlier, did I?"

Anon shook his head slowly. "N-no, you haven't. But you shouldn't need to repay me for anything."

Fauna smirked back at him. "Oh, trust me, I do. And I know just the thing too." She leaned forward on the table, resting her hoofs on it as she gazed back at him with a mischievous look in her eyes. "How about we go back to my place? I have something special planned~"

Anon blinked again, unsure of what she was suggesting. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. "Uhh...what exactly are you suggesting?"

"Well," Fauna started, standing up from her seat and walking around the table towards him. "How about you find out by meeting me back at my clinic once you're done paying, hm? I’ll head out a bit earlier, so I can prepare~"

She pulled out plenty of bits and placed it on the table, trotting away without another word. In doing so, she gently brushed her hip against his shoulder, making him jolt slightly. She giggled to herself as she left Anon at their table. “There’s a bit to help. Wouldn’t be fair if I made you pay the entire bill after all.”

He wasn't sure what to think. Fauna seemed more than happy to be with him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He knew he had a problem, one that he needed to get fixed, but he wasn't sure if this was the right time to do so. He simply stared back at her, dumbfounded, but couldn't help but feel excited for whatever she had planned. Her flirting along with the view he got of her strutting away, those supple yellow flanks bouncing with every step. She was purposely emphasizing her steps, swaying her hips in a sultry manner. She glanced back at him, eyes-lidded as she flicked her tail up for a moment. He caught a glimpse of her marehood, spotting the twinkle of her lust coated on it. The sight was a shock, a welcome one sure, but a shock nonetheless.

He turned back to the table, and thought about what she meant, and what he was to expect.

And then found a key in the pile of coins.

After a few minutes, Moonshine returned and he paid for his and Fauna’s meal, leaving the restaurant and making his way back towards Fauna's clinic. As he walked through the streets of Ponyville, he couldn't help but think deeply to himself. He never imagined he would go on a date with a pony, let alone one of Fauna’s caliber. But it happened, and now, he was getting invited to something else.

What that something else was, was yet to be known. But he knew regardless of it, he was excited.

What she said at the restaurant still stuck with him. She called him sweet, cute, flirted, and even got outright lewd with him. It definitely made him feel special, or at least wanted, since that was the first time he had received any comment of the sort. Even still, the remark made him only want to impress her more, as much as he apparently seemed to have won her over so far. If the magical, instinctual issue with his goods really was a problem, then he needed to get it fixed as soon as possible. He wanted his relationship with Fauna to be genuine, not based off of some instinct that basically altered mares' minds.

Using the same path he tried to remember towards her clinic, he eventually found himself back at her doorstep. This time, a plain looking "CLOSED" sign hung on the door. To his lack of surprise, trying to open the door only resulted in failure. Right behind the closed sign was the schedule, and he noticed that this place was definitely supposed to be open at this hour.

He reached out for the key given to him at the dinner, bringing up close to him before trying to unlock the door. It had a cute dog charm attached to it. It was adorable and a little dorky, certainly fitting for Fauna's personality, but he knew he needed to focus.

With a deep breath, he easily unlocked the front door. Whatever she had planned was definitely something that warranted the closing of this place, and it made it nervous. What if it was something bad? Or maybe even something that made her change her mind about him? That hip brush from earlier could've just been an accident. What if she just found a solution and really did want to get rid of the very thing that set things in motion?

Anon shook his head firmly, pushing these thoughts aside as he pushed the door open. Upon stepping inside, the first sense he was greeted with was that comfy clinic smell he didn't know he missed until now. It was clean, organized, and void of any animals or ponies.

It was empty.

"Dr. Fauna?" Anon called out, walking further into the waiting lobby. "Are you here?"

There was no response. He glanced around for a few moments before noticing a light coming from underneath the door to her office. The door itself was slightly ajar, and he could hear some shuffling coming from inside

The feeling that sunk through him from seeing the door open only grew as he walked towards it. The clinic being completely empty only added to his unease, and he couldn't help but feel like he shouldn't be there. But then again, Fauna had invited him over for whatever reason, so he knew he was welcome.

He reached out for the door handle, pushing it open slowly as he peeked inside.

The very first thing that greeted his view was Fauna's flank in scandalous underwear. Her tail swayed back and forth as she was bent over on what seemed to be another vet table, giving her backside an angle that made it impossible not to stare at. He could see her lips poking out from the fabric of her panties, and while he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in them, he needed to get a better look at the rest of the mare, because there was more to see.

She was still in her uniform's dress shirt, but that wasn't the important part. Far from it. Covering a delicious part of her backside was a set of white lingerie, with straps that wrapped tightly around her thighs, and growing transparent once it traveled down her legs. The way they dug into her flesh made her cheeks jiggle as she made the slightest movement. They hugged her body, showing their pillowy softness with ease. The panties she wore as well were lacey white, not doing a good job of hiding her plump bits through the sheer fabric. Even her dock was wrapped up tightly with white cloth, complementing the rest of her ensemble.

She was pretty hot before, but at this moment she was irresistible. Ponies rarely wore clothes, and he never saw one in lingerie before, but somehow the fact she was wearing such lewd attire made her all the more desirable. Her body looked so soft, so supple, and so ready to be taken. Every part of her curves, every inch of her plump form, and the way she was bending herself over made his cock stir in his pants. He was getting harder and harder as the seconds passed, and he knew that he would be popping a tent sooner or later with how good she looked.

His mind was racing as he tried to think of what he should even say or do in this moment. This was an unexpected encounter, one he couldn’t have even theorized in his most wild speculations, but he was managing to piece together just what was going on here.

"Oh, there you are!" She called out as she turned her head to glance back at him. "Finally!"

Her tone was playful, teasing. It made Anon's heart skip a beat, and the blood rushed to the tip of his cock. He knew he needed to say something, but he couldn't find any words.

"How about you give me a moment while I finish up here? Shouldn't be too long..." She turned her head back to her task, but in doing so, he saw her softly jolt her flank outwards, making her rump bounce in a way that made him want to grab hold of it and never let go. It looked so unbelievably supple in her clothes. Her underwear was perfectly tug, digging into her flesh ever so slightly as it cupped her ass and hugged her curves in the most tantalizing way. And the way her lips gently peeked out from beneath the fabric was enough to send his thoughts into overdrive. He could see her desire, her lacey panties failing to hide every wink of her snatch, and even her arousal taunted him faintly. He wanted to taste her so badly, and it was taking everything he had to keep himself from jumping on her at that moment.

Fauna hummed away at whatever she was doing, seemingly ignoring his presence in the room. He could see her flank sway slightly in sync with her humming, as if to tease him further. Each sway, every tiny wiggle caused her flesh to jiggle and bounce in the most hypnotic way. He couldn't help but continue to stare at it, his mouth watering as he imagined what it would feel like to bury his face in her plump cheeks.

Eventually he found the strength to speak, and after clearing the lump in his throat, he finally broke his silence. "Uhh, D-Dr. Fauna? What's going on?"

Fauna giggled softly to herself, glancing back at him once more with a sultry look across her muzzle. "Oh, you'll see soon enough~" She turned back to her task, continuing to hum softly as she swayed her hips from side to side. She seemed almost oblivious to how she was affecting him. His dick in his pants throbbed with desire, and he couldn't stop the urge to reach out and touch her.

Then, her subtle flank sways stopped, at least for a moment. She then turned her right hindleg inwards, and then left out, spreading the vertical distance from them further apart. The motion was enthralling, the way her muscles flexed and her flesh jiggled. It only took a few more motions of her hindlegs shuffling for Anon to tell what she was trying to do.

"Such tight panties, I knew I shouldn't have worn these..." Fauna sighed, shambling both her hindlegs at the same time so that her underwear dug in even more into her flesh, making the fabric stretch. She was struggling to get them off her, but she wasn't giving up. Her determination to remove the garment made her ass bounce even more than usual. Her movements were fluid and graceful, as if she was somehow used to stripping like this.

Anon couldn't tear his eyes away from her, especially when she started wiggling in place, her cheeks bouncing back and forth in a rhythm. As they dug further into her flesh, he wondered if she was trying to make herself cum from her own movements alone. She had to be close, because she was breathing faster, and she had started panting. She was so desperate for relief, and she was trying to get it in the only way she knew how: by teasing him relentlessly.

His dick was at full mast, no, even past full mast at this point. He couldn't help himself. He reached into his pants and started rubbing himself furiously through his own underwear, biting his lip as he watched her struggle with hers. He knew he shouldn't be doing this in front of her, but he couldn't help it. He needed to release the tension, and he was getting close to his limit.

He couldn't hold it in any longer.

The sound of Anon unbuckling his belt made Fauna giggle. He was so obvious, and it made Fauna smile. She knew exactly what was happening behind her, and she couldn't help but feel pleased with herself.

She finally got down from the table and turned around. The way she did it in such a graceful way didn't help Anon's situation either, as his dick continued to twitch and throb with each closer step she took to him. He wanted her so bad, and he couldn't stop himself from wanting more and more as she faced him.

"Getting ahead of yourself, are we?" She teased, now close enough as she brushed her hoof against his leg. He could feel her soft coat caressing him, sending chills down his spine. His dick twitched again, begging for more. Anything from her at this point made his cock stiffen and his breath catch in his throat. She knew exactly what effect she had on him, and she enjoyed every bit of it.

"Let me do that for you~"

She leaned in, using her mouth to take Anon's belt buckle and yanking it free from his pants. Then, she moved on to unzip his fly, her tongue licking her soft lips as she did so. Her actions were slow, methodical, and calculated. It felt like a dream, and he couldn't help but moan softly as her lips caught onto the edge of his exposed underwear and dragged it down. His cock sprang free as if it was spring-loaded, stiffening in the air as it was finally able to breathe.

This was the first time Anon was able to see how hard he'd gotten as well. It was probably the hardest he'd ever seen his own dick, which only fueled his desire for her even more. She seemed impressed as well, eyeing up his length with a smirk on her face. She licked her lips again, clearly enjoying what she saw.

She initially tried to draw in the sight. It was huge, wide, and thick, with a swollen head that pulsed with need. Below it of course were heavy, low hanging balls that begged for release. And the whole thing was slick with Anon's precum, glistening in the light of the office and dripping down the shaft.

She could see his dick twitching in her view, and every little twitch made her smile grow wider as the anticipation grew in the air between them. But after drawing in the sight for a moment, the full understanding of the sight before her, and the enthralling smell it afforded finally hit her. That very same sight that made her go insane with lust and desire earlier today, and the same smell that made her instinctively start sucking on his member.

He knew what she was dealing with, what was affecting her, and the thought of it only made him harder, if that was even possible. He remembered every single detail of her mouth around his cock, her wet tongue sliding along his length, and the way she moaned into him as she took in every last inch. The memories were enough to make Anon gasp, his dick throbbing in the air as it ached for her touch once more.

Fauna however, was in a trance of her own. Her snout kept twitching as she inhaled more and more of his smell, letting his cock rest on her face as the musk that emanated from it and his balls filled her nostrils. Her mind swam with thoughts of sex, thoughts of lust, thoughts of fucking this human until she was satisfied, hell, even thoughts of breeding. She needed to feel him fill her up, to pump her full of seed, and she couldn't wait any longer. But the very thing she was staring at wasn't just a cock. It was his cock, and he was so much larger than any stallion she's ever seen before. It belonged to the stud that had charmed her just right, one that deserved to be treated well, as he treated others. He’d get that, and she’d be sure of it.

She wanted it all, needed it all but that was only if she could stop herself from continuing to inhale his smell.

As if controlled solely by her lust, she pressed her snout further against the very base of his shaft, taking in a greedy whiff of his musk. This time, she let out a low, throaty moan as she felt her lips wink against her underwear with anticipation. The smell was so strong, so overwhelming, that she felt like she could burst at any moment. She rubbed her snout from the base of his shaft towards his balls, and she couldn't help but lick her lips as she sampled the scent on his nuts.

She had already lost herself at this point, her sniffing turning so deep that it was almost comical to watch. She was doing it so aggressively at this point that she let out a few uncharacteristic snorts and huffs as she inhaled as much as she could. It was as if she was addicted to his smell, like a drug that she couldn't live without. But the way her nose twitched against his skin, and the way her snout pressed so deeply into his groin made his cock throb with desire. Her hot breaths added to the allure. He knew wanted her, needed her just as much as she needed him right now.

She eventually moved up and down along his dick, taking in every inch of his length as she went. She licked her way up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue around every inch and every vein. She made sure to take in every part, every little spot, and even every drop of Anon's musky sweat. The flavors, a vibrant mix of salty, sweet, and once more, downright exotic, made her marehood seize upon itself. She had never been so aroused, so engaged in a rut, and so horny in her entire life.

It showed, and with the way she moved, her aggression ramping in her movements with each passing second, she was already past addicted. If just a whiff of this was enough to send a mare into heat, taking so much of it in like this was enough to push anyone over the edge. Add in the taste? She never truly stood a chance, not that she wanted to. She knew what she was getting into, knew what it would do to her, and coupled with her lack of recent experience, it sundered and reservations she may have held.

Fauna's snout was practically covered in Anon's sweat and musk at this point, and she could feel herself soaking her own panties. She was dripping, and she couldn't help but rub her legs together, her clit throbbing with need as it poked even more through the fabric of her panties. Her tight lingerie clung to her curves tighter and tighter, the confining restraints adding an element to the situation that began to weave its way into her own desires. She knew how alluring the attire was, even if she never got to use it up until this point, and knowing the thoughts she had woven into Anon’s lustful mind made her certain she’d put on the ensemble much more in the future.

Besides being the horniest he'd been in a while, Anon was fascinated by how his smell drove this mare crazy. She always seemed so professional and collected, but now she was practically feral, licking every part of him like a dog. It was a strange contrast, a good one, and one he couldn't help but enjoy watching unfold in front of his very eyes.

"Oh... I've had eeenough," Her words were practically slurred as she pulled back, her mouth dripping with Anon's sweat as she stared down at the massive dick that throbbed before her. "Let me finish what I started earlier..."

With that, she wrapped her lips around the head of his dick and sucked, pulling back on it with a loud slurping sound as it popped into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and the taste of his precum on her tongue only made her want more. She swallowed, savoring the taste as she moved her head deeper, her mouth slowly taking in more and more as Anon couldn't help but bite his lips. The insides of her mouth were so warm, and as he was taken deeper, he could eventually feel the head of his dick reach the back of her throat.

But she didn't stop there. She kept sucking, bobbing her head back and forth as she took in every inch of his length time and time again, to the point where his dick had begun disappearing completely inside of her mouth with ease. He could feel his entire length being enveloped by her warmth, her tongue dancing up and down its length as she went. As he looked down, he couldn't help but feel his eyes widen at the bulge in her neck. She was deepthroating him, with whorish expertise that contrasted her nature in almost every way, and she loved it.

The way she worked was methodical. Her movements were smooth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she went, as if she was teasing him, knowing full well each time she did so his knees quaked beneath him. She moved her head back and forth, letting Anon get a glimpse of his shaft for a moment before it disappeared into her mouth and came back, coated with her spit as it glistened. She was so focused on her work, and her focus was so intense that she seemed to ignore the fact she was drooling everywhere, her chin soaked in her saliva as it dripped down her shirt, leaving a trail down her uniform as she worked.

While Anon was trying his best to stifle his moans, he eventually failed. A deep groan escaped from his throat, and the sound of it echoed throughout the room. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles going white as he felt himself reaching his limit. He was so close to cumming, and he could feel himself starting to lose control. His balls churned, the veins in his dick twitching and throbbing as an orgasm started to build within his shaft.

Despite her aggressive blowjob, Fauna seemed to notice this, as she started to widen her eyes in anticipation. She went faster, the sounds of slurping and moans filling the air. She had lost all sanity, any composure sundered into oblivion with her unending need to take in more of his cock. She needed his cum, she’d die to taste it, and she knew it was coming. It was the most excited she had ever felt in her life, her panties now completely soaked in the waterfall of desire that was her marehood.

But with him feeling so close to orgasm, she wanted something else instead.

She gave the dick inside her mouth one last swirl as she slowly pulled it out, the head popping off with a satisfying slurp. Her lips smacked together, her eyes still locked onto the dick that throbbed before her. She was hungry, and she knew she was close to getting what she wanted. Preparing a technique she just thought of, she got off Anon and back on all fours. With Anon still reeling, she turned around so that her flank faced him. The view he got of those juicy flanks was just as good as when he entered the room, if not before. There was a very defined spot in her underwear, right where her lips poked out, that was wet, dripping her lust to the floor and filling the air with her sweet, sugary scent. It had a darker color than the fabric that surrounded it, as well as a slight sheen to it that made him realize how much he wanted to bury his head right between those fat asscheeks and lap at her delectable juices through her alluring lingerie. She couldn't tell if she had already came, her fixation on his cock having dulled out all other sensations, but with how much her laced fabric dug into her cheeks, and how wet she knew she felt, there was a fair chance she had.

Anon couldn't believe what he was seeing. Fauna's rump was so fat up close that it looked like two pillows, and her pussy was soaking wet that the fabric around it had a darkened hue that contrasted against the pristine white it once had. It was a sight straight out of a porno magazine, yet this was real, and it was all for him.

Even if he just wanted to grab a handful of both cheeks, Fauna had a different idea in mind. She pressed her flank against his dick, letting his precum stain the underwear even further. He felt the wettest part of it, no doubt because of her, and felt her flank grind against his dick. Her motions were slow, steady, but firm. Her ass was so soft, it was like being buried in a blanket of pure euphoria, but it was also so firm at the same time. Anon's dick at this point was almost sandwiched in between her soft flanks, her dampened panties acting as an additional cushion. His length rubbed against her vulva, further teasing her needy entrance that was so unfortunately trapped inside the confines of the outfit that was fitting of a temptress.

He was so close, so painfully close to cumming, and she knew it. But this wasn't just her pressing her fat flank against him for no reason, even if that would also be lovely to her. She was riding the side and width of his dick so that it rubbed against her underwear, to the point where every time she raised her ass, she grinded down and lowered her underwear as a result.

Eventually, it happened. With one final motion, she managed to strip off her underwear with the help of his dick. She wasn’t sure if it’d work, but the payoff was phenomenal, as she soon found his massive length’s heat pressing against the heat of her own marehood. She felt him throb against every wink she made, her pussy stimulated even further as she continued to grind herself against him. The soaked panties fell to the ground with a squish, and she was finally exposed. Her plump, juicy pussy was dripping with arousal, already coating Anon’s cock thoroughly with her lust. Her lips were so swollen that her folds parted to reveal her clit poking out, begging for attention. Yet it was not only her marehood that was desiring him, as her ponut winked in its own right, calling to him like a siren’s song.

"Finally~" Fauna sighed with pleasure, as she pressed her rear harder against him, grinding her bare ass into his shaft as her juices dripped onto his groin. "I can't hold back anymore, please, just fuck me!"

She didn't have to beg him, he was already on it. She sank her ass so deep into his crotch that his balls were practically buried between her cheeks now. Her pussy was so wet and hot that it almost burned against his dick as it slid against it, coating his length in her arousal as she continued to grind against him. It didn't take long before his cock found its target, and with one vital thrust, he plunged himself inside of her.

She let out a sharp moan, a very uncharacteristic one, her pussy tightening around his cock as it spread her open. He was so huge, so thick, that it filled her perfectly, every last pleasurable inch of her depths taken over by the ferocity of his manhood. She couldn't remember the last time she was this wet, or this full, and the way he was hitting all those sensitive spots inside her was driving her crazy. That, coupled with her nose still filled to the brim with everything she inhaled earlier, she was in bliss.

Her pussy squeezed his cock so tightly, it felt like he would pop. Her velvety walls were an angelic vice on his cock, gripping down on him ruthlessly as her instincts drove her into a downright feral state. She clearly needed to be fucked, her very being demanding his cock and her snatch proving the fact further. It took every ounce of his strength and self-control not to cum instantly, and it was taking everything he had to thrust his dick further inside of her. Her walls were so wet, so soft, so warm, that it felt like his dick was melting within her euphoric grasp. She was squeezing him so hard that he couldn't stop himself from letting out another deep moan of his own, giving her the reassurance she needed that he was enjoying this as much as she was.

He went into a frenzy, as did she. His thrusts were unending, unmeasured, and driven by sheer carnal desire and nothing more. Her ass clapped against his groin each time he pressed into her, lurching her body forward as she screamed with intense bliss. She matched his efforts, throwing her ass back in tune with his motions, eager to indulge herself in every last inch he had to offer. Her walls clenched each time he tried to pull back, loosening to take in his entirety with every strike back he made. Her body was alight with delight, his moans mixing with hers as the air filled with their pleasurable cries and the persistent clapping of her asscheeks against his body.

She was in ecstasy, her eyes glazed over as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She couldn't help but moan louder, her composure sent to oblivion as she screamed with such pleasure it shocked even herself. The sounds coming from her mouth became more and more feral as she felt her orgasm building up in depths. She felt it coming, and it was going to be big. She couldn’t fathom how to prepare for it, but she didn’t want to. She wanted the onslaught of ecstasy she was about to endure to take her in its entirety, to consume her entire being and drive her to the gates of nirvana and beyond.

Anon himself was barely holding on, he couldn't even thrust deeper without feeling like he would cum right then and there. Fauna was simply too perfect. Every element of their rut combining into a blend that was incomparable. The sweet scent of her arousal, the way her asscheeks jiggled every time he slammed into her, the clapping sound her thick flank offered, the sound of her screams of bliss, the beauty she had, and the tight, delightful feeling of her pussy—it was impossible to defeat. Impossible to deny. It was sheer perfection. His cock felt like he was drowning in her arousal.

He couldn't help himself, his dick twitching and throbbing as it begged for release. It was impossible to resist, but he didn’t want to. The intensity of his inevitable orgasm was going to be cataclysmic, an explosion of his desire that would dethrone the best releases of his life. This was the perfect mare, with the perfect body, and the perfect fuck of his life—so she only deserved the perfect gift he could give her.

With another deep moan, he let loose, his balls churning and his shaft pulsing as his load shot into her waiting womb. It was a massive amount, more than he expected, enough to make her stomach expand with every shot that he pumped inside. Her pussy was immediately flooded with his seed, and within mere seconds, it felt like she was being filled to the brim. He tried to grab onto the side of her flanks where her lingerie was strapped on, but with his cock buried to the hilt in her and with her so tight against him, he couldn't reach anything but her ass and her tail. He placed one hand on her plump flank, squeezing it intensely as he endured his orgasm to his best ability. The other hand gripped her flank, pulling her tail in such a sensual way that her already immense screams found a higher pitch, echoing in the room around them as it only made his cum pump into her faster.

Every spurt that came out was so deep that it pushed even further into her core, making her moan and writhe in ecstasy with every new wave. Her spasming, sputtering, and gushing lust made it clear as day she was enduring an orgasms of her own. Her mind felt like it was breaking, shattering from the sheer pleasure her nerves were alight with. Just like Anon, it surpassed anything within reason, a climax beyond imagination. Her legs twitched, her eyes rolled back, and she could only helplessly scream nonsense as thought temporarily escaped her. She was being claimed, conquered, and flooded with the greatest gift she could ever possibly conceive. Logic was drowned out in the sea of cum flooding her deepest depths, her most precious chamber being besieged by the most perfect cock she could ever fathom.

His climax was unending, their orgasms feeling like they were to last a small eternity. It filled her so completely, so thoroughly, that she couldn't hold back either. With his final pump, she came again, her pussy tightening around him even more as she felt her juices gush all over him. A third climax struck her, then a forth, each gush of cum filling her ushering forth another orgasm that sundered her sanity more and more. Her moans were feral, her body convulsing and her hindlegs twitching around Anon's hips. Every spurt that came out of her splattered onto his groin and the floor, soaking the panties that laid below. The air was permeated in their musk, the sound of clapping and moaning unending, a perfect display of the intensity of their embrace.

Anon felt it all in that moment as he came. The way the soft fat of her flanks rested against his crotch, the way he buried his dick so deep into Fauna's depths, the way his balls emptied their load into her womb, every single detail was so vivid and raw. It felt like he was experiencing every sense he could think of, clocked up to eleven. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, that was, if he ever did.

Yet, even with the sheer intensity of their releases, they couldn’t spend an eternity going insane with pleasure. As their orgasms eventually faded, they were left panting and gasping for breath. Anon slowly withdrew himself from Fauna's still-twitching pussy, unsheathing and leaving a trail of white liquid oozing from her folds as it dripped down her hindlegs and onto the floor. Anon’s dick was still hard as a rock, and his balls still felt like they somehow could offer a bit more, but he knew he needed to rest.

Fauna, meanwhile, gently collapsed on the ground, her legs giving out as she lay on her belly. A gush of cum spurted from her depths as her bloated gut felt the pressure of her weight, the sheer volume of seed within her making her look near gravid. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was wheezing hard, as if she could barely breathe. She was a mess, a happy one at that, with her mane tangled and soaked, her uniform and lingerie drenched and stained in their combined fluids, and her face red and flushed with exertion.

But she was happy, happier than she's been in a long time. And so was he. Out of any mare he got to fuck, he fucked her—and it was such a perfect match it made his heart swoon. Similar feelings resided in her, a smile slowly spreading across her muzzle as the situation dawned upon her.

"That - nngh - was a-amazing," she sighed with a contented look on her face. "I don't t-think I've ever done anything like that" She snickered weakly to herself as she glanced back at Anon, who stood over her with an equally content grin on his own face. “Talk about - haa - good first dates…”

She shakily stood up, unable to keep her stance as she reached out for him, her hoof trembling slightly. Anon was quick to react, lunging out as she began to fall forward, thankfully moving with enough swiftness to catch her and hold her close.

"Seeing as I closed the place..." She trotted towards the end of the room with Anon’s assistance, where a makeshift bed, probably meant for pets, lay. "You can stay the night, if you want." She smirked at him as she settled herself down onto it. "I'm sure we have plenty more things to discuss, don't you think?" She took a moment to glance at his cock, raising a brow. “Huh, I feel a bit more in control. Not that that’s going to change much~”

The way she purred the last part, it was clear what she was hinting at.

She shakily laid back on the bed, clearly inviting Anon to follow her. She didn't need to ask him, though, as he tailed right behind her, making sure to eye the product of his work closely.The bed itself was small, but they both fit on it. They were pressed up against each other, with Anon lying on top of her. Her chest pressed against his chest, and he couldn't help but feel his heart racing as he stared into her eyes.

"You did mention the Princess wanting a report on any findings at dinner" Fauna said as she closed her eyes and embraced him, shuddering as she felt his hands grope her flanks. “And I’ve got one heck of a report to share…” She snickered, a mischievous look in her gaze. “I may even have a suggestion or two for her~”

Anon peered through the luxurious door, opening it as careful as he could. Even if he had been given a personal invitation by Celestia to visit her, he had never been to this part of the palace before, let alone her chamber.

The room was huge, bigger than any bedroom he had ever seen before. It was decorated with expensive paintings and furniture that looked far too fancy, and it made his jaw drop. This was definitely her bedroom, or at least, her most lavish one. It certainly reeked of royalty, and was deserving of a figure as prominent and important as Celestia herself. He was sure Luna had a similar one, but this one certainly screamed Princess of the Sun to him.

As he continued to enter the room and take in the sight, he saw what was probably the most opulent bed he’d ever witnessed. He could see the outline of it, the covers, and pillows looking so soft that it looked like you could sink into them and never want to leave. He couldn't help but wonder if this was where the Princess slept every night. He knew he’d gleefully find rest on it, probably wouldn’t ever want to leave at that too, but despite that thought she wasn't on the bed—nor was she anywhere he could see.

He looked around some more in an attempt to find her. The room was so spacious that it felt like he was exploring a museum. It had high ceilings, red carpets, and large windows that allowed a beautiful view of Canterlot. But despite how pretty the room looked, there was no sign of her. For a moment he thought he had gone to the wrong room, a hint of panic entering him as thoughts of being trespassed or tackled by the royal guard ran through his mind. Entering the Princess’ chambers without permission was certainly a high punishment, and he was not looking to be on the receiving end of one.

"Oh, there you are~”

He froze in place. The sound of a regal, sultry voice echoing in his ears made a shiver run down his spine. There was authority in that voice, but a gentleness he knew full well. The lustful undertone it carried was familiar, but the sheer weight it held sent a jolt of arousal to his groin. With his attention now drawn to the sound of Celestia's voice, he slowly turned to the source and spotted her sitting on an exquisitely decorated couch.

But the couch wasn’t what caught his eye, far from it. Even with how divine it was in design, what lay upon it outshone it a thousand times over. Celestia glanced back at him, and upon seeing her, his heart sank in quite a similar way it did when he saw Fauna in her lingerie.

Celestia herself was wearing a set of red lingerie that hugged her body in all the right ways. Her flanks were thick as could be, some of the biggest in Equestria by far, and the lingerie she adorned certainly helped that fact. They hugged her curves, showing off just how fat her asscheeks were, squishing her pillowy derriere in such ways it made Anon’s knees weak. Her wings were slightly spread, and her dock also wrapped in red fabric, keeping her tail up perfectly. But unlike Fauna, who had a pair of panties on when he had seen her, Celestia's lower parts were completely exposed, showing off her lips and ponut. A trail of arousal dripped from her winking snatch, her asshole pulsing with desire as well. She swayed her hips from side to side, adding a very noticeable jiggle to her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I got your marefriend’s permission, dear,” she cooed, licking her lips.

She arched her back further, thrusting her flank back. Her cheeks connected with a resounding clap, making Anon’s heart skip a beat. He was frozen in place, watching the way her lingerie made her flanks all the more alluring. Her marehood winked furiously, speaking silent volumes of the sheer desire she was containing behind that regal gaze of her.

"Come here," Celestia cooed, beckoning him with a hoof. "Dr. Fauna gave me quite the report…" She sharpened her gaze, a twinkle of mischief lighting up those pools of authority she had. “And she gave me many good suggestions~”