Females are Crazy

Sun dawned on a classic English morning. No, not raining, for once, but a summery one, where the rains had washed the world overnight and left the air clean and sparkling. Spider webs were framed in the sunbeams, dew glistening on them. Grass and nettles stirred in the back field as they warmed, while a few cows gently grazed on the water-fattened greenery. Birds had been hurling themselves out into the high treetops to rapturously welcome in the day.

It would have been perfect, really, if she wasn't in the mood to remember that all of those delightful, melodious birds were saying, in bird, 'I'm horny, and my chest can puff up!' or 'Bugger off, this is my tree!' In fact the entire morning ritual they went through was just a better sounding, constant argument with the neighbours.

The fact that she was seeing this morning from the wrong side, again, didn't help her mood any.

Charlotte sat back and stretched, feeling the cold that came an hour or so after a warm afterglow, and straightened her shirt. Another week, another fiction finished and posted. And another session of slightly frantic self gratification when both her own writing, and that of her peers, got too much. It had gotten to the point, months ago to be honest, that she actually kept a towel hanging from her desk drawer so she didn't make a mess of her faux-leather chair.

She pulled at her shirt again, noticing that she'd left drool stains from holding it in her teeth. Her towel bunched up underneath her was making the top of her thighs feel numb, in a bad way, and her bare feet were cold with only a thin pair of underwear between one ankle and the floor.

With a sigh, she went for a shower.

* * *

Anybody that could hear, and there were a couple of them, her singing in the shower through the new copper piping of her apartment thought she had a lovely voice, although they were sure that they'd never heard the songs before. The woman from downstairs harboured the belief that Char was a songwriter, and should go on X-Factor or Britain's Got Talent, but never said as much to her, since nobody really had spoken to Char since she moved in.

The girl was a little bit of a... recluse, you could say. Her neighbors knew she lived there, and plenty of the single men in the row of houses-made-into-flats had tried, and ultimately failed, to even get her to do more than exchange pleasantries.

As always happens, rumours of her occupation, night life, secrets and so on spread around for the first year or so, but now that they were three years down the line Char's retiring nature was just as commonplace as anybody else's comings and goings.

It always seemed a shame, to the lady downstairs, that the poor girl never brought a man home with her. Or even a woman, since that was what her own grandaughter was into these days.

She must be lonely.

* * *

Dressed in a fresh t-shirt and panties, this time with her fluffy purple slippers to keep her feet warm, Char found herself sitting back down at her desk again, cup of strong tea in hand and a reheated shop-bought croissant ready to scarf down as she watched her profile page to see who'd commented on her recent attempt.

She found it kind of amazing, she'd picked up this fandom two years ago when it first started, and over time her love of the show turned into a love of the community, and then evolved into a rather specific strain of the following.

Char counted herself among the ranks of the cloppers. Every day she hurried home from her mediocre Tesco's job to lose herself in writing, reading and enjoying erotic fictions, art and animations of colourful ponies.

Three years away from her parents, choosing a job over further education because she'd hated every second of school, and only now did she finally feel grateful for both. Here in her apartment she had total freedom. With a better-than-minimum-wage job, no need to run a car or take out loans, or pay off debts, she was able to get exactly what she wanted.

And right now, that was ponies. My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic.

She had a row of pony toys on her shelf, all of the ones available in England (which was shockingly lacking compared to the US, the episodes still aren't available on iTunes if you have a UK address, for crying out loud), and hanging at one end of her closet was the Twilight Sparkle cosplay outfit, the one that Tara wore, she'd ordered a matching one at a rather depressing hit to her wallet.

And in its own box in the corner of the same closet was a pink and black mottled toy of the other variety that she liked to call Mac.

Yep, she was obsessed, she admitted it. Season three had still to come out, and she was just waiting for the new story arc so she could fit some more scenarios into her fiction, and some new characters too, not to mention all the artwork that gave her the inspiration for both her fiction and her fantasies.

Clicking through the tumblr-verse left her lurking around for a few more messages from the fiction sites, to see if any more people had commented or faved her stories.

And then... what?

Something happened, something... she could never remember after. All she had in her head was a glimpse of something dark in her peripheral vision, before her head jerked forward and hurt like hell.

* * *

Waking up was... not painful in the slightest. Huh?

Her eyes cracked open a little and found that they could go no further, something soft was pressed against them. Raising a hand, she found she couldn't do that either. Her right wrist was restrained by something equally soft, but heavier.

Starting to panic, she tried to concentrate on the rest of her body, to see if anything could move at all. She was lying down, it felt like a bed. Her feet were able to wiggle, but her knees and thighs had heavy bands over them, on the other side of a thick blanket, both her arms were caught at the wrist and her chest, under her breasts, had another band that also served to hold down the tops of her arms. Her head was okay, but she was blindfolded and her mouth was very dry.

There was a noise from nearby, and a sharp series of sounds, like high-heels on tiles, "Is..." She coughed from her dry throat, "Is someone there?"

"Hush, dear, don't try to talk." The voice was calm, comforting and female, which was a bit of a relief when you're a panicked girl tied to a bed, "You're in the hospital. You seem to have had a very bad time before we found you."

More walking about, it sounded like two women, and her bed shook as a buzzing started, she found her head being lifted upwards as the bed began to raise her top half up into a sitting position. "I've got a glass of water here, do you feel up to drinking?"

Char nodded and opened her mouth slightly, the rim of a glass pressed to her lower lip, tipped, and a trickle of cold, clean water made her world a thousand times better.

After two swallows, it moved away, and she found that she could actually attempt to talk. "Thankyou. Why am I tied down? And why can't I see?"

There was a pause, "You were very badly injured, my dear, if you'd moved while you were unconscious, or under surgery, you could have hurt yourself even worse. And I can still see the bruising around your eyes, even with the bandages on."

Oh, she thought, well then.

"Dear, I have to ask, did you see who did this to you?"

"Who?" She thought about it, she hadn't had an accident, something hurt her... "No, just a dark shape in the corner of my eye, something hit me in the head, then everything hurt."

"I see. Now, you took a bad blow to the head, several actually, at the very least a serious concussion, this can sometimes result in short term memory loss or mild amnesia. What can you remember?"

She thought about it... Uh... Oh thank heaven, everything was still there. Name, age, home, year, parents, ponies... everything! "No, I'm fine there, I can remember everything about myself, and where I live, things like that. That's a good thing, right?"

"That's very good news indeed. With that, I think we can see to releasing you tomorrow. Thanks to the bed rest, you're mostly healed already." There was movement at her side, and she felt the bands over her body slacken one by one, "I'm taking off the restraints now that you're awake, try moving a little, see if you're numb anywhere or if something still feels painful."

She rubbed her wrists in relief as her arms were freed, and drew her legs up a little to feel if the joints hurt. Feeling nothing wrong, she put her hands up to the blindfold.

"Oh, no, dear, one moment, let me get the lights. You've not opened your eyes in nearly a week, we don't want to damage them." So Char held herself steady while the nurse clacked across the floor in those shoes that made her sound like she was two people.

A moment later, she could feel the difference through her eyelids as the lights dimmed and the sound of curtains being pulled pushed them into cool darkness. The nurse returned and tenderly, ever-so-gently, began to unwind the bandage from Char's eyes.

"Now my dear, I'll need you to keep your eyes closed for a few seconds, I'm just going to put a couple of drops onto the lids. Let that soak in and then we'll try opening them."

Char nodded and leaned her head back a little, she'd had bad results with sun-powered head-shots in the morning before, so she knew just how much being blinded by light could be. Two drops of liquid fell on each closed eyelid, she felt them slide into her eyelashes, and worried that they'd hold onto the moisture given that they were quite long. Soon though, she felt like somebody had oiled the surface of her eyeballs, like they'd been teflon coated for anti-stick, like -

"I can see that feels better already, why don't you try opening them."

She did, slowly, head tilted to the ceiling. The light was low, and her eyes no longer felt sleepy, or ached from long-term sleep, and the entire affair was completely painless.

"Very good, now, look down at me dear, so I can see if there's any lasting effects."

Smiling now, feeling great, Char looked back down at her carer.

And stopped.

She blinked, hard. Her eyes darted around the dim room, and she struggled to bring them back to the nurse. And... finally... she said two words that she thought she'd never get to utter in the same context. Ever.

"Nurse... Redheart?"

* * *

How do you deal with the impossible? Hell... that's a good question. What made it worse for her was that this had been a dream of hers for the last year. Literally and figuratively. The idea of somehow arriving in the once place her imagination had obsessed over for so long was so vivid and desired in her mind that actually achieving it was like... like... a meltdown.

More thoughts flashed through her head in those next few seconds, more emotions, more... wild theories and hopeless dreams, than had crossed it in the last half a year combined.

But here, in front of her, was a pony straight out of the cartoon show she loved, milk white with a cute little nurse's cap, a red cross on her flank, her cutie mark, and her pink mane done up in a practical bun, while her pink tail swished gently side-to-side as she reacted to a stranger knowing her name.

"Oh, you know me? I'm sorry to say that I don't feel I remember you, I'd certainly remember a creature quite so unique as yourself."

"I, uh... yes. Or I've seen you before." Char explained, dazed and still reeling a little.

"Well it's nice to meet you at last, what's your name, dear?" The white pony asked.

"Charlotte." She replied, wonderingly now as the idea began to sink in, "Charlotte Lilley." This was either a really good hallucination, a really good prank, or she really was in Equestria right now. "Can I try looking outside?"

"Of course, my dear, but gently. Let's try a little more light." Her hooves click-clopped, Char's mind made her hear the difference between hooves and high-heels, to the window on her right to gently lift the curtain. It let in a shaft of warm, summery sunshine that cut through the dimness of the room and hit the floor in a puddle of gold.

It was bright, but she didn't have to squint to see it, and gave Redheart a nod to go a little further. Soon the entire window was opened and Char could see out into a world that took her breath away.

In the bright light of day two things became immediately apparent, the first was that everything had outlines. Seriously, as if everything was vector artwork, outlines on the window frame, just a shade darker than the actual wood, outlines on the trees and houses outside, an outline ran around Redheart, defining her curves, and there was even an outline around her own hands when she looked down at them.

"I'm really here, aren't I?" She asked, carefully, almost to herself.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm really in... Equestria?"

"Of course you are, dear, where else would you be?"

Char paused, but decided to come out with it, "Somewhere that thought Equestria was imaginary."

"Really? Dear, you certainly have been through a lot." Redheart returned to her side and passed her back the glass of water. Char took it, realising that she really was thirsty again.

"I come from a world where Equestria was a place that people made up and told stories of, we... we... I always wanted to get here somehow." Her voice was stronger now, the feeling spreading through her gut was bubbling up through her now. "And now I wake up here, and even though I'm in hospital, I'm just so... I'm so happy!"

And with that, she laughed, throwing her arms around her surprised nurse, and kissed her square on the lips. It didn't even occur to her, as she released the mare's lips and hugged her tight, that this was a completely ridiculous thing to have done, or that it might have made Redheart uncomfortable, she was so happy she didn't even care that she'd just casually violated personal space in an extreme way.

"Y-yes, well," Redheart blushed, straightening her cap self-consciously, "that's very nice, dear, but I should go and get your paperwork."

"Oh, sorry." She blushed, guiltily, "I couldn't resist, hugging a pony is one of the very first things I wanted to do when I got here."

"And kissing?" The mare said, surprisingly archly as she stepped back.

Another, much deeper blush, "Well, not so soon..."

This got a laugh from the pink-maned mare and Redheart trotted out the door to make good on her desire to fetch paperwork. Though she silently berated herself for doing it, Char watched the mare's flank all the way there.

* * *

"No, you may not. Miss Charlotte is still in recovery, she is not to have visitors until I say so, and I say no." Redheart's firm voice got louder as she opened the door and stepped through, obviously keeping somebody out... somepony... that was a switch...

And then an all-too-familiar voice answered her, "But if I could just-"

"No!" And the nurse shut the door on her. "I'm very sorry, but she can be very insistent."

"Was that, I mean, was she Twilight Sparkle?"

"You certainly seem to know who we are, dear, but yes, apparently it was one of her friends who found you and brought you here. She's been quite insistent on being able to either meet you or study you, I can't tell which."

"And I'm willing to bet she's written to the Princess already, hasn't she?"

"Of course, nearly every day this week." Redheart placed a clipboard and quill onto her patient's lap, "Feel up to answering a few questions? I did promise Twilight that she'd get a copy of this for her studies, which is why I've included an extra set of questions we don't usually ask."

"Sure, that shouldn't be too hard." Well, apart from the quill, never used one of these before...

Redheart sat back on a chair while Char began ticking off questions as fast as she could. Old habits of test taking made her not think about the answers she knew and only spend a few moments on answers she didn't, to come back to those when she'd done the rest.

"Let's see... Name... age... species... sex, yes please, I mean... female..." She cringed a little and avoided Redheart's eye, "Mane colour... tail colour, not applicable... cutie mark, same..." So far so good. A few more complicated ones like 'reason for admission to hospital' she had to ask her nurse for specifics, because she didn't know. And as for 'place of birth' she decided to be completely honest again, putting down her full place of birth, adding in the extra lines 'England, Planet Earth' in a kind of frank fashion that nearly made her giggle.

Soon enough she was done and Redheart left her alone again. This time Char found that she berated herself less for watching, and she swore that this time those hips were wiggling far more than before. Maybe actually saying 'yes please' on that form before putting 'female' had caught her eye?

Wishful thinking Char, wishful thinking.

* * *

"And to your knowledge you have no diseases, communicable or otherwise, pre-existing from your transition here?"

She sighed, "No, I don't."

"Great!" The purple unicorn grinned, ticking off the bottom of her scroll, "And that's it for your screening. At least, I hope that's it, this is the first time I've had to screen a creature from another universe for entry into ours. Maybe I should-"

"Twilight!" Char interrupted her, it was about the fourth time she'd had to on one of Twilight's rambles, "I think you got it all."

"Oh," She looked sheepish, surprisingly easy for a pony to do, "I guess you must be tired."

"No, just in need of some fresh air. I've been lying here a day and a half now, and I've not even seen more than what's outside that window."

"Really?" She seemed confused, "I guess that's right."

"It is, and Redheart said that I was free to go whenever we were finished answering questions." She paused, to let this idea sink in. "That was yesterday afternoon, Twilight."

The adorable little thing blushed so hard Char thought the flush would colour her mane too, "I've been going like this all night?"

"No, you fell asleep sometime last night, but when you woke up again you carried right on as if nothing happened."

"I... No I didn't!" She gasped, "I'd never do something so unprofessional during an interview!"

For her counter argument, Char leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek, "You're cute when you snore." She giggled.

Twilight gasped for words for a moment or two, blushing to the base of her neck, and eventually fizzled out like a deflating balloon, head hanging down to her hooves. Char managed to contain her giggles long enough to lift the embarrassed equine's head up again, but dissolved herself when she couldn't keep a straight face.

"You are one of the most adorkable things in the world, aren't you?" She chuckled, "I can't wait to see how far that blush will go next time." And she finished off with a deliberate wink to get her meaning across.

"I should..." Twilight mastered herself with a visible effort, "I should let myself out. You're obviously in good health and no threat to anypony, so I'll just... go and... I think I'll... yeah. Goodbye Charlotte."

"Until next time, Twilight." Char smirked back, and Twilight practically fled, slipping past Redheart on her way out as if the nurse had been waiting for a while.

"Well then, that took more time than even her friends thought it would." The pink maned pony giggled a little, "I think Rainbow Dash won about twenty bits from that, her bet was 'longer than anypony else bets' at least."

She trotted happily up to the side of the bed and smiled encouragingly at her patient, "Now, what do you say to getting up and having a walk around? Test those limbs of yours out?"

"Ab-so-lutely." Char enthused, pulling the sheets away and swinging her legs out, setting bare feet on the cool tiles, breasts swinging a little too hard from her haste. Wait... One hand snatched the sheets back, the other pressed them to her body and she went scarlet in a way that put Twilight's earlier blush to shame.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Clothes dear?" Redheart's confusion spelled embarrassing doom.

"My species wear clothes... all the time." Char tried to explain,

"Oh, I see, so you had some before?"

"Yes, it's a... a, uh, what's the word? Oh, a social taboo to not wear clothes around others, only a few places consider it acceptable not to."

"I'm sorry, dear, when they brought you in here, you weren't wearing any. Needless to say, the extent of your injuries made us quite glad that you didn't have them, it would have wasted time in discovering what parts of you were vital and in danger. And even with that, the injuries themselves... it's just a miracle that you've managed to heal with so few scars."

"Scars? I..." Distracted from clothes entirely now, Char peeled away the thin sheets and examined herself carefully. But before she could move too much, Redheart extended a hoof to show her.

"You have one across here," She drew the hoof down Char's arm, and the girl could see pale skin in a sharp curve under her shoulder muscles, a flush of warmth came from where that smooth hoof touched her flesh, "and another here." the hoof slid down onto the top of her thigh where a thick, short wound had left a white area of raised flesh, leaving a tingling sensation as it passed, "And there's this one... here."

Redheart's eyes were fixed on the final scar, as her hoof gently pushed the sheet aside and pressed on the soft curve of the top of Char's left breast. Sure enough, looking down, the girl found that there was another scar there, the same shape as the one on her thigh, right over her heart. Redheart's hoof was sending little tingles through the sensitive skin, a small ring of warmth on her breast as the pony nurse put just enough pressure on the skin to stop the girl's breathing from moving it.

Without thinking about it too much, Char brought her hand up too, placing it along the side of Redheart's face, cradling the cheek lightly. The gesture brought Redheart's eyes up to meet her own, and Char was caught again by what had drawn her to these colourful, pastel ponies in the first place, those big, adorable eyes.

There was confusion in there, she saw, uncertainty as to what was quite happening. So Char decided to make things clear, because this was the most intimate moment she'd shared with another being, perhaps ever in this sense, and she wasn't going to let it slip away. Reaching a little further, Char's fingers found the white ribbon keeping Redheart's mane in the tight bun, and slowly pulled it free, letting the soft pink mane flow down onto the white shoulders in loose waves.

For Redheart's part, the conversation had been normal enough, but something had been nagging at her about the looks the human had sent her way. Ever since that kiss yesterday, her lips had been warm, as if remembering it, and that time she'd caught the girl staring a hole into her flank... But then came that moment of panic, the human clutching the sheets to her body on realising she was naked... and something clicked; this wasn't quite a patient here anymore, she was something a little more. She couldn't say what had driven her to actually touch Char's skin when pointing out the scars on it, but her hoof had just... slid across it... like fine fabric.

And then the scar right on Char's chest, she knew perfectly well what she was doing. She'd been there when the doctor was examining the human's anatomy, and she knew exactly what the cleanly rounded mounds were, but she placed her hoof right there anyway, feeling the warmth of Char's skin, the beat of her heart, the swell of her breathing and the fine tremors that her touch seemed to cause.

What confused her most was how good it felt when Char's hand cupped her cheek so gently. It sent more of those tingles through her, like the tremors from under her hoof, so she looked up to see a warmth in her patient's eyes, and... desire. Whatever this was that she was doing, Char seemed to want it just as much. And all doubt was blown away as she felt that warm hand slip the ribbon from her mane.

A soft, but enthusiastic lunge closed the gap between them and she placed her first kiss on Char's lips, her cap falling free and forgotten to the floor.

The kiss lit the fire in Char's body and mind, and she reached for Redheart like a drowning woman clings to a life raft. She pulled the white pony to her, lifting her under the shoulders until the nurse's hooves stood on the bed on either side of the human's hips. Soft underbelly rubbed up against smooth skin, while Char clung onto Redheart's neck as their kiss deepened.

They broke with an explosive gasp for air, staring into each other's eyes, but didn't say anything, simply panting and soaking up the warmth from each other's bodies.

Finally, Char pulled in again for an embrace, relishing that sensation of smooth, soft fur on her chest and stomach, whispering into the nurse's twitching ear, "You have no idea how much I've wanted this..." It was a breath, low and gentle, and it revved Redheart's motor like nothing else.

She brought her hooves up and shoved, sending Char sprawling back onto the bed, feet still hanging over the side, and pinned her down at the shoulders. With a wicked smile, the overheating nurse placed another kiss on her patient's lips, and kept going. She traced a line of kisses down the jaw line and into the sensitive skin of Char's neck, feeling the flutter of her pulse, burying her muzzle into the messy bed-hair. As she did, she felt the human's hands running through her mane, ten points of contact, firm yet supple, kneading into her neck and shoulders. A kiss was placed on the back of her ear as Char's mouth roved free as well.

Char let her hands wander, feeling the wonderful sensation of Redheart's coat under her fingers, wanting to tease her, caress her, make this mare feel the same thrill she felt whenever that coat moved against her skin. She could feel the blood warming in her crotch, the familiar sensation that was half itch to scratch, half tingle as moisture began to seep slowly into her folds. She had to know if she could make Redheart feel the same, and she let her hands wonder even further, reaching down to clasp her flanks, squeezing the tensing haunches and trying to work her fingers further.

She felt the tickle of hair against one hand and couldn't take flying blind anymore, she craned her neck to see past her lover's shoulders only to see a waterfall of pink tail falling over her fore-arm. Redheart had lifted her tail so far it was falling next to the mare's hips, spilling in pink waves down over her cutie mark. Char, under the spell of this naughty nurse, reached a little farther, higher, and grasped the base of that lifted tail, holding it as high as it could go.

Her reward was a gasping moan from the mare, who buried her face into the side of Char's neck until she ran out of breath. When she pulled back at last, her pale blue eyes were glazed and unfocussed. Shakily, she pushed herself up on her front legs, then clambered fully onto the bed on top of her human lover. The source of the shakes very much evident as she turned around, leaving a trail of droplets from her leaking nethers.

The sight of Redheart turning, lifting her tail and then presenting her with a sopping wet pair of plump, lower lips, so ready for her that they were spreading slightly of their own accord, nearly blew her mind.

Char grabbed the base of her tail again and pulled, collapsing her lover's back legs on top of her and nearly smushing her face into the gleaming folds. The scent was musky, heady, needy and Char couldn't believe that her lover was just as aroused as she was. Well, probably more if she'd underestimated how sensitive a mare's tail could be...

She took advantage of Redheart's distraction to get the first shot in, a long, slow press of her tongue all the way from the bottom of that glistening valley to the top. The white legs kicked slightly, but Char's hand around her tail seemed to be holding some kind of power over her lover, because apart from that she barely shifted. She did it again, feeling the damp fur parting under her tongue, first one side, then the other, not yet dipping into the pink, but it was obvious that such simple foreplay was long gone and the mare was ready for anything and everything else Char wanted to do to her.

That's when Char felt the ridiculously amazing sensation of her lover's tongue, the long, flexible organ slurped down her own lips and practically thrashed against her slit, lashing back and forth.

She decided to play her favourite game, the typewriter. Her one and only boyfriend had taught her this when he'd introduced her to an open minded girl. Had he not left her for that girl, she wouldn't have had anything against her, ever, for the tricks she could pull with her tongue. Taking her free hand, she snaked it under her moaning lover's body and pressed up against the mound beneath her snatch. The fur was a little fuzzier there, almost downy, and there... there, was the roots of her clit. Not the button itself, but the place where that bundle of nerves was connected to the rest of the body, and she immediately began massaging it with her thumb.

It wasn't as sensitive as the tip, but the root was a whole mess of sensations at once. What she really wanted to do was get both hands in and attack that spot from both sides while she sucked away like a baby at a teat, but sadly her right hand was busy making Redheart shiver with playful tugs on the base of her tail. So, the Typewriter it was.

She swirled her tongue like a brush and wrote a capital 'I', then followed with a 'w', 'i', two 'l's and so on, sending a message, if Redheart was playing along. At the end of the line, she left off her brushing and latched her lips onto the large and twitching clit at the bottom of her view, sucking hard and lashing it with her tongue as she rubbed furiously at the root of it with her thumb before releasing it with a pop. That was the 'carriage return', type a sentence, hit the button, zzzip ping! Start again.

The concentration on this was the only thing keeping her from going insane from what Redheart was doing to her in return. The white muzzle was entrenched in her hips, hooves had hauled her legs up high and spread them wide, exposing the dripping flesh completely, and that tongue... it made every girl she'd ever fooled around with seem like a total amateur. It was thick, it was long, the top was so rough while the underside so slick and moist.

Faced with a completely smooth, barring a small patch of thin thatching, gleaming slit, the pony was entranced for a few moments. She had seen, but tried not to look for decency's sake, when she'd cleaned and re-bandaged the human's injuries while she was under her care, but now all the possibilities were literally laid bare before her.

Her tongue was easily long enough to cover the entire length, she used the top on the way down, flicked off the end, and the smooth underside on the way back up. Well, until Char started doing that thing to her, the one that made her want to buck and squirm and cum like a fountain, but then cooled again by the rhythmic tugs to her tail and the return to the strange patterns she was drawing. After that, she wanted to step up and take charge again, so she delved deeper, tongue probing, searching and finding anywhere that made the human's legs kick.

She licked until the flesh was practically lathered, swishing over every bump and crevice until she decided to try something else; driving her tongue as deep as she could inside her enthusiastic lover. The cleft devoured whole inches of her tongue, the thick scents of her arousal flooding out, drenching her muzzle and being greedily lapped up and swallowed, only for her tongue to delve again, writhing as she tried to taste everything she could inside those hot depths.

But then she did it again, her tongue stopped, her digit pressed in, her hand tugged at her tail, and that talented mouth attacked her clit like it wanted to suck it clean off. With her tongue still buried inches deep into her lover's folds, she did the only thing she could think of; locking her lips to keep her mouth in place, she thrust her hoof in under her chin to shake and fondle the small button that the human had.

Screaming into spasms, they came. Juddering, twitching, messily, they came.

* * *

Curled up with a pony to cuddle to her chest, Char felt that nothing could be more perfect, but already self doubt was prodding at her. You just came from a pony. You just gave oral to a pony.

This was Equestria, a land where the creators, or at least the creators of the series, had excluded pretty much all kinds of sexuality. There were only three confirmed cases of ponies in love. The Cakes, with kids no less, Cadance and Shining, happily newly-wed, and Caramel and his girlfriend, from that song in Hearts and Hooves day, and they had just been talking. As much as anybody might poke at Rainbow Dash's tomboy streak and suggest she was a lesbian, there was nothing to that, they didn't put anything about it in the show. The same with every other character.

And she'd just had epic sex with one of them. Was this... allowed? She'd long ago come to the conclusion that this wasn't beastiality, so no sense of shame there, but maybe... innocence lost? Yeah, that was where the guilt came from.

"We shouldn't have done that..." Redheart muttered into her chest.

"Probably not." Char agreed with her.

"You're my patient, it was totally unprofessional of me."

"Is that all?" Char replied, a little relieved, "I thought you meant because I'm not a pony."

"No, why would that even matter?"

"Oh, no, it just would matter back where I'm from. We don't have any other species we can do this with outside of our own. Every other one is just... an animal, y'know? So coming here... meeting a creature like you... is just amazing."

"There's no ponies there?"

"Not like the ones here. Just... domesticated animals."

"Oh... that's a little sad, actually."

"We think you ponies are imaginary, remember?"

"You said that, but..."

"Don't worry about it. I'm here in Equestria now, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it." She said with conviction.

"Well obviously. I haven't done something like that in... far too long."

"We should do it again sometime then."

Redheart paused for a bit, "Maybe." Char smiled, "Apart from Miss Sparkle, a lot of ponies are going to be trying to get to understand you and get to know you, you're a totally new species, they say, and that's going to take a lot of time to settle down."

"You're right. Still..." She planted a kiss on her lover's brow, which got a smile out of her, before they pulled apart and started to straighten up the bed. Redheart let her do up the bun once again before putting her cap into place, and in return brushed out Char's noticeably dishevelled hair.

Feeling both brushing and afterglow was delicious, and Redheart left her with a kiss and a mention of looking for some clothes for her.