GAMA

by Charles Wolfe

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 9147

Gentleman And Mares Spinoff

Spinoff of Demon Eyes Laharl's Gentleman For Mares. We follow a boy named Henry, who is trying to get money for his family. Hearing of GAMA, he goes out in search of employment. The Gentlemen And Mares Assosoiation, gives him the job. This is Henry's story.

NOTE: Mature humor, mild language and suggestive situations may show up

EDIT: Universe is basicallly G4M's. Only one difference, this comapny shows up instead of the other one.
Chapter three is now up. I'm getting better at describing things so let's hope you all enjoy this enstalment of GAMA.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-14 22:51:17 UTC

First Job

"Henry! Henry, get down here! You've got a job!" my handler shouts up to me.

"Hold on, Diamond! I'm getting dressed! You mares are so touchy when it comes to your workers..." I call back.

I stretch and climb out of my bed. I straighten out the sheets and blanket, along with the pillow and walk over to my dresser near the door. I slide open the top drawer and take out a fresh pair of underwear.

"Thermals or no thermals?" I ponder aloud.

"I said get down here! Do you not listen to me?" shouts, stopping me from making a decision.

"No, Diamond Necklace, I don't listen to you."

I run through the rest of my clothes, a black dress shirt, black slacks, grey and black socks. I slip off the clothes I wore the day before and slip on my uniform- there is not actual dress code, it's just what I usually wear to school. My door flies open just as I'm about to take care of my hair.

"What is taking you so long?" she whines in exasperation.

I stick my tongue out at the mare. She looks much like Fluttershy, but has a blue coat. Her mane and tail are the same though. Maybe the wings on Diamond are a little bit larger but nothing drastic. I have a thing for meeting pegasi for some reason.

"I need to do my hair. Do you want me walking around with this hair?" I ask, pointing to my wild, long and brown hair.

"John Travolta," she calls me after the actor, "Always slicking your hair back."

"Shut up!" I shout playfully, walking to the small washroom.

I wet my hair, toss gel in it and grab a comb. I slide it backwards through my hair, flattening the near-Afro I have. My handler and friend comes over and checks me out.

"Lookin' good," she tells me, "Lookin' good."

She turns away and starts to walk out when I jump on her back.

"Hey! Get off!" she screams, trying to buck me.

I release and fall to the floor, laughing. When I stand back up she kicks me as hard as she can, knocking the wind out of me.

"Don't ever do that again. You are supposed to be civilized, aren't you?"

I wheeze, trying to reply. She walks over and picks me up. With her support, I hobble to the door.

"Sorry," is all I can say, "But I thought we were good friends. I didn't think you would have minded so much. I won't do it again and that's a pinkie promise...never mind, you have no pinkies!"

"Oh, whatever! Just try to be less playful, okay? You need to use that brain of yours; think before you act," she says in the wisest voice she can muster.

I keep a straight face and reply that I will as we walk down the stairs of the hotel-like apartment complex. It's fairly big; about the size of the castle in Canterlot. Most of it is bright red but there are a few swatches of brown and orange here and there. Halfway down the spiraling stairs on the right side of the building, I spot a large chariot near the sidewalk of the complex. The wide open staircase give me a full view of it and all its glory.

"Are we riding in that?" I whisper, even though there's no one else around.

"Yes, the client has given it to us to use for the night. Isn't that generous?"

We hit the bottom and I fly over and look it up and down; it is the nicest thing I've ever had the opportunity to ride in. Necklace opens the door and hops in. I follow. The door shuts and I feel us lurch forward as we start our journey. A small window on the door and opposite it give us some light, which I look out.  I'm so caught up in the moment that I don't hear my the conversation Diamond is trying to have with me. I feel a hoof slap the back of my head and I look at her.

"What did you do that for?!" I cry indignantly.

"Are you not interested in whom your first client shall be?" she asks in a serious tone.

"Yeah, I do. Who is it? That DJ? Her roommate? Those spa mares? Maybe that cute school teacher?" I ask, rambling off names.

She shakes her head and laughs. I look at her with confusion.

"None of them," she says, leaning close to me, "I'm your first lay!"

She jumps on me and I scream. She pins my arms and legs down before I can use them to get her off of me. Her face gets real close to mine and she puckers her lips for a kiss.

"You cannot do this! It is against the rules! Section B, part A, Rule 13.2 clearly states that 'No handler may use thier worker, no matter the circumstance'! You'll lose your job!" I shout, trying to trick her.

"They can't fire me before we do anything sweetie..." she whispers sensually.

I turn my head away.

"Please don't do this to me."

She takes her hooves off of me and sits back down, laughing like a maniac.

"Oh! You should have seen your face! It was priceless!" she squeals.

Note to self: never play with her again. She's an evil little bitch.

"I thought you were supposed to be the nicest one they had there, turns I was wrong and they lied. Now tell me who I'm stuck with," I grunt in anger. "So I can be ready."

"For that tone, you don't get to know."

She sends me a smug smile and I ignore her for much of the ride as a result. I peek out a window and watch as the houses of Ponyville disappear and the large Everfree comes into view. I hear Diamond start muttering to herself about hoping she doesn't die. I smile, knowing that all ponies are terrified of the Everfree.

I turn and look her in the face, her bottom lip quivering slightly, her hooves running over themselves, her eyes darting back and forth. I look at the rest of her and see she's shaking live San Francisco during an earthquake.

"What's so scary about the Everfree?" I ask.

The look I receive tells me she thinks I'm a madman.

"Nopony knows what is inside of the Everfree. There are beasts galore, that we know. Plants with unknown abilities, we know for sure," she whimpers tensely.

"Would you like to tell me who I'm about to meet?" I interrogate, sensing she's weak. "I don't want to go in there and find out it's some kind of evil beast."

"Oh, of course. We're on our way to see Zecora."

She clamps her hoof over her mouth, but too late. I giggle in triumph and look out the window at the passing trees. The carriage lurches to a stop and I nearly fall out of my seat. I pop the door open and jump to the ground. I give her a reassuring look but she doesn't seem any better.

"Go ahead! Go knock on the door and do your job!" she yells in a whisper as she closes the door and asks them to take her back as fast as possible.

They head off to the city we came from and I turn and face the house. I steel myself and walk towards the door.

TO BE CONTINUED

Zecora

I shiver slightly as I walk the short distance to her house.

"Should have put on the thermals," I mutter. "Shoulda, woulda, coulda..."

At the door I knock thrice. A soft thud is heard each time and I wonder what type of wood the thing is made of. Before I can scroll through any possibilities, the door swings open and I'm hit by a warm, moist air.

"Whew! Like a sauna in there!" I gasp, voice sounding dull in the thick air.

"Get in here!" a voice rasps.

I scurry in and shut the door behind me, starting to sweat under my hoodie.

Maybe I shouldn't have put this on... I grumble in my mind.

"So you are my Gentleman...you seem young."

"I am told that fairly often. Zecora, is it?"

A small laugh ensues and I feel my face turn red. A zebra, most likely Zecora, step through the mist. She is about the same size as most ponies and reaches to the top of my chest. I watch her eyes study my body slowly, measuredly. I glance about her home and spot tribal masks, odd paintings, instruments of unknow origin and a large couldron near the middle of the room. I see a bed off to the side, through another doorway.

"What do they call you?" she asks.

"Oh, they call me Henry. I'd rather be called by my stage name: Lightning," I explain, "I doubt you care either way."

She looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes. She walks toward me and I let her. One of her hooves touches my face; it's soft and warm. I reach up and stroke the fur on it.

"I shall call you Lightning. I hired you because you are not like the others.They told me about others and every Gentleman I was told about had an air of arrogance about them. Then they told me about you. You, you do not have that. You feel...I do not know what it is. More like a mix of things. That is why you only do whatever you feel like on this day."

"Wait, what?" I exclaim. "What do you mean by that?"

"I do not have the need for a Gentleman. I sensed you were different and wondered why. There seems to be something about you that I cannot quite figure out. if you'd like to talk about your background, you may. Or you could do what Gentlemen are supposed to do and...please me." she says in a caring voice.

"Can we sit?" I ask, looking for chairs or even a couch.

"Yes. Let us sit. The chairs are behind that statue," she says, pointing to a piece with the head of an eagle and the body of an Earth.

I walk over, grab them and set them near the couldron. She grabs a spoon and stirs the contents of the pot; a soupy, green liquid.

"What is that?" I ask, staring at the curious thing.

She smiles and stops stirring. She grabs two bowls from nowhere and hands one to me. I look between her and the bowl before she points at the pot. I slap myself in the head and pour some of the stuff into my bowl. The aroma wafts to my nose and I nearly faint on the spot.

"This smells like....like...." I take another sinff before finishing. "It smells like Ocimum basilicum, Cymbopogon citratus, Petroselinum and Thymus!"

"Correct! You even know the scientific names of basil, lemongrass, parsley and thyme! Quite the intelligent one you are."

"Oh no, not really," I mutter, disliking the praise. "I just have picked up a few things. Not truely that intelligent."

She chuckles and pours herself some of the food and takes a small sip. I mock her and drink some it in and instantly feel my tastebuds go crazy. The many wonderful flavors hitting me at once-savory, sweet, salty- nearly cause me to cry out in amazement.

"Seems that you are modest as well. You have the traits of a true Gentleman."

I look away and swallow. I do my best to ignore the words that, even though true, I feel like should not be said about me.

"Zecora, I am just a run-of-the-mill human. I am nothing special at all. Maybe I can do a few things more than average, but nothing exceptional."

I feel a hoof touch my shoulder and I turn back to her. Her eyes glisten with what I think are tears. I lean down and hug her, hoping to be forgiven.  I don't know why but I feel that it is my fault she is crying. I feel that disagreeing has made her sad somehow.

"I know that you are not. You, you are quite special. I can feel something around you, an aura of sorts, and it is unlike any one I have sensed before. Yours is more of a...combination. I feel modesty, honesty, kindness, loyalty and strength."

"Aren't you supposed to speak in rhyme?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"I do sometimes. Where I am from, we sang often and very quickly, rhymes were incorperated in every conversation. Most of my people speak that way even now. I learned how they speak here and can do it myself. I rather enjoy to toy with them by speaking in rhyme. They hold me in high esteem so they think this is how all wise ones talk. Would you rather have me speak in rhyme?" she explains.

I shake my head, showing I am content with her English. She nods back and sips her soup. Her eyes study me closely once again and I give a look of question. I gulp down the rest of my soup and continue loking at her.

"I like your stripes." I say dumbly. "Very pretty."

She holds in a laugh fairly visibly as she chokes down the soup she nearly spits out. I slap myself in the face, realizing just how dumb I must have sounded to her.

"Now I understand!" she shouts. "You have never laid in bed with another! You show no arrogance because you've never done it before!"

I blush hard and look away. She laughs like a maniac at me, driving me further into depression. I feel like my heart is being torn out and that my soul is being destroyed with every gaffaw.

"I knew it! I was doubtful at first, but I knew it! I ask you, why have you not slept with a mare before? Do you not have one to love? Are you afraid to?"

Her prods turn me around.

"Because no one likes me. They all hate me."

"How could they hate you? You are modest, smart, strong of mind, loyal and kind. Hm...much like the Elements of Harmony."

My head snaps up at the mention of the six items.

"What?" I say, looking directly at her.

"I said you are not unlike the Elements of Harmony. Do you know what they are?"

I belch out a laugh.

"The Elements of Harmony are held by Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack and Rarity. They are Kindness, Magic, Loyalty, Laughter, Honesty and Genrerosity. They have defeated Discord and Nightmare Moon with them. How could I not know?" I spit, naming the most important things about the group.

I see her draw back and look at me in awe.

"Not any human knows so much about the Elements. How is your knowledge so expansive?"

I search my mind for a plausible lie. I think, think hard of a lie. Nothing comes to mind and I give up.

"Do I have to tell you?"

"No, you do not. As I said, this is the night for you, do whatever you wish."

"Are you sure you don't need a Gentleman?" I question, concerned.

"I do not. But you could if you wanted..."

She stands up and turns her rear to me. I stare at it breifly and look away.

"No thanks. Please don't make me."

"Okay," she says, turning back around. "For not doing your job, you get a small tip."

She leaves the room and comes back with a large pouch. She tosses it to me and I catch it, staring at the contents.

"Hey! This is alot of bits!" I screech, counting out over three hundred of the small coins.

"I have plenty, as I said, they hold me in high esteem and bring me gifts. If you are tired, we can rest. It is nearly noon now."

I peek outside and realize the sun is high in the sky.

How did I not notice? I wonder for a minute second.

"If you decide to join me, do not hesitate."

She walks off into her room and shuts the door. I hear muffled sounds and tiptoe over and put my ear on the door to listen.

"Quite the Gentleman he is...yes, he is still here...no, we did not...of course I did...he will be, I know that." I hear her mumble.

Who could she be talking to? Wait, is she on a phone?

I step away from the door quietly and sit down in my seat. I stand back up and nearly stomp over to the room, making sure I'm heard. I push the door open slowly and see she lays under a blanket I did not notice before. The bed is alos larger than it looked from the main room. I guesstimate that about three Alicorns could fit on that bed with plenty of room to stretch their wings. I slide over to the bed and get on, staying on the edge. I feel the bed shift and I roll towards the center. I stop myself before I hit Zecora.

"Oh, sorry." I say, scooting away.

"'Tis quite alright. I rather dislike sleeping alone. I miss being back home..."

I see tears well up in her eyes and I grab her again. I feel fur against my neck and rub it softly. I hear her gasp quietly and I start to stroke the rest of her upper body. I run my fingers along her neck, feeeling blood pump through the vessels. I slide them across the long mane that stretches down it, feeling and hearing her moan.

"Don't worry, I'll be here." I whisper in her ear.

I reach down to her back and rub it up and down. Her fur is fine and softer than silk. I smile and use my other hand to stroke her face. She twists her lips to toutch my cheek and I feel them grow hot.

"I...c-changed my mind. P-please do me..." she whimpers.

"Okay Zecora, I will."

I slowly take off my hoodies, pants, shirt, socks and shoes. My underwear sits on me like a barrier for the mare, who eyes them with disdain. She bends her neck and yanks them down jerkily. My dick flops down, not hard in the least.

"I'll have to do something about that!" she groans.

Her tongue darts out and licks at it. Over and over her toungue touches it and wets it up. I stop her and she looks up, her eyes pleading.

"Don't rush it Zecora, it would be no fun if you did." I say as I hold her.

I run my fingers up and down the sides of her body, making her shake in absolute happiness. Each didget is spread apart, lightly flattening her fur. I smile, knowing how nice it mist be feeling. When I stop, she gives me a dirty look.

"Don't worry, I'm about to make it all better..."I tell her as I lay on my back and lift her rear over my face.

"W-w-what are you about to do?" she ponders?

I answer her by slipping my tongue betwen her folds. She cries out as I start working it around inside of her cunt. Her juices trail down my chin and over my neck, onto the bed beneath us. Her walls are tight over my tongue even though I am just at the threshold of her vag. I slide in all the way and start moving the mouth muscle at high speed.

"AHHHH! YES! OH, YES!" she screams.

Before long, she starts to spasm. I feel juices squirt my face as her body goes limp. Pants come from the worn out Zebra who I take off of my mouth.

"You came pretty quick, but you enjoyed every second of it, didn't you?" I ask slyly.

She nods in response, unable to talk.

"Should I go now? Or do you want me to stay?" I ask.

"You....you've done your job...you can go whenever you please..." she pants out.

"Before I go," I start, getting dressed again, "Who were you talking too earlier? I heard you talking rather loudly and just uh...it nagged me a little bit."

Maybe it's a lie. I prefer to call it "stretching the truth" a little. Much nicer phrase.

"Tw-Twilight Sparkle...she s-saw you come here and w-wondered who you were. I told her you're a Gentleman and sh-she said she's thinking of hiring one...reccommended you..." she gets out between bursts of breath.

"Oh, thank you! Maybe I'll have another customer soon!" I shout in glee.

"D-don't be so sure. She has to keep up an image, being the Princess' student." she informs me, finally catching wind.

I hang my head as I finish getting dressed. I stand up to leave, but not before giving Zecora a long kiss on the lips. I leave the house, bits in hand, on my way back to Ponyville.

The Night of Twilight

As the city comes into view I spot the cottage where the great Fluttershy lives.Few things are on my mind as I chose to walk up to the door. I try to think what I'll say, what I'll do, how she'll react....so few questions that overwhelm me. I look myself over, checking to see if I have wrinkles clothes or maybe mussed hair. My hair is slight out of whack while my clothing is in near-mint condition. I run my fingers through my hair and flatten it to the best of my ability when I see a newspaper fly across my path. Abandoning all previous activity, I dash after it. Even sprinting the paper eludes me so I slow to a slightly hurried walk. Buildings which I do not know pass me by. Nearing the center of town I see some of the places that seem like home to me.

"The Sugarcube Corner! Wonderful! I could visit Pinkie! No...that might end badly. You know...it actually seems quiet. Where is everybody? Or as I SHOULD have said, everypony?" I call aloud as my eyes look about.

I run my eyes over the street, seeing litter of many origins, trash from both of the species that reside in the site of Ponyville. Very few ponies and humans walk the road and a slight chill runs down my spine in fear. As I give myself multiple reasons for the barren town I find a newspaper machine. I slip ten of the bits from my bag and slip them into the slot, pulling the door open. The paper is one written by both humans and ponies and is entitled "PAPD". It stands for "People And Ponies Daily" but most just use the abbreviation since it's easier to say. I peek at the screaming headline.

"Whoa.." I mutter as I read and re-read the words.

PRINCESS DEPRESSION?

I take my time, reading each word slowly to make sure the article is actually there and not some hallucination.

Is the Princess of the Night spiraling into depression? Several psychiatrists say so. What is the cause of this? Some think it is just hormones and it will pass but others have different opinions. Her sister, the great Princess Celestia believes that it is a possible return of the evil Nightmare Moon. "This is exactly how it started; she spirals into depression, the depression turns to anger and then the evil comes out. If this happens again, she will not return." Others have opinions that reach elsewhere. "Maybe she needs a Gentleman! My co-captain was pretty upset...then she got fucked big time. Ever since she's been flying high in the clouds! Literally and metaphorically! She was flying through that storm we had last week because she felt so invincible!" said Soarin' the Wonderbolt.

With so many opinions the truth is hard to find, but it seems more agree with the famous racer. Gentlemen from different companies and with different personalities have visited the castle in Canterlot in an attempt to cheer up the Princess but all have been turned away by the depressed mare. She insists on being left alone but it seem the onslaught won't cease. Other than the humans that have tried to care for the princess, stallions, and mares, around Equestria have showed up. Neither species seems to be able to please her. One human therapist says "Just give her time and the cause will appear. Although we are different species, we share a mentality. We are both sentient being and act upon our internal desires, urges, instincts and external conflicts. Whether her problem is the result of an inner battle of an outer feud, we shall take care of it."

Few have even gotten an audience with our lovely Nighttime guardian. One of these is the President of The United States of America. The two had a meeting of sorts. Barack Obama did his best to speak to her and did get feedback.

At that, the words end. I look about for more information and nearly cry. I calm down quickly when I see small text saying CONTINUED ON PAGE 6. I quickly flip to the page and see the rest of the article.

Luna told him about personal problems that, unfortunately, weren't released to the press. However, he did provide some of the conversation.The President asked "What's wrong? One with power like you should not feel this way." The Princess replied by saying "You'd never understand. Humans aren't immortal, I am. I go through things no pony or human could ever understand. I'm a Princess and have many responsibilities. You are a leader as well, but your government is much different than ours. This is an Egalitarian Society, you have a Democracy. Things are difficult for me. I was gone for over a thousand years, left behind on everything. I came back at last but everything had changed...true, it was not like the change that follows war; for most it wasn't at least. To me, it was the worst thing I had ever experienced." The President tells the he gave her a jealous look and laugh darkly. "Humans are littered with war. Killing upon killing. We survive, but at what cost? You may have had an internal war, but we have internal and external. I have men and women across the oceans and continents, fighting their own kind. I don't want war, but we have to fight or we'll have a repeat of history. Weaker races and species are always overtaken by the stronger and we won't let that happen to us. I know you have gone through Hell and back, Tartarus as you would say, but we have too. Listen here Luna, you need to cheer up, your people need you back the way you were. You might think your sister can cover, but she can't. She's not able to take care of day and night by herself. Get well, for me, please." He says he gave her a hug and left. He refuses to give any more insight to the events.

Equestria needs its Princess back soon. This article is a call to any human or pony that believes they can help her get back.

I drop the paper and look up towards the castle in a daze. I try to reason that it happens to everyone but I know Luna is too strong-willed for that. I scratch my head and look at the ground for a moment before checking my surroundings. I see the library where Twilight Sparkle stays and trot over quickly. Its door is fairly tall in comparison to the ones everywhere else; it reaches at least three feet above my head, which is already five feet ten inches above the ground. I knock gently and get an immediate answer.

"COME IN!"

I push the light-colored door open with ease and step inside. Books line every wall, every inch of the room. The combination of two worlds most likely ran her to grab books on humans as fast as possible so ponies could read up on their co-existers. The lavender mare is shelving books at an alarming rate with multiple branches of magic sprouting from her horn. I slid next to her and tap, gently, on her head. She twists back with tired eyes. Bags hang beneath her eyes, Crow's Feet streak across her face, lines cross her forehead. I gasp and feel a tear well up in my eye. I brush it away and ask what happened.

"So many books being checked out each day..ponies wanting to learn about you....I always wanted more ponies to come here but not this many...so many..." she replies in a near-whisper.

"Do you need help?" I ask rhetorically.

In her exhausted state, she doesn't realize my attitude and shake her head. I grab her shoulder and shake her. Her reaction does not even come as she keeps placing the books back in their places. Suddenly I'm hit by a realization.

Everyone is reading.

I let her go and smack her across the face. She looks stunned as the books all drop to the floor. Her head tilts up to look me in the eye. The one foot height I have on her disappears as I feel myself shrink, literally. My body gets smaller and smaller. I feel grinding and sloshing as I lose height. My body stops at five-point-nine inches tall. One of her hooves come up over my head and starts to plunge. I squeal for her not to crush me but it seems my please are inaudible.

"Please don't kill me Twilight! I'm sorry!" I yell as loud as my little lungs will allow.

Apparently the words reach her ears as he hoof stops just an inch above my head. It moves to the side and reveals a face of anger.

"Why shouldn't I kill you? You slapped me! Who do you think you are?!" she bellows.

I cover my ears in pain as the loud boom strikes my eardrums. I barely stand tall as the vibrations rock me vigorously. I hear a small chuckle come from the Unicorn as her hoof slams down next to me, bouncing me into the air several inches. Her head comes down and her teeth grip my shirt's collar as she lifts me into the air. I'm carried to a shelf that sits exactly at eye level with her where she drops me on my ass. I stand up quickly and brush myself off. I glance up but quickly avert my eyes so as not to anger her any further.

"I was trying to help. You look so tired...so exhausted...how long have you been up?" I whimper with my head down.

Her hard gaze softens as she realizes my intentions were pure. I feel myself tossed in the air and my internal organs start to squish and squirm against my bones as I grow. I feel a light tingle about my whole body as I slowly drop to the ground. At about three feet tall, my feet are on the ground and my head is near the bottom of Twilight's neck.

"Thirteen days. No sleep whatsoever since then. Look, I'm sorry about how I reacted earlier. I guess I'm not really myself right now." she admits.

I think I know what she needs... I mumble in my head as I reach my full height.

The pony circles me tightly, checking out my features, reading my body, studying. After about ten revolutions she comes to a stop in front of me. Her head tilts up to look into my eyes with question.

"Who are you? Did you come for a book on Equestria history?" she asks.

"I...well, I don't really know why I came here. I just got finished with a job and was on my way back to my place when I saw your library and came in. Honestly, I had no idea what I was going to do once I got in here." I give with a sheepish smile.

"Well, what work did you do? Are you some type of attorney? A therapist of some sort, perhaps?" she drills.

In my head I silently fight. Tell the truth or not? Lie or be honest? Be the Element of Honesty like AJ? With an inward sigh I feed her a little white lie.

"Yes, I am a therapist of sorts. If a pony has a problem, I take care of it."

She throws a frown out and I can tell she was reading me like a book. I look down and she nudges me with her head.

"Tell me the truth. Now." she demands.

Although it is against my gut feeling, I decide on telling her who I work for.

"I..I'm a Gentleman. You know, alternate species prostitute?"

She gasps and I give myself a well-deserved face-palm. I hear an odd sound from her and look down to see what's going on. She's on the floor, rolling in tears. Not tears of sadness, but tears of extreme laughter. I feel absolutely confused by her display and stand there, dumbfounded. Minutes that seem like hours pass as she slowly regains her composure.

"Oh, sweet Celestia...alternate species prostitute...humans just crack me up sometimes. All you had to say was you worked in the Gentleman business, I already know what you do. I've never used one before, not me, but I know that Pinkie Pie has. She has the cards of about thirty just sitting around...whorse." she adds with a snicker.

I gape at her language, not believing Twilight called her own friend a whorse. She sees my face and laughs. I throw my hands into the air and head for the door.

"Wait! Wait!" she calls after me.

Before I can turn around I feel her nudging me. I question her on what her desire is. When she tells me that she wants me for the night I look at her like she's crazy.

"Are you crazy?" I spit.

Oops. Big mistake. Her right eye twitches and her left eye stares into my soul with a passion of hate.

"What did you say?" she responds.

"N-n-nothing!" I gulp, trying to take back my comment.

"That's what I thought..." comes the reply as her face goes back to normal. "Now, do you get paid by the customer or by the company? Pinkie never talks about the methods of payment, only the sex."

I tell her the company pays us after the customer pays the company and that sometimes the customer also gives the Gentleman some extra cash. I watch her smile slightly and she rubs her nose against my groin.

"This will be a wonderful experiment...the effects of cross-species fucking on a young Unicorn mare, me of course. The best part? I don't have to worry about any repercussions like pregnancy or an STD...since we're different species."

I gulp loudly and she gives me a concerned look. She asks me what wrong and I tell her I'm still a virgin.

"So am I. It'll be the first time for both of us. But...I need some rest first.." she answers with a yawn.

I pat her head and peck her cheek before giving her a hug.

"You know...I've always dreamed about making love to you...looks like my dream will come true tonight. Um..speaking of tonight, can I leave and come back? I kinda had other plans...I need to go visit my family before Monday."

She nods, hikes up the stairs and leaves me alone. I open the front door, walk out and gently close it behind me. I see more people (and ponies) walking about as I leave. After a quick pit-stop at the Sugarcube Corner (I grab a couple cupcakes to take home), I start to walk towards the other end of the town, where the connection is between Earth and Equestria. It's a short walk, about twenty minutes and I'm there. Being connected directly to the east coast, I can walk right onto US soil...not after a run through a security checkpoint.

Built right over the connection of land masses is a structure with several armed human guards as well as Unicorns to check out the immigrants. Most of the beings going through the building are humans but there are a few ponies as well. Pegasi, Unicorns, a few Earths, not many of any of the types, however, maybe a total of twelve that I can see.

I sighs as I shuffle through the lines and get patted down by a guard and checked for anything illegal, get checked over my a Uni in case I'm enchanted, walk to a counter an exchange the remaining bits, two hundred sixteen to be exact, into American dollars.

"Here ya go, one hundred fifty-two dollars and eighteen cents." says a tall White man, handing me the money.

I swipe it from his hand an mutter a thanks. I walk away with a few things on my mind. I think about the money and wonder if they just pull random numbers out of their asses, ponder what I'm gonna do to Twilight when I get back, what I'll tell Dad and my lil' bro when I hit my house. When I step outside the building I see the beautiful town of Washington DC...through a portal-window. I look around for a Unicorn I can pay for a teleport to Cleveland and find one that looks fairly trustable. I walk to him and ask his price.

"Do you want to be dead or alive at the end of the ride?" he asks darkly.

I take a step back and he giggles.

"Just kidding." he says, his voice cheery and quite high-pitched. "I've always had a twisted sense of humor. But I charge low, only thirty dollars where you want to go."

"That's why I hate you guys, always reading our minds. Sometimes I feel so violated..." I grumble.

"I find it hilarious. And it's pretty helpful to know who has a crush on you, am I right Henry? That girl, Dashia, she's a fine one. She's got the hots for you so watch out. You didn't hear it from me."

I hand him the thirty for the spell and an extra twelve for the heads-up. I clutch my cupcakes close to my chest, a habit I still can't break, no matter how many teleports I do. Even though this is only my sixth bounce, it feels like my millionth and I start getting sick to my stomach as I think about what could happen. It's rare, but sometimes spells can go awry and people end up..well...different. Body parts missing, guts in the wrong place, just very nasty.

I give the stallion a thumbs up and his horn starts to glow. I feel my body start to separate but it's a numb feeling and I almost enjoy it. I try to smile at him but it feels weird and I stop. An instant later I pop up in front of my house. It's actually a top-bottom duplex apartment but...whatever. My house is on the bottom. I walk to the side door and slip my keys out of the mailbox, unlock the door and walk into the separating hallway. I twist around the door, shutting it behind me and pop the second door open.

"DAD! I'M HERE!" I shout, alerting my father to my presence.

"In here!" he shouts back from the den.

I walk into the room and see him on the couch, watching a movie. It's The Last Starfighter, one we've all seen many times. I look around for my little brother, Jovon. I find him in our bedroom, playing his PSP. I ignore him and sit down next to my Dad. I show him the cupcakes and he smiles. I grab out a red velvet one and he eats it, no hesitation. He gets up and pours himself some milk, me following and doing the same. I also going for some Hot Pockets that I toss in the microwave for five minutes. It dings and I yank it out, eating it with caution as it is still burning hot.

"So where have you been this weekend?" Dad asks me.

"Oh, at a few friends' houses, staying out of trouble. Like always. Jovon been acting up while I was gone?"

"Yeah, it's all he ever does. Just can't stop being an ass."

I laugh as we chat a little more and watch another movie, Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance. It's much better than the first and Nicholas Cage is fucking awesome with the dark aura surrounding him. And the color change that foreshadows the third movie?I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for it. I check the time and see it's nearly eight so I tell my family I'm leaving. We say good-bye and I take off at a quick pace, trying to find my friend.

"GAH!" I shout as I'm yanked into an alley.

Although it's dark in the alleyway with the low winter sun (it's pretty much gone from the sky at this point), I can see a Unicorn taller than I am. His black coat, mane and tail blend him in perfectly with the shadows. The only reason I don't try to attack is that I see the mark on his ass is a ghost.

"Shadow! Hey! You almost scared the shit outta me back there!" I squeak.

He laughs at my plight and smacks me across the head. The titanium horseshoes clash against my skull and draw blood but I don't feel any pain. I wipe the blood and hairs away from the spot while he heals it quickly.

"Sorry 'bout that. Not used to you weak humans yet. Same thing as always?"

"Eeyup." I reply.

"Big Mac wannabe." he comments.

"Don't make me kick your ass like I did last time." I warn.

Maybe I should back up a little so you can learn about how I met Shadow and why we're friends. Equestria showed up on Earth on Halloween/Nightmare Night. Shadow ditched instantly and came to Cleveland to terrorize everyone. He thought he'd get me but I saw him hide in the tree before I walked under it. He popped out and I yanked him down by his horn. He was terrified of me, thinking I was going to snap it off. I let it go and he hugged me. I told him to be careful who he tries to sneak up on. He disappeared but came back many times, every day to be true. He sold (and still does) sell marijuana. Some times we smoke together, some times we don't.

Yes, I know it's illegal, but I've done alot of illegal things before now so shut the fuck up. Smoking weed is nothing. I'm a thief. I've threatened to kill people. I've pulled knives on people. In short, I'm a psycho. This was diagnosed by a professional therapist who is...no long with us. (If you could see me, I'm smiling.)

We've kept a close connection, me and Shadow. He'll teleport me anywhere I need to...for a fee, even after sparing his life. But it's not really burning a hole in my pocket anyway. One time, he was a little in debt and tried to mug me. I had to beat him up pretty bad. He still has a scar running down his side from my blade.

Oh, that's another thing, I LOVE knives. I play with them all the time. Just so facinating. If you ever see me and think I'm easy prey, you better not even try it because I've probably got a knife on me. Ask Shadow. Okay, back to the story.

"Whoa.." he responds, backing up. "That damn thing still hurts when I walk around. What did you do to the blade? I can't fucking heal this thing!"

"Oh yeah, you enchanted it, remember? It won't ever let the wound heal completely, even with magic." I answer.

He slaps himself in the face and look back at me, pissed I tricked him into casting a spell on something for me. He does his teleportation spell before he can face any more embarrassment and I see I'm standing right in front of the library...again. It's my usual teleportation spot. I see the sun's gone from the sky and the moon is rising over the horizon. Stars litter the sky in various Equestrian constellations that I don't yet know.

I walk to the door of the library and see it's slightly ajar. I push it open and am hit by quite a sight. Twilight, pacing across the floor, has long stockings on, colored dark purple, darker than her own coat. Candles surround the room, giving it a romantic glow. She hears my entry and stops her pacing.

"Hello.." she says, turning to me. "Are you ready for the experiment?"

I gulp and don't answer. Being my first time having sex (maybe), I'm very uncertain what to do. Sure, I've read enough erotica, but it wasn't human x mare, only pony x pony. Well, there was that first-person Lyra story....but that was Lyra, this is Twilight Sparkle, student of Celestia, little brother of Shining Armor the Prince.

Wait, wouldn't that make her a Princess? I smile at the thought of her in royal trappings like Luna, looking so sexy but so regal at the same time. I run my eyes over Twilight, seeing similarities in the the two mares body structure. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Twilight was Luna's daughter. Now there's a clopfic I'd like to read...

I shake my head, rejecting the idea of an incest clopfic with two of my favorite ponies, but it seems Twilight thinks it was directed to her.

"Well, I'll help you get ready..." she whispers as she walks over to me, her eyes dirty.

I watch her walk right up next to me and stand on her hindlegs. Her head reaches up past mine and I hear the door behind me slam. Her hair hangs in front of her face lazily, carelessly. I tile my head up a little more so I can look directly into her eyes. I feel something brush my cheek and look over, it's her hoof. It's warm and soft...so soft. I see her smile and I check out why.

"You're so cute...Zecora told me you've never done this...you don't have to if you don't want to...well, yes you do, but I mean you don't have to use your dick. Oral is fine."

With this knowledge, I sigh. She sighs too, but not because she's happy. I see a tear fall from her eye and nearly faint. I brush the hair out of her face and cup my hand against her cheek.

"I'm just nervous...I want my first time to be special. I...you're supposed to do whatever you want, what I want doesn't matter. Our job is to please you. If you want it, I have to give it. I bend to your will." I admit with another sigh. "I wouldn't be bothered you're my first but there is one I want to be my first...but that's not possible. She'd turn me down instantly."

Her lips touch my lightly and we just stand there for a minute, kissing gently. I start running my fingers through her mane, making her whole body shake. I take a step forward and she steps back. I step again and so does she. I keep going 'till she's against the wall across from us. Well, bookcase, same difference basically.

I deepen our kiss and she accepts happily. Her legs start to wobble from the sustained use so I lift her off of the ground, letting her wrap her hindlegs around my mid-section. I nearly tip from her wieght but regain balance as I carefully walk away from the wall and up the stairs, our lips still locked.

The bedroom is at the end of the hall. I slide to it and enter, noticing there's no door. I twist, looking for her bed. When I find it, I lay her on it. Leaning into her I start feeling her teeth against my lips. Her mouth opens and I put my tongue inside, swapping spit with her. She pulls back and looks into my eyes.

"I-i-if you don't w-want t-t-to then d-d-don't. I-I-I'm a virgin too...I'm scared...um...Zecora didn't tell me your name. What is it?"

I tell her my name is Henry, but she can call me anything she wants. She decides to call me Twilight Armor...after her and her brother.

She gasps as I run my hands up and down her sides, sending electricity through her. She wraps me in an aura of her light purple magic and lifts me off of her. I watch slide back and sit upright. My body sets down on the bed, my mouth near her lower lips.

"Please...I want to know what it feels like." she begs.

Not wanting to let her down I lower my head and slip my tongue across her pussy's lips. She shrieks softly and bites her hoof to quiet herself. My torture continues as she tries not to scream and let neightbors hear her getting fucked. Although I'm worried about her teacher finding out and killing me and banishing her, I keep teasing the mare. After she starts to cry I slide my tongue deep into her vag, making her scream loud enough to wake up anyone not deep in sleep.

A hoof drops on the top of my head as I dig myself in as far as my face will let me. My hands free, I stroke her coat and rub her whole body. Moans escape as I continue playing with her on the multiple fronts. Each brush shakes her body, each lick brings her closer to orgasm. I myself have an erection harder than steel but I don't even try to please myself. Why should I? I'm tongue-fucking THE Twilight Sparkle.

I start to count away the seconds, seeing how long she lasts on her first time being fucked. After two hundred eighteen her pussy starts its contractions. She shrieks at an ear-piercing volume as I take my mouth away and replace it with a finger. I wipe the juices from my face with my other hand and lick them off. Tastes like grapes...

"SWEET CELESTIA! YES!" she screams as she shakes and bounces.

The double whammy increases the pleasure exponentially, making her call out louder than she ever had before. I feel her marehood squeezing around my digit. Her shrieks please me as I pull my hand away from her and let her ride out her orgasm. After a few minutes, she finally lays still, panting fast and hard.

"Th-thank you....thank you so much..." she gasps between pants.

"Anything for a princess." I reply.

"Huh?"

You see, her BBBFF married Princess Cadence a few months back, before humans showed up. When he married her, he became a prince. Through blood, she became a princess. I tell her this and she giggles.

"So..I'm a princess? I think I like that...but I'll never meet a stallion." she says before sighing. "Why would anybody want to marry an egghead like me? They probably think Celestia will show up all the time to check on me or something...why does everypony hate me?"

She starts to cry and I lift her off of the bed. I put her head against my chest and rub it softly. I whisper to her softly, doing my best to reassure her.

"Twilight, there are more people out there who love you than you could imagine. There are literally millions out there, wishing they could be your husband, wishing they could spend just one day with you, wanting so badly to make you happy. But they don't think dreams come true. You didn't think you'd ever have sex, but what just happened? True, I was only using my tonuge, but isn't that still sex? Do you know how many times I've dreamed of actually making love to you? Do you have any idea how many other guys would kill to be in this position right now? We all love you Twilight, you may not be the favorite of some, but we all still love you." I coo.

I hear her cries quiet as she pulls her head back, looking into my eyes. I see them glisten with the colors of the rising sun.

Wait, rising sun? HOLY SHIT! WE FUCKED ALL NIGHT LONG!

"T-T-Twilight? I'm sorry about this but I have to go." I cry.

"But...but why? Why can't you stay here with me? Why do you have to leave me here after you just made me so happy?" she whines.

"Okay, I haven't been fairly truthful. I'm only fifteen Twilight. I'm only a child. I have to get to school. If I don't make it, my Dad'll wonder where I was and he'll find out about my job as a Gentleman. If that happens, I'll lose my job and I can't have that. We're struggling and I'm trying to help out. And it's not like I won't ever be back, just call the agency. You can request me personally. Just call and ask for Harry or extention ninteen nighty-eight." I explain.

She looks at me in horror and hatred.

"You're a child? What is wrong with you? Are you some kind of pervert. fucking ponies just so you can go brag about it? I thought you would have been different from other humans but it looks like-"

I put my hand on her mouth, cutting her off.

"I have to do this Twilight, it's the only way I can make money. No place will hire me. Heck, I barely got in here. If it hadn't been for a fake ID and friends with voice talents, I wouldn't be here! Please Twilight, you have to believe me. I'm not like the rest of them...I'm sorry, I'm sorry...but I just had no other option!" I rant.

"Okay, I believe you. And forgive you. Where's your school? I'll send you right there?" she asks.

"It's John Marshall Ninth Grade Academy. But I smell like sex! I can't go to school like this." I reply.

I watch her cast a spell on the room and the smell of sex disappears. I touch my head and feel my hair slicked back. I stand up and straighten out my clothes that are looking neatly ironed.

"Hey Twilight? Can you do something about my dandruff?" I ask.

"Already did." she answers with a smile.

She opens up a portal, her horn glowing brightly. I give her a deep kiss as I step through the portal.