It was a bright and sunny weekend morning. Aloe turned the sign on the spa's front door from 'closed' to 'open'. Lotus looked over the spa appointment books. Hers and Aloe's were quite naturally filled. Beside their books was a lined notepad with 'Anon' written at the top. Since it was his first day, the list of ponies under it was quite naturally blank. But that was okay, he could handle the walk-ins.

At Fluttershy's insistence, Aloe and Lotus gave him a job interview. He gave them the best massage he could, based on what he knew. They were genuinely impressed with his skill, and after a day of minimal coaching, he'd developed a real talent for pony massage therapy. They were dubious of his success, and made it clear that because of their limited budget, he would be working purely on commission. He begrudgingly accepted. They gave him Massage Suite 3 (formerly the storage room) and wished him the best of luck.

The first customers of the day walked in, Lilly, Daisy, and Rose. It had been a long week of working at their floral booth in the Ponyville marketplace and they were ready to treat themselves to a little pampering. Lilly and Daisy had made appointments. Rose, however, had not.

Rose smiled weakly. "I was hoping to squeeze in myself as a walk-in with one of you."

Lotus frowned. "I'm afraid Aloe and I are booked for the entire day. But Anon is available." Lotus pointed at him standing at the far side of the spa. He had a towel draped over his arm as he stood beside the door to Suite 3.

Rose pursed her lips nervously. "Oh, the... um..."

"Human," Aloe answered as she helped Lilly and Daisy into their spa robes.

"I uh- I think I'll pass," Rose whispered quietly to spare his feelings. "Maybe I can make an appointment for later this-" Rose was nearly tackled as the front door flew open and a mint-green unicorn bounded inside.

"Is it true? Is he here!?" Lyra Heartstrings asked. Her eyes swept the room and locked onto the human, still standing by his suite, towel in arm. "Oh my gosh! Does he still have any availability!?" she asked excitedly.

"You would be his first client," Lotus said. "Would you like a-"

"Yes!" Lyra didn't even let Lotus finish speaking as she grabbed a robe from the rack and quickly trotted over to Anon. She grabbed one of his hands with her hooves and inspected it closely. She beamed at him with a wide grin and said, "I'm ready!"

"Um... okay?" Anon said, opening the door for her. She trotted inside and he followed her, closing the door behind him. Inside the suite, she turned and looked at him, seemingly enthralled with every single aspect of him.

Lyra's tail was wagging like an excited puppy. "So are you really going to massage me with your... your, um, paws?"

Anon chuckled. "They're called hands," he said, holding them up and turning them around for her to look at them.

"Haaanz," Lyra said, overly enunciating the word, as though she was chewing on it. "Haaands."

He wiggled his fingers and pointed at each of them. "Fingers."

"Feeengerrs."

"And yes," Anon continued, "I used to be a massage therapist in my world. Before I ended up here."

"What happened?" she asked as she climbed up onto the massage table.

"I'm not sure exactly," he said as he applied some massage oil to his hands. "I woke up one morning, got ready for work and went to my usual café to get a cup of coffee. But it was closed for renovations. So I went to the big chain coffee place." Anon shuddered at the memory of going to the big chain coffee place. You know which one.

Anon began by rubbing down her back. Lyra practically purred under his hands. The mare was more cat than equine. "Anyway, I waited in line and practiced reciting my order in my head. I could never seem to get it right. So I got up to the front of the line and said, 'Chai grande cappuccino frappuccino mochaccino Al Pachino latte vente klatu verrata necto... er something, something third riche-y...' I don't remember exactly what I said. But it made a portal open under my feet and I fell into this world."

Lyra turned her head to the side to look at him. "Wow. Then what happened?"

Anon started to focus on her shoulders and continued his tale. "Fluttershy found me wandering in the Everfree forest. And after a bit of culture shock regarding talking horses, I found that this world wasn't so different. The fact that you speak the same language as me helped. Fluttershy told me that I needed to get a job and eventually get my own place. And since I didn't want to keep being a mooch, I decided to get a job doing what I had always done; massage therapy."

"Yeah, but for ponies?" Lyra asked, curious, but not at all disappointed with his treatment of her so far.

Anon moved from the top of her shoulders to the midline of her back. "Well sure, it's ponies and not humans. But the basic architecture of shoulder muscles isn't that different between mammals. And after a crash course in pony muscular anatomy and kinesiology at Princess Twilight's Library, I applied for a job at the Ponyville Spa."

"You know Princess Twilight?" Lyra asked.

Anon shrugged as his hands moved back up her spine, working out the knots in her muscles. "I wouldn't say I know her. I met her a couple times. Once when Fluttershy first found me, and then when we visited her library."

"So you're living at Fluttershy's?" Lyra asked.

"Just until I can make enough to get my own place," Anon answered. "I don't want to be a mooch like her brother."

"I heard he became a 'mane therapist'," she said. "Do you know how to do that?"

"What even is that?" Anon asked.

"I think it's like a massage... for your head?" she guessed.

"I mean, I guess I could try, if you want," he said.

"Yes, please."

Anon wiped the massage oil from his hands on his towel and combed his fingers through her mane in short little scratching motions. Lyra's back curled and arched as she hummed in enjoyment. His fingers lightly grazed against her horn and she gasped. He had a cursory understanding that a unicorn's horn was sensitive, but he wasn't sure in what way.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to hit your horn."

"No, it's okay," Lyra said, shifting her legs a little. "You can keep massaging it."

"... It?" he asked.

Lyra blushed. "Yeah, I mean, like... yeah. It's okay if you touch it. You can rub it. Can you rub it a little bit?" she asked nervously.

"Um... okay?" Anon experimentally placed a single finger against the base of her horn and ran it up along its length, feeling the spiral ridges of it as he went. "Like this?"

"Mhmm," Lyra hummed as she chewed her lower lip. "You can... can you use more? Like, your whole, uh, hand?"

"Uh, I don't know..."

"I'll pay you triple!" Lyra blurted.

"Um, okay... like this?" Anon asked, wrapping his fingers around her horn.

"MHMM!" Lyra hummed excitedly. "Up and down?"

Anon was no stranger to the 'five knuckle shuffle'. And this was feeling dangerously familiar. But Aloe's voice echoed in his memory, "Remember Anon, the customer is always right!"

"Okay..." Anon started stroking the unicorn's horn, slowly at first, experimenting with different pressures, speeds, and distances of movement.

"Oh yes! Just like that!" Lyra moaned. Her legs rubbed together and her hooves pawed at the sheet covering the massage table. "K-keep going! J-just a little faster, just a little bit more..." Anon winced and braced himself, unsure of exactly what was going to happen.

Lyra's tail flagged straight up. "Yes! YES!" she cried out as a shower of sparks shot from the tip of her horn. They arced onto Anon's shirt, and splattered it with sparkling blotches before they evaporated into nothing. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted and flopped over onto her back. "That was the best- hornjob- in my entire life!" she said, breathlessly.

Anon nodded at the other end of the table. "Your... hind end seems to be... ahem, sweaty."

Lyra blushed and slinked off the table, nearly slipping in the puddle of 'sweat' she had made. Her shaky hooves tried to wipe it with her towel.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I just got a little... excited there. Bonny doesn't like using her mouth to do that, and she isn't very good at doing that with her hooves."

"Bonny?" Anon asked.

"Mmm, my wife," Lyra said.

"Oh? I hope she isn't going to have a problem with... this." Anon said.

Lyra gave him a goofy grin. "Oh, no, this doesn't count. It's just a massage, right?"

"I suppose so," he agreed.

"I love her. But it'd be nice to be able to have someone to vent to about married life, you know?" She licked her lips. "Massage therapy."

"I'm not sure that means what you think it means," Anon said.

Lyra smirked and reared up to put her hooves over his shoulders. She leaned in close to whisper to him, "Next time I'm in here, you can put your fingers anywhere you want." She nibbled on his ear lobe. "Anywhere." She dropped back down to all fours, walked around him, and flicked the underside of his chin with her tail. She grinned and wiggled her hips. "Hmm, I like yooou," she purred. "I can't wait to tell everypony about you."

"I appreciate the word-of-mouth advertising. Goodness knows I need it. But maybe not tell your wife about the... happy ending?" he cautioned. Lyra's coy expression didn't waver. She left a sizeable sum of bits on the counter before she turned to leave.

"Don't worry. I know exactly who to send to see you next!"

Roseluck sat in a chair in the Ponyville spa lobby while she waited for Lilly and Daisy to finish their appointments. She looked up from reading her magazine when Lyra Heartstrings walked out of Anon's massage suite and into the lobby.

Lyra looked like she was practically glowing. She had a goofy grin plastered across her face and she was walking askew like she'd had too much to drink. Behind her, Anon had just washed his hands and now stood in the doorway of his suite, toweling them dry.

"Are you waiting for me?" Anon asked Roseluck.

"No," Roseluck answered. "I was waiting for my sisters to finish, and then I was going to make an appointment."

Lyra cut in. "Oh you don't have to make an appointment. He's available now."

"Oh, no, I was going to-"

Lyra cut her off. "And he's amazing! You should get a mane massage!" She leaned in closer to Rose. Her voice was practically trembling as she whispered. "Amazing." Lyra looked back at Anon and winked before she left the spa.

Rose watched her leave and then looked at Anon, still unconvinced.

Anon leaned against the door frame and put the towel over his shoulder. "Look, I get it if you don't want a massage from the weird human. But I promise I don't bite." Roseluck pursed her lips. He could tell she was considering it after Lyra's glowing review. But she was still not sold on it. "I'll tell you what, give it a try, and if you don't like it, you don't have to pay a single bit."

Roseluck grumbled and put her magazine back in the waiting room caddy. "Fine. I suppose Princess Twilight wouldn't be letting you walk around town if you were dangerous."

"That's the spirit," Anon said. "I'm Anon, by the way. So what were you interested in doing today Ms...?"

"Roseluck," she introduced herself. "I usually get a hoof massage and a hooficure. But what was Lyra talking about when she said a mane massage?"

Anon looked at Roseluck. She was just an earth pony without a unicorn's horn to make things... weird. "It's exactly what it sounds like. A mane massage." Anon placed his fingers on top of his own head, simulating a massage.

Rose scratched the top of her head with her hoof. She considered giving it a try. "Maybe after. Hoofsies first." She trotted past him inside his suite and climbed up onto the massager table. He had taken a minute to wipe it down, sanitize, and replace with a fresh sheet after Lyra's... enjoyment.

She extended a hind leg back to him, expectantly. He grabbed the bar stool from the corner of his suite and sat beside the table. Aloe and Lotus gave him a crash course on hoof massage. It turned out that aside from a few minor details, a pony's hoof wasn't all that different from a foot, in terms of massaging.

She twitched slightly at his first contact. But his touch was firm yet gentle. He was able to rub the soft 'palm' of her hoof, the frog, without tickling her. He looked at the rose cutie mark on her flank.

"Gardener, I take it?" Anon asked.

"Hmm?" Roseluck asked, looking back at him. Anon nodded at her cutie mark. "Oh, no. I mean, sometimes. But my sister, Daisy is the one with the real green hoof."

"You mean green mane?" Anon asked. "Her hoof looked purple."

Rose rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."

Anon chuckled. "Yeah, I do. I was just being funny. So what do you do then?"

"I'm in charge of the floral booth in the Ponyville marketplace."

"Ah, I see." He pressed his thumbs into her frog and made small, circular motions, rubbing out all the stress of being of her hooves all day in the marketplace.

"Ooh, Lyra wasn't kidding," Roseluck said as she looked back at him. It was hard for her to see exactly what he was doing, but she could feel it. The fine dexterity of his fingers were able to precisely massage each small part of her hoof far better than even the skilled hooves of the other spa staff.

"I try my best," he said. "So you work with your sisters all day? That must be... nice?"

"Hmmf," Rose sighed.

"Is it not?"

"No, it is. Most of the time," Rose said. "But I see them all day at work, and then we all go home together and I see them all evening at home. And we go everywhere together."

"Like the spa?" he asked.

"And I love them but..."

"Sometimes you just need a break from them?"

"Yeah."

Anon shifted his seat over and started on her other hoof, giving it the same treatment before moving up to her pastern. Anon had learned that the homologous body structure of a hoof was like a human walking around on their tip-toes. The pastern was like the arch of the foot in that position. He gently rubbed the tendon, pressing and stretching it, relieving the tension there.

"It makes it hard to have a special somepony," Roseluck continued.

"To... date?" Anon asked.

She nodded. "Yeah. Like how am I supposed to bring somepony back to my house when my sisters are there? And I can't just kick them out. It's their home too."

"Well what about his place?" he asked.

"Well... it's complicated," she said. "Firstly, he doesn't really have a 'place'."

"What, is he a homeless bum?" he asked.

"No no! He's a doctor. But his place moves around."

"What, like a mobile home?" he asked.

"... Kind of?"

"What kind of doctor lives in a mobile home?"

"I... I'm actually not sure," Rose said. "There's a lot about him I still don't know. But that's not the biggest problem."

Anon rolled his eyes. "Oh boy, here we go. This is the part where you tell me he's married."

"No," Rose answered. "Well, not exactly. But he does have another companion. It makes it hard for him to make time for me."

"Mhmm." Anon switched back to the first hoof and moved up to the fetlock, which for a human on their tip-toes, would be the heel of the foot. Above that was the canon, or calf of the leg, and Achilles tendon. Rose's was tight as a piano wire. It took some doing to help it relax. "Well, if you're not enough of a priority to him, for him to make time for you, then you need to ask yourself if he's really worth the trouble."

"Oh, getting into trouble is something he excels at," she said with a wistful smile.

He finished up on massaging her canon. "You said you wanted a hooficure?"

"Mhmm," she acknowledged, only half paying attention with half-lidded eyes.

"Did you want that now or..." Anon said as he paused his massage, "or did you want me to keep going?" He was at the back of her hock, (kneecap). Any higher would have his hands on the back of her gaskin (thighs), and then after that was...

"You can go ahead and..." Rose had to catch herself and think clearly. "Uh, you can do my hooficure now, is what I mean."

"Alright." Anon slid his seat back and stood up. "Hop off and I'll incline the back of the table so you can sit." He helped Rose down and her legs wobbled like jelly. She stumbled and he caught her.

"Oh my goodness!" Rose gasped.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Anon asked.

"I- I feel amazing!" she said, steadying herself. Anon adjusted the table and he helped her back up to sit upright on it. He pulled open a drawer in the base of the table and took out the hooficure kit. He set it on the tool bench beside him and laid out what he needed. Her hooves were not too bad, so he eschewed the course file for the finer grade, bringing her hooves to a smooth edge, and then a mirror shine.

"What color did you want?" he asked, looking at the trays of hoof polish. "Just a clearcoat?"

"Rose," she said. Anon looked hopelessly at the endless shades of red. "Red 17," she added. Anon quickly found the bottle of light red with the number 17 on the cap. Applying hoof polish was more or less the same process as nail polish. Just more of it. He made long, smooth strokes, careful not to make streaks or bubbles. Soon all four of her hooves looked dazzling, the rose red matching that of her mane.

"Alright, make sure you give that several minutes to dry," Anon said.

"Yes, yes. I know," Rose said. For a moment they both just sat there. "So about that mane massage...?"

"Yes? Did you want to try it while you wait for your hooves to dry?" he asked.

"Sure. My hooves feel great, and they look even better. I'm curious to see how you can make my mane feel," she said, giving him a slightly-dubious smile.

Anon stood up and walked around behind her seat. He brushed his fingers through her mane a few times. Each time he pushed deeper into her hair until he reached her scalp and he started to gently rub. He gradually increased the rubbing to a proper massage, varying his pressure and gauging her reactions. He started in the midline, near the natural part in her mane and he worked his way out to either side.

Roseluck failed to stifle her moan when he reached the base of her ears.

"Is this... okay?" Anon asked. Roseluck made short little excited nods of her head. If ponies were anything like cats or dogs, then they must probably enjoy ear scratches, Anon reasoned. He started rubbing again, first behind her ears so as not to startle her again and then he worked his way closer. He started at the base of her ear and kept a close eye on her as he started gentle massaging up along the outer edge.

She was much larger than any cat he had ever met in person. But he could swear she was purring. But it was so deep, he didn't hear it, so much as he felt it. Like her whole body was vibrating at a sub-audible frequency. He ran his fingers up and down along the outer ridge of her ears, gently rolling the thin membrane between his fingers and his thumbs.

She started to squirm in her seat. Her purring didn't get any louder, but more intense. Anon realized that she wasn't purring or even vibrating. It was her leg shaking involuntarily as he rubbed her ears. Rose made some incomprehensible sounds. "B-ah bah gah..." Her brain had gone from that of a sapient horse to... pudding. She bit her lip to try to keep herself from moaning out loud. But she kept squirming in her seat as though her non-existent panties were in a bunch.

She put one hoof up to her face to help quiet herself, while her other hoof went... elsewhere. Her leg was shaking harder and faster to the point that Anon was certain it was about the fly right off of her in a moment.

"Let's check on how Anon is doing," Aloe said, opening the door. She shrieked, and then so did Lotus. Lilly and Daisy fainted behind them.

Anon jumped back from the noise, and Rose leaped off the chair in reflex. That was when Anon saw Roseluck, and why Aloe and Lotus had screamed. Rose looked like a murder victim. Without thinking, she had gotten her red hoof polish on herself and at a glance it looked like blood. And it became quite obvious just exactly where she had been touching herself. Rose caught her reflection in a mirror and screamed, herself. She knew it wasn't blood. But the hoof polish was going to be a nightmare to get out of her fur.

"Anon can, you get my next appointment while I help Rose?" Lotus yelled. She didn't wait for a response as she quickly escorted her to the shower room while Aloe scrambled to get them some hoof polish remover.

"If they'll have me," Anon grumbled. He walked over to the front desk and opened his ledger. Her wrote in Roseluck's name and then put in the amount next to her name. "Zero bits."

The door chimed, and he looked at the pony that had just walked in. Her eyes looked back at him.

Or, at least one of her eyes did.

A grey pegasus mare stood in the spa doorway. From under her pale-yellow mane, her amber eyes looked at Anon. Or, at least, one of them did. The other one was looking at... the magazine rack, maybe? The official emblem on her saddlebags told Anon that she was carrying-

"Mail!" she announced. She flapped her wings to loft over to where Anon was standing at the front desk. Her flight path took a wild twist and turn sending her sprawling onto the floor as she slid to a halt at the base of the front counter.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Anon asked, helping the pony to her hooves.

"I'm okay. I'm just overdue for a preening," she said. Her... more-behaved eye looked behind Anon. "Is Lotus here?"

"Oh, are you her next appointment...?" Anon flipped through Lotus's appointment book, "Mrs. Hooves?"

"Miss." she corrected. "But you can just call me Derpy. Everypony does."

"Your name is Derpy?" Anon asked. "What, did your father not like you?"

"I don't know. But my mother loves me!" she said, her endlessly-positive demeanor just as bubbly as her cutie mark. "You're Anon, right? The human?"

"Last time I checked."

"Fluttershy told me about you. You look exactly like what she described," she said.

"Um... thank you? I think?" Anon said. Derpy stood there for a minute, looking at him. And the clock. Lotus was usually quite punctual. It was unlike her to be running behind. "Oh, right, Lotus! She's running behind. She's uh, dealing with a... hoof-polish emergency."

"Oh." Derpy didn't frown, but her smile vanished. "Well, I don't have time to wait around." She gave her mail bag an emphatic shake. "Neither rain nor snow nor... crooked feathers, I guess." She turned to leave.

"Wait, a sec,"

"I can't wait," Derpy said. "I have all this mail to deliver today, and if I can't fly, it's going to take a lot longer."

"I could do it," Anon said. "I mean, I've never done it before, but I understand the process. And it certainly can't make your wings any worse." She seemed unsure. "It would be worth not having to get around on hoof, right?" he asked.

Derpy shuffled her hooves, visibly nervous around the human for the first time.

"But you're a stallion human, right?" she asked.

"You mean a male? Yes. Is that an issue?" he asked.

"I- well, I don't know. You're not a pony so... I guess not," she decided.

Anon wrote Derpy's name into his leger and led her into his spa suite. She shuffled off her mail bag and climbed up onto the bench, facing longwise with her back to him and she splayed out her wings.

He sat down next to her on the bench, straddling it with his legs and facing her. "So why don't you preen yourself?" Anon asked. "Fluttershy does it by herself."

"It's hard for me to see things that up close," she said. "I don't have very good depth perception."

"Oh. Right, right." Anon placed his palm against her back, between her scapula, establishing the contact as so not to startle her. Fluttershy had explained preening to Anon. She would regularly take time to check over her wings for old or damaged feathers and pull them out to make room for a new one to replace it. But it was something she always did herself.

He ran his hand up along the leading edge of her left wing. Her wing still twitched a bit at first. He felt along for any feathers that were damaged or misaligned. There were quite a few.

"Alright, so I'm just going to... pluck these out, alright?"

"Mhmm," Derpy said, acknowledging his words and bracing herself somewhat. He plucked the first feather that very obviously needed to be removed. "Ah!" Derpy said, in a sort of half-yelp, half-sigh.

"I'm sorry!" Anon apologized. "Did that hurt?"

"No- well, yes, but... Wow this really is your first time, huh?" Derpy asked.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"No, it's okay," Derpy said. "It does hurt a little, but that's normal. It really does feel better once it's out though. Like a bad tooth."

"I guess that makes sense," he agreed.

"The first one always gets me though," she said. "You can keep going."

"Okay."

"So I get to be your first?" Derpy asked. "That makes this kind of special, doesn't it?"

"Does it?" he asked.

Derpy turned her head a bit to try to look at the human sitting behind her. "N- no. Never mind." She sounded both disappointed and relieved.

Anon continued working. Plucking the next feather made Derpy hum a stifled noise. After that one she was able to keep herself quiet. The silence was a bit awkward.

Anon tried to break the tension. "So what do you like to do when you're not delivering mail?"

"Oh, my daughter takes up all my free time," Derpy said.

"Ah, yes. Being a parent is a full-time job isn't it?" he asked.

"It sure is," Derpy agreed.

"Does her father usually help with this?" Anon asked.

"Her father... isn't around," she said.

"Oh." Anon didn't know if that meant her father was dead, or simply out of the picture. But he knew that neither case was any of his business. He focused on what he was doing with her wing, giving a few suspicious feathers a light tug to check if they were ready. "That must be... challenging."

"Sometimes..." Derpy said. "But I get by with a little help from my friends. It's not like I'm alone."

"That's good to hear. Everybody needs somebody sometimes."

"Yeah..." she sighed.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No, it's just that... there is somepony I've been seeing."

"Oh? A special somepony?"

"No. Not yet. I'd like him to be. But..."

"But what?" he asked.

"I don't think he really sees me that way," she explained. "We're good friends. But I don't think he'll ever see me as more than just a companion. My mom would have loved to hear that I married a doctor, but I don't think he'll ever want to settle down."

"A doctor, huh?" Anon asked. "What kind?"

"He's... actually I don't know," she said, as though realizing it for the first time.

"I don't suppose he's the one that lives in the mobile home is he?"

Derpy laughed out loud. "I don't think I've ever heard anypony describe it that way! But yes, that's him. How do you know the doctor?"

"Oh, I don't, really," Anon said. "I've just heard about him. A little."

"He's nice," Derpy said. "But I need someone more stable."

"Phrasing."

"What?"

"Horse puns. Never mind." Anon had to really reach out to get the last few feathers at the tip of her wing. Derpy noticed this and backed up a bit closer to help him reach before he switched over to do the primary feathers on her other wing. She backed up a little closer. He didn't need to be as close, so he backed away a little, putting his back to the wall behind him.

With each pluck of feather, Derpy shifted on the bench just a tiny amount. It went unnoticed at first, until the dock of her tail bumped against his belt buckle. The sudden contact made her tail swish from one side of the bench to the other, smacking the underside of Anon's chin as it went. He looked down. The volume of her tail still covered her butt and now his lap.

"You're a little close," he said.

"It's okay," she said. Though it wasn't really her he was concerned about. He started to work as quickly as he could.

"Alright. All done!" he announced.

"You have to get the secondary feathers too," she said. She leaned forward and angled her wings to show him her feathers on the underside of her wing. She laid her head on her forehooves against the bench and waited.

It would just be more of the same work. Anon had become quite good at it, and worked as efficiently as he could. A few more errant feathers plucked and she had pushed herself back against his pants. He did not realize just how warm ponies were. Or rather, just how warm she was in a very localized, specific place. And the fact that she was pressing it against a very specific part of him.

"Almost done, almost done," he repeated out loud, mostly for himself, as he moved over to the other wing. She had practically pushed herself up onto his lap. Her hind legs were flexing from side to side like she was waiting for the little filly's room.

Lotus opened the door suddenly, "Anon, I'm so sorry I didn't realize I had scheduled a pree-" she gasped and covered her mouth, turning even pinker than her sister. "Oh my goodness!"

Derpy jumped off the bench and stumbled across the floor, looking just as flushed as Lotus. A string of words came rushing out of her mouth. "Thank-you-very-much-for-the-preening-Anon-I-feel-much-better-now-I-need-to-go-deliver-the-mail!" Derpy grabbed her mail bag and ran for the door, colliding with Roseluck. Roseluck, whose fur was now clean of hoof polish, looked at Derpy. For a moment, their eyes met, and everything else around them didn't matter.

"Derpy," Rose addressed.

"Rose," Derpy greeted. Neither were particularly cordial. Derpy continued toward the door, stopped at the last second, and ran back. She tossed a bag at Anon, "Keep the change!" she said before flying away. Anon wasn't sure exactly what had just happened. But Derpy's wings were clearly working better, and he got paid.

"Um... awkward turtle..." Anon said, making a goofy hand gesture to break the tension.

Roseluck blinked and looked at him. "Right, Anon," she said, grabbing her bag. "I just wanted to tell you that it was... it wasn't your fault that my hoof polish got... in my fur," she said. She moved away from Lotus to speak more quietly. "And your... mane massage was-" she trembled. "It was really good. I'll have to come back again some time. Just... without the polish." Rose gave him his rated pay and then left.

Anon felt a gentle breeze as the door opened. It gave him a slight chill. He realized that a particular spot that had been quite warm a couple minutes earlier was now cool, and damp.

Anon had made quite a bit of money for his first day. But as he walked home from work that evening, he couldn't help feel like it was... wrong .

Home was a small cottage on the edge of town, at the border of the Everfree Forest, where he had first appeared in this world. It belonged to the quiet yellow pegasus that found him in the forest and probably saved his life. He opened the door to the cottage and walked inside.

"How was your first day of work at the spa, Anon?" Fluttershy asked from her couch. She sipped her cup of tea as Anon kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket on the coat hook just inside the front door.

He looked at his hand. The one he had used to jerk off a unicorn's horn as a 'happy ending' massage earlier that day. He had washed it multiple times, but it still felt... dirty.

"It was... strange," Anon said as he looked at Fluttershy. She appeared concerned at the tone of his words. "Hey, does this world have... prostitutes?" he asked.

"Prostitutes?" she asked.

"It's- it's someone who has sex for money," he said, then quickly added, "N- not that I'm looking for one!"

"Oh. You mean like a stud?" she asked.

"What?"

"A stud. A stallion that mares pay to breed with them," Fluttershy explained.

Anon was dumbfounded. "... That's a thing?"

"Sure," she said, matter-of-factly. "I don't know if you've noticed, Anon, but the female-to-male ratio here is about nine to one. So... us girls have to share."

"But I've seen lots of married ponies. Mr. and Mrs. Cake, your parents-"

"Oh I know," Fluttershy said. "My mom is one of the lucky ones. Getting a stallion all to her own. But most mares may never marry, or end up becoming part of a herd."

"A herd?"

"Yeah. All married to the same stallion," Fluttershy explained. "But most mares are fine with being single mothers. But in order to have a foal..." She made an implying motion with her hoof. "... That's where a stud comes in."

"Phrasing."

"What?"

"Nothing... But how do you feel about... all that?" he asked.

She tilted her head slightly. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Anon rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, where I'm from, the women who do that... and guys too, I guess, they're... they're not highly regarded by society. In fact in most places it's illegal to have sex for money."

"But... but why?" Fluttershy asked. "Aren't they just providing a service like any other industry?"

"Well it's different for studs, isn't it?" he asked. "They're more like a... fertility service, right?"

Fluttershy blushed. "Well, sort of. But even if a mare isn't trying to have a foal, a stud is- it's still... nice."

"But isn't it a taboo, like, shameful to have sex for money?" he asked.

"Well, it's not like mares brag about renting a stud..." She smirked. "Unless they're giving a friend a recommendation."

"But I mean, for the stud," Anon said. "Isn't there shame in doing that for a job?"

"Oh not at all! Being a stud is one of the best things a stallion can aspire to be!"

"I... find it hard to disagree with that," Anon said. "But I mean, what does society think about a stallion being a stud?"

"They're practically heroes," Fluttershy said.

Anon raised a dubious eyebrow. "Heroes?"

"Maybe not like a Royal Guard. Although a lot of the guard do moonlight..."

"But heroes though?

"Sure! When the spring estrus sets in and every mare goes into heat, it's agony!" she said with the emphasis of experience. "Studs provide a vital service to all the mares that don't have a stallion of their own."

Anon looked at the calendar. The vernal equinox was just around the corner. It would explain a lot about what had been happening. "Wait, so how are we not waist-deep in foals then?" he asked.

Fluttershy playfully tussled Anon's hair with her wing. "Contraception potions, silly! We're not savages."

He chuckled. "It seems like you ponies have it all figured out."

Fluttershy trotted out of the living room and into the kitchen. "I'm going to get dinner started."

Anon caught his dim reflection in the window glass. Heroes huh? Anon thought as he struck a heroic pose.

He looked down at his hand.

It didn't seem as dirty as it felt before.

"Good morning Anon," Aloe said as she got the spa ready to open.

"Good morning, Aloe," he greeted as he put on his spa uniform. A white headband.

"Are you ready for your second day?" Lotus asked.

Anon washed his hands in the sink basin. He looked at them and then toweled them dry. "Yes. I am."

"I'm sure you will have more clients today," Aloe said. "They seemed like they really enjoyed your service yesterday!"

"I bet," Anon murmured.

"Lyra was practically glowing," Lotus added. "You must really have magic feelers!"

"Magic fingers," he corrected. "And thank you. I'm just doing what I can with what I've got."

Aloe turned the front door to 'open'. After a short while a couple of ponies came in with appointments. Anon waited on standby for any walk-ins, and minded the front counter while Aloe and Lotus worked. Afterwards, he would help out with any chores like sweeping. Without clients, he wasn't being paid. But it was always nice to be helpful to those you work with. And it made the day go by. Considering how much Lyra had given him the day before, he could stand to go a day or two without.

The bell of the spa door jingled. A black & white striped earth pony walked in wearing more bling than Mister T.

Anon greeted her, "Welcome to the Ponyville spa. How may I help ja?" he said, trying to imitate the spa twins' accent.

"Lyra suggested you for a good time, but I did not expect you conversing in rhyme," she replied.

"Ah, so you're the one Lyra told?" Anon asked.

She leaned to the side to look past him and make sure that they were alone. "I'm the one that she was keen on sending, to see about your... happy ending."

Anon grumbled and grabbed a pencil. "Name?"

"Zecora, spelled the zebra way, Z-E-C-O-R-A."

"Zebra. Right, that makes sense," Anon said, looking at her stripes. "What, uh, exactly did Lyra tell you?"

"She said that you have just the thing, to help me through the heat of spring."

It was clear to Anon that the zebra was speaking in rhyme. "Why are you talking like that? Are you doing a bit right now?"

"The only bits I'm keen to do, are the ones attached to you."

Anon's hands covered the crotch of his pants. He looked back over his shoulder to make sure Aloe and Lotus were still in their suites and didn't hear them. "For someone who speaks in rhyme, you're awfully direct."

"There's no need for your defense. I'm simply skipping the pretense."

"No shit." He waved for her to follow him to his suite where they could at least speak privately. "Well I hope your fetish is disappointment, because I'm hardly hung like a horse."

Zecora walked over and took his hand in her hooves, rolling his fingers to ball up into a fist. She held his fist in one hoof and his elbow in the other, looking at the length of his forearm between. "Do not compare yourself to other guys. You have them matched, at least in size."

Anon looked at his own forearm and imagined having a dick that size. It seemed like it would be inconvenient most of the time.

Zecora flipped the lock on the suite door. Anon grumbled. "That would have been handy to know about yesterday."

She climbed up onto the massage table. "If you could see to my demand, to feel the magic of your hand."

She flicked her tail to the side. Unlike other ponies, the hair at the base of her tail was very short, with her longer hair kept out at the end. The result left little to the imagination. And there is was. It wasn't like he hadn't caught a passing glimpse of pony genitals before. They rarely wore clothes. But here she was purposefully putting herself on display to him. "Please try not to make me wait. I am in a bit of a state."

It was an understatement. The entirety of her marehood was glistening wet. Even if he had never seen a human pussy before, he could plainly tell that she was in a heightened state of arousal.

Anon remembered Fluttershy telling him that it was agony for a mare. He remembered what it was like when he was in high school, walking around with a painfully-hard erection twenty five hours a day. "Is it really that uncomfortable?" he asked.

Zecora started to wheeze in anticipation. "The spring season can make, a mare's entire body ache!"

"Why me? Why not rent a stud?" he asked.

"Trust me, it is not my goal, to have a striped hybrid-pony foal."

"Contraceptive potion?"

"I would prefer to just have sex, but I don't like the side effects."

"So you just want me to... touch it?" he asked.

"Yes if you would please make haste!" She looked back at him with a coy grin. "And help yourself to have a taste."

"That's gonna be a hard pass from me," he said as he rummaged through the cabinet drawers. He realized he was never going to find any gloves for the only pair of hands in Equestria. He nervously moved his hand toward her backside. Without even touching her, his palm could feel the heat radiating off of her. He extended a finger to gently touch her puffy labia. There was a flash of movement at the base of her marehood.

Anon shrieked. "WhatTheFuckWasThat!"

"There is no need for alarm, it's nothing that will cause you harm. It's a better sign than you think. My clit just gave a little wink."

"Your clit?" Anon asked. She nodded. He carefully placed a finger against the side of her pussy, pulling it open slightly. Recessed just slightly inside was a small pink nub. His finger moved closer to it and it suddenly bulged out at him, making him jump back again.

Zecora's hooves gripped the edges of the table. "Heartstrings had seemed rather pleased, but she never warned how much you teased!"

Anon glared at her. "Hey, this is new territory for me, okay! All I did was give her a hornjob! I've barely even seen this before, let alone touched one. Just give me a second." He looked back a Zecora's striped, sideways lips, and focused on working up his nerve to continue.

"I get your need for concentration, but could we please get to the p-"

"I'm working on it!" he said. He brought his finger back to her pussy, pressing it in between her lips. Like the rest of pony anatomy, the basic architecture was similar enough to a human. He slid up along her slit, easily finding the entrance to her vagina below her puckered anus.

"If you feel up for doing more, you can try out my back door," she said.

Anon slowly slid a finger into her vagina. "I know that I'm getting paid, to help you feel you're getting laid. But I feel I must be blunt; I would just assume not, go near your balloon knot. Think I'll stick to your... front."

"I don't want to ask again for you to finally put it in."

"It is in," he said as he slid his finger in and out a few times. Zecora looked back at him in mild annoyance. Anon added another finger and, then a third with ease given her copious lubrication. "Look it's not my fault you have such a big- uh, expectation."

Zecora sighed. "Why must all males measure their worth, by their strength, their length, and girth?" she asked. "By now I hoped you'd realize, my expectation isn't size. Yes, I'd like to feel a stud inside, but for more than just a thirty second ride."

"Wait, what?" Anon asked. "Thirty seconds? That's how long they last?"

"Of all the mares I've asked, I'd guess; that's the average, more or less. They like to think their job's complete, when they serve to douse our heat. They cum and go without a care, but it takes more to satisfy a mare."

Anon pulled out his fingers and looked at the thin strand of her sticky arousal hanging between them. Maybe his dick wasn't as visually impressive, but that didn't matter. He had it where it counts. Thirty seconds? he mused. Suddenly size didn't matter at all. He had virtually unlimited stamina compared to that. In this world, he was like a sexual superhero! These mares needed him!

The two most important days of your life are the day you're born, and the day you find out why.

Anon realized this was that day! He discovered his calling, his purpose! It's got to be his destiny! "Because that's what my cutie mark is telling me," Anon said as he slid all four of his fingers into Zecora's pussy, soon followed by his thumb and the rest of his hand up to his wrist. Zecora let out a throaty groan that wouldn't even be able to rhyme with itself.

The inside of her vagina gripped his hand and smothered it in a heat that wasn't quite unbearable. But felt he would definitely hesitate to sit down in a tub of water of this temperature. Her pussy relaxed after a moment.

"More?" he asked.

Zecora's striped, mohawk mane swished as she nodded, accompanied by nothing more than an affirmative moan. He pushed his hand deeper inside her pussy, inch by inch. He watched as more and more of his forearm vanished into the mare until he was almost up to his elbow, then the tips of his fingers bumped into something. Zecora winced and her body recoiled slightly away from him.

"Too deep?" he asked.

Zecora took a deep breath. "I am quite enjoying the service, but do try to avoid my cervix."

"Right." Anon curled is fingers back to form a fist, making sure to give himself enough clearance to not bump into her uterus even when he went as deep as his forearm could go. He gave a few slow thrusts, gauging her reaction just to make sure.

Anon planted his feet and steadied himself. He increased his range of motion, making long strokes in and then almost all the way out to the wrist, leaving just his broad fist inside before plowing back in. In no time he had a good rhythm going, her pussy making wet squelching noises each time he sank his fist home, and trying to suck him him back in when he pulled out.

Zecora looked like she was in the haze of a shaman's trance. Her eyes were rolled back like she was trying to look at her brain. Her tongue was lolling out and she had almost as much drool coming from her mouth as her pussy. He half expected her to start speaking in tongues. He briefly wondered if she started speaking a different language if her words would rhyme in that language or the translation.

His upper arm slapped against her ass, sending her wetness splashing everywhere. He felt her clit wink against his elbow. He reached under her with his free hand and pressed his thumb against it, gently, but firmly. She let out a feral groan and her whole pussy gripped his arm as she came. He tried pulling back, but ended up pulling her entire body along with him. Her hind legs flopped off the end of the table, trembled and shook as she came until they hung limp under her, dripping with her wetness running down her inner thighs. He tried to pull his arm out of her again. Her tail whipped up and wrapped around his bicep.

"More, more, er... more!" she babbled. Whatever the mechanism was in her brain that compelled her to speak in rhyme, it was obviously cross-firing. But the intent of her message was clear.

Never one to leave a lady wanting, Anon pushed his arm back into her, taking some of her weight in both arms to lift her back up onto the massage table. For the next couple thrusts he rolled his wrist around inside her in a circular motion as he went, and kept his thumb rubbing her winking clit. At about one third the depth of her vagina, his fist rolled against a specific part of her anterior wall.

He felt a big gush spray into his free palm and her whole body trembled and shook. She suddenly rolled over onto her back, nearly twisting his arm right off , sending him slipping and sliding on the wet floor as her pussy judo flipped him over with her, still squirting and spurting arcs of marecum into his lap. When her pussy stopped gripping his arm enough to finally let him go, he fell backwards onto the slippery floor.

Her left hind leg involuntarily twitched as she laid there, motionless on the massage table.

"Oh my god, I fucked her to death!" Anon cried, scrambling to get back to his feet. His initial shock passed when he could easily see that she was still breathing, with a wide smile plastered across her face.

Anon looked at himself. Every single part of him was sticky, from his head down to his toes. The whole room reeked of mare-in-heat. He desperately needed a shower. This time, preferably in water.

"You okay?" he asked.

Zecora just giggled and nodded.

"Okay. Because I need to clean myself. And this room. And then probably myself again."

Zecora slowly opened one eye just a bit and extended a hoof to him. He held it and helped her to roll back over and climb down from the massage table. Her hind legs gave out and she flopped onto the floor.

Anon realized that if this was going to be a regular thing, he was going to have to get a wheelchair from Ponyville General Hospital to roll out his clients. In his mind he started to form a shopping list of the things he could foresee needing in the future. He helped her up again onto shaky hooves. Once he was sure that she could stand on her own, he grabbed her bag for her.

"I need to stay here and... clean," Anon said. "Why don't you go ahead take advantage of the spa shower room?"

Zecora nodded and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out her coin pouch. She held it out to him in her hoof. She was still barely able to see straight. "I was going to go buy... stuff. But for you, even this is not enough." She stumbled to the door and shuffled off to the shower room.

Anon poked his head out into the lobby, making sure the coast was clear. He walked over to the janitor closet to grab the hose and brought it back to his suite. He closed and locked the door. Then he lifted up the bench top to access the water line running to the showers, sauna, and hot tub. He attached the hose to a side spigot stripped off his clothes, and sprayed down the entire room in tepid water, and then himself, letting it run down the floor drain.

He toweled himself dry and got dressed. His clothes were hardly clean, but it wasn't as bad as before. He coiled up the hose but kept it connected. He had a feeling he would be needing it again.

He opened the door and went back out into the lobby. Aloe and Lotus had just finished seeing off their two most recent clients. Anon grabbed an extra towel from the lobby stack and tied a couple of the corners around his collar.

"What are you doing?" Lotus asked.

"It's a cape, get it?" Anon said.

"No capes!" Aloe said.

"But I'm like a super hero!"

Aloe yanked it, briefly strangling him. "NO CAPES!"

Anon sat in the Ponyville General Hospital waiting room. His hand cradled the elbow of his other arm. Zecora's pussy-judo move of flipping him over by nearly twisting his arm off didn't hurt too much at the time. But by the end of the day, the pain of the injury had gotten worse. He ended up leaving work early to be seen at the hospital, hopefully in time to make it home before Fluttershy started to worry about him being late.

With him in the waiting room were a couple of other injured ponies. One of them was Rainbow Dash, and the other was a familiar grey pegasus that was trying her best to avoid eye contact with Anon. Apparently Derpy and Rainbow Dash were involved in the same mid-air collision, judging from the state of their dislocated wings.

The hospital was not first-come first-serve. The more egregious injuries for the pegasi obviously took priority. By the time Anon got seen, it was dusk. Fluttershy would be worrying about him before too long. He would just have to apologize and explain why later. He knew she would forgive him.

The door to the waiting room opened. "Anon?"

Anon looked up from the magazine he was reading. The nurse calling his name was a white earth pony with a pink mane pulled up into a neat bun just below the back of her nurse cap. The name on her nurse's badge said Redheart. "Yeah, that's me," Anon answered.

Nurse Redheart gave him a strange look. "Why are you here?" she asked.

"My arm got messed up at work," he said, nodding to his shoulder.

She shook her head. "No, I mean, what are you doing here, at a pony hospital, rather than at the vet?"

"The vet!?" he asked indignantly. "I'm not an animal!" She gave him a dubious eyebrow. It was a reminder of how absurd his life was in this world, and how the horseshoe was on the other hoof here. After all, back home he wouldn't have brought a horse to a human hospital. "Okay, no, I get it," he admitted. "But I've already been waiting her for almost two hours."

Redheart sighed. "Oh... okay, fine. I'll see what I can do. But I'm not really qualified to practice in- um... human medicine." Anon got up and followed her into the hallway to exam room one. "Luckily we're not too busy this evening. My shift is almost up, but my relief nurse is running late for the night shift. On the table, please."

Anon smirked, getting up onto the exam table. "Heh, usually I'm the one saying that," he muttered.

"What was that?" she asked as she put on a pair of hoof gloves.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"Alright, let's take a look," she said. He presented his injured arm to her. She looked it over from his wrist up to his shoulder. She started to palpate his arm with her hooves. "Let me know if any of this hurts," she said. Again she went from wrist to shoulder, and then back down again, feeling each of the muscles and joints.

"There... and there... Ow!"

"How bad is it?" she asked.

"It's not excruciating," he said. She made a note on her clipboard and continued her physical exam of his arm muscles. "Usually I'm the one giving the massage."

"Oh? You said this was work-related?" she asked. He nodded. Redheart sat back in her seat. "How did this happen?" she asked. "It might give me some insight into the nature of the injury."

"I was, um, giving somepony a massage and, uh, my arm got twisted."

"Hmm." Redheart slowly moved his arm with her hooves, gently moving it through its range of motion. The hinge motion of his elbow, and the circular swing arc of his shoulder. She rotated his wrist through its torsional range, extending the rotation to his elbow.

"Gaahaahaa! There!" he cried out.

She looked over the stabilizing, crossing ligaments in his elbow, connecting to his radial and ulnar. She gave him a more precise palpation. "Does it hurt here?" she asked. He shook his head. "Well that's good. That and the fact that there is no apparent bruising is a good sign. It's not a torn ligament. Hold both of your arms out in front of you, paws up."

"You mean like this? Palms up?" he asked, holding out his hands.

"Yes, like that," she huffed. "I told you, I'm not a vet." She leaned closer and looked back and forth between his arms. Without any other reference, all she could do was compare them to each other. "This one does seem a little swollen at the elbow. It's probably a sprained tendon." She made a note in her clipboard. "A bit of ice for the swelling and a day or two of rest for your foreleg and you should be fine."

"A couple days? But it's almost the vernal equinox!"

"Don't I know it..." Redheart groaned in irritation at the reminder of the date. "But why does that matter to you? And how did you manage to twist your own arm hard enough to sprain a tendon while giving a massage?" she asked.

Anon looked at her nervously. "Um, do you have that thing here, where if I tell you something, it stays a secret?"

"Do you mean doctor-patient confidentiality? Yes. Unless you tell me about something that is going to lead to something illegal, or somepony getting hurt."

"No no, it's nothing like that. I don't think," he said. "Like I said, I work as a masseur over at the Ponyville Spa. And I was giving massage to a mare..." he trailed off.

Redheart tapped her hoof impatiently. "And...?"

"Well, I was giving her a special deep tissue massage... like, elbow-deep," he muttered.

"Oh? Oh. OH!" her eyes lit up in understanding. The specific dimensions of his forearm filled in the rest of the details for her. "So I take it she ordered the... 'happy ending'?"

"... Yeah."

Redheart's demeanor shifted to a comforting tone to try to dispel the awkwardness he was clearly feeling. "I see. Well it is the season. Though I'm surprised you picked up studding. I wouldn't think most ponies would be into bestiality."

"It's not-!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she apologized. "What is the term they use... interspecies erotica?"

"It's not- it's not sex!" he defended. "It's just a massage! With my hands... and sometimes my arm."

"Oh, no-no, I know. It's just a job for you, I'm sure," she said. "I'm not judging. I just find it fascinating."

He shrugged. "Well... thanks. I guess."

"Though I am curious as to how exactly you hurt yourself."

"Well, I was... massaging, and she was enjoying it, very much," he said in an implying tone.

"Oh, I'm sure," Redheart said.

"Yeah, well, in the moment that she was... enjoying it the most, she gripped my arm and rolled over."

She looked at his arm and tilted her head completely sideways, trying to figure it out in her head. "But your elbow can't... How do you still have an arm?" she asked.

"I literally rolled with it, flipping over with her."

"Ah. Quick thinking," she said.

"Well that and the floor was already slippery," he said.

She smirked. "Sounds like she really did enjoy it." He blushed.

"It makes me wonder if, like if I actually was... you know..." he made a subtle humping motion.

Redheart chuckled. "Well as a masseur, I'm sure you've noticed by now that at a fundamental level, our two species have similar architecture, with just a bit a difference in proportions."

"Yeah..." he acknowledged.

She continued, "So I take it that it's safe to assume that you don't have bones in your penis?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Well while bones are very useful to have for our skeleton, they aren't very flexible and can be brittle, compared to say, the spongey flesh of a penis. So, were it a stud in your position, she would have been able to roll over, and be able to freely spin around on it without having to worry about dislocating a joint."

Anon rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah well, I didn't think a mare's... you know..."

"Vagina."

"Vagina... could do that," he said.

Redheart snorted. "Well if you're really serious about studding, you had best learn up on your mare anatomy!" she scolded. "Though I still can't see the appeal other ponies might find in you."

"Well, as I understand it, most studs only last about a minute," he said.

Redheart chortled. "Ha! That's being charitable!"

Anon's nervousness was replaced with pride. "Well I can go as long as a mare needs. As long as she wants."

Redheart's tail twitched. "Oh?"

"Well yeah. It's my arm. I'm not just going to cum and go. I keep at it until my client is completely satisfied."

Redheart's tail twitched harder, flagging upright. With a loud thud, a smooth, blue cylinder fell onto the floor behind her. "Shit, shit!" she curse, scurrying to scoop it up and hide it in her nurse station drawer.

"Wait, was that a dildo that just fell out of your pussy!?" he asked.

"NO!" she snapped. She caught herself and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. No. It's a cooler."

"A cooler... for your pussy?"

"YES!" she growled. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. I know you're just curious. Yes. It's a vaginal cooler. Like you said, it's spring, and that means estrus. And for most mares, estrus is agony. I know I'm a nurse and all, but I'm not exactly rolling in bits. It's been an expensive month for me, so I can't afford a stud. I have to settle for this stupid thing."

"Does that work?" he asked.

"Barely!" she groaned. "And that's only when it's cold. And it stopped being cold hours ago!" Her eyes looked at his arm again, tracing up and down along the length of his forearm as her imagination started to wander. "But maybe we can help each other out..."

"Uh..."

"I'll give you some advanced lessons on mare anatomy, in exchange for one of your deep tissue massages."

"But my arm-"

"You have a spare, don't you?" she asked.

He looked at his other arm. "I guess."

"Alright, deal!" She got up out of her chair and jabbed her hooves into his side to shoo him off of the exam table. She pointed at her chair. "Take a seat. Class is in session!" Anon sat in her seat while she rummaged through the drawers of the exam table. She grabbed a couple things and then adjusted the table itself, lifting up a couple of extensions. She climbed up on the table and put a leg up into each of the gynecology stirrups. "Ah, it's nice to just be off my hooves..." With her legs up in the stirrups, she was putting herself on full display to him. "Alright, show me what you can do," she instructed.

He sat there and looked at her. "You want me to just... go for it?" he asked, making a fist with his good hand.

"Yes. But wash your paws first!"

"Oookay..." Anon washed his hands in the sink basin and then sat back down. He reached out with his good hand and started rubbing his fingers against her marehood. It was already plenty wet with her pent up sexual frustration. In seconds his fingers, and a good portion of the rest of his hand was soaked. He started feeding his fingers into her vagina, followed by the rest of his hand.

"Go on, get in there!" she growled. "I'm not some delicate flower that you're going to break. I can take it!"

"As you wish." He slid the rest of his forearm into her with a firm push.

Redheart let out a throaty moan as her pussy was properly filled for the first time in months. "Oh fuuuck, I've missed this!"

Anon's elbow reached her pussy. Without his fingers balled into a fist, they bumped into her cervix, making her voice hitch. "Ooh, sorry," he apologized.

"No, it's okay," she moaned. "See if you can get one of your paw toes in."

"... What?"

"Your- your..." her hoof flailed at his free hand.

"You mean my fingers?" he asked, wiggling them at her.

"Yeah! See if you can put one in!" she asked.

He looked at where his elbow was connected to her pussy. "Um, they're all in. Like, really in."

"No like... even deeper than they are!" she whined.

"Uh..." Anon felt around the back of her vagina. "There's nowhere else to go."

Redheart's eyelids fluttered and she felt his fingers wiggling around inside her. But he was clearly fumbling around blindly in the literal dark. Her frustration only intensified. "Do you not know what you're doing?" she asked.

"Not in the slightest!" he said. "This is all incredibly new territory for me!"

"Open the- the second drawer on the right," she instructed. His free hand opened the drawer "Grab the thing that looks like a big duck bill."

There was only one thing in the drawer matching that description. He pulled it out and held the apparent handle. Giving it a squeeze was like operating a puppet, making the duck bill open and close. "Quack quack," Anon said.

Redheart rolled her eyes. Just like every resident nurse that ever picked it up for the first time. "Alright, get your arm out, and put that in." she said. He pulled his arm out and then slid the bill of the duck into her pussy. "You're going to want the exam light," she said, motioning to the lamp behind him. He turned it on and pointed it at her pussy. "Alright now... quack and take a look."

Anon squeezed the handle of the speculum and Nurse Redheart grunted as her vagina gaped open before him. The bright light of the lamp shined all the way to the back. Anon looked inside, like looking down the barrel of a fleshy Pringles can. "This was not what I was expecting to see when I woke up this morning..."

"Alight," she panted, "You see, in the back, it looks like a belly button?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah..." he said, spying the small divot in the back of her vagina.

"That's my cervix. So in case you ever wondered where foals come from, that's your answer."

"Yeah, that's uh... real neato." Anon got that same visceral feeling in his stomach that he had when he dissected a pig in high school. It was the same clinical, academic setting, but it was still something that was unsettling to see.

"Okay, we're done with the duck," she said. Anon let it close and slid it out. She took her legs out of the stirrups and climbed down off the exam table to reset the exam table to its original, flat setting. She got back on it and laid down on her elbow and knees, flagging her tail up out of the way again. "Alright, now back to where we were before!" she said excitedly. His other hand was still slick with her wetness. He had no trouble sliding it back into her pussy. "Slow down," she said. He stopped.

She rolled her eyes. "I didn't say stop, I said slow." He continued sliding his hand inside her, slowly. "Now before you go too far, stop about..." she paused, and waited. "There." Anon stopped with about a third of his arm inside her pussy. "Alright, see how deep you are?" she asked. He looked, made a mental note of his depth, and nodded. "Okay, push your fingers down, toward the front of my belly." He did as she said, making a small bump in her abdomen. She let out another bestial moan. "Oh yeah, right there! That's the spot! Massage right there!"

Anon's expert masseur hand pressed into the spongy area of her vaginal wall, rolling his knuckles against it and rubbing his fingers against it in firm circles.

"FffuUUUCK!" Redheart moaned, her voice dropping several octaves. "That's how you get a mare off!" she said. "Most mares anyway. But not this one. Grab one of those tongue depressors off the counter," she said pointing at the jar.

"What, you mean these popsicle stick things?" he asked. She nodded and he grabbed one out of the jar. She took it in her hoof.

"Alright, all the way back in with you," she told Anon. He sunk his arm all the way into her to the elbow. "Alright now, remember that belly button?" she asked. He nodded. "See if you can get your, um, finger in there." Now that he had some idea of what it looked like, Anon felt around inside her until he found the small divot with his little finger. "That's it!"

"And you're sure you want me to...?" Anon gave just the slightest push.

She put the wooden tongue depressor in her mouth and nodded. "Mhmm!"

Anon gave his finger a little push and twist to try to get it through the tiny opening. He just managed to get the first knuckle inside. Redheart shrieked and whimpered. The corners of her eyes glistened with tears. Anon froze his movement. "Are you okay!?" he asked.

"Mhmm! Mhmm!" she nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh...kay..." Anon pushed his finger in a little deeper, to the second knuckle. Redheart whimpered again.

"Crit!" she growled through her teeth gripping on the piece of wood. "Pray wiff my crit!"

Anon's other hand started playing with her clit and he wiggled his other finger in her cervix. She started panting and writhing. The tongue depressor fell out of her mouth. "Oh, Dr. Horse, what are you doing to me!? oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck! Grab the bedpan!" she screamed.

"What!? Why!?"

"Because I'm about to piss myself!"

"Shit! Shit!" Anon stretched with his free arm to grab the bedpan off the counter and quickly put it on the exam table between the mare's legs.

"FfffuuuUUUCK!" Redheart cried out, as her hind legs went limp. She flopped flat on top of the exam table as a hot stream began to pour into the bedpan.

Anon tried to remove himself, but found that his arm was quite locked inside her gripping pussy. He braced himself against the edge of the exam table and hoped like hell this mare didn't flip over and break off his good arm. But nothing of the sort happened. Her strained grunts and moans abated and she relaxed, letting him pull his finger out of her cervix, and the rest of his arm slipped free of her marehood. He caught himself from falling in time to land sitting in the chair.

Redheart panted and wheezed as she relieved herself until her stream slowed to a drip and stopped. "Sorry... about that," she said with a ragged voice. She pressed her face into her hoof, unable to bear turning to look at him yet. "It happen with a few mares, when they cum really hard."

"Good to know," he said, making a mental note to never wear shoes to work that he cared about. "And the cervix thing? That's not going to be a regular thing for me is it?" he asked as he looked at the bite marks on the wooden tongue depressor. "I take it you're one of those girls who gets off to a bit of pain?"

She turned her head to look at him out of the corner of her eye and blushed a deep pink. She nodded. "Yeah. Most mares wouldn't like it if you did that to them. I'm kind of a freak like that."

Anon shrugged. "I think everyone has a kinky side," he said. "Some are just better at lying about it."

Redheart nodded. "Thank you for understanding. And for..." she swished her tail, "everything." She looked at his dexterous fingers. "No stallion penis can do that," she added. She slowly got off the table and carefully picked up the bedpan to dispose of her shame.

"So... who's Dr. Horse?" Anon asked.

Nurse Redheart blushed harder. "Did I really say that out loud?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"He's, um... he's my boss."

"Ah. A little office romance?" he asked.

"Of course not," she said. "It's just a crush. He doesn't even know."

"Oh."

"And I'd prefer that it stay that way," she added, pointedly.

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah, my lips are sealed,"

"I appreciate it," she said. "And, everything else, like I said. It'll make getting through the rest of the spring a breeze. I'll have to come by the spa and see you next spring." She grabbed her vaginal cooler out of the drawer and smirked at him. "Maybe sooner."

She dug around in the cabinet and found a small jar of cream. She put it in his hands. "Topical analgesic. For your arm. That and a couple days rest and you should be back to one hundred percent," she said as she led him out of the clinic.

He took a small amount and rubbed it on his elbow and shoulder, numbing the pain. "Thank you," he said.

"Oh no, Anon... thank you!"

At night, the sparse street lamps made the town of Ponyville not nearly as bright as the human city Anon had grown up in. Still, it was a small town and he knew the way back from Ponyville General hospital to Fluttershy's cottage well enough. Even so, by the time he got there, he was unfashionably, unreasonably late.

"Fluttershy, I'm back!" he called out into the cottage as he walked in and took his shoes off.

Fluttershy bounded down the stairs in a mix of trotting, hopping and flying. "Anon! Where were you!? I was worried sick!" she scolded him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I had to go over to Ponyville General after work."

"The hospital!? Are you okay?" she asked, even more worked up than before.

"I'm fine. I just sprained my elbow," he explained, indicating his arm by giving his shoulder a shrug. "The nurse said I just need a couple days rest to-"

"Oh, you poor thing!" Fluttershy said, grabbing his good arm. Though she was a little more than half his size, she was quite forceful, pulling him along upstairs.

"Shy, what are you-" he didn't even get a chance to finish as she pulled him into her bedroom and all but shoved him into her bed. "Uh, I'm flattered, but I'm not really looking for a rela-" Fluttershy tucked him into the blankets and vanished from the room. A minute later she was back with a bowl of soup and put a cold compress on his forehead. She took a spoonful of soup and held it out to him with her wingtip. "What the shit!? It's just a sprain! It's not like I have ebola!" He pulled the compress off his forehead and sat up. "I just need to take a couple days off from work."

Fluttershy put the soup aside, and put a hoof to his chest, making him lay back down. "You need to rest and recover," she insisted.

Anon huffed. "Fluttershy, I'm fine, really. Soup is nice for dinner and all, but you don't need to feed it to me. It's late, and I'm going to get plenty of rest as soon as I get some sleep. The couch is fine for me. I'm not going to keep you from your own bed."

Anon was bigger than her. He was stronger than her, even with an injured elbow. He pushed her hoof off of him and he got out of her bed. He grabbed the bowl of soup and headed downstairs to eat before retiring to his usual sleeping spot on the couch. As he laid down, Fluttershy laid out on the floor beside him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"If you won't sleep in the bed, then I'm sleeping on the floor next to the couch!" she said.

"What- on the hardwood floor!?" he asked. "Go sleep in your bed! That's why I'm on the couch."

"That's why I'm on the floor!"

"Fluttershy, please go sleep in your bed."

"Not without you," she said.

"Um..."

"It's a big bed," she assured him.

Anon got up off the couch and shuffle back to the stairs. "Fine! If it keeps you off the floor. But only because I'm too tired to argue anymore." Fluttershy followed him back upstairs to her bedroom. He sat on the edge of her bed and she grabbed his shirt with her hooves. "I'm quite capable of undressing myself, thank you."

Anon took off his shirt and pants to sleep in just his boxers as he usually did. Fluttershy went around to the other side of the bed and climbed in. As she said, it was a big bed. His feet only hung off the edge a little. But it was plenty wide enough for the two of them.

She looked at him and smiled. "You won't even know I'm here. I'm the world champion of the Quiet Game."

"Okay..." Anon reached over and turned of the nightstand lamp. It wasn't the first time he had slept in a bed next to someone. But it was the first time next to a pony. And off all the times, this was the first time he'd had someone quite so insistent to do so. He rolled onto his side to keep his bad arm elevated. The couch in her living room was plenty comfortable for him, but her actual bed was like sleeping on a cloud. Appropriate for a pegasus. He was tired after such a long and exhausting day. Sleep found him quickly.

~

Sometimes Anon dreamed. Most of the time he didn't. At least, not that he could remember. So when he found himself in a dark room in the middle of the night on a bed rather than a couch, he was unsure if he was dreaming or not at first. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. In the dim moonlight he could see that it was now so late at night that it was early. The memory of the previous evening came rushing back and he realized where he was and why.

He felt very warm. After all the fuss he had made about Fluttershy doting on him like one of her sick animals, it would be a cruel irony for him to end up actually having a fever. He tried to peel back the blanket off of him to get some cool air. But the blanket gripped him a little tighter. Or rather, the hoof wrapped around his midsection hugged him a little closer. And he remembered that he wasn't alone in the bed.

Along with Fluttershy's hoof was one of her wings draped over him. Between that and the rest of her body pressed against his back, he was sweltering from her warmth. He at least tossed the blanket off of them. He certainly didn't need it with her snuggling him like this. Without the blanket, it was still warm, but at least it was tolerable.

It was strange being the little spoon, especially considering he was a good deal taller than her. But even so, it was... nice. He couldn't recall ever being the little spoon before when he snuggled with someone. In fact, as he laid there, he found it hard to remember much from the time before he had arrived. It was like trying to recall a half-remembered dream.

His life from before wasn't bad, and he wasn't miserable by any stretch. But he wasn't really happy either. Not like this, anyway. He felt Fluttershy's warm breath against the back of his neck and smiled. Everything here was so different. But that was okay. Maybe he was different now, too. Happier.

He struggled to remember what he used to be like. He pushed the thought from his mind and snuggled back against Fluttershy's warm body.

He had already forgotten.

~

Sometimes Anon would sleep on his arm. Sometimes this would cut off his circulation. Sometimes he would wake up to his arm being asleep, and he'd have to wait through the feeling of pins and needles while it 'woke up'. But a fun side effect to this was being able to play with himself with his numb hand, and it would feel like someone else doing it. 'The Stranger' as it was called.

This morning started out like that. Anon blinked in the dawn's early light and looked at his hand, and then his other hand. And yet the sensation on his dick persisted. He looked down at the yellow hoof tucked inside the waistband of his boxers.

"HeeEY NOW!" he yelped.

"Oh, good you're awake," Fluttershy said, giving him a few more gentle strokes.

"What are you doing!?" he asked.

"... I mean... it seems pretty obvious," she said.

"Okay, but why though?" he asked.

"Oh, well when I woke up this morning, you had an erection, and it looked so hard it looked painful. And I realized that you're here, all alone, the only one of your species with no females to mate with this season."

"It's morning wood, I get it every morning," he said.

"I know," she whispered.

It occurred to him that Fluttershy woke up before him every morning to feed the animals and make breakfast for them. And he'd be laying asleep on the couch with little more than his boxers to hide his modesty. It would have been impossible to hide the tent he had been pitching.

"But- I'm a human. You're a pony," he said.

"That doesn't bother me. Does it bother you? Do you want me to stop?" she asked.

Rationally, he knew a simple 'yes' would have sufficed. But truth be told, it was the first intimate touch he had gotten in far longer than he would have cared to admit. "It's... okay," he heard himself say, "but..."

"But what?" she asked.

As soft as the pad of her hoof was, as much as it was a far cry from the hard, keratin hooves of the horses of his world, "It's still a hoof."

Fluttershy's eyes went wide. "Oh my goodness! I'm sorry! You probably need something more than that."

Anon tried to say something about 'beggars and choosers' before Fluttershy pulled her hoof out of his shorts, leaving him a bit disappointed. His disappointment lasted all of a second before she sat up in front of him and yanked his shorts down with her hooves, letting his dick spring free. Anon was no stallion. He would say that we was marginally above average. She gave it only the most cursory visual inspection before she opened her mouth and took the whole thing in one slurp.

"House hiss?" Fluttershy tried to ask with her mouth full of his dick.

"We need to have a chat later about consent," was what Anon tried to say, but it came out as a jumbled mess of guttural vowels as it felt like she was trying to suck the speech center of his brain right out though his dick. Of all the garbled noises he made while his hands gripped the sheets, none of them sounded the least bit objectionable. So Fluttershy continued to bob her head and suck his dick like it was her sole source of oxygen. At least, for about a minute or so before she stopped and looked at him with concerned eyes.

"Am I doing it wrong?" she asked.

"What? No, you're doing great!" he said.

"Oh." She seemed unconvinced. "But you haven't cum yet," she said. "A stallion normally cums by now."

Anon smirked. Even after as long of a dry spell as he'd had, "It takes more than just one minute for humans."

"Oh." Fluttershy's shame only intensified as her hoof rubbed her jaw and neck. "I don't think I can go much more with my mouth."

"It's okay," he assured her. "You don't have to do that."

"Oh, okay. Good," she said. She hopped off the bed and Anon sat up at the edge. Fluttershy flagged her tail at him and leaned down towards the floor, propping her butt up in in the air at him.

"Wait, what are you doing now?" he asked.

"I thought you wanted to skip straight to using me to rut," she said.

"What? No I don't want to use you!" he said

"Oh." Fluttershy frowned. "Is it some other pony then?"

"No, it's no pony."

"Because I'm not a human?"

"No, it's that I don't want to use anyone, human or not," he said.

"I'd like to be," Fluttershy murmured.

"What?"

"I'd... like to be used," she repeated, only slightly louder.

"Well if you're asking me to, it's not really..." Anon tried to start arguing semantics when Fluttershy's pussy winked at him. His dick throbbed and twitched, sending a Morse code message to his brain. Pussy is pussy. Even if it's horse pussy. It derailed whatever other train of thought he was attempting to articulate. "You know what, never mind."

Standing as she was on the floor it dawned on him that she was at the perfect height for him to just go ahead and plow her the way she clearly wanted him to.

"I'm not going to just use you, Fluttershy," he said. "I don't think I could bring myself to do that to anyone." Fluttershy looked like she was about to cry. "... At least, not on the floor like this."

The sadness vanished from her face and her eyes lit up again. She turned and pounced back up onto the bed. "Would you be more comfortable on the bed?" she asked, turning to present herself again.

"Why don't you go ahead and lay down," he instructed. She crouched down until her belly was against the mattress.

"Like this?" she asked eagerly.

Anon just smiled and put his hands on either side of her hips. "I meant on your back," he said, turning her over in place onto her back. He pulled her toward him until her butt was at the edge of the bed and her tail draped below her. She looked up at him as he leaned over her. "Most humans like to do it facing each other."

"How intimate," she breathed.

"Mhmm." He stepped closer, bringing his hips against her butt, letting his dick lay against her vulva. "Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded. He reached down with his hand and held his dick, rubbing the tip of it against her clit before angling it downward into her vagina. It was plenty wet and it should have come as no surprise to him when he was met with no resistance to slide inside. "How does that feel?" he asked.

She gave him a weak smile. "Like it looks?" she said as politely as she could. It stung his pride, but only slightly. He should have know that would be her reaction to his human penis. "How does it feel for you?" she asked.

He gave her a few thrusts. No, it wasn't as tight as he would prefer. But it was a warm, wet, confined space. And that was good enough to get the job done for Mr. Happy. "It's great," he said. That seemed to please her. He started thrusting at a steady pace. She had the kind of smile that showed that she was happy to make him happy, but after a couple minutes, she also looked a little bored as she laid there. He was starting to regret not taking her from behind. But alas, he had a secret weapon.

Anon reached down with his free hand and placed his thumb against the top of her pussy. The next time her clit winked, he rubbed it in little circles.

"Ah- ah-Anon!" she yelped. By the stars it was like he had flipped a switch in the mare. Her bored, if content smile vanished and she actually looked a little worried as he kept on fucking her for three, four, even five minutes. Every time her little pearl would poke out he'd rub and flick it with his thumb, making her legs quiver and shake. Her mane became a tousled, ragged mess as he kept on fucking her long after any other creature would have finished. Her voice trembled along with her entire body "If you keep doing that I - I'm- Nggghh!" Fluttershy moaned and whimpered as she came. Her face blushed and she looked away in embarrassment.

She didn't gush marecum, or even squirt in the slightest, but she definitely got wetter. Her pussy made lewd squelching noises as he continued to fuck her, and their hips met with wet slaps each time he hilted into her. In her orgasm, her vagina squeezed his penis, giving him that bit of tightness he needed to finish.

He felt himself nearing his climax and he leaned down over her, and held her cheek in his hand, turning her to face him. He pulled her into a kiss as went over the brink. He closed his eyes and kissed her as he finally released a long-pent-up load, pumping rope after rope of cum inside her. He broke the kiss and opened his eyes. She was looking at him with eyes as big as dinner plates.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, as he lifted himself off her.

Fluttershy was a quivering mess of post-orgasmic mare. "I was supposed to be the one pleasuring you..." Her eyes, blinked and focused on him. "Why did you kiss me?" she asked.

"Because I love you," he said.

"Oh," Fluttershy replied with surprise, and just a hint of... disgust?

"Oh'? That's it? 'Oh'?" he asked.

"No, that's not it. I'm sorry!" she said.

"Do you not love me?" he asked. "I thought that's what this was."

"I like you Anon," Fluttershy said. "And yes, I do love you, the same way I love all my animals."

"But I'm not an animal," he said.

"Vegetable? Mineral?" she asked.

"You know what I mean. I can talk," he said.

"So can they," she said. "Just because you can't understand them doesn't mean I can't."

"But we just had sex," he said.

Fluttershy gave him a weak smirk. "I meant what I said... Did you know that heads aren't the only thing that an Orthos has two of?" she said. Anon cringed. "Oh! Are you about to judge me for having interspecies intercourse!?" she asked, pointing at him indignantly. "Kettle, meet pot!"

"But I thought you and I were having, like, an actual romantic relationship!" he said.

"Oh, no, no. I already have a special somepony. Or rather, a special some-draconequus," she said.

"Are you talking about me?" the lamp on the nightstand said. An asymmetric face appeared on the lampshade as it spun around in place to turn to look at them.

"What the fuck!?" Anon jumped back from it and grabbed his boxers to hastily get dressed.

With a flash of light, Discord appeared in the bedroom with them. "Oh, I'm sorry, Fluttershy. Am I interrupting? My pointy little ears were burning."

"It's okay. We were just finishing," Fluttershy said.

Anon was so used to being the tallest one in the room, Discord was the first one he actually had to look up at. "Shit, am I going to have to deal with the crazy boyfriend catching us in the act? Look man, be cool! She never told me she had a boyfriend!"

Discord laughed out loud. "Oh, please! Don't mistake me for some petty, jealous creature below my station. I know Fluttershy only loves me. And I also know that she has particular... sexual predilections. But as long as she isn't cheating on me with a stallion, I honestly don't care what she does with her livestock."

"Livestock!?" Anon snapped.

"Now, now, Discord," Fluttershy chided. "I told you. He's not livestock. He's more like a pet."

"I'm not a pet, either!" he yelled, storming out of the bedroom.

"My, my, Fluttershy," Discord mused, "You're practically glowing! You must have really enjoyed yourself with this one."

"Mhmm," she purred. "He could probably teach you a thing or two."

Discord bristled. "Well, I don't know about that!"

Fluttershy trotted off after Anon, who was busy storming around the cottage to gather up his few possessions and get dressed. "Anon, what are you doing?"

"I'm leaving," he said. "The plan was for me to save up enough for my own place, and that's what I'm going to do. I've got at least enough for a down payment."

"After only one week?" she asked.

"Yeah. I think so," he said.

"You don't have to leave," she said. "I'm sorry Discord called you livestock."

"Yeah, well, I'm not going to stay just to be another exotic pet for you to do, either," he huffed. "I might be the only human in a world of ponies, but I deserve a partner, not an owner." He walked to the front door and opened it. Fluttershy caught him at the door and held his arm with her hooves.

"You're right," she said. "You do deserve a partner. I do love you, Anon. I'm sure Discord would be willing to share-"

"I think we both know that's not true," Discord's face on the door knocker said.

Fluttershy frowned. "Well, it doesn't mean that from time to time we can't still... you know." She gave him a sly wink. "It was nice... Wasn't it?"

Anon's grumpy frown melted a little. "Yeah... it was," he agreed. He stood there and looked at her in silence for a long moment. "Goodbye, Fluttershy."

She shook her head. "It's not goodbye. I'll still see you around town. Maybe I'll have to stop by the spa!" Fluttershy's weak smiled faltered. "I'm sorry, Anon. Maybe if things had been different. But in all fairness, Discord did come first." Anon just looked at the ground. Fluttershy leaned down into his field of view to look up at him. "Anon? Discord did come first," she repeated.

Anon sighed. "Heh. Phrasing."

She smiled. "There's the Anon I know!"

The realtor mare unlocked the front door and led the way inside to tour the condo. "So this is the common room. There's a little kitchenette on the other side of the brunch island. Comes with standard appliances. All pony-height, obviously. So if you don't mind squatting or hunching over... The hallway leads to the two bedrooms. One is furnished with a bed and dresser for your..." She eyed the duffle bag slung over Anon's shoulder. "Clothes, I assume? So you could turn the other room into a den, or study or something. Or keep it as a bedroom for a roommate. And there's a bathroom on the right. So what do you think, sir?"

Anon had barely been listening to the mare. He had a lot on his mind after what had happened with Fluttershy. Even though she had apologized, it still stung. It was a harsh reminder that despite being a sapient creature who could speak the same language as the locals, he was still a stranger in a strange land. Though it did make him wonder if Fluttershy had ever had a relationship with another pony, rather than another animal. Like him.

"Sir?" she asked him again.

"Sorry," Anon apologized. "I was miles away. What did you ask, Miss...?"

"Doctor."

"Miss. Doctor?"

"Dr. Hunter."

"You hunt doctors?"

"No, my name is Dr. Hunter."

"If you're a doctor, then why don't you work at Ponyville General?"

"Firstly, I'm a doctor of archeology, not a medical doctor. And secondly, real estate pays better."

"So... how does an archeologist end up selling houses, Dr. Hunter?" he asked.

She adjusted the hem of her skirt, revealing her cutie mark of a stylistic house. "Because that's what my cutie mark is telling me. I didn't want to go into the family business, so I went to school for archeology. But it turned out I was way better at selling new homes than excavating ancient ones. And please, just call me House, Dr. Hunter is my dad's name."

"... Dr. House?"

"Yes, not to be confused with Dr. Horse, who does work at Ponyville General." Anon gave her a funny look. "What?"

"Nothing. I was just trying to think of a joke about lupus... but never mind. What were we talking about?"

"I was asking what you thought of the condo," she repeated.

"Oh." Anon looked around the room they were standing in. It looked exactly mediocre. "Is it within walking distance of the spa?" he asked.

"This is Ponyville, sir, everything is within walking distance," she said.

"I suppose that's good enough," he said. "I'll take it." She passed him the purchase agreement form and he signed the dotted line. He traded her the clip board for the keys to the condo.

"Congratulations." House Hunter extended her hoof to him. He took it in his hand and shook it.

"Thanks." She took her clipboard and left, closing the door behind him. Anon dropped his duffle bag of clothes on the hardwood floor. The soft thud echoed through the small condo that felt far too large for someone all alone. It was a house, but it was far from being a home.

The fridge was empty, though that was probably for the best. The kitchenette cabinets came with a few rudimentary pots and pans. The bedroom did indeed have a bed, though the mattress was bare. He opened the drawer of the bureau and unzipped his duffle bag into it. His few meager possessions spilled out. His work uniform, his only change of tattered clothes, and his pouch of remaining bits.

There was a lot he needed to buy. But there were a few essentials he needed to get right away. Not the least of which was some food. But also some linen for the bed, and some new clothes so he could stop looking like a vagrant bum. And there was only one place in Ponyville for that. He grabbed the rest of his money and wore his most presentable combination of rags.

"Welcome to Carousel Boutique. Where everything is chic, unique, and magnifique!" a yak said as the entrance doorbell rang. "How may Yona help you today?" she asked.

Anon regarded the yak. Her frame was a good bit taller than a pony's, though the arc of her back still only came up to his chest. "Hey," he greeted, still less than enthused about... much of anything. "I need some... clothes."

"Well you've certainly come to the right place," a young stallion said, joining them. "My name is Sandbar. Is there something in particular you're looking for?" he asked. He sidled up alongside the yak in a manner that was clearly far more intimate than mere coworkers.

"I need like... a whole wardrobe," Anon said, idly thumbing through the racks of outfits.

"We can surely provide," Sandbar said. "Although you are going to find that our standard fare is a bit more... equine than you may prefer."

"I see that," Anon said.

"We'd be happy to help," Yona said, "but we'll have to refer you to our lead designer for your... custom fitting."

"That sounds expensive," Anon said.

"You might be surprised," Sandbar said. "She can be quite generous."

"Heavens, darlings, my ears are burning," Rarity said as she came downstairs from her workshop. "Ah, Anon!" she greeted. "I was wondering when you would walk through my boutique's door."

"Oh?" he asked curiously.

"Fluttershy mentioned that you would need some new garments soon," Rarity said. "She's such a sweet friend, isn't she?"

Anon grumbled something fairly neutral-sounding.

Rarity continued. "She sent over your approximate dimensions some time ago, so I went ahead and crafted you some lovely pieces. Though I would need your precise measurements for a proper fitting." She turned to Yona and Sandbar. "Mind the store, won't you?"

"Yes Ma'am," they both said.

"This wa~ay!" Rarity sang as she turned and trotted towards the back of the boutique. Anon followed after her, as her tone and wording made it clear that it wasn't a request. In the back of the store was a somewhat-secluded corner with mirrors and modesty barriers. Anon watched Rarity vanish into a (relatively) small walk-in closet and wheel out a rack with a few articles of clothing that looked vaguely familiar to him. "Now then, darling, before we get started, why don't you go ahead and get out of those tattered old things?" she said.

"What, these?" he asked, looking down at the clothes he was wearing. He knew they looked bad, but it still didn't feel very good to hear someone else say it out loud.

"Forgive me darling," Rarity said. "I don't know how to say it nicely, but your clothes do look like they're gone a few rounds with a Timberwolf and lost."

"Ouch."

"Up, bup, bup!" Rarity chided. "It isn't meant as a slight against you, darling. I only mean that you deserve better raiment to suit the rest of you." She looked at him through the rack of human clothes. "Go on now. Shed those crimes against fabulousity." Anon peeled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. "The trunks as well," Rarity said.

"You mean my boxers?" he asked, pointing at his underwear.

"Boxers?" Rarity tittered. "What a silly name for an undergarment. But yes, those as well."

"Err..."

"Oh, are you one of those never-nudes?" Rarity asked.

"Pardon?"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, there are dozens of them. Dozens!" Rarity said. "Of all ponies, I can understand the desire to be dressed at all times. But most of the time, even I prefer to be au naturale, at it t'were." Rarity said, turning in place, to show that she was aggressively naked. Though as with most mares, her tail did a good job to mostly occlude her modesty.

"No, it's not that... or maybe it is..." Anon grumbled. "Eh, fuck it." He slid off his boxers. They did need to be washed anyway.

Rarity did a quick double take and blushed. "Oh, I'm flattered darling, but you can put that thing away," she said.

"What?"

Rarity motioned her hoof at his general groin region. "You, *ahem* excitement, dear. Do see about getting that stowed away before we begin."

Anon looked down at his flaccid penis. "This is as away as it gets," he said. "I don't have a sheath or anything."

Rarity looked out from around the clothes rack again and gave his genitals a more clinical examination. "Oh. I'm sorry. Well then I could understand your hesitance to disrobe. Let start with getting something for your hindquarters first then." Rarity grabbed a wide tube of fabric, shaped into a truncated conic section, and levitated it over to him. "Here, try this on."

Anon took it and held it up in front of himself. "This is a skirt."

"... And?"

"I don't think I'm Scottish enough to pull off this look," he said.

"Forgive me, darling, I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the term."

"It's just- I was hoping for something more in the way of pants," he said.

"Ah. Well never fret, I have pants for you as well," Rarity said. She shuffled a few of the clothes hangers over and passed him another garment.

"This is a shirt," he said.

Rarity chuckled. "I know we come from different cultures, but pants, shirt? Words are just things. Try it on." Anon tried to put the shirt on, but found that the sleeves were oriented to come out of the front the the breast of the shirt, which would have made sense on a quadruped pony, but not a human. "Hmm," Rarity hummed as she looked at the fitting. "I can see where I'll need to make a lot of changes." She undid the buttons in the front so he could put his arms in the sleeves and hold his arms out to the sides. She took her fabric marker and made some measurements to take in the back, and add to the front.

"How is this pants, though?" he asked. "Pants are for legs."

"Yes. Your forelegs," Rarity said, grabbing a photograph of Fancy Pants from her famous clientele wall. Just as she described, his 'fancy pants' was the top half of a tuxedo, with sleeves for his forelegs, and the jacket covering his back. His back half was very much bare.

"This is Donald Duck fashion," Anon said.

"I don't know who that is, darling. But he sounds like a sharp dresser," Rarity said.

"I'm not going around bottomless," Anon said. "I need pants for my legs. My hind legs." He picked up his old clothes. "Look, look at these," he said.

Rarity examined the structure of his old pants. She looked at them, and then at his lower half, and back again. "These don't seem to make very much sense, darling."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, here," she said as she pointed at the crotch of the pants. "If your... business is always out and about, wouldn't a garment of this shape be a bit confining? I can't imagine that would be very comfortable."

"I mean- sometimes?" he admitted.

"It just seems to me that a skirt makes more structural sense then, wouldn't it?" Rarity asked.

"I dunno, I guess. But I'd still prefer pants. And some fresh pairs of these, as well." He held up his boxers. Rarity held the shorts in her magic, giving the hem a pull.

"Stretchy!" she mused.

"Yeah, it has an elastic waistband," he said.

"How innovative." Her hoof touched a corner of the material. "Is this satin?"

"I dunno. Maybe."

"How posh for an undergarment," she said.

"Well it feels good," he said.

"I can imagine," she smirked. "Alright. I have some ideas. Let me just get your exact measurements." Her magic grabbed her tape measure and her notebook. Her hooves guided his arms out to the sides as she quickly went about getting his dimensions, working her way down. Back and front, waist, legs. "And now for the in-seam," she said. "Pardon me for just a moment." Her magic gently cupped his balls and lifted them up and out of the way as her hooves measured the inside of his leg and thigh.

"Hey now-!"

Her magic made his whole groin tingle, and despite the embarrassing nature of the clinical examination, he could not help his involuntary reaction as his penis lifted itself up out of her way. But just as quickly as she had touched him, she was done and jotted the number down. She looked at him again and saw the turgid state she had left him in.

"Ah, I suppose now I should be flattered?" she asked.

He grabbed his old boxers and started to quickly dress himself. "Yeah, well, it has a mind of it's own. And to be fair, you were the one touching it."

"I'm kidding, darling. There's no need to be defensive or embarrassed. You're not the first stallion I've had get a little too excited about getting new clothes," she said with a coy grin, swishing her tail. "I'm aware of the effect I have on ponies."

"Uh huh."

"Why don't you go have a seat in the waiting lounge and I'll throw something together more to your liking in just a few minutes."

"Alright..." Anon walked out of the dressing booth and found the lounge. There was a small couch and a couple chairs with a coffee table and some fashion magazines.

"Can I get you any refreshments?" Sandbar asked as he walked by the lounge. "We have coffee, tea, juice...?"

"Applejack Daniels?" he asked.

"It's... not even noon," he said.

"No you're right. I should just start with a beer," he said.

"I'll get you some juice," he said.

Anon grumbled. "Pssh, yeah. Because that's the same thing."

"Is everything alright?" Yona asked.

Anon shrugged. "Eh."

"If answer is not yes, then it's no," Yona said, sitting in the sofa across from him. Sandbar returned with a tray of cups and a pitcher of juice.

Anon watched the pony kiss the yak before he turned and left to mind the store. "I take it you two are... an item?"

"Yup. He's my special somepony," she said.

"So how does that work?" Anon asked. Yona raised an eyebrow. "I don't mean like, physically. I mean like, isn't that unusual? Since you're different species, doesn't that make things challenging, as a couple?"

She smiled. "Oh, does human have a eye on a special somepony?"

Anon groaned.

"That's not a no," Yona said, smiling a little bigger, before regaining her composure. "Yona won't lie. When Yona first come to Ponyville, Yona felt alone. Only yak in town. Surrounded by ponies and other creatures, but still feel alone. Yes?"

"Yeah," Anon agreed with the sentiment.

"Some ponies only see what Yona is: not pony. Then Yona meet Sandbar. Kind pony say sweet words. But pony still not yak. Yona not sure if Yona could love non-yak. Yona feel even more alone. But after time, Yona learn that it's not what we are, but who that's important." Yona placed her hoof against Anon's chest, over his heart. "Who we are, inside. And Sandbar love Yona for who she is, not what. And Yona love Sandbar. Even if he is pony."

"Yak still best, though," Sandbar said, clearly eavesdropping after hearing his name.

"Yak still best!" Yona agreed. He poked into the lounge to kiss her again before he walked away to mind the store. "Some ponies maybe give funny looks, but Yona no care. Let ponies look! Yona happy. Yona find right partner. Even if not yak. Anon find right one too. Even if not human."

"Yeah. I guess some ponies can only see me for what I am," Anon said.

"But not all ponies. Most ponies good," Yona said.

"Thanks Yona. I think that's just what I needed to hear."

"Of course. Yaks give best advice!" she beamed and then went to go join Sandbar out in the front of the store.

By the time Anon finished his glass of juice, Rarity returned with the alterations to his clothing completed. She led him back to the changing room. "I didn't have any elastics for the waist band, so I hope you don't mind a drawstring," she said.

"How about a belt?" he asked.

"That works too," she said. He tried on the pants. They fit really well. He was hoping for a new pair of blue jeans but he got slacks. "And for the top, a made two rows of buttons to make the closure adjustable."

"Like a chef's coat," Anon said.

"Ah, so you do have an eye for fashion," Rarity mused.

"Why the popped collar?" he asked.

"Creative license," Rarity said. "I thought the look suited your... verticality. The material is very light, and the three-quarter sleeves roll up to help you to stay cool in the heat of summer."

"Thank you," Anon looked at himself in the mirror. He looked good. "So how much do I owe-"

"Up-bup-bup!" Rarity chided. "First one's free. Because I know once you've had just a taste of Rarity, you'll be back for more."

"Heh, phrasing."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing. But yes, I will certainly be back. I'm going to need a lot more clothes that aren't pony shaped."

"Darling, I love clothes about as much as any pony possibly can. But you really should see about getting over your little disorder."

"Disorder?"

"Being a never-nude. It's going to get expensive for someone with you... custom figure."

"But I'm not a-"

"Listen, I can make you a full set of those... oh heavens, what did you call them? Boxers?" Rarity tittered. "Those are simple enough that I can make you set in bulk without you breaking the bank. I can make you more clothes if you wish, but at the danger of hurting my own business, I really recommend that you become more comfortable in your own fur- er, skin."

"... Consider it considered," he said. At least he had something else to wear while he laundered his old clothes. A quick trip to the marketplace on the way back to the condo made the bed and fridge not look quite so bare. It wasn't a home yet. But it was a good first step.

The condo bed was a far cry from the feather-soft mattress that Fluttershy slept on. But it was still better than her couch. Anon stretched out as he woke up the next morning. Moving through the full range of motion, he found that his shoulder was back to feeling pain free without any of the topical analgesic. That meant it was time to report back to work. He opened the fridge.

"... I probably should have bought something other than cider." He stopped by Sugarcube Corner on the way to grab some breakfast. "Morning, Pinkie," he greeted.

"Morning, Stud!" Pinkie Pie said back with a wink, flirting with as much subtlety as she was capable of. Which wasn't much. "Looking for breakfast? I've got a tray of free muffing samplers fresh out of the oven. Different flavors and colors. Even pink. The pink ones are the best, by the way. Do you want one of my pink ones?"

"Uh sure," Anon said, never one to say no to 'free'. "I'd love to eat your pink muffin."

Pinkie Pie giggled. "I bet." Despite the line of customers, Pinkie Pie leaned on the counter and watched Anon eat. "What'da think?" she asked.

"Hmm," Anon tried to articulate his critique with a full mouth. "I'm tasting strawberry, cherry, and... something else that I can't identify..."

"Snozzberry," she said.

"Ah yish-" Anon finished chewing. "It's a little dry though."

"You think my pink muffin needs a cream filling?" Pinkie asked.

Anon nodded. "Yes!"

"I agree." Pinkie Pie licked her lips. "Maybe you can help me with that."

"Sorry Pink, I already got a job over at the spa."

"Oh, I know," Pinkie said. "Everypony knows."

It was then that Anon noticed the eyes of every mare in the shop were on him. It wasn't the stares of fear or curiosity that he had gotten used to from before. These were more... lurid. The Ponyville clock tower chimed the hour.

"Fuck! I'm late for work!" Anon jumped up out of his seat and jogged out the door. Fortunately, as his realtor had said, everything in Ponyville was within walking distance. He covered the distance in just a couple minutes. "Oh..." There was a line outside the spa door. Why was there a line outside the spa door? As he passed by the crowd he heard a smattering of hushed murmurs.

"He's here today!"
"Can he really last a whole minute?"
"I heard he can go for five."
"I heard he can go as long as you want."

Anon walked past them and into the entrance. Aloe was busy at the front desk with a customer. Lotus lit up as soon as she saw him. "Anon!" she called out to him, waving him over. "I'm so glad you're back! Miss Flüttershy told us you were unwell a couple days ago."

"I'm fine now. Sorry about that," he apologized. He glanced at the line. "Is that whole line for me?"

"Oh, no no," Lotus said. Anon breathed a sigh of relief. "That line is to make an appointment with you."

"Wait- WHAT!?" he balked.

Aloe nodded. "It seems that Miss Zecora was most effusive about her enjoyment or your service."

"If your estrus needs tending, ask for Anon's happy ending," one of the mares in the waiting area recited.

"Good ol' Zecora..." Anon grumbled. Leave it to her to be his hype-mare, coming up with a catchy slogan. His shoulder ached just from looking at the line and he sighed. "Who's first?" he asked.

She told him.

"I... I'm going to need a minute to get ready," he said.

"That's fine," Lotus said. "She has the Tour de' Spa package with her friend. They're in the sauna right now. But they should be done in just a few minutes."

"Her friend?"

Lotus told him the name of her friend.

"Is... she on my appointment list?" he asked nervously.

Lotus looked over at Aloe who quickly flipped through the appointment book but then shook her head, no.

"Okay. I guess I'll be in my suite then," he said. Anon's suite, massage suite #3, formerly the storage room, abutted against the sauna, sharing a wet wall for the hot water plumbing. The wall was not terribly thick. It wasn't hard to make out the muffled voices coming through

~

"... was just in my boutique yesterday, darling. I made him a dapper ensemble," he hear a mare say in her recognizable inflection.

"Did... did he mention me, Rarity?" a second, more timid voice asked quietly, but still just barely audible.

"I don't believe so," Rarity replied. "Why do you ask?"

"We... we had a bit of a fight. And he moved out."

"Oh, goodness darling! What happened!?"

"We- we may have... done it."

"It? You mean IT it?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, ho, ho, Fluttershy! You little minx!" Rarity tittered. "You simply must dish!"

"... about the fight?"

"No, no, darling. The sex! I mean, yes obviously I care about the fight. But you know what a whorse I am for juicy gossip! Tell me everything!"

"Rarity, he... He was amazing!" Fluttershy said. "Even though he isn't as big as a stallion-"

"I know."

"Oh?"

"As I said, he was in my boutique yesterday. And let's just say, he was quite excited about getting new clothes. But how did he use it?"

"Rarity, I- I thought it would only be for thirty seconds like any other stallion. It was small enough for me to fit the whole thing in my mouth, but I sucked and sucked, and he didn't cum. I thought I was doing it wrong, but he told me humans last a long time. And when he mounted me, I was on my back on the bed and... he just kept going and going. And then when he used his fingers at the same time- Oh his fingers, Rarity! You have no idea how good they feel!"

"You sound like you enjoyed it."

"I lost count of how many times I came!"

"Fluttershy, you needn't exaggerate for me."

"No, I mean it! I lost count after nine!"

"You can't be serious."

"Did you want to find out for yourself?" Fluttershy asked.

"No, no, no," Rarity said. "You know how I feel about engaging in inter-species erotica, myself. But you know how much I love hearing about your little forays on the wild side with your other critters."

"Well that's just it," Fluttershy said. "I don't think he saw it that way."

"Well of course not, darling. Just because he's another species doesn't mean he's an animal. At least, no more than you or I. For one, he can talk."

"All of my animals can talk," Fluttershy said. "The only difference is that I can understand them. But they're still my pets."

"Heavens, darling! Please don't tell me you thought of him as a pet!"

"I mean, yeah? Sort of."

"Goodness, Fluttershy! Even the racoons that work at my Manehattan boutique can't talk, but I still treat them like employees, not pets. Imagine if Twilight treated Spike like a pet!"

"..."

"Okay, bad example. But what if Sandbar treated Yona like a pet?"

"..."

"Outside of the bedroom, I mean!"

"I suppose that would be pretty demeaning for her..."

"My word Fluttershy. And you're supposed to be the element of Kindness."

"Oh- you're right, Rarity. I'll apologize to him the next time I see him," she said.

"Well darling, I don't know if you saw the line out there, but you may have to take a number... Oh fiddlesticks! Look at my hooves pruning up! How long have we been in here!?" Anon could hear their hooves shuffling as they exited the sauna.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at his suite's door. Anon walked over and opened it. Rarity stood on the other side. Her normally-perfectly-sculpted mane was damp, slightly messy, and hung limp against the side of her neck. The rest of her fur glistened with the moisture from the sauna.

"Good morning, Anon," Rarity greeted. He held the door for her and bid her inside. "Such a gentlecolt!"

"Good morning, Miss Rarity." Anon said. He briefly glanced past her, out into the rest of the spa, but he didn't see Fluttershy anywhere. He looked back at his current client. "It's nice to see you again."

"Yes. Who would have thought that we would see each other again so soon after our last encounter?" she mused as she made her way inside and he closed the door. "When Fluttershy first told me you had started working here, I thought I would make an appointment as an opportunity to meet you for the first time. But alas..." She looked at the outfit he was wearing. The one she had just made for him the day prior. "I see you're quite taken with your new apparel. Now that is flattering."

"Thank you, again, for the clothes," Anon said.

"You're quite welcome, darling." Rarity set her bag down on the suite bench and climbed up onto the massager table.

"So, um... What can I do for you today?" he asked.

"It was my understanding that your employ here was that of a masseur, no?"

"I am."

"Then a massage is what I would like," she said.

"Yup. Okay... What kind of a massage, though?"

"Well actually, I was hoping to try something new today," she said.

"Oh?"

Rarity's magic opened her bag on the bench and levitated out a bottle over to Anon. "I have this leave-in crème-rinse for my hair. As I'm sure you've noticed, my coiffure isn't its usual, radiant self at the moment. I do so love the sauna, but the humidity is atrocious for my mane and tail."

"Isn't this something for someone at a salon to do?"

"Yes... though normally I would just do it myself."

"So why have me do it?"

Rarity chewed her lip for a moment. "Because I asked?" Anon opened the bottle. "Ah ah!" Rarity chided. "The crème has an oil base, and I won't have you staining the clothes I just made you!"

Anon shrugged. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. He peeled off his shirt and pants and hung them on the bathrobe hooks until he was just in his boxers. He poured a blob the size of a silver dollar into his palm and walked over to start rubbing it into her mane. She stopped him at just that last moment.

"Anon, I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I want to stress how important my mane is to me. Anypony who knows me will tell you the same. I know you're not cutting or dying it. And there's really no way to screw up a crème rinse..."

"If you're trying to make me feel less nervous, you're doing a really bad job of it," Anon said.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'm just trying to make you understand what an honor this is."

"...Okay. I get that. So again, why do you want me to do it then?" he asked.

This time it was Rarity's turn to be nervous. "I... I have it on good authority that your fingers feel good."

"Um, I'm not sure who told you that," Anon lied, "But I don't think they meant that in the way you're thinking."

"Oh, I know precisely how they meant it, darling," she said, regaining her confident poise. She glanced back at him over her shoulder and gave her mane a little flip. "As you were."

Anon held a bough of her mane and ran his palm down along it, spreading the crème, working it into her hair until it was no longer visible, save for a glossy sheen. He got some more from the bottle and worked his way up the back of her neck until the bulk of her hair was treated.

"The scalp is where the nutrients are most useful," she said.

"I know. I'm getting there," he said. With another handful of crème, he pressed his fingers through her mane, touching down against the fine fur of her neck, gently, but firmly working it into her skin.

"Ah yes... yes that's nice," she said with a breathy whisper.

Anon moved his fingers up and down through her mane in small, half-inch advances, working his way up the back of her neck to the base of her head. He spent some time there, moving from one side to the other, feeling out the little knots of stress in her neck muscles. Good posture might save your back when being hunched over a sewing machine, but looking down all day at what you're working on just moves the problem area.

Rarity hummed in pleasure and he felt her leg twitch at the edge of the massage table against his thigh.

"Anon, I have to be honest," she started to say. He stop moving. "No you can keep going," she encouraged. "While I did make this appointment last week, I did hear about your little happy ending since then."

Anon just kept massaging her scalp. "Oh?"

"It would have been hard not to," she said. "News of a good stud travels fast among mares this time of year."

"Yeah... I can see that," he said.

"To be clear, I've no interest in partaking," she added. "Not that I've anything against interspecies relationships. I'm quite happy for Sandbar and Yona, for example. It's just not something I want for myself."

"That's fine."

"And nothing against you, dear. I don't want you to feel like I'm basing this on what I've seen. Size isn't everything."

"I- I know that."

"And it's not because I'm a lesbian, either. Goodness knows how I envy them this time of year though."

"You seem awfully defensive about this."

"It's not that," she said. "I'm a virgin. I shan't be taking any penis into my marehood before marriage. And I didn't want to lead you on."

"Don't worry. You weren't." Anon worked his way forward along her scalp.

"Mind the horn, darling," she said, "You mustn't get any crème rinse on it."

"Okay," Anon said, giving her horn space, parting her hair away from it. "Why is that?"

"The crème doesn't taste very good."

Anon massaged her scalp a bit longer. "Wait, hold up-" Anon said. "Why does that matter?"

Rarity giggled. "Stallions only have one erogenous zone, so they think there's only one way to please a mare. But a mare has dozens, my dear. You've been doing quite well on one of mine already."

"... Your hair?"

"My scalp, darling," she said. "A unicorn's horn is a common one as well for mares. Stallions, as well, though few admit it."

"Yeah. I might have glanced at an anatomy book since I got here," he said.

"Yes, but just having a map of the sea doesn't make you a sailor," she said. "Otherwise you would have know how wet this was making me." Her tail swished against his leg. "Not all of that dampness is from the sauna, you know. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. My tail still needs to be treated. Would you mind giving me a back rub on the way?"

Rarity propped herself up on the pillow as Anon worked her way down her back, working the conditioner into the fur of her body. First her back, and then her sides as well, taking care not to tickle her. If her reaction was any indication, then her cutie mark on her flank was yet another erogenous zone. Finally he arrived at the dock of her tail, and the rest of it hung down below the edge of the table.

Anon turned and grabbed his stool to sit at the end of the massage table. As he sat down, Rarity rolled onto her back, letting her tail drape down over the edge. Anon filled his hand with more crème and worked it into the hair of her tail, running his fingers through and down like a broad comb. Bending over to reach down the length of the tail as he was, he was more or less face to crotch with the horny mare. While the rest of her fur had dried for the most part, her marehood shimmered with a sheen of wetness coating it.

"I must admit, you've quite the restraint," Rarity said. "Most stallions in your position would be trying to drown themselves by now."

"Well, for one, I'm not a stallion," Anon said. "And secondly, you didn't ask me to,"

"Such a gentlecolt!" Rarity said. "If it's my consent you're waiting for, you have it."

"And third," Anon continued, "maybe I don't want to do that."

Rarity scoffed. "Anon, you wound me! I'll have you know that my hygiene is immaculate! I ask at the danger of invoking a lady's worst fear, but do you not find my scent pleasing?"

'Oh geez, here we go,' Anon thought. Another thing the females of this world had in common with his. He held his hands up. "I'm mostly smelling the conditioner," he said. "And besides, it's more that fact that you're a- not a human. I mean, I'm not a pony. Doesn't that bother you?"

Rarity opened her mouth to respond, but paused in silent thought for a moment. "Not as much as I thought it would," she said. "Now that I think of it, I'm more bothered that you declined. I've never been denied before."

"But didn't you just tell me that an interspecies relationship was not something you wanted?" he asked.

"I did," she replied. "Because I didn't want you to get your hopes up about having intercourse. I never meant to imply that foreplay was out of the question."

"...Huh."

"Do you think that makes me selfish?" Rarity asked. Her horn glowed and Anon felt a gentle grip on his shaft through his boxers. "I'll return the favor."

"I appreciate that, but I just can't get over the hurdle of performing oral sex on another species," he said.

"But you have no problem receiving it?" she asked.

"..."

"I... may have spoken with Fluttershy recently."

"Uh-huh," Anon groaned.

"Darling, please, I must know your opinion of my scent! My pride is at stake! Does it displease you? Either tell me no, or spare my feelings!"

The air around him very much still smelled like hair product. He hesitantly, slowly leaned over and inched closer to her marehood. The puffy, inverted-teardrop shape above the pucker of her ponut looked like an exaggerated exclamation point. It wasn't so different from a human vagina that he could mistake it for anything other than what it was. But it was still different enough in appearance to be an ever-present reminder of how alien the situation was. In case her dripping wetness wasn't enough, she parted her lips with her magic.

He realized that he could smell her right along. It had been so subtle, yet omnipresent. He thought it was just how she smelled prior to the overpowering fragrance of the conditioner. Even the day before in the boutique. It was the same scent. But it wasn't just her. It was specifically coming from here.

"Oh- yeah. I've been smelling this!" he said. "I've been smelling this right along. It smells fine!" he assured her. Apparently even that was inadequate.

"Just fine?" she asked.

"No, I mean, it smells nice," he corrected. "I thought you were wearing a fragrance or something yesterday-" he paused. "That's not what this is, is it?" he asked.

"No, darling. That's all me," she assured him. "And as they say, smell is seventy five percent of taste, so..." she coaxed him.

Anon winced and closed his eyes. He stuck out his tongue like a petulant toddler, summoned all his courage, and leaned forward. His nose bumped into her pussy and he gave her a quick, experimental lick, and braced himself. The last thing he wanted to to was break her heart by being physically ill.

Anon's eyes shot open in surprise. He looked up at her eyes and then back down at her pussy. He gave her another, longer lick. "Holy shit! This is good!" he said.

"I appreciate the compliment, but please spare the vulgarities when referring to my lady bits," she said.

"No, I mean this is really good!" he said, leaning in to give her several more licks. "I'm actually upset at how good this tastes!"

"Um... thank you?"

"Wait, is this illusion?" he asked.

"No darling, I told you, that's all me."

"How is it this good!?" he asked, not bothering to wait for an answer. He grabbed her thighs with his hands and pulled her hips into his face as he went down on her like he hadn't eaten in days.

"It's good hygiene and- ah diet, darlingggnnah!" Rarity moaned as she felt him licking her entire pussy with his tongue, probing her entrance with it as deeply as he could.

"Are they all this good?" he asked when he briefly came up for air and then dove back in.

"Forgive me daaahahling, I hadn't conducted a formal survehehahey!" Rarity's hooves gripped the edges of the massage table and her legs crossed behind his head. "Don't neglect tha-ah-ah, the rest of my tail, dear."

Anon moved his hands from her thighs to finish crème rinsing her tail, running his fingers through the snarls to straighten them. Though it did mean her tail getting pulled.

Rarity tensed and her legs squeezed his head as she moaned and shuddered in orgasm, flooding his mouth with more of her delicious nectar. Though a lady, she remained, irrevocable, a horse. And she had underestimated the strength in her legs crushing his head. His tail-pulling, at first accidental, and then somewhat playful, became the desperate yanking of a man on the verge of asphyxiation. "Gently, please!" she cried out. Her legs unlocked behind him and he lurched upright, coughing and sputtering, gasping for air. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I lost myself there!"

"I got a little lost, myself, in there." He coughed once more. His entire front was drenched, dripping from nose to belly button with her climax.

"I really am sorry," she apologized again. "I've never had a stallion do that to me like that before. Their lapping is usually so boring and predictable. But that-" she panted. "My word, it felt like you were doing calligraphy with your tongue! And here I had been anticipating your fingers!"

"Well they have been called magical," he said with a coy grin as he reached down to show her. Her magic grabbed his wrist.

"Ah-ah," she chided. "Wash first, please. That crème is for external use only."

"Right. Of course." Anon turned and washed his hands in the utility sink in the corner of the former storage room. After a thorough rinse, he came back over to the massage table, holding them up for her approval. She nodded and he stood beside her on the table.

He placed his palm over her marehood and looked into her eyes as he slid his middle finger between her folds, moving up and down just inside her vulva. His other fingers gently parted her lips and joined the first, sliding up and down along her wet lips. He took care to keep his palm from grazing the one spot that would send her over the top, despite it's incessant winking. Her moans of pleasure became plaintive whining. The wry look on his face told her he wasn't failing out of ignorance.

"A moment ago you were wearing me on your face like you were going to take me to a masquerade, and now your teasing?"

"Do you want some cheese with that whine?" he asked.

"Ugh! Is that your idea of wit?" she asked. "You've a much better use for that tongue." Her eyes crossed as she looked up at her own horn before she nodded her head and pointed it at him.

"Uhhh..."

Rarity rolled her eyes. "Typical male. It's not a penis!"

All things considered, it wasn't the weirdest thing Anon would have done, even just in the last five minutes. He leaned forward and opened his mouth. Despite her argument contrarywise, her horn was very much phallic. With it in his mouth he did his best to lick and suck it in the way he imagined he would want to be pleased. Between that, and his fingers playing with the exterior of her pussy, her content moaning told him it was a winning strategy.

"Goodness, darling, put it in already!" she begged.

"Hit his hin!" Anon mumbled around her horn.

"Not my horn," Rarity said, grabbing his wrist with her hoof. Anon's mouth pulled off her horn.

"You mean my fingers?" he asked.

"I mean all of it," she said.

"I thought you said you were saving yourself for marriage."

"I don't mean your penis! I'm asking for your deep tissue massage," she said.

Anon held up his forearm. "Yeah, I'm no stallion, but I'm pretty sure this will break your hymen."

Rarity laughed so hard she totally didn't snort, and if you ever ask her she will deny it. "Darling! I lost my hymen to a hairbrush handle ages ago!"

"So... I can give you an elbow-deep tissue massage, as long as it's not my penis?" he asked.

"Of course darling. I need to preserve my innocence after all."

Something inside Anon's mind broke. "...You know what? Fuck it. I'm not even going to try to question that logic. Roll over!"

"Mhmm, so commanding!" Rarity purred.

She looked back at him and he held his arm up to her again. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Darling, if I were any more ready, I'm quite certain I might perish!"

"Alrighty..." Anon held her tail in his free hand and held it off to the side. His other hand was already plenty wet from playing with her. He probed around for just a moment, easily finding her entrance. He slid in one, two... four fingers. He tucked his thumb against his palm and slowly slid the rest of his hand inside up to his wrist. He curled his fingers inside into a fist and advanced more of his arm in. The lips of her pussy stretched naturally around the girth of arm as more of it slid inside. She didn't show any sign of discomfort, even as his upper arm bumped against the dock of her tail, keeping him from going any further.

He started to pump the length of his arm in and out of her. Her 'lady bits' were making some very unladylike, wet squelching noises. She didn't seem to pay it any mind.

"Mmm! It feels so good to finally feel something fuck me!" she moaned.

As he continued to fist-fuck her, Anon was intrigued that he was having such an easy time of it. "Pony or not, I wasn't expecting a virgin to be so-" don't say loose, don't say loose, don't say loose, "so- not challenging to... enter?"

Rarity narrowed her eyes slightly. "Just because I've never taken a real penis doesn't mean I don't have a vast array of feminine accessories."

"Rarity, I'm up to my elbow in your pussy. You can just say, dildos."

Rarity balked. "Such a mouth! I still say it's best use isn't talking!" She arched her back and craned her head and horn, back at him. Anon put his free hand under her chin and started sucking her horn again while he fisted her deeply. He could feel the effects his tongue was having on her horn in the muscle spasms of her pussy gripping his arm. "Ah- As I was saying- I'm actually surpri-hi hi-ized you don't have any dildooh-oh-ohHhs here! There's a shoh-ah-ahop in Canterloh-oh-ah-hot I could recommmmhhmend! The Cro-oh-ohmygoodness-ohmygosh-ohmygosh!"

Rarity's pussy gripped and spurted out around his arm as she came, splashing her marecum against his boxers. Meanwhile, her horn went off inside his mouth. Anon's vision went white for a moment and it felt like he was licking a nine-volt battery. Arcane smoke puffed out of his nose and all he could smell was o-zone. His mouth let go of her horn and his hand let go of her chin. She flopped forward onto the massage table and hugged the pillow as she came.

"Keep going!" she cried.

His free hand grabbed her tail and he planted his feet firmly on the tile floor, giving him the leverage to keep his arm moving through her orgasm. He kept going and so did she, whimpering against the pillow as he kept fucking her, and her pussy kept quivering and squirting until no more came. His arm kept going until her hind legs, tense in orgasm, fell limp, along with the rest of her body. She fell face-first into her pillow.

"Lalilee?" he tried to call her name but his tongue was numb from her horngasm. "Rawrahee!?" he tried again with no response. With some effort, he was able to pull his arm out of her thoroughly-fucked marehood. It pulled free with a wet 'shlorp', letting the rest of her pent up marecum gush out. He walked around in front of her and lifted her face out of the pillow. "Hey yew ohay?" he asked. Her eyes fluttered for a moment and crossed out of sync like a chameleon as she struggled to focus.

"Daaaahhhhlinnnnngggg-" The word just sort of dribbled out of her slack mouth. She started to fade out again.

"Hey hey, don't pash out on me!" he slurred, giving her cheek a firm slap.

"Mmm. Harder, daddy..."

"Rarity!" he forced the word out.

"Oh- ho- what!? " Rarity blinked her eyes awake again and they focused on him.

"Hey, welcome back," he greeted. "Do you think you can walk?"

She nodded. "I think so." She looked over at her bag on the bench. Her horn sparked and then fizzled. "Grab my bag for me?" she asked.

He brought her bag over to her. She opened it and dug through it manually with her hooves grabbing her bit pouch. She poured it into his hand. It was a good deal more than his asking rate.

"Rarity, this is a lot."

"No, dear," Rarity said as she nodded back at her hind end. "That- was a lot!" She blinked and shook her head before looking at the mound of bits in his hand. "From one entrepreneur to another, this is what you should be charging for that kind of service."

"Rarity, this is almost triple stud rates!" he said.

Rarity smiled and whispered, "And you would still put those other stallions out of business!"

She carefully climbed down off the massage table onto shaky hooves and walked to the suite door. With her mane in a frightful mess and her face plastered with a goofy grin she staggered through the spa lobby like a drunk mare that had just been thrown from a tornado. She reunited with Fluttershy on the way out of the spa.

"I think you were right, Fluttershy..." Rarity said, looking back at Anon, blowing him a kiss with a sly wink.

Anon stood in the doorway of his massage suite, watching Rarity reunite with Fluttershy in the Ponyville spa lobby. He briefly made eye contact with the shy pegasus that had once been his caretaker before she quickly looked away. The clock on the wall told him that he was already running behind. He turned and went back inside his suite to clean up. Not just the table, but the whole room, and himself.

The door opened without a knock. "Anon?" Fluttershy asked from the doorway.

Anon looked up from hosing down the massage table. "Hey, uh... you're not my next appointment, are you?" he asked nervously.

She shook her head. "No. I- I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."

"Yeah, well a minute is about all you're going to have," he said, glancing at his bare wrist, where his watch used to be.

"I just wanted to apologize," she said. "I know you're not a pony, but I shouldn't have treated you as any less of an equal. And... and looking back now, I realized that I shouldn't have led you on like that."

Anon toweled dry the vinyl padding on the table. "Yeah, well... It did hurt. But I realized that I had made a few assumptions, myself. Expectations. It was easy for me to see what I wanted to see. So I guess I led myself on a bit, too," he said. Fluttershy chuckled. "What's funny?"

She gave him a soft smile. "It's just that- I can communicate with animals, but I guess that doesn't automatically mean I'm good at communicating," she said.

"Yeah. Me too," he said. "I mean, about communicating, not the talking to animals bit. I guess I just saw what I wanted because I didn't realize how badly I wanted it."

"What's that?" she asked.

Anon shrugged. "Love? Maybe... companionship? I'm the only human in the whole world. I didn't realize how lonely I felt."

"Oh, Anon!" Fluttershy walked to his side and hugged him. It was a platonic display of affection. "You are a wonderful creature. I'm sure you'll find love. And you don't ever need to feel lonely. There are a lot of ponies who like you already." Anon glanced out into the lobby. Fluttershy shook her head. "No- I don't mean because of this. I mean your friends. Though I must say... studding, Anon?" Fluttershy stood back and looked him up and down as though seeing him in a new way. "On the one hoof I want to say that it suits you. But at the same time, not at all."

Anon blushed. He was still a bit embarrassed with his vocation. At least with her. "It's uh- I wouldn't really call it... studding. I mean, technically. It's just-" he held up his hands. "It's just a massage."

"Meester Anon?" Lotus said from the doorway in her delightful accent, making an insistent motion with her hoof.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be out in a second," Anon said, making the last preparations as Fluttershy started to walk out. "Hey, Shy!"

She stopped and looked back at him. "Yes?"

"Thank you, for..." his words hitched for a moment. What was it that he was thanking her for? Her apology? Was that the resolution that he needed? Yes, but that wasn't the only thing. "Thanks for coming by to talk. I appreciate it. I didn't like things still being left unresolved."

Fluttershy gave him a warm smile. "You're welcome." She walked out into the lobby and Anon followed after her.

"...solutely an animal, darling. I can barely feel my hind legs!" Rarity babbled his praises to the line of ponies standing at the front counter. "Ah there he is!" She staggered over to him. "I was just telling the twins that your rates are positively criminal for a service of your quality, and I demanded that your pay be tripled."

"Rarity, you don't-"

Aloe cut him off. "We can't up-charge ponies that have already made appointments!" She looked at the line and then at Anon again. "But if you continue to have such a draw, we can discuss adjusting your salary tomorrow morning."

Anon was dumbfounded. "...kay."

Rarity turned to follow Fluttershy out of the spa. "Oh, Anon!" Rarity called out, running back over to him. "A couple more things. Firstly..." Rarity reached into her bag and gave him a business card. The Crop: Marital Aide Emporium in Canterlot. "In case you want to pick up some... tools of the trade. Oh, and, um... did you *ahem* lose something?" she asked quietly. She discreetly gave him back his wrist watch, still quite wet.

"Thanks." Anon wrapped it in a towel and then put it in his pants pocket, best to not lose it again. He waved goodbye to them. Once they left, he looked at Aloe. "And who's next?" he asked.

From across the lobby, the door to his suite closed quickly. Somepony had just darted inside. "She's waiting for you," Lotus said.

"Who is?" Anon asked. Aloe told him. Anon took a deep breath and stretched his shoulder muscles. This was going to be interesting. He walked across the lobby and cautiously opened the door to Suite 3, previously the janitorial storage. The room appeared empty. "Hello?" He closed the door behind him.

"Did they see me?" he heard a voice in the relatively small room.

"Shit, I didn't even see you!" he said. She dropped down in front of him from the ceiling shadows, making him jump backwards. "What the shit, Dash!? Are you trying to give me a heart attack!?"

Rainbow Dash had been one of the first ponies he met after Fluttershy first found him in the Everfree Forest. The fact that Rainbow could also understand him was when he realized that Fluttershy's talent with animals was special. It also indicated to Rainbow that he was special. There was no faster means of spreading news than by 'Rainbow mail'. Princess Twilight Sparkle and everypony else learned of his existence soon after. Aside from Fluttershy, the prismatic tomboy was one of the few ponies with whom he had actually started becoming somewhat more than acquaintances.

"Chill!" Rainbow Dash hushed him. "I just don't want Rarity or Fluttershy to know I'm here."

"I think you're good," Anon assured her. "Fluttershy didn't seem to notice, and Rarity- I don't think she even knows where she is."

"Heh, yeah I saw that," Dash snickered. "I'll have what she's having."

And there it was. Whatever reservation Anon might have had about crossing this threshold with a friend, Dash clearly didn't share. As Fluttershy had explained to him before, ponies sometimes had very different personalities during estrus. And a lot of the normal social protocol didn't really apply. And this certainly seemed to be a case. Anon mentally compartmentalized his concerns and remembered to maintain a professional attitude.

"Yeah, you and half the town..." Anon rolled his sleeves up. "So do you want me to start with your wings or your hooves or-"

"NO!" Dash yelped, making Anon jump again. "I mean- no, I don't want any of the other stuff. I'm in kind of a rush, so we can just skip to the good part. The deep tissue massage, right? Just please don't touch my hooves, okay? I don't like ponies touching my hooves."

"Uh, yeah, sure," Anon said. "Why don't you go ahead and..." he motioned to the massage table. Rainbow Dash hopped up and laid on her back. She spread her legs and let her tail hang off the edge of the table. It was nearly as damp as Rarity's after having come out of the sauna, (and all the subsequent coming).

The puffy, cerulean lips of her vulva parted slightly, revealing a sliver of her pink interior. Her musk hung heavy in the air. It was similar to other ponies. Before, he had just thought that was how they smelled, but now he understood better. Rarity had a unique aroma, once he understood what it was. And so did Rainbow Dash. "Does it taste as good as it smells?" he asked without thinking.

Dash gave an egotistical grin. "Ha! Can't resist to taste the rainbow, eh?" She spread her legs a bit wider. "See for yourself!" she offered.

Anon put his hands on her thighs on either side of her pussy and moved them closer as his face did the same. His mouth hung slightly ajar and he didn't realize he was panting, but she could feel his breath on her nethers. Her clitoris winked at him in a quick flash of her pink nub. Even with his limited experience, he could tell that her clit was noticeably smaller compared to every other one he had seen thus far.

"C'mon! Stop teasing!" she pleaded impatiently.

He needed no further coaxing. His hands parted her lips and he leaned in, giving her a bold, first lick. Though expected, his contact still made her whole body shudder as he ran it up along her pussy. Her flavor, like her scent, was similar to Rarity's but subtly different. Yes, it still very much tasted like pussy, and not all that much different from the women he'd had in the past. But like Rarity said, the roles of hygiene and diet were evident. Where Rarity's was like a mildly sweet potpourri, Dash's was much more tart. It has the sort of mouth pucker of a citrus fruit sour candy. Anon realized that she tasted like fucking Skittles®.

He licked her with enthusiasm, thoroughly enjoying it. On the one hand, Anon was delighted that Rarity wasn't an isolated case of good-tasting horse pussy. But the fact that Rainbow's was even better, and in such a different way left him with a strange feeling of dread that this was going to become a deviant hobby of his that he might never be able to fuel enough. He hoped, for his own sanity, that this effect only happened during the spring season for them. He couldn't imagine a lifetime of him meeting new mares year round like, "Good day to you, madam. I'm conducting a survey. May I lick your pussy?"

"Enjoying yourself?" Rainbow asked.

"Mmhmmf," Anon hummed and nodded while keeping his mouth firmly planted in her marehood.

"Alright, well, like I said, I'm kind of in a rush," Dash said. "I have to be at Wonderbolts practice in 90 minutes, in Cloudsdale, so-" Anon focused on licking her small clit. Rainbow bit her lip for a moment but continued. "I appreciate the effort, but I'm no easy comer, so you've kinda got your work cut out for you. I need the main event."

Anon sat up and wiped his mouth and chin on the small towel draped over his shoulder. He held up his forearm and looked at it and then at her lithe form on the table. "Are you sure about this?"

Rainbow rolled her eyes. "Yes! Don't worry. I can take it."

"Okaaay..." Anon rubbed his fingers and palm against the copious wetness of her estrus-addled marehood, giving himself ample lubrication. He prodded at her entrance with his fingers. Despite her confidence, she still felt very tight. Even so, she was quite pliable, and stretched around his fingers as he added more and more. His theory that ponies were made of marshmallow was looking more and more plausible as he watched her pussy stretch around the widest part of his hand as he slid inside her to his wrist.

Rainbow let out a breath that she had been holding. "Come on, I haven't got all morning."

"Alright, alright." Anon slid more of his arm into her. As he reached his elbow, the tips of his fingers grazed her cervix and he curled them back into a fist to avoid hitting it. Once that was set he started moving it in and out of her, at a gradual pace at first, and then faster, as she had requested.

"So why didn't you want Fluttershy or Rarity to see you?" he asked as he fisted her. "Did you not want them to know why you're here? Not to skirt the rules of confidentiality or anything, but I think you could tell that Rarity was here for the same thing."

"It's not that," Rainbow said, waving her hoof as casually as one could while getting an elbow-deep massage. "It's just that, I don't want them to tell Appl- ap uh- about it to my- er, special somepony," she said.

"You think they would do that?" Anon asked, keeping up his pace. "Is it really their business how, or with whom you deal with your heat?"

"No," Rainbow agreed. "But Rarity... Look, I love Rarity, but she's a whorse for gossip."

"Hmff. So I've heard."

"And I just don't want my mare- er, special somepony to get jealous. Sh- They can be kind of possessive."

"Okay... well then why aren't they the one rutting you silly?" he asked.

"Because she- I mean they- um-"

"Because she's a mare?" Anon asked, getting tired of the pronoun game.

"Ugh. Yeah."

"Is it really that big of a deal?" he asked. "I thought it was fairly common."

"Yeah, no- I mean, yeah it's common. But it is a big deal for me," she said.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not a lesbian," she said.

Anon's arm stopped moving for a moment. "So, when you say that you have a marefriend... what do you think that means?"

Dash huffed. "Yeah, we have sex, but I'm still straight." Anon raised an eyebrow at her. "I mean, I'm mostly straight."

"You know, bisexual is a thing," he said, resuming her deep tissue massage.

"Yeah, but I'm straight!" Rainbow insisted. "Yeah, she and I have sex. I love her, she's my partner and my soul mate, and all that other mushy stuff, but I still prefer dick! Especially this time of year."

"Do strap-ons not exist?" Anon asked.

"Yes-" Rainbow answered.

"Shame. And here I was in a world of mares about to become a billionaire."

"But she doesn't like using them. And I don't like the feel of them. I can't get off to them. I need the real thing!"

Anon held up his free arm. "I know humans are strange to you, but you know these aren't penises, right?"

Dash rolled her eyes. "I mean, I need a male! The feeling of a warm body penetrating me, like this."

"Well then I'll tell you the same thing I would tell anyone, male or female: Talk to your partner. Does she not understand how you feel?" he asked.

"She does. And we used to have an arrangement. But it doesn't work anymore," she said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well... we always figured that if we were going to have foals together, I'd want them to be as much like her as possible. So when spring came around, I'd have her brother stud me. So that way when we decided to have foals, we'd already have that relationship established. But then he up and got married! The jerk!"

"I didn't think you had foals, Dash," he said.

Rainbow scoffed. "Of course I don't yet! I'm a Wonderbolt! If I got myself pregnant now, that would be the end of my career! That's why I always used a birth control potion with him. But nothing puts out the flames of heat like a good orgasm from a hard rut, or dose of baby batter in the cooter. He usually didn't do the first one, but the second part always did the trick."

"How colorful... So if you're a Wonderbolt, why doesn't she have a foal then?" he asked.

"With her brother!?"

"No, you dolt! With somepony else!" he said.

"I would still want the foal to be like me, too. And the only other stallion in my family is my dad, and he's married, too. But that would make her foal, like... my half-sibling! And besides, I don't even want to think about him doing it with her. Like, how am I supposed to be able to ever go down on her again know my dad had his wang in there?"

"Imagine how she must have felt after you had been with her brother," he said.

Rainbow's expression was one of sudden realization. "...Oh. Yeah."

"Plus, that would have made her the aunt to your foals. But anyways, I'm surprised you didn't beat the other mare to the punch and marry him first," he said.

Dash blanched, "Eww, no!"

"Spoken like a real heterosexual, yup," Anon jibbed.

"Shut up, asshole. It's not like that. What he and I had was a strictly physical agreement. I didn't love him like that."

"Well speaking of beating somepony to a punch, are you gonna cum soon or what!? My arm's getting tired," he said.

"I'm trying! Are you?" she growled.

"I'm literally sweating," Anon said, literally sweating.

"Yeah, well that's not getting me mentally to that special place," she said. "And for buck's sake, could your technique be any more boring?"

Anon looked down at his arm thrusting in and out of her. "I haven't gotten any complaints before."

"Yeah, well ponies don't stand up and cheer for the Wonderbolts flying in a straight line over and over. You gotta mix it up and do some flips and shit."

"You want me to do 'flips and shit' with my fist in your pussy?" he asked.

"Well at least, like, do a barrel roll," Dash said, articulating her hoof in a circular motion.

"Uhhh..."

Dash huffed. "Stop treating me like I'm made of paper and fuck me up already! I told you I can take it!" Anon started rolling his wrist inside her in a circular motion like she had shown him, occasionally making a bulge appear in her abdomen. Rainbow propped herself up on her elbows to look down at herself as he did, watching the bump appear in her belly each time in fascination. "More like that! Bigger. Harder!" she instructed.

"What the hell do you want me to do, give your uterus an uppercut!?" he asked.

"Oh my gosh, yes!"

Anon adjusted his footing to crouch a bit lower to angle his arm upward into her, really exaggerating the bulge he was making in her abdomen. He was starting to actually get morbidly curious as to just what the hell her threshold even was. He was deforming the contour of her slender belly by as much as the diameter of his entire fist. For the first time since he started, Rainbow started to moan as she ran her hooves over her belly, feeling the bulge he was making with his fist.

Anon worked his arm in and out while curling his fist up into her hooves. "It looks like a foal trying to kick their way out," he remarked.

Rainbow Dash just shuddered in pleasure at the mental image of the words. Her hips started to buck and flex around him. Her legs started to quiver. He could tell she was close, but that she wasn't quite there yet. The distant look on her face of pleasure stared to plateau into a grimace of frustration as she shifted one way and then the other, as though she was trying to work out a wedgie.

"Talk to me, Dash," he said.

"I- I'm almost there, but I-" She kept squirming. "Lemme- lemme flip over!" Anon stopped moving and Dash turned herself over on the table, her body rolling over around his arm still buried inside her. She laid in a kneeling position, face down against the table with her hind end propped up, draping her flagged tail up over her back. "Alright, try that now."

Anon stood up and kept doing what he had been, this time angling his arm downward into her to hit at that same angle that was working before. Her wings sprang out to the sides, free from being under her, which looked like it was already more comfortable for her.

Her hooves slid under her and she played with her clit with one and clutched her belly with the other to feel his fist moving inside her again. "Yeah, yeah!" she moaned "Getting there! Oh fuck I'm so close, I just- I just-" Her moans of pleasure were intercut with growls of growing frustration as she kept getting edged again and again.

Her hind legs continued to quiver and one went out from under her, extending backwards at Anon, narrowly avoiding kicking him in the crotch. Her leg's erratic twitching meant she still might. With his free hand he reached down to grab her hoof to keep it from actually connecting with a blow.

By the stars! As soon as his fingers touched the frog of her hoof, it was like he had jabbed her in the ponut with a 30,000 Volt cattle prod. She came hard and her pussy clamped down on his entire arm like a vice. And she let out a squeal in a pitch usually reserved for batponies. He didn't hear it, so much as he felt it in the fillings of his teeth.

Her wings, which were already fully extended from being stiff, started flapping rapidly. The world's best flyer lived up to her title as she immediately took off straight up from the table, taking Anon with her. Well, sort of. His arm was still firmly stuck in her pussy amid her panic flapping. But as strong of a flyer as she was, it wasn't enough to lift him up off the ground all the way.

The tips of his toes were still sliding around on the floor as she flew around the room, her orgasming pussy dragging him around by his arm, swinging him like a wrecking ball, knocking over the massage table, the bench, his sitting stool and pretty much anything else that wasn't bolted down.

Between the noise of everything crashing around and the shrill tone of what sounded like a fire alarm going off, the door to the suite burst open as Aloe and Lotus came to see what all the commotion was about. At last, Rainbow's pussy relaxed enough for Anon's hanging weight to finally slide his arm free.

As soon as the girth of his hand popped out, the volume of her trapped marecum gushed out, drenching him underneath her. That final release sapped Rainbow of her panicked adrenaline rush and she tumbled out of the air, landing on top of him in a sort of controlled crash.

Lotus gasped in the doorway. "My goodness! Is everything okay?"

Anon moved his arm slowly through its range of motion and gave her a slow thumbs up. Despite everything, he hadn't been hurt beyond a few minor bumps from knocking over things.

Rainbow Dash's legs were still shaking so hard from cumming that her whole body was practically vibrating like a purring cat. Her voice trembled as she gave her concise, five-star review:

The low sunlight of the late afternoon streaked through the spa's lobby windows as Anon shuffled out of his massage suite, preceded by yet another thoroughly-satisfied client prancing through the lobby to the spa's exit.

"Fuck, is it five o'clock yet?" Anon grumbled. "At least the line at the front counter has diminished." Lotus gave him a harsh reminder that the line had just been for ponies making appointments. Anon groaned again.

A younger, more naïve version of himself would have loved the idea of getting paid for this kind of work. (Though maybe not necessarily with ponies.) The reality of it was far more labor-intensive than he had ever imagined. The clock in town square tolled five times to indicate the hour. "Ugh, finally!"

Lotus closed up the spa while Aloe ushered out the remaining patrons, reminding them to return in the morning for another chance to make an appointment.

Anon shuffled his feet through the lobby in nothing more than the boxers that Rarity had tailored for him. The rest of his clothes had gone into the wash earlier that day and he didn't bother to retrieve them. They clung to him with wetness, him having hosed himself down without even bothering to remove them. They were as dirty as the rest of him had been. And likely, still were. He shuffled over into Suite 2 and flopped face-first onto Lotus's massage table, letting the dead weight of his arms hang to either side of him like bags of cement.

"Meester Anon, are you alright?" Lotus asked with concern as she trotted in after him.

"No. I'm dead," he grumbled. Anon had never really been out of shape in his life. He was one of those blessed people with a great metabolism. Just the same, he was no body builder. Even with his experienced, toned muscles from being a masseur back in his world, he had been ill-prepared for just how much sheer exertion was involved with fist-fucking dozens of mares to orgasm one after another.

Lotus reached out to touch him, grimacing for a moment before making contact. Anon could hardly blame her for it. He had washed himself off as best as he could. But he had been repeatedly drenched in his clients'... satisfaction, to the point that it felt like it practically permeated into his pores. He had gone nose-blind to the smell. Clearly Lotus hadn't.

"Anon?" Aloe said from the doorway of the suite.

"Tired." Aloe sat beside the table and looked at him with concern. "Just- need-a minuh- t- rest," he assured her. Lotus pulled open a drawer in her suite's storage unit. She retrieved a jar of cream and applied a bit to her hooves and then passed it to her sister. Lotus started rubbing down Anon's shoulder on her side. "Whussat?" he asked.

"Muscle cream," Lotus said. "For your tired arms." Aloe started rubbing down his other shoulder. Anon found that he had to alternate between using both of them to give each one a break between clients. "For soreness, relaxation, and heeealing." The cream felt cool at first, and a little tingly like a menthol rub, then as she rubbed it in it felt warmer. "Anon? You are making a lot of ponies very happy, taking care of them like that,"

"Mhmm, I can tell."

"Don't forget to let yourself be taken care of," Aloe added.

"Thank you, ladies," Anon said.

"Shhh..." Lotus whispered. "You can thank us another day when your strength returns."

It took no leap of his imagination to know just how.

Anon stood outside the door to his condo the the fading light of the evening. His arms hung limp at his sides. The key to the door was in his pants pocket. It should have been a simple enough task for him to reach into his pocket and retrieve the key. Normally that was true. But life had been anything but normal since he had arrived in this world. And while his arms weren't sore anymore, they still felt very heavy.

The key in his hand felt like the weight of a dying star as he pulled it out of his pocket and put it into the door's lock. He opened the door and shuffled inside, closing it behind him. He made his way through the dim hallway of his condo and flopped onto his bed.

~ Babies didn't sleep this well. ~

Anon walked into work with a spring in his step, bright-eyed and ready to take on the day. He clocked in early, even, which was a first. He stood with a smile, bounding with energy, ready to receive his first client as the clock tower chimed the morning's opening hour.

The clock tower rang.

"Oh fuuuugg!" Anon groaned, crawling out of his bed. It was a dream. And now he was already late for work. Luckily he was already dressed, as he had slept in his clothes. He threw open his front door and headed out... And immediately face-planted into the ground. He tripped over something on his front stoop. He wiped the grass off his face and looked at the box, reading the tag:

From Rarity 💋

He opened the box quickly. It was a whole new set of clothes and an assortment of new boxer shorts in a variety of colors and fabric patterns. Anon quickly darted back inside his condo and got changed. He was now even more late, but at least he didn't look like a shambling transient. He jogged past Sugar Cube Corner. There was no time for breakfast. Perhaps he could order delivery.

Arriving at the spa, there was a large crowd waiting outside of it. It wasn't entirely unexpected for him. But it wasn't the organized line that it had been the day before. This one looked more like an angry mob.

"Let us in!" one mare yelled.

"It's past opening time!"

"My appointment was ten minutes ago!"

"IT'S HIM!"

The sea of ponies turned and looked at him. Anon felt his stomach drop. "Oh fuck." But the stampede he was expecting never came. He cautiously walked closer to the spa. The crowd of ponies fell silent and parted to let him though to the spa entrance. The door was still locked, and the sign said 'Closed'.

Anon knocked and peered through the glass. Lotus was rushing around the spa frantically, and didn't even notice him. Aloe managed to see him and rushed over to let him in, locking the door behind him to keep out the crown.

"Hey Aloe, I just wanted to thank you and Lotus for that cream, my arms feel-"

"Anon! Where in Tartarus have you bean?"

"I'm sorry, I know I'm late, but I was super tired last night and-"

"Alright, that enchantment should do it," a unicorn said, walking out of Anon's massage suite, "Totally sound proofed."

"Thank you, Miss Amethyst," Lotus said to the mare. "Yesterday was very... awkward."

"And I get a priority slot in the queue, right?" Amethyst asked.

"Unless Meester Anon wishes to pay for the work himself," Lotus said, looking pointedly at the human.

"Actually, I'd really rather have that appointment," Amethyst insisted, shuffling her hind legs.

"At your pleasure," Aloe said. "Anon? Your first client awaits."

Anon flexed his arms through their range of motion, preparing for a long day ahead. They weren't tired, or even that sore. At worst, they felt like he had done a light set of jumping jacks. That cream was a damn miracle. "Alright, let's do this!" Anon waved her toward the suite.

The commotion of the crowd outside rose up again. At first, all present inside thought it was in outrage at the line-jumper.

"Out of the way!" a gruff stallion's voice came from the back of the crowd.

"Stand aside!" another said.

"Make way!"

A pair of spears waded through the crowd toward the entrance. At last a pair of stallions emerged in front of the doors covered from horn to heel in the brass armor of the Royal Guard. "Open this door in the name of the princess!"

"Goodness!" Aloe gasped, rushing over to open the door, letting them inside, and closing it behind them.

The unicorn guard looked at Anon. "Stop right there, criminal scum! Nopony breaks the law on my watch!" He slapped a set of cuffs around Anon's wrists.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Lotus demanded.

"We've received reports of unauthorized studding!" the pegasus stallion said. He looked at Anon. "Have you a fucking permit!?"

"A what now?" Anon asked.

The other guard slapped him in the back of his knees with the shaft of his spear, causing his legs to buckle. "We'll be asking the questions, scum!"

"Have you! A fucking! PERMIT!" the first yelled in his face, spraying it as much as saying it.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Anon said.

"Wrong answer!" the unicorn guard yelled at him. "Search him!"

The pegasus guard checked Anon's pockets. Finding nothing but the key to Anon's condo, and a bit pouch that he had emptied at home. "No permit!" he reported.

"Book 'em!" the unicorn said. The other put cuffs on him. "You have the right to remain silent-"

"I'm being arrested!?" Anon yelped. "On what charges?"

"Studding without a permit!" The pegasus said.

"Anything you say can be used against you in court," the unicorn continued.

"I didn't know I needed a permit!" Anon said.

"Ignorance of the law is not a defense!"

"Aloe! Lotus! I'm sorry, I-"

"And you two," the pegasus took out a pad of paper and issued the spa twins a ticket. "A steep fine for commercial aiding and abetting unlawful studding on the premises."

"You have a right to an attorney," the unicorn continued as he led Anon outside. The first officer joined them and they made their way through the crowd.

"Hey where are you taking him!" one of the mares yelled.

"To be processed at the police station," the guards told her

"Hey! I had an appointment with him!" another mare cried out.

"Me too!"
"Me too!" Other mares joined into the protest.

"Studding without a permit is a crime!" the guard said.

"Let him get a permit!"
"Let him work!"
"Let him go!"

The crowd was growing increasingly agitated and closed in on them. Though armed, and armored, the guards were hopelessly outnumbered by the mob of angry, horny mares. A force of nature not to be trifled with.

"Sir?" the pegasus guard asked nervously.

"ALRIGHT, FINE! We'll take him to get a permit at town hall!" the unicorn said.

The two guards flanked Anon as they escorted him to town hall. The crowd of mares followed after them, but were made to wait outside town hall once they got there. Anon was led inside to an annex chamber to the main room. Inside, three of the four walls were lined with benches that were filled with stallions. It was the most male ponies Anon had ever seen since he arrived in this world.

Though he could hardly pay them much notice. The far side of the room was the center of everypony's attention. Mayor Mare was overseeing the proceedings of permit issuance. Proceedings which, for lack of better language, were effectively live-action studding tryouts.

A mare that Anon didn't recognize was presently being covered by a beige stallion humping away in the front of the room. Beside them another mare was holding a stopwatch and a third had a clipboard.

The stallion finished and dismounted. "Twenty seven seconds!" another mare with the stopwatch reported.

"A good showing!" a third mare with a clipboard said. The mare that had just been rutted was a unicorn whose mane looked like toothpaste. She looked at the one with the clipboard, giving a small shake of her head. The one with the clipboard filled in the form before giving it to Mayor Mare. The mayor read it over and stamped a card with a bold B.

The white mare with the clipboard looked at Anon and the royal guards and put her pen into the bun of her brown mane. "Is there a problem?" she asked as she walked over.

"Miss Raven, he needs an expedited issuance," the guard told her.

"Okay, I need to do one more for the form I already started and then I can cut him in," Raven Inkwell said. She adjusted her glasses and resumed her post by the Mayor. The other stallions on the benches grumbled and glared at Anon. None looked too pleased to see him. The guard undid Anon's cuffs and sat him down on the end of the bench, keeping watch over him.

"Caramel?" Raven called out. A tan stallion with a brown mane got up from the bench and approached her. Raven's assistant knelt down and produced a tape measure. He needed no other coaxing to become fully erect. She measured his length, and girth, and read off the measurements to Raven, who recorded them. Her assistant stepped away, and waved him toward the breeding mare. "You may begin whenever you are ready."

Caramel mounted the mare and penetrated her. Raven's assistant started her stopwatch. A few second later it was the scene that they had walked in on. He finished and dismounted her with a wet 'pop', and his softening dick swung free like a heavy pendulum. Her assistant read off the time. The mare being rutted shook her head. Mayor Mare looked over the paperwork and issued him a card with a bold B stamp emblazoned on it.

"Alright, Anon. You're next," Raven said.

"Wait, what!?" Anon said. "Hold up, I didn't know this was what I was going to be doing!"

"If you want to stud, you need a permit!" the guard told him.

"We're not barbarians," Mayor Mare said. "Studs need to be registered so we can keep track of them for public health concerns."

"Equestria wants her slice," one of the other stallions on the bench grumbled. The others murmured in agreement.

Mayor Mare gave him a stern look. "And yes, the tax revenue is nice. To help support all the single mothers you boys make every year." The rabble of the stallions grew a bit louder. "I don't have to issue more of these," Mayor Mare said. Her threatening tone was thinly veiled as she waved her stamp at them. The crowd went quiet.

Mayor Mare looked at Anon and showed him an example permit. "We take your measurements, and grade your performance. If your mare experiences and orgasm, you get a bonus multiplier. You'll get an A, B, C, or D class permit, A being the best, D being the... least best. Your permit class will determine your asking rates. Simple. Now if you would...?" She motioned for him to walk over to Raven, her assistant brandishing a tape measure.

"Okay, for one, I didn't know I was going to be doing this today!" Anon said. "And for two, I didn't think it would be in front of an audience!"

Raven looked at him over her glasses. "Oh. Performance anxiety? That's going to be a penalty." She made a mark on her test sheet. "Alright, strip."

Anon looked back at the guard by the door. "It's this or the slammer!" the guard told him. Anon unbuttoned his shirt and nervously stepped out of his pants and boxers. Despite the sexual nature of the situation, he was still quite flaccid.

"Do you need a fluffer?" Raven asked.

"Fluffer?" Anon asked.

"Minuette?" Raven called. The freshly-rutted unicorn mare with the toothpaste mane trotted over to him and held his penis with her magic. Before he could even react, she started sucking it.

"Whoahohoaheynow!" Anon stammered. His objections melted away as the mare demonstrated that she clearly knew what she was doing with her oral technique. Anon was fully erect in ten seconds flat. "Whoa whoa, stop," Anon said. "You don't have to do this." She stopped sucking at his behest and looked up at him.

"Have to?" Minuette said, looking confused. "Do you know how long I've been waiting to win the lottery to be here!? To get rutted by all these studs for free!?"

"Uh... okay."

Minuette looked at his erection. "Is that... it?" she asked. The other stallions snickered. Anon didn't say no. "Twinkleshine?" Minuette waved over Raven's assistant who held out the tape measure. She read off the measurements of his length and girth, much to the louder snickering of the other stallions. "Don't listen to them," Minuette whispered to him. "There hasn't been an A class stud since Big Mac got married. Just do your best, and you'll still get a permit, even if it's a D." She turned around and flagged her tail at him.

"So do you want me to just... go for it?"

"The timer starts as soon as you penetrate, and ends once you cum," Mayor Mare explained. "Don't try to fake not cumming, or else Minuette will tell us. Once you start, don't stop. No taking breaks or going slow to prolong it. Just keep a steady pace. Understand?"

"Okay, I get it," Anon said. "And you're alright with this?" he asked Minuette.

Minuette nodded enthusiastically. "It's what I've been waiting for! And we only just started! So I haven't... you know, gotten off yet. So I'm a little antsy to get to it!"

"There are a lot of other stud applicants, Anon. If there are no more delays?" Mayor Mare asked insistently.

"Well excuuuse me, Mayor!" Anon said. "But consent is important to me."

Minuette smirked. "She's just grumpy because she hasn't gotten off yet, either," she whispered.

"I heard that," Mayor said.

"Anon?" Twinkleshine waved her stopwatch at him.

"Alright, alright," Anon said. He walked up behind Minuette and put one hand on her hip and the other to guide his dick into her. Once he slid it in, he heard the stopwatch beep. As instructed, he started thrusting at a regular pace. Several stallions laughed at his form, or lack there of. Just standing there behind her and not even leaning to put his weight on her and over to cover her to assert dominance. But not having to bear the weight of a stallion on her back let Minuette be able to enjoy herself more.

Ten, fifteen, twenty seconds later and he was still plapping away. The laughing among the stallions stopped.

Thirty seconds passed by. Mayor Mare asked, "Is he using a spell or a potion?"

Raven's magic scanned him quickly. "He's clean."

After a full minute of Anon's balls hitting Minuette's clit her legs started to quiver and a spurt of wetness dripped onto the floor.

"Was that him?" Mayor asked.

"No, that was her," Raven said, watching in fascination as the human showed no signs of stopping.

"That shouldn't count! She was warmed up!" one of the stallions yelled in protest.

Minuette's clit winked harder as he fucked right through her orgasm, sending her spiraling into another one less than another thirty seconds later. Her front hooves gave out and she fell forward. The angle only served to accentuate the degree of her clitoris extending and being his. Minuette started tapping the floor frantically as her pussy squirted again. 'Tapping out', it seemed.

"Twinkleshine, swap in!" Mayor Mare said.

"What- already!?" she yelped.

Raven took the stopwatch from her. "Get in there quickly before Minuette passes out!"

Twinkleshine quickly stood in place next to Minuette and flagged her tail.

"You want me to-"

"Yes! Switch over!" Twinkleshine told him. Anon quickly pulled out of Minuette and mounted Twinkleshine. At first, Twinkleshine couldn't understand what the big deal was. He was only about as thick as a colt, and not even half the length of one. But as her session stretched on beyond the half-minute mark as well, his persistent fucking was making all the nerve endings in the first few inches of her vagina go positively wild. The rest of that first minute had her clit winking out to meet his thrusts. She didn't make quite as big of a squirt as Minuette, but not even two minutes into her portion of the session and her whinny punctuated her orgasm dripping from her, spotting the floor.

"Again!?" Raven asked in astonishment. Twinkleshine nodded quickly with her teeth grit to keep from moaning out loud.

Anon looked over his shoulder at the other stallions. Most looked like their jaws were barely hanging on as they watched him turn a second mare into a quivering mess. He started thrusting harded just to make a show of it. Like the mare before her, Twinkleshine's hooves gave out from under her. Anon held her fast and didn't stop. Twinkleshine pawed at the floor in agony and ecstasy. But she didn't tap out. She held out and her hind legs held firm. Raven made note of a fresh batch of wetness splashing with each slap of his hips against hers. And then Twinkleshine's whole body went limp.

"She's out cold!" Raven reported.

"Get in there!" Mayor Mare said.

Raven dutifully took her place next to Twinkleshine's unconscious body as Mayor Mare picked up the stopwatch. Anon switched over to start fucking Raven. Not more than twenty seconds in, and she was already starting to breath heavy.

"Okay, you've made your point!" Raven moaned at him. "Feel free to finish! Don't expect to make me orgasm." She could actually hear Anon smile. He leaned over her and wrapped is arms around her torso, holding her tight as he started to speed-fuck her. "What are you doing!?"

"This is how we do it... HUMAN-style!" Anon reached around under her belly, his fingers playing with her clit as he fucked her harder and faster. The pencil in her mane fell out, along with the rest of her bun. Her mane fell free in a tangled mess swishing back and forth along with her body. Her mouth hung open as she panted and started to sweat. Her glasses slid off her slick nose and clattered onto the floor. She hardly noticed as she got her living daylights rutted right out of her. Anon's skilled fingers deftly playing with her clit in a way that no stallion's tongue or magic ever could.

Raven clenched her eyes and chewed her lip to try to stifle her moans, but she just moaned through her nose instead. She kept waiting for that familiar feeling of a penis throbbing inside her to let her know the ride was over, but on he went, and still it didn't come. But she could feel it coming for her. That pressure building in her belly. She didn't think she would be in this position until long after lunch, let alone teetering on the brink of an orgasm brought on by a just one male during a stud tryout. She knew herself. She knew what was coming next. She tried to keep herself from cumming, but she was in a runaway train heading for the brink.

"GHn-Nnnnooo!" Raven cried out in a final protest as her clit winked into his fingers one last time. Her pussy winked around his dick, gripping at it as she came hard, all at once in a big gush, soaking his feet where he stood. Her hind legs went limp, but he just held onto her, supporting her weight with his arm wrapped around her, letting her hind legs dangle freely. Her front hooves idly shuffled around and her head hung low, blushing in embarrassment at the mess she made.

Anon felt his own climax coming on. He grunted and growled with his last few hard thrusts. Part of it was for show, to make a point. Part of it was fucking out of frustration of being so pent up in this world. Part of it just came from deep down in the primal part of his brain, to fuck, to rut, to claim this female as his property. "NGGHHAAH!" Anon growled and wrapped both arms around her and stood upright as he came, lifting her with him like a half-suplex. He held her up in front of him, with her back pinned to his chest, as she came again and he came inside her.

Her hind legs kicked in panic, and his dick popped free of her pussy, followed by a fresh spray of her orgasm arcing out in front of them with impressive distance across the floor. With what strength he had left, he placed Raven on the floor as gently as he could manage to let her recover. Her legs gave out from under her and she just laid on the floor, in her own mess, and also his dripping from her pussy.

Anon stood there before Mayor Mare, butt naked in town hall, soaked from the waist down in mare cum, in front of the other prospective studs, with three thoroughly-fucked mares laying at his feet.

"How was that?" he asked the mayor.

Mayor Mare realized that she drooling and looked down at the stopwatch, remembering to stop it. She adjusted her glasses and nervously scrawled with her pen, murmuring to herself as she worked, "Length, times girth, times... time..." She looked over her math, and then looked it over again. She set the form down and turned around to reach into a drawer and pulled out a small case. She blew the dust off of it and opened it. Inside was a stamp and ink pad just like the others. But unlike the other stamps, A through D, this stamp was an S, and the ink was metallic gold-flake.

"S!?" Anon asked as he got dressed. "What, does that mean I Suck!?"

"No, Anon," Mayor Mare said, carefully stamping his permit with reverence. "I just didn't bother to mention S because there hasn't been a stud of that class since the time of Rockhoof. Big Macintosh and Troubleshoes came close in their prime. But you..." Mayor Mare shook her head in exasperation.

One of the stallions spoke up. "Yeah, but he had performance anxiety!
"And he had to be fluffed!" another yelled!

"I assure you, I factored those penalties in," Mayor Mare said. "And Anon is still an S-class Stud."

"I still don't know what that means," Anon said.

Mayor Mare blinked and looked at him, still in disbelief. "Simply put; S is better than A class. It's reserved for studs that are just... off the charts!"

Anon took the permit card from her.

Anon recalled the guard yelling at him earlier, "Oh, a fuccing permit! I get it. Cool. So does this mean I'll get a raise?"

"As an S class, it means you can name whatever price you want, and mares will consider it a privilege to pay it," Mayor Mare said, eyeing him up and down. "But first, there are customs to be seen to." She looked at the guards by the door and nodded.

The two guards came to escort him once more.

"Wait, I've got a permit now, so I'm good right?" Anon asked.

"Yes, but there is the matter of Prima Nocta," Mayor Mare said. "The crown gets first rights to any S-class studs."

The guards ushered Anon out of the room. Mayor Mare looked at the other stallions and at the three mares still panting on the floor. "I'm going to call for a recess to let these poor girls recover. And somepony open a damn window!"

The guards escorted Anon outside to greet the waiting crowd. "Make way," the unicorn guard said. "Make way in the name of the princess!"

"Does he have a permit now?" one of the mares asked.

"Show them," the pegasus guard said.

Anon took out his card and held it up for them to see. The gold ink of the bold S glittered in the sunlight.

"Alright ladies, you know the rules!" the unicorn said. "The princess gets first dibs. You can have him back once she's done with him!"

The pegasus guard ushered Anon into the nearby chariot car, and then strapped himself into the yoke. The unicorn leaned in toward his partner. "You had best get him to Canterlot and back as quick as you can, or else there won't be much of a Ponyville left with all these horny mares about."

Anon was not a fan of heights. He huddled low in the chariot car as it took off into the sky and flew up and up toward the city perched on the side of the mountain. He had seen the distant silhouette of Canterlot from Ponyville since the first day he arrived in the town, but he never imagined what it would look like up close.

The brochures didn't do it justice.

Canterlot Castle, the jewel of the city, glittered in the mid-day sun. The chariot landed in the strip of city road just outside the gate. Where they landed, there was a statue with a filly, centaur, and a bug-pony thing that looked like she was made of swiss cheese.

The pegasus guard that flew him there unhitched himself and led him inside the castle gate. "You should feel honored, you know," he said to Anon as they walked. "In the old days stallions would have killed for the mere opportunity to rut the princess." He looked at Anon's pocket with his permit in it. "I would be careful with that. There could be some that still might." They approached the guard posted outside the throne room door.

"Halt! Who goes there?" the guard gryphon demanded.

"Shut up, Private!" Anon's escort said. "Just because you're her favorite, doesn't mean you get to pull that shit with me!"

"Sorry sir," the gryphon apologized.

"Is the princess busy, Gallus?" he asked.

"Well, if by busy you mean-"

"Is she busy with a guest?" he asked him.

"No. She's reading," Gallus said.

"Okay, so, no."

Gallus rolled his eyes. "Your funeral for interrupting her." He stepped aside and opened the door. Anon and the pegasus walked in. On the throne sat the princess of Equestria, nose-deep in a book. They stopped at the bottom of the steps in front of the throne and waited. She held up a 'one moment' hoof while she finished the page she was on.

"Hey Twi, we-" Anon's escort smacked him in the back of his legs with the shaft of his spear hard enough to drop him to his knees.

"Show some respect, ape!" he yelled at him.

"Hey now!" Princess Twilight Sparkle scolded the guard. "There's no need for that!" She looked back at the page she was reading. "Aaand I lost my place." She huffed and tucked a bookmark into the page and set it down on the side of the throne and walked down to greet them. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. Just hurt my pride," Anon said.

"Now then, Anon, what brings you here?" she asked.

"Show her," the guard said.

Anon showed Twilight his permit. "Oh." Twilight blushed and looked at the guard. "That will be all, Sergeant. Thank you." The pegasus bowed and dismissed himself from the throne room. Once the door closed and they were alone, Twilight turned to talk to Anon. "So how have you been?" she asked. "I haven't seen you since you first arrived. I trusted that no news was good news." She looked at the permit in her hoof. "And now this..."

"And now this," Anon echoed.

Twilight looked at the permit, and then him, and then blushed. "OH! No, not me!" she said.

"What!?"

"I assume you're here because of Prima Nocta, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Yeah, okay, that's not me!" she assured him.

"Well there's no need to get so defensive about it," Anon said.

"No it's not that, it's just- It's not you, I mean," Twilight flustered. "Goodness knows I'll need to sort myself out with my stud soon enough this season. But what I mean is, when I first took over, everything was left to me. I realized that as an Alicorn, the word 'lifetime' has a different meaning, but I never thought I would see this in my lifetime." She sighed and continued. "One of the best lessons I ever learned about ruling, is how to delegate. And this is one of those things that I delegated. Or rather, I just never took the job from the original pony holding the position."

"And that would be...?" Anon asked.

"Princess retired... Celestia."

Celestia's private suite in Canterlot castle was lavish. Her washroom alone was the size of Anon's entire condo in terms of sheer floor space. Her bath tub was the size of a small pool. Which made sense. Anon had been led to believe that the Alicorn princesses were a good deal larger than 'normal' ponies. Princess Twilight was slightly bigger than other mares, but only barely a bit bigger than a stallion. It was just as well for Anon. Tall as he was, Celestia's tub was the first one in this world that he was able to relax in without feeling cramped.

Though it was a bit strange to be bathed by the royal wash staff. For a variety of reasons. Not the least of which was the dull, white cataracts of their blind eyes.

"Is the water a good temperature?" one of the blind ponies asked.

"It's perfect," Anon said.

"Can I get you anything else to eat," another asked, picking up his plate from the tray beside the tub, feeling the weight of it. "Goodness, you've hardly touched your pineapple slices. You really should finish those."

"I'm fine," Anon said.

"You'll need your strength and... She likes the flavor of pineapple. You should eat them," she said. Her tone made it slightly more imperative than a simple suggestion.

"Okay, I'll work on it," he said.

"It is well that you should!" the blind pony scrubbing his back said. "You must eat hearty and ready yourself, body, mind and spirit."

"Okay guys, I get it. I'll carbo-load up, sheesh."

"He still doesn't get it," one of them said as he moved around the other side of the tub.

"Mhmm," the others just hummed in agreement. Despite them all being blind, they moved with practiced precision around the room and each other.

"Stand," another instructed. Anon carefully stood up in the tub and she scrubbed his lower half, giving special care to his genitals.

"Not that I don't love the attention, but I can wash myself," Anon said.

"It must be done in accordance to the scripture," she said. "This is the way."

"This is the way," the others echoed.

Her hooves cradled his penis and testicles and gently washed them. Though she frowned. Despite not being able to see, she could plainly feel his size. Or lack there of. "Hardly feels like an S-class. Is this illusion or a cruel pony's sense of humor?"

"We have our assurances from Princess Twilight and Mayor Mare that his credentials are genuine," another pony assured her.

So... why are you guys all blind," Anon asked, trying his best to not seem rudely blunt about it. "I mean, I'm not asking how. But is it a requirement for this job?"

"We were selected for this because of it," one said. "She saved us from a life of disability, and poverty. We are blessed for it."

"I was once a photographer," the male said. "I was one of the best. You shall see my greatest work, soon. But in capturing it, there was an accident with the magnesium tray. The chemical burns in my eyes left me blind. But life has many doors. After a trip to the gelding clinic, I could ask for nothing better."

"Gelding?" Anon asked. The former stallion turned in place and lifts his leg. It was then that Anon noticed the pony was missing his 'coin purse'.

"I was not a mare. And no mere stallion may work in the royal bath. It was a trifle sacrifice for the opportunity."

"I looked at the sun for too long," one of the mares explained. "At first, it was a challenge to see how long I could do it without blinking, despite my parents warning me not to. It was hard at first, but I got better at it with time. Because I was slowly going blind from it. But my love affair with the sun runs deep. Even now, as I can not see it, I rise to meet the dawn, feeling the warmth on my face. And it is the same, being here."

"And what about you?" Anon asked the mare washing his balls.

"Conjunctivitis."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Don't fuck around with pink eye."

"Okay, but why do you need to be blind for this job?" he asked.

"It is for our protection," the gelding said.

"What, is she like Medusa? Is she really that ugly?"

"Blasphemy!"
"Heresy!"
"Do not blaspheme!"

The mare scolded him, "Such profane language has no place even being in the same sentence as Her name, Celestia, praise be unto She!"

"Praise be unto She!" the others echoed.

"He will see, soon enough," the gelding said. "The fates will decide what happens next."

One mare toweled him dry as he stepped out of the tub. The other mare brought him a bath robe. It was large, but still pony-shaped. It did well enough to cover him. A velvety combination of mink and suede, it was like sex for his skin. It was monogramed with a flowery C. "Fineries too good for a heretic," she spat.

They led him to a set of three large pillows on the floor of the main room, directing him to sit on one.

The gelding retrieved an envelope from a bureau drawer. He gave it to Anon. It was heavy and stiff. Unclasping the flap, he slid out a glass plate photograph with reverance. It was old technology, even by this world's anachronistic standards. "My greatest masterpiece," the gelding said, and then motioned to the other photos on the wall.

Anon had dabbled a bit in photography in college. The technique of taking photos, the importance of lighting, and the development process. Just looking at it, he could tell that the photo plate wasn't terrible old, but it looked very aged. Anon looked at the other photos. It was evident that the pony knew how to take good photographs. But the one he considered his 'masterpiece' looked like it was oversaturated with hard lighting, over-exposed, and over-developed. Anon squinted at the photo. Beneath the washed-out blurriness of it, he could just barely make out the rough outline of a mare's pale backside, vulva, anus, and dock.

"It may not look like much," the gelding said, as though reading Anon's mind. "But that is the very best capture that could be had. It cost me my camera, my sight, and very nearly my life! But it was worth it all." He took the photo back and slid it back into the envelope.

"Wait here," the mare said. "Your council will be here soon. Do try to be a bit more grateful. None before you have had such opportunity to prepare." The final words spoken to him before they left.

"..."

Anon sat and waited. The late afternoon sun was hanging low in the sky. He glanced at it and looked away. That blind mare's story renewed his fears in youth of looking at it too long. After some time had passed, he heard the rhythmic heavy steps of somepony approaching. A large somepony.

The door opened and a horse of a pony walked inside. A stocky beast of an enquire if ever Anon had seen one. Big Macintosh had nothing on this creature's frame. Anon stood to greet the blue stallion sporting a blonde, burly beard along with his mane. He was the first pony to nearly be at the same height as Anon, even on all fours.

"Nay, keep yer seat. Yewl be need'n all yer strength soon enough," the stallion said in a heavy highland accent. "Anonymous," the stallion greeted. "I've heard a lotta 'bout you. I must say, yer appearance is exactly as I imagined." Anon wasn't sure if that was a complement or not. "The name's Rockhoof, case they idn't tell ya. Dunno if ya might'a erd a me."

"Wait, Rockhoof?" Anon asked. "As in the Rockhoof? The Pillar... and apparently stud of legend?"

"Aye."

"But I thought that was like, a thousand years ago."

"Aye."

"So how are you here now?" Anon asked.

"Tis a long tale of magic an' time travel'n shenanigans. Maybe one day I'll chew yer ear 'bout it over a few pints if'n yeh survive."

"Wait, what? Survive!?" Anon asked nervously.

Rockhoof let out a hearty laugh. "Nay, laddie! I'ma just yank'n yer chain! Probably. But I am here fer a real serious matter, on account a yer call to Prima Nocta."

"Everyone keeps saying that. What does that mean?" Anon asked.

"In Olde Ponish, it means First Night," Rockhoof said. "Ancient law that the princess gets first crack at the best stud a the land. An' a once upon a time, that was me!" Het thumped his own chest with his hoof. Anon looked him up and down. Rockhoof was very much the superlative architype of a hyper-masculine stallion if ever there was one. He didn't hazard to look but he assumed that he was proportionately large everywhere.

"And now?" Anon asked.

"I ain't no young buck no more," Rockhoof said. "It'd be a real privilege to stud for Her again. But it would be a dishonor to the station of the royal stud. An' She deserves nothin' less then m' best. But I'll nay be as good as I once was. I ain't worthy of the station n'more. For the unprepared, or unworthy, it breaks them, blinds them, drives them to madness!"

"You're not making me feel less nervous right now," Anon said.

"Right ya should be," Rockhoof said. "I'd a tell ya not t' feel at way, lad, but that'd be a right fabrication. And I ain't come to try ta blow rainbows up yer kilt." He looked Anon up and down. "I'll trust to whatever got yew yer rank t' get the job done, once you've had your... experience." The way Rockhoof emphasized that last word intrigued Anon.

"Experience?" Anon asked.

"Aye. That's what I've come to council ye on," he said. "And there ain't a no other word for it! None that we mere mortals have'n invented. By the stars and stones, I wish I'd had someone t' tell me before my first time... When you first see Her, like, really see Her..." Rockhoof trailed off and his eyes just sort of went unfocused on nothing. "We simple creatures haven't the vocabulary for it. She has a magic, a glamor that She wears all the time, to veil Her true form. To dull her true beauty. It's a kindness for those around her from day to day. But she can't wear it when she bathes. That's why her staff have t' be blind. An when yew stud 'er, yew won't have that protection either. And that's why yew need t'be prepared. I'd recommend a banana for the nausea."

"Nausea?" Anon asked.

"Aye." Rockhoof shrugged. "Maybe. Everybody's experience is different. And every body's experience is different. There's just no knowing."

"And a banana is good to prevent nausea?" Anon asked.

Rockhoof chuckled. "Nay, laddie. But it'll taste bout the same on the way up as down." Anon was visibly nervous. "Ya don't need to be frightened to be prepared," Rockhoof assured him. "The experience, it's not a bad thing. It's like the first time havin' sex. I can go on and on tell'n ya 'bout what to expect, but nothing can truly prepare you for it. It's the closest you'll get t' Valhalla while yer heart is still beating. I d'know how else t' describe it."

Outside the window, the sun slipped below the horizon. The dusk gave way to the city blanketed in the darkness of night.

Rockhoof frowned. "Our time's up." He put his hoof on Anon's shoulder. "Good luck. Do the S-Class proud." He turned and left.

Anon sat and waited. At the earlier recommendations, he tried to meditate, at the very least to try to calm his nerves. He wanted to dismiss all of it as some sort of elaborate hoax or prank. But that look on Rockhoof's face, that disconnected stare on the massive stallion, like when someone described the way a tornado destroying their whole town... It was a look of somepony who had seen too much, a look of utter humility in the face of a force of nature.

Sitting in the silent room, he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. The steady rhythm growing louder with each beat. No, it was steps in the hallway he was hearing. So light and quiet that he was scarcely sure if he was hearing them, or just imagining it. Perhaps it was another dainty hoof-maiden bringing him a banana. A yellow aura of magic glowed around the door handle and it opened.

And there She was.

Her fur coat as pure white as the driven snow. The swirling pastels of Her voluminous mane. The deep pools of purple in Her eyes. Even without Her golden shoes, peytral, or crown, a blind pony would still be able to recognize Celestia. So too, did Anon. He had see Her image numerous times since he had arrived in this world. He stood to greet Her.

"Celestia."

"Anonymous," she greeted back.

"So, uh... how does this work? Do I kneel or bow, or is there a ceremony or something?"

Celestia let out a mirthful chuckle. "No, no, nothing so formal."

"Okay."

"Princess Twilight has told me a great deal about you."

"Likewise," he said.

"I'm sure she has." She walked inside and closed the door behind her. She gave him a grin that was in that uncanny valley between sultry and mischievous. "I was planning on meeting you at some point. Whoever would have guessed it would be in this way?"

"Hehe.."

She approached him. Anon realized that Celestia was tall. Taller than him, even. She moved with such light grace and poise that her hooves barely made a sound on the floor. She walked around him in a small circle, inspecting him from all sides with hungry eyes, stepping with such perfect confidence that the role of predator and prey was clear to them both. "You seem nervous."

"Not at all," Anon tried to say, but the noise that came out of his throat was more of a dry squeak.

Celestia chuckled. "I take it Rockhoof had a chat with you?"

"Mhmm."

"You don't need to be frightened," Celestia assured him. "I won't bite... not hard." Her attempt at humor hadn't put him any more at ease. "Come now. What did he tell you that has you so nervous?"

"He, uh... he said that the first time I saw you, it would be an experience." Anon said.

"Is it not?" Celestia asked, playfully coy.

"You are beautiful," Anon said.

"Thank you," she said with a small nod. "He must have been referring to this," Celestia said, swishing her voluminous tail to the side. Anon looked, and then did a double take. Beneath the dock of her tail was just bare white fur. Her genitals were entirely absent. Complete, anatomical incorrectness.

"Okay, so how is this going to work?" Anon asked. "There's nothing there."

She turned around to face him again. "There is," she assured him. "You just can't see it... yet." She gently placed her hoof on his shoulder, nudging the collar of her bath robe he was wearing aside. Is slipped down off of him, leaving him standing naked before her. Her eyes briefly glanced at his flaccid human genitalia. Whatever reaction she may have felt to seeing it, it didn't show on her face. "Well color me intrigued," she mused, "S-class."

"Yeah, well... it's not the tool, it's the talent of the tradesman wielding it," Anon said.

"Quite right..." Celestia agreed with the barest hint of a grin. Her head tilted slightly to the side. "Interesting... Most stallions go their entire lives without grasping that."

"I am no stallion."

"No. You're not," she said. It was neither a compliment nor an insult, but a simple statement of fact. "Though I do wonder if it will affect you in the same way..."

"What will?" he asked.

Celestia didn't answer him, internally lost in her own decision-making. "Better to err on the side of caution I suppose." She levitated a pair of padded hoof cuffs from her bureau. They were clearly not the sort of cuffs for law enforcement. She bound his wrists behind his back.

"Kinky," Anon said.

Celestia scoffed. "Don't take this as enthusiasm for bondage. It's for safety," she said.

"What, do you think I'm just going to grope you?" he asked.

Celestia laughed at whatever threat to her safety the magicless human could ever hope to offer her. "I wasn't talking about my safety." Celestia placed the large sitting pillow on the floor in front of him and stood on the opposite side. She stood there and looked at him, and at the arrangement, considering all the possibilities. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. "Alright, I guess this is good enough for your first time. Just in case."

"In case what...?" he asked.

Celestia turned around and flagged her tail at him. Her horn glowed for a moment, and with a small force of will, she dispelled the thin veil of the glamor she wore.

~~~

Time stopped. A camera flash. A bolt of lightning. A nuclear detonation. Just... whiteness. Before Anon's brain could even perceive what his eyes were reporting, tears streamed down his cheeks. His entire nervous system failed. The muscle tension in the back of his legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Not in reverence or penitence, but by the compulsion of gravity.

Just as the first stallions of old did when they gave tribute at this, the first, and oldest altar of worship. The ponies who would willfully kneel and bow in the centuries since did so only in imitation of the greatest stallions of all time brought low by a power they could not ever hope to understand.

What is happening to me? What is this? Where am I? Am I dead? Am I still alive?

Anon beheld Celestia's true form. Bearing the full brunt of her awesome beauty. Awesome, in the classical sense of the word, meaning terrifying. Beauty she veiled for the sake of the mortal minds it could have unmade. For a fleeting instant, Anon witnessed the true breadth and depth of her power; the barest, tiniest glimpse of her purpose. To simply call it beautiful would have been a profane insult. To even attempt to describe it with such crude things as words.

Rockhoof was right. Mere mortal minds hadn't a vocabulary to describe it. And if they did, Anon was not be the one to assemble them.

They should have sent... a poet!

Anon ascended above and beyond the mortal plane. A dimension without space or time. Everything and everywhere from all time was all here, and now. The birth and death of stars. The beginning and end of the universe. The rise of all life, death, and decay begetting new life. His mind and spirit bound up in the quantum field, generated by the crude matter inside his skull. Luminous beings are we! Leasing this temporary ride through existence that we laughingly call our lives! Our bodies, no more than vehicles. Rising from the ash and dust of dead stars. And to dust we shall return, to be swallowed by the sun once more.

And who was he? What right did he have to such privileged knowledge? What right did his eyes have too look upon such? His arms pulled at his restraints, but his hands remained firmly bound behind his back. He fell forward, face-first into the floor.

"We are not worthy! We are dirt beneath the hooves of equine divinity! We are but maggots; writhing in the filth of our own corruption!"

Anon laid there for an eternity, reeling in the agony and ecstasy of self-actualized enlightenment.

~~~

Anon blinked and looked up at Celestia. She was standing over him, looking at him in concern.

"Welcome back."

Anon tried to speak but winced. "Why does my throat hurt?" he asked.

"You were screaming," she said. "Quite a lot. But don't worry, I soundproofed the room when I came in." Anon tried to right himself. "Easy. Don't sit up too fast. You're probably dehydrated." Anon realized he was laying in a large puddle.

"What is this? Sweat? Did I piss myself?"

"Tears," she said.

Anon's body was unchanged, but it felt like his mind had lived a thousand lifetimes. "What the hell was all that?"

"I honestly don't know," she said. "One particular stallion with a rather flowery vernacular described it as Yonic Apotheosis."

"Yonic?"

"Eh... it's like phallic, but the female version," she said. "But the first time anypony sees...that," she nodded toward her hind end, "This happens to them. As you can imagine, it makes dating quite a challenge."

"I thought I died and- became a god and..." the details of the experience began to slip away.

"Don't worry, you didn't die," Celestia assured him as she unfastened his cuffs. "It's never been fatal. But I have seen ponies injure themselves pretty badly. That's why I had to restrain you. You have lovely eyes. I didn't want you to try to gouge them out." Celestia gave him a glass of water. She sat on the pillow opposite his and shifted anxiously. "Are you feeling better?"

Anon put a hand up. "Hold up, okay? I just finished becoming one with the universe for an epoch. I'm gonna need a minute."

Celestia pointedly watched the second hand of the clock make a complete trip around the numbers. "So, it's been a minute..."

Anon finished his glass of water. "Sheesh, and I thought I was thirsty."

"It's been years since I've had a worthy suitor. And far longer since one has succeeded in satisfying me. So you'll have to forgive me if I'm a bit... impatient."

"Damn... that's a hell of a dry spell," he said.

Celestia nodded. "Are we ready to try again?"

Anon picked up the cuffs. "Do you need to...?"

Celestia shook her head. "After the first time, it shouldn't be quite so... severe."

Anon put the empty glass over on the bureau a good ways away from himself and made sure there was nothing else nearby. He knelt down comfortable on the pillow on the floor, just in case his legs gave out again. He placed his hands in front of him and took a few deep breaths, unsure of what else he could do to prepare. He looked at her and nodded.

Celestia stood up and turned around, flagging her tail to present herself to him again.

Anon's vision blurred and his chest felt tight, but his consciousness remained present. He remembered to breathe. But he could not bear to think of studding her. To even look upon it, let alone touch it. It would be like cock-slapping the Mona Lisa, cutting down a rainforest, burning a library, eating the last white rhino. It would be a crime against nature.

"Anon? Stay with me!" Celestia said.

"You... want me to... stud you?" he asked, incredulously. "It would be a sin! A SIN!"

Celestia turned around to face him once more, breaking his trance. Anon blinked and looked at her, panting, but still lucid. She looked at him with serious annoyance. "Anon, I need you to understand that I didn't ask for this divine beauty. There is no joy for me in watching mighty stallions reduced to a sobbing mess on my floor. I am not some priceless relic to be worshiped or a fragile porcelain doll to be protected. I am a mare of flesh and blood. And any other alicorn will tell you, our estrus is so much more intense than a normal mare's. So I won't sugarcoat my situation, Anon. I won't force you, but I want you- I need you, to find that wellspring of fortitude within yourself and fuck me! Please!" she begged.

Anon looked into her pleading eyes and saw not a goddess, or a princess or an alicorn; but a mare, a damsel in distress, in desperate need of relief. He nodded. "Okay."

"My bedchambers?" Celestia offered, directing him to the door opposite the bathroom. She let him lead the way, lest he follow her and accidently paralyze himself in catching a glimpse. Her bed was easily the size of his entire condo bedroom. It suited the rest of her massive bedroom. "Lay down," she instructed. He did, and she laid down on the bed beside him, facing each other. He looked down along her body until her hoof caught his chin. "No, no. Don't look at it. Just look at me." She looked into his eyes and he looked back.

Her hoof moved down along his arm, taking his hand and guiding it to her body, moving it down along her abdomen. He tensed as she brought it the the warmth between her legs. His lingering doubts still nagged at the fringes of his mind. "I- I shouldn't-"

"Shhh," she hushed him. "It'll be okay." Her hoof pressed his palm against her marehood. Her literal heat radiated off of her against his hand. She let out a deep moan. "Long have I waited..." Her insistent hoof pressed his fingers firmer against her, into her parted lips, wetting them with her arousal. "And at last you have come to me, in the wake of my retirement, at the turning of the age, to make me once more feel like a mare."

The air around them had a charged feeling to it, like it was ionized. Her scent, present before, became almost oppressive in the close space between them, both strong and light at the same time, of sweet vanilla and citrus, and something else that he could not identify, evoking a feeling of familiar nostalgia. Birthday parties and Christmas mornings. Pure, unadulterated joy.

Her hoof pressed the heel of his palm against the top of her marehood. He could feel the vague shape of her clitoris nestled within its hood. She slid his hand down along her pussy to the entrance of her vagina, pressing the tips of his fingers into it. She could not be any more clear of her desire. "Please."

Anon moved his hand of his own volition, making practiced motions over the contours of her anatomy. Hallowed grounds though it may be, the general architecture of it was readily familiar to his experienced hands. Her hoof fell away from his hand as she laid there and reveled in the feeling of such intimate contact after so long. His movements, at first were so slight, and nervous. But with each moment he gained more courage with familiarity in the touch. He moved his hand smoothly against her marehood, firmly, but gently still.

Celestia's lashes flittered as she tried to keep his eye contact. "You have no idea how badly my estrus needs tending," she said. "I greatly desire to experience... Anon's happy ending." Anon tried, and failed to quiet his gulp upon hearing Zecora's impromptu jingle from Celestia's lips. "That's right. Word of your 'deep tissue massage' has reached my ears even here in Canterlot. Along with the long list of satisfied clients. Imagine my delight when I heard that you were an S-Class stud."

She wrapped her wing around behind his head and pulled him in close. He thought she was going to kiss him but she leaned to the side and whispered into his ear, "Satisfy me, Anon, and your rewards shall be- immeasurable." She shifted her hips against his hand.

A beautiful flower plucked from a meadow.
A mirror-smooth pond rippled by a skipped stone.
A field of fresh snow, marred by footprints.

Anon pushed his fingers inside her pussy. He had made no prejudgments of a equine her size, but he had some expectations. To his surprise, she was no less snug around his digits than those mares a fraction of her dimensions. Be it disuse, magic or otherwise, he didn't question it. Similarly to her smaller kind, she was taut, but pliable. Her pussy stretched around his fingers as he added more. He rubbed her clit with his thumb one last time before adding it to the rest of his fingers and he eased his hand inside.

Where he was laying beside her made him have to bend his wrist at an uncomfortable angle. He needed to shift down along her body to proceed further. He propped himself up with his free hand and moved a bit. Without thinking he looked at her marehood, stretched around his wrist. The sight tugged at the fringes of his tattered psyche for a moment before Celestia's hoof turned his face back to look at hers. He, more carefully, moved while looking into her eyes.

Given enough slack for his arm to move, he slid the rest of his forearm into her very well-lubricated vagina. Celestia slowly rolled onto her back. With his arm nearly up to his elbow inside her, his head rested against her abdomen. He felt a small prod against his cheek. He looked at the small nub amid her pristine, white fur. There was a second one symmetrical to her midline. Her nipples. But on a mare that wasn't actively nursing a foal, they were nearly invisible. Driven by instinct, and his inborn love of tits, teats, and mammaries of all kinds, he brought his lips to her nipple and kissed it, and then the other, gently suckling at it.

Celestia audibly gasped and cradled his head with her hoof, holding him to her diminutive teat. "For three hundred lives of ponies have I trotted this world. So many of them have looked to me like a mother. And yet never once have I had a foal of my own. Did you have young, before you came here?" she asked.

Anon glanced up at her and just barely shook his head no, while he kept suckling. There was a twinge of melancholy in both their eyes. She didn't need to say it. But they both knew that trapped in this world as he was, he would never be able have children of his own. It was a pain she understood all too well. But they had each shed enough tears for their lifetime. For now, their troubles would be far away as they took comfort in the company of each other. Celestia closed her eyes and melted into the duet of pleasures he was giving her.

Anon bottomed out to his elbow, but the tips of his fingers hadn't reached her deepest barrier yet. He was quite certain that his arm was in the finite cave of her exquisite marehood, and not the endless tunnel of her ponut. After a few more experimental thrusts with his arm, he maneuvered his hand around inside her as per Rainbow Dash's advice. Celestia's entire torso undulated with his movement.

"I've never felt anything like that before with a penis," she moaned.

Anon released her teat from his lips. "Oh, we've only just gotten started." He began thrusting his arm while rolling his wrist at the same time. He shifted his other hand over to play with her clit while he fist-fucked her.

"Oh that is good! That is really good!" she moaned.

Each time he rolled his fist against the spongy interior of her g-spot, he could feel her getting wetter. Each time his arm plunged inside her, he could hear her getting wetter. But he dared not look. He kept his eyes fixed on her face, gauging his performance by reading her expression.

Celestia's eyes were closed and her expression vacillated between ecstasy and a hint of mild frustration. He had seen it before with Rainbow Dash. He was doing well enough, that much was clear with the sopping mess he was making of her. But there was something she was missing. He briefly tried to guess what was going on in her mind, but he opted to heed his own advice to Dash; communication.

"Getting there?" he asked, trying not to sound too clinical of it. Celestia nodded. Her eyes clenched for a desperate moment as her orgasm neared closer but remained elusive. "What do you need?" he asked.

She replied simply, "More." Anon moved his arm faster and rolled his wrist inside her harder. His free hand redoubled his effort playing with her clit. "No. More. Deeper!" Celestia bucked her hips against his arm, hilting against the crook of his elbow.

"I'm given' her all I got, captain!" Anon said in a faux Scottish accent. The reference was lost on her as she opened her eyes and looked at his arm.

"Lay down," she said. Anon started to pull his arm out. "No. Stay," she instructed. He kept his arm inside her and she rolled over with him until he was laying on his side and she was squatting above him. He couldn't look her in the eyes without her mind-breaking pussy in his field of view, so he just stared up at the headboard. Celestia adjusted herself until his arm was straight up into her. Her copious juices ran down his upper arm and dribbled across his chest. and she lowered herself down onto him.

Anon didn't see it, but he could feel the girth of his elbow reach the entrance of her pussy. Celestia let out a grunt very unbecoming of a princess as his elbow slide inside her, deeper than he had ever been in any pony. But she didn't stop there. She kept lowering herself until her vulva was nearly up to his shoulder. That was when he finally felt the tips of his fingers hit her cervix. Rather than stopping her, it only emboldened her to squat lower on him, making his fingers roll back into a fist. She whimpered and he tried to pull away from hitting her there. She only whined louder. "No! More!" Like Nurse Redheart, Celestia must have been one of those rare ponies that liked it.

Celestia kneeled down above him onto his arm locked firmly straight inside her. Her hind legs on either side of him gave him nowhere to go. Her forehooves hung at her sides as she sat upright on him. Anon felt around in the back of her vagina with his fingers. It wasn't hard form him to find the entrance to her womb. He cautiously probed a finger through, finding it to be comparable to a human vagina given her size difference. "Yesss!" she hissed. "More! More inside!"

Anon added another finger, and then a third and forth at her insistence. "Yes yes yes yesyesYES!" She tried to lower herself on him harder, nearly breaking his thumb. He clasped it against his palm out of sheer self-preservation. The girth of his hand popped through her cervix, filling her womb with his fist.

Stars above ~

The ring of muscles in her cervix clamped down on his wrist like a bear trap. But Anon didn't even have time to worry about the circulation to his hand. The rest of her vagina gripped the entirety of his arm, making it tingle like pins and needles. Her thighs on either side of him squeezed together nearly crushing the air out of his lungs, and twisting his head to the side, bringing him face-to-pussy. His mouth was pushed against where her pussy had swallowed him to his shoulder under her weight. Her clit winked against his lips. He kissed, licked and sucked.

Celestia sucked in a breath so fast it was like an inward scream.

Which was followed by her actual scream.

Anon didn't hear it, as his ears her well-boxed on both sides by her amble thighs gripping his head. It wasn't really a scream, a yell, or even a roar. He felt it well below the range of his hearing. It was a deep vibration in the air, in her, in the bed, in the structure of the castle. In the very bedrock of the land itself.

Celestia cumming was an earthquake.

And a flood.

Celestia came in a massive gush out from around his arm inside her. Not once, but repeatedly. Pinned as he was below her, with her thighs on either side of him, it only served to funnel a deluge of marecum unlike any other into his mouth. Anon was forced to swallow it all. Not that he wouldn't have, if given the choice, the flavor of her nectar was heavenly. But he was forced to drink it quickly if just to keep from drowning in it.

The shaking roar of Celestia's climax subsided. Anon's lungs burned with what little air was left after her legs squeezed him. Every part of his body screamed for oxygen. His vison started to go dark. He coughed and sputtered against her pussy. Celestia came back to her senses and her eyes refocused on the poor creature being crushed under her.

"Oh my goodness!" she cried and rolled off of him. His wrist was still firmly trapped by her tight cervix, but he was able to at least breath laying beside her as he panted and wheezed to catch his breath. He tugged at his arm to try to dislodge it. Celestia moaned and her legs trembled in an orgasm after-shock. "Don't yet! I'm still really sensitive!" she said.

Anon just laid there betwixt her legs with his cheek mashed up against her quivering vulva. He managed to catch his breath, but she was still breathing rather hard. He felt the iron grip on his wrist relax a bit and he tried to pull his arm out again. It locked down on him again her pussy squeezed around his arm again, spurting out some of her trapped climax. She let out a pitched moan. "Stop! You'll set me off again! Don't pull. Let me push."

"Push?" Anon asked. "What, you're going to give birth to my arm?" he asked.

Celestia looked down at him stuck inside her, between her legs. "Yes," she said plainly. "I quite like that idea. I've never had the privilege to do so before." She put her hoof to her belly where his fist was. She could feel the mass inside her abdomen. "Move your fingers for me."

Anon moved his fingers against the interior of her uterus. Celestia could feel the small movement against her hoof through her belly, but also she could feel butterflies in her stomach. It was just as pregnant mares had described to her. It had her on the verge of being misty.

"So, hey, whenever you're ready," Anon said. "I'm starting to get a cramp in my neck down here."

"Okay," Celestia said. Anon made a fist again and she contracted her abdominal muscles. Her uterus closed in around his hand and squeezed it as her cervix flexed and dilated. Her panting from orgasm turned into Lamaze. But with each push he felt more pressure on the top of his fist and less around his wrist. With a few more hearty pushes, he was squeezed free and was able to pull his arm the rest of the way out.

Despite having been wrapped around the girth of his upper arm, the flexible muscles of her pussy relaxed and closed, letting her vulva come together in a fine, dainty slit, appearing as though untouched. Anon felt his throat closing up when he though about what he had done to such a beautiful flower- Celestia sat upright on the bed, occluding his view of her and saving him from losing himself again.

Anon looked down at himself, between one arm and the other. "Holy shit." Given how long it had been inside her, he expected it to be pickled or pruny, but it wasn't. "I'm fucking jacked!" Indeed the arm that had been inside her was a good deal more muscular than it had been that morning. It wasn't freakishly large, Mr. Universe show-muscles. But the difference between his two arms was a stark contrast.

Celestia smiled. "As I said, Anon; satisfy me, and your reward will be immeasurable. And I must say, your reputation, and your S Class rating is well-earned."

Anon's excitement faded, "Great, but now it looks like I jack off too much!"

Celestia snickered, "Speaking of, it looks like you're still ready to go, yourself." They both looked at his very erect penis.

"Yeah, I suppose all that would technically only be considered foreplay. But I doubt my little... wait- WAIT!" Anon pointed at his buff arm and then at his dick. "Can your pussy make that bigger too!?"

Celestia smiled. "Do you want to find out?"

"Do I!" Anon scrambled on the bed to be upright on his knees. "Bend over!"

Celestia let out a mirthful laugh. "I applaud your enthusiasm." Her magic placed him laying down back on the mattress. "But I prefer being on top." She shifted on the bed and straddled him again, this time with her hips over his. Her magic held his penis and he looked down to see what she was doing, but her hoof held his chin to save him. "You've done a fine job of sating this mare's heat. Let me express my... gratitude."

She lowered her hips down onto his, sliding his dick inside her pussy as she went. Her movements were small, at first. She made little, deliberate movements so as to not let him slip out. She mostly kept her hips pressed against his, keeping him hilted inside her. She made little gyrating motions. Her flexing and squeezing felt good for him. And grinding her clit against hid pelvic bone wasn't too bad either. If she felt dissatisfied with his size, she didn't show it on her face.

She leaned down over him, pressing her torso against his while still keeping most of her weight off of him. Her wings unfurled and enclosed around them in a feathery canopy as she brought her face closer to his. "Would you object to a kiss?" she asked as she gently rode him.

"After everything, that's what you worry about asking permission for?"

"Some studs prefer not to. It's too intimate," she said. "They differentiate studding from a relationship."

Anon realized that the only other pony he had kissed was Fluttershy. He remembered her reaction. "... And you?" he asked.

"Mmm... I can appreciate it for what it is. I trust that you won't expect me to fall in love with you after this, same as I don't expect it of you."

"No, I suppose not," he agreed.

"Is that disappointment, I detect?" she asked.

"No," Anon denied. "Well... I don't know. Maybe a little."

Celestia smile and leaned down to whisper into his ear, "It takes more than just a rut. Even a great one."

"Thank you... But you don't think there would ever be a chance?" he asked.

Celestia shrugged. "I'm not saying that. Anything is possible. But I know myself. And if I start to develop an attachment to you, I might not be very willing to share. The effect of growing up with a sister, I think," she mused. "And furthermore, it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the mares of Equestria. But you still haven't answered my question. Would you object to a kiss? It doesn't have to mean anything, if you don't want it to."

Anon considered it. Though it was difficult for him to even think feeling her hot, velvety pussy riding his dick. A small, rational part of his brain knew better, that he wasn't in his right mind at the moment. But a much larger part didn't care.

"Can I- can we pretend? Just a little?" he asked.

Celestia smiled. "Okay, Anon. But just for tonight, okay?"

Anon nodded.

Beneath the canopy of her wings, Celestia closed her eyes and leaned down to meet his lips with hers. When he had kissed Fluttershy, she was surprised by it and nervous. This time it was Anon's turn. But his anxiety passed quickly as he melted into reciprocating her kiss. With his eyes closed, his lips and tongue couldn't tell if she was equine. His kiss, nervous at first, became more passionate, and she matched his enthusiasm with her own.

Anon reached up around her body with his arms, holding her closer. No longer laying still, he took an active role. His hips thrusted upwards to meet hers in rhythm. One of his hands ran up along her back, rubbing the crook between the base of her wings. His other hand gripped her flank, kneading her cutie mark beneath is fingers.

Celestia moaned into his mouth as she kissed him. Anon could feel her hot panting against his cheek from her nostrils. He held onto her firmly for leverage as he fucked her harder. Celestia's breathing became faster and more shallow. Her moans grew shorter, but louder. Her pussy was magical in every sense of the word, gripping at his dick and trying to milk him. Everything around him starting to vibrate. He could tell she was getting close again. And so was he.

He put both hands on her hips and tried to finish out strong in time to meet hers, but not before. He felt himself passing the point of no return. He thrusted up into her on last time, only for her to slam back down against him harder, putting her full weight into her haunches on him. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but he was surely pinned down. She broke her kiss to let out a throaty moan, burying her face into her pillow in embarrassment as she came on him, soaking him and the bedding. She could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside her.

Anon came inside her harder than he had ever experienced before in his life. His whole world shrank to a pinprick of light in a dark tunnel as the blood rushed from his brain. But he felt neither pain nor fear of death. Only the euphoria of nirvana. As close to Valhalla as you can get while your heart is still beating. He had heard somewhere that an average ejaculation for a human was around a teaspoon, but it felt like a lot more. Even so, her vagina was easily accommodating.

By the time Anon came back to his senses, the bed and everything around them had stopped vibrating. It wasn't the world-shaking orgasm he had given her earlier, but still, "That was nice," Celestia whispered. She giggled, giddy as a school-filly. "That was really nice!"

"That was incredible!" Anon added. He craned his neck up to kiss her again. She kissed him back, not with the desperate passion of before, but instead with a sweet intimacy. They stayed together like that for a long while until she could feel him begin to wilt within her. As magical as her marehood was, some forces of nature simply could not be prevented.

Celestia slowly rolled off to his side, and he turned with her. They laid together in the bed, facing each other. He pet her ear with his hand and she gently ran her wing down along his back, enclosing him in her warmth until they both fell asleep.

Anon woke up in the massive bed, naked and alone. The light of the dawn streaked in through the balcony doors. He squinted into the harsh light of the morning sun, just barely making out the silhouette of Celestia. The sunrise was no longer her task or duty. But she still relished watching it every day.

She turned and looked at him, smiling when she saw that he was awake. She walked to the bedside and gave him a rather chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning, sunshine," he greeted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, noting that his arm was still just as muscular as it was last night.

"It certainly is, with you around," she said with a smile. "A pity that I can't keep you all to myself."

"Can't, or won't?" he asked, failing to mask his slight tone of disappointment.

Celestia's smile faltered. "Shouldn't; I suppose," she said, sounding disappointed herself.

"Why not?" he asked.

Celestia motioned for him to follow her. He climbed out of the bed. He felt his dick swing down and hit his thigh with a heavy thud. He looked down at himself. "Holy shit!" He in terms of length and girth, was still a far cry from a grown stallion, but as a human, he could probably give Guinness Records a call.

Celestia smiled at him. "I thought I felt it get bigger in there. You're welcome."

Anon wrapped himself in her robe and together they opened the balcony doors. Anon could hear the din of the busy city. But more-so, the rabble of a mob. They looked over the edge of the balcony at the city below. The streets around the castle perimeter were filled with ponies. Celestia levitated a small spyglass over to Anon. He looked through it at the mob of ponies. Mares, all of them. Many of them chanting and holding signs:

Celestia mused aloud to Anon, "Did you ever hear the tragedy of Princess Platinum, the unicorn?"

"No," he answered.

"I thought not. It's not a story the history books would tell you. Most historians dismiss it as mere legend. A myth. Ancient gossip. Daughter of King Bullion, Princess Platinum was the leader of the unicorn tribe, before the unification of Equestria in the events of Hearth's Warming. This, you know?" she asked.

Anon nodded.

Celestia continued, "She was regarded by all as the most beautiful pony in Unicornia." Celestia took a deep breath. "And she was beautiful," she said with a wistful sigh.

"Her history ends with the unification of Equestria. Few know her fate thereafter." She looked at Anon, standing beside her. "Given your choice of... vocation, I think you ought to know that it was she who created the studding permit classifications... and Prima Nocta. The latter being what led to her downfall."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Princess Platinum was by most measures, a good ruler. There was much that she did that benefited her nation. Virtuous though she was, she had a fatal vice. Not to put too fine of a point on it, Princess Platinum, the beautiful, was something of a whorse. Her studding classification and Prima Nocta decree were entirely to satisfy her own greed for pleasures of the flesh. After the Long Winter preceding Hearth's Warming, there came a powerful spring. Mares everywhere suffered an estrus the likes of which history has never seen since, thank goodness."

"As I'm sure you've noticed by now, Anon, there is quite the imbalance of stallions to mares," she said. "But in her greed, Platinum took the very best studs for herself and kept them as her personal harem for the season. Several dozen of the very best in the land. Some say her harem numbered in the hundreds. Not just unicorns, but Pegasi and Earth pony stallions alike, despite her... outspoken tribalism."

"The stallions of her harem never complained. They got to stud the most beautiful mare in the known world. They were allowed, and even encouraged to stud her as often as they please, at all hours of the day and night. They would queue up, one right after another. It was said that during her season, the princess would even take her meals while she was in rut, stopped only to sleep a few hours a night."

"Okay... yeah. That's a whorse," Anon agreed.

Celestia continued, "Naturally, this exacerbated shortage of studs didn't sit well with the mares of her kingdom in heat. The revolution was inevitable."

"They overthrew her?" he asked. Celestia nodded. "All that, over sex?"

"I'm going to tell you a secret, Anon..." Celestia leaned in close to him and whispered, "Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power." The two of them looked down at the mob of mares outside the castle. "Do you understand now, why I can not keep you?"

Anon nodded.

"I can tell you have a lot of love to give, Anon. Take care to whom you choose to give it." She turned and walked back inside her bedchambers. "Regrettably, I shan't keep you any longer. You've quite a lot of work ahead of you."

"Can I see you again," Anon asked.

"I'm certain that you will," Celestia smiled. "Next spring... if not sooner."

"No, I mean, can I see you?" he asked with emphasis. Celestia understood his meaning that time.

"Are you sure?" she asked. He nodded. Celestia directed him to one of the large sitting pillows on the floor. He kneeled down and got comfortable. He took a deep breath, preparing himself. Celestia turned and flagged her tail to present herself to him again.

Even though he thought he knew what to expect, there was nothing that could ever really prepare him for it. Her sublime beauty made tears run down his cheeks. After a few seconds, she mercifully veiled herself with her magic before he could wail. Anon felt the tightness in his chest dissipate and his senses returned. It wasn't as intense as the first time, but he wondered if he would ever be able to get used to it.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, I- I'm okay," he breathed, slowly standing up. The experience had shaken him a bit, but after last night, he felt filled with an almost supernatural vitality. "I feel... great actually!"

Celestia wiggled her rump. "Well, it has been called the Fountain of Youth, by some. And you drank quite a lot. But you ought not wait too long to return to station in Ponyville, though. Your clients await."

"Speaking of... I need to see a horse about a drink," Anon said.

Celestia gave him a strange look. "It's a little early."

Anon shrugged. "It's five o'clock somewhere." Anon picked up his bag. It was heavy. He lifted out a sizable pouch of bits. He looked at Celestia.

"An S-Class stud commands S-Class rates, no? Now, whom might you be meeting about a drink?" she asked.

Anon told her.

"Ah," she said. "I shall have him meet you in the castle lounge, downstairs. I doubt any other establishment in the city will be serving at this hour, anyway." She looked him up and down one last time. "Until next time?"

Anon smiled. "Until next time."

Anon sat at the bar in the castle lounge, holding his mug of cider with his buff arm. His guest sat with a cider beside him in silence.

"So..."

"So..."

There wasn't much to say, but each knew what the other was thinking.

"Yew survived, aye see," Rockhoof said.

"Yeah."

"I heard ya did a great job," he added. "Hell's bells, I think the whole city heard!"

Anon just stared into his drink and licked his lips. "Yeah."

"But...?"

"But..." Anon tried to say. The details of the experience faded more and more from Anon's memory with each passing moment, like a half-remembered dream. But the nagging feeling of it lingered in his gut. Anon's reflection in the surface of his drink rippled as a tear fell in.

"But... it still kinda feels like ya destroyed somethin' beautiful? Like ya hadn't any right ta?" Rockhoof asked.

Anon met finally his eyes. "... Yes."

"It'll pass," Rockhoof said with certainty. "Ain't nothin' I kin tell ya that'll make it go any faster. It just takes time. But you'll be a'right. You never really forget it..." Rockhoof just stared into the distance for a moment. "... Not really. But it'll stop hurting before long. Just try n' remember how happy yew made 'er. Focus on that an' it'll help. And so'll this."

Rockhoof lifted his mug to Anon's. They tapped them together and drank them down.

"Thanks," Anon said.

Rockhoof gave him a hearty slap on the back with his hoof. "Cheer up, lad! You're a proper stallion now as far as I'm concerned! An' I'll flay anypony who tries t' claim contrarywise! Now go on, S-Class! You've got yer pick of the mares to service!"

"What about you?" Anon asked.

Rockhoof gave him a sideways look. "Are ya propositioning me!?"

"What!? No! I-"

Rockhoof laughed. "I'm just yankin' yer chain again, lad! I know what'cha meant! I might not be no young buck no more, but I've still got an A rating fer these gals!" Rockhoof glances at the clock above the bar. "Speaking of... pitter patter, let's get at'er!"

Anon walked with the stallion out of the castle to his waiting chariot. There was only a small clearing in the street amid the sea of mares, protected by a barricade of Royal Guard ponies.

Rockhoof addressed the crowd, "Ladies, ladies! If yer estrus needs tending, get Anon's happy ending! At the Ponyville Spa!" He turned and gave Anon a wink. Anon smacked his forehead with his palm. Great, now all of Canterlot would be flocking to the spa, too.

The pegasi chauffeurs hitched themselves to his chariot. Anon tapped one of them on the back, "Actually, I need to make a stop before we go back to Ponyville." Anon reached into his bag and grabbed the business card that Rarity had given to him. "Can you take me to The Crop first?" They nodded and prepared to take off. Anon glanced to the side, at the statue he had seen on the way in. The one with the centaur and a little pegasus filly...

"Didn't there used to be three figures there?"

Though neither of the pegasi chauffeurs recognized the store name, they flew Anon's chartered chariot to the address he gave them. They touched down on a Canterlot back street. The store itself was rather plain-looking, with no more than a sign adorning the exterior with the image of a bushel of wheat. Anon half-expected it to be full of farming supplies. He walked inside. At first glance the interior resembled Rarity's boutique. A unicorn greeted him.

"Oh, hello, you must be new! I'm Velvet. Welcome to The Crop. How may I help you?" she asked. Her fur was a dull lilac, and her mane was pink, with a gentle curl in her bangs.

Anon showed her the business card that Rarity had given him. "Hey, um, Rarity suggested that I come here for some... things."

"Miss Rarity sent you!?" Velvet squealed. "Oh I am such a big, big fan of hers!"

"Heh. Aren't we all," Anon said, looking at the racks of apparel, varying from lingerie to even more risqué outfits.

"So what sort of... things, were you looking for?" she asked.

Considering the nature of the wares surrounding them, Anon had no problem telling her, "I've recently gotten into studding. So I was looking for anything that I could use to help me do that."

"Would this be for you, or your clients?" she asked with professionalism.

"I'm not sure. Maybe both? Though I don't know if this stuff is what I need. I was thinking a bit more hands, er, hooves-on marital aides."

"Ah," Velvet said. "Why don't I have my colleague help you. Strap?" she called toward the back of the store. A beige earth pony wearing what looked to be an executioner's hood came forward. "Strap, would you be so good as to show... oh I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Anon."

Velvet gasped. "It's you! Oh my goodness, I- I didn't even know! Strap, did you-"

"Yes, I heard," Strap said.

"Really?" Anon asked.

"News of an S-Class stud travels fast," Velvet said. "Though I must say, you're not quite what I imagined."

"Yeah, I've been getting that a lot," Anon said.

"I'm sorry, I meant no offence," Velvet apologized.

"None taken," Anon assured her.

"What's an S-Class like you even doing in here?" Strap asked. "Usually we're selling aides to D-boys to help them make up for their- *ahem*... shortcomings."

"Well as you said, news travels fast," Anon said. "I've got half of Equestria lining up for their turn with me. And it's going to get exhausting. So I figured I ought to have a few other tools under my belt other than just the one I was born with."

Strap nodded. "Understandable. This way." Anon followed the masked stallion through the curtained doorway into the back room. The face of the store abutting the street wasn't very wide. But it was deceptive of just how big the store actually was inside. Anon beheld 'the back room'. Tables, shelves, and countertops lined, filled, and covered with every sex toy he could have possibly have imagined. And a great deal more that he could never have imagined. Dildos of all shapes and sizes. Beads, plugs, all sorts of mechanisms that Anon could only begin to guess as to their purpose or function. Saddles, harnesses, whips and-

Anon picked up a small whip. "Oh, The Crop! I get it now," he said, holding the riding crop. Anon looked at some of the price tags. "So anyways my budget is..." He looked into his bits pouch, seeing that Celestia had given him denominations that he had never seen before. "Almost limitless, apparently."

Anon started to just point at the things he wanted to buy. Too numerous to carry. Strap just stood by and jotted down the item serial numbers. Anon recognized the sybian, with a universal mount and several other literal sex machines.

"What the fuck is this?" Anon asked.

"What, you mean the Applejack Hammer?" Strap asked. He attached a dildo to the 'operational end', plugged it in, and pressed the button. It was basically a hoof-held jackhammer, but with a dildo. He pointed at the dials on the side. "Variable ranges of depth and speeds."

"Yeah, I'll take that too," Anon said "Does that work with the cum-lube dildos?"

"You'll need the adapter."

"Add it to the list."

"Will you be buying the cum-lube for that as well?" Strap asked.

Anon looked him dead in the eyes. "I'll take your entire stock."

Walking back out to the front desk, Strap added up the order and told him the total. Anon dumped his bit pouch on the counter and paid for it all. Velvet looked over the invoice and then looked outside.

"I hope you're not planning on taking all this in that little thing," Velvet said, looking at the single passenger chariot, and then back at the invoice. "You'll be way over the weight limit."

"Do you deliver?" he asked.

"For a fee," she said. Anon pushed a few more high value bits across the counter. "To what address?"

"The Ponyville Spa," he said. "How soon can you get everything there?"

Velvet said, "Usually it would be five to seven-" Anon pushed a couple more large coins. "Or we can overnight it."

"That's what I like to hear," Anon said. He grabbed his receipt.

"Thank you for choosing The Crop! Be sure to tell your friends!"

Anon boarded the chariot again and they took off into the air. Below, he could see that the mob at the castle had migrated to the train station. Tickets to Ponyville would be likely selling out right now. The trip down to Ponyville from the mountain was shorter than the flight up. Anon used his time to rest and prepare for a long day ahead.

Vitalized as he was drinking Celestia's 'fountain of youth' the night before, he was still thoroughly tired by the time he got home that evening. That shipment of toys from the sex shop couldn't come fast enough. He shuffled through town back to his condo, summoning what strength he had left in even his strong arm to unlock and open the door.

He flipped on the light switch on the wall. The ceiling light was a bit inadequate for lighting the whole room. He walked across the kitchenet to the living room to turn on the-

"Was that floor lamp always there?" he asked into the empty room. He wouldn't have put it past himself to have just never noticed it before. And he was quite tired. He reached under the lamp shade to pull the light chain.

Anon was thrown back to the floor and the lamp burst into a flash of green flames. And then a creature stood before him, almost as tall as Celestia, but charcoal black, looking like a cross between a pony, a bug, and a block of swiss cheese. Anon shrieked and scurried backwards away from the thing, tripping over an armchair that hadn't been there a moment ago.

The front door to Anon's condo burst open. Princess Twilight Sparkle and the other Elements of Harmony stormed in. "Here she is!" Twilight shouted. Her horn charged to volley a magical attack at the creature, but all that came forth were soap bubbles. The black monster charged its horn to fire back, with the same, harmless result.

"Ah, Anon, I see you've met your new roommate," the armchair said. In a flash of white light, it vanished, and Discord appeared in its place.

"Discord!" Twilight shouted. "I should have known you'd have a talon in this!"

"Well exuuuse me, Princess," Discord chided. "I don't know how many times I must save Equestria before you'll trust me."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!" Anon screamed.

"I'm actually glad you asked," Discord said. "You see, after your little, hehe, outpouring of love in Canterlot, a certain queen had managed to gather enough power to escape her stone prison. Naturally, I sensed it immediately and dispatched myself to apprehend her." Discord turned and stuck his tongue out at Twilight. "You're welcome, by the way!"

Discord looked at Anon as he continued, "But then I thought- I thought to myself... Self, you know who would appreciate this? Anon!"

"I don't appreciate this!" Anon yelled. "I don't appreciate anything about any of this!"

"Oh, but you don't understand, Anon!" Discord said, pointing at the creature. "You see, Chrysalis here is a changeling! Which means she can shapeshift into anything! And I thought to myself- I thought... Self, poor Anon is all alone in this world, with no other humans. But I know a certain 'ling who could turn herself into a human!"

"Discord! Chrysalis is dangerous!" Twilight yelled.

"Correction, she was," Discord said. "But now..."

Chrysalis was still backed into the corner like a frightened animal, visibly emaciated, and fruitlessly trying to cast spells with her horn to no effect. She darted for the window and tried to jump through it, colliding face-first with an invisible barrier.

"As you can see," Discord said smugly, "She's quite harmless. This residence is her new prison. Celestia's stone spell failed to contain her. But this..." Discord tapped on the enchanted walls of the condo, thrumming with magical energy. "This won't."

Chrysalis lashed out at the others in the room, flailing at them with her hooves. Twilight, Discord and Anon. Each time her attack buffeted off of them in a harmless shower of white sparks. She would have had better luck trying to punch through a solid steel plate.

"Now, now," Discord chided. "You two play nice. This is your parole after all. I don't want to be hearing any bad reports from Anon, here."

"Why are you doing this to me!?" Anon and Chrysalis both asked Discord in stereo.

"As I said, so Anon could have a human partner!" Discord repeated. Anon didn't look convinced. Neither did Twilight. "And it's just jolly good chaos!" Discord added with honest mirth. "Who knows? Maybe Anon here will be the one to reform her! But really, Anon, she can change in to anything you want. Anything at all." Discord gave him a lecherous grin. "And feel free to do whatever you want to her. Indulge in your most deviant fantasies. There is nothing too bad that you can do that her crimes don't deserve."

Chrysalis hissed at them.

"No. Just- no." Anon groaned.

"Tell you what, I'll sweeten the deal," Discord said. "If you can make it a week without killing each other, I'll open a portal for you to go back to your home!"

"WAIT! That was always an option!?" Anon shouted.

"Ta-ta!" Discord vanished.

Anon, Chrysalis, Twilight and the rest of the mane six stood there in the living room.

"I'm moving," Anon said.

The refrigerator door opened and Discord poked his head out. "Uh-uh!" he chided. "You have to live here for the week, too."

"That was never part of the deal!" Anon snapped.

"I am altering the deal. Pray I do not alter it further." He vanished again the the door shut itself.

"Anon, you don't have to stay here," Twilight said.

Anon rubbed his head. It was late. He was tired. He really didn't want to deal with any of this. He just wanted to go to sleep. But the prospect of being able to go home was too appealing to ignore.

"No," he said.

"What!?" Twilight balked.

"I'll stay. I'll- I'll play along," Anon said. "He said she's harmless now so... whatever."

Twilight looked at him, and then at Chrysalis. She didn't trust the former queen of the changelings at all. And she barely trusted Discord much farther than she could throw him.

"Maybe he's right," Fluttershy said softly from behind Twilight. "Maybe Anon can be the one to reform her. He's quite a sweetheart." Hearing that made Anon smile amid all the stress. "And Discord is a pretty good judge of character."

"I dunno about that," Rainbow Dash grumbled.

Twilight looked at her friends and then back at Anon. "It's up to you," she said. "But if anything happens, just call out for us and we'll be here."

"Thanks," Anon said. Twilight's horn spewed a few more bubbles. She huffed in indignation and walked outside to be able to use her magic again to teleport away. The rest of the ponies quietly left and he closed the door. He walked back into the living room. Chrysalis sat in the corner where she had been. "Well, it looks like we're stuck with each other. I suppose proper introduction are in order. I'm Anonymous, but everyone just calls me Anon. And you're... Chrysalis, yes?

"QUEEN Chrysalis!" She snarled. "Of the House Carapace, First of Her Name, the Unturned, Queen of the Drones and the First Gnats, Majesty of the Great Holey Hive, Breaker of Brains, and Mother of Grubs!"

"... Yeah, no. I'm not saying all that shit every time I want you to pass the salt. How about Chryssi?"

"How about I rip your throat out!?" she growled.

"Cool. Chryssi it is."

"I've killed creatures for lesser offences!" She swung at him again and her hooves ricocheted off of him harmlessly.

Anon yawned. "Yeah, that's real neato. But I get the feeling those days are behind you now." He turned and walked into the kitchenette, grabbing a cider from the fridge. He looked around for the bottle opener. "Hey, c'mere for a sec."

She sat where she was and crossed her hooves. "Hmf!"

Anon walked over to her and grabbed her horn, using one of the crooks in it to open the bottle cap. She was powerless to stop him as she yelped but was otherwise unharmed. "That's for trying to kill me," he said and then took a sip. "Twice. But now we're square-zies."

"This is so undignified!" she growled through her grit teeth.

"You want one?" Anon offered her a bottle, waving it at her. "Makes you feel better. I've got a bunch and I've recently come into a bit of money. So I'm feeling extra generous." She turned her nose up at him. Anon shrugged. "Suit yourself." He settled on the couch and sipped his drink. It would probably be his dinner. "Are you sure you don't want something to eat, or drink? You look hungry."

"Changelings are empaths. We feed on love," she said.

"Ah." Anon took another sip of his drink. "Well with that attitude, it's no wonder you look like you're starving." She hissed at him. "See, that right there is what I mean. You get more bugs with honey than vinegar."

"I will not be your whorse!"

"I wasn't asking you to be," he said. "But if we're going to be stuck together like this, we can at least be civil." He looked at the clock on the wall. "Look, I've got a long day of work tomorrow. So I'm gonna finish my drink, and then I'm gonna go to sleep."

Chrysalis stood up and trotted past him into the hallway.

Anon sat on the couch and drank his cider. He clicked his heels together and repeated, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." A few minutes later he finished his drink and tossed the bottle in the returnable bin. He walked down the hall to his bedroom. He found his bed occupied. He made a mental note to get another bed for the guest room, for his... guest.

"Come on, get out of my bed."

She hissed at him again.

Anon just shook his head in dismay. "Fuck it."

Anon turned around and went back out to the living room to sleep on the couch. He had slept on a couch plenty when he was living at Fluttershy's. Aside from their parting, he still remembered that time there fondly. He drifted away into his pleasant memories as sleep found him.

~

Anon awoke some time during the night. He realized he was sleeping on the couch and slowly opened his eyes to reposition himself. He looked up at a pair of glowing green eyes looking down at him in the darkness.

"JESUS FUCK!" Anon shrieked as adrenaline rushed through his body. He jumped with a start nearly falling off the couch. "The hell are you doing!?"

Against her dark silhouette, Chrysalis's teeth flashed in the moonlight as she spoke, "I was feeling snacky. You've a lot of love to give."

"So I've been told," he groaned. She had scared him so badly his stomach felt like it had done a flip. He hiccupped and burped at the same time. And he almost certainly needed a clean pair of shorts. Anon stood up and got changed before heading into the bedroom. Chrysalis followed after him. "What?"

Chrysalis took a deep breath. "May I..." she grit her teeth, like the words physically hurt to say, "...may I join you?"

"The fuck!? No!" Anon said as he got into his bed. "Waking up to you hovering over me just scared the shit outta me. I don't need that again!"

"Oh. Would you prefer something more agreeable, like..." In a flash of green flame, her form changed into that of a human. Specifically, she looked just like him. Dick and all. Butt naked.

"Oh, shit- this is fucking weird..." Anon groaned. "Couldn't you at least be female?"

With another flash of green flame, her form changed again. This time it was him, minus the penis. But with tits just above her crotch. Obviously she had never seen a human female before. He pointed at her crotch tits. "Okay, first of all, those go up here." He pointed at his own nipples. "The hair on your head should be longer. Wider hips. Softer facial features." Chrysalis made the mentioned changes. "Those should be bigger though," he said, pointing at her breasts.

Chrysalis adjusted their size in another flash of green light.

"Bigger."

Flash

"Bigger."

Flash

"Bigger," Anon repeated, indicating with his hands in front of his chest.

Chrysalis braced herself with her hands on her back with breasts each as large as her head. "How in the world do your females manage to walk erect like this?" she groaned.

Anon snickered. "Hehe. Erect." Even with his help, and the low light, and in spite of the fact that anime tits were his kryptonite, she was, at best, a four out of ten for a human female. A lot of her still looked way too butch from starting with Anon as a template. But at least she wasn't a terrifying bug-pony thing anymore. "Fuck it. It's a start."

Anon rolled over to go back to sleep. He felt the bed shift behind him. He looked back and saw her over his shoulder. "Um, excuse me? What are you doing?"

"I believe the term is 'cuddling'," she said, putting her arm around him, pressing her massive jugs against the back of his head. "Ponies seem quite fond of it."

"Uh, I know this seems weird since I'm a stud and all, but I literally just met you."

Chrysalis shifted her position and pressed her nose into the nape of his neck and sniffed him. "Did you not spend a night in Celestia's bed?" she asked. She ran her hand down along Anon's muscular arm. "Do not try to deny it. I can still sense her magic on you." Her hand ran down along his abdomen. "I could feel it when she was in her throes of pleasure. I imagine all of Canterlot did." Anon grabbed her wrist before she reached the waistband of his shorts and threw her arm off of him. Big tits or not, he still knew what she was. "Does your heart lie there still?" she asked.

The walls of the room around them flashed green as she transformed. Anon looked back over his shoulder to see her wearing Celestia's form. Unlike her guesswork to imitate a human female, her impression of Celestia was uncanny. But unlike Celestia's soft, maternal smile, the one Chrysalis wore was far to wide and mischievous. It didn't help when she licked her lips. Her expression softened into disappointment at his lack of a reaction.

"No," Chrysalis said plainly in Celestia's voice, as though answering her own question. "Not her then. But somepony."

Anon rolled over and pulled the covers tighter to himself, trying to pointedly ignore her. It's just a bad dream. It's just a bad dream.

"Such guarded feelings," she purred. "You keep your love locked in a vault. But I can tell it's a very big vault to hold it all. Somepony hurt you. Who was it Anon? Who hurt you?" Anon tried very hard to not think about Fluttershy. But the funny thing about not trying to think about something... "The yellow one?" she asked with amused surprise. The room flashed green again.

Anon knew better than to look. But curiosity got the better of him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Fluttershy. "How did you-"

She answered in Fluttershy's demure tone, "Discord's hex on me might keep me from manipulating your mind, but he can't stop me from reading it. Especially when you're practically broadcasting your thoughts quite so... intensely." Anon felt the breath from her nose against the back of his neck, as though she were smelling Pinkie Pie's freshly-baked pastries. He could hear her smack her lips. "Unrequited love. Such bitter sweetness!"

"Seriously, what's your problem!?" Anon snapped. "Earlier you said you wanted to rip my throat out, and now this!?"

Chrysalis shrugged. "As the saying goes, hunger sweetens the beans." She climbed over him to move into his field of view. He clenched his eyes shut. But he could still hear Fluttershy's voice in his ear. "Come now, Anon. This should be rather straightforward. You have something that I want. Surely there is something that you want that I could provide in exchange."

Her soft, yellow hooves pulled at the the blanket. Anon's grip on it had weakened and it slipped from his fingers. Her hooves moved to his shorts, pulling them down. Anon could have stopped her. But he didn't. Part of him wanted to believe that he didn't want this. But a bigger part, a part he couldn't hide from her, knew that was a lie.

"Oh, Anon! Is this for me?" he heard Fluttershy's voice say, but he still couldn't bear to look at her. He felt her weight shift on the bed as she straddled him. He felt her warmth envelope him. "Oh Anon! You're so big! I love you so much!"

At that, Anon opened his eyes. He looked up at Fluttershy on top of him. Her words that he had longed for lingered in his ear. His last shred of rationality knew they were false lies, laced with venom. But in that moment, in that bed, he didn't care. His hands reached up and wrapped around her waist as he started to thrust up into her. Just tonight, just this once, he could pretend. "I love you, too."

His heartfelt, genuine words were honey in Chrysalis's ears. His rich love practically radiated off of him, and she absorbed it, basking in it like a reptile soaking up the warm sun.

She let him take her in whatever position he pleased. On top, bottom, from behind. They even invented a few positions. It was of no consequence to her how he chose to use her body. His love was a sumptuous banquet for the starved queen, and she gorged herself on it. Long into the night until it was so late that it was early.

Anon woke up the next morning alone in his bed. He felt exhausted but for some reason he had woken up before his alarm. He could feel how bloodshot his eyes were. "Ugh, what a fucking dream..." There was some commotion out in the main area of his condo. Realizing he wasn't alone in his home sent a fresh rush of adrenaline through him. He got to his feet and shuffled out into the kitchenette. He squinted and looked at the pony standing at the stove.

"Fluttershy?" he asked.

Fluttershy looked back at him over her shoulder. "Good morning, my love! I was just about to call you for breakfast."

"Oh yeah?" Anon smiled, sitting at the table, still not fully awake.

She flipped his breakfast out of the skillet onto a plate and set it in front of him. "I hope you like eggs," she said.

Anon looked at his breakfast and winced. "... Why the fuck are they green?" he asked.

"Green eggs come from green chickens, silly!" she said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh... okay." It made sense to him, barely conscious as he was. He took up his fork and started eating while she watched him intently. They didn't taste like eggs, but damn if they didn't taste amazing to him! They tasted just like his favorite food, a flavor which he would have never expected to come from eggs. "Green chickens you say?" he asked as he ate. "But how did you get them to taste like this? M.S.G.?"

Fluttershy just smiled at him. The alarm in Anon's bedroom started to go off. "I'll get that," Fluttershy said. You just keep eating."

As he finished his plate, the sound of his alarm shook him from his daze. Wait, Fluttershy didn't live here. She lived in her cottage. With Discord. Anon looked around the condo that he lived in, alone.

Wait-

Fluttershy walked back into the kitchen. The events of the last night came flooding back, hitting him like a sobering bucket of ice water.

"Wait, you're not Fluttershy! You're that shapeshifting thingy- Christmas!"

"Oh, are we done with playtime?" Chrysalis's voice came from Fluttershy's mouth.

"Fuuuck!" Anon groaned. He rubbed his head. He didn't have a headache or feel sick, but he still felt hungover from the lack of sleep. Anon looked at the kitchen clock. More pressing matters supplanted Anon's feelings of guilt and regret. "I need to go to work. You're not going to trash the place while I'm gone, are you?"

"Of course not!" Chrysalis scoffed. "How would that profit me?"

"Can you blame me for being nervous about leaving you here unsupervised?" he asked.

"Call in sick," she said, wrapping her hooves around him at his chair. She mewled into his ear, "Tell them you came down with a bug."

He shoved her hooves away. She wasn't Fluttershy. As good as last night was, and it was good... He hated himself for how much he enjoyed it. Just thinking about what he had done with her looking like that made him feel dirty. But he didn't have time for a shower. He could take one at the spa. Speaking of, he would soon be running late if he didn't get going.

There came an insistent knock at the front door. "Anon!? It's Twilight! Just checking in on you," she shouted through the door.

"I'm coming," Anon yelled, getting up from the table.

"You certainly were," Chrysalis purred.

"Shut the hell up, and fucking take that off right now!" he demanded. Chrysalis rolled her eyes and shed her Fluttershy disguise as Anon answered the door. Princess Twilight was standing outside.

"Good morning, Anon," Twilight said. "Do you mind stepping outside for a moment?"

"Sure, what's this about?" he asked, stepping over the threshold of his residence harmlessly.

Twilight relaxed a bit. "Nothing. I just wanted to make sure that you could, so I knew I was talking to the real Anon."

Anon scratched the back of his neck. "Right. That. She's right inside, in case you're wondering." He walked back inside.

Twilight followed after him and let out an audible gasp. The scrawny twig from the night before had filled out in all the right places, giving her a healthy plumpness, and she was now clearly taller than Celestia. Her stark, feral demeanor was replaced with a content smile. Ironic, considering that changelings don't eat actual food. All they eat is lov-

Twilight glared at Anon, who was presently sweating. "Anon? Why is bug big, Anon? Bug wasn't this big when she was dropped off... Answer me, Anon."

Anon just gulped. He grabbed his things and bolted for the door. "I- I'm late for work! Gotta run!"

Princess Twilight Sparkle glared at Anon, who was presently sweating. "Why is bug big, Anon? Bug wasn't this big when she was dropped off. Answer me, Anon."

Anon gulped, grabbed his things, and bolted for the doorway. "I- I'm late for work! Gotta run!"

Twilight had seen this maneuver before, when she had first tried to introduce Fluttershy to Princess Luna on Nightmare Night. As Anon ran for the door, Twilight slammed it shut with her magic, making him run face-first into it. Twilight walked over and picked him up off the ground. "We mustn't rush, Anon. That's how accidents happen." She opened the door and walked outside with him, closing it behind them. "Anyway, I came to check on you because I'm worried about you."

Anon rubbed the bump on his forehead. "Yeah. I can tell how much you care about my wellbeing."

"Oh for goodness sake!" Twilight's horn glowed and a purple light washed over his forehead, healing his bruise. "There. Can we talk now?"

"Look, princess, I need to get to the spa. I wasn't bullshitting you when I told you I was running late," Anon said, pointing at the clocktower in the town square. "My shift legitimately starts in like, five minutes!" Twilight rolled her eyes before they turned into pools of iridescent white and she lofted herself into the air. As she drifted back down, the sun dipped back down below the eastern horizon. "Did you just... turn back time?" he asked.

"Sort of. I set the precession of the sun back one hour."

"You can do that?"

"It's not so much a matter of if I can so much as if I should," she said. "But a princess is never late. Nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to. And since you are beholden to me at the moment, I can't have you be late either."

"Beholden?" he asked. She nodded as she led him to Sugarcube Corner. "Wait, why are we here?" he asked.

"While we talk, I figured I could at least treat you to breakfast," she said.

"Actually, I already ate," Anon said. "Chryssi made breakfast for me."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Green eggs."

Twilight just stared at him.

"You know, from green chickens?"

"... Is that what she told you?"

"Yeah."

"And you believed her?"

"Yeah? Fucken- I dunno! I'm in a magical world with talking horses and yaks and freaking bug queens. Is it really so hard to think that there might be chickens that are green!?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

"I mean, I'm a little tired, but hell, I'm always tired these days."

"I'm just worried she might try to use her mind control on you."

"She told me she couldn't do that."

"..."

"I don't feel mind-controlled."

"..."

"Well what the fuck! You're the super-wizard. You tell me if I'm under some kind of spell!"

Twilight focused her magic on Anon, and a dim aura gathered around his head. A moment later it faded away. "No. You're not under any spell."

"There! I told ya!" Anon huffed. He re-orientated himself and started marching toward the spa. Even if the sun was turned back an hour, there would almost certainly be a long line of clients waiting outside the door most displeased with the development.

Twilight continued to trot after him. "Hey, I wasn't finished with you yet," she said.

"Yeah, you and half the town," he said, looking at the line as the spa came into view. "So take a number to make an appointment." Anon walked past the line of anxious mares to the front door of the spa. Princess Twilight walked right in after him, cutting in front of everypony to a symphony of annoyed grumbles. "Your funeral," Anon muttered.

Inside the spa lobby were three large crates.

"Meester Anon!" Aloe called out. "There you are! These- Oh! Princess Twilight!" Aloe gave a quick curtsy, as did Lotus when she walked out to the lobby.

"These crates arrived earlier this morning," Lotus said. "They are addressed to you! What in the world is all this?"

"Oh, damn! I forgot I ordered all this!" Anon said. "This is... these are some tools of the trade I bought to help me with my work." He looked at Twilight. "Since you seem to want to be my number one stalker, you can help me unpack them."

Aloe scowled, "Manners, Anon!"

"No, it's okay," Twilight said, levitating the smallest of the three crates. "I did rather impose myself on him."

"This way," Anon directed, leading her into his massage suite. She placed the crate down inside the suite with a heavy thud.

"Wow. That is heavy," she remarked. "What in the world is it?"

"Let's find out," he said. The large, former-storage closet was still partially that, with a toolbox up on a shelf. He took a screwdriver and jammed it under the corner of the crate lid and pried it open, and then broke down the sides. Inside was a black steel barrel with bold white letters painted on the side that said 'CUM LUBE'. "Ooh, I wonder what's inside!" he asked sarcastically.

Twilight blushed and went to get the next crate. Though the largest, it was much lighter. Anon opened it and rolled the rack of erotic costumes over into the corner of the massage suite.

The third crate was of average size and weight. Twilight helped Anon pry the lid off and looked inside. Her expression was, at first, one of confusion. That gave way to... more confusion.

"Wh- what?" she asked.

Anon hadn't the time to humor her as he set to work unloading the crate and lining the shelves with, "Tools of the trade," he told her.

Many of them very much looked like construction tools equipment. Others were utterly baffling to her in appearance. Some things, however, were plainly evident in their purpose. She lifted a large, red dildo out of the crate. It was still sealed in its packaging, labeled, "The Big Apple?" Twilight asked, waggling the semi-turgid phallus at him. He grabbed the figurative 'tool' from her hooves and set it on the shelf with the other literal tools. "What sort of 'massage' are you providing here, exactly?" she asked as he finished unloading the last crate.

Anon pointed at his freshly-minted S-Class certification mounted up on the wall. "World class, apparently," Anon said. Twilight looked away. He rolled his eyes. "Don't be coy with me, Twilight. You're one of the smartest ponies in Equestria. You know precisely what I do here. Now if you don't mind, there is a long line of ponies waiting out there. And it isn't polite to keep them waiting."

Twilight moved between him and the doorway. "And it would be impolite to keep me waiting, too."

"Wha-? No!" Anon tried to push his way past her. "You had your chance in Canterlot with Primo Nachos, or whatever. Besides, I thought you said you had a guy for that!"

"I do," she said. "I mean, I did. Or at least, I thought I did."

"The fuck? Did he die?"

"What!? No! He's just... unavailable," she said.

"But... you're a princess. How is he unavailable?" he asked.

"Well he is... married," she muttered.

"Ooh. Scandalous!"

"Yeah, well keep that to yourself!" she said. "He has a foal, too. I'm not about to be the cause of a broken home."

"Hey, what happens in here, stays in here," he assured her. "My lips are sealed,"

"Good. So now you understand my predicament."

"Yup. That certainly does suck," Anon agreed. "But you still gotta wait your turn."

"But-"

Anon grabbed the water hose and started spraying her with cold water. "Out!" Twilight shrieked and he chased her through the spa lobby. "Back of the line! Make an appointment! No cutting!"

The other mares waiting at the front of the line watched Anon chase after the princess with the water hose.

"Back of the line!" Anon yelled at her. "Make an appointment! No cutting!"

"Did he just kick out the princess for us?" on asked.
"That is the most chivalrous thing I've ever seen!"
"Oh my gosh. I have never been so turned on before."
"Uhgh, fuck! I think I just came a little bit," another moaned as she clenched her hind legs together. Anon wasn't the only one making puddles in the lobby.

He coiled up the hose and discarded the broken-down crates. He straightened out his shirt to make himself presentable as he returned to the lobby. "Ladies," he greeted. "Good morning. Who's first?"

The mare at the front of the queue desperately wrapped her hooves around his thigh. "Take me now! I am SO fucking ready!"

Another day, another couple dozen thoroughly-satisfied clients seen to. The clock tower in the center of town chimed the end of the workday.

Lotus helped the last mare exit through the lobby on shaky hooves.

"F-fuck! I'm still tingling!" she moaned as she glanced back over her shoulder. "Thank you, Anon! Sorry about the, uh..."

"It's quite alright," Anon said, wringing out his drenched shirt. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He hung his shirt on a hanger and turned to head to the back of the spa, walking past Aloe. "I'm gonna hit the showers before I head home."

Anon finished disrobing and stepped under the shower, rinsing off the sweat, grime, and goodness-knows-what else from the long workday. Aloe poked her head into the shower room, catching his attention.

"Oh, hey Aloe. Look, I know it's not fair that you and your sister are waiting patiently for your turns after all these clients-"

"No, it's not that..." Aloe glanced at his naked body glistening in the running water and smirked. "Well, it's not juuust that," she added. "There is a... an after-hours client that is here to see you."

"Aloe, I told you; I don't do overtime."

"Pleeease meester Anon! These will be the only exception!"

Anon braced his palm against the tile wall and groaned. "Ugh! Fine." He rinsed off and toweled himself dry. He threw on a fresh pair of boxers and nothing else as he strode back to the lobby. Lotus was waiting by his suite. "What? You?" he asked her.

Lotus blushed. "No. She's waiting inside."

"Who is?" he asked.

"Princess Twilight, of course," Lotus said.

"I should have figured," he muttered.

"I do think you owe it to her," Aloe said as she began closing up the spa. "A princess or not, your little display this morning was quite embarrassing for her."

"Yeah, yeah." Anon opened the door and stepped inside. Princess Twilight Sparkle was sitting patiently in his chair beside the massage table. "Princess," he greeted her.

"Anon."

"I'm..." Anon cleared his throat, "Sorry, about this morning. I was frustrated, and I know you were just looking out for me and that... mares aren't themselves when they're... you know. But that's not a good reason to-" he snorted "To hose you down in front of all your subjects."

"I would be more inclined to believe you if you weren't trying so hard to not laugh right now."

Anon tried his best to suppress his chuckle. "To be fair, it was pretty funny."

"Humor is subjective."

"We'll ask Pinkie about it later."

"No. We will not," Twilight said with all seriousness.

"Alright, alright. Confidentiality and all that," he huffed. "Anyways, I take it you're not here for a social call."

"You would be right."

"Well, I'm already late for happy hour, so let's get to it. How would you like it?"

"First of all, put this on," Twilight said, grabbing a Royal Guard costume from the rack.

"Ah, the 'princess and the royal guard'. Classic." Anon put on the pieces of the costume. They were made for a pony, but he was able to wear the disjointed pieces well enough to establish the broad strokes of the character. He would have to enlist Rarity in making some modifications for his erotic wardrobe. "Say, this wouldn't happen to be a certain married royal guard, would it?"

"That- That's none of your damn business!"

"That sounds like a yes," Anon grinned.

"S-Shut up!" Twilight yelled.

"Hey, relax. I told you, whatever happens in here stays in here."

Twilight's blush intensified. She opened her saddlebag. "When he knew he wouldn't be able to see me today, he sent me this." She pulled out a conic flask with gold trim. A viscous white liquid sloshed around inside it. It took no leap to guess what it was. "As long as I get this in me, it will put out the flames of my estrus, but... I still want that experience."

Experience.

"Um, speaking of experience, if I look under your tail, am I going to have like, a trans-dimensional existential crisis?"

"What!? No."

"Okay, good. I was just checking if that was a thing for all alicorns."

Twilight climbed up onto the massage table and flagged her tail up. Anon winced for a moment as he braced himself. But he was able to look at her pussy just fine without ascending to a higher plane. He had seen quite a few in his new vocation. Each one had a unique beauty in its own way. Sometimes he could tell if an older mare had a foal already. But others could have fooled him.

Twilight's wasn't anything spectacular, despite her being an alicorn. Perhaps because she ascended, rather than being born one. Not that hers wasn't pretty. It was quite lovely. Her pursed lips formed a thin, vertical line. Along with the pucker of her ponut, they were only a slightly darker shade of her lavender fur.

"So... do you want the full course of foreplay or-"

"No, no. You can just mount me," she said before tapping the flask on the table next to her. "Just as long as when you're done, you pour this in there."

Anon shrugged. "Alright. Simple enough." He dropped his shorts and kicked them aside. He moved to stand behind her, holding her flank in one hand and guiding his dick with the other. The moment his tip touched her pussy she yelped and shirked away from him. "Whoa, are you okay?"

"The hell are you doing!?"

"... Mounting you?"

"You touched my no-no square!"

"..... what?"

"Peepees go in poopers!" Twilight said in all seriousness.

"What the fuck!? Are you twelve? Why are you talking like you just had a stroke!?"

"It's called the Facts of Life, Anon. Sheesh! A stallion peepee goes in a mares pooper to give a spunk suppository. The stallion testosterone gets absorbed trans-dermally through the lining of the colon, to treat estrus. And then, if the mare is a good girl, she gets to have a foal!"

"Oh wow..."

"Oh I'm sorry Anon, did I just blow your mind?"

"Are you fucking with me? You don't really believe that, do you?"

"Uh, yeah! I mean, he does have a foal. So I think he's something of an authority on making one!"

Anon felt like his head was spinning. "How could someone so dumb be made the head of state!? Actually, don't answer that. I know exactly how that can happen. But seriously, how can you be an adult and not know how sex works? Doesn't Equestria have sexual education?"

"Well actually..." Twilight shuffled nervously. "I was homeschooled before I went to magic school. I know it was supposed to be part of the curriculum, but it just sorta never came up. And I never asked for it."

"So this... stallion just told you that it worked like this and you never thought to fact-check it? You, of all ponies?"

"I trusted him!"

"Well if he has a foal, then you're right; he does know how to make one. But that also means he knows how to not make one."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, by only having anal sex with you, he's trying to prevent you from getting pregnant. And if he's married, then I can understand why."

"So how would I have a foal then!?"

"Vaginal intercourse!"

"You mean like..."

Anon rolled his eyes. "Yes. A stallion peepee in your no-no square."

"But he said that would hurt! That's why he never did it!"

"I mean, it might hurt your first time, but after that it's supposed to feel really good!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! Wow. I can't believe you're still a virgin."

"I'm not a virgin. I've had his peepee in my pooper lots of times."

"Please stop talking like that! You sound like a little filly, and that makes me really uncomfortable." Another thought occurred to him. "Wait, hold up. Does this mean you've never masturbated, either?"

"Uh, no! I'm not a stallion, duh!" she said.

Anon's jaw dropped so hard it was barely attached to the bottom of his face. "Oh you poor, sweet, innocent, summer child... You've never, once, in your whole life been curious to even touch yourself there?"

"Ew! No. Why would I?"

"Touch yourself there!"

"What, with my hooves? No, that's gross."

"For fuck's sake..." Anon groaned. "I think I have some hoof gloves in the doctor costume set..."

"No, I still wouldn't want to."

"Well then let me do it," he said.

"No! It'll hurt!"

"I promise you, it won't."

"What if it does?"

"Twilight, you have magic! You could snap me in half like a twig if you wanted to!"

"That's true. I mean, I wouldn't... but-"

"Twilight, I Pinkie Pie Promise it won't hurt."

Twilight's eyes went wide. "Anon, if you think my magic is scary, you really don't want to mess around with a Pinkie Promise."

"I'm not messing around, Twilight. I'm serious. It'll feel really good."

"O-okay..." Twilight said nervously as she laid back down. Het tail was still flagging reflexively, despite her nervousness that would have otherwise had it tucked between her legs. Twilight kept struggling to look back at Anon as he moved closer.

"Here, why don't you roll over so you can watch more comfortably," he suggested. Twilight rolled onto her back and he inclined her upper half slightly to make it easier for her to see.

Anon hovered his palm over her steaming-hot marehood, a hair's breadth away from her violet tuft of pubic fur nestled just above her vulva. He could feel the intense, literal heat of her estrus radiating off of her neglected marehood. Twilight bit her lip nervously, despite his promise. Ever so slowly, so gently, he closed the distance and cupped her pussy with his palm.

Twilight whimpered. Not in pain, or even surprise. Just at the alien sensation of the contact. Like sitting on a cold toilet seat. But it was not unpleasant.

"Okay?" Anon asked with concern, keeping his hand still.

Twilight nodded. "Yeah it's- it's okay. But it doesn't feel 'really good' like you promised, either."

Anon smiled. "Don't worry, my princess. That comes next." He fanned out his fingers, parting her pussy lips with his index and ring finger, letting his middle finger dip between them, sliding against her slick interior. He moved it up along between them, just barely grazing her nub at the top. It was like he had plucked a guitar string to her central nervous system.

Twilight's back arched up off the massage table, and her wing sprung out from under her to either side. She sucked in a breath so quickly it sounded like a muffled, inward scream. As quickly as her back bucked off the table she fell back down onto it, panting. "What did you just do to me!?"

"I barely touched you."

"What sorcery is this!?"

"This is a clitoris." Anon placed his finger against her clit, keeping it still.

Whatever thought or action Twilight was about to attempt was instantly cancelled. The strength of her limbs failed and her facial expression shifted randomly like somepony having a stroke. It was indicative of her line of thought being likewise scrambled. She tried to speak, but only fragments of words managed to dribble from her mouth in an jumble of guttural vowels.

Just as soon as it looked like she was regaining her bearings, Anon pressed against her clit with his finger just slightly firmer. It wasn't much, barely the weight of his hand, but it was just enough to keep her teetering at the edge of incoherence. Her spasms became more frantic as she struggled to even draw air, until at last, Anon took his hand away again.

While she regained her breath, Anon brought his fingers to his lips. Princess Celestia's nectar was a supernatural delight without mortal compare. Among the rest of the ponies, their flavor was similar to a degree, with variances from diet and whatnot. But he had heard rumors that a mare's chemistry changes after she gets rutted. At least, he thought they were just rumors. But the proof was dripping from his hands. Virgin pussy tasted different.

Instead of the watery, slightly-bitter earthy notes he was expecting of a mare, Twilight's unmarred pussy had a sweet tartness to it. He held her thighs apart with his hands and licked his lips.

She yelped as he started to lean forward. "What are you doing!?"

"I was going to... lick you."

"Eww, gross! W-why!?"

"Because it tastes good, and it'll feel good for you," he said. "Has he never done that for you?"

"No."

"And you've never sucked his dick?"

"Well of course I have!" she said, rolling her eyes. "Sheesh, I'm not stupid. How else are you supposed to suck the semen out? And I'm sure not going to be able to take it in the bum if it's dry."

"And he never returned the favor?" he asked. She shook her head. "That simply will not do." Before Twilight could even say another word, Anon closed the distance, cupping her marehood with his mouth and licking her with practiced precision. Up and down between her lips, and occasionally probing inside, savoring the rare sweetness of her pristine flower. He hadn't been anypony's first before. Except for Rarity, though. Technically. As good as she tasted, it wasn't this unique, virgin flavor. He glanced at the flask of semen on the shelf.

"So is that common?" he asked, pointing at the ornate bottle with his free hand while the other started working a couple fingers into her pussy.

Twilight's eyes fluttered from the feeling of her pussy being serviced. But her gaze followed the direction of his finger to the flask.

"Yeah-" she breathed. "Lots of ponies do it. Usually lesbians who don't care for penetration. So they just get a bit of it and put it in themselves to quell their heat."

"Or in your case, if their partner is away," Anon added, "But I'll bet they put in in here, and not their ass." He added a third and fourth finger. He was unsure if she even heard him as her head lolled back onto the massage table pad. He proceeded with great care and caution, gently feeling his way inside her for any sort of barrier. Rarity may not have had her hymen anymore, but Twilight still could.

Anon rotated his wrist and added the tip of his thumb with the rest of his fingers inside her, advancing slowly, agonizingly so, until the widest part of his hand slipped inside her entrance. Twilight let out a sharp gasp. But with the most difficult part passed, the rest would be smooth sailing as he pushed deeper inside her. Inch after inch of his arm slid inside without meeting any sort of resistance.

Before long, Anon's (elbow) deep tissue massage was precisely that, with the crook of his elbow against her vulva, and the knuckles of his fist just barely grazing her cervix. As was the case in the anatomy book he had gotten from Nurse Redheart, like humans, the hymen wasn't like some sort of freshness seal. In many cases, it was a very small part of the internal architecture, or absent all together, so breaking it the first time wasn't always necessary, or even possible.

Losing one's virginity didn't always have to be painful. So much the better for Twilight. She deserved for this to be a pleasant experience. Reading her reactions as he bottomed out inside her told him it that certainly seemed to be the case. He brought his arm about two thirds of the way out and slid back inside her again and again.

Accustomed to him now, her whimpers at the strange sensation inside her turned into throaty moans of pleasure. Taking a stallionhood in her tailpipe didn't hurt, per se, but neither was it explicitly pleasurable either. But taking a load of foal batter deep inside her always served to satisfy her estrus. And she was never one to argue with results. Feeling it moving in and out gave her only an echo of this sort of pleasure, diffused through her internal anatomy.

But now that she was finally getting a proper rutting, everything she had ever felt before this paled in comparison. It was like night and day. Like the difference between shooting a canon ball and throwing it. Her body squirmed on the massage table, but Anon had her anchored well in place with his arm literally in her center of mass.

Anon pumped his arm in and out of her at a steady pace. There was no need to try to mix things up for her first time and startle her. He let the pleasure build up inside her slowly. Her clitoris instinctively winked at him in a desperate plea for attention. With his free hand he gently massaged it with his thumb, so as to not overstimulate her too soon.

He brought his arm about halfway out and felt a spongy mound within her vagina's anterior wall. He unfurled his fingers and pressed them against that spot, curling them back in a come-hither motion against it over and over again. With his other thumb still on her clit, he placed the rest of his palm over the corresponding area above her vulva, letting him massage inside her more firmly.

Twilight's general moans of pleasure shifted into nervous whimpers. Her complexation turned into a deeper shade of red blushing. "Anon, I- I know I went before you came in here, but I think I need to use the little fillies room."

"You're alright, Twilight," he said, keeping up the assault on her g-spot.

Twilight felt the pressure building up inside her. Her horn sputtered a few useless sparks. She couldn't focus her magic. She could barely remember her own name. She tried to squirm away, but her muscles failed her. With half his forearm inside her pussy, Anon had complete control of her body.

"Anon! S- something's happening! Please! I- I can't hold it!"

"Don't hold it in, Twilight."

"N-no- I- I don't-"

Anon pressed his palm against her abdomen a bit more as he kept massaging her g-spot. "It's okay, Twilight. You'll feel so much better."

"Nngh-" Twilight writhed on the table, unable to get away from the growing tension in her belly. The building pressure. Twisting itself into a bigger and bigger knot, getting pulled tighter and tighter.

"Give it to me. Let it go."

"NyyaaAAHH!" The knot snapped and her pussy quivered and gripped as she gushed out around his wrist with a mighty spray. Her hips involuntarily bucked into the air, thrusting against his arm as a series of smaller squirts accompanied each spasm.

Anon relented his assault and kept still to let her come down from the ecstasy of her climax. Once she finally relaxed, he gently pulled his wrist out of her.

Twilight looked down at herself and blushed, covering her face with her hooves in shame as another gush spurted out after his hand pulled free.

"Oh my goodness!" she whimpered. "I'm so sorry! I can't believe I wet myself!"

Anon chuckled. "Well, yes and no. I mean, yes, you clearly did, and me." He tugged at the soaked fabric of his Royal Guard costume. "But not in the way you're thinking. Didn't it feel good?"

The rational part of Twilight's mind slowly came back online. "Yes. Really good!"

Anon licked his fingers before toweling them dry. "Yeah. That's called an orgasm. I can't believe you've never had that before."

Twilight brushed her tousled mane out of her eyes. "Well I've never gotten intimate with a human before."

"Rightly, that should happen for you every time you have sex," he said. "Though it can be tough if you're only doing anal. Speaking of..." Anon grabbed the bottle of stallion semen. "Was it your plan you just... pour this in your ass?"

"Well I was going to use an applicator."

"What, you mean like a cooking baster?" he asked.

"Well I was thinking, more like-" Twilight pointed at the shelf, at the strap-on dildo with the cum lube pump function.

"I mean, yeah. We can still do that. But... I guess the bigger question is, now that you've discovered vaginal intercourse, do you still want that up your butt? Because that is not how you make foals."

"Well I know that now!" she said in embarrassment.

"And if he has a foal, then he must also know that."

"Yes, that stands to reason."

"So he must be purposefully trying to not get you pregnant."

"..."

"Right?"

"But why would he do that?" she asked.

Anon shrugged. "Lots of reasons. But I have no idea. That's between you two."

"Well luckily, that's not a factor right now," she said, looking at the flask.

"Isn't it?" Anon asked. "If you decide to have a child with someone, it should be something that you both choose to do, honestly, together."

Twilight frowned. "It's not like he would be able to be involved, anyway."

"I know. Because he's married. Which, again, maybe you should find somepony else to-"

"No!" Twilight snapped. "I don't want anypony else. I don't want anypony else's foal!"

"Well then I will tell you the same thing I would tell anyone else. Talk to your partner. Now that you know how to properly get pregnant, then you should convince him to do it himself."

Twilight's horn glowed as she narrowed her eyes. "I could just take that flask back from you and do it myself."

"I'm certain that you could. If that's how you want to win. If that's how you want to bring a new life into the world. Through deceit. Betraying the wishes of the one pony you seem to care so much about."

Twilight's horn faded. "No."

Anon grabbed the strap-on and equipped it onto himself. Though it was designed to be worn by a mare, the adjustability of the straps made it work well enough. He poured the flask of semen into the lube pump.

"Alright, come on," he said. "Flip over so we can put this where it was intended."

Twilight rolled over on the table and Anon squirted a copious amount of lube onto the dildo, and then he smeared a handful against her puckered ponut. As with other mares that had a penchant for playing the back nine, her O-ring stretched around the blunt tip of the dildo with minimal resistance. Bit by bit he worked it into her.

If was a familiar sensation to her. It only elicited a gasp from her when she felt her pussy being penetrated as well. With the dildo braced against his pelvis, his real penis was free to also fuck her at the same time.

"Nice?"

Twilight nodded. "Yeah. It actually feels better!"

Anon started thrusting. Unlike the stallion fucking her ass in the past, Anon was positioned low enough for his balls to hit her formerly-neglected clit during the rut.

Twilight panted as her hooves gripped at the table edges as he fucked her. Intercourse had never been so pleasurable before.

"Oh princess, my princess!" Anon said, playing up the role of the Royal Guard pony. "How may I serve thee?"

"Pull my tail! And- preen!" she moaned.

Anon took a handful of her tail and held it taut with a firm tension as he leaned forward to nibbled on the tips of her feathers like he had learned.

"How. Is this? My Princess?" he asked between nibbles.

"Tell me-" Twilight struggled to talk as he rutted her. "Tell me I'm better than your wife."

"Of course!" Anon said. "You're smarter, and prettier, and so much better than my wife, my Princess!" He reached around underneath her with his free hand to play with her clit even more. He felt her shudder as she was getting closer to a second orgasm. Twilight put her face into her hooves.

"Is something wrong, my princess?" he asked.

She was teetering on the edge of another climax. It wasn't that she was embarrassed to cum again. "T- tell me you love me and-" she whimpered, "Call me Twilie."

Anon felt himself getting close too. He leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "I love you, Twilie."

Twilight cried out as she came a second time. The powerful muscles of her tight pussy milked his dick. It would be a tragedy if human semen could soil the flavor of a virgin pony pussy. But it was too late to turn back now. He hilted into her pussy and ass as he came inside her. He let go of her tail to grab the lube pump and squirt the stallion semen deep inside her ass, sure to quell her heat if her multiple orgasms didn't.

A costume change and another shower later, Anon was ready to head home.

Princess Twilight had likewise taken some time to make herself decent. She met him outside the spa.

"Hey," she greeted.

"Hey," he echoed.

"Walk you home?" she offered.

"Uh..."

"As a friend," she added.

He shrugged. "Yeah, sure."

They walked together through Ponyville in the evening twilight.

"Thank you. Again" Twilight said.

"You're welcome... again," he groaned. The mare had been a broken record of gratitude from the moment they finished until he finally managed to kick her out of the spa long enough to clean and close up.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do to repay you?" she asked.

"No. I mean, not unless you can expedite the shipping delivery of my new bed. Because right now, bed is all I'm thinking about."

"I can do that!" Twilight said. "Once we get to your house, I could teleport it into your bedroom!"

"That... that would actually be really great!" Anon said.

They walked up to the front door and Anon unlocked it with his key. Inside, Chrysalis was sitting at the kitchen table with a copy of Ogres & Oubliettes©, grid paper, spreadsheets, and paint. Across from her was a stallion with white fur, and a two-tone blue mane. Each of them were wielding a paintbrush.

Twilight balked. "Shining!? What are you doing here with her!?"

Shining Armor looked down at the little figurine held in his magic, and then back at her. "... Painting miniatures?"