"Well thanks for the weather, Tom," said a middle-aged man in a blue suit as he smiled to someone off-screen, a small microphone attached to a clip-on could be clearly seen pinned to the collar of his dress shirt. With a few papers secured in his hands, the man tapped them atop the desk before facing the camera. "And in other news, the city of New York was in for quite a scare earlier today when a lone gunman made a brazen attempt on the life of Octavia Melody, an Equestrian who, like so many others of her kind, was on a world tour meant to increase friendly relations between Earth and Equestria by preforming classical Equestrian music across the globe. Be warned, the following images captured at the scene of the incident might be disturbing to some viewers."

Immediately after the man said that, the screen changed from the steady image of a news-station interior to shaky footage depicting the outside of a building where two parallel rows of waist-high metal guardrails ran through a large crowd, forcing the people--who a large portion of were obviously paparazzi judging by their flashing cameras--to stand behind them as they tried to beckon who was walking down the makeshift runway for a close-up photo or perhaps even an interview. It was Octavia Melody, now donned after her performance in casual street clothing made with a small hole at the back for her tail to slip through, an outfit specifically tailored for her quadruped physique and recommended to her by the ponies organizing the tour because of humanity's taboo regarding nudity. Walking besides her were two men wearing black suits, shades, and earpieces, one of whom was carrying a cello-case as they escorted the mare to a limousine waiting for her at the front of the building, the both of them pushing back any paparazzi getting a little too close for comfort to Octavia.

As of this moment, Octavia is one of few ponies currently on Earth after Equestria had discovered and made first contact with it. It's been well over a year since that day, and the two worlds have been building a slow yet steady relationship since then. Earth had sent a few representatives to learn and share culture, while Equestria had done the same. Just to name a few ponies, a young stallion by the name of Braeburn was visiting many of Earth's farmlands, learning and sharing agricultural knowledge, while another, a mare by the name of Trixie, was preforming several shows this week in Las Vegas, each one shadowed by their own team of guards hired from an Earth security agency and charged with the task of protecting their otherworldly guests from the more unruly side of humanity.

Continuing to walk towards the car with nervousness evident on her face, Octavia kept her head down low and her eyes focused forward as she tried to ignore all the humans shouting her name, trying to get her attention as they took blinding pictures of her; despite already being on the tour for almost half a year by now, it was all still a little jarring for the mare, seeing that she never got this much attention back in Equestria.

With Octavia nearing the limo, prompting the guard carrying the case to open the door for her, the cameraman seemed to notice something strange, as the image then shifted to a man with a hardened look etched into his expression as he pushed his way through the crowd, his hands in his jacket pockets as he made his way closer to the mare, only to have his progress halted by a guardrail. Eyeing the rail, then Octavia, then back again, the man quickly hopped over the rail, then made for the Equestrian. Immediately spotting this, one of the guards approached the man with his hand raised, his words unheard by the camera's microphone as they were drowned out by the hollering crowd. The man just stood there, his expression unchanging as the guard chewed him out.

Once the guard made a motion to push him back, in a flurry of blurry movement that the camera had difficulty recording, the man whipped something out and hit the guard over the head with it, dazed him, then pushed him aside before waltzing over to Octavia just as she was about to enter the car. Her ears perking up, Octavia turned to the man right as he had swiftly pointed the object at her which he had pulled out earlier. Curious, the cameraman zoomed in to the object that was inches away from Octavia's face, which she was starring at in confusion, clearly not recognizing what it was.

Seconds later, the cameraman's voice could be heard over the crowd. "Oh god, it's a gun!"

Just as he had yelled that, the guard who was placing the cello-case into the limo pulled his head out and had his eyes widen when he saw what was aimed at Octavia's face. Reacting quickly, right as the man was about to pull the gun's trigger, the guard pushed Octavia out of the way, wrapped his hands around the man's wrist, then wrestled him for the weapon. They struggled for a few seconds before a loud bang was heard, causing the crowd to gasp in terror as it now registered to them what was going on. Suddenly, the sound of people fleeing in terror could be heard as the camera then had its gaze shifted downward, showing concrete floor and the cameraman's shoes as he had ducked his head. Seconds later, either because the cameraman was too brave or too stupid to flee, the camera was then lifted up again, showing people run off in every direction as the guard who had wrestled with the man was now on the floor, holding his bleeding shoulder while he clenched his face in pain.

"Michael!" yelled Octavia, ears dropped and expression baring both fear and concern, standing besides her injured bodyguard as she ignored the man before them who was now looking along the floor for his dropped weapon amongst the sea of rushing people. Finding it, and rushing over to hastily pick it up, the man looked back to Octavia, readying himself to aim it at her again, but was stopped when he spotted more bodyguards rush through the fleeing crowd from all sides.

"Get down!" the other guards yelled, shoving people aside as they made their way to the man, hoisting out their own guns from within their coats.

His expression becoming fearful, the man seemed to abandon his goal as he instead ran off, sprinting around a building with many of the guards chasing after him. Moments later, many gunshots could be heard, causing the people who have yet to flee to gasp and yell in fear.

Once the shooting stopped, everyone was deathly quiet, most still ducked and shielding their heads until one of the guards' voices could be heard from the distance.

"He's down! I repeat, he's down!"

And at that, the footage then ended and returned to the news-station.

"Wow, what a hectic scene," the newsman said, straightening his posture before looking back to the camera. "A later search into the suspect's car, who has yet to be identified by authorities, turned up a manifesto written by him where he is confirmed as a radical fundamentalist and claims that Equestrians are, quote unquote, 'an affront to God' and urges for others to follow his example. Octavia Melody has yet to comment on the incident, but sources say she's unharmed and that the bodyguard injured in the attack is scheduled to make a full recovery. We're now giving it to you, Samantha."

The camera then panned to a woman in a red suit sitting besides the man. "Well thanks, Rick, I'm glad to hear that Octavia is ok." Just like Rick before her, Samantha then looked towards the camera and smiled. "Coming up after the break: is there a possible link between the use of ad-blocking software and erectile dysfunction? Stay tuned after the commercials and find out; the answer may shock you."

Deciding that he saw enough, Michael turned off the TV, then tossed the remote control haphazardly beside him; there was no need for him to have watched that news segment, heck, he just lived it earlier today. Getting up from the bed, Michael made his way into the bathroom, turned on the light, then stood before the mirror. Looking back at Michael was his reflection, a five foot, eleven inch twenty-seven year old white male with an athletic and healthy physique, brown hair styled in a crew cut, and hazel eyes.

Removing his shirt, Michael ignored the previously acquired work-related scars on his chest and arms and instead focused on his reflected-self's shoulder were he had been shot hours ago. Despite having Octavia's personal Equestrian physician use her magic to remove the bullet and mend the wound, Michael could still feel the...the searing sting from the gun and could clearly see a small and round, bullet-sized discoloration where it had entered him, a shade lighter than the rest of his skin.

Rubbing his shoulder to alleviate pain that was probably just mental, Michael closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't like this, being on medical leave. He would much rather be with Octavia, making sure that she was alright, but his superiors brought it up with him that because the full effects of magic on humans are still unknown, it would be safer if Michael would just sit things out for at least a week, just in case the magic were to wear off and he'd start bleeding from a bullet wound with no bullet. So, reluctantly, that's what he did, as Michael was now in his modest hotel room, a few floors bellow Octavia's much fancier one.

Putting his shirt back on and returning to the bedroom, Michael threw himself onto the bed, deciding to turn in even though it was still very early in the night. Michael was originally from New York, so sure he could just go out and tread old and familiar ground, but he had left that life behind when he moved Montana, seeking a fresh start before joining up with the security agency. Right as he was nearly done with sorting out his thoughts, readying his brain to shut down shut down for the night, Michael was interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. Lazily shifting atop the bed for better access, Michael fished out his cellphone, already having a good idea as to who it might be since he rarely gave his number out to anyone.

After turning on the phone and unlocking it, Michael hummed in amusement when he saw it was a text from Octavia.

Sent From: Octavia
wht ar u doingg?

Michael couldn't help but crack a smile when he saw just how broken that short sentence was, and the thought of Octavia trying to fumble on her phone designed for human hands and not pony hooves for what was probably five or ten minutes it took for her to even make and send the text only threw more fuel onto the fire that was his grin.

Deciding not to keep her waiting, Michael sent his reply.

Sent From: Michael
Nothing really, was just about to turn in.

Six solid minutes later, Octavia's response reached him.

Sent From: Octavia
oh; thts\\\ but its still erly

Sent From: Michael
(Wow, you really need to figure out how to turn on your auto-correct.) Yeah, I know it's still early, but I really got nothing better to do. Medical leave and all that, remember? I'm probably just gonna fly home in the morning then come back to work in a weeks time.

Staring at the ceiling with his phone on his chest, Michael waited nearly ten minutes for her to text back. Once he received it, Michael was shocked by how well she had typed it this time.

Sent From: Octavia
Before you leaf, why don;t you come up to my room? We can 'hang out' as you say before you turn in. (I figured out how to turn on the automatic correction thingy! Kinda...)

Actually, spending some time with Octavia before going home didn't sound like such a bad idea to Michael; he'd been there guarding Octavia since day one of her tour, and the two had formed a strong yet strange friendship since then. One of the reasons that their relationship was defined as 'strange' was because Octavia one day noticed that Michael's gaze was fixated on her backside as she walked by him, then decided to make another pass by him with exaggerated movements using said backside, all in an effort to tease him. Realizing that she was poking fun at him, Michael soon retaliated with his own brand of teasing, causing Octavia to laugh it off and the two to start a several month-long spanning game of flirt-chicken with one another. But, despite all of the friendly teasing they have put into it, it never went past flirting. Not that Michael wasn't attracted to the Equestrian, her elegance, charm, and, he had to admit, her 'backside', were all aspects of her that he found endearing; no, the two simply had an unspoken understanding to keep their friendship strictly professional.

Taking a few seconds to make up his mind, Michael swiftly typed his reply.

Sent From: Michael
Sure, sounds like fun.

Sent From: Octavia
Excellent! Come up here in hen minutes. Equestria and Earth are already paying for the room, I'm sure they won't mind the extra bill if we help ourselves to the alcoholic assortments they have in the minibar here!

Sent From: Michael
You evil, sexy little genius. Alright, I'll be up in ten.

True to his word, Michael rode the elevator up to Octavia's floor ten minutes later, stepped out of it, then walked down the hall towards her room, passing by a few of his coworkers who were standing guard there.

"Hey Braddock, nice work with that gunman, how's the shoulder holding up?" one of them asked.

Not even looking back, Michael lifted the arm of the aforementioned shoulder, then raised his middle finger. "As you can see, it's doing fine, Steve."

"Heh, cute," Steve answered in a amusement. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were on leave."

Stopping, Michael turned back to him, then smirked as he shrugged. "I am, but Octavia invited me up here for some drinks. Kinda hoping to get piss-drunk by relieving the minibar of all its booze."

Crossing his arms, Steve returned the smirk. "Hmm, sounds like you're gonna have a fun night. Must be nice being Octavia's bestie."

"Oh yeah," Michael said, pivoting on a foot as he turned back around.

Making it to the door to Octavia's room, Michael looked up at the small camera placed above the door-frame, wondering who was the poor sap stuck with monitoring duty tonight. Rather than having Octavia feel claustrophobic by surrounding her with guards twenty-four-seven, she's been given privacy while still maintaining her safety by installing cameras to monitor every entrance to this floor and her room, Michael's coworkers always within running distance should something were to occur.

After giving the door two quick knocks, Michael patiently waited, already hearing approaching movement from the other side. Moments later, the door opened a crack, just wide enough for Octavia's violet eye to peer through it. Seeing that the visitor was Michael, Octavia stepped back and opened the door the rest of the way, revealing herself to be wearing two towels; one was shrouded over her back and rear, while the other was wrapped around the top of her head.

"Michael," she warmly greeted, looking up into his eyes with a friendly and sincere smile.

Hands in his pockets, Michael returned the smile with a single bob of his head. "Hey Octavia. Just stepped out of the shower?"

"Yes, actually," she answered with a nod. "Anything to relieve the stress of what had transpired today." Stepping aside, Octavia then gestured for Michael to enter, saying, "Please, do come inside. I did summon you after all."

"That you did," Michael said, walking past her as he entered her room, only to see just how Earth and Equestria had spared no expense for Octavia's comfort.

It was a very nice room, much nicer than Michael's bellow. Actually, 'room' was an understatement. This was a penthouse. It was spacious, with things like a few abstract paintings evenly distributed along the pearl-white walls, modern furniture of complementing colors, a large, flat-screen TV hanging above the nearby fireplace, glass doors showing a balcony outside that would provide a picturesque view of the city, and lastly, tucked away in the living room's corner, a bar, complete with counter, glasses, and many alcoholic drinks to choose from.

Moving over to sit atop the couch, Michael leaned back and released a cleansing sigh towards the ceiling; he wasn't the only one a bit stressed by today's event.

Closing the front door, Octavia walked through the living room and into the neighboring bedroom.

"Michael," she soon called from the other room.

"Yeah?" he answered, still looking at the ceiling.

"I'll be out soon, so why don't you go see what's in the bar while I finish drying off in here."

The promise of a fancy drink that both he and Octavia weren't being billed for was enough motivation to get Michael on his feet again. As he then inspected what cold drinks were within the fridge, Octavia spoke up again, her voice lacking in spirit this time.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, Michael... You shouldn't have gotten hurt because of me..."

Raising a brow, Michael turned to the bedroom's open door. "Hey, you should't be apologizing. I'm one of your body guards, remember? What I did was kinda in the job description." Octavia remained silent, the only sound Michael could hear was her shuffling in the room. Deciding to break the silence, Michael added with a roll of is eyes, "Besides, no harm, no foul, I'm all fixed up now." After placing his hand on his shoulder, he rotated it. "That Equestrian doctor of yours is...heh, magical; other than a bit of stinging, my shoulder's as good as new!"

"Well I'm grateful for that at least," Octavia said. "Still...it shouldn't have happened..."

Turning back to the fridge, Michael gave his response. "Well that's something you should have realized by now, Octavia: Earth isn't like Equestria, so not everyone is gonna be nice...." Shaking his head a bit, Michael smiled. "But you don't have to worry, my team and I will make sure that nothing bad happens to you."

"Well that sounds like a nice sentiment, Michael, but I don't exactly feel comfortable with the thought of someone risking their life for my own."

Moving some bottles aside, Michael replied. "Like I said, we're your bodyguards: it's our job. And...and we like you, Octavia...all of us do," his grip on the refrigerator's door tightened, "e-especially me..." Realizing that he had said a little more than necessary, Michael then tried to jokingly play it off with, "Heh...besides, if you were gone, who'd I have to flirt with?"

"Well I guess it's a good thing I'm not going anywhere then," Octavia said, sounding much closer.

Startled by her sudden proximity, Michael pulled his head out from within the fridge, closed its door, and found Octavia standing there.

"Octavia?" he questioned, eyes widening as he pulled his head back slightly.

Standing before him, Octavia was donned in, much to Michael's surprise, lingerie that was mostly purple lace connecting a black fishnet collar made with musical notes in its design, to a pair of matching panties with a hole for her tail to fit through. Worn on each of her legs were stockings, sharing the same material and appearance to the collar and panties.

"You like?" Octavia asked, looking up at him with eyes half-lidded as she slowly gestured a hoof at herself.

After his eyes traced her exposed back all the way down to her tail, Michael crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side.

"Yeah, I like," he answered, smirking. "Very sexy."

Satisfied by his response, Octavia hummed in approval, slithering around Michael while she brushed her tail against him, much to his amusement. Stopping before him, she stood on her hind-legs, raising her eye-level up to his shoulders as she rested her fore-hooves on his chest for support. Seeing that she was still a little rickety on two legs, Michael helped her out by placing his hands at both sides of her barrel, steadying her.

Thankful for his assistance keeping her balanced, and now feeling the warm and firm touch of his hands on her fur, Octavia's smile became sultry as leaned forward into his ear, whispering in a low and seductive tone, "Michael..."

"Hmm?" he sounded, playfully digging his fingers into her coat.

"I know you say that getting hurt while saving me is just part of the job, but, putting aside all the flirtatious banter we've thrown at each other for sport, I do like you, Michael... So, I was thinking..."

"Mhmm," he added, his nostrils filling with the fragrant scent of the shampoo she had used earlier in the shower.

"So I was thinking... Since you're off duty right now and on temporary leave," she wrapped her tail around his leg, just bellow his crotch area, "why don't I...repay you for saving me?"

Pulling her head back, Octavia cast an alluring gaze into his eyes, causing him to break into a smile. With their eyes focused on the other's, their faces began to near, inch by inch. But, just as their lips were about to meet, Michael suddenly pulled his head back, much to Octavia's confusion, then placed a hand over his face before chuckling into it.

Baffled by this, Octavia lowered herself back onto all fours, then asked, "What's so funny?"

"This!" Michael quickly answered, removing his hand from his face. "I got to admit, Octavia. You got me good! Man, when you popped out of nowhere in that getup, then gave me those bedroom eyes before you started whispering 'I'd like to repay you', I was like, 'Boom, done! She's won! There is absolutely nothing I can do to top this right now!' You've clearly stepped up your game, and all I can say right now is that you should consider yourself lucky that I won't be able to get you back until I return from medical leave!"

Staring at Michael, Octavia gave him a strange and puzzled look. "Wait...you think this is all a joke?" she asked.

"Of course it is!" he said, leaning on the bar counter as he took a minute to let the rest of his laughter out. Once his laughter finally did die, Michael's face straightened when he noticed that Octavia's expression remained unchanged. "Wait...you were serious?"

After looking fearfully into his eyes, Octavia turned around and lowered her head, her ears flattening as she did so. "Oh...oh dear... I'm afraid that I might have misjudged our relationship... O-Of course you wouldn't really be interested in me... Friendly teasing...that's all it ever was between the both of us... Who am I to think there was possibly more to it..." Shaking her head a bit, she released a downtrodden sigh before saying, "Forgive me, Michael... I feel like...like such a fool, luring you here in the hopes of seducing you with this ridiculous outfit!" Trying to prevent her moistening eyes from releasing their tears, she gave her head a quick shake, then scanned around the room as she attempted to speak in a more cheery tone. "Well, I...I promised you an excellent evening, and I still plan to deliver! Let me just change out of this outfit real quick."

Taking a few steps towards the bedroom, Octavia was stopped when she felt her tail go taut. Confused, she turned around and discovered Michael gripping it in his hand.

"You know," he said, beaming an easygoing smile at her, his eyes looking around as he scratched his cheek. "You're uh...you're not as foolish as you might think..."

"What?" she asked, taking her tail back when Michael released it.

"Well uh..." Moving his hand behind his head and rubbing it, Michael's eyes skimmed over everything but Octavia, his face getting warmer. Trying to regain his composure, Michael nervously coughed into his hand, feeling as if he were in his awkward teenage years again. "What I guess I'm to say is...is that I uh..." Forcing down a lump caught in his throat, he retrained his gaze onto Octavia's eyes, finishing with, "I...I like you too...in that way..."

"Wait?" Octavia said, ears perking up as a glimmer of hope appeared in her expression. "So I wasn't the only one? You...you feel the same way I do?" As soon as Michael nodded, Octavia's mouth broke into a smile baring a mix of joy and relief. Contently sighing, Octavia rose on her hind-legs, her forehooves planted on his shoulders for support again. Once again enjoying the feel of his hands at her sides, Octavia looked into Michael's eyes with him looking back into her's. "So," she said, her voice sounding more confident, "my offer still stands... Would you still be interested, even though I'm not human?"

Smiling mirthfully, Michael rolled his eyes. "Why would you have caught me looking at your ass all those times if I wasn't interested?"

"Hmm, good point," Octavia said before leaning forward to plant her lips on Michael's eagerly awaiting ones.

It started off with a peck, but immediately escalated, the both of them losing themselves to the throes of passion and desire. Michael's senses were overloaded by the taste of her tongue twisting and slithering around his, the heat from her hot breath as she panted, and the feel of her hooves pulling his head in closer, all making him hope that this wasn't part of some dream and that these sensations were indeed reality.

Soon enough, in desperate need for some much needed air, the two pulled apart, breaking a string of their shared saliva as they did so.

"Let's...let's move this over to the couch," Octavia said in between breaths.

"Y-Yeah..." Michael nodded, soon grinning as he ran his hands up and down her sides. "It's kind of hard to make out furiously while keeping you upright at the same time."

"Indeed," Octavia replied, going back to all fours before moving away from the bar and into the living room, watching Michael from the corner of her eye as she purposely swayed her hips along the way. Unable to help himself, Michael followed, his eyes glued to her rear as if in a hypnotic trance.

Once she made it to the couch, Octavia laid atop it, beckoning Michael over with a hoof gesture and her eyes. Needing no further incentive, Michael joined her, sitting beside her with his hands on his lap, turning to her with a mischievous smirk on his face. Wanting to wipe that silly look from his face, Octavia forced Michael flat on the couch, pinning him beneath her before bringing her face down towards his, giving his lips a quick sensual lick, prompting him to open his mouth and allow the two to resume where they had left off in the bar.

Absorbed in the feel of his tongue intertwining with her own and one of his hands running through her mane while the other caressed her back, Octavia soon became aware of a new, growing development. Pulling her mouth away from his and taking a breath, Octavia ran a hoof down his chest, sliding it further down his body until it soon rested over a bulge in his pants.

"Hello. Now I do wonder whatever this could this be, hmm," she coyly said with a smile, looking into his eyes as she gave the bulge a few gentle, circular strokes, receiving a low, joy-filled groan from the human below her.

Even though the feeling of his member being caressed by her hoof was slightly muffled by the thin fabric of his pants, Michael was still in a state of bliss, smiling as his eyes closed and his breathing became shaky while Octavia continued to tease him. However, his elation soon began to falter along with his smile when things started to get a bit painful for him, what with his rapidly swelling organ quickly losing room to grown in his jeans.

Noticing the change in his expression, and instantly deducing what the cause was, Octavia soon shimmied her way lower down his body, her face soon hovering above his crotch. Seconds later, much to Michael's momentary confusion then delight, Octavia took a moment to nuzzle the bulge in his pants, practically purring before clenching his fly's zipper in her teeth, eyes connecting with his as she pulled it down.

With the painful pressure easing itself off his member somewhat, Michael decided to help Octavia out by unbuckling his belt, kicking off his shoes and socks, then sliding his pants down the rest of the way before tossing it off somewhere to be forgotten. With his shirt following suit, Michael was soon left to lay on the couch solely his boxers, a sight that brought a predatory grin to Octavia as she eyed the tent he was clearly pitching before her.

Licking her lips in anticipation as she rested more comfortably in-between his legs, Octavia positioned her hooves over the boxer's waistband, her muzzle hovering over the tent as she made motions to remove the bothersome garment that was obstructing her from her prize. However, right as she was about to accomplish that goal, Michael placed his hands over Octavia's hooves, halting her.

Raising a brow in confusion, she looked up to him, wondering what was the cause for this delay; a part of her became fearful that perhaps he was beginning to have second thoughts.

Hands still on her hooves, Michael's mouth curled into a shy smile. "Uh...you do know what to expect...right?"

Realizing what he was trying to convey, Octavia nodded, a hint of a smile on her face as she was thankful for the warning, even if it was a little unnecessary. "Of course!" she answered with confidence. "Before I called you up here, I did a little research on human mating using that internet application on my phone, and learned that it's not at all different from how ponies rut. Frankly, I'm amazed at how much research material I came across when I typed 'sex' in the search bar."

Knowing that said research material was most likely porn, Michael contained his amusement as he unhanded her hooves. "Well uh... Alright then... You can, uh, proceed."

"Well thank you," Octavia stated in feigned gratitude as she turned her attention back to his tent; unbeknownst to him, Michael's boxers were seconds away from being ripped off his person by her teeth if he hadn't given her the go-ahead soon enough.

With her hooves now free to continue their objective, Octavia resumed the arduous task of removing his boxers, pulling it down inch by tantalizing inch, until finally, his fully erect length shot out like a spring loaded knife, surprising Octavia as the tip scraped against the edge of her lips, smearing a droplet of pre onto it that had gathered there.

"Shit," Michael quietly chided himself as he looked at a stunned Octavia, hoping that his pecker hadn't ruined the mood with its dramatic entrance.

Octavia was stunned alright, but not from what Michael was thinking, because standing to attention at modest size and length before her was Michael's penis, fully exposed for the mare to see. Soon enough, and much to Michael's relief, Octavia began to crane her neck curiously in several directions, trying to inspect the raised, swelled, and throbbing phallus from every angle, her movements almost similar to that of a critic in an art gallery.

Even though it did look a tad different from what she was used to back home, Octavia wasn't exactly shocked or surprised by the appearance of Michael's member, she had spent some time on the internet researching the human male's genitalia before calling him up here after all. No, instead, with the real deal right in front of her very eyes, Octavia found it kind of cute, charming even, what with its flared head reminding her of a mushroom or perhaps even a helmet.

Still, even if she did find it pleasant on the eyes, his 'cock'--a name that she'd overheard some humans refer to it as--still served a purpose, a purpose that, even just thinking about it, caused her nethers to burn in anticipation, her panties already setting itself to work at absorbing her arousal. Feeling her body considerably warmer, Octavia found herself inadvertently nearing her muzzle towards his rod, becoming lightheaded when she caught a whiff of its musky yet alluring scent.

Watching Octavia just sit there sniffing his stiffy, Michael found her behavior a bit odd, but decided to let her continue since this was her first time with a human; he considered it impolite if he didn't allow her to at least familiarize herself with his equipment before they started anything. Moments later, right when his gaze shifted towards the ceiling, a jolt ran through Michael's body when he suddenly felt something warm and moist plant itself on the base of his shaft, then traced upwards along its underside, ending at the very tip of the head. Lowering his sights back to Octavia, he found her happily licking at his length, her hooves at both sides of his waist and her eyes closed as she hummed in delight.

Ignoring her other senses, Octavia was captivated by the slight saltiness of his shaft and sweet taste of his pre as she lapped it straight from the tip, swirling it around and smacking it off the roof of her mouth as she committed his flavor to memory. Hooked and wanting more, she opened her maw and engulfed more than half of his length, causing Michael to shudder as he felt her tongue wrapping around him inside her hot and damp cavity.

Groaning in spine-tingling pleasure, Michael placed his hand atop her mane, gently forcing her lower with Octavia not resisting in the slightest. With her lips soon wrapped around the very base of his member, Octavia suppressed her gag reflex as she could feel his head pushing against the back of her throat, her tongue slithering up and down his shaft's underside as she continued to coax more of his sweet secretions out of it.

Swallowing a mix of her saliva and his pre, Octavia pulled her head back, slowly exposing his length to Michael. Stopping until just his head remained, Octavia lowered herself again, humming around his shaft as she took it back in, his tip making contact with her throat again.

Hand still on her head, and ravaged by the pleasant sensations she was giving him, Michael couldn't help but clench his fingers around clumps of her hair, taking great effort not to accidentally hurt her. Feeling this, and taking that as a signal that what she was doing to him was to his liking, she pulled her head back again, releasing his shaft up until the head before reinserting it.

Repeating this, Octavia soon flowed into the motion of bobbing her head up and down his burning hot, throbbing member, constantly lathering her tongue around it as her throat was barraged by the tip of his head, occasionally interrupting her breathing; not that she was complaining, however...

Mind and body in a state of pure bliss, Michael felt that he was getting close, then placed his other hand on her bobbing head, saying in a low groan, "O-Octavia...I'm...I'm getting close..."

Ears perking up as he said that, she immediately her pick up the pace, pumping his shaft with her mouth even faster than before.

Feeling unable to hold back any longer what was coming, Michael lost himself in the moment, unintentionally holding Octavia's head down, her eyes widening in surprise as searing hot cum erupted from his member down her throat, forcing her to desperately swallow each rich and thick spurt with audible gulps in order to avoid suffocating.

With his shaft shooting out the last rope of cum into her, Michael's high began to lessen. His senses returning to him, he realized what he had done and quickly unhanded Octavia's head.

"Sorry," he apologized, panting as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Her head now free from his grasp, Octavia released his now half-flaccid length from her mouth with a 'pop', then, looking up to him with a satisfied look in her eyes, she widely opened her maw, revealing the last cum-shot of his that had coated the inside of her mouth in white. Closing her mouth, she swirled her tongue around, analyzing his taste as if it were wine before titling her head up and swallowing. After watching a lump go down her throat, Michael was relieved to see her cast a smile at him.

"Why would you need to apologize?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "I like it when a stallio--forgive me, man takes charge."

Shifting to sit upright on the couch, Michael got an idea. "Takes charge, huh?" he said with a devious grin, surprising Octavia when grabbed her and forcibly turned her around.

"What's this?!" she squeaked as he pulled her in. Before she knew it, Octavia found herself upside down and pressed against his naked body, her rear legs hanging over his shoulders and the couch's headboard while her face was once again hovering over his shaft.

With one arm on her stocking covered leg keeping her in this position on him, Michael used the other to practically tear her fishnet panties off of her, exposing her pink slit to him. The sight of her womanhood, soaked and glistening in her own arousal, as well as the sweet yet slightly musky scent it was giving off inches way from his face all went to his head, driving Michael mad with desire.

"H-Hey!" Octavia complained as she tried to look back to him. "Do you have any idea how much it cost me to have this outfit shipped in from Equestri--ahhh!" The feel of his tongue pressing against her clit before brushing upwards past her folds made finishing that sentence much more difficult.

"I--I... Ah--ah! Y-You..." she sounded, his tongue wrapping around her clit and nose pressing into her made each of her attempts to speak come out as incoherent mutterings. Each nibble on her clit, each expedition his tongue took past her folds, all drove Octavia wild in utter bliss, causing her womanhood to produce even more nectar for him to happily lap up.

Eyes shut tightly as she cried out more nothing noises, Octavia was surprised when something poked her chin. Taking the strenuous effort to reopen her eyes, Octavia found that it was his penis, fully erect again and occasionally prodding at her lips as the movements generated by Michael eating her out caused her body to slightly bob atop him.

Her body wracked by Michael's nonstop assault on her nethers, Octavia struggled to open her mouth, taking several failed attempts to catch his member in it before finally succeeding. Feeling what she had done, Michael grunted into her lower-lips, which in turn, made Octavia moan around his shaft.

Perceiving that as a challenge, Michael redoubled his efforts, alternating between licking and biting her love-button to teasing her insides with his tongue. Not one for letting his injustice go unpunished, Octavia matched his speed, her throat once again pounding with his flared head.

Getting adventurous, Michael withdrew his tongue from the inner confines of Octavia, then focused his eyes on her puckered anus before brushing his tongue roughly over it, receiving a shocked squeal around his length from the mare. Seeing what the effects of his actions were, and enjoying the sensation it produced, Michael kept at it, his tongue tracing circles around her tail-hole as Octavia tried to flick his face away with her tail in an act of defiance. Her efforts were in vain however, as all her tail did was bring the scent of shampoo to his nose as he continued.

Octavia tried to contain her squeals as she continued to service him, but a few would slip by her since she had never tried anything intimate involving that hole before; it wasn't an unpleasant sensation to her...just, strange. Strange yet very enjoyable, so much so that she almost found herself disheartened when he returned his tongue to her folds.

Soon enough, after the two had gone at it for several minutes, Octavia released a joy induced yelp around his member as she came, her body feeling lighter and her essence running down Michael's chin as he tried, and failed, to take every last drop. Feeling the vibrations induced by Octavia's yelp along his length, as well as excess marecum run down his chest, lessening the friction between the two hot, sweaty bodies, Michael bucked into her slack jaw, Octavia seemingly unaware and just drooling onto it as she was still riding out her high.

With one final upward thrust into her throat, Michael held it and came, Octavia just now coming to as she tried to swallow what she could of his spurting seed, only to have to have some of it escape her mouth because of gravity and run down his deflating member. In desperate need for air, Octavia released Michael's length from her mouth, her eyes unfocused as she drooled both saliva and remnants of his seed onto it while she caught her breath.

Michael, breathing just as heavily as she was, carefully adjusted Octavia to lay on the couch besides him, her head resting on his lap as he then stared at the ceiling, trying to get his bearings.

A minute later, with her slightly swaying tail and being the only part of her that was moving, Octavia spoke up, her voice a bit worn out yet full of content as she said, "That was...that was quite the experience..."

"Uh-huh," Michael replied, his tone matching her's as he ran his fingers through her mane. His expression soon sporting a mischievous smirk, Octavia shivered when she felt Michael's hand trace through her hair, along her spine, then stopped over her cutie mark before firmly gripping her flesh there.

"Ah!" she uttered as he massaged her flank, only for her voice to be quickly silenced by Michael's other hand. Her noises muffled as he continued to knead her rear, Octavia's eyes widened in shock as she witnessed his shaft raise in tandem with his heartbeat before her.

Groaning into his hand, and inadvertently slobbering onto his palm, Octavia couldn't help but smile into it as she observed his erection swell to its fullest, absolutely thrilled to see that those rumors regarding human vitality had some actual truth to it and wasn't just a baseless boast from the species.

Excited to see what exactly Michael was planning, Octavia rose on her shaky legs and allowed him to position her body over himself, aligning them face to face with her privates hovering right above his. With Octavia's forehooves resting atop his shoulders, Michael concentrated as he used one hand to line up his rock-hard member coated in equine saliva and his own cum to her dripping sex while he used the other placed on her rear to gently lower her when he was sure he got the geometry just right.

Feeling his well-lubricated, burning hot shaft prod her wet entrance, then slowly penetrate through it, Octavia shut her eyes tightly and moaned as he impaled her, trembling like mad when her hips finally touched his. She could feel his erection throb in tune with his heartbeat, and he in turn could feel her's through her surrounding walls. They stayed like that for a bit, Michael's arms wrapped around Octavia while she burred her head in his shoulder, quivering when either one of the two would make the smallest of movements, because, like an enemy at the gate, the tip of Michael's head pushed against the entrance to her womb, threatening to enter and lay siege to what was behind.

Confident that she had enough time to adjust, Michael hooked his arms under her hind-legs and lifted, Octavia moaning in ecstasy as the efforts made in vain by her womanhood to keep him in only massaged his rod. Feeling this, and breathing heavily through his nose as a result, Michael raised her to the point where only his head remained in her. Then, much to Octavia's joy and elation, he lowered her again, giving her a nonlethal, slow stab with his rigid member. Bottoming out in her soon, Michael raised her again, repeating the process, quickening the pace each time he did so.

Muzzle in the crack between Michael's shoulder and the couch, Octavia wailed into it, her muffled cries fluctuating in volume as Michael's hips clashed against her's, each impact followed by a wet, smacking sound. Heart beating insanely fast, and feeling her limit swiftly approaching, Octavia wrapped her forehooves around Michael's head, squeezing him tightly as she moaned into his ear while climaxing, her vision going white as her brain reached a state of euphoria.

Feeling her gush around his member, Michael picked up his pace, thrusting even harder into the mare above him who seemed to be momentary out of it. Reaching the end of his peak, Michael gave one last thrust into Octavia and held it, his head kissing her womb's entrance before shooting spurt after spurt of his load into her, coating her insides in his cum.

Still joined, the two panted heavily against each other before Octavia pulled her head back and stared at Michael, the warmth radiating from his essence within her belly caused her to beam a satisfied smile at him. Using what little strength she had left in her, Octavia pulled away from Michael, his deflated member slipping out of her and their mixed fluids already seeping out as she stepped off the couch.

Dripping a trail of milky white behind her, Octavia trudged towards the glass doors leading to the balcony. "Let me...let me rest..." she said in-between deep breathes, pressing her chest and face against the chilled glass in an attempt to cool down her body. Her eyes were getting heavy, and she felt like sleeping there, but Michael had other plans when he approached, slapping his hands onto her flanks before roughly caressing them.

"Wha-- What are you doing?!" she questioned, too tired to move on her own anymore. The aching of her overworked muscles screamed at her that rutting this human was more physically taxing than she had anticipated, but curiosity and her returning arousal had her allowing him to continue.

Turning back to the view of the city, a shock ran through Octavia's spine when the human lowered himself, then suddenly poked and prodded at her tail-hole with his tongue. The sensations of his moist muscle working in tandem with his hands squeezing and pulling apart her rear had reduced Octavia to shuttering putty; the last reserves of her strength were being used to keep her upright, and all she could do was exhale her hot breath onto the glass before her, fogging it up as she weakly lifted her tail, giving Michael better, unobstructed access to her puckered anus as he continued to tease her.

His member regaining its vigor for the fourth time this night, Michael pulled his face away from Octavia's rear, using an arm to wipe his saliva off his mouth. Fearing that it was over, Octavia made motions to turn back to him, only for her muscles to lock up when she felt the underside of his warm rod slide over her hole, his tip poking against her tail's dock.

Using his hands to press her flanks together in order to embrace his member, Michael pulled back, then forward again, his tip tracing past her anus before once again making contact with her tail dock. Repeating this a few times, Octavia bit her bottom lip when Michael soon placed his head over her hole before pushing it into her, her ring easily accepting his girth due to both of their organs being thoroughly lubricated. Feeling his hot spire penetrate deeper into her, inch by purposely slow inch, Octavia could do little more than pant intensely until Michael finally bottomed out in her.

With his hips pressed against her rear, Michael stayed in that position, enjoying the sensations brought about by Octavia's body heat, heartbeat, and occasionally convulsing muscles, all felt through his shaft pierced deep within her. Pulling his hips back, his member retracted from within her, his helmet-shaped head scraping past her twitching inner-muscles, causing Octavia to coo as the intense pleasure traveled up her body and hit her brain.

Stopping when just the head remained, Michael pushed back in, causing Octavia's forehooves to claw at the glass door as she panted on it. Exiting Octavia, then filling her up again, Michael began to increase his tempo, his swaying balls slapping against her dripping nethers as he pounded into her. Each thrust forcing her harder onto the glass door, Octavia shut her eyes tight as she released joyful moans and wails. She loved this feeling, being used and abused, and with how roughly he was treating her, Octavia felt like an object, an object who's singular purpose was to be used solely for Michael's pleasure; she always did preferred being the submissive one during intimacy, and now was definitely no exception.

Seeing that each thrust into her caused the glass door to shake, Michael slowed down a tad, because, installed right above it was a security camera placed there to monitor the balcony. If he were to thrust a little too hard, the resulting vibration might cause the camera to lower, inadvertently giving his coworkers a show. Pacing himself, yet still punishing the mare bellow him, pace, Michael kept at it, his hands gripping her coat above her flanks as he felt his stamina finally near its end.

Gritting his teeth as he felt that tingle start to run up his spine, Michael fully pulled out of her, causing Octavia to fall to the floor like a rag doll due to how physically exhausted she was. Working quickly, Michael moved around her, then carefully picked up her limp head before forcing his painfully throbbing member past her lips. Barely registering what was happening because of how warped by pleasure her mind had become, Octavia became aware of his shaft thrusting in and out of her mouth, trying her best to suckle on it. Seconds later, having finally reached his limit, Octavia's lips were wrapped around the base of Michael's rod as he shot rope after rope of his seed into her mouth.

Riding his high, and finally drained of all energy himself, Michael slumped to the floor, laying flat on his back as he exhaled towards the ceiling. Octavia, having just swallowed her treat, released him from her mouth with a 'pop', smacked her lips, then took the time to clean his deflated member with her tongue; she knew where it had just been, but the human had left her very satisfied, and then some, so she could care less at the moment.

Finished with cleaning him off, Octavia crawled to his side where Michael used the last of his strength to embrace her as their breathing and heart-rates began to slow, the both of them ending up falling asleep on the floor with the lights still on.

Hours later, Michael groggily opened his eyes, finding the room illuminated by the morning sun's rays. Raising his head off the floor, and finding a blanket over his nude body, Michael became confused, wondering where he was and why he was naked until memories from last night flooded back to him seconds later. Recalling the events with a growing smirk, Michael rose from the floor. Getting onto his feet, he stretched his worn muscles before making his way into the kitchen, hoping to quench his parched throat and to replace his lost fluids with some water or something.

After finishing a glass of orange juice, Michael became aware of the hissing sound of running water, originating from behind a closed door across from him. Walking over to the door, Michael found Octavia's lingerie and stockings from last night, discarded on the floor beside it. Having a good idea what the room behind the door was, Michael placed his hand on the handle and turned, then opened it to confirm that it was indeed the room's bathroom.

Stepping in, and silently closing the door behind him, Michael walked forward, finding a site before him that caused his smile to grow. It was Octavia, standing in the tiled section of the bathroom, right under a running shower head, the source of the noise that brought him here. With the torrent of comfortably warm water washing over her, Octavia's eyes were closed as she turned her head in multiple directions, making sure to thoroughly get her mane and coat.

Blindly placing her fore-hooves on the shower wall for balance, Octavia rose on her hind-legs, then whipped her wet mane out of her face before opening her eyes, easily spotting Michael standing there.

"Hmm, good morning. You're finally up," she said under the running water with a smile, swaying her waterlogged tail. Her eyes soon lowering down his naked form, Octavia couldn't help but nibble on her bottom lip when she spotted his member rise, reaching its full length within seconds. Her voice taking an inviting tone, she then said, "My my...that must be painful for you, Michael, being that hard so early in the morning. Why don't you come join me in here so I can help you with that..."

Octavia's seductive charm seemed to work, as Michael then stepped into the shower area with her. The sight of his throbbing length getting sprayed with water as it neared her caused Octavia to salivate as she turned around to greet it. Soon enough, Michael shuddered as as running water bombarded his back, massaging his muscles while Octavia serviced him bellow.

Eyes closed, and water cascading down her mane and around her muzzle, Octavia eagerly pumped his shaft with her mouth, her tongue wrapping around it as his head reintroduced itself with her throat. Enjoying the taste of his pre, but desiring more what came after it, Octavia sped up her efforts, her escaping saliva mixing with the water and trickling down her chin before swirling down the drain. His breathing getting shaky as Octavia increased her pace, causing his swaying balls to slap against her chin, Michael closed his eyes and moved his head back a bit, placing it below the shower head and getting his hair soaked.

Minutes later, Michael's abs clenched as he placed his hand over her head, nonverbally signalling her that he was getting close. Getting his message, Octavia placed both of her fore-hooves around his waist, pulling him in closer as she tried to milk him for all he was worth. Octavia's efforts were soon rewarded, as she felt his member start to twitch and writhe, each convulsion followed by a strong spurt of his seed shot directly down her throat. Humming contently to herself, and around Michael's member, Octavia happily swallowed her morning treat, working quickly before it could build and obstruct her windpipe.

Pulling his now deflated rod out of her mouth, Michael wiped his hands over it, using the water to clean it himself as Octavia just stood there smacking her lips. Turning to the shower head, and taking a moment to actually clean himself, Michael was a bit startled when he felt something wet wrap around his leg. Looking down, and finding that it was Octavia's tail, Michael spun his direction back to her, only to see her rear held up as she rested her head and chest to the shower floor.

"Hey," she said in mock annoyance, releasing his leg as she gave her flanks a quick shake, "I just serviced you, so how about you return the favor and service me?"

Seeing her in this position, asking him to continue, Michael didn't have to look down to know that he just got hard again.

"Why not?" he said with a shrug, scooting behind her as he got on his knees. "It's only fair, right?"

Grabbing his length, Michael rubbed his tip along the entrance to her marehood and clit, sending small spikes of pleasure to Octavia, teasing her.

Getting impatient, Octavia nearly yelled, "O-Oh just shove it in me already! There's no need for all this foreplay!"

Her outburst nearly made him comply, but Michael's expression grew mischievous as he got another idea instead. Pressing his tip, then head into her entrance, Michael pushed a few more inches further in before suddenly pulling out, much to Octavia's annoyance and confusion. Right when she was about to complain, Octavia had to clench her teeth when his rod poked at her tailhole, then forced its way in.

"Wha--what are you--!" she was cut short when he thrusted, her rectum taking in the rest of him as he hilted fully within her, the water and her saliva making excellent lubricant

Pulling out of her until just the head remained, Michael grabbed her by the hips, then pulled her towards him, repeating this in a gradually increasing pace. Eyes shut tightly, Octavia could do little more than weakly wrap her tail around his neck as she release pleasure-filled grunts into the tiles, her muscles seeming to lack strength as he pounded mercilessly into her. Michael wasn't holding back, as her exact words after all were: 'Just shove it in me already!' At this moment, hearing her bliss filled yelps each time he refilled her writhing walls, he liked to think of himself as a monkey's paw.

The end of his endurance making a rapid approach, Michael moved even faster, panting as he wrapped a hand around her tail before lightly pulling it. Feeling this, Octavia moaned loudly as she reached her climax, her voice echoing around the tiles as she came, her release barely noticed by Michael due to the water. Making one final, solid thrust into her, Michael held it, his erupting sperm coating her insides, his adrenaline spiking with each shot before it eventually slowed, then ceased, leaving Michael worn out and out of breath.

Pulling his soften shaft out of her, Michael sat on the shower floor, resting his back against the wall as the water hit his legs, while Octavia, still in the position Michael had left her in, just laid there, refilling her lungs with precious oxygen under the shower head, any cum leaking out of her used hole would instantly be washed away by the water.

"You were quite rough and very excessive... I liked that," Octavia said, smiling widely at Michael as he dried himself off with a towel.

"Heh, I aim to please," Michael smugly replied, wrapping the cloth around his waist.

Having dried herself off before him, Octavia made for the bathroom door. Opening it, she looked back to Michael as she said, "Next time however, hopefully when you come back from leave, I expect you to, as many humans here say, 'fuck my brains out even hard--" Turning back to the now open door, Octavia's eyes widened in shock when she spotted Steve standing there. "...er..."

Expression matching Octavia's, Steve's eyes went from the Equestrian before him, to Michael who was in the bathroom with her, the towel covering his junk being the only thing from making this even more awkward than it already is.

"I..." Steve uttered. "I came here to drop off some fan mail for you..." After a moment of intense silence from all three of them, Steve immediately slammed his palm to his face, then slowly shook his head as he said, "You know...the rest of us were joking when we said that you two should just fuck already..."

Steve never mentioned what he saw to anyone... He was a cool bro like that...