The morning sun filters through the many trees of Sweet Apple Acres, where you’re currently resting against the worn and weathered wheel of an old apple cart. Applejack would have your head on a barn door if she saw you “slacking off”, but you’ve been picking apples since sunrise, so she can politely go and drink some bleach if she has a problem with it. It’s not like you’re a disposable employee, after all. Your hands prove particularly useful at plucking the more stubborn apples, the ones that refuse to fall from bucking alone.

You snort. Bucking. Where you come from, that word has something of a double meaning. Your attempt to explain it over dinner the previous night was met only with looks of disdain from the Apples. Well, bar Apple Bloom. She just giggled, and winked. God only knows what she gets up to with those little friends of hers when they’re alone in that treehouse.

The relative silence of the orchard, broken only by the occasional chirp of a songbird, always sets your mind at ease. The relaxation was much needed, given the events that surrounding your arrival in Equestria. Your recollections are hazy at best. The one thing you know for sure is that returning home would be… difficult.

That’s all Celestia had had to say on the matter, anyway.

You’d countered with an acknowledgement; shoving your boot up her ass would also be “difficult,” but you’d gladly give it a go. She’d had a good chuckle at that, called her guards off from impaling you with their spears, then promptly sent you to the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

Now you work for Apple Horse. She's a fair boss. A bit blunt at times, but you admire her honesty. Speaking of Apple Horse, you can just make out the large frame of her brother galloping like shit off a stick through the trees.

“A plucky pegasus is proficient in peaking a pony’s posterior pleasure!” he bellows, with the articulate gracefulness of a town crier. You frown, watching as he gallops headlong into a tree.

“Did Apple Bloom and her friends put something in your cider again?” you mutter, more to yourself than the frantic farm pony. Being the more stoic type, Big Mac isn’t usually much of a talker.

Whilst such an impact to the skull would knock the average pony out cold, Big Mac merely bounces off the trunk, leaving quite a sizeable dent in the bark. You shake your head, getting to your feet and steadying the slightly dizzy stallion.

“Make it stahp!” he yells, nearly peppering your face with horse saliva.

Ugh. Gross. “Would you just calm down already? What happened?” you gingerly ask, taking a tactical step backwards out of the spray-zone.

The stallion’s head swivels in the direction he came from, he points a big red forehoof at a mare a little ways behind him. “SHE HAPPENED!” he growls, his irises shrinking to the size of pinheads. “She put a spell on me! It was awful. Ah feel awful. Ah’ve a sickeningly strong urge comment on anything and everything. That’s a mighty fine shirt you’re wearing.”

“Oh, thanks,” you reply, looking down at your plain grey work vest. It wasn’t much, but it’s always nice to get a compliment, after all.

“Your tatty mess of a mane thoroughly ruins the ensemble, however-”

“Now, hey-” you begin, self-consciously running a hand through your hair. It’s not your fault it spikes up at random angles when you’re working under the sun…

The gentle tinkling sound of unicorn magic intervenes, and Big Mac’s maw snaps shut. With a muffled “harumph” and a loud nicker, he shoots the new arrival a filthy look, before swiftly stomping away with an air of having been thoroughly offended.

His pursuer gives a dejected sigh, deftly pawing the ground in frustration. Her pristine coat, a pleasant shade of pink, shines with a light sheen of sweat from the chase. One of her large persian blue eyes is partly obscured by the fringe of her mane—a flowing mass of deepest purple, graced with a teal stripe running its entire length. Her tail, composed of the same palette, curls over her shapely rump as she looks at you, her eyelashes fluttering for a brief moment. In a word, this mare is hot. That much is not lost on even you. Of course—that must mean only one thing…

As if on cue, her eyes open wide, irises shrinking. A huge grin splits her muzzle. “Hello! Will you be my friend?”

You grin politely, trying to edge away from her as discreetly as humanly possible. It’s easy to tell this mare is a wild card. A loose cannon. Who knows what side of the Vicky Mendoza Diagonal she falls on? You certainly don’t. You’d rather not find out, either.

“Err… hi,” you begin, not really sure what to say. Her bright and happy gaze bores into your very soul.

She prances toward you, nuzzling her face into the palm of your hand, as though such an action is a completely normal thing to do. Whilst you had indeed gotten used to everypony’s seeming disregard for personal space, this is more than a little… forward. “You must be the human Twilight told me about,” she says.

“Hehe… yeah,” you chuckle, making a mental note to slap the alicorn with a quesadilla at the next opportune moment.

“Oh, but you’ll be perfect!” the mare exclaims, a small shower of teal sparks erupting from her horn, causing you to flinch. “So diverse. The Princesses will love you!” She trots around you in a circle, those large persian blue orbs devouring your form.

“Um… What?” you stammer. You have a uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach, and it ain’t last night’s apple cobbler.

“Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Starlight Glimmer,” she says, brushing her side against your thigh and gazing up at you with the crazy eyes.

The name is not entirely unfamiliar. You seem to recall Applejack mentioning this mare in passing a few times. Something about being a protege of Twilight’s? “Jack,” you say, awkwardly patting her on the back, more out of politeness than anything.

“Well, Jack,” she purrs, fluttering her long, spiky eyelashes once more, “would you like to accompany me to dinner with the princesses?”

You blink. Did she just invite you, a random stranger, to dinner? “I… um,” you begin, trying to figure out the best way to politely refuse. Unfortunately, her eyes shrink to the size of pinheads again. A tuft of her mane sticks out, and one of her ears starts twitching erratically.

If you had to guess, you’d say you weren’t the first to be invited by her today. A further assumption of yours is that one more rejection could turn her into a pastel pony pint-sized slasher.

“Why, yes, that sounds lovely,” you answer, before blanching in horror at your own words. Why would you say that? Of all the smart things to say at that moment, that was not one of them.

“That’s wonderful!” Starlight exclaims, her horn glowing in triumph. No, not just her horn—her whole body is enveloped in a shimmering teal aura. She floats up off the ground, capturing your torso with her hooves and nuzzling your chest. “Twilight will be so pleased that I finally made a new friend!”

“Heh… Yeah,” you say with a forced chuckle, gently patting the mare on the head and wondering what fresh hell awaits you.

You're wearing a tux. Yes, it wasn't enough that this crazy ass mare you just met dragged you into a dinner date with the Princess of Friendship and the all-powerful benevolent demi-god of the sun—she also made you sit through forty minutes of Rarity shoving her measuring tape where it had no business being.

The fashionista has her talents, but having only worked with ponies, the clothes she insists on making for you every now and again aren’t exactly perfect. It’s not that you don’t appreciate her efforts—you’d just prefer not to look like a high school prom reject.

“It’s wonderful that you decided to make friends with Jack! You have no idea how much I wanted to suggest it, but I wanted you to make your own friend, which you did!” Twilight spergs, her eyes shining like glimmering saucepan lids. Her gaze darts between the two of you like she wants nothing more than to force you both inside a Fedex box.

You silently cringe at her enthusiasm. You love her, but god, does she struggle with subtlety. Even the decor of the dining room could do with toning down a bit. The life-size unicorn ice-sculpture keeps staring at you expectantly for one, not to mention the huge hoof-stitched banners of Celestia and Starlight that go all the way up to the ceiling. Sure, it makes sense for Sunbutt, but Starlight’s crazy eyes enlarged in tapestry form kinda make your skin crawl.

“Oh, it was easy. We just click, y’know?” Starlight giggles, giving you a sultry wink. You blink, a frown darkening your features for a moment. Something about her mannerisms toward you suggests that this new “friendship” may not be entirely platonic.

“Well I, for one, am certainly glad at how well you’re progressing with your studies,” Celestia comments, her freakishly long horn illuminating as she takes a bite of her salad. You couldn’t take your eyes off it the first time you met her. Seriously, that thing could probably skewer a pig all the way through. Or a human.

You gulp down some apple juice from an ornate crystal goblet, avoiding Celestia’s gaze. Unfortunately, she notices.

“Are you enjoying this evening, Jack? When last we spoke, it was not for long. I feel I could have made a better impression,” she says, looking upon you with attentiveness.

You blink, taken aback by her concern. “What? No, no, it was fine. If anything, I could have, uhh… handled the situation a little better.” Yeah. Let’s go with that. Her royal guards had been itching to tear you a new one for calling their leader a “horse” when you’d first laid eyes on her. Apparently the term meant something akin to a street walker in Equestria.

“Well, in any case, let this night be a chance for us to redeem ourselves,” she declares, levitating her own crystal goblet in the air. You hold up yours, clinking the two together before taking a swig. Celestia smiles, taking a sip of her own drink before continuing. “I must say, I’m glad you befriended Starlight. She is a very gifted young mare.”

Your gaze finds the mare in question, sitting right by your side. She looked good when you met her, but she looks positively breathtaking now. She’s wearing a tiny teal dress made of silk, accented with just the right amount of silver lace as to not be lurid. It loosely covers her flanks and part of her tail, but is coat-tight around her midsection. Her mane appears silky and voluptuous, that unique fringe obscuring part of her face. A decorative silver filigree envelopes her horn, which glows with a magical aura the same colour as her dress.

She sees you looking at her and gives you a half lidded smile that simultaneously sends a chill down your spine and a rush of blood to your loins. Wait… What? You frown. The former reaction makes sense, but the latter is just confusing. You aren’t turned on by ponies. There must be something in the apple juice. Probably Twilight’s doing.

You stare at the Princess of Friendship. She smiles, chin resting on her forehooves as she stares right back at you and Starlight—through a set of major shipping goggles, by the looks of it. What did you do, you feathery little brainbox?

“Starlight, why don’t you show Jack your kite collection?” Twilight suggests, breaking the temporary lull in conversation.

You gasp involuntarily, and almost choke on a chunk of potato. She’s definitely up to something.

“That’s a great idea!” Starlight beams, her crazy eyes locking onto you in an instant. “Are you finished, Jack?”

You look down at the empty plate that was your vegetable salad. Your heart sinks. “Well, uhh…”

CRACK!

Before you can even enquire about dessert, the room implodes, air pressure spiking to unfathomable levels. Your vision blacks out, save for twinkling stars popping in and out of existence. You’re almost certain you can’t breathe. Less than a split second later, however, it’s over.

Starlight is standing right there in front of you, her eyes scanning your face. “What the fuck?” you all but yell, your breath shallow, one hand clutching your chest. Did you just teleport?

The dinner table is gone, along with the whole dining suite. You appear to have ended up in another room of the castle entirely, except this one is smaller, though has equally purple walls. You also notice you’re now sitting on a small wooden bed.

“Eh heh… sorry. Maybe I should have warned you,” Starlight mumbles, her grin sheepish.

“D’you think?” you gasp, you heart hammering a mile a minute. “Luna’s box! I thought you’d turned me into a pancake.”

This gets a chuckle from her. “No, but that’s actually quite a simple spell-”

“No!” you yell, pointing a finger at the unicorn. “I’ve seen more than enough horse magic today.”

Starlight lets out a small gasp, taking a step back. Her eyes widen, all traces of her crazy persona vanishing in an instant. “I’m not… a…”

You realise your mistake. “No, I didn’t mean whorse,” you begin, cursing yourself for forgetting the word’s interpretation in Equestria. Starlight doesn’t appear to be listening.

“You don’t like me at all, do you?” she squeaks, tears already causing her makeup to run.

“What? No… I mean, yes!” For all her quirks, she has a certain charm about her. You can’t help but wonder where the mare’s confidence has vanished to.

She sits on her haunches, dejected, her dress ruffled beneath her rump. “Why do I suck at making friends?”

“Look,” you say, sliding down to the floor. “You don’t suck at making friends. I’m still here, right?”

“Only because I teleported you here,” Starlight hiccoughs.

You smile. It’s as if all the crazy has morphed into cute. “Yeah, but I know how a door knob works.”

You think you catch the barest hint of a smile, but you can’t be sure. “I’m sorry for bringing you here tonight. I… I just wanted to show Twilight I’m really trying. She’s done so much for me these past few months, even though everypony has been telling her I’m not worth it-” she sobs, mascara stained tears running down her cheeks.

You blink, the recollection of a dinner conversation from a few moons ago surfacing to the forefront of your mind. “Brainwashed an entire town, she did, then nearly brought about the end of harmony as we know it through reckless manipulation of time. But Twahlight don’t care none. She says we gotta teach her the value of friendship.”

You push your thoughts aside. You don’t know the details, nor do you want to. If Twilight has faith in her student, then so do you. You trust the alicorn’s judgement, after all. “Starlight, come here,” you sigh, holding out your arms.

Starlight gives you a look of trepidation, as though trying to figure out if your intentions are sincere. Ultimately, she decides to trust you. Her horn flashes, and the dress she is wearing vanishes, along with her ruined makeup. Sitting down and leaning against your side, she lays her head on your shoulder. Without any conscious thought on your part, your arm snakes around her back, your fingers splaying in her silky coat.

“I don’t really like dresses,” the mare quietly says.

“I don’t really like tuxedos,” is your absent minded reply.

“Well, why don’t you take it off?” she asks, her big inquisitive eyes surveying you.

“Well, um…” you falter, realising she really has no idea of your preference to be clothed at all times in the presence of others. “I would, but the majority of humans aren’t exactly fans of being naked.”

“Huh…” she says, bringing a hoof to her chin. Her horn flashes, and a small bottle pops into existence in front of the two of you. “Would vodka help?” She grins, her eyes positively glimmering with mischief.

You frown. She has to be pulling your leg. “That’s not a thing.”

“It is!” Starlight defends, her eyes fixed on the large kite shaped like a phoenix gliding high above the castle parapet, where the two of you are sitting beneath a cloudless evening sky. “My mom sent me to kite camp to make friends. Of course, the only thing I actually ended up making was a bunch of kites…”

“Why, though? You’re a perfectly likeable pony. Well, when you’re not giving people the crazy eyes, that is. I bet you had at least one friend there,” you say, gazing at Starlight. You gently place a hand on her shoulder, and she looks at you with those big blue eyes.

“Well, I wasn’t as good at controlling my magic back then. Some ponies were a little scared of me, I guess,” she replies, her eyes travelling down to your comforting touch. The wooden kite reel in her aura suddenly spins uncontrollably, until the phoenix it’s tethering breaks free altogether. “Aww, ponyfeathers,” Starlight mutters. Her horn flares, and both the kite and the reel disappear in a flash of her magic.

She takes a swig of vodka, before sitting on her haunches at your side and offering you the bottle. You accept, sliding an arm around her and taking a swig yourself. “Just how powerful are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” you say, the alcohol dulling your senses. Your hand subconsciously makes its way to the small tuft of outcropped fur on her chest, your fingertips stroking through it. It takes a moment or two before you realise you’re kinda-sorta feeling her up. ...the fuck am I doing? you ponder, stilling your hand. You don’t want her to think you’re weird and grabby.

If she does, she doesn’t show it. “Well, there’s a reason I’m Twilight’s student,” she says.

“Yeah, I heard about the time you-” you begin, before catching yourself. You put the vodka bottle down, and gently nudge it away with your foot. Said foot really belongs in your mouth at this moment.

Starlight lets out a sigh, her eyes finding her forehooves and her ears wilting. “Everypony has heard about that, and now every human,” she mutters, part of her mane falling over her cheek.

Placing a couple of fingers under her chin, you raise her gaze towards you. “We all make mistakes, Starlight. For instance—I once called Princess Celestia a whorse.”

Starlight snorts. “Why?” she asks, incredulous.

“Well, It means something a little different where I’m from. Nopony felt the need to tell me for quite some time, I might add. They all just kept slapping their hooves to their mouths in shock, then waving their big ass spears at me.”

“Well, at least you didn’t brainwash an entire village, then create a deliberately unstable temporal paradox that ruined Equestria several times over just because you were salty.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I think you have a bad case of regrets Tourette’s. What happened, happened. Your friends don’t care anymore, and that includes me.”

“So… you consider yourself… my friend?” Starlight asks, biting her lower lip.

Your resolve crumbles, and you pull her close. “Well, considering this is the longest non-work or transdimensional-predicament-related one-on-one conversation I’ve had with a pony that wasn’t Big Mac, I’d say so.”

To you surprise, Starlight leans into your embrace, studying your expression intently. Something about the mare seems a bit… off, almost as if something is niggling away at her mind. You aren’t left wondering what it could be for too long.

Soft pony lips, softer than you could have ever imagined, press against your mouth. Your own lips part in shock, and Starlight takes full advantage. Her tongue meets yours, and a fierce battle between the two commences. The revulsion a part of you had expected if you ever ended up actually kissing a pony is nowhere to be found. Instead, there is only curiosity, and a thirst to explore.

Your hand makes its way to the back of her head, your fingers splaying into her silky mane. Starlight twists into your lap, her hooves encompassing your shoulders. Her ears swivel and flick as she explores your mouth with her tongue. All too soon, though, she breaks away.

“I… have more kites back in my room. Would you like to see them?” she asks, adorably biting her lip again.

You smile. Just about any pretext would suffice at this point. “I reckon I would.”

You lay on Starlight’s bed with a dopey grin on your face. Starlight is half lying on you, her hooves exploring your fingers. For some reason, she’s fascinated by them. You, in turn, gently examine her hooves. You’ve never really had a chance to have a proper look at a pony’s hooves before. Your fingertips detect soft pads in the middle, and you notice they’re actually capable of gripping your fingers. You feel the sensation, though you can’t quite wrap your head around how she’s doing it. It isn’t magic, as her horn isn’t lit. Maybe this explains how earth ponies are able to grasp teacups?

She hasn’t shown you any kites besides the first, but right now, neither of you seem to care. You’re way more interested in the mare herself.

She takes a swig of vodka, her eyes unfocused. “Your hooves are weird,” she slurs, her grin mimicking your own.

“Hands,” you correct, running one of them over her coat. You can’t quite get over how soft it is. Her mane is even softer. She leans into your touch as your hands continue to freely explore her body. A fuzzy purple ear flicks, tickling your chin. You boop her cute little pony snoot with an index finger, and her muzzle scrunches. It’s fucking adorable.

She captures the hand harbouring the offending digit between her forehooves. Her lips quickly envelop the finger, forming a tight seal just shy of the knuckle.

A warm pony tongue swirls around your flesh, whilst large, pretty pony eyes study your reaction. It’s obvious she’s trying to get a rise out of you. Even though it’s just a finger, the texture of her wet muscle sets your heart beating just a little bit faster.

Pulling back, Starlight grins, a lone strand of pony saliva bridging the gap between your finger and her lower lip. Her unspoken message is clear: just how far are you willing to take this?

You are not deterred, nor will you be defeated. You spy the long spiral magical appendage protruding from her mane, and an idea springs to mind. It might have even made you a little uncomfortable, if you weren't currently tanked on Prussian Standard.

Starlight is indeed a powerful unicorn, the teleportation alone gives it away. You’ve only met four other ponies capable of such a feat, and all of them are alicorn princesses. You decide to indulge in a little fantasy of yours that you’d previously been doing your best to completely ignore since arriving in Equestria. After all, it’s easier to ask for forgiveness, than permission, right?

Lick.

It’s a lot warmer than you had expected. It also tastes of candy, oddly enough. You can feel every groove of the spiral as they pass over you tongue.

Starlight freezes, her eyes wider than a set of frying pans. “Did… Did you just… lick my horn?”

Shit. You pause. “Um… I might have done, yeah?”

The unicorn remains silent for a few moments. You suppose right about now is a good time for that apology. “Okay, maybe that was a little weird. I’m sor-”

“Can you…” Starlight interrupted, gingerly biting her lower lip and peering up at you past her fringe, “will you do it again?”

You can’t quite believe your luck. Is she actually into this? You don’t need to be told twice.

A pleasant tingling sensation greets your tongue, accompanied by a faint gasp, and the sound of ethereal wind chimes. Her magical aura bathes your face, as the hooves holding your hand in place tremor, gripping you tightly. Her ear flicks once more, and you’re vaguely aware of your hand being slowly dragged down her barrel.

A small voice in the back of your mind tries to get your attention, but the raging steel rod in your pants promptly bitch slaps the candid conduit of supposed common sense back into insignificance. Yes, she’s an equine, but this fact happens to be of no concern to your penis, or the rest of you, really.

Your heart thunders in your chest, your fingertips gently grazing through the softest fur on their travels downward. Thinner and thinner the fur becomes, until the texture at your fingertips turns into something else entirely. There, you pause, not daring to go any further.

Starlight is breathing a little quicker now. She isn’t even looking at you anymore, but her forehooves still tightly grip your arm, urging your gentle touches lower. Her horn, still lit, hasn’t moved from it’s position at your mouth. You decide to take advantage.

Your lips envelop the tip, but you don’t stop there—no. You allow the magical appendage to slide over your tongue, slipping no less than four of her spiral-engraved inches into your mouth straight off the bat. Starlight rasps out a gasp, but thankfully keeps her head still. The magic radiating from her ember impregnates your flesh, and you revel in the consequent tingling sensation of the nerves in your jaw as your tongue wastes no time in thoroughly acquainting itself with her horn. You have no idea if this is even safe, considering how powerful Starlight is, but you decide to trust her.

Establishing a rhythmic pattern, your efforts to repetitively trace the spiral engraving elicit a slightly breathless moan from the unicorn, along with a not-so-subtle squeeze of your arm from her forelegs. Heeding her unspoken request, you muster up the courage to continue your previous exploration of her nethers.

Your fingers are quickly met with two soft, sparsely furred mounds. Your eyes widen, your resolve crumbling a bit. Having a mouthful of unicorn horn and simultaneously copping a feel of your first set of pony tits will do that to you.

Starlight closes her eyes, her muzzle scrunching up. A hind leg lifts, and a jolt of her hips gives you a modest palmful of pony breast. You feel the nipple poking into your skin, but what really grabs your attention is what’s nestled in the smattering of slick, coarse fur below.

Yep. That’s a pony cooch.

Your dick twitches, fighting against the confines of your pants as you steel yourself. Using your thumb and several of your fingers, you massage both of Starlight’s teats at the same time, gently kneading and squeezing the fleshy mounds. The mare shivers, the light ‘thwap’ of her tail twitching against the blanket is the only sound other than her laboured breathing and the tinkling horn glowing in your mouth.

It’s quite the challenge to hold yourself back from just diving into the hot, wet treasure trove below, but you just about manage it. You can feel the heat radiating from her. Already, the air has become laced with pony pheromones. One of her ears is flicking against your chest, the other waving sporadically in front of your eyes.

You take her horn deeper, the tip just grazing the back of your throat. Your fingers also become more adventurous, delving lower and lower, until your middle digit is partially enveloped between a warm, delectably slick set of pony labia.

Starlight lets out a low moan. “K-keep going,” she gasps. It’s subtle, but you sense the slight undulation of her hips.

Spurred on by her words, but more so that reaction, you slide your finger against her folds, feeling a slick, fleshy protrusion at their apex twitch every now and again under your touch.

Adding your ring finger to the equation, you team it up with your middle to capture the mare’s winking clitoris. Starlight, clearly impatient with your pacing, mashes a forehoof to the back of your hand. You chuckle at the cute display, but it comes out slightly muffled due to the horn occupying your throat. Pulling back, you begin to rapidly swirl your tongue around the tip.

Your middle finger takes the plunge, slipping effortlessly inside the unicorn, all the way to the knuckle. Starlight groans, her restless hips not so subtle anymore. Her horn pops from your mouth as she shuffles herself up your chest. Twisting her upper body, her forehooves find your shoulders, and she plants her muzzle on your lips.

Starlight throws all restraint out of the metaphorical window, practically thrusting her tongue down your throat from the get go. It makes sense, considering you have a finger buried inside her. You surrender fully to the mare, your eyelids drooping. Starlight’s saliva seems laced with a substance that makes your brain go all fuzzy. It takes you a few moments to figure out it’s probably the vodka. You allow her tongue unrestricted access, and it explores your mouth, gliding over your teeth in between playful little skirmishes with your own wet muscle.

Grabbing one of her hind legs with your free hand, you lift it ever so slightly, affording yourself better access to her mare bits. Your ring finger joins your middle, slipping between the lubricated lips of her pony cooch and sliding deep. You don’t know if the old trick will have the same effect on a mare, but you give the ‘come hither’ motion a go anyway.

“Hnnggaaah!” Starlight pants, breaking the kiss. Her breath shallows and her ears fly back on her head. “Woah! What’reyoudoing! Oh, m-my… This is so much better than hooves… or magic.”

Such a lewd little unicorn. You can only imagine the things this mare has gotten up to in her alone time. “Oh, do tell?” you prompt.

Starlight ignores you, instead countering with a very breathless, “what the hell are these things you’ve got inside me?”

“Fingers, Sweetheart. Do you like them?” you reply with a grin.

Starlight’s response is to bury her face into your chest and groan so loud, the sound rattles your ribcage. You can feel her inner muscles begin to grip your fingers so tightly, it’s very nearly painful. “Sweet Celestia! I…”

“So that’s a yes, then?” you chuckle.

Her hind leg kicks, almost breaking free of your grasp, but you just manage to hold it. Changing tactics, you apply firm upwards pressure to the inside of her cooch, and begin to piston your fingers rapidly within her. Your muscles are stinging like all hell from the workout, but you’re curious as to what will happen if you actually manage to give her an orgasm.

“Gah! Gu… Jaa…Jaaack!” Starlight squeaks, her irises shrinking to the size of pinheads, the light of her horn growing steadily brighter. Your heart gives an almost painful throb as she calls your name. “G-Gonna… c… cum!”

Burying your fingers inside her to the knuckle, you feel it. The powerful spasms ripple through her inner walls, squeezing your embedded digits with a surprising amount of pressure. A thick, gooey liquid coats your palm, along with a fair amount of the mare’s fur as her whole body convulses.

“Gaaaah!” Starlight’s horn erupts, showering the wooden headboard and a large portion of the crystalline wall with a volley of teal sparks. You recoil in horror at first, but several of them land on your face, merely sending little tingles through your skin. Your dick throbs. Your mouth waters. Wonder what they taste like?

Slipping her horn into your mouth once more, your throat is assaulted by the torrent of sparks still streaming from her horn tip, but you persevere, pushing her horn to the back of your throat and swallowing. The pleasant tingling sensation flows through your ribcage and all the way down to your stomach, leaving you a little light-headed.

Starlight whimpers in weak protest at your renewed attentions to her horn, her hind legs and tail still thrashing in the throes of full bodied climax. After a good thirty seconds or so, her orgasm finally relents.

Pulling her horn from your mouth with a slight ‘pop,’ you conclude that unicorn horngasms taste simply divine.

“You… you swallowed… my sp… my sparks,” Starlight pants, lying limp against your chest, attempting in vain to catch her breath. You can feel her racing heartbeat through the fingers still buried in her twitching marehood. “You must really like me,” she giggles, gazing up at you, her grin partly hidden by her forehooves.

“Huh…” you mutter, wondering if you’d inadvertently crossed some taboo boundary. “Is… Is that not normal?”

Starlight runs her tongue over her teeth, her half-lidded gaze seductively sultry. “Most stallions won’t even touch a mare’s horn, let alone suck the magic out of it,” she replies, whispering the last five words as though afraid somepony might hear her discussing such a topic. “I can’t believe you actually did that.”

“Well, why wouldn’t I? You seemed to like it… Wait, you did like it, right?” you ask, doubt threatening to take hold.

Starlight raises an eyebrow. “Did I like it? Really?” She points a forehoof to her still faintly glowing horn. “Horn, sparks,” she deadpans, giving your fingers a squeeze with her marehood, “that mess down under my tail, and you still have to ask?”

“Just checking,” you mutter, but grin at her anyway. You pull your fingers from her dripping pony snatch, causing the mare to take in a sharp breath. Studying her reaction, you slowly bring the slickened digits to your mouth. The warm fluid coating them is clear, colourless, and thick. Starlight gasps again, her eyes widening in disbelief as you begin to clean her juices from your aching fingers with your tongue.

“You… You’re the filthiest stallion I’ve ever met!” Starlight breathes, her horn flaring up again and her ears lewdly flicking. Another ‘thwap’ sounds as her tail gives a massive twitch against the bed.

You barely hear her. The potent concoction of sweet mare ambrosia coating your lips and tongue promptly sends your brain into a state of chemically induced euphoria. “Oh, gawd,” you mumble around your fingers. Starlight tastes like pure bliss.

Before you’ve even finished licking your fingers clean, you become increasingly aware that you need more. A lot more.

Your gaze slowly drifts down to the matted fur between Starlight’s hind legs, and the mare’s eyes widen even further. “Why are you looking at me like tha-eep!”

With a careful roll, you pin Starlight to the mattress, shuffling down on your knees until your head ends up between her quivering hind legs. The mare’s back goes ramrod straight, and she peers down at you over her bunched up forehooves with a look of slight confusion, and perhaps a teeny glimmer of hopeful anticipation. “Wait—y-you’re not actually g-gonna… lick me… down there… are you?”

Again, you barely notice she even said a word. The heady scent of steaming hot pony pussy wafts up into your nostrils as you take a moment to simply admire Starlight’s beautiful marehood in all its anatomically correct glory. The coarse pubic fur surrounding her lips is a shade or two darker than the rest of her coat, perhaps more so considering it’s covered in that sweet nectar you so crave. Both of her lightly furred mounds, as well as her slightly protruding donut-shaped plot hole are also laced with plentiful lashings of mare juice.

Her clit chooses that moment to pop out and introduce itself, and you lick your lips, noting that it too is covered in the heavenly fluid. You can feel the wet spot in your shorts, courtesy of your aching cock.

Starlight fidgets on the bed, her tail twitching against your chest, and her ears flicking atop her head. Judging by the look on her face, she’s starting to think you’re bluffing.

You think it’s time to prove her wrong.

Pressing your mouth to her vulva, you thrust your tongue into her cooch as far as it will go. The lips part, gripping your muscle as Starlight emits a whinny of pleasure, followed by an overwhelmed nicker, and a whole other string of adorable sexually-satisfied-horse noises.

Her hind legs grip your head with considerable force as you proceed to suck the delicious fluids out of the mare, directly from the source. Your mouth is filled with the deposits of her last climax, and you hungrily lap the exquisite mare cum down, eager for more.

“Gu… gaaaaah!” Starlight squeals, her body writhing all over the bed. You clamp your hands over her abdomen, one of them quickly sliding down to play with her teats. Again and again you swallow, alternating between plunging your tongue deep inside her in an attempt to coax more of that addictive mare juice out, and lapping at her soaked pubes with such ferocity that you feel several of them become stuck in your teeth.

Her clit pops out, and you lock your lips around it, preventing its retraction. Rapidly swirling your tongue in small circles over the fleshy little nubbin sends Starlight positively catatonic. Teal sparks fly everywhere as her second climax explodes directly into your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as several thick, warm globules of delectable mare honey flow freely down your gullet, the intoxicating pony pheromones contained within sending you spiralling into a paroxysm of euphoria.

You just about manage to hold on to the mare long enough to suck the last few drops of satisfaction from her twitching marehood, your lips parting from hers with a lewd smacking sound, before you crumple, sliding off the end off the bed entirely and landing with your back pressed to the gleaming crystal floor.

You pant as though you’ve just run a marathon. The room is spinning, your heart is pounding, the dopamine clouding your brain threatening to completely overwhelm your senses. Starlight can be heard whimpering on the bed, a series of incoherent mumblings that make no sense whatsoever.

“Woah,” you gasp, your pupils the size of bowling balls. Who knew it was possible to get high off of unicorn mare jizz?

You feel like you’re floating above the ground… No, scratch that—you are floating above the ground.

In a matter of seconds, you find yourself pinned to the bed by unicorn magic. Starlight stands over you with a look of pure determination. She presses her horn tip to your chest, directly over your heart, her mane tickling your skin…

… and promptly sets you on fire.

“Fuck!” you yell, but you can’t move—she has you completely pinned to the bed with her magic.

Panic sets in as you feel the bright teal flames consume your clothes, spreading in a circle from where her horn is now digging into your exposed skin. It takes you a few moments of terrified struggling, and several more half-screamed curse words and pleas for the mare’s mercy, but you finally notice that… you aren’t actually feeling any pain.

Like, none at all.

Not only that, but your chest hair is still very much intact. If you were actually on fire, wouldn't it have burned away with your clothes?

The spell fades, leaving you stark naked beneath a grinning Starlight. She smirks at your stone-faced expression, barely containing a snort. “D’you really think I would set you on fire? Come on, Jack! I’m not that crazy,” she chuckles.

Something silky soft passes over your exposed cock, tickling your balls. You glance down to see her tail is resting on your groin. “Well I’m not exactly used to mag-HOLY SHIT!”

Starlight’s horn ignites, and an intense, unrelenting pleasure radiates through your dick. Your fingers dig into the blanket in shock, every muscle in your body tensing up at the same time. You make several sounds that invalidate your man card, but you’ve no room for shame. There is only pleasure. The teal aura manipulating your junk is way too clinically efficient for you to have any real chance of lasting a respectable amount of time, especially considering you’re all jacked up on her mind-bending cooch juice. Shit’s like crack cocaine.

The glimmering unicorn smiles triumphantly, stepping back a couple of paces and enveloping your glowing cock with her maw in one swift, fluid motion. No sooner than your tip slides into the back of her throat, you explode, painting her tonsils white. The teal aura shifts down to your balls as Starlight swallows with a series of cute little gulps, her tongue gently massaging your balls along with her OP stimulation magic, and her cute little muzzle pressing into your pubic bone.

Having taken the majority of your load directly into her throat, she pulls back, forcefully sucking the remaining globs of spunk into her maw and swirling her tongue around your tip, before mercifully releasing your spent member with a slight ‘pop.’

“Hmm… not bad,” she ponders aloud, opening her mouth to show your your cum rolling over her tongue. With one more gulp, it disappears down her throat to join the rest of your load.

“Holy fucking shit,” you gasp. This pony. This delicious, adorable, captivating, sexy little mare. “You’re really good at that.”

You can’t remember the last time someone sucked your cock like that. You don’t think anyone has sucked your cock quite like that, in fact. “C’mere,” you croak, your voice almost breaking. You just want to hold her.

Starlight happily crawls up your body, her tail grazing your softening dick. She nestles her muzzle into your neck, and the feeling of her slightly sweat slickened fur pressing into your bare skin is one of the most divine perceptions you’ve ever experienced. You wrap your arms around your mare, pressing your lips to her muzzle.

You can feel her smile. Her eyelids drop to half mast, and she leans into the kiss, parting her lips and meeting your tongue with her own. You praise whatever deity it was that sent Big Mac running toward you that morning. All you can think about is how thankful you are to have this mare in your arms, no matter how crazy she might be.

You don’t know how long you lie there, simply kissing and nuzzling with the unicorn. Your perception of time seems warped by bliss. You’d say it was quite a while, judging by the fading daylight coming from the window when you finally open your eyes again.

“So… are we gonna rut soon? I’m gettin’ kinda antsy,” she finally asks, magically igniting a candle by her bedside table.

Sure enough, you can feel a certain part of her anatomy winking against your abdomen. Your dick is already beginning to harden at the sensation. You smile, and that’s all the encouragement she needs.

Her horn flares, and you feel her magic enveloping your shaft again. Thankfully, it’s not the same overstimulating spell as before. Propping her hind quarters up, she shuffles back, and you feel a warm, wet pony cooch slide the length of your shaft. Her ears flick madly in anticipation, her breaths already coming out ragged. You think you spy a hint of worry in her eyes, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced with resolution. Her ears fold lower as she coos in pleasure, sliding her slickened labia over your glans, her horn already glowing of its own accord.

You take in a sharp breath, planting your palms firmly on her cutie marks to slow the heavenly lubricated friction between human and equine genitalia. Starlight presses her loins more firmly onto you in response, leaning down to graze her tongue over your neck. Your cock twitches at her wet touch, and you lift her hindquarters a shade, the thick, bulbous glans sliding into position at the bottom of her folds.

Starlight emits the tiniest gasp, waiting for your next move. When you stop to savour the moment for just a bit too long, she steals it away, slowly pressing her marehood onto your cock. Every muscle in your body freezes as the hot, slickened ring of pony flesh slowly dilates around your tip. The pressure builds, and builds, and builds some more, until Starlight emits an adorable muffled squeak into your neck, and the head of your spire is ingested into her incredibly tight, blisteringly hot unicorn pussy.

“Oh, my… It’s so b-big…” she gasps, her eyes watering. She buries her muzzle into your neck once more, her flicking ears tickling your skin.

With tepid movements, she eases herself down, the heavenly warmth and vice-like pressure encapsulating more and more of your shaft as she sinks lower. You breathe deeply in an attempt to curb your growing excitement, but all this achieves is your nose filling up with the intoxicating, pheromone-laced scent of her arousal.

Lower and lower her marehood slips, until at long last, her teats press firmly against your pubic bone. You both sigh in bliss, then immediately chuckle at the coincidence.

“I feel so full,” she squeaks, her eyes wider than dustbin lids and her ears completely flat to her mane. Her jaw clicks as she manipulates her inner muscles in an attempt to adjust to being impaled on your cock.

You gasp in pleasure, feeling Starlight’s marehood grasping your length, elongating further to accommodate you. She grins at your approval, pressing her muzzle to your mouth and slipping her tongue practically halfway down your throat.

Several minutes tick by, during which the both of you just enjoy the feeling of being connected in the most intimate way. It almost feels as though your heart beats sync up as you roll her saliva soaked tongue against your own, until she breaks the monotony by ever so gently beginning to screw you.

It’s official, you’re a horsefucker now.

The hot, lubricated pressure of her tight equine snatch sensuously gliding up and down your shaft sends wave after wave of undiluted pleasure through your loins. Starlight gazes deeply into your eyes as she fucks you, and you know in that moment you belong to her, just as much as she belongs to you.

Your fingers dig into her cutie marks as she begins to pick up the pace, gripping your shaft with more force and really beginning to slam that twitching marehood down onto your dick. Laboured breathing gradually morphs into the cutest little moans, her ears still overwhelmed, lying flat against her mane.

Pressing her forehooves into your chest, the unicorn pushes herself up, impaling herself deeper onto your spire. She can barely control her hind legs as she begins to ride you, the wonderous sensation of her teats bouncing on your pubic bone utterly surreal. You notice several arcs of magic fly from her horn at random intervals, each emitting a loud ‘pop.’ She really has no control over the magical appendage anymore, it seems.

You follow the example, pushing yourself up to a sitting position. A jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine as you wrap your arms around the panting mare and press her down onto your cock, embedding yourself so deeply that your tip kisses her cervix. Starlight whimpers weakly in response, gently pawing at your chest with her forehooves in between giving your neck little nuzzles with her maw.

You think it’s about time you took the initiative.

Placing a hand firmly on her rump, you roll, gently easing the mare onto her back, all the while keeping yourself buried inside her. Starlight looks up at you expectantly, her big blue orbs filled with lust. You don’t disappoint her.

Gripping the mare fiercely, you begin to pound away between her limply hanging hind legs, using long, powerful strokes to drive your full length deep into her hungry snatch. Starlight’s eyes roll back in her head, the utterly lewd, muffled slap of flesh on sodden pony fur echoing through the room. “Celestia’s flaming tits! Yes, Jack! Rut me!”

Again, your heart pounds even harder in your chest when you hear her moan your name in bliss. You proceed to slam into the mare with renewed fervour, wrapping an arm around her head and swallowing her magic-spitting horn in one lunge. You feel the tingles intensify, her magical ember spreading down your throat, into your chest and washing over your heart.

“JAAAACK!” Starlight squeaks. All four of her hooves clamp onto you with vice like intensity, effectively trapping your cock deep inside her. Her marehood begins rhythmically spasming around your shaft, almost the very same moment as her horn blows its magical load directly into your throat. The pleasant tingling is so intense, you gag like a whore, but Glimmy’s hooves keep you immobilised.

You grunt around her horn—her rippling pony pussy doing its very best to milk you like a common farm animal, the spasming walls contracting around your cock with ever increasing intensity. Her hind legs grip your hips even tighter. Your throat is still being flooded with the salacious expulsion of her magical ember. You swallow as much as you can, but some of the teal sparks burst out of your mouth and shower her mane. Starlight moans uncontrollably beneath you, her full-bodied convulsions and pleading whimpers for you to cum inside her finally pushing you over the edge.

You feel your balls tighten against her plot hole. With a particularly powerful squeeze of her snatch, the head of your cock erupts, firing the first thick, pearly white rope of your seed directly into her cervical canal.

“Gluumph!” you gargle, your own saliva coating the hot, magic-emblazoned horn in your mouth muffling your words. Not that it matters. Starlight understands you perfectly.

“Yes! G-Give me… cum… inside m-me!” she pants, barely coherent.

Pulse after pulse of your essence flows into her steamy nethers—two, three, four, five, six, seven spurts of sperm-laden semen, you count—each accompanied by its own overwhelming wave of pleasure. Starlight groans in ecstasy, feeling the gentle pressure in her loins rise as you pump her full of your seed.

With one last twitch of your cock, you carefully extract her spent horn from your throat. Pulling back, you grin at the thin strand of your own saliva connecting your lips to her tip. Unfortunately, your grin doesn’t last long.

Starlight’s eyes suddenly glow a blinding white. You squint in an attempt to shield your vision as her horn flares brighter than you’ve ever seen any pony’s glow before. “Da mihi tenerosque caballos!” she chants, her voice laced with an unmistakable undertone of raw magical ability. It simultaneously sends a shiver down your spine and makes every hair your body possesses stand on end.

As quickly as it began, however, it’s over. Starlight’s eyes glimmer up at your puzzled expression, a cute little grin on her muzzle.

“What was that?” you slowly ask. Did she just cast some sort of voodoo mating ritual incantation? Does she now own your soul? What the fuck is happening?

“What was what?” she counters, her cute little pony muzzle scrunching up in confusion.

Oh god. Is she gonna start playing jump rope with the Vicky Mendoza diagonal? “The creepy chanting? The glowing eyes? That weird spell you just cast?”

“Oh… Oh, that,” she chuckles nervously. “That was… uh… birth control!” she happily exclaims, giving your still-embedded shaft a lewd squeeze with her cooch for emphasis.

You frown. “Yeah—I’m pretty sure I can’t get you… pregnant,” you say. Your frown deepens. As soon as the last word leaves your mouth, the melancholy realisation hits.

You’re never going to have children.

It’s not something you’ve really thought about since coming to Equestria, but you’re thinking about it now. Your line will end with you.

Starlight seems to sense your thoughts. Smart mare, she is. “You don’t know that for sure,” she whispers, giving you the sweetest smile, before drawing you in for a chaste kiss.