It was the morning after the successful sabotage of the convoy wagon. The attack left the Everfree Outpost in a frenzy throughout and after the whole event, word of diamond dogs doing the whole thing spread like wildfire inside the camp. The only guard that could support the claim was a mare who was sent to briefly check on the wagon. Unknowingly, she just happened to stumble upon the diamond dogs, and before she could sum things up, a sudden blow to the back of her head rendered her unconscious. Many of the seasoned guards believed she was imagining things and blamed amnesia, others believed her and spread her encounter quickly.

Saying that Captain Shining Armor was upset was an understatement. The unicorn stallion practically radiated anger as he shuffled through paperwork that he held in his magic. He had yet to send word to the princesses and dreaded having to do so; the wagon was supposed to leave this morning. The delay would surely upset not only the princesses, but many of the guards too.

A slew of profanity erupted from him when he learned that his guards and him were still being sent eastward. Without the supplies of the convoy, things will be difficult for the guards in the upcoming days. The substitute for the destroyed wagon wouldn’t arrive until wednesday morning; three days till then.

Shining Armor levitated a inked quill next to a parchment that laid in front of him. He tried to pursue the right choice of words for the report he worked on, messaging the princesses of bad news was something the stallion's hated to do. When he put the writing utensil to the parchment, he would suddenly be at lost of words and forced to start over again until something manageable formed.

The flaps of the tents were set aside as a guarded poked her helmed head through. “Captain Shining Armor, Isaiah requests to see you.”

He sighed. The opportunity of being momentarily distracted from his work felt acceptable to him. “Let him in and tell him he has five minutes, that’s all I can spare at the moment.”

The guard nodded her head and brought it back behind the flaps. Right as she did, Isaiah passed through the tent’s entrance.

When the man set his eyes onto the stallion at the opposite side of the tent, he could tell that Shining Armor was distraught. The stallion’s mane frayed out, his eyes were agitated and half open, and his movements jittery; a large, empty coffee mug was tipped over on the wooden table.

“Having fun?” Isaiah asked.

Shining Armor gave him a brief glare. “What do you think?”

Isaiah shook his head as he grunted in slight amusement; the man seated himself onto a pillow next to the table. “So, mind telling me what the hell happened? The camp is filled with much more activity and there’s a large pile of charred wood out back. Was that the wagon heading east?”

“Something did happen last night and quite frankly, I’m upset about it.” The stallion began, unaware of the human’s affiliation with the sabotage. “The convoy that bared the supplies for the guards heading east to deal with the changelings was destroyed last night. Right now it’s believed that a small pack of diamond dogs are the assailants, but we only have one claim to support their enrollment.”

“Mind telling me the claim?” The man questioned.

The stallion turned around with some scrolls in his magic as he spoke and worked. “A guard was attacked when she was sent to check on the supplies. When she was next to the wagon, she was a knocked unconscious via a blow to the back of her head. After she was saved from the growing flames of the wagon, the guard started mumbling about diamond dogs as she came in and out of unconsciousness. When we began questioning her for the investigation, she stayed with her claim of diamond dogs behind the attack.”

“Are y’all taking her word for it? You gotta remember Shining, she took a blow to the head that was strong enough to knock her out, something like that would mess around with the brain.” Isaiah voiced.

“That’s what many of us think.” Shining Armor agreed. “Stuff like that tends to create funny stuff. When she found out we were sceptical of her, she got all defensive about her encounter. There’s not enough evidence to support her.”

“Hair, tracks, anything that could relate to an attacker or attackers?”

Shining shook his head. “None at all at the moment. For now, all we can do now is wait and see if anything else happens to show up.” He groaned aloud. “Some say diamond dogs, some say changelings, and an odd percentage say ghosts and the illhoofnatie are at hoof.”

Isaiah rose an eyebrow at the last two assumptions.

“Either way, what happened, happened and theres nothing we can do but accept it.” Shining Armor finished his small little rant.

“What are y’all going to do now? The wagon and it’s supplies are destroyed, there’s really no point to go, is there?” The man questioned the unicorn held his head in his hooves.

“We’re still going. Just because some of the stuff was sabotaged doesn’t mean that we’re restrained from continuing on and helping our fellow guards to the east. Yeah, the job will be immensely more difficult due to the lack of supplies but we still have a job to complete.”

Isaiah silently cursed, his attempts weren’t as prefered as he liked them to be.

“The assigned guards and I will be leaving in thirty minutes, maybe even earlier if I finish the report I’m working on in a couple of minutes. If you have any ears that need to be turned in, Sergeant Small Cloud will be the pony to turn them into. And if she’s not here, just inform a guard and they shall message her.” The captain informed.

“Okay then. Before I leave you to your work, what the fuck was that coin toss? You cheated you asshole and left me!”

Now it was Shining Armor’s turn to silently curse, he couldn’t leave now, not with the report needing to be finished and sent; he couldn’t escape for his leave with the convoy in half an hour.

“Uhh…”

The man folded his arms. “Come on, answer me.”

“What, you can’t handle my wife for a couple of days? Can the big strong tough guy not deal with my princess?” The stallion tried to tease.

“Really?!” Isaiah roared. “Man, you don’t know the freaky bed shit I’ve been through over the years. You don’t even have half a single clue!”

“If you been through ‘freaky bed shit’, then how come you don’t want to entertain my wife when I’m away? It sounds like you can’t satisfy a mare by the sound of it!”

The man threw his arms up into the air. “Bullshit! That’s alot coming from you considering your species normally blows their load faster than a teenager experiencing his first sexual encounter!” Isaiah swiftly countered. “It’s like a fifteen second mad dash to the finish line for y’all!”

Shining Armor had to restrain himself for lashing back, he kept silent.

“It’s all random thrusting until y’all cum within seconds or the mare gets bored and leaves, it’s like that isn’t it?” He added to his insult towards the stallions of the pony race.

The stallion chuckled, he found the last insult rather funny. Anyway, he just smiled at the human’s attempts of retreating from what couldn’t be avoided. “There’s nothing you can do Isaiah but accept your fate; there’s the easy way, and there’s the hard way, take your pick. All you can do is take it like a stallion and let it happen.”

Isaiah rolled his eyes. “Geeze, when you say it like that, it sounds like I’m gonna be killed or raped…”

“Possibly both!” The captain laughed, making the man glare at him. He quickly stopped his chuckling and looked up to Isaiah with seriousness in his eyes. “Actually Isaiah, you need to be pretty careful out there when you’re all alone. A mare in estrus can change her into something fierce when she’s not in company of a partner; heck, even if they do have a partner, it won't keep them from jumping on ya.”

“Yeah right.” The man skeptically said. He got up from his pillow and made his way towards the flaps of the tent. “The only thing so far I’ve gotten is suggestive looks from the mares, and it’s probably going to stay that way.”

“That’s just the beginning. Next, they’ll start making advancements on you while you’re going about your business. And after that, they’re going to start hunting you down till you give them what you want. Then finally, they’re gonna try to keep you for themselves; I’ve heard of mares bartering partners for others to spice things up a bit. And seeing how different you are, you’re going to be passed around quite frequently...” Shining Armor pointed out for Isaiah.

The man shook his head in disagreement. “Hmhm, sure. Like any mare would want this,” He said as he gestured to his body. “I believe I’m a little too different for any mare.”

“You’d be surprised by the amount of mares who don’t care, some even dig the exotic thing you’re sporting!” The captain of the guard yelled as the man stormed out of the tent. The only occupant of the tent settled the parchment in his magic down and glanced at the floor. “Poor fool…” He whispered.

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Isaiah’s lightly growled. He had yet to find any food for both him and the changeling queen. Even though he knew Queen Chrysalis would be sustained for one or two more day, he still felt like he needed to provide. But with the lack of money, gathering food became much more difficult. As he passed some of the many stalls selling food, his stomach increased its volume; he practically stared at the food, deciphering whether to elaborately steal or not.

One particular stall had mangoes presented for customer inspection, the man just happened to grow a desire for the orangey-green fruit. He blamed Luna for making it so much more alluring than it normally was.

The man’s mind began to drift away to the memory of him and Luna feeding each other the fruit. He took note to try that again with the princess of the night whenever the chance presented itself.

From across Isaiah, the mare in charge of the mango stand noticed the face he was making. Unaware of the thoughts floating in his head, the mare whose colors matched the fruit she sold, believed the man was looking at her with his happy smile.

“Yoo-hoo~!” The mango seller chimed to Isaiah, snapping him out of his daydreaming and into confusion. At first, he looked around like the mare did when she noticed him smiling at her, “Yes you silly, come here; I have a special little deal, just for you!”

He realized she was really talking to him and made his way towards the stall’s owner. As the man got closer and closer, she decided to throw in the charm and reel him in.

“Hey big guy, remember me? I was the pony who sold you those mangoes awhile back!” She said with a high, happy, cheery voice.

Isaiah gave her a grin as he gestured towards her even though he completely forgoten about her. “Ohhhh yeahhh, I remember you. You did sell me those mangoes, they were pretty good by the way.”

She beamed him a bright smile. “Thank you very much… oh I’m sorry, I never got your name.”

“I’m Isaiah, and yours?”

“Mango Grove, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Isaiah!” She praised with a twinkle in her light green eyes.

The man nodded in agreement. “Likewise. So Mango Grove, care to tell me about your special deal?”

She tried to not show it, but a hint of red grew on her cheeks as her orange-red tail swished back and forth, spreading her scent of arousal into the air. A handsome face, alluring body, friendly smile and eyes with a smooth masculine voice; what else could she ask for in a partner?

Mango Grove opened up her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Instantly, the flush on her face grew bright red; she wasn’t the kind of mare to flirt.

“Are you alright?” The man of her choice questioned.

“Uh… y-yeah!” She recoiled a bit at her voice cracked recovery but kept on going with her plan. “I would like to know if you are interested in spending some time with each other. Would you like to come home with me after I’m done for today? Usually my estrus cycle isn’t as bad, but when I laid my eyes on you… well, I don’t think I need to say much more. ”

Isaiah didn’t expect that from the mare. He masked his uneasiness like he always did when he’s thrown into odd situations. “As much as you’re a cute little mare, I have to decline your offer. Such a sweet girl like you shouldn’t be asking strangers for that sort of thing, you know?” He tried to kindly decline while completing her.

“A-Are you sure? Maybe I can--”

“I said no Mango Grove. Begging and trying to compromise won’t change my mind, I’m sorry.”

The mare gave him a pitiful look. “Pleasssse, my toys can only do so much. I need somepony inside me and fill me with their seed until I’m full and satisfied!”

Isaiah slowly backed away from the mare whose begging caught the attention of multiple mares close by. Before the man could turn around and leave, she turned her flank to him and raised her tail and presented herself.

He raised his hand to block the view of her privates. “What hell is wrong with you, you’re in public goddamn it!”

Like many mares in heat, she didn’t care. “Come one Isaiah, I promise that we’ll have lots of fun; just me, you, my friends, also my whole family, it’ll be great!”

“What the fuck?!” Isaiah yelled as he started to pick up his speed away from her. “You need counselling!”

“No, I need a cock inside me!” She screamed, some of the mares in the crowd laughed in amusement. When Mango Grove turned around to run towards him, a few mares in the gathering crowd had the decency to hold her back as Isaiah retreated.

(A couple minutes later…)

Things escalated… quickly.

Isaiah walked with an open eye behind his back as he tried to find a source of a meal. Ever since the fiasco with the mango vender, eleven different mares made attempts on him in a span of twenty minutes. Every couple of steps, he would look over his shoulder to see if he was being followed; he caught some mares trailing him on several occasions.

One pegasus mare had the gall to tackle Isaiah to the ground for action behind some bushes. But a swift punch to the gut sent her clenching; he felt slightly bad for doing so but he had little to no choice.

The man regretted for dismissing Shining Armor’s words of wisdom, if only he had listened.

“I wonder if they sell custom chastity belts?” Isaiah thought to himself.

Suddenly a chorus of girly screams filled the air, the man didn’t even bother to turn around to look at the source, he bolted like a spooked deer towards a cluster of buildings. He could feel the ground rumble thanks to the small stampede that followed behind him at every turn. Their shrieks and yells pierced his ears like nails on chalkboard.

He would’ve just let them take him if they were human, something straight out of any man’s fantasy. But no, they were ponies.

While the ponies were able to slowly close in on the human with their speed, they were no match for his agility and endurance. If Isaiah ever found an obstacle in front of him like a fence or a cart, all he had to do was climb or vault over it while the mares had to find another way and divert their attention.

But the most problematic of the species were the pegasi; he couldn’t run away from them due to their aerial advantage. Unicorns would be a neucessince to him, occasionally one would try to trip him by throwing something at his feet as he ran. The earth ponies weren’t as bad as the others, but their higher strength and endurance made them slightly stand out from the crowd.

Even if the ponies had a wide variety of characteristics, Isaiah managed to stay one step ahead of them. He noticed that the mares lacked the common sense to split apart into multiple groups, doing so would make running away much more challenging.

Every so often, he would momentarily lose them and fade away into the alleyways, and only to be rediscovered when the crow decided to spread out individually. Each time we could find peace, the man would take a breather and slouch against a wall or fence.

Isaiah hated to admit it, but he was getting tired of running. His legs burned slightly, his lungs ached, his shoulders began to act up, and his muscles tensed.

But as always, he was found by a lone mare who would then call to her friends to add to the chase. So far, twelve mares thought of the great idea to torment the man and all of them decided that it was best to work with one another and share him. Thankfully for Isaiah, the rest of the mares of Ponyville weren’t as excited about him as the others were for him; instead of helping the human they just watched in amusement.

The man groaned as he began to run away by knocking down a trashcan to prevent any fast advancements. When he turned around, he was greeted by the sight of the rest of the mares smiling at him with their psychotic grins.

“Fuck!” He loudly whispered to himself.

Isaiah took his chances as sprinted towards the lone mare; plowing through her as he bolted out of the alleyway as fast as he could. He didn’t feel remorse for the mare he just ran into, she should’ve expected it.

With their prize once again found, the mares increased their efforts with much more vigour. He focused solely on outmaneuvering them with his greater agility and stamina.

Second after second, minute after minute felt too slow and tiring for him as he bobbed and weaved his way around town for safety. The twelve mares behind him in his wake fared better than the human, their lust overclocked their bodies and gave them the ability to carry on.

When Isaiah turned a corner and considered breaking and entering into a building to hide away from the mares chasing him. Right as he raised his elbow up to strike, the owners of the building popped out of the front door.

“Come, come in monsieur! You’ll be safe wiz us!” Ushered the mare in a dialect that Isaiah recognized as french. The man was about to dismiss her beckoning but he could hear the mares coming closer. “Hurry, zey’re sure to come any second!”

Isaiah sighed. “It’ll be easier to deal with one mare instead of a dozen…”

The man wobbled his way towards her and stumbled his way into the building’s foyer. When he fully entered the mare quickly closed the door. He let himself collapse to his hands and knees to momentary rest.

“Are you alright monsieur? You seem to be exhausted!” She reached her hoof out to help Isaiah get back onto his feet.

He looked up to the mare who offered him safety from the deadly dozen outside. She was an earth pony with a slim body that reminded him of Rarity’s. Her coat was baby-blue and could be considered prim and pristine by a model. Her mane and tail was bright pink and equally pristine like her coat. She looked at him with her bright blue eyes that reflected the light coming from the window to her right, and she had a light shade of blue eyeshadow and black mascara. One her rump, she had what appeared to be a pink lotus flower. She also had two pieces of white wraps, one on her head and one around her neck.

Isaiah was about to reach out his hand to grip her hoof, but he quickly shot it back to his side. “Wait, ain’t you crazy like the other mares out there?”

The mare let out a whimsical giggle as she covered her lips with her hoof. “Oh my goodness no! My sister and I have yet to be in heat, our time usually comes later than normal.”

“Sister?” He asked.

And as if on cue, another mare popped out from behind a door. Her looks were almost exactly the same as her assumed sister. The only difference was her hair and cutie mark; her coat was pink and her tail was blue, and instead of a pink lotus flower, her’s was light-blue.

“Is everyzing alright? I heard somezing going on in--” She stopped in mid-sentence when she laid eyes on him. She then turned her head to her sister and then back to Isaiah, and repeated. “Who is he?”

“I don’t know, we have yet to make any introductions.” Her counterpart replied.

The man shot back up onto his feet. “Uhh, sorry about all the commotion going outside even if it’s not exactly my fault. I’m Isaiah and y’all two are?”

Both of the mares stood together as if they were about to give an extravagant announcement.

“She’s Lotus!” The mare with the pink coat chimed while pointing to the other.

“She’s Aloe!” The other with the light-blue coat beamed as she gestured towards the first.

They both wrapped their hooves over their shoulders and cheered. “And we are the Blossom sisters, the best spa ponies in Ponyville!” They simultaneously cheered their introduction with the french accents.

Isaiah flashed them a friendly smile. “Well it’s really nice to meet you two. Thanks for saving my skin out there Lotus, I would’ve gotten pretty messed up if it wasn’t for you.”

“Don’t zink about it dear, zat would’ve been terrible if zey got to you!” Lotus said with a concerned expression. She noticed the he was slightly panting. “Aloe, may you be a sweetie and take our friend here to the waiting room to rest while I get a glass of water for him; he looks parched!”

He couldn’t deny her offer, the man was pretty thirsty.

Lotus watched as her sister directed the human towards the waiting room for a better resting place. When they left the foyer, Lotus turned around and locked the door with the numerous locks that ran up and down; to keep ponies out and to keep someone in.

“Got’cha…” She devilishly whispered.

While her sister busied herself getting the man some water to quench his thirst, Aloe recommended Isaiah to take a seat on a sofa to rest.

“A spa huh? That’s kinda interesting since ponies don’t have fingers.” Isaiah said as he wiggled his fingers for the pink mare.

She stared at his fingers. “Oh my gosh, the zings he could do to me with zose!”

The man began to inspect the waiting room of the spa, taking note of the resemblance of some of the buildings in Canterlot. He could tell that the sisters must be amazing at their job of they managed to make a living off giving massages.

“You and your sister have quite the place, it reminded me of Canterlot.” Isaiah voiced his thought.

She nodded her head. “Yup! You see, my sister and I originated from Canterlot; the Chevalinish Quarter to be exact. We believed that our skills as masseuses would zrive out here, and we were right! Lotus and I have been busy ever since we moved here four years ago.”

Isaiah noticed how chevalin sounded particularly frenchy. “Chevalinish, what does that mean?”

“Chevalinish is the original name for the language zat is now commonly known as prench. As equiz is to Equestria, prench is to Prance; otherwise know as chevalinish is to Chevalin.” Aloe tried to explain as best she could.

Before the human could ask any more questions, Aloe’s sister called from the back. “Aloe, can you please help me wiz somezing?”

“If you’d please excuse me…” The pink sister apologized.

When Aloe exited the waiting room and far enough, her sister turned the corner with a glass of water balanced on her back.

“Sont tous des portes et des fenêtres vaincue?” Aloe asked in prench.

“Yes, all of the windows and doors are locked.” Lotus assured her sister. “Come on, lets go and claim our new friend all for ourselves, zis stupid heat is killing me!”

Her sister turned her head at her. “Did you lie to him about our heat like we planned?”

Lotus nodded her head while giving her sister a mischievous grin. Both of them let out a hushed squeal.

Aloe and Lotus reentered the waiting room where Isaiah rested himself on a sofa. The sisters gave the man their friendly smiles as he leaned forward to grab the glass of water on Lotus’s back.

“Thanks for the water, I really need it.” He thanked as he brought the cup to drink.

Right as the edge touched his lips, Aloe ‘accidentally’ bumped him, making some of the water in the glass splash on him and dribble onto and down his shirt.

Aloe immediately let out a overexaggerated gasp. “My deepest apologies monsieur Isaiah!”

Isaiah looked down at his now wet shirt. “It’s alright, accidents happen--”

“Here,” Lotus lunged forward and gripped his shirt in her mouth, her words came out slightly muffled as she spoke. “give me your shirt sho I can put it in the drier.”

“Nah, it’s alright..” The man insisted. “Just pass me a towel or something, I’ll dry myself off.”

Aloe reached out a hoof and touched his chest, and briefly imagined it without the cloth in the the way. “I’m sorry Isaiah I mustn’t allow you to do zat, after all, it is my fault zat you’re all wet.”

“No.” He repeated more sternly than the last.

Both of the sisters began to worry.

“If you do, we’ll give you a free massage. Taking off your shirt would be the first step you know~?” Aloe chimed while batting her eyelashes.

“You know what? Fuck it!” Isaiah aggravatedly voiced. The sister’s plan kicked into step two when he tossed the shirt to Lotus, who eagerly accepted it.

The sisters mentally cheered as Isaiah chugged down the water, unaware of their plans.

Aloe jittered in place every time she would glance at his wet chest. “So exotic!” She thought.

“So…y’all sisters?” Isaiah asked, catching the pink mare off guard.

“Yes, Lotus and I are sisters; twins matter of fact.” She replied to his question.

The human’s eyes slightly grew. “Twins huh? That’s pretty neat, back home I have twin little sisters.”

“That’s nice. It’s nice to have somepony who’s so close to you who will always be by your side no matter what happens.” She said before asking. “What can you tell be about ‘back home’, where is it?”

His heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t thought about back home, and for good reasons, it would be disheartening to think about it often. “It nothing notable to talk about…”

The mare nudged his legs, “If you would Isaiah, follow me so I may lead you to a private room for a massage.”

“Sorry Aloe but I’m going to have to pass on that. As much as a massage sounds really good right now, now’s not the time.” He rejected, Isaiah’s suspicions began to rise.

“Oh zat’s just a bunch of phooey, it’s always a great time for a massage! Come, I’ll shall show you ze way to our most luxurious room!” She offered again with more enthusiasm.

He crossed his arms to show the mare that he was becoming aggravated. But the man’s non-verbal communication flew right over Aloe’s head; she didn’t recognize human physical meanings.

“Even if I wanted to, I don’t have the money to pay for it, I’m broke at the moment.”

“I believe zat you don’t have to worry about money as payment~” She purred to Isaiah, accidentally jeopardizing her and her sister’s plan.

Alarms in Isaiah’s head went off.

Right as he was about to excuse I’m self and get the fuck out’a Dodge, Lotus returned with a towel for him.

“Ahh, wonderful sister,” Lotus began. “did you ask him if he wanted a massage?”

Aloe nodded her head. “Oh I did. But poor Isaiah is being so stubborn, what ever shall we do?”

“I’m right here you know?” Isaiah said in annoyance but his words were ignored as the sisters continued.

“Did you ask our friend about our special treatment, I can’t zink of a single reason for him to decline zat!”

The pink other put a hoof to her mouth. “Oh my, I haven’t! How could I have forgotten about zat?!”

“Can I go now?” He asked.

Both of the sisters looked at him; both of them giving him bedroom eyes.

“We can’t allow you to leave just yet Isaiah. Aloe and I have our desires zat need to be quelled only by such an individual such as yourself. We need some company to occupy us in the more private matter for ze next couple of days until or heat has past. It’s probably best if you comply wizout conflict.” Lotus explained.

Aloe strutted up to Isaiah and rubbed her flank onto him. “Trust us Isaiah, we can make your fantasies come true. We know all ze right moves in all ze right places, doesn't zat sound intriguing to you, no? Lotus and I will make a promise to you zat we’ll be screaming each ozer’s names zrout ze whole zing~”

The man raised his hands in a rejecting manor. “I ain’t fucking anyone. Can I please leave? I just want a normal day… oh wait, the chances of it have already been blown out of the fucking water.”

“Is zat a no?” Lotus asked.

Isaiah nodded his head.

“Are you sure?” Aloe questioned.

Again, Isaiah nodded his head.

Right as the man stood up to leave, Aloe called out to her sister. “Lotus, ze rope!”

In a flash, Lotus uncovered a coil of rope with the towel that she hid it under. Aloe, who was quick on her hooves, picked up the towel with her mouth and flung it at Isaiah’s face. The large, fluffy piece of cloth collided into his face, momentarily distracting him from the twins.

Aloe and Lotus quickly dashed to Isaiah and began to wrap the rope around his body, constricting him like a python would do to it’s prey. Instead of panicking, the man had to refrain himself from laughing at the mare’s attempts; in reality, he thought of the whole ordeal rather funny.

“I would’ve never thought that you two would be into bondage.” He chuckled until he felt something hot and moist touch his fingers. "Oh shit that's not a mouth!"

The sisters had failed to wrap his legs, allowing him to back away from who ever he was touching. The man shook off the towel from his face, getting a view of the sisters giving him predatory looks with a mix of lust. Aloe’s and Lotus’s knots were far from perfect, all Isaiah had to do was shake around in place and the ropes began to slack; allowing him more freedom for his hands as they lightly hugged his body.

“FILL US WITH YOUR SEED!!!” They both yelled as they lunged at Isaiah.

He quickly pivoted on his feet and dodged the sisters attack. The man rushed himself towards the building’s main entrance, which was something far from causal as Aloe and Lotus latched themselves onto him. Isaiah could feel their special kind of ‘juices’ dampen his pants as they grinded their privates onto his legs.

“Oh god, they’re like dogs humping my legs…” He thought to himself as he reached a restrained hand out for the doorknob.

When Isaiah twisted the knob, the door failed to open; multiple locks lined the door’s edge. The sisters gasped in both pleasure and in surprise as Isaiah jumped up to gain a better height advantage on the locks, every time he did, he would successfully undo a knob of a lock.

“Come on… one more! *clink* Yes!” He mentally cheered as the last lock gave way.

The Blossom sisters wailed and begged for him to stop and take them to their room. The ropes coiled around his arms made it a challenge for him to open the door.

“No! No! No! No! No!” Aloe and Lotus loudly repeated as Isaiah stepped out of the spa. He tried shaking his legs so the mares would let go, but his attempts were to no avail; they held on tight, even moaning in pleasure at the sudden movements. “K-Kee-ee-eep o-onnnn doo-oing zzzz-zaaattt! They yelled.

He instantly stopped much to their displeasure.

“Come on please let go, others are watching us!” Isaiah loudly whispered to them as ponies started to stop and watch.

“No! We’re not letting go!” Lotus yelled.

Aloe hugged his leg tighter. “We’re not letting go until you take us to our room and rut us!”

If there wasn’t ponies watching, they’re certainly now. Isaiah cursed for being so careless when the sisters were making their moves on him; he should’ve reacted sooner and maturely.

The man had to get out of the public and he had to do it fast. As he shuffled his legs with their newly added weight, some mares began to trail him. If we went back to the spa, it would’ve gotten the sister's hopes up and he didn’t want that. No alleyways were in sight, even if he did find one, Aloe and Lotus would still be with him.

“Shit, shit ,shit, shit, shit…. wait a second,” Isaiah paused when he recognized a large tree off in the distance. “that’s Twilight’s place. Of fuck I hope she’s home and not crazy!”

“Hey,” Lotus whined. “We’re not crazy!”

“We’re horny!” Aloe finished for her sister.

He sighed as he continued to haul the sister’s bodies. “At a time like this, I don’t see a goddamn difference!”

Isaiah spent the next ten minutes carrying the twin sisters as the clung onto his legs while the rope tied around his torso prevented him from prying them off. He could hear the laughter of the ponies around him, some even cheering for Aloe and Lotus and yelled words of encouragement to them.

“Y’all are rooting for the wrong side!” He burst out to the ponies around him. They would then boo at him for ‘not giving them what they want and need’.

His body ached. All he wanted to do is go home, relax, and possibly snuggle with Celestia and Luna. But no, he gotten himself into the mess he was currently in.

Finally after carrying the twin sisters while being mocked by some of the female population of Ponyville, Isaiah found himself at Twilight’s door step.

Instead of taking the polite measures of knocking on someone’s front door, Isaiah repeatedly slammed his body against it. The ropes the sisters wrapped around him still tightly held his arms against his abdomen, he couldn’t kick the door for obvious reasons without hurting the mares.

“Come on Twilight, you gotta be in there! Help!” The man hollered.

After throwing his body at the door like the infected would do on Earth, Twilight Sparkle finally opened the door. Soon as the door creaked open, Isaiah flung himself in and startled the tree’s owner half to death. He struggled to keep his balance when the spa ponies rocked their bodies back and forth to tip him over after he launched himself inside.

“Isaiah what’s going on?!” Twilight bellowed loudly.

Before he could speak, Lotus yelled. “Stay back Twilight Sparkle, he’s ours!”

“And we won’t let go until her takes us back home and satisfies us until our cycle is over!” Aloe added for her sister.

Princess Celestia’s prized student gawked at Isaiah’s state. She could see the human was growing more and more tired as he moved, Isaiah lacked the piece of clothing that he called a shirt, and his pants were dampened by an unknown substance. While everything else was strange, the twin sisters who worked at the Ponyville spa stood out the most.

“You really need to explain this to me Isaiah…”

“They won’t let go of me! After they gave me a place to momentarily hide from some mares, they lock me in, tied me up, tried to seduce me and keep me in their spa until their heat passes away. They told me they weren’t in heat for christ’s sake and I trusted them!” The man tried to explain while resting his head on a wall. He flicked his blue eyes over to Twilight to see her covering her smile with a lavender hoof. “What’s so funny?!”

“Didn’t you know Isaiah? Coming to Ponyville as a stallion isn’t particularly safe if you’re new around here; it’s an open invitation to be claimed by anypony who can get their hooves onto you.” She stuck out the hoof that was covering her smile and pointed towards the twins. “And it appears that Aloe and Lotus has claimed you as theirs.”

“HA, you see?! Even she agrees with us!” The sisters exclaimed together.

The man glared at the lone unicorn of the group. “You ain’t helping Twilight, I don’t want this at all.”

She turned her head with a frown. “Why not? Many of the few stallions here enjoy this kind of interaction with the opposite gender… are you even interested in mares at all?”

Isaiah had to resist from shouting the harsh words from the ‘colorful’ part of the dictionary at Twilight. “I’m not gay if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Then why won’t you let Aloe and Lotus… entertain you? If I do recall,” She began to blush. “they’re some of the most desired mares in Ponyville; very few ponies have gotten to know them in you know what way.”

“It’s true, we zink very highly of ourselves.” Aloe assured her statement.

Lotus brought her muzzle away from Isaiah’s crotch. “We are very picky when it comes to partners; Aloe and I usually entertain each other when we’re in need so inviting somepony else to join us is slightly alien.

Isaiah hit his head on the wall willingly. “More incest. What is wrong with these ponies; except Celestia and Luna… it’s adorable and hot when they do it.”

Twilight could see redness of Isaiah’s skin underneath the ropes. She engulfed the ties in her magic and undid them for the human’s sake. Both of the twins gave her confused looks when the ropes fell to the ground.

“Thank you Twilight. Now all that’s left,” He started shaking the mares again, earning coos of pleasure from them. Isaiah groaned at them and stopped. “are these two.”

“Isaiah,” Twilight began. “why did you come to Ponyville in the first place, didn’t you receive some kind of warning before you came?”

The man scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “I did, but I ignored Shining Armor’s warnings.”

Her jaw dropped. “What? Why?!”

“Well… I thought that the mares would ignore me considering I’m not one of their species. Sure, I might of gotten some looks that suggested stuff but I didn’t take them seriously. And next thing I know, shit hits the fan and I’m running from some mares with exotic tastes.” He answered.

“Is that all? There must be a reason why you came.” Twilight added to her questions.

“I came because I was hungry. Hell, I still am actually. But even if I did find something to eat, I wouldn’t be able to pay for it. Another reason why I came here is to see if I could teach myself the written language here.”

Isaiah saw how Twilight’s ears flicked towards him when he said ‘teach’ and ‘written language’. The man knew that the unicorn had a knack for learning, teaching, and studying judging by how she lives in a library and is Celestia’s prized student. He decided to take advantage.

“Maybe if you would be so inclined to help me learn equish? I would like that you know…”

Instantly, Twilight’s eyes grew along with her grin as her jaw once again dropped. “I would love to Isaiah!”

“Before we can go off and study, you gotta help me with these two.” Isaiah advised while pointing at Aloe and Lotus, still tightly clinging onto his legs.

Without a single word, Twilight lifted up a book in her magic and levitated it towards the sisters. Unexpectedly, she started to swing the book back and forth; startling the mares as if she was waving a giant flyswatter in front of their faces.

“Shoo, Shoo, Shoo get out of here!” The unicorn warned loudly.

When Aloe stuck her tongue at her, Twilight bonked her upside the head with the oversized book. The pink twin let go of the man’s leg; Lotus was the next one to release from Isaiah. The librarian chased the sisters out of her library as they squealed away and back to their spa.

Twilight’s thirst for teaching was real and would not be prevented. Isaiah couldn’t make heads or tails of what just happened.

With a calm smile, she levitated the large book back to it’s place on the shelf and trotted to Isaiah’s side. She then nudged him towards a section of the library with lowered shelves; most likely the kiddie section of the library.

Isaiah’s savior began to levitate some of the childrens books in her magic and stack them onto a center table in the library’s foyer. The man walked over to them and picked one up and inspected it.

When he opened it, he was greeted with the colorful pages of what he assumed was a equish alphabet book. Each time he would flip a page, a new symbol presented itself. The books reminded him of his early childhood.

He glance over to see what Twilight was doing. The man watched as her tail swayed back and forth while she gathered to paper from a rack; reminding him of the cause of all his troubles.

“Hey Twilight I’m sorry for asking but… are you in heat?” Isaiah asked politely as he could.

She began to blush. “Technically I still am in heat, but I’m in the later stages of it. So there’s no need to worry about me trying to claim you as mine…”

The mare watched Isaiah’s chest flatten as he sighed; the small layer of sweat he accumulated of his muscles glistened in the light. Twilight immediately turned around to focus on the supplies she was gathering for him. She let out a weak gasp when she felt her vulva wink, pushing aside her lower lips.

“Oh no…” She quietly whispered to herself.

She took a deep breath to calm down and focus at the task at hoof. With some paper and pencils, she turned around and tried to give Isaiah an unbothered smile.

“R-Ready?” She asked while stuttering a bit. The man nodded his head, unaware of what Twilight was now having to deal with. “Mind grabbing those books for us?”

Isaiah picked up the foal books followed her up the stairs that lead to Twilight’s personal area of the library.

(Twelve minutes later…)

Twilight couldn’t take it anymore. She struggled to focus on the lesson she was giving to Isaiah who casually laid on the wooden floor in front of her chalkboard. Next to him in a stack, half a dozen foal books with informational guidance to help him learn the equish written language. With little progress that was made (thanks to her fault), Twilight could tell that Isaiah was a fast learner. When she first praised him, the man stated that he was multilingual; saying that he knew a language that was called Spanish on his planet. She wanted to him to speak it but doing so would derail the lesson.

When the unicorn pressed the white chalk stick, it snapped when her vulva once again winked. She craned her neck to see if her tail was blocking his view; it thankfully was. The broken chalk stick was then levitated into the boards holder at the bottom.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Isaiah, I’m extremely proud of you for wanting to pursue the knowledge of the equish written language. But I’m afraid that I’m not fit enough as a teacher at the moment.” She started to explain.

“Am I doing something wrong?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “No, not at all. You’re doing quite well actually, however I believe I’m holding you back from reaching anything further than we already are.”

Twilight could feel a warm wetness trail down her thigh; she needed him out, now.

“I think that Miss Cheerilee would be a better at the moment considering that she’s an actual teacher. She teaches the fillies and colts at Ponyville Elementary, which is just down the road from here. Seeing as how you need to just get the basics, Cheerilee will be perfectly fine for you and I’m sure that’s shes willing to help no matter what.” Twilight explained.

“Alrighty then.” Isaiah said as he raised to his feet. “Do you want me to go now?”

“Yes!” She answered a little too loud and enthusiastic. “Uhh… I mean yes. Take those foal books with you, read them after your lesson with Miss Cheerilee as practice.” The unicorn advised while floating the books into a bag and then floating the filled bag to Isaiah.

Twilight quickly ushered Isaiah to the library’s front door. Before the man could voice his thankfulness, she prodded him in the back with her horn until her was outside. Right as he turned around to say bye, the mare slammed the door shut and locked the door.

At the speed that would’ve made Rainbow Dash green with envy, Twilight rushed up her stairs and into her bedroom. She flopped herself onto her star and moon blanket that covered her bed and twisted on the fine cloth.

She sparked her horn with her magic and ducked under her bed and fished out a box labeled ‘PERSONAL, DO NOT OPEN!’ on it. The mare grinned madly as she unlocked it and opened the box, revealing all of her ‘toys’.

“Strange how a single male could start something so… thrilling!”

Author's Notes:

Chapters after this will start becoming less frequent :(

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