The worst part of going to bed in a happy place is knowing that, at some point, morning will come and try to ruin everything. Sunlight streamed in through the windows and shone on me, Cadance, and Fluttershy in a tangle of limbs and wings. During the night, a hand had found its way down the front of my boxers, and I knew for a fact that it wasn't mine. My right hand was firmly folded into Fluttershy's fluffy funbags, and my left was busy playing with her soft pink hair as she snuggled up against my chest. Cadance cuddled me from behind with one wing draped over both me and Fluttershy. From the feel of it, either one of them could have been the pants-plundering perpetrator. Morning would not ruin this moment without a fight.

"Hmmmmmmn," Cadance groaned behind me. "Morning already?"

"I know," I echoed her sentiment. "I don't want to get up."

Cadance chuckled and started tickling my side. When I flinched, she giggled even more. "Ticklish, are we? How long did you plan on keeping that a secret? You're not going anywhere."

In one quick move, Pink Princess rolled me flat on my back and straddled me on her knees, settling herself down over my boxer shorts tent. Fluttershy somehow got out of the way in time, and I could see her looking on in amusement as her pink counterpart tickled me relentlessly, only stopping to let me catch my breath. Once she was satisfied, she let herself fall on top of me and kissed me on the forehead.

"Umm," Fluttershy interjected, getting Cadance's attention. She crawled up to the Princess and whispered something in her ear. I couldn't make out what she said, but if Cadance's expression was anything to go by, they were plotting to make a morning man out of me.

"There's an idea," Cadance said to the room at large with her familiar grin of naughtiness. "Hey, Bill, if you don't want to get up, you can just stay nice and comfy right here. You can be the poor, helpless little alien, and Fluttershy and I can nurse you back to health and make you feel all better."

It was a good morning.

Cadance and I got back to the library sometime in the early afternoon. I let Cadance do most of the talking, but when Twilight asked me if I was hungry, my stomach took the opportunity to remind me that as delicious and soul-nourishing as breakfast and lunch had been, I had yet to eat any actual food. Requesting a sandwich from a woman just doesn't feel the same when she's a Princess with a live-in assistant who enjoys cooking.

While I ate in the living room, Cadance sat in a lounge chair across from me, and Twilight took Spike off on some errands. Pink Princess was busy writing something in her notebook and looking at some weird device I hadn't seen before. I couldn't help but notice it was pointed at me.

"What's that?" I asked conversationally.

"This?" Cadance held up the device in question. "It's a thaumometer. It's what Twilight uses to keep track of how much magic you still have in you. She tells me it's more accurate when the subject is asleep, but I don't think that applies in your case. Your baseline should be so close to zero that we can ignore it."

"So what are you doing now?"

Rather than answer right away, Cadance got up and came over to join me on my couch to show me what she was writing. "I'm calculating how well Fluttershy and I did last night and this morning. See? This is what you had the night before last after you got back from Pinkie's, and this is what it was after you fell asleep last night."

I noted the two figures and the significant drop from one day to the next. "Wait, you measured me last night? I never noticed you carrying this."

"That's because you weren't paying attention, silly. You and Fluttershy were in your own little world when I got back. I borrowed it from Twilight yesterday to get a reading after we had our fun last night. Now I'm getting a new reading for today so I can find the difference."

"I thought Twilight was the scientist here," I teased.

Cadance poked my forehead. "Now you listen here, just because my flank says I'm good with matters of the heart doesn't mean I don't have other skills. I also play five musical instruments, and my husband and I would have won the pegasus javelin competition at the last Equestria Games if it were an actual event, and we were eligible to compete."

I conceded the point. When she finished her math, she showed the table of all my other encounters with the latest ones added. The previous night's session had beaten Fleur's average decisively. The morning sessions averaged out at around the same level as the first.

"I guess that throws out the multiple sex act theory," I said.

"Hypothesis," Cadance corrected, "But you got the right idea. Doing it more than once doesn't appear to accomplish anything beyond what the first time did."

We bounced ideas back and forth for a little while longer, eventually concluding that while more sex was good, good sex was better. Twilight would be so very happy to know Cadance and I had figured out the secret before she did. Teamwork can be so helpful sometimes, not that I was the type to gloat about such things.

Over the next couple days, I finally finished exploring the town. Coincidentally, my explorations ended at the front gate of Applejack's farm, and the woman herself just so happened to spot me as she was on her way home from doing whatever it was she was doing that morning. Naturally, she invited me over for lunch.

Meeting Applejack's family was certainly an experience. I recognized her brother from my earlier bar crawls, but I hadn't known about his relation at the time. Despite being a brick shithouse, he was generally friendly and quiet, a good drinking buddy in my eyes. The younger sister, Applebloom, was absent, as school had started back up after their holiday break.

That just left Granny Smith. Finally, I could say with absolute certainty that there existed a pony woman that I had no sexual desire for. She was the one known counterexample to prove that not all of them had been molded into boner fuel for my escape efforts. What she did have, though, was an absolutely filthy mind. No sooner had Big Macintosh stepped out to run some errands than old Granny had launched into full-scale teasing about letting me and Applejack have some "private time" together, even going as far as to offer a few suggestions about position, technique, and locations on the farm to do it. I wasn't opposed to the idea, but the source kinda killed the mood. Applejack was even more put off than I was, although she had turned a rather stunning shade of red-orange.

"Oh, you young'uns oughta have yer fun while ya can," she laughed. "Don't be such prudes about it. You'll live longer."

Aside from Applejack's lively relatives, I'd noticed subtle changes in how the local ladies reacted when I passed by on my wanderings about the town. When I first arrived, they ranged from wary to disinterested with only a few notable exceptions. Now, though, they seemed to have taken an interest. Whenever someone noticed me coming, she'd turn to her friends, and they would whisper things among themselves until I got close enough to possibly hear them. At that point, they'd look up and stare at me, wide-eyed. While I wouldn't call myself an expert on body language, they didn't seem to be afraid, which I guess was a good thing. That didn't make the staring any less awkward for me, though.

It didn't take long for me to learn why all the women in town seemed so out-of-sorts whenever I passed. I was nursing my third drink at my usual watering hole when a rather cute pair of pegasus sisters finally worked up the courage to ask a question that was burning on everyone's minds.

"Is it true that you can really satisfy five mares at the same time?" asked the one who introduced herself as Flitter.

I dismissed the claim as nothing more than a silly rumor. Although, on further consideration, I had a cock, a tongue, and two hands. Together, we reasoned that it wasn't entirely out of the question that, with sufficient concentration and practice, I might be able to manage four. Without the benefit of interesting (and likely impossible) gymnastics or more dextrous toes, however, that would be my upper limit.

They still invited me over to their place for dinner and other activities. I had ample time to practice my concentration.

Within a couple days, the rumor had morphed from five mares at the same time to twenty in one night. This theory was advanced by two ponies named Lily and Daisy. They claimed that they were asking on behalf of their sister, Roseluck, who was kinda-sorta curious about the alien in town but was too shy to talk directly. I agreed to meet her but made no other promises. I couldn't take twenty women in one night, but with a late enough bedtime, I could easily do three.

As the days turned into weeks, the rumors persisted no matter how many women I disappointed, each one more insane than the last. It got to the point where I had to tell the local school teacher that even if my penis could support the weight, my spine wouldn't bend far enough backwards for me to balance on it and spin around like a pinwheel with her pussy holding me in place. She might have just been messing with me though.

I eventually confronted my primary suspect, but Cadance denied all involvement, saying she preferred that I stick with a small number of partners and work on quality rather than settle for quantity. I would have liked that better as well, but by then, I was beating them off with both hands, and they were returning the favor, with interest.

I did have one respite from the advances of amorous aliens. The girls running the town spa left some coupons with Twilight for me to use whenever I liked. Of course, they were aware of the things being said about me, but they'd been around long enough to take the rumor mill with a great big bucket of salt. I made it a part of my weekly routine, and they were polite and professional every time.

Before too long, the pattern finally broke. It was early in the fourth week, and I'd just gotten back from my spa trip. Cadance had gone with me because she had nothing else to do that day, so it was a surprise for both of us when Twilight greeted our return with a letter from Celestia and Luna. They wanted me to return to Canterlot to discuss what would happen when the time came to send me back home, and they were sending a train to Ponyville to pick us up the next day. I'd made plenty of progress on my end, so I was looking forward to finally going home. No amount of sex could cure the homesickness.

I spent the next day saying my farewells to Spike, Pinkie, Fluttershy, and a few other acquaintances I'd met during my time in Ponyville. I couldn't find Rainbow Dash, but Pinkie promised to pass along my sentiments. Spike was staying to watch the library, but Twilight's other friends would join us in Canterlot when it came time to send me back to Earth. I was surprised to find out that Rarity and Applejack would be coming with us. The mayor had found out about my home and asked them to petition the Princesses on behalf of Ponyville's commercial interests in case of potential trade relations. I thought they were being a bit optimistic, but I understood the nuances of international trade about as well as I understood quantum physics.

Applejack and Rarity met us at the train station. Applejack had already gotten her stuff on board and had claimed her spot in the first royal carriage, which looked identical to the ones we'd traveled to Ponyville in. Rarity had enlisted the help of our guard detachment in loading an absurd amount of luggage into the second, which turned out to have only one bed. It was a big bed, of course, but there was only one, and it was the centerpiece of the whole car. One of the guards remarked that this was Celestia's own private carriage. Looking at the plush but sparsely decorated interior, it did kind of remind me of her bedroom at the palace. It was meant to be cozy and comfortable rather than rich and opulent. In the back was Rarity's giant pile of luggage, but I figured that she was just using the extra space for storage. My own paltry belongings barely filled one of Twilight's old suitcases that she'd loaned me. I set it down next to an end table.

The train got rolling as the five of us shared some light snacks in the first carriage. The official paperwork said the girls would share that one, and I would sleep alone in the other, and I soon excused myself to settle in for the trip with a pre-dinner nap.

My nap didn't last as long as I thought it would. Not even an hour had passed when Rarity called me back for dinner. I grumbled at the earlier than expected interruption but made myself presentable in any case. At least the smoked fish was good.

"Hey Bill," Rarity stopped me as I went back to my car. "Do you mind if I come with you and get a few things from my luggage? I've been working on a new clothes line, and I'd like to know your thoughts on them."

"Okay," I agreed skeptically. "But I don't know how much help I'll be. I don't exactly keep up with the latest trends in fashion."

"You leave that part to me, dear. I just want to know if I can sell my wares in your world, and if your people can wear them in public. I believe you mentioned a few basic rules about what to cover up?"

I vaguely remembered something like that coming up way back when she took me to Fleur's to get my clothes made. "Lead the way then," I said, holding the door open.

"No peeking!" Rarity warned as she rummaged through her pile of bags. The way she bent over gave a nice emphasis to her hips and ass.

"You've been naked this whole time," I pointed out. "Why get so uptight about it now?"

"That isn't the point," she tutted. "Watching a girl get dressed is a privilege reserved for only a select few. Don't think I've forgotten about the first time you visited my boutique."

I sat down on the bed and faced the door, realizing I was hopelessly out of my depth. "But I only visited the one time."

"Exactly!" Rarity snapped. "I was ready and willing to go as far as you wanted, but you never came back. If you want to look at me again the way you did before, you have to earn it."

'Okay, so maybe I did kinda sorta fuck that up completely.'

"Lucky for you," Rarity whispered in my ear from behind, placing her hands on my shoulders, "I'm a generous mare, and I'm willing to give you a second chance. Think of this little favor as your punishment. Then we can pick up where we left off."

Once again, without any apparent effort, she had me wrapped around her finger. I waited patiently as she continued rummaging through her bags, occasionally placing something on the bed behind me.

"Just getting everything out now to save time later," she happily chirped. My impatience must have been showing, but she paid me no mind. I hoped that whatever she showed me, I could find something nice to say even if it couldn't be worn in public.

Finally, the sound of rummaging stopped for good, but Rarity wasn't done torturing me yet. She made an audible show out of deciding which outfit to try on first. I suppressed the urge to protest, as that would likely encourage her to stall even more. Still, the mental picture of her gorgeous naked form and the knowledge that she was just a few feet behind me looking like that did me absolutely no favors as I inspected the intricate and surprisingly interesting patterns on the floor for lack of anything else to look at.

I honestly had no idea what to expect from a pony fashion designer trying to work to human standards. All I'd really told her was the general areas that had to be covered up if she wanted to avoid public indecency charges. Beyond that, she was on her own.

"Alright, you can look now," Rarity announced as she came around the bed. To my surprise, the ankle-length dress she wore would pass muster in a church. It was a bit frilly for my liking, but I didn't think that little detail was worth mentioning. I knew as much about women's fashion as I did about brain surgery.

Rarity continued showing off her work, and the skirts got shorter, and the necklines dropped lower with each iteration. She did have a bit of a stumble one time that gave me a clear view under what was basically a miniskirt by that point. While she hadn't yet caught on to the idea of underwear, she had at least added a sort of built-in version that kept her covered even while bent over.

"Last one," she sang, stepping in front of me. I couldn't tell if she was messing with me or if she was serious. The skirt, if it could be called one, barely went past her crotch, which I noticed she hadn't bothered to cover up this time. It was like she had taken a pair of daisy dukes and cut out the part in the middle to make a skirt out of it. Then, she'd gone a step further, cutting out the sides to expose her hips and leaving just the waist band and some string at the bottom to hold the front and back together. Up in boobland, she'd put together what might have passed as a lacy bikini top if her nips hadn't been peeking out halfway.

"There's no way you could go out like that," I said flatly, while trying and probably failing to hide my interest. "The morality police would throw a fit."

"Good thing I didn't make this one for sale then," Rarity retorted. "I made this one for myself." The look in her eyes told me everything else. She knew what she was doing, and she wanted me to want her. She smiled seductively as she slowly made her way over swaying her hips in just the right way that she'd flash her fun hole with each step. Taking a seat in my lap and wrapping her legs around my waist, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "And since you're the only one here who appreciates this sort of thing, I thought I'd share it with you. Do you like it?"

I held on to her waist and pulled her in as close as I could. "Of course I like it," I said as we faced each other, her forehead leaning against mine, the same position we were in when Twilight walked in on us before. I wouldn't let the opportunity slip by again. I took the kiss I should have taken in her boutique all those weeks ago. Then, I took another for good measure.

Rarity wasn't about to let me make all the moves. Without breaking our liplock, she began undoing the buttons on my shirt, slowly working her way down to expose my chest. I lifted my arms to let her pull the whole thing off and toss it aside.

I tried to reach around and unsnap her top, but she slapped my wrist away. "Ah, ah, aaahhh," she chided, "It's my turn to see what you have for me." Hopping off my lap, she soon had my pants undone and pulled them off along with my boxers. "Much better," she said with approval before taking back her position in my lap. I could feel she was already wet as she ground herself against my exposed rod.

Applejack chose that exact moment to crash our little liaison. "Hey you two. I just wanted to tell ya there's cookies and drinks in... in... Aw, shucks."

For several seconds, we all froze in place, looking awkwardly at each other. Applejack just stood there dumbly looking at me and Rarity, and her mouth opened and shut trying to form words that wouldn't come out. Rarity stared at me wide-eyed, apparently waiting for my reaction. I probably looked something like a deer in the headlights, but there was no mirror nearby for me to check.

"I'm not stopping," I announced, grabbing Rarity by the ass and pulling her in as close as I could. I would not let this opportunity slip by again.

Rarity eventually came to her senses as well, smiling mischievously and pushing me to lay flat on my back. She loomed over me from her position over my cock as she slowly took off her top, finally freeing her fantastic funbags from their frilly confinement. I gratefully took one in my mouth as she leaned forward on top of me.

"Can I watch?" Applejack interrupted. Her face had gotten notably redder since her entrance.

"I don't mind," Rarity answered, barely holding back a laugh as she smirked. "How about you, Bill?"

"No objections here," I said. "But I do encourage audience participation as well."

"Oh, no you don't," Rarity said as she turned my head and looked me in the eye. "You can play with her later. Right now, you are mine."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied quickly before once again filling my mouth with unicorn boob. Not to leave her other one hanging, I reached up to massage the unattended orb. With my other hand, I probed around her hips to see if I could find the tickle spot near her markings. During my time in Ponyville, I'd learned that all the alien women had a tickle spot somewhere around there.

Rarity had other plans for my hands. She wanted a butt massage and directed my hands accordingly. I took care of the rest. What kind of person would I be to deny a butt massage to someone like her?

Of course, the white unicorn lady didn't let me have it all my way. She gave my hands a moving target as she continued spreading her pussy juice all over my stomach. Her silky soft tail brushed up against my dick and kept the privates standing at full attention.

From her chair off to the side, Applejack let out a soft moan as she worked herself up. For a brief moment, I had completely forgotten she was even there. She had two fingers knuckle-deep inside herself going to town while she stroked and squeezed her supple sweater stuffers and made faces at the ceiling.

Rarity brought me out of distraction by grabbing my chin and turning me to face her again. "Don't mind her," she scolded, wagging a finger in my face. "She can take care of herself. You belong to me right now, and while you belong to me, you will look only at me."

"Yes, ma'am," I said again, pretending to be intimidated.

"Good," she said, leaning in close. "Now give me a kiss."

I happily obliged.

After breaking the kiss, Rarity moved up to sit on my face. "Now, kiss me again," she commanded.

I happily obliged again. As expected, she was delicious. Maybe it was a magic spell or something, but alien pussy always seemed to taste better when unicorns or Princesses were involved. I licked every corner I could reach inside her warm, wet folds until she lost her balance and doubled over on top of my head, breathing heavily like she'd just sprinted a mile.

Slowly, she made her way back down until her face was even with mine again. She paused for a moment to give me a look of satisfaction before assaulting my mouth with her own.

"I taste divine. Do I not?" she remarked when she came up for air.

I only had time to smile and nod in approval before she put her tongue back in my mouth to savor the remains of her own flavor.

Finally, Rarity decided she'd had her fill of my tongue and turned her attention to my nethers. She turned around and lapped up the slow dribble of anticipation leaking out of my erect member, kissing the head once she finished cleaning it.

"You're quite a good taste yourself," she commented. "Now just relax and let me show you how happy you made me feel."

In short order, Rarity had my knob polished almost to a shine. She alternated between planting small kisses along my length and wrapping the entire head with her tongue, licking just as thoroughly as I'd licked her. She then took my throbbing rod into her mouth and sucked like no one else I'd been with.

I was just about to blow it into her throat when she let me go and gave me another devious smile. She was toying with me, and she wanted me to know it. She didn't leave me waiting too long, though. Climbing back on top of me, she guided my cock inside her and assumed the reverse-cowgirl position. I matched her rhythm easily as she bounced up and down, and I could feel her insides all but demanding my release. I tried to hold it just a few seconds longer, but I succumbed soon enough, blasting my seed into her depths to our mutual pleasure.

Once finished, the white unicorn climed off the bed and bent over to lap up the last bits of cum dribbling down the side of my dick. After cleaning it thoroughly, she smiled and gave the tip a parting kiss.

I let Rarity use my shower to clean herself up first while I just lay on the bed to let the post-coital high wear off. Applejack was busy tasting the fruit of her efforts, but when she caught me watching her, she blew me a kiss and gave a look that said she had every intention to take her turn. It was still a long trip to Canterlot, and there would be plenty of time even after a full night's sleep.

I took the last shower, and by the time I was done, it was clear that I wouldn't be sleeping alone. Both Applejack and Rarity had fallen asleep with a gap between them just big enough for me to slide in. I had to be careful of Rarity's horn as I climbed into bed, but she cuddled up against my back once I'd made myself comfortable. Applejack snuggled up from my front and locked me in place.

By the time the morning sunlight made its way through the windows, Rarity had already gotten up and left. Applejack was still asleep, so I watched the countryside rolling past the window as I gave my bedmate a belly rub. From the noises she was making, she seemed to enjoy the sensation, and I gradually moved my ministrations to less platonic areas.

"Don't stop," she murmured as my fingers probed between her legs for the treasure that lay in store.

It didn't take long for me to get a good coating of Applejack flavor all over my fingers, but when I pulled my hand back to have a taste, the orange woman snatched my hand away and licked it clean herself. I tried a couple more times only to be thwarted again and again.

"If ya wanna taste, you're gonna have to earn it," she said, rolling over to look at me with a smug grin on her face.

I rolled over and pinned her on her back. If she wouldn't let me have it, I would take it directly from the source. Using my arms to trap her legs in place, I stuck my tongue into her pussy and lapped up everything I could until I was satisfied. Then I flipped her over on her stomach and boned her doggy style.

Afterward, we cleaned ourselves up again and joined the others in the first car for breakfast. Cadance and Twilight said nothing about Rarity and I missing out on snacks the previous evening, nor did they comment on Applejack's extended absence. The pink Princess did give me a discreet smile and a wink when none of the others were looking, however.

The rest of the train ride was fairly uneventful. We were already ascending Canterlot Mountain as we picked at the last few crumbs of breakfast. The view from the window of the surrounding plain as it fell away was nothing short of spectacular in the morning light.

It was still early enough when we arrived that the Canterlot train station hadn't gotten very crowded yet. Our biggest delay was Rarity directing the army of station attendants in the unloading of all her luggage. She seemed to have enough of it to fill her entire house. At least it wasn't my problem. The poor guards who drew the short straws though...

No sooner had we stepped off the platform than another guard approached. This one looked different from the ones I'd seen before. His wings were more bat-like as opposed to the bird-like ones other pegasi sported, and there was something weird about his eyes too.

"Princess Twilight Sparkle," he addressed the purple one. "Princess Luna has sent me to escort your charge directly to the royal apartments. She wishes to have a private audience immediately."