Anthon snored away as he remained sleeping supine on the hard, rough, scratchy floor of his home's catwalk. He was completely oblivious to his surroundings, and had slept well past 4PM; his wake-up time. His alarm beeped urgently in his room for several minutes before giving up and turning itself off. He was also unaware when familiar giggling along with a couple of other unfamiliar voices sounded just below.

“Are you certain this is wa-ha-ha~! Wh-what just? What are these?” Rarity asked as she passed through the front door into the house. She instantly changed into a naked woman with breasts slightly smaller than Pinkie's, but her hips were wider. The key difference was her horn sprouting from her forehead, still white against her pale skin. She was cupping her new assets and Pinkie quickly and seamlessly leaped in.

“Don't! Those are human teats!” Pinkie warned, getting Rarity to stop groping herself in embarrassment.

“I don't get it.” Rainbow intoned, drawing the two to look to their athletic friend walking into the living room with them, who was cupping her much smaller breasts, still big, but nowhere near them. “Why up here? Wouldn't it be better to have them down there where they aren't in the way?” Dash gestured to her underbelly, which was smooth and toned like the rest of her tanned self. Her thighs were slim but tight with muscle, and her butt was petite and rock hard. Her cyan wings were huge and angelic, draping around her like she was an angel.

“Well, Ah happen to enjoy this.” They looked to the arrived AJ, who was hefting her impressive FF-cups with a proud smirk, a couple sizes bigger than Pinkie's E's. Her tan was much darker than Dash's, and her body much, much heavier in muscle tone. Her thighs especially were thick, so thick they touched yet barely yielded. They were Chun-Li thighs, no doubt. Her butt was also bigger than Rarity's with hips to match, also rock hard as she slapped it in approval. “These humans have good taste in my opinion.”

“Oh, oh dear, oh my.” They then finally focused on Fluttershy, who was flapping her wings to stay standing. She dwarfed them all, her breasts easily JJ cups with wide motherly hips and soft rear to match. “I can't stand up straight. Can I please go back into the library?”

“Of course darling! You shouldn't do something if it makes you uncomfortable.” Rarity went to her friend and helped her remain upright as she led her back through the door, changing seamlessly and painlessly back into ponies. It was at this point they finally heard Anthon's snoring from upstairs. “My, for a gentlecolt he is certainly a rude sleeper.”

“You snort rather loudly in your sleep Rares, so you can't say that.” Dash shot through the door with a smirk, getting an irate blush out of the fashionista.

“Well Ah'll go get him up.” AJ went to the stairs and carefully considered how to move up them. She wasn't used to being bipedal, but she'd practiced walking on her hind legs plenty to be able to do more advanced acrobatics in her rodeo performances. Good hoofwork was the foundation of everything. So she climbed up the stairs just fine, but almost ripped the hand rail off the wall when she tugged on it. “Oo...uh...sorry 'bout that.” She decided to apologize about it later and went up to the landing. She paused at the window of the landing, the sight of a filthy, junk-filled side yard and the wall of the adjacent house that marked the property line got her attention. “Land sakes...how can somepony live in such tight spaces?”

“I don't know AJ, this house is pretty big.” Dash called out as she was hovering in the air with her wings in the center of the house, which was basically a giant vaulted ceiling from first floor to second floor above the living room.

“No, Ah mean look outside! His neighbor's house literally marks the edge of his property!” AJ pointed out the window, and Dash hovered over the catwalk and the snoring Anthon to land next to AJ and look out the window.

“Holy crap! Look at all the junk in his yard! Doesn't he throw anything away?” Dash asked as she eyed the rusted-out porch swing, stack of old chairs, the removed truck bed from an old CMG, and huge pile of firewood.

“Yummy!” Pinkie's voice called out from the kitchen, getting their attention, but they couldn't see her through several walls. “These muffins are delicious! But why aren't they in paper cups and shaped like mini bread loaves?”

“Muffins?” Dash asked as she carefully jumped straight down the flight of stairs and landed with impossible grace, before walking towards the source of Pinkie's voice, AJ rolling her eyes before finally setting sight on the half-lard half-lump of snoring man on the catwalk just above the second flight of steps.

“Whoa...he's a downright tubby one here ain't he?” AJ commented to herself as she crawled up the last bit of stairs since he was sleeping right at the top of them, and she poked his belly with an index finger, grinning in amusement at how far it could sink in, only getting a snort out of Anthon in response. “Hm...soft.” She decided to get a handful of belly and giggled at how squishy he was, while Anthon growled in his sleep. “How does such a big fella get all muscled passing over? Alright, up ya git.” AJ grabbed his shoulder, and froze. She squeezed the firm, broad, rock-hard shoulders and blushed in surprise. “Oh...that's why.”

She carefully felt up the muscle under his layer of fat, getting an appreciative groan out of him as she rolled him over and traced his back and shoulder muscles in surprise. From his upper chest, over his shoulders and down to his lower back his muscles were incredibly well defined. They were also full of knots, strains, and were tense as imaginable, getting a frown out of the athletic woman. “How do ya go about all willy nilly like this? If Ah was this knotted up Ah'd be payin' the spa a visit rather than deal with the unneeded pain.”

AJ decided to help him out, and used her strong new hands to start rubbing the knots out, getting Anthon to wake up with a grunt of pain. “Ow! Ugh, who-AH! Geez! You're really heavy hand-gah!”

“Just hold still and it'll be over with sooner.” AJ said as she worked a knot out of his left shoulder, the impromptu deep-tissue massage getting Anthon to groan in both pain and relief. “Ah know what Ah'm doin', don't worry. Ah help get knots outta mah brother every day.”

“A-ah~....” Anthon grunted out in response, letting the strong woman help him out. 'Damn, must've overslept and Pinkie brought them in to fetch me. Wasn't expecting to wake up to a massage, but ow, yeah, I need it.' Anthon's face flushed when AJ straddled his butt and sat so she could get more leverage on his muscles, and he hissed as she rolled a really big knot in his lower right shoulder blade. 'Holy hell! She's really good. Also, how is it that they can't see the sexual connotations of these sorts of situations? Are ponies just more socially accepting of nudity and whatnot? Well...I guess fur would help.'

“Goodness colt, ya got more knots in ya than a hammock. How do ya let yourself get this bad?” AJ started going lower as she finally got his shoulders, and he yelped as she pressed on a vertebrae on his mid-back. “Oh? Ah'll get that.” She crossed her palms and Anthon was about to object, but she quickly jerked her whole body into the thrust, and popped his spine back into place, getting a shout of pain out of the man. “Oh hush, that had to have hurt more bein' out than in.”

“I was used to it...mph.” She started again on his muscles, but when she reached his lower back and slid down to start on his butt, he decided that was enough. “Nope! No! Done! Not hap-ah!” She grabbed his embarrassingly fat butt through his pants, and began kneading her fingers deeply into the muscle of his buttocks, working out tension he never knew he had. “Whoa~! Why is that so painful!?”

“Because ya never got this done before, Ah can tell. You're just a wreck Anthon, how do ya function?” AJ asked, baffled that anyone of any kind of living person could be in such bad shape. He had to have been in constant pain, that wasn't healthy.

“I just, ugh, ignore it. I have a high pain threshold.” 'Geez, now she's doing my thighs, ow!' His thighs were in piercing pain as she worked his hamstrings, she didn't do much with his calves, the rock-hard muscles only needing a quick rub. The real pain began when she started his feet. Each press elicited muffled cries of pain since she didn't really know what to do with them, but she was getting the idea. “You're pretty good AJ. Especially considering you only just became human a short bit ago, right?”

“Yeah, these fingers are nice, but I prefer my hooves. You'd be surprised how simple life is with just a single hard hoof. Ah could've done this faster with my hooves honestly, but that's the rub.” AJ joked with a pun, and then rolled him over, finally giving him a view of the bronze goddess working him over, and he choked as a blood vessel in his nose burst, forcing him to swallow the blood as she sat on his pelvis, still straddling him. “Now Ah'll do yer front. Ah'll have to ignore yer belly, but I can get the rest.”

“Do you NOT realize the sexual contexts of this position? Or what you're doing to me for that matter?” Anthon was completely red-faced, especially as he failed to withhold Randy Robinson, and AJ finally realized it when she felt him poking her groin through his pants, getting a sly grin and blush out of her.

“Well, thank ya kindly for the compliment, but this is just between friends. What, ya humans all so cut off from each other ya can't enjoy a little platonic skinship?” AJ asked cheekily, so ready to tease him.

“Yes. Humans are generally very self-conscious and keep to ourselves mostly. We aren't so social that we can just do things like this without things being sexual. I mean; you basically just performed one of the oldest pre-sex mating rituals we have with me....” At Anthon revealing this fact, AJ's blush exploded as her grin turned into a nervous frown.

“Oh! S-sorry Ah...d-d-didn't mean ta violate ya.” AJ quickly got off him and helped him up, practically heaving him off the floor with ease. “W-we're just friends, we just met, and Ah acted so improper. Can ya forgive me?” She stood even height with him, and he couldn't help but look into those gorgeous emerald eyes.

“Y-yeah...yeah it's fine. Forget about it AJ.” He then look down to her huge breasts, and sighed. “What is it with you ponies and not wearing clothes?”

“Why do we need clothes?” Dash asked as she hovered up from below, eating a mini-loaf of banana bread as she leaned on the banister, her D-cup boobs flowing over her arm, getting Anthon to groan as he rubbed his temples.

“Confound these ponies...they drive me to drink.” Anthon descended the stairs, followed by AJ to head into his kitchen to find.... “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN?!”

Pinkie was sitting on the bare concrete floor, since the new tile hadn't been laid yet, and the entire kitchen was covered in empty food jars, plates, bowls, boxes, pretty much everything in his main fridge was gone save the rotisserie chicken and roast beef. Pinkie was sitting squat on the floor, covered in various condiments, sugar, and seemed to have a glaze of syrup on her boobs. She was actually in the middle of licking her right nipple clean when she froze at his demand. “Uh....”

“....” Anthon turned around, went to his room, and slammed the door...that he didn't notice had been reattached. AJ and Pinkie looked at each other in confusion, and when Dash knocked on the door-. “GO AWAY! MASTURBATING!”

“Oh, sorry.” Dash responded, shrugging as she looked across the house at the confused and blushing earth ponies. “You two; stop being such teases. He needs to get the frustration out before he can do anything else with us. So let's give him some space and get out of his house.” Dash and AJ practically dragged Pinkie out, her begging to be aloud to finish ravishing Anthon's poor, former virgin kitchen. It would never be the same.

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After punching the monkey and calming down, Anthon took a quick shower before putting on a fresh pair of another set of army green cargo pants, pockets strategically filled as always. He decided to head into the library to avoid sexy nude women from being in his house. He was all too glad to be a minotaur again, the benefits far outweighed the cons in his opinion, not to mention everything felt easier, lighter as a monster of myth. “I'm coming down, sorry for earlier but AJ and Pinkie just overloaded me.” He called down before coming down the stairs, finding a modest party being hosted. There were familiar childish decorations everywhere, but there were only a few ponies besides the five he knew.

“Sorry for earlier Anthon! I'll replace your food later.” Pinkie said as she bounced up to him.

“It's fine.” 'Thank gosh; I can actually handle her more as a pony than as a stupidly sexy human woman. I think I'll try to keep relations with these ponies on THIS side of the Doorway.' “Just so long as you didn't eat any of the meat. No idea what that might do to you.”

Pinkie paled a bit, and looked a little green. “Uh-oh...that would explain all the tummy turning.... I'll be right back!” Pinkie dashed up the stairs, leaving Anthon to shake his head with a grimace; he'd been there. He went over to the punch bowl, took a cup so small to him it might as well have been a shot-glass, and sipped at it. 'Mm...raspberry punch, and it isn't spiked either.'

“So~...big fella.” Anthon turned around to look at eye-level with the hovering Rainbow Dash. This also worked to explain to him why buildings here had such high ceilings. “We're all kinda wanting as much of an explanation as you'll give us. So would ya mind spilling the beans already?” Dash impatiently insisted, gesturing to the others, including the returned Pinkie who looked a bit haggard, likely she just evacuated her system of the foreign contents of meat.

“Well alright then, who among you has the highest authority in general? Being governmental would be especially helpful right now.” At his question, among the three ponies he didn't know; the light tan earth pony mare with gray hair wearing green framed glasses stepped forward.

“I am Mayor Mare. Yes, that is my name, no, my mother didn't know I'd become mayor.” Mayor said with a mature and dutiful tone. She was much younger than she looked though; probably not much older than the others in the group who all seemed in their late teens.

“Alright, here's the gist of it that I can conclude. I am Anthon Robinson, and I am from another dimension. My home has mysteriously woven portals in the form of Doorways throughout Equestria. One of which has replaced the closet of this library's upstairs loft with my front door, the second has placed a seemingly indestructible standalone Doorway atop a hill outside Fluttershy's cottage which replaced my parent's master bedroom/bathroom...I'd better check that bathroom and closet inside that room now that I think of it...anyhow, and any who pass through become a different race altogether to at least be somewhat more compatible with the laws governing said dimension.” Anthon blitzed his cup of punch in one swallow, frowning as he looked at the cup. “Do we have any pitchers Pinkie?”

“Yup!” Pinkie, being the only one not gaping, bounded off to fulfill his request for a larger drinking utensil.

“Oh come now you four; you all went into my house earlier, so you know what I've said is true.” Anthon snorted as he tried not to remember AJ's and Pinkie's dead sexy bodies.

“May I see this alleged Doorway to another world?” Mayor asked incredulously, and Anthon patiently led them all upstairs, where he opened the closet to reveal his entryway and living room. “Astounding....”

“If you step inside, be warned; you'll change into a human shape.” Pinkie eagerly zipped past them, popping through the door and becoming her gloriously plump human form as demonstration, holding a transparent glass pitcher of punch in the air victoriously, getting two of the three newcomers to drop their jaws, while the third merely clopped her forehooves together in applause. 'Damn it Pinkie you silly sexy mare.' “Like so. Now for the last time; Pinkie, humans don't go around naked. If any of you are going to go to my dimension PLEASE have the decency to wear clothes.”

“Of course darling! It's just, usually over here, clothing is optional.” Rarity said in response as Pinkie came back through the door, holding the pitcher out to Anthon with a hoof, which he gladly accepted and took a long, refreshing pull out of, easily downing a third of the pitcher in two gulps.

“Ah~! Thanks Pinkie. So why don't, damn it....” Anthon looked to see Mayor Mare and the minty unicorn with the shaggy toothpaste hair couldn't resist and had stepped into his house, examining their new forms. He didn't bother to look at them in detail, save that the unicorn was squealing in joy about having hands for some reason, while Mayor chastised her for being so unprofessional. What he did catch at a glance was the Mayor was much more shapely than the unicorn overall, save that the unicorn had wider hips. 'Hm...racial dimorphism seems to carry out in skeletal, and muscular structure as well as general quantities of fat deposits in my world for these ponies. Thus far from what I've seen; their bodies in my world reflect their races and lifestyles from their own world. I'd have to have more visitors to make an educated theory on this though.'

“Well Mr. Robinson, I must say that this is quite serious. I'll have to send word up the chain about your situation, probably all the way up to Celestia herself! I've never heard of anything like this happening, and there is nopony in town that is a skilled enough mage to even begin analyzing this phenomenon.” Mayor informed him as she came through and turned back into a pony.

“Then do so, please, I want to know why my house has become a nexus of portals, and I don't trust the governments of my own world; especially with something like this. They'd sooner place me under so many levels of unlawful arrest I shudder to think of it, and then there's the fact they might invade just to obtain knowledge of magic if they don't do so with “ambassadors” here under thin pretense of peace just to suck as much intel out of this world as they can without paying back a single thing for it.” Anthon snorted in anger, taking another long gulp of his pitcher to calm down, the ponies all suitably looking quite worried. “We might very well have a limited window of time here as well; my parents will be back within a week, and they are NOT as paranoid or cautious as I am. I'd hate to have to hold them here against their will to keep it quiet if it came down to it.”

“On it! Derpy! Follow, I need our fastest mailmare on this!” Mayor galloped down the stairs, the wall-eyed gray pegasus quickly taking after upon realizing she was being called upon to serve her town.

“I have, HANDS!” Anthon rolled his eyes before ignoring the Doorway to his house, and heading downstairs, his five recent...yeah, they were friends in his book from hanging around all this oddity, friends following...huh...it'd been a while since he could genuinely say he had even one, let alone five.

“So how ya doin' sugarcube? You're the one this is all affecting.” AJ asked in concern as he went back to the punch bowl, dipping his empty pitcher into it before he picked up an adorably small cupcake.

“Honestly? I'm wishing I lived here right now. I haven't seen much, but look at me! I'm big, strong, and healthy here! I'm not an overweight, sick, tired and pained man just trying to live. But...my home's my home. My family is there. I've been thinking of...trying to live here if the whole portal issue turns out to be stable. Surely there must be work for a big, strong bull here?” Anthon put down his drink and snack to pose with his fists together, flexing. He grinned as he watched his muscles ripple and pop. Especially his pecs, never had them before the whole Doorway issue. He stopped posing and put his hands on his hips as he popped his pecs in an alternating fashion.

“Wh-what're ya doin'?!” He looked up slightly to see all his new friends blushing, looking at his dancing pecs. “Wh-why can't Ah look away?”

“They're so...glorious....” Rarity commented breathily as she fanned herself with a hoof.

“Hot, as, buck.” Rainbow said as she landed from her wings getting stiff.

“Oh...my....” Shy hid behind her hair, face glowing red.

“Yay for flexing!” Pinkie crowed. “What is that?”

“On my world, for those that were gifted enough in body, they could do this. It is called the Pec Pop of Love. No female can resist it. See those grapes?” Anthon grinned as he realized he could totally reenact one of his favorite movie scenes. “Throw some at them, feed them.”

“I'll feed them!” Dash shouted in excitement, before she went to the snack table, grabbed a bushel of grapes, and promptly began throwing them at his pecs, which launched them every which way in timed pec pops. With luck and some test shots, he was able to shoot them into some of the mare's mouths to their blushing surprise. “Last one.”

“Okay Dash, this one's special.” She grinned as she threw the grape, and he launched right back at her, getting her mouth to open in surprise, catching the grape. She smiled as she swallowed.

“That was awesome! AJ! We've got to practice that with our flanks! Imagine all the stallions we'd snag!” Dash demonstrated by popping her flanks by flexing them enough to jump. It wasn't until now that he finally noticed their markings. He worked with people sometimes covered head to toe in tattoos, so he didn't really think about it.

“What're those marks on your flanks? I didn't notice before since I'm so used to seeing things like them on my world, but these are different, since all of you have one unique to you.” Anthon asked, getting the flustered mares to come out of their muscle-filled dazes with a topic they were used to.

“Oh, darling, these are our cutie marks. They represent our best talents in life. For instance; my talent is actually the finding, appraising, and use of gems. But, I'm a fashion designer rather than a jeweler. I could make earrings, bands or whatnot, but I prefer using them in interesting ways with my dresses and suits.” Rarity explained as she raised her rump a bit to emphasis her marks. “So while my talent is important; it doesn't run my life. Even if I weren't so skilled with jewels, I'd have probably incorporated whatever my talent was into my love for fashion.”

“Mah mark represents mah talent for understanding that family comes first. And that Ah'm always best at supportin' those close to me.” AJ looked at her flank happily.

“My mark means I'm the best at being fast! Whether it's in pure speed, or my skill in working weather. I can clear the skies over Ponyville in ten seconds flat, and arrange a downpour in twenty seconds!” Dash beamed as she looked at her rainbow lightning bolt mark. “It's why I'm here and not in Cloudsdale. Ponyville needed a weather captain with enough skill to compensate the lack of pegasi living here in comparison to other towns, so I took the job.”

“Mine means I'm a party pony! Simple! I bring joy to everypony!” Pinkie giggled as she bounced about.

Shy managed to finally get over the display of masculinity and joined in. “My mark means I have a way with animals. As for why it's butterflies and not some other creature, I believe it's because of my gentle approach to it.”

“Hm, that's actually rather convenient. You have a literal resume stamped on your flanks. It likely makes job hunting easier, yet if you try to go out of your area of expertise, getting a job must still be difficult.” 'Then what about me? Would I be able to get a job so easily here? It'd be nice, not having to work for those slave drivers at All-Mart if I could improve my quality of living just by being here.' It'd been on his mind most of that morning and after all the ridiculousness of the early evening. Was this fate throwing him a bone? Or was it just going to screw with him, ruining this for him somehow when it was so great thus far?

“Well...yes. Getting a position in something that isn't an everypony job if you don't have the skills for it is very difficult. Mostly employers seek ponies who already have the skills needed, rather than spend time training them.” Rarity informed with a frown of distaste. Clearly she'd had some trouble with this. “You'd be surprised how few tailors were willing to apprentice me when I had diamonds on my flank instead of a needle and thread or whatnot.” Yep, biased system.

“Don't you worry none about all this mark business sugarcube! If ya decide to be staying for any period of time, Ah could use some muscle on mah farm. Celestia knows that Big Mac could use some help with the plowin'.” She made a point however of looking at his hips, screwing up her face in interest. “Do minotaurs get marks?” She asked them all as she looked around, getting shrugs from everyone including Anthon, who while intrigued, didn't care to have a fur tattoo on his hips. Be kinda hard to have one with how shaggy and thick his lower body's fur was.

“Well, this has been all well and good, but I have to get some things in order to quit my job. I was going to quit soon anyway because I was tired of being mistreated, but having a prospect might make my parents more...lenient, towards all this randomness. But before I do...what's the currency here?” 'Because gog knows exchange rates are blasphemy back home, and I don't even know if this place's money is even good back home. Gotta keep priorities straight.'

All his worries however, practically flew out the window when Rarity seemed to produce a small bag from her side with her mouth, and when she dropped it, enjoyed the wide-eyed look he got at the sight of the plain gold coins spilling onto the floor. “The bit. We used to have a more complicated system in the past I hear, but when the golden apple trees that make the apples used for bits were finished for mass production, all the copper and silver coins were repurposed for other uses.”

Rarity's explanation was confusing, he'd have to get one appraised. “Could I have one to get appraised? I want to see how much it might be worth back home. See what I could do for myself in exchange rates.”

“Certainly! I'm not hurting for bits at the moment, so feel free to take a couple.” Rarity levitated a few bits to him, but he only accepted one, pushing the rest back towards her.

“Please, limit your Generosity with me Rarity. I'm too serious a person when it comes to debts. Just one will be enough and I am grateful for it.” Anthon held the coin in his hands, personally appraising it. Having a father obsessed with precious metals, he picked up some of the knowledge. He bit into it, easily indenting it with his teeth. 'Hardness is consistent, a pure metal, not an alloy. Yep, tastes like gold alright.' He spit to the side and stuck out his tongue, getting sympathetic looks from the others. “Yeah, it's gold alright. Thanks. I'll see you all tomorrow.”

After saying goodnight, he went back upstairs and sighed before reluctantly going back in his house, closing the door, only to freeze at the toothpaste-hared naked woman masturbating on his couch. Said woman froze in embarrassment at being caught, and he sighed deeply. “Just clean up after yourself. I trust you to leave on your own.” He turned right and retreated to his precious, safe, bedroom. Locking the door and getting his computer started up, he had business to take care of. 'Silly, impulsive, sexy as sin...these ponies are going to be the death of me.' He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose at the sound of the unicorn human in his living room squealing in ecstasy. “Don't they have ANY shame?” He ignored all else as he dove into looking up local appraisers, pawn shops, and the process of quitting his job for later should this turn up a literal golden opportunity.

Author's Notes:

Not just naughtiness, but wanted to have a huge obvious difference between societal approaches to sensuality.

If I woke up to a big, strong woman working the knots out of my muscles, I would just let her, because she's already got the advantage. And hey; free massage. Sex or no; I want that massage.