Horse People Go Naked
Chapter 161: Chapter 160: Explanations and Fetishes
Previous Chapter Next Chapter“I, uh, believe you can pick him up if you like,” Feelgood tepidly allowed as he weighed his odds of reaching the door before the mares got him. Ultimately, he concluded it was probably safer not to provoke them with sudden movements, so he’d best just stick around and remain professional.
Everything was tense, and even the relief from finally finding Thomas did little to help the mood. Feelgood’s assistants kept focused on their work, checking the machine and the readings still coming in. It went without saying that this phenomenon was unprecedented, and definitely not on the list of approved spells. Nevertheless, the professionals did their best to keep cool heads and do their jobs. If another unprecedented phenomenon were to occur, they didn’t want to be caught with their nonexistent pants down a second time.
Meanwhile, as she anxiously licked her lips, Moonlight resumed reaching for Thomas, only to stop again as her fingers formed a broad cage around his puny body. On the surface, he looked fine, with no obvious injuries. Even the way he struggled to lift himself up seemed almost reassuringly normal, not dissimilar from how he usually looked after an intense bucking. However, the comparison with her relatively oversized hands was impossible to ignore. So, after much thought, Moonlight lowered her right hand to the floor, flat and palm up.
Thomas’ headache had abated, but he still felt dizzy. He stared intently at the offered hand, understanding it was taking far too long to process what was being suggested. Then, finally, it clicked in his head, and the young man pulled himself the short distance to the hand. It was less than an arm’s length for him, and the height wasn’t much worse than the rungs of a ladder, but it was manageable. Moonlight’s skin felt different than usual, coarser and with the little details far more pronounced. Thomas had probably spent too long staring at the lines that made up the mare’s palm print because he then felt something touch his feet. The other giant orange hand gently pushed his legs, coaxing him onto the offered palm. So, after finally finding the strength, the human lifted himself onto the pony’s hand, and collapsed onto his back after the herculean effort.
Moonlight stood as slowly as possible, imagining she was holding a dandelion and avoiding creating a gust that might dislodge the seeds. She held the shrunken, exhausted human tenderly, only tearing her eyes from his diminished form when she felt the other mars press in around her. She wanted to tell them to back off and give Thomas some space, but the concern in their eyes made her hesitate. If one of them had told her to get back while holding him, she probably wouldn’t listen. They were just as worried as she was, after all, so she let them be, and returned to staring at Thomas.
“I-I…” Thomas tried to say, his voice dry and raspy.
“Where are we on that water?” Silver inquired, her volume soft, but tone firm.
“I… I c-can…”
“Easy,” Moonlight whispered, mindful of the young man’s every stir in her hand. He was roughly as tall as her middle finger was long, but everything appeared proportional. “Take your time. What is it?”
“I… I c-can see u-up”—Thomas coughed—“up your nose,” he finished with a grin. This was followed by a brief pause and a collective sigh from the three mares that felt like stepping out from a room with the air turned too high into the scorching summer heat. Also, it stank.
“Well, that is a good sign, yes?” Silver asked a physician who finally handed her the feeder filled with water. “Thank you.” She positioned the device just over Thomas’ face and cautiously pushed the plunger until a drop fell.
Thomas accepted the refreshing liquid gratefully as it washed over his face. He even turned his head to slurp the amount that had pooled around his head. Then he faced up again and opened his mouth, wordlessly requesting more, so Silver obliged.
“Yer well enough ta joke, but how ya doin’, li’l guy?” Honey asked, also maintaining the whisper that everyone had decided was necessary for the human’s small ears.
Thomas finished sipping the residue from the third drop before answering. “… Like I just got sat on.”
“I could have sworn I saw lesions in your flesh, but they seem to have all healed,” Silver noted as she examined him.
“So it wasn’t just me,” noted Moonlight. “Thomas, is it okay if I turn you over? I need to see your back.”
“I… sure?” the human allowed as a giant finger pushed under his side and gently rolled him over. Face down in the orange hand, its coarse warmth pressing against his front, Thomas felt his strength continue returning as the fuzz lifted from his mind. Then, feeling bold, he moved his hands beneath his torso and, after pausing to brace himself, pushed into a poor pushup position. Although, with how his back was arched, it probably more closely resembled a climax. “Whoa.”
“What is it?” Moonlight asked, still keeping her volume low, despite her sudden sense of urgency.
“I-I think I just popped my back,” Thomas replied, curious why he’d reported something so mundane. “Not in a bad way. But, like, I was super stiff, so I stretched.”
“Uh, can ya do it again?” Honey suggested, uncertain of what else to do.
Thomas quickly nodded and pulled his legs beneath his body before carefully pushing himself up. His outstretched arms waved a little as he rose, now mindful of Moonlight’s unsteady hands. “Like I’m getting my sea legs,” he muttered.
“What?” Moonlight asked.
“He said he was getting his sea legs,” Silver informed, her bat-like ears flicking as though showing off.
“How is the patient doing?” Feelgood asked from his station. “Any injuries?”
“No, and he doesn’t seem in pain, either,” Moonlight reported, facing away to raise her volume while keeping an eye on the little creature wobbling across her cupped palm. “It looked like he was bleeding earlier, but I don’t see any wounds now. Either the injuries healed, or it was a trick of the light.”
“I’m leaning towards the former,” Feelgood said before whacking a static screen into compliance. “There was definitely exposed blood for a little bit. However, aside from the one thing, our patient appears unharmed.”
Honey turned slowly and deliberately to face the doctor. “Ya call this unharmed?” she demanded while gesturing at Thomas.
“Relatively speaking, yes,” Feelgood affirmed. “We’re still not sure why it happened. However, the targeted size alteration magic somehow mutated into a total transformation. And considering this was on the low end of a high-tier spell, I’d say we just witnessed the magical equivalent of slipping on a banana peel, only to do a perfect backflip and land upright. The spell wasn’t intended, but it somehow worked out. So, all things considered, it could have been worse.”
“Well, if it’s a spell, can’t ya jus’ undo it like the rest?” Honey asked.
One of the scanner’s panels began sparking as the sound of something building up underneath caught everyone’s attention. Feelgood rushed to the panel, tore it off, and sprayed something from his horn resembling a fire extinguisher’s contents. Then, as the spot sizzled into calm, Feelgood faced the mares. “I am not comfortable casting any additional spells on Thomas at this time.”
“But it appears to be a perfect casting,” asserted Silver. “Even if it was unintentional, why can you not simply reverse it as you did with the others?”
“First of all, even on the low end, there’s no such thing as simple when it comes to high-tier magic,” Feelgood replied as he went into lecture mode. “And with size alteration, targeted exterior changes are nothing compared to full-body casting.”
“He’s right,” Moonlight confirmed, locking eyes with Thomas as he listened intently. “The spell matrix has to account for altered blood flow to maintain the body’s regular functions, despite the altered size. Smaller animals have faster heartbeats than bigger ones, and failing to account for that would…” Her mouth snapped closed, her meaning clear. “And then there’s the mass of brain cells to consider, and…” Eyes wide, Moonlight’s head whirled to face the physicians. “Are you sure it was a perfect casting?”
Feelgood checked the screens once more before facing the mares and small man, his face stern. “Based on initial readings, yes. However, going back to the banana peel analogy, I cannot stress enough how unlikely this was. Right now, there’s still a lot of data we need to sift through before I’m willing to prescribe any kind of cure.”
“Um, excuse me,” Thomas said as loudly as he felt comfortable while waving to get everyone’s attention. It worked, but that didn’t make him feel better. “So, about the brain cell thing… Is it, like, taking away mass takes away cells, or what?”
“The brain is definitely the riskiest part of the shrinking process,” Feelgood confirmed. “And while altering the cell count is how it works for the rest of the body, safeties are generally added to protect the subject’s mind. And, since it looks like a perfect casting, those safeties appear to be in place. So, while I imagine you’re still feeling a little lightheaded, there should be no memory loss, cognitive diminishment, or any other long-term side effects.”
Thomas released a relieved breath, followed by feeling another wave of smelly heat from the mares’ exhales. “Good. My memory sucks enough as it is.”
“However, if you notice anything unusual, I ask that you speak up immediately,” Feelgood stressed.
Thomas nodded. “So, what now?”
It took a while for Feelgood to run that by his assistants as they debated facts and figures with words upwards of seven syllables. Eventually, they decided it would be best for Thomas to return with the mares to a less stressful environment. Despite its disheveled state, the scanner had managed to record everything about the process, but it would take time to go through everything at the lab. And since the lab, doctors, and Thomas’ room were all in the castle, there shouldn’t be an issue in the event of an emergency. However, while the deeper concerns still needed to be analyzed, Feelgood magically wrote out a list of relevant issues Thomas may face, along with recommendations for treatment. At the top of the list was augmenting his defensive wards to better insulate him against the cold. Smaller bodies lost more heat, and after everything that had just happened, Feelgood was fervently against alteration magic of any sort. Things like wards were cast around Thomas, but anything cast on or to him was forbidden until further notice.
So, the mares left with their man in hand.
***
Leaning back while supporting himself with his hands, Thomas sat his naked butt down in Moonlight’s palm as he looked out the window to the starry sky. They’d returned to Luna’s chambers and, as per usual, sat on the Princess’ bed, but not before sending word regarding what had happened and what they were doing about it. The latter was, in Thomas’ view, a lot of nothing, just waiting and seeing. “This sucks.”
“If Surprise was here, she’d say ta look on the bright side,” Honey offered, sitting next to Moonlight as she eyed the shrunken human. “At least ya don’t have teats.”
Thomas replied with a pity laugh, which just made him feel bad. He didn’t want to hurt Honey’s feelings while she was trying to cheer him up. So, he faced her, his eyes trailing up and down her enormous body like it was the first time all over again. “Do you know how much your boobs weigh?”
Honey blinked, not expecting that question, as she looked down. “Ah never thought ta check.”
“I used to think they collectively weighed at least as much as me, if not more,” Thomas thought aloud. “Luna’s boobs probably each weigh more than me. At least, back at my old size.”
“I still do not understand your preoccupation with breast size,” Silver added while retrieving the tray of beverages they’d ordered. “Personal preference is one thing, but even in the stories you showed us, humans seem to have an unhealthy obsession with what amounts to chest fat, especially in anime.”
Thomas snickered more sincerely. “No arguments here. I’m pretty sure there’ve been studies on that, but I’m not sure there’ve been any conclusions. Humans are the only mammals where the breasts stay swollen year-round, even when the female isn’t pregnant.” Then he stared at Moonlight’s chest fat. “Well, that’s how it is on Earth. I guess since that’s true for other species, it’s less special here. Although, I think all humans are just secret perverts.”
“Personally, I’m grateful I get to have a variety,” Moonlight chipped in as she looked between Silver and Honey, taking a quick sip of her drink before setting it back on the tray in the bat mare’s lap. “I get to play with a range of sizes all I like. Although, I think Luna is drawing me to appreciate bigness more.”
Silver sighed despondently as she stared at her relatively diminutive chesticles. “Alas, I fear I must agree. Such is the inherent tragedy of letting alicorns set the standard.”
“Well, I guess that’s one bright side,” Thomas offered. “Not counting magic;, at least my penis is bigger than hers.”
Honey snorted a laugh. “Ya sure ‘bout that, sugar?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, maybe before, but now…” The green mare gestured down at the puny man. “We’ll have ta compare, but Ah think her love button might be bigger ‘an yer love handle.”
Thomas’ neck went limp as his head dropped forward to stare between his legs. “… shit, you’re probably right.”
“‘Course, Ah am,” Honey beamed. “When will the rest ‘f ya’ll learn that life would be so much easier if ya jus’ listened ta earth ponies more often?”
“Begging your pardon, but the last time you did a handstand, your teats hit your face, and you fell over,” Silver reminded with a straight face. “I am sorry, but I fear that such antics diminish your credibility.”
“Careful what you say,” Thomas warned. “Moonlight has a horn for defense, but there’s nothing stopping Honey from using those face-smackers on someone else’s unguarded face.”
Slowly and deliberately, Honey leaned forward to look around Moonlight at the smallest mare, a dangerous look in her eyes that made Silver flinch. “Weaponized teats, eh? Now there’s an idea.”
Silver’s head snapped to level a scowl on the shrunken human. “I am reasonably certain I will owe you for this.”
Thomas snickered. “Yeah, humans are definitely secret perverts. The amount of stuff on the internet about breasts alone could probably fill every library in Equestria.”
“What do you mean?” Moonlight asked.
Thomas shrugged as he envisioned where this conversation might lead, and was reasonably sure Silver was right. She’d owe him for the lewdness he was about to unleash. “Breast fetishes,” Thomas began. “Big, small, and everything between and beyond, yeah, humans are obsessed with boobs. When I’d get off from work, one of the first things I did was look up porn. Even when watching regular stuff, more mild fetishes would often come up in more typical conversation, like pouring syrup on the body and licking it off.”
“Hey, Ah’ve done that,” Honey cheerfully informed.
“Having such sticky fur sounds most uncomfortable,” noted Silver.
“Yeah, but it’s fun ta lick clean.”
Thomas straightened his sitting position to be less casual. “I was never much into food fetishes, but they were mainstream enough that some public broadcasting felt comfortable talking about it. As for me, personally, I was more into niche things.” Thomas swallowed as he braced for his admission. “One was size difference.”
Moonlight tilted her head, probably not meaning to look so cute. “Do humans have a way to alter size?”
“No, but we can imagine,” Thomas explained. “There’s kind of a range to it. For my usual size, pretty much all ponies are either tall girls or amazons, which are definitely my thing.” He then looked at Silver and awkwardly pursed his lips. “Is there a way I can say ‘no offense’ without you taking offense?”
Silver shrugged. “After the things we have done, I do not doubt your attraction to me. And from what you have said, I imagine your secret human perversions have left you with a rather warped interpretation of sexual relations.”
Thomas pointed at the mare who used to be as tall as him. “You are not wrong.” He then resumed addressing everyone. “Then, after tallness, there are more extreme differences, like shrinking,” he explained while gesturing to himself. “And based on what Feelgood said, it sounds like ponies are into that too,” he phrased as more of a question.
However, while it was Moonlight’s turn to be the center of attention, she hesitated, and Silver spoke first. “My parents have a unicorn whorse they enjoy. He visits every month or so and, as I understand it, casts a spell and sits in the corner while things play out.”
“Figures,” Honey scoffed. “No offense, but somehow, Ah kinda expected unicorns’d rely more on magic skill ‘an usin’ their bodies, even fer somethin’ like whorsin’.”
“No, that’s fair,” Moonlight allowed. “I did a little research when my courting Thomas was getting serious. Earth pony whorses are favored for their size and usually play a more dominating role, while pegasi are more on the submissive side, especially when it comes to letting others play with their wings. And unicorns, well, we’re type-casted as spell dispensers. Need a spell to enhance the body or perform some particular trick, but you can’t be bothered to learn the spell yourself? Call a unicorn.”
“Like shrinking?” Thomas reminded.
“Among other things,” Moonlight allowed.
“Why, though?” Honey inquired as she leaned down for a closer look at her diminished lover. “The li’l guy’s a mouse. Why is that sexy, ‘n’ what can ya even do at that size?”
“Human porn usually has the shrunken person play with the big person’s body,” Thomas frankly answered. “For example, putting the shrunken person in the lady’s vagina.”
Honey’s ears were already flicked forward, yet they somehow grew even stiffer and more attentive at Thomas’ remark. Then, mouth twisting as though contemplating her next words’ taste, she said, “Go on.”
Thomas leaned back in Moonlight’s palm and used his hands for support as he stared at the ceiling, legs crossed, and silently ruminating on the sheer absurdity of his situation. “Suddenly shrinking was weird enough, but now I’m having an IRL discussion about fetishes with sexy nudist anthro women,” he thought aloud. “This is my life.”
“You, uh, need a minute, li’l guy?” Honey asked.
“No, that was enough,” Thomas assured, but still kept his eyes on the ceiling. Meeting the mares’ eyes was too difficult right now. “Well, for one thing, suspension of disbelief is pretty standard. Human knowledge asserts that stuff like this shouldn’t be possible, but Feelgood explained how magic makes these things doable in this world. So, when writing a shrink story, we’d have to, for example, come up with excuses for why a shrunken person inserted inside someone doesn’t suffocate, or just ignore the issue and hope the story is good enough in other ways that the reader doesn’t ask questions.” He finally fixed Moonlight with a pointed look, his implications clear.
Brow furrowed in curiosity, the unicorn lit her horn and projected a spotlight on the miniature human in her possession. “Yes, a whorse casting a shrink spell for a client would add safeties, like funneling for air in cramped spaces.”
“Wait, hold on a sec.” Thomas held his hand out in halting as Moonlight maintained the scan. “Ponies know about shrinking fetishes, and prostitutes even sell it to clients, but you didn’t know about facing each other while doing it?” When Moonlight shrugged noncommittally, the human replied, “Okay, now that’s the kind of thing that’d strain suspension of disbelief. I mean, we just went over how that’s high-tier stuff, so it’s like running before you learn how to crawl.”
“Ah dunno,” Honey pondered, arms folded under her ample chest as her expression scrunched in puzzlement. “Seems more like a preference thing ta me. Most folks usually buck the traditional way, so doin’ it differently sounds jus’ as wild as unicorns stickin’ their horns where they got no business bein’.” She then looked at Moonlight. “Figuratively. Feel free ta keep puttin’ yer thing in mah marehood, ‘specially with that spell you do.”
“Spells,” Moonlight clarified, seeing no sense in elaborating on the heat and vibration she applied to her horn for such play. Looking back at Thomas, she gave a mischievous smile. “So, if all humans are as perverted as you say, does that mean your thoughts have, shall we say, wandered to places they shouldn’t?”
Thomas blinked, looked down at his shamelessly exposed groin, and realized he’d popped a boner at some point. He locked eyes with Moonlight and deadpanned, “It’s a possibility.”
“It sounds like the three ‘f ya’ll know more ‘bout this ‘an me. So, how ‘bout catchin’ up the country bumpkin’ so we’re all on the same page?” Honey suggested. “Jus’ what can ya do with a li’l guy not much taller ‘an mah finger?”
“Silver,” Thomas offered. “You wanna explain about this whorse your parents higher to cast spells?”
“I would not mind, but I do not appreciate how you phrased that. It makes things sound far dirtier than they need to be,” Silver replied with all due dignity.
Thomas nodded. “Agree to disagree.”
Silver sighed and shuffled the stiffness from her wings. “Well, I only heard the topic in passing, but did not inquire further, as it was not my business. However, my dame preferred shrinking, so she could hug my sire’s stallionhood. I believed she said his masculine musk is far more powerful at that size, and her body was more receptive to its warmth.”
Thomas nodded intently, shifting in place as he reminded himself there was no need to cover his involuntary physical response to his building dirty thoughts. “Okay, that sounds like a standard feature for some of the stories I’ve read. The small person hug’s the guy’s big dick, and maybe he uses her body to… masturbate?”
Silver also nodded, but more disinterestedly about the perceived lack of taboo. “Yes, I believe they said as much. I also believe they mentioned insertion, which I assume means exactly as it sounds,” she phrased as a question.
Thomas licked his lips. “Yeah, the tiny person rides the giant dick like a… uh, whatever ponies use instead of horses,”—he clarified while stressing the H—“and they go straight into the pussy.” He then glanced at Honey and mimed, squeezing his hand around something large. “A finger can touch things in ways the penis can’t, applying pressure and stuff. But a tiny person—at least, in the stories—can be even more direct. The little guy can wriggle around in there, and it, uh… I was going to say to imagine a small fish flopping in there, but would that be too weird?”
Honey’s green cheeks burned red as her eyes and ears fixed on Thomas. “Maybe a tad, but keep goin’. What else can ya do?”
Thomas faced Silver, hoping to deflect the question. But, alas, she merely shrugged.
“I apologize, but that is all I remember.” The bat mare then tried meeting Moonlight’s eyes, but she was too busy staring at Thomas. Finally, the shorter mare cleared her throat to get her peer’s attention and gestured.
“Hmm? Oh, um… Okay, maybe I know the basic premise for the industry. Some friends have jokingly asked if I could help with things just because I’m a unicorn, but I don’t really know the specifics,” the orange mare admitted. “Though, if I had to guess”—she paused to lick her lips—“I-I think it might be fun to, um, r-rub the little person on my body?”
Thomas chuckled at Moonlight’s cute embarrassment, but found all three mares wore similar expressions. Silver had tried to keep things casual and play it off as no big deal. However, it appeared they’d crossed a line at some point, unofficially designating the perverted human as the expert. So, he braced himself for this responsibility, and administered his wisdom. “Breast smothering is a big thing,” Thomas began. “Putting the shrunken person between the tits and basically giving him a full-body boob job.”
“Wouldn’t that hurt?” Honey inquired.
“Depends on how rough you are.”
“I’d be too worried that your tiny body might be too fragile,” Moonlight admitted.
“Surely there are durability wards we could add,” Silver suggested.
Again, Moonlight’s horn spotlighted Thomas, scanning him until she retrieved the list of approved spells. However, she frowned in discontent. “These are only suggestions, though.”
“Feelgood said wards ‘n’ the like should be fine,” Honey interjected. “Plus, makin’ the li’l guy more durable sounds like common sense. Now, Ah ain’t sayin’ ya’ll can’t protect him, but it never hurts to have extra help.”
Moonlight directed her frown at Honey. “Yes, but are you just saying that because your tail is flagged?” She glanced behind the mare.
“Yer one ta talk,” Honey retorted with a smirk and a glance of her own.
Thomas couldn’t be sure from his position. However, given that he saw no tails resting around the mares’ bottoms, he felt safe guessing how their three backsides looked right now.
“A durability ward would be prudent, given the circumstances,” Silver advised. “Besides, we do not have to do anything. I find the mere idea quite stimulating,” she added as her hand not-so discretely slid down her trim tummy and between her legs.
Biting her lip, Moonlight faced Honey to get her take, only to find the tall mare already pinching her nipples while giving an encouraging look. Finally meeting Thomas’ deadpan gaze, the unicorn decided she only needed one palm to hold his diminished form, and used her newly freed hand to mirror Silver. “So… a boob job?”
Thomas’ pulse spiked when it clicked in his head, and he closed his fingers around his shaft. “Yeah, basically. The hypothetical little person, who may or may not be someone you know,”—he smirked when the mares all narrowed their eyes at him—“isn’t rooted like a cock would be, so you’d have to use different motions.” Imagining that he had breasts, Thomas used both hands to mime elaborate rubbing motions. “Instead of going up and down, you’d do more squishing and go inward, I think. And depending on whose writing, the breasts are sensitive enough to feel even the tiny prick, and the boob flesh feels just as good for the little guy. It’s supposed to make the big person feel powerful to have a shrunken person at their mercy, and the tiny is also turned on by being treated like a toy.”
“That reminds me of Luna when she gets… overstimulated,” Silver related while shamelessly masturbating. “Sh-she uses both hands, or perhaps her horn, and manipulates my body as though I am a mere object.” She put her other hand behind her back to keep her balance as her eyes closed and her rubbing hand grew more vigorous.
“She put ya in her,” Honey reminded. Her mind projected a clear image of the last time that happened. The bat mare and alicorn had started off with simple scissoring, but then Luna got a crazed look in her eye, and everyone gave her some space. Silver had already been trapped in blue magic that inserted her leg into the taller mare’s sex. The alicorn used the shorter mare’s entire leg like a giant dildo, thrusting her in and out, and colliding their clits to entice rapturous screams from both. “N-not all, b-but a lot.” Then she faced the human, now imagining as he described.
Thomas nodded and resumed masturbating for his ladies to watch. “Humans can’t stretch like ponies, so, depending on how big we’re talking, a shrunken person is usually big enough to meet the lady’s needs without hurting her.” He leaned forward over the quivering palm to see the orange mare’s sex obscured by her other hand. However, he’d been inside her often enough the typical way to know her dimensions. “Yeah, I-I’m probably big enough.”
“To do what!?” Moonlight demanded more forcefully than intended. “Wh-what would you do in me?”
Thomas jerked his shoulders in twisting motions as though dancing. “I’d wiggle and writhe. I’d touch everything I can reach. And, uh, if I were writing the story, I’d have the little guy listen to his lady’s moans and adjust himself to get the strongest reactions.” His shaft grew hot from friction and arousal as he pumped himself. “Wait, no. I-I’d start on the outside, kissing your clit and maybe fucking your lips with my whole body.”
“Yeah, you’d have ta use the whole thing!” Honey agreed. “Rub it like yer makin’ snow angels.”
“Maybe I can pinch the outer lips to see how you like that?” offered the human.
“Oh, how courteous,” panted Silver. “Wh-when would you g-go in, though?”
Thomas chuckled as his breathing grew labored. “Maybe I’d slip some of my body in, only for you to swallow me up, o-or maybe you’d get impatient and shove me in. Ngh! It’d be so wet and slippery in there. Fuck, just imagine how loud that’d be.”
“Holy Faust, Ah jus’ thought ‘f mud wrestlin’!” Honey blurted, now with one hand on her breast and the other matching the other between her legs to mirror the other mares. “O-only it ain’t mud. Wet bodies slippin’ ‘n’ slidin’ all over each other, b-but it ain’t mud. Ngh!” She was getting close.
“I-I wonder how long until I f-found your g-spot,” Thomas thought aloud as he imagined the beautiful pussies surrounding him. “Y-you’d be so turned on; I bet it’d just take one touch to send me flying out like a rocket!”
Silver came first, throwing her head back as she screamed at the ceiling. Her wings snapped open, grazing Moonlight’s back as her thighs clamped together. Knowing that his mere words caused one of his lovers to climax was enough to push Thomas over the edge next. He hadn’t masturbated like this since coming to Equestria, so his ejaculation shot over his feet and reached an impressive distance to leave white spots on the orange mare’s hand. Speaking of whom, Moonlight had barely kept her palm steady as she touched herself, so she held back a little longer to keep from accidentally dropping her man. She waited until it looked like Silver had finished, and shoved the shrunken human in the bat mare’s grasp before throwing herself at Honey. The unicorn buried her face in the earth mare’s tits, deeply inhaling the green mare’s earthen musk as her fingers penetrated both their pussies. Honey brought the hand previously preoccupied with her breasts around her orange lover’s back, and the pair pressed into one another as they rode out their climax.
Thomas watched from afar, still somewhat awed at how he’d made his mares so horny with nothing but words. To call this moment an ego boost would have been an understatement. The ordeal had even let him temporarily forget his shrinking plight to let him feel normal. Well, about as normal as things got in this bonkers world of magical, candy-colored horse people. Maybe, if they were careful, they could maintain this normalcy until—
*WHAM!*
The door slammed open with such force that it left cracks in the wall. Thomas had never even seen it go that wide, and briefly wondered if the thing had been broken. However, more pressing than a door embedded in a wall, the griffon and duo of white and indigo mares marched in with heavy hoof steps, paw pats, and hearts full of purpose. Their heads swiveled to face the trio of previously masturbating mares before their eyes zeroed in on the tiny critter in the small one’s hand.
And just like that, Thomas realized that it wasn’t a matter of if he was screwed, but how it would happen and when.