I strolled into Joe's Doughnut Shop like I owned the place.

Hey, now there was a thought experiment. Surely, with this Normal power in play, I could actually own Joe's Doughnut Shop.

Wait, except no. Donut Pony Joe undoubtedly had his cutie mark in donuts. His magic destiny reinforced his passion. Any attempts to get in the way or take it away from him using my own destiny would be met with reasonable resistance. I could probably talk around it to get at the end goal – something about how having the deed in my name simplifies things for him might work – but at that point it was too much work for too little reward. And what would I, a human schlub with a sex addiction, want with even partial ownership of a donut shop anyway?

I walked from the doors to the counter of Joe's Doughnut Shop like I definitely didn't own the place.

Joe himself, the amber unicorn dressed in his trademark baker's coat and hat, ran through a variety of emotions as he looked at Trixie and me. Curiosity, then shock, then bewilderment, then confusion, then bemused mirth, then warm hospitality – all in the time it took to walk up to the counter.

"Well, aren't you a couple of characters?" he boasted merrily. "Not every day two folks like you walk into my shop." Joe leaned against the counter and pointed at me. "Now, stop me if I'm wrong, but you're not exactly a pony, are you?"

I was totally down with this guy's attitude. He seemed like a cool guy. "Nope, you're right. I'm a human, actually."

Now, I wouldn't say there was this huge ripple effect the moment I said the word 'human,' but I did notice some conversations pausing and a few heads turning our way. Meanwhile, Joe's customer-service smile froze in place for just a split second before he was back to business.

"Human, huh? Is that right…"

My expression fell a little. "Lemme guess. There's been a rumor or two."

"No, no, no! It's not like that at all," Joe reassured me, straightening his posture and putting up his hands. "See… Uh…"

I turned around and leaned against the counter so I could address the whole restaurant at large. There were only a handful I could recognize; most were just random Canterlot visitors. To all of them, I said, "I get it. I'm the human, and a few of you have heard that humans are scary. Well, let me tell you…" I had to think for a moment. "Um…" I sighed, then said, "You ponies are… more awesome than humans, in general. I'm a threat to none of you. All I want, at the very least, is the basic decency of being treated like a normal person. Those rumors, they may have basis in fact, but… they don't apply to me."

It was a rambling mess, but it got the job done. The ponies who had been watching me either shrugged or looked apologetic or sheepish before returning to their conversations, or awkwardly trying not to stare at Trixie instead of me.

"Was that really necessary?" Trixie asked. "Given what you can do?"

I thought about it for a moment. In the long run, probably not. Like the villagers before, any pony who would've been scared of me would quickly have their fears neutralized by the power. "Not really," I admitted at last. "But considering those rumors is how Ponyville exploded before… Nipping that in the bud felt good."

I became aware of a tingling sensation on the back of my neck – or rather, the feeling of tingling going away. It had built up when ponies started looking my way.

"Besides," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck, "ponies being scared of me is n-" I caught myself. "…is the WRONG normal."

"Ah," Trixie said. "Say no more."

We turned back to face Joe, who put up his hands against placatingly. "I just want to say it wasn't going to be like that," he assured me in his most sincere tone of voice. "Just… I've had a couple of late-night customers talk about you, and a guy can't help but overhear sometimes. I wasn't going to make it an issue, though."

"Nah, I get it," I replied. "Someone with a bad reputation comes in… You're going to serve him the best you can like anyone else, but… you're still bracing yourself a little. That's pretty nor- natural."

Joe chuckled. "I take it you've worked this kinda job?"

"Yeah… Been there, done that." Ready to move on, I stepped back from the counter and looked at the array of donuts on display, both on the wall behind Joe and within the glass counter. "Let's talk donuts."

"You got it, buddy," Joe agreed. "What'll you have?"

I looked at the wall of donuts, immediately realizing that I wasn’t exactly a connoisseur of baked goods. I looked back over my shoulder at the various over-endowed patrons of the restaurant, and remembered the Normal crawling up my neck.

"I’ll get a dozen donuts," I said, barely looking at Joe. I clapped Trixie on her bare shoulder. “She’ll pick out the varieties, and anything else she wants. Nothing standard – I don’t want to see a single ordinary glazed donut. Oh, and it’s all free, for the sake of the human stranded in another world."

Joe was surprised by that last detail for a second, then shrugged. "You’re the boss. Happy to help. Now, uh…" He turned to Trixie, blushing profusely as he tried not to stare at the magician’s outthrust rack. You could see his eyes visibly strain not to look downwards. "What can I, uh, get you?"

Trixie glanced at me. "And what will you be doing while I make our order?"

I fixed my eyes on one particular customer, and pushed myself off the counter. "Oh, just trying out a fun little idea."

"I see. Well, enjoy yourself," Trixie replied, smiling encouragingly before going back to teasing the hell out of Joe.

Meanwhile, I headed towards one of the far tables, where two mares were seated with their pastries and coffee. These were basically the only two I recognized. Sitting on the left side of the table, hiding two watermelon-sized breasts behind a basic dress shirt, was a white-skinned, dark brown-maned unicorn with large glasses and a red tie. I was almost sure of who it was, but I wasn't totally confident.

The other mare, seated on the right side, however…

"Miss Raven, I hope I've made it PERFECTLY clear that this is important to the Equestria Games. Are you absolutely sure Princess Celestia can't spare half an hour before Monday morning?"

Ms. Harshwhinny. The stern, orange earth pony mare was dressed in a very tight mulberry suit. Her breasts were on the small-to-average side, around the size Golden Harvest had, but her form-fitting attire outlined a very firm and perky shelf, though there was no cleavage on display. Her entire look said she was all business.

The unicorn, Raven – who I now remembered was one of Princess Celestia's aides – flipped through her list, the sides of her arms slightly compressing her clothed bust in the process. "As far as I know, she can't. She's having me clear out her whole evening, and she's not taking any new appointments for the weekend. You're not the only pony I've had this conversation with today."

Well, that was reason enough for a detour. "Am I the cause of this problem?" I asked the two mares. "Because my meeting with Princess Celestia is right after sunset."

The duo of businessmares just kind of stared at me for a second – Harshwhinny with surprise and vague annoyance, and Raven with surprise and a little fear.

"But, you… Rook…" Raven murmured slowly, her eyes wide in confusion.

The corners of my mouth rose in a slightly evil smirk. "Rook's helping me out in his own way. I know I was supposed to be locked away and all, but come on – this could be my last day in Equestria, much less Canterlot. And having Celestia's spy squad following me from the shadows all afternoon is detainment enough." I looked out the window of the shop to see if I could spot any obvious watchers. No luck. Either I was just being overly paranoid (which I was fine with, today of all days), or they were doing a good job.

Raven seemed to digest my words, calming down a little as she took my little rant at face value. Harshwhinny, meanwhile, fixed her critical gaze directly on me, clearing her throat to get my attention. "If you're the one whose meeting is taking up so much of the Princess's valuable time, could I ask you to pass along an important request on my behalf?"

I held my gaze on Harshwhinny for a second, then glanced at Raven. "Is that true? She cleared out her weekend? …For me?"

The aide looked around nervously at all the patrons around us, whose attention we'd managed to draw. "The Princess doesn't… didn't want that to become public knowledge."

"Ah, well, sorry," I apologized out of reflex.

"It's okay," she replied, probably equally out of reflex. She huffed a little sigh and added, "To be honest, she didn't tell me WHY. 'Just reschedule everything that's after sunset, Raven, and make sure ponies know tomorrow's off too.' If you could shed some light on that, it would probably make my job easier."

That was… interesting. If Celestia was making sure the whole weekend was free for me, that probably meant she wasn't planning to kill me the moment I walked through the door. Probably. At the very least, it wasn't Plan A.

"Ahem," Ms. Harshwhinny interrupted sternly. "I believe I asked a question."

In any other situation, her forceful personality might have intimidated me a little. Today, though, I just wasn't having it. "Lady… Ma'am. We've got more important things to talk about." A few topics flickered through my mind: The truth about humans in this world, how to stop the magic from swallowing me whole, and, as a last resort, ways to turn this world's version of normal into one that will keep my alive. Lowering my voice, I said, "You're just gonna have to be patient. Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is kinda life or death AND the future of Equestria at stake."

Harshwhinny blinked in surprise, processing my words for a second, then looked at Raven. "I see why you wanted to keep this quiet…"

Raven just nodded.

"Very well, human – that is, Mister…"

"Pascal."

"Mr. Pascal. You've convinced me that this is no small matter." To Raven, Harshwhinny said, "I'll take the earliest appointment you can give me next week. The Equestria Games will have to endure a little hiccup."

The secretarial unicorn let out a great sigh of relief and scribbled a few notes onto her list. "I can get you in by 1:15 PM Monday."

"That will have to do," Ms. Harshwhinny grumbled in her usual way. She gave me a glance, then said to Raven, "Out of curiosity – if this meeting is SO very important, why wait until sunset at all?"

At first, I thought that was a very good question. But then it seemed kind of obvious. "So she can do exactly this," I answered for the aide. "Get all her ducks in a row. Just in case this meeting goes… sideways…"

Shit, I thought, Celestia knows exactly what I could do to her. And she was still letting me in. That was either all kinds of good or all kinds of bad.

"Hmph," Harshwhinny grunted. Not in a condescending way, somehow, but just as mere acknowledgment of my answer.

Raven downed the last dregs of her coffee and got up. "That'll be all, Ms. Harshwhinny. Thank you for your time. I have to hurry to my next meeting. Have a good day."

"To you as well, Ms. Raven," Harshwhinny muttered in a bored voice, and reached for her pastry.

The aide glanced at me, mumbled a quiet "Good day" to me as well, before heading for the shop's entrance. On a day like today, it was hard to watch a fine pair of tits go, but out the door Raven and her bazooms went. Which just left me standing awkwardly before the harsh Equestria Games inspector.

I looked back at Trixie, who had long since finished getting our order and placed it on the table nearest to the counter. She was now standing in a provocative pose with her hands behind her on the table, thrusting her massive breasts out into the open air of the shop, but she was looking at me somewhat expectantly. Wanting to see what I was going to do. And I'd gone and gotten distracted by a tangent about Celestia's schedule. Go me.

Harshwhinny noticed I was still standing in her personal space, and looked up at me with a bored look. "Yes? Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked, her tone… not really mad, but forcefully neutral.

I let out a sigh. Whatever confidence I'd had walking over here was shattered. "Sorry. I, uh, had some line about trying out as a 'Professional Breast Inspector' and giving you a trial run, but after causing you so much trouble anyway… Whatever, can I just feel your boobs?"

Ms. Harshwhinny sputtered into howling, knee-slapping convulsions of merry laughter. Her bouts went on so long that many of the other customers took notice and chuckled along too, finding her mirth utterly infectious. For my part, I just kinda stood there and took it. The Normal was in play and I'd used that deadpan delivery deliberately, but it was still a little embarrassing to be reminded how much of a dork I'd be in any other situation.

Gasping for breath, the older orange mare grinned up at me, her stern composure momentarily forgotten. "Mr. Pascal, that is without a doubt the most absurdly HONEST thing I've ever heard! Ahahahaha!"

"Glad I could entertain…" I muttered, blushing a little.

"Oh, come here, you little rascal," she chided me playfully, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward. "You've earned a moment's thrill for that."

I watched with rapt fascination as Harshwhinny got to work unbuttoning her coat, rolling up the pink polo beneath… Actually, she was wearing quite a few clothes over that tight, lithe body. On a day like today, she had to be burning under all that fabric. Indeed, as her shirt came up and bared her brilliant orange skin, I saw it shine with a layer of sweat. I felt her body heat radiating out from her toned stomach.

Then I was in for another surprise. "You… actually wear a bra, too?"

Keeping her polo bunched up around her neck, Harshwhinny reached back to undo the clasp of her… G-cup? H-cup? Her black bra, keeping those orange breasts in check. "I have no need of them bouncing around and poking into my suit," she explained.

The bra came down, right in the middle of the donut shop. I had a feeling most eyes were going to remain on my lovely Trixie slave, but a bare pair of breasts was a pair of bare breasts. I could almost hear the strain of stallion necks trying to avoid moving while their eyes strayed our way. All I could say to that was: Look all you want, guys. I was the one who was going to touch those things.

"Well?" Harshwhinny asked, her suit open, her shirt lifted, her bra discarded. "Feel away."

I got on my knees, wasting no more time. My hands gripped both boobs and started to play. They were incredibly firm, their shape almost spherical by themselves and with only the most miniscule sag to their perkiness. Such breasts at this size having these characteristics… And her skin was soft and a little slick from the sweat of being confined. Her natural warmth enhanced the scent of her body, which drew me in for a long, deep sniff. I licked at the skin of her cleavage, getting a feel for her texture with my tongue.

Finally, I pulled back and asked, "Why so many clothes? On a day like this?" I kept squeezing and pinching her breasts as we talked. Her dark orange nipples were of a proportional size, but firmly erect and almost imposing in their presence.

Harshwhinny let out a little moan as I tweaked her twin points. But she rallied, putting on her most professional voice even as I fondled her. "I was preparing for a very important meeting. Surely the reasoning there is obvious."

Right; to look one's best. And here I was, probably going to show up to my fateful Princess meeting in my street clothes. Maybe even nothing at all, if the rest of the day got even more exciting. "Suppose I can't blame you there." I leaned in and gave her left nipple a kiss and a suck. Then the other one.

"Oooooh," she sighed out, sliding further back on her stool. "You know, if you'd used that 'Professional Inspector' line on me, with a promising technique like this… Mmm. You might have won me over."

The compliment got me smug in a hurry, but I tempered it and pulled back from my sucking. "Seems like you preferred the honesty more."

"Oh, absolutely," Harshwhinny agreed.

"I think I get it," I went on, taking a moment to pinch her nipples and shake her breasts a little bit, before going back to rubbing them in circles. "You're in a position where everyone has an angle, everyone's trying to butter you up. Then here I am, with that one male desire that you'd think I'd do the song and dance for… and I just ask for it directly."

A giggle came out of the composed mare. "Ridiculous, but a breath of fresh air, yes. You're insightful AND good with your hands."

"I try." I pinched around her areolae, bulging them out for a second. She seemed to like that quite a bit – treatment that was just on the verge of rough, but not quite. "You'd be surprised how many times I've fondled a mare's breasts and it turns out to have helped with some kind of personal issue."

Actually, now that I was thinking about it… This was kind of what Derpy was talking about, wasn't it? If I wasn't going that heavy on the mind control and not raping ladies left and right, what was the big difference between that and just a highly sexualized lifestyle? Well, the inclusion of random strangers, obviously. And today, I was only doing that so much because it was necessary. But, in the ideal scenario, if I could live a life of sex and pleasure without consequences, without hurting anybody… what was the harm in sharing, in a certain sense?

"Did you hear what I said?" Ms. Harshwhinny asked.

I jolted a bit and resumed working on the soft flesh of her underboob. "Sorry, what?"

The older mare took a moment to scoot back in her seat and straighten her posture. My hands didn't leave her breasts, which let me feel how they tried to jiggle as she moved.

"I asked," she restarted gracefully, "where you'd see the Professional Breast Fondler occupation going, should you actually try. Would you turn it into some kind of ancillary medical position? Make it a specialized therapy technique? Or would it be more like an… well, escort service?"

For some reason, I found this line of questioning incredibly off-putting. With a deep frown, I replied, "Uh… Never thought about it like that."

"Well, you're the one responsible for clearing out my schedule, so the least you could do is engage my curiosity for a few minutes." Harshwhinny glanced down at my perfectly still hands. "I don't recall asking you to stop, either."

I got back to work on her soft breasts, but now my mind was busy somewhere else. The whole Professional thing had just been a porn-level excuse to fondle an uptight mare's tits, but now I had to come up with an elevator pitch? What in the world had happened to this conversation? "Uh, okay. Um… I guess I was gonna go all-in on the Inspector angle. Someone who… who judged breasts. Inspected them. And used official authority to make recommendations afterward, if need be."

Harshwhinny eyebrows rose with intrigue. "So you're thinking of inventing some kind of government position?" A low giggle bounced her chest in my hands. "A royally sanctioned breast fondler. Holding mares and their breasts to a higher standard. What an idea."

"Well, uh… If I could somehow do it as a private business, I would. Maybe with official support, but kind of my own thing." I paused to put my next words in order, lightly squeezing her flesh between my fingers for a moment. "And... 'judging' might be a harsh word for it. You mares all have basically perfect, wonderful breasts at any size. It'd be… more about seeing if there's some kind of lifestyle issue or disconnect between the mare and her rack, and trying to fix that. So… sort of a medical, therapy angle, still?"

The implications seemed to amuse her further. "Hmhmhmm! Medical breast fondling. Breast fondling insurance. Subsidized breast fondling! Ohohoho!" She looked down at me with a toothy grin. "You know, the funniest thing about all this is, from any other stallion, this would be a crackpot idea. But from you, I have a feeling… You might actually be able to pull it off! Convince the Equestrian government to give you authority over breasts!" With another giggle, she added, "How absurd is that??"

"Pretty absurd," I admitted, getting back into my good humor. I took my subtle revenge by nestling my face between her rack and smooshing her tits against my face again.

"Mmm," she hummed, reclining back a little under my attention. "So, Mr. Pascal… Would you hire anypony else? Maybe come up with some kind of certification test for Breast Inspectors– Pff-ahaha!"

God, there was another thing I hadn't considered for this stupid porn-excuse plot device of mine. "Um… I dunno. I kind of hoped to keep it at just me."

"Oh, but there are so many mares that need help, young man!" Harshwhinny said with mock distress. "In theory, anyway."

A female voice from the table immediately behind me said, "Yeah, you're actually making this sound pretty good." I looked back to see a young pony couple – a blue earth pony mare and a gray unicorn stallion, the mare possessing a larger-than-head-sized bosom that I certainly wouldn't mind 'inspecting.'

The stallion looked at his partner with surprise. "You'd be down for something like that?"

The mare gestured at me and Harshwhinny. "Look at her. I can think of worse things than getting, well, worshiped like that for a while."

"Well, dang," the stallion remarked. To me, he grinned and said, "Yeah, are you hiring in this hypothetical situation? 'Cause I'd like to get in on that."

The mare gave him a playful slap on the arm. "Hey, you might get mine eventually, you horndog." She didn't seem overly mad. I guess given the situation, a little bit of eyes wandering was an inevitability.

"Can't blame a colt for trying," he quipped back with a sheepish smile.

"Mr. Pascal?" Ms. Harshwhinny said to regain my attention. "It's your idea. What's the verdict?"

I honestly had no idea. The reaction of the couple behind me had thrown me off further than Harshwhinny alone. Once I had other stallions fondling other mares' breasts with official authority, where did it end? What were the potential risks? How would that affect culture and sexuality in general if there truly were Professional Breast Inspectors in the world? Damn.

"I dunno. I just wanted to feel up some mares' breasts," I muttered quietly, quite cowed and humbled by this experience. "And y'know, I'm starting to think that… having some sort of pretense of cold professional distance between me and the mare I'm with… That's the last thing I want. That's the last thing I NEED."

"A fair point," Harshwhinny conceded.

"Darn. Oh well," the stallion behind me said half-sarcastically.

I looked back at the couple at the table. "Hey, you two are an item, right?" When they nodded and confirmed, I said, "Then there's nothing stopping you from, y'know, conducting your own breast fondling sessions."

The two ponies went a little red at that. "I… I don't know…" the mare mumbled. "Have we been going out long enough to go past the half pole?"

Half pole? What?

"W-Well, it would be a big step forward…" the stallion murmured. "But… Maybe we could follow his example and keep it, y'know… 'professional'? You said you kinda wanted treatment like that…"

"I guess…"

"Wait wait wait," I cut in. "You ponies base your intimacy metaphor… around horse-racing?!"

They just stared at me, but I was busy doing the math in my head. If second base (heavy petting) was the half-mile pole, did that make third base the quarter pole (measured from the end)? Was first base the three-quarters pole? Or was it somehow even more complicated than the baseball metaphor, with even more stages along the eighth and sixteenth measurements??

I shook my head, banishing that entire useless train of thought in an instant. "Look, just try it out," I implored them. "Take it slow. You might find out it's something you don't mind doing more often."

They brightened up at that. "Yeah, why not?" the mare replied. "Thanks, Mr. Pascal."

"No kidding," the stallion agreed. He was clearly looking forward to it.

Ms. Harshwhinny cleared her throat. "I take it I've passed my 'inspection'?"

At this point, I realized I only had one hand on her boobs. It'd been that way for the past minute. "Yeah," I said simply. "Sorry, kinda lost track there."

"Not a problem," she replied, reaching for her black bra. "You've sufficiently entertained me, and I'm not one of those mares that is overly sensitive there anyway."

"Hey, nothin' wrong with those mares," I muttered mostly to myself.

While Harshwhinny put on her bra and buttoned up her front, the couple I'd been talking with had apparently finished their meal, so they walked right by us with a friendly wave in my direction, leaving the store like nothing weird was happening. Or maybe they were just being polite. I was starting to wonder where on the spectrum this kind of thing landed when it came to my power.

The mare in front of me stood up, once again a tall, prim, professional female. She watched the pony couple leave with a serious look. "You know…" she murmured.

I waited for her words with a sense of incoming dread. Like, 'oh great, what now?'

"Forget this 'Professional Inspector' idea; you could make this work as a syndicated social movement." She glanced sideways at me, a hint of deviousness in her eyes. "I have a friend who charitably calls herself a 'consultant.' Between your charm and her savvy, you could market public breast fondling as some kind of new-age lifestyle. There'd be book deals, speaking tours… You'd make a pretty penny, too, acting as the face of the year's hot new trend. What do you think?"

What did I think? I was stunned. Part of me realized she was just running with this for a few laughs, but I couldn't help but take her seriously. After all, I COULD make what she was describing as a reality. And it might even help with my whole Normality problem, if I could spread my new 'lifestyle' far and wide…

Except… not really. What Harshwhinny was describing would take weeks to set up, let alone execute. I was on a timer measured in hours. But more than that, there was one other issue I had with the plan.

"That's…" I chuckled shyly. "That's very, very cynical."

Harshwhinny grinned and laughed hard, putting a hand over her eyes for a second. "And – I'm sorry – fondling a mare's breasts in public is NOT cynical?"

I regained some of my lost confidence. "Expecting a woman, er, mare to let me fondle her breasts just because I asked nicely?" I gave her a playful shrug, and said, "I can't think of anything more naive."

The mare's hand drifted to her chin, and she chuckled some more. "Hmhmhm. Touché. Tou-ché." She let out a couple of big sighs to calm down from her near nonstop mirth. "Mr. Pascal… You are an absolute treat. And I don't say that about many ponies, let alone humans. You may have ruined my weekend, but you have utterly made my day." She reached into her coat pocket and brought out a business card for me. "Should our paths cross again, I wouldn't mind another 'inspection.'"

My eyes widened, and with delight I took the card. It was her Equestria Games card. No number (the state of telephones in Equestria was still a mystery to me), but there were several addresses for offices in Canterlot and Manehattan where I could likely contact her. Marveling at the minor miracle this represented, I pocketed the card in my pants and said, "I'd love to. Yours are absolutely… Well, they pass muster."

"Oh! What a professional response," Harshwhinny replied in a mock impressed tone. Then she gave me one last amused smile and turned to leave. "Have a good day, Mr. Pascal. And I'd give your companion some attention if I were you."

She crossed the threshold of the donut shop, and I turned around to look at the naked mare I'd momentarily forgotten about in that tangent. My heart might've skipped a beat just then.

Trixie had been doing provocative poses for probably the entire time, but this one took the cake. Her back was to me at a slight angle, but she had her hands on the table and was leaning over it, letting her enormous naked breasts hang, the undersides lightly touching the surface. Her back was arched, legs spread a little bit, her ass thrust out, and her tail draped over her side. This allowed me to see every detail of her bubble butt and her extremely succulent legs. And I couldn't help but watch, transfixed, as Trixie took advantage of my attention to flex the outer lips of her vulva, giving me a glimpse at the moist cavern within.

I just had to laugh, in a helpless, overstimulated kind of way. I stared at the floor of the shop and shook my head in bewilderment, just wondering: How the hell did someone like me land in a situation like this?!

Slowly, I walked over to the Naked and Lustful Trixie, my gait a little stiff from the growing discomfort in my pants. The unicorn woman looked back at me with a mix of satisfaction and mild impatience. "Did you have fun over there?" she asked with a teasing lilt, wiggling her rear at me.

I just shook my head again in a daze. "It was weird…" Then I glanced over at the box of donuts on the table. Like I'd asked, there were a dozen non-standard donuts in there. Some of them looked downright unconventional, too, including one topped with tiny marshmallows, of all things.

Trixie's brow furrowed at my lack of attention to her wanting body. "So, um…" She wiggled her butt some more. "So weird you don't want this?"

I threw up my hands a little and plopped them onto my thighs. "I'm sorry, I'm a little frazzled from… from having to come up with a business plan for my stupid porn idea!" I put a hand to my temple, because I was starting to get a headache from all the planning and implications I'd run through in the span of a minute. "I was not expecting that at all."

"Oh. Wow. You are actually freaking out a little."

With a long sigh, I said, "Yeah, I know. I just…" I cut off that sentence with a grunt and thought about it for a few seconds. "I just said it'd be easy, right? To spread sex everywhere? Well, everyone rationalizes this stuff in their own way. Most of my interactions with, well, everyone so far have thrown some kind of curveball at me, something I didn't expect. So now I'm thinking, well, maybe… Maybe I don't have a clue. Maybe I don't have nearly as much control as I need to… to…"

I let the words 'to survive' or 'to change all of Equestria' hang in the air as I trailed off. I sat down on the stool next to where Trixie stood, trying my best to calm myself down.

Trixie abandoned her current pose and assumed a different one, sitting on the table itself and giving me (and most of the shop) a tantalizing angle on her body. Then she raised one eyebrow at me. "You do remember that you dominated Trixie with a single sentence, right?"

"I made you feel agreeable to it," I replied. "Or more accurately, I made you not object to it. Or think that it was bad."

"And is that not enough?"

"I just listed like three possible rationalizations. How many more could it have been? How many more could it be for every single pony in Equestria I try to do this to?"

"Pascal… Master…" Trixie scoffed and chuckled. "You just fondled the breasts of the Equestria Games Inspector in public. So what if she grilled you a bit? From what I've heard, she does that to almost everypony she meets. If anything, you got off easy!"

"Yeah, but…"

"Not to mention what we accomplished at the hotel. That seemed to go off without a hitch."

She had a point there. "Yeah, and that was a bit more planned. Here, I was just improvising and flying by the seat of my pants. But that's the whole problem. I've got this active timer on me, so I'm pressured to go fast fast fast, but… In order to do any of this right, I need to actually plan it out. So, you see where the stress comes from?"

Trixie scrunched her mouth thoughtfully and glanced down at my slowly deflating crotch. "I don't suppose it's the kind of stress a quick FUCK would help with?" She emphasized the operative word with stinging force.

And, again, what kind of man was I that this was a hard decision?! Part of me wanted to focus on making a big change to the shop to get the Normal threat out of the way, to remove that element of stress. But on the other hand… Not only was I enticed by Trixie's body, but it looked like she was really starving for some kind of consummation of our partnership. And all of this freaking out on my part had to be coming across as really inconsiderate. The power was probably helping her see my side, but some aspect of frustration seemed to be creeping through.

I put my hands on my knees, blew out a big breath, and said, "Yeah, let's do it."

"Are you sure?" Trixie asked, already scooting over to me.

"Nah," I replied honestly. "But whatever."

I scooted back on my stool and spread my legs slightly, giving Trixie room to slide off the table and into my lap. Her horn glowed, her magic beginning the work of undoing my belt and pants. And I just sat there tiredly as her breasts compressed against my torso just beneath my neck, obscuring everything that was happening below.

Seeing it happen was impossible through all that blue flesh, but I could certainly feel every detail as my half-hard manhood was pulled through the gap by magic. I could feel her mons press my shaft, my head rubbing up against her trim stomach as it hardened. The contact with the horny mare's body made me aware of every inch of my new length, and yet…

I had to scoff. "You feel that?" I said, thrusting my hips a little to shake my length against her lower torso. "Back on my world, I'd have a shot at being a porn star. But here…" I reached down and laid my hand flat against the top of my erection, then raised it six inches higher, pushing up the bottoms of her breasts. "You demand that much more at minimum. Preferably…" My hand dove up through Trixie's compressed cleavage another six inches, just barely parting the surface enough to see the tips of my fingers deep within. "…around that."

Trixie smirked and scoffed at that, lifted her body up, surrounded my head between her breasts, and then gently eased down onto my member. I let out a sharp gasp as my head was almost gobbled up in tight wetness, followed by the rest of my shaft getting slowly sucked inside until her hips landed on mine again.

While her hips squirmed and her pussy massaged my cock from within, she let out a chuckle, though strained slightly by our mutual pleasure. "You're just a… little ball of worries, aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged," I mumbled from within the breast-prison surrounding my head. I took a deep shuddering breath, and then allowed my upper body to slump and relax as I took in the scent and sensation of Trixie's overflowing assets. Her skin was cool and dry from being exposed to the open air, but it was still smooth and soft, and there was a warmth beneath the surface that was greatly comforting.

To say nothing of the intense warmth within her, stimulating the most sensitive part of my body. The way her inner passage would go from a cozy, velvet tunnel to a tight, vice-like squeeze, and then repeating. Going faster, then slower. We barely needed to move our hips, but I made some effort anyway to cause some distracting friction, so that she wasn't the only one doing the work.

We sat like that for a while, sort of humping and sort of not, just letting the rhythmic and instinctive squeezing of Trixie's pussy do most of the work for both of us. The tension in my body slowly drifted into my cock, in a way, as each cycle of moist rubbing brought me closer and closer to the edge – and away from everything else on my mind.

"Haah… Haaaah! Yes, finally…! Mm!" My magician seemed to be enjoying herself, too. She was just about the only thing I could hear through the boobflesh. I thought I heard the donut shop door open as well, but since no one was bothering us I hardly cared.

As I got more and more into it, my desire to take action grew. My hands roamed over Trixie's back, legs, and rear, eventually settling on the firm globes of her ass to squeeze. I pushed down in time with her thrusts, adding more force to our coupling.

She gasped, I grunted, skin bounced around as far as I could feel. Sweat and various fluids gathered on our bodies – I was smooching and drooling all over her cleavage at this point, too. I leaned back and my hands jumped up to the sides of Trixie's tits, smooshing them even harder against the sides of my face, cutting off just about all light and sound and air. My thrusting became staggered, almost a strain to perform.

I could feel through her breasts as she got close too, how her core trembled and her thrusting slowed… then went erratically fast. Both of us dashed across the finish line – I pulsed into her, and her wet tunnel milked it out of me with her orgasmic twitches. She let out a cry into the shop, and I a moan into her breasts.

We both relaxed once the pleasure had taken its course, with me trying not to fall off my stool while she laid against me. Her boobs slowly drifted off my shoulders, and light returned to my eyes. I looked past them to see her face, flushed and sweaty and looking like she'd had a good time.

Given the situation that put us here, I thought I should say something helpful. "Pro tip…" I started in a raspy voice.

"Yeah?" she gasped.

I patted the sides of her breasts. "Anytime I start getting uppity like that… Just these. Around my head. That'll do the trick."

She laughed, sending her abundant naked body jiggling around my mostly clothed one. "Your secret weakness, huh?"

I chuckled back. "We've been talking about mind control, but really, let's talk about what's controlling ME…"

"Oh my GOSH!" a voice to our side shouted.

We both looked to the side to see a group of mares near the shop counter. One of them, the one looking at us with a bright, toothy grin, was a busty blue unicorn with a two-tone mane, wearing a blue-striped polo shirt stretched over a pair of large torpedo tits that projected over a foot off her torso. Still grinning, she looked straight at me and said, "You're the human, aren't you?! The one that appeared in Ponyville, the one our friend Lyra was SO excited about!"

A look at the rest of the group confirmed my suspicions: Not only was the mare talking to us Minuette, but the other three members of her party were Twinkleshine – pink-maned off-whitish unicorn, cantaloupe-sized melons, wearing a low-neckline shirt and a jacket – Lemon Hearts – whose soft head-sized bust I recognized from the Ponyville market – and Moondancer – wearing her trademark ratty black sweater over the largest pair of the bunch, round and soft and competing with Trixie for size. These were Twilight Sparkle's Canterlot friends.

It seemed like quite the coincidence I'd run into these four mares at this particular time, but I guess Joe's Donut Shop was their go-to place to hang out on a Spring afternoon.

The three accompanying mares were looking at us with wildly different expressions. Twinkleshine with casual curiosity, Moondancer with mild shock and bewilderment, and Lemon Hearts with embarrassed surprise.

"Oh, crap," I reacted aloud. "This is our second meeting, right, Lemon Hearts?"

"Y-Yeah…" The yellow unicorn wasn't Fluttershy levels of shy, but the embarrassing situation was bringing a little meekness out of her.

I shook my head, appreciating how my dick was still buried in Trixie's snatch. "What a way to make a first AND second impression. Whoops."

"It's fine…"

Moondancer looked worriedly at Lemon Hearts through her thick glasses. "He was – ahem – when you saw him before??"

"Um, yeah, back in Ponyville, when I was out shopping."

Moondancer just turned back at me with a lightly squinting, studying look.

Minuette, on the other hand, took a step closer and looked around at my head. "You ARE a human, aren't you! The ears are different, the muzzle's shorter…" With a grin, she added, "And I bet once your marefriend gets off, what's 'down there' will look different too, hehe!"

Trixie smirked. "Oh, I'm not his marefriend." She took me by surprise by rubbing her whole body against me and striking as seductive a pose as she could manage while laying on top of me. "I'm his SEX SLAVE…" she announced with an exaggerated huskiness to her voice.

As arousing as it was, I had to wince a little. I wasn't the kind of guy to go around bragging, but Trixie had taken the choice away from me.

The statement caught all the mares off guard in different ways, as well as garnered a few looks from the rest of the shop. Minuette whistled. Twinkleshine just looked mildly impressed. Lemon Hearts blushed, and her wide eyes locked onto Trixie, particularly the large blue breast that was hanging off my side. And Moondancer… You could almost see the question marks and interrobangs appearing over her head as she stared at me and tried to process this.

"Wow," Twinkleshine said, the first to respond. "How'd you land something like that?"

"It's a consensual thing," I was all too quick to clarify. "Just for today." This made Trixie pout; I had ruined the shock value for my little performer.

"Sweet!" Minuette replied. "Wish I could have a sex slave for a day…" She stared off dreamily into space for a moment, then focused her exuberance back on me. "So what brings you to Canterlot? How's Lyra been these past few days? What's it like being an alien in Equestria? Ooh! Y'know what? You should hang out with us!"

"W-What?" Moondancer croaked.

I shrugged. "Sure. We've even got a dozen donuts to share, if you want 'em. I mean, I'm not sure what I was gonna do with a whole dozen myself. Probably eat half like a slob, but… This sounds healthier."

"Awesome! Any objections, girls?"

"N-No…"

"Can't say I do."

Moondancer braced the side of her head with her hand, like she was feeling a headache coming on. "I… guess??"

I took a mental note to keep an eye on the bespectacled unicorn, then turned my head to Trixie. "Trixie, ah, if you wouldn't mind…"

"Aww," Trixie whined, but smiled and, with aching slowness, pulled herself up off my deflated cock. It was dripping with our fluids, but Trixie cast a spell to make us dry, just like that.

Minuette grinned as my now-dry cock met the open air. "Nice. So you are different down there."

I couldn't resist. "Well, aren't you a horny one?"

That got a loud groan from all five girls, followed by some embarrassed chuckling or 'that was bad' from a couple of them. A couple of customers within earshot also joined in to berate me for my awful pun.

"Oh, c'mon!" I protested with a silly grin on my face. "I've only been in Equestria for three weeks, and I haven't made that joke yet. I get to have that one!"

"Just that one," Twinkleshine insisted with a roll of her eyes and a smirk.

Minuette sighed and grinned. "To be fair… He's totally right." She stepped away and towards the shop counter, saying, "Alright, we'll order, and then you're telling your whole life's story to make up for that pun!"

"Sure thing," I agreed.

The four Canterlot mares turned toward Joe to begin their order, though Moondancer's eyes lingered a second longer than the rest. She was clearly suspicious of me, though I had to wonder why. The Normal still seemed to be working, but what was it about Moondancer that gave her more… resistance? If that's what it was?

Trixie, still lounging in my lap, interrupted my thoughts with a cough and a couple of pats on my shoulder. When I looked at her, she tilted her head towards the counter suggestively.

After a few more head-tilts, I got it. She wanted me to use my power to sexualize the transaction like I had the hotel earlier. There was a problem this time, however. "I… dunno," I whispered back lamely.

"You're getting reluctant again?" Trixie whispered back.

"No, I just… Agh. Everything I can think of boils down to 'something something special glazing.' Or 'special filling.'"

Trixie gave me a low giggle. "Sounds good enough."

"No, no, something's not… It's not clicking for me."

"Just try it!" the magician insisted. Trixie got up off my lap and onto her feet, giving me a couple of shoves to encourage me out of my seat. "Go, go!"

"Ack, fine…" I got up reluctantly and made my way towards the counter, where the Canterlot friends were making their order. "Uh… Hmm. You should, uh…" I felt exponentially more awkward with every word that escaped my mouth. "You girls should, uh… order the, um." I sighed, and with a defeated tone, muttered, "'Special glaze.'"

Everyone, including Joe, looked at me with utter confusion.

I looked to Joe and made some jack-off motions with my hand. "'Special glaze.'"

"For Luna's sake…" Trixie grumbled as her naked self walked up next to me. "If you're going to propose something like this, you need to do it with confidence."

It slowly dawned on Joe. "Are you suggesting I…? All over…?"

"YES," Trixie and I said simultaneously.

An awkward moment of silence followed.

Minuette shrugged slowly. "I wouldn't mind trying it."

"Are you serious?" Moondancer asked.

"Well, I dunno," Minuette admitted. "It sounds like crazy fun, but… What would I do after, just wear it on me the rest of the day?"

"I could make it okay to do that," I offered.

"Really? But… Even then, I'll be smelly and I'll have to launder these clothes twice. And I dunno if I wanna get naked just to take one load."

Joe coughed. "And uh, I'm, uh, not to toot my own horn, but I'm… pretty productive, heh. Not gonna… I mean, I'd have to mop up after, and you're sayin' I should offer that to just any customer?"

"Couldn't you just use a stain removal spell?" Twinkleshine pointed out conversationally.

"Little known fact about those," Joe said, "they get, like – what was it – cubically harder to cast the bigger and more viscous the mess is. Past a certain point, it's easier to just mop it up. Especially if you gotta cast it a bunch of times."

"Maybe, um, enchant the floor to be self-cleaning?" Minuette suggested.

Moondancer went a little wide-eyed and adjusted her glasses. "We're still discussing this?"

"Oh boy, floor enchantments," Joe groaned. "I'll admit, I've always wanted to have a floor that's never sticky from spilled soda. But talk about expensive. For a floor, it's by the square-foot, and only temporary at that. The max they'll usually go is 100 hours at a time, so if you want to go longer you gotta get 'em refreshed every four days. And if you want it permanent? A whole floor? Mostly people get that enchantment on personal items, a portrait or something. Tiling just one room with stain-proof flooring would strain even a Princess's budget."

My eyebrows were as high as they could go. "Huh. Didn't realize there was a whole industry there."

Joe shrugged and sighed. "Like I said, I've looked into it before. And I've catered at some really weird joints. …Where were we? Right, this whole 'special glaze' idea. Yeah, as lovely a fantasy as that would be, it'd just be too much hassle. And who'd willingly order that over any of my donuts, anyway?"

"I might!" Minuette said encouragingly. "If only because Canterlot's so prim and proper normally. It could use some shaking up, some adventure!"

"I wouldn't," Lemon Hearts added as a counterpoint. "Not that I'd mind anyone else ordering it, but it wouldn't be… um… my preference." I noticed her eyes darting towards Trixie's breasts again, just for a split second.

Trixie just looked at me questioningly, apparently not sure why this suggestion had failed despite my power.

I leaned over to her and whispered, "Logistics. It's all about logistics. Not objecting, per se, just… not wanting to deal with the side effects." I shook my hands in front of me in chaotic exasperation. "I KNEW there was something that didn't fit. I knew it."

Trixie's gaze fell to the ground. She was starting to learn what I'd been learning over the past three days: That this power was harder to use than it looked.

"If we're all done discussing something impossible…" Moondancer almost growled, moving up to the front of the group to make her order. "Since apparently we're sharing his donuts, I'll just get a hot chocolate with marshmallows and cinnamon. And… Actually, I'll get one donut for myself, too. Got anything special today?"

"Glad you asked!" Joe replied with a great big smile. "I've been on a big fruit kick this week. Today I've got a few passion fruit raspberry donuts. Passion fruit puree glaze with a light raspberry drizzle cross. I've started topping them with a single fresh raspberry, too, so it looks like the bow on the drizzle ribbon…"

My eyes widened in sudden realization, and I smacked my forehead, interrupting the exposition. "I'm a fucking clod," I muttered to myself, then stepped up to the counter. "You're a chef. This is your livelihood. Your passion. Your art. Asking you to bukkake random customers has absolutely nothing to do with that."

Joe blinked, then nodded. "Yeah, basically."

"But here's what I'm saying. What I SHOULD have said first." My confidence was returning. A smile grew on my face. "I'm saying you should consider your own semen as a new ingredient."

The reactions to this were as varied as they were before. Moondancer was again the most shocked, and Minuette was the most immediately on-board. Trixie just looked on with a smile to match my own.

Joe, for his part, was puzzled but not dismissive. "I see what you're sayin'… But how would I use it? In the dough, as a glaze, a drizzle, a topping? What does it go with? What does it clash with?"

"That's just it; I'm not the expert, you are. All I'm saying is that I strongly believe there's an untapped market for foods that feature sexual fluids in some way. And really, donuts might be the best type of food to capitalize on this! But figuring out how it works as an ingredient… That's not my job. That's yours."

Moondancer made an effort to pick up her jaw. "That… You'd have to… There's no way the health inspectors and royal food administration would allow that… is there?"

My usual answer was at the ready. "If anyone has a problem, just remind them that Pascal the human made the suggestion and gave you the go-ahead."

"Is that so?" Joe said, mildly impressed. "You got connections or somethin'?"

"Let's just say people find my permission very reassuring."

Joe put a hand on his chin. "Huh… Semen as an ingredient for donuts… I wouldn't even know where to start."

Since I seemed to have him convinced, it was time for the coup de grace. My smile widened, and I said, "Of course. You need to know what you're working with. I'm not saying you should have a cum-flavored donut by the end of the day. I'm saying that today… you should get to know your flavor." I paused for dramatic effect, then added, "And get some second opinions by letting your customers have free samples."

"What, you mean… While I work? Today?"

"Yep."

"Right here? Just go to town? On myself?"

"Absolutely. You have my permission."

Joe considered, considered some more, and after a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, he finally shrugged, smiled, and said, "Alright then. Sounds like you know what you're talking about."

Off to the side, Trixie fist-pumped and hissed out a "Yes" through her teeth.

Moondancer let out a panicky sound and said, "Uh, can I get my order first? Before you get your hands, um, dirty?"

"Oh, right." Joe looked down at his crotch, then back up at us with a grin. "But who said I needed to use my hands?"

His horn lit up as he walked away to prepare Moondancer's hot chocolate. His hands worked at the counter to prepare the mare's order, but his magic worked on another project altogether. His apron was flipped aside, exposing the bulge built into his work pants. A long zipper came undone, and the pouch was opened.

When he returned with Moondancer's items, his long dark brown horsedick was completely exposed and rapidly gaining hardness. His magic manipulated the shaft, running up and down as his hands took the bits from Moondancer's trembling fingers. The guy could certainly multitask.

As the busty bookworm retreated to the furthest empty table she could find, Twinkleshine stepped up and placed her order. As the transaction took place, Joe's magically stimulated cock approached full erection, long enough to poke at his chin. He also took a moment to fish out his overly large balls from the crotch-pouch, filling the immediate area with his musky scent. True to his word, not once did his hands or any of the products come into contact with anything unclean.

When Lemon Hearts stepped up, doing her best to avoid looking at the long horsecock and instead look at Trixie whenever possible, Joe obliviously took things a step further. Without any ceremony, he took the head of his own cock into his mouth and started lightly sucking – not too hard as to make loud slurps and disturb the other customers, but enough that he didn't need to use his magic anymore.

Trixie was openly fingering herself at the sight. I just kind of watched, transfixed at the spectacle and suffering a bit of size envy as well.

At last, it was Minuette's turn, and she was openly appreciative of Joe's autofellatio. "Mind if I get a 'sample' when you're done?" she asked almost innocently.

Joe nodded, then grunted, and suddenly his hips started pumping, driving his cock further into his own maw. It was impossible not to see each bulge of trapped fluid running up the underside as he dutifully swallowed each load. Only a little bit dribbled out of his mouth and back down his shaft, which made me wonder if he was experienced with this…

During the final dregs of his orgasm, he beckoned Minuette closer and popped his mouth free of his cock. It lurched forward, dripping a few drops of cum onto the counter, and pointed straight at Minuette. The busty blue unicorn leaned forward with a smile and planted her lips around the cumslit, receiving the last two fresh pulses for her effort.

"Mmm…" Minuette stood up straight and savored the liquid in her mouth for a moment before swallowing it. "It's sweet. Like you!"

Joe blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, eating sugary foods is practically part of the job description. But yeah, the flavor is highly sweet, and the consistency is…" He suddenly made a weird face and stuck his tongue out. "Ech. I can smell my own cum-breath. I'm gonna have to go out and get some mints when my next break comes up."

"Can I get a shake before you do that?"

"Of course!"

Satisfied that my job was done, I turned halfway to Trixie and held up my hand for a high-five. She accepted it with her non-fingering hand, and we shared a bit of slightly evil laughter as we moved back to our table. Our box of donuts was still there, but the mares were over on the other side of the room where Moondancer had sat down. So we ended up moving our stuff over there.

We had to steal a seat from another table, but the six of us – including Minuette a minute later – managed to get ourselves seated and our food spread out. We deposited our box of donuts onto a single central plate, and I got started with a cruller.

"About that life's story…" Minuette began, but caught herself. "Oh, but we've barely even introduced each other! I'm Minuette, that's Twinkleshine, Lemon Hearts, and Moondancer! And you said your name was Pascal, right?"

I nodded and chewed my mildly fancy donut.

Trixie performed a small bow. "And I am the Great and Powerful Trixie, currently Pascal's sex slave."

"Right…" Moondancer murmured.

"So yeah!" Minuette soldiered on. "How about you start with before you came here? What were things like on your planet?"

Trixie looked toward me, wiping her hands off with some napkins. "I haven't heard this story yet either."

I swallowed my mouthful of cruller and leaned forward with my elbows on the table. "Geez, I dunno. That's the least interesting part. Suffice to say Equestria's a much nicer place in general than Earth, monsters and mishaps and… mobs aside. And my life there… Let's just say my prospects weren't all that great. I was surviving, and I had distractions to spare, but I didn't have much else going for me."

"Still…" Lemon Hearts spoke up, "finding yourself in another world has to be jarring."

Somberly, I nodded. "To say the least. I'm far away from everything I've ever known."

"How did you get here, anyway?" Twinkleshine asked.

This was the more interesting and more complicated part. "An… accidental teleportation spell."

Minuette chuckled. "Isn't that always how this sort of thing goes? Who cast it? Tell us! Twilight Sparkle? The princesses, maybe?!"

I let the question hang a moment for effect, then said, "The planet."

For once, I had gotten Moondancer's undivided attention. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Twilight explained it the long way around, but what I took from it was some kind of magical solar flare, but from this planet. Some buildup of magical energy from everybody casting spells that… bursts out every so often."

"A discharge from the arcanosphere?" Moondancer clarified. "But… that energy just disperses. It crashes off stellar bodies or gets scattered by cosmic rays. It doesn't… It doesn't reach another planet and cast a spell!"

"Nine-thousand, nine-hundred ninety-nine times out of ten-thousand, that's right," I said. "Or at least, that's what Twilight told me. But this one time, the direction this energy traveled, there just happened to be nothing in the way. It traveled allll the way to Earth before it finally hit something. And then there was enough energy remaining to cast a random spell. I'm just lucky that all it decided to do was yank me back. Well, I say lucky…"

"Wow," Trixie remarked, "so the stars quite literally aligned to bring you here."

I had to laugh at that, though it was a bit forced. I stood up and gestured at the table we were all sitting around. "So imagine a cylinder about… yeah, about this wide, and about thirty feet high. What you've got is a vertical slice of my apartment. The roof, my room, the room below me, and a few feet of the foundation. All of that, just in an instant, gets vaporized and warped right back to Equestria. ...And about twenty feet off the ground."

"Just like that? Did you even realize what was happening?" Lemon Hearts asked.

Sitting back down, I said, "Not at all. One moment I'm in my room, the next I'm falling out of the sky along with a good portion of my house. Below me and on top of me. So I get knocked out in the fall, almost crushed to death, sandwiched by my own house. Not fun, wouldn't recommend it. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in Ponyville General Hospital. My wounds are magically healed, buuut I'm in quarantine. Y'know, because I'm a new species, or perhaps a very old species, or maybe I could be carrying infectious diseases or something. Thus begins a week-long series of trials and tests and samples and questions and… ugh."

I slumped, both because I didn't like recalling that week and because I wasn't used to talking for so long, being the center of attention for so long.

"You certainly seem to have had it rough," Trixie said quietly.

"I like to think so," I muttered back. "That was just the beginning of the rough patch, though. And really… Hell, I haven't gotten away from the hard times yet. Just… gotten a little break."

I reached for another donut, but reconsidered. I was parched from all the talking I was doing. But both Trixie and I had forgotten to order drinks. I could've just gone up to the counter and asked for some more free food, but I had a much pervier idea.

"Excuse me!" I stood up and addressed the shop at large. "Are any mares in the room currently capable of expressing milk?"

Moondancer, who'd been sipping on her cinnamon hot chocolate, sputtered and slammed the mug down on the table, causing some of it to spill out. "E-Excuse me?! You just ask for it like that?!"

Trixie narrowed her eyes at the bespectacled unicorn. "What exactly is her problem?" It took me a second to realize that, even though she wasn't looking at me, I was the one she was asking. I didn't have an answer right away.

"Hey, c'mon Moondancer," Twinkleshine said politely. "He just wants a drink. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Nothing…?!" Moondancer stood up and started to object, then put her hand on her head again. "That's… But… He's breaking so many LAWS…"

Now my attention was on Moondancer, because I finally understood the problem. "You've studied." If she'd actually read about the laws of the land, then she'd know a lot of what I was doing wasn't legal. She'd know that for a fact. Which meant that when the Normal made her rationalize, it couldn't go for the legal angle, a.k.a. 'maybe it's okay when he does it' or 'maybe he's an exception' or 'maybe it's not that important.' She knew exactly what was supposed to be enforced.

Then again, Joe would know about food regulations too, being a restaurant owner and worker, yet he'd allowed me to convince him to provide his own pony semen to his customers. So Moondancer seemed to be exceptionally strong-willed on top of simply being knowledgeable.

Or something like that. For whatever reason, the Normal was having a hard time finding the right vector of rationalization for her. Which meant it might eventually land somewhere… unusual.

Moondancer locked on me with revelation dawning in her eyes. "You… This is magic. It HAS to be magic!"

There we go. She'd caught on like the Princesses had, but eventually…

"You think so?" Minuette asked curiously, looking at me then back at her. "Well… I mean, so what if it is? Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Is there… anything…" Moondancer held her head and backed away from the table. I could tell she was struggling to maintain her sense of indignation. "This… He's tricking you! Controlling you!"

Lemon Hearts shrunk in her seat. "Okay… If you say so…"

Moondancer stared at her friends with horror and backed away towards the door. "I'm… I'm staying the hell away from him, and so should you!" And with that, she charged out and started running down the street.

A second stretched out to an eternity for me as I considered her through the windows. Having someone actively resisting me was new, but no reason to worry, right? What was she going to do? Warn somebody? I'd already alerted the Princesses myself. I was well aware by now that there was no maximum range on this power, nor any limits on who it would affect. Eventually, I knew, her mind would rationalize and fall into line.

Something about that made me panic. "Shit!" I shouted, and started scrambling after her a second after she'd stormed out.

Trixie stood up. "Should I…?"

"Keep them entertained!" I yelled back without thinking. For some reason, I already believed I had to leave Trixie and Moondancer's friends out of this.

I burst out the door and looked right to see Moondancer sprinting down the street as fast as she could. I ran after her. Within two seconds, my muscles started burning. No matter how quickly I'd healed (Oh hell, had that been the Normal's fault too? Changing my body to be more like a healthy stallion overnight?), I'd still just had a body-altering surgery yesterday. Walking around and fucking was one thing; a foot chase was quite another.

"I can't turn it off!" I called after her, gasping afterwards.

"Then stay away from me!" she screeched back. But in doing so, she failed to look where she was going, and ended up tripping right after. "Aaaah!" She landed on the ground tits-first – making for a soft landing – and accidentally presenting everyone on the street, including me, with a great view of her wide hips and generous ass through her khakis.

I tried to keep my lusts out of my mind for the moment. I quickly caught up to her, and found her curled up on the ground, her hands over her ears. She had no idea that it was useless.

I reached down and pulled a hand away from her ear. She struggled against me, but in the moment I had where she could clearly hear me, I yelled, "You can say no to me!"

That surprised her, and her fighting weakened for a moment.

There was a ringing sound in my head, but I kept going. "You don't have to rationalize everything I do!" My head pulsed and throbbed, but I barely noticed. "You can judge me by your own… your own… standards! AUGH!"

The pain and dizziness caused me to lurch back and clutch my own head. Now I was in trouble. The weakness and the buzzing headache from before was back. The transformation was starting again. My good intentions were about to ruin the whole day's efforts.

I turned toward the street full of ponies and, with the determination of a man backed into a corner, pushed my pants and underwear down just enough to expose my junk.

Gesturing at my crotch with both hands and a pelvic thrust, I bellowed at the top of my lungs, "ATTENTION, EVERYPONY! LOOK... AT MY PENIS!"

It worked. Everyone on the street, a good number of ponies, turned to look at my exposed soft dick and balls. And when they did, the headache lessened to the point where I could deal with it.

"THANK YOU. THAT IS ALL," I shouted again in my most imperious voice.

Behind me, I heard, "What… the fuck?"

I turned back to Moondancer, my dick still hanging out, with an apologetic expression on my face. "Sorry. Had to balance it out somehow." As she stood up, I asked, "Did it work?"

"What?"

I pointed at my genitals again. "What do you think of this?"

Moondancer recoiled. "That's… disgusting!"

Fist-pump time. "Yesss!" Head-throbbing pain time. "Wait, no, no, fuck."

Finally, Moondancer stood up to her full height and glared at me. "What in Tartarus is going on?!"

With a punch-drunk grin, I said, "That's an amazing story!" Then my face fell as I wondered where the hell to start. "A really long story."

The unicorn crossed her arms under her incredible rack. "For once, I'll take the summary. And keep your eyes up here!"

My eyes bounced back up from her sweater-bound breasts, and I couldn't help but marvel at how that almost felt nostalgic. "Alright. So…"

The summary. The summary.

"As of three days ago, I absorbed a magical concept parallel to Discord. The power of Normality. That means that whatever I do, whatever I say, people are okay with. And… I have to use it a bunch, or I die."

She was understandably skeptical. Without my power, she didn't automatically believe me. Still glaring at me, she said, "And that gives you permission to just… mind control everyone?!"

I put my hands up. "Actually, it's not… quite… straight-up mind control. It's a bit more nuanced than that. Actually, let me show you."

There was a suited gray stallion with a cravat and a monocle passing by. A perfect random test subject.

I walked over to him and said, "Sir, the sky is red."

He looked straight up at the clear blue sky with puffy white clouds. He squinted, held up his monacle to try and focus on it, then looked back at me. "Goodness, I can't even tell. Is there some kind of magical glamour disguising it? Or…" He leaned in and inspected me a bit closer. "…you're not a pony, are you? Is it some kind of sense particular to your species?"

Moondancer looked on in utter bewilderment, and I just smiled. "Thanks for participating, sir," I replied in an even tone, "but the sky is not, in fact, red. Now, would you please tell my… assistant what went through your mind when I told you that? Be honest and thorough."

"Oh! I see." He cleared his throat and addressed the lady behind me. "Well, I guess it never crossed my mind that he could be lying. It would not be the first time the sky's suddenly changed color, often while some fiend is attempting to ravage and take over Equestria. I don't mean I was panicking, quite, but I could think of a few reasons why the sky might be red, even if I couldn't see it. Maybe the Princesses were playing around with the heavenly bodies? I wouldn't know."

My temporary exception's jaw had dropped. She looked at me, looked at him, looked at me, then back at him again. "Ooookaaaaayyy… Then what do you think of his pants being down right now?!" she demanded with a point at my pelvis.

The stallion looked down and laughed. "Goodness, ha ha! I'd hardly even noticed. Well, that's quite unusual, but I don't have a problem with it."

"But that's clearly illegal," Moondancer insisted. "It's indecent exposure!"

"I know what the laws are, my lady. But there can be exceptions, can there not?"

"For what?!"

"Maybe... he's a diplomat from a foreign land?"

"IS he?"

The noble looked at me. "Are you?"

I thought about my response, toying with the idea that I could convince him I was if I tried. But I just shook my head. "Nah."

Moondancer pinched between her eyes. "Even if he WAS a diplomat, that would just prevent him from being prosecuted by our laws. He could still be expelled from our nation, judged at home, and labeled a persona non grata here." She looked up again and glared at the stallion. "So he's definitely committing a crime."

The stallion seemed a little nervous, but still just shrugged. "No one else seems to mind, and it's not like he's hurting anyone."

Moondancer took a few rage-filled stomps forward, closing in on the stallion. "What if he WAS hurting someone? What if he MURDERED someone?!"

The monocle popped off his face, and he started to sweat. Even still, he tried to look pleasantly neutral. "W-Well, uh… That would certainly be cause for concern, but I would assume he had a very, VERY good reason…"

The snarl of rage that followed had me worried she was going to strangle my little test subject. I looked to him and said, "Uh, you should probably go."

He quickly caught the hint and walked past Moondancer. "Right. Have a good day."

"Thanks for participating! Again!" I smiled at him until he was out of earshot, then faced Moondancer's glare with a bit of worry. "Okay. I will give you that. THAT is fucking terrifying."

"NNNRRRRGH!" She thrust her hand out at me, and her horn glowed. I found myself bodily raised a few feet into the air, with bands of magic around my limbs to hold me in place, as well as a ring around my neck. She even pulled my pants back up to hide my genitalia again. No one around us reacted much. "You're going to tell me how this works, and how to turn it off!"

This was a bit of a surprise. "Okay…" I groaned through my restraints. "Don't make this about self-defense. I'll turn it back on for you. I mean, I'll have to eventually…"

"Not before you undo whatever you've done to my friends!" A sick sneer crossed her face. "I bet if everyone thinks you're normal… You dying will get ignored too!"

"THAT'S EXACTLY THE PROBLEM!" I yelled.

"Then don't make me stoop down to your level! Tell me how to stop this!"

"I don't know!" Her grip tightened around my neck, but I had a sudden realization. "Wait wait wait! Ack! It's not that simple. Sure, no one will give a damn if I'm dead, but it won't excuse you! I didn't give you permission, which means you'll still be on the hook for manslaughter!"

"Ponyslaughter."

"What-the-FUCK-ever! I'm a man, it's manslaughter! MY POINT. IS. You're not a killer. I'M not a killer. I don't want to MAKE anyone a killer, so put me the FUCK down! I'll tell you everything I know!"

Moondancer held me there for a second, seemingly indecisive about what to do with me. But she didn't get the chance.

Before I knew it, another spell came in and glanced off her horn, distracting her. Then she was tackled by a well-hung pegasus stallion wearing street clothes. A busty unicorn mare followed suit, using her magic to keep me aloft and gently put me back down on the ground. Then she helped pick Moondancer up and restrain her.

"What the hell?!" Moondancer cried out, adjusting her glasses as the two ponies held her back. "Are these your goons?!"

"Nope," I croaked, rubbing my neck. "Those are Celestia's goons."

That made everyone stop, including the goons, who probably hadn't wanted to be identified. They quickly let Moondancer go and stepped away. The stallion ducked into an alley, and the mare glared at both of us. "You two be careful," she muttered, then slipped into a crowd of ponies walking by.

I shook my hips in a proud little jig. "She's still got her spy squad on me! I knew it! Knew it! Ahh… haha! After all, I said it was 'very important' that we meet, didn't I? Sure, she's running out the clock and… probably waiting for me to turn into the normal-est stallion, but we still can't have a meeting if I'm DEAD, can we? That's just pushing the line a biiiit too far."

Moondancer just stared at me, rubbing her arm.. "What in the…"

"Yeah, this situation's fucked up, isn't it?" I added before I ran out of steam entirely. I let out a half-groan, half-sigh, and then looked at Moondancer sadly. Beckoning her with my arm, I said, "C'mon. Let's head back. I'll tell you everything I know, and… then I'll let you and your friends go.

She didn't look openly angry anymore, more confused than anything, but her eyes narrowed at me. "Why should I trust you?"

I let out a bigger sigh, looked around, and gave her a big, wide-armed shrug. "Because I didn't have to chase you down. There's no maximum range to this. Eventually, you would've rationalized what I was doing. I wouldn't have had to worry about you."

"So why come out and…?" She let the rest of that sentence trail off.

It was a good question. "I…" I had to think about that for a second. And the increasing pounding in my head wasn't helping matters. "Having my mind altered is my greatest fear. But doing it to others, that's also kind of my fetish. I know, twisted. But really, in reality… I don't want to brainwash anyone. I wouldn't want that to happen to me. I just… want to have a good time and for others not to mind. And, if possible, for others to have a good time too."

Moondancer shook her head at me, which also shimmied her breasts a bit. "But through sex? Human… Our bodies are built to have lots of it, but that's exactly the reason why we should avoid it!"

"Read some biology textbooks, have you?" I quipped.

"And psychology!" she shouted, before she realized she'd just outed herself as… not having much practical experience. She blushed a bit, then added, "It's been scientifically proven that ponies have a tendency towards submissiveness and addiction."

"Wait, really?"

"Not all ponies, but in large studies, submissive traits – especially when it comes to sex – were more prevalent beyond the margin of error. And addictive personalities, even more so! It's practically in our blood."

Right away, that revelation stood out to me as very significant. Say what you want about damn lies and statistics, but I didn't think this particular former shut-in student was a fool for bad math. If she believed it, she'd probably gone over the proofing, too.

"That's why when we're growing up," Moondancer continued, exasperated, "our parents, our teachers, our authority figures, they all constantly reinforce the idea: 'Ignore your bodies. Just because you're built this way doesn't mean it's all you are. You must be more than this.' And don't you see? You… You corrupting everyone to do sexual things is putting them closer to that rutting beast state!"

I put my hands up. "Okay." I paused as a few ponies passed by us. When they were reasonably out of earshot, I said, "I'm gonna stop you there. 'Any sex at all is corruption'?"

"This isn't just any sex. You're pushing for non-stop, all-day sex! That's what I'm talking about!"

"That still… That's still not putting a whole lot of faith in your fellow pony. Has it occurred to you that these are adults who can probably manage their own–" The buzzing returned in force for a moment, cutting off my speech. I hissed through my teeth and muttered, "Can we JUST get back to the shop and wrap this up?"

"I'd rather not, not until you give me a good reason for why you're doing all this."

"I can't!" I responded, letting out a little helpless laugh. "There's no way. I… I chased you down because I wanted to… to try and see if my situation could be justified to someone. Or… at least see if it sounds sympathetic?" I lost faith in my own words, and hung my head low. "Or maybe just pathetic."

"Got that right," Moondancer said on reflex, but the harsh tone of her voice had softened somewhat. She unfolded her arms. "Fine. The sooner we're away from each other, the better."

"Yeah, same," I groaned, and led the way back to Joe's Doughnut Shop.

I didn't have too long before this exception to the Normal did me in. Having her judge me normally enforced society's uncharitable views of people like me, which strengthened the urge to transform. I could reverse the exception in a moment, but…

"Look," I said. "I have to turn it back on for you eventually. Soon. But hopefully, now that you know more, you won't be brainwashed into rationalizing it some random way. You'll… You'll understand exactly what's going on. You just won't be able to object or stop me. Or want to."

"That's still mind control," Moondancer pointed out sharply as we walked. "That's still a compulsion."

"Yeah, but… But you know when you see something strange, but a part of you says that there's probably a reason for it, even if you don't know it? That it's not that big a deal? That you should accept that it's happening and move on? That's all the power is. Just that voice… but for everything I do and say. And I guess for whatever I tell other people to do."

"That doesn't make it…" We reached the donut shop in the middle of her response, and what we saw inside made us both pause. Joe was still at the counter jacking off for some new customers, but that wasn't what caught our eyes first.

At our table, the one right next to the windows, Moondancer's three friends were in various lewd postures, their faces contorted with pleasure. I could see Trixie's rear end sticking out from the side of the table. Based on her posture and that of the girls', I could only assume that… she was eating Lemon Hearts out, fingering Twinkleshine, and doing something magical with Minuette.

"Hey!" Moondancer shouted, and rushed into the shop.

I stood outside and watched her interrupt the mini-orgy. The three girls jumped up in their seats, clearly startled by Moondancer's voice.

"'Keep them entertained,'" I repeated to myself. "Whoops."

My turn to enter the shop. Moondancer was shouting, but I was distracted by a lanky stallion at a different table standing up and approaching me. "Hey, uh, so those girls started, y'know, messing around with your sex slave… She said it was fine by you, but, uh, I guess the rest of us weren't sure if she was supposed to let them use her. Your wording was a little fuzzy."

I noticed that a few other ponies were looking to me for confirmation. "Trust me, I have no problems with this," I assured them smugly.

"Alright, cool. Thanks." The stallion returned to his seat, though not before looking nervously at the angry unicorn I'd come in with.

Moondancer rounded on me. "This is YOUR fault."

Lemon Hearts kept her head facing down towards the table. "No… No, it's mine… I was the one who–"

"I'm not blaming you, Lemon! It's this perv who brought his slut and made everyone think it's okay to…"

"Woah, hey, hold on a second," I interrupted. To Lemon Hearts, I said, "You were the one who what?"

"Asked," she told me, avoiding Moondancer's fiery gaze and sniffling.

"Only because this sicko managed to pervert your sense of what is right and acceptable in–!"

I moved in. "Okay, woah, woah! Hey!" I pointed at Lemon Hearts. "You're scaring her."

Lemon Hearts was on the verge of tears, which Moondancer only just then noticed. "I…"

"Can we take this outside one more time?" I muttered. "C'mon."

Begrudgingly, Moondancer allowed me to lead her outside the shop and out onto the sidewalk one more time. When the door closed behind us, she rounded on me. "YOU caused that."

"…Yyyyes. Incredibly indirectly."

"You think this is fun? You think this is just some game you can play with other ponies?"

In some sense, my answer would've been yes. I liked it when ponies had pleasurable fun. As long as it was all light and consensual and safe, not unlike a game or activity, I thought it was just barely on the side of justifiable. But that wasn't the point I came out here to make. "Tell me about Lemon Hearts."

"What about her?"

I jabbed my thumb at her through the window. "She's openly lesbian, right?"

"SO??"

"She's been awkward around all the dicks in the room, but her eyes haven't left Trixie's tits since you all came in. So tell me… Is she a little unlucky in love?"

Moondancer was taken aback. "What? Why is that any of your business?"

"It was her eyes on Trixie all that time. Not Minuette, the playful one. Her." I tilted my head towards the table. "So when the opportunity presented itself… I guess she was desperate enough to ask."

"You can't assume that!"

"Can't I? ...No, you're right. I can't assume that and think I'm automatically correct. That's just my reading of it." I bowed slightly and gestured to her. "What do you think, as her friend, the one who knows her better?"

Moondancer, with a pained expression, glanced at Lemon Hearts sniffling in the shop, then down at her shoes. Or rather, her bust.

"Am I right?" I asked.

She glared at me.

"I know you don't want to SAY I'm right. But am I at least a little close? Has something had her upset for a while?"

Moondancer turned away from me and just regarded the yellow unicorn for a while, looking a little hurt all the while. Lemon Hearts alternated between looking at her and me, as if not sure who to believe, whether she'd done the wrong thing or if it was okay. Trixie put a hand on her shoulder and said something we couldn't hear. Lemon Hearts twitched away, though she smiled weakly and apologized after. Twinkleshine gave her a hug, and Minuette took a moment to watch us like we were watching them.

During this, the buzzing in my head got a little louder, a little louder. But I could still hold out a bit longer.

"I know a thing or two about being lonely," I said. Moondancer didn't acknowledge me, but didn't interrupt me either, so I went on. "About being desperate. About having desires and frustrations, and never finding the right outlet for them. About… having a voice in your head telling you you're a bad person for being lonely, desperate, and frustrated. Hearing that every day. After a while… if you don't do something about that, it turns you… It hollows you from the inside out. And you find yourself praying, 'God, all I want is one lucky break, and then I can stop going insane.'"

Moondancer spoke up after a moment of thought. "But we can't indulge that. Some people have desires that are sick and twisted. Ones that hurt others."

"I agree, about stuff like murder. But sex – painless, consensual sex… The thing is, sex is wrapped up, tangled up in so many other things. Body issues, relationship issues. Having sex, or not having sex, affects… us. The self." I was rambling at this point, but I felt like I was onto something, and I started gesturing at the wall as I stumbled over my words. "Sex is… Sex is expression. Sex is catharsis. Vindication. Exploration of… stuff that's hard to see. At least, that's what it's like when it's good, when it's wild and new and… adventurous."

I ran out of words. Moondancer had no more comments, so we just kept staring through the window at our friends. We were probably making them nervous at this point.

I found some new words to say. "See… Here's the thing about my power. It doesn't just turn on the voice that makes you rationalize strange things. It also quiets the voice that's constantly telling you you're wrong, you're bad. Just for a moment. And if there's one good thing I can do with this power, it's that. Just… help people feel better about themselves and work through what ails them."

"Through sex?" Moondancer murmured.

Couldn't help but shrug at that. "It's my passion. Anyway, what I think I'm trying to say is: Lemon Hearts got her break. She got to feel good for a bit. I didn't even create a perfectly safe space for that – she just went for it because she probably wanted it that badly. And the last thing she needed was one of her friends…"

Moondancer suddenly moved, heading for the door and going inside.

"…judging her at full volume," I finished quietly.

I didn't follow her, preferring to watch from outside as Moondancer had this discussion with her friends. Trixie watched her with suspicion, but whatever was said seemed to pacify her, so she moved outside with me to let them talk.

My naked magician stood next to me and watched alongside me. "What's going on with her?"

"What's going on with you?" I had to ask. "A lesbian… fucking… orgy? When I said 'keep them entertained'?"

"Well, I AM a sex slave," Trixie pointed out with a smirk. "In my defense, it didn't start like that. But there wasn't much else to talk about; the whole slave thing came up, Lemon Hearts popped the question, and I said to myself, 'Well, why not?'" She pointed at Moondancer. "So, again, what's her deal?"

I took a deep breath, then said, "I made her a temporary exception to my power."

Trixie looked at me with surprise. "What? You can do that?"

Another wave of buzzing came on, and I held my head in one hand. "Apparently I have to be ultra specific about it. I don't even know if it's permanent; maybe she'd revert to rationalizing once enough time had passed. But on a day like today, it was just the worst possible idea."

"So why do it?"

I'd had to have answered this question about three different ways by now, but this time I went with the simplest one. "Because I felt sorry for her, that's why."

Trixie gave me a pitying look, but nodded.

My headache was reaching a tipping point. It looked like the girls were making up, so I stepped back inside with Trixie right behind me. "Sorry, Moondancer, but it's…"

"MMMMPH!"

All of us turned to see Joe pumping another fresh batch of horse cum into his mouth, before removing his member from his lips and offering the remains to the stallion customer in front of him.

Moondancer shot a look at me, her eyes narrow. I just shrugged, like 'what can you do.'

"Feeling better?" Trixie asked Lemon Hearts.

The unicorn smiled. "Yeah. We've come to an understanding."

Moondancer let out a huff. "You… You were right about one thing, human. I was ultimately in the wrong, turning on my friends like that."

"The name is Pascal. But I'll take it," I muttered. "Now, unfortunately, I've spent about as long as I can stand like this. So… it's time to… time for us to go our separate ways."

"We've got places to be, too," Twinkleshine agreed.

Minuette practically bounced over to me, grinning madly. "So where'd you GET her, huh?" she said to me in a half-whisper. "She's amaaaazing…!"

"We met on the train," I said casually. "You all had a good time."

"Oh yeah. We all got at least one off before… you know."

Lemon Hearts, growing redder and redder in the face, stood up with her clothes redone and smiled bashfully at Trixie. "Um… Are you going to be in Canterlot long?"

Trixie blinked. "Why… yes, actually. The Great and Powerful Trixie is on vacation. Are you saying…?"

"I'm saying I would very much like to spend more time with you, if you're available."

I was starting to recognize Trixie's trademark smug smirk. "Tell you what, Ms. Hearts. I'm only a sex slave until sunset. If you have the evening free after that, I wouldn't mind… hanging out."

"No, I'm busy, but… Maybe we can meet up tomorrow?"

"That sounds downright lovely."

Lemon practically beamed. "Thank you!"

I giggled like a child and elbowed Trixie. "Got you a date!" She good-naturedly rolled her eyes at me for that.

"C'mon, girls!" Minuette called out. "Those balls aren't going to kick themselves!" I winced at the mental image this produced.

"Actually…" Moondancer said out of nowhere, "I'm staying. With the human."

Okay, talk about the absolute last thing I expected… Even through my headache, I was rendered a little numb by this sudden change of plans.

"Awww," Minuette pouted. "Alright. I guess we can play with just three today."

Twinkleshine raised an eyebrow. "Any particular reason why?"

With a glance out of the corner of her eye at me, Moondancer said, "It's complicated. And personal."

"Then of course," Lemon Hearts replied warmly. "We'll respect your decision."

"It's only until sunset," I pointed out, running partially on autopilot. "I'm not out to break up this group of friends."

The three unicorn mares said their final goodbyes and left the store, leaving Moondancer with me and Trixie in Joe's Doughnut Shop. The silence that followed wasn't exactly awkward, but there was a certain tension to it. After fighting with her for so long, why this?

"Well?" Moondancer asked. "Aren't you going to put me back under?"

As much as I hated to, I had to. Actually, I wasn't even sure if it would work. Could I close this Pandora's Box I'd opened? I waved my hands limply at her and muttered, "Presto, change-o, you're now affected by my power again. Shazam."

Moondancer rolled her eyes, but a second later winced and held her head again like she was the one having a headache. At the same time, the pressure from within my cranium ebbed away, like my personal reality was sliding back into place. I was now fully back in Joe's Doughnut Shop, where I'd gotten free donuts, fondled a businessmare's breasts, fucked a magician on a stool, convinced the owner to suck himself off and share, and indirectly organized a lesbian four-way. All was perverted in my little corner of the world, which meant I was 'here' for now.

Trixie and I watched her reaction carefully as she shook her head and blinked a few times. She spent a long time thinking, but finally let out a deep breath and said, "I know this is magic. I think I still believe most of what I said before. But anything that involves you, I now have an irresistible instinct to make an exception and let slide."

"That about sums up the power," I mumbled. "At least… you're aware?"

"I'm less confused than before, that's for certain," Moondancer admitted. "It's better knowing than just being paranoid."

I couldn't help feeling like I'd lost something. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Well, be a little sorry, but I made this choice while I was still me, didn't I?"

"Yeah, about that…" Trixie muttered, shifting her weight on her hips. "You run off scared, get into a fight, call me a slut, and now you want to join up with our normal pervert squad?"

Normal Pervert Squad? What a name…

Moondancer took a seat at the table, and we followed. We were still probably within hearing range of the other guests, but at least sitting down afforded us the courtesy of the illusion of privacy.

The bespectacled, sweater-bound mare with the tri-colored mane clasped her hands and set them on the table. "The thing is…" she began, "I have a fantasy too. One that's rooted in some… very bad feelings I've been trying to put behind me, but haven't been able to."

"I'm listening," I assured her.

She hung her head. "Don't… Don't laugh."

I scoffed in surprise. "After all this, I don't think… It'll take me a long time to take you anything BUT seriously."

Moondancer nodded. "Okay. I… I was lonely for a long time, too. No friends or anything. Just focused on my studies all the time. So… n-not much time for romance, right? But… But when your curves start coming in, hormones are going off, it's hard not to… to want it. But I couldn't find anyone, so… But y'know, toys usually did the job, but…"

We waited patiently for her to drop whatever bombshell she was preparing for.

With a sigh, Moondancer twiddled her thumbs and said, "I started to worry I'd never get a stallion. That I'd never have someone… warm to be with. So… Ugh, I don't even know how my brain made this leap in the first place, but I started to think about being… some stallion's… well… sex toy."

Oh, shit. I had to cross my legs a little at that.

"It's stupid, right? 'Maybe stallions will give me what I need if I'm just a free fuck they don't even need to talk to.' But… dammit." Her face was getting a little red now, and she was squirming on her stool. Two large indents were making their presence known through her sweater. "That still gets me hot like nothing else. My greatest fantasy was just being in the library, poring over a book with my ass in the air, free for anybody to use without so much as a 'hello' or a 'thanks.'"

This was a bad time for a boner, after everything… but damn if my body wasn't trying. "Oh," I realized, "and finding that tidbit about submissiveness probably didn't help."

Moondancer nodded stiffly.

I put a hand on my chin. "You hated the idea of degrading yourself and getting addicted to it. So then comes the resentment. The belief that you can't indulge that fantasy or else pony society will crumble." I shook my head. "Hell of a thing to carry on your shoulders."

The bookworm took a deep breath and let it out with a sort of finality, like she was airing out something she'd been holding in for a while. "Wow," she said with some surprise, "if there's one thing I like, it's how easy it is to share these kinds of things with you. Or maybe I just like it because I'm rationalizing, but… it's nice."

"It's one of the perks." I adjusted my seating a bit, trying to give my half-chub room. "So, uh… Is that why you want to stay? So that I can…?"

"Sort of…?" Moondancer stared at the center of the table, not meeting my eyes. "It's for many reasons. I want to know more about this power of yours. I want to try and make sure you don't harm anyone with it, if I can. Otherwise, if I left you alone, the possibility of what you MIGHT be doing would gnaw at me the rest of the day."

"Prepare to be a little disappointed," Trixie remarked. "He's so reluctant to do anything. Not that I can blame him, knowing what's at stake, but… You have no idea how many times I've had to push him by now."

"I guess that's comforting," Moondancer said unconvincingly. "But yes, maybe I wouldn't mind if this helps work through some of my problems. And if I get to have some some... real sex. Try to see if it's really as bad as I feared."

Now that the option was – for lack of a better term – on the table, I took a better look at Moondancer's body. It was hard to tell the overall shape of her body underneath her clothes, but she was almost as stacked as Trixie, but her hips were significantly wider. Fuckable? Absolutely yes. But SHOULD I fuck her?

"Just like that?" I couldn't help but ask again.

"You made it clear we were parting ways. If I wanted this opportunity, I'd have to take it now or never." With a bit of snappiness, she added, "Now do you want a new harem girl or not?"

I still felt like I'd misunderstood something. Like this wasn't real. Like this was a trap or something. Anything, anything other than the possibility that this was actually happening.

"You know…" Trixie said slyly. "I've hardly been that much of a slave, if we're being honest. You DID say you needed an accomplice first and a sex slave second. Well, maybe I can be your first, and SHE…"

The possibility stunned me, and I shook myself to get out of my funk. "Sorry, I, uh, just can't believe a schlub like me is in this situation. How did I get here, even?"

"I'd like to know that, too," Moondancer remarked, sitting up straight. "I haven't heard the full story yet."

"I'd love to, but…" I coughed, wincing at the soreness of my throat. "I really am parched now. Haven't had a drink since, well, Trixie."

The magician at my side laughed at that.

Moondancer suddenly had a mysterious look. "Oh, really?" And she reached for the bottom of her ratty black sweater.

The bookworm lifted it up to her neck, flashing me with her massive, round, yellowish boobs. Each one just a little bit bigger than I could hold in two hands, with dainty pink nipples capping them within cute little areolae.

Then her horn glowed, bathing them in a pink light. And before my eyes, they got bigger. Swelling further out, further around, with longer and thicker nips. They grew and grew until they had long since surpassed Trixie and were now resting on the table, threatening to dethrone Rarity or Pinkie Pie. Boobs I could really lose myself in.

Trixie just whistled. "Know some enhancement magic, do you?"

Moondancer blushed over her pulled-up sweater. "It's a hobby. I've had to be my own companion for a very long time. And I mixed another spell in there too…"

I noticed a pearly white bead form at the tip of one nipple, then the other.

"A quick-start lactation spell. Figured I'd start with the thing that set me off before, to show that I'm serious."

I nearly launched myself at her, but barely managed to rein myself in. "I… You sure about this? I mean, once we start this, there's no going back until…" I searched for a clock, and found one next to where Joe was sucking himself off. "Fuck, it's like 3:50. We've still got four more hours to kill. You know how much trouble we'll have to cause for me to survive four hours?"

"I can imagine," Moondancer muttered. "But if I can't stop you, then I might as well come along to make sure it's the right kind of trouble. You'd just better make it worth my while."

A drop of milk trickled down the bottom curve of her oversized tit and dripped onto the dining surface between us.

Finally, I let myself relax a little. I grinned at her, said, "I promise," and leaped across the table.