I had miscalculated.

That much was clear as I walked down the closest thing Ponyville had to a main street, wincing every time my thighs brushed against my testicles – which was every step.

Blue balls! How could I forget that blue balls were a thing?!

Make no mistake, I'd experienced more than my fair share of burning, suffering lusts in the past three weeks. Mostly the kind you get from watching a bunch of absurdly beautiful anthro horse-women doing basically normal things while all their parts bounced around without sagging or causing them any visible discomfort. And yeah, that was the kind of lust that had made me feel a bit achy before I could find a time and place to quickly slake it.

This, though, was different from anything before. I'd witnessed something powerfully sexy, been stimulated to the point of leaking, and – like an idiot – I thought I could just ride it out because… I don't know, I didn't like the idea of jacking off in front of Lyra and Bon Bon.

But for every pound per square inch of pressure I lost in my cock over the following ten minutes, I gained an ounce of pain in my balls. I'd denied myself a powerful orgasm in the most basic way, and my body was letting me know how unhappy it was with how that turned out.

Basically, I needed to cum.

Yet as I looked around the street for a potential target, I found myself at a mental impasse. My body wanted nothing more than to just run up to the first pretty mare I saw (so the first mare I saw), and just fuck her right where she stood. She probably wouldn't even object, nor would anyone around her. But my mind had a huge problem with that. On some level, I desired context, meaning, passion; or at least something one notch above sticking a round peg in a round hole.

The thing earlier with Lyra… That had kind of spiraled out of control, but before that it had simmered in just the way I liked. Bon Bon in my lap, the mooning, Lyra getting aroused by both of us... There'd been a semi-natural escalation fueled by rising passion and made possible by the relaxing of cultural norms around me. I hadn't pushed it farther than that. I hadn't wanted to. I liked them too much.

Becoming the guy that got free sex for free sex's sake without caring about the people involved was just not a threshold I was ready to cross. Maybe someday soon – because, let's face it, I was sliding down the slope now – but not now, not today.

So my search quickly changed from finding any way to get off at all… to finding a way that I would marginally enjoy. And that made things a bit more difficult. I didn't recognize anyone in the street I was on, which would've been a good start.

I stopped and did a bit of mental mapping, made tougher by my aching balls. I realized I'd actually looped around a bit and was actually pretty close to the public market, where there would no doubt be a greater density of ponies.

I made my way there in a few minutes, practically power-walking at this point, and saw that my assumptions weren't wrong. The lunch rush was well and truly over, but there were still tents and stalls and ponies doing commerce as far as the eye could see. Much more stimulating to the imagination than just being out in the street had been.

"Hey!" a young male voice cried out behind me.

I turned around to see a green and purple teenager approaching. I recognized the ridges and scales. It was Spike, Twilight's dragon assistant. I couldn't contain a grimace – this was exactly the wrong time to be having a conversation with this guy. I willed as much as I could for my balls to be still, and braced myself for whatever Spike was grumpy about now. He and I had never really gotten along.

"Pascal, I need to talk to you," the dragon teen said as he reached me.

"I gathered that…" I growled, trying to unclench my teeth.

"When I asked Twilight how her lunch was, she said she'd hung out with you. And when I asked how that went, she went all red and told me that you and her had 'done boyfriend and girlfriend things without technically being boyfriend and girlfriend'?"

I facepalmed. Twilight, of course…

"Which I assume meant some kind of makeout or heavy petting thing."

For good measure, I facepalmed again with two hands this time. Damn Spike and his teenage savvy. Thank god he was merely close and not spot on.

I rubbed down my face with my hands in exasperation and then gave Spike a weary look. "So… what, you have a problem with that?"

Spike's hard expression lightened up a bit and became ponderous. "Well… yes and no? Twilight told me all about how you thought we'd been really harsh on you, and I kinda see that now. So I'm trying not to be mad… AT you? But…"

I waited for him to collect his thoughts. This ought to be good, with the Normal in play.

"Whether you're doing the boyfriend thing without being a boyfriend… Or even if you are… Twilight's important to me!" Spike looked up at me earnestly. "I mean, I get it, you're not that bad a guy now, and I'm sorry for how I acted. But if you're going to be… anything… with Twilight, whatever it is, I… feel like I deserve to know. Better or worse, she's family, and if you're gonna be a part of that…" He started to awkwardly trail off. "Yeah. So… yeah."

For a moment, I forgot about my blue balls, or at least I didn't care so much right that second. Spike's concern was as understandable as it was genuine and heartwarming, and I was glad that the Normal hadn't destroyed that either. Maybe made it even more possible, with how honest Spike was being.

Still. All this from a public magic handjob.

I took a deep breath and knelt down to address Spike at eye-level. "I guess I'd call us 'friends with extras' for now? I do a few things her other friends don't, but… See, the reason we did any 'boyfriend and girlfriend things' during lunch was because I was feeling pained and stressed from what happened last night. Twilight offered to help, and things kind of… went from there. But her intention was to help me."

Spike nodded vaguely, clearly not quite understanding all of it. "Like when close friends give each other back rubs?"

Now there was an idea. The Ponyville spa and its lovely twins… but later. "A bit different from that, but the same general idea. Look, I'm not looking to upset any balances or invade any family units. Not saying I won't sometime in the future, but I hope that'll be based on real friendship and love, not… this physical stuff I'm working through. So don't sweat it, alright? That's basically where we stand."

The teenage dragon mulled over this, then nodded. "Alright, Pascal. Just be nice to her, that's all I ask."

"Mmhmm." I was starting to get impatient again. The ache in my balls was coming back. "Now, Spike, speaking of helping with physical pain and stress… You picked the worst time to come to me about this. I'm currently looking for some help with that right now, so… I need you to go."

"O-Oh, okay," Spike mumbled apologetically. "Hey, if it helps, do you want to go to Twilight for… whatever she did, again? She said she wanted to collect some samples from you anyway."

My rising need intensified at the thought of more spectacular 'help' from Twilight, as well as the thought of what she wanted those samples for. But my blue balls had the final say. "Um… Maybe tomorrow? I don't think I'd make it all the way to the castle."

Spike shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'll let her know you might be coming. Guess I'll see you around." He turned and disappeared into the crowd of ponies.

That'd been a conversation I hadn't expected. I guess even though my actions were 'okay' and no one would be angry with me, that didn't stop ponies from asking questions when my actions potentially affected their most important paradigms. It was nothing to be concerned about, really, but it did make me wonder how nuanced this power really was. Every interaction I'd had today left me with more questions about how it worked, and I was starting to wonder if I'd ever get to the bottom of it.

Twinge. Ache. Pain. Alright, it was time to get an orgasm once and for all.

I searched and searched and searched. For whatever reason there was a higher percentage of stallions running the shops and doing the shopping, which wasn't what I was looking for right now. But I had to admit, horny and surrounded by a bunch of hunky idealized well-hung horse-men, I was starting to feel just curious enough to think about touching one. Or maybe that was my need messing with me.

But then I struck gold. Almost literally. I spotted a vendor stall stocked with carrots, and behind it? Golden Harvest. The mare with the H-cup torpedo tits who'd thrown a motherfucking torch at me.

Payback, reconciliation, and sex? Jackpot.

She spotted me as I made a beeline for her. She didn't look pleased. "Oh good, look who it is," she grumbled. "Pascal the human. And I see your eyes have already returned to their favorite place!" she added sarcastically.

I most certainly was staring at those breasts, barely contained behind a green dress. "Indeed. Golden Harvest, correct?"

The goldenrod earth pony mare scrunched her muzzle a bit. "I know you can't help yourself, but my eyes are still up here."

"Well, maybe fuck you. For throwing a motherfucking torch through a window at me. Maybe I'll just talk directly to your tits from now on."

"Rrgh. ...Fine." She folded her arms under her projecting cloth-covered boobs and… started to jiggle them? "I already have to pay for-" She was jiggling them in time with her words!

I couldn't help it; I cracked up! It was just ridiculous! "You… You don't have to pantomime them!" I gasped out between bursts of laughter. God, there went the whole fucking mood, didn't it?

Golden Harvest, for her part, went red and then started to chuckle herself, before fully joining me in the laughter. I could feel the tension leaving both of us through catharsis, on top of us just laughing at the absurdity of it all.

We eventually calmed down and just smiled awkwardly at each other for a while longer, and this time I was looking at her eyes. Then I said, "Sorry, I got a little mean there."

She regarded me for a moment after that and then gave me an exaggerated shrug. "Can't blame you, I suppose. I was plenty mean too. Celestia as my witness, I don't even know what got into all of us last night anymore. We were just in a frenzy because of what Daisy said, and then things just kept escalating and getting more angry…"

I raised an eyebrow. "You didn't actually believe I'd 'violated her flower garden,' did you?"

Golden Harvest laughed out loud again, almost snorting a little. "Goodness! No, not entirely. On some level, maybe. All I knew was that I was tired of you staring at me, you'd really upset one of my friends, and anything that got you gone and got the message across was good enough." She shook her head after that. "But you showed us all up with that speech of yours, didn't you? Made us all realize how crazy we'd been."

"So… why were you still mad when I showed up just now?" I had to ask.

She winced. "I guess I was trying to be teasing? But I got the bill for the window this morning and – wow – crystal palace windows are not cheap. I was stewing over that, and then you came by, and you were connected to the whole thing even though it was really my fault… I got prissy. Sorry. I shouldn't have."

I nodded. "No problem." This was another note to keep in mind when it came to the rationalization effect – bias and emotional state still played a minor part in ponies' reactions. Nothing that couldn't be overcome with a few choice words, I reckoned, but good to keep in mind.

It'd been a lovely conversation and all, but it was time to get to the main event. I stepped around the carrot stand to stand beside her. "Since we're past that now, care to help me with something?" I unzipped in front of her, barely hesitating now. I still wanted a little payback.

"Help with… Oh!" She looked down just as I fished out my semi-hard cock and aching balls. "You want… help with this?"

"Yeah." Staring at Golden Harvest's thrusting tits was setting my lust ablaze again, which also caused a little pain down below. "I… nearly had a big orgasm but then didn't. I'm afraid I've got blue balls now, and it actually hurts kinda badly. I need relief."

Golden Harvest nodded and knelt down in front of me. Delicately, she lifted my cock with her thumb and forefinger and gently cupped my balls with her other hand. "Hmm. They don't look all that blue…"

"It's just an expre-heeeeh-ssssion…" I was interrupted by Golden Harvest's hands getting into a rhythm of lightly stroking both my dick and balls at the same time. Her hands had kind of a rugged but pleasant texture – the strong hands of an earth pony who worked with the soil, but slender and precise too. I was originally probably going to ask for a titfuck, but suddenly I was A-OK with settling for a handjob from her.

And besides, for what would end up being my first titfuck ever, there were bigger and better mares to have it with… later.

I was getting close already. All that pent up desire was returning. While Golden Harvest alternated stroking with her fingers and her palm, I tried to continue speaking. "Um, uh, do… do stallions not g-get blue balls here?"

"Not unless they're, y'know, actually blue stallions," she joked, giggling a bit at her own quip.

"So what happens when you – oooh! – deny a stallion an orgasm?"

She started putting gentle pressure on my whole ballsack while making milking motions from the base of my cock to the tip. "Can't say I've done the whole denial play thing before… Though I've heard that if you keep a stallion on the edge for a really long time, he can actually grow a lot bigger down there." She tugged my balls ever so slightly as emphasis.

"Alright, but… Nggyah!" The leaking of precum had officially resumed, staining Golden Harvest's lovely hands, but still she pressed on, and so did I. "But what if, say… They get interrupted! Right at the peak. Gotta put it away, can't even deal with it for hours. Don't they get uncomfortable theeeeen??"

She spread my pre over the head of my cock, followed by the shaft, and suddenly her stroking became just that much more slick, allowing her to go faster without rubbing too hard against me. I was dangerously close, now, but my body was apparently going to make me wait a bit longer as punishment.

And still, ever casually, Golden Harvest replied, "Well, I might not be an expert, since I've only had a couple of special someponies, but no, can't say I've ever heard of any stallion getting backed up, or uncomfortable, or anything like this thing you call…" She chuckled in a low, throaty way. "...blue balls."

Right as I approached the edge, she started to squeeze my junk rhythmically and in waves, matching my throbs and pulses. Not long after that, I finally, mercifully, reached the point of no return. The first shot, starting slow, only flew far enough to drop and land on top of one of her breasts. The second and beyond crossed the distance and hit her in the face, staining her golden skin white with my seed a number of times.

For all the trouble I went through for this, I was a little disappointed by this orgasm. It didn't satisfy quite as much as I wanted it to. Her technique had made it a hell of a trip, but I'd desired something a bit stronger in the end. Oh well. Journey vs the destination and all that. Most importantly, though, the feeling in my balls changed from aching insistence to cold relief. I'd needed that pretty badly.

"Oh dear," she said once I'd stopped and my cock started to wilt. She'd had to close one eye, and the longest of the shots had reached up to her curly orange mane. "Now what am I going to do with all this? And is that really it for you? Already soft? I wasn't going to comment on the length, but…"

I didn't like where this conversation was going. I resolved to make sexual enhancement a priority… tomorrow. "I take it stallions have a bit more stamina?" I asked.

She nodded vigorously. So much for that 'they're horses so they're one-hit wonders' theory.

"Do you have a tissue, or a handkerchief, or something?" she inquired, reaching around the stall for something she could use.

"How about you just lick it off? Get it with your hands and swallow it?" I suggested all too knowingly.

Golden Harvest considered this, shrugged, and started collecting the semen on her face with her fingers. She got the strands around her eyes first, and then, right in front of me, stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked the cum off. God, I was never going to get used to this.

She continued like that for a while, getting the other strands on her face and neck, and I could only stare. Despite the comments about my stamina, I could feel my arousal firing up again in hopes of raising a followup erection.

"Um… Excuse me?" a soft voice inquired to my right.

I panicked a little, and looked to see a yellow unicorn mare with a cerulean mane, with a bust stretching about a foot in front of her and covered by an overtaxed t-shirt, standing on the other side of the stall and gazing at us a little bewilderedly. I swallowed, still aware that my flagging dick was out in the open, and said, "Yeah?"

"I'd like to buy some carrots…?"

Golden Harvest looked up, then back down at the last of the cum on her fingers. "Can you take care of that, Pascal? Should be straightforward…" Pop! Into her mouth those fingers went.

I really wanted to watch her, but I helped the mare pick out a bunch of carrots, weighed them, used the handy reference Golden Harvest had set up for herself on our side of the stall, and stated the price. All while my dick was still out.

As the mystery mare handed over the bits, she said, "So, um… I've never seen a pony like you before… Are you working with Golden, or…?"

I had to appreciate how awkward this was, even with the Normal in effect. "No, she's just… helping me with a physical problem. And I'm not actually a pony! I am, in fact, a human."

"Oh, a human! That's interesting," she said conversationally. "Well, I'm Lemon Hearts."

"Pascal."

"So… Nice to meet you. Bye." She grasped her bag of carrots with both hands in front of her, squeezing her breasts together a bit with her upper arms, and quickly scurried away.

"Bye," I said. I was starting to enjoy basic interactions a little too much.

A pleased hum from Golden Harvest refocused my attention onto her. "Well," she said, looking at me with lidded eyes, "I can tell you there's one trait you have that stallions don't."

And with that, she dove forward and sucked my soft cock into her mouth in one swift movement. I staggered. I was suddenly engulfed in a wet, hot, soft, cool, firm- Fuck! I was overwhelmed! There were no words for my first blowjob, at least not for the first few fantastic moments.

Because I was more of a grower than a shower, her first move was a long, hard suck, coaxing out my full soft length. Then, once she had it tightly gripped, she licked all over it with her broad tongue while simultaneously giving me a rhythmic suck once every half-second or so. I had no idea where she'd learned to do this or if it was just natural, but I was spellbound.

"Uh, Goldie…?"

It was an extreme challenge, partly because I was losing motor control as well as focus in my eyes, but I eventually turned my attention to the other side of the carrot stand. In front of it was a tall, broad pegasus stallion with dark brown skin and a wavy golden-blond mane. He was staring at us with a halfway shocked expression. "Goldie, there something you wanna tell me…?"

Golden Harvest slurped off my cock and started stroking it with her hand again, her tight fist gliding up and down my saliva-slick shaft. She wiped off some of the drool on her lips and smiled at the pegasus. "Hey, Compass! Long story. This is the human I was telling you about – totally wrong about him, by the way, he's not so bad – anyway, he came to me 'cause he was pent up really bad, so I gave him a quick handjob, and then… when I got some of his cum in my mouth…" She licked her lips hungrily at me. "I had to have more."

The pegasus known as Compass just laughed and let out a sigh of relief. "Whew! Okay, good. Thought you were about to give me the talk for a second."

"Nope! You're still my coltfriend, Star. This is just... I don't know, being a good neighbor or something." With that, she took my now chubby length back into her muzzle. She started a series of long, twisting, pumping sucks, pulling back until just my head was between her lips before gulping me down to the base again.

I couldn't fucking breathe. Not only was I getting my first blowjob to end all blowjobs, from a busty mare who'd once hated me, who now said she wanted my cum, in the middle of the fucking market, but… Was I really getting it in front of her boyfriend? Who was okay with this?!

Signs pointed to 'yes.'

The pegasus set down a bag he'd been carrying and offered his hand to me. "Hi. I'm Compass Star, Goldie's coltfriend. And you are?"

I took a deep breath and grasped Compass's hand like it was a lifeline. "I'm Pasca-aaaaaaaaah-l!" Golden Harvest had chosen that precise moment to swirl her long tongue all around my entire shaft several times before going back to her long sucking pattern.

Compass laughed at my reaction. "Golden, cut him some slack. I think you're killing him."

No kidding. I looked down at the impossibly skilled mare and said, "B-Besides, I just came. It… It's gonna take me a while, dammit."

Golden Harvest let out a frustrated hum, which vibrated against my dick for a second. She adjusted her position – she'd been leaning over, using her hands on my hips as support – and settled down much closer to me, her breasts pressing against my thighs and her hands on my rear. She then just pumped her mouth up and down on my cock for a while. Nothing as mindblowing as the last few techniques, but still pretty fucking great.

"Better?" Compass Star teased me. "Yeah, when Goldie wants something… boy does she get it. Apparently, her last coltfriend was real big on experimenting in the bedroom. A total ass-"

"Hey!" called out a donkey from somewhere nearby.

"-no offense, but yeah, you and I get to reap the benefits."

"C-Cool," I rasped, and Golden Harvest slowed down her pace. At this point, I was afraid to open my mouth. I had a funny feeling that Golden would change things up every time I spoke just to mess with me. "So – agh! – h-how did you two meet?" She went faster. I was right.

Compass Star looked up thoughtfully, completely paying no mind to the blowjob mere feet in front of him. "It was about six months ago? I was volunteering for weather duty in the area, and I got assigned the clouds right above her carrot farm. She was having trouble getting enough stock for the winter, so… Each day, when my duties were done, I stayed around to help with the harvest, and I miiiight've illegally moved some clouds out of position to help get enough rainfall in time. We started chatting regularly, and here we are."

What a romantic story I was hearing. What a fantastic blowjob I was getting. "G-Great! Just one – rrrrrrrrrgh!" Golden popped off my cock and licked at my balls furiously for a few seconds before going back to pumping on my shaft. "...one more question."

"Sure."

I was sick and tired of Golden Harvest's antics, not to mention rock hard. I gripped her by the sides of her head, stopping her in place. She looked up at me with a confused expression.

"How… do you walk around… completely soft… knowing you have access to THIS! FUCKING! AMAZING! MARE!!" I punctuated each of the last four words with a hard thrust into Golden's mouth. Realizing what I was doing, she let out a moan of approval and held still while I fucked her face with abandon.

Compass Star said something, but I didn't hear it. I was so close to the edge, but because I was still burning from the last orgasm it just hovered out of my reach. I kept thrusting wildly, desperate to finish this encounter before I lost control entirely. If I hadn't already; if Golden Harvest hadn't completely wrested control from me at this point.

The final straw came in the form of one last move from Golden. As I thrust in, her long tongue shot out, reached past my base and gave a loving lick to my balls.

I stopped. That was it. I felt it coming. As I started to throb hard, Golden Harvest responded by moving back so that just the head of my cock was in her mouth. And with a mighty cry, my orgasm began.

This one was a test of endurance. Each spasm felt like it was sapping something out of me. And it went on for like a dozen shots! I had to concentrate hard to not just fall over due to lack of energy. And from the first shot on, Golden Harvest dutifully licked at every drop, moaning as she savored the taste, before swallowing it in time for the next round of bursts. She was gleefully stealing the essence from me, and I was trapped.

When it ended, I tried to pull out and stuff it back in my pants, but Golden stopped me. She licked and licked at my softening prick until every trace of semen was gone. Then she let me do what I wanted with my dick, which was to put it away.

"So, anyway…" Compass Star cut back in. "She doesn't make it easy, but that's where good ol' stallion discipline comes in handy."

Discipline? Oh god, could stallions in this world control or limit their erections with willpower? No wonder, despite those pouches in the front of their pants that promised enormous endowments, I'd never seen a single awkward stallion boner. Not only did they have vastly more size and stamina, but they could easily wait without discomfort until it was convenient for their partners?

Who designed these freaks?!

"I take it that's not a thing humans have?" Compass inquired. I shook my head, and he chuckled. "Well, I guess I wouldn't mind having that sense of spontaneity, I guess."

"And that delicious cum," Golden added in a low, sultry voice, dusting herself off and standing back up. "Feel free to visit anytime, Pascal." She leaned in and whispered into my ear, "I can't get enough…"

I smiled nervously and backed away. I wasn't getting pulled into a third round by this devious… deviant.

Golden Harvest then looked to Compass Star. "That stuff got me all hot and bothered, so guess who's closing up shop and taking her coltfriend home early?"

Compass's eyes widened in delight. He whistled, then fistpumped. "Yes! Pascal, you're a freaking good luck charm! I owe you one, buddy! Feel free to hang out with us any time!"

Breathing hard, I said, "Glad I could help," then turned around and started walking unevenly out of the market area.

I had miscalculated again. Not in a bad way this time, though.