After three weeks of struggling to fit in, I had to say, it was nice to wake up and not feel out of place for once. It was everything I could have dreamed of and more.

I got up, showered, got dressed, ate breakfast with my roommates, and walked out the door to welcome another wonderful Spring day, which elevated my stupendous mood further than I thought possible. And I was getting a Pinkie Pie party tonight? This was sure to be an incredible day from start to finish.

Down the Ponyville streets I went. I almost felt like skipping I was so excited, but that would've drawn a bit too much attention to myself. I was still a little shy, after all, but hopefully my time in Ponyville from here on out would change that.

But first, before anything else, there was an important piece of business to attend to today. Something I'd decided to make a priority yesterday, and something I'd need a very certain pony's help with.

I knocked on the door of Twilight's castle. I heard the Princess's voice shout out, "Coming!" and I waited patiently. I looked up to admire the structure for a little bit. Then the door opened up, and there stood that amazing mare. "Oh, it's you! Come by to give some more samples?"

Samples? What was she talking about? I shook my head. "Um, maybe. There's something more important I'd like to ask you first. Would it be alright… if… I came to work here at the castle for you?"

Twilight gasped slightly. "I… Well, I hadn't thought about hiring anypony…"

"I realize that, but I realized something just last night. You helped me find my mark, that blue orb. Well, blue is a calming color, right? It helps ponies to relax. I want to be that kind of person, too. I want to devote my life to understanding ponies and people from other cultures so that I can facilitate friendship and good feelings, just like you. And there'd be no better place to start than here, in the library wings of your castle."

The Princess beamed at me, which caused my heart to flutter. "That sounds wonderful! I'm still getting used to this whole Princess thing, but I'd be more than happy to give you a shot! When can you start?"

"Today."

I threw myself into Twilight's shelves with gusto. I was honestly surprised with how much I was enjoying the quiet dignity of being in the background of such an important pony. Maybe someday, on one occasion, I'd know enough to be able to help on one of Miss Sparkle's adventures. But for now, serving the pony who'd given me so much a good start.

The morning went by in such a blur that Princess Twilight had to remind me to take time off for lunch. I was reluctant, but ultimately giddy as I left the castle in search of something to eat, an advance on my first wages in my pocket.

"Are you satisfied with this life?" a regal voice called out to me.

I turned towards the source of the voice, and I immediately dropped to my knees and bowed. Approaching me from the intersection was none other than Princess Luna! Her tall, incredible figure towered over me, and I was simply happy to bask in her presence. Truly, she was beautiful without compare amongst the mares of Ponyville, and I had to concentrate hard not to make a public embarrassment of myself when presented with her positively immense… beauty.

The mysterious Princess came to a stop, looking down on me. "Rise, subject, and tell me: Are you happy with all of this?"

I scrambled to my feet and nodded vigorously at the Princess of the Moon. How could I not be? After everything I'd been through, this was perfect.

She regarded me with a neutral, almost wistful expression. "Then simply say your name and what you are, and it will be yours forever."

An odd command, but I was more than happy to comply. "Of course, Your Majesty. I am–"

"Pascal! Is that you??"

A mare behind me interrupted my sentence. I turned around, ready to chastise them for interrupting my service to the Princess, and I was confronted with a truly astonishing sight. It was my friend Ditzy Doo, but she had divested of her top entirely! From the waist up, she was utterly nude and her… b-b-bosom was bare! They paled in comparison to the blessings beneath Luna's robes, but… Wait, there were more important things to address right now!

I covered my eyes. "Ditzy! What… What happened to you?! Why are you dressed that way in front of the Princess?!"

"Huh? Because you told me I could!"

I could feel heat in my cheeks. Could I really have said such a thing??

"More importantly…" Ditzy stepped towards me and grabbed my hands, pulling them down so she could fix her lopsided gaze at me. "…what happened to YOU, Pascal?"

"Who is Pascal?" I had to ask. "I am but a perfectly normal stal–"

The words died in my throat. The sky went from calming blue to angry red. The sound of static filled my ears.

"GYUH!" I awoke in darkness, sweating and cold.

"GYAAAAAAAH!" I screamed, scrambling off the couch and sprinting into the bathroom, knocking over an end table in the process. I didn't care. I was fucking terrified.

I dashed in front of the bathroom mirror. It was dark. I turned on the light, half-blinding myself, but I forced my eyes open to look at myself. I looked… normal? Fuck! How could I know what normal WAS at this point?! I had to check somehow.

I was Pascal. I was human. Right?

I checked my ears. Human. I checked my nose. No pony muzzle there. I checked my hair. Human, not a pony mane. I pulled up one foot and set it on the counter. Five human toes, not that singular hoof-toe thing that ponies had.

I turned around to check my ass. No cutie mark. No tail.

My hands ran all over my body while my eyes checked over every square inch of flesh, comparing it to my examinations from the day before. As far as I could tell… I was still Pascal. I was still human.

A shuddering breath escaped me as I lowered my head, my hands gripping the counter hard. I couldn't escape the feeling that I had just dodged a bullet. No, not even that; I felt like a bullet had pierced me and I'd just pulled it out with my own two hands. I was a nervous wreck, on the verge of tears.

Just then, I heard footsteps. Lyra, in just a tank top and panties, appeared in the bathroom doorway. She looked tired but concerned. "Pascal? Is everything alright?"

For only a nanosecond did I wonder if I should keep what had happened a secret. I shook my head hard. "No… No, it's really not…!"

"What's going on?" I heard from down the hall to the master bedroom. Had I woken them both up?

Lyra looked back at Bon Bon. "Pascal, he… Um…"

"Nightmare," I offered, not up to more than that right now.

She became surprised at me, but repeated that anyway. Next thing I knew, Bon Bon was in the doorway next to Lyra, wearing her candy-patterned pajamas. The earth pony mare sized me up, quickly coming to the conclusion that something was serious. She yawned involuntarily, but patted Lyra on the shoulder and said, "I'll put on the kettle."

Lyra nodded and looked at me. "Want some tea?"

I wasn't much of a tea person, but right then and there it sounded perfect for my nerves. I just nodded, and Lyra slowly guided me back into the living room.

Bon Bon had turned on the lamp, allowing me to see the clock. It was just after midnight. I'd slept through the whole evening after Derpy left.

Lyra guided me back onto the couch, then set the end table back on its feet (thankfully there hadn't been anything on it), grabbed my discarded blanket off the floor and handed it to me.

I wrapped the blanket around myself tightly. It was damp in a couple of spots. It smelled faintly how Derpy's milk had tasted. It reminded me of her. For some reason I couldn't quite articulate, it did a lot to calm me down, make me feel a little safer.

Lyra sat next to me and rubbed my shoulder comfortingly, asking me again if I was okay or at least feeling a little better. I told her I was, but I wasn't totally confidant about that.

The kettle went off after a few minutes, and Bon Bon came back with a fresh mug of tea, the brand or variety I couldn't be bothered to remember. I barely tasted it. It was hot, it warmed up my core, and it got me to stop shaking long enough to slurp at it. It was enough.

Then Bon Bon yawned again. "I'm really, really sorry, Pascal," she apologized, "but we were up late and I've got work in the morning. Is it alright if I leave Lyra with you and go back to bed?"

I nodded repeatedly, maybe a lot more than I should've. "Absolutely. I… I'll be fine. Thank you, very much, for caring."

Bon Bon smiled softly at us, then… winked? And then returned to the bedroom.

Well, that had been weird. But weird was good right now – it meant I was here and me, not… something else.

Lyra gave me a side-hug, pressing her cheek up against mine. Between that, the blanket, and the hot drink in my hands, I was feeling very comfy physically, if not entirely mentally. She released me and said, "So what was your nightmare about? If that's alright?"

I sighed. "It…" I had to take a long moment to figure out how to get started. "Well, context: On the night of the mob, Twilight Sparkle cast a spell on me to make me appear more normal to the townsfolk. That helped get everyone to stop being angry at me."

Lyra nodded, and winced as she guessed what the problem was. "I… assume there are some side effects?"

I frowned a bit. Of course the whole spell thing didn't sound suspicious. But I wasn't in the mood to go around the 'morals of mind control' carousel again. So I looked at my mug and said, "Yeah… I'm alright in the eyes of the people now, but… The spell's resurging. It's trying to make me even more normal. Trying to make me the most perfectly normal stallion in the world, in mind and body, instead of just a normal-looking human."

Lyra gasped. "That's awful! You're Equestria's only human right now! We can't lose that!"

Glad to hear her priorities were straight. "Not only that, though. It's…" I rubbed my face. "I am deathly afraid of having my mind changed like that. Losing my identity like that… It feels like death to me. It terrifies me. And in my dream… That's exactly what I felt like. I was someone else, and I was happy about that. And it seemed like, if I'd said the wrong thing in the middle of that dream, it would've become permanent and I would've been lost forever."

Lyra hugged me again and reached around me to rub my other arm through the blanket. "Well, I'm glad you're still you."

"Me too. Me too…"

"So are you going to talk to Twilight about it? Maybe see if she can stop the spell?"

"I… don't know. Probably. But it was Discord's idea, and new territory for all of us. I think she's going to be low on answers, and I'm not sure I want her touching the spell in that case." Partly because more pony magic might make things worse, and partly because she might discover the effects of the spell and reverse it, but I didn't say that. "So… I think this is just between me and the magic inside me for now."

Lyra hugged me tighter. "Stay strong. We're here for you."

I smiled, and pulled the milk-stained blanket closer to me. "I know. And you're not the only one." I remembered seeing Derpy in my dream, piercing through the illusion like an adorable and sexy guardian angel.

I suddenly gripped the blanket tighter. Luna. She'd been there too. She'd been the one trying to get me to say it was my new reality. So was she another element of my subconscious? Or, and this was more likely because I hadn't seen her before now, was that actually dream-walking Princess Luna deliberately messing with me? If so… Fuuuuuuuck.

"Not the only one, huh? Speaking of…" Lyra released the grip she had on me and gave me a sly smirk. "Care to share what happened to our living room this evening?"

I chuckled, incredibly happy to have the change of subject. I was suddenly aware that beneath the blanket I was still naked. "Um… Y'know, it's kind of hard to believe myself, after the fact, but… Well, you know Ditzy Doo?"

"The delivery mare? Yeah. Not all that well, but she's kind of a well-known face around here." Lyra's eyes widened, and her smirk became a grin. "Oh, you didn't."

I set down the mug of tea and shrugged. "She invited herself in, we got into some long talks, one thing led to another… And then there was milk everywhere."

"Oooh." Lyra shuddered her shoulders. "Ooooooh. Lactating titgasms? You lucky dog. Must've been like early Hearth's Warming."

"To say the least!" I exclaimed, and we broke out into laughter. We immediately shushed ourselves, remembering Bon Bon trying to sleep and the thin walls separating us. "But really, though," I went on quietly, "she was nice, I had a great time talking with her, and… the sex had a purpose. I feel like we both kinda needed it, in some way."

"That's good. Just, y'know… If there's a next time, do it somewhere with proper drainage, because wow."

"We tried to clean up. Really tried."

She gave me a playful jab. "I know. It wasn't too bad." She seemed to have a permanent blush on her face now, and even though she was trying to be casual, she was starting to get a bit more flustered. "So, uh, you're starting to get around now, huh?"

"I… guess so," I replied, hardly believing I was in a position to say that.

"W-What have you done so far?"

"Um…" What brought this on? But I had to admit, talking about my sexual escapades knowing she wouldn't mind sounded really hot. I tallied up. "Magic stimulation… Then handjob, blowjob, and titfucking. Lots of titfucking. That's pretty much all Derpy and I did." I was starting to feel embarrassed, as well as wondering where Lyra was going with this.

"O-Oh, okay. Good. Um…" She twisted around to face me more directly. "How would you like to… Uh… So you're still technically a virgin, right?"

My eyebrows shot skyward.

Lyra panicked. "Horseapples. I-I, oh, this is really poor timing after the whole nightmare thing, but, um, that is…" She took a deep breath and stared intensely at me, one of her legs bouncing nervously. "When you asked me to imagine something I wouldn't want you to do I imagined something very specific and it turned me on a lot. A-A-And you were so nice about me in the park I felt like I had to pay you back somehow and Bon Bon suggested I do something to get it out of my system but you were out like a light when we got home, and-and-and I know you might not be feeling well after that scary nightmare but you made it sound like you might be in danger of going away at any time and on top of that you're starting to have fun with a lot of other mares and I don't have a problem with that but before you get too far I'd like it if we could, um, y'know, um…" She gave me a sheepish, almost helpless smile. "Sex?"

I had to hold back a little laughter. "So, me being human has nothing to do with it?"

"Heh heh…"

"You know… I never thought you'd get flustered over this sort of thing."

"You're my first guy!" she protested. "I… mean you might be, if you say yes. Bon Bon's always been my one and only. But you… You're like something out of a fairy tale for me. A real life human! I… I want to be something special to you too. Even if it's just being your first in something."

I was profoundly touched by this. "Lyra… You've always been special. You took me in when no one else would, when even Twilight was telling me to sink or swim. No one can replace that."

"I know," Lyra said haltingly. She leaned in just a little bit closer to me, probably not even realizing it. "But... Can I be special to you in that way, too?" She backed away suddenly. "U-Unless it's a bad time! We can do this in the morning… or later… or not at all, because I'm an idiot–"

"Hey." I grabbed her hands and looked her in the eyes. "My best lesbian friend offering to take my virginity? You really think I'm going to turn this down?"

She chuckled, but didn't let her guard down yet. "I know, but… y'know, when you're feeling bad, sex usually isn't a good idea because, y'know, you want stability for a while and sex is kinda chaotic so it doesn't feel as good after…"

Was that her experience talking? I guessed she would know more than me, but… I couldn't help thinking back to Derpy. The experience I shared with her, how she ended up in my dream, and what that might represent. "Lyra… This is important. This means something. And it's these moments, I think, that are keeping me sane. Keeping me ME. But I don't have a lot of those moments yet. If you're offering… I'd be happy to make another one."

Lyra smiled. "Okay, good." She let out a big sigh as the tension left her, then rolled her eyes and started to lift up her tank top. "Ugh. I'm sorry, that got way too sappy."

"I know, right?" I took off the blanket and tossed it onto a chair at the other end of the room.

"Meant every word, but…"

"Same."

In short order, we were both naked on the couch. I leaned back, and Lyra straddled herself across my thighs, her crotch just inches from mine. "Sex is supposed to be fun! Even when it means something. None of this 'we are so in awe of each other's majesty' stuff."

I chuckled at length. "Something tells me our worlds have the same… well, similar kinds of cheesy, trashy romances." I was secretly referring to fanfiction, but that didn't seem like an important distinction.

Lyra giggled. "I'll confess to reading a few before I met Bonnie. I couldn't believe just how wrong they all got it!"

At that, I shrugged. "Everyone has a different experience. To some people, that kind of romance is a reflection of-"

"Sweet Celestia, how are you not getting hard?"

I looked down. My dick was starting to chub up in response to the sexy, willing mare straddling my crotch, but compared to just about any of my previous encounters it was taking its sweet time. "Girl, don't get me started on how I came four times in a row yesterday. It's coming, but… it'll take a bit. And I think you're only getting the one."

"Aww." An adorable pout appeared on Lyra's face, and I suddenly felt really bad for having shitty overweight human virgin stamina.

"B-But!" I said quickly. "I'm planning on seeing Twilight or something in the morning to try and improve my size and stamina. So, uh… yeah. If you want something better, we can wait until then…"

Lyra shook her head. "No, no, I want this now. I mean, if you do. Just… gotta manage it carefully, I guess." Then her evil little smile came back. "Let's see if I can give you more 'firsts' before the main event."

She climbed off of me and moved over to sit on the opposite end of the couch. Confused, I adjusted to follow her, but she put up her feet in front of me to stop me.

Wait, not to stop me. To… offer them to me?

"Ever thought about hoof-play?" Lyra asked quietly.

I sat back down and gently gripped the leg she was offering me, getting a good look at the hybrid foot beneath it. It still had a heel and an arch like a human foot, but the toes instead ended in a hoof-like thing with a soft, cloven sole beneath it and one single nail that spanned the width and front of it. I'll admit I'd expected anthro ponies to be more satyric or something, but this seemed like as good a compromise as any.

"Well, I am now," I replied.

She pressed her sole against my cheek. The skin was slightly cold, but I could feel her warmth immediately beneath it. The soft cloven part beneath the hoof shifted, gripping at my skin ever so slightly. I rubbed her foot against my face for a bit, then gave it a cautious lick. It didn't really taste unusual; just regular skin.

"C'mon, you too," she implored me. "Over here."

It took some shifting around, but eventually I managed to extend my leg around hers and get my foot in front of her face. Her face took on an expression of lustful greed, and she grabbed my human leg. She started rubbing all around my calves, then moved down to the soles of my feet, my toes especially.

Then her mouth got in on the action; she started kissing, licking, sucking on my toes. I found it hard to keep concentration on my own task, but I did my best to respond in kind by lavishing the same kind of attention to her hoof. Once I felt I'd spent too long there, I moved down her leg. She wasn't the most toned mare I'd seen in Ponyville, but her body still had a perfectly pleasing shape. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and soft, just like what seemed like every other pony in this world.

Lyra's other hoof, meanwhile, found its way to my now semi-hard cock. She cupped the underside of it in the arch of her foot and started to stroke it up and down, all while still going wild over the human foot in front of her face.

I pulled back with my leg a bit, and Lyra took that as my sign to take a break. Slowly, we pulled our legs back until we were sitting separately again, looking flushed at each other. "So?" she asked.

I wasn't swimming in words. "That was… I mean…"

Lyra grinned at me.

"Look, I'll admit, feet are far from my top thing – legs themselves are probably higher – but they're still pretty nice. The… desire of it all got to me more than anything else."

The naked unicorn before me nodded. "Yeah. You… You're a lot hairier than ponies normally are, which is… interesting. And your skin is…" She licked her lips a bit. "…salty for some reason. Which gives you kind of a lasting taste. I… Mmm."

That gave me pause. Was that the whole trick? The idea that horses were supposed to like salt, so ponies might really like the taste of human emissions? Somehow I doubted that was the whole story, but it made for a compelling theory.

Geez, I'd really spent too much time lurking on imageboards. When had I become an M.D. in cartoon pony-human intercourse?

Lyra raised her foot into the air between us again, giving me a great view of her plump pussy in the process. She patted her sole. "C'mon, put yours here for a second. I wanna see something."

I complied, putting my foot up against hers. All of a sudden, we were pushing our feet together, her hoof-toe in direct contact with my human toes. We both had the same idea right after, which was to put our other legs up so that we were completely propped up on each other.

She reached forward with surprising flexibility, gripping our feet with our hands, feeling us both up at the same time. "Wow," Lyra didn't say so much as breathe. "So different, but..."

I let her keep it up for a while, then put my legs down once I started getting tired.

Lyra was happy as a clam. "Thanks for indulging me. It might not be your thing, but it's kind of mine. Human feet, anyway." She started laughing again. "Dammit, Pascal, you're opening up all these fetishes! Stop it!"

I threw my hands up helplessly. "Can't help it."

"Mmhmm. How's your cock doing?"

God, I was never going to get used to how casual that was. As for my favorite organ, it was most of the way there after Lyra's erotic interest in my body. "That primed me pretty well."

"Alright, good." She started to turn around on the couch. "I want to try another 'first.' That is, if you think you can last."

She leaned over the arm of the couch and swished her minty tail out of the way, exposing her whole backside to me. Her bare ass was just a little bit thicker than the rest of her, a soft bubble of flesh that contrasted with the rest of her small frame and complemented her big, perky breasts.

Lyra committed her weight to the couch and reached back to grab her ass in her hands. And then she spread them apart in front of me, showing me not only her swollen pussy between her thighs but the puckered, puffy entrance just above it, pointed straight at me.

In the past 24 hours I'd had a lot of heart-stopping moments of shock, but somehow this hit a new level for me. "Uh… ah…"

Judging by her giggles, she found my reaction incredibly amusing. "Never even crossed your mind, did it? Don't worry, it's a regular part of our bedroom play, so we…" Her horn glowed, and an aura covered both my cock and her asshole. In a second, both of us were suddenly wet and slick. "…know just what to do."

I gulped and started to line myself up. "You're a… walking magical toolbelt, aren't you?"

"I might've taken some seminars," she said vaguely, bouncing a little in anticipation.

"They teach lubrication spells at these seminars?" I couldn't help but ask incredulously.

"Among other things. And there are plenty of uses for a lube spell!" she protested in jest, before rubbing me between her buttcheeks. "Just… one we like more than others."

"Alright…" Finally worked up to it, I took her ass in both hands, lined myself up… and gently pressed against her puffy anus. The first attempt didn't push through, and I could feel her shifting and trying to relax a little more as a result. I tried again, and thanks to her generous lubrication, I felt something stretch around me and give way to my first few inches.

I gasped, instantly out of breath. It was hot; not just arousing, but filled with warmth that wrapped around my dick. It was also tight; tighter than anything I'd ever experienced, squeezing me for all I was worth and creating incredible friction when I tried to move. If I hadn't been fully hard before, I was now.

"G-g-gyah!" Lyra cried out as well. "Yes! Keep going! F-Fuck me!"

I did my best to comply. I pushed and pushed, and it was slow going – or at least it felt like it as my brain slowed down to process everything I was feeling. Getting the last three inches in was a trip, but the feeling of being completely hilted in that warm, tight space was worth it.

I barely registered Lyra starting to play with her pussy just below me.

Pulling back was agonizing. I couldn't summon the strength to move faster or pull harder, so every centimeter was an ordeal. Once I was mostly out I'd try ramming back in again, only to manage a couple inches of thrust, and then I had to start over. The tightness of Lyra's ass, even lubricated, could not be overstated.

Still, it seemed to be doing wonders for Lyra, who was moaning constantly at this point and letting out a cute little squeak with every thrust. After a few more cycles, her hand stopped moving and she suddenly shouted, "S-Stop!"

I froze in place, worried. "Did I…?"

"No, no, you're fiiiine… Don't want… cum…"

I looked down at my half-buried dick. I was still recovering from the epic titfucking earlier, so I was lasting a lot longer than I expected. "I'm still a ways off…"

Lyra moaned again in frustration. "Not you, idiot… Me…!"

My heart skipped a beat.

Slowly, I pulled my cock out of her asshole. She didn't make it easy – every half-inch she'd tell me to pause so I wouldn't drive her over the edge. It was surreal. Eventually, I managed to pull the head out with almost a 'plop,' and her back entrance clenched back up like it was elastic, like nothing had happened. A wave of green magic passed over my cock that I barely noticed in my addled state.

Before I could mentally recover, Lyra climbed on top of me and straddled me again, just as she had done earlier. I clearly saw her cunt, puffy and swollen and dripping, right above my dick. "Fffffuck me, Pascal. Do it. Please."

I just stared, too stunned to do anything else. "You're… kinda on top right now."

"I know, but…" Lyra leaned back, propping herself against my knees. Her breasts pointed up with her and her position made her pussy even more prominent. "It's your virginity. It's my offer. I… I want you to take it. Give it to me. I want the first move to be yours." She arched back further, coiling up with tension like a compressed spring. "After that… Fucked if I know. Just do it!"

Before my eyes, her puffy outer lips spread wide open, baring her pink gash to me. Without any outside manipulation at all, nor the presence of magic. Just… on their own.

Unable to resist an incredible invitation like that, I thrust upwards. I was consumed in an instant; there was no resistance whatsoever as all almost six inches of me glided into her entrance like… well, I'd heard a phrase about hotdogs and hallways.

And then it all clamped down. Her gaping hole tightened up in an instant, gripping my cock tight within her warm, wet… Fuck, this was like the blowjob before – I was losing the words to describe my first time with this – but twice as difficult. I could smell it as much as I felt it. I could almost taste it in my mouth. The sounds of wet squelching, flesh-on-flesh impact, and Lyra's moans of delight played together like a symphony. The sensation of being buried in Lyra's cunt consumed me, stimulated me on a primal level.

If it'd been hard to think before, I lost my mind when those velvety walls started to squeeze on me rhythmically, milking my dick in waves. All I could do was lie back against the couch and endure; I had supplied the first thrust as ordered, but Lyra officially took over the fucking.

The mere concept of what she was doing drove me to my limits, much less the reality. When I'd seen those lips part open, I thought it might be 'winking' or something, some kind of involuntary response to arousal. Which would've been hot enough on its own. I had dared hope it was just that and not the infinitely hotter proposal being forced upon me: Complete vaginal control.

Who the fuck were these fucking creatures?!

I lost track of time as she fucked me without hardly moving… until I felt the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching. "L-Lyra…!"

Her eyes shot open. Her milking rhythm on me broke pace for only a moment, then started again on me harder and faster. Her hips got into the action too, pumping up and down on me in time with her internal motions. "Close…!" she rasped. "Say something… Tell me what you want!"

I had barely any strength left in my body anymore, but I fought to make one last effort. I leaned in, cupped my hands around her breasts, and leaned up towards her ear. With a groan, I desperately growled out, "Call me Master, pet!"

That was it. I came hard, and everything I had left was ripped out of me by her incredible cunt. Lyra gasped and hugged tight against me, pulling me as far into her as she possibly could. "Master… Master's cum…! My human Master is coming inside me! Nn-rrng-gyyyaaaaah!"

Everything I could feel, from her vagina to the limbs she had wrapped around my body, tensed up quickly and then spasmed hard. Liquid rushed against my cock even as I pumped my own fluids out. A good deal of it squirted out of her and splashed against my crotch and my pubic hair. We just held onto each other for dear life, riding out the waves of pleasure until they got weaker and weaker.

I leaned down and pressed my face between her huge, green breasts. The soft skin felt wonderful against me as I cooled down, my cock softening within her.

"Ooooh…" Lyra cooed, running a hand through my hair. "Are you sure you can't go another round?"

Her pussy tugged on me again, deliberately. Somewhere deep inside my pelvis, I felt real discomfort. I was done.

"No, heh heh…" I laughed weakly. "No…"

With a mock sigh, she lifted her hips off of mine, giving me one last squeeze before releasing my head. "Oh, fine. You're lucky that was a good cum, Master- I mean, mister." Another giggle. "Whoops."

A flash of her horn later, and all the fluids we'd spilled on ourselves and the couch were gone. I marveled at the convenience for a second, then looked worriedly at Lyra. "Um… About the Master thing…"

"That was… kinda hot," Lyra breathed. "I could get used to that."

I grimaced. "It was just a bedroom thing. Let's not make it more than that."

But Lyra just laughed. "Of course! Good grief, like I'm gonna be your little 24/7 sex slave, following you around on a leash…" She blushed and caught herself. "Um, I mean I might if you ask for that, but that's not the impression I got. I mean, hey, context is important! I asked for some dirty talk, and you delivered. That was how that went."

Phew. No accidental pony pets today.

"I didn't realize you were into dominance like that," she continued. Then she smirked at me. "Though it was kinda ironic, given how helpless you were towards the end. So, what, you like being called Master AND getting topped?"

I shrugged helplessly. "What can I say? I like to have my cake and eat it. Something about a girl serving me with everything she's got, because she wants to…"

"Mmm, I'll bet. Having your own little herd of mares who want nothing more than the satisfaction of making you cum…"

My cock twinged, and that uncomfortable feeling came back. I narrowed my eyes at her and pointed, but I couldn't hold back a smile. "I see what you're trying to do. It's not happening."

"What? You started it. And I'm certainly not suggesting I'm going to find some silky bellydancer outfits for me and Bon Bon so we can spend a night serving your every whim…"

I laughed, because I couldn't do anything else. "Lyra…! Lyra, please, mercy!"

"Oh, fine." Lyra stuck her tongue out at me playfully. "You're no fun."

I had to take a deep breath to calm down, but I was amused and happy despite the teasing. "I'm trying to learn. I spent two weeks being told I couldn't, y'know."

"And I'm glad that's over!" Lyra exclaimed giddily. "Now we can just relax and be honest with each other and everything's allllright."

That caused me to ruminate a bit. This probably wouldn't have happened without the Normal spell in play. Lyra still might've developed an attraction on her own, but social pressures would have prevented her from acting on it, maybe even ever admitting it. Would she have hated herself for feeling that way, like I had for staring at all the beautiful mares? Would it have strained her relationship with her best friend to the breaking point?

All I knew was that I didn't want to bring those possibilities back. Nor did I want to lose the friendships I had gained, however based on sex they were. They were my only ports in the storm right now.

The conversation had come to a lull, and Lyra, sensing that I had become thoughtful, gave me another hug. "Feeling better?"

"Much. Thanks," I replied. I yawned, starting to feel tired again and comfortable enough to try sleeping again. "Think I'm gonna head back down. Got a busy day tomorrow, if all goes well."

"Of course." Lyra got up, gathered up her clothes, and made her way over to the hallway. Before she got out of sight, though, she looked back at me. "And Pascal… If anything should happen, and we can't do this again…"

I nodded back. "No regrets."

She smiled. "None." Then she chuckled to herself. "So sappy… Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, Lyra."

Moments later, I heard the bedroom door close. I retrieved the milk-stained blanket from the other side of the room and draped it over my naked body, getting ready for sleep again.

I'd be lying if I said I slept peacefully after that. I couldn't shake the feeling that if I went unconscious, I'd be unprotected and in danger of becoming that… stallion again. It frightened me to no end, how completely I believed I'd been something else. I found myself checking my body multiple times, to make sure I hadn't sprouted a tail or anything.

At some point, I got a good look at my feet, and remembered how I'd compared them to Lyra's. I remembered the feeling, how similar but different mine felt pressed up against hers. It'd all been sexually charged, but there was a more innocent significance – just two people from far away sharing a moment of discovery.

Moments like that, I could hold onto. They could be my guardians against this normalization. I had to make peace with the fact that, until I understood more and found a permanent solution, that was the best I could do right now. And finally, about an hour after Lyra left, I dozed off.