“Shh! Careful, Spike. Are you trying to wake him up?”

“Isn’t that what you’re doing in here?”

“Well, yes, but this is different. This is… experimenting, and I have to be delicate.”

“Why, though?”

“To be honest, I’d like to know why you followed me in here. You’re too young for this anyway.”

“Wha? But, Twilight, I-“

A door slamming noise makes me jump a little. Like it or not, I’m fully awake now, and can’t ignore the voices any longer. Maybe if I don’t open my eyes and pretend to be asleep, they’ll go away.

“Oh no, did that wake him up?”

Well, I tried. Suddenly, I feel something soft, yet firm, press onto my chest, and my fake rising and falling chest reassures the foreign pressure. I hear a sigh of relief from right beside me, and a familiar voice continues to speak quietly

“Whew, that was close. Now, where do I start?”

The voice belongs to that purple pony I met, Twilight Sparkle; I can tell from the nerdy eagerness she has. In the following moments, I hear a book open on the ground and a bunch of pages flipping before she chirps up

“Aha! Here we go. 'The Lovers’ wake-up’ technique.”

The what!? What in god’s name kind of book is she reading? Suddenly, some inkling of an idea seems to form in my head as I hear her gasp (and I assume clasp a hoof over her mouth to cover this) and say,

“Uhm…oh dear. Princess Celestia wants me to do this? Well, I guess it can’t be a joke if it’s included in the Handbook. Alright, I’ve just got to suck it up and- oh. Whoops. I probably shouldn’t word it like that.”

She ends that last remark with a nervous giggle. I start to piece everything together in my mind as I hear hooves walking slowly before the weight shifts on my bed. Yesterday, the Princess gave Twilight some books after she said I’d be living with her, and then she and Luna taught me about the relationship between humans and ponies (albeit a bit too directly). I hear her speak up again, mumbling quietly too,

“Okay, so, the book says…‘To make sure it’s a surprise, start concealed so your human partner can’t see you. Remember to be confident and welcoming; your partner’s'...uhm...'pleasure depends on your performance and care.’ Wow, no pressure, huh?”

After a few rustling noises, I feel her hooves start to insist on my jeans covering my thighs. Is she really going to do what I think she is? There’s no explanation otherwise, but I’m holding out hope… Until I hear a faint humming sound and my pants unbuttoned and zipped down. As they settle in around my ankles, I hear her mumbling to herself.

“Right, undergarments. Humans don’t have any fur so they have to clothe themselves all the time. Hopefully he won’t mind me disrobing him like this.”

Aww, man. I should’ve seen this coming. I feel my straining dick press uncomfortably against the fabric of my briefs and start to wonder how I could possibly get out of being sucked off by another pony in less than 24 hours since the last one. She’s gotta be underage or something. I shouldn’t just be letting this happen!

I hear a hesitant gulp sound come from directly in front of me. I peek slightly and see that there is, unfortunately, a pony’s frame lying sprayed across my legs under the blanket. I close my eyes in hesitation. Is she really going to go through with it? Maybe I should say something to let her know I’m awake.

Once again, before I can act, I hear that familiar hum signifying she was using her magic. Slowly, with the slightest of motions, I feel my briefs being lowered from my waist. Once I feel my arousal press against the waistband, on the edge of this decision, I make a slight groan as a sort of caution to her. She gasps in surprise and I hear the humming stop, as well as the blanket shifting as she adjusts herself. Once again, she’s muttering to herself, and fairly audibly.

“Oh no, what am I doing? I can’t do this; even with a stallion, I’m too nervous… Come on Twilight, It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Ponies did this for humans in the past, right? It can’t be that hard, I just have to… put it in my mouth…”

She gave herself a pep talk!? I mentally protest, but suddenly I feel my briefs being yanked down past my knees. Not by magic, but via Twilight’s own hooves. She speaks softly, this time in a hushed tone, most likely judging my privates.

“It’s so different from a stallion’s. The book didn’t have any pictures, so… wow.”

She seems genuinely surprised, and the way she said that makes me think she's only seen a penis in books before. I feel the same soft pressure against my shaft and correctly assume it’s her hoof sizing me up cautiously. As much as my morally sound, interspecies erotica-fearing mind tells me not to, I have to admit that it feels great. Her wide-eyed innocence and hesitation is pretty cute, after all. She whispers something to herself as I feel her hot breath all along my crotch,

“I wonder if it’s true… That swallowing his stuff will make my magic better. But, this feeling I’m getting…”

Then, in a move completely unexpected to me, she nuzzles her face against my crotch! Twilight rubs her muzzle against the tip in such an affectionate way that it makes me groan again. She doesn’t seem to notice this time, however, and continues nuzzling with a dazed look on her face. She even buries her head against my balls and sniffs deeply, inhaling the scent like an intoxicating wine.

“And this smell! It’s irresistible! The book didn’t say anything about how good this is!”

I start to get a little worried about her sudden enthusiasm. It’s reminding me of what happened to Celestia and Luna… only much more vocal. I hear her speak again, this time directly to me.

“I’ll do my best to make you feel good, Marcus!”

Then, just like that, she opens her mouth and takes the tip in, lashing her tongue around me like crazy. It takes all of my self control not to yelp in surprise. Her hooves hold my hips steady while she laps and sucks on me eagerly. Not only that, but I can feel her moans on my cock. They vibrate in such a pleasant sensation that almost makes me feel like I could cum right now.

I try to refrain from peeking, but my eyes open to find the blanket now gone, and Twilight in front of me with her eyes closed, seemingly in bliss. I eke out a moan of my own and her eyes open in response. Without any embarrassment whatsoever, her mouth frees me with an audible pop, and she continues stroking me with her right hoof while she stares at me with half-closed, thirsty eyes and says,

“Marcus! You’re awake. I’ve been doing some reading on humans and how to care for them, and I found out that you have something called ‘morning wood’, but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of it.”

I open my mouth in protest, but she quickly stuffs hers with my shaft, taking me in deeper than before and shutting me up quickly. I want to tell her to stop; I’m in control this time, but it just feels so damn good! In fact, to encourage her, I place my hand on her head and she takes it as a sign to suck and lick harder. As my hands brush along her mane, she shudders and moans around my dick once more, causing me to feel like I’m going to go over the edge.

“Twi-Twilight, I’m gonna cum…”

She doesn’t even bother releasing me to respond, instead uttering a muffled “Do it!” while bobbing her head along my length. Not wanting to keep her waiting (and unable to hold myself back any longer), I thrust my hips forward and launch my cum all around the inside of her mouth. Unable to cope with the large amount, she coughs and releases my twitching member, allowing more ropes of sticky fluid to coat her face and mane. She slumps down and swallows what she could manage bit by bit to evaluate the taste. Her horn rubs against my stiff rod, and I can feel magic emanating from it, producing a pleasant tingling feeling. It’s almost like her soft horn is keeping me hard on purpose. Finally, after a few seconds, she looks up at me with complete adoration, as if I’d given her the greatest gift in the world. Like I said, extremely cute.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! It tasted much better than I thought it would. And it has such a warm, thick texture, too.”

As she says that, she drags her hooves across her face, gathering the fluid and smearing it over herself. Enjoying the sensation slowly for what I estimate to be at least a minute or so, she moans deeply as she rubs the substance into her fur and I have to admit, it was sexy. She seems satisfied, however, and finally says (with an unusual, lust-filled tone),

“If you ever need some assistance, I’ll be here to satisfy.”

With a final, loving kiss on my tip, she gets up and trots out of the room happily. Once again, I’m left wondering what the hell just happened. As good a time as any to take stock, I tuck myself away and think about what I've learned so far (I tend to think in a cartoony, thought bubble-esque fashion. I stopped questioning it when I was young). Ponies get all hearts-in-their-eyes and submissive when they come into contact with my dick (lovely start, I know), and my orgasm seems to make them orgasm. Also, for some reason they find my cum tasty and it does… something to them…This is just too weird.

Why is interspecies stuff so encouraged here? I guess it’d be a natural adjustment since they seem to talk and coordinate themselves like a human society. I need to get a hold of that book Twilight was reading… Bingo! Seems she left it on the floor next to my bed after that 'Lovers' Wake-Up' satisfied her. I, however, was feeling pretty drained in comparison. I lean down to pick up the book and look at the cover, which reads…

“Your human and YOU: A Pony’s Guide to Caring For Your Partner.”

The cover itself features a picture of a human male hugging a cobalt blue female pony with his arms around her neck and both of them are smiling. The only name provided is “Freeze Pop,” which I assume to be the name of the author. I’ll keep it in mind for future reference, but for now, I should at least get away from this (most likely stained) bed.

I step outside the room to the pleasant sounds of birds chirping. It must be pretty early, and I can thank Twilight for at least letting me get some bed rest before that wake-up call she forced on me earlier. From downstairs, I can hear a sizzling pan, letting me know that someone’s making breakfast. I call out, rubbing my eyes a bit,

“I’m up. Who’s making breakfast?”

“Good morning, Marcus!”

A chipper voice that can only be Twilight’s sounds from in front of me and I jump when I see her no less than two feet away. I chuckle and give her a greeting in return, along with a smile.

“Good morning to you as well, Twilight. Are you making breakfast downstairs?”

Twilight shakes her head and answers while positively beaming,

“No, it’s Spike.”

Spike? Before I get the chance to ask, I hear a young male voice, possibly prepubescent, speak up from below.

“Yeah, down here!”

I peer over the side of the railing to see a small purple… dragon? Okay, ponies, sure, but DRAGONS?! This is insane. He’s wearing an apron and looking up at me with his own, slightly more subdued, smile. Not knowing what to say, I introduce myself casually.

“Uhh, hey. I’m Marcus.”

He turns back to the pan in front of him before doing a double-take as his eyes widen in surprise. Dropping the spatula he was carrying before pointing up at me, he practically shouts.

“Whoah! You’re a human! Dude, aren’t you supposed to be extinct!?”

I chuckle at Spike’s (previously true) misconception as Twilight leads me down the stairs towards the kitchen.

“I could say the same about you where I come from.”

Spike picks the spatula back up and resumes his cooking of what smells like eggs and pancakes while he continues to address me,

“Wow. Twilight told me she was having a guest stay with us for a week, but I never would’ve guessed you were a human!”

Twilight giggles and uses her magic to pull out chairs at a table for us to sit down, before chiming up,

“Marcus is staying with us while he reports his findings in Ponyville.”

At that, Spike seems to frown a little while he turns the stove off and says,

“Sounds like what Twilight’s doing. Boring.”

I have a feeling it’ll be anything but that, Spike. As Spike brings over the food he prepared for the three of us, I decide to ask Twilight about this whole “Elements of Harmony” thing. If anyone would know, it’d be the one living in a library.

“Hey, Twilight, do you know what the ‘Elements of Harmony’ are?”

Her eyes glisten for a second before she happily nods and speaks,

“Mhmm. You just so happen to be looking at the mare who holds the element of Magic. My friends are in charge of the five other Elements: Honesty, Generosity, Kindness, Loyalty, and Laughter. Why do you ask?”

I still don’t really get it. Six ponies hold these “elements” that are supposed to protect Equestria? In any case, I answer her honestly.

“The Princess told me I’d have to ‘become one with the Elements of Harmony’ before the week is over.”

“Hmm. Well, I suppose it’d be best to just meet us first, and… see what happens, I guess. Princess Celestia is a big fan of games.”

The giggle she ends that sentence with tells me she has no idea what Celestia meant by that, but she’s aware that Celestia is just toying with me. That sure is a lovely thought. I start diving in to my eggs while Twilight gasps, seemingly remembering something.

“Oh, that’s right! Marcus, weren’t you going to visit Rarity’s Boutique today?”

Aww, I forgot! I finish chewing before facepalming to avoid choking and answer

“Yeah, when I got here last night I was so burned out from my visit with the princesses I just ended up crashing in the guest room. I really should head over there. Thanks, Twilight.”

She nods, happy to have reminded me I guess, and levitates a pancake up to her mouth before taking a big bite out of it and chewing gleefully. Spike, on the other hand, coughs out the pancake he was eating (like a burger with his hands, for some reason) in a surprised manner and chokes out a realization.

“R- Rarity? You’re going to the Carousel Boutique today?”

I have a gut feeling that Spike has a crush on Rarity. His blushing cheeks at the mention of her name only strengthen my guess. Who could blame the kid, though? Aside from the princesses, Rarity was the only other pony I’ve met with such regality and raw beauty. Just recalling that gorgeous visage of hers makes my brain do back flips in anticipation. Before I realize, I’ve finished the breakfast before me and I can only think of heading to Rarity’s boutique.

“That’s right, Spike. Right now, in fact. Rarity offered to make me some clothes when I first met her, and I made a promise to go yesterday, but I ended up crashing here, heh.”

Twilight seems slightly downtrodden at my having to leave, but she puts on a smile all the same.

“I’ll see you later, then?”

As I head towards the door and begin to make my exit, I turn and say,

“Count on it.”

I carefully close the door behind me and take a single meager step away when it finally hits me…

I don’t know where Rarity’s Boutique is.

Finding myself in a sea of colorful ponies once more isn’t as jarring the second time, thankfully. However, even with so many of them doing their best to ignore me and go about their day, I still notice quite a few awkward stares of confusion and excitement in my direction.

Ponyville is quite the pleasant place, all things considered. There are flowers all over, covering the landscape in natural beauty, and I wouldn’t complain about the pleasant aroma that's wafting in the air. As I walk down the street, I stop in my tracks when I pass what appears to be a large gingerbread house. I can see normal shops and homes strewn about, so what is this doing here? My curiosity is piqued, and I decide to put off my visit for a chance to enter this entirely unique place.
I open the stable door carefully, hearing a store bell chime as I do so.

“Oh, hi Marcus!”

I hear a voice chirp up in front of me and see that the same Pegasus whom I had the pleasure of meeting while half-awake yesterday is at the counter of what appears to be a small candy store.

Candies, pastries, and assorted packaged desserts line the walls, all except some stairs off to the other side of the shop. Maybe since Twilight’s library doubles as a house, this place does, too? The decor certainly stays true to the motif of the place; everything either is or looks like it's made out of some kind of candy. (Is that structurally sound?) I would eat the place whole if that wouldn't get me in trouble. This place is like a kid's wildest dream; dozens of various sweets meet my nose all at once to mingle into an aroma that could probably lure anyone in.

I refocus my attention on Derpy, who, with her cross-eyed glance and sunny disposition, holds a warm smile while looking in my general direction and speaks happily

“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! Would you like to buy some delicious treats today?”

That cheerful voice could cure me of any woe, and I manage to smile in response as I walk towards the counter. Sugarcube Corner, huh? Not a bad place at all. I wasn’t one for sweets before walking in here, but just like candy itself, this place has a naturally addicting feel to it.

“I just might. Do you work here, Derpy?”

Once again she shakes her head, only this time from side to side and in less of an exaggerated motion.

“Nuh-uh. I’m filling in for my friend Pinkie Pie! She said she had to run some…uhh, what are those things called…”

She taps her chin with her hoof, trying to think of the right word. I'm not one to stand here in silence, so I chime in

“She had to run some errands?”

She gasps, which leads into another happy smile at my correction. With a nod, she answers

“Yeah, that’s it! Errands! And she said she’ll be back soon. It’s only been about half an hour, but I’m sure she’ll be here any sec-“

Even before Derpy could finish her sentence, the door behind me bursts open with gusto. A pony-shaped blur darts before my eyes carrying shopping bags and some utensils; a flash of pure pink, almost.

“Oh, that’s her now. She’s really fun, mister; I think you’ll like her a lot. Everypony likes Pinkie, after all!”

As if on cue, a pink pony with a cotton candy-esque mane cartwheels from out of the back room and lines herself right up next to me, taking me aback in surprise as she shouts

“Hello!”

I keep my smile amongst all this sudden excitement and return the greeting, attempting to muster up even a fraction of the joy she seems to have

“Uhh, hey. I’m Marcus.”

Obviously, I fail miserably, but that doesn’t deter this frantic pony from leaping up onto her hind legs, grabbing my hand and shaking it, and rattling me up and down in the process.

“Oh, you’re new aren’t you? My name’s Pinkie Pie, but you can just call me Pinkie.”

A snort-like giggle makes its way out of her lips and it causes her to burst into open laughter on the spot with her eyes closed. She lets go of my hand and falls to the floor, doubled over in chuckles. Even Derpy begins to chuckle at Pinkie’s infectious laugh as she walks over to us from the counter (still with a bandaged wing, I see) and helps her friend stand up on all fours

“You’re so funny, Pinkie Pie!”

Agreeing whole-heartedly, they embrace each other in a fit of giggles. I’d join in, but I can’t help but feel a little out of place considering how much they’re enjoying themselves. Pinkie releases Derpy from her hold and she looks back to me, still letting a few chuckles escape her lips as she starts

“Well, I better get going. My doctor says I should get plenty of rest after that fall I took last week.”

Somehow, I don’t think being around Pinkie Pie is very relaxing. In any case, I wave as she begins to trot out the door and say

“Bye! Hope to see you again soon, Marcus!”

“You too, Derpy!”

I guess I’ve become more accustomed to saying her name than I thought I would. Oh well, I like Derpy; regardless of her name and eyes, she seems like a nice, fun-loving pony. Pinkie Pie on the other hand is a bit more…manic. Seemingly calming herself down with a slight half-smile on her face, I hear Pinkie talking as the door shuts carefully behind Derpy.

“We should really throw her a party when her wing gets better. She deserves it.”

Pinkie spoke to no one in particular as she trots over to the back room to pick up the supplies she had so eloquently dashed in here a few minutes ago. I can’t help but ask, fearing my curiosity might get the better of me if I don’t.

“Do you know what happened, exactly? To her wing, I mean.”

When Pinkie comes back through the doors, she has a disgruntled look on her face. This is a complete shock to me, considering she was just smiling as bright as possible only moments earlier. I didn’t do anything wrong by asking, did I? Her mouth drops a shopping bag on the counter before she speaks, clearly giving off the vibe that she doesn’t really want to talk about it

“Some friends of hers played a mean joke on her and led her through glass windows during a low-flying race through Ponyville. She had to get bandages for the cuts she got.”

Oh, man, that’s horrible! I thought she was just being clumsy and fell or something. I guess not everything is sunshine and rainbows all the time if ponies like those can cause harm like that. I visibly lurch back as I imagined the pain she must’ve been put through, hurled through glass while flying.

“That’s awful! Did she say anything about it afterwards?”

Pinkie lets out a sigh while peeling through the contents of the shopping bag. They look like groceries to me; Apples, carrots, celery…probably just food for ponies, I figure. She turns to look at me for a few moments, almost sorrowfully, and answers

“No, not really. She told me what she could, but I was there…I saw it happen.”

Brutal. These ponies really do feel all the same things humans do. I wonder if Pinkie Pie will be all right. I almost try to reach out to her (and my hand ends up floating in the air when I take that too literally) but she shakes her head and perks up before I can say anything

“But never mind about that! You’re new here in Ponyville, right?”

Well, that sure was fast. She changed the topic as if nothing had happened, most likely just trying to lighten the previously-sour mood. I walk back up to the counter and give her a hand taking out the rest of the groceries and speak

“Yeah, I’ll be here all this week, thanks to a certain princess.”

Pinkie seems to know who I’m talking about and her eyes light up. However, she says something that immediately catches me off-guard as she drops the groceries she was carrying and gasps aloud

“That means I get to throw you a welcome AND a ‘see you soon’ party all in the same week!”

I can’t help but laugh openly at her bluntness. Pinkie’s naturally a party-loving pony, it seems.

“You sure do love parties, don’t you, Pinkie?”

She giggles to wordlessly answer my rhetoric question and leans down to help me pick up the groceries she dropped, only for her poofy mane to rub against my face in a pleasant sensation I can only describe as floating on a cloud bed made of cotton candy. For a few moments, neither of us say anything, but she eventually moves her hair out of the way and apologizes

“Hehe, sorry about that. Sometimes my mane can be a little clingy.”

I bet she gets ridiculous static with that thing. I want to say something about what I felt just then, but I don’t think it was all that important to mention. Having finally finished setting up the groceries on the counter, she motions for me to follow her to the back room with them before speaking up again, this time in a quieter tone that would suit a more modest pony

“Sooooo, I heard about you from Twilight while I was out and about.”

Oh no. What did Twilight tell her? Were they close enough friends to divulge details like that? Unable to form a coherent response, I questioningly repeat in an effort to get more info from her.

“She told you about me, huh?”

Dropping the groceries on the floor of the back room (which actually turned out to be a kitchen), she turns to look at me with a gaze of desire that lends another shock to my system once I catch wind of it. This can’t be going where I think it’s going, can it?

“Yup! You’re a human. One of those things that we used to live with a long time ago.”

Her rear sways as she takes a few steps towards me. Without noticing my own body moving, I accidentally bump into the kitchen counter behind me and she backs me up against it, resting her front hooves on my shoulders and allowing me passage to dive into the bright Cerulean pools that were her eyes (albeit half-closed and a bit dazed, it seems). As if she were drunk, she rests her head on my chest and confides in me without staring into my eyes again.

“You’re special, and I like that a lot.”

I chuckle nervously and silently wish I could sidle out of her hold on me, but I find I have nowhere to back away to. So, I do the only thing I can do and resort to the old tactic of “the comforting boyfriend.” I rest my right hand gently on her mane and brush my fingers through it gently. Only instead of peaceful, comforting silence, Pinkie elicits cute moans every few seconds and starts rubbing her face along my chest, urging me to go on

“Oooh yeah, that feels goooood. Do it again.”

Damn it, I forgot about the whole “dispensing magic through a human’s touch” thing. Unable to do much else my hand pets her puffy cotton candy mane yet again and she shivers under my touch before pulling off my chest lightly. She looks up into my eyes in a cute, begging way, just like a little girl and asks

“I can have some, right? I mean, just a little bit. A little taste never hurt anypony, right?”

Hard to argue with Pinkie Pie logic, and I’d say my libido didn’t have any qualms either, as I once again find my erection poking through my pants. Only this time, it was rubbing up against Pinkie’s bare underbelly and I swear I can feel how soft she is. With a slight jump, she gently hops out from my hands and trots out to the main shop area. I hear a slight noise before hearing her come back, only this time holding a bare pink cupcake on her hoof before setting it down on the counter. I’m a bit confused, obviously, and ask

“What’s that for?”

“I said I only wanted a little taste, silly. If I have the whole thing, I might just get addicted to you.”

She giggles playfully like she tends to, and starts walking back toward me. That doesn’t explain the cupcake but I decide to leave it alone for now, as I feel Pinkie Pie yet again breaching my personal space. Closer and closer, she eventually touches the end of her snout to the tip of my nose and breathes in my scent. Her eyes glaze over, and by now I’m almost fully expecting these kinds of happenings. However, instead of dropping down and tearing off my pants like a mad woman, Pinkie whispers to me

“Besides, I wanna make this last. Make sure we both feel good, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, she presses her lips to mine and wraps her hooves around my neck to pull me into a kiss. For a moment, I stand there shocked that a pony is kissing me, suddenly feeling romantically attached to Pinkie like this. However, after a few seconds, I can finally feel it.

I can taste heaven. Sweet, sugar-coated heaven.

On her lips, on her tongue; everything is a taste sensation that only serves to arouse me further. My right hand keeps brushing her mane and she moans into my mouth, somehow exhaling some kind of pixie dust or something. Sure, Pinkie Pie is weird from afar, but up close? It’s like chewing bubble gum while swimming in a pool of cookie dough and the sky is raining chocolate. There’s just no comparison to how sweet being engulfed in her sugary embrace is.

Unconsciously, my left hand seems to be working over my pants and has already unzipped and unbuttoned them. Pinkie notices this out of the corner of her eye and gently releases me from her hold. We both get a moment to breathe, which doesn’t stop our hot breath from cascading over each other’s faces and no doubt arousing us more as we try to catch it.

“It’s only fair if you touch me while I’m touching you, silly.”

She guides both of us at the same time, rubbing her soft belly against my still-clothed chest while her hoof swats my left hand away and rubs itself against my (by this point painfully hard) shaft. Her other hoof reaches up for my hand that rests lost in her mane and brings it down to her own crotch and presses my fingers against it. I can tell as my fingers brush against her thin fur that she’s absolutely soaked. She giggles again, only this time more seductively as she gazes into my eyes with her own half-lidded ones. I don’t even have to look down to know there’s probably a puddle beneath her considering how wet she must’ve gotten while kissing me.

My fingers caress her thighs and flick against her slit a few times, each time eliciting a much louder moan (one that was at regular volume, probably). For the first time, I don’t care if I’m getting intimate with a pony. For some reason it just feels right. Pinkie interrupts my thoughts, however, calling to me

“Ugh, what are you waiting for? Stick ‘em in, already!”

I wouldn’t want to keep Pinkie waiting, now would I? She’s already thrusting her hips against my fingers with desire and now has my shaft wrapped in her hoof and strokes it intently. I slip three of my fingers up into Pinkie’s wet slit and she cries out in joy

“Oh yeeeesss! Do it again! Harder! Faster! Com’ere!”

Her other hoof, no longer attending to herself, quickly catches my neck and drags me lips-first into another glorious kiss. Reveling in the same delicious texture of the inside of her mouth, our tongues dance harshly with one another as our passions collide. All the while, all this external stimulation is finally getting to me and I can feel myself getting ready to explode. Unable to form coherent sentences through the impassioned sounds our mouths were making for each other, however, I settle for calling out Pinkie’s name as a warning.

“Pinkie!”

Sensing it herself in some way with a few odd twitches, she flips our positions around for no other reason than to have access to the cupcake she sat down earlier. She picks it up and holds it in front of my cock while pumping me furiously while I do the same to her with my fingers

“Right here, please…Spray it on so I can get a good taste, but…Ooooh, Don’t stop!”

I show no sign of slowing down and my fingers prod her insides faster than ever before. Her hoof becomes a blur over my cock as she pumps me furiously. Faster and faster until, finally, I scream out

“I’m cumming, Pinkie!”

Even when orgasms hit both myself and her, I hear Pinkie Pie laughing like there’s no tomorrow. Her hot snatch pulses and clamps down on my fingers while squirting all over my hand (apparently, she even giggles wildly when she orgasms) and I feel my cum pouring out of me like a faucet for a few jets. I consented, I was rewarded, and damn if this doesn’t feel amazing. Pinkie grips my shaft and holds some semblance of control over herself, even while her body spasms wildly against mine.

Then, finally it all comes to a close. I look down, and true enough, there's the cupcake, coated in a few ropes of my very own…uhh, frosting, I guess. Pinkie Pie, herself, has a little bit of my cum spread across her underbelly but doesn't seem to mind one bit. She slowly comes down from her high, releasing me and rubbing my chest with her hooves delicately before planting another kiss on my lips. After a few moments of our bodies separating, Pinkie takes one look at me, smiles very widely and says

“Time to dig in!”

And just like that she tosses the entire cupcake in her mouth and starts chewing with her eyes closed in bliss. I don’t know what to say, considering how genuinely surprising and unthinkable the sight before me is. I can see my cum on her tongue and around her mouth, along with the crumbles of cupcake somewhat spilling out freely. Naturally, akin to what happened with Twilight and the Princesses, she swallows. Pinkie Pie’s tongue licks her lips eagerly, savoring the taste within her mouth and most likely stuck on her tongue. Within seconds, her eyes light up and she jumps for joy while claiming happily

“Mmm! Marcus, that tastes really, really SUPER yummy!”

As much as I’ve heard a similar line before, coming from the fun-loving pony known as Pinkie Pie makes me burst out laughing. Maybe it’s just the inherent silliness of the situation. Pinkie could probably make light of anything.

“Pinkie Pie, you are one strange pony, you know that?”

Proudly, Pinkie raises her hoof to her chest and answers

“I’m happy with my special talent, that’s all. Keeping ponies and humans happy is just what I do!”

With a wink and a turn to give me some space, Pinkie flicks her tail in my face light-heartedly and begins to take a few steps towards her forgotten shopping bags. That thick smell of cotton candy wafts by my nose again, only this time with a hint of satisfied libido. Still keeping in her playful nature, she exaggerates the sways of her flanks and lets her tail only partially obscure her uncovered, still-dripping sex. Sheesh, Pinkie, what’re you trying to do to me? I tuck myself away yet again before remembering where I was supposed to be right now. I hope Rarity doesn’t hate me for my forgetfulness.

In all fairness though, I’ve been…let’s say “pleasantly ravished” twice in one day already, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her (unless Twilight goes bragging to more of her friends, of course). Returning to me with another bright smile, Pinkie asks me

“You’re going back into town, right? I kinda need a favor ‘cause ol’ scatterbrain Pinkie here keeps forgetting.”

I chuckle just a bit. Pinkie Pie and I must have more in common than I thought. Even though I’d like to stay on my own agenda and not become an errand boy, I wouldn’t mind another distraction.

“What do you need, Pinkie?”

A smile of my own spreads across my face and she responds happily by bouncing on her (somehow very springy) legs towards a cabinet, snatching a paper with her teeth and bounding back to hold it out in front of me. I squint my eyes to read the small print

“Apple Family’s World-Famous Apple Tarts. Start with one and a half cups of-“

“It’s a pastry recipe that I borrowed from my friend Applejack.”

Pinkie manages to speak with relative ease considering the old piece of parchment dangling from her mouth. I carefully reach for it and she opens her mouth wide enough for me to retrieve it before she continues explaining

“It’s the only copy in ALL of Equestria, so I have to make sure she gets it back. Can you please bring this to her over at Sweet Apple Acres for me?”

Deliver a paper to a place I have no idea where it’s located, eh? No problem, Pinkie.

“Well, what’s she look like? It’d be easier to find her if I have a rough idea, at least.”

Her ears perk up as she leads me back out into the main area of Sugarcube Corner yet again, returning me to the pungent odor of cakes and pastries.

“Oh! Uhm, let’s see…She has an orange coat, and this cool determined look when she has a lot of work to do, aaaand she’s got a really thick country-type accent ‘cause she works on a farm, and she’s a holder of one of the Elements of Harmony, like me!”

The “orange coat” is really the only thing in there that qualifies as “looks,” Pinkie. One thing that catches my attention is her “Elements of Harmony” note. Pinkie Pie holds one of the elements? And she’s asking me to deliver something to another pony who also holds one? That sure was fast. Immediately, I start wondering aloud, hoping she’ll correct me

“Oh? Which one is it? Happiness? Airheadedness?...Partying?”

Once again, I watch with a full-blown smile as Pinkie Pie falls flat on her back and cackles like a hyena (another thing I’m pretty sure ponies can’t do). Eventually, she wipes her tears of laughter and speaks in between half-giggles and half-snorts.

“Nnhahaha! You’re really funny, Marcus.”

That natural response to her bursts of joy was all I needed to know that Pinkie Pie holds the element of Laughter. However, after quite the fun time we’ve had, I think I’ve had my fill of her for now. Any more and I’d probably get tooth decay, somehow.

“Thanks, I’ll get going and get this to Applejack for you, alright?”

Pinkie sits up, smiling as bright as she could, and waves to me as I walk out the door

“Sounds good! See you again soon!”

I take my first step back into the refreshing world around me and breathe deeply as I hear the door to Sugarcube Corner close behind me. Ponyville kind of feels like a wide-open pasture, what with the fresh air and greenery all over the place. Makes perfect sense, given the name. My moment of peace is short-lived, however. All of a sudden, I feel like I’m being tackled and thrown to the ground by some unstoppable force hitting me from the side.

“Agh, did a bullet train just bounce off the side of my head or something?”

I look around a bit, holding my injured side (Feels like a bruise, but I’ll live.), but I don’t see anything out of what’s considered ordinary here. I hear a pained groan come from behind me (Most likely my assailant.) and pull a quick 180 to find a very light, almost sky blue pony struggling to get up. What was most surprising about this particular pony was her wild and tomboyish rainbow-colored mane, the entire spectrum flowing down her hair and continuing on from her tail. Resting on her face, however, is the recipe that Pinkie had just given me. I must not have had a good grip on it after all. I hear a voice come from the pony

“Yeesh, sorry about that. My bad, I wasn’t really looking where I was going.”

The paper falls off her face as she speaks and fully stands up on her own hooves. When I see her eyes travel along my body and imagine what her brain must be processing, she gasps and jumps back, hovering with her wings a few feet away from me

“Whoa! What are you?”

I stand up myself on my own two legs and she watches with wide eyes and a head tilted at a close 90 degree angle in confusion as I raise myself up to be quite a bit taller than her. For some reason, her wings flare themselves out like peacock feathers in surprise, but I attempt to answer her as best as I can

“I’m just a human. Name’s Marcus, and you?”

Recognizing a chance to introduce herself, she performs a sort of spiraling uppercut in the air as a sort of impressive trick and announces

“Rainbow Dash; the one and only!”

Well, I guess if I had a cool enough name and was a showboat like her, I’d show off and introduce myself like that, as well. She hovers back down to meet me at eye level and curiously stares at me while she asks

“How long have you been in Ponyville? You look pretty new, and I think I would’ve recognized ya' if I’ve ever seen a face like yours.”

I bend down and pick the recipe up off the ground before returning to her gaze and speaking

“Just got here yesterday.”

“Ah, okay. It’s no wonder I haven’t seen you around, then.”

She flies in a circle around me slowly, sizing me up wordlessly while I can only watch. After a few moments she comes back around and faces me, chuckling to herself slightly and saying

“You know, you look pretty weak, Marcus.”

“What? And who are you to call someone else weak, little miss ‘bump into a human and bounce like a tumbleweed?”

Raising her right hoof and rubbing it with her left as if she was trying to impress me with her invisible biceps, she once again makes more bold claims

“Only the best flier in all of Equestria! What, you don’t believe me?”

“And what would you say if I don’t?”

For the first time in the minute or so I’ve talked to her, I see Rainbow Dash look genuinely bewildered. She even pouts and crosses her arms in a manner that I admit is pretty cute. Her tomboyish nature and confident attitude is actually more endearing than it would be annoying. She gets closer to my face and raises her voice to prove herself

“Well I’d say to meet me at the track field tomorrow and I’ll show ya'!”

Enjoying this brash show of confidence more than I probably should have, I push my nose up against her snout to make it so our eyes bulged out in an epic staredown.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yea- mm!?”

As Rainbow Dash presses her face closer to mine, however, she ends up locking lips with me! As soon as she gets the chance, she flings herself backwards and shakes her head to get her focus back, clearly disoriented. She stammers over her words and I swear I can see hints of a blush forming on her face

“I-…That was-…and you were…gah!”

Upon leaving me as much dumbfounded as she is, she zooms up into the sky, leaving a long rainbowy trail, which quickly fades. She must've been embarrassed. I sure would be. For looking like such a tomboy though, she sure does have soft lips, almost like she kisses fairly often. Damn, though, what was that all about? These ponies are getting stranger and stranger. I look down at the recipe in my hand and immediately remember what it is I’ve been tasked with. I have to go to the Sweet Apple Acres farm and give this recipe to Applejack, who also holds one of the Elements of Harmony.

How am I supposed to find out where it is? Maybe I should ask somebody. Pulling a quick survey of the area, I spot a few other shops as well as numerous ponies walking around. One pony in particular that catches my attention seems to be walking kind of groggily and staggers past me. By the general body shape and curves I determine it to be a mare, but I can hardly tell with the blue-streaked mane and big sunglasses that cover her eyes. I call out to her

“Hey, excuse me miss, can I ask you a question?”

I see her right ear perk up as if she’s now listening and she stops in place. She turns to look around her, but not specifically in my general direction. I don’t even think she can really see me.

“Huh? Is somepony talking to me?”

The voice was less groggy than I imagined it to be, although it still struck me as pretty tomboyish and similar to Rainbow’s. I walked over to her, and it appears that alerted her to my presence, as she turned to face me. She looked up, seeing my presence and tall stature but didn’t actually make a big deal about me being a human for once. I could tell she was tired (or possibly hung over) as she groaned out

“Hm? D’you want something?”

“Yes, I’m…uh, kinda lost. It’s my first time here and I need to get to Sweet Apple Acres. Do you know whe-“

“Hey, hey, not so loud, man. Take it down a notch.”

I thought I was speaking at a pretty low volume, but apparently not quite enough for her. I try to ask my question again, but first I bend down closer towards her so I can ask it slightly more quietly

“I asked if you knew how to get to Sweet Apple Acres. I’m kind of lost.”

She holds her hoof over her head; I think it’s to help block the sun’s rays even though she’s wearing protective eyewear. I think she nods, if she does so effortlessly, and I can hear her say

“Sure, it’s just down that way. Couple blocks and you can’t miss it.”

She uses her other hoof like a pointer finger and points behind me, past an ice cream shop and what looks like a farmer’s market from afar. I smile as I appreciate the assistance and say

“Thanks for the help.”

Turning back on her way and waving back to me she utters a groan of some kind and leaves me be. I’m tempted to ask her if she’s alright, but I think she’ll be fine. No need to meddle in other pony’s affairs while I’m here…why did I have to word it like that?

Well, she was right. If, by “couple blocks,” she meant “three dirt roads and a forest full of apple trees.” Standing in front of me, however, is a large sign that reads “Sweet Apple Acres,” so I can tell I’m at the right place. Now, I’m supposed to find an orange pony named Applejack. All I see are hundreds of apple trees and a house next to a barn, so I’m heading for the latter.

Something pokes me in the ribcage as I begin walking past the sign, however, and I stop to look at the disturbance. Right next to me stands a large stallion (gargantuan, considering the previous mares I’ve been spending time around) with a red coat and short orange hair. Attached to what looks like a brace around his neck is a cart filled to the brim with apples. They still carry heavy loads like horses would, apparently. Jutting out of his mouth is a piece of wheat, which only supports my assumption of him being a farm worker, but even moreso is the accent that lazily oozes out of his mouth

“Howdy. Y’all lost?”

I rub the back of my neck, slightly uncomfortable as I feel awkward standing here.

“Actually, I’m looking for someone (Would that be “somepony?”). Do you know Applejack?”

He lets out a very hearty chuckle, seemingly knowing full well who she is.

“Eeeyup. I reckon I should know ‘er. Applejack is mah lil’ sister.”

“Who’re you callin’ little, Big Macintosh?”

I hear a strong southern accent burst out from behind me, and I turn around to see a pony with orange fur, a light brown Stetson hat, and blonde hair tied up at the end (into a ponytail. And I realize how silly that sounds as I think of it). I figured someone living on a farm with a southern accent would have a more hick-like appearance, but I guess that’s just one of those stupid stereotypes I haven’t gotten over. She makes her way across a field and over a hill to appear in front of this “Big Macintosh” and I. Upon arriving, she lifts off her hat in greeting and speaks to me with her unusually welcoming voice

“Howdy there, pardner! Name’s Applejack, what can I do ya for?”

Even if I was never raised on or even near a farm, that voice of hers could melt any heart within a hundred yards and welcome lost souls for a good ol’ fashioned breakfast. Besides her impressively natural body, I’m gonna have to add “endearing down home accent” to the list of reasons why I already like this girl…Wait, no. Pony. She’s a pony, right. As she humbly introduces herself, Big Macintosh nods to me and walks past us carefully with the cart full of apples in tow. I decide to introduce myself as well, as unaccustomed as I am to this environment.

“Uhh, howdy. I’m Marcus, and I came to drop off a recipe that Pinkie Pie borrowed.”

I lift the piece of paper in my hand and she glances quickly before smiling with her eyes closed and happily thanking me

“Oh, well, thank ya kindly. Ah don’t know what ah’d do if’n ah didn’t have all the fam’ly recipes when time comes round for the apple fam’ly reunion.”

Makes sense for her to have a big family, being farm folk. She carefully grabs the recipe from my hand between her teeth before lifting up her hat and tossing the paper upwards, letting it land on her head to cover back up. I have no idea how in the hell she did that, but it was kind of impressive.

“Hmm, you don’t look much like any pony I ever seen, Marcus, what with the lack of fur and all. Ya speak English, though, so you sure ain’t just some wild animal. Beg pardon, but, what are ya?”

Having to explain myself should be getting old by now, but at least it’s not the same routine every time. If I found a pony that could talk before I came here I probably would’ve asked about it too.

“Heh, you might not have heard about my species here. I’m a human. Hu-Man.”

Upon hearing what I said, she does something I completely wouldn’t expect from her personality. Her pupils widen and her face flushes with an embarrassed blush in response. She shakes her head, attempting to reclaim her sensibility and says

“R- Really? A human in Ponyville, huh?”

She laughs nervously, seemingly knowing something and making it fairly obvious to me that she does, before continuing

“If it helps, I have heard about yer kind before, just…certain things in the old apple fam’ly his’try that we don’t bring up much anymore fer…reasons.”

Huh? So then she probably knows about my…ugh. I think I know where this is going. Before I resign myself to my fate, however, I hear her chirp back up

“Well, uhh, it’s been real nice meetin y’all, but I hafta get back to work. I’ll see ya ‘round, Marcus!”

With that, she flashes me a smile and turns back on her way without another word, leaving me confused again. She has to know, right? Maybe not every pony is as curious as I thought, and she probably doesn’t want to meddle. Phew, I guess I can consider that a dodged bullet, then. Once I see she’s already over the hill, I remind myself yet again of Rarity’s Boutique and how I need to get over there. It must be around 1 or 2 PM here (if this world even works by the same 24 hour time that mine does), so I hope she wasn’t expecting me early.

My main problem now is finding someone who knows how to get there. As I glance and only find hundreds of apple trees and acres of farm land, I hear a voice call to me from somewhere nearby

“Hi! What are you looking for?”

I look around, confused as to the source of the voice, until I hear it call to me again

“Uhm, down here.”

I look straight down, and there at my feet stands a young unicorn that only reaches my waist, looking up at me with bright green eyes bulging with curiosity and a smile as wide as a mile. Her tiny horn pokes its way out of a curled mulberry and rosy pink mane, and her coat is light gray in the same vein as Rarity’s. However, I notice she’s lacking one of those distinct marks on her flank that every pony I’ve met so far has had. I finally come back to my senses and answer her while she tugs on my pant leg waiting for a response

“Yeah, uhh, hello. I don’t know where the C-…uhm, what was that word?...The Caramel Boutique?”

She breaks eye contact for a second or so to chuckle lightly to herself at my mistake. Correcting me, she widens her smile and her voice cracks in such an adorable way as she speaks

“You mean the Carousel Boutique. You wanna see my sister Rarity, right?”

“Right, yeah. She wanted me to stop by to help me with my…wardrobe.”

As I say that, I glance down at my clothing that I’ve been wearing the past day and a half and I agree to myself that I need a change of pace. Plus, if I’m asking for anyone’s help, I’m glad to know that the beautiful fashion designer Rarity is the one who offered. This girl is her sister, too, so could she-

“Do you want me to take you to the boutique, mister?”

“Oh! Heh, yes please.”

Looks like getting there will be easier than I thought, after all. She turns around and nods back to me, motioning to follow her and I soon follow suit.

I soon find out that the filly’s name is “Sweetie Belle,” and she’s a member of a trio of fillies on a “quest to find out who they are.” I was going to compliment her on being so ambitious for her age, but then I found out that their goal only extends to discovering their special talent and earning a “cutie mark.” Well, kids can dream, and I’ll let them keep their “world is our oyster” mentality. We arrive at Rarity’s colorful boutique (which lives up to its carousel theme) in only a few minutes, further proving to me that Ponyville isn’t all that big of a place, all things considered.

Bursting through the door with never-ending vigor, Sweetie Belle shouts her greetings to her elder sister who’s nowhere in sight

“Rarity, I’m back!”

I hear the familiar sound of magic humming from the inside of the boutique, and immediately I hear a rushed voice call back

“Not now, Sweetie Belle! I’m very busy!”

I follow where the voice leads me through the doorway to get a glance at the owner of that enchanting voice, and she notices me and releases her magical hold on the floating items. Rarity gasps and smiles brightly at me while she effectively drops all of her work. Dashing over to me, she calmly expresses her exhaustion with a sigh

“Oh, Marcus! I didn’t know you were arriving so soon. Ugh, and my boutique is in complete disarray!”

She’s right. Taking a look around, I find dozens of clipped fabric and scattered garments thrown around carelessly, as if disowned or used up. Regardless, I don’t care about the tidiness of her boutique; I came to see Rarity, in all her beauty. Even now, wearing glasses for focus and measuring tape slung over her neck, she's gorgeous in a more professional manner. Her usually stylized mane in a ruffled mess; she’s still an absolute pleasure to look at. Still looking up at me with those stunning eyes of hers, she asks

“Is there something you need, darling?”

“You…said you wanted to help me with my clothes, remember?”

“Oh, right! Right, of course. Well, just take off your garments and fold them over there so I can get some proper measurements, alright?”

As she says that, she motions with her hoof to a soft-looking couch on the other side of the room and trots back to levitate the accessories off of her. Just when I start to question why, I remind myself that ponies are pretty much always naked. Here, they probably just wear clothes for events and for fashion, because otherwise they have their fur to keep warm. Even as I consider following her instructions, I notice that Sweetie Belle’s still standing next to me, seemingly admiring my height with a smile… I can’t take off my clothes in a room with two sisters! Much less a kid!

Rarity comes back after a few seconds of awkward silence, now with her mane in its original style. She stops in the doorway to what looks like her bedroom and sees me standing shyly in place. Finally, she asks with a bit of concern in her voice

“Are you alright, Marcus?”

“Fine, just a little, you know…”

I trail off before finishing the sentence, causing her to give me a confused look, clearly not knowing what I was implying. I try to make it more obvious by nudging my head to my side at Sweetie Belle and shifting my eyes down to her. I end up mouthing the word “embarrassed” silently to Rarity and her eyes widen a bit when she finally catches my meaning. She stammers a bit before speaking

“Ah. Well, I’m sure there are a few things that a gentlecolt such as yourself would like to keep private. Err, Sweetie Belle, could you be a dear and go have fun with your friends for a while? Marcus and I have some work to do.”

Sweetie Belle pouts a bit before turning and leaving while muttering to herself. The large purple door slams shut and Rarity smiles half-heartedly at me, urging me on

“Do go on, Marcus. There’s nothing to be ashamed of here.”

“Do I really have to? I’m not really as comfortable being naked as much as you are.”

She waves her hoof in a shooing manner and starts walking towards me.

“Nonsense, there’s nothing in all my years of running this boutique that I haven’t seen. Besides, perhaps you just need to spend some more time living free of your garments. I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”

Yeah, I don’t know about that. I gulp nervously as I accede to her assurances and take off my shirt awkwardly. Letting it fall to the ground, I kick off my shoes and catch Rarity still watching me as I undress. With an undone button and a quick unzip of my fly, my pants are down by my ankles before I take both them and my socks off. Standing in just my briefs, I pick up my clothes, fold them neatly and place them on the couch Rarity specified.

“Is this okay?”

“Perfect.”

I breathe a sigh of relief but still notice Rarity sizing me up with her eyes. Even though I still have my briefs on, I can’t help but feel a little vulnerable. She continues speaking as she moves her eyes across my body the way a fashion designer would a model.

“My, my. Marcus, you have quite the physique! Now, you need clothes for your top and bottom, and I’m assuming undergarments as well?”

“Shirts, pants, and briefs, respectively.”

She nods affirmatively, then uses her magic to levitate the nearby measuring tape up to my arms. I extend them out and spread my legs slightly so I stand almost like a statue as she stretches the tape along my limbs. As she does so, a floating clipboard and pen write some numbers down before being set down. She looks up at me closely and speaks softly.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you, Marcus. When I wear clothing, it gives me a chance to look my best and feel like I’m someone else. Someone more important…”

Rarity looks down at the ground for a moment and shyly kicks the ground a bit, maybe hitting a more personal note for herself before starting up again

“But you…”

She presses her hoof against my uncovered chest and I stare down at her as she seems focused on my body. She appears deep in thought, so I allow her to rub my naked flesh as she continues.

“You’re so bare and fragile. You need warmth and comfort and…I can help you with that.”

Before this gets out of hand, I grab Rarity’s hoof off of me carefully and remark to her

“I have an idea of where this is going, and I kind of need a moment. Can I sit down?”

“Um, sure. The bed’s over there.”

I walk in the direction she points in to find a round, cozy-looking bed with an overhead canopy in a large and well-decorated bedroom. Sitting down and holding my head in my hands, I get a chance to think to myself before I make any rash decisions. She’s probably only interested in me because I’m human. Rarity’s a pony, and I shouldn’t be in Equestria! Much less here, where I’m already feeling tempted to drop what little morale I had left. I’m only going to fall for it if I sit here. Suddenly, a few hoofsteps interrupt my thoughts as well as a voice asking quietly

“Marcus?”

I look up to find Rarity standing in the doorway with a look of concern on her face. She stands just as radiant as she always does, even as I can see she’s worried about me. With her hoof raised in a questioning manner, she asks

“Do you…find me attractive?”

Of course I do! I want to shout it to her but I’m too embarrassed to. What if she thinks I’m being too forward? Why am I overthinking this so much? First breathing out a drawn-out sigh, I answer her as honestly as I can while looking at her with a straight face

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Rarity blushes a deep red for a moment, clearly surprised at my honest opinion of her. She walks up to me and lifts my chin up to look directly into those sparkling eyes of hers. I can’t lie to her, and I sure as hell can’t lie to myself.

“Then what’s holding you back? So what if you are different? I like different, Marcus.”

What have I gotten myself into here? I don’t want to deny her feelings if she really does like me, but for all I know this could be another one of those “ponies and humans” things that Celestia told me about (mental note: read that book I got from Twilight later). Maybe…

Maybe it won’t be so bad. I guess I won’t really know if I don’t try, right?

Rarity takes the initiative and decides to hop up on my lap in an almost cat-like fashion. Her limbs dangle over my legs and she nuzzles her face across my chest and under my neck, once again showing her affection to me openly. I can feel her underbelly resting on my groin but I pay no mind to the stimulation as she speaks once more

“You’re practically hairless…cold, but surprisingly warm. And your skin is so sensitive…”

As if trying to take my body in like an aroma, her entire body rocks against mine, and I feel her soft coat brush along my uncovered flesh. Going by some unknown desire, my right hand seems to do what I feel would be natural and reaches for her head. I run my hand through her painstakingly stylized mane and rub her clean, thin fur and hear her eke out a quiet moan before she covers her mouth with her hoof. I can see her need to preserve her ladylike reputation is important to her, as I expected. I smile at her cute gesture as well as the blush that now paints her face red with embarrassment.

“I’m dreadfully sorry about that, it's just…Nopony touches me like you do.”

Admiring her honesty, I use my fingers to roll over her head and she yelps under my ministrations. Heh, I could get used to this.

“Well Rarity, I’m not like any pony you know, am I?”

“You most certainly aren’t.”

She stops gyrating in circles on my lap and cranes her neck to look up at me. Rarity…She’s just so beautiful, and she matches my type to a T, more so than any other girl I’ve been with. I lean in to get closer to that vision of elegance, feeling my inhibitions slipping and…

I just can’t help myself.

Our lips touch and her eyes widen in shock from this turn of events. I’m instantly lost in the sensation that bombards my brain. Unlike when I kissed Pinkie Pie, I don’t focus on taste or my tongue. This is more like an experience, a moment between two souls, regardless of the fact that one of them is an animal. She’s just so much like a human, even when she kisses. A few short seconds pass and her eyes narrow a bit before closing them as she openly moans into my mouth. Clearly wanting more, she pushes deeper into the kiss and her snout ends up bumping against my nose clumsily.

Once this brief moment of sheer bliss fully washes over me, I release my lips from hers, ending the kiss and leaving her hanging as she opens her eyes to look at me again. Now recognizing her embarrassed blush, Rarity turns from me and uses her hoof to nervously curl through her mane while saying

“Hmph, quite the gentlecolt, I see. Shocking a lady like that.”

I chuckle lightly to myself and casually prod her with a joke.

“So you’re saying you didn’t enjoy that?”

Rarity gasps in a mock fashion and pouts as she speaks.

“Oh, so you’re teasing me now, hmm? Well, I’ll have you know that two can play at this game.”

Upon saying that, I start to feel her body rub lower against me and press directly on my crotch in a circle. Grinding like that and purposely getting me aroused in a way only a pony sitting in my lap possibly could, eh?

“I can see somepony’s enjoying himself, mmhmhm.”

No doubt she's feeling my newly-formed erection almost ready to burst through my briefs. Before I get to make any comments of my own, however, she brings her head closer and whispers

“Can you take those off so I can get a good look at you, darling?”

I only gulp and nod nervously in response as she gently lifts herself off of my lap. I think she knows calling me “darling” is a bit of a turn on for me. Before she turns back around to face me, I manage to catch a glance at her dark gray nethers and see that her body is reacting just as honestly as my own. When she does face me again, I see the playful nature in her eyes has been replaced with pure anticipation. Her eyes shine bright and I even hear her hooves clapping together giddily while waiting for me.

Not wanting to keep her in suspense any longer, I reach my hands down to the waistband of my briefs and start pulling down. Once my briefs are past my knees, I hear Rarity gasp and look to see her gazing lovingly at my dick, her eyes looking like sparkling stars all the while.

“No stallion’s could compare! Marcus, it’s quite impressive. It’s absolutely marvelous in every sense of the word! It’s…”

I’ve kept my eyes on her the whole time, yet I still don’t expect it when she slowly leans in and takes me into her mouth gently. For the second time today, I find myself stuck in the moist warmth of a pony's mouth. Only this time, I've given myself over to the pleasure entirely while in this state of arousal. Unlike Twilight, Rarity is more ladylike during her performance; not making any loud, slurping noises while she sucks on me.

Instead, she puts her amazing tongue to good use, sliding along my shaft in long, slow strokes and circling the tip zealously. I can tell she's clearly enjoying herself while feasting on me, and even takes the time to give an adoring kiss to my tip before her lips pop off of me. She smiles giddily while gazing up at me and says

“It's an absolute dre-he-he-he-eam, Marcus!”

I guess I still don't quite understand the enthusiasm, but I can tell she's happy at least. Suddenly, I get a crazy idea in my head and smirk at the idea of following through on it.

“Rarity, you wanna try something I bet you never have?”

“Hmm?”

She looks up at me, clearly confused and rightfully so, considering my newfound boldness.

“Turn around and sit on top of me on the bed here. Lengthwise, not in my lap.”

Her face immediately turns a deep shade of red as she seems to understand the concept of 69ing as soon as I suggest it. Once again she stammers cutely

“But- But Marcus I couldn't possibly-”

“Ah ah, I insist. It'll be fun, I promise.”

Her lips quiver for a moment but she still slowly follows my instructions like she secretly wants to. Rarity turns around and after a few short seconds, I feel her rump sliding over my legs as her soft underbelly once again makes contact with my now-hard dick. She even makes adorable squeaks as she squirms her way across my body until her round rear end is in full view in front of me. Her tail raises up on its own, most likely providing me with the knowledge that she's willingly giving me full access to her wanting body. Once she has her sights back on my member, however, she seems to take her mind off her embarrassment for a moment and I can even hear her lick her lips a bit.

Unlike my preconceived notions (yet again), the glistening slit I'm faced with is a thing of beauty. Rarity makes sure to groom even her privates with care. Teasing her, I use my thumb to spread her nether lips to the side, giving me a better view at the darker gray color she exhibits here with bright pink insides. She chides me for my behavior, but I can tell she's wanting.

“Marcus, don't look at it like that! It's downright embarrassing...”

“Guess I can't control myself. The question is; Can you?”

I rest my hands on the hefty globes of her rump and pull her closer towards my face, immediately basking in the lovely scent and the taste of her aching pussy. Rarity lets out a yell in response, but without a moment to spare, she stuffs her mouth with my cock to stifle an incredibly loud moan. Once she does so, I can tell she's trying to ignore the pleasure I'm giving by sucking my tip with great effort. At the same time, I'm making my own effort working Rarity's delicate flower with my tongue. All around in slow circles and darting in and out, I elicit plenty of pleasure-filled sounds from her mouth as reason enough to keep up the good work.

Unfortunately, I sense myself nearing orgasm, but thankfully manage to hold off for just a bit longer. I continue my sensual assault on her body by rubbing her soft ass and digging my tongue deeper into her. Seemingly unable to bear my onslaught, she releases me from the confines of her talented mouth and practically shouts out in need

“Unngh! That's it! I know what I need, Marcus, and I need it now!”

Slipping my tongue out from her, I see her whole body visibly shake on top of me with desire. I suppose I could oblige the lady, considering how wild I've driven her. Deciding that I'd rather do this in a position I'm comfortable with, as well as her, I suggest to her to flip around once more so that she's facing me, and now I find myself face-to-face with Rarity in a place I never thought I would be when I woke up in a hospital yesterday.

Her eyes are half-closed as she stares at me, panting and waiting for me to do or say something. I feel her hooves hold my shoulders in place against the back of her bed frame. The tip of my cock is resting just above her crotch, waiting for our bodies to entwine with unbridled anticipation. Panting, my mind's clouded with lust (love?) that I can barely form coherent thoughts as to why I shouldn't do this.

So what if she's different? I like different.

Having made up my mind, I move into position and place my tip at the entrance to her marehood, taking a deep breath. Her hooves grip at me as I slowly push inward while Rarity begins whispering to me before turning into a full-blown scream

“I-...I love you, Marcus!”

To drive home my response, I thrust deep into her and shout with my eyes closed in pleasure

“I love you, Rarity!”

Damn, she's unbelievably tight! Squeezing my dick for all its worth inside her burning hot depths. It seemed like any ordinary vagina that a human woman might have from the outside, but feeling it sucking on me is a completely different sensation. I grunt loudly and hold her waist with my hands as I draw back from her without exiting and plunge into her again. Rarity herself is enjoying the act as much as I am from what I can tell, moving her hips along with my motions and yelling out after each thrust

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh sweet Celestia, YES!”

She really let herself go, huh? I find it pretty sexy how she loses all regard when she's like this, all things considered. Well, I'm not gonna complain. Having sex with Rarity is an amazing experience in and of itself, and one I fear is going to end all too quickly. She seems determined to make it last, however, as she leans in and kisses me again, this time sticking her tongue in my mouth and nibbling on my lower lip. As a gentleman, I welcome her with love and grasp the back of her head with my hand, petting her mane all the while.

She moans louder than ever before, only adding to my desire to keep fucking her. The rest of my focus is placed solely on my primal need to thrust deeper into her, and after a few times I feel myself fully lodged into her. I can feel my tip pressing against her womb and see her eyes burst wide open as her face slacks with pleasure. She releases me from our kiss and coarsely demands

“Oh Marcus, please fill me up! I'm begging you! Mmmnn...Harder!”

Finally, she shows her lust-filled and perverted side with how strongly she tells me to release inside her. Almost to the finish, I decide to grant her wish, pumping faster and faster inside her. She screams out in ecstasy as I groan, reaching my own climax

“I'm cumming! Shoot it all inside me!”

I don't know if any girl I've ever been with had shaken as violently during orgasm like Rarity is at this very moment. Her hot pussy releases a torrent of fluid all over my spasming dick, and in turn, I fire a load of thick cum deep inside her. Milking me for all I'm worth, she keeps clenching down on me for more and more of my seed.

The moment passes all too quickly as some of my cum spills out of her, leaving a pool of mixed juices at the point where our pelvises meet. Rarity's body slowly settles on top of me, and she relaxes herself over my body, awash in the same wonderful sensation that's drowned mine. An odd magical feeling overtakes me for a split second, but I just chalk it up to having sex with a unicorn.

Rarity rolls off of me, leaving both of us panting and with faces flushed red as I seem to be more exhausted than I think I am. I start fading into unconsciousness as Rarity rubs her hoof in small circles on my chest once more and whispers

“That was amazing, Marcus. Thank you.”

Eh? I'm awake again? Ugh, what happened? Did I have too much to drink last night?

I sit up to look around and find myself half-naked, save for my briefs, and lying in Rarity's bed with her sleeping soundly next to me. The lights are off, giving me the impression that it's probably late night by this point, and the view outside from the windows proves my assumption right. I look over and see her beautiful face peering out from above a carefully tucked blanket covering the rest of her body. Oh no...I really did have sex with her, didn't I? But-...But I was confused! She came onto me! I- I-...I gotta get out of here.

I sit up on the edge of the bed, careful not to mess with the sheets, and step out of the bed to start walking toward the exit. As I make my hasty escape from the situation now that I've determined I'm thinking like a normal human being again, I stop in the doorway to look back at Rarity for one long look. I whisper to no one, even though I hope there's some way that she can hear me

“I don't know how to feel about what I did or even what I'm doing now but...I'm sorry, Rarity.”

Leaving quietly, I carefully shut the bedroom door behind me and then afterwards the door to the boutique. Time to head back to Twilight's place; I need to do some serious thinking, and...some serious reading. Seeing as it's not very far, I begin to think of what I could possibly write to Princess Celestia before I get there to write the letter. In my confused state, it'd probably sound something like this:

Dear Princess Celestia,

What the hell do you want from me? Why'd you bring me here? For research? Or was it to watch me squirm, trying to figure out my place in a land filled with ponies who want me like this? You're sick, you know that? (I sigh to myself after thinking that, realizing I'd never actually write that.)
I'm just disoriented. This morning, Twilight decided to take it upon herself to wake me up in a certain way, and then Pinkie Pie made me jerk off onto a cupcake of all things. It's all...very confusing. And now, the one pony I've had eyes for since I first met her helped me take our relationship to the next level when I didn't even know we were in a relationship! Hopefully, there are some answers in a book that I found after I saw Twilight reading it. Until then, I'd like to take some time to think, if that's alright with you.

Signed,

Marcus Rook

Now, I find myself back in the guest bedroom after a quick explanation to Twilight as to what happened to my clothes. I decided to leave them at Rarity's. After all, she would need them to make a proper wardrobe and I didn't stay long enough to remember to go back and get them. I reach under the bed to find the book I saw earlier, and pull it out to read the cover once more

“Your Human and YOU: A Pony's Guide to Caring for Your Partner”

Well, hopefully there's something interesting in here besides tips on how to wake up a guy with a surprise blowjob. Rubbing my neck nervously, I sit in my bed and crack open the book, hoping for the best.

Author's Notes:

Original posting date: 6/11/2012

The first big chapter, also the one with the most clop scenes. It's quite a bit jarring, isn't it?