Samuel stared out the oval-cut window of his cabin wagon, the smell of Fluttershy's home-cooking, a bevy of baked fish and stewed greens, drifted up and away on a slow breeze.

In a dress of silky white steam, the fragrance twirled and teased his nose and eyes. Flashing smoke-thick hips swaying side to side and promising more, so much more, if he just turned his head where the basket laid.

You know, behind him. With Fluttershy.

The thought of just looking -and ogling and leering and perving- had his throat running dry. But still, a rush of arousal ran through his thickening cock. The simple pair of boxers he'd done today and nothing else doing little to keep it down. It was good they were looking in other directions. Samuel to the window and Fluttershy to his trunk full of clothes. She might have noticed the bulge growing the folds of his underwear, a fat thick uncut and unfucked human coc-

Okay! None of those thoughts. Not today. He has a guest over for god's sake.

Samuel inhaled and hoped his blood would rush somewhere else. Shit, his cock felt even stiffer.

Today was the day after laundry day. Today was also the day Fluttershy stopped by. One warm hoof-made meal for a chance to try on something from Earth.

Who knew what Fluttershy might want this go around?

She had the oddest obessession. Clothing. Human clothing. As far as he could tell, there wasn’t much of difference from what Equestria or better yet, Rarity has to offer, but she was hooked. And he couldn’t ignore an opportunity when he saw one. They made a deal. She’d get a shirt or two to take home and he’ll get a nice meal -with real meat- for dinner.

Samuel's stomach growled. One confusing and stilted noise belonging to something out in the Everfree than anything human. Samuel's dick reassurted itself in response, digging into his thigh as it reached half-mast. He shifted his seat, wanting to clear his head.

What was this really?

Why did every Monday morning end up with his mind degrading to either fuck or food. Not that he thought of attempting to seduce the sweet mare. They were almost friends and he'd like the arrangement they had in place. But this tension that lingered in the room, it was turning him on.

Because he knew he only had to turn his head to get an eyeful of-

Samuel gulped loudly.

But keeping himself mentally busy couldn't stop the sounds entering through his ears.

Her hooves shuffling on hardwood floor. Soft delicate murmurs of polite selecting. “I wore you last time but what about- Oh, I will definitly wear you! You were so gentle last time-”

Other than his boxers, Fluttershy had free reign over could take for a spin.

And honestly, most of the time his clothes wore Fluttershy more than she wore them. Because of the understandable difference between their built and sizes, his typical garb became raunchy on her.

Average t-shirts now skimpy low-cut dresses.

Shorts riding high on her hips. No better than a pair of daisy dukes.

Despite the fact Fluttershy was on the lanky side, the mare still had hips that could make a woman back on Earth jealous. Wide and round, what Fluttershy managed to get on her cheeky backside became stretched and defining. Denim stitching conforming to the curve of her impressive and perked tight rump. Cotton clinging between the soft creases of big cheeks.

And honestly, there was something erotic about a pretty girl playing around in Samuel's clothes.

He always had to do a second laundry after she left. Otherwise the smell of her would linger on his clothes. Not only the scents of her cottage; dandelions, old wood and mint but the other inappropriate sorts he shouldn't be sniffing after she's gone. Womanly aromas of her sweat, pheromones and feminine ...

God, Samuel felt like a creep.

Why couldn't he just drop off his trunk at her place and come back for it the next day?

But in truth, it wasn't just the fact that she was wearing his clothes that got his member ready to salute. That was only the fucked-up icing on the pervy cake. Her being here on messed with his tolerance of pony behavior. It reinforced the belief that she was naked. Nude. All naturale. And because of that, Samuel's eyes kept on honing in on her uh... Personals. Privates.

Not that she really had anything. Fluttershy's a pony. A mare.

But, his cock happily reminded him, she was still a woman. And goddamn it all. He could see it. The appeal of her body. Her long pink hair. Sweet green eyes. Plump lips. Cheeky ass. Her trim waist and the little pink-ish nubs that hid between her yellow hairs.

Plus ponies didn't care about looking. Not with how they bent down and over all the place.

But Samuel cared. He wasn't a pervert who was going to have his naughty eyed feast of a friendly mare just because it has been a long, long time since he got anything since he arrived in Equestria.