Endymion took a corner, slid and saw a large dumpster just sitting there. Smelly garbage, or angry Pegasus… Yeah, smelly garbage was going to win. He opened the lid, jumped in, and closed it down on himself. A moment later he heard the voice of the Pegasus mare he was hiding from.

Endymion grinned as he ordered an ale. He was getting a few stares, something that occasionally happened when he ventured outside of Canterlot. He just shrugged his shoulders and took the luke-warm brew. Grinning like a mad stallion he lifted it to his lips and took a drink. It was heavy, the taste of the local Pale Ale hops rang through, and it made him far too happy.

Of course part of it was that he was getting an ale without worry that his mother was going to find out about it. Sure, he was old enough to enjoy an ale, but all too often somepony would go tell his mother, she’d sit down with him, and she’d discuss why it was important for him to not drink in the public. That the image of the royal family had to be observed. For right now though, having an ale, taking a swig, and walking to a table seemed perfectly sensible and understandable. He found a table, nearby a couple of mares that seemed to be focused on their own ales.

“Ah tell ya Dash, we gotta find somethin’ and soon.”

He didn’t turn around, it wasn’t his business.

“Don’t worry AJ, that… you know what, most likely has a flank load of good stuff. We should be all set.”

“Uh huh, Ah seem to remember a similar song ‘bout that old ruin out in the Whitetail Woods, how we was a gonna strike it rich with all of the magical items some old loony unicorn left behind.”

He heard the sigh and the scrape of a chair moving, “Seriously, you’re gonna bring that up? Look, the stuff was there…”

“Yeah, it was, and it was no durned good! Dash, magic wears off after a Unicorn passes, unless it’s a holy item. That old Unicorn had lots of little mystical things that coulda brought in some bits, if any of it still worked. Instead we had a whole bunch of raw material that didn’t even put a dent in the overhead.”

He heard something hit the table behind him, “Look! I never said that the stuff still worked! I said that there was plenty of magical items there! It’s not my fault that the magic guild decided none of it was worth anything!”

“Yer our fence! Yer supposed ta know! Fer Sol’s sake Dash, ya got ta pull yer head outta yer tailhole and do a little research!”

He was certainly about to say something when he saw the lights come on over the stage. He looked up to see a figure coming out, dressed in a long flowing skirt that was cut up the sides until it rested right above her balloon shaped cutiemarks. Her hips were wide, lovely, her stomach wasn’t flat, but it wasn’t overly plump either. She had the look of a well fed, but active mare. He could see her wonderfully sized breasts, contained in what looked like a half shirt, buttoned on top, and knotted on the bottom. There was no evidence of a bra, and his eyes remained trained on her.

“When your rife with devastation

There’s a simple explanation,” she began.

He watched as the pink pony’s amazingly curly mane and tail moved as she swayed her hips, slowly dancing to a beat that seemed to magically just occur as she began to sing.

“You’re a toymaker’s creation

Trapped inside a crystal ball.”

Her hips began to sway slightly faster, the tempo of the beat increased, and she produced a tambourine from somewhere he didn’t see. Her right hand using it to play the instrument against her hip as she sang.

“And whichever way he tilts it

Know that we must be resilient.”

Her movements were over exaggerated, but it made sense for them to be somehow. He took another sip of his ale, watching as she entertained the entire bar.

“We won’t let them break our spirits

As we sing our silly song.”

He was going to get up, move closer, because something like this was something he’d never seen before in Canterlot. He moved his chair back, stood, nearly tripped over his chair, fell forward, and reached out to grab something to hold onto. His reach was greeted with a semisolid form, and cloth. He felt his fingers around the cloth, holding it, and then he fell a little causing it to rip.

He looked up to see an orange Earth Pony Mare, with very large breasts, glaring at him. He also noticed that his hand was holding onto the remains of what obviously had been a shirt she was wearing.

“Ummmm…”

“Gald darned pervert!”

“Wait… it was an accident I swear.”

There was a raspy sounding laughing until he tripped backward, once again reaching out, trying to grab something, and his grip once more found cloth. He tried to let go, truly he did, but instead he held on and rode the fall to the floor, holding a now ripped pair of form fitting shorts in his hand. Above him a blue pegasus mare, whom was now showing the entire tavern her mare bits.

“PERVERT!”

And with that knowing there were no words, nothing he could say to make this better, and figuring that leaving the two mares alone the better idea Endymion scrambled out of the tavern. He heard the sound of hooves on the hardwood floor of the tavern, then the gravel road outside of it. His feet pounded the road, trying to stay ahead of the Pegasus and Earth Pony mare that both seemed to want to visit massive physical harm on his person.

Running was a perfectly valid thing to do. Sure, he had been enjoying watching that very lovely pink mare sing and dance, but at the moment his mind was more on the two mares who were closing in on him. He took a corner almost not making it, going between two buildings, and running until he had to climb up over a wooden fence. The Pegasus was obviously over head.

“GET BACK HERE!”

“Nope!”

He wasn’t even sure why he responded, but that sounded like a good answer. Yes, he was going to nope right the Tartarus out of there. None of the three involved realized that for months afterward their chase would be the talk of the town. Two indecently exposed mares chasing a very strange stallion all through the alleyways and backyards of Ponyville. One thing that Endymion did know was that if he was caught he was certain that some of his favorite body parts would be ruined.

He felt that those body parts deserved the time, care, and protection he could afford them. So, for the next hour and a half he did his best to stay ahead of the two mares, of keeping out of sight, and finally, finally he found the dumpster. He could hear the Pegasus mare outside, angrily swearing, cursing him, and basically every other stallion, and finally her voice faded out. He waited, several minutes, and after he no longer heard either of them, he got up, slipped out of the dumpster, and groaned.

Sure, he was used to messing with magical items, and even dealing with brimstone. It was a major component in more than one potion, but he didn’t relish the idea of smelling like rotting vegetables, rotten eggs, and three day old coffee grounds. Add some spoiled tuna fish to it and he suddenly felt exceptionally nasty.

Letting out an indignant groan of annoyance he began the long trip back to Twilight’s home. With any luck Twily would be asleep, he could go take a shower, and then throw his clothes into the laundry. He checked to make sure that there wasn’t anypony around, and kept moving.

“Hiya!”

He nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Ah!”

“Ah! To you too silly!” there was a giggle, “That’s an awfully silly way of greeting somepony. Oh my gosh you’re new to Ponyville aren’t you?!”

He nodded, “Yeah… Actually I just got here today.”

“Wowie! You know you’re in for a treat!” the voice said before the owner walked closer to him, “Oh pew, you need a shower, like yesterday! You smell like you’ve been hiding in the dumpster behind the feed bag…”

He looked at the same pink pony from earlier, her hair still a mess of curls, although now there was a light blue bandana that was tied around her ears and pulled her curls into a much more manageable mess.

“I kinda was. Those two mares weren’t too happy with me.”

She giggled again, “Noparroni! I’ve never seen them so ticked before! It was kind of hard to finish my song. I really wanted to watch the show the three of you put on.”

He started to walk again, and she walked with him, granted a little further over because of the smell of the garbage, but close enough to really talk and get to know the newest visitor to their little town. She grinned when she found out who he staying with, explaining that she was friends with Twilight too. She didn’t go into the fact that Twilight and herself were estrus buddies. There was just somethings a mare didn’t share. Certainly her wearing a cooler, smacking Twilight on the cutiemark, and asking her who’s her mama wasn’t something ponies brought up in polite conversation.

They made their way all of the way back to Twilight’s home, where the pink pony smiled at him, “I’m Pinkie Pie by the way, oh! Tomorrow, you might want to get up early, but not too early, maybe around nine amish!”

With that Pinkie Pie skipped down the road, and he watched her leave. A good part of him wondered how that pink pony had the energy she had. The other part wondered how she was able to get so much wiggle in her rump. He was sad to watch her go but delighted to watch her leave… Endymion then made for the back door. He figured he wouldn’t get detected because of how malodorous he was at the moment. He knew where Twilight hid her spare key and after procuring it, he quietly opened the door and slipped inside. His mother and best friend were nowhere in sight, so he tiptoed up the stairs, went into the guest room he was using,

After disrobing and throwing his now stained and smelly clothes into the laundry, Endymion made his way to the shower. Once he got the water to his prefered temperature, he slipped into the stream of the shower. The warm water was highly relaxing after the cock up that his afternoon was. He lingered under the hot cascade for at least five minutes before he got to working up a lather with the body wash and shampoo supplied. A vigorous scrubbing removed the dirt and odor of the day and Endymion was getting so relaxed that he could not help the erection that rose up. An enticing image of Pinkie Pie onstage, sans her signature Gypsy garb, formed in his mind. He began to mindlessly stroke himself off, reveling in the memory of Pinkie’s luscious rump as she bounced away.

He was so lost in his lust trance, he didn’t notice the bathroom door open, nor did he hear the sound of the toilet seat coming down on the toilet. He did, however catch the sound of the toilet flushing, because the once warm water turned icy cold in an instant.

“AUGH!” Endymion bellowed and in that instant, the shower curtain was drawn back. Standing there in a flimsy summer chemise with lacy, floral panties was Twilight. Her horn was lit up, like she was prepared to cast and in her hand was a thick tome written by Starswirl the Bearded. She looked on the verge of attack, until she recognized the figure in the shower.

“E-endy-?” Twilight stammered.

“Was goin’ on?” Asked a sleep filled voice, and Spike turned up at the bathroom door. Seeing Twilight in pre-attack phase, horn alight and book poised for striking, and Endymion, wearing naught but the skin Sol gave him, the poor dragon was taken aback. It lasted mere moments, but it was enough to get him to register what was going on.

“Dude,” Spike groaned, “get a towel.”

The young drake then threw a terry cloth towel at Endymion, who promptly wrapped about his loins and left the shower. Spike then looked after Twilight, because she was apparently in shock of seeing so much stallionhood in one place. Endymion left the bathroom, wearing the soft lavender terrycloth towel, and headed toward his own room. Events of the day weighed on him. That Earth Pony and Pegasus mare, then Pinkie, which if he was to be honest she was nice, kind, and certainly someone he’d be interested in spending more time with.

He removed the towel, his erection jumping back to where it had been. He wasn’t sure what to think as he sat down. He certainly had thought about Pinkie, but then again the towel he was wearing had the same detergent that Twilight used, or rather Spike used, for all of their clothes. So he was currently sporting wood while thinking of one mare, and smelling what could easily be his best friend.

Lying back he thought about Twilight. She’d always been kind of adorkable. Honestly, she was cute and sweet in her own way, and he’d never known her to be stuck up around him. So many of the Canterlot nobles were. Even Blueblood, one of his male cousins that he was actually close to, was fairly stuck-up about things. He was fairly sure that Blue would’ve said a few unkind words about the tavern tonight, but he wasn’t sure if even Blue could have dismissed somepony like Pinkie.

Realizing that he had the choice of either taking care of himself, or trying to go to sleep with his hard-on he chose taking care of himself. Silently he was thankful that his mom didn’t invade his dreams at night. There was times he would have loved for her to visit him, to banish the nightmares away, but he had no doubt that tonight was going to be full of some activities his mother never needed to see.

He closed his eyes, his mind following one of the first lessons of magic he learned. To properly do magic, to properly do anything, one had to have total focus on their objective. They had to be able to picture what would happen, each step, every detail, and it had to be perfect. His mind went back to the tavern, every detail he saw, the knots in the hardwood floor, the odd number of round tables, the even number of square ones, the mixture of old beaten up chairs mixed with newer looking wooden chairs, the smell of the ale, of the food, of the room itself, and then he began taking the other ponies out of there.

Every last pony except for the pink one, except for Pinkie. She was swaying her hips, singing her song, her long soft blue skirt that was slitted up the sides all of the ways above her cutie marks, Her seafoam green top that was buttoned except for the top two buttons, and tied with a loose knot under it. Her hand reached for the knot, pulling it apart, her fingers moved up to the buttons, undoing them, revealing the softness of the her breasts that resided there.

She breathed heavily, looking at him, stepping out to the table he was sitting at, moving toward him, pushing the top open and revealing a perfect set of breasts with nipples and areolas that were darker than her breasts, making them a dark red. She moved her hands down, finding her skirt, pushing it down, past those marvelous hips, and revealing that she was wearing no panties.

“Oooo, looks like you have something for me…”

He nodded dumbly, watching as she disrobed before him, slowly she slid to the end of the table, “Taste me?”

He leaned forward his tongue moving out, and she tasted sweet, like candy. His hands found her thighs and held them apart.

“Ooooo, Endymion, I love what you’re doing, but this is for you, you naughty colt,” she said as she pushed him back, slid off of the table, and found his pants. He felt her pulling them down, with all ease, her hand finding his raging erection, and then the softness of it touching him. Her mouth moved toward the tip, kissing it, tenderly, and he let out a deep moan of satisfaction.

He felt her take him into her mouth, shallowly at first, then deeper, and finally she was bottoming out, taking him right to her throat.

“Give it to me, I want it…” she cooed.

He moaned again feeling her sucking him off, knowing he wasn’t going to last, and then she began to change. He watched as her form flittered and changed like a magi dropping their illusion. It was Twilight, her proportions different than Pinkie’s different, but perfect in their own way.

“Endy, I love you,” she cooed as she came up for air.

He saw how wet she was as she pulled him up, laid him on the table and began to straddle him, “I’ve wanted this, wanted you for so long. Take me Endy, please, make me your mare.”

He felt her press down, his length pushing into her core, and he felt the furnace that waited for him inside.

“Oh Sol… Oh Endy…”

Her moans were heavenly, and he reached up his hands feeling her breasts. They were the perfect size for her. Just fitting into his hands with a little left over.

“Rut me… Oh Sol Endy rut me so hard!”

He obeyed, thrusting up as she thrusted down. He filled Twilight, never knowing that outside of this vision, of this dream he was creating, a set of eyes were watching him.

Twilight stood there, watching Endymion, her own eyes wide, seeing him stroking himself, and finding it hard to say a word. She’d wanted to come down and explain herself, apologize for walking in on his shower, and hoping that he would be able to move on from it. Instead she was seeing him working his very respectable stallionhood. Sol, he was big, certainly bigger than Written had been.

Not that Written Script was small, he was certainly large to please Carrot Top, but Endymion’s was most certainly bigger. Not being able to help herself, a hand snaked up under her dress top, finding her right breast. She began to cup it, her fingers finding her nipple and rolling it between them gently. Her other hand moved down into her panties, finding her now very wet vagina. She moved her index finger between the lips, feeling how wet she was, imaging that it was indeed Endymion, and then she slipped that finger into herself.

“Endy,” she whispered in a husky moan.

She watched him, her finger working feveriously. She wasn’t fingering himself, No, Endy had doubled himself, a hand was on her breast, a finger inside of her. She leaned against him, feeling the most delicious hardness that she saw against her rump.

“I’ve always loved your flank.”

She moaned softly again, “It’s yours… if you want it.”

“Pull your panties off.”

She moved her panties down, using her magic, not trusting her hands, and she felt his length touching her tailhole. She leaned forward, and he moved with her, he rubbed his impressive phallus against her pussy lips, getting it wet, and then he moved it back up to her tailhole.

“It’s still mine?”

She nodded, her voice couldn’t be trusted. He pushed in, and Sol he was gentle. Written had been a little rough when he did it, but thank Sol Endymion was gentle. He kept going, “I’m not stopping until I’m all the way.”

“D.. Don’t stop.”

She felt him become flush with her. Her tail moved to the side. Oh Sol she was his. She was his mare. No other stallion would ever be inside of her again. He pulled back and the feeling of being so empty was unsettling, and then she felt him fill her again. She opened her mouth, and the moan that left her was loud, very audible, and thankfully it only fed the vision Endymion had created for himself. She saw the Endymion on the bed, his most wonderful tool becoming harder, the head becoming a similar purple to some of her coat, and then she saw him explode. It flew, further than she was certain he planned on it doing, and splattered on her cheek. That happening, the vision of him inside of her pushed her over the edge and she orgasmed so hard she nearly fell down. Seeing him beginning to stir, she was faced with two decisions. Leave, or admit that she stood there, getting off on watching him getting off.

Everything her mother had actually taught her demanded that she leave. She listened to that voice, started to move, and looked back at him. For the first time ever if she stayed, if she did opposite of what she was raised to do, maybe there would be something. She watched as he began to sleep, realizing that he was not going to awaken she moved down a little bit.

“Mmm, Twilight…” he moaned in his sleep.

Her eyes widened, the world was turned upside down, and something she had been hoping for turned out to be real. He… He wanted her. She swallowed her nervousness. Upstairs, or down here. She had a choice… No, upstairs, She wanted him, truly wanted him, but she wanted his waking mind to realize what his sleeping one seemed to finally realize.

She’d win him, the old fashioned way. Maybe a trip to see Rarity would be in order….

Twilight, thankful that she showered and no longer smelled like she had pleasured herself last night, looked at the large number of ponies in her home. Princess Luna, who hadn’t left, seemed to happily be mingling, gladly speaking to the ponies around her, and was even kindly talking to Pinkie Pie who had thrown this entire party together.

Somehow Pinkie had known Endymion’s favorite dish, which was fried trout, his favorite cake which was chocolate, and his favorite flavor of punch. She questioned Twilight about it only to get the answer of ‘that’s just Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie.’ Still, it almost seemed as if Ms Pie could read minds, or at least could read ponies exceptionally well. A stray thought of perhaps having her visit during night court so she could get a read on some of the nobles struck her as very interesting.

At that moment the guest room her son was using opened, and Endymion stepped out. She shook her head as she realized that he was wearing naught but his boxers and a smile. Well, minus the smile and add a very confused look on his face.

“What in Tartarus?”

“Welcome to Ponyville! I said to wake up around nineish, and you did! Wow… I’ve never known anypony to want to party in their underwear, maybe you’ll start a new trend!”

“Nope!”

He turned around, walked back into the guest room and closed the door. Pinkie walked toward it, turned the handle, opened it, which if Endymion had paid attention would make no sense since he locked it behind him, and started down the stairs after him.

“Hey, grumpy missing your party no pants, you can’t miss your own party, that’s against the rules! You can’ t break the rules!”

He looked up at her, and she was certainly dressed differently today. Her Gypsy outfit had been traded in for a sundress that was a soft yellow. It actually looked nice on her. It was light enough, and thin enough, that in this dark room, with the right light behind her, he could see her body shape. He was very pleased that he was certainly right about her breasts.

“I’m not going to miss it. I just want to throw some clothes on.”

She grinned at him, “Okay, so, get them on.”

“Ummm.. Privacy?”

She grinned, “Really? After last night, you want privacy?”

His eyes widened.

“Uh… Uhh… What do you mean?”

She grinned, taking a seat on his bed, “Oh, you, me, Lucky’s, a private dance, my trying to get my party cannon stuffed.”

He swallowed hard, “That was… I was just…” she leaned forward and grinned at him.

“It’s okay, and I mean really, it’s okay I enjoyed myself, but let’s just say that I kind of sort of know when somepony is really thinking about me, especially if they really seem to like me. Most of the time I ignore it, but that was… Wow,” she said as she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“I… Ummm… I’m really sorry though. I didn’t know that you could… and I without even asking you.”

She grinned and touched his cheek, “Like I said, it’s okay, and I really didn’t mind. Besides, we got that entire awkward seeing each other naked thing out of the way, followed by me trying to suck the frosting out of your nozzle thing out of the way, so that’s certainly a win. Although, I don’t know why it went all dark… Although I sure smelled Twilight right after.”

Endymion’s face turned dark red, he grabbed a shirt, a pair of pants, quickly and quietly got dressed.

“Oh my goodness, really?! Twilight?!”

He didn’t say a word so she did, “Wow… You’ve got a great imagination!”

She got up, watching as he stepped past her.

“So, we’ve got pin the tail on the pony, Pinatas, Cider pong, a game of bits, and when things die down we’ll find some other games to play.”

He stopped at the doorway, his hand frozen on the lentil, and turned his head to face Pinkie again.

“Other games?” Endymion asked, “what other games are you talking about?”

Pinkie giggled, then hopped past him, even though he was filling the majority of the doorway, and said, “♪You’ll see!♫”

Back downstairs, Twilight was speaking with her other friends, Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash. The warrior and the thief had been regaling the mage about the pervert that attacked them in the Lucky last night. Twilight had a hard time believing their tale, as AJ and Dash had simultaneously described a being easily eighteen feet tall and wearing the scales of a dragon. This did not reconcile with the how this stranger, obviously intelligent enough to slay a dragon, would even think of accosting two of the strongest mares in all of Ponyville, if not all of Equestria.

“I don’t understand,” Twilight said with cynicism, “this stallion was huge and could have easily beaten the two of into paste and yet he ran away?”

“I know, right?” Dash said, “It doesn’t make sense!”

“Well, he did appear drunk, sugarcube,” AJ replied, “he m’ght’ve not been in any mind to be coordinated and such. Still, we ain’t lettin’ him get away with besmirchin’ our dignity.”

“Where did you learn a word like ‘besmirching?’” Dash asked the warrior Apple mare.

“Same place I got this attitude, mah family,” AJ smirked, “cain’t hep it if’n Cloudsdale cain’t teach their younguns proper.”

“Oh, that is it-” Dash tried to shout, but a soft touch at her shoulder told her not to start a row.

“Dash,” Fluttershy began, “you know, as well as I do, that you were never the best student in school. And Applejack doesn’t mean anything when she says things like that. Don’t you, Jackie?”

A scowl appeared on AJ’s muzzle, but it was quickly stifled for a dour look, “Yeah, yer right, Flutters. If’n ponies like you can come outta Cloudsdale, then there ain’t no need for disparagin’ their schools. Ah’m sorry, Dash.”

Dash looked like she wanted to argue, but the steely grip at her shoulder told her otherwise, “Okay, apology accepted.”

“There we go!” Fluttershy exclaimed, beaming, “Now, let’s enjoy this party. Pinkie Pie said this was supposed to be a special ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ fiesta, and knowing Pinkie, and seeing Princess Luna here, it has to be a real humdinger of a party. Anypony want some more of this punch? It is so delicious…”

“What is it, that blueberry stuff?” Dash asked, “Well, I was never into frou-frou stuff but I’ll take another glass.”

Fluttershy shook her head, “No, it tastes different, almost like raspberry, but with a hint of coconut.”

Hearing Fluttershy’s endorsement Rainbow Dash grabbed a cup, dipped out some punch, and took a drink. It was good. Normally Pinkie’s stuff had enough sugar to cause diabetes, but this wasn’t so bad. It was kind of mild with a faint bite to it. She liked it. AJ took a cup, dipping some out as well. She took a drink, smiled at Twilight who seemed to be still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that somepony as big as they were saying simply ran.

Even if he was drunk she’d figured that a stallion would stay and fight. Well most would. She knew a few that would run either because they wouldn’t want to hit a mare, or they were a little cowardly. Endymion was one that just didn’t hit mares. He was too respectful for that. It wasn’t that he couldn’t. But she’d seen him resist the urge to hit a guard before that whistled at him and said his place was behind a mare, rutting her silly. Stallions didn’t need magic school.

Of course he ignored it, but she told Princess Luna, and that same guard was suddenly finding herself scrubbing toilets for the maids, in the guest rooms. Princess Luna even had her do it in the most skimpy Prench Maid outfit she could find. She heard the door to the guest room open again, saw Pinkie Pie, and then saw Endymion.

“Oh there he is!”

Dash and AJ looked up, Rarity who happened to be near by looked toward where Twilight was pointing, Fluttershy turned around, and she saw him for the first time. He was certainly exotic. She noticed his build and then she heard her friend growling.

“THAT’S THE PERVERT!” Both Dash and AJ shouted at the same time.