Citrus stamps her forehoof on the floor. “No!” she growls.

“But…” Tim’s able to start before Citrus steps forward a bit.

“Her recklessness is what got you turned into a pony against your will. She’s been a source of a lot of stress for you. In case you didn’t remember how you felt after she got your old phone working.” She tosses her mane. “She didn’t have to hold you at night when you had nightmares. I know Princess Luna helps you with those, but she can’t be there all the time.” She stops for a moment, composing herself, “I know your language lessons and Equestrian history lessons are important. But there is a reason why I requested that you have your lessons in Ponyville at her castle. She doesn’t belong in our home.”

Tim sighs, “Okay, I understand, love.”

She smiles prettily. “Now that the unpleasantness is out of the way, it’s time to get ready for work.”

“But I don’t work today.”

“Not your work, silly. Mine!” She tilts her head to the side and smiles.

Tim kneels down and puts a hand on her cheek, which causes her to lean her head into his hand with a smile and a sigh, “Have I told you I love you enough?”

She sighs, “I always love hearing it, love.” She turns away, using her tail to whap him on the hip gently, “Come on. If you join me in the shower, I guarantee you are going to get lucky.” She waves her hips as she walks, her tail moving to give him an eyeful along with an extended wink, he reaches out with a finger and grabs the very tip of her clit with a thumb and forefinger, getting her to stop in her tracks. She shudders for a long moment, the turns her head back, “Wait for the shower, love.” She says as she ascends the stairs with him tickling her hips and playing with her tail the whole way up. He loves the sound of her throaty giggle.

As happy as he is, his smile doesn’t quite go all the way up his cheeks. As much as she loves him, she’s very much an Equestrian mare, and something about that has him unsettled. Not helping matters is the simple fact that Twilight is becoming very pushy with him, and to his almost shame, he is finding himself both dreading, and awaiting, her. There is something very human about her -- how she makes a point of treating him like an equal, wanting to know about his background and his opinions. Out of everypony in Equestria, it is with her alone that he can express how he truly feels about his predicament. Being the only one of his kind weighs on him more than he wants to really consider, and only Twilight will listen to it without trying to immediately drown him in cheer to keep the harmony going. He enjoys her company a lot, and for that, he cannot help but feel at least a little bit like he is somehow a little bit of a traitor to his herd. He hasn’t told his mares just how much he misses Earth, but he has told her. They don’t know his reservations about their culture, but Twilight does, taking notice in that academic way of hers. Even though he knows he is likely never going home, with that little bookhorse right there almost as a surrogate human, it doesn’t seem quite so bad.

And this troubling, growing mote of affection for a mare outside of his herd makes him feel guilty.

***

Tim walks next to Citrus Blush, the yellow mare is happily prancing along through the streets of Canterlot. Tim finds his footfalls fairly heavy, Citrus may not have worn him out this morning, but he’s certainly feeling the effects of the exercise. Years of sitting while herding the trucks around had given him a little bit of a gut. Perhaps twenty or thirty extra pounds. Though with coming to Equestria, spending time outside, and the exercise he gets from walking everywhere with his herd, and the not inconsiderable amount of exercise he gets in the bedroom, he’s found he has abs now. Even though he still has the scars from the surgeries the ponies had to perform to save his life, his muscle definition and tone are much better than at any other time in his life. And the ponies don’t even have a concept of the TV dinner. There is no microwave that he’s seen in Canterlot. So, he’s certainly eating better than at any other time in his life.

He glances around and watches that pink pony, one of Twilight’s friends from Ponyville, lead dozens of ponies down the street, singing a merry song as they bounce along. Citrus stops with him as they watch the impromptu parade make it past them. The bouncy Earth pony waves at him with a happy smile as she pronks by, other ponies bouncing with her.

Citrus giggles, “Always gotta love when Pinkie Pie is around.”

Tim glances at his love. “Why?”

“She carried the Element of Laughter, it’s just her nature to make the ponies around her happy. She lives to make ponies around her smile.”

The pony parade continues down the street, though the song seems to be reaching a climax, judging by the increase in energy from the ponies as they follow her. Tim shakes his head, “I still don’t understand how there is music all around, yet nopony is playing anything.”

Citrus giggles, “Tim, the magic of harmony has been explained to you, right?” At his nod, she continues, “That magic is all around us, infusing every pony with the harmony of our world.” She nudges his hip. “Even you, when you told me that Princess Twilight had said that your magical resistance was dropping. Who knows, you might just get caught up in a Pinkie Pie song someday.”

“Have you?”

She nods. His eyebrows rise. “How was it?”

Citrus Blush traces a hoof on the sidewalk, “It was like being infused with happiness, with joy. You feel the magical connection that’s always present between the ponies far more acutely. You don’t need to practice, you simply know what to do, and your hooves move on their own, your voice raises with the others. And you add your own energy to the magic of harmony. The only way I’ve heard of it being a stronger feeling is in the Crystal Empire.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“The Crystal Heart, it’s what spreads light and love throughout Equestria. When the crystal ponies energize the Heart. It can be felt all throughout Equestria. All throughout the world, actually. Perhaps we can take a trip up north, to the Crystal Empire, and you can see what that magic means. Once you are able to feel the full effect of Equestrian magic, you’ll see why it’s so important to us.”

He nods as she continues leading him through the streets. She spends some work days continuing her work at the hospital, helping ponies that have been injured gain back their confidence. But the rest of the time is spent working at the cosmetic shop her mom had built years before. After her herd broke up with the departure of Rotten Apple, her mom had moved out to the coast. That left the shop in Citrus Blush’s hooves. She makes most of the cosmetics sold there, and they are highly sought after by the Canterlot elite. Citrus points ahead, a tall unicorn mare is exiting the shop, she notices Citrus and Tim and smiles brightly. “Hi, Citrus!” She comes over to Citrus for a hug.

“Hi, Fleur!” Citrus chirps.

Fleur looks up at the taller human. “Hello, Tim.” She says, offering a hesitant smile. She offers a hoof, which he bumps with a fist gently.

“Hi, Fleur,” Tim says brightly. Fleur dis Lee has only met him a couple of times, and is still a bit shy towards him, though with him being there with Citrus does help the taller mare’s confidence.

Fleur focuses on Citrus. “Why didn’t you tell me Tropical Dream was going to be here? Was she delivering some of that wonderful sunscreen she makes?”

“Mom is here?” Citrus stops and looks at Tim. “Tim, I think we should head home.”

Tim cocks his head to the side. “Why? I’ve met your sire. What’s wrong with meeting your mom?”

Citrus Blush blushes deeply, even her ears turning red, “Well, I haven’t exactly told her about joining a herd.”

Fleur gasps, “You haven’t told her the happy news? Oh Citrus, you should have her meet your coltfriend then.”

Citrus’s ears flatten and her tail tucks up under her rear legs. “I was planning on talking to her privately before I had Tim meet her.” She glances over at Tim. “I’m sorry, love, but she doesn’t even know humans exist, and she will likely not really understand that I’ve added a human to my herd.”

Tim smiles, “Well, wouldn’t be the first time meeting the mom was not ideal. I can head home if you really want me to.”

Citrus stands there for a long time, her ears flicking back and forth, finally she looks up, “Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Let’s go in.”

Tim follows Citrus as she bids good day to Fleur and trots happily towards the shop. Her tail waving happily as she turns and pushes through the door. “Hi, Mom! I thought you weren’t gonna be in town until the Gala.”

Tim looks at the other pony. Her back is to them as she sits on her haunches behind the counter. Her horn is alight and she seems to be unpacking a box sitting next to her, "Oh there's my little filly."

"Moooom!"

"Now now, Citrus, you'll always be my little filly and nothing you can say will change that. Just give me a moment, please. I was able to get a fabulous deal on some sunscreen ingredients locally. I have one batch that finished early, so I made time."

"Don't be a workaholic, mom."

"Oh, like you, little one? The main reason I'm here is to see you. You know how much I miss you. So what’s been keeping you so busy?”

Citrus sits at her ease, next to Tim as the older mare continues working. Tim opens his mouth to announce himself, but a soft whap from Citrus’s tail keeps him silent. He glances down at her and she gestures for him to wait. The older mare floats a second box closer to her, magic flips the cardboard open and some larger vials float onto the shelf. The only sounds in the shop are the chime of her magic and the soft clink of the glass vials as she places them on the shelving. Before too long she’s done. She takes a moment to fold the box flat and float it onto the counter. Tim can’t help but notice her similar coloring to Citrus. Nearly identical coat color with a two tone mane that is maybe a shade lighter than her daughter’s. She turns around and looks at Citrus and Tim. Her smile slowly slips off her face as she moves one hind leg backwards. Trembling a little, she stands there for a long time, her eyes going wide as her pupils shrink to the size of peas.

“Mom?” Citrus asks, “What’s the matter?”

Tropical Dream's breathing picks up as she starts to pant softly, her legs trembling as she backs slowly away. The confines of the store, however, limit her movement and her rear comes into contact with a display case. Looking side to side frantically, she appears to be searching for a way to escape. Unfortunately, the bump loosens one of the shelves and the bottles start to fall to the floor. Citrus quickly grabs the bottles with her magic before they hit the ground, but the older unicorn starts to shriek. “MONSTER!” Tropical Dream darts down the line of display cases and disappears through the door to the back room.

Citrus stands there for a moment, her magic fixing the shelf and balancing the stack of bottles. She finally lets her horn quiet as she shouts out, “Mom!” She darts down the aisle and slips through the door the other mare had dashed through, leaving Tim in the front of the shop, alone. Citrus’s mom seemed terrified, so he’d better not follow her. He shrugs and moves over to pick up the boxes Tropical Dream had brought in and emptied. He takes a moment to clean up the trash. He moves over and looks at the jars the older unicorn had brought. He lets out a low whistle looking at the price printed on a little tag on the bottom of the bottle. He picks up another bottle and quickly puts it down upon seeing its price. Everything here is very high end. He knows that Citrus makes most of what is sold here herself, and with these kind of prices, he can see how they live so well. The quality must be top notch to attract ponies with the kind of bits necessary to shop here.

A soft hoofstep gets his attention. “Tim,” come’s Citrus voice softly. “Could you come here?”

Tim smiles and heads over to the door to the back room. He ducks through and is greeted by Citrus’ work space, along with the storage and office areas. Tropical Dream is standing there, trembling a bit. Citrus moves over and leans against her mom. She rubs her cheek along her mom’s cheek and snorts softly nose to nose with her. “Mom, this is Tim. He’s my coltfriend.”

Tropical Dream gulps, “It’s… a.” She stops and looks at Citrus, then back up at Tim. “A pleasure.”

Quite often, when dealing with fearful ponies, Tim has found that sitting down and getting closer to their level allays many fears. He reaches over and grabs Citrus’ work stool and slides it under him as he sits down, “Hi.”

Strangely, even lowering his height doesn’t really seem to allay her fears, in fact, she shrinks back even more. Citrus puts a forehoof around her mother, drawing the larger mare closer to her. “Mom, he’s a human. He’s from another world. He’s the only one in Equestria, if not the entire world.”

Tropical looks at her daughter, then back at Tim. “He’s not related to the Diamond Dogs?” Her voice continues to quake tremulously.

Citrus gasps, “Oh, now I understand, he’s got the long arms and the hands, they remind you of the Diamond Dogs?” At Tropical’s nod she squeezes her mom even closer. “No, mom, he’s no Diamond Dog, he is gentle and loving. And he’s more like a pony than a dog.”

Tropical trembles, looking up at Tim. “You are big and scary,” she says softly.

Tim smiles, “I got that a lot when I first went around Canterlot.” He looks at Citrus. “But going around with Citrus and Cayenne, and later North Point, has shown the ponies around here that I’m not all that bad.”

She shivers for a moment, then she looks at her daughter, “How long have you been together?”

“Since the middle of spring. I had been talking Cayenne’s ears off about him. She knew it before I did. She told me later that it was about as obvious to her as Celestia’s sun rising. With how much I talked about Tim, how physical therapy was going so well, how his scars were healing.”

Tropical’s eyes narrow, looking at Citrus then at Tim. “Citrus, what are you talking about? Physical therapy? Scars?”

“Tim got to our world from a magical mishap -- Rainbow Dash did a sonic rainboom, and somehow that momentarily opened a portal up high in the sky. Pure dumb luck had him on an…” she stops, looking at Tim. “Airship?”

He shrugs. “It was actually called an airplane, but it’s similar.”

She giggles, “Okay, an airplane. Well, he fell and hit something, then he fell some more and landed on the ground. Rainbow Dash actually saw him finally land, and got him to the hospital in Ponyville, where they got him to Canterlot for the healers there. I started helping him soon after he woke up. That’s how I got to know him. How gentle he was.” Her voice softens as she continues to speak, “How nice he was, how well he worked with the healers. I did what I could to help him, too.”

She seems to not be quaking anymore. “And you are mounting my daughter?”

“MOM!”

Tropical Dream winks at her daughter, then looks at Tim seriously. “So, heat around here is usually in the spring, can I expect some grandfoals from that?”

“MOM! REALLY?!”

Tim rubs the back of his neck, “Well, while I’m not opposed to the idea, I don’t think it’s possible.” He looks at Citrus, “Princess Twilight has gone over the genes between ponies and humans, and she says that the chances of a successful foal are not high. She’s even doubtful that if I’m turned pony, the genetics would be stable enough for foals. But she’s less certain of the last. There is another stallion in the herd, though, so it’s not all bleak news for somepony wanting a grandfoal.”

“Is he mounting her, too?”

He looks at the venomous glare from Citrus and reaches out to run a finger along her cheek. Tropical’s eyes are glued onto his finger, but she relaxes when Citrus hums softly and leans into the touch. “No, mom, just Tim right now. Silver is new to the herd, so he’s going to have to earn the right to mount me; it’s only been a month.”

“I see. I’ve taught you well to keep your junior stallions keen, make them grateful to finally have you. If you let them just mount like any jack donkey to a jenny, that’ll undermine you as head mare faster than even playing favorites.” Tim frowns a bit. Citrus is smiling, looking quite pleased with herself, basking in the praise. Tropical stands up, “So, where is that salesmare you have? I sent her off for coffee when I got here, and she’s not back yet.”

Citrus giggles, “I’ll see what’s holding her up. I was going to help her today, and restock some. But with you here, I’m gonna have you meet the herd!”

Tropical Dreams smiles brightly, “I’d like that. See what mares have joined my little filly to make a family.” Her eyes dart to Tim, then back to Citrus a couple of times. Getting a soft sigh from Tim.

***

The sun is low in the western sky when North Point finally joins the rest of the herd in the living room after a long day working. Cayenne is humming happily in the kitchen while Silver is flitting around, making sure that Tropical Dream’s needs are met. He’s gotten her coffee, water, and even small snacks while Citrus and Tim spend the majority of the evening entertaining the older mare.

She still shivers once in a while looking at Tim, though the other ponies completely at ease with Tim there does have a good positive impact on her. “Citrus, dear, does this mean you're dating a... a... a... predator?"

"Moom... he's not a predator, he doesn hunt." Citrus moans, her ears flicking back and forth.

"Does he eat meat?" Tropical says seriously.

That gets rolled eyes from Citrus, "Not everypony is a vegetarian. Silver is a pegasus and likes meat too."

"How do we know where he comes from they don't eat ponies? Has anyone thought to ask that? Who knows, there may be stores back where he's from that sell meat balls made from ponies." She starts to tense up. Tim thinks to tease her with how some human societies really do eat horse meat, but stops himself.

"Mom you're overreacting."

Tim clears his throat, “I can honestly tell you, in my entire life, I’ve never eaten anything equine.”

“Well, you do like eating Citrus." The silver pegasus chortles.

"Not helping, Silver."

Tropical Dream subsides a bit, watching the herd sitting together. Cayenne comes in and sits down, floating bowls of her famous jambalaya. This version is meatless, but still amazingly tasty. Tropical Dream takes a bite, thinking. Then she smiles, “Oh, I know!” She chirps, her horn lights and a binder floats from her saddlebags. “You all need to see some of Citrus when she was younger.”

“Mom!”

“Oh, I wanna see!” Cayenne says, bouncing a bit in her seat. She crowds in to sit between Tropical and Tim, gathering a quick kiss from the human before she focuses on the photo album as it’s opened. She pulls a picture from the paper. “Here she is, trying on my makeup for the first time.”

“Mom!”

“Oh, hush, Citrus.” She turns to look at Tim, North, Cayenne, and Silver. “Well, she’s lucky I didn't name her Citrus Lipstick...” She brings up a second photo, a filly Citrus mugging for the camera. “She was so proud... even though she did look like a rodeo clown.”

“Mom, seriously? I was four!”

"Oh wait till you see the picture of her dressed up for nightmare night as a foal...."

"MOM! Why would you keep those!?!?!"

Tropical puts the two pictures back in the album, she looks at her daughter seriously. "As a mother, I had to carry you. I had give birth to you and raise you through nights of crying. I had to deal with your temper tantrums..."

"And?!??!"

"And though all of this, a mother takes pictures, which we can use as leverage, or to embarrass you in front of your friends when you’re grown up."

“Revenge? Seriously, mom?”

“Yup,” Tropical says with a gleam in her eyes, “that’s exactly why.”

“And you keep these pictures with you all the time? In your saddlebags?”

Tropical Dream’s smile widens. “This is my small album that keeps most keepsake memories. Wait till I come next time, I’m going to have stacks of pictures. You, your siblings, everypony...”

Citrus’ head lowers and she ends up lying on the couch. “Mom..!” is all she can moan.

Cayenne, who until now has been unable to talk due to laughing so hard, finally comes up for air, “Don’t worry, Citrus.” She breaks down into peals of giggles, when they subside. “I like your mom, she can visit any time.”

“You aren’t helping,” Citrus says acidly.

“Wasn’t trying to.”

Silver pounds the couch cushion, trying to get enough breath, finally he’s able to croak, “Citrus, you were so cute as a filly.” Getting a glare from the yellow mare.

Tim reaches out, trying to stop his laughing, for the most part. Even though occasional chuckles do break through. “It’s okay, love. I guarantee your mom and my mom would have been the best of friends.”

“Oh, when do I get to meet her?” Tropic looks eagerly at him for the first time.

That kills nearly all laughter for a long moment. Tropical blinks and looks around, confused. “Did I say something wrong?”

Tim stands up and kneels down in front of Tropical Dream, his hands parted about shoulder width apart, but the gesture is obvious. She nods and they hug. He holds her tightly, “It was such a freak chance accident that brought me here. It’s pretty likely that not only will I never be able to go home, it’s doubtful that it will be impossible to let my mother know what happened to me.”

She convulsively holds him tighter. “I’m so sorry, Timothy.” Finally, the hug ends, and she holds his hands in her hooves when he pulls back, “You are still too big and scary for my taste, Timothy. But I am glad that you are in my dear little filly’s life. I’m quite pleased with your entire herd, Citrus.”

Tim stretches and yawns as he stands up. “I think I’m going to turn in early.” He offers Silver a hoof bump and kisses Tropical Dream on the cheek before heading up stairs. His steps are plodding, slightly heavy. The last thing he’d wanted to think about was home home, not Equestria home.

North Point’s hooves clatter up the stairs with him as he heads into the master bedroom. North smiles as she closes the bedroom door, “So, Tim. You ready for some action to tire you out before you go to sleep?”

Tim nods as he finds himself yawning again. North’s horn lights as he pulls off his shirt, her magic already working on his jeans. Soon, he’s crawling into bed, with North kissing him enthusiastically as he settles onto the bed, she breaks the kiss and starts working down his body, “Tonight, love. You won’t have to do much.” She says softly as she follows up a kiss on his pectoral with a light bite.

Tim smiles as he folds his arms behind his head. For the next hour, he’d have this distraction from his loneliness, being a stranger in a strange land. He feels North rocking atop him. He reaches around and holds her, clenching her tighter than usual.

***

Tim feels his cock surrounded by something hot and wet. It’s riding him up and down, making pleasured, little gasps. “Tim…” the voice says.

He almost startles. “Karen! How are-?”

She shushes him. “Just relax, love.” Tim lays back, not moving, just soaking up this feeling. It’s not like the pussy of any of his mares. It’s familiar, tighter, and dare he say perhaps a little wetter. The pleasure is building in his cock, the pressure rising. Karen’s body feels so good. He longs to touch her, but he can’t make his arms comply.

It feels so good. His balls are tightening. Electricity is beginning to run along his dick. He lets out a small grunt. Karen giggles and goes faster. “Good stallion. I want you to cum for me.”

“I’m gonna…” He finally gets his arms under control. He touches her it’s almost like skin.

“Cum for me. Cum hard.” This is it…

He awakens just as he crosses into orgasm, his dick twitching in the woman’s warm hole. He opens his eyes. “Ka-… Citrus!” The mare licks up and down, letting him spew all over with an excited grin before cleaning him off with a carpeting of kisses along his shaft and balls.

She smiles, purring, “Morning, Tim! Must say I haven’t seen you spew that much in a long time.” He cuddles her, enjoying the feeling of the short fur, but somehow it leaves him feeling a bit incomplete. “It’s a bit late, but how about a little Citrus so you don’t get scurvy on your voyage?” He complies, but he more nibbles this time rather than devouring her.

Once again, it’s time for his twice weekly trip to Ponyville. The trip actually doesn’t take too long, and the chip that Twilight had given him, letting him access the royal coach, makes the trip quite comfortable. A bit over an hour each way isn’t that bad of a commute.

A frown is on the human’s face. He’s almost berating himself. He has a harem of lovely mares, but last night, he had dreamt of Karen and her decidedly human body riding him. And when he woke up, Citrus remarked how much more than usual he had ejaculated. Great, he’d rather dream about loves lost forever than be with his current loves for real. They’re great but… they aren’t human… they aren’t really like him. Though mares have teats, he can’t deny missing seeing what a proper pair of boobs look like, bouncing with every thrust of their bodies, their squishy yet yielding texture, and how infinitely he could kiss them, caress them, hold them, tease them... And while doing that, clap a hand to a pert ass and squeeze, hearing the satisfying slap of skin on skin. Plus, their bodies pressed together, feeling the softness and heat radiating from another just like him. It would also be nice to have a mate he could more properly cuddle with side to side without having to content with legs, manes, and tails at all kinds of odd angles. And as much as he appreciates touches and nuzzles, he really wishes that someone could hold him with soft hands instead of hard hooves, and the dexterity of fingers. He stops for a moment, shaking his head.

The streets of Ponyville are quite busy this beautiful, warm day, one of the last gasps of summer before they have to switch it out to autumn. Back home, he was lucky to get a couple of weeks of fall before winter weather clamped down on the city. Here, in Equestria, the ponies take their times with the weather change. And they celebrate every changing of the season. Though the ponies tend to find reason to celebrate anything and everything. Tim, again, walks through the bustling town. The white mare from the boutique smiles and waves as Tim passes. She seems to be watching three foals. One is white, like her. The other two are bright yellow with a red mane and a tangerine colored pegasus with a purple mane. Tim walks on, enjoying the bright sun as he finally draws closer to the castle. One of the guards comes up to him. “You here to see Princess Twilight?”

Tim nods and the mare’s horn lights, opening the front door. “She’s waiting for you, that’s for certain. Go get em, wyvern,” she says with a wink and a slap on his rear from her tail. As the door closes behind him, he rubs his rear for a moment, looking back at the closed door.

“What was that all about?” He muses as he adjusts is ruck on his shoulder and makes his way down stairs.

He gets to her lab and pokes his head in. The lights are dim and the equipment seems to be off. Tim turns around and heads back up the stairs. He knows where the throne room with that ginormous circular table is. Though upon reaching the room, he finds it empty as well. His eyebrows rise as he turns around, usually Spike would have caught up with him by now. He shakes his head, even calling out a few times hasn’t produced the young dragon. Tim thinks for a moment, she just might be in her office. He climbs the steps again, heading further and higher into the large castle.

He finally gets to the right door. He’s only been in her office once before. The door squeaks softly as he enters, though the room is empty as well. He briefly considers opening the interior door, but that one is to her bedroom. And he’s not about to invade her bedroom without permission.

Apparently, the squeak of the office door got her attention. “Cadance? Is that you?” Tim opens his mouth to answer through the door when she pipes up again, opening the door with her magic. “That cooler you gave me last night just wasn’t enough. I think I broke it…” Tim sees her. She makes eye contact, and her pupils shrink to pinpricks. “Tim! What’re you doing here?”

He finds himself looking around. “Um, yeah? It’s Friday, I was here Tuesday.”

She frowns, her wings are saluting the sky, though she’s fighting with them. “I know I had Cadance send you a letter. I watched her write it and send it, I had to cancel today. I was expecting Cadance to be back here.”

He shrugs, “Oh, I never got a letter. If this is a bad time, Twilight, I’ll go.”

“DON’T GO!” She very nearly shrieks, getting him to turn around, she’s standing there. Her tail is waving back and forth, she clears her throat. “I mean…don’t go yet. Since you’ve already made the trip, better not waste it,” she laughs nervously as she gestures for him to follow her into the bedroom. He sheds the ruck and starts to follow her. Her tail is continually flagging as her horn lights and the bedroom lights up. Given the size of the castle, he expected her bedroom to be rather large, though this is beyond even his thoughts. The bed is enormous, bigger even than his bed at Canterlot Castle. There is a sitting area, and everything is lit softly with floor lamps and table lamps spread throughout the room. As he crosses the threshold he finds his nose flaring. That smell is familiar. After a few seconds, he realizes it’s the same smell of arousal from Citrus and the girls, but it’s also somehow different. Could she be? He looks at the bed. He’s seen things similar on earth, but can’t help but ask, “What’s that?”

She yelps and her horn brightens, the black rubber whatever it is glows briefly and disappears, “Nothing, nothing. Just something to take the edge off. I’m sorry, I really wasn’t expecting you today. Not that I don’t welcome you here, you could come here anytime, day or night. I’d be happy to have you up here with me.” Her face flushes, “Well, not just here, anywhere in the castle, I’d find room to ride you…” Her blush intensifies, “I mean to have you ride me…” She yelps softly, “I mean join me for your education.” Her normally lavender face is closer to blood red at the moment as Tim sniffs again. “I’m sorry about the smell, I think I should open a window to air the place out,” the princess blurts.

Tim shrugs, his thinking getting a bit fuzzy, “It’s okay, it’s actually quite pleasant.” He tries to think of where he’s smelled that before. Nothing comes to mind. He smiles as he sits down on a chair in the sitting area, “I’ve gotten some new words to work on.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” She says absently, she’s running her hooves over her bed, smoothing out a few wrinkles in the sheet before her magic brings the comforter over to settle onto the bed itself. With her back to him he gets an eyeful of her marehood, which is clearly ready for action. The smell intensifies, and he shakes his head. The feelings are quite pleasant, though he finds himself shifting a bit as his pants are getting rather tight. He looks at his erection seemingly trying to burst from his pants. His little buddy is not helping.

His thinking slows even further as he looks up at Twilight. “I think there might be a problem, Twilight.”

She ignores him as she puts a hoof to her chest and breathes in, then pushes the breath slowly out as she moves her forehoof away. She repeats the action again, then she smiles at Tim, “What were you saying?”

Tim frowns, looking inward, “I said something?” He shakes his head, “I don’t know. My thinking seems a bit fuzzy.”

She cocks her head to the side. “Really? Pony pheromones affect you that much? I should write that down.” She concentrates for a moment, then she shrugs, “Or I’ll worry about that later.” She hops up to him, sitting down with her tail wagging from side to side along the crystal floor of the bedroom. “I have been working on a spell, wanna see?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, close your eyes,” she instructs. He dutifully closes his eyes, though his ears register the sound of her hooves as she clops to another room. “Let me just get something on here,” she mutters as the chime of her magic starts, then it intensifies for several long seconds before a pop announces a loud silence. He perks his ears, but he doesn’t really hear anything for long moments. Then he hears soft motions coming back towards him.

“Okay, you can open your eyes,” comes Twilight’s voice from right next to his ear. He opens his eyes and looks up. A human woman is standing there. She has a slim build with very tan, nearly swarthy skin. She’s wearing a sheer white wrap that’s very nearly see through. She has long black hair with a violet streak going down to her hips. Her breasts are a bit bigger than her frame would suggest -- he would guess D cups. Her frame narrows to her waist, then widens with feminine hips, just a few shades wider than boyishly narrow. He looks back up at her face to be greeted by still purple eyes, and to his amazement, a long, purple horn still extends from the top of her forehead. She smiles brightly, “You have no idea how much work it was to get this form right. Figuring out all the differences between human males and females with only a male’s DNA along with very few pictures of human females.” She reaches up and touches her horn, “My first attempts omitted the horn, then I had to find another unicorn to reverse it. So, I made sure to keep my magic.”

“Twilight…”

She drops her hands and the front of the wrap opens, exposing her chest. “You said you like breasts, and a few attempts had breasts that were comically large or not much more than mosquito bites, but I like this size the best. They are even bigger than when I go through the portal, though there my skin is purple, and I still have some equine qualities. And I don’t have magic there, because it takes away my horn, and my wings, too.”

She smiles and pulls the wrap open the rest of the way, pointing to her navel. “You humans have all sorts of different body types in your genome! I like this one, but your genes for hair are crazy! Some attempts had hair from the belly to the knees, others had none at all! Even on the head! This is the closest I could make -- does it work?” She has a small strip of pubic hair, but her lips are bare. Tim gulps at the view as she tilts her hips to show a bit more of herself, she uses her fingers to pull apart the labia, “Does it look human enough to you, Tim?” She moves a bit closer, “You can touch it, does it feel human enough? Does it smell right?”

“Um, Twilight, I appreciate your interest, but you really don’t have to do this.” He’s making a point of not staring at her anatomy, and keeping his hands far away. His face could ignite the atmosphere.

She sits down on his legs, her crotch less than an inch from his now straining erection through his pants, she puts her arms on his shoulders, “Tim, I know you liked me as a pony, but I don’t want you to just like me.”

Tim feels like he’s about to wriggle free of his skin. “I mean my herd isn’t here, this is wrong, Twi.”

Twilight runs a finger along his chin then puts a single finger over his mouth, shushing him, “Tim, it’s just you and me. Two friends. Both of us in need, and the other able to provide for that need.”

“But...”

She leans forward, pressing her entire front against his body, she rolls her shoulders back, letting the wrap fall to the floor then she wraps her arms around him. He reflexively puts his arms around her, All Tim can say is, "We shouldn't be doing this, Twilight."

She shifts to where they are nose to nose, “Why not? We are just two humans right now.” She leans forward and hugs him tightly. He feels her breasts press against his chest. He tenses, almost shaking. She strokes his back and he relaxes. He puts his hands on her shoulders and looks her straight in the eye.

“Because I have a herd. Citrus, Cayenne, North, even Silver… I can’t betray them; we make each other so happy.”

“But are they really, Tim? Luna tells me you dream of your own women. That’s a need they just can’t meet. Tell me, do you miss your earth?”

“I do, Twilight, more than you or they know. We have talked about it quite a bit.”

“What do you miss about it?”

Tim is downcast, slowly listing, “I miss fellow people, I miss having beef, or pork, or lamb. I miss not being on the receiving end of casual sexism and xenophobia from near everyone – I met Citrus’s mom; she reacted to me like I was a monster, and then she told Citrus she was proud of how her stallions were tamed, and Citrus beamed at that. I’m not Silver; I don’t like mares condescending to me. I miss the skin to skin contact that I had as a human with other humans.

Twilight interrupts, “So you miss this?” She sticks her hand up his shirt and rubs his chest.

Tim stiffens but answers, “Y-yes.” He touches her hand back, retrieving it. He grasps it, intertwining with her fingers. “Soft and warm – not like hooves. I miss the feeling of skin.” He looks at their hands, intertwined, “I never knew how much I missed that until now.”

Twilight Sparkle smirks. “How about this?” Her horn flashes, and Tim’s shirt vanishes. She hugs him again. He feels her breasts press against his chest. He sighs, and Twilight can read the beatific expression on his face. Next, she leans back and lifts her chest up, taking his hands in hers. “Touch them.”

Tim shakes his head. “Twilight, please, you’re really nice and I like you, but this is going a bit far, don’t you think?”

“This is our secret, and we’re just a couple of humans, the only woman and man in Equestria, and don’t lie; you’re liking this a lot.” She places as single finger on the tip of his erection, throbbing in his pants. Then she smiles as she wrests his hands onto her tits. “There you go,” she smiles, her horn pulsing as a violet aura compels them to squeeze, the fingers sinking pleasantly into the flesh. If he’d not known her true form, Tim would have sworn these were as real as the air in his lungs. Tim kneads her, feeling guilty, but not able to stop himself. Before he knows it, he’s kissing them, inhaling her scent. His hands are shaking, he’s practically drinking them in like a parched man in the desert thirsting for water. “Do you like my body?”

“Yes.” He’s able to pant.

“Is it everything you’ve missed.”

“Yes.”

“Good,” she says. She straddles his legs, her hot sex so close to his straining erection, she reaches down and runs a finger along the edge over his jeans, “Do you want me?”

“Twilight…” Tim is pleading with his eyes, glancing for an exit.

“Yes or no: do you like my body?”

He gulps. “Yeah.”

“I like your body. I’ve dreamed about this for so long. Oh…” She touches him all over, rubbing against him. The smell of her sweat and sex are getting to him.

Lust and longing are coming to a broil. He makes one last saving throw. “Twilight, please, I can’t do this, not to Citrus, Cayenne, North, Silver…”

Twilight kisses him, foiling his attempt at a dodge with her magic. Her tongue invades his mouth and soon get a small moan back from him. “Please, Tim, don’t deny yourself this. We’re friends, right? And friends make each other happy. I’m the princess of friendship… let me make you happy in a way only I can. And you’ll be making me happy, too.”

“Twilight, I-“

She shoves her breasts in his face. “Please, Tim, just this once. It’ll make me happy, it’ll make you happy, and it’s not like anypony else can do this for you…”

“You won’t take no for an answer, will you?”

Twilight giggles, her hand reaching down to his pants. “Why would anyone be mad about a princess’s affections? I want this… honor your princess… you know you want this…” She didn’t wait for his response, striking before he could object. She kisses his chin, then wraps her hands around his shoulders as she brings him closer as she presses her body along his, “No more. I want this. Let me have you. Your body agrees.” Her tongue invades his mouth in a passionate kiss.

As is now the norm, Kalash had quite a bit of input on this chapter. He has also raised a concern. At times, some things that I think are subtly hinted at end up being treated like surprises out of nowhere. So, this is a bit of a shift, having more explicit laying out of the characters and what they are thinking. So, let me know what you think on that.