Gently rhythmic motion brings Tim back to consciousness. He opens his eyes to near total darkness. His ears flick back and forth for a moment. “Huh, wha’ happen?” he’s able to croak out. He lifts his head and attempts to look around even though it’s completely dark. He can hear a body moving around, and after a moment, the light snaps on and he flinches at the sudden onslaught upon his optic nerves. He blearily looks around, watching Twilight hesitantly step towards him, a look of concern on her face.

“You okay?” She asks softly.

He looks down at his forelegs, “"Why the heck am I a pony now?"” He grumbles, fighting harder than he cares to admit to not panic.

She nuzzles his cheek and pulls away, her cheeks glowing faintly along with his, "What's wrong with ponies? Most of us get along just fine, Tim.” She says as she turns around to walk towards another bench. She hops up on it and lays on her side comfortably. “I promise I can fix this.”

His throat constricts. “That’s not what I meant.” He looks down. “Why…am I a pony now?”

“The mirror, it reoriented you for this world,” She sighs, “It shouldn't have, because you’re not of this world... I… but the magic that makes the mirror what it is, is really old, and I didn't take that into account. I really thought your magical resistance would work. I tried my hardest to bring you along on the teleport, but it didn’t work. I thought there was no way the mirror would affect you. Then, when we went through into the other world, you were unchanged.” She looks about to cry, “I really thought it wouldn’t be an issue.” Her ears flatten. “Sorry.”

Tim sighs and lifts a hind leg to check himself out. Four legs, yes. And, yes, he’s a stallion – he doesn’t know what he’d’ve done if he saw anything different. He looks around the room, a very luxuriously appointed coach. He looks over at Twilight, who’s horn is lit as she brings a book over. “Where are we?”

“On the train back to Canterlot. I don’t use the royal coach on the train very often.” She looks around at the small bookshelf and the very comfortable benches, “But, when I do, it’s nice.”

He watches her read her book. He asks, “What am I going to do?”

A bookmark floats up and into the book, which closes and is placed next to her. She looks at him as the soft glow fades from her horn, “You have two options. You can stay with me either back in Ponyville, or you can stay in the castle in Canterlot. Your herd can be informed that things didn’t go as planned, so you’ll be away longer. Then you’ll return to them once you are back to your former body.” She sighs, “Or you can go home, and we will tell them this was a magical mishap that will take a few days to fix.”

Tim sits there in shock. He can feel his ears flicking back and forth. Twilight seems to be reading him. She smiles, “I didn’t think you would like that option. So, that’s why we are on the train right now. We will head to your home. And you can be with your herd while I work on trying to fix this.”

“What if you can’t fix it?” His voice starts to rise. If he still had fingers, they’d be balled.

She rolls her eyes. “I will fix it, Tim, I promise. I’ve already written down six theories on how to fix the problem. Once I get you home, I’m going to teleport back to my home, and I’ll be in the lab, figuring it out.” She looks down, her face coloring, “Though I’m going to have to examine you once or twice. Your new form that is.” Her wings shift a bit, and she seems to make a conscious effort to keep them under control. “I’ll also help you to learn how to use that horn.”

Tim’s eyes bulge as his forehooves quickly find the horn jutting from his forehead. “I’m a unicorn?”

She nods, adding, “And for some reason, with my scans of you, there is no more of your magical resistance.” Her ears flatten. “Though when I’m able to change you back, that may be a part of your nature, so it’s likely to come back once you are on four- er, two…” She looks over at him, “feet again.”

He looks at her seriously, again, feeling his ears flick back and forth. “Does that really frustrate you?”

She huffs a bit, then she’s silent for a long time, seeming to look inward. After about a minute, he opens his mouth to ask the question again, when she responds, “Yes, it really does.”

“Why?”

She reaches out a wing and touches the tip of his horn, a certainly odd feeling to him, “Anything else in Equestria, I can get to know with my magic; I can touch it, feel it with my magic. I can explore it, inside and out. And I would know it’s nature and function right there. Unicorns use our magic for almost everything. And you are nothing more than a black hole to me.” She hops off her bench and crawls up next to him, spooning against him and putting her forehooves around him. “You’ve been such a mystery to me.” She puts her head on top of his like a shelf, her larger size making this easy for her to do. He can feel her breath on his horn, which causes his eyes to cross, “You still smell good.” She murmurs softly.

“Umm, thanks?” He’s able to squeak. He starts to harden, but he isn’t keen on this.

She squeezes closer to him, her wing folding over his body. “I had to use magic to pick you up and carry you to the train station. You passed out so hard.” That gets a giggle from her. “I just put you down and closed my eyes for a little while until I heard you move.” She boops the top of his head, “I’m sorry about this, Tim.”

He’s able to shrug his shoulders. “I guess it’ll be okay. I just hope Citrus and Cayenne will accept me the way I am.”

She moves her head and nuzzles his cheek. “Tim, I know they love you. I don’t think it will matter to them that you are a pony now. And as you said before you passed out, you don’t know how to be a pony.” She sighs, “But they will help you learn, and when I’m not doing research, I’ll help you learn as well. You shouldn’t be this way for long, unless you choose to be.”

“Choose to?”

Twilight blinks slowly as she answers, “Well, they want foals, don’t they?”

Tim nods, “Citrus does. Cayenne is still thinking about it.”

“Well, as a pony, you would be able to become a sire.”

He finds his eyes widening, children. With Citrus Blush?

Twilight hugs him tighter, “Tim, your breathing just got a lot faster. Are you okay?”

He’s able to nod, “I can be a father?”

“Yes, you are a pony, down to your DNA right now. You can have foals, so long as your mare is in heat.”

She trails off, holding him tightly as the train continues, he almost lets it lull him to sleep, but he fights it. “Twilight?”

“Mhhmm?” She murmurs softly.

“Why did you take me there? Based on everything you’ve learned before we went through, you could have easily dismissed that world well before we went through.”

She freezes for a moment, then she finally sighs, “I’m still learning about that world. It’s so similar to mine, and yet so different. The students wear what essentially are cutie marks on their clothing. Like Sunset Shimmer, she wears a shirt that has her cutie mark as a pony on it. Fluttershy wears a skirt with the same three pink butterflies she has in my world. And the clothes that appear on me when I step through…” Twilight Sparkle stops for a moment, her head moving. He glances over to see her looking at her flank, “Has the exact same cutie mark on it that my coat has here. Yet it doesn’t transfer to my skin. I’m still the same pony there as here, I just have a different form. Pinkie Pie here is exactly the same as the Pinkie Pie there. Yet… it seems as though some of them don’t follow their passions the same way the ponies did.”

He sighs, “Well, they have different lives; an economy that seems a lot different than you have here.”

She nods, “I know. So, some of their priorities changed.” She moves her hoof from around his shoulders down, it touches his flank softly, “Have you ever done anything that makes you truly happy?”

“What do you mean?” He nearly yelps as she giggles and moves her hoof back around to simply hugging him. This was getting uncomfortable; as attractive as the princess was, he was a man of a herd!

“I... I'm just wondering,” her voice trails off for a moment, then she perks up, “When was the last time you did something for yourself, or for others that... made you feel happy and at peace?”

“I...I don't know...some things are relaxing I guess...why do you ask?”

“Just trying to figure out if you missed your cutie mark or never found one?”

“My mark?” He yelps, “My cutie mark? I'm not a pony!” He lies his head down and huffs, “I'm not supposed to have a cutie mark, ok Twilight?” He shifts a bit so he can see her out of the corner of his eye, “Hell, I'm not supposed to have hooves...” Tears start to flow, “I want my hands back, I want my face back...I don't want to be stuck as some....”

“Some what?” Something about her voice quiets his tirade.

“Some... some... some stallion... I want to be myself.”

She makes soothing sounds and squeezes him tighter. “Tim, when I first went through that portal and ended up being similar to you. I had a serious freak out. You probably could have heard my scream half way across town.” She nuzzles the back of his neck, “If Spike had not been there, and helped me calm down, I don’t know what I would have done.”

“Why did you go through in the first place?”

She stops for a moment. “Well, you know Sunset is from Equestria originally.”

He nods, she takes a long time to tell him about her first adventure through the portal, back when it opened once for three nights every thirty moons. She finishes up by saying, “As with most of everything else I’ve told you, this needs to remain between us, okay?”

He nods. He takes a moment to calm down, though he finds he has to shift his hips a little bit, things seem to be moving around back their of their own volition. He lays his head down, “I don’t know what my calling is. I don’t have any special talent. I’m a good truck driver, I’m good with tools, and I’m a decent mechanic. That was out of necessity, though. My dad worked steel, I know he found his calling there.”

Twilight hums softly, “So, I know I’ve asked whether or not humans get cutie marks before, but I’m trying to understand why you don’t.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t know, Twilight. Maybe my world doesn’t have magic? And that world through the portal, the magic is different enough that you don’t have the humans there getting cutie marks.”

She growls, “But that doesn’t make any sense, if we get cutie marks, and they are our counterparts, they should get them, too.”

He looks down for a moment, “Maybe they don’t get them in their skin, but some part of the magic there draws them to put them on their clothing. An unconscious connection to the magic back in Equestria.”

She again puts her head on top of his and snuggles closer to him. “That’s possible, but it doesn’t seem they get their moment of realization, that moment of crystal clarity, of purpose, that a pony gets when they get their cutie marks at the same time. Twilight over there was almost five years older than I was when she started wearing that mark on her clothes. When she discovered how much she loved to learn, how right it was for her.”

“And Citrus, Cayenne?”

She snorts softly into his mane, "I was actually pretty excited at first," She murmurs softly. "A chance to see people that aren't following their cutie marks like in Equestria. Humans who have taken a different route then the ponies. But did you see her outfit? I couldn't see any marks, nothing that could be an alternate cutie mark. Nothing that could show she found a different love. And she seemed so, listless, almost empty."

He shrugs. “She was wearing business attire, many companies I guess have stricter standards for what one wears at work. She may be more casual off the clock, and it might show up there."

"That could be possible. I'm going to have to find out more, see if I can get Sunset and others to find out more information. This started as a request from Applejack though." She stops for a moment, "Not our Applejack, theirs. She knows about our Apple Bloom here getting her cutie mark. And though she hasn't told her little sister about her counterpart’s success, at the same time she's watching her sister trying more and more... dangerous? No, I guess the term would be extreme; they’re more like just activities with her friends. They have their own version of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, foals trying to find their place and cutie mark. But instead of looking for cutie marks, theirs are trying to find their place in the world and make their mark on the internet. Making online videos or such trying to get attention, validation, the things foals get when they get their own cutie marks. Applejack doesn't want to see her sister get hurt physically or emotionally scarred from doing something bad." Shaking her head slowly, Twilight leans against Tim.

Tim looks at his flank, “I don’t know, Twilight.”

The entire train car shifts with a jolting clank. Tim pops his head up, only to have Twilight hug him tighter and shush him gently, “It’s alright, Tim, the train is just about to stop.”

He pulls away from her and gets to his hooves. He looks down. “I don’t even know how to walk like this.”

She giggles, “I’ll show you, Tim. It’s easy. Foals can do it, and you can, too.”

Before the train finally stops in the Canterlot station, Twilight gets him to where he is able to walk through the carriage easily. He follows her through the streets of Canterlot. The moon is nice and bright as they make their way towards Tim’s apartment. He notices more odd looks from the ponies as he walks with the Princess. He sidles closer to her. “Why are they looking at me like that?”

She looks around, then shakes her head hard, causing her ears to flop. “I’m sorry, Tim. I was thinking.” She murmurs softly. She keeps watching as they continue to walk, she finally moves back closer to him, “They are curious how a full grown stallion can be without a cutie mark of his own. Don’t worry, I will get you fixed up soon.”

He follows her into the lobby, watching the doormare do a doubletake. He sighs and follows Twilight into the elevator. The ride up ten floors passes quickly and soon Twilight is standing at the door, Tim a few paces behind her as she knocks.

After a few moments, the door opens and Citrus opens the door, she immediately brightens seeing Princess Twilight. She gestures for them to come in.

“I’m so sorry, Citrus.”

Citrus’s eyes narrow as she takes in the stallion and Twilight. “I don’t see Tim here. Where is he.”

Twilight’s wing moves and the tips of the feathers are placed over his mouth as she steps up. “There was a problem. You see, magic sometimes does things we don’t expect, and, well, this is one of those times.” She looks back at Tim as she withdraws her wing and folds it. “Tim is right here.” He closes his eyes tightly, if they reject him now… He can’t stop his body from shaking.

Citrus looks at him for a long moment as Cayenne trots into the entry foyer. “I’ve got coffee brewing…” she says then she trails off. “Citrus, what’s going on?”

Tim looks down, “She’s right, something went wrong, and I’m a pony now.”

Tim peeks a bit, looking on as both mares look at him with identical looks of shock on their faces. They both just look at him for a long time, then they look back at Twilight. “You aren’t messing with us, Princess?”

Twilight hangs her head. “I am going to fix this. It shouldn’t be more than a day or two.”

“Better be.”

Tim closes his eyes. Nothing could be worse than this. Then he feels an impact, and he’s on his back, two warm bodies are hugging him tightly. “Oh, Tim.” Citrus says softly, nuzzling him.

“Couldn’t have chosen a better tribe,” Cayenne says, nuzzling his other cheek.”

“So, it’s okay?” He’s able to ask.

Cayenne lifts her head away, “Why would we care what form you are? You are still Tim, right?”

He nods and gets a tight hug from Cayenne, along with Citrus tightening her hold on him. “We love you, Tim. It really doesn’t matter.”

A loud sigh brings everypony’s attention to Twilight, “I was a bit worried. I left with a human and brought back a pony.” She smiles, “I promised Tim, and I’m promising you, I will fix this.”

Citrus extricates herself from Cayenne and Tim and moves over to Twilight, “He’s still our Tim, no matter what he looks like.” She says softly, nuzzling the larger princess. “You said you’ll fix it.” She looks back at Cayenne and Tim. “I think he’d be happier as a human.”

Tim rolls over and gets to his hooves. With Cayenne still connected to him, he moves over and sits on his haunches, offering a hoof, “Please, Princess. I don’t mind being a pony. But I just feel…” He looks down, his ears flicking back and forth, “Off.” He looks back up at Twilight, “I don’t feel natural, it’s actually the craziest feeling.” He shakes his head, “I think I can get used to it. But I’ve spent all my life as a human, and walking around on all fours like this.” He holds up a hoof, “It kinda feels like I’m walking on the tips of my fingers and my tip toes. It’s the craziest thing.”

That gets a smile from Twilight, “You will get used to it. But I’m going to go. I hope to have an answer for you soon.” With that, her horn lights and she pops away.

Citrus looks at where Twilight was for a moment, “She makes it look so easy.” She murmurs, then she turns back to Tim. She watches Cayenne for a long time as the other mare just sits holding on to him, nuzzling his face, her eyes closed and a big smile on her face. She moves over and hugs Tim, “Don’t mind if I do.”

After a few moments of both mares loving on him, he finally huffs, “I wasn’t even gone twenty-four hours.”

“We know,” they say in unison. Getting a groan from him.

Cayenne pulls away, “Tim, it’s not how long you were gone, but we’ve heard about magical mishaps happening in Ponyville from time to time, and always related to Princess Twilight Sparkle.”

Citrus giggles, “Yeah, Lyra told me that when that blue mare came to town, Pinkie Pie’s muzzle was magically removed.”

“What was her name?” Cayenne asks, moving back to nuzzle him.

Citrus giggles, “I have no idea.” She moves away and turns to sit in front of Tim. “My heart fell when I saw the look on the Princess’s face. I thought something bad had happened to you.”

Tim bites his cheek for a moment, stifling what he wants to say as Cayenne finally detaches herself from him. She leads them all into the kitchen. “I’ve got coffee done already, but are you hungry?”

Tim’s stomach picks that moment to grumble loudly. He looks down at it, then back up. “I guess so.”

Both girls giggle and look at each other. Citrus trots from the kitchen while Cayenne shuts down the coffee maker, “Well, it’s rather late. But I don’t think it’s too late.”

“For what?”

Citrus walks back into the kitchen wearing a small satchel which clinks softly. So, she’s planning on buying something. She looks at Cayenne, who nods. “Let’s go.” The yellow mare says.

Tim follows the girls as they walk to the front door. “Where are we going?”

Cayenne looks back at him, her tail waving back and forth, teasing, “Some place we couldn’t take you.”

“Some place that’s a guilty pleasure for both of us.”

Tim shakes his head, “Okay, where?”

Both of them smile and say in unison, “Hayburger!”

***

Tim opens his eyes. The wider setting of the eyes means his vision now has a wider field. But the ponies have their eyes mainly on the front of their faces, so he still has depth perception like he did as a human; it’s just a little different. That little change made all the difference in the world, which made bringing a hayburger to his mouth was more of a challenge than he would have liked. He remembered watching the girls use their magic to lift their own burgers easily. He’d finally gotten so frustrated with the experience, Citrus had used her magic to feed him gently, snuggling and nuzzling him in the restaurant. He was so drained from the entire day, when they got home, he had crashed before the girls, though having them at his side when he woke up was a very nice thing.

He looks at them, remembering how many times they’ve mentioned scent when talking about him. He finds he can flare his nose a bit. He inhales softly. That almost gets a snort from him. The difference between how hayburgers smelled when the girls occasionally brought them home, and fresh from the restaurant, just boggles his mind. He understands why the girls like a simple mix of flour, rice flour, hay and water, wet shaped into a patty then tossed in oat flakes and baked, along with hay that’s deep fried with seasonings is absolutely wonderful.

A little bit of pressure in a very sensitive area has him using a hoof gingerly to push the covers down. He’s always been average size for a human, and the girls have said what he doesn’t have in length, he makes up for in girth, staying power, and skill, is now quite evident here. He’s certainly at full mast right now. Though the shape of this penis is something he’s trying to understand. The tip is flat flared, the length is certainly longer than it was as a human, but it does look a bit skinnier. Many of the same sensations greet him, fully extended, it’s just as sensitive as his was as a human. He gingerly reaches out a hoof and just slides it down his new length, getting a soft moan to escape from his lips. Okay, perhaps this is a bit more sensitive than he thought it would be. A thrill passes through him as he imagines what it must be like to make love with to his mares with the equipment nature intended at last.

“Someone woke up happy,” Citrus’s voice purrs. He looks over at her. She’s got one eye open and a smile on her face. She reaches up and kisses him, her tongue running along his teeth gently. She pulls away with a smile, “Want to try it out?”

“Oh, I wanna watch.” Cyan says, getting Tim to glance over at her. Her hungry smile is nearly identical to the one on Citrus Blush’s face. That gets a smile from him, and a nod.

Citrus shocks him by running her tongue quickly down his length, getting a loud moan from him. She giggles, “What do you think, Cayenne? Have him just go at it?”

Cayenne looks thoughtful. “Nah, make him work for it.”

Their grins start to go from hungry to predatory as they come closer, Tim decides to go for broke and pulls them towards him. Where he learns something, even with a longer tongue, three way kisses are awesome. And awkward. He can hear the chime of magic from one of the girls and he can feel his penis being fondled gently, getting a groan from him. The girls pull away, Citrus’ horn is glowing softly, and she is smiling, “Like that?”

He’s able to nod as she ducks her head down, bringing the tip into her mouth gently. His eyes roll back as the sensations threaten to overwhelm everything. Then Cayenne darts forward, running her tongue along his horn, which is faintly glowing. The resulting sensation nearly lifts him off the bed with a yelp. He claps a hoof to his horn, shuddering.

“You like?” Cayenne purrs.

Tim glances up, he can barely see the tip of his horn, it’s still glowing, “What the hell was that?”

Citrus comes up and leans against him, her tail intertwining with his, “That, is the worst kept secret of unicorns.”

Cayenne laughs, “No kidding, everypony knows the horn is at usually the least sensitive part of a unicorn, but get one excited to where the horn glows…” She trails off, licking her lips.

He looks from one mare to the other, confused. “I don’t understand.”

Citrus giggles, “Have you ever had an orgasm, but was still ready to go down there?”

He furrows his brow, “I don’t think so.” He glances up, “I’m not even certain how I made it glow.”

“Oh, Citrus did that, getting you all excited, it’s an involuntary response. It doesn’t work with all unicorns, but with you, it certainly does.”

“What exactly happens?” Tim asks dubiously.

“Lay down on your side. I’ll show you,” Citrus says, nudging him gently. He lays on his side as Citrus straddles him. She ducks her head down quickly, running her tongue along his horn, getting a guttural moan from him as the sensations override everything else. “When your magic is in your horn like this.” She says softly, her breath on his horn causing small twitches all throughout his body. “It’s more sensitive than anything else.” She slowly puts her lips on the tip, sliding his horn gently into her mouth, the feeling getting his body to jerk uncontrollably. His groans and moans get giggles from Cayenne, who buries her muzzle into his neck. While he can feel her tongue parting his fur and caressing his skin, the sensations from his horn are overwhelming anything else.

Citrus’ lips meet his forehead, and she sucks strongly, her tongue writhing along the length of his horn, getting a shout from him, her mouth brightens as his horn throws off sparks, lighting up the inside of her cheeks. She snorts as the orgasm overwhelms him. He jerks as the orgasm flows through his entire body, leaving him panting and spent. She pulls off and takes the tip of his ear in her mouth, nipping it gently and getting another full body twitch from him. She breathes softly into his ear, “You like?”

He’s only able to nod. She moves up and kisses him, her tongue intertwining with his for long moments, she moves a bit to be able to whisper into his ear, “You want to keep going?”

He’s quite aware of how painfully erect he is at the moment, but he’s not ready for that just yet, he pants softly, “Lie on your back.”

Her eyes widen, “Even as a stallion?”

He nods, “You both are yummy.”

She giggles as she lies back, and he focuses to turn his body and get his hooves underneath him. His new senses are assaulting him right now. Her smell caused his head to feel funny before, but now, It’s overwhelming. A big part of him wants to just straddle her and enter her taking her until her folds overflow with his seed, but he fights that feeling; he wants her to feel as good as she made him feel. And he’s not confident enough to try to do the same with her horn. So he looks at her splayed marehood lying exposed before him. She’s leaking quite a bit and winking often, and he runs his tongue along her slit, relishing her taste. And if anything, her scent increases as she moans lustfully under his tongue’s ministrations. “Ohhhh, yeah.” She murmurs.

He reaches his hooves up and caresses her cutie marks as he works on her, his tongue is much longer than it was as a human, he uses that to his advantage as he plunges it deeply into her, getting her own hips to buck a bit as he explores her interior with his tongue. He looks up, her own horn is glowing, and he watches Cayenne move over and envelope Citrus’ horn with her own lips, getting a loud gasp from Citrus. Tim grins as she winks long and hard, he moves and traps her clit between his lips. Sucking hard while watching her face. She’s beyond words, beyond thought as she climaxes strongly, the sparkles from her horn lighting up Cayenne’s cheeks.

When she collapses to the bed, Cayenne moves over and kisses Citrus. Tim’s cock lurches a bit as he watches the two mares make out. Then he notices something, Cayenne’s rump is in the air, her tail flagging back and forth, her own marehood winking furiously. Tim grins as he gets unsteadily to his hooves. The only one here to not have an orgasm is Cayenne. He noses underneath her tail, getting a yelp from her. She looks back, “Well, if you want to, go ahead.” She says softly. That’s all he needs as he rears up, his chest landing on her back. He doesn’t have any hands to direct himself, but he finds he can feel what he’s doing. When he feels her wetness, he hunches his hips forward, entering her with a gasp.

“Pretty good, isn’t it?” She moans as he shifts a bit to enter her fully. He can only grunt as he starts to thrust. It feels incredible – perfectly, hot, tight, wet, and it’s making him tingle all over like electricity. He thrusts a bit more, feeling a bonfire of pleasure consume his horsecock In a matter of seconds. He hilts instinctively, bucking wildly as he cums strongly into her. As he does, her horn flares brightly, sparks shooting everywhere, joining the ones from his own, mimicking the action lower down. Cayenne rears her head back and for a moment, both of their horns are crossed together. Everything in the room is pushed around, Citrus squeaks as the magic brings her closer to them as they are lost in pleasure. Afterwards, he’s spent, panting onto her back as he tries to regain his composure.

He’s able to groan incoherently as he pulls out and falls over onto his side. After all of that, he has no energy left for several minutes until he can groan, “Sorry.” The chime of magic sounds and he finds himself lifted. Cayenne moves over to lie with him as he’s settled down next to Citrus, who nuzzles him.

“That…was amazing.” He gasps. Getting a giggle from both of the girls.

“Yeah, it was.” Cayenne says.

He grunts a bit, “I usually am able to last quite a bit longer there.”

Cayenne nuzzles his neck, “It’s all right quick shots, normal for a stallion. If anything, it’s odd for us that humans can just keep going forever until they cum.” She wraps her hooves around him and squeezes tightly, “That hit the spot perfectly, Love.”

Citrus kisses him for a long moment, then she smiles. “Love, you my beautiful stallion,” She whispers.

Sleep is wanting to overtake him, “Love you too, my wonderful mare.” He’s able to whisper back as he loses that particular fight.

***

Cayenne is downstairs, working on brunch. Though he’s had to explain the term to the girls. He’s up in the bedroom with Citrus. His eyes closed as she whispers into his ear, “Now breathe.” He takes a deep breath and she tickles his ear with her own ear, getting it to flick and he looks at her.

She growls softly, “You need to focus, Tim. Close your eyes until you can feel the magic.”

He dutifully does as she tells him, he roots around inside his skull, trying to feel something. He finds his lungs starting to burn, he’s been holding his breath. He lets it go with a huff, “I don’t feel anything.”

She comes up and nuzzles him, “You are just learning. You weren’t born with that horn. You have to learn, love.”

He tilts his head and kisses her, relishing her taste. He pulls away a bit, “You want to go again?” He whispers, giving her throat a little nip.

She snorts, “You are cute.” She glances around the room, “Maybe later tonight.” She giggles, “I’m still worn out from earlier. Now closer your eyes and focus.”

He sighs and again closes his eyes. They’ve been trying for over an hour -- her voice becomes a droning in his ear as he tries to see the light, or whatever that has to do with magic. He had the magic earlier, an involuntary reaction. So, he can use the magic, but to be able to use it at will is another story altogether.

He can feel her breath on his ear as she softly whispers in it, “Light and warmth, like it’s just over your withers, just out of reach, but you can feel its effects.” She purrs the words softly. He flicks an ear and shakes his head, for a moment he felt what seemed like warmth.

She giggles, “Your horn did glow, for an instant.” She rubs her cheek along his, her horn touching the tip of his, the connection there getting a gasp from him, “Okay, let’s try another way.” She says, “Just feel what I’m doing, and you should be able to feel this open up to you.”

The electric spark that got a gasp from him turns into a warmth all over his body, though he can feel the warmth is coming from her. She continues in almost a sultry voice, “You can feel the warmth from me. Now, try to feel it from a different source.”

There it is! The warmth bathing his mind also shows another source, and it’s exactly like she described it, it’s like a light source just out of view, eagerly he reaches for it in his head, hearing Citrus yelp, “No, don’t grab at it!” But her warning is too late, his horn sparks, blowing them apart.

“What the hell is…” Come’s Cayenne’s voice as she gallops through the door and skids to a stop. She looks at Citrus, who is shaking her head hard, then she puts a hoof to her head in pain. And Tim, who lies on his back, stunned. Cayenne giggles, “So, you showed him how to find magic and he reached too hard.”

“And he sparked.” Citrus growls. She flips onto her hooves and walks over to Tim, picking him up with her magic and placing him on his hooves, “You don’t reach for the magic; you open yourself up to it.”

He furrows his brow. “What is the difference?”

She leaps forward and hugs him. “What did I just do?” She says softly into his ear.

“You gave me a hug.” He says dubiously. She pulls back and walks a few paces from him. She sits down and holds her forehooves wide, inviting for a hug. She wiggles her eyebrows and he moves over to her and hugs her.

“That second time was me opening myself to a hug. Understand the difference?” She smiles, “One is taking, grabbing. The other is inviting.”

“But magic doesn’t have consciousness, you said.”

She nods, “No, it doesn’t. But it is energy. It doesn’t want anything, but it is there to be used. You open yourself too it, and you can harness it. You try to force it, and it can rush into you more than you can handle. That’s when you spark. And things can get really bad if you spark.”

“Like how bad?”

Both girls shiver for a moment. Cayenne looks at Citrus, then back at Tim with fear in her eyes,/“An experienced unicorn, one who has been using magic for years, could die, and if the power level is high enough, it could cause a backlash that could affect everything around him. It’s been about eighty years since the last time that happened -- the unicorn carved a forty-body-length-wide crater when the surge finally died down. It is rare, but ponies have died from such surges.”

Tim snorts, “You are teaching me something that could kill me? You are using something that could kill all of us?”

Citrus shakes her head, “The pony in question had suffered an injury and was trying to reestablish his magic. And without somepony there to help him…” She looks at him, her ears flicking back and forth, “What you are learning, given time, will become second nature to you.”

“So, I’m not going to blow myself up? Or you?”

Cayenne giggles, “No, you aren’t, Love. You are too inexperienced to do anything like that. Just be patient and learn when we are showing you.” She takes a moment to kiss both of them and she trots out, her tail held high and swishing back and forth happily.

Citrus smiles, “Alright, you’ve been able to feel it, try it again, this time open yourself to it. You’ll know when it feels right.”

Tim sits on his haunches and closes his eyes, he can feel the warmth, and instead of reaching for it, he tries as Citrus directed him to do. Her voice croons into his ear, “You are a young flower, opening your petals to the light of the beautiful sun.”

In moments she giggles happily as he can feel the magic flow into him, he opens his eyes to seeing his horn glow a faint pink, he groans, “Why does it have to be pink?”

She cocks her head to the side, “You didn’t notice the color before?”

That gets a smile from him. “I was kinda busy,” Tim grins as the color fades.

“Food’s done,” comes Cayenne’s voice from the kitchen.

Tim feels his stomach gurgle as Citrus puts a hoof on his shoulder. “You can touch it now, before we go eat, pick up that hair brush, and put it away in the bathroom.”

He reaches forward, opening his mouth. He stops at a sharp yelp from Citrus, “With your magic, Tim.”

He rolls his eyes. “I can do better with my mouth here.”

“Yeah, but right now, I’m teaching you how to do your magic.” She looks out the door then back at Tim, “You aren’t going to eat until you pick up one little hair brush.”

He sighs and closes his eyes for a long moment. Soon enough, his horn alights again. She smiles, “Good.” Now, you know nothing about that hairbrush, anything other than what your eyes tell you. Your magic will tell you so much more about it. Reach your magic out, feel it push towards the brush.”

He grunts as he stares intently as the brush lying on the floor, for a moment, a pink aura surrounds it, and it gets a gasp from him, he can feel it’s exact shape in his mind, the texture of the grip, the flexibility of the bristles. The shock causes him to lose his magic for a moment, then he sticks his tongue out the side of his mouth as he concentrates again, opening himself to the magic without closing his eyes this time. Again, his aura surrounds the brush.

“Good,” Citrus says softly into his ear, “Now you are connected to it, it will now conform to your will. Think of it lifting into the air.”

He grunts as he imagines the brush going into the air, it zooms straight up and crashes into the ceiling. He looks at it as Citrus giggles, “Not with all of your strength, Love. It’s just a hair brush.”

He carefully lowers it and stands up. He walks towards the master bathroom, the brush firmly in his aura. He carefully places it on the counter, he lets go of it and turns around, seeing Citrus sitting on her haunches, clopping her forehooves together. “See, that was easy.”

He looks up at his horn, then he feels his stomach, “Wow, that was more tiring than I thought it would be.”

She nods, “Magic is energy, and to use it also uses your own energy. True gains in magic power are achieved by learning how to be more efficient with what you have already.”

“And how much is that?”

“A skill magic user, like Princess Sparkle, can do ten thousand times more than you for the same energy.” She notices Tim frown. “She’s a freak of nature,” she explains, brushing past him as he follows her out the door and down the stairs, before when he walked behind her, it wasn’t all that noticeable, but now, with his head much lower than it normally is, and his snout leading the way. The smell of her, not just the sexual smell when she’s ready to have sex, but just the normal smell of Citrus Blush is soft and fruity -- Very pleasant to the nose. Her tail is swishing gently side to side as she walks, not really revealing anything to him, but he still finds it alluring. He flares his nose to enjoy her scent as they walk. Then another smell assaults his senses.

He looks on the counter. “You have those in Equestria?”

Cayenne looks up. “What?”

“That type of bread; we call them croissants at home.”

Cayenne’s eyebrows rise, “Really?” Her magic picks one up and stuffs it in his mouth, “That’s the same name we have for them.”

The flavor of the croissant, soft and buttery, spreads across his tongue, he bites into it and is greeted with a surprise. He snorts, “Apple jam?”

She nods, “I dusted them with cinnamon and sugar.” She glances at Citrus, “You have been working to learn magic. You need simple carbs and sugars to pick up your energy.”

He finally swallows, “But I haven’t done all that much.”

She smiles, “Learning magic takes a lot of energy. You are going to be hungry.” She comes up and rubs her body along his. “We are taking care of our stallion. This, mares take very seriously. You saw us growl at the princess earlier – don’t fight us over your welfare, okay?”

Citrus nods, adding, “She’s right, you know.”

Cayenne laughs, “Now, come, eat unless you want me to feed you myself.”

He concentrates for a moment and his horn alights, he picks up another tasty morsel and tries to bring it to his muzzle, only to smear it on the side of his face, he huffs as Cayenne brings the remains to her own muzzle and takes a bite as Citrus licks his cheek gently, cooing “Don’t worry, fine control will come. It just takes practice.” Her horn lights and she brings another croissant to him, teasing his lips with it. He opens his mouth and she brings it close enough for him to bite off a piece, he munches as he watches the girls, a new appreciation for their magical abilities dawning inside him.

“It’s really hard to learn, isn’t it?”

Both nod. “It takes a year or so of a young unicorn to get fine control when she can’t see where exactly it’s going,” Citrus says gently, “Don’t expect to get it right off. It’s good you were able to pick things up quickly, you are a quick study.” She grins, “It helps that basic levitation is fairly universal among unicorns. Just a few basics will do; most of us will ever be like Twilight.”

He accepts another bite to eat as Cayenne brings out the rest of the food.

***

Tim lies on his side. The girls have been insatiable all evening. He doesn’t even need to glance at the clock on the mantle to tell him it’s well past midnight. Cayenne snuggles up to him from behind, putting her forelegs around his barrel and nuzzling his cheek, “Sorry.” He’s able to mutter.

“For what?” Citrus replies, freshly winded from another rutting.

He huffs, “The moment I enter you, it’s like some kind of switch, and I’m done.” He narrows his eyes, “I was able to last a bit longer this time.”

She giggles, “It’s normal for a stallion, Tim. Don’t worry about it.”

Cayenne crawls to his front and he puts his forelegs around her, she snuggles into his neck, “You are doing just fine, love.”

The pop of teleportation gets all three to raise their heads, the sound of galloping hooves gets both Cayenne and Citrus to move between Tim and the door, their horns alight. Princess Twilight Sparkle skids as she gets through the open door. “DNA!” she shouts.

Both girls’ horns quiet and they both look back at Tim, then to Twilight. “What?” Citrus says dubiously.

Twilight sits down, her nose flaring, causing her to blush incandescently. “I’m so sorry to interrupt -- I’ve been researching and experimenting. I need a sample of Tim’s human DNA.”

“DN what?” Cayenne says

"Sorry, it's really advanced medical and magical thing, humans probably don't even know about its existence yet. It's essentially the building blocks of life, the spell that tells each cell what it’s doing. If we have some of his human DNA, a part of him from when he was human, we can teach his body how to human again," Twilight explains in full book mode.

“Deoxyribonucleic Acid,” Tim states flatly, getting all the mares to stare at him, Twilight looking especially sheepish as she nods.

"Like hair?" Cayenne asks as she tilts her head, looking at Tim.

"Yes, not the hair itself, but if it has a follicle or skin cells attached we can use that!" Twilight responds, perking up and smiling, "We can get his original spell and return him to that! Did you brush him down before he left?"

“Oh, yeah, I did.” Citrus says and gallops into the bathroom, as she does, Tim gets up and gets off the bed, sitting on his haunches as Citrus returns, the brush held in her grip, the magic aura changes from blue to violet as Twilight takes the brush.

She focuses on the hairs in it, pulling them out one by one, examining them one by one as she speaks, “Back a while ago, I was able to turn myself and my friends into breezies to help a migrating group of them make it home. And I had to have a reference to be able to perform the spell.” She finally pulls a dark hair from the brush, and looks at the little white bit at the end, “Yes, a little bit of skin there. I didn’t need the whole breezie to do the spell; I just needed their DNA.” She looks up at Tim, her horn still lit, he yelps as a few hairs are plucked from his mane, “And I’ll need a few of these for reference in the future. And..” Her horn shines brighter, then gets brighter still, getting the other ponies to flinch back from the assault. With a small bang, Tim brings his hands before his face, they are human again!

He stands up, smiling at Citrus and Cayenne, who are smiling brightly at him. Cayenne nudges his hip. “Told ya she’d figure it out.”

“Oh, Tim.” Twilight says softly, her horn sputtering a bit as it quiets. Getting him to look at her, her face is beet red, and her wings are again pointed up, vibrating softly, he looks at her in confusion, she breathes heavily and mutters, “I think you should get some clothes on.”

He looks down. He’s undeniably at full mast and completely naked. He yelps as he runs for the closet, getting giggles from Citrus and Cayenne. Citrus moves over and nuzzles the Princess’s cheek gently. “It’s okay, Princess, he has that kind of effect on us too.”

Twilight shakes her head her horn relighting as she fights to fold her wings, “What effect?” She mutters, looking at both Cayenne and Citrus, “I’ve ruined enough of your day, I’ll go now.” With that, her horn brightens and she teleports away.

Tim comes back into the bedroom, now sporting a pair of boxers, “Okay, that was weird, are you ready for bed?”

Cayenne giggles as her horn lights, “Not just yet.”

Citrus also lights her horn, her aura starting to tug on his boxers, “I think you are over dressed for bed, love.”

He glances around, “Where did Twilight go?”

Citrus grins, “Probably home, but either way, you are back to yourself.” Another firmer tug nearly brings his boxers to his knees. “Come to bed, Love.”

He smiles as he lets the boxers fall to the floor. Cayenne is already lying on her back, looking at him with a sultry look. “I’m ready to go again, aren’t you, Citrus?”

Citrus grins as she hops on the bed, she runs her tongue along Cayenne’s horn, getting a growl of pleasure from the pink unicorn, “We are waiting for you.” She says softly as he climbs into bed

This chapter was edited by Kalash93. Excellent work there on the editing!