Bright Day had spent most of his life doing odd jobs, but now he had found one he enjoyed more than any other. His regular job now was helping Milk Drop in the general store of Our Town.

Since Milk Drop had gained herself a rather grabby tail, she needed to remain behind the front counter, leaving Bright to assist anypony who needed help.

Both their bodies had been going through changes. Milk Drop had grown a more solid, plant-like tail with a big flower bud on the end, while Bright Day had grown a feminine side. Having gotten some training from Night Glider in the use of her bark-growth ability, Milk was content to let Bright handle things with customers.

Having moved in, officially, with Sugar and Tight, Bright Day had taken their ideas to heart. His head shot up when the door bell chimed, he could already smell Candle Bright as she entered.

"Good morning, Candle." Milk Drop stood behind the counter near the front of the store, and waved to Candle. "What can we do for you?" As she asked, Milk's nose twitched, and she instantly knew what the next words out of Candle's mouth would be.

"Rumor tells me you have a club, or something?" Almost trembling in need, Candle Bright thought it most inconvenient that an older mare such as herself would be caught up in such a fix as a young mare should feel. She blushed, and tried not to look at Bright Day.

Milk Drop beamed in delight. Being a single mare had had some hiccups over the years, particularly when she just felt needy, but since the plant did its thing with her, she had felt little arousal at all. "Oh yes! You'll want to speak to Bright Day. He manages everything on that side of things."

Candle mentally recoiled. She started turning her head when she saw something odd pinned to the notice board behind Milk Drop. She stopped and looked at a "wanted poster" for a mare with a long, flowing mane. Disregarding it immediately. Candle turned her attention to Bright Day. She assessed him in a second: a young stallion with all the vim and verve such inevitably possessed, although she detected less than the full quantity of forwardness (which was a relief).

"Bright Day? You're Party Favor's little brother, aren't you? Haven't found yourself a fine mare like he has?" Candle fixed Bright with the look that all older mares deploy on a stallion they think should act a little more like a pony and less like a fire-hose on legs.

Bright Day nodded to the mare and stepped forward with an easy smile. "Sure am, and I like to think I have found some special friends already, although if it's alright I will keep their names to myself for now. You want to know about the club?"

It cost Candle Bright more than she wanted to admit, to nod to Bright Day. "And somewhere more private to discuss it."

"Of course! Come right through. We have a room in the back of the—" Bright Day froze as he saw a scowl grow on Candle's face. "It's for talking! It's not for…"

Milk Drop decided it was time to save Bright. "Candle, we are all in this together. Nothing untoward goes on under my roof, but you need to trust Bright Day. He is a good pony."

Candle closed her eyes. "I owe you an apology, Bright Day. I am sorry to say, I am quite worked up about—" Her nose twitching, Candle noticed a smell she that had never seemed important before: an aroused mare. She tried to turn surreptitiously towards Milk Drop, but the smell grew weaker as she turned. She bit down on her lower lip and turned back to Bright Day. The smell grew stronger again.

Bright smelled a second stallion under the complex mix of scents now, and he knew exactly who it was. "Miss Candle, I promise you I will be good, and only do what you ask me to." He shuddered at the words, feeling like he was giving power to Candle Bright—and he knew he was. "If there was some way I could—" It took his brain a moment to calculate what had happened and sort it into a sequence of events.

Bright Day had been talking. He had been explaining how he would only do what Candle Bright wanted, when a pair of soft lips pressed to his own. He stared at the fluttering eyes of Candle, and wanted to melt against her. It took all of Bright's willpower to pull back. "S-Sorry, Miss Candle, the rules are clear. We don't do hanky and/or panky in the general store."

Blushing more akin to the stallion's namesake than her own, Candle Bright managed a nod. "It has been a while, you understand." Though she wanted to walk into the back room and have a calm conversation with Bright, her body had other ideas. "M-M-Mr. Day, would you see fit to accompany me to my home?"

"Of course, Miss Candle." Bright had to clamp down on his excitement. Inwardly, he warded off his libido with promises of mares uncountable, but of course his body just wanted one: the one right in front of him. "Please, lead the way."

Candle found merit in Bright Day's reply. Obviously almost as overcome as she, Bright kept his excitable young sensibilities in check for her sake, and Candle appreciated it. "Come along. We can have—tea."

Not judging it needed, Candle didn't look back as she turned and made her way outside. With her head in the open air again, she felt a dramatic lessening of the devilish need that had filled her inside the cramped store. She didn't even get ten paces, with Bright Day trotting along behind her and to one side (another thing she appreciated), than a pony called a greeting to Bright.

"Good morning, Bright!" Fresh Baked trotted along, and stopped to wave to both Bright and Candle—although her eyes lingered on Bright more. "And good morning to you too, Candle. I hope you both have a wonderful day!" She spared a wink for Candle before trotting off like a mare half her age.

Candle had heard of the little "club" only peripherally, and even then she hadn't even considered it until she had her present problem. She respected Fresh Baked, had eaten the mare's bread for most of her adult life, and seeing her greet Bright Day so enthusiastically (not to mention giving him a hungry look, and being a pretty mare, Candle knew hunger when she saw it), sent all sorts of mixed signals. "This, uh, club. How many ponies are in it?"

"There's a roster in the back room. You could have looked at it if you liked. Ponies write their name on there, and list if they are accepting visitors or not. We try to be informal, it's all about having fun and being friendly." Bright moved a bit quicker, pulling up beside Candle as they neared her house. "That's voluntary. If you don't want to join, you don't have to."

"You seem to have quite a clever head on your young shoulders." Candle stopped at her door and turned to look Bright Day over. Many years had passed since she had invited a strapping young stallion into her home. Opening the door, Candle smiled a little to herself. "Please, Mr. Day, come inside."

Stepping into the well-lit front room of Candle Bright's home, Bright Day saw the most amazing parade of little glass sculptures along the mantelpiece. He stepped over and looked closer. There was ponies—unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies—as well as griffons, yaks, and more. "These are amazing."

Inwardly very pleased that Bright hadn't wanted to get right to hanky and/or panky, Candle smiled. "A foalhood friend taught me how to make them. I have a little furnace in my sun room for blowing." Despite her delight in a preference for conversation, there was a small part of Candle that had desired a big, strong stallion to do all sorts of things—things a mare her age shouldn't think of.

"Would you show me how to make them?" Bright turned to see Candle was right beside him, and he caught a look of surprise and excitement on Candle's features. He looked at her eyes for a moment, and realized they were one of the most vivid greens he had ever seen.

"Oh! I thought you would—and we would…" Candle blushed at the thought. "Could we? Just—What do they call it these days? Something quick?"

"A quicky." Bright turned his body and before Candle could move, got his revenge for the store. Her lips were still soft, inviting, and he let his eyes closed this time. Hunger grew, and Bright found himself nuzzling and making happy sighs.

Candle was not in shock at Bright's audaciousness, she was more in shock at her own acceptance and enjoyment of such a simple thing as a kiss. His scent grew stronger, and again she got the sense of both stallion and mare about him, then she remembered what she did need to talk about. Pulling back, she broke the kiss. "We—I need to tell you something." Her voice was a little unsure.

"That plant did—It gave me—" Candle's sentences just wouldn't finish, or even get started properly. "I don't know how to say this."

"I think I know what you are trying to say, Miss Candle. The plant gives most of us a little—extra." At Bright's words, Candle nodded. "It gives us a lot more stamina,"—more nods—"and it gave me the parts of a mare."

Staring at Bright, Candle couldn't believe how shocking it was to hear another pony admit to having more than the average amount of hanky and/or panky bits. She cleared her throat. "Well, I too…" She closed her eyes as her words wouldn't come still. "I have a penis." It was the least ladylike or refined thing Candle could have said, and she had just blurted it out to the first stallion to tell her he had mare parts.

Candle's mind skipped a beat. She thought of the hard, throbbing shaft she had tried to deal with herself, and then realized that Bright Day had the compatible parts for it. "M-M-Mr. Day?"

"It's alright, Miss Candle. Just tell me what you would like to do." Bright saw the effort it cost Candle to admit such things, and though he didn't have quite that much embarrassment about it himself, he could respect her determination. "This is your house. You invited me in, and I am your guest. What you say, goes."

A decision was needed, Candle realized. She could ask the nice stallion to leave, retire to her bathroom and try to find some relief, or she could listen to the nice stallion, do as he implied, and act completely unbefitting her age or gender.

Candle took a deep breath. "This is silly. We are both adults. Come and let's see what we can get up to. I warn you, though, I may be a little rusty." That said, and with her apprehension fading, Candle turned and headed for her bedroom. In the back of her mind a much younger version of herself giggled at bringing a stallion home.

Walking, practically prancing, Bright Day followed Candle to her bedroom and had to stop himself from rushing onto her back. The room was thick with the smell of mare and stallion—and both were the same pony. In the space of seconds Bright was rock hard, and his vulva was filling out with arousal. "Y-You haven't been with anypony since the cave?"

"Of course not." The smell of her room didn't hit Candle much at all, her nose dead to her own musk. "How is this meant to work? Do I mount you, or do you mount me, or…" She trailed off as Bright Day turned around before her. She watched, stared like a young stallion with his first mare, as Bright cocked his tail to one side.

Candle's blood ran hot, she felt a rush of excitement she had never known before, and with little more thought she leaned forward and shoved her snout under Bright's tail. Her cheeks flushed, but Candle couldn't get enough of Bright's scent. She dropped her snout to Bright's puffy folds, and saw fit to apply her tongue.

Losing himself to Candle's ministrations, Bright hung his head and let out a happy sigh. The touch left him, and he was halfway ready to turn and see what had happened when Bright felt Candle's weight on his back. Making ponies happy had become his plant-given purpose, and even just the thought of that made Bright more excited.

Fumbling around a little, Candle was doing what she thought was right: she was on Bright's back, she was hard as any stallion she had ever dallied with, and Bright was receptive. "Um…"

At the soft, uncertain murmur, Bright lifted his head. "What's wrong?"

"Well, I sort of figured it would just go in, but I think I am underneath you. W-What do I do?" Candle was just about out of her allotment of blushing, and instead was letting the heat in her veins fuel her excitement.

Bright smiled. "You get to be the overexcited stallion, fumbling and trying to 'find' the mare in his haste to join."

Candle found a new reserve of blush. "Promise you won't laugh?" She waited for Bright to nod. "Or keep count?"

"We are just two ponies, do what—" Bright cut short his reply as Candle pulled herself back and humped forward—she missed again. "Try lifting your—" Her hips crashed into his rump again. "Lift your hips and—" This time, when Candle shoved forward, Bright let out the most happy and satisfied sigh ever.

Shocked at the tight feeling of Bright around her shaft, Candle searched around within herself for the desire to continue, and found it. Adjusting her legs—forelegs pulling forward, back legs shuffling a little—she shoved deeper into Bright. And a third thrust pressed her hips into Bright's rear, and her belly onto his croup.

Memories of her first time with a stallion flooded Candle, and every subsequent dalliance paraded through her thoughts. She tried to remember all the things those stallions had done that made her feel good, but in the end all she could actually focus on was humping.

As Candle's body crashed into his again and again, Bright felt more pleasure and more need with it. He adjusted his stance again, giving a better angle to Candle. Each long stroke of the mare's shaft rubbed his insides into an inferno of pleasure, and each pull back was its complement, leaving him aching for more.

The dance of mare and stallion was brief, mostly because of Candle. She wasn't familiar with pacing as a stallion, and without a shred of regret lost herself inside Bright Day. Weeks of pent-up need unleashed, and an inferno of pleasure stole all thought from her head. She bucked, thrust, and drove poor Bright Day against the wall with her antics.

For his part, Bright hadn't reached his own climax. Despite the enthusiastic rutting, and rush of hot fluids, he was still a good way from the precipice he desired. But this wasn't about him. He turned his head to look at the slumped mare on his back. "Candle?"

At her name, Candle's ears perked forward, and she lifted her head from between Bright Day's withers and looked into the one eye she could see. "Hrmm?"

"So. You like this club?" Bright stretched his wings out and gave each a little flap. In his head, he counted out the average infested stallion's refractory period. He waited a little longer before he squeezed down with his vaginal muscles.

Candle, who had been unable to respond to Bright's simple question, found herself straightening up, and her hips pulled back only to crash forward again. "Oh my!"

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