When Sniff exited the house with Twilight and Ovens, he was met with the welcoming smile from Mayor Mare. It appeared that she had been waiting for them.

“Twilight insisted I wait for you all to walk me back home, I… My goodness. I’m still so overwhelmed by all of this. It’s so unorthodox, but, well... I can’t help but be grateful.”

Twilight smiled innocently and started to lead them off.

“It is unusual, but after getting to know Peter, and seeing how the other girls have gotten together with his friends, I can’t help to think that this might be a better way of building relationships. Not to mention, I’m sure Peter is looking forward to showing his appreciation for everything you’ve done for Ovens.”

Sniff grinned and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t make it sound so superficial, Twi.”

Ovens giggled, knowing how true that was.

“Don’t listen to Twilight, Mayor. Peter had an interest in you even before he knew about that. You really left an impression on him at the spa.”

Of course, Sniff wasn’t going to let these two try and spit some game for him. Not when the history those two shared started before the spa day.

"Mayor, you don't have to listen to anything these two say. I've already said plenty, and do you remember what I said?"

Mayor Mare couldn't explain why a taken stallion hitting on her excited her so much, but this was different. Sniff was… there was so much about him she couldn't say anything that was more important than the other. Although one thing was clear about him, and that told her all she needed to know.

"I remember everything you told me, Peter, and I don't think you led me on a single time. You're right, you've already said plenty. I know what I want.

There wasn’t much of any exciting or deep conversation on the way back. Mostly, it consisted of the ponies at the party and how they reacted to the fights and seeing the humans getting so close and kissing ponies. According to Mayor Mare, there’s been a lot of rumors of mares who had been planning to use the party as their chance to ask out Sniff and his other male friends. Although, there were no rumors of the stallions wanting to ask out the girls. A few lookers and admirers, but no serious interest.

Sniff couldn’t wrap his head around that. It didn’t seem possible.

“The stallions of the town really must be dense to be surrounded by so many fine girls and… I mean, nothing? Really? That’s gotta change. It just ain’t right.”

Mayor Mare giggled, still fawning over Sniff and how close they were getting.

“Peter, having you in our town is going to make a lot of mares happy, and plenty more jealous, I’m sure. Unfortunately, this is my little home here.”

Sniff looked around. They were already back in town. Time really did fly by, although Twilight remembered that there was something that still had to be given. Unfortunately, judging by Sniff looking around, the setting was wrong, or he needed more time to make it work.

Thankfully, it wouldn’t take much for Twilight to buy him some time.

“You know, Mayor, for all the time I’ve been in Ponyville, and we’ve worked together, I’ve never seen your home. Not the inside, at least.”

Mayor laughed a little, realizing it was true but also a silly thing to bring up. However, when she looked back to comment as such, she could see Ovens make eyes towards Sniff and Twilight giving her a wink. It couldn’t be any more obvious what the cue was, and she wasn’t going to let it slip by.

“You know, you’re right. As a matter of fact, Peter, you’ve only been to Ovens’ home so far, haven’t you? Would you care to step inside, get a little more familiar with the home styles of Ponyville?”

That was cute, and Sniff had to give it to Twilight for trying so hard for him.

“I’d love to take a look inside.”

It was the most stereotypical scene walking up to the house this world could have offered. Mayor Mare merely had to push the door open; she didn’t even bother locking it. What a lovely town where petty crime wasn’t even a passing thought.

Inside the house, there wasn’t much to speak of. Simple furniture, hardwood floors, a few pictures, and what looked to be some paperwork from her office was all there was in view. Compared to the extravagant and, at times, exotic homes he’d seen from ponies like Twilight and Rarity, it certainly came up short.

In spite of that, however, there was a simple charm to it, welcoming and soothing in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

“Pardon me for a moment,” Mayor Mare excused herself, slipping by the three. “I’m just going to wash my hooves. I’ll only be a moment.”

After she rounded the corner, the running water started, and Ovens couldn’t help but excitedly ask, “You know, with it being only us here, would you want to do more than just kiss her?”

Sniff grinned and waved a naughty girl finger at her.

“No… gotta take this slow and not… you know, give her too much and make her uncomfortable.”

Twilight rolled her eyes, still struggling to believe how crazy this all was, yet also secretly excited to see how things were going to play out.

There wasn’t much time to debate the issue, as Mayor Mare walked out again, still wearing the gown, but her hair a bit more relaxed. Honestly, it was a little odd to see her literally with her hair down as opposed to its usual style.

“Not much of a tour to give,” The mayor warmly stated. “It’s a simple home. I tend to spend most of my time in my office and rarely eat in my own kitchen. So… at least it’s clean.”

All those present could hear the Mayor’s slight disappointment over how little her home had to show.

Yet, Sniff didn’t seem bothered, taking a few steps into the center of the room and giving it a quick look over. She didn’t have much, but she was trying her best to impress him and keep him there longer. He couldn’t downplay the fact that the only thing making her uncomfortable was the anticipation for him to make the next move, and he couldn’t help but give in.

“It certainly is... I really love the high ceilings.”

He reached up and touched the ceiling without even having to fully extend his arm, drawing a chuckle from the three. Since that cleared up the tension, it was as good a time as any to give the mayor what they all were waiting for.

Still... so weird.

“Well, Mayor, I honestly can’t thank you enough for everything. Helping Ovens, helping Cutter so it all could happen. The warm welcome, the business you trusted me with… Our first dance.”

The mayor blushed again. In fact, her cheeks were starting to hurt a little from it happening so often. She was just nervous about the kiss she knew was coming.

“It was all a pleasure, Peter… and while I’m sad to see the evening end, might I ask you for a kiss goodnight before you leave in return for at least one of these good deeds?”

The metaphorical balls on this mare. Actually, she might deserve a little more than that. Certainly more than the simple kiss on the lips that Twilight and Ovens talked him into giving her back at the party. Probably could have been a bit more handsy, though.

“You need only ask, but if you’re offering an exchange of favors, I can’t simply leave you with only a kiss.”

He knelt down, certain there was something they weren’t telling him.

Just like with Top Shelf, asking for the kiss was a line she was fed. He thought it had to be Ovens, though for as much as Twilight pushed, he couldn’t count her out. Although, that made him believe Mayor Mare was aware of a lot more if both of them had been in on it.

The kiss started soft and straightforward, just lips touching lips. Then his hand glided down to feel along her chin and hold her in place as he pressed a little closer. Testing her limits, his other hand felt up her neck and ran his fingers through her mane, drawing out her first moan. Finally, she pushed back, rearing up and holding him around his chest, trying to keep him there longer.

She was more aggressive than Top Shelf, and Sniff thought that should be rewarded.

He started by standing up, letting the mayor rise with him until he could get his fingers just below the waistline of her gown and started to inch it up in small bunches. This was far more than he did with Top Shelf, and he had to make sure it wasn’t too much for her.

“You don't mind, do you?” He asked, pulling away from their kiss.

Naturally dazed by her already overloaded senses, Mayor Mare was ready to say anything if it meant he wouldn’t stop.

“I only put it on for you.”

She pushed back for another kiss, surprised to feel his lips part and how he licked between hers. It was like Cutter had told her, and there wasn’t anypony to hold her back, so she pulled away far enough to let him know she didn’t need the garment.

“If you want it off, I hope it’s so you can touch me like you do, Little Miss Ovens.”

This mare's metaphorical balls just might be bigger than his. As far as the request went, at least.

He glanced at Ovens and Twilight, who both smiled and gave an approving nod. If things were this easy for them, he was starting to think that things like permission and consent might be as foreign of a concept to them as a Julian calendar. However, that didn't deter him from leaving this mare with a smile as he continued to inch up her gown while slowly teasing her with a decadent tasting of tongues.

Finally, with the fabric high enough and over her hips, he hooked his thumbs underneath and followed through with the rest of his hands over her flanks. By her response, she had been wanting this, and he was happy to feed her desires.

His hands crept farther back, feeling over her firm cheeks and down her thighs. She knew what his hands were capable of, yet even that didn’t prepare her for what was happening. The differences between how he started her massage, how he ended it, and now this? It was as clear to her as night and day. This was the intimate touch that was held in such high regard.

The feeling of his hands running down her inner thighs made her lightheaded and her chest heavy. It felt so good that she wanted more of it and mindlessly pressed her hips forward, forcing his thumbs deeper into the crest of her groin.

There was a spark of something magical growing in her, then his hands were gone, and the gown fell back into place. He gave her one last swipe of his tongue over hers and then pulled away.

"More than just a kiss, but we'll save cashing in that favor for something a little more special."

A little sad to have it end, but so pleased to hear there was more to come, she smiled dreamily.

"I look forward to it."

Slightly disappointed, Ovens smiled and shook her head at Sniff after their good night pleasantries were exchanged, and the three started back to the castle.

"You're so cruel, Peter. You couldn't even give her one finger?"

Sniff rolled his eyes at the provocative mare’s quick desire to descend into debauchery.

"Ovens, please. This is a woman we're talking about. Kind, loving, sensitive, with her own wants and needs. You can't just go diving in and not know how she wanted to be touched. I was slow with you, and how good was that?"

Ovens scoffed in a joking response, though didn’t argue his point.

“Well, why not at least give her one climax?”

Sniff finally started to see there was a gap in their approach, one that he was bridging towards their desires. Though, that bridge would have to be crossed with some clarifications.

“There’s more to it than just the physicality of it. Far more than just pretty words and a smile that I could have faked to get even more from her if that’s all I wanted.”

He looked down to see a constant snapping of Oven’s ear and an excitedly flustered look upon her face.

“Or is this less about Mayor Mare and really about you getting what you want right now?”

Oven hummed and giggled drunkenly while rubbing up close against Sniff as they walked closer to the castle.

“Twilight invited me over with you tonight. I’ve wanted this since you first saw me wearing this skirt, and I was hoping that if I pose for you… maybe you would undress me?”

That was a concept Twilight hadn’t considered about clothing. Part of the appeal was treating the clothes like the wrappings over a present. The gift was sharing what they kept covered up. That sounded like a promising venture to join him in.

“I’ve been to a few fashion shows, do you think I should give modeling for you a shot?”

Looking past the perversion of neither of them being human, which it wasn’t anymore, there was no reasoning with Sniff at this point.

“Yes, yes, for the love of friendship, so much, yes. Why the fuck are we only walking to get back?”

Twilight opened the door to let in her developing herd.

“And, Ovens, this is where you’ll be staying with us tonight.”

Ovens happily galloped into the center of the room, amazed at the sheer size and scale of it all.

“Look at how huge your room is. You could almost fit my entire first floor in here. And your bed!”

She ran up and leaped on the mattress. It was the biggest, most comfortable bed she’d ever been in. So much so, she began to roll around on it like a drunken teenager.

“I’ve never seen a bed this big before.” She immediately ceased her rolling as her mind suddenly had an epiphany. “We could probably fit every mare we’ve invited and still have room for more on this thing.”

Sniff laughed nervously, still at odds with all the temptation they were pushing on him if he was to keep control. Sure, he was on board with the idea, but he’d always made it a point to pace himself with these sorts of things.

“Hey, now, one mare at a time.”

Since Sniff didn’t want to play that game right now, Oven decided to give him what he asked for.

“How about this mare, then?”

She turned and posed on the bed, lounging comfortably with one leg extended straight back and the other curled in, giving Sniff the faintest hint of the site of her panties.

Upon seeing how much fun Ovens was having, Twilight decided to play along. However, she had the advantage of seeing what guys liked to see, at least according to the questionable medical film that Benny hid away from them.

“Peter, would you like me to pose like this as well?”

She plopped the front of her body down on the bed with her back legs spread wide, and her ass arched up.

As soon as she lifted her tail, Sniff could see just how well it pronounced the outline of her crotch. The thin material of her panties revealed every angle of the arches of her labia and subtle curves of her pubic mound.

Naturally, it was only thanks to his years of experience and self-control that kept him from freaking out at the sight.

"Hey," Sniff called out, trying jokingly to sound hurt. "What's with you both ganging up on me like this?"

Ever the playful flirt, Oven continued to slowly hike up her skirt more.

"We thought you liked this, though? Don't you like the way we look in our cute little outfits?"

Her horn started to glow, and she slipped her panties to the side to reveal just how wet she was. It was a clever seduction, but with the frequent twitching in her ears and twerking of her tail, she couldn’t hide how ready she was.

“Or would you like to see a little less clothes on?”

It wasn’t within Sniff’s DNA to resist such a sight, let alone the offer. That didn’t mean he couldn’t at least take some other types of precautions.

“Please don’t tell the other girls to do this to me. I can only handle so much.”

If there was one thing Ovens loved, it was when she had something she could lord over her new stallion. Within reason, of course… Probably.

“Oh? How much more until you can’t handle me looking like this?”

Again, she primed her magic and rolled onto her back. Knowing that he was still watching, she took hold of her panties in her aura. Teasingly, she closed her legs and raised them up before pulling them up to her thighs and lowered her hooves down to the bed.

She left herself effectively uncovered but kept the panties at such an angle to cover nearly all of her dripping honey pot. Knowing how Sniff loved to look at her, it must have been the ultimate tease.

Twilight giggled at the scene and joined Ovens on the bed. There was so much more she wanted to learn about the physicality of sex. It played such a pivotal role in how these relationships were supposed to work. There was, of course, also the fact that she knew how much Sniff loved sex and pleasing his partners. It wouldn’t hurt to help encourage him a little.

“Peter, you were nothing short of amazing all day.”

That was just the lead-in for Twilight, having decided to follow suit, giving him more of a tease, letting his imagination build up by pointing the opening of her skirt away from him. Whatever the reason, he had a thing for how the skirts and panties covered up the ladies he desired—something about not seeing their most arousing parts and the anticipation for when he could.

She could easily play that up and let the aura of her magic glow a little brighter under her skirt as she removed her own panties.

Still standing in front of the bed, Sniff watched Twilight very effectively seduce him as she effortlessly pulled her panties down her legs. Both girls were so attractive at this moment. He couldn’t keep his focus on either one. Not until Twilight spoke up again.

“From everything you’ve shared with me, how you let me experience what you and Ovens shared, then helping her reconnect with her mother-”

Her slow removal ended as they came to rest on her ankles. Technically, it was much lower, on her pastern, just above the hoof. Something he should have learned from the anatomy charts at the spa. Regardless of the technical names, it was very effectively capturing his attention.

“Plus, your willingness to share yourself with so many others, and even how happy you made Mayor Mare.”

She pulled her bottom hoof out of the panties and then kicked them off towards Sniff, briefly giving him a glance of her as her skirt opened up with the swing of her leg.

“Wouldn’t you like to enjoy yourself on my big bed? I’d love to see more of what you can do, and I’m sure Ovens is eager to thank you as well. ”

It was a real struggle not to strip down and break in Ovens the way she wanted, but he needed to stay in control. Not just that, he had to give her something new that wouldn’t have her begging for him to fuck her properly. Only one thing came to mind, something he was curious to try himself, and thus he approached the bed, hoping this would keep her pacified.

"Well, since little Miss Ovens here had such a big day and got kicked around a bit, I can't be too rough with her."

Instantly, Ovens feared the worst.

"So… we’re not going to rut?"

Climbing onto the bed, Sniff slowly approached the horned mare.

"All in due time."

He placed his hands on her knees, preparing to build up her anticipation. Enticingly, he began feeling up and down her thighs until he hooked his thumbs under her panties. Once he had her unguarded, he was going to do all he could to take her mind off his dick.

“There are some deliciously wonderful things you have yet to experience. And what you had today was a bit more than I wanted to build you up to. But since Twilight wants to see what more I can do, it’d be rude not to oblige her.”

Judging by how saturated her panties were and the mess left behind, she must have wanted this nearly all day. To be in such a condition, it was more than likely she would be easily thrilled into exhaustion.

“We haven’t done this yet, but I think you’re going to love it.”

He pulled her panties off and opened her legs to that lovely sight of what was waiting for him. Given all the signs, there wasn’t going to be much build-up for this. He knew how worked up she already was. Also, the bruises over her body, as fast as they were healing, really limited the foreplay.

Trailing his hands down her thighs, he swept them even lower, taking a fistful of the fabric on either side and yanking her closer.

With her heart rate higher, he moved in to calm her concerns and raised her pulse again.

He started with small kisses down her inner thigh while he devoted his fingers to her flanks. Every peck had her squirming and fidgeting, thinking she knew what he had in mind. Yet, when he reached the divide of her inner thighs, inching closer to that stretch of flesh so close to her quivering crevice, he teased with edging further but continued up between her breasts.

“Peter, pleeeeeease. Don’t be so meeeeeean.”

Next to them, Twilight had crawled closer to watch, wanting to see how this act would make Ovens react to the new form of stimulation.

Surprisingly, the way he moved and took his time reminded her so much of the story again. Everything he did was so meticulous and delicate. From her observation, it looked as though the way he was treating her was to make her feel special and appreciated.

Something as simple as a gesture of feeling over her limbs. The slightest touch to show her that every part of her was important. There was no point of contact he gave or glance, given that he didn’t do anything but savor every moment.

What she watched wasn't much like what Starlight had described. Aside from how it seemed like Chris was still fighting his shyness, and Starlight or the others had to physically initiate sex. How they went about it was completely different.

Even now, Ovens was panting and trying her best to wordlessly encourage Sniff to give her that peak of intensity that only he could. Had it been Chris, he would have her halfway to exhaustion by now.

That wasn't to say that Sniff couldn’t skip the foreplay, as he called it. When he offered a helping hand in the kitchen, he had surprised her with it the first time. He put her in a compromising position while giving her what she wanted. Not only did she thank him for it, but there was a new level of trust that she had given him because of it.

He really made sex something special and empowering for her. Their whole relationship had given her the confidence to not just stand up to her mother but even fight just to stay with him. There looked to be some correlation with Starlight and her feelings for Chris when she went up against Rainbow Dash, but this was more concrete. Ovens was free of confusion about what she wanted and how she felt.

It was clear how Sniff was using sex to help others. It was a new kind of magic that had yet to be fully understood, and he was teaching Twilight so much.

His slow approach of working her up, judging by the rich scent of her arousal in the air, had worked. Finally, he saw fit to reward her patience by letting Ovens know he was about to move on by hovering his lips over her marehood. His hot breath foretold his next target of focus as he descended, enveloping her pussy in a gentle, open kiss.

Ovens trembled and moaned as his lips crept over her sodden nethers—each tempered peck growing more invasive than the last until revealing the pink beneath.

As he explored her depths, Twilight realized how much trust must have been to be given to him.

Ovens was vulnerable yet still confident that only more good would come from him invading her. It wasn't that long ago that any pony would have been chastised for touching another pony like this. Probably even worse for the pony who wanted it. But he made it desirable; something Twilight now wanted to understand and experience.

She thought of Sniff holding her, sinking into her with his lovely laps, tasting her, and the leisurely strides with his hands. They all left her with butterflies in her stomach. Her thoughts promptly went back to her first real experience that nearly led to Ovens being rutted before her very eyes.

The heat. The pulsating reactions to each other. The scent of clovers and a mare’s lust—even how Ovens struggled to move while her body seemed to act on its own.

The contradicting feelings of disgust and curiosity mixed with her obliviousness of sex and some perplexing familiarity. All of it captivated her and brought her back to him.

Ovens orgasmed hard, and Twilight watched her every response to having her body ravished by only oral stimulation.

The mare was speechless, with only airy gasps and moans that begged for more as she reached down to help spread herself open for him. It was as if the only motions she could control were those to ease the continuation of sex. All others were reflexive twitches and spasms of her body’s state of disorientation from the rhapsody flooding her senses.

It was amazing how long Sniff could keep her cumming. Plunging his tongue into the shallows of her honey pot, licking up and down her slit, suckling over her clit while tracing the tip of his tongue around it. Then, when it seemed as if she was about to lose that constant peak, he slipped in his middle finger and started a new cycle of having her reach the pinnacle of ecstasy.

The amount of violent orgasms could not be counted behind the legs Ovens had wrapped around him. But buried between her thighs, Sniff relished in them all, devouring her pussy and drinking in as much as he could while her muscles stroked his finger as she came.

It was clear that Sniff’s efforts were to keep her pleasure constant, drown her in a successive string of climaxes that rolled over each other.

When all was said and done, and her legs had long since fallen to the side, she was deliriously giddy in her revelry. It would have gone on longer, but while doing all he could to hold her in another constant orgasm, he noticed signs of discomfort.

While wiggling his finger in as deep as he could and suckling on her clit, he felt an unusual trembling in her legs. He opened his eyes to see her mouth open in such a way that was clearly not a sign of enjoyment.

Now concerned, he quickly pulled his lips away, prompting Oven's smile to return.

“You okay there, hun?” he asked, trying not to sound overly worried.

Ovens slowly closed her legs, weakly holding his arm and hand in place.

“Stay inside, but come closer to me,” she quietly requested in a weak, dreamy voice.

Sniff grinned and rolled his eyes, loving how much this mare loved to keep going even when she was clearly spent. Even still, he couldn’t help but oblige such a simple request.

“Okay, this is twice today I’ve worn you out. I think it’s about t-”

Springing out with an unexpected burst of speed and strength, Ovens raised her hooves and pulled Sniff down to her. She lifted herself only enough to bring her lips to his and shamelessly showed her appreciation… for the few brief seconds she could before letting go and collapsing with remains of her cum on her lips.

“You're too good to me, Peter, but I really can’t keep this up if you aren’t getting what you need.”

Those words were both endearing yet cutting.

“Ovens, I—”

“But I’ll do all I can until you’re ready,” she softly whispered. “I'll even join you if it helps.”

Before Sniff could pose a rebuttal, she was peacefully taken by sleep, much to his own relief.

It was invigorating to see until those last few words, but Twilight started to wonder how much better sex was than anything she had felt in the hot tub with him. How much closer to him was Ovens now compared to her now? Were they closer with each other than she was the night Sniff came to her rescue to comfort her through all the struggles she broke down under? Could he end up liking Ovens more for how openly she embraced her sexuality? That he might want to only be with her? Could she lose her first love interest all over again by not accepting how she really felt or recognizing what she wanted?

Why did she still not feel that same heat and desire to have him take her royal virginity and claim her as his own? How much more did she have to learn to finally be comfortable and rid herself of that stupid, voiceless memory?

What even was the memory? She could barely recall, only that sex was… something, but what? It wasn’t bad or wrong, but the memory had left an impression on her that made her disinterested on the topic, uncomfortable even. Not that she felt that way completely around Sniff, but it still bound itself to her.

And now Ovens needed her help. That had to be what that last offer was about.

"I think she's talking about what Chris is doing," Twilight softly commented. "Starlight is the only one who he can actually rut. Even then, the other girls still can't keep up with him, even together… Well, you saw them today."

This was sounding a lot like she was putting him on the spot. She would have to turn this around to something positive.

"Not that they seem to mind. Much like Ovens, they all clearly enjoy it. Also, just like Ovens, they don't want you to go without being satisfied."

Sniff moved to sit upright, not feeling any bit spectacular given how the night had ended after this added commentary.

He thought of what to say, but there wasn’t anything he could think of without falling into full degeneracy. It almost started to feel like he was being used by them, or worse, he was poisoning them with his depravity.

At the same time, it felt like they legitimately needed him, that he was freeing them from romantic isolation and the deprivation of their sexual expression. Something he could easily end up using them for.

“I feel like I’m doing more harm than good if I’m not going to be able to give everyone the fairy tale ending they deserve… and I need a shower.”

Whatever Twilight had hoped this night would be, she could see everything was perfect until Ovens spoke from the heart. If this was putting Sniff in a dark place, she had to be there for him just as much as she had to be there for the growing herd she now needed for him.

“Don’t let what she said make you think what you’re doing is anything short of commendable. I understand your need for relationships where sex is made available for you. And, I’m finally starting to understand why the more I see how they all react to what you can do for them."

While she couldn’t speak for the other mares involved with the other humans, she could easily understand why this was so important to them. It had already become something sought after and worth fighting for.

"It’s more than impressive, and you shouldn’t worry about not giving everypony a fairy tale ending. We told everypony involved they shouldn’t expect anything long-term. Some of them agreed to date you just for the chance to learn how to find a stallion of their own.”

She could see that her reassurance was bringing at least a little bit of a smile to his face. Perhaps he needed a little more support, so shy, slyly, but very openly levitated her panties back onto the bed and slid them back over her posterior, making sure they were seated nice and tight again.

“I’m not used to wearing clothes like this for this long, especially these panties. Could I ask you to help me out of them? Maybe even let me join you for a shower?”

Sniff raised an eyebrow at Twilight, oddly curious to see where she was going with this.

Twilight giggled, knowing what he must be thinking, and she was bashful for even humoring it.

“I’m… curious to have you become more familiar with me as I am with you.” She gave him a guilty if not overtly, bashful smile. “At least visually… I’m trying so hard to get over my… I don’t even know what it is that’s making me so apprehensive.”

Sniff grinned, amused with how adorable she was and happy to shift his mind to something else.

“Twigs, I don’t want you to try and force yourself—”

“I want your help!” Twilight blurted out a little too loud as she grasped his hand.

It was a trying moment for both of them, knowing how unclear her cry for help was. The clout between the two had Twilight pull back, overtly ashamed of her behavior.

“I hate this part of myself. The part of me that told me that studying was more important than making friends. That everything needs to be perfect and how I have to please Celestia in every way possible. Even when I know I don’t need to, or I scare myself into making things worse than they need to be.”

As she admitted these thoughts, she realized just how much of her life had been controlled by her own dark thoughts. Just how many problems had she caused by not trusting herself or letting her fears overtake her?

“Peter… our first night together, our very first night together, you gave me comfort and stopped me from hurting myself.”

She giggled, remembering their short conversation. It was a little funny that when being kind, he was still a bit of a dick.

“Even if you did fall asleep before me, I felt so much better having you there with me.”

Sniff chuckled, remembering their awkward conversation and how sore he was from sleeping against the couch.

“Sorry about that, I was pretty tired. Though I have to admit, you were pretty damn cute that night.”

Twilight looked away, feeling the blush swelling in her cheeks again.

“Yeah, well… I’m sorry that it took me so much longer to come around to getting over myself and-”

She paused for a moment, remembering the instructions that kept her so distant from him in the first place.

“I let one obstacle or another stop me from getting close to you. Every time I started to let my guard down, I let my insecurities and bad habits risk hurting you.”

Seeing how much help she really needed, Sniff laid his hand on her foreleg, openly sharing some compassion for her worries.

“Twilight, I know how much you and Ovens care about me. I… normally don’t let women like you and her get so close to me. You both mean that much to me.” He huffed a short laugh as he processed what he’d just said. “Which is so fucking crazy for how short a time we’ve known each other.”

She gave him a hopeful smile, more warmth glowing in her eyes than before.

In Sniff’s mind, he was still fighting with what he was supposed to while stuck here.

“I’m so fucking horny, but I don’t want to just jerk off in front of Twilight. That’s just fucking weird, and doing it again after what I did with Ovens is going to look bad. But if she’s going to be in the shower with me, I don’t want to use her to get me off as our first… anything! But if I’m supposed to fix my screwed-up head, am I supposed to use my skills to keep helping every pony with a wet hole between their legs, or am I supposed to stop trying to fuck every mare-I mean women. I mean… goddamnit… it’s probably only a matter of time until Becky is sucking horse cocks. We’re all horse fuckers, or will be soon. What difference does it make at this point?”

He was going to have to play it by ear with an air of caution, given Twilight was still far more innocent compared to Ovens.

“I gave you the go-ahead to try whatever it is you wanted with me. So, if you want help getting undressed and a shower, I’ll be happy to oblige your request, my princess.”

Twilight blushed deeper and failed to stifle her laughs at the weak attempt at formality.

“I might be a princess, and I might be yours, but please don’t call me that. I don’t like how it sounds. You're not my subject, and even if we’re not technically a couple, or each other’s special somepony slash somehuman, I’d like to have you as my equal.”

Seeing a perfect opportunity, Sniff snickered and gently bopped her chin.

“You want to date me like I’m another princess? That’s kinda weird, but I can roleplay if that’s what you’re into.”

Having grown used to Sniff’s sense of humor, Twilight merely rolled her eyes and jumped off the bed.

“You know exactly what I mean, you jackass. Now, come on, I feel like Rarity made these panties too tight. On purpose, no doubt.”

As the words left her mouth, she stopped, seeing her own opportunity to mess with Sniff, and looked over her shoulder.

“Though I can’t tell for sure. What do you think?”

With one quick lift of her tail, she had Sniff’s full attention again, at least on one part of her.

She was sure he would follow as she started walking to her private bathroom, letting her assets bounce and sway on full display under their silky covers.

“Hurry up, and I’ll try posing for you a little more. I know we were supposed to do more of that for you, but Ovens wanted a helping hand from you since before her fight, and I’m surprised she lasted as long as she did.”

Seeing this sudden, albeit slight, transformation in Twilight, it took Sniff a moment to put together just what she was asking. Once he realized she was legitimately asking for help, he speedily made his way to join her, already removing her leggings.

"Oh, so you decided to join after all." She jokingly said as she raised her dangling, oversized sock. "Would you?"

Not being able to resist, Sniff got down to one knee and, from the top, started to slowly pull the legging off. As much as he wanted to focus on helping, he found himself wanting to make this as erotic as possible. Or was that her goal? Did she even know that was an option?

Either way, with his priorities questionably placed, he rolled his fingers down, feeling over every muscle, exploring every groove and curve.

A little surprising to notice now was just how the many fine furs that covered these ponies were impossibly soft. Heck, Mink wasn't this smooth, just like their bare skin when he ran his fingers over them. It made touching each mare all the more enticing, along with seeing how much they themselves enjoyed it.

His overly sensual method seemed to coax a positive response from Twilight, even earning a slight shutter from the princess as he trailed a finger between the pampered pads of her hooves.

With the first leg done, she offered the next forehoof, setting up another series of caresses and carefully felt out explorations.

Next was her shirt, which he started to remove by easing his hands under the waist, then feeling over her back to around her wings. The play was short, and he continued to roll the shirt up, working his arms like a lever. When the shirt met her neck, he used both hands to feel up each wing to feed them through.

Wanting to make it a little more intimate, he stood her up, facing the counter and away from him. He moved on to working his hands around her neck, guiding them over her ears, down her scalp, up her horn, until he skillfully pulled the shirts down and off her forelegs while holding himself against her back.

By this point, her body was like warm putty, conforming to his touch. Silently approving, she was subservient to his hands and wordless instructions, remembering just how good he felt against her.

As she turned around, she knew she could trust him and hopped back to sit on the countertop. Then, slowly, she presented her back right hoof.

"Two more to go," she happily offered.

Sniff teased his fingertips up from her hoof to her panty lines, well beyond the end of her leggings. His approach was well-received, observed by how she raised her leg higher, giving him a better view of her panties. And as she’d said, they were indeed tight, practically looking like a piece of second skin; it left so little to the imagination for how conforming it was.

If she wasn’t granting him some visual reward, she was overtly baiting him in.

Taking said bait, he brashly groped his way down to the scandalous accessory, making sure to put his most perverse thoughts into his work. That method worked with even greater effect when removing the last legging, at least that's what he had to assume judging by the slowly rising scent of arousal that was spiking the air around him. Even Twilight realized how worked up she had become, which surprised her, given how distracted it left her from what she tempted him in with.

“Oh… I didn’t… I said I would pose for you. Would you like me to put—”

“It’s fine,” Sniff answered, rising back to his feet. “I can tell you know my weakness, and you've exploited it wonderfully.”

He tickled his fingertips over her knees to the hem of her skirt. There were so many ways to escalate this.

Pull her forward for some dry humping, maybe start necking with her, let his hands return under her skirt, and see where she would allow them to venture. She had to be close to breaking… but that wasn’t what she deserved or wanted. This was her asking for help, not a request to help himself.

“You’re in charge here, Twiggles. And before you say we're equals, I’ve mastered the finer points of the carnal arts and appeasing a woman's most intimate desires like you’ve mastered magic. Put aside the crown you wear, and I still hold all the leverage like you would teaching me advanced spells before I’ve learned the basics.”

He lifted his hands and placed them on her hips, delicately rolling his palms against her.

“Don’t worry about me or what you think I’m not getting out of this. What I really want is to help you, just like you want to keep helping us. But... I am scared of hurting you if you don’t communicate with me what it is you want. Be clear about where you want me to go, what to touch, what I can do, and I’ll be clear about the same.”

Twilight was so relieved to hear he kept mutual concerns in mind and now wanted to give him as much green light as possible.

She started by placing the soft pads under her hooves on the back of his hands. Slowly feeling up his arms, showing all the affection he had earned in her eyes while looking into his, she was ready to follow his lead.

“I’m not ready for everything Ovens and the others want, but can you teach me how to want it? I want you to feel like you can take your time with me, even if all we do is feel each other over. I know I’d like to lay in bed with you again… and hopefully, kiss.”

Those last three words were the most forward and sincere she’d ever been with him in her quest for this new physical intimacy. Although, to be truly equal, while appeasing his interest, she would use her power of acting without requesting to return him closer to a state more suited for this learning lesson.

“But first,” she quickly used her magic to undo every button on his clothes and unzip his pants in one fluid motion, making the fabric fall to his ankles while his shirt opened up.

He hadn’t said it yet and probably shouldn’t, but one thing Sniff loved was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take charge.

… and Goddamn, it was hot when Twilight did it.

Not missing a beat, he stepped out of his pants, losing his socks along with them, and shook off his long sleeve shirt. He stood with only his tee-shirt and boxers, ready to take things further. There were still some things he could do that didn’t push the limits but was stopped by two wings hindering his advance.

"No… Not yet," Twilight whispered. "I… want to see more of you. You've seen so much of me, got to know me. I really want to do the same with you. That is, if you will hold still for me."

Happy to be of service, he smiled and held his arms open, ready to be examined where she had stopped him.

Given his silent approval, she trailed her wingtips down his arms, ending at the bottom of his shirt. Edging under and against his abs, she effortlessly lifted it over his head. After she let the shirt fall to the floor, she looked over the familiar sight of his bare chest but wanted to keep him engaged with this.

"You can keep helping me undress," she calmly requested to his excitement.

Immediately, Sniff's hands went over her hips, only to be caught by Twilight's hooves.

"No… keep the skirt on for now. I like the way you look at me when I wear it."

This mare was playing with him in all the best ways, and he not-so-secretly loved it. However, it didn't stop him from going slow, as she requested. The lady did ask, after all.

Still taking his time with his advances, his fingers felt their way down the fabric to her mid-thighs. Creeping in slowly to edge his way deeper under her skirt, he explored further in until he found the elastic band.

Never rushing himself, he eased his fingers in from behind, making mental notes of her features as he pulled her panties down.

When he met resistance at the counter, he moved his hands farther under her, feeling over her ass and lifting her just enough to give each cheek a squeeze to inch them down. The act succeeded in finally raising her arousal for the first time to a visual degree. A fluttering of her eyelashes, a relaxing of her jaw, and an expression that was unabashed of the welcomed attention.

Having enjoyed being stripped down to only her skirt, she gently pushed him back.

"Now for yours."

Delicately, bewitchingly, she slid down from the counter to her hind legs, resting her hooves on his hips, and gripped the sides of his boxers. After getting a firm grip with her frogs, carefully holding his final piece of clothing, she started to patiently remove them.

Being so much closer than earlier that day, as well as having him all to herself, she was visually inspecting every inch of his rigid member as it was exposed until his boxers hit the floor.

As she dropped back to all fours, she continued her examination as she walked around him. She never spoke, only observed. At least until she raised a wing to drag her feathers along his back, down over his hip, then into his thighs.

"Your body is so immaculate. I can't help but appreciate what amazing shape you’re in. And your skin is so… touchably smooth. I want to keep my hooves on it as much as I want you to touch me."

She stopped in front of him, trailing her feather from under his scrotum up to the tip of his shaft, making him shutter.

"Oh," she shyly uttered, nearly stepping back. "I didn't think you could be so sensitive. Was that a good or bad shutter?"

An honest question? Dialog? Sniff wasn’t expecting her to jump straight into trying to test his levels of stimulation, or did she simply not know?

"It was good. Sometimes a gentle touch can be more rewarding than something more coarse or forceful like what you saw in the movie."

Still staring at his erection, she confirmed what was observed from earlier.

"I see. I'm just surprised to see that it goes both ways."

Without touching him again, she walked off towards the shower and turned the water on. As the streams splashed down, she turned to look over her shoulder, then, speaking in a low, calm voice, she asked, "Could you take my skirt off?"

What kind of game was she playing? Was this just her curiosity showing, or was she playing some advanced mental game to keep him aroused? Sniff couldn't tell if she knew just how erotic everything she did was, but the fact she told him only to remove her skirt was a terrible tease.

So distracted, he didn't even say yes. Not in so many words, at least.

"Just remove it?"

Twilight giggled and looked over her shoulder again to Sniff. A bit of a blush showed through the added levels of immense cuteness, making her harder to read.

"Well, right now, just take it off. We can get more familiar in the shower. But… slow, please. Although, I should ask if our previous agreement for what I can do is still available, or did I use it up?"

Sniff took himself down to one knee again, capitalizing on one last view from behind.

"Even though you already jumped in unannounced once, we never agreed upon a number, so…"

He reached out and undid a button that was latched just above the base of her tail. The skirt loosened, leading Sniff to rest his hands on her hips and seductively feel his way down as he finished undressing her.

It was kind of funny, since arriving here, Sniff had seen Twilight without clothing countless times. And yet, in this moment, gleaming at her completely unclothed form left him utterly speechless at the prospects of her sexual awakening.

Whether it was simple arousal from the skirt or his growing appreciation, he wasn’t sure, but damn if he wasn’t going to see this thing through.

"I think you should be good to try whatever, and I'll do all that I can to accommodate."

A powerful new introduction of the magic Sniff’s hands could do, made Twilight’s tail twitch up and a near-silent yelp escape. Such a feeling shouldn't be given so easily, though she could see why Ovens was so impatient if this got better the closer he got to everything under her tail.

"I'll take my time if you take yours."

She led him into the shower, which was more like a walk-in closet for how big it was. Surprisingly, Sniff had seen bigger, but he wasn't about to boast. He had other things on his mind.

"Would you like me to wash your back?"

Twilight tilted her head to the water and doused her mane, then turned to him with a grin, and God damn if the wet mane wasn't a good look on her.

"Or anything else you would like," she offered with no restraint.

With another giggle, Twilight turned around, holding a bottle of bath soap in her aura. She couldn't believe she actually said that. She was supposed to be going slow and needed some time to calm herself.

"Well, as much as I would like that, just you undressing me was enough for me to realize I need to pace myself. So," She reared up and gave a hefty squirt of soap on her hooves. "I think I'd like to treat you first. Get a little more familiar with my human."

As Twilight began washing over his chest, he gave a subtle laugh. Not only finding it funny how quickly she could pull the proverbial reins on him to take control, a word choice he did see the irony in, but also her choice of words.

"Is it weird I've grown kind of attached to being called a stallion?"

"Is that so?" Twilight playfully asked. "Well, I'm going to have to get used to calling you my station then."

She smiled at the sound of that. He was her stallion, after all… Mostly… Wasn't he? He was here with her, allowing himself to get close and intimate. Although, he did just get done tongue fucking and fingering the mare who had invited her into this quasi-multiple mare relationship where no one mare was officially dating him. She hadn’t even-

"Peter," she quietly spoke his name with an uneasy smile. "Before we do anything else… could you… kiss me?"

Was she supposed to ask? Do mares or humans ask for a first kiss? Was she going to taste Oven's sex fluids? Was this not moving slow enough?

"Twi," Sniff just as quietly spoke her name as she did his.

She looked up at him, leaning down, barely enough time to realize he was pressing his lips to hers and Fuck You, Celestia, for making this almost not happen.

His kiss was so fucking worth losing that bet. Lips were so much better than fingers or hands. They were… Those tender lips were all three of her dictionaries worth of indescribable words.

"Mmmm."

"Did I just moan?" Her inner dialog asked herself. "Of course I did. This feels amazing. It’s like that burst of life I felt when I was given my wings. It's so empowering, and I can't stop feeling so many new things. I don’t even care if I can taste Oven’s on his lips. I know it’s there, but maybe that story was right about me?"

Sniff pulled back from the kiss with a soft expression of mirth. Unsurprisingly, Twilight looked far more pleased than him; her voice confirmed it.

"Okay… that was a lot better than a back massage. Now let's get you washed, you dirty boy."

Sporting a coy grin, Sniff reasserted his title.

"Dirty boy in the shower, your stallion everywhere else?"

While not the best joke, they both got a rise out of it. At the same time, while not exactly rushing herself, Twilight didn't necessarily spend a lot of time washing Sniff’s back, arms, legs, or chest for a second time. Despite all her vanishing hesitation, she was still nervous about exploring his more private areas. However, time moves on as it does.

"You don't mind if I wash…"

Sniff looked down at his still erect cock, then back up to her with a knowing smirk.

"Figured you'd save the best for last."

Rolling her eyes, she got into a kneeling position and steadied herself to cross this mental bridge, but she needed some help.

"Why am I so nervous? I've already felt your cock when I almost made you rut Ovens. I shouldn’t be this nervous still."

While watching the normally composed and on point pony princess was adorable, Sniff figured she could use a helping hand and reached down to bring her sudsy hooves above his groin.

"Hey, it's okay to be nervous. This time, you're not observing or lending a hoof. It’s just me and you. But I can help you if that makes it easier."

It was a tempting offer, though part of her wanted to keep kissing him while doing it. A quick review of the logistics of that made it clear she would be washing his goods blindly. She didn't even know how to properly touch him while watching what she was doing.

"Maybe get me started, then we'll see how comfortable I am."

Taking her request, he led her right hoof over his shift and her left over his sack. And it was here he realized a helping hand wasn’t going to be enough. Some proper guidance was needed.

"The tip is the most sensitive part, but for sex, usually more is better. As for my balls, that's more for foreplay, but you can't get too rough with them."

Quite enamored with how everything felt, along with this new insight, her curious nature kicked in.

"Are they an erogenous zone?"

Sniff snickered at hearing her speak so technically, along with the context of what exactly she was saying.

"Yeah, they can-" He suddenly realized that was a sexual technical term. "Wait? I thought you didn't-holy shit that feels good."

Forgoing his question about her knowledge of sexual terminology, the slick feeling of her velvet pads were doing things for him that hands never could. It was good enough that he thought that perhaps he taught her a little too well.

Not that he knew how since he only told her two things. And yet, somehow, those two things had her working up his shaft and massaging the head of his cock like a pro. Unfortunately, no sooner did she approach mastery level, she went right back to washing and exploring him instead of pleasing him and finishing the job. Needless to say, he was experiencing some serious letdown.

"Ooh, I need to teach you about blue balls."

Twilight defaulted immediately to her 'please explain that to me face,' to which Sniff promptly backpedaled.

"On second thought, maybe some other time. Now, turn around. It’s your turn."

Flipping their roles, Sniff began returning the favor and proceeded to wash Twilight in much of the same order he was given. At least this time, she was far less restrained than when they were in the hot tub. Not that it changed her reactions in the slightest.

"Mmm… what did I ever do to deserve a stallion like you?"

Sniff chuckled at her modesty.

"We had a rough start, but you've definitely earned everything you're getting. A lot more, actually."

He let his hands venture further back to her flanks, giving them a healthy squeeze.

The added pressure of doing as he intended brought a healthy purr of approval from Twilight.

"But, I imagine we have time for you to find out what more can be like."

He worked his hands closer together, intending to give her the experiences she desired without escalating things at the pace Ovens pushed for.

Closing the distance, he marveled at how firm yet soft her ass was. Just as enticing, her murmurs and heavy breathing sounds she made as he drew closer to her center were a lovely encouragement for his introduction to the carnal arts.

"Stand up against the wall. I want to do something with you, but I can't do it in this position."

A little lost in the moment, Twilight smiled and nodded, not even realizing what was being asked of her. After a moment of waiting, Sniff decided to assist her up, placing her forehooves on the wall.

"You going to be okay?" He jested in her ear. "You spaced out on me there."

Snapping back to reality, nodded again; Twilight tried to play it off like it was nothing.

"Yes, sorry. Just got a little… you know… keep going. I'm not all washed up yet."

With another handful of soap, Sniff reached around her barrel and began to work up a lather on her chest. Her reaction was to be expected, bobbing her head up and down with subtle moans and whimpers as he worked his way down. This posed a serious question for Sniff the more into it she became.

"Do you want me to make you cum, or just wash you?"

In Twilight’s mind, in spite of fading in and out, she was still fighting the small voice telling her to stop, but her body was overpowering the nagging calls to ignore these desires.

Actually, it was getting difficult to even hear that voice anymore but ridding herself of that voice would take her one step further from Celestia, another closer to her stallion, and miles ahead to her own independence. Thus...

"Just be gentle. Do it the way you think is best for me."

For Sniff, being gentle was easy. Doing what he thought was best could have been a lot of things. Then again, after all the teasing she'd been given him, he wanted to get off himself.

"I'll be gentle."

With the go-ahead given, he would be playing this by ear, still fighting with himself on how to get each other off while not violating her or falling too deep that he would end up abusing them. If all else fails, he would just stick to what he told Ovens of giving her what she wants—nothing less, nothing more.

Since starting this nearly thirty minutes ago, if he had to guess, Twilight had to have been more than excited enough to take her over the edge. Her breast would be where he would test her first and maybe end this quickly.

Upon his initial contact, he felt she had even smaller mammaries than Ovens, although she was just as sensitive, more than even enough to get her further into it.

"Closer," she hungrily requested with undisguised lust. "I want to feel you closer to me."

She was really trying to open herself up to him. The sound of her voice was so restrained, embarrassed even. Yet, it was what she wanted, and there was one position he could work with for this. It was always a difficult move to pull off, even a little dangerous in a shower, but he was willing to go for another roll of the dice.

"When I lift you up, put your legs around mine."

Hopping she was actually listening this time, he raised his left arm, locked it around her barrel, and lifted. Thankfully she had heard him and pushed her legs out around his, having her sitting on his lap with his cock pressed between her cheeks.

Now in this position, she braced herself against the wall as he began to feel between her legs, a sensation Twilight was far from prepared for.

This was so much better than a kiss. It was glorious, spectacular, and she felt a rush that destroyed any hesitation of what she was doing.

Just as eager, Sniff was grinding himself in long course strides, rubbing and pressing against everything tempting him to release himself into. Even for Twilight, feeling him tease the crest of her entrance made her envision being taken like her herd mate was that morning. Then again, feeling his cock kissing up her tail hole had her curious as to how pleasing anal sex could be.

The movie wasn't wrong about how a mare could enjoy the same types of sexual stimulation a human could. Ovens had proven that. Starlight even more so, somehow experiencing the same delights without even getting into any real foreplay, which she wanted to change.

"Ough!" She gave a lustful grunt. "Hold me tighter."

Careful with his footing, Sniff hugged tighter around her, pressing his chest to her back as he forced his cock hard against her, barely prodding her tail hole into parting open for him.

It was so inviting, practically leaving itself unguarded for any invader. Even Twilight pressing down against him told everything he wanted to hear. Worst yet, it wasn't just her body telling him.

"Do you want to put it in?"

Of all the things to ask, in a way that openly gave him permission, a new mental struggle erupted in his mind.

"Jesus Christ, she wants me to fuck her in the ass… good God, I love anal. I nearly fucked Ovens already… Goddamnit, I'm fucking horses. Why do they have to be so fucking sexy? I… I'd tear her apart… but Chris is fucking Starlight, so it must be possible to make this work."

He was looking for excuses to feed his desires when he swore he would take things slow with her. Why was it so hard to tell apart what his selfish needs were and giving her what she wanted apart?

No, as much as he could feel his body clawing for a release, he knew it was too soon.

"Not for your first time, but I'll make this a good one for you."

He wanted this to last longer for her. There was no need to wear her out before him. More than that, she deserved something special.

The steady strides over her backside slowed while he continued his pace of thrusting against her. Still holding her close, he peppered her neck with nips and pecks. Not enough, he lowered his hand and sampled the succulent flesh under her fur on her neck.

More and more, he tailored his talents to edge her toward her peak, only to shy away with favoring a tamer portion of her anatomy.

Through this new experience, Twilight found herself moaning louder with each breath, stuck in this constant state of nearing some unknown destination, then falling back with it just out of reach. Yet, where she was so wonderful, she had no complaint.

Eventually, she found her voice.

"Peter… this feels amazing. Does it feel-ahh… good for you?"

After rubbing himself against her for so long while rewarding in its own right, it wasn't going to do it for him. Not without something a little more involved.

"You feel amazing. I want to cum so bad. Can I finish on you after I make you cum?"

It was a moment of weakness, but he was too horny to care, and after passing up anal, he needed something to tide him over. Thankfully, Twilight wanted to experience more of this with her stallion.

“If you can make this feel any better, you can cum anywhere you want.” She gave a throaty moan as Sniff finally let his finger explore her in femininity. “Oh, fucking thank you-ohhh~ be gentle and-mmm… you can cum inside me if you-Uh. You… Guh! Peter! Deeper!”

Sniff leaned harder against Twilight to pin her to the wall while he buried his middle finger to the knuckle inside her. Her inner walls were no different than Oven’s, tightly gripping his finger, the constricting muscles stroking his digits from base to tip.

Still keeping as much of her balanced on his hips and against the wall as he could, Sniff reached between behind her, positioned the tip of his cock against her tail hole, carefully stroking himself off against her as he finger fucked her. He wouldn’t last long, but even faster than him, Twilight’s moans and grunts quickened with each thrust in and against her.

“Uhh. Uhh. Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Peter! Ahh! Fu-”

The feeling of her inner depths parted, his weight against her, his stiff cock so close to doing something so vile, but both of them still wanted it. She wanted to experience it all, and the fantasies of finally taking him were the final straw.

She came incredibly hard and started going limp, almost feeling like she was being crushed by Sniff, yet loving the powerful feeling of his body against hers. The thrill of enjoying such an illicit act with him, probing his cock in her ass, his hot breath against her neck amidst the huffs and groans he made as he pleasured himself against her while simulating a rut with his hand, she wanted more.

“Fuck me! Ahh! Gah!”

Even under the still-running water, he could feel the difference between the water and Twilight’s gushing over his hand. Then hearing her cries of ecstasy and pleas to fucked like a woman in a smut film. Even with his eyes closed, it was still only this purple princess his thoughts lusted after.

Shamelessly he wished he was fucking her the way she craved. It was enough to have his cravings begin to bear down on him to the point of breaking.

“Just a little.”

He raised his thumb and started to force his way inside her ass. The first noise he heard from Twilight nearly had him pull out, but the scandalous murmurs were her begging for more.

He could give her more. She wanted it.

“Just like with Oven’s, Twilight. Cum again with me.”

This was madness, worse than anything he would have ever allowed himself to do with her before entering the shower. Their first night together as a mixed couple, and here he was teasingly fucking her with anal because she wanted it. But if it was just allowing himself to peek inside, that was fine… Right?

Wasn’t that right? It wasn’t just him who was wishing his hand wasn’t restricting his thrusts into her. And those wonderfully evil noises she continued to make as she rode one orgasm after another, edging him closer to his? Then, that wicked scent of hers. So sweet, intoxicating, he could taste it as he breathed it in, even over the steam. She wasn’t shyly giving consent; she was all but demanding it by royal decree.

Why did fucking these mares have to feel so damn good?

His body clenched with a sharp inhale as his first rope coated her insides. It was too much for him, too good to allow himself to indulge.

Reluctantly, he pulled himself free to finish by painting everything under her tail.

As good as it was, he knew this was dangerous. He could get way too comfortable with this. He already wanted to push himself back in. It was a testament to mankind that he found the mental wherewithal to pull out at all.

Eventually, his overbearing lust evaporated, and he was left with the reality that he could have taken things too far.

Actually, if he was honest with himself, maybe he already did.

“Okay… I think we got carried away.”

With a near-exhausted laugh, Twilight played it cute while still riding the high from her first experience with him.

“Maybe… but only a little. We can stop, though, if you think we should. Just for tonight, of course.”

Sniff tried to nod, but even as surprisingly light as Twilight was, he was still struggling to hold her up and needed to rest his head against her to keep balance.

“Yeah… let’s, uh… reclean and then get some sleep.”

Soon they were out of the shower and were toweling off. Only a few times did their assisted rewashing turn into heavy petting or overt acts of trying to rub each other off or heated bouts of passionate kissing that they had to giggle or sheepishly laugh through to stop each other from trying to coax the other into going at it again.

There was always tomorrow, and Twilight wanted to make every moment special. Going again so soon would only spoil that for them.

“Peter, that was incredible. I can see why our instincts drive us towards seeking this out with you. I can’t wait to see what else you can show me. Also… I know most ponies would be against what we did, but I would love for us to do more like that again. I still feel like part of you is inside me, constantly warming me with… mmm, your cock feels so amazing.”

Sniff grinned, happy to have his release, but some guilt still lingering from his lust taking over for a moment.

“Hey, I’m here for you, Twigs.”

Feeling a mix of being completely enthralled with having sex again, as well as tired yet oddly energized, Twilight tossed her towel and opened the door back to her room.

“Well, I’m happy to have you here. And… I know we went about this rather quickly. Unless having sex before even having a date is some kind of taboo.” She turned up with a look of seeking clarification. “Do we even consider this sex? We’re not doing too much too fast, are we?”

Sniff was taken aback by her words. Not just her questions, her entire approach was considerate, and she wasn’t pining for his attention.

“We… kinda are going a little fast, but I mean… you know. The whole shared dating, not really fully-committed deal. And what we did might as well be sex, but I’ve had hookups with girls I’ve only met at parties.” He questioned his level of openness in an instant afterthought. “That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

Twilight gently shook her and smiled.

“No, I’m not even sure how I could. I don't know if you noticed, but I’ve enjoyed watching and hearing about what you’ve done with Ovens and Mayor Mare. I’m curious to see how things turn out with the other mares."

Okay, even Twilight realized how odd that sounded, but she had already rationalized it to the point of allowing herself to finally give in. She didn't feel any guilt over it, and enjoyed everything else along the way with him, ready to take in whatever else she could learn from and experience.

"I know I’m hoping you give Mayor Mare something to really thank her for what she did for Ovens and Cutter. Who else are you looking forward to dating next?”

Walking out with his towel, Sniff had to think which answer would be most favorable.

“Well, you can’t expect me not to say you and seeing Canterlot.”

With a quiet laugh, Twilight pulled back the covers on her bed and jumped in to take her spot.

“Obviously, dating the nerdiest princess in Equestria is going to be amazing. But you’ve already had a date with Ovens, so who are you most looking forward to dating next other than me? I'm going to be busy much of the time and have to travel every so often. You're going to have plenty of time with other mares, so who else do you have an interest in?”

Climbing into the center of the bed, now without his towel, Sniff gave it some serious thought.

“Right now? Probably Mayor Mare. She’s been really sweet, and it’s a real shame that she doesn’t recognize how attractive she is. Not just physically, either. She should have settled down by now and had someone of her own. It's a real shame the guys out here are… I dunno, but it's sad.”

Twilight did her best to accommodate his space and fluffed his pillow.

“I know, but just like us, she’s been so involved with the town, I don’t think she ever allowed herself the time for it. Also… I have a question that I don’t think we covered before, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Sniff was busy trying to properly tuck Ovens in next to him, but she was out like the lights around them, and he didn’t do much to hold his voice down.

“I want her to enjoy her time with me, but I want to take things a lot slower with her. She should really get to know me better and be comfortable before we do anything more. What’s your question, though?”

She turned to face him on her pillow and stopped short of reaching out to him.

“Could… we cuddle? I don’t want to sound needy, but last night I thought I almost lost you to Ovens, and I really want to have you with as much as I can.”

That was it? Then again, maybe that was more understandable, looking at it from her point of view. Plus, what was the harm?

“Of course, come here.”

He opened his left arm up to let her get close. Instead, she climbed up over him, laying on him much like she did the first time they shared her bed.

“That wasn’t my question. I just wanted to be closer to you, but anyway. You explained how sex can be for us, and that sex is meant to feel good as a means to encourage reproduction as well as build stronger relationships among humans… but if the digestive system isn’t part of the reproductive system, why does anal sex feel so incredible?”

Sniff chuckled, finally hearing her real question.

“I barely even did anything to you back there. Did you really like it that much?”

Fighting her blush, even in the darkness of her room, Twilight ran her hoof along the side of Sniff’s chest and hummed.

“Hmm… well, I remember from the movie that it was something humans did, which is why I asked you if you wanted to do that with me. I know for your penis, anything soft and warm can make you feel good, but what you did made my orgasms feel so much better the more you pushed in. And if we can do that again, don’t pull out. It’s a lot better in me than against me.”

While running his fingers up and down her back, Sniff did his best not to get hard again over just thinking about it.

“I will keep that in mind when we get there again. For the butt-stuff, though. It’s all about your pleasure nerves. The reason sex and our foreplay feels so good is because of thousands of little nerves that provide that feeling of pleasure when stimulated. There’s a lot of them in your clitoris, another large bundle in your g-spot, but-phrasing, those same nerves also travel along the other side of the anal cavity’s lining. So, during anal sex, or ass-play, the roots, or legs, of those nerves get stimulated as well. For you, I’m guessing your nerves must branch deeper than most other girls for you to enjoy it so much.”

All of Twilight’s nerd stimulators were working overtime listening to him explain this surprising anatomy information.

“That’s incredible. I guess our bodies must be a lot more similar than we originally thought if everything you’ve learned works with us as well.

Sniff continued his ministrations over her back, thinking about how the similarities were what led him here. That or he was a lot more messed up than what the doctors told him.

"Yeah… I guess our differences are mostly skin deep."

Seeing how close they really were, Celestia's decree drifted back into Twilight's consciousness. Maybe she really was trying to protect her from this.

“Peter… what would happen if I send you home and you can never come back? Because I promised you all that I’d find a way back, but I don’t want you to think my attachment to you would stop me from trying.”

Sniff continued to work his hands over Twilight, but that question set in motion a whole other set of thoughts he had never had before. Although, thinking about how badly Twilight wanted to literally fuck him, he couldn’t imagine she would try to fuck him over like that to keep him and his friends there with her and the others.

Then again, he was just substituting his ever-growing roster of women with whoever Twilight and Ovens were practically pimping him out too. Yet, as willing as they were, something still felt like he was so close to becoming the monster he could have been.

He held so much power over them, yet promised them no love, only help, and company. Was that an arrangement he could trust them all to keep?

“I don’t know, Twiggles… but I left a lot back home. And maybe some of us will want to stay. I know Kelly does. Can’t imagine Chris would want to go back to where he came from. But if we were meant to be used as weapons to destroy you, we can’t be selfish and put so many others at risk. Also, don’t think I would ever doubt you keeping your word. I still have all my faith in you.”

Twilight squeezed tighter around Sniff, feeling like she was already losing him again. At the same time, she loved him even more for his honesty and level-headed approach to this.

“Thank you for trusting me. I won’t ever give up. I'll make sure you can have a way home, but I will cherish every moment we have together until then. Just promise that if you can come back, you will.”

It was clear that the truth hurt her, but he understood why.

“Twi, I already told you I’d want to come back even before I knew you were into anal. Of course, I’ll come back. And… thank you for being patient with me.”

Twilight giggled as she nuzzled up to kiss Sniff goodnight.

“Mwah… you’re the best stallion a mare could ask for. I’m happy to have you as mine for as long as I can, but try to have some fun around town tomorrow, though. I’m going to be busy.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sniff said with a grin. “Should probably let Chris know what’s going down. Hopefully, we can pull him away from his herd long enough to meet your guests.”

If you're not following me, you might not see the Blog regarding your suggestions for a special chapter. Otherwise, onto the actual Author's Notes.

Well, it looks like Twilight is over her mental blocks about physical intimacy, and Ovens has found something new to hopefully take her mind off of rutting. At the same time, we're finding out just how adventurous our little ponies can be.

As adventurous as that might be, perhaps Sniff might be right about exploiting their naivety. Or is he simply showing them something they should have known about in the first place? Or does that matter now that they do know about it and want to experience it?