You are Anon, and even with Chrysalis staying behind, the sky chariot is a bit cramped. You find yourself gently pinned between the wall and Shewestia’s side.

…

“So, I was talking to a horse, and he implied that your title is not Finest Ass.”

Rarity raises her eyebrows.

“You were talking to male horse?”

"Yes?”

“Ah, never mind.”

Twilight coughs.

“Well, they were right. Shewestia, Wuna, and I are Princesses. “

Shewestia ruffles her wings primly.

“I, for one, accept the title you have given me. Tell me, though, is the hierarchy in your culture truly determined by the quality of one’s rump?”

“I thought that was you guys. Humans have the usual thing of money, political power, etc.”

Rarity glances at Shewestia’s flank.

“An easy mistake to make, I think.”

Shewestia smiles at that. Luna frowns.

“Then you don’t think my rear is one of the finest?”

You tilt your head to get a better look.

“Well, it’s quite good. Rather shapely.”

Luna turns away.

“Hm. Very well then.”

Shewestia shifts pensively.

“So, you were owned by the rich and powerful ponies. Were they kind to you?”

“Ponies? I wasn’t owned by anyone, I just had a normal job. It wasn’t until I got here that I became a pet.”

She looks rather distraught.

“I didn’t mean t- You are a free human, you don’t have to serve me-“

You chuckle and stroke her back comfortingly.

“I don’t mind, my life has been much happier since I came here. Besides, even with Rarity and I as your pets, you have too much stress. I like helping you relieve it.”

Rarity coughs.

“Pets? Not that I would mind, ah, rather I believe you are wrong again. I am not a pet.”

Huh. Shewestia chews her lip.

“…You wouldn’t mind…?”

Twilight clears her throat.

“Anom, would it be accurate to say that you think we have some sort of master-slave tradition in Equestria, while your homeworld doesn’t have such a thing?”

Well, some history aside,

“Yup.”

She sighs.

“We don’t have masters and slaves either.”

"Oh.”

Well,

You pat Shewestia’s back.

“I guess I’ll just be your consort or whatever.”

Luna snorts.

“We’re here.”

You are Luna, you’ve let yourself be flattered, and it’s biased your judgement. You try to view the matter dispassionately. Anom doesn’t belong here, yet he has wormed his way into your sister’s good graces. His dreams of late are considerably more gentle than before. You wonder if that is a function of living as a sentient being rather than a test subject, or if the staggering amount of female attention has mellowed him.

Part of your resentment, you think, is because he is attractive in some base, animalistic way. You are mildly tempted to just toss him in the upward flowing stream and be done with it. Meanwhile, Twilight Sparkle seems to have concluded her analytic spellwork. You approach.

“Any insight?”

She looks a little queasy.

“It’s a mess, and not one I’ll be untangling soon. It’s, ugh, I have seen at least two parts of it before. It shares some of the wavelengths of Pinkie Pie at rest, and Discord when he’s reversing the laws of nature. There’s more too, but, well, with those two components I doubt I’ll get much further. This phenomenon doesn’t want to be understood.”

You sigh, having expected something like this.

“Is it dangerous to go through either end?”

Twilight frowns.

“I’m not sure, but even testing it, I would avoid going against the current if at all possible.”

“I see. Thank you, Twilight.”

She nods distractedly, and returns to her monitoring spells. You turn to where your sister, Generosity, and the Anomaly are sorting through the pile of stones and hiyuman artifacts. The Anomaly looks up at your approach. He hefts a crumpled boot with a wry smile.

"Brobably not going to be hanythig useful here, just a lot of boods and molby clothes."

What an unfortunate accent. You grab the boot with your magic, turning it idly.

"Would it fit?"

He makes a nonplussed expression.

"I'm not stigging my food in some old bood."

You roll your eyes.

"It shouldn't be difficult to find out. Now hold still."

You press your magic outward inside the boot, until it might actually hold a hiyuman foot. Then you wrap magic around his foot, trying to get a sense of-

The Anomaly makes a strangled cry, his leg twitching. You cut off your magic immediately, worry and a hint of guilt stirring in your gut.

"Did I injure you?"

He gives you a shaky smile .

"Nah, it just tickled."

Then his eyes widen as he realizes what he said. You grin, horn glowing with a dread light.

You are Celestia, and at least Luna's getting some stress relief. You tune out Anom's yelps and laughter, and turn towards the only one excited by the artifacts.

"Such unusual fabrics! Come, look at the pattern in this soft boot!"

You settle by Rarity and examine her find.

"Hmm, rather geometric."

She looks at you, her eyes sparkling with the joy of discovery. What a cute little pony.

"Indeed, but what is more impressive is the regularity of the pattern across a curved surface! It's not painted or embroidered, but a dye set in fine lines with no blotching or bleeding. If I could just rediscover the method..."

She shivers in place, her mind exulting in the possibilities. Just then a finger trails across your flank. You surge halfway to your hooves in surprise, turning to find Anom looking at you pleadingly.

"H-help me."

Luna laughs triumphantly behind him.

"Yes! Vengeance is mine! Writhe more, worm!"

Blue magic flickers about Anom's feet, and he twitches and gasps, tears falling from his eyes.

"LUNA!"

Your voice snaps like a whip, startling her out of her melodramatics. Her magic fades, and she looks at you inquisitively.

"Something the matter, dear sister?"

Anom rests a weary head against your leg, the small act bringing a bittersweet warmth to your heart.

"I know you and Anom have a..."

"Vendetta?" She helpfully supplies.

"Complicated relationship. But what did you hope to accomplish by torture, especially in my presence?"

Luna's ears slowly flatten against her head. Anom hefts an arm over your withers and stands with your support. You wrap a wing around him. He coughs.

"It wasn't really torture, exactly. She just got over excited and tickled for too long."

You look him full in the face, searching his eyes for... something. He pats your head fondly. Why does that feel so good? Like you have accomplished something amazing?

"Very well."

Turning to your sister, you sigh.

"And you will be more careful?"

Luna nods with mock solemnity.

"Indeed, I shall endeavor to tickle your consort in a more gentle and circumspect manner."

That is, behind your back, and perhaps not as long. This is your lot as older sister, you suppose.

"Are we about done here, then? Rarity?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, pardon me, let me just gather a few things and we can be off."

A veritable flock of boots float towards the chariot, and you find yourself charmed once again.

You are Chrysalis, and it's warm on the tower top. You turn the page of the book, warmed in a different way. Such tumultuous affairs these ponies record. A low buzzing approaches, then falls silent. You wait, your eyes focused on the extended metaphor you are choosing to interpret as oviposition. You suspect this is the appeal of the style, to insert whatever lewd act you desire in the soft belly of the poetry. You ignore the soft scraping behind you, stretching out an idle hand to play in the breeze. A faint green mist flows from your fingers down to a waiting mouth. The pressure that had been building up inside you seeps away, leaving a certain languid contentment. The last of the carrier drones crawls back down the outer wall, returning to its hivemates in the forest. The necessary deceit over, you close your book and gaze at a speck high in the sky. It seems your... bosom companions are returning from their little expedition. Time to retreat to Celestia's quarters.

You are Anon, king of the boot hill. On your insistence, no less than three ponies are holding you solidly on top of the pile. Celestia insists it's not necessary, and Luna had a few things to say about what a frightened little colt you are being. Doesn't matter, flying in an open chariot car is scary, let alone on top of a pile of old boots.

It's almost enough to distract you from brooding about the portal geode things. You honestly don't remember how you got to Equestria, and the scenery on the other side of the portals doesn't look familiar. In fact, it all seems to go to the middle of nowhere. There would be a very real possibility that you wouldn't be able to find your way back, even if you did make it to civilization. Not to mention that you aren't too keen on human governments getting wind of this horse paradise somehow.

So, you are going to stay here. The next question is, what are you going to do? You are probably the consort of a princess, which brings certain duties. Fun ones, but not really time consuming ones. Maybe you should learn how to massage a horse? You do want to take this seriously, clearly these mares need more happiness in their lives, and you seem to be good at providing it. Eh, if nothing else, you can try to write a book.

When you finally land, you hop eagerly to the stones of the landing. Celestia giggles.

"You really are too cute sometimes."

Luna snorts.

"I have been awake too long to be dealing with this. Good day, Sister, Rarity, Anomaly."

With that, she teleports away. Celestia sighs. You turn to her, petting her neck comfortingly. She gives you a slightly sad smile.

"I'm afraid I must go preside over day court. Until then, Anon, Rarity, Twilight."

She plants a quick, chaste kiss on your cheek .

"Until then, Finest Ass."

She swats your butt with a wing and walks away, a noticeable sway to her hips. The two unicorns and you watch, transfixed by the sight. Rarity clears her throat.

"Well, this has been quite the enjoyable morning, I must say. If you'll excuse me, I have a great many things to study."

And then there were two. Twilight fusses with her clipboard, a noticeable blush on her cheeks. Taking the hint, you walk over and place a hand on her withers.

"I do believe it is your turn, Ms. Sparkle. The last two times, we were interrupted, and/or rather hurried. How about we take it slow, this time?"

She meets your eyes, a demure smile on her face.

"I would like that."

You are Chrysalis, rooting through Celestia's dresser. There probably won't be a diary, but there may be something interesting mixed in with the skirts and cloaks. You find a drawer full of towels, and in the back...

Your claws brush against something rubbery and round. You retrieve the item, bringing it to the light of a window.

...

Did...

Did Celestia take pity on you, and magically disconnect the hiyuman's cock? For a brief moment, you feel a surge of gratitude nearly stronger than any feeling you have felt previously. But the thing in your claws doesn't feel properly fleshy, for all that it is shaped just like that sinister limb.

...

You press the tip of it to your lips, letting them part to take in its girth. At once your nose is filled with Celestia's distinct scent, traces of her past pleasures dancing on your tongue.

Delicious.

You suckle on the toy, draining the emotional residue. Almost instinctively, your spare claw goes to your teats, grabbing and squeezing at them. Your hips surge, bucking at air as you drain the past dregs of Celestia's lust from the false fleshrod. You pull the cock from your mouth, licking your lips. Still, you feel unaccountably hot and wet.

The body is unfamiliar, but the urges and the desires are as old as time. Your heart beats in your throat as you bring the head of the toy to your folds. A quick look around confirms that the door is closed. You ease yourself onto your back, and push the rubbery cock into your slit. You let out a hiss, back arching as pleasure blooms from your loins. Your legs clench around your hand, inadvertently pushing the dildo deeper. A lightning bolt of pleasure flashes up your spine, wracking your body with an agony of ecstasy. You moan helplessly, hips bucking instinctively.

"You alrighd in there?"

Your blood runs cold. You turn to look at Anom. He stands in the doorway, hair mussed, face red, eyes wide. Most importantly, his robes have an odd protrusion at waist level. You draw up into a sitting position, covering your marehood with your hands. You glare at him.

"I'm fine. And don't think this gives you permission!"

He takes a step back, visibly confused.

"Why would it?"

You yank the toy from your nethers, brandishing it at him.

"Don't play coy, you know your master made this to tempt me!"

He just stares.

"That's my dick."

You roll your eyes.

"Obviously. And just because I'm using it to masturbate doesn't mean you can stick the real thing in me."

He nods seriously.

"I agree."

You feel a bit of tension leave your body.

...

"Good."

Anom looks at the ground, then at you.

"Mind if I watch?"

You frown. As if you could trust him, when it leaves you so helpless.

...

Perhaps you can't trust him too far, but,

"Only if Celestia is there too. Now leave, I have more to do."

He bows mockingly.

"As you wish."

Anom closes the door, and you hear his footsteps trail off in the distance. After several more long moments of waiting in silence, you bring the toy to your moist entrance. You keep your eyes on the door, heart beating unaccountably quickly at the thought that he might come back, or perhaps it would be Celestia who intrudes on you. You start again, hoping and hoping not.