You are Anon, the officially bored human. Got the paperwork right here, signed by a lawyer, two judges and some kind of minister. Okay, you may have just written it all in the dirt and made up the signatures, but it's still official.

You think you're in quarantine. What with being from another planet, it would suck if you gave everyone smallpox or something. Doesn't make it any less dull.

Oh hey, the purple one is back. The magic forcefield ripples around her as she steps through. She starts to whinny at you, then notices your official declaration of boredom. Her jaw drops. Then she looks at you in bewilderment. It's not that hard to understand. Maybe if you say it slowly?

"I...am...bored. Booooorrreeed."

Starbutt scowls in concentration, her lips contorting as she tries to process this. Maybe the magic horses are a race of retards. Living in the buildings made by some alien race. Then it hits you. You are going to have to be Daniel Jackson.

Shit.

"W-wahrd"

Or not?

"Close? It's more like bored. Boooorrrrrrrrrred."

Her lips flex some more. You'd be turned on if it wouldn't feel like bestiality. Seriously, these horses are dumb.

"Whperd?"

She points at your declaration. Finally, some progress. You nod emphatically.

"That's right. That says I'm bored. Here, you are having trouble with the concept, let me spell it out for you."

You crouch and write in the dirt.

"B"

"O"

"R"

"E"

"D"

"Bored. Brought to you by the letter 'all the damn time.' "

The mare trots in place for a bit, clearly excited about something. Must be nice. Then she draws a triangle on the ground.

Alright. You draw a triangle too, equilateral because that is objectively the best triangle. You also draw a square, because why not. Starbutt sits and clops her hooves together. Yes, applaud the great shape drawer, Anonymous the human. You draw a pentagon. She draws a hexagon.

"Oh, it's on."

Fuck, she stuck you with the odd number ones. It takes a bit, but the seven sided thing comes out okay. A little wobbly. She draws an octagon.

"Yeah, let's just skip to the end."

You draw a circle. More like an oval, but who cares? Apparently Starbutt, because she gallops away. Are circles offensive?

You are Twilight Sparkle, and you dreamed this day would come. Not only are you studying an alien, but you will have to communicate with math! You barge into Celestia's chambers. She looks up at you from her pile of documents.

"Yes?"

You grin.

"He's intelligent! He understands numbers, sequences, and geometry! I think he has a writing system too."

Your wise and powerful teacher shifts a little.

"Really? Tell me more."

"He wrote something in the dirt, he called it a wird or something. Then I-"

"A word? Maybe he's using an dialect from ancient Equestrian?"

You shake your head slowly.

"He's an alien. There's now way we would share lingual roots, unless... we came from another world, and creatures like him stayed there and are ruled over by the ponies that stayed! It all makes sense!"

Celestia shifts again.

"Do you really think he is used to ponies ruling over him?"

"How else do you explain how calmly he let us capture him, and put him in the enclosure? He might be an escaped servant, or a lost rebel! Come with me, I have to see how he reacts to your regal presence!"

You can see her pretend to be reluctant.

"Very well, Twilight. I have spent too long cooped up in here."

You are Anon, and it'd be nice if they gave you some clothes. It's warm enough that you don't mind being naked, but sitting on the dirt isn't the most comfortable thing. You still aren't sure if you should erase the circle (oval). Well, you know one thing.

Bitches love triangles.

You draw about a dozen. The purple one returns with the queen of ass. You're pretty sure magical horse hierarchy is determined by booty size. Starbutt whickers excitedly at your magnificent offering. Art like this should be preserved for future generations. Sunrump has eyes only for you, though. Can't blame her. You smirk at the mare. She starts walking slow circles around you, admiring.

Dat ass.

"You like what you see? I know I do."

Whitebooty snorts and whuffles from behind you, her breath hot against your neck. Looks like someone wants some petting.

You are CelestiaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Oh wow, his claws feel amazing on your face, stroking your neck. You thought you would just sniff him, but no, this is much better. Oh, but he does smell nice.

"Keep going you glorious thing!"

Twilight looks up from measuring the triangles with a protractor.

"Teacher, are you al-"

She looks away modestly.

"I-I see he, ah, is used to serving mares. Oh my."

Poor Twilight, perhaps you will let the anomaly tend to her next.

Oh!

Your forelegs buckle as he scratches your back vigorously. Maybe tomorrow, Twilight.

You are Anon, and you swear, magic horses are like cats or dogs or something. The big one practically melted when you started petting her face. Purple is looking away, guess she really likes shapes. As you start scratching Sunrump's back, she lowers her front end. You are oddly reminded of a cat in heat. You make your way back, and-

Oh, yeah, just like a cat in heat. Just to be safe, you scratch her back a bit longer, listening to her satisfied snorts and panting. Your hands travel progressively further back, until-

he creature is grabbing your butt. You look at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

Go ahead. Please your master."

"T-teacher?"

You turn a loving gaze on your student.

"I think your experiment is a success."

She blushes.

"I didn't think that- that he would, to you, I mean..."

You lean into the grasping, kneading motions of the soft claws of the anomaly. Sweet stars, it feels good. You do feel a little guilty, exposing Twilight to this, but there is no way you're stopping now.

"My little pony, you can have a turn with him after."

Looks like Whitebooty is explaining the birds and the bees to Starbutt. You see the little one nod, and you figure that's as good a cue as you're ever going to get. Old Faithful dives into the winking pussy, the warm walls exquisite along your shaft. Sunrump huffs excitedly as you plow her fields, your hands worshiping the finest ass you've ever held. Oh hell yeah.

You are Twilight Sparkle, and your beloved, beautiful, wise, motherly, kind, teacher is getting rutted like any old mare in heat. You know it's wrong.

So wrong.

But you can't stop watching as her rear jiggles with every thrust. Princess Celestia, your tongue shouldn't be hanging out! What magic is this? Maybe, in addition to friendship, there is another form of magic? Clearly the creature is adept at using it. You've never seen your teacher so happy, so disheveled, so degraded, so attra-

And this will be you in about thirty seconds to a minute. You aren't looking forward to that. Not at all. You aren't looking at the lewd motions of your teacher, and imagining how that will be you.

It's official, magic horse pussy is the best pussy. You'd write it in the dirt, but you are too busy pounding an ass that won't quit. The horse has her wings at full mast, her head laying in the dirt, smudging one of your triangles with every jostle. You swear, it's like your dick is being caressed by the hands of at least three Greek goddesses. You hope one of them is Hera's, Zues would deserve that, the unfaithful fuck. You've been going for at least five minutes, and you are determined to go much longer.

You are the warm pile of pleasure that used to be Celestia. You thought you could handle it. Now, after your eleventh orgasm, you have a sneaking suspicion that ponies do not rule over the world this thing came from. You should probably be worried that an apex predator is so adept at reducing you to a quivering mass of ecstasy, but you feel so safe in his strong grip.

You are Twilight Sparkle, furiously masturbating. You are still waiting for your fate, and you no longer dread it. After twenty impossible minutes, an evil light gleams in the invader's eye. He rams deep into Celestia, twitching as he defiles her very womb with his semen. He lets out a deafening roar, his dominance secure. You have never been wetter in all your life.

Shit. You hope magic horses can't get pregnant from human sperm.

Oh, how you hope you can get pregnant from this creature's semen. Still, a promise is a promise. You turn your head from where you are collapsed on the ground.

"Twilight, it's your turn."

You look at the magnificent specimen.

"Please be gentle to her."

It looks like the lil'purple wants something. She's not meeting your eyes, bit she's walking towards you. Then Big Blue dives in and starts braying and flapping her wings angrily. Looks like someone doesn't like ovals.

"And when I wake up, what do I see? You, coercing this poor thing into first rutting you, then your poor, impressionable student!"

"It's not like that! Look, he's intelligent! He understands geometry!"

You point at the triangles, guilt and anger roiling in your stomach.

"Shapes."

She spits the word put with disgust.

"Have you no morals? If you cannot communicate with it, and it is not of a reasonably similar level of intelligence, there is no way it can rightly consent! I am taking him into my custody, lest you take even more advantage of him."

Your sister is angrier than you have seen in a long time. She wraps a wing around the alien being, and teleports away. Twilight sits down with a thump.

"What just happened?"

You sigh.

"Luna and I have a disagreement about the nature of the anomaly. I just hope we can be reconciled a bit easier than last time."