So, maybe Blotchbutt doesn't mind the ovals? You look around as she lets you go. This is more like it, a nice clean bedroom, a large bed, tables and chairs, yeah you could get used to this. Still, it looks like you'll have to go Daniel Jackson. Good thing you figured out step 1, romance the locals. Now for the hard part. Figuring out horse speech. And making some clothes, it's a little cooler in here.

You are Luna, and the poor thing is wrapping itself in a blue sheet, no doubt trying to be more like its savior.

"No need to go so far, it is enough for you to be yourself."

You try to pull the sheet off of it, but it resists. After a few moments of tugging back and forth, you relent. You suppose it's harmless to let it identify with you more strongly. The question remains, though, what are you going to do with a sexually abused creature in your private bedroom?

"Did they feed you? What am I saying, of course you can't understand me. I shall just have to send for a servant to bring berries or something."

You start to turn, but you see it take a deep breath.

"Great mustard, grphlg container."

No. It can't be.

"Can you understand me?"

Its brow furrows in concentration.

"Cab you blow us?"

Even if it can only imitate sounds it hears, this is rather impressive.

"Can."

"Cam."

"Can."

"Can?"

"Can!"

You smile and pat it on the head. Naturally, once you take a being out of an abusive environment, it learns much more quickly.

"You."

"You."

That's right, it got this one right before.

"Understand."

"Uddergrab."

You blush a little at the idea. You know it isn't trying to say...that, but you are beginning to see why this thing troubled your sister so.

"Un-der-sta-nd."

"Hungerma'amed"

"Under-stand"

"Understab."

"Underst-a-nd"

"Understaand"

You pat it on the head again.

"Me."

"We"

"Me"

"Ne"

"Me"

"N- m-me"

"Me."

"Me."

You pat it on the head again. Now for the moment of truth.

"Can. You. Understand. Me?"

It tilts its head

"Can you understand me?"

You clap your hooves happily.

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

This language thing is easier than you thought.

"Yes, I can understand you."

"Yes! I can uddergrab you."

You blush, unprepared for his earnest expression and lewd words.

"Uddergrab? Yes?"

You need to retire to your cham- that won't work, he's already here. You must go somewhere else, so you don't make the same mistake as Celestia.

Maybe you said oval in horse? At any rate, you have the room to yourself. You try to practice the horse words big blue taught you, but without any reference for their pronunciation nor meaning, you stop after a few repetitions. If Starbutt was shit at learning English, Blotchbutt is worse at teaching Magic Horsish. But that's what you get when you base your society on booty size.

You look around the room. Might as well figure out what you want to say as early as possible. Oh hey, paper and quills. It saddens you as a ballpoint pen master race to use such outdated technology, but you'll just have to endure it for now. You set to work drawing food. What else do you really need to say? Magic horse, Human, hmm. You really should find out if they have an alphabet.

If you can record what they say, that would go a long way towards remembering the language. Probably. Assuming you can get the idea across with your mediocre artistic skills.

You are Luna, in a guest room in one of the lesser used towers. Even so, you cover yourself in blankets before you permit yourself to think about-

Those skillful paws, kneading your tender teats. Those perversely dull claws making rows in your soft belly fur. Your breath is loud in the empty room, otherwise silent but for the rustling of the sheets. Then the door opens and you freeze.

"Sister, I want to apologize. We should have talked, performed real experiments, and..."

You stare frozen, touched by the sentiment, but the moment is made awkward by your hoof on your nethers. Celestia tilts her head, hints of anger making themselves known in her posture.

"Tell me you didn't just take him for yourself."

You hold out your hooves placatingly.

"Nothing of the sort! I was just teaching him words, and he, ah, misspoke indelicately, and so I retreated so I could approach him rationally!"

She glances wryly at your glistening hoof.

"He said u-uddergrab. Several times. You know how he smells, how he bares his teeth, how he has such strength in his exotic body..."

Celestia's expression softens at that, a goofy smile playing across her lips.

"Oh, yes. I do know that."

She focuses on you again.

"So you agree? He's intelligent, and just speaks a different language?"

You frown.

"I wouldn't go that far. I have only confirmed that he can parrot sounds. I shall require many more interactions before I can be certain of anything else."

Celestia raises her eyebrows.

"What about Twilight and myself? Can't we interact with him as well?"

You shake your head

"I have had him for just a few moments, and he has already made more progress learning Equestrian than in the month you had him."

"Perhaps you are not the variable; Twilight has a theory that he came from the ancient pony homeland, and that his kind were raised as servants to their pony masters. How else do you explain how quickly and expertly he found the scritching areas?"

That...seems unlikely.

"Where are you going with this?"

"I interacted with him as though he was a servant, and almost instantly he fell into the habits of a concubine. Understand this: he needed no prompting to go from scritching most tenderly to rutting me half out of my mind. Perhaps in your own interactions, you took on the role of an instructor, and he responded to that?"

That can't be right...

"That's a lot of supposition, but perhaps I was too hasty in banning all interaction with you. If you'll let me clean up, we'll see him together."

Celestia smiles graciously.

"That sounds good."

As you wash your hoof in a nearby basin, she asks,

"So where is he now?"

"In my bedroom."

You can feel her stare on the back of your head.

"You sure you didn't want him for yourself?"

You find yourself blushing.

"I was in a hurry, and it was a safe place. We can move him to another room."

Celestia grunts skeptically, but makes no comment. You return to your room to find the creature messing around with a quill. Maybe he's imitating the young Twilight Sparkle? He perks up noticeably when he sees you. Yes, you are a kind and gentle pony, it really shows in how-

Why is he grinning at Celestia?

"Would you look at that. It looks like he drew some things. Shall we see what he wants?"

You glare at her for a moment before turning a sweet expression towards the biped

"What do you have for us, specimen?"

"Specimen?" Celestia asks, unimpressed.

"Silence."

The two of you draw closer and look at the drawings. They really aren't good, but you can recognize an apple, a bowl, and some other things. He points to the food.

"N?"

"Oh dear, did you forget to feed him?"

"I had a lot on my mind!"

"I imagine you did. I better get him something before he starves. "

She leaves, deliberately swaying her hips. The poor thing is hypnotized. You levitate over a fresh sheet of parchment and sketch out a generic pony, then yourself.

"Here, let's learn some more words! You like learning words, right?"

The beastly thing is slow to turn to you, even after your sister is gone. Curse her. You tap your drawing impatiently. He ambles over, adjusting his sheet. You point at the pony drawing.

"Pony."

"Coney."

"P'ony."

"Pony."

At least he's quick to imitate you. You point at the drawing of you and tap your chest.

"Luna."

"Wuna."

"L una"

"Luna."

First constants seem to be a problem. Nevertheless, you feel it is important that he learn your name. You point at only yourself.

"Luna."

You see something flicker in his eyes, and he smiles and points at you.

"Luna!"

Oh, why is that so sweet to your ears? Then he points at himself.

"Hragumbrash."

What an ugly name. You point at him.

"Anomaly."

He tilts his head.

"Anoma...Anom."

He points at himself.

"Anom."

Then at you.

"Luna."

A fair compromise. Then he turns to the parchment excitedly and scribbles out what can only be your sister. No other pony could be so grossly incandescent.

"N?"

You sigh.

"That is Celestia."

"The bestia"

You might kill this Anom creature.

"Ce-le-stia."

"The Labia"

...

"Ce"

"Ce"

"Les"

"Les"

"Tia"

"Tia"

"Celestia."

"Celestia. Celestia? Celestia!"

You are so done. Then he hugs you and murmurs,

"Luna"

Perhaps he is not so bad.

You are Anon, and you are so happy you now know what names to yell out while having sex. Big Blue needs to loosen up, but you guess she's nice enough in her own way. You release her from the hug and bring her to one of your earlier drawings.

The best one. It shows a surprisingly handsome human grinding against the ass of some fine magical horse. You spent about fifteen minutes getting this one right.

"Rehn?"

You aren't really sure what that means, but it came at the end of a lot of questions Starbutt asked you. Big Blue blushes and looks away, whickering or whatever you call that noise.

Did you just get propositioned by Anom?

"I don't think-"

You glance at the drawing again. Why is this one better than the others?

"I mean, ah, "

He points more emphatically at it.

"N?"

Okay, maybe he just wants to know the word. Yeah, that's it. You take a few deep calming breaths and point at the drawing.

"Sex."

Just then Celestia opens the door, a smirk on her face.

"What have you been teaching him?"

Anom turns to her grinning broadly.

"Celestia! Sex!"

Now, you want to die, or just kill him, you aren't sure.

You are Celestia, and did you just get propositioned by the anomaly?

You may be Anon, and you may not know much about what they are saying, but you know exactly what to say to stir up the most trouble. Judging by Big Blue's frantic stuttering and Whiterump's subtle blush, you got it right.

You are Celestia, and you recognize that smile. It's the same one you made when the Gala got torn to shreds. You're on to this guy. Meanwhile Luna is still sputtering away.

"-look at this, he was the one who wanted to learn the word!"

You look and see a well drawn rendition of the anomaly penetrating you.

...

"Are you sure? This is well drawn, unlike all the others. Honestly, Luna, I don't mind if you have those sorts of feelings for him, I just want him to be free to choose who wants to spend time with."

You always though your sister was the cutest when she was blushing.

"No! He really did draw that! I mean, I wouldn't, but if he did, and I am not lonely, so stop you know, saying things."

Too cute. He must think so too. The anomaly pats Luna on the neck, smiling at her. How forward.

You are Luna, currently frozen in place. You've imagined what it would be like to have a coltfriend. You are a mare, after all. But never did you imagine that he would be an alien, or try to initiate things right in front of your sister. Or that he would have rutted your sister earlier.

"Aw, he likes you!"

Trust her to make it worse. Anom looks at you closely.

"Luna? Gar que hoxay?"

Despite the gibberish, you can hear the concern in his tone. You are touched, a little. He strokes your neck. You are touched a lot. Curse your marehood, now is not the time. Celestia giggles from behind her hoof.

"I better leave you two love birds to it then. Good luck!"

With that, she teleports away. He glances away at the sudden absence, then goes back to staring into your eyes. You have to say something.

"I'm...fine, it's okay."

You could drown in those eyes.

You are Anon, and you are feeling kinda guilty about what you did. Wuna looks sad, or confused, or something. You feel obligated to help, somehow. You raise a hand to stroke her head, but your thumb brushes against her horn on the way. Wuna shivers, and her eyes roll back for a second. You freeze, unsure of what you just did.

Oh Stars and Void, you just came.

Okay, Anon, you can do this. Just don't touch the horn, because that is probably painful or something. You wrap your arms around Wuna's neck and hold her close. You stroke her mane gently, murmuring comforting whispers.

He has claimed you, and is growling in your ear while he flaunts his dominance. You have never been more scared or arou-

You struggle to say something, do something, but-

His claws pet your mane, the gentle tugs stimulating already sensitive skin. He pulls back a bit, and you hope you will be set free. But no, he merely stares into your eyes, daring you to challenge him. You feel the last dregs of anger stir within you, how dare he-

He brushes a bit of your mane from the side of your face and cups your cheek in his claw. You drop your eyes immediately. He should not be taking these liberties with your person. You should pin him to the ground with your magic, and call the guards. He suddenly surges forward, catching you up in a tight hug, murmuring something like "Choo Kude"

He rubs his cheek against yours, and you cannot help but melt a little. You have been alone for so long, and he is so very warm. Your nostrils fill with his intoxicating scent. Oh Tartarus, he's scratching your neck.

You have to hand it to these magic horses, they can be cute when they want to be. You still aren't sure what was wrong before, but under your expert petting and hugs, Big Blue is definitely feeling better. Still, extra cuddles never hurt anyone.

You freeze as his hand dips towards your belly. He vigorously scratches, his claws pressing just hard enough to set your skin tingling with crossed signals of pain and pleasure. How long will he torture you? He made you cum within a few seconds of being alone, but now he seems to be taking his dear sweet time ravaging you. Instead, each minute of rubs and gentle scritching and quiet growling feels like an hour. The heat that has building inside of you is nearly an inferno. Finally, he makes a mistake.

He brings his hands up and scratches at your chest, leaving messy furrows in your fur. You press forward, knocking him to the ground. He looks up at you, started by your mareful show of cleverness and power. You place a hoof squarely on his chest, and he has the audacity to smile at you. You bring your face within inches of his and snort.

Looks like someone wants kisses

You-

What

Just-

You know what? Two can play at the ravaging game. You tear your sheet from his body. How pitiful. You prod at his limp stallionhood with a hoof, laughing at how small and malformed it is.

You are Anon, and it looks like Wuna is pretty excited about giving you a handjob. Hoofjob? At any rate, today seems to be your lucky day. Mr. Shine agrees. Him diamond.

Oh. That is...less pitiful. You become all too aware of your hoof pressing against his hard, muscular chest. Your other hoof sensing just how hot a member can be with increased blood flow. The last of your mirth drains away, and you are left with a heat in your loins and a male under your power. You have fantasized about this as well. Your heart pounds, you can hear your heavy breathing. You are going to do this. You align yourself carefully, guiding his rod with just a hint of magic.

Looks like she wants to skip the hoofjob. Wuna lowers herself onto your cock, her inner walls like silk around you. You exhale in a rush, arching your back as she slowly works her way up and down your shaft. She stares at you with some alien emotion in her eyes. You have to respond.

"Wuna. Thanks for the hzeggs"

You have the soul of a poet.

What is he saying about sex? He better not be implying he's had better. You didn't lose your virginity raping an alien for him to just mock you. You pick up the pace, nearly slamming into his pelvis. At the same time, you cup his balls with your magic and knead his flanks with the same. Over the sound of your own panting, you hear his strangled growls. His claws snarl uselessly in your chest fur. It is so /satisfying/ to see him so completely at your mercy. You lean your head down and whisper in his ear.

"You are powerless! I am your princess!"

Oh man, she's talking dirty in your ear, you just know it. You grab her face and kiss her deeply, your tongue probing the entrance of her longer mouth.

What is he doing? You...it's fine. You can handle this. Even though you are still ravaging his cock with your delicate flower, it somehow feels dirtier to kiss like they do in Prance. Nevertheless, you have the advantage here. Your long tongue presses his back, and you feel yourself brush against his sharp teeth. Another shiver runs through you, and you clamp around his stallionhood

For several blissful, long seconds, you are only aware of his exquisite length inside you and your tongue barging around heedlessly between his dangerous jaws. When you come to yourself again, you are startled to realize that he has yet to climax. Every book you have read has insisted that maregasm will ensure a simultaneous release. You pull back, wondering if your marehood is defective.

That was hotter than you ever thought sex with a horse could be. Hmmm, looks like she's getting tired. You better take over. You roll her over, and start taking long, slow strokes inside her. She does the shiver thing several more times in the next few minutes, and you think you figured something out.

It was a trap. How could you have forgotten how your sister lay defeated and broken in the dirt? Even now, your body is racked with waves upon waves of pleasure. You could free yourself if you could just gather enough concentration to focus your magic. It's hard when his relentless cock is pounding your marehood with merciless efficiency. You begin to gather a few shreds of magic. Then a claw delicately traces a line down your horn. Fire flows through your body, your limbs flailing with the sensory overload. Your marehood spasms over and over, and you scream in ecstasy.

Jackpot. You've been holding out, but this is all beginning to be too much. You chant her name like a prayer as you accelerate towards your own climax.

"Wuna, Wuna, Wuna, Wuna, Wuna...."

She thrashes on the ground, eyes closed shut in sexual exaltation.

He keeps saying your name. You lay helpless and wild beneath him as he claims you, womb and soul. He croons out your name one last time as his cock ejaculates within you, filling you with his hot seed. He embraces your twitching body as his stallionhood softens achingly slowly within you. What can you do?

He kisses you sleepily and strokes your mane. You sigh, and wrap yourself around him. You could do worse for a coltfriend, you suppose. The bedroom door opens.

"I heard a scream, are you alright?"

It's sister's pupil. Twilight falls silent at the sight of Anom still buried in your marehood, semen dribbling down between your flanks.

"N-nevermind!"

The door slams shut. The creature chuckles, but doesn't move. You don't move either. You wonder if you could get pregnant from his seed. More worryingly, you aren't sure what you would prefer to be the truth.