Sex Therapy
by Nonameknight
First published
A human arrives in Equestria by means he doesn't understand. Of course, this doesn't mean he can't get a fun job.
You know, when I first arrived here in Equestria, I thought my life was over. I didn't know anyone in this crazy horse world, and there were no other Humans here. None. No one- Er, nopony knew what I was, not even the ancient rulers of the Kingdom itself.
I learned pretty quickly that despite my difference in appearance, I was still welcome and accepted by the odd creatures that I now found myself surrounded by. The Princesses in particular were kind to me and offered me a home within Canterlot, the capital of the country.
Of course, it's hard to find work in a city where the population is comprised of mostly unicorns, given their magical abilities and skills. Luna saw my dilemma and made an unusual suggestion for a business of my own. Let's hope it's as fun as it sounds.
Contains plenty of human on pony action, along with varying kinks and fetishes over the course of the story. All characters depicted are 18 or above. Yes, even the ones who are canonically younger in the show. They are older at this point in the timeline.
Set after The Ending of the End, and before The Last Problem.
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Chapter 1 - An Idea
"So, let me get this straight," I say, folding my arms and leaning against the wall of my room within the Canterlot palace, meeting the unashamed gaze of my visitor, "Your solution to my lack of work is to pay me a large sum of money to open a business, rent said business' office for a year for me, and then have me fuck ponies?"
Princess Luna, the diarch of Equestria, and a surprisingly perverted pony apparently, nods her head in response to my inquiry, her furry rear planted on the couch that is the centerpiece of my living room. Her hooves shift a bit in place, seeming to realize just how outlandish her offer sounds to me, her starry mane swaying in an invisible breeze, "N-nay, we did not say that. We simply mentioned that we recalled an old profession that is no longer often used in Equestria, and that we believe you may be a good fit for the business."
"Luna, that's prostitution!" I shout, throwing my hands up before groaning as I let my head fall, sighing in frustration, "Look, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not desperate enough to sell my body like that just yet. You know I'm looking for other work, it's just..."
"That ponies here do not believe you as capable as a pony, yes. Perhaps we should have sent you to Ponyville, after all," she mumbles to herself with a furrowed brow, the expression still appearing almost alien to me due to my scant few months here, "A comfort therapist is not as simple as laying with a mare or stallion, Renard. They were trusted, well cared for, and valued due to their work distracting many ponies from the struggles of the past.
"War, famine, and monsters were a daily threat to our lives, and comfort therapists were simply called comfort mares and stallions in that age. Sister says the term is outdated and frowned upon these days, however," Luna continues, sighing before returning her attention to me, "Regardless, it is your best bet of integrating with the populace and making a living. Your height and skills make it difficult to find much else in regards to work."
Scoffing, I wave a hand dismissively and remove myself from the wall behind me, making my way towards the princess of the night with even, steady steps, a scowl firmly planted on my face, "Are you sure? There isn't anything in the castle I can do instead? Not even a secretary position?"
A smirk splits Luna's muzzle as I take my seat next to her, the look in her eyes making me grow uneasy, "Well...Blueblood has needed a new secretary for a week now. Scared the last one off in a day."
"Nevermind, I'll do it."
"Is it too late to change my mind?"
Staring up at the two-story building in front of me, I can't help but notice just how large and private the space itself is, the windows small and narrow while the door is made from oak wood and lacking any windows on the surface of it. The road Luna and I are standing on is paved with cobblestone, the traffic from ponies going about their day surprisingly large, bringing to mind one of the main streets of the capital city.
"Quite. The payments are made, and the office is yours for a year, Renard," Luna replies, earning a groan of trepidation from me, "Do not worry, friend. We took the liberty of hiring you a secretary of your own, to ease your workload. Her salary will come from us for six months."
"Well...I suppose I can't put this off, huh? Might as well give this a try and see what happens."
Stepping forward and up the all-too-small stone steps, I glance down at the pair of keys in my hand, one meant to unlock the door while the other is meant for the safe inside, before sliding the correct key into the lock. Turning the key and opening the door, my eyes are greeted with a small waiting room and a receptionist's desk, a door further into the spartan room also visible. The entire look of the room brings a doctor's office to mind, raising my expectations of the business' standards.
"This is...surprisingly normal so far," I mumble to myself as I begin to explore the room and take in all the details that I can in an attempt to familiarize myself with my new office, "It's even got a coffee maker for the secretary. This actually might not be so bad..."
"Good. We chose this location with privacy in mind, and due to the number of ponies that pass by every day," Luna says from behind me, making me yelp and quickly turn to face her, a hand over my heart, "Your secretary should be here by tomorrow, and you can meet her then. Her name is Nimbus Blitz, a retired Wonderbolt who wanted a change of scenery."
"O-okay, good to know. I, um...assume that she isn't going to want to..." I trail off, unable to get the words out of my mouth, and winding up looking like a blushing fool in front of one of the most powerful ponies in the world, "Y-you know."
Nodding her head, Luna trots towards the back door of the room, her horn lighting up with her magical aura and surrounding the handle of the door before opening it, "Correct. She is an employee here, and nothing more. If she wishes for you to engage in that activity together, that is between the two of you. Otherwise, she is not to be touched in that manner."
"Yeah, I get that now. Was just making sure, Princess," I reply honestly, giving a sheepish smile and rubbing the back of my head with a hand as I follow behind her, curious about the rest of the office, "I won't do anything that isn't asked of me, don't worry."
Chuckling to herself, Luna leads me into the small hallway separating three rooms from each other before opening the door on the left and bringing me inside, "That is exactly why we believe you would be a good fit for this. Remember, you are not a simple escort to spend the night rutting with. You are a professional, here to help ponies relax, unwind, and send them home with a smile on their faces."
"I doubt I'll be, uh...doing much 'rutting,'" I say with a glance to the side, taking in the sight of the room we entered after I get over my hesitance, "For some reason, I don't think many ponies will want that part of the service from me. I imagine that I'll be spending a lot of time chatting with clients in this...really nice office. Wow."
The office looks much nicer than the nearly empty lobby, sporting a surprisingly large wooden desk and already equipped with several quills stored in a holder atop the surface, along with a sizable bed in the corner of the room. Noting the locations of the other office essentials, I make sure to examine everything I can, barely noticing Luna as she puffs her chest with pride, "It was nary an issue, friend. We were more than happy to ensure that you received a comfortable work environment. It is not just for your benefit, after all."
"That makes sense, yeah. Thanks, Princess! This is great! So, is that bed for sleeping, or...?"
I walk towards the bed and lean down to take a closer look at the sheets, the soft silk immediately recognizable once I touch it with a hand. My eyes widen, and I glance over at Luna with a questioning expression, a soft blush tingeing my cheeks, "N-nevermind, I think I can tell. Did you need to get silk sheets, Princess? I'm not used to this level of pampering, I gotta say."
"We did indeed need to choose silk sheets, yes. You can not make it seem as though you can not provide a comfortable place for your clients and yourself," Luna responds with a soft smile, approaching me and resting a hoof on my shoulder, "We promised to help you, and we intend to make good on that promise. You are not alone here, Renard. If you ever need somepony to talk to, our door is always open for you."
Taken aback, I remain silent for a moment before I return the smile, genuinely grateful for the assistance that she is providing me, "Thank you, Princess. But...what did I do to deserve so much from you? This can't have been cheap to get."
"It was not. However, we can say that you deserve a chance to be able to thrive here, as everypony else does," she says with sincere kindness, her voice soothing any worries about this job for the moment, "You can always contact us if you find something is missing. By the way...we have told you many times to cease calling us by our title when it is just the two of us, friend. Please, call us Luna."
"Yes, Princ- I m-mean, Luna. Thank you," I reply, chuckling softly as I get to my feet and smile down at the moon princess, "If you ever need to relax, you can come by whenever you want."
Luna and I stare in silence at each other for a short number of seconds, a shit-eating grin growing on her muzzle as she lifts a hoof to her lips, cutting off my stuttered attempt at saving myself, "So straightforward, Renard. We did not know you felt that way about us."
"L-Luna, I didn't m-mean to imply-"
She silences me by pressing her hoof to my lips, her head leaning closer as those gorgeous blue eyes gaze into mine, my blush of embarrassment quickly becoming one of arousal instead, "Hush, dear Renard. You have made no insult to us. We will visit you soon, do not worry."
Quickly calming from her words, I glance to the side as her hoof falls from my face, rubbing the back of my head again with a hand, "Thank you, Luna. You're a good friend, and...y-yeah, I'll see you soon then."
Giggling cutely, Luna leans forwards and gives me a soft peck on the cheek, my eyes widening in surprise from the gesture of affection from her. I raise a hand and place my palm against my cheek, watching her slowly trot towards the door, her hips swaying more than usual and her tail flicking from side to side.
"Until then, Renard. The other rooms should be obvious as to their function, so no need for a more thorough tour," Luna states with an airy tone to her voice, my blush returning as I catch glimpses behind her tail, "Farewell, and sweet dreams."
Stunned into silence while my eyes are glued onto Luna's body, I gulp nervously and give a timid wave to her before she closes the door behind her with a soft click. I release the breath I was holding, panting softly before glancing away and blushing brighter, wondering why Luna would possibly kiss me.
"Does...s-she like me? Why would...? I need a drink."
The next day brings me back to the office, and the sign above the door that was somehow installed last night after I locked up for the night immediately draws my attention.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I mumble to myself, reading over the softly glowing words and noticing the silhouette of myself laying atop a black bed behind the text, "'The Shining Stallion?' You have got to be kidding me, Luna."
I sigh and rub the bridge of my nose with a pair of fingers, walking up the small stone steps and unlocking the door, a soft frown on my face as I do. The soft clattering of objects from the hallway makes me narrow my eyes in suspicion, closing the door behind me after I enter the building, "Hello? We're not open yet today! Who's there?"
A startled yelp reaches my ears, my suspicion growing until I spot a pegasus mare standing in the hallway through the open back door, a few cleaning supplies scattered at her hooves. She smiles as she sees me, and quickly tidies up the fallen bottles before trotting over towards me.
"Hello, sir! My name is Nimbus Blitz!" the white-coated mare declares as she snaps into a salute, her piercing blue eyes reminding me of a drill sergeant I met back home, though the friendly smile on her face dissuades the idea of any ill will, "As Princess Luna may have had the chance to explain, I will be your secretary here for the next six months, at least! That might be longer, depending on our circumstances."
"It's, uh...nice to meet you, Miss Blitz. Please, just call me Renard," I offer with a soft, sheepish smile, not sure how someone so serious can look so cute, her wavy grey mane bringing to mind a storm cloud, and her eyes reminding me somewhat of Luna's, "I didn't get too much of an explanation, but I know that we'll be co-workers, yes. How does all this work?"
"It's a good thing Princess Luna briefed me, then! To summarize, anyone who wants to hire us for your services will make an appointment with me, and I will notify you of your appointments for the day in the morning," Nimbus explains, dropping the salute and smiling wider, seeming like a cheerful pony overall, "I tidied and stocked the massage room, and the bar for the karaoke room upstairs is also stocked. You should be good for the next couple of weeks, but I can help you with any purchases of supplies and such!
"Princess Luna also gave us a stipend of ten thousand bits per month to spend on supplies for this. That may sound like a great deal of money, but each client will be spending at least two hundred bits per visit, minimum," she continues, my head nodding along in understanding, "Along with the snacks and drinks that we have, you can earn thousands per visit from the richer clients. It's all about what services the client wants, and how well you provide them. Clients can also give you a tip if they think you've earned it."
"So all I have to do is pamper and attend to any mare that makes an appointment? Wait...do I have to fuck everyone who wants me to?" I ask with a hint of nervousness, not sure if I can handle a dozen mares in a day, "Couldn't that get exhausting, fast? Not to mention how long each client would need for that..."
"Huh?" Nimbus questions with a cute tilt of her head, blinking in confusion before speaking again, "Renard, the standard sessions for that are only ten minutes long in the schedule. Stallions don't last longer than that, and we only book one session of that nature per day."
Eyes widening as I realize the implications of her words, I take a deep breath before replying, attempting to calm my excitement, "Are you...saying that stallions can only go for ten minutes before they're done?"
"No, sir. Those ten minutes are comprised of two separate five-minute sessions, with a half-hour for a break between them."
"Nimbus? Feel free to change each session to two hours, and keep the price the same for the amount of time," I say with a smile, visibly excited about the idea of doing so, despite Nimbus' dropped jaw, "If the mares making the appointments are going to be here for at least an hour, the sessions should be something a bit more special, right? We're more likely to have repeat customers if I can dedicate more time to the ones who pay for the extra services."
"B-but there's no way any stallion could ever last for two whole hours, sir! You'd need to go to the hospital!" Nimbus responds with genuine nervousness in her voice, stepping forward and pleadingly lifting a hoof, "Please, I don't want you to get hurt! Not to mention that the Princess would blame me! Oh gosh, I'd be thrown into the dungeons..."
"I'm not a stallion, am I?" I ask with a raised brow, smirking knowingly and resting my hands on my hips, lidding my eyes at her, "Humans are a bit different, Miss. Not to brag, but the average human can go for two hours. Some last less, but I am not one of those."
Nimbus' eyes widen, stepping back in surprise as her wings snap outwards, a soft blush adorning her cheeks, "What!? I-I...are y-you sure, Renard? That's quite a claim to make," she admits, her eyes glancing towards my crotch before darting away, "But I-I suppose we can give it a try, to see if you can make that work."
"Thank you, Nimbus. I'll probably end up starting tomorrow, right?" I inquire with a chuckle, internally pleased with her flustered response, "I can't have gotten any appointments yet, after all."
"Actually..."
"Wait, what?" I ask with a confused expression, looking down at Nimbus and heading towards the couch, "Okay, so how many are there?"
"...a lot, sir."
Author's Notes:
The introduction to this roller-coaster of a ride.
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