”I knew you'd come to understand, Anon.”
>You stand in the Nerd Princesses tree fort, among the empty crystal halls that have slowly become more furnished and less pointlessly barren since you arrived here.
>It's Lady sits before you, the book she was reading set aside, her smile wide and enthused, not showing a hint of sensuality despite the subject matter.
It figures, considering she tutored Applejack on what to say.
>Her smile doesn't even flinch at the accusation.
>”It was a fundamental disconnect in you understanding ponies, I've done everything I could to help.”
>Again, the subject matter makes you feel awkward, but she doesn't seem to be hiding any undertones.
And it still took months for her to convince you?
>”It was a rather large gap between human and pony society, and it's discussion for the most part occurred between two very stubborn people. It took a while, though I was more worried it might not happen at all.”
>It felt more like an eternity to you. You and Applejack had argued over how ponies viewed sex. And subsequently how humans viewed it. It was one of those discussions where both parties knew they were right, with lots of repeating and not even an inch of understanding on either side.
>You admired Applejack for that familiar stubbornness your friends back home had. In the end she won, and you've come to understand.
>It wasn't just a social construct that kept the concept of sex so hedonistically casual among ponies. It wasn't a preference or a fetish or an idea, but a biologically ingrained need.
>You’d no more find a mare who would happily remain with one partner any more than you could go back to earth and find a human girl who didn't think she needed to breathe.
>Which left you with a few courses of actions. You could go travel to Looney bins all over the land until you found a mare who rejected everything society and biology told her, if one who thought the same way you did even exist. Or you could remain celibate in Equestria.
>Or you could do as the Romans do. And fuck lots of mares, apparently.
You’re kind of surprised it happened yourself.
>”I thought you said you weren’t wholly against the idea.”
You weren't, your penis liked it fairly well.
“Surely you’ve come to accept the concept with more than just that.”
>You think for a second before answering.
Honestly, not really. Your base self loves the idea of having mare after mare after mare. But when you really think about it, at the end of the day you want someone who’s yours sleeping next to you in bed. Yours and yours alone.
>She doesn't look very happy about your answer.
You didn't accept the concept so much as come to terms with the fact you were stuck with it.
>Her frown deepens a little, empathy in her eyes. “I’m sorry this is happening to you, Anon.”
It’s alright. Overall it’s been an incredible experience, apart from this absurd disconnect. You must be lucky this is the only hitch. Hey, you might even come to appreciate the hedonistic pony lifestyle.
>”Maybe you will.”
You’re certain to like it in some way. And you were kind of hoping to ask her a favor about that.
>She perks up, clearly interested in more than one way, her eyes lighting up and her hips rolling a little bit.
Not like that. Well yes like that, but you had a different thing to ask first. She knew you, and you wanted her to watch over you as you tried out the pony’s lifestyle. You don’t think humans were really meant to act like this, and you wanted her to make sure you didn't enter any sort of downward spiral.
>”No problem Anon, me and the girls will surely keep close to you.”
>Theres her innuendos, her hips shifting again, her expression changing.
>”What was the other thing you wanted to ask me?”
It isn’t a question so much as an offer. Her and all the girls were your closest friends, and they’d all brought up the pony view on sex and talked it through with you at least once. They’d all offered to be the first to fuck you during that conversation. You weren’t sure if they were being polite or sincere, but if they really wanted to, now would be the time.
>”Really, they all offered too?”
You nod
>”Even Fluttershy?”
You nod again.
>”Surprisingly bold for her. If they offered Anon, I’m sure they meant it. You’re a good friend to all of us,” She eyes you up and down, “Quite handsome too.”
You thank her for the compliment, blushing against your will. Did she want to handle the get together?
>”Of course,” She says not missing a beat, a calendar floating over from somewhere behind you. “We were all going to get together this weekend, I’m sure they’d love for you to come along and uh…”
>She trails off, obviously unsure how comfortable you are with the phrasing.
“Fuck them senseless?” You suggest.
>The purple pony princess snorts out a laugh. “Yes, fuck them senseless. Might I suggest we go somewhere nice to eat while you do it, get you used to the publicity of the acts?”
The public part was the least of your concerns, having sex in public was a kink among humans, it wouldn’t bother you if everyone was used to it.
>At least you hoped so.
>”Ah, that's good then. I know the perfect place. Did you want that course on sexual etiquette?”
>She’d been offering that for a good long while.
No, you were just going to start fucking mares, and learn from there.

>You arrive at the restaurant in the nicest set of clothes you’ve bought from Rarity. Your body’s changed a bit while working at Sweet Apple Acres on and off, but it’s been small changes and the ensemble still fits you like a glove.
>The girls are all around you, and you still can’t shake the feeling how weird it is you’re here to eat a nice dinner with them while fucking as many of them as you can. You didn't mention it to Twilight, but you aren’t sure about six times in a few hours. You’ve abused your dick plenty, but that would be a record.
>The restaurant isn’t fancy so much as well put together. Tables ready to support variously sized parties sit amongst the open air, vaguely square room. Every table supported seats, beds, or banks lined with lovely red cushions. Vines and small shelves of plants grew from the stone walls that had been doctored to look like natural rock walls, and a few small streams of water poured down into modest pools here and there.
>It was a good atmosphere, but the first thing you notice is why every table is so unobstructed from the other. Evidenced by one pair of ponies writhing against one another next to their half eaten meals, and another group of ponies who had yet to be served, a group of five shamelessly rubbing, sucking, and fucking in what was nearly a mob of fur.
>Twilight was talking to the waiter by the front door, so instead you leaned towards Rarity.
A place for a dinner, a good time, and a show while you finish that dinner?
>The white mare smiles, “They’re a big hit in Canterlot, though this is the only one in Ponyville.”
You thought every place to eat dinner was like that in Equestria.
>”In a way, but they encourage it. They put aphrodisiacs and enchantments in the food, incense in the air. Even subtle magic suggestions in the scenery.”
>You stare at one of the tiny streams of water eroding a rock face. You don’t feel anything.
>”It’s all done in spades darling, no one thing is going to make a difference,” Rarity supplies, obviously understanding your intention.
It sounds a little fake, but if Princess Moneybux is paying you’ll eat and fuck her anywhere, boner inducing water fixtures or not.
>Rarity covers her smile with a hoof and a few other mares chuckle while Twilight turns to glare at you with a single eye with equal parts annoyance and feminine intensity. You swallow and your pants start to shrink. She didn’t like the nickname.
>You all follow the waiter to your table, and thank god it’s in a corner. You didn’t think you’d mind the free show you’d be giving everyone, but you’re still happy you can take the corner and not have half the joint stare at your jiggling ass as you fuck six separate town celebrities.
>You briefly stand at the table, the bank of cushions surrounding it, and the small bed it grows into at one end. Shit like this was very close to the ground given the four legged nature of ponies, and it was a constant struggle to even eat comfortably, let alone plow six mares.
>Most of the fancy red cushions are segmented to be removable, and you ask for some spare ones along with your drink order. You don’t know if you were supposed to order something fancy for the occasion, but You’d probably die if you didn't get a soda. 
>The fizzy drinks seemed to make up half your diet. You couldn’t stand much pony food, but most places had honest to god potato fries, some fruits and vegetables. Fish had to be ordered special delivery from gryphon shops in the cities though.
>Your drinks and a decent amount of the cushions come along commendably fast, and soon you’re relaxing on the bed in a faux armchair of extra support, sipping on sasparilla.
>You reassemble your menu and give it to Twilight whose sitting to your right.
You'll take the vegetable burrito and a side of fries when they come. Speaking of cuming, who was going to help you with that problem first?
>”Applejack,” they all say at once, save for the orange mare herself, who quietly shifts in her seat.
You look at Twilight questioningly.
“She was the one who worked the hardest to convince you to try this. Me and Rainbow worked the second hardest and will flip a coin for second and third. Pinkie’s fourth, followed by Rarity and Fluttershy.”
So whoever annoyed you the most about this gets to go first.
“Correct.”
And the ponies you liked the most because they didn't jump down your throat go dead last.
>You said it in jest, but it wasn’t entirely wrong. Fluttershy and Rarity were good friends for being understanding and moving past that fact. Hurtful as the statement was, everyone knew one of the big reasons you argued so long with Applejack.
>Applejack blushes, “Ah wanted to see how Sweet Apple Acre’s hardest worker treated a mare. If they all saw what Ah did, they’dve done the same thing”
>And why she argued right back at you.
>”Yeah yeah,” Rainbow Dash cuts in, “We’ve all heard the stories, just get in there and find out already.”
>Applejack’s blush is replaced with a smile, and she stands to move towards you.
>”What do you want to eat?” Twilight asks, the apple pony’s menu joining yours next to her.
>”Ah’ll have what he’s having.”
>”Haha, really Applejack what do you want?”
>She glances at the mare as she approaches you, “Ah was too worked up to order, just get me that.”
Too worked up to order?
>She ignores your taunt, and asks, “Are we getting started while you’ve got all that clothing on?”
>You look down at yourself and wonder what the point of dressing fancy was if you were just going to take it all off, but she had a point.
>You don’t want to break up the action, so you stand and start at buttons and zippers. Both shirts fall away, then your shoes, your pants, and your underwear with absolutely zero pageantry.
>You sit back in your makeshift chair, your back against the cushion where the bed meets the wall. You try to pull off the confident posture of a prince waiting for a concubine to sit in his lap, pretending to ignore the fact every pony in the building was trying to get an eyeful of your half mast cock. Even one of the mares getting railed.
>Anon jr. twitches at the attention, the building gets warmer despite the fact you took off your clothes, and your breath comes harder.
Applejack.
>She starts out of her stare, the only one to do so. She smiles sheepishly, and walks onto the bed. You reach out to grab her flanks, but before she closes she leans her head down, shamelessly nuzzles the underside of your dick and inhales deeply.
>”You showered,” She says with a frown.
People tended to do that before having sex.
>”Bah,” She says, “Ah’d rather have ya sweaty after a day of hard work, when your scents strong enough to drop a filly into her first heat. Ah’ll just have to get you worked up.”
>Your hands slide around her neck and onto her back as she closes, and you guide her to sit on your lap. Her warm marehood settles down on your pelvis next to your hardening cock, her thigh rubbing against it.
>If that wasn’t enough her left hoof falls immediately to your member, rubbing it.
>”You get to feel me,” She explains, a wink of her sex and a subsequent roll of her hips pressing her clit and even more of her marehood into your lap, a warm wetness spreading from the soft sensations.
Fair enough.
>You say, bringing her mouth to yours. This is the first time you’ve ever kissed a pony, or a pony you, and neither you nor Applejack lets that get in the way. 
>Your lips meet in a firm, passionate kiss that breaks again and again, only sighs of appreciation leaking out between each rejoining. Your heads turn, breaths washing over the meeting as Applejack rubs at you and your free hand falls to grope her apple covered flank.
>And all the while her marehood pulses against you in rhythmic winks, urged on by every kiss and caress 
>You groan as you break apart, Applejack’s hoof grinding harder against you in protest of the separation, involuntarily making your thrust your hips up into her and causing her to moan in kind.
>Her green eyes stare into yours, smouldering with a lust that your own gaze shares.
>Your hands dig at her flanks, lifting her while she lets out a little grunt of anticipation. You guide her over you, and set her back down so her pulsing marehood traps your now rock hard member against your stomach.
>You lean towards a orange furred ear and whisper in a soft, taunting voice.
She thought it was going to go in, didn’t she.
>Her sex winks against you, but her eyes only narrow, an expression that lends her a predatory hunger, and she leans in to kiss you hard.
>The kiss mashes your lips together in a constant joining, your member involuntarily throbbing and not so involuntarily twitching under Applejack’s winking marehood.
>She wraps her forehooves around your neck and draws herself into you, moaning into you as both your hands grope and knead her cutie marks.
>You pull her down against you and thrust your hips up, her wetness spreading over more of your underside, the motion causing her to lean head back and half moan half call out your name.
>She leans in again, her forehead almost touching yours before she whispers, “Please, put it in.”
Not yet
>You answer in a soft voice, her eyes finding yours with a quiet intensity despite it. She grinds against you in simple defiance, her soft marehood caressing your length perfectly.
>You groan in pleasure, your left hand going to her back and drawing her chest closer to yours while your right moves to the front edge of her flanks.
>With your mouth next to her ear, you quietly ask her a question.
How does it feel to be the only mare to have gone this far with a human?
>She shudders and rubs against you again. “Good,” She doesn’t quite whisper, while your thumb rubs in circles in the fur above her sex.
She could be the only mare to ever fuck one, to ever marry one.
>You move your thumb down and rub firmly against her clit, which immediately pulses out and shakes along with her whole body.
Breed with one.
>You add with a hiss while she throws her head back and moans with pure abandon, your bodies too close for her to shift a hoof to stop you and she knows it, pulling you closer with the hooves draped around your neck in pure desperation against the pleasure.
>Her moan lowers to a somewhat more quiet unintelligible mumble, your thumb still rubbing circles against her clit. Her whole body convulses and her fleshy nub pulses out again, inadvertently dumping even more pleasure on the mare.
>”Ahhhhh!” She literally cries out in a lovely, unsteady voice, cursing or praising your name.
>Finally you stop torturing the mare with pleasure, and move the hand on her flank to her stomach to play in her soft fur.
>She leans back but leaves her hooves around your neck, still in your mercy if you were to apply pressure again. She looks into your eyes, a great many things there, and you get the feeling she’d probably call you something nasty if her marehood wasn't squashed against your manhood right now.
>She kisses you softly again while you idly rub your hand closer to her button several times, her body jerking in anticipation at your teasing.
>The meeting breaks and her muzzle movers closer to one of your ears.
>”We could do all of those things even if we did it the pony way.”
You want her to be yours.
>Her muzzle brushes against your cheek in a kiss, “I’ll think about doing it your way, on one condition.”
What?
>”You think about doing it mine,” She says, immediately pressing her lips against yours again.
>You enjoy it, and when she retreats you open your mouth and lie to her.
You would.
>You had thought about her way plenty of times. You knew your stance on that.
>Looking past Applejack for the first time, you find the girls staring at the two of you, along with two waitresses and every patron not preoccupied. You can’t help but notice not one of the five has both hooves showing.
>You ask Twilight to make a bed for Applejack on the table, not stopping your caressing hands. The spare cushions float away, and you turn your attention back to the farmer mare, lowering your voice back to a whisper.
You tell her to let her hair down.
>Her hooves leave your neck and you hold her up while her lithe body twists, showing off perfect curves backed by just the right amount of muscle. She catches her braid, and draws both hooves through it.
>Her beautiful blonde mane cascades to frame her face, and you can’t help but move a hand to run through it. The exploring hand stops on the back of her head amongst the silken mane, and you draw her into a kiss, trying to ignore how your heart literally burns for this mare.
>You break apart and ask her.
What about the hat?
>She takes it off, turns it around, and plops it on your head. One of the mares behind her gasps.
>Which is understandable, after all the list of ponies who had worn Applejack’s hat was one name long. Just her. And now you.
>”That’s a good look on yah,” The mare says.
Did she want you to keep it on?
>”Please,” She says as you drag the two of you towards the table, pick her up, and lay her down on the makeshift bed.
>The things just below your dick height, evidenced as it barely springs free of being sandwiched against the mare for so long.
>Applejack eyes your exposed member, along with the girls, and you stare down at her marehood between her spread legs. It winks while she stares, and your dick involuntarily twitches, bouncing when it does so.
>”Nice,” Rainbow Dash simply says, as you again note hooves are hidden and mares are shaking and twitching. Including some several tables over.
>Unable to help yourself you kneel down, spread Applejack with two thumbs then lean in close and breathe deep.
>You had smelled aroused mares before, but only from far away, and even then it had certainly had an effect on you. Applejack’s scent nearly burned your nose it affected you so strongly, lust and pleasure overflowing as you groaned in sheer appreciation.
>”He really likes mares,” Pinkie pie says.
>Again compelled by lust your tongue lolls out and digs deep into Applejack’s sex in a long upward lick that ends as you take her clit into your mouth and begin to suck with every bit of need and insane desire her scent fills you with.
>The strong headed farm mare screams your name. Literally screams. It drowns out every other noise and all the marejuice on your tongue and in your throat makes your head swim even more, your lips not leaving her clit.
>She presses harder into you in reflex before giving into a series of shudders that made her cries modulate. You break the suction to spread her with your thumbs again and lick deep, tasting even more of her juices that come forth with every involuntary wink.
>Her orgasm dies down, and you pull away and stand up, your head and your dick buzzing with lust.
>”Warn a mare before you do that,” She chides, her heart clearly not in it.
>You push your hips forward and your cock goes on display again.
Lick it.
>”Yes please,” Rainbow Dash mutters loud enough to be heard.
>Applejack gives her a unhappy look while shifting herself to envelop your member in a single movement of her muzzle.
>It’s her form of revenge, and you let out a moan at the unexpected drop of pleasure, her head bobbing busily up and down you length. You enjoy it for awhile, and pull back without warning, a lewd popping noise filling the air.
Was she ready?
>”Oh Celestia, yes,” she answers, leaning back and spreading her legs wide, her marehood winking as it’s put on extreme display for you.
>You spread your legs, hook your hands around her flanks and draw her back across the table so her ass sticks over it slightly. She shivers as you drag her, expecting to be impaled.
>You line yourself up with your left hand, feeling the pliable moist folds of her entrance against your tip as you lean down on your right, kiss her, and slowly enter her.
>Her lips quiver as she’s penetrated, her forehooves wrapping around you and twitching along with her hind hooves all the while. Her spine arches and she moans, squeezing you tight every way she can, her marehood winking against you non stop.
>You hilt against her and pull away from the kiss, her name leaving yours several times in a low breath.
>You push harder against her, mashing your parts together with even more intensity, and one of  her cries of your name gains pitch and volume as she winks around the base of your cock and against your crotch.
>You try to savor the feeling of her wrapped around you so tight, so completely. Driving in and out slowly, focusing on her inner contours and convulsions against your impossible hardness that simply demanded more.
>She moans your name and shifts against your pace, her pleasure riding high. The sight and feeling drive you onward at once, your slow pace doubling from ponderous to needy in the span of a single hard thrust.
>It’s a hard pace to keep while staying so close to her, but you manage. It’s enjoyable to feel her breath as it comes faster, to hear all the tiny noises you’d otherwise miss as you do your best to breed this mare.
>And it lets you whisper soft sweet words to the pony, using her two letter nickname you reserved for special, meaningful occasions.
You call her by the shorter nickname, teasing her about how good she feels around you.
>You balance on one forearm and an elbow, using the short motions of the free hand to caress at her mane and muzzle.
>Green eyes meet yours, and you stare into them as you feel that burning sensation in your soul for this beautiful mare. The caressing hand stops on her cheek and you lean closer.
>Lips meet on your thrust into her, and you hold yourself deeper against her each time.
>It starts as one of those quiet noises you wouldn’t hear if you weren’t so close, muffled by your kiss. 
>Her cry pitches beautifully as she’s unable to stop it while she breathes, an airy feminine noise of pure pleasure that rises into a series of truly blissful moans and gasps that would put world class pornstars to shame.
>It almost sounds fake with how much she’s enjoying it, but her body can’t lie.
>She winks constantly as she cums, the perfect fit of her marehood rippling around you, pressing her tighter against you in waves.
>You continue to slam yourself into her, every hard thrust that pushes her body and leaves nothing between the two of you followed by a slight pause as you drink the pleasure she’s giving you.
>After three nice hard thrusts through her orgasm you quickly arrive at the edge thanks to her body’s efforts to milk you, and as you withdrawl you begin to twitch with excitement, barely managing to press yourself back into her before losing control.
>You can’t help but groan her name as you press every inch of yourself against her, your entire lower bodies seeming to fit together perfectly in a meeting of skin and soft fur.
>You hug her tight and begin to unload into the mare’s depths even as they convulse in pleasure, your member pulsing again and again.
>It’s hard to tell just how much you’re giving this mare, but Applejack’s cries that were once dying down begin with new fervor, her rich voice sounding impossibly fulfilled with every feminine moan and gasp.
>Your own orgasm is just as drawn out, the mind blowing sensation slow to leave you as keep pulsing inside the mare. It’s definitely a big load.
>It does eventually die down, and you lift your head to look at Applejack, though you can’t bring yourself to release your grip on her.
>Her eyes are still closed and you admire just how beautiful the mare is as she huffs out warm breaths, her body heaving and twitching, especially around your slowly softening hardness.
>Eventually her green eyes peek up at you, and you can’t remember when Applejack looked so happy. The sight of her brings a smile to your face.
>”Anon,” She sighs, reaching up both forehooves for you.
>You lean down with a whisper of her name, and she kisses you again. It’s slow, intimate, and the perfect.
>It feels like you could do this forever, but eventually your lips start to tingle and the hot breath you’ve been sharing for a seeming eternity grows stale.
>She grabs your right hand in between her hooves as you pull away, and your left caresses her hair, ears and fur.
>It feels like she’s staring into your soul, and you into hers. She pulls your hand down onto her chest, and you can feel her pounding heart.
>”You belong in my life, Anon,” She says in a soft voice, still taxed with your lovemaking.
>Again your heart aches for her, knowing that she’ll never be yours completely.
>You look down at the mare who’s opening her heart up to you as much as she ever could, and can’t help but think to yourself one thing.
>God damn it.
>You don’t dare speak in fear of showing the pain and content yourself in playing in the softness of her beauty, warming yourself with the memory of what you’ve just done together.
>It’s comfort is lessened significantly when you catch Rainbow Dash staring at the two of you like you were a TV while she sucks down her own soda.
>You hate this. You hate this so fucking much you can’t believe it.
>Your anger flares as you remember what you’ve just done was a public showing, and as it’s heat dies down you don’t feel quite as heartbroken anymore.
>Lifting Applejack from the table you take her onto your lap, so she’s facing the table and leaning her head into your neck while a hoof rubs at your chest.
>You reach for your soda and offer her a drink before taking one yourself.
>It’s quiet at the table and you feel something warm and wet ooze onto your leg. You look down, and the rest of the girls follow your gaze to where your seed is practically seeping from Applejack.
>”Twilight,” The farm pony says, “I don’t want to make a mess.”
>There’s a brief impression of fleeting purple light, and the flow of love juices ends. Applejack makes a pleased sigh and gives thanks.
>You stroke the Apple Mare’s hair and kiss her forehead, offering her another drink.
>”How long do you need to recover?” Twilight asks as you finish a sip of your own.