>At first, you thought you were more shy than the others. You had your library to look after, your studies to attend to, and a slowly growing dragon boy who you were determined to raise right. Even in Canterlot you’d been like this, staying in on nights and weekends when everyone you knew would be getting their game on.
>But ever since getting your God-forsaken wings and uncomfortable crown, you’d begun to realize that the problem didn’t lie in your circle.
>It was with them.
>Of course you satisfied your needs. It was only healthy. But as time went on and you grew ever more social, you realized more and more how different you were from the others. They were ravenously going at each other with reckless abandon without any care for decency or practicality. And when you refused their advances, they took it as some form of personal attack. Why couldn’t they get it through their thick skulls that you went to the farmers’ market to buy groceries, not get rammed in three holes at once?
>And now, with more responsibility than ever, you felt even less comfortable with sex. You’d go three, four, sometimes up to ten days without doing anything with anyone. Your focus was up, but it had started to strain even your closest friendships. But honestly, what kind of friends stopped wanting to hang out just because you wouldn’t go down on them every hour or two? One would think Cadence to be better suited to the role of Princess of Friendship.
>Maybe you’re just too pent-up right now, you think to yourself. It has to have been at least a week since you’ve had any release. Maybe you’ll go out later and find someone with a nice, thick cock to solve your problems. But at the same time… that’s just not appealing any more. Maybe you’ll invite a friend over. Maybe it’ll just be you and Righty again.
>You finish up the last of your paperwork and lean back in your seat. All you have left for today is an immigration request. The human (you forget his name) had shown up a year or so back, but after you’d finished doing some basic studies to figure out exactly what he was, he’d sorta fucked off into the woods and become a hermit. Sometimes you think about him, and imagine he has the good life, away from a town where leaving a window open meant being constantly subjected to the sounds and smells of random fucking. But now, for some reason, he’d applied to become a proper citizen of Equestria and live a civilized life. Poor guy.
>You glance over at the wall clock. Quarter to five. He’ll be here soon. You neatly package all of your paperwork up and, with a touch of magic, clean up and ready your office for a visitor. You tell Spike to let him in and direct him to you whenever he comes, open up a book, and idle the minutes away.
>Ten minutes later, you hear three loud and slow knocks on your crystal door. You put down your book and walk over to the door, not wanting to be rude and open it from afar. You slowly pull it inwards to reveal the first and only human in Equestria. He looked very different from when you’d found him. His clean-shaven face had grown a scraggly brown beard, and the glasses that once hid his shining emerald eyes had been done away with. He wore the same clothes he’d arrived in, but now, they struggled to cover him, with newly-forged muscles stretching them taught in some places. Whatever he’d been up to, it looked to have involved much hard work. Instead of the scrawny tree you’d encountered a year ago, what greeted you today was more akin to a well-built minotaur.
“Good afternoon,” you begin, smiling and slightly bowing your head. “My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle, but please, call me Twilight.” You look up to him, not wanting to ask for the name you’d forgotten.
>“Hello, Princess,” he responded, taking a knee. “I’m Anon. It’s been a long time.”
“It has indeed, Anon. Please, take a seat,” you offer, motioning to the plush chair positioned opposite your own at the desk. “We do have some paperwork to do, but it shouldn’t take more than an hour, at most.”
>”Perfect. I do have some questions about the whole process, though.”
“And I can answer them. But first, would you mind answering a few questions about yourself?”
>”I suppose not.”
“Perfect,” you say, pulling out a notepad and pen from your drawer. “To start, I wanted to ask why you left for the woods after I finished my work with you, and more importantly, why you’ve decided to come back.”
>”Simple, really. It was too much of a culture shock. I went from my past life, with many friends and ambitions, to a world where instantly none of those applied and where many aspects of the culture just seemed strange to me. Not to mention the species difference, of course. And now, well, I think I’ve gotten over it and want to try integrating.”
“Interesting,” you reply idly, writing down his response word-for-word. “What about the culture was so shocking to you? From what I gathered before, your world seemed to be very similar to this one.”
>”Well, the lack of technology was one thing. You guys are like a hundred years behind. But more importantly, I think it’s how you guys view relationships.”
“How so? Don’t humans also date, marry, and grow old with each other?”
>”Well yeah but…” the human trailed off, scratching his neck. He shifted slightly in his chair and let out a quiet sigh before continuing, “the big thing is the sex, I guess.”
“The sex?”
>”See, when we first talked about our cultures, I didn’t realize there was a difference either so told you they were pretty similar. But that was the first day, and I didn’t realize until a couple days later how different everything is. Like, you have people boning each other in the streets! Singles, couples, husbands, wives, moms, dads, even their goddamn children fucking like it’s going out of style. It’s…” he trailed off again, stopping himself and taking a deep breath before continuing in a calmer tone, “Humans treat sex much different. Most people have it only once a day at most, often much less, and only with one person. Some cultures and people only have one partner, their husband or wife, for their entire life. Any more and you can be shamed and ostracized. And even the most shameless don’t behave like everyone here.”
>You’d stopped copying down his words. You were just blankly staring at him now and, after a few moments, self-consciously dropped your head and scribbled down the gist of what he’d said. You knew literally zero other ponies who wouldn’t turn around and raise their rear without a moment of hesitation. Not even the most conservative, isolated small communities on the edges of civilization kept to one mate at a time. If he’d come from a place like that… then he must have experienced the same Hell you are now, but a thousand times worse.
>”I’m sorry if I offended you, Princess,” he said, breaking you free of your thoughts.  “Please don’t deny me. I’m sure I can fit in. I just can’t live in those fucking woods any more.”
“Anon, Anon, relax,” you reassure him, setting the notepad down. “You just surprised me and, to tell the truth, it’s a topic I’ve been thinking a lot about lately, how quick we are to have sex.” He just sat there, looking at you, so you continued, “It’s fascinating to me. I’ve gotten a nasty reputation in recent months just for refusing to put out, and that seems extreme even to me. Did you have a partner before you came here?”
>”Thankfully, no. I’ve never been too attached to anyone in a romantic sense, but even to me, someone who was relatively loose, sexually, in a past life, the norms here are very strange.”
>This fascinates you to no end. No other cultures you know of are like this. It is a truly alien concept. God, you kind of want to suck his dick right now. But he probably wouldn’t even accept if you offered! For some reason, the thought of this makes you feel very happy.
“I… wow. Anon?”
>”Yes?”
“We should probably get the paperwork done now so it can be processed by tomorrow, but after that, would you care to talk more about this with me? Over some drinks, perhaps?”
>”God, it’s been so long since I’ve had any liquor in me. Sure.”
>…

>Thankfully, the bar wasn’t too crowded on a Tuesday night. In fact, there was only one other couple in the place, far away in a corner booth. This was the only true bar in Ponyville: the rest were tavern-like affairs that got far too rowdy for your tastes, even on a weekday. You tried to ignore the soft moans coming from the other table. At least they seemed to be keeping it down.
>”Are they… just doing it over there, in the booth?” Anon asks as the two of your pick a set of stools as far away from them as possible.
“Some ponies don’t like to wait for their food,” you sigh, waving over the bartender.
>”Princess Twilight,” he says with a smile, “Can I get you anything tonight?”
“Anything Anon wants, and a mug of the hardest cider you have in stock for me.  Anon,” you say, looking up to him, “drinks are on me. Price is not an object. Go wild.”
>”I don’t even know what’s good. Any wine recommendations?”
>”We’ve just received a fresh shipment from one of the finest wineries in the shadow of Canterlot.”
>”That sounds good. Bring us a whole bottle.” The bartender arches his eyebrows in surprise, but wordlessly nods and goes to secure your drinks.
“Can humans really drink that much alcohol?” you ask, somewhat awed by the order.
>”Maybe some can, but not me. I figured we could split it if we don’t want to take the bottle home.” You gulped. That was a lot of alcohol for a pony your size.
“Alright, I think I can handle it. Maybe I should nix that cider, though…”
>…

>At first your conversation was productive, and you learned a lot about how different human relationships are from anything you’ve ever heard of. On the surface, the archetypes are the same, but beyond the most basic level (and sometimes even at that level) things take a dramatic turn away from everything you know.
>But as the wine bottle slowly drained down, the two of you simultaneously failed to keep things professional. Your careful inquiries quickly turned into drunken rambling against the stupidity of those around you. Anon’s insightful answers devolved into alcohol-fueled rants about the hardships he’d faced in the wild, and the life he left behind over a year ago.
>By halfway through the bottle, you realized you wanted to bone him, alien or not. By the time it was empty, you were committed to the cause.
“An-Anon,” you say, leaning onto him for support. “We should gobacktomyplace.”
>”What?” he responded, peeling one of your hooves off his shoulder but not bothering to move it after it fell back onto the same spot.
“We should… we should head back to the castle. An’ crash.”
>”Okay. I ain’t gonna fuckin’ make it though. You’ll -hic- have to drag me halfway there.”
“Nah, I got it,” you say, instinctively firing up the same teleportation spell you’d used dozens of times before to get back home from this very bar.
>But for some reason, it doesn’t work this time. Anon offers an explanation, “Magic don’t -hic- work on me, remember?” Oh yeah. Fuck. You have to walk in this state.
“Well. Guess we- guess we gotta walk,” you groan, sliding off of him and almost tumbling to the ground. “It’s only, like, two blocks away.”
>”’Kay,” he responds, putting a hand on your head to support himself as he steps down from the stool.
>You make it about a thousand feet from the bar before anon collapses on the side of the road. You took the opportunity to collapse alongside him, barely able to stand up yourself. “Fuck,” he moans, trying and failing to push himself up.
“Anon,” you mumble, rolling over and flopping down beside him.
>”Yeah?”
“I know we just talked about this, but… can I suck your dick?”
>”Here? On the side of the road?”
“Nobody gonnacare,” you groan, slurring the last few words.
>He’s quiet for a few moments, but before you can check if he’s passed out, he simply responds, “Okay.”
>You’re not used to having to get clothes off. Stallions don’t usually wear clothes. After all, it would get in their way too often. Still, even in your drunken state, you manage to unbuckle and pull down his pants, exposing his member for the world to see. It isn’t too different from a stallion’s, you guess, and what differences there are aren’t about to stop you. Even with how “uptight” you are, you’re no stranger to this and immediately get to work suckling on his soft manhood.
>Quickly, although not quite as quick as a stallion would, his soft member hardens into something more workable. He moans softly as you run your tongue up, down, and around, being sure to stimulate as much of his cock as possible at one time. You’re at about a ninety degree angle to him, and when he sees your hoof reach down to appease your own aching marehood, Anon grunts out a quiet “Uh-uh.” He grabs one of your hind legs and swings your body onto his, putting you into a 69 position. You barely notice the movement until he starts poking and prodding with his fingers.
>”I guess even you fuck on the first date, huh?” Anon asks idly as he continues playing with your pussy. You try to respond, but with his cock in you mouth, it only comes out as a series of mumbles. “It’s fine, Twilight. It’s just how things are here.”
You pull your head up, away from his junk. “We can stop if you don’t want it…”
>”It’s been over a year, Twilight,” he responds with a chuckle, grabbing a handful of ass. “I probably needed this anyway.”
>Over a year in the woods with no sex at all. Not a pony you know could do that without going insane. You go back to working on his cock, now focusing on working his delicate tip with your tongue while gently massaging and fondling his balls with your forehooves. Meanwhile, he escalates from fingers to tongue and proves that even being as unpracticed as he is, he can still hit all the right places on your backside. Soon enough, you can’t take it any more.
“Anon,” you say, raising your head and turning to him with a drunken, lustful gaze. “I need more.”
>Without giving him a chance to respond, you lift your backside from his face and turn around, sitting your fat plot back down, this time pressing his erection between his stomach and your hot, quivering marehood. “Go for it,” he prompts, resting his hands on your buttcheeks. You lift yourself up slightly, maneuver his rock-hard member into place, and slowly slide down. It feels slightly different from a stallion inside you, but not in a bad way. To your delight, Anon is a perfect fit, bottoming out just as the tip pokes into your G-spot. With that thought, you can’t control yourself any more. You spread your wings out to go fast, quickly flapping them and rapidly bouncing up and down as his wonderful cock hits just the right spot every time. He throws his head back and lets out a moan, and with that, you can tell that he won’t last long at this rate.
>But you don’t care. Your body tenses up for a moment, and you feel an orgasm of your own rush through you. Over a week of pent-up energy gets let out in a moment, but unlike with most partners, you find yourself wanting to keep going. You want his seed to splash your insides and coat your womb. You want this giant, hulking, muscular man to pump his cum into you enough to still leave you dripping into the next morning. You want some passerby to notice you going at it, take a picture, and plaster your photo over the next edition of Ponyville in Public, hopefully with your face contorted in just the right way to let everyone know how much their Princess needs a good dicking, and how badly everyone has failed her until now.
>The sounds of ball-slapping sex fill the street, but at this time of night, you’re the only couple around. One would think a whole orgy were taking place somewhere, but they might be surprised to find all of the slaps, moans, and pleasured screams coming from the two of you as you slammed yourself up and down on Anon’s cock. His hands grabbed tight around your ass and pulled you down even harder, ramming his length as far into it as you could go. If you could think clearly, you would have been amazed at how long the man had been able to last going at this rate, but you can’t. Instead, your mind fades to mush as your body readies itself for another orgasm.
>Right before you’re about to burst, Anon finally climaxes, grabbing tight around your thighs and pushing his cock deep inside you as he lets a full year of saved seed flow into you. The feeling of warm, gooey cum coating your insides is too much, and you fall down atop him and hug him tight as your body convulses in another orgasm, this one even stronger than the last. You can feel spurt after spurt pumping into you, and can feel it flowing out from the sides of your pussy, streaming down onto his legs and junk.
>After a minute to cool down, Anon slides his cock out of you and allows his arms to fall to his sides. “How the fuck are gonna make it to the castle? We can’t just crash on the side of the road.” he groans tiredly.
>But you don’t hear him. You’re already fast asleep atop him, cum coating your backside for the world to see.
>…

“Sorry again for last night. I hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us.”
>”It’s fine, Twilight. I had fun. You were more reserved than anyone else would have been, too.”
“I know, it’s just… after all you told me about your culture, I feel like I took advantage of you.”
>It’s almost noon. You’d first woken up when Anon shoved you off of him, struggling to get his clothes back on. Of course, to the ponies on the now-busy town street, this was a far more unusual sight than if he’d simply walked off nude. The attention didn’t bother you, though. Maybe the people would start to see you as normal again.
>With Anon begging to be out of the public eye, the two of you hurried back to your castle and spent the next hour cleaning yourselves up and trying to shoo away your hangovers. Now you sit together at a table enjoying the pastries Spike had been so kind to prepare and leave out for you.
>”Whatever,” Anon sighed. “I have to get used to it anyway. If that’s how things are around here, I can’t expect the world to change for me. I’ll get used to it with time.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” you muse. “If your people could make it work, surely us ponies can, too.”
>”Twilight, it’s culture. Can’t change that.”
“Well, why not? I am a princess, aren’t I?”
>”Are you the -only- princess?”
“I…” you trailed off. He’s right. Your influence pales in comparison to the others. “I am not.”
>”Why would you want to change people?” he asks, furrowing his brow. “Unless STDs are rampant and fatherless children are huge problems, which they don’t seem to be, there’s nothing inherently wrong with the way things are here. It’s just different.”
“Well, no, but… it’s just GROSS sometimes. And inconvenient. Like you’re having a conversation with someone, and someone just walks up and they start to fuck. Doesn’t that seem wrong to you?”
>”Yeah, but I grew up in a world where something like that would be appalling. It’s different here.”
“Fuck,” you say, dropping your head to your forehooves. “I thought I’d finally found someone who could listen to me and understand what I’m saying. Someone who could, I don’t know, help me tell people they’re wrong.”
>”Maybe there’s nothing wrong with them,” he says, patting your back. “Maybe it’s us who need to change.”
“How the hell am I supposed to do that? I’ve always been this way,” you say with a sniffle.
>”Well, we could do it together,” Anon answers, smiling. “Self-improvement always goes easier with a partner.”
“Yeah, but,” you say, pausing to sniffle again. “I don’t even know what I could do to change myself.”
>”Well,” Anon says, patting you again, this time on the head. “I knew I’d probably have to change, too, if I truly wanted to come back to civilization. I figured I’d just go through the motions until it felt natural. You know, just don’t say no to anyone, like everyone else would.”
“You came here expecting that?”
>”Yeah, pretty much.”
“I don’t think I can bring myself to just go out on the town and fuck random strangers,” you say, not keen on Anon’s plan. “I’ve done that before but now it’s just… no.”
>”Well it doesn’t have to be strangers,” Anon says with a laugh. “I assume the ‘Princess of Friendship’ has friends.”
“Well, yes.”
>”And I’m sure it wouldn’t be your first time with any of them.”
“I suppose not.”
>”Well, I don’t know if you have anything else to do today, but I think inviting one or two of them over could be a good place to start.”
“Maybe…” you say, still not really wanting to commit to the plan.
>Anon sighs and drops his hand on the table, causing you to look up. “Look, do you want to feel normal again, or what?”
“God, yes.”
>”Well so do I. So, let’s get the ball rolling.”
“Damn it…”
>”How about this: either you call in some friends you’d feel more comfortable with, or I’ll go out and find someone for you.”
“No,” you say just a little too loud, thinking of the many less-than-adequate ponies he could choose. “I’ll… I’ll get someone. For both of us.”
>”Alright,” he shrugs. “Just make sure one’s female. I’m not gay.”
>…

>Not fifteen minutes later, you were back in the castle, now with Rainbow Dash and Rarity in tow. You knew Rarity had a vested interest in exotic partners, and on the way back, Rainbow had swooped in out of nowhere and asked if either of you wanted to bone. A few moments explaining where you were going was enough to bring her on board.
“Anon?” you call out as you enter the foyer. “Where are you?”
>”Still in your office,” he calls out from down the hall. “I’m coming.”
>”Oh my,” Rarity giggles, “What a strong and powerful voice he has!”
>A moment later, Anon steps out before you. Now that he’s clean and trimmed, you notice even more how appealing his features are, and how commanding his aura is. Perhaps you’ve just been a xenophile all this time? You glance to your left to gauge your friends’ reactions. Rarity has maintained her composure, with the exception of a small smile curling at the tip of her lip, but Rainbow Dash has no such subtlety and instead sports a toothy grin.
>”Hey Twilight,” Rainbow asks, “are all aliens this hot?” Anon blushes slightly and responds with a smile of his own.
>”I saw myself in a mirror for the first time in a year earlier,” he laughed. “I’d say I look pretty good by human standards, at least.”
>”And by mine,” Rarity says, fluttering her eyelashes. She walks up to Anon and places a hoof on his abdomen. “Rock solid. Much like a minotaur, but without the ugly face. Yours is much more pleasing, darling.” She looks back to you and Rainbow Dash, “I want him first.”
>”Aww,” Rainbow says, disappointed but unwilling to challenge her. “You’re not gonna wuss out again, are you Twilight?”
“No, we’re umm… both trying to be less reserved. Sexually.”
>”Finally. Huh, so this guy can convince you in one day what we’ve been saying for years? Is he really that good of a fuck?”
You laugh, “Yes, actually, he is. Where do you girls think we should go? My bedroom’s open.”
>”I think that would be wonderful,” Rarity responds, still feeling up Anon’s lower half. “Your bed is the perfect size for a foursome, even with this giant involved.”
>”Then let’s do it,” Anon says, swinging his arms down and scooping the white mare up to press against his chest. “Which way?”
“Same hallway, all furthest door on the right.”
>”Then off we go!” he shouts before pulling Rarity into a kiss as he walks down the hall.
>”Come on, Twilight,” Rainbow Dash says, motioning for you to follow. “My pussy ain’t gonna lick itself!”
>You’re the last one into the bedroom, and by the time you walk in, Anon has already placed Rarity on the edge of the bed and is now delicately starting to lick her marehood. Rainbow flies over and lays down beside her, rubbing just above her crotch to entice you into mirroring his actions. You take a seat next to him and get straight to work. You’ve been with Rainbow before. You know she likes it a bit rougher than most.
>”Ah, yeah, Twilight. Even if you don’t get out much, you sure know your stuff. How’s he, Rarity?”
>”Mmm, ahh… ah! Oh, Rainbow Dash he’s simply wonderful!” She crosses her legs behind his head, pulling him into her crotch. “That’s it darling, yes, just like that! Give Rarity your best performance!”
>As the two mares in front of you grow increasingly more pleased as you and Anon lick, suckle, and nibble along their sweet spots, your own backside starts to ache and long for some stimulation. You reach a hoof down and begin playing with yourself, but at this rate, you aren’t going to get anywhere. You need more.
>”Oh, enough of this!” Rarity suddenly exclaims, uncrossing her legs and pushing Anon away from her. “I want you to TAKE me, stud!”
>”Oh would you, now?” Anon asks, smiling. His strong hands reach down and grip the mare by her hips, and in one fluid motion, he rolls her onto her stomach, her hind legs now dangling off the edge of the bed and just barely suspended above the floor. “Spread for me.” She obliges, and he enters her.
>You’re distracted for only a moment by Rarity’s loud, pleasured moans as Anon slowly pumps in and out of her. “Hey Twilight,” Rainbow says, poking the side of your head. “Don’t focus on them. You’ll get yours in a bit.” You diligently get back to working at her pussy, but your eyes still stray to the white mare currently having the daylights fucked out of her beside you.
>Anon uses his superior size and strength to their fullest advantage, grasping Rarity by her flanks and pulling her into each thrust. He comes out slowly after each one, and goes only slightly faster at the start of each thrust, but by the time he hilts, he puts in enough force to elicit a small squeak from her. Soon enough, she bites her lip and clenches her eyes tight in what can only a powerful orgasm. But if Anon notices, he doesn’t care, and continues thrusting into her, now starting to press his body against her and push her into the soft bedsheets. Your marehood is absolutely dying for stimulation. 
>”Oh god, Twilight!” Rainbow Dash exclaims, drawing your attention back to the mare you’ve been licking and playing with for the past few minutes. “I-I’m gonna cum!” Before she even finishes the statement, her muscles tense and she lets loose a small barrage of fluids on your muzzle.
>”Rainbow Dash!” Rarity shouts, stopping both your and Anon’s movements in their tracks. “Have you let that poor mare go all this time without any help?”
>”I… shit. Sorry Twilight.”
>”You should be more polite, Rainbow Dash,” the white mare scolds, Anon’s cock still embedded in her. “She invites you over to her house, offers you a spot in what is shaping up to be a very exciting afternoon, and even provides you with cunnilingus, only for you to forget her entirely?”
>”Here, Twilight, why don’t we trade pla-“
>”No, no, Rainbow. I feel it is my duty to take care of this myself. Anon, dearie, I’m sorry to leave you for the time being, but I simply must make sure our host is being properly tended to.” With that, she slides herself up and out from under Anon, and pats the bedding next to her. You climb up and lay down beside her, both happy to finally receive some attention and embarrassed that you had to rely on Rarity to call Rainbow Dash out.
>”Look at you, poor thing,” Rarity coos as she nestles her head between your thighs. “You must be dying for the sort of treatment you just gave her. Allow me to take care of you,” she purrs, gently lapping at your most sensitive spots. Her tongue moves light and slow, but her expert touch stimulates all the right areas. After only a few licks, you notice your hind leg kicking slightly at the pleasure. You relax and allow yourself to give in and enjoy her attention to the fullest. She won’t be satisfied until you are.
>Out of the corner of your right eye, you notice Anon and Rainbow Dash moving into a position of their own. Rainbow lays herself out much like Rarity did, with her tail flagging high to expose her firm, drenched backside to Anon, her hind legs dangling off the side of the bed. Wordlessly, he positions his shaft and pushes into the mare, producing a long, low moan from the pegasus. 
>But now, with a mare of your own to pleasure you, you aren’t as distracted by their fucking. Rarity becomes more involved with her cunnilingus, now pressing her muzzle into you and parting your folds with her tongue. You feel the heat and pleasure building already. In one fluid motion and without removing her face from your crotch, she grabs around your hind legs with her forehooves and pushes them up, exposing as much of your rump as possible. With your tailhole exposed, she moves her muzzle down and begins to rim you, licking all around your ponut in a teasingly wonderful manner. You’re now  panting and gasping for air and your body involuntarily convulses with every moan she elicits. Sensing how close you are, she moves her attention back up to your marehood, and now starts using her tongue to full effect. She licks up, then down, then pushes it into you as far as it will go, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Finally, when she starts to swirl it around inside of you while continuing to eat around the outside, you let go. You scream out as your fluids soak Rarity’s perfectly-groomed face, and she dutifully laps up every drop she can.
>”You look like you’re having a good time for someone who had to be coaxed into this,” Anon says with a smirk as you start to come down from your orgasm. He’s fucking Rainbow Dash hard, his hips bouncing off her tight ass with a loud slap after every thrust.
“I -am- having a good time,” you giggle. Seeing Anon pound your friend hard enough for her eyes to roll back in their sockets and her hooves to curl into a death grip on the sheets makes you feel something new deep down. You like it.
>”As am I,” Rarity interjected with a giggle of her own. “Would you like to wrap things up with a quick 69, my dearest Twilight?”
“That sounds lovely, Rarity,” you respond, happy to accept the gift of her behind as she swings her lower body up toward your head. “Any special requests?”
>”Yes, do that thing with your magic around my ass! Goodness, it must have been months since you’ve done that to me, but I still remember it!” You smile and lean into her pussy while simultaneously starting up a bit of magic to stimulate her tailhole. Soft, delicate magic begins to warm, rub, and vibrate against the edges of her ponut, causing her to momentarily throw her head back with a loud moan. Quick to regain her composure, she moves her muzzle back down to your marehood without a moment’s hesitation. Even though you’ve already cum, her touch is welcome, and you find yourself quickly building towards a second orgasm.
>Beside you, Anon slams in and out of Rainbow Dash at a breakneck pace. Suddenly, he lets out something akin to a roar, and keeps himself hilted inside her. You notice Rainbow’s glazed eyes and iron grip both suddenly tighten as his fluids pump into her and produce a second wave of pleasure for the pegasus. Halfway through the orgasm, he pulls out of her and coats her rump with a few strands of warm, sticky cum. It looks delicious.
>Rarity, meanwhile, is aggressively pushing herself into your crotch, and to great effect. You feel every stroke of her tongue, every teasing nibble on your winking clit, and you don’t think you can last long. You try to match her intensity, speeding up your mouth movements and strengthening the magic still acting on her tailhole. You’re not sure if you’re getting anywhere until suddenly her legs tighten around you and fluids ooze out of her winking marehood. As they run down your face, the combined sights, smells, and sensations on and around you coalesce into an orgasm of your own, and you involuntarily grab onto Rarity’s midsection and pull her down onto you, the fluids that now soak both of you creating a loud squelch in the process. You ride out the orgasm and finally, at its end, your head drops back onto the mattress.
>”I must say, Twilight,” Rarity says, rolling off of you. “You don’t seem out of practice at all. In fact, this is the most lively I’ve seen you in bed in quite some time.”
>”Yeah,” Rainbow agreed, just now starting to stir and attempt to push herself up from her spot. “I’m guessing Anon had something to do with that.”
>”Goodness,” Rarity laughed, “Twilight, please tell me you’ve tried him! That brute strength coupled with gentlemanly care… it’s so rare to see them perfectly in sync!”
“Heh, well, I might have sampled his goods last night. I guess I’m finally ahead of the curve on something sex related.”
>”I’d say so,” Rarity agreed. “Still, though, I must be off. I’ve already stayed far longer than I thought I would. Ordinarily I’d shower after something as intense as that, but a quick touch-up will have to do. Anon, darling,” she said, looking to the man.
>”Yes?”
>”I’m sure you’re tired of those old clothes. Come by my shop sometime this week and I’ll give you a few more things to wear in exchange for a repeat performance. Consider it a gift from one friend to another.”
>”Oh, thank you. And here I thought I was going to have to start going around naked.”
>”Aw, way to go, Rarity!” Rainbow yelled, still barely moved from the position she’d just been pounded in. “Always ruining a good thing!”
>Anon was right. Friendly get-togethers like these are just pure, wholesome fun. You really need to organize them more often.
>…

>You awake to a truly beautiful morning. Gray clouds cover the landscape, rain pours against your windows, and best of all, the smells of a hot breakfast fill your room from all the way down the hall in the kitchen. After the business of the past two days, you’re excited to spend some time indoors catching up on work and tending to your books. You roll out of bed, neatly rearrange the covers, and head towards the breakfast aromas’ origins to figure out what exactly they’re coming from.
>To your surprise, Spike isn’t the one cooking breakfast this morning. Instead, Anon is in the kitchen, bending his back slightly to reach the countertops that are just a bit too low for his massive frame. “Good morning, Twilight,” he greeted as you came in. “It’s been a while since I’ve done any decent cooking, but cinnamon banana pancakes should be easy and tasty enough.”
“That sounds wonderful,” you respond, flashing him a cheerful smile. “Is Spike up yet?”
>”No, I told him he could sleep in, so he grabbed a few gems and headed back to his room.”
“You didn’t have to wake up and cook us a meal, you know.”
>”I wake up early anyway,” the colossal man shrugs, “And was already getting stuff out when he came in. I also wanted to add an extra ingredient, but I haven’t added any to yours yet…” he says, trailing off.
“Why? What ingredient?” you ask, curious.
>”Firmroot, if you know what that is.”
“Why do I feel like that’s a bad thing?” you ask, thinking back to your botanical studies to remember the plant in question.
>”The salespony told me it would increase libido,” Anon laughs. “And I figured you and I are both having trouble keeping up with everyone else’s pace so, you know…”
“So you decided to pack breakfast with Firmroot so we’d make more progress,” you finished for him, arching an eyebrow.
>”Well,” he shrugged, “yeah. It’s not in the pancakes themselves, just the sweet cream cheese icing I made to go with them. You want some or not?”
“I think I’ll pass, thanks. You can have fun today, but I have work I need to catch up on.”
>”Come on Twilight,” he asked again, “it’s a great icing. I even mixed in fresh strawberry puree.”
“Oh whatever,” you relent, more for the sake of keeping up with him than anything else. “Just go light on it, alright?”
>”You got it,” he chirps, spreading a generous portion of icing across both plates of pancakes he’s prepared. You sigh and hope it won’t be too noticeable an effect. “Here you go,” he says, putting a plate down at the head of the table for you before taking the next seat over.
You take your seat and sniff at the warm, perfectly-cooked pancakes. “How much of that stuff did you put in?” you ask.
>”Enough that I can taste it,” he responds through a mouthful of food. “Kinda gives it a tiny almond-y flavor. But the pancakes and cream cheese are much stronger.”
“That didn’t answer my question. These types of foods can be dangerous if you eat too much of them, you know.”
>”I’m sure between an alicorn and a giant human we’ll be able to survive a bit of firmroot. C’mon. I made those just for you.” You sigh and cut into the pancakes, allowing yourself just the tiniest portion to sample before diving into the rest of the plate. It’s delicious. “So it’s kinda rainy out,” Anon said, shifting the conversation. “Although warmer than I expected.”
“Warm? I thought it was a little chilly when I woke up.”
>”Feels warm to me. Whatever. Maybe I’ve been cold and wet for so long that I forgot what a warm home feels like.”
The pancakes really are good. “Was it really that bad out in the woods?” you ask through another mouthful.
>”I had a little shack for a while that did a pretty good job of keeping me warm with only a small fire pit, but that got destroyed in a storm a couple months ago, so I’ve lived in a cave since then,” he said between bites. “I stayed healthy and am in the best shape of my life, but I definitely didn’t have fun out there.”
“So you were totally cut off?” you ask, licking a bit of icing from your lips.
>”I’d only ever see hikers or travelers, usually. Most of them thought I was a monster, I think, because I didn’t actually wear these clothes most of the time. I’d either go naked or wear a few pelts I’d gotten from hunting. Twi, are you sure it’s cold in here? I swear the A/C is out or something,” he said, looking around.
“I guess it is a little bit warm. I’ll cool the place down a little,” you say, casting a quick climate control spell. “I suppose the hunting is alright since you used it to survive, but now that you’re a citizen, I hope you’ll give up the practice.”
>”That’s fine. The animals around here are different, anyway. They can think and understand you and stuff. I was far out enough that they didn’t have that kind of intelligence,” he said, staring at you.
“You alright?” you ask, giving him a funny look. “You’re kinda staring me down.”
>”Oh, sorry,” he says, shaking his head. You notice a few drops of sweat jump off his skin and land on his firm, muscled shoulders. “Just can’t seem to focus right now. Did you turn the temperature down?”
“I thought so,” you say, wiping a bit of sweat off your own brow. “Let me knock it down a few degrees more.”
>”Well,” Anon says, putting down his fork as he finished the last of his pancakes. “I think I’m gonna go outside for a bit. Too damn hot in here,” he mutters, standing up to take his plates to the sink. Your eyes instantly land on the massive tent currently being pitched in his pants, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t shake them free.
“Anon,” you finally say when he turns away from you. “Exactly how much of that firmroot stuff did you put in those pancakes?”
>”Well this is half of what I bought,” he said, raising up a tangle of roots larger than his fist. “And all the rest of it went into the icing, which we just ate the majority of.
“Anon,” you almost whisper, slowly getting down from your chair as your limbs tremble. “I don’t know how bad that is, or if it’s even safe. But I do know that if you don’t grab me, press me against this table, and give me the hardest pounding you can within the next two minutes, I’m going to have to resort to much more drastic measures to get off.”
>He looks at you for only half a second while you turn around and spread your hind legs. Your tail flags instinctively, and Anon is treated to the sight of your soaking wet marehood winking at him, inviting him in. He almost trips as he struggles to throw off his clothing and step up behind you.
>Without any delay, he grabs you by the shoulders and one of your hind legs and throws you against the table you were just eating at, sending your plate and silverware clattering to the floor. His throbbing erection presses itself between your cheeks, and after only a moment to get situated in the right position, Anon grabs it and sends it plunging into your marehood. He doesn’t bother starting slow, and you don’t bother to ask. Your loins are hot fire right now, and with his rock-hard member being thrust into it, the heat only builds further.
“Fucking RUT me!” you yell out as he slams into you, moving the massive crystal table a little bit with each motion. “Fucking do it!”
>Anon tries to respond to you, but all that comes from his mouth is an incoherent moan of pleasure and desperation. He grabs your thigh with his left hand and puts two of his right fingers in your mouth, pulling your head back and forcing you to look into his eyes. His pupils are constricted, and his eyes open and close intermittently as he pulls in and out of you. Your eyes doubtless betray the same mindless, lust-crazed mental state you share with him right now. Your lips close around his fingers, reflexively suckling on them while the rest of your body receives wave after wave of jolting, burning pleasure from your marehood. It takes all your willpower to avoid biting down on those delicious, wonderful fingers as you go through an orgasm. Your muscles clench down hard on his cock, but he doesn’t let that stop him from continuing his motions, pushing through any and all resistance your body offers as he relentlessly pounds you.
>Suddenly, he thrusts both arms underneath you and picks you up, his member still lodged in you. Before you can utter a word or moan of protest, he turns you around and slams your back against a nearby wall, sandwiching your body between it and his chest. He locks you in a greedy, lustful kiss for a moment, attacking your mouth while slowly starting to move his hips again. Suddenly, he breaks his mouth away from yours and rears his head back as he starts thrusting in and out of you once more. Your tight, slick walls give him immeasurable pleasure, and his grunts are beginning to rival your moans in volume. You feel his hands reach down to grab your ass, giving it a bit more platform as he starts to jackhammer in and out of your pussy.
>”Hey,” a high-pitched voice says, catching your ears and stopping Anon’s motions at once. Behind him stands Spike, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Sorry to interrupt, but do you know where the earplugs are? You guys are kinda loud.”
“There should be a wood box full of them in the library,” you reply between breaths, motioning Anon to continue fucking you. He begins to move slowly. “Should be in the non-fiction section.”
>”Thanks,” Spike says before turning around and heading back down the hall. “Also, I’m not cleaning up after you two,” he calls out from afar.
“Why’d you stop?” you ask, dissatisfied with Anon’s greatly slowed movements.
>”I-I, well, I mean-“
“Come on, start fucking me again! I was so close to cumming again!”
>Anon tightens his grip on your ass and resumes pounding you, going slightly slower but further in and out with each stroke. With him rhythmically pumping in and out of you, your mind starts to fog up as you near the edge, and your body responds in kind, tightening its muscles even more around the man’s thick cock.
>Just as you hit your climax, Anon moans loudly, and you feel your insides fill up with a thick, warm batter. His muscled arms press you tight against the wall as his member pumps strand after strand of cum into your womb. You bite your lip and close your eyes, your mind coasting to paradise. Anon shakily pulls out and lowers you to the ground, and when your rump makes contact with the cold floor, the fluids pouring out of your entrance start to pool up beneath you and dampen your fur.
“That was-“ you pant, “a really hard fucking.”
>”God, I’m not even going down,” Anon groans, looking at his still-raging erection.
“I feel it too. Holy shit. You used way too much of that root.”
>”Should we call a doctor?”
“No, but I -am- going to call someone else.”
>…

>”There is nothing I can do. This matter is up to you,” the incompetent fucking zebra in front of you concludes, shaking her head.
>”So how long until the effects wear off, Zecora?” Anon asks, pausing his thrusts in and out of her.
>”If you go out to fix it, only a day. But it could take much longer if you refuse to play,” she remarks before dipping her head down to lick at your marehood.
“Just what did you get us into, Anon?” you groan. “Unless I’m constantly fucking my mind turns to mush!”
>”Well how was I supposed to know that I gave us eight times the recommended dose?”
>”The roots you got are strong,” Zecora says, her voice muffled by your pussy. “Just a bit more and you would not live long!”
“Can it and work that pussy, sister,” you command, shoving her face back into your crotch. “So what are we gonna do, just fuck each other all day?”
>”I dunno,” he grunts, climaxing inside the mare. “I was actually thinking this could be a way to get to know some people. You know, go out and see who’s around?”
“You wanna go OUT like this?” you scream before clenching your thighs around Zecora’s head as you climax.
>”Well going around fucking isn’t out of the usual here, right?”
“No…” you sigh.
>”So cmon, two birds with one stone. We go and get this out of our system, and make some friends in the process.”
>You’re about to argue something back, but you can already feel your mind starting to get overwhelmed with hormones. Mares are nice, but you need a dicking, and if Anon’s heading out then you have no choice but to go with him.
“Fine. But let’s hurry. I’m already starting to feel it.”
>”Me too. Let’s go. Later, Zecora!” he says to the smiling zebra as he picks you up and tucks you beneath one arm. By the time he runs out the front door, your mind has focused on one thing and one thing only: the nearest stallion to your current location. After a few frantic looks, you spot a light blue stallion walking up the road. You jump from Anon’s grasp and trot up to the stallion, trying to keep some air of normalcy about you. You’re not sure if you succeed.
“Hi there, what’s your name?” you ask, entirely uninterested in anything but what he’s packing.
>”I’m Silver Streak. Are you the real princess? It’s an honor to meet you in person.”
“Yeah. Sorry to be so sudden but, uhh,” you trail off, instead just turning around and exposing your rear to him. “Would you mind helping me out?”
>”Sure!” the stallion replies happily, mounting you without another question. “Huh, wait til I tell the wife I got to mount a princess today!”
>He plunges into you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He leans his weight on you and puts some force in his thrusts, but doesn’t push his luck. After a few moments of getting into a rhythm, he decides to pick up some chit-chat with you. “So, Princess Twilight, anything interesting happen this week? It’s been pretty quiet for the wife and I. Business as usual and such.”
With his cock giving you much-needed relief, you’re coherent enough to respond, “Yes, actually, I’ve had an eventful few days, to say the least. Most of that’s stemming from a small but unique immigration issue.”
>”Oh? You handle those matters directly?” he asks, adjusting his stance slightly to push himself a tad deeper into you.
“Not usually, but this is a special case. How about you? You said you have a business?”
>”My wife and I are both insurance consultants. It’s not glamorous work, but it puts food on the table. Gotta feed the kids, you know?”
“Oh, sure.” You would have asked about his children, but at that moment you suddenly felt his warm seed flood into you, coating your insides. “Mmm, thanks, I needed that.”
>”No problem,” he replied, pulling out and hopping down off of you. “You have a good day now, Princess,” he said, smiling and waving as he continued walking the same way as before.
>That… wasn’t so bad, you suppose. He was a pretty nice guy, well put together, and you would have loved to have talked a bit more. Maybe Anon is right and this could be a good chance to make some friends. However, even with a fresh round of cum dumped into you, you can already feel your hormones kicking back into high gear. You sigh and use magic to clean yourself out, not wanting to show up dirty to someone else.
>You set off at a brisk pace for the town center, where you might (hopefully) find some more stallions to entertain you. Along the way, you spot Big Mac hauling a cart full of freshly baked apple products into town, Applebloom riding on his back. Bingo.
“Hey Big Mac! Hey Applebloom!” you greet them as you approach.
>”Well hey Twilight,” Applebloom waves back, her brother just flashing you a wordless smile. “How’re you doing?”
“I’m good,” you answer, “but I was hoping I could borrow your brother for a second. I just need a quick little rut if you don’t mind.”
>”Well sure,” Applebloom says, “If ya buy a couple apples first.”
“Sure,” you agree. “I don’t have any bits on me, but if you two bring half a dozen by the castle later tonight, I’ll keep Spike waiting for you.”
>”Deal!” the filly squees, hopping off of her brother’s back and helping detach him from the cart. “Say Twilight, it ain’t much like you to just go up and ask like this. Something up?”
“Let’s just say I’ve been trying new things lately,” you laugh, widening your legs and getting into a better stance for Big Mac to mount you. You feel his shaft brush along your underside as he approaches, much bigger than most stallions you’ve seen. You’ve taken this dick once before – and it felt good.
>Big Mac gingerly positions himself to enter you, mindful not to put too much weight on your much smaller figure. He tries to be gentle inserting himself into you, but his thick cock still stretches you out quite a bit. He isn’t able to hilt in you, but that doesn’t stop you from backing up into him, trying to take even more of his length. Once he’s situated, he waits for your signal, and you give him a brief nod to start moving.
>”I wish I were big enough to take ‘im,” Applebloom sighs as her brother starts pumping his shaft in and out of your comparatively tiny frame. “Someday I will be, right Twilight?”
“A-ah!” you moan as each thrust spreads your pussy wider. “I-I’m sure he’ll be happy to rut you when you’re big enough, Applebloom. Right, Big Mac?”
>”Eeyup,” the massive stallion replies, now leaning more of his weight on you. You allow your forelegs to collapse down while keeping your rump high in the air for him to access, your hole tightening around him even more as you climax. “Twilight, where do you want it?” he asks, now struggling to hold his load in.
“Right in there’s good. Go for it.” No sooner do the words leave your mouth than he explodes into you, pumping you full with a massive, hot load of cum.
>”Huh, I think that’s the first time I’ve seen anyone cum in you, Twilight,” Applebloom comments, still watching the two of you. “How come you never get out and do this stuff?”
“I don’t know, Applebloom,” you say, relishing the feeling of Big Mac’s giant cock slipping out of your cum-coated hole. “Maybe I should more often.”
>…