AiE, Rule 63'd

Femanon thing r63

>They say that good things come to those who wait.

"I'm not sure they knew about this..." you say with a sigh.

>After having been lost for nearly a week after pausing to tie your shoe when hiking in the woods near home, you were finally found by someone.

>But not by people, no, that would be too easy.

>You had to be found by a group of tiny armoured horses.

>Talking armoured horses.

"I knew I shouldn't have eaten those mushrooms," you say with a sigh.

>"You ate mushrooms in the Everfree? Pick up the pace men, we have to get it to the  castle doctors fast."

"I'm not an it, I'm a she," you say as they start running faster, pulling you along in the cage/cart they have you detained in.

>The cart hits a bump, making you bounce painfully.

>Rubbing your bruised bottom, you debate if sticking with these pony things is worth the trouble.

>It'd be easy as pie to escape, since the only thing holding you in the cage is a latch you could open with no problem.

>But on the other hand,  it'd mean that you would be lost again, and this time have little pony soldiers looking for you.

>Either way you're going to have to deal with these ponies, so sooner is easier.

>The woods clear, and and a path is visible a short distance ahead.

>Following the paths with your eyes, it leads to a mountain not far away, and atop the mountain, a castle like something out of a fantasy novel.

>Honestly not much to your taste, but impressive nonetheless.

>"So, um miss? What exactly are you, and why were you in the Everfree?" the head soldier asks, looking over his shoulder.

"I'm a human, and I've been lost for the past week," you reply, trying to get comfortable.

>" So you're not from the Everfree? Why did you go there then?"

"I didn't. I was walking in the woods near my home, I stopped to tie my shoes, and when I looked up again, the trail was gone."

>"That sounds like some high level magic. Prince Solaris and Prince Artemis will need to see you."

"Princes? Is this place a monarchy or something?"

>The guard nods, saying, "Yes, it is. Is that strange?"

"There aren't many monarchies where I'm from, and they rarely work for long."

>"That's unusual. Ours has worked for millennia without problems."

>Sitting back against the bars, you try and get comfortable on the smoother road.

>With your relaxation, or at least your attempt at it, the guards show no further attempts at conversation.

>Your stomach does growl in hunger, but they don't acknowledge it, and given what they said, you don't blame them.

>When the cart starts going up the hill, you begin questioning the physics of this place, as the road has a ludicrous slope.

>It has go he at least a 30 degree angle, yet the ponies pull it up without any issues.

>The sun passes its zenith by the time the group reaches the city with the castle.

>"Welcome to Canterlot city, lady. Here, we'll figure out what to do with you."

>Without any care for you, they haul the cart cage through town.

>It seems like they are either purposefully parading you through town, or they don't know of the idea.

>Either way, ponies by the hundreds watch you pass in the cart.

>Very few females, as far as you can tell, if the overly large faces were anything to go by.

>The males seem to have longer, more rectangular faces, while what you assume are females have more rounded features and shorter snouts.

>All of them are brightly coloured and kind of silly, but cute looking.

"Man, what kind of mumbo jumbo could have led me to a land of talking horses?"

>The captain horse snorts and says, "you should watch your tongue, we're ponies, not horses, and magic probably brought you here."

"Sorry, you just look similar to horses where I'm from, and what do you mean, magic? Magic is just parlor tricks and sleight of hand."

>"Now I'm confused. There's no civilized place on Equestria that doesn't know what magic is. Are you sure you're not from the Everfree?"

"Considering the city I live in has easily a few hundred thousand people, yes, I'm pretty sure I didn't come from that forest."

>The guard shrugs, and says, "we'll find out soon enough, since we're at the castle now."

>Great marble gates open, revealing a vast courtyard filled with wonderful flowers.

>You get no time to look at them though, as your cart is brought inside, the commanding pony going on ahead.

>After a moment, the soldier comes back and motions the pullers onward.

>"Mind your tongue and tell the truth and you will be fine, miss."

"My name is Anonymous, and thanks for caring, I suppose."

>The cage is unlocked, and you're pushed forward into the next room.

>As you somewhat expected, the room beyond is a throne room, with a pair of long thrones.

>On these thrones are a pair of largs horses, er ponies, though unlike the other ponies, these two had a horn on their forehead and a pair of wing on their backs.

>"So, what manner of being art thou?" The blue one asks in a voice reminiscent of a young man.

>The white one lays a wing on the other and says, "I'm sorry, my brother can be a little blunt. My name is Prince Solaris, and who might you be?"

"My name is Anonymous, and to put it simply, I'm lost right now."

>"So I was told. My guard informed me they found you in the Everfree forest, though you have no recollection of the place or how you got there, is that correct?" Solaris asks.

>Before you can reply, the blue one speaks up again.

>"We do not wish to sound rude, but what is wrong with your chest? It seems swollen."

"There's nothing wrong with my chest, my breasts fairly normal sized," you retort, crossing your arms atop your mounds.

>Both ponies develop a red blush, and avert their gaze from you.

>"Artemis, could you please stop asking such awkward questions of our guest, I'm sure she would like a chance to rest, after her ordeal in the forest. I shall have a meal prepared while she does so, and we can talk more then. Is that acceptable, Anonymous?"

"Yeah, that'll be fine. I could use a chance to get cleaned up after being lost for a week."

>With a stomp of his hoof, Solaris summons a guard into the room and says, "Escort Anonymous to the ambassador suite. She will remain here for the time being, until we can determine everything necessary about her."

>Following the pony through the castle, he leads you to a large room with a massive king sized bed.

>"Somepony will be by later to escort you to dinner, in the mean time, feel free to do as you wish, within the confines of the room."

>Closing the door behind you, the lock clicks into place and you start looking around.

>Despite being large and extravagant, the room is sparsely decorated.

>A door is on the wall, beyond it, a marble walled bathroom, complete with a separate, open tub and shower.

>Locking the bathroom door, you strip down and start up the shower.

>The hot water melts the stress right out of you just as well as it removes the caked on mud and sweat.

>Its as if heaven was pouring over your body in a liquid cascade.

>A few bottles turn out to be simple scented shampoos and body wash.

>Even just pouring the soap on males you feel squeaky clean, and you start lathering up.

>Whatever is in these soaps makes them bubble up like crazy, and soon you are cloaked in bubbles.

>Starting to rinse the bubbles off, you hear the door open, and turn to see one of the guard ponies standing there.

>For a moment, the two of you stand there like deer in headlights, before you snap to and cover yourself with an arm.

"OUT!" You yell, throwing a shampoo bottle that bounces off his helmet.

>Like a scared dog, he scurries out, mumbling apologies.

"Fuck, don't these ponies have any sense of privacy?" You curse to yourself, locking the door again.

>As the lock clicks, you question how he got passed the lock in the first place.

>Going back to your shower, you make sure to keep one eye on the door.

>Outside the room, the guards are talking...

 

(From perspective of guard that went in)

>"Wow dude, that's a nasty bump, what happened in there?" Your partner asks, eyeing the swollen lump on your forehead.

"Boobs happened, my friend, massive boobs covered only by a thin sheen of bubbles."

>"Details! Give me details."

"Alright, so I was tasked with checking up on her, and when I entered the main room, I heard the shower on. Obviously, I figured I'd take the chance to maybe see some strange monster pussy, maybe even get invited in for some 'diplomatic bonding' if you catch my drift."

>Your guardbro holds up a hoof, which you meet with your own.

"I know, but it wasn't gonna happen, but after unlocking the bathroom door, I walked in, and bam..."

>"What? Bro, what did you see?"

"A tall, sleek beauty. And those boobs, they're like bouncy melons, but they look as soft as pillows. "

>"You're kidding right? I mean, minotauresses have boobs that big, but they’re just big floppy udders."

(That isn't my headcanon, but just for this story)

"I'm not joking, they looked freaking amazing. I'd cuddle em all night long, if you know what I mean."

>"No disagreement here, bro. Just wish I coulda seen em."

>"Seen what?" A voice asks, and the two of you spin to see Prince Artemis standing there.

"Oh, we didn't notice you there, sir," you say, snapping a salute, "we were discussing the creature, Anonymous. I saw her without her apparel, and I was commenting how attractive she is."

>"Is that so? Pray tell, we have found ourself intrigued by her form, and dare I say it, possibly attracted to her."

"I don't judge you, Prince. She's quite unique, lithe, smooth and bountiful in the breasts. By all standards, a beautiful female."

>Artemis nods, "from what I saw of her, I agree with your analysis.  Do you think she may perhaps allow us to examine her unclothed form?"

>"Yeah, no, thats not going to happen," a feminine voice says from behind you, making you spin around, coming face to clothed hips with Anonymous.

>Her curvy, muscular, child bearing hips.

>You find yourself leaning in slightly, trying to inhale her scent.

>Your motions don't go unnoticed, and Anonymous shoves you away by pushing your head away with her foot.

>Stumbling back onto your flank, you find yourself looking up at her, blood burning in your cheeks and rushing to your dick.

" I... uh..." you say, your words stumbling in your arousal.

>"What? Are you going to get out of my way? I have to meet with Solaris, which is why I assume Artemis is here too."

>Artemis nods and steps over to Anonymous, "We also wished to inspect Anonymous personally, to examine her body."

>"Like I said, not gonna happen," Anon says, pushing around Artemis, "now, where did your brother want to meet me?"

>"He requested to meet you in the dining hall for lunch, follow me" the blue pony replies, starting down the hallway.

>As Prince Artemis leads Anonymous away, your partner nudges your shoulder, "dude, Swift,  what's wrong? I've never seen you so... whipped."

"I think I'm in love..." you reply, watching Anonymous's fine ass sway away.

 

 

 

>Artemis leads you through the castle, down a route similar to the one you took to get to the room.

>The room at the end of the journey is huge, easily expansive enough to play a good game of soccer in.

>Filling much of the room is a long table surrounded by long stools.

>You're led to one end, where Solaris sits and Artemis takes a seat beside him.

>Taking a seat on one of the free stools near them, you sit in silence for a while.

>"So... Anonymous, what can you tell us about yourself?" Solaris asks, finally breaking the silence.

"Well, I'm a human being, a species that evolved from simians similar to chimpanzees. We have a population of approximately 7 billion, and growing fast, though we are the only sentient species on our planet."

"We're true omnivores, and can eat many different kinds of things. We do need both plant matter and meat to survive, though supplements and alternatives can help."

"We lack fur or thick body hair, so humans wear clothing instead. We also wear it for decency, as we don't exactly have ways to cover our sexual organs."

"Besides sexual organs, males and females look similar, with males typically being more muscular and females being lighter and more agile."

"We as a species rely heavily on technology, ranging from weapons and long distance communications to space travel and medicines."

>At the mention of space travel, Artemis practically jumps up onto the table in excitement.

>"Your species can traverse our stars?!" He exclaims in excitement, "what do they think of the art I lay out each night?"

"What art? We can't go far yet, but there's no art in space."

>"The stars," he exclaims, waving his hooves at the sky, "each night I work hard to arrange them in beautiful patterns."

"That's bullshit if I ever heard it," you reply, crossing your arms, "There's no way you could move billions of stars that are more than a thousand light years away every night."

>"But..." Artemis starts, stuttering, "brother, explain to her, how we control the sun moon and stars."

>Solaris sighs and shakes his head, "she's right, Artemis, we don't control them. Around our planet is a magical veil that we control, letting light through holes in the place of sun and moon."

>"Even your time on the moon was not in space, instead, you were within a special chamber in the dungeons. "

>Silence and sadness hits Artemis hard, and Solaris lays a comforting hoof on his brother's shoulder.

>"You forgot it during your imprisonment, brother. We simply manage and maintain the veil so that the world doesn't suffer from the actual sun's expansion that happened about two thousand years ago."

>"The heat wave, I remember reading about that. The unicorns together fixed that, but the way was never revealed."

>"We figured it out, brother, and we gained near perfect control over it. With our help we brought final peace to the ponies."

"This is great and all," you say, interrupting Solaris's explanation, "but can we get back on topic? I would like to get home soon."

>The white prince nods, looking back at you, "there may be a problem with that. We've never encountered anything like you before, so we doubt we can send you back. Especially if you came from another world or dimension, as we fear."

"What do you mean, another world?"

>"We believe a powerful spell pulled you from your home and brought you to Equestria," Artemis says, stepping over and laying a wing over your shoulders, "we are sorry, but there is nothing we can do if that is the case, and you have our condolences."

"Are you sure?" You ask, "I mean, even if you want this place kept a secret, I can do that. This place can't be another world, right, its just a secret country or island or something. Or maybe it's all a bad reaction to one of those mushrooms I ate."

>"I'm sorry, but this is indeed another world, nor are you under the influence of the mushrooms," Solaris replies while shaking his head, and you lean back and let out a sigh.

"Well, shit, this sucks," you say, brushing off the pony's wing, "do you guys know anywhere I can stay for a bit while I look for something to do here? I mean, I might as well do something with my time while looking for a way home. First though, I need sleep, in a proper bed."

>Your lack of long term sadness causes the two ponies a pair of shocked looks, and Artemis is the first to recover.

>"You are fine with this? You don't feel the need for a comfort cuddle, or possibly a tender night's loving to get over it? We would be willing to accommodate you, for several nights,  if need be."

"You what?" Both you and Solaris echo, staring at Artemis who suddenly looks quite flustered.

>"We... I... What we meant was that we would like to engage in coitus with you, er... we mean we... LOOK! A FLYING BANANA," he suddenly yells out, pointing over your shoulders.

>Solaris immediately turns to look, but you only raise an eyebrow, before Artemis vanishes with a crack and a little blue burst of light.

"I... what just happened?"

>Looking back, the white pony furrows his brow, saying, "I'm not exactly sure, but he was so embarrassed he teleported away. I'll try to figure out what's going on, but in the mean time, feel free to stay in the room from before."

"Alright, bit could you get the locks fixed? I tried to have a shower earlier and one of the soldiers just walked right in."

>"The locks work fine, but each guard pair has a master key to most rooms. I'll be sure to inform them that your room is off limits except in case of emergencies."

"That'd be great, thanks. I'll see you later, after some serious sleep."

>"Rest well, Anonymous, and I'll see you in the morning," Solaris says with a wave as you head for what is temporarily your room.

>The guards at the door have switched, new ones in their places, but still, not willing to take any chances, you prop a chair under the doorknob to hold it closed.

>Stripping down to your panties, you flop back onto the plush bed.

"Ah... this is wonderful," you say as you let out a sigh of comfort.

>Snuggling between the soft sheets, it takes barely a moment for you to drift off.

 

 

 

>After some damage control with your brother, you lock your door and prepare for Anonymous to enter your realm.

>Not many ponies are asleep right now, as it is just after dinner time, so picking up Anonymous is simple.

>Waiting in meditation, you start becoming worried she isn't going to have a dream.

>Almost an hour in, you are about to give up when a small spark appears where Anonymous is sleeping.

>Like a campfire,  it slowly grows, becoming more and more defined and steady.

>The dreams around it soon flicker and vanish from your sight, your entire being focused on the wildfire of a dream forming.

>Reaching out to it, you get sucked in and unceremoniously dumped onto a marble floor.

>Looking around, you find yourself in an open walled pavillon made of pure white marble.

>Intricate columns support a high roof, and in the distance, you hear splashing.

>Wandering in the direction of the splashing, you find your gaze constantly wandering over the carvings on the pillars.

>Nude human males and females adorn them, engaging in countless strange and arousing sexual acts.

>Peeking out from the building, you spot Anonymous down a set of stairs, in a large pool.

>Her attention is on the sky, her body scantily covered by what you assume is lingerie.

>The fabric hardly seems held on, as you spot a few bows tying the bands together.

>Shifting your existence so you are on the deck of the pool, you silently conjure a lounger and lay down on it.

>Laying on your side, you attempt to think is a sexy pose.

>Letting your junk hang out, you look at it, and with only a moment left before Anon leaves the pool, you use an illusion to make your penis look a little larger.

>You hear a surprised sound, and seductively look over to see Anonymous rising from the pool, water dripping off her soft, smooth body.

"Art thou ready for royal loving?" You ask in a low, seductive tone, using your magic to tug at the strings of her lingerie.

>As the knots undo, and the fabric is about to fall, the dream, and Anonymous with it, vanishes.

 

 

 

>Shooting upright, you stare at the door, which you just heard something crash against.

>"Huh? I unlocked it, why won't it open?" A voice asks itself on the other side of the portal.

>"Dude, don't joke around, you promised you'd show me her massive boobs," another voice says to the first.

>The chair squeaks a bit as the ponies on the other side push against the door, and you take the time to quickly get up and pull on your clothes.

>The ponies make another push, and you kick the chair aside, causing the pair to trip and stumble in, landing face first in front of you.

"What do the two of you think you're doing, sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?" You ask, staring down at them.

>One you recognize as the same one you beaned with the soap bottle, and he looks like he's either going to piss himself, or cream his proverbial pants.

>"I've been a bad colt, and I need to be punished," he mewls, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

>Second option it is.

>Freaking masochistic subs.

"What about you? What are you doing here?" You ask, turning to the other pony.

>"I uh... sorry, wrong room," he squeaks before grabbing his friend and running.

>The two scurry off, and with a sigh, you close, lock and chair the door again.

>Climbing into bed sends a tingle to the back of your mind, like you're forgetting something that happened.

>The tingle fades quickly in the softness of the sheets, and you drift off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

>Morning comes, and with it, a lack of all the sore, tired, dirtiness of the past week.

>Without those distractions, though, the full weight of the current situation sinks in.

>Sadness tugs tears from your eyes, and mild depression removes your will to move, so for the time being, you simply sit there on the edge of the bed, wallowing in the thought that you may never see your friends or family again.

>A knocking comes from the door before a soft voice calls out, "maid service, I'm here to clean the room and inform you the princes are awaiting you in the dining hall."

"Just a moment," you call back, "I'm almost ready."

>Still clothed from the incident last night, you quickly step into the bathroom and give your mouth a quick rinse before grabbing a brush from a shelf and running it through your hair.

>With most of the tangles gone, and an overall look of cleanliness, you return the brush and unbarricade the door.

>On the other side is a white pony, dressed head to tail in a maid outfit, from the little hat, down to the miniskirt and lace stockings.

>The maid looks down as you look at them, before pulling in the cart of cleaning stuff as you head out.

>Taking a last glance back at the maid, you catch sight of lacy pink panties supporting a pair of balls.

>While kind of weird, you're not one to judge other cultures you know nothing about.

>Finding your way to the dining hall takes a little longer than yesterday, but you make it there in around ten minutes.

>Meanwhile,  in your room a certain pony guard dressed as a maid is rolling around where you slept.

>"Ah... Anonymous, yes, pin me, make your pet," he moans, erect cock flapping against his belly, "I'm a naughty pony, punish me, spank me, show me how you love me."

>With a moan, he makes a mess of the bed and his dress, and after a moment to rest, he gets to cleaning his shame.

>Pushing open the door to the dining hall, you find it similar to before, with only Solaris and Artemis in it at one end.

>The big difference is what's on the table.

>Plates and bowls and platters filled with food of all kinds.

>Pancakes and muffins, bacon and eggs, flowers and fruits and even gems.

>"Come, Anonymous, breakfast is ready," Solaris calls, motioning you over, "we weren't sure what manner of food your kind eats, so we had a wide assortment prepared."

>Getting closer, the scents reach you, and you find yourself licking your lips.

>Pulling around a chair, you plop down, grab a plate, and start loading it with a stack of pancakes, bacon and a banana on the side.

>A few pitchers of drinks draw you to give them a sniff test, and you settle for a tall glass of orange juice.

>Your stomach revels in the food, and you quickly devour everything on your plate.

"Ah, that's so much better than what I could scrounge while lost," you comment, leaning back and rubbing your stomach.

>"We can tell. You have quite the appetite."

>Standing up and stretching your shoulders and back, you notice Artemis's wing shoot out and Solaris's start to rise.

"Do you mind if I head out to the city to walk for a bit and get used to this place?"

>"Not at all, but I will send a pair of guards with you, and if you wish, some bits in case you want to buy something," Solaris replies with a shake of his head, "just make sure you're back before it gets too late."

"Besides the fact you're a guy, you sound like my mom," you reply, heading for the door.

>A bag of jingling metal floats up next to you, and drops into your hand.

>"There's enough there for a couple meals or a few knick nacks if you find something interesting."

>Pulling open the drawstrings, a pile of golden coins look back at you.

"Is this actually gold?" You ask looking back at Solaris,  and he shakes his head.

>"Not exactly. They're just made so they look like gold."

>Fitting the bag into a pocket proves to be a challenge, so you tie it onto the belt loops of your pants.

>Two guards join up behind you, both silent and stoic as most guards you have seen.

>Key word being most.

>Through the front doors and out past the gardens, you pass between the main gate, and you're in the city proper.

>Big, but on a smaller scale, houses line the streets here, the likely home of rich ponies.

>You can feel the presence of a lot of eyes watching you here, but they fade as you keep on.

>Soon enough the houses are replaced by stores and stalls, the whole market having a kind of, 40s flea market feel.

>Few ponies are around, and those that are give you a wide berth, avoiding eye contact.

>A couple out to lunch or closed signs pop up as you approach some stalls, making you roll your eyes.

>Your, and everyone else's attention is distracted though, as Solaris's voice echos out across the city.

>"Dearest citizens of Canterlot, please, do not fear Anonymous, the tall being that walks on two legs. She seeks us no harm, and only wishes to help us while we discover a way to get her home."

>The short message seems to suddenly release the tension that has been hanging around you, and ponies start coming out of buildings or wherever they were hiding.

>Energetic would be the way you'd describe the markets new feeling, a bustle of ponies buying, selling and bartering.

>There is still a proverbial bubble around you though, but being more than twice these ponies size does do that.

>Your searching doesn't turn up what you're looking for,  so around noon, you find a bench to sit on.

>Your two guards flank the bench, eyes scanning the area on a swivel.

"You two, do you know if there is a bar around here?"

>"A bar?" One replies questioningly, " why would you want to go there? They're always full of needy, lonely stallions."

"Because I need something hard. Whiskey, vodka, rum, something like that."

>"Well, I don't recognize any of those names, but I guess we could show you to the closest one."

>Rising off the bench, you're escorted through the streets by your two guards, the three of winding up in front of what looks more like a family restaurant than a bar.

>The doors part for you, and you duck slightly to get in the door before looking around.

>Everyone in the building stops and stares, making you think of those cheesy western films.

>Crossing the floor, with a single fluid motion you hook a stool, drag it over and sit on it, staring at the wall of social lubricant behind the bar.

>Both guards join you on stools, eyeing those who are watching you.

"Barkeep," you call out, waving to the pony behind the bar, "get me a shot of something strong."

>Setting the bag of bits on the bar is enough to prompt the pony into motion, and soon you have  small shot glass filled a bluish liquid.

>A sniff proves it does have alcohol, though not as much as you would have hoped for, so with a flick of the wrist, you down the shot.

>The pleasant burn is accompanied by a kind of tingle like a weak 9 volt battery and  a taste of blueberries.

>Waiting a few minutes while you let the drink settle, you spin around, looking over the room.

>Ponies all over the room are whispering, fragments of their conversations reaching you.

>"...Is it?"

>"Drinking? So early..."

>"...So exotic..."

>"...Kinda cute."

>Spinning back, you order another shot and sip it slowly.

>While you do, a stallion walks over, being nudged by his friends, and he climbs onto the stool next to your guard.

>He remains quiet, his gaze flickering between his hooves and his friends, and when he thinks you aren't looking, you.

>"So... uh, are you that thing that the prince told us about? You know, the tall thing that walks on two legs."

"What gave it away?" You ask sarcastically, looking over at him as you finish your shot, "the fact I'm tall? Or maybe because I walk on two legs? Oh, I know, these royal guards that are guiding must have told you."

>The pony shrinks back a bit, likely unaccustomed to your snappy response.

>"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just didn't want to call you Anonymous if it wasn't your name."

"Here's a few pieces of advice, pony. One, if you go up to a girl acting flighty and nervous like you are, she's probably not going to give a damn about you, and instead go for a guy who looks like he knows what he's doing. Two, if you want a girls name, try introducing yourself and asking for her name. And three, I'm not interested in ponies, I'm here to drink and try to forget some crap I've had to deal with recently."

>Turning back to the bar you wave over the barkeep and order a third shot.

>Nursing this one for a bit, you relax and try and ignore the ponies who start gravitating towards you.

>Slamming the empty glass down, you rise and motion to the barkeep.

"What do I owe you?" You ask, spilling out some coins.

>"Fifteen bits," he replies, and after you count out the coins, he takes the stack and puts it into a till.

>Both pony guards follow you out of the bar, and you make your way back to the castle.

>Upon return, you're whisked to the throne room, where Solaris greets you.

>"Ah, Anonymous, how was your walk? I hope it went well."

"I can't complain. It felt weird being so alien, but your people seem pretty tolerant."

>"As a species we do advocate love and tolerance to all, so you have little to fear here."

>With a nod and a bow, you turn and head for the halls, hoping to find a kitchen.

>Unseen by you, one of the guards approaches Solaris, and whispers something to him.

>"Prince Solaris, I believe Anonymous may be putting up a strong front. During her walk, she was searching for a bar, and after we directed her to one, she had several strong drinks. Its not my place to make assumptions, but I think she's hurting inside."

>"I felt that way as well," Solaris replies, "I'm just unsure what we can do to help."

>"If Iay be so bold as to suggest, perhaps an escort may help. There are a lot of good ones out there you can proverbially spill your guts to, while they are sworn to confidentiality. Or so I've heard."

>Solaris ponders this a moment, the guard nervously shifting his weight from one hoof to the other.

>"Thats an excellent idea, thank you. I will contact one now."

>"Always glad to help, my prince."

>Meanwhile, your quest for the kitchen has come to a successful completion, and you're now packing a pair of delicious smelling muffins.

>Biting into it makes your stomach growl, but that is quickly sated as the food reaches your digestive tract.

"Ah, nothing settles the stomach like freshly baked food," you exclaim while patting your belly.

>Wandering around the castle for a while, the evening finally starts to roll in and you drift back towards your room.

>Something is wrong, though, as you reach your door, you feel it has been unlocked.

>With a sigh, you push open the door, expecting to find that creepy stallion from before.

>Instead, you find...