>You are Anon, and you are hurting bad
>A freak accident involving a hot air balloon, some power lines, and a skydiving group of Elvis impersonators has caused you to be transported to the magical land of Equestria
>Don’t get ahead of me, that was the good part.  Wave after wave of superior horse pussy crashed against the dry, desertlike, desiccated shores of Mt. Anon.  It was heaven.
>Unfortunately, a certain purple sperg, worried about you ruining your chances for a respectable herd, decided to unilaterally send you back to Earth.  Luckily, it wasn’t your earth she sent you to.
>Unluckily, it’s still an annoying as fuck matriarchy where you get treated like a 6 year old girl.  
>TFW you finally understand that one song by No Doubt.
>Due to weird timey whimey stuff, you’ve been reduced to a freshman in physical stature, if not mental.  Celestia and Luna have become your legal guardians because fuck it why not.  You lived with them in Equestria so sure.  But there is no castle here, just 2 thirsty as fuck middle aged spinsters in dead end jobs with opposite schedules in a 2 bedroom house.  2 extremely sexy alcoholic spinsters who walk around their messy house in their panties and a giant t shirt, scratching themselves, drinking malt liquor, and watching professional volleyball games.  Because that is the big thing is this crazy topsy turvy madhouse world.
>You are tempted to partake of the sumptuous bounty before you but a small and extremely insistent part of you keeps screaming bloody stranger danger murder whenever you’re left alone with either of them.  It’s unsettling as fuck, and your balls, used to making daily deposits in every mare you saw, are starting to feel like that one time you slammed your hand in a car door.
>Oh shit, it’s Luna.  She walks into the living room, yawning.  Her eyes are scrunched tightly shut, hand politely covering her mouth, her raised elbow pulling the corner of her large t shirt up.  Her hair is a mousey mess, curls and clumps sticking every which way.  She drops down into her recliner like a sack of potatoes.  Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looks over and smiles at you
>”Greetings Anonymous, tis a fine evening, do the you thing?”
>Fedora tipping intensifies.  The creepiness shakes you to your core, despite the sexy as fuck spectacle before you.  Luna pulls one knee to her chest, the shirt sliding back giving you an unimpeded view of her panties.
>”Perhaps you could bring us a malted beverage?  You can have a small one too if you wish,” she adds, a friendly smile on her lips.
>You shiver again.  Jesus fuck body, get your shit together.  You head to the fridge, grabbing her a PBR.  Handing it to her, you head off to bed.  Luna looks sad.  It hurts you right in the feels, but you seriously can’t help it.  Maybe you’re tired?
“Night Luna, I’ve got to get up early tomorrow.”
>”I’ve told you, call me Auntie when we are home.  This is your home now Nonny, and we want you to feel safe.  Do try to stick with your stallion friends tomorrow.  Its really not safe for you to wander all alone unattended.”
>Huh, no creep vibe on that one.
“I’ll be fine Auntie.  Night.”
>You head to your room.  The 2 sisters have shared a bedroom since you’ve moved in.  It kind of makes you feel like shit, but they insisted, saying a growing boy needs his privacy.  You strip down to your boxers and pass right out.
>Morning, first real day of school.  Still wearing just your boxers, you make your Aunt’s a nice healthy breakfast of bacon, bacon, pancakes, and extra bacon.  They seemed to like it, if their slightly uncomfortable moans were any indication.  Despite your protestations they drive you to your first day at Canterlot High.  You uneventfully make your way from the teacher’s parking lot to homeroom, that is uneventful right up until the point where you are suddenly grabbed and dragged into an empty class room.
“Hellooo there young man.  Strolling in late, are we?”
>You look at your watch it’s, 0720, I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me
“Uhh, I’m nearly an hour early mam.”
>You are about half a head taller than the tan, blonde, matronly, blue eyed, middle aged woman in front of you, ie your fetish, so why are you feeling so uneasy?  You had no problem fucking talking horses of every age bracket back in Equestria.  You look down at her purple blazer, the top buttons undone giving you an amazing view of her cleavage.  She notices you looking and smirks.
“That’s Miss Harshwinny, and don’t get smart with me, young man.  Wandering the halls without a pass is a big offense.”
>She steps closer.  You can smell alcohol on her breath.  The illogical creepy feeling is yelling in your head to run but your dick is screaming yes take me mare meat.  Her slight belly pooch rubs against you.  She smiles a predatory grin as her hand moves to softly caress your stiffening cock.
>”And what do we have here, young man?  There better not be any contraband tucked in here…”
>Quickly she unfastens your belt, dropping your pants to the floor in a fluid well practiced motion.  Dropping to her knees she began to nuzzle and sniff your crotch through your boxers.
>“Mmm, yes… I could tell you were a little slut the moment I saw you in the parking lot.  Walking out of the principal’s car with no shame at all.”
“That wasaaaaa-“
>She quickly pulled down your waistband, guiding your cock directly into her eager mouth.  Her blue eyes bored into you as her head bobbed up and down, stopping occasionally to suckle the tip.
>“I do hope you are taking this seriously young man.”
“Ahhhh, I am Miss Harshwinny!”
>She paused to lovingly nuzzle your cock, her soft hands caressing your butt cheeks.
>”Call me mommy.”
>Using your ass as leverage, she deep throats you, pushing you over the edge.  Your grab the back of her head, your arms shaking from intensity.  After what feel like minutes your arms finally relax, letting Miss Harshwinny slide off.  She loving licks your dick clean, stands up, and fixes her hair in one smooth motion.  Wiping her mouth, she regards you as you shakily pull your pants back up.
>”Let that be a lesson, young man.”
>You have no idea what the lesson  was.  Had oral sex, doesn’t matter.
>”Remember, my door is always open.”
>She shoos you out the door, promptly slamming it behind you.
“I, what?”
>You head to the bathroom to clean yourself up.  As you wash your face off a group of guys come in.
>”Oh. My. God Caramel!  You total slut.  Holding *hands* with Minuette, you know she’s just after the D-“
>They notice you.  You freeze, knowing their vision is based on movement.
>”Heéeeey new guy!”
>Shit.  Must have been the water coming out of the faucet that gave you away.
“Hi.”
>Introductions happen.  It’s Caramel, Thunderlane, and Blueblood, Celestia and Luna’s nephew.
>”Soooo, you’re like, living with my creepy aunts?”
>Creep feeling confirmed not just you.  After spending 15 minutes lounging on the bathroom couch (wtf is up with that?!) and gossiping about all the school Trixie’s you should look out for (definitely going in your DTF book) you all head to class.
>It goes ok.  You chat around, getting a feel for your classmates.  Non-pony Twilight and company have been warned of your friendliness by pancake princess.  Sunset looks like she might be game if her knickering is any indication.  You catch Moondancer staring at you intensely.  She quickly turns away and sticks her head back in her book.  You note the large amount of “sweater” perched on her desktop as she leans forward.  Girl has a rack on her.
>The bell rings.  The rest of your classes go similarly until gym class taught by Stormy Flare.  
>”So class, today we will be ruuuuuuuuh”
>She stops mid sentence.  Cue Ferris Bueller song.  Chikachikaw.  Being the massive slut you are, you specifically got your uniform in size small.  The white dry fit shirt is stretched tight against your chest, the red short shorts gently cupping and caressing your balls with authority.  You feel the eyes of 15 teenage girls and 1 thirsty teacher drillingg into you.  You make sure to stretch especially thoroughly, touch your toes and pull your leg back.  There’s a collective “umf” when they realize you aren’t wearing underwear.  
>Since gym is the last class today, everyone else seems to vanish afterwards.  You are washing up in the showers when you hear someone enter.  Oh yeah, someone took the bait.
>”I s-s-saw what you did out there.  You’re a s-slut, just like in my neighponese visual novels.”
>Oh, it’s Moondancer.  You’d definitely a Moondancer.  You cut the water and continue to soap up as you turn to face her, not bothering to cover anything up.  She’s still wearing the sweater, but nothing else.  Smooth, pale legs poke out from underneath, ending in cute little feet.  Her face is determined, but her hands are stiff and shaking as she accuses you of slutdom.
“Is that so?  Well, what are you gonna do about it?”
>”W-well, since you are a slut then no one will care if I have m-my way with you!”
>She stomps forward stiffly, her feet pattering against the tile floor.  It’s kinda cute how she’s ohheyshegrabbedyourdick.
>”Its so warm…”
>She softly strokes your cock, it quickly stiffening in her hand.  She tugs you back towards the locker area.  You follow, guided as we all are, by your dick.  There’s a large comfy couch in here for some odd reason.  Moondancer sits down.  She continues to stroke you for a few more seconds before she stops.  Leaning back into the cushions, she lifts her bulky sweater slightly.  Your mouth waters as a perfectly smooth pussy is revealed.  You would have bet bush.
>”L-lick it.  You s-slut.”
>Grabbing her calves you push her backwards, eliciting an “Eeeep!”  You dig in with gusto, the memory of endless candy flavored horse vag still fresh in your mind.  The taste of strawberry jolly rancher fills your mouth.  10 minutes pass.  Moondancer squirms as you continue to literally eat her pussy like it was made of candy, but you keep a firm grip on her legs.   Her glasses quickly fog as she shudders, her breath hitching.
>”F-fuuuu…”
>You pause.
“Trying to say something Moony?”
>”F-fuck me already y-you asshole!”
>You oblige the cute sweaty panting need girl.  You slide your cock up and down her slit, slowly working your way inside.  There’s little resistance as it easily slides inside, hilting.  You reach under her sweater and pull it up, exposing her breasts.  You grip her tits tightly as you begin to begin to pump your cock in and out.  It doesn’t take long to build up a good rhythm, and you are rewarded with sexy girly panting noises.  Moondancer suddenly stiffens again, her crazy horsewoman vagina muscles desperately gripping and massaging your cock for your cum.  You thrust and hilt, filling her with your seed.  She knickers and whinnies softly beneath you.
“… Wait, are you the Equestria Moondancer?”