"That is correct, Michael," she stated flatly. "I've never seen anything like it before -- a portal opening up and you two passing through it," she added as she paced around us, inspecting us closely. She took a moment to pet Nanaimo, who once again cooed softly under the touch of a human. "I like you, Nanaimo, you're very cute," she said softly, smiling warmly at the mare. "I was hoping to get a cute mare in Ponyville, but the mayor of that town won't let us have any of their ponies as our companions." She continued to scratch the mare behind her ears, earning more cooing, Nanaimo seeming to lean into the mayor's touch. My gaze was starting to harden, my jealousy clouding my emotions.
"Nanaimo," I stated firmly. I glared sternly at the mayor. "Mayor, I believe you've given Nanaimo enough affection," I averred, my tone sounding a bit harder than maybe I should have, but damnit, this mare was giving herself away too freely for my liking!
"Aw, come on, Michael, why not let me have Nanaimo for awhile? You can go to Ponyville and get any mare you want!" she pleaded. She continued her ministrations on the pony, who reveled in the pleasure of her touch.
"I thought you said the mayor of that town won't let any of her ponies leave that place," I noted. I gave the mayor a quizzical look, my confusion coloring my words.
"Well, you see, the thing is this -- you're a male, and you can get or have pretty much anything you want, just by asking for it -- but we girls, even though there's ten times as many of us as you guys, we have to pay for everything! And I've never had a pony of my own! I've always wanted a pony," she said, her tone indicating a level of hope and sincerity I had seldom heard in my life. She made a very persuasive case. I was pondered her words, mulling over several possibilities. She continued her ministrations on Nanaimo, who was now moaning in pleasure as the mayor worked her way around the mare, even going so far as to tease the mare's nether regions. She mashed her face between the pony's hocks, under her dock and gave a quick lick, eliciting a particularly lascivious moan of pleasure from the mare.
"Um, mayor, would you please be so kind as to stop doing that?" I asked, my anger beginning to rise.
"Mmmh, Michael, please let her keep going, this feels soooo good!" Nanaimo begged, her words tinged with her arousal. "Besides, you can go to Ponyville and get another mare," she added as she reveled in the affection the mayor was giving her.
"Um, Nanaimo, I thought you were MY pony," I replied, my tone indicating my level of displeasure with the turn events had taken thus far. My anger continued to rise. "Mayor, I would request you stop doing that now, please," I stated diplomatically, trying my best to hide my displeasure with her.
"Aw, come on, Michael," Nanaimo pleaded. "Mmmh, keep going, mayor, that feels so nice," she added breathily. I noticed a small puddle of liquid on the floor beneath the mare's hind legs, indicating just now much she was enjoying the mayor's touch.
"Mayor, I was under the impression that you would have some answers for me regarding certain questions about this world -- um, you might have noticed that I'm not from here, and neither is Nanaimo," I opined, trying to distract the two from further displays of affection. "And if you're going to do that, shouldn't you take it to one of the sex shops I've been told about?"
Both the mayor and the pony sighed in annoyance at my successful attempt to dissuade them from further intimate activity.
"Ugh, fine, ask away," the mayor replied, her annoyance quite evident in her tone. She flashed a sultry grin at the mare, who returned her grin as well. This did not go unnoticed by me and I glared at both of them in disapproval.
"I was told that it was possible for me to be turned into a female," I said, a hint of optimism in my voice. The mayor chuckled at me and Nanaimo flashed me a hurt look.
"Of course, Michael, that's quite easy for the physical body healers, they can turn you into practically anything you want, within reason, of course!" she chuckled. "But why would you want to be female? Being male gives you so many advantages, you can have any female you want, you can have anything you want just by asking for it -- we females are required to pay for anything a male wants, even if it's a house," she added. Her tone indicated a great deal of incredulity, she had never encountered a guy who was seriously interested in becoming a female like so many of the other girls he had observed on his trek here.
"Um, it's a long story," I replied. "Have you ever heard of gender dysphoria?" I asked in an attempt to get the mayor to see things from my point of view.
"What's that?" she asked. Nanaimo's expression mirrored that of the mayor, as neither of them had ever heard such a term before.
"Let me put it this way -- I'm very curious to experience what it would be like to be a female," I replied. My mind raced with the thought of riding a payment machine to experience an extremely intense orgasm. It had been a very long time since I had experienced one of those.
"Well, Michael, I'm sure it can be made a reality for you, but I would caution you against it -- you see, life for you males is a lot easier than it is for us females," she stated. "It might look like fun, but that's because you're not from around here, nor have you been educated to our customs and culture. Being female is very hard for us," she added, her tone a bit firm. Her gaze almost seemed to have hardened somewhat, though I couldn't decipher it completely.
"Well, I understand that, but -- I feel an overwhelming desire to experience being female -- I feel as though I was supposed to be female when I was born," I averred, my words tinged with a deep desire. "But I'm also interested in visiting Ponyville as well, seeing as you mentioned it -- and you're not the only one who mentioned it as well. I would also hope Nanaimo could accompany me to Ponyville, too."
"Well, Michael, a visit to Ponyville can be arranged for tomorrow -- but you cannot take Nanaimo with you, as she would be required to stay in Ponyville. Why not let her stay with me? I'll make sure she's happy," the mayor stated, her tone indicating a softness and warmth which seemed quite inviting to the mare. Said mare smiled at the mayor, then turned her gaze towards me. I noticed she flashed me the cute puppy-dog eyes look at me, which made my heart melt.
"How long are you going to keep her for? I would like to have her sleep with me tonight, after all, I did pay over nine hundred dollars for her," I replied. The mayor expressed a degree of surprise as did the pony.
"I don't understand the concept of 'dollars' -- could you elaborate for me?" the mayor asked.
"The dollar is a unit of currency where I came from -- over the course of two weeks, my paycheck would generally be around thirteen hundred dollars or so," I replied. Nanaimo let a low whistle escape her lips. The mayor seemed somewhat surprised.
"You -- you traded -- the time you worked -- for -- money?" she asked, her tone indicating great surprise. "We have a museum of labor -- I never would have thought I'd encounter someone who actually exchanged time worked for money," she uttered softly, her level of surprise quite obvious at this point. "And -- you -- you -- exchanged money for this pony?"
"Yes, I did -- but at the time, she was just a stuffed plush doll, not alive, just something for me to cuddle with when I went to sleep at night," I replied, matter-of-factly. I turned my attention to the mare at this point, her level of surprise matching that of the mayor. "I love you, Nanaimo, I want you to be with me forever," I uttered softly to her. She blushed hard at my confession.
"Um, I didn't realize I meant that much to you, Michael," the mare responded softly, her cheeks rouge with a deep blush. She struck a bashful pose at this point, eliciting a grin from the mayor.
"I didn't know she meant that much to you, Michael -- but if you're going to visit Ponyville, I would strongly advise you to leave Nanaimo behind, because the ponies in Ponyville are very strict when it comes to letting their ponies become attached to humans. If you love her as much as you say you do, I would hate for her to be taken from you in Ponyville -- you'd only be able to be with her when you could visit her, and she would be required to stay there if you take her there."
"Is Ponyville similar to this city?" asked Nanaimo.
"Yes it is, except for everything there is run by ponies," the mayor replied.
"I'd probably get lost over there," I mused aloud.
"Well, Michael, there are guide ponies there, too -- they can show you around their city," the mayor offered brightly. "And while you're there, you can still get pretty much anything you want for free, just by asking for it -- but the mares there will have to pay for your stuff." She turned her attention to Nanaimo at this point. "Well, my dear girl, do you want to stay with me while your human tours Ponyville?"
"But you said he can go there tomorrow -- I want to spend tonight with him, if that's okay with you," the mare responded meekly.
"Of course, of course -- but when Michael returns tomorrow, I would request you join him so you can stay with me for a few days," the mayor answered warmly.
"Um, mayor -- we haven't even been here for a few days -- we just got here yesterday," I announced, exasperation coloring my words.
"That's okay, Michael, Ponyville will welcome you with open hooves," the mayor chirped. "But we've spent enough time talking as it is -- you and your mare need to go back home and get some rest -- tomorrow is another day!"