I woke to the sound of heavy breathing, and blinked my eyes open to the most awkward-looking sight I had seen since I had seen myself do it in a mirror; Turkey lay with her face smooshed against the floor, one of her forelegs resting beside it. Her hind legs held her rump up in the air, her tail resting over her back, while the other of her forelegs was awkwardly rubbing up against her wet vagina.
I blinked a few times, then felt the need to squeeze my hindlegs together as the sight stirred something inside. I had seen Turkey in the light of my magic, her colours as vibrant as they would be in Equestria, and it had been enough for me to develop feelings for her. Feelings I couldn't quite explain.
No, wait. It had started before. When she leaned in against me on the road. That soft touch I had been so unfamiliar with.
Or had it been the simple fact I had watched her transform while I held her down with my hooves? Had that created some kind of magical bond between us that had festered and taken possession of me?
I fidgeted a little as my mind was trying to figure out when I had started to feel for this former human, this pony now exploring her mare bits in plain sight of me, but my mind was slowly drowned out by the smells and sounds wafting through the air.
Ignoring the sounds of a thousand humans all talking among one another while shopping. Those were two closed doors away. No, the stuttering breaths let out by Turkey, the withheld moans as she imagined me still being asleep, the soft squish of her hoof pressing up against her nethers.
The smell of her arousal was clear, even above that of the cinnamon buns wafting in from the mall area. To be honest, the cinnamon scent added to my own arousal from the smell, and I soon was on my hooves to push my muzzle up against her wet rump, breathing her scent in deeply!
"A-Ahn!" Turkey exclaimed as my muzzle joined her hoof, and I felt her shudder in place from the unexpected touch. Knowing she would protest if I gave her a chance, my tongue quickly lashed out to lap over her crotch and I found her hoof fall down as she lost all control over it.
I licked my muzzle and ducked my head between her hindlegs, making sure my horn rested right up against her vagina. "Tongue or horn?" I simply asked, and I saw the confusion on the mare's face.
"I... I don't... I..." Turkey started, and I pressed my horn up against her nethers a bit more, the tip barely slipping in. "AAH... H...hor... nnngh..." she gasped, and I tilted my head to let my horn slip in more.
Turkey moaned from the feeling and I tilted my head further, letting my horn slip in until it was at the right angle, and then pushing it slowly into her body. I stopped as her rump hit my forehead, and then grinned softly to myself as I focused my energy into my horn, making it spark with magic potential.
It was just a tease, really, I did not mean for her to suddenly orgasm on my face... but she did, and I closed my eyes from the splashes of her climax washing out against them! The mare's voice rang out in her excitement, and her wings were flapping oddly in just about any direction, but there was nothing I could do about it. Trying to silence her with my magic would just send her into another orgasm...
As her first orgasm as a mare ran its course, I felt Turkey's weight settle on my horn and slowly lowered my head to let her rest on the floor, then pulled my horn out from her once she stopped grabbing at it with her inner muscles. I lifted a hoof up to wipe my face clean, then looked at the spasming pony on the floor.
"Well, now... I said you were getting a gift when I accidentally transformed you," I started with a grin, still keeping my hind legs close together as the event had made me quite aroused myself. "I just didn't know you were this excited about it."
Turkey cast me a hopeless attempt at an evil stare, but then drooped her ears while trying to catch her breath. I took a few steps around her to stand closer to her face, then put my soiled foreleg in front of her.
"Now, considering I was so kind to help you just now," I started, and I saw Turkey's eyes grow larger as she seemed to get the point before I had voiced it, "perhaps you can repay the favor by cleaning my hoof for me? Just look at the mess you made."
Turkey swallowed and looked up from my hoof, shaking her head meekly.
"No?" I wondered, raising an eyebrow and feeling something wet slide down the side of my face. "It's a natural thing for us ponies to lick each other clean after copulation, you know?"
Turkey winced and struggled to scamper away, only leading to her falling properly on her side and flailing her weakened limbs at me. "Please..."
I frowned at Turkey and felt a larger blob of wetness droop down in the middle between my eyes, then off the side of my muzzle. I licked it away and had to close my eyes a moment as I savoured the taste. "Hm... for Celestia's sake... if you don't do it soon, I'll have to lick it myself. You taste... hmm..." I found myself muttering.
Turkey let out a soft whine, but I felt her head move closer to my hoof and then a tongue carefully touching just a single part of it before retreating again. "Ew..." she muttered, and pulled back again, trying to get her hooves under her.
I shrugged at her and leaned my head down myself, watching droplets fall on the floor as I proceeded to lick my own hoof clean, then used it to wipe my face again. "Suit yourself," I shrugged.
It took me a while to get everything out of my fur, and I even had to use my magic and some tapwater to clean my face properly. All the while Turkey just stood awkwardly in a corner of the room, her rump up in the corner, her head hung low, and her eyes watching me in a mixture of horror and genuine interest at watching me clean myself.
Considering she most likely would not come out of that corner on her own, I simply picked her up with my magic, turned her upside-down so her flailing hooves would be facing the ceiling, and used more tapwater to clean her where needed. Once that was done I set her down again and snorted at her.
"You're going to have to face facts here sometime, Turkey hun," I offered to her. "Next time I may not be around to clean you, so you best get used to doing it yourself."
Turkey shuffled a hoof over the floor and blushed, looking away. "I just..." she started, and I turned an ear to her while using my magic to clean the wet spots off of the floor.
"You just?" I repeated.
Turkey shrugged and flopped down on the floor, and I could clearly hear her stomach growl. My own decided to follow suit and I raised an eyebrow.
"Turkey? What time is it?" I asked, turning the faucet off and walking over to the lounge door to look out into the storefront. "It's still light outside, so it can't be evening yet."
"Around four in the afternoon, I would guess?" Turkey offered, happy for the change in subject.
"How would you come to that conclusion?" I wondered, looking back at her past my rump.
"Well, there were a lot of children coming in a little while ago," Turkey revealed. "The schools close around three and it takes them a bit to get from there to here, so it's somewhere between half past three and four."
"It's amazing how you were able to deduce that what with your hoof half buried in your crotch, hun," I joked, but Turkey immediately looked away again. I closed the door and wandered over, moving my right forehoof under her cheek and lifting it so she was looking at me.
"Hey, it's ok. I used to experiment as well when I was going through puberty," I offered to her rose eyes, and she stared up at my own blue ones. "It's a perfectly normal thing for mares to do. Don't let anypony tell you different."
"Yeah, but that's the whole problem, isn't it?" Turkey wondered, her cheeks flushing again.
"Is it?" I asked, letting my hoof drop and sitting down in front of the Pegasus mare to get on the same level with her.
Turkey nodded and started to look away, but as I raised my eyebrow she stopped herself. "Y...yeah, it is."
I shrugged and leaned in to kiss her on her nose. "So you weren't a mare before, big deal. The fact is that you are one now. Whatever you were when you were a human, it doesn't matter," I told her.
"It doesn't?" she asked, her ears flicking in confusion.
"No, hun. You're a pony in your own right, and cute to boot," I offered with a wink. "As for hoofing yourself off just now, I already said that that's natural. Don't be too embarrassed about it, ok? I'm not."
"You weren't the one getting fucked by a horn," Turkey muttered, then went wide-eyed and repeated it to herself. "I got fucked by a unicorn's horn..."
I rolled my eyes at her and used a hoof to give her a noogie. "Right, and if you're a good filly I may do it again."
Turkey's face blanked at the offer, and I shook my head at her in amusement.
"So, how about we figure out where that cinnamon smell comes from and we go steal us some food, hm?" I tried, changing the subject for the benefit of the turquoise Pegasus' mental health.