> Hybrid Vigor
>  by Some Leech
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> and Anon's Rigor
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“Anon! Hey, Anonymous!” Twilight excitedly called out, as she burst through the doors of the Friendship Castle. “I have someone I want you to meet! Anonymous, where are you?” she shouted, peering down the hallways to her left and right.

Lounging in the companion control center, his name for the friendship map room, Anon groaned. Twilight’s voice always had some way of reverberating off of the crystalline structures of her castle. As such, ignoring her, especially when she was enthusiastic about something, was next to impossible. “What?!?” he yelled, looking up from his issue of Stallion’s Quarterly. While he wasn’t a horse, he still found some of the articles useful or, at the very least, entertaining; although, that hadn’t always been the case.

Anon had found himself in Equestria several months ago, waking up in a field a few miles from Canterlot. Be damned if he could explain why he’d ended up in pastel pony land, or who had sent him, but he’d arrived all the same. Upon his discovery of the brightly colored denizens of the world, and after a brief inquisition from the Princesses, he’d been freed and put under Twilight Sparkle’s care. Without knowing exactly what to do with the bewildered human, the little purple alicorn had given him a job as the caretaker of the Friendship Castle. Since she and her friends spent most of their time at the School of Friendship, and with Spike’s subsequent promotion, the castle was left unattended for large periods of time. It was a pretty sweet gig; basically, all Anon had to do was light cleaning duties and sign for packages.

To Anon’s amazement, integrating with Equestrian society was pretty easy; like, astonishingly easy. All of the ponies, and various other intelligent creatures, were surprisingly cheerful and accepting. Barring the rare exception, almost everyone greeted him fondly and didn’t act like he was a big, weird, bipedal man-beast. Hell, since he’d arrived, he’d even made a fair number of acquaintances, joined a bowling league, and even gone on a date or two. For whatever reason, Anon just found dealing with the amicable creatures of this world far easier than he did with humans. Back on Earth, he’d never had that many friends; but in Equestria, it was a different story.

“Anon!” Twilight’s voice echoed nearer, causing the man to drop his magazine.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Just hold your horses!” Anon grunted, swinging his feet from the Friendship Map. One of his very, very few complaints about being stuck in magical horse land was the negligent overuse of cute words; Friendship, Harmony, Love, Tolerance, they were all well and good, but you couldn’t throw a stone without tagging the such-and-such monument of friendship. Still, as diabetically sweet and eyerollingly annoying as it could be, it wasn’t terrible. Trudging out into the hallway, Anon was greeted by his employer, and a creature he’d never seen before.

“Nice of you to show up, Anon. I wanted to introduce you to Autumn Blaze,” Twilight giggled, waving at her guest.

Stooping down, Anon offered a hand. “Hi, I’m Anonymous, but you can call me Anon. I’m a human,” he politely intoned, although he didn’t know what manner of beast she was, she was certainly cute. Autumn was roughly the size of a regular pony; that is to say, her head came up to his abdomen. Her hooves, unlike a regular equines, were cloven, and an exceedingly bushy, burnt orange hair covered her head, neck, chest, fetlocks, as well as the underside of her tail. Her coat was a creamy color, but green scales covered her back and a strip over her forehead and snout, leaving a trail from a gnarled crimson horn down to her nose. Lastly, she had an odd split crimson horn sprouting from her crown.

“Oh my gosh, you’re Anonymous? It’s so nice to meet you! Twilight told me all about you and your weird human fingers!” Autumn prattled, as she shook his hand and examined his digits.

“Heh, I hope she didn’t say anything too bad,” Anon retorted, gingerly retracting his limb. One of Twilight’s foibles, particularly with him, was an eccentric interest in him. She’d never done anything to hurt him, but she certainly wasn’t afraid to ask him any number of inappropriate questions. Since she was scientifically minded, he couldn’t really blame her, although it could be tiresome, especially when the subject matter was overly personal.

“Not at all! She just said you were a nice guy and that it may be worth it to pay you a visit, considering I was volunteered to be the kirin ambassador,” Autumn explained, beaming up at the man.

“So you’re a kirin?” Anon asked, squatting down to get a better look at the mare. He’d heard the name before, back on Earth, but he thought they were some sort of eastern dragon creature. Given her horn and scales, he could see how someone may mistake her for being partially reptile, although she appeared to be a mammal of some sort.

“Yup, that’s what I am. Not surprised you haven’t seen one of us before, nopony really has. Yeah, that’s what happens when your entire species is secluded on the Peaks of Peril by your ruler and forced into a vow of silence for over a century, but you know how it goes,” Autumn cheerfully chattered, dramatically waving a hoof around in the process. Before she could give the man a chance to respond, she trotted around him, inspecting him from head to toe. “So,” she began, looking over his limbs and torso, “you’re a human, huh? Twilight said you just kind of POOFed into Equestria, and you’re not sure how you got here. Well, she did mention something about a mirror that leads to a bizarro world filled with people versions of ponies, except they stay the same color as their counterparts, but you’re not from that human world.”

“I…” Anon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could already tell, it was going to be one of those days. Autumn kind of reminded him of Pinkie Pie, the extraordinarily energetic earth pony, however the kirin wasn’t quite as spastic.

“Anon, how about you show our guest to the Friendship Map, while I make us some tea,” Twilight interjected, trotting off towards the kitchen. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be there in a jiffy. Just, you know, get comfortable and stuff,” she added, rounding a corner and disappearing from view.

“Oh yeah! She mentioned the Friendship Table, that’s how they found us kirin!” Autumn announced, watching the man stand.

“Come on, it’s right down here,” Anon huffed, wheeling around towards the meeting room. “So, you guys have been under a vow of silence? Like monks or something?” he asked, peering down at the curious quadruped.

“Sooooo much more boring than monks. We literally had to take a dip in some crazy magic stream, couldn’t talk until we found some magic herbs to fix it. It was a thing, let me tell you,” Autumn replied. “Thankfully, Applejack and Fluttershy helped everyone understand they were being silly, and now we’re going to try to branch out a bit. You know, maybe send some foals to Twilight’s school and stuff,” she continued.

“Yeah that’s…” Anon trailed off, as his eyes wandered to the girl’s hindquarters. Watching her plump and well rounded buns glide past each other, he realized what he was doing and shook his head. “That sounds like a nice idea,” he concluded, befuddled as to why he’d be openly checking out the kirin’s rump.

“Oh man, is it working on you already?” Autumn blurted, her smile broadening significantly.

“Is what working?” Anon shot back, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Immediately, he began reexamining everything which had occurred since Twilight’s arrival. The alicorn had, on several occasions, attempted to use him as a guinea pig for spellcraft or potions; but he quickly ruled those options out. Neither Twilight’s or Autumn’s horns had shown any sign of magical activity, and he hadn’t eaten or drinken anything for the last hour or so.

“My charming mane, silly,” Autumn responded, hopping along on three hooves, while the fourth primped the wooly hair about her head and neck. “I had it styled this morning, was hoping someone would notice,” she added, grinning up at him. “Wait!” she gasped, halting in her tracks.
“Anon, you haven’t ever felt a kirin’s mane, have you?” she pressed, aghast.

“N...no?” Anon sputtered, stopping and turning to face her. How in the hell could he have felt a kirin’s mane before, if he hadn’t known they existed less than ten minutes before? It did look remarkably soft, tantalizingly so. Looking at her face, he fought the compulsion to let his gaze wander over her body. Seriously, what the hell was going on? He’d only just met this weird dragon-horse lady and he was having to fight himself from ogling her.

“Ok, Anon, you are totally gonna love my mane, let me tell you,” Autumn snickered.

“A...alright,” Anon stammered. Judging from her impish tone, he wasn’t sure he knew what she meant by the comment, or if he wanted to know. Walking along, and keeping his eyes forward to avoid any temptation of eying his charge, he headed to their destination. Mercifully, Autumn had remained silent, opting to marvel at the castle’s interior, instead of chattering incessantly. It didn’t take them long to reach the map room. Opening the door, Anon ushered the mare inside.

“Wow,” Autumn breathed, surveying the room. As her eyes settled onto the table, she rushed to its side. Without warning, she leapt onto the magical artifact, to stand amidst the holographic overlay of Equestria.

Anon smiled, amused by the kirin’s wonder. Strolling back to Twilight’s seat, his favored spot, he plopped down. The map was a damn impressive tool; not only did it display the entire continent, but it would highlight areas for “friendship problems”. Snatching up his discarded magazine, he made himself comfortable, while the Autumn entertained herself with the cartographic device. Flipping through the pages, and searching for the article on this season’s buckball championship, he awaited the Princess’ return. That was, until he saw a frizzy reddish-brown tuft of hair, from above his publication.

“So,” Autumn began, “about my mane.”

“So you have a nice mane, what about it?” Anon dismissively noted, trying his best to avoid a protracted conversation with the curiously alluring mare. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, as the girl’s cloven hoof gently pressed the magazine downward. Now face to face with the kirin, he found himself captivated by her golden eyes. They weren’t much different from any other ponies, but something about them was just bewitching.

“So?” Autumn asked, resting on her haunches and primping the thatch of fur about her neck.

“So...what?” Anon countered, somewhat confused.

“My mane, silly!” Autumn laughed, waving away the man’s confounded look.

Acting on impulse, Anon’s hand crept forward. As his fingers brushed over the silken fibers of her wool-like mane, he immediately withdrew his limb. What was he thinking? “S...sorry about that, I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off, noticing a smug look on her face. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, her forelegs rocketed forward to clutch his head and drag his mug directly into her fluffy bosom.

“You didn’t have to ask, you Goof!” Autumn chuckled, burying his face in her chest.

Although Anon had been caught off guard, initially attempting to pull away, his motions slowed as he inhaled the mare’s scent. With his visage entombed in her warm and soothing fur, he began to feel somewhat lightheaded. “I...wha…” he ineffectually mumbled, finding himself caressing her with his cheek. The mare’s scent was indescribable, an infuriating mix of spice, earthy notes, and the barest hint of sweat. Now, it wasn’t like Anon went around sniffing ponies, only a degenerate would do something like that, but he had noticed that a great many equines smelled exactly as you’d expect them to. Typically, their fragrance reflected whatever hygiene products they preferred to use, although the Kirin’s odour was, as far as he could tell, natural and subtle.

“Oh, I see you two are getting along swimmingly!” Twilight announced, trotting to the table and jarring Anon from his stupor. Casually, she set two piping hot mugs of tea on the map’s surface, before affixing the man with a gleeful stare.

Pulling back, and feeling a bit woozy, Anon glanced over to the alicorn. “It’s not what you think!” he hastily asserted.

“It’s not?” Twilight pressed, trotting over to his chair. Peeking to his groin, a wry grin split her features. “So...that’s not an erection in your pants?” she nonchalantly asked, thrusting a hoof at the bulge in his jeans.

Anon’s eyes darted to his crotch; where, low and behold, there was the distinct imprint of an erection. “Did you do this? Is this some sort of magical pony bullshit?” he bleated, shakily reaching for the tea that Twilight had delivered. ‘None of this made any sense,’ he thought to himself, distractedly sipping the steaming beverage.

“Nope, no ‘magical pony bullshit’, as you put it, here! Anon, I assure you, as your friend and employer, I haven’t done anything to elicit your physiological response. In fact, the fault lies solely upon Autumn Blaze’s cute little shoulders. Isn’t that right, Autumn?” Twilight asked, smiling over to the kirin.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Anon. I guess Twilight was right,” Autumn bashfully admitted, getting to her hooves and stepping over to her tea.

“I...I’m not sure I follow,” Anon perplexedly remarked, while he watched the dragon-horse’s derriere. Inattentively, he continued to drink from the mug Twilight had brought.

“Allow me to explain. Kirin have a number of fascinating biological traits; among them being exceptionally long lifespan, having powers comparable to a unicorn, a durable hide, transformative capabilities linked to their emotional state, and a remarkably intriguing reproductive cycle,” Twilight lectured. “You see, one of the drawbacks of their protracted isolation and longevity is that the kirin only go into estrus once every dozen years or so. Of course, having a society that’s wholly comprised of females also led to some interesting evolutionary developments,” she continued.

“Wait, they’re all girls?” Anon inquired, glancing between Autumn and the Princess.

“Yup! And you have no idea how much of a headache that can be,” Autumn chirped, lazily fanning her tail from side to side.

“But how’s that possible?” Anon asked, setting his mug down. As far as he knew, only simple organisms could spontaneously reproduce, like worms and various microorganisms, which meant there had to be some other way the kirin were able to maintain a functional population.

“I’m glad you asked, Anon! As you may have surmised, having a small isolated society isn’t without problems. Even if male kirin existed, there would be the problem of eventual inbreeding and genetic instability. As such, they adapted in a phenomenal and peculiar manner of ensuring their survival. Their species are able to procreate with virtually any equine related male, be it pony, unicorn, pegasus, hippogriff, changeling, or even griffons!” Twilight excitedly elucidated. She was relatively certain that the man had finished his beverage and, judging from the dreamy look in his eyes, her plans were moving forward as expected.

“So,” Anon gulped, a cold sweat breaking on his brow, “they can breed with anything?” Unsteadily, he dragged his eyes from Autumn’s rump, to leer at Twilight. Something wasn’t right. In all his time in Equestria, he’d never been this turned on by one of the quadrupedal denizens of the land, including that one time when Sassy Saddles came onto him in Rarity’s shop.

“We’re not sure if kirin can sire a foal with any creature, but that’s where you come in, Anon. Autumn Blaze just so happens to be in heat, if you haven’t figured that out, and she’s generously offered to test my hypothesis that they can conceive with any fertile male,” Twilight explained.

Anon’s jaw nearly hit the floor, upon hearing the alicorn’s words. “Wait, you want me to knock her up?” he spat, looking between the two in disbelief. He’d never breached the interspecies before, but now Twilight was wanting him to do it as part of some hair-brained experiment.

“Anon, look, it’s been way too long since I’ve gotten any sort of action. Oh man, let me tell ya, a mare can only diddle herself with gourds and vegetables for so long. I mean, just look at how worked up I am right now!” Autumn groaned, swinging her tail to the side and presenting herself to the man. Even before she’d been exiled from her village, the closest she’d gotten to a proper rutting was when she and Cinder Glow would service one another. While, at the time, it had served to scratch her itch, she’d never been properly plowed by a male of any species.

Now with a clear view of Autumn’s drooling marehood, Anon couldn’t look away. It resembled a pony’s, although there were some subtle differences. Dark, meaty lips marked her entrance, as well as a generous tuft of pubic hair. As he gazed longingly at the girl’s juicy and inviting vulva, it winked, momentarily exposing the rosy red interior and pronounced clitoris. He was so enraptured by the sight, that it took him a second to notice she was shuffling backward. Warily, his eyes darted between his empty teacup and the kirin’s tush. “Twi...what was in that tea…” he murmured, comprehending that he’d unwittingly downed the beverage.

“Oh, nothing special, just a potion to make you fire retardant,” Twilight replied. Before the scene could further unfold, she snatched up a notebook and pencil. There was no way in Tartarus she’d let this encounter go undocumented.

The mention of flame retardation, while confusing, wasn’t Anon’s primary concern. No, that honor went to the rapidly encroaching kirin muff making a bee-line towards him. Try as he might, he couldn’t look away, nor move a muscle. The fact that Autumn’s backside was at head level didn’t help him in the slightest. Impotently, he sat transfixed, as her posterior drew nearer and nearer, until it was a scant inch or so from his nose. The dragon-horse’s snatch was so close, he could feel the heat radiating off of it and, hoo boy, it was warm. He wouldn’t be surprised if he could roast a marshmallow off that succulent thing. To make matters worse, her musk was overpowering, leaving Anon with an almost drunken feeling.

“You know,” Autumn cooed, peering over her shoulder, “it tastes even better than it smells. How about you…” Taking one last step backward, she planted Anon’s face between her cheeks, allowing his nose to press into the folds of her sex.

Now finding his countenance ensconced betwixt her glutes, Anon was in a bit of a pickle. His body virtually screamed for him to leap into action, ripping off his pants and plowing her like a verdant field in spring; although he was still somewhat reluctant, mainly due to his inexperience in the matter of equine buggery, the fact that he’d just met this mare, and considering Twilight was nearly within arm’s reach. His trepidation, however, was fractured, as Autumn started to gyrate upon him.

“No, seriously, Cinder said I tasted like a cinnamon pancake. Anon, really, just get right in there, nopony is gonna blame ya,” Autumn insisted, smearing her juices on the man.

The sensation of Autumn’s marehood dragging over Anon lips was too much to bear. His tongue crept forward, caressing the girl’s silken interior. Straight away, his taste buds were coated in the piquant and mildly citrusy flavor of the kirin’s nectar. As his resolve withered away, Anon’s hands flew to her hips, allowing him to further press his face into her groin.

“That’s the spirit, Anon!” Twilight commented, furiously scribbling notes on her pad of paper. Thus far, it seemed as though her theory was correct. Kirins appeared to produce an intoxicating cocktail of pheromones which affected virtually any male. She’d performed a few cursory experiments on the citizens of Ponyville, simply to see if stallions would be influenced by Autumn’s alluring aroma; of course, they were, although the true test was to determine if it influenced any male. Considering Anon was quite literally an alien to their world, he was the ideal guinea pig.

“Mmmmm,” Autumn hummed, “you’re really getting into this, huh?” While the oral ministrations served as a welcome appetizer, she was more than ready for the main course. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to wait long, as she sensed movement behind her.

Firmly gripping Autum’s hips, Anon eager lapped away at her marehood. She really did taste kinda like a cinnamon pancake, glazed with some sort of fruity sauce. As he was steadily overcome with lust, his manhood railed against its confines, angrily straining against the interior of his pants. It wasn’t until his discomfort began to override his enjoyment that he leapt to action.

Hauling his mug from Autumn’s keister, Anon stood. Under normal circumstances, he would have never contemplated dropping in front of Twilight, but circumstances were far from normal. It was like his body was acting on auto-pilot, as his fingers fumbled with the button on his pants. He was so hard it hurt, and the only solution his lust crazed mind could think of was rutting the cheerful kirin standing before him. Growing more frustrated by the second, Anon simply ripped his slacks open, leaving his turgid shaft to spring forth. A trail of glistening pre-cum dangled from its throbbing tip, a sure sign, to both mares present, of his arousal.

The feeling of Anon’s digits digging into her hip, and the tip of his tool gliding against her entrance, sent a shiver through Autumn’s spine. “Go ahead, Stud,” she breathed heavily. Slowly, he pulled her to himself, while simultaneously pushing his waist forward. She shuddered, as his length ground into her canal. It felt absolutely amazing. The rounded head, with it slightly raised corona, scraped against her interior, while he delved deeper and deeper.

Once Anon had bottomed out, an accomplishment he questioned was possible, he paused. Not only was the kirin delightfully snug, but her body heat was utterly divine. Giving his partner, and himself, a moment to adjust to the insertion, he slowly moved his hips back, retracting his length from her clinging snatch. No sooner had half of his prick pulled free, than he slammed it back in, leaving the mare to throatily groan.

It was like a dream. Autumn's snatch was vastly superior to any human's; at least, Anon thought as much. The way her velvety interior contoured and caressed his shaft, how her cervix kissed his tip, and her overall warmth were beyond compare. As far as he was concerned, she was the best piece of ass he could have ever hoped for, and he was quickly losing himself to the moment. Playfully, he caressed her hip, caressing her as he pulled her to himself with each plunge.

It wasn’t like Autumn had much experience with males of any persuasion, but Anon’s cock was sublime; it seemed to hit all the right places, not to mention his hands were incredible. All in all, being filled with an actual cock was exponentially more pleasurable than using some shoddy simulacrum. Upon his second thrust, she rocked back to meet his movement, ramming her ass back to impact against his groin. “Heck yeah...Mmph...keep going,” Autumn grunted, matching his steadily increasing pace.

The world dimmed, around Anon. The room, Twilight, the map, the entirety of the moment was just his partner and himself. Inexorably, he pounded her from behind, slowly building in speed and force. As he continued furiously rutting the mare, he began to feel hot. Like, physically heated. It wasn’t a bad heat, far from it; although it was somewhat disconcerting.

“Elevated temperature. Huh, well this is certainly interesting,” Twilight muttered to herself, adding to her list of notes. Seated as she was, she was keenly aware of a growing moist spot on the floor below her. The act of watching a human and dragon-horse get it on wasn’t what was turning her on; no, it was being the first to document such an obscure coupling. Simply bearing witness to a cross species copulation, between an alien biped and recently rediscovered pony subspecies, really got her motor running. Suffice to say, Twilight was sopping wet.

Hopping into the vacant chair beside Anon, Twilight set her notepad down. Seated as she was, the alicorn eased herself backward. Slowly, one forehoof drifted between her chubby thighs and to the neglected and leaky marehood between them. Anon and Autumn were far too preoccupied to take notice, so she was free to do as she pleased. Levitating her pen, with her magic, she periodically jotted down this or that, while kneading her snatch. It was rather shameless, sure, but this was a once in a lifetime experience, so she may as well enjoy it to its fullest.

Now jackhammering into Autumn, the air was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. With each plunge, his balls wetly slapped against her winking clit. With each backstroke, her marehood clung to his length, begging for its inevitable return. Yet with all that, the man wanted more. Draping himself over her back, he wrapped his arms around her torso, before resting his chin on her shoulder. How he wanted her, his very soul pining to embrace every fiber of her being. As she turned, their eyes met, and their lips quickly locked in a passionate kiss.

Feeling Anon’s weight on her back, his tongue in her mouth, and his magnificent manhood pistoning her cunt was, in a word, breathtaking. The impromptu kiss pushed her bliss to even greater heights, spurring her towards an unavoidable orgasm. Her craving, the urge she’d been denied for so long, was growing nearer by the second, and it was all she could do to hold on. Wisps of crimson flame drifted from her mane and tail, sending embers into Anon’s shirt and over his skin, yet he was unharmed. Twilight, in a shrewd move, had dosed the man with an elixir that would ensure his safety, should she become overwhelmed.

Anon scarcely noticed, as his garments began to smolder and smoke. The only sensation he was aware of was an increase in the temperature, although even that was only dimly perceived. His tongue warred with Autumns, wrestling in their mouths and dancing across her fangs. Releasing his grip, with his left hand, he clutched the mare’s head, firmly holding her face to his. Like a juggernaut on a crash course, his climax grew closer, leaving his motions to become frenzied.

Sensing her partner was close, and teetering on the precipice of sweet release herself, Autumn pulled away. “C...cum in me,” she whimpered. Her pupils were drowned in a sea of pure white, and the creamy coat of her fur had shifted to a midnight onyx, as her ecstasy came to a head.

With a primal roar, reminiscent of some long forgotten titan, Anon came. His testes retracted, and his hips went rigid, as he hilted himself fully within Autumn. Every vein along his length angrily throbbed, as a veritable tsunami of spunk went cascading through his shaft. Pressed firmly against the kirin’s cervix, the first torrid shots of seed blasted against the opening of her womb.

Autumn’s eyes went wide, at the sublime warmth and gooey sensation of Anon’s seed bathing her interior. The thrill of it, of having her body claimed by the robust creature that was Anonymous, was too much to bear. With a rapturous scream, she succumbed to the sinful pleasure. The emotional and physical overload swiftly goaded her transformation into a nirik. A kaleidoscope of blue, purple, and red flames enveloped the two, as they consummated the ardent moment.

Together, the two stayed locked, encompassed in their climactic fervor. Gradually, the flames began to abade, as a post coitus stupor settled over Anon and Autumn. Fortunately, the man was left unharmed, save for his immolated garments. Scorch marks marred the table and surrounding chairs, although Twilight and her chair were unmolested. Their bodies tangled, the man and kirin looked at each other, before kissing once again.

“Holy shit,” Anon wheezed, breaking their embrace, “that was hot.”

“Well, I did sort of just combust,” Autumn snickered, blowing out an errant spark on her eyebrow. “But yeah,” she added, giving him a peck on the cheek, “that was quite a performance, Stud.”

“You’re telling me!” Twilight exclaimed, hopping down from her chair, and leaving a rapidly cooling pool of orgasmic juices in her wake. “I suspected a strong enough sexual stimulus would provoke a transformation, but I had no idea it would be something of that magnitude!” she blurted, waving a hoof at the surrounding area.

Anon and Autumn surveyed the area, noting the prominent burnt marks on the table, floor, and surrounding chairs. The only unaffected spot had been Twilight’s chair, presumably due to some sort of shielding sorcery. Lord only knows how hard he’d have to scrub to get the place cleaned up; although it had been worth it. After a moment, they peered back at one another, and chuckled, each drunk from the massive dump of endorphins. As Anon shifted, preparing himself to dismount the mare, Twilight stepped forward.

“Wait juuuuust a second,” she interjected. Her horn flared with power, as it surrounded the two in a mystical aura. Rubbing her chin with a hoof, she nodded to herself. “Ok, you can hop off now, I have all the information I need,” she merrily added, adding one final line to her notebook.

“So, uh, what was that about?” Anon asked, dragging his semi-flaccid member from Autumn’s abused entrance. As it departed, a torrent of jizz oozed forth, dripping onto the table and pattering to the floor below.

“Oh, nothing, just ensuring she’s been inseminated,” Twilight offhandedly responded, turning towards the door.

“Wait wait wait, I seriously got her pregnant?” Anon blurted, a cold dread welling up in the pit of his stomach. He’d prepared himself for many unexpected things over the past few months, although rearing a family was not on his ‘to-do’ list.

“Well, not yet, no. But there are a couple million sperm cells making their way into her uterus, and she is ovulating. So, ya know, there’s that,” Twilight tittered, overjoyed with the prospect of studying the offspring which would develop within Autumn. “Don’t worry about the cost, I got a grant from Celestia to pay for everything!” she added, trotting to the exit.

Before Anon could say anything, he felt Autumn caress his leg. Casting his gaze downward, he was met with her beaming face. Even if he’d wanted to run for the hills, he had nowhere else to go; plus, what sort of sick bastard would abandon such an infuriatingly cute little mare!

“What, you don’t want to be a family man? Get it, ya know, because you’re a human,” Autumn teased. “Well, this mom-to-be is kinda hungry, let’s hit the shower and go get some lunch. Maybe you can pump another load in me tonight, once you’ve got some food in ya,” she mused, reaching up and slapping his bare buttocks.

Now trapped in Equestria and having impregnated a mystical beast, one he hadn’t known existed until roughly half an hour ago, Anon sighed. At the very least, Autumn seemed like a joyful soul, and he was already taking a liking to her sunny disposition, so it couldn’t be all that bad. Not to mention he wouldn’t have to worry about paying child support. Resigning himself to his impending fatherhood, and secretly looking forward to another rousing session with the mare, Anon followed the kirin out of the room. With any luck, things would turn out well for the budding family to be…