“...What's the deal with airline food?” asks the guy on a small grainy TV screen, his high-pitched voice just about the only sound in your dimly lit booth. You furrow your brow as you hear stifled laughing in the background. “I don’t know, what’s the deal with you?” another guy on the screen replies smugly. There is a dramatic pause before he loudly exclaims, “BADJONGA!” The invisible audience immediately erupts in laughter, and as you listen to them applauding and cheering, your expression turns grave. The humor has once again eluded you, likely being far too refined for a simple man such as yourself, and as the approved entertainment program comes to an end, you are once again left slightly confused and decidedly unentertained. Of course, given that the small screen was all that normally stood between you and the entire day of complete boredom, that was totally not good.
You sink deeper into your seat and mindlessly switch between what few channels are available, checking to see if they’ve added a new one since you last checked. An optimistic part of you had definitely hoped that being promoted to one of the central posts would mean a more diverse selection of TV programming - hell, maybe even better air conditioning - but alas, seems like you were dead wrong on both points.
As if on cue, the archaic AC unit beside your head sputters a couple of times and dies down, demanding your attention. You wrinkle your nose and give it a good slap, then another; it whirrs back to life after the third hit, but the mood is further spoiled - to the point where you even start to feel a sort of righteous indignation bubble up within you. Here you are, performing a vital duty on a dangerous alien world, on the very forefront of humanity dare you say, and the best equipment they could provide you with is just some… just some…
Before that train of thought arrives at its destination, you find your frustrations melting away as quickly as they had appeared, and you smile absentmindedly, fidgeting slightly in your seat. Really now, who cares if it’s a little stuffy in here? After all, your job is wonderful, and no one could really stay sulking for long in your place. You certainly couldn’t, that’s for sure. So instead, you place the TV remote down, take a deep breath of recycled air, clasp your hands on your stomach, and lean back in your cushy seat.
In a narrow slit of a ceiling window above your head, behind reinforced glass, you can see the clear sky of Equestria, dyed vibrant orange by the sunrise. A single white puff of a cloud lazily drifts by. Colorful pegasi zip this way and that, energetic little bastards they are. Somewhere not too far away, a member of local horse royalty has just finished “raising the sun”, or whatever foul sorcery she performs for the masses every morning…
Damn. Once again you find yourself smiling lazily, squinting at the little window. There are a lot of things wrong with this place, but you’ve never seen skies quite that pretty back on good ol’ Earth. Kinda makes you wish you could just get out and take a stroll outside, get some fresh air, maybe feed some ducks or some such...
Oh well, you can’t have everything. At least it put hope in your heart to see so many flyers this early in the morning. If you remember correctly from the - aptly brief - briefing you were given, there should be a whole little horsie town nearby - and not just any town, but one neighboring the capital! That pretty much guaranteed you’ll be getting lots of foot - hoof? - traffic. Back at your last post, stationed somewhere in the farthest god-forgotten corner of nowhere, you were lucky to have three, maybe four visitors per day. But here? You bet you’re going to get, like, at least a dozen daily. Which, in turn, means you’ll have a pretty good shot at staving off the tedium, as long as you are on good terms with the locals.
Speaking of...
“Ahem...” you clear your throat loudly. “So, nice weather we’re having today, aren’t we?” you inquire of the pony currently sucking your dick.
The butter-colored pegasus looks up at you from under the curtain of her pink mane, and gives you a polite curt nod and a shy little smile around your manhood, before again closing her eyes and resuming her ministrations.
Right, you nod to yourself. Not the talkative sort, you figured as much.
The first meeting with your first visitor on the new post went… rather awkwardly, so to say. She slinked into your booth without a word, approaching you so quietly that you only noticed her presence as you felt her warm breath on your exposed member. Understandable, you flinched in surprise, but managed to stifle a yelp, since that would be unprofessional. The pony meanwhile, seemingly oblivious to all of you except one particular body part, sat down between your legs, her smaller size leaving her - rather conveniently - at the exact eye level with what she was so completely fixated on. Her mouth slightly agape in a little smile, she slowly, gingerly, placed her little hooves around your hardening member, almost lovingly cradling it until it grew enough to reach her nose. Then she ducked her head down, letting your shaft’s heft rest on her head, buried her muzzle into your balls, and took a deep, long breath.
“Eep!” she squeaked immediately after, awkwardly recoiling back and throwing her head up to meet your eyes for the first time. You gave her a reassuring, if somewhat confused smile.
“Good morning, ma’am.”
“O-Oh-- Oh my gosh--” she stammered, hiding her embarrassed face with the tips of her wings. “I just-- You must’ve thought-- I am so sorry! I thought you were somepony else!"
‘Somebody else’, you almost corrected her out of habit, but held your tongue. One of the things you were encouraged to do was to make sure your visitors felt safe and comfortable in the presence of an alien of a comparably imposing stature, and correcting their weird language seemed like the wrong way to go about it.
“Not to worry, ma’am, that’s a perfectly understandable mistake.” You waved your hand with an even wider, reassuring-ier smile. “It is rather dark in here, after all, and I was only just moved to this post today. In fact, you are my very first visitor here, and you’ve already made me feel decidedly welcome!”
“Oh, um…” She let out a small giggle as her ears relaxed a little bit, standing up from how they were pinned flat against her head. “I did…?”
“Absolutely!” you nodded. “And of course, I understand how difficult it must be for your kind to tell us humans apart. Why, I’d even go as far as to say that in those circumstances, remembering a person by the smell of their genitals alone is a completely normal approach. Obvious, even.”
“R-Really?” She seemed to perk up at that, a single turquoise
eye carefully glancing up at you over the feathers. “I would’ve hated to upset you, mister human. Does it really seem normal to you?”
You pressed your hand to your chest, your expression as serious as it was sincere. “I would’ve done the same.”
The pony giggled again, her wings unfurling a little before folding back to her sides. “Ah, I’m glad.” She stepped a little closer, finally returning your smile. “Um, my name is--”
“--left behind in the outside world, ma’am, past the walls of this humble place.” You interrupted her politely, but firmly. “Here, you don’t have to tell me anything, including your name - this way, your anonymity is guaranteed.” Another thing that was guaranteed, was you forgetting her no doubt weird-ass name the moment it would reach your ears, but you wisely decided to omit that.
“R-Right, of course,” she nodded. “The other, um, human person that was here before you told me the same. And, well, I guess we never really talked much besides that. Or at all, really.”
“Which, I surmise, you were fine with?” you made an insightful guess.
“Mhm,” the pony nodded, the rosy blush returning to her cheeks. “I’m, um… Unlike other ponies, who were, you know… Well, unlike them, I guess I’m not very… I’d rather just…”
“...Skip the niceties and get straight to business,” you finished for her.
“Y-Yeah,” she nodded sheepishly. “Everypony thinks I’m weird, but… the other human was nice to me. He said I could just let myself in anytime and - well…” she trailed off and glanced at your manhood, alone and forgotten amidst all the talking but still full of hope.
“Say no more, ma’am,” you said then, shifting deeper into your seat. “If that’s how you would prefer to go about it, as a trained professional I would be more than happy to comply. Please carry on, and feel free to pretend I'm not even here."
With that, you pointedly turned your attention to the little TV, and as you heard the muffled “thank you” and felt the pony shuffle closer, you did your absolute best to keep it there.
…So that’s how your meeting went, and now that it’s been nearly half an hour since then, you have to admit you are starting to feel rather… unprofessional. The girl’s good. Not in the intense, sloppy, blow-your-socks-off kinda way good, no. Quite the opposite of it, in fact - her movements are slow and deliberate, and yet so full of gentle love and care... It feels like a warm, relaxing bath to your genitals, complete with flowery scents and soft bubbly foam.
And while not unwelcome, you definitely start to see why the other locals thought her weird.
You’re used to ponies coming in, exchanging “hello”s, sucking you off, and promptly getting out, maybe only occasionally engaging you in a bit of small talk somewhere in-between. As far as you’re concerned, that sort of interaction was efficient, professional, and crystal clear to all parties involved. That much… attention, frankly bordering on obsession, is something you’ve never quite expected to experience in this place.
Though, now that you think about it, you do remember some creepy stories coursing among the boys back at the base. Something about a post with ponies so crazy, so weird and different from the norm, no man managed to stay there for more than a few days - weeks at most… Which post was it again? Pa, Po, something that starts with P…
Your thoughts are once again interrupted as the pegasus’ tongue finds an especially sensitive spot, making you throb and sending a shudder down your spine. Suddenly, her alleged weirdness seems way less important… as you instead wonder if you can ask her to do that again. Quietly exhaling a breath you were holding, you hazard a careful glance down, only to see that the bashful pony is completely lost in what she’s doing.
Having just finished lightly sucking the tip of your dick, her attention once again shifts a little lower. Your swollen member, lavishly slathered in pony saliva, once again finds itself resting among soft locks of pink mane. A thin stream of warm pre lazily drools from the tip down her neck and back, trickling between her wings, making her visibly shudder with every droplet. The pegasus idly strokes your shaft with her deft, feathery wingtips, pressing it just slightly closer to herself as her lips find your testes.
You only just now had started to feel a slight coldness from the drying moisture on your balls, left from her last visitation there, as it immediately gets replaced by the warm and wet confines of her mouth. She's only able to fit one at a time - but she more than makes up for it by being thorough. No spot escapes delicate attention as she licks, suckles, and lightly nibbles at your testes one at a time, treating them as her personal treasure. Her breathing is deep and calm, warm air tickling your skin as she exhales, and she lets out barely audible moans that you feel more than hear as she savors your taste and smell.
The TV keeps droning on at the lowest volume, but you no longer care. You feel yourself zoning out, sinking deeper into the cushions of your seat, and stretching your legs out and apart, relaxing as idle thoughts lazily course through your mind. Whatever reservations you had about this little horsey being weird are pushed out by the spreading mellow pleasure you get from her doting. You can almost imagine you’re on vacation already… What little sunlight pierces through the ceiling window warms your skin... The flow of air from the AC unit is like a gentle summertime breeze... What pieces are missing from this comfy image are more than compensated by tender care and affection your nethers are getting… And even though you’re not getting any closer to the release, you certainly don’t mind spending the rest of the day like that…
“Hey! You in there!” a loud, irritated female voice from outside of your booth makes both you and the pegasus jump in surprise. “What’s taking you so long!? There’s a line, you know?!”
You scramble to sit up properly as the last of your little self-delusion comes crashing down. You’re not on vacation - you’re still at work, and you have certain responsibilities to fulfill.
The butter-colored pegasus gasps breathlessly, as you straighten up and your member moves away from her. Almost instinctively, she rushes forward, looking to once again bury her face into your crotch, but you clear your throat loudly, capturing her attention.
“Apologies, ma’am” you give her a little apologetic smile, but furrow your brows nonetheless. “The mare outside is right - you are taking quite a bit longer than necessary.”
“Oh,” she says and looks away, looking just a little bit guilty with a flushed smile on her face. Even as she speaks, she gently caresses your warm member against her cheek, as if unwilling to ever lose contact with it. “I, um, I tend to get carried away a little bit. That’s why I usually come in early, to have some time to myself, but today Angel Bunny was being uppity with his breakfast, and I had to stay behind and…”
You cough into your fist, politely interrupting her, and gesture pointedly with your eyes at the entrance to your booth. As if on cue, the mare outside shouts again:
“It’s been half an hour already! I'll give you five more minutes and then I’m coming in!”
“So,” you cough again.
“R-Right,” she sits straight, “I should, um--”
“Yeah." You also look away, unsure of where to put your hands. The strictly-business atmosphere was hopelessly shattered by genuine affection the pony was giving, and now you scrambled to get at least some of it back.
“Please proceed to finish the procedure,” you finish reservedly, trying to look as professionally as you possibly could. Which, for the record, was not very much.
“O-Okay,” she says, taking a quick breath and exhaling to steady herself. “Okay.” She takes your penis between her hooves and brings it in front of her, licking her lips somewhat nervously. It throbs slightly under her gaze, swollen and vaguely purplish after the long teasing.
“Um, sir?” she glances up at you sheepishly. “Are you… Are you close?”
“Not… exactly,” you have to admit. “While your stimulation was very pleasurable, it was a bit too light to really get me going.”
“O-Oh,” she looks just a little bit discouraged. “The previous person usually would be by this point. I must’ve gotten worse at this…”
“Nonsense,” you say without even thinking. “Perhaps the last guy was simply more sensitive or somesuch, but I’ll have you know, you were doing incredibly well. Why, next time I would be more than happy to welcome you in earlier in the day, so that we would have more time together before another visitor bothers us.”
“I… I see.” The pegasus visibly brightens up at your words, rosy blush striking her cheeks. She must’ve not received much praise before. What kinda monster the guy before you was, not to compliment this precious creature for all her efforts?
“A-Alright. Thank you.” She turns her attention back to the cockhead bobbing in front of her. “I’m not… I’m not too good at this part, but I’ll do my best!”
As you nod and turn to the TV, you are stopped by a meek voice:
"Um, sir?" the pegasus asks, looking at you from under her mane and fiddling her hooves around your member. "I think… I think it would be better if you'd watch? If you don't mind…"
Your brows flick upwards at the unexpected request. Could it be perhaps, that the little pegasus fooled you with her shy demeanor, while actually being what one would call a ‘freak’? Regardless, of course, you were going to comply, and not only of dedication to your duties.
"My pleasure, ma’am." With a little nod, you lean forwards and lock eyes with the pony between your legs.
That was the cue. Without breaking eye contact, she stick out her cute little tongue and gives your cockhead a long, wet, lick.
You try to keep a straight face and fail at it miserably, letting out a groan through your teeth. No matter how many times you see or feel them, you just can't quite get used to how soft and wide and wet pony tongues are. It completely envelops your girth, sending electricity shooting from your groin through your body. A fat bead of pre oozes out of your tip, landing square on the waiting tongue.
The pegasus breaks eye contact after all, if only to close her eyes for a moment as she appreciates the gift. As she opens them again, the eyes you meet are shining, glistening… hungry.
Without a warning, she bobs her head down and locks her lips in a vacuum seal just past your glans. You shudder as her cheeks sink in, the pony ever so slightly and rhythmically suckling at your head as it lays on the soft bed of her tongue. Her eyes scan your face for the slightest change now, seeking what would make you give her more of the taste she so enjoyed.
And more you give. As her velvet tongue laps at the underside of your member, occasionally swirling around or gently prodding at the slit, you keep producing more and more of the savory pre, leaking right into her hungry throat.
Your hands grip the handles of your seat. You weren't lying when you said you were not exactly close before, but half an hour of subtle teasing had not gone unnoticed either. As the pegasus starts to ever so slightly pump her head up and down at a steady pace, you feel yourself rapidly approaching release.
Her hooves stroke your shaft, soft hoofpads caressing the throbbing flesh, but her lips never go past the bulb of your member. She raises up, letting all of you out of her mouth with only her lips pressed in a kiss against the very tip, suckles on it momentarily as she locks her eyes with yours, and slowly sinks down. Her lips envelop you bit by smallest bit until only the crown is entirely within her mouth - after which she immediately raises back up and starts again.
You don't think you can endure such treatment for long. After a while of relaxed teasing, she now specifically attacks your weakest points again and again and again - and by god, it's working. Your thoughts start turning hazy, your fingers clutching the handles, the fire inside you starts to grow hotter and hotter - and then suddenly, you hear a voice.
“Sir?” she asks sweetly, looking up at you with a small smile and an adorable rosy blush. "I don't really know how to go m-much harder than that, so…" Her eyelashes flutter as she adopts the most innocent expression you ever seen anyone pull off while coddling a dripping cockhead to their lips. "...Could you, um, cum for me? Please…?"
The sincere, heartfelt plea was the last straw. The voice, the look, the lips, the eyes - never before in your life have you been able to cum on command, but this little pegasus has officially done it. Nearly breaking off the handles you were desperately clutching, you erupt with a low growl, feeling liquid magma travel up your cock. The pony wastes no time, immediately wrapping her lips around your head again, just in time to receive the first spurt of your seed. It bulges out her cheeks with force, but she manages to swallow it down in one heavy gulp, emptying her mouth just in time for the second helping, then the third, the fifth, the tenth… Your cock throbs and twitches madly as you unload, but she holds it steady with her hooves and just keeps downing the viscous liquid in giant gulps without fail, her eyes closed in concentration. Your own eyes start rolling up into your skull...
At some point it feels like you briefly black out from the intense pleasure. When you come to your senses, you're limp in your seat, trying your best to catch your breath. The first conscious thought in your mind is to check on your visitor, and you weakly prop yourself up, glancing downwards.
The pegasus is still sitting there, lips around the head of your member, cheeks again bulging out as she just barely failed to keep up with your output at the end. You watch as she carefully backs away, disengaging from you with a quiet wet slurp, lips tightly pursed so as not to spill anything. Her throat moves visibly as she swallows once, twice, thrice, savoring your last load. Only then she opens her eyes and, shakily, gets up to her hooves.
“Thank you very much,” she says with a small curtsy as you just stare at her and pant, trying to remember how to form words. A small trickle of white almost runs down her chin, but she licks her lips, catching it before it drops. “I will be seeing you tomorrow, then.”
You gurgle something along the lines of “certainly, ma’am,” as the pony leans in and gives your softening cock a light, almost chaste kiss. You flinch, still painfully sensitive, but the pegasus is already moving past your seat and into the exit lock, at the opposite side of the entrance. There's a bunch of noises of doors unlocking and locking, and then she's gone.
You allow yourself a few more moments to just lie there, panting as if you had just finished a marathon. Not before long however, you remember about the mare outside. Making visitors wait is decidedly impolite, after all. With another groan, you sit upright, propping yourself up on shaking arms and taking a couple of deep breaths to calm your racing heart. Then you reach out and smack the big red button on the wall nearby that says “Next”.
You have a feeling it’s gonna be a lo-o-ong day.
More than one, but definitely less than two seconds pass between the moment you invite the next visitor, and the doors at the entryway lock clicking and clanking with the next pony storming through. Another pegasus, cyan in color and with a whole rainbow in her mane, she looks positively peeved… for all of one moment before she takes a breath and immediately gags.
“Eugh!” Floating in the middle of what little free space you have here, the pony scrunches her entire face. “What the hay is that smell?!”
Ah. Right. The time you’ve spent with the weird, butter-colored pegasus, intimate as it was, certainly did leave its mark. Now the stale air of your little work booth reeked of sweat and sex, both yours and hers, and though you’ve grown used to it already, you could imagine how offensive it was for someone right after the fresh breeze of outside.
“My apologies, ma’am.” You reach for one of the small towels you had stashed, and try to wipe the sweat off your naked body to the best of your ability. “You are not my first visitor today, and due to the nature of the service--”
“I know you just had a mare here, genius!” the pegasus interrupts you rather rudely, covering her nose with a hoof. ”I had to wait outside the entire time! And I didn’t believe you really banged that pony’s mouth for the whole hour until I smelled the absolute stink you two raised!”
“Okay, first of all, that was the visitor’s wish, and--”
“Duh, of course it was!” She interrupts you again, rolling her eyes, and you stop your cleaning efforts to give the impolite pony a stern look. She doesn’t seem to notice or care, however.
“I mean, like,” the pony moves her hoof for a moment to take a gag-inducing breath through her nose, “she wasn’t even in heat! Just pure thirst!” You’re not entirely sure if the pony’s expression is that of disgust, anger, or envy. “Honestly, I can’t believe the gall of some mares, hogging all the--” She stops mid-sentence and fixes you with a demanding look. “Actually, you know what? Tell me who that slut was right now, so I can go and give her a piece of my mind for wasting an hour of my day!”
“Absolutely not.” You cross your arms for emphasis. “I’m sorry ma’am, but I am not allowed to disclose any info about other visitors.” Not that you would if you could, either. The little yellow mare has definitely left a lasting expression both on your member and in your heart, and you found yourself already looking forward to her visit tomorrow.
For now, though, you had that other pony to deal with. Leaning forward, you tap your finger against the paper on the wall, where a list of rules is presented for the visitors. One of them clearly states:
6. The visiting mare is guaranteed anonymity by the servicing human.
The pony looks at the piece of paper as if it had personally offended her immediate family, then back at you.
“Oh, yeah? Wanna know what I think about your stupid rules?” She snatches the list off the wall. ”That’s what!” The pony crumples the poor, defenseless piece of paper into a little ball and flings it into a corner.
“Humph!” She snorts triumphally, staring you down with a smug smile.
You sigh. Half getting up from your seat, you reach for one of the upper shelves and fish out another, identical list of rules from the stack of the spare ones. Grabbing a piece of tape, you neatly hang the list at the exact same place where the previous one was, carefully working out the wrinkles.
Oh boy, the mare didn’t like that. If looks could kill, the world would be a horrifying, horrifying place, but you would not be in it, because you would be dead right here. You try to back away, pressing yourself into the seat.
“Ma’am, you have to calm down, or I would ask you to leave,” you say as professionally as you can, sitting there with your dick out in the sweaty, dimly lit booth and trying your best not to show any fear.
“Oh there’s no way, pal.” The pegasus flies right up to your face, and jams her hoof into your shoulder. “Not happening. There’s a stupidly long line outside already, I already waited an hour, and I’m not leaving without getting what I came here for!”
“But of course!” You immediately brighten up, feeling finally on the right track. “As long as you’re not going against the rules, I’d never refuse you service!”
That made her simmer down a bit. She glances down your naked body, as if only now remembering what she’s here for.
“Whatever.” She snorts again and back off, crossing her hooves. “Who cares about some slut.”
The pony stops flapping her wings and lands on the floor before you, and for the first time since you met her, you actually get to look down at her from the height of your sitting frame. Like that, she suddenly seems small and very much not threatening. Why, now that you take a closer look at her fluffy puffed up chest and stubborn pouty face, she looks almost cute.
The pegasus must’ve sensed a change in your expression because she immediately starts shouting again.
“But first, do something about that stink already! Air it out, or something!”
“No can do, ma’am,” you say with a tinge of regret in your voice. “This place is air-tight, and I can’t make it ventilate any faster than it already does. That would be against the rules. Unless you’d like to leave and come back later…”
“Alright, fine!” The pony throws her hooves in the air in frustration. “Fine! I get it! Rules this, rules that, can’t do anything on your own! Hay, the last guy was way more compliant than that.”
Oh! Incredibly, that pony also did notice you were a different human, without having to nose you inappropriately. Though, you wonder if that’s just because your smell is everywhere now.
“Okay, look.” She sighs and sits on the floor. “I don’t want to get anywhere near that,” she grunts and gestures vaguely at your crotch, leaving you slightly offended. “Until there’s at least a bit more fresh air than that. So, I’m going to sit right here, and wait for when there is. Is that fine with you? Not against any rules?”
That makes you pause for a moment. There’s no rules against something like that, but if there is a line outside, that would undoubtedly be rude. Then again, you already let the previous pony take your time in here, and denying the same thing to this mare would also be rude. Of course, you’re pretty sure the time spent with this pony is not going to be anywhere near as nice, but that line of thinking is unprofessional.
“If that’s how you’d like to go about it, ma’am,” you say at last, nodding at the pony. “You’re free to wait here, though I’m afraid I don’t have a seat for you to offer. Let me know if you need anything else, though.”
The pony only snorts and crosses her hooves, pointedly looking away from you. There is not very much else to look at in your booth, so she ends up staring down the wall. The wall does not look terribly impressed.
With nothing better to do, you pick up your trusty towel again and get back to cleaning yourself. Your second visitor at this post, and once again, it doesn’t go exactly the way you envisioned your day would go when you took up this job.
You think back to how it all started. Humanity had just accidentally discovered a way to create stable portals to other dimensions, and, naturally, opened up something like a billion of them to random places more or less all at once. Most portals led to empty vacuum of space or to barren lifeless planets, some led to places that could drive a careless observer insane, and some yet opened to worlds with laws of physics more or less incompatible with our reality. However, besides all these boring dimensions that could only seem interesting to eggheads, there were a whole bunch of portals that actually opened up to cool places with alien life, some of it probably sentient.
Among them was the small horse dimension you currently resided in. As it turned out, most of humanity was not exactly interested in weird, pastel-colored equines or their natural resources, especially since there were so many cooler places to choose from, like the world of space-faring space wizards or the dimension of infinite pizza. Local magic gained some interest briefly, but again, there were cooler places with that too. Thus, the horse world was to be left mostly alone, with only a handful of people who decided to try and move in, who were all mostly weirdos that were really into horses. And it was all completely fine, until it turned out that pony mares were all naturally addicted to human cum.
Apparently, the weirdos who moved in were really, really into horses, and it didn’t take long until one human boy and one local girl decided to get freaky. That’s when it was discovered, that a single whiff of human male sexual fluids was enough to instantly send any mare into a lustful frenzy for human cock, that would not be quenched until she gets what she wants. Worse yet, that first taste would get her addicted for life, robbing the pure mare of reason mere days after last tasting semen, unless she could get another dose before that happens.
Also, it turned out that mares had really good noses, so by the time humanity could react, it was already too late. Unaware, more and more humans were getting frisky - or even simply deciding to masturbate - all over Equestria, and the entire communities ended up having most of it female population addicted. There was no cure, and all we could do was to pull out all of our men back home before it’d spread even further. Many did not go without a fight. Many more had to be reclaimed while fighting off crazed mares. It was carnage. The patient zero, the man who started all of it, could only be retrieved after two weeks since the beginning of the epidemic, having infected an entire small town. Local witnesses claimed he was nothing but a dried out husk of a man, with a blissful smile stuck to his face as he was being taken away to ER. Many men cried at the sight, mostly out of envy.
Well, luckily for everyone, humanity was ready. After all, this exact scenario has been hypothesized about extensively, ever since it became clear there might be another life in the universe other than us. People rushed to save the horses we doomed. No resources were spared. Only the fresh semen worked, so hundreds of small hermetically sealed bases were constructed all over Equestria, with complicated air locks for exit and entry, and volunteering humans were shipped in after rigorous medical testing. You were one of these volunteers, and your job was to provide every single afflicted mare with a healthy dose of human semen, every single day, without exception. For it was the only way to save an entire race from a terrible fate.
Although, you have heard rumors of a certain brilliant scientist who, allegedly, invented a mixture that would not quite cure the addiction, but allow human semen to be stored in a specific way that would preserve it perfectly. This way, the afflicted mares could simply take the medicine with semen in it, instead of going through all the hassle of sucking off a living human. Alas, before the scientist could properly publish his discovery, he was beaten up by no less than two hundred assailants, all of them allegedly the same men who also worked to save the pony race. After recovering, he never spoke of his invention again.
And that’s how you ended up stuck here, in a small stuffy cabin with an incredibly rude pony that seemed to hate your guts from the moment she stepped in. Neither of you wanted to have her suck your dick, and yet, the dick had to be sucked. For the poor mare’s own good.
You feel a single manly tear roll down your face at the tragedy of it all, but you can’t dwell on it too long, for you have work to do. You put away your towel, straighten up in your seat, and you look at the pony waiting in front of you.
She sits exactly the same, hooves crossed and eyes glued to the nearest wall, though by now she seems to have worked up quite the sweat herself. She fidgets in place a lot, and you can see her tail swishing this way and that, no doubt out of anger. Poor thing, you think to yourself once again, can’t be easy for the free flying pegasus to spend so long in a stuffy booth drenched in your scent.
“Ma’am,” you cough politely. “Would you like to begin?”
“Finally!” Her voice cracks and she jolts up into the air when you say that, furiously flapping her wings. You catch her eyes, and you can see that her face is very red, very frantic, and she’s panting heavily.
“I mean-- I mean, yeah.” She catches herself and descends back to the floor, looking away. Her wings stay open for some reason. “Yeah, sure. I got stuff to do and places to be, so let’s get this over with.”
With that, she steps closer, finding herself face to face with your member. It hangs softly down, devoid of any attention as it was. The pony stares it down for a moment with an intensely focused glare, trembling ever so slightly, and then she screws her eyes closed and opens her mouth.
“Ah.”
At first, you don’t understand what’s going on. The mare just sits there, mouth open wide and tongue hanging out, like a little kid waiting for an especially sour tongue depressor. Her tail is still twitching madly, her eyes are tightly shut, her breathing is shaky and tense, and a noticeable amount of saliva is drooling down her glistening tongue. And yet, she does nothing, expecting… what, exactly?
You have your guesses, but to assume would be terribly rude.
“Excuse me,” you ask carefully. “What are you doing?”
The pony snaps her mouth shut and opens up one very irritated eye.
“Are you an idiot? What does it look like I’m doing?”
“...Daydreaming of ice cream?” you offer a cautious guess.
There’s a resounding slap as she facehoofs. “Oh my gosh, you are an idiot. I can’t believe I already miss the previous human, but at least he’d just do anything I tell him! The hay happened with that guy, anyway?”
You vaguely recall a disheveled, twitching man being carried away by the somber-faced colleagues when you were last back at the base to get reassigned. His bloodshot eyes stared into the distance and he muttered without end, ‘T-T-They’re crazy..! These p-ponies are all crazy..!’ His maddened giggling has stuck with you for at least ten minutes back then.
“The last person assigned to this post has been… retired early,” you answer honestly. “I have been recommended to this post by the management as someone with, to quote, ‘considerable mental fortitude’.”
“Right, so the densest idiot around.” The pony groans, then snaps: “Uh, whatever! I already can barely… I mean, I don’t have time for this! Just do your thing and let’s get this over with!”
“Do… my thing?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Yes, your thing!” The pony flails a hoof in an obscene jerking motion. “Work your shaft, shoot your stuff, so we can finally be done here!”
“And you…?” You raise a second eyebrow.
“Me?!” The pegasus’s expression once again turns downright offended. “I told you dude, I am not touching that thing!”
Ah, you nod solemnly to yourself. Your initial guess has turned out to be correct, after all.
This mare is extremely lazy.
“Or what - is there some rule that you can’t do it yourself?” The pony meanwhile continues to fume. “Do you always force poor mares like me to touch your disgusting junk?”
“No, ma’am.” You raise your hand defensively. “There is nothing saying the visiting mare should be the one to do it. However…”
You look downwards. Her eyes follow yours, and you both stare at your limp, completely soft member hanging down sadly.
“I have heard that there are men who get excited from getting berated or being generally rude to, but I am, unfortunately, not one of those men,” you explain.
“Ugh - come on!” She groans, facehoofing again. “So now it’s my fault you can’t get it up?! Don’t you have, like, magazines or something to get you in the mood?”
“No, that would be against the ru--”
“Enough already!” She takes to the air again, slapping her face with both hooves in frustration. “I swear to Celestia, if I hear the word ‘rules’ from you one more time, I’m gonna flip! Why can’t you just-- Urgh!”
Her voice breaks as her shouting resounds in the small cabin, and you promptly shut up, taken aback somewhat. For a moment, you just stare at each other, a large naked man and a small, distressed pony, red and shaking no doubt from anger.
“Okay.” Just as suddenly, she lands down to the floor. “You know what? Fine. This is too dumb for me to get so worked up over.” She closes her eyes and lets out a long breath. “It’s not a big deal anyway.”
She gathers herself, as if getting ready to jump into cold water, and suddenly whirls in place and faces away from you. She then flags her tail high and aside, allowing you the full view of her nethers.
“Here,” she says, stubbornly refusing to look back at you. “Only the most awesome butt in all of Equestria. This gets any stallion hard, so hurry up and get your stuff ready for me.” She turns her nose up, eyes closed, clearly expecting the conversation to be over.
…You have to admit, that is quite the view. The small, petite pegasus stands as still as her trembling limbs would allow, hind hooves far apart and rainbow tail twitching out of the way to the side. You are presented with her toned, shapely rump, its usually sky-blue fur now darkened and matted with sweat. You trace your eyes to where the fine fur fades away into the bare skin a darker shade of blue. There, squished ever so slightly under the taut ring of her puckered anus, lies the slick, glistening pony pussy, complete with the engorged, heart-shaped button sticking out at the bottom. Under your gaze, the supple flesh contracts forcefully upwards, revealing the tantalizing pink within, as copious amounts of clear lubricant drool out to land with a splat on the floor.
…If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the pegasus before you was actually very, very horny.
You stare for a moment longer, before closing your eyes and deeply breathing in - inadvertently getting a noseful of her heady scent - and out. Then your face adorns an extremely serious expression.
“Ma’am.” You lean forward and clasp your hands together. “Are you aware that you’re a horse?”
The pegasus staggers and sputters, as if being hit by a very small truck. She jumps into the air and faces you, looking absolutely baffled.
“What?! I..! I just..! You..?! What?!”
“I said, are you aware--”
“I heard you the first time, you… you monkey!” She manages to form a sentence at last.
“Ah, and herein lies the problem.” Your expression turns somber. “You are a horse, and I am a monkey; our species could not be further apart. And thus your butt, no doubt considerably awesome by your kinds’ standards, is just not quite enough to entice me.”
You gesture downwards for emphasis, where your dick lies, still soft. Well, maybe slightly less soft than before, but that could be purely unrelated.
The pony just kinda floats there, utter disbelief on her features, eyes moving from your dick to your face and back.
“Are you seriously telling me you’re not into us ponies?” You simply nod. “What in the name of ever-glowing Celestia’s flank you are even doing on this job then?!”
“Ma’am, I’m getting paid to sit on my ass and have my dick sucked,” you reply matter-of-factly. ”That’s reason enough for me.”
Unbelievable, you see her mouth soundlessly as the pony slowly sinks back down. For a short while there, it seems that the sheer shock has overwhelmed her own possible wants and needs, but the moment her butt comes into contact with the floor, she flinches and yelps, instantly reminded of what she was here for. Thus, she looks to you, face sunk in defeat.
“Okay, so like… what now?” Her unsteady voice betrays hints of desperation. “What the hay do you want me to do, exactly?”
You barely manage to hold back a triumphant smirk. Truth be told, it wasn’t truth you told about not being into ponies, and you couldn’t say her toned butt has not made its effect on you, either. However, the uppity pegasus has been terribly rude to you from the moment you met, and you rightfully felt like some sort of lesson was in order. After all, while you would never refuse service to a visiting mare, it didn’t mean you had to follow her every whim.
In an uncharacteristic display of patience, the prismatic pegasus silently waits for your answer, chewing her lip. You’ve no reason to make her wait for long, though.
“Ma’am, I am a simple man. Any gentle touch will do. If not the mouth, then maybe your hoov--?”
“Don’t!” She recoils with a shriek, like a cat from a cucumber, back arched and fur bristling on end. “Do not touch my hooves. Don’t even think about touching my hooves!”
You blink in surprise, before admitting: “Sorry ma’am, already failed that last part. I’m not touching anywhere you don’t want, though.”
She glares at you for a moment longer, then looks away, before finally scrunching her face in an indescribable impression, and reaching your way with a single, outstretched wing.
“T-There,” she mutters. “T-That should be good enough, right?”
You look at the feathery limb, suddenly seeing it in a new light. Not exactly something you thought about before, but…
It is exactly as soft and light to the touch as it looks like. Gently stroking your fingers along the downy surface, you ruffle a few of the smaller feathers, making the pegasus shudder and stifle a whimper.
Then it hits you. Right now, at her most vulnerable, with all the bravado and puffed-up defiance gone, the little pegasus trusting you with her wing did certainly look… cute. Adorable even, with how she brushed profusely up to the tips of her ears, yet stubbornly tried her very best to look oh so nonchalant.
You let out a breath you didn’t notice you were holding, and decide that keeping your visitor here any longer would be awfully unprofessional.
With the lightest of tugs on her wing, you urge the pony to get closer, and she complies without a word, awkwardly shuffling towards you sideways. And once she is within reach, you gently sink your now engorged member into the softness of her wing, fine feathertips tickling your sensitive flesh with tingles of pleasure. The sensation is light and unusual but it does get you curious. You try to carefully wrap some of the feathers around your--
“W-Wait!” The pegasus suddenly jerks her wing away. As she is once again very interested in the wall opposite of you, you can’t see her expression. “Wait. You… You don’t know the first thing about wings, and I don’t want you to, like, break something or whatever. Just… Just let me do it, okay?”
Still refusing to face you, the little mare backs away into you blindly, until she’s sitting between your legs. Once in place, she spreads her wings wide and brings them together, trapping your shaft right in the middle.
O-Ooh. Your hands find the armrests as your body tenses. That felt good, surprisingly so. Somehow, the largest feathers seem strong and flexible enough to apply pleasurable pressure, while all the smaller ones, down to the tiniest pricks of fuzz, gently caress your flesh all the while.
Then, she starts moving with intent. The feathers are not quite capable of grabbing onto you like a hand or a mouth would, but instead they coil tightly in several layers all around and along you length, gliding softly this way and that as the pony works her wings up and down. And even though both your member and her wings are yet dry, there is no friction whatsoever, as if a sleeve of finest weightless silk has learned to swaddle your length and stroke it lovingly.
Your manhood doesn’t stay dry, though. Before long, you feel yourself throb under the feathery assault, and a clear droplet of warm pre appears from the tip of your member. The glistening bead hangs lazily for a moment, before dripping down onto the unsuspecting pegasus, who shudders from the unexpected sensation. You can see nothing but her trembling back, but you feel like she redoubles her efforts, now pumping her wings in earnest.
As your cockhead keeps drooling, the feathers can’t help but catch and spread your droplets, lathering the entirety of your length. It feels different now that her wings are slick and sticky from the base to the tips of her pinions, the sloppy mass of glued together feathers jerking you off properly, with obscene squelching accompanying every motion.
And under the noises of her wings working and your own unchecked groans, you think you can hear the tiniest, stifled moaning coming from the pegasus. One of her shoulders moves frantically, rhythmically, adding a second layer of squelching sounds to the chorus you two produce.
“Are you… Are you close?” the pony asks suddenly, breaking the silence you’ve both been keeping.
“Y-Yes,” you push through the gritted teeth.
“Close your eyes!”
“Wh--”
“Don’t ask, you moron! Just close your eyes, right now!”
You don’t even notice her rudeness as you screw your eyes shut and grip the armrests, giving in to the sensations.
The sensations stop - but only momentarily. You hear the pony shuffling in place, and then you feel her forehooves on your inner thighs as both of her sticky wingtips wrap around you again. They grip you now with a sudden strength, pumping your length madly from the base to the very tip, and you feel your back arch from the storm of pleasure.
“Come on, come on…” You barely the pony half-plead, half-moan as her movements keep getting faster and faster. “Come… On…!
Her motions shift, now only going as far up as to the base of your swollen, drooling cockhead. On its painfully sensitive flesh, somewhere very close you can feel the shaky, hot breathing of the pegasus. You can almost see the outstretched, glistening tongue waiting a mere hair’s width away from your most sensitive spot, inching closer still…
“M-Ma’am! I’m about to--!” You try your best to warn the pegasus.
“Don’t open your eyes!” she interrupts you frantically, never stopping her wings. “You hear that? Whatever you do, don’t--!”
You don’t quite hear her finish that sentence. Your hips jerk forwards on their own, your cockhead bumps into something warm and fuzzy with a yelp, and you explode. Rope after rope of hot viscous cum shoots out of your tip and into the stuffy air, landing who-knows-where. Your eyes screwed shut, you unload with reckless abandon, riding the tsunami of pleasure for what feels like hours.
…It takes some time before the white haze in your head starts to dissipate, but as your eyes slowly open, you are presented with quite a view of the familiar sky-blue pegasus. Slumped backwards on the floor before you, sitting in a veritable puddle of various sexual fluids, the contentedly smiling pony is almost completely covered in cum. A single magenta eye, just about the only thing on the upper half of her body that’s not slathered in thick ropes or stray droplets of sticky white goo, hazily meets your gaze. For a single heartbeat, both panting heavily, you share a moment of silent bliss, and all is well in the world.
Then something clicks in her head, and her eye shoots open, round as a plate, as her face rapidly goes through intensifying shades of red until you’re pretty sure you can see steam coming from her head. Though, that could’ve been the cum.
“D-Dude!” The poor pony frantically looks over her body in disgust, trying to gauge the extent of the damage with her hooves, but only ends up smearing the semen further. “I..! You..! Look at what you’ve done!” she whines as her voice cracks.
You are, in fact, looking, for some reason almost proud of what you see.
“E-e-ew, it’s even on my wings! Gross! Gross-gross-gross! Oh Celestia, what if it doesn’t come off? Am I going to stink of you for the rest of my life now?! Oh my gosh, how do I even-- Why the hay didn’t you warn me?!”
After a pause, you register the last sentence being a question directed at you.
“My… My apologies, ma’am.” You still haven’t quite caught your breath, so you don’t waste it trying to make excuses. “If you would just… give me a minute… I can help you… clean it off...”
“...After all,” you add after a pause. “I can’t exactly let you out of here like this, anyway.”
“Eh?”
“I mean, it’s fresh human semen,” you explain, “highly potent. Could get other, healthy mares addicted if left unchecked. Hence, I cannot allow you outside until every last drop is cleaned.”
“Oh, you think I want to be seen like this?” She throws her hooves wide, splattering spunk everywhere. “You bet your dumb monkey butt you’re cleaning off everything!”
“Well, actually…” You fumble for words for a moment as you struggle to remind the mare the actual reason of her visit. “I’d still have to ask you to collect as much as you can yourself.”
“What the hay does that mean?” She shoots you a look.
“You still need to actually ingest a doze to stop the onset of symptoms. For all the people on this job like me, our medics have carefully adjusted the amount of semen per ejaculation to safely quell the addiction in an average mare for a little longer than a day.” The pony stares at you in disbelief, dripping onto the floor. ”So any more or less ingested than the recommended dose can lead to unpredictable results. Hence, I would recommend you gather it with your hooves, and--”
“Yeah right, in your dreams,” she snorts, again causing droplets to fly, and crosses her hooves on her chest. “That’s like, way too weird!” She thinks of something for a moment, then looks away and pouts, muttering in a noticeably less aggressive tone: “I guess if we absolutely have to, we could just do this again and this time I would--”
“Nope.” You’re slightly surprised at the regret in your voice. “No can do, ma’am. Despite most of the semen ending up on you, you’ve undoubtedly ingested some of it already, and as I said, receiving any more that recommended dose is also dangerous. Hence, the rule.”
You reach out and tap your finger against the list on the wall, where at the very top lies the most important rule of them all:
1. Only one dose per visiting mare per day.
You can see her face fall as she reads and then re-reads the short sentence several times.
“Please, ma’am,” you say, voice softening. “This is serious. Your health and safety are at stake, so--”
“Oh shut it.” She waves away your concern. “I already know how hung up you are on your stupid rules, so I guess there’s no choice.”
Frowning in apparent displeasure, the tiny mare sticks out her tongue and, with some momentary hesitation, licks a tiny droplet of sticky goo off of her hoof. And then another. And another. In seconds, she’s licked her hooves clean, and started gathering cum off the rest of her body, bringing that to her mouth in large globs and quickly gulping down every portion.
“W-What are you looking at?!” It’s like she forgot about your presence for a moment, but caught up. “Turn away, dumbass!”
You obediently look away, though you can still hear the quiet slurping. Out of respect to the mare’s request, you try to ignore the soft noises, directing your thoughts to your next visitor. So far, with a sample of two, you have indeed confirmed that mares assigned to this particular post could’ve been, in fact, all crazy, and if there really was a whole line of them outside… Well, on the bright side, you probably wouldn’t be bored anymore.
Then you jump, startled, as out of nowhere you feel a pair of lips wrap around your softening member. There’s strong suction as the sensation quickly moves away and slides off of your manhood with a pop. By the time you turn your head, the pegasus already turns toward the exit.
“What?” she asks aggressively. “You said I should get as close to the recommended amount as possible, and there was some on you. I had no choice!”
She takes a step to leave, then pauses. “And, like… Welcome to Ponyville, I guess. You’re a moron, but at least you’re not as boring as the last guy. See you tomorrow, dumbass.”
With that, she’s off, before you can even tell her off for being rude till the end. With a sigh, you take a clean towel from the shelf, and start cleaning up various fluids off your floor and walls. Only then it strikes you that you’ve never properly checked if there was any dangerous semen left on the pegasus as she was leaving. But, well…
Somehow you’re sure she didn’t miss any.
