"Get a move on, Mous! Twilight won't be away all day."
>"Uhm... I don't think that we should be doing this, Hornet."
"Didn't I tell you to call me Anon? That's my real name! And please stop worrying already. Everything will be just fine!"
>Biting into the fabric of his pants, you begin to drag the adolescent human towards your room. 
>Or at least you try to do so... He's just too damn heavy for you to move him even one single inch. 
>Meh. Damned be that stupid small frame of yours and its lack of raw physical power. If you were an unicorn this would be such an easy task.
>"Actually that just makes it even weirder... You're older than me, Anon. And basically a grown human male..."
>You spit his trouser leg out and stamp your hooves.
"We already talked about that!"
>"Talked is not the right word though. You just blatantly showed me your filly bits this morning and told me to rut you."
"Marebits, please! My pony body turned sixteen last month and that makes me a mare by Equestrian law."
>"I know... I was there, but still..."
"But what?!" 
>He rubs the back of his head and sighs through his gritted teeth.
>"That still sounds pretty illegal to me... Aren't you still a minor?"
"Nope!", you chirp, "Not in colourful horsey land. Only a cutie mark and the consent of both parties is required here for a bit of aggressive cuddling. And you certainly don't need to worry about my consent, stud~"
>"W-What about mine, though?"
"Mous, Mous, Mous... I have caught you staring at my flank countless times by now. I think you surely wouldn't mind tapping it, would you?"
>"N-No, but..."
"No butts other than mine now please!"
>"That doesn't even make sense, Anon."
"Details, Mous, details. Also if I'm not mistaken you're not that much older than me or, to be more precise, my body... How old are you again? Eighteen?"
>"Nineteen... But that's not the point..."
"Then I don't see the problem here! And didn't you tell me just last week that you are still a virgin?"
>A furious blush creeps on his cheeks and he flinches.
>"Y-You remembered that?"
>Snickering, you take a few steps towards Mous, making sure to let your hips sway widely from side to side.
>Just like Rarity taught you in her drunken stupor during a stormy night long ago. Blessed be her low tolerance for alcohol.
"Of course~ I can hold my liquor fairly well. Au contraire to you, my dearest Mousy."
>You let out a raspy titter and sit down in front of the flustered human, locking eyes with him and softly pawing the ground before him.
"And don't you want to lose your virginity? Preferably as soon as possible?"
>"I... I do. But I don't get why you so desperately want me? Another man? Isn't this weird for you too?"
"Not any more."
>"Huh... Why though? I would be deeply disturbed by this."
"Yeah, of course you would be, Mous, you're a man... And a rather handsome one at that."
>"T-Thanks."
"Just telling the truth~ But let's not digress... I'm on the other hand have been a pony... No, not a pony. A mare, for nearly six years now."
>With a gesture of your hoof you beckon him to sit down, which he does with some distance to you.
>That will do for the meantime.. 
"And believe me it wasn't easy for me to accept this. Countless nights were spent locked in my room and crying while Twilight tried her best to revert what her spell accident has done to me. But...", you sigh, "As talented with magic as she is, even her powers have limits and I eventually had to just embrace my new form and move on with my life."
>"I see."
"One just can't change what one can't change, you know?"
>"Heh, no you certainly can't."
"Exactly. Once I might have been a man just like you, with the same preferences in gender as you, but..."
>"But?"
"This spell has changed me, Mous. Not only on a physical level but on a psychological one as well. I'm just no longer hetero... At least not from a male's point of view."
>Mouse gulps and loosens his tie, wiping a few beads of sweat away from his forehead.
>Looks like someone is getting a bit heated. Just what you wanted to see~
>"So you... Uhm... That means that you..."
"Exactly.", you giggle, "Simply put, I crave cock now instead of pussy."
>"Oh! Heh...", a high-pitched chuckle escapes him, "And that doesn't bother you?"
>You shrug and inch a bit closer.
"It did at first, but...", you sigh, "You get used to this rather quickly when your brain forcefully gets rewired bit by bit."
>"Rewired? Like everything?"
"Yes, of course. Are you maybe a bit deaf, Mous? I just told you that this spell fundamentally has changed me from top to bottom. I'm a mare in every department."
>"No, no I can see that... And that's not what I meant."
"What did you mean then?"
>"I meant... Uhm... Even your... How should I put this... Ehrm... Preferences?", he stammers, his face still as red as a tomato.
"My preferences... As in my fetishes?"
>"Eh... Yes."
>My, oh my~ Did a certain human just get curious about you and your sexuality?
"One could think that it would have done that as well, but... No. Funnily it didn't."
>You reach a hoof out to his right leg and begin to idly rub it. And much to your delight he doesn't back off.  
>In fact he seems to quite enjoy your caressing, biting his lower lip and even sporadically leaning his leg into your touch as you stroke it.
>Poor thing must have yearned for a just a tiny bit of affection for some time now... No wonder. He isn't the most out-going type.
>And it doesn't help that ponies aren't too fond of all things not pony... As affectionate as they may be, the strange and alien form of a human seems to repel them something fierce.
>With Twilight appearing to be the odd one out... And a lucky exception for you and your former sexual needs.
>But that's not the current point right now... They are nice enough after all. 
>Let's see if you can "break" and open him up some more...
>Shooting him a half-lidded gaze and a seductive grin, you begin to play with your mane with your free hoof.
"I still enjoy blowjobs, facials, anal and some rougher forms of sex just fine... Just as the receiving end now instead of the giving one."
>"O-Okay... I understand."
"I'm sure you do.", you coo and wink at the blushing human.
>Snickering quietly, you skid closer once more and then lie down next to his leg, your hooves still slowly fondling it and creeping ever so closer up to his thighs.
"And of course I didn't lose my kink for thigh highs and socks as well~"
>"Socks? Oh, wow... And I g-guess..."
"Yep~", you interrupt him, "I just like to wear them myself now in lieu of seeing my partner in them. They make me feel like a naughty, little filly~"
>"Uh-huh."
"I even own a few pairs myself.", you say with a titter, "Pretty striped ones and a few that are a bit more... Well... Lacy. If you get my drift."
>"Y-Yeah, I do...", he stammers and looks down at his leg, following with great the interest the movements of your hooves on it.
>He just would have to say something an you would show him what else they can do. But he's so adorably shy. 
>Hmm... Now that he isn't looking you might as well take a quick peek at something that currently interests you much more than his eyes... His crotch~
>Let's see... Oh...
>Oh my~ Someone is pitching quite a tent in his trousers. That must be really uncomfortable~
>But judging by how strained it looks, you will be in for quite a treat once you unleash what's causing all this strain on the poor fabric of his jeans.
>Just a bit more... And he is yours.
"Maybe..."
>Your voice snaps him out of his erotic trance and he locks eyes with you again.
"You want to see me in one of them?"
>"I..."
>He gulps hard and shakes his head.
>Come on... Don't make yourself unhappy, kid. A cute and sexy mare is offering herself to you... You just can't refuse an offer like that.
>"I... Yes. But..."
>Finally~
"But what, stud?"
>The moment the last word has left your lips, a wild shudder rocks his body and you see his cock twitch in the corner of your eye.
>Hey, hey. Seems that he likes to be called that... Good to know~
>Mous quickly recovers from his mini orgasm and groans.
>"But why me? Why not one of your coltfriends?"
>Coltfriends? What does he take you for? A whorse?
"Firstly, I don't have any coltfriends. I'm not some slut who goes to some random stallion and asks him to rut her. I'm more the romantic type, you know? And secondly..."
>"You asked me to do exactly that this morning, though."
"Yeah... That would have been my "secondly", but you decided to rudely interrupt me."
>"S-Sorry."
>You titter and gently pat his thigh near the large bulge he sports. 
>God...  His pants barely even can contain his throbbing erection. To say that you're wet right now is a fucking understatement.  
"No biggie, big guy."
>"S-So what is this reason then?"
"Simple. You can't knock me up."         
>"I can't get you p-pregnant?" What has this to do with anything?", he blurts out. 
"Pretty much everyting. You see, Mous, I'm in heat. Like pretty much everypony, or every mare to be exact, right now. Didn't Twilight tell you about this?"
>"C-can't recall that she did."
>Oh, how awfully forgetful of her... But you know a way or two to teach him about this magical phenomenon called estrus.
>Preferably you would like to show him the more physical and invasive ones~
"Well, you see... Mares aren't fertile all the time. They go through a so called "estrus-cycle" every few weeks in which they are."
>Scooting closer to his side, you let one foreleg "accidentally" brush over his raging hard-on, eliciting a cute short yelp from him.
>The first of many~ You're just sure of that.
"And during this cycle mares tend to get... Well... A bit more eager than usual. And this eagerness can reach quite overwhelming levels. To the point..."
>Your muzzle finds its way to his chest, its sudden touch causing your human friend to wince something fierce.
>He smells so good... You almost forgot how humans smell.
>So simple, yet so satisfying. No overly exaggerated hormonal bullshit veneers his scent like in what ponies excrete. Just pure testosterone, salt and a bit of his own distinct smell.
>And it drives you wild.
"To the point...", you take another deep whiff, "Ahh... To the point were some mares nearly go insane if they don't mate. But that bears the risk of getting pregnant, so most mares simply endure it or look for other ways to find relief. Like..."
>"L-Like?"
>One last time you fill your lungs to the brim with his breathtaking aura, barely succeeding to suppress what would have been a loud moan before retrieving your muzzle again.
>A bit dazed you shoot him a wonky grin. 
"Mating with different species, like gryphons or humans for instance~"
>You can hear him audibly gulp and feel his penis twitch violently against your elbow... Seems like he adapted far quicker to Equestria and their equine inhabitants than you did.
>How nice for you~
>"I didn't know that..."
>Man what do they teach kids in schools these days? Apparently no proper horsefuckery.
"You do now... So I assume you can understand now why I can't sleep around with some random stallion?"
>"Y-Yeah, I do... You would risk getting p-pregnant."  
"Precisely. And what are you going to do?", you whisper and rest your head on his shoulder.
>"Is it..."
"Hmm?"
>"Is it bad?"
"Very.", you groan, "My body is so young and thus so eager to breed. It downright screams at me to find a stallion and let him empty his balls in me... But I don't want to get pregnant... You on the other hand..."
>You give his earlobe a gentle nibble.
>"Hnnggh!"
>Works like a charm~
"You simply can't! You could help me to extinguish the fire that burns in my loins...", you breathe throatily and lap at his ear, "So what do you say?"
>For a short moment he stays silent, letting the gears in his cute little head of his grind, but then you suddenly feel a hand on your back and his mouth open.
>His unexpected touch sends a pleasant shiver down your spine and coaxes your body to prepare itself for what it wants most right now.
>"I w-will. But..."
"Y-Yes~ What else, stud?"
>Hopefully you aren't leaking all that much... Twilight would kill you if you ruined her new carpet with your slick fluids.
>"About those socks you mentioned earlier..."
>A snicker escapes you and you press your body closer against his.
"Of course. Striped or lace?"
>"Striped."
"Good choice, Mousy. They are my favourite too... My room in two minutes, okay?"
>"Okay."
"Great. You won't regret this. I will make your first time unforgettable for you."
>And with that said you plant a quick but wet kiss on his neck and dislodge yourself from him, an act which took you quite a bit of willpower.
>You just want to rip his clothes off and rut him right here on the floor...
>But that wouldn't be a good idea. 
>Soon you will be lodged together in a much more intimate and fun way anyway.
>That will be worth the few minutes you have to wait.

>And how did those two minutes fly away!
>In one moment you were galloping to your room like a charging bull and in the next you were already lying on your bed, waiting and yearning for your lover.
>Of course you didn't forget to put those socks on Mous asked you to wear. 
>Nice dark-green ones with black horizontal stripes adorn your hindlegs roughly up to their thighs now, giving you this naughty feeling you love so much.
>In theory you would have had a pair for your front legs too, but putting these on would severely hinder your ability to manipulate things.
>Things like his pesky clothes and that rock-hard dick of his...
>And you certainly wouldn't want that, would you now~
>A quiet content sigh escapes your tightly sealed lips and you take a short whiff at your coat.
"Mmh~"
>You even used what little time you had left to pretty yourself up a bit and put on a few dashes of your favourite perfume.
>Nothing too fancy though... Just a few strokes through your mane to tame it and a cute black collar for your neck that Rarity got you for your birthday last month.
>"For when you find that special colt, my dear~", her voice echoes in your head.
>Man... That was the most awkward moment of your young filly life. Rarity might have whispered her words to you, but of course everyone knew what her gift was for.
>Especially Twilight teased the shit out of you over the next few days... Calling you various dog names and even buying and hiding leashes around you room.
>But she didn't mean no harm and even apologized for her childish behaviour afterwards.
>Still you kept one of those leashes though... In case you might need it for some advanced kinkiness one day.
>And it goes really well with your collar, which in return suits you really well, giving you just that bit of extra lewdness that Mous might appreciate.
>Oh my... The effort you put forth just to please your favourite human really is astounding. 
>Well... "Favourite"... An easy task given the fact that he's the only one around now. Nevertheless you still like him a lot.
>Perhaps even more than a friend should... But that's an issue for another day.
>Estrus now, feelings later.
"Thanks, Rarara~", you giggle and flick the small golden pendant in the form of your cutie mark that hangs from the choker.
>Propping your head up on one hoof, you begin to idly draw circles on the bedding with the other while you stare at the door.
>It's just a matter of seconds now until he will come through it.
>And then you will show him something else other than your room he can come inside~
>God... You can't wait any more. What is taking him so long?
>If he isn't here in one minute you will...
>Suddenly your ears perk up as they hear quiet footsteps coming from Twilight's living room, drawing closer and closer to your room until they eventually peter out right in front of your door.
>Pony hearing really is something else~ 
>A thin smile spreads on your lips and thousands of different thoughts on how to "greet" Mous begin to shoot through your head.
>Maybe the pony classic? Front down, hindquarters up and tail raised high? A mare usually never can go wrong with that.
>"Pipsqueak's favourite" as you like to call this position... He always came rather quickly but he compensated for that with his tongue and just being a real sweetheart.
>He even bought you a lovely golden necklace that you still wear to this day whenever you have a girl's night out.
>You wonder how Canterlot is treating him... The last time you heard of your former lover and coltfriend was last winter.
>Hopefully he's well and found whatever he was looking for. He certainly deserves it.
>But enough of that... It sadly just didn't work out.
>That pose maybe could a bit too direct for your shy human friend, though... Not that you accidentally scare him away with your bluntness.
>Mmhh... Something more subtle then... On your back perhaps? With your hindlegs crossed and your tail draped over your flanks?
>That would look sexy as hell and isn't all that straightforward.
>Also it would allow him to explore your body rath-
>Three sudden knocks on your door rip you out of your train of thought before you could finish it. 
>Oh, how polite. He's such a gentlecolt~
"Come in, Mous~", you say and decide to roll with the way you're lying right now.
>That will surely do as well.
>No stallio-... Man would be able to resist you anyhow,
>Slowly your door opens and a trembling human enters trough it, his gaze fixed on the wooden flooring of your room.
>God... He's so wonderfully shy. 
"Heya, big guy. I've been waiting for you~", you coo and pat the spot next to you.
>"H-Hey...", he almost inaudibly stammers.
>Mous closes the door quietly behind him and begins to walk towards you, his shaking hands tightly clenched into fists.
>The air is heavy and saturated with his sweat. Each breath fills your lungs with his lovely, testosterone-laden scent, driving you wilder by the second.
>Viscous streams of what your marehood produces so generously are already running down your thighs and darken the garters of your socks. 
>You know that he can't smell your pheromones in it, but somewhere in your brain a tiny part of yourself still hopes that they somehow manage to affect him nevertheless.
>With great interest you follow every single one of Mous' steps as he slowly converges to you. Assessing with zest that the bulge in his pants didn't get one tiny bit smaller.
>If anything it looks even bigger than before...
>But that could be just your perverted imagination~ Not that you would mind, though.
>Finally he reaches your bed and wordlessly sits down next to you, hiding his beet-red face from your gaze with his hands and arms.
>Aww, how adorable.
"What's the matter, stud?", you poke him, "Cat got your tongue?"
>"K-Kinda... I'm nervous, A-An... A-A-An...", he winces, "F-Fuck! This is so weird!"
>Mous lets out a frustrated sounding groan and slaps his knees something fierce, the resulting sound making you flinch.
>Huh? What's up with him? You suspected that he would be nervous, but to that degree?
"What is bugging you, Mous? Tell me."
>"I... Nothing... Everything!", he shouts, "I... I don't know, okay?"
>You've a slight feeling about what... No... You know exactly what his problem is.
>So you get up and close what little distance there is between him and you, gently nuzzling his shoulder to get his attention.
>Your sudden sign of affection visibly relaxes him and you hear him quietly sigh.
>"Sorry for lashing out."
"Don't worry about it. Say..."
>"Mmh?"
"Is it because of me? Or what I used to be?", you ask and sit down on your haunches.
>"Y-Yes."
>That's what you thought. 
"Look at me, Mous."
>He gulps and turns his head around to face you. His eyes firmly locked at yours at first, but quickly shifting their gaze down to your lower body where they go wide once they see what you're wearing.
>A soft giggle escapes you and you lean back a bit, relocating your mass centre further backwards and thus allowing your hindlegs to spread even more and him to see more of them.
>And judging by the look on his face he seems to like what he sees~ 
"Tell me. What are you seeing?"
>"A... A pony.", he states and locks eyes with you again.
"Please be more precise."
>"A pony m-mare."
"Exactly. That's what I am now and that is what I am going to be for the rest of my life."
>"B-But still! You us-"
"Shush now!", you interrupt him, "Mous..."
>"Yes?"
"I already told you how I feel about this, didn't I?"
>"You did."
"And if even I managed to accept my new self, why can't you too?"
>He sighs and cups his head in his hands, peering into the empty space between his legs.
>"I don't know, An... A-An... Fuck!"
>Does he... No that can't be.
>But... Maybe that's the case. Perhaps you should... Yeah, that could work.
"Call me Hornet, Mous."
>"W-What?"
"You heard me right, big guy. If this makes it easier for you, just call me by my pony name instead of my real one."
>He stares vacantly at you for a short moment, but then eventually nods and shoots you a small, but genuine smile.
>"O-Okay, Hornet. I will call you that if it doesn't bother you too much."
"Well...", you snicker, "It does bother me a tiny bit, but..."
>Returning his smile, you get into a normal sitting position again and cock your head a bit to the side.
"Green Hornet is a really cute name and it does suit me rather well, doesn't it?"
>Mous chuckles and reaches a shaking hand out to you, tucking a stray strand of your mane behind your ear.
>His unexpected touch elicits a quiet moan from you and you lean into it, relishing the sensation of his thumb slowly stroking the short fur of your cheek.
>This feels so nice... Much nicer than you ever imagined. 
>A mare could easily lose herself in this... And so you do.
>For what seems like a small eternity he continues to caress you, his hand's embrace getting stronger and bolder with each passing second.
>Soon you can feel it creeping up to your ear, tracing its outline for a bit before beginning to rub its sensitive tip.
>Another moan escapes through your tightly sealed lips and a warm shudder runs down your spine.
>"Indeed it is...",
>His voice snaps you out of your sensual daze and you look at him with unfocused eyes.
"H-Huh?"
>"A c-cute name for a cute f-filly."
>Oh my... That's probably the nicest thing you heard since... Since... Since ever!
>It may be because of your current heated state, but hearing this really made your heart flutter.
>Out of their own accord your lips form a seductive smile and you take his hand into your hooves, placing it on your chest, right above your madly beating heart.
"Oh Mous..."
>"Wha!"
>Your sudden move took him by surprise and all he can seem to do is staring at you with widely open eyes.
"Did you forget already?"
>"F-Forget what?"
"I'm a mare now!"
>"O-Of course. Sorry..."
"Don't be, stud. Just let me show you how much of a mare I really am~"
>You let go of his hand and crawl onto Mous' lap, planting your plot down on it and locking your hooves gently around his neck.
>Nothing else than the loud beats of both of your hearts and your short-winded breathes disturb the silence in your room now and you look deeply into his eyes.
>His amber orbs shine brightly and draw you ever so slightly closer to them, like a moth to a flame.
"Mous...", you whisper.
>"Hornet..."
"Are you ready?"
>"Y-Yes. I am."
"Good. Because I can't wait any more."
>"Me neither."
>That's all you need to hear. 
>Letting out a soft moan, you begin to slowly pull the human closer to you. Inch by inch until nothing more than a thin layer of heated air separates your faces.
>For a short while you two stay like this, just staring into each others eyes and sharing your hot breathes.
>His scent is almost addicting... Masculine and strong, yet not in an intimidating way like most stallions smell.
>It just makes you feel save and protected. Like nothing in this strange world could ever hurt you, because he would protect you from it.
>No stallion, no matter how big or strong or muscular they were, was ever able to give you this special and unique sensation.
>And how unique and special he truly is...
"Oh, Mous...", you say and rub noses with him.
>You want to kiss him so badly... To just press your lips onto his and wrestle his tongue into submission would be so incredibly satisfying, yet...
>Something keeps you from doing it.
>And this something is the simple fact that you don't know if he would want it this way. 
>To make this perfect for him... To give him the best time possible... To just satisfy him. All that somehow seems to override your own carnal avidities right now. 
>"H-Hornet." 
>Two shaking hands find their way on your back, starting to gently rub up and down on it and drawing out a raspy groan from you.
"This feels nice... You feel nice."
>"T-Thanks... Y-You too."
>You giggle and peer into his pools of shimmering amber.
>They are full of insecurity and nervousness... He is waiting for you to make the first move.
>And of course you will gladly fulfil his wish. 
>Pulling yourself nearer to him, you let your hindlegs slide besides his torso and then cross them behind his back, forcing your bodies to meet even closer. 
>His throbbing erection is now pulsating directly against your crotch and the temperature in his face sky-rockets. 
>Hopefully he won't mind his pants smelling like you for a while... Because they surely do now~
"So...", you breathe.
>"Y-Yeah?" he stutters and buries the tips of his fingers deep into the firm flesh right above your flanks.
"Your first time, huh?" 
>Mous doesn't answer you... Well... At least not directly. A fierce twitch of his cock takes this over for him.
"Everyone only has one of these.", you say and begin to play with his hair, "So just tell me what you want and I will do it with zest~"
>"R-Really? You would do that?"
"Of course... Only the best for my favourite human."
>"Okay then. C-Could you... Uhm..."
"Yes, stud?"
>Another heavy tremble buffets against your marehood, educing a small spurt of its lubrication out of it. 
"Mhah! Just tell me~"
>"Could you...", he lets one of his hands wander from your back up to your neck, caressing your lower mane, "Maybe kiss me?"
"'Tis your first one too?"
>"N-No... I m-mean..."
"Be honest with me, Mous. I won't judge you."
>He sighs and sheepishly smiles.
>"Yes... Yes, it is."
>What lovely news~ 
"Alrighty then, stud. Whatever you want. Just follow my lead, okay?"
>"O-Okay."
"Close your eyes." 
>Nodding, the human does as you told him and closes his eyes, his lips already puckered up in anticipation.
>God... He's just too cute. Time to check if he tastes just as good as she smells.
>And there really only is one way to find out if that's the case or not, isn't there?
"And enjoy~"
>One last time you deeply inhale his virile scent and briefly relish the strange effect it has on you before letting your lips creep closer to his.
>They meet in a soft and gentle kiss, exploring their counterpart for a while ere they begin to smack faster and harder against each other in a passionate and sloppy flurry. 
>His taste is so familiar yet so incredibly alien at the same time... Mixed with his smell it floods your mind with memories of times long gone by.
>You cock your head to give your lover better access to your maw and a stand against the pressure his head exceeds on yours in an attempt to convince him to settle for a longer and deeper kiss.
>Luckily he understands what you want from him and calms down enough in his youthful ardour to allow your tongue to crawl out and trace the moist outlines of his lips.
>At the same time you feel two curious hands trailing down your on back to your plush flanks, cupping both of them in a firm grip. 
>His sudden and bold advance elicits a yelp from you and a buck from your hips, forcing his massive bulge on which you sit a bit into you. 
>Words cannot describe how badly you want to fully feel him inside of you now... But for now you have to be patient.
>Finally he gives into your tongue's pleads and forsakes his resistance, a fact that you immediately exploit.
>Wasting no time, you invade his mouth and search in it for his own tongue, inviting him to a sensual and slippery dance that he gladly accepts.
>They dance and snake around each other, coaxing their match to more and more adventurous and keen manoeuvres as they probe and tease one another. 
>With a push of your pelvis you topple your human lover to the soft mattress of your bed and fully seal your lips one final time before breathlessly breaking the kiss, a thin string of your combined saliva still connecting you two as you reluctantly pull your head back. 
>His eyes are firmly locked onto yours as you retrieve your hooves and straddle over him, your tail spreading the musky aura of your arousal through the room. 
>You just can't wait any more...
"Sorry, stud... I need you now.", you huff and begin to crudely unbutton his shirt with your mouth.
>Once being a human certainly helped with this task and in no time his bare chest lies before your hungry eyes.
"Oh my... Mous~"
>The healthy equestrian lifestyle sure enough left quite the mark on him... Almost no fat lies under his tanned skin. Just toned and brawny muscles, glistening with his sweat in the faint light that happens to flood your room. 
>He isn't herculean by any means, his general build wouldn't even allow for this to happen, but he is in a much better shape than you ever were.
>Not that you complain of course.
>It just looks like you owe Applejack and her orchard a very special thanks for shaping this delightful body~
"You're gorgeous, you know that?"
>"N-No... No one ever told me that before..."
"Well... You certainly are.", you chuckle and nuzzle his cheek, "So..."
>"Yeah?"
"What now?"
>"W-What now?"
>By Celestia... He's just too adorable.
"Well duh~", you chortle, "I said you get to call the shots, didn't I?"
>"Y-You did... Uhm..."
"Just tell me what you want, stud. I'm pretty much open to anything or... Anywhere? You decide!"
>You playfully swat his chest and then lie down on it, looking with half-lidded eyes at him and eagerly anticipating his wish.
>But he just stares back at you, wildly blushing and occasionally opening his mouth. No words come out of it though. Only more "Uhms" and "Ehrms."
>This simply won't do... Time is running after all. And quite quickly at that.
"Mousy...", you say and paw his chest, "Don't be nervous."
>Pulling yourself closer to him, you rest your head in the crook of his neck and gently lick his earlobe.
>"Hnngh!"
"Methinks you just can't think straight right now. Should I maybe vent some of your pent up steam?"
>"Yes, please!", he blurts out.
"Okay then~ Mouth or hooves?"
>Uhm... I..."
"Say mouth~", you interrupt him, "I'm quite talented with it and..."
>Your tail brushes over the bulge in his pants, eliciting another raspy moan from him and a hard jerk from that what created it.
"I'm a very polite mare~ If you catch my drift."
>"Y-You mean?"
"Mhm~ Every single drop. You just have to say the magic words."
>"Please."
"No. I said magic words, not magic word, didn't I?"
>"W-What?"
"Three easy words, stud... I will even tell you most of them.", you whisper, "The first one is "suck" and the last is "cock". I'm sure you can figure the rest out by yourself~"
>You hear him gulp and feel a hand on your head, softly leading one of its ears to his mouth. his hot breath flowing around it and sending a pleasant shudder down your spine.
>"S-Suck my..."
"Yes?"
>"Suck my cock... Please."
>Well... Technically that were four words, but let's not quibble over details.
"Your wish is my command~"

>Finally he managed to open himself up a bit... His shyness might be endearing but it also is rather wasteful of your limited time together.
>Maybe on a subsequent date you can savour his coyness a bit more thoroughly, but for now... 
>Let's find out what magnificent thing hides underneath those jeans of his~
>Nuzzling his ear, you slide down on his torso and shoot your lover a quick wink before planting a wet kiss between his breasts and softly blowing on the wet spot you created.
>If he is just a little bit like you, he will enjoy getting caressed like that.
>Your tongue creeps out of its moist cave and takes a big lap across his chest, twirling the short hairs there and ever so slowly crawling closer to his nipples in narrow circles.
>His skin is covered in a sheeny coat of sweat, filling your mouth and hazing your mind with the salt it contains, and you make sure to lap as much of it up as your tongue can reach.
>"H-Hornet..."
>One of his hands grabs your mane, trying to persuade you to go down further faster, but you don't have any of that. 
>Instead you press against it and embrace the perky tip of his breast with your lips, starting to gently suck and gnaw at it. 
>A fierce shiver churns his upper body and the clutch on your hair tightens, tugging harshly at it,  the resulting sensation causing your tail to suddenly raise and your marehood to contract.
>Something hot and slick leaves you and runs down on your thigh before you feel the rim your sock dampen. 
>God... It has been a while since you last felt that... Stallions just don't like to get rough. And this hasn't even been intentional. 
>Taking his nipple between your teeth, you carefully twist it and give it a soft yank, wresting a short, high cry from him.
>"Ah!"
>His little yelps and moans of ecstasy are so heavily cute... You just can't get enough of them.
>Once more you engulf it with your lips and begin to trace its shallow outlines with your tongue, slowly at first but picking up speed as you can feel him squirming under you more and more.
>Almost wave-like Mous' body convulses as you continue to assault this virtually pointless, yet so intriguingly sensitive, part of him with your slippery muscle, drawing out increasingly louder and lewder noises out of him.
>"Gnnhh... H-Hornet please..."
>Heh... Too much for him? Maybe you overdid it a bit~
>One last time you give his nipple a gentle gnaw and then let it slip out of your wet grasp.
>The appetizer is nice, but... You really want the main dish right now.
>Lightly flicking it as your farewell from it, you begin to pepper kisses down on his chest, blowing on every wet spot you created before going lower just a tiny bit further.
>You always loved it when Twilight did that... So you hope he does as well.
>But judging by the little shivers and hisses you elicit with this from him with every caress, this appears just to be the case~
>So you reduce your pace a tad and make a slight detour along the lower end of his ribcage, gracing each and every single rib you come across with your lips.
>At last you reach his lower abdomen and dig your muzzle into the soft flesh there, nibbling at his navel before retrieving it again and taking one step back.
>His hand slides off your head and it now stands before, or over to be precise, the impressive bulge in his pants.
>Licking your lips in anticipation, you push his legs gently aside and lie down between them, your sensitive pony nose instantly noticing how much stronger his scent is here.
>This is it... Just two mere layers of cloth separates you now from what you want most.
>Your hooves start to assault the button of his trousers, but those damn things can't seem to get hold of it and just slip off over and over again.
>No this won't wash! Not at all!
"Grrr..."
>Why did he have to wear jeans today? 
>Mous watches with a rather amused look on his face as you desperately attempt to unbutton his pants and he quietly chuckles when he hears you growl.
>"L-Let me help you out with that."
>And just like that, with one simple move of his fingers, his trousers spring open, its fly having no chance to withstand the pressure it is exposed to and instantly revealing his bulged boxer shorts. 
>Almost instinctively you bite your lower lip and barely manage to stammer out a faint "Thank you" before you slowly draw closer to his rock hard, but still blanketed cock.
>The way it smells is breathtaking to say the least. Like him, just infinitely more concentrated and virile.
>At its highest point has the tent of thin fabric been darkened by the clear fluids he leaked and you coaxed out of him. Surely the origin of this overwhelming scent.
>Shaking your head to regain your composure, you take the rim of his underwear into your mouth and begin to gradually pull it down.
>You just have to see... 
>More and more you reveal of his throbbing cock, your eyes unable to leave it, until it finally shoots up from its linen prison and proudly stands in all of its glory before you.
>He's... He's bigger than you initially assumed he would be. His penis is nearly as long as your forelegs shins and easily just as thick as them.
>Of course he wouldn't be able to compete with your run-of-the-mill pony stallion. But nevertheless...
>You can't wait to finally feel it inside of you... No matter where.
>After all it's not the size that matters, it's the way he uses what whatever god he believes in has given him and how long he lasts.
>And the last time you checked, humans certainly have the advantage on the latter... Like Twilight had to assess during countless steamy and sweaty nights.
>Tcha... The memories. Not the current point though...
>With one final pull, you bring both his trousers and boxers down to his thighs, for more your weak muscles and hazed mind simply don't suffice.
>But that will do enough and spare for now. 
>Man... You almost have forgotten what a human penis looks like. So smooth and simple compared to a stallion's tool.
>No sheath, no medial ring and certainly no flare. 
>Meaning you won't have to worry about choking when he shoots his thick seed down your throat.
>Very convenient~ 
>Satisfied from the sight of his twitching shaft, your eyes wander down lower to his balls and you have to squee a bit when you see how full they seem to be.  
>Without thinking you bury your muzzle deep into the wrinkly sack of skin that harbours them, drawing an almost effeminate yelp out of your lover and filling your nostrils with their rich, musky smell.
>Y-Yeah... They sure enough feel fraught alright... Full to the brim with what they produce in such galore.
>When was the last time he had the peace and quiet to jerk off you wonder... Knowing your purple unicorn friend and her tendency to monitor her current "test" subjects, it must have been ages ago. 
>Inhaling his strong scent once more, you tear your muzzle away from his sack and shoot him a sultry grin.
"Oh, Mous... Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
>"Tell you what?", he groans.
>You place a hoof on the underside of his cock and start to lazily stroke it, forcing a small spurt of his pre out of it.
>"Hnngh!"
>That sadly misses you or your appendage completely... What a waste. 
>But you are sure that there is more from where that came from. Much more~
"That you are so pent up~ That can't feel good, can it?"
>"N-No..."
"Doesn't Twilight give you any time for yourself?"
>"You know...", he chuckles, "That she's always around studying and watching me."
"You poor thing. And you even have to share a room with Spike. So no privacy there either!", you state with mocked dismay.
>"E-Exactly."
>Giggling, you gently nuzzle the tip of his penis and then push it against your cheek while looking at the human with your best bed-room eyes.
"You must be incredibly grateful to have me then. Somepony who will gladly take care of all those pesky carnal needs of yours."
>Mous gulps and rubs the back of his head for a short moment, but then eventually nods.
>"I am."
"Say it again."
>"I really am, Hornet."
"Mhm~  Shall we start then?"
>"Y-Yes please."
"As you wish, stud~", you coo and place your hooves on the base of his dick, "But before we begin..."
>"Yeah?"
"Don't hold back. When you're about to cum, just cum. Forcing yourself to prolong the inevitable will just ruin the whole experience for you."
>"Okay... I will keep that in mind. T-Thanks."
"Just a tip from lil' ol' me. Now lean back and enjoy, stud~"

>With him pointed in the right direction, it's time for you to focus on a completely different kind of tip now... The one on his penis~
>Slowly you let it brush along your jawline, teasing several soft groans and yelps from Mous out with the sensations your short bristly hairs there give him as you gradually guide it to your moist lips.
>Another clear droplet has already formed there and you eagerly suck it up, quietly moaning when you feel that what you gathered hit your tongue.
>The taste is so wildly different from a stallion's... Not watery at all and incredibly satisfying in a strange way.
>It's sweet and savoury with just a tiny hint of salt and bitterness in it, reminding you somewhat of an expensive gryphonian herb liqueur you once had. 
>And that was just a small drop of his pre and not his actual load... You can't even imagine how it would taste like.
>Or how thick and sticky it must be after all this time he had no chance to get himself some relief.
>God... You want it now.
>What are you waiting for then?
>Parting your lips, you engulf his glans with them and start to suckle on it, somewhat gentle at first but quickly forgetting this notion as you draw more of his tasty fluids out of him. 
>With zest you ingest every drop as it comes and allow his throbbing shaft to enter your awaiting maw bit by bit, guiding its advance into you with your tongue.
>When you feel him hitting the entrance to your throat, he is only half-way in, so you prop yourself up a bit and then proceed to further lead his impressive girth into you.
>Easily you overcome the slight resistance there and you hear him moaning in pleasure when he feels the tight walls of your oesophagus squeezing the sensitive tip of his dick.
>Once again one of his hands find its way to your head and starts to exert a minor pressure on it, but this time you comply and let it lead you. 
>"Ah! H-Hornet!"
>It doesn't take long for your muzzle to hilt against his pelvis, the unnatural feeling in your throat causing your eyes to water and your nose to run, and you begin to swallow.
>Each gulp evokes a strong convulsion from his stiff penis inside your gorge and a sharp hiss from your trembling lover, both of which persuading you to stay like this for longer and longer.  
>But the need for air at last takes its toll and you push against the strain he bears on you, letting his cock slip out of you bit by bit until just its smooth tip still stays within your wet and warm grasp.
>Mous exhales sharply and throws his head into the pillows, his hand is still firmly holding onto your mane and trying to coax you to go back down again with soft pushes against it.
>You giggle at his endeavours and instead of yielding to his demands once more, you decide to give him something else.
>Something you enjoyed yourself quite a bit, back when you still had a penis of your own.
>Snorting, you retract your muzzle from his palpitating cock, suckling at its very tip for a bit before getting the attention of your lover with a quiet laugh.
"Let go of me for a moment, please."
>He shoots you a rather bewildered look at first, but then does as you told him with a nod and a affectionate stroke through your mane.
"Mmhmh...Thanks~"
>Now free from his guidance, you start to plant kisses along the underside of his penis, gracing each inch your lips met with a soft gust before going down further.
>And it has the desired effect, just like you hoped it would, eliciting a short-winded moan from Mous and a light buck of his hips with every repeat of this procedure.
>Finally you reach his swollen testicles and nuzzle them for a short moment, their musky smell hazing your senses and filling your mind with depraved thoughts, before taking one of them into your mouth.
>His distinct taste is even stronger there and you can't help but to shiver as it overwhelms your sense of taste as you begin to assault it with your tongue.
>In wide circles you let it trace the fraught and hard sphere that hides underneath the rugose skin while you direct your hooves to this throbbing shaft, starting to slowly pump it.
>His quiet cries of ecstasy and the frantic tremors of his lower body are easily worth the slight pain and sensation of discomfort this position gives you.
>With a silent "pop" his testicle exits you again and you grant it a parting kiss before shifting your attention to his twin and beginning to furiously lap at it.
>Mous' body trembles and you feel him wildly twitching between your appendages, a warm slick splatter landing on them and dampening their coat.
>"Mmmha!", he groans and takes your hooves into his hands, bringing their movements to a sudden halt. 
>Oh my... Maybe you should slow down a bit, or...
>Maybe you shouldn't~
>Ceasing your tongue's activities on his balls, you pick yourself up and kiss each of his shaking hands before shooting him an amused look.
"What's the matter, stud? Getting close?"
>"Y-Yeah, I am..."
"Then why did you stop me?", you snicker, "Didn't I tell you to don't do a certain thing you just did?"
>"I-I know, but...", he chuckles and retrieves his hands.
"But what?"
>"I really want to... Uhm... Want to..."
>Another embarrassed chortle escapes him and he rubs the back of his head. 
>God... He's still so shy about it.
>"You know... Cum in your mouth."
>Or perhaps he isn't~
"Oh!", you chirp, "That's a good reason to stop me then, of course~ Not that I accidentally rob you of such a special treat just because I got a little bit too carried away down there."
>"Heh, my thoughts exactly."
"Well...", you say and lead his cock to your maw once more, "Then let's not refuse you this any longer. And lest I forget..."
>"Y-Yes?"
"Please do be a gentlecolt and tell me when you're about to let loose... I want to taste every single drop of your cum on my tongue ere I swallow it~"
>His mouth opens but just a surprised and high-pitched sound comes out of it. 
>Still so easy to fluster... How cute~
>No more words are needed and you start to stroke his penis again, engulfing the tip of it with your lips and greedily claiming what you coaxed out of it before.
>The taste of his pre is so much stronger and more intense now... Bearing traces of his actual seed in it and clearly showing you that he indeed was close.
>Not what you would call an academy record in stamina, but this is just for him and not for you after all.
>That will come afterwards~
>Once more you guide his pulsating length into your throat, this time taking far less time and quickly hilting against his groin.
>Almost immediately you pull your head back and force it down again, using your tongue to steer his entry in and out of you.
>"F-Fuck! Don't stop!"
>Faster and faster you bob up and down on his increasingly twitching shaft, imbibing each and every one of his raspy moans and yelps you draw out of him as they would be the finest of wines. 
>Your hooves hold his cock firmly in place and squeeze it in varying intensities every time you give them enough space to do so, providing you with a foretaste of what is to come with the salty liquid they elicit.
>"Ah, H-Hornet! Hnnggh!"
>Just a bit more... 
>One final time you fully let him penetrate your gullet and begin to fiercely swallow, massaging his cock with the muscles of your throat like you would with your marehood.
>His penis is jerking wildly against the tight clutch of your maw, desperately trying to break free from it and giving you an almost unbearable choking sensation, but you stand firmly against it and continue to stimulate him with your tongue.
>Randomly it strokes and laps against anything it can reach, teasing more and more winded moans out of him as he keeps you securely lodged against his crotch.
>Finally you can feel a distinct and very familiar twitch and hear the words you have been waiting for:
>"I-I'm cumming, Hornet!"
>Immediately you pull your head back until only his swollen and hot glans remains within the moist boundaries of your mouth and start to rapidly masturbate him. 
>With no resistance your hooves glide over his slippery cock and as they reach his loins again you see his balls contract out of the corner of your eyes.
>"H-Hornet!", he cries out and at last lets loose.
>Several hot spurts of his sticky seed shoot out of him and splatter against your tongue and roof of your mouth, filling your orifice with an intense taste.
>His taste is... Unique, strong and nothing like you ever had tasted before. Tangy and savoury beyond believe with a strong salty note that's almost addicting.
>More and more floods into you and you make sure to guide every drop of it onto your tongue as you savour his frantic convulsions and moans of ecstasy. 
>At last the last bit of his love's efforts leave him and you can feel his length gradually shrinking in your mouth, gracing it with a few last suckles and licks as it does so.
>With a quiet wet noise you let it slip out of your mouth and get the attention of your lover with a soft poke in his stomach.
>He's quite heavily breathing and bears a goofy smile on his face, but eventually focuses his gaze onto you.
>Opening your mouth, you show him everything you have gathered from him, swirling it around on your tongue and playing with it before you audibly swallow.
>His seed runs viscously down your throat and you can't help but to moan loudly as you feel it doing so.
>So thick... So rich... So incredibly satisfying~
>No stallion could ever produce something like that... Even if it isn't all that much, it is so much more satisfactory and filling in a literally sense. 
>Quality over quantity~ Sometimes it's as simple as that.
"Ahh....", you sigh breathlessly and crawl onto his chest, "That hit the spot." 
>Wrapping your forelegs around his neck, you bury your muzzle into the crook of it and sprawl yourself out on him.

>A bit surprised by the sudden closeness you brought upon him, a rather high-pitched yelp escapes him and his arms jolt up.
>For a while he just lets them stay there, seemingly not knowing what to do with them until a soft squeeze on your part gives him a not so subtle hint and you feel them shakily embracing you.
"Mhmmm."
>This... This is something you yearned for.
>Just lying there in the embrace of somepo-... Someone you truly care for and enjoying the warmth and comfort he gives you.
>And by god... It has been so long since you last were able and lucky enough to experience this.
>Ever since you've became a pony you might have gotten more outgoing and pleasing to the local population's eyes, but that sadly didn't make it easier for you to find a partner.
>One could think that it would done that, but...
>Exactly the opposite was the case.
>Only a few stallions were willing to overlook the fact that you basically once used to be one of them and didn't mind to date you.
>But more often than not you parted ways with them rather quickly, mostly for some very stupid or confusing reasons.
>Either they were just in for the physical part of a relationship and not the emotional one as well or your still very human personality, humour and mindset drove them away.
>So you were forced to spend most of your short life as a pony alone and by yourself.
>Of course it was never a problem to lure some stallion into your bed whenever you've felt particularly horny or lonely, but that is and always was nothing more than a stopgap solution.
>And in the long run you just want something... Well... Solid. A partner whom you can trust and who cherishes you for the person or pony you are and not for the fact that you happen to possess an adult sex drive despite still technically being a filly.
>Tcha... What can you say? You were always a very romantic person.
>A silent sigh leaves your lips and you cuddle yourself deeper into your lover's arms, savouring the  feeling of his bare skin on your thinly haired underside.
>But...
>Maybe... Maybe this could work out, given enough time and care.
"Ach...", you quietly groan into his neck.
>Stop it, An-... Hornet. You're getting ahead of yourself, like usual. 
>You don't even know if he feels the same you might feel for him and even if... Nothing special has even happened until now. You just sucked him off and now happen to lie in his arms. 
>Which is nice indeed, but... That doesn't has to mean anything, even if it looks like that he's enjoying it too.
>From the corner of your eyes you can see him smiling a quite content seeming smile while he idly strokes your back and the lower part of your mane.
>Well... A mare can hope, can't she?
>For now you will just relish this for as long as it may persist and see what the future, perhaps even a very close one, might bring.
>Maybe this will turn into something beautiful, maybe it won't.
>Yes... That sounds good and like something you can live with.
>Inhaling his sweet scent one last time, you heave yourself up and peck the tip of his nose as you lock eyes with him.
>His pools of amber, as small as they may be, still shine as brightly as they shone before and you still could peer until the end of time into them. 
>Mous shyly laughs and graces your muzzle with a kiss of his own.
>Just as you feel his lips departing from it again, you press your own onto them and force his head deep into the pillows on which it rests.
>No tongue this time since you don't particularly want to get him acquainted with the taste of his own seed, which still lingers in your mouth, and so the kiss ends just as quickly as it began. 
>You retrieve your head again and beam him a soft smile. 
"Feeling better now?"
>"Y-Yes. Thanks."
"Oh, Mousy.", you giggle, "No need to thank me. Say..."
>"Yeah?"
"Did you enjoy it? Did lil' Hornet make you feel good?", you breathe and bat your eyelashes at him.
>For the now sixth, seventh... Or even eighth time? Honestly you stopped counting... But the colour of his face is now more fitting for a beet than for a human.
>It feels nice being able to so easily flatter him.
>"Uh... Well...", he chuckles, "Of c-course! But I'm sure you were able to tell..."
"Mhm~ I sure was and you sure were pent up. You came so much in my mouth, I nearly wasn't able to swallow it all."
>"Sorry, I didn't mean t-"
"Oh, no no no. It's quite alright, stud.", you interrupt him, "What did I tell you before?"
>"That you are a v-very polite mare?"
"Exactly~", you coo with a sultry grin on your lips, "So don't worry about that any more in future. I will gladly take everything you have to offer~"
 >"O-Okay then."
>Your lover lets out another quiet laugh and averts his eyes from yours, obviously quite embarrassed by your pillow talk.
>God... You just adore this wonderful shyness of his.
>It's like you are in one of those cheesy /ss/ hentai mangas you used to love back on earth... 
>Let's see how far you can push this and Mous before it's getting too much for him~
"Maybe... You want to know how I liked it?"
>"H-How you liked it?"
>You lick your lips and shoot him a short nod, drawing small circles on his chest with one hoof while softly pawing him with the other.
>In the meantime you let your tail brush over his now fully flaccid member, smearing its long, silky hairs with what little of his cum he still leaks. 
>His eyes dart from side to side and you feel his fingers suddenly bury themself deep into your flesh as he ponders what to say.
"Hngahh..."
>Oh my... That is certainly something you've never felt before.
>The way his nails scratch and tear at your sensitive skin, the gentle yet powerful pressure his dexterous appendages exert on you in ten small spots... It's a bit painful, that you can't deny, but nevertheless arousing in its own strange fashion.
>Perhaps that's why Twist keeps that weird gryphon around... 
>Hearing your cry of ecstasy, Mous' ears perk up and he focuses his gaze on you, a devious smile spreading on his lips as he puts the pieces together. 
>Without warning he let's his hands claw down your neck, each inch they cover coaxing another loud moan from you and fierce traction from your marehood.
"Aahah, M-Mous~"
>All strength suddenly leaves your body and you collapse onto his chest, tightly embracing his neck with your forelegs as you savour the sensation of his hands scratching their way down on your back.
>Several slick trickles stream out of you and down your thighs before they run onto his loins and sodden the short, curly hairs he has there.
>In mere moments the air in your room is satiated with the heavy aroma of your musk which, mixed with the strong scent of his sweat, returns the erotic haze from before to your mind.
>This intensified sense of smell is something you certainly never want to do without... It just adds so many extra layers to the whole sexual experience.
>Once his hands reach your midsection, he bores their fingers even deeper and with more force into your skin and instead of the anticipated jolt of lust an icecold surge suddenly washes over you.
>Your eyes shoot wide open and your mouth goes ajar as you feel an intense feeling of dread and danger spreading through your head. 
>Closer and closer Mous draws to the more sensitive half of your body, as your mind falls into pieces.
>It downright screams at you to get away and find some place safe, but each attempt to do so is rendered void by your muscles rigid with fear and so you just have to endure this horrid spectacle in silence.
>W-What is this?!
>Why can't you move?
>You want this to end! 
"Agh..."
>What was formerly so pleasant and nice turned so suddenly into something horrible. You feel no lust or pleasure any more, just the hard and sharp edges of his nails slitting you open and the pain that results from that.
"Nnhaa!"
>At last he reaches your flanks and when you feel him harshly scrape over them, you finally regain control over body and immediately jolt up.
>Your hooves wildly flail around and batter at him. All that fear and terror that has accumulated in your mind finds and outlet through this and you can't seem to stop it in your terrified stupor. 
>"H-Hornet?! What the fuck has gotten into you?!", he says and crosses his arms in front of his face in an attempt do protect himself from your assault.
"Stop! Stopstopstopstop! Please stop!"
>Jumping off his body, you cower away from him and curl yourself up, heavily breathing and not knowing what just happened.
>Every single fibre of your body is frozen in fear and your whole trembling frame is covered in cold sweat.
"Stop... Please..."
>The incredible sense of terror still lingers in your mind and doesn't allow you to think clearly and so you don't notice when Mous gets up and sits down next to you.
>"H-Hornet..."
>You don't answer him... You simply can't right now.
>A gentle touch settles on your head and you flinch away from it, but it is persistent and just ignores your efforts to get away from it.
>It begins to slowly stroke your mane as something warm embraces your hoof, softy squeezing it in short intervals.
>Gradually you feel yourself calming down and your breathing getting slower as whatever currently caresses you does so.
>And after a short while you're finally able to recover your intellect and open your eyes, that what they see filling you with an intense sense of joy.
>It's Mous... Smiling warmly at you and bleeding from several small cuts on his arms.
>Small cuts that you inflicted...
>"Hey."
"Hey..."
>"Are you alright?"
"I guess..."
>"Thank goodness.", he sighs in relief and helps you up.
"Thank you..."
>"No problem. But what was that all about? Did I accidentally hurt you?"
"No... No you didn't. In fact it felt rather nice."
>"Why the freakout then?"
"It's difficult to describe."
>"Try.", he says and places his hands on your withers, starting to gently rub them.
>Why isn't he mad at you? You fucking hit him.
>Your eyes can't seem to find their way to his and just stare at the slightly blue, vaguely hoof formed marks on his forearms.
>God... You feel so miserable and stupid right now. You could slap yourself over and over again.
>All of the ecstasy and contentment you've felt before has vanished into thin air and got replaced by an amorphous blob of mixed emotions, mostly consisting of sadness and despair.
>Tears start to form in your eyes and your lips begin to quiver as you think about what to do or how you could fix this.
>But no straight thought is able to find purchase in your scrambled mind and your ears droop.
>Maybe it's for the best if you just run away and lock yourself in Twilight's room... He surely doesn't want you no-
>But before you can execute your plan or even just wallow in more self-pity, Mous suddenly pulls you to him and firmly embraces your shaking form.
"Wha!"
>"Come on, Hornet. I'm not mad at you."
"B-But why? I made you bleed!", you blurt out and look up to him.
>"Yeah, maybe a bit. But you didn't do it deliberately, did you?"
"No, of course not."
>"Why should I be mad at you then?"
"I don't know... I just feel bad for hurting you over something so stupid."
>Mous chuckles and brushes a few strands of your mane out of your face.
>"Don't. You didn't even hurt me. I mean...", he says and takes one of your hooves into his hand, "No with those weak, delicate hooves of yours..."
>W-What?
"Are you implying that I'm weak?"
>"Well... You are a filly, aren't you? And fillies are adorable and feeble creatures"
>He just knows what to say... He always did.
"I kicked your ass last week. Did you forget that already?", you say and hug him back.
>"Just because I let you."
"Whatever makes you happy, stud... Still I'm sorry."
>"It's okay. Just tell what made you do it so, you know... So I can avoid that in future.", he chuckles.
>In future... Hearing those two words from him makes your heart flutter.
"Yes, of course."
>Wriggling yourself out of his embrace, you wipe a few tears away and sit down in front of him. 
"You see... When you approached my midsection, I began to feel more and more uneasy and scared."
>"Scared?"
"Yeah... Like I had to fear for my life or something. It was very weird... And when you clawed down my flanks my mind just took over and well...", you point at his arms, "You know the rest."
>"I see..."

>Mous crosses his arms and starts to silently hum some random song, apparently contemplating over something while vaguely tapping his fingers to the beat. 
>You know that song... But you can't put your hoof on the name of it right now. The shame from hitting your human lover still dwells in your mind and makes you stare at the bedding in front him.
>At least the cuts on his arms already ceased to bleed. Only a few bruises and crimson stains remained there as a reminder of what you did to him in your temporary mental meltdown. 
>Pony hooves may look very soft and tender, and some parts of them really are, but they are indeed more than capable of inflicting some quite serious injuries. 
>Especially on unprotected flesh... Hopefully you didn't hurt him all that much.
>But he seems relatively unbothered by the current battered state of his arms, so you might not have to worry about that after all.
>Heh... Either he is a lot tougher than you used to be as a human or you really are weak.
>Probably the latter... Honestly said you've lost quite a bit of your former bite and snappishness ever since you've became a pony.
>Well... At least you're cute.
>Suddenly he snips his fingers and bops you on your shoulder to get your attention, ripping you out of your world of thought.
>"Hornet!"
"Y-Yes?"
>"I think I know what made you freak out like that." 
"You do?"
>"Eyyup. Look at these and tell me what you feel.", he says and opens his mouth wide. 
"Huh? Your teeth? What's so special about them?"
>The human shakes his head and points at two very specific and specialised sets of teeth in the front of his oral cavity.
"Oh, you mean your canines!"
>"Mhhm!"
"I don't know what you want to prove with this, but okay..."
>So you do as Mous told you and lean forward, focusing your eyes' gaze on the four pointy and very sharp looking teeth in question. 
>And what they see makes you feel anxious... Scared even. 
>Not to such an extreme extent as before, but still enough to cause that sense of danger, terror and vulnerability to return. 
>Once more you begin to sweat and your breathing starts to accelerate as you continuously stare at his ivories, gradually discerning more and more of their small details as you do so.
>Like the small serrations his incisors possess... You know that they are supposed to have those, but  just now did this fact come home to you.
>Everything just looks inherently dangerous and like it was made to harm you.  
>If he wanted he could just pounce at you and sink his fangs into your neck, slashing it to ribbons and shreds as he indulges himself on your warm blood and your desperate, terrified screams.
>God... Why are you thinking those horrible thoughts?!
>Mous would never do that... He's far too nice for that, but nevertheless you feel the almost overwhelming urge to run away.
>Is this why ponies didn't like you in the beginning? Because they saw a potential dangerous carnivore in you?
>A predator that poses a threat to their very lives? Just like you saw Mous now?
>That would explain so much...
>Luckily he closes his mouth again before you're fear gets the better of you again and shoots you an inquisitive look.
>Thank Celestia...
>"So? What did you feel?"
"Fear... And threat."
>"Just what I thought!", he chuckles and claps his hand together.
"What now? What did you think?", you ask and dash away a bead of sweat on your forehead.
>"Well... Simply put, when I scratched your flanks earlier your instincts just got the best of you."
"My instincts?"
>"Yep. You're a pony, aren't you?"
"Duh... Of course I am one. You can see that, can't you?", you say and present a hoof to him.
>"And what are ponies?", he asks with a giggle, his hand embracing your hoof.
"Small horses?"
>"Yeah... That too, but more importantly they are prey animals. Or at least they once were."
>Hmm... That makes a surprisingly amount of sense. Except...
"But that doesn't make any sense. I wasn't born a pony, I just got turned into one. Why should I have their instincts?"
>Mous nods and taps your head.
"H-Hey!"
>"Apparently you still somehow got them. Maybe that spell changed more than just your physique and sexual orientation?"
"Believe me it did, but... I would never have thought to such a degree."
>"You're a pony in every other aspect, though. Heck, you're in heat now too! And you certainly act like one in it."
>How he would know that is beyond you, but... He has a point there.
"Hmm... You're right."
>"I'm always right!"
"You wish, stud~", you giggle and lie down next to him.
>A hand is put on your head and begins to lazily rub and stroke your ears, kneading their sensitive rims and playing with their soft tips.
"Mmhmm..."
>Maybe you should ask Twilight about this instinct thing later. It seems like there still is a lot she didn't tell you for whatever reasons.
>"Like that?"
>But for now you are feeling comfortable with just knowing what to avoid. 
>Time is running after all and you still feel rather bothered down there, despite that whole strange and intimidating incident from before. 
"Stop and I will buck your face in."
>"Heh, okay then."
>And so you feel his other hand joining the fun, settling down on your back and massaging your tense muscles there. 
>This feels nice and relaxing... What a bit of fear and terror can do to your body really is astounding. 
>A quiet moan leaves your lips and you rest your head on his crossed and sadly fully clothed again legs, the latter thwarting your plan to catch a glimpse of his junk.
>He must have done that while you were imitating Fluttershy... How annoying. 
>Better rectify that immediately lest he thinks that this is over already just because you had a little freak-out.
"Hey Mous..."
>"Yeah?"
"How are you feeling?"
>"Good. Thanks for asking. You?"
"Same here... But that's not what I meant."
>"Huh? What did you mean then?"
"Are you ready for round two?"
>"R-Round two?!"
"Uhu... Or did you already forget the underlying reason why we are here?"
>"O-Of course not. You're in heat and asked me to help you with that..."
"Exactly. And as much as I enjoyed helping you to release your pent up steam, it just further stirred the fire that burns in my loins."
>"Well... I still feel a bit numb and sensitive down there, but..."
>You like how that "but" sounded.
"I'm listening."
>"Maybe I could h-help you with y-your pent up steam in the meantime?", he quietly suggests, avoiding your eyes, "Until I'm... Uhm... Ready again."
>Oh my... Lookie there, a certain someone just got a bit more assertive. What a surprising and welcome turn of events~
>You already wondered when that would be the case... Hopefully he didn't get all too brisk now, though.
>That would be seriously boring. His shyness was just too much fun.
"Sounds delightful stud, so say..."
>Crawling halfway onto his lap, you swarm up on his torso and lock your hooves around his neck once you are at eye-level with him.
>All the while you make sure that your body is as as close to his as possible, rubbing your soft underside against the hairless skin of his chest and pressing your forehead against his.
>A long, silent hiss escapes him and he guides your plot onto his lap, not so subtly groping and fondling it while he does so.
>His fingers still keep themselves out of any danger zones, though. Not that you would have minded that.
>But it's kinda endearing that he still tries to be polite about this.
>"Y-Yes?"
>Once your flanks are nestled nice and comfy on his crossed legs, just barely gracing his crotch with their presence, you dislodge your face from his and beam him a sultry smile.
"Do you have something specific in mind or..."
>Using the little momentum you got out of a kick against headboard of your bed, you turn your lower body around and wrap your hindlegs around his midsection.
>Oh me, oh my... Aren't you just a nimble little creature?
"Do you maybe just want to learn a little bit more about the body of a mare? Because..."
>"B-Because?"
>Grinning from ear to ear, you shift your body weight further back and thus force both of you gradually down to the mattress. 
"Because I might know a way or two to teach you properly."
>When you can feel your back making contact with the linen bedding, you free your lover from your appendages' clutch and land with a quiet sound on it that sounded a bit like...
"Pomf~"
>That.
"So tell me, my dearest Mousy, what are we going to do on the bed?"