>Today, your second day in Pony land, you were formally introduced to Twilight Sparkle, and her five tag-alongs.
>"Twilight, you can't just ask poor little Nonny to, to debase himself like this, why it's downright unmarely of you, what would your father think?"
>That's what little Miss Rarely is saying behind the closed door anyway, but you're not giving it much attention.
>Because you've just passed a mirror.
>And you're Nonny Bravo.
>You snatch at some scrolls and a quill, and reach down to grab the little lizard man tasked with guarding you.
>Soon, as Princess Celestia relaxes on her throne during Day court, a flash of green light signals a scroll popping into existence before her.
>She unfurls it to read, 'Hey big momma, I need the ponice, a handsome stranger has broken into Twilights home.'
>After a few seconds, another scroll flashes in front of her.
>'Oh wait, that's just me.'


>You drop the little lizard back down and run your fingers multiple times through your hair.
"Man I'm pretty."
>As the door you're stood by opens, a slightly exasperated Twilight smiles to you. "Okay Nonny, I think we're ready now."
>You stride inside, the five other mares sat down in a semicircle, before Twilight sits down to complete the set.
"So what's all this about, you need my manly ways in some way?"
>"Uhhh, whatever manly ways are, I don't think so." Twilight begins before Flash nudges Appletini, "Unless manly translates to studly, amIright?"
>Flash snickers before getting an elbow from Appletini and the stinkeye from Rarely.
>"Well as I was saying, I've finally managed to convince the girls that as a new species, and the only one of your kind, I, we, well... We sort of, need to study... Your anatomy. Only what you're comfortable with though! I-I'm not some matriarchal, down with the stallionism movement kind of mare or anything, heh."
>You raise an eyebrow.
"So... What do you need?"


>"Can we see your body Nonny?" Ponkle Pop asks.
"Heck, why didn't you say so?"
>You spin around, and your black t-shirt goes flying off, colliding with Butterfly and hiding her completely.
>If you were paying attention, you'd hear a very deep inhaling sound, and an 'oh yeeaah....' before she'd slide the t-shirt down just enough that she can see you.
>But you're not.
"He ha hoo!"
>You strike three poses, making your mountainous body bulge, muscles bulging out from your blocky chiselled frame.
"So what do you think, perfect, or perfectly perfect. Ha ho!"
>You move quickly as you pose from one shot to the other, finishing with a double bicep pose so you can look down at the six of them.


>Twilights pencil is snapped in half, the front half of it having drilled a hole straight through her notebook, her eyes wide and her mouth opening and closing.
>Rarely has bitten her lower lip so hard it's drawn blood.
>Appletini is desperately fanning herself with her hat.
>Flashes wings are stood straight up and is panting with her tongue hanging out.
>Butterfly has your t-shirt draped over her muzzle as she breathes, the black fabric hiding the rest of her body, but her eyes are sparkling as she gazes at you.
>And Ponkle Pop has fallen over, a leg twitching in the air.
>Heh, of course, perfectly perfect.
>Now if only you could find some babes around here to impress.
>And why'd they all decide to sit down in those puddles?


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>"Ah'm tellin ya Rainbow, ya can't be takin advantage of him like this. He's pure, innocent, too good for this world!"
>As you stride through ponyland with your new friends, the male populace stares at you in envy.
>Only natural of course when you have the greatest gun show on Earth. Pony world. Whatever.
"He ha ho!"
>You cry out, striking poses while walking, black t-shirt fit to burst as it's moulded like a second skin to your bulging muscles.
>You don't catch your friends stumbling and tripping over themselves.
>On her back with a hoof twitching in the air, Dash eyes you hungrily, "I'd take advantage of him if you know what I mean, heh heh."
>She's roughly pulled back to her hooves by Raritys magic as they all quickly catch up to you.
>"Oh yes of course Darling, colts just love being treated as objects with no regard to their feelings. You're obviously the expert here. What were the names of those stallions 'begging for you to take them home' last weekend?" Rarity asks.
>"O-oh, well, you wouldn't know them, there was... Hoof... Cleaner and uh, Whirr... Burr..."
>"Thank you sir?" AJ concludes before the girls break out in a giggle at Rainbows expense.
>"Anyway, point is poor lil Nonny don't know he's bein all.... Downright sexy when he does these things, we should be protectin his innocence, not takin him out clubbin! What if some mare tries ta roofie him?"
>"Oh come on AJ, I'm sure it won't be that bad, we'll see him shake his bubble flank around, no harm no foul."


>You stride right on up to the doors of the club, and with a mighty boot kick and slam them open.
>The music scratches to a halt, and all eyes in the place turn to you.
"That's right lil mommas, the party animal Nonny Bravo has arrived!"
>You spin around and moonwalk right into the middle of the dance floor.
"What is this a party or a morgue?"
>You look down to a little pony, gazing up at you with wide eyes.
"Come on ponies, loosen up!"
>The music is hesitantly started up again.
>You reach far down, sinking your big fingers into the mares ass as you squeeze and raise her up, starting to shake her all around.
"Yeah that's it momma, shake it, hoo, ha!"
>You finally drop her back to the floor as it looks like she's more loose and limbered up now.
>You didn't see her holding a drink when you lifted her up, but she must have spilt something with all the fluids splashed on the floor below her.
>Everyone still looks so stiff and unmoving.
>Time to break out your signature move.
"Do the monkey with me!"


>At this, all hell breaks loose.
>Two thirds of the mares trying to fight to get to you.
>The other third fighting to keep them back.
>And the colts having drinks knocked over them and trying to back up from the pandemonium.
>"Back Lyra back, we don't know where he's been!"
>"He gave us consent BonBon, he gave us conseeeent!"
>"Dangit Fluttershy stop, he don't know what he's sayin! Rainbow help me hold her!"
>"I AM!"
>"He wants me, he wants us to do it!"
>Tables are used as barricades to try and keep the hungry mares back.
>"Hold on my darling, I'll save you soon!" Rarity calls out while her and Twilight hold back Pinkie.
>"Come on girls, he can't be that naive, he's practically begging for us to ride that party cannon!"
>You continue dancing, unperturbed from the added weight of ponies holding onto your legs, torso, and arms, all gyrating and rubbing against you, moans disguised by the music in the air.
>These ponies sure have some weird dance moves.
>Now if only you could find some chicks...


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>"Since our gaze did meet across from my throne, I knew you were the one,
>your beauty and grace unparalleled, it dwarfs my rising Sun.
>The curves of your body, the softness of your lips, how I long for the chance to touch,
>if I could spend each day worshipping in awe, I know you'd like it very much.
>Your soul is bright, your heart a delight, your smile a Godsend, it's true,
>each moment I have alone, anytime my thoughts drift away, I always am thinking of you.
>The baritone of your voice, each move that you make, it gives my body the shivers,
>and when I think of you above me, gazing down, it sends me all aquiver.
>I long to feel you, to touch and be touched, to let you do as you would with your hands,
>any decision I make, any motion I take, I find they all have you in my plans.
>I've pledged my life to my kingdom, yet for you, I'd pass on my Crown,
>move away for a simpler life, you and I, in a little old town.
>For you I'd do anything, please name it, to show you I really care,
>fame or solitude, luxuries or a simple life, I can be that kind of mare.
>And any others you desire, with how wondrous you are, I know they'd beg to be in our herd,
>whatever you want or need, I am eager to please, you have only to say the word.
>This poem is so hard, when I think of you, my heart flutters like the wings of a dove,
>but if you give me a chance, and let me hold you close, I think you too could fall in love."


>At least that's what you had planned on saying the next time you'd meet Nonny.
>Instead you find yourself giggling and snorting like a schoolfilly and blushing up a storm.
>"Well if you thought Nonnys was good Princess, ahem... A unicorn and a pega-"
"Yes yes Twilight that's very good, please fetch us some more tea."
>You usher your student away without looking.
>How could you possibly look away, or hear her in the first place, when this mighty mountain of a... Man, yes, man, has captured your very heart with but a glance and a charming sentence.
>How could you even notice the five of Twilights friends and your sister Luna all sat with you, when you're suffering from a tunnel vision of love.
>"And then I says, 'Hey baby, you're pretty, I'm pretty, why don't we take this back to your place and stare at each other."
>Instantly you find yourself giggling like silly, running out of breath until you're wheezing.
>"Really sister I expected better, this is pathetic." You ignore her, and don't bring up that shrine to Nonny you saw in her wardrobe.
>How could you possibly have been so lucky to have this hunk dropped through the universe and delivered straight to you.
>And how could you have been so unlucky as to have so many jealous noble colts cry out that this new species should be taken to Twilight, the Princess of friendship, so that his wild, untamed ways could be civilised.
>It's not his fault a party of school-fillies were taking a tour of the castle when he elected to show off his leopard print underwear!


>You never should have allowed colts to own titles, ungrateful bastards.
"So, my sweet Nonny..."
>You can't help but blush at the thrill you get at calling him yours.
"Are you typical for the males of your species?"
>"Ha! Typical? No-ones as sassy..." He stands up from his seat, spinning back, his powerful musky scent bathing you all.
>Luna is already struggling to stop her eyes from rolling back.
>Who's pathetic now sister?
>Twilight races into the room, and comes skittering to a stop. Seems she's learnt that these displays can happen at any time.
>"Studly?" He swings that huge slab of a muscled arm around, the revving of some heavy machine roaring up in the background, before he tenses his arm, a huge boulder of strength rising up.
>"Boom!" All your heads lurch back an inch or two, as if you all just felt the power exploding from that globe of rounded muscle.
>"Check the pecs." He spins back towards the table you were all seated at, his torso suddenly bare.
>"He ha hoo!" With each flex, his chest muscles contract to his will, and you all feel an accompanying jolt of pleasure shoot through you each time.
>It quickly becomes unbearable as you gaze upon his magnificence, but you keep hold of the moan that wants to shriek forth from your lips as your whole body is attacked with pleasure.
>You can barely keep your head from slamming into the table, your body suddenly feeling so weak from your release.


>He of course doesn't know what you've all just done.
>Just like his muscles, he's deliciously dense.
>Not in a bad way of course, you know he must have a brilliant mind, a poets heart, a lovers embrace... He's perfect...
>He's just innocent is all. Like the freshly driven snow...
>It takes you all a few minutes, while the oblivious, gorgeous Nonny at some point put his clothing back on.
>A shame, but how could you even concentrate without it? His species must have designed it to contain his studliness, even if it does seem like a crime to do so.
"Ah, y-yes... Such a statuesque form could not just be, typical... And what of the females of your species, what are they like?"
>"Hoooooooooo momma! Everything about them just drives me WILD!"
>Of course he'd have such love for the opposite sex. Such passion, such desire. He wouldn't care about their titles, what they own..
>They wouldn't have to woo him, have to put on a show..
>He'd love them for them, he'd love them down to the very essence of their being.
>"The hair, the lips, the legs, the hips, everywhere Nonny goes, Nonny sees babes of all shapes and sizes, and Nonny's got enough love for them all."


>You smile dreamily towards him while backing up slightly from the table, giving yourself room.
"And, what of mares... What of the mares in our world..."
>You sway your head back and forth, your illustrious mane following, whipping wildly before you stay still, your ethereal mane flowing everywhere.
>Your body is turned to the side, allowing him a full profile view with your neck high while you look to him.
>You dip your slender stomach low, arching your back to make your huge round flank jutt out as far as it can, while exposing your heavy teats, usually hidden by your thick shapely thighs.
>You raise your wings up high, freshly preened as your chest puffs out in front of you, your soft fluffy tuft ever so inviting.
>You press your hooves firmly into the ground in front and behind you, making your legs look as long as possible, stretching your body, showing off every curve you have to give.
>You flutter your long eyelashes towards him, eyes sparkling.
>You lick your plump pouty lips, making them shine with moisture as you gaze at him with a longing you wouldn't know was possible were it not for him.
>You may have completely forgotten the poem, but you weren't going to clit this up.
"Do you think of us in the same way?"


>"Nope!"
>You fall over yourself and soon collide with the table, flipping it upside down and getting tea over everyone.
>You scramble to your hooves, backing up.
>Usually you'd be mortified at spilling a drink on a colt, especially the prettiest colt in all of existence, but instead you stare at him in horror.
>It feels like he just stabbed you in the heart.
>Your entire life felt like it had led to that moment, the moment where you'd confess your love to your soulmate and live happily ever after.
>He sits there with a perplexed look on his beautiful face, one eyebrow raised, as you try not to let the insult completely destroy you.
>It wasn't meant in spite.
>And it wasn't really aimed at you...
>But all of pony kind.....
>Wait, he doesn't find any mare appealing, at all?
>Realisation dawns on you, and with tears in your eyes you rush towards the kitchen, throwing Twilight along with your magic.
>There you find Spike, preparing the food you'd all be eating.
>Good old Spike, at least he knows his place, bastard nobles.


>You plop Twilight down in front of you.
"Twilight, from this day forth until otherwise noted, you are no longer to go on friendship quests, or write me friendship reports."
>"Wh-what, but friendship is the most important thing in Equestria!"
"Not any more it isn't, this is a much higher calling. Your mission is now to help Nonny get over this species barrier he has, to have him find ponies desirable. I expect reports from you and your friends whenever you overcome a hurdle. I must make him mine Twilight, I MUST win his heart."
>Twilight nervously looks left and right, struggling as she too seems to have just had her whole life, her purpose, ripped away from her.
>"But... Friendship... But... I... I understand that it's a grand goal to work towards, but-"
"You will be the first mare after Luna to join our herd."
>"You can count on me Princess!" She salutes, pushing her tuft out in front of her.
>You let out a sigh of relief as you wander back out, to see Luna cuddling with Nonny, sat in his lap, running her tongue along his neck, the highest she can reach from this position.
>She visibly shivers from his undoubtedly delicious taste, her horn alight, the other girls pounding at a ghostly blue, twinkling shield that surrounds them.
"Luna get off him!"
>"He has tea on him sister, I am BEING POLITE!"
>You drag Luna away to the chariot waiting outside, you can't be around Nonny right now, it would hurt too much.
>As you're both being flown back to Canterlot, during the frustrated silence, you turn to her, relenting.
"Okay, what did you get?"
>She smiles as she raises up a long, thick golden lock of his mane. "Score right?"


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>You can't help but smile as you look at Nonny and the now broken school desk he was sat in.
>"Sorry Twi, I don't think these were made with my machoness in mind."
>No... No they certainly weren't...
"That's okay Nonny, just take a seat on that beanbag chair."
>This is just perfect.
>The chance to teach a gorgeous otherworldly stallion in your makeshift classroom.
>Just like your neighponese comics.
>The stallion in question more than twice your height, and bizarrely with cute beady foal eyes in comparisson to his over-muscled body, and often a Janefilly personality.
>You only discovered that while stalk- err, making sure he had everything he needed in the bathroom.
>Not that you saw anything else!
>You weren't that kind of mare, you were just interested to see what lay behind those shades of his.
>And as he washed his face, and opened his eyelids, what a surprise you got.
>Then again, the eyes are the windows to the soul.
>It's only natural his would be the small, adorable, innocent eyes of a foal.
>You let out a sigh at the memory of such serene and delicate beauty.
>Such contrasts seem to be the norm with him though.


>You never thought you could fetishize muscles like a few mares do, the cuddlier but sleeker stallions always yours and most other mares favourites.
>And yet this giant musclebound being has such beauty in his alien form.
>Stallions like Bulk Biceps have great size, but such coarse muscles with angry veins and twisted flesh, skin looking too taut for them, like they could rip at any moment.
>Yet even without a thin layer of fur, Nonnys' perfectly smooth skin looks, well, perfectly smooth.
>Unblemished skin, rounded packs of heavy muscle all working in tandem, his body almost like a delicate yet powerful machine you can see working with each of his movements, muscles gliding against each other, flexing and relaxing when needed.
>Far larger than Bulk Biceps yet somehow without any of those drawbacks.
>But in comparison to his animalistic strength, he has such coltish splendour.
>For example, his mane is glorious.
>You've seen colts in Canterlot spend small fortunes at manedressers, coming out with manes and tails that pale in comparison.
>You're sure that even if a bucket of water was dumped over his head, rather than ruining it, it would only serve to make him prettier.
>Golden locks cascading over his muscled... Trapezius and Pectorals... Yes you're sure that's right.
>Magnificent...


>Then there's his hands, and what might as well be miniature protective hooves at the end of each one, on his thick fingers.
>And again, in stark contrast to his large, strong hands, that could squeeze... Areas of you...
>Those shiny protective shells seem to be perfectly manicured.
>It's things like that, his full lips that almost promise to be soft, or his fine tailored clothing, all contrasting to his overwhelming form.
>Each highlighting the other to an even greater degree, like black on white.
>And of course that's just the visual... His deep voice is like the richest of chocolate.
>You never understood metaphors like these, they seemed so randomly plucked from the air, no rhyme or reason, and yet with him it's the first thing that springs to mind.
>So deep it reverberates through you, his voice always loud.
>Yet each word passes his lips with purpose, he draws them out, adds on ten syllables to a word that only needs one or two.
>When his lips part, you instantly listen, hanging onto whatever he might announce to the world.
>You must admit, you often find yourself bored when colts talk.
>It's almost like they have no desire in the thing they're trying to get you to be interested in, and are just going through the motions.
>When he speaks, it doesn't matter what it's about, he speaks with a grand authority, his passion almost burning you, not a single word wasted.
>He's like a good book.


>............
>Okay, you'd better not think that again until later in bed, your whole body just started spasming.
>And then there's his scent.
>Stars above it's a wonderful mystery.
>A little sweetness, some tang, something alien, mixed with such a heavy musk.
>And yet it's a scent that shouldn't work.
>Individually fine, but mixed together they shouldn't all be coming through so clearly, making your eyelids droop and a dopey lust filled half-smile form on your face.
>Delighting your senses in a way it just couldn't if it was manufactured.
>It makes you wonder how he might taste, and how... Certain areas of him might taste even better...
>And holy horse apples you haven't even smelt him when sweating yet.
>That would only intensify it.
>Maybe you should incorporate some sort of test to get him all hot and sweaty...
>Running, lifting things up then putting them down...
>Pole dancing...


>"Hey thanks for teaching me Twi."
>You snap out of your thoughts.
"O-oh of course Nonny, I'd do anything for- I mean, it's no problem! But uhhh, where are you going?"
>You look to him in wonder as he stops in his tracks, almost out the door.
>"I meant thanks for teaching me today, times up. Old Nonny here's got a free massages for life ticket he needs to cash in at the spa! Thanks for teaching me how to match wits with a mime Twi!"
>And with that, he's gone.
>You look up to the clock to see you'd been standing in place, gazing at him while stood still and thinking to yourself, for the entire first lesson.
>You take out your list of lesson plans and write down 'Mime practice' just above 'How to give Twilight her first kiss', and give it a big angry tick.


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"Nonny, take a seat."
>You smile warmly as you watch him stride towards the beanbag chair, always full of confidence, grace, poise, "Hey wasn't this a different colour yesterday?"
>You stumble over yourself.
"Oh, ha ha, yes, uh, I just fancied a new one is all, I think this one goes much nicer with the aesthetics of the room don't you think?"
>You crack a grin as you conclude your perfect explanation.
>You absolutely did not ruin the last one making a clay mould of the big round bubble flank imprint he left behind.
>You definitely didn't marvel at the imprints of what must be two massive testes sat down between his shapely legs.
>What kind of heavy duty ball bra must he be wearing down there?
>You shake your head side to side. No! Mustn't space out again and keep wasting these golden opportunities.
>Spike even helped you make a few revisisions to your original, quite frankly, very hopeful list.
"Okay Anon, first of all, and this only extends to when you're being taught so I'm able to concentrate, for the love of all that is holy please do not restrain yourself outside of class time... But, no posing or taking off articles of clothing okay?"
>"Hmm, that's quite the tall order short stuff..."
>Hmph, you're a whole two inches taller than the average pony thank you very much.
>Well, you are basically a dwarf as an allicorn...


>"But just for you lil missy, though it pains me to deprive the world of my illustrious bod, I'll do it."
>He smiles to you.
>Just for you.
>You can't help but smile back, big and bright.
>You take a sip from a canned fizzy drink you brought to keep alert.
"Great then! So today, we'll be talking about the beginning stage of a relationship, or courting, the most important thing for any species survival, and for more intelligent species, something that's desired for far more than just that."
>You smile as you flip your massive chalk board over, where you've drawn up pictures of stallions and mares, offering things like flowers, a drink, or polite conversation to one another.
"First contact, when a mare, or a stallion! I'm a progressive pony after all, decides to 'make their move' as it were. Nonny, do these acts look familiar to you?"
>"Oh yeah, but that's not how Nonny Bravo rolls."
>You're the teensiest bit saddened to find out he's one of those colts that refuses to take the plunge first.
>But looking and being like he is, it's hardly surprising that he'd never have to try.
"Oh don't worry, I'm not expecting you to make the first move, I just want to see-"
>"Oh no, I aint some sad sack sittin all alone scowlin at the babes, Nonny is a man of action! You wanna see how Nonny would make a move?"


>The drive behind his voice makes your face light up.
"Yes, I'd love to!"
>You prepare yourself for him to quite simply ask you out, he wouldn't have to do more than that.
>Instead he moves towards you quick as can be, and as you've been finding out more and more, quick as can be means instantaneous for Nonny.
>He takes your can, lifts it to his lips to drink what remains.
>YOUR lips were just touching that... Unff.
>It's definitely a strange flirting tactic.
>But if he steals your drink and asks you out, there still isn't a mare alive that wouldn't cry out yes.
>But instead, he drops the empty can in the crook of his arm.
>He pumps his arm back and forth, flexing, his titanic bicep hiding the can, before he quickly pulls it out, and presents it to you in his large open palm.
>You gaze in astonishment at the muscle magic you just witnessed.
>You think muscle magic on reflex, but it doesn't actually exist, Nonny just invented it.
"Is... Is that... I mean it can't be, but did you... Did you just shape that can, with nothing but your bicep... Into... Into a-"
>"Puppy daaaawg."


>He did.
>Just by flexing his arm he crushed, cut, and twisted the metal of the can into the shape of a dog.
>How the heck did he do that?
"That's... That's simply incredible."
>You gaze up at him in amazement.
"What else can you do?"
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>"Hey Twilight, I've been hearing some real strange sounds down here, is everything al-...."
>Spike must have just come through the door and seen what you're seeing.
>There's the soft pitter patter of baby dragon footsteps, before he's stood right next to you.
>"How the heck is he doing that?"
>You don't take your eyes off of the spectacle in front of you, Nonny riding back and forth on a unicycle, juggling with six empty bottles, while holding a sword at the tip with his teeth, balancing a wobbling, towering pile of books on the handle.
"Honestly Spike, I've asked myself the same thing twenty seven times today."
>"Heh, twenty seven? What has he just been cycling up and down the room over and over? Is this his special talent?"
>You shake your head, the both of you still not looking at each other.
"No and no Spike. I think he either doesn't have a special talent, or his special talent is everything... This is the twenty seventh, completely unique act he's performed for me."
>You can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it.
"Can you imagine Spike, the training and dedication to do any one of the things he's doing now, and he can do all three at once, and much much more."


"All I've seen today would take a masters degree of strength, finesse, athleticism, balance, bravery, smarts, and other things I'm not even sure how to quantify... And you'll never guess why he started doing them..."
>Spike ponders for a moment. "One man circus?"
>You giggle for a second.
"Circuses don't usually have someone who's a black belt in every martial art known and has the certificates to prove it... No, he does this, to show just what a tremendous mate he is."
>"Wait what? But, he's told us he's wildly from the norm of the guys in his world, if he's going around doing all that, how-"
"How could his species survive when none of the males could possibly compete with him, and every female would be fighting over him? That's what I thought..."
>You frown slightly.
"But during our brief conversations between each of these displays, it sounded like he didn't actually have 'a number one main squeeze' as he'd put it, even though he's always looking..."
>You have to close your eyes, not wanting them to tear up.
"It's almost like, these displays of his, so incredible, a man of many, many talents, all to the extreme, showcasing how... Almost Godlike he is... Are to show the opposite sex that 'this is me, this is how great I am, now what do you have to offer?' We were wondering how other men could even compete next to him, but what happens when the babes need to woo someone as amazing as that?"


>You turn to him and open your eyes, you failed at holding the tears back.
"Spike... What if the reason he's not attracted to mares, is because we're just... Not good enough for him?"
>Spike takes on a sombre look as you sniffle.
>"Hey, hey now, you know that can't be true. Because if it was he'd have fallen for you instantly, because you're the greatest mare in the world." He hugs around your neck. "There's got to be another explanation."
>You sigh as you wrap a foreleg around him. You feel a little better, but you're doubting what he says.
"Thanks, my number one assistant."
>"Hey what's goin on here?" A deep voice asks from above.
>You sniffle and try to wipe your tears away as you turn to Nonny, having concluded his routine with something undoubtedly amazing.
"O-oh, Spike just gave me some bad news is all, a uh, book I wanted, is out of stock."
>He arches an eyebrow. "Well I know just how to sort that out. He ha hoo!"
>In three quick movements, hands sink into your fat flanks, you really need to start that diet, you're lifted up effortlessly out in front of him, and then you're buried into his chest as his tree trunk arms surround you.


>You thought that the slightest of touches from him would always feel sexual, would always send your mind swimming with perverse, unmarely thoughts.
>But not now.
>You close your eyes as you breathe him in, those arms, so strong and powerful, but holding you carefully.
>You're surrounded by his warmth, by his firm smooth muscles as you nuzzle into him.
>You're being cradled and hidden away from the rest of the world as he lightly rocks you against him.
>There is no safer place you could be than in his arms.
>No warmer, more comfortable place than against his chest.
>A happy smile breaks out across your face even though no one can see it.
>Your theory just got obliterated. How could someone so sweet and caring demand his love partners be as multi talented and spectacular as him?
>He'd love you as you are.... If he could just get over this species barrier...
>His arms slide down enough to allow your head to pop out from them, so you can gaze up to his beautiful face, gently smiling back down to you.
>You had planned on showing him just how great a life could be if he were to form a relationship with a mare.
>But if you want this to be a success, and you really do, you're going to need backup.


>You're going to have to get your friends to help.
>Why didn't you think of it earlier, when so many problems have been solved through friendship.
>He runs his glorious digits through your mane, and you let out a purr of contentment as you nuzzle back into his huge hand.
>"Feeling better?"
>It's all you can do to nod at him, the tears in your eyes now of happiness rather than despair.
>"Come on, class time's over, but lets go find your favourite book in this place. You aint heard how Nonny reads stories yet, hoo!"
>You rest your head against him while dreamily gazing up at his gorgeous face, framed by that sculpted jawline and perfect mane.
>You'll help him realise the happiness he could have with a pony.
>You promise.


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"Shucks Twilight, I aint sure whut I'm able to teach that mighty tall glass of water. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I aint exactly known for pickin up stallions."
>"Well I know you don't go seeking them out, but a strong mare like you never has any trouble getting them to notice you. Remember Trenderhoof?"
>She giggles as you roll your eyes.
"Yes, and I'd also like to forget. Way too coltish for me."
>You do know a lot of hard working janefilly type stallions, unfortunately they all seem to be related to you.
>"Well the point is while you don't think you have anything to teach, you may just accidentally do just that. And besides, it'll still be good for Nonny to learn more about the different types of personalities mares can have. We might just find out he has a thing for cowgirls."
>You have to fan yourself with your hat a little as you let out a deep breath.
"Alright alright you made yer point, I'll take him off yer hooves for a while."
>You place your hat back on your head.
>She smiles and lightly presses her neck to yours, rubbing softly. "Thanks AJ, I just know you two are going to have a great time, he's...."
>You wait a good ten seconds as she just stands there, before you take a few steps back to see the faraway look on her face.
"Dreamy huh?"
>You chuckle as she shakes her head and blushes. "Yeah, oh yeah..."
"So where is he anyway?"


>"BOOM!" You suddenly hear a deep voice shout, accompanied by what may as well be an explosion.
>You and Twilight sprint to the sound as quickly as possible, dodging tree after tree as you run through the orchid.
>You dig your hooves into the dirt to come to a stop, surveying the scene before you.
>An apple tree with all its apples bucked.
>And that's not all, all the leaves have fallen off as well, the whole thing's slanting over with a few roots having been pulled up from the earth, and in the centre, where the bark has been smashed away, is a smoking dent in the shape of a huge fist.
>And in front of it, Nonny Bravo and Applebloom.
"What in the-"
>Nonny spins around multiple times so his whole body is a blur. "Ha ho!"
>He poses a few times as he stops in front of your sister.
>"I don't know what this here tree did to tick you off, but he aint gonna be bothering you any more little missy, ha!"
>He about turns quickly, pointing an accusatory finger to the tree.
>"As for you, your mini damsel in distressing days are over, not while Nonny Bravos around."
"Uhhh..."


>You warily trot closer to them, trying to ignore the feelings fluttering through you as you look over his studly bod.
"Applebloom, were you tryin ta buck this tree?"
>Before she can answer, you're snatched up and layed across one of Nonnys powerful forelimbs as he gazes down to you, and your hind legs start automatically rubbing themselves together.
>"She was, but don't you fret none." He raises a leg, placing it on the stump of a tree you'd previously cut down, looking forwards and up to the skies.
>"For wherever I see a flustered filly being intimidated by some taunting tree..." He pulls out a red white and blue flag from somewhere, holding the pole up high with the tip planted next to his foot on the tree stump, the huge amount of thin fabric flapping in the breeze.
>"Nonny Bravo will rescue that filly, defeat the tree, and save the day! All hopefully while babes are watching."
>His head swivels left and right, searching, before looking down to Twilight. "You didn't happen to see any babes I might have overlooked did you?"
>She smiles apologetically to him. "Sorry Nonny, you're still the only human in Equestria."
>"Dang." He places you back down to your hooves.
>You breathe in and out, trying to replace his musk with the normal fresh air, trying to forget how effortlessly he lifted you.
>"Uhh, thanks for fighting that tree for me Nonny! Hey listen, I've got my cutie mark and everything now, so it probably wouldn't even be illegal if we-"
"Applebloom!"
>"I was just gonna say kiss, AJ, gosh, nothing like in those Playmares of yours."


"Oh yeah? Come 'ere a minute!"
>"You come 'ere a minute!"
"Oh yeah?"
>You shake your forelimb at her as she shrieks with a giggle and runs away, and you let out a sigh.
"Sorry about that Nonny."
>"That's okay, I know what it's like to have an annoying little girl running around, always getting into your stuff, crampin your style, drivin away the babes, always lookin happy to see you...."
>He stares far away into the distance for a moment.
"Nonny?"
>He looks back down to you. "So what's a Playmare?"
>Your eyes shoot wide open as Twilight giggles beside you. "And with that I'm off, have a nice day AJ, Nonny!"
>She happily trots away to leave you with the awkward hanging question.
"Uh, nuthin, come on, you look like the kinda guy would enjoy some sweatin. Uh, workin."
>Mind outta the gutter there filly.
"So apart from that one tree that was uh, clearly evil, the rest of them in this section need ta be bucked just so that the apples fall off em."
>You take a deep breath to prepare yourself.
"Here, let me show you..."


>You use the cart plus an upside down bucket to get yourself nice and high, gently running your hooves along the muscular boulder that makes up part of his arm.
"S-so you bring your arm back... That's it..."
>You rub against his shoulder briefly, before you guide him, slowly moving his arm forwards until his fist touches the tree.
"Now you want to hit here, right in the centre so you don't glance off of it, and so the tremors run all the way to to tip of each branch..."
>You run your hooves down his arm, feeling each muscle that blends into the next, his power throbbing through each one, his body feeling so warm.
"Now as you're, so, so mightily strong... Yer gonna have ta make sure that as your fist hits the tree, yer arm is just about locked straight, and you aint pushin through..."
>You guide his arm back again, until you're positioned at his shoulder again, breathing heavily, panting softly by his ear.
>Hoo nelly that was not supposed to get you so riled up.
"G-give it a shot."
>His arm immediately explodes forwards, fist thudding into the tree, but this time without him leaning his body into it and trying to push through, all the apples fall down, and nothing else.
>You wipe off the sweat that was beading on your forehead.
"Perfect..."


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>You smile as you look over to your partner, bucking another tree.
>It's been nice, some good conversation, even if you do keep saying dumb things, blushing, and having your back legs give out so you end up trying to buck the trees with your flank.
>You'd almost started giving up hope that you'd find a stallion like this.
>Not afraid to put some work in, that doesn't get offended if you actually treat them as an equal...
>Of course he still freaked out a little when one of the apples fell on his head and he had to pull out a pocket mirror to make sure his mane was still perfect, but hey, he is a stallion after all.
>And that mane does look darn sweet on him.
>The two of you talked about his old life, and the little girl that was constantly causing hijinks.
>"Applejack! Applejack!"
>You turn to the sound to see two fillies running towards you.
>Sweetiebelle and Scootaloo.
>This can't be good.
"Girls what is it?"
>"They pant for a few seconds to catch their breath. "Applebloom.." "The Everfree.."
"Stay at the barn!"
>You call out before you start galloping, Nonny at your side running with you.
>The girls shout out something about an apple core, but you've no time for apples right now.
>As you break through the forest line, into the Everfree, you can hear your sister screaming for help.
>You chase down the sound, dodging passed trees once again.


>You come to a clearing, where you find Applebloom, backing up as much as she can against a cliff face, with a monumental manticore stalking towards her, growling.
>And then pouncing.
"APPL-"
>"SUZY!"
>Nonny dashes ahead of you with lightning speed, tackling into the side of the manticore, the two tumbling away in a flurry of fur and muscle.
>You rush on over to your sister, bringing her back to the relative safety of the trees as you look her over, finding only a few scrapes, probably from running and getting caught by twigs and leaves.
>The two of you look to Nonny, wrestling with the manticore, hands on its upper and lower teeth, holding it back and pulling its mouth wide open as it tries to bite off his head.
>A huge paw takes a swipe at him. "Arrgh!"
>He casts the beast to the side as he looks down to his chest, claw marks ripped through the fabric of his clothing, blood running in small rivers from long cuts on his chest.
>"My bod. My illustrious bod! You'll pay for that you overgrown rug, c'mere!"
>The two clash again, this time with Johnny punching the beast so hard its big fanged teeth get knocked out in a shower of white and red, sailing through the air, as the beast too goes flying back.
>It crashes into the cliff side, crack marks splitting open in the ancient solid rock.
>Nonny's on the monster once again, wrestling with it, tying it up with its own scorpion tail before backing up and dusting his hands.
>"Take that you sour puss."


>He strides back over to the two of you as you gaze up to him in awe, and shame.
>Sure it was a fully grown manticore, and you were more preoccupied with your sister, but you did nothing.
>You just let a colt, and no matter how huge and beefy he is he's still a colt, throw himself into a suicidal situation, as you just sat there and did nothing.
>"Are you alright?"
"Are you alright?"
>You both ask at once.
>"I'm fine, how's you and your sis?"
>You let out a relieved breath, before looking down to your sleeping sister, leaning against you.
"Fine as well, she's just tuckered out..."
>He leans down, gently lifting her up, and resting her in barely more than the crook of his arm.
>He does the same with you and his other arm, except you've got your flanks sat against his warm muscled arm, back leaning against him as you stare forwards.
>The two of you rest as Nonny takes you back to the farm, where you assure Appleblooms friends you're all alright.
>The three of them are gonna get a right hollerin at tomorrow, and Applebloom will have so many chores she'll wish that manticore had gotten hold of her instead of you.
>But for now, they're free to go.
>You lead Nonny up to her room so he can place her down for a little nap, before you lead him to the living room to take a seat on the couch as you get some medical supplies.
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>You focus on the task, ignoring his now bare torso while you're in his lap, all those gorgeous muscles on display.
>As you do so you also try and calm your nerves and keep your hooves steady by talking to him a little more about the similarities between Applebloom and Suzy.
>Just before you wrap the bandages around him, you can't help yourself.
>You lean forwards, and plant a soft tender kiss over one of his rapidly healing wounds, in your mind kissing it better as well as showing your appreciation for his immense bravery and strength.
>Your lips are stained red as you can't help but to place more kisses, along each of the marks he received for your sister.
>Father forgive me...
>You pull back, slightly breathless and dizzy as you, with him helping, wrap the bandages around him.
"Thank you Nonny... I owe you more than anything I have to give..."
>You rest your head lightly against him, your hat tilting to the side.
>His fingers gently scratch just behind your ears as you rest with him.
>"Hey, it's no problem, I-"
"No, no Nonny... I'm not going to forget this... Would, would you like to stay for dinner? I'm sure Applebloom would like to thank her saviour too."
>You make sure to add on your sister, don't want to make this sound like a date, especially when he doesn't see ponies in that way yet.
>You're not sure you could survive being rejected by him now.
>He smiles warmly down to you. "Sounds swell."
>"Awwww that's so sweet, now don't you two make just the cutest couple..."
>Your eyes open in alarm as you turn.
"G-Granny, n-now don't get any ideas..."
>"I keep tellin AJ she needs ta find herself a stallion to put a foal in her. I aint gettin any younger. That reminds me! Wait right there stud, I've got an album of Applejacks foal pictures I just know you''ll enjoy."
>... Where's a manticore when you need one?
 
 
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>Awwww yeeeaah.
>Now this is the life.
>"Rainbow."
>Getting to gaze at that glazed hunk of meat, muscles bulging, skin so smooth and creamy.
>"Rainbow."
>And dat flank, a round shelf jutting out just begging to be smacked.
>"Rainbow?"
>And those huge bulges in the front, you wanna just shove your face into his crotch and rub up and down and back and forth, see just how big he can get while flooding your lungs with musk.
>"Rainbow Dash."
>You bet he'd go down on you like the dirty colt he is, and even try anal with you.
>"Dash."
>Yeah... You just relax Nonny, Dashie's gonna get you all lubed up... Don't be scared, you're gonna love it... Unf, this massive dick is gonna be ruined for any other mare after you show him how tight you are...
>"Dash!"
>Wh-what? Is it my first time trying anal too? W-well Nonny, maybe I can admit, just to you, I may not be as experienced with colts as I let on.
>"Rainbow."
>But it's okay, I'm still gonna rock your world... That's it... Start stretching me out...
>"RAINBOW!!"


"Gahh!"
>You fall off the sun lounger, your sunglasses falling off, and you get a face full of dirt.
>You push yourself back to your hooves, coughing and spitting, shaking your head back and forth, then using your wings to clean your face.
"What Twilight?!"
>She frowns at you. "You know I didn't charge you with looking after Nonny just so you could stare at him all day."
"I-I know that! We were going to talk, and, stuff..."
>"Stuff?"
"Yeah, stuff! Don't worry Twilight, I've got this. Besides, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from staring at him either if you actually looked at him."
>She blushes as she keeps her eyes fixed on you, her horn alight, a magical opaque cone around her head to stop her from seeing the majesty that is Nonny from the corner of her eye, sunbathing in nothing but a pair of what he calls trunks.
>They still leave little to the imagination when it comes to those big breeding balls and long slab of flesh running down the left leg.
>Lewd colt, he's not even trying to stay sheathed.
>"Well, if you're sure... Just don't waste the day doing nothing at all."
>She soon leaves.
>Silly Twilight, doesn't she know that if you enjoyed yourself, the day wasn't wasted?
>You put your sunglasses on, and climb back onto the sun lounger, facing the musclebound hunk as he catches some rays.
>Ohhhhh yeeeaah...


>You keep on fantasizing while looking over this beautiful stud, until a shadow starts to loom over him.
>"Damn."
"On it!"
>You shout the moment he voices his displeasure, zooming up into the sky towards the cloud that had started to drift over him.
>You launch a hoof through it, bucking it into nothingness with a 'pomf' sound effect, before soaring back down.
>You land on the lounger, laying down, resting your face in your hooves as you go back to your new favourite past-time.
>"What the, how'd you do that?" Nonny sits up to look back at you.
"Huh?"
>"You just flew."
>You giggle, did he not know you could fly?
"Well of course I can."
>"I didn't think you could, your wings are so-"
"Big right?"
>You extend your wings out, flapping them softly as you sit upright, displaying them and pushing out your tuft.
"Yeah, they are a lot bigger than most Pegasi, a whole five extra inches of wingspan. That's top percentile. Yeah, the colts are always staring at them."
>They never are.
"Always want to preen them for me."
>They never do.
"Always wanting me to do tricks for them."
>Yeah right.


>"Really, you can do tricks?"
>Wait, he's actually interested?
>"Can you do one for me now?"
>Something between confusion and delight breaks out over your face.
"You, you want me to... You bet!"
>You fly on up high, body twirling as you do so, before you fling yourself backwards, closing your wings to your body. You perform somersault after somersault while letting gravity do its work, falling.
>With each flip you see the ground suddenly a lot closer to you than the one before.
>Just before you hit the earth, you spread your wings and flap hard, sprinting forwards, a few of the longer blades of grass brushing against you.
>You flap your wings forwards, coming to an abrupt stop, all the wind you were carrying crashing around Nonny in a wave of coolness as you stop right in front of him.
>Now to accept your polite coltish applause and-
>"That was incredible!" You're lifted up and spun around. "How'd you even do that?! I thought you were gonna hit the ground, but then you, you, oh man that was amazing!"
>Your eyes spin slightly as he stops, holding you out in front of him in his big hands, a huge smile of excitement on his face.
"You, you really think so?"
>It's difficult to find a stallion into aerial acrobatics and racing, even at large events where you try hitting on them and showing off your moves, you soon find out they're only there because they've been dragged along by a mare or two or three.


>They just see it as going fast, or trying to prove your mareliness to others, or to be better than others.
>They don't understand the amount of training you put in.
>The art of flight.
>The understanding you need to have on how to work with the elements.
>Or that it's not about being better than others, it's about mastering yourself and being better than the you you were the day before.
>And that after all the hard work, you want to be proud of yourself, you want to show off what you've achieved, you want to show colts what you can do.
>But they just don't seem to care any more than 'oh that's pretty neat'.
>If your special talent was having a chocolate tasting vaj that orgasmed bits you can bet your wings they'd be interested then...
>"Rainbow that was insane, you must be the fastest pegasus in the world."
>Your smile threatens to break your face before you take on a more modest look.
"Well, I am the only one fast enough to perform a sonic rainboom..."
>You brush your hoof against your tuft.
>"Show me."
>You smile again as you wiggle excitedly in his hands.
"Throw me."


>He pulls you back, holding you with one hand like a massive hoofball, before launching you.
>HOLY HORSEAPPLES!
>Your wings are still tight to your body and tears fly from your watering eyes as you rocket forwards.
>You weren't expecting such instant speed, you feel like you're on the verge of a rainboom already.
>You start flapping, propelling yourself even faster as you head to a set of clouds, just as you break the rainbow barrier.
>The clouds are all destroyed as there's a huge shockwave of colour blasting around you, exploding outwards while you start to bank around to fly back to Nonny.
>He's stood in the distance, gazing up at the multicoloured skies as the shockwave becomes bigger and bigger, sparkling and shimmering, before it finally fades out, just as you land in front of him.
"Am I amazing or what?"
>You smile proudly as he pets your mane, ruffling it up as he scratches behind your ears as well.
>"You sure are RD... Hey, for showing me that, how about I preen your wings, stallions are always wanting to do that for you right?"
>Oh my gosh...
>He wants to preen your wings...
>Your wings start stretching out, an open invitation even as you try controlling them.
>You so badly want him to...


>And you have been taking advantage of his innocence in the teeniest tiniest of ways...
>But that would be too much.
"Uh, well, I'd really, really like that Nonny, but... It's usually a thing between ponies that are... Close."
>He looks a little crestfallen. "But we're friends aren't we?"
>Screw it. You tried, and you have to protect that smile.
"You know what, you're right, preen away Nonny!"
>You pounce into him, nuzzling into his giant barrel chest as he holds you, taking you to the lounger so he can lay back, with you using his warm body as a bed.
>And as much as you'd like that, you're pretty sure even he would know what's up if you orgasmed all over him.
>And so instead you have him sitting upright, with you sliding down his body, your back against him as you're sat just in front, your wings spread wide.
>And most importantly, your trembling, already winking sex is positioned between the slats of the lounger.
>His fingertips start to trail through your wings, running softly through your downy feathers.
>You can't help but let out something between a chirp and a purr, and as his fingers continue to work their magic, you only let out more.
>Your legs kick softly at the air as you squirm and bite your lower lip, scrunching your eyes closed.
>He tenderly removes old loose feathers from you, while working closer and closer to your wing pits.
>You rub your back further against him, side to side, trying to spread your scent onto him, and his onto you.


>His fingers move to your pits, kneading softly as the pleasure building up in you becomes too much.
>You let out a mostly silent squeak, your body shaking against him as you orgasm.
>Your messy orgasm squirts through the slats to hit the grass below, drenching the ground.
>For a whole minute you continue to shudder against him as he just keeps on preening, working his way back up to the tips of your stiff wings to make sure he did a thorough job.
>You shake your head side to side, mane whipping as your body jerks and you let out a long thankfully silent moan it's so high pitched.
>By the time he gets to the tips, your wings start drooping as you gasp for breath, relaxing back against him as your eyes softly close.
>Screw it, you can try doing other stuff with him another time.
>A day spent relaxing and watching him sunbathe, now seems like all you can do.
>And right now you're suddenly very sleepy...
 
 
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>"-So Rarity, I was just thinking that for today, maybe, you could hold yourself back, refrain from some of your more... Coltish tendencies."
>You scoff at the end of her bumbling rant, that was also trying spare your feelings.
>It didn't work.
"Hmph, Twilight after all this time as my friend, you're seriously telling me to not be true to myself? Finally admitting you don't think I'm a 'real mare' are you? Just because I like fashion and spas? Just because I like romance and courtliness? Just be-"
>"Rarity I'm not talking about any of that, that's perfectly fine. But when it comes to stallions you expect them to treat you like... Well, a stallion!"
>You titter softly.
"Oh darling you're exaggerating, and besides, I'm merely being a forward thinking, progressive mare, trying to make things more equal between the sexes."
>She gives you a flat look. "Rarity most mares who want to treat stallions as equals do so by thinking they're just as capable as them, that they don't need to be coddled. Not to try and get their special treatment."
"Well then, isn't it lucky that there's a few mares like me seeking to grant such splendid treatment to us as well, rather than just wanting colts to become a bunch of marely brutes."
>"....Rarity, you insisted that a Prince should open a door for you."
>You turn your head to the side.
"Never the less, I refuse to lower my standards of etiquette when it comes to how I wish to-"
>In turning your head, you also catch sight of Nonny in the other room.


>The handsome stallion, like something straight from a romance novel.
>Well, not one of the mainstream romance novels with shy petite colts and strong experienced mares.
>Rather ones from your collection. Of an Equestria with the opposite gender roles. Of hunky alien visitors. Of Amazonian islands where stallions are thrice the normal size. Of scarred stallion knights in shining armour...
"Oh... Very well then, I suppose I could reign it in, if it might help Nonny to fall for a pony... Especially if that pony were to be me..."
>You sigh, resigning yourself to the fate of not demanding to be treated like the fairer sex for a day.
>"Thanks Rarity, but don't worry, it won't seem too bad once you're actually with him. Seriously your mane could be on fire and everything would feel just perfect. Especially cuddled up in his arms..."
>She shivers softly. "Uh, anyway, have a great day!" She leaves your residence and store.
>You let out a deep breath, and then spray a little perfume on your tuft, curl your eyelashes up some more, run a tube of sparkly pink lipgloss over your lips, and run several brushes through your mane and tail, before dressing yourself in your latest peach and fuchsia ensemble, a matching large hat and walking about town dress, and a stylized satchel of essentials for any well prepared mare.
>You trot out with a spring in your step.
"Monsieur Bravo, a pleasure to meet you again, you look positively lovely as usual."
>You bow towards him and tip your hat, meaning every word.


>"Mademoiselle Belle, the pleasures all mine." He rolls his arm several times in front of him, before bringing it to his midsection and bowing low towards you.
>You can't help but chuckle at the display, and fan your suddenly flush face with a hoof.
"O-oh Nonny, I didn't know you spoke Prench, or that you were so impeccably mannered... Well, I know things will go marvellously today then, as I'm going to be teaching you all about manners, chivalry, how one is supposed to treat a-"
>"Oh don't you worry Miss Rarity, I know all about that."
>Of course he'd be used to 'the babes' bending over backwards for him.
"Well let us be going then my dear Nonny."
>You smile as you approach the front door, about to open it and step aside for him to pass.
>But with lightning speed he gets there first, opens it, and bows his head while gesturing to the open door with his other muscular arm.
>"After you Miss Rarity."
>You giggle and stamp your hooves in place as a big smile breaks out over your face.
"Oh Nonny you tease, such a charmer..."
>You elegantly trot passed him and out into the big wide world, with him soon following.
>You can't shake the smile on your face, nor would you want to. You take a deep breath, ready to throw a disarming compliment his way, colts love when they come out from the blue.
>Now what to pick, his mane, muscles, clothes?
>"That outfit looks great on you, you must have spent a long time making it."
>There's a hitch in your step as you blush lightly.
"Oh why thank you darling, yes it's uh, something I'd been thinking about for a while now. To be honest I was a little worried all the fuss with the hemline wouldn't be worth it."
>"Oh trust me, it was definitely worth it, you look like a million bits."


>You giggle once again and try to shake the red from your cheeks and regain some poise.
"Wh-why thank you Nonny I... Thank you ever so much."
>Unless you're talking to someone explicitly about fashion, or one of your mare friends, it's rare that you ever get complimented.
>It's just not the done thing for a stallion to do.
>What you wouldn't give for the timberwolf whistles from builders the colts get so angry over.
"So Nonny, I was thinking of a spot of brunch, would you care to join me?"
>"I'd be delighted." He answers with no hesitation.
>You smile before feeling a light drop of moisture hit your muzzle.
>You scrunch up slightly before feeling another.
>Ah, a light shower, no matter. It merely gives you another chance to act like a proper gentlemare.
>As you begin to unfasten your satchel for your jewel encrusted brightly decorated umbrella, Nonny moves closer to you, your fur being lightly brushed with each step, as he holds out a huge black umbrella over the two of you.
>Where was he even hiding that?
"Oh my, thank you again Nonny, you're just full of surprises aren't you?"
>You titter as you feel so elated. Did Twilight set this up without your knowing?
>Did he find one of your more choice romance novels in the boutique?
>Is he just naturally treating you so chivalrous when you're the one supposed to be treating him?
>He shields the two of you from the pitter patter of the light rain as you head into a lovely little place you frequent.


>Once more he teases you by opening the door first and allowing you to enter.
>You head to a table after removing your hat, and wait for him to move opposite you, so you can move his seat out for him with your magic.
>But instead he strides up behind you, taking hold of a chair, and pulling it out FOR YOU.
"Th-thank you Nonny."
>You take a seat, hoping he doesn't think poorly of your big marshmallow flank bulging out from your sides as you do so, and he tucks you in towards the table.
>While you're a little dazed from such chivalry, you're aware enough to still do the same for him as you had planned.
>When the waiter; trying to make his ball bra jiggle to earn more bits, comes over after you've both had a moment to look at what's on offer, you wait for Nonny to order first.
>"So what would you like Rarity?"
>You half smile, giddy over the way things are going, but now starting to become a little wary as you're in public, over what others might think of you.
>Might they think you're taking advantage of him?
>Or that you're a stallion beater and he's behaving exactly as you want him to out of fear.
>You quell those thoughts, and instead focus on having a lovely time with Nonny.


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>As you go to take out your purse, Nonny places a single stack of bits on the table.
>You knew that as he was in Celestias favour, to put it mildly, she had been sending him a stipend, but you never thought he would try paying for the meal.
"Oh Nonny, no no no you put that back, I'll pay for this."
>You try levitating the coins back to him, but he takes them from the air, and plants them back on the table.
>"Sorry little lady but I insist, and when Nonny insists, ha, ho!"
>He flexes a few times as he steps quickly around the table.
>"Nothing can stop him! He, ha!"
>In two movements, where you're pretty sure he must have teleported you it was so fast, his hands gently held around your body, and then you're stood in front of the door.
>With him holding it open once again, and your hat repositioned on your head.
"W-well, if you're absolutely sure Nonny, then thank you, that's very generous of you."
>You hold your head up high as you trot outside to find the shower is over, but puddles remain, one directly in front of you down the steps.
>You'll show Nonny just how much you appreciate what he's been doing.
>Not just by being courtly, but by committing a great sacrifice...
>You take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you unbutton the beautiful about town dress you had spent weeks on to get just right.
>Elegant and stylish, but still quite at home in a rural town.


>As you steel yourself to take your dress off, and billow it out to float on top of the offending puddle below, opening your eyes you instead see Nonnys enormous black t-shirt on the ground.
>This would obviously be a strange sight in itself, and a first for Equestria.
>Except what's more, Nonny's still wearing it, laying on his side, posing with his fist against his cheek.
>He's laying on the dirty ground, hiding the puddle that's soaking through his clothing, and yet he looks more model like and regal than anything you've seen in a fashion shoot with the greatest of settings.
>You bite your lip as you look side to side, ponies along the street whispering to each other and giving you disapproving looks.
>Oh...
>Oh to Tartarus with them!
>You hop up onto him, your tail brushing against his face before you hop back off.
>You're going to be talk of the town for months.
>An evil stallion abusing mare.
>But the fantasies he's fuelled will last for decades.
>Worth it.


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>The two of you relaxed in the park for a long while.
>Your elegance and refinery seemingly abandoned as you find yourself being a stuttering tittering little filly.
>He even picked for you the best flower he could find, and slid it into your mane.
>Perhaps your last thoughts on what you felt like were wrong.
>Not just a little filly...
>You feel...
>Colty...
>You blush and wriggle in your seat.
>He'd taken to gently holding your hoof as he spoke with you, until you decided to go somewhere else.
>Perhaps you weren't sure how you could wrap this up.
>Perhaps you wanted to try making it feel more like a date.
>Perhaps you wanted to admit your feelings to him in a way where you could deny them if he didn't reciprocate.
>But in the end, you decided on a karaoke place.
>You were going to sing for him 'When a mare loves a stallion', but just like the other times, he got there first.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lye2LuaNJXA (Oh let me be, your hot monkey)
>And after the fire that broke out from the stampede of mares, you didn't get a chance to.
>Still, you had a splendid time bouncing in his arms, your lips perhaps not so subtly leaving a few pink marks upon his clothed chest, as he ran from the ruckus.
 
 
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>Oh dear, oh dear oh dear.
>"What do you think you're doing huh?!"
>You were making your way towards Twilights castle, before...
"W-well, um, you see there were these ducklings, a-and-"
>"What?! I can't even hear you! Are you brain damaged or something?! What is wrong with you?!"
>You keep backing up from the very large, very angry female Minotaur.
>She snorts, keeping pace with you, storming towards you as her hands clench and unfurl, then clench into fists again.
"I-I was j-just trying, trying to-"
>"Do you think it's funny messing with me, huh?! Do you think it's funny now?!"
"Oh no, oh my no, I, I didn't mean to-"
>You back up into a tree, letting out a squeak.
>And then a louder squeak as she grips you by the tuft.
>Oh heck that smarts...
>She lifts you up along the tree until you're eye level with her, lumpy bark digging into you and fleks breaking off in your mane and tail, as you quiver in fear.
"I-I'm sorry."
>Your eyes are watering now, a few tears rolling down your face as you desperately hope that'll be the end of it.
>"You're sorry? You're sorry?! Oh no, you're not sorry yet!"
>She raises up her fist, and pulls it back as she scowls at you.
>You want your Daddy....


>"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
>You're dropped to the floor, letting out an 'oof' sound.
>"What's it to you?!"
>Oh no...
>Nonny, please, get out of here.
>Maybe if it was a male Minotaur threatening you, you might feel relieved...
>But this is a fully grown, enraged female Minotaur.
>And judging from how she hasn't instantly gone into flirting mode at the sight of such a giant bull, a 100% lesbian too, so his coltish charms won't work!
>"That's my friend, and I aint gonna let some weird cow imitation of a babe hurt her!"
>He strides towards her.
>"Oh yeah? You'd better get out of here cum pump, before I hit you so hard your mom will feel it!"
>Oh no, that's gonna be really hard!
>He stamps right up to her, a whole head taller than the huge Minotaur.
>"Oh yeah? Well I'll hit you so hard all your male ancestors will feel it, and by the time my fist gets to your momma, all it'll do is write down where she can find me so I can take her out for a nice lobster dinner, and then I'll NEVER call her again."
>She backs off, stumbling a little as a look of fear marks her features.
>"Whoa bull I, I don't want any trouble alright, it's cool, I'm sorry."
>"Why're you apologising to me?!"
>He roars out, and she looks to you, letting out a quick and loud "I'm sorry!"
>Before turning to run away, and slamming face first into a tree, knocking herself out.


>Nonny visibly calms himself before walking over to you, sat on your rump.
>He crouches down low. "Hey Flutters, you okay?"
"I... I am now..." You barely whisper out, but from the small smile coming to his face, you guess he heard it.
>"Twilight sent me over seeing as you seemed to be running late.."
>He takes a look at the various little cuts you have, and the tears still in your eyes, before deciding to scoop you up delicately in his arms.
>You let out a small eep as you're made to lay on your back, with your hooves lightly kicking in the air.
>Oh no...
>Like this there's no hiding it...
>Your freakishly enormous teats, even larger than Celestias on your much smaller body, wobbling as he holds you.
>He must think you're an abomination.
>Pagasi aren't supposed to have such ridiculously enormous...
>You can barely even fly because of them.
>"I'll take you over to the castle, get you patched up okay? And don't you worry about any more cow ladies, anyone gives you trouble Nonny'll give 'em one of these, hoo!"
>He dashes forwards in a split second, about twenty metres, while thrusting his free arm forwards in a straight punch, wind whipping around as his fist cuts through the air.
>He gives you a reassuring smile as he starts to walk normally.


>You lay there blushing.
>If you could be milked you're sure your teats would be making a sloshing sound right now they're so big and jiggling so much.
>You should be trying to pretend you're a strong mare like Dash keeps telling you.
>That it doesn't matter if you were a model, that colts won't like you if you're such a pushover.
>And she was right.
>But this one seems to be okay with that...
>Maybe it's okay to let a colt protect you.
>To nurture and look after you, like you've been looking after animals.
>Maybe.
>He takes you to the castle, and into the kitchen, where he sets you on your flank on a kitchen counter.
>Your wings instantly shoot out to the sides as your teats also sit on the very cold surface.
>"Now where are they..." He fumbles around in the cupboards. "Ah-ha!"
>He comes back to you, with a box of plasters and a cloth.
>He gently cleans your little scrapes and cuts, washing them and drying them softly, before placing the plasters, made for colts as they have flowers on them, over your superficial wounds.
>Once complete, you're about ready to thank him, even while the adrenaline from the Minotaur encounter is still making your body tremble slightly.
>You have to pretend you're a strong mare.
>Or you would have, but he leans down and forwards, and gently kisses above a plaster on your front leg.


>You blush hard as he continues, giving each of your booboos a light little kiss, finally stopping to smile at you.
>"Don't worry Flutters, Nonny's got the power of the ultimate healing of booboos on his side. But I'm feeling a little tired from being so, hoo ha!"
>He poses a few times.
>"Stunningly handsome all the time. I don't think I could handle another day showing the world my macho brilliance. Maybe we could just spend the day here with our friend Twilight, have some tea, huh?"
>You gaze into his sunglasses, and you just know.
>He's doing this for you, trying to make you happy and make you feel safe, while giving you a convenient excuse to not show how fearful you are of going out right now.
"W-well, if that's what you really want, I-I suppose I can't argue with that."
>You beam up to him, and then lean forwards to gently hug around his thick neck.
"Thank you Nonny..."
>He lifts you up, taking you into the living room, to find Twilight reading and Spike flicking gems into his mouth.
>As he sets you down next to Twilight, and tells you all he'll be right back, Twilight whispers to you.
>"What's going on, don't you want to spend the day trying to teach him something?"
>You look to the big handsome... Man, walking out towards the kitchen, and smile, turning to your friend.
"Sorry Twilight, but even as the element of kindness, there's nothing I can teach him."
 
 
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>"Thanks for coming Pinkie."
>You bounce in place with a spring in your everything, mane and tail bobbing up and down, feeling so excited at getting to hang out with Nonny.
"No problem Twilight, it's about time I got to teach him. Poor Nonny probably doesn't even know how to kiss and snuggle and pet and squeeze and hug and kiss some more and-"
>You keep going despite Twilight rolling her eyes and not really paying attention.
"-Of course you'd know all about cuddling and petting, especially while having a book read to you, right Twi?"
>You smile at the stumble in her body language and the blush breaking out over her face.
>"I-I have no idea what you're talking about..."
"I bet he smells really good when you're trying to bury your face between his pecs huh?"
>You giggle as her face becomes more red than purple.
>"A-anyway I'm glad that your turn to teach him fell on today... He... He seems to be feeling pretty down about something."
>At once you stop hopping in place.
"Wait, Nonny's feeling sad? Twilight why didn't you say something earlier? We should all be in a big snuggle pile and kissing him and going down on him and taking him out on shopping sprees!"
>"Pinkie, first of all, he doesn't think of us in that way... Yet. And secondly, I only noticed last night. I think he's been putting on a brave face."
>Now it's your turn to roll your eyes.
"Fine, but tomorrow, we should all work at cheering Nonny up and making him feel special."


>Before you can continue; you thought as Nonny said he'd just be a minute you had plenty of time, perhaps an hour, Nonny is coming down the stairs, each step making his jeans pull up against him to further show off the huge bulge beneath them.
>As he reaches the last step, he slides towards you, and you pretend you weren't just checking out the D.
>"Hey Pinks, ready to hit the town?"
"You know it, come on! Bye Twilight!"
>You wave goodbye to her as you bounce out the door.
"So I hope you haven't eaten anything yet like I told Twilight."
>"Nope, you got breakfast planned for us?"
>You nod your head enthusiastically.
"Uh-huh! Treating someone to a meal is a great way to start, or keep, a relationship. However, the ultra amazing best meals aren't at anywhere fancy, but super duper casual places, like Sugar Cube Corner!"
>You smile as you trot closer to him, rubbing against his leg.
>Who cares if ponies think you're trying to mark him with your scent?
>Firstly, duh, you are.
>And secondly, who cares what they think as long as the two of you are having fun?
"So the way it usually works with stallions is after I order something, you'll either order something really small, or nothing at all, so then while I'm trying to eat my food you'll bug me to take mine or just reach over without asking and take some, even though I asked multiple times if you wanted to get more before ordering."


>You explain it happily, no sarcasm in your voice.
>Colts can't help having their own special brand of irritating.
>And as you're the friendliest loveliest fluffiest pony ever, it's your job to accommodate that.
>What's the point in getting angry and blowing your chances?
>Better to just roll with it even though it always, always, ALWAYS annoys you.
>You happily trot into the second best place in the world.
>First being inside Nonnys pants.
"Hey Mrs Cake!"
>"Oh hello Pinkie, and HelLO STUD! Oh, begging your pardon sir, we just don't get a lot of enormous gorgeous stallions with a flank you could bounce a bit off of."
>Oh Cup Cake, always making the colts blush, you're surprised the stallionist movement hasn't stormed this place.
>You swear you can hear Carrot being triggered in the kitchens.
>"So what would you like Pinkie?"
"I'll have a half dozen mini chocolate chip muffins, and a half dozen mini blueberry muffins."
>They're not exactly suited for breakfast, but they will be easiest to share with Nonny when he inevitably takes half your stash of muffiny goodness due to ordering so little or nothing at all.
>"And what about you hot stuff? I'll make it extra sweet, just for you."
>Triggering intensifies.
>"I'll have forty pancakes drenched in syrup."


>Your head slowly turns, then tilts so you can look far up to him.
>Your lower lip trembles as your eyes start to sparkle.
"What is this feeling that swells in my heart?"
>"Pinkie?"
"I should have known all alooong, right from the staaaaaaaaaaaart!"
>As you hold the last word you rush out of the bakery doors, and quick as a whip you race up onto a house.
"I'll shout it from the rooftops!"
>You whiz away until your head bursts through the leaves of a tree.
"I'll shout it from the trees!"
>You look to the birds fluttering about on the branches and in their nests.
"Oh won't you help me spread the word, pretty pretty please!"
>You're back on ground level, running through the streets.
"His smile makes me feel so warm like a hot cinnamon bun!"
>You briefly swing BonBon around as you pass her, before your eyes set back onto the bakery, and you start sprinting towards it.
"Oohhh yes I'm positive that I- have- found- the- ooooooooooone!"
>On 'found' you burst through the doors and land on the knees of your hind legs, throwing your front legs out to showcase the one before you, sliding to a stop as you complete your short impromptu song.
>You casually climb back to all four hooves.
>"Uh, Pinkie, you okay?"
>You smile up at him.
"Perfect Nonny. Just perfect."
 
 
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"Alright girls, thank you all for coming. As I've told you, and written in my letter, I don't feel like we've made any progress towards making Nonny fall for us. He certainly knows more about pony dating and how nice we can be, but it doesn't seem to have had any effect when it comes to Nonny having any desire for us."
>You trott back and forth in front of the seven mares.
"But far worse than that, Nonny seems to be feeling depressed... I'm not sure if it's home sickness or what, he seemed perfectly fine with suddenly being a part of our world, but what I do know is, we need to cheer him up."
>You look to the girls, including your mentor Celestia.
>And Luna, decked out in a full suit of armour. "Verily, we MUST protect his smile!"
>You blink.
"Uh, that's right. Now then, first things first... Where the heck is he?"

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>Your huge back is rounded, your slabs of shoulder meat bunched up, your head hanging as you gaze at the ground before you, your huge muscled forearms resting on your knees.
>You're sat forwards on a wooden bench in front of a pond, hunched over, bread in your hand.
>You'd been spending your free time reading through all sorts of books in Twilights' castle.
>Putting them back in the right places of course, wouldn't want her having a fit after giving you free housing.
>And after days and nights of reading, you've come to a startling conclusion...



"No women... A whole entire brand new world to strut my stuff in, and there's not one single babe around."
>You let out a deep sigh, deflating a bit as you let the words out.
"The only chicks are baby chickens, the only babes are baby pigs, the only bunnies are rabbits, and the only honeys come from honeycombs."
"I'm all alone..."
>You hear a soft quacking in front of you, and look up to see a lone duck before you, the rest of the flock further away.
"I guess you know what it's like too huh lil fella?"
>You break off and throw a few chunks of bread to it, which it eats.
>Before another duck flys towards it, waddles, and then the two nuzzle their beaks and heads against each other, before flying off together.
>.....
"Yeah whatever..."
>"Nonny?"
>You sit up straight the moment you hear the voice, and inhale to make yourself look as big as can be as you turn your head, to find eight mares cautiously trotting towards you, Fluttershy uncharacteristicly leading the herd.
>"Are, are you okay?"
"Course I am, what's to feel bad about when you look like this?"
>You stand on the bench, posing, and for a moment, the girls forget what they're here for as you flex your heavenly monster bod.



>But they pull themselves back together and further approach you, Pinkie smiling sombrely.
>"Nonny, if you're feeling bad about anything, you know you can always talk to us right? We're here for you..."
>You relax your muscles, and slowly slide back down into your seat.
"Thanks girls, I appreciate it... But you really don't have to force yourself to do all this..."
>They all blink in unison, and turn to look at each other briefly, Celestia being the first to announce her thoughts.
>"Force ourselves? What, what do you mean by that?"
>You sigh and turn away.
"All of, this... I know I'm pretty uh, loud, in voice, in style, by actions, and maybe.. The tiniest bit... Overbearing. And I really appreciate how accepting you've all been seein as I've been chucked into another world and all... But you don't have to keep... Putting up with me like this."
>"Putting up with you?!" Rarity immediately exclaims.
>"Darling each and every moment we've been around you we certainly have not been doing so out of moral obligation. You're wonderful!"
>You can't help but let a breath of air push out from your lips.
"Psh, yeah..."
>Twilight trots towards you and hops up onto the bench, along with Rarity on the opposite side. All of them are crowding around so close that unless you were to strain your neck or look up into the sky it would be difficult not to look at at least one of them.
>Twilight begins with "Your 'loud actions' as you put it, are very much appreciated..." She rests a hoof on your chest.



>"You're so incredibly multi talented. You read to me, something I've always wanted to do with a colt. And you play all the parts with such skill and exuberance, just like with anything you do, you go all out to be the best at it."
>Applejack rests her head on your thigh. "Ya saved my sister... You dived in with no hesitation. You're strong, hardy, ya don't expect others to work for your benefit, and... And you give me these instincts I, I don't want to shake... Ya make me want to be a mother some day..."
>Rainbow flaps her wings, and soon drapes herself over a shoulder as she speaks softly by your ear. "You're into what I'm into... You actually get it. I try so hard to get attention from colts over what I put so much effort into and for some reason it never works... But you notice me..."
>Luna levitates her armour from her body, placing it to the ground to reveal more of herself.
>You're not sure why she's involving herself, you haven't spoken much.
>"Thou taught us how to dance. Thou brushed my mane and spoke with us through long nights. And... Thou said mine speech patterns were... Cute." She climbs up behind Twilight, and hugs your massive muscular arm, nuzzling lightly.
>Wait a minute, weren't those just dreams?
>Before you can ask, Rarity is hugging herself to your side. "You're so incredibly strong, so large and powerful, and... I suppose you would be called something like a gentle-man... You behave more like a mare in your manners and make me feel... Colty. You're an utter delight to be around darling..."
>Fluttershy gently flutters up to sit in your lap, and rests against you.
>"You protected me, made me feel warm and safe... You're kind and sweet even while having so much strength inside you, and being so very pretty... You wouldn't have to be... And, you, don't mind my massive... Jiggling... Squeak."
>You don't quite catch that last part, as Pinkie cuddles up to your other thigh.
>"You ate forty pancakes. And that's wonderful."


>All heads slowly swivel to look at her in confusion, as she just looks back smugly.
>"Yeah, I know right?"
>Celestia climbs up behind Rarity, and cuddles around your other arm.
>"You treat me like a regular pony, no stations or titles or bits in mind... And you've got a flank that just won't quit."
>One by one they look up to you with their big beautiful eyes.
"You... You appreciated all of that?"
>Rarity gives your chest a soft kiss before being the first to answer.
>"Darling, I don't know if your life was being controlled by some evil wizard, or you were living in Tartarus before arriving here, but yes, we appreciated those things."
>You can't look at them right now, and instead tilt your head slightly up to look at the bright cloudless skies.
"You, you appreciate... Me?"
>Twilights voice responds.
>"You're a beautiful man with an incredible body. You're so talented, able to do such amazing things. You're kind and honest in everything you say and do, nothing about you is phoney. You're so confident, with everything a man should have to back that confidence up. Any mare would be insanely lucky to have you and call you theirs.. We all wish to be able to do that ourselves.... Yes Nonny. We appreciate you."
>It starts to rain, a drop of liquid appearing from behind your shades and rolling down your cheek.
>You wipe it away before looking back down to the girls.



"You... Want me?"
>Eight heads lightly nod towards you, small smiles on their faces.
>Fluttershy speaks up.
>"We all do... I know that we might not be the babes from your world, but hopefully, if you give us the chance, we might just be even better..."
>You can't help but smile back down to them, your hands starting to move from one mane to the other, lightly petting, scratching behind their ears.
"Well, alright then... So I guess the only thing left to do to cement all this... Hoo!"
>You shoot up from your seat and spin around to be in front of them to strike a pose.
"Is to head down to the club so you can do the monkey with me!"
>The girls smile in excitement at being given this chance.
>And why shouldn't they, you're Nonny Bravo after all, and the eight of them are babes.
>It's only natural.
>Dash flys up to hover at your side as you walk with your girls.
>"Easy there big guy, it's gonna be hard enough fighting off other mares even with three alicorns and the fastest pagasus in existence on our side."
>AJ nudges your leg. "That's right, can't be giving them incentives like that shugacube, there'll be mayhem!"
>You all head down to the club, and you spend the evening doing the monkey.
[spoiler]>Later on you head home, where THEY do the monkey. [/spoiler]

END.