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Assorted Anonpone Stories

By PTFG
Created: 23rd December 2020 07:09:22 AM
19th October 2021 02:14:32 AM

  1. [Originally at https://pastebin.com/4sm6jgAN, multiple authors]
  2.  
  3.  
  4. The Contract, By Togashi
  5. Harshwhinny, By Trite
  6. Vinyl and Matt, By Trite
  7. Cake, By Trite
  8. Fire and Lightning, By Trite
  9. Anonpone, By ADD Anon
  10. DomLyra, By Trite
  11.  
  12.  
  13. Relevant images (Based Drawfag)
  14.  
  15. OP: Twilight is giving you a choice.
  16.  
  17. You can choose a pony you want to fuck and Twilight will transform a person from /mlp/ to look like that pony and you can fuck them. The /mlp/er will still have their same personality, but they'll look like the pony you chose.
  18.  
  19. Or
  20.  
  21. You can choose to transform into a pony that another /mlp/er wants to fuck. You get your horsepussy, ponut, or mouth fucked.
  22.  
  23. I am interested to see what you guys choose.
  24.  
  25. Also, if you feel inclined to, provide details. If you chose to fuck a /mlp/er as a pony, what you would do to them? If you chose to be a pony, what would you do the person who's going to fuck you or what would you like to have them do to you?
  26.  
  27. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  28. >Be former Anon
  29. >Now you are FlutterAnon, sitting on a bed inside twilights friendship palace
  30. >You agreed to be turned into a pony for another Anon to fuck, and you guess you got a Flutterfag
  31. >At least you weren't Rainbow Dash, you didn't want to find out if she really had a crusty cunt
  32. >You are brought out of your thoughts by Twilight opening the door
  33. >"Alright FlutterAnon, Anon is here. You two have fun now!"
  34. >As she turns around Anon walks into the doorway
  35. >Huh, not too bad, not exactly /fit/ but not a whale like you feared
  36. >He's got a nice beard an-
  37. >Oh shit-
  38. >He's wearing a fucking fedora
  39. >Your face scrunches up in disgust
  40. >Anon's face switches to a shit eating grin
  41. >"Haha, gotcha faggot!"
  42. >He takes off the fedora and flings it into the fireplace, where it burns euphorically
  43. "Oh, thank god, I was seriously hoping you didn't-"
  44. >"Actually wear fedoras? What do I look like, a Lunafag?"
  45. >The two of you share a hearty kek
  46. >Or, well, about as hearty as you can get with Fluttershy's voice
  47. >Bitch be quiet yo
  48. "You know I worried this might be weird when I first agreed to it. That we'd both be awkward and be all 'No homo' before we started"
  49. >"Hey, it cant be homo since you don't have balls to touch mine right?"
  50. >You stay silent
  51. >"Right? Oh fuck, you're not Futashy are you?"
  52. >You smirk
  53. "Why don't you reach under my tail and find out?"
  54. >"...Oh you're fucking with me arent ya?"
  55. "Gotcha faggot."
  56.  
  57. >He grins and chuckles, before slowly walking over to where you lie on the bed
  58. >The only sound in the room is your own breathing and the crackling of the fireplace
  59. >You guess... h-here it goes
  60. >Did it get hot in here?
  61. >He lifts his hand over you, wordlessly asking if he can touch you
  62. >You make yourself more comfortable on the bed before nodding your assent
  63. >His fingers gently run their way from your dock to the centre of your back
  64. >The sensation makes you tingle all over, though one place in particular
  65. >"You wings are so pretty." He says softly
  66. >You want to crack a joke
  67. >You want to say something snide or witty
  68. >All you can do is coo and look up at him feeling warm all over
  69. >He continues to stroke up and down your back while his other hand makes its way to your cheek
  70. >He turns your head to face his, and something about his gentle smile and the look in his eyes makes you melt
  71. >He brings you into a soft kiss
  72. >The kiss grows hotter, more intense at your insistence
  73. >You wrap your hooves around his neck and pull him down on top of you
  74. >You feel his weight, his warmth push you down and your wings flex out as you fail to hold in a moan
  75. >Holy shit being a mare is hot, you feel warm and tingly all over instead of everything being more focused on your dick
  76. >... Now you want to focus on HIS dick
  77. >...No homo
  78.  
  79. >Anon seems to have been effected by the kiss as well, he begins to take off his hoodie and top
  80. >While he's doing that, you can try to think of something Anon would like!
  81. >Is he maybe an ass man? Could you hotdog him before letting him penetrate?
  82. >Maybe something with your wings, he did say they were pretty...
  83. >Hmm, what would Anon like the specifically about Fluttershy?
  84. >Her eyes
  85. >While all the pony's models were practically identical on the show, Fluttershy did have unique eyes
  86. >Mmmm, you can see it now, those sweet watery turquoise eyes looking up at you, while her hot wet mouth and tongue work on your dick
  87. >Oh yeah, Anon would like that
  88. >Anon had already started to take down his pants when you pounced
  89. >You pulled him down and rolled on top of him before starting a trail of kisses down his chest
  90. >When you found your way to his snail trail he starts shuffling and pulling down his jeans further
  91. >You take the top of his pants between your teeth and slowly pull them down, making sure not to break eye contact with Anon while you do it
  92. >He stops dead still and just watches while you do it, his eyes wide and mouth open
  93. >Yeah you like that don't you stud?
  94. >Now what have you got for me here?
  95. >His already semi hard cock is looking pretty good to you right now
  96. >You're kinda glad its not huge or anything, It's always hotter when a girl deep throats but you don't think you could takes something like 9 inches, even with a bigger pony mouth
  97. >Huh, oh man that little bush is gonna tickle the shit out of your nose when you blow him
  98. >...Oh geeze, why did that turn you on so much?
  99.  
  100. >He moves his hand to try stroke his cock the rest of the way up, but you swat it away with your hoof
  101. "You can leave that to me Anon, *giggle*"
  102. >Oh yeah, gotta use that sweet Fluttershy voice while you still can
  103. >You make sure to keep eye contact while dragging a long wet lick all the way from Anon's balls to his glans
  104. >He lets out a groan and throws his head back onto the mattress
  105. "Mmmm so you liked that Anon?"
  106. >He murmurs something positive while his hands reach up to stroke your head and mane
  107. >You begin to caress his cock with lick after lick like an ice cream while it slowly twitches itself harder and harder
  108. >One of Anon's hands finds its way to your ear and he rubs it between his fingers gently
  109. >Oh that really feels nice...
  110. "Keep rubbing Anon. I'll take real good care of Anon Jr. here..."
  111. >His head lifts up again so he can look at you while you give his member the attention it deserves
  112. "Grab a pillow silly or your neck will get sore. And trust me, you don't want to miss this!"
  113. >Anon mutters something along the lines of "holy fuck" under his breath while moving some pillows under his head
  114. >You wait for him to get situated and start looking again before you make your move
  115. >You wrap your lips around the head of his cock before slowly bobbing your head up and down
  116. >You make sure to keep your tongue moving, occasionally flicking to give extra attention to that sensitive spot on the underside of the glans
  117. >From the sounds he's making he likes that
  118. >His hands keep moving on your head, constantly stroking and rubbing
  119. >You lean into one of his hands, still bobbing up and down his length
  120. >It feels nice, though the feeling of his hot hard cock wrapped between your lips feels hotter
  121. >You think its time to knock things up a notch BAM
  122. >Alright Flutter Anon, time to take this like a champ!
  123.  
  124. >You notice Anon is staring into space, so you nudge his thigh with a hoof to grab his attention
  125. >Once his eyes are on you you slowly start descending further and further down his cock with each bob
  126. >After a couple bobs you notice it starts to feel a bit uncomfortable
  127. >Okay, okay don't panic, you remember some tricks and shit you read on the internet once
  128. >Hmm, ah yeah, supposedly if you push down on your thumb with the fingers of your hand it suppresses your gag reflex for some weird reason
  129. >Okay, just do that and-
  130. >Oh shit
  131. >You don't have hands
  132. >Okay okay keep calm, just don't-
  133. >Oh man that really is starting to make you want to gag
  134. >Just keep going just keep going
  135. >Ha, you knew those damn pubes would tickle your nose-
  136. >Wait, PUBES! SUCCESS!
  137. >With one last bob you push forward 'til your muzzle brushes against his skin through his pubes
  138. >You hold yourself there, your eyes watering as you look up into his, and you let out a soft cute moan into his shaft
  139. >"Oh my god. Oh god Fluttershy..."
  140. >You move your head up his length a little for a touch of respite before heading back down
  141. >This time, emboldened by your success, you try to stick out your tongue and touch his balls while you're down there
  142. >You let out a little victory moan when it works
  143. >It works a bit too well
  144. >Anon's hips thrust a little bit up in response to the unexpected stimulation
  145. >You were not prepared
  146. >You gag and splutter your way up off his dick
  147. >"Oh god Fluttershy I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
  148. "I'm fine, I'm fine, just give me a -cough- second"
  149.  
  150. >You give an apologetic smile before moving your head back down onto his dick
  151. >"I'm really sorry Flutter-"
  152. "Hhhlumm ummbb"
  153. >"What?"
  154. >You take his cock out of your mouth
  155. "Shut up. It's Fine, now let Flutters take care of you Anon. I wanna taste you~"
  156. >Oh yeah, you pronounced the shit out of that tilde
  157. >Just like in those Korean comic books
  158. >Operation cum inside Flutters is still a go
  159. >You decide to be a bit more cautious with your deep dick diving
  160. >You space out your dives, giving plenty of attention to his head while you recover
  161. >You start getting too into it to hold yourself back any more
  162. >When you notice your hips are moving on their own you desperately shove a hoof between your thighs
  163. >Fluttershy's coat is so soft and your marehood is so wet your hoof slides easily between your lips
  164. >You let out a particularly loud moan into Anon's crotch and he responds in kind
  165. >Your breathing picks up, you find yourself puffing hot breaths of air into Anon's pubes through your nose
  166. >You almost gag another time but instead you find yourself winking hard on your hoof
  167. >Oh god that's so hot
  168. >You begin to feel him twitch a little more erratically in your mouth
  169. >He must be close
  170. >But you arent quite done yet
  171. >You pull your head off his cock
  172. >He groans and his hands half-heartedly push to keep you down
  173. >Not that he would, a Flutterfag wouldn't facefuck you
  174. >...
  175. >That needs to change
  176.  
  177. >"Why'd you stop?" Anon half groans half begs
  178. >Heh, must have been real close
  179. "Anon, sweetie, I need you to do something for me before you cum."
  180. >"What's that?"
  181. >Your hoof still hasn't stopped moving between your legs
  182. "When you're close... I want you to hold me down."
  183. >"Wha-bu-"
  184. >Don't be a pussy
  185. "Shhh, sweetie. Hold me down. Ok?"
  186. >Oh you feel so hot
  187. >Anon nods, and you squee before hungrily diving back down on his cock
  188. >As you bob and caress with your tongue you make sure to place his hands on your head with your free hoof
  189. >Your hoof is getting sloppy as you start moaning louder and louder onto Anon's junk
  190. >Hhhmmmpfff right there damnit!
  191. >You start to feel him growing nearer again, his hands clenching and unclenching in your hair
  192. >On the tail end of a particularly loud moan you catch Anon's eye
  193. >You wink at him
  194. >He thrusts your head forward, impaling your mouth with his dick and thrusts a final few times
  195. >As you try to suppress your gag reflex a shudder runs through your body, and your hoof finally finds purchase on your winking clit
  196. >You let out a squeal deep into anons crotch while you feel yourself making a mess of the sheets behind you
  197. >It's like an earthquake of pleasure running throughout your whole body
  198. >You can feel every squirt of Anon's cock as he lets loose down your throat
  199. >Oh god's it all feels so good
  200. >It all feels so right
  201. >As Anon's grip loosens you manage to grab the final two spurts on the back of your tongue
  202. >You wanted to taste him
  203. >Pretty bitter, kind of creamy, not at all as bad as you had been led to believe
  204. >You'd definitely taste that again if you could
  205.  
  206. >You clean off most of the spit and saliva from Anon's dick and balls before you try to make your way for cuddles
  207. >Like a good mare should
  208. >You cherished the way his body twitched as you did it
  209. >You were pretty exhausted though now
  210. >Your first maregasm really took it out of you
  211. >You collapse next to Anon and cuddle up to him while nuzzling his neck
  212. >"Mmm that was fantastic Fluttershy."
  213. "Thanks Anon, I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did."
  214. >He turns to his side and wraps an arm around you before kissing you right on the muzzle
  215. >You giggle before wrapping your wing around him and shuffling close
  216. >You both lie there, letting your hectic breathing slow as you look into each others eyes
  217. >You both calmly drift off to sleep in a shared embrace, content with the wonderful gift you've been given
  218.  
  219. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  220. >Look down
  221. >Oh holy shit
  222. >You're actually Twilight Sparkle
  223. >With wings
  224. >Fucking disgusting
  225. >Why the wings?
  226. >He can chose whatever he wants, he he's choosing—
  227. >"Hey."
  228. >You spin around, horn letting off sparks in surprise
  229. >Jesus, you didn't expect him to be there so soon
  230. >And—
  231. >Wow, that's probably a statistical anomaly
  232. >The Anon who requested you is black. Not like basically-from-Africa black, more like Kendrick-Lamar black.
  233. >But still. Black.
  234. >Well, guess you're about to see if the stereotypes are true
  235. >As it stands, he's pretty attractive. Tall, thin, awesome brown hair. He's wearing a pair of jeans and a button-down jacket.
  236. >"How ya doing?"
  237. >You shrug
  238. "Good."
  239. >"So, where ya from?"
  240. >You give him a vague answer. Nothing more than city and country.
  241. >"And I'm guessing you were a dude until a few minutes ago?"
  242. >You respond accurately
  243. >"Well, this is going to be the weirdest thing I've ever done."
  244. >You chuckle
  245. "Me too, man."
  246. >"You, uh—you alright with me calling you Twilight?"
  247. "I'd prefer it."
  248. >"Cool."
  249. >Ok, fuck
  250. >You're not being sexy at all
  251. >You're just kinda... standing there. That's not hot.
  252. >You gotta... entice him.
  253. >Somehow
  254. >You lick your lips, looking him up and down again
  255. "Soo, Anon..."
  256. >Your voice is breathy
  257. >Knees bent
  258. >Getting hot and heavy
  259. >You're walking towards him already
  260. >Ignore unsteady
  261. >You're nervous
  262. >But on the surface you look aroused and drop the reservations you housed
  263. "I have something I want to research."
  264. >You walk towards him, slowly, butt wagging side to side
  265. >"W-What?"
  266. "I was reading about humans from your world."
  267. >You light up your horn, grasping him with magic
  268. >Slowly, you tilt him over onto the floor
  269. "And I heard that your particular type of human has a rather large advantage over the other races."
  270. >"L-low chance of skin cancer?"
  271. >Holy shit, he's blushing
  272. >FUCK that's hot
  273. >You step over him, putting a foot on his chest, smirking
  274. "Not exactly."
  275.  
  276. >A bead of sweat drips down on his forehead
  277. >Yeah, good call on the femdom there. Nice read, Anon.
  278. "You're going to do exactly as I say. Got it?"
  279. >He just nods
  280. >"Y-Yes, Tw-"
  281. >You slap him across the face
  282. "You dare address your mistress by her first name?"
  283. >He sheepishly shakes his head
  284. >"N-No, mistress."
  285. >Is this racist?
  286. >...Probably
  287. >Whatever, he likes it
  288. "Good. Now."
  289. >You light up your horn again
  290. >Ok. Hopefully you can do this without hurting him in some way...
  291. >A second later, his clothes are gone, incinerated with magic
  292. >He instinctively crosses his legs
  293. "Freeze."
  294. >He stops moving
  295. >You turn around, laying on top of his muscled chest
  296. >Now, to find that—
  297. >OH JESUS
  298. >You gulp as you catch sight of his dick
  299. >Yeah. Yeah, fucking—ok, some stereotypes are true.
  300. >And, Jesus
  301. >Is this one ever true
  302. >Flaccid, he's about six inches.
  303. >FLACCID
  304. >Interestingly, he also has a piercing
  305. >A big, gold stud, right through his head
  306. >God damn that must have been painful
  307. >His huge black dick starts to rise to attention
  308. >Oh Christ, it's getting bigger
  309. >Significantly bigger
  310. "Hmmm."
  311. >You adjust your posture, pressing your rear end up against his face
  312. >You actually feel yourself getting wet. Which is... an odd sensation.
  313. >To say the least
  314. "Your mistress desires service."
  315. >You grab his face with magic, shoving it into your pussy
  316. >Ohhhhh god
  317. >This is...
  318. >Ohhhh, FUCK
  319. >Being a girl is SO FUCKING GOOD
  320. >Each clumsy lick of his tongue sends a shiver down your spine
  321. >You wink, experimentally
  322. >He—
  323. >OH
  324. >OH FUCK
  325. >WHAT EVEN
  326. >FUCK
  327. >You let out an involuntary scream as he nibbles on your thumb-sized clit
  328. >Oh my god it hurts and feels good at the same time
  329. >What the fuck is
  330. >F-Fuck!
  331. >You feel pressure building in your head as your mind goes fuzzy
  332. >Suddenly, you scream, gushing all over his face
  333. >You barely recognize you're doing that, though
  334. >You're too busy watching the pleasure-nuke that just went off in your brain
  335. >Holy—
  336. >Holy fuck, that was awesome
  337.  
  338. >You quickly regain composure, releasing his head
  339. >He gasps for air and slumps to the ground
  340. "Good boy. Now, keep mistress ready while I do some research of my own, would you?"
  341. >He pants, bringing his face back up to your entrance
  342. >He moves more slowly this time, allowing you to focus better on the task at hand
  343. >Speaking of which...
  344. >Goddamn, fuck. You hope he's fully erect.
  345. >Because the 9 inches you're staring at is scary enough already
  346. >You open your mouth, scooting your body forward
  347. >You hesitate over him
  348. >This is... pretty gay
  349. >But, well...
  350. >Holy shit you want to suck it so badly
  351. >You lean downwards and lick his head. It's salty with pre-cum, and you can actually feel his pulse through your tongue.
  352. >Hm. Ok.
  353. >You go lower on it, feeling the cool metal of the stud contrasting with hot flesh. God damn, he's delicious
  354. >Still vaguely aware of his tongue on your folds, you pull back.
  355. >Ok, fuck this slow shit
  356. >You take a deep breath and slam your head down, taking as much of him within you as you can
  357. >You only gag once, surprisingly
  358. >Apparently Twilight's good at sucking big dicks
  359. >Who knew?
  360. >You move up and down on his cock, letting out little gasps for air. Fuck, this is a monster.
  361. >After about a minute, you notice he's no longer servicing you
  362. >Instead, he's writing on the floor, gasping and panting
  363. >"M-Mistress!"
  364. >Suddenly, a new taste
  365. >A lot of new taste
  366. >A fucking half gallon of fluid
  367. >Or, at least, it feels like that
  368. >You actually feel some of the cum fly out your nose. Which burns like hell.
  369. >The rest of it pumps itself down your throat.
  370.  
  371. >You jump off him
  372. "YOU DARE CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION?"
  373. >"M-Mistress, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
  374. "WELL!"
  375. >You lift him up with magic and slam him back into the ground, spitting the cum still in your mouth into his face
  376. "DON'T THINK I'LL LET YOU IN MY ROYAL PUSSY! NO SIR!"
  377. >OK
  378. >uh
  379. >Fuck you really want to get penetrated
  380. >Well, if you're pussy's off-limits, there's always...
  381. >You light your horn again, trying to cast a lubricant spell
  382. >Awesome, that worked
  383. >Now...
  384. >You hold his dick up with magic, imitating it in its erect state.
  385. >He groans in a combination of pain and pleasure. It's still incredibly sensitive.
  386. >Without skipping a beat, you jump on his cock, engulfing it in your ass
  387. >Oh... Oh, damn
  388. >So fucking
  389. >Christ
  390. >This hurts so bad actually
  391. >Jesus
  392. >He's so fucking big. You can feel your anus stretching to accommodate his immense girth.
  393. >You don't give up, though. You use your wings as leverage to bounce rapidly on his dick
  394. >Slowly, it stops hurting.
  395. >Then it feels ok
  396. >Then it feels fucking amazing
  397. >You watch his face, snarling at him for his insolence
  398. >He's gasping for air, barely able to make any noise
  399. >Then, suddenly, you feel his pelvis start to move
  400. >That fucker!
  401. >He's going to cum again!
  402. >You'll have none of that
  403. >With a mighty flap of your wings, you fly off him
  404. "I SAW THAT!"
  405. >You slap him across the face with a wing
  406. "YOU DON'T CUM UNTIL I TELL YOU TOO!"
  407. >You briefly consider following that up with "nigger", but decide not to
  408. >Over the line
  409. >Probably
  410. >"Mistress—mistress, please!"
  411. >You slap him again
  412. "SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO!"
  413. >He whimpers and stares, desperately, at his erect dick
  414.  
  415. >You lay down next to him, gazing at his dick
  416. >Hm. If you time this right...
  417. >You stick out your tongue and tap the piercing. Instantly, the dick starts twitching.
  418. >Ooh, he's close
  419. >Better be careful
  420. >You give him about a minute of rest before you try again. When you notice his lack of extreme response, you open your mouth and take the tip inside
  421. >Within a few seconds of swirling around on top, he's groaning and grunting again
  422. >You quickly pull back as he lets out a moan of agony
  423. >Hmm, this must be torturous
  424. >Beautiful
  425. >After another minute or so, you try again
  426. >This time licking his length while playing with his nice, supple balls with your hooves
  427. >Ten seconds after starting, you stop.
  428. "Use those hands."
  429. >He obeys, slipping two fingers inside you
  430. >Mmmm
  431. >That's nice. That's real nice.
  432. >You tease him again, this time suckling on a ball while jacking him off with your horn
  433. >Again, you stop before he cums
  434. >After twenty minutes of this you decide you've had enough
  435. >You stand up, straddling him again
  436. "Now, Anon. Would you like to cum?"
  437. >"Yes!"
  438. >His voice is crazed and desperate
  439. >"PLEASE!"
  440. "Ok, Anon. And how would you like mistress to make you cum?"
  441. >"I- Mistress decides!"
  442. >You smack him on the leg with your tail
  443. "Answer the question, Anon."
  444. >"P-Pussy."
  445. >You smirk
  446. "Do you really think you're worthy to cum in mistresses pussy, Anon?"
  447. >"N-no."
  448. "Do you think I'd ever debase myself like that? What if I got pregnant? Why should I take that risk?"
  449. >"S-shouldn't!"
  450. "Oh, but you want me too, don't you?"
  451. >You lean over him, simultaneously pushing his head inside you
  452. >He gasps at the sensation
  453. "You want to cum in my pussy and fill it up with your sperm?"
  454. >You let a little more inside you
  455. "You want to breed my, shoot your seed in my womb and have it take hold? You want to impregnate me and kiss my belly as I grow your child within me?"
  456. >He gasps as you slam down on his length, his face scrunched up as he desperately tries not to cum
  457.  
  458. "Yeah you do, you dirty whore. You want to cum so badly. You want to make me your mare. But you forget—You're *my* mare."
  459. >You kiss him on the mouth, horn lighting up and casting a semen-production-increasing spell
  460. "And I want my mare to breed me."
  461. >You use magic to assist yourself for the next bit as you fuck him as hard and fast as you possibly can
  462. >Your pelvis hurts as you slam yourself down on him over and over
  463. "CUM IN ME!"
  464. >He obliges
  465. >The sensation of being filled sends you over the edge, as you crash down into a full-body orgasm
  466. >Your mind goes blank for a while
  467. >When you come to, you're on top of him
  468. >Semen dripping out of your wet slit, around his still-inside-but-flaccid dick
  469. >You pull off, feeling a torrent of cum slip out and onto the floor
  470. >He pulls you into a hug as you kiss his cheek
  471. "Good boy."
  472. >Energy spent, you feel yourself drifting to sleep in his embrace
  473.  
  474. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  475. By Britfag !adguWU2JdU
  476.  
  477. >Be Anon
  478. >Twilight is talking with you
  479. >You have no idea how you got here, nor how she's going to get a horsefucker here, but fuck its magic, she aint gotta explain shit
  480. >She wanted to do this shit for science, sexual implications be damned
  481. >Whatever, you've been here a while, and Twilight did ask nicely
  482. >You're going to be some norm/mlp/erson's pone bitch, you're not thrilled
  483. >But you also really wanted to be pounded and try having a pussy
  484. >You weren't exactly fussed as to what pony you were going to be
  485. >You were fussed, however, about the kind of Anon you were going to get
  486. >You hope to god they're at least fairly normal looking like you
  487. >You're not a great looking guy, but you're not too shabby. You're slim, long hared, clean shaven. At least you're going to look like a sexy mare in a moment
  488. >Oh shit, Twilight says she's ready to get the other Anon here, I'm going to be put to sleep as well, so I can wake up as a mare
  489. >Sure, whatever, lets go
  490. >Twilight zaps you after you affirm it's alright to go
  491. >Darkness
  492.  
  493. ---
  494.  
  495. >...
  496. >That's a nice ceiling pattern, you make note, as you awaken
  497. >You lay there, not feeling much, then go to scratch your nose, only succeeding in smacking yourself in the face with a hoof
  498. >What...? ...Oh right
  499. >Fucking hell, this shit worked
  500. >White hoof
  501. "Okay then."
  502. >Oh fuck, your voice!
  503. "Oh fuck nooo..."
  504. >Why god...
  505. "Fuck yoooouu."
  506. >Why on earth did you need to have a fucking Rari-fag
  507. "Fucking cuntsticks."
  508.  
  509. >You were going to punch the Rari-faggot when you saw him
  510. >...You wouldn't get hit back, at any rate, you hope
  511. >You are a 'pretty' pony, after all
  512. "Oh fuuuuck..."
  513. >You awkwardly try to scratch your head, kind of failing without fingers
  514. "Oh that's gonna to bother me something fierce."
  515. >Maybe time to try walking?
  516. "Fuck me, the way I say shit sounds weird in Rarity's voice."
  517. >Yeah lets get walking
  518. >You're in a nice looking room, you sit up on the bed you're resting in, actually managing to, instead of falling to the side
  519. >How the fuck do pony body physics work anywho?
  520. >Meh, you are marshmallow pone anyway
  521. >Thinking about it, trying to walk on two feet, er, hooves, isn't going to go well... probably
  522. >Lay down again and edge to the side of the bed
  523. >Roll off, fail
  524. "Gahf! Fuck!"
  525. >This did not go as planned
  526. >Carefully position backfee-- hooves... okay
  527. >Now the front ones
  528. >We good? We steady? Alright...
  529. "Liiiiift... oh fuck."
  530. >Your legs are shaky, and standing feels so strange, it's feels like it would if you were on your hands and feet normally, although usually that just means your arse is up in the air
  531. >Weird feeling, especially because your arse isn't in the air
  532. >You try taking a few steps experimentally
  533. >...And promptly go arse-over-tit
  534. "Fuuuuck, why is this so cunting hard?!"
  535. >It takes you several attempts to get back up and get two steps without planting your face into the floor
  536.  
  537. >Alright! You're getting somewhere!
  538. >You managed to walk (albeit very horrendously) over to the dresser and back to the bed
  539. >Fuck, you're good
  540. "I reckon I picked that up really fast."
  541. >"Yeah you weren't bad."
  542. >Slightly taken aback at the voice, but managing not to fall over, you turn to face the masculine tone
  543. >...And then fall over while turning
  544. "FUCK!"
  545. >The cunt in the doorway just laughs
  546. >Wanker
  547. "Could help me, you know? 'Stead of just laughing like a fucking hyena."
  548. >He quiets down into chuckles
  549. >"Heh, yeah I guess, sorry."
  550. >His hands move under your belly and lifts you, shit's uncomfortable but at least you're back on your fe-- hooves
  551. "Thanks."
  552. >"S'fine."
  553. >Hm. You're looking at him now, examing his features
  554. >He's not obese, so that's a plus
  555. >He's not skinny either, hell, he's got some muscle
  556. >Scruffy mid-length hair, brown, bit of a beard going on, not a neckbeard thank fuck
  557. >Suits him actually
  558. "You aint too bad looking, and you're not wearing a fedora, instant plus for you there."
  559. >"I'm a horsefucker, but I'm not a faggot."
  560. "That's debatable, Anon."
  561. >"Fuck you, fag."
  562. "Cunt."
  563. >"Arsehole."
  564. "I will quote that fucking Navy Seals pasta at you, I swear on my mum."
  565. >"You can't. Unless you're autistic enough to memorise that shit."
  566. "Yeah, alright, got me there, Anon."
  567. "My name's Matt."
  568. "Jessi."
  569. >"Seriously?"
  570. "No, I'm just a faggot."
  571. >"...Alright then?"
  572. "Just go with Rarity, dude, I look like her after all."
  573. >"Yeah, that's cool."
  574. "You have shit taste in pony."
  575.  
  576. >"Fuck off, Rarity is best pone."
  577. "I'm sorry but you're wrong, mate."
  578. >"I bet you're a Shyfag."
  579. "Nope. Applefag, actually."
  580. >"And you say I'VE got shit taste?"
  581. "Yes, you do. I have prime waifu material while you have the whore pone that does shit only to further her own goals."
  582. >"Applejack is a shit character with little development, a background pony."
  583. "Maybe so, but she's level headed, more loyal than Bluefast, honest as fuck, admits to her mistakes, works hard, has a sexy accent, and a nice fat arse."
  584. >"True about the arse. But Rarity is still better."
  585. "She uses her whore'd out make-up caked face to be sexy and take shit off people."
  586. >"You got bullied by the pretty girls in school, didn't you?"
  587. "Yeah, I did actually, you cunt. Hence my hate for Rarity, she's exactly the fucking same."
  588. >"Yeah? Well--"
  589. "Oh for fucks sake, why are we arguing this shit?! If I wanted to argue with a cunting Anon, I'd fuck off to /mlp/ and shitpost for attention."
  590. >"Heh, we're too into 4chan."
  591. "Fucking hell... you want to fuck me, don't you?"
  592. >"Yeah... hearing that in Rarity's voice, while she is actually standing in front of me... shit's surreal."
  593. >You laugh while responding to that
  594. "I know the feeling, mate. I wake up and I'm a pony. In fact, I'm a bloody mare, for fucks sake."
  595. >"You're British, aren't you?"
  596. "And you're an Ameritard, so what?"
  597. >"Just saying."
  598. "I'm English, actually."
  599. >"Whatever...."
  600. >The next few moments are kind of an awkward silence
  601. >This feels cringey
  602.  
  603. >You kick your hooves about while glancing at the floor
  604. >This is really surreal, how you imagined it would go, actually
  605. >"Uh, so... what do you like to do, for fun?"
  606. >Oh for fucks sake, this is embarrassing, for both of you!
  607. "Dude, look, I aint got a problem with fucking you, you're a nice enough looking bloke, but we don't need to make small talk. I think the waifu-argument was enough."
  608. >"You're very forward."
  609. "Usually am, which... is weird because I fucking love being a submissive bitch boy."
  610. >"...Yeah?"
  611. >This makes you laugh a little more
  612. "Ye-heh, I cross-dress daily. Guys clothes? Fuck that shit, too baggy, nice girls tops and skinny jeans, thank-you!"
  613. >"So you're a faggot, a trap, and a horsefucker?"
  614. "Pretty much, aye."
  615. >"...Fuck, hearing you say 'Aye' in that voice."
  616. "Probably sounds right fucking lovely to you, dunnit?"
  617. >"It's kinda hot, I'll admit. You don't really pronounce your 'T''s either."
  618. "Eh, not really unless I'm being polite, or formal, or.. using words like polite where the pronunciation is impossible to miss."
  619. >"Ha... so... h'yeah... er, you're... r-really sexy."
  620. "You want to fuck a horse? Faggot."
  621. >"Yes. Massive faggot if it means I'm fucking you."
  622. "Haahh... right then, best get this shit over with. I'm torn between looking forward to this vaginal sex, and hesitant because I don't know you."
  623. >"...Not that it's technically gay, though?"
  624. "I already said I was a faggot. Keep up, mate, is your brain 100% concentrated southern 'murica?"
  625.  
  626. >You have to admit, you do want to get to shagging real soon
  627. >You're curious to find out what having a snatch is like
  628. >Anon here is going to assist with that if he wasn't playing it so casually
  629. >Hell, YOU'RE the trap-faggot, you should be the one mincing around things
  630. "Come on, mate, I'm all for starting if you are."
  631. >"Oh... yeah?"
  632. "Yes, you cunt. Don't keep a gu-- Hah... er, 'Lady', waiting."
  633. >You put extra emphasis on 'lady' because you know that shit must be hot to him with how it sounds
  634. >Even if you hate this white bitch of a horse
  635. >"...Hey... do you ...mind, if I get undressed?"
  636. "Go for it, I'm naked aint I?"
  637. >"Kinda different for you."
  638. "Not really, mate. There's a breeze and it's making my arse cold, it's really fucking distracting."
  639. >He cracks a smile, shrugging and starting to take his clothes off
  640. >First goes the jacket, real leather, if you're not mistaken, looks good
  641. >Then his grey top
  642. >...Dude got a body, not a model, but not too shabby either, slim with a little bit of muscle and a slight bump to his belly
  643. >Like you, actually, except he's definitely more manly
  644. >...O.K, so he's kind of hot, there go the trousers... and that leaves him in his briefs, or boxers, whatever those are he's wearing, what the fuck are they?
  645. >"...O.K... socks too..."
  646. >He's almost naked. You do wanna see if he's packing
  647. >Damn you hope he is, you're a girl now, that's not gay at all
  648. >So fucking straight right now
  649. >Like a fucking spirit meter
  650. >...And then off go the pants
  651.  
  652. "Well, we can tell you aint a nigger."
  653. >"Racism? That's a crime."
  654. "Which is for--"
  655. >"Niggers, yep. But yeah... I'm no horse."
  656. "I reckon you got about 4 inches there, maybe 5? That's big enough when erect and certainly big enough to fill a vagina from what I've heard."
  657. >"That voice is going to kill me."
  658. "Sounds super sexy having Rarity examine you, then? Daaahhh-ling~?"
  659. >You draw out that 'darling' on purpose, you swear he twitches a little
  660. >He's excited as fuck, you can tell
  661. >You'd be the same if it was Applejack you got to fuck
  662. >"Please do that while we have sex."
  663. "What? Say 'Darling'?"
  664. >"Yeah, please."
  665. "To be honest that was a tease, I really, reeaally, fucking hate Rarity. Her drawn out voice pisses me off."
  666. >"Oh come on... I'm no fan of Applejack, but it's like... I'd know that an Anon wanting to fuck her would love her mannerisms and accent. I'd do that for the thrill, even if I don't necessarily enjoy it."
  667. >...Hm
  668. >Yeah, you guess so, you'd be pissed if you were in his shoes
  669. "Fine... guess I can do that for you... darling~"
  670. >"Great."
  671. >Damn, he breathed out as he said that, he's going to take you soon
  672. "Well... I need to... get acquainted with this new body ...darling. Mind helping a lady onto the bed?"
  673. >"Of course not!"
  674. "Good boy."
  675. >Ha, being the dominative one, that's funny
  676. >He gingerly treads over and places his hands around you, hoisting you as gently as he can
  677. >It's still uncomfortable, but less so than before
  678. >...Right onto the bed you go
  679.  
  680. >He tries to be careful, gingerly laying you onto the bed
  681. >His dick is almost touching your snout, you refrain from licking it
  682. >The chill in the air has him flaccid
  683. >Maybe you should change that
  684. >You are getting kind of horny
  685. >You swish your tail experimentally, kind of impressed that it works like a fifth limb
  686. >Hm
  687. >You let yourself fall onto your side, getting comfy, and position yourself sideways to him
  688. >You swish your tail again, revealing your pony vagoo to him, you assume
  689. >Looking, you can't actually see your genitals from here
  690. >So you decide to move about and stretch your legs open, facing down to examine your new plumbing
  691. >Puffy lips, almost neatly symmetrical, a clit just poking itself out, pretty standard vagina
  692. >It is strange though, that you can see your ponut, it doesn't feel likie you should be able to see that
  693. >As for the feel, well...
  694. >Licking the flat of one of your hooves, you slowly stroke it upwards from your arsehole, up towards the clitoris
  695. >It feels pretty nice
  696. >The lips are sensitive like the upper half of a cock, the clit rather jolting, which makes sense, considering it's the equivalent of the glans
  697. "Hm. That's interesting."
  698. >"Yeah."
  699. >Oh right, the Anon
  700. >He's been watching you play with yourself this whole time
  701. >Ha, at least he's rock hard at any rate
  702. "So, how do you like your Rarity?"
  703. >"What?"
  704. "You know, dude, how she acts under the sheets. Submissive or Dominate?"
  705. >There we go, he smiles
  706.  
  707. >"Well... to be honest, I would prefer to please her how she wanted me to, you know? Call me a autistic faggot but I'd want to be a gentleman to her, considering that's what she hunts for."
  708. >Hunts for?
  709. >Strange way of saying that
  710. >Well, you assume he wants to follow orders
  711. >Rarity definitely is a bossy bitch
  712. >Goddamn you hate her so much
  713. "Well, let's not wait around. Like you said, I'm... forward, so go ahead and lat down on the bed for me. ...Darling."
  714. >Can't forget the mannerisms, can we?
  715. >Fuck, it really does feel shit to be worst pone
  716. >Won't do when you're sitting on his face though
  717. >Then it's gonna be bloody brilliant and you aint gonna give a shit who you look like
  718. >He is way too happy at your proposal, although you remind yourself, you would be too in his shoes
  719. >He complies almost immediately
  720. >Setting himself down and laying back into the duvet
  721. >"A-alright... damn, this is really happening."
  722. >You smirk
  723. "Oh, aye, darling, it's definitely happening. Now, where did you want-- Oh, right."
  724. >You're deciding this, he wants to please YOU after all
  725. >But you really want to suck his cock, it's standing to attention so eagerly
  726. >You'd full homo if you were a guy
  727. >Alas, it's straight as fuck right now
  728. >...Fuck it, lets get pleasured
  729. "Alright then, I'm gonna settle down on your face, aye?"
  730. >"Please, feel free, Rarity."
  731. >Heh, O.K, he's really getting into it now
  732. >You may as well go full Rarara
  733. "Oh my... This seat isn't taken? I'm glad, darling~"
  734. >Ha, that was silly
  735.  
  736. >You stand over him, breathing softly
  737. >He's barely moving an inch, just waiting
  738. >Well, if someone isn't being a good little boy?
  739. >Facing about, your back legs move to either side of his head
  740. >You aint delaying this anymore, you want, almost NEED to be eaten out
  741. >Fairly certain it's a mare's sex drive or something but fuck you are so horny
  742. >You can't help squeezing in a comment, however
  743. "Hmm~ This seat looks so comfortable..."
  744. >Hah, made his dick twitch
  745. >You lower your body down calmly, until your chest meets his own, it then strikes you, just how small you are in comparison to him
  746. >You fail to give a fuck as a very wet appendage roughly brushes over your new hole
  747. >Hmm, damn, that was wonderfully nice, you're very grateful for this opportunity as you feel his tongue push into you with a hungry willingness behind it
  748. >You don't speak, nor cry out, or give any bullshit moans of the sort, you just ...relax, nuzzling your snout against his abdomen and closing your eyes, while his tongue explores your rather delicate flower
  749. >By the Nine, by Celestia, by Eywa, does it feel fucking excellent to have a cunt
  750. >It feels SO much better than analingus, SO much better
  751. >Okay, you'll allow him a little moan of delight, let him know he's doing quite well
  752. "Ohhhhh~ Please do not slow down, darling..."
  753. >Yeah, that should do nicely
  754. >Oh fuck he increased his tempo, the tingling through your cervix is just positively exhilarating
  755. >You could lay here for... eons
  756.  
  757. >You intake a sharp breath, his teeth ever so gently nipping at your clitoris
  758. >The little bead is extremely volatile to stimulation, moreso than a glans... it's amplified by four, at the very least
  759. >That nip was... painful? No... it was... a pleasure-pain, yes, it stung, but was acceptable to the sensuality gained
  760. >You would not be opposed to another nip
  761. >His muscle strokes the inner walls of your entrance, sending continuous sudden influxes of felicity through your dainty frame
  762. >Oral sex... bless the man who discovered it
  763. >You feel yourself soften against his front further, his diaphragm expanding with each breath he intakes, pushing your light weight up and down
  764. >The only thing that could relax you further is a massage, or some chilled music
  765. >Is it too late to request a massage, with included relaxing vibes?
  766. >You feel yourself contract suddenly, leaving your vagina tingling... if you're not mistaken that was a wink
  767. >That means you're building up for release
  768. >You're not even focused on an orgasm, you're just breathing in and out, listening to the sound of his heartbeat while his tongue forces its way, delving into your depths
  769. >You hum into him as he lavishes a particularly good sweet spot with the tip of his inner digit
  770. >Oh, you think he heard, because he does so again
  771. >And again...
  772. >Oh, naughty boy... that's certainly two fingers that just introduced themselves to your snatch, he gently twists them in
  773. "Veery... gooood~"
  774.  
  775. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  776. >You were very nervous before your first time with Anon
  777. >You were unsure of your new pony body; would you be good enough? Could you really feel like a mare when all your life you'd been a man?
  778. >What if you were awkward or weird? Worse still, what if Anon ended up being a huge jerk?
  779. >At least the latter concern dissipates somewhat when you meet him
  780. >He is very kind when you meet at the cafe, putting you at ease with some silly comments about the flowers on the table
  781. >The two of you actually hit it off quite well, but even at the end of the night you're still feeling nervous about the prospect of intimacy
  782. >Anon surprises you with his perceptiveness, seeming to read how you're feeling
  783. >He tells you that you don't have to rush things, that he's happy to wait for you until you're ready
  784. >Mustering a bit of courage that you weren't aware you had, you tell him that it's ok, that you want to try
  785. >You feel like such an idiot when you ask him to be gentle, blushing stupidly, unable to even look him in the eye
  786. >It's hard to articulate the relief you feel when he doesn't make fun of you at all, and instead merely sits down on the bed and invites you to climb into his lap
  787. >You feel incredibly tense as you do; this is all so new to you, and so very exciting
  788. >You've dreamed of doing this, of being someone's mare, but it's always been just a fantasy
  789. >Now, as Anon holds you in his arms, the reality of him is almost overwhelming
  790. >The realization of how much bigger and stronger he is makes you start to tremble all over
  791. >How easily he could hurt you, could break your small body
  792. >Yet instead he chooses to give you pleasure
  793. >Such gentle, loving pleasure
  794. >He starts to caress you
  795. >Running his big hands over your sides, your flanks, over your round pony butt
  796. >Your skin feels much more sensitive as a mare than it did when you were a human male
  797. >Each slow brush of his fingertips sends a wave of pleasure through your body and a shiver up your spine
  798.  
  799. >You gasp and arch your back involuntarily when his nails graze lightly over your thigh and crotch, barely skirting your labia
  800. >His fingertip ghosts just over the nipple of one of your small crotchboobs, making your legs shake uncontrollably
  801. >You feel so weak and hot in his arms, as if his touch is melting all the strength from your body
  802. >It's now that you feel the wet heat between your legs, dripping down your thighs, and realize that you're experiencing your first real rush of female arousal
  803. >You feel his lips brush your forehead
  804. >As if in a dream, your eyes slowly track upward to look at him
  805. >He smiles down at you, so large and imposing, yet so gentle and kind
  806. >His fingers alight on your mouth, and obediently you open wide to let them in, letting him touch your soft pink tongue
  807. >You slowly suck on his fingers, feeling your face grow hotter and hotter, as your body seems almost to float on air
  808. >When he pulls his fingers free, a trail of your own saliva drips between them and your lips
  809. >You let out a moan when he slides his hand past your cheek and up the side of your head, where he softly scratches your ear
  810. >Your heart is pounding a mile a minute and your stomach is full of butterflies
  811.  
  812. >His scent, so musky and masculine, makes your head swim
  813. >When he makes eye contact with you, you feel almost as if you are about to faint
  814. >And you nearly do, when a moment later he is pressing his lips to yours, gentle at first, then hard and firm as he deepens the kiss
  815. >You feel yourself entering a happy daze, your muscles relaxing, everything going soft and warm
  816. >Surrendering to his gentle strength, his loving kiss, his hands on your sensitive body
  817. >You realize in that moment that you are his
  818. >His good little mare, forever and always
  819. >You feel so safe, so loved, so sexy
  820. >Even in all your wildest fantasies, you never realized how good it would feel to be Anon's mare
  821. >All you can think about is him, and how badly you want to be with him
  822. >And Anon is all too happy to oblige, giving you everything that you've craved for so long
  823.  
  824. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  825. "Twilight, that is the most idiotic thing you ever came up with and I refuse-"
  826.  
  827. >a bright, white flash interrupts your decline of pony science
  828. >you open your eyes
  829. >you are in the middle of a rather comfy looking room
  830. >big bed, fireplace, table with various drinks
  831. >its a boudoir
  832. >you raise up on all fours
  833. >you are a pone
  834. >looking at your hoof you see a bright blue
  835. >your eyes shoot open, you quickly reach in between your haunches
  836. >cunt not crusty.. something is off here
  837. "The fuck am I?"
  838. >that voice
  839. >you turn towards a big mirror in the corner of the room
  840. >you are quite literally wearing your robe and wizard hat
  841. >staring at you in the reflexion is the great and powerful Trixie
  842. >IF you had to choose, you would have wanted to be Fluttershy
  843. >do the whole timid act before going total slut mode... that be hot!
  844. "The fuck am I thinking?"
  845. >you hear Twilight talk to someone behind that door
  846. >must be your lucky Anon
  847. >what fucktard would actually want to do it with Trixie
  848. "Oh no... nononono... g-go to bed Seth!"
  849. >you mutter to yourself, realizing... you are on the bed
  850.  
  851. >looking around, you quickly jump behind a pile of pillows, trying to hide
  852. >you can't get fucked by Seth
  853. >part of your brain points out that that might be karma for all the 'go to bed, Seth'
  854. shitposting you did whenever Trixie came up
  855. >mentally castigating your brain to shut up you hear the door open
  856. >you freeze
  857. >"I umm... can see your hat."
  858. >fucking Trixie being ostentatiously fashionable
  859. "Dude are you like... Sethisto?"
  860. >silence
  861. >"Fuck no man. Are you?"
  862. >you blink
  863. >Seth would probably want to be Trixie
  864. >what a fag
  865. "I'd rather be Trixie than Seth"
  866. >you raise above your pillow fortifications
  867. >it is just a dude
  868. >maybe a little chubby, a bit short, glasses, but clean shaven
  869. >still you glare at him
  870. "You have to worst taste in pone, you know that?"
  871. >he seems slightly irritated
  872. >"Oh don't start, you are probably a Flutterfaggot"
  873. >kinda cute how he adjusted his glasses saying that
  874. >still, he insulted Shy, can't let that slide
  875. >you jump out of your fortress, trotting over to him
  876. "Don't go there chubby"
  877. >you poke a hoof against his belly
  878. >"Oh, them fighting words of someone who wantes to get fucked as a pony."
  879. "But not as a Trixie you god damn idiot!"
  880. >arguing with someone from down below won't do, you jump on your hind legs, hoofs resting on his chest able to halfways look him into his eyes
  881. >silence as you can feel the heat of his body against your own
  882. >you really didn't think that through
  883. >one of his hands slides along your flank
  884. "D-don't you dare."
  885. >he stops before cracking a wry grin
  886. >"Angry sex?"
  887. >you blink, blowing a bit of your mane out of your face
  888. >returning the grin you just say
  889. "As if a limp dicked Trixie fag could fuck me proper."
  890.  
  891. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  892. By !DJfQNe7Bz6
  893.  
  894. >God it's cold
  895. >But it's a good kind of cold
  896. >The kind of cold that makes you want to snug up warm in your bed
  897. >Just hide under the sheets
  898. >Curl up as tight as you can
  899. >And never come out
  900. >Comfy as fuck
  901. >And on this particular morning, that's exactly what you did
  902. >You were reluctant to get out of your bed
  903. >Even though you had a little nagging sensation
  904. >This noise in the back of your head
  905. >You must!
  906. >You have to get up!
  907. >You didn't really know why, but you had to get up
  908. >A yawn
  909. >A stretch
  910. >And the sudden realisation that you...
  911. >Didn't have hands
  912. >You shot up
  913. >In shock, you threw the covers off the bed
  914. >You didn't recognise this place
  915. >You didn't recognise this bed
  916. >It was far too large
  917. >But most importantly, you didn't recognise... You
  918. >Well, no you did recognise yourself actually
  919. >But it wasn't you
  920. >You were someone else
  921. >But you were still you
  922. >If any of that makes sense
  923. >Your frantic breathing slows as you calm yourself down
  924. >You take a moment to adjust yourself
  925. >More importantly, your memory
  926. >A faint blur from the night before
  927. >Or was it the night before?
  928. >Or was it only a few minutes ago?
  929. >You're not sure
  930. >You remember seeing...
  931. >There was a Pony!
  932. >A real live pony!
  933. >"Holy shit, a talking horse!"
  934. >You remember exclaiming when you lay eyes on her
  935. >Twilight, it was
  936. >She had a proposition for you
  937. >You're really not totally sure
  938. >You can't remember exactly what it was
  939. >Had you been drinking?
  940. >Obviously not heavily enough to have a headache of any kind
  941. >Whatever this proposition was, it probably had something to do with you being a horse now
  942. >A... A blue horse
  943. >Oh shit
  944. >Oh fucking pissing arseholes
  945. >Your eyes dart around in their sockets, trying to look at yourself at every angle
  946. >A flash of blue
  947. >Red
  948. >Orange
  949. >Yellow
  950. >All sorts of colours from every angle
  951. >Why would you ever agree to this?
  952. >You don't want this!
  953. >Twilight, fucking bitch, must've tricked you or something!
  954.  
  955. >"You okay?"
  956. >A voice called from a door to your left
  957. >You jump and yell in surprise
  958. >How long had he been there for!
  959. >A tall man stood there
  960. >A tall... Average sort of guy
  961. >Blonde hair
  962. >Not too fat
  963. >Free from any excessive facial hair
  964. "Fine."
  965. >You respond, regaining your composure
  966. >He just chuckled
  967. >Obviously, he'd noticed your surprise to see him
  968. >Who the fuck was this guy?
  969. >You didn't know him
  970. >For a moment, you half expected to see yourself looking at you
  971. >Like you'd switched bodies with Rainbow Dash or something
  972. >Then... It hit you
  973. >The offer Twilight had
  974. >'Fuck a horse or be fucked as a horse'
  975. >Though you're pretty sure she didn't say that verbatim
  976. >And it looks like your... Mildly intoxicated self decided the latter was the better choice
  977. >Though you're pretty sure you would have made the same decision if you were completely sober too
  978. >...You underestimate yourself
  979. >One the one hand
  980. >Fuck.
  981. >You're Rainbow Dash.
  982. >On the other hand
  983. >Fuck yeah!
  984. >Literally could not care less if you're a shit horse if you get fucked in the horse pussy
  985. >You've already decided to embrace your new found love for being the slutty mare
  986. >That is, until you realise something
  987. >You're missing something
  988. >The horror sinks in as you look down at your crotch
  989. >You don't even have genitalia
  990. >Or an arsehole
  991. >You're completely smooth around every edge of your flank
  992. >Fuck!
  993. >No!
  994. >You didn't sign up for this shit
  995. >You were up for some full on vaginal horse fuckery
  996. >You were keen on sucking some guy off
  997. >What are you, a faggot?
  998. "Why man? Why would you do it?!"
  999. >You yell in desperation
  1000. >Scraping at your completely empty crotch
  1001. >No surprise dick and balls
  1002. >No horse vag
  1003. >Nothing
  1004. >Fucking nothing
  1005. >Just a completely solid pelvis and your fur and skin
  1006. >How are you going to piss and shit?!
  1007. >Why is that your immediate worry?
  1008. >"What do you mean?"
  1009. >Was this guy serious?
  1010. >Did you have to draw a diagram?
  1011. >Or spell it out for him?
  1012.  
  1013. "Hey, I agreed to be fucked senseless! How are we supposed to do that if I've got nothing I can fuck you with!"
  1014. >The guy raised an eyebrow in surprise
  1015. >"No, that wasn't part of the agreement..."
  1016. >What does that even mean
  1017. >Black and white
  1018. >Simple as fuck
  1019. >Fuck horses or get fucked
  1020. >You were on the get fucked end of the scale
  1021. >And now you were so close that was going to be taken away from you for...
  1022. >Whatever reason
  1023. "Yes it fucking was!"
  1024. >He shook his head
  1025. >"Yeah, it was an option, but it wasn't what I agreed to. We're playing by my rules"
  1026. >It was dick sucking
  1027. >Obviously, you were gonna have to prepare for a dick sucking
  1028. >You sigh
  1029. >You better get this over with then
  1030. >Leaping off the bed, you walk up to him
  1031. >Still stood at the door
  1032. >You look up at him with your large eyes, but nothing
  1033. >No change
  1034. >No reaction
  1035. "Come on then, take them off."
  1036. >He just laughed
  1037. >Again
  1038. >"You really don't get this do you?"
  1039. >...Okay now you didn't know what was going on
  1040. >This was creepy
  1041. >Doesn't want vaginal
  1042. >Or anal
  1043. >Or oral
  1044. >What does he want?
  1045. >He stroked your head
  1046. >Right in between your ears
  1047. >Messing up your mane-
  1048. >...As much as it can be messed up
  1049. >In the process
  1050. >You step back, shaking your head to return it to it's naturally untidy state
  1051. >"I just want to stroke your coat..."
  1052. >What?
  1053. >"Brush your mane..."
  1054. >Dude.
  1055. >"Preen your feathers, just some completely non-sexual interaction."
  1056. >That's creepy a fuck!
  1057. "This is-!"
  1058. >God, you just...
  1059. >No! You can't even begin to think about this!
  1060. >It's fucking weird!
  1061. "That's just-!"
  1062. >Man, this guy had the opportunity to fuck a horse and instead turns it down for some non-sexual cuddling?
  1063. "...I'm okay with that if you are."
  1064.  
  1065. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  1066. Anon-Aloe By Leiffer
  1067.  
  1068. >You gulp as you stand before a door
  1069. >On the other side of it is an Anonymous, but not in his own original form
  1070. >You are Anon and you are going to fuck another Anon, who’s been turned into a mare
  1071. >You’re nervous, but horny, extremely horny
  1072. >You are finally going to get some sweet pony pussy, but you’re still unsure about the whole it being another Anon that’s just got a body of a pony
  1073. >You open the door and walk in
  1074. >In the small hotel room you find pretty much nothing more than a large bed
  1075. >And on it, there’s a form, covered by a blanket
  1076. “H-hello?”
  1077. >You hear a giggle coming from beneath the blanket as the from shifts and starts to rise up
  1078. >you watch in anticipation, nervous as to what pony mare would be there waiting for you
  1079. >You were so nervous about the whole ordeal that you just said that any pony would do, and after spilling enough spaghetti to Twilight she just told you she’s got a bunch of good candidates and showed you a bunch of papers
  1080. >and because you were feeling nervous you just randomly chose one so that you could just get to it
  1081. >You still have mixed feelings about this anon-pony fucking, but as you wait for the grand reveal you do feel a bit bad of not having enough balls to demand for your waifu
  1082. >But it’s just a random fuck, nothing more, you’re not choosing a soulmate for marriage r-right?
  1083. >The blanket finally slips away, revealing the head of a pony who’s mane’s disheveled from being under the covers and doing...well you suspect touching himse-herself
  1084. >It’s none other than Aloe
  1085. >”Oh?”
  1086. >Aloe turns her head to look at you and then grins
  1087. >”So you’re the one...”
  1088. >She slips out from beneath the bed and stretches on top of he bed like a cat
  1089. >you feel a tent starting to form in your pants as the pony pushes her butt up in the air and gives it a playful wiggle
  1090.  
  1091. >it comes with slight shame that’s still battling your growing need for pony pussy
  1092. “Y-yeah”
  1093. >Aloe hops off the bed and starts walking towards you, slowly
  1094. >You’re actually a bit surprised at this, you’d have thought that it’d have been hard for someone to walk on pony hooves and all fours
  1095. “I-I’m here for my afternoon massage Miss Aloe”
  1096. >You give the pony an awkward grin, but this is how it should go, so that neither of you feels awkward about this
  1097. >though this Anon looks unnervingly calm...and is giving you the bedroom eyes...
  1098. >”Come on, let’s forget all about those ridiculous role play games and let’s get to fucking”
  1099. >You stare at the pony
  1100. “W-wait aren’t you supposed to act like the po-“
  1101. >Suddenly Aloe grabs a hold of your fly and unzips it
  1102. >You try to jump back but end up landing on your butt
  1103. >And instantly you feel the pony crawling on top of you
  1104. >”I don’t really care about that, I’ve been given this wonderful toy to play with, and I am going to test it out on you, like it or not”
  1105. >Suddenly Aloe presses her hoof against your bulge and starts to gently rub it, making your body tense up
  1106. >You open your mouth but you can’t get anything to come out and then this pony already has her lips against yours
  1107. >You panic and try to push her off and break the kiss but she responds by pressing down on your bulge, painfully hard
  1108. >You stop moving instantly and she once again dives her tongue into your mouth as she pulls her hoof back, still holding it on the bulge but at least not painfully so
  1109. >This...this is bad
  1110. >It feels good, but you can not ignore the fact that the other being in here is an Anon turned pony like you originally thought you would
  1111. >But what’s even worse is how good this feels
  1112. >She’s not even moving her hoof now but just having her hoof on your bulge feels exciting, and the things she is doing to your mouth are making your mind almost go blank
  1113.  
  1114. >But then Aloe breaks the kiss and pulls her face back to catch her breath
  1115. >She’s blushing now and so are you
  1116. >she’s looking into your eyes and you avert your gaze out of embarrassment
  1117. >This seems to amuse this Aloe-Anon as she laughs a little
  1118. >it’s cruel yet sounds sweet, and you dislike yourself a bit from thinking of it that way
  1119. >”So this is the power females hold over males, oh I like this~”
  1120. >Aloe backs off as you stare at her
  1121. >”Undress already, I can’t wait to get started”
  1122. >You stand up and look at the pony
  1123. >She’s definitely aroused, she seems to have a hard time standing straight and keeps shifting her weight with her tail raised
  1124. >And you are too...
  1125. >You, you might as well go trough with it, the small things that still bother you will clear up during the act right? Besides you’re already in this too deep to just stop. So you start undressing while the mare stares at you with amusement
  1126. >Not to mention you’re feeling a bit frightened at what this Anon might do if you did, you know that some of your fellow Anons can be a bit...off...and this one’s not exactly making all lights go green in your head
  1127. >Well, now your shirt is off
  1128. >You’re not a tub of lard, but you’re not the most fit individual either
  1129. >Do you really need to see that look of dissapoint-
  1130. >Aloe is looking at you and she’s biting her bottom lip
  1131. >...she’s not disgusted? That’s...
  1132. >”Oh come on hurry up and unto those pants already, you won’t believe how it feels like to be this horny”
  1133. >Aloe flutters her eyes at you
  1134. >”I want it so bad right now, my body feels so sensitive, and my ladyparts feel so tingly and moist~”
  1135. >You quickly undo your pants and throw them and your undies off
  1136. >And there you are, fully nude
  1137.  
  1138. >Aloe looks you over and you start to feel a familiar awkwardness all over yourself
  1139. >And then you start to loose your erection
  1140. >you look at your crotch in panic as it starts to shrink
  1141. >Aloe lets out a little laugh
  1142. >”Feeling shy? Don’t worry, this is going to happen, even if you would not want it to happen”
  1143. >She walks to you and lifts your semi-limp member up with her hoof while you feel embarrassed at your failure
  1144. >The Anon must be disappointed in you already
  1145. >But Aloe just keeps looking at your cock
  1146. >”Do you need words of encouragement? It’s a nice cock”
  1147. “...You’re just saying that...”
  1148. >Aloe giggles sweetly once again and gives the tip a gentle lick
  1149. >Her tongue feels warm, and soft
  1150. >It’s sending all sorts of pleasant shivers throughout your body, and you start to feel life returning to your member
  1151. >Aloe starts to gently move her hoof back and forth and then looks up at you
  1152. >”It tastes good, even better than mine”
  1153. >What sort of an Anon did you end up with?
  1154. >Aloe keeps looking straight at you while stroking your cock as its growing back to full mast steadily
  1155. >”You know, you could touch me too”
  1156. >You keep looking at her
  1157. “L-like 69?”
  1158. >Aloe lets out an amused little laugh
  1159. >”We probably should try that too, but honestly I’ve been playing around with rubbing myself enough on the bed while I was waiting for you, I just can’t wait to...”
  1160. >She looks at your now fully erect cock with lustful eyes
  1161. >”Get all of this to slide in me and ravage me until I’m moaning like a silly little slut”
  1162. >You gulp once again
  1163. >”you know, you could grab my head, ram this thing into my mouth, just use my mouth like a fleshlight you know?”
  1164. >You just stare at the Aloe-Anon as she stares at you while resting her head against your thigh and stroking your cock
  1165. “B-but shouldn’t I just...you know, be gentle?”
  1166. >Aloe lets out a groan
  1167.  
  1168. >”Come on, I’m telling you to make this interesting, I’m really horny over here, heck I’ve never been so much in the need when I was a human. I’m telling you I want to be rut already”
  1169. >S-she really seems to want it huh? Well you’ve got to give it to her then, right? If something goes wrong it’s the Anon’s fault for saying stuff like that
  1170. >”I’m actually torn, I’d love to play around with this cock of yours in my mouth, to taste it, feel it, get intoxicated by the scent of it and the feeling of being so lewd, but I really want it in already. So, what do you wanna do?”
  1171. >You...anything’s fine for you, but you really want to put it in and so does this other Anon so...
  1172. “Let’s...go straight to sex please”
  1173. >This seems to brighten the Anon’s mood as he smiles wide
  1174. >”You’re in for a real treat~”
  1175. >Aloe stops stroking your now raging hard on and gives at a kiss on the tip
  1176. >This makes you let out a little sound which amuses her as she turns around
  1177. >And then you notice something as the mare happily skips over to the bed
  1178. >She’s drenched, you can see fluids travel down both of her inner thighs, and the quick glimpses you see of her marehood past her swaying tail also show that’s she’s really drenched
  1179. >You awkwardly follow Aloe to the large bed, but now you also feel a new sort of emotion within you
  1180. >A need to fuck that pussy
  1181. >Aloe’s already on the bed with her ass up in the air and face down on the bed, looking at you with anticipation as you too climb onto the bed
  1182. >Her tail’s blocking the way, but just as you are about to say something about it she moves it and exposes herself to you for the first time
  1183. >it’s a moist sight to behold, and your cock is now raging in anticipation of getting to slide in there
  1184. >”Come on, put it in already or I’ll do it”
  1185. >This Anon seems to have no problems in being the mare, it is somehow putting you at ease
  1186.  
  1187. >You were kind of expecting an Anon that’d be a bit more against things because it would be embarrassing, but this one’s all for it
  1188. >you place your hands on her ass, and you’re immediately blown away by how it feels
  1189. >It’s really good, you give her buttocks a few squeezes and stare at them in awe
  1190. >That is until you notice Aloe looking back at you grumpily
  1191. >Welp, this is it then
  1192. >You take a hold of your erect penis and start positioning it
  1193. >And as you press your tip against her entrance, things happen
  1194. >Aloe lets out a sharp gasp as she lifts her head from against the bed and her marehood almost feels like it’s trying to grab onto your cock and pull it in
  1195. >Her marehood feels incredibly hot against your glans, not to mention extremely slippery and moist
  1196. >O-oh wow!”
  1197. >Aloe’s whole body shudders a bit as she grasps the sheets with her hooves
  1198. “Is it that good?”
  1199. >Instead of answering Aloe gives her behind a little wiggle as she starts to slowly move it backwards, taking more of you inside her
  1200. >”Ooohhmmhh~”
  1201. >You can feel her inner walls gripping onto your shaft as she slowly takes you in all the way
  1202. >You can’t help but to grunt as you finally go balls deep into her and her soft cushiony pony butt comes to rest against your loins
  1203. >”T-this is so good~”
  1204. >Aloe looks back at you again, and there’s visible lust in her eyes now
  1205. >”Hey, start moving alre-“
  1206. >you pull out from inside her while holding onto her hips
  1207. >Aloe stops talking as her eyes go wide an she gasps huskily
  1208. >And then you push your self back in
  1209. >Her marehood gives you just enough resistance to make it feel like absolute bliss
  1210. >And your loins softly slam against her butt, making it jiggle a little
  1211. >”Ah!”
  1212. >You’re surprised by the sudden sound of passion, and so seems Aloe-Anon as well
  1213. >But then the look of surprise disappears from his face as he rests his head against the bed
  1214. >”Rut me hard~”
  1215.  
  1216. >And you really want to, so that's what you do
  1217. >You start to move your hips, slamming your crotch against that luscious pony butt as you ram your meatrod inside Aloe again and again
  1218. >Aloe starts to move her hips as well in rhythm with you while moaning erotically
  1219. >Her marehood's rhythmically pushing and grasping against your cock and pulling it back in as you move in and out of her
  1220. >She's squirming around as you pound her, arching her back every now and then
  1221. >As her moans start to grow more loud and uncontrolled you too find yourself starting to gt lost in the moment
  1222. >It just feels so good, who knew pony pussy was like this, it's even better than you could have ever imagined
  1223. >Not to mention feeling that ass slam against you and seeing this sweating mare in the throws of passion, it's just...so much to take in
  1224. >"Push me down!"
  1225. >Aloe-Anon's words shake you out from your heat of the passion
  1226. "W-what?"
  1227. >"Ju-Ah! Just push m-mmmmeehh~ d-down a-ah-and hold me downnn~"
  1228. >You're not sure how to go at this but she sounds like she really needs it so you pull out with a wet pop and push her down and hold her that way with your whole body as you re-enter her
  1229. >her coat feels so soft and erotic against your naked chest, and the way how her butt is like a soft fuckcushion against which you can just ruthlessly jackhammer your loins as they tremble beneath you...
  1230. >You put your hand around her throat and pull her head upwards, earning a cute sound of surprise form her
  1231. >You're unsure why you did it, but Aloe does not seem to mind, in fact she pushes her butt out even more by arching her back so you can more easily slam deeper into her
  1232. >Her marehood's now quivering and twitching wildly and she seems like she can't keep her body from trying to move in various ways
  1233. >"Oh I'm so close, please don't stop, please don't stop, please just harder please!"
  1234. >Her voice sounds desperate and needing, which arouses you even further
  1235.  
  1236. >Suddenly her marehood starts to strongly squeeze your cock as her whole body seems to want to flop around and tremble
  1237. >Aloe inhales sharply and her hooves grab onto your arm that's around her neck, squeezing it hard
  1238. >MRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhrmmmmmmhhhhh~~"
  1239. >She lets out an animalistic sound like no other as things and feelings you can't even begin to describe start happening to your cock
  1240. >All you know is that it's enough to send you over the edge as you feel like you're going to blow your load right about now
  1241. "I'm about to cum!"
  1242. >You try to pull away but Aloe suddenly slams her butt back against you as her marehood squeezes down so hard it's a bit painful
  1243. >"N-no cum inside, just please cum inside, don't you dare t-AAAAH!!"
  1244. >You're already cumming as Aloe screams that and grasps your hand harder with her hooves
  1245. >It feels like you cum harder than you have ever before, your balls pumping all they can inside this mare more powerfully than they ever have during fapping
  1246. >and then the feeling subsides and you feel your reason returning slowly
  1247. >You let go of Aloe and groggily pull out
  1248. >A bit of cum pours out as you do
  1249.  
  1250. >Aloe's just lying on the bed, her whole body limp and twitching every now and then as she pants
  1251. >You roll over and then just lie on the bed, catching your breath
  1252. >that, that was amazing
  1253. >your whole cock feels completely numb as you enjoy the growing afterglow and mind numbing goodness
  1254. >Suddenly Aloe shifts and crawls on top of you
  1255. >You stare at her while she stares at you, but then she suddenly kisses you again with a quick kiss
  1256. >She then just flops and lies down on top of you, resting her head against your chest
  1257. >"you...I really like you..."
  1258. >Then she suddenly lifts herself back up again
  1259. >"Want me to become your mare?"
  1260. >You're...not thinking straight...
  1261. "Yeah..."
  1262. >That must be why you said that
  1263. >it's...just an Anon with a mare's body...
  1264. >But as the pony lets out a happy squee and nuzzles her face against your chest affectionately you can't help but to think that this is not so bad...
  1265.  
  1266. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  1267. >"S-suck that dick Twi."
  1268. >You have no idea how long you have been at it
  1269. "N-nahhh!"
  1270. >you hear Twilight's voice echo through the room, muffled, but filled with desire
  1271. >it is your own voice
  1272. >your eyes hazily go upwards
  1273. >muzzle burried in the curly pubes of some anon, his cock shoven down your throat
  1274. >the taste of sperm lingers in your pony maw, your long, soft tongue worming out, desperately trying to massage his balls
  1275. >patches of your purple coat are itching, sports where they came across you
  1276. >when your face or your holes wasn't avaiable, they would usually resort to cumming across your cutie mark
  1277. >"Gonna get me some of that ponut!"
  1278. >"Fucking tight slut!"
  1279. "Mhhpf... mhh!"
  1280. >awkward moments, banter or even friendly conversations were past you
  1281. >it all resorted to fucking, skipping any reservation you or any other anon ever had
  1282. >you gurgle, feeling one of them lining up with your tight ass
  1283. >your pussy was dripping spunk, tingling along your thick horse clit
  1284. >He seemed to have trouble, getting ahold of your tail, pulling your plot nonchalantly up
  1285. >The heat of his cock forced its way inside you
  1286. >the softness of your poughnut hugged him tight
  1287. >all lubed up by previous people using your holes
  1288. >the cock inside your throat started to twitch
  1289. >its owner got ahold of your horn, pulling you back
  1290. >this spit covered shaft flops out of your mouth
  1291. >your tongue hanging out you give him a little lap, looking up at him out of your breath
  1292. >"Gonna nut"
  1293. "G-give it to me... covery P-Princess Twilight's face!"
  1294. >you moan as the guy behind got into a good rythm on your ass
  1295. >how you wished to have your pussy stuffed right now
  1296. >the guy in front of you was stroking his cock frantically
  1297. >you closed your eyes
  1298. >moments later the thick musky scent of sperm arose in your nostrils
  1299. >and the warmth of a fresh load across your adorable pony face embraced you
  1300.  
  1301. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  1302. By WritefagNameHere
  1303.  
  1304. >B Anon
  1305. >Well, more accurately, A Anon, you never got bad grades
  1306. >”You suck!”
  1307. >As you walk out of the club, toweling the remains of several tomatoes off of your body
  1308. >That’s what you get for making your living stand-up comedy...
  1309. >Why the hell did you go to college, anyway?
  1310. >Man, philosophy degrees are SHIT for job potential
  1311. >You wander through the city’s alleys, grab a six-pack from the store, and go another block to your home, expecting a normal night like always
  1312. >Open the door
  1313. >Get on the floor
  1314. >Why the hell did you print off that guy’s digits, anyway? Quads aren’t even that important
  1315. >You lean down and pick up the sheet of paper, putting it inside the grocery bag
  1316. >Put the beer in the fridge …
  1317. >Make yourself a sandwich
  1318. >Go to your computer and sit down, preparing to post and shitpost on 4chan
  1319. >Your nights were so boring ...
  1320. >"HI ANON!"
  1321. >Your eyes catch a glimpse of a purple pony sitting on your bed as you sit down
  1322. >you recoil so much your chair falls out from under you
  1323.  
  1324. >Your eyes drift open
  1325. >Man, that was a crazy dream
  1326. >Ow, your head hurts like hell …
  1327. >You notice that it’s 8 AM on the clock
  1328. >"Good morning Anon!"
  1329. >Twilight Sparkle was next to your bed on the floor
  1330. >Hey, you were constantly bored and you went on 4chan, you were going to hear about it eventually
  1331. >N-not that you watched the show! You just heard about this character through your best friend’s cousin’s husband
  1332. >She probably was lying down earlier, but she jumped up when she heard you shift
  1333. >Seeing her eyes open and her cute face within a foot of yours, you reacted the same way that any sane nor/mlp/erson would
  1334.  
  1335. >Surprisingly, she giggles a little and raises her hoof to her mouth, and you mentally add insulin shots to your grocery list
  1336. >"Hah, Anon, you’re so funny. I too have studied Internet culture with an emphasis on /mlp/."
  1337. "Really?! What do you think of Celestianism?! Have you cum inside Rainbow Dash yet?"
  1338. >she giggles again, and quickly sobers up
  1339. >"Anon, I didn’t come here for no reason and this teleportation spell only works for a day. You were unconscious for about 12 hours, so I only have until 8 tonight."
  1340. "So why did you come here, then?"
  1341. >"I have an offer to make you"
  1342. "An offer?"
  1343. >You had read about Twilight visiting humans on one writing thread a while back that was actually just a bunch of people circlejerking about how they wanted to be ponies and you were convinced they were autistic
  1344. >Huh, truth IS stranger than fiction
  1345. >"So, Anon, here’s the deal."
  1346.  
  1347. >”You can choose to transform into a pony that another /mlp/er wants to fuck. You get your horsepussy, ponut, or mouth fucked. Or you can choose a pony you want to fuck and Twilight will transform a person from /mlp/ to look like that pony and you can fuck them. The /mlp/er will still have their same personality, but they'll look like the pony you chose. The difference between that and that shitty writing prompt from /mlp/ is that you can choose a person to fuck or a pony to be so you won’t end up like Roid Rage”
  1348. “What do you mean end up like him?”
  1349. >”He was some nutcase’s waifu and, well, the switch is permanent.”
  1350. >(Huh, you need some brain bleach now)
  1351. “Anyway, I’ll choose…”
  1352. “[1], I want to become a pony”
  1353. >”Good choice! I don’t blame you~”
  1354. >"Which pony would you like to be?"
  1355. >Did she just wink at you when she said good choice?
  1356. I need a second to think …
  1357.  
  1358. >do I get their abilities?
  1359. >“Yes, you get magic or flight if they have it.”
  1360. >You wanted to be a Mane 6 pony
  1361. >Not Ponka, you couldn’t pull off her personality
  1362. >No background pony
  1363. >You’d rather not be a lesbian
  1364. >It’d be creepy as hell to say that you wanted to be Twilight while talking to Twilight, so you scratch that off the list -- you may be a horse fucker, but you weren’t THAT autistic. Besides, you
  1365. >Fluttershy you couldn’t pull off in a roleplay for a second
  1366. >Being Rarity would be fun for roleplaying, your personality could fit her looks decently, and you could be even kinkier and play games with your magic
  1367. >You had always longed to be with a pony, but not in this sense … oh well
  1368. “I’ll be Rarity.”
  1369. >”A popular choice.”
  1370. >Purplesmart smirks a little at you as she casts a spell
  1371.  
  1372. >”That’ll take effect at 8 PM. You’ll also be sent to someone’s house. Someone in decent shape since I don’t let everyone get a waifu. Take care!”
  1373. >She’s in the middle of the quite complex teleportation spell and is preparing to leave when you decide to tell her something
  1374. >You kneel on the floor and pick up the purple unicorn with a cute-as-fuck “eep!” and set her on your lap and rub her belly
  1375. “Twilight, thank you so much for doing this. All my life I’ve felt wrong, somehow. Like I was a failure, a flunkie, worthless. I wanted someone to care about me and you’ve given me that chance. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
  1376. >she snuggles into your lap a little, melting under the belly rub, with a luxurious smile on her face like she could stay there forever
  1377. >”No problem Anon. I understand, I felt unloved, unwanted too. To be honest, my purpose when I do this for people isn’t to experiment on them or watch them or anything. I want them, I want YOU, to be happy. So, go be happy.”
  1378.  
  1379. Does anyone have suggestions for my posting speed? I want to post fast enough that I can have a little buffer but I don't want to keep you hanging.
  1380.  
  1381. >fuck, you need insulin stat
  1382. >you start to withdraw your hand from her chest, but a purple blast of magic yanks it back
  1383. >unfortunately, it yanks your hand back a little too much and your hand ends up on her teat
  1384. >you realize that she’s getting turned on by this
  1385. >you try to free your hand, but the magic stays
  1386. “T-twilight? You moved my hand too much.”
  1387. >She just gives you a smile again, but now much more sultry
  1388. >”No, I didn’t.”
  1389. “What?”
  1390. >she sighs, and finally the magic dissipates and she props herself on your crossed leg so she can talk without feeling uncomfortable
  1391. >”You remember what I said about feeling unwanted? The truth is that I still feel that way. My friends care about me, but I always feel like the sixth wheel. Celestia cares about me, but she’s been so busy with making Equestria run smoothly that she barely pays any attention to me. I was in Canterlot recently in her reading chambers and I saw about a dozen of my reports lying sealed on the floor.”
  1392. >she starts sniffling a little as she says this
  1393. >”I just want somepony to care about me. To love me! I’m so bookish, so nerdy, I haven’t found anypony who loves me for who I am!”
  1394.  
  1395. >now the waterworks start coming
  1396. >you press her to your chest, making soothing noises and sshing her
  1397. >wow, you had never realized being Celestia’s student was kinda challenging sometimes
  1398. >you think briefly about the show, reflecting on it both to see if there was any way to help her find someone… that’s it!
  1399. “Hey Twilight, I think there’s something I can do.”
  1400. >”No you can’t! No one will ever care!”
  1401. >she keeps crying
  1402. >this feels a little weird, but you kiss her damp fur around her eyes to clean up the tears and to show her you care
  1403. >you peck her on the lips afterwards, not that romantically but more to show her you care
  1404. “I care about you, I love you, and I can help you find others who care about her. I love you Twilight.”
  1405. >the waterworks stop quite quickly and you move in for the kiss again, but she stops you this time
  1406. >”Anon, I’m falling for you, I really am, but I can’t fall in love with someone who exists in a different dimension from my friends, they’d be worried sick about me if they saw me missing.”
  1407.  
  1408. “Exactly. Is there room in that portal for two? Set it to the Everfree.”
  1409. >she just looks confused, but she sees the fire, the passion in your eyes and decides to trust you
  1410. >as the circle around you and the unicorn glows, you close your eyes before you go blind
  1411. >...
  1412. >the light you can see through your eyelids fades and you open your eyes
  1413. >you spot a cave in the Everfree in the distance.
  1414. “Perfect. Just over there, follow me.”
  1415. >she makes an “ahh” sound as if she recognizes the place but doesn’t place it
  1416. >you’re finally at your destination
  1417. “So, you can’t make your friends worry and you can’t make the princess worry that you aren’t here anymore. But if you clone yourself…”
  1418. >she finally recognizes the Mirror Pool and gasps
  1419. >”Anon, you’re a genius! Thank you!”
  1420. >she jumps into your arms -- how the hell could she do that?
  1421. ”Well, we’d better do this quickly. There’s only so much time before I become a pony myself. What time is it in my world?”
  1422. >”About 2PM. Time runs differently here. About 1 hour here is 4 in your world”
  1423. >...you’re in a cave with a cloning pool in it with a talking purple pony in your arms, you aren’t that surprised, but you sense the urgency -- you have an hour and a half left before you go back to your dimension, purple unicorn or not
  1424. “So you’re sure that you want to be with someone else?”
  1425. >”I am.”
  1426. >you dip her in the Mirror Pool, making sure to not let go since you don’t want to go back with the wrong Twilight.
  1427. >you bring her back and set her on the ground, and within a minute a clone teleports out of the pool
  1428. >”Hey, where am I?”
  1429. >you and Twilight quickly explain the situation to her clone since her memories wouldn’t come to the surface of her mind for another couple hours according to Twilight
  1430. >”well, why didn’t you come here earlier? I’d be happy to help myself!”
  1431.  
  1432. “So, Twilight, Twilight, what will we do now? I still have another hour and fifteen minutes before I go to Earth again. I don’t want to waste it.”
  1433. >The other Twilight speaks up and says: “Well, based on the fact that you post on /mlp/ and you took this offer, you’re probably a virgin. And you’ll be a girl in less than two hours, don’t you want to experience pussy from your side at least once?”
  1434. >you think about it for all of a second and nod yes vigorously
  1435. >the real Twilight, your Twilight, casts a spell that you don’t know the purpose of until you wake up stomach up about two feet above the floor with bound hands, bound feet, a huge boner, and Twilight on top of you
  1436. >Alright, this was a little weird, but it certainly beats having rocks digging into your back
  1437. >”How long was I out for?”
  1438. >Twilight is rubbing the tip of your boner on her own clit and moaning, but she manages to say “a-about five minutes, ugh, unf, w-we have an h-ohhhhhh-r” as she drips on your groin like a leaky faucet
  1439. >she felt great on your tip, but you both want more and she knows it
  1440. >she lines up one of your heads with her mouth and the other, lower head with her mouth
  1441. >you practically melt into each other’s embrace and mash mouths, but she eventually lets go of your mouth
  1442. >no words are exchanged as your tip finally moves into her entrance
  1443. >she just gives you a sultry smile and winks at you
  1444. >then she WINKS at you in an entirely different way, holy shit
  1445.  
  1446. >holy shit she isn’t stopping that winking
  1447. >you manage to use your hips despite your restraints to thrust into her a few times before she casts yet another spell
  1448. >you think and you’re so fucking glad you chose to become Rarity since magic was very useful in these situations
  1449. >then you stop thinking and start feeling the pleasure
  1450. >she has a telekinetic field wrapped around herself and starts using it to pump herself on your cock so hard and so fast you wonder if you’ll be able to masturbate after this pleasure… you mentally kick yourself, that was dumb, it didn’t matter
  1451. >it must be twice as fast as your hand could move on a good day
  1452. >your foreskin would have chafed off a while ago, but she had cast a spell holding it back, which also let you feel everything more on your head
  1453. >holy shit, you had barely exited half of her wetness before she thrust herself back down on it again
  1454. >you would look down to see what the clone is doing, but you couldn’t pay any attention to anything else
  1455. >she starts squeezing around your dick for a few seconds and loses the telekinetic grip for a few seconds
  1456. >holy shit, the people on /mlp/ were right, mares CAN control every muscle in their vaginas
  1457.  
  1458. >and that hasn’t been more obvious than now -- she’s trying to milk you for every last drop you have
  1459. >but you somehow restrain yourself - since this was your last load ever, you want to make it count
  1460. >she looks a strange combination of relieved that you can continue and disappointed that she didn’t feel good enough
  1461. >she mostly looks pleasured, though
  1462. >you didn’t even know that ponies could make the ahegao face, but she managed to pull it off quite well
  1463. >by the time you are ready to blow, she’s clearly cum at least four times
  1464. >she seems almost frustrated now that you won’t blow but she certainly isn’t complaining
  1465. >you feel a then you feel a strange sensation around your dick
  1466. >it feels like a blowjob working against Twilight’s pussy
  1467. >unicorns be crazy yo
  1468. >as Twilight’s pussy lifts up, the phantasmic blowjob gives your head a quick lap with its soft tongue, pressing it lightly and swirling around your head
  1469. >as Twilight lifts up one final time, you feel a clenching within your body and on your dick
  1470. >she thrusts herself down with huge force and orgasms for a fifth and final time, and as she loses her telekinetic grip you thrust into her so hard you can’t believe you held out that long
  1471. >your vision grows spotted as you blow your load
  1472.  
  1473. >apparently all your blood was in your boner, and all your mental energy was spent on experiencing this divine sensation with every fiber of your being since you practically go blind for a minute
  1474. >you can certainly hear, though, since Twilight’s letting out a shriek of pleasure, another pony (probably her clone) was letting out guttural moans and you… you thought you heard a bear roaring outside the cave, but you realized it was you
  1475. >you finally stop cumming inside her and you see a little bit of your sperm leak out of her as you are gently levitated back to the floor
  1476. >the sperm suddenly disappears and goes inside what looks like an ice pack
  1477. >you are magically cleaned up and your clothes reapplied
  1478. >you raise your eyebrow at Twilight and she explains
  1479. >”What? That’s your last load and I want a foal eventually. I’ll use it when I’m certain I can have one.”
  1480. >you smile on the outside and the inside both and hug her
  1481. >the other Twilight has a bit of your fluids on her that fell from your lovemaking along with a lot of her own fluids on her own entrance
  1482. >the other Twilight cleans up the cum that fell on her and makes her own ice pack out of thin air -- you would be the new Genghis Khan if all that got in different ponies, and with her mischevious grin you guess that’s exactly the reason the ice pack was there
  1483. >honestly, you weren’t unhappy with that, it’d be nice to have descendants in a different universe
  1484. >the small wall clock that Twilight made (running on the time in your universe) chimes once
  1485.  
  1486. >Two
  1487. >you squeeze her, reflecting on how lucky you are
  1488. >Three
  1489. >The other Twilight runs over
  1490. >Four
  1491. >She gives you a brohoof
  1492. >Five
  1493. >She gives you a largish book on magic
  1494. >Six
  1495. >”This is important! Don’t forget about it.”
  1496. >Seven
  1497. >you take it in your free hand and pat Twilight’s clone, making sure to withdraw your hand before...
  1498. >Eight
  1499. >you disappear to begin your new life
  1500.  
  1501. >meanwhile, in yet another dimension, a lone person writing a story looks up from the keyboard
  1502. >”What am I doing with my life?”
  1503. >he reflects, shrugs, and decides it’s a good thing and goes back to writing
  1504.  
  1505. >Back in the first person’s dimension, another Anon gets up from the floor -- why the hell are there so many Anons in this world, anyway?
  1506. >Fuck Tom, seriously
  1507. >That asshole had seen the tab open on /mlp/ when you opened it in your computer science class
  1508. >He hadn’t told anyone yet, saying he would post it and your information all over 4chan that night
  1509. >Then he beat the shit out of you and thrown you in a secluded bathroom
  1510. >You had probably lost at least a tooth and you could feel a broken rib
  1511. >But he had threatened to tell the entire class if he saw you go to the nurse since they would tell the principal, and you weren’t going to take any chances
  1512. >there was a curtain in the bathroom - why WAS that there? - next to a window. Creepy as fuck, but this part of the school had nobody go there, so nobody got rid of the window, but now it worked in your favor
  1513. >you took the curtain down and threw it over the bloodstained floor so the janitors would see it, that way Tom wouldn’t come back and clean it up
  1514. >you then broke the wooden curtain rod about halfway down, putting it a few inches above waist height
  1515. >a makeshift cane so you could get home, perfect
  1516. >you then walked out of the fire door next to the bathroom
  1517. >luckily, no fire alarm went off as you had hoped
  1518. >you start walking to your house about a mile away
  1519. >you had made it to your house and managed to unlock the front door
  1520. >you were barely inside the front door when you collapsed
  1521. >“HI A- Oh my Celestia!”
  1522.  
  1523. >you woke up with a bit of a headache
  1524. >but, that was it, strangely
  1525. >had all your wounds healed?
  1526. >you hear a muted voice, not quite a whisper, from beside you
  1527. >”Hi Anon, are you all right?”
  1528. >you see … was that Twilight Sparkle? That was Twilight Sparkle.
  1529. >you react the same way any sane nor/mlp/erson would
  1530. “AAAAAHHH TALKING HORSE!”
  1531. >Twilight justs laughs a little and says “I get that a lot.”
  1532. >”Anyway, how are you? I took the liberty of fixing your wounds.”
  1533. “Uhhh, alright, but why are you here?”
  1534. >she says it was to make an offer to you
  1535. >”You can become a pony and fuck another /mlp/er, you can stay human and get your waifu, or choose neither.”
  1536. >it takes about one second of decision
  1537. ”I’ll stay human. And I’d like Fluttershy.”
  1538. >”A popular choice. She’ll be at your door at 8PM tonight. Also, there may be others, since there are too many ponies to go around. Do you have second or third favorites?”
  1539. “Rarity and uh… you.”
  1540. >”Thank you, I’ll take that into consideration if there are extras.”
  1541. >Twilight makes a portal and walks into it, and you think you see a purple mane through it but you can’t exactly tell
  1542. >great, it was 4 PM
  1543. >you just pace around the room and sleep for another 3 hours and finally eat dinner in 45 minutes
  1544. >you might need energy later
  1545.  
  1546.  
  1547. >your hand was on the doorknob and you were looking out your window with the eyes of a hawk when you see a flash out of the corner of the window
  1548. >you fling the door open, and not one, not two, but three ponies sit there
  1549. >”Twilight” -- it’s probably just another person from /mlp/ -- just says that she heard there were enough to go around and trots into your house as you move out of the way
  1550. >Rarity just gives you a “Good evening, darling” and follows Twilight
  1551. >Fluttershy just sits there with her face behind her mane looking like a ball -- you didn’t think she’d seen the door open and you walk over to her and tap her shoulder
  1552. >”EEP!”
  1553. >she is startled, almost falls over, and looks you in the face - surprising, given her character
  1554. >you can see a strange look in her eyes, almost like she’s trying to disappear from the scene but can’t
  1555. >”O-oh, hello Anon.”
  1556. >How did she know your name? Maybe Twilight told her?
  1557. “Hi Fluttershy. Want to come in?”
  1558. >”S-sure.”
  1559. >She trots into your house before you can blink as if she doesn’t want to see you
  1560. “Weird...”
  1561. >you walk into your house and close the door
  1562.  
  1563.  
  1564. >Holy shit you were lucky, getting all three of your favorites
  1565. >you four just look at each other awkwardly
  1566. >Rarity eventually speaks up: “How are you, Anon? You must feel lucky to have three ponies living with you from now on.”
  1567. >that makes you remember…
  1568. “Shit, how am I going to pay the rent?”
  1569. >”I understand. You must be worried, darling. Here.”
  1570. >she then levitates a medium-sized backpack into your hands
  1571. >holy shit this is heavy, at least 20 pounds
  1572. >you open the bag and a yellow mineral stares back at you
  1573. “This… is gold. Gold.”
  1574. >T: “Equestria has way too much of it, being a small civilization with a lot of land and all. we thought we’d chip in on the living expenses. I hope this is helpful.”
  1575. >you swoop down and hug Twilight
  1576. >you’re guessing this is worth at least $300,000 -- you could buy a new house in your town for that much and have money to live on for a year
  1577. “THANK YOU!”
  1578. >T: “Glad to help?”
  1579. >she just looks confused and seems to understand when you tell her that gold is very valuable on Earth
  1580.  
  1581. {wip}
  1582. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  1583. >Okay, so you're a horse.
  1584. >Pony, technically, but still, a fucking horse.
  1585. >You glance up at your forehead, taking in the lime green horn protruding from it.
  1586. >It took some getting used to, but you were able to move some stuff around. Nothing too huge, just small trinkets.
  1587. >Twilight said that this female pony thing wouldn't last forever, so eventually you'd go back to being a normal human girl after the sex.
  1588. >An involuntary drop of arousal falls from you, wetting the ground beneath you.
  1589. >Truthfully, you can’t wait.
  1590. >It’s been a helluva a dry spell.
  1591. >You’d ask Twilight to turn you into a pony so that you could bump uglies with a stallion, but honestly there wasn’t really any horse that would sleep with you.
  1592. >So instead, Twilight set up this mystic time and space thing to get you laid.
  1593. >Cosmic Tinder, in a sense.
  1594. >She found a Twilight from another universe where they had an Anon, only male.
  1595. >Twilight 1 had said that neither you nor him had gotten any in a long time, so she set this up.
  1596. >One of the grounds was that you were a horse, but honestly, it’s been so long that you couldn’t give two shits.
  1597. >Plus, no worries about birth control.
  1598. >Maybe.
  1599. >In your mind’s eye, a tall, ripped, beast of a man awaits you.
  1600. >You can already feel him thrusting into you, ravenously rutting you as you cry out, the orgasm overtaking you, and collapsing onto the ground, filled to the brim with his seed.
  1601. >Another drip.
  1602. >The light in front of you starts to shimmer, blurring like a mirage, and a figure begins to take shape.
  1603. >The shape isn’t as tall as you’d wanted, but that’s fine. He looks to be about average height.
  1604. >It’s fine, that’s fine, nothing to worry about.
  1605. >The light solidifies, and your interdimensional fuck buddy steps forward.
  1606. >He’s a teenager.
  1607. >God fucking damn it.
  1608. >A scraggly haired, fresh faced teenager.
  1609. >God.
  1610. >Fucking.
  1611. >Damn it.
  1612. >You were promised a rugged and ripped outdoorsman, damn it!
  1613. >Well, not promised.
  1614. >But still.
  1615. >”Hey.”
  1616. “Hi.”
  1617.  
  1618. >He’s not bad looking per se, but you know, he’s a teenager.
  1619. >”Look, I was kind of expecting someone, a little bit, you know…”
  1620. “Older? Sorry. W-We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
  1621. >Well, it’s not a crime in either Equestria, and it’s been really, really, really long since you got some.
  1622. >Fuck it. He’s probably got enough built-up hormonal shit to rut you into next week.
  1623. >”No, it’s okay. Just let me see what we’re working with, first.”
  1624. >He begins to take them off, fumbling for a moment with the buckle, before his baggy jeans drop to the floor, revealing his manhood.
  1625. >Holy fucking shit.
  1626. >It’s gargantuan. Even flaccid, you eyeball it to around 7 inches.
  1627. >It’s a column of flesh. It’s a thick, meaty rod.
  1628. >Yeah, this may have been a mistake.
  1629. >“Sweet tap-dancing Christ. Did-did you do something to it?”
  1630. >He flushes deeply.
  1631. >”Well, I was okay before, but I asked Twilight if she knew any enlargement spells or something. She found this one that they used to use in medicine and tried it out.”
  1632. >Twilight, always the helpful friend.
  1633. >From interdimensional Tinder to magical genital enhancement.
  1634. “What do they use it for in medicine?”
  1635. >”Well, it was used for---”
  1636. >His response is cut off as a lime green glow surrounds his penis.
  1637. >You emulate all of your actions at once, without laying a hand or hoof on him.
  1638. >The glow softly massages his balls and he grimaces as you look on, dripping slowly but steadily onto the floor.
  1639. >”Did I say stop?”
  1640. “N-no?”
  1641. >”Damn right.”
  1642. “Well, t-they used it to enlarge lab speci--”
  1643. >After concentrating briefly, you were able to construct a tongue out of magic.
  1644. >It traces up and down his generous length, caressing every part of his thick shaft.
  1645. >Beads of pre flow as you throw more tongues into the mix, all tracing up and down his cock.
  1646. >One pauses briefly at the top, flicking the underside of the head.
  1647. >He quivers in place, legs shaking underneath the constant assault.
  1648.  
  1649. “It-was-used-to-enlarge-lab-specimens-before-microscopes.”
  1650. >He stammers it out, struggling to stand, let alone regain his composure.
  1651. >You’ve toyed with him enough, might as well let him have some relief before you get yours.
  1652. >You pull up a sofa using your magic as his legs buckle, falling back into the plush leather cushions of the sofa.
  1653. >Clamboring up next to him, you get a front-row seat to the freakish mutant of a cock born from magic and teenage insecurity.
  1654. >Freakish and mutant are a little harsh, honestly.
  1655. >It’s just that when the fucking thing almost reaches past his solar plexus, it kind of stops deserving polite description.
  1656. >It stands before you, proud and dripping with pre.
  1657. >Lord protect your throat from the unholy terror that you’re about to receive.
  1658. >Before descending, you kiss the tip lightly, enjoying his squirming as you do so.
  1659. >Then, you open your lips and drop, trying to take in as much as you possibly can.
  1660. >You make it a little more than half of the way down before you realize how full your mouth is.
  1661. >Everything is filled with warm, hot flesh.
  1662. >Your eyes bug out of your head as you struggle to breathe, eyes wide and watering.
  1663. >Holy fuck.
  1664. >Just move slowly, and try to hit the base of it.
  1665. >His whimpers and slight moans reach your ears, pushing you to take more.
  1666. >You strain open your mouth wider as you sink slowly, sucking down more and more of him.
  1667. >Your vision clouds with tears as you reach the finish, lips approaching the base.
  1668. >Black spots start to fill your vision as you descend further, your head spinning.
  1669. >Suddenly, he emits a groan unlike any you’ve ever heard before, and hot seed rushes into your mouth and throat.
  1670. >Holy fuckballs.
  1671. >Blast after blast of warm cum hits the inside of your mouth, the sticky solution forcing its way down your throat.
  1672. >You yank yourself off, mouth dripping with saliva and jizz.
  1673. >Tears stream out of your eyes, but inside, pride fills you, as you look at the teen, mouth agape and jaw slack.
  1674.  
  1675. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  1676. "You know I'm not the real Miss Harshwhinny.I can't be her."
  1677. >Of course. I don't expect you to.
  1678. "I don't know why you chose this body anyway. There were younger mares."
  1679. >You came close to being Cup Cake or Zecora. Besides, you're not old. You're beautiful.
  1680. "I don't even know what my first name is supposed to be."
  1681. >How about Myrtle?
  1682. "You are not calling me Myrtle. And I can't use my former name. You know I was a guy, right?"
  1683. >I know. It makes my penis harder.
  1684. "Great, you're one of those. Listen, just call me Whinny."
  1685. >That will work. Better than the guy who says his pony wants to be called Bob.
  1686. "I'm not even sure what you expect from me, other than sex. I don't know how I can be your wife. I... don't know..."
  1687. >Are you okay? Are you crying?
  1688. "No. Don't be silly. I'm fine."
  1689. >You are crying. What's wrong? If you have changed your mind, I sure the spell can be reversed. At least I think so.
  1690. "No. I don't want that. It's just... this is overwhelming. Yesterday I was a male human and today I'm a female pony, walking on four hooves. And a ponewife. This is what I wanted, to be like this. I am happy. I dreamed of this for years, to actually be a pony. Only now it's here and I'm.... a bit scared."
  1691. >It's obviously new to me too. How about if we just take it easy the next few days. Start slow.
  1692. "*sniff* Oh no you don't. We are going to do exactly what we both have been waiting for. I want to see what this feels like. Cuddles can come later. I'm your wife, ready and waiting. And thanks. Maybe Myrtle Harshwhinny doesn't sound that bad."
  1693. >Actually, I think Whinny will do just fine.
  1694.  
  1695. >Good morning.
  1696. "Good morning."
  1697. >Are you okay?
  1698. "I'm fine. Just looking at myself in the mirror. To be honest, I've been doing it for the past half hour. Every possible angle. And I think you are right. I am beautiful. This is a good body for me. When I volunteered I heard there were already two dozen Raritys. Twilight had been trying to scatter them among various small towns in Equestria."
  1699. >I wonder if the original Rarity is honored or annoyed.
  1700. "I'm not even sure if she knows. I don't know how much permission Twilight has gotten for these body copies. But I'll have it easier. Not as many people... I mean ponies will know the games inspector. If I wear something to cover the cutie mark, it can be even easier. I'm still getting used to it, but it feels a little more natural this morning. Although I can't figure out how to get dressed without your help. How do earth ponies wear clothes?"
  1701. >Many don't. You don't have to either.
  1702. "Are you sure? Without the jacket and scarf, it won't be quite the same effect."
  1703. >I don't want a direct clone of Ms. Harshwhinny. The body is just a starting point. You wanted to be a pony and I wanted a pony wife, but I still want you to be you. You're Whinny now and I want to get to know her.
  1704. "Thanks. We were off to a good start last night. Do you... do you think I can get pregnant?"
  1705.  
  1706. >I would be tempted to say no, we are different species, but with magic involved and you being a former human, I don't know. I never thought to ask. Do you want to be?
  1707. "I don't know. A part of me maybe. What kind of child would it be? Human, pony or something in between. Would ponies even accept that?"
  1708. >Now don't start worrying yourself. One of the reasons I wanted us to stay here is how accepting ponies are. They don't mind minotaurs or griffons walking through town. Humans are just one more funny looking creature. Whatever happens if you can get pregnant, we'll deal with it. And we'll talk to Twilight when she has a free moment. In the meantime, why don't we go out and stretch our legs? Then we can find breakfast. It looks like a beautiful morning.
  1709. "I have been wondering what running will feel like. But I'm not dressed. Should I... yes, I will."
  1710. >Good. I'll follow and enjoy the view.
  1711. "Pervert."
  1712. >My wife is a tiny talking horse who was a guy. Pervert is a given."
  1713.  
  1714. "Finally! I wasn't sure I would ever convince the mayor that I wasn't the inspector."
  1715. >I'm not sure you have convinced her. She practically fell apart when she saw you. The poor woman likely still believes you are scouting Ponyville for the games. This may be a problem. We could try another town.
  1716. "That won't work. Likely ever mayor in every town big and small knows of Ms. Harshwhinny. Better to make our stand here. Perhaps I could style my mane different? I can't seem alter my voice. It might be magically locked. My cutie mark is the big giveaway."
  1717. >I like your cutie mark. It means you're my trophy wife.
  1718. "It does not!"
  1719. >You like that idea, don't you? I can tell.
  1720. "Weren't we going to get breakfast?"
  1721. >Changing the subject, but I'll allow it. I'm hungry too. Here, we'll try the bakery. Twilight gave me some bits to get started on. I suppose I'll have to find a job sometime soon. I'm sure having hands will be an advantage somewhere.
  1722. "It was an advantage last night, but I won't let you make a career out of that."
  1723. If Cup Cake was bother by the strange creature in her store, she didn't show it. "What can I get cha?"
  1724. >Two breakfast muffins and two coff... do they have that here... uh, two apple juices.
  1725. "Righteo!"
  1726.  
  1727. After they were served, Whinny leaned in close once Cup Cake was busy elsewhere. "That was the body I almost had?"
  1728. >It was an option. I think she's pretty.
  1729. "Oh she's nice, but a bit full figured. I think I'm lucky with what I got. How do I work these hooves?"
  1730. >Hold the muffin between your hooves, but gently. Don't squish it. You'll get the hang of it.
  1731. "I feel helpless with these things. I know other ponies do it. I suppose I would have the same problem with wings or a horn. I envy your hands."
  1732. >I envy your teeth. Ponies like extra thick grain in their muffins. I may have to stick to apples. I can give up meat, but if they don't have coffee I'm going to be very unhappy.
  1733. "I miss a cup in the morning too. But I couldn't hold a mug anyway. Do you... do you think we have made a mistake? Can we have a life like this?"
  1734. >I'd be lying if I said I didn't have doubts too. We are in a fairy tale. But yeah, we can make it. If it means anything, I think I have already fallen for you.
  1735. "It does. It means a lot. And I have feelings for you too. Yesterday I was frightened. Today I don't think I am."
  1736. >Good. I want my trophy wife to like me.
  1737. "You stop that. You are not calling me that. Well, maybe a bit when we are at home. By ourselves."
  1738. >I knew you liked it.
  1739. "Shut up!"
  1740.  
  1741. "Finally, we're home. This tiny little house never looked so good."
  1742. >I think it could have gone better than you blowing up and yelling at the mayor, but I think you convinced her you are not the games inspector.
  1743. "I couldn't take it any longer. She wouldn't give up."
  1744. >Why did you tell her your name was Whinny Myrtle? I thought you didn't like that suggestion.
  1745. "I didn't. I don't. It just popped into my head and I said it."
  1746. >Well, it's your official name now. Half the town heard you. Pinkie will be planning a Welcome Whinny Myrtle party.
  1747. "I am so embarrassed."
  1748. >It's okay. The whole town is full of quirky ponies. You're one of them now. You know, we missed an opportunity. We could have got the mayor to bribe you, then we could have run off with the money.
  1749. "Twilight lives here. I don't think she would be happy if we ran off with the town treasury. I'm still getting used to being a pony. I don't want to be a frog. What's that on the table? That wasn't here before."
  1750. >I don't know. Something is in it. Is that... smells like... it is! It's coffee! I'll have to boil it up the old fashioned way, but we've got coffee. But how did this get here? Do you suppose Twilight was keeping an eye on us?
  1751. "If she was watching us last night, I don't want to think about it. Otherwise I'll be embarrassed all over again."
  1752. >Wait, there's a note. Huh. Oof.
  1753. "What? What is it?"
  1754. >It's only three words. 'Yes, it's possible.'
  1755. "What's possible?"
  1756. >Remember this morning? You wondered if you can get pregnant. I think it means you can have a colt. We can have a colt.
  1757. "Oh my."
  1758. >After last night, we may have already started having a colt.
  1759. "Ohhh my!"
  1760.  
  1761. ----
  1762. That will likely be it for anon pone Whinny and her human for now, unless I get a really great idea. I wasn't planning for this to have any sequels at all. But my thanks to those that liked it.
  1763.  
  1764. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  1765. Twilight looked over her lists and notes of her human to pony experiments. This was spiraling out of control. Still, she could handle it. She could keep it together. The amount of data she was collecting was enormous. It would take months or years to study it all. And in spite of a few mistakes, most of the matchups were success stories. Male humans happy to be female ponies together with other male humans happy to have pony wives. The psychological aspects alone were staggering. And even though she tried to excuse it as scientific study, not spying, her magical observations of their lovemaking were incredibly erotic. It led to many clop sessions and a few fantasies of having a human for her own.
  1766.  
  1767. Looking back it may have been a mistake to give the humans body copies of her friends and associates, but at the start it seemed like the easiest way, rather than create a whole new pony form every time. Celestia had warned her years ago about the dangers of short cuts. Now she had several Raritys, many Fluttershys and so on. Still, Equestria was a big place and so far she scattered them about sucessfully. If a pony in Fillydelphia just happens to look exactly like one of her friends in Ponyville, that would never be a problem, right?
  1768.  
  1769.  
  1770. She had initially been very selective with the applications. Some things she couldn't do, like make a body copy of Celestia. Other things she wouldn't do, like the one odd request to use her mom as a template. She had also been filtering out requests for strange fetishes. Over time though, mostly without her being aware of it, her standards had gradually been relaxed. She now allowed humans to pick filly bodies, ignoring the implications. There were also requests for non-pony forms that she was considering. Mostly griffons. A couple of extra Gilda lookalikes wouldn't be trouble. Zebra, not a problem. A changeling? Maybe. Buffalo? That's unexpected, but possible. Dragon? She would not copy Spike. Something in her notes about a chimera? Would three humans really want to be merged together into one? She would give that further thought later.
  1771.  
  1772. Here was a request for a male pony body. Surprisingly there were very few of those. And several fetishes to go with it. She automatically started to toss it, but then recovered it from the reject pile. It could make an informative study, with a different aspect from her previous research. And the human was wanting this. She wouldn't be forcing it on him. Well, she would be forcing it on him, but only because he was asking her to.
  1773.  
  1774.  
  1775. With now practiced ease, she opened a portal to the other world and summoned the human. There was the initial confusion and wonderment that had become standard. Once that was out of the way, she explained herself. "I have looked over your request. And I can give you what you have asked for. But are you sure about this? Making you a young male pony is easy, but everything else you asked for, are you really sure? Once it's locked in, it will not be easily removed. There can be a big difference between wanting a fantasy and having it. If you aren't happy, you may be out of luck. My research doesn't leave me a lot of time to fine tune previous changes."
  1776.  
  1777. >I can't believe you chose me for this. Yes, I'm sure. I promise you. What I asked for may seem strange, but it's what I have dreamed of.
  1778.  
  1779. "Okay," Twilight replied. "For your sake I hope so." First she would need a young colt form for him. Short cut time. Rumble? Too young. She could copy one of the adult stallions and age it back. Big Mac? No, not the right type. Shining... NO! Wait. Snails. That almost seemed a little cruel, but with what he wanted, not so much. Yes, it would work. The transformation was easy. She had done it so much lately, she could reshape a human into a pony with ease. But the next part she hadn't done before. Forcing desires on a subject. Even though he wanted it, she was crossing a line. Still, you don't put just one hoof in the water, you jump in. Her eyes began to glow green and dark energy crackled around her horn. For something like this, she had to call on shadow magic. It was okay. It was for science. "You are a submissive little colt," she began. "And you will stay a submissive little colt. You are quiet and meek. In many ways you feel like a filly in a colt's body and you are often compelled to crossdress. You need a male human to take care of you. You'll crave his dominance, needing his control and his discipline. His cock inside you will be the best thing you ever felt."
  1780.  
  1781.  
  1782. Twilight stopped herself. That was enough. A small part of her wanted to continue, to keep shaping this human, perhaps even add things he hadn't asked for. She had to be careful with dark magic, she reminded herself. She didn't want to end up the next Sombra or Nightmare Moon.
  1783.  
  1784. The now body double of Snails looked around slowly, then raised a front hoof and studied it. "It worked. Did it work? I mean, everything? Will you be able to find someone for me?"
  1785.  
  1786. "Oh it worked," she answered. "In some ways it might have worked too well. But you got what you wanted. As for finding you someone, are you kidding? Where is that list? Here it is. I've got a number of humans you'll be very popular with. Most want mares, but for some of them, you'll be just want they asked for.
  1787.  
  1788. After choosing and summoning the next human and going through all the standard bewilderment, Twilight got them established in a small house. She would find them a more permanent place later. She would check on them soon, but for now she would give them a little time to get to know each other. She wondered if she did the right thing. They seemed happy when she left. And it was for science, she reminded herself. She hadn't gone too far. It was all under control.
  1789.  
  1790. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  1791. >She's serious, you can see it in her eyes
  1792. >Twilight smiles up at you and raises an eyebrow.
  1793. >"Well? What do you say, Anon?"
  1794. >The internal wrestling takes all of three seconds, but feels like an age
  1795. >Taking a breath, you tell Twilight what you want
  1796. >She scrunches up her muzzle and her horn flares to life
  1797. >And, then it goes out.
  1798. >The good news is, you're still you.
  1799. >Ten fingers, ten toes, one dongle.
  1800. "So, uh, is she, er, he...?"
  1801. >Twilight twists towards the door and holds out a hoof.
  1802. >"Right through there, take a left, room number twenty-six."
  1803. "Right."
  1804. >With another steadying breath, you head off to follow her instructions.
  1805. >As you make your way down the hall, you hear a familiar, somewhat exasperated voice.
  1806. >"Oh wow, really? This is who I get turned into? No fucking taste."
  1807. >Gulping, you stop in front of room twenty-six.
  1808. >Your hand hovers over the knob, trembling, as though to open the door would be to make all of this real.
  1809. >Like some twisted version of Schrodinger's cat, the door, once opened, can never be closed.
  1810. >But, Twilight had already cast the spell
  1811. >And you heard a voice
  1812. >Her voice
  1813. >On the other side of the door.
  1814. >Steeling your nerves, you grab the knob and turn, pushing your way into the room.
  1815. >The mare waiting for you jerks back as you stumble inside, her muzzle scrunching up in surprise.
  1816. >After a moment of silence to size you up, she scoffs.
  1817. >"Oh, I guess you're the one responsible for..."
  1818. >She lifts a hoof and slides it up and down in front of her.
  1819. >"All of this?"
  1820. "Uh, yeah, that's me."
  1821. >It's incredibly awkward to think about the fact that up until two minutes ago, this was another human, most likely a male, and that he had given up his hominid shape for an equine one.
  1822. >Well, not just any shape...
  1823.  
  1824. >Tossing her man, the mare scowls at you.
  1825. >"Seriously though, Spitfire? Support characters are only a smidge better than background ponies."
  1826. >The former human's amber eyes seem none too pleased with her current predicament
  1827. >Frankly, you're not too pleased either.
  1828. >You'd heard that some Anons jumped at the chance to be the little mare.
  1829. >So you decide to fire right back.
  1830. "Right, I should have asked for Applejack instead."
  1831. >Spitfire's lip curls slightly.
  1832. >"What is this, 2013?"
  1833. "Implying you got on board before season four."
  1834. >There's a momentary pause before the two of you exchange smiles.
  1835. >"All right, faggot; you've got your little mare, shitty as your taste may be. Now"
  1836. >Spitfire takes an uncertain step forward, doing her best to maintain a cocky grin.
  1837. >"W-what are you going to do to her?"
  1838. >Your breath leaves you briefly as you drink her in: gold coat, wild and untamed mane, sharp eyes, and those downy soft wings.
  1839. >As if sensing your eyes, Spitfire flexes them, though she doesn't take to the air.
  1840. >Probably still a little anxious.
  1841. >Clearing your throat, you look around the room and frown.
  1842. "Do you have a, uh, suit in your size?"
  1843. >The former human gives you a strange look before her eyes light up.
  1844. >"Suit? Like, a Wonderbolt suit?"
  1845. >A giddy smile gallops across her muzzle as the idea takes root.
  1846. >"Holy shit, maybe I do! Hang on."
  1847. >The pony skitters left and right across the room, digging through various boxes before giving up a victorious cry.
  1848. >"Ha! Yes!"
  1849. >With a flourish, she pulls out a blue and yellow flight suit with her teeth.
  1850. >Spitfire grins around the fabric, making it squeak a little in protest.
  1851. >Noting your confused stare, she seems to come back to earth almost immediately.
  1852. >"I probably shouldn't be this excited about dress up, huh?"
  1853. "No, no."
  1854. >You wave her off, smiling.
  1855. "Just, glad to see that it's not all terrible."
  1856.  
  1857. >"Well duh."
  1858. >Spitfire rolls her eyes, trotting over to you and dropping the suit at your feet.
  1859. >"I mean, look at me; I'm actually the little mare!"
  1860. >She gives a small twirl, sending her tail flying around her middle before settling back behind her flank.
  1861. >"And besides, I have a really tight body. I could have ended up as Fluttershy or something. I mean, it's no unicorn..."
  1862. >Her voice trails off as she scrunches up her muzzle.
  1863. >After a moment, you grin.
  1864. "Okay, well let's get that on you."
  1865. >The mare rolls her eyes and laughs.
  1866. >"Right, sure. I'm not going to let you touch me until I've got this on, perv."
  1867. >Dang.
  1868. >Spitfire's so cold.
  1869. >Well, this Anon is...
  1870. >Still, you sit back and decide if you can't touch, you'll at least watch.
  1871. >Surprisingly, the former human does an excellent job of getting the suit on.
  1872. >And by excellent you mean that she manages to get her hooves in the leg holes, then awkwardly stares down at the puddle of fabric.
  1873. >After several shuffling seconds, she glances up at you and grimaces.
  1874. >"Okay, well maybe you can help a little bit."
  1875. >Score.
  1876. >Smiling, you motion for her to step out of the suit.
  1877. >After a little bit of examining, you find the zipper in the front and manage to tug it all the way down before offering it to her.
  1878. "Okay, I think the way this works is that you put your flank in first."
  1879. >Spitfire gives you a sheepish, but suspicious nod, before backing into the latex suit.
  1880. >It takes a little maneuvering, but she manages to get her hind legs into position.
  1881. >Despite your intentions to help, being this close to her, you can smell the airy scent coming off her body.
  1882. >It's a little like ozone actually, with grass and sunshine mixed in.
  1883. >Still, easing the unfamiliar mare into her uniform isn't making this situation any easier.
  1884. >Gulping, you help her forelegs into the suit as well, before affixing the mask and working her wings into their holes.
  1885.  
  1886. >Spitfire shuffles around, then shoots you a cocky grin.
  1887. >"Fits like a glove. Zip me up?"
  1888. >Mom's spaghetti...
  1889. "Yeah, sure."
  1890. >Taking a deep breath, you slide the zipper up her middle.
  1891. >Every inch you move, the suit seems to hug the mare's frame ever tighter.
  1892. >Making it past the barrel of her body, you pull the zipper up the last few inches, the tuft of hair on her chest tickling at your fingers as it vanishes beneath the fabric.
  1893. >Tucking the zipper into place, you give her chest a gentle pat, which Spitfire takes as her cue.
  1894. >She trots out in front of you and gives a playful wink before dropping her forelegs out in front of her and arching her hind legs back in...
  1895. >Oh damnit.
  1896. "Stop that."
  1897. >"He he, but don't you want to"
  1898. >Spitfire wiggles her flanks.
  1899. >"Come inside?"
  1900. "I'm sure you think you're real clever, and the only Anon who's thought to do that, right?"
  1901. >Rolling her eyes, the mare moves back to you and shrugs.
  1902. >"Worth a shot. But this suit is pretty tight around the haunches."
  1903. >She wiggles her bottom and then looks up at you.
  1904. >"So, I guess you want a BJ, right? I mean, it's the only part of me that's easily accessible right now, and I don't think Twilight would like us destroying her stuff..."
  1905. >Well, she does have a point.
  1906. >A blowjob would be easiest.
  1907. >But also quick.
  1908. >And kind of boring.
  1909. "Uh, I have a better idea."
  1910. >Spitfire raises an eyebrow, and then her voice as you pick her up off the ground like a dog.
  1911. >"Wh-hey! P-put me down, faggot!"
  1912. >You laugh a little, setting the squirmy mare in your lap before placing a hand on her flank.
  1913. >Immediately, Spitfire goes rigid, her breathing stopping for a long moment before she shoots an anxious glance at you out of the corner of her eye.
  1914. >"N-no really, what are you do-"
  1915. >The question dies in her throat as you slide your fingers over her labial lips again.
  1916. >Instead, she shudders and lets out a quiet whimper.
  1917.  
  1918. >Not too interested in giving her another chance to protest, you tug the suit up until it pulls firmly on her pony pussy.
  1919. >The already shaking Spitfire gasps as you then begin scrape your knuckles along the tender flesh so lewdly on display.
  1920. >"F-Faggot!"
  1921. >She finally whimpers in a desperate bid to get you to stop touching her.
  1922. >If anything, it redoubles your efforts, allowing you the chance to admire her pony pussy as it flexes and seems to smack hungrily against the fabric.
  1923. >The quivering mare doesn't put up another round of protest, and instead begins to gasp and pant.
  1924. >At once, you feel a rush of wetness splash against your fingers, though when you pull them away, they're still mostly dry.
  1925. >Instead, the suit seems to be wicking away most of the moisture.
  1926. >Fascinating.
  1927. >Spitfire doesn't seem to think so though, as she's splayed out across you with her tongue lolling out.
  1928. >Her flanks still wiggle lewdly in the air, begging to be touched more.
  1929. >And that's when an idea strikes you.
  1930. >A terrible idea.
  1931. >A wonderful idea.
  1932. >Gently, you begin probing her meaty marehood again, earning a plaintive whimper from Spitfire.
  1933. >"H-hey, c'mon asshole. Don't be like, like th-oh...mm..."
  1934. >Leaning forward, you whisper into her ear.
  1935. "Yeah, I'm really not interested in a quick fuck, to be honest."
  1936. >The mare manages to grunt, but little else, so you continue.
  1937. "See, what I'd really like, is a little mare all of my own."
  1938. >"Ugh, sick."
  1939. >Spitfire grunts, even as she pushes her flank back towards your hand.
  1940. >"Wh-ho would want to be your little mare? Besides, you can't keep humans as pets; it's illegal."
  1941. "Good point."
  1942. >You drag your finger up her gaping gash again, causing her to cry out.
  1943. "I guess the only solution is, to get rid of all those pesky human thoughts."
  1944. >Spitfire stiffens.
  1945.  
  1946. >Slowly, she turns her head and looks back at you.
  1947. >Her eyes are a mixture of amusement, betrayal, and anger.
  1948. >"You, what? Ha, what the fuck, you can't do that..."
  1949. "Maybe."
  1950. >Tugging sharply on her suit causes the already blissed out pegasus' eyes to roll back in her head for a moment.
  1951. "But, it would be interesting to see if it were possible, right?"
  1952. >"Dude, no, see I'm a hum-"
  1953. >Another tug, another gasp.
  1954. "You're a pony. A pretty pony."
  1955. >"Huma-"
  1956. >And so it begins; the great back and forth between two wills.
  1957. >Every time that the mare tries to reclaim what she gave up, you're there to drive the point home that no, she isn't a human.
  1958. >Not anymore.
  1959. >Humans don't walk around on all fours.
  1960. >Humans don't have wings.
  1961. >And so on.
  1962. >For the better part of an hour.
  1963. >Until finally.
  1964. "You're a pretty pegasus."
  1965. >"I-"
  1966. >Spitfire chokes, her tongue lolling out as you tease her yet again with another round of edging.
  1967. >"I'm a pretty pegasus pony."
  1968. "Wonderful."
  1969. >Smiling you quickly take her to orgasm, the mare whimpering in delight as she finally finds sweet release.
  1970. >After several minutes of panting, she glares at you.
  1971. >"F-fucker, when I have Twilight turn back into a pony, I'm going to beat your ass!"
  1972. >It takes a moment, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head.
  1973. >"No, I meant pony not pony. I mean, I'm a pony, not a pon-"
  1974. >A small bit of the fight leaves her eyes as she looks back at you again.
  1975. >"L-look, I don't know what you did, but stop. Okay? You can't..."
  1976. "I did."
  1977. >"Well, okay, fine. You can. But you shouldn't. I mean, I'm, I'm me. I'm not Spitfire. You can't make me be her because she's not re-eeee!"
  1978. >Her body goes rigid as you pull on her uniform again.
  1979. "You're not Spitfire."
  1980. >You admit with a smile.
  1981. "Not yet at least..."
  1982. >The former human flinches as you begin conditioning her yet again...
  1983.  
  1984. >
  1985. >
  1986. >
  1987. >Fifteen hours.
  1988. >Fifteen long, grueling hours.
  1989. >The pile of pony in front of you trembles weakly, wracked by pleasure, and probably hunger and thirst as well.
  1990. >But, too weak even to move, she lies there, her suit thoroughly drenched, whimpering at you.
  1991. >To be honest, you're pretty worn out yourself.
  1992. >The Anon, whoever he was, had proven to be a tough nut to crack.
  1993. >But, he wasn't without his flaws.
  1994. >He wanted to be the little mare, he really did
  1995. >And so, you gave him the chance
  1996. >Rinsed out his mouth
  1997. >Gave him a more accurate history
  1998. >And a few other little fun things to boot.
  1999. >Now, one last chance to see if the important things took.
  2000. "Spitfire."
  2001. >The mare's ears perk up and she turns her head towards your voice.
  2002. "Who are you?"
  2003. >"I-"
  2004. >She chokes, coughs, and begins again.
  2005. >"I'm, I'm Spitfire. Captain of the Wonderbolts."
  2006. "What are you?"
  2007. >"A pegasus pony."
  2008. >She stumbles to her hooves and staggers over to you.
  2009. >Resting her head on your knee, she looks up at you with all the devotion she can muster.
  2010. >"A pretty pegasus pony. Your pretty pegasus pony..."
  2011. "Mine?"
  2012. >She bobs her head twice.
  2013. "And what about before that?"
  2014. >Scrunching up her face, Spitfire sighs.
  2015. >"I, don't really remember. Things get fuzzy. I think I was mad at you, but..."
  2016. >She looks up and frowns.
  2017. >"But I can't remember why."
  2018. >Smiling, you lean down and whisper in her ear.
  2019. "That's okay, I can't remember why we were mad either. So why don't you let go of all those pesky thoughts. Just let them drift away; they're not important anymore."
  2020. >Spitfire looks confused for a moment, but then nods her head.
  2021. >"O-Okay."
  2022. >Reaching down, you ruffle her mane.
  2023. "Good. Now let's go get something to eat, all right?"
  2024. >She brightens and grins.
  2025. >"Yeah?"
  2026. "Yeah. And then I'm going to take you home and fuck you so hard you can't fly straight."
  2027. >The mare in front of you looks so very happy as you get to your feet and lead her out of the room.
  2028. >...You hope Twilight's not going to raise too much of a fuss about this..
  2029.  
  2030. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  2031. "She's in here," said Twilight. "She wants to talk with you before any agreements are made. I'll leave you two alone. Take all the time you need."
  2032. >Uhhm... hello. Wow, this is amazing. You look just like... I mean... you're not the real Cup Cake, right?
  2033. "No, but Twilight told me this body is an exact copy. Voice and all. Until very recently I was as human as you. I'm still getting used to it. She also said you would be interested in me."
  2034. >Yes, I am. I'm surprised you chose Cup Cake's body, but I am very interested.
  2035. "I picked her for a reason. This isn't a glamour pony or a high flying pegasus. This is a body for a wife and mother. I'll be direct with you. If you become my husband, I want to be your brood mare."
  2036. >Brood mare?
  2037. "Yes. That is my deepest desire. I want to be pregnant, have my child and be pregnant again as soon as I can. Over and over. I want as many children as possible, a dozen or more, to raise and love and care for. Twilight believes I can mate with a human, but she isn't sure what the offspring will be. It could be humans or ponies. I might give birth to centaurs for all I know. We can't know until the first one. I'll be your pony wife. I'll cook and clean for you. I don't know how with hooves, but somehow it's possible. I'll learn. You can have sex with me as much as you want. Knock me up as much as you want. I won't mind. I'll adore you for it. But, it will also be a responsibility. They will be your children and your family. And somehow you'll have to earn the bits to provide for them. I know it's a lot to take in. I understand if it is too much. I'm sure you'll want to think about this."
  2038.  
  2039. >One condition. After our first dozen kids we stop and reevaluate. Other than that, your answer is yes.
  2040. "What? Are you sure? Don't you need to think about this?"
  2041. >I know it will be a lot of work. I don't accept this lightly. You said this is your deepest desire. What you just told me is beyond my wildest dreams. There is no way I'm passing you up, no matter how hard I have to work to keep you. I don't know how much formality the other humans and mares have put into this and I know it's not your actual name, but Cup Cake, will you marry me?
  2042. "I... yes! I can't believe this. Yes. I wasn't sure there would be anyone who would accept what I wanted. I'm so lucky."
  2043. >We're both lucky.
  2044.  
  2045. ----
  2046.  
  2047. "You silly humans," Twilight said to herself as she magically observed their conversation. "It's not luck. I've looked long and hard to make the most compatable couples possible. And that hasn't been easy considering some of the strange desires you have. Most mares would run for the hills at the thought of a dozen kids. The real Cup Cake barely manages two. But it will be an interesting study. If you pull it off and you are both happy, it will be even more interesting.
  2048.  
  2049. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  2050. >I'm honored you brought me here Twilight. And surprised. Still not sure this isn't a dream. But as tempting as it is, I can't marry a pony and move to Equestria. I'd love to visit but I can't stay.
  2051. "Actually that makes you perfect. I've checked over your interests and I think you are just what I'm looking for."
  2052. >My interests? I didn't tell you my interests.
  2053. "Trust me. I know. I've been very busy lately and I have found every way possible to save time. An aura read is a lot faster than an interview. But never mind that. Just step in here. I'll let her explain what she has in mind."
  2054. >Her? Her who?
  2055. "Trust me."
  2056.  
  2057. -----
  2058.  
  2059. "Well, howdy there."
  2060. >Cherry Jubilee? You can't be here. You can't be her.
  2061. "I could, but you're right. I'm not. But this body is a perfect copy of hers. If you can believe it, I was as human as you. Twilight chose me and this form was my dream come true. However, I realized I didn't want to get a husband and settle down. I wanted the sex. No marriage. No strings. I was scared Twilight wouldn't understand, but to my surprise she's been very open minded about it. She finds me a 'boyfriend' for a week or two. Maybe a month. Then he goes home and I get another. That's where you come in. You're here, so that must mean you like Cherry Jubilee. Like her a lot. Well, I'm her in every way that counts. And if you are willing I can be yours for as long as you can stay."
  2062.  
  2063.  
  2064. >It seems too good to be true. Like there should be a catch somewhere.
  2065. "Oh, no catch. Just as long as you understand you're not my first and you won't be my last. And one other thing. When I said I was human that's true, but I was a male human. That doesn't even matter to me anymore as long as it doesn't freak you out. If you're willing, to put it crudely, I'm your cum dumpster. Sex me up as much as you can. I want to be used and abused."
  2066. >I'm willing. More than anything I'm willing. But I am curious. It's got to be a lot of trouble to find a human every few weeks. Why not the stallions here?
  2067. "That is a good question. And I gave it a try. You would think with horsecocks and compatable bodies they would work a lot better. The stallions here are simply not as interested in sex as you would expect. Maybe everypony goes into heat once every seven years or something. I don't know. I just know I found a lot more duds than studs. Humans however, we can be randy anytime. With a human mind and a horse pussy, I figured out I would never get satisfaction without a man. And a lot more than one."
  2068. >Why is Twilight doing all this?
  2069. "My guess is she's studying humans and this is her way of doing it. I sometimes wonder if she's watching us. Like being under a big magic microscope. But you know what? I don't care. I hope I've given her something interesting to look at. That's enough talk. You agreed. How long can you stay?"
  2070. >I would say about a week. I can't be away much longer than that.
  2071. "A week is perfect. You may think you're ready, but you haven't experienced a horny mare. A week will be about all you can take."
  2072.  
  2073.  
  2074. >Today's the day.
  2075. "Mmmm. The week went by fast. I don't suppose you have enough in you for one last quickie?"
  2076. >I think last night was my grand finale. You have worn me out.
  2077. "I told you. You held up longer than anyone. I'm going to miss you."
  2078. >Cherry, if I asked you a question, would you give me an honest answer?
  2079. "I'll try."
  2080. >When you said you didn't want a husband, was it really because you didn't want to settle down? Or was it because you were worried that no human could satisfy you? And he would exhaust himself trying?
  2081. "You're sharp. No one has figured that out before. You're right. I wanted to get married when I first arrived, but I realized it would never work."
  2082. >So if I proposed to you, you would turn me down.
  2083. "I would say it was very sweet and that I was honored, but I would say no. It could never be. I've drained you dry in a week. Two weeks you would be crippled. Three weeks you would be dead. I'm too much of a horny mare."
  2084. >Suppose I did have the stamina. Hypothetically. Would you reconsider?
  2085.  
  2086.  
  2087. "There is no point in even asking that. Okay, hypothetically, I might want to. But it can't happen."
  2088. >Humans don't have the endurance. And the stallions don't have the drive. No one can match your human desire and mare body. But what about human desire in a stallion body?
  2089. "That might could work but... oh no. You can't. You're going home."
  2090. >Going home to what? Back in the human world I'd spend every day dreaming about you and half of every night masturbating. I realized this week that what I want is here. And I'll become a pony to keep it.
  2091. "You would do this for me? Think about what you are getting into! Even if you were a stallion, I'm still almost insatiable. Do you know what you would have to do for me every day? You should go. I should go. We can't.... yes I'll marry you, you idiot!"
  2092.  
  2093. ----
  2094.  
  2095. >How do I look?
  2096. "Very handsome. Braeburn was a nice choice."
  2097. >Twilight was also able to boost me a bit. To better keep my mare happy. You know, I never have learned your name.
  2098. "I never learned yours. I've been calling you darling and sugar all week. Maybe it's best. The old us gone with our old selves. Braeburn and Cherry now. I never planned on any of this. I don't know where we should go or what we should do."
  2099. >Twilight is working on where we can go. And I know what we can do.
  2100. "I'm supposed to be the horny one, remember?"
  2101. >Wanna bet?
  2102.  
  2103. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  2104. Octavia, or rather the anon who was using her likeness, shifted nervously as stood in her room, waiting for her "client" to come and escort her for the day to have a fling as it were. She glanced at the mirror to her left, her heart having skipped a beat as she look upon her own figure with fascination and something more, a feeling within her chest, but of what she was uncertain.
  2105.  
  2106. >"Oh goodness, I hope I provide an adequate time... Will I even perform to expectations? Who will choose me? Why? Twilight said that she wished to deviate from usual procedure, thus so allowing me to choose Octavia. But what did she mean by saying it was from a certain client?"
  2107.  
  2108. She sighed, fiddling with the bowtie attached to her neck, only for her limbs to freeze with ice as she spotted a mare approaching her with a confident smile.
  2109.  
  2110.  
  2111. "So you're the lucky mare that got to be chosen for the night. Heard from Twi that you seem pretty nervous, even though you chose Octy of all mares. Guess that means I'l be your 'Gleaning Shield". She said, closing the distance between the two of you until you were only a muzzle away from each other.
  2112.  
  2113. >"Yes, I did choose Octavia. I always liked how she was presented as being refined and an elegant mare, especially since she seemed to know what she was doing. Helps that my general demeanor is similar to how I usually see her. I on the other hand..." You sighed, looking at the ground beneath your hooves as thoughts of the general laziness floated through your head. You were not a bad person by any means, at least not intentionally. Lately however you have found yourself giving poor performance at a job you were hired at as of recent. It was a menial one to be sure, which especially was compounded with the ADHD PI you were saddled with at birth. Didn't help that when compared to everyone else, you seemed to have difficulties that 'normal' employees didn't seem to have.
  2114.  
  2115. You took welding early on as an occupation as a means of revenue, and though you passed a class semester, your performance wasn't particularly outstanding, what with the damned hoods being so pitched black to protect against the blinding lights of fire from the 7018 rods that you used. Didn't help they sticked so much to the bloody metal all the time too.
  2116.  
  2117. Your thoughts drifted to a recent incident where you royally fucked up a recent part of your job repairing a patch of water pipes during maintence.
  2118. Simply put, you botched an attempt to repair a portion of pipeline you were assigned. While it didn't break the bank for the company that you worked for, the fact that the rest of the crew that you worked with were rookies who had few to any major difficulties made you feel like a complete fucktard.
  2119.  
  2120. Right after the job, you were informed that you had been "temporarily suspended" to be retrained in arc welding. Simply put, this was your only chance to earn your good graces with the company itself. Considering they were the only company miles around that needed a worker such as yourself, it was imperative that you didn't botch the 2nd tiem around.
  2121.  
  2122. You did, and found yourself shortly thereafter without any form of job in sight. Long story short, you became depressed, filled with thoughts of impending doom as the due for your apartment rent came in two weeks time. Though the revenue from your parents could hold out for a time, you did not wish to become a dependent wasteful parasite on either them or society. It didn't help that your dad was getting on in his years, with his occupation as a neurologist slowly going down the shitter as the economic prospects for doctors in general went down the drain due to various factors, be them political or otherwise.
  2123.  
  2124. You did NOT want to be that fucking worthless parasite.
  2125.  
  2126. >But that's all I am, aren't I? Am I that desparate for cash to sign up and be turned into a mare? Octavia of all beings no less?
  2127.  
  2128. "-Octavia!"
  2129.  
  2130. You flinched as two somethings wrapped themselves around you. Jolted, a gasp left your muzzle to see that 'Gleaning Shield" was standing there, looking at you with concern.
  2131.  
  2132. "Hey kid, you alright? You spaced out for an actual minute there. Literally. You didn't seem to even notice even after I called your name out a couple times."
  2133.  
  2134. >Did what!? Oh nononono. How the fuck did I not notice? How? No. Don't you dare use her for your own self pity. Nobody likes self pity. I cannot use it. I will not.
  2135.  
  2136. You coughed, clearing your throat as you pinned a smile to your muzzle. Gods, an actual muzzle.
  2137.  
  2138. >Focus! You are here to help this mare as well. Don't forget.
  2139.  
  2140. >"My apologies Ms. Shield, just got lost in thought. My mind was on other things. Just personal matters that you need not worry yourself over."
  2141.  
  2142.  
  2143. If the furrowed brows and frown on Shield was anything to go by, your attempts to sway her attention were ineffective. If anything, her only intensified.
  2144.  
  2145. >C'mon. Calm yourself Anon. Maybe she will drop the subject.
  2146.  
  2147. "Kid, I know bullshit when I see it. I know when a person is feeling down on themselves and attempting to hide it even more. A person doesn't just become mute to the outside world to the point that you were at. I've NEVER seen anyone become like that except on journalistic documents.
  2148.  
  2149. >... Bloody Hell.
  2150.  
  2151. You straightened your posture and stepped away from the Anon Shield pony, fixing her with a glare.
  2152.  
  2153. >"Perhaps Ms. Shield. But I believe that my personal matter are none of ANY your concern unless I deem it so. I apologies for being gruff and uncouth, but I honestly doubt you will care for my own problems after we are done with each other on this day and event. I am here simply because Princess Sparkle agreed to help pay for my current debts for the time being. Nothing more.
  2154.  
  2155.  
  2156. "... You are becoming awfully defensive there Octy."
  2157.  
  2158. >Why, I never-
  2159.  
  2160. "Not to mention, you have tears pouring down your eyes."
  2161.  
  2162. .... Shit. You did have them pouring. But why? Were you this much of a foal, no fool! A fool to leave your emotions out wide? Was it because you were a mare? Gods, why? You must not be a burden to others, you must not! Especially not to this other anon, this oh so lovely anon who-...
  2163.  
  2164. You squeaked. Oh gods, she's hugging you. You couldn't help but gasp as she moved your body to lay against her, cupping your head in such a way that you could not avoid her piercing eyes, with nothing short of empathy written on her face. You couldn't help but moan as one of her hooves rubbed your back. Why were you so sensitive!?
  2165.  
  2166. >Oh gods, why does that feel so good? No! Focus! You cannot let he-him get to you Anon! You ha-
  2167.  
  2168. That was when your eyes shot wide as your muzzle was ravaged by her tongue, You let out a moan as her large vessel danced inside her own, triggering some sort of pleasure receptor that you did not know existed, at least on ponies. It was short, leaving swiftly as it came. But you were already a puddle in her hooves Worse, you did not know why, but you began to feel a pang of affection for this mare who you have only met for only a span of ten minutes, and already she was manipulating you. But why? Were you this susceptible to being... No, you were not that. You were better than that, right?
  2169.  
  2170. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  2171. "Excuse me."
  2172. >Wow, another Cheerilee. Twilight didn't tell me she already had someone else with this body.
  2173. "Twilight isn't here now is she?"
  2174. >No, she's checking on some others. I don't think she'll be back for a while.
  2175. "I see. Would you come with me please? I want to talk with you."
  2176. >You mean outside? What if someone sees us, two Cheerilees together?
  2177. "Don't worry. I know a private spot where we can talk and nopony will know."
  2178. ----
  2179. >Slow down a little more. You must have been changed before me. I'm still getting used to these legs. Where are going anyway?
  2180. "Right here."
  2181. >Good. Finally. It's very pretty. Stream. Trees. It's beautiful. But why did you want to talk to me here? How did you even find this place?
  2182. "I found it long ago when I was a filly. I'm the real Cheerilee. You're wearing my body and I want to know why."
  2183.  
  2184. >Are you serious? Oh yes you are. I thought Twilight was keeping this a secret.
  2185. "She is. I had to talk to Twilight late one evening. I passed Spike. He said she was working on some research and nopony was allowed to disurb her, not even him. But I only needed to talk to her for a few minutes. Her lab door was locked but by accident she must not have completely closed it. I was curious, so I peeked in. At first I was scared it was changelings. Then I was worried Twilight was making monsters. I finally decided whatever she was doing wasn't a danger, but I couldn't figure it out. So I used an old trick of using tape to keep the door from latching. And whenever possible I have been sneaking back in. I know she's making copies of ponies. Then I watched her make one of me. Tell me. What are you? Why are you me?"
  2186. >Please, I don't mean any harm. I'm a human. We are from another dimension. Sort of like minotaurs but less bullish. Some of us don't want to be human anymore. We want to be ponies. And others do want to stay human but still want to live here with a pony mate. Twilight has been arranging all of this. I don't know why she's doing it, but I'm grateful. I was one of those she picked and I chose your body. I think you're pretty. And sweet. And have a lovely voice. Twilight is going to match me up with a human that likes the way I am now. We are going to settle somewhere far from Ponyville. You'll never see me again.
  2187.  
  2188. "I think I sort of understand. I suppose I should be flattered you wanted to look like me. Why do you want to become a pony?"
  2189. >Have you ever dreamed of being something different? A pegasus in the clouds or a griffon perhaps? This may be a normal world to you but to me it's magical. So inviting. A dream come true. I couldn't let this go by.
  2190. "That I understand. I had a lot of dreams when I was younger. I was going to be an actress. I was going to be a star. I was going to shake my... well, never mind. This 'human' you are going to be with. Will he be nice?"
  2191. >Supposed to be. Twilight has been filtering out any bad ones.
  2192. "You wanted to be me. Would you consider trading?"
  2193. >I don't understand.
  2194. "We trade our lives. You stay here in Ponyville as me. I pretend to be you and leave."
  2195. >Why would you want to do that?
  2196. "My life in this town is nice, but safe and dull."
  2197. >What about Big Mac?
  2198. "Also safe and dull. But it all would be new to you. And I would get to live far away with an exotic new lover. Finally the excitement I used to think my life would be."
  2199. >But I can't be a teacher. I don't know the subjects of this world.
  2200. "You think I do? I was a terrible student. It's all in the textbooks. I just repeat it. And trust me, my students are dumb. Act confident, smile and fake it. I've done it for years. Listen, I'll write you in six months. If either one of us isn't happy, we'll switch back. Nopony will know."
  2201. >How will you know my address? Oh right. Sorry. I wasn't thinking. The chance to be you in Ponyville? Yes, I'll do it!
  2202. "Wonderful. We better get back before Twilight. I mean, I better get back."
  2203. >Wait! I'm lost! You gotta show me where I live!
  2204.  
  2205. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  2206. “Fuuuu…”
  2207. >Femanon groaned as her eyes fluttered open
  2208. >There was a sharp and steady pain running the length of her spine
  2209. >The sensation was comparable to what one might imagine having your torso squished in a trash compactor would feel like
  2210. >Clenching her eyes shut, Femanon contorted herself backwards and stretched out her limbs
  2211. >Exhaling deeply and rolling her shoulders, Femanon’s eyes slowly adjusted to the room’s lighting
  2212.  
  2213. >What lay before her was not her old apartment, but a small 10ft x 10ft bedroom
  2214. >Completely void of anything besides a small door to her left and the large queen sized bed she was laying on, her mind began to race
  2215. “Where th-?!“
  2216. >That was most certainly not her voice. It was much too… deep?
  2217. >Looking down at herself, Femanon’s once skimpy long arms were now short hooved forelegs
  2218. >Her sharp human nose was now a chunky muzzle
  2219. >Where once there was smooth skin there is now a thick coat of red fur
  2220. >Whirling around to see her backside, a large green apple was emblazoned on her plot
  2221. >That trippy dream with Twilight last night is starting to feel a little more vivid
  2222. “I-I’m Big Mac…”
  2223. >A chill went down her spin
  2224. >This is so fucking weird
  2225. >More importantly, what the fuck find of weird faggot has she been matched with?
  2226. >Did she get matched with another Femanon? That would be awkward. Is she going to be doing anal with some neckbeard?
  2227. >Things seemed much less risky when Twilight explained it last night
  2228. >Become pone, get a quick fuck, go home
  2229. >Being the one on the giving end hadn’t really cross her mind
  2230.  
  2231. >Now laying on her back, it was about time for her to check on “the goods”
  2232. >It was strange enough looking down her chest without two blobs of flesh in the way, but the large black sac between her legs was quite frightening
  2233. “Well shit. That’s new”
  2234. >Taking a few seconds just to marvel at its grotesque form, she slowly reached a hoof down and gave it a sharp prod
  2235.  
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