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Untitled Mothpony TF

By PTFG
Created: 23rd December 2020 07:46:03 AM
PTFG Transformation NSFW Mothpony OC

  1. [Originally at https://pastebin.com/yhEzF2Sp, unknown author]
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  3. From the corner of my eye, I saw the bar door open, and a little white and yellow stallion walk though. He looked around the bar until he saw me, and then he walked over and took a seat next to me. There was a certain movement to him, like how he shuffled with his legs close together, as if to hide something from the ponies around him. I had a hunch what it was, but I needed to be sure.
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  5.     “So, did you make it?” I asked. He nodded and opened his legs, revealing a 12” rock hard trembling stallion cock erect and pinned up against his frame.
  6.    
  7. “Yeah, but it wasn’t easy.” He said. “7 days without coitus, masturbation, wet dreams, or any other type of orgasm, which is about 6 days longer than my previous record.”
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  9. I smirked. I wasn’t the only human in equestria, but I was the only female in Dust Valley, a town inhabited by some sort of moth-pony hybrid. The moth across from me was Virgo, a real ladies’ stallion. Ever since I had met him, he had been trying trying to get me in bed with him. But after a while of me ignoring his flirtations and bad pick-up lines, he got frustrated and perhaps a bit desperate. Eventually, he asked in verbatim,”what it would take for me to fuck him.” I thought about it for a little bit, and decided to make a game of it. If the hyper-sexual stallion could resist his urges for a week, I’d go to bed with him.
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  11. He agreed immediately.
  12.  
  13. And that led to now, 7 days later. It was clear that he was absolutely struggling to avoid creaming himself unintentionally by this point. I reached out and grasped his testicles. They felt firm and full. A small squeeze elicited a whimper from the horny stallion, and a clear drop of pre to expand from the tip of his cock before slowly rolling down the side of his length. He was ready to pop and I was going to be the one squeezing. This was hardly the place to do so, however, and I released my hands from him.
  14.  
  15. “Alright, let’s go.” I say, licking my lips. Getting up, I leave a few bits on my table for my drinks and exit the bar, Virgo shuffling behind me.
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  17. ~~~
  18.  
  19. Ten minutes later, and I’m at his house. For the most part, his house is in complete disarray. The only room that’s not a mess is his bedroom, which is pretty obvious he only cleaned for this occasion. I sit the moth pony on the bed and spread his legs apart, once again revealing his raging erection.
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  21. “S-So, how do you want to do it?” He shakily asks. It’s impossible to tell if his stutter is from anxiety, or pent up sexual frustration.
  22.  
  23. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.” I say as I lean over him and rest my lips on his trembling cock.
  24.  
  25. “Mmmff!” he moans.
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  27. I slowly Bring my mouth down on his length, the stallion is so thick it’s almost like trying to deepthroat a soda can! I get as far as his medial ring before I can’t go down any further, and from there I start bobbing up and down along his length. His legs twitch erratically, and his hips rhythmically move forwards and backwards on their own in time with my bobs. My tongue slides up and down the underside of his head.He can’t help but moan in pleasure constantly, and I can tell it won’t be longer before he loses whatever restraints he has left. Fortunately, I have a way of drawing out the act, and I slowly slide myself off his dick, leaving a string of half-saliva half-percum connecting us.
  28.  
  29. “W-Why did you stop?!” He demands.
  30.  
  31. “Do you know what time it is?” I ask coyly.
  32.  
  33. “Yeah, it’s time for you to fuck me! We had a deal!”
  34.  
  35. “Mhm. Yes we did. Which is why I want you to tell me what time it is.”
  36.  
  37. “Rggg, gah!” he mumbles angrily, before turning his head to look at the clock on the wall. “It’s... 11:57?!”
  38.  
  39. ‘Perfect,’ I thought to myself. I had timed it perfectly. You know what that means, don’t you? You still haven’t completed your side of the bet.”
  40.  
  41. “W-What?! But you were just fucking me!”
  42.  
  43. “Nah. That was just the preshow. The real thing has yet to come, but only if you make it another... two minutes.”
  44.  
  45. “You bitch!” he screams, clutching his throbbing penis.
  46.  
  47. “Oh come on now, I’m sure you can last another measly two minutes,” I say seductively, wetting my index finger in my mouth before running it around in circles on the head of his dick. He moans quietly, no doubt trying to suppress the dominating desire to cum. I slowly take my free hand and put it just above his ponut onto his prostate, slowly adding a little pressure.
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  49. “P-Please!” he says, squirming on the bed.
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  51. “Just one more minute,” I whisper to him, talking my finger off his head and begin sliding it up and down the underside of his length. His balls must be throbbing by now, absolutely desperate to unleash their pent up seed. Pre is already constantly dripping out of the dick and rolling down it’s sides, perfectly lubricating the rock hard appendage. Virgo screams, and I see his head begin to flare despite him trying everything to hold himself back.
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  53. The clock strikes midnight, and I bring my head down onto his length right as he explodes. Wave after wave of surprisingly sweet moth pony cum fills my mouth, so much so that I have a hard time swallowing all of it in time with his spurts, and some leaks out of my mouth. After about 30 seconds of swallowing stallion seed, my lungs begin to burn and I pull off of him, letting his dick flop lifelessly onto his stomach. There’s even a little cum still bubbling out of it.
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  55. Virgo collapses onto his back, panting. I decide to catch my breath before I do anything else as well. It suddenly hits me how much cum I just drank, my stomach feels considerably heavier. Looking down at Virgo’s balls, I can see they’ve gotten much smaller. They’re still bigger than they usually are, however. It seems that orgasm— as powerful as it was —wasn’t enough to completely drain him. No matter though, it seems that the combined effort from holding back for so long, and the overwhelming sensations from the orgasm have left him completely exhausted to the point where he’s already asleep.
  56.  
  57. Now that I think about it, I’m pretty tired myself. I pull the cover over both of us, and turn out the lights. I can finish him off tomorrow.
  58.  
  59. ~~~
  60.  
  61. I’m standing in a golden field of wheat. Above me is a crystal clear blue sky without a cloud in the world. There are some trees with a hammock between them off in the distance. I think I’ll go see what’s there.
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  63. The walk is calm and peaceful. As I get there, I can see Virgo is laying on the hammock, not giving a care to the world. He opens his eyes and smiles, acknowledging my presence but not doing anything about it. I take my hand and rest it on the patch of extra thick and fluffy fur on his chest and play with it a little, before moving my hand down his body. I caress his muscular curves and well toned body, I can’t believe I never noticed how well built he was until now.
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  65. I kind of want to just pounce on him and bury my face in his floof, and let him hold me as I lay on top and swing in the hammock with him. I get up onto the hammock and run my fingers through his fur and across his wings, a slight dusty smell emerging from them. The scene is so calm, so tranquil, I could just lay here forever...
  66.  
  67. I lean down to get another whiff of his essence, and smell... Honey?
  68.  
  69. ~~~
  70. I blink my eyes open. I’m in bed, it’s morning, and there’s the faint smell of honey in the air. I look to my side and see the empty bed. Virgo must be making breakfast. I get up and stretch. I can’t wait to go into the kitchen and see what Virgo is making, for some reason I have a really strong craving for honey. But that can wait for now. First and foremost; I need a shower.
  71.  
  72. After dropping my clothes to the floor and setting the shower to a nice hot temperature, I jump in and let the water flow over me. The steam from the shower fills the air, fogging up the mirrors and blurring my reflection. I look around the shower. Virgo has a surprisingly large amount of hair products. I pick one up at random and squeeze a healthy amount of gunk into my palm before thoroughly rubbing it into my hair. Suds roll down my body, following each and every curve.
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  74. Once my hair is washed, I grab some soap and begin to lather my body. My face is the first to get clean, then my chest and underneath my breasts. I lather them up, and then squeeze them lightly, enjoying the sensation that it gives me. So much so that I can’t help but give out a little moan at the increased pressure. Subconsciously, my other hand begins to drift downwards, towards my crotch. As the hot steamy water washes over me, my southern hand begins to twirl a soaking wet tuff of hair above my genitals. At first this strikes me as odd because I usually make sure to shave down there, but then I remember that pubic hair isn’t all that uncommon. After I’m done doing that, I reach farther down and begin to fondle my labia and clitorus, the hot water entering me for a moment before spilling out. “This is heaven,” I think to myself.
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  76. Images are flooding my mind. Images of last night with Virgo, and the dream I had. I can just imagine doing it again, only this time he would be the one on top. I want him to ride me, to fill me with his seed until I’m overflowing. I want him. I want him so much, with every fibre of my body.
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  78. As I think of my fantasies, the sensations begin to change. The outer lip of my labia becomes thicker and smoother, my clit becomes larger, and my legs begin to tremble. I look down to see what’s happening, but for some reason I just can’t view it from this angle. That’s not stopping my hands from working myself, however, and I keep rubbing my clit throughout the strange feels. The tuft of hair on my crotch has grown longer as well, tickling my hand as I rub myself. Suddenly, a pressure makes itself known on my tailbone; it feels like there’s something trapped inside that can’t get out. And yet, despite all of this, the feeling is exhilarating. It’s nearly impossible to describe, it’s like my whole body has an energy to it that wants to grow and change. I keep rubbing myself, I can feel myself approaching something. It’s not an orgasm, I’m still too far away from that. It’s not helped by the fact that the pressure in my back has gotten almost painfully
  79.  strong.
  80.  
  81. Suddenly, I double over. Not in pain or agony, but in pleasure. The pressure in my backside explodes outwards and I feel something heavy poke out of me. At the same time, something in my vagina clenches hard, and I scream with pure unrestrained euphoria. I’m forced to my knees as my vagina throbs violently, constantly with the unbelievably amazing feeling clenching motion, sending wave after wave of cum into the shower and down the drain.
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  83. I do that for a few moments, until finally the capacitor is empty, and my body has no more to give, causing me to fall onto my back in my afterglow. Despite the hazy feelings in my head, it’s easy to tell that I’m laying on something furry and wet.
  84.  
  85. Furry and wet.
  86.  
  87. I pause for a moment, letting the shower water spray over me. ‘What in equestria...?’ I think to myself, slowly getting up off the bathroom floor and turning around. What I see almost makes me fall over again.
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  89. I have a tail. Not just any tail, like a monkey’s tail or a dog’s tail, but a pony’s tail, attached to a tail dock that’s now poking out of my back. ’So that’s what the pressure was,’ I realise. ‘Neat.’ It’s a long yellow tail, reaching all the way down to the bottom of the shower. After thinking about it for a bit, I try to move the muscles in my new tail dock. It takes quite of effort, and a lot of experimentation, but I can see my new tail swish slowly side to side. Whether that’s because the muscles have never been used before, or because my tail is completely soaked and heavy with water, I didn’t know. I suppose it was some combination of the two.
  90.  
  91. Wait.
  92.  
  93. I slap myself in the face. ‘Dammit, you just grew a tail, something is probably wrong with your vagina, and all you can think is “neat?” I berate myself. ‘This isn’t normal at all!’
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  95. ‘Then why does it feel normal?’ I answer myself. It’s weird. One part of me is freaking out about this, but the rest of me is telling myself it’s fine and that it feels natural. That it’s SUPPOSED to be like that. And slowly enough, I can feel that part of my mind that thinks this is normal is winning. No. This is BETTER than normal. This makes me feel like every motion I do is a push in the right direction, towards some unknown nirvana. I swoosh my tail from side to side, spraying water everywhere. ‘Yeah, I could get used to this.’ I muse.
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  97. That just leaves my crotch I need to inspect. The once small patch of fluff has grown much larger, and I have to part it just to see my genitals. It doesn’t even feel like pubic hair, just soft, fluffy fur, albeit soaking wet. Upon closer inspection, I can see that my once pretty pink pussy has been replaced by something much more... bestial. My soft pink folds have turned into dark, grey, smooth round edges. My new vulva itself stretches from the front of my body around my underside too, making it much larger than what it once was. My cliterous has grown in size too, becoming large enough to poke outside of the vulva. The hot steamy water running down by body and around it feels invigorating. And despite me having just had an orgasm a few minutes more, it hungers for stimulation, brought on by a fiery heat burning deep from inside.
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  99. And it throbs. It throbs for release again. It wants to do that clenching motion it did before. That near orgasmic clench. I focus for a second, and try to zero in on where the feeling took place. It’s right under my vulva. I try clenching the muscles in the area, but I’m met with no response. I try again, harder, and still get nothing. I try again and again, desperate to repeat the action that threw me into such a deep pleasure. Still nothing happens.
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  101. I take a breath. ‘Think, think! Retrace your steps, what are you doing differently? Let's see. First I started fondling myself. Then I started rubbing myself, and then I thought of Virgo...’
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  103. ‘Virgo...’ My mind wanders. ‘His fat stallion cock, ramming itself up my pussy, until his tip explodes with seed and floods my womb. All while I hold his member there with my vice-like vaginal grip, milking him for everything he’s worth until—’
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  105. The clench comes back, stronger this time. It sends shivers up my spine that make my bones pop and skin stretch. My body twists and turns with each convulsion, slowly approaching a new desired shape. The winking clench itself is unholy, providing almost the same pleasure as an orgasm, but multiple times within a few seconds. The pleasure is so strong I have another orgasm after only a few winks, once again rocketing my body with endorphins and making me spurt violently onto the shower floor, until finally I collapse on my back again.
  106.  
  107. The feeling is near indescribable. I feel like I could just do that all day; fantasize about Virgo and wink until I have an orgasm. I feel like I SHOULD do that all day. But I’ve been in the shower for so long, all the hot water has run out, and I’m now being sprayed with cold water. The cold water calms the raging fires in my body, enough that I can think clearly again. As much as I’d like to stay and orgasm all day, I have more important matters on my mind.
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  109. ‘Like how I can’t fuck Virgo when he’s in the kitchen and I’m in the shower...’
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  111.  After I’m finished rinsing off the rest of my body, I turn off the water, step out of the shower, and grab a towel. The room is still nice and hot and steamy. I grab a towel off the towel rack, and begin to dry off. As I wrap the towel around my head, suddenly the room collapses around me, making me yelp. A massive wave of claustrophobia overcomes me, and I scramble to remove the towel from my head. I finally do, and the claustrophobia disappears immediately. I rub the towel in the mirror to clear up the fog and look into it. Sprouting from my head are two moth-like antennae.
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  113. ‘Feelers,’ I realise, gently prodding them with my hands. I winch and twitch at my own jabs. They aren’t the only thing that’s changed for me, my eyes have turned blue and are now hexagonal, and the bangs of my hair are now colored brown. I blink a few times. Despite my eyes changing shape, my vision is the same as like when I woke up.
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  115. My tail is swooshing uncontrollably. ‘What am I going to do about it?’ I think. ‘I can’t just let Virgo see that I’ve grown a tail, it’s too weird!’ After thinking about it for a bit, I realise my hair's still wet enough that I can slide my feelers down against my scalp and hold them there. Then I dry off my tail as much as I can, and put my pants back on, letting it slide down one of my pant legs. That conceals most of my changes. My blue hexagonal eyes are the only things still visible. Hopefully they aren’t too noticeable.
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  117. I open the door, and am overcome with the intense smell and desire for honey. Maybe it was because I had two new appendages that could detect things, or maybe Virgo used a fuckload of honey, but the smell was definitely stronger than when I had woken up. The desire and craving is so strong, I can feel my mouth water and pussy start to drip. I make a mad dash to the kitchen. I needed that honey.
  118.  
  119. I make a mad dash for the kitchen, overcome with my craving. I stop just short of the table, and watch in silent horror as Virgo spreads the last of the honey onto a piece of toast, and then brings it up towards his mouth.
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  121. “No!” I scream, lunging forwards. I can’t take it, I have to have that honey! I pounce on top of him and bite the toast out of the air. My bones shake and my body quivers as I give into my desire and shove the honeyed toast into my mouth. After I finish chewing and swallowing, I lick my fingers and make a dash to the almost empty honey jar, and lick the insides with my tongue. It’s weird, I can’t ever remember having such a fondness for honey, but now that I have some, it’s like catnip to me. And the more I devour, the more I feel my body change. I feel the heat in my crotch erupt again, flowing all over my midsection and down my legs. My moans of pleasure are muffled by the honey jar.
  122.  
  123. But alas, the honey doesn’t last forever, and when I’m sure the jar is completely empty, I set it down with a heavy sigh. And yet... I can still feel it. With a sense of smell accuracy I’ve never know before, I can still smell honey in the room, but where...? I look down to the source. Virgo. I can still smell it on his breath. Losing control of myself, I jump down and pick up up, bringing him into a passionate deep kiss. He’s already swallowed his food, but I can taste it on his breath. I grab and squeeze him, feeling his lungs pump delicious honey scented air into my body. The kiss sets me on fire, and my entire body’s temperature begins climbing. So much so that after a few moments of kissing, I’m forced to break the kiss and pant as I furiously try to cool my internal temperature.
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  125. It’s so hot in here. Why is it so hot in here?? I desperately try to take off my shirt, but it’s so hard to think straight. I quickly reach for his glass of water and pour it onto my forehead, the cool refreshing drops of water rolling down the side of my head and into my chest. It helps a lot, but it’s not enough. There’s the driving force inside of me that I can’t contain any longer. I _need_ Virgo to pleasure me.
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  127. The sound of fabric ripping fills the air as I feel my legs grow bigger and stronger. Covered in fur, I can see my hips have transformed to be totally equine, but everything from my knees and below are still human. My pants are reduced to shreds as my growing rear expands past their capacity to stretch. Only my panties have remained intact.
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  129. I lunge forwards on top of him, pinning him down and spreading his legs apart. I look down at his face and I see him smiling back at me. No, _grinning_. He knows what’s going on, and I regain control of myself just long enough to ask the question.
  130.  
  131. “What the hell did you do to me?!” I shout at him.
  132.  
  133. He chuckles. “You think it’s funny to tease a stallion like me? I thought I’d show you what a real desperate mare in heat feels like. The night before, I drank a potion that will turn you into a mare. And do you know what the method of administration to you was?”
  134.  
  135. “W-What??” I bark.
  136.  
  137. “My pent up cum!” he shouts as he wraps his hooves around me and pulls me onto his rapidly expanding length. “
  138.  
  139. I shout in pleasure as he penetrates me. I realise that with my new mare parts, comes a new virginity being broken I can experience all over again. And with every overwhelming tease, and every pulse of sexual energy, I can feel the potion growing in strength and influence. My toes become numb and harden into hooves as I feel the rest of my legs become equine. At this point, I realise I am 50 percent human, 50 percent pony, and 100 percent horny and overwhelmed with the desire to fuck.
  140.  
  141. Part of my mind struggles. It all make sense now. On one hand— or rather —soon to be hoof, with ever cave into my carnal desires,  I change more. But at the same time, is changing really so bad? I’ve never had better orgasms in my life. And part of me is screaming at me to have more. I so badly want to give up my humanity and just rut with reckless abandon, to be filled with something as it shoots into me and makes me bear foals. I just— I just— I just can’t take it anymore!~
  142.  
  143. I scream and plow myself back into him, feeling his big thick meaty horsecock fill the entirety of my womb. Electric sensations rocket up my spine, absolutely taking control like nothing else before. If no one else knew before, half of the village was alerted to my screams of ecstasy.
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  145. I lay there, still penetrated by his throbbing length for over a minute, huffing and panting. It’s only after his erection goes down that he finally pulls out, excess cum pouring out of my vagina and onto the floor, creating a mess. In the deep recesses of my mind, I remember the word “kenjataimu,’ a Japonese word that describes the post-orgasm clearheadedness. I look down and notice that my hands and forearm are gone, replaced by hooves. My face feels different as well. I can see a short snoot in the middle of the face between my eyes, and a thin fur coat covering my entire body I estimate that I am now at least 80% mare. I realise that if I have another moment like that where I lose control again, I’ll complete the transformation.
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  147. The urges are rapidly becoming stronger and more rapid. If I want to stop, I’ll have to do it now. But. Do I even want to stop? This is the most sexual excitement I’ve had in... ever. How can something that feels so right be wrong? I shake my head before the thoughts have a chance to manifest. I have to stop this before it completely takes over my head.
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  149. I try to take a step back and immediately collapse on the floor. “Stupid hooves,” I mutter as I try to stand on them and regain my balance, only to collapse with my legs apart again. I try for a third time, when I’m suddenly hoisted up by Virgo. What does he think he’s doing? I can handle this myself.
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  151. “I didn’t need your help,” I say, turning away and blushing. Standing is still pretty awkward since my shoulders and chest are still human, but enough of my joints are equine that it doesn’t really feel like I’m bending over. I try to take a step forwards, and almost fall again, but Virgo grabs me.
  152.  
  153. I involuntarily scrunch my muzzle at him.
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  155. “Change me back,” I demand.
  156.  
  157. “Why?” he asks. “Don’t you like being a mare?” He swishes his tail into my mare parts.
  158.  
  159. I shiver and confront him. “Because, I’m a mare, not a huma— I mean I’m a human, not a mare!”
  160.  
  161. “Even your subconscious wants it,” he says, walking around me and putting a hoof to my chest.
  162.  
  163. Flustered, I step back and fall onto my haunches. I was NOT going to let Virgo get the better of me.
  164.  
  165. “N-No! You don’t know that!”
  166.  
  167. “How about we put it to the test then?”
  168.  
  169. “How?” I ask.
  170.  
  171. “We have a contest. If you can successfully contain your carnal desires longer than I can, then I’ll change you back into a human.”
  172.  
  173. “But that’s not fair. The potion acts like an aphrodisiac, you’ve already got a severe handicap.”
  174.  
  175. “Hmm,” he mumbles, putting a hoof to his mouth. “Then I’ll just take one myself,” he says, walking over to his kitchen cabinets.
  176.  
  177. I try to follow, and awkwardly stumble behind him, having to manually move each hoof individually. He opens a cabinet door and pulls out a drawer full of various vials and bottles. He removes one with a male and female symbol intertwined as the label, and sets that aside his orange juice.
  178.  
  179. “So, are we in agreement?” he asks.
  180.  
  181. I pause for a moment. “Wait. What do you get if you win?”
  182.  
  183. “I get to fuck you.” He says, fluttering his eyebrows.
  184.  
  185. I think it over for a second. This might be my only opportunity to change back. “Alright, deal.”
  186.  
  187. He nods and removes the cap on the bottle, a thick musky aroma begins to permeate the room that instantly wets my nethers. I feel a chill creep into my body, and I have to shake my head to remain in control. It figures that Virgo would have something like that in his home. I can’t help but wonder if something like that is even legal. He pours some liquid into his remaining orange juice, stirs it around by rocking his drink, then downs it in a single swig. He puts the cap back on the bottle, and returns it to it’s home.
  188.  
  189. The game had begun.
  190.  
  191. Virgo guides me into the living room, a swagger in his step. He takes a seat on the couch, and I take a seat on the chair across from him, sitting on my tail.
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  193.  Virgo is laying on his back, which of course gives me a pretty good view of his member, the head just poking out of his sheathe. I feel an urge deep down, and immediately try to suppress it. Celestia damn him, he’s trying to provoke me. I realise that if I want any chance of winning, I’m going to have to play by his rules. I get up off my tail and lean backwards, showing him the goods. Virgo takes notice of this, and I see him gain a few inches.
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  195. The urge suddenly multiplies itself, and I wink involuntarily, creating a small puddle of my juices on the cushion below me. I can’t help but let out a small moan. If the urge before was a like a small smudge on an otherwise flawless painting, it was not like somepony had carelessly leaned against it with their hooves while it was drying. Not unforgivable, maybe, but it was there even if you weren’t looking for it. But with each convulsion my marehood made, it made Virgo’s penis extend even more, which only further amplified my lust.
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  197. After about 20 minutes, Virgo reaches full mast, and I can’t help but stare at his long, twitching, member. The smudge on the painting was like somepony had knocked over a can of paint onto it now. It was impossible to ignore.
  198.  
  199. ‘I need to— I just need to touch it. Just one touch, and I’ll go back to my spot.’ I think as I get off my thoroughly soaked spot, and walk over to his couch.
  200.  
  201. “Well now, come to give up?” he says cockily.
  202.  
  203. “In your dreams,” I say. “This isn’t over until one of us cums. Which is why I hope you don’t mind if I do this~” I coo, extending one hoof over and rubbing it down the underside of his cock.
  204.  
  205. “Y-You bitch!” he moans, biting his lip.
  206.  
  207. “All is fair in love and war, and this is both.”
  208.  
  209. I lean over and get a whiff of his overpowering musk. The scent is so strong it makes me start trembling. I want it. I need it. I need it deep inside me, filling me with so much seed that I’m overflowing. I want to bear his foals, I want to be bread with him, I want him to mount me. It’s all I can think of as I stroke his penis, desperate to make him cum before I do.
  210.  
  211. ‘Come on, you’re stronger than this.’ I try to tell myself, even though everything speaks to the contrary.
  212.  
  213. I crawl on top of him, gliding the open lips of my vagina over the tip of his head. It’s so good, it takes every last bit of self control I have to stop myself from slamming down onto him. I glide back and forth, slowing down as his head travels across my clitorus. I wink and send a spray of fluids down onto his soaking member. His head flares, and I watch him tremble as he bites his lip and try to hold back the massive load his poor testicles are no doubt churning out. I make a misstep with my hoof, and accidentally slide a few inches down onto him. I freeze, but it’s not enough to stop the loud and pleasure-filled moan from coming out of my mouth. This is more than my poor brain can handle, and I slowly begin rocking on him. I can only hope my resolve is crumbling slower than his orgasm.
  214.  
  215. Unable to hold myself back and longer, I slide myself onto his full length, and slowly start to hump him.
  216.  
  217. “You know” Virgo says in between breaths. “There’s one thing I never told you about the potion.”
  218.  
  219. “W-What?” I ask, feeling myself on the verge of sexual collapse.
  220.  
  221. “It doesn’t act as an aphrodisiac,” he says with a grin. “All these feelings you’ve been experiencing? They’re all you.”
  222.  
  223. Somehow, I knew he was right. This had been a craving I had since before I can remember. I want to be the little mare. I want to experience these feelings over and over again for the rest of my life. On the edge of sexual climax, I plunge down, and give up the rest of my humanity.
  224.  
  225. His seed rocks my womb as I feel him cum deep inside me, a hot steaming load of cum that fills every last nook and cranny of my space and permeates my soul. The hot gooey rush of pleasure causes me to explode, sending out wave after wave of hot sticky marecum to mix with his seed.
  226.  
  227. My body shivers and tingles, the explosive climax permeating every last object of my being. I feel my ribs crack and break as they move around in my chest, signaling that the final stage of the transformation was at hand. My big succulent breasts retreated into my body with a hot flare, moving down my underside until they re-emerged just before my pussy as my new teats. My shoulders trembled and slowly slid forwards. I feel a sudden and great pressure on my back, a pressure that’s growing and growing until it finally erupts, and four massive wings emerge from my back, two small golden ones, and two brown ones, causing me to cum and send another wave of hot sticky mare liquids down my womb. I feel hot, unbearably hot around my chest, and after just a moment, a giant dark-grey wreath of fur erupts around my neck and down my chest. My head feels light as the euphoric sensations rock my body to the core, completely and totally enveloping everything that I am and setting a new definition of sexual pleasure.
  228.  
  229. I remain there for Celestia knows how long, panting and wriggling around in the pinnacle of nirvana as my body rearranges itself for the last time. Finally, The feelings leave me, and I collapse onto Virgo. and the absolute mess that surrounds his crotch.
  230.  
  231. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you orgasm,” Virgo says.
  232.  
  233. I bury my face into my hooves, blushing profusely. “S-Shut up!”

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