How I learned to stop worrying and love being the sluttymare


                                            [Originally at https://pastebin.com/TZpjvRU8, story by https://pastebin.com/u/CropTool ]


                                            >Wake up

                                            >Check the mail

                                            >There's a package, which is strange because the stuff I ordered off amazon isn't supposed to be here for a few more days

                                            >Open it

                                            >What the fuck?

                                            >It's a well made plush of the OC I made to shitpost on /mlp/

                                            "This is fucked up, I just moved, who even has my address?"

                                            >In the box there's a card with a few words

                                            >"Keep it up, we'll be seeing you soon"

                                            >Well, that's not ominous as hell or anything

                                            >It's decently sized, it's fairly accurate and it's actually pretty cuddly

                                            >Leave it on the desk and get ready for work


                                            >Get off work, stop by the store to pick up something to make for dinner

                                            >Decide to try something different, pick up some vegetables and stuff to make a salad

                                            >Watch some TV, eat some dinner, drink some wine, go to bed

                                            >Can't sleep, spend a half hour tossing and turning

                                            >Fuck this, I'm going for a jog

                                            >Light jog turns into legitimate running

                                            >Fuck yeah, sprinting down the hill that leads to my apartment

                                            >Smoke some pot, take a shower, grab the new toy and hop in to bed

                                            >Fall asleep instantly

                                            >Dreams of flying, fuck yeah


                                            >A few days pass

                                            >I haven't been lifting as much, but I've been running a lot more

                                            >So goddamn horny all the time, jerkin' it much more than normal

                                            >Fucked the plush a few times, but haven't finished in it out of a desire to keep it clean

                                            >Enough is enough, text an old fuckbuddy

                                            >I'm in luck, she still wants to hook up

                                            "I know this is going to sound a little strange, but I really just want you to abuse the shit out of me"

                                            >She does and it's awesome

                                            >"You're looking good Anon, those highlights look nice on you"

                                            >pokeface.png

                                            >Head home, check the mirror to see my normally brown hair has orange highlights around the ears

                                            >I've lost weight too, not that I was a fatass before, but the skinnyfat belly is gone

                                            >Nice

                                            >Jerk off again and fall asleep, cuddling the toy (fuck you it's really soft alright)


                                            >A week has passed, things have started to get a bit weird

                                            >I'm clumsy as hell with my hands, I feel awkward when I'm running and I've been getting weird looks from people

                                            >It's gotten to the point where I can't focus at work, I spend my lunch and all the breaks I can on the roof just taking in the view

                                            >I've got some vacation days saved up, might as well take some time off work


                                            >Day two of vacation

                                            >Figure I'll go for a hike, there's a nice mountain near by that's an easy climb

                                            >Pack a lunch and head out (with the plush in my bag. I like having it around, lay off)

                                            >Drop my fucking keys trying to lock the door

                                            >Seriously, what is with me lately


                                            >Get to the top of the mountain

                                            >It was a pretty easy hike, but my backpack was irritating my back something fierce

                                            >Lay out a blanket, take out my lunch, set out the plush (Yay for weekdays, I haven't seen a single person all day)

                                            >It's getting hot out, so I take off my shirt to let my pasty-white ass get some sun

                                            >Normally I'm pale as shit, but my skin's actually starting to get a bit of color

                                            >Sure, it's more orange than tan, but anything's good, right?

                                            >Eating lunch, enjoying the view, feeling a bit sleepy

                                            "What's the harm in a quick nap, eh buddy?"

                                            >Oh good, I'm talking to it now, nothing crazy about that at all

                                            >Beat it into some leaves, bury them real quick and take a nap on the blanket


                                            >Wake up, the sun has set and something is seriously wrong

                                            >Try to stand up, only succeed in tumbling over myself

                                            >Catch myself and land on all fours

                                            >What the fuck is going on with my hands

                                            >Why don't I have hands

                                            >Why do I have marshmallow hooves

                                            >Look back, see only delicious mare flank and a long orange and brown tail [http://imgur.com/alpnp]

                                            >Jump into the air in shock

                                            >Where the fuck did these wings come from and why am I not falling back down

                                            >The wings snap shut, I fall spread eagle on the blanket

                                            >The cool ground feels so good on the burning mound between my legs

                                            >Oh god the burning

                                            >Where is my dick and why am I so goddamn horny

                                            >Look over at the toy, that dumb grin makes it seem like it's mocking me now

                                            "Oh fuck you, man"

                                            >At least I can still speak


                                            >I'm officially freaking the fuck out

                                            >Why the hell did I have to make my OC such a goddamn slut

                                            >At least I can fly (oh god flying is awesome)

                                            >I can still kind of operate my phone thanks to wingfingers

                                            >With a bit of practice I'm pretty sure I won't be completely useless

                                            >But I can't clop with these goddamn hooves

                                            >I was always disgusted by the idea of a brony meetup, but now I desperately a friendly horsefucker

                                            >Wait, the note! It said someone would be seeing me soon!

                                            >If I can find whoever sent that package maybe they'll fuck me

                                            >Yes, I just have to get home

                                            >Throw everything in the backpack, sling it awkwardly around my neck and fly home (I'll give away my car later or something)


                                            >Why did I lock my door?


                                            >Briefly consider bucking down my front door or crashing through a window

                                            >Decide I might as well practice doing things the right way

                                            >At least it's late, none of my neighbors are awake to see this

                                            >After a few minutes of figuring out how to hold things with hooves, I manage to open the door

                                            >Safe at home, but what the fuck do I do now?


                                            "0245, restate my assumptions"

                                            "One: Someone from /mlp/ has turned me in to a pony"

                                            >I haven't posted CropTool outside of 4chan, so it has to be one of them

                                            "Two: They are aware of CropTool's behavior patterns and 'special needs'

                                            >I've gone out of my way to make it clear that she's a slut, and this note >implies that they've been watching me for a while

                                            "Three: If I keep a thread going long enough, the person responsible will emerge"

                                            >They didn't exactly leave a phone number, and I can't exactly think clearly anyway

                                            "Therefore, I'm going to have to learn to use this goddamn computer"

                                            >Grinding the arm of my sofa is good enough for now, it's time to get down to business

                                            >After grabbing an icepack from the freezer for my burning crotch, I manage to sit in my office chair

                                            >It's crazy uncomfortable, but with a bit of work I'm able to tap out a message, one letter at a time

                                            "Hey guys, has anyone gotten any unusual mail lately? Also, if there's anyone in the [REDACTED] area who would legitimately fuck a marshmallow pony, let me know."

                                            >No replies

                                            "…Please respond, I'm in kind of a bad situation here."

                                            >"lol gtfo horsefuckers"

                                            >"plz go RPfags"

                                            >"check these dubs"


                                            >"OP, I got a plushie of my OC in the mail yesterday. Is that what you're talking about?"

                                            "Yeah, exactly! Did yours come with a note or anything? I'm trying to find out where mine came from."

                                            >"There was a note but it threw it out, it was real vague though, no return address or anything. What do you need a horsefucker for anway?"

                                            "Don't worry about it"

                                            >"I'm just outside of [REDACTED] and I would totally fuck a cartoon horse"

                                            "Is there somewhere nearby we can meet? I've got something important to show you"

                                            >"No way man, I'm not getting raped by some faggot brony"

                                            "Trust me dude, you gonna say no to hot candy vag?"

                                            >"Whatever, there's an empty parking lot across from the gas station on [REDACTED]"

                                            "Oh shit, I know where that is. Meet me there in fifteen"


                                            >It only takes a few minutes to get to the parking lot. It's a big fuckin' parking lot in the middle of nowhere, so it's easy enough to find from the sky

                                            >Goddamn flying is awesome

                                            >I'm too nervous to actually fly up to the clouds, but doing loops and rolls and stuff is great fun

                                            >I figure enough time has passed, so I land on the roof of the gas station and keep watch for anyone approaching the lot

                                            >My eyesight is pretty great, I can see pretty far down the road in either direction even though it's still dark out

                                            >Hearing's not too good though, I don't even notice the guy that's climbed on the roof and is approaching me from behind

                                            >I feel the sting of a dart, the world goes dark as a bag goes over my head


                                            >I open my eyes, but the blindfold keeps me from seeing anything

                                            >I try to shake it off with no luck

                                            >"Well, looks like my pretty little pony has finally decided to wake up"

                                            "What the hell man">is what I would be saying if it weren't for the gag in my mouth

                                            >"I guess I didn't need to load the dart so heavily, you're just the cutest little thing. So lightweight too!"

                                            >He's got me all bound up, hanging by my forehooves

                                            >My hindlegs are bound, tight enough to spread my legs, but not enough to provide any real support

                                            >I am absolutely dripping wet, this is even better than flying!

                                            >God I hope he's going to fuck me soon

                                            >I struggle with the gag a bit more. It's fun to play along!

                                            >"Now I'm going to remove the gag, but I want you to behave, alright?"

                                            >Mmmhmmm, I nod

                                            "So now that you've caught me, what are you planning on doing with me"

                                            >"Why, I'm going to clean you up of course. Just look at your mane, you haven't brushed it at all, have you?"

                                            "Seriously? You caught your very own talking pony, you know she wants you to fuck her, and all you want to do is brush her mane?"

                                            >"Once I've done your mane and your makeup, I've got all sorts of pretty dresses for you try on"

                                            >This is just like that fucking clopfic that TAW wrote

                                            >I'm burning up now. If it weren't for this damn blindfold I'm sure I'd see a puddle beneath me

                                            "You're sick, you know that?"


                                            >Admittedly, him brushing my mane does feel very nice

                                            >He's quite gentle and very thorough at removing tangles

                                            >Still, it does nothing to sate the fire in my loins

                                            "Come ooooooon, just fuck me already"

                                            >"Well aren't you a dirty little pony. Am I going to have to wash your mouth out with soap?"

                                            >I groan, but shut my mouth like a good little pony

                                            >"Furthermore, that attitude won't do at all. I've seen you post in the OC threads, how can you post all of those dirty pictures of yourself? Don't you have any decency?"

                                            >I shudder as he grabs my flank, but instead of delicious inter-species rutting he just starts to brush my tail

                                            >"And what about your poor OC husband? Does your marriage mean nothing to you?"

                                            "Not really, I wanted to get a pic with a gold medallion that says 'Open Marriage' like Tracy Jordan, but I never got around to requesting it"

                                            >"Tsk tsk, what a sad relationship"

                                            "Plus, Heartbreak was a changeling anyway, it's not like there was any real love there in the first place"

                                            >His long, smooth strokes feel great. It's all I can do to stop from squirming in my chains.

                                            "He liked abuse, I liked abuse, then he stopped posting so I shipped my OC with other OCs, what's the big deal?"

                                            >I can hear him walking away and setting down the brush

                                            "So now that my mane is all pretty, we're gonna fuck now, right?"

                                            >"Such a dirty little pony! No, we won't be doing that"

                                            "Come ooooon! I'm dying here!"

                                            >"You really should learn some self control"


                                            "At least take the blindfold off and give me a mirror, I want to see how nice my mane looks"

                                            >"I won't be doing that either, not yet anyway. Trust me when I say it looks very nice."

                                            >I struggle a bit more with the chains, maybe I can grind a wall or something?

                                            >"You are going to be a very pretty pony when I'm done with you, but I still have some work to do."

                                            >No use, I must be hanging in the middle of the room

                                            >"Now stay still, I'll be right back"

                                            >The wait feels like an eternity

                                            >A river of juice is matting down the hair on my thigh

                                            >"I know you haven't been a pony very long, but you're going to have to learn to take care of yourself"

                                            >Great, now what

                                            >"I'm going to show you how to file your hooves, so the blindfold is coming off"

                                            >I squirm a bit more as he puts a strap on my neck so I'm unable to turn my head

                                            >He replaces the blindfold with a set of blinders

                                            >He's got a mirror in front of me, I can't really see any of the room, so I eye myself up and down


                                            >Goddamn I look good

                                            >He's got my hair looking perfect, my marshmallowy body is lithe and slender, with just a bit of padding

                                            >My wings are fully erect but starting to get tired

                                            >God I hope he does my wings next

                                            >They could use a good preening, the feathers are an absolute mess from my trip here

                                            >"Now, normally you're only going to need this once a month or so."

                                            >He's got a file, I audibly gasp as he grabs a hind leg

                                            >I try to hold it together, but I'm so sensitive I climax as he works on the first hoof

                                            >"Already? I would punish you for that if I didn't know how much you would enjoy it."

                                            >He's on to the second, I'm shaking in my shackles despite my best efforts

                                            >"Come on now, this is a makeover, not an orgy"

                                            >This really is like that goddamn clopfic. What the fuck is with this guy.

                                            >He files my forehooves, I keep it quiet squeaks, with an occasional gasp

                                            >"Much better. Normally you would need to trim your fetlocks too, but they haven't grown in yet"


                                            "Please, please, PLEASE FUCK ME ALREADY."

                                            >"Soon, lets take care of those wings first"

                                            >Ugh, close enough I guess

                                            >"To really do this right you'll have to do it yourself by mouth, but I'll get you started by hand

                                            >I absolutely lose it when he grabs the base of my wings

                                            >The muscles are so tired and sensitive, even his gentle touch is enough to put me over the edge again

                                            >"Easy buddy, I can't do this if you're going to be spazzing out every time I touch you"

                                            >I try to speak but all that falls out of my mouth is some guttural moaning

                                            >With a few deep breaths, I try to regain my composure

                                            >Every feather he adjusts is like a bolt of lightning in my veins but like a good little pony I keep my mouth shut

                                            >Another eternity later he stops, my wings are finally in order

                                            "Are you done yet? Please tell me you're almost done."

                                            >"So eager to give it away. You're lucky I don't make you sit through an etiquette lesson."

                                            "You don't understand what it's like, am I going to be like this all the time?"

                                            >"How would I know, it's your character"

                                            "Why are you doing this to me anyway, did you send me the doll?"

                                            >"No, but I've got a pretty good idea who did"


                                            >"But that's not important right now, what is important is getting you ready for your date"

                                            >Wait what?

                                            >He's holding up a dress and a maid outfit

                                            >"Normally I would dress you in both and let you decide, but I really don't think you're ready to be a pretty pony maid. I'll be saving that one as a reward for when you learn some manners"

                                            >I whine softly

                                            >I really, really wanted that maid outfit

                                            >Oh well, at least I still get a pretty dress!

                                            >Having the guy dress me is absolute torture, it feels like I've been hanging for hours

                                            >Every muscle in my body is both sore and sensitive to an absurd degree

                                            >It's a simple dress, light purple and very thin fabric

                                            >Conveniently enough, it's open underneath, allowing my sopping marehood to breathe

                                            >He removes my blinders, unhooks the clasps and gives the dress a few adjustments before setting a pink hat on my head

                                            >"We've arranged a date with someone in a situation similar to yours. You should be able to help eachother out"

                                            >I'd like to ask this guy some questions but my mind is too foggy from the bondage makeover I just went through

                                            >Instead I just sort of admire myself in the mirror


                                            >He leads me out of the bondage room into a small dining room

                                            >A short table is set with candles, bowls of salad and cushions to sit on

                                            >I take a seat, he tells me to wait a moment and he'll bring in my companion

                                            >In trots a handsome male earth pony, about my height, dark brown coat with a light brown mane [http://imgur.com/qj9MN]

                                            >"CropTool, this is Hard Rock. Hard Rock, this is CropTool. You two play nice, I'll be back later to check up on you"

                                            >As the marshmallow stallion takes a seat across from me I catch a glimpse of his cutie mark, an erect cock

                                            "So, you thought it'd be fun to make a slutty OC too, huh?"

                                            >"Yup"

                                            "Any idea what's going on or who's doing this to us?"

                                            >"Nope"

                                            "Wanna plow?

                                            >"You have no idea"

                                            "Help me out of this dress first, I don't want to ruin it."

                                            >"Kay"


                                            >Undressing is actually fairly easy, I guess I'm starting to get used to these fuckin' hooves

                                            >That, and the dress seems to be designed to be torn away without being damaged

                                            >Pony stripper clothes, who would have guessed?

                                            >With the dress safely folded and placed off in a corner, I turn my attention to the task at hand

                                            "This is all kind of new to me, any ideas for how this is supposed to go?"

                                            >In response, he mounts my back

                                            >Oh god yes, my body is ready

                                            >He jams it in

                                            >After all the build up and teasing he finally jams it in

                                            >It's even better than I imagined

                                            >He certainly lives up to his name

                                            >He's got a solid rhythm, slowly pounding faster and faster

                                            >I have no idea how either of us have lasted at all

                                            >He leans in close and whispers something in my ear, but I don't hear it

                                            >Too focused on the pounding


                                            >Soon enough, he's reached his limit, and his warmth floods inside

                                            >He slides out with an audible 'pop'

                                            >Oooh that's nice, even as he's backing off

                                            "Is that all you've got?"

                                            >"Give me a minute alright? Besides, I'm starving."

                                            >I am too, I can't remember the last time I ate

                                            >We sit on opposite sides of the table, eating in silence

                                            >I can't keep my eyes off his horsecock, it's already hard and starting to drip

                                            >He catches me drooling

                                            >"At least you'll have cycles of heat, pretty sure I'm stuck with this thing all the time"

                                            >I nod along, but I'm not really listening

                                            >It's all I can do to keep from jumping over the table and mounting him now

                                            >Manners and all that nonsense

                                            >We finish our salads

                                            "Think we can go again before that guy comes back for our plates?"

                                            >"Probably" he sighs

                                            >Fuck propriety, I leap over the table (fuck yeah wings), pin him down and impale myself on his length

                                            >True to his name, he's as hard as diamond

                                            >His style of steady pumping is nice, but now that I'm on top it's time to go bananas

                                            >Using my wings and thighs in tandem, I lift myself nearly off the top and slam down as hard as I can


                                            >Over and over again, pounding the shit out of the poor stallion that I've only just met

                                            >At least he looks like he's enjoying it

                                            >I hope that's what that face he's making means, anyway

                                            >Not that I really care, I'm having far too much fun going up and down

                                            >Up and down

                                            >Up and down

                                            >Soon enough, he groans and shoots another load

                                            >I roll off to the side, exhausted but unsatisfied

                                            >We're both catching our breath when there's a knock on the door

                                            >"I hope you two are decent, there's someone I would like you to meet"

                                            >In a flash, I'm back on my side of the table

                                            >Of course, Rocky's semen is still dripping out of me, but at least I tried, right?

                                            >He's a mess too, I wasn't exactly gentle with him

                                            "Uhh, come in?"


                                            >Even as a human, I never really felt true shame

                                            >Sure, I had had some embarrassing moments

                                            >I've certainly done dumb shit to put myself in compromising situations

                                            >But nothing could compare to how I felt now

                                            >But I'll rewind a minute and show you why

                                            "Uhh, come in?"

                                            >I'm exhausted and unsatisfied, my dripping cunt is burning as badly as it was when I was tied up

                                            >Hard Rock looks like he's about to pass out, but he's sitting up for now

                                            >I wish I had tried to put the dress back on, but it's too late for that

                                            >The door opens, the man walks in followed by none other than Princess Celestia herself

                                            >At first I'm too stunned by her mere presence to react, but as soon as I recognize her I throw myself to the floor

                                            >She's more beautiful than I could have imagined, her flowing mane sparkles with all the colors of the glorious dawn

                                            >Here I am groveling like a street rat, I missed the man's introductions and Celestia's request for him to leave the room

                                            >She addresses the two of us, I snap myself awake enough to actually listen to her speak

                                            >"Welcome, my little ponies. I trust my ambassador has explained why you're here?"

                                            >Resisting the urge to jam a hoof in my crotch and clop to the sound of her voice alone, I come up with an answer

                                            "Not really. He sort of just tied me up and set me on a date with this guy"

                                            >"Tied you up? Oh my, I left very specific instructions that you were to be treated with the utmost respect!"

                                            "Don't get me wrong, I kind of enjoyed it, but there was pretty much no respect and he definitely didn't explain anything to me."

                                            >"This is most disturbing news indeed. And what of you, Hard Rock?"

                                            >"He locked me in a closet for a day or two with a bowl of water. Whenever I asked for food he just gave me pills that made me sleepy"

                                            >"I see. Please excuse me for just a moment."

                                            >She exits the room (dear lord what a plot) and returns a moment later

                                            >"The human has been dismissed from service, you no longer need to fear him. Please accept my deepest apologies, I do try my hardest to protect my little ponies, but there is only so much I can do in this world"

                                            "And when you say 'dismissed from service?'"

                                            >"I've cast him into the sun, but that's not important. I am sure you both have many questions about the changes you have experienced, and I will gladly answer them for you in time. However, we have a long journey ahead of us and we should leave immediately."

                                            "Journey? Where are we going?"

                                            >"Why, the magical land of Equestria, of course"

                                            >Hearing those words, in her voice is enough to put me over the edge

                                            >With a soft 'squee' I stain the pillow I'm laying on


                                            >It's finally happening

                                            >I'm wearing my pretty dress, riding in a flying chariot with Celestia and Hard Rock

                                            >She explains that she's been 'recruiting' humans to increase the pony population and diversify pony culture

                                            >She offered me a chance to return to life as a human, which I immediately declined

                                            >She tells me that pony estrus is a normal thing and I should be back to normal after a week

                                            >We're getting close to the drop off point, Rocky and I will be sent to a small town that's mostly populated by converts

                                            >Celestia has a few more pickups to make so she won't be going with us, but she's assured us that everything on the other side will be taken care of

                                            "Before we go, there's one last thing I would like to ask of you Princess."

                                            >I'm a bit nervous, but it's now or never

                                            >"You would like a private audience with me, would you not?"

                                            >I nod

                                            >"Seldom is anypony brave enough to ask. While I certainly can schedule something in the future, I must warn you: Few mortals have experienced an encounter with me, and none have survived the attempt."

                                            "…Oh. Maybe not then"

                                            >"Send a letter if you change your mind"

                                            >With that, the chariot drops us off in a clearing in the middle of a forest


                                            >It's basically a Stargate, with a small shed off to the side where I assume the controls are

                                            >We're greeted by a pair of friendly unicorns to immediately get to work preparing the portal

                                            >"All right, everything's ready here, the gate opens in thirty seconds"

                                            >"For you this will be a one way trip, anything you'd like to take care of before we send you off?"

                                            >I make sure my pretty dress is on correctly and the maid outfit I stole before we left is still folded nicely

                                            "I'm ready, let's go"


                                            And with that, CropTool the slutty mare went to Equestria and lived happily ever after