Excerpt from Unfinished Pon-E Story

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of the apartment door open, close, then lock. Roommate had gone to work. I was alone now. Pon-E time!

There was nothing to wait on now. I poured some water, grabbed the tablet and after some debate I decided to do it in the bathroom where the only mirror was. Pill in mouth. Add water. Swallow.

There was no taste.

Wasn’t it supposed to taste like spaghetti? Was that just an Internet joke?

I waited and looked in the mirror for change. A minute passed I didn’t feel any different. I took my shirt and pants off to look for changes.

I inspected a long haired-skinny guy in his underwear in the mirror. There was a gnarly blue bruise on his forehead above his right eye.

Maybe he was too skinny. I turned to the side and looked down his back. Nothing new. This person looked the way he did yesterday.

I went to go get my phone in the bedroom to keep time. When I did I realized I had shut the bathroom door earlier. If I was going to lose my hands for the next 12 hours I would have been stuck in there until at least my roommate came home; 8 hours.

As I walked back into my bedroom I realized just how sore I felt. I do sleep funny. Actually, the muscles in my back and shoulders were really sore. And my ankles and wrists. When I tried to pick up my phone my fingers fumbled to grasp it. They were tingling. As if they were falling asleep.

I rushed back to the bathroom. The same tingling that was in my fingers began in my toes as well then immediately flooded the rest of my skin. It wasn’t unlike a body part falling asleep or being numbed. I looked back at the guy in the mirror.

The bruise above the eye was gone.

My skin was practically buzzing when I saw patches of skin start to grow dark. The person in the mirror grinned up at me.

“Twelve hours of pure pony pleasure.“

As if on cue my fingers and toes started to cramp bad. Really bad. I could feel nerves pinching and unpinching, I could feel movement underneath my still-buzzing skin. It wasn’t a crawling bug sensation. It was a shifting sensation.

My fingers and toes twitched involuntarily like I had some nerve degenerative disorder. It felt like something was grabbing them from inside and trying to pull them in. The stiffness hurt. My arms spasmed as if to shake the muscles right but they didn’t stop.

In an effort to take as much weight off my cramping toes I was going to put more weight onto the ball of my foot but found the back of my feet were off the ground. I was standing on the front of my foot and no matter how I tried I couldn’t get it to go down. I looked at my hands again to see what those were doing. My fingers were shortening and my palms were. . . barreling?

Right, horses walk on big toes. What was often mistaken for a backwards elbow was the wrist. The elbow was-

My elbows.

I lifted up my arms to get a better look at them. My upper arms were shortening while the length of my palm kept extending, it looked like my palm was eating my fingers as it stretched and overtook my ever shrinking pinkie fingers. Seeing patches of blue fur growing on my arms distracted me from my fingers. Blue? I was blue. Not a sky or navy but a richer blue, like a deep cobalt. It immediately reminded me of that dark time just before sunrise. I touched it with the remains of my fingers. It was incredibly soft. Velvety soft even. It felt amazing to touch it. It sent shivers up my spine and made me feel warm.

I looked up to see what was going on in mirror world. The patches of blue were popping up everywhere now and still spreading. The hair on my head had grown even longer and looked like it was turning an even darker shade of blue with a hint of violet.

My chest was gone. Did I still have nipples?

I felt around the patches of fur on my chest with my hand-hooves then down my torso. The texture on my stomach was sensitive and ticklish. I stopped at my underwear. The band was chaffing me now. Didn’t stallions not have nipples? On regular horses they didn’t.

I pulled my underwear down with the nubs of fingers I had left to look for my lost nipples. The thick, widening nail on my middle fingers scratched at my sides as I did so.

There they are! Also apparently I had a boner for some reason.

“Found my nipples!” I tried to say. Instead “fan mpplz” came out. ‘What the hell is wrong with my tongue?’ Instead of inspecting my junk further I went to inspect why I couldn’t talk.

I opened my mouth and looked inside with the mirror. My teeth were still the same but my tongue was too wide and too long for my mouth now. A tongue for a muzzle.

I watched the mirror like that for a second just to take it all in. My body was rapidly changing colors everywhere and things were shortening and lengthening. The blue fur finished taking over my skin. Face and all. My darker blue mane was all the way down my chest and I could make out lighter strands of highlights in it.

There was a furry standing in the mirror now.

My arms were proportionally weird and my fingers had atrophied into nubs except for the middle ones was growing longer as my hand grew rounder. I could still feel that yanking feeling on the inside of my fingers. The yanking was a sharp cramp in all their joints now.

My dick maybe had shrunk but it was still way too excited for its own good. I gently batted it with my hand-hooves out of curiosity. It seemed about the same.

I tried to check my phone for the time. My fingers were useless now. The only one of any length was my middle and it was too long to use to grip my phone. All I did was knock it across the counter but my phone got the idea and flashed the time at me. Eight minutes have passed. I thought it was faster than that?

At some point after that the buzzing feeling on my skin transitioned into more of a hum and felt deeper now.

I felt flushed and could feel my coat start to dampen with sweat. Maybe the fur was getting to me? I leaned in closer to inspect my eyes. My pupils were enormous like I was on cocaine. I wondered if that was part of the high or if I was just enraptured by the transformation happening: I was becoming a pony!

Leaning in made me realize my leg muscles were on fire from my toes, deep into my thighs and through my ass. It felt like I had been running for hours.

Now that I was paying attention to my physical state I realized I was breathing heavy too. In fact, the glass to the mirror was fogging up from it all.

I needed more air. A LOT more air. My lungs were on fire. My chest was on fire. I felt my stomach with my forelimbs. My skin was incredibly warm. It felt like my abs were heating up. It was a deep, sore warmth like a hard workout and it started to spread to nearby muscles. Just like the fur it started to happen in patches as it worked to take over everything.

I began to worry about my physical condition because I felt I was too warm. I was too sore. Was I going to have a stroke?

‘Your muscles hurt; let them rest,’ my brain told me, based on millions of years of evolution.

That made sense. I tried to leave the bathroom to lay down.

I made it about one step and a stumble. After the first step I realized my foot was no longer shaped anything like I expected it to be and I lost my balance and fell forward. I tried to catch myself with my other foot but found the same problem.

I reached out to grab the door frame with my forearms but I couldn’t grab anything with it.

Hallway floor it is.

Between my shoulder and my face I couldn’t decide what I wanted to land on and ended up landing on both. The crash was deafening and I was glad the neighbors downstairs were evicted last month.

The pain in my shoulder felt appropriate with the warmth of the muscles there. My cheekbone stung like hell but apparently it’s harder to break your face than I thought.

Against the cold wooden floor I had trouble discerning the hum coming from my body from the hum of the AC unit in the closet nearby.

The cold floor felt nice for a minute.

The coldness of the floor was no match for the heat radiating from my body though and pretty soon the cold spot on the floor was a warm spot. If it wasn’t for the sweat dampening my fur and the floor around me it felt like I could set the floor on fire. I felt feverish.

My heart was racing and my breath was rapid and shallow. Everything was on fire and I couldn’t catch my breath no matter how much air I sucked in. I was dizzy and not entirely sure it was just from the fall.

The floor wasn’t helping now: it was just as warm as me. The air around me felt moist too. I needed to move.

When I landed I had closed my eyes and hadn’t reopened them. When I opened them back up to move I saw my fingernails, all two of them, were black and freakishly wide.

I tried to lift myself up but all my muscles shook and buckled. My arms couldn’t push me up, my sides hurt like I had been bruised from repeated kicks on the ground on all sides. My core was too exhausted and felt like they were worked to a breaking point. I couldn’t get up. The dizziness magnified until it felt like I was spinning. I felt lighter. If it wasn’t for the floor I wouldn’t know which way was down.

My body stuck to the floor with sweat. I noticed my limbs still faintly worked on their own but were weak. My mane made my sweaty head easier to move against the ground though. I slowly swiveled my head ‘up’ to check my orientation. My body was still pointed towards my bedroom just across from the bathroom. I could tell there was a lot of wonderful, cold floor in there.

If that was ‘up’ then the bathroom was ‘down’. I could push against the door frame with my legs.

My legs, the back ones, felt like they were shorter now but like I had very, very long feet hanging from them. I felt like a roofied, melting kangaroo who just lost a kickboxing match in an oven.

I was about to blindly kick and push against the door frame when between the spinning, overheating and racing heartbeat my stomach got into the mix and I started to choke up water and partially digested food. My chest muscles seized up harder than they ever had and my throat muscles flipped their switch into reverse.

It felt like some of the internal heat left my body with last night’s dinner. I always felt better after I vomited. I prayed for a cold, porcelain toilet bowl to appear so I could press my head against it. But toilets don’t appear out of floors made of sweat and matted fur. What I really wanted right now was a cold shower. What I thought I could reach was a cold floor.

I swung my legs up blindly and kicked at the door frame behind me with my kangaroo feet. I swung hard but there was no sensation that I stubbed my toes. Instead it felt like I had hit my toenails against the door with a dull thud. It was two dense toenails that pushed me a few inches further into my room. My thighs were incredibly thick now and were where most of my drag was coming from. The floor inches in front of my face now felt like it was radiating cool air like a freezer. That was enough to convince my hoof arms they still had enough strength that they could still be used as leverage against the open bedroom door frame even if the muscles had given up.

I was halfway done dragging myself into the room when my back started screaming at me to stop doing whatever it was that I was doing immediately. Close enough; the floor was cold again. I closed my eyes in an attempt to suppress the pressure building behind them. I continued to lay on my side to figure out what the hell was going on now with my back.

My spine was crinkling. Did moving while transforming paralyze me? When I tried moving a stiff, numb leg or one of the noodly, cramping forelimbs that used to be my arms to confirm, I could feel muscles in my back tightening and constricting. It was knotting up and bulging. I felt the reoccurring burning warmth at the breaking point. The heat that burned my muscles from the inside out was rolling up and down my spine now from the tip of my neck down to my ass, further cramping and aggravating my muscles. I felt like my entire back was a highway with millions of fire ants traveling up and down it.

There was a pleasant warmth spreading in my groin. I felt like I pissed my non-existent pants. I could tell very well I still had something that was like a dick and it was begging for attention. I couldn’t reach it though without generating more pain in my back.

I heard distant moans and I felt my ears rotate to try and locate where it was coming from. It was coming from me. Wait, my ears moved?

I opened my eyes for the first time in minutes. My floor and bookshelf looked incredibly vibrant. My walls were more off-white than I realized. The god rays coming through my blinds told me it was a fucking beautiful day outside.

I felt the side of my head with my hoof. My head felt bigger but my ears were gone? They flinched in response and I was able to locate them nearby. They were on top of my head now. I felt the pointy ears flop and rotate against my hoof. When the hell did that happen? I didn’t feel them move.

My limbs felt dull and ached all the way through now. My chest ached. My pelvis ached. The all over ache deepened and began to warm. I felt a deep grinding sensation in my limbs and chest. The warm ache in my skull grabbed my jaw and nose and felt like it was pushing my face from my skull. My headache intensified.

At the same time as it felt like my face was being ripped off, I felt something grab the base of my spine and pull my spine out through the bottom of my pelvis. I was being ripped in half long-ways.

As if in the hands of a demented chiropractor, the pulling from both ends caused all the tension in my back to finally come loose and I felt my back explode. I saw bursts of light behind my screwed-shut eyes. There was stabbing pain in my back that was climbing higher and higher towards the ceiling. I could no longer understand what was going on. It felt like my skeleton wasn’t down with this and was fucking leaving. It felt like I was soil growing a pair of bone trees. I didn’t want to be a tree. I felt something hot start dripping off the ‘branches’ onto my back. Blood? Sweat? Semen?

The pain was too much. The wind must have been knocked out of me because I breathed in deep and felt my chest fill with air so I could start crying. Hot tears rolled down my face. It felt like my jaw and nose were being pushed off my face from the inside.

‘My face is coming off’.

I buried my face into my hooves to try and stop it.

Meanwhile I couldn’t stop my spine coming out the other end and the rest of my skeleton was escaping out my back. I felt my spine snap.

Mercifully, the pain finally made me black out.

 

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I came to and could tell I was still lying on my bedroom floor. I was still alive. The pain was gone, the dizziness was gone. Even the headache was gone. I felt amazing. What was the catch?

I opened my eyes and looked down the end of my muzzle at my hooves. My face was still on me as far as I could tell, but now it was longer. I had a muzzle.

I felt my ears perk up and the end of my spine shift. My whole back shifted. What was that?

I lifted my head off my hooves to investigate but got distracted by just how long my neck was. Was I a pony or a giraffe? I was sprawled out on my chest but it felt like I was sitting upright. Looking around my room to test this I noticed my field of vision seemed wider. Colors were more vivid and everything was more detailed. I didn’t think I needed glasses before but now my vision was so sharp I couldn’t help but noticing the stitching on my comforter and I could see now what I thought was my gray comforter had a slight blue tint to it.

It felt like something near my butt stirred again and brushed against my back legs. My ears perked up and it felt like in response to me noticing something else stood up on my back.

Something was on top of me.

I swirled my head around a whole 180 degrees and came face-to-face with wings. It’s a bird! I saw a horse tail lift up in surprise not too far behind them. Wait, it’s pegasus? My eyes followed the back of the pegasus until my vision came to the base of my neck.

The pegasus had my neck. But that means she had my head. But I had my head. My head was me. And so was my body.

My wings relaxed once I figured out what the hell was going on. My wings. It’s me.

Not my fastest realization. I could feel a smile grow underneath my muzzle. I felt my tail wag a little and saw it dance in my vision. My tail. I shifted it again, this time voluntarily. It tickled the back of my hind legs.

My wings slowly came to rest beside me. Knowing how they felt as they relaxed, I tried reversing it and raised them back up. It worked. I tried raising just the left and could feel a similar reaction. Down again. Up again. I tried moving them in other directions and found they rotated at the base and bent in the middle like an elbow. They were arms but on my back. It instinctively just made sense how to move them. I tried to wiggle the ‘fingers’ on them. I felt something like a thumb and two conjoined toes but I couldn’t see them among the feathers and they were too far from each other to touch.

Feathers. I had feathers. Two beautiful fans of them in my surprisingly large wings. They seemed huge compared to the show. I didn’t know how big a pony could smile but I felt my smile growing more. I was a pony! A pegasus pony! I never had a desire to fly. I never even had dreams where I was flying. I figured I was just going to be an “earth” pony. But now that I saw my beautiful wings I never wanted to be without them again.

I needed a mirror. I went to stand up to rush to the mirror. Instead of standing I clamored to a half stand then immediately fell right back onto my now smaller shoulder and longer face. That felt familiar. It felt like a much shorter fall than the one I had earlier though.

I tried slowly picking myself up again. I pushed off the ground with one foreleg. Then my other until only my back side was on its side. Then I rolled my lower body over and caught myself with my back legs as if I was standing up from a prone position. But Instead of pushing off with my ‘arms’ I stopped. My limbs shook with uncertainty. Was I standing right?

My legs and ‘arms’ felt shorter now but my hands and feet felt awkwardly long now and like I was standing on the tips of them like a ballerina wearing little hooven shoes. I guess that made sense.

I tried fully extending my legs to stand as straight as possible. Then I lifted my neck up to what felt like a comfortable position and looked forward. My incredibly long mane just barely cleared the floor. I relaxed my leg muscles a little.

This was my height now. Everything seemed higher up now. I looked around for something to gauge my height. My shelves were taller than me but just so. The alarm clock sitting on top said about half an hour had passed. I wonder how long of that I was out?

I saw the handle of my closet door was close to eye level. It was just about at my chin. Door handles were mouth height.

“I wonder if-” I started to say but stopped talking when I heard my voice was higher. I reached for my throat and then fell forward back onto the ground with my face. If I kept doing that I was going to bruise my face.

I sat upright and felt my throat again. The bulge in my trachea was gone. Did stallion ponies even have ‘adam’s apples’?

“My. . . voice?” I tested it. I never had a particularly deep voice but now I sounded angelic by comparison even in my head. I wanted to hear it again. “H-hello?”

It sounded foreign to me. It sounded pretty. I laughed in happiness and it came out more like a giggle. Which made me laugh louder. I kept laughing until I started snorting. Except instead of sounding like snorting it came out more like a whinny.

“I’m a pony!” I said aloud and kicked all my hooves excitedly while still laying on my stomach the ground. They all clicked like tap shoes. This feeling made me want to run around and jump off the furniture even if I had no idea how to do that. Everything felt good. Pon-E was definitely a street drug because this was definitely a high.

I tried to lower my wings on top of me and felt them drape on top of my back and across my shoulders like a short blanket made of downy feathers. The way the feathers brushed against my coat I could tell my coat was incredibly soft. I craned my head up against this blanket with my forelegs, I tried to push myself into my wings. My wings felt wonderful but strangely damp like someone sprayed them with water. There was a strange but intoxicating smell to them not unlike a newborn baby. My back birthed wings. Out of curiosity I licked them. It tasted the way it smelled. There was a slight waxy feeling in my mouth.

I lifted off my fore legs and arched my back up against my downy feathers. My spine tingled. I felt shivers run down spine from the tips of my wings and down to base of my tail. My tail lifted in reception to all the tingling. I lifted my butt higher and splayed my forelegs out onto the ground trying to get as much arch as I could. My back kept tingling and sent my winged blanket shivering.

My dark blue mane fell in front of my face and curtained my room from my vision. All I could make out was my muzzle and my forelegs. I brushed my muzzle against my legs. Every strand of fur on my face and arms tickled itself. It was like a fuzzy blanket. I was high; I just wanted to cuddle and touch myself like I took too much ecstasy alone. I would have kept rubbing fur against fur if there wasn’t another part of me wanting attention.

Whatever used to be my dick now felt incredibly small and tucked away but still incredibly pent up; it needed to be touched. But I wasn’t sure I could reach it while laying on my barrel chest.

I lifted up to a standing position again on my wobbly Bambi legs and thought about how to get into a sitting position. I leaned forward to get all my weight onto my front legs and lowered my butt as far as it would go until my back legs splayed out. When my ass crashed to the floor it jiggled slightly.

The plop brought a gasp to my lips. Sweet Celestia, it sounded girly. And now with my sex under my nostrils I could make out a much different smell. A musky, sweet smell. It smelled delicious. I could see now there was a crease where my dick used to be. I investigated with my hooves. Wow, yup, that was a mare vag’.

I gingerly touched the outside of this development with my foreleg, wary of putting my hard hoof near it. Something inside felt good. I rubbed harder. My head felt fuzzy and my hoof felt wet. The high of being a pony suddenly relaxed into a warm drunken feeling all over me. I needed more. I delicately tried grinding deeper with my leg. As I worked my foreleg up and down my little black hoof was clicking against the wooden floor. It was clopping. I was clopping.

The fuzzy light-headedness in my head grew down towards my spine. I could feel my wings gently lift on their own, as if making room for the glow taking over. I greedily prodded deeper until I found the source of all this pleasure. My chest tightened at the electric stab.

I had to pull my hoof away as in shock but I coaxed my hoof came back to it. Yes. Another deep flick. My hoof felt wet and and muscles around it tightened helplessly. Another strange noise came out of my mouth halfway between a moan and a squeak. The angelic noises made me feel so innocent but my hoof was so naughty and I couldn’t stop it.

“Yes, violate me, Mr. Hoof,” I started talking to myself. “I’m a dirty pony.” I would laugh at myself but I was too drunk now on this gentle feeling. I worked harder to keep the cloudy feeling spreading. I brought my soaked hoof up to my muzzle to inhale deeply. It smelled so good it was like I could get drunk off it. I licked my hoof and surrounding fur clean to check. I was faintly sweet but gave away to a grassy sexual musk. Grassy? I tasted like a cartoon horse. It wasn’t bad at all. I needed more.

My hoof and body grinded against each other. There was a deep, carnal ache inside of me. As good as my new favorite spot felt, I knew there was a void that needed to be filled. I fantasized about horse cocks and imagined them filling me whole. Yes, that’s working. I imagined stallions taking me and making me their cocksleeve. I wanted them to stir my insides up with their oversized dicks in ways a hoof couldn’t. I wanted to glaze their dick in my juices and milk them hard with my muscles. I wanted to be filled with hot stallion spunk and bred like a good little mare.

My favorite spot suddenly came to the surface and brushed my leg. The rumbling, drunken cloud inside me suddenly sparked like lightning in a storm cloud. It scattered down my limbs. My back legs kicked with little ‘clops’, my forelegs shivered and my wings stretched out and fell down. I could move it. I teased it again, this time intentionally. I can wink.

I brushed my hoof against my naked and exposed sex. Another jolt wrecked my brain and made me arch my back. It scattered my thoughts and left my body through a shriek out my muzzle.

My body was shivering with electricity. My mind was completely lost in the drunken storm. I kept rubbing myself. My loud panting was the drunk sexual cloud billowing out of me uncontrollably, I was unable to contain all of this.

“Ah, Chance” I croaked out as a naughty idea floated up in the one-track mind. I wanted to buck myself for not getting it out sooner. I stopped touching myself long enough to flop onto my stomach and scoot underneath my bed. The cool wood rubbing the fur on my belly tingled and distracted me while I searched for my toy.

I found the discrete shoebox I was looking for and fumbled it forward with both hooves, somehow not just knocking it away. Without any ceremony and a surprising amount of dexterity I threw the lid off and pulled out the red horse dildo resting on its towel.

“You wanna be my boyfriend for tonight?” I talked dirty to the beautiful inanimate object resting in my hooves. My once angelic voice was now dripping with lust. In reply I swore ‘he’ glistened. He looked practically like candy. ‘Chance’ was fully erect and his head was flared; he was ready to go.

I got him to stand up on his oversized balls like a good boy but my back legs and forelegs couldn’t work together long enough to position myself over him. I would fall down away from him or knock him over.

He was fucking teasing me!

In desperation I sat back onto my haunches and scooted him to me instead. I rubbed his head against my wet and ready hole. The way it speared my lips apart effortlessly told me he belonged inside of me. The hard head tried to deeper inside me. All my muscles eagerly clamped before I could even to push him further in, I was too eager. I had to relax but I couldn’t. I needed this.

Thankfully my muscles were no match for his firm erection. Soon enough his cock overpowered me and my muscles relaxed around him, aching with tension. He was noticeably colder than my melting insides.

“Let me warm you up,” I worked it into a narrative in my head.

Chance was unsteady and unsure of himself but he was extremely eager. He worked himself slightly further even as he trembled with me. My winking marehood pulsed against his shaft uncontrollably and I tightened up again. At this rate I couldn’t get him all inside of me. I was shaking from all the spasms and couldn’t think straight anymore.

Chance was young and inexperienced. It was both of ours first times. He was the handsomest stallion my age. We were always ‘just friends’. One humid summer day I stopped by the ranch to give him some water. From the summer sweat he could smell I was in heat and it was too much for him and he mounted me right there in the middle of the day in the field.

‘I’m his toy’, I thought. “I’m Chance’s toy.‘ I relaxed and let him overpower me. His cock lead my body and my body followed. Each pull out my body begged for it back in. There was no way we were getting his whole cock in this time. This time. I wanted him to buck me later. I needed him to keep reusing me forever. I was a hole for his cock and I wanted him to fill me with his seed.

The alcoholic haze clouding my mind ignited. My hips were bucking uncontrollably against his cock as I orgasmed. He tried to pull out but I was milking his cock for all its worth with each pulse of his hot jizz destroying my delicate mare insides. Our juices overflowed and spilled out of me. I was a ruined, broken toy. I tested just how loud I could moan with each last squeeze until everything grew took weak and I went limp like I was suddenly made of gelatin.

“I hope I’m pregnant,” I told myself during the afterglow as Chance still laid partially inside of me.

 

As I was catching my breath my mental faculties started to come too and Chance the stallion left me as soon as he arrived. I was back in my human room. I was lying on my back on the floor alone with a dildo and really in need of a cigarette. The tips of my wings and hooves tingled as a reminder of what I just did.

“Not your most shameful masturbation session,” I reassured myself aloud. I smiled at the sound of my voice. I was still an adorable pony. I still had adorable hooves and amazing wings. An adorable voice.

My nostrils were bombarded with smells as I came back to reality: I could smell my sexual fluids. I could smell urine. And there was some other stench much further away.

I rolled onto my stomach. My horse dildo brushed against my hooves and I shooed it away as I looked towards where the smell was coming from.

There was vomit outside my door reminding me that I threw up when I turned. I looked to where I had just been laying. Chance sat near a smelly puddle of what smelled like pony pussy and pee. “Ugh,” I said in disgust as I stood up on all four hooves to go get a towel.

I took two steps forward and fell in an uncoordinated mess. At least it wasn’t on the face this time. I laid there on the floor once again to think about what I did.

I learned how to masturbate before I learned how to walk, I realized.

“Okay, maybe your most shameful,” I acknowledged as I stood up again.

Walking on all fours wasn’t too difficult, just a matter of trial and error. When I heard that familiar and wonderful clip-clop rhythm coming from my hooves as I stepped forward I knew I had something close to normal. The order was essentially crawling on my tiptoes, like a bear crawl. I had trouble turning when I stood too close to walls but resetting my hooves got me rotated in a better direction. Turning gradually with my front first and letting my back hooves rotate made me feel a little like a car on hooves when I cornered. It worked.

My first order of pony business was cleaning up after myself. A still slightly damp bathroom towel from my hamper was the perfect thing to wipe everything up. At first I tried holding it in my mouth while I wiped but my stance was too awkward so I just let the towel do its thing and kind of kicked and rolled it around. It took twice as long as it did with hands but I expected that.

As I dropped the towel on the vomit in the hallway I couldn’t help but look over at the bathroom. There was a mirror in there.

I didn’t knew what I looked like. I had to know.

I tiptoed around my absorbing towel to head towards the bathroom. My vision could just see over the sink but all I could make out in the bathroom mirror was my ears and the top of my head. Carefully I set each forehoof onto counter and stood myself up onto my hind legs.

Looking back at me in the mirror was me. I had enormous golden-colored irises with an orange center. My eyes shined so brightly in the overhead light the thought of a sunrise immediately came to mind. Below my set of eyes was a dainty little mare muzzle beaming with a smile so hard my cheeks hurt.

“I’m a mare,” I said to my smiling self to confirm the unmistakable truth. I saw my wings rise behind me happily. “Sweet Celestia, I’m friggin’ adorable.”

The endorphins flooding my brain was better than the high I felt masturbating as a pony. I kept smiling at myself and looking over my face and hooves. I flipped my ears up and down, shook my mane and admired the highlights. I made faces in the mirror at myself and kept looking away and looking back from different angles. Every time I looked back I still looked like a mare.

“What do I call you?” I asked myself. I saw the hesitance in my eyes in the mirror. I knew the dangers of a name fully well. You weren’t supposed to name your pony self. Names were powerful. When you named something you grew attached to it and gave it power.