Anon becomes mare


                                            The "prompt" (wasn't even a prompt, just a random joke)

                                            >get isekai'd to Equestria

                                            >see the trickster god who did it

                                            >"I'm a cute mare, right?"

                                            >"Yeah. By the way, did you know that 'mare" is Latin for sea?"

                                            >"What?"

                                            >realize you're the Caribouean Sea

                                            >gently splash the shores of Equestria as ponies and hippogriffs frolic in your waves


                                            Here's what I made of it.


                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >Anon the wet mare. Technically.

                                            >Maybe. You never cared much for the "is water wet" and other dumb questions like that.

                                            >They're a tiny bit more pertinent now that you're actually made of water.

                                            >Still largely irrelevant in comparison to other things you should be concerned about.

                                            >Such as the fact that you are now a sea.

                                            >Not in the sea. A. Sea.

                                            >Or mare, if you prefer.

                                            >Yeah, okay, that bastard got you good.

                                            >Whatever. It's fine. You're still a mare, if not the kind of mare you wanted to be. No sense crying about it.

                                            >Not like it would change anything. Just roll with the punches.

                                            >You try to figure out your senses. It's all weird.

                                            >You're kind of blind. Makes sense, seeing as you don't have eyes any more.

                                            >Still, there's some kind of weird awareness, like a half-sight from a dream.

                                            >You can sort of perceive things, if not see them.

                                            >Touch is fine, though.

                                            >You feel the sea floor you're lying on and the shores you're constantly splashing against.

                                            >Hearing sort of works, too.

                                            >You hear the cries of sea birds, the long moans of whales, the chatter of some kind of creatures on your shores, and other things.

                                            >It's all muted, though. You can barely hear it.

                                            >Maybe it's because you're fucking massive right now.

                                            >A pony is less than an ant, compared to your size now. Far less.

                                            >Shame.

                                            >You try to focus on smaller areas, seeing if you're able to perceive smaller things with effort.

                                            >It works, a tiny little bit.

                                            >Yeah, okay.

                                            >With practice, you could probably be able to hear and see things more suited for your (former) human scale.

                                            >With those senses covered, you try motion.

                                            >No dice.

                                            >Also makes sense, since water doesn't have muscles.

                                            >You feel yourself splashing, currents moving through your body, and your waters being churned up by storms in several places.

                                            >It's all involuntary, though, like breathing.

                                            >However, this is a world of mares and magic.

                                            >And you're both now.

                                            >There's no way that trickster god could have bound your soul to the sea without magic.

                                            >A quote from Pirates of the Caribbean comes to you.

                                            >"I am the sea," said Davy Jones.

                                            >Yeah, you're really the sea now.

                                            >And if you are, and you're magical, and you have a will - which you do - then there's a way.

                                            >Slowly, you focus on your "body", trying to feel out as much as you can.

                                            >Ever so slowly, you manage to redirect the water temperatures in minuscule ways, which shifts the currents a little bit.

                                            >Jackpot.

                                            >It takes you a long time. Decades. Centuries, maybe. You don't count the years.

                                            >That trickster asshole probably thought you'd curl up in your mind from terror and helplesness and cry for the rest of your life.

                                            >Or lose your mind completely and dissolve in the waters.

                                            >Fat fucking chance.

                                            >Instead, you spread out, your formerly human mind adapting to your now much larger and grander form, getting a feel for every tiny bit of your waters.

                                            >The thought of millions, if not billions of fish living inside of your body feel weird for a while, but you get used to it.

                                            >You figure you used to have quintillions, if not more, bacteria living inside of you back when you were human, so there's little difference.

                                            >As you get a feel for your new body, you slowly learn how to focus on just tiny parts of it, feeling out the objects in your waters.

                                            >Soon enough, you're able to distinguish the individual mares splashing around near your shores.

                                            >It's nice.

                                            >You caress them as they swim and frolic, sending a surprise wave now and then to smack right into some cute mare's butt.

                                            >"Eep!"

                                            >Kek.

                                            >You slowly learned how to move your waters as you wanted over the years, with some limitations.

                                            >You can't exactly get up and walk around, but you're able to exert some control over your waves and currents.

                                            >You are distracted from your playing by a scream of terror somewhere far away.

                                            >Moving your attention elsewhere, you come across a sinking ship in a storm.

                                            >Most of the seamares got to the lifeboats and were safe, except one.

                                            >She is struggling, trying to stay afloat, but it's obvious she's going to die in a minute or two.

                                            >Not on your watch.

                                            >"Help! Captain! Somepony, please! Don't leave me here! He-grbbl!"

                                            >She chokes as some water gets in her throat.

                                            >You push her to the side, making a large wave.

                                            >She screams, paddling and trying to stay afloat.

                                            >From the other side, you push a broken piece of the ship.

                                            >The mare collides with the large chunk of wood, grabbing on.

                                            >Sobbing in relief, she climbs on, breathing heavily.

                                            >You rearrange your currents the tiniest bit, pushing her to shore.

                                            >It's a few days later.

                                            >The mare got to the shore safely, as did her crew.

                                            >She's now standing on the sea - your - shore on a dock, recounting her experiences to a crewmate.

                                            >"Oh, it wanted to keep me, it did! I grabbed on to that piece of wood with tooth and hoof, though, and didn't let go! Ya can't sink this mare that easily! You hear that, you cold cunt? I ain't afraid of ya! Ya wanted ta drown me, and I survived!"

                                            >Excuse you?!!!

                                            >That bitch!

                                            >You saved her ass, and she's giving you shit?

                                            >You didn't even have anything to do with the ship's sinking!

                                            >That was the storm, and you can't control those.

                                            >You grumble furiously, your foul mood translated into the sea suddenly getting violent.

                                            >"Uh..."

                                            >Her crewmate gets nervous. Good.

                                            >A huge wave suddenly jumps at the mare, slamming her against the ground.

                                            >She grabs on to a railing, barely holding on from getting dragged back into the sea as the wave recedes.

                                            >"M-maybe you sh-shouldn't taunt the sea there, matey..." The crewmate stammers, terror clear in her voice.

                                            >The mare coughs, spitting out water.

                                            >I'm sorry! I'm- I'm sohhryyyy!"

                                            >She wails, running away.

                                            >Oops. Looks like you made her cry.

                                            >Well, she was really rude. Seriously. As a mare, you did your best to protect all mares crossing your waters. (And stallions, and other creatures. You weren't sexist.)

                                            >Good lesson for her, you suppose.

                                            >Back to splashing around.


                                            >Some time passes.

                                            >Suddenly, you hear someone address you.

                                            >"Mighty Mare! The One of Dark Depths and Fierce Currents! Everlasting and Magnificent!"

                                            >What's this, then?

                                            >Seems to be an island of some kind.

                                            >"We beseech you, grant us safe passage through your waves! Let our fishing boats be safe so that we may return home again, laden with your generous bounty!"

                                            >Oh, well, sure thing, buddy. I kind of do that already, so there's no need to ask, but it's nice of you to-

                                            >"To sate your hunger, were present you this! An offering, pure and true!"

                                            >Hold up, what?

                                            >A rather feminine crying reaches your "ears".

                                            >Are they... Sacrificing mares... To you?

                                            >Hold the phone. Hold the presses! Hold fucking everything, you didn't agree to this!

                                            >HOLD THE FUCK UP.

                                            >As you scramble and panic, they toss the creature into your waters.

                                            >Yup, it's a mare, tied up and weighted down with rocks.

                                            >She holds her breath, but she sinks to the bottom very, very fast.

                                            >Crap crap crap crap crap.

                                            >You twist your waters and currents, harder than ever before.

                                            >You pick the weakly struggling mare up, dragging her along the bottom and to the shore.

                                            >You make sure to bring her to a secluded cove further to the side, where whichever scumbags that tried to kill her couldn't see her.

                                            >She coughs and sputters, breathing heavily.

                                            >You can't do anything about her ropes, unfortunately.

                                            >Luckily, that soon sorts itself out as she works herself free.

                                            >They probably didn't bother tying her up super thoroughly, given that she was likely going to die in minutes.

                                            >After a while of catching her breath, she stands up, looking around.

                                            >"What... What happened...? Did someone pull me out? Hello?"

                                            >No one answers her.

                                            >She is still standing in shallow water.

                                            >You send a small wave over her legs, caressing her gently.

                                            >"Mare...?"

                                            >Surprisingly, ponies used the same horse-latin as humans did some time ago, and some of them still call the sea "mare".

                                            >She stands there for a while, likely wondering what to do next.

                                            >Eventually, she sits down, running her hooves through your water.

                                            >"Mare...? Did you spare my life?"

                                            >You send another wave, gently caressing her cheek before splashing back.

                                            >She starts crying, adding droplets of saltwater to you.

                                            >Awww. Poor mare.

                                            >T-thank you... *sniff* Thank you..."

                                            >The cute mare sits there with you for a while, crying in relief.

                                            >You stay with her, gently caressing her with your waves, plotting the ABSOLUTE MURDERFEST YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING COMMIT ON THAT FUCKING ISLAND

                                            >Killing cute mares for some dumbass sacrifice? Seriously.

                                            >You never made a tsunami before, but you bet you could pull it off if you wanted to.

                                            >In the end, she calms down, splashing the water a bit.

                                            >"Mare? May I beg of you a favor?"

                                            >You listen. There's not much you can do for her on land.

                                            >"If I come back, they'll more than likely be furious, and kill me on the spot, tossing my dead body into your waters as an "apology" for my "escape." I never agreed with their beliefs about you, and they have been looking for an excuse to get rid of me forever. I have to get off this island, but I have no way except for grabbing a log from the beach and jumping into the waters. Merciful, kind Mare... Will you take me away from here?"

                                            >You send another bigger wave, trying to reassure her.

                                            >"I'll... I'll take that as a yes. Be right back."

                                            >She leaves the water, trotting towards the beach.

                                            >A few minutes later, a log splashes into you, the mare climbing on and paddling away from the island.

                                            >"This is it. I am in your hooves, merciful Mare. Please, bring me far, far away from here."

                                            >You gladly oblige, pulling her towards a current that leads to a safe shore.

                                            >It takes a while, obviously, and the poor mare is suffering from dehydration by the time you get her to land again.

                                            >Luckily, some ponies notice her, pulling her out.

                                            >"Damn, where'd she come from?"

                                            >"Must be some castaway or survivor from some shipwreck. She's real lucky to survive. The sea is a harsh and cruel mistress."

                                            >That wakes the mare up from her delirium, a little bit.

                                            >"Don't you dare badmouth her! The Mare is merciful and kind!"

                                            >Immediately, she collapses again.

                                            >The two ponies are confused, but shrugh and bring her to a hospital.

                                            >You chuckle, feeling pretty good.

                                            >Time to go fuck with those islanders.

                                            >You spend some time screwing with the island's inhabitants.

                                            >Your murderous rage had passed, so you don't just wipe them out like you were planning.

                                            >There might be more innocents on that island, after all. Like the cute mare.

                                            >But you make sure to rock their fishing boats hard, interrupting their business.

                                            >They panic, rumors of the Mare being angry spreading through the island.

                                            >Not that they're wrong.

                                            >They even talk about making another sacrifice, since the last one obviously wasn't enough.

                                            >Yeah, no.

                                            >You listen carefully, watching the island.

                                            >When they start gathering for a sacrifice, you send out a huge wave, washing them all off the pier, scattering them in a panic.

                                            >The message is pretty clear.

                                            >No more living sacrifices on your watch.

                                            >You spend about a week more wrecking their boats and generally making your displeasure known.

                                            >Soon after, they're wailing and crying at the shore, begging for mercy.

                                            >Least they're not offering any more sacrifices. Fucking savages.

                                            >You leave them alone then, looking elsewhere.

                                            >Sighing, you try to clear your mind.

                                            >The past few weeks have made you really angry.

                                            >You spend a few days doing nothing, not even feeling up the cute mares taking swims in your waters.

                                            >Soon, though, you hear something again.

                                            >"Kind, merciful Mare, thank you for saving my life..."

                                            >"Uhh, gal, whatche'r doin' kneeling like that in the water? Not plannin' on drownin' yerself, are ye?"

                                            >You focus on the patch of water you hear the voices from.

                                            >Huh. It looks like you brought the cute mare from the island to the same spot you brought the sailor mare.

                                            >Small world.

                                            >The two are talking, the cute one with her muzzle to the water, the sailor standing at the very edge of where the waves can reach her.

                                            >"I wouldn't be able to if I tried, I think. The Mare, in all her kind spirit, would not allow it."

                                            >"You sun-touched a bit there, gal? Fried your head a mite? The sea don't care, and I wouldn't be sayin' such things. Ya might live to regret them."

                                            >"Shut your lying hole, filthy slanderer," the cute mare snarls fiercely.

                                            >The sailor mare is stunned.

                                            >"Wot?! The hay is wrong with ye?! I'm tryin' ta help ya here, ya fool! I know what I'm talkin' about, me own ship capsized not a month ago and I barely survived! Now get out of tha water before ya hurt yerself, ya-"

                                            >"FOOL! The Mare spared your life, and you call her uncaring? Ungrateful nag..."

                                            >"Look, I learned not ta anger the sea, alright? Got taught that right and proper when I went to the shore. I learned that. Don't mean the sea cares, alright? Now come on, let's get you out-"

                                            >The cute mare snorts derisively, wading deeper.

                                            >"Hey! Stop!"

                                            >The sailor mare wants to go after her, but doesn't dare go in deeper, trotting in place nervously.

                                            >Looks like you made her scared.

                                            >The cute mare, meanwhile, is wading deeper and deeper, not even trying to stay afloat.

                                            >"Kind Mare, I apologise, but she made me so furious... If you will it, please teach her a lesson..."

                                            >You're pretty amused by this.

                                            >Yeah, why not.

                                            >You send out a large wave from deeper in, sending it towards the cute mare.

                                            >She goes deeper and deeper until she goes under, trusting you fully.

                                            >"NO! No no no, come back here, ye moron! Ye'll die!"

                                            >The wave picks her up, carrying her to the shore, depositing her perfectly standing on the beach.

                                            >The sailor mare coughs and sputters in disbelief as the cute mare stands there regally, soaked and dripping your water.

                                            >You don't see it, but you imagine she's smiling smugly.

                                            >"See? The Mare is kind and loving, not this "harsh and cruel mistress" manure you sailor mares have been spreading.

                                            >"I- Wha- Buh-"

                                            >It takes the sailor mare a while to gather her withs.

                                            >Eventually, she comes to the most logical and reasonable conclusion.

                                            >"Bloody Tartarus, I need a drink."

                                            >The cute mare snorts.

                                            >"And yer comin' with me, mare. I want to hear yer story about how you became this sea mistress, able to rule the waves with a word."

                                            >"I- What?! I am no mistress of the Mare. I am merely a pony, one which the mare showed great mercy to when she could have left me to drown."

                                            >"Alright, alright, let's get to a tavern and you can tell me more. I need that damn drink, seriously."

                                            >Rumors of your mare-saving shenanigans spread.

                                            >Ponies start thinking of you more like a person rather than a force of nature.

                                            >They're not entirely wrong.

                                            >Soon enough, they're trying to make friends with you, or at least, be brown nosers and butter you up.

                                            >Mostly the latter, since it's largely sailors trying to gain your favor for safe passage.

                                            >There's rituals and offerings, though fortunately no living beings.

                                            >Some throw coins, not that you care much.

                                            >Others pour rum or ale as they party on the beaches, treating you like a part of their crews.

                                            >They sing shanties to you, dancing and frolicking as they have fun.

                                            >Those are honestly more fun. You like those mares. And you can even sort of taste the booze for the briefest moment before it dissolves.

                                            >You make sure to give the ships of those mares an extra push when they need it, bringing them to harbor quickly and safely.

                                            >Then there's the other rituals, where a bunch of mares gather in the water, splashing around dramatically and showering you in praise and overblown titles.

                                            >It's more brown-nosing, mostly, but you do enjoy having lots of mares in you to cuddle.

                                            >You send waves to the overenthusiastic ones, spanking them on the rumps when they overdo it with the ass-kissing.

                                            >Unfortunately, that gets misinterpreted, and they start saying that you like spanking and fondling shapely mare flanks.

                                            >...Well, they're not entirely wrong, but still.

                                            >The fact that you're a mare, and you're supposedly into mares (Even though the two words are from totally different languages) makes you a sort of symbol for all the mares that are into other mares.

                                            >They tend to gather for their own "rituals", pairs of mares finding secluded coves with warm, shallow water, making out furiously with each other while lying in the shallow water. And you feel everything that they do in the water.

                                            >They grope, fondle and caress their mare bodies, nipping at each other's slender mare necks, rubbing their delicate mare hooves through their soft mare coats, their long, luscious mare tails spreading out in the water as they cum, spilling their mare juices all over you, moaning in pleasure.

                                            >...

                                            >...You're okay with this.

                                            >And so you live, the mare-Anon, not quite the way you expected, but things worked out in the end.