My First Maregasm


                                            'My First Maregasm' by Anonfilly


                                            >be in a convenience store, late at night

                                            >just out to buy a snack

                                            >and to get your tiny bit of exercise and human interaction for the day.

                                            >order comes out to $11.37

                                            >that's exactly what you had in coins

                                            >kraft dinner, frozen fries, frozen mixed vegetables, canned hot dogs, generic white bread

                                            >you smirk for a moment, pretending it's like you won a small lottery

                                            >there's a girl in line behind you, and you consider striking up conversation

                                            >something about this girl catches your eye.

                                            >maybe it's the colourful friendship bracelet, or the practical cut of her hair

                                            >you feel like maybe she'd actually be worth talking to

                                            >immediately sweaty palms

                                            >'nah, I'm blocking her exit. I don't want to look like a creep.'

                                            >walking home, back to work

                                            >working from home just made it harder to escape, they have you working any hours of the day

                                            >seems there's just no escape from this mess

                                            >but at least you can smoke pot while you work.

                                            >get_miles.mp3

                                            >the walk home is uneventful

                                            >aside from the sirens and seeing someone get pulled over, but that's none of your business

                                            >the license plate was '420 HPS', which sticks in your mind because it made you chuckle.

                                            >they had a trailer hitched to the back, too.

                                            >still, none of your business

                                            >before long, you're back in the numb tranced state of reading and typing vaguely meaningful information on your computer.

                                            >somebody somewhere has to be getting value out of this, even if you can't see how.

                                            >your failed computer science degree still haunts you to this day, in the way of excrutiatingly crippling credit card bills

                                            >that bastard still keeps calling you on your supposed house phone number

                                            >it's been over 5 years at this point, aren't they supposed to give up after a while?

                                            >he's the only person who calls you on that line these days

                                            >you've learned to near completely tune out the tones at this point

                                            >you can't even remember what a girl looks like in person, can you?

                                            >let alone know how to talk to one

                                            >you're depressed.

                                            >'time for another bong rip', you think as you hit save on your latest document

                                            >some of the bong water spills as you're setting up, and it stains your pants with a black splotch

                                            >you haven't changed the water or cleaned the bong in literal months, and it literally stinks worse than ass.

                                            >you start to strip to go shower, but at that moment, you pick up the scent of burning food coming from the kitchen

                                            >fuck. nothing is going right today.

                                            >you ask to the faded rainbow dash figure inside the bong 'what would you do?'

                                            >you totally forgot you'd even put her in there

                                            >not even sure if it was you who did it

                                            >it could have been that one guy who grew his own weed you used to have around

                                            >you don't even remember his name or what he looked like, and you haven't heard from him in some time

                                            >probably lost their phone number, and everyone uses discord now anyway

                                            >got damn if that wasn't the best weed you've ever had, though

                                            >you stopped caring about that show years ago, anyway

                                            >drag yourself to the kitchen and deal with the burning fries

                                            >suppress a whine as you force yourself to eat some of it, just to punish yourself for wasting food.

                                            >how did you ever allow things to get this out of hand

                                            >look around at the grimey cooktop, ziploc bags on the floor, receipts, stale open beer cans, vodka coolers, hair stuck to the tiles

                                            >half-washed dishes with a subtle layer of nasty grease sit haphazardly in the sink

                                            >you've had so many people in and out of this apartment that you don't know which messes are yours and which aren't, anyway

                                            >you shake your head like an etch-a-sketch and get back to what you were supposed to be doing, having a shower

                                            >throw towel over rail, turn on the hot water, lift the shower head once again to its correct position

                                            >the pipes begin to hiss, and knock

                                            >god damn this apartment is shitty

                                            >at least you have your asus laptop, and your Razer Kraken headset.

                                            >escaping into a world that's independent of the vortex of shit that exists around you gives you some respite, so long as your DSL is stable

                                            >you're staring at hair in the drain as hot water flows over your motionless body

                                            >you twist around on a heel to grab your 4-in-1 bathroom gel (shampoo, conditioner, body gel, shave gel)

                                            >something greasy gives way under you and for a moment you're in freefall, lunging forward with an arm

                                            >lack of adhesive ducks

                                            ...

                                            "it's rinse, lather, then rinse again, idiot!"

                                            images of hay fields from the window of a car

                                            "don't forget to clean your razor out, fucktard"

                                            an endless staircase, resonating and shimmering beneath you, surrounded by a mess of cat5e cables

                                            and what appear to be file cabinets that look like windows file icons from the front

                                            are you dying?

                                            "what are you, dying?"

                                            you hear a raspy, girlish voice, and a blurry image of a pony

                                            "one of us! one of us!"

                                            "I thought I raised a real man."

                                            a loud, vinyl scratch sound, and an old style cassette player getting caught up in itself.

                                            a gruff voice: "I'm going to make you a mare."

                                            the sound of running water, and swirling rainbows escaping from your mouth as you lean over the edge of something

                                            back to the hay fields, this time at night, feeling cosy and leaning against the car door

                                            oh, to be young again

                                            hazy images of the view from a hospital bed, wires and tubes running to a bleeping machine

                                            a person rushing up to you, you can't make out their face but they look.. angry?

                                            now you're on your back, floating on a pool of water

                                            it smells salty, and as you turn your head you can't seem to find the edges, it's just flat water against a moonless night sky as far as your eyes can see

                                            you watch ripples propogate on and on until they fade out of view, with each little movement of your body

                                            there's a roaring in your ears

                                            ......

                                            >the next thing you're aware of is a stinging pain radiating from your left temple, and lukewarm water spluttering on you

                                            >great, now you'll have a massive water bill to pay again.

                                            >wincing and forcing your eyes open, you're made aware that you broke the shower curtain rod again

                                            >looking up from your position, low in the tub

                                            >but the sides of the tub look way farther away than would make sense

                                            >what position even is your body in

                                            >look down and instantly jolt in shock, your head smacks against the floor of the tub

                                            >...green?

                                            >you close your eyes tightly and try to calm your breathing.

                                            >not another panic attack, thank you.

                                            >this could just a false awakening, but you can't be sure

                                            >breathe in, count to four. breathe out, count to four.

                                            >fuck, your breathing sounds off too.

                                            >as you steadily regain your senses, more of them call back with an unexpected signal

                                            >everything is weird. everything.

                                            >what the fuck just happened

                                            >aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHGHGHGHHHHHHH

                                            >snap your eyes open and lean your head up to assess the damage

                                            >a green, furred body lays sprawled out before you, with a wet, uncomfortably placed tail against the bath tub floor.

                                            >what. is. this. shit.

                                            >you look like a pony.

                                            >you ARE a pony.

                                            >specifically, a 'My Little' pony.

                                            >are you in an episode of the x-files or some shit?

                                            >are you going insane?

                                            >did that one bong rip finally give you a fucking psychotic break?

                                            >you'd heard weird shit about cannabis, but this is another level entirely.

                                            >hopefully you'll snap out of this shit soon.

                                            >you don't know how to handle it if this sticks around for long.

                                            >then a thought arrives in your head, and you pull your unfamiliar lips into a smirk

                                            >'welp, if people are gonna call me crazy regardless, I might as well have fun with this.'

                                            >like I'm going to tell anyone I'm seeing shit like this anyway.

                                            >shuffling back to prop your head up on the end of the tub, you twist your body a bit to free your tail, and spread those hind legs

                                            >yep, that's a marehood.

                                            >although the thought makes you uncomfortable, you're acutely aware that this is something many people _dream_ of.

                                            >inspecting more closely, you find small, tender teats among the fur above it, and the transition from fur to coloured skin approaching your labia majora.

                                            >the moist bathroom air, dank with humidity, is warm against your now exposed sensitive flesh.

                                            >you bring a hoof closer, resting it on a thigh

                                            >are you really gonna do this shit dude.

                                            >yeah, you're gonna do this shit. fuck knows you could do with some real pleasure in your life

                                            >even if it does come as part of a drug induced psychotic episode, or head trauma induced hallucination.

                                            >you're breathing a little faster now, your cheeks feel warm, your head a little dizzy.

                                            >something is.. different. not just about your body, but in your brain too.

                                            >doubts and fears seem to slip away, like trying to hold on to wet spaghetti with spoons.

                                            >the burnt food in the kitchen is the least of your concerns

                                            >the creditor? non-existent

                                            >work is just a dream

                                            >so long as you can satisfy the needs of your body, you know you'll be happy.

                                            >everything else will just fall into place.

                                            >attention turns back to your marehood, now tingling with need

                                            >it's starting to get really really tense inside.

                                            >these feelings are arousing you in ways you didn't think were possible

                                            >the hiss and trickling of water from the shower is the only thing in the background of your little world

                                            >the flesh feels sweaty, like clammy hands

                                            >it's like being parched, with saliva dripping off your tongue.

                                            >dizziness and confusion intensify as you fumble around with your hoof

                                            >you've never experienced this before. not a single thing like it.

                                            >the wetness between your flanks feels smooth and slick, yet warm and sticky at the same time.

                                            >are you really going to touch it?

                                            >yes you are, mare.

                                            >The slightest brush of your hoof against your newfound marehood sends tingly jolts, like static electricty, travelling throughout your lower regions.

                                            >sheets of velvet rubbing together, with fine silk in between

                                            >it makes your hooves clench up, and you grit your herbivore teeth.

                                            >your lips are very sensitive, but not even coming close to how sensitive your new labia are.

                                            >you haven't even tried spreading them wide yet, just the slightest stretch and the cool air makes you shiver and freeze up

                                            >angling your hoof to push further in, you caution a guess at how this will make you feel

                                            >and imagining just makes the sensations stronger without you even noticing.

                                            >the sensations swirl in your head, coming and going from your conscious mind, much like the rainbow swirls in your dream, imposed upon your inner space.

                                            >was it a dream, really?

                                            >you close your eyes and continue to touch, venturing further, the swirls intensifying

                                            >filled with fractals and DNA structures

                                            >you watch these patterns form like silicone flowing out of a 3d printer nozzle, sculpting your new body.

                                            >forming you and your body perfectly, layer by layer, like tectonic plates

                                            >far below, you feel the building of an earthquake as these great shifts take place

                                            >but you know you're only just scratching the surface until you have your first maregasm.

                                            >these feelings are worth more than money

                                            >it's a beautiful shining jewel, floating before you

                                            >the juices flow around your hoof as it works its magic

                                            >running down your flanks, evaporating, making them extra sensitive to the slight breeze of air from the open door (that you thought was closed)

                                            >you're becoming more aware of yourself

                                            >aware of your desires, of desire.

                                            >like the energy inside of a rubber band or a stretched balloon

                                            >it snaps and smacks like sour gummies and lingers like butter tarts

                                            >it sticks on your body

                                            >like a microbiome, living on you, defining you

                                            >a symbiosis

                                            >you pant, and you can hear the maregasm building in your voice

                                            >you're still not done yet, it's building.

                                            >like ice cream with tortoiseshell sauce

                                            >loaded with hot fudge and brownie bits

                                            >crusted with glitter and flake gold

                                            >the swirls in your mind dance with colours that seem to define you, your new desires, your priorities

                                            >Marachino cherry juice and lime gelled dessert

                                            >your marehood feels dry as a desert yet flows like a waterfall

                                            >peppermint toppers

                                            >tingles like little brushies all across your body

                                            >you're getting really sensitive now

                                            >fur standing on end, tiny pressure points on each of the hair follicles

                                            >you're thinking of the future

                                            >bright sunbeams of joy in your world

                                            >the tenderness of fulfillment

                                            >it's coming. it's your future.

                                            >it only deepens your imagination more and more, there seems to be no end

                                            >like a stream, churning on and on

                                            >eroding resistances in its path

                                            >you bite your lip hard, your body tensing in waves, you're not far away now

                                            >you're going to be a real mare.

                                            >it's all you need. all you want.

                                            >a wave is crashing

                                            >convulsions in your nethers, heat through the edges of your whole body

                                            >you're dimly aware of hot juices squirting around your hoof as you start to pass out, mouth hanging open

                                            >staring blearily at a stain of mould on the ceiling until your eyes drift closed

                                            >perfect sleep.

                                            >to be continued, if you want?