Call of the Wild

by Rustle my Jimmies

First published 13th of November, 2013

First I wondered why the horses I worked with started to act weird around me. Then I wondered why I got turned into a cartoon pony! And then I wondered if horses and cartoon ponies are really that different where it counts...

(Story is on hiatus for now.)

I've been working at this racetrack for years, so why are all the horses acting weird around me all of a sudden? And what's up with my roommate complaining that my room reeks like a stable? Well, it only took growing fur, hooves, a mane, and a muzzle for me to understand what was happening. Urgh, and that's not even the worst part, I also lost my manhood, and my new nethers feel like they're on fire! There's nopony around here to help me 'scratch that itch' either! Who could I possible get together with when I'm the only pony on Earth? This sucks!

Well, actually, I suppose there are some other ponies that might be interested... It wouldn't be wrong since we're all technically ponies... right?

Warning: This story contains explicit sequences of intercourse between a man-turned-mare and feral horses. If you are not interested in reading about the strictly physical relationship between the two groups, I highly suggest that you do not read this story. This was written with no other aspect in mind other than as "fetish fuel". You have been warned.

Thank you Scrub and Refro for editing!

A big thank you to Twisted Spectrum for helping with just about everything! You're the best!

Prologue

Discord’s eyes snaked up and down, observing the curvaceous features of the princess as his forked tongue poked in and out of his mouth. He had always wondered what made that trotting piece of eye candy taste so good to look at. It could have been a spell, or maybe she managed to burn off a few extra calories with couple strenuous libido exercises. Well, it was neither proper, nor his place for him to question her lifestyle. In fact, he was there for an entirely different reason. And surprisingly, it didn’t involve sex this time.

Or so he thought.

“Really Celestia, you must keep those curtains drawn. It get’s awfully nippy in here,” Discord called out, shattering the silence about the room. Celestia turned around having been busy writing a letter. Perhaps her faithful student, Twilight Sparkle, who last time Discord checked, was still a pompous busy-body who loved rules more than entertainment value.

“Discord,” she replied. “I didn't hear you come in.”

Discord slid on the air as he swirled around overhead, coming to a stop in the space above the princess's head. ”So, what's so important that you had to drag me out of my quarters and into yours, and at such a late hour? Usually I'd say it can wait until morning, but if this is another one of your… quarterly yearnings, then I think we can work out a deal.” Suddenly, a rose appeared out of nowhere and landed in Discord’s mouth. “¿Estás listo para follar?”

Celestia rolled her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

He nodded and smiled. She was right, of course.

“No, I’m not in heat… right this minute. But there is something that has come up, and I don’t know who else to turn to.”

Discord began floating in the air above Celestia, teetering back and forth on an invisible rope as he strummed a ukulele that had somehow ended up in his claws. The tune was easy and soft, mimicking the gentle flick of his tail back and forth. Almost like a metronome keeping a slightly off numbered count.

“So, you’ve reached the end of your rope and come crawling to me to help fix it, huh? Isn’t it usually the other way around? In fact, I’m the one usually begging to get you to lift that pretty tail of yours.”

Celestia blushed for a moment and then shook her head. “You twist my words, Discord. I’ve simply come to you as a friend and requested that you assist me with the well being of Equestria as a sovereign state.”

Discord looked up, slightly confusedly. “Equestria?”

Celestia’s brow furrowed. “Yes, Equestria. What else would this be about?”

Discord looked puzzled for a moment, but shook his head and turned back to her with a smile. “I apologize. I've been a bit confused lately.”

Celestia rolled her eyes and nodded. “I understand. Now, can we get back to the issue?”

Discord nodded.

“Alright, now, have you heard mention of the Griffon’s new invention?”

Discord lit up. “Ah yes, the one that’s meant to tear into the sides of buildings and rip off the walls! Very chaotic. I love it!” He grinned at the mare, but she didn’t grin back.

“Well, that’s good, if you were a griffon!”

“Well, I am part griffon, but for the sake of continuity, what's your point?”

Celestia’s hoof met her face with a ‘clop’. “My point is, is that these other nations are producing weapons and armies faster than we ever hope to achieve! Just recently, we've discovered that the changeling army that invaded the Crystal Empire has grown nearly twice in size. We hardly have a military at all! This monstrosity is just the first step. Soon, they'll have weapons capable of taking out entire scores of the guard.”

Discord looked at her and shook his head. “And whose fault would that be?”

Celestia stomped her hoof down. “Discord! I do not need this right now! It looks like we've got a mountain coming down on us, and you’re sitting here cracking jokes!”

Discord stopped smiling. He hated when things got serious. It left very little to the imagination. “Alright, you’ve got my attention. Not all of it. But some.”

Celestia looked down for a moment and then scrunched up her face in thought. Finally, she looked back up at the draconequus. “We need more ponies. It’s as plain as that.”

He scratched his chin a bit. “A bit of cannon fodder I take it? My my, Celestia. And here I thought you were the princess who would throw her own sister into the moon to save her precious ponies." She grimaced, and he patted her on the head, deep in thought. "Well, I mean, there’s the long way to do it… but from the looks of your demeanor, you have neither the time, nor the patience.

She nodded.

“I’m not sure what to tell you. I’ve got the ability to change somepony’s body, but I can’t change their will. Odds are, they would all demand their old bodies back. You might even get one of those angry mobs like when your sister took over all those years ago.”

“But…” Discord continued. “If I've learned anything in my life, it's that there are always ways to get around the rules. If the ends justify the means... I suppose we could always take a few from that one place.”

Celestia turned her head for a moment. “What are you talking about?"

Discord grinned. "I think I know a place where the inhabitants would be more than happy to be your subjects."

She looked at him and narrowed her eyes. It was a foolish idea to strike a bargain with Discord. It was even more ridiculous to expect it to work. But she sighed. Things were getting to be a little too much to handle regarding foreign affairs. She could only nod.

Discord snapped his fingers and popped by the door. “Alright, I agree to help you, but on one condition.”

“And what would that be?”

His smile was as malicious as his intent. “Oh, I think you know.”

Celestia bit her lip. She knew what was coming. In every sense of the phrase, too. She didn't want to feed his insatiable desire to torment her psychologically. But she had to.

Although... she didn't see why she might as well get something out of it. After all, if there was one thing Discord liked to do, it was bargain. “Alright, but you have to do one thing for me. A single condition.”

“Oh, I always use one of those! Don’t worry, it’s not like I can even get you pre—”

“No!” she interrupted, a fierce blush lighting up her face like a fire. “I was going to say be on your best behavior when you go out wherever it is you're going! I don't even want to know where that is. Just do it... safely.”

Discord laughed. “You’ve got it, Celestia! I won’t harm a hair on their little, human bodies.”

She eyed him warily. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Discord appeared in a bright flash of light, craning his neck over the dimly lit street below him. It was quiet. Much too quiet to be the destination he had intended. Though, his magic was halted by the sound of heavy footsteps followed by the crash of a trash can falling over. He grinned. This was why he was here.

The human swayed back and forth as he struggled to stay on his feet. He was drunk. Discord could smell him. It almost made him gag. He was a wreck. He was a slob. He was… perfect.

“Hello, human,” Discord said, swooping down in front of the man who jumped at the surprise. Perhaps he wasn’t too drunk after all. The man's chest heaved with heavy breathe as he looked at the strange creature up and down, trying to focus as if he had stumbled upon an apparition. His eyes were a deep hazel, and his hair was a closely-cropped brown. He wore dirty jeans and a t-shirt that Discord couldn't identify with. A cultural thing, probably, Discord suspected.

He cleared his throat and started talking. Though, to Discord, the man's words seemed more closely relate to gibberish than actual communication. His words were slurred, but they sounded like this: “Discerdth… whaff arg ya doiong her…”

Discord rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. “Say again?”

“Discord, what are you doing here?! You're supposed to be in my computer! Er..." He looked down at his hands and his eyes widened. "Am I in my computer?”

The draconequus seemed distraught for a second, but rolled his eyes again and grinned. “Oh, well, that’s simple, my dear homo sapian. I’ve come a very long way to offer you the deal of your pathetic little lifetime.”

“A deal!?” the man asked as he almost fell off his feet. “You’re not even real!" He rubbed his eyes and belched a disgusting gas. "I think I’m drunk as a skunk!” he hiccuped.

“Indeed you are,” Discord said with a grimace. “But if you’d quit acting like one for a few seconds, we can move this a whole lot faster. Believe it or not, I’ve got a busy schedule tonight, and I’d rather not stay out for longer than I have to.”

The man’s eyes shrank and widened as he tried to get a picture of the creature in front of him. “Wait,” he said suddenly. “Don’t move. I dropped my wallet.”

Discord shook his head as he watched the man crawl around on the ground before heaving everything in his stomach out on the sidewalk. He almost felt sort of bad for the human. Despite the common belief that he loved everything discorded and out of place, he never much liked the sight of a sick creature. Or a creature being sick, rather. He loved illness of the mind and soul, not the degradation of bodily functions. That was just gross.

The man wiped his mouth and rubbed his eyes, slowly opening them like a mole coming out of the ground.

“Are you quite finished?”

The man nodded.

“Good,” he said, sailing back up into the air. “Now, I’ve got a few questions for you.”

The man nodded. Discord snapped his fingers, but instead of concocting chaotic magic, it only caught the man’s attention. What little attention he had to give in his inebriated state.

“How would you like to have your biggest dream come true?”

The man lit up. “You mean, you’re gonna get Natalie Portman to suck my dick!?"

“No, you idiot!” he snarled. “I mean your dream of living in Equestria.”

The man looked startled and he took another swig of his whiskey bottle. “No way!” he said in disbelief. “You mean Equestria’s real?!”

Discord only nodded. This guy was fucking annoying… Okay, Discord, just a few more seconds and he’ll be gone until Tuesday. Please, just don't let anypony else be so... gross.

“Fuck yeah!” the man shouted.

Discord put on a fake smile and clapped his hands. “It’s settled then. I’ll send you a notice within a few days. It’ll give all the directions you need and tell you all that good stuff. Just be ready to leave once the transformation is complete.”

“Transformation?” the man replied, shivering even though it wasn’t cold.

Discord nodded. “You don’t expect to go to Equestria as a human, do you?”

“I-I guess not. So… how is that gonna work?”

Suddenly, Discord appeared in front of a big chalk board wearing a lab coat, big black spectacles with tape on the rim, and a globe. Discord imagined that he looked very erudite and educated. It also occurred to him that he never went to school before. “You see, over the course of the next few days, my magic will be moving through your veins as it shifts your DNA.” The drunk man seemed to understand given his nodding, but from the look of his glazed eyes, it was quite impossible to tell just how much was getting through. “And then, one night, you’ll fall asleep and wake up as a cute little pony.”

The drunk man nodded as if he completely understood. “So is that it? Can I go to sleep now?”

Discord was about to fly off into the night, but his face contorted into a look of epiphany, and he sprang up. “Oh, I almost forgot! What type of pony do you want? Unicorn? Pegasus? Is there something you’re after?”

The man stared off into space for a good little while before Discord snapped his fingers in front of him, catching his attention.

“Something I’m after?”

The draconequus nodded.

“What do I want? Oh, man. I want me some pony pussy! You know, all the sex I can handle!” He smiled and fell over on his back, instantly asleep.

Discord looked up for a minute and then back down at the human. Well, that certainly was a strange request. He wondered if the human really meant what he had said, or if it was the whiskey talking. Though, he quickly shrugged it off. He had a lot more stops that night, and he couldn’t spend all his time trying to wake up the town drunk. He sighed, shook his head, and snapped his fingers

In an instant, he was gone.

Author's Notes:

The prologue of this story was written after the first two chapters had already been posted. It's written in 3rd person past tense for the sake of time and efficiency of handling background information. The rest of the story is written in first person present, and in my opinion, is much higher quality than this chapter. If I had it my way, this chapter would not even be a part of this story, but regardless, it gives required information for later parts of the story. Thanks for understanding.

Chapter One

I look behind me to make sure the coast is clear. Alright, good, door is closed, roommate isn't nearby, let's do this. I turn back to the computer monitor, clicking on the Google Chrome icon. Oh, incognito mode too, you can never be too safe. What I’m about to do may or may not be construed as incredibly fucked up… but hey, that’s never stopped me before, has it?

Oh, I see the artists have been incredibly busy while I was away! There’s a pic of Rarity enjoying a nice plate of steaming hot pussy, much to the pleasure of the always beautiful Rainbow Dash (who looks like she’s had plenty of water to drink), a drawing of Twilight who seems to be enjoying that rather well-endowed royal guard from behind… oh, and let’s go ahead and save that one. I scroll down to see a new set of pictures. One in particular catches my eye. Bravo, my good brony, that’s perfect.

Now, I’m not a man to gush about something, but certain things need to be said about this picture. She stands in front of me dark pink mare who teaches school to the foals in Ponyville, the sexy Ms. Cheerilee herself. Though, from this position, you’d hardly think she was a teacher. Those two bloated, puffy lips were spread apart, allowing the viewer to see the slick pink flesh of her inner pussy, just begging to have something slip in and rub it raw. At the very bottom, you could just make out the very tip of her clitoris, big and round just like a real horse’s. Her ring-shaped, pert looking plothole gave me shivers at the thought of prodding a finger or two in there. It certainly gave off a stretchy, elastic sort of vibe. The entire view looks so… inviting.

Welp, I found what I’m going to do for the next ten minutes.

I push up my keyboard and slowly move my hands down to my zipper. Thank you, god, for this opportunity to get my rocks off to some of the sexiest images I’ve ever seen. Nothing can ruin this moment.

“This is getting to become a big fucking problem, Dan…” a voice says, catching my attention from the open door to my room. Holy shit! I frantically turn over to see my roommate, Brian, standing with his arms crossed and a not so pleased look on his face. I scramble to minimize my browser and almost fall as I flip around in my rolly chair. Fuck! Did he see? If he saw, I’m so dead! Or… perhaps… he’ll be dead. I’m not going to lie. I’m thinking about the prospect of how long it would take to bury him somewhere in the woods…

“...and what would that be?” I ask. I really hope he didn’t see me clopping… please be about anything else. Shit, I think he can see past my poker face. I’m awful at poker! God, why did I never learn how to play poker?!

“Dude, you know damn well what I mean.” Well, shit. I wonder where I put my shovel. Couldn’t have gotten too far.

I look at him and raise an eyebrow, leaning back in my chair and trying to play it as cool as I possibly can, because after all, I’m innocent until proven guilty, right? I’ve seen A Few Good Men, and I’m pretty sure that was part of the movie. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t looking up something I wasn’t supposed to. What would make you think I was looking at some sort of weird porn?” I give a weak chuckle to mask my nervous composure. Ah damnit...

He just stares at me. “Brian, what the hell are you talking about? No!” He shakes his head. “I’m talking about that smell!”

What, can he smell me masturbating? Oh god, if I knew he had this power before, I would have done so much before now! Like solve crime! Or fart on his face while he’s asleep… well, more so than I do now.

He clips his pale nose with two fingers and rolls his other palm through his brown hair. I just sit there attempting to look as oblivious as ever. “What smell?” I ask as I give the air a few sniffs, trying to find the source of what he’s talking about. I even lift up my arms to see if it’s my B.O., but nope. Fresh as a daisy. Thanks Irish Spring™!

“You can’t be serious,” he says. “You’re not gonna tell me that you can’t smell that!”

I use my arms to waft a little bit of the surrounding area into my face, but still it smells like it always does: a bit of old pizza, dust, and vaseline. Nothin’ out of the ordinary, I suppose. Maybe a little musty, but otherwise, I still smell the same. Eventually, I get tired of guessing and throw up my hands while shaking my head. “What the hell are you talking about, man? I can’t smell shit.”

Suddenly, four loud bangs erupt from the ground below us accompanied by a shrill voice that seems to fill us both with terror. “Both of you! Quit cursing in front of Jesus!” Oh god, we woke her up!

“Sorry, Mrs. Cheswick!” we both call out, waiting to hear the familiar squeak of our old, vulcher of a landlord—she even has a grizzled neck—to sit back in her creaking chair. That lady is one crazy bat. This one time, she made us clean out the gutters of the building—which took about three hours—and gave us a nickel when we finished up. A nickel! I don’t even think a nickel was appropriate payment in the 1960’s. I mean, are we talking WWII era, or depression? Quite frankly, she could be either, and because of that, Brian and I have a running bet. He says she was a flapper in the 20’s, I say she was a member of the Nazi party back when Hitler was still kicking. Both sides are extremely credible at this point.

Brian turns and hisses at me. “This entire room smells like a horse!” I look at him with an incredulous expression. Really, dude. That’s what you’re complaining about?

“Well?” I say. “We do live near a race track… and work in the stables… with horses.” I roll my eyes. “That could explain why we smell like, oh, I dunno, horses.” For god sakes, he spends more time with them than I do! I should be the one complaining! “And hey, it’s not like you smell any better!”

He frowns at my sarcasm and shakes his head. “No, you’ve got something mixed up,” he says. “You see, I choose to shower on a regular basis and keep my clothing neatly packed in a hamper when they’re dirty.” He shuffles over to my bed. “While you, decide that showers are of the “optional” variety and stuff all your dirty clothes under your bed.” Without even looking, he reaches down and pulls out a sock from under my bed, holding it up to prove his point. In a very douchey way, I might add.

“See this sock?” I roll my eyes and give him an exasperated nod. “This sock is you,” he says. “Dirty, wadded up in its tiny little safe spot, and smelling of—you guessed it—horse.”

Come on, dude, I get the point.

“And do you know how this sock’s bunkmate feels?” I would tell you if I could find it… “It’s literally choking on the fumes ruminating off of that putrid, couch-potato sock that thinks it doesn’t know that he was just about to clop off to a close-up of pony vagina…”

My face goes red. What the…? I can only stare at him as he gives me a sly smile, and I know my cheeks are burning a bright red. Secret is blown! Abort! Abort! Get the shovel!

“That’s right, I know you’ve been getting your rocks off to My Little Pony,” I wince as his bluntness slaps my face like a cold fish, “but quite frankly, I don’t care as long as you don’t do it on my bed…” He scratches his head and walks over to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a beige towel. He throws it at me. “Now please, for the love of everything that’s holy, go take a shower while I disinfect the room with a gallon of Lemon Pledge.”

I’m too nervous to give him a straight up reply. I don’t even know how to respond. Literally, the biggest secret I’ve ever had was just thrown straight out into the open as if it were a question of what we were having for dinner. It’s out there… public information at this point. I mean, he’s probably not going to tell people, but… now there’s a loose end. What if I wanted to run for office one day?! How would it be if the mayor of some town was outed as having clopped off to pictures of sexy mares giving each other head!? Where the hell did I put that shovel!? Finally, I answer him.

“L-Lemon Pledge? Why lemons? I thought you hated lemons.”

“It’s better than horse apples,” he deadpans. “But seriously, get the fuck out.”

Begrudgingly, I get up from the small rolly chair next to my computer and take the towel with me into the small bathroom that adjoins our apartment. Before I close the door, I look back at Brian. The adrenaline-filled shock feeling was still there, but I managed to think of something to toss back at him. “Hey, that sock that you touched…” He looks at me. “Well, it’s not dirty because I wore it!” His face contorts in confusion as he glances down at the sock and throws it away as if it had the plague. His eyes flash red with anger before I slam the door and twist the knob to lock it, laughing to myself all the way. What a fuck.

Well, Brian knows that I’m a clopper… I’m not sure how I feel about that. He knew I was a brony of course, but he didn’t know how much of a brony I really was. Up until then, I thought I was getting away with murder, careful to lock the deadbolt, clear my internet history every time I finished up, discard of any sanitation products I had used afterwards... But this is an interesting development indeed. The secret’s out: I want to shag a pony. I wonder if my parents would be proud of me...

Brian likes ponies too; in fact, it’s why he’s my roommate, thanks to Craigslist. You would never assume that he watches a show like My Little Pony, especially from his looks. There’s a reason he works as a handyman at a horse racing track. The dude is strong. He’s got a chiseled jaw, bigger build, and a very leathery set of meat hooks. Seriously, the first time he shook my hand, I thought I was touching a baseball glove.

I take off my shirt and pants and look in the dirtied mirror on the wall above the porcelain sink. My face is rough. I haven’t shaved in the past couple days so I’ve got a shaggy looking layer of scraggle across my cheeks and around my mouth. Two gruff caterpillars sleep over my brown eyes as I stare back at the beginnings of mountain man syndrome. He’s not the prettiest girl at the ball, that’s for sure, but I’d say he’s a pretty handsome fellow.

I lift up my armpits and this time, I make sure to get a real good whiff of myself. I take in a deep breath and smell nothing out of the ordinary. It’s the same old sweaty, just-got-outta-bed-at-noon type of scent that drives all the ladies over the edge. I furrow my brow as I turn on the shower. Now, it might just be my opinion, but showering once a day is good, right? I can’t smell like a horse because of that, can I?

It’s only when I’m outside in the heat that I realize how tired I actually am. My legs… oh god, they’re burning as if I had run a marathon, and my arms feel tight as hell. But that’s not all. Worst of all, my bum is acting as if I had squatted a thousand pounds and then met an unfortunate end at the running of the bulls. It’s amazing how this wave of pain hadn’t hit me before, and ever since I walked out of the apartment complex and toward the stables right next door, I felt the aches steadily grow. I shrug it off (like a man!), though, as I make my way through the street and past the many spectators of today’s race. They’re here to gamble and not much else.

As I pass through the street, I suddenly feel very sick to my stomach. It passed over me as a gentle breeze rolled through my longer hair, carrying with it something that made my insides churn. I cover my nose and look around. People are walking every which way, talking to each other as I stood in the middle of the road. They range from wearing suits to tank tops, and from that I can tell who’s who, and who’s not. Though, over to my left, I spot the source of my distress.

It’s the hot dog stand… again. Seriously, it’s been like this for at least two days, and now it smells like something literally took a dump on a pile of rotting fish. I gag at the thought and nearly throw up at what I can taste in the air. I briefly considered talking to the owner yesterday, but then again, it’s not too big a deal I suppose. If this guy is selling bad food, someone will notice eventually… probably. Plus, I think I may be coming down with something; my whole olfactory sense has been going crazy lately. I mean, just yesterday, I was making my rounds with the oats I was feeding to the horses. They usually smell gross, but for some reason… they smelled delicious. I was almost tempted enough to take a handful to snack on in between jobs.

I continue to plug my nose as I enter the stable, coming to a halt in front of the first couple stalls. I take in a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. Now this is a smell I can get used to. It felt so familiar to me. So warm. So comfortable. It took a long time to get used to it, but it finally feels like I can tolerate that horse smell.

It almost feels sort of… welcoming in a way. Like, something I can’t describe. A sense of safety? Almost like I should sleep in here instead of that stuffy apartment with a closet brony who’s afraid to tell his own best friend what he likes? I shrug it off, though, and go back to my job.

I check the charts as I walk by the stalls. The first horse is a Quarter Horse mare with a black coat and a white diamond on her head. She nickers as I get close to her. I smile, she’s one of my favorites, and I love feeding her because she’s one of the more placid horses in terms of human contact. Most horses are pretty tame once they’ve been broken in, but sometimes, they get a little rowdy, especially with the crowd outside making all the noise that it does.

I open the gate and move inside, taking a large stack of hay in my arms. Again, they’re burning pretty badly, but I soldier on. It bothers me though, because I don’t ever get this sore. Even back when I lifted weights constantly, I’d never feel like this. In fact, it’s... getting worse as time passes. I drop the hay in her bucket and move to turn around. Though, something’s in the way.

I turn around to see the horse cutting me off, turned away, and raising her tail to me. A long equine slit stares me in the eye, and it winks at me as if it’s trying to tell me a joke. It’s dripping a discolored liquid every time it fidgets, telling me she’s lubricated and ready to go. I feel myself blush. “Oh geez,” I say, “you’re in heat…” I make a move around her, but she blocks my way and whinnies at me. She can see me with her neck bent halfway, so it might be a little difficult to get around her.

Suddenly, she begins to move back and I stumble backwards, hitting the far corner of the stall. Ouch! Oh, shit! I look back to see I have nowhere to run and my eyes widen as she refuses to cease her backward advances. “Bad horse! Bad!” I yell. “Don’t- mfff.”

I can’t breathe… oh god, I can’t breathe and my mouth feels a lot wetter than it should. I slap and hack at the mare in front of me, whipping her flanks with my free hand as I try to pry her lips from mine. And I don’t mean the lips on her mouth either…

“Kyhaaa!” I take in a deep breath and I slip past her, running around and slamming the stable door behind me, just to catch her before she followed me. “What the fuck!” I scream, wiping her juices from my mouth. I just gave oral to a mare… unwillingly. Was I… was I just molested by a female horse? I scrape at my tongue and feel like I’m about to hurl.

The mare simply watches me and bobs her head up and down. “Stupid horse!” She doesn’t understand me, of course. Quite honestly I don’t know what to do. I mean… I just french kissed a fucking horse! And not even the innocent kind of french kissing! The dirty kind… the kind that you don’t tell your momma about over Sunday dinner.

My entire body shivers and I throw out all of the thoughts in my head. That’s… definitely something I don’t want to remember… ever. Better to forget about it and move on. I don’t want to be reminded with my intimacy with a big dripping horse cunt every time I go into work… no matter how sweet it tasted.

I stop myself. What the fuck. Was I just thinking about…?

I shake my head again. No. I wasn’t.

I stare at the horse. “Okay, now that you’ve had your fun, I’d better mark your chart. I’m not sure the owner will want to race you like this…” She neighs and stomps her hoof as if I had disappointed her. Hey, sorry that I can’t satisfy you, girl, but for one thing, I don’t think I could if I tried, and another, I’m not really into that sort of thing. Besides, you’ve had enough fun for today.

After I finish writing down some notes on a clipboard outside of her stall, I move onto to the next horse. He’s by far the fastest racer we’ve got, and usually, a giant pain in my ass. That taste of a horse’s vaginal lubrication is still lingering on my lips, and all I can think about is getting home and running my mouth under the faucet for a good hour.

The stallion is standing toward me, his head resting over the edge of the fence and looking dead into my eyes. “Hey, buddy,” I say, “are you going to bite me today?” He whinnies as if he understands and stomps his feet down a few times. I just chuckle as I go and grab some oats out of my bag. As long as you don’t make me lick your balls, I think we’ll be fine.

Once I return, I open the gate and step inside. I turn to my left and quickly pour his food into the bucket hanging on the wall. I go to turn around, but once again, I find something standing in my way. Oh, god damnit… The stallion has his head bent down and is carefully sniffing in the air around a certain delicate place of mine. I try pushing away his head. Hey, horsey that’s definitely not yours. He nudges my crotch and forces me to back up a little bit. I try to move around him, but he’s blocking my every path.

And that’s when I see it.

Underneath his stomach, I see his erect horsecock flaring as it beats against his undercarriage. My face really goes red when I see what he wants with me. “Uhh, bad horsey! No, I’m not a mare!” I push him as hard as I can, but he barely budges. It may be because I’m weaker than usual today, but I’m pretty sure it has more to do with the fact he wants to fuck me. I shiver at the thought. No words can describe how gross I feel right now. What the fuck is up with these horses!?

I look around for any alternative way around him, but every way is blocked… well, all but one. I look down near his behemoth of a cock and sigh. I grimace. I can already see a little bit of his white stallion-juice leaking from the tip and slowly falling to the floor. This was the only way, shit, why does this always happen to me? I hold my breath as if I thought I were diving underwater. I duck underneath and barrel through, closing my eyes to avoid the inevitable nightmares in the future. It was unavoidable, but I feel his giant dick slap my shoulder as I squeeze through. He neighs in what I can only think is a grunt of horse pleasure and quickly, I slam the stable door shut and lock it so he can’t chase after me. Fuck!

I can’t really think of anything to say; it’s all just way too weird. The smell of the mare in the other stall is what did it. He smells her in heat, hears her whinny in request, and for some reason, thinks I’m the one he should mount. I mean, it’s weird to think that if granted access, a horse would gladly… fuck me if given the chance.

I shake my head and pull myself away from the distractions. Everything doesn’t feel right. I don’t know, it could be the fact that I was molested twice on the same day by 900 pound racehorses, but even disregarding that, I feel… strange. I can’t put my finger on it, but something is definitely… different. My muscles ache and burn, my nose is going crazy at every smell, and being in here makes me feel so… sleepy. Like I want to curl up into a ball and sleep away the day, right in one of these stables. I don’t know why, but that’s what I feel like.

I look up at the rest of my work. There are about fourteen other stalls, each containing a different horse. My mouth falls open. “OH, COME ON!”

Each horse I see is either facing toward me with a thick erection hanging from their crotch, or facing away with their tails up in the air, inviting me to repeat my previous intimate activity. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I didn’t take this job for this shit! My legs feel wobbly and my chest aches. I’ve got a whole lot to do and little time to do it in. And the stallions are looking rowdier than ever.

I get back to the apartment at about nightfall, dragging my feet upstairs as it feels like I just finished swimming across the ocean from Cuba. I fumble around with my keys until (finally!) I open the door and slump in. Oh please god, just let me sleep! I sniff around. Hmm, smells like Lemon Pledge… ugh, I hate Lemon Pledge. It smells disgusting usually, and right now, since for some reason my nose decided to become ‘Supernose!’, I can smell it stronger than ever. My eyes are practically burning as I slink onto my mattress and sling my clothes under the bed. It’s too late to do anything else, no matter how much I want to end this night with that pic I found earlier, so I just slink down to my pillow, throw a blanket over my body, and allow the warm trappings of dreams spill over me and take me to my wildest fantasies.

Crinkle crinkle. Crinkle crinkle.

My eyes shoot open. What the fuck! I sit up and look around. Whatever I’m laying on is about to get tossed out of the fucking window. I don’t have time for this shit! I was nearly raped today, my clothes have horse semen stains from a stallion who got a little too excited, and the only thing I was looking forward to—yes, my precious sleep—is going to be stalled by a piece of shitty paper!

I look down at it, its smug grin grinding my teeth as I stare at it. I swear, if it was Brian who left me this, I’m kicking his ass when he gets back. My blurry eyes narrow as I can barely read the text. It’s actually written very fancily.

Dear Drunk guy,

I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch your name in-between all your profuse bile expulsion and occasional dry heaving. That being said, you might want to look over this notice before the night is over. You see, if you hadn’t already noticed, the changes in your body have begun to take place. It’s only a matter of time before you…

The letter kept going, but I had just crumpled it up and thrown it across the room. It was Brian. I know it was, and he’s a dumbass for thinking that would even register on my scale of fucks given. Hehe, he thinks he’s so funny. I roll my bleary eyes. For fuck’s sake, he’s a grown ass man.

I lay my head down on my pillow, shut my eyes, and allow myself to finally be taken by the gentle clasp of the sandman.

I wake up. What time is it? I don’t know. The room is partially lit by a streetlamp outside and I can make out the hulking mass of my roommate snoring underneath his sheets. Mental note: kick his ass in the morning. I allow myself to roll out of bed, and instinctually move myself into the bathroom. Everything’s a blur and my eyes are so cloudy, I can’t make out a thing. I can’t feel my body, really. I just know I’m moving somehow, almost like I’m on autopilot.

I make my way into the bathroom and move toward the toilet. It’s blurry, but…. for some reason, it looks incredibly higher than it was before. I dunno, maybe I’m just hunched over or something. Wait, am I crawling? I look down and see nothing but blur.

Well, I guess I could be sleeping, which probably is what’s going on. But I do need to pee a lot. I stand in front of the toilet and begin to let loose a stream of piss. Ahh, now that feels much better. I feel the warm piss stream leave my body, flowing out of me in a… weird, but pleasant way. And it’s also sort of weird that I don’t hear the noise of liquid hitting water…

Shit, did I miss? I look down and can’t see anything other than a blurry toilet seat. I shrug. I guess I can clean it in the morning.

I return to the bedroom and move toward my bed. Though, something crosses in the corner of my eye that I can’t ignore.

Wait, what… what was that?

I move toward the corner of the room that caught my eye and stare at the large vanity mirror that belongs to Brian. I don’t know why he owns this thing, but it’s too late for me to care. I rub my eyes and try to focus on the thing in the mirror.

I blink.

“Pffft,” I let out, beginning to laugh. Okay, I must be dreaming! That’s impossible! I look back into the mirror and see a pony staring back, only to break out into a fit of giggles. “Awww, I look adorable,” I slur, making my way back to bed. Heh, pony. That’s a good one! I’m still laughing as I put my head back down on the pillow and pull my covers back up.

Yeah, like I’d turn into a pony from Friendship is Magic. In my dreams...

Author's Notes:

Alright, last chance to turn back. Things get very spicy next chapter, and it might be a bit... strange at first. Hope you liked the setup, now, please enjoy the reward.

Edit: Please read the prologue before you go any further!

Chapter Two

I feel myself drift back into lucidity as the warmth of the room encapsulates my body. It’s a pleasant warmth, unlike the fucking tundra that I usually wake up to. Brian’s a nazi when it comes to the thermostat, and it wasn’t unheard of to see my own breath first thing in the morning. But today feels different for some reason. I feel so comfortable, almost like I could lay here all day and writhe in my soft cocoon of blankets and bed sheets.

I let out a moan of pleasure. Oh, this is great! I chuckle. I feel delirious! Like someone hit me up with a painkiller and left me to writhe in bed like a giggly fool. My bed is so warm I feel like I could fall into a coma! It’s like I had the softest blanket in the world wrapped around my body, clinging to my skin as if it were a part of me.

Hehe, I rub my hands over my chest and expect to feel the pleasant sensation of gentle, dexterous fingers across my arms and neck.

Clop…

Huh, that’s weird.

Clop…

Hmm… I touch my hands together again and the same noise clangs out. Well that’s certainly strange. My hands are harder than I remember them being. I move them up and down my body to feel them. Wow, I don’t remember my hands being so round and rigid either, like… wow.

What the fuck is wrong with my hands!?

My eyes shoot open. “Oh shit!” I practically yell, fumbling out of bed and crashing to the ground. I scramble on the floor to catch my footing and look down at my arms. I can see my arms, and I nearly have a heart attack! Oh shit, they’re gray! Oh god, they’re furry! I’m covered in gray fur! I try to stand up, but I find that I can’t. Every time I get up, my hips creak something awful and force me back down. This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening!

I throw away the idea of standing up and awkwardly stumble on all fours toward the corner where Brian keeps his vanity mirror. I can barely move like this, but I can’t go any other way! It’s like someone tied my arms and legs together, and I can’t break the rope! I stop before the mirror, and my mouth hangs open. No no no! I move left and move right, but it keeps mimicking my movements as if mocking me. Fuck you, mirror! You’re a dirty liar! Its coat is gray and its hair is two different tones: light blue and light purple. Its green eyes are locked on mine and blink whenever I do. Shit.

That pony in the mirror is me. I don’t even know how to react. I look down at my hooves and let out a whimper. Oh god, why me? Why are you doing this to me? It’s because I’m a clopper, isn’t it? It’s some sort of cruel joke on me, right? I’m so scared, I can hardly move. I’m literally a pony from the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and I have no idea how or why.

I can feel my eyes begin to wet. Why would this happen to me!? It’s fucking unbelievable! How is this even possible?! I want to cry, but at the same time I want to run around the room and scream my head off until everything goes back to the way it was. I don’t want little pony hooves and a long, girly mane! I want my hands and buzz cut back! This isn’t me, this is a crude facsimile of a fantasy that both frightens and drags me in with its captivating jaws. I can’t look.

But I have to!

My eyes glance up and down at the miserable wreck on the other side of the portal. I have a shorter muzzle than what I assumed I would have had if I had changed. I turn my head left and right. Well, the good news is I couldn’t have asked for a better looking pony to turn into. Can’t say I’ve ever seen him on the show, but he does look rather charming. I snivel as I wipe my eyes dry with my new fetlock. Almost cute, even. It was different from the show, and the fur looked more real up close, but overall, I was a little bundle of pretty pony. I mean, I didn’t even know a stallion could have such cute eyes and such a short snout…

My heart leapt. Oh no… No, it can’t be… No. There’s no way that I’m that unlucky. God wouldn’t stick me into the body of a pony and take away the only thing I had left that made me me! I do a little dance as I chase my tail around in a circle, catching a glimpse of something hidden beneath it that sends a shiver up my spine. Oh god! Please, don’t be what I think you are!

I stop myself and throw my back hooves behind the mirror, turning my head to face my reflection. I gulp. I don’t want to see what’s there, but I know what I saw before, and there’s no denying it. I raise my tail and my heart sinks.

Behind me are two, puffy tan lips, slightly red towards the inside as fur changes to flesh. Oh my god, I have a pussy! I feel like whining and throwing my head into the carpet in a huge temper tantrum, but I stay composed long enough to give it further exploration. This is so fucking weird! What, uhh…

I slowly reach a hoof behind me, still watching myself in the mirror. It’s amazing how far I can reach considering I’m a damn horse now, but hey, I’m not complaining. I slowly place my hoof next to my lips and tug a bit on my nether lips. I gasp as I reveal my new hole, literally dripping with what I can only assume is my natural lubrication. I grimace, why does it look so much like a horse’s. I thought ponies had cute little vaginas, not floppy, gaping, leathery cunts! If I didn’t know any better I would think I was looking at the sex of one of the mares in the stables for crying out loud.

Inside, I see the red of my innards contract and contort as a bulbous orb pops out for a second before retreating back inside to the safety of its slippery tunnel. I stand still for a moment as my eyes widen. What the fuck was that?! It pops out again, making me shiver as a little bit of my tail hair grazes it. Mmmppph, holy shit that’s sensitive. Oh god, I think that’s my clit! It has to be, or else ponies have much different anatomy to real horses.

Wink.

I shudder as it continues. That feeling is just way too weird for me. I lower my tail and look back into the mirror.

Well, I’m a pony. I’m a pony. “I’M A PONY!!” I run around the room, scrambling as I occasionally slip on the carpet with my new hooves. It doesn’t slow me down, though. I keep going, running around and away from anything that may remind me of my new body. Even the sound of my voice just a second ago, filled with a feminine pitch made me shudder at the thought of what this meant. I’m a girl now. Not just a pony, not just a girl. But a fucking mare. I didn’t ask for hooves and a new set of genetalia! I didn’t ask for any of this! I…

My eyes widen as a memory flickers through my mind.

The letter! I cease my clumsy rampage and run over to the bed, nearly slipping as I jump up on my mattress. Where is it, where is it? Aha! I find a crumpled up piece of paper laying against the wall across the room. I jump down and sprint over to grab it.

After a few seconds of trying to unravel it with my hooves, and let me just say, that’s fucking difficult without fingers, I read the rest of the letter.

… transformation into a mare is nearly complete. Why you chose the opposite gender, I’ll never know. But hey, I’m not judging here. It’s your body, not mine. That being said, I think it would be in your best interest to move exactly ten miles south of your apartment and into the wooded area. That’s where we’re all meeting to go back to Equestria. If you would like to come with us (which I sincerely hope you do) be there within the next two days. See attachment for a map if you can’t follow a simple direction. Like a child.

Discord

I put down the letter and look up with what I imagine to be the most disturbed, flabbergasted expression my new pony face can create. A thousand questions jumped out of my mind. Transformation? Discord? How is that…? Since when have I ever even met him? He doesn’t grant real wishes does he? I glance back down to the letter and read it over again.

I threw down the letter. “What the hell is going on here?!” I yell, throwing myself onto my bed in frustration. I’m lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling, sprawled out as far as I can reach. Why me, huh? Why does this shit always happen to the guy that never did anything wrong? I don’t have some sort of dream to become a mare, I was perfectly happy the way my body was: nearly hairless, a flat face, and most of all, a certain appendage that I am currently lacking in the worst sort of way.

I let out a sigh. I mean, I’m not going to lie, I have thought about what it’s like to be a girl, but nothing to this extreme! If it were my choice, I’d have only had this body for a couple of hours at most and then go back to the way I’m supposed to be. I close my eyes. But that’s not anywhere near the impression I got from that damned letter.

I open my eyes and glance down with my peripheral vision. I see them. On my new equine belly, I spy two dark tan nipples poking out from my fur, having taken a trip down south from my chest. I move my hoof over where my breasts used to be, but feel nothing but fur and rib cage. I whimper. They’re fucking teats! I have two teats for feeding babies.

Not even babies, foals! I have teats to feed foals!

But that’s not even the worst part. I felt it before. I saw it, and touched around it, but still, I don’t want to look down. I could feel the air conditioning breeze over it and the heated twitch that came whenever my new anatomy tried to play peek-a-boo with whoever was unfortunate enough to be behind me. I take a deep breath, trying to muster up enough courage and look down past my mounds of mare-breast and to my crotch. There it is. My pussy.

I can see the very top of it and the rest is hidden as it follows the curvature of my crotch. There’s not much excess skin, but if you saw it, you’d think you were taking a picture of a horse’s cunt, almost leathery really. Every few seconds, I would wink, like I had seen all the mares I work with do it when they’re aroused. They’d whinny and neigh, stomp their hooves in distress, desperately pleading someone—anyone—to relieve them. And now I was doing it. I was the one who felt like my crotch was on fire.

My eyes close as a realization hits me. Oh no. No, please don’t… don’t say that I’m…

Wink.

Fucking damnit.

I sigh. I’m in heat. Even thinking it, I get a shiver up my spine at the prospect of enduring something that no man ever should. I’ve seen it before. A mare goes into heat, and she’s positively tortured until something comes along to relieve her, and even then, it comes back eventually… sometimes even worse than the first round. I shudder. I can already feel the heat rising in my loins—I had ever since I had woken up, it just wasn’t noticeable until now. It’s probably about 60 degrees in here, but to me, it feels like a sauna. And yet, all I want to do is lay down and go to sleep.

In fact, I yawn. I think I might just do that. Who knows, maybe it’s all a dream. One insane, frightening, over-the-top dream where I woke up as a mare in heat… yeah, like I’d ever dream that.

My eyes slowly open as the inside of my apartment becomes visible, Brian’s bed is empty, the sun is shining through the window, and everything feels pleasant. Oh, thank god, I chuckle. A wave of relief passes over me. It was just a dream. Just a weird, crazy ass dream where I woke up with hooves and a pussy. Ha! What a joke! To think, I woke up with as a pony with a big old, floppy horse cunt. How ridiculous would that be?

I stretch my back out and allow my arms to reach as far as they can before bringing them back down. Hmmm, aww, no better way to start your morning than a little stretch and the first ball-scratch of the day. I slide my hand down to start scratching myself, just rubbing that spot right there.

I bite my lip. “Mmmpphh…” My eyes open wide and I sit straight up, throwing the covers off of me and craning my neck over my body. Shit, it wasn’t a dream! No! I see my teats are erect and my fur is standing up on end. And that’s not all. I can feel it now, too. My legs are soaked. My legs were wet and it wasn’t because of sweat or even the off chance that I pissed myself. No, it was my marecum. It was dripping from my pussy even as I was watching. Maybe even more so because I was watching it.

Am I… am I getting turned on by this. “Oh, please don’t let me get turned on by my own genitals! Especially not when they look as bestial as that!” I look away and sink back down onto my bed. Back to sleep, back to sleep! Please, let me escape this furry prison and get back into my own body before I…

Before I do something I don’t want to do.

I know I want to do it. My body is screaming at me to do it. No, no! I can’t! I don’t want to! You can’t make me, body!

But I have to! This is too much for me.

I open my eyes. Well, it did feel good when I scratched. I crane my neck so I can see it. There it is, my lower lips. They’re wet, and they’re winking more often than last time. Man, this burns. It’s like the sun is underneath my ass, and the only way I can get away from it is to do something I’d never thought I’d do in a million years.

My lips are puffy and pulsating every few seconds. I can see and feel it, which is a totally strange sensation altogether. I didn’t even know it but my hoof was already down below, hanging onto the precipice of relief and sexual horror. I take in a deep breath, and I see my gray hoof move lower without me telling it to do so. I’m about to go where no man has gone before.

I touch outside my lips, moaning softly as I do so. Wow, I didn’t even want to moan, and I haven’t even touched them yet! That was just the outside! I tug on the skin on the left side, and like Moses parting the Red Sea to reveal the sandy ocean floor below, I part the gray sea to reveal the soaked, pink flesh that keeps fidgeting from the slightest touch of my hoof. It’s so sensitive! I let go and slowly, my lips return to normal, a slight gap in the middle where you can still see my insides. I shudder. That’s the entrance to my tunnel. A tunnel made of my own insides, designed by nature to be penetrated by something just as long as my fucking leg! I can only imagine the amount of lubrication needed to let some monster in here. Aww, geez…

I feel like I peed. Oh god, did I wet the bed? I look down and see yet again, a stream of something shoot out from my nethers. Though, I look down at the stain. I don’t think it’s piss. I lower my gaze. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. I’m squirting without even touching the fleshy part of my pussy. I only tugged a little bit, and in response, I ejaculated all over the bed. Aw man, the bed…

My bed is completely soaked in juices from my own genitals, and it’s starting to pool up underneath me. I guess I’ll have to get new sheets if I ever manage to get my body back. Ew, but these sheets are so… yuck. I don’t really like the thought of laying down in my own juices while I do this.

I look to my left as a smile passes over my muzzle. “What the fuck am I doing on my bed?” I say to myself, getting up from my moist sheets and hopping over to Brian’s bed and promptly laying back down. Alright, now that that’s settled, I move my hoof back down to the puffy lips and gently press down, eliciting an unintentional coo from my mouth. Damn this thing is sensitive. It’s burning like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and touching it only seems to make it worse.

But I can’t stop! I start to rub little circles around the top of my mound where my clit would be if I were still human. It’s buried though, and I can only feel the sensation of secondary contact through my vibrating lips. It hurts so good!

I feel myself preemptively squirt again and smile at the fact that it’s getting all over Brian’s bed. That prick can go fuck himself… or me, hehe. I slow down for a second, processing exactly what images I had conjured up in my mind. Did I just think about my roommate fucking me?

Did I just imagine him gently caress my teats with his fingers as he plunges his hard rod deep into my cunt? Only to make me squirm and flail in a futile attempt to break free? I shiver. No! This is awful! I wasn’t thinking about that!

I don’t even care anymore. It may not be what I wanted before, but it’s what I need right about now. I allow my mind to wander as I move my second hoof down and start rubbing more vigorously around my lips. Woah, that’s intense, I start grinding my legs together to increase the pressure.

“Oh, Brian… yes…” I moan. Ooh, why do I like this so much? What the hell’s wrong with me, and why can’t I stop? My clit is winking faster now, and I feel the muscles inside me contort around an invisible member. My nethers felt like they were 1000 degrees and climbing! “Oh, sh-shit. Fuck me, Brian!” I bit my lip. Damn this is good. Vaginas fucking rock! “Oh-oh-ooooohh!”

Suddenly, something takes me and throws me into a hot tub, warming my entire body as a warm liquid rushes straight through me. I can’t tell if it’s coming in, or if it’s rushing out. I’m too busy screaming to care anymore. The bed sheets below me are becoming as soaked as they were before, perhaps even more so. My lips are numb, yet I can feel my cum rushing through the tiny slit of skin as my legs spasm uncontrollably and flail around the bed. My whole body is like an earthquake, and my slit is spewing fresh lava to coat the earth with.

Woah, that was just… wow. I’m breathing pretty damn hard and I can still feel myself dripping onto Brian’s once clean bed. I giggle to myself and imagine his face when he finds his bed covered in vaginal fluids. Who smells like a horse now, Brian!

I move to get up from my laid down position, but my body won’t move. I just keep breathing and feeling the leftover tremors from my instinctual pawing of my hoof against my winking folds. Okay, so now that that’s over, I think it’s time I got out of bed and make some phone calls.

…

Okay, for real this time. Just stop rubbing myself, get out of bed, and walk over to that phone right there, and make a phone call.

…

“Come on!” I shout at my hoof. “Stop doing that!” If you don’t stop rubbing, I swear to god I’ll… I’ll… paint you like a toenail!

…

Shit! That actually sounds appealing to me for some reason. I keep rubbing as I let out a moan-ish sigh.

Alright! One more time! But after that, no more! After that, I’m gonna get to the bottom of this to get my body back!

Oh, dear Jesus!

Squirt, squirt.

I lay on Brian’s now completely drenched bed, gasping for breath as I experienced my fifth ejaculation of the day. Oh, god, that one was even better than the last. They keep rising in intensity, and every time I try to get free, I find myself pulled back down into the comfort of Brian’s cum soaked bed sheets. But at this point, I couldn’t care less!

Five times! Five fucking times in a row, and I’m still not tired. This monster in between my thighs is insatiable! Every time I feed it, it begs more and more to be touched and caressed and filled, even! I just can’t stop! I don’t want to cum, I have to! This itch is just so awful I can’t think straight, and it keeps getting worse! And on top of that, it keeps taking longer and longer to get off! Last time, it took half an hour before I could even feel my hoof trying to cram itself in my pussy! I’ve gone numb to everything but this itch, and the only thing that isn’t numb is too far deep in my pussy that I can’t reach it with a hoof. Please, someone help me!

I think about everything that’s happened in the past couple hours. I mean, things escalated really fucking fast… Kinda makes me depressed that I don’t have more willpower.

I rub my pussy a little as I ponder my predicament. Now how am I gonna get myself outta this one?

Discord said to meet him in the forest in the next few days. But should I head there now? I mean, I don’t want to get stuck here like this. What if my roommate comes back? What if—

“Neeiggghhh!” My eyes open up wide. What the fuck was that? That wasn’t me, was it?

“Neeiiiggghhh!” There it is again! Where did that come from? My eyes light up as I somehow manage to get off my back and scramble toward the window above Brian’s bed. I stare out at them with dinner plate eyes. Woah…

The horses from the stable are being herded into the stadium for today’s race, and they are anything but calm. The mares of the group were all desperately trying to get away from the stallions who look ready to hump anything they could. There isn’t a single stallion in the line that doesn’t have a full on erection, and they’re all trying desperately to break free from the bridles that keep them restrained to the farm hands. And it’s not just that they’re trying to get away, it’s that it look like they’re trying to get somewhere specific. Where are they trying to go?

…

Oh no.

It’s me. I’m the one who’s driving them crazy! I’m giving off a scent, and I probably started giving it off yesterday. I already figured I was in heat, but this is beyond that. They want to fuck my brains out, and from the looks of their animalistic thrashing, it’s all they can think about. They want me bad.

I let myself fall backward onto Brian’s bed. Alright, note to self, don’t ever go near the stables unless you want to get plowed by something that might just kill you. Alright, now, where was I?

I lower my hoof back down to raw slit as I continue in a circular motion around my clitoris. I’ve got a strategy down to maximize pleasure and minimize time. I rub the clit until I feel like I need to pee, and then I spread my lips with a hoof while I try to dig in with the other. I would have imagined that this would be painful, but in all honesty, a mare pussy is a lot different from a human one. For instance, this thing is stretchy as balls, and I bet I could fit an incredible number of objects including hot dogs, bratwurst, a hairbrush, a Wii mote, a bed post that had fallen off a few days before, and finally, a flashlight.

Not that I tried all of these or anything… hehe.

Umm, anyway, I allowed my mind to wander around untethered because I found out that it helps your cum speed if you don’t limit the way you think with your pussy. All I’m saying is that you need to let your mind flow naturally into whatever fantasy it wants to experience, and then all you have to do is rub your nub until you squirt. I’ve thought about my roommate (which is weird, I know, but let me tell you one thing. I can smell him. His odor is all over the place, and I can even taste his sweat in the air. I think it’s his masculinity.) I’ve thought about cucumbers. I’ve thought about pretty much every single girl I’ve ever had sex with (though, it didn’t seem to do much for me as an orgasm catalyst). In the end, I settled on a fantasy where I’m a damsel in distress, and a handsome knight comes gallivanting into the fray on his trusty steed, all just to save me from a terrifying dragon.

The battle is fierce! He jumps off his horse and dodges the fire breath of the nasty dragon, ducking and rolling from rock to rock. He knows where he needs to go. The undercarriage! The soft underbelly in which the burning magic wells up in the dragon before spewing out through its fanged mouth. He fights hard and swiftly, and as he slays the beast, I continue hoofing myself like there’s no tomorrow. Man, I’m going to be sore later on.

The dragon lays bloody and beaten on the ground, and the knight wipes the gathered sweat from his brow. He’s sweating an awful lot, and I can already smell him from where I’m laying down all the way across the yard in a small shanty. I hear the beatings of hooves on ground. He’s coming my way! Alright, act natural.

The door creaks open and in pops the knight. I rub myself more frantically, he’s muskier than I could have imagined.

“Hmmm,” he says as I look up at him. “You’re not the princess I’m after.”

What? What do you mean ‘not the princess I’m after?’ This is my goddamned fantasy! I try to answer him, but whenever I open my muzzle, all I hear is a girlish whinny. What the hell? Why can’t I talk?

“But,” he says. “I do know someone who you might want to thank for saving you.”

Dream dude, what the fuck are you talking about? I’m here, ready to let you take me, and you’re not even gonna stick it in? Come on!

He walks over and grabs me by the sides. I feel a rush of excitement. Oh, I guess he’s getting with the program, isn’t he? Come on, big boy, show me what you’ve got. “I’m ready!” I say, though, it comes out as a horse-like neigh.

Suddenly, he lifts me above his shoulders. What the fuck? Where are you taking me? Put me down and fuck me! He ignores my thoughts, however, and steps back out of the shack and into sunlight. He sets me down so I’m facing him.

“Alright, pony princess,” he chuckles. “I think you should give a big ‘thank you’ to Silver over here. After all, he’s come a long way just to save you.” I stare at him open mouthed. Silver? Who the hell is Silver?

“Mmmphh!” I whinny as a giant mass lands on my back. What the hell! Even in a fantasy, I feel two hooves scraping against my sides as I get pulled down and back. Without even looking, I can tell it’s his steed.

I stop my hoof.

Can I really think about getting fucked by a horse? Am I that desperate to wonder what it feels like to be filled with a member of something that’s not even sentient? For Christ’s sake, I’m not even into bestiality! It’s one thing to think about people—and I admit that it’s weird that I thought about my roommate before—but still, this thing doesn’t even talk! I can’t think about him and his big meaty horse cock, ramming into me until…

Slowly, I move my hoof back to my cunny. Maybe one time wouldn’t hurt. I mean, it’s not like this is real or anything like that.

His dick is flared and practically the length of one of my legs. If this thing is going in me, it’s gonna go all the way in. Like, all the way past my ribs kind of long. I shiver. He’s rearing back.

The head of his cock is prodding at my entrance. Oh my God, it’s so… strange. Since I’ve been around male horses for a while, I know what one looks like pretty well. The head is flared at the end and is pretty much the size of a fist, if not bigger. It has a larger urethra than a human, but I suppose it’s to deliver a much larger payload than what humans are used to. And speaking of ‘all in the name of procreation,’ you have a horse’s spine to thank for that. I think it’s because they can’t bend over as easily that they have to make up with a two or three foot long cock. They’ve gotta get deep, and the only way to do that is practically rip a mare apart.

I felt a gentle pressure in my most sensitive spot as I move my hoof to replicate the sensation of his head penetrating me. Ow, okay, this is a little tougher than I thought. I spread my legs out as far as I possibly can. Alright, let’s try this. I push down deeper, imagining the horse bearing down on my with more and more weight until finally…

“Ow!” I semi-scream. My whole hoof was in, and I thought of his whole head stretching my little pony pussy farther than it had ever gone before. My hoof was absolutely soaked in lubricant, but still, it hurts like a bitch! I wince. He wants to start moving. I can feel it.

Well, who am I to deny him pleasure? After all, he did rescue me. I am his damsel in distress and he is my valiant steed. I move my hoof in and out easy at first. The tip of his cock is teasing me as it brushes against my clit. I moan. Okay, this isn’t so bad. Actually, it feels pretty good.

“Nnghh,” I moan. He grunts and neighs at me, biting me on the ear every once in a while. That’s right, I’m your mare. You earned me. Go ahead, you can cum inside if you’d like.

My insides are starting to squeeze down on my hoof as they near the next few moments of explosion and then relief. He stops his tiny thrusts. Something is filling me up, I can feel it. Something wet and warm. It’s building and it’s building!

“Oh shit!” I call out, removing my hoof with a giant suction cup sound and the gushing of a torrent of cum from my pussy. My legs squirm and vibrate as it keeps going and going. I can hardly keep my moaning in as I spray all over Brian’s bed. Hell, some of it’s getting on his dresser and his clothes. Oh, he’s gonna have a fun time getting the smell of horse out of that.

Eventually, the cascade of mare juices turns into a gentle throbbing as I leak slowly onto the large pool of cum on the bed. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, hands down. Well, more like hooves down because without this baby right here, I would have never felt it. Oh, and the fantasy was amazing! Who knew real horses could be so sexy! The mental image of his bestial hooves holding me down as he rams me with his giant cock resonates within me. Oh, if only I had the real thing!

Wait a second.

Wait just a goddamned second.

An evil smile crept onto my face like a black widow descending towards whatever prey was unlucky enough to get caught in its web. What am I saying? I work in a fucking stable! All I’d have to do is sneak in and unlatch one of the pens. I moved my hoof back down to my lips. Yeah, that’s it. I’ll just…

I stopped myself. “What the hell?” I shook my head like a dog. No, I’m not attracted to horses! Especially not male horses! I’m straight, and on top of that, I’m a fucking human! I let out a held breath and force my hoof to quit its gentle caressing.

I sit up against the wall. “No,” I say, shaking a hoof at my lips. “You’re not going to make me do this.”

But you know you want to.

“That’s not the point,” I answer. “I don’t care how much I want to get bent over and taken from behind… by a big, sweaty stallion.” I shake my head harder this time. Wow, I think I’m going a little stir crazy. “I’m not giving you what you want anymore. That’s final.” I fold up my forelegs and look away.

Come on, wouldn’t you like to feel him inside of you?

I shook my head. “Nope, not one bit.”

You’re lying, I can feel how hot you are. Why are you choosing to ignore me? Don’t you like how you feel when I squirt?

I remain resolute, but damn is it getting hard to resist. This thing is relentless! “W-why can’t I just pet you a little bit, huh? How about I pretend you’re a little kitty, and I’m your owner?” I lower a hoof down to my crotch, a bit hesitant.

That’s right, I’m your pussy. Go ahead, pet me.

I smile. “Okay, but only a little rubbing like before.” I sigh as the fire between my thighs is momentarily soothed by light pressure to my cunt. This feels good. Yeah, it feels great. I could get used to this.

You know, you could feel better than this.

“Nngghh.” I grunt. “I c-could?” I felt it kiss my hoof.

But of course, master. Imagine a feeling so indescribable, you’ll be quivering like a little filly and whimpering from your inability to form words.

“That does sound kinda good,” I said, feeling my walls bear down on nothing. It’s an empty feeling. Something belongs in there…

You bet it does. Why don’t you just sneak into the stables later tonight and grab a stallion all to yourself. Let him do what he wants, and in the process, you’ll feel that thing that’s missing. I know you can feel it.

“Y-yeah. Something does kinda feel like it belongs here. I feel a little empty, actually.”

So it’s settled then, you’ll head off when it gets dark.

I closed my eyes and lay down on my back. “Sure, sounds great. Tonight it is.”

…

You know, you don’t have to wait until tonight. After all, that’s a few hours away, and you’ve got something that needs to be tended to immediately.

I put both hooves in between my thighs and pushed them together as tight as I could. I humped into them as hard as I could. Oh, fuck, this is good. “I don’t have to wait?” I bit my lip.

No, of course not! The horses are out right now. All you’ve gotta do is sneak around the racetrack and find them before they go out to the gate.

And then I can have my stallion. I’ll be his. I’ll offer my floppy pony cunt to him, and he can make me belong to him.

Come on, get up and go now.

“Mmkay,” I say in a trance. I stop rubbing myself and the burning returns, but I know it won’t last for long. It’ll all feel better soon, once I have my stallion, that is.

I continue to the door but stop myself. A wave of something passes over me. I moment of realization crosses over me. “But what if someone sees me? There’ll be cameras and… so many people watching me.”

Well, you’ve always wanted to be on T.V., right?

Sneaking out of the apartment and across the street was much easier than I had anticipated. Beside the occasional car passing by or family walking into the racetrack, I was completely free to move around how I wished. Even so, I had crossed the street as much like James Bond as I could—about as close as a horny pony could get to James Bond at least. I ducked from bush to bush before finally ending up near the mouth of the tunnel leading to the track. Good thing too, because I’m pretty sure a little girl saw me and kept asking her dad if she could have me.

If I wasn’t so horny, I’d have been a little bit weirded out about that.

There they are: my prizes. Along the tunnel—about twenty yards away—stands the horses being lead by a few stable hands. They can’t see me, but I can see them. It takes all of my will not to come running out into the tunnel and lift my tail to the first stallion I see. My mind is screaming at me to run away! Get out of here before it’s too late! You’re still a man, don’t give into the temptation!

But my leaking cunt says otherwise. It’s whispering into my ear that it’ll all be okay. It’ll all work out once I mate. And I, for one, am in its complete control.

I can’t take it anymore! Fuck me! Please!

I step out into the tunnel and prepare to sprint towards the horses, but when I look up, they’re gone. They’re trotting out to the gate with their jockeys riding them already. Shit, I missed it! They’re already out in front of the crowd. I can’t just…

My nose lights up as I catch a whiff of the stallions. Mmm, that smells good. So masculine. My pussy goes out of control, and I hear a loud sloshing sound like piss hitting the ground. I shudder, that’s not my pee.

I scuttle like a bat out of hell back to the bushes where I came from. Okay, how am I gonna do this? The gate at the end of the tunnel is closing, and I see all of my potential mates lining up at the starting point. A brief moment of hesitation passes over me. I want to run out and jump over the barrier and stand in front of the starting gate. I whimper at the thought of raising my tail just before the bell sounds and the horses are off. Something tells me a lot of people are going to lose a lot of bets if I do that.

I sway back and forth on the precipice of doing the unthinkable. I don’t doubt that the audience is at full attendance today, either. All those eyes on me while I’m rutted from behind. I let out a whinny without even trying.

Why the hell am I getting so excited about this?!

I jump out from out of the bush and into the street. Damnit! I want it now! I sprint along the sidewalk, disregarding anything and everything around me, even the cars that are passing by. Why should I care about who sees me! The whole world is going to see me take a roll in the hay live on television!

I hear a mixture of gasps and “What the hell is that thing!?”’s as I run along the sidewalk. I don’t even stop to see who it was. I don’t think I could if I tried.

Just keep going. It’ll all be over soon.

It’s controlling me. I know it now. I’m a slave to my own nethers who seem to be what I can and cannot do. My obedience is absolute, and I will do everything in my power to make sure it gets what it wants. And it’s hungry. It wants to be filled.

I round the stadium and gallop as fast as I can to the outer edge of the track. I come along a small white fence meant to corral the horses inside. A few bushes dot each post every so often.

Alright, where are they?

The horses haven’t begun to race yet. They’re patiently waiting at the gate for the man to ring the bell and set them loose. I, however, am anything but patient. My legs are quivering with anticipation, and for some reason, they keep locking out. It must be to support the weight of a pony on my back as we mate. I whimper. Oh god, my body is preparing myself to be mounted.

RING RING RING!

My eyes light up. They started! Alright, now let’s get ready. Maybe I can lure them to me instead of revealing myself. I turn around and place my rear against the fence. I lift my tail and wait. I hear the stomping of hooves get closer.

“That’s right,” I whisper. “Come and get it, studs.”

Thump, thump, thump, thUMP, THUMP, THUMp, thump, thump…

I open my eyes, realizing they had been closed the entire time as I waited for a massive weight to crash down on my back. I look up. Those fuckers went straight by! They didn’t even see me! I groan. Sometimes if you want something, you have to do it yourself. Damnit, now I’ll have to do it the hard way.

I crawl underneath the fence and make my way a little farther onto the track. I can already hear the yells and words from the audience directed at me. They seem a bit scared or surprised, even. But that’s the least of my worries.

They’re coming back around the bend, I can smell them. They’re sweating a musk that’s making my nose go crazy and my nethers wink.

Turn around, the voice in my head says.

I turn around.

Lift your tail.

I lift my tail up. I can feel the cold air cool my burning pussy.

Hold still.

Thump, thump, thUMP, THUMP, thump… thump… thump...

“Hey, what the hell!” a voice screams. “Giddyup, ya, ya!”

“Fucking go, Dakota!”

“Woah! What the hell is that thing?!”

I open my eyes and do a quick sweep of the area. Stallions are all around me, curious to find out what I was, or for that matter, what that smell was. A few of them were realizing very quickly just exactly what I was, too. I could tell by their steadily growing erections.

One of the jockeys caught on too. “Hey, bad Duke! Don’t—” he yells out as the stallion he’s riding on bucks him off. He lands a few feet away on his back with a loud ‘oomph’, and the other riders quickly dismount to get him some help. Poor guy, stallions buck hard.

Or at least that’s what I’m hoping for.

They’re all around me, this time touching me with their noses and nipping at me sides. I can smell the sweat dripping down their sides and soon it’s all I can think about. Their scent is overtaking me, making me raise my rear end up higher and jut my tail up as high and out of the way as it can go. One keeps nibbling on my ear and the other is repeatedly licking my muzzle. I can’t say that I didn’t lick back.

I hear one whinny behind me and then the gentle heat of breath rolling over my nethers. He’s so close, I can feel it. He’s sniffing my pussy for some reason. I don’t know why, but I’d like to think it’s because he’s savoring it. He’s loving it just as much as I am. Suddenly, a warm moistness runs along my pussy, and I let my tongue roll out of my mouth. He’s tasting me before he mounts me. I don’t know why he’s doing it, but I like it. His tongue is long and muscular, parting my pony cunt without even trying.

“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

I throw my head down and wait patiently. He’s moved back, I can tell, his breath isn’t teasing my pussy.

“Come on, aren’t you going to— oomph!” What feels like a ton of bricks lands on my back as two hooves scramble at my sides, trying to get a grasp at my hips. He keeps pulling me back as his weight knocks me forward. I can’t get away even if I tried.

But who says I want to get away?

I open my eyes and look down in between my legs. I could feel it before I even saw it. His erection was beating against my chest as he struggled to get a grip on my body. It must have been hard because I was so much smaller than the rest of his mates, but that sure as hell wasn’t going to stop us. His head continued to flare as I watched it with my eyes. It smelled absolutely tantalizing. I wanted to turn around and grab it up with my hooves and suck on the tip for a while like a giant horsecock lollipop. But I couldn’t. My pony cunt would never forgive me if I backed away right now.

I felt him rear back a little. I neighed. Oh god, he’s gonna do it. I feel his member start to prod at different parts of my backside. First he grazes my nipples, and then he nearly rams my plothole. But finally, he hits his mark. I feel a heavy pressure on my cunt as he presses down, trying to part my folds. Oh no! Am I too small for him? Maybe if I…

“NNnnngghh!” I shout as the head of his cock slips past any sort of defense I had. He’s so big! Oh god, this almost hurts! I try to move forward to counteract his miniature thrusts, but he drags me back before I can stop him. I gave myself to him, and now he has all the power to do whatever he wants.

I start seeing white spots as he presses further in. He feels like he’s four feet long! But I know he’s only put about five inches in. He’s nowhere near hilting inside of me, and we’ve got a long way to go before I bottom out.

“S-slow d-down,” I call out, but it doesn’t seem to affect him in any way. Now he’s biting my mane for grip as he inches his cock further in. It still hurts, but the feeling isn’t all that bad. It’s just sort of… alien. I’ve never been penetrated before, and my first time is by a fucking two-foot long horsecock. Go figure.

I whimper as he reaches halfway. I can tell from the medial ring passing through my folds and across my clit. If anything is giving me pleasure, it’s my huge, pony clit. It’s trying to wink, but I’m too full for it to reveal itself. All it’s doing is smashing itself against the leathery horsecock that feels like it’s ripping me apart.

I threw away the dream of having him be gentle. The only option was to have him finish quickly. “Fuck me harder, you stupid horse! All the way in!”

I can hear one of the jockeys scream as he witnesses what happened. He didn’t expect me to talk and was even more surprised at what I said. I didn’t even look up, but from what I can tell, he’s panicking.

The horse’s hips meet mine, and I gasp. He’s all the way in. I shudder, I can feel every single twitch of his body as his member rests inside me like sword in a sheathe. His body is moving incredibly slow. I don’t know if it’s because he can’t thrust hard because of the awkward position he’s in or because my cunt is so tight around him. Whatever it is, it’s making it a struggle.

I can’t help it anymore, I’m moaning. I don’t even know why, but I am. I feel something larger than my entire foreleg twitching and flaring inside of me. I can’t even process everything at once, all I can do is breathe and moan, and even then, I’m having a hard time breathing. He’s so big, he’s hitting every single crevice I have! I can feel it all, every inch of his cock sliding up and down my inner flesh, taking with it my increasingly slippery lubrication.

Suddenly he stops, fully hilted inside of me. I know what’s coming, and I shudder when I begin to feel it. His head flares inside me, stretching my walls out and creating a tight seal against my cervix. The underside of his cock expands slowly starting from my entrance all the way to the tip. He releases.

His cum is warm. Warm, slick, and very plentiful. I fill up in a matter of seconds, forcing the fluid deep into my womb. “Nngh,” I moan as he nips at my ears playfully. He’s happy, and for some reason, that makes me happy too. I don’t know why, but I want to lay down with him and sleep against his back.

My pussy lights up with pleasure as he dismounts me and pulls out with a loud ‘pop’! I moan. Man, my clit’s on fire! Even though I didn’t orgasm, I feel a warm fluid pour out of my folds and down my legs. It’s strange to describe the feeling, but the closest I can get is comforting.

“Oommph!” I groan as a familiar weight finds itself on my back. Another one? I suddenly remembered the pack of stallions rally around me after literally flagging them down with my ‘show’. I don’t think I can take another one right after that one… but I don’t think he’ll let me go.

This one’s much lighter than the other one, and apparently quicker too because he’s already prodding around at my entrance. He hits his mark and easily slides in while I moan. “Oh yes, there it is! Mmph, you fit… so much better.” Either I’m stretched out, or this guy just has a member more my size. Whichever it is, I don’t think it matters.

My body is flooded with a warmth that makes me want to leap for joy and hug the beast behind me. He’s thrusting in and out a lot farther and a lot faster than the one before him, and I think I have the last stallion to thank for that. After all, my semen coated walls must be nearly frictionless. I find myself thrusting back into him to increase the speed. Every fiber of my being feels like its getting vibrated in the most comfortable internal massage imaginable. My insides are moving with every single one of his thrusts, and I can’t get enough!

I lean my head back using my incredibly long pony neck and nip at his muzzle. He doesn’t seem to be responding much except for his continued humping, but he doesn’t need to. My stallion only needs to do what nature intended. I let my tongue loll out of my mouth and lick at his muzzle, tasting his spit and taking it in my mouth. Mmm, tastes salty, but homely. I could get used to that taste.

I grunt. His thrusts are getting more erratic, and I can tell he’s about to coat my insides with his own signature stallion butter. But I’m close too. So close…

I feel him stop moving and realize that my vagina is clamping down as hard as my internal muscles can make it. “Fucking… AH!” I scream, squirting a mixture of two different stallion’s seed and my own marecum all in one messy stream. He may have stopped thrusting, but the flaring of his cock and my clenching are prolonging my orgasm. It just keeps going and going as I moan and neigh. It’s hard to tell which I’m doing. This pleasure is insane! I think I’m neighing, but I’m not even sure what’s going on. I can’t even think straight!

I don’t know how much time passes, but the stallion finally dismounts me and I slump over. The burning was replaced with a certain numbness that makes me giggle when I rub my thighs together. It feels like I’m drugged in a way, and the only reason I can tell that I just had sex is the stream of semen dripping down my leg.

Suddenly, my head is jerked back. Something is stuffed in my mouth before I can shout.

“What the fuck is that thing?” one of my captors asks.

“I don’t know,” replies another, scratching his chin. “It looks like a horse.”

“A horse?” he says. “If that’s a horse, then I’m a fucking princess.”

“Well, Princess, what would you call it then?”

“...”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Let’s just bring it back to the stable and call the owner. And get it going. I don’t like the way it’s looking at me.”

Before I can do anything in protest, I’m dragged onto my hooves and herded out through a gate by three jockeys. They’re rough with their hands, but I can’t say that I hate it. After all, I have been a very naughty mare, haven’t I?

We arrive at the stable where I work, and I get shown to the nearest stall. They don’t even bother to take the bridle off before shoving me in and locking the gate. They stand back and take a look at me.

“Man, what do you make of this, John?”

“I don’t know… but it looks familiar to me for some reason.”

“Familiar!? John, what the fuck are you talking about? Where the hell would you see something like that?”

He sort of looks at me funny. “I don’t know. But we should go get the owner. He needs to know about this. We might have some sort of special breed here.”

“Yeah, one with huge eyes, purple hair, and a book tattooed on its ass…”

I look up at the two of them standing there and try to mouth the words: ‘I’m not supposed to be a pony’ but it’s impossible to form words with the bridle on my head shoving a bit in my mouth. All that comes out in a neigh-like mumble.

The two humans don’t seem to care about my vocalizations, and they turn to leave. I watch them go, and a sudden sleepiness crawls into me. I can’t even think straight. I look at the dirty ground of my stable and sniff around for a few seconds. God, I’m tired… All I want to do is lay down in this comfy hay, close my eyes, and dream of stallions.

Yeah, that sounds pretty good right about now.

Author's Notes:

And there you have it. I'd really like to hear all of your reactions, so if you thought something about it, drop a comment below! Next chapter will be out sometime this weekend, or perhaps the beginning of next week. This fic is just a way station in-between some non-ridiculous stories I'm writing. Hope you enjoyed. :)

Edit: Please go read the prologue before you read any more of this story! Next update very soon.

Chapter Three

Not only are horse bridles uncomfortable, slightly arousing, and leave a copper taste in your mouth, but they’re also damn near impossible to take off. Well, at least if you’re the one wearing one, I found out.

Come on, come on, almost there! My face feels like it’s about to be torn clean off, but I can’t stop now. I’ve got to get out! This can’t be happening to me! Not me! I feel my hindquarters ache, I feel myself breathing stale air into my lungs, and there’s a hefty musk clawing its way into my body from every possible direction. I want to cry because it’s true, but it’s fucking impossible!

I’m stuck in a stable, and I’m a motherfucking pony!

I tug harder at the bridle I found strapped tightly to my mouth when I woke up on the floor of a dirty stall. Kind of ironic that I was the one who was supposed to clean it in the first place, but hell, I think the bottom layer of dirt on the ground is the least of my worries. There’s a commotion outside, and I can hear a group of people asking some pretty interesting questions.

“What the hell was that thing!?”

“Did you see the size of its eyes?!”

“Eyes? Forget the eyes! I think I heard it talking!”

I can hear a few recognizable voices giving out some comforting advice. More likely, they’re trying to perform damage control by convincing those people that they’re all crazy, and I’m just a regular, dumb ol’ horse. And I can’t help but think they’re right. I am pretty stupid. And this bridle isn’t exactly helping me feel all that intelligent, especially since it’s not exactly the easiest thing to speak with. It’s actually damn near impossible to say anything coherent. Words, at least. I can whinny and neigh, I found out.

How the hell did I get myself into all this? All I remember was going to sleep and waking up with hooves. Four incredibly pastel colored hooves and a matching mane to boot. And I didn’t remember having a pussy either… but that one, as it turns out, wasn’t quite so bad as I thought it was going to be.

My mind wanders to my little bodily exploration yesterday on Brian’s bed. You know, I thought clopping was pretty awesome before, but throw in a pair of hooves and a slit to rub them against, and you’re getting the real clopping experience. It almost cushioned the blow of waking up as a pony…

Almost.

I remember seeing the note on my bed. Discord. He was behind all of this, that dirty, no good… whatever the hell he is. And now that I’m really thinking about it, I remember something that happened a few nights ago. It’s all a bit fuzzy. I can only recall a few things, like a contract and a deadline. Going somewhere South? And something about Natalie Portman giving me a blow job…

God, I was drunk.

Come on, come on! Get off of me you stupid piece of shit! I tug and tug, holding the reins down with a hoof while I pull with my neck. It’s slipping a little bit at a time, and it feels like a huge suction cup is sucking my lips into a vacuum. Almost there… come on…

Click!

The sound of metal clanging against wood encapsulated the area. Oh thank god, it’s off! I fall to the floor and begin breathing heavily at having overexerted myself. Man, I used to think that using a ball gag in the bedroom was a pretty hot idea, but this… this is fucking insane. Why the hell would I let myself get stuck in here like a goddamn horse?

“... I’ll be a few minutes, Paul, just let me get my bag…”

My ears spring up. Oh shit, I know that voice. I would know that voice from anywhere. Hell, everyone would recognize a voice that they intentionally zone out because it does nothing but nag you all day long. I trot over to the front of the stall and lean my head out of the gate. I know the sound of that asshole’s voice from anywhere. He’s walking along the row of stalls, coming up on me fast. Yes! Thank god! My rescue has arrived!

He walks in front of me and comes to a halt at my stall. He looks confused and an eyebrow raise confirms it. His eyes are darting up and down, and he keeps licking his lips in a concentrative manner, observing me like some sort of animal. He’s deep in thought, I can tell. Thinking about what the hell I am and where I came from. And probably my striking resemblance to the characters of a certain show his roommate likes to whack off to.

He opens his mouth for a moment. Yes, yes, you know it’s me, right? Come on, say it. I know I don’t look like I usually do, but it’s me!

He closes his mouth again and laughs, shaking his head. “Man, I almost asked if you could talk,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t know who painted you up to look like that, but they sure as hell did a good job.”

He rubs his eyes and sighs. “Yeah, like talking ponies are real… that’ll be the day.”

He starts walking off whistling… goddamnit. He’s whistling the theme song to My Little Pony. What a fuck, I knew he was more than just a casual watcher. Lying prick… I realize he’s gone, and I’m left in the dirt, my mouth open and attracting flies.

Shit! No, come back! It’s me, it’s your friend, your roommate, your best friend in the whole world.

I neigh out to him and stamp my hooves… then… wait a second, I can talk! Gah, what the hell is wrong with me? Being treated like a horse is really messing with my head! I’m not a horse, I’m a pony! I’m a cute cartoon mare that shouldn’t be neighing. I… I…

I’m not a fucking pony! Shit! What’s wrong with me!? It’s… it’s… wait, I can talk now.

“Brian! Get your ass back here!” I shout and immediately hear a bucket drop to the ground with a loud clang. The whistling stops dead and a silence hangs in the air. The seconds tick by, and all my large, equine ears can pick up is the distant sound of people asking questions to the stable staff outside. They’re quiet, though, and I can hear a few tentative footsteps inch their way toward the stall. I see his head peek around the corner.

“Took you long enough, jackass,” I say. He stares at me. “You have no fucking clue what I’ve been through, man. And where the hell have you been? I’ve been stuck in here for two hours before a single person decided to check up on me! I mean, the least someone could have done was give me a fucking update on what’s going on. And why the fuck are you looking at me like that?”

His eyes look like they’re going to stay jutted out and wide forever. Damn, I wish I had a camera. He looks like he just got told he was the father of a bastard child he’s having with a cheap whore. Or, you know, he just saw a talking pony. One or the other.

“Y-you, you’re a-a…”

“A pony?” I ask him, fluttering my eyelashes at him a bit. As sarcastically as fluttering my eyelashes could be. I don’t know why I’m acting so weird, but everything feels like a fever dream to me right now. The smell of these stables, the soft touch of my mane to my neck, standing on all four hooves. Part of me finds this all really creepy, but contrasting that, the other half of me has a feeling of ‘this is where I belong’. It should be alarming, but all I feel is a dense fog shrouding my body in a cocoon of contradiction. I’m dehydrated, maybe. And on top of that, while I know what I am and what happened, I’m sorta hoping this is all a big joke and none of it’s true.

I glance back up at my roommate. His mouth hangs open as he nods. He backs away a bit and stands up clumsily, knocking over a bucket of feed in the process.

“Y-you’re not real!” he shouts. “You can’t be real!”

Okay, fool. I swear if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna buck your nuts next chance I get.

“Oh yeah? I’m not real?” I deadpan. “Are you sure?”

He nods while grabbing a pole with his big, meaty hands. He stands up and holds it in a striking pose, looking ready to wham me with it if I tried anything funny. Seriously, dude? I’m, like, not even four feet tall and yet the six-foot-tall, former-linebacker looks like he’s defending himself from a grizzly bear.

Seriously, dude, I have hooves and a pussy. Not much I can do to you unless I had a horn. Oh yeah, dammit, why wasn’t I lucky enough to get a horn? “Brian, put down the broom. What the hell am I going to do to you from all the way over here? Behind a locked gate.” I jiggle it with my hoof for emphasis.

“Stay back! You’re not real! You’re-you…” He lowers the broom and lifts his brow up. He blinks a few times and leans in a little closer. “What did you just call me?”

“Well, I called you a jackass earlier. Is that what you’re talking about?” I rolled my eyes.

He came up to the gate and knelt down, his head level with mine, but still keeping a little distance between us. He shakes his head.

“No, you called me… Brian.”

I smile. “Mhm, I did indeed.”

“Who are you?”

“Come on, Brian, you mean to tell me that you don’t recognize your best friend?”

His eyes widened. “Sean? Sean, is that you?”

What? What the fuck? “Sean? Who the hell is… No, dammit! It’s Dan, you asshole!” I stomp my hoof for emphasis, but I nearly fall over. Woah, my legs feel really wobbly, and my rump is really sore for some reason.

“Dan?”

I huff. “Finally! You know, it hurts that I’m not your best friend considering how long I’ve known you. And who the hell is Sean? I don’t even know anybody named Sean.”

His face stays the same, still nearly expressionless. I think he’s trying to grasp everything that’s happening, and it doesn’t look like it’s going so great, either.

“Uhh, he’s, uhh…” Okay, dude, come on, finish your sentence. You can do it, bud. He shakes his head as if to break a trance.

“Are you alright, dude?”

He blinks incredibly slowly and rubs them again. “Yeah, I just feel a little faint is all… I mean, all this is insane, and… holy shit, you’re… you’re… a pony! And I mean, look at you! You’re cute! Just like in the show—”

I nod in agreement and plop down on my flanks, which immediately whine in protest. Oh god, it feels like I was ran through by a fucking train. What the hell happened yesterday anyway?

“— You’ve got hooves and a mane! And crotchboobs, and…”

He stops suddenly, and, like the disgusting sound of a violin string snapping in the middle of a solo performance, an awkward silence fills the air. I know what’s coming. Hell, I did it yesterday when I found the damn thing.

“Dude… you’re not a dude anymore.” He was taking things surprisingly calm. “You’ve, uhh, you’ve got a vagina?”

I nod and look down, a deep blush evident on my face. That is, if you could see it through my fur.

“Wow, I mean, just wow.”

“What?” I look up. “What are you wowing about, Brian?”

“This has got to be the strangest thing I’ve ever heard of. I mean, not only did you flip species, but you flipped gender too? Ouch. That must have felt like a crotch shot from hell.” He giggled. “Good thing your family jewels were gone then, right, Dan?” I see an elbow come through the gate and nudge my side playfully. Holy shit, that was the quickest change from shocked beyond anything you’ve ever before straight back to jocular asshole. And I thought I was taking the situation a bit too lightly.

I stare at him. “So, are you gonna help me or what?” I deadpan.

He hesitates for a moment, but quickly nods and reaches toward the gate. All the while, mumbling to himself. “Man, I can’t believe this is happening…”

“You’ve already said that,” I answer, but he doesn’t seem to be listening as he fiddles with the jammed lock.

“I mean, how the hell am I going to explain this to the owner? ‘Hey, sir, sorry to bother you, but my roommate, you know, the one you hired to work in your stable… well, he sort of turned into a pony and mated with your horses.”

I roll my eyes. “Would you quit freaking out, it’s gonna be—”

I look up at him and my heart seems to stop beating. Wait… wait just one goddamned second. “What did you just say?” He stops fiddling with the lock and looks down.

“Nothin’ just talking to myself is all.”

“No, asshole, did you just say mated with horses?”

He nods. “Yeah, and by the way, what the fuck was going through your head? I mean, I always thought you were a little gay, but, dude… that’s some seriously messed up shit you just pulled. Just what the hell were you thinking?”

The hair on my withers is standing on end, my teeth are clenching painfully in my jaw, still sore from biting down on the bit as hard as I did. If I still had visible skin, you’d see goosebumps prickle up along my arms and legs. The stable feels chilly.

“I did what?” I stare at him, and he stares back, his pale eyes, brow furrowed, jutting back and forth across me. My eyes probably look glazed over, an odd mixture since they’re the size of softballs.

“You, uhh, you…” His look shifts to the same sympathetic gaze he gives women when they show up around our apartment asking where he’d been for the past week. He was never good at confrontations, and I could see all this was making him feel awkward. I was being treated like one of the girls he made cry.

When I woke up, I knew my bum ached more than it ever should. And I couldn’t help but notice a strange sloshy feeling on my insides. Like I was ‘filled up’ or something. Not to mention, whenever I sat down I felt something sticky start to ooze out onto the stall floor…

I remember the crowd. The audience was standing on their feet, cheering for their bets as they ran around the track. As they rounded the fence they smelled intoxicating, their hooves beating a steady tribal beat as if a part of some ancient mating ritual. I couldn’t stop. As they drew nearer, as if by some mechanism buried deep into me, I trotted towards them. Their smell drove me wild! It called me! I turned around and lifted up the only defense I had to protect my masculinity. The last bit of my manhood, gone. The last piece of my humanity with it.

I fall to my haunches, the warm fluid dripping out of my equine nethers. I shiver with disgust. “Y-you’re right,” I say. The shame is spilling out of my eyes and from my rear. “Holy shit, you’re right.” I don’t want to look up at him. I don’t think I can ever look up at him. “What the fuck is wrong with me? Why the fuck would I do that?”

I hear the clank and screech of metal turning on a bracket. A gentle nudge makes me shift my head to see my friend. He’s hunched over, sitting on his ankles. We’re not exactly making eye contact, and for that I’m thankful.

But… just what does he want from me?

“You alright, man?” he says softly. Almost comforting really, but it’s forced, I can tell.

I shake my head. Fuck, does it look like I’m alright? I hide my head in my hooves. “I’m not a man anymore! Shit, I’m not even a human anymore!”

“Hey, don’t be like that, dude. It’s okay, everything is okay.” I shake my head again. I can tell if I spoke, the only noise that would come out is a cracked version of a voice that isn’t mine. I can hear him sit down. “You know... I, um, clop too.”

Once again, the stall falls silent besides the incessant droning of idiots outside. Wait, what? I mean, I always assumed that he maybe could have, but I was right? I look up at him as he awkwardly shifts around.

“Yup, I clop about twice a day in all truth.”

Twice a day? Shit, I only do it once a day, if that. I barely ever see him in the apartment…

“Whenever you leave for work is when I do it. Usually I say that I don’t start my shift for another hour, but… you know, I can show up whenever. Not much to do here but clean horse shit.”

Wow, that’s just. Wow. He’s the reason I’ve had to do so much of the cleaning. Damnit.

He continues, his voice changing from what felt like a father to his son, to a man consoling his best friend. “You have balls, Dan. More balls than most of the men in this entire county combined. Shit, you’ve got balls.”

I, uhh… what? I glance down at my nethers. Nope, no balls, only teats. And, ew, are they… lactating? Gross.

“Hey, you don’t need tesicles to show that you got balls, so stop looking for them. They’re inside of you…” He stops and giggles. “Yeah, hehe, they’re kind of literally inside of you too.”

Okay, smart ass, thanks a lot. I wipe my nose and see some snot. Damn, does a man fucking drool all over themselves like this? Maybe a pussy.

“But shit, Dan, you want to know something?”

I reluctantly nod.

He gets in close and looks left and right, as if to check if someone were listening to us. “I would have done the same thing.”

“What?” I croak out, my voice cracking.

He just chuckles. “Are you kidding? Don’t act so surprised by that. Think about it for a second. What guy hasn’t at least thought about what it’s like to have…” His eyes scoot lower down my body. “One of those things. It’s all about that stuff that Freud said, I’m pretty sure. That men yearn to feel what women feel, and women want to know what laying pipe feels like.”

He pats me on the head. “You, my friend, just experienced something that no other human has ever really gotten to feel. And quite frankly, I’m a little bit jealous.”

I know what he’s saying is crazy and stupid and just-for-the-hell-of-it, but all in all, I feel a bit relieved. That feeling inside me before, when it was just me trying to get out of the bridle. Well, that horrible, gut wrenching tinge within the deepest pit of myself was insecurity. I was alone. I didn’t wake up to that same KISS alarm clock Brian sets every night before work. IIIII don’t wanna toss-and-turn all niiiight, and wake up oooon time! It wasn’t there, and Brian wasn’t there to yell at me to get up and get ready for work. It was only me.

But with him sitting next to me, after hearing all that stuff he’s been keeping from me—even though I should be mad—I’m relieved. And it may have been the intoxicating aroma he’s giving off or the gentle pats on the back he’s giving me. But I think it’s something else. I think it’s something much better than that.

I’m not alone. In any sense of the word.

“Sooo,” he says shifting a little bit toward me. I realize that I’ve been losing myself in the caressing his hand is giving my coat. Hands feel so soft, by the way. “What does it feel like?”

I sniffled back some snot. God, I’m a wreck. Might as well burn the rest of my man cards along with every pair of gloves I own and all the meat in the fridge. “What does what feel like?”

“Oh, you know…” His eyes dart back and forth, looking at everything but me. “Your, umm, your pussy.”

I cough when I understand what he just mumbled. I stare at him. “Right now? You seriously want to know what this thing feels like right now?”

He just blushes and nods.

I sigh. I’m going to need about two years of therapy to live this incident down. How the hell am I supposed to describe how getting impaled on a cock feels like? “Well,” I start. “It’s sort of like—”

“Right in here, Dr. Spalding! Right this way,” a voice interrupts, drawing both Brian’s attention and my own. He jumps up, and I slink down. That voice was very familiar.

Brian steps outside and quietly shuts the gate behind him. He makes a keep quiet gesture with his hands and starts walking out of my view. I can hear my horse-sized heart beating faster as Brian approaches who I can only tell is the owner. An old fashioned man with more white suits and bolo ties than any one person should own. Much like Colonel Sanders without the white hair and quite-so protruded gut, but with all of the hard-working, down-home traditionalism one would expect a native Texan to possess.

“Hello, sir,” I hear Brian say. “What can I do for you?”

A small pause lingers in the air.

“Who are you?”

“Sir,” Brian says. “I’m Brian—”

“What are you doing back here?” he interrupts.

I hear some uneasy shifting of stance and what sounds like Brian struggling to come up with an answer. Come on, dude, you can do it. I’m just gonna sit this one out. Play dumb, you know? You’ve gotta handle it.

“I was, uhh, grabbing a bag that I left in here earlier.” A short pause once again takes hold of the stable. “...Sir, I work for you. I’m a stablehand.”

A slow chuckle starts transforming into the unhealthy, diabetic guffawing I’ve recognized come out of the old Texan’s mouth. I shiver. God, it sounds like he’s the type of person who’d kill me and turn me into pulled pork. Err, whatever you call pulled pony meat.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so, boy! If you’re an employee of mine, then everything’s alright. But, to be honest, I thought you’d be outside battin’ off those reporters tryin’ to get in. Ya know, like what I ordered my maintenance team to do.” His expression turns stern, but a creepy smile remains. Very passive aggressive, I have to say.

I scrunch my nose. Wow, our boss is a dick. I think I can smell the country-range, deep fried douchebag all the way from over here. And that’s hard, because ever since I woke up, my nose has been itching and tickling like I’d spent all night snorting cocaine through a folded $100 bill. Something is in the air. Something strange, and I can’t tell if I like it, or if I love it.

“Uhh, sorry, sir. I was just about to leave. And sorry, but I need to get my bag. I left it back there.”

I hear footsteps round the corner and Brian comes into view. He barely even looks my way. “I’ll be back tonight to get you out, okay?” he whispers, barely audible. I nod in confirmation.

“Just, please, don’t leave me here.” I say softly. “This place feels wrong. I feel wrong.”

Brian looks at me smiles a little. “I said I’ll be back, okay?”

My heart tightens and I feel fear again. “Don’t leave me in here, Brian. Save me!” I hiss, barely audible above a whisper. “For the love of god, save me from myself! I don’t want to be a pony or a horse! Please don’t leave me locked in these stables like a goddamned horse! Everyone thinks I belong here. They’re going to treat me like an animal. Please, Brian! I… I… don’t want to stay here! I’m not a mare, I’m a man! I’m a man!”

I was a man…

The whole exchange didn’t last but a few second, but my body was shaking and sputtering in an uncontrollable, female mess. And the weird part is, is that I have no idea why I’m doing it. I’m just doing it. It’s a stabbing feeling, and not the good kind either. One that’s hacking and hacking away at my arms and my legs and my back. I hate it. It’s like I’m being rained on in the middle of November, out in the cold with nothing but my own two legs.

I wince. Four legs. My own four legs.

Tears are collecting in little droplets on my fur as they struggle to find a way down the plinko game on my cheeks. I don’t dare whimper and call attention to myself, those other people are right around the corner.

Brian was staring at me, he sets his bag down and gives me his sympathetic look. Damn that stare. It makes me feel like a child.

I feel a hand reach into the stall and rub my face softly. Gently wiping away the tears as they rolled from my eyes. His hands are soft and warm compared to the frigid stable air. Comforting and soothing. I lean into it, and he speaks. “Hang in there, buddy. I really gotta go! This guy could fire me a blink if he wanted to. I’ll come back as soon as I can, though, okay?” He’s speaking quietly. The owner is only around the next corner.

It takes all my strength, but I manage not to break down into a sobbing wreck as he tickles my ears lovingly. I nod slowly.

He smiles for a second, but it turns into a solemn gaze. “I promise, I’ll be back,” he whispers.

I watch as he shuffles his way back, picks up his bag once more, and walks out past the owner, saying a quick goodbye to him before exiting the barn and slamming the door. Two sets of footsteps grew louder as two men stand in front of my stall.

“Jesus, what the hell is that thing?” the first man asks. He’s got curly, brown hair and a big nose. He’s pretty short for a man, and he doesn’t look all that physical. More of the bookworm type, I’d assume.

“It’s the pony I was tellin’ you about, Doctor. The one that interrupted one of my races to, uhh, make special use of my stallions.” The man speaking is the owner of the track and most of the horses in the stable. Like I said, he’s reminiscent of a young Colonel Sanders. That’s really all I know about him, other than the fact he’s a vicious gambler and an even more gruesome businessman. If you can even differentiate between the two.

“Well,” the doctor started. “I can see its resemblance but to be honest, I’ve never seen anything quite like it.” He took a step closer. “I mean, look at it. Its eyes are the size of softballs! And its mane color is unnatural!”

The owner steps forward and rests his hands on the gate. “Pretty rare, I’d wager. Haven’t really seen anything like it myself. Doctor, would you say I’ve got a rarity on my hands.”

The doctor chuckled. “Maybe, but let’s just give it an exam to check up on its health. It could just be a pony that’s so damn sick it turned blue and grew larger eyes.”

“Aww, shucks. You think it’s contagious, doctor?”

“No. I don’t think so. I mean, look at the way it’s watching us. Doesn’t seem to be keeling over anytime soon, I’d imagine.” He pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

Hey, Gilbert Lowe, watch it with that ‘it’ stuff. I’m not an ‘it’, thank you very much. Try not to piss me off, because god only knows what the hell I’ve had to deal with in the past fucking hour alone. I’ve got teeth. Non-sharp, leaf eating teeth, but nevertheless, I’m sure they hurt plenty.

“Why don’t we get the examination started, hm? The sooner we find out what it is, the faster we can determine whether or not you can keep it.” He unhinges the handle and takes a step in. I’m standing stock still.

Keep it? Keep me? Just wait one goddamned second, calculator man! I’m no one’s property but my own, and if you think for one second that you’re going to come in here and—

“Come here, horsey.” He nickers his lips. “That’s right, I’m not going to hurt you. Just come here. We’re gonna give you a little check up, okay, horsey?” The doctor takes a step toward me, braying me to come closer and put my head in a length of rope he had tied in a knot.

Hey, buddy, if you think for one second that I’m going to put my head in there, you’re a lot dumber than you look. I take a step back and stomp a hoof. Both men jump a little. That’s right, assholes, stay away from me. Call me Crazy Horse because I’m one sonuvabitch who’s not gonna take this sitting down. Put your fingers near my muzzle, I dare you.

Part of me wants to just start talking to them and settle this issue like a civilized human being to avoid this whole nightmarish situation. But I’m hesitant. What would these guys do if they heard me talk? Would I get thrown in jail for seducing two of that guy’s horses in front of a live crowd? What about the government? They sure as hell wouldn’t let me just live my life like a normal human being. At least, that’s not what Hollywood has lead me to believe. But then again, why would I trust Hollywood in the first place?

And besides, I have to go south to find Discord! He’s going to be waiting for me so I can go… for that thing… err…” I blink a few times and try to think, but the haze of being in this stable is really starting to get to me. I could feel my body practically soaking up these horse smells, and it’s making it hard to remember why I was supposed to go… North? No, West? I was supposed to go West for something, I think. Mmm, maybe it was for a pack of stallions…

“Gotcha!” A rope wraps around my neck and tightens up to a strangling squeeze. What the fuck!? I pull against his grasp as hard as I can, and the doctor and owner both fight against me. They’re stronger, though, and before I know it, I’m being pulled out into the open stable as I neigh and grunt in strain.

They bring me to the tall wooden support beam in the center of the structure, forcing another bit into my mouth and tying me up so I can’t get away. They let go, and I start bucking like a bronco. That’s right, assholes, take a step closer to me and see how far that gets you! I’m not above nut shots, and you may not have any, but I’ll still give it a fucking try!

“Woah, woah, boy, easy now. We don’t want to hurt you.”

“Ahem,” the owner interrupts, “It’s a mare, not a stallion.”

That’s right, dick faces. I’m a mare, not a… not a… I’m not a stallion… I mentally facepalm. Of course I’m a stallion, I’m just not in the right body right now! Yeah, I just need to climb this gigantic pile of literal horse shit that seemed to find me, of all people, and get my old body back.

“Oh, alright then. Atta girl, just calm down, okay?” I nicker. Okay, I’m not going to be calm, nerd, but I won’t buck you in the jaw as long as you appreciate my personal space. “Now,” he says, putting on a pair of rubber gloves from his bag. “If you would be so kind, Mr. Callahan, as to keep her calm while I perform the examination, I would very much appreciate it.”

The owner chimes in with a quick “Of course,” before jumping to my side and gently rubbing my coat and scratching behind my ears. Okay, this is a little bit creepy, not gonna lie. My employer, the man who pays me to clean up shit from the floor, is touching me like I’m an animal.

But damn, did it feel good. My ears keep twitching with every scratch, and his fingers are doing wonders on my fur. Oh god, this is too addicting.

“Open wide, sweetie,” the doctor says. Okay, I’ll do it. Just don’t stop scratching that itch. Yeah, right there, aww yeah. I find my back leg shaking back and forth uncontrollably like a dog’s when you rub its belly. But hell, there’s no way I’m stopping him. This shit feels too good!

I open my mouth and his hands start prodding their way around my tongue and teeth. It’s a little uncomfortable, but manageable. His eyes pan back and forth, searching for anything out of the ordinary.

“Nothing seems to be wrong with her mouth. Perfectly healthy, very clean looking teeth. And her breath… doesn’t smell bad at all.”

Thank you, Crest Toothpaste™. You’re a real life saver.

“Alright, keep doing what you’re doing, I’m gonna go behind and see if I can’t examine her genitalia.”

I groan into the bridle in my mouth. Is this what heaven feels like? Being felt up by an old Texan with hands crafted by the gods? I know I can never tell him who I am now after this. Way too creepy and embarrassing. But still, I’m not going to—

Oh my god! My eyes light up and my face feels like it drained of all my blood. He’s touching me down… oh god, he’s touching my…

I neigh and stomp a hoof, earning a gentle pat on the rump by another set of hands. “Calm down, girl, I’m just going to make sure you’re healthy. Mr. Callahan, make sure she doesn’t buck me when I’m back here.”

The hand on my side starts stroking a little harder, almost restraining, really. It’s a little harder for me to move, but my legs are as strong as horses’. Just a smaller, more feminine version. “Alright, girl, don’t worry, this will all be over soon.”

I feel a gentle prod at my lower lips as one side parts out of the way. I soft breeze is rustling against my pink insides, and a shiver runs up my spine as he explores deeper. I close my eyes and bite down hard on my bridle.

Dude! Stop fingering me! Not…

I groan into the bit.

… cool. Not cool at all. I hear slick meaty sound coming from behind as more of his hand, his fingers included, push more and more of my leathery flaps out of the way. This is so wrong! Very, very wrong! My legs are shaking and my teeth would be chattering, had it not been for the piece of metal wedged between them.

“Her clitoris is fine. In fact, it’s very responsive to being touched.”

Unf, yeah, very responsive. Just keep touching that spot.

“Good girl. That’s it, I’m not going to hurt you.” He pushes in deeper until his entire fist is a few inches inside of me, and I feel his other hand inspect my expanded lips with little prods. I know I shouldn’t be reacting this badly to something as small as a hand in there, considering I had well over two feet of horse cock jammed in there pretty hard, but I didn’t ask for this! This was totally not my choice this time! My pussy is meant for horse cocks, not human forearms! What’s this guy into, bestiality?

Sick, dude!

My breathing becomes shallow, and I close my eyes as I struggle not to groan. Why the hell does this have to feel so good?

“A lot of lubrication, that’s for sure. I almost feel bad for the poor dear. No wonder she tried to get attention from your stallions; she’s in a lot of pain down here.”

“How is she, doctor? Anything wrong with the plumbing?” I groan at the comment, but only a neigh comes out of my mouth. I’m lost in the twist and turns of his entire forearm checking my tunnel for something wrong. Just keep searching, doctor. You’re gonna find something in a second if you keep that up.

“Oh, she’s fine so far. You can never be too careful. And as it turns out, she’s in heat, so she probably doesn’t think anything of me checking her like this.”

Hehe, you got that right, doctor.

“See, she’s even holding up her tail without me having to keep it up. If I didn’t know any better…”

I stomp on the ground with a hoof as he hits a spot that sends my stomach fluttering, and my eyes seeing little white stars everywhere. Oh god, I’ve got to… My legs start to buckle and I groan heavily into my ball gag… err… no wait, it’s a horse bridle, and it’s not supposed to feel good! Dammit, stupid vet, stop turning me on like this!

My pussy clenches down on his fist, and my insides feel like they’re on fire. I close my eyes and fluid squirts out of me in a messy stream of hot, wet lubrication. Oh, fuck me that’s good. I feel him start to remove his hand from me, but I bear down harder on him. Don’t you dare take that out, you asshole. You put it there, and hell, you’re gonna finish what you started.

I ride my orgasm with continued bliss as I squirt more and more all over the doctor who won’t quit yelling at me and spanking my flanks. That’s right, I’m a dirty mare, doctor. Enjoy your shower!

My genitals milk his hand as if it were a large, horse cock. It isn’t the same, but my mind fills in the gaps where it’s needed. I feel shame when I think about it, but I can’t not think about it. It’s all I can think about! Something’s wrong, but I don’t even care! His knuckles adjust in a way that feels like a stallion flaring inside me. Do it! I’m a fucking mare!

The last wave of pleasure passes over me, and I let go of his arm, sending him reeling back into the owner. I lay down, breathing heavily as the man who just brought me to climax shouts and hollers at Mr. Callahan. I look back at him.

The doctor’s face was beet red, blushing and angry all at the same time. He was fuming. “Listen, I don’t know what you’re trying to pull here, but I don’t deal with this bull shit! I’m a doctor, for christ’s sake!”

Mr. Callahan stares at him in shock. “What’re you talking about? You’re the one that just gave a handy to my horse.”

“Never, in my years as a vet, have I ever induced a mare to orgasm by examination.”

Think again, buddy. You got this gal to go from pretty moist to squirting orgasm in ten seconds flat. I giggle on the inside. God, I’m an idiot.

“You can forget about me working with you ever again! To think, I’ve been coming here for five years, and then you decide to do something like this!”

“Sir, I don’t quite understand what this is,” the owner bumbles out.

“Hmph, laugh all you want, Mr. Callahan. You’ll never have a decent veterinarian work for you as long as you live!” the doctor yells as he scoops up his gear and storms towards the stable door.

“Wait,” the owner yells. “You never told me if she can get pregnant or not!” He waits for a reply, but the doctor keeps stomping off. “Well, can she?!”

The doctor stops at the door and turns around. “That crazy animal is a healthy and very fertile mare. Biologically, there’s nothing unusual or wrong about her in the slightest. As for her mental status, however, only god knows what sort of sick tricks you apparently trained her to do to me!” He harrumphed. “Regardless, you won’t see me around here again! And I’ll be billing you an extra thousand dollars for that stunt! Good day!”

My legs are still weak from my fun earlier, and I’m laying down to relax for the first time in a while. It had been hours since the owner had left me in this stall. He didn’t say a word after that incredibly handy doctor left, and no one had come in to check up on my since then. I lift my head and look around.

At least I have a little bit of company, though.

All around me are several horses, each busy either eating some hay in the bucket at the corner or playing with a little blue ball. They’re kicking it against the wall and back and forth between each other. It’s actually very cute. I can’t help but d’aaw at the sight.

I let out a yawn and rub my jaw a bit. It was sore from biting down in the bridle so hard, but luckily the owner took it off before he left.

I try to stand up, but my legs buckle.

Damn this heat! I’d kick it in the ass if I could, and I’m getting damn tired of it kicking my ass! My pussy is dripping wet. A little bit of semen is still slipping out of me and onto the ground. I made the mistake before of taking it in my hoof and sniffing it.

It’s intoxicating.

I look around in the stall I’m in and thank god that the owner put me in here with some company. I lick my lips. Time to have some fun.

I trot up to the nearest horse turn my back to it. I raise my tail and present myself like I had seen so many times working on this track. In a second, I would feel the burden of a whole stallion, desperately trying to nail me like a mare. I shudder. Yeah, this is gonna feel pretty good.

I wait. And wait. And wait.

I turn my head around to see the horse still in the same spot, staring at me like I’m some sort of weirdo. “What?” I ask. “I’m giving myself to you. Take me. Go on, you dumb horse.”

I wait. And wait…

“Goddamnit!” I turn back around a face the horse. “What’s wrong with me, huh? You’re not into ponies?” I shout in a feminine voice. “That’s racist! You don’t see any other horses refusing me, do you?”

The horse looks at me with a funny face, as if it hadn’t expected me to talk.

“Wait a second,” I say, craning my neck the side. “You’re not a…” I kick a hoof at the ground. “You’re not a stallion.” I see two teats attached to two very large crotchboobs. “Damnit!” My eyes watch the large, hanging mounds below her belly, jiggling back and forth. They were big and round, probably full of milk for a little foal to drink. I crane my neck and look down at my own pair of teats.

They’re… not nearly as big. My sacs are much smaller, and more cartoon like than real. The nipples look like cute little, tan Hershey’s Kisses. Not anything like the foal suckling set that the other mare was gifted.

Why did she get to have big boobs and I didn’t? Is that why she was just mounted and I wasn’t? I see a slow stream of semen dripping down her plot and falling to the ground. That should be me! Will stallions turn me down because I don’t have big teats? I kick a hoof at the dirty floor. Why couldn’t she have the cute little pony tits instead of me? I want the big, saggy, all-purpose crotch boobs, not these!

The horse just sort of looks at me with its big, black eyes and turns its stupid head to the side. Stupid mare, why couldn’t they have put me into a stall with a tall, hunk of a stallion. One who wouldn’t hesitate for a second before mounting me and fucking me so hard I can’t think straight. But no, I get stuck with you. A mare would rather eat hay and play with a fucking ball than provide me any sort of relief.

What a shame, too. That long tongue would have done wonders on my pussy.

My eyes light up as an imaginary light bulb appears above my head. Of course! Why didn’t I think of it before? Maybe they just don’t know what I’m after.

I trot behind the horse and start caressing her flank. All she needs is a little coaxing, and we could have some fun tonight.

The mare turns her head to look back at me. I’m not very good at reading horse emotions, but it feels like she’s either giving me a “please, keep going,” look or a “step away from the rear or else you’re getting a mouth full of hoof.” Either way, I don’t really feel like stopping. My cunt is dripping again, and my clit is popping out in that familiar, twitchy way. If there was a stallion in here, he would have tackled me just to get in my pretty pony puss. Well, maybe not pretty. After all, it did look a lot like the horse pussy I’m staring at right now. Leathery, lots of extra skin, and practically oozing a clearish, white liquid. You know, a week ago I would have gagged just looking at this, but right now, I think it looks pretty cute.

And tasty.

I put both my hooves around her flanks and she neighs. I keep rubbing, but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, her tail lifts out of the way, and I get a better look at the used, gaping cunt that I’ve been smelling for the past five minutes. I’ve seen horse pussies every day working at this place, but never once did I ever feel so attracted to them as I did now.

Wink.

The mare’s clitoris is covered in a wet, white fluid that drips down to the floor. I think she’s just going into heat right now. I feel you, sister. I know the pains of a mare in the summer time. I bet you’d like a nice long cock to stuff you like a stocking.

I give her lips a kiss.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a cock anymore, but I do have one of these.” I put my mouth up to her pussy, and like the first time I ever made out with a girl, began to slip a little bit of my tongue through my lips and into hers. She tasted salty. I think a stallion may have had some fun with her recently and used her to pump some of his delicious seed into. I lather my tongue around her clit and suck on it as it twitches on and off in my mouth.

She whinnies as I reach a hoof under and play with her teats. As a mare, I bet she’s never experienced this sort of feeling before. I bet she’ll be more than happy to return the favor.

Time for my long, pony tongue to get down to business. I snake my tongue around her clit one last time before pushing it past her folds and into her tunnel. She tastes amazing! I can’t exactly say what that flavor is, but along with the smell, it’s so intoxicating, I feel my tail lifting instinctually. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I imagine getting mounted by my mate. I wish I could clop, but my hooves are busy, and I can’t reach my clit from this position.

But then again, I always loved teasing myself.

I feel her crevices and nooks, her ridges, and her soft little bumps along her passage. My tongue is getting in deeper than any human tongue ever could, and from her labored breathing, I’d say she likes it. My chin keeps bumping into her clit, and I start to rub it with what I can.

I feel her clench down and fidget where she’s standing. I open my eyes. Oh my god.

A rush of white liquid, a mixture of old stallion semen and mare juices shoots into my mouth and all over my face. It’s like a jet the way it comes out, and it doesn’t stop for a good while. I keep licking, hoping that it’ll bring her to the most intense orgasm she’s ever had. And I think I’ve done just that.

The horse starts to separate from me and starts to turn around. I land on my hooves and we both look at each other eye to eye. Her expression doesn’t change, but she reaches over me with her long neck and starts to nuzzle my mane.

My heart explodes. She’s thanking me.

For a bit, she kind of tries eating my mane with her horsey lips and I chuckle about it, but that burning liquid in my loins wants more than that. I stand up, turn around and lift my tail, looking back at her to return the favor. Come on, horsey. You know what to do. Just give it a little taste with that muscled, strong tongue of yours. Just a little lick, come on.

I raise my flanks even higher, presenting myself to her for my pleasure. She stares at my flanks and takes a step closer. Yes, that’s right, go ahead. Good girl.

She cranes her neck over my rear. I close my eyes. That’s it.

I feel…

I feel my tail being tugged as the horse starts to mindlessly bite at it with her teeth. Aww, damnit. I was so damn close, too! I lower myself back to the ground and pout like a kid who just had their candy taken away. Why are horses so dumb? I need some fucking relief right now, and this bitch won’t even give me some head!

Damn selfish, that’s what I say!

Well, looks like I’m going to be clopping like I usually do on a lonely night. I guess some things don’t really change that much when you go from human to pony. I look down at my slit. I guess it just changes how you do things.

I get to work rubbing myself and get into a nice groove. A hoof is no cock, and man did I wish I had fingers, but nevertheless, it gets the job done. Better to have something rather than nothing, I always say.

It just sucks that I can’t get a nice, thick horsecock to end this nightmare of a day. I look across the stalls into the one where the stallions are sleeping for the night. All of them, every single one, is watching me, not moving, with erections that could break bricks. Damn, I’ve put on a little show for them, haven’t I? And I bet my smell is driving them crazy, hehe.

I pout. I wish I could just go into that stall for the night. You know, just walk over there and slip into that stall.

I stop clopping.

Wait, why am I still here? There’s literally nothing stopping me from going over there!

I stand up like a child getting presents on Christmas day and run to the stall door. The latch on it is easy to reach through the gaps in the board, and I very easily open it.

My mouth waters as I see my path to the stallions is unfettered and wide open. My fantasy, my recent addiction. It’s right there for me to take.

I smile. This is going to be a good night.

Author's Notes:

Sorry about the long wait, people. I get really busy around the holidays, and it took me twice as long to get the rough draft out. I hope you like it, though. And expect another update much sooner than this one.

And those KISS lyrics are totally okay to have in here. I checked.

Chapter Four

For the record, I’d just like to say that one of the greatest feelings in the world—if not the greatest—is knowing that something that you’re doing is making others happy. Whether it be bringing misdelivered mail to your next door neighbors or feeding homeless people at the local soup kitchen, there’s always an ounce of satisfaction to gain from making someone else’s life just a little bit better. That being said, you can only imagine how satisfied I feel giving this big hunk of a stallion on my back the ride of his life.

I neigh as loud as I can into the dirty, hay covered ground of the stable stall, trying my hardest not to buckle under the weight of my mate. My breathing is strained, and in between every guttural horse sound my body emits involuntarily, I moan in ecstasy. I sound like a mix between a college girl and a horse, each getting pounded hard from behind. I feel like an animal. He is an animal.

They call him Saturday on the track, and he’s the first one that mounted me earlier today. He’s a thoroughbred that the creepy owner somehow snagged out of Prague for less than three grand in exchange for birthing rights to one of our studs. A hell of a deal in my opinion. Not because he was the best racer or the strongest horse, but because…

Let’s just say he’s a little more well endowed than the others.

My pussy is quivering from his thick, meaty skin rubbing back and forth inside it. I’m being stretched out more than I’d been before, and it feels like his cock is getting bigger and bigger as he thrusts against me. My lips burned a little as they tried to swallow his whole cock, having a little bit of trouble around the medial ring, but he keeps jamming it in there. That had to be the best part of being a horse. When your mate wants to cum, he’s going to do anything he can to get you pregnant. Even if it meant hurting my little pony pussy.

I call it little, but it probably isn’t so cute anymore. Not like the tasty looking pony cunts on Derpibooru. No, it was probably saggy by now. It was all stretched out and loose, looking like the gross cunts on all the mares I used to clean stalls for. It was being used like a cock sleeve for something that was never meant to penetrate it. Pony cocks are the right size for me, not horses. I don’t even know how I managed to fit something so long and wide inside that little slit. I was wet, yeah, but still… lubrication can only do so much.

Saturday grunts above me and starts thrusting in a little harder. Oh yeah, right there, boy. The noises we’re making are disgusting and erotic, wet and messy. I’m pouring out vaginal fluids in a gush around his medial ring, sloppily squirting out in a spray of sticky juices. His precum was leaking from the tip of his cock and adding a layer of sticky, viscous goo to my juices. He keeps ramming my cervix every couple seconds as he thrusts. It hurt like hell at first, but eventually my whole insides sort of went numb. Being treated so rough felt amazing beyond words. I look back at the animal fucking me, and I knew how wrong this all was. But, as wrong and filthy as this is, it just made it that much hotter for me.

I bite on my hoof as I suppress my scream. I’m being torn apart by a cock that’s nearly the entire length of my torso and wider than a hoof. His hips aren’t even touching mine. He’s only about over half way in, and I’ve reached my limit. No more, big guy. Please no more. That’s good right there, just keep humping. Oh god, please keep humping.

I grind my flank against him so he can reach those special spots inside me that make me squeal. As a dude, you only have like one or two incredibly sensitive spots that’ll make you feel all tingly inside. But as a mare, you’ve got crevices and kinks that’ll make you jump, squirm, squirt, wink, moan, neigh, whinny, buckle, scream for more, and finally, beg for some of that sweet, sweet stallion butter to cool your buttons once you cum.

His flaring head stretches me farther than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m going to get torn in half! Oh god, he’s going to kill me! “Get out!” I scream. “Get off me! I don’t want it anymore!” I pull away as hard as I can, but he’s persistent. He follows me and grips my barrel with his hooves and pulls me back onto his cock. His balls are slapping in between my thighs, and the tip of his cock is staying firmly against my cervix. I gasp and wheeze as I’m impaled on his rod.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I chant as the hot, gooey substance shoots into me. It doesn’t take long for me to fill up and Saturday’s spunk to squirt out. It’s like a waterfall when he finally does dismount me. And just like earlier, I can’t even feel my ass. My poor, poor ass. It doesn’t deserve this sort of abuse. I’m left lying on the dirt, huffing and wheezing as I try to catch the breath that was knocked out of me.

“You’re terrible for me,” I say, patting my mate’s leg. “You know that?”

He shakes his mane and whinnies in response.

“Goddamn, that was hard. I think you made me cum twice. I can’t remember. It was a little hazy.”

Saturday turns around and looks away with disinterest. “And you’re a horse… damn, why do I keep forgetting that you can’t understand me?”

“Because you’re fucked up, that’s why.”

I nearly jump out of my own skin when the voice jumps so suddenly into my big pony ears. Oh shit… My heart sinks, and my muscles go slack from the realization that I would have to face him.

“How long?” I asked.

“How long is what?”

“How long have you been watching?”

I wheel around to see none other than Brian. Goddamnit, Brian. He’s standing there, leaning against the post with a smirk so snide, it would make a grandmother want to slap him. Slowly, he shakes his head and clicks his tongue in a metronome.

“Oh, long enough, I’d assume. By the way, is it always necessary to fellate the stallion before he mounts you?”

The look on my face says horrified, I’d imagine. I was caught red handed, with my hoof in the cookie jar. Or rather, Saturday’s cock in my cookie jar…

“I c-can explain.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“I… um… I was, uhh…” I stutter, trying desperately to get up on my hooves, which was a lot harder than I remember. Must be from all the strain trying to keep Saturday on my back. My knees almost buckle, and I’m shaking pretty heavily. “I was… making sure he’s perfectly healthy. Yup, that’ it.” I pat him on the flank. “Everything checks out here.”

I look up at Brian and smile as broadly as I can, though, I think my eyes are betraying me with an expression of concern.

“Hmm, well,” he says, opening the gate. “So, you were willing to let yourself get ‘ripped in half’ for his sake?”

I nod my head slowly, gritting my teeth. “You know me,” I force out of my mouth. “All I do is give.”

He lowers his head and lifts an eyebrow. “I could argue the opposite, actually.”

He breaks out into a round of laughter as I sulk on the ground. That’s it. That was the last straw. Now I might actually have to kill him when all this is over. It’d be easy, too, with basically two battering rams attached to my back legs. Just one kick and BOOM! Knocked out cold. Then I’d just have to find that shovel…

“Laugh it up, jackass. Now are we getting out of here or not?”

Brian finishes his chuckling and nods while throwing a back pack on the ground. “I found a note on your bed, and it was signed from Discord. I guess he was the one who did this to you.”

I nod. Yeah, I remember now. The note… and Discord. Everything. Shit, I roll my neck and stretch. I’ve got to find him and reverse whatever he did before those ponies leave. I can’t exactly remember when the deadline was, but I’m pretty sure it was soon. And the sooner I get out there, the better.

“But the note said to meet him ten miles south of our apartment, in the woods.” He rubs his chin and makes a thinking man pose. “And I thought to myself, ‘Brian, why would someone just give a random direction and tell you to go a certain distance’. I mean, where are we? Skyrim?”

I rummage through the bag as he’s talking. It looks like he went to the store before he came by. I’m actually surprised the stores are open this late. It’s like midnight right now. Huh… I shrug and get back to rummaging.

“So, I went on the computer and figured out that there used to be an old horse farm around that distance.”

“And what does this have to do with anything?” I asked, pulling out a box of condoms from the box. Pfft, they wouldn’t fit a horse’s penis. What good that’ll do.

“Don’t interrupt me, I was just getting to that.” He rolls his eyes. “So, the point is, now I know where exactly he wants us to meet him.”

I pull out a bunch of bananas. “Dude, I already knew where to meet him. There was a map attached to the letter.”

He threw up his hands. “Goddamnit, really?”

“It took me forever to figure that out. Shit!”

I pat his leg with a banana. “It’s alright. Thanks for trying.” If it’s any consolation, now that we know the exact address, it’ll be much easier to get there. And now we’re one step closer to getting me turned back into a 100%, meat eatin’, hog tyin’, car drivin’, football watchin’, masterbatin’ human. With a cock and balls, I might add. Good old cock and balls.

“Oh, and Daniel,” Brian says.

“Hmm?” I respond, throwing a can of Vienna sausages into the corner of the stall.

“You can thank me for deleting your internet history while I was on there. It’d be a shame if the only thing people remember us by is the incredibly large amount of clop we watched.”

I wince at the noise of glass shattering, and I think it’s all in my head. Wait, wait, wait. Go back. “Huh?” I ask, unable to say anything else.

“I said ‘you can thank me’ because I cleared the clop off of your computer.” He stared at me, and I stared back, mouth wide open. “Wait, you’re not upset about that, are you? I didn’t think you were so attached to your porn…”

“No!” I shout. “It’s not about the porn. The porn is fine.” I roll my eyes. “It’s what you said after that.”

He scratches his head. “How people would remember us when we’re gone?”

I shake my head in disbelief. “You’re joking right?” He’s gotta be joking. There’s no way he can be serious right now. What kind of idiot are you?

“Um… no.”

“You said ‘when we’re gone’. Don’t tell me you want to go to Equestria…”

He looks at me like I just killed a kitten. “And you don’t want to go?”

I return the same expression. “What the fuck, Brian. Of course not! Why the hell would I want to stay like this?” I wave my hooves over my body for emphasis, specifically my southern regions.

“Well, I didn’t see you complaining when you were being fucked.”

Oh… you did not just bring that up. Oh man, you’re playing dirty, amigo.

“Hey! You think I wanted to do that?”I get up and take my offensive pony stance—so viscous. “You have no clue what it’s like to go into heat!” I take a step closer, and he slinks down a bit. “It’s like my fucking insides are on fire! And it only gets worse!” I take another step, he shrinks down even more. “And you’re going to come in here and tell me that I take some sort of sick pleasure from being ripped apart from taking it from a horse?”

I’m basically standing over him now and snorting in his face. His eyebrows are raised and his eyes as wide as a scared little puppy.

“You think I like taking a cock?” I shout in his face, anger dripping from my lips.

He feebly shakes his head. “N-no.”

“Good! Because it sucks dick! I hate it…” I remove myself from him and trot back to the bag in a huff. I begin sorting through the black ski masks, one cut with holes for pony ears.

“And why the fuck did you bring all this stuff!? What are we going to do, rob a bank?” I throw my hooves in the air in exaggeration.

I hear him chuckle and crack his knuckles. I look over and see him sitting there with a sly grin on his face, as if he was up to something sinister. His eyes are pallid and askew, and a general lines of fuckery creases his forehead.

“Actually,” he says in a tone of remembrance. “I’m glad you brought that up. You see, we’ve got some time before we have to show up at that farm, so I was hoping you could help me with something.”

I gaze at him zealously. “Huh?” I don’t like the look he’s giving me.

He gets up and saunters over to the bag, picking it up. “You’re an understanding guy, right?”

I look at him warily. “What’s your point?”

“My point!” he says, smiling. “My dear Daniel, is that I’m a man of opportunity! I take it by the haunches and thrust it into the future!” He makes a lewd gesture with his hips and grasps his hand in a fist. “Surely you can see where I’m coming from? The information, Dan! The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that was, for some reason, thrown at you of all people! And lucky for the scientific community, you just so happen to have a roommate who feels the need to give a little back.”

I don’t really see where he’s going with this until he takes a few things out of his bag. Namely, the condoms. “Brian!” I yell. “If you think we’re going to have sex for ‘science’, then you’re dead wrong!” I take defensive position and mask my plot with my tail. We’re on defcon-1, pussy under quarantine. Nothing in, nothing out.

I’m surprised when Brian starts to chuckle. “Haha, you thought… you thought I wanted to have sex with you?” I stare at him, and he laughs even harder. “Dude, haha, why would I want to bang my roommate? You were a guy, like, yesterday.”

I blush. “Then, what the hell are you doing with all that stuff? And what’s with the condoms?”

He looks down and smiles. “Well, one thing: if you let me finish explaining, then you’ll understand, and two, why would I need condoms when we’re different species? I’m pretty sure I can’t get a horse pregnant, Dan.”

I clench my hind legs at the thought of getting pregnant. My pussy is quivering at the thought, and my teats are starting to get hard. My body wants it so badly, and my brain is losing a battle against my will over the matter. I need to get pregnant, but I can’t… No, that would be wrong. So totally wrong.

“Listen,” he says. “All I want to do is give you a few little ‘fun’ tests to see if your experiences change when you’re a pony. It’s nothing life changing, and I swear, it’s no big deal. It’s just for… posthumous recordings, that’s all.”

“I, uhh…” I waver back and forth between a yes and no. I really just want to get out of here before I get horny and fuck another horse, but still, I think we have plenty of time. And, he does look pretty dedicated to this… “I guess you can test my body. I mean, as long as we have enough time to get to Discord, right?”

He nods happily and ruffles my mane. I’m left in a mad blush as he starts rifling through his stuff.

“Okay, so first things first,” he says, “I need you to turn around real quick, okay?”

I hesitate at first, but slowly turn around, making sure my tail is still glued to my slit. This is so embarrassing.

“So,” I ask. “What sort of thing are you going to—”

Whop!

“OW! MOTHER FUCKER!” I jump into the air and land on my face, ass stinging like I was stung by 20 wasps. I rub the affected area with a hoof and pull back when it stings even more. What the hell was that!? I turn my neck back to see Brian standing there with a clipboard in one hand and a leather horse crop in the other.

“How did that feel?” he asks coolly.

I grunt in disbelief. “How did that feel? How did that feel?!” I get up and get in his face. “How the hell do you think it felt, you jerk?” I rub my flank again in an attempt to soothe the mark which has undoubtedly turned red. “Why did you just whip me?” I ask.

He writes something down on his clipboard and looks back up at me. “It was a test to see if your flanks are as sensitive as a human’s still. By the way, did that feel like you think it would if you were still a human?”

Again, I’m reminded that I’m not a human, and also, that my roommate is a huge dumbass.

“How the hell am I supposed to know! I’ve never been whipped with a horse crop when I was a human!”

He looks down at his notes and erases a few things. “My bad, probably should have asked you about that first.”

“Son of a bitch!” I yell, finally getting over the searing pain in my rear. There’s definitely going to be some lingering butt-hurt for a while, that’s for sure.

“Alright…” he checks something off with his pen. “Now, onto the next test.”

I look at him with a cold expression. “No. Just no. I’m not letting you hit me again. Dude, that’s fucking animal cruelty.”

He sighs. “Come on, dude. It was just a little slap with a crop! There was a 50/50 chance it wouldn’t hurt you at all… and I thought you were a man! What happened to wanting to be a member of the human race?”

I return his response with a stink eye.

“Please, just help me with this one thing. I’ll never ask you for anything ever again! Please? I swear, the rest of the tests have nothing to do with whipping you.”

I turn my head up away from him, but eventually, eye him. “So, none of them are going to be painful?” I ask.

“None whatsoever, I swear,” he answers, hand in the air like a fusion of the Boy Scout pledge and the Hitler youth’s.

I pause for a moment. Ugh, I can’t believe I’m going to let him do this. Man, he hit me right in the invisible gonads. “Alright, but you have one chance.

He smiles and grabs a couple other things out of his bag. “Okay,” he says. “I need you to smell this.” He takes out a vial of some liquid and uncorks the top. He places it near my face, and I put my nose up to it for a sniff.

It smells… fantastic. Whatever was in the vial pulled some sort of string in my brain and started making my body react. My ears flick up and down, my clit winks, and my heart flutters. It smells sweet and addictive, familiar, yet unique. I take in a few deep breaths to savor, and open my mouth to start licking it. But before I can, he takes it away, much to my disappointment.

“What was in that?” I ask whimsically. I feel like dancing and singing and bending over for something, anything, to take me from behind.

He chuckles. “Why? What do you think about it?”

“What do I think? What do I think?” I smile and wheel around. “It smelled awesome. Whatever that was made me want to take a bath in it! I want to drink it! I want to have a fountain of the stuff in my home! God, man, what was in that tube?”

He smiles, writing down something in his notes. “Horse semen…” he says.

My face goes flush. Oh shit… that’s why it smelled so familiar. I look up at Brian, but he’s just happily scribbling down more notes. I’m probably blushing like crazy. I wonder what he thinks about my sudden addiction. I mean, he saw me suck a horse’s dick. Can’t be much more of my dignity to lose, can there be?

“And,” Brian adds, “I just need you to do one more thing before we get out of here, okay?”

I nod, blushing. “What is that?”

“Turn around real quick and lift your tail, please.”

My blood runs cold. “Why?” I ask. “Are you going to whip me again?”

“No, I just need to see your anus. I’m not even going to go near your vagina, so don’t worry about it.”

I gulp. I’m probably going to regret this. Oh god, why am I even doing this? A friend doesn’t just show a friend his butthole for no reason. Well, unless it was a joke.

I pause for a moment. But if it means we can leave, then I’m all for it. I turn around and slowly lift my tail, giving him full access to both holes. I wish I could just show him my ass, but sadly, it’s a package deal for mares. You gotta show both if you show one at all.

“Now, stay very still. You might feel a little bit of prodding, but don’t worry. It’s all in the name of science, now isn’t it?”

I nod and stare at the ground. I seem to be doing a lot of that lately. When you’re a mare, you always seem to have your flank in the air and your face in the dirt. Er, at least that’s the way it is with me. I think other mares might not be as willing to lift their tails for anything that asks. God, I must be the worst mare ever.

I feel a careful lathering of something on my anus and flinch. That’s a hole that hasn’t been touched much, and it’s still pretty sensitive.

“Alright,” he says. “In a few seconds, tell me how it feels before I wipe it off, okay?”

“Wipe what off?” I ask before my eyes go wide. He didn’t just… no. “Did you just… did you just put ginger in my asshole?”

He nods happily as things start to heat up. Actually, burn up. Holy shit! My asshole is on fire! I squirm in place, and my tail sticks up straighter than I ever thought it could. “Ow, ow! Wipe it off! Wipe it!”

I stick my flank in his face and soon enough, I feel a cold cloth enter my plot and clean me up. It still burns a bit, but at least I can put my tail down.

“You said it wouldn’t hurt me!” I yelled. “Why did you put ginger in my plot!?”

He scribbles something down. “Because we do it to our horses. Gingering mares is something horse owners have been doing for centuries to show off their horses. Now, how did it feel?”

“It burned, asshole! How did you think it would feel?”

He shrugs. “I dunno, just thought I’d test it out when I could.”

“I could buck you in the face right now,” I threaten, shaking my head. Oh man, if I ever get the chance, I’m shoving an entire bottle of hot sauce up your ass. See how you like that.

“I’m done!” he says. “That’s all the stuff I was curious about. We’re all done here!”

I huff. He’s ridiculous. Ugh, I can’t believe I just let my roommate do all that stuff to me. I shiver. God, we used to go drinking together, and he just felt up my anus.

“Oh, one more question,” he says, making me grimace. “What’s it like?”

I stop and stare at him. “What’s what like?”

“You never answered me before when I asked you earlier today. What’s having one of… those like?”

I turn my neck back and look at him. He’s staring at my behind as if it were mesmerizing him. I blush and cover as much as I can with my tail.

“It’s… embarrassing.” I look away, turning back around to face him. I suddenly became very self-conscience of that thing on my backside. Not only am I naked, but I’m also sporting a donut when I should have a hotdog.

“It’s not that bad,” he says getting closer. “Let me see it.”

“What!?” My face is beet red, and I shake my head like there’s no tomorrow. “No no no no no! Absolutely not! You already saw it, let’s just go.”

He takes another step closer, this time sitting down. He’s only bucking distance away now. “Come on. It’s only one more time. And I haven’t even gotten to examine it yet. For god’s sake, you used to sleep naked on the bed. What’s the difference now?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It could be the fact that I have a vagina,” I deadpan. “I shouldn’t be this way, dude. I should be on top, not on bottom.”

He chuckles. “Will you quit being a bitch and lift your tail. All I wanna do is see it!”

I gulp. This is getting out of hand. I can feel my tail lifting already, and I’m not doing it on purpose. I can smell his scent so clearly. He’s so damn close to me that I can smell the musk from his… oh god. Not him. Please. Don’t make me attracted to him!

I struggle not to, but I move my legs so I’m facing away from him. My face is in the dirt from shame, and I’m trying not to cry.

“Lift your tail,” he commands.

“S-Shut up, dude. Just a minute, okay? Then we’re getting out of here.”

I lift my tail.

He whistles.

I’m blushing harder than I ever thought possible. “W-What is it?”

“It’s just… it’s so big! It looks like one of our mares who just got done mating.”

Well, duh.

He continues. “And it’s so… full. Did you know you’re leaking? Every time you wink, you leak some of that horse’s… um, you know.”

I nod and keep my face in the dirt. “Are you good now? Can we leave?” Oh, please say yes so I don’t do something I regret! Please!

There’s a long silence. I look back, and he’s just staring at it. “Can I touch it?”

No! Absolutely not! There is no way I’m going to just show my roommate my horse pussy! My mouth opens, and I try to tell him no. Hell no! But my lips smack together like they were dry, and my throat feels on fire. “I… c-can’t…”

He gently touches my rear, and I nearly jump into the ceiling. My heart is racing, my knees are aching. My little pony tail is raising without my consent, revealing myself again to Brian.

“Touch it,” I order, my voice strangely firm.

At first, I feel nothing. Just the breeze rolling across my nethers and the persistent twitch of my lips parting to present my hot button. I’m soaked down there, and every time I wink, a hideous squelch resounds behind me. Probably from letting out air that’s trapped behind my labia.

Brian is gentle. His fingers don’t even go inside at first. He gently caresses my lips as if he’s done it 1000 times, teasing me into shaking like a leaf on a tree. Man, I wish I still had hands to make my cunt feel this good. All of my worries and all of my concerns just waste away as he rubs carefully along the borders of my bumpy lips. He spends a special few seconds circling my clit and digging his index finger along the bottom. My slit parts gently as he finally takes a moment to rub the hard-to-reach places around my button.

I groan sharply.

“How is it?” he asks. “What does this feel like?”

His curiosity is only turning me on, and in response, I find myself spurting a little bit of cum onto him. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He just keeps on rubbing my clit.

“I-It f-f-feels amazing,” I struggle to say. “God damn, keep touching that spot!” I stamp my hooves on the ground, demanding him to give me more. Hands are a godsend to a creature with hooves. They’ve got something that a horsecock can never have. Precision.

He flicks my clit, making me whinny. “Tell me how it feels when I touch your clit. Your giant horse clit.” I wink harder as he carefully traces circles around it, driving me to squeal in the dirt.

I groan as he pushes harder. I’m about to reply when my ears flick around to a new sound. A constant beating, but softer and wetter. I realize I’m breathing deep, quick breaths when I struggle to look behind me to see what it was.

He’s clopping. Right there, behind me, one hand on my pussy and one hand on his member. He’s stroking it vigorously while staring at my wet, sopping hole. I want to buck him in the face for what he’s doing. It’s wrong and sick.

But another part of me wants to sit on his face. Don’t get me wrong, his fingers are great, but I need something more. Something warm and wet, precise and smooth. I wonder if he’d…

I start to back up slowly as he keeps fingering me. I’m subtle at first. I’m sure he just thinks that I’m trying to get closer to him. One small step, another small step. I feel my rear bump into his chest, my pussy staining his shirt with marecum.

“Uh, what… what are you doing?”

I scoot back a little more. “Hmm? Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.”

I push him with my plot, rubbing my mare cunt against his breast, pushing him back a little more.

“Seriously,” he says, slapping my flank. “Quit it.”

My flank raises in the air as I quickly shove my cunt into his face. I feel my lower lips grace his lips for a little plot-to-mouth make out session. Though, he doesn’t seem as into it as me.

“Come on,” I say, rolling my eyes. “You gotta finish what you started, mate. Give it a lick.” I grind my flanks into his face as he tastes my marecum. I bet it’s pretty salty, hehe.

I hear him groan as he falls slowly onto his back, succumbing to whatever primitive urge dwelled within him. He flicks his tongue across my clit, sending a shiver up my spine.

I place my hooves on either side of him and back up until I can see his cock. I gently sit down so my flabby, fat horse cunt is draped on either side of his lips, dripping a steady stream of my lubricant into his mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, he’s getting pretty deep in me for just a tongue.

I look down with my contorted face and see his penis. It’s bigger than I remember it being. Better than the average human, but still quite not near the size of a pony. I’m not complaining, though. He’s lying down on his back and I’m laying down on top of him, my mouth circling over his cock.

He’s warm and wet, and my juices are pouring down his face. I groan from pleasure, feeling a thousand tiny ants crawl up and down my legs, going in and out of my pussy. My cum is mixing with his saliva, and I giggle when I realize that he’s tasting some of Saturday’s baby batter too. As I recall, it was tangy and salty, but it went down easy. I almost went for seconds.

I feel a sharp smack on my ass and realize he wants me to return the favor, to which I gladly oblige. I can’t believe what I’m about to do… but hey, fair is fair. And if he has to smell horse cunt just to make me squirm, I gotta suck his dick. It’s only the polite thing to do. His cock isn’t the biggest I’ve had, but it was definitely a mouthful. I sucked and licked, blew and flicked, tasting the salty liquid seeping from the tip. I happily gobble it up, grinding my cunt into his mouth so he digs in deeper with his tongue. I’m close to orgasm, and he must be too.

God do I want to taste him. His balls smell like the greatest thing in the world right now, their alluring aroma making me take his dick deeper and deeper into my muzzle, just so I can smell the source. I thought it only applied to horses, but carnal lust is universal. Give it to me, handsome. I’m all yours. I want to taste you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life! Cum, damnit! Cum in my mouth!

I hear a grunt from behind, and my heart leaps with joy. I pull his shaft into my mouth and block the tip with my tongue, making sure I get his whole load in my mouth. His head expands, the bottom of his cock grows, and spurt after spurt of cum shoots into me. He’s salty and about as fertile as a human could be. Not nearly the load of Saturday, but enough to fill most of my mouth. I roll it in between my teeth and tongue, savoring what I can only describe as a delicious cream.

It’s too much for me to handle. My insides convulse and bear down on themselves, expecting to milk a cock that just isn’t there. The stream of fluids coming from me expands, and I squirt out all the lube and cum that had collected inside me. And man, am I screaming.

Cum drips from my slit as Brian tries to take it all in his mouth. It’s lucky for me that he’s inside me, because if it were the other way around, my face would be covered in cum. I gently lick his head and swallow the rest of his spunk as he wipes his face against my flank.

“Damn,” he says. “That… that was something.”

I nod. “You betcha, hunk.”

“Hunk?” he asks. “What are you saying?” He kisses me on the lips and smacks my flank. And no, he’s not kissing my mouth lips.

I blush. “Hey, don’t flatter yourself, faggot. I was just saying you did pretty good, that’s all.”

“Hell yeah I’m good! If I know anything, I know how to please a woman!”

“And mares. Especially mares.”

I turn my neck and smile at him. What we did was incredibly weird, but still, it was amazing. And it may be the pheromones talking, but he looks different. He looks stronger and more… handsome. God, it’s gay to think this, but damn do I want to jump his bones.

“ATTENTION! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”

Our eyes, caught in between the sweet afterglow of a pretty sweet 69 and bursting from their sockets in surprise, lock onto one another. The look on his face says horror, and mine probably isn’t too far off.

“Shit!” Brian hisses. “What the fuck are the fuzz doing here?”

I look out of a hole in the stall wall and see flashing red and blue lights. “I don’t know! Did anyone see you come in here?”

“No!”

“WE SAW YOU WALK INTO THE BARN! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!”

“Fuck!” he whisper yells. “How am I going to explain this?” He points to his clothes which are more or less covered in cum. My cum and Saturday’s to be exact.

For the first time today, I’m not the only one getting fucked over.

“You have to get out of here,” I say hastily. “Before they arrest you!” I move toward the gate and open it. “Go out the window in the back and book it to the woods. You said it yourself, you know how to get to Discord. Right?”

He dazily nods.

“Brian! Get ahold of yourself! Come on, buddy!” I smack him in the ribs with a hoof. He lets out a groan and clutches his side in agony.

“God, dude! What... what the fuck? Why did you do that?”

“To get you back in the zone!” I shout. “Now go! And leave me the map. We’ve gotta get to Discord before they leave. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna live the rest of my life as a pony on Earth!”

Brian jumps up and moves toward the gate, picking up his bag and shuffling a couple things out. He stops. “Wait… pony on Earth? Does that mean…?”

I stare at him. “I… I don’t fucking know. Let’s just try to get there and see what we can do, okay?”

He smiles and nods.

“Now get the fuck out or you’ll be charged for molesting horses!”

I hit him in the butt on the way out and in a flash, he disappears through a small window in the next stall. It’s a good thing too, because I hear footsteps enter the barn and make their way down the rows. Flashlights light up the place, and soon, I’m blinded.

“Where is he? Where is that horsefucker?” I hear a man shout.

I assume a neutral pose and give out a small whinny. Don’t mind me officer, just a normal pony in her stall.

“He must have gone out the window! Quick, get out there and chase him down on foot! Hurry!” The few officers that were in the stables quickly file out as soon as they came in, leaving me alone again. Except for… him.

The owner is standing in front of my stall. His arms are crossed and he’s just looking straight at me, almost like he’s waiting for me to do something. What’s he doing? I mean, his eyes are glazed over and he looks content on just watching me. But I can’t look away, and I can’t get rid of the feeling that the old man in a suit knows something more than he lets on. He isn’t just looking at a horse that somehow found its way onto his track one day; he’s looking at something special.

He knows. He had to know. Or else, why would he be waiting for me to do something? He probably expects me to do something for him. Like talk, or show some sign of being smarter than some dumb, old horse.

Maybe I should… Maybe I should give myself up. I could explain to him who I am, and if I’m lucky, he can help. Hell, I could even get Brian out of trouble.

Or maybe I should just stay quiet. Give the illusion that I’m nothing more than a common animal, and then when he least expects it, escape to the forest. Brian might be waiting there if I do, assuming he didn’t get caught.

The seconds tick by as we look into each other’s eyes. He is waiting for me.

I have a decision to make.

Author's Notes:

Sorry it took so long to get this out. This story's been... really hard to write lately. I kind of blame my planning for the most part and the fact that I ordered the story in a weird way (partly from my eagerness to get into the good part). But I just keep dragging my knuckles. It's not that I'm not having fun or anything, but you know how things go. I just needed some time to come up with it.

However, I'll still try to get the next chunk out as soon as I can. It's going to be the last chunk, though. End of story. The finale is up next, and all the sex has led to this moment. The inevitable climax is upon us. And then... it's onto something else fun and exciting. Thanks for your viewership (I really do appreciate you reading my stories), and I'll see you next time.