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.