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.