Author's Notes:

A guest chapter written by Kaidan. Oh what a surprise, Kaidan wrote a dark one!

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Toy Swap - What happens to a man when he loves his pony toys a little too much.
Story Themes: Pony doll, Inanimate TF, memory altering
'Dark' rating: 8 / 10
Clop?: No.

I pulled my favorite toy off my bedroom shelf. It was Lyra plushie I had gotten off the internet. She stood as tall as my knees at her shoulders, and her head came just short of my waist. She was show accurate, with cutie marks on both sides. Lyra liked it when I kept her hair clean and well-combed, and I often let her sleep with me at night.

She also had a tight ass. A fleshlight, to be exact.

It was about a month after I’d bought Lyra that I installed the device from Bad Mare into her, right below the tail. After a little foreplay, our relationship had moved on to a sort of friends with benefits.

I set her on the edge of the bed and reached into my nightstand for the lube. A crusty, clear bottle came out, a drop of the liquid landing in my hand. The container was empty, so I tossed it towards the trash and went into my bathroom.

I usually kept a spare bottle or two below the sink. The only thing I found under the sink was an empty toilet paper roll, two expired condoms, and a bottle of toilet cleaner. Next I started digging through the other drawers in the bathroom until I found one, also from Bad Mare. It was a sample they had shipped me with the mare-shaped sex toy and instructions for inserting it into a plushie. There was plenty for several sessions, so I carried it back to the room.

I was already hard just thinking of the Lyra images I had saved on my hard drive, and applied a generous amount of the lube to my dick. It was creamy white, and aptly named ‘cum-lube’.

“Well, Lyra, looks like we get to try something a little different tonight.” I ran my hand down her cheek and used the other to move her tail out of the way. Lyra was a horny little slut and I had gotten used to satisfying her two or three times a day.

The marelight began to warm up as I pushed inside of it. The cold, rubbery walls felt a little better than usual today. Something in the lube was making it tingle too, like one of those condoms that are supposed to ‘heighten’ sensation. It warmed up so quickly that I had a great orgasm, before feeling disappointed it had made me blow my load early. I hadn’t been prepared to feel the sex toy heat up—it felt no different than what I imagined a real pussy would.

“Oh, wow.” I took my hands off her shoulders and pulled out. The suction tugged back against my cock as I did so. I still had an hour before I had to go to class, and decided to wash out the marelight, maybe grab a bowl of breakfast, and bang Lyra again.

I grabbed the edge of the marelight that was barely protruding and tried to pull it out. The orange casing was barely visible, and I couldn’t get a good grip. It seemed to have fused to the plushy, so I sighed and stuck two fingers inside the flesh of the toy.

The insert was also stuck, leaving me no way to clean it out. I couldn’t exactly hold the plushy up under a sink or in a shower. However, when I pulled my fingers out they looked clean, as if I hadn’t just shot a load inside it.

“Hmm, whatever.” I stuck the doll on the floor next to my bed and left to eat breakfast. Round two could wait until after class, as I had no desire right now to have my own sloppy seconds. I tossed the lube in the bathroom sink on my way out.

All day I was distracted in class by the damn Lyra plushie. There were times I treated her as if she were real, talking to her, combing her, but it was just for fun. Yet today, something was different. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

The first thing I did when I got home was rush into the room, finding Lyra right where I had left her. I looked around until I remembered the lube had been put back in the bathroom, and I went to get it.

My reflection caught my eye. My hair had a mint green tint to it. The change was subtle, and I thought I was seeing things. It was green enough to tell something was up, as my hair had been blonde this morning. I blinked a few times, but couldn’t really prove it was green. My mind started rationalizing that it must have been chlorine from swimming twenty laps earlier this week for exercise.

I took the lube back into my room, quickly covering the palm of my hand in it. My pants fell to the floor as I started stroking my shaft, the liquid absorbing into my skin. The tingling returned and I might have jacked off without using Lyra were she not sitting right there in front of me.

Lyra landed on the bed and I wiped my hand off on her side, then thrust myself inside the fleshlight. The walls seemed to tighten up a bit as I thrust in and out. The lube must have been heightening my senses or been laced with some drugs, because for a moment I could have sworn I’d felt the plushie contract.

“Yes, just like that, Lyra.”

The walls felt more and more slick as they warmed up, and I tried to prolong the building orgasm as long as I could. I was pounding the plushie against the side of the bed when the dam finally broke and I felt my load spilling inside of Lyra. To my surprise, I could feel the sex toy tightening up, almost milking the sperm out of me.

After sex with my favorite pony, I dropped her to the floor and climbed in bed. For some reason I felt exhausted, more so than normal. I should have cleaned the toy out but drifted off to sleep as if I’d just swam another twenty laps.

The covers were very irritating when I woke up. My entire body was itching and my first instinct was to kick them all off onto the floor. It didn’t help that I felt very hot, sweating into the sheets, and otherwise making quite a mess.

I stretched and got out of bed, rubbing the drowsiness from my eyes, and headed to the bathroom to piss. I flipped the lid open and braced a hand against the wall, leaning over the toilet as I pissed.

I flushed and went over to the sink, splashing some cold water on my face to wake up. I could tell I needed to shave badly and looked into the mirror.

Instead of some rough facial hair, my face was covered in mint green fur. I would have called it hair, a beard, or something of the sort, but this fuzzy growth definitely qualified as fur. It ran over my entire face, including my nose which seemed a little flatter. The fine hairs continued down my neck, under my shirt, and all the way down to my toes.

It took a moment to register I was covered head to toe in the blasted hairs, almost like Lyra. I went back into my room and looked at the plushy and the lube in disbelief. The toy looked a little pinker than it should have been, and Lyra’s cutie marks had vanished.

Just looking at the toy I felt my cock stiffen and a deep-seated warmth spreading. The urge to drop everything and fuck the toy was nearly overpowering. My shirt and underwear fell to the floor without me even noticing. I looked down to find my dick in my hand, and a golden mark on my thigh.

“No…” I looked at the lyre, one on each flank, breaking the mint-green fur running over my body. “This isn’t possible… This has to be a dream?”

One thing was certain, my hand wasn’t going to cut it. I’d been stroking my cock for what was going on fifteen minutes and couldn’t bring myself to orgasm. It just wasn’t stimulating me enough. In frustration, I put a large amount of the lube on my hand and rubbed it all over my cock and balls.

This time I didn’t even bother to put Lyra on the bed. I landed on all fours around her like an animal, and mounted her like one. My weight should have caused Lyra to collapse to the floor, but somehow I had her pinned just right.

I couldn’t control my tempo, pounding her hard as the heat built and spread through my body. If I fucked her fast enough, I could ignore the sensation of ants crawling over my skin and stinging me.

It wasn’t until I’d finished filling her with my full load that I realized my hands and feet were numb, as if they were absent. I hardly cared, due to the amazing afterglow I was riding from the orgasm. The Lyra plushie felt so life-like that I could feel it moving beneath me, even feel a pulse from it.

My gaze drifted downward and I saw my hands curled into fists. They looked just like hooves from up here, and I found myself reaching for the bottle. I had to use both hands to pick it up since my fingers wouldn’t move properly. Since my hands ached, I squeezed the bottle until lube shot all over my stomach and dick, and dropped it.

Sufficiently wet, I slid back into Lyra and started banging her again. She seemed larger and better able to support my weight. All my other cares vanished as I felt so incredible just bucking her like a wild stallion.

I must have come five or six times inside the doll when I decided to pull out. It was getting hard to breathe and my throat was dry as if it was stuffed full of cotton. I managed to weakly lift my back leg, noticing it seemed half as long as it used to be.

Looking around I didn’t see anything different. I was still covered in mint green fur, my tail was still there, my hooves—

What the hell? Since when did I have a tail?

I begin feeling dizzy and lighter than normal. Looking at the Lyra plushy in front of me reveals a naked man with a mint green highlight in his hair rolling over and standing up. I try to look up at him, but can’t move my neck anymore.

Two hands grabbed my sides and lifted me up, sitting me on the bed. I go to speak, but my mouth feels as though it is covered in plastic. My smile is permanently etched into my face. To make it worse, my eyes feel like they’ve melted into discs and are stuck open.

“Well, well, that worked perfectly. I should really thank you for freeing me from that prison.” The doppelganger that was wearing my body walked over and picked up the lube with a dirty sock, careful not to touch any of the liquid. “Unfortunately this will be going in the trash, so you will be stuck in that prison quite a long time.”

I screamed at her as loud as I could, but nothing happened. My body could no longer move.

He started running his hands over my body. I could feel his fingers squeeze my soft, flexible ears. He ran them through my long mane and scratched my neck. The last time he touched me was to rub a hand over my plot, which was featureless and had no fleshlight.

“Yes, you’re just an ordinary plushie now.” He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom.

True to his word, I was indistinguishable from the Lyra plushie I had bought online. I had no sex toys inserted in me, and I even had the factory tag on my hind left leg. He bent my foreleg up, where a small Hasbro logo was stamped.

I felt like I was hyperventilating. All I could feel was cotton and fur, and the firm hands holding my soft sides. He carried me back into my room and set me on the shelf, facing the wall. I had no choice but to stare at it as I heard him grab my keys and leave the house.

In my panic I must have blacked out, somehow, losing track of time.

I felt a pair of hands pick me up and carry me outside. The doppelganger had come back for me, and set me on a table outside. I recognized all the clutter as my old belongings, and noticed a few other students having a garage sale of sorts.

I was proudly displayed on the table, a perfect Lyra plushy. A little girl ran up, her face bright with joy.

“Mommy! Look!” she shouted.

An older lady walked over and addressed my clone. “How much?”

“Oh,” he said. “You’ve got a cute little girl, she can have it free.”

“Really?!” the girl cheered.

“Thanks, but I insist on paying you something,” the mother stated.

“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “Just promise she’ll take good care of it and play with it. The stitching is high quality, and I’m sure it would last long enough for her to give to her own kids one day.”

“Thank you, mister!” The girl grabbed me and yanked me off the table, squeezing me in a hug that flattened my chest. All I could see were a few clouds and a wicked grin on my old body.

“Thanks, sir,” the mother added.

No, I’m not a toy! I’m not a toy! HELP!

My thoughts drifted as the girl chattered in my ear about what a great toy I was. She wanted to introduce me to her other dolls as soon as she got home. I found myself in her car moments later.

I’m a toy… it isn’t so bad.

I mentally scolded myself for thinking that. Somehow, my mind drifted off every time I thought of myself as a toy. First I had been at the garage sale, then the car, and now her house. It felt like time lost all meaning when I thought of myself as a toy. I had to stay focused on the present, or I might wake up weeks from now.

What if I forget I was ever human?

I had been invited to her tea party later that evening. The girls name was Lauren and she was very kind to me. I got to meet Teddy, Barbara, Mr. Mouse, and Mrs. Potato.

They’re really nice toys, I thought. I’m a nice toy too—no wait, no I’m human. Damn, I was just at that yard sale earlier today. At least, I think it was today. Why is it night outside?

“Lyra, want some more tea?” the child asked. She lifted up an empty teacup to my lips.

Thanks, I’d love some tea. And, it’s a lovely dress you put me in.

“And a cookie!” She lifted a plastic cookie to my mouth.

I tried to chuckle. She was a sweet girl. I was wearing a nice dress she had taken off another stuffed animal to put on me. She held up a small mirror to show me how great I looked.

This isn’t so bad, at least I’m a happy toy.

I must have lost focus over the next few weeks or months. Keeping track of time was nearly impossible. Occasionally I’d catch a glimpse of a calendar, but every time I thought of myself too much like a toy, entire days would vanish. It was as if thinking like a toy made me stop existing, until I’d randomly recall I was human. My memory blanked out for days or weeks at a time.

I would never forget the toy in front of me though. It was a large Rainbow Dash plushie. The bitch had been bought less than a week ago. Lauren played with Dash all the time, and rarely invited me to tea parties anymore.

Each week I would be stored in the toy chest with the other stuffed animals. Usually Dash was put in last, and I was stuck staring into her ass. After school, Lauren would take out Dash and play with her. She would sleep with Dash, brush Dash, and if I got taken out of the box at all it was to join Dash’s tea party, or Dash’s birthday.

Dash, Dash, Dash. I fucking hated Dash.

Lauren finally pulled me out today. She was throwing some sort of wedding for two of her stuffed animals. Across the aisle from me was Dash, and I was forced to take a good look at her.

Something struck me as odd. The Dash plushie looked a lot like me. She was the same size, similar eyes, and the same smile. Her left hind leg had the same small white tag with laundry instructions on it. Her stitching seemed of the same high quality.

What are the odds that Dash toy is another… another… what’s the word? Toy? Stuffed animal? Monkey? Whatever… I doubt she’s like me. I’m just a toy, I don’t know why I keep thinking I’m not. We were likely manufactured at the same factory.

I let my mind wander. It turned out Teddy was marrying Mr. Mouse today. Lauren wrapped up the wedding and then took me and Dash to bed. I had to sleep near her feet while she cuddled Dash, but it was an improvement.

After all, I was just a toy.