Prologue:

The beaker scared Twilight. Well, the contents of the beaker, actually. You never drank anything out of a beaker in the lab, but she did not want to use one of the kitchen glasses for the potion, for fear the contents would seep into the material and somehow leach out when one of her friends was over for a meal. In theory, the potion she had come up with was complicated beyond practicality for anypony except an Alicorn, but Twilight had discovered a great number of silly impracticalities in the formula that made the actual brewing fairly easy. She had made sure the written copy was intentionally gronified in case it got out; in order to prevent ponies from all over Equestria trying what she was about to try, which would have been confusing, to say the least. In the end getting the genetic sample from her father was the most difficult ingredient to acquire, and what her mother thought about Twilight sneaking home to get some hairs out of her father’s manebrush she really did not want to think about. She had to, of course, because her own body was missing a critical chromosome, due to an accidental pairing in her creation. It was a new field ahead of her, soon to be him, a journey into a world she had never experienced before.

In a way it was too bad she only planned to stay male for two days, and never change again.

Dusk Shine Rising. Ch2

Twilight’s eyes popped open, for what felt like the hundredth time, and she let out a groan of disgust. She’d been trying to get to sleep for hours, and hours. Because the goal was a full body transformation she had elected to maintain the normal Poison Joke vector to reduce unnecessary complications. But that meant that it would not activate and cause the change until she fell into REM sleep.

As it turned out knowing you were going to switch genders as soon as you fell asleep was one heck of a way to stay awake. She could have certainly used that information during some of her all night cram sessions back at school. She’d have saved a fortune on espresso.

Right now it was just aggravating. Twilight wanted to get this over and done with as she only had a limited time frame to work with. Applejack had left this morning with her brother, Big Mac, to go to Canterlot. Pinkie Pie was doing some sort of party research. Rainbow Dash was off to visit Gilda. Rarity had a couturier project she had to complete. Spike was playing with/babysitting, Apple Bloom and her friends at their clubhouse, and finally, this was a date weekend for Fluttershy and Discord.

Twilight gave an involuntary shudder as she recalled the last item. She really didn’t understand how Fluttershy could be so fond of the master of chaos. Just being friends with Discord was difficult enough, having any sort of romantic attachment was incomprehensible to Twilight.

But, that was not her problem, yet. It did mean that thanks to that and her other friends being occupied Twilight had an entire weekend with assured privacy to run her little experiment and switch back to normal. If she could just fall asleep and let the potion work its magic.

Twilight violently fluffed her pillow and settled back down. Closing her eyes she vowed she would not open them again till she was a he, no matter how long it took. Her vow lasted all of five minutes due to her bladder informing her that she had darn well better make a bathroom run if she expected to doze off. She stifled a shrill scream of frustration. Her expression showed her exasperation, but there was more than a hint of dismay showing as well.

The truth was that Twilight was starting to worry. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she went too long without falling asleep. The best case scenario she thought as she eased her legs out from under the sheets was the potion would simply expire.

Too bad best case scenarios were such a rare occurrence when spells messed up.

Who knows that the spell might do if it was not allowed to vent its magic properly. Twilight let out a jaw-cracker of a yawn and stood up so she could shuffle to her bathroom. Thank goodness her palace quarters had an in-suite facility. Back in the old library by the time she negotiated the stairs did her thing and returned she have been fully awake. With any luck she could keep herself in a somnolent state and not lose any ground in her efforts to nod off while obeying nature’s call. And she had better do it soon. She had never felt so backed up. It felt like her bladder was pushing out of vagina.

Eyes half closed, Twilight lowered herself onto the toilet, only to feel something pressing against both her inner thighs. Twilight looked down. For a moment her expression was blank as her sleep deprived brain tried to process what she was seeing. Then she let out a scream and tried to crawl backwards off the toilet only to get pinned against the flush tank.

There was a huge snake between her legs that must have crawled up the piping. Her horn lit up and she grabbed hold of the serpent yanking with all her might with the intent to fling it across the room.

The scream she let out as a result far eclipsed her earlier panicked cry and sent the crystal that made up her palace vibrating in sympathetic chords.

Pinkie Pie stood in the shadows watching her target approaching. Luck had been with her and the perfect test subject for her new party giving knowledge had been available. The young stallion, Clod Kicker, had lost his marefriend two months before when she went off to university in Canterlot. Word was that she had dumped him, brutally, on the train platform when he had suggested he could come to visit her on the weekends. She’d shot him down in front of half the town, referencing his bucolic background as being totally unsuitable for a big city like Canterlot. He’d been miserable and snappish ever since and had been heard to say out loud, with some venom, how mares got to call all the shots while males were nothing more than toys for them. A perfect test subject for her new, never used, skills.

Pinkie should have been happy, no, delirious, with anticipation. But she wasn’t. She did look forward to Clod Kicker’s surprise, and the happiness she was sure he was going to experience, but for the first time ever she wasn’t looking forward to her own participation in the party. The insults, the hitting, the derision. None of that was her cup of party punch. But she’d do it if it meant she could put a smile on a sad face and Berry Punch has assured her that if she did it right the guest of honor at the party would not be able to stop smiling for a month of Sundays.

Pinkie chest jiggled like jello as she bounced first on one hoof, and then the other, her large breasts bouncing like a pair of playful puppies. She chanted softly to herself as she worked herself up for this, her first attempt at throwing an adult party. “Okay, this is it. Go time Pinkie. This is where you move into the big leagues. I know you can do it slugger. You’ve put in the time in the minors. You’re ready for the big show. This is for all the marbles. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for the support of all my friends. Time to put up or shut up.” Pinkie’s breath started to come in short gasps and she drew in a deep breath before crying out, “WHY AM I TALKING LIKE THIS?”

At the entrance to the alley Pinkie was standing in, Clod Kicker stumbled and shied away from the sudden shrill scream. He peered into the shadows while lifting his hand to shade his eyes. “Miss Pinkie Pie? Is that you?”

The next second he found himself gripped by the front of his denim pants and yanked into the shadows with Pinkie Pie. Out of the bright sun he could now clearly see the party pony. And there was rather a lot to see. His cock lurched inside his pants causing him to shift his stance a bit to reduce the pressure.

Country ponies tended to be a bit casual about clothing, and outright nudity was, if not common, not unheard of, especially in regard to Pegasus. And of course it was just plain silly to dress up in a special outfit to go swimming when bare hide felt so much better even if the swimming party contained both genders. As an example, at the moment the only thing Clod Kicker was wearing was an old pair of faded jeans that looked like they were molded to his well built country boy body. His dusty brown upper torso was fully exposed. He was far from the only male walking around town like that, and not a few farm girls as well. It was only fancy city folk, or those who fancied themselves fancy city folk, who insisted on never appearing in public partially, or fully, undressed, like his former marefriend, Tail Flip. But there was nudity, and then there was how Pinkie was currently dressed. The leather harness that wrapped around her body didn’t so much conceal her charms, so much as it highlighted them. Leather straps around the base of her large breasts caused them to swell even larger than they normally was while the half cups underneath them pushed them up and out at him as if offering them to him on a platter. Her large nipples were as erect and as tempting as dew-flecked strawberries freshly picked from the field. More leather straps circled her thighs, and framed her cunt. That part of her was just barely covered by a tiny V of thin leather that molded to it like a second skin, highlighting far more than concealing.

Clod Kicker resisted the urge to slip his hand down the front of his pants in order to adjust himself. That would be rude. Tail Flip had made that abundantly clear on more than one occasion. But as he ran his eyes up and down Pinkie’s body and his cock continued to swell inside the tight fabric he was sorely tempted.

Running his tongue over his suddenly dry lips and swallowing convulsively Clod Kicker looked around to see if anyone was watching, while wondering if this was some sort of prank-the-hick thing. This was way too much the sort of situation that guys bullshitted about around about the fifth or sixth round of hard cider to possibly be true. It just wasn’t the sort of thing that really happened to lonely hard-up stallions who hadn’t gotten their wick wet for over a month. But, on the other hoof, it also wasn’t the sort of nasty prank he’d expect from a nice pony like Pinkie Pie. But then, neither was her wandering around in her current get up.

With some effort Clod Kicker raised his eyes from Pinkie’s delectable breasts and looked at her face. Pinkie’s expression was manic, her eyes opened wide and her mouth twisted into a smile that was more a rictus than an expression of happiness. He began to wonder if she’d lost a bet, or if some nasty unicorn had put a spell on her. Once again he asked, “Are you alright Miss Pinkie Pie?”

Pinkie blinked and her eyes came back into focus. “All right? Of course I’m alright. Never been more alright. I’m right-a-Rooney. Never felt better. You’re the one who’s not alright. All gloomy and frowny and clumping around like you got lead horseshoes. What you need is a party. Yep, for sure. Just the thing. That will turn that frown upside down in no time. Yep it will.”

Clod Kicker’s face twisted into a frown, though it was hard to maintain when his eyes kept dropping down to look at Pinkie’s jiggling breasts.

They were almost hypnotic in the way they swayed and bounced.

“I’m not much in a mood for a party Miss Pinkie Pie,” he said, trying to keep his voice polite, and not drool too much.

“Oh, but you’ll love this party. I pinkie swear it. I’ve just learned some really fun adult party games.” Pinkie cajoled. She moved forward till she was pressed up against Clod Kicker. Her breasts flattened against his bare chest as she looked upward into his wide eyes. Lifting her leg between his she pressed her thigh into his groin drawing a gasp from him. “Tell me, have you ever played Restoration of Equestria?” she purred into his ear while plastering herself as tightly as frosting on a cake against him.

Her question sent a startled and surprised Clod Kicker’s mind back six years, to when he was thirteen and running wild with his four best friends. Besides having grown up together and spending a great deal of that time getting into adventures/trouble, the five colts had one other bond that cemented their friendship. They all had older sisters, or female cousins, who made their lives a pure misery, at least from their perspective.

So back then when Clod Kicker’s older cousin shared a tattered, half the pages missing, porn book whose main theme was the domination of females, the gangly colt and his friends had been fascinated by the world it proselytized. A world where mares were subservient to stallions, and colts, and had to do whatever their masters ordered. None of the boys was sophisticated enough sexually to really understand the full consequences of what it implied but the idea of tying up and spanking the older mares who bullied them almost daily was a powerful attractant to say the least.

The old book had been on its last legs and had not lasted long. In no small part due to the way the boys had quarrelled over who’s turn it was to take it home and read it in private. But the two weeks he had access to it had left a lingering memory in Clod Kicker’s mind and imagination. So much so that he had even dared to suggest to Tail Flip that they might spice up their love life by acting out some of the themes in the book before she went off to university.

It was likely just a coincidence that she dumped him on the train platform the next day.

Now, if he understood what Pinkie Pie was implying, he was actually going to get to act out some of those scenarios with one of the hottest babes in Ponyville. His mind filled with images of Pinkie bound and helpless as he sampled all her body had to offer. Tail Flip had totally refused to blow him, and he’d never gotten up the nerve to even suggest anal. He could already imagine how snug and tight Pinkie’s ass would feel wrapped around his cock.

It was a testament to the sturdy cloth Clod Kicker’s work pants were made of that the crotch didn’t rip right out of them.

“So, do you want to play, or not,” Pinkie Pie asked, pressing herself even harder against him as she stretched her muzzle up and nibbled on his ear.

“Hell yeah, I do,” Clod Kicker said with fervor.

“Oh, good. I’m so happy,” Pinkie cheered. She smiled up at Clod Kicker, and he smiled right back, his mind already busy trying to think where they could go where they would have the privacy needed for the type of games he was eager to play.

Clod Kicker was lost in imagining Pinkie on her knees, his hands wrapped in her mane as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, when he found his hooves kicked out from under him and he dropped onto his knees in front of Pinkie. Sprouting from the pink ponies was a large fake phallus that she had somehow strapped on while talking to him. It was florescent pink and slightly larger than his own natural member. Drops of some thick creamy white substance was drooling out of a hole in the end of it, no doubt coming from the pair of large rubber sacks attached to the base.

“Suck my cock, bitch,” Pinkie said in a angry sneering tone as she tangled her hands in his mane and pulled his face toward the sex toy.

“What? Stop,” he protested as Pinkie’s surprisingly strong hand tugged him forward.

“Shut it, bitch, or this is going to hurt even worse,” Pinkie growled.

A second later Pinkie’s voice changed timbre and she said in her usual cheery style. “Don’t worry, it’s just banana cream. It’s sooooo, good.”

Just as quickly the pink pony’s voice shifted again as she growled. “Get it nice and wet so it slides real easy when I shove it up your... I want to say, poopy hole?”

“Sorry,” Pinkie apologized to a befuddled Clod Kicker as she consulted a notepad she extracted from her mane. “I mean. Your asshole. That’s right. I can’t wait to hear you squeal like a little piggie, bitch.”

“Wait. What? Stop,” Clod Kicker cried out, pulling himself away from Pinkie’s hand, and losing a few mane hairs in the process. He fell over backward and crab walked away from her till he hit the wall and pushed himself back up onto his hooves.

“Oh, wait,” Pinkie Pie said, her voice shifting back to her more natural happy-go-lucky style of speaking. “Do want me to use something bigger?” she asked. A moment later she had pulled another sex toy from her mane. This one half again as big as the one attached to the straps around her thighs. “I thought this one was too big. But Berry Punch says stallions love to get reamed out by the biggest they can handle. So is this one better?”

Pinkie detached the first dildo and held up both sex toys in her hand as if weighing them. “They both seem way too big me, but this is the first time I’ve played. So which one do you want to use?” she asked. Looking up, she blinked as she realized her party guest had disappeared. She looked to the side just in time to see his him disappearing around the corner of the alley.

“Wait, don’t go. I have punch, and lotion, for after,” Pinkie called out in dismay.

Author's Notes:

Back after drying my condo out after it was flooded from the unit above. Just getting my toe wet in this chapter to try and jump start my muse.

As always comments and suggestions are welcome.

Oh, and I'd like to hear some comments, if possible, on the idea that country folk are a bit more casual about clothing than city folk.

Always thought that Anthro's don't really need clothing any more than straight ponies do. Still got that nice thick hide and hair for warmth and protection.