[Originally at https://pastebin.com/4sm6jgAN, multiple authors]

https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/22343179
https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/22360198
https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/22375957
https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/22422573

The Contract, By Togashi
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Harshwhinny, By Trite
http://pastebin.com/99iUtJgm
Vinyl and Matt, By Trite
http://pastebin.com/utWsE7nd
Cake, By Trite
http://pastebin.com/Wk8pwS0u
Fire and Lightning, By Trite
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Anonpone, By ADD Anon
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http://pastebin.com/zgSBHLhG
http://pastebin.com/jb8FZNFY
DomLyra, By Trite
http://pastebin.com/PdPKzSnP

http://strawpoll.me/3962614
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Relevant images (Based Drawfag)
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https://derpiboo.ru/860198

OP: Twilight is giving you a choice.

You can choose a pony you want to fuck and Twilight will transform a person from /mlp/ to look like that pony and you can fuck them. The /mlp/er will still have their same personality, but they'll look like the pony you chose.

Or

You can choose to transform into a pony that another /mlp/er wants to fuck. You get your horsepussy, ponut, or mouth fucked.

I am interested to see what you guys choose.

Also, if you feel inclined to, provide details. If you chose to fuck a /mlp/er as a pony, what you would do to them? If you chose to be a pony, what would you do the person who's going to fuck you or what would you like to have them do to you?

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>Be former Anon
>Now you are FlutterAnon, sitting on a bed inside twilights friendship palace
>You agreed to be turned into a pony for another Anon to fuck, and you guess you got a Flutterfag
>At least you weren't Rainbow Dash, you didn't want to find out if she really had a crusty cunt
>You are brought out of your thoughts by Twilight opening the door
>"Alright FlutterAnon, Anon is here. You two have fun now!"
>As she turns around Anon walks into the doorway
>Huh, not too bad, not exactly /fit/ but not a whale like you feared
>He's got a nice beard an-
>Oh shit-
>He's wearing a fucking fedora
>Your face scrunches up in disgust
>Anon's face switches to a shit eating grin
>"Haha, gotcha faggot!"
>He takes off the fedora and flings it into the fireplace, where it burns euphorically
"Oh, thank god, I was seriously hoping you didn't-"
>"Actually wear fedoras? What do I look like, a Lunafag?"
>The two of you share a hearty kek
>Or, well, about as hearty as you can get with Fluttershy's voice
>Bitch be quiet yo
"You know I worried this might be weird when I first agreed to it. That we'd both be awkward and be all 'No homo' before we started"
>"Hey, it cant be homo since you don't have balls to touch mine right?"
>You stay silent
>"Right? Oh fuck, you're not Futashy are you?"
>You smirk
"Why don't you reach under my tail and find out?"
>"...Oh you're fucking with me arent ya?"
"Gotcha faggot."

>He grins and chuckles, before slowly walking over to where you lie on the bed
>The only sound in the room is your own breathing and the crackling of the fireplace
>You guess... h-here it goes
>Did it get hot in here?
>He lifts his hand over you, wordlessly asking if he can touch you
>You make yourself more comfortable on the bed before nodding your assent 
>His fingers gently run their way from your dock to the centre of your back
>The sensation makes you tingle all over, though one place in particular
>"You wings are so pretty." He says softly
>You want to crack a joke
>You want to say something snide or witty
>All you can do is coo and look up at him feeling warm all over
>He continues to stroke up and down your back while his other hand makes its way to your cheek
>He turns your head to face his, and something about his gentle smile and the look in his eyes makes you melt
>He brings you into a soft kiss
>The kiss grows hotter, more intense at your insistence
>You wrap your hooves around his neck and pull him down on top of you
>You feel his weight, his warmth push you down and your wings flex out as you fail to hold in a moan
>Holy shit being a mare is hot, you feel warm and tingly all over instead of everything being more focused on your dick
>... Now you want to focus on HIS dick
>...No homo

>Anon seems to have been effected by the kiss as well, he begins to take off his hoodie and top
>While he's doing that, you can try to think of something Anon would like!
>Is he maybe an ass man? Could you hotdog him before letting him penetrate?
>Maybe something with your wings, he did say they were pretty...
>Hmm, what would Anon like the specifically about Fluttershy?
>Her eyes
>While all the pony's models were practically identical on the show, Fluttershy did have unique eyes
>Mmmm, you can see it now, those sweet watery turquoise eyes looking up at you, while her hot wet mouth and tongue work on your dick
>Oh yeah, Anon would like that
>Anon had already started to take down his pants when you pounced
>You pulled him down and rolled on top of him before starting a trail of kisses down his chest
>When you found your way to his snail trail he starts shuffling and pulling down his jeans further
>You take the top of his pants between your teeth and slowly pull them down, making sure not to break eye contact with Anon while you do it
>He stops dead still and just watches while you do it, his eyes wide and mouth open
>Yeah you like that don't you stud?
>Now what have you got for me here?
>His already semi hard cock is looking pretty good to you right now
>You're kinda glad its not huge or anything, It's always hotter when a girl deep throats but you don't think you could takes something like 9 inches, even with a bigger pony mouth
>Huh, oh man that little bush is gonna tickle the shit out of your nose when you blow him
>...Oh geeze, why did that turn you on so much?

>He moves his hand to try stroke his cock the rest of the way up, but you swat it away with your hoof
"You can leave that to me Anon, *giggle*"
>Oh yeah, gotta use that sweet Fluttershy voice while you still can
>You make sure to keep eye contact while dragging a long wet lick all the way from Anon's balls to his glans
>He lets out a groan and throws his head back onto the mattress
"Mmmm so you liked that Anon?"
>He murmurs something positive while his hands reach up to stroke your head and mane
>You begin to caress his cock with lick after lick like an ice cream while it slowly twitches itself harder and harder
>One of Anon's hands finds its way to your ear and he rubs it between his fingers gently
>Oh that really feels nice...
"Keep rubbing Anon. I'll take real good care of Anon Jr. here..."
>His head lifts up again so he can look at you while you give his member the attention it deserves
"Grab a pillow silly or your neck will get sore. And trust me, you don't want to miss this!"
>Anon mutters something along the lines of "holy fuck" under his breath while moving some pillows under his head
>You wait for him to get situated and start looking again before you make your move
>You wrap your lips around the head of his cock before slowly bobbing your head up and down
>You make sure to keep your tongue moving, occasionally flicking to give extra attention to that sensitive spot on the underside of the glans
>From the sounds he's making he likes that
>His hands keep moving on your head, constantly stroking and rubbing
>You lean into one of his hands, still bobbing up and down his length
>It feels nice, though the feeling of his hot hard cock wrapped between your lips feels hotter
>You think its time to knock things up a notch BAM
>Alright Flutter Anon, time to take this like a champ!

>You notice Anon is staring into space, so you nudge his thigh with a hoof to grab his attention
>Once his eyes are on you you slowly start descending further and further down his cock with each bob
>After a couple bobs you notice it starts to feel a bit uncomfortable
>Okay, okay don't panic, you remember some tricks and shit you read on the internet once
>Hmm, ah yeah, supposedly if you push down on your thumb with the fingers of your hand it suppresses your gag reflex for some weird reason
>Okay, just do that and-
>Oh shit
>You don't have hands
>Okay okay keep calm, just don't-
>Oh man that really is starting to make you want to gag
>Just keep going just keep going
>Ha, you knew those damn pubes would tickle your nose-
>Wait, PUBES! SUCCESS!
>With one last bob you push forward 'til your muzzle brushes against his skin through his pubes
>You hold yourself there, your eyes watering as you look up into his, and you let out a soft cute moan into his shaft
>"Oh my god. Oh god Fluttershy..."
>You move your head up his length a little for a touch of respite before heading back down
>This time, emboldened by your success, you try to stick out your tongue and touch his balls while you're down there
>You let out a little victory moan when it works
>It works a bit too well
>Anon's hips thrust a little bit up in response to the unexpected stimulation
>You were not prepared
>You gag and splutter your way up off his dick
>"Oh god Fluttershy I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine, just give me a -cough- second"

>You give an apologetic smile before moving your head back down onto his dick
>"I'm really sorry Flutter-"
"Hhhlumm ummbb"
>"What?"
>You take his cock out of your mouth
"Shut up. It's Fine, now let Flutters take care of you Anon. I wanna taste you~"
>Oh yeah, you pronounced the shit out of that tilde
>Just like in those Korean comic books
>Operation cum inside Flutters is still a go
>You decide to be a bit more cautious with your deep dick diving
>You space out your dives, giving plenty of attention to his head while you recover
>You start getting too into it to hold yourself back any more
>When you notice your hips are moving on their own you desperately shove a hoof between your thighs
>Fluttershy's coat is so soft and your marehood is so wet your hoof slides easily between your lips
>You let out a particularly loud moan into Anon's crotch and he responds in kind
>Your breathing picks up, you find yourself puffing hot breaths of air into Anon's pubes through your nose
>You almost gag another time but instead you find yourself winking hard on your hoof
>Oh god that's so hot
>You begin to feel him twitch a little more erratically in your mouth
>He must be close
>But you arent quite done yet
>You pull your head off his cock
>He groans and his hands half-heartedly push to keep you down
>Not that he would, a Flutterfag wouldn't facefuck you
>...
>That needs to change

>"Why'd you stop?" Anon half groans half begs
>Heh, must have been real close
"Anon, sweetie, I need you to do something for me before you cum."
>"What's that?"
>Your hoof still hasn't stopped moving between your legs
"When you're close... I want you to hold me down."
>"Wha-bu-"
>Don't be a pussy
"Shhh, sweetie. Hold me down. Ok?"
>Oh you feel so hot
>Anon nods, and you squee before hungrily diving back down on his cock
>As you bob and caress with your tongue you make sure to place his hands on your head with your free hoof
>Your hoof is getting sloppy as you start moaning louder and louder onto Anon's junk
>Hhhmmmpfff right there damnit!
>You start to feel him growing nearer again, his hands clenching and unclenching in your hair
>On the tail end of a particularly loud moan you catch Anon's eye
>You wink at him
>He thrusts your head forward, impaling your mouth with his dick and thrusts a final few times
>As you try to suppress your gag reflex a shudder runs through your body, and your hoof finally finds purchase on your winking clit
>You let out a squeal deep into anons crotch while you feel yourself making a mess of the sheets behind you
>It's like an earthquake of pleasure running throughout your whole body
>You can feel every squirt of Anon's cock as he lets loose down your throat
>Oh god's it all feels so good
>It all feels so right
>As Anon's grip loosens you manage to grab the final two spurts on the back of your tongue
>You wanted to taste him
>Pretty bitter, kind of creamy, not at all as bad as you had been led to believe
>You'd definitely taste that again if you could

>You clean off most of the spit and saliva from Anon's dick and balls before you try to make your way for cuddles
>Like a good mare should
>You cherished the way his body twitched as you did it
>You were pretty exhausted though now
>Your first maregasm really took it out of you
>You collapse next to Anon and cuddle up to him while nuzzling his neck
>"Mmm that was fantastic Fluttershy."
"Thanks Anon, I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did."
>He turns to his side and wraps an arm around you before kissing you right on the muzzle
>You giggle before wrapping your wing around him and shuffling close
>You both lie there, letting your hectic breathing slow as you look into each others eyes
>You both calmly drift off to sleep in a shared embrace, content with the wonderful gift you've been given

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>Look down
>Oh holy shit
>You're actually Twilight Sparkle
>With wings
>Fucking disgusting
>Why the wings?
>He can chose whatever he wants, he he's choosing—
>"Hey."
>You spin around, horn letting off sparks in surprise
>Jesus, you didn't expect him to be there so soon
>And—
>Wow, that's probably a statistical anomaly
>The Anon who requested you is black. Not like basically-from-Africa black, more like Kendrick-Lamar black.
>But still. Black.
>Well, guess you're about to see if the stereotypes are true
>As it stands, he's pretty attractive. Tall, thin, awesome brown hair. He's wearing a pair of jeans and a button-down jacket.
>"How ya doing?"
>You shrug
"Good."
>"So, where ya from?"
>You give him a vague answer. Nothing more than city and country.
>"And I'm guessing you were a dude until a few minutes ago?"
>You respond accurately
>"Well, this is going to be the weirdest thing I've ever done."
>You chuckle
"Me too, man."
>"You, uh—you alright with me calling you Twilight?"
"I'd prefer it."
>"Cool."
>Ok, fuck
>You're not being sexy at all
>You're just kinda... standing there. That's not hot.
>You gotta... entice him.
>Somehow
>You lick your lips, looking him up and down again
"Soo, Anon..."
>Your voice is breathy
>Knees bent
>Getting hot and heavy
>You're walking towards him already
>Ignore unsteady
>You're nervous
>But on the surface you look aroused and drop the reservations you housed
"I have something I want to research."
>You walk towards him, slowly, butt wagging side to side
>"W-What?"
"I was reading about humans from your world."
>You light up your horn, grasping him with magic
>Slowly, you tilt him over onto the floor
"And I heard that your particular type of human has a rather large advantage over the other races."
>"L-low chance of skin cancer?"
>Holy shit, he's blushing
>FUCK that's hot
>You step over him, putting a foot on his chest, smirking
"Not exactly."

>A bead of sweat drips down on his forehead
>Yeah, good call on the femdom there. Nice read, Anon.
"You're going to do exactly as I say. Got it?"
>He just nods
>"Y-Yes, Tw-"
>You slap him across the face
"You dare address your mistress by her first name?"
>He sheepishly shakes his head
>"N-No, mistress."
>Is this racist?
>...Probably
>Whatever, he likes it
"Good. Now."
>You light up your horn again
>Ok. Hopefully you can do this without hurting him in some way...
>A second later, his clothes are gone, incinerated with magic
>He instinctively crosses his legs
"Freeze."
>He stops moving
>You turn around, laying on top of his muscled chest
>Now, to find that—
>OH JESUS
>You gulp as you catch sight of his dick
>Yeah. Yeah, fucking—ok, some stereotypes are true.
>And, Jesus
>Is this one ever true
>Flaccid, he's about six inches.
>FLACCID
>Interestingly, he also has a piercing
>A big, gold stud, right through his head
>God damn that must have been painful
>His huge black dick starts to rise to attention
>Oh Christ, it's getting bigger
>Significantly bigger
"Hmmm."
>You adjust your posture, pressing your rear end up against his face
>You actually feel yourself getting wet. Which is... an odd sensation.
>To say the least
"Your mistress desires service."
>You grab his face with magic, shoving it into your pussy
>Ohhhhh god
>This is...
>Ohhhh, FUCK
>Being a girl is SO FUCKING GOOD
>Each clumsy lick of his tongue sends a shiver down your spine
>You wink, experimentally
>He—
>OH
>OH FUCK
>WHAT EVEN
>FUCK
>You let out an involuntary scream as he nibbles on your thumb-sized clit
>Oh my god it hurts and feels good at the same time
>What the fuck is
>F-Fuck!
>You feel pressure building in your head as your mind goes fuzzy
>Suddenly, you scream, gushing all over his face
>You barely recognize you're doing that, though
>You're too busy watching the pleasure-nuke that just went off in your brain
>Holy—
>Holy fuck, that was awesome

>You quickly regain composure, releasing his head
>He gasps for air and slumps to the ground
"Good boy. Now, keep mistress ready while I do some research of my own, would you?"
>He pants, bringing his face back up to your entrance
>He moves more slowly this time, allowing you to focus better on the task at hand
>Speaking of which...
>Goddamn, fuck. You hope he's fully erect.
>Because the 9 inches you're staring at is scary enough already
>You open your mouth, scooting your body forward
>You hesitate over him
>This is... pretty gay
>But, well...
>Holy shit you want to suck it so badly
>You lean downwards and lick his head. It's salty with pre-cum, and you can actually feel his pulse through your tongue.
>Hm. Ok.
>You go lower on it, feeling the cool metal of the stud contrasting with hot flesh. God damn, he's delicious
>Still vaguely aware of his tongue on your folds, you pull back. 
>Ok, fuck this slow shit
>You take a deep breath and slam your head down, taking as much of him within you as you can
>You only gag once, surprisingly
>Apparently Twilight's good at sucking big dicks
>Who knew?
>You move up and down on his cock, letting out little gasps for air. Fuck, this is a monster.
>After about a minute, you notice he's no longer servicing you
>Instead, he's writing on the floor, gasping and panting
>"M-Mistress!"
>Suddenly, a new taste
>A lot of new taste
>A fucking half gallon of fluid
>Or, at least, it feels like that
>You actually feel some of the cum fly out your nose. Which burns like hell.
>The rest of it pumps itself down your throat.

>You jump off him
"YOU DARE CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION?"
>"M-Mistress, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"WELL!"
>You lift him up with magic and slam him back into the ground, spitting the cum still in your mouth into his face
"DON'T THINK I'LL LET YOU IN MY ROYAL PUSSY! NO SIR!"
>OK
>uh
>Fuck you really want to get penetrated
>Well, if you're pussy's off-limits, there's always...
>You light your horn again, trying to cast a lubricant spell
>Awesome, that worked
>Now...
>You hold his dick up with magic, imitating it in its erect state.
>He groans in a combination of pain and pleasure. It's still incredibly sensitive.
>Without skipping a beat, you jump on his cock, engulfing it in your ass
>Oh... Oh, damn
>So fucking
>Christ
>This hurts so bad actually
>Jesus
>He's so fucking big. You can feel your anus stretching to accommodate his immense girth.
>You don't give up, though. You use your wings as leverage to bounce rapidly on his dick
>Slowly, it stops hurting. 
>Then it feels ok
>Then it feels fucking amazing
>You watch his face, snarling at him for his insolence
>He's gasping for air, barely able to make any noise
>Then, suddenly, you feel his pelvis start to move
>That fucker!
>He's going to cum again!
>You'll have none of that
>With a mighty flap of your wings, you fly off him
"I SAW THAT!"
>You slap him across the face with a wing
"YOU DON'T CUM UNTIL I TELL YOU TOO!"
>You briefly consider following that up with "nigger", but decide not to
>Over the line
>Probably
>"Mistress—mistress, please!"
>You slap him again
"SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO!"
>He whimpers and stares, desperately, at his erect dick

>You lay down next to him, gazing at his dick
>Hm. If you time this right...
>You stick out your tongue and tap the piercing. Instantly, the dick starts twitching.
>Ooh, he's close
>Better be careful
>You give him about a minute of rest before you try again. When you notice his lack of extreme response, you open your mouth and take the tip inside
>Within a few seconds of swirling around on top, he's groaning and grunting again
>You quickly pull back as he lets out a moan of agony
>Hmm, this must be torturous
>Beautiful
>After another minute or so, you try again
>This time licking his length while playing with his nice, supple balls with your hooves
>Ten seconds after starting, you stop.
"Use those hands."
>He obeys, slipping two fingers inside you
>Mmmm
>That's nice. That's real nice.
>You tease him again, this time suckling on a ball while jacking him off with your horn
>Again, you stop before he cums
>After twenty minutes of this you decide you've had enough
>You stand up, straddling him again
"Now, Anon. Would you like to cum?"
>"Yes!"
>His voice is crazed and desperate
>"PLEASE!"
"Ok, Anon. And how would you like mistress to make you cum?"
>"I- Mistress decides!"
>You smack him on the leg with your tail
"Answer the question, Anon."
>"P-Pussy."
>You smirk
"Do you really think you're worthy to cum in mistresses pussy, Anon?"
>"N-no."
"Do you think I'd ever debase myself like that? What if I got pregnant? Why should I take that risk?"
>"S-shouldn't!"
"Oh, but you want me too, don't you?"
>You lean over him, simultaneously pushing his head inside you
>He gasps at the sensation
"You want to cum in my pussy and fill it up with your sperm?"
>You let a little more inside you
"You want to breed my, shoot your seed in my womb and have it take hold? You want to impregnate me and kiss my belly as I grow your child within me?"
>He gasps as you slam down on his length, his face scrunched up as he desperately tries not to cum

"Yeah you do, you dirty whore. You want to cum so badly. You want to make me your mare. But you forget—You're *my* mare."
>You kiss him on the mouth, horn lighting up and casting a semen-production-increasing spell
"And I want my mare to breed me."
>You use magic to assist yourself for the next bit as you fuck him as hard and fast as you possibly can
>Your pelvis hurts as you slam yourself down on him over and over
"CUM IN ME!"
>He obliges
>The sensation of being filled sends you over the edge, as you crash down into a full-body orgasm
>Your mind goes blank for a while
>When you come to, you're on top of him
>Semen dripping out of your wet slit, around his still-inside-but-flaccid dick
>You pull off, feeling a torrent of cum slip out and onto the floor
>He pulls you into a hug as you kiss his cheek
"Good boy."
>Energy spent, you feel yourself drifting to sleep in his embrace

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>Be Anon
>Twilight is talking with you
>You have no idea how you got here, nor how she's going to get a horsefucker here, but fuck its magic, she aint gotta explain shit
>She wanted to do this shit for science, sexual implications be damned
>Whatever, you've been here a while, and Twilight did ask nicely
>You're going to be some norm/mlp/erson's pone bitch, you're not thrilled
>But you also really wanted to be pounded and try having a pussy
>You weren't exactly fussed as to what pony you were going to be
>You were fussed, however, about the kind of Anon you were going to get
>You hope to god they're at least fairly normal looking like you
>You're not a great looking guy, but you're not too shabby. You're slim, long hared, clean shaven. At least you're going to look like a sexy mare in a moment
>Oh shit, Twilight says she's ready to get the other Anon here, I'm going to be put to sleep as well, so I can wake up as a mare
>Sure, whatever, lets go
>Twilight zaps you after you affirm it's alright to go
>Darkness

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>...
>That's a nice ceiling pattern, you make note, as you awaken
>You lay there, not feeling much, then go to scratch your nose, only succeeding in smacking yourself in the face with a hoof
>What...? ...Oh right
>Fucking hell, this shit worked
>White hoof
"Okay then."
>Oh fuck, your voice!
"Oh fuck nooo..."
>Why god...
"Fuck yoooouu."
>Why on earth did you need to have a fucking Rari-fag
"Fucking cuntsticks."

>You were going to punch the Rari-faggot when you saw him
>...You wouldn't get hit back, at any rate, you hope
>You are a 'pretty' pony, after all
"Oh fuuuuck..."
>You awkwardly try to scratch your head, kind of failing without fingers
"Oh that's gonna to bother me something fierce."
>Maybe time to try walking?
"Fuck me, the way I say shit sounds weird in Rarity's voice."
>Yeah lets get walking
>You're in a nice looking room, you sit up on the bed you're resting in, actually managing to, instead of falling to the side
>How the fuck do pony body physics work anywho?
>Meh, you are marshmallow pone anyway
>Thinking about it, trying to walk on two feet, er, hooves, isn't going to go well... probably
>Lay down again and edge to the side of the bed
>Roll off, fail
"Gahf! Fuck!"
>This did not go as planned
>Carefully position backfee-- hooves... okay
>Now the front ones
>We good? We steady? Alright...
"Liiiiift... oh fuck."
>Your legs are shaky, and standing feels so strange, it's feels like it would if you were on your hands and feet normally, although usually that just means your arse is up in the air
>Weird feeling, especially because your arse isn't in the air
>You try taking a few steps experimentally
>...And promptly go arse-over-tit
"Fuuuuck, why is this so cunting hard?!"
>It takes you several attempts to get back up and get two steps without planting your face into the floor

>Alright! You're getting somewhere!
>You managed to walk (albeit very horrendously) over to the dresser and back to the bed
>Fuck, you're good
"I reckon I picked that up really fast."
>"Yeah you weren't bad."
>Slightly taken aback at the voice, but managing not to fall over, you turn to face the masculine tone
>...And then fall over while turning
"FUCK!"
>The cunt in the doorway just laughs
>Wanker
"Could help me, you know? 'Stead of just laughing like a fucking hyena."
>He quiets down into chuckles
>"Heh, yeah I guess, sorry."
>His hands move under your belly and lifts you, shit's uncomfortable but at least you're back on your fe-- hooves
"Thanks."
>"S'fine."
>Hm. You're looking at him now, examing his features
>He's not obese, so that's a plus
>He's not skinny either, hell, he's got some muscle
>Scruffy mid-length hair, brown, bit of a beard going on, not a neckbeard thank fuck
>Suits him actually
"You aint too bad looking, and you're not wearing a fedora, instant plus for you there."
>"I'm a horsefucker, but I'm not a faggot."
"That's debatable, Anon."
>"Fuck you, fag."
"Cunt."
>"Arsehole."
"I will quote that fucking Navy Seals pasta at you, I swear on my mum."
>"You can't. Unless you're autistic enough to memorise that shit."
"Yeah, alright, got me there, Anon."
"My name's Matt."
"Jessi."
>"Seriously?"
"No, I'm just a faggot."
>"...Alright then?"
"Just go with Rarity, dude, I look like her after all."
>"Yeah, that's cool."
"You have shit taste in pony."

>"Fuck off, Rarity is best pone."
"I'm sorry but you're wrong, mate."
>"I bet you're a Shyfag."
"Nope. Applefag, actually."
>"And you say I'VE got shit taste?"
"Yes, you do. I have prime waifu material while you have the whore pone that does shit only to further her own goals."
>"Applejack is a shit character with little development, a background pony."
"Maybe so, but she's level headed, more loyal than Bluefast, honest as fuck, admits to her mistakes, works hard, has a sexy accent, and a nice fat arse."
>"True about the arse. But Rarity is still better."
"She uses her whore'd out make-up caked face to be sexy and take shit off people."
>"You got bullied by the pretty girls in school, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did actually, you cunt. Hence my hate for Rarity, she's exactly the fucking same."
>"Yeah? Well--"
"Oh for fucks sake, why are we arguing this shit?! If I wanted to argue with a cunting Anon, I'd fuck off to /mlp/ and shitpost for attention."
>"Heh, we're too into 4chan."
"Fucking hell... you want to fuck me, don't you?"
>"Yeah... hearing that in Rarity's voice, while she is actually standing in front of me... shit's surreal."
>You laugh while responding to that
"I know the feeling, mate. I wake up and I'm a pony. In fact, I'm a bloody mare, for fucks sake."
>"You're British, aren't you?"
"And you're an Ameritard, so what?"
>"Just saying."
"I'm English, actually."
>"Whatever...."
>The next few moments are kind of an awkward silence
>This feels cringey

>You kick your hooves about while glancing at the floor
>This is really surreal, how you imagined it would go, actually
>"Uh, so... what do you like to do, for fun?"
>Oh for fucks sake, this is embarrassing, for both of you!
"Dude, look, I aint got a problem with fucking you, you're a nice enough looking bloke, but we don't need to make small talk. I think the waifu-argument was enough."
>"You're very forward."
"Usually am, which... is weird because I fucking love being a submissive bitch boy."
>"...Yeah?"
>This makes you laugh a little more
"Ye-heh, I cross-dress daily. Guys clothes? Fuck that shit, too baggy, nice girls tops and skinny jeans, thank-you!"
>"So you're a faggot, a trap, and a horsefucker?"
"Pretty much, aye."
>"...Fuck, hearing you say 'Aye' in that voice."
"Probably sounds right fucking lovely to you, dunnit?"
>"It's kinda hot, I'll admit. You don't really pronounce your 'T''s either."
"Eh, not really unless I'm being polite, or formal, or.. using words like polite where the pronunciation is impossible to miss."
>"Ha... so... h'yeah... er, you're... r-really sexy."
"You want to fuck a horse? Faggot."
>"Yes. Massive faggot if it means I'm fucking you."
"Haahh... right then, best get this shit over with. I'm torn between looking forward to this vaginal sex, and hesitant because I don't know you."
>"...Not that it's technically gay, though?"
"I already said I was a faggot. Keep up, mate, is your brain 100% concentrated southern 'murica?"

>You have to admit, you do want to get to shagging real soon
>You're curious to find out what having a snatch is like
>Anon here is going to assist with that if he wasn't playing it so casually
>Hell, YOU'RE the trap-faggot, you should be the one mincing around things
"Come on, mate, I'm all for starting if you are."
>"Oh... yeah?"
"Yes, you cunt. Don't keep a gu-- Hah... er, 'Lady', waiting."
>You put extra emphasis on 'lady' because you know that shit must be hot to him with how it sounds
>Even if you hate this white bitch of a horse
>"...Hey... do you ...mind, if I get undressed?"
"Go for it, I'm naked aint I?"
>"Kinda different for you."
"Not really, mate. There's a breeze and it's making my arse cold, it's really fucking distracting."
>He cracks a smile, shrugging and starting to take his clothes off
>First goes the jacket, real leather, if you're not mistaken, looks good
>Then his grey top
>...Dude got a body, not a model, but not too shabby either, slim with a little bit of muscle and a slight bump to his belly
>Like you, actually, except he's definitely more manly
>...O.K, so he's kind of hot, there go the trousers... and that leaves him in his briefs, or boxers, whatever those are he's wearing, what the fuck are they?
>"...O.K... socks too..."
>He's almost naked. You do wanna see if he's packing
>Damn you hope he is, you're a girl now, that's not gay at all
>So fucking straight right now
>Like a fucking spirit meter
>...And then off go the pants

"Well, we can tell you aint a nigger."
>"Racism? That's a crime."
"Which is for--"
>"Niggers, yep. But yeah... I'm no horse."
"I reckon you got about 4 inches there, maybe 5? That's big enough when erect and certainly big enough to fill a vagina from what I've heard."
>"That voice is going to kill me."
"Sounds super sexy having Rarity examine you, then? Daaahhh-ling~?"
>You draw out that 'darling' on purpose, you swear he twitches a little
>He's excited as fuck, you can tell
>You'd be the same if it was Applejack you got to fuck
>"Please do that while we have sex."
"What? Say 'Darling'?"
>"Yeah, please."
"To be honest that was a tease, I really, reeaally, fucking hate Rarity. Her drawn out voice pisses me off."
>"Oh come on... I'm no fan of Applejack, but it's like... I'd know that an Anon wanting to fuck her would love her mannerisms and accent. I'd do that for the thrill, even if I don't necessarily enjoy it."
>...Hm
>Yeah, you guess so, you'd be pissed if you were in his shoes
"Fine... guess I can do that for you... darling~"
>"Great."
>Damn, he breathed out as he said that, he's going to take you soon
"Well... I need to... get acquainted with this new body ...darling. Mind helping a lady onto the bed?"
>"Of course not!"
"Good boy."
>Ha, being the dominative one, that's funny
>He gingerly treads over and places his hands around you, hoisting you as gently as he can
>It's still uncomfortable, but less so than before
>...Right onto the bed you go

>He tries to be careful, gingerly laying you onto the bed
>His dick is almost touching your snout, you refrain from licking it
>The chill in the air has him flaccid
>Maybe you should change that
>You are getting kind of horny
>You swish your tail experimentally, kind of impressed that it works like a fifth limb
>Hm
>You let yourself fall onto your side, getting comfy, and position yourself sideways to him
>You swish your tail again, revealing your pony vagoo to him, you assume
>Looking, you can't actually see your genitals from here
>So you decide to move about and stretch your legs open, facing down to examine your new plumbing
>Puffy lips, almost neatly symmetrical, a clit just poking itself out, pretty standard vagina
>It is strange though, that you can see your ponut, it doesn't feel likie you should be able to see that
>As for the feel, well...
>Licking the flat of one of your hooves, you slowly stroke it upwards from your arsehole, up towards the clitoris
>It feels pretty nice
>The lips are sensitive like the upper half of a cock, the clit rather jolting, which makes sense, considering it's the equivalent of the glans
"Hm. That's interesting."
>"Yeah."
>Oh right, the Anon
>He's been watching you play with yourself this whole time
>Ha, at least he's rock hard at any rate
"So, how do you like your Rarity?"
>"What?"
"You know, dude, how she acts under the sheets. Submissive or Dominate?"
>There we go, he smiles

>"Well... to be honest, I would prefer to please her how she wanted me to, you know? Call me a autistic faggot but I'd want to be a gentleman to her, considering that's what she hunts for."
>Hunts for?
>Strange way of saying that
>Well, you assume he wants to follow orders
>Rarity definitely is a bossy bitch
>Goddamn you hate her so much
"Well, let's not wait around. Like you said, I'm... forward, so go ahead and lat down on the bed for me. ...Darling."
>Can't forget the mannerisms, can we?
>Fuck, it really does feel shit to be worst pone
>Won't do when you're sitting on his face though
>Then it's gonna be bloody brilliant and you aint gonna give a shit who you look like
>He is way too happy at your proposal, although you remind yourself, you would be too in his shoes
>He complies almost immediately
>Setting himself down and laying back into the duvet
>"A-alright... damn, this is really happening."
>You smirk
"Oh, aye, darling, it's definitely happening. Now, where did you want-- Oh, right."
>You're deciding this, he wants to please YOU after all
>But you really want to suck his cock, it's standing to attention so eagerly
>You'd full homo if you were a guy
>Alas, it's straight as fuck right now
>...Fuck it, lets get pleasured
"Alright then, I'm gonna settle down on your face, aye?"
>"Please, feel free, Rarity."
>Heh, O.K, he's really getting into it now
>You may as well go full Rarara
"Oh my... This seat isn't taken? I'm glad, darling~"
>Ha, that was silly

>You stand over him, breathing softly
>He's barely moving an inch, just waiting
>Well, if someone isn't being a good little boy?
>Facing about, your back legs move to either side of his head
>You aint delaying this anymore, you want, almost NEED to be eaten out
>Fairly certain it's a mare's sex drive or something but fuck you are so horny
>You can't help squeezing in a comment, however
"Hmm~ This seat looks so comfortable..."
>Hah, made his dick twitch
>You lower your body down calmly, until your chest meets his own, it then strikes you, just how small you are in comparison to him
>You fail to give a fuck as a very wet appendage roughly brushes over your new hole
>Hmm, damn, that was wonderfully nice, you're very grateful for this opportunity as you feel his tongue push into you with a hungry willingness behind it
>You don't speak, nor cry out, or give any bullshit moans of the sort, you just ...relax, nuzzling your snout against his abdomen and closing your eyes, while his tongue explores your rather delicate flower
>By the Nine, by Celestia, by Eywa, does it feel fucking excellent to have a cunt
>It feels SO much better than analingus, SO much better
>Okay, you'll allow him a little moan of delight, let him know he's doing quite well
"Ohhhhh~ Please do not slow down, darling..."
>Yeah, that should do nicely
>Oh fuck he increased his tempo, the tingling through your cervix is just positively exhilarating
>You could lay here for... eons

>You intake a sharp breath, his teeth ever so gently nipping at your clitoris
>The little bead is extremely volatile to stimulation, moreso than a glans... it's amplified by four, at the very least
>That nip was... painful? No... it was... a pleasure-pain, yes, it stung, but was acceptable to the sensuality gained
>You would not be opposed to another nip
>His muscle strokes the inner walls of your entrance, sending continuous sudden influxes of felicity through your dainty frame
>Oral sex... bless the man who discovered it
>You feel yourself soften against his front further, his diaphragm expanding with each breath he intakes, pushing your light weight up and down
>The only thing that could relax you further is a massage, or some chilled music
>Is it too late to request a massage, with included relaxing vibes?
>You feel yourself contract suddenly, leaving your vagina tingling... if you're not mistaken that was a wink
>That means you're building up for release
>You're not even focused on an orgasm, you're just breathing in and out, listening to the sound of his heartbeat while his tongue forces its way, delving into your depths
>You hum into him as he lavishes a particularly good sweet spot with the tip of his inner digit
>Oh, you think he heard, because he does so again
>And again...
>Oh, naughty boy... that's certainly two fingers that just introduced themselves to your snatch, he gently twists them in
"Veery... gooood~"

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>You were very nervous before your first time with Anon
>You were unsure of your new pony body; would you be good enough? Could you really feel like a mare when all your life you'd been a man?
>What if you were awkward or weird? Worse still, what if Anon ended up being a huge jerk?
>At least the latter concern dissipates somewhat when you meet him
>He is very kind when you meet at the cafe, putting you at ease with some silly comments about the flowers on the table
>The two of you actually hit it off quite well, but even at the end of the night you're still feeling nervous about the prospect of intimacy
>Anon surprises you with his perceptiveness, seeming to read how you're feeling
>He tells you that you don't have to rush things, that he's happy to wait for you until you're ready
>Mustering a bit of courage that you weren't aware you had, you tell him that it's ok, that you want to try
>You feel like such an idiot when you ask him to be gentle, blushing stupidly, unable to even look him in the eye
>It's hard to articulate the relief you feel when he doesn't make fun of you at all, and instead merely sits down on the bed and invites you to climb into his lap
>You feel incredibly tense as you do; this is all so new to you, and so very exciting
>You've dreamed of doing this, of being someone's mare, but it's always been just a fantasy
>Now, as Anon holds you in his arms, the reality of him is almost overwhelming
>The realization of how much bigger and stronger he is makes you start to tremble all over
>How easily he could hurt you, could break your small body
>Yet instead he chooses to give you pleasure
>Such gentle, loving pleasure
>He starts to caress you
>Running his big hands over your sides, your flanks, over your round pony butt
>Your skin feels much more sensitive as a mare than it did when you were a human male
>Each slow brush of his fingertips sends a wave of pleasure through your body and a shiver up your spine

>You gasp and arch your back involuntarily when his nails graze lightly over your thigh and crotch, barely skirting your labia
>His fingertip ghosts just over the nipple of one of your small crotchboobs, making your legs shake uncontrollably
>You feel so weak and hot in his arms, as if his touch is melting all the strength from your body
>It's now that you feel the wet heat between your legs, dripping down your thighs, and realize that you're experiencing your first real rush of female arousal
>You feel his lips brush your forehead
>As if in a dream, your eyes slowly track upward to look at him
>He smiles down at you, so large and imposing, yet so gentle and kind
>His fingers alight on your mouth, and obediently you open wide to let them in, letting him touch your soft pink tongue
>You slowly suck on his fingers, feeling your face grow hotter and hotter, as your body seems almost to float on air
>When he pulls his fingers free, a trail of your own saliva drips between them and your lips
>You let out a moan when he slides his hand past your cheek and up the side of your head, where he softly scratches your ear
>Your heart is pounding a mile a minute and your stomach is full of butterflies

>His scent, so musky and masculine, makes your head swim
>When he makes eye contact with you, you feel almost as if you are about to faint
>And you nearly do, when a moment later he is pressing his lips to yours, gentle at first, then hard and firm as he deepens the kiss
>You feel yourself entering a happy daze, your muscles relaxing, everything going soft and warm
>Surrendering to his gentle strength, his loving kiss, his hands on your sensitive body
>You realize in that moment that you are his
>His good little mare, forever and always
>You feel so safe, so loved, so sexy
>Even in all your wildest fantasies, you never realized how good it would feel to be Anon's mare
>All you can think about is him, and how badly you want to be with him
>And Anon is all too happy to oblige, giving you everything that you've craved for so long

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"Twilight, that is the most idiotic thing you ever came up with and I refuse-"

>a bright, white flash interrupts your decline of pony science
>you open your eyes
>you are in the middle of a rather comfy looking room
>big bed, fireplace, table with various drinks
>its a boudoir
>you raise up on all fours
>you are a pone
>looking at your hoof you see a bright blue
>your eyes shoot open, you quickly reach in between your haunches
>cunt not crusty.. something is off here
"The fuck am I?"
>that voice
>you turn towards a big mirror in the corner of the room
>you are quite literally wearing your robe and wizard hat
>staring at you in the reflexion is the great and powerful Trixie
>IF you had to choose, you would have wanted to be Fluttershy
>do the whole timid act before going total slut mode... that be hot!
"The fuck am I thinking?"
>you hear Twilight talk to someone behind that door
>must be your lucky Anon
>what fucktard would actually want to do it with Trixie
"Oh no... nononono... g-go to bed Seth!"
>you mutter to yourself, realizing... you are on the bed

>looking around, you quickly jump behind a pile of pillows, trying to hide
>you can't get fucked by Seth
>part of your brain points out that that might be karma for all the 'go to bed, Seth' 
shitposting you did whenever Trixie came up
>mentally castigating your brain to shut up you hear the door open
>you freeze
>"I umm... can see your hat."
>fucking Trixie being ostentatiously fashionable
"Dude are you like... Sethisto?"
>silence
>"Fuck no man. Are you?"
>you blink
>Seth would probably want to be Trixie
>what a fag
"I'd rather be Trixie than Seth"
>you raise above your pillow fortifications
>it is just a dude
>maybe a little chubby, a bit short, glasses, but clean shaven
>still you glare at him
"You have to worst taste in pone, you know that?"
>he seems slightly irritated
>"Oh don't start, you are probably a Flutterfaggot" 
>kinda cute how he adjusted his glasses saying that
>still, he insulted Shy, can't let that slide
>you jump out of your fortress, trotting over to him
"Don't go there chubby"
>you poke a hoof against his belly
>"Oh, them fighting words of someone who wantes to get fucked as a pony."
"But not as a Trixie you god damn idiot!"
>arguing with someone from down below won't do, you jump on your hind legs, hoofs resting on his chest able to halfways look him into his eyes
>silence as you can feel the heat of his body against your own
>you really didn't think that through
>one of his hands slides along your flank
"D-don't you dare."
>he stops before cracking a wry grin
>"Angry sex?"
>you blink, blowing a bit of your mane out of your face
>returning the grin you just say
"As if a limp dicked Trixie fag could fuck me proper."

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By !DJfQNe7Bz6 

>God it's cold
>But it's a good kind of cold
>The kind of cold that makes you want to snug up warm in your bed
>Just hide under the sheets
>Curl up as tight as you can
>And never come out
>Comfy as fuck
>And on this particular morning, that's exactly what you did
>You were reluctant to get out of your bed
>Even though you had a little nagging sensation
>This noise in the back of your head
>You must!
>You have to get up!
>You didn't really know why, but you had to get up
>A yawn
>A stretch
>And the sudden realisation that you...
>Didn't have hands
>You shot up
>In shock, you threw the covers off the bed
>You didn't recognise this place
>You didn't recognise this bed
>It was far too large
>But most importantly, you didn't recognise... You
>Well, no you did recognise yourself actually
>But it wasn't you
>You were someone else
>But you were still you
>If any of that makes sense
>Your frantic breathing slows as you calm yourself down
>You take a moment to adjust yourself
>More importantly, your memory
>A faint blur from the night before
>Or was it the night before?
>Or was it only a few minutes ago?
>You're not sure
>You remember seeing...
>There was a Pony!
>A real live pony!
>"Holy shit, a talking horse!"
>You remember exclaiming when you lay eyes on her
>Twilight, it was
>She had a proposition for you
>You're really not totally sure
>You can't remember exactly what it was
>Had you been drinking?
>Obviously not heavily enough to have a headache of any kind
>Whatever this proposition was, it probably had something to do with you being a horse now
>A... A blue horse
>Oh shit
>Oh fucking pissing arseholes
>Your eyes dart around in their sockets, trying to look at yourself at every angle
>A flash of blue
>Red
>Orange
>Yellow
>All sorts of colours from every angle
>Why would you ever agree to this?
>You don't want this!
>Twilight, fucking bitch, must've tricked you or something!

>"You okay?"
>A voice called from a door to your left
>You jump and yell in surprise
>How long had he been there for!
>A tall man stood there
>A tall... Average sort of guy
>Blonde hair
>Not too fat
>Free from any excessive facial hair
"Fine."
>You respond, regaining your composure
>He just chuckled
>Obviously, he'd noticed your surprise to see him
>Who the fuck was this guy?
>You didn't know him
>For a moment, you half expected to see yourself looking at you
>Like you'd switched bodies with Rainbow Dash or something
>Then... It hit you
>The offer Twilight had
>'Fuck a horse or be fucked as a horse'
>Though you're pretty sure she didn't say that verbatim
>And it looks like your... Mildly intoxicated self decided the latter was the better choice
>Though you're pretty sure you would have made the same decision if you were completely sober too
>...You underestimate yourself
>One the one hand
>Fuck.
>You're Rainbow Dash.
>On the other hand
>Fuck yeah!
>Literally could not care less if you're a shit horse if you get fucked in the horse pussy
>You've already decided to embrace your new found love for being the slutty mare
>That is, until you realise something
>You're missing something
>The horror sinks in as you look down at your crotch
>You don't even have genitalia
>Or an arsehole
>You're completely smooth around every edge of your flank
>Fuck!
>No!
>You didn't sign up for this shit
>You were up for some full on vaginal horse fuckery
>You were keen on sucking some guy off
>What are you, a faggot?
"Why man? Why would you do it?!"
>You yell in desperation
>Scraping at your completely empty crotch
>No surprise dick and balls
>No horse vag
>Nothing
>Fucking nothing
>Just a completely solid pelvis and your fur and skin
>How are you going to piss and shit?!
>Why is that your immediate worry?
>"What do you mean?"
>Was this guy serious?
>Did you have to draw a diagram?
>Or spell it out for him?

"Hey, I agreed to be fucked senseless! How are we supposed to do that if I've got nothing I can fuck you with!"
>The guy raised an eyebrow in surprise
>"No, that wasn't part of the agreement..."
>What does that even mean
>Black and white
>Simple as fuck
>Fuck horses or get fucked
>You were on the get fucked end of the scale
>And now you were so close that was going to be taken away from you for...
>Whatever reason
"Yes it fucking was!"
>He shook his head
>"Yeah, it was an option, but it wasn't what I agreed to. We're playing by my rules"
>It was dick sucking
>Obviously, you were gonna have to prepare for a dick sucking
>You sigh
>You better get this over with then
>Leaping off the bed, you walk up to him
>Still stood at the door
>You look up at him with your large eyes, but nothing
>No change
>No reaction
"Come on then, take them off."
>He just laughed
>Again
>"You really don't get this do you?"
>...Okay now you didn't know what was going on
>This was creepy
>Doesn't want vaginal
>Or anal
>Or oral
>What does he want?
>He stroked your head
>Right in between your ears
>Messing up your mane-
>...As much as it can be messed up
>In the process
>You step back, shaking your head to return it to it's naturally untidy state
>"I just want to stroke your coat..."
>What?
>"Brush your mane..."
>Dude.
>"Preen your feathers, just some completely non-sexual interaction."
>That's creepy a fuck!
"This is-!"
>God, you just...
>No! You can't even begin to think about this!
>It's fucking weird!
"That's just-!"
>Man, this guy had the opportunity to fuck a horse and instead turns it down for some non-sexual cuddling?
"...I'm okay with that if you are."

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Anon-Aloe  By Leiffer

>You gulp as you stand before a door
>On the other side of it is an Anonymous, but not in his own original form
>You are Anon and you are going to fuck another Anon, who’s been turned into a mare
>You’re nervous, but horny, extremely horny
>You are finally going to get some sweet pony pussy, but you’re still unsure about the whole it being another Anon that’s just got a body of a pony
>You open the door and walk in
>In the small hotel room you find pretty much nothing more than a large bed
>And on it, there’s a form, covered by a blanket
“H-hello?”
>You hear a giggle coming from beneath the blanket as the from shifts and starts to rise up
>you watch in anticipation, nervous as to what pony mare would be there waiting for you
>You were so nervous about the whole ordeal that you just said that any pony would do, and after spilling enough spaghetti to Twilight she just told you she’s got a bunch of good candidates and showed you a bunch of papers
>and because you were feeling nervous you just randomly chose one so that you could just get to it
>You still have mixed feelings about this anon-pony fucking, but as you wait for the grand reveal you do feel a bit bad of not having enough balls to demand for your waifu
>But it’s just a random fuck, nothing more, you’re not choosing a soulmate for marriage r-right?
>The blanket finally slips away, revealing the head of a pony who’s mane’s disheveled from being under the covers and doing...well you suspect touching himse-herself
>It’s none other than Aloe
>”Oh?”
>Aloe turns her head to look at you and then grins
>”So you’re the one...”
>She slips out from beneath the bed and stretches on top of he bed like a cat
>you feel a tent starting to form in your pants as the pony pushes her butt up in the air and gives it a playful wiggle

>it comes with slight shame that’s still battling your growing need for pony pussy
“Y-yeah”
>Aloe hops off the bed and starts walking towards you, slowly
>You’re actually a bit surprised at this, you’d have thought that it’d have been hard for someone to walk on pony hooves and all fours
“I-I’m here for my afternoon massage Miss Aloe”
>You give the pony an awkward grin, but this is how it should go, so that neither of you feels awkward about this
>though this Anon looks unnervingly calm...and is giving you the bedroom eyes...
>”Come on, let’s forget all about those ridiculous role play games and let’s get to fucking”
>You stare at the pony
“W-wait aren’t you supposed to act like the po-“
>Suddenly Aloe grabs a hold of your fly and unzips it
>You try to jump back but end up landing on your butt
>And instantly you feel the pony crawling on top of you
>”I don’t really care about that, I’ve been given this wonderful toy to play with, and I am going to test it out on you, like it or not”
>Suddenly Aloe presses her hoof against your bulge and starts to gently rub it, making your body tense up
>You open your mouth but you can’t get anything to come out and then this pony already has her lips against yours
>You panic and try to push her off and break the kiss but she responds by pressing down on your bulge, painfully hard
>You stop moving instantly and she once again dives her tongue into your mouth as she pulls her hoof back, still holding it on the bulge but at least not painfully so
>This...this is bad
>It feels good, but you can not ignore the fact that the other being in here is an Anon turned pony like you originally thought you would
>But what’s even worse is how good this feels
>She’s not even moving her hoof now but just having her hoof on your bulge feels exciting, and the things she is doing to your mouth are making your mind almost go blank

>But then Aloe breaks the kiss and pulls her face back to catch her breath
>She’s blushing now and so are you
>she’s looking into your eyes and you avert your gaze out of embarrassment
>This seems to amuse this Aloe-Anon as she laughs a little
>it’s cruel yet sounds sweet, and you dislike yourself a bit from thinking of it that way
>”So this is the power females hold over males, oh I like this~”
>Aloe backs off as you stare at her
>”Undress already, I can’t wait to get started”
>You stand up and look at the pony
>She’s definitely aroused, she seems to have a hard time standing straight and keeps shifting her weight with her tail raised
>And you are too...
>You, you might as well go trough with it, the small things that still bother you will clear up during the act right? Besides you’re already in this too deep to just stop. So you start undressing while the mare stares at you with amusement
>Not to mention you’re feeling a bit frightened at what this Anon might do if you did, you know that some of your fellow Anons can be a bit...off...and this one’s not exactly making all lights go green in your head
>Well, now your shirt is off
>You’re not a tub of lard, but you’re not the most fit individual either
>Do you really need to see that look of dissapoint-
>Aloe is looking at you and she’s biting her bottom lip
>...she’s not disgusted? That’s...
>”Oh come on hurry up and unto those pants already, you won’t believe how it feels like to be this horny”
>Aloe flutters her eyes at you
>”I want it so bad right now, my body feels so sensitive, and my ladyparts feel so tingly and moist~”
>You quickly undo your pants and throw them and your undies off
>And there you are, fully nude

>Aloe looks you over and you start to feel a familiar awkwardness all over yourself
>And then you start to loose your erection
>you look at your crotch in panic as it starts to shrink
>Aloe lets out a little laugh
>”Feeling shy? Don’t worry, this is going to happen, even if you would not want it to happen”
>She walks to you and lifts your semi-limp member up with her hoof while you feel embarrassed at your failure
>The Anon must be disappointed in you already
>But Aloe just keeps looking at your cock
>”Do you need words of encouragement? It’s a nice cock”
“...You’re just saying that...”
>Aloe giggles sweetly once again and gives the tip a gentle lick
>Her tongue feels warm, and soft
>It’s sending all sorts of pleasant shivers throughout your body, and you start to feel life returning to your member
>Aloe starts to gently move her hoof back and forth and then looks up at you
>”It tastes good, even better than mine”
>What sort of an Anon did you end up with?
>Aloe keeps looking straight at you while stroking your cock as its growing back to full mast steadily
>”You know, you could touch me too”
>You keep looking at her
“L-like 69?”
>Aloe lets out an amused little laugh
>”We probably should try that too, but honestly I’ve been playing around with rubbing myself enough on the bed while I was waiting for you, I just can’t wait to...”
>She looks at your now fully erect cock with lustful eyes
>”Get all of this to slide in me and ravage me until I’m moaning like a silly little slut”
>You gulp once again
>”you know, you could grab my head, ram this thing into my mouth, just use my mouth like a fleshlight you know?”
>You just stare at the Aloe-Anon as she stares at you while resting her head against your thigh and stroking your cock
“B-but shouldn’t I just...you know, be gentle?”
>Aloe lets out a groan

>”Come on, I’m telling you to make this interesting, I’m really horny over here, heck I’ve never been so much in the need when I was a human. I’m telling you I want to be rut already”
>S-she really seems to want it huh? Well you’ve got to give it to her then, right? If something goes wrong it’s the Anon’s fault for saying stuff like that
>”I’m actually torn, I’d love to play around with this cock of yours in my mouth, to taste it, feel it, get intoxicated by the scent of it and the feeling of being so lewd, but I really want it in already. So, what do you wanna do?”
>You...anything’s fine for you, but you really want to put it in and so does this other Anon so...
“Let’s...go straight to sex please”
>This seems to brighten the Anon’s mood as he smiles wide
>”You’re in for a real treat~”
>Aloe stops stroking your now raging hard on and gives at a kiss on the tip
>This makes you let out a little sound which amuses her as she turns around
>And then you notice something as the mare happily skips over to the bed
>She’s drenched, you can see fluids travel down both of her inner thighs, and the quick glimpses you see of her marehood past her swaying tail also show that’s she’s really drenched
>You awkwardly follow Aloe to the large bed, but now you also feel a new sort of emotion within you
>A need to fuck that pussy
>Aloe’s already on the bed with her ass up in the air and face down on the bed, looking at you with anticipation as you too climb onto the bed
>Her tail’s blocking the way, but just as you are about to say something about it she moves it and exposes herself to you for the first time
>it’s a moist sight to behold, and your cock is now raging in anticipation of getting to slide in there
>”Come on, put it in already or I’ll do it”
>This Anon seems to have no problems in being the mare, it is somehow putting you at ease

>You were kind of expecting an Anon that’d be a bit more against things because it would be embarrassing, but this one’s all for it
>you place your hands on her ass, and you’re immediately blown away by how it feels
>It’s really good, you give her buttocks a few squeezes and stare at them in awe
>That is until you notice Aloe looking back at you grumpily
>Welp, this is it then
>You take a hold of your erect penis and start positioning it
>And as you press your tip against her entrance, things happen
>Aloe lets out a sharp gasp as she lifts her head from against the bed and her marehood almost feels like it’s trying to grab onto your cock and pull it in
>Her marehood feels incredibly hot against your glans, not to mention extremely slippery and moist
>O-oh wow!”
>Aloe’s whole body shudders a bit as she grasps the sheets with her hooves
“Is it that good?”
>Instead of answering Aloe gives her behind a little wiggle as she starts to slowly move it backwards, taking more of you inside her
>”Ooohhmmhh~”
>You can feel her inner walls gripping onto your shaft as she slowly takes you in all the way
>You can’t help but to grunt as you finally go balls deep into her and her soft cushiony pony butt comes to rest against your loins
>”T-this is so good~”
>Aloe looks back at you again, and there’s visible lust in her eyes now
>”Hey, start moving alre-“
>you pull out from inside her while holding onto her hips
>Aloe stops talking as her eyes go wide an she gasps huskily
>And then you push your self back in
>Her marehood gives you just enough resistance to make it feel like absolute bliss
>And your loins softly slam against her butt, making it jiggle a little
>”Ah!”
>You’re surprised by the sudden sound of passion, and so seems Aloe-Anon as well
>But then the look of surprise disappears from his face as he rests his head against the bed
>”Rut me hard~”

>And you really want to, so that's what you do
>You start to move your hips, slamming your crotch against that luscious pony butt as you ram your meatrod inside Aloe again and again
>Aloe starts to move her hips as well in rhythm with you while moaning erotically
>Her marehood's rhythmically pushing and grasping against your cock and pulling it back in as you move in and out of her
>She's squirming around as you pound her, arching her back every now and then
>As her moans start to grow more loud and uncontrolled you too find yourself starting to gt lost in the moment
>It just feels so good, who knew pony pussy was like this, it's even better than you could have ever imagined
>Not to mention feeling that ass slam against you and seeing this sweating mare in the throws of passion, it's just...so much to take in
>"Push me down!"
>Aloe-Anon's words shake you out from your heat of the passion
"W-what?"
>"Ju-Ah! Just push m-mmmmeehh~ d-down a-ah-and hold me downnn~"
>You're not sure how to go at this but she sounds like she really needs it so you pull out with a wet pop and push her down and hold her that way with your whole body as you re-enter her
>her coat feels so soft and erotic against your naked chest, and the way how her butt is like a soft fuckcushion against which you can just ruthlessly jackhammer your loins as they tremble beneath you...
>You put your hand around her throat and pull her head upwards, earning a cute sound of surprise form her
>You're unsure why you did it, but Aloe does not seem to mind, in fact she pushes her butt out even more by arching her back so you can more easily slam deeper into her
>Her marehood's now quivering and twitching wildly and she seems like she can't keep her body from trying to move in various ways
>"Oh I'm so close, please don't stop, please don't stop, please just harder please!"
>Her voice sounds desperate and needing, which arouses you even further

>Suddenly her marehood starts to strongly squeeze your cock as her whole body seems to want to flop around and tremble
>Aloe inhales sharply and her hooves grab onto your arm that's around her neck, squeezing it hard
>MRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhrmmmmmmhhhhh~~"
>She lets out an animalistic sound like no other as things and feelings you can't even begin to describe start happening to your cock
>All you know is that it's enough to send you over the edge as you feel like you're going to blow your load right about now
"I'm about to cum!"
>You try to pull away but Aloe suddenly slams her butt back against you as her marehood squeezes down so hard it's a bit painful
>"N-no cum inside, just please cum inside, don't you dare t-AAAAH!!"
>You're already cumming as Aloe screams that and grasps your hand harder with her hooves
>It feels like you cum harder than you have ever before, your balls pumping all they can inside this mare more powerfully than they ever have during fapping
>and then the feeling subsides and you feel your reason returning slowly
>You let go of Aloe and groggily pull out
>A bit of cum pours out as you do

>Aloe's just lying on the bed, her whole body limp and twitching every now and then as she pants
>You roll over and then just lie on the bed, catching your breath
>that, that was amazing
>your whole cock feels completely numb as you enjoy the growing afterglow and mind numbing goodness
>Suddenly Aloe shifts and crawls on top of you
>You stare at her while she stares at you, but then she suddenly kisses you again with a quick kiss
>She then just flops and lies down on top of you, resting her head against your chest
>"you...I really like you..."
>Then she suddenly lifts herself back up again
>"Want me to become your mare?"
>You're...not thinking straight...
"Yeah..."
>That must be why you said that
>it's...just an Anon with a mare's body...
>But as the pony lets out a happy squee and nuzzles her face against your chest affectionately you can't help but to think that this is not so bad...

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>"S-suck that dick Twi."
>You have no idea how long you have been at it
"N-nahhh!"
>you hear Twilight's voice echo through the room, muffled, but filled with desire
>it is your own voice
>your eyes hazily go upwards
>muzzle burried in the curly pubes of some anon, his cock shoven down your throat
>the taste of sperm lingers in your pony maw, your long, soft tongue worming out, desperately trying to massage his balls
>patches of your purple coat are itching, sports where they came across you
>when your face or your holes wasn't avaiable, they would usually resort to cumming across your cutie mark
>"Gonna get me some of that ponut!"
>"Fucking tight slut!"
"Mhhpf... mhh!"
>awkward moments, banter or even friendly conversations were past you
>it all resorted to fucking, skipping any reservation you or any other anon ever had 
>you gurgle, feeling one of them lining up with your tight ass
>your pussy was dripping spunk, tingling along your thick horse clit
>He seemed to have trouble, getting ahold of your tail, pulling your plot nonchalantly up
>The heat of his cock forced its way inside you
>the softness of your poughnut hugged him tight
>all lubed up by previous people using your holes
>the cock inside your throat started to twitch
>its owner got ahold of your horn, pulling you back
>this spit covered shaft flops out of your mouth
>your tongue hanging out you give him a little lap, looking up at him out of your breath
>"Gonna nut"
"G-give it to me... covery P-Princess Twilight's face!"
>you moan as the guy behind got into a good rythm on your ass
>how you wished to have your pussy stuffed right now
>the guy in front of you was stroking his cock frantically
>you closed your eyes
>moments later the thick musky scent of sperm arose in your nostrils
>and the warmth of a fresh load across your adorable pony face embraced you

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By WritefagNameHere

>B Anon
>Well, more accurately, A Anon, you never got bad grades
>”You suck!”
>As you walk out of the club, toweling the remains of several tomatoes off of your body
>That’s what you get for making your living stand-up comedy... 
>Why the hell did you go to college, anyway?
>Man, philosophy degrees are SHIT for job potential
>You wander through the city’s alleys, grab a six-pack from the store, and go another block to your home, expecting a normal night like always
>Open the door
>Get on the floor
>Why the hell did you print off that guy’s digits, anyway? Quads aren’t even that important
>You lean down and pick up the sheet of paper, putting it inside the grocery bag
>Put the beer in the fridge …
>Make yourself a sandwich
>Go to your computer and sit down, preparing to post and shitpost on 4chan
>Your nights were so boring ...
>"HI ANON!"
>Your eyes catch a glimpse of a purple pony sitting on your bed as you sit down
>you recoil so much your chair falls out from under you

>Your eyes drift open
>Man, that was a crazy dream
>Ow, your head hurts like hell …
>You notice that it’s 8 AM on the clock
>"Good morning Anon!"
>Twilight Sparkle was next to your bed on the floor
>Hey, you were constantly bored and you went on 4chan, you were going to hear about it eventually
>N-not that you watched the show! You just heard about this character through your best friend’s cousin’s husband
>She probably was lying down earlier, but she jumped up when she heard you shift
>Seeing her eyes open and her cute face within a foot of yours, you reacted the same way that any sane nor/mlp/erson would

>Surprisingly, she giggles a little and raises her hoof to her mouth, and you mentally add insulin shots to your grocery list
>"Hah, Anon, you’re so funny. I too have studied Internet culture with an emphasis on /mlp/."
"Really?! What do you think of Celestianism?! Have you cum inside Rainbow Dash yet?"
>she giggles again, and quickly sobers up
>"Anon, I didn’t come here for no reason and this teleportation spell only works for a day. You were unconscious for about 12 hours, so I only have until 8 tonight."
"So why did you come here, then?"
>"I have an offer to make you"
"An offer?"
>You had read about Twilight visiting humans on one writing thread a while back that was actually just a bunch of people circlejerking about how they wanted to be ponies and you were convinced they were autistic
>Huh, truth IS stranger than fiction
>"So, Anon, here’s the deal."

>”You can choose to transform into a pony that another /mlp/er wants to fuck. You get your horsepussy, ponut, or mouth fucked. Or you can choose a pony you want to fuck and Twilight will transform a person from /mlp/ to look like that pony and you can fuck them. The /mlp/er will still have their same personality, but they'll look like the pony you chose. The difference between that and that shitty writing prompt from /mlp/ is that you can choose a person to fuck or a pony to be so you won’t end up like Roid Rage”
“What do you mean end up like him?”
>”He was some nutcase’s waifu and, well, the switch is permanent.”
>(Huh, you need some brain bleach now)
“Anyway, I’ll choose…”
“[1], I want to become a pony”
>”Good choice! I don’t blame you~”
>"Which pony would you like to be?"
>Did she just wink at you when she said good choice?
I need a second to think …

>do I get their abilities?
>“Yes, you get magic or flight if they have it.”
>You wanted to be a Mane 6 pony
>Not Ponka, you couldn’t pull off her personality
>No background pony
>You’d rather not be a lesbian
>It’d be creepy as hell to say that you wanted to be Twilight while talking to Twilight, so you scratch that off the list -- you may be a horse fucker, but you weren’t THAT autistic. Besides, you
>Fluttershy you couldn’t pull off in a roleplay for a second
>Being Rarity would be fun for roleplaying, your personality could fit her looks decently, and you could be even kinkier and play games with your magic
>You had always longed to be with a pony, but not in this sense … oh well
“I’ll be Rarity.”
>”A popular choice.”
>Purplesmart smirks a little at you as she casts a spell

>”That’ll take effect at 8 PM. You’ll also be sent to someone’s house. Someone in decent shape since I don’t let everyone get a waifu. Take care!”
>She’s in the middle of the quite complex teleportation spell and is preparing to leave when you decide to tell her something
>You kneel on the floor and pick up the purple unicorn with a cute-as-fuck “eep!” and set her on your lap and rub her belly
“Twilight, thank you so much for doing this. All my life I’ve felt wrong, somehow. Like I was a failure, a flunkie, worthless. I wanted someone to care about me and you’ve given me that chance. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
>she snuggles into your lap a little, melting under the belly rub, with a luxurious smile on her face like she could stay there forever
>”No problem Anon. I understand, I felt unloved, unwanted too. To be honest, my purpose when I do this for people isn’t to experiment on them or watch them or anything. I want them, I want YOU, to be happy. So, go be happy.”

Does anyone have suggestions for my posting speed? I want to post fast enough that I can have a little buffer but I don't want to keep you hanging.

>fuck, you need insulin stat
>you start to withdraw your hand from her chest, but a purple blast of magic yanks it back
>unfortunately, it yanks your hand back a little too much and your hand ends up on her teat
>you realize that she’s getting turned on by this
>you try to free your hand, but the magic stays
“T-twilight? You moved my hand too much.”
>She just gives you a smile again, but now much more sultry
>”No, I didn’t.”
“What?”
>she sighs, and finally the magic dissipates and she props herself on your crossed leg so she can talk without feeling uncomfortable
>”You remember what I said about feeling unwanted? The truth is that I still feel that way. My friends care about me, but I always feel like the sixth wheel. Celestia cares about me, but she’s been so busy with making Equestria run smoothly that she barely pays any attention to me. I was in Canterlot recently in her reading chambers and I saw about a dozen of my reports lying sealed on the floor.”
>she starts sniffling a little as she says this
>”I just want somepony to care about me. To love me! I’m so bookish, so nerdy, I haven’t found anypony who loves me for who I am!”

>now the waterworks start coming
>you press her to your chest, making soothing noises and sshing her
>wow, you had never realized being Celestia’s student was kinda challenging sometimes
>you think briefly about the show, reflecting on it both to see if there was any way to help her find someone… that’s it!
“Hey Twilight, I think there’s something I can do.”
>”No you can’t! No one will ever care!”
>she keeps crying
>this feels a little weird, but you kiss her damp fur around her eyes to clean up the tears and to show her you care
>you peck her on the lips afterwards, not that romantically but more to show her you care
“I care about you, I love you, and I can help you find others who care about her. I love you Twilight.”
>the waterworks stop quite quickly and you move in for the kiss again, but she stops you this time
>”Anon, I’m falling for you, I really am, but I can’t fall in love with someone who exists in a different dimension from my friends, they’d be worried sick about me if they saw me missing.”

“Exactly. Is there room in that portal for two? Set it to the Everfree.”
>she just looks confused, but she sees the fire, the passion in your eyes and decides to trust you
>as the circle around you and the unicorn glows, you close your eyes before you go blind
>...
>the light you can see through your eyelids fades and you open your eyes
>you spot a cave in the Everfree in the distance.
“Perfect. Just over there, follow me.”
>she makes an “ahh” sound as if she recognizes the place but doesn’t place it
>you’re finally at your destination
“So, you can’t make your friends worry and you can’t make the princess worry that you aren’t here anymore. But if you clone yourself…”
>she finally recognizes the Mirror Pool and gasps
>”Anon, you’re a genius! Thank you!”
>she jumps into your arms -- how the hell could she do that?
”Well, we’d better do this quickly. There’s only so much time before I become a pony myself. What time is it in my world?”
>”About 2PM. Time runs differently here. About 1 hour here is 4 in your world”
>...you’re in a cave with a cloning pool in it with a talking purple pony in your arms, you aren’t that surprised, but you sense the urgency -- you have an hour and a half left before you go back to your dimension, purple unicorn or not
“So you’re sure that you want to be with someone else?”
>”I am.”
>you dip her in the Mirror Pool, making sure to not let go since you don’t want to go back with the wrong Twilight.
>you bring her back and set her on the ground, and within a minute a clone teleports out of the pool
>”Hey, where am I?”
>you and Twilight quickly explain the situation to her clone since her memories wouldn’t come to the surface of her mind for another couple hours according to Twilight
>”well, why didn’t you come here earlier? I’d be happy to help myself!”

“So, Twilight, Twilight, what will we do now? I still have another hour and fifteen minutes before I go to Earth again. I don’t want to waste it.”
>The other Twilight speaks up and says: “Well, based on the fact that you post on /mlp/ and you took this offer, you’re probably a virgin. And you’ll be a girl in less than two hours, don’t you want to experience pussy from your side at least once?”
>you think about it for all of a second and nod yes vigorously
>the real Twilight, your Twilight, casts a spell that you don’t know the purpose of until you wake up stomach up about two feet above the floor with bound hands, bound feet, a huge boner, and Twilight on top of you
>Alright, this was a little weird, but it certainly beats having rocks digging into your back
>”How long was I out for?”
>Twilight is rubbing the tip of your boner on her own clit and moaning, but she manages to say “a-about five minutes, ugh, unf, w-we have an h-ohhhhhh-r” as she drips on your groin like a leaky faucet
>she felt great on your tip, but you both want more and she knows it
>she lines up one of your heads with her mouth and the other, lower head with her mouth
>you practically melt into each other’s embrace and mash mouths, but she eventually lets go of your mouth
>no words are exchanged as your tip finally moves into her entrance
>she just gives you a sultry smile and winks at you
>then she WINKS at you in an entirely different way, holy shit

>holy shit she isn’t stopping that winking
>you manage to use your hips despite your restraints to thrust into her a few times before she casts yet another spell
>you think and you’re so fucking glad you chose to become Rarity since magic was very useful in these situations
>then you stop thinking and start feeling the pleasure
>she has a telekinetic field wrapped around herself and starts using it to pump herself on your cock so hard and so fast you wonder if you’ll be able to masturbate after this pleasure… you mentally kick yourself, that was dumb, it didn’t matter
>it must be twice as fast as your hand could move on a good day
>your foreskin would have chafed off a while ago, but she had cast a spell holding it back, which also let you feel everything more on your head
>holy shit, you had barely exited half of her wetness before she thrust herself back down on it again
>you would look down to see what the clone is doing, but you couldn’t pay any attention to anything else
>she starts squeezing around your dick for a few seconds and loses the telekinetic grip for a few seconds
>holy shit, the people on /mlp/ were right, mares CAN control every muscle in their vaginas

>and that hasn’t been more obvious than now -- she’s trying to milk you for every last drop you have
>but you somehow restrain yourself - since this was your last load ever, you want to make it count
>she looks a strange combination of relieved that you can continue and disappointed that she didn’t feel good enough
>she mostly looks pleasured, though
>you didn’t even know that ponies could make the ahegao face, but she managed to pull it off quite well
>by the time you are ready to blow, she’s clearly cum at least four times
>she seems almost frustrated now that you won’t blow but she certainly isn’t complaining
>you feel a then you feel a strange sensation around your dick
>it feels like a blowjob working against Twilight’s pussy
>unicorns be crazy yo
>as Twilight’s pussy lifts up, the phantasmic blowjob gives your head a quick lap with its soft tongue, pressing it lightly and swirling around your head
>as Twilight lifts up one final time, you feel a clenching within your body and on your dick
>she thrusts herself down with huge force and orgasms for a fifth and final time, and as she loses her telekinetic grip you thrust into her so hard you can’t believe you held out that long
>your vision grows spotted as you blow your load

>apparently all your blood was in your boner, and all your mental energy was spent on experiencing this divine sensation with every fiber of your being since you practically go blind for a minute
>you can certainly hear, though, since Twilight’s letting out a shriek of pleasure, another pony (probably her clone) was letting out guttural moans and you… you thought you heard a bear roaring outside the cave, but you realized it was you
>you finally stop cumming inside her and you see a little bit of your sperm leak out of her as you are gently levitated back to the floor
>the sperm suddenly disappears and goes inside what looks like an ice pack
>you are magically cleaned up and your clothes reapplied
>you raise your eyebrow at Twilight and she explains
>”What? That’s your last load and I want a foal eventually. I’ll use it when I’m certain I can have one.”
>you smile on the outside and the inside both and hug her
>the other Twilight has a bit of your fluids on her that fell from your lovemaking along with a lot of her own fluids on her own entrance
>the other Twilight cleans up the cum that fell on her and makes her own ice pack out of thin air -- you would be the new Genghis Khan if all that got in different ponies, and with her mischevious grin you guess that’s exactly the reason the ice pack was there
>honestly, you weren’t unhappy with that, it’d be nice to have descendants in a different universe
>the small wall clock that Twilight made (running on the time in your universe) chimes once

>Two
>you squeeze her, reflecting on how lucky you are
>Three
>The other Twilight runs over
>Four
>She gives you a brohoof
>Five
>She gives you a largish book on magic
>Six
>”This is important! Don’t forget about it.”
>Seven
>you take it in your free hand and pat Twilight’s clone, making sure to withdraw your hand before...
>Eight
>you disappear to begin your new life

>meanwhile, in yet another dimension, a lone person writing a story looks up from the keyboard
>”What am I doing with my life?”
>he reflects, shrugs, and decides it’s a good thing and goes back to writing

>Back in the first person’s dimension, another Anon gets up from the floor -- why the hell are there so many Anons in this world, anyway?
>Fuck Tom, seriously
>That asshole had seen the tab open on /mlp/ when you opened it in your computer science class
>He hadn’t told anyone yet, saying he would post it and your information all over 4chan that night
>Then he beat the shit out of you and thrown you in a secluded bathroom
>You had probably lost at least a tooth and you could feel a broken rib
>But he had threatened to tell the entire class if he saw you go to the nurse since they would tell the principal, and you weren’t going to take any chances
>there was a curtain in the bathroom - why WAS that there? - next to a window. Creepy as fuck, but this part of the school had nobody go there, so nobody got rid of the window, but now it worked in your favor
>you took the curtain down and threw it over the bloodstained floor so the janitors would see it, that way Tom wouldn’t come back and clean it up
>you then broke the wooden curtain rod about halfway down, putting it a few inches above waist height
>a makeshift cane so you could get home, perfect
>you then walked out of the fire door next to the bathroom
>luckily, no fire alarm went off as you had hoped
>you start walking to your house about a mile away
>you had made it to your house and managed to unlock the front door
>you were barely inside the front door when you collapsed
>“HI A- Oh my Celestia!”

>you woke up with a bit of a headache
>but, that was it, strangely
>had all your wounds healed?
>you hear a muted voice, not quite a whisper, from beside you
>”Hi Anon, are you all right?”
>you see … was that Twilight Sparkle? That was Twilight Sparkle.
>you react the same way any sane nor/mlp/erson would
“AAAAAHHH TALKING HORSE!”
>Twilight justs laughs a little and says “I get that a lot.”
>”Anyway, how are you? I took the liberty of fixing your wounds.”
“Uhhh, alright, but why are you here?”
>she says it was to make an offer to you
>”You can become a pony and fuck another /mlp/er, you can stay human and get your waifu, or choose neither.”
>it takes about one second of decision
”I’ll stay human. And I’d like Fluttershy.”
>”A popular choice. She’ll be at your door at 8PM tonight. Also, there may be others, since there are too many ponies to go around. Do you have second or third favorites?”
“Rarity and uh… you.”
>”Thank you, I’ll take that into consideration if there are extras.”
>Twilight makes a portal and walks into it, and you think you see a purple mane through it but you can’t exactly tell
>great, it was 4 PM
>you just pace around the room and sleep for another 3 hours and finally eat dinner in 45 minutes
>you might need energy later


>your hand was on the doorknob and you were looking out your window with the eyes of a hawk when you see a flash out of the corner of the window
>you fling the door open, and not one, not two, but three ponies sit there
>”Twilight” -- it’s probably just another person from /mlp/ -- just says that she heard there were enough to go around and trots into your house as you move out of the way
>Rarity just gives you a “Good evening, darling” and follows Twilight
>Fluttershy just sits there with her face behind her mane looking like a ball -- you didn’t think she’d seen the door open and you walk over to her and tap her shoulder
>”EEP!”
>she is startled, almost falls over, and looks you in the face - surprising, given her character
>you can see a strange look in her eyes, almost like she’s trying to disappear from the scene but can’t
>”O-oh, hello Anon.”
>How did she know your name? Maybe Twilight told her?
“Hi Fluttershy. Want to come in?”
>”S-sure.”
>She trots into your house before you can blink as if she doesn’t want to see you
“Weird...”
>you walk into your house and close the door


>Holy shit you were lucky, getting all three of your favorites
>you four just look at each other awkwardly
>Rarity eventually speaks up: “How are you, Anon? You must feel lucky to have three ponies living with you from now on.”
>that makes you remember…
“Shit, how am I going to pay the rent?”
>”I understand. You must be worried, darling. Here.”
>she then levitates a medium-sized backpack into your hands
>holy shit this is heavy, at least 20 pounds
>you open the bag and a yellow mineral stares back at you
“This… is gold. Gold.”
>T: “Equestria has way too much of it, being a small civilization with a lot of land and all. we thought we’d chip in on the living expenses. I hope this is helpful.”
>you swoop down and hug Twilight
>you’re guessing this is worth at least $300,000 -- you could buy a new house in your town for that much and have money to live on for a year
“THANK YOU!”
>T: “Glad to help?”
>she just looks confused and seems to understand when you tell her that gold is very valuable on Earth

{wip}
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>Okay, so you're a horse.
>Pony, technically, but still, a fucking horse.
>You glance up at your forehead, taking in the lime green horn protruding from it.
>It took some getting used to, but you were able to move some stuff around. Nothing too huge, just small trinkets.
>Twilight said that this female pony thing wouldn't last forever, so eventually you'd go back to being a normal human girl after the sex.
>An involuntary drop of arousal falls from you, wetting the ground beneath you.
>Truthfully, you can’t wait.
>It’s been a helluva a dry spell.
>You’d ask Twilight to turn you into a pony so that you could bump uglies with a stallion, but honestly there wasn’t really any horse that would sleep with you.
>So instead, Twilight set up this mystic time and space thing to get you laid.
>Cosmic Tinder, in a sense.
>She found a Twilight from another universe where they had an Anon, only male.
>Twilight 1 had said that neither you nor him had gotten any in a long time, so she set this up. 
>One of the grounds was that you were a horse, but honestly, it’s been so long that you couldn’t give two shits.
>Plus, no worries about birth control.
>Maybe.
>In your mind’s eye, a tall, ripped, beast of a man awaits you.
>You can already feel him thrusting into you, ravenously rutting you as you cry out, the orgasm overtaking you, and collapsing onto the ground, filled to the brim with his seed.
>Another drip.
>The light in front of you starts to shimmer, blurring like a mirage, and a figure begins to take shape.
>The shape isn’t as tall as you’d wanted, but that’s fine. He looks to be about average height.
>It’s fine, that’s fine, nothing to worry about.
>The light solidifies, and your interdimensional fuck buddy steps forward.
>He’s a teenager.
>God fucking damn it.
>A scraggly haired, fresh faced teenager.
>God.
>Fucking.
>Damn it.
>You were promised a rugged and ripped outdoorsman, damn it!
>Well, not promised.
>But still.
>”Hey.”
“Hi.”

>He’s not bad looking per se, but you know, he’s a teenager.
>”Look, I was kind of expecting someone, a little bit, you know…”
“Older? Sorry. W-We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
>Well, it’s not a crime in either Equestria, and it’s been really, really, really long since you got some.
>Fuck it. He’s probably got enough built-up hormonal shit to rut you into next week.
>”No, it’s okay. Just let me see what we’re working with, first.”
>He begins to take them off, fumbling for a moment with the buckle, before his baggy jeans drop to the floor, revealing his manhood.
>Holy fucking shit.
>It’s gargantuan. Even flaccid, you eyeball it to around 7 inches.
>It’s a column of flesh. It’s a thick, meaty rod.
>Yeah, this may have been a mistake. 
>“Sweet tap-dancing Christ. Did-did you do something to it?”
>He flushes deeply.
>”Well, I was okay before, but I asked Twilight if she knew any enlargement spells or something. She found this one that they used to use in medicine and tried it out.” 
>Twilight, always the helpful friend.
>From interdimensional Tinder to magical genital enhancement.
“What do they use it for in medicine?”
>”Well, it was used for---”
>His response is cut off as a lime green glow surrounds his penis. 
>You emulate all of your actions at once, without laying a hand or hoof on him.
>The glow softly massages his balls and he grimaces as you look on, dripping slowly but steadily onto the floor.
>”Did I say stop?”
“N-no?”
>”Damn right.”
“Well, t-they used it to enlarge lab speci--”
>After concentrating briefly, you were able to construct a tongue out of magic.
>It traces up and down his generous length, caressing every part of his thick shaft.
>Beads of pre flow as you throw more tongues into the mix, all tracing up and down his cock.
>One pauses briefly at the top, flicking the underside of the head. 
>He quivers in place, legs shaking underneath the constant assault.

“It-was-used-to-enlarge-lab-specimens-before-microscopes.”
>He stammers it out, struggling to stand, let alone regain his composure.
>You’ve toyed with him enough, might as well let him have some relief before you get yours.
>You pull up a sofa using your magic as his legs buckle, falling back into the plush leather cushions of the sofa.
>Clamboring up next to him, you get a front-row seat to the freakish mutant of a cock born from magic and teenage insecurity.
>Freakish and mutant are a little harsh, honestly.
>It’s just that when the fucking thing almost reaches past his solar plexus, it kind of stops deserving polite description. 
>It stands before you, proud and dripping with pre. 
>Lord protect your throat from the unholy terror that you’re about to receive.
>Before descending, you kiss the tip lightly, enjoying his squirming as you do so.
>Then, you open your lips and drop, trying to take in as much as you possibly can.
>You make it a little more than half of the way down before you realize how full your mouth is. 
>Everything is filled with warm, hot flesh.
>Your eyes bug out of your head as you struggle to breathe, eyes wide and watering.
>Holy fuck.
>Just move slowly, and try to hit the base of it.
>His whimpers and slight moans reach your ears, pushing you to take more.
>You strain open your mouth wider as you sink slowly, sucking down more and more of him.
>Your vision clouds with tears as you reach the finish, lips approaching the base.
>Black spots start to fill your vision as you descend further, your head spinning.
>Suddenly, he emits a groan unlike any you’ve ever heard before, and hot seed rushes into your mouth and throat.
>Holy fuckballs.
>Blast after blast of warm cum hits the inside of your mouth, the sticky solution forcing its way down your throat.
>You yank yourself off, mouth dripping with saliva and jizz.
>Tears stream out of your eyes, but inside, pride fills you, as you look at the teen, mouth agape and jaw slack.

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"You know I'm not the real Miss Harshwhinny.I can't be her."
>Of course. I don't expect you to.
"I don't know why you chose this body anyway. There were younger mares."
>You came close to being Cup Cake or Zecora. Besides, you're not old. You're beautiful.
"I don't even know what my first name is supposed to be."
>How about Myrtle?
"You are not calling me Myrtle. And I can't use my former name. You know I was a guy, right?"
>I know. It makes my penis harder.
"Great, you're one of those. Listen, just call me Whinny."
>That will work. Better than the guy who says his pony wants to be called Bob.
"I'm not even sure what you expect from me, other than sex. I don't know how I can be your wife. I... don't know..."
>Are you okay? Are you crying?
"No. Don't be silly. I'm fine."
>You are crying. What's wrong? If you have changed your mind, I sure the spell can be reversed. At least I think so.
"No. I don't want that. It's just... this is overwhelming. Yesterday I was a male human and today I'm a female pony, walking on four hooves. And a ponewife. This is what I wanted, to be like this. I am happy. I dreamed of this for years, to actually be a pony. Only now it's here and I'm.... a bit scared."
>It's obviously new to me too. How about if we just take it easy the next few days. Start slow.
"*sniff* Oh no you don't. We are going to do exactly what we both have been waiting for. I want to see what this feels like. Cuddles can come later. I'm your wife, ready and waiting. And thanks. Maybe Myrtle Harshwhinny doesn't sound that bad."
>Actually, I think Whinny will do just fine.

>Good morning.
"Good morning."
>Are you okay?
"I'm fine. Just looking at myself in the mirror. To be honest, I've been doing it for the past half hour. Every possible angle. And I think you are right. I am beautiful. This is a good body for me. When I volunteered I heard there were already two dozen Raritys. Twilight had been trying to scatter them among various small towns in Equestria."
>I wonder if the original Rarity is honored or annoyed.
"I'm not even sure if she knows. I don't know how much permission Twilight has gotten for these body copies. But I'll have it easier. Not as many people... I mean ponies will know the games inspector. If I wear something to cover the cutie mark, it can be even easier. I'm still getting used to it, but it feels a little more natural this morning. Although I can't figure out how to get dressed without your help. How do earth ponies wear clothes?"
>Many don't. You don't have to either. 
"Are you sure? Without the jacket and scarf, it won't be quite the same effect."
>I don't want a direct clone of Ms. Harshwhinny. The body is just a starting point. You wanted to be a pony and I wanted a pony wife, but I still want you to be you. You're Whinny now and I want to get to know her.
"Thanks. We were off to a good start last night. Do you... do you think I can get pregnant?"

>I would be tempted to say no, we are different species, but with magic involved and you being a former human, I don't know. I never thought to ask. Do you want to be?
"I don't know. A part of me maybe. What kind of child would it be? Human, pony or something in between. Would ponies even accept that?"
>Now don't start worrying yourself. One of the reasons I wanted us to stay here is how accepting ponies are. They don't mind minotaurs or griffons walking through town. Humans are just one more funny looking creature. Whatever happens if you can get pregnant, we'll deal with it. And we'll talk to Twilight when she has a free moment. In the meantime, why don't we go out and stretch our legs? Then we can find breakfast. It looks like a beautiful morning.
"I have been wondering what running will feel like. But I'm not dressed. Should I... yes, I will."
>Good. I'll follow and enjoy the view.
"Pervert."
>My wife is a tiny talking horse who was a guy. Pervert is a given."

"Finally! I wasn't sure I would ever convince the mayor that I wasn't the inspector."
>I'm not sure you have convinced her. She practically fell apart when she saw you. The poor woman likely still believes you are scouting Ponyville for the games. This may be a problem. We could try another town.
"That won't work. Likely ever mayor in every town big and small knows of Ms. Harshwhinny. Better to make our stand here. Perhaps I could style my mane different? I can't seem alter my voice. It might be magically locked. My cutie mark is the big giveaway."
>I like your cutie mark. It means you're my trophy wife.
"It does not!"
>You like that idea, don't you? I can tell.
"Weren't we going to get breakfast?"
>Changing the subject, but I'll allow it. I'm hungry too. Here, we'll try the bakery. Twilight gave me some bits to get started on. I suppose I'll have to find a job sometime soon. I'm sure having hands will be an advantage somewhere.
"It was an advantage last night, but I won't let you make a career out of that."
If Cup Cake was bother by the strange creature in her store, she didn't show it. "What can I get cha?"
>Two breakfast muffins and two coff... do they have that here... uh, two apple juices.
"Righteo!"

After they were served, Whinny leaned in close once Cup Cake was busy elsewhere. "That was the body I almost had?"
>It was an option. I think she's pretty.
"Oh she's nice, but a bit full figured. I think I'm lucky with what I got. How do I work these hooves?"
>Hold the muffin between your hooves, but gently. Don't squish it. You'll get the hang of it.
"I feel helpless with these things. I know other ponies do it. I suppose I would have the same problem with wings or a horn. I envy your hands."
>I envy your teeth. Ponies like extra thick grain in their muffins. I may have to stick to apples. I can give up meat, but if they don't have coffee I'm going to be very unhappy.
"I miss a cup in the morning too. But I couldn't hold a mug anyway. Do you... do you think we have made a mistake? Can we have a life like this?"
>I'd be lying if I said I didn't have doubts too. We are in a fairy tale. But yeah, we can make it. If it means anything, I think I have already fallen for you.
"It does. It means a lot. And I have feelings for you too. Yesterday I was frightened. Today I don't think I am."
>Good. I want my trophy wife to like me.
"You stop that. You are not calling me that. Well, maybe a bit when we are at home. By ourselves."
>I knew you liked it.
"Shut up!"

"Finally, we're home. This tiny little house never looked so good."
>I think it could have gone better than you blowing up and yelling at the mayor, but I think you convinced her you are not the games inspector.
"I couldn't take it any longer. She wouldn't give up."
>Why did you tell her your name was Whinny Myrtle? I thought you didn't like that suggestion.
"I didn't. I don't. It just popped into my head and I said it."
>Well, it's your official name now. Half the town heard you. Pinkie will be planning a Welcome Whinny Myrtle party.
"I am so embarrassed."
>It's okay. The whole town is full of quirky ponies. You're one of them now. You know, we missed an opportunity. We could have got the mayor to bribe you, then we could have run off with the money.
"Twilight lives here. I don't think she would be happy if we ran off with the town treasury. I'm still getting used to being a pony. I don't want to be a frog. What's that on the table? That wasn't here before."
>I don't know. Something is in it. Is that... smells like... it is! It's coffee! I'll have to boil it up the old fashioned way, but we've got coffee. But how did this get here? Do you suppose Twilight was keeping an eye on us?
"If she was watching us last night, I don't want to think about it. Otherwise I'll be embarrassed all over again."
>Wait, there's a note. Huh. Oof.
"What? What is it?"
>It's only three words. 'Yes, it's possible.'
"What's possible?"
>Remember this morning? You wondered if you can get pregnant. I think it means you can have a colt. We can have a colt.
"Oh my."
>After last night, we may have already started having a colt.
"Ohhh my!"

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That will likely be it for anon pone Whinny and her human for now, unless I get a really great idea. I wasn't planning for this to have any sequels at all. But my thanks to those that liked it.

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Twilight looked over her lists and notes of her human to pony experiments. This was spiraling out of control. Still, she could handle it. She could keep it together. The amount of data she was collecting was enormous. It would take months or years to study it all. And in spite of a few mistakes, most of the matchups were success stories. Male humans happy to be female ponies together with other male humans happy to have pony wives. The psychological aspects alone were staggering. And even though she tried to excuse it as scientific study, not spying, her magical observations of their lovemaking were incredibly erotic. It led to many clop sessions and a few fantasies of having a human for her own.

Looking back it may have been a mistake to give the humans body copies of her friends and associates, but at the start it seemed like the easiest way, rather than create a whole new pony form every time. Celestia had warned her years ago about the dangers of short cuts. Now she had several Raritys, many Fluttershys and so on. Still, Equestria was a big place and so far she scattered them about sucessfully. If a pony in Fillydelphia just happens to look exactly like one of her friends in Ponyville, that would never be a problem, right?


She had initially been very selective with the applications. Some things she couldn't do, like make a body copy of Celestia. Other things she wouldn't do, like the one odd request to use her mom as a template. She had also been filtering out requests for strange fetishes. Over time though, mostly without her being aware of it, her standards had gradually been relaxed. She now allowed humans to pick filly bodies, ignoring the implications. There were also requests for non-pony forms that she was considering. Mostly griffons. A couple of extra Gilda lookalikes wouldn't be trouble. Zebra, not a problem. A changeling? Maybe. Buffalo? That's unexpected, but possible. Dragon? She would not copy Spike. Something in her notes about a chimera? Would three humans really want to be merged together into one? She would give that further thought later.

Here was a request for a male pony body. Surprisingly there were very few of those. And several fetishes to go with it. She automatically started to toss it, but then recovered it from the reject pile. It could make an informative study, with a different aspect from her previous research. And the human was wanting this. She wouldn't be forcing it on him. Well, she would be forcing it on him, but only because he was asking her to.


With now practiced ease, she opened a portal to the other world and summoned the human. There was the initial confusion and wonderment that had become standard. Once that was out of the way, she explained herself. "I have looked over your request. And I can give you what you have asked for. But are you sure about this? Making you a young male pony is easy, but everything else you asked for, are you really sure? Once it's locked in, it will not be easily removed. There can be a big difference between wanting a fantasy and having it. If you aren't happy, you may be out of luck. My research doesn't leave me a lot of time to fine tune previous changes."

>I can't believe you chose me for this. Yes, I'm sure. I promise you. What I asked for may seem strange, but it's what I have dreamed of. 

"Okay," Twilight replied. "For your sake I hope so." First she would need a young colt form for him. Short cut time. Rumble? Too young. She could copy one of the adult stallions and age it back. Big Mac? No, not the right type. Shining... NO! Wait. Snails. That almost seemed a little cruel, but with what he wanted, not so much. Yes, it would work. The transformation was easy. She had done it so much lately, she could reshape a human into a pony with ease. But the next part she hadn't done before. Forcing desires on a subject. Even though he wanted it, she was crossing a line. Still, you don't put just one hoof in the water, you jump in. Her eyes began to glow green and dark energy crackled around her horn. For something like this, she had to call on shadow magic. It was okay. It was for science. "You are a submissive little colt," she began. "And you will stay a submissive little colt. You are quiet and meek. In many ways you feel like a filly in a colt's body and you are often compelled to crossdress. You need a male human to take care of you. You'll crave his dominance, needing his control and his discipline. His cock inside you will be the best thing you ever felt."


Twilight stopped herself. That was enough. A small part of her wanted to continue, to keep shaping this human, perhaps even add things he hadn't asked for. She had to be careful with dark magic, she reminded herself. She didn't want to end up the next Sombra or Nightmare Moon.

The now body double of Snails looked around slowly, then raised a front hoof and studied it. "It worked. Did it work? I mean, everything? Will you be able to find someone for me?"

"Oh it worked," she answered. "In some ways it might have worked too well. But you got what you wanted. As for finding you someone, are you kidding? Where is that list? Here it is. I've got a number of humans you'll be very popular with. Most want mares, but for some of them, you'll be just want they asked for.

After choosing and summoning the next human and going through all the standard bewilderment, Twilight got them established in a small house. She would find them a more permanent place later. She would check on them soon, but for now she would give them a little time to get to know each other. She wondered if she did the right thing. They seemed happy when she left. And it was for science, she reminded herself. She hadn't gone too far. It was all under control.

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>She's serious, you can see it in her eyes
>Twilight smiles up at you and raises an eyebrow.
>"Well? What do you say, Anon?"
>The internal wrestling takes all of three seconds, but feels like an age
>Taking a breath, you tell Twilight what you want
>She scrunches up her muzzle and her horn flares to life
>And, then it goes out.
>The good news is, you're still you.
>Ten fingers, ten toes, one dongle.
"So, uh, is she, er, he...?"
>Twilight twists towards the door and holds out a hoof.
>"Right through there, take a left, room number twenty-six."
"Right."
>With another steadying breath, you head off to follow her instructions.
>As you make your way down the hall, you hear a familiar, somewhat exasperated voice.
>"Oh wow, really? This is who I get turned into? No fucking taste."
>Gulping, you stop in front of room twenty-six.
>Your hand hovers over the knob, trembling, as though to open the door would be to make all of this real.
>Like some twisted version of Schrodinger's cat, the door, once opened, can never be closed.
>But, Twilight had already cast the spell
>And you heard a voice
>Her voice
>On the other side of the door.
>Steeling your nerves, you grab the knob and turn, pushing your way into the room.
>The mare waiting for you jerks back as you stumble inside, her muzzle scrunching up in surprise.
>After a moment of silence to size you up, she scoffs.
>"Oh, I guess you're the one responsible for..."
>She lifts a hoof and slides it up and down in front of her.
>"All of this?"
"Uh, yeah, that's me."
>It's incredibly awkward to think about the fact that up until two minutes ago, this was another human, most likely a male, and that he had given up his hominid shape for an equine one.
>Well, not just any shape...

>Tossing her man, the mare scowls at you.
>"Seriously though, Spitfire? Support characters are only a smidge better than background ponies."
>The former human's amber eyes seem none too pleased with her current predicament
>Frankly, you're not too pleased either.
>You'd heard that some Anons jumped at the chance to be the little mare.
>So you decide to fire right back.
"Right, I should have asked for Applejack instead."
>Spitfire's lip curls slightly.
>"What is this, 2013?"
"Implying you got on board before season four."
>There's a momentary pause before the two of you exchange smiles.
>"All right, faggot; you've got your little mare, shitty as your taste may be. Now"
>Spitfire takes an uncertain step forward, doing her best to maintain a cocky grin.
>"W-what are you going to do to her?"
>Your breath leaves you briefly as you drink her in: gold coat, wild and untamed mane, sharp eyes, and those downy soft wings.
>As if sensing your eyes, Spitfire flexes them, though she doesn't take to the air.
>Probably still a little anxious.
>Clearing your throat, you look around the room and frown.
"Do you have a, uh, suit in your size?"
>The former human gives you a strange look before her eyes light up.
>"Suit? Like, a Wonderbolt suit?"
>A giddy smile gallops across her muzzle as the idea takes root.
>"Holy shit, maybe I do! Hang on."
>The pony skitters left and right across the room, digging through various boxes before giving up a victorious cry.
>"Ha! Yes!"
>With a flourish, she pulls out a blue and yellow flight suit with her teeth.
>Spitfire grins around the fabric, making it squeak a little in protest.
>Noting your confused stare, she seems to come back to earth almost immediately.
>"I probably shouldn't be this excited about dress up, huh?"
"No, no."
>You wave her off, smiling.
"Just, glad to see that it's not all terrible."

>"Well duh."
>Spitfire rolls her eyes, trotting over to you and dropping the suit at your feet.
>"I mean, look at me; I'm actually the little mare!"
>She gives a small twirl, sending her tail flying around her middle before settling back behind her flank.
>"And besides, I have a really tight body. I could have ended up as Fluttershy or something. I mean, it's no unicorn..."
>Her voice trails off as she scrunches up her muzzle.
>After a moment, you grin.
"Okay, well let's get that on you."
>The mare rolls her eyes and laughs.
>"Right, sure. I'm not going to let you touch me until I've got this on, perv."
>Dang.
>Spitfire's so cold.
>Well, this Anon is...
>Still, you sit back and decide if you can't touch, you'll at least watch.
>Surprisingly, the former human does an excellent job of getting the suit on.
>And by excellent you mean that she manages to get her hooves in the leg holes, then awkwardly stares down at the puddle of fabric.
>After several shuffling seconds, she glances up at you and grimaces.
>"Okay, well maybe you can help a little bit."
>Score.
>Smiling, you motion for her to step out of the suit.
>After a little bit of examining, you find the zipper in the front and manage to tug it all the way down before offering it to her.
"Okay, I think the way this works is that you put your flank in first."
>Spitfire gives you a sheepish, but suspicious nod, before backing into the latex suit.
>It takes a little maneuvering, but she manages to get her hind legs into position.
>Despite your intentions to help, being this close to her, you can smell the airy scent coming off her body.
>It's a little like ozone actually, with grass and sunshine mixed in.
>Still, easing the unfamiliar mare into her uniform isn't making this situation any easier.
>Gulping, you help her forelegs into the suit as well, before affixing the mask and working her wings into their holes.

>Spitfire shuffles around, then shoots you a cocky grin.
>"Fits like a glove. Zip me up?"
>Mom's spaghetti...
"Yeah, sure."
>Taking a deep breath, you slide the zipper up her middle.
>Every inch you move, the suit seems to hug the mare's frame ever tighter.
>Making it past the barrel of her body, you pull the zipper up the last few inches, the tuft of hair on her chest tickling at your fingers as it vanishes beneath the fabric.
>Tucking the zipper into place, you give her chest a gentle pat, which Spitfire takes as her cue.
>She trots out in front of you and gives a playful wink before dropping her forelegs out in front of her and arching her hind legs back in...
>Oh damnit.
"Stop that."
>"He he, but don't you want to"
>Spitfire wiggles her flanks.
>"Come inside?"
"I'm sure you think you're real clever, and the only Anon who's thought to do that, right?"
>Rolling her eyes, the mare moves back to you and shrugs.
>"Worth a shot. But this suit is pretty tight around the haunches."
>She wiggles her bottom and then looks up at you.
>"So, I guess you want a BJ, right? I mean, it's the only part of me that's easily accessible right now, and I don't think Twilight would like us destroying her stuff..."
>Well, she does have a point.
>A blowjob would be easiest.
>But also quick.
>And kind of boring.
"Uh, I have a better idea."
>Spitfire raises an eyebrow, and then her voice as you pick her up off the ground like a dog.
>"Wh-hey! P-put me down, faggot!"
>You laugh a little, setting the squirmy mare in your lap before placing a hand on her flank.
>Immediately, Spitfire goes rigid, her breathing stopping for a long moment before she shoots an anxious glance at you out of the corner of her eye.
>"N-no really, what are you do-"
>The question dies in her throat as you slide your fingers over her labial lips again.
>Instead, she shudders and lets out a quiet whimper.

>Not too interested in giving her another chance to protest, you tug the suit up until it pulls firmly on her pony pussy.
>The already shaking Spitfire gasps as you then begin scrape your knuckles along the tender flesh so lewdly on display.
>"F-Faggot!"
>She finally whimpers in a desperate bid to get you to stop touching her.
>If anything, it redoubles your efforts, allowing you the chance to admire her pony pussy as it flexes and seems to smack hungrily against the fabric.
>The quivering mare doesn't put up another round of protest, and instead begins to gasp and pant.
>At once, you feel a rush of wetness splash against your fingers, though when you pull them away, they're still mostly dry.
>Instead, the suit seems to be wicking away most of the moisture.
>Fascinating.
>Spitfire doesn't seem to think so though, as she's splayed out across you with her tongue lolling out.
>Her flanks still wiggle lewdly in the air, begging to be touched more.
>And that's when an idea strikes you.
>A terrible idea.
>A wonderful idea.
>Gently, you begin probing her meaty marehood again, earning a plaintive whimper from Spitfire.
>"H-hey, c'mon asshole. Don't be like, like th-oh...mm..."
>Leaning forward, you whisper into her ear.
"Yeah, I'm really not interested in a quick fuck, to be honest."
>The mare manages to grunt, but little else, so you continue.
"See, what I'd really like, is a little mare all of my own."
>"Ugh, sick."
>Spitfire grunts, even as she pushes her flank back towards your hand.
>"Wh-ho would want to be your little mare? Besides, you can't keep humans as pets; it's illegal."
"Good point."
>You drag your finger up her gaping gash again, causing her to cry out.
"I guess the only solution is, to get rid of all those pesky human thoughts."
>Spitfire stiffens.

>Slowly, she turns her head and looks back at you.
>Her eyes are a mixture of amusement, betrayal, and anger.
>"You, what? Ha, what the fuck, you can't do that..."
"Maybe."
>Tugging sharply on her suit causes the already blissed out pegasus' eyes to roll back in her head for a moment.
"But, it would be interesting to see if it were possible, right?"
>"Dude, no, see I'm a hum-"
>Another tug, another gasp.
"You're a pony. A pretty pony."
>"Huma-"
>And so it begins; the great back and forth between two wills.
>Every time that the mare tries to reclaim what she gave up, you're there to drive the point home that no, she isn't a human.
>Not anymore.
>Humans don't walk around on all fours.
>Humans don't have wings.
>And so on.
>For the better part of an hour.
>Until finally.
"You're a pretty pegasus."
>"I-"
>Spitfire chokes, her tongue lolling out as you tease her yet again with another round of edging.
>"I'm a pretty pegasus pony."
"Wonderful."
>Smiling you quickly take her to orgasm, the mare whimpering in delight as she finally finds sweet release.
>After several minutes of panting, she glares at you.
>"F-fucker, when I have Twilight turn back into a pony, I'm going to beat your ass!"
>It takes a moment, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head.
>"No, I meant pony not pony. I mean, I'm a pony, not a pon-"
>A small bit of the fight leaves her eyes as she looks back at you again.
>"L-look, I don't know what you did, but stop. Okay? You can't..."
"I did."
>"Well, okay, fine. You can. But you shouldn't. I mean, I'm, I'm me. I'm not Spitfire. You can't make me be her because she's not re-eeee!"
>Her body goes rigid as you pull on her uniform again.
"You're not Spitfire."
>You admit with a smile.
"Not yet at least..."
>The former human flinches as you begin conditioning her yet again...

>
>
>
>Fifteen hours.
>Fifteen long, grueling hours. 
>The pile of pony in front of you trembles weakly, wracked by pleasure, and probably hunger and thirst as well.
>But, too weak even to move, she lies there, her suit thoroughly drenched, whimpering at you.
>To be honest, you're pretty worn out yourself.
>The Anon, whoever he was, had proven to be a tough nut to crack.
>But, he wasn't without his flaws.
>He wanted to be the little mare, he really did
>And so, you gave him the chance
>Rinsed out his mouth
>Gave him a more accurate history
>And a few other little fun things to boot.
>Now, one last chance to see if the important things took.
"Spitfire."
>The mare's ears perk up and she turns her head towards your voice.
"Who are you?"
>"I-"
>She chokes, coughs, and begins again.
>"I'm, I'm Spitfire. Captain of the Wonderbolts."
"What are you?"
>"A pegasus pony."
>She stumbles to her hooves and staggers over to you.
>Resting her head on your knee, she looks up at you with all the devotion she can muster.
>"A pretty pegasus pony. Your pretty pegasus pony..."
"Mine?"
>She bobs her head twice.
"And what about before that?"
>Scrunching up her face, Spitfire sighs.
>"I, don't really remember. Things get fuzzy. I think I was mad at you, but..."
>She looks up and frowns.
>"But I can't remember why."
>Smiling, you lean down and whisper in her ear.
"That's okay, I can't remember why we were mad either. So why don't you let go of all those pesky thoughts. Just let them drift away; they're not important anymore."
>Spitfire looks confused for a moment, but then nods her head.
>"O-Okay."
>Reaching down, you ruffle her mane.
"Good. Now let's go get something to eat, all right?"
>She brightens and grins.
>"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And then I'm going to take you home and fuck you so hard you can't fly straight."
>The mare in front of you looks so very happy as you get to your feet and lead her out of the room.
>...You hope Twilight's not going to raise too much of a fuss about this..

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"She's in here," said Twilight. "She wants to talk with you before any agreements are made. I'll leave you two alone. Take all the time you need."
>Uhhm... hello. Wow, this is amazing. You look just like... I mean... you're not the real Cup Cake, right?
"No, but Twilight told me this body is an exact copy. Voice and all. Until very recently I was as human as you. I'm still getting used to it. She also said you would be interested in me."
>Yes, I am. I'm surprised you chose Cup Cake's body, but I am very interested.
"I picked her for a reason. This isn't a glamour pony or a high flying pegasus. This is a body for a wife and mother. I'll be direct with you. If you become my husband, I want to be your brood mare."
>Brood mare?
"Yes. That is my deepest desire. I want to be pregnant, have my child and be pregnant again as soon as I can. Over and over. I want as many children as possible, a dozen or more, to raise and love and care for. Twilight believes I can mate with a human, but she isn't sure what the offspring will be. It could be humans or ponies. I might give birth to centaurs for all I know. We can't know until the first one. I'll be your pony wife. I'll cook and clean for you. I don't know how with hooves, but somehow it's possible. I'll learn. You can have sex with me as much as you want. Knock me up as much as you want. I won't mind. I'll adore you for it. But, it will also be a responsibility. They will be your children and your family. And somehow you'll have to earn the bits to provide for them. I know it's a lot to take in. I understand if it is too much. I'm sure you'll want to think about this."

>One condition. After our first dozen kids we stop and reevaluate. Other than that, your answer is yes.
"What? Are you sure? Don't you need to think about this?"
>I know it will be a lot of work. I don't accept this lightly. You said this is your deepest desire. What you just told me is beyond my wildest dreams. There is no way I'm passing you up, no matter how hard I have to work to keep you. I don't know how much formality the other humans and mares have put into this and I know it's not your actual name, but Cup Cake, will you marry me?
"I... yes! I can't believe this. Yes. I wasn't sure there would be anyone who would accept what I wanted. I'm so lucky."
>We're both lucky.

----

"You silly humans," Twilight said to herself as she magically observed their conversation. "It's not luck. I've looked long and hard to make the most compatable couples possible. And that hasn't been easy considering some of the strange desires you have. Most mares would run for the hills at the thought of a dozen kids. The real Cup Cake barely manages two. But it will be an interesting study. If you pull it off and you are both happy, it will be even more interesting.

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>I'm honored you brought me here Twilight. And surprised. Still not sure this isn't a dream. But as tempting as it is, I can't marry a pony and move to Equestria. I'd love to visit but I can't stay.
"Actually that makes you perfect. I've checked over your interests and I think you are just what I'm looking for."
>My interests? I didn't tell you my interests.
"Trust me. I know. I've been very busy lately and I have found every way possible to save time. An aura read is a lot faster than an interview. But never mind that. Just step in here. I'll let her explain what she has in mind."
>Her? Her who?
"Trust me."

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"Well, howdy there."
>Cherry Jubilee? You can't be here. You can't be her.
"I could, but you're right. I'm not. But this body is a perfect copy of hers. If you can believe it, I was as human as you. Twilight chose me and this form was my dream come true. However, I realized I didn't want to get a husband and settle down. I wanted the sex. No marriage. No strings. I was scared Twilight wouldn't understand, but to my surprise she's been very open minded about it. She finds me a 'boyfriend' for a week or two. Maybe a month. Then he goes home and I get another. That's where you come in. You're here, so that must mean you like Cherry Jubilee. Like her a lot. Well, I'm her in every way that counts. And if you are willing I can be yours for as long as you can stay."


>It seems too good to be true. Like there should be a catch somewhere.
"Oh, no catch. Just as long as you understand you're not my first and you won't be my last. And one other thing. When I said I was human that's true, but I was a male human. That doesn't even matter to me anymore as long as it doesn't freak you out. If you're willing, to put it crudely, I'm your cum dumpster. Sex me up as much as you can. I want to be used and abused."
>I'm willing. More than anything I'm willing. But I am curious. It's got to be a lot of trouble to find a human every few weeks. Why not the stallions here?
"That is a good question. And I gave it a try. You would think with horsecocks and compatable bodies they would work a lot better. The stallions here are simply not as interested in sex as you would expect. Maybe everypony goes into heat once every seven years or something. I don't know. I just know I found a lot more duds than studs. Humans however, we can be randy anytime. With a human mind and a horse pussy, I figured out I would never get satisfaction without a man. And a lot more than one."
>Why is Twilight doing all this?
"My guess is she's studying humans and this is her way of doing it. I sometimes wonder if she's watching us. Like being under a big magic microscope. But you know what? I don't care. I hope I've given her something interesting to look at. That's enough talk. You agreed. How long can you stay?"
>I would say about a week. I can't be away much longer than that.
"A week is perfect. You may think you're ready, but you haven't experienced a horny mare. A week will be about all you can take."


>Today's the day.
"Mmmm. The week went by fast. I don't suppose you have enough in you for one last quickie?"
>I think last night was my grand finale. You have worn me out.
"I told you. You held up longer than anyone. I'm going to miss you."
>Cherry, if I asked you a question, would you give me an honest answer?
"I'll try."
>When you said you didn't want a husband, was it really because you didn't want to settle down? Or was it because you were worried that no human could satisfy you? And he would exhaust himself trying?
"You're sharp. No one has figured that out before. You're right. I wanted to get married when I first arrived, but I realized it would never work."
>So if I proposed to you, you would turn me down.
"I would say it was very sweet and that I was honored, but I would say no. It could never be. I've drained you dry in a week. Two weeks you would be crippled. Three weeks you would be dead. I'm too much of a horny mare."
>Suppose I did have the stamina. Hypothetically. Would you reconsider?


"There is no point in even asking that. Okay, hypothetically, I might want to. But it can't happen."
>Humans don't have the endurance. And the stallions don't have the drive. No one can match your human desire and mare body. But what about human desire in a stallion body?
"That might could work but... oh no. You can't. You're going home."
>Going home to what? Back in the human world I'd spend every day dreaming about you and half of every night masturbating. I realized this week that what I want is here. And I'll become a pony to keep it.
"You would do this for me? Think about what you are getting into! Even if you were a stallion, I'm still almost insatiable. Do you know what you would have to do for me every day? You should go. I should go. We can't.... yes I'll marry you, you idiot!"

----

>How do I look?
"Very handsome. Braeburn was a nice choice."
>Twilight was also able to boost me a bit. To better keep my mare happy. You know, I never have learned your name.
"I never learned yours. I've been calling you darling and sugar all week. Maybe it's best. The old us gone with our old selves. Braeburn and Cherry now. I never planned on any of this. I don't know where we should go or what we should do."
>Twilight is working on where we can go. And I know what we can do.
"I'm supposed to be the horny one, remember?"
>Wanna bet?

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Octavia, or rather the anon who was using her likeness, shifted nervously as stood in her room, waiting for her "client" to come and escort her for the day to have a fling as it were. She glanced at the mirror to her left, her heart having skipped a beat as she look upon her own figure with fascination and something more, a feeling within her chest, but of what she was uncertain.

>"Oh goodness, I hope I provide an adequate time... Will I even perform to expectations? Who will choose me? Why? Twilight said that she wished to deviate from usual procedure, thus so allowing me to choose Octavia. But what did she mean by saying it was from a certain client?"

She sighed, fiddling with the bowtie attached to her neck, only for her limbs to freeze with ice as she spotted a mare approaching her with a confident smile.


"So you're the lucky mare that got to be chosen for the night. Heard from Twi that you seem pretty nervous, even though you chose Octy of all mares. Guess that means I'l be your 'Gleaning Shield". She said, closing the distance between the two of you until you were only a muzzle away from each other.

>"Yes, I did choose Octavia. I always liked how she was presented as being refined and an elegant mare, especially since she seemed to know what she was doing. Helps that my general demeanor is similar to how I usually see her. I on the other hand..." You sighed, looking at the ground beneath your hooves as thoughts of the general laziness floated through your head. You were not a bad person by any means, at least not intentionally. Lately however you have found yourself giving poor performance at a job you were hired at as of recent. It was a menial one to be sure, which especially was compounded with the ADHD PI you were saddled with at birth. Didn't help that when compared to everyone else, you seemed to have difficulties that 'normal' employees didn't seem to have. 

You took welding early on as an occupation as a means of revenue, and though you passed a class semester, your performance wasn't particularly outstanding, what with the damned hoods being so pitched black to protect against the blinding lights of fire from the 7018 rods that you used. Didn't help they sticked so much to the bloody metal all the time too.

Your thoughts drifted to a recent incident where you royally fucked up a recent part of your job repairing a patch of water pipes during maintence.
Simply put, you botched an attempt to repair a portion of pipeline you were assigned. While it didn't break the bank for the company that you worked for, the fact that the rest of the crew that you worked with were rookies who had few to any major difficulties made you feel like a complete fucktard.

Right after the job, you were informed that you had been "temporarily suspended" to be retrained in arc welding. Simply put, this was your only chance to earn your good graces with the company itself. Considering they were the only company miles around that needed a worker such as yourself, it was imperative that you didn't botch the 2nd tiem around.

You did, and found yourself shortly thereafter without any form of job in sight. Long story short, you became depressed, filled with thoughts of impending doom as the due for your apartment rent came in two weeks time. Though the revenue from your parents could hold out for a time, you did not wish to become a dependent wasteful parasite on either them or society. It didn't help that your dad was getting on in his years, with his occupation as a neurologist slowly going down the shitter as the economic prospects for doctors in general went down the drain due to various factors, be them political or otherwise.

You did NOT want to be that fucking worthless parasite.

>But that's all I am, aren't I? Am I that desparate for cash to sign up and be turned into a mare? Octavia of all beings no less? 

"-Octavia!"

You flinched as two somethings wrapped themselves around you. Jolted, a gasp left your muzzle to see that 'Gleaning Shield" was standing there, looking at you with concern.

"Hey kid, you alright? You spaced out for an actual minute there. Literally. You didn't seem to even notice even after I called your name out a couple times."

>Did what!? Oh nononono. How the fuck did I not notice? How? No. Don't you dare use her for your own self pity. Nobody likes self pity. I cannot use it. I will not.

You coughed, clearing your throat as you pinned a smile to your muzzle. Gods, an actual muzzle.

>Focus! You are here to help this mare as well. Don't forget. 

>"My apologies Ms. Shield, just got lost in thought. My mind was on other things. Just personal matters that you need not worry yourself over."


If the furrowed brows and frown on Shield was anything to go by, your attempts to sway her attention were ineffective. If anything, her only intensified.

>C'mon. Calm yourself Anon. Maybe she will drop the subject. 

"Kid, I know bullshit when I see it. I know when a person is feeling down on themselves and attempting to hide it even more. A person doesn't just become mute to the outside world to the point that you were at. I've NEVER seen anyone become like that except on journalistic documents.

>... Bloody Hell. 

You straightened your posture and stepped away from the Anon Shield pony, fixing her with a glare.

>"Perhaps Ms. Shield. But I believe that my personal matter are none of ANY your concern unless I deem it so. I apologies for being gruff and uncouth, but I honestly doubt you will care for my own problems after we are done with each other on this day and event. I am here simply because Princess Sparkle agreed to help pay for my current debts for the time being. Nothing more.


"... You are becoming awfully defensive there Octy."

>Why, I never-

"Not to mention, you have tears pouring down your eyes."

.... Shit. You did have them pouring. But why? Were you this much of a foal, no fool! A fool to leave your emotions out wide? Was it because you were a mare? Gods, why? You must not be a burden to others, you must not! Especially not to this other anon, this oh so lovely anon who-...

You squeaked. Oh gods, she's hugging you. You couldn't help but gasp as she moved your body to lay against her, cupping your head in such a way that you could not avoid her piercing eyes, with nothing short of empathy written on her face. You couldn't help but moan as one of her hooves rubbed your back. Why were you so sensitive!?

>Oh gods, why does that feel so good? No! Focus! You cannot let he-him get to you Anon! You ha-

That was when your eyes shot wide as your muzzle was ravaged by her tongue, You let out a moan as her large vessel danced inside her own, triggering some sort of pleasure receptor that you did not know existed, at least on ponies. It was short, leaving swiftly as it came. But you were already a puddle in her hooves Worse, you did not know why, but you began to feel a pang of affection for this mare who you have only met for only a span of ten minutes, and already she was manipulating you. But why? Were you this susceptible to being... No, you were not that. You were better than that, right?

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"Excuse me."
>Wow, another Cheerilee. Twilight didn't tell me she already had someone else with this body. 
"Twilight isn't here now is she?"
>No, she's checking on some others. I don't think she'll be back for a while.
"I see. Would you come with me please? I want to talk with you."
>You mean outside? What if someone sees us, two Cheerilees together?
"Don't worry. I know a private spot where we can talk and nopony will know."
----
>Slow down a little more. You must have been changed before me. I'm still getting used to these legs. Where are going anyway?
"Right here."
>Good. Finally. It's very pretty. Stream. Trees. It's beautiful. But why did you want to talk to me here? How did you even find this place?
"I found it long ago when I was a filly. I'm the real Cheerilee. You're wearing my body and I want to know why."

>Are you serious? Oh yes you are. I thought Twilight was keeping this a secret.
"She is. I had to talk to Twilight late one evening. I passed Spike. He said she was working on some research and nopony was allowed to disurb her, not even him. But I only needed to talk to her for a few minutes. Her lab door was locked but by accident she must not have completely closed it. I was curious, so I peeked in. At first I was scared it was changelings. Then I was worried Twilight was making monsters. I finally decided whatever she was doing wasn't a danger, but I couldn't figure it out. So I used an old trick of using tape to keep the door from latching. And whenever possible I have been sneaking back in. I know she's making copies of ponies. Then I watched her make one of me. Tell me. What are you? Why are you me?"
>Please, I don't mean any harm. I'm a human. We are from another dimension. Sort of like minotaurs but less bullish. Some of us don't want to be human anymore. We want to be ponies. And others do want to stay human but still want to live here with a pony mate. Twilight has been arranging all of this. I don't know why she's doing it, but I'm grateful. I was one of those she picked and I chose your body. I think you're pretty. And sweet. And have a lovely voice. Twilight is going to match me up with a human that likes the way I am now. We are going to settle somewhere far from Ponyville. You'll never see me again.

"I think I sort of understand. I suppose I should be flattered you wanted to look like me. Why do you want to become a pony?"
>Have you ever dreamed of being something different? A pegasus in the clouds or a griffon perhaps? This may be a normal world to you but to me it's magical. So inviting. A dream come true. I couldn't let this go by.
"That I understand. I had a lot of dreams when I was younger. I was going to be an actress. I was going to be a star. I was going to shake my... well, never mind. This 'human' you are going to be with. Will he be nice?"
>Supposed to be. Twilight has been filtering out any bad ones.
"You wanted to be me. Would you consider trading?"
>I don't understand.
"We trade our lives. You stay here in Ponyville as me. I pretend to be you and leave."
>Why would you want to do that?
"My life in this town is nice, but safe and dull."
>What about Big Mac?
"Also safe and dull. But it all would be new to you. And I would get to live far away with an exotic new lover. Finally the excitement I used to think my life would be."
>But I can't be a teacher. I don't know the subjects of this world.
"You think I do? I was a terrible student. It's all in the textbooks. I just repeat it. And trust me, my students are dumb. Act confident, smile and fake it. I've done it for years. Listen, I'll write you in six months. If either one of us isn't happy, we'll switch back. Nopony will know."
>How will you know my address? Oh right. Sorry. I wasn't thinking. The chance to be you in Ponyville? Yes, I'll do it!
"Wonderful. We better get back before Twilight. I mean, I better get back."
>Wait! I'm lost! You gotta show me where I live!

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“Fuuuu…”
>Femanon groaned as her eyes fluttered open
>There was a sharp and steady pain running the length of her spine
>The sensation was comparable to what one might imagine having your torso squished in a trash compactor would feel like 
>Clenching her eyes shut, Femanon contorted herself backwards and stretched out her limbs
>Exhaling deeply and rolling her shoulders, Femanon’s eyes slowly adjusted to the room’s lighting

>What lay before her was not her old apartment, but a small 10ft x 10ft bedroom
>Completely void of anything besides a small door to her left and the large queen sized bed she was laying on, her mind began to race
“Where th-?!“
>That was most certainly not her voice. It was much too… deep? 
>Looking down at herself, Femanon’s once skimpy long arms were now short hooved forelegs
>Her sharp human nose was now a chunky muzzle
>Where once there was smooth skin there is now a thick coat of red fur 
>Whirling around to see her backside, a large green apple was emblazoned on her plot 
>That trippy dream with Twilight last night is starting to feel a little more vivid
“I-I’m Big Mac…”
>A chill went down her spin 
>This is so fucking weird 
>More importantly, what the fuck find of weird faggot has she been matched with? 
>Did she get matched with another Femanon? That would be awkward. Is she going to be doing anal with some neckbeard?
>Things seemed much less risky when Twilight explained it last night
>Become pone, get a quick fuck, go home
>Being the one on the giving end hadn’t really cross her mind 

>Now laying on her back, it was about time for her to check on “the goods”
>It was strange enough looking down her chest without two blobs of flesh in the way, but the large black sac between her legs was quite frightening
“Well shit. That’s new”
>Taking a few seconds just to marvel at its grotesque form, she slowly reached a hoof down and gave it a sharp prod

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