The Hypnotic Adventures of Blank Sheet

Power outages don’t ordinarily improve a day that’s boring in the first place. Once in a while, though, they’re unexpectedly interesting. This is particularly true when they herald the appearance of perhaps the most interesting—in both the positive and negative senses of the word—entity imaginable. Needless to say, going from staring blankly at a computer screen to staring dumbly at Discord, god of chaos, is a huge change to one’s plans for the day—particularly when he’s as bored as you.

I’d been annoyed when the lights died and I heard my PC’s fan spin down. “The fuck now? Can’t you just work, you piece of—”

Suddenly realizing something was tapping at my head changed my focus in a hurry. Looking up to see Discord, a fictional character (I’d thought) floating overhead sent me recoiling backward, cursing further.

“The shit? Wha? What the fu—” Discord’s laughter and claw over my mouth cut off my profanity, but my eyes were still wide as saucers. He was touching me! He was REAL!

“Now, now, I’m quite certain this is indeed a momentous occasion for anyone living in such a boring world as this one. Sure, there’s chaos, but it’s all just violence! No magic, no real unpredictability—no FUN! How can you STAND it?”

Stunned out of my mind, it took me several seconds to even try to reply. I guess by then, though, Discord had decided he’d waited long enough, and moved on without me. Or with me, maybe—he’d sat me up, wrapped an arm around my shoulder, and was gesturing at some vision or something only he could see.

“My boy, you can’t! You can’t stand this boring, bland, blasé existence any longer, and I am here to fix that!”

“Wh—how?”

“Why, I’m glad you asked! I’d have told you whether you did or not, but still, I’m glad you asked! I was getting rather concerned that you weren’t capable of words after your little shock. So, I’ll tell you. You, I am going to send straight to Ponyville! As a stallion, naturally—sure, sure, seeing a human in their world would cause more than the usual amount of chaos, but it wouldn’t be very GOOD chaos. They’d know what was going on, more or less, and where’s the fun in that?

“No, you’re going as a stallion, and with a very special gift from yours truly: the power to do anything you like with those funny little Equestrian minds! One little tap on the noggin, and anyone you like is at your disposal! They’ll do what they’re told, believe what they’re told—the world is your oyster, my boy! Not this one, this one’s more like a spoiled prawn. Equestria! Ta-ta! Au revoir! Arrivederci!”

As suddenly as Discord had appeared, the floor under me vanished, and I was falling—through a sky that never should have been there. As I panicked, I saw Discord’s head poke through the hole in the air from which I’d come, with one last warning:

“Oh! Nearly forgot! How silly of me! You can only control them for a day!” He popped out of existence, appearing beside me. He was in free fall as well, but certainly much calmer about it than I. “One last thing: a favor for me. Cause some chaos, would you?”

With a grin, Discord pulled an umbrella from nowhere, stuffed the handle in my mouth, and vanished completely, leaving me to float slowly to the ground as I became the pony he’d promised I’d be.

Floating to the ground holding an umbrella in your teeth is unnerving enough. Looking down as you do, and seeing that landing in Everfree Forest is an inevitability only adds to the anxiety. By the time I reached the canopy, “nervous wreck” would’ve been an apt, if understated description for my state of mind. I took more relief than I care to admit in that stray gust of wind that pushed me into a tiny clearing—a clearing with a small, strangely adorned wooden hut.

I’d no sooner set down than a blue-eyed zebra stepped out of the hut, an empty basket held in her mouth. Zecora. Blinking in surprise, she set down the basket and walked over. My heart was still pounding in my chest and, well, I was a pony suddenly, damnit! She couldn’t have failed to notice my clueless condition if she tried.

“What, may I ask, has you in this state of dismay? It must be no small thing, to come all this way.”

Right. Rhyming. Of course. My mind raced trying to come up with something, anything plausible. “I… well, I, uh…” Okay, so I was going to need a little more time to come to terms with this whole situation. Luckily, Zecora assumed I needed help.

“It seems to me that your tongue is tied. Come into my hut; calm down inside.” Picking up her empty basket again, she turned to head back into her hut, obviously expecting me to follow.

I had just enough presence of mind to be grateful that she wasn’t asking more questions. Well… alright, I had just a bit more presence of mind than that: to my surprise, I also noticed that her hindquarters were a lot more “interesting” than I’d expected. Despite everything I’d just been through, I was already starting to get stiff! Had Discord altered my mind, as well as my body? I didn’t have any more time to think than that. Zecora was holding open the door of her hut, and jerked her head to indicate I should quit standing around.

Forcing myself out of my reverie, I followed her inside. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I noticed jars, vines, and bizarre fetishes everywhere. It was finally starting to sink in. Discord really had turned me into a pony, and he really had dropped me right into Equestria. Was everything he said true? Did he really give me powers? I realized I was staring at the room around me, and tried to recover myself as quickly as possible.

“Uh, s-sorry to intrude. I just, um…” Eloquent as always.

Zecora smiled reassuringly as she closed the door behind her and walked over. “At last, it seems your words are free. So, what is wrong, if you’d tell me?”

My mind flashed back to the image of Zecora’s tail swaying as she walked away from me just a moment ago. My sliver of arousal hadn’t diminished, and the memory only egged it on. The power Discord had given me could give me that. It could give me more! Before my conscience could kick in (or my fear of reprisal should Discord be lying), a hoof was up and bound for Zecora’s head.

Zecora blinked in surprise, and started to pull her head away, saying “And just what do you—” That was as far as she got. The breath for the rest of the sentence passed her lips as nothing more than a sigh, and her eyelids drooped as her gaze went unfocused. Holy. Shit.

My growing erection shot up in no time and my heartbeat, which had only just begun to slow, raced upward with it. I hurriedly moved around behind the spaced-out zebra, breathing raggedly from excitement. Hell, I had my forelegs up and was ready to go! At the last second though, it hit me. This would be wasting it. There was SO much more open to me now! Reluctantly, I forced my brain back into command, and lowered myself, walking back around in front of Zecora.

“Zecora, do you know how to make sex potions? One that would hugely increase my stamina, my fertility, and, uh… my output?” No harm aiming high, right? I had to go to a bit of effort to understand her response. The slurred speech of her trance made the rhyming a bit of a nuisance.

“I can ready such a brew, but there is a trouble or two. If the mix does more than keep you erect, there are awful side effects. A single taste of your seed would fill any mare with need.”

I blinked—this was better than I could’ve hoped for! “How long would the potion last?” Again, the mumbling was hard to make out. How was she even rhyming in a trance like this?

“The side effects? A day or two. But eternal is the effect on you.”

I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest, I was so excited. I’m sure the grin on my face must have been evil. “Make it.”

Without so much as a nod, Zecora set to work gathering various ingredients and tossing them into the cauldron in her hut. I tried not to look. No matter how much I anticipated that concoction, knowing just what I was about to drink was absolutely on my “do not want” list.

I had all the patience a kid made to wait for a present. Zecora took maybe half an hour, but I could’ve sworn days were passing. At last, she walked over with a corked bottle and set it in front of me. I grabbed it, but had one last afterthought. “Get rid of any extra where you won’t know what you’ve made, and forget you made it.”

In silence, Zecora moved to follow her orders. I moved to swallow the still-warm potion. The taste nearly gagged me, but I kept it down. No way was a drop of this going to waste. Waiting for Zecora to return from disposing of the excess was torture, but I consoled myself with the idea that I was letting the potion take effect. It certainly did—I was hard before, but now? I needed to fuck somepony, and quick.

Zecora returned just as I was about to give up and look elsewhere. I could barely contain myself long enough for one last bit of mischief before I mounted the blank-minded zebra. “Zecora, you’re super-sensitive sexually. The slightest stimulation, and you’re over the top. Understand?”

Zecora’s blue eyes bobbed as she nodded that she did in fact understand. “Wake up on my third thrust.” I moved behind Zecora again, but this time there would be no reprieve. I slid my full length into her, and trance or no trance, she shuddered and gasped. One, two, three…

“Aaaah! W-what is this that makes me shout?! Somepony’s moving in and ah! Out!”

Really, her ability to keep rhyming was nothing short of incredible. The feeling of her insides was no less so. She’d gotten wet in an instant, and though I’m sure she wasn’t trying, she was pushing back in perfect rhythm. Each thrust was a little rougher than the last, and each of her moans was a bit less controlled. She’d very obviously climaxed several times before I let loose. Her tongue hung from the side of her mouth, her pretty blue eyes were rolled well back, and the fluid from her sex was beginning to actually puddle.

At last, it was my turn. With one last thrust, I let loose, pumping load after load into Zecora until it began running out. She finally fell forward, and without her for balance, I slipped out well before I was done squirting. I almost had time, despite the orgasmic haze, to worry about just how much I was shooting, but finally it stopped, and I collapsed, looking at my handiwork.

Zecora was an absolute mess, coated almost nose to tail in cum. She wouldn’t be complaining for a while, though. When I’d started unloading in her, she’d shuddered harder than before, clamping down on my stallionhood so hard it had almost hurt. That last orgasm had done the pretty zebra in. She lay in seed, eyes unfocused, muttering in rhyme.

“Fffuck… suck… cock… sssock. Cum… dumb…”

I took my time recovering, and cleaned myself off with a bit of her mane that had escaped coating. Another look down at Zecora in this state, and I swear I could feel my moral fiber, whatever of it there was, rip.

“That’s a good zebra whore. Enjoy yourself. I've got some friends to collect."