Equestra-Sexuality

Chapter 6: Welcome to the Herd

"Hey, can't you tell the difference between milk and alcohol, Pinkie?" Phil heard a blurry voice echoed throughout his mind.

"We wanted to give him milk?" Pinkie Pie's voice asked.

"Get it together, Pinkie!” a familiar tomboyish voice replied, “Princess Celestia said-"

"Ooh, look! He's waking up!"

Phil groaned as he felt his gut pound against his small belly. His eyes gave him images of a body while his ears gave him blurred and echoing voices.

“Why am I being knocked out so much?” he muttered to himself, hearing the train’s sound of going across the tracks.

“Alright…” Twilight’s voice said as she walked into the train car, “I took out all the alcohol in his body. He’ll be fine really soon.”

“Alcohol?” Phil asked a bit sluggishly, “What are you trying to do, kill me?”

“Too much of alcohol can kill you, not a drop!” Pinkie Pie said, “Seems like your itty bitty body couldn’t handle it!”

Phil suddenly then realized that he was in the body of a foal colt. He twisted and turned in the arms of Fluttershy. The yellow pegasus watched him carefully, seeing him inspect his own body.

“Careful now, you don’t want to get hurt!” Fluttershy said.

Phil squirmed for a bit then his body relaxed. With a sigh he brought his right hoof up and stared at it.

“Is... this real life?” he asked.

“I think it’s affecting his brain,” Twilight said, with her hoof to her chin.

Phil clopped his hooves together, making a nice clapping sound. “Huh…” he said, “So that’s how it feels like.”

“Feels like what?” Fluttershy asked sweetly, lighting patting Phil’s mane.

       “Oh, nothing,” Phil said, feeling relaxed as Fluttershy’s hoof stroked him. He sighed in comfort and cuddled on Fluttershy’s lap.

Twilight kept her mouth shut and didn’t say a word. She didn’t want to disturb him at all. Her mind then suddenly went to the mysterious package given by Princess Celestia. Twilight looked beneath the seats and used her magic to get the wrapped object. Twilight held it in her hooves, inspecting it. ”I wonder what’s in it…” she thought to herself, sitting down on a seat.

Phil slowly closed his eyes, comforted by Fluttershy and the rails of the train. But due to his new body, he overheard a conversation about him with his gigantic ears.

       “What do you think of him, Applejack?” Rainbow Dash’s voice whispered faintly.

        “Phil?” Applejack’s soft voice replied back.

       “Yeah.”

        “What about him?”

       “Don’t you think he’s a bit… weird?”

       “What do you mean by that, Rainbow?” Applejack asked with a stern tone, “You haven’t even talked with him yet.”

Rainbow Dash was silent for a few seconds before replying back. “Yeah… You’re right…”

“And how can you ever think of that?” Rarity’s voice chimed in, “Just look at him!”

At moment, Phil felt many pair of eyeballs stare at him, making him tense up and uncomfortable. He shuddered, going side to side. But he knew what Rainbow Dash was saying of how he was weird. He was always different from the rest. As long as he could remember, they could see himself as alone and an outcast. Phil sighed again, rubbing his face.

“Then again, this is a chance for me to start anew.” he thought. “But then again…”

“Isn’t he just the cutest thing?” Rarity commented towards Rainbow Dash and Applejack..

Phil squirmed to his back with his hooves up and sighed. “Damn, this has got to be more than true. I mean, I’m here! Equestria! I hope this isn’t all a dream… he thought, taking a deep breath, ”I wish there is actually a way knowing that I’m here…” Phil opened his eyes, finding himself look into Fluttershy’s.

Fluttershy giggled, “Trying to sleep?”

Phil found himself blushing, staring up her enormous knockers that laid before him. “Uh, well, yeah, but I can’t sleep,” he replied.

All of the sudden, a black image streaked by his vision. It was momentary, leaving his head craned to the side to look.

“Hey, did you see that?” he asked, almost falling out of Fluttershy’s lap. Luckily, the pegasus held onto him.

“S-See what?” Fluttershy gasped, scared of him hitting his head again.

“T-That thing!!” Phil replied, pointing his hoof at the door, “It was just there!!”

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t anything much,” Fluttershy said, bringing Phil close to her chest.

“Uh, maybe,” he replied, moving his airway away from Fluttershy’s breasts. He then looked down at the ground. “Can I walk around a bit?” he asked.

Fluttershy had an uneasy face, a bit unsure what to do. Slowly, she reluctantly placed Phil on the ground. “J-Just don’t get out of sight, please,” Fluttershy said with a worried tone.

Phil softly chuckled.

“I know how to take care of myself, Fluttershy,” Phil replied, taking a step. But with four legs, he tripped over them. In one quick movement, his face met the warm and loving ground. With his face on the floor, Phil grunted and got onto his short stubby hooves. “Wow, this is much harder than I thought.”

Even though he walked perfectly fine at the castle, Phil found the need to concentrate on his leg movements. With his tongue out, Phil stumbled towards the door.

“Pinkie Pie?” Fluttershy whispered towards the pinky pony.

“Yeah?”

“Can you watch Phil?” she asked anxiously, “But don't let him know.”

Pinkie Pie slauted and winked, “No worries, Fluttershy, I won’t let you down!!”

Phil’s body was slowly getting out of sight, his hooves stumbling on the ground. All that was on his mind was synchronizing his legs. Suddenly, Phil’s face scrunched onto a door. It creaked open, leaving him to rub his face. He grimaced and massaged his face.

“Enngh,” he said, a bit dazed. He blinked a few times before hearing the sound of a creaking rocking chair. The sound was at a balanced pace, the old wood was moving back and forth. Phil became more curious and wandered into a room. A gigantic room much bigger than a train car laid in front of Phil, rattling his tiny mind. He stepped out of the room and looked beside it. It was nothing.

“It’s bigger on the inside…” Phil said to himself. He looked back into the pitch black room, hearing the rocking chair once again. Phil took a deep breath and walked into the void. As he did, Pinkie Pie’s head popped out and looked around for the little foal.

“Huh?” she said, “Where did he go?”

Phil’s trotted deeper into the darkness and found a old wooden rocking chair go back and forth.

“Hello?” he asked.

Phil slowly walked up to the chair and saw a cloaked black figure sitting in it. Bone white fingers gripped the armrest and the black hood was tainted and ragged.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" the cloaked figure said, leaning back in the chair.

Phil was lost for words. He watched the dark figure slowly turn towards him and both of them looked at each other for a second.

“ ‘Sup?” the dark voice said.

"Y-Y-Yo-You're..." Phil began.

        "Yes," the cloaked figure replied, "It is I!"

        "Bubba?"

        "Ah, you remembered!" Bubba said cheerfully. It was very odd coming from such a dead figure. Bubba's skeletal fingers whipped up a cigarette and began to smoke it. From his void face, great white clouds of nicotine and hidden toxins erupted. After a few puffs, Bubba looked down at Phil, who was now dumbfounded.

"Want one?" the grim reaper asked, holding a death stick in his bony fingers.

        Phil shook his head.

        "Anyway... Phil... " Bubba said between puffs, "How's this new life treating you?"

        “I-It’s going good.” Phil replied, stuttering between words.

        “Fabulous.” Bubba replied with a flamboyant tone, “Now, you’re going to bitch, right?”

        “What?”

        “I said, ‘you’re going to bitch’, right?”

        “I don’t follow.”

        “In less than thirty seconds you’ll be a complete bitch that’s on her period.” Bubba said, looking at his bone-white wrist.

        “How do you know?”

        “Do you like what I did with your body, sport?” Bubba asked, “How does it feel like to be a hormonal male teenager trapped in such a young body?”

        “Y-You did this on purpose?!” Phil exclaimed, feeling his young squeaky voice rise.

        “Ah, easy, cut it, slick,” Bubba said, wincing at the pressure of Phil’s young voice.

        “W-Why would you do this to me?!” Phil asked.

        “Well, the question is,” Bubba said, lighting up two more cigarettes, “why not?” He placed the sticks near his voided face and took a puff. “It’s fun, really.” With that said, he opened up a newspaper.

        “Don’t you know how it feels like to be in my shoes?!” Phil asked.

        “Actually, yeah,” Bubba said, sighing the smoke out, “I do.” He then looked towards Phil and looked at his hooves. “Also, you don’t have shoes.”

        “It’s a figure of speech, Bubba-asswipe.”

        “Whoa, unchecked aggression, little guy!” Bubba said, “You know, are you still going to be foal-ish?”

        “Why you do this?”

        “Is he still going to be like this?” Bubba asked out of the blue, looking beside him.

        Another incarnation of Bubba sat on the ground, reading a newspaper.

        “Yeah,” the incarnation said nonchalantly, “Can I bum a cig?”

        Bubba simply handed his double a few cigarettes and looked towards Phil.

“You don’t have to be like this, kid,” Bubba said, sitting back in his chair, “Let’s make a deal.”

“What do you mean by deal?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bubba looked beside his double and there was a triple.

“Is he still going to be like this?” Bubba asked to his triple doppelganger.

The third one nodded, seeming to hold a PlayPony magazine. “Yeah, still a whining bitch.” The magazine had a very busty yellow mare bending over with bedroom eyes.

“Where are you coming from?!” Phil asked.

“Simple,” Bubba said, beginning to open up a newspaper, “That’s me in a minute,” he said, pointing at the newspaper reading Bubba. “And that’s me in a minute and a few seconds,” he said, pointing at the PlayPony Bubba.

“You’re going to read PlayPony?” Phil asked.

“Hmm…” Bubba said, scratching his head, “You’re right!! I should give it a look!”

With a snap of his fingers, a cover with a yellow mare popped up. He opened to the first page, making Phil very curious what he was looking at.

“Say…” Bubba said, scratching his chin, “I really like this stuff.”

“Can I see?” Phil asked, trying to sneak a peek.

Bubba closed the magazine before Phil could even glance a look.

“Sorry squirt,” Bubba said, “you’re still too young to see this stuff!”

“Son of a-”

“Now, don’t cry,” Bubba said, rustling Phil’s mane with his skeleton hand.

Phil shuddered and went into a fetal position, feeling the icy touch from Death himself. His face had terror and shock from the touch, but Bubba didn’t seem to notice.

“There’s a reason I’m doing this you know,” Bubba said, patting Phil’s head.

“What kind of sick reason is that?”

“Well, life has a plan!” the cloaked reaper said brightly, taking a quick puff of a cigarette.

“What kind of fucked up plans?”

“Hey, it’s life, like I have control over it.”

Phil gave Bubba a unbelieved look with his mouth gaped wide open.

“Run along now,” Bubba said, shooing Phil away, “You’re almost in Ponyville.”

Phil puffed his cheeks and stormed off, exiting out the room that was bigger on the inside.

“Nice, nice, real/ nice,” Bubba said, stroking his chin. He looked down at the magazine cover and admired it. The yellow mare’s groin area caught his full attention. “Maybe I should give him a vagina. Or shouldn’t I? But wait, why not?” he asked himself.

Bubba chuckled to himself, but it turned into loud maniacal laughter.

“Oh-ho!!” he exclaimed, “I’m an asshole!”

“Excuse me, sir,” Pinkie Pie said, standing beside Bubba, “Have you seen a little foal?” she asked, “About this small?” she said, using the space between her hands to give Bubba a proper measure of Phil.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

Phil trotted on, scoffing at the conversation he had with the Grim Reaper.

“He thinks he can do anything just because he can,” Phil said, muttering to himself, “Deal, schmeals, like he can-”

“Phil?” Twilight’s voice called out, “Where are you?”

“Down here,” he replied.

Twilight was soon seen walking around the corner. She crouched down low to Phil and began to talk.

“We’re almost nearing Ponyville right now,” she said, “Now, is there anything that you like to do?”

Phil found himself put on the spot with such a question.

“Well…” he said, thinking hard, “Uh, well…”

All of the sudden, a loud bang was heard. Pinkie Pie flew from the back with a smoky black trail behind her and skidded next to Phil and Twilight’s hooves. The little foal and unicorn stared at Pinkie Pie, who put out a small spark in her fluffy pink mane. There were scorch marks everywhere with ash covering her body.

“Hey guys!” she said, dusting herself off, “There was just a weird thing wearing black that gave me something!”

“What weird thing?” Twilight asked, looking across the train car hall.

“Gave you what?” Phil asked.

“I don’t know!” Pinkie Pie said, holding a green stone in her hands, “But it seemed like he really wanted it back.”

“Isn’t that stealing?” Twilight asked.

“Well, he wanted to give it to me, but didn’t want to at the same time!” Pinkie Pie explained, “He said to me, ‘It’ll make me more than happy to see you with this.’,” she continued on. “So, I did what he told me to do.”

“Interesting…” Phil said, gazing into the mystical orb.

“Then I’ll keep a hold on it.” Twilight said, using her magic to take the green stone.

“Okay! Cause I got five more!” Pinkie Pie said, holding out more orbs.

“Where did you get those?!” Twilight exclaimed, looking at the five more identical objects.

“That weird thing, Twilight,” Pinkie Pie replied, “He was pretty nice too.”

“Didn’t he say he wanted you to keep it?”

“Yep!”

The train suddenly halted to a stop, giving a small jerk of momentum.

“I just need to grab my stuff real quick,” Twilight said, walking away with the orb, “Pinkie, take Phil out and keep an eye on him.”

“Okie dokie lokie!” she replied.

“Why do I always have to be watched?” Phil asked.

“Why not?” Pinkie Pie replied.

“I-I’m not going to argue with that.”

Pinkie Pie hopped out the train cart with Phil in her arms, making it quite dizzy for him. With each bounce, a little classic “poing” was heard. The little colt felt the relaxing breeze of Ponyville and felt himself becoming sleepy.

“Goddammit,” Phil said to himself, “Why do I always feel tired?”

Within seconds, he was knocked out into a deep sleep. He snored heavily with his mouth wide open. Drool dripped drops onto Pinkie’s chest, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Aw, he’s sleeping again!” she cooed.

Rainbow Dash made a disgruntled face. She saw the sticky salvia slather everywhere and put a thumb underneath her chin.

“So, what next?” she asked as Twilight stepped out of the train.

“It’s around 4 o’ clock,” Rarity said, looking at her wrist. Her face brightened up. “Tea anypony?”

“I’ll just stick to some cider,” Applejack said, “Tea makes me, uh, a bit,” She paused for a moment. “I’ll just have cider.”

“Girls, I know this sounds a bit selfish,” Fluttershy said quietly, pressing her fingers together, “But is it fine with all of you if-”

“Is there anything wrong with good old fashion tea?” Rarity asked towards Applejack as if she made a offensive comment.

“No, not at all, Rarity!” Applejack replied, “It’s just that tea isn’t my thing.”

“What about apple tea?” Pinkie Pie suggested.

“Girls, I-” Fluttershy began, but was cut off.

“Isn’t there ‘everything-flavored’ tea everywhere nowadays?” Rainbow Dash said out of the blue.

“That’s quite possible,” Twilight said, jumping into the conversation, “It’s actually a possibility to make artificial flavors. It’s a simple process of…”

Phil opened an eye and could hear multiple mouths going off at once. He slowly opened both of them and looked clearly annoyed. He gave a scowl and looked up towards Pinkie Pie.

“It’s too loud,” he said softly.

“You think there’s bubblegum tea?” Pinkie Pie asked, “And, ooh! ‘Bubble Tea’! That sounds catchy!”

Phil sighed. “I want to sleep.”

He suddenly felt himself nabbed out of Pinkie Pie’s arms and into Fluttershy’s loving embrace. “Hush now, quiet now,” she whispered sweetly. Phil felt his surrounds quiet down and closed his eyes.

“Much better…”

Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack conversed their conversation on the wonders of artificial flavoring, not knowing that Fluttershy was taking Phil away.

“You’ll need a nice and quiet place to sleep, lil’ guy,” Fluttershy said with a soft voice, “And I know just the place!” Walking away from her friends, they were still chattering.

“So you’re telling me you get only small parts of the flavor and put other flavors with flavors to make a flavor?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Flav-Sception!” Pinkie Pie added in.

Twilight cringed at that well-made pun and pinched the bridge of her muzzle. “I’m going to stop talking for a little bit.”

“Flavorful!” Rainbow Dash said with a grin.

“I’ll be at the library,” Twilight said, walking away from the train station, “I just need to clear my mind.”

“See ya’ later then!” Applejack said with a small wave.

“I must say, those puns were ghastly,” Rarity said with a disappointed look.

“Did it evolve to a Haunter?” Pinkie Pie said out of the blue.

“What are you saying?” Rarity asked, giving a puzzled look.

“If we can trade, then it’ll become a Gengar!”

“I don’t follow,” Rarity replied.

“Yeah, what are you saying?” Rainbow Dash said with crossed arms, “You’re not even making sense.”

“Oh you little filly,” Pinkie Pie said, sticking her tongue out, “Don’t you know-” She stopped for a moment, looking down at her arms.

“Where’s Philly?” she shrieked.

“Who?” Applejack asked, jumping up from Pinkie’s sudden burst of energy.

“Me?” Rainbow Dash asked, pointing to herself, “You just called me a filly.”

“Gaaahhhh!!” Pinkie Pie screamed, “He’s my responsibility!!”

Twilight opened the door to her library and stepped inside. Taking out the small parcel from Princess Celestia, Twilight wondered what was inside. Was it an ancient rune? A blessed object? Was it a piece to a lost puzzle?

Intrigued by her imagination in what the sun princess could give her, Twilight greedily opened the package. However, upon so, her face lit up in disappointment. Twilight held up a brand new copy of “PlayPony for Mares” with a bold picture of a muscular stallion on the front page. The caramel brown stallion wore tight boxers with an enormous bulge and was teasingly “taking them off”. The unicorn gave a surprised look and lifted the magazine up. Underneath, it sat a spanky brand new “PlayPony”, untouched and seemed to be fresh off the press. A picture of a white vanilla mare was bent over in lingerie, with a hoof in her mouth. Twilight snorted, wondering if this was all a cruel joke.

Twilight blushed at the bulge of the stallion and then to the white smacking rump of the mare. Why would Princess Celestia give here these anyway? Twilight looked deeper into the parcel and found a note.

Twilight~

        I hope you enjoy this fantastic material that I got for you! You really need to ease your studies and get more kinky.

                                                        Princess Celestia

“Get more kinky?” Twilight thought, staring at the note from the princess. Another note card was under it and Twilight read it.

Oh, one more thing.

        Beneath the magazines is a novel that I know you’ll enjoy. I know you love reading and I hope it’ll open your mind of new knowledge!!

                                                        Princess Celestia

“A novel! That’s more like it!! Twilight exclaimed with joy, throwing the magazines to the side. The magazines bent in such a way that the white mare now had a large johnson in tight boxers. Twilight giggled and patted the crisp clean leather cover of the book.

“It’s beautiful!” she said, kissing the blank cover. She took in a deep breath of the new smell and sighed. “Now this is what I call real reading!!”

Unknowing to her, a small slip of paper from the book slipped out near the bottom of a waste basket. Upon the note, it read:

Twilight, are you reading this?

                Are you? Good. If you’re deep within the novel, be sure that no one is around you. I gave Luna this book and she became wild~. Took almost four of my guards to calm her down!! Just be careful and take care.

                                                        Princess Celest.

“Now to get reading!” Twilight said, rubbing her hands. She swept the excess paper off a table and drifted all around the wastebasket.

“Shoot,” Twilight said, looking down at the pile. Using her magic, she crumpled up all the paper together and stuffed it inside the basket. “Now,” she said, opening her book, “Where was I?”