Haircut Pony’s Hard Adventure
By NotProud
My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic and all non-original characters are owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust. No copyright infringement is intended. If you paid money to read this, please report whomever you paid to the law enforcement of your country!
Visiting Ponyville as part of Photo Finish’s entourage always promised to be an interesting time. Athena, a rose earth pony with stylishly angled pink and magenta mane, knew that despite the town’s boring backwater exterior, it held a whole heap of surprises. Even if it was just finding out that Equestria’s best model had no intention to ever be a model, something fun or different was sure to come up while they were there.
“Go!” Photo Finish had told them all, “I must consult vith Miz Rarity.” That meant at least an hour or two for all of them to fuck off and do whatever they felt like. The triplets, Pretty Vision, Stella, and Soigne Folio, talked about getting pizza and hollering at stallions. Most of the males out here in the sticks were farm workers, after all, and that made for severely toned flanks. Also, Ponyvillers tended not to wear lots of clothing like they did in Canterlot and Manehattan, so there were plenty of those toned flanks around to gawk at.
“Getting food sounds good,” said Roxie, who did wardrobe and always wore gaudy saddles. Despite her overly made-up image, she was a very perky sort and doubtlessly was Athena’s best friend in the entourage. “You wanna do that?”
“Nnnn,” Athena said, frowning. “I can’t really, like, stand hanging around those three away from Miss Finish. They get so... bitchy.”
Roxie rolled her eyes. “I know whatcha mean, sister. I know whatcha mean.”
Athena looked up at the sky, which was blue and clear. “I know this is gonna sound weird and junk, but I’m feeling, like... Cooped up. I think I’m gonna take a walk.”
Roxie gave her a frown, then looked to the third member of their little party, the Asian makeup pony Powder Rouge, who just shrugged. She tended not to talk a lot.
“Well,” said Roxie, “suit yourself. I’m starving. C’mon, Powder, let’s go get a pie or something. I hear they’ve got really great apple pies out here. Like, Wonderbolt-tier pies!”
Athena snickered as she watched them walk off. “Don’t eat too much, it’ll go right to your giant ass!”
Roxie turned and stuck out her tongue, slapping her flank, then turned back around and walked away, laughing.
As Athena’s own laughter died down, she frowned at herself.
“Well great, dummy, now you’re all alone and stuck in hicktown for the afternoon. What in the hay are you gonna do now?”
She trotted off in no particular direction. The dirt road was dusty and it muffled the sound of her hoofsteps. All she could think about was how awful her mane was going to look after they left Ponyville. Thankfully, being a professional stylist, it wouldn’t take her very long to fix any damage. It was just a question of actually having the time to do anything, what with Photo Finish’s busy schedule. It had taken her boss two months to actually get the time to come out here and do whatever it was she was supposed to be doing, after all.
Athena found that she had wandered into the market place, which was rather quiet due to the heat of the day. Her white stylist’s coat reflected a lot of the sun’s rays, which meant she could take the heat a bit better than anypony else. Still, the lettuce was looking wilted, and the hoof-crafted pots and baskets didn’t really interest her at all. She bought a pair of apples from a rough farm pony and ate them as she headed down the main street toward what looked like a promising and picturesque park area.
As she was just about to leave Ponyville’s tiny downtown, Athena found her eye drawn to the very last stall on her right. More specifically, she was drawn to its proprietor: a zebra mare. Despite having grown up in cosmopolitan Manehattan, she was unused to seeing zebras. The ones who lived in Equestria were either diplomats living in Canterlot, or...
Whatever this one was.
“Hello, my friend,” said the zebra, her voice thick with an exotic accent, “and please come closer. You’ll find that I am not a poser.”
Athena realized that she had been standing there, biting her lip and staring. Heat rose in her cheeks and she trotted over to the booth.
“Like, hi,” she said. “I really dig your mane!”
The zebra only smiled.
Athena felt suddenly bashful. “Sorry for staring, I haven’t met too many zebras before.”
The zebra nodded. “I get that often. It’s quite all right. Better that you speak and set things right.”
Athena found herself charmed by the zebra’s sing-song rhyming speech, and smiled. Her eyes scanned over the wares at the stall, a strange mix of potions, plants, masks, and who knew what all else. Feeling somewhat guilty for her social blunder, Athena asked, “What all are you selling?”
With a smile, the zebra lifted a bottle filled with dried blue flowers. “I have plenty of potions and herbal remedies. You can cure five diseases with just one of these.”
The zebra’s eyes twinkled and she lifted a small pouch. “But a pony like you cares not for such salves. Perhaps I can interest you in what this bag has.” She opened the drawstrings and showed Athena the contents of the bag, which sparkled like gold dust. “You obviously care for your coat and mane’s shine. One touch of this will make you sparkle divine.”
She demonstrated, taking just a pinch from the bag and blowing it into the air. She twirled, letting the dust fall over her. Indeed, she began to sparkle and shimmer in the afternoon sun. Athena’s eyes lit up.
“Oh wow, that’s totally amazing! How much?”
“Six bits is the price that I ask,” the zebra said, her smile widening, “though I might haggle if you’re up to the task.”
“That sounds fair to me!” Athena withdrew six coins from her pocket and dropped them on the counter, taking the bag gratefully. “I bet I could work wonders just with a tiny dash of this!”
“Of this I am sure, undoubtedly. Let me know if there’s anything else that you see.”
Athena scanned the items once again, now excited for what else she might find. She quickly found herself lost, though. One potion looked like another and each herb like the rest, except for shape and color. As she was about to turn away, though, something caught her eye. It was a little statue that looked like a pony sitting on its haunches with its forelegs up in the air. That is, if one squinted and turned their head to the side. The features of the face were rudimentary and simple. Stranger, it had a very large stomach and two smaller round bumps below that.
“What’s this?”
The zebra frowned. “A fertility totem, with quite the long tale. But I should not have brought it; it is not for sale.”
“Aww.” Athena pouted. “I know an artist in Manehattan who would absolutely love this! He could have inspiration for a whole month at least from just this one statue.” She got an idea lightbulb and dug into her other pocket, producing a small notepad and a pen. “Do you mind if I sketch it really quick? I could at least show him that.”
The zebra seemed to think for a moment, then made a gesture at it with her hoof, nodding. Athena smiled gratefully and set about sketching it quickly. She wasn’t terribly good at drawing, and her artist friend would no doubt have a hard time not to laugh at her skills, but she could at least draw a circle, and the totem seemed to be made up mostly of circles. She reached up a hoof to turn it slightly so she could get a better look at the statue’s mane when it suddenly toppled from the stand and fell to the ground.
It had been, as it turned out, made of very thin earthenware and now lay shattered in dozens of pieces on the dirt.
Athena dropped her sketchpad, gasping in horror. Her eyes went wide and filled with tears.
“I’m sorry! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I can totally pay you for that, I swear!”
She looked up at the zebra, who was standing stock still. The look on her face was not one of anger, but fear. Athena couldn’t understand it.
“I... It’s probably a priceless artifact or something, isn’t it?” Her lip quivered. “Like, it can’t be bought or fixed or anything, right?”
The zebra said nothing, just looking from the smashed statue to Athena with a growing look of horror. Athena herself was beginning to feel really shaken up.
“H-hey, stop looking at me like that, you’re scaring me.” When she got no response, she started to shout, getting slightly hysterical. “I didn’t like, offend your god or anything, did I?” She looked up into the sky, as if fire and thunder might rain down on her at any moment.
The zebra shook her head slowly, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
“For what you have done, my condolence is very.” Her voice was low, tinged with sorrow, and her words came out slow, like she had to fight to get every one out of her mouth. “But the price that you pay will not be monetary.” Then she grabbed another small pouch and opened it.
“Wait!” Athena cried. “What do you mean, ‘not monetary’?”
The zebra did not answer. Instead she blew a stinging, glittering powder into Athena’s eyes that smelled strongly of licorice. Coughing and gagging, Athena tried desperately to get the stuff out of her face, rubbing at her eyes, shaking her head, and generally making a mess of herself.
When her vision finally cleared except for the tears, Athena blinked and looked around. The zebra, her stall, and all her wares were nowhere to be seen.
Then she heard somepony calling her name.
“Athena! Athena!”
It was Roxie, rushing up to her, followed by Powder Rouge at a more sedate pace. Athena blinked the last of the stinging powder from her eyes.
“What happened to you?” Roxie asked, tilting her head and looking at Athena with something like concern. “You look like you got dragged through a bush backwards!”
Athena became suddenly aware of how awful she looked. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” she said, glumly.
Roxie frowned. “Well, dingus, you’d better fix yourself up, and quick. Miss Finish is pulling us out and heading for Canterlot. We’ll be there tonight!”
“Ugh!” Athena scrubbed at her mane frantically. “How do I look?”
Roxie gave Powder Rouge a sideways glance and snickered. The other pony said nothing.
“I think you could start a whole new style, looking like that,” Roxie snarked. Then she started laughing.
“Blugh!” Athena exclaimed. “Just find me a washroom somewhere quick, I’ll be fine in no time!”
Roxie laughed all the way to the washrooms. But the whole time, Athena’s thoughts kept going back to one thing.
Did I dream all that or what?
Athena did in fact get herself fixed up lickety-split, using her talents as a hairdresser, not to mention a little of the shine powder she’d almost forgotten about, and soon they were all on their way to Canterlot in a five-pony coach. Roxie asked about the shine powder, and Athena said something indistinct about a merchant. She wondered if maybe she should mention what else had happened there. Photo Finish was being uncharacteristically tight-lipped about whatever it was she had been talking to Rarity about, and the carriage was rather quiet. Which just gave Athena lots of time to worry about the very prophetic words the zebra had spoken.
But if she told them, she reasoned, they’d just say it was some crazy superstition from some loony foreign shaman in some backwater hick town in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t worth worrying about. And by the time they reached their hotel, she almost believed that.
They made it to their suite at the Mareiot well after nightfall and they were all ready to turn in for the night. Photo Finish promised “beeg planz” for the morning and skipped off to her room, having made a complete 180 from her earlier close-mouthed solitude.
The entourage mares all shrugged at each other and took their own leave, with large yawns and grousing about needing beauty sleep. Thankfully, Athena thought, they all had separate bedrooms, so she could get some nice shuteye and forget all about Ponyville for a while.
What she couldn’t forget about were the awful stomach cramps. She’d been feeling kind of light-headed during the journey, and hadn’t wanted anything to eat after those apples. It couldn’t possible have been them that made her feel so bad, but then it wasn’t just her stomach either. She sort of had a stomach ache in her entire body. It was hard to describe, and so she focused on keeping the others from knowing anything was wrong, and not barfing or crapping everywhere. She spent half an hour on the toilet without anything happening, so with a groan of resignation she climbed into bed. Thankfully, she fell asleep shortly thereafter.
Her dream was weird. She was standing on a thin pole, about the width of her hoof and a good ten pony lengths high, over a field of lava. There were poles all around, set at the same height, and across them she could see the mouth of a cave. She tried her best to balance on one hoof and jump from one to the other but they started getting thinner and thinner and more and more wobbly as she moved toward the cave. Then it began to rain, making the poles slippery. And then it started to lightning. With every flash, she swore she could see the fertility totem in the sky, staring at her like it was judging her.
At the halfway point of the pole field, when they were about half the width of her hoof, she finally slipped. She tried to grab hold of the top of the pole, but she was falling too fast. Lightning crackled and thunder boomed around her as she fell screaming toward the lava, and the stare of the totem with its blank, dead eyes, judged her all the way down.
She awoke with a start. It was daylight. The sheets were sticky with sweat and heavy on top of her. She tried to kick them off of her, but her legs wouldn’t move. Then she realized her front legs wouldn’t move either.
Am I still asleep? she asked herself. But this didn’t seem like a dream.
It was when she realized she couldn’t even move her neck and was stuck laying on her side that she started to panic.
“Help!” she cried. “Somepony help me! Please!”
It didn’t take long for a knock to sound at the door.
“Ateena!” She could tell it was Photo Finish from the way she couldn’t pronounce her name right. “Everypony is ready already! Vat is taking you so long?”
“Miss Finish!” Tears began to stream down Athena’s face, partially from relief and partially from fear. “Please, open the door, I can’t move!”
“Vat?” There was a pause, and then Photo Finish’s muffled voice came again. “Okay, fine, vatever. I have suite key. You better not be naked!”
The door clicked and Photo Finish walked into the room, scowling.
“Now, vat is so important dat you are interrupting ze schedule, hmm?”
“I’m serious, Miss Finish,” Athena said, trying to calm herself. “I woke up this morning and I can’t move a muscle! Not even my head!” She was about to start crying again.
“Vat? Dis iss serious.” Photo Finish moved over to the bed and took the top sheet in her teeth. She threw it off, and gasped.
“What? What is it, can you see why I can’t move?”
In all her years of service in Photo Finish’s entourage, Athena had learned a number of things about her boss. She never took off her glasses in public, and Athena had only seen her eyes on two prior occasions. She maintained an air of aloof eccentricity, constantly demanding things and tending to not to react to what was going on around her. She never, ever broke this character, not in public or private.
So when Photo Finish slid her glasses down her nose, blushed furiously and cleared her throat, clearly at a loss for what to say, Athena knew there was something terribly wrong.
“What?” Her voice was small and frightened. “Miss Finish, what is it?”
Photo Finish did something odd: she lifted her leg and bit down on her fetlock. After a short cry of pain, she said, “Definitely not dreaming.” Then she moved over to the door, closed it, and locked it.
Turning back to Athena, she cleared her throat, and said, in the softest tone Athena had ever heard, “I do not know an easy vay to tell you dis, Ateena.” Her eyes, a blue so light that they were almost solid white around the pupils, scanned the plush carpeting of the hotel room.
“Uhm. Okay, I just come out vit it.” Photo Finish took a deep breath. “You haff become a giant penis.”
That was crazy. Athena didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Her mouth moved soundlessly. She felt numb, or number than she had before. There was absolutely no way to react to that statement.
Eventually, she said the only thing she could.
“What?”
Photo Finish slid her glasses back up into position. “A penis. Schlong. Ving-vang. Shtallionhood. You are ze pony-sized cock und balls vith a pony face on ze end.” She paced over to the dresser and took up a small hoof mirror in her mouth, then turned it on Athena.
Athena screamed.
In the mirror, she saw the thing that was herself lying on the bed. It was, as Miss Finish had said, a disembodied pony-sized phallus the color of her fur with a large set of balls sitting in a scrotum at one end. On the other end, where the penis head should have been, was her own head and face, though lacking her glorious mane. She moved her mouth just to be certain that what she was seeing was really herself, and then she started to cry loudly.
“Nooooo!”
Photo Finish frowned and set the mirror down, then moved to the bedside. She drew Athena into her hooves and shushed her. It was her tone of voice that calmed Athena more than anything. Again, her employer was showing extreme kindness and sensitivity that Athena had never experienced before. It was so strange, though obviously not the strangest part of this situation.
“Dere, dere,” Photo Finish said softly, “calm yourself. Tears vill not help.” She patted Athena on the side, and something in her stirred.
“Why is this happening?” Athena sniffled. “Am... Am I gonna be stuck like this forever?”
“Do not vorry!” she announced, standing. “I haff a plan! You shtay here...”
She cleared her throat as Athena gave her a flat look.
“Yes, vell... Und I vill go downshtairs und find answers! Also I am keeping ze door closed. Ve vouldn’t vant anypony to see you like dis, ja?”
Athena gave her a weak smile. “Thank you, Miss Finish.”
“Trust me,” Photo Finish said, moving toward the door. “Be shtrong, I vill not leave you for long!”
“I trust you, ma’am,” Athena said, feeling slightly more confident.
“I go!” And with that, Photo Finish vanished through the doorway, locking it behind her.
Athena let out a long sigh, not contemplating how, exactly, she was breathing. There was, unfortunately, nothing to do but lay there, alone, and listen to the silence.
“How did this happen?” she asked the room.
Suddenly, she had the answer: that fertility totem! It made so much sense! Because she broke it, she was cursed with... this. Fertility, right, it all made sense. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t going to be permanent. She had such a promising career ahead of her! If she was stuck like this forever, nopony would ever want to even look at her again!
“Please,” she whispered, feeling tears begin anew, “spirit of the totem.” She felt silly, but it seemed the only thing to do at the moment, since she was helpless. “Whatever zebra fertility god I have offended, please accept my humblest apologies for, uh... For my carelessness. I will do anything at all to have this curse reversed.” She swallowed. “Anything. Please, just give me some sign of your forgiveness.”
Her thoughts turned to Photo Finish. She had no idea the enigmatic mare was so kind. This was the first time she had seen this side of her boss, and it was... nice. The way Photo Finish had held her in her soft hooves had been so comforting...
Something within Athena stirred again. It was like somepony was inserting a rod slowly up her back. She felt herself stretch and elongate. There was a tingling in what she would normally call her toes. That must be her balls, she thought with a sour expression. The stretching sensation continued and her mind began to hum pleasantly. It almost felt like...
No.
Her mouth forced itself into an O as her head was tilted back against her will. Soon, she was sitting there, fully erect, staring into the pillows behind her head, with her mouth wide open.
“Blurp!”
A little bit of something, she didn’t want to think what, burbled up her “throat” and onto her lips. She tried to frown but could only move her mouth the tiniest bit.
“Dust gweat,” she said weakly.
The door opened and Photo Finish swirled in, at first oblivious of any change that had overcome the pony penis.
“I am shpending fifteen bits on ze bathroom vending machine in ze convenience shtore across ze shtreet before I am getting ze right t’ing!” she huffed, tossing a bunch of packets onto the dresser. She began to pace around the room, moving out of Athena’s limited line of sight.
“Ze good news is, I am talking to ze doctor of magical ailments at hoshpital und he says transformation magic is vearing off after a day. Zo if notting happens, den ve take you in or maybe call for shpecialist, ja?”
The pacing sound stopped. Athena heard her boss’s hooves move toward the bed. Suddenly, Photo Finish’s face was right up against Athena’s, her glasses removed completely.
“You seem to be... exzited,” Photo Finish said quietly.
“I’m forry,” Athena apologized.
“Bah!” Photo Finish lifted her slightly so that she had a better view of what was going on, though everything was upside-down. Photo Finish paced back toward the dresser.
“No apologies, you are having ze hard time now, yes?” She paused, then glanced over her shoulder with a bashful look, blushing deeply. “Difficult time. I am not intending ze pun. But!”
She stuck her hooves under the hem of her dress and pushed the entire ensemble off of herself in one fluid motion. Athena had never seen her employer undressed before. She had smooth, toned flanks, a soft light blue all over. Her cutie mark was a camera set over a star-shaped flash. She moved gracefully, though it was slightly awkward. Athena felt herself getting even harder, and more goopy stuff bubbled up into her mouth.
“I haff cancelled all plans for ze next t’ree days und sent everypony into ze city,” Photo Finish continued. She grabbed one of the packets off the dresser and tore it open, downing the contents, a greenish powder. As Athena watched, Photo Finish glowed a soft green all around, which quickly disappeared.
“In ze meantime, ve haff only to wait und see vat happens to you.” She turned toward Athena, grinning evilly. “Und I am going to put you to some use, ja.”
Athena’s balls froze. She stared as her boss began slinking toward her, licking her lips. She began to shiver just a little bit, eyes wildly trying to look anywhere but the predatory mare stalking toward her.
“Wai’,” she said, still unable to fully form words. “Wha?”
“Oooh,” Photo Finish cooed, reaching the bed. She laid a hoof on Athena’s “chest” and began stroking gently. “I haff alvays vanted to try dis.”
The stroking intensified and Athena closed her eyes. She had to admit this felt really, really good, better than any intimate contact had ever made her feel in her entire life, but it was still so weird. She made another “blurp!” sound and Photo Finish clucked her tongue.
“Ohh, now look at dat. You haff made ze mess.” She grabbed the top sheet and used it to clean off Athena’s face, smiling. “No vorry, dey are used to cleaning such out of ze sheets.”
Closing her eyes again, Athena tried to breathe, to calm herself. But Photo Finish wrapped her forehooves around Athena’s base and squeezed. She was at full erection now, or at least hoped she was, and the touch was simply maddening. Something in her wanted to explode. She stared at the ceiling as Photo Finish lifted her upright, standing her on the end with the balls, and began to lick up the center of her shaft.
Athena’s breathing came in ragged jerks. The feeling of her boss’s tongue was filling her with ecstasy. That tingling sensation, wanting to explode, came again, and she squeezed her eyes shut once more, trying to hold it back.
“Just let it happen, ja,” Photo Finish purred, stroking her hooves down the opposite side and kissing Athena around her base. She nipped gently at the soft scrotal skin and licked one of Athena’s balls. Athena quivered. Photo Finish used her teeth to nip upward more and more, and the sensation drove Athena mad.
“Aghk!” she cried, closing her eyes as hot, white semen shot out of her mouth. It fountained up toward the ceiling, splashing onto the bed sheets, the floor, and Photo Finish herself, who laughed.
“Ah, vunderbar!” she cheered. “You are entirely functional!”
Athena felt herself sagging slightly. “Mm-hmm,” she mumbled. Her mind was foggy with pleasure. That orgasm had consumed the entirety of her being in a way that sex never had before. She was breathless and not thinking straight at all.
“Ze shpell should haff kicked in by now,” Photo Finish said, and some part of Athena wondered just what she meant. “Don’t be panicking now, I am taking care of you.”
Athena felt herself sliding. She moved toward the edge of the bed, still standing upright, and then Photo Finish gripped her tightly, lowering her very, very gently to the floor. Photo Finish adjusted position so that she was laying on the bed, and moved Athena into place so that she was looking right between her boss’s legs at the puffy blue lips of her sex.
Athena began to feel funny again.
“Ve cannot be having only ze male parts fulfilled,” Photo Finish practically purred, spreading her legs and placing her pussy right up against Athena’s face. Athena got the hint. As she was somewhat flaccid at the moment, not to mention still feeling spent, she found that she could move her mouth just fine. Also, she still had a tongue. She set about using that tongue, lapping at the soft, salty folds of her employer. Photo Finish arched her back and moaned.
“Yes! Yesss!”
This was, Athena mused, not the worst thing that could happen to her. Yes, she was entirely helpless, but what use was a giant cock if not for sex? She just hoped, as she licked Photo Finish’s cunt with growing fervor, that she wasn’t going to be destined to be a sex toy forever.
Spirit of the totem, she prayed to herself, if this is my sign, then I will gladly do what must be done.
“Oh, more! Yes, harder!”
Photo Finish shoved her crotch against Athena’s face, and Athena realized that her tip was beginning to slide inside. She felt herself harden, and soon her mouth and tongue stopped working right. No matter, she couldn’t reach Photo Finish’s clit anyway. There was a faint magical glow around her as she began to penetrate her boss. As big as she was, she really should not have fit up there, but Photo Finish’s entrance was expanding to take her entire girth inside.
“Yes!” Photo Finish cried. “Fill me up, oh!”
And then Athena’s head slipped all the way inside Photo Finish’s pussy and she could hear nothing but the sound of Photo Finish’s heartbeat inside her. She felt Photo Finish sliding slowly over the length of her, taking in more and more of her. In fact, she realized, it was far more dick than any one mare had any right to take. That must have been the spell Photo Finish was talking about.
Athena slid further and further into her boss, getting a close up view of her cervix and uterus. Rumbling all around her suggested that Photo Finish was moaning in pleasure as Athena slid into her. Her nose bumped against the far wall of Photo Finish’s womb, and then kept right on sliding through. Some kind of tube fed her upward, passing through the womb wall but not breaking it. She could hear breathing, and the sound of the heartbeat was getting louder. Her length was almost entirely encased in Photo Finish’s body.
Then she saw light. Athena’s mouth would have dropped open if it wasn’t already being held that way. Teeth and a tongue passed by her as she felt Photo Finish’s vulva press against the base of her balls. Her mouth, nose and eyes peeked out of Photo Finish’s mouth, and she could breathe fresh air once again.
For a moment, Photo Finish was still. Athena began to get a bad feeling.
“M-Mi’ Fi’is’? Ah you ohay?”
“Mmmmm,” was the only response. The vibrations from Photo Finish’s voice sent chills down Athena’s length, and it was all she could do not to come again right then.
Then she felt herself being lifted. Photo Finish was moving them both! Athena felt and saw herself being turned over, so she could see the windows on the other side of the hotel room. Photo Finish planted her hooves, and Athena’s balls pressed against the floor. Then Photo Finish moved forward and Athena got sucked back inside her mouth.
It was awkward and very slow going, but Photo Finish was able to get a rhythm of sliding herself over Athena, just like a stallion fucking a mare. Every time she moved, her entire body squeezed Athena’s entire body in ways that were extremely pleasurable. It was like her whole body was coated in warm honey, and each motion was magnified tenfold, straight to her pleasure centers. Every time Photo Finish moaned, it made Athena feel even more pleasure.
Athena was not ready for the orgasm, though. Photo Finish’s muscles rippled, from Athena’s base all the way up her throat, and she let out a tremendous groan of pleasure. Athena could feel hot juices soaking her balls as Photo Finish squeezed her tighter and tighter. Just when she thought she might burst, she did, spraying hot, thick cum all over the room in front of her.
Photo Finish collapsed with her onto the bed, panting. Athena’s balls swayed in midair as she coughed up a few more spurts of cum, and then began to relax again with a satisfied moan. As she receded, she felt herself shift out of Photo Finish’s body just a bit. The mare helped her after a few moments, gently and very slowly pulling Athena from her body cavity.
Around the time Athena’s head was passing through Photo Finish’s womb again, her boss had another orgasm. The sudden squeezing around her neck caused Athena to come once more, even though she wasn’t fully erect.
She flopped out of Photo Finish’s pussy and lay on the floor, panting, completely wiped out, until Photo Finish put two hooves around her and hauled her into the bed. They both lay there, Photo Finish’s hooves wrapped around her, and just breathed.
After a long while, their breathing steadied and Athena broke the silence.
“M-Miss Finish? What...”
“Shhh,” Photo Finish said, stroking her gently. “Just relax. Dis vill be our little secret, ja?”
Athena thought about it. She certainly didn’t want anyone to know she had been a giant penis once she no longer was one, that was for sure. Photo Finish probably didn’t want ponies to know that she liked being spit-roasted that way. So it was to their mutual benefit to keep this a secret.
“So long as I’m a pony again tomorrow,” Athena said, just a hint of malevolence in her voice, “nopony will ever know.”
Photo Finish chuckled. “Ze best fifteen bits I ever shpent.”
They drifted off to sleep like that. In the morning, Athena would wake up in her own body, with Photo Finish nowhere to be seen. And nopony would ever know anything beyond the story of needing to cancel the day’s plans because Athena had a stomach flu.
Meanwhile, a large black and white striped cock lay in a hut in the middle of the Everfree Forest. It had large striped balls at one end, and a zebra’s face at the other. It sighed heavily.
“It wasn’t vanishing powder, and I couldn’t tell. I really must learn to label things well.”
Zecora had been laying there, by herself, since she had woken up. A moment of panic had subsided after catching sight of herself in the only mirror in her hut. Then she had calmed herself and taken the lesson to be had from the situation. That didn’t stop things from being boring, though.
“At least, if I recall the extent of my powers, this spell will wear off after 24 hours.”
It was her one saving grace. It just meant a day of quiet boredom, studying her masks, making a game out of remembering the entire history of each one and reciting it to herself. She just hoped that nopony decided to come visit her. Gods, especially not Apple Bloom! She would be mortified if the little filly, above all ponies, saw her this way.
Her thoughts drifted back to the events of the previous day. No doubt that frilly city pony who had bought the shine powder and who Zecora had doused with the cock-transformation powder by mistake was having an equally awful time of things. Thank goodness that pouch had been labelled correctly.
“Wherever you are, you’re not the only one in hell.” She grunted, feeling herself stiffen once again for absolutely no good reason. “I cannot even pleasure myself.”
She was tired of counting the pieces of thatch in her ceiling. Tired of being forced every hour or so to stare at the pillows of her bed while her body did whatever it was that stallionhoods felt it was necessary to do. She was really tired of coughing up hot semen, and not looking forward to cleaning it up tomorrow, after it had dried everywhere.
Zecora sat and sighed, and waited for sleep to claim her once again.
“I only hope,” she said aloud, “my nose doesn’t start to itch.”
She watched as an errant fly entered through her window. It took a meandering path around her mobiles and hanging jars. Then she watched with growing horror as it beelined straight for her. She hoped beyond hope that it would pass over her.
“No, no!”
But as luck would have it, it landed right on the end of her nose.
“Oh, son of a—”
Author's Note
A/N: I am still writing another story but I had a dream and wanted to write this story too. Also if things do not make sense, it is because it is from a dream but I tried to make sense. Also I used the pony names from http://mlp.wiki.com except in the dream High Style was called Athena, so that is what I say here. Also they told me to put my author notes down here, but there is no way to tell you who the pony is first. I do not like this, my notes always go on the beginning of the story, but I have to do this for posting, sorry. :(
I Am Not A Proud Pony
But It Had To Be Done
