The heart attack came out of nowhere. Nobody could have expected it, least of all you. But sure enough, the day came where your heart had enough. As always, you were sitting in front of your computer when it happened. It was, after all, your main place to be.
Never before have you experienced such exquisite pain. And as you realize what is going on, you know you shall never experience pain ever again. Life is ending, right as it seemed to begin, and as the intensity of your agony increases with each passing second, the world around you slowly fades to black. Even your screams die out, little by little, evaporating in the air around you. No matter how loud you are able to screech, deep in your mind there is nobody around to hear them.
Life seeps from you, and you slowly lose the strength to even breathe. You are forced to simply lay there, accepting the cold embrace of death as your vision blurs, A few tears creep down your cheek, your final contribution to the world. Lingering thoughts of all you never saw or experienced haunt your final moments,
Everything leaves you; pain, thoughts, emotions. You simply stare blankly ahead, seeing nothing through the blur. A final breath leaves your throat, and the world disappears.
*** *** ***
Your eyes shoot open, suddenly and inexplicably. With all of your newfound strength, you inhale all the air you can fit in your lungs, causing you to splutter and cough. Dropping to your knees to preserve strength, you spit on the ground below you.
There's grass underneath you, but more importantly, you get a look of your own limbs. Where your hands used to be, there are only fur-coated legs ending in hard hooves. Just as you had calmed yourself down from the initial awakening, you freak out once more. Scanning your entire body, you quickly realize what you are: a pony.
You run around in circles, screaming and shrieking. Although you had fantazied with the idea of becoming a pony before, actually turning into one proved much scarier than you imagined. The entirety of your body feels unnatural, as if you don't belong in it. The mere thought of being an actual pony frightens you,
Running around proves useful in relieving the tension in your body. Little by little, the fear and worry fades, and you slow down until you are simply walking in circles. Questions fill your mind in rapid succession, but there are answers for none of them. In fact, asking yourself questions of your condition only serves to create new, impossible-to-answer questions.
Getting increasingly frustrated with your lack of information, you shove all the questions out of your mind. Some questions could be answered, such as finding out where you are. Luckily, the answer to that question presents itself almost immediately. The minute you look up and away from the grass, you see a town. Apparently you woke up right outside it, for there are ten or so ponies standing at the nearest house, watching you with wide eyes.
Realizing what an idiot you must have looked like, you blush and hide your face behind a hoof. As you stare into the darkness of your closed eyes, however, a sudden realization hits you. One of those staring ponies looked familiar. Very familiar in fact. Looking up again, you scan the crowd until your eyes find a big, bulky, red stallion with a blonde mane.
You gasp sharply and feel excitement coursing through your veins. Whether this is real life or a dream, Big Macintosh is standing right there up ahead, looking at you. An actual pony from the actual show. Your brain immediately begins conjuring up new questions, but you know there is no point in even thinking about them. Instead, you quickly move forward with a wide grin spread across your muzzle.
All of the ponies take a step back once you come close, some gulping nervously in addition. You pay them no mind, for there is one pony who hasn't moved an inch: Big Mac. His eyes cautiously scans your body, but he looks neither worried nor afraid.
"You okay there, missy?" he asks, his deep voice ringing in your eyes.
You raise your eyebrow at him. Either he wasn't as smart as he was on the show, or ponies' pronouns were reversed. Either way, you intend to correct that mistake before ranting on about actually being in Equestria.
"I'm actualy a-" Your hoof flies to your mouth, silencing your oddly light voice. Big Mac squints his eyes as yours grow wide. There is no way this could happen. Your voice had simply become lighter, that was all. Life wouldn't do this to you. It just couldn't happen.
Reluctantly, you slide a hoof down your belly. Down and down it goes, finding no rod as expected. With each inch you progress, the truth becomes more apparent. By the time you reach all the way down between your thighs, your body is shaking. The last bastion of hope in your mind shatters as you find only a pair of lips and a sensitive button.
Standing there in front of all those ponies, you fail to realize exactly what you're doing. Most mares around you elicit shocked gasps or disgusted snorts. Some, however, sound greatly intrigued by your public display. The stallions are horrible at hiding their sudden, newfound affection. A few are even whispering encouraging words, though you probably weren't supposed to hear them.
"Uh, missy?" Big Mac's voice pulls you back to reality, and you quickly remove the hoof from your brand new vagina.
"Y-Yeah?" you manage to stammer out. A few of the stallions sigh in disappointment around you.
"You're not from 'round here, are ya?" His question sounded almost rhethorical, but you answer it anyway.
"No, I'm from... far away." Providing further evidence to calling you insane was probably a bad idea, so you refrain from telling the truth. "Nice to meet you, Big Mac."
"Ah didn't tell you mah name," he points out immediately.
"Well, I, uh," you stammer. Getting out of this required a well-fabricated lie. "I've, uh, heard about your farm! And all of the Apple family! You guys are pretty famous!"
The look on his face makes you feel uneasy. Part of you is absolutely sure he didn't buy it, but if there is a chance, you don't want to blow it. You conjure up the widest smile you can manage, even batting your long eyelashes at him, which seems to work. A little glimt shines in his eye, and he brings out a smile of his own.
"Ah never knew our farm was well-known," he replies, a hint of pride in his voice. "Well, if y'all ain't busy, Ah could give ya a tour of it, if ya want."
Holding back the sigh of relief in your body, you simply nod at the stallion. Getting away from the prying looks sounded like a fantastic idea, and actually spending time with Big Mac himself sounded even better.
"Sure!" You catch yourself giggling like, well, a girl. Hearing these sounds come out of your own mouth was surreal, but with no way to change it, you shrug off the feeling and follow Big Mac.
"Aw, come on, show over?" a stranger calls out. You turn your head to see a flustered stallion tapping the ground in frustration. But what really catches your eye is a head poking out from underneath him. A big, flared head which is already leaking its juices.
Just the glimpse of the thing makes your cheeks flare up intensely. Like a spear it pierces your mind, shoving its way into your every thought. Even if you know it's inappropriate, you can't stop thinking about that sweet, thick dick abusing you over and over. Even if part of your mind resents the fact that you'd even have such thoughts, you just can't help it. A good, hard round of slamming sounds amazing right now.
"So, what's yer name, missy?"
You snap out of it and turn your gaze to Big Mac as you walk alongside him. He's towering over you; it's actually kind of scary to look at him from below. In his presence, you feel so weak and helpless. He could do anything to you, and you wouldn't be able to fight back. Whatever he wanted to. Even hold you down and use you like a toy.
Forcing the lewd thoughts away for just a second, you reply: "My name is..." Shit, you hadn't actually paid this any mind. You couldn't just pick a human name and be done with it; ponies had all these crazy names, and you need to think fast.
"Sleeve!" Where exactly the reasoning for that choice came from, you have no idea. But now it was out in the open, and it was better than nothing. You simply hope it doesn't sound too stupid.
"Can't say Ah've ever heard a name like that before," Big Mac chuckles. Maybe it did sound retarded after all. At least it was just a name.
"'Scuse me for askin', but what was all that screamin' 'bout?"
"I, uh... It's a long story." Technically you weren't lying, and the lazy shrug by Mac seems to indicate your excuse is acceptable.
As the two of you walk along the dusty road toward an orchard in the distance, you can't help but feel a terrible heat spreading between your legs. Each step makes your lips squish against each other, giving you a taste of what exactly it's like being female. It's almost painful to experience. All of the continued rubbing only serves to fuel the heat, and you desperately want it to go away.
How any woman could ever live with this, you have no idea. Boners were bad enough, but this is actually unbearable. There isn't just a desire to relieve yourself; it's an actual need. You need to feel that sweet release, and you need it quickly. All of this walking is slowly getting to you, and you wish you had simply gone your own way. Hiding in an alley and getting business over with sounds like a day in heaven right about now.
"Hmm..." Big Mac sniffs the air a few times, his eyes squinting once again. A light sniff of your own makes the terrible truth enter your mind: the air is drenched with the smell of you. And not only is it the smell of you, it's the smell of your lightly dripping entrance.
He shoots you a quick glance, but luckily doesn't say anything. Walking while under this condition is bad enough; having to explain yourself would be a nightmare.
In fact, Big Mac doesn't say a word more as the two of you approach the orchard. For a brief moment, you are excited to actually be in this place. That brief moment of joy and child-like wonder is quickly dispelled by the intrusive, pervated thoughts. The mental image of getting railed by such a big, strong, handsome stallion is too much to fight. All you can think of is presenting yourself right then and there like a whore, hoping to God he'll just roll with it.
However, you know better. If anyone would decline, it'd be him. Out of all the stallions in this world, it just had to be him. You need this, and you need it badly. There is no way around it. Going for a tour around the place is torture, and you are not one to accept such an experience.
"Uh, B-Big Mac?" you stammer, unable to control your voice fully at this point. "C-Could I mmmh-AYbe borrow your b-bathroom?"
Your uncontrolled moan has left Big Mac looking slightly flustered, and he shakes his head lightly before speaking. "Uh, sure. It's right inside and to the left."
"T-Thank you!" You rush off towards the small farmhouse, galloping faster than you thought yourself capable of. Luckily none of the mares show up in your way, and getting to the bathroom is a simple affair.
Horror strikes you, however, as you put your hoof on the handle. The door is locked. Someone is in there, and that someone, who sounds just like a certain orange mare, calls out.
"Ah told ya Ah'm takin' a shower, Big Mac!" Anger is apparent in her voice, and you quickly back off in shock.
Your eyes scan the building, looking for anything even remotely resembling a bathroom. Going back to Mac in this condition is not an option; you need to get rid of this terrible itch. Instead of another bathroom, however, you spot something half as good: the back door.
Not much time is needed for you to make the decision. You rush through the home, almost knocking over a table in your rush to get to privacy. The door offers no resistance, and you slam it open forcefully, revealing the great big outdoors. Silently thanking whatever divine spirits are out there for not having anyone around, you shut the door and look around.
Not a single pony is in sight, so you sit down on the ground, your back pressed against the house. You waste no time with approaching the delicate situation; you simply put a hoof between your thighs and start rubbing. The entirety of your body immediately lights on fire, and you have to do your damned best to supress the moans in your throat. Never before has your body felt this amazing, not by a long shot.
Spreading your lips apart with your hoof, you push down on the exposed flesh with all of your might, rubbing it violently. Keeping up a rhythm is surprisingly difficult, for your entire body shakes and twitches violently in response to the sudden stimuli. Every inch of movement sends you into spasms, and your light, female voice squeaks and pants in the air.
Knowing there could be ponies just around the corner only serves to turn you on further. Your mind berates you for such depraved acts, and you wallow in it with pride. Acting like a shameless whore increases every bit of pleasure your body experiences. You can't help but talk dirty to yourself, even despite the increased risk of getting caught.
"Mmh! I'm a d-dirty whore! Oh, yes!"
Faster and faster your hoof goes, sending jolts through your body and all the way to the brain. Yet despite the pleasure, you sorely wish you had fingers. Having something shoved into you is something you desperately want, and your hoof simply won't do the job. Unfortunately there is nothing around you that would work, so you simply have to keep going as it is.
"Oh, God! I n-need a d-DICK!" You never thought you'd hear those words leave your own mouth, but you know they are true. Ever since laying your eyes on the first of its kind, the very thought of being filled to the brim with the meat of a stallion has been on your mind. It's all you've ever needed since arriving here.
"Ahem."
Your body freezes at the sound of a deep voice next to you. Reluctantly, and without removing your hoof, you turn your head to face the big, red stallion you so desperately need. He stares at you, not in anger or disappointment, but neither in lust or appreciation. His eyes convey no immediate emotion, which scares you far more than anger ever could.
"B-Big Mac," you stutter, panting out each word. "I, I just, I, I didn't-"
"Ah may just be a farm stallion, but Ah ain't stupid." He slowly begins moving forward, never taking his eyes off you. Sitting down only makes him seem that much more intimidating. "Ah could... smell this comin' from a mile away."
"I, I'm s-sorry," you whimper. Part of you just wants to keep going, not giving a damn about him being right there, but you did die once already. There's no reason to chance it once more.
"Sorry?" He stops walking once he's right next to you. "You're sittin' behind mah home, doin' that. Y'all ain't sorry at all, Ah reckon."
From your lowered vantage point, you spot the marvellous specimen underneath Big Macintosh. It's lingering in the corner of your eye, daring you to take a good, long look at it, but you fight the urge. His eyes command your attention, and staring at a dick, no matter how big, throbbing and beautiful it is, simply isn't worth getting in more trouble for.
"Ah invited ya to mah home. Ah was gonna show ya 'round the place, maybe even let ya stay for dinner, but this is what ya do?"
His scolding voice, along with the reignited burning between your legs, sends shivers through your entire body. You are at his complete mercy, and nothing has ever been as exhilarating or arousing. Even though you wish your body would calm down, there is only one way for it to do that.
"I'm sorry!" you blurt out, your voice weak and whimpering.
"Y'all ain't sorry at all. Ya have no shame, do ya?" Big Mac takes a step closer, shoving more of his glorious cock into your view, but also forcing you to stretch your neck even further to look him in the eye.
"Don't think Ah don't see you lookin' at my meat right now!" Completely and utterly busted. "Ah bet a dirty mare like yerself wouldn't even mind if Ah used it right here and now!"
From the corner of your eye, you notice his stallionhood twitching and growing slightly. Not being able to look at it directly is causing you physical discomfort. All you want is right there, right in front of you. Maybe going down for the chance at such a grand dick was worth it, after all.
"I s-swear I'm-"
"Ya lyin' bastard!" Big Mac suddenly grabs your mane, causing you to shriek in surprise. He pulls you forward, right underneath him. With his firm grip on you, you're forced to stay on your four knees, facing the monstrous member underneath him.
Finally you're able to take in all of the beautiful features of it. The flared head is facing you directly, slick with pre-cum and glistening before your eyes. Never before have you seen anything quite this big, and you wonder if anyone could ever actually take the entirety of such a monster. Pulsing veins cover the thing, and the girth is absolutely insane. You reflexively open your mouth, trying to figure out if you could even put it in there.
"Sweet Apple Acres don't tolerate liars," Big Mac's voice booms overhead. "Time to shove all those lies outta yer body!"
Caluclating whether the thing would ever fit in your mouth was a waste of time. Big Mac simply grabs you even harder and bucks his hips forward, sending the magnificent dick right towards your face. In the split second you have to react, you open wide right before impact, taking in as much air as possible.
Despite his impressive size, a good portion of his dick slides right into your mouth and stops only once it hits the back of your throat. Inexperienced as you are, you gag violently on the dick, which only causes him to twitch inside your mouth. Your nostrils are filled with the musky smell of his sweaty penis, and it drives your nether region absolutely nuts.
"Ya can even take all of that?!" Big Mac's voice shows no sign of pleasure. "You're nothin' but a dirty whore, are ya?!"
His words are almost lost on you. Not only are you choking from the sudden intake of fresh dick, but your mind is lost in a world of utter ecstasy. Having your mouth filled like this sends you into complete overdrive, but you can't find the strength to do anything about it. Instead, you simply lay there, taking as much as the cock as possible, moaning uncontrollably on the massive rod.
"Ya even like it?!" Big Mac grunts slightly, causing the corners of your mouth to twirl into a smile. "Ah guess ya need even harder punishment!"
He slides his hips backwards, pulling his cock with him. The sudden emptiness it leaves behind makes you panic. You need more, and you need it right now. He can't just pull out. You NEED that dick. How could he just leave you empty like this? It's not fair!
The sudden influx of panicked thoughts quickly disappear as he bucks forward, slamming his dick into your mouth again. You moan in surprise and ecstasy as the emptiness fades and you are once again full of him. This time, he even manages to push his flared head an inch into your greedy throat, causing you to gag even harder.
Although it brings some pain alongside the pleasure, you pay it no mind. You just lay there underneath the red stallion, accepting his punishment in full. He doesn't stop bucking this time, and his dick rapidly travels back and forth in your mouth, sliding lower into your throat with each thrust.
Breathing is becoming increasingly difficult, and the longer his forceful facefucking continues, the less mind you pay to the world around you. Blinking stars appear in front of your eyes, and a haze shrouds both your mind and sight. All you can register is his loud groaning, your own sultry moans, and of course the amazing, musky penis abusing your face and throat like you were nothing more than a stuffed animal.
Big Mac is completely lost in using you, and he doesn't utter another word. All of his strength seemingly goes to thrusting, and what force he can thrust with. He manages to shove nearly his entire length down your throat, and you're sure his balls have slapped against your chin on more than one occasion.
The world around you slowly fades, just as it has once before, but this time you cannot bring yourself to care. Your body is experiencing far too much pleasure to think about anything remotely serious. Being used like the slut you are, a toy for Big Mac to use is far more important than your lack of oxygen.
"AHH!" Big Mac roars and buries himself deep down in your throat. His hoof forces your head to stay in place as his cock throbs violently inside of you. Just as the world seemed about ready to vanish, you are brought back by torrents of hot, sticky jizz being shot directly into your throat
Not ready for the sudden, enormous cumshot, you cough and hark, trying your best to regain control of your muscles. Drops of semen flow back up, but instead go directly out through your nose, dripping from your nostrils and onto his twitching dick.
You quickly begin swallowing the massive amount of jizz, however, gulping it down as if you were a starving child. Wave after wave of hot, salty semen rush down your throat and into your stomach, and each gulp makes you ache for more.
In your mouth, your tongue slowly trails up and down his shaft, coaxing every bit of semen out of him as he continues firing. You do everything in your power to make sure every last drop goes down your throat, and it doesn't seem to be in vain. He seems to continue coming for an eternity, and you are in complete and utter heaven. If you had the power, you'd never let this moment stop.
However, everything does come to an end, and Big Mac fires the last few loads into your throat before sighing heavily in relief. Already you feel the same emptiness overtake your throat, and it only gets worse as he slowly pulls his dick out of your mouth, leaving you with only a few strands of semen swirling around your tongue.
Big Mac lets go of your mane and takes a few steps back, until he can finally look down at you. His face conveys no happiness nor pleasure. In fact, he looks down at you in what seems like shock, or perhaps even disgust.
You smile up at him, absolutely lost in his impressive figure. Your eyes are half-closed, and you can barely make out the world around you. There is only Big Mac and his delicious dick.
"Ya swallowed all of it..." he pants quietly.
You nod slowly, your smile widening.
"Had enough?"
Nodding quickly turns to shaking, and you bite your lip in anticipation of what is hopefully to come.
"You're tellin' me... ya took all of that... and ain't had enough?" Big Mac snorts at you, causing you to moan in lust.
"You're tougher than ya look." Big Mac grabs your mane once more, but this time he pulls you up, all the way up until your face is right in front of his.
Staring into those big, green eyes, you finally spot a shimmer of lust. Although he hides it well, it is still apparent, and you can't help but smile with excitement. Granted, hanging in the air from your mane is somewhat painful, but you will endure whatever he puts you through for another chance at that glorious shaft.
"But Ah'm tougher," he whispers.
Before you can react, he throws you forward and onto the ground, your back hitting the wall behind you. The impact removes the air from your lungs, and you're left coughing on the ground. Thankfully you have enough time to regulate your breathing before he picks you up once more.
"Yer name fits ya," he snorts. "Bein' a sleeve for my cock is probably all yer' good for."
Big Mac turns you around in the air and shoves you against the wall. The wood is rough on your skin, but you don't fight. Finally the moment you've needed has come, and you're going to savour every single part of it. As he gets up on his hind hooves, aligning himself with your soaking wet entrance, your face distorts into a mixture of lust and happiness.
The moment his head touches your lips, every muscle in your body locks up. Every decent thought leaves your mind, and pure, shameless joy fills the void. Never before has your body felt pleasure of this magnitude, and the previous throat-fucking already seems boring in comparison.
"Yer' this wet?!" Mac snorted. "Ya really are nothing but a hole to fuck!"
Without further ado, the moment you have been waiting for arrives. With one smooth, hard thrust, Big Mac shoves the entire length of his dick into you, filling you up completely. Having never experienced such wonder before, and with the amount of time you've waited, it's too much to take.
Your body shuts down completely, and all you can do is ride both the enormous dick inside you, as well as the instantanous orgasm is brings. Every muscle in your body twitches as if you were hit by lightning, and your mouth becomes the vessel for the lewdest of moans Equestria has ever heard.
Big Mac doesn't let you come in peace, however. He doesn't care about your orgasm, not even enough to come up with a snarky remark. He's yours to use for his own pleasure, and his immediate thrusting only cements that truth further in your mind. He never cared about your well-being, as long as you were fit to please his throbbing dick, you were useful.
As you drench his dick in your vaginal juices, he pounds into you over and over. His balls slap against your skin while he spreads your body in half with his enormous pole, ravaging your body like the toy it is. Your walls can barely accomodate his massive girth, and his relentless thrusting leaves your body ablaze and your mind numb.
"Ya dirty whore!" he shouts in between groans and grunting. "Take it like the bitch ya are!"
You have no idea when the first orgasm stops and the second begins. Everything is a blur of glorious pounding, moans, and the sensation of being filled to the absolute threshold. Either your body is in a constant state of orgasm, or getting fucked as hard as you are really is this good. But you don't really care either way. Life is currently too good to waste on petty questions.
"Cock-sleeve! That's all ya are!" Somehow he managed to increase the ferocity of his pounding, which you greatly appreciate with even louder, more sultry moans. "My lil' toy! Yer' only good for takin' cock, aren't ya?!"
What you thought to be a rhethorical question turned out to be in need of an answer. Big Mac grabs your mane and pulls roughly on it, until your ear is right next to his mouth.
"Aren't ya?!" he hisses.
"Y-YES!" Screaming is the only thing you can do, no matter how many ponies your voice might attract. "F-FUCK ME! USE ME! I'M W-WORTHLESS!"
At the sound of your words, Mac increases his speed and force, slamming into your slamm body hard enough to cause you discomfort. Just as before, however, it doesn't matter in the slightest. The pleasure far outweigh the pain, and you continue yelling.
"I'M J-JUST A HOLE! W-WEAR ME L-LIKE A SLEEVE!"
Every sentence you utter fuels the fire in both your drenched cunt, and Big Mac's rock-hard dick. It throbs violently inside you, and you know what is to come. The mere anticipation of his seed inside of you is enough to conjure another orgasm, one of the countless many.
"RAVAGE ME! Oh, GOD! USE M-ME AND D-DISCARD ME LIKE T-THE TRASH I AM!"
Your encouragement is the final straw. Big Mac roars like the animal he is and throws his whole body at you, pressing himself against your small size. His dick plunges into the deepest depths of your greedy pussy, which clamps down on his entire shaft, keeping it locked to you, milking it of its seed.
Mashed up against the wall, with Big Mac's body keeping you in check, you scream at the top of your lungs. By now, surely someone must have heard you, but you don't care. His dick is flooding your womb with his spectacular loads, filling you like you've never been filled before. His hot breath repeatedly hits your ear, causing you to rest your head up against his muzzle. He immediately responds by biting down on your ear, even sending pleasure through your body from there.
"Slut..." he whispers as his semen runs downwards, coating every part of your vagina. "Dirty, filthy... slut..."
After depositing all of his sperm inside of you, he slowly resumes thrusting, giving you all he can before going flaccid. In the aftermath of several orgasms, your flesh is far more sensitive than you could ever imagine, and even the slow, methodical thrusts are enough to make your body shiver and your voice crack.
"Ah'll make sure... Every stallion knows... That ya ain't nothin' more... Than what yer name implies..."
You're completely lost in his words, and have no strength to reply. You simply hang on his dick, at his complete mercy. The world extends no further than the waves of ecstasy coursing through your own body. His dick is all you have, and you could never ask for a better world to live in.
With a last grunt and snort, Big Mac pulls out of you, and releases you from his dominating grip. Having no strength left in your body, you slump to the ground, landing directly on the pool of semen left behind by the red stallion. Looking up, you see the condescending gaze of Mac, his head shaking from side to side as he stares at the worthless mare that is you.
"Sleep in the barn if ya want," he says quietly. "But if yer' still there in the mornin', yer' gonna get punished."
Despite your many orgasms, despite all you've endured, you already find yourself thinking of just what this punishment could involve. Flashing images of being bound in the back of a barn with a stuffed mouth, unable to scream as he ravages you play before your inner eye. And those images make you smile weakly at the stallion before he leaves.
You need to move, that much you know, but for now, all you can do is lay there, in the pool of your own and his juices, gathering your strength. Like a pig in the mud you lay, enjoying every single moment of it. And as you pride yourself on the fact, you feel a warmth on either side of your flank.
Curious, you look down, wondering just what is going on. Shimmering light floats around your rump, and within a few seconds, a flash of light nearly blinds you. You cover your eyes for the brief second it flashes, and look back to your flank once it's gone. Where nothing was before, you now see a solid image of a stuffed animal, lifeless and cuddly, spread across your fur.
The very idea of having a cutie mark never occurred to you, but least of all having a cutie mark such as this. Still, the magic that is cutie marks couldn't be wrong. After just your first day here in Equestria, it seems you've found your special talent. And what a talent it is.
As you get up and begin walking towards the barn on wobbly legs, you wonder if anyone could ever have a cutie mark that brings more enjoyment. Smiling to yourself, you realize you are probably the luckiest mare in Equestria. Nobody could ever have a life as fulfilling as you.
Inside the barn, you find old farm equipment and various tools used for planting and harvesting crops. It's actually cosy in here, sort of like a child-like home. In the back is a ladder, and you quickly decide to explore.
Climbing is a bit of a hassle, but you manage to get up there. The upper floor is filled with hay, much as you expected. It's the perfect place to sleep for the night, plus you do need the food. Much to your surprise, hay isn't actually that bad, but you have had better. At least it'll keep you going until tomorrow.
Making a bed isn't at all necessary. Instead, you simply jump into the biggest pile of hay available and make yourself comfortable. Lying there in the crackling, smelly hay reminds you of your youth. You have barely seen anything in Equestria, and it has already proven to be a far better place than Earth. Granted, the whole mare deal was kinda weird, but oddly enjoyable. Given the chance, you probably wouldn't even go back to being male.
Lying there in the hay, you wonder what the future will bring. Specifically what you could do with your newfound talent. Prostitution was probably illegal here as well, so that was out of the question, at least until you found answers. For now, stallions would have to use you for free, which wasn't a particularly bad deal either. You do need money, though, and you need some fast.
Perhaps some of the ponies around town would be kind enough to help you out. There are so many possibilities, and you've only just arrived.
With a bright smile on your face and a soreness between your legs, you sigh in relief and close your eyes.
Life has only just begun.
