Lyra's Splash Zone

by Kaidan

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Human, Lyra, Romance, Original Character
Length: 14430

Lyra has a... unique condition. So unique that she hasn't been intimate with another pony in a long, long time. So long that she ended up paying a unicorn to find her the perfect date. A human. He WILL get wet. He MAY GET SOAKED!

Lyra has a... unique condition. So unique that she hasn't been intimate with another pony in a long, long time. So long that she ended up paying a unicorn to find her the perfect date.

A human.

Finally cured of her itch, she faces an unexpected dilemma in the morning.

Trigger words: You WILL get wet, YOU MAY GET SOAKED!, feminine ejaculate, transformation & transgendered, forced feeding, nightmare fuel.
Editors: Abcron, Seven Fates
Prereaders: The Parasprite, TwistedSpectrum
Story Prompt by: TwistedSpectrum

Published 2013-11-21 22:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-21 22:50:02 UTC

Good to the Last Drop

Lyra sipped her martini as she sat on the edge of her barstool. Now and again she would ever so subtly rub her ass against it, trying to distract her mind from the burning between her legs. She was in heat again, and not a single stallion or mare in town would date her.

For a moment she got her hopes up. A pony she hadn’t seen before sat down at the bar next to her. Perhaps I won’t have to pay the last of my last bits to that unicorn who is going to meet me here in an hour.

“Hey there, handsome, you new in town?” Lyra asked.

The blue stallion turned and smiled at her. “Yeah, just passing through. That’s a nice shade of fur you have.”

She smirked, swirling the toothpick in her drink and blushing. “Thanks, you look rather stunning yourself. Not many earth ponies are lucky to have such a lovely shade of blue fur.”

“My mother was a pegasus. Why don’t I buy you a drink—” He smiled and chuckled. “Apologies, I forgot to ask your name.”

“Oh, I’m Lyra Heartstrings.”

“Oh.” His smile vanished and he shifted his weight on the barstool. Picking up the whiskey in front of him, he chugged it and set it down on the bar with a few bits. “Sorry, I forgot I left the oven on.”

As he got up and walked away, Lyra’s mouth fell open and her eyes went wide in disbelief. “Oh come on!” she yelled, looking around at the other patrons in the bar. A few were giving her a knowing glance. “He was new in town! How the buck did he know about my problem? You guys are the worst kind of friends!”

Lyra nearly tossed her drink across the bar, stopping when she saw the bartender giving her a sympathetic glance. “Here, this one’s on the house.” The barkeep levitated her a fresh martini.

“Thanks.” Lyra grabbed it and hopped off the stool, making a beeline for a booth in the darkest corner of the establishment. She slid in and took a seat, sipping on her martini as she ran a hoof along her inner thigh longingly.

The next hour was torture for her while she waited for the unicorn to arrive. At last she did, somehow spotting her from the door of the bar despite her shady alcove. The light blue unicorn headed straight over and sat down.

Lyra glanced up and recognized the unicorn as Trixie. Still, what they were about to do wasn’t technically legal so she didn’t use her real name, instead using their code phrase. “You here for the fashion show?”

“No, just passing through on my way to Canterlot.”

Lyra smiled, levitating her three hundred bits under the table to Trixie. “I’m glad you came.” She leaned forward over the table. “Can you make it happen tonight? I need it bad, real bad.”

Trixie smiled, huffing at the thought she might not be good enough to pull this off. “Please, it’s foal’s play. The Gre—I mean, I can have it delivered in another thirty minutes.”

“And he’ll be willing and eager? I can’t stress this enough: nopony in town will sleep with me anymore! Whatever human you summon for me better be horny as fuck, or I’m gonna be coming back for a refund!”

“Easy there.” Trixie scowled at her. “I won’t mess this up. In fact, I’ve already vetted a human just for you. Oral, watersports, into ponies, the whole nine.”

Lyra felt herself wink under the table and finished the last of her martini. “Thanks.”

“Wait,” she said. “You sure you just want it one-way?”

“Yeah, if he doesn’t want to stay I’ll have him earn his own ticket back to Earth.”

“Alright, just keep in mind that if he decides to run amuck and you get caught, I’ll deny everything.”

Lyra chuckled. “Trust me, running away will be the last thing on his mind after we get done fucking.”

Bon Bon had seemed shocked when Lyra told her she was moving out and getting her own house in Ponyville. For the last few weeks, Lyra had lived alone in this new building. There was a sudden gust of smoke as a letter flew through the window she had been instructed to leave open.

Picking up the letter, Lyra saw that it was from Trixie. The human would be appearing in her living room in moments. She glanced across the room, ensuring the door was locked. Lyra also had stolen some tranquilizers and rope incase things took an unexpected turn for the worse.

The windows began to vibrate, muffled slightly by the thick curtains. A sulfurous smell filled the air before sparks began to appear and vanish throughout the room. With a loud pop, a human stumbled forward and fell onto her sofa.

Lyra smiled, bouncing up and down lightly on her hooves. Before her was her very own boy toy. “Hello human!”

“Gah, what the hell?” The human rolled over until he was sitting up on the couch. “Where am I?”

“You’re in Ponyville, silly! And I’ve got a very special deal for you.” Lyra walked closer to him, but kept out of arm’s reach.

“Wait, Ponyville?” The human rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “Is this a dream?” He pinched himself, yelping in pain.

“Nope! I’ve got a problem only you can help me with. Do a good job, and I’ll send you home,” Lyra lied. She’d be in heat for at least two weeks, so his vacation would be at least that long.

“Oh my god! I’m in Equestria? This can’t be possible!” The human jumped off the couch, cheering, and hit his head on the ceiling. He collapsed back onto the sofa, groaning in pain.

“Not the smartest human, but you’ll have to do,” Lyra mumbled. Raising her voice, she addressed him. “Human, I’ve brought you here and I can send you back, but first, we’ll have to have sex.”

“Wait, we get to fuck? You have a deal!” The human leaned forward, looking down at her. “You’re so much better looking than the photos on my computer!”

This is creepy as fuck, Lyra.

Shut up, brain! I need some oral and damn it, I’m gonna get some!

The human was already unbuckling his pants, causing Lyra to laugh. “No, at least not yet. You see, I’m a squirter and I brought you here to give me oral. I’ve never really been a fan of stallions. I mean, I have nothing against a good dicking, but you just can’t beat a good bout of sixty-nining!”

“Oh, uh okay. So why me? I mean, aren’t you and Bon Bon like fuck buddies?” the human asked.

“Well, I’m not just any squirter—you know what, forget it. Let’s just go fuck and then after you get me off, I’ll let you choose a hole to fuck.”

The human stood up, careful not to hit his head on the ceiling. “Okay!”

Lyra smiled and walked into the master bedroom. She glanced back at him again, noticing she was about half his height. The ceiling was a few inches higher than he was tall. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he wasn’t well endowed. Luckily, he didn’t have to be.

She eyeballed his face and tried to guess how large his tongue was. At least she could tell by his size he’d be able to stomach what she had to offer.

“Alright, and no funny business! You hurt me or do something stupid like get us caught, and we’ll both wind up in prison.”

“Huh? Oh, I get it! Humans aren’t supposed to visit Equestria.”

Lyra sighed. Where did Trixie get this nutjob? Oh wait, they have that cartoon based on us to replace income tax. I guess I can’t blame Celestia for not taking advantage of capitalism. “Yeah, humans can’t visit Equestria, let’s go with that. You’ve done this before, right?”

The human looked at the ground in shame. “With a woman? I uh well. . . mostly, you know, on the internet. . .”

She moaned, jumping up on her bed and rolling over. “Look, it’s not hard. You’ve heard of eating out? You just suck and lick me here,” she pointed at her pussy lips. “In exchange, I’ll take your virginity and give you something to brag to your friends about. Hell, I’ll let you stay a couple weeks and get really good at it if you want.”

“That’d be awesome! Alright, let’s do this!” The human knelt down over her snatch and licked his lips. He then leaned over to lick at her nether slit, which was winking at him invitingly.

Hasn’t he heard of foreplay?

Shut up brain!

Lyra moaned loudly as his tongue ran along the side of her marehood. It had been so long since another pony had touched her due to her condition, that the single lick electrified her and caused some of her feminine juices to spray out.

The human coughed in surprise, lifting his head up. “Whoa, you taste like peppermint!”

“Weird, nopony has complimented me on the flavor before,” Lyra said. She wondered if it had to do with his different sense of taste. Then she forgot all about it when his tongue licked straight up the middle of her aching flower again.

The human put his hands against her inner thighs, spreading her eager lips wide open. Her snatch winked, causing the clitoris to pop out for a moment before receding back inside. What he may have lacked in skill, he made up for with his eagerness.

Lyra shuddered as his mouth paused over one of her labia and he nibbled on it. A stream of her cum started to leak out. The human noticed this, and positioned his mouth over her urethra. He then began sucking as if it were a nipple.

Moaning loudly, she felt more of her juices spray out into his mouth as he eagerly sucked them up. He hadn’t even teased her inner folds yet, and already Lyra was trying to pace herself so she didn’t cum to fast.

“Fuck, that feels great, human!”

He lifted his head up and slurped. “My name's Rick.”

“Whatever, just keep going!”

“You taste amazing, I thought fem cum was a myth.” He leaned over and stuck his tongue deep inside her pussy.

She felt her muscles tighten down on his tongue, and bucked her hips against him. As her clitoris popped out, it rubbed against his nose and sent a tingling down through her limbs.

Rick was learning fast, using his larger body to pin her legs open so that her marehood was splayed out like a dinner plate before him. He began licking like a child eager to finish his dinner and head outside to play.

No matter how fast he licked, the juices kept flowing. It became a game for him, to suck up each puddle of the minty juices before they were replaced.

Lyra’s eyes rolled back in her head and she dug her forehooves into the bedsheets. She had needed this so bad, and here he was fucking her without question. As his tongue probed deeper into her, she felt a gentle sucking against her clit.

She knew she couldn’t hold on much longer. Rick wasn’t deterred as more fluid start to squirt out, bouncing off his face and landing back on Lyra and the bedsheet. He continued to slurp and suck at her marehood until it became too much.

With a loud scream, Lyra came. Her legs snapped shut around his head, overpowering him. In his shock, Rick froze and felt a geyser of cum shoot into his mouth.

He started to gag and cough the fluid out, but as another blast of the minty fluid erupted he swallowed it, and tried to pull her legs off of him. She was writhing and clutching him tightly, clearly still in mid-orgasm. Rick gulped and did his best to swallow all of her cum.

Lyra’s nerves were on fire and her vision had exploded into pure white. She felt the incredible fullness in her belly being relieved as wave after wave of her arousal was pumped directly into Rick’s mouth.

Despite his best efforts, it was splattering out of his mouth and nose, and starting to burn his lungs. Rick had seen some ridiculous fetish videos and had paid a lot of money to see women do things that would make their fathers blush in shame. Yet he had never seen a video of a woman spraying this much cum out of her pussy.

Rick continued to drink, relaxing his muscles as he fell into a natural rhythm. It was almost like drinking out of a straw, or perhaps breast feeding. His mind began to feel warm and fuzzy, and he felt content. Something about her cum was intoxicating.

Lyra was finally relaxing, riding her orgasm down, when she let her legs flop loosely to the bed. Instead of pulling back, Rick pushed himself forward against her snatch, eagerly drinking. She looked up, curious why he hadn’t stopped, or run away like many stallions would when she shot out enough fluid to fill a large mixing bowl.

To her surprise, Rick seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her juices. Bon Bon had once told her it tasted like a fish wrapped in sweaty socks, yet this human was insatiable! Lyra could still feel small waves of her cum being eagerly sucked out.

Rick’s lips pressed against the skin just inside her marehood. He licked and pushed in further, searching out the source of the sweet nectar. He found it a few inches inside her slick pussy: the urethra that was squirting out copious amounts of lube. He did his best to form a seal and drink it directly from the source, milking Lyra dry.

Another orgasm hit her, smaller than the first. Lyra moaned, getting off again just from the feeling of him sucking on her flower. She began to feel exhausted and hungry, finally feeling Rick release his grip on her snatch.

Lyra rolled over and curled up, looking at Rick. “Thank you, that was amazing.”

Rick smiled, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He remained on his knees, propping himself up on the bed. “T-thanks—feel so good. . . so sleepy.” Rick yawned, stretching out weakly onto the bed.

She had never had a partner react like this during sex and wasn’t quite sure what to do. Sure, stallions fell asleep after the third or fourth orgasm, but this human hadn’t even cum once! He’d merely sucked down her juices and wanted to take a nap, like a baby that had just been fed.

Lyra giggled, figuring the spell must have tired the poor human out. She was too exhausted to care, knowing she had left a spell on the house that would trigger and wake her up should he try to unlock the front or back door.

“Come on, let’s sleep,” Lyra said.

Rick moaned, crawling up onto the bed.

“You won’t need clothes, silly.” Lyra watched as he fumbled at the belt again. After a moment, she used her magic to lift his shirt off as he lazily tried to help. Then, she removed his shoes and socks.

She marveled at his toes as he wiggled them in the cool air. Lyra slid his pants off, followed by his boxers. By then, he’d managed to lay himself diagonally across the large bed, which thankfully being a Manehatten Queen was able to fit a fully grown human and a pony on it.

Lyra levitated the blankets over them, letting the human have the wet side of the bed. She rolled over, putting her back against his chest and feeling his warm breath on the back of her neck.

“You can cuddle me, Rick.”

He just offered a soft grunt to acknowledge her. His arm slid over her side and she felt a few fingers rubbing against her ribcage. Lyra giggled like a giddy filly, having always wanted to see a pair of hands up close.

In the warmth of the bed with her very own human cooing contently behind her, Lyra fell asleep quickly. She couldn’t wait to fuck him again in the morning.

Lyra woke up to something poking her in the ass. She shifted her weight, and felt Rick start to wake up in turn. The sunlight poured through a slit into the bedroom. Lyra nibbled playfully at the human’s ear.

“Huh? Why are you licking my ear doggy?” Rick rolled over and rubbed his eyes. “I knew I shoulda got a cat.”

Laughing, Lyra poked a hoof in his back. “Wake up, sleepy head. You’re fuck buddies with a pony now, remember?”

Rick yawned and blinked a few times, looking Lyra in the face. “Well shit, that wasn’t a dream?” He reached up to his cheek to pinch it, but had some difficulty.

“Yeah, not a dream.”

“My fingers are so sore and numb,” Rick said. “Ugh, wait, we had sex? I’m not a virgin anymore?”

Lyra shook her head. “I had sex. You curled up like a foal after a huge meal and fell asleep.”

Rick grunted in frustration. “Stupid fingers, they’re all locked up and I can barely move them!” He brought his hand up and tried to rub his eyes with his fingers. He squealed in pain.

Lyra, herself only just waking up, began to realize his hands were different then they looked last night. His beautiful opposable thumb seemed to have melted into his hand. The fingers seemed shorter, curling in on themselves, except for his middle finger.

Rick was realizing this too. His thumb was useless now, his fingers barely mobile, and his middle finger nearly three times as large. The fingernail alone on his middle finger was about two inches thick and three inches across.

She gasped in realization. “Hooves?!”

He brought up his other hand and screamed at the top of his voice. His hands had transformed, turning halfway into bastardized hooves!

Lyra’s ears flattened against her head and she covered them with her hooves. Her sensitive ears were aching in pain as he screamed again and again. Lyra was about to use her magic to knock him out with something heavy when he finally stopped, and jumped out of bed.

Halfway to the door he fell over, landing on his stomach. Lyra saw why a few seconds before he did.

Rick glanced back at his feet and instead of toes, half his foot had been replaced by a hoof. The much shorter toes were easily converted, and his foot was now useless for standing on two feet.

“Shit! I’ve got to get out of here!” Rick scrambled on his knees and hands through the doorway to the room and towards the front door.

“Stop!” Lyra screamed. “You could get us both thrown in jail!” She chased after him as he ran towards the front door.

“Get back you monster! You did this to me!” He reached the front door and struggled to unlock it with his half-hoof hands.

Lyra bit her lip, looking around in panic. Her worried frown turned to a smile as she spotted the tranquilizer she had stolen from a local animal shelter. The ropes she had bought in case of emergency were also still there.

Rick felt something stab him in the ass, and a warmth start to flood into the muscle. “What?” He twisted around, swatting at the glowing syringe with his arms. “Stop!”

Lyra’s mind was racing. She couldn’t let him go, and he wouldn’t want to have sex anymore after this. Making up her mind, she levitated the rope over and began to tie his arms and legs together.

“Stop. . . no more. . . please.”

“Sorry, Rick, looks like we go to plan B. Let’s just say it’s a good thing I bought a house with a basement.”

Rick struggled to speak as his vision blurred and he slumped on the ground. He could feel the ropes around his arms but couldn’t move them. The ceiling began to spin and grow farther and farther away, before finally fading to black.

He woke up with a splitting headache in a much darker room. Rick tried to bolt upright, only making it a foot before his arms yanked him back down. They had been pulled taught above his head.

Ropes cut into his wrists, and he felt the tender and burnt flesh where they had been digging into his skin while he was asleep. Rick looked around and saw that he had been placed in a hollowed out bedframe. Instead of a mattress, there were a couple thick blankets between him and the cement floor.

His legs were tied to the other end of the bedframe, and two tan hooves jutted out of his human flesh. Rick kicked his legs, then yanked on his arms, trying to break free. The bedframe was sturdier than it looked.

Lyra woke up to the sound of his clattering, nearly knocking over the bowl she had set down next to her with his dinner.

Rick spotted her in the far corner. “Lyra? What are you doing to me?”

She got up and walked over to him, with the bowl and a cup in tow. “You freaked out Rick. I thought we could be civil but. . . there’s a reason I had you summoned here. I’m in heat, and I won’t take no for an answer. I guess I was naive to think you’d let me fuck you of your own free will after all.”

He yanked at the ropes, looking down at his hooves. “You knew this would happen! I thought we were just gonna have sex but you’re turning me into a monster!”

Lyra giggled. “Well, I didn’t know this would happen, but if I had to guess, you’re turning into a lovely stallion. My own little pet.”

“You can’t do this to me!”

“Yes, I can. Nopony but I know you are here. Nopony will come looking for you. You are mine. We could have been friends, lovers even.”

“Friends?” Rick bit his lip for a moment and smiled. “Yeah! Let’s be friends! Let me go and I won’t tell anypony, okay? We can have some more sex! You’d like that? Would you like some more sex?”

Lyra grunted. “Don’t talk down to me, I’m not some filthy animal like you.”

“HELP!” Rick screamed. “SOMEONE HELP!”

The bowl on the floor had been filled up with Lyra’s cum when she masturbated a few hours ago. She dipped a cloth in it until it was soaked, then jammed the wet cloth in Rick’s mouth to gag him.

“Mmph! Mmph!” Rick thrashed around, coughing up the minty juices in his throat, but unable to dislodge the cloth.

After he calmed down, Lyra floated the rag out. “You can be an adult about this, and eat me out to get a load of fresh cum. Or, you can pout and I’ll force this stale cum down your throat one rag at a time.”

Rick gulped, feeling his throat tingling and a sense of warmth and euphoria flowing through him. He realized in that moment of lucidity that her juices weren’t just turning him into some half-human half-pony, but seemed to be a drug. Rick wondered if he was getting addicted to her cum.

“Stop!” Rick said. “Please.” He began to cry, whimpering as he lay on the blankets on the floor.

Lyra shook her head, levitating a cup of her juices over to him. “I paid every single bit I had for you, and you’re going to drink until I can’t stand the thought of having another orgasm. Understood?”

Rick closed his lips and shook his head, tears still running down his cheeks.

With a sigh, she pinched his nose with her magic. After squirming around for a moment, Rick opened his mouth to breathe. Lyra tilted the cup over, jamming it over his lips. He coughed, trying to expel the fluid from his mouth as he struggled to breathe.

After writhing for a moment, Rick swallowed down all the cold fluids that Lyra had just forced into his mouth. His nose was released, and Rick gasped in a breath of fresh air.

More of the warmth was spreading through his body, and his mind felt hazy. He had stopped crying, and calmed down considerably.

Lyra smiled, levitating another cup over. “Ready to behave?”

Rick’s eyes seemed a little glossier, and he nodded his head. He brought his chin to his chest, allowing Lyra to pour the cum into his mouth slowly. Rick took large sips, quickly emptying the glass.

His stomach was rumbling, and Rick realized how hungry he was. He eyed the bowl on the floor greedily. “Please, more. I’m hungry.”

Lyra glanced at the bowl and him, realizing it’d likely take a dozen more cups to empty it out. Then, she remembered the funnel resting against the far wall. She levitated it over Rick’s mouth. “Open up, and I’ll feed you the rest at once. No tricks?”

“No tricks! Please, I’m so hungry!” Rick was licking his lips and trying to grab the funnel with his teeth.

She lowered it into his mouth, and he sealed his lips around it. Lyra then levitated the bowl over him and began pouring the fluid slowly into the funnel.

Rick drank the sweet nectar, closing his eyes and moaning in delight. He drank it down as quickly as he could, reveling in the feeling of warmth building in his stomach.

Lyra set the bowl down, having emptied it, and took the funnel out. This caused Rick to snap awake, realizing his food had been taken away.

“I’m sorry!” Rick said. “Please feed me more, whatever I did wrong I won’t do it again!”

Lyra scratched behind her ear with a hoof in confusion. “But you drank it all, how are you still hungry?”

Rick saw the empty bowl and began to cry. “But. . . more, please, Lyra!”

Shrugging, she climbed over the railing and stood above his head. “Well, okay! But no changing your mind. Eat me out, pet!”

Rick giggled, waiting until Lyra sat on his face to start licking at her pussy. It took him a minute to arouse Lyra and find that magical opening that produced the sweet nectar for him. Once his mouth was in place, he began to suckle the fluid out of her.

Lyra closed her eyes and used her magic to rub herself along the inside of her marehood. With Rick so focused on getting fed she decided to help him along. The feeling of him nursing off her marehood was a type of arousal she’d never felt before. Combined with her magic vibrating gently against her clitoris and tight inner muscles, her output increased rapidly.

Rick gulped down mouthful after mouthful. He eagerly licked when he could spare the time between gulps, and somehow still found time to breathe. After several minutes of this, his stomach began to stretch in pain.

Lyra hadn’t even reached her orgasm yet. The unique combination of being milked had caused her to last longer than usual, as if her dripping snatch was a sink faucet somepony had turned on.

Rick pulled back from Lyra’s flower, burping. “Thanks, I’m full.” His belly rumbled in agreement.

She frowned, feeling the yearning deep inside to finish and reach orgasm. “Not yet you don’t!”

Confused, he felt her wet pussy lips slap against his cheeks and block his vision. Rick had done what she had said, and he felt good. Yet he also felt too full, and that was painful. A burst of fluid shot into his mouth, and the protesting stomach allowed him a little clarity from the effects of the cum.

Rick choked for a moment as his mouth overflowed with her juices. He remembered for a moment that he wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, he couldn’t remember why, but it bothered him. The minty arousal poured out of his mouth, splashing on the floor as he coughed. Something was wrong, Rick wasn’t supposed to eat this.

Lyra felt the splashing juices below her, and ground her hips against his face harder, sealing them in.

Rick felt the building pressure and burning in his nose and lungs. He gulped down the fluid so he could breathe, stretching his stomach painfully. A fresh wave of warmth spread through him. He still hurt, but he forgot about why this was wrong and instead focused on the fact it felt so good in his tummy.

Lyra climaxed, thanks to her own magic massaging her pleasure button. Rick could do nothing but hang on and swallow as she finished up her orgasm. After sitting there for a moment, she recalled he probably couldn’t breathe and got up.

Rick gasped, and his face was completely drenched in her cum. Lyra laughed, deciding not to clean it up to make sure he remembered his place. He burped, spitting up a little of her cum, then slumped back down on the sheets.

She brought a pillow over and put it under his head. Lyra then loosened the ropes a little, allowing him some room to move. He had already started snoring and fallen asleep. Next she grabbed a blanket to toss over his nude body and that’s when she noticed it.

Rick’s stomach had distended. He looked like he was pregnant, with something the size of a bowling ball in his stomach. Lyra chuckled, imagining all that cum inside him.

With her pet sleeping and her own insatiable itch scratched for now, Lyra turned off the lights and left the basement.

Rick felt a kink in his neck and tried to roll over. His wrists and ankles were sore, and still being tugged on. Slowly he recalled he was tied in a basement and wanted to panic and scream. Yet the afterglow of the cum had taken the edge off.

He had more room to move, and was able to get comfortable. Rick burped and tasted mint in the back of his throat, moaning in pleasure at the memories. He then felt a twinge of horror, recalling his life back on Earth. Rick wondered if anyone even realized he was gone yet.

Blankets hung loosely off him, no longer covering his whole body. They left his chest, face, and arms exposed. Rick noticed that he didn’t feel chilly, despite only being half-covered by the blanket.

Looking down he saw why. The tiny invisible hairs that normally covered his chest and stomach had been tinged a sort of fuchsia. It was hard to discern perfectly in the dark basement, but they definitely seemed to be a feminine shade of pink. They had also grown a little longer and thicker, perhaps even more numerous.

Rick’s arms were covered in the hair too. The thicker hair on his arm had grown more rapidly, resembling Lyra’s own thick coat of hair in density. His eyes also fell on the end of his hands—or what had once been hands. While his arm seemed more or less the same size and shape, his hand was now a fist-sized hoof.

There were no discernible fingers or thumb. The fur just stopped abruptly, then there was hoof. He couldn’t tell exactly where they’d gone, and all he could do with his new hoof was move it up or down. He wondered how a pony ever picked something up.

Rick frowned and exhaled, glancing down at his chest again. By chance, he noticed his nipples were gone. He chuckled, figuring he had no need of them anyway. Of greater concern was the pony-like hair over his entire upper body, and loss of hands. As if the ropes weren’t enough of a restraint, he wouldn’t be able to untie them now even if he got a hoof free.

The lights flipped on as Lyra walked in. “Good morning, sleepy head! Oh wow!” Lyra ran over, her hoofsteps echoing in the barren basement.

His stomach rumbled and his mouth began to water. Rick’s thoughts turned to drinking a delicious meal from Lyra, and he shook his head in protest. He remembered that it was a bad idea.

“Please, Lyra, you don’t have to do this. We can still have sex, I just don’t want to eat anymore.”

Lyra eyed him from head to naval, and heard his stomach rumbling. “Heh, your tummy seems to think otherwise silly!”

“You’re changing me Lyra, I don’t want to change! I didn’t know you were going to do any of this to me!”

“Do you know what it’s like, Rick? For everypony in town to make fun of you, and refuse to sleep with you? Gushing Lyra, Old Faithful, Niagra Lyra! Ugh, so many names and rumors that even ponies from out of town won’t get in bed with me!”

Rick turned to face her. “Why not? You’re not ugly or anything.”

“It’s the stupid cum! Squirt squirt Lyra hurts! At best I can trick one pony into bed with me, but an orgasm later and they’re so freaked out they never talk to me again! My last roommate only took me in out of pity, cutting me a break on rent and letting me masturbate in the bathtub.”

“I’m sorry, but why would you do this to me? Why not see a doctor or something?”

Lyra laughed. “They can’t fix this, not that I have money anymore to do that! Don’t you see? I spent it all on getting you here, and you like my cum! I know you do! You drank up every drop, three orgasms worth!”

“But I don’t want to, it’s changing me. The fact I like it scares me!”

“Shhh,” Lyra said. She stepped over the railing and ran a hoof along Rick’s cheek. “It’s okay, my little human, I know you’re scared. That’s because you haven’t had breakfast yet. Mommy is going to make you feel all better.”

“No, I’ll bit—mmph!” Rick’s protest was cut off as Lyra sat on his face, pinning him against the pillow. He shook his head back and forth, and then bit Lyra.

She yelped in pain, jumping up and then slamming a hoof down on him by reflex. Rick screamed as the hoof hit his throat, stunning him. He tried to speak, but could barely swallow due to the pain.

“Bad human!” Lyra stepped back, ignoring her aching labia to look down at him. She saw a red hoofprint on his throat and realized she had stomped right on his windpipe. “Oh dear, are you okay?”

Rick’s mouth just flopped open and closed for a moment, too stunned to even grunt.

Lyra turned and rushed out of the room, leaving him to wiggle around in fear. After about ten minutes, she came back in carrying a bowl and a pair of saddlebags. She set everything down next to Rick, and laid a hot towel on his neck.

While the heated towel soothed the ache in his throat, Lyra began to coo and rub his face. “I’m so sorry, I got ahead of myself! You’re not just my little pet, you’re my new best friend. Let’s take it a little slower, okay?”

Lyra levitated a medicinal syringe out of the bowl. It was the largest she could find, holding a hundred milliliters of her cum. She held his chin with her hooves to keep his head still and pushed the syringe up to his lips.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, mommy loves you, and when you feel better you can lick up all of mommy’s yummy juices.” She squeezed the syringe, shooting some of the cum into his mouth. “Good boy, yes you are.”

Rick tried to cough it up, but was too sore to do so. Left no alternative, he swallowed. It was slightly less painful, but he was still forced to go slow. Another small mouthful of juice was given to him and he swallowed. The numbness and warmth in his throat was helping ease the pain.

Lyra continued to talk to him and occasionally sing a lullaby. Rick lost track of time as he was slowly fed small amounts of her mare cum. By the time Lyra had emptied out the bowl, his throat had recovered enough to talk.

Through his hazy mind, he could only think of one thing to say. “Thank you, I’m sorry, Lyra.”

“Oh it’s okay, Ricky, I was just too excited.” Lyra smiled and wiped his lips with a dry towel. “You forgive me?”

“Of course, I feel so happy when you feed me.” A muffled voice seemed to protest from the back of Rick’s mind but he couldn’t quite make out what it was saying.

“Would you like some more?”

“Yes, please,” Rick said.

Lyra smiled, making a note to force-feed him a small amount first before attempting to force him to drink her cum directly in the future. She got up, her own injured snatch having already healed. Lyra sat down gently on his face, slowly allowing him to acclimate and begin licking and suckling her.

Rick did his best to please Lyra, despite the lump in his throat. After a couple minutes he felt Lyra’s magic vibrating inside her, and he focused more and more on drinking the sweet nectar. The warmth and numbness soothed his stomach, allowing it to stretch far past what was normal.

He felt so content that Rick didn’t remember finishing or falling asleep.

With a loud yawn, Rick woke up and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been down here, or how many times he’d fed. Rick was pretty sure that the incident with biting Lyra couldn’t have been more than a day ago.

There was a loud pop in one of his joints as a bone shifted, causing him to scream in panic. It wasn’t painful, so much as it just felt wrong. It also caused the rope to dig tightly into his ankle, which was painful.

“Lyra! Lyra, I need you!” Rick shouted.

He tried to kick off the blanket that was still wrapped around his waist. She had never moved it, preferring to admire the hair on his chest and the mane on his head as they grew out. Lyra had shown him his long flowing pink mane last night using a mirror. Rick was turning into an oddly feminine, but handsome stallion.

Lyra turned the lights on as she entered the basement. The faint scent of mint wafted through the air, and caused the muscles in Rick’s groin to clench. He felt something odd tugging between his thighs, but was more concerned with the kink in his right leg.

There was another loud pop as bones in the left leg shifted. “Gah! This is starting to hurt!”

She rushed over and tossed the blanket off, gasping and stumbling backwards.

“Oh god, what’s wrong? Did my legs fall off!?”

Lyra gulped, walking over and loosening the ropes. For some reason, her gaze was fixed directly on his groin the entire time.

“Lyra, what is it?” Rick asked.

“You uh. . . I think we need to give you a new name.”

Rick raised an eyebrow in confusion, then felt something tugging between his thighs again. “What, do I have some morning wood or—holy shit!”

Rick thrashed against the ropes, trying to get a better view at his groin. “Where’d it go? Where’s my dick?!”

Lyra looked up and down his body before finally sliding a hoof along Rick’s pussy. He immediately went limp, moaning in pleasure. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this.”

After taking a moment to recover, Rick craned his neck back down to examine his lower half. The fuchsia hair gave way to two pink lips that occasionally parted themselves. The lighter pink inner flesh would then push itself outwards, before collapsing back in on itself. It felt unnatural, as if his stomach was just popping out of his body for a moment to take a look around then climbing back inside. Nothing Rick had felt as a man could relate to it.

“How is this possible? You did this to me!” Rick kicked his legs out and squirmed, feeling a sharp pain in his ass. “Gah! What now?!”

Lyra tilted her head and looked underneath him, seeing a short stub on his tailbone. She looked up at Rick, who wasn’t calming down yet. In order to keep him from hurting herself, she pulled out the syringe and drew up some of her juices from the cum bucket against the wall.

“Here, Rick, this’ll help you calm down. Are you going to take it like a good pet?”

Rick looked at her and whimpered pathetically, closing his lips. He knew one way or another she’d force him to drink it. Then, he’d become compliant and forget all about what a fucking psychopath she was. Defeated before he even began to resist, Rick nodded weakly and parted his lips.

“Good boy—I mean, girl.” Lyra put the syringe in and gave him a dose of her nectar to take the edge off. Once he was done drinking, Lyra started to move his legs around and inspect them more closely.

“Lyra, I’m hungry,” Rick said.

“Shh, in a minute,” she answered. Lyra took careful note of his legs, which had taken on a purely equine look. They now each had a hock—the distinctive sharp angle near the cutie mark where the first joint in the leg was. Rick’s bones had shifted to give him a fully equine leg.

Lyra adjusted the ropes some more, knowing it’d no longer be comfortable to keep them tied straight downward. He curled his hind legs up to a more natural pony position. Next, Lyra poked and prodded at his dripping cunt.

Rick moaned and pushed his hips forward against her hoof. His newest organ seemed fully functional, and Lyra smiled at the thought of scissoring with him later if he behaved. While he was sedated, she looked over the rest of his body too.

Ricks’ ears, eyes, and nose seemed to be the slowest to change. His arms also still had joints in the wrong places. His tail was only just beginning, his neck was too short, and the fur over his entire body wasn’t quite long enough yet. Lyra smiled, knowing she would get to feed him many more times.

“You know, once you’re a pony I can keep you. Maybe you could even move in with me, be my lover. Oh wouldn’t that be so much fun? Imagine the look on everypony’s face when I tell them how much you love drinking up all my mare cum!” Lyra said with a soft giggle.

“Drinking? Can I drink it now, please?” Rick asked.

“Of course you can. Say, why don’t we have a little fun with your new plumbing?” Lyra said.

“What do you mean? Will you still feed me?”

Lyra chuckled. “Of course, and you’ll feed me!”

Rick felt his nose twitch and licked his lips. He felt Lyra’s thighs brush against his ears as she got in position above him. Without being prompted, he started to gobble at her marehood like a starving filly.

“Easy, it’s not a race,” Lyra said. She shifted herself to lie across his stomach. Rick had put on a layer of fat over his tummy, and Lyra swore it was bulging out a little more today. She wiggled on his belly, getting comfortable, and causing Rick to laugh. His voice seemed a tad more high-pitched than it had yesterday.

Feeling her own snatch warming up, Lyra leaned down and lapped at Rick’s new marehood.

Rick gasped, forgetting about feeding as a warm tongue traced the lips of his pussy. He began trembling all over as newly formed nerves that he’d never used before in his life activated for the first time. Every moment stretched until they felt like hours as his body discovered sensation after sensation.

His favorite was the electric tingling, bouncing along the nerves up to his brain. Then, they turned around and went down his legs, causing them to tug at the ropes. Rick shivered with each new wave passing through him.

He also noticed the building warmth and pressure in his stomach, despite having not eaten his breakfast yet. Each wave of pleasure that passed over him left a piece of itself deep in his gut. Slowly it built higher and higher, driving him to rotate his hips around. The lips of his slit winked, pushing out his delicate inner folds. Lyra licked at them, allowing them to suck her tongue in slightly as they retracted.

Rick felt two warm lips flop down on his face. Lyra stopped licking, and he felt the warmth in his stomach start to fade. He whinnied in protest, bucking his hips up.

“Now, Rick, you have to eat your breakfast if you want your dessert.”

Mumbling his consent, he stuck his tongue back inside Lyra. He curled it up and swirled it around. The intoxicating juices were flowing down his tongue, causing his breathing to speed up and his eyes to constrict.

At last, he found her urethra, gushing fluid through the slick inner fold of her vagina. Rick made a note where it was, then searched out her joy buzzer. Once he had located her clit, he alternated suckling on it to trigger a gush of fluid, and then sucking out as much of the marecum as possible.

Rick lost his focus when Lyra returned the favor, suckling on his newly grown pleasure button. His entire body seemed to turn off, going limp, as Lyra nibbled and suckled on his clitoris. The newly formed nerves ran deep inside him. Unlike the general tingling when she had licked his quivering lips, it felt like his clit was attached directly to his brain.

Stars were dancing in his vision despite his eyes being closed. Each motion Lyra’s tongue made sent intense waves of sensitivity and pleasure through his dripping cunt.

Rick coughed, realizing his mouth had filled up with Lyra’s juices, and resumed his feast. It was hard to swallow between the alternating assault of Lyra’s teeth and tongue on his most intimate parts. He felt his own juices dribbling down his legs.

Lyra was enjoying her pet thoroughly, finding herself more aroused than usual. She had never imagined getting to do this again, after she had nearly drowned the first mare she had sixty-nined with. Deciding to step things up a notch, she closed her eyes and focused on her magic.

Rick felt something expand just inside himself. His pussy winked, tugging the magical invader deeper inside. It began to vibrate in rhythm with Lyra’s heartbeat, and her tongue resumed its symphony on her clitoris. His head went limp again and all he could do was suck on Lyra’s labia. He had not the strength or focus to tease her as expertly as he was being teased. Luckily, her cum continued to increase in volume, and he continued to feed.

The strangest feeling passed over him, as if a dam had burst inside his stomach. The warmth turned into a raging inferno, igniting his entire body in an instant. His legs, belly, back, and neck tensed up. Muscles spasmed as he gasped for air while Lyra’s fluid was forced down his throat.

He heard ringing in his ears, and his vision exploded in a kaleidoscope of color. His hooves had gone completely numb, and it was spreading up his legs. His senses vanished one by one, devoured by the blossoming pleasure. The ringing stopped and his vision went black. He could no longer smell the minty musk of Lyra, or taste the sweet nectar.

As Rick gulped instinctively so he didn’t choke, he felt nothing but the yearning and pleasure in every muscle of his body. Every few seconds his muscles would relax, before yanking themselves taunt and pushing him further into ecstasy. The fifth or sixth time his muscles tensed and released like this, he blacked out.

Lyra dug her hooves into him, hanging on for the ride as she had her own orgasm. She let her spell fade and lazily lapped at Rick’s labia. She felt his chest rising and falling beneath her. Content that her groin was done feeding her pet, she scooted forward and curled her head down.

She rested her head on his swollen belly and listened to it gurgle as it digested all of her tasty treat. Lyra yawned, falling asleep on top of her full body pillow.

Rick felt something he hadn’t since arriving in Equestria: a full bladder. Lyra was drooling on his tummy and one of her hooves was pressing directly on it. He opened his eyes, getting an unobstructed view of the tight anus between two smooth ass cheeks.

“Ugh, Lyra?” Ricks stomach growled, which seemed a more effective method of waking her.

Lyra stirred, before sliding herself to the side. She pushed against his bladder, and he was barely able to contain it.

“Lyra!”

“Huh, is everything okay honey?” She yawned and stretched out, exposing her teats and slit to Rick. He eyed them hungrily, before returning to more pressing matters.

“I need to take a piss.”

Lyra sat up and looked around. He was still basically tied spread eagle, though he had a couple of feet of slack on each rope now. She looked up at the clock, realizing she had only meant to feed him breakfast and had just over-slept for work today.

“Oh no! I’m supposed to be rehearsing a duet at Town Hall with Octavia!” Lyra leapt over the bedframe and ran towards the door.

“Lyra! Piss! Now!” Rick shouted.

“Oh yeah!” Lyra spun around and went to a bag of supplies against the far wall. She pulled a chain out causing it to clink on the floor.

Rick watched as she ran over to him and slapped a cuff on his wrist, just above the hoof. It clicked shut until it had tightened enough to not slip off. Lyra then slapped the other end of the pair of hoof cuffs to the bedframe. It would leave him a few feet of slack to move around.

Using her magic, the ropes unfurled, almost falling apart as the knots came loose. Lyra looked around and saw the cum bucket against the wall. She tossed the stale cum out of the bucket, causing a small flood in the far corner of the room. Lyra then set down the empty bucket next to Rick.

“Sorry, I’m late! You can take care of yourself until I get back! Happy one week anniversary!”

She sprinted upstairs, leaving Rick sitting there in shock. He was glad to finally be free of the ropes, and rolled to his side. His legs shook as he tried to stand up, finding it quite difficult. His arms seemed to have shifted in his sleep, giving him four normal pony legs. His head, neck, and tail still seemed to be lagging behind, however, and threw off his center of balance.

Rick tried to step over the frame of the bed and face planted into the concrete. After a moment laying there in shame, he got back up. He very slowly walked to the bucket until he was sitting along the rim.

The stream of urine echoed through the basement as he voided what felt like a weeks worth of piss. He sat there for several minutes, almost having an orgasm as the steady flow of fluid leaving his bladder tapered off.

Rick moaned in contentment, before lifting his ass off the bucket. He carefully crawled back onto his blankets in the center of the bedframe, and looked at his leg. The metal hoof cuff didn’t have a visible locking mechanism on it.

He glanced at the bed frame. Lyra had attached it to one of the flimsy looking bars at the head of the frame. Unlike the legs and the two thick bars running down the side to support the weight of the mattress, these ones looked thin enough to break.

Pondering his options, he glanced over at the basement door. It was still open a few inches. Rick realized he could finally escape and get help, before it was too late.

He curled a leg around the chain and tugged. The bed frame strained and creaked as the metal bent a little. Rick let go, then tugged again, and again. The bar was already visibly shaking and breaking loose.

With one final tug, the bar snapped off at the base and his hoof cuff and chain were freed.

Rick jumped over the bed frame, running towards the door. He fell flat on his face again as his hoof was yanked behind him. After mentally cursing himself for a moment, he saw that in his hurry the chain had whipped around the side of the bed.

He uncurled the chain, and walked more slowly towards the door. It would do him no good to keep tripping and falling. Focusing on his walking, he made it to the door without banging his nose on the floor again.

Sighing in relief, he swung the door open. His next challenge was the tall set of stairs. Frowning, he felt his stomach rumbling. Rick looked down, shocked to see how much more his belly hung down when he was standing upright. Lyra had definitely overfed him earlier, but now he was wishing she was still here to feed him.

No, we can’t let her feed us!

Rick shook his head, getting a sense of deja vu as a male voice in his head spoke to him.

Hurry up and get out of here!

He nodded and put a hoof on the stairs. It appeared quite simple, so he put the hoof with the chain on the next step up. Rick continued climbing up one hoof at a time until he had all four hooves on the stairs. He then started to alternate them one at a time, slowly climbing the staircase.

Somewhere around halfway up, he lost track of which leg went next. He lifted the leg with the chain on it, and felt it knock out his hind leg from under him. Rick had been standing on the chain, and with two hooves now fumbling in the air, he lost his balance. With a loud bang, he landed on his back and tumbled down the staircase.

Flat on his back and swearing like a sailor, he took a minute to recover himself. Once the aching had passed, he got up and started again.

By the third try, Rick had made it out of the basement and swore he’d never go near stairs again. Lyra had opened up the curtains in her house, allowing all the sunlight in. There was also a mirror on the wall of the hallway he now found himself in.

Rick looked in the mirror and frowned. He definitely had fuchsia hair, though in the light he found it quite beautiful. He wondered what the stallions would think of it. Rick then noticed his hair had grown, until his new mane passed his shoulder blades. It was a light pink with a mint green highlight. Rick giggled, then recalled who had given him this new body and frowned.

With a sigh, he lifted a leg and looked down again at his sex. His dick was gone, may it rest in peace, and his whole backside looked like a pony’s. Rick looked in the mirror again. His eyes were still a little smaller than Lyra’s was. Also, his nose was still tan and hadn’t taken on the same color as his fur. His ears had shifted upwards, poking out of his mane and taking on the proper position for an equine animal.

Rick knew he didn’t have much time. It’d be hard to convince anypony he was a human if he looked like a pony. He was catching on quickly to how to walk and went for the front door. His stomach rumbled again, begging him to eat something.

Glancing around he found some white tile flooring, and headed into the kitchen. He saw some apples sitting in a bowl on the counter, and knew he should eat something before leaving. Rick tried to lift himself onto his hind legs to reach them, but could barely get his front hooves off the ground before losing his balance and falling back onto his hooves.

After a frustrating ten minutes, he made it up and reached the bowl. Unable to figure out how to pick them up without falling, he just knocked them all onto the floor. Rick carefully let himself back down and walked over to the apples.

They looked delicious and he bit into one, surprised at how easily his flat teeth crushed the apple and released all of the juice into his mouth. However, they didn’t taste like he remembered apples tasting. They seemed rather bland, almost like wet sand. Rick fought back his urge to gag and swallowed them.

His stomach growled and rumbled, unhappy with his offering. Rick forced the rest of the apple down, yet his stomach was still upset. He bit into another apple, before finally spitting it out. They just weren’t any good.

Opening up the refrigerator proved fun. He had to hook a leg around the handle and use his weight to open it. In the process he fell onto his tail, jamming his tailbone into the hard tile floor. Tears filled his eyes, and he got up, sniffling.

There were a bunch of carrots in the fridge tied with a piece of twine. He looked at them and smiled, pulling them out onto the floor. Rick chomped on them, enjoying the crunching sound.

The carrots also seemed to be rotten. They looked right: orange with green leaves. However, they seemed gritty and unappealing. Rick had to spit out the remaining carrots as his stomach felt ready to vomit.

Why can’t I eat any of this stuff? Is my stomach still human or something?

Rick smelt something in the air and his ears perked up. He spun around, searching for the source of the odor. His nose had never been so sensitive before. It lead him to a cabinet at floor height in the kitchen. Opening it up, Rick found several snacks including a box of mints.

He pulled the chocolate candied mints out and bit the top of the box off, spitting it to the side. His mouth was watering from the minty smell alone. Rick jammed his hoof in, scooping some of them out and trying to shovel them all into his mouth. He felt the chocolates melting on his tongue and swallowed them.

Despite finally finding something that tasted good, it did nothing to settle his stomach. He was still drooling and knew he needed something more. His marehood started winking, catching him off guard as it began to drip. In tandem with his stomach, they begged Rick for something more.

Panicking, he realized it was Lyra’s cum he was craving. He considered heading outside to find her, but didn’t know where she had gone. Worse yet, if he left how would she find him? Rick wondered if he could find a pony and get help before this craving inside him got worse.

He felt his stomach constrict, and stumbled towards the kitchen trash can. A moment later he was vomiting up the contents of his stomach. He heaved several times after his belly was emptied. Rick felt a little dizzy and was afraid to go outside like this. Considering his options, Rick stumbled back towards the basement.

Lyra got home late from the duet practice. Since she had arrived late, they had gotten off to an even later start. Furthermore, Lyra’s frequent feeding of Rick hadn’t subdued her horniness any. Octavia remained civil, as a mare of high class was expected to, but Lyra knew she could smell her musk in the air.

Tossing her harp unceremoniously onto the couch, Lyra noticed the food scattered about the kitchen. Her eyes went wide and she ran across the tile floor. Apples and carrots were strewn about, and the faint scent of vomit was in the air. A box of chocolates lay discarded in the corner.

She feared the worst: Rick had escaped. If he left the house her spell should have gone off, alerting her by sending a signal to her horn. Lyra ran towards the basement to check and see if Rick had broken out, or somepony had broken in.

Lyra heard whimpering at the bottom of the stairs and flung the door open with her magic. She saw Rick in the corner shivering as if he were in a winter snowstorm. He kept scratching his flanks and belly with his hooves, and was licking the concrete in the corner.

She smelled the stench in the air, quickly identifying that corner as the spot she had dumped out her marecum this morning before leaving for practice. Rick was laying there, trying to lick it out of the concrete.

“Rick! Are you okay?!” Lyra asked.

“P-please, L-Lyra, I’m s-sorry! I’m sorry I was g-gonna leave b-but I’m so h-hungry! Nothing w-worked and I got sick!” He burst out into tears, causing his tremors to get worse.

Lyra saw snot running from his nose as he breathed rapidly. Gasping, she put the pieces together. For a week Rick had eaten nothing but her bountiful feminine juice. Each time he fed, he became docile and complacent, begging for more until his stomach nearly burst. Now, given a chance to escape, he was whimpering in pain trying to suck cum out of the concrete.

Rick was addicted, and going through withdrawal.

Lyra bounced up and down in excitement, realizing this meant he could never leave! She trotted over to him, noticing him sweating profusely. Not wanting him to catch a cold, she focused and grunted, lifting him up with her magic and carrying him over to the bed. She rubbed him down with the stained bedsheets, drying him off. Lyra then tossed them aside and bundled him up in clean bedsheets.

“Shh, it’s okay, Lyra is here.” She pet his face, causing him to visibly calm down. He started licking his lips and suckling the air.

“Y-you forgive m-me?” Rick whimpered.

“Of course Rick. In fact, I think you have been such a good pony, we should give you a more fitting name. How about. . .” Lyra thought about it for a moment. “Rose! It’s a common name, no one will think twice about you.”

“I l-like it, it m-matches my fur. Thank y-you.” Rose looked up at Lyra, who noticed how nicely her green eyes complimented her fuchsia fur.

“I’ll never make you go all day without eating again. Now, let’s make the pain go away.” She opened the hoofcuffs and discarded them against the wall.

Lyra squatted down over Rose and waited for the feeding to begin. Without warning, Rose dove into her snatch, jamming her tongue straight into it. Lyra yelped and her knees buckled, causing her to collapse on Rose’s face.

Sandwiched under Lyra’s cunt, Rose felt the trickle of cum turn into a pulsing stream. Using her week of practice, she began to probe Lyra’s marehood in all the right places to bring her to a swift orgasm. Expertly, Rose pleasured her clitoris while ensuring not a single drop of Lyra’s arousal escaped her eager tongue.

Lyra wasn’t normally a screamer, but found herself shouting out of control. Rose hadn’t been at it for more than a minute, and she already felt herself passing the point of no return. It was as if Rose knew exactly where to lick and suckle. Lyra felt the room spinning as her blood rushed to her marehood so fast that her head became dizzy.

Screaming and grunting, Lyra exploded into Rose’s eager mouth. She tensed up her forelegs, gripping onto Rose to stay steady. Her pet didn’t relent. For the first time Lyra felt more like a mother nursing a baby than a mare having sex. The way Rose continued sucking and probing with her tongue, not even pausing after the first orgasm passed, was driving Lyra to madness.

Before she could recover, much less regain her senses from the first orgasm, another hit. She tensed up her thighs tight around Rose’s face, jamming her marehood harder against Rose’s nose. She was rewarded when her pet’s muzzle was buried so deeply that it started rubbing against her clit, nearly doubling the amount of cum she was ejecting.

Lyra continued to feel more and more lightheaded. The room was spinning, her breathing was rapid, and she couldn’t stop—no, she didn’t want to stop. Lyra laid there, lost in the wave of euphoria, until she felt the most wonderful feeling of all: emptiness.

Lyra passed out contently on top of her prize.

When Lyra awoke she felt snug and safe in a warm cocoon of blankets. She had no idea what time it was and didn’t care. Rarely did she awake feeling this rested. Opening one eye just a crack, Lyra glanced towards her bedroom window to gauge how late in the morning it was. Instead of her window, she saw a dark brick wall.

Shifting in her blankets she opened both eyes, and realized she was in the basement. Her first thought was that Rose might have fed and then left when she passed out. Before Lyra could wiggle out of her cocoon of blankets and truly panic, she felt something shift under the cover next to her.

Lyra blinked twice and looked at two emerald eyes, staring right into hers. “Lyra, good morning. You were so cute when we were done feeding that I wanted to keep you all to myself last night. I hope you don’t mind.”

She smiled, relaxing and sinking back into the fuzzy blanket wrapped around her. “Not at all. That was amazing, Rose, I’ve never felt anything like it!” Lyra yawned, and felt Rose’s lips against her own.

Caught in the surprising kiss, Lyra gasped as a tongue pushed its way back to her rear molars. She then wrapped her tongue around Rose’s, tasting a slightly minty flavor mixed with berry.

When the two broke the kiss, Lyra already felt herself drifting back off to sleep. “Rest, Lyra, I’m not hungry yet.” Rose patted the comforter where her belly was.

Lyra saw the large bulge of her belly and giggled. Despite the two of them sleeping on the floor of a basement, she had never been more comfortable in her life. Lyra closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Rose was wearing an apron and cooking some eggs on the stove. She still didn’t like the smell, but was glad to feed Lyra so that Lyra would feed her.

Over the last week she had finally turned into a true pony. Rose often marveled at her own beauty while in the bathroom showering. She had also begun to fantasize about what a stallion would feel like, playing with herself nearly every single shower.

“It smells delicious, Rose!” Lyra said. She trotted into the room, closing the distance between them to kiss her on the cheek.

“Thanks!” Rose smiled half-heartedly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Rose picked up the spatula in her mouth so she wouldn’t have to talk and started to scramble the eggs.

Lyra grabbed it with her magic, yanking it out of her mouth. “I know something is wrong. Are you still thinking about Earth?”

Rose cringed. To be honest, it had been days since she had thought about it. She still missed her life, yet somehow it seemed more distant. Humans had begun to sound vulgar and crude, and she wondered how she had ever been able to stomach the idea of eating meat.

“It’s not that, Lyra, it’s just. . .” Rose turned to look at her and gave her a reassuring smile. “I spend almost all day in the house. I’ve also never been with a stallion, and I’ve got this warm feeling through my whole body. All I can think about is. . . how amazing their cock would feel inside me.”

Lyra chuckled. “Sounds like you’re going into heat. I could buy a strap-on to fuck you with, that might help.”

“Thanks, but it’s more than just that. I love you and how you feed me but I also wonder why? Why can’t I eat normal food? My belly is so pudgy and I can’t even have a few salads to help lose the weight?”

“Well, I had no idea my cum would change you this much. Would you really want to leave and be a normal pony? An innocent, defenseless mare in a town full of horny stallions—while in heat no less!”

Rose shifted her weight, rubbing her inner thighs together. A soft moan escaped her lips. “N-no, I mean, just a little.”

Lyra’s grin faded, not too happy with the thought of Rose wanting to leave her. “Why don’t we go to the park today? I’ve told some of my friends you moved in with me, might as well let ponies start to meet you.”

Squealing in delight, Rose hugged Lyra. “That’d be great!”

“Let’s go right now!”

Rose let go of Lyra. “What about breakfast?”

“I’ll eat an apple real quick, I don’t want you to be sad.”

Time seemed to blur by due to her excitement. Rose was trotting along out on the street, a smile stretching ear to ear. There were so many new sights and smells, and it felt like the stallions couldn’t take their eyes of her.

Of particular interest was how open the ponies seemed about their sexuality. Granted, it was hard for an aroused stallion to hide it. When a red stallion that Lyra identified as Big Mac caught a whiff of Rose’s scent, the effect was immediate. Rose had to stifle a giggle, then gasped in amazement. ‘Big’ was an understatement, as he could almost scratch his chin with his impressive member.

It had continued like this all the way to the park. Rose smelt a dozen different musky fragrances from a dozen different stallions. Each time, she felt the muscles in her clench and her tail raise itself up, exposing her dripping pussy. It then proceeded to wink, teasing every stallion close enough to see her.

Lyra didn’t fail to notice this either, becoming jealous of how much attention she got. Even in heat, Lyra rarely could get a stallion so aroused by scent alone. Not to mention that her problem with cumming buckets when she orgasmed, it’d been nearly a year since a stallion had penetrated her. Worst of all, Lyra had inspected Rose after the change and discovered she was still a virgin!

It made her a little upset how perfect Rose was, and she hoped Rose didn’t realize this or she might actually leave. The only leverage she had left was the addiction to her vaginal milk.

Rose sat down on a park bench. “Thank you so much, Lyra, it’s wonderful out here.”

“Anything for you,” Lyra said, monotone.

“And all these stallions—can we please invite one over? We could have him fuck me while I’m eating you out, it’ll be perfect! They can pump their seed inside me over and over, while you watch and make me more of that delicious pussy soup!”

Lyra bit her lip and frowned. Really? she thought. Sit and watch you have all the fun? “Rose, I uh. . . think you better not be too eager to get fucked. Am I not pleasing you anymore?”

Rose’s eyes went wide. “What? Well, no. You’re still lots of fun. It’s just getting uh. . . routine, you know? Wake up, milk you. Lunch time, you come home, eat you out. Dinner time, we do a little sixty-nine. It still feels great, it’s just that I want something more.”

“I did so much for you,” Lyra pouted. “My entire savings just to get you here, nurturing you so much, and loving you with all my heart.” She wished she could go back to how things were the first week. Rose had fed like she would die any second and had pushed Lyra to unbelievable orgasms. Now Lyra had started to feel the same: her pussy was more of a teat for Rose to suckle, rather than a delicate flower to be nurtured and pleasured.

Rose leaned over and hugged her. “I know, and I love you for it, Lyra. I just feel like I’m missing out on so much. If there was any way I could repay you for all you’ve done for me, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

A light bulb flicked on in Lyra’s head. “Anything?”

Rose was napping on the couch when she smelt daisies. Opening up her eyes, she caught site of a plate of salad with daisies on top. Next to it was a small cup of Lyra’s juices.

“Good afternoon, sweetie, ready for lunch?”

She licked her lips, sitting up. For the past two week’s Lyra had slowly weaned her off of her cum. Lyra promised to let her do anything she wanted once it was done. Rose had trouble obeying, between the withdrawal and her estrus.

“Yep, I’m ready! Thanks again, Lyra.” Rose began to eat her salad, having gotten used to manipulating things with her hooves. She then took a sip of Lyra’s pussy juice. Rose was careful not to drink it all at once, knowing that as part of her ‘recovery’ from addiction to it, she was only allowed a small dose with meals.

At first, the vegetables continued to taste like sand. However, the longer Rose had gone with smaller doses, the more her sense of taste returned to normal. While the first few nights had been brutal, now she would only start to sweat and feel a little nauseous without Lyra’s marecum.

“So, Lyra, I was thinking about where we can go first when I’m cured! I’ve heard all about Canterlot, and I’d love to visit there first.”

Lyra smiled, stroking her mane and inhaling her berry-scented hair deeply. “Oh, you’re in luck. You’re going to visit Canterlot this very day.”

She spun around, forgetting about her salad. “Really? Today?! Did you—is it a date with a stallion? Can I finally feel what it’s like to get properly fucked?!”

Chuckling, she rubbed her neck and cooed. “Yes, honey. You’ll have a marvelous day. I promise you’ll never have to worry about satiating your sexual desires again.”

Rose hugged Lyra. “Thank you, thank you!”

“I’m going to miss you. You’ll always be my first.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing!” Lyra bit her lip and took a step back, chuckling. There was a knock at the door, and Lyra hurried over there. “Oh, I better see who this is!”

Rose shrugged and went back to eating her salad. Quickly finishing it, she drank the rest of the juice in her glass. She smiled, realizing that Lyra had given her a little extra today.

“Right in here,” Lyra said.

Rose stood up and turned to face their visitor. “Lyra, who is—mmph gahmmph!”

Two stallions, both unicorns, had jammed a large rubber bit into her mouth. Before her first gagged protest was complete, they had strapped it down tightly to her head, locking it in place.

Rose fell to the ground, clawing at the restraint with her hooves. She was unable to remove it. Noticing one of the stallions growing hard, Rose realized this must be Lyra’s ‘gift’ to her. Relaxing, she sat up and gave her best smile through the bit gag.

“Haank mmpou,” Rose said.

“You’re welcome, honey,” Lyra replied.

She waited patiently, eager to see which stallion would mount her and fuck her first. While one unicorn lifted her into the air, the other one tugged her forelegs to her sides. Then, he pulled them slowly over her back. Rose’s shoulders popped gently, before she felt her hooves cuffed together above her spine.

Moaning lustfully, she wiggled her rump around in the air. The stallion set her back down on the ground and Rose felt cuffs enclose her hind legs, locking them two feet apart. She couldn’t turn her head far enough to see the spreader bar. After a minute, she felt a thick collar lock in place around her neck.

Unseen to her was the small flower-shaped name tag on the collar: “Rose Petal.”

Her heart was racing, and Rose’s mind was torn. This was such an incredible fantasy, yet it somehow seemed too real. The way these stallions handled her was like two trained experts. Rose felt herself squirting her berry-scented cum into the air.

When they slid the spreader bar forward, she heard it click to a short chain on her collar. Rose started rubbing her marehood along the carpet, enjoying the friction and soaking the fibers with her arousal.

“Here you go, Miss,” the first stallion said.

Rose looked up and saw the stallion paying Lyra a large bag of bits.

Wait, shouldn’t Lyra be paying them?

“You’re welcome. I promise you’ll be satisfied, and I should have another to sell you soon. I’ve packed a bag with enough of my cum to finish weaning her off of it.”

It finally clicked with Rose’s lust-addled mind that Lyra was selling her as some kind of sex toy. She felt her heart start to beat even faster, and her head got dizzy from her rapid breathing. Thrashing against her restraints, she succeeded in nothing more than jingling the chain on her collar.

One of the stallions was stroking his shaft, having given up on hiding his arousal. “Dammit, I told you to take care of that before we got here,” his partner said.

“Sorry, I tried. . . don’t worry, I know I can’t sample the product.”

“Well, I will gladly help with your problem after she’s loaded up. . . if that is allowed,” Lyra said.

The two stallions looked at each other and grinned. “I don’t see why not. As long as you don’t do that to us.”

Laughing, Lyra shook her head. “I’ve been with ponies before and they didn’t change. They just didn’t appreciate how much cum I produce. I promise you’re safe.”

“Hell, we’ll pay you an extra hundred bits per pony if you make that a standing offer.”

“Deal!” Lyra shouted, jumping up and down in triumph. “Oh thank you, I’ve finally found a use for this curse!”

Rose mumbled in her gag, drooling around it, and begging for help.

Lyra turned and saw her, then walked over and knelt in front of her. She wiped some tears off Rose’s cheeks. “It’s okay, Rose, your wish is coming true!”

She shook her head, tugging at her restraints and doing her best to whimper and appear pathetic to earn her mercy.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Lyra stated. “You were so determined to get fucked by a stallion, and explore the outside world. You wanted to be free of your addiction, to enjoy your new body. . . well, that’s exactly what you’ll get.”

Rose blinked her eyes, clearing them enough to look up at Lyra.

“You see, rent is due and I’ve skipped some potential concerts to spend more time with you. This way, I can pay the bills and you get your wish! You have no idea how valuable a virgin mare with no birth certificate or claims to citizenship is! Nopony but I will know you’re gone, and my friends will just think we broke up!”

She began to sob again, closing her eyes in defeat and refusing to open them.

“Oh, don’t pout. You’re a very lucky huma—I mean, mare.” Lyra touched herself, applying her juices liberally to her hoof. She then reached over and smeared it along Rose’s lips and nose.

Given no choice but to smell and taste her captor’s arousal, Rose calmed down considerably. Her familiar feelings of euphoria arose, but quickly wore off.

Rose continued to sob softly while she was lifted up, and felt herself set down on some foam. Opening her eyes, she saw she was inside a wooden shipping crate. Rose mumbled again, wiggling forward a bit on the foam.

“Oh!” Lyra exclaimed. “This was one of her favorite toys. Since us three are going to be ‘busy’ for a couple hours, and it’s a long trip to Canterlot, why don’t we give her some entertainment?”

The two stallions shrugged. “Go ahead. We’ll get the last piece of foam ready.”

Lyra trotted over and nibbled at Rose’s sensitive ears. She felt a familiar feeling as the slow burn of an orgasm set in. Rose then felt a small metal egg slide just inside the lips of her marehood. Lyra affixed a piece of tape over Rose’s labia, sealing the vibrator inside. She set the small remote control on the foam behind her and set it to random.

The stallions put the large piece of foam on top of her, sandwiching her between the two halves. She was now trapped, and protected, for shipping to the brothel in Canterlot. They began to hammer nails into the crate, which had a picture of potatoes on the side.

Inside the box, Rose realized there was a small cut-out for her muzzle. She could see small gaps between the planks of wood to allow her to breathe, then felt the vibrator kick in.

“Come on, boys,” Lyra said.

Rose heard them walking away and began to struggle and plead for help. They weren’t even in the room anymore, and anyone who saw her would think it was just a box of potatoes.

Emotions flooded over her as she imagined what was in store. Rose had heard of trafficking before. She could wind up chained in a wealthy stallion’s basement, forced to beg for his sperm and spend her nights in strict bondage. Rose could also wind up having her body sold at a brothel every single night to any stallion who could pay.

Despite her anger, fear, and confusion, she was overcome by arousal. Cock had been all she could think about for the last two weeks. Now she would be stuck servicing them for the rest of her life. Would they take all three holes at once? Would she accidentally get pregnant, forced to endure nearly a year of horny, sloppy, pregnancy sex?

Rose was ashamed at how easily her thoughts were arousing her. Becoming a sexual toy should be a bad thing! The low vibrations in her groin weren’t helping her think clearly. She clung to the notion there might still be some hope for her, some pony that noticed her missing.

The egg inside her began pulsing like a heartbeat, buzzing madly in brief spurts. She began to rub side to side against the foam inside the crate. Thoughts of escape vanished, replaced by an imaginary throbbing dick. Her marehood tried to wink, but the tape was sealing it shut. Her clitoris also tried to peek out, but instead just smashed itself against the vibrator.

The bullet switched itself to a cascading effect, going from slow to fast. It would reach full strength, then cut back to the lowest setting before Rose came. Each time it built up, she got a little closer before it stopped. Rose pictured a burly stallion twice her size ramming in his cock, bottoming out and making her squeal in pleasure. She’d be forced further down the mottled shaft of a second stallion, his dick twitching deep in her throat.

Panting and bucking against her restraints without control, the egg finally switched to full power. Rose screamed into her bit gag. The confinement and sensory deprivation heightened her orgasm. She imagined the two stallions thrusting forward, squishing her between them like warm butter. Torrents of hot cum would fill her womb and stomach simultaneously. Her lungs would yearn for more oxygen.

The vibrator was still trapped inside her, pushing on the engorged clitoris and causing the orgasm to continue endlessly. Her fantasy faded as she could no longer focus on anything coherent.

Rose passed out with a goofy grin on her face and a puddle of drool soaking into the padding. For the next few hours she would toss and turn as she dreamt of stallions jamming themselves deep inside her.

Lyra checked her clock. She’d made nearly triple what she had paid Trixie for the first human by selling it to a brothel. According to Trixie, the next human should be arriving any moment. . .

You were sitting at your computer, pants around your ankles and tissues at the ready. An incredible image of Lyra popped up on the internet browser before a blinding flash erupted from the screen.

Rubbing your eyes, you realized you’re not in your chair anymore. You looked around, and realized you are in a basement somewhere, sitting on a pile of bed sheets.

“Hello, human!” Lyra cheered. “I’m so glad you dropped in!”

Rubbing your eyes in disbelief, you’re left with no choice but to pinch yourself. “Ouch!”

“Hehe, silly human. Of course this is real!”

“This can’t be real, where am I?” you asked.

“In Equestria of course!”

You tried to stand up and stretch, only to feel something sharp yanking on your wrists. Looking down, you saw that both of your wrists had metal shackles around them. You traced the attached chains to two eyebolts in the wall.

“What the hell, is this a dungeon?!”

“Shh, don’t worry, my little pet.” Lyra used her magic to clamp shackles onto your ankles, and knocked you onto your back.

Stunned and unable to move more than a foot in any direction, you watched in horror as she climbed on top of you. You could feel warm fluid leaking out onto your stomach, and your dick twitched. This crazy mare was about to fuck you!

Lyra licked her lips and smiled. “Now, why don’t you tell me your name and I’ll feed you dinner.”

Author's Note

Edit: Now with a 72% chance of an alternate ending this weekend!