1. It's a Grower, Not a Shower
You let yourself into Sugarcube Corner using the back door. Tonight you’ll meet Pinkie for dinner and felt like it’ll finally be your lucky night. Ever since appearing in Equestria, your interest in becoming more than just friends is growing every day.
The ceiling is low enough you have to lean down when going through doors so you don’t hit your head. Pinkie has set up a table in the dining room with your dinner: green bean casserole and cupcakes. Lots of cupcakes.
Smiling, you sit down across from her. “You look wonderful, Pinkie.”
“Aww, you’re always so sweet! I’ve had a lot of strange things happen but I never thought I’d meet a real human and end up his special somepony.”
The casserole is delicious and she cooked plenty of it for your appetite. Still, it is hard to keep your mind from wandering towards another ‘appetite’ while you eat. You can’t take your eyes off of that smile, or her two cute eyes. She recounts the story of her day, and how it was up to her and her friends to defeat a villain inside a comic book. Pinkie certainly has a very active imagination, which is part of why you like her. Even your ordinary day to day life seems brighter with her in it.
“You keep zoning out, are you okay?” Pinkie asks.
“I uh. . .” It is time to ask the big question so you smile and put on an air of confidence. “You’re special to me, Pinkie, and I’d like you to share my bed tonight.”
“Aww, we’ve talked about this. I’m not even sure how that would work with a pony and a human.”
Glancing at her, you can picture perfectly well how it would work. She is not much smaller than you if you were to crawl on your hands and knees, so obviously it would be doggy style. “We’ll find a way, I just can’t stand to spend another night alone and cold. . .” You try to give her puppy dog eyes, which isn’t quite as effective as when a pony does it to you. Still, you can see her melt like putty in your hands.
“Okay, I’d hate to wake up the cakes so I guess we’ll go use your bed! Let’s go!”
“What about the dishes?”
Pinkie laughed. “I already did them silly.”
You look around in disbelief, before writing it off as being ‘Pinkie Pie’. “Sure, let’s go.”
It’s hard to focus as you walk back to your small house in Ponyville. You’ve wanted to get with Pinkie Pie since arriving, and it’s finally happen! She pretends not to notice as you eagerly scramble to open your front door and lead you into the bedroom.
Pinkie jumps up on the bed. “Okie dokie lokie, special somepony. I sure you can help me scratch this itch I have.”
She turns and presents herself to you, swinging her tail out of the way. Her ass looks just curve enough to give it a little bounce, with a tight asshole in the middle. Below that is an almost picturesque slit with light pink skin. After a moment of staring at it, you see the inner folds bulge out as Pinkie’s marehood winks at you.
You take your shirt and pants off, and start to remove your boxers and step towards her.
Pinkie risks a glance backward to see the large human about to ravage her, and busts out laughing.
She lands on the bed, rolling around unable to control her laughter. You look around the room trying to figure out what it is. “Come on, what’s so funny? It’s just you, me, and. . .”
Glancing down, you go into denial. No, it couldn’t possibly be. . . I’m not small, I’m well above average!
Pinkie is still laughing and trying to catch her breath, and you’ve had just about enough. “Stop it! What the hell is so funny?”
“Yo—You’re. . . so small!” Pinkie blurts out.
You feel your hands curl up into fists as you simmer with rage. Pinkie was special, you had nearly a dozen dates, you truly felt something for her, and this is how she repays you? She finally takes you to bed to laugh her ass off?
She glances back and suddenly stops laughing. Pinkie’s mane loses its bounce and curl as she sees you standing there with a look between crying and blind rage on your face. “Oh no, I didn’t mean it!”
“Oh really? So my dick isn’t small?!” you shout.
“No, it is, but I only mean it’s not like a stallion!”
“I. . . what? Why does that matter?” You cross your arms and try to control your breathing.
“I mean, I’m a pony, so my vagina is made for a stallion-sized penis. And, well I guess you haven’t seen one, but they’re like the size of my whole foreleg.” She held up her leg for emphasis.
You glance between her leg and your own member, which is about a foot shorter and a few inches less wide. “Oh, so basically we can never ‘make love’ because I’m not some big, burly stallion?”
“That’s not what I—”
“Out!” you shout. “Just get out!”
Now it is Pinkie’s turn to start crying. “Sorry, I didn’t—”
“Go.” You point at the door, closing your eyes until you hear her walk out of the room and close the door. After a minute, you lock the front door behind her and go back to your room, furious and hurt at how the pony you loved treated you.
The next morning you wake up and are feeling much better. Between the good nights sleep and a little time to think, you’re considering giving Pinkie another chance. After all, you are the first human in Equestria, and as well-endowed as you might be, you’re no match for a stallion.
The problem now, is finding a way to give a stallion a run for his money. This will take you more than a penis pump or some blue pills. Perhaps Twilight will have a spell to enhance your member, but asking her would be rather embarrassing.
You decide to go take a shower and just relax in the park for a bit. As soon as you open your door, you see Pinkie sitting on your sofa. Your first instinct is to tell her to scram, but you notice her puffy eyes and the single cupcake in front of her on the coffee table.
“Pinkie?” you ask.
“I’m s-so sorry, please forgive me.” Pinkie looks like she has just walked in out of a rainstorm, and all her hair is flattened against her sides. She looks as horrible as you feel.
“Ah, Pinkie I can’t stay mad at you.” You walk over and sit down across the table from her. “What you said really hurt, but I’m sure we can still make this work out.”
“I baked you an ‘I’m super duper sorry’ extra-special chocolate cupcake.” She nudges the cupcake towards you. “I really do like you, and I want this to work out between us, so will you eat it and forgive me?”
“Yeah, I’d do anything for you.” Pinkie smiles and her posture improves as she begins to cheer up. You love her cupcakes and have never tasted anything like them, so you quickly devour it.
The chocolate icing melts in your mouth, vanishing long before you swallow it. The cake mix is so moist and there are even chunks of chocolate in it. Your stomach felt warm and your skin tingled a bit, but you thought little of it at that moment.
“Thanks, Pinkie, that was delicious.”
By now she looked like it was the happiest day of her life. She was grinning ear to ear and bouncing up and down on the sofa. “Oh I’m so glad you liked it! Now we can sleep together and go on more dates and even have babies!”
“Whoa, slow down, Pinkie. What do you mean? I thought I was too small, and the wrong species. I mean, maybe Twilight knows a spell but I sorta doubt it. . .”
“No, silly! The cupcake! I baked it extra-special and stayed up all night last night! I used a recipe from Zecora that’ll turn you into a stallion! You’ll have a giant penis and we can have sex and babies and date and—oh my, do you still want to be my special somepony?”
Her words took a while to sink in. Suddenly the tingling on your skin became an itchiness as your hair grew longer and more plentiful, covering your body. “I uh, yeah I still love you. Why didn’t you just offer me a cupcake when I got here?”
“Well I wasn’t sure you were ‘the one’, and then Twilight and Zecora were talking about how Humans aren’t like ponies and that I should be careful around you. But then I was like ‘Pinkie, he really does love you to make himself vulnerable like that! You should get a recipe to turn a human into a stallion!”
The hair continued to sprout out of your skin, transforming to a burning sensation. It was spreading quickly and getting uncomfortably hot in the room. “You expect me to believe Zecora had a human to stallion cupcake? I mean, I’m grateful, but that seems oddly convenient.”
“Well, I am a master baker and I had to make a few small changes so it’d work on a human, but yeah! It’ll turn you into a stallion.”
You lean forward and plant a kiss on her cheek, then feel your jaw morph painfully and push forward. Your face is elongating, turning into an equine muzzle. A headache causes you to close your eyes and rub on your temples. Both your hands have started fusing together like melting wax, slowly turning into hooves.
There is a sharp pain in your abdomen, then your groin. You can’t get your clothes off like this, as your newly-formed hooves make it impossible to grasp the belt buckle. There is pink fur running down your legs, and visible above your waist.
“P-Pinkie, why am I pink?” you ask. Your voice sounds off, more childlike and effeminate.
“Oh, well I knew an Italian stallion who was salmon colored once.” Pinkie smiles, though you can detect a hint of fear from the way her foreleg is twitching. “It’s okay, I triple checked the ingredients!”
You scream loudly as you feel a building pressure on your groin, making you want to vomit. Moments later the pressure has passed, making your hind legs twitch in pain. Before you can assess the changes to your groin, you feel the skin tearing at the base of your spine. The beginnings of a tail burst out, pinned painfully inside your pants.
“Stop! Make it stop!” you cry out to Pinkie.
“I don’t know how!”
Both ears slide up your head, shifting your hair out of the way as they go. Your crew cut has turned into a yellow flowing mane, and you try to bat it out of your eyes. You gasp and stare down at your chest, where you feel your nipples sliding down towards your belly. More and more of your muscles begin to shift, almost liquid-like, reshaping your body and adjusting your bones.
The numbness that has taken hold is a small mercy, as you are contorted into the shape of a pony. It doesn’t take long before you realize the change has finished.
Pinkie starts tugging your shirt off, and you lay there panting while she does. Next she helps slide the pants off of you, gasping as she does so. Your boxers come off last, and the cold breeze confirms your worst fear.
“I’m so sorry! I’ll throw a party for this, no wait, Twilight will fix it then a party! And a super-duper I’m sorry party!” Pinkie rambled on and on while she poked and prodded at your flanks. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”
You glance down, rolling onto your back to spread your legs. Where Pinkie had promised you a massive cock, are two thin lips covering your new pussy.
You start to notice how quickly you’re breathing, before passing out in shock.
Sugarcube Corner just closed, and you make your way into the kitchen. It’s been four days since Pinkie accidently turned you into a mare, and you’ve spent them cleaning dishes. There was literally nothing else to do with your free time, since you didn’t want to admit to all of Ponyville that the interesting human was now a boring old earth pony mare. You had gone so far as to move into the Cake’s guest room, so you never had to leave the bakery.
While you struggled to do the dishes with your unfamiliar hooves, you hear Twilight and Pinkie walk into the kitchen. They’re talking softly, but your new pony ears are very good at picking up faint sounds.
You shake the water off your forelegs and wipe them on your apron. Smiling, you trot towards them. “Thank god, Twilight. Please tell me you have good news.”
Twilight frowns and looks like she wants to give you a hug. “I’m sorry. . . I couldn’t find a way to reverse the spell. I asked Celestia, but she doesn’t know of any way either. The recipe Pinkie used turned you into a pony, down to your DNA.”
“Then, I’m stuck like this.” You slump down on the floor, shocked that this is what your life has become. It had all started out so simply and innocent, a lone human in a perfect land. Now you were a mare by the hooves of your special somepony.
“I’ve got to go, but I’ll keep looking. I don’t want to give you false hope, but if I come across anything I’ll let you know. Good night,” Twilight says.
“Night,” you parrot.
After Twilight leaves, Pinkie comes over and helps undo your apron. “Come on, I’ll get the dishes later. I’ll help you into bed.”
“Sure.” You sigh, letting her guide you to the guest room on the first floor. Once she gets you inside, she closes and locks the door behind her. “Pinkie, what are you doing?”
“Shh.” She guides you over to the bed and nudges your rump until you climb up on it. “Listen, I know I messed up but I want to make it up to you. We can still have sex, even if you don’t have a . . . you know. . .”
Smiling, you relax on your side. “Yeah, I guess that would be better than nothing.”
“I Pinkie Promise I’ll find a way to make you happy!”
She jumps on the bed and wraps her hooves around your neck, then plants a passionate kiss on your lips. You just lay there like a stuffed animal for the first minute, letting her cuddle with you.
Pinkie draws back, unable to find a way to get her tongue into your mouth. “Come on silly, I won’t bite.” She tilts her head and kisses you again. Opening your mouth, you feel her tongue glide across your teeth.
You're starting to get into it, when you feel something twitch in your groin and a bit of moisture forming. The unfamiliar sensation ruins the mood before you’ve even considered returning the kiss. Your legs start to rub together as something itches, then you feel a muscle spasm as your groin winks.
“Stop,” you say.
“What?”
“I’m not in the mood.” You push her back and then crawl to the top of the covers. After sliding in you face her, “It’s not the same.” You roll over and curl the blankets up around your neck.
Pinkie sniffles as she leaves, determined that this isn’t over until she has found a way to please you.
The next day seemed to drag on forever. Pinkie and the Cakes had seemed distant, knowing that you would need time to come to terms with Twilight’s bad news. You would be stuck as a mare for the long-haul, and right now all you had was a job at a bakery and a marefriend who was determined to make up for her mistake.
By the time you got to the bedroom you were exhausted. It had been a long day and you had spent most of it being as busy as possible to avoid having to talk about your ‘feelings’.
Pinkie knocked softly on your door, and you sighed. She wouldn’t let you mope forever and if you didn’t let her in now, she’d like throw a party. “Come in.”
The door opened and she closed the door behind her, locking it. She was wearing saddlebags stuffed full. “Hey, mind if I sleep in here tonight?”
“Sure, but I’m not really into the kissing and all,” you state.
“Do you still love me?” She walks right up to the bed and begins to stroke your side as you lay there.
“Of course I do.”
“Do you trust me?”
“After what happened?” You shoot her a nasty glare, but melt as you see her wide eyes. “Yeah, I know you meant for the best.”
“I brought you something to cheer you up.” She pulled a large black object with straps out of her saddlebag. “This is a marital aid, you can strap it on and make love to me! It’ll be just like having a penis,” Pinkie explains.
You groan. “Pinkie, wearing that will just remind me of what I lost.”
“Come on, I can’t stand to see you sad like this. I. . . think I can cheer you up.”
She pulls a smaller dildo out of the saddlebag and begins to strap it onto herself. Pinkie coats it in a lubricant and you can barely believe what you’re seeing. “Come on, how is that better?”
“You said you trust me, so please. This is the least I can do and then I promise you’ll cheer up.”
Even though you are uncomfortable, you could never resist Pinkie when she pleaded. Her eyes would tremble slightly as they watered and she looked so innocent. “You promise to stop if I ask?”
“Pinkie Promise! Now, it’ll be really easy just slide over the end of the bed.”
You smile weakly, shifting position so your hind legs hang over the side and your hooves touch the floor. At the very least, this will cheer Pinkie up and convince her to stop stalking you day and night in an attempt to ‘make it up to you’. How bad can it really be?
Pinkie gently brushes your tail aside and you feel it try to twitch back into place, to hide your marehood. A creeping sensation travels up your spine as you’re not really sure this was a bright idea.
Something cold presses against your marehood. Ever since the change, you would only touch it when bathing or using the restroom. It wasn’t something you wanted to explore, so the odd sensation caused you to flinch.
The small rounded dildo pushed inside slowly, parting the lips and creating a hole inside of you. The sensation was alien and you had to take a deep breath and hold it. You barely resisted calling the whole thing off right then and there.
Pinkie was massaging your shoulders and continued to gently slide on top of you. It was soothing to have her this close. Only a week ago while you were still human, the two of you had spent an hour giving each other massages. The pleasant memories helped your mind wander a bit to happier times.
You snap back to reality as the intruder pushes further in and a bit of pressure builds up. “It’s okay. This’ll hurt a little but I chose my smallest one.” Pinkie rubs a hoof through your mane.
She is referring to your virginity, but you figure it can’t hurt that bad. It’ll keep her out of your hair for a few days at the worst. “Mmhmm.” You nod and get ready.
Pinkie pushes forward, overcoming the resistance and spreading your hips apart slightly as she pushes forward. Something tears, sending a sharp pain through your abdomen, but passes quickly. Her gentle touch and the smaller dildo allow you a small mercy as the pain quickly fades, though you find yourself right back where you started: laying in bed with a mare banging you.
You relax and focus on your breathing, letting Pinkie slowly thrust in and out. The fullness feels pleasant in a way, almost like Pinkie was a part of you that you were missing.
“You doing okay?”
“Yeah, still don’t like the idea but it doesn’t actually feel bad,” you explain.
She slides forward until the dildo is in as far as it can go, and brings her head down next to yours. “Kiss me.”
You turn to the side and peck her on the lips. Pinkie then puts a foreleg behind your head, and begins to kiss you more passionately. She lets you come up for air after a few moments. “Thanks.”
“You still feeling mopey?”
“A little.” You consider telling her honestly how you’re just doing this to shut her up, but quickly think better of it. After all, the fullness and warmth is rather pleasing. Pinkie hasn’t cuddled with you before today.
A long black dildo appears in front of you. “Here, play with this with your hooves. Just rub up and down like this.” She moves a hoof up and down the dildo’s shaft.
“Thanks, Pinkie, but I don’t need you to explain how to rub one out. I’d rather not.”
“Come on.” She slides out, causing your tail to twitch slightly as your body attempts to draw her back in, absent any conscious thought on your part. “You’ll feel better.” Pinkie slides back in, soothing your twitching nethers.
You sigh, running your hooves up and down the dildo like a child bored with a toy. It is larger than the one currently inside you, and very slick. It rubs against the soft fleshy frogs on your hooves, and feels fairly natural. After a moment you catch your mind wandering towards what a dildo that large would feel like inside you, and quickly change the subject.
“Are we done?” you ask.
“No, silly.” Pinkie giggles and squirts something onto the dildo. “Now you need to suck on it!”
“Come on—”
“Nuh-uh! I owe you a good time and I just want you to get in the mood, I promise an orgasm will feel like nothing you could imagine!”
You ponder it for a moment, knowing you could ask her to stop. Yet, she’s already gotten past the worst part of breaking your hymen, and it will buy you a few days without her stalking you for forgiveness. “Okay.”
“Yay!” she gently cheers.
Using both hooves you guide the tip of the dildo to your lips, licking at it like a lollipop. You have no burning desire to shove it in your mouth. However, the liquid she put on it tastes sugary like icing. You recall hearing of flavored lubes, but never imagined you’d be on the receiving end of one.
You try to imagine it is just a large pacifier as you suckle the dildo, letting a couple inches go into your mouth so you can bite down on it. The sugary liquid is delicious, but soon you’ve cleaned it all off the tip. You have to slide it in a little further to taste more of the sugar.
Pinkie pulls out and pushes back in, working the dildo in your pussy in a gentle steady rhythm. She seems to time her movements with your suckling of the dildo, speeding up slowly as you search further down the shaft of the fake dick for the sugary lube.
Images of how ridiculous you must look enter your mind, when you feel a familiar building pressure and warmth in your abdomen. As a man, such a sensation was short lived and followed quickly by orgasm, yet this was different. You forget about the smooth phallus in your mouth as tendrils of energy travel across your stomach towards your legs.
Muscles twitch as the fire being kindled inside you spreads. You feel like clay being kneaded by Pinkie as she speeds up so slightly, letting the friction against your insides build slowly. Despite knowing it shouldn’t feel this good, that it is wrong, you can’t help but surrender to the desire to let go and feel good, even if only for a moment.
You swallow in surprise, realizing you’ve slid the dildo in your mouth as far as it can go. The sweet lube seems to have numbed your mouth slightly, but you don’t consider taking it in any deeper. Instead you run your tongue along it, feeling the small plastic veins molded onto the shaft.
The hairs on your back feel like they are standing on-end, and Pinkie’s hot breath is hitting your ear. She bites gently into your mane, tugging at it while speeding up her thrusting. Her forelegs find their ways over your shoulders until you feel like one body, joined together.
Heat continues to rise and you find it easier to stop thinking, stop worrying, as the pleasure builds inside you. All you know and feel is her body pressed against yours, the beads of sweat forming on your back, and the warmth of the dildo thrusting inside you.
Each time your hips bump together you moan softly, expectantly, as the promised reward grows nearer. Your legs feel rubbery and useless as the warmth turns to a tingling sensation and seems to paralyze you. Muscles are beginning to move of their own free will, pushing back against Pinkie with each thrust. Your legs begin to writhe and dig into the bedsheets.
You feel a sharp tug on your mane as she speeds up. She’s going in and back out so quickly that the friction has built to a slight burning, stoking the fire in your belly past the breaking point.
A deep breath leads to a scream as you feel something snap open inside of you. The blankets do little to muffle it despite your muzzle being buried in them. Every muscle in your body has just contracted at once, then relaxed.
Muscles in your stomach begin to pulse, gripping the dildo tightly and squeezing it in waves. Your body convulses, creating waves of pleasure with each contraction as an orgasm rocks you.
The sound of Pinkie’s heavy breathing fades and your vision begins to fade to white. The fiery pleasure coursing through your veins is quickly becoming all you can focus on. Limbs continue to twitch and your marehood continues to burn as Pinkie’s methodical thrusting prolongs the orgasm.
You can barely take in any breaths, as if suffering from a fit of laughter, while your body struggles against the mind-blowing orgasm. Ever so slowly, you feel control returning, leading you to become aware of the sweaty mess you have made. The cold air is sending a chill into your skin, where it meets the fire still glowing in your stomach.
More than anything, you want to curl up and sleep now. In the morning you can tell Pinkie thanks, and maybe after a week or two you might let her revisit the whole strap-on discussion.
It takes a minute to realize she has pulled out of you and been cleaning up the mess. She helps you onto your hooves long enough to pull the damp bedsheet off and toss a new one on. Folding it down, she helps you into bed and tucks you in.
“Thanks, Pinkie.”
“Are you happy?” she asks.
“Yes. Will you stay with me?”
“Of course!”
Pinkie climbs onto the other side and puts a foreleg over you. “I told you I could make it up to you.”
You nod and let out a wide yawn, before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.
The next few days passed quickly. Pinkie was happier knowing she had brought you some comfort, and gave you more space to sort things out. Your job in the bakery went well and ponies got to know you. The Cakes told everyone you were a relative of theirs, even helping you pick out a name so you could fit in.
You are still trying to sort out your relationship with Pinkie, however. She still visits you nightly, having only given you space for a couple days. She insists you need to get comfortable with her toy collection, not wanting you to have to spend your nights alone.
Tonight marks the third time she stops by, still persistent that you continue to be intimate together. “Hey, Pinkie, how’s it going?”
“Oh, it’s good. Are you feeling any better about this yet?” she asks.
“I’m still not comfortable with playing with all these toys. . .”
“But?”
“Well,” you mumble,” I guess I can’t argue with the results. . . if it means feeling good and spending the night with you.”
“You’ll get used to it, and it’s just you and me! You’re safe here.”
“Well, could we just skip all the playing around tonight?”
Pinkie frowns, giving you a pouting look. “That’s the best part. I even had a special surprise for tonight!” She pulls out a short, wide dildo with bumps on it. Her hoof flicks a switch and it begins to buzz loudly.
“What?!” You blush, not sure she is serious. “I thought the point was for you and me to be intimate.”
“It is, and would you like to put on a strap on and ravage me?” Pinkie asks.
Moaning, you shake your head. “Please, I just don’t want to be reminded about. . . that. I can’t go back, I don’t need to keep thinking about what I’m missing.”
“Well, then there’s only one way for us to make love!”
By the time you glance up from the vibrator, you see she has a brown dildo strapped to her waist. This one is more anatomically accurate than the others. She is busy spreading lube on the vibrator but you can’t stop staring at the strap on. It looks so. . . wrong, yet it is almost a part of Pinkie. It brings a twinge of guilt as you recall this whole mess started because your dick wasn’t that big.
Sighing, you take the vibrator from her and timidly put it down between your legs.
“Hey, it makes you feel good, and that’s all that matters. I want you to be happy,” Pinkie explains.
“I know.” You swallow your pride and push it against your marehood. It parts the lips slowly until the head is all the way in, at which point the lubricated vibrator slides right into place. You flick the switch but nothing happens. When you glance up at Pinkie, you notice she has a remote control in her hoof and a wicked grin.
“Alright, I know you said you didn’t want to eat me out or anything so we’ll stick to toys, but I want you to do something special for me, and give me a blow job.”
“What?” You stare at the strap on between her legs as she sits down, presenting it to you much like a stallion would.
“Just like you did yesterday, only this time it’s strapped onto me, and it’s just a silicone toy.” Pinkie presses a button causing the vibrator to spring to life.
Low buzzing in your nethers causes you to quiver in anticipation. You once used a vibrator as a man and knew how effective they could be, yet having one inside you felt so different. It fills the void in your groin and the vibrations shook your entire stomach. They weren’t high enough to do more than make you antsy and horny.
“Pinkie, that’s not fair,” you whine.
“Shh, I want to make sure you’re smiling again tomorrow.”
The barest hints of a smile form on Pinkie’s face, encouraging you to lean forward. After all, you are both much happier afterwards, so you swallow and grab the dildo, guiding the tip into your mouth.
Once again it tastes sweet like candy from the lube she coats the toys with. This dildo is a bit softer and more fleshy than the hard plastic ones she has been using. It is almost eerily like a real cock, and you’re tempted to spit it out. However, it’s still unnaturally smooth and you’re able to stay focused on the fact that this is just a toy, and you’re just doing it to stay close to Pinkie.
“Good, go up and down steadily and let your throat relax. Don’t try to shove it all in.” Pinkie put her hooves on top of your head and starts to set a rhythm for you, helping you bob up and down.
The vibrator springs to medium, stoking the familiar fires in your loin and beginning your journey to orgasm. You find yourself pushing your ass against the bed to slide the vibrator further inside.
“Very good, work the tongue too and when the moment is right, let it slide into your throat.”
Your tongue finds a ring around the middle of the shaft and you realize from the warmth in your throat that the head was entering it. Surprisingly, your gag reflex seems absent, perhaps because ponies don’t have them. It barely registers just how deep you were taking the dildo until you can’t breathe. Panicking, you back up and nearly pull off completely before Pinkie gently grabs your head.
“You’re doing good, just breathe through your nose between thrusts,” Pinkie explains.
“Mmph mmph,” you say, trying to convey that you weren’t quite comfortable with that.
Before you can gather the strength to break free, she flicks a button and sends the vibrator to a faster speed. In the brief moment that your body went limp and spasms in pleasure, she pushes you back down onto the dildo.
The summit of your orgasm was fast approaching, you’re far beyond the point of no return. As the dildo slides in and out of your throat you fall into a natural rhythm. Once again the worry and doubt fade from your mind, as Pinkie holds you and guides you towards your climax.
The buzzing intensifies until it feels like the vibrations are rattling every bone in your body. You doubt the vibrator could go any faster or harder. The sensitive nerves in your love tunnel are being continuously assaulted. Each spasm of the muscles grip tightly against the bumps of the vibrator; every buck against the bed rubbed them against your inner folds.
While the pressure in your abdomen builds you feel the strap on sliding in and out of your throat rapidly. You’re taking it in almost greedily, as if it was your own long-lost member and you were in Pinkie Pie’s place. The feeling of fullness from both ends is so pleasant and you close both eyes to enjoy the crescendo.
Finally, the dam bursts and waves of pleasure wash over you. The vibrator stays on its high setting, setting blaze to the nerves in your groin. The burning pleasure seems to last hours in those few moments.
Something squirts inside your throat, startling you. Pulling back against Pinkie’s hooves, you feel more liquid spray into your throat. Once the dildo is nearly all the way out, a shot of liquid hits your tongue. It’s the sugary lube from earlier.
With a wet plop, you pull off the end of the dildo. In Pinkie’s hoof is a bulb and she squeezes it, shooting out a little more of the lube. Coughing, you turn to face her. “Pinkie?” You spasm involuntarily as another shiver is sent up your spine from your pussy as it clenches around the vibrator.
“Sorry, sweetie, just a little surprise! It was just sugar water.” Pinkie gives you an innocent smile and you chuckle, unable to stay mad. It helps that the orgasm is fading and with it, your limited stamina. You lick your lips and let your tongue loll out.
You feel Pinkie pull out the vibrator and clean up her toys, before her familiar ritual. She cleans the bedsheet, tucks you in, then cuddles up against you. Your stomach is still toasty warm, riding down the last buzz of the orgasm. Despite her methods, you find yourself mentally thanking Pinkie Pie for ensuring that even after all that went wrong, she is this dedicated to your happiness.
Your days are passing by more quickly now that you’ve gotten used to living as a pony. Pinkie has encouraged you to go outside and meet the other ponies in town, which has improved your mood. Her friends in particular were very understanding, all agreeing not to spread any rumors about how you were the human that vanished a couple weeks ago.
Tonight when Pinkie knocks on your door at night, you’re almost excited to have her visit. Even if it wasn’t what you expected, you still wound up having an intimate connection with her. She opens the door and walks inside.
“Hey, I got you a surprise tonight. Remember what I said about opening up to other ponies? Well, I brought my best friend Rainbow and she Pinkie promised not to tell anypony about our games,” she explains.
Dash peeks her head around the doorframe. “Hey.”
“I’m still not to sure about this, I mean you’re special to me, Pinkie.”
She smiled widely. “And Dashie is special to me. We want to help you open up to new ponies and new experiences, and there’s nopony better than a friend you trust.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do tonight?” Your eyes dart back and forth between them, wondering if the methods really do justify the means. Then again, they are both beautiful mares and obviously care deeply for you.
“Just relax on this stool while we get ready.”
You head over to the stool, kneeling slightly to rest your chest on it. Your tail curls over your ass, hiding your marehood from Dash’s eyes. After a minute, Pinkie comes up behind you and brushes the tail aside, massaging your flanks gently.
“Just take a deep breath and relax,” Pinkie coos.
Before you finish the second deep breath you feel a pressure against your ass, causing you to flinch and try to stand up. Pinkie’s weight keeps you pinned down as something short and round forces itself past your anal sphincter. Seconds later it slides comfortably into place, the largest part now inside you. You realize she has just put a butt plug in an oddly pleasurably fullness without intruding too far inside you.
Pinkie walks around to the front and kneels down to address you. “Tonight will be extra special! You haven’t been a mare very long, but I’ll show you how having two special friends can be better than one!”
“I trust you, Pinkie. . . if you say this is for the best.”
She climbs up onto your shoulders, the large mottled brown dildo hanging from the strap on below her. This is the same anatomically correct one she has been favoring lately, and by instinct you use your forelegs to guide the head into your mouth. Closing your eyes, you focus on the sweet lube coating it and push thoughts of doubt from your mind.
Hooves grab your flank, and you realize it is Dash getting into position. Since you’re already sucking Pinkie Pie, you’re not sure at first what Dash is going to do. Then you feel pressure against your marehood, only now realizing it has been dripping slightly onto the floor.
Dash feels different than Pinkie from the start, pushing in quickly with little foreplay. The didlo is larger than the ones you’ve used before, stretching slightly as it fills you up. The combined pressure of the butt plug and the dildo make you squeal in delight. Dash quickly pulls back, and thrusts forward again, moving her forelegs up around your barrel and gripping tightly.
Your jaw stretches as Pinkie pushes the dildo further in, letting it stretch the back of your mouth. Looking down at the floor you align your neck to let the dildo into your throat. You feel your legs going limp, realizing that’s why the stool is here. You’re pinned in place by the two mares and the strap-ons, with your third hole plugged for good measure.
The building orgasm this time is markedly different. You find yourself sucking enthusiastically on the dildo in your mouth, without any thoughts about your own lost dick. The subtle musk from Pinkie’s arousal is mixing in with her sweat, making you moan delightfully to be this close to her.
Dash is going much faster than Pinkie usually does, and taking advantage of her muscular build. She pulls back until just the head of the dildo remains in your marehood, then rams forward like a piston. Over and over she bucks her hips against yours making large fluid motions with the dildo.
When she really gets into it and starts bottoming out, the pressure from the butt plug and dildo seem to squish your sensitive pussy and clit between them. The electric sensation pulses with each thrust until you can’t focus on anything else.
The two mares continue thrusting into you, as if you were a toy. You’ve become disconnected from your surroundings, feeling only the twin dicks pounding you from both ends. They scrunch you together as they thrust, then pull back. Being like this begins to feel like second nature as the roaring fire in your stomach reaches its peak.
You try to say something, to let her know how close you are, yet your muffled screams of pleasure are all she can hear. The familiar sensation of sugary lube coating your throat, and now your pussy too, sends you over the edge. The didlos seem to be expanding, as if some trick of the mind as your muscles tighten down around them.
Pressure builds as they pump the lube into you, and you find your whole body quivering. Small specks of light begin to flash in your vision as it blacks out, and your mind wanders. Your muscles won’t stop clenching down on the dildo and your belly is still ablaze with energy. You can no longer hear or smell the mares, and you're fading vision is exploding like fireworks.
The feeling of being sandwiched between the two of them pushes the final button, causing you to black out in pleasure.
For the rest of the week, you don’t have any visitors aside from Pinkie, who comes by at night to check up on you. The relationship you two have now was great, mostly due to her knowing all the right tricks to show you a good time.
Today she asks you to bring a friend over again, claiming it will help you open up and embrace your new self. You agree, knowing how persistent she can get, especially because she blames herself for ruining your life. The last thing Ponyville needs is Pinkie running around sad all the time because you refused to let her cheer you up.
Pinkie knocks on the door and lets herself in. “Hi, my friend is here.”
You expect to see Dash walk through the door, but instead a large red stallion does. “Pinkie, is that Big Mac?” You saw him once when he came to the bakery to pick up a cake.
“Yep! Come on in, Macaroni!” Pinkie closes the door behind him.
Big Mac looks as nervous as you feel. He is known to be a bit shy, though not as bad as Fluttershy.
“Pinkie, come here.” Once she came over you begin to whisper. “I’m not comfortable with this, you’ve never asked me about bringing a stallion over! I thought it was just you, me, and toys.”
She begins to rub your shoulders soothingly as you sit on the edge of the bed. “I know you have your doubts, but trust me: a real stallion feels so much better. I’m only doing this because I’m still determined to make sure you’re as happy as can be!”
“Are you sure about this?”
“Of course, and I’ll be right here the whole time. Big Mac is an honest, hard-working stallion and he’ll make all your worries melt away.”
You sigh and nod your head. After all, you’ve spent the last few weeks having Pinkie bang you with various marital aids. She’s going to stay with you, and so far she hasn’t gone back on her word to make you happy, or to stop if you got too uncomfortable.
Pinkie scoots back just a little, but keeps a hoof on your shoulder. You slide to the edge of the bed and put your back hooves on the ground, like you have many times before for Pinkie. She holds one hoof in her foreleg and rubs your shoulder, then gestures to Big Mac.
You can feel him near you, his large body radiating heat from a long day of working outside. He’s built much larger than Pinkie is, and easily steps onto the bed, raising his cock up above your back and laying on top of you.
Before you can ask what he is doing, you feel his teeth nip gently at your ear. Shivers run down your spine as you flick the ear away, trying to evade his teasing. Mac switches, aiming for the other ear and catching it in his teeth.
You manage to get free and look back at him, and are caught off-guard as he leans forward and kisses you. Before you can object or wonder what he is doing, you feel your marehood tighten up. As you wink, you brush against his leg, and begin to smell a bit of musk in the air.
Big Mac manages to softly bite an ear one last time as he backs up, having felt you were ready. Your tail twitches to the side, displaying your curvy pink flanks to him. Pinkie runs her hoof through the yellow mane on your neck to continue calming you.
Another wink happens as you feel something flat push against your cheeks. He’s lining up his dick and you can feel moisture smearing across its head. It feels too large to fit inside, yet he begins to push forward anyway.
Your breathing quickens as your hind legs begin to tremble nervously. Pinkie is cooing in your ear while the pressure builds against your ass. After a moment, the head of his cock slides into place, parting your marehood and lining up to your tight passage.
You can feel the juices trickling down your leg. The heat radiating from his dick is unlike any of the toys you have experimented with. Big Mac leans forward and starts to thrust in slowly, letting you adjust as he pushes inside.
Large hooves come down around your shoulders, taking Pinkie’s place. You can feel Mac’s chest against your back as his cock stretches you to the limit, bottoming out. You’re joined together with him now, feeling like one complete body, and giving a subtle moan of approval.
He begins slow thrusts, pulling out to his medial ring and pushing back in. The pleasant fullness never leaves you as he warms you up. You feel like putty in his hooves, forgetting all your cares and worries quickly. Every inch of his swollen member is rubbing against your insides, hitting every nerve in ways the toys never could.
After every dozen thrusts, he teases you with a few fast ones. Pulling almost all the way out, he’ll ram your hips together and make you squeal. Before the orgasm passes the point of no return, he slows back down, keeping you on the edge.
The fire in your abdomen is burning brightly, eagerly awaiting release. Your forelegs wander around the bed, looking for purchase to help you hang on while he thrusts into you. A hoof hits Pinkie, and you turn your head to the side to look at her.
Pinkie is leaning against the foot of the bed with a large didlo in her hooves. While Mac thrusts into you, she’s shamelessly mirroring his movements and fucking herself. Her moans join yours as she gets off watching you get screwed.
Mac has been paying careful attention to your moaning, gauging your reaction. He can tell you’re on edge. Now he only does six slow thrusts for every six fast ones. You have to take a mouthful of bedsheets and bite down on them. He’s almost taunting you, each cycle of penetrations taking you that much closer to the edge.
Your hooves dig into the bed sheets and you’re panting heavily, covering them in drool. Now Mac is only slowing down for three thrusts for every nine fast ones. You’re getting so impatient that you start trying to buck backwards quickly and reach your edge.
Big Mac puts his weight on your shoulders with his forelegs, pinning you in place. He then takes a mouthful of your hair, using it for leverage as he finally hits full speed.
No longer suffering his teasing from the slow thrusts, you’re left only with the rapid penetrations to fuel your building orgasm. Your tightening muscles cause your hind legs to raise off the floor as he starts moving like a piston, slamming into you and backing out so fast you’re not sure if he is a stallion or a machine.
You feel the familiar clenching as you go over the edge, your pussy tightening down and milking his cock. Big Mac moans in delight as he feels you clamp down around his shaft, squeezing more tightly than he expected. He managed a couple more thrusts before his own orgasm hit him.
Shaking in delight, you feel warm loads hit your insides. Mac pulls back on your mane sharply, burying himself in deeply until he bottoms out and holding it there. The immense pleasure further heightens the climax or your orgasm.
As you writhe in pleasure you’re utterly pinned and hopeless under his body. Your racing heart and the warmth spreading through your body truly is like nothing you’ve experienced before. Even the growing pressure as his seed is pumped inside of you is a welcome addition to the afterglow you are basking in.
After a few minutes of enjoying his embrace, you feel him pull out. Some strands of his semen splash onto your hind legs, and a little starts to drip out of your marehood. You’ll definitely need a bath, but first you suppose it’s time to thank your guest.
“T-thanks, Mac, P-Pinkie,” you stutter.
Pinkie is breathing heavily as she puts her dildo away, unable to hide her smile. “But Mac isn’t done yet, I think the best way to ‘thank’ him is to finish him off.”
“Oh, okay.” Your tail flicks to the side as you get your hooves back on the floor.
“No, silly, like we’ve been practicing! With your mouth!”
“What?! Pinkie, that’s gay!” you complain.
She crosses her hooves. “Now that’s quite a stereotype. Come on, wasn’t that the best orgasm ever? Don’t you want to make Big Mac happy too?”
You glance at Pinkie, then back at Big Mac. He has a stupid smirk on his face that you find endearing. It’s innocent and shy, with barely one corner of his mouth raised almost as if he isn’t sure whether to be happy or not about the sex he just had.
“I, uh, you’ll stay, right?” You turn to Pinkie.
“Of course, I’ll help you through it. Now, sit down, Mac.” Pinkie walks over to him and takes her place at his side.
You get to your hooves and climb off the bed, standing near Big mac and staring in shock at his member. It looks larger than it felt, and it felt like someone was sticking their entire leg inside you.
The mottled brown member has red splotches on it, and a furry sheath that matches his coat. You're impressed by the size and get in place in front of him. The way he sits down causes his dick to jut out at an angle from the ground, making it very easy for you to blow him.
You take a final glance at Pinkie, who smiles and nods. Her presence has always been reassuring so you push the final doubts aside and lick the tip of his cock tentatively. A bead of liquid drips out of his urethra after you lick it, and his cock twitches.
“Run your hooves gently down the side,” Pinkie instructs. “And enjoy the head while you get him ready.”
Glancing at his member, you figure he is plenty ready. Still, you run both hooves down the side, rubbing the loose skin up and down around the meat of his cock. The head is just small enough to fit in your mouth without hurting your jaw. Sucking on it causes a little salty fluid to come out, which you quickly swallow. It’s not bad tasting, so much as it’s not the sugary lube you’re used to.
As you continue to rub, you swirl your tongue around the head, coating it in saliva. The skin along his shaft doesn’t feel as loose anymore. Looking down, it appears his cock is sliding a little further out of the sheath. It appears he was at half-mast before you began to play with his dick.
The next step is likely to go deeper, but you glance to Pinkie for support. “Good work,” she says. “You’re setting the pace. Too fast and he won’t get to enjoy it for long, so take your time going down.”
Nodding slightly, you swallow and lean forward. His shaft pushes past your lips and his head bumps into the back of your throat. You tilt your head down, repositioning his dick slightly, and take a couple inches into your throat.
You’ve grown used to the stretching feeling of your throat and spend a moment sliding your tongue along the underside of his dick. You can feel his urethra, soft and spongy while surrounded by thick meaty cock.
To fit him all in, you start going down a few inches then back an inch, slowly sliding deeper and deeper onto him. Occasionally, you start over from the head and work your way back down. Each time you manage to make it a little further before coming up for air.
You feel a bump pass your lips, and see that you’ve passed his medial ring. Just over halfway down his length, you’ve already taken in more than most of the dildos Pinkie owns.
“Now, tug gently at his balls as you go down. Listen to his breathing, his moaning. You’re in control of when he comes, he’s your plaything now, and you want to make him as happy as possible,” Pinkie instructs.
You nod, suddenly feeling like you need to prove to Pinkie that you’ve been paying attention these past few weeks. Big Mac’s testacles are covered in wrinkly red skin and you grab them softly in your hooves.
You pull the skin tight and hear Big Mac moan. As his balls are tugged on, the skin of his shaft also becomes taut, changing the feel as it slides past your lips.
His breathing is getting faster and you begin to bob up and down half his length. Each time you go down you go a little further, making your goal to fit the whole dick in your throat. When you pull back you let go of his balls, and when you dive down his shaft you pull them tight so his dick glides down into your throat.
You can hear him moaning as if he is biting his lips and trying to hold on. You’re nearly to the base of his shaft and decide to make him come just as you bottom out. His muscular cock twitches in your throat and you can almost feel the veins bulging out of it.
Finally you take a deep breath, nearing the base of his shaft, and then pull his scrotum tightly. You slide down the shaft, salivating as his dick fills your throat. With a bump, you hit the bottom and feel his balls get tugged out of your hooves.
His dick pulses and you feel two hooves latch onto your head. A bulge travels through your lips, and you feel it push against your tongue. It then stretches your throat slightly as it slides down. No sooner does that load enter your throat, you feel another pass your lips, then another.
Big Mac holds you there as your throat spasms tightly around his member, and loads of his sperm are pumped into your stomach. You lose count around the twelfth load, getting light headed. You reached out for Pinkie, but can’t find her.
A moment later, you feel someone tap Big Mac’s foreleg and he releases you. You come up desperate for air, but stop before he pulls out completely. After taking a large breath through your nose, you grab his dick with your hooves and start sucking on the flared head of his dick. This time you count six more loads, your gentle suckling helping get every drop out of him.
Once you’re satisfied he has no more, you let him go. Already his cock is vanishing back into his sheath, hiding the massive toy you just finished playing with.
“Well, Big Mac, was she the best mare ever?” Pinkie asks.
“Eeyup.” He smiles and you can’t help but smile back.
A small burp escapes your stomach, reminding you what you just ate. Shortly after you yawn loudly and glance with longing at the bed.
“Oh yeah, she’s sorta a light-weight. We better let her get her sleep,” Pinkie explains.
You slump over, exhausted and staring at the bed. Despite wanting to crawl over, you lack the strength. Something about the lingering after-glow of an orgasm always leaves you feeling warm and weak, like melted chocolate.
Two muscular hooves scoop you up, and you smell the familiar scent of Big Mac. He effortlessly places you onto the bed and pulls a cover over. You’re out cold before Pinkie tucks you in.
Three Months Later
The sun is high in the sky and the heat would keep most ponies indoors. You’ve been enjoying the sun lately, however, and spending most days out on the porch of your new home.
A glass of ice-cold lemonade sits on the table next to you, as you recline in a lawn chair. Lemonade was an old favorite of yours, and Pinkie had been more than happy to bring you some on her visit.
“Hey, how are you doing?” Pinkie asks.
“Wonderful, I really can’t thank you enough,” you reply.
“Aww, that’s what friends are for! So, how are the babies?”
You glance down at your stomach and rub it with a hoof. Inside your belly are two twins, a miracle of life given to you by your special somepony, Big Mac. “They’re great. I’m past the morning nausea, and the marriage ceremony should be in a month.”
“Are you gonna raise them on the farm?”
“Of course, Apple Bloom is really excited to have cousins on the farm,” you state. “Big Mac and several other stallions from town will be expanding the farm house soon, adding on several rooms. He’d like us to have plenty of room to keep living here.”
“That’s great news!” Pinkie takes a long drink from her lemonade. “So, where’s Mac?”
“He’s plowing the south field. A hard day’s work like that is just perfect though.” You lean forward to whisper to her. “He’s so much better in bed when he’s worked up a good sweat.”
Pinkie giggles, before refilling her glass.
“I mean it, too. At first i was upset that you turned me into a mare, but you never quit. When I wasn’t sure and doubted all the things you were doing to make me happy, when I didn’t want anything to do with sex, you never gave up.”
You take a sip of lemonade before continuing. “Pinkie, you really made me comfortable in my new body, and made it possible for me to have a life, a real life, in Equestria. I’ll never be able to repay you for what you’ve done.”
Pinkie was nearly-bouncing in her chair and smiling wide, like she was about to burst. “Aww, that’s all the thanks I need. That, and a smile!”
Laughing loudly, you smile and open your arms. She takes the invitation and hugs you. “You’re the best, Pinkie.”
