In which weird fetish stuff happens.
Prince Blueblood. The original Equestrian heartthrob. His rock hard muscles, dominating personality, and classical good looks make him the object of adoration for the straightest of stallions and the gayest of mares.
I can't stand him.
My name is Zephyr. I'm a pegasus assigned to be his personal bodyguard. I hate him so much.
So today, I'll be taking matters into my own hooves. I snuck into the palace infirmary, more of a hospital really, and swiped a bottle of female hormones from some tranny servant finally making the switch. S/he'll be fine, I'm sure of it. Anyway, he ordered me to use my four years of hard training, working well beyond the edge of endurance to become a well-oiled fighting machine that exists solely to protect the land of Equestria, it's citizens and rulers from threats both foreign and domestic, to make him a cup of tea, which he noted tasted oddly 'female'.
Cute.
It's been a few days, and the effects seem to be having some sort of effect on him. He's quieter, more reserved. His eyes linger a second too long on the guardstallions, and a second too little on the palace maids. And last night I swear I saw him reading Playgirl! Of course, he hid it as soon as he saw me watching, but worry not, I swear to remove his shame through the wonders of chemistry!
I got him a nice pink dress today. It's rather plain, but tight enough that anypony can see the pudge growing over his rock-hard abs.
I couldn't let him wear it to the gala, of course. He was so sad, but I made up for it by promising to get him a nice big cake if he could wear his old suit one last time.
As I suspected, a mare took it upon herself to seduce my little Princess. You'd never believe who. Exquisite, or something like that, the element of Generosity! Hell, I was in training when Princess Luna returned, you think I had the time to memorize everything in the news?
You should've seen him, spurning her like that. So strong, so in control... But that's changing. He's afraid to get dirty. That's good. This little piggy cleans up well.
Check out his crotch- Time was he had a respectable 19 inches, a proud post from which a flag could be hung. I got a good look at it today...
"I need you," he said, and bent over. God, I love how the little drips of sweat on his backside glisten in the light, but I couldn't lose focus now. Had to string him along, that's the only way to make a bitch, my dad always said. Of course, he was referring to the sex slavery racket he ran down south, but the same principles apply.
My boy Blue just sat there, whining for sex while his little prick quivered. It's the size of a fountain pen now, the blunt tip barely visible beneath his burgeoning belly.
I lapped up the tiny drop of pre, and ran my tongue across his golfball-sized nuts in just the right way, his penis shuddering as he quickly cums. Only a few drops, not even a mouthful. It's not even that warm.
I remove myself from his crotch, and he climbs uneasily to his hooves. He's still shaking. That orgasm must've been better for him than it was for me. Oh well.
I'm especially proud of his ass. It's like a couple of basket balls pressed up against each other, and he always keeps it clean and tidy. I just love the little squish where the fabric of his taut panties meets bare flesh. Drives me wild.
The paunch of his belly has grown into a full-fledged gut, hanging below his knees and jiggling when he walks. It's almost hypnotic. Might need to test that on some guard sometime.
I bought some red polish for his hooves. Probably doesn't taste very nice, but so what? He's so submissive now he probably wouldn't understand if I licked his pwitty widdle hoovsies.
His cheeks are big and plump, obscuring the bottom edge of his vision with the white chub. He follows the same ridiculous beauty conventions as always, carefully applying blush to obscure the real blush that forms whenever somepony lays eyes on him.
His golden locks have grown to his shoulders, so I decided to braid them to keep them in order.
Speaking of ponies laying eyes on him, the Captain of the Royal Guard, Shining Armor, came bursting in the other day, eager to tell my dear Blubberbutt about his recent engagement. He was surprised by the sight of his old acquaintance daintily sipping a protein shake, but he settled down and the two of them had a nice tea party. I only added a little estrogen to his cup, but I think I saw his magic flicker pink for a moment. Must research this further.
Shining has been visiting more and more often lately. I've made sure to keep a close eye on him, always spiking his drink with enough hormones
It's in his higher pitched voice, in the way he struts his hips when he walks, how he hesitates a little before kissing Cadence. Best of all, I think he and Blueblood have been building up... A rapport, one might say.
"Oh Blue," Shining coos with a bat of his fake eyelashes, "Would you like another scone?"
Blueblood has, by this point, devoured six of them. His flabby chest is coated in crumbs and little spills of butter. I almost feel like encouraging it, but let's face it, there's more to life than slobs! I'm pretty sure, anyway. Like sissification. I have a boner now.
"Shining, I would love one," Answers our hero, cheeks juggling as he speaks. I love the girly tone he's taken lately, it's so much nicer than that deep, dare I say it, hunky voice he once had.
A knock on the door interrupts my reverie.
Today, as I go to answer the door, I feel brave. I feel strong. I feel like I could defeat Princess Celestia, Luna, Cadence, and their personal bodyguards all on my own, and it's all thanks to my brilliant scheme.
As soon as I turn the handle, the door slams open and I, your humble narrator, am plastered against the wall. From my uncomfortable perch, I am able to hear the exchange going on just in front of me.
"Shining, we're engaged! How could you?!"
So here we stand. A fat girly Prince, a flamingly homosexual captain, and an angry alicorn princess upset about her fiance's unfaithfulness.
"You know I would've been supportive if you wanted to include him! What is it? Am I too old? Am I just not exciting you the way I used to? I can change, anything for you, I'll-"
Shining sips loudly from his cup before replying. "I... Cadence, it's not you, it's me. You see... I'm gay."
At this point, the door has mostly swung closed, and I am able to pry myself off of it and flop quietly to the floor. This is getting so good, I wish I had popcorn!
Shining just sits there, staring into his teacup. "I guess I always have been, and it does explain a lot. I mean, I joined an organization comprised entirely of muscular, sweaty stallions..." He drools a little, but quickly shakes free, "And it took Blueblood here to show me who I really am."
Cadence stood in shock as he continued. "The engagement is off. I'm sorry. But me and Blueblood have something special, and... Well..." Shining blushed, turning towards his fat friend and looking him deep in the eyes.
At this point, two things happened. One, Shining and Blueblood kissed. Two, Princess Cadence exploded.
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I'm awake, apparently having been unconscious for some time. I can't move, being tied to a rock will do that, and am completely stripped of my armor. In front of me stand Shining and Cadence, both looking rather irritated, and over to my left Blueblood stands next to something big covered in a tarp. Even now I can't help but stare at his perfectly formed body, the flabby deposits on his arms, his pouting lips... Then Shining speaks and ruins it all.
"Lieutenant Zephyr, Royal Palace Guard #3251996, you are sentenced today to forced feeding until you are immobile. You have been given certain drugs to make this as quick and pleasant as possible. The crimes of which you are convicted are as follows: Mind alteration of an unwilling pony, forced feeding of a member of Equestrian royalty-"
Cadence touched Shining's shoulder, motioning him to stop. "Shining, this isn't exactly a formal punishment."
"Yeah, but it just doesn't feel right doing this to him. Remind me again why he isn't being criminally tried?"
"Because I like poetic justice."
"Ah. Good enough for me," Shining responds, before grabbing a rubber tube in his pink aura and shoving it down my throat.
I guess those drugs suppress my gag reflex, or I'd be choking right now. Princess Cadence's horn glows, and the tarp is lifted to reveal a gigantic tank marked 100% Pure Lard, and a smaller one next to it marked C18H24O2. After six months of seeing it, I know this is the chemical symbol for estrogen. Dear Celestia, they're not...
Shining leaned over to Cadence's ear. "Cady, while we're waiting for him to fill up, what if..." Her eyes widened, darting from Shining to Blueblood, who was busily struggling to turn the wheel on the tank. My treatment reduced his muscle mass considerably.
Finally, she smiles a sly seductive smile, and whispers back to Shining. If that blush is anything to go by, I think she may have turned him bi. Damn, now they'll probably breed.
With a thunk, Blueblood finally manages to turn the wheel on the tank, and I almost immediately taste something really sweet, like, cotton candy juice or something! Gosh, I sure do like cotton candy... I can feel my throbbing erection dying down... Or... Shrinking... This becomes apparent as i exhale a muffled cry with the first of many powerful orgasms. That semen I'm losing... Probably won't regenerate.
As my mind slips away, I can't help but wonder what the future has in store for me. Prison? They'd mop up the floor with a big, dumb sissy. Exile? I don't wanna be a griffon's bitch! They've got barbed dicks! But these thoughts are useless. There's no escaping my fate. As my mind drifts away, I only hope... That I'll be pretty...
Author's Note
Think this is bad? I'm still working on Fattyville, and the next chapter of that is EVEN WORSE!
