Surprise! You're Engaged!

The haze left my eyes, leaving me to stare at a ugly gray stone room. A few of the walls had sconces, but most were simply under lit, leaving my eyes to strain against the dark. I crinkled my nose as a dozen foul smells assaulted it, and to further horrify me there was a damp feel to the air.

I felt Gilda's feathers before I saw her, but she looked kind of cool in the dark. Nonetheless, she looked similarly uncomforted by our environment. It was comforting knowing that I wasn't the only mammal feeling uncomfortable.

I need a thesaurus. That last thought had wayyyy too many "comfort"s in it.

All at once a trio of unicorns appeared, err... three Fleurs de Lys lookalikes appeared. I gave them a second look after wiping away the grime from my eyes, but unfortunately they still appeared to be clones.

Wait... why haven't I needed glasses yet? I used to have shit vision, livable, but still shit. Why had everything been so clear?

Do gender swaps come with laser eye surgery? I had come out slimmer, maybe Celestia edited more than my looks?

Gilda looked similarly confused, but probably about the clones, not my eyesight.

"Ahh, it seems we've left on our disguises." One of the lookalikes uttered, and there was a small fluttering light. When my eyes regained their night sight, I saw three unicorns of varying height and size. Slowly the details returned.

The far left was still Fleur de Lys, unchanged by the light. The second was the familiar Lyra Heartstrings. The final was...

Was...

No fucking way.

It was an alicorn of scarily familiar colors. Her mane of red, her eyes stark blue, and her coat a fine snowy white. Her... she had fangs, a horn, wings, and a cutie mark I remembered, for I had made it. Every inch of it. The colors were more vibrant than I remember.

Before me was Cute Scribble, matured and vampirized. I looked again, and her mane seemed to flow, and I realized that its color was far deeper in perception if not fact, if that made sense. Did it make sense?

I looked back to the first two, and was confused to see worry and frown lines on Fleur, but Lyra wasn't touched by time yet.

I looked back to Gilda, I realized with a sudden surety that she was perhaps as young still as the show had depicted her.

I was in my own verse, but this was nothing like my verse! How the fuck does that work?

Where was Fantasi? Where was Scribble's girlfriends?! Nothing was lining up! It was like a AU of my AU!

"Ahh, it seems realization strikes." The familiar lyrist announced. Scribble nodded in agreement. "Yes, much information is lost in the rift between our worlds. You may wish to seriously reconsider your expectations." She councilor further.

I knew not what to say. Strangely Gilda did not suffer from that problem.

"What do you dweebs want from my fiancée?!" She roared, I think she was pissed off because she had no idea what was going on.

"Simply put, we wish to give her a makeover!" The one still looking like Fleur shouted exuberantly. Gilda untended, but her face became even more confused. Lyra and Scribble both facehoofed, but neither corrected her.

That was a bad sign.

"I'm afraid that Fleur's... simple explanation isn't far too off. We must discover more about pysiology, and the fastest way is dissecting Alex here." Woah woah WOAH! Since-

"When does disection mean makeover?!" Gilda demanded, furious and defensive. Scribble and Fleur now face hoofed. It was like watching the three stooges.

A card was levitated up to my eyes, and I took hold of it.

'What Lyra meant to say is, that we are making you into a pony, temporarily. We shall examine very closely the transformation and use the changes as a way of discovering how we are different.' I turned the letter over to see if there was more, but that was it.

That... made more sense. I passed the note to Gilda. A dawning realization struck her too.

"Now let's begin!" WAIT wa-frick! I-

It was like waking up as a girl, but the weirdness and disconnection from my own body was tripled. I, knowing what had happened, refused to panic. I knew what would happen when my triply heavy eyes opened. I would see a pony, me.

My curious nature overtook my sanity. My eyes flew open. To my deep regret, my fears were confirmed, and a furry snout confronted me with great animosity.

I was a pony.

"Finally! We waited forever for you to wake up!" The now familiar voice of Fluer announced with much eagerness. I momentarily worried that Gilda was worried, but a loud thunk of, or of what I suspected to be, a hoof striking a pony's head assured me that Fluer had been exaggerating.

The next sense that was affected was touch. Something was pressing against my lips...

I was being kissed? Was-

It wasn't Gilda. The FUCK?!

I pushed away and tried again to focus on the ...white and... red ... Scribble? Why was I kissing my OC. Err, what was she doing kissing me?

My pony eyes focused on something moments later, another note.

'You write very sweet things about me, and my moms." I... umm...

How does one take a compliment from their OC? Is that considered self praise? Is that vanity?

I felt a wing around me. Gilda was here, had seen that, and appeared to be totally cool with it.

"Hey babe, never knew you were polygamous like the ponies." I... polygamous?! Scr-ohhhH!

I decided for Scribble's sake (and admittedly the possibility that I might fall in love with someone besides Gilda, afterall the marriage was arranged) to not correct Gilda, and I turned.

I stopped my eyes at a mirror, large and elegant. The pony in the mirror was... me. It was a pony version of the female version of me, versionception? It had short brown hair, in a cute and unkempt pixie cut, its eyes were a bright (and according to others) beautiful blue, and its coat was a dirty white. I was a bit put off by the fox ears, but thankfully the tail was regular... for a pony.

I'm not sure I could bare to flash the whole world my goods, even if they weren't technically my original goods.

I blushed and turned away from the mirror. I hadn't really seen my female form yet, and seeing myself as a really cute pony had really got me interested in examining myself when I was human. Which was a tad ironic, but I cast such thoughts aside when a familiar beak nipped at my ear.

"Dat ear!" She whispered, stunning me into a confused silence. How on... Equiss did she know that phrase?! Why was I so warm?

I was prevented from asking the first question by a wing and a shush. She effectively pinned me with that one wing.

"Now, my cute little mare. You are going to sit here while the nice lady makes you all good and pretty, ja?" What's with the Swedish?... Wait what did she say?

The hairbrush came out of nowhere! It struck like a snake, and left me unable to move, much like a snake's venom. Each step of what could only be a transformation, was another step deeper into pain. In the end I was left breathless, and far much more severely, on my back. I made to roll to my hooves, but Gilda trapped me with just a wing.

"Naow, let's get a look at you." Gilda announced with a menacing, but hollowly so, tone. Like a kid playing a pretend villain.

"I need an adult?" I stated meekly, hoping to at least confuse her.

"I am an adult." Fluer countered with a cold chill traveling up my spine. These ponies were scary good at catching my references, or at least not being confused by them.

What was with the meme talk anyway? I sure as fuck didn't talk like this normally. Was the absurdity of the situation making me a little crazy?

Probably, but that hardly explained why my mind settled on meme talk. Still, better meme talk than newspeak.

Gilda teasingly began to rub her wings against my new fore and back legs. Despite myself, I began to discover myself making soft murmurs at the sensations. It was really confusing having her be so gentle after what she did last time. Not that this was bad, it was just so new! No one had really stroked any part of me like this...

In either sense of the word, perverts.

"I'm glad to see that your sweet cheeks haven't lost their bounce." Gilda, hopefully, joked. That hope was dashed on the cruel rocks of reality when Gilda's right claw smacked across my rear, but just short of a painful slap. To my further despair, the cooling sensation afterwards began to increase my gentle moans.

"This is so hawt!" AHH SHIT! I totally forgot there were ponies watching me. W-why wasn't Gilda stopping?!

"Mmm, it seems my little pony is eager to perform." Gilda whispered into my ear, and suddenly two very familiar claws pressed between my legs. "Aww, look at how wet you are, you cute little thing you." Gilda teased remorselessly as my mind fuzzed over.

Then there was a creak from behind.

"HOW DARE THEE IGNORE OUR ORDER!" The horrifically familiar voice of Luna roared from behind Gilda. I felt the fuzz in my head divebomb into the icy cold waters of HOLY SHIT I'M AWAKE! and then... there was silence.

"Princess... I was kinda just soft fucking her." No Gilda, NO! "We didn't directly break your order." There was a furious snort, which could only come from alicorn size lungs.

"If that's how things are going to be, then I will just have to teach her here and now." Luna ominously announced.

"I need an adult." I whispered gently.

"I am an adult." Luna replied in an icily tone. I could feel a blizzard traveling down my spine. Unfortunately, she was probably right.

There was a soft flap, as if wings lifting up a large bird. Then everything went purple, except for one pink splotch.

"Now, the first and most important part of pleasing your mistress is to obey, but it would be better if she taught you that." I- "Now, I'm going to lower my hips, and you are going softly lick my labia majora. You do know what a labia majora is, don't you?" Luna asked, her tone still in the glacial temperatures levels. I, having gotten the talk from a man who knew what not getting the talk did, knew exactly what each fucking part of a vagina was. Ironically, I'd seen less of it at my age than he had at 17. I nodded, not wanting to anger the princess, and deciding that truth was better than being banished to the moon.

"Good, now begin!" And that was the only warning I got before her pink folds grew in my field of view, until I had to close my eyes to keep out the gentle flow of juices. "I don't feel licking!" Taking one last breath of air, I gently leaned up my head and did what I was told. The taste was weird, but I'd been expecting that.

"Miss Gliding Dagger, please inform Alex that I find her performance less than satisfactory." Luna laughed, but with a sinister undertone. Having no clue what she meant, I was completely unprepared for the familiar sting of a claw slapping across my backside. I, getting a clue, pressed farther into the soft under-furred flesh above me, desperate to please so that she would not ask Gilda to do that again.

Unfortunately, I was still doing something wrong, and with one word another surge of pain came from behind me. I began to pick up my pace, but a new and dangerous obstacle impeded my work.

Just as I was about to reach the labia minora, Gilda's talons again pressed into me. They drove the focus from my mind like a tsunami, and left only a mess of fuzzy thoughts. I found my movements becoming rougher and far less refined, but Luna just pressed down farther onto my snout. I felt my body slowly becoming slick with sweat, and the rough thrusting of Gilda's bird fingers in and out of my jewel slowly pushed me back, and into Luna's waiting hips.

"Now, move in closer, begin to spread out your attention." Luna ordered, and at that second there was a shiver from the lips above and a soft increase in the amount of girl-cum gently running along her legs and my tongue. Its taste was different, but apparently I hadn't experienced enough, for I couldn't find another taste to relate it to. Nonetheless, I found it strangely filling to drink. and I pressed even further in, towards the middle.

I accidentally discovered a small round button, but being fully prepared for by The Talk, I immediately latched onto Luna's hot little clit with my lips, and gave it a quick and rough suckle. Luna shuddered violently above me, and immediate feed back was given in the form of a gentler, strangely pleasurable jolt of pain from below, and the feed back was reinforced seconds later by a pair of lips that had never touched me before.

A sudden surge of maddeningly intense pleasure flooded through my body, and I seemed to lose complete motor control. My tongue now was useless, but Luna ignored this and suddenly pressed down with a great force, I suddenly found myself unable to breath as my whole snout was pressed inside of her. The lips and talons below doubled their movements, I found myself unable to breathe at all, but this fuzziness blended in seamlessly with the feelings of sex and pain.

The hips on top of my snout were thrusting, filling my nose with girl-cum, and leaving me defenseless against the final assault below, as the rate of spanking, fingering, and licking seemed to triple without any regard for my sanity. I found a great wall inside of me shatter, and my body convulsed as what I could only describe as a goddess given orgasm rocked my small form mercilessly.

Gilda and Luna held me too the floor as I experience a first orgasm for the third time in my life. Gilda kept her talons in me while holding onto one of my legs, while Luna just used her weight to keep me trapped. Regardless, I thrashed and screamed as the tremors became shudders, and finally I was left still and gasping on the floor.

"Good! Now, show Gilda what you've learned. Poor dear has been waiting far too long." Luna ordered in a much softer tone than before, and I found a soft glow surrounding and rejuvenating me.

My eyes refused to focus, but I could hear Gilda chuckle awkwardly.

"Sorry Princess, but I couldn't really hold myself back." Gilda apologized, but I'm not sure what for.

"Fine, but you are forbidden from pleasuring her or vice versa until I'm satisfied her lessons are complete." Luna ordered, and it clicked in my mind what had happened.

Gilda had fingered herself while her other claw fingered me.

So hawt.

I wish I could see this!