"It tore its own head off!"
I wandered down the cold Canterlot street, my cello pulled along in a small cart. It wasn't a particularly cold night, the kind of night just before winter, but right after a cool autumn day. I stopped on the sidewalk, looking up at the dark night's sky. "Hmm...."
I turned to the street, looking around and spotting a small apparel store in the distance. A quick thought pasted through my mind. I could pick up a scarf, or a shoal, or at least a throw of some sort for the coming winter. I looked up to the sky, watching a comet streak by. I took it as a nice, peaceful sign, and started slowly walking towards the shop.
The sky was buzzing with wisps and streaks as burning embers zoomed above me. It was breathtaking, captivating, and growing more and more intense as time marched on. Little by little I slowed my pace, enjoying the display. "Absolutely amazing-are those getting closer?"
A bright blue shooting star seemed to be growing brighter and brighter, little by little spitting out a white flame. I started to panic as it became obvious the object was hurtling towards me at an insane speed. A loud woosh of air broke the night's stillness, followed by a, phoam, as an orange cloth popped out of the object.
"A parachute!?" I screamed, running to cover. "That's--" I was stopped as the object slammed into the store I was heading to, knocking me back and sending my cello's cart into a wall, taking me along for the ride. I slammed into a wall, ribs breaking as I fell to the cobblestone streets.
The smell of dust filled the air as I laid sprawling on the ground, trying to force myself upright and onto my hooves. I proved unable, slowly looking my legs over and finding a bone fragment jutting through my knee. I laid down, forced to wait for either death or aid. I could feel cinders landing on my coat, burning holes in it and searing my skin. My vision was blurred, even with the bright fire that had erupted from the building I could barely see. My bones were shattered, my body was broken, and I could only sit there and wait for some outside force to act and save my life.
And as if from a storybook, a bright white stallion stood over me, staring down at my battered body. I tried to speak, only managing a breathless squeak as my lungs filled with blood. The stallion leaned over me, plucking me from my harness and bringing me upright. My stomach churned as it became apparent it wasn't a stallion, it wasn't even a pony. It was a strange bipedal creature with rubber skin and plastic joints.
I started panicking as it lifted me up, staring into my eyes with a wild gaze. It was faceless, two bright red eyes the only feature. It adjusted its grip, grabbing me by the throat and holding me still as a strange machine crawled from its torn open neck. I closed my eyes, praying for death as it crawled up the creature's arm and onto my muzzle. I felt it crawl towards my ear, diving inside before I could close it off.
I let out a soft whimper as the strange spider-like machine rooted into my ear, deafening me as it burrowed deeper and deeper. I felt it dig against my eardrum, going deaf as a loud pop rang its last. I went numb as I hit the floor, the creature suddenly dropping me and curling into a variety of twisted shapes. A horrid screech echoed in my good ear, the creature going mad and falling to its knees.
I watched in utter horror as it took hold of its head, yanking repeatedly until causing a seam to split, wires to fray and tubes to burst. The creature ripped its own head off, sending showers of thick white fluid pouring from the wound. I was in shock, unable to comprehend the violence I had just witnessed. It became apparent the creature wasn't actually alive, sparks and the smell of oil reassuring me of the beast's machine nature.
Now I lay in a sticky white mess, my blood mixing with the machine's synthetic white paste. I was completely numb, my mind twisting as bright images flooded my brain. I simply stared at the now still body and burning building before me. I felt my hearing return as a bright white and blue band stretched across my vision.
Alien words and symbols slid across my eyes, a soft blue lulling my nerves and sending me into a more docile acceptance. I was flooded with warmth as a harsh electrical shock rocked my body. I felt myself absorb an immense amount of pain, quickly turning it to a burning sensation and sending it through my entire body. I felt my muscles go stiff as a board, then completely limp.
I looked around, finding my leg mended. I slowly lifted a hoof, pressing it against my ribs, each and every one back in place and strong as ever. I sat upright, finding a bit of skin and bone that had been jutting from my leg, now sitting alone on the concrete. I rubbed my head with my hoof, unable to comprehend my now fixed body.
I slowly got to my hooves, looking around at the ruined area and the dead machine at my hooves. "...I don't even know where to begin with this." I mumbled to myself, another series of confusing blue words scrolling up the corner of my eye. The zipping words soon stopped, leaving me alone in the street next to a massive fire, my broken cello, a ruined robot, and a sudden burning desire to steal a bright pink hoodie that was spared in the blast.
I felt horribly idiotic as I walked towards the fiery wreck, my brain completely focused on stealing the comfortable looking sweater. I stopped at the broken window, the sweater sitting on a rack just inside. I had a moment of clarity where I realized who stupid I was being and took a step back.
A strange shrill squeak come from behind me, "&%*&$@(!)" It was incoherent, some strange foreign language, but once again, as if commanded, I approached the shattered window. The words continued to bounce around my head, forcing me forward, compelling me to steal the sweater. It was adorable, adorn with kittens and lace. I grabbed it, shaking some soot off and pulling it over my chest. I felt like an utter fool, but a strange chemical reaction sent me into a state of utter joy as I enjoyed the snug feeling.
"&@^&%()" The voice chirped happily.
I took a moment to realize the noise was coming from inside my head. I felt a deepening sense of dread overwhelm my better senses, "Um...hello?"
The noise grew into a high pitched whirl, followed by a soft chirp, "Hello- @*($&*." The voice had some semblance of intelligence, falling back into spitting foreign languages at me.
I just rubbed my head, "Maybe it's from the shock...." I turned towards my house, dragging my busted instrument along for the ride. "Dear Celestia I hope it's head trauma...don't be schizophrenic Octavia...please don't." I chanted to myself, walking down the broke street with my now squeaky wheeled cart.
I made my way towards my home, lights flickering on as guards rushed towards the impact. I ignored it all and simply found my home, jammed the key in, and shed everything I was carrying in the entry. Before too long all that was left on my body was my bow tie. I slowly undid it, walking towards my bathroom and drawing a bath.
As the water filled the tub, steam fogging up the room, I tossed my tie aside and slowly submerged myself into the warm water. I let my mouth drift under, blowing a few bubbles as my mane was doused. I let the hot water massage me, caressing my body in a most wonderful way.
The voice started talking again, lighting something in my stomach and sending it low. I snapped my eyes open into an annoyed glare as my sex started to ache. "*&@%&#urbate@$*&#:" the voice suggested, my burning body only intensifying as lewd images of aggressive sex filled my mind. I recognized the images, of pornography I had seen, of times I had gone to see shows or spent the day with friends.
I let out a long sigh as I came to terms with my budding insanity. I closed my eyes, letting the image of a pulsating stallion drawing out of a tight mare flashed across my mind. Inch by inch, flesh distorting and stretching as a slick creamy fluid coated the veiny stud, a delightfully squishy noise ringing in my ears as I started rubbing my groin. I parted my lips, letting my wet hoof drag along my petals and across my button.
I felt an unfamiliar sensation fill my body. A robust fullness that caused my button to wink, flicking against my hoof and causing my body to jump from the sudden sensation. I had never spent a night with another pony, but I knew this feeling, I knew this utter fullness, pushing my insides open and sending shock-waves of pleasure throughout my hips.
I lifted my head out of the water, letting out a short husky grunt out as I felt myself lock up, "Huah--" My breath caught in my throat as I tightened my legs around my hoof, holding it there and humping my own foreleg. It was short, not overwhelming, but immensely satisfying. As I let my legs go limp, my body calmed from the impromptu masturbation, I had a strange thought, "...Why did I do that!?"
Another chirp, followed by a scroll of alien words across my vision. "Because I %^%^$, &^%$&, tight pussy."
I grew red as the voice in my head proved perverted and insane. "...Hello?"
"Hello! I think calibration is done. Systems should be hooked up and you should be able to hear me perfectly now!" the voice beamed, its voice shrill and happy, "I, am Rho. And I am your new Psyrich A.I. And I love to see you cum."
I froze, the water sloshing about the tub as I sat upright, "I need to see Lyra."
I just want to put a feed bag on my head and pretend to be dead.
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I just want to put a feed bag on my head and pretend to be dead.
I sat on my kitchen floor, crying uncontrollably and burying my face in a tub of cookie-dough ice cream. "Wh-h-h-hy!?" I buried my sloppy face back into the tub, cradling it against my chest and feasting on cold dairy and tears, "I-I--" I curled up, crying like a baby, "I'm so hungry...but I'm so fat!"
I couldn't help but snivel as I rolled to my side, images of my obese body filling my mind and driving me deeper into sadness. And the sadder I grew, the more I hungered. And so I was left surrounded by bags upon bags of cheap takeout, my fridge having been ransacked and nearly destroyed upon my waking.
I felt so hollow, so hungry, but my mind just kept calling me fat. The bright blue letters continued to scroll across the periphery of my vision as I cried. "I'm so bucking dumb...dumb and fat!" I buried my face back into the tub, stuffing my mouth with dairy, "Ugly Octavia...ugly fat bitch!" I emptied the bucket, quickly filling it with tears and mascara. "No one loves you--"
The voice in my head chirped before speaking, "I love you!"
"Shut up!" I screamed, standing up and getting into a defensive pose, "You're not real!"
Blue text scrolled from the left side of my eyes to the right, "Octavia, I love you. I will always love you."
I held my sides of the bucket of ice cream as I stuffed head inside it. "Shut up! What even are you!?"
"I am Rho-two-two-one Psyrich A- A- A--" A loud buzz cut it off, "A.I. Capable of increasing brain function, physical health, and-- Sexuality." A fuzzy avatar of the creature that decapitated itself appeared in the side of my eye. "C-ca-can you see me!?"
I just let out an angry groan, pulling my now milk stained head from the tub. "Get out of my head!" I heard a soft knocking from my door. "What!?"
My scream was followed by a distant yell, "I'm not even at the door yet!" A few moments later Lyra pushed the door open, "Whoa, buck...what happened!?"
I stared up at her, an empty sticky bucket of ice cream on my head, a puffy pink hoodie wrapping up my chest, and a slowly growing lust burning in my loins, "Lyra...help.... I think there's a machine in my brain...."
Rho chirped once again, "She got a thick, hard horn.... Imagine letting it press on your tongue, imagine how good it would feel if you just suckled on it. It would feel good, do it."
I was nearly crying as Lyra walked over, "It's telling me to give you a horn job...and I don't know why!"
Lyra cocked an eyebrow, "Um.... Were you outside last night?"
I nodded, starting to drip from my achy sex. "...Lyra...I'm scared. And horny...and hungry.... Help, me, now."
Lyra trotted over, resting her horn against my head, "Hmm...." I felt a soft electric tingle throughout my head, "Whoa...." the feeling slowly moved throughout my body, "Whooooooooa- hold up." Lyra steadied herself sliding her horn against my head. The feeling only grew more intense, rattling my hooves and causing me to spontaneously cum.
"Aaaauh--" I shuddered hard, feeling a warm tingle followed by a wet sensation coating my inner thighs, "Buck...."
Lyra just took a step back, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You have got like...millions."
I started crying, massive amounts of shame and utter disappointment in myself overtook me, "Lyra...please...help me."
Lyra just took a step towards me, putting a hoof around my neck, "Um...I can't. I mean...I like machines, and this thing is alien. But it's basically in your blood. They're attached to your muscles, your brain, your heart. I mean...I don't know what they're do--" Lyra stopped cold as I pulled her head down, "Octavia...Octavia-- Hey!" she tried to push away, "Hey no! No!" She froze as I wrapped my lips around her horn, "How- oh...." she calmed down as I licked the tip of her horn, magical fizzle burning out against my tongue.
I toppled her, forcing her to the ground and taking more and more of her horn into my mouth. The hard bone like surface felt amazing. I ran my tongue along the shallow grooves, forcing the shaft into my mouth and slathering her horn in saliva. I sucked it off, repeating the process until Lyra started to breath heavily. "Octavia...don't stop...little- little more...."
I just felt sad, and suckling on her horn gave me some infantile comfort. The hard surface was perfect, just hard enough to resist my tongue, but not hard enough to prove uncomfortable. I took more and more into my mouth, sucking her entire horn and licking at her needily. Eventually I reached the limit, planting my lips against her forehead. Lyra let out a short moan, growing louder as I drew back, pumping my head up and down, suckling the whole time as I left Lyra in a horrible state of confused bliss.
I had my hoof against the back of her neck, holding her to the floor as I went to work. I just closed my eyes, a running list of strange numbers and letters flooding past as I fellated Lyra's horn. "B-buck!" Lyra squealed, an electric sensation hitting the top of my mouth before stunning the back of my throat.
I felt numb, and strangely pleased with my actions. Lyra tried to pull away, panting heavily when I refused to let go. "Octavia...you...stop...it's too much!" Lyra pulled back, leaving me to fall against her neck, "Sweet buck, that was.... Octavia...that was something...."
I just cried, "I'm sorry...I know you don't want a fat mare like me touching you--"
Rho chirped once again, "Glucose reservoirs full, protein reservoirs full, muscle density increase done, mental processing speed increased to two hundred percent."
The sadness I'd felt suddenly vanished, I felt elated, a flood of hormones killing off my sorrow and decimating my hunger. "Lyra...I feel...."
I felt a hoof bop my sex, "Wow...so...is it from me? Cause...you should have said so sooner...."
I jumped upright, "Lyra! I- I'm so sorry.... I--"
Lyra stood up and walked up to me, "Hey...you're all funky...I know...but you...." she grew slightly red, "Do you wanna go grab dinner while we figure this out?"
I felt my face flush, "Lyra! It's not like that, it's the machine! It's- it kept making me think I should, and you just--" I fell to my stomach and covered my head, "Why are you doing this!?"
"Orgasms are helpful in data retention and physical release aids for memory and critical thinking."
I screamed, "Tell her! Tell her, I don't want to be-- Hello miss, L-Y-R-A, we are Rho-two-two-one. We are Ms. Octavia's personal psyrich artificial intelligence!" I froze, my voice hyjacked by the machine, "See! That wasn't-- We would like to conduct intercourse with your horn, shall I force her to present? Buck you!" I screamed, my voice acting without my permission.
Lyra just stood stunned, "Um...Octavia.... Are you--"
"There's a voice in my head telling me I'm fat, and you're sexy! Help me!"
Lyra cocked an eyebrow, "...You think me being sexy is a bad thing--"
I grabbed Lyra by she shoulders and lifted her with my hooves, "Lyra!" I quickly realized I was holding Lyra up without any issue, a full foot off the ground with ease. "What...the buck!?"
Lyra just put her hoof on my lips, "Okay...so.... I've heard of this happening. Usually they go away, but I'll start looking up what I can. And...you're a sexy mare." she grabbed me around the back of my head and foced our lips together. I felt her force her tongue in my mouth. I tried to resist, but once again a warm feeling flooded my head as I felt the squishy muscle of Lyra's tongue lapped at my own.
"Hmmm-- mmm...mmmmmm." I gave up, enjoying the hormone release from Rho. I felt my knees go weak, sending my sopping wet flank to the floor.
Lyra pushed off, leaving me kissing a ghost for a few moments, "I- uh!"
She pushed a hoof against my lips, "No words...go shower. I'll find out where they took that thing that crashed." She turned to the door and walked out, keeping her tail inside as long as possible. I just stared as she left me sitting damp on the floor.
I touched my lips with my hooves, "...I don't...do I like mares?" I rubbed my mouth, "I think I might like mares...."
Rho chirped, coming back into my vision. A pure white pony with bright blue eyes trotted across my eyes, "We will not subject you to restrictions of gender or race. We look to b-b-%(&^#%* love to all peoples." Rho's avatar flickered a bit before re-solidifying.
I moved my hoof to my head, "....I need a bath--"
"Don't f-f******forget to masturbate!"
