The Curse

I let out a strange snarl as I turned on the shower. "Ponies...horses...at least they're not dogs, no one likes bitches...."

Shower Gel just stared at me, cocking his head to the side. "What...you don't like ponies?"

I shook my head and turned to the back of the cramped shower. "It's getting a bit weird." I turned to a small green mare in the corner. "...Shampoo...." I held my hand out, watching as the green mare spat a glob of soap into my hand. "Thanks...I think." With a glob of bottle spit I went to work washing my greasy hair.

Slowly but surly everything in my life was slowly coming to life, some staying ponified longer than normal, but all eventually turning back into inanimate objects eventually. "I mean...the broom was nice, the vacume was a little creepy but still I don't mind not having to clean up...."

Shower Gel nodded, "I guess.... I mean, I'm not a huge fan of all these ponies butting in all the time...this is our time--"

"Don't make this anymore gay than it already is man...." I mumbled,rinsing off my head. "Toilet was weird enough."

"I love you!" The toilet screamed from the other side of the shower. She was effectively bolted in place with flush trigger ears.

"There's a reason why I piss in the bushes now!" I shot back, turning back to my soap filled friend. "Yo...hook me up." I asked, holding my hand out. The stallion simply smiled.

"What you want? I got mint smell, old--"

"Dude I'm just bumming around the house today...its not a date...."

The bottle pony rolled his eyes and spat a glob of red soap into my hand. "You never know when the ladies are gonna show up, always gotta be ready."

I groaned softly, disgusted by several gifts I'd received. Some of my friends had bought rather embarrassing or strange objects just because they knew about my problem. The worst by far was a technicolor dragon dildo, complete with cum pump. "...Gel, where's that fucking dildo anyways?"

The shower gel filled pony cocked his head. "Don't you think it's a little early for--"

"I meant cause I have to watch her!" I snapped, "I found her looming over me last night.... This is why girls shouldn't have dicks...they just go crazy with them...."

The blue bottle pony scoffed, "It's just a dildo...it's an inanimate obj--"

"You're an inanimate fucking object!" I shot back, not about to miss a chance at a perfect quote.

The bottle glared at me. "...I am an inanimate object, pony, except I guess I'm not inanimate anymore. Which, while we're on the topic, you should shower more."

"Don't start with me! I will pour you down the drain!" I shot back, cleaning off my privates. "I will fuck your face! My dick will be so clean you don't even know!"

Shower Gel let out a warm coo, "Oooh, come on then...let's do it, smooth and soapy little fuck...."

I stood upright, my boner slightly hard. "...God damn it...." I turned off the shower and wiped off my face. "Boner no...stop it...."

I felt Shower Gel rub my ass. "Oh come on...just cause I'm a colt? It's no big deal...it's all jelly in the end."

I started laughing loudly. "Jelly...it's more of a goo." I started pulling the curtain open, finding my towel staring at me. He was basically a rolled pony skill made out of towel cloth. "God damn.... Ponies on my junk, ponies on my junk, get the pony off my junk, bro!" I sang, wiping off my head off.

"Hey, chill out!" My towel shouted, "You're gonna get a rash if you're too rough."

I finished drying off. "Towel...you don't taste do you?"

My towel's head whipped around the room like mad as I held him out. "Um.... It always just tastes like soap...."

I frowned hard and tossed him in the hamper. "Weirdo...." I grabbed a bath robe off the door hook, pulling it on and letting the hollow pony head sit over my own like a hood. "I don't know...what do you think?" I asked the living bath robe, tying her hooves around my waist like a belt. "Bath Robe?"

Bath Robe just let out a long, warm coo. "Warm...snugly...." She moaned, her chin drooping into my view.

I shook my head, letting the ultra soft fabric cover my body. I really couldn't complain about everything, my clothes hadn't come to life yet, and my breakfast had a wonderful way of making itself. And on that note I hurried down the stairs and towards my kitchen. Once in the small tile room I found car still an oversized pony, my kettle sitting happily on the stove, whistling, a tea cup with legs wandering around waiting for the kettle, and a small doughnut on a plate staring at me.

I made a farting sound and wandered over to my table. "...What's up everyone?" I asked, watching my car peek in through the window.

The small beige doughnut giggled softly as the kettle and teacup worked to sort out something to drink. "The usual...."

I stared at the tiny pony as she spread her legs on my plate. "...Pseudo-sexual relationship with a doughnut, check. Car is a giant horse, check, also brings new meaning to the term mustang, double check. Tea that serves itself, check. Body hug from a bath robe pony, check. Sanity, oh fuck no." I mumbled, still not quite ready to check out from reality just yet.

I watched the beige ponut dance on my plate, her pink frosted body limber as could be. "Well...eat me? Give me a lick...come on.... I'm waiting." The doughnut cooed, rubbing a small pink hole on her rear. "I'm cream filled...."

I plucked the small creature from my plate as a small teacup bolted over. "Wait, take a sip first!" The small colt cried out, forcing his tail into a small loop.

"...These ponies are horny as fuck...." I muttered, dunking the slutty doughnut into the tea and letting her sit there. "...lick me, I taste like sugar!" I jeered, raising my wrists in a mock gay pose. "Eugh...." I picked up the teacup, letting his hooves dangle as I took a sip and dumped the ponut into my mouth. "...It's good...." I told the cup, setting him down and focusing on the giggling sweetbread in my mouth.

I felt her trying to take the tip of my tongue into her mouth, while wrapping her back legs around the base of my tongue. She always tasted sugary, and I could bite her in half without any problems, but having something orgasming in my mouth from the sheer act of being eaten was a bit worrying.

I pressed my tongue against her, feeling her wrap around my tongue and let out a soft moan as her slightly soggy for pressed against the roof of my mouth. I could only taste sugar, a bit of fried bread but mostly sugar. I took a bite, decapitating the pony and sending her head to my table. "Oh- Oooooh, more, lick me more!" She continued to wiggle and slider her sweet body up and down my tongue, going so far as to start giving exaggerated humps across the side of my tongue.

I grumbled angrily chewing Doughnut's body and watching her head grow bright red. "Sheriously--" I swallowed, licking my mouth to try and scoop away the overly sugary flavor. "-can you not cum in my mou-- Wow, the fuck did I just say!?"

The debodied pony head just stared into space, mouth hanging open as she panted heavily. "Hot- it's so- haa-haaaa--"

"Oh shut up." I grabbed her, popping her into my mouth like a doughnut hole. "Cant believe this crap."

I bolted up the stairs and cast my pony bathrobe off. "Stupid shit every day...I swear."

"Seven-thirty A.M.! Seven-thirty A.M.! Seven-thirty A.M.!"

"I fucking know!" I screamed, grabbing my alarm pony and throwing him into the corner. "Let me get fucking dressed!"

"Fuck, fine th'en hit the fuckin' snooze button 'n shut up!"