The Curse

“This day is just dragging on. Its feels like it’s been hours.” I said as I typed on my keyboard, my monitor and computer tower staring back at me in their deformed pony shape. The tower had more or less become a pony with plugs in its ass and tail, but the monitor stood with a box head. Its single screen showed off my work with two eyes windowed above it.

“Dad this is boring, can’t we play games instead? Rapeplay just updated--” the tower said, tilting its head to the side.

“Shut up! These papers need to be finished by the end of the day anyways.” I said as I continued to type. “You can play games while I'm on lunch break.”

The monitor’s screen flashed back to the desktop and it’s eyes and mouth displaying in separate windows, “Dad, its time to take a break. You need to walk around and exercise a little.”

I glared back at the monitor, “The hell are you having me take so many damn breaks?”

The monitors eyes gave a more sorrowful look, “Well dad, you’re getting a little fat from sitt-”

“I’m not getting fat! Are you talking to the damn bathroom scale too!” I yelled back in response. The moniter’s eyes minimized to the bottom of the screen for a bit, slowly rising up as I simmered down.

“What? No, I haven't talked to anything outside of this office other than you. Just go walk around for a bit.” The monitor gave me an annoyed look.

“Fine, but only because I’m thirsty. I’ll just go talk to water cooler” I huffed as I got out of my chair and walked down the hall away from my cubicle.

I could see several people standing near the water cooler, all listening with rapt attention as it talked about whatever gossip it must have heard.

“...total bitch is what I heard. Did it with like seven dudes as a bribe and now she’s got the highest rated station in the office because of it.” water cooler said nonchalantly. “Oh, hey dad, you want some water?”

I thought about it for a minute. He was a few feet tall, dark blue coat with a shade lighter for his mane and tail. A large water tank rested on his back, while a long black cord snaked from his left hind hoof and plugged into the nearest outlet. His chosen dispensing method was what got him removed from the office in the first place, but him leaving almost got me arrested for theft.

“Why not, it's just water right? Set me up for a drink water cooler.” I waiting for him to start filling up a plastic cup.

A smile grew across his face, “Alrighty, one cup of water coming up!”

He turned his body around and presented his backside to me, flipping his tail to the side revealing his pucker filled with cups. I reached out and slid one from his hole and he returned to his earlier face-forward position, taking the cup from me.

He sat down on his haunches as his translucent cock slid from its hiding place. He bit his tongue and used his hoof, he aimed himself into the cup and let fly a stream of water quickly filling the cup.

“Ahh, cold water is always the best thing for the body.” He finished filling the cup and hoofed the cup back to me. “Here you go dad, cold water. Its fresh too. They gave me a new tank this morning.”

“Thanks Cooler….” I said taking a drink after. “Say Cooler, you don’t think I'm getting fat do you?”

His expression never changed as he held his smile, looking me in the eyes. “Yep. I bet if you jumped into the ocean or posted a posted a selfie on Tumblr, the whales would mistake you for one of their own.”

Laughs and snickering came from the crowd standing around the immediate area. One of my coworkers slid up next to me while laughing “Geez Radek, did you teach it to tell jokes too?”.

“No, hes just being a sarcastic asshole. Probably won’t be so funny when I yank that water spout off of him.” I said doing my best to destroy the water cooler with my glare.

“Oh dad, we cant do that here. Nobody wants to see you yank me off in the middle of the office.” the water coolers facial expression dropping into a more lustful look.

Another round or of laughter from the crowd was heard. “Welp, fuck this, and fuck you Cooler. I’m going back to work.” I turned bopping water cooler’s head.

“Alright dad, if you get lonely, you know where to find me!” his voice picking up as he ruffled his mane.

I quickly made my way back to my desk to find my monitor and computer tower in an argument.

“Not that space you idiot, that’s a mine!” the monitor slapped the tower’s hooves from the mouse. “You gotta be careful which square you click. You have to be sure that it’s not a mine.”

“The fuck are you talking about? theres no way that square is the mine, its not near anything!” The tower yelled back, shoving his hoof back atop the mouse and rapidly clicking random squares.

The monitor and tower began to wrestle of the mouse, with both vying for the top position.

“You’re always so damn careless! You think you can just click on anything and still win!” The monitor said while trying to pull itself out from under the tower’s grapple.

“Fuck you! You’re so damn picky with this shit. Everything has be perfect for you or your not happy!” The Tower said as he held on tighter to the monitor.

The Tower continued to hold tight as the monitor rapped against the desk 3 times. “Alright, alright, I give. get off of me already.”

The tower held its position. “Oh, I plan to get off. You lost so I get to do whatever I want.”

“You always pick that! can you atleast try something different this time? Maybe a game of portal or something?” The monitor pleaded while still in the grip of the tower.

“Nope. Now roll over. Gonna start off nice an’ easy for you.” The tower let go and took a step back, his length already growing.

“Damn, looks like I’m not getting anything done anytime soon” I grabbed my chair and slid it into the hallway and took a seat.

“Hey Radek, you got a minute?” Bill from earlier at the water cooler was standing a few feet to my side.

I turned and was faced by a group of three. The Shawn Mail Clerk, Bob from Accounting, and Bill, who was standing at the water cooler with the others earlier.

“Uhh, Well…” I looked back into my cubicle where my computer tower and monitor were now feverishly fucking like rabbits in Spring. “Yea, I’ve got time to kill, those little shits won’t be done for a about an hour or so.” I said as I looked back at the group. “what’s up?”

Bill and the group stepped a little close creating a semi circle with their focus on me. “Well, I was talking to Bob and Shawn here about your ability. We were wondering if you could turn a few things of ours into ponies too.”

Bob chimed in “Yea, Having a little help would be nice in the office. Do you think you could use your powers and make a few things into ponies?”

I gave them a deadpan glare “Are you serious?”

The three office workers nodded in affirmation

“Fine, go get whatever you want to have changed and bring it here.” I waved them off as I grabbed the chair from my cubicle and sat myself just outside the doorway.

They quickly dispersed, off to fetch whatever they wanted to bring to life. I turned and glanced back into the cubicle. The monitor and tower were now in a tangled mess in which they both managed to jam each others wires and cocks in the other’s ass.

Bob was the first to return. “Ok, I brought my set of approval and denial stamps, as well as my dunking bird. Will these work?”

I looked at the items he had brought. Taking them from Bob, I set them on the ground in front of my self. I closed my eyes and waited for a few seconds.

“Holy shit! It worked!” Bob exclaimed as he stared wide eyed at the now living office supplies.

I opened my eyes to see a small pony with wings sitting on its haunches with its back up straight and its wings stretched out. It's for legs pulled tightly to its chest. Its whole body was clear like glass. Inside was a small chamber of red colored water that was slowly making its way toward the head of the pony. As the water filled the head, its upper body tilted forward and the water sloshed back to the lower chamber, righting the pony back into its standing position.

“Hi dad. having a good day at work?” it said as it continued to bob back and forth with a smile on its face.

“Nope” was all I could think to say.

“Oi, and why hell not? Is some prissy bitch puttin’ ya down?” a little pony with a cockney accent,  that was half green and half red on either side, said looking up to me from the ground.

“Nope, but I need you both to be good little horse monster, things and stay with Bob here. He’s gonna need your help in his office.” I said pointing back to Bob standing next to them.

“This pissa ‘er? Eh, as long as I get to stamp shit. I'm gonna stamp stuff so hard, papers won’t even know what to do with themselves.” The little stamp pony said as it stepped towards Bob

“I like Bob’s office, it has a nice view of the sky.” The little winged pony said and he was still bobbing back and forth.

Bob was staring wide eyed. “Oh god, thats the coolest damn thing I ever seen! And they talk too!” As Bob picked up his now living stamp and dunking bird ponies, Bill returned with a pencil sharpener and small desk printer. “Ok, I brought these thi- wo-holy shit those are cool!” he said pointing at the little ponies sitting in Bob’s arms.

I reached out and took Bill’s chosen items and repeated the process. The pencil sharpener stood on four grey legs with its it mouth in a toothy grin, showing its razor sharp teeth. “Iz time to eat pencil, yes?” it said as it turn around, looking for something to sink its teeth into.

The printer stood up next. It had an all black, plastic body with its tail as the power cord and networking cable intertwined on its back side. It said nothing as it walked to the nearest outlet. Plugging itself in, its mouth grew abnormally wide and thin as it emitted noises that could only come from hell. Paper slid out of its mouth with the words ‘Hello World!’ printed on it.

“Ok, that’s done. You two are staying with Bill and helping him.” I said pointing at Bill, so they knew who I was refering too.

The printer unplugged itself from the wall and walked to stand next to Bill, while it smiled and wagged its tail. The Pencil sharpener climbed up Bill’s pant-leg and nestled into his pocket.

The pencil sharpener poked its head out of his pocket and stared up at Bill. “You have pencils, yes? Pencils for me to eat?”

Bill cautiously pat the little sharpeners head. “Uh, yea. I’ve got a few pencils for you to sharpen. I bet some of the other workers would also let you sharpen their pencils too.”

Shawn was the last to return. He had brought a large, wheeled cart and a small box.

“Oh geez, you've already finished with their stuff. Sorry it took me so long.” He said as he rolled the cart in front of me. Taking the box out and holding it in his arms.

I looked up to him pointing at the box. “So whats in the box Shawn?”

        “Something I borrowed from Kathrins desk over in customer service while she was out on break. Do the cart first then what's in the box.” He said with a with a smile on his face that looked like he’d just committed the perfect crime.

        I repeated the process for the cart. When I opened my eyes, a pony that stood about four-and-a-half feet tall, and looked to be made of a polished metal was standing in front of me. It looked at me then to Shawn. The cart made its way over to Shawn and stood waiting for mail to carry.

        “Awesome, now lets get this going.” Shawn said as he opened the box to reveal a purple dido with what looked like a dial on the flat end of it.

        “Shawn, what the fuck. You really want me to bring this thing to life? What the fuck man!?” I said loudly.

        “Yeah, I wanted to see what would happen. Kathrin keeps it in her desk everyone can hear her when she disappears into the bathroom. She thinks she’s being secret about it but everyone knows.” He said shrugging. “We started placing bets on when, how long, and how many times she does it.”

        “Jesus. Well better get this done so I can go to lunch.” I said as Shawn placed the box on the ground  near me. I closed my eyes.

        I heard gasp rise up from the small group as I opened my eyes to see a small, purple pony sporting a large cock as a horn on it forehead.

        “Oh c’mon. Did it really have to be on its head?!? The fuck man!?” I yelled as the little dildo-ny looked at me smiling while the penis on its head wobbled around

        “Father, is it time for mastabatory anal fun? I have approximately three-point-five-nine hours of battery life left for use.” It said in a robotic voice similar to Microsoft Sam.

“Nope, but you need to go back with Shawn to wherever he found you.” I said pointing at Shawn.

“Are you sure you would not like to engage in anal masterbation father? I have 3 speeds and sufficient battery to keep you satisfied.” It said quizzically looking back at me.

“Just go back to your drawer and stay there for a bit. Your bound to get used today.” Shawn chimed in.

“Alright, now that that is all taken care of, you guys wanna go get some lunch?” I said as I stood up and slid my chair back into my cubicle where the monitor and tower were now in a sixty-nine position sucking on each other turgid lengths.

The group nodded.

“Good, go put your stuff away and meet me at the front door. I’ll bring my car around.” I said as I pulled my keys from my pockets. “You guys ok with Speedway? I gotta get gas and they’ve got some cheap food too.”

Everyone nodded again and made their way back to their respective offices to drop off their new office supplies.

I made my way down the hall towards the elevator, passing Water Cooler.

Water cooler notice me passing by and called out. “Hey dad, you back for another drink? or are you gonna ya-”

“Not a word Cooler, I swear to all that is holy, I will throw you out of the window and replace you with a soda machine!” I said as I pressed the button on the elevator.

The doors opened, I stepped in and turned, pressing the button for the ground floor. As the door closed, I glared out at cooler. “Not a fucking word.”

The elevator descended to the bottom quickly and the door slid open, I made my way through the lobby and to the parking lot where Mustang was parked. I walked to her parking spot and noticed she was sleeping.

I brought out the key remote and tabbed the unlock button.

“Beep! Beep!” The car shrieked. “Damnit dad, you know I hate being woken like that!”

I chuckled as I opened the door and slid into the driver seat. “I know, sorry. I’m on lunch now, we’re gonna pick up some coworkers at the front door and then go down the street to the Speedway. That way we can get lunch and we’ll get you fueled up to.” I slid the key into the ignition and start Mustang up.

“Sounds good to me, I’m practically starving.” Mustang said as she stepped out of her spot and trotted over to the main doors.

Bill, Bob, and Shawn were standing at the door, watching watching wide eyed, as Mustang came to a halt just in front of them.

“Radek, your car is a pony too?!” Bill said as he opened the door.

“Yep, Mustang will drive us to the Speedway for lunch too. I just need to get her fueled while we’re there.” I said as they finished getting into the car, closing there doors and putting on their seatbelts.

Mustang trotted to the exit and prepared to enter traffic. “Vroom vroom motherfuckers!” She said as she started off at a full gallop down the street, easily reaching, and exceeding the forty-five miles-per-hour speed limit.

“Holy shit, she’s fast Radek.” Bob said as he clung to his seatbelt and the handle above his door.

“She’s just showing off. We don’t get extra passengers too often” I said as I looked out the front windshield, I could see Speedway in the distance, closing in fast.

Mustang began to rapidly slow and shift lanes to the median to make a left turn. “Hang on boys, gonna be a tight left turn!”

“Alright here we go!” She galloped full speed across the lanes during a lull in the traffic. Everyone in the car slide to the right of their seats as they held onto their seat belts for dear life.

“Shit! I know you like to show off Mustang, but isn’t that a little much?!” I yelled as she trotted into the station, taking a place next to one of the pumps.

“Yea, yea. You had fun though. You’re always saying ‘Gotta go fast!’ I’m surprised you’re complaining about it this time.” she said as her shaken passengers, me included, opened the doors and got out.

A red pony with dark grey hair and a long black tail stepped up. “Hello dad. Time for another fill up?”

I looked down to the little gas pump pony. “Yep, we’re running on empty and she getting pretty hungry.” I looked up to the console and pulled my wallet free of my back pocket. “I think we'll go with the mid-grade stuff today.

I swiped the card on the terminal and selected the grade of fuel. “Hows that sound Mustang?”

“Sounds good to me. The higher grade stuff is always better.” she said as she settled into her position.

“So how does she get fuel Radek?” Shawn said as he paced around the car looking quizzically at her sides.

“Well, I pay for the gas, open her gas tank door, and the pump puts it in.” I deadpanned, staring flatly at shawn. “It’s just like any other car.”

“No Radek, where’s the gas tank door?” He said coming to stand next to me, still holding his eyes to the car.

I walked to the back of the car picking up the long tail of Mustang. “It’s just under the tail here. I just gotta move it and she can get her fuel while we get food.” I said as I flipped her tail up and over her side, revealing her puckered exhaust and her fueling slit.

“Gas pump, you ready?” I said as the little pony walked over, rearing up on the back of Mustang.

“Yes sir, I’ll have her fueled in no time at all.” He said as he lined up his silvery metallic tube to her now winking fuel slit.

“Hnn, can we start now? I’m really hungry.” She pleaded to the pump to begin. “Come on already! Stick it in!”

“Geez, you’re impatient today Mustang. Alright, we’re gonna get some food and we’ll be back soon. When you finish, head over to one of the parking spots near the building.” I said as I pointed towards the buildings mostly empty parking lot.

The pump began to fervently hump itself into the back of Mustang. “God Mustang, did you get a smaller fuel slit. So goddamn tight!” The pump said as he continued

Mustang was now trying to match the pumps thrust, backing her hips into him and every downstroke. “Just, ha, fuel me you, ha, idiot.” Mustang said now moving into a hood down, trunk up, position.

I looked over to the others, they were seemed absolutely stunned by the fueling process. “You guys act like you’ve never seen a car get gas before. C’mon, lets go get some lunch.”

“Yea. ok, we’re uh, coming.” Bill stammered out as he grabbed on to Bob and Shawn and pulled them from the scene.

We stepped up to, and passed through the front door, greeted by the soft electronic chimes of the door alarm. “So I’m just gonna get a bowl of the soft serve ice cream in back. What are you guys gonna get?”

The three men, looked between each other. “I think I’ll get the same. Ice cream sounds good.” Bill finally said as we headed back towards the machines. Shawn and Bob quickly following behind.

“You and Shawn gonna do the same, Bob?” I said as both nodded as they kept pace behind me.

I reached the machines and grabbed a styrofoam bowl and set it under the vanilla dispenser.

After the bowl was filled I side stepped to allow the others access the machines. I suddenly had a wicked thought. I stared at the machines and closed my eyes.

“Holy shit Radek! Could have given a little warning!” Bob said, frightened by the sudden change.

Where the machines once stood, were now 3 ponies. One dark brown pony, one snow white unicorn, and one bright pink, winged pony.

They moved like they were one pony as they leaned forward in unison. “Hello friends, would you like some ice cream?” The chocolate colored one said.

None of my coworkers said anything as each grabbed one bowl and placed them in front of separate machines.

Bill took Stawberry, Bob took vanilla, and Shawn took Chocolate. Without another word the three ponies smiled and turned their whole bodies around, quickly moving into a squatting position.

Whirring could be heard as their short tails lifted and ice cream flowed from their darker colored assholes. Little poots could be heard as air was forced through the serving lines.

As the flow of the icy confection came to a stop, the machines did an about face. “Does anyone want any toppings?

“I-I’ll take whipped cream and caramel sauce.” Bill said as the pink pony machine sat on its haunches as he let his whipped topping nozzle free of its hiding place between his legs. He began to vigorously stroke himself, as a light hissing noise could be heard as cream spilled forth from his topping dispenser.

After giving bill a decent amount of cream, he then leaned his head over the bowl and began to hack and couch until hot caramel was vomited from his mouth. “There you go sir. Have a nice day!”

The chocolate machine shifted himself in place. “Does anyone else want toppings for their ice cream?”

Shawn and Bob quickly grabbed their bowls, shaking there heads , and moving away back to the front of the store.

“Thanks boys, I’ll see you later.” I said nodding towards the ice cream ponies as I walked behind the others.

“No problem dad, see you next time!” All three chimed in unison.

“Well that was certainly interesting. I’ll have to remember to do this more often. Messing with those three is gonna be easy.” I said, a devilish grin spread across my face.

“I wonder how long I can get those three to stick around before decide they’ve had enough? Guess I’ll just have to find out.” I said as I continued to the front of the store to pay for lunch.