Path of Discord

I woke up, sighing in disappointment when I didn't find myself in the clutches of a tentacled beast. After I had been so close to getting a throbbing cock in me with Pinkie, it had slipped away.

I got to my hooves with a sigh, feeling my new horsecock flop as I rolled. It was a strange sensation, feeling the heat in both places from the thought of tentacles pumping me full of delicious, not-at-all bad for me spunk.

I shook my head with a sigh, feeling my sword throb out of its sheath as I imagined getting pounded. As it bulged, I felt myself thinking more and more about being the fucker than the fuckee... finding some helpless mare, exposed to all the world, and plunging into her, feeling her wet and warmth all around me as I nibbled on her ears, relishing her plaintive moans.

Had to keep moving. Standing around was doing me no favors.

I held my tail high as I walked down the featureless, endless stone corridors, just in case a whiff of my dripping marehood would draw a pulsing beast to my side. To my dismay, none appeared as I walked; what happened to when I seemed to keep tripping all over the things?

My steps echoed as I walked—the further I walked, the more alone I felt. Was there nopony else? No one else? Idly, I considered retracing my fevered steps and returning to where Applejack no doubt still lay, slumbering peacefully, the seeds of another species resting in the warm cradle of her body. A twitch came from the new part of me at the thought of her, completely helpless, totally vulnerable...

No. She had been through enough.

Or had she? My right forehoof hung in the air, frozen in mid-trot. “Hmm...” Applejack would no doubt only suffer if I didn't impart to her the same gift of a changed perspective, maybe even of a changed body, as I had received. Somehow, I didn't think she'd object to being more masculine. “Her and Rainbow Dash both.” I chuckled.

Still, a faint thought in my mind whispered to go onward towards the center of the maze. At a loss to explain why, I did not turn back and headed for the center.

After I had walked for a while, I heard a faint sniffle to the east. I paused, straining my ears that direction to try to catch more. The noise was definitely equine in origin, unless some other creature with powers unknown to me stalked this maze. With an inner snicker, I considered that the tentacle beasts might not even have much of a mouth to make such noises with. “Their appetites lay elsewhere,” I murmured, throbbing and slickening at the thought.

“W-who's there?” a refined voice called.

Drat. I'd alerted the listener. Still, that voice seemed familiar... “Rarity?” I poked my head around the corner I'd been hiding behind to see a scuffled-up, dirty, but very determined Rarity staring back at me. “Oh, Twilight, I'm so glad you're all... right...” Her eyes came to rest on my erect dick. “When... Um... how did... I mean... one does not...”

“It's like you've never seen one before,” I muttered, trying to stop my eyes from resting on that plump white rear. So soft. So pure. Untamed ground, ready for seeding.

“Did something do this to you, Twilight?” Her shimmering eyes, so full of concern, came to rest just before me. “I do know that there are some kind of things out there, but I never thought they could...”

“They can do a lot of things.” I stood, somewhat uncomfortable from Rarity's examination of my new cock. She treated it so clinically, so analytically, that it was taking all the fun out of it.

At that moment, a sloppy, wet sound came from behind me, and I turned to see a blue, amorphous blob slithering its way down the hall like a large puddle towards us.

“I don't suppose that's a friend of yours, Twilight?”

I said nothing, only watched in fascination as it flowed upward off the tile and into an obscene shape, from which dozens of dripping dickacles sprang. My first instinct was to call it some kind of perverse water elemental, but it was clearly not made of water, but rather something with more viscosity. Something more solid.

Rarity stepped forward. “How uncouth. Surely such a thing—“

With blinding speed, it lashed out and actually drew Rarity inside of it with suddenly solid tentacles. The submerged Rarity opened her mouth to scream, only to find the bubble she was in collapsing as the liquid filled her throat.

I stood by neutrally, fascinated, as an unwilling Rarity slowly gulped down the creature. Was it doing this? Was this Rarity's way of defeating it? Maybe all it was was drinking some water.

As she gulped and the creature shrank more and more, I noticed an odd change coming over Rarity. Through the haze of liquid distortion, her toned body was growing more... round, more smoothed on the edges. Her already plush rear swelled, filling out as though she were having a second puberty. Her lips grew puffy, swelling to the point where they looked like strange mockeries of lips, a constantly full, open “O” stretching invitingly towards an eager stallion. Even her tail, as it shot upwards, seemed to be fusing into one solid piece, as though all the hairs had decided en masse to forgo this whole individuality business and become one.

After a few minutes of this, Rarity had swallowed it all. She stood there, unmoving, only her eyes darting to and fro. Her mouth remained in that perfect, inviting “O.”

“Wow, Rarity, I never knew you could do that!” I walked over from behind, only now noticing the full changes. Both her holes, too, had puffed up, with exaggerating rings around each, both stretched invitingly. “My, my, Rarity...” I murmured, feeling excitement come over my eager-to-be-tested tool. “How selfless of you to take that beast on by yourself. Such kindness deserves a reward, no...?”

I mounted her, noting the colder feel to her body. It wasn't until I thrust into her, slick with anticipation, that I realized what was wrong: somehow, that thing had turned her whole body into one mass of rubber. The give, the elasticity it gave her as I thrust deeper and deeper couldn't be described. “Mm... Rarity, you like my gift...?” I whispered into her ear, knowing her head couldn't move but her eyes were no doubt flicking back as best they could. “Don't worry. I know you give and give... just let me give back for once.” Grunting, I thrust myself fully into her, relishing in the fading warmth of her now-latex body. So smooth, so soft, so accepting around me.

Eventually, my twitching ministrations came to a close, and I withdrew, satisfied my gift had been given. Horrified eyes met me as I strode to in front of her. “You're welcome,” I whispered as I leaned in close, taking care not to poke her inflated form with my sharp horn. Wouldn't do to have Rarity deflate. “Charity only deserves more charity in return, Rarity,” I murmured, gently stroking her rubber cheek with an idle forehoof. “Don't worry about this happening to you—it's not like you had interesting things to say anyway.” I snickered, only a bit shocked at the harsh language escaping my own mouth. “Really, from the things I've heard about you, this oughta make things even easier on the Ponyville stallions!” I pounded a hoof on the wall, wheezing for breath as my laughter continued. “And don't worry about not getting me a gift, Rarity.”

“I'm just fine without one. Just fine without one. Just fine. Just fine.”

That echo of a doubt stayed with me as I left my friend-turned-fuck toy behind.