My name is John Jones, US citizen, resident of Hartford Connecticut. I'm a male, as should be obvious by my name. I'm also in a very unique position as of June ninth of 2014. I am the individual known as 'Incident One' and am currently the host of the alien consciousness known as Applejack...though the matter of body control is frequently up for debate. Perhaps I should start at the beginning, when things started becoming weird.
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I had just gotten home from work and was in desperate need of relief. A shower was in order as well to get the smell of meat off of me, but I figured there was no reason to get clean before getting dirty again. I shucked off my work clothes and tossed them in the hamper before sitting down nude in front of my computer. I'm one of those filthy energy drains that sucks power like crazy, so a quick jiggle of the mouse turned my monitor back on.
A couple clicks later and a few keystrokes brought me to a known furry website, but nothing that piques my interest had been uploaded since earlier that day. A quick browse of other sites brought up nothing interesting that I hadn't seen before either. With a deep sigh, I brought up a few select pieces of clop involving Rarity and Big Mac that hadn't failed to get me off before. One in particular had Rarity stretched so wide around his cock that her folds were almost invisible, as if the stallion was so large that his thrusts were pushing everything slightly inward.
"Mmmm, I can't imagine that's comfortable for her, but it must feel great for him." I reached down and was surprised to feel myself limp. A few strokes brought me nothing but the sensation of being touched. There was no pleasure, barely any stimulation. I groaned in frustration and set my screensaver to display random pictures in a slideshow before heading to take that shower. I thought that, maybe, a bit of massaging from water pressure might have helped me relax a bit.
The shower did help. Almost immediately after getting in under the hot water, I felt the tension of the day begin to melt away and drain out of me. A twist of the showerhead caused the water streams to begin pulsing rather than coming out steadily, and this caused a smile and a sigh as the intermittent impacts against my back began to unknot the muscles around my shoulderblades in particular. I used a combination of Axe and Gojo to get the scent and leavings of deli meat off of my hands. No matter what you did, what gloves you used, what precautions you took, some traces of work always went home with you. Nine times out of ten, I would find a strip of ham or roast beef stuck to my clothing before throwing it in the wash. I gagged as I smelled the scent of sour apples coming from my shampoo. It was time to throw that bottle out and get another, before the scent became unbearable after a shower. Oh, if I only knew then...
Rather than waste time going right back to trying to wank, I decided to play a few games. Some streaking in Saint's Row 4 after turning my 'Prez' into a busty female for the view got me back into the mood. I had found a graphics mod to disable the blur and add some high-definition textures to enhance these kinds of fun missions. I couldn't help wanting to enhance my experience of the game by shooting the ESRB in the head, but PC mods were the closest I'd ever come to that. Jigglebones and physics don't work for everyone, but they worked well enough for me to quit the game and go back to looking for something more stimulating. I had an extensive collection of porn on my computer, and I set my collection to display random images in a slideshow, lasting thirty seconds each.
I reached for a masturbating sleeve and a small container of lube. Monday nights never were good for going out and meeting up with peybTmople, nor were most weeknights, so I had a ready supply of recreational aids. I was certainly not alone in this, and knew of at least one other person among my friends with even more personal provisions. One minute into the slideshow and I had already slipped the toy over my prick to begin stroking. The images so far had been a minotaur and a satyr double penetrating a vixen and Twilight sitting on Spike's face with the small dragon visibly struggling. The random order meant I had no idea what would be coming in the future, and I was gifted with one of the few incest images I'd downloaded. Applejack had Applebloom stretched on her futa-cock while she was being speared and ridden hard herself by Big Mac. The next image caused a pleased groan as it was an animation of Rainbow Dash being spit roasted by Soarin and Shining Armor. I felt my balls tense and my cock pulse through the pumping sleeve as my strokes became more energetic. The pleasure spiked as the image changed to a comparatively ancient picture from Doug Winger.
That's when things began to feel strange. I felt the head of my cock twitch, wihtout the rest moving, followed by a stretching sensation. I groaned again as the next stroke moved the toy over an unexpectedly sensitive spot. Then my cock yawned, audibly, before I heard it start to cough as I came. My hand clenched and my stroking slowed while my eyes bulged out as I realized what I had just heard, and then again at what came next.
"Whut in tarnation did Ah just spit up?" More spitting sounds, and I felt my cock struggle, then pull itself back out of the toy. "Whur th' hay am Ah? Why do mah legs feel s'darn stiff?" I felt the muscles in my thighs and upper arms twitch as that female voice, that very familiar voice, came from my dick. My mouth ran dry for a moment as I dropped the soiled toy to the floor and grabbed my dick to turn the head up towards me...the head that was now colored a vibrant peach and had a distinct mouth that I could feel moving.
"Applejack? What are you doing in my dick?"
My Little Penis!
Ahhhhh! What the fuck!?
My Little Penis!
I used to wonder if ponies were real.
My Little Penis!
And now thanks to my cock I feel:
Penis talking,
Sneezing cum,
A new mobile part,
This is so wrong!
A tingle in my ass.
It's no easy feat,
When your dick tells you it's incomplete.
It's just my little penis.
Does anyone know when this madness ends?
I was looking down, and my dick was looking back up at me. Applejack's face was right there, upside-down on my cock so that I was seeing her the right way right now. Her ears were there on the underside while my crown had reshaped itself into an exact miniature replica of her muzzle from the show. I could feel her breathing...my cock was BREATHING! I quickly brought my hand up and gave myself a slap before looking back down again to see part of me glaring up at me. My other hand began to stroke along its length, making me shiver slightly at the muted pleasure that motion created compared to my usual post-orgasmic sensitivity. She outright moaned and then turned to the side to spit out a wad of leftover semen. I could feel her clear her throat to do it, and then lick her lips afterwards.
"Well, Ah aint never thought Ah'd wake up t' that taste in mah mouth without there bein' a stallion in bed with me t' explain it." Those were words I never thought I would hear from that voice, and I blushed at the reaction my body was getting from that particular portion of my anatomy now being autonomous. I couldn't help but yelp as she began to crane her neck to look around. You know that feeling where your cock is hanging in just the wrong way and you feel the need to adjust it? That's what I was getting then, except it...she was adjusting herself. "Ah'd appreciate it if you'd not slap mah ass next time you're feeling strange though. You came right close to hittin' a particularly sensitive spot."
"Slap your ass? I slapped my face. You're the one that's taken over part of my body. Wait...what the hell am I saying? I'm talking to my penis, and I'm hallucinating this. That's gotta be it. Something was off in the scent of my shampoo, and now I'm hallucinating because of some of the chemicals breaking down." My mouth was watering, and my lips were tingling as I talked. The sensation was unique and I heard my 'visitor' beging moaning as I stood up to go to the kitchen.
"Oh, sugarcube, that is the most erotic feelin' y'all're givin' me talking. It's like mah cunt's movin' on its own and breathin'. You got any idea whut that feels like?"
I looked down at my talking penis with the face of a cartoon horse and colored a distinctly different tone from the rest of my body with a single eyebrow raised in an utterly incredulous expression. I removed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cold water since I wanted to at least try to start flushing whatever this was out of my system. Drinking felt odd, but good at the same time, and was far more refreshing than it should have been. "Do you realize what an utterly ridiculous question that is, coming from a cartoon character that has suddenly appeared out of my groin and taken over control of my cock, moving it with muscles I certainly know I never had before?"
Two miniscule red spots appeared on her cheeks as she scrunched herself up a bit as if to duck in embarassment. I felt my right leg shift for a moment and nearly lost my balance before it quickly planted itself firmly on the ground. "Uh, right. When y'all say it like that it does sound a bit silly. Kin Ah git a drink? Ah'm feelin' right parched at the moment."
I rolled my eyes in response and decided to humor my hallucination by filling the glass again. I made her wait while I walked over to the table by my door and picked up my old bargain basement smartphone that I only used for calls anyways. Three numbers was all I needed to press as I walked over to the couch and took a seat with my glass between my legs. Applejack took her chance and I felt her submerge her face in the water...and start drinking.
"Nine-one-one, what is the nature of your emergency?" A female operator, bored and tired from a long day, answered.
"I just took a shower and I think there was something wrong with my shampoo. I'm seeing impossible things and hearing voices that cannot be here since I'm alone. I need an ambulance and a full medical screening. I don't take any medications that could be causing this. I need help." I did my best to keep the panic I was feeling out of my voice, but some of it must have seeped through. It was probably the speed I was talking at since I couldn't really hold it back once I started.
"Alright, sir, please do the best you can to remain calm. May I have your name and address so that I can send an ambulance to you?" Her voice was almost a monotone, as if she heard this kind of thing a dozen times a day. Then again, this is Hartford I'm talking about, so she probably did.
"John Jones, 1486 Asylum Avenue, apartment 9. It's just down the street from the old WCCC building." To this day I still can't believe their parent company sold the broadcasting rights. That was one of the only good rock stations in the state.
"Alright, sir, I have an ambulance on its way. The paramedics should be there within the next few minutes." I screamed in pain as I felt a sudden tightness in my crotch, accompanied by a sharp tugging in my balls. The sensation subsided, but I could hear the worry in the woman's voice now. "Sir, are you okay? Should I tell them to break down the door?"
I found my voice a little high as I responded weakly. "N-no, I'll be fine. I just sat down wrong and...well." I winced, shivering as I stood up to find some clothes to throw on. The sound of the glass hitting the floor and shattering must have reached the microphone, because the concern was still in her voice as she spoke again.
"I see, and was that a glass breaking or a window?"
"A glass. I must have set it down on the edge of the table and it fell off. Thank you for your help, but I need to put some clothes on before the EMT's arrive. I did mention that it started just after my shower."
"Very well, sir. You do sound much calmer now. I hope everything turns out okay."
"Y-yeah, you too." I didn't wait for a response this time as I stepped away from the shards of glass and the puddle of water. I hung up the phone and only held onto it because dropping it would only waste time as I looked for it again before leaving.
"You know Ah'm just gonna raise questions when the doctor takes a look at me, right?" She was dripping wet, and I could feel the air moving through the room around her as I walked. It was chilling, but she didn't shrink or shrivel. I reached down under her to adjust my aching package only to find my balls drawn up tight against my body as if it was thirty below in here. I also felt a few locks of hair on the back of her head and running down her neck. This had to be the strangest trip in the history of medicine and chemical reactions.
"You are a severe hallucination, and I will be cured of you as soon as the doctors figure out what the hell got into my blood. That reminds me; I should bring the shampoo bottle so they can test it." I rushed into the bathroom and grabbed the bottle out of the shower before tossing it onto the couch. It was a mad rush to get something decent on before the medics arrived, and Applejack didn't make it easy, or quiet. Even after I had everything as fixed as it would get with her moving, she still struggled and complained.
"Eeeeeyuck. Let me outta here! It smells like Big Mac after a long day in the field b'fore he showers!" My dick was writhing, quite energetically, and she only stopped once she realized what she was feeling from rubbing against the inner fabric of my sweatpants. Maybe she tasted something she didn't like?
"Look, I listened to you about everything else being too tight. This is the only other bit of clothing I have that you can fit into with the room you said you'd need to breathe. Now shut up and stop moving before you make me cream my pants like a horny teenager." I was trying to keep myself composed while getting a sensible shirt on, but she kept moving, and I kept feeling hair against my thigh. It was a creepy sensation. I felt my mouth watering again and wiped it on my arm.
"Yer pants still smell like an unwashed stallion! Y'all ain't got no clue how arousin' that kin be when it ain't family! This concentrated, it's just a little disgustin'." I felt her twitch and throb a little before she finally settled down against my right leg as someone knocked on my door.
"Mister Jones? EMT's. You called for an ambulance about some kind of reaction?"
