P.E.N.I.S. Ponies Emerging from your Nethers is an Interesting Sensation

     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?"