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

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?"