Living in Equestria

The next morning had started out predictably enough. It wasn't until I got into the shower that everything went sideways on me.

It was Applejack's voice that pulled me out of a deep sleep, loud and insistent it had rung out in the hallway in the hour just before the sun rose above the horizon to start the next day's work party. I looked over and saw the tangled red mane of Apple Bloom still poking out from the sheet next to me, her bow flattened and wrinkled. Our night together had been fulfilling in the sense that her and I had become one physically for a while, giving her the experience for the first time in a tender and slow coupling that brought her even with the other two. Apple Bloom liked to be even-steven with everypony... I'd learned that about her.

She was facing away from me so I slid behind her in a spoon, wrapping my arm around her side and cradling the ridge of fur in the middle of her underside. Apple Bloom moaned and shuffled around under the covers.

"Can't be morn' yet..."

"Yeah, your sister's gonna blow if we don't get up..."

"Errrhhhh..." she whined and then rolled on her back in my arms, letting out big yawn and letting me discover that Apple Bloom's morning breath was powerful stuff indeed. She finished her yawn and rubbed a hoof in one eye while the other opened, blinking at me until it focused.

Then she smiled, clasping her hooves around my neck and pulling me into her soft, warm fur near her shoulder. She didn't need to say anything... I could feel her relief and gratitude at how last night's finale had gone. She had been worried about so many things, but they all were set aside by the slow, tender intimacy we'd shared together.

I left her laying in bed with her eyes closed again and felt around for the bottoms on the floor with half closed eyes before sliding them back on. Moving into the hallway, I stopped and opened the door to Apple Bloom's room to peek in on the other two. Sweetie Belle was already awake, her emerald green eyes blinked at me from her small white face in the bed she had slept in last night still under the covers. Scootaloo was still snoring away undauntedly.

I crept in, leaving the door closed but not latched behind me and tip toed to the white and pink maned pony first, greeting her with a nuzzle in the bed that she returned with a happy smile and a small giggle. I'd already learned that much about Sweetie Belle... she wasn't a kisser. She liked to rub noses and cheeks much better than touching lips. The few times I'd kissed her so far had felt awkward on her part but the nuzzles were enthusiastically returned.

Scootaloo was asleep facing me with her face at the edge of the bed. I knelt down and got my face right next to hers... so close that I could feel the heat from her body and smell her particular scent that reminded me of my childhood dog's smell after a bath mixed with a girly body odor that wasn't quite clean but not at all unpleasant. When I had drank in enough of it, I pressed my lips against hers softly.

Her eyes fluttered open in surprised for a moment before closing again and she pressed back against me, bringing her hoof out from under the blanket to touch my cheek gently.

"Hey..." she whispered thickly when we broke apart. "Is it as early as I think it is?"

"Yep."

She gave a moan that was identical to the one Apple Bloom had let out a few moments ago and then sighed. Her face widened when she realized she needed to tell me something. "I felt it last night..." she said softly.

"Huh?" I didn't know what she was talking about.

"You and Apple Bloom... I could feel it." her voice was barely a whisper.

"How so?"

"I dunno... hard to explain." she let her eyes wander in recollection. "It was like I could tell what you both were feeling. Apple Bloom was nervous... but you were slow and patient and it made her feel better... is that right?"

"Yeah..." I breathed, surprised at her knowledge but then again... I wasn't.

Her eyes fixed on me again. "You're like... the coolest thing that's ever happened to us... but the best thing that's ever happened to me." she said this with such conviction and meaning that I didn't know how to respond. So I settled for another kiss.

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The water ran off my head in a warm and soothing stream. It felt wonderful and invigorating to get cleaned up again and start the day fresh. I really should take more morning showers, I though to myself. I'd always been a night showerer but there was something to be said about coming fully awake in the hot embrace of a good shower. I rubbed the soap along my body, getting under my armpits good and then working my way down. As I looped the soap around my penis, I felt the first thing that was different that day and froze in panic.

My cock didn't look right. The normally flesh colored shaft had a bright pink patch just under the head that wrapped half way around over the top and extended mostly down the entire length now. It looked like a raw patch of skin compared to the rest of it, but it didn't hurt at all. In this patch, there were three small gray spots the same color of my feathers right on top in the middle near the head. It was also bigger...not by some gross amount, but it was definitely longer and much thicker than it had been when I went to sleep last night with a larger head and more pronounced ridge that gave the end an almost flattened look.

It was like somepony had swapped penises with me in the middle of the night and I stared at it in disbelief and borderline horror, afraid to touch it again. Was something wrong with it? Jesus... what if I caught some crazy fucking disease from the ponies?!! This was when I noticed the red, bumpy rash encircling and covering my legs completely from mid thigh down to my ankles. I felt it with my fingers gently and could tell it was a carpet of small, painless bumps packed tightly together that thinned out and grew sparse the higher up my thighs they went. There were even a few of these red patches connected to the main group extending up to my waistline.

Panic swelled in my mind. Between my cock and now this weird rash I couldn't take it anymore. I needed answers and the only pony who'd ever shown any help with these things had been Celestia. I had to ask Twilight if she could get in touch with her immediately and rushed to dry off as fast as possible, gingerly touching the new penis I had with the towel just enough to dry it before getting dressed and rushing downstairs.

I found the purple alicorn sitting up next to a barely awake and bored looking Spike going over the day's list of chores in great room while the rest of the group was gathered around the table in the middle of breakfast. She looked up at me as I came rushing down the steps, the panic on my face was evident given her immediate reaction.

"Mason! What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost!"

"I need to talk to Celestia... now!"

"What? Why? What's going on?"

"I just... I need to ask her something! Please!"

"Well... she probably just finished the morning sun rise... We can send her a note and see if she replies." Twilight looked at me with concern.

"How long will that take?!" I didn't want to wait around all day for an answer at all.

She gave a small, humoring laugh. "Not long at all, here." Her horn glowed and a quill and paper floated out of her bag. "Use this to write your question and Spike can send it when you're done."

I didn't care about the how's of the situation in the slightest. Grabbing the two items, I moved to a low table next to the fireplace and began to write. It came out sloppy... I was shaking slightly and I'd never used a quill before but I could still read my handwriting as I finished.

Celestia,

Something had happened to me again

Part of me is different and there's a red rash on my legs

I can't tell if something is wrong or if it's more pegasus blood stuff

I'm really worried

Please help!

Mason.

I rolled the hastily written note into a scroll and handed it to Spike. He took the roll without looking at me and cleared his groggy throat before sucking in a breath, holding the note in front of his face. He stopped with his cheeks puffed out and motioned for me to move away from in front of him with his other green claw. I took an anxious step back seconds before a small blast of green fire incinerated the paper instantly, leaving a thin trail of smoke where it once had been.

"There, Celestia will respond as soon as she can. She's never once failed to answer a note." her eyes searched me again. "You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah... I just... needed to ask her something really bad, that's all."

Twilight nodded and then returned to her checklist, content for the moment with my answer.

It wasn't until that moment that I realized I'd have to tell Celestia exactly what had changed in order for her to be able to help... if she even could. The mental image of me pulling my pants down in front of the regal alicorn filled me with embarrassment despite my desperate need for answers. Time ticked by and I found I was staring at Spike who became more agitated the longer it went on.

"So... How about those Cloudsdale Thunderbolts?" he said awkwardly, his eyes darting anywhere but to my own face. "Hear they're gonna be good next season..."

"What?" I didn't comprehend what he had said at all. I was too busy trying to shake off the mental picture of Celestia looking at my junk... not to mention my junk in general.

He gave a grumbling sigh. "Just tryin to make this less weird. Two guys staring at each other gets a little uncomfort-" he stopped mid sentence and swelled up like a grotesque frog suddenly before a loud, ringing belch echoed in the room accompanied by another blast of green fire. A new scroll appeared in the middle of the flames and then landed on the floor with a soft crinkle.

"There's your answer Mason..." Twilight said without looking up.

I quickly scooped up the scroll and untied the red fabric that held it shut, my eyes scanned the ornate lettering quickly.

Mason,

If you do not feel any pain or sickness, then I would not worry greatly about what has happened.

The pegasus blood has most likely been making small and subtle changes to your body this whole time.

Your wings may have only been the first of many.

Please have my best and brightest student Twilight Sparkle take a look it your new development.

You will find her knowledge to be a powerful resource and I trust her completely to know what to do.

Your friend, Celestia.

"What did she say? Did Celestia tell you what you needed to hear?" Twilight's eyes look up at me curious.

No Twilight... I thought to myself. No she did not.
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The itching started just before lunch. I was with Big Mac in the cider shed, rolling the large number of empty barrels one at a time out to the cart waiting nearby in the bright sunlight outside and stacking them up for transport to the large cider press near the farm. The feeling started small, but soon both legs were dancing with tingling sensations that distracted me from working completely. I stood in the middle of the shed and scratched both legs with my hands vigorously for several minutes while Big Mac looked on in silent, sweaty confusion.

I didn't tell Twilight about the note from Celestia, in fact, I didn't tell anypony that morning... not even Scootaloo. For some reason I wanted to think about my options, limited as they were, before doing anything because I was scared... and because this was my fucking penis I was dealing with. Celestia words comforted me a little... I didn't feel any pain and I didn't feel sick at all, so maybe I could wait for a bit while I figured out what to do.

Scootaloo knew something was up though, we shared each others emotions to a point and her eyes followed me all through breakfast and every time we saw each other during the morning hours. Trying my best to ignore the thick and heavy weight of the new flesh in my pants, I had gone about the morning's part of the work in silence while trying to avoid everypony who'd notice while I was consumed with worry.

Big Mac stared at me in the hot, still air of the shed and then spoke. It was odd to hear him say more than one word for the first time.

"You alright?" his deep drawling voice rumbled in the warm air.

"Yeah... just... got an itch, that's all." I tried to give him a sincere positive look, but I'm sure it came across as insane.

"Hmm..." he looked at me closely. "Ya don't look it."

"No! heh... it's fine. Just... sweaty, that's all!"

A few moments passed in silence broken only by the sounds of my fingers scratching just above my knees against the fabric of the bottoms I was wearing. Big Mac rumbled "Be right back..." and turned, walking out of the shed.

I felt like ripping my bottoms off to see what was going on but it was too dark in there to see anything, I needed to get out into the sunlight first. I waited a few moments for Big Mac to move away and then ran outside, turning to the left into the grove of trees there for some relative privacy. Grabbing the waistband of my pants, I yanked them down.

My penis still looked the same, longer and thicker with that strange pale patch and three gray spots under the new pronounced and flattened ridge at the head... it was my legs that sent a shock wave down my spine at what I saw there. There was a fine layer of silvery hair covering the bottom half of my thighs now and growing sparse the further it moved up. It shimmered with the same iridescence as my wings, sparkling with greens, blues and yellows in the bright light. I looked just like a pony's coat...

"What the fuck..." I whispered and ran my fingers over the soft carpet of fur. It felt soft and silky.

An urgent, watery noise caught my ear coming from nearby and I snapped my head up towards it's source. Twenty feet away from me was Big Mac, standing still and gazing forward with a vacant stare. The watery sound was coming from under him... the red guy was taking a piss in the grove in full view of me without a care in the world. I couldn't help but look below his red body at the source of the waterfall... and my mouth opened in recognition. The same discolored patches molted his own shaft and while the end of his was flat and disk shaped, the pronounced ridge was clearly similar to my own, even from this distance.

My head spun. I felt faint and woozy, like I was going to pass out for a moment as the dawning knowledge of what was happening to me sunk in. The pegasus blood must have been slowly working to change more of my body this whole time... my dick had changed to resemble a strange cross between a stallions and a humans somehow along with growing fur on my legs.

A fast and furious assault of emotions stampeded through my head. I was repulsed and excited at the same time from this change and I couldn't figure out if I should be crying or laughing. The brief struggle ended quickly, though. Regardless if I wanted it or not... I was more pony than human now below the waist. I had gotten used to wings, after all... I guessed I could get used to having a bigger dick and furry legs as well... especially the bigger dick part.

I looked back down at the dangling flesh between my legs and gripped it slowly with my fingers, feeling it's weight and thickness in my hand. Flaccid, it was probably about six inches now where before was a grower...not a show-er, only topping out at the length of my middle finger when I was soft. The girth had easily doubled and now my balls felt heavy and pendulous, like they were bigger and weightier. I was struck by a sudden desire to see what it looked like hard, briefly considering sneaking off somewhere to work it up to it's new length as an experiment.

A heavy thud of a hoof step next to me snapped me out of my trance. Big Mac had moved beside me and was staring at the fist holding my cock, blinking slowly at it with his green eyes. A rush of white hot embarrassment at getting caught by him jolted through my body but it was too late to act modest at this point, he'd already seen it all.

"Pretty neat..." he rumbled softly and then met my own eyes. We didn't move for a moment, Big Mac's large orbs regarded me with veiled intentions. I couldn't tell what he was thinking at all and I began to have a crazy thought that he was going to kiss me or something. I held my breath in anticipation... Jesus... was Big Mac gay? Or was two dudes looking at somepony's junk a normal thing here?? After a long moment where I'm sure he had enough time to memorize the details of my cock... he turned away and rumbled something about needing to finish up in the shed.

I breathed out, pausing for a moment and shaking my head to clear the strangeness of the last few minutes. I wanted to explore my new body and I could tell it was ready to go, growing warm and heavy in my hand as blood began to pump into it. But now just wasn't the time. I'm sure there would be plenty of chances soon enough... Scootaloo should probably be the one to check it out first anyways, I thought with a mischievous smile.

As soon as I pulled my bottoms up, my legs began to itch again. How in the hell did anypony wear clothes around here if it itched this bad?

I could at least this was something I could talk to Twilight about.

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Rarity paused and surveyed her handiwork while the entire crew at the farm looked on. She had used her horn to delicately cut the bottoms I wore right above the line where I'd indicated the hair thinned on my lower thighs then she'd hemmed them with a needle and thread given to her by Granny Smith. It felt wonderful to have that itching gone finally and my legs free. I was also grateful that Rarity's original tailoring had left plenty of room in the crotch to accommodate my new girth.

"Ah just don't understand... Why now and why did it just stop growin there?" Applejack asked the room in general.

"It's hard to say, Applejack. Nopony knew what the pegasus blood would do to Mason, not even Celestia!" Twilight stared at my legs in fascination.

I'd told them all at lunch, unable to hide the fact that I was going crazy with the itching sensation and asked Rarity to help out by cutting them off. The whole group had waited in anticipation, gathered around me in the kitchen to see the unveiling. When the first leg had fallen to her skillful cutting, a gasp had come from the whole crowd.

"Woah! Neat! It's the same color as your wings!" Scootaloo exclaimed and came forward to rub her muzzle against my thigh, feeling the hair against her cheek. She smiled and looked up at me. "It's soft!"

"Lemmi feel!" Apple Bloom did the same, and then one by one each pony came forward to inspect the new fur on my legs with mild wonder. It already felt thicker and now completely covered the skin so much that I couldn't see underneath it anymore. Only the jagged scar on my right shin from falling on my bike as a kid was visible. Magic pegasus blood or not, no hair was ever destined to grow there again.

Pinkie had been quiet, running her hoof along my leg barely for a moment, pulling her hoof back quickly before she moved away. She was so unlike herself that I finally asked her if anything was wrong.

"Yep! Peachy Keen!" she had replied with a smile, but there was something in her eyes that didn't look right. None of the other ponies seemed to notice, however... I wondered if it was just another facet to her strange personality I had yet to experience.

"So this is what you wrote Celestia about this morning?" Twilight asked, taking my thoughts away from the pink pony.

"Eh... yeah. I was kinda freaked out about it, but this morning it was just a red rash on my legs!"

"Hmm... I wonder if It's possible that the herding magic strengthened the pegasus blood's effects? That would explain the long delay and the timing of all this. But since the herding magic started a while ago, then there should have been other changes too..." Twilight pondered her theory with a hoof on her chin and was quickly lost in thought.

"Well I think it's awesome... next thing you know he's gonna have a cutie mark!" Rainbow Dash said laughing and then gave Scootaloo a friendly nudge. "Keep at it and you just might turn him into a pony for real, Squirt!"

Scootaloo reddened at this a bit, but her eyes looked up to me with a mischievous glint.

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Twilight had sent me off by myself on the last chore of the day on my list. It was to the west orchard to sprinkle the mid summer fertilizer and according to Twilight there was all the supplies I needed to fly around and distribute it waiting for me in a clearing. Nopony was around except for Twilight who had set up base in the kitchen to give out orders as we completed tasks so I left immediately, taking off at an easy pace into the warm afternoon sky and marveling at how the air felt on my legs and their new coat of fur.

It was a quick trip and I spotted the area Twilight had told me to look for quickly near the center of the west orchard. As I dropped down near the red bags of fertilizer, I noticed I wasn't alone here. A smile came to my face when I saw Scootaloo sitting alone on top of one of the bags, her back legs and tail dangling over the edge.

There was something about seeing her sitting up like this that sparked my urge to hold her close. Maybe it was the way the fur on her chest spiked up in a tuft right in the middle of her chest between her front legs, or how her back legs kicked idly at the bags under her orange flank with the long run of purple from her tail between them. She was leaning back on her front hooves and at the angle her body was... left nothing hidden from my eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I smiled at her as I landed

"Just came to talk... something's come up..." she said in a happy but sultry voice.

"Oh yeah?" I moved between her back legs and put my arms around her middle over her small orange wings. The bags were stacked up high enough that her hips were even with mine.

"I've got something to tell you too..." I said in a quiet voice. It was the first time her and I had been alone in a while and I felt a powerful need to advantage of it, especially with my new equipment.

"You mean other than your fuzzy legs?" she playfully grinned and gave me a nip of a kiss, squeezing me with her back hooves. I felt waves of excitement coming from her, an eager anticipation was tinting her presence through our bond and egging me on.

"Mmhmm..." The swelling started below my waist. It felt huge and powerful, loaded with a heavy weight that conveyed just how much larger it had become. "Something else is different too."

Her face changed to a look of sudden excitement. "What? Are you serious? What else? You didn't get a cutie mark did you?"

"No..." I teased.

"Tell me!" she smacked my chest with a hoof.

I didn't answer her. Instead I took a quick look around and then hooked my thumbs into the shorts I was wearing, pulling them down just enough to let the new and improved me hang free. Scoots eyes bulged in her head. It was erect now and probably eight inches or so... maybe even longer. When I wrapped my hand around it, I wasn't even close to being able to touch my fingers from either side anymore.

"What.. the BUCK?" she stared at it. "It's huge!"

"Yeah... It kinda freaked me out this morning. I woke up and it was like this!"

"Does it hurt?" she looked up at me with an amazed smile on her face.

"No..."

Her hoof came out and felt along the thick shaft, pausing when she got to the pale patch with the three gray dots. This area was bigger now that it was hard and the dots stood out in stark contrast against the pale skin. She saw them and gave a girlish giggle.

"Heh.. this is us..." she observed sweetly.

"What?"

"Me... Apple Bloom... and Sweetie Belle..." she touched each one of the small spots in turn with the edge of her hoof.

With the way she was sitting and how I was between her legs, the head of my cock was already aiming at the tuft of fur covering her sex, inches above the vivid purple tail under her. All I needed to to was lean forward slightly and I would press into the soft folds hidden there, barely out of sight. The smell of her body odor wafted up to me with a tinge of arousal mixed with her dusty sweat and fur.

My hips rocked forward with the intent of taking her right then and there on the bags of fertilizer but when the head of my dick brushed against her furry slit, she stopped me.

"Not yet..."

"Huh?" I looked at her in confusion. I was ready to test out my new tool and use some of the things Rainbow Dash had taught me. But now I sensed that her excitement wasn't all directed at me... there was a different need coming from her too, something outside of us.

"Somepony needs our help first..."