Pizza was shared around the table. Once hunger was taken care of, Bed Time gestured at her little figure on the table. "Can we go back? Please? You seem like nice ponies, but I want my tail back."

Brad raised a hand. "I will agree with this statement."

Joe looked out the back door to the swirling colors beyond and sighed. "Well we're not getting out any other way I can see... Let's do it?"

Paul pushed a sheet forward. "First, an idea. Behold, Blank Slate, a unicorn with the unfortunate habit of being possessed by higher beings. If this works, I'll have a body to inhabit when I want to."

Bed Time shuddered softly. "You're just... making a pony? Are you gods?"

I reached across the table for one of Bed's hands, squeezing it gently. "We're not trying to hurt any... pony. As soon as we can, we'll get out of this game and stop messing with your world."

Bed gave a nervous little smile. "It's hardly a game... But thank you." Her curious eyes took in Paul. "I am... Please be kind to us."

Joe shook his head. "That sounded almost creepy. Let's play the game like regular people, uh, as regular as we can be."

And so the game resumed. They exited the church and returned to Ponyville. Oddly enough, Paul found he had pre-drawn maps of Ponyville at hand, and easily moved their tokens to it. When they arrived at Bed Time's inn, he had a map for that too. Bed Time was delighted to see her inn, even in two dimensional format. "I check if anypony has signed in while I was gone."

Paul let loose a few dice, and they were in.

Bed Time swayed with disorientation as she suddenly had four legs again. As she recovered, a broad smile played over her snout. "Home!" She rushed over to the registry and peeked at it. There was a new name. "A new customer too! Today gets better. Blank Slate? Why is that familiar?"

A pale white unicorn descended from above, looking around timidly and stepping awkwardly across the stairs as if she were new to the form. "Hello?"

I raised a hoof and waved. "Is that you, Paul?"

She smiled. "That's Blank Slate, but yes."

An unfamiliar earth pony snorted beside us. "I didn't figure you'd go with a mare." The earth pony suddenly became pegasus with disturbingly large teats that resembled udders more than anything else. She chuckled at them.

Joe, returned to his unicorn cleric self, tilted his head at Brad. "Ugh, really? Can you keep a clear head for a moment?"

Bed Time moved over to Blank Slate and smiled at her. "It's good that you're not just a voice anymore. Nice to meet you, in the hooves as it were." She reached out a leg and hugged Blank Slate around the neck, then turned towards me and paused. "Oh..."

I looked down at myself. I didn't look that different, I thought. I was a little larger, but still a pegasus, dressed the same and wielding a lance. "Do I look off?"

Bed Time shook her head. "No... very handsome."

I flushed a little, feeling a lot better about being a handsome stallion than a mare. "I'm still the same pony as before, just.. male."

She tilted her head a little. "Alright. Well I liked her too, so I'm sure we're still friends." She only then noticed Brad exploring her shapeshifting powers and cringed. "Please don't do that here. You'll scare away my business.

"What business?" Brad curled up on herself and took a teat in snout, starting to nurse from herself shamelessly.

All eyes moved off of her, finding one another much safer things to look at. Joe coughed into a hoof. "So! Once we go on an adventure, I'm guessing we get sent back."

Blank Slate pointed at Bed Time. "You're a party member now."

Bed's ears perked. "I am? I mean... you want me to be?"

I quickly nodded. "Yes, please? Besides being an awesome warrior, you're a good pe--pony. Stick around with us."

My compliment seemed to warm Bed Time to the idea as she nodded quickly.

Blank Slate went limp, standing there with her eyes closed.

"As the party gathered, strengthened with new numbers, they prepared for bed. Surely there would be new challenges for them in the morrow."

Blank Slate suddenly snapped back to wakefulness. "Woah! Sorry, sudden urge. Guess I can't narrate and possess at the same time." She turned back for the stairs. "Let's get some sleep. It's been a long day. Disembodied voices have a hard time getting any naps in."

I nudged the self-indulgent Brad. "We're going to bed."

She paused long enough to grunt, "I'll be up when I feel like it," with her snout buried between her own legs. Ponies were a lot more flexible than humans...

I decided not to contemplate that for too long and soon we had all retired to the largest room the inn had to offer. There were three beds. Joe sank to the floor. "You guys can take the beds."

Bed Time huffed softly. "We can share them." She threw a leg over my neck and gently pulled me towards one. "Like this." She gently pulled me up onto the bed with her and smiled. "See. We're all friends, right?"

Blank Slate hopped onto the next bed over and snuggled up under the covers before closing her eyes, passing out almost instantly.

Joe tilted his head at the sleeping Blank Slate. "Guess he really was tired. Uh, so what about Brad?"

"She's last, she can get whatever's left." I stiffened as Bed gave a warm nuzzling across my cheeks. "You're overdressed for bed." She began peeling me out of the armor. This was moving pretty fast, but I kind of liked Bed Time. I thought maybe I should just go with the flow and not question a good thing.

Joe moved over to the last bed and was soon tucked in and sleeping as well, leaving us to enjoy one another in relative privacy. Bed Time seemed to enjoy peeling me free of the armor, like a strip show that she had control over. She gave soft noises of appreciation with each new piece she worked off, and her hooves explored over exposed fur as I became free to the air. By the time I was naked, I was also painfully aroused.

Sure, she was a pony. Maybe I was a sick person, but that fact really didn't seem to matter so much while she was feeling me up. When she put her soft lips to my oddly shaped tool and kissed the flat end of it, I groaned softly. My mind was made up, I wanted her in all the right or wrong ways. She seemed to detect my readiness and rolled over, presenting her backside to me. "Make me your mare."

My mare? Some part of me thrilled at the idea of it, and I moved in. I'd had some girlfriends before, and didn't rush to bury in her, instead exploring her pony pussy with my tongue. She squeaked and started to squirm as I tasted her. She was hot and soft, and tasted strangely but not unpleasantly of a baked apple pie. Her passage convulsed with my broad tongue's explorations and I knew she was ready for what was to come.

I hopped up on her, wings flapping to keep me steady. I nudged forward, driving that pony cock up along her belly the first time, then across her tail. Third time was the charm as it caught on her winking vulva and slowly sank into her. We both went rigid with pleasure before I pressed inwards slowly, savoring every inch of victory over her form. My mare. I felt a strange new feeling burning inside of me and I leaned in, nibbling at the back of her neck, claiming her as I drove in to her fully. We were consumed with the need to consummate this overwhelming new bond we felt and worked against each other in a frenzy of meeting flesh. Each full push ended with my heavy balls slapping against her with increasing tension. I was getting close. I couldn't tell how she was doing, other than the throaty noises of bliss she let out. Her passage twitched and spasmed around me, but it had done that from the start, almost milking me for the seed I was rapidly building up.

She drove back against me. "Do it! Stop holding it..."

Was I holding it? I grunted softly and rocked against her, letting it all go. A powerful twitch ran along my new member and heat poured freely into her silken passage. Every spurt was a powerful spasm of delight through me. I collapsed against her back, panting for breath, but still held snugly in her before my softening member began to draw back. She let out a soft sigh of completion and turned her head back at me. "You w..." She cut off, looking past me with an expression of distaste. I craned my neck around to see what she was looking at and saw Brad had snuck in during our session and was enjoying the show with a bit of self-pleasure, though she now sported a tool that dwarfed mine.

I nuzzled Bed Time gently. "Ignore her. Thank you, that was great."

Bed Time nuzzled back gently and slipped out from beneath me only to guide me to the bed. Her mouth descended over my spent member. Every touch of her tongue made me jump with sensitivity, becoming a delicious sort of torture until she decided I was clean. We were soon snuggled in together in bed, and faded off to sleep.

Author's Note

Just in case you were wondering why this was rated Mature/Sex. The party's back, and the dynamic has shuffled a bit. What horrors await, and does clopping produce typos? Brad, you traitor!