Author's Note

Only read if you don't mind tf/tg clop (guys being turned into mares and having sex).

Background

Background

I am Anon, a man from earth. Currently, however, I am a pony, an earth mare, in Equestria.

I’m not particularly concerned about how I got here, or why, on arrival, my species and sex was switched. I could dwell on such things, but I have learned to live in the present.

Until my return I have made it my mission to journey across Equestria; after five years here there is not much I have not seen. My current predicament, however, is beyond any of my previous experiences.

It has now been 10 days since I arrived at “Our Town”. What was an initially a pleasant, if eerily bland, stop off before a more interesting destination is, on closer inspection, really a prison – one that seems to be designed to destroy the different identities of the ponies within it.

I became trapped here after I found out about the town’s secret on the second day of my stay when I was taken to their ‘Cutie Mark Vault’ by the ‘leader among equals’ Starlight Glimmer. I didn’t hear the other village ponies close in behind me before it was too late.

To explain my feelings about what happened next, I need to tell you about what I know of the way ponies are marked and the story of my own.

Me and my mark: a brief history.

When I arrived in Equestria, and was becoming used to my new form, I was told by a mare-friend that I would be marked with an identifying symbol. I did not receive my mark immediately. It only appeared once I was settled in the new land, which did not occur for some time.

In the first months here I pined for my old life, the people who were close to me back on earth and the familiar feelings and places that I had left behind. On top of this I felt that I could not face the native equines in this body – especially stallions – and yet nor did I know how to cope in their land.

Eventually I was found and taken in by a sympathetic mare. In her care my depression passed and I gradually became reconciled to my situation and able to make my way in their world. That doesn’t mean that I accepted what I had become exactly – I knew I would never be like them and I longed for the day that I would return – but I knew that this was my ‘fate’ and that I couldn’t fight it. However, accepting my fate was only the beginning.

My process of self-rediscovery began by observing the new world and the lives of its various inhabitants. After months travelling my new enthusiasm was beginning to flag. Fearful of losing my purpose I set a new challenge for myself: to explore the dangerous forest known as the Everfree.

I set out on a lengthy solo expedition into the forest. In the heart of the forest I encountered a beast from pony legend – a sphinx. It was not the way I had hoped to see my first human face since arriving in Equestria. Seeing me for a meal it easily overpowered me, but before tearing me to pieces it asked me a riddle.

"What is the creature that walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon and three in the evening?"

I was probably the only being on Equestria able to give the right answer to her riddle:

"Man."

I replied.

For some reason answering its riddle caused the creature’s death and I survived.

On return to pony civilization my friends invited me to look at ‘my flank’. I hadn’t given it much of a look before, except to note that it – like the rest of me – was a plain fuchsia sort of colour. I noticed that it now sported three block lines in a row. To date I haven’t discovered the meaning of that symbol, but it has served to remind me of that what I want more than anything is to find the places and experiences this world has to offer without losing sight of who I am.

The unmarking

So that brings me back to the cave and my ambush in Our Town, now 8 days ago.

When I saw the cutie mark vault I was appalled. I pleaded with her to let them go – on behalf of the villagers. I told her that the marks were a reflection of each pony’s identity and that it couldn’t be right to keep ponies from them. She told me that everypony was happier without them, but I didn’t believe her. I asked her for the opportunity to convince everypony otherwise, but she refused. When I insisted Starlight grew angry.

Starlight maintained that the marks divided ponies and that there could be no argument on the matter. She said that I was a prime example of the problems created by a pony’s mark. She told me that I had lied about my nature, that my world was a lie and that I was no different from any other mare in Equestria. She told me that the villagers had to see this for themselves and to that end that I must be made an example of.

That’s when I tried to flee. However, I was stopped by the group of villagers who had, unbeknownst by me, followed me into the cave. A big white stallion grabbed me roughly and restrained me. (Over the next few days I would come to know him as Double Diamond, Starlight’s most fanatical adherent and enforcer.)

Starlight told me that my account of myself was the product of delusions brought about by my mark. She told me she could ‘cure’ me, and that when I was cured I would accept myself into their community. She told me that the beginning of my cure would be ‘unmarking’.

I pleaded with her and promised to leave the village, but to no avail.

The process of unmarking was terrifying. The weird symbol struggled against the unicorn’s magic for what felt like hours. The pain went so deep. I think I screamed when I saw it detach. By the time it was locked behind the glass I could only sob.

The days after unmarking

The week after unmarking was spent in a re-education cell with another stallion, Party Favour.

His incarceration was down to me. When I was unmarked Starlight told me to name ponies from the village that had sympathised with me. I refused but she insisted that I had been seen talking to a number of ponies and brought them in for interrogation. Party Favour took the blame for the others and was locked up alongside me.

When I wasn’t in the cell I was paraded in front of the villagers, who begged me to convert to their way. When I refused I was locked back in the cell with Party Favour. The stallion became increasingly miserable during our time together.

Party Favour

When I first arrived in Our Town all the villagers were uncurious about who I was as an individual – where I had come from, but there were exceptions, one of whom was Party Favour. He was the first pony to express any curiosity as to who I was, particularly my mark. He seemed disappointed that it wasn’t a more usual pony mark, such as an object or place that was important to me. His disappointment seemed strange since in a way his own was just as unusual. After talking a little while he grew nervous of the topic, but before we parted he left me a note telling me to meet in the town baker (Sugarbelle’s) basement.

There I was met by Party Favour and Sugarbelle (the baker) who asked me enthusiastically about my mark. They expressed a desire to have theirs again, albeit briefly. I asked them why they didn’t just take them back, and they said that they were afraid of Starlight’s reaction. I tried to convince them otherwise, and I felt that if I had a few more days they might have come over to my way of thinking. Unfortunately, after we were incarcerated, his fear of Starlight got in the way.

In our cell the poor stallion was so miserable and afraid that he would no longer engage me. My enquiries about his previous mark and Glimmer’s cruelty/fanaticism were met with sullen complaints about being locked up with a deluded mare.

Yesterday

Yesterday when Glimmer called me out of the cell she told the assembled villagers that my intransigence and deluded attachment to my mark meant that she was forced to resort to more extreme measures to complete my unmarking.

She told the assembled ponies that, “Party Favour will be the instrument of her conversion and, in turn, she shall teach him to love his village as only a mare can.”

The day (and sleepless night) since she said that has been largely spent wondering why Glimmer would think of that and what she could have in store.

Her desire that Party Favour treat me as a ‘mare’ was the worst part. That might seem odd given that I have been in this body so long, but I was never comfortable with the gender this world forced upon me. Getting used to their world is one thing, but I had never had any desire to be part of it in that way. I knew I was male, I knew I came from earth and I knew I was not a pony. I was comfortable with being an innocuous ‘thing’ able to observe another world and had accepted that fate, but nothing more.

Would Party Favour break? He seemed like a nice guy at first, but he was clearly terrified of Starlight...

Today

Currently I’m pacing in the cell I’ve been in for the last week and a day. My meagre breakfast – pushed through the door some time ago – lies uneaten in a bowl on the floor.

The floor is strewn with Our Town propaganda books/leaflets. A poster states that ‘equality is happiness’. A loudspeaker in the corner continues to drone out slogans about equality. The shuttered windows cast a striped shadow across the cell. From outside there is the sound of the village ponies going about their day.

I put my ear to the door – I’m looking for the tell-tale sounds of Starlight’s approach. This time I do hear a familiar thump thump of a group of ponies approaching.

I back away from the door.

When it is opened I see the grinning white face of Starlight’s enforcer – Double Diamond. Behind him is Starlight. She is dragging another stallion by her telekinesis, whom I soon recognise to be Party Favour.

Double Diamond advances on me. I don’t put up a fight. I’ve already found out the hard way that the athletic stallion is more than a match for me, even if I could get away from the village pegasi and the powerful magic of their unicorn leader.

He grabs me.

“What do you say?”

He commands.

“Good morning Miss Glimmer.”

I mumble.

“Good morning villager! Are you feeling better?”

She says cheerily.

“I’m not a villager.”

I say defiantly. The past 8 days have all started with this same pointless ritual.

“Oh dear! It sounds like she’s still sick.”

Glimmer says and frowns.

“A shame.”

Says Double Diamond. He twists me round so that Glimmer and Party Favour are behind me. I hear the door slam and brace myself.
I feel a stinging pain in my flank as Glimmer strikes me hard with a cane. I grit my teeth and wait.

“Now. What are you?”

She asks.

“I’m a man. I’m not from here.”

This time I whine shrilly as the cane strikes my equals mark.

“Are you a mare?”

She asks.

“No.”

I screw my eyes shut, expecting another strike. Instead I feel Glimmer gently opens my legs and push my tail to one side. My eyes open in surprise.

”There, does that look remotely like a stallion to you?”

She says to the others.

“Not at all, Starlight.”

Double diamond says, breathily.

She removes herself from my legs and trots round to my front. I feel her magic force my head forward. I shudder as her magic draws out the white stallion’s large member.

“This is what a stallion looks like.”

She looks at me expectantly.

“Please, I don’t know why I have this body here, but it is not me-”

I’m cut off by my scream of pain. My scalp throbs with pain as my head is dragged to the floor by her magic.

“What are you?”

“Please!”

I beg.

“Tell me.”

“Man”

I say through clenched teeth.

“Glimmer! You’re hurting her.”

I hear Party Favour’s pained voice.

“I’m helping her.”

She responds, firmly.

“Diamond.”

She commands.

The stallion trots towards me. With my head at floor level I see every inch of his length. He moves it so close to my face that I can smell his arousal.

“A mare here understand that just as the stallions protect and provide for her she must serve them in turn. But when she is fertile, as you are, but unready to rear a foal, she must serve him in other ways.”

Starlight recites.

“I-arhh!“

I try to speak but her magic forces my mouth open.

“First she kisses his stallionhood, to show her love for him and the village he serves.”

I renew my struggle against the unicorn’s magic, but it is no use. I feel the soft fleshiness of the gigantic penis press against my lips.

“Then she allows him to enter her mouth, demonstrating her submission to him.”

I screw my eyes shut as it presses into me. My jaw aches as I fight to close it.

“Then she pleasures him as he wills, understanding that her body is an instrument to please her village.”

The stallion moves his cock deeper into my mouth.

As he does so I feel my legs parted once more. I grunt as a hoof presses onto my alien genitalia. I open my eyes in shock. In my peripheral vision I barely see the blue stallion positioned between my legs.

“Mffff!?”

I squeal furiously at him. His act of betrayal pushes me over the edge and my vision blurs with tears.