Our Town (a tf/tg clop)

by abrony-mouse

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Starlight Glimmer, Romance
Length: 12545

Five pony years or so ago, Anon, a man from earth, found himself in Equestria! Now he finds himself a captive of Starlight Glimmer who seeks to convert him to just another village mare…

Five pony years or so ago, Anon, a man from earth, found himself in Equestria as an earth mare! Since then he’s settled into Equestria, but retained his separate identity. Unfortunately his travels have recently taken him to a little town where the ponies are less accepting of his different nature than in the rest of Equestria. Now a captive of their ideologue and ‘leader among Equals’ Starlight Glimmer, he is without his mark and has to struggle to hold onto his different nature and resist her attempts to convert him to just another village mare.

Published 2015-07-09 21:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-08-28 23:19:48 UTC

Background

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.

Chapter 2

I feel Party Favour hesitate.

Double Diamond groans with pleasure and adjusts himself so that he’s resting heavily on my back.

“Party Favour?”

I hear Starlight ask.

Suddenly I hear her scream.

It takes me a second to realise that the magical force on my jaw has receded. I take the opportunity to bite down on the white stallion’s member.

I experience a moment of intense satisfaction as I hear him howl with pain. The moment is cut short by a crack of something hard against my head and everything goes black.

Some time later

I awake to a splitting headache and the feel of something warm and soft pressed against my head.

“You’re awake!”

I hear Party Favour say.

“What happened?”

I groan in response.

“Starlight says my ‘stallion instincts’ kicked in. She forgives me though.”

He babbles.

“But what- what happened?”

I try again.

“I tried to stop them. But they insisted. I felt so angry.”

I decided to let the babbling stallion tell the story his way.

It transpired that he had been taken away the day before and informed that he needed to prove his loyalty to the village by taking me as a mare. He refused at first but Starlight had said that if he wouldn’t she would have no choice but to exile me from the village. He had the day to think about it.

He said that when he looked into himself he couldn’t bare the idea of me wondering away from the village alone and markless. He said he wanted to take care of me since he felt responsible for my incarceration.

Anyway he eventually acceded to their plan. When he saw how humiliated I was – when I cried – he couldn’t go through with the plan. He hit out at Starlight, hence her scream. When I bit down on Double Diamond the big stallion hit me with his hoof and I blacked out.

Party Favour said that at that moment he thought that he and I were going to be exiled, but apparently Starlight was actually pleased. She told Party Favour that she had asked Double Diamond to do what he did in order to bring out his inner stallion. Starlight had told him that his response was a natural reaction to seeing his mare defiled. The deluded stallion actually believed her.

Eventually he stops babbling.

“What happens now?”

I ask him weakly.

“Starlight says I’m your stallion now. I will protect you.”

I groan inwardly.

“Am I free?”

I ask hopefully.

He stops tending me, looking uncertain.

“You… won’t leave?”

He says, sounding hurt.

“They-“

I don't want to say the word.

“Hurt me.”

I say instead.

“I know. Starlight is a hard mare – she’s built everything here from nothing at all, but she just wants to help you.”
I feel myself begin to tear up again and I feebly try to push the stallion away.

“But Double Diamond won’t be able to do anything like that again.”

He says, with a glint in his eye.

Despite everything I can’t help smiling a weakly at that. He beams. I catch his eye but turn away, feeling uncomfortable.

My thoughts turn to the familiar subject of escape. I have two options. Firstly I could try to bring Party Favour round and leave with him – he knows the country and maybe he would know some way of escaping the Village’s reprisal. Secondly I could escape without him – an earth pony, alone, miles from anywhere. Not for the first time I cursed the fact that in this world I was not a pegasus.

The second option – persuading Party Favour – might be achievable, but would mean I would have to remain in the village for months before he came round. He had clearly been subject to Starlight’s brainwashing for years. Over the past week together I had tried everything to persuade him: I’d tried talking about his talent; I’d tried telling him of the life outside the village; I’d even promised him royal favour and a share of my collection of pony artefacts which I had left behind me in Canterlot. But I might as well have been talking to a wall. There was the faintest glimmer of curiosity in him, but it seemed to be entirely overwhelmed by his fear of Starlight Glimmer.

My head lolls against Party Favour’s warm side and my eyes close as I think about my escape. Eventually my thoughts grow vague and tiredness overwhelms me.

..
In my dreams I’m a man again. I’m running from the Sphinx, which keeps shouting that I had lied to it.
On the horizon there is a town! I run desperately towards but the beast is faster than me. Why can’t I run faster?
..

With a gasp I wake from the nightmare.

The light is streaming into my cell. My head rests on Party Favour’s side. His soft breathing tells me that he is still asleep.

I feel a soft touch on my shoulder.

“Come. Don’t wake him.”

I recognise Sugarbelle’s soft voice, and turn to see the mare’s kind eyes.

I give her a questioning look and rise, painfully, to my hooves.

Sugarbelle was one of the ponies who had been curious about my mark. Party Favour had covered for her or she might well have been imprisoned along with us. During my imprisonment she was easily the kindest of the villagers, not that we had spoken much – more a kind word or a smile when she dropped off our hay-bread and water.

But why is she here now? What could Starlight have in store? From what Party Favour said yesterday it sounded like Starlight's plan was to make me Party Favour’s ‘village mare’ – whatever that means.

I wait till we’re outside before asking her what was going on.

“Just – tidying you up a little.”

She tells me softly.

I sigh. That makes sense I suppose – I was still a mess from yesterday. But why did she suddenly need to get involved in tidying me up? I ask her.

“Oh… um.”

She hesitates.

“Please Sugarbellle.”

I insist.

“Well if you are going to be… well Party Favour would want… all over.”

She says reluctantly.

Whatever that means.

I enter her meagre cottage. A tub sits in the middle of the room with a primitive looking scrubbing brush and even more primitive looking soap.

“It’s ok Sugarbelle – I should be able to manage.”

I tell her and trot into the tub.

I set about washing myself, trying to avoid pressing against the painful bump on my head where Double Diamond hit me.

“Wh-who did that?”

Sugarbelle asks. I’m almost taken aback – it’s one of the first questions I’d heard from anypony.

“Oh, it was Double Diamond.”

I reply, and continue washing.

“B-but why?”

“I bit him.”

I say, with satisfaction.

“Wh-why?”

I’m about to reply, but am interrupted.

“Sugarbelle! So many questions! I’m surprised at you.”

Starlight’s voice comes from the doorway – her brightness sounding brittle.

“Her action was out of loyalty to Party Favour. Otherwise she would have been punished.”

She says, and nods, as if trying to convince herself of her own message.

She looks at me coldly.

“I did ask for you to clean her Sugarbelle. Really, must I do everything myself?”

She levitates the scrubbing brush in her magic and I instantly regret my decision not to let Sugarbelle clean me.

“Sorry Starlight.”

Sugarbelle says demurely and, looking down, retires to a corner.

“Legs apart.”

She instructs.

I refuse, defiant.

“Sugarbelle, please wait outside my dear. I fear I shouldn’t have asked you to perform this task. You are far too sensitive to deal with such a rough mare.”

Starlight says with mock-sweetness.

“Ok Starlight.”

Sugarbelle mumbles, giving me a sympathetic look.

Once she leaves I pipe up.

“Starlight. Stop! Princess Celestia will-”

I choke as her magic grips me by the neck.

“Good morning Miss Glimmer.”

She says, in her 'instructing' voice.

I consider resisting for a second, but decide against it. I nod and her magical grip relaxes.

“Good morning Miss Glimmer.”

I say.

“Good Morning.”

She says back.

“If the Princess graces us with her presence she will see how lovely our little village is and how important it is to forgo the marks that divide us.”

She continues.

“Our newest member, Fuschia Petal-“

She pauses, presumably so I can savor the ridiculous name they have given me.

“-will join all of us in this endeavour and will apologise for her previous lies.”

She pauses for a second. I don’t interject – there doesn’t seem to be any point.

“And your first step in becoming a village mare is to become clean. Fully clean. So-“

She glowers.

“Open your legs.”

My legs stay resolutely closed.

The emotional temperature drops a few degrees

“Your disobedience and deluded refusal to accept your position stems from your mark. Though your identity lies in the vault you still remember it. Just like Party Favour.”

She pauses. I offer no response.

“A village stallion must share the punishment for his mare’s disobedience. I will be frank, the punishment for what you did is exile-”

My heart soars, but I try to remain solemn so that the crazed mare believes I would genuinely fear to be exiled from her horrible social experiment.

She walks round to my head and puts a hoof on my cheek.

“-exile to the caves near here.”

She says softly.

“There is only one pony who can navigate those caves.”

Her voice drops to a whisper.

You see I was once an explorer like you. What I found in those caves…-“

Starlight proceeded to tell me that she had once been an explorer and had sought to conquer the caves. She said that the reason the caves were unexplored by ponies was because something in there fed upon the ‘soul’ of sentient beings. She escaped with her life because her magic allowed her to detach her soul by using the staff of unmarking. If we were to be exiled there with our marks then we would be destroyed.

Finally she said:

“I have not had to exile anypony yet… but I cannot allow you to destroy my village.”

So disobedience would mean not only death, but a horrific death, and one which I would also condemn an innocent stallion to share in, since Party Favour would be exiled alongside me.

Back to the present, I decide to nod in agreement with Starlight. The mare was clearly beyond reason.

“Legs apart.”

I do as she says and shuffle them apart, feeling numb. The brush pushes into me painfully.

Eventually she is done; my parts feel sore from the scrubbing.

“Sugarbelle.”

Starlight calls out. The mare enters the house.

“Take her to her stallion. Tell him she is ready and that I will be there shortly.”

I trot quietly back with Sugarbelle. She trots in ahead of me. We are soon at Party Favour’s cottage.

“Party Favour? She is ready. Starlight will be here soon. Oh, and here’s your muffins.”

She informs him and exits – gesturing for me to go in.

He’s sitting at a table, upon which are some muffins. He moves towards me and takes my hoof – ushering me to the table. I let him.

“Ready for what?”

I ask him as I take a muffin.

“Eat breakfast first – you look famished. I’ll tell you in a second.”

I put down the muffin.

“Now.”

I say, irritably. He looks a bit hurt.

“Well Starlight thought that we should try again, just me and you…”

I get a sick feeling and choke back a sob.

“I told her I wouldn’t force you.”

He says solemnly.

Well there is that. Although I wonder if he knows that the alternative was a slow death in the caves.

“Thanks.”

I mumble.

“Don’t you… want to? Starlight said-”

“I don’t care what she said. She is…”

‘Mad, evil, amoral…?’ What could I say to convince him? I could see in his eyes that he really didn’t understand. I decide to opt for a different tack and buy myself time.

“I’m not ready.”

I say, lamely.

“I understand.”

He says, and puts a hoof to my cheek.

As I look into the stallion’s eyes, I consider whether I can face him dying on my behalf… or whether I am ready to die rather than do Starlight’s bidding. Perhaps it was an idle threat?

I look down and sigh.

“If I need to be your village mare, I will.”

I say. I’ll put up with Starlight’s commands and take my opportunity to escape when it comes.

I sit at the table in a daze. I don’t look at him.

I’m snapped out of my funk by the sound of a pony approaching.

“Good morning Starlight!”

Party Favour greets her.

I suppress an urge to hide.

“What do you say, Fuschia?”

“Good morning Miss Glimmer.”

I mumble, feeling too depressed by the situation to be defiant.

“Very good. Now I don’t have all day. So if you would get up.”

She says impatiently.

I reluctantly rise to my hooves.

Starlight trots round to my rear and Party Favour follows her.

She once more pries my legs apart, but this time I instinctively flex muscles in my back and jam my tail between my legs.

The stallion sighs.

“I will not force her. Even if it means-”

“It’s ok.”

I manage to say.

I try to relax my back. I feel my tail loosen.

“Better.”

I feel Starlight’s magic lift up my tail as before.

“A village stallion is not just firm with his mare. He must be gentle with her.”

She instructs, addressing Party Favour.

I feel Party Favour press his rough hoof against the softness between my legs. Instinctively I shrink away.

Glimmer’s cane taps my flank threateningly and I adjust my position, wanting the humiliating experience to end.
He continues to knead between my legs. The rough hoof rubs uncomfortably, but I don’t flinch.

“Well?”

Asks Glimmer impatiently.

“She is um-“

He hesitates.

Glimmer sighs.

“Yes?”

“Should I?”

He asks.

“It is a stallion’s prerogative.”

As I vaguely wonder what that means I feel hot breath against my crotch. I suppress a shudder of disgust and grit my teeth. ‘Get on with it.’ I think to myself.

His wet tongue licks at me, adding dampness to my general discomfort. I get a strong urge to push him away and dry myself off. At least his tongue is less abrasive than his hoof.

He laps for a while and my thoughts drift back to home – my real home, on earth. I vaguely wonder what people would think if they saw me now.

“That should be sufficient.”

Starlight’’s voice cuts into my reverie.

I get butterflies as I realise that the time has come.

“Mount her.”

Glimmer commands.

I feel his weight press onto my back. His forelegs slip awkwardly on my shoulders. At least he’s not heavy.

He tries to give me an affectionate nuzzle, but I’m in too much of a funk with the situation to respond. He falters a little – looking upset.

“Thrust.”

She orders.

I screw my eyes shut as I feel his flesh press against mine. It sort of rubs against my crotch.

Glimmer tsks.

I see her horn light up but I can’t see what her telekinesis is affecting.

Party Favour groans above me.

Suddenly he bucks his hips against me, much harder than before.

“Aaieee!”

I scream as his hardness pushes against my crotch, forcing my flesh aside.

“No no! NO! PLEASE!”

I howl with pain.

I feel him withdraw.

I pant and curse my weakness. If the alternative is unthinkable then what is the point of resisting?

“Sorry.”

I mumble and nod for him to continue.

I feel Glimmer’s baton on my legs.

“Apart. Further.”

She orders.

I shuffle my legs further apart. My now aching marehood spreads slightly.

“Now do it slowly, and be gentle.”

She tells him.

He shifts his weight above me. I tense up as he pushes. He presses, but – like before – little happens.

Glimmer stomps her hoof impatiently.

Once again I see her horn light up. This time, however, I feel her telekinesis between my legs. The magical ‘touch’ tingles towards the top of my marehood. I squirm at the weird sensation. The magic pushes the top of my lips apart and the tingling pushes against something inside.

I pant as the tingling becomes decidedly erotic. I get a weird sensation of becoming hard – like I did as a man. ‘Impossible!?’ I think to myself.

“Ugh…”

I hear myself pant. Glimmer says something, but all I can think about is the tingling.

I feel him push against me again. The pushing distracts me from the tingling feeling a little but I’m still focused on that. This time there is less pain. I feel myself stretching. Eventually his hips push against mine and he groans.

I give a disappointed sigh as the tingling stops. Still, now that that is done with, hopefully the mad mare is satisfied?

“Good. Now your mare is ready – rut her.”

I hear her say.

Chapter 3

This time – without the distraction of her telekinesis – I feel him slide partially out of me. Before he fully withdraws however he groans and thrusts back.

The pain is far less than before. In fact there is even a slight erotic tingling where the pressure pushes at the top of my crotch.
I resist the weird urge to push back into him and try to focus on something else.

My mind drifts to my escape plans.

I grit my teeth at a rush of sensation from my groin as Party Favour pushes against my crotch. I swallow a groan of pleasure.

He withdraws again, and I try to focus. Now I was out of my cell I could escape! I would have to go at the dead of night. There was no point in waiting. I'd take a route through the mountains-

I pant at another rush of sensation and fight against the urge to vocalise the pleasure from my crotch. Party Favour is partially withdrawn and sort of rolling his cock around my marehood. I’m unable to stop myself squeezing my legs together to increase the sensation and am rewarded with a powerful tingling that almost threatens to overwhelm me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Starlight grin smugly.

He stops, thank Christ, and returns to thrusting again. I gather my thoughts again. Yes, I remember that the nearby mountain range definitely crossed with the train tracks at some point North of here-

“Ow!”

My thoughts are interrupted by Party Favour biting at on my large, sensitive pony ears.

“Sorry.”

He pants, and resumes thrusting.

Anyway, if I escaped towards the nearby mountains at night and then travelled by night I could head for the tracks.

“Aiee!”

I’m unable to bite down a squeak of pleasure.

Party Favour’s thrusts back into me quickly. And again. And again. Combined with the grinding of before. I find myself unable to think about anything but the building feeling in my crotch. I get a feeling not dissimilar to when I was a man – a sort of ‘on the brink feeling’. Lost to the feeling, I rock back against my stallion.

“Withdraw. Now.”

Starlight cuts in.

“No-oooooooo.”

I whine.

Party Favour grunts angrily at her.

My fur tingles as Starlight’s magical power lifts him bodily off me.

My crotch throbs, but I just manage not to debase myself. I pant as the feeling gradually subsides.

“She is not ready to rear foals yet, but she clearly knows how to excite her stallion.”

She says with the same smug tone as before.

Starlight’s reference reminds me of my thoughts near climax. As the sensations of my first really ‘female’ experience die away I focus on its alienness and humiliation. My eyes begin to feel hot and I grit my teeth. I make my face blank - not wanting to give Starlight the satisfaction of seeing me sob.

Party Favour, however, is crying freely. His head is bowed submissively at Starlight’s hooves.

“I couldn’t stop. Please forgive me Starlight.”

He pleads.

“I know disobedience is usually punished severely in the village. But when a stallion is overwhelmed by his feelings he is not himself. I forgive your frailty in this instance.”

She says back, in the same level tone as the equality propaganda I have been forced to listen to for the past week. I suppress the urge to gag.

“Having taken your first hoofstep towards your, and her, redemption through village union you must convince her to accept that her destiny is the village and not the false promise of her old mark. If she accepts her fate then she will be allowed to rear your foal. If not then you will both be exiled.”

I stare forward grimly and focus on my escape plan which had been interrupted by the eroticism of the previous experience. I needed to know if I was going to be watched, if Starlight’s cottage was watched and if any of the village pegasi could track me, especially at night…

Starlight’s drawl once more interrupts my thoughts-

“Take her to your cottage. Report to me when she is ready.”

I try not to flinch as Party Favour puts a hoof to my shoulder, urging me to follow him. I sigh and follow, head bowed. At least I wouldn’t have to see Starlight’s smug face for a while…

The villagers outside are trotting about their day. I feel myself cower into Party Favour a little, trying to avoid their gaze and weird grins, but I don’t simply flee to the house – I want them to think that I am converting to their way, to put their guard down.
A pegasi stallion trots up to us.

“So has she joined us yet?”

He asks Party Favour.

It takes every ounce of strength not to sob or scream at him. I keep my head bowed.

“Starlight says she might be, one day.”

Party Favour says, sounding hopeful.

“I sure hope so.”

The stallion replies, blandly.

“Is your mare Misty ready? She was so close, but when I was disharmonious I wasn’t allowed to ask…”
He says, his voice trembling a little as he mentions the word.

“Yes. She’s had three little foals. Two fillies and a colt.”
The stallion says.
He says.

“Aww…”

Party Favour replies sentimentally. I look up, surprised by the sudden spark of emotion and departure from his normal bland public manner.

“It is good that our village increases.”

The stallion replies, looking uncomfortable.

Party Favour grins back.

I return to looking at the ground and soon the awkward meeting is over. Presumably I’m still too ‘disharmonious’ to talk to. I trot beside Party Favour in silence. We are soon at the re-education cottage – my cell for the past few days – I hesitate, but Party Favour doesn’t stop.

He grins at me.

“I know you’ll like living in my cottage most equally.”

I roll my eyes at the term and trot on.

“It’s not a re-education cottage. It has a door. And windows…”

He continues to ‘sell’ the place to me. I remain silent. Again I feel that this would be comic if these ponies weren’t effectively my prison wardens. The reference to the cottage reminds me of my arrival in Our Town. I think vaguely back to that day…
I visited his cottage before I was imprisoned here, which now feels ages ago, but was only about 8 days. I visited because he was different to the others. He was less lifeless and disinterested in the world.

It was on that night that he told me that he and Sugarbelle missed their marks. He also told me about others who did too. He told me that one pony, Night Glider – a pegasus filly – had only just got her mark when it was taken away. He told me how distressed she was, and that she had almost been exiled for being disharmonious. It was her story in particular moved me to challenge Starlight.

My thoughts are interrupted by Party Favour’s voice.

“Ladies first.”

He says.

I wince.

The inside is bare, which surprises me. Party Favour’s talent is (was?) essentially making nic-nacs. When I arrived his cottage was full of little things he’d made. I ask him where everything is.

“Starlight says we’re to start a new life together. I won’t need my old things any more.”

He says, his smile looking particularly forced. It strikes me that this stallion has suffered rather a lot on my account; I look away.

“The first thing we need is a bigger bed! Sugarbelle kept some of my special straw to-“

I tune out. The last thing I am interested right now was playing homemaker with him. By nightfall I should be gone anyway. My thoughts turn back to escape drift back to escape while he’s talking.

Does the town have any guards out at night, I wonder.

“-so what do you think?”

Party Favour asks and looks at me inquisitively.

“Oh… yes?”

I hazard. He grins and begins to babble again. I return to planning my escape.

I must get to the next train station down from Our Town. It’s a long way to cover, but I have always had a talent for exploring. The main problem would be supplies of water and shelter on the way. Being an equine had enormous benefits in terms of travelling relative to my previous human body; so long as I can graze and find a stream I can trot for days at a decent pace.

I shiver as I realise that if I’m not being watched then all I need to do to end this experience is trot out of this place.

“F-Fuschia?”

I hear Party Favour say, but the significance of the name doesn’t immediately register.

“Did you hear what I said?”

I look up.

“I’m sorry, what was it?”

I respond, distractedly.

“You get some water from the well, milk, wheat-flower and butter. I’ll see about the bed.”

He says.

I wince with fear at the idea of trotting among the villagers, especially the stallions… and Double Diamond.

“Maybe we could ask Sugarbelle if she would lend a hoof?”

I nod. The feeling of fear subsides a bit.

I follow him as he trots out of the door. I try not to think too much about being watched.

We cross the street and he calls out for Sugarbelle. Unappetising muffin smells come from the open door.

“Oh, hello Party Favour.”

The sweet mare’s voice sounds from inside.

When she sees me she stops.

“H-hello.“

She hesitates. I give her a small smile.

“I was wondering if you could help Fuschia get a few things together for the cottage? She’s needs help settling in.”

He says.

“Oh – s-sure.”

She replies demurely.

“We just need some food and cooking things.”

He continues.

“Well I have some things.”

I tune out again and return to thinking about tonight. If the front of the house is being watched then I could slip out through a back window I think. I would need to do it quietly of course…

“F-Fuschia?”

Sugarbelle addresses me.

“Oh, um?”

I say, distracted.

“W-would you like some flour?”

She asks.

“Oh – um, yes? How many bits?”

I say without thinking.

“Bits create division. Everypony receives her share of flour.”

She and Party Favour recite.

“Oh – well yes. Just… my share then?”

I say, trying not to grit my teeth.

“That’s right!”

Party Favour grins.

“I’ll be off – thanks Sugarbelle.”

Before he turns to go he quickly pecks my cheek.

“See you soon.”

I mumble in response – the intimacy reminding me uncomfortably of earlier.

Sugarbelle returns with a bag of flour in her mouth and sets it down in front of me.

“Here you go.”

And so begins some of the most frustrating hours of my life - passed in a haze of domesticity and anticipation of escape.

By the time it is evening Sugarbelle and I have restocked the kitchen, tidied the cottage and even put up some meagre decorations.
Party Favour, meanwhile, has acquired a double bed and has been engaged for a number of hours in the effort of dragging it into his bedroom.

…

Finally we are done.

Sugarbelle pokes around the kitchen.

“Um – I think that’s everything.”

She says finally. I’m practically skittering with impatience.

“Thanks Sugarbelle.”

I say, already heading towards the door. I wave the mare off, my head full of my escape from this madness.

Chapter 3A

I mentally go over my plan of escape.

‘Firstly, Party Favour-‘

A touch on my shoulder almost causes me to startle.

‘Fuschia, darling…’

I hear Party Favour say softly.

‘What!?‘ I snap, unthinkingly.

I force myself to backtrack – I needed him sweet for my escape to work. ‘Sorry… darling,‘ I try not to roll my eyes, ‘it’s just been a long day.‘

‘All that work has really got me hungry.’

He says, expectantly.

I suppress a groan. ‘Yes dear.’

As I busy myself in the kitchen I return to my mental plan.

‘Firstly, Party Favour. I need him to sleep soundly and not raise the alarm.’

Hopefully a big meal will do the trick. If not… I grimace inwardly and hope it doesn’t come to that.

‘Secondly, leave without being seen.’

Preparing the house earlier I found a weakness in the straw-brick structure towards the side of the house which had been badly patched up – typical of the general shoddiness of the place. If I emerged from the side that should throw anypony watching the front/back.

‘Thirdly get as far away as possible in the darkness.’

I have always had a talent for navigation. From what I have seen of the ponies of Our Town they wouldn’t catch me.

‘Fourthly hide during the day.’

That should be easy enough. I’d hidden from some of Equestria’s smartest critters in my travels.

‘Finally navigate to a friendly pony settlement or a train station.’

I complete the trivial meal tasks, making sure to give Party Favour an extra helping, and for the first time in weeks feel hopeful.

‘Ready dear.’

I continue the charade, and set out the meal.

Party Favour smiles at me, the weird ‘Our Town’ smile. I try to reflect it.

‘This looks so nice.’

He says in his breathy voice. I nod and wonder if I’ll intercede on his behalf with the supreme Alicorn sorcerers who rule Equestria.

‘You look nice too.’

He continues, between munching his oatmeal. In my head the white Alicorn, Celestia, frowns and rejects my plea.

‘If we have a filly I hope she has your colour.’

I nod again. ‘Party Favour, for being accessory to the sorceress Starlight Glimmer, rapist and murderer, you are hereby sentenced to rot in Tartarus.’ Celestia pronounces her judgement. A harsh punishment, but a message did need to be sent – using magic on a non-magic user without his consent was unforgivable.

At last we finish the meal.

‘I’ll be upstairs.’

Party Favour says eagerly. I groan inwardly.

I take as long as I can over washing up, hoping against hope that he falls asleep, but don’t dare break role.

As I enter the room he practically leaps out of the bed. At the sight of his ‘excitement’ bobbing beneath him my resolve almost falters, but I reassure myself that freedom is near.

I manage a shaky smile and he is quickly behind me.

He begins to fumble onto my back. I curse myself for not thinking – I could have prepared myself.

His hard sex bumps against mine, painfully and insistently.

I grit my teeth and try to ignore the pain by thinking of my escape. I cannot focus, however, and my thoughts instead drift back to the last time Party Favour did this. Starlight’s magic on my sex and Party Favour forcing himself into me. As I think about the humiliating experience, somehow the tingling returns! A residual effect of Starlight’s magic? With the tingling the weird feeling of excitement from before also begins to return. I gasp, half in role, half from pleasure as Party Favour thrusts begin to push into me.

My gasping seems to encourage him as he begins to rut me in earnest. But this time Starlight’s magic doesn’t help and my small amount of pleasure soon dissipates.

Mercifully the experience is brief. He finishes and pushes me onto the bed. Soon his soft breathing tell me that he is asleep. My crotch sore and sopping, I lie there as my excitement builds, not daring to move until I’m sure he’s asleep.

Author's Note

So I finally manage to update this story after ages of writer's block. I've had ideas for chap 4 in my head for years - I never really left this story, but I wasn't sure how to connect those ideas to Chap 3. I didn't mean for this to be a stand alone chap, but rather be part of Chap 4; however, the structure ended up working as a mini chap and I was excited to actually have enough material for a mini update :p

Just woud like to say thanks for the comments! They really encouraged me to return to this :)

Chapter 4

Waiting is excruciating.

Full of adrenaline I make an experimental shift in the bed, alive to any change in the behaviour of the somnolent stallion beside me.

Nothing.

I tremble in excitement and try to suppress the fantasy, building all day, of freedom and escape. Images of my home, my real home - on earth - flash through my head. If I get through this I must go back, to tell them all I love them... even if I want to stay here after.

I move again. And again. The spike of adrenaline when I realise that he's asleep and that I must act almost makes me gag.

I shuffle my lithe body to the edge of the bed. With my heart thudding in my ears, I commit myself. I roll away from Party Favour and off the (shoddy) bed and onto the floor. My ears twitch for any audible sign and my hind legs throb with the desire to bolt. It takes all the force of my will to steady myself.

As I stand frozen in the darkness of the Townhouse, the second phase of my plan crystalises in my mind. Leaving without being seen means leaving through the weakness in the wall of the house that I identified earlier. The street would be watched by one of the glassy eyed, breanwashed pegasi.

I try to start towards the bedroom but... I cant move! The plan I made earlier today rests at the fore of my mind... but for the first time in my life the idea of being somewhere new just doesn't grip me. The Town was horrible... and I should escape it, but the thought of finding new things, the thought which had always grounded me, been my compass in this land was simply not there. It felt like my will, my 'self ' was leaking into the shoddy straw of the cramped Town bedroom. Still frozen on the carpet I felt a lethargy that I had never felt anywhere in Equestria creep into me. I looked towards the bed, and the peaceful stallion on it... wouldn't it be nice to go back to bed?

I shake my head to clear it. I forced myself to rationalise. I needed to escape because I would be repeatedly abused here, because they didn't understand me, because I hated them... As I intoned the reasons, almost as if in response to my mental effort, my sluggish limbs began to move, as if propelled by some external force. The feeling that it would be nice to stay receded.

Eventually, through stuttering steps, I came to the door to the pathetically makeshift 'bedroom'. The steady breathing of the stallion indicates all the while that my 'companion' remains blissfully unaware. I thank God, Shiva, friggin celestia... any being I can think of that the momentary paralysis of will (or whatever it was) did not compromise my mission.

I slipped quickly downstairs, freed from whatever it was that froze me in the bedroom. I am soon at the weakness in the wall.I press my face against the sick sweet smelling of rotten straw. I take a deep breath and thrust with my powerful pony hind legs and force myself through the rotten straw-brick of the wall, biting down on the pain as the heavy structure presses into me. After a terrifying moment of black weight, I emerge into the empty starlight of the Town. I tell myself I am free and will myself to be be exulted... but a dull feeling in my 'soul', somehow centered on the symbol on my flanks, and a feeling of listlessness at the throught of freedom reminds me that escape from the Town is not so easy...

Author's Note

surprise ponies :3 I love that people have kept up with this. I love this story but, a bit like my main character, am paralysed. Unlike my main character I am not paralysed by being turned into a mare and used against his will but just by being a terrible author who forgets how fun it is to write stuff :P

Chapter 4AB

Thirdly get as far away as possible in the darkness.

I dare to swivel my eyes back towards Our Town. Nothing. I'm grinnning into the desert night, even as tears of relief are streaming down my face. Nopony has noted my leaving, not Party Favour, not the pegasi guards and not Starlight Glimmer. Hope forces itself into my mind and my limbs, making me feel light. My heels (fetlocks) kick up... I'm prancing through the desert! It's all I can do to stop myself laughing. There's little I can do to check the hysteria.

Well there is one thing. I think of home. The memory is fuzzy, but a pink human face with a tousseled brown mane... um 'hair' looks back at me from a bathroom mirror, and small hazel eyes poke out from a freckled face. The feeling of my hand taking the soap and clutching it as I squeeze the suds through my fingers. The sight of my pale furrless legs and feet which stand on a white tiled floor. The sound of the knocking on the bathroom door and my father's voice as he wonder's when I will be finished...

The energy I had enjoyed dissipates and I plod on through the desert night. My 'skin' (fur) prickles with a new feeling - Equestria's alienness. I mean I'd always known Equestria wasn't 'me'. This world is ridiculous. Its sapient horses reminiscient of the tacky toys sold to girls which, as a kid, I'd disparaged... and later as a teen had actively hated. The thought that my pink furred mare form would be petted back home sickened me.

Plodding on, thoughts of home settle on me thicker than the desert dust - filling me with a sick longing. This was not an unfamiliar feeling. The last time I had felt that was during my depression after I came here from earth, when I still yearned for home and before I encountered the Sphinx that had, accidentally, shown me the identity that had imprinted itself on my body: that the only place I needed to belong was in the moment.

As I sink into this funk, another feeling arose in me - one which was just as horrific, but much more immediately concerning. I was lost. For the first time since my Mark appeared I gazed at my surroundings without a feeling of groundedness or familiarity. The desert rocks stretched into the hostile distance on every side. I looked to one side and a distant mountain-range soared brutally against the starry sky. To the other side, the empty sandy plain. With a suffocating yet eerily calm feeling I realised that only one direction felt safe and familiar: back to Our Town...

Chapter 5

"We were looking everywhere for you!" my mother's voice, curt and sharp with anger. My father looks upset and exhausted.

"I was just-" I reply feebly. We had been out in the mall, and I swear I had only looked at the shop a second and then they hadn't been there. I was upset. It was so unfair that they were mad at me. The fact that this trip to the mall had been meant to be fun (had been fun) meant less than nothing - the contrast stung me to a sullen hot tearfulness.

"Why didn't you follow? Don't you know how much trouble you've caused?!" she says, pulling me along. I look up at her, her large adult hand engulfing mine. I glance through blearily eyes at my father, but he either looks away or looks ahead. (It doesn't matter.) My childish psyche has learned that these are not real questions so I delay the moment when she follows up:

"Well?" she says. I shrink from her anger.

I shudder awake. Gone are my parents' faces and gone the childish scenario. As the dusk had fallen I had found shelter under a boulder in the dusty desert. I bless my pony body for its hardiness to the elements - as a human I couldn't have slept outside. As a pony it was effortless so long as it wasn't too cold/hot/wet.

There is nopony here. My heart feels lower than it had done since I had been captured. It is not just that there was no water in this accursed place - I had no plan, no instinct to find anything of any sustenance at all. I remembered a time only months before when I could do these things, but my talent - the thing I had felt was most me had been lost. Everything I had earned, through struggle, since coming to this awful horse-run place had been lost.

I was lost.

I scanned the horizon. I was not so sure that the direction I had to travel was in front of me. Was it behind? My hoof-steps trailed behind me, but what if I had been going in circles? The sun shone hotly on my bright pink (fuchsia) body.

That body was one of the reasons that some nasty ponies had laughed at my aspiration to be an explorer. Pink ponies were fun, fertile femme-ponies. Stallions would fight for a pink pony, I was told. I couldn't help think at the time that the other explorer ponies were sandy colours with grey manes, none - not one - looked like me. They were also mainly stallions. When I showed them - when I was accepted... it was an amazing feeling.

I trotted away from my hoof-steps, reasoning that I must have known where I was going. The sun rose. The dirt kicked up behind my hind hooves. The dust coated my forehooves. The dust tickled my underbelly and the protusions which I reluctantly acknowledged were... teats. The dust even crept into the place I refuse to think about.

The sun climbed higher and I became acutely aware that my mouth was dry. If I was not in this body I would have been despairing, but my body knew better than my human psyche what it was capable of. This body would continue towards water for miles and miles until it dropped.

I was never a horse lover in my human life. I grew up in a city. Horses were a thing countryfolk enjoyed. They went on hunts. They drew pictures of their dogs, but they included pictures of horses leaping over fences and chasing after the dogs, bearing their human riders who wore special clothes: red and white, broken up by the black of their boots, and the sparkly silver of their spurs and whips. It all seemed rather irrelevant. The ponies here were nothing like them of course. These ponies were rather like the dogs that children enjoyed. Not many people knew (I loved dogs so I did) that the cute doggies were all taken from the working doggies, many of whom hunted alongside the horses. These dogs nipped and ripped and hung onto the prey, as they had done since the wolves which they had been adopted from had done the same. Apparently tribes of humans had tamed them when they had come for scraps from the, more successful, human hunters. Eventually the wolves and the primitive humans had accepted each other into their lives - both trusted the other, and both died together. Horses were not quite in the same category as doggies it seemed - but many horse skeletons appeared in graves of early humans too.

As my mind wandered, it was kinda wont to do that, I saw a settlement in the distance, but it was obscured by the heat rays from a midday sun.

The wonderful sight of pegasi stallion flapping about in the sky and the promise of water and food was almost too much to bear. My thigh, tattooed by its Mark, jolted with joy.

I waved to the pegasi happily. Ponies were a happy race. Whenever I sighted a pony settlement it had always been a joy. They would set me right and they would make sure I got back to the royal Court and to the only ponies in this place who understood me. Maybe with all their magic the Princesses of this strange kingdom, with their scientists, would find a way to return me to my True Home.

The pegasi approached, slowly. Pegasi usually flew fast - they loved the feel of the wind in their feathers normally, and their talents reflected the connection with the sky - always rain, clouds and citrus (a metaphor for freshness I had been told). I ignored the feeling of dread. This couldn't be our Town. I had walked away from my hoof-steps. If I had my Talent then I would be surer, but losing a Cutie Mark couldn't rob you of your memories. I can't have been wrong?

The pegasi dropped to the floor and trotted towards me. Dust covered their coats. One was a mare with a dusty black coat and striking white mane. The other was a dusty red colour pegasus with a darker mane.

They both stopped and looked at me rather blankly.

"Hail!" I called them, trying to work out if they were friend or foe.

"Hail stranger. Are you lost?" the mare asked kindly.

"No, but I was looking for a friendly pony town." I emphasised friendlily - hoping to subtly indicate that their neighbour town was anything but friendly. I scrutinised their response closely, ready to flee if they turned out to be in league with Our Town.

"Don't worry. We're friendly." the stallion said. The mare gave him a cold look.

"You must be talking of the weirdo town over to our East." the mare continued. "Yeah. They're loopy there. Don't worry our village elder is sending an official dispatch to Celestia about the crazy bitch that leads them."

I sighed with relief. "You know the elder?" I asked.

"Of course! Everypony knows her. Even the Dogs know her!" she shakes her head. "She's the meanest bitch in the desert. If you met her... I hope you're ok." She trots by me side and puts a comforting wing over my back.

I try to blink back my tears. It had been so long since I had felt genuine friendship. "Ye---- no." I choked. "I don't want to talk about it."

"It's ok mare. Us ponies never leave a mare behind." she said friendlily. She made a sign to her friend which I didn't understand and he flew off.

"Here have a drink, you must be parched." the black pegasus took out a canteen from a saddlebag and hoofed it to me.

I took an eager glug of the drink.

"So tell me how come you're all the way out here. Sweet thing like you." she smirked.

I rolled my eyes. How many times had I heard that.

"I travel all over Equestria. That means I have seen all sorts of magic that ponies don't understand." I said - ok I admit I was trying to impress her.

"Oooh really?" she said. "Did uh the magic say anything else? I mean this desert is boring as Cerberus on a hot day." she chuckles, unimpressed.

I smirked beside myself, my spirits lifted by her attitude and my adjusted situation. "Yes!" I shook my head at her behaviour, "It said that I would find myself here." I said. When the magic had 'said' it, it had sounded more impressive. Still all the best ponies in the land had consulted the Magic - the Harmony, they called it - and they said it only brought Good.

"Wow. Weren't you already... uh back home." she said. It was a throw away comment but in that moment it felt as if the world melted away. I had a home. I had lost it. This world had given me a mark that made me seek an identity... an identity that existed... back home. Back on earth.

I didn't have too long to reflect on my revelation. The village buildings emerged in front of me. Something about them looked familiarish, but I couldn't tell. My reflections were interrupted by a green coloured mare, "You look shattered! Come stay on our beds... I'm afraid they aren't very comfortable." the mare, who is rather cute :p, says apologetically.

"That's nice of you, but I must get back home - er to Canterlot." I complained, but I did feel suddenly incredibly tired - perhaps the emotional experience of the last week had taken it out of me?

"Oh darling that's too bad! Well the train is out at the next station but you might make it to the station after next." she says. "It's five miles away." she adds as an after-thought.

I couldn't face that. I knew it was folly but I had to rest - if only for a few hours - before I set off. "Ok. How much."

For some reason this question put her off. "You mean... bits?" the mare asked.

"Of course." I replied, a little suspiciously.

"Oh it' um 10 bits?" she replied, her eyes had lost their mirth and she was looking dead on at me, rather eerily.

"Uh..." where had I felt this feeling before? I shook my head, dispelling a funk that had seemed to fall on me since the pegasus had been sighted before. I grab the mare by her throat. "What is this town called?" I screech angrily, furious at the high pitch of my mare voice.

The mare smirks. "Surely you remember Our Town." I scream and try to clamp down on the mare's neck. A magical haze grasps me, one that is familiar - Starlight Glimmer!

I feel sick to my stomach and try to race away. My hooves try to strike the ground, but the magic, which starts from my cutie mark - the treacherous two lined tattoo on my hind quarters, the sign of a horse to be used by her master - soon blinks me elsewhere.

My hooves clatter on dark damp, clattering rock. Darkness surrounds me.

"Fuchsia! That was so entertaining!" comes the hated voice of Starlight Glimmer from somewhere. "My friends here don't understand a good story." she continues.

It is dark and I am utterly terrified. I don't know where to run. A wetness on my face reveals I am crying. A keening reverberation from the crystal reveals that I am screaming.

"It is so good to hurt somepony that understands what hurt is." Starlight says, as if she is satisfied.

I stop screaming. Maybe I stop crying. Anyway I bolt. Humiliatingly I hit the wall. The cave is pitch black. I don't know how to escape!

"I can understand why you wanted to leave here Anon." she puts deadly emphasis into my real name. She couldn't know that.

The pink lavender face appears in front of me. It offers a hoof of friendship. I see the shimmer of crystal and turn away. The visage screeches in manic laughter as I do so.

"You think you belong somewhere else." she spits. "You don't think I have been there too!?" she howls. "You found nothing here, just as you found nothing on Earth!"

I was too stunned to even respond. Celestia and Luna, even Twi, had never been so candid.

"But when my place rejected me I didn't cling on. I built something new!" she adds.

The clopping of pink hooves brings the mare herself into view. Her magic lights up the crystal of the cave. I can see her eyes are sparkling with tears.

I lunge at the hated figure. Her horn sparkles for a second. Usually the unicorns here struggle to hold even a plant pot in their magical field. Starlight took me off the ground with barely a thought. She didn't even pause in conversation D:

"The village!" she explains. "Most ponies are slaves to their destinies." she says. I roll my eyes - I had heard that propaganda every day in the nursery before I met Party Favour.

She pushes her nose up to me, the look in her eyes coldly, I get the horrible thought that she might be able to read thoughts. "I free them from that." she says. "You know about that Anon! Because you are from a place where there are no Ponies." she places her muzzle up to mine, her lips unwantedly seek mine - "A place of freedom." she sighs.

She places a hoof in the place I have lost. "Instead you chose this place." she closes her hoof painfully between my legs, nipping whatever was there.

She cackles with glee. "The Princess of this place is called Twilight Sparkle." she says. "You know that don't you?" she asks.

I nod. Of course.

"She hates the mare you have become." she says.

I scoff. "Twilight is the only real friend I have here!" I shout. "You are nothing next to her, and she will come for you!" It felt good to tell her.

Starlight only chuckles as my hoofsies struggle in her magic. "No, little Fuchsia. She does not despise what you were, but what you became. You became a whore. A silly pink whorse." she reaches between my legs again - somewhere where my cock would have been as a human - and despite myself her touch excites something in me.

"The magic of this place has its strange ironies." she says, gently touching my sensitive 'cock' with a hoof tingling with magical energy. Nopony had every stroked there. Not Party, or Double Diamond... It might sound stupid, but I didn't know that a girl's private place could be touched... like that.

"We ponies have different destinies. I was intended to pursue magic, as was that fool you call Princess." she says. "Only I chose what magic really is... freedom." she says hoof closing painfully between my legs - I scream. The last thing I see is her horn blazing purple fire in the damp crystal dark...

Chapter 6A

I am outside the caves. Starlight's mane flutters in the darkness, her horn is aglow with energy. My head feels ablaze... but comfortable. Ideas float slowly and incomprehensibly through me. Among the strange ideas are two alien bipedal creatures who gaze at me with a smiles on their alien features. They seem familiar... but not. I clutch at Starlight's hoof. Somehow I know that she understands why I am really here.

"Where am I?" I ask.

The face doesn't look down at me. "Home." she says.

The next memory...

A stallion laps at my face, strangely familiar, diffident. "You came back!" he says in a breathy voice.

"Of course, my huspony." I respond automatically.

He looks at me strangely, but I cannot think why.

"Where did you go?" he asks.

I try to think. My mind glows and I shake my head happily. "I don't know!" He seems anxious so I stroke his cheek.

"Why are you acting like this?" he asks.

That one's easy. "I am so happy to be home!" I say. Even though I am happy, tears seep from my wide-open eyes. I really am very happy!

He drops his voice to a whisper. "Did she do something to you?"

I draw my hoof lower over his stallionly chest and down to the his stallion-place. "She brought me home to you." I purr. As my hoof reaches down between his legs, something about the pulsing energy I find there - the poking clamorous softness of him and the roiling sac below - they light a fire between my legs.

I don't have his soft insistent tool but there is something there, between my legs - waiting to be discovered. Party Favour, my huspony, warms to the hunt quickly. I don't understand the bumping probing force at all at first. "Mmmm... I say as he nudges between my legs. I don't have his fleshy bumping thing - what do... I have? I can't think.

"Whatever they did..." he says huskily.

He seems happy.

"I am so happy. I am Home." I say, guiding him into my centre... which parts hotly to let him in.

Chapter 4A

‘Secondly, leave without being seen.’

I mentally repeated the mantra of my escape. The dry cold air of the desert night settled on me as I look away from Our Town and into the desert. The mute thunder in my chest almost drowned out the steady hoof-fall and wing-beats of the brainwashed patrolling ponies who still plodded up and down in the main-street.

With my heart in my mouth I force myself to be as still as possible. My mobile ears swivelled towards the mainstreet, with as little movement as was possible. My pony eyes, fortunately placed - prey-like - either side of my head, blurred with concentration as I made my left eye turn towards the street so that I could sight the best moment for escaoe...

I inch away from Our Town. The discipline from hundreds of near escape throbbed through my mind, almost painfully. Once, in my reckless past, when I was just getting used to this unwanted form, I had ventured deep into a forest. I skulked deeper and deeper into the dim of that place, till even the birds overhead had become muffled and distant. My footfalls, for I still felt them to be such at that stage, fell heavily on leaflitter as I neared an awful swamp. As I passed through the swamp my body itched with fear - a feeling I now know to be my fur standing on end. I survived, despite my dread. I learned there, and in many places since, that softness, deftness, anonymity were my strength.

Edging. Ever. Closer.

The heavy thud of a Town pegasus. I tell myself my body is ice. I want to puke. I want to go home. Through an atmosphere the consistency of glue, my eye somehow pass streetward, and I am shown a dark pegasus body hanging illuminated in the light of the main-street, opposite my hiding place. I can't see where she is looking. My eye follows her slow, beating wings. At each rise and fall I feel Party Favour's thrust within me. The slow, unbearable intimacy of the pony's wing-muscles, feel like the equally unbearable intimacy of having my cavity rubbed and filled against my will. My eyes filmed with hatred and desire to become inviolate once more. I yearned for the emptiness of the desert. I truly don't know it is that stopped me sceaming.

I tear myself away from the pegasus guard. I make my way, inchingly towards the edge of the house, facing the desert. The feeling of relief when I neared the corner of the house after what felt like years, but was probably 5 minutes, was papable. My haunches are burning to gallop away from the danger. Human instincts keep that urge in check, and I thank God for it (even though I had don't believe).

I lope off into the distance.