The Game

And to think, I got to have sexual relations with a pony before anyone else could.

Perhaps this day would turn out alright after all.

I wondered if perhaps I just unlocked some new ponies for the game and that I’d be playing them later on or if I’d be doing some more from right here and now. There was only one way to find out. Seeing that Luna was still asleep, I went over to the board and tossed them as gently as I did the first time around. A five.

Not terrible.

My piece moved five spaces, and my eyes darted towards the text, leaving me to see what it said:

Give this filly what she needs. Plant your seed inside Babs Seed.

Hmm.

I was thrust into the board once again.
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I found myself in the streets of a city.

That’s right. She lives in Manehattan.

I walked around the crowded streets, wondering just where I’d find this filly. Now, many people would say that Babs’s masculine voice would be a turnoff for people, but hey, I’m bi. If anything, I can just imagine it as a dude with a pussy. What? Don’t judge me.

However, I heard the sound of children screaming and laughing.

Bingo.

I jogged towards the epicenter of the noise, and it turned out to be an asphalt jungle gym where there were many foals. However, a large ring of them formed in the center around something, leaving me to run and see what it was. My height allowed me to see over the small fillies and colts and see what they were all looking at.

It was Babs herself, and she held a pouting face as she had her tail flicked over her bare bottom, trying her best to conceal her lack of a cutie mark. I remembered that it was Bab’s teasing of her lack of a cutie mark that caused her to become a bully towards the Cutie Mark Crusaders and she needed to get away from these bullies.

As I parted the group and made my way towards the miserable filly, each of the other foals looked at me with awe much like the Cutie Mark Crusaders did when they first saw me.

As if I’d have sex with any of them.

Without hesitation, I scooped Babs into my arms and carried her away from the playground.

“Hey,” she said in her naturally low voice, “you’re that guy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m that guy.”

“So, is it my turn or something?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Sweet!” she exclaimed, jumping out of my arms and wrapping her arms around my neck in a hug with her tail waggling like a dog.

It was strange. Despite her looks and her voice, she was actually a really sweet filly. I didn’t know how that would translate in bed, but she made a better first impression than the Cutie Mark Crusaders did, that’s for sure.

We continued to walk until we made it to Babs’s home, an apartment complex. Ringing the buzzer, someone let us in as I set her down and walked up the stairs with her to the third floor and to Babs’ home. We were let in by a mare around Applejack’s age, but she was cream colored with a flowing red mane and tail with a cutie mark of an apple slice.

“Welcome home, Babs,” she said.

“Hey sis,” she answered.

“Did you have any problems at school today?”

“A little, but then this guy came and took me home!”

The sister was surprised at my appearance, but seemed to realize why I was here.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Is it your turn or something?”

“Yeah,” she answered.

“Okay then, you two, have fun. I cleaned your sheets for you.”

Gee, thanks.

I don’t care if sex is like a national pastime in this world, it’s still a little creepy that she’s okay with me fucking her little sister. Either way, she eagerly led me to her bedroom, which I was nervous wouldn’t support me (or soon to be, her).

However, I was surprised to see that upon entering her room, there was an adult queen sized bed right there, which Babs promptly jumped to and laid upon her stomach, clearly comforted by the cushiness and warmth of her own bed.

“Your bed is huge,” I said, sitting on the edge.

“Thanks,” Babs responded. “It used to be my parents’… before they died.”

“Huh?”

“When I was smaller, I would wake up in the middle of the night crying from nightmares, and they always let me sleep here with them. After they passed away, they left me their bed, because they knew how safe I felt in it. I guess it was their way of telling me that they’d always be there for me.”

“That’s… very nice of them. Might I ask how they died?”

“On their honeymoon, they took a hot-air balloon ride, but it caught fire and took them with it. Now, my sister looks after me.”

“I’m… very sorry.”

“Don’t be; it ain’t your fault. Besides, my sister is probably as good of a mom as my mom was. Not only that, but I have my friends in Ponyville too.”

“You mean the Cutie Mark Crusaders?”

“Yeah? You know them?”

Shit.

“Yeah. I know them.”

Dodged a bullet there.

“Cool. Plus, I got you too now.”

She ran back up to me and gave me another hug. It was then I got a feel of how soft Babs was. When I “saw” the Bad Seed episode, I kind-of expected her coat to be more scraggly, but I found she was just as smooth and plush as the other ponies that I’ve had sex with. As I gently stroked her back, she began to moan, enjoying my touch.

“Your hands feel nice on my body,” she said.

“Your fur is so smooth.”

Suddenly, she let go of my neck and pushes me onto the bed on my back. Before I could get up, she turned around on my chest with her flank in my face and laid down onto her stomach, her tiny legs sprawled over my abs and upper torso. Then, using the same tail flick that she uses to cover her barren flank, she showed me her tiny vagina, expecting me to do something to it.

“Go on,” she said. “Touch me.”

I didn’t know what was going on. I had expected the filly-to-mare spell that Celestia had given me to work by now. Why wasn’t she turning into a mare now? That’s when I remembered. Scootaloo had rubbed her pussy on my leg when I came to fuck them, and I guess that must have triggered it. But while Scootaloo did that by her own accord, I was being expected to do it myself.

I never found the foals in the show to be all that sexy because they were still children. I would not feel comfortable touching Babs, but I knew there was a problem. Babs was a very insecure filly, and if I didn’t touch her, I would kill her mood and quite possibly lose. Plus, if by touching her I’d get her to turn into a mare, there would no longer be a problem.

Mustering my courage, lifted my hand up and began to slowly stroke the slit of her vagina with my index finger, hoping that I would trigger the spell soon.

“Come on,” Babs taunted, “I’ve seen prissy fillies that stroke harder. Now put some elbow grease into it.”

Much like one would jump into a pool to immediately get used to the water, I started back at the top of her slit, penetrating her pussy and sliding it down until I hit her clitoris. It was then that I felt her abs contract and her voice groan.

Bingo.

I watched with morbid confusion as the lips Babs’s vagina spread out wide, almost as if an invisible force was pulling it from both ends. As her lips stretched further out, Babs’s body began to enlarge to that of a fully grown mare. Her enlargement also caused her pussy to slide onto my face, feeling more weight being added as she grew more and more until she finally stopped.

“Whoa!” Babs said, her voice only slightly higher in pitch. “Whoa! My body. My voice. What happened?”

“I’ll try to explain later,” I spoke, her words muffled into her vagina.

“Hehehe,” she giggled. “That tickles. Do it again.”

How about this?

I stuck my tongue firmly into her pussy and swirled it around. Once playful giggles turned to moans of pleasure as I stroked her walls with my tongue. She was so in pleasure that she rolled off of me and onto her side, ending her cunnilingus.

“Wait,” she said, panting. “How is this possible? Why am I a mare?”

“Princess Celestia gave me a spell that turns all foals or older ponies into young mares.”

“Oh,” she said, “I see. Does that mean…?”

She looked at her bottom, but no cutie mark was there, causing her to groan in sadness.

“Hey,” I cooed, stroking her neck, “it’s not what’s on your flank I care about…”

I then moved my hand towards her pussy and slid my hand in, the surprise and pleasure causing Babs to yelp.

“…it’s what’s inside.”

“I heard that!” she exclaimed.

I scooted up to her so Babs’s stomach was resting on my thigh and I bent down to kiss her, which she generously gave back as I continued to massage her vagina, our moans becoming louder and louder. I quickly took my hand out of her and slipped my boxers off, revealing my erect penis. She looked at it hungrily as she lowered her head down to suck it.

Surprisingly, for a foal like Babs, she was very gentle with her strokes. This could have either been from my warming her down or just being in her nature, but she offered a very pleasurable softness that still rocked ecstacy throughout my nerves. I continued to finger Babs, but a bit harder this time. This allowed her to suck even harder, almost to the point to where I’d orgasm, but I wanted to finish with “me” inside her, so I pulled my hand out once again, causing her to stop.

“Huh?” she asked. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m not going to finish you with my fingers inside you. Plus, I wanted to really penetrate you.”

“But I like your fingers. How else can we…?”

She then grew a smirk on her face while glancing at her flank. I looked at it to see her pulsing her anus out. I caught on.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Positive!”

I scooted back closer to the center of the bed, allowing Babs to scoot back with me until she was sitting on her arms and legs. The way her ass jiggled as she moved was making it really hard to just take her then and there, but I waited until she was ready, her glance giving me the go ahead.

Scooting back in, I penetrated her anus with my dick and slid it in, her saliva lubing me into her nicely. Her ass felt like a hot wad of chewing gum wrapped around my penis, and I couldn’t resist any longer. Pulling in and out, I also resumed my massaging her vaginal walls and clitoris with my fingers. Babs loud grunting had told me that I was doing a good job, so I continued onwards.

Soon, I began to hear the volume of her moans getting louder and louder, signaling an oncoming cumming. I was about ready to blow my load as well, so we didn’t stop until her juices washed over my lap and my semen shot into her ass.

I still loved the feeling of my penis in her asshole, so I left it there as we panted, short of breath from our passionate fuck. However, her body began to decrease in size, feeling her ass get tighter around my dick. However, Babs contracted her muscles and, for lack of a better term, shat my dick out of her, which was still spotless from shit like anyone else whose anus I’ve played with.

Once Babs became a filly again, she ran to me and gave me one last hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she cried. “That was so great!”

“Is everything alright in there?” called Babs’s sister.

Way to kill a mood, sis.

“You might need to wash those sheets again!” I said.

“You got it!”

“Anyways,” Babs said, “I’m tired, and I want to take a nap. You should too. That was exhausting.”

“Alright then,” I said, ruffling her mane, followed by another giggle, “take me back. I’m ready.”

I laid back down on the bed and allowed Babs to sit down on my face.

“Good luck!” she called out before she senti me flying through her vagina and hurling me back into my room.

I felt like I should have heeded Babs’s words and catch some Z’s, but I felt like I could go for one more. Before I picked up the dice, more text began to form.

I’m glad you had fun with the newest set, but this is something you must forget.

Wait, I’m going to forget all of that? No fai–

Quickly, I felt a large chunk of information slide out of my head like water from a pitcher until I regained consciousness, shaking my head vigorously like something inside of it was strange.