Author's Note
Tagged for elements of dark comedy. I... guess there's sexy stuff in here?
"Find us a Stallion"
Another sunny day in Canterlot is made possible by the wonders of Alicorn magic. Princess Luna is retiring to her chambers, after a clear and peaceful night of caring to the moon. Princess Celestia watches the town below stir to life as the orange sunrise basks the world in it's golden rays.
Princess Cadence on the other hand, has her hoof in her mouth, trying not to moan too hard and alert her sisters.
"Shining..." she tries to mutter through her hoof. "I'm close..."
You smile as you continue pumping yourself inside of her.
"Cum for me, babe..." you grunt.
Her back arches and her hoof pulls away from her mouth, causing her moans to echo through the marble covered royal suite. Taking it as your cue, you take the moment ready yourself for your release.
"Oh god!" she pants, tongue hanging out. "Inside... Please..."
Who are you to deny her?
Your thrust harder and harder as her walls tighten around your member. The sensation becomes too much and you let go, letting your pulsating member fill her insides with hot baby batter. Cadance collapses on the bed, breath ragged, eyes dazed, and hooves spread under you. Pulling yourself out, seed slowly begins to leak out of her marehood.
Gently, you lie beside her and wrap a hoof around her body. She giggles and snuggles up to you.
"Good?" you ask.
"Better than ever, Shining."
"Awesome. Maybe there really is something behind that ecstasy spell you've been practicing."
"Yeah. That was just..." she sighs and places her head on your chest. "Wow."
You caress her mane with your hoof and smile to yourself.
"And I got all day off for us to try the things on your list," you say with a smirk.
Cadence blushes and cuddles up a bit closer.
"That... reminds me. I did have another spell I wanted to try."
You look to her with curiosity in your expression.
"Oh? So soon? You're lucky I have amazing stamina. Alright, let's do it.”
Cadence's face contorts with nervousness and she breaks the cuddle to look into your eyes. Her violet pools fill with concern.
"A-are you sure you don't wanna know what it does first?"
You smile to your wife.
"Nahh. I trust you. I'm sure it's awesome."
Her eyes dart around the room.
"Well. Alright. It might take some getting used to, but I'll try it."
Her eyes close and her horn becomes radiant with bright blue magic. You feel a sensation of warmth spread from the tip of your horn to the very end of your tail. It feels like you are getting a full body massage, except, with more tingles and numbness around your lower half. The warmth gently wears off and you open your eyes.
"That was aw-"
You close your mouth. That voice was way too high pitched for you.
"Uhm."
You clamp your hooved over your mouth. Yeah. That girly voice is definitely you.
"Cadence..." you stutter.
Her eyes begin to trace your whole body.
"It worked..."
"What worked?! WHAT WORKED?!"
You jump out of bed and the whole room seems just a little bit taller.
"What happened?" you ask.
Blue hair flips from your mane and covers your face. Casting it aside, you look in the mirror. Your muscular legs have grown slender and curvy. Long and delicate hair has replaced your short, manly mane.
"I..."
You turn and see as your tight flank has also grown curvier and protrudes a bit more.
"am..."
Moving towards the mirror, you notice a slight sway to your hips.
"A mare now... but only for twenty-"
“REALLY HOT!"
You sit in front of the mirror and admire the handywork your wife accomplished. Cadence sighs contentedly and sits up in bed.
"Thank goodness. I can't control what you look like... so-"
"No, this is awesome!"
Instantly you run a hoof down to your crotchtits.
"Shining!"
"I HAVE A RIGHT TO! THEY ARE MINE! YOU CANNOT TELL ME I CAN'T TOUCH MYSELF!"
You run your delicate hooves across them, stimulating them and feeling their texture. Cadence rolls her eyes as you molest yourself. Your eyes grow wide and you turn to Cadence. Confusion fills her features.
"What?"
"I have girl parts."
"Y-yeah?"
You grab your flank.
"I'm sexy."
"Yeah," says Cadence with a blush.
"Now what?"
Cadence smiles and her bedroom eyes turn on. Instantly, you feel a warmth grow between your hind hooves. So this was what it was like to be turned on as a mare.
"Find us a stallion."
Stepping outside the castle walls fills you with dread and worry. What if somepony recognizes you? What if one of the guards recognize you? You scurry through town to a nearby bar, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself.
"HEY YOU!"
Freezing in your tracks, your eyes dart from side to side. Two guards slowly approach you. A bead of sweat forms on the edge of your brow. You recognize that voice.
"We haven't seen you around here before," the other guard chimes in.
They move up closer to you. You keep your head down.
"What's your name, cutie?"
You knew that the guards would hit on mares. However, this is officially no longer okay. This ends as soon as you become a guy again.
"Uhm. Uh. Gleaming... Gleaming Shield."
"Ooohh. I like that name,” one says.
"Perhaps two kind, handsome guards like us could... show you around town?" his friend asks.
"Help you find a place to stay?" the other adds.
"Show you a good time!"
They circle you like sharks, making you feel suddenly uncomfortable. You can't take ponies you recognize back to your wife. Let alone guards. You need to get out of this.
"N-no thanks. I'm fine," you stutter.
You gallop away as fast as you can and jump inside the next closest building. Hyperventilating, you try to calm yourself down. What if they found out who you were? Would they blackmail you? Would they have taken you back to their place and spitroasted you?
O-oh. Now there's a thought. A warmth begins to spread through your body as you imagine yourself being rammed from the front and behind.
Wait. No. Bad Shining. Calm yourself. Priorities.
Examining your surroundings, you find yourself in a local tavern. As you approach the bar to order a drink and clam your nerves. Sitting down, you feel something run down your leg...
Don't focus on it.
"What can I getcha, sweetheart?" the barkeep asks you, drying a glass.
"The special. Double."
Your normal drink. The bartender smiles at you and nods.
"Sounds good."
You bury your face into your hooves. How in the world are you going to find a stallion? You ponder your options when the bartender returns your drink.
"What's the damage?" you ask.
"On the house, toots."
“Oh, well that's nice of you.”
He gives you a wink before heading off to help other customers.
Gross. Actually, wait a minute. Technically, he IS a stallion.
A gross stallion.
Nah, forget it. You have higher standards than that. You're going to be a classy mare. One of those mares that waits for guys with nice personalities rather than a prety face. Breaking your stare at the barkeep, you look into your glass. Wow, so this is what it's like to be a mare.
Horny, with standards.
This is miserable.
You scan the room for any signs of a potential suitor for you and your wife. Hmm... nothing. Not a single stallion that looks remotely interesting. Your eyes go wide and you turn back to your drink.
That's right! You are a mare. Stallions come to YOU! Taking a sip of your drink, you smile to yourself. It's just a matter of time.
A few hours later, the glasses have began to pile up in front of you.
"Y-you know... I didn't always u-use to be like dis. *hic* I had a dick once... JUUUSSST like you!~"
The bartender slowly moves down the bar towards a new customer. You spin around in your chair gleefully as the room spins around you. Stopping the chair, the room keeps going. Giggling to yourself, you rescan the room for possible mates.
Squinting your eyes, because it helps you see farther, you see him. A tall unusual creature that you have seen before on your patrols.
Anonymous, the human.
Stepping out, er, Falling out of your chair, you put on the moves and sway your hips over to where Anonymous sits. You make sure to put on full-sexy mode on your way over to his seat. One hoof in front of the other as you lock eyes with him.
You lick your lips. Would Anonymous fuck me? Putting on your best imitation of bedroom eyes, you move closer to your prey.
"I'd fuck me." you whisper to yourself.
Or maybe you screamed it. It doesn't really matter though, because every eye in the room is on you. Just like they should be. You take a seat next to him and look across the table at him as he nurses a cider.
"Heya, hot stuff," you say in a sultry tone.
Anonymous looks at you with pure lust. That's right. Putty in your hands.
Oh wait. That's disgust.
"You are the most drunk mare I've ever met in my life. Should you go to a hospital or something? I mean, seriously."
OH FUCK! He cares about you. It must be love. You must make him yours.
But how? What would you want from the mare that you loved? You think for a moment.
OH! Jumping over the table at him, he crashes to the floor as you assume the position over him.
"I want you... so bad..."
"I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT WENT WRONG!" you cry to Cadence, who holds a box of tissues with a frustrated look as you cry on your bed.
"Yeah... I should have probably-"
"I MEAN! I THOUGHT BEING A MARE WOULD BE EEEEASY. BUT NO! STALLIONS ARE STUPID! THEY DON'T PICK UP ON ANY SIGNALS AT ALL!"
"Well, you vomited on his face."
"I THOUGHT HE MIGHT LIKE IT!" you cry in distress.
Cadence pats you on the head.
"It's like college all over again," Cadance says.
You dry your eyes and look up to her.
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Here. Just gimme a little bit and I'll get us a stallion."
"Alright."
Your wife steps outside your bedroom and closes the door behind you. The hours tick by and feel like miniature eternities. You lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"I'm a terrible mare... I couldn't even find a stallion."
Looking down towards your body, you look over yourself. You got the goods... Plus an understanding of men that most mares would DIE to have. Why is this so hard?
A small warmth flows through your body. Well, you might as well enjoy this body while you still have it. Your hoof moves down your body and you begin to rub your marehood. A gasp escapes your lips.
This feels much better than jerking off. Well, jerking your cock. You rub yourself in slow, even strokes... biting your lip. Hoofsteps echo outside in the hall.
A light knock on your bedroom door tears your attention away from pleasuring yourself and you close your legs. The door opens slowly and a familiar mane enters the room.
"Right this way, Anon~" Says your wife in a sultry tone.
Oh god. Oh god. Anon enters the room and Cadence closes the door behind her. His eyes connect with yours and the warmth between your legs returns.
"YOU!"
He turns to Cadence and raises his arms in protest.
"I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS!"
"But you still want my offer... right?"
He frowns and looks back to you.
"I... I dunno."
Anon covers his face with his hands and sighs deeply.
"Can I at least-"
A loud crack rings through the room as Cadence hits Anon over the head with a baseball bat. He falls to the ground, passed out. You look to Anon, then back to Cadence, then back to Anon.
"How-"
"Twilight's friend Pinkie Pie taught me."
"Oh."
Anon lies on the ground motionless. Cadence nudges him, but he doesn't move.
"So... how did you get him here?"
"Oh. I offered him a spell fulfilling his fetish."
"Really? You would do that?" you ask in a distressed tone.
She chuckles.
"Oh, Celestia no! He was into little fillies. What sort of demented pony would do that to a poor defenseless child?"
You look back at Anon, then back to Cadence again.
"Now what?"
She looks down at the clothed ape.
"Well, he will be out for a few hours.... Wanna?"
You nod violently.
"Sweet. You take off his clothes."
