Chapters The sun shone bright in the sky over Equestria this fine spring afternoon. The birds were chirping happily in their little nests, and the little woodland creatures scurried about without a care in the world. But this serenity is short lived, for there is a danger approaching that no Equestrian is prepared for……...me.
My name is Adam Hart, born and raised in Southern California. I play football for my college team, considered to be the tallest man in school, and I had just graduated not a week prior.
Currently, I am sitting in my rather small apartment, reading one of my favorite novels, “Harry Potter”. I don’t look like the reading type, but I may just surprise you. I graduated in the top ten of my class with a teaching degree in English. My dad wanted me to be a mechanic like him, but I was never any good with cars. My mom was never around when I was growing up, so it was always just me and my old man. But, since I moved out, it’s just me. I finish off the chapter and shut the book with a sigh.
“This book never gets old.” I say to myself.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. I stand and walk over to the door.
“Delivery for a Mr. Hart!” Someone called.
I open the door and a man is standing there. He hands me a small package, salutes, and leaves. I shut the door.
“Odd. I wasn’t expecting any packages today.” I say as I examine the box.
By normal people’s standards, this box would be medium sized, but for a six foot ten man such as myself, it was rather small. I open it up and look inside. There’s a scroll inside.
“What the? Who writes on these anymore?” I say, unrolling it.
The writing on the parchment looks very fancy, like someone had taken quite a bit of time to write this out by hand. I read it out loud:
“Dear Mr. Hart.
Your presence is requested for a biological study on abnormal growth patterns in adult males. You have been selected based upon your performance in academics and your overall ‘largeness’. I hope to meet you soon.
Signed,
Princess Twilight Sparkle.”
“Twilight Sparkle? What kind of joke is this?” I roll the scroll up and I toss it into the trash.
“What kind of name is that? Twilight Sparkle. Ha! They must think I’m a moron!” I laugh to myself.
I sit down in my chair and recline back with a sigh.
BOOM!
I jump up, hearing a loud noise from the kitchen. I run inside, only to see an odd array of lights spiraling towards me. I don’t have enough time to react before I’m blinded by a white light, then darkness…...
“Oh, my head. What the hell happened?” I groan, holding my head.
I open my eyes and look around. I can’t believe my eyes. I’m in the middle of a forest that looks like someone turned up the contrast too high on.
“Where the hell am I?”
“Um, mister?” I hear a small voice ask.
I look to where the sound came from, and there, standing right in front of me, is a strange, horse-like creature. It’s standing on two legs, like a human, but its legs are like a horse's, somewhat. The creature’s fur, I’m guessing it’s fur, is a pale yellow. Judging from how it’s standing, amongst other things, I’m guessing it’s a female. She has a red tail protruding from her slim-cut overalls, and a red mane to match that just drapes over her red and white checkered shirt that has an emblem of an apple on it. I try to avoid looking at her bosom the way I may have been before, but judging from how they look, I’d say E’s, at least. But she looked young. Not a child, heavens no, but just into adulthood. The only thing I hadn’t noticed until now was that she had a muzzle like a horse would, too. She wore a brown stetson atop her head with a red bow attached.
“Uh, mister? Are you okay?” She asked, her southern accent rather pronounced. Wait.
“You...just spoke…..” I stutter over my words.
“Yeah, I did. Have been able to since I were three.”
“Was. And how can you speak? You’re a horse.”
“Pony, actually. But you ain’t, are you?”
“Aren’t. And no. I’m a human.”
“And a mighty big one at that. My name’s Applebloom!” She reaches out her hand.
I stand up and take her small hand in mine, shaking it.
“My name’s Adam.” I say, smiling at her.
On the outside, I look cheerful. I’m screaming on the inside.
“I had a feeling you were. We’ve been expecting you. Follow me.” She says, turning and walking away. I follow her.
She’s a little small, probably around five foot eight, but that’s the only kind of small she was. Her waist was thin, and probably somewhat muscular, and her backside was pronounced and firm-looking…..what? I am not a pervert. I’m just observing.
After a minute or two of walking, we exit the trees. I have to rub my eyes for a moment, not believing what I’m seeing. There was an entire village of these ponies, all in different colors and sizes, but none quite as tall as me.
As we walk into the village, they started staring at me. Some in curiosity, some in fear, and some even with lust! Just what the hell kind of twisted place am I in?
Applebloom leads me to a large castle-like structure in the center of town.
“When you said we, who were you referring to?” I asked her.
“The Princess and her friends, of course. Even my sister!” She exclaims happily.
I look over myself. It doesn’t matter that I’m meeting the princess of this Pony village, a grey t-shirt and camo pants are not appropriate, especially when I’m barefoot.
She walked into the castle doors and beckoned me to follow. The floors felt cold and smooth.
“Is this castle made of crystals?” I asked.
“Yup. All the way down to the knives.” She opens a set of large double doors and shoves me inside, slamming them behind me. I played football for 10 years now, and I’m rather well built, but the size of this throne room made me feel small.
“Hello. You must be Adam” Another voice rings out.
A lavender pony, with both a horn and wings, walks into the room. She’s dressed in a dark purple blouse that is practically painted on her, considering her cleavage is impossibly large, probably G’s, and she has a short skirt on that barely hides anything. She’s also wearing glasses and her purple mane is in a ponytail. The puns. She’s holding a measuring tape, a notebook, and…..is that a quill and ink well? The hell?
“Welcome to my home. I’m Princess Twilight Sparkle.” She stated proudly with a smile, her huge, almost cartoon-like lavender eyes wide with excitement. Wait. What was her name again?
“Twilight Sparkle? As in, the one who sent me that scroll? Is this some kind of sick joke?” I start getting upset.
“No, not at all. This is Equestria, and this is very real. So, if you got the scroll, I suppose yo know why you’re here?” She asks. I nod.
“Some kind of test, right?” I question.
“Somewhat, yes. I need to study you.” She replies.
“For how long?” I ask in turn.
“A few months.” She retaliates.
“Months? I have an apartment to pay rent for!” I shout.
“Don’t worry, we took care of it. Just, let’s get this over with. Could you extend your arms to your sides, please?” She asks.
I hold out my arms and she measures their length and circumference.
“Extraordinary! How much can you lift?” She quizzes.
“About 500 pounds or so.” I reply. She jots down notes on the notepad, but she isn’t touching it.
“How are you doing that?” I ask.
“Magic. A simple levitation spell, actually.” She replies proudly. Show off.
She next measures my torso, followed my by hands, feet, and legs.
“Incredible! You have to be the biggest stallion I’ve ever seen!” She exclaims.
“Um, I’m a man, not a horse.”
“Pony.”
“Whatever. Can I go yet?” I ask.
“Oh, yes. Of course. I have a room tailored to your….size, upstairs. You can go up there and wait. My friend Fluttershy will be up there momentarily to do a physical on you.” She said.
“Physical? You mean like bloodwork and an MRI? That kind of stuff?”
“What’s an MRI?”
“It’s a test that scans your brain to see what it looks like.”
“Oh. Interesting….” She jots down a few more notes, then flies over to the door and opens it.
“Follow me, please.” She says. I follow her.
She leads me upstairs to a large room with a bed and a bathroom attached. There’s a window that overlooks the village, and I can see another castle on the side of a mountain far off in the distance.
“What’s that?” I ask, gesturing to the castle.
“Oh, that’s Canterlot. You’ll end up going there at some point soon. Oh, by the way. Welcome to Ponyville.” She exits the room and shuts the door.
Since I was going to be waiting for a bit, I thought I should at least attempt to bathe. I went into the bathroom and looked around. It was nice, but rather…...crystalline. Even the showerhead was made of crystals. That’s dedication. Luckily, the towels weren’t made of crystal.
“Well, at least the have showers. What time period is this? They write with quills but they have showers and plumbing? You know what? I’ve met a pony princess today, so I should just stop questioning things.” I say to myself, turning on the shower.
I strip off my shirt and pants, and I look at myself in the mirror.
“Not bad. I’m surprised I haven’t flipped my shit yet.” I say, stripping off the remainder of my clothing.
I walk into the shower and start cleaning myself.
I suddenly feel like I’m being watched, so I look over the shower. There’s a yellow pony, definitely a mare, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She’s probably six foot-ish, wearing a yellow sweater that should be big on her, since it covers her hands, but her chest is practically bulging from it like it was three sizes too small. She must be a Z, if that’s even possible. Her breasts cover her midriff and part of her waist. She is also wearing a short, green skirt that hides nothing, since her backside protrudes from it several inches. Her pink mane looks adorable, covering one of her eyes. And her tail matches it. I look back up at her face and she has a deep blush plastered onto it. I look down and realize why. My manhood is clearly visible through the shower door.
“What are you doing in here?!” I exclaim, not taking kindly to having my privacy violated.
“I...um...was told to….give you a physical…..” She replies just above a whisper.
“You could have knocked.” I retort.
She makes a soft squeaking noise.
“Sorry….”
I sigh.
“It’s fine. Just wait outside. I’ll be done in a few minutes” I reply. She half smiles and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.
I finish my shower and dry myself off, tossing on my clothes. I walk back out and she’s sitting on the bed with a stethoscope around her neck.
“You must be Fluttershy. My name’s Adam.” I state as kindly as possible. She squeaks.
“Nice….to meet you….have a seat, please.” She says quietly.
I do as she says and I sit down on the bed.
“I n-need to ask you a few questions….that Twilight wants me to ask…..while I’m….” She stops.
“Examining me?” I finish. She nods.
She reaches under my shirt with the stethoscope in hand and she presses it to my chest. I breathe in deeply, and sigh.
“You have a very...strong heart….” She comments.
“Thanks.” I reply with a smile. Her blush deepens.
“Can you, um….take off your…..shirt?” She asks very timidly. I do as she asks.
Her expression changes instantly from nervousness to utter awe.
“You’re so...big.” She comments. I can feel my face burning a little.
“Thanks…” I rub the back of my neck, and she watches my arm flex, a little drool falling from the side of her mouth. I wave a hand in front of her face.
“Um, Fluttershy?” I ask.
She blinks a few times. “Hmm? Oh, sorry….just a little...distracted…” She replies, her blush darkening.
“Yeah. I saw that. What’s next?” I ask, starting to get a bit uncomfortable.
“I need...to check your lower body……” She whispers shyly. Oh, boy.
“I don’t know…” I reply.
I was never that shy growing up, and far from it now, but I never liked being in my underwear around women. They’d always just stand there and stare, considering that Little A down there isn’t exactly “little”.
“Just for a minute…..it’s for the physical….” Awe! Why is she so damn cute!
“Fine.” I reply with a sigh.
I drop my pants and look away. She squeaked loudly.
“Oh, my…..”
Little A was roughly 14 inches, I’d guess, and probably three or four inches around. Back in Cali., I was rather impressive, but I have no idea of the size range here, considering her chest is three times bigger than any girl I’ve ever seen.
I gasp softly when I feel something touching my manhood. I look down and she’s prodding at it with a look of amazement plastered on her face.
“Could you...mpf...stop that?” I ask.
“Sorry...it’s just that…..stallions are very rare here…..and even the biggest one is only 8 inches….” She covers her mouth, seemingly shocked by what came out of her mouth.
My face probably has a similar expression.
“Stallions…..are rare here? Then, how do you...you know….breed?” I ask shyly.
She blushes heavily.
“We...have a place….where their...stuff...is collected and distributed…...so mares can bear foals.” She explains, looking over my legs and feet.
“Then, how many stallions are there?” I ask.
“Probably 20….” She replies. My entire body becomes rigid.
“And how many mares are there?” I quiz, not sure that I want to know.
“100…” I sigh.
“Billion...” I cough loudly.
“What!?”
She reels back a little.
“A hundred billion…..roughly….” She repeats.
I feel something running out of my nose. She yelps and stands, pulling out a tissue and dabbing my nose.
“You’re nose is bleeding…..Adam?”
I don’t respond. I just slump to the floor.
“Adam!”
I wake up after several hours, judging by the sky outside. It’s dark. I sigh to myself and I sit up.
“Ugh, my head…..what happened?” I ask no one in particular.
“You fainted.” I hear a voice ask. It sounds familiar, but not completely.
I look around and see a mare similar to Applebloom sitting on the dresser. She’s wearing a red, checkered shirt that’s tied in the middle rather than buttoned. Good thing, too. Her breasts are barely contained in her shirt, looking to be about GG’s. Impressive. Her body is somewhat slim and muscular, her calves and biceps toned, but not extremely muscular. She also is wearing jeans that hugged her large backside and her thick thighs. She was also wearing cowboy boots, somehow.
“Howdy, partner.” She said in a thick accent.
“Um. Hi. What are you doing here?”
“I am in charge of testin’ your strength and endurance. You’re supposed to follow me to the farm.” She explains.
“Uh, okay.” I stand up and throw my clothes on.
I follow her outside, where it’s almost pitch black, the only light coming from the moon.
“So, how exactly are you going to test my strength or whatever?” I ask. She turns back and winks at me.
She starts to put more of a swing in her step, intentionally taunting me with her supple ass. So not cool. After a few minutes of walking, we arrive at what looks like, and smells like, a farm.
“Welcome to Sweet Apple Acres.” She says, gesturing to the massive plot of land.
“You live here?”
“And work on it. Yup. Now, head to the barn. I need to grab something.” She says, heading to the very red farmhouse.
I don’t really like how this is going.
As I walk inside, I notice the lights are off, if there even are any to begin with. The door suddenly slams shut behind me, and I swear I hear soft laughter.
“Who’ there?” I call out. More laughter.
I feel something brush by my arm and I take a swing at it, apparently missing.
“Show yourself, you coward!” I exclaim.
“Oh, now why would I do that?” I swing at the voice.
“Who are you?” I ask it. It sounds male, and kinda like a James Bond villain would.
“Oh, let’s just say I’m an old friend of Twilight’s. I have a little present for you, Adam.” The voice says.
“I’m okay. Keep it.” I retort, trying to pinpoint where he is.
“No, I insist!” I hear a loud snap and my mind becomes foggy. I grab onto something and hold onto it tightly, but my arms give out and I drop it.
“What...did you do to me?” I ask, my legs wobbling. I fall to my knees, unable to stand anymore.
“You want to act like a wolf? Then you’ll be a wolf.” He laughs maniacally, then silence. What did he mean?
I grip my midsection, suddenly in excruciating pain.
“What’s happening…..to me?” I collapse onto my side, my spine audibly cracking and reforming. I scream, my ribs shattering and reforming to a different shape. I can feel my legs break and stretch at an odd angle, and a new appendage sprouting from my lower back. My muscle mass becomes more pronounced and tear apart my clothes, and my face stretches and contorts to a muzzle of sorts. My ears elongate and shift to the top of my head, my fingers stretch and my nails become claws. My jaw dislocates so my teeth can grow, becoming sharp. A thin layer of grey fur sprouts all over me. I open my green eyes, my pupils now slits, and I howl loudly. I’ve become a monster.
(Clop scene)
The barn doors open and Applejack walks in. She’s carrying a lasso.
“So, how do ya’ll want to do this…..? Uh, Adam?” She calls out.
I growl at her, hungry. I slowly circle around her, watching her face contort to an expression of terror.
“Adam, this isn’t funny….where are you?” She calls out. I can see her as clear as day, my prey.
I roar loudly and I tackle her to the floor. She screams and punches me in the face. I grab her arms and pin her under me. Her expression is sheer horror.
“Adam? Is that you?” She asks. I growl at her. She flinches, but doesn’t struggle.
“I ain’t scared of you.” She states proudly. I open my jaws to make the killing move when my nose picks up a strange scent. I close my gaping jaws and I sniff over her, and I realize the strong smell is her arousal between her legs. She was enjoying this, and I can’t help but enjoy it, too.
I sniff between her thighs, taking in her scent. She smelled like fruit mixed with mild sweat. It was strange, but inviting. I grab her waistband and gently tug on it.
“Hey! These are brand new!” She exclaims. I reply by tearing them apart. She whimpers.
“Nevermind, you can have them.”
I grab one of her breasts and I squeeze it roughly, poking her nipple with my claw through her shirt. She moans loudly.
“Just...take it off, already…” She orders. I growl in her face and tear it in half, leaving her large, orange breasts exposed for me to play with. I gently run my tongue across them, being sure to scrape against her nipples with my teeth. She groans in pleasure.
“You….tease…” She says between moans. I smile to myself and prod at one of her erect nipples with my claw. She shivers and moans loudly.
“Just buck me already!” She exclaims. I roar in her face, the barn doors rattling slightly. She holds her mouth shut. Good.
I look down her body, lower and lower, until I find my prize. There, in the darkness of night, was her slit, sopping wet and winking at me. I run my tongue along it, earning several throaty moans from the farm girl. I catch a whiff of her arousal. It’s intoxicating…. I shove my tongue into her all at once and I furiously eat her out, being sure to lick over her clit. Her back arches high and she tightens around my tongue.
“So close…” She moans loudly. I smile and lick harger, my tongue scrapimg over her special spot. She nearly screams in pleasure, and my tongue is met with a torrent of cum, which I greedily lick up. It’s somewhat sweet, but not horrible.
I lick my chops and stand, looming over the panting mare.
Her eyes widen as they finally see what they’ve been craving. My giant cock, standing between me and her. Her eyes widen and she drools a little bit. I smile lustfully, my cock twitching and throbbing gently. I roughly grab her and flip her over, her ass up in the air as I line myself up with her slit. She wiggles her ass teasingly.
“Come on, ya stud. Show old Applejack what you’ve got.” She taunts.
I roughly thrust into her, not caring about anything but my impending orgasm. She screams in pleasure, grinding her fat ass on me, wanting more. I grab her ass and I thrust rapidly, panting. She moans and quakes with every movement, her eyes glazing over in pleasure. I thrust faster, my orgasm coming closer and closer, and she knows it.
“Cum for me, you stud. Cum!” She shouts. With a loud howl, I release my torrent of spunk, sending her into another orgasm. Spurt after spurt of my sticky cum fills her womb until I’m finally spent. I pull out of her and collapse onto my side, panting heavily. She lays on top of me, her cum-bloated belly slightly sagging, and she drifts to sleep, with me not far behind.
I wake up groggy, my head splitting.
“Ugh. What happened last night?” I ask.
I feel something weighing me down, and I open my eyes. Applejack is laying on top of me, stark naked. Her hat is resting on the floor beside me and she stinks of sex. She moans softly and sits up, looking down at me.
“Mornin’ stud. Sleep well?” She asks. I’m at a complete loss for words.
“Did...did we…?” I stutter.
She nods.
“Oh, my God….I don’t remember. All I can remember is a voice talking to me, laughing at me. Then my memory stops. I’m so sorry.” I apologize.
“No need to. I was gonna ride you anyhow, but you did the work for me.” Wait.
“You were going to rape me!? What the actual fuck!” I push her off of me and I stand.
“Where are my clothes?” I ask, fuming. She shrugs.
I look around, only to find my clothing shredded on the floor.
“What the fuck happened last night?” I ask her, standing her up.
“You just kinda went wild. You weren’t even you. You were like some kind of wolf. It was great sex, though…” She trails off.
“What do you mean? Like a werewolf?” I ask, slightly scared.
“Nah, nothin’ like that. You just tripped out when I tried to gas ya.”
“Oh. Wait, what!?” I shout.
“Nothin. You said ya’ll heard a voice? Do you know who it was?” She asked. I shook my head.
“I bet it was Discord, that old snake. He’s always messin’ with ponies.” She half laughs.
“Where is he? I’ll kill him.” I get angry and storm out.
“He fucked with my memory, and with my head. He fucked with the wrong man.” I walk into the town.
“Discord!!!!” I shout at the top of my lungs.
“You rang.”