Belly Rubs

by Damaged

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy
Length: 4303

The pony curse is spreading on earth, but for one household things seem to be at least reasonably under control... or are they?

It seems innocent enough. A belly rub feels amazing after you have been turned into a pony. The only catch? During the full moon, anyone who rubs the belly of a pony, is cursed to become one themselves. Not only that, but getting a good belly rub then is just the best thing ever!

Contains TF, maybe some TG, and a delightful amount of belly-rubbing.

Re-imagining of an idea from one of the talented writer, Lab's, works and with ideas from ValenceBond.

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Published 2016-04-19 10:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-04-21 05:56:49 UTC

2 - The growing issue with belly rubs

"You know what starts tomorrow?" Paula was bouncing up and down on the couch, apparently a hyperactive pegasus' favorite pastime. When Stephanie didn't reply instantly she screamed out, "FULL MOON!"

Steph picked up two cushions, one was lobbed at the suddenly evading pony beside her on the couch and the other was stuffed on top of her head to try to cover her pointed pony ears. Worst still was the cry almost sounded like the most adorable howl she had ever heard. "Ugh, don't remind me. For most of the month I can pretend things are normal, pretend I can at least pull my weight around here and keep this place clean." It wasn't all bad, at least she had magic.

The pillow the woman had lobbed at the pegasus floated up and back on the couch landing barely a moment before a pouncing pegasus landed on it. "It's going to be awesome, you can give me belly rubs and finally become a cute pony!"

The rage built again and Stephanie resisted the urge to throw the pony instead of the pillow this time.

"I'm home!" Mike's voice shattered the tension between pony and part-pony and both looked up and smiled as Steph's boyfriend came in, locking the door behind him. "You two doing okay? You know what starts tonight-" He didn't get any further with his comment, a pillow hit him in the face and a pegasus the belly.

"BELLY RUBS!" The squirming pegasus wouldn't stop until at least one of Mike's hands was planted on her belly. His expertly manicured nails worked into her soft fur and the pony almost hit the floor with contentment.

Scrambling to catch the mare, Mike made his way to the couch and just as he sat down, ball of adorable pegasus on his lap, there was a knock at the door. "That, is the story of my life."

Stephanie giggled and leaned over to kiss his cheek, the touch of her lips was different for both of them now, considering she had a cute pony snout. "I'll get it, you relax." She braced a hand on the couch and got up, a glance back at her boyfriend reminded her so much of someone cuddling a cat it was almost disturbing.

Reaching the door, the woman froze and thought. Pressing her cheek to the door, she looked through the peek-hole. There was no one there. "Okay, someone is playing a prank on-" Another knock. She carefully unlocked the door and threw it open. "The heck?"

There was a little white pony standing there, looking up at her. "Belly rubs?"

Stephanie hated this. She hated this whole damn epidemic. She hated that she was susceptible to it. She hated that she was affected by it. But she hated it most of all, because ponies were adorable. "Hold on." She leaned down and wrapped her hands carefully behind the forelegs of the little pony, but something seemed wrong. She picked them up and felt a warmth blossom in her for the poor thing and she found her cheek resting on their back.

Mike broke her moment. "Steph? What are you doing?" She pulled back a little, looking down into the huge eyes of the little pony. She felt it then, the tender feeling of her belly. It would be starting soon and if this little thing asked her to she wasn't sure she could turn down their pleas for belly rubbing.

"Your problem." Stephanie marched in and dropped the little pony on Mike's lap. Then she felt a change. The feeling of adoration faded and she stared as Mike seemed to look a little drunk, gazing at the pony and gently rubbing their belly. "Okay, what are you?"

The little pony looked up then rolled to their back. "Belly rubs?"

Her hand was halfway to the little fuzzy ball of adorableness, when she noticed her other was scratching idly at her own belly. If she did this she would lose her hand. "No, no belly rubs, Mike covers that. What are you doing? Is that some kind of spell?"

The little white fuzzball was enveloped in green fire. "Please don't hate me…" What was left, was a black creature, still pony-shaped, but with hard ribbed fins where a mane and tail should be and the most startlingly blue eyes. "I didn't know where to go, I saw him helping at the shelter and… they kicked me out." Their snout, bearing a pair of vicious fangs, nosed gently at the hand on their belly. "I guess I should go…"

"No!" Paula had to fight the need for her own attention but this seemed wrong. "Please let them stay, Steph, please!"

It was the eyes that got her. "Stephanie, you are such a… okay, okay, at least for the full moon. Then you need to pull your weight around here." Stephanie's world went dark and there was a tightness as if limbs pulling and securing something onto her face. It was true of course and she reached up to try to pry the strange pony from her.

"Thank you!" The kiss on the woman's nose broke any will she might have left, what little hope she had of being rid of this strangely adorable bug-pony. "My name is Terra!"

"Well Terra, we have rules." Mike reached up and plucked the little pony from Steph's almost trembling hands. "First rule is, I do the belly rubs, Steph is off limits."

"Owkie!" Terra flopped on her back the moment she was on Mike's lap again.

"You help her clean up and, whatever you did to our minds just now… please, not again." As Mike's hand found the little changeling's belly, a soft chirping sound issued from their mouth.

"I'm getting dinner ready." Stephanie left Mike to look after the two ponies, rubbing her belly absently.

"How was I to know it would get this bad!" Steph shouted into her phone, her hand rubbing constantly at her belly. "Mike please, you have to come home…"

"Babe, stop rubbing it, rest a pillow on your belly and watch some television." Mike's words were a little hard to follow, he apparently had his mobile on hands-free, likely because it was the third day of the full moon and he was doing volunteer belly-rubs at the shelter.

"Miiiiikkkkkeeeee." Stephanie even hated how she sounded when like this. Then something touched her belly, something new. It was the tiny pointed horn of Terra's. "Oh, oh that's not bad. Mike, gotta go!"

The little pony settled in, rubbing and squirming herself against the woman's belly, drawing sighs of delight and relaxation. Only for a moment, though. "Ugh, what… it is… it is getting worse…"

The changeling looked up at Steph. "Mmm, my turn." A green glow wrapped the woman's hand and drew it down toward the little pony's belly.

"No. Uh, um… hold on…" There was the urge to rub their belly, it was almost overwhelming and she couldn't deny Terra had tried to help her. "Okay, I need my hands but this shouldn't be too bad." One of her feet lifted up and pressed in on the little black belly. Toes curled and uncurled and Steph even felt a slight lessening of her own need. Fuzziness was felt on her other foot and she started to knead at Paula's belly too.

"You give good belly rubs, Steph… I was wrong." Paula's delighted words startled the woman from the daze she was in.

"Belly rubs? Wait, wha-." Darkness fell in on Stephanie when she looked down at her feet and, instead of the normal human digits, there was chocolate brown fuzz flowing down over pony limbs, limbs that were slowly becoming more and more equine.

"Is she awake? What did you two do to her?" Mike's voice registered in Steph's ears, her twitching, directional, pony ears.

"What… my legs!" Stephanie sat bolt upright in bed, she had been tucked in and cozy. She took a quick assessment. Hands, still hands. Belly… needs rubbing. Pulling the covers down further, however, revealed that from her waist down she was now chocolatey and brown and, twitching between her pony-like legs, was a cream-colored pony tail. It matched the color her hair had become since the first run-in with Paula's belly.

"Calm down, just relax. We knew this was going to happen eventually." Mike pulled his girlfriend into a hug, getting arms wrapped around him. He had a secret weapon to help calm her down. He guided his fingers and arm around her, marveling at how she was just a little smaller now.

When the questing digits found Stephanie's belly she relaxed, calmed and gave a deep sigh. "So what, now I need to learn to walk on two hooves?"

"'fraid so." Mike kept his fingers working, hoping to at least ease her into this. If nothing else, a belly rub was the perfect way to keep shock at bay.

"Ugh, now I have to brush my tail, too." Stephanie looked down at the twitching mass of hair, a soft smile at her lips. It was hard to be angry, she had kinda started the whole thing. She barely even noticed when her own fingers found a soft black belly and started to rub.

Author's Note

Oh no Steph, it's an adorable trap! :pinkiegasp:

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3 - The future of belly rubs

Two hooves she had dealt with, but even Steph knew she was sunk now that she had three.

Terra had been allowed to stay, particularly when not only did she help clean, but she taught Stephanie how to use her own horn. "I still feel bad about you losing your arm." The changeling squirmed, the hoof rubbing her belly was actually not bad, it wasn't quite time for it to be a need, but belly rubs were great even when you weren't aching for them.

"What's done is done. I was the one rubbing your belly." Steph was in shorts and a loose shirt, it was getting toward the warmer months and trying to hide how pony-like she was had become impossible and impractical. She did like being able to shop for such small sizes, however.

"Belly-" Paula was getting better with her wings and had pounced out and tried to dive for Stephanie's lap when a hand caught her snout.

"No, calm down." Steph pulled the pegasus down though, getting the little ponies secure together in her lap before she returned to her task, her rubs working between them. "What are you even doing with your time now Paula?"

"Stock market." The pegasus squirmed and snuggled against the equally cute black changeling. "It was a little hard using the computer with hooves, but my wings are good, and no one questions me online, they take my orders, pay back the dividends and…"

"And what? Where are you getting the money to do this?" Steph held back the belly rubbing until the pegasus squirmed and began to talk again.

"From my account at first, then as I made more, I invested that."

Stephanie was bewildered, her hand reached down and gave that belly more attention as a reward. "How much do you have?"

The little pony shrugged and leaned up to nom on her finger adorably.

"Do I not want to know?" Steph felt her finger get worried from left to right. She sighed. "Okay, but if we ever need to pay anything, you have to fork over too, okay?" Her finger was lifted up and down and then the pegasus went to work sucking on it in a way that Stephanie couldn't help but tremble at. Why did the cursed have to be the cutest little things she'd ever saw?

It was the full moon again, Stephanie was sprawled on the couch, Mike at her side. His fingers alternated between her belly and those of their two little guests. "You sure about this, Steph?"

Stephanie looked down at her hand, then to her chest. "Well girls, it's been good."

"I liked the girls…" Mike leaned over and kissed his girlfriend. "But I am sure we can work something out."

"Are you sure?" Stephanie watched for the telltales that her boyfriend was lying.

"I said I was. I love you for who you are, not what you are." Mike kissed her pony snout and found a foreleg and an arm wrapped around him in short order.

"Damn you for being so nice. And immune. We would have made a cute couple." Tears rolled down Stephanie's cheeks. She had made the decision, better to be entirely something, than half of two things. "You two ready?"

"For belly rubs? Always!" Paula squirmed as a hoof came down and started rubbing her belly.

Terra blinked those big eyes up at her. "Are you sure?"

Steph's hand lowered and before she could make any second or third guesses of her action, she began to rub that oddly soft belly. "I am." Her hand began to change as she watched it, her fingers slowly pulling together and reshaping. She was shrinking more, too and with all four limbs changed she felt the curse move to her body.

Mike, sparing his hands for his Girlfriend, reached down and rubbed the shrinking girl's belly, getting happy giggles from her until, just like both the others, she was an adorable little pony. A pony stallion. "Different." Mike didn't stop though.

"Oooh! Steph! STEPH!" Paula was bouncing up and down and pointing at Stephanie with a wing. "You got an outie!"

"Belly Rubs incorporated, how can I help you?" Steph used his magic to press the telephone's buttons, directing the call to his headset. "I am sorry, the CEO is busy right now, you understand that it IS the full moon?"

He was seated at his desk, reclined back on his plot and grinning like a fool.

"Oh no, I am quite sure he can't spare a hand to answer the phone right now, you can leave a message if you like?" Stephan grinned up widely at Mike, his hand planted in the middle of the unicorn's belly, rubbing away. "Oh, really? Well I can assure you, just leave your name and number with our booking department and they will have someone out to rub your belly as soon as possible." His magic poked more buttons.

"Did Paula call this week?" Mike got both hands in on that soft, exposed fur.

"She did, she found two more immune, one of them willing to work, the other was part of some pony commune, apparently they worshiped her or something. To the left…"

Mike grinned as Steph's back leg began to kick slowly.

Author's Note

Short and sweet, didn't want to go much further on this one, I have other crazy pony-plans to cook up! :derpytongue2:

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Canary in the coal mine (provided the spark for this idea, big thanks!)

1 - The problem with belly rubs

"Paula, you know I can't!" Stephanie sat on the couch, crossing her arms and tucking her hands in at her sides and under her armpits. "For the last time no."

"Aww, but it itches so much! Please…" The little pegasus beside her was on her back, one hoof rubbing her own belly distractedly. "It won't be so bad as a pony, besides, Mike can rub both our bellies then!"

"You are impossible Paula, you know Mike is immune and I am not, he can rub your damn belly all through the full moon and not get changed but," one hand pulled free and she poked the aqua mare on the nose, "I am not!"

The mare looked cross-eyed at the finger poking her nose and she giggled, kicking her back legs and almost, almost getting that finger to make contact with her belly.

"Hey!" Steph pulled her hand back and tucked it back under her arms. "No fair, all it takes is one rub and then… I don't even know if I would end up female." She shivered. "I mean, come on, you used to be 'Paul'."

"It's not fair!" Paula flopped on her belly, rubbing it against the couch and squirming more. "You could just let me out, I promise I won't bug you anymore." She looked up at the human woman, her eyes huge and puppy-like.

"And risk you getting rounded up as a stray? Come on Paula, he is only a little late, you know he is the main income now." Stephanie reached over and rubbed the pony's neck, getting an excited little sound of delight from her. "You roll over and the petting stops." The sound changed to a whine but Paula stayed on her belly.

The front door opened and closed and a male voice called out. "Darlings, I am h-" Mike didn't get any further, there was a little aqua blur that flew at him and landed in his arms. "Aww, you missed me Paula?" One arm cradled the little pony while the other reached down for the offered belly. A pony tongue started to loll from one side of Paula's mouth and she closed her eyes in bliss.

"Oh thank all that's holy. She was getting so whiny." Steph finally let her arms free of their special prison. Her boyfriend landed on the couch beside her, smelling of not just the mare in his arms but other ponies. The effect was strangely comforting and the woman leaned over and against his side. "I know it's good money, but can't you be home a little more?"

"You know how it is, not many of us immune. All those poor ponies at the shelters, someone needs to take care of them and you should see the poor things." Mike changed his spot, his carefully manicured fingernails finding the soft flesh of Paula's belly and all the good places.

"They don't even pay that well for that…" Stephanie reached up carefully, setting her hand under the mare's back, rubbing the bases of her wings. It was almost as good for a pegasus as their belly, but one hundred percent less contagious.

"Right, but it is the right thing to do. Besides, the pay for the rest of the month, from the spa, more than makes up for it." Mike changed hands, putting the arm he had been using around his girlfriend and using the other to work the little mare's neck. "Rich people become rich ponies. Who am I to tell them that getting their bellies rubbed when it isn't strictly needed isn't worth a hundred an hour?"

Stephanie was in bed with her boyfriend, things were all nicely relaxed. Even Paula was coming down from her full-moon neediness. She reached over and cuddled in tighter against her lover. Her hand felt a soft patch of fur. "Paula, that better not be your belly…"

"Hrmm? Oh, no, that is my tush." The pegasus squirmed and Steph was about to pull her hand back but stopped. With an evil grin, she drew it back slowly, then brought it down with a hard smack.

Mike jumped a mile when four pony hooves connected with him, two found a place no pony hooves should ever be shoved and particularly not at the speed these had been. Paula was bolting out from under the covers, out the door and back to her own room.

Steph pulled all the covers of the big queen-size bed over and around herself, snuggling in them and even relaxing despite the scent of pony that seemed to pervade everything in the house. "Mmm, sleep in!"

"So why do I have to wear the collar and leash?" Paula was jerking at the restraint, tugging and even trying to fly away from Stephanie at one point.

"Because it is the full moon tonight and if you get free you will be in trouble. Twice as bad if you infect someone." Steph grinned and tugged on the leash.

"Hey! No need to be rough!" Paula, however, had been trying to tug the thing from the woman's hand. She flicked her lilac mane and changed direction suddenly, managing to get the leather strap from around Steph's wrist. "FREEDOM!"

Stephanie took a moment to take a deep breath. At least her friend couldn't fly that well, except when she wanted a belly-rub. "Paula get back here…" All she could see was the lilac tail flailing as the mare was galloping off into the park.

Stomping off, her eyes narrow, Steph felt eyes of people around her focusing on her irresponsible act. "Paula! Get back here!"

"Nooooo I am free!" The sound came from one side, near the deeper part of the park where the old trees were.

Finally, coming to the old-growth trees, Steph looked around. "Where are you, dammit, it's going to get dark soon!" There was soft sounds all around her, the woman really hoping they were just regular animals.

"Attack snuggle!" An aqua-colored blur pounced out of the low branches of a nearby tree and landed in the middle of Stephanie's face. She pinwheeled her arms a few times but the weight of Paula on her upper body had her falling backwards and landing on her back in the soft leaf-litter. "Just rub it, just rub it!"

"Paula!" Steph had the mare rubbing her belly all over her face and she coughed and spluttered trying to get her off. In the end, she grabbed her up and held her away from her. "Ugh, why did you do that?"

"It was fun! Oh, you have a cute face!" Paula was beaming at Steph, giggling. It was then, in the darkening light, that Stephanie noticed that something chocolate brown had pushed out from between her eyes. A pony snout had grown in. She looked up, seeing only the slightest red on the horizon. "Paula!" She ran, ran hard. Home was only two blocks away but she got there as quick as if it were only half of one. Banging on the front door, she could feel her ears trailing up the sides of her head, forming into cute pony ones atop her likely now furred head.

"What's… oh shit Steph!" Mike had opened the door at her pounding and took Paula from her arms. "What happened?"

"Her fault!" Steph and Paula both said at once, one pointing a finger, the other a hoof.

"No, it was hers." Stephanie glared at the pony. "She pounced on my head and rubbed herself all over me, I didn't even notice the sun had gone down!"

"Aww, but you look cute and, besides, it isn't spreading!" Paula pointed more and was set down by Mike.

"Shirt off, now." His words had his girlfriend blushing but complying. "Ah, we have heard of a few cases of this. Partial immunity. Basically, the curse only travels small distances in you. So she rubbed on your face, so your head changed. If she got your hand, your whole arm might be next. How do you feel?"

Standing there in her jeans and bra, the girl grumped a bit. "My belly itches." Her hand lifted and began to rub her belly, then harder.

"Stop that, you know what it does to a pony when they do that." Mike's hand found her bare belly and as he started to rub and work at her, Steph practically melted against him. "There, see?"

"We can be rubbing buddies!" Paula was bouncing up and down on the couch, looking at the two.

"If this didn't feel so damn good you would be getting a kick out the door." Stephanie tried to rouse more anger but it was rubbed away by Mike's touch. "Mmm, no rubs for her tonight, she was bad."

"Aww, but I need belly rubs! Your face was terrible at it!" Paula was on her back, squirming around. Mike guided Steph over to the couch and, with one hand working the little pony's belly, he continued to rub his girlfriend's.

"Am I hideous?" Stephanie looked up, seeing a shadow cast by what she knew was a horn in the middle of her forehead. "A unicorn? Huh, not all bad then."

"Hideous? No way, you are still sexy as all get out and, those ears are adorable." Mike leaned down and kissed her on the lips, without hesitation. Steph smiled a little, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Author's Note

How would you survive the plague? Do you know someone who would give you belly rubs while you squirm on your back in delight?

Support me on Patreon or fuel my writing on Ko-Fi!

Join me on Discord. Warning, said chat may contain NSFW material and should be considered adult in nature.

Re-imagining of an idea from one of the talented writer, Lab's, works and with ideas from ValenceBond.

Awesome ponies who are already helping to keep me in keyboards and rum:
Canary in the coal mine (provided the spark for this idea, big thanks!)