Cruise to the Isle of Rut - The Towel Pony Job
Author's Note
Kinks include Inanimate Transformation.
This story is inspired by the artwork and Isle of Rut world created by Quartz Poker/Petrock. I wrote this story one night back in January, and left it alone for months. I finally came back to it recently, barely changed anything from the original story aside from some spelling errors (still probably rough). After allowing Petrock to read it, I decided to upload it for all to enjoy.
Shindig's Personal Towel
I was neatly folded and placed on the top of a pile of neatly washed towels. I wondered if the others under me were also in my position, Plainly put, I was a towel. A small, light blue towel, a very similar shade to what my coat color was, however, stuck in this immobile form I don’t have much ability to inspect myself.
I couldn’t move, but I still had some sense of awareness, I could still think, somewhat see (even without eyes), feel, and smell. That last sense was somewhat of a blessing and curse. During the quiet times, I could just relax in towel form and enjoy the motion of the ship on sea and smell the strong ocean air and fragrance of fresh fruits on the breeze. However, it was not a pleasant experience to be used as a cushion for the beach chairs, I do not want to elaborate more.
So, how did I get into this position? Well, I booked a one way ticket to the infamous Isle of Rut, hoping to get away from my boring life in Equestria. However not having any income or money when I boarded, I offered my services to pay for the trip. Not knowing what I signed up for when I agreed to be a towel pony, I found myself in this position. It was already the fourth day of the trip and I already felt like I made a mistake.
I do get a five hour break at the end of my shift, when I revert back to equine form and can trot around like any other passenger. However once that time is up my form reverts automatically back into a towel. When it’s time, I must be in the wash room, reporting for duty, so I could be handled by one of the maids and folded with the other towels. If I failed to get there in time, I would collapse in towel form into a heap where ever I was, which was something I already experienced.
Two days ago I was in the middle of the buffet room when that happened and spent the next half day continuously stepped on before one of the workers figured they would use me as a cleaning rag to soak up spills and scrub out any mess. By the end of my experience, not only was a docked that day of work and forced to work overtime, I also had to spend three hours trying to scrub all the gunk I picked up in my mane and coat. Not something I wish to experience again.
The sun beat down as I lay on a table next to a row of sprawled out beach chairs, today I was on the top of the pile. Of course that meant I would be used, figures. I already spent the last day working overtime as a towel that a frisky young colt would just continuously chew on, luckily, I was patched up before regaining pony form.
Before I could pass the time by continuing with my boring mental monologue I was picked up by my corner. I could feel the teeth of the pony who grabbed me chomping down on all my layers, feeling different parts of my body compressed onto each other, a strange feeling but I am slowly getting used to.
Before I could mentally regain focus I found myself staring into the eyes of a light blow stallion with brilliant blue eyes, and a fluffy blonde-pink hair that looked like spiraled cotton candy.
“Hey name is Shindig,” he said with a muffled smile.
I knew exactly how he was. His face was all over the brochures and advertisements that were promoting this cruise. I just didn’t know in face to face he would look as adorable as he did now.
“I actually find you pretty cute,” Shindig smiled.
I mentally held myself back; did he just read my mind? Probably not, maybe it was just a coincidence.
Shindig continued, “I saw you the other day after you got off your shift. Now I have seen a lot of ponies work as towels on this ship, but you seem to be a natural.” Shindig held me loosely with one hoof and smiled. “Now then I didn’t want to show any favoritism to any passenger, but I don't think the others will get jealous if I cuddle a towel now?” He winked. “Let’s get to my cabin room so we can get some privacy.”
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Shindig lay sprawled out on his mattress as he picked me up with his hooves. I looked at him hanging helplessly from his lanky forelegs. He brought me to his face and rubbed me against his muzzle. Then he pressed his nose into me, deeply taking a breath. “Ah, just my type of towel, all fresh and clean.” I felt somewhat honored by that remark, though I had to keep reminding myself I was born a pony, and not some inanimate object.
Then gently he wrapped his fore and hind legs around me, like he was spooning a smaller pony. As he did, he continuously rubbed his check against my towel fibers. “You know, I don’t think I ever spooned a towel before, but there is a first time for everything,” he chucked as he pressed me hard against his chest.
His chest was soft and I could feel what corresponded to my face sinking into his warm fur coat. I have never had this kind of intimate contact before, and never knew my first time would be as a towel on a cruise ship. But then again I didn’t expect much out of life, so this was a pleasant turn of events. Slowly Shindig drifted to sleep. Then in a few minutes I could hear him snoring, as his warm breathing vibrated my body. Then before I knew it, this rhythmic motion caused me to drift to sleep as well.
I woke up and found my perspective had shifted. My face was no longer pressed against his chest, but something else, much harder and smoother. I then noticed my body slightly moist, and began to taste the dribble of something salty. Then I realized, my face was pressed against Shindig’s cock with was now sporting a large erection. I have never seen another stallion’s member this large before, then again, from my shrunken form, it looked larger. What was my mouth was now wrapped around his tip, if I had been a pony, I would have been greatly embarrassed to be caught in this position. There was another motion. The snoring stopped, and Shindig was up staring directly as me. I would have given an awkward glance if I could.
“Darn, look what you made me do.” Shindig smirked as he used his hoof to flick his cock. Then pausing for a second he gave a big grin and ruffled my body up a bit. “You know, in this form you are supposed to be treated no differently than any other towel.”
I nodded if I could. I could still taste his precum slowly leaking out. Shindig smiled, “I actually have to get back to work soon, but darn you made me all pent up!” In one quick motion he quickly wrapped what was my face around his large member. “Since you caused this, I think it is appropriate that you help me with fixing this.”
Then he began slowly stroking himself through me, my soft cloth body then began to move with the motion, I shifted up and down as his hooves pressed me against his cock. This was an experience I never had before. My mind did not know what to make of this. I could feel the stroking getting harder and faster. I kept rubbing and rubbing the long, hard shaft. I felt the slight vibration and twitch from the cock, signaling it was about time for him to release, I closed my eyes mentally to embrace the cum. Nothing occurred.
“I am not going to rush this,” Shindig said heavily panting with beads of sweat on his brow. “I am quite enjoying myself.”
I began to absorb even more of the vicious warm precum as it dripped out. He continued the motion, causing the liquid to slightly foam up on my soft cloth form. He then rolled over, with me now pressed against the bed, now pinned with his body on top.
Shindig thrusted his hips and dragged his smooth, shiny cock across my body. He continued doing this for another minute until his cock was trembling, as Shindig fought hard to hold himself back, whimpering as he did. He continued sliding himself along me, then paused to calm his heavy breathing. Drips of sweat fell on to me.
He then got on his back and picked me up. He grabbed my form and wrapped what was my face around his cock once more. I continued to taste the precum dripping readily from his overstimulated cock. He vigorously started stroking once more, with more pressure. Another thrust, then another. I was sure this pressure was enough to tear me threads as I could feel my fabric body tensing from the force.
I could feel his cock rumble with tremendous vigor, I knew he was ready to release any second now. I found my face now wrapped directly around the head of his cock, I would have a front row seat to what was to come. He squeezed me hard with his hooves. With a cute cry he began to buck his hindhegs, then before I knew it a heavy stream of cum erupted and shot through my fibrous form. Cum poured through the folds of my body and soaked into my cotton being. I never tasted a stallion’s seed before, but I liked it. It was steamy, hot, and vicious… and still flowing. My face, taut against his frenulum, the force was so strong, I could feel myself tearing at my steams from the source of the shooting cum. My mind started to go hazy as I could feel my face being torn. It was over.
In a sweaty mess, Shindig panted heavily then relaxed his tense body on the mattress below. Slowly he used one hoof wipe my body along his shrinking cock and chest, mopping up the sticky mess.
“Damn, that was the best time I have had this week. And I normally don’t get this kind of enjoyment using a towel as a masturbation rag,” he said bringing my moist, crumpled body up to his face. He then gave me a kiss then without a care tossed me unceremoniously in the trash bin near the bed. He got up, brushed his messy mane back into place then put on his bow tie. I hung on the lip of the trash bin like as discarded piece of rubbish, not knowing what just happened. In a crumpled heap I sat soaking in cum which began to slowly dry causing me to feel stiff.
“Sorry, I tossed you in the bin, but I realized I accidentally made a hole in you. Don’t worry, I can patch you up, unfortunately, I could only do so when we get to the island. Until then, I strongly recommend you refrain from transforming back to equine form, who knows what could happen with the flaky magic we need to use on this small vessel.” He went up to pat me on my moist head like I was a dog.
“Don’t worry, that is only two more days until docking. Until then, I guess you can be my personal cum rag.” He chuckled as he walked out of his cabin. “Plus this promotion comes with a big raise.” And like that, I became promoted to Shindig’s personal cum rag.
