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                        Anon filly                         
                        -by Nekon-                         
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                Day 1. A filly meets ponies                
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Day 1. A filly meets ponies
There is a hospital in Ponyville. And there is a room for patients suffering from psychological diseases in it. A row of beds with bright white sheets stays neatly along the whole room. However, there is only one patient on them: a little green filly with a disheveled black mane and tail.
Here you lie, your soul and mind trapped within this body. And at the moment your forelegs are firmly tied to your chest with a straitjacket.
"It's so that you do not hurt yourself or anyone else," they said when they were binding you.
As if I could, you think to yourself, How can anybody do anything with these hooves?
A figure in a white coat approaches your bed, as you struggle to untie your newfound appendages.
"This is the filly you wanted to see, Your Highness," says the male pony, presumably the doctor of this clinic.
"How did she get here?" the feminine voice asks.
You look up to the direction the voice is from and see a purple pony with both wings and horn. She has purple mane with a pink stripe and a star symbol on her buttocks.
"It happened yesterday." The doctor says, "The royal guard found her unconscious on the outskirts of the Everfree Forest when he was patrolling the border and then he brought her here. She woke up this morning and started screaming and waving her legs. When the nurse came to calm her, the filly punched her in the right eye."
"I just could not control these limbs," you interrupt the doctor's speech. "They did it themselves... Ok, maybe not exactly in that way. But in any case, I didn't intend to give her a black eye. What should one do when he wakes up as a horse?"
"Yeah..." the doctor pauses, "there is another problem with her, a big one. She's lost touch with reality. She thinks she isn't a pony at all and constantly mutters about the world she thinks she is from."
"Because it's true! I don't have a clue how I ended up here. And stop calling me 'she'. I am a man after all."
"Who?" asked the purple pony. "I've never heard this word before."
"There could have been a bad accident with her in the Everfree. Something that frightened the little thing and made her go into a coma. Something that damaged her brain... We still can't find her parents. Maybe it's connected with it."
You sigh with a loud annoying sound at this stupid hypothesis.
"I think I can help," the female pony says, "I’ll take her with me into my castle."
"Are you sure, princess? She already tried to run away," the doctor complains.
"As you said, doctor, she is just scared. No need to treat her like a wild beast. All she needs is a warm place and a kind word to reassure her." Then the mare bends down to you and speaks, a smile on her face.
"I am Twilight Sparkle, pleased to meet you."
"Anon," you reply shortly.
"Could you, please, promise the doctor that you will stay calm if he unties you?" Twilight says, still smiling at you.
"Yes," you mumble after a few seconds.
The doctor looks at Twilight then at you, shrugs and lights his horn with cyan aura, another thing you are not used to. With the help of his magic, your bonds loosen and you are free to move your hooves. You jump out of the bed and land onto the floor with wobbly legs, stumbling. You would have tumbled backward if Twilight hadn't caught your rear with her hoof.
"There you are," says Twilight and slightly push you forward. "Let's go." You and Twilight leave the room and walk through the long hospital corridor. Not being used to moving on four legs, you stumble constantly, trying to keep up with Twilight's pace.
“Are you okay?” Twilight asks with a hint of confusion in her voice.
"Yes, it's just kinda hard to manage all four legs at once."
"Are you drunk? I don't want to seem prim but you better give up that. You are a filly after all. It will affect your particular organs in the future."
"It's not that..." you mutter, not willing to know what organs she labeled as particular ones.
Having completed the corridor, there are other obstacles in front of you. A whole flight of stairs leading down to the finish line. Hesitantly, you place one of your front hooves onto the first step, turning your body so it is leaning against the stair. Freezing in this pose, you feel like a baby trying to cross an ancient catacomb. Twilight waits for you downstairs as you are slowly sliding down the staircase.
"Go ahead, Anon, you can do it." She says with a giggle.
After a significant amount of time, you finally have accomplished this feat and catch up with Twilight, an exhausted expression on your face.
"I guess we have to get a carriage if we want to be in the castle by this evening," Twilight says upon seeing you pant.
When you are out of the hospital, the sun dazzles you with its radiance. You instinctively shade your eyes with a hoof. You look around and see the rows of trees with vivid green foliage, accompanied with green grass beneath. A bird takes off from the branch, humming a tranquil melody and causing you to drift further into your reverie. Your eyes follow the bird flying above and you can see pure white clouds as if it was shaped by hands. Or rather by hooves. A pegasus is hovering over one of the clouds, sculpting it into a bunny. The whole scenery has made you feel like you have gone into a fairy tail.
"Princess of the daydreaming, are you here?" Twilight snap you out of your trance, "Your carriage awaits you."
Slightly blushing, you head toward Twilight standing by the carriage harnessed to two stallions. She opens the door with her magic and you go in. You clamber up onto the wooden bench and slip to the window at the corner with the intention of learning more of this world while traveling. You stare out the window as you feel something soft touches your hip. You turn the head around and see Twilight settling close to you. She stretches and put her hoof over your shoulder.
"How about getting to know each other?" she says, moving closer to you.
"W-what exactly do you want to know?" you falter, trying to draw back from her. However, your attempt fails because of the carriage sidewall right behind you.
"Everything," she replies.
"Mm," you bleat timidly, "Did I mention before that I am human, actually?"
Twilight's eyes narrow and she inclines further towards you, her muzzle a few inches from yours. Her slow, deliberate breathing strokes your nostrils. She lays her hoof on your chest and steadily traces one circle over it. Then she stops and presses the hoof in such way that you could feel it.
"There's a rumor about a pony who claimed that she was from another world. That she did not belong to her cute, little body. Do you know where is she now?"
You swallow hard, unable to throw out any sound.
"She is rumored," Twilight continues, "to be locked away deep inside the hospital gates in the special separate cell. Nopony has seen her since then."
You stare at the floor with drooping head. Not knowing how to react, you continue to keep silence. Watching your pitiful appearance, Twilight changes her strict demeanor to a kind smile.
"Keep your chin up, you have no reason for worry. You are under my wing now. Be a good filly, and you'll become the happiest pony in all Equestria."
With that, she gently covers you with her wing and you both sit wordlessly during the rest of the path to the Twilight's castle.
***
The carriage finally stops.
"We've arrived," Twilight says, letting you go. She gets out of the carriage as you still huddle in the corner pondering what awaits you.
"Stop dreaming, Anon. We have many things to do, hurry up."
"Yeah," you mumble to yourself and leave the carriage. As you step out onto the ground, a large crystal castle glistening in the sunlight appears before your eyes.
"Here we are," Twilight introduces you to her dwelling, "The castle of friendship. Don't tell me you're not impressed".
"It's... big, " you respond trying to hide admiration. As you trot toward the entrance, a small figure emerges from out the gates.
"Hi, Twilight!" the boyish voice cries out. The figure fast approaches you and you can distinctly see a purple dragon waving his hand, a smile on his face.
"Did you bring the crystals?" the dragon asks with excitement.
"Oh, sorry Spike. There was an emergency. I want you to meet a new friend," Twilight points her hoof back at you, "Anon will live with us from now on."
"So, ah, mm, " Spike waffles with nervousness. Then he composes himself and speaks up, "Glad to meet you".
"Is it a real dragon?" You say the first thing that came to your mind.
"Yeah, I guess, I'm quite real," Spike replies shrugging his shoulders. "Have you never seen dragons before?"
"Anon is new here and doesn't know many things," Twilight steps in, "But we have a lot of time to fill in the gaps." She winks at you.
All three of you enter the castle and go down the long corridor.
"You must be starving," Spike speaks to you, "We have broccoli soup and daisy sandwiches with hay fries"
You don't remember the last time you ate anything and your stomach rumbles at the mention of food. However, one thing bothers you.
"Daisy and Hay? I don't think I'm going to like it. Do you have some meat?"
"Meat? Where are you from? Griffinstone?" Spike asks with a slight laugh.
You are about to say the actual place you're from but stop when you remember what Twilight said in the carriage about that filly.
Having received no answer, Spike speaks confusedly. "Griffinstone? Really?"
"It doesn't matter where Anon is from," Twilight says, "What matters is that we have rules and traditions here in Equestria. And of course, we do not eat meat here."
You soon reach the dining room. There is a golden round table in the middle and eight chairs with cushions around it. There is nothing else besides that. Only a pair of candlesticks on crystal pillars, lighting the room.
"Sit down. Spike will set the table," Twilight says, as Spike hurries away to the kitchen. You select the nearest chair and put your butt down on it, letting your hind legs dangle over the side.
"You are lucky that Rarity doesn't see you," Twilight said, placing all her four legs onto the cushion.
Spike comes back in a few minutes with a tray and starts dishing up soup and sandwiches. Then he sets the table with spoons and takes a seat near Twilight.
"Bon appetit," Spike says, digging in.
You put your hooves on the table and look at them, then at Twilight levitating her spoon from her plate to her mouth, then at Spike holding his spoon in his claws and hastily devouring his soup.
"It's not fucking fair," is the only thought that comes to mind
"What's wrong, Anon? Do you not like it?" Spike says, a bit of sadness in his voice.
"How am I supposed to eat this?"
"With your hooves?" Spike wonders.
You sigh loudly and bring your hooves to the spoon. Somehow, you contrive to grip it with the both hooves. Both Twilight and Spike are staring at you, as you struggle to lift the spoon up to your muzzle. You are almost done with it but at the last moment the spoon slips out from your hooves and falls down on the floor, the jingle echoing in the room.
"Dammit!"
"I'll help you," Twilight coos, levitating her spoon with soup in it to you across the table. She gently prods at your shut mouth, as you sulk in your own misery.
"Anon, don't be a silly filly and open your mouth. You have to eat to be a healthy pony," Twilight says, after which Spike lets out a stifled giggle while watching the whole scene.
"Spike!" Twilight gives Spike a stern look.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just... Phew." Spike giggles again, leaving the table and heading to the kitchen to take his empty plate back.
"We are all waiting for you, Anon. Open your mouth and finish your meal." Twilight prods at your muzzle with the spoon a few more times.
"I'm a grown-up!" You resent Twilight's insistence but soon realize your mistake. Twilight shove the full spoon right into your mouth.
"Here we go," She says, getting ready to bring the second portion of soup, this time from your plate. Having realized the futility of resistance, you let Twilight spoonfeed you until your plate is completely empty. After that, you eat the daisy sandwich with the hay fries this time on your own. Either because you are so hungry or because pony's food is really that delicious, you devour your meal in one go.
"I guess you want to get some rest," Twilight says, watching you rub your belly. "Come with me, I'll show you your room."
You lazily slide from the chair and follow Twilight. You leave the dining room and stroll along the corridor until Twilight stops at a door. She opens it and you can take a look around the room. There is a spacious chamber with a large double bed midst of it, a numerous amount of books cluttering the whole room. A pair of tables, with multicolored vials on them, stand at the corner. Also, you notice a built-in wall closet behind the bed.
"This is where you will live," Twilight says.
"Someone already lives here, do they?"
"I do," Twilight reply matter-of-factly.
"But there is only one bed here."
"Well, you're really sharp-eyed. Don't worry. There is enough space for both of us."
"Mm, can I have my own room? I can see it's quite a big castle. There must be another spare room."
Twilight chuckles at your reaction, then smiles. "Of course, there are many spare rooms here." After her words, purple telekinesis lifts your tail up. "But it would be a great waste to let such a sweet little filly spend cold nights all alone." A damp hoof touches your rear, sliding down from at the top of your anus toward the bottom of your vagina.
As a result of the unexpected sensations, you dash forward, however in vain. Your tail is firmly fixed in a Twilight's magic vise.
"Where are you going, sweetheart? Can't wait to try out your new bed?" Twilight says, smiling.
"I... I am," you pant nervously. "I do not think I want to live here."
"Really? And where are you going to go? A small filly in a big town, without home and food. Do you really think you can survive outside?
"I," you swallow hard, "I'll find a job."
Twilight bursts in laughter at your proposal. "You? getting a job? I congratulate you, at least you have a sense of humor."
"I'm not joking," you say earnestly.
"Um? Fine, go on if you really want it." Twilight releases your tail and lets out another chuckle.
"That's the way out." She points at the end of the corridor. For a moment, you stay confused by how Twilight has easily let you go. Then you toddle toward the exit, clutching your tail to your rear. Twilight lets out a final chuckle and shouts out, "Spike! Bring me a cider! a strong one!" After that, she vanishes into her room.
You walk out from the castle. This time you've overtook the stairs without much trouble and step onto the street with a great sense of relief.
"Finally I've gotten away from that creepy horse. Now all I have to do is find a job."
'I'll find a job'. How many times you'd said that to your parents back on Earth, yet it was not going to happen. But now you have no choice. Work is the worst part of the whole situation here. You need food and a room where you can live while searching for the answers how to get away from here. And yet it's in every way better than being abused by a horse.
You walk down the street in the hope of finding something that actually needs employees. After passing by the private houses, you notice a building stood out because of its bigger size and advertising poster reading: "HORSETEL, the best and only hotel in Ponyville". You enter the main entrance, wanting to take a closer look. There is a small restaurant on the first floor, but you go straight toward reception .
"Hello, little lady. How can I help you?" the mare at the reception desk says.
"I need a job."
"Work? How old are you? We don't hire ponies under twelve."
"I'm above twenty"
"Mm? I'll call a manager, he will take care of you. Wait a second"
After a few minutes, a handsome white unicorn with blue mane appears before you.
"How can I help you?" says the stallion.
"I need a job," you reply with a bit of annoyance.
"We don't hire ponies who are so young without parent permission. Where're your parents?"
"I'm a kinda foreigner here, and I can't bring them. But I really need this work."
"Kid, get out of here. We don't need homeless urchins here."
"Please, I really need this job," you make your eyes as pitiful as you can.
"Well, Maybe we could use a spare pair of hooves. What do you know of waiting the tables?"
"Not much, really..."
"Misty, darling, come here," He calls for a mare bearing a tray in her mouth.
The waitress reaches you and puts the tray on the floor. "Sir?"
"We are testing a new applicant," the manager says, then turns to you. "Take this tray and serve the guests at that table." He points his hoof out.
You grasp the tray with your teeth, wondering how easily you've done this and how strong your jaw must be.
You move toward the table, trying to go straight and keep the tray flat. Your brain is busy with completing your task, as a pony runs straight into your head. The tray flips over and its contents fall onto the pony's jacket.
"Fuck! Look where you go, bastard," the male pony shouts with anger. "It's fucking new jacket."
The manager rushes up to him, crying out apologies. "Sir, please excuse us. I assure you, we'll compensate for all damage." Then he spins around, searching for the waitress, "Misty! Take the gentlecolt to the laundry. Quick!"
The mare runs in a panic to the anger visitor, after which they walk away out of your view.
You rub your head, as you notice the manager come to you, a tired expression on his face.
"He appeared out of nowhere and just went into me. It's not my fault. Please, give me a second chance," you try to apologise.
"You're a menace, kiddo. Come with me."
You walk up the second floor and go to the end of the corridor, into the staffroom.
As you enter the room, you see a mare sitting on the bed, combing her shining red mane. Her violet-colored lips are in contrast to her pale lemon muzzle.
"What do you think of this filly?" The stallion speaks to the mare, pushing you forward.
The mare approaches you, thoroughly looking over your whole body. Then she raises your chin with her hoof, examining your muzzle.
"She's quite the looker. I know a lot of clients who would like her."
"Hold a second," you break in, "you don't mean what I'm thinking of, do you?"
"I thought you wanted a job," the manager says, "I'm afraid this job is the only one you are capable of. You see, our hotel serves many clients, including the rich ones. And some of them need special treatment." He grabs you with his hooves and tackles you down. You try to lift your body up but you can't. It's firmly nailed to the floor with his whole weight.
"Get the fuck off me! I'm not going to do it, let me go!"
"You are not going anywhere unless you pay for the damage you caused. Now be quiet while I'm checking your professional competence."
As you attempt to struggle, you can feel fear overwhelming you. Your heart is throbbing with such intensity as if it's trying to leave your chest.
"Help! I'm getting raped! Help me!" you cry out, but a moment later a hoof suddenly shuts your mouth.
"Shh, dear," The mare murmurs softly, standing right before you. "The more you struggle, the more you risk to hurt yourself." After that, she turns to her companion. "Are you sure you will fit inside her?"
"If she could not take my cock, then she was more useless than I expected. I would have to waste my time preparing this little brat for our clients."
You feel something hard slaps your rear and moves down your hips until it stops at your entrance, slightly brushing your outer lips.
You can feel your eyes starting to weep, as you struggle to say two words: "No, please."
"Why is she so fucking dry?" The stallion complains. "It's going to be a long day."
He starts to poke himself in you, as, all of a sudden, the door thunders, opening with such a force that it nearly gets off the hinges.
Startled, the stallion jumps out of you, falling on his ass with a thump.
"Hello guys," the voice says.
"P-princess Twilight Sparkle? It's not what you think. I can explain," the stallion stammers.
"Don't mind me, guys, I'm just looking for one strayed filly. She has a green coat and a black mane and tail." She looks straight in your eye. "What is your name, little one? Did I mistake you for her? If so, I'm so sorry. I think I just go to search her to another place." She turns back and starts to exit the room.
Through your moist eyes, you take a look at the stallion seating on his rump on the floor in front of you. His big, thick cock towers from his groin. You turn abruptly toward leaving Twilight and cry out, "N-no, you're not wrong. I'm the filly you’re looking for!"
Twilight swings around, a wide grin on her face. "Oh, I am so glad I've found you. Let's go home. Spike's prepared a hot chamomile tea and peanut crackers. I bet you’d like it."
With that she leaves the room, you follow her.
***
Once you get back to the castle, you and Twilight come in the familiar diner room.
"I see you've made new friends," Twilight says, sipping her chamomile tea. You give her a depressed look. "Sorry, sorry, just joking. You should've seen your face when he was about to, you know."
"Are all the stallions so horny here?"
"Not really, just the jerk ones. If you want, I could set you up with Big Mac. He's a modest and decent guy."
"No, thanks"
After a minute of silence, you speak. "Twilight, thanks for saving me..."
Twilight lets out a little snort. "Not a big deal. As I said, you are under my wing now. However, if I were you, I'd not give thanks ahead of time." She looks at you and licks her upper lip.
"Since you live here, we have to address some issues of where you are from. If anypony finds out about you... Well, it will be bad for both of us. Now listen to me carefully. According to the documents, you are from Canterlot. Your parents have been missing since last week during their expedition to Dragonlands. Now they are officially dead. You are an orphan filly and do not have any relatives. Your mother's name is Winter Glider. Your father's name is Fleur Comet. If anypony ask you about anything you don't know you will say that you went into a coma and lost some memories because of shock. I guess the last part won't be that hard for you. Now you are here, in Ponyville. Under my protection. Repeat what I said."
"I am an orphan f-filly," you stutter on the last word. You still don't completely comprehend which situation you are in. All of a sudden you lost your body, your home and you are now stuck in this dark place filled with bright-colored horny ponies. What's more awful, you are a pony yourself. Female and a little one.
"My mother," you continue, "was Winter Glider and my father was Fleur Comet. They died in Dragonlands. And I am from... Canterlot?"
"Right. Make yourself at home. It's a big castle. Spike will show it to you."
"Spike!" she shouts out, and then says to you, "I need to go outside to arrange some business. We'll speak about the other matters later, when I return. Have fun." With that, she levitates her saddlebags on her back and heads towards the exit, as the baby dragon with an apron approaches you, a kind smile on his face. "I guess you need a guide?"
You walk through the castle, following Spike. You pass by the bathroom, that seems to not differ from a human one. After that, you peep into the library; you haven't seen so many books in any library before. Though it's not like you've been to many libraries, but still...
Then Spike shows you something like the throne room where Twilight and her friends "get quests to save Equestria", as Spike put it.
You notice that there are actually many spare rooms, like really many. And that Twilight's decision about you sleeping with her is just her whim.
After finishing the journey, you've ended up in Spike's room.
"Want to play some games?" Spike says.
"What do you have?"
"How about Ogres and Oubliettes? I'm sure you would like it."
"Whatever. Just something to kill the evening."
After Spike explained the rules, you get started to play.
"Can I ask you something?" you say, throwing the dice.
"Yeh, of course."
"What do you think of Twilight?"
"Hm," Spike ponders a few seconds, "She's kind and clever and diligent and"
"Did she touch you?" You interrupt him.
"Not really, Twilight is not interested in dragons. Just like any other pony in this town," He exhales despairingly, then he adds, "sometimes I wish I were a filly."
"You don't know what you are talking about. I almost got raped today. And now Twilight, I don't think it's going to be just friendly hugs tonight."
"Maybe I don't know, but what I know is that Twilight's spent time with you today more than she's spent with me the last week. She usually just gives me commands. Spike do this or Spike do that. The rest of the time she's just reading."
You feel a sudden tender pity for Spike. After all, he's just a kid, neglected by parents, if he ever had ones. With hindsight, involving Spike in such matters as abusive sex was a bad idea.
The rest of the time, you and Spike just play the game, occasionally speaking about mundane things. You haven't noticed that night fell until a female voice interrupts your idyll.
"I'm so tired, Spike. Dealing with politics on your own is a sheer nightmare. Did Starlight send a letter saying when she's going to return from The Crystal Empire?" Twilight slurs the words out.
"All she wrote is that she had something unexpected," Spike says.
"I bet on that that something unexpected is the dick of her so-called friend Sunburst." Twilight sighs and then continues, "Anon, Spike, it's time to go to bed."
"But Twilight, we haven't finished yet!" Spike argues back.
"No buts, go to bed."
Spike moans, shambling to his bed and plunging his body into the mattress. "Good night, all," he mumbles through the pillow.
You sit motionless on the floor, as you feel sweat damp your fur, causing it to cling to your body. Your heart is striking hard and your mind is in a haze, refusing to think of what awaits you.
"Anon, I'm waiting for you," Twilight says.
"Yes," you reply blankly, lifting yourself up from the floor.
As you and Twilight walk down the corridor, Twilight put her wing over your body and pull you tightly to her neck, the top of your head barely being able to reach it.
"Is it me or are you trembling? Do you think that I am scary? Are you frightened of me now?"
"No, It's not that..." you say, trying to not offend Twilight.
"This is the last time you are lying to me. For the next lie, I will have to punish you." Twilight says with a smirk.
You swallow hard.
"You don't have to fear me. I'm not going to hurt you," after a second pause, she adds "unless you disobey me."
You enter Twilight's room. The heaps of books remain to be strewn around. Twilight makes her way to the one of the tables, as you stay motionlessly at the door's threshold.
"You don't need to wait for me," Twilight says, "You can lie down on the bed and have fun with yourself. I will be finished in a few minutes and join you after that."
"Fun is good," you giggle nervously. "But can we just sleep? I mean we're in no hurry, right?"
"I'm afraid you're wrong, Anon. I'm dying of thirst and the only thing in this castle that can quench it is the nectar from your filly pussy. And either I drink it while you are lying on the bed free or I chain you up to the bed with my magic and squeeze all juices from you until there's not a drop left. The choice is yours."
You move reluctantly toward the bed and place your butt on it.
"As you know," Twilight continues to speak, mixing vials with liquids above the table, "little fillies is my petty vice. But there are so few free fillies in Equestria. Equestria is a prosperous kingdom and almost every foal has her own family. Sometimes accidents happen, and a foal loses her parents. And if she hasn't a relative who is willing to adopt her, she is to be sent to the Celestia orphanage."
Twilight snorts, putting the vials down on the table and heading to the bed. She climbs onto it and slips close to you.
"Celestia... She's so greedy, so gluttonous. She never shares any foal with me. Even though I am her best student and her protege. But you... You will be mine. I will not let her or anypony else take you away from me."
Twilight raises herself and leans over you lying supine on the bed. She inclines to your head, eyes sparkling with lust.
The aura of carnal desire emanating from Twilight makes your mind reload itself, launching a tangle of racing thoughts.
How did I end up here? Why am I lying in bed with a pony? Will I ever be able to return home? Should I defend my man's nature or should I succumb to my new being? Should I fight back against Twi…
You're unable to complete the thought. Twilight's mouth merges with yours into one whole, slamming shut the door of your rationality. All you can perceive is Twilight's delicate lips hugging you tightly. Her tongue curves over inside your mouth, catching your tongue and caressing along it.
Hazed by the feverish sensations, you have troubles with breathing through numerous kisses Twilight puts down on you. You press against the bed trying to slide back to make a room for breathing, as Twilight clutches your hooves and tacks them down to the bed.
"Nose, use it for breathing," Twilight says into your mouth, not pulling away from you even by an inch.
Lying in Twilight's hooves, you think about how a pony can be so feminine. Her soft lips, her lavender scent, her sweet voice, her beautiful eyes. You haven't noticed it before, but now when Twilight's face right before yours, you can see her deep violet eyes, drilling you with desire.
You give up the last remains of your sanity and reciprocate the kisses, pushing your tongue into Twilight's mouth, trying to get twisted with her even more.
At this point, something strange starts happening in your haunches, you have troubles to find the right words to describe this feeling.
"Twilight," you mutter, feeling your head become heavy, "My body is burning, my nether part is..." you pause to find the correct word. "It's quivering." You let out a stifled moan.
"You are winking, Anon," Twilight states.
"I am what?"
"When a mare is ready to bree..." Twilight stops, amending herself, "when she is feeling very good, her body increases its temperature and she is contracting her muscles, exposing her clitoris. Have you never touched your nether region?"
Of course, you touched yourself there back at home and you masturbated countless times. But at that time you had a penis. And hands. And those sensations were completely different from overwhelming heat spreading across your body right now.
"I don't know," you say in confusion, panting hard.
"You are such a hopeless little filly. Now, I have no choice but to quench your burning snatch," Twilight says, finally separating from your muzzle and sliding down toward your haunches.
"Look at this, you've made a mess on the new-washed sheets," Twilight chastises you, sniffing your filly scent.
"I can't control it." You squirt the droplets of your juices out into Twilight's unprepared mouth. It was enough to provoke Twilight into plunging her muzzle into your slit. Craving for more luscious nectar, Twilight hastily bores her way through your tunnel, dipping the tongue deeper and deeper into you.
Not being used to foreign objects inside of you, you instinctively clutch Twilight's head with both hindlegs, causing her to dig even more into you. Despite the cool saliva Twilight bring in with her, your inner muscles is only getting hotter, fiercely squeezing Twilight's tongue.
Having accumulated sufficient amount of your juices, Twilight withdraws from your cavern, taking huge gulps and indulging herself in the viscous flavor.
"You squirt a lot for a filly your age," Twilight says, wiping her drenched muzzle with a hoof. "I have to admit, I underestimated you. From now on, I will treat you the way your perverted little hole deserves that". Twilight raises up her hoof.
"W-what do you mean?" you say, breathing heavily.
"Oh, you will see," Twilight says, lowering the hoof on the top of your main entrance. As she rubs it, you can feel the nub swelling inside of you, eliciting the waves of pleasure throughout your body, making your mind go crazy. Twilight speeds up the pace, turning the rubbing into the hard stroking. Your pelvis starts doing on its own, lifting itself rapidly up and down, helping Twilight to reach her goal.
"Anon, what the obscenity. Do you want my hoof inside of you so badly?" Twilight says, snapping you out of your ecstasy.
"What? No, it's not," you say, panting. "I can't... you c-can't," you stammer, looking over the moist hoof Twilight caresses you with.
"I'm inclined to believe your bottom mouth. In contrast to pony mind that often keeps lies, it always says true."
"Please, Twilight, no. You'll tear me apart," you plead.
"Not with this stuff," Twilight says, levitating a tube with the sun symbol on it from out of the closet behind the bed and abundantly lubricating her right hoof with pink grease. "With this, I was able to take Celestia's marecock almost entirely in my ass when I was in your age. And that thing is much thicker than any of hooves, believe me."
You close your eyes tight, as Twilight spreads apart your filly lips with the hoof. It's extremely cold because of the lubricant, that causes a shiver to run down your spine.
Fear and anticipation fight each other over your mind, as Twilight moves forward your tunnel.
The another Twilight's hoof finds its way in her own snatch, sinking inside her without any preparations. Moving the hooves back and forth, she brings out moans of pleasure from both of you alternately.
"It's enough," you groan out in half pleasure and pain. "It can't fit further!"
"But your walls have grasped me tight, I can't go out until you release yourself." Twilight smiles, making a push forward.
A sharp pain reaches your mind, making tears run from your eyes, as you give out a shrill cry. A thin red rivulet starts to trickle down your groin.
"Shh, shh. It's just the torn hymen. The pain will go away soon," Twilight reassures you with a kind voice, "You really were a virgin. I'm glad that I'm your first." She smiles at you.
After a minute of lying on your back motionlessly and breathing hard with Twilight's hoof inside of you and after your pain subsided, Twilight proceeds to move in your crotch, not stopping for a second from battering her own pussy.
You feel as your heat returns with even more intense, your muscles tightening, squeezing Twilight's hoof, not wanting to let her go out. The sensation of fullness, the fire burning in your loins, the Twilight's hoof ravaging you. All that makes you go crazy, causing you to cry out in blissful ecstasy.
"Anon, I'm getting close," Twilight heaves, "let's cum together." She speeds up the thrusts inside of both you and herself.
You feel that something delightful is going to happen. The fire inside of you releases itself, eliciting waves of eternal pleasure. Wave after wave goes throughout your body, causing it to quake uncontrollably and gushing out the juices of love that were held inside of it.
As you squirt out your cum, Twilight keeps up with you, squirting her own juices alongside her hoof. Your aroma intertwines with Twilight's, permeating the room with a delicious cocktail of pony lust.
Fully exhausted, you are dropping off to sleep, as Twilight kisses your filly lips, then leans over your head, kissing your mouth. You can taste your own scent on her lips.
"Good night, my little pony". It's the last words you hear before falling completely asleep.

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                Day 2. A filly must behave                 
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Day 2. A filly must behave
You wake up with your body placed on the velvety bed and your head resting on the soft pillow. Feeling groggy and not wanting to get up, you duck your head more deeply into the pillow, rubbing your muzzle over its silky texture. As you're doing so, a sudden quiet laugh comes behind you. You lift your head up and see no pillow before your eyes. Instead, there is a purple fuzzy belly lying under you. Looking back, you see your groin resting on Twilight's muzzle and your body encircled by her forelegs. Snoring lightly, Twilight hugs you just like a baby would hug her most beloved doll.
Not wanting to wake Twilight, you wriggle carefully out of her embrace and slide off the bed. As you wade your way through the heaps of books, you feel the pain coming from your haunches. Last night's memories hit you at once, bringing up all filthy things Twilight did to you to the surface of your mind.
I hope that nobody ever finds out about that. Especially the part about me almost enjoying it. No, how can a sane man actually enjoy it? It's linked to the hormones of this body. Yeah, something connected with puberty for sure. You let out a nervous giggle, rubbing your sore crotch.
You head toward the kitchen, wanting for a glass of water. As you enter it, you see the familiar dragon hustle over the stove, cooking breakfast.
"Good morning!" Spike cries out to you, breaking an egg and putting it in the frying pan. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"
"Yeah... I passed out pretty quick. Twilight knows how to put somebody to sleep..."
"It's true. When we lived in Canterlot, she always read me a fairy tale if I couldn't sleep. By the time she had finished it, I was asleep already. What did she read to you?"
"Mm," you giggle nervously, "Snow White?" You blurt out the first fairy tale that came to your mind.
Spike stares at you curiously. "I've never heard of this one. Maybe one day I'll ask Twilight to read it to me."
"No! I mean, you know, it's about filly stuff. Romance, colts, clothes... You wouldn't like it."
Spike winces in disgust. "Thanks for the heads up."
You come up to the cupboard to get a mug in which you can pour some water. Looking over it, you can't find any cup with handle that you can bear in your mouth. There are only crystal glass tumblers placed on the bottom shelf, crystal plates on the second shelf and some other glassware above it that you can't see due to your height.
"Spike, could you get me some water? I don't think I can handle a tumbler without breaking it into pieces," you say, sighing because of your disability.
"Yeah, of course." Spike runs to the cupboard with the kettle in his hand. "Maybe it's not my business, but what's wrong with your hooves? Why can't you manage them?"
"I don't think there is something wrong. It's just... I don't know how to use them properly."
"Oh," Spike says with sadness in his voices. "It happens sometimes when a pony suffers a bad accident. I'm sorry that I laughed at you when Twilight spoonfed you yesterday. I really didn't know."
"Skip it. Just don't remind me about that anymore."
"Why don't you ask Twilight to teach you to use your hooves with the basics? She will be glad to help you."
"I have no doubt," you pause. "But maybe I really should. I think I got stuck here for a long time."
"Stuck here? What do you mean?" Spike says confusedly.
Contradictory thoughts run through your mind. Twilight made it clear that she didn't want you to say anything about the world you are from. But what about Spike? Can he help you? He is a decent guy and it seems he can take care of someone who's in trouble. But can you trust him? It seems that he respects and admires Twilight. No, in fact, he actually praises her like a familiar would praise his master wizard. There should be some kind of bonds between them.
"It's nothing," you say stoically, "I just meant that I'm glad I live now with you and Twilight."
"And what are you talking about?" Twilight breaks in, letting out a yawn and tottering into the kitchen.
"Just discussing how lucky we are to have you to live with us," Spike says, smiling.
"Oh, so sweet. Spike, would you please bring me 'The Culture of Saddle Arabia. Volume 3' from the library. I want some morning reading."
"In a jiffy!" Spike says, running out of the kitchen.
As he disappeared, Twilight comes up to you, speaking softly. "Why do you make me suffer? Is this how you repay my hospitality?"
Your forehead creased with confusion. "I don't understand. I didn't do anything wrong," you try to excuse yourself.
"You take away something that belongs to me when I was asleep. Something without what I can't sleep peacefully. Something that soothing my mind when bad dreams come."
"I really didn't touch anything. I just left the room and..." you trail off, remembering the scene in which your crotch lay on the Twilight's muzzle. "Oh, you mean that thing?" You try to feign a smile.
"I know it's a difficult time for you now. But don't disappoint me anymore. Please be more sensible next time." Twilight lifts up her hoof and ruffles your mane. "Can I depend on you?" She says, smiling.
"Yes," you mumble under your breath.
"I will count on you then," Twilight says, heading toward the cupboard. "Would you like some milk with cornflakes while Spike's making breakfast?"
You sit at the table and swallow flakes that Twilight put in your mouth with the magically levitating spoon, as Spike returns with the book in his claws.
"Here's your book," he says, handing it to Twilight.
"Thank you, Spike," Twilight says, starting to read immediately, not stopping feeding you.
"Did you guys know that sultan of Saddle Arabia has a hundred mares in his harem? Poor things, it must be awful for them to be sex toys for that beast. I would smash his balls with my own hooves if I were in their shoes."
You instinctively cover your groin with your hooves at these words, though there is nothing to defend at the moment.
"No offense, Spike, but a stallion can neither rule the country nor satisfy a mare."
"Dragonlands were ruled by a male dragon," Spike counters.
"Exactly. That is why dragons are so barbaric. You - who were raised by a mare - have more intellect than all of them combined. Though, I must agree that with coming to power Ember, their land became more peaceful. Which only confirms what I said."
Spike lets out a little puff of air.
"You know how I love my brother, but without Cadance The Crystal Empire would have fallen apart a long time ago."
As you listen to Twilight's lecture, it becomes clear that Equestria is a strongly matriarchal society. For the first time since you wound up here, the thought of losing a set of your male organs seems not that bad. With them, you would have been treated with less hospitality. Maybe Twilight wouldn't have even spoken to you. Or she would have just chained you to a pole and used you when she needed it.
By the time Twilight finished her preaching about mares being superior to stallions, Spike made breakfast and set the table. Food is the only thing that's capable of dispelling the gloomy atmosphere here.
Having finished the meal, Twilight leaves the table and strolls to the door. "I'm meeting with my friend today and you'll go with me," she says to you, "but first, we have to clean you up. Rarity won't let us in if she sees you like this." Twilight looks over your disheveled mane. "You have twenty minutes to take a bath."
After Twilight leaves the kitchen, you get out of the chair and head to the bathroom.
Normally, you would spend time to take off your underwear, but now you are getting used to the fact that ponies don't usually wear clothes. So without further ado, you take a plunge into the bathtub.
You lie back, letting the warm water envelop your body and soothe away the strain in your muscles. As you rub a sponge over your belly, you don't hear Twilight come in over the sound of the water running from the tap.
"Do you need a hoof?" she says, coming up to the bathtub.
"I can do it by myself," you reply with irritation.
"So, you're saying that you can wash your back by yourself too? What should I do to you if I find dirt on it after you're done?"
No matter what intentions Twilight came with, she's right about one thing, there's no way you can clean the back part of your body.
"I'll take your silence as a yes, then," Twilight says, stepping into the bathtub.
You sit down on your butt and Twilight starts scrubbing you. With gentle movements, she runs the sponge over your back, starting with your withers and ending above your dock. As it turns out, the place just above a dock is a very sensitive spot. Each touch fills your body with pleasurable calmness, as Twilight proceeds her actions.
Then she brings her hooves up to your head and begins to knead your mane with repetitive movements. You relax more under Twilight's caress. After that, she puts your tail in her hooves and polishes it until it becomes shine with cleanness.
"Stand up and lift your tail," Twilight says abruptly.
"What?" You respond, getting back to reality.
"Stand up and lift your tail," she repeats.
"Twilight, I don't think it's the time for those things. I'm still a little backed up from yesterday."
"Is sex the only thing you can think of? I hope I don't have to remind you about female hygiene and the importance of keeping your filly parts clean. Now don't make me wait."
You reluctantly stand on all four hooves, lifting up your tail and exposing your ass and vagina to Twilight.
With the sponge in her hoof, Twilight traces figure-of-eight lines over your rear, trailing along the rim of your puffy ass and down your folds. The grainy surface of the sponge touches your tender parts, bringing out contradictory feelings and making your tail twitch in response. Not wishing to show these sensations to Twilight, you strain your whole body, anchoring your tail in position.
Something resembling a quiet chuckle reaches out behind you as Twilight presses a bit stronger on your clitoris, making you have to clench your teeth tight to stifle the moan that is about to burst from you.
"Why are you so tense? Don't tell me that your perverted pussy has been turned on by just being washed. You are beginning to worry me."
"I'm fine. It's just ticklish," you say through your teeth.
"It's good because we have a lot of places to be cleaned and I don't want you to mess yourself up after we're finished."
The violet aura envelops something in the corner of the bath, moving an elongated object before your eyes and further to your rear. From the glimpse you had time to catch, it consists of two parts: a wooden handle and a long cotton head that is about a half of an inch in diameter.
"What is..." your attempt to ask fails, as the object poke your rear, spreading the ring of your pony anus. Startled, you rush forward and almost crash into the adjacent wall, placing the forelegs before yourself at the last second. Leaning against the wall, you feel the brush rotating inside of you under the action of Twilight's magic.
"Take this out!" you cry through your teeth, as the brush moves forward your anal canal. The brush's bristles roughly tickle your insides, making you fidget your hindlegs, that only makes the whole situation worse.
"Don't move," Twilight says as she clutches your hindlegs. "You don't want to damage your precious ass, do you?"
"Why would you have to stick it into me anyway?" you say, gaining back the composure and stopping the movements.
"Because keeping your clean is my duty as your guardian. I don't want anypony to avert their eyes if they saw your messy butt. What would they think of me if I won't be able to keep it clean?"
That you are a perverted horse that abuses her adopted child? you think to yourself, afraid to say it out loud.
"Besides," Twilight continues, "It is better if an experienced mare works your little hole out than filthy colts you'll pick up on a street."
"But I'm not going to have anal sex with any of colts!" you protest.
"Better you are because if you prefer your another orifice, forget about it. I forbid you any vaginal contact. I'm not going to judge you if you decide to have fun on the side. But don't you dare get knocked up."
"Knocked up? What? Twilight, you don't understand. I'm not going to have any sex with colts."
"So, do you prefer only mares?"
"No... I mean..." you trail off.
You think thoroughly of an answer to Twilight's question. Since you are a filly, it would be normal to give attention to colts. It's just in the nature of things. No, fucking no! You throw out the thought. I won't let this body take over me. I'm a male, a predator. If my destiny is to be a filly, I will do it my own way.
"Mares sounds better..." you say to Twilight as you feel the brush rotating in your ass. Anyway, it's not that bad compared to what would have happened without Twilight's protection.
You proceed thinking of filly problems as Twilight abruptly pulls the brush out of you with a loud pop, causing your both ass and mouth gasp at the vibrating sensations.
"This hole is finished," she says, "but there's still one left." She looks over your vagina.
"You are especially dirty here. It needs thorough care. Did you mess yourself while I was cleaning your ass?"
"No. It's ridiculous!" You protest.
"Hm," Twilight ponders. "Do you think I did a wrong assumption? We need to perform an experiment."
She shoves the brush back in your ass that didn't have time to tighten from the previous assault. Your eyes pop out but your snatch takes it more acceptedly, squirting out a thin stream of filly precum.
"No, I was right the first time," Twilight says with content. "You actually enjoy it."
While you hold back tears of both delight and humiliation, Twilight brings a shower to your rear and the water jets began to fall on your labia, attacking them with many thin pricks.
Not again, you think to yourself, as your clitoris starts exposing itself out from its shelter. Each droplet that settles on the surface of your bud sends incredibly pleasurable signals to your mind, causing your butt to lift itself up so that it could get the proper care.
Your actions to draw attention have not gone unheeded and by the moment you realize what you've been doing, Twilight stares at your rear with hungry eyes, a trail of saliva moving down from the corner of her mouth.
"W-why do you look at me like that," you mumble, completely lowering your ass down in a second.
"No-o," Twilight stretches the word out slowly, as she places you back to the upper position. "It doesn't work that way. A pony should take responsibility... for her actions. I'll teach you to tease me."
"I didn't mean to do that. It just popped out."
"No more excuses," Twilight says grimly, "I'll ravage your pussy until you can't walk properly."
A lump forms in your throat and clammy sweat damped your fur. "Please no?"
"Denied," Twilight says, stepping out of the bath. After drying her mane off, her horn glows brightly with a purple aura, lifting your whole body up from the surface.
"Put me down, I can walk," you protest.
"Well, we'll see about that," she says, a wide smirk crossing her face.
With that, she leaves the bathroom with you gliding in midair after her. After Twilight enters the bedroom, she jumps on the bed, not letting you down. As she makes herself comfortable on the bed, a huge two-sided dildo appears out of the closet and slips down Twilight's pussy without any delay. She lets out a loud moan as the crystal phallus dips further into her.
Hanging in the air, you observe as Twilight makes the toy move up and down her vagina. Each time she releases a moan of pleasure, her magic grip destabilizes, causing you to shake in midair.
"Would you just put me down before you throw me on the floor?"
"Of course," Twilight pants, levitating you closer to her and lifting her hips up on the cushion, making the dildo in her crotch perpendicular to the bed. After another moan, she places you on the outer tip of the two-sided phallus, spreading your filly lips apart to a shock of yours.
"Not on this thing! Put me down on the ground!" you cries, as the dildo dips into you. Or more precisely, you sink in it since Twilight manipulates your body as a fuck-glove. She lifts you up and down along dildo's shaft, making it pushing inside of her own pussy. After an especially strong thrust, she lets out a loud groan, completely losing her concentration and letting you off her magic grip. Suddenly, without a force that has kept you in midair, you crash down on the base of the shaft, the end of it bumping your uterus itself. A shriek of pain comes out from you. At the moment, it seems that the rod will pierce you through, the most horrible thoughts wandering about in your mind. But, to your relief, it doesn't move any further since you fall on Twilight's crotch, your filly lips kissing Twilight's in one heavy squelch.
"You almost killed me!" You cry out, your eyes damned with beads of tears.
"You're overreacting," Twilight says, panting, "nopony ever died from a good fuck. You just have to get used to it. Look, I'll show you."
Twilight lifts you up until merely the tip of the dildo remains in your hole, then loosens her grip and you slid down on the pole abundantly smeared with your juices this time. Your and Twilight's mounds crash into each other, creating a double intertwined stream of viscous fluids. In doing so, Twilight don't forget about your nub that already emerged from its shelter, winking and demanding attention. Her magic touch caresses it harshly, pulling up and swirling around. You can feel a double stimulation both inside and outside your crotch. You begin to lose control over your body as your filly juices flood onto the bed in perpetual streams. Your vision goes blurry and all you can think about is approaching climax; the orgasm that you can only experience being in a body of this little pony. You and Twilight cum simultaneously. Your double stream of juices saturates the sheets of Twilight's bed and permeates the room with pony scent. You merely have strength to let out a series of high-pitched moans. And though you have squirted a whole pool of filly cum under yourself, your body is still trembling even after Twilight stops thrusting the dildo inside of you and lie peacefully on her back.
"It seems I have to send Spike to Rarity to say that there's a delay," Twilight says, panting. Yet she managed to cry out for Spike as if nothing has happened.
After a moment, the purple dragon appears in the room as if waiting at the door the whole time ready to come in any second. He awkwardly covers his eyes with his hand, concealing the view of a mare and a filly skewered on the one huge dildo, soaking in their own filthy juices. His other hand is suspiciously placed on his groin if you know anything about dragon's anatomy, a white liquid seeping through his claws.
"Y-yes, Twilight?" Spike stammers, staring pitifully at the floor.
"Tell Rarity that I am running late," Twilight says.
***
It took nearly an hour to regain consciousness. Stretching out, you slide off the slippery bed, your every move echoing in your haunches. Turning around, you see Twilight who is lounging comfortably in the chair. It seems while all the time you've been wallowing in sex fluids, twitching with post-orgasm, Twilight has been reading one of her countless books.
"You finally wake up," she says, not breaking away from reading.
"I wasn't sleeping, I was just..."
"Relishing in the pleasure I bestowed upon you?" Twilight says, a wide smirk across her face.
"Aghhh, let's just change these sheets before it completely saturated them."
"Don't worry, Spike will change them."
Spike? The scene with the dragon leaking something white appears in your mind. Did he actually jerk off to you and Twilight having lesbian sex? Does he actually masturbate during his chores, wrapping the sheets dripping with your filly juices around his rod like some pervert from those stupid vulgar anime?
"It's gross."
"Excuse me?" Twilight says, still immersed in the book.
"Nothing bothers you about a young lad having to change your dirty clothes?"
"Nope," Twilight says briefly, "besides, I don't have any other assistance. As for his little affairs, he is going through puberty. Let's not judge him, you're a filly yourself, you should understand him."
Your cheeks suddenly went bright red. "I have nothing against masturbation. But why does he have to masturbate to me? Do you have Playboy or something around here?"
"Playwhat? Listen, just get over it or next time when I fuck your cunt, I will command Spike to plug up your mouth with his cock so that you won't be able to spit out this nonsense. Now go to the bath and clean yourself up, and try to not make a mess this time."
You want to object but stop yourself before saying any word. Who knows that Twilight actually isn't going to do it if you accidentally enrage her?
***
After taking a bath, you arrive at the entrance hall, Twilight already waiting for you.
"Hurry up, Anon, we are going out into the street now," Twilight says, packing the book she's been reading into the saddlebags.
"Can I put on some clothes first?" you say. A thought of passerby ponies staring hungrily at your exposed filly parts makes you shiver.
"Why do you ask? You look great without them," Twilight says nonchalantly.
"I don't mind how I look. I mean... My nether parts...."
"What's wrong with them? Are you leaking again?" Twilight gives you a suspicious look.
"No! I mean, shouldn't I cover them up? There are stallions there and they can rape..." you mumble under your breath.
"Just relax, you will be fine."
"But!"
"No more buts. Jeez, Anon, you are such a nerd. Just go out into the street. I will be with you."
As you walk down the street, it seems that nopony actually interested in your private parts. You relax and let your tail go off your thighs where it was tucked tightly, protecting you from any sights. A little spark of hope lights up inside you that maybe this place is not that terrible as it wants to be seen. Or it's just such a mundane thing for them to walk around naked that no one actually cares about it. Who fucking knows what's in the mind of these pastel horses?
***
As you and Twilight come into the boutique, a unicorn with glasses steps towards you, a tired expression on her face. You look over the white mare and can see that she has a perfectly groomed coat and mane. Her movements are quite graceful and elegant judged by what you have seen here. Plus, she has her business and she's friends with the local princess. She is probably some kind of big shot here.
"Hi, Rarity," Twilight says.
"Glad to see you, Twilight. Who is this young lady you bring in?"
"It's Anon." Twilight looks at you. "Say hello to Miss Rarity."
"Hello, Miss Rarity," you says as politely as you can, not looking for extra trouble.
Rarity's mood improves drastically just after the words reach her ears.
"You have a lovely voice, darling. Can you take a walk over here?" Rarity says to you.
You stare at her confusedly, not knowing what the mare wants from you.
"Just go ahead," Twilight says, pushing your rear.
You stroll along the room, limping slightly from what has happened with your rear before, as the two mares survey your each step.
"Twilight, why did you hide this emerald from me? Look at her gait and her muzzle. She is so cute. And I just was looking for an earth pony for my new filly's clothing line. I already have Sweetie to represent unicorns, and I was about to ask Apple Bloom..."
Rarity pauses, as her face winces at the last words.
"I guess Apple Bloom didn't have enough manners," Twilight says, smiling.
"She made a burp while she was going down the runway!" Rarity's eyes blink rapidly as if she's going to let out a tear. "And this is only half of the story." She sighs deeply.
"I'm sure that Anon would love to help." Twilight inclines her head to you. "You did want to wear clothes, right? This is your chance."
"Yes, but I did not want to be a model!" you object.
As you argue with Twilight, Rarity falls at your hooves, staring at you with the moist eyes. "Please, please, please, pleeeeeeease," she begs you.
Taken aback by such a situation, you almost lose your poise.
Rarity grabs your forelegs tightly, as Twilight scathingly stares at you.
"Fine," you give up under pressure of the both mares.
"Wonderful." Rarity stands up as if nothing happened.
"I'm happy that you've gotten along but we have to deal with my problem first. Have you finished the dress I asked for?" Twilight says.
"For the royal banquet? It took me days to finish but it's worth it. Let me show you one of my the greatest creations," Rarity says, levitating a dress from a mannequin staying in the far corner of the room. "Try it on." Rarity holds the dress to Twilight.
After Twilight put it on, a splendid scene appears before your eyes; this white mare actually knows how to make a pony look pretty. The long dark clothes fit Twilight's figure perfectly as if night sky itself came down to veil Twilight in its embrace, the gems along the dress glowing brightly like stars.
"It's beautiful!" Twilight exclaims with delight, "I don't know how to thank you, Rarity."
"You shouldn't. It's my duty as your friend to help you. Besides, you already did me a favor, right?" Rarity says, taking a glance at you. "Can you lend me your filly till this evening? I have to do some preparations before the show."
"Of course, just return her to my castle when you're finished. She isn't quite settled in here." Twilight turns to you, staring in your eyes. "Listen to Miss Rarity and try to not embarrass me." With that, she quit the boutique, leaving you alone with the fashionista.
"Well, let's get it started," Rarity says, levitating a dress and holding it to your back.
"No," she says thoughtfully, "white doesn't match your fur." She throws it away and takes out another dress. "Hm, yellow is better but it's too frilly."
"Are these dresses too? That's not what I signed up for. I will not wear clothes for little girls or fillies or whatever the word you use to describe it. Give me some pants and shirt."
"But you are a little filly. Plus, you are in Carousel Boutique, not in some country fair. You won't find anything of what you mentioned here."
"Well, I am outta here then," you say, turning to exit.
"You can't leave me now. Twilight said to carry you to the castle. And I'm not going to do it until we are done. What would she do to you if she found you unattended?"
"I don't know."
"But I do. Knowing Twilight's preciseness I'm sure it's not going to be something pleasant."
"Is that a threat?"
"Just friendly advice." Rarity winks at you. "So, what do you think of this one?" She levitates a red dress and put it on you, turning you to the mirror.
You spin around, looking in the mirror. The bodice of the dress fits tightly on your waist and the skirt sticks out from your hips.
"What is this?" you say confusedly. "It doesn't cover anything!"
"Of course it doesn't, darling. This dress is created to show off the figure, not to hide it."
"It'll just make things worse. Instead of being hidden from stallions, everyone would stare at me."
"I hope so," Rarity says. "It would mean my product is successful."
"You can't make me pose in this. It's embarrassing!"
"Oh, darling. You have a lot to learn about being a mare. Twilight did turn you against stallion's attention, didn't she? I don't mean to be rude but she spends too much time with mares. Maybe it's because she was raised by Princess Celestia who has unshakable authority over her. Or maybe because of an unhappy affair in her foalhood. She never told about it. But don't let her restrict you by using only half of pleasure."
Rarity closes her eyes and indulges herself in imagination, speaking up. "When his deep voice calls for you. When his muscular forelegs sensually embrace you. When his throbbing lance pierces your dripping peach. When his..."
"It's enough," you interrupt her. "I got it. And I'm not going to change my mind. It's gross. And no. Just no. I didn't lose my mind yet."
"I hope you wise up and do not live the rest of your life locked up in the castle like Twilight."
I hope so too, you think to yourself.
"Sis, I'm out of chalks!" The girly voice suddenly comes out from the stairs. A white filly unicorn comes down, holding in her mouth a sheet of paper.
"Sis, check it out. I've drawn a picture of me and Apple Bloom posing in your dresses." She places the paper on her hoof and stretches out. You can see the two obscure figures in short dresses, resembling ponies who are standing next to each other with their butts sticking out toward the crowd.
Then she turns to you, a confused expression on her face. "Who is this filly and why does she wear Apple Bloom's dress?" The filly says demandingly.
"Sweetie, dear. You see..." Rarity takes a pause. "You should understand that not everypony is suited for being a model. If a pony was born on a farm... Well, there are other good places for her where she can show off her special talents." Rarity struggles to feign a smile.
"But you promised me! You promised that I and Apple Bloom would perform together! She was so thrilled when she heard it. You can't just take it back."
"Sweetie, this is not my whim. It's business. If I fail once it will be a black spot on the reputation for the rest of my life."
"But this filly is not even pretty. A green fur and black mane? It's ugly!"
"Hey, pipe down!" you say without thinking.
Rarity looks at Sweetie with indignation, stamping her hooves.
"Sweetie Belle, where are your manners?" She chastises the filly. "Apologise to Anon, now."
After a few seconds of shifting her hooves, Sweetie speaks. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to offend you. It's not your fault that my sister doesn’t keep promises." Sweetie sticks her tongue out and then runs away to the second floor.
"We'll talk about your behavior later!" Rarity shouts after her fleeing sister. Then she looks at you. "You'll get along, give her some time," she says, levitating out a tape-measure. "Come to me, I have to take some measurements."
***
It is a night when you return to the castle. Spike is already asleep so you snack on what you could find in the kitchen: a stack of hay with a glass of water. It sounds crazy but as it turns out, hay is a delicious thing here. You swallow down the whole stack and move to your room, or more precisely to Twilight's room.
"How was the meeting with Rarity?" Twilight says, sitting in the chair and reading a book, this time a red one.
"Fine, at least I didn't get raped. But I'm tired as hell after all those modelings. Can I just go to sleep now?"
"Sure, just after you lick my cunt up," Twilight says in the most ordinary tone. She spread her legs, a stream of gooey liquids dripping down from her crotch.
Why is this mare so horny? She did get off this afternoon and yet she is leaking out as if she hasn't had any contact for at least a month. In fact, it's possible to dialog with her as long as it doesn't come to sex. In this case, any attempts to argue will just make things worse.
"Are you going to eat it or should I use my magic to bring you here?" Twilight says with a bit of irritation in her voice.
Reluctantly, you come up to Twilight and put your forelegs on the chair between her stretched hindlegs, lowering your muzzle toward her groin. A strong musk of mare strikes your nostrils as you reach your destination. Though at the moment you have the same set of bits down there, you haven't had a chance to look at pony pussy this close. Succulent plump lips, slick and moist in own juices, spasm and contract each time you take a rapid breath in, winking at you and beckoning to get closer. A partition connects a perfectly round butthole - no less soft than its neighbor - that protrudes like a glazed donut on the confectionery shelf. No wonder Twilight goes crazy each time she looks at your rear. It seems like those things were created to be sucked on. A grim thought of how desperate your situation is sinks in your mind. Being trapped in a foreign body is one thing, but being a walking magnet for various kinds of perverts is not what a man would dream of. Right?
"No," Twilight says, "you're doing it wrong. You were supposed to suck it, not gawk stupidly like an idiot."
She grabs your head with both hooves and shoves your muzzle down inside her crotch.
"Next time you will be quicker on my tasks," She says, drowning you in a salty sea of mare juices.
Viscous liquids soak through your fur as Twilight moves your head along her cunt, pushing your little muzzle deep inside her wide-stretched tunnel, your forehead resting on a soft cushion of the two taut breasts. A whole new world springs into existence in your mind, raising your senses of taste and smell to an entirely new level. Instinctively, you scratch the tip of your tongue against the walls of Twilight's honeypot, vigorously gathering tart nectar into your mouth like an adventurer who suddenly found a priceless treasure.
But the more you lap up, the more forceful squirts become, flooding your trachea with the mare's secretions. You want to lift your head up to take a break but Twilight holds your head firmly between her thighs.
"You're not going anywhere until you're done here," Twilight says, pushing you down.
Trapped in such a snare, you see no other choice but to drill the path to freedom with your own tongue. As you lash at Twilight's pussy, you start to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen. There is obviously not enough fresh air to breathe and Twilight's pungent juices splashing in your throat and nostrils aren't helping too much either. You struggle to raise your head, however in vain. It only strengthens the pressure with which Twilight forces you down.
"According to my calculation, you have fifty seconds before your brain begins to suffer from oxygen deficiency and you pass out," Twilight says matter-of-factly. Judging by her tone, there is no way that she is not utterly serious.
You swing your tongue rapidly like a whip, trying to get Twilight to cum. She moans quietly as you caress her and yet it's obviously not enough to make it done. That was until you found a swollen mound. A precious pearl. Your life raft. You curl your tongue around it, sucking on the nub as hard as your immature filly muscles allow it. And this works, Twilight lets out a loud groan, squirting out a jet of mare precum into your mouth. You swallow down the sour nectar without stopping flicking the firm clitoris.
Another series of licks and another spurt of pre hits your nostrils this time. You sniff it down, bitterness inside your nasopharynx. Twilight's groans increase, her pussy contracting frantically around your muzzle. It seems she's going to cum any second. A resonant groan of pleasure comes out from Twilight as she finally loses herself in a climax.
She squirts a lot, holding you firmly under herself as if making sure that every droplet of her mare juices will reach you. The gush of marecum hits both your nose and mouth with such a pressure that you have no choice but to send it straight down your stomach. Squirt after squirt flood your throat, stretching your little belly with Twilight's viscous sap. Eventually, the tide subsides and Twilight pulls your head up off her groin, your drenched muzzle dripping with her fluids. You take in rapid breaths of fresh air, choking out Twilight's marecum overflowing your insides.
"What a good filly," Twilight says, smiling, "I should buy you a present. What kind of cake do you like best?"
"Doesn't matter," you mutter, still choking on Twilight's secretions.
"Then I'll order the best strawberry cake Pinkie Pie is able to bake," Twilight says, picking up her book, "Good fillies must be rewarded."