“L-look I’m sure there’s a code phrase or something to let us out without having to complete the story.” Caramel said quickly, trying desperately not to think about that act given his current situation and company.

“Don’t think so.” Big Mac replied quietly. “Otherwise AJ wouldn’t have had to beat that bad gal in the comic…”

“W-well maybe they’ll discover us missing? Somepony else is sure to find the book.”

“Y-Yeah maybe…” Big Mac nodded, her mind and heart buzzing. She knew Caramel believed that about as much as she did. According to his sister, the time they spent in the comic book could have been hours, when mere minutes passed in the real world. Chances are, even if somepony did find the book and didn’t get sucked in like they did, it could take the equivalent of weeks in story book time. They would die of dehydration or starvation before that happened, or was that even possible? Did they even need to eat while in here? Surely the creators of the spell would think of things like that right? They weren’t in any real danger. Were they?

“Caramel?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“What exactly happens in this story? Maybe… maybe we can find a way out if we know how it ends? Maybe just skip to that part?”

“R-right! Good idea!” Caramel said perking up. With luck they could find a way around that. “It’s not a long book actually, being uh, what it is. They meet on this train, cuddle for warmth and start talking. You get a few flashbacks about their past and at some point they just start…. Yeah.”

“I-I see.” Why did that make her feel so warm? “So… we’re already cuddled together. What else?”

Despite the obvious, there was one other thing that came to her mind. Something that for some reason, caused her heart to flutter even more than just them having sex.

“Well, they fell in love. Maybe if we pretend to have become a couple the book will consider the story over?” Caramel could barely believe what he was saying. Confess his love to his best friend turned mare? The situation they were in was beyond crazy.

“Well it’s worth a shot.” Big Mac agreed, still trying to calm her rapid heartbeats. She looked into his eyes, trying to force her lips to move. Why was this making her feel so hot? It was just playing a role. A way to escape the book. To go back to what she really was. That was the important thing to do. She did want that right?

“C-Caramel I… I… want you to go first!” Inwardly she winced. Smooth Big Mac, real smooth.

“M-Me?” Caramel yelped, drawing back a bit. Lying there next to her, staring into her eyes, he just felt so nervous. What was wrong with him? They had to play these roles to get the book to release them. They couldn't just stay like this! Besides, it’s not like the words had any truth to them.

...Right?

“C-come on Mel.” Big Mac squeaked, the blushing showing up even on her red coat. “Y-You know I wasn’t good with talking. I-I’ll repeat it back I promise.”

“Fine!” Caramel closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. It was easy. Just a few words, then they might be going home. They had to take this chance. Steeling himself, he tried to speak, his words gruff and awkward.

“B-Big Mac I… I…lo-”

“Stop! Just stop!” Big Mac said with a shudder, earning a confused stare from Caramel. “It’s just… ugh hearing you call my name when I’m like this is just all sorts of weird isn’t it?”

“W-well actually yeah.” Caramel admitted. “It’s just… well you look nothing like him, er you… uh…”

“And it feels weird to admit your love to your best guy friend right?” Big Mac finished with a roll of her eyes. In truth if the positions were reversed, Mac really doubted he’d be able to confess his love to ‘Caramel’ even if he was a mare at the time.

“Maybe you should go first after all?” Caramel suggested. Big Mac still wasn’t a fan of that option, but was there another choice?

Well… if she really thought about it.

“Red Gala” She said, staring him in the eye.

“Huh?”

“M-My name. Call me Red Gala. It’s um, what my parents were going to call me if I was a filly. At least according to Granny Smith anyway.”

“R-really?” Caramel answered with a shiver. Red Gala. It actually suited her. “Okay, um nice to meet you... Gala.” Nope, still kinda awkward.

Red Gala on the other hoof, felt a strange tingle flow through her body the moment he said that.

“Okay that was odd…” Gala thought to herself. “It was like something out of place just sunk into position? What a weird thought. Applebloom would say you’re a silly big sister if you spoke that out loud.”

Wait, why did that sound strange? Something about Applebloom calling her a big sister. Well she was right now wasn’t she? She was a mare at the moment. A cute little one named Red Gala.

Wait did she just…

“Hey um Mel? Who am I? I mean really.” As she suspected, he gave her another confused look.

“Um, you’re my friend Red Gala.” He said quite matter of factly before blinking, “wait why does that sound off?”

“M-Maybe because you just called me Red Gala…”

“But that’s your name right? No wait, it’s really Big Mac. Why does it feel so weird to call you that now?”

“Because it’s not a ‘mare’ name, and that’s what I am at the moment…” Gala said slowly. She wasn’t sure how to feel about the book pushing them to call her by her mare name, but she supposed it did make things more convenient and maybe a bit less confusing. She certainly wasn’t ‘big’ at the moment.

“I-I don’t like this Gala, uh Mac” Caramel said, wincing a bit at the new name. Try as he might it just felt more natural to call her Red Gala. “This situation is getting really dangerous.”

“Well… I agree but what can we do? At least this way it won’t be so weird if we confess to each other? I have a cute mare name now.” Wait… did she really think her name was cute? Hmm, well she certainly didn’t hate it, her mother did pick it out after all if Granny was right.

“B-but what if that messes things up more?” Despite his words, he was still pressing against this mare besides him. Thinking of her as ‘Red Gala’ really changed how he saw her. She was just so adorable. A friend of his that was a wonderful pony and with the right pose could look downright… sexy. With a twinge of fear, he felt his dick poke out of his sheath.

“I-I think we should try breaking out! Maybe we can break down the door?” He said suddenly scooting away. He could tell it confused Gala, but no way was he about to tell her she was making him hard!

“Mel I couldn’t even budge the door knob before, I doubt we could break the door down, and I don’t feel much like trying to jump from this window either if we got it open.”

“But… we have to do something!”

“Well I mean, weren’t we?”

Caramel sighed. “You know what I mean.” With that he got up, leaving the quilt around her. Hopefully she had warmed up enough that his absence wouldn’t affect her too quickly.

“You’re really gonna try?”

“I gotta do something…” With that Caramel braced himself before the door. Pushing with all his might he bucked back HARD slamming his hooves into the metal, which shook with his blow. Taking a moment he turned to inspect the damage. Not even a dent. He couldn’t say he was surprised. Honestly the real surprise was that the door shook at all. He doubted that he’d really be able to kick it open, but maybe he’d get lucky and the book would send somepony to find out what all the racket was about. Regardless, he turned back around to prepare another blow.

Gala watched helplessly as her friend tried in vain to break down the door. The cold caused another shiver to run down her spine. Catching a flurry of movement, she turned to the window to see almost pure white. Snow, and heavily coming down. If only she had a nice fire to go with it. Her and Caramel could cuddle under the covers drinking warm cider as he kept her safe. Gala stopped to shake her head. What was she thinking? This situation was horrible! It’d be much better if she was still in her actual body!

“How long are you going to lie to yerself like this?”

Red Gala balked, looking left and right. She knew that voice. Old, wise, and often annoyed at how stupid her grandponies were being.

“...Granny?” Gala whispered trying not to alert Caramel. Last thing she needed was him thinking she was losing her mind.

“Yer darn tooting it’s me!” Granny Smith said in the same nagging way she always did when essentially putting them in their place. “That poor colt is gonna sprain both his limbs at this rate! Why don’t ya tell him ta join ya under the blanket again already?”

“Y-You can’t be here. You’re at the farm! You’d never have found the book! This is a trick the story is trying to play on me!”

“Oh? Is it now?”

Before Gala could blink, there Granny was, standing before her with a stern yet gentle look in her eyes. Gala didn’t know when, but at some point the train car had melted away into a dark void consisting of nothing but her and Granny.

“I-It has to be!” Gala shouted now, no longer concerned about bothering a stallion that she couldn’t see. “Just look at this place! Of course it's what the story’s doing!”

“So what if it is? You and I both know my words are just as true either way.”

Gala drew her head back. “I-I’m not-”

“Don’t go making yer sister AJ mad at you by lying now.” Granny took a step forward, her presence strong and commanding despite her age. “You’ve been doing it fer too long now. Isn’t it time to let go?”

Gala shook her head. “But… I can’t! You need me as Big Mac! You need my size! My strength!”

“Poppycock! We’ve done fine with you injured and out of commission before!”

“But AJ had to-”

“Don’t you go bringing up her follies here and now. We both know she’s grown from the stubborn mare she was back then. Now it’s time for you to stop being a stubborn MARE yerself!”

Those words felt like a slap to her face. This couldn’t be happening. The void seemed to suffocate her as she continued to stare at this image of Granny Smith. What she was asking, no, what she was saying. She couldn’t… after all this time, it… it wasn’t…

“Big Mac, no Red Gala.” Granny said softly, causing Gala’s breath to catch. “I know. Or at least you can bet the real me knows. As for AJ and Applebloom. If they don’t know already, we both know they’ll accept you no matter what, and if yer worried about being rejected by lover boy over there, you know better then that too.”

Gala couldn’t breath. Since arriving in this story. Being put in this body. She knew. She knew deep in her soul, but was too afraid. Too afraid to admit it.

“Remember, this is just a story. It’ll end when it ends. It’s up to you what you take away from it.”

Gala couldn’t help but shiver at those words. Was… could it really be that simple?

“Let go Gala. Let go and just enjoy the story. After all, what better chance are you going to get then this?”

Granny faded into nothingness, the void filling her vision with nothingness for but a moment before Gala found herself blinking away tears. Once more she found herself laying on the bed in a train car traveling through a snow flurry. Caramel still attacking the door, apparently having seen or heard none of what she had just experienced. Finally catching her breath, she breathed deeply as her eyes wandered over to the yellow stallion.

She knew what she wanted. What she desperately hoped to achieve this night, but could she really ask him? Could she finally let down the wall that had dictated her life for so long?

“W-Would kissing me be so bad?”

The words seemed to echo in the small room. That had been her voice! Her words! She barely remembered letting them loose! M-Maybe he didn’t hear! Maybe she could still-

“W-What did you say?!” Came Caramel’s rather startled reply. So much for backing down. There was no point in denying it now. She’d have to just come clean. Granny, or whatever that was was right. This was her chance! Her one chance! Doing her best to calm her jittery nerves she looked Caramel directly in the eyes and nearly lost her will to go through with this all over again.

Has he always been this handsome? Damn it AJ, why did you never go out with this guy? Then again, did she really want that to happen? If he had, she wouldn’t be with him here now. She could lose herself in those pools of kindness. Her head swam. What was she doing? She didn’t know. She wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

“I asked if kissing me would be so bad. Do you hate me that much?” It was a cheap tactic, but she wanted to hear him defend her.

“W-What!? Of course not! You’re the most beautiful mare I’ve ever laid eyes on!” His hoof shot up to his mouth as the words left him. Crap! So much for not making this weird!

Meanwhile Gala had felt her heart skip a beat. Was this the story or her own feelings? What was she thinking? How could this be her own feelings? She was fighting against being a mare when she first arrived!

That’s because you were scared at finally having the opportunity. You lied to yourself that this was bad. You lied because you’ve always had to be the strong one. The one all the mares looked to snag, if only for a moment. The words echoed in her head. She couldn’t tell if the voice was hers or Granny’s. She shook her head. She couldn’t fall into the trap she had been in again. Granny give her strength. She had to see this through.

“D-Do you really?” She asked, her voice shaking ever so slightly. It was too fast wasn’t it? All too fast and yet… it seemed to drag on forever.

“I-I…” Caramel shook his head. This was all the books doing. They had to focus on getting out. “L-Look Big Mac, we need to-”

“I’m not Big Mac I’m Red Gala!” The mare before him screamed, cutting him off. Shocked he could only stare blankly at her as he noticed actual tears were dripping down her cheeks. He couldn’t believe it. Big Mac was crying? For as long as he’d known him, he’d rarely seen him cry.

“B- Gala, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to get out?”

“Of course I do!” She choked out between sobs. “I don’t want to live the rest of my life in a stupid book, but… but…”

“But...what?” With as long as he’d known Mac, he knew that despite the stallion's stern expression, there were subtle hints as to how he was feeling, and whatever this was. It was something deep. Perhaps deeper then anypony had ever seen before. What’s more he was fairly certain this wasn’t just the book speaking on her behalf. This was her, only her.

“I...I don’t I…” Why was this so painful? Why couldn’t she just say it? Say everything that had been welling up inside of her? She knew it was there. It had always been there. Granny was right, how long was she going to lie to herself? Her entire body was trembling. She no longer knew if it was from the cold or her own fear.

“Gala…” A hoof landed softly on her neck, gently stroking it. Shocked, she looked up to see the soft caring eyes of her friend staring back at her. “Look… I don’t know what’s wrong, but please tell me. I just want to help.”

Those eyes. Those stupid lovable eyes of his. It’s really too bad you couldn’t see what a catch he was AJ. Too late for you now. Or was it? She’d change back when the book ended wouldn’t she? Taking one last look into his eyes she finally felt the last of her resistance slip away. It didn’t matter. She was given this moment and she couldn’t waste it.

“I… It’s just…” Silently she sent a prayer to the book, willing it to help her play the role of an honest talkative mare. Just like Applejack was. How long had he envied her for that? Well now she could be the hardworking lovable mare that always spoke her mind.

“W-would it be so bad… if I was Red Gala?”

Caramel was a bit taken aback by this comment. “I-I’m sorry?”

“Would it be so bad!?” She pleaded looking up at him with puppy dog like eyes. “Would it? What if this was who I was instead? A mare named Red Gala. Just a regular apple clan mare that did her fair share of the work, and not the ever silent and looked up to stallion named Big Mac? What if I was just another pony. A mare who was invited to slumber parties and giggled as she got ice cream on her nose from drinking a milkshake, or or…”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Caramel said, getting back on the bed next to her. “What are you going on about? Are you worried you aren’t still you? I know you’re still my friend in there so you don’t-”

“That’s not it at all!” She whined kicking her hooves in frustration. “L-Look do you remember that time when Applebloom needed a big sister for the Sisterhooves social and I put on that silly dress and wig and called myself Orchard Blossom?”

“Yeah? Um where are you going with this?”

“Didn’t you ever wonder why I had a dress like that? Or a wig?”

Caramel blinked. Now that he thought about it, no, but with a mare like Pinkie Pie in town, you didn’t really question why ponies had things. Still if she was bringing it up, there had to be a good reason.

“Okay uh, so why did you have it?”

“B-because I’ve always wanted to know how this is like.”

“How what-” His eyes grew wide as it finally clicked. “Wait do you mean… you’ve always wanted to know what being a-”

“-mare is like…” She finished, shutting her eyes. There, she had said it. After all these years she’d finally said it, finally told somepony. Now she just had to deal with the consequences.

Dear Celestia this terrified her.

“I-I don’t understand. You’ve never… I always thought…”

“You asked me why it didn’t work out with Cheerilee and me. It’s because she was so close to the type of pony I wish I could be. She’s smart, beautiful, good with foals. She was stern and knew who she was, what she wanted. It’s just… even she looked at me like I’d protect her. N-Not that I wouldn’t have!” She added quickly. Damn it, even with the book’s help words were not her forte. “Of course I would, but… I’d always be the one looked to protect, to be the immovable titan that’d rush to their aide. J-Just once I wanted to be the one some other pony protected. Be the meek little pony… no the meek little mare that nopony batted an eyelid at being shy…”

She looked back up at his face then. His wonderful dreamy face. “But as I was? Like I said mares always hyped me up. Make me out to be some big macho guy.” The tears were back. “You know being Applebloom’s sister that one time? It made me so happy, I didn’t care what others thought. For once in my life I felt like I could just let everything out. Even… even if in the end it was only an act.” She laughed a small sad laugh. “It’ stupid isn’t it? I speak as if mares are weaker, in need of a big strong stallion to watch over them, but I know that’s not true. Sis and her friends have accomplished feats I’d never imagine, even in my real body. Still… being like this… it’s liberating in a way. No pony is going to look at me and assume I can fight off all that threaten them. E-even if I likely still could I-”

“Gala.” Caramel said, placing a hoof on her head. She had been rambling, and it felt like the right time to interrupt her. With a smile, he began to rub her head. It was funny. He always wanted to do this to AJ. He did of course find AJ attractive, but in truth the real reason he had never pursued her was because of just how intimidating he found her. How funny that here, Big Mac as a mare was likely just as strong, yet the looming presence others had found in him even as a stallion just never seemed to be there for him. To Caramel, Big Mac had never been a titan. He’d simply and only been his friend.

Gala only stared at him in confusion. Was he teasing her? No, his eyes were as honest and caring as always. So what was he- before she could finish her though he pulled her into a hug. Caught by surprise she just laid there, her head pressed against his back. It was so warm. She felt so nice in his hooves. It felt… safe. Was this it? Was this how all the mares in his life had wanted?

“I-I don’t understand what you’re going through Gala.” Caramel said slowly his hooves still around her. “I can’t possibly understand how you feel, or how long you’ve felt this way. But… but if you really want to be Gala for this story. I think… I think I can do that for you.”

Gala felt the tears soak into Mel’s back. She couldn’t remember a time that she felt so happy before. Thanks to this book she could have one night. One night as the mare she always dreamed of being. It was more than most ponies ever got after all. In the end... In the end she hoped it helped her see if this is really what she wanted.

“Thank you Mel. You have no idea what this means to me.” She said pulling her head away enough to smile at him. “So… think we can stay this way for just a little bit?”

“Well we seem warm enough pressed against each other, so if that’s all you need.” Caramel said, turning to gaze out the window. “I’m sorry we’re stuck in this train car. I-I don’t know really what you wanted to try as a mare, but we’re kinda limited given our circumstances…”

Gala giggled, actually giggled. It was amazing how freeing that alone felt now that she had laid herself bare so to speak. “It’ll be enough.” She said quietly, working up a bit more courage to ask what she wanted next. “I-If you could… hold me close? S-say you’ll protect me from the cold? J-Just treat me as you would any mare you’d find yourself with in this situation…”

It was Caramel’s time to laugh, though his was more a chuckle then a giggle. “As if I’d ever find myself in a situation like this! A beautiful mare in a private train car? This stuff only happens in books like this. However.” With that he draped a hoof over Gala’s back and drew her as close to him as he could. They had only been lightly touching before, but now she was truly smooshed against him. Her body seemed to shoot up several degrees from that alone.

Though… though there seemed to be something else along with it.

“I know I’m not the most reliable guy, despite your protests,” Caramel said with a wink, “but if it pleases the lady, I’ll gladly protect her from the outside cold.” He was actually kinda proud of himself. Despite the strangeness of the situation, he felt rather relaxed. Perhaps a bit too relaxed, because before he realized what he was doing, he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, giving it a few licks in the process. It wasn’t until he heard her squeak in surprise that he registered what he was doing.

“Ah!” He exclaimed his head shooting back up. He thought to move away, but his body wouldn’t budge. “S-sorry I guess I got carried awa-MMFF!” Eyes wide, his body froze up as Gala flat out kissed him on the lips!

If he wasn’t so shocked he’d have laughed. Her lips tasted like apples, because of course. They carried with them a pleasant sweetness that he’d give almost anything to sample more of. Wait, that wasn’t important! The fact was, she kissed him! Red Gala had kissed him!

Gala could already feel the heavy blush on her cheeks as she pulled away, shyly looking up at him as she tilted her head down. “D-did you like that?” A twinge shot through her body again, focused on a particular part just under her tail. Even if she had never had a female body before, she was smart enough to know what that other feeling had been welling up inside her. She confirmed it when she felt him lick her neck.

Aroused. She was aroused. She didn’t care if it was her own tastes or the book at this point, but being this close to Caramel and the thought of what they were supposed to do turned her on. She wanted it, and she wanted him, all she had to do was make it happen!

“That… that was amazing…” Caramel replied, feeling his own arousal begin to build. Was this really alright? It was still Big Mac inside that body after all! Even if she did say she wanted to be treated like a mare for the night, he couldn’t really… well do that with her could he?

Gala didn’t think she could get any redder at the sound of his reply. Could blush even been seen on her red coat?

“I, I uh really liked that, k-kissing you that is…” She admitted in a voice barely above a whisper. Would he go for it? Could he look past what she had been, and see only what she was at this moment?

“I uh liked it too…” Damn it what was he suppose to say? What was he suppose to do?

Gala could sense his hesitation. Guess he really couldn’t see past what she had been. Horseapples, was there nothing she could do to break that image? At this rate they’d be stuck at a stalemate, and her neithers were already starting to ache for something long and warm. She shivered at the very thought. When she gave in to being a mare it had been like a damn breaking. Every pent up thought and desire rushing forward in her mind. The book had to be helping keep herself together. How else was she not freaking out yet?! For Celestia’s sake she had gone from this stallions best male friend, to a needy little mare, dreaming of his thick juicy cock!

How was that so appealing now!? Even stranger she could picture it with such clarity. Being friends they had gone swimming a few times in the past. Once AJ and Rainbow Dash had joined them. Of course being those two, they had somehow gotten into a swimming competition that had also somehow turned into a wrestling match. It had done little for him being AJ was his sister, but Caramel had gotten quite the boner. The fact that he noticed was something he had kept to himself. He had only caught a glimpse of it on accident after all, yet now that moment in time burned like a photograph in her memory. It wasn’t anywhere near what he sported as Big Mac of course, he doubted many ponies could match that, but for his size it was rather impressive. Or so she thought now.

If only she could see it again. Touch it and taste it!

Wait… why couldn’t she?

“G-Gala!? W-What are you doing!?” Caramel yelped as he felt a hoof begin to probe around his nether regions. Before he could think of possibly pulling away, he felt it come in contact with his sheath, slowly beginning to rub at it, and causing little Caramel to poke its head out to see what all the fuss was about.

“What does it feel like I’m doing handsome? I want to see what’s going to be inside me in the next few minutes.” Her voice was low and sultry. It brimmed with so much sexual tension she was surprised she had even managed to keep it steady. No doubt the book aiding her along again in her speech. At last she felt she had a grip on what the book could or wouldn’t do. Before she had been fighting it, denying it any leeway, and in truth it hadn’t pushed, hadn’t given any attempt to make her follow the story. The worst it did seemed to be that image of Granny that only talked to her. She had to let go, had to will it to help her for it to have any power over her actions. It was the same even now. If she wanted to stop, she’d stop. The book wasn’t going to make her do something she didn’t want to do, even if that was the way to end the story proper.

It’s possible… it’s possible they could have willed themselves out if they had really wanted it. It hardly mattered to her now. She simply couldn’t have the story end before she had her fun as a mare. She bet deep down Caramel wanted the sexy night with a beautiful mare as well. She only hoped she didn’t disappoint.

“G-Gala! Y-You’re not seri- ah!” It was no use! He wasn’t only poking out, but becoming hard as a rock in a matter of seconds! He couldn’t believe that despite her hidden muscle, her hoof felt so soft and gentle. Was this really still Big Mac?

“There we go.” Gala purred, feeling the dick she was stroking come to full mast. “Wow it is pretty big. Your last marefriend must have enjoyed it.”

“I-uh well.” Caramel coughed, this could not be happening. “A-Are you okay Big Mac? Did the book take over or som-MMF!”

He was silenced by another kiss, this one feeling a lot more forceful than the last one, as if she was hungry for the taste of him.

“Uh uh, uh, I’m not that other pony right now, I’m Red Gala remember? And I can assure you I’m not under some spell of the book. Well maybe it’s helping me act a bit, but I promise you I’m letting it. I want this Mel. I-I really do. I told you I want to be a mare tonight. Your mare.”

“M-my mare!?” He repeated dumbstruck. Seeing her like this. There was a clear hunger in her eyes. The same hunger he saw in his last girlfriend when they had first decided to sleep together. Gala really wasn’t kidding. She wanted him. Him! No other stallion! Just him, right here, right now.

“Yes silly your mare. Your marefriend, your lover. Anything to just get you to fuck me!” W-wait did she really just say that? Even with the book helping her, shed couldn’t believe those words came out of her!

“F-Fuck?” His dick twitched at the mere thought of claiming this mare before him. Damn it, what was going on? This was unlike anything he’d ever heard from his friend before! What had gotten into her? Wait, did the bed feel wet? What did it spring a leak? He grabbed the blanket with his teeth and yanked it off. What greeted him was certainly not coming from the bed!

“Holy, Gala you’re leaking!”

“I’m what?” She asked confused, her gaze following Caramel’s own line of sight. It landed directly upon her rump where she found that not only was her tail stuck straight up in the air, but there was indeed some sort of liquid pooling upon the sheets. Now that she was actively thinking about it, she could feel it trickle.. Seems she wanted this a lot more then she realized.

“O-Oh wow, it’s like I’m in heat!” She exclaimed, wiggling her rear. “Geez this is such a weird sensation having a cunt. It’s just begging for me to stick that big ol meat stick of yours into it!”

“G-Gala!” Caramel responded with a healthy blush. He never thought he’d hear his friend talk in such a dirty, sexual way before. Even worse, he couldn’t believe it was making him this excited, this eager to take a mare!

“H-How’s it look?” She asked, causing his brain to halt. She did not just ask what he thought she did, did she?

“Mel? I want to know how it looks.” She said shifting her body away so she could move her rear in front of his face, giving him a clear nice view of her new marehood. He didn’t think he could get any more erect! There it was, practically pulsing with her desire, begging to be tasted.
At that moment, the image of what Gala had been finally shattered in his mind. This was a mare. A mare that was sticking her beautiful cunt right in his face. Begging for him to taste it.

Well, was there any real reason not to oblige?

“Mel? Mel can you hear me? I asked- YEEP!” She yelped as she felt something rough and very wet brush against her lower lips. She barely was able to register the sensation that gave her before she felt it brush against them again. Over and over it licked, probing deeper and deeper inside of her with each stroke.

“A-ah! Ooo Guh!” Her attempts at speech were nothing more than a chaotic mix of moans, squeaks, and gibberish. The feeling! The pleasure! This is what mares felt? This is what she had been missing!? Oh Celestia if she really went back to being a stallion after this, she’d have to remember to eat out more of the mares she dated!

Caramel too was lost in a deep hunger to pleasure his mare. If he thought her kiss tasted like apples, her snatch amazingly enough was like drinking from a tap of apple cider. It was so sweet, and her little coos and squeaks only drove him to probe further inside her. He needed to feel her squirm, hear her moan.

Even with his best efforts however, she was only mewing with pleasure. It wasn’t enough. Not yet. He had to go farther. Some small part of his mind recalled there being much more foreplay in the book, but in truth he wasn’t sure he could hold himself back much longer, and by the feel of it, he didn’t think she’d mind getting to the point either. Still, he didn’t want to jump too far again too quickly. So trying to ignore the increasing need in his dick, he began to rub little circles upon her cutie marks, moving his tongue play up her back, slowing it down, making sure the feeling lingered upon her just long enough to keep her wanting more. Slowly, he inched his way up toward her neck, his body sliding atop hers.

Gala’s mind was a whir of new sensations and emotions. She never felt so helpless before! Every touch, every movement Mel made upon her body left her a shivering wreck. Was this what it was like for the mares he dated? Was this what it was like to feel dominated by your partner? She knew she was still stronger then Mel, could throw him off in an instant if she tried, but she couldn’t. Her body wouldn’t respond to her commands. He had her, he had her and could do whatever he wished to her body and…

It felt wonderful!

This was Caramel after all. She knew he’d never do anything to hurt her. He’d do nothing but try everything in his power to make her happy. To protect her. This was it! This was the feeling she had longed for for so long! She could be his, he just had to claim her! She wanted him to claim her!

That’s when she felt it. The tip of his dick pressing against her folds. When had he gotten on top of her? She could feel his weight now. Pressing into her back, forcing her deeper into the bed beneath them. How could feeling so trapped bring such intense joy?

“M-mel…” She breathed, her voice wispy and light. “I need you… please… take me. I want to be yours. Only yours…”

The fire raged even stronger inside Caramel’s body. To hear that. That was all he needed. He wouldn’t resist, wouldn’t worry about what may come later from the fallout of it all. He wanted her, she was begging to be his, and so she’d be.

Giving her neck a few more licks, he quickly progressed to nibbles. Nibbles which increased in succession as he pushed himself inside her, his dick forcing itself all the way to the hilt in one go.

The moan that escaped Gala’s lips riverbeated through the enclosed area like an explosion. “I-It’s inside me!” She gasped when she was able to speak again, another moan forcing its way out. “Oh Caramel I can feel you inside me! Your dick inside me! I-I can’t believe this is how it feels! I can’t believe this is what it’s like for a mare!” She shifted her body, feeling her velvety walls brush against the very veins that lined his member.

He’d had a few mares growing up. She knew what it was like as a stallion, but this? There was no describing this!.

“Oh Celestia you feel amazing Gala! So warm! So snug!” He cried as he began to lightly rock his body, causing his dick to pull in and out of her lovely inviting snatch.

Short jerks at first, but he was quickly moving to practically pulling out entirely before ramming back in again. It was almost too much! He’d had sex before, but her! It was like her love tunnel had been molded perfectly for his dick!

“I want you Gala.” He whispered, grunting in the simple pleasure he got from being inside her, by feeling his stomach rub against her back as he tried to find a rhythm for his thrusts. “I want you to be mine. My mare. My love. My everything!”

With each declaration she felt herself grow more hot, more needy!

“I-I want to be your mare! Your love! Your wife!” She cried out, desperately trying to push her hips into his thrusts to increase her own pleasure. Every day before this one had been wasted! No wonder she hadn’t been happy as a stallion. This is what she had wanted! This is what she had longed for!

“G-Gala…” Caramel grunted between thrusts. His body moving on automatic, every thrust a spike of bliss that rocked his body.

But it was nothing compared to what Gala was experiencing. The colors had begun to swirl together before her eyes, explosions of joy rocking her body. Minor at first, but growing in size, in frequency. When she had been a stallion sex had felt like her very being had wanted to condense itself into his dick and force it’s way into the mare underneath him. Now that she was that mare, it was like her body desperately wanted to take that essence and spread it to every little inch of herself. Every hoof, every nerve, every hair. It was maddening and heavenly all at once!

All cares forgotten, Caramel pushed on, licking and nibbling at any inch of her he could get to. Her neck, her ears. He had to please her, had to cherish every moment. Again and again he thrust, the seconds turning into minutes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gone so long! All her moans, her cries and squirms. Each one was a treasure he’d never forget. He wanted more! So much more!

Gala’s limbs had long gone numb, her breathing ragged, her tongue drooping out. His prize. She was his prize. It felt amazing. It felt right! S-Something was happening. A balloween swelling inside her. What was happening now?

Nothing lasts forever. Not even a perfect moment in a story book. It wasn’t long now, Caramel’s limit was fast approaching. He had a vague memory of something he should do before that happened. What was it? His movements grew erratic, he rammed into her again and again. Driven for one desire, one goal. Whatever it was didn’t matter anymore. With one last thrust, he felt himself give way. Bestowing Gala with his gift.

It was enough to send her over the edge and then some. She barely registered her body convulsing as she felt something warm and hot pump into her. Oh Celestia the sensation! This was so much better than pumping it out! She felt it rush inside her, filling every inner inch with its volume! The deep sexual moans she caught were unlike anything she’d heard her former lovers make. So much it shocked her to realize they were coming from her!

Her mind blanked after that. She vaguely remembered feeling more and more spurts of his seed filling her as every inch of her body went limp. Aided by the book or not, there was no way she could ever go back to being the stallion she had been before.

If only… if only this dream didn’t have to end.

Still the story had reached its conclusion and thus the world began to go white. The last thing she felt was her body slipping into a peaceful sleep as exhaustion took hold. She wasn’t sure if it was in her mind or not but the last action she was able to take was the reciting of four simple words. Words she never thought she’d utter in her life, but at the moment were the absolute truth beyond anything else.

“Caramel… I love you.”

Author's Note

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