Wait, what!?

Am I ever going to find somepony?

Silver Stripes was sitting as his usual table at the Ponyville Tavern, nursing a hard cider that had long since warmed up beyond pleasant drinking. His latest attempt to woo a mare had blown up in his face, and he had chosen to drown his sorrows rather than face the outside world.

His brown muzzle tentatively lapped at the warm beverage in front of him; grimacing in mild disgust, he concluded that he was a worse drinker than he was a lover. Sighing to himself, he was about to get off his stool and head for the exit when his ears heard the distinctive chime of the door’s bell against the sound of soft rabble from elsewhere in the tavern. Looking around, his face treated itself to a small smile. Well, at least I won’t get to be sad alone tonight.

Walking up to the bar was none other than Silver’s best friend, Cupid Stunt. Making eye contact with his wayward friend, the unicorn ordered two frosty ciders, and made his way over to Silver Stripes with both tankards in the grip of his magic.

“You didn’t need to get me one, I’ve barely touched my own”, the pegasus muttered.

“Who says they’re for you? You would not believe the day I’ve had”, said the white-furred unicorn. “I thought I had everything planned to perfection!”

Silver sniggered, “So, what you’re telling me, is that Celestia’s gift to mares failed? You said that Orange Zest had a mouth like a garden hose!”

“She did. I caught her ‘round the back of Sofas and Quills with another stallion, though… and here I was thinking we’d have a future together. So, on the topic of fuck-ups, how did your plan to woo Thunder Heist go?” Cupid looked at his friend with interest, hoping for a tale that would make him feel like less of an idiot.

“Well… everything was going fine. We were going at it like rabbits, and I had her over the coffee table. She asked me t-to talk dirty to her…” Silver Stripes was right now silently begging the ground to just swallow him up and be done with it all. Cupid, meanwhile, was looking at his friend intently, silently willing the tale to continue. “... s-so I started… y’know. I got the bright idea of hoofing her clit, and that’s when I whispered in her ear, I’m going to fuck you so hard, our future foals will have whiplash’. Before I know what’s happening, I’m on the floor, and Thunder is looking down at me, saying ‘Um, I don’t want foals with you’. After that… well, I tried to explain, but by that point, the mood had kinda died, and I came here after she left”.

Both ponies sighed to each other; by this time, Cupid had finished his second cider, and as he looked at his friend opposite, an idea crept into his head. Desperation for actual bodily contact was clouding his mind, and the alcohol seeping through his brain did little to dissuade his idea from taking form.

Cupid was currently living with Silver in a house they jointly rented; the common joke around the area was that they were a couple, although both stallions were straight as an arrow. As the alcohol began to bubble through the unicorn, he began to entertain the idea of… dating his friend. It’s not like we don’t get on with each other; If I met a mare like him, I’d ask her out.

The idea hit him like a brick to the muzzle, and for a shining moment, he felt like he found his place in the world.

“Silver… I have an idea. But I want you to promise me that you won’t freak out.”

The sudden seriousness of Cupid’s tone made Silver sit up and take notice. “O-Okay. What’s your idea?”

I can’t believe I’m about to suggest this!

“Well, um, Silver… we get on well together, and well… I think we’d be good together.” Cupid silently braced himself for the reaction he knew was coming.

“... um, Cupid, I’m not gay. And last I checked, neither were you. What’s going on here”

“I’m not gay either… but what if… and this is a big if, mind you… what if… one of us… was a mare?”

Silver gently grabbed one of Cupid’s empty tankards, “You mean… one of us a mare… and the other a stallion… and we’d be able to…” Silver gently began to move his hoof in and out of the tankard as if to punctuate his line of thought.

Cupid nodded, confirming that Silver had indeed got the right idea. “So, the question is… which of us becomes the mare?”

Silver swallowed hard, and before he knew what he was going, he was downing the warm, stagnant cider from his own tankard. The sudden buzz was making him light-headed, but between the blush on his muzzle and the chill down his spine, he found himself agreeing with the points that Cupid had raised. Cupid had been his friend for many years, and wanted him to be happy as if he were a brother to him. Silver wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking, or whether it was bringing up deep-seated feelings he’d been burying, but as he closed his eyes in contemplation, the choice to be made seemed so… right to him.

“... I’ll do it. I’ll… become a mare. You can switch me back, right?” Silver wanted Cupid to be happy, but he had become really attached to having a penis.

Cupid waved a paw in the air dismissively, “Of course I can! I have the spellbook on the bookcase downstairs. Speaking of… do you want to get out of here and get this show on the road?”

Silver nodded in agreement, and the two ponies retreated back to their shared abode, the soft moonlight of Luna’s rising moon shining down on them as they walked briskly to their front door. After some brief drunk-fumbling with the door lock, Cupid opened the door... before catching his hoof on the rug, causing his head to make painful contact with the hardwood floor. Silver muttered to himself, “Fucking lightweight”. As Silver went upstairs, Cupid retrieved the book from the bookshelf, and laid it on the desk, tapping the firefly lantern to the side, the insects doing as they are bid by illuminating the book’s content. His magic began rapping through the pages until he found the desired entry. Huh. It’s simpler than I remember. Oh well.

Cupid ascended the stairs gingerly, half-nervous, half-excited at the prospect waiting upstairs for him. The door to Silver’s room was ajar, and the unicorn found himself softly using his muzzle to open it. Silver Stripes was sitting on his bed, eyeing the floor nervously. “D-do you have the spell ready?”

Cupid nodded, and entered the room. Silver slowly made his way off the bed, and sat down in front of his friend. The unicorn powered up his horn, mentally preparing the energy formation needed. Silver didn’t know what to expect, and closed his eyes in silent, curious anticipation; when the spell finally hit him, he opened his eyes. At first, nothing happened. After a few seconds, Silver felt like his body was covered in elastic bands in an uncomfortable, ever-tightening embrace; just as it was about to become painful, the feeling ceased, and Silver’s lungs took an involuntary intake of breath.

Steadying himself, Silver made eye contact with Cupid, “So… how do I look?”

The unicorn wasn’t sure how to answer. Before him now stood an absolute stunning example of a mare, accentuated by the moonlight shining into the room. Silver’s red coat and white-striped mane and tail perfectly complemented the feminine form in front of him, her eyes full of that same quiet demeanour that he’d come to like about his friend. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he moved closer to his friend, not quite believing how fucking attractive… well, she, now was. Moving past the mental confusion, Cupid finally summoned the mental fortitude to utter more than primitive noises. “You should, um, consider changing your name to Sexy Stripes.”

Silver blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. She had never been complimented like that before in her life, and against what she thought was possible, was starting to see Cupid as something more than just a friend. “So, um… how do you want to do this? How… do you normally do this?”

Cupid swallowed, moving closer to Silver. “We… I usually just went straight in. Why, w-what do you normally do?”

Silver smiled to herself. “Close your eyes and I’ll show you.”

The unicorn blinked, and slowly closed his eyes. Without warning, he felt soft flesh against his muzzle. His immediate instinct was to back away, but something inside him soothed that away, and his soul melted into the generous affection he was being given, his tongue gently intertwining with the feminine intruder. After what felt like an eternity, the kiss was mutually broken, and Silver softly nuzzled Cupid’s chin. “So… what did you think?”

Cupid’s gaze was fixed at the wall, his mind swimming with the mental conflict that, not five minutes ago, this pony was a dude. Now, this pony was a mare, and a smokingly hot one at that! The damning thing, was that he was pretty sure that he was enjoying this. “It was, um, o-okay. You’re… actually a good kisser. But, I think I can top that…”

Cupid once again made muzzle-to-muzzle contact with the mare in front of him, and started applying forward pressure, eventually causing Silver to lie down. Breaking the kiss once more, Cupid started to kiss Silver’s neck in a move that caused the mare to involuntarily moan. It wasn’t long before Cupid began his move south, eventually arriving at Silver’s teats. Cupid teased them with a hoof, feeling them firm to the touch; getting bolder, he took one into his mouth, and gently suckled on it, causing another moan to escape Silver.

Moving further down, Cupid came to what, on any other mare he’d been with, had been the ultimate prize, the gateway to getting his rocks off; he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but in this moment, he felt compelled to thank his friend in the only way he knew how. Taking in a whiff, Cupid felt almost immediately buzzed by how clean it was; steadying himself, he slowly pierced the pink veil with his tongue, making tactile contact with her still-clenched nub. After only a few seconds of resistance, the nub finally opened in a not-so-subtle invitation for Cupid to dive in. It was not an invitation that he was about to decline, and his tongue began flicking against the hardened flesh of Silver’s clitoris. “Oh, fuck!” the pegasus exclaimed, wholly unused to the sensations her body was being subjected to.

With each swipe of Cupid’s tongue, Silver could feel something building up inside her; she extended her hind legs, and wrapped them around Cupid’s head, offering gentle encouragement for Cupid to continue his ministrations. “Mmm… yeah, that’s it! Right there! Ohhh…. Fuuuuck!”, the pegasus screamed, clamping down on Cupid’s head as his tongue’s repeated lashings made her ride out her first orgasm in style.

After her body released the pressure on his head, he sat up, and looked over the now heavily-breathing pegasus beneath him. “So, what did you think?”, he said, pretty sure that Silver already knew the answer. Still breathless, she was only able to offer a silent affirmation of approval. However, it did not escape her attention that Cupid’s… equipment, was at full mast, clearly begging for somepony to give it the attention it craved.

Slowly getting up, Silver brought herself to eye-level with Cupid’s fully-erect penis. Nervously poking it, she could feel the desire behind the firmness. Moving closer to Cupid, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Cupid… do you find me attractive?”

Taking a gulp, Cupid felt another throb in his loins as he looked at the feminine form in front of him, and for perhaps the first time in his life, was sure in the answer he was about to give.

“Yes.”

Silver moved her head down, not quite sure what force was compelling her to, but what she did know, was that she wanted to pay back Cupid for making her feel alive. Her muzzle gently lapped at the glistening head; this time, it was Cupid’s turn to moan involuntarily, his hips instinctively thrusting forward. Before she lost her nerve, Silver quickly took the throbbing organ into her mouth, her soft lips enveloping the shaft while her tongue danced a merry jig at the top. Cupid was enraptured by the attention that Silver was bestowing upon him, another moan escaping him as Silver’s lips went past his medial ring.

Silver was fully aware of how her anatomy used to work, and knew exactly where to direct her attention, making every lick nudge her friend close to that inevitable precipice. Keeping an eye on his muscle movements, Silver decided that it was time, and removed her mouth from Cupid’s still-throbbing member. Before Cupid could complain, Silver stole another kiss from him, sharing the arousing masculine taste with her partner. Quickly breaking the kiss, Silver leaned in, whispering in Cupid’s ear. “I know you, Cupid. I know what you desire, what you yearn for…”

Getting up, Silver raised herself onto her bed, and spreads her legs for the stallion before her. Using her hooves, she pulled apart her labia, and blew a soft jet of warm air at Cupid. “You know you want to.”

Not needing to be told twice, Cupid moved forward, and put his forehooves on the bed, his slickened appendage coming to rest on Silver’s stomach. Taking a step back to steady himself, he slowly brought himself down, while Silver mentally braced herself for what was about to happen.

Within seconds, Cupid began reflexively stabbing forward, having to use touch and sensation to locate Silver’s slit in the darkened room. On the fourth stab, the head found its destination, and Cupid began moving forward. Without warning, Cupid stabbed his member inside with a rapid thrust; Silver felt a sharp pain, lasting only for an instant, interrupted by a slow pumping action from Cupid.

Not quite sure what to make of what she was feeling, Silver lay there, the air punctuated by the slapping of flesh and the odd grunt from Cupid.

The unicorn was more used to the mare taking control of his encounters, and wasn’t used to having a mare not take the active role. “Uh, silver… c-could you not lie there like a wet fish?” he said behind a faux-mocking tone. Having been used to Cupid’s sense of humour for years, Silver knew not to be insulted, “Oh, I dunno, could you not fumble around in there like you’re trying to pick a lock?” she retorted, pressing her hind legs against Cupid’s hips. As if providing silent instruction, Silver used her legs to stabilize Cupid’s thrusts, and angled his body better. The change was immediate; with each thrust, she could now feel his member slide against her rapidly-winking clitoral hood. After a few thrusts, Cupid got the message, and quickened his pace while Silver’s vaginal walls began to lightly squeeze Cupid’s staff in mutual arousal.

It wasn’t long before Cupid found himself at the same cliff he did earlier, and with control in his hooves this time, he sped towards it. “Silver! Silver I’m… I’m gonna… “

The stallion didn’t get the chance to finish his train of thought, as an orgasm borne of several weeks of pent-up frustration washed over him. Silver felt the flare of Cupid’s penis expanding within her before Cupid made his final thrust. As the warm, alien sensation of his ejaculate violated her most intimate of parts, her hoof started to quickly rub her exposed clitoris; the combined sensations brought her to another, powerful climax. Silver’s vagina did as it was involuntarily commanded, and squeezed every last drop of ejaculate from the breathless stallion atop her.

Lacking the energy to move most of his limbs, Cupid instead settled for a post-coital cuddle, and a quick smooch on Silver’s left cheek. Silver reciprocated by wrapping her limbs around Cupid, before drifting into a comfortable night’s sleep.

The following morning, the two ponies found themselves in bed together; Silver wasn’t used to be the little spoon, but wasn’t displeased with the feeling of warmth behind her. Silver nudged her friend awake with a soft jab to the ribs; a quiet groan indicated that the approach had worked, and with that, Silver got out of bed.

“Hey, Cupid, I wanna head for a shower. Could you change me back?”

Cupid recalled in his head the counter-spell. Without leaving the bed, he channelled the spell at Silver. Once the spell had self-dispelled, Silver waited for the reversal to take effect.

He waited.

After a minute, Silver became visibly concerned. “Um, Cupid… why isn’t it working?”

The unicorn sprang from the bed, and darted downstairs like a wild ferret on caffeine. He found the book open at page two of the spell, which contained the actual requirements for the spell. Cupid gingerly turned back one page, and on page one, in bright letters was the following warning.

WARNING. THIS SPELL HAS BEEN SUPERSEDED BY THE REPLACEMENT ON PAGE 345. THE SPELL THAT FOLLOWS IS NON-REVERSIBLE, AS NO COUNTER-SPELL WAS EVER DEVELOPED. THE FOLLOWING SPELL IS PROVIDED FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY.

Cupid froze, his mind caught in a loop of possible thoughts. Sensing something amiss, Silver crept downstairs, nudging Cupid in the ribs. “Cupid… is something wrong?”

Taking a gulp, Cupid avoided eye contact, and looked down at the ground in shame. “Silver… I don’t think I can change you back.”

The room fell silent, except for two words from Silver.

“Wait, what!?”