Irony's Tale

Charged Up closes the door to the lab. Fuff is happily working with two other techs on building a new setup for her. She smiles brightly, this kind of prosthesis would normally cost tens of thousands of dollars. But since she’s doing most of the work to build it, her boss has promised to cover the materials costs. Calling it research for new pony designs. If one human turned pony ended up needing a new leg, what about others? Could they talk to a unicorn at the pony settlement in Montana, figure out how to make an artificial wing like Rainbow Dash wore in that alternate reality? Chargie’s mind whirls with the possibilities for Fuff to keep busy with her current employer after she completes her change.

Chargie, at the moment, though, has completely different plans as she walks down the hall, her tail swishing side to side, the smile on her face is genuine as she nods to the different workers as she heads towards her destination. Quickly, four strong hooves can make any journey seem short, she’s standing before a large oak door in the executive offices. She glances around quickly, it’s still early, she reaches up and opens the door, pushing her way in. The view has her smiling, a simple anteroom, a place for a personal secretary or assistant. Chargie’s smile widens as she locks the door behind her. Her ears catch the soft sounds of a human moving around in the inner office. She trots happily to the inner door, knocking briskly.

“Come in.” Comes a familiar voice.

Chargie pulls down on the lever style knob and pushes the door open. Thankful once again that these doors are already pony friendly. As she shuts the door behind her, she quickly ensures that this door is locked as well. She turns around, looking at Joel as he’s sitting at the big desk. She smirks as she hops up onto the desk, not really caring that she’s knocked over a pen holder before she sits on her haunches in front of the human.

He has a quizzical look on his face. “Is there something I can help you with, Charged Up?”

“You can call me Chargie. And yes, there is in fact something you can help me with.”

He smiles a bit, though she doesn’t continue. The silence stretches to an uncomfortable length. Finally he tilts his head. “And that would be?”

She leans down a bit, looking at him intently. “I love being a pony, I never knew how right it was for me. When I was changing, I was terrified. But when I finally woke up, in this body, once I started moving around, feeling my new body flex and move. I found that it fit me perfectly, but do you want to know the best things about this form?”

He adjusts his glasses. “Sure.”

“My senses are different, my eyesight is wider than as a human, my sense of smell is so much better than it was as a human. I smoked as a human, so my sense of taste and smell was rather dull. With this change, I smell everything so much better. And I could smell you.”

“Me?”

She nods. “I’ve learned over the past few days that certain human smells are quite distinct. One of those is male arousal.” She smiles as he flinches a bit. “Oh yeah, I noticed. Fuff hasn’t fully changed, and you wouldn’t consider her, because she’s your employee, and you consider her like a kid sister. Am I right?”

“Kerfuffle? Of course I wouldn’t.” He sputters. “You’re right, she’s like a little sister, I just want to help her.”

Charged hops off the desk and reaches out, turning his chair and placing a forehoof on each leg, standing up where she’s nearly eye level for the tall human. “All of that is admirable, but I’ve noticed, your smell changes when you are around ponies. I know the smell of men, of males. That beautiful, musky smell that gets my insides all twisted. Even as a human I could smell that from time to time. I know you watched my tail as I walked with Fuff in front of you. I even gave you a peek, twitching my tail as I walk. Giving you a view.”

“That was intentional?” He says with a gulp.

She chuckles low in her throat. “Oh, yeah, it most certainly was. Remember I mentioned my eyesight. We ponies have great peripheral vision, I could see your eyes were definitely feasting on the occasional view of this plot of mine. Especially that beautiful pink view when I wink.” She whisks her tail from side to side as an example before leaning close. “I know you at least thought of me.” She inhales deeply. “And I know I’m having an effect on you now.”

“Charged, we are at my office, we are…” His stammering is stopped by her fetlock gently pressing against his lips.

“Oh, I don’t want a one and done, Joel. But I want you, nopony is going to disturb us, I’ve ensured that.” She leans down and nuzzles his crotch. “And it smells like you are interested.”

“Perhaps if we were to head back to the ho…” Again his voice is stopped, though this time by Charged quickly leaning forward and kissing him. He freezes as he feels the short, soft fur around her lips, though her tongue quickly invades his mouth. He hesitantly reaches up a hand and touches her cheek, getting a moan and her body to relax against his as he responds to the kiss.

After both have completely lost track of time, she pulls away, giving him a bright smile. “The nose never lies.” She says with a giggle. She leans down and latches on to his belt, tongue and lips working together to unbuckle it. She giggles in pleasure when the belt goes slack.

“It won’t take long to get to the hotel, the staff can…”

She looks up at him. “Nopony will know, and I don’t want to wait for the car, or for the ride, unless you want me to be sucking you off in the car. Give the driver a view, maybe?” She grins, her tail waving. Adding even more scent into the room. “Even before I changed, I could suck start a lawnmower. And I want to see how well I can do with this new body.”

“You haven’t?” He almost yelps.

She stops and looks up at him. “I’ve only been fully pony for what, five days? I am totally hot for you, but I’m no slut.” She looks down. “Now, let’s see how good I am at buttons without hands.” She leans down and pulls on his jeans, she gets the button in her mouth, and he watches in fascination as she tries to use her teeth, tongue and lips to work the button loose. At first, buoyed by her initial success with the belt, she works, patiently working the button, trying to get it to back out of the hole.

“You know, maybe I should…” Joel says. He slowly brings his hands up, only to be stopped by her looking up at him, the intensity in her eyes gets him to pause. “Or maybe not.” He does use his free hands to caress her head and play with her mane a bit. Though after a few minutes, she growls and gets a good hold on his jeans before jerking her head back. The cloth tearing and exposing his boxers, and her goal hiding underneath them. She drops the torn cloth with a smile and gently pulls on the boxers, exposing his manhood, getting her to smile up at him.

“There’s what I’m looking for.” She nuzzles his half hardness. “I would have thought me talking to you would have gotten you ready to go.” She flicks out her tongue, tasting the tip for a moment. “I know you seeing me has gotten you hard, I know that smell anywhere.” She looks up at him. “Am I right?”

“Well, ahh, uh.” He stammers. Finally he looks away. “A gentleman never tells.”

She grins back at him. “Well, a lady takes of her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best.” She waggles her rear, her tail flagging high. “You can see, I’m not wearing any clothes.”

“But ponies usually don’t wear….ohhhhhh.” His words are forgotten as she brings his entire length into her mouth, and works her tongue along his shaft. He arches his back as she wraps her tongue around his length and sucks, hard.

Minutes pass as she lavishes attention on his manhood. Her ears flick, enjoying every small gasp as she nearly pulls him out of her mouth before using the tip of her tongue on the tip of his penis, she knows with this kind of nearly overstimulation, he’ll be ready quickly.

His body stiffens. “Oh God, Ch…ch…chargie…please st…I’m going to…” That’s what she was looking for, she wraps her forehooves around, pulling him closer to her as she buries her snout all the way to his pubic bone as she can feel his cock expanding in her mouth. Just a few more seconds.

“Ahhh, oh fuck…” He moans as he spasms his hips, trying to go deeper down her throat. But she’s already got all of him covered as she can feel the deep twitches, the first blast hits the back of her throat, she swallows before the second massive gob of cum erupts from his balls. She holds him close, darting her tongue around as his body keeps shooting load after load into her mouth.

Finally, his body relaxes. “Oh, wow.” He murmurs softly.

His once raging hardness is starting to subside slowly, she lets it retract as she pulls herself off of him, she leans back and puts a hoof to her stomach, rubbing it happily. “Now, that was yummy.”

“I’m so sorry, I tried to warn you, but you…” She cocks her head to the side.

“Joel, I wanted that load, I wanted to taste you, a good blowjob always has a happy ending like that.”

“But some…”

“Like to spit, but remember this, I am a pony, while we do like sweets, we also like salty.”

His eyes narrow. “So you like that flavor?”

She reaches up and kisses him gently on the cheek. “Sweetie, I loved that taste before I became a pony. Love it even more now.” His arms are around her barrel, he tightens his grip and picks her up. “Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?” His pants fall to the floor as he places her gently on her back on the desk.

“Merely returning the favor.” He kisses her cheek, then her neck, and moves slowly down her body. Though she tightens her rear legs around him, preventing him from moving.

“Please don’t.” She whispers, barely loud enough for him to hear. “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”

He struggles a bit in her grip. “Okay, can you let me go?”

That gets a giggle, and her legs tighten even further. “It’s okay, I’m strong, you can lay on me. I really want you to.” Her voice is still small. He leans forward, and ends up laying mostly on her, his head lying on her shoulder, his arms around her barrel. She breathes a deep sigh. “Yeah, that’s the ticket.”

He lies there, on top of Chargie, enjoying her rapid heartbeat along with her deep, even breaths. “You know, those pants are ruined. And the nearest replacement is at the hotel.”

She giggles. “Sorry.”

They lay there for a long time in silence, but finally he shifts a bit, lifting his head. “May I ask, why you don’t want me to reciprocate? I would really like to.”

She shudders in his grasp. “It’s so different. For twenty five years I’ve had male equipment, I’ve used it, enthusiastically for a good ten years. I've always been into guys, love to suck a good cock, feel him spasm as he came, the taste of his cum. Was just heavenly for me. I mean, yeah, I’ve had sex otherwise, both top and bottom, and I do like to be top.” She tightens her legs around him, squeezing him tightly with all four legs. “Now I’ve got this pony plot. And it’s so damned different. I mean, I’ve seen how human girls look down there, and I’m pretty sure I’m the first pony you have been with.”

He grins. “That would be correct. I didn’t even know about you ponies until Fuff started her change.”

She nods. “I’m afraid, Joel. What if you don’t like it? What if I taste weird? What if I smell wrong? You are used to humans, and I know I’m the best damned blow you’ll ever have.”

“That was most certainly the best I’ve ever received.”

“I know. Trust me, for getting a blowjob, the best is from a gay guy, we know exactly where to touch, what feels the best, and can get you off faster and longer than any girl ever could.”

“Well, it helps you are a girl now.”

She looks down at him. “I know, but rattling around in this skull is that same person that spent twenty-five years as a human male. And he’s freaked out. I’m freaked out, he’s me, Chargie, from Equestria, is me. And I have no idea what’s going to happen.” She stops, her ears flicking back and forth. “Joel, I want you inside me, I want you to rut me until both our minds explode into nothingness. I want us to pass out from too much rutting.” She waves her tail a bit, tapping on a specific part of his anatomy with it. “But you aren’t ready for round two yet.”

He nods. “I know, and with as much pleasure as you’ve given me, I wanted to return the favor, still do, in fact.”

“But it’s not a human pussy! What if…” This time she’s silenced by a finger on her lips.

“If you were worried about smell, you waving that tail of yours around has definitely let me know how you smell. And you smell delightful.” He grins. “And well, as to taste, if you taste as good as you smell, that earthy, rich, aroma. I’m quite certain that I’ll enjoy it as well.”

Her face flushes. “Are you sure?”

He nods. “And even if your juices are not ambrosia ponified, I will do my level best to give you as much pleasure as you’ve given me.”

She relaxes her body. “As if that’s possible, Joel, you just visited heaven.”

“Indeed I have, and I’m going to make sure you make the journey yourself.”

She lies there for a long time, finally she leans her head over and licks his cheek gently. “Promise?”

He grins. He starts by kissing her cheek, her legs loosen their grip as he again starts to move down her body, enjoying the thinning fur along her belly. He nuzzles her teats, enjoying the sharp gasps as she feels those intense bursts of pleasure. Though he notices she is holding her breath as he ponders the plot mere inches from his face. Every few seconds her clitoris makes an appearance as it flexes in a wink. Every time that happens, that musky, earthy smell is intentisifed. He can feel the warmth emanating from her nethers, and those smells are getting his head to swim oh so pleasantly. He gently reaches out his tongue and runs it along her dripping lips.

“Ohfuckfuckfuck!” She moans as he repeats, that strong smell is accompanied by a strong and very pleasant taste. He remembered how she had totally dived right in with pleasuring him. He wraps his arms around her rear and pulls her closer. He grins as he can feel his cock twitch in response. It’s time to reciprocate as he dives deeply into her nearly burning hot plot.

***

With a squeal of tires, Pony Air Two lands on the tarmac of the Los Angeles Air Force Base. Phoebe has finished crying out the change. Goldie, White Lightning, and Fleur were originally female and stayed female, so they tried to comfort her as best as they could. They had gotten her skirt back wrapped around her and zipped it up. Though the beginning emergence of her—his wings has been a source of celebration among the pegasi. Phoebe did take a moment to touch up his makeup, though the reshaping of the skull has made the shift all the more interesting.

“So, what do you want to be called? White Lightning says gently.

Phoebe looks at her, well, his, hands. They are getting rather stiff, and the middle finger’s nail was slowly reshaping as the other fingers were also fusing together. “I’m going to have four hooves soon, aren’t I?”

White Lightning nuzzles his cheek. “Yeah, and wings, and all the benefits of being a pegasus.” She uses a wing to ruffle the soon to be colt’s mane. “So, I’m guessing Pickle?”

“Pickle Barrel.” She blinks. “That was my name in my dream.”

“Well, we’ve got a couple of pegasi from the five twentieth to take you to your hotel, or do you want to find Barley first?”

“I want my sister.” He looks down at his clothing, the skirts is now dragging on the ground. “But…”

White Lightning looks up, gesturing with a wing. Another mare walks up to her. She’s wearing the same sort of uniform, but her fur is brilliant white with a two tone dark blue mane and tail. “This is High Winds, she’s a member of the Five Twentieth. She will stay with you, and help you find your sister.”

Pickle sniffles a bit before looking down. White Lightning uses a wing to lift his head to where he’s looking at her. “Pickle, lots of ponies had to change genders. High Winds here was a fighter pilot in the US Navy before her change. She was a he.”

Pickle’s eyes go wide. “You too?”

High Winds glances sharply at White Lightning before fixing a smile on her face. “Yeah, I was one of the ones who had the misfortune to be born on this world male.”

Pickle cocks his head to the side. “Yeah, well I was born a girl here, and now…” She stops and sighs heavily. “I’m not.”

The other ponies are quickly piling into an older SUV. White Lighting offers a bright smile, which Pickle returns, before hopping into the front passenger seat. The only human, Anthony, is driving as the vehicle’s engine roars as it accelerates. High Winds gestures to a government vehicle, “A few government cars have been modified to make it easier for ponies to drive them.” She lifts a wing up. “But you aren’t in the air yet, and I guarantee walking sucks right now because your back half is pony, and your front half isn’t all that good for walking on all fours.” She tilts her head. “Want a ride?”

Pickle blinks at the pegasus mare uncomprehendingly.

High Winds smiles and turns to the side, extending a wing and lowering it to the ground. “I’ll get you to the car, let you take a nap and finish up your change. We’ll get you in the air, and we’ll find your sister.”

***

Kerfuffle has had to step back from doing most of the fabrication work. As her transformation has progressed, her hands have become pretty much completely unusable. Though before that, she was able to get the basic design down, and set up the new 3D printer to finish up the main structure. Made of not only advanced composites, the skeleton of the new prosthetic is titanium. Her boss had insisted that not only pegasi, but earth ponies with their strength, and unicorns with their magic, would be able to use this basic design. Fuff isn’t a speedster, she wasn’t a weather pony, so no real chance to get struck by lightning, and this new design would shrug off a lightning bolt without any issue.

All three are watching the printer work. The display says nine hours until the printing is done. She looks at her hands, the fur is slowly working its way down, and she can see the muscles and bone underneath are changing with the advance of that light blue fur. She’ll be fully a pony, and only have to walk on three legs for a few hours before she can try out the new leg. She waggles her stump and sighs. Then a thought hit her. “Where’s Chargie?”

“She wandered off after we got started. She’ll be around.” One of the techs answers.

Fuff sighs and looks at her soon to be front hooves. “This sucks.” She mutters.

“Why?” The tech turns and looks at her. “You are turning into a pegasus, you are going to be able to fly! When I turn twenty-five, I hope I get a cutie mark, maybe turn into a unicorn.”

Fuff grins. “Never know.”

***

‘Melanie is no more.’ The child sized pegasus pony looked down at her journal, the little filly thought for a moment. ‘I was lucky that I remember enough of my dreams to know what to remember my name.’ Writing with her mouth wasn’t easy but at least she could still read it, “I’m Barley Barrel. I was born in a tiny town called Hope Hollow in Equestria. Beyond that, other than my brother, I have no idea about anything else.’ Looking down at the floor from the chair she sighs, ‘being small is going to be such a pain. Though being in Los Angeles, I can easily order in enough food through Uber Eats and Door Dash. And with all the restrictions that happened during the lockdowns from that damned virus, no contact delivery means exactly that. The delivery leaves the food outside my door, takes a picture and sends it to me.” Looking at the door she sighs, “I’ll have to figured out the wing assisted jump so I can open the door of the hotel room.’
Closing the journal, Barley flops on her back and stretches out on her bed, her tummy is full. Beside her a large 2 liter bottle of pop she’s been nursing is still half full. She’s got plenty to drink. While she knows the situation is temporary, that contemplation is for the vague future. Jet Streams and Drizzle had left a few hours before. They had mentioned something about Pickle Barrel being in New York, but they didn’t know the details. She would normally idly play on her phone in circumstances like this, but the screen doesn’t respond to hoof taps. And she’s not good enough to use her nose on it to get past the lock screen. So, not much more for her to do at the moment other than take a nap. Though as her mind gets fuzzy, she thinks that taking naps sounds like a pegasus specialty.

Her head pops up at the sound of a knock on her door. She frowns, she hadn’t ordered food or anything in a while. “Drizzle?” She calls out, though any reply is too muffled for her to make it out from the bed. She groans and rolls off the bed before trotting to the door. She stops for a moment, zeroing in on the handle that’s way too high for a foal of her stature. She unconsciously waggles her rear as she gets ready, before tensing her rear legs and jumping as she uses her small wings. Success! She latches onto the handle with both forehooves. Her weight pulls down the handle and she braces a hoof on the door jamb. She grunts as she pulls the door open and slithers her body into the gap. She drops to the floor and shoulders the door fully open before she’s impacted by a furry missile.

“Barley! Ohmygosh, it is you.” Both foals tumble several times into the hotel room, Barley ending up on her back with an identical face nuzzling her nose.

Barley blinks a few time, then she gasps loudly. “Pickle!” She nuzzles her brother and hugs him tightly with all four hooves.

“I think I’m gonna get a tooth ache.” Comes the voice of High Winds as she sits down next to the two foals. They both look up at her with identical expressions. “Well, our guesses were right.”

Barley blinks a few times at the taller pony. “Guesses?”

Pickle nods. “Well, it all started when I called ICE to report my changing, I’m a British subject, you see, and the US wants us to report such changes to them. And the agent said that they had an American Airlines flight attendant changing too. And I talked to White Lightning, and she was able to arrange a flight on Pony Air, and then I was really tired so High Winds let me sleep on a cloud with her. She thought since I was mostly pony with my wings starting to grow, I’d be able to cloud walk, and I was! You have no idea how soft and comfortable clouds are for sleeping! But once I was fully pony, she brought me to you! And I have my sister back!”

Barley hugs Pickle tightly. “We have each other back.” She turns to look at High Winds. “Thank you for taking care of my brother.”

The two foals looked at each other, then slowly began circling, examining each-other’s mane, tail, and bodies, before Pickle pipes up, "It's like were twins, you can tell we're related."

"Yeah ‘cept for gender difference were pretty much identical."

Pickle squeezes his rear legs together. "Ugh, don't remind me, at least you got to stay a girl."

Barley wags her tail "Yeah, lucky huh?"

Pickle grumbles, "Yeah, lucky."

"What? It’s my fault you’re a boy?"

"Well if you hadn't cut me of when I was zigging!"

Barley flattens her ears stepping in front of Pickle, "You shouldn't have been zigging though, we needed to get to the trees fast."

"Those were pro evasion moves, and you got in the way."

Pushing his muzzle against Barley's the two foals growl at each other for a moment.

Blinking Barley start to laugh and hugs Pickle tight, "Oh my god, okay, we must be related, you're definitely my brother." Pickle laughs as well, "I guess, sis. For some reason I just remembered us crashing into each other trying to escape."

"I think that happened to us more often than not."

"Probably," Pickle says then sits, "I wonder which one of us is older."

"Me of course."

"How do you figure?"

"Cuz I started to change first."

"Oh come on, like that tells which of us was born first as a pony."

"Doesn't matter, I'm older, so you’re the little brother."

High Winds just sits there, watching the two siblings bicker, a big smile on her face. Then both of them stop, turning to High Winds with wide eyes. “Kerfuffle.” Barley barely whispers.

“We need to find her, we were with her when we got caught by Discord.” Pickle picks up.

“Will you help us find her?” They say in unison.

High Winds blinks a few times. “Why did I sign up for this?” She whispers. Louder, she says. “Sure, kids. We’ll find her.”