If you were to tell me two years ago that I would become a super sexy anthropomorphic unicorn in a world filled with mythological creatures, magic, and nudists? I would have laughed in your face before contacting the local authorities about a potential sex offender stalking the streets. Now though? I would give you a deep kiss on the lips for predicting one of the most amazing adventures I'll ever have. Well, once I've gotten over the fact that every single pony was a hermaphrodite. That little detail made it impossible to keep a straight face for a few weeks. Not to mention every mare that I've met after I transformed from Human to Pony keeps hitting on me. It was really jarring and strange, to say the least.
I'm not going to bitch and complain about the loss of my Humanity. Doing so would be completely pointless. The reason being is that Humanity is far more than just our physical traits. What makes a Human, well, Human, is his spirit, his will, his drive to build, create, and destroy. A human thrives in the face of adversity. We laugh at the concept of our absolute destruction. We dominate everyone and everything that gets in our way. When I become a Unicorn, I didn't lose any of that. In fact, now that I can use magic. My Human nature became far stronger than it once was. The term: "A wolf in sheep's clothing," doesn't do enough justice to what I became.
That's not to say that I instantly became a God at Magic overnight. Quite the contrary, but not to the point that I completely suck at magic. Only certain types of magic.
When I began my remedial magic lessons with my roommate Trixie Lulamoon, the concept of Magical Affinities cropped up eventually, and we covered it in great detail. For most Unicorns, their Affinity is usually directly tied to their Cutie Mark. Trixie's Mark is a blue wand with a star and a whispy aura. Her mark means that she is good with Illusion and Arcane magic, and she uses both for her magic shows. The Illusion Affinity is self-explanatory, as it has to do with the manipulation of the physical world and the mind. The Arcane Affinity, however, deals with pure and wild magica. In other words: She can convert all types of magical energy into another form, as well as use Universal Magic—like Telekinesis and Teleportation—with ease.
My Cutie Mark; a tribal-style crescent moon meant...something. Trixie had no clue what my Affinities were until after we bought this orb-thingy meant for parents to learn what school of magic their foal would be good in. After an extremely awkward walk back to our apartment, (cause everyone we walked passed was naked), we used the Orb of Destiny! And Trixie promptly fainted.
Apparently, (after Trixie fainted three more times), the Orb of Destiny says I have Affinities for Illusion, Arcane, and Lunarmancy. The last one was the reason Trixie fainted so many times. As it turns out, Dream Magic is one of the rarest types of magic in the world. Keyword being: One. The other five were Harmoniamancy, Auramancy, Sanctamancy, Chronomancy, and Caelmancy. Harmony, Life, Holy, Time, and Space respectively.
So, in layman's terms; I can enter, manipulate, and alter dreams. Even use the Dream Realm to travel anywhere in the world. I know that sounds philosophically abstract, not to mention I can enter the mind of anyone in the world without a challenge so long as they're asleep, and give them the best or worst dreams Humanity could create. It's legal MIND MAGIC! But I have no clue how to use it, and there is no one in the world that can teach me. So fuck my life.
I kinda' wish I got something more useful, like Elemental or Conjuration, but I guess I can settle for Invisibility and Teleportation. So, that's alright in my books. After all, once I learn both, I plan on doing things that only a Human can come up with. Hehe.
Anyway, I'm assuming you are wondering why I'm even talking about magic in the first place? To be honest, there isn't much to talk about. The first two months of my life here in Equestria was spent inside a cave hiding in fear. My fear is both justified and unjustified according to Human standards. The stigma that encountering alien life meant instant vivisections, probes, and kinky tentacle sex. So when I saw ponies for the first time after waking up in the middle of Grand Central Park in Manehatten, my first instinct was to run for my life and hide from the government. And it was unjustified because ponies saw all life as sacred and would have treated me like an endangered species; giving me anything and everything needed for a safe and comfortable life. Well, until I turned into a pony. Then I was stuffed with all the other deadbeats in Equestria. So no operating tables for me! Yay!
Though, I didn't learn the last part until after I met Trixie.
After my freak out and immediate self-removal of the city through the sewers. I found a cave in the forest by the town of Hollow Shades. There, I lived using the survival skills I obtained through many summers of camping. Real camping. None of that RV motel campsite crap. After finding my new home, I began raiding the small town for a few things the residents wouldn't miss, and I scavenged the forest for the shockingly earthlike plants and animals for food and medicine.
After a few raids, I learned how technologically advanced the ponies were. I was deeply disappointed. Their most advanced fields of science were the Music Industry, Trains, Bathrooms, and the Adult Industry. The Music, Bathroom, and Adult Industries were all on the same level as Earth's. The Locomotives, on the other hand, just left steam power for magic.
I don't know why I thought Equestria would be hyper-advanced when it comes to technology in comparison to Earth. Maybe because I thought they were the ones that kidnapped me with some mysterious power? Of course, I'm talking about magic or some form of Quantum Wormhole Generator, but after talking to Trixie about that kind of Teleportation. I can confidently say now I was blatantly wrong in my assumptions. That's not to say it wasn't impossible to travel to other worlds. There are a couple of portals scattered throughout the world of Equis that are capable of that. But finding my own is practically impossible.
And want to know the major reason why it's impossible for me to return home? I'm a Unicorn; forever tied to the magic of Equis for the rest of my life, and if I leave for a world where magic doesn't exist. I could die from spiritual and magical decay. That's why. (Also because I would be stuck in a lab for the rest of my life as well, but that was the least of my worries with all the bad things that could have happened to me back on my home planet.) My only chance of returning home was through Princess Celestia of Equestria, but only if I remained Human. Those two months in hiding in fear effectively killed all chances of going back to Earth. A fact I've been a little bummed out about for a while.
I guess I should start talking about something interesting again. How about my transformation? That's something worth hearing about. I know Trixie found it amusing to listen too.
So, there I was, sitting in my cave eating rabbit and vegetable soup. Rain poured heavily outside. I could hear thunder rolling in the distance. I let out a sorrowful sigh as I sat closer to the fire I made to keep warm. I haven't showered since the last rainstorm, but it was too early in the afternoon to attempt such a feat.
My mind, filled with worry for my survival, began to get hazy; like a numb static clouding all my senses. Panic began to show its head again. I thought I ate something rancid and immediately tried to empty my stomach before I could die of food poisoning. That's when I notice something horrifically wrong.
I lost my gag reflex. No, seriously, it was gone completely. Before I became a pony, my gag reflex was insanely sensitive. A single finger to the back of my throat would cause instant projectile vomiting. Spicy food of any kind would send me to the bathroom, same with overly sugary food. So when I stuck my finger down my throat, nothing happened. When I stuck my spoon down my throat, it only tickled a bit. Even shoving an eight-inch carrot completely down my throat couldn't make me vomit. In fact, (and I wouldn't admit this to Trixie cause she would make sexual innuendo after sexual innuendo to tease me), but having something long down my gullet felt really, really, good.
With panic in full swing, I grabbed the box of table salt I stole the other night, opened it, and tried to gulp as much as I could to eject the poison. That method worked thankfully, but the pain of puking my stomach out my face fucking sucked.
Once I was done expelling my lunch, the haze vanished. I let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the cave wall with my hand on my chest over my beating heart. That's when I knew something else was wrong. Looking down to see what my hand was resting on, my mind, body, and soul froze.
There, on my chest, were two, large, breasts. They were easily G-cup(7 inches from the chest) size, perky, perfectly shaped, and they were firm. I blinked, trying to comprehend how I grew two amazing boobs in a matter of seconds. I couldn't believe it. So, just to make sure they were real, I took off my vomit covered shirt and gave my nipples a light tug. A moan of pleasure escaped my lips, followed by a shriek of terror, then passing out for a few hours.
When I returned to the land of the living, I still had boobs. I tested if they were real by squeezing them, and a groan of delight filled the cave. They were real, very, very, real. After my little test, the smell of vomit made itself known. Remembering what transpired a few hours ago, I began cleaning the mess that I made. Thankfully, it was still raining outside, which meant I didn't need to run to the river for some water. I filled a bucket, and with some soap, I stole. I began the gross task of cleaning as much of my puke from the mossy, stone floor.
With the worst of the mess I've made cleaned up, I had to tend to my own needs. I couldn't help but cringe at that thought now that I had a pair of breasts. The sudden intense feeling of even touching my melons was capable of causing my entire body to shudder with pleasure, and it made taking my shirt off very difficult. Each cotton fiber rubbed against my nipples perfectly. There was just enough tug to lift them, and soft enough to feel like cloudy velvet when doing so. The pressure from my really tight, (and oddly form-fitting shirt), didn't help my fears about my newly acquired organs all that much either.
Now, back then I wasn't worried about my body transforming into the local population. Deductive reasoning made it quite clear that one of three possibilities would happen to me in a world run by magic. The first and the most simple is that I would die; that the magic of the world would reject me and kill me in the process. The second one had me keep my Humanity and I would either gain the ability to use magic or not be able to use it at all. And the third had me transformed into a Pony. My hypothesis was fairly simple in concept, and it was missing crucial details needed to explain the complete rewrite of my genetic code, but it helped rationalized my current situation.
Of course, this was all theory. Humans only understood magic as something mythological and scientifically impossible. I was no different, but I'd like to think real magic was out there, somewhere; giving Elves, Dwarves, Dragons, and many other fantastical races powers and abilities that defied every rule in physics. Though, after witnessing real magic for this first time. It killed the majesty of the concept a bit for me.
I'm rambling. Sorry about that.
Back to the topic of my breasts: I came to the eventual conclusion that my physical body was trying to adapt to my new world. I had to come to terms with this as soon as possible, because if I didn't. Suicide, self-harm, and other unhealthy thoughts would start entering my consciousness. Self-preservation of Identity is an extremely powerful motivator for Humans. It can force us to do things out of desperation to protect our ego at all costs. If I couldn't accept what was happening to me, I probably would have kidnapped someone from Hollow Shades or Manehatten to stop the transformation from happening. Which, according to Trixie, would have killed me.
I sat in the rain, wearing only my birthday suit. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I forced my inner voice to acknowledge what was happening to me and accept it. My subconscious fought back of course, however. I was a rational person. So it didn't stand much of a chance. I let out a choked sob, throwing my head back as I did so to glare at the heavens in sorrow. First I lost my friends, my family, my home, my world. Now I was losing my self, even if it was only my physical body. All the anger, pain, regret, and sorrow flowed out of my body in the form of a truly monstrous scream of anguish. Lightning flashed, thunder exploded, the wind raged against my bare skin, making the rain feel as though it was shredding my body with icy claws. Then, as quickly as my anger came, it vanished, and I felt relieved. It was as if a heavy burden fell from my shoulders; like there was a weight I was carrying for all my life, and with it gone. I can finally move forward towards a brighter future.
And to add dramatic effect: The sky did, in fact, open up enough to allow a ray of moonlight to shine upon me. It felt warm, welcoming even, and I embraced the light of the moon with my lonely heart. It was in that moment that I had an epiphany: "That no matter how lost and alone I was in the world. During my darkest moments or brightest. The Moon will always be there for me. And I will do the same."
Trixie claims that this moment was how I earned my Cutie Mark, which I didn't believe for the longest time. (Nine months to be exact.) I thought all ponies had their tramp-stamps since birth, cause I woke up with mine when I finished my transformation. It wasn't until I saw a filly got her mark while selling lemonade in Grand Central Park that I believed her.
I'm off tangent again, aren't I? Back to the story.
After my epiphany, I got out of the rain, dried myself off with a towel I borrowed from a random clothesline in Hollow Shades, (it was pink with sunflowers on it by the way), and sat by the fire for warmth. Once I was comfortable again, I began making sure that my personality wasn't going to be erased to match my new physical appearance.
I began creating a mantra for me to recite if I ever felt my ego disappearing from my self-altering mind. Of course, I didn't think it would actually work. My brain chemistry had to adjust to the sudden over-production of estrogen in my system. Followed by my genetic code being altered to match the native population. Not to mention all the unique alterations that would happen over the next couple of days. The odds of keeping my original personality was insanely low because the neuropathways in my brain would need to change as well to accommodate my transformation, but I still had to try.
For the rest of the night until I passed out by the fire. I recited my mantra. Praying to the Creator to protect my mind from having my thoughts, memories, and feelings from being overwritten.
The next morning, I felt...wrong. It's as if my entire lower body suddenly changed its shape overnight. Not only that but the monster in between my legs was fully erect, and when I mean "monster." I'm talking about the eighteen-inch, girthy, horse shlong pitching the biggest tent I've ever seen. I had to clear my eyes a few times cause I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I mean, I was a proud ten due to my Native-Hungarian heritage, but gaining another six inches and almost triple the thickness wasn't something I was expecting to happen to me at all.
Moving past my Rod of Ages, (literally in this case), I saw the other problems with my lower body. Mainly the fact that my legs were now digitigrade, and I now had hooves instead of feet. Another thing I've noticed that changed was my body shape. No longer did I have my skinny string-bean runners build from working construction during high school, and having a medically diagnosed hyper-active high-metabolism. Now I had the perfect hourglass body with jaw-dropping childbearing hips, a sexy heart-shaped, plump-but-firm ass, and pleasantly thick thighs with legs that go on for days.
'My sisters would sacrifice their souls to have a body like mine,' was the first thought in my head seeing the body of a literal Sex Goddess that I now owned. Shaking my head from shock, I returned to my massive cock waving in the breeze and forced it back to sleep. I would have taken care of it by making beef jerky, but I wasn't in the mood even if Reginald the Penetrator was.
After thinking extremely unsexy thoughts that forced my dick to go back into its brand new sheath. I began my morning routine while checking to see if my personality took some damage. It kinda' did? To explain it in detail is difficult, even for me. It's like trying to describe how a eunuch from birth suddenly got their sex drive back and had it turned up to eleven. Okay, that's a bad example without some context. In order for it to make sense. I'll need to explain where it comes from first.
I grew up with four sisters and one younger brother. My sisters when growing up loved to tease my brother and me with anything and everything sexual. From their clothes to their bodies, they did everything in their power to make us blush and squirm like little alter boys that just learned the "Birds and the Bees." And not from the Priest.
For years this went on, causing me and my brother to become gradually immune to anything forbidden and naughty. My brother grew out of that immunity when he hit puberty while I held on to it. Of course, that doesn't mean I never got hard. That still happened but only when I was in the "mood" as it were. But it was still very difficult. Now though? My immunity disappeared to wherever my gag reflex went. How do I know this? Well, whenever I touched something that stimulated my body in any way, shape, or form. My Johnson would begin erecting a monument in my name.
I understood that this was due to the estrogen in my body, as it acts as an emotional amplifier under the right conditions. But seriously! One moment, I'm feeling scared about all the changes happening to my body, then ashamed, followed by guilt, embarrassment, curiosity, lust, then back to scared! This endless loop of emotional distress kept me in a constant state of arousal. And it's fucking annoying! My dick would not go down no matter what I did to relieve it! I even tried masturbating, but after seeing the literal liter of cum I pumped out. It only made it worse!
The worst part of my new body had to be my voice. Not that there was anything wrong with it, quite the contrary. It was smooth, silky, and so fucking sexy. I think I could make a girl cream herself just by whispering in her ear, but that's not the problem. No, the problem was the fact I regained my lisp I spent years with a Speech Therapist to get rid of! Now I'm back to pronouncing all my "Th's and S's" as "Z's" again! Also, I can't say my "H's" anymore either. Do you want to know why that's a bad thing?
Because not only am I starting to look like a Sex Goddess, but I'm starting to sound like one too thanks to my stupid half-french, half-german accent! That's why! There is no way I'm going to hold onto my virginity card with how casual sex is in Equestria!
I know that sounds really dumb, wanting to keep your virginity in a land where everyone treats sex like water. So think of it this way: Your girlfriend or wife is allowed to fuck anyone they want without repercussion, even foals. In fact, it's socially acceptable! I don't want to find out that I accidentally screwed some girls wife or have them screw me! That's something I promised my father and myself I'd never do. And a man, (or soon to be Tranny), is only worth the promises they keep.
So no sex for me unless I know nothing is shady, (by my own moral codes), is going on. Now, as for how I knew how sex is treated in Equestria back then? From a book, I borrowed from the library in Hollow Shades a few days before my transformation began called: "Equestria's Guide to Foreign Culture by Culture Shock," that's how.
I think I spent the entire day after giving up trying to keep my dick down reading that book. In my mind, I told myself that, "if I was turning into a pony, I should at least know the culture I was going to join, and how to avoid insulting the natives in their homeland." Though, when I said it out loud to myself, it sounded like, "if I waz' turning into a pony, I zould' at leazt' know zee' culture I waz' going to join, and ow' to avoid inzulting' zee' nativez' in zeir' 'omeland."
Why couldn't I grow up with parents with a normal English accent? Dad was Cree but grew up in a German-speaking household while my half-Hungarian half-French mom grew up speaking French. Stupid bullies and stupid siblings.
I went to sleep after I finished the book and a couple of cans of soup. The book itself was a bit enlightening about Equestria's society and how it functions. I think the only thing I have to worry about in regards to offending anyone had to be my dick. It's considered poor manners and bad taste to walk around town as stiff as a board. Not to mention doing so pretty much signaled I was a willing slut that wanted to be fucked by anyone and everyone, anywhere and everywhere. So investing in some pants, (or a chastity belt), sounded like a good idea for the time being. That is if I can find pants or a chastity belt in a country full of nudists. Getting around might be hard, (no pun intended), for a little while.
When I woke up again, I had a tail. I had a blindingly pure-white equine tail. It was so cartoonishly white. It looked like the entire spectrum of color disappeared behind my tail. That's how white it was. Also, I now how equine ears, and my once dark-brown hair now matched the color of my tail. Aside from the sudden sensation of my ears, nothing notable happened that day.
The day after, however, something interesting happened, and it came in the form of a rather violent sneeze. The sneeze in question happened while fiddling with my hair. By fiddling, I mean brushing, cause it grew down to my lower back while I slept. (It was already past my shoulders before I left Earth.) My face explosion sent the brush I was using, (my own from Earth), into the air. When it came back down, it collided with something hard and sensitive on my head. The instinctive wince made me grip the long, hard, thing attached to my forehead, which allowed another feminine squeak to erupt from my lips.
I had another mini-freakout at the discovery of the brand new horn jutting out from the top of my head. And not an, "oh my god please kill me" freakout either, but an, "oh my god I get magic" freakout.
I was a very happy transforming Human at the discovery. To make things even better, I had a beginners guide to Unicorn magic I borrowed from the Library as well. (Mostly out of curiosity.) So want to know what I did for the rest of that particular day? Magic baby! Fireballs, Ice Spears, Void Spheres, Lightning Bolts for everybody!
Okay, that didn't quite happen. The most I could do until I met Trixie was light up my horn in my dark magenta aura, and make objects twitch with my pitiful Telekinesis. There defiantly wasn't any declarations of world domination from my cave, swearing, explosions, or screams of agony. I'll fight anyone who claims otherwise!
My final day of being Human ended with discovering that I had a slit between my balls and my asshole. It cemented the change was going to be a permanent one. I mean, fuck that was depressing. Even earlier in the day when dark ash-blue fur began growing all over my body, my mind couldn't understand just how thorough my transformation was going to be.
On the one hand, only a few of my mental inhibitions were destroyed like my libido, my jaded, cynical personality, and my speech, (Though that last one was mostly due to the fact my tongue was longer, and my face was turning into a muzzle.), that I could handle being turned into a Human-Pony hybrid. I didn't mind those changes if my ego was kept intact.
On the other hand, I lost my Human appearance. I became a hermaphrodite. I became a Unicorn pony of all things, and if my theory was correct. Once the transformation was complete, I'll never be able to return home even if I found a way. Those changes were the ones that bothered me to no end and filled me with denial. I began to truly flip-the-fuck out in my cave.
And it only took seeing, feeling, and experiencing a vagina to make me realize that I was, without a doubt, becoming a pony.
The next morning on July 18th: 998 C.E. I was a Unicorn. I stood seven-feet-two-inches tall, (without my eight-inch horn), hourglass body, had perfectly shaped, perfectly perky G-cup breasts, and had an eighteen-inch dick easily thicker than a coke can. My fur was light ash-blue, my mane and tail are now a visibly impossible pure-white, and my once dark-brown eyes are now a dark magenta; the same color as my magical aura. And I had two white thigh tattoos in the shape of a tribal-style crescent moon.
The last of my Humanity belonged to all the stuff that I was carrying when I woke up in Equestria which included; my cell phone, camping gear, solar charger, toiletries, doom-case, (something I'll never tell anyone about), and my fishing gear.
I spent several hours staring at the picture of my former self on my cell phone, heartbroken at how different I looked now. I wondered if I were to return home, regardless of how I looked, would my family recognize me? Doubtful, not without proof anyway. Sure they would accept me with open arms if I could, but not without the governments say so.
I put my phone down after taking a picture of my new body and began packing up all the things I didn't steal. I made plans on how I was going to integrate into Equestria society halfway through my transformation. Most of it involved going back to school as a foreign pony born in one of the many countries around the world. Prance was an easy one to choose from, but it was too obvious if you know what I mean. So I picked the Griffin Empire, specifically Obsidian Shore from a Geography book I borrowed from the library. Obsidian Shore was a port town with a large presence of prench ponies, dragons, and griffins. Lots of people come and go there due to the active volcano a few miles away, making it the perfect place to want to move away from.
Going back to school was going to be a drag. I finished high school at the age of sixteen after skipping two grades. The Equestrian Guide to Foreign Culture said getting my General Adult Diploma at an Adult Campus and doing a minimum of six months of taxable work is all I need for my citizenship. Aside from getting my Equestria citizenship, learning History and Magic were the only things worthwhile if I attended an Equestrian Adult Campus. It's still a fucking drag though.
The only thing I would need to worry about is a job. I did construction, had my journeymen's even. This job was mostly to pay for college, and it paid well, but I have no clue if there was a company hiring in that particular field. I could do...okay, all my skills involved construction aside from the year I did doing post-secondary psychology. Getting a job might be a little difficult for me, but I'll settle for anything at this point.
Yes, even an Escort. Not a prostitute.
I have some standards.
The final part of my plan was getting an apartment with a roommate. Why a roommate? Cause we could split the rent, that's why. If I couldn't find one, however, then I'll settle living alone if I can find a cheap enough apartment. What does this plan inevitably lead to? A decent future in Equestria if everything works out. I just got to play my cards right.
After I finished packing my stuff and was about to sneak back to Hollow Shades to return the books I borrowed. (Yes, borrowed. I left a note saying I would return them eventually.) The first wrench of my plan slapped me across the face.
That wrench came in the form of a frazzled, soot-covered, soft-blue, six-foot-ten-inches, Unicorn with a messy light-blue and silver-blue mane and tail, and judging the bulge underneath her skin-tight spandex outfit. Her shaft was around sixteen-inches, and her bust was easily F-cup. Her seven-inch horn was charred and smoking. Her violet eyes looked tired and annoyed. Plus, she was soaking wet. At least she wore clothes—if you count thigh-high collared black leg and arm stockings, black and silver hoof coverings, matching diamond loincloth, and a stomachless corset that barely covered her breasts—CLothes. She also wore a stylish, starry cape and wizard hat as well, but those didn't matter all that much.
She noticed me after taking a few steps into my cave and stared at me in complete shock. After a few seconds of awkward silence. I politely introduced myself.
"Um...this cave is taken? Please find another one?"
Author's Note
Here's a pic of Trixie - ART
This is going to be my first ever clop fic. I hope you like it. Let me know if there are any mistakes.