With Precocious Pony Predilections
“My liege,” the royal guard, a pegasus stallion, announced as he trotted into the throne room, his golden armor gleaming in the light cast by the stained glass windows. Approaching the lone princess, high upon her dais, he bowed, stooping low in prostration before her.
“Yes lieutenant?” Celestia softly asked, a demure smile upon her lips as she looked down upon her loyal subject.
“We’ve captured the aberration, Ma’am. What are your orders?” the stallion asked, unwilling, or unable, to look upon the diarch.
The alicorn’s features grew cold, what warmth they’d held quickly fleeing as she realized exactly what, or, to be specific, whom, the guard spoke of. “Bring him to me,” she flatly stated.
“As you wish,” the stallion responded, righting himself and banging a hoof to his cuirass. Giving the princess a salute, he crisply turned, trotting back in the direction from whence he’d come. The only sounds in the room were those of hooves upon the polished marble floor as he departed.
Celestia simply waited, dwelling upon the situation which had unfolded over the past month. Several weeks ago a man, a human, had appeared near Appleloosa. He’d been in a terrible state, confused and belligerent as he wandered about aimlessly. According to the reports, he’d, as the farmers described, ‘tipped his silly hat, inhaling smoke from some small, mechanical device before uttering the words “M’lady” and collapsed onto the dusty red soil’. At first, everypony had assumed he was merely delirious from exposure but, after a hearty meal and plenty of rest, his eccentricities had only grown worse.
Anon, as the human called himself, had no recollection of how he’d wound up in Equestria. Even Discord, while aware of his arrival, insisted he’d played no part in the matter. Celestia, along with her sister and Princess Twilight, had even paid him a visit shortly after he was discovered. Curiously, he’d admitted to knowing about Equestria, or some version of it, as a fantasy show in his world. Upon pressing him on the matter, they’d discovered that Anon held rather detailed information of several crucial events which had transpired in recent history. Twilight’s ascension to an alicorn, the invasion of the Storm King, Queen Chrysalis’s failed attempts at overthrowing their society, he knew it all. Moreover, he was privy to intimate knowledge on several ‘characters’, as he called them. The man insisted that Rainbow Dash, the Element of Loyalty, was, as he put it, ‘best pony’. To make matters worse, he seemed to hold several, rather strong feelings towards certain citizens or events; for example, Anon would routinely address Luna as ‘best princess’ while disrespectfully referring to Celestia as ‘Sunbutt’. Although somewhat amusing at first, the problems only grew worse as time passed.
The princesses had agreed that, until they discovered a way to send him home, allowing him to integrate in their society was the best option. Under Twilight’s watchful eye, they’d furnished him an apartment in Ponyville and even procured him employment at Sweet Apple Acres. Try as they might though, Anon made their job more and more difficult. He’d often call out from work, citing his asthma and claiming he was ill-equipped for manual labor. The man would also unabashedly make passes at mares on a regular basis. When confronted about this latter issue, he cast the blame upon the ponies themselves, asserting that he couldn’t help himself because, ‘they are too perfect’. As the weeks had passed, multiple ponies had voiced their concerns to Twilight, expressing just how uncomfortable the human had been making them with his advances and seemingly random ramblings about how ‘out of character’ certain townsfolk were. Something had to be done.
The princesses, with the assistance of Star Swirl, had devised a rather cunning plan. Since Anon couldn’t, or wouldn’t, assimilate into their society as a human, perhaps he could do so as a pony. Celestia desperately hoped that this would solve their problem, at least until a more permanent solution could be found.
A sudden clamoring from the opposite end of the chamber shook Celestia from her thoughts. There, through the doorway, a quartet of guards dragged a rather large, thrashing sack, from which flowed an endless stream of colorful expletives. Knitting her brow, the princess looked to the lieutenant who’d returned to lead the procession. “Was all of this really necessary?” she asked, more than a little concerned at the seemingly rough handling of their guest.
“I’m afraid so Ma’am,” the stallion muttered. “It seems as though he was under the impression that he’d been summoned by Luna. Upon being informed that your highness was the one who’d called for an audience with him, he flew into a rage, ranting about how he wouldn’t need to see the...ahem…’useless princess’,” he explained, shamefully averting his gaze from the astral alicorn. “His words, not mine, I assure you Ma’am.”
Celestia shook her head, already dreading this confrontation. Luna had offered to help but, upon discovering a cache of pictures and salacious writings about her in Anon’s possession via his landlord’s snooping, her sister had insisted on handling the matter personally. “Release him,” she commanded.
The guards dropped the writhing bag, allowing the human to scramble forth. “Get your hooves off me you damn, dirty horses!” he spat, whirling in place and eyeing his captors. Upon turning, his eyes locked upon the princess on her throne. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Sunbutt,” he jeered contemptuously, “to what do I owe this honor?”
“Anon, I trust you’re doing well?” Celestia asked politely. Surely, there’d be no harm in attempting to start this meeting on a civil note.
“Well, besides being shanghaied by a bunch of your goons, and your land’s galling lack of internet, not terrible,” he responded, dusting himself off as he took a step forward.
“And how have your endeavors with the townsfolk proceeded?” the alicorn pressed.
“Oh, you know, just fine, besides the fact that they’re a bunch of prudes who don’t want anything to do with a human,” the man bemoaned, his frustration evident. Try as he might, he’d yet to catch the eye of a single mare. Even with is encyclopedic knowledge of their culture, anatomy, and history, all of his pursuits had been in vain. His compliments, offers to wine and dine them, and all of his chivalrous attempts had failed spectacularly. Sure, he might be a little overweight and, even in the human world, his social skills hadn’t been the sharpest, but things were supposed to be different here! He couldn’t keep himself from peering at the beautiful creatures as they sauntered about, their pastel posteriors bared for all to see! He’d thought that maybe Lyra, if nopony else, would be interested, given her predilections for the anthropological, but nay, even she’d turned him down; several times, in fact. “Anyways, what’d you bring me here for? And before you ask, no, I’m not gonna shovel pancakes in my face with you,” he added, crossing his arms defiantly.
The alicorn took a deep breath, calming her nerves for a moment before continuing. “Anon, we may have a solution to your little predicament,” she explained.
“We? You mean Twilight, right? Because we all know she’s how you deal with anything even remotely serious,” Anon goaded, “except the desert buffet.”
The biting comment, coupled by the stifled chuckle from one of the guards, did nothing to curry Celestia’s favor. “Oh no, this was my idea, and I’m sure it’ll work,” the alicorn mused, making a mental note to berate the offending stallion for his impertinence.
“Right, just like how you thought it was a good idea to visit that alternate dimension and fall in love with Sombra,” the human admonished, a smug grin upon his face. If Sunbutt didn’t think he knew all about her fuckups, she was sadly mistaken. Did he have anything better to do right now? No, not really. But being dragged off to entertain the royal cake eater was the last thing he’d wanted to deal with today. His pompous reverie, however, was cut short as the princess slammed one hoof down to the floor, her horn igniting like a star as her magic flung the doors of the chamber closed.
“You little bastard,” Celestia growled, storming down from her throne. Nopony, save for a small handful, knew anything about her tragic affair with the kindhearted Sombra from another world; it was the source of her greatest regret, even more so than banishing Luna to the moon for a millennia, and she would not have this indigent man speak to her in such a tone. In short, she was absolutely pissed.
“What? Did I touch a nerve?” Anon muttered, trying to withhold a bold front in the face of the livid demigod.
“Guards,” the alicorn coldly stated, looking to each of her praetorians, “none of this is to leave this room, or else.” Rounding on the human, her eyes narrowed. “And you, you impudent little mongrel, I’ve had just about enough of your shit,” she snarled.
It was at that moment, Anon knew, he’d fucked up. At no point had he ever heard of Celestia cursing before. She’d always been regal and dignified, abstaining from such foul language. He gulped as the princess leaned in close, bringing her muzzle to his ear.
“Nopony will ever believe a word you say after this,” Celestia hissed, her mauve eyes boring into him, “not after I’m through with you.”
“W...what are you going to do to me?” Anon stammered. Jezus, he had no idea the princess could be this intimidating.
“I’ve decided that it’s in your best interest, and ours for that matter, that you get to experience our society as one of us,” the alicorn intoned, turning her back on the man and taking several steps away.
“So, wait, you’re going to turn me into a pony?!” the human blurted, his mind racing at the implications of such an act. “I...I don’t wanna be a pony! Sure, you guys are cute as hell but, god damn it, I like my fingers and toes!” he protested. Fishing into his pocket, he produced his odd little contraption, shaking it furiously at the alabaster princess. “How in the hell can I vape if I don’t have thumbs?!?” he shouted.
“None of my concern,” Celestia apathetically replied. “Now, stand still,” she whispered, turning to face him as her horn began to glow.
“Now, wait just a damn minute! Don’t I get a trial or Ach!!!” Anon’s objection came to a fleeting end as he was blasted with a tsunami of iridescent energy. Whatever was happening, it didn’t hurt; or, at least, he didn’t think it did. In truth, he blacked out the moment he was enveloped by the alicorn’s spell-craft.
Celestia magnified her power, the culmination of her might focusing on the man as she set her magic in motion. Though the strain of transmogrifying one creature into the form of another wasn’t easy, moving celestial bodies on a daily basis was far more difficult. She watched as Anon, a faint silhouette against her blinding might, collapsed to the floor, his form shifting and shrinking as she continued her work. In a matter of minutes, she’d completed the act of sorcery. The light from her horn faded, leaving her, and the guards present, to gasp in awe at what had, only a few moments ago, been a human.
There, on the floor, lay a small green earth filly with short, black, unkempt mane and tail. Her, formerly his, clothes lay draped over her small frame. Something must have gone awry. True, the princess had intended to transform him into a pony, but instead of a fully grown stallion, he’d somehow been altered into a young mare. In the grand scheme of things, it mattered little. Anon would have to adapt now, regardless of his age or gender.
“W...wha…” the green filly groaned, drunkenly opening her eyes as she surveyed her surroundings. As she went to stand, she stumbled, crashing down atop the heap of clothing below her. Glancing down, her jaw dropped; where once had been a pair of hands, now sat two hooves. Frantically looking about, practically thrashing in her garments, stark realization finally took hold. She craned her neck downward, inspecting her underbelly as a sinking feeling of dread crept over her. “You turned me into a filly?!” she bellowed, trying, and failing, to lunge at the diarch. ‘Fuck, I sound like I swallowed a squeaky toy,’ Anon lamented internally.
“And, from the looks of it, a cute one,” Celestia chuckled, pleased with the unexpected turn of events.
“Oh, you bitch,” Anon grumbled, freeing herself from her pants and unsteadily getting to her hooves. Strangely, the action came rather naturally to her, perhaps a byproduct of the transformation and newly formed equine brain. “I’m gonna reveal all your secrets and royally screw you over! By the time I’m done, nopony will ever take you seriously again!” she declared, pointing a hoof threateningly at the princess.”
“Will you now? It appears as though the spell didn’t quite work, possibly damaging your cognitive functions and affecting your reasoning,” the alicorn mused, a complacent smirk creeping across her features. The excuse, as it were, was flawless. Once word got out that poor, unfortunate Anon had suffered some psychological trauma from his illustrious metamorphosis into a pony, any accusations or slanderous words from her would be forfeit.
“Clever, very clever, you cow,” the filly seethed, locking eyes with Celestia. The royal fatass had the perfect cover for any dirt she had on her and she’d have little choice but to make an actual attempt at fitting in with the ponies now. There was perilously little she could do at this point, her diminutive size restricting her from any physical action against his captors. “So, what’s the plan now,” she asked irately.
“Well, given the circumstances, I’ll have you enrolled in Ms. Cheerilee’s class in Ponyville. It’s only fitting for a foal your age,” Celestia giggled, amused at the pint-sized pony who glared angrily up at her. “For now though, I’ll have you escorted back to Ponyville. I certainly wouldn’t want a little tyke like yourself getting lost,” she continued, earning a few snickers from her guards.
“Don’t patronize me you horse’s ass. I’ll get back myself,” Anon barked, reaching for her fedora before watching it, along with the rest of her clothes, levitate into the air, surrounded by a golden aura.
“Little fillies don’t have a need for such silly garments,” the princess tutted, disintegrating Anon’s effects in a spectacular display. Was it called for? No, not really. But the repugnant human had drawn her ire and, truthfully, the young pony would have no need of them for the foreseeable future.
Anon nodded, scowling at the alicorn. “Fine, that’s fine, this is all just fucking fine!” she griped, turning tail before stomping towards the door. She was absolutely incensed, mumbling incoherently about the absurdity of the situation and how Celestia had wronged her. Her, there it was again. It seemed as though the alicorn had been, at least in part, correct. Anon was, somewhat disconcertingly, mentally referring to herself as a she already. Surely, it was a side effect of the incantation which had left her a precocious filly but, nonetheless, it was disquieting, to say the least. Just before she could reach the exit, the doors flung themselves open, revealing a midnight blue alicorn. “Luna?!” Anon exclaimed, surprised and more than a little excited to see the superior princess.
“Sleep,” the princess of the night commanded, turquoise magic leaping from her horn to surround the small green filly. She’d sensed the rather grand outburst of sorcerous energy from her sister and, after hearing the belligerent exchange between Anon and Celestia, decided to investigate.
“Why?” Anon slurred, stumbling once before collapsing, face first, to the floor, fast asleep.
“Luna, I thought I told you that I’d take care of it,” Celestia groaned, approaching her sister over the loudly snoring tiny pony between them.
“Sister, I do not know why you would transform him into a filly but, surely, you wouldn’t leave her to wander back to Ponyville unaccompanied. If this is some sick joke, I must confess, I disapprove,” the princess of the night scolded. Granted, Anon had been a problem, but swapping his sex, reducing his form to that of a youth, and then allowing him to hike back to his home was unacceptable.
“It was a mistake Luna, although I’m sure that, in time, she will adjust. Besides, I was going to have a guard or two watch over her, just in case anything were to happen,” Celestia retorted, scrunching her nose at her sister’s criticisms.
“I will bring her back to Ponyville and see that Twilight is properly informed of the unanticipated results of your plan,” Luna continued, locking eyes with her sister. Seeing that Anon was brought home safely was the least she could do, given the circumstances. Changing him back into a human would fly in the face of two other princesses and Star Swirl, not to mention reversing the accidental shifting of age and sex may be difficult, requiring careful planning and magical precision, lest the situation be made worse.
“Fine, but I wish to speak with you upon your return,” the princess of the sun groaned, turning her attention to her guards. “I’ll trust you all remember that none of what transpired here is to leave this room. You are dismissed,” she flatly reminded the armor clad ponies, turning her back to them as she ascended to her throne. Celestia was not in the mood to deal with anypony else for the rest of the day and, as far as she was concerned, she was glad the transformation hadn’t worked out according to plan. As it stood, if Anon were to continue being a disruptive member of society, she’d simply have her committed, locked away in a padded cell. Of course, Anon could adapt and become a valued pony, in her own right, but Celestia highly doubted that one as socially unskilled as the former human could possibly hope to be anything more than a nuisance.
Luna levitated the slumbering green mare with her magic, teleporting herself and her passenger back to Ponyville. In the blink of an eye, she found herself in Anon’s rather cluttered apartment. Clothes, discarded snack wrappers, and bottles, littered the floor. For whatever reason, the once-man had tacked blankets over the windows, obscuring the daylight and shrouding his room in darkness. In a sense, it was not unlike a cave, only most subterranean environments smelled better. Taking one step, the princess decided against walking any further, her hoof crunching down upon some unknown substance on the floor. Thankfully, Anon’s bed was mere feet away, so she was able to hover the dozing filly over to the padded surface. Depositing her on the mattress, Luna studied the curious creature.
“Oh Dash...mmm...taste...rainbow…” Anon sleepily grumbled, rolling about as she wrapped her legs around one of her pillows.
The small pony’s words made Luna shudder. She thought for a moment about delving into the filly’s dreams, but immediately decided against it. From what little she knew about the creature, Anon had a lustful penchant for ponies, particularly herself and Rainbow Dash. With any luck, she’d have plenty of time to alert Twilight about the newest pony in town and discuss plans for Anon’s immediate future. Closing her eyes, the alicorn vanished, transporting herself to visit the princess of friendship, leaving the small green mare alone for the time being.
Hugging the pillow tightly, Anon rolled over, slipping over the side of the bed and crashing to the floor below. Awaking from the impact, she screamed, flailing madly as she fought to take stock of her surroundings. Finding herself in her apartment, she rubbed her head, her little black hoof tousling the shaggy mop of mane over her face. Right, hooves, she was a pony now, as well as a she. Scrambling to return to the bed’s surface, her tiny legs kicking for a moment before gaining purchase, she cursed in exasperation. Flopping prone on the mattress, the pony sighed, examining her hoof and foreleg. The loss of fingers was, admittedly, tragic. Gone were the days of jacking off or licking Cheeto dust from her dexterous digits. ‘Wait…’ she thought conspiratorially, rolling to her back.
Slowly, Anon reached towards her groin, her hoof sliding over the fern colored coat of her torso. As she reached her nethers, she paused, fearful for what she may find, yet curious all the same. Creeping lower, the keratinous extension of her leg grazed it; the soft, supple mound of flesh which lay between her thighs. Sitting up, and craning her neck, she looked down to examine the area where, until briefly ago, sat her manhood. Gone was her illustrious package, in its place, surrounded by green fur, sat her dark fleshed marehood. Gently rubbing her hoof against it, she sighed. The sensation was odd, to say the least; not unpleasant, but a fair bit different than her dick had been, that was, until she grazed her clit. The tender nub, concealed within her delicate folds, was on an entirely different level of sensitivity than her lower lips. It was comparable to directly stimulating the glans of a penis, that is to say, it felt pretty damn good.
“Shit, I gotta get a better angle on this,” Anon announced aloud, awkwardly rolling off the bed and trotting to the bathroom. Entering the lavatory, she shut the door, revealing a standing mirror behind it. Looking at herself, now a little green pony complete with fuzzy ears and adorable snout, was pretty damn strange. Her eyes, now a deep emerald, reflected back at herself, studying her new body before settling on her somewhat generous rump. She had to say, it was a pretty nice ass, well filled out and plump. Wheeling around, the filly attempted to flip her tail to the side, struggling with the temperamental appendage for a moment, so she could get a better view of exactly what was back there. After a few failed tries, and a string of hushed expletives, she managed to convince her body to cooperate. There, between her pillowy cheeks, sat a tight little pucker with a pair of swollen dark lips below.
She flexed her pelvic muscles, desperately attempting what she’d seen several female ponies do before. In awe, Anon watched as her marehood winked, the silken lips parting as her clit bulged forth invitingly. The pony’s rosy pink, velvety inner folds stood in stark contrast to the coal colored flesh of the organ’s exterior. ‘Holy shit, that’s fucking hot,’ she thought to herself, gleefully eyeing her snatch as it opened and closed, fueling her own arousal. After a few seconds, the filly noticed a strange ache begin to take hold, almost like her crotch, and a portion of her inner abdomen, was sore. It wasn’t until she noticed a single glistening drop of fluid leak from her entrance that she realized she’d given herself the equivalent of an erection, her female anatomy engorging and lubricating itself in preparation for sexual activity. Anon filed the tidbit of information away for later. She’d always wondered what women experienced when they were horny, and now she had first hand experience of their plight. Erotic exploration aside, another problem presented itself as the little pony’s stomach loudly grumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t had anything to eat all day. Playing with herself and gazing longingly at her cunt could wait; for now, Anon consigned herself to venture forth and get some damn food. Shifting from a human into a miniature equine had likely been a metabolic nightmare and, as such, she was practically ravenous.
Trotting out of her abode, the filly went to close the door behind her, but paused. Looking over her shoulder, Anon kicked one hind leg back, her hoof impacting on the hardwood of the entrance with a satisfying ‘clop’. The door swung closed, leaving the little pony to giggle at the seemingly banal task. Flipping the unkempt mane from her face, she continued on her way. As she trotted along, she took stock of her body, how the muscles along her frame flexed and glided along one another, the way her hooves crunched against the compacted dirt of the road, and how her chest expanded as she breathed. A great many aspects of herself seemed to be on autopilot, such as the way her ears reflexively swiveled to best pinpoint noises or how her tail would flick about, almost as if it had a mind of its own. Anon was also pretty sure her hearing and sense of smell had been magnified to a significant extent. The ambient sounds of the town were crisper, more defined, and her snout was picking up all manner of scents she’d never noticed before. She sniffed, her brain dissecting and analyzing the air, breaking down a veritable cornucopia of subtle odors; spring grass from the fields just outside of town, freshly baked bread and pastries from Sugarcube Corner, cool running water from the stream which ran through the village, and something else, something Anon couldn’t quite put her hoof on.
It wasn’t a bad smell, somewhat earthy and pungent. For whatever reason, the young pony’s brain locked on the aroma, urging her to seek its source. Allowing her instincts to guide her, Anon closed her eyes, delicately sniffing the air as her body honed in on the origin of the scent. ‘What the hell is that?’ she wondered, trotting along dreamily as her body carried her closer and closer to the location of the maddeningly alluring bouquet. It wasn’t long before her nose bumped against something fuzzy and warm, the source of the olfactory siren’s song.
“H...hey there, c...can I help you,” a voice called out, causing Anon to open her eyes.
The tiny mare couldn’t see much, her vision obscured by a plump pair of dark grey, furred orbs. Stepping back to get a better view of exactly what she’d bumped into, Anon’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. There, just in front of her, was a stallion with his rear in her direction. She’d unwittingly run into Thunderlane, or, more precisely, his ripe nuts. The filly screamed internally as she realized that the mohawked Wonderbolt’s junk had been the origin of the enticing smell. Falling to the ground, she raged, tiny legs kicking as what little wherewithal she had failed spectacularly. She’d been reduced to a pony welp, having lost her dangley bits and her clothes. And now she found the scent of stallionhood absolutely and unequivocally captivating. A colorful array of curses spewed forth from the little mare as her tantrum played out. This continued until Thunderlane gently pressed a hoof to her shoulder.
“Hey, you alright?” the stallion asked, looking down at the filly with a fearful expression.
Anon’s motions ceased, as she gazed up at him. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just having one of those days ya know,” she groaned, slowly getting to her hooves and dusting herself off. “Sorry about that, not really feeling like myself today,” she continued, face hoofing as she realized she’d just unintentionally made a terrible joke at her own expense.
“Well, anything I can do to help?” Thunder inquired cocking his head.
Try as she might, Anon couldn’t help but occasionally glance towards the male’s groin. The pegasus had a fleshy, dark skinned sheath accompanied the heavy pair of balls. Her mouth watered at the sight. Though she’d never really had any interest in stallions when she was human, besides Braeburn, but he didn’t count, she just couldn’t stop herself from thinking about Thunder. He was just so big, standing more than a head taller than her, and had thick, rippling muscles gliding over one another beneath his coat. Anon couldn’t be sure if a few wires had been crossed in the transformation, perhaps part of his female biology had mingled with his adult mind’s sexual appetites. Regardless of what it was, the situation required some additional investigation. Thus, a plan began to formulate in the devious mare’s head.
“Say, would you help me find my glasses,” Anon cooed, attempting to sound as innocent as possible.
“Sure! Do you know where you dropped them?” Thunder asked, scanning the immediate area for the pair of spectacles.
“I think I dropped them in the alley,” the filly replied, pointing down a narrow backstreet to her left. “Come on,” Anon urged, trotting between a pair of dumpsters and out of view. The sound of heavy hooves signaled her that the stallion was following as planned. After winding past a few discarded crates, she stopped. “I might have dropped them in there this morning,” she said, indicating a rather large trash bin, “I had to throw out the garbage earlier and I’m worried they fell off my face when I did.”
Thunderlane nodded, knitting his brow as he set himself to task. Rearing up, the large pony placed his front hooves on the lip of the receptacle, peering over the edge while he looked for the missing glasses.
The plan worked flawlessly. Anon stared in unabashed awe at the wonderfully presented stallion groin before her. She could have nearly walked under larger pony as it was, but now she was face to face with Thunder’s equipment. Taking a step forward, she unceremoniously buried her snout in his musky sheath, virtually snorting in his pungent musk and sighing with contentment.
“U...um, miss? I...I u...ummm,” Thunder stuttered. He wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. Never in his life had a mare ever been this forward and, as such, he was left petrified. This sort of stuff only happened in pornos, how the hell was he supposed to deal with this? Before things could progress any further, he looked down at the little mare who happily had her face pressed against his junk. “Y...you’re legal a..aren’t you?” the Wonderbolt sputtered, praying to Celestia that the pony was of age.
The stallion’s question snapped Anon from her reverie. For all intents and purposes, she seemed like a foal, but there was no real way to discern her age. As far as she knew, she may have some form of pony dwarfism! Mentally, she was an adult and, as such, that should suffice. “Y...yes?” she bleated, smiling sheepishly at the stallion. No sooner had the words left her lips than a dark, glistening log of flesh began to appear from Thunder’s sheath. Anon’s jaw went slack as she watched the stallionhood before her grow and expand, thick veins tracing its dark surface from trunk-like base to blunt tip. A single tear rolled down her cheek at the unimaginable beauty of the meaty organ. ‘There are...no words,’ she thought, emotionally moved beyond measure, ‘they should have sent a poet.’
Reaching one trembling hoof up, Anon caressed its surface, feeling the sublime heat radiating off of it. Bringing her face forward, she sniffed it; the musk was so potent that her head began to spin. The filly opened her mouth, giving it the barest kiss, then a second and third, before running her tongue along its silken length. The flavor was like a hearty meal, salty, a bit sour, and earthy. As her lips reached the tip of Thunder’s cock, she took a deep breath. Anon had never sucked a dick before, or even thought about it to be honest, except for Braeburn’s, although he still didn’t count, but she knew that, once she crossed this line, there was no going back. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she eased the girthy member inside before wrapping her lips around it. Caressing the underside with her tongue, the filly started bobbing her head, taking in as much as possible until its tip bumped against the back of her throat.
Thunderlane groaned, occasionally casting a wary eye down either direction of the alley. The last thing he’d want is for somepony to stumble across him and a mare with a mouthful of his dong. As the tip of his prick felt resistance, his hips bucked reflexively, jamming a few inches of his member into the small pony’s airway and causing her to sputter and gag.
Anon was in a bit of a pickle, or, more precisely, between a rock and a hard place. Back against the dumpster, and throbbing meat in her throat, she did the only thing she could. Her hoof soared to her groin, furiously rubbing and kneading the supple and sopping wet marehood found there. When she had been a man, Anon had experienced, on a handful of occasions, an erection so powerful that it hurt; now, she achieved the female equivalent. Her cunt, steadily dripping juices do the ground, was engorged and aching, yearning for stimulation. If somepony had suggested a day or two before that she’d become a horse, angrily playing with themselves while fellating a stallion behind a dumpster, she’d have scoffed at them, yet here she was in that very predicament.
“Mmmmph,” Thunderlane grunted as he began to thrust into the green mare’s face. His dark nuts slapped against her chin as he crammed more and more of himself into her. Though she could use a little work on her blowjobs, she certainly seemed eager enough. He could hear her moaning and sputtering around his shaft, not the bad ‘Oh Celestia, I can’t breathe’ kind of moaning, but the ‘Oh Celestia, fuck me harder daddy’ variety.
Peeking over her snout, Anon realized she’d managed to get just over half of Thunder’s stallionhood down her gullet. Mom had always told him ‘Son, stop getting off to horses’ but now the statement caused his eyes to blaze with determination. Braced against the trash receptacle, the zealous filly brought her free foreleg up, cupping the dangling pair of testicles before her while she forced her head forward. By Luna’s sparkling booty, she was going to make this magnificent animal blow his load in her stomach, or pass out in a puddle of her own mare-cum trying! Anon’s lips stretched as the large pony’s medial ring slipped past, her throat bulging obscenely as the thick appendage delved deeper. The big bastard had to be close, he was throbbing like a son of a bitch and she swore she could feel the head of his dick starting to expand.
All the while, Anon was ravaging her newfound marehood, her little hoof blazing across her swollen clit and teasing her entrance while she tried her damnedest to pleasure her unexpected partner. It was like a juggling act; attempting two tasks, neither of which she was versed with, with righteous fury. The filly felt like there was a blazing inferno at her loins, as if a fuse had been lit and something monumental was about to happen. She continued, her oxygen starved brain spurning her onward to oblivion as the world started to close in around her. All of a sudden she came, and it was absolutely mind shattering. The orgasms she’d known as a human male paled in comparison to the wrathful euphoria and pure bliss she felt as an equine female. Her small body trembled viciously as her snatch erupted, gushing fem-cum like a fountain.
Thunder, already on the edge himself, was pushed beyond his limit as the mare’s throat constricted around him. He winced as his stallionhood, flaring just inside the opening of her stomach, gushed a seething tide of spunk into the pony fellating him. Grunting and snorting, he hilted himself in her muzzle, ensuring that every last drop of his precious seed was deposited in her gut. The pegasus’s member pulsed as wave after thick wave of spunk rushed down its length. Had he expected to be solicited by a questionably young cutie while out on his errands? No, but he sure wasn’t objecting to the impromptu oral service. Suddenly, the motions beneath him ceased, and Thunder came to a shocking realization; he wasn’t sure if she could breathe. With a speed that belied his size, he pushed off the dumpster, hauling his prodigious cock from her maw in the process with an audible ‘pop’. To his great relief, she seemed fine, mostly. The filly was laying in a pool of her own nectar, eyes glassed over while she lazily rubbed her sex.
“H...hey, you ok?” the stallion asked, nudging her with a hoof, sweat beading on his brow at the possibility of causing some neurological damage to the mare due to the choking hazard attached to his groin.
Anon muttered unintelligibly, softly mewling and coughing as she drew air into her chest. Her mind, much like the stallion’s massive tool, had been blown. As she began to regain consciousness, so to did her cognitive function return. Sprawled on the ground, covered in all manner of lascivious fluids, Anon took stock of the situation. On one hand, she’d discovered that having a marehood came with the benefit of achieving the most cataclysmic orgasms she could ever imagine, and the stomach full of stallion spunk had quelled her hunger pains; on the other, she’d lewdly sucked off a horse in an alley like some two bit whore while pleasuring herself into a stupor. Somewhat of a trade off but, all things considered, after having been turned into a pastel equine, it was worth it.
“Ma’am?” Thunder pressed, shaking her with a bit more force, his concern mounting as he realized he may have fucked a heaping hooffull of the mare’s of brain cells away.
“Yea...cough...I ain’t dead,” Anon wheezed, her eyes focusing on the stallion towering over her. He was kinda cute, all buff and studly. ‘Stupid sexy horses,’ she internally lamented, her female biology overriding her formerly male oriented sexual predilections.
Eyeing the pint sized mare, his hormonally driven frenzy starting to subside, Thunder began questioning just how ethical his decision to let the possible jail-bait service him was. Producing a few bits from seemingly nowhere, he tossed them down to her before breaking into a full gallop away. He couldn’t be sure if she was a whore or not, never having seen her around town, but he wasn’t going to take his chances with the pony fuzz or an irate pimp. Only stopping once he’d reached the end of the alley, he looked back wistfully. The possible filly held a hoof to the side of her head and mouthed the words, ‘call me’. He had no idea what that meant, but it only caused his anxiety to heighten. Mopping the sweat from his brow, he trotted off into the street, attempting to act as casual as possible while leaving the mysterious pony to her fate.
Anon looked down at the shiny bits, somewhat perplexed. Scooping them up, she groggily got to her hooves. A free meal and some spending money, not too shabby, albeit an unexpected outcome from her intended errand run. Wiping the strings of saliva and gobbets of cum from her chin, she began wandering back towards her apartment. The filly was in desperate need of a shower and, moreover, there were more pressing issues to address; issues which required some money. While she didn’t have a whole lot of spare cash, most of which had been obliterated in the pair of pants Celestia had atomized, she might have a little extra laying around. Tired, filthy, and more than a little bloated, she wanted nothing more than to clean up and take a nap. After she got up, she’d be able to figure out how to proceed in the world with her newfound form and, more importantly, she’d need to thoroughly explore what her pony body was capable of.
