Makes a Mare Weak in the Knees
Anon shuffled around her apartment, muttering angrily to herself. The scene had played out more and more often over the past two days. Until recently, Anon had been an adult human male; that is, until the worthless, pancake munching Sunbutt had decided to transform him into a runtish, pony mare. According to the princess, he’d been having trouble adjusting to life in Equestria and, as such, the alicorn transmogrified him, in the hopes that she’d fit in. Yes, beyond losing his digits, and bipedal stature, the man’s dangly bits had been removed, replaced with a dark fleshed marehood. Although she was smaller than the average pastel equine, virtually identical to a filly in stature and build, she was an adult; at least, she was pretty sure she was. She had an unkempt, relatively short, black mane and tail. Her fur was a shamrock green, closely mirroring her chartreuse eyes. Even though she was loath to admit it, she was pretty damn cute, if she said so herself.
Having been deposited in her quarters by the illustrious moon goddess Luna, Anon began her new life in Ponyville as just another horse. After what she considered a rocky start, going out to get something to eat and winding up blowing a stallion in a back alley, it’s a long story, she began to take stock of her situation. One small silver lining was the fact that her little equine brain came hardwired with a great many anatomical functions, allowing her to use her body with relative ease. The downside of this was that she’d not only accepted and viewed herself as a female, but found herself drawn to stallions, with their sculpted muscles and powerful, graceful movements. Lustful urgings aside, she had far more mundane things to worry about, like a source of income.
Fortunately, after her transformation into a mare, Anon had quickly mastered a fair number of menial tasks, having devoted her second day as a tiny horse to getting some of the basics down. She could now use the bathroom, albeit clumsily, manipulate items with her hooves, and masturbate; three skills which held immeasurable importance. Using a toilet was, by no small margin, the most difficult thing she’d taught herself to do, and that includes fellating a stallion like a two bit whore. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why ponies insisted on using the same, traditional porcelain throne as humans. Her first two attempts at mounting the device ended in catastrophic failure, screeching and thrashing about in the bowl. It took a little doing, but she finally figured out how to perch herself safely on the commode.
Her hooves were a mystery in and of themselves. Damned if Anon could explain it, but all she needed to do was flex the muscles in her forelegs to grip objects. There’s no way it could compare to the surgical-like dexterity of fingers, but it seemed to function well enough, allowing her to perform simple tasks without too much trouble. Lastly, she quickly became acquainted with her marehood, hauling the mirror from the bathroom just so she could get herself off by watching herself masturbate; the salacious activity was an ouroboros of degeneracy. Thankfully, the filly fell asleep for the evening on her second day of being a pony, after flicking the bean and demolishing a bag of chips she forgot she had.
After a long, dreamless night, Anon awoke. She knew that, first and foremost, she needed to pay Twilight Sparkle, the princess of magic a visit. If what Celestia had said was right, the elder alicorn planned to have the newest resident of Ponyville enrolled in Ms. Cheerilee’s school, a prospect as demeaning as it was pointless. The filly had, after all, retained all of the information she possessed as an adult man. Rolling off the bed, and trotting to the shower, Anon began her day. Once she’d toweled off, the little green mare fetched a few bits she had sitting on the counter, intent on treating herself to a fresh pastry from Sugarcube Corner. Money in hoof, but actually clamped between her teeth, she trotted outside, making a beeline towards the local princess’s castle.
As she made her way through town, Anon was pleasantly greeted by the various ponies who she encountered. She shouldn’t have been surprised that none recognized her, seeing as everyone only knew her, formerly him, as a hairless and bipedal creature. The soft scent of bread and confections began tickling her nostrils, moments before the bakery crept into view. Her equine olfactory senses were far keener than a humans, as was her hearing. Picking up the pace, she quickly approached the open doorway to Sugarcube corner. The sight of various baked goods and treats always brought a smile to her face, and today was no exception. Trotting up to the counter, she decided to get a blueberry scone, one of her favorites. Ringing the bell for service, the filly’s mouth began to water.
“Coming,” a voice called out from the back, moments before Mr. Cake rounded a corner. “Oh!” he remarked, a bit surprised at the sight of the tiny green mare by the register. “Can’t say I’ve seen you in town before! The name’s Mr. Cake, how can I help you miss?” the stallion asked merrily.
“It’s just me, Anon. Anyways, can I get one of those scones?” the filly responded, pointing a hoof at the display case of treats.
“Huh, that’s the same name as that odd fellow who comes around every so often,” Mr. Cake thought aloud, rubbing his chin. “Would you like a blueberry or orange one, sweetheart?” he inquired.
Anon thought for a moment, realization beginning to sink in. The denizens of Equestria did seem, for the most part, to be somewhat gullible. Hell, their naiveté had caused a number of incidents and, to her knowledge, nearly led to the downfall of their society on a number of occasions. While it’s true that, as a human, she wasn’t that well liked, maybe a fresh start as an pony could be beneficial, as long as she didn’t fuck it up. Looking back up to the baker, she smiled innocently. “Must be a coincidence, the name that is, and blueberry please!” she cheerfully commented.
“You know what, this one’s on the house,” the stallion said, tossing the scone in a bag before sliding it over to the pint sized customer. “First one’s always free,” he whispered, shooting the filly a wink.
“Gee, thanks mister!” Anon chirped, taking the bag in her jaws as she turned to leave. ‘Sucker,’ she thought to herself, trotting out the door and towards Twilight’s castle. Yeah, the longer she dwelled on it, the more advantageous being a young mare with no track record could be. Happily carrying on, and munching on her pastry, she noticed a familiar mohawk moving in her direction. Be damned if it wasn’t Thunderlane, the sumptuous stallion whom she’d unabashedly sucked off just the other day. As the two drew nearer, the grey pegasus veered towards the opposite side of the road, only to have Anon follow suit.
“M...mornin,” Thunder stammered, looking exceptionally uncomfortable while facing the runtish mare.
“Hey good lookin,” Anon cooed, trotting past and smoothly delivering a smack to his sculpted backside, eliciting a yelp from him. She giggled as the stallion leapt into the air, blushing heavily as he fled the tiny terror. Thankfully, she could see the spire of Twilight’s castle, signalling she didn’t have much further to go. Another odd thing she noticed was just how capable her body was now. Before, she’d be winded after walking a block or two but now, carried on four legs, she felt like she could trot for days! Yet another note in the list of curiosities she’d discovered, subsequent to her transformation.
Just as the arboreal, crystalline fortress loomed over her, Anon noticed a note on the door. Upon inspection, it read thus…
Sorry I missed you! I’ve been pretty busy with the friendship school so you’ll probably have better luck finding me there!
Warm regards,
Twilight Sparkle
Anon grimaced, annoyed with the current turn of events. She looked over, gazing at the friendship school as colorful students gleefully traipsed about its grounds. “Nope, not today,” the filly grumbled, turning and plodding back towards town. Running around the newly founded educational facility to look for a purple alicorn wasn’t her idea of a good time. She’d deal with Twilight if and when the princess came looking for her, which was bound to happen sooner or later.
“Excuse me, little filly ragamuffin,” a voice called out, causing the diminutive pony to look around in confusion.
Out of the blue, an aquamarine stallion with blonde mane and tail descended before her. Anon’s scowl deepend as she recognized who’d been calling her. It was Zephyr Breeze, Fluttershy’s worthless, narcissistic brother and one of her contenders for ‘worst pony’. Not only was the pegasus an ass, but he shamelessly pined for Rainbow Dash, the lovely prismatic maned waifu horse. Without a word, Anon went to walk past, ignoring the hovering stallion in her way.
“I don’t believe you’ve had the pleasure. The name’s Zephyr and, I have to say, your mane looks absolutely atrocious. You should consider some mane therapy,” the pegasus noted, idly flying beside the grumpy little pony and offering her a card.
“Look, I don’t…” Anon’s protests were cut short as she turned to address him. Hovering on his side, in some parody of a model’s pose, the stallion grinned cheekily at her. It wasn’t his spindly frame or inexplicable five o’clock shadow that drew the mare’s attention, though. No, it was the unabashedly displayed package at his groin.
“Like something you see?” he muttered, shooting her a wink. He was utterly oblivious as to where the tiny pony was looking, only recognizing that she was looking at him.
In that moment, Anon’s relatively new horse brain, and pairing mare bits, began warring with her higher cognitive function. It was not unlike the cartoons of old, an angel sitting on one shoulder, while a devil perched on the other. Undoubtedly, Zephyr was absolutely insufferable, self centered, and woefully incompetent. That being said, he did have, what could be called, roguish good looks, and there was something about how self assured he was that just…
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,’ Anon screamed internally, her female biology and stallion lust beginning to affect her better judgement. Clutching her temples, she crumpled to the ground, bludgeoning her forehead to the earth in an attempt to knock out the offending thoughts.
“Woah, hey there! You don’t have to bow to me or anything! I mean, unless you want to,” Zephyr smugly said, touching down and offering the filly a hoof. She was kinda cute, with her sparkling eyes, full of adulation and wonder.
Glaring with disgust at the pompous stallion, lip curled in contempt, Anon stood. It was bad enough that she was nearly half the size of regular ponies, but she might only be a third of this tall bastard’s height. For whatever reason, there was a faint smell of Polo cologne in the air, mingled with the pegasus’s own scent. Shaking her head, she tried to pass the stallion again, only for him to sidestep in front of her.
“Come on, now you got dirt in your mane! Tell you what, sweet cheeks, how about I give you a free treatment. What’d ya say?” the egotistical pony asked, smiling at her.
Standing directly in front of him, Anon was privy to a dead on view of Zephyr’s junk. A dark, greyish blue sheath sat before a pair of fuzzy nuts. Fully flaccid and retracted as it was, there was no way for her to tell just how well hung this lanky shithead was, but she had to admit, she was curious. ‘Dig your snout in it,’ her id prodded, ‘you know you wanna.’ She also wondered if the myth about ponies having unique flavors and scents, a popular theory back on Earth, was true. The prospect of getting her mane styled was also somewhat appealing, considering how she could easily pass for a vagrant.
“You’ll style it for free?” Anon asked sheepishly, attempting to sound reluctantly hopeful.
“Style? Of course not! Baby, this is therapy, real professional stuff!” the pegasus clarified, proudly holding a hoof to his chest, still blissfully unaware that the filly sized pony was peeking glances at his stallionhood.
“Uh huh, sure,” Anon groaned, only barely catching herself. “I mean, gosh! That sounds super impressive! Do you have a studio or shop?” she asked, injecting a certain amount of wonder to her voice in a bid to stroke his ego, if only so she could stroke something else of his later.
“That’s the best part, baby! I travel!” he retorted, fishing into his equine man-bun of a mane, retrieving a comb and pair of scissors. Brandishing them like a pair of deadly weapons, Zephyr waggled his eyebrows at her. Everypony knew, all the mares loved a good eyebrow waggle. “How about you take me back to your place? I’m sure your folks wouldn’t mind paying an artistic genius, like myself, to get their daughter all prettied up!” the stallion said, wrapping one foreleg around the filly’s shoulders. Celestia, he hoped this would pay off. His business, while moderately lucrative, was only just keeping him afloat. He’d come to ponyville to see if Fluttershy would help shill his services, but that didn’t keep him from pandering to random citizens who seemed to be in need of his particular set of skills.
“Sure! Come on mister, it’s not too far!” Anon exclaimed, playfully pulling the pegasus along behind her. She wasn’t far from her apartment, and the stallion, as detestable as he was, would prove some measure of entertainment for the afternoon, even if she only got her hair gussied up. Trotting along beside one another, the two quickly approached Anon’s place. Located besides the train station, it had taken her a while to get used to the sound and vibration of passing locomotives but, over time, she’d grown to simply tune out the noise. Opening the door, the filly motioned for her guest to enter, eyeing his rump as he did so.
“Well this is, um…” Zephyr commented, noting the clutter and dimly lit interior. It didn’t really come off as a family home, and certainly not the best place to raise a filly. Hearing the door lock behind him, the stallion wheeled around. The little mare had a silly smirk on her face as she slowly walked up to him. He couldn’t quite put his hoof on it, but something seemed off. “So, uh, are your parent’s home?” he inquired.
“Nope, looks like it’s just the two of us,” Anon cooed, stroking Zephyr’s chest with her hoof. The familiar ache in her loins slowly began to build as she caressed her plaything for the day. Unlike with Thunder Lane, she figure she’d try her hand at properly seducing him. “You want something to drink,” she said, heading to her refrigerator, “I’ve got ooops!” In a calculated move, she stumbled, daintily pressing her torso to the floor while presenting her rear to the pegasus. “Gosh, I’m so klutzy,” Anon giggled, flipping her tail to the side, exposing her tush and chubby green thighs.
“You really should watch that,” Zephyr retorted, moving to a nearby recliner and seating himself.
Anon grumbled, getting up and fetching two bottles of cider. So help her, she’d have him mounting her before everything was said and done. Crossing back to him, the mare sat her bottle down before going to pass her guest his beverage. Stepping up to him, she faltered in another intentional mis-step. Grasping Zephyr’s drink with one hoof, she face planted into his crotch.
“Hey now! Almost spilled my drink there!” the pegasus chided, snatching the bottle from her hoof and helping himself to a draught of the lightly spiced juice. For some reason, the filly didn’t seem to be making any attempts to right herself, contentedly humming while rubbing her face on his sheath.
As soon as her snout graced the darkened flesh of his crotch, its rich bouquet filling her nostrils, Anon’s heart skipped a beat. Unlike the Wonderbolt’s from the day before, Zephyr’s scent was markedly more subtle, almost soothing. “Gosh, I’m sorry!” she mumbled, turning her head to the side but continuing to stroke his groin with her cheek.
“It’s fine silly filly, let me just finish my drink and I’ll get you all fixed up,” Zephyr chuckled, completely oblivious to the mare’s advances. Taking a sip, he grunted as the runty pony began climbing up, onto the chair and into his lap.
“How about you fix my mane here,” Anon darkly mumbled, quickly growing impatient with the situation. Really, what kind of stallion is this stupid? Hell, it hadn’t taken a fraction of this amount of effort to convince Thunder to get a raging hard-on! Scooting up onto the pegasus, she turned her back to him, seating herself on his thighs with her cushy posterior resting on his waist.
“Now, you hang on a second Missy! The Breeze isn’t done with his cider,” he tutted, taking another leisurely swallow from his bottle. Really, some mares are just so impatient to get their hair done!
“I...I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m so excited,” Anon murmured, gyrating herself on the pegasus. She was practically leaking at this point, her lust growing in tandem with her frustration. The telltale ache was now going full force, engorging and lubricating her marehood. Although she’d never been penetrated, her body screamed to have a thick piece of stallion meat rammed inside her. The thought of being rutted, pushed down and mounted by a male, made her swoon. Even though she was a little nervous, knowing it’d probably be uncomfortable, or even a little painful, it’s all she could think about.
“Hey little thing, you got any snacks? I’m feelin’ a bit peckish,” Zephyr offhandedly remarked, tousling the filly’s mane while flashing her a saucy grin. It wasn’t his fault that he hadn’t had anything to eat all day!
Anon’s eye twitched at his words. How in the ever living hell was he so thick?! Twisting her torso, she looked up at him. “Are you stupid or something?” she reviled, indignation burning in her eyes.
“What? Mane Therapy is a work of art baby! I have to be energized to…” Zephyr’s words trailed off as the filly climbed off the chair. “I prefer kale chips, if you have ‘em!” he continued, presuming she was going to oblige his request. He watched as she turned around, gently spread his hind legs, and rested her chin on his balls.
“Look, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna rut me like a mare on prom night, leaving me a quivering and cum drunk mess before you go on your merry way. Understand?” Anon explained, running her tongue up his sack and up to his musky, still retracted stallionhood.
“I...um...I mean...you uh…” Zephyr stammered uselessly, breaking into a cold sweat as the pint sized pony lapped at his groin. He’d never come across anypony this forward before! Most mares simply ignored him or blew him off without batting an eye! Yet here was this filly, thirsty as all get-out, demanding some action.
“What’s the problem?” the filly huffed, massaging his concealed equipment. “Look, I’m probably legal, ok! I’ve just got a growth deficiency!” she bleated, turning and crossing to the nearby couch. Hopping up, and draping herself over the arm of the sofa, she splayed her hind legs. “You get laid, I get laid, it’s a win-win! So come over and get your dick wet already!” she called out, resting her head on a pillow as she waited to be serviced.
“I’m…” Zephyr mumbled something unintelligible, shamefully looking away from the tiny mare.
“What?” the diminutive green pony shouted, falling off the couch, and onto her ass, with a resounding thump. “Come on!!! You’re not gonna get an easier piece of action than this!” she groaned, trotting back over to him.
“I’m a virgin ok!” the pegasus blurted, glowering down at her. Yes, all the years of smooth talk had been for naught. No matter how hard he tried with the mares, he’d always failed; so finding himself face to face with a female, not only willing, but insatiably eager to do the nasty with him, was somewhat shocking.
“Ok, look, it’s my first time too ok. How about you sit back, get nice and hard, and let me do the work,” Anon sighed. Climbing atop the stallion yet again, she kicked the release arm for the chair, allowing it to fully recline. “Now,” she cooed, rotating in place over Zephyr and presenting her rear end, “how about we start with a nice sixty nine. Get each other nice and worked up before we do the do.” His protests were quickly muffled as her cunt ground onto his face. Waiting expectantly, she noticed his tool begin to emerge from his sheath. Like the snake charmers of old, the filly watched as his erection grew. It wasn’t nearly as girthy as Thunder’s, being markedly more slender, but it was still a sight to behold. Where the Wonderbolt’s could be compared to a bastard sword, weighty and thick, Zephyr’s was akin to a rapier, elegant with a slight, upward curve.
With a sopping wet marehood on his muzzle, the pegasus yelped as he felt Anon lick the tip of his member. By the shambling teats of Celestia, it felt fantastic! Hooves, and those artificial mare toys he had, didn’t compare to a warm mouth in the slightest. He could feel her hum as she drew him into her maw, causing a shiver to go up his spine. Having never eaten a pussy before, the stallion was at a loss; he simply did the best he could, licking and nibbling her silken lips.
The sensation of having someone’s tongue rummaging around her marehood was astounding, causing Anon to moan around Zephyr’s prick. Now she knew why women were bananas about oral, the thrill of having a dexterous, muscular organ toying with her naughty bits was unlike anything she could articulate. It kinda felt like a blowjob, but in reverse, if that made any sense at all. Instead of a pressure squeezing and caressing her exterior, everything was focused on teasing and stimulating her interior. Regardless, while thoroughly enjoyable, Anon felt like it was time to move to the main event. She’d always been impatient with things, and the chance to fill herself with horse cock wasn’t something she wanted to wait for. Pulling her head back, she appreciated Zephyr’s turgid rod. Saliva and pre-cum coated about half of its length, surely enough to aid with what was to come.
“Alright,” Anon huffed, wheeling around and bringing her face to the pegasus’s juice covered countenance. Looking under herself, the little mare aligned her entrance with the tip of his shaft. As soon as she felt the warm, blunt head caress her winking snatch, she sighed. Without a word, she angled her rear back and downward, an awkward half squat, half sit as she impaled herself on nearly a quarter of her partner’s stallionhood.
Both ponies gasped, Zephyr from the sublime heat and pressure on his member, Anon from the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure of losing her virginity. Neither of them moved, each too enwrapped in the moment to do otherwise. Even though it hurt a little, Anon steeled her resolve. Her body, overriding her brain with its base desires, spurred her to take action.
‘No pain, no gain,’ the filly thought, slowly retracting from his length, she speared herself again, a bit deeper this time. Steadily, she pistoned herself on him, fixating on the sensations coursing through her. Anon’s marehood was capable of feeling an astonishing amount of detail. Her canal could detect the subtle thickening of Zephyr’s shaft nearer to the base, the veins along its length, and the blissfully ridged head as it scraped against her insides. She had a newfound appreciation for what women experienced with coitus, her mind reeling at the sensory overload of riding a meaty equine cock.
Zephyr was in awe, watching the mare pick up speed as she rode him like a beast. If her mouth felt wonderful, her cunt felt downright godly in comparison. Each time she pushed back, a little more of himself slipped into her moist confines. He winced, trying to restrain himself from enjoying it too much, but failed spectacularly. With a girlish moan, he came, his stallionhood pulsing wildly as his balls unloaded into the filly.
Feeling something gloriously warm and gooey flood her insides, Anon was snapped from her reverie. “Did you fucking cum?!?” she barked irately. It had just started feeling good and he didn’t even give her a warning!
“I...I’m sorry! It was my first time,” Zephyr pleaded sheepishly, blushing with shame. He didn’t figure he’d last all that long, but thirty seconds was downright pitiful. He grunted as the mare dismounted, various juices leaking from her snatch as she hopped down to the floor. With a kick, she righted the chair to an upright position before whirling around and grabbing his softening dick.
Closing her eyes, she fellated the pegasus, desperate to get him hard again. She needed to cum with this magnificent bastard balls deep in her. Cupping his balls with one hoof, she loudly slurped and sucked upon his length. A combination of spunk and her own juices oozed from her winking marehood. The feeling of having him cum inside her had almost brought her to orgasm, she just needed a little bit more. Sure enough, after a minute or so of fellatio, the stallion’s tool began to regain some sense of rigidity. It wasn’t as hard as it had been when they were getting each other off, but it’d do.
Galloping to the open area in the center of her living room, she leaned forward. Resting her chest on the floor, she presented herself to her partner while looking back him. “Come get some of this horse pussy,” she murmured, reaching back and pulling her supple cheeks apart to give him an exquisite view of her rosy pink interior.
Easing himself down, Zephyr stepped forward. ‘Take it easy Zephyr, you got this,’ he thought, encroaching on the tiny mare. Watching her winking snatch, drooling cum and fluids to the carpet, was extremely hot. The sight only made him harder, causing his stallionhood to twitch reflexively as his body readied itself for another round. Luckily, their rather substantial differences in height meant he didn’t have to mount her in a traditional sense; he simply walked over her until his length slid between his partner’s pillowy thighs.
Feeling Zephyr’s cock glide over her marehood caused Anon to shiver with anticipation. Her mind flooded with hormones and neurochemicals as her body screamed at her to be claimed. What little higher function she had left, slowly melted away, reducing her to a craven beast. She pressed back, grinding herself over Zephyr’s lengthy tool. “Fuck me,” she muttered.
Rearing his hips backward, the pegasus began recklessly prodding at Anon’s rear. His reluctance disappeared as the primal functions of his brain took over. After a few unsuccessful thrusts, his battering ram-like head poking at the mare’s ass and streaking it with his slick pre-cum, he finally struck home. The moment he felt the warm, velvety folds of her entrance, he bucked his hips, ramming half of his length into the earth pony. Unlike their coitus on the chair, being slow and somewhat experimental, the two nearly instantly fell into a mating frenzy. Mad with rut-lust, they went at it like a pair of carefree animals.
“God yes, fuck me!” Anon screamed, raising her derriere as she pushed back to meet his frantic movements. The stallion was so much larger than her that his forelegs, instead of wrapping around her waist, locked over her shoulders, trapping her torso as she was pounded from behind. She subconsciously contracted her pelvic muscles, seizing his length with each backstroke, her marehood determined to hold onto the delicious piece of stallion meat filling it.
Zephyr screwed his eyes shut, grunting softly as he continued. Every ounce of his being was devoted to the carnal act he’d unwittingly found himself in. Lowering his torso, he draped himself over the pint sized mare. Withdrawing nearly his entire length, he brutally slammed his hips forward, embedding himself as deeply as possible. His balls slapped wetly against his partner’s clit
Anon’s eyes flew open in shock as her womb was assaulted. The sensation was indescribable, a cocktail of discomfort, pressure, and rapturous bliss. Turning her head to the side, she found her face just beside Zephyr’s. As he began to withdraw, he abruptly hammered forward again, battering her cervix and causing her to groan. “Harder,” she breathed, prompting him to action. Like a machine, the pegasus started to move; slowly at first, but steadily increasing in speed until he was jackhammering her cunt.
The mare mewled feverishly beneath him as he continued to plow her. Every whine, each sinful utterance from the little pony was a symphony to Zephyr’s ears. He hadn’t the slightest idea that he’d pop his cherry in a dingy apartment to a random pony he’d just met but, in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t care less. Biting his lip, he furiously pounded away, already sensing another orgasm approaching.
Snaking one foreleg beneath herself, Anon reached for her engorged clit. Savagely stroking the sensitive nub of flesh, she whimpered as her ecstasy soared to greater and greater heights. Lost in the moment, the mare failed to realize that the stallionhood entombed within her was starting to flare. The pegasus, having lost any sense of rhythm, bucking atop her frantically as his nuts retracted in preparation to deliver another payload of scalding seed.
The two ponies, each slick with sweat and locked in the heat of passion, came nearly in tandem. Zephyr popped first, crying out as he hilted himself in the mare. His cock throbbed, pulsing in tune with each shot of cum that rocketed down its length. In a fit of passion, he kissed his mate, locking lips with her as he erupted within her. The act pushed Anon over the edge in an instant. Feeling her deepest depths bathed in seed, as the stallion sloppily frenched her, caused a nova of raw pleasure to detonate inside her. It was, for all intents and purposes, a full body climax. Every part of her malfunctioned as her mind was overloaded with euphoric bliss. Her marehood gushed around Zephyr’s stallionhood, her legs gave out as her tiny body crashed to the floor, and she practically screamed into the pegasus’s mouth. As she collapsed, her partner’s tool slipped from her abused sex. Anon’s back and rump were coated with the pegasus’s final shots of jizz, painting her green fur in thick, creamy spunk. Zephyr quickly followed suit, crumbling atop the filly as his legs gave out. Neither pony had ever cum that hard in their life, leaving both of them a panting, heaving mess.
The only reason Anon moved was because she couldn’t properly breathe with a full sized stallion bearing down on her. Squirming out from under him, she freed herself. Fortunately, the seed covering her coat acted as a lubricant, allowing her to wriggle clear without too much effort. As her higher functions began to reboot, she came to a rather jarring realization. Not but a short while ago, she’d detested the fact that she’d become a pony, and a mare at that, but in the span of a day she’d had the best sex of her life and couldn’t help but recognize the benefits of being a tiny female equine. Sure, she’d lost her human body, and everything that came with it, but she’d gained an infuriatingly sensitive anatomy and bedded two stallions in less than forty eight hours. Hell, she’d had more luck getting laid in the two days than she had in the past few years as a homosapien. Riding out her euphoric existential crisis, Anon didn’t notice as the stallion crept closer.
“Sweet Celestia, that was amazing,” Zephyr wheezed with tears in his eyes. Curling a foreleg around the mare, he held her close. Unfortunately, the post coital euphoria had left him, unlike his partner, in a completely different frame of mind. “How about we get showered up and then we can start making plans, Sweetness,” he cooed, nuzzling her cheek with his snout.
“Plans?” Anon asked dreamily, looking up at him.
“Yeah, like where I can put my stuff and how we can clean up this dump,” Zephyr mused, taking stock of the cluttered living room. It might take a little elbow grease, but he could see that the place had potential.
The stallion’s words utterly shattered Anon’s cum drunken stupor. “What the hell are you talking about?” she blurted, recoiling slightly.
“You know, once I move in! It’ll be great! I can have a little studio in the corner for my clients and everything!” the pegasus excitedly explained.
“I...wha...” Anon trailed off as she realized what he was on about. “Oh no. Oh hell no!” she exclaimed, prying herself from the stallion’s grip and backing away. “There’s no way in hell you’re crashing here! I’ve got enough shit to deal with right now and the last thing I need is some narcissistic stallion loafing around my damned apartment!” the mare barked.
“B...but I thought you loved me!” Zephyr retorted, holding a hoof to his chest, as if stricken.
“What? No! I just wanted some dick!” the mare shot back, stomping the floor in irritation.
“Then you d...don’t care about me a...at all?” the pegasus stammered, heartbroken. He honestly thought that he may have found the one with this little mare, why else would she have invited him back to her house and taken his virginity!
“I mean, we both got laid, isn’t that good enough?!” Anon facehoofed, actually starting to feel a little bad for the pitiful creature. It may have been the overwhelming amount of dopamine coursing through her brain, but he really did seem kinda pathetic. “Look, how about you just head home, get some rest, and try not to dwell on it. Just consider this whole situation a nice bout of friendly sex,” she grumbled.
“So we can be friends then?” Zephyr chirped, his ears perking up at bit. “Because if we’re friends, maybe it’ll become more than that! After all, I am an up and coming mane therapist and you couldn’t keep your hooves off of me, remember,” he teased, smiling garishly.
“Fine, whatever, just leave. I have to clean all this cum out of my fur before it dries and I wind up looking like I got in a fight with a bottle of wallpaper paste,” the filly grunted, pointing towards the door as she trotted off to the bathroom.
With renewed confidence, and hopelessly smitten, Zephyr headed towards the exit. “Don’t you worry babe. The Breeze will win that little heart of yours if it’s the last thing he does,” he proclaimed. Opening the door, he brought a hoof to his lips, blowing her a kiss. “You take care of yourself Sweetness, I’ll catch you later,” and with that, he was gone, leaving the tiny green mare to her own devices.
Anon shuddered, the implication that she may have usurped Rainbow Dash as Zephyr’s top waifu was, to say the least, disconcerting. Making her way to the shower, and leaving a trail of seed and nectar on the carpet behind her, she set the water to warm. The stallion had made a spectacular mess of her coat, not to mention the substantial amount of cum he’d deposited in her marehood. She paused, a cold feeling of dread creeping over her. Zephyr came inside her not once, but twice. Anon was no doctor, or veterinarian for that matter, but she knew enough to realize that’s a damn good way to get knocked up. Stepping into the shower, she allowed the water to cascade over herself as she beat her head against the wall. ‘Well,’ she thought to herself, feeling a trail of spunk creep down her inner thigh, ‘looks like I’ll be going to the Ponyville clinic first thing tomorrow…’
