A Cluster of Complications

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Fetish, Random, Twilight Sparkle, Lyra, Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Zephyr Breeze, Porn
Length: 5811

Anon, after a series of poor life choices, decides to visit Ponyville General to get herself checked out. Confusing revelations and lewd shenanigans ensue...

Anon, after being turned into a pint-sized pony and binging on her hedonistic tendencies, decides to go to a doctor (or would it be veterinarian?) for a checkup. She learns a few interesting facts about herself, had a bit of a tantrum, is thrown out, then runs into Lyra. Things get weird, which is saying something, and then go completely off the rails. Will our awkward little horse intrepid hero ever get a moment's rest?!? Tune in and find out!!!

Kinks Include: Female on Female, Some Oral, Sex Toys (Don't Ask), Sensual Sorcery, Screwing One's Self Over (Again, Don't Ask), Cataclysmic Climaxes, Unexpected Interruptions, and a Myriad of Misadventures!!!

Artwork by Dankflank

Published 2018-12-19 21:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-12-19 21:30:01 UTC

For a Pugnacious Pony

Anon grumbled, casting her sleepy gaze around the waiting room of the Ponyville Hospital. After a terrible night’s sleep, and cleaning up her apartment, she’d wandered over to the the medical facility. Her decision to go in for a checkup had been spurred by Zephyr, the insufferably attractive bastard, blowing a load in her the day before. Now, she was no doctor, or veterinarian for that matter, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to cover her ass, or at least cover it with something other than seed. After all, the last thing she needed was to wind up carrying around a foal. God, nobody needed that. Thankfully, the clinic was virtually empty, so her wait wasn’t that bad. Besides that, she still hadn’t had an examination since her incident.

Long story short, she used to be a human male. Celestia, the decadent fatass, had decided to turn her into an impish mare. Supposedly, it had been a mistake, but Anon wasn’t buying it for a second. Finding herself a pugnacious filly-sized horse, she’d quickly discovered a seemingly insatiable appetite for stallions. As infuriating as it was, and even though she was loath to admit it, she really didn’t mind. Still, making sure she hadn’t suffered some unseen medical issue wasn’t a bad idea. And so, she’d decided to get checked out.

“Ms. Nonymous,” a nurse called, looking down at the chart in her hoof with a puzzled expression. She didn’t recognize the pony, that much was certain. Maybe she and her family had recently moved to town. Regardless, she had a job to do.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Anon groaned, getting to her hooves and trotting towards the mare. If she remembered right, the pony’s name was Snowheart. As she approached, the buttery yellow horse with sky blue mane cocked her head. “What?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing. This way Ms.,” Snowheart responded, ushering her patient towards the nearest, vacant exam room. She wasn’t sure what kind of parent would leave their filly unattended, but she wasn’t pleased. “Alright, I just need to get some baselines,” the nurse announced, motioning towards a scale sitting in the corner. The runtish pony rolled her eyes, but complied. With practiced precision, she gathered a few measurements. Height, weight, temperature, everything seemed totally fine for a young mare.

“Everything alright?” the pint sized pony muttered, glancing from the chart to the nurse. She’d never liked doctors, even as a human, so the entire affair left her feeling anxious. So far, the visit hadn’t been terrible, but Anon wouldn’t be surprised if the actual physician wanted to poke or prod her a bit more extensively.

“Looks fine to me!” the medical mare chirped, smiling at her patient to assuage any apprehension. “The doctor will be with you shortly, so you just wait right here,” she added, trotting out and closing the door behind her.

Left alone in the room, Anon did what anyone would do. Opening one of the cabinets, she began rummaging around for anything interesting. Tongue depressors, disposable thermometers, equine health literature, paper towels, and a few other bits of regular medical fare greeted her. The only things of note that she discovered were a few bottles of lube, speculums, and, for whatever reason, patient gowns. She’d seen ponies wearing them before, but it was still befuddling. Like, why would the denizens of Equestria need hospital gowns if they walked around buck naked ninety nine percent of the time? Puzzling questions of Equestrian medical etiquette aside, Anon quickly grew bored with her snooping. Hopping onto the exam bed, she idly kicked her hind legs, as she awaited to be seen.

“Ms. Nonymous?” a voice announced, just as the door was subsequently opened and knocked upon. In typical fashion of such professionals, the doctor knocked and introduced himself after letting himself in. Without waiting for a reply, he continued, “I’m Doctor Horse. What seems to be the problem today?” Flipping through her chart, he adjusted his glasses and awaited an answer.

“Well Doc, I wanted to get a checkup,” the puny mare declared, swiftly, but softly, mumbling, “and I might be pregnant.” There wasn’t really any sugar coating that sort of concern.

“E...excuse me?” the physician stuttered. Re-checking her information, he noticed her age was twenty five, which seemed nearly impossible.

“Yeah, I might have had sex with a guy without protection…” Anon murmured, blushing a bit and rubbing the back of her neck with a hoof. Fuckin hell, this was even more awkward than she’d imagined.

“Protection? Like a shield or a spell?” Dr. Horse pressed, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“For fuck’s sake. A condom, some sorta contraception!” the tiny earth pony exclaimed, quickly losing patience. If this quack didn’t know about basic birth control, she’d hate to see him deal with a legitimate medical emergency.

“So...you don’t want a foal?” the stallion inquired, utterly perplexed.

“No I don’t want a damn foal! Do I look like I’d make a good mother to you?!?” Anon blurted, dragging her hooves across her face in frustration. “Look, a stallion blew his baby batter in my tender horse pussy. I mean, this ain’t rocket science!” she added, exasperatedly pointing to her groin.

“Ma’am,” the unicorn sighed, pinching the bridge of his snout, “I’ll assume you’ve forgotten how conception works. Members of Equus Pastelicus, like you and I, can’t conceive unless both parties intend for a pregnancy to occur…” Sweet Celestia, it was going to be one of those days, he could already tell.

“I…” the mare trailed off, caught off guard by his explanation. Sure, they’d never really explained the process of ponies getting knocked up on the show, but she’d always assumed it happened the same way as it did with other mammals. Needless to say, the news was a source of great relief and, more importantly, it meant Anon could get as many creampies and hot dickings as her supple marehood could endure! Her elation, however, was cut short, as a warm glow surrounded her body. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it sure as shit caught her unawares.

“Just a quick scan, no worries,” the stallion hastily interjected, noting his patient’s reaction. He wasn’t a psychologist, but his skill at detecting physiological aberrations would tell him if there was anything that needed to be immediately addressed; it was, after all, a hallmark of his profession, as dictated by the electrocardiograph emblazoned on his flank. “Hmmph,” he grunted, his examination complete, “I can see you weren’t quite honest at registration.”

“What? How?” Anon barked resentfully, as the magic surrounding her dissipated. She was pretty sure she hadn’t bullshitted them, having given her address, name, age, sex, and all the other necessary information they’d asked for.

“You said you were twenty five,” the doctor noted, amending his patient’s chart with the newfound data he’d gleaned from his sorcerous scrutiny. Really, when would ponies stop lying about their age.

“Uh, yeah, that’s because I am,” the pipsqueak horse chided, hopping from the bed.

“No, you’re twenty eight,” the stallion corrected, glaring at her over his spectacles. He’d been a bit surprised himself, given her diminutive stature; but that’s what happens when a filly with a pituitary disorder and terrible diet grows up.

“So you’re telling me the Princess made me a girl and tacked on a few years?! Great, just fucking great!” Anon griped, literally hopping in place with anger. “Wait,” she paused, her expression of rage shifting to one of abject fear, “how long do horses live anyways?!?” Flinging herself at the amber colored pony, she tugged on his shirt in manic desperation. “Tell me!” the mare bleated. She couldn’t say for certain, but, if she remembered right, most horses only lived twenty or thirty years. At least, the equines on Earth did.

“O...orderlies!” Doctor Horse shouted, cramming one hoof against his patient’s face, as he fought to free himself from her grasp. The mare’s assertion of an alicorn’s meddling, and referencing some sort of transformation, cemented his suspicion that something was disastrously amiss with the pony. Fortunately, two of the hospitals attendants came rushing in, a pair of muscular stallion orderlies, and separated the two. “Please see our ahem guest to the door,” he demanded, trotting off and straightening his garment. He had every intention of speaking to Princess Twilight about this troublesome mare.

“Get off me,” Anon bellowed, wriggling in the stallion’s grip. Due to the proximity of the exam room they’d been using, she quickly found herself tossed out on her ass. “Screw you guys!” she yelled. Attempting to flip the bird at the hospital, only to be reminded of her hooves a moment later, did nothing to help her mood. Stomping off indignantly, Anon wasn’t sure exactly where she was heading. Going to the clinic had been the only thing she needed to do, so the rest of her day was basically open. Curiously, Twilight hasn’t made an appearance since she’d been deposited back in Ponyville after her metamorphosis. More than likely, the Princess was out on some friendship errant.

“Oh! Ma’am!” a voice called out, drawing Anon’s attention. Lyra, the aquamarine unicorn, came dashing in her direction.

“Yeah?” the vertically challenged, lime green mare grumbled. It’s not that she didn’t like Lyra, far from it; she was just reminded of her rejection at the hooves of the quirky unicorn. Not only had she been turned down on a handful of occasions, when she’d been a human guy, but the little golden eyed pony had seemingly tried to avoid her before.

“Can I interest you in the first annual Human-Con?” Lyra cheerfully chirped, fishing into one of her saddle bags to produce a flyer. Handing it over, she noticed the shamrock colored pony recoil. “I...is everything ok?” she quietly asked.

Anon stared down at the flyer in abject shock. Somepony had painstakingly drawn a caricature of herself when she’d been a man. The ‘Human-Con’, as the leaflet described, was an event where ponies could convene to discuss their interest in homo-sapiens. To think that Lyra, the very pony who’d shunned her, actually did have an interest in bipedal Earthings was, well, jarring, to say the least. “How long have you been planning this?” she mumbled, slowly looking up to meet the unicorn’s eyes.

“Well, I just kinda threw it together today,” Lyra sheepishly giggled.

“Why?” Anon probed, hell bent on getting an explanation for the nonsensical event.

“It’s just that Anonymous has been missing for fifty two hours, thirteen minutes, and thirty three seconds, give or take,” the unicorn sighed, shaking her head. “Look, I know a lot of ponies don’t like him, but he’s not a bad guy!” she insisted, stamping a hoof in frustration.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess you never talked to him about it,” the filly-sized mare retorted, grinding her teeth in bitter consternation. For the love of all that’s holy, if this stupid horse was actually interested in her before her mishap, she was going to be royally pissed.

“W...well, n...not really,” Lyra stammered, a blush creeping across her face. “He was just so big, and strong, and tall, and handsome…” she blathered on, practically swooning over the man. How could she, a mere quadrupedal equine, have ever given any serious thought to approaching him? Sure, he’d made a pass at her a few times, speaking honeyed words and waggling his majestic eyebrows at her, but she knew the truth. There’s no way that Anon, the glorious human, would ever be interested in a boring mare like herself. That being said, she’d taken it upon herself to chronicle his every move, documenting his actions with nigh religious zeal. She’d even sift through his trash when he wasn’t looking, ferreting away his sullied and cum drenched tissues to sniff while she rubbed one out. The mere memory of him was enough to moisten her loins and send a shiver up her spine.

Anon had seen this scene play out a thousand times before. Well, not exactly in person, but she recognized all the signs. It seemed like little Lyra, the unassuming background pony that she was, had a crippling case of spaghetti in her pocket. That is to say, she had stalker tendencies and was too socially awkward to confess her feelings to the target of her affection. As she watched the moe unicorn babble on, her resentment began to wane. “Hey,” she said, tapping the other pony’s shoulder, “where’s this little expo of yours? I wouldn’t mind giving it a look, seeing as how I don’t have anything else planned for today.”

Perking right up, Lyra beamed at her new acquaintance. After all, anypony who had an interest in humans, was a friend of hers. “Come on, it’s right over here,” she proclaimed, trotting down the street. Smiling to herself, she sauntered along with the little pony following closely behind. The fact that she didn’t recognize the short mare, was rather odd. She wouldn’t be surprised if the green equine was from out of town, which would explain why she was willing to join her for the show she’d put together. “Say,” the unicorn said, looking over her shoulder, “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Anon,” the runtish mare responded, without even thinking. Lyra immediately stopped, whirling around to face her. Facing the wildly grinning unicorn, Anon gulped. There was something about the crazed look in the mare’s golden eyes that was profoundly unsettling.

“That’s quite a coincidence, you’ve got a very similar name to his!” Lyra chuckled, turning back and continuing on her way. Something just didn’t add up. If Anon, if that was her real name, wasn’t from town, why hadn’t she asked more about humans or Anonymous? “So, I gotta ask, what do you know about humans?” she quizzed.

“I, uh, I heard they’re some kinda legendary creature that walks on two legs,” Anon murmured, trying to think quickly. She wasn’t sure what Lyra would do if she professed to having once been the dashing young man she was smitten with. Considering how the unicorn was acting, and the admission of stalking, she didn’t want to risk upsetting the mare. As such, she attempted to give a non-answer. Humans hadn’t been addressed much in the show, beyond the Equestria Girls media. Unfortunately, Anon hadn’t gotten into the EQG material, decrying it as heresy to true ponies.

“Yeah, I guess. And you said you never got to meet Anonymous?” the unicorn pressed, attempting to tease out more information from the unfamiliar pony.

“Nope. But I heard about how he got brought to Canterlot after he arrived!” the dwarfish mare asserted. Nearly everypony knew about the human’s visit to the capital, so that should mollify the curious unicorn. As they trotted along, Anon realized she wasn’t sure where this supposed event was taking place, but the two weren’t even in the business district of Ponyville.

“Yeah, that was bananas. I wish I could have heard what the Princesses said at that meeting…” Lyra sighed. Trotting up to her house, she opened the door and stepped inside. She hadn’t had the bits to rent a bigger venue, so she’d simply rearranged her living room for the occasion. “Welcome,” the unicorn announced, theatrically sweeping a hoof over the various displays and curios, “to Human-Con!”

Anon really hadn’t been sure of what to expect, but it sure as hell hadn’t been a bunch of hoofmade exhibits, informational boards, trinkets gleaned from his refuse, and who knows what else. Trotting up beside the unicorn, she tried to take it all in. The best way she could describe the scene would be to say, it looked like a group project between a crackpot conspiracy theorist and fanatical stalker. Everything from makeshift anatomical diagrams, “artifacts” from her trash, as well as speculations on what they were, and an area designated for “art”. It was surreal, to say the least.

“I know, it’s a lot!” the unicorn exclaimed, trotting around the room to lovingly look over her collection. The entirety of all her study on Anonymous was in the room, so she hoped Anon was impressed. “Feel free to browse or ask questions,” she added, watching as the tiny mare circled the area.

To say Anon was stunned, would be a gross understatement. Sure, she’d tried to take a pass at Lyra, prior to her transformation, but she had no idea the unicorn was as obsessed as she apparently was. Trotting over to the “art” section, she nearly gagged, as she looked at a collection of poetry and homemade fanfiction. Turning to her left, she noticed a doorway with a black curtain hanging over it. Beside the entryway, a note was posted “Stallions and Mare’s Only”. She shuddered to think what was behind the veil, but she had to ask. “So,” Anon said, turning to her host, “what’s back there.”

Lyra squinted at the green mare, with suspicion in her eyes. “You’re not a filly are ya?” she asked, shrewdly rubbing her chin with a hoof. She’d met a few ponies of indecipherable age before, so she had to be sure her visitor wasn’t too young to see what she’d been working on.

“What? Pfffft, nah! Just came from seeing Doctor Horse. I’m just a runt,” Anon clarified, inadvertently reminding herself of her advanced age in horse years. She knew she’d need to get that looked into at some point. As distracting as her own mortality was, she was far too curious about whatever forbidden things were concealed within the mysterious room.

Waving the earth pony over, the unicorn lowered her tone. “It’s a top secret project, so you can’t tell anypony,” she whispered conspiratorially to the lone convention attendant. For all she knew, her guest may be on some covert mission to reveal her secrets; or worse, out to steal Anonymous’s trinkets away from her!
“Sure, yeah. I won’t tell anypony,” the filly-sized mare replied. The unicorn nodded once, before disappearing behind the dark cloth covered doorway. Something had told Anon she’d regret asking what was behind the damn curtain, and she hadn’t been wrong.

“I hope you’re ready,” Lyra’s called out from the concealed area, “because this is gonna blow your mind!” The pinnacle of her labors, the fruit of all her hard work, time, and savings, was about to be revealed. Affectionately, she lifted the item from its dias, immeasurably pleased with what she’d created.

Leaping back into view, the unicorn held a onyx colored item aloft with her magic. As she began to grasp what she was looking at, Anon’s face contorted violently. A wave of emotions crashed over her; confusion crumbled under the disgust of understanding, disgust burned away from the seething anger which had ignited within her. Lyra, somehow, for some reason or other, had crafted a nearly perfect simulation of Anon’s dick. Even though she was now a horse, replete with two little teets and juicy marehood, there was no way she’d ever forget what her dong had looked like. The color difference had thrown her off at first, but the veins and size were unmistakable.

“W...where? How?” Anon sputtered, her confusion overriding her irritation. The green mare had many, many questions for the human crazed unicorn.

“Well, I snuck into his apartment and took measurements when he was asleep. Oh! And I might have taken a few pictures. You know, just to be as accurate as possible,” Lyra explained, looking affectionately at her phallic creation. “But that’s not the best part…” she reverently breathed, levitating the dong towards Anon with her sorcery.

“What’s the best part?” the puny horse snorted, eying the painstakingly forged simulacrum of the dick she’d once wielded. She had to say, it was pretty damn accurate, having captured subtle details in vein structure and how it leaned slightly to one side. Another unintended benefit, Anon noted, was how much larger it looked from the vantage of a diminutive equine. It wasn’t as large as Thunderlane’s or Zephyrs, but it seemed more than big enough to get the job done. Finding herself wondering how it would feel, the earth pony quickly shook her head.

“It’s enchanted for her pleasure,” the unicorn whispered, shooting her friend a wink and cheeky grin. It’s true, Lyra had spent weeks browsing various books on spellcraft and augmentative magics. After several failed attempts, she’d finally succeeded in her work on the masterfully crafted tool. While she’d never bedded Anon, she could only imagine the experience of being rutted by the biped was unimaginably pleasurable.

“So what, it’s got a vibrating feature or something?” Anon chuckled, cocking an eyebrow at Lyra. As disquieting as it was to be face to face with a knockoff version of her prior manhood, she couldn’t deny the fact that owning a dildo wasn’t unappealing.

“It’s so much better,” Lyra said, bringing the toy closer to Anon’s face. “Lick it,” she cooed, hoping her guess would take her up on the offer. “And don’t worry,” she added, “I cleaned it before putting it out.”

Staring at the glans of the dildo, Anon shrugged. Everypony has a breaking point, and that point, for her, had already passed. She couldn’t put her hoof on it, but it was somewhere between hearing that a mare actually had a full blown obsession for her, when she’d been human, and witnessing a molded model of the cock she used to own. Leaning in, she gave the glistening tip of the marital aid a lick. Damn near instantly, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, leaving her marehood clenching. In shock, she looked at the unicorn.

“Yeah, I told you it was good…” the musically inclined pony mused, smiling broadly. The toy might only have a limited charge, lasting for only a few minutes, but it was an extraordinary experience to use. Powered by a small, internal crystal, the device would recharge over a twenty four hour period. Admittedly, it didn’t have the length of girth of a stallion’s, but the mystical augmentations more than made up for it.

“Lyra,” Anon whimpered, shame nearly overwhelming her for what she was about to say, “c...can I get a demonstration with it?” She couldn’t believe herself. Here she was, a dwarfish mare, asking some pony she’d only recently met to plow her with a dildo inspired by a penis she used to have. Judging from what it did when her tongue caressed it, her loins just might explode if exposed to the the ensorceled tool.

“B...but what about the Con!” Lyra objected, waving to the various displays and billboards she’d crafted. Before she could say more, she found her face squeezed between the short, little pony’s forehooves. As her head was pulled down, her eyes met her the green mare’s.

“Lyra, just think about what it would be like to be Anonymous! Walking around on two legs or digging your fingers into some mare’s flank as you rut them silly,” Anon goaded, noting a bead of sweat run down the unicorn’s face. “All that power! And imagine,” she sighed, releasing Lyra’s face and running her hoof along the toy’s length, “you could have that, using this.”

Shaking free, Lyra briskly trotted back towards the concealed area. “Get on the couch,” she sternly commanded. She’d wanted to try the dong out with Bon Bon, but she’d been turned down. Apparently, her beige friend was too good for human dick. But Anon, the strange green mare who seemed to have an interest in hominids, didn’t seem to have that issue.

Anon looked around for a second, trying to find the aforementioned couch, before spying the piece of furniture. She wasn’t sure how she’d missed it, but the sofa was just beside the front door. Hopping up onto the cushions, Anon reclined back and awaited her host. While she idly rubbed her nethers, a curious thought came to mind. Every day, every single day since she’d been turned into a pony had ended up in some lewd fiasco. And what was with the aquamarine colored equines? First Zephyr Breeze, now Lyra! It was almost like some higher power was dicking with her. Well, figuratively, at least.

“Alright,” Lyra called, awkwardly stepping out and bracing herself on the door frame while standing on her hind legs, “spread ‘em.” Having adorned her homemade strapon harness, the black length of dildo dangled from her loin. Even though the base of it was barely grazing her crotch, she shivered in pleasure. In hindsight, she may have gone overboard with the stimulation magic; but she wasn’t going to complain now. Rutting another mare with the toy would make for a fine experiment, if nothing else.

Noticing the mare standing with the dong affixed to her groin, Anon licked her lips. She was fully cognizant that, in a sense, she was about to fuck herself, but she didn’t care. With as much crazy shit as she’d been through, this would just be another notch on her belt. Reclining back, and reaching down, she spread her thick labia. The dark, exterior flesh of her marehood parted, revealing the moist, pink interior of her canal. Looking up, with a playful glint in her eye, she gazed at the unicorn. “Rut me like one of your human girls,” she purred, trying not to laugh at how hokey the line was. To her dismay, Lyra came bolting across the room.

Leaping between Anon’s thighs, the strapon wielding unicorn ground the length of the toy across the puny mare’s gash. The sorcerous dong’s energy discharged into the earth pony’s clit, causing the green equine to grit her teeth in pleasure. Rearing her hips back, she aligned the head of the dildo with Anon’s entrance. “Alright, just tell me if it starts to get too intense,” Lyra said, watching the smaller mare’s lower lips wrap around the toy’s tip. Pressing forward, having barely inserted the head of the dildo, the runty pony’s thighs began to tremble.

Anon felt like she was going to die. No sooner had the sex toy penetrated her pliable marehood, than she came with the force of a minor tsunami. Not even Thunder’s stallionhood caused her to go full ahegao, yet here she was; leaking like a faucet while being fucked by a socially inept unicorn wearing a strapon. Even though she was sure the magical elements of the marital aid were fully at fault, she had to admit, it felt pretty damn good. Sure, its size may have paled in comparison to a pony’s, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. The rounded head, slight curve, and ridge of the glans seemed to tickle her canal in the best way imaginable. “Oh Anonymous,” she groaned, lovingly looking up at her partner, “fuck my sweet little horse pussy.”

The words, while unexpected, drove Lyra into a frenzy. Stepping into a human’s shoes, figuratively speaking, was quite exhilarating. “Oh yeah! I’m gonna pump my man sperm into that little pony womb of yours,” she growled. Although employing the dildo on somepony wasn’t quite as enjoyable as pounding herself with it, the sensation was still thoroughly enjoyable. Bucking her hips and plunging the toy into the smaller pony, looking at Anon’s face contorted in pleasure, and having the base of the dildo rubbing against her snatch; what more could a mare ask for. Utilizing her magic, she started fiddling with her partner’s perky teats, devilishly twisting her nipples and massaging the tender globes of flesh.

“Oh FUCK!” Anon squealed. Thrashing about, her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She wasn’t sure how much the stupid dildo had cost to produce, but she knew she’d have to give Lyra a visit to get one herself. Gnawing a forehoof to quell her mewling, she found her leg quickly dragged away and pinned to the couch. Looking up to her partner, the unicorn met her eye with a sadistic grin.

“Scream for me,” Lyra barked, hilting the toy in Anon’s cunt. Obediently, the half-pint mare obliged, howling incoherently as she came a second time. Her thighs, now slick with a cocktail of the earth pony’s juices and her own nectar, slapped wetly against Anon’s rump. Imaging herself as Anonymous, powerful and majestic, she couldn’t help but yearn for her own impending orgasm.

“Anonymous,” Anon pleaded, wrapping her hind legs around Lyra’s hips, “put a foal in my oven!” To hell with any modesty or reservations, she’d say whatever she had to to have the unicorn keep plowing her! Shortly after finding herself a mare, she’d discovered the insanely short, and nearly non-existent, refractory period females held. As such, she could climax repeatedly in amazingly short order.

“Here it CUMS!” the cyan maned mare cried. Biting her lip, she pumped her ecstasy fueled, mystic might into the silicone sculpture she’d crafted. The magical overload, coupled with her own climactic fury, send both of the mares into a feedback loop of pleasure. Together, the two ponies shrieked in uncontested bliss, coating the surrounding area in mare sauce.

Abruptly, the front door was kicked in, leaving a gloriously backlit stallion in the entryway. Stiffly, he stood for a moment, taking in the lewd and sticky scene he’d stumbled across. “Don’t worry Sugar Buns! I’ll save you!” Zephyr heroically declared, rushing to the couch and the orgasming equines on it. Inelegantly, he scooped up his paramour and unsheathed her from the unicorn’s dastardly hardware of horse pussy destruction. Writhing in his wings, a drunk and euphoric expression on her face, he met his lover’s eyes.

Having gone looking for the mare of his dreams, Zephyr had quested about town. It was only by blind luck that he’d heard her cries of distress from Lyra’s house. He wasn’t sure exactly what the wicked little unicorn was doing to her, or what that weird looking sculpture on her crotch was, but he knew that he had to rescue his love from the heinous situation.

Despite the fact that Anon had just cum with the force of an extinction level event, seeing the detestable pegasus shook her from her stupor. Her mind barely functioning, and on wobbly legs, she wriggled from his clutches and bolted for the door. Screeching madly, while leaving a trail of fem-cum all over the damn place, she ran out into the street. She didn’t know if the day could get any worse. As if on cue, her concern was realized.

“Stop right there…” a voice called out, causing Anon to stumble and face plant in the packed earth of the road. The vertically challenged mare gulped, realizing all too well who was descending from the heavens.

“You’ve been making quite a mess of things,” Twilight stated, looking down at the filly sized mare. If it weren’t for that Equestria threatening frappuccino catastrophe in Baltimare, she’d have handled Anonymous the day prior. Regardless, she’d been able to make it back to Ponyville before its newest citizen caused any major problems.

Anon wasn’t really sure how to react. She was covered in dirt and pony effluence, reeling from a sexual encounter with a mare using a facsimile of a dick she once owned, and facing an upset alicorn princess. Getting to her hooves, and brushing off some of the dust on her green coat, she opened her mouth to offer a rebuttal. Sadly, the element of magic had other plans.

“You’re coming with me,” Twilight groaned, levitating Anon upward.

“Let go of my precious Sugar Buns!” Zephyr protested, galloping to the wee mare’s side and taking to the skies with her in his forelegs. “It’s ok Sweetie, I got you,” he triumphantly murmured, cradling his would be lover to his chest. He wasn’t sure what that crazy unicorn had been doing to her, or what Twilight wanted, but he thanked his lucky stars that he was able to save her before things had gotten worse.

“Hey!” the purple alicorn exclaimed, clumsily pursuing the interfering stallion. While she didn’t fully realize what in Tartarus was going on, she knew that, whatever it was, Anon had to be at the heart of it. It seemed like Celestia’s plan to transform their guest into a pony had backfired in spectacular fashion. But, seeing as how it just had to be part of her former instructor’s plan, there had to be some reasoning behind it. Maybe it was a test for her, or perhaps the entire debacle was some sort of experiment on humans’ psychological responses to transmutative magic; either way, it was impossible that Celestia could have made a mistake. Displeased with her lack of aerial speed and maneuverability, the Princess simply opted to teleport herself before the meddlesome pegasus. “Stop. Right. Now!” Twilight demanded, her horn igniting in frustration.

“You’re never gonna hurt my Honey Bunches!” the stallion proclaimed, defensively clutching the dwarfish mare to himself. He had no idea what the Princess wanted, and he didn’t care. All that mattered to Zephyr was that nopony harm a precious hair on his darling’s head. Anon was the only pony who’d ever freely given him the time of day and he’d lost his virginity to her a scant twenty minutes after that! If there was ever a mare who’d won his heart, it was her.

“Zephyr, I don’t have time for this. I really, really need to speak with Anon. Trust me, she’ll be fine!” Twilight groaned. Great, now she had to deal with two troublesome ponies for the price of one.

“Hold the hell up! Don’t I have a say in this?!?” Anon barked, squirming in the pegasus’s grip. Sure, she knew she had to talk with Twilight, but the situation was quickly spiraling out of control. For fuck’s sake, first Zephyr bust in and interrupted her good time with Lyra and now this shit with the Princess.

A sinister laugh caused the various equines to cease their bickering and look about in bewilderment. “Oh, I’m sorry Anon, but that’s a big no can do,” a mischievous and somewhat sonorous voice chuckled. Appearing from nowhere, a meaty paw plucked the small mare from the stallion’s hooves. “I believe I’ll have a word with our furry little friend…”

“Discord?!?” Zephyr and Twilight shouted in tandem, utterly shocked with the draconequus’s arrival.

“Are you fucking SERIOUS?!” Anon squawked, her legs ineffectually flailing, as she dangled from her tail in the Chaos Lord’s grasp. The last thing she’d expected was a visit from the hodge-podge demigod, and she wasn’t sure what, if anything, she could do.

Craning his neck downward, and bringing his fanged muzzle to his purloined pony’s face, Discord smiled. “Am I serious? Hardly ever. Do you get a say in this? No, not really. But trust me, you’re going to love what I have in store for you, my little pony…” he whispered, snapping his fingers and disappearing with the very confused, and still leaking, mare.