You were shocked to find such a horrific yet simply dazzling golden box at the local thrift market, it was made of pure gold material and etched with utmost care with odd symbols of lust.
You dashed into your apartment like a blur of light, heart racing within your chest wildly at the possibilities. Was it indeed possible that you had found the fabled Cuddle Configuration, that a simple puzzle solution could soon unlock the doors to untold pleasures of lust and desire?
Your hands quivered with excitement as you yanked the golden puzzle out of your coat pocket, slamming the door behind you with a thunderous thud, making sure the door was locked firmly in place.
You could barely contain your glee skidding across the floor of the apartment, doing a one-eighty jump onto your favorite recliner. Hands worked quick and your mind ever quicker, allowing instincts to guide every movement of the box.
You've heard stories or more like whispers in the dark about this frail little box, people claiming it unlocks a mistress of utmost beauty from another dimension. If you are able to sway this guardian of the void, she will grant your every desire, if you fall onto her bad side, legend claims she will punish you in a nightmarish way.
The box tightened in your hand as a gasp escaped your lips, it needed just a simple twist to unlock your goddess. Were you ready, more importantly would you be worthy of the Cuddlebite's gifts?
With a light head full of mind numbing thoughts, you clicked the box into place, electricity shooting into the air wildly. You gave a scream in horror as the box reconfigured quickly into a series of various positions, every light in your cramped apartment flickering in place before they exploded.
You felt as if the world was shifting from side to side in a haze of colors, soon everything went a pitch black, all color plunged into the void. Your heart racing with anxiety, this was a mistake and now you felt ice cold, as if in a world no longer your own.
Light peeked through the abyss suddenly, your eyes adjusting to the inky darkness, before you took notice of being in some kind of celler. Chains rusted yet razor sharp dangled from the ceiling in all directions, vague shadows of gags, cuffs and collars far off in the room nearly out of view.
This was indeed a nightmarish realm you were now trapped within, your stomach tying into a large tight knot as you thought of one thing.
What was trapped in here with you?
“Who seeks my judgement!?” Her voice echoed out of the void, it was elegant and soft spoken with a touch of class.
What beauty could such a voice belong to, would you be able to witness a goddess in the flesh without going completely insane?
Her footsteps came closer from within the darkness, you held your breath in utter defeat of what action to make. Soon she came into view for you to take in her beauty, wearing a long flowing umbra dress made of fine silks and dainty lace.
A melancholy transparent diamond necklace hung around her swan like neck, studs of various quality pierced through her right ear. Lovely ink black eyeshadow and mascara complimented her eyes, stunning pale blue hues that seemed to shimmer for miles.
Her flowing pink hair cascading down her backside in messy waves of pure ecstasy, with just one flaw on such a flawless creature.
“You're a pony!?” You spoke in utter shock, jaw nearly hitting the floor in simple disbelief.
“I prefer the term equine, pony just fills what's left of my soul with unwavering rage.” This odd little pastel yellow creature spoke in a soft melancholy voice.
“But it's the Cuddle Configuration!!” You let a groan escape your lips in growing anger, you expected a beauty of the century yet got a dumb horse.
“Indeed and I am it's mistress.” The pony blunk long lashes in a give no shit attitude.
“Well, could I like go home? This has been a very disappointing night.” You rolled your eyes to the mare, her muzzle scrunching up cutely.
“I asked your name, pathetic mortal!” She smacked her lips lacklusterly.
“I'm not telling my name to a dumb yellow horse!” You swung your hand to swat the pony on the muzzle in anger.
Yet you felt a piercing pain enter your hand, a razor sharp hook flying out if the darkness as it stabbed deeply into your weak flesh. Screaming in pain a second chain and hook stabbed the other hand, soon lifting you off the floor with ease, holding you in the air crucifixion style in agony.
“You solved the puzzle, you called, so I came!” This pony extended her small yellow wings, fluttering up high into the air, her eyes locking onto your own.
“Ahhhh! Anon, my name is Anon!” You screamed in horror, the chains pulling tighter as you could feel your shoulders about to be dislocated.
“Anonymous? How quaint…” Her hoof slapped you rough across the jaw in a loud pop.
“Please let me go, I just wanted…” You spit out a wad of blood from the slap given.
“You wanted, what all pathetic mortals want.” Her tiny hooves traced small circles around your chest tenderly, her soft plush muzzle nuzzling your cheek sweetly.
“Ahhh!” You yelled, her small frame and pillow like rump massaging against your crotch in a delicate gyrating dance.
“You wanted pleasure…” She lapped her warm wet tongue across the nape of your neck.
“You wanted desire of the flesh…” She moans so soft into your ear, as if on the brink of ecstasy.
“Above all you wanted, unbridled lust!” She un-clicks her dress as it falls off her tiny frame in one swift motion.
Her bare coat in front of you in all its glory, with extra soft chest floof for you to enjoy, her pink tail swishing side to side playfully, leaning in to place the kiss upon your lips.
“Ahhhh! I don't want to fuck a filthy horse!” You screamed in her face at the top of your lungs, her mane billowing back in utter shock and surprise.
“Filthy horse!? I offer to show you the pure lovely sadness and pain of lust!” Her voice became darker more sinister, her clothes reappeared in a cloud of thundering black storm clouds.
“Shit! I'm sorry pony!” You struggled in place trying to escape your bondage.
“I am the mistress of brutality…” She waved a hoof over you, your clothes exploded in a cloud of ashes burning away and leaving you nude.
“I am the seductress of the night…” Her muzzle twitched as four cuffs of unbreakable violet adamantium flew out of the abyss, each locking into place upon your ankles and wrists.
“I am the sweet sadness of love and lost…” She flipped her mane over her shoulder, a large pink ball gag slamming itself hard into your open mouth locking shut.
“I am the ecstasy of pain…” Her long lashes batted, a blank white collar of silence locking tightly around your neck with a loud hiss.
Your voice trapped away easily for as long as it hung around your neck, locked with a small cute silver heart shaped locket, that dangled in front of you sweetly.
“For if you cross me…” She hissed from the bleak night, light being spirited away from this realm swiftly.
“I Will Cuddle Your Soul Apart!” She stomped a hoof in burning anger upon the floor, wincing in pain you could feel your body contorting, crunching and shrinking.
Hair growing out long and silken cascading down your shoulders, parts of your body expanding while others painfully shrunk. The bones of your face snapping in horrific pain as you could feel your mouth protrude into a tiny muzzle, fingers and toes receding slowly yet painfully, leaving only hooves behind.
You were indeed in hell.
“A filthy horse…” Her voice wafted across the night sky, your eyes opening to a lit but claustrophobic room.
You gazed down in horror, skin covered in a soft pink coat of a pony. Hands gone forever replaced with tiny hooves, you wanted to scream but could only silently squee. Delicate strands of a turquoise mane framing your face cutely, cuffs holding you in place as each had been strapped to a large bed by chains.
You could feel your heart racing in utmost terror, eyes now a pale pink darting across the room frantically. You were a mare a female pony, tiny body wiggling in place helplessly as the door to this room swung open.
A large towering stallion walking in from the shadows with a large smirk, features hidden by the darkness except for the long pulsing cock that lifted high. Lifted by the mere lovely sight of you, your ears pinning back in horror as he began to walk closer.
In the end…
It was you, who became the filthy horse.
