Pony Addiction

I was afraid. The hair on my arms was standing on end and my stomach flip flopped nauseously. Terror induced sweat was soaking through my shirt. The greasy asphalt was gone and with it the constant traffic of automobiles. The city air was beautiful and clear. I couldn't see another human anywhere. Brightly coloured little horses starred at me with intelligent and curious eyes.

Someone had clearly dosed me with acid and any moment now I was going to blunder into something bad.

This kind of thing had happened to people I knew. People thought it was funny to drug us with whatever they had on hand.

Carrying a heavy bag carrying my entire worldly possessions, my fingers stained with ash from tobacco scavenged from public ash trays and my underfed frame made it was clear what I was.

I hated having people look at me. I preferred it when they just ignored me. Apparently that desire extended to hallucination induced ponies.

I struggled to find a less trafficked area so I could sit and wait for the effects of the drug to wear off.

At every intersection I took the cobbled path that had the least ponies on it. I wasn't able to find privacy, privacy was a luxury I had long abandoned, but I found a nice quiet avenue where less then a handful of ponies could stare at me.

I half closed my eyes, took a deep relaxing breath and slowed my steps to the pace of a man with no where to go and a lot of time to get there. The practiced smile of contented nirvana spread across my face. Now just to wait a few hours.

The cobble stones really felt like cobble stones under my boots.

I saw another man. First one in a long time. First one in two hours said my watch when I consulted it. He wore a dreamy smile as he was led into an alley by a brightly coloured pony.

That was odd. My watch and clothes made sense. So did my thoughts. I certainly didn't feel drugged. Maybe my blood was running a little hot but that was about it.

My ear caught the sound of moist flesh interacting lewdly coming from the alley. Interesting. I avoiding glancing to allow them their privacy.

Funny how the alley didn't smell of stale beer and urine at all. It smelled of something else.

My blood was suddenly running very hot and I was blushing like a teenager.

A pony, fondling soft and tender ears, a soft whimper of lust rising unbidden from my throat. The image sprung unbidden into my mind and I had to swallow the drool in my mouth before I choked on it.

I froze as I tried to master my self.

“Don't stop on my account,” said the stealthy pony that had manoeuvred it's head under my hand. She was light pink and had a spiral unicorn horn.

Oh dear.

She had the glassy eyes of an addict and she clearly wanted something from me. It wasn't good. It was inherently bad.

But a little harmless ear fondling never hurt anyone. Right?

Soft, delicate and given how the pink creature under my hand squirmed in delight apparently very sensitive. We were in public. That's the only reason I managed not to kneel down right there and use both hands to knead those wonderful ears.

“You're new. I wanna break you in.” The pony was walking now. I couldn't abandon my hold on it's ear. I followed.

I was caught. But I was uncatchable. I had cut my self free of everything to make my self uncommandable. I submitted to no one.

It commanded and I obeyed. I'd gone along with worse, but those times I had felt that I had more choice in the matter.

Now to follow along until it asks for what you don't have. Still no harm done.

It brought me to the alley where the other two had been. It smelled wonderful there. Something musty and delicious. Like sex, but what sex should have been but never was.

I set down my pack grabbed both of those ears. Nose to nose, it was grinning at me. I was probably grinning back. It put it's tongue in my mouth.

All I knew was that this was wonderful.

It pushed me against the wall and straddled me, grinding into my pelvis. That wonderful smell in the air intensified.

Oh thank god, this thing was female... I was aroused to the point where I was going to have sex with it regardless.

It did look kinda feminine.

And my hard cock was out, she had gotten my pants open somehow. She had hooves. Mastery of buttons and zippers didn't go hand in hand with hooves.

Then we where fucking like kids in love. The kind of sex that filled all the empty spots in my heart and made me feel whole. Like no kind of sex I had ever encountered but always dreamed of.

With a pony. Go figure. Going to hell for sure for this. Not like I wasn't already.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and my crotch was getting pretty soaked from her. This was her drug.

Damn, she was strong and tireless. I often encountered women that couldn't finish on top. This wasn't even winding her.

It was everything I could do not to cum before she did.

She pushed off of me, and I stood up and got my clothes in order.

My nameless lover met another pony, one with a more masculine build, on her way out of the alley.

“Humans are such sluts aren't they?” She asked him with a laugh.

He agreed.

Damn it! She used me like a toy and laughed about it damn her!

“Relax, that's just how they are about it. I think this whole thing embarrasses most of them.”

It was a girl. A human girl, brown hair kinda cute. Pulling up her pants and buttoning her shirt.

Oh, the male pony. I hadn't even noticed anyone else was in the alley.

I liked this girl. Trusted her even. Like we clicked.

“You look new. You been to the zoo yet?”

“No, this all new to me.”

“Come I'll show you.” I followed without considering the alternative.

“What is the explanation for this place?”

“The big pony wrote it down in a letter. It's a real hoot. Definitely worth reading.” She handed my a scroll. It was worn and stained and smelled of that wonderful smell from the alley.

* * *

To my new humans

There has been an influx of human immigrants into our fair land for the past year. It has been a time unrivalled scientific and cultural opportunity that I have done my very best to ensure goes as smoothly as possible.

Unfortunately there has been identified a phenomenon known as Escalating Pheromonal Compatibility that occurs when humans and ponies spend any amount of time in close proximity without significant precautions. It has a powerful and addictive stimulating effect on both parties.

For this reason all humans are under strict curfew for the hours between 8 PM and 8 AM. This is non negotiable and will be firmly enforced.

Many of my loyal and beloved ponies have fallen prey to addiction to this phenomenon. Please I beg of you, do not blame them, or think less of them. Also I beg you, please do not allow them to hurt you.

The greatest victims in this is the humans. Without a homeland and support you are vulnerable. But we cannot adequately enforce your safety. The percentage of the pony populace that has dallianced with the effects of EPC is too significant for proper legal enforcement.

You will be granted a haven, housing, food and adequate security, a minimal stipend to live on and my personal best wishes.

The greatest pony scientists are working hard to find a way to allow humans to safely and harmlessly integrate into pony society.

Signed, Celestia of Equestria, Princess of the Dawn and your new sovereign

* * *

The zoo was a two story stone building with small windows fenced by sturdy looking iron bars and patrolled by stern looking guards in armour fitted with gas masks.

It was a prison.

Signs on the front stated that it was for my protection.

“You better hurry and get washed up and get some new clothes. Nopony will look at you twice while you smell of another pony. There's still time for one more before curfew.” She grinned eagerly in excitement.

I noticed then that her eyes where those of an addicts'.