Integration

BISEXUAL Version

This is the “canon” end. The next chapters will assume this… thing is what really happened.

“HAHA! Are you kidding? BOTH! AT THE SAME TIME!” I announced in a playfully wild tone.

“Hah! I never thought you to be that kind of guy. I think they’ll be fine with it. But most transdimensional beings aren't Bisexual, and they are... rather enthusiastic when they get one that is."

Fatale left the room, grinning like an idiot for some reason I’d rather not fathom.

***

Eventually I heard the door hiss open, signifying the entry of my supposed lovers. Course, I couldn’t see behind me.

I called out backwards, hoping for a response.

“Hello?”

Nothing. I tried again.

“HELLO?!”

“Your reputation precedes you, oh big-balled one.”

The voice was feminine and flighty, but I didn’t recognize it.

Another voice sounded out behind me.

“Nocturne, must you be so needlessly dramatic?”

Male. Big fella too.

“Oh come on, War Shield. ‘s not like this happens all the time, you know!”

“Truly. Most of the time they just pick the straight route. Also known as you.”

“Well, some of them pick you, you know.”

“But very few pick both. And that is why this is rare. And also why I am here as well.”

Wait. I think I know that one. Sultry, Female. Dominative.

Femme Fatale.

Hah! That explains the dorky smile!

“Fatale. I thought this wasn’t your job.” I said, half frightened but half aroused.

“It isn’t. But I made a little deal with our supervisor. After all, the lovers shouldn’t have all the fun.”

I shifted in my restraints a bit. My balls flapped against my thighs, creating a loud flapping noise.

Nocturne giggled a bit at this amusingly erotic display of slapstick.

“Ooooh, aren’t you one hell of a specimen!” she said sultrily.

“Nnngh…!”

Femme’s little cocktease from before left me with bright red balls and an even redder cock. Oh, Celestia have mercy.

War Shield spoke up upon seeing my rock-hard colthood.

“Looks like the pipes are clogged. Think we should give him a helping hoof?”

“Not yet. We should have some fun first.”

I tried to beg for release, and found I was so hot and horny that I could only groan at my new masters.

“Please don- NNNNNNNGG”

War Shield approached me from behind, apparently enjoying the sight of my helpless form.

“Don’t what? Don’t do… THIS?!”

He promptly poked my huge sac with one of his forehooves, applying painful, painful pressure to my already swollen nuts. He then took the pressure off for a moment, allowing me to recover and talk for a moment.

“I… I… Want…”

“What do you want? Hmm?” Fatale teased.

“I want to be fucked. I want you all to fuck me. Damn it all, just FUCK ME!”

War Shield paused for a moment, looking at Fatale and Nocturne.

“Attach the milker first.” Fatale said, reverting to her “Cold Sadistic Bitch” personality for a moment.

While War Shield was getting the gadgetry ready, Nocturne crossed over to where I could see her. She was a beautiful mare – darkly coated, darkly maned. She had curves in all the right places.
Wait. Why am I thinking these thoughts about a pony?

The answer dawned on me. Becoming a pony, a stallion was messing with my head. The spell not only changed my appearance – it changed the way I thought and saw the world. For all intents, meanings, and purposes, I was a pony.

I felt my balls sucked into a small sheath, vacuum pressure engorging them into an even larger state.

“NNNNG- AAAAAAAAGH!”

Sweet mother of mercy, my balls ached for release!

Shield walked a few paces away towards a console mounted in the wall.

I heard his hoof collide with few buttons and some gears starting to click nearby me.

I tilted my head down and saw a section of the floor directly beneath me sliding back, revealing a form-fitting… I’d like to say ‘Sybian’, but it was obviously more specialized than the ones humans use. It had indentations for my legs to fit in, as well as a clamp that was pretty obviously designed to wrap around my back and pin me to it. In the middle of the wondrous gadget was a ridged section that slid back and forth, and on one end it had a little sheath, not unlike the one currently violating my nutsack.

The highly iPod-like machine locked into position around my front legs, while my rear legs were basically put into a split.

“Your body’s not exactly ‘broken in’, so to speak. Just chill and let it happen.”

“Indeed,” Nocturne stated. “It will hurt at first, but just relax and eventually it will start feeling great!”

“Alrighty then. Prepare to be fucked within an inch of your life.”

He positioned himself behind me, his cock as hard as a diamond. I just huffed, flipped my tail up, and braced myself for the inevitable violation.

“Good boy.”

As he prepared to enter my ass, Nocturne shoved her ever-sexy plot into my face with a determination and deep-seated cruelty I thought only Fatale would be capable of.

“Lick. Now.”

Her pussy was so soft. Her nectary juices flowed wildly and her scent… Oh Celestia, her scent.

As a human, I wouldn’t have detected it. As a pony, I didn’t just detect it. I loved it – It drove me crazy.

I couldn’t resist - I pressed my tongue against her folds and licked her marehood thoroughly.

Eventually, I hit the right spot and she moaned loudly, caught in the thralls of orgasm.

“Ooooh, Oooh, Oh Celestia, I- I’m cumming!!” She pressed her folds against my mouth, creaming hard. I sopped up all her lovely fluid I could.

“Hah… Hah… You’re not bad, Lover. Joe.”

I ran my tongue over my lips and cheeks then greedily swallowed the remaining juices she had given me.

“Your juices aren’t so bad either.”

She pushed me playfully, and I managed a grin.

Nocturne walked away to watch from the corner. I admired her sweet plot from afar, grinning the whole while.

“You’re not done yet.”

So much for enjoying the afterglow.

Apparently ready to fuck me hard, War Shield plunged his entire thickness into my ass. Oh god, it hurt!
“NNNNG-AAAAAAAAGH!”

At the same time, Fatale trotted over to the milker’s panel and activated the gadget all the way to 100% power.

The ridged gadget slid over my engorged member while Femme Fatale took up a position in front of me, her turquoise eyes meeting mine in a hypnotic dance of Equine sexuality.

“Just Reeeelaaaax…” She cooed.

She then smiled and locked her full lips with mine in a hot embrace. Her tongue shifted about in my mouth, and mine reciprocated in hers.

The pump and ball-cup sucked on my turgid colthood incredibly roughly and without mercy.

She kept up the sloppy French kiss for several seconds, while War Shield kept pounding my asshole with impunity. Before he came, he stopped and withdrew his spasming member, leaving my anus a short while to recover.

Suddenly, Fatale relinquished her lock, allowing me a moment to breathe. I thought she was only doing it out of generosity, but as I opened my eyes to look at her, I realized that War Shield had stopped plowing me only to start plowing her! His huge member moved in and out of her pussy over and over again – she locked her eyes with mine, tears of joy flowing down her face.

“Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!” She moaned in pleasure loudly.

Entranced by this new development, I did the only thing I could. I locked my lips with hers, in an odd mirroring of what she had done to me only moments ago. Her eyes widened in surprise, then slowly settled into a more sultry position.

All the while, the machine kept at my dick, sucking and pulling. The vacuum was relentless as it was powerful.
War Shield was close to his ‘big finale’. I knew it. Seemingly, Fatale knew it too well, as she pulled her folds off of Shield’s turgidity, flipped him onto his back and started sucking him off, first rolling her tongue up and down his shaft, then taking it in. All the while, her pussy was exposed and in my face.

I took full advantage of the situation, and started licking as revenge for her little cocktease earlier. First slowly, then a bit quicker. I lapped at her juices like a dog at a water bowl. I stuck my tongue inside, its length undulating and wobbling like a snake.

She let out sighs and moans of ecstasy, which only encouraged my advances. War Shield had already came, and was on his back recovering, breathing fast. I was getting close too – my dick was starting to pulse and emit some early pre-cum into the tube.

Suddenly, Fatale started to climax. She pressed her folds up onto my face and shot her nectar all over my face – Being the gentleman that I am, I sucked up as much as I could. The taste of it was enough to drive me over the edge. My balls spasmed and undulated, shooting load after load after load into the sheath, that pumped it away into the container in front of me.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!!!”

Oh god, it felt soooo good!

Soon, my balls felt completely and utterly empty. There was not even a drop of cum left in them. I collapsed in my restraints, falling onto the milker’s surface in utter satisfaction, my tongue flopping out of my mouth as I started to pant. I probably had the silliest expression on my face right now – probably a mixture of exhaustion and uninhibited bliss.

Around me, the ponies who had shared my bliss had collapsed into a massive pile of horse. Nocturne had been out for a while, since she’d just clopped her way through the rest of the session after she was done with me. Fatale was resting her head on War Shield’s crotch. I noticed her chest was rising softly as she caught her breath and her face had a huge smile on it.

Her ears peaked, and her head rose a bit, looking at me.

“I knew there was something different about you, Joe. Now I know exactly what. If you had a cutie mark, it would probably be for licking pussy.”

“Heh, not likely. In any case, my cutie mark isn’t supposed to- huh?!”

On my flanks, the iconic cutie mark of a wrench crossed with a magnifying glass had apparently faded into existence. In addition, a surge of knowledge shot through my equine brain. I know who I am.

“My… My name…”

“Your name? What?”

“My name is Tinker... Tinker Spyglass.”

“Pleased to meet you, Tinker.” Fatale cooed, understanding.

“Heh… Likewise.” I squeaked out through my sex-induced haze.

A.N.:
~~I’m sorry for the “Slapstick” pun.~~ No I'm not.