Author's Note

A/N: Hello and welcome to Lords of the Land; a little perverse story for all of us to enjoy (I hope). This story will require (Well, not exactly, but would be nice) reader interaction. What do I mean? Well, once chapter 2 rolls around there will be options to vote on in the comments. Like option 1, with a description and what it’ll do, and you have the option to make suggestions to see if they strike my fancy. Pick what you like and maybe give a bit of a spin or an idea as an addon and let’s see what sticks. The option with more votes will be chosen, and I’ll pick whatever idea I like most (if any, of course. I’ll also give props for that if that is the case). But do check the warning before going in! You may not be up for this story’s kind of fun.

Also: Introduction is barren of porn, so is Chapter 1. Tough luck.

Warnings: This story is focused on Male Human on Pony action. Moral degeneration. Body modification. Hyper sizes (cocks, breasts/udders, rears, etc). Male to ‘shemale’ (pony) - Feminization. Male on ‘male’ and male on female action. Impregnation (Both Female and Male pregnancy). Mind manipulation and alteration. Adultery/Cheating/Cuckolding. Foalcon. Cum addiction. And even GAME MECHANICS (Like leveling up, skills and the like). Other kinks may be added in time.

Introduction

“It is here! YESSSSS! Hah! This is so freaking stupid!”

Evan Lancaster couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear. The package he had been waiting for nearly two months was here at last, and not a moment too soon either! He had timed it well enough to get it while his parents were away. Twenty two the young man could be, but with no career prospects with the economy being down, and his own parents needing what little cash influx he could provide to stay afloat themselves, Evan had stayed home after he finished his studies.

Things were getting better, but it would still be some time before it all cleared and he could get anything he was qualified at. For now it was all simple, but grueling unskilled labor. A year of construction had burned what little fat Evan had on him after college, and now the young man was largely thin with a small serving of muscle, long blonde hair, bright green eyes and a handsome face in an otherwise ratter average package that was the one meter seventy tall young man.

But there was ONE package here that wasn’t average, and Evan was carrying it to his room.

“I cannot believe they really made it!” Evan chuckled a bit at the thought. Everyone had thought it was just a stupidly bad concealed scam, still, people like him gave a small donation for the fun of it. If the ad got him to laugh for half an hour he thought it only proper. “Even if it is just a damn prop I want to see it.”

Evan’s room was fairly simple; not too big, not too small. One computer, a self with many things, wardrobe, etc. What was surprising wasn’t that he had robot toys or other such things he collected as a kid, but the more recent pony paraphernalia that he had collected.

Like many adult men that didn’t think it would happen, Evan became a brony.

And, same as almost everyone else, it didn’t end up in a mess.

True that Evan’s parents were a bit miffed, maybe poking fun of their elder son here and there. His sister sure as hell made his life hell for a while, but it was all in good fun. Evan never made this an obsession and his family didn’t give him hell, so all was good in the end. The only problem was that extra income spent in collectibles could have been used on something else, but little pleasures were needed to ease the mind, lest you invite problems from only working with no downtime.

It DID give him a few… proclivities, though.

Then again Medabots had also turned the young man ‘robosexual’ as it were, so finding ponies sexually appearing wasn’t all that strange, as long as they came from MLP of course. Internet is one hell of a drug, and the things you find there makes it even harder to not ‘bend’ in some way or another.

So what was in the package then? Well…

“Let’s see if it is… it is! HAH!”

Within the box he had been sent was a helmet, that of a guard from Equestria. The ad he had, and many others, had seen offered real golden helmets shaped to be similar to those of Canterlot’s Royal Guard. It was obviously a scam as big as the freaking moon. Why, it even offered you the chance of going to other worlds even!

Not many people had pledged to the little fund me the ad sent you to, and most had done so because they found the brass balls the creator had to be at least funny. From what he had seen last, the guy at least got close to a hundred thousand bucks, mostly out of one dollar donations or somesuch. Evan saw maybe one guy that sent a thousand, but that was the biggest (and maybe most desperate) guy ever. Either that, or he was being dramatic just to add fuel to the fire of laughing fans everywhere.

“Ooof! You are REALLY heavy.” Evan grunted as he picked up the helmet. Gold wasn’t used in armor not only because it was as soft as butter as far as the average metal went, but it was stupidly heavy in comparison. “Wait… are you really made out of gold?” Evan moved it from hand to hand, noting the stupid weight something (that he thought) made out of plastic shouldn't have. “Fuck me! You are! Or you at least weight like you are...”

Well, it was either gold or something else, but it wasn’t iron, much less steel. Evan had an uncle that made ancient armor for a living. Grueling and very detailed work with few customers, but it paid a lot. He had played with some of his less stellar works as a child, and even helped around a couple years back. Helmets like this one should’ve weighed far, far less as steel, and nothing as plastic.

It was either gold, or someone had done a good job using something that simulated the weight.

“Come on, you can’t be gold…” Evan hummed to himself. “If you were gold, then the rest of the crap on the ad had to be true.” He chuckled as he lifted the helmet and placed it on his head, the weight making him wobble for a second. “I mean, who’d think that…”

A bright flash enveloped the room alongside a harsh banging noise. Were you to ask anyone else that saw it they’d tell you it was a flashbang going off, after they stopped either swearing or clearing their ears. For Evan it was far, far worse, and the young man found himself on the ground face first. It didn’t hurt, but his ears were ringing, his head felt like someone had forced a pneumatic drill right on his forehead for an hour and he couldn’t see jack diddly for nearly a minute.

By the time his vision cleared up the pain that assaulted his senses was largely gone, but not the annoyance. Evan could admit that he had been got, as clear as day in fact. If the helmet was gold, and he was going to send it to his uncle to have it looked at, he was going to melt it and sell whatever the hell came out of it.

“Maybe dad was right and I should be less of a child at times.” Evan grumbled as he looked at his room. Nothing out of the ordinary and he hadn’t damaged any of his collectibles, or his computer, during the fall. “Well, at least I only sent ten bucks…” He took the damned helmet off. “Maybe you’ll help us more than you thought. It may be very well worth the massive headache and the fucking scare if nothing else.”

And it certainly would. The only problem is that the helmet did more than Evan would ever know. Or at least, ‘this’ Evan.

“What!?” Evan screamed atop of his lungs, lying on a large bed in Canterlot Castle.

-Welcome [PLAYER] to Equestria. Please, enter name- Came a digital voice, apparently from within his mind too.

What had happened? Evan was losing it. He had been at home a moment ago and now…

Had the helmet really worked? Was he in Equestria!?

And what was this about a game of all things?