Equestria

Three ponies stood together in the basement room of the town's enchanter's house. A tall and slim unicorn with a white coat and yellow mane—bearing a star on her flank, a dumpy earth pony mare with a dull brown coat and black mane—with a scroll on her flank, and a pegasus who looked completely bored with the situation sporting a deep blue coat and white mane—she had a megaphone for a cutie mark.

All three of them were looking at a butt plug behind a piece of glass.

Organized Chaos felt drained. Drained and horny. It was an annoying conflux of sensations, and she knew at least one of them wouldn't go away for some time. Still, she'd finally made it.

"Is that it?" Dazed Dream looked at the device sitting on a pedestal behind a layer of what Organized had said was hardened glass. "It looks normal. I thought you said it would have magic powers?"

"I thought you said creatures would want to use it just from seeing it?" Smooth Talker asked dispassionately. "I love anal, and it just looks… Well, I might use it in a pinch, but it's not going to help us with our estrus."

"Yeah! You said this would help us." Dazed Dream looked at Organized Chaos and gestured at the glass with her hoof. "How is something for our butts going to help us?"

Feeling a headache coming on that even another self-administered orgasm wouldn't cure, Organized Chaos ran through the mental calculations for the last part of her plan. "This isn't meant for us." When her colleagues opened their mouths, Organized made a short, sharp shoosh at them. "This is to catch us stallions. This is my greatest creation ever. It's a lure, a hook, and a fishing line all in one. Nopony who uses this will be able to resist it. And, when the time is right, I'll activate the spell that will pull them here to slake our estrus cycles once and for all!"

"Great monologue," Smooth Talker said. "I'd totally give it an eight out of ten."

"Really? I thought it was a little light on the maniacal laughter." Dazed Dream tapped her chin with one hoof. "Perhaps try it again, but put more emphasis on stallion this time, because that's what we all need right now—a nice big, hunky stallion with a cock that—"

Wincing at the imagery more because her own mind amplified it, Smooth Talker nonetheless shoved her hoof into Dazed Dream's mouth. "Don't do this again. Look, when we started this town for washed-up, semi-evil mares, we figured it would be a great way to step our game up while keeping under the radar. This,"—she said, gesturing at her back end—"was something none of us saw coming… Big stallion cumming all up in—"

"You're both terrible, you know that? Now, let me send this off to a random universe, and we can wait until it has done its job, then reel 'em in!" Organized Chaos used her magic to reach into the sealed-off area and activate the final spell that was built into the cradle that held the plug. "There!"

The butt plug disappeared.

"Where'd it go?" Dazed Dream asked.

"It literally doesn't matter. So long as the creatures there have an asshole, they will find it irresistible to shove that thing in. You'll see. We'll have a hot hunk in no time."

"Big, hunky stallion with…"

Earth

It was ass-about, so far as relationships and role-models should have gone. Steven Smith sat on his calves in the back yard with a pair of shorts and a shirt that showed off his lightly tan arms and legs well. In truth he was trying to show off for Celeste Moon—his housemate.

Despite his efforts to put on a show for his friend, however, Steven was nonetheless doing gardening. Steven liked gardening, but that's only part of the reason why he did it. The house was huge, and the grounds even more so—it should have cost a fortune to rent, but the owner had let them stay there for a fraction of the cost so long as they looked after the gardens.

The work would have taken a full-time gardener anyway, so Steven had teamed up with Celeste—as only good friends could—and while she worked all day at an investment firm, he took up gardening full time.

Even on weekends, Steven liked to work in the garden. It was mid-afternoon on Saturday, and he was keen to remove the sternbergia bulbs now that warmer weather was approaching. He didn't have to keep cycling seasonal bulbs and flowers, of course, but he'd started taking more pride in the garden the more he worked on it. Leaning forward, he wrapped a hand around one and carefully drew it from the ground.

Walking up behind Steven, Celeste smiled at the tight buns straining his shorts. He didn't have muscles that bulged, but working outside all day left her housemate one fine piece of eye-candy that she couldn't resist. Swinging her hand back, she brought it forward and down just as she reached Steven's side.

The smack echoed around the garden, and its impact sent a spike of shock and a shiver up Steven's spine. "Hey, Celeste. Want to help with the gardening?"

"Hey, we have our deal. I don't garden, you don't pay rent. We live in a fucking mansion and live the best years of our lives. Dinner's ready." What had caught Celeste's attention was that despite the smack, and despite not wearing heavy muscles, Steven's body had not an ounce of jiggle and hadn't moved an inch from the impact—it was like slapping a wall. "You coming out to the club tonight?"

"You want to see him dance again, don't you?" Leaning back upright, Steven looked back at his housemate and another shiver ran up his spine—this time, however, it originated between his legs. Celeste was a platinum blonde with a body that would put a model to shame. Her perky breasts were collected by a small bikini top, and she simply wore a pair of shorts that, Steven noticed, looked painted on.

Celeste loved the look Steven gave her. Flirty, hungry, comfortable. "Everyone in town would want to see him dance. Tell me you wouldn't go gay for that guy?"

"If I had a few drinks, probably. You know I like girls though." At the risk of another smacking, Steven leaned forward and plucked out a few more bulbs.

When Celeste's eyes fell on a familiar shape in the garden bed, she snorted. "Been leaving your toys out again, Steven?" She walked over and crouched down so she could reach out into the garden bed and pick the offending bulb-like shape up. "Yours?"

Turning his head, Steven stared at the shape in Celeste's hand. His eyes widened and a blush filled his cheeks. "N-N-No!"

"Are you sure? You weren't out here pretending to be a flower bud with a plug up your butt? Maybe with the cute girl next door?" Celeste held her fingers around the base of the thing and was wobbling it in the air.

Shaking his head, Steven thought he saw where this had started. "Ha. Ha. Great prank, Celeste. No, not mine, which means it's yours!"

Something about the toy really caught Celeste's eye, and she let out a little sigh. "Guess it is now." With that she stood up straight and turned to walk back inside.

Jumping to his feet, Steven grabbed the basket of bulbs he'd collected and took off after Celeste. "So it's really not yours?"

"I already said that. Hey," Celeste turned to look at Steven, "it could belong to the owner."

"What?! Ewww! No way! He's way too old for that stuff." Steven was torn between looking at Celeste's chest as she walked backwards (bouncing with each step) and the butt plug she was holding. Something about its shape was able to challenge and defeat even Celeste's breasts for his attention. It just seemed like everything but that shape was washed out of color.

Celeste might have noticed Steven's focus on the toy if she weren't looking at it herself. Smudging some of the dirt away, she saw a mottled purple/blue pattern on the rubbery surface. "I'm gonna wash it off so I can wear it at the club next week!"

"You mean around your neck, right?" Steven watched Celeste's butt wiggle as she ran toward the back door of the house. With the plug out of his vision, it felt like everything was in color again. "Right?" He gave chase.

Celeste wanted to cradle the toy against her belly, but was wary of the dirt all over it. "What do you think? Come on and eat your dinner. I made us stir-fry."

Say what he might about Celeste, Steven could appreciate her cooking. Leaving her to dump the dirty toy into the kitchen sink, he headed to the nearest bathroom to start scrubbing up for dinner.

Talking about their day, Steven described the pattern he was going to make in the garden while Celeste chatted about her friends she'd met that day (that she hadn't seen since her college years.

The meal went down well, and both Steven and Celeste had completely forgotten about the prize sitting in the kitchen sink (soaking in warm, soapy water). It was only when Steven carried the plates into the kitchen to wash that he saw the thing floating in dirty water.

The plug was revealed in all its glory before Steven's eyes. A puffy, teardrop shaped bulge thinned down to a section no thicker than his finger then flared out again to a large base. The toy was a mottled pink and purple color, and as he turned it over in his hands he couldn't find a mark to say who'd made it.

Celeste walked up behind Steven, curious to see what he was doing with the little foundling sex toy in the sink. Leaning against his side—pressing one of her breasts against his shoulder blade conspicuously, she looked over his shoulder at the thing he was turning over in his fingers.

The rest of the room seemed to dim a little, and Celeste and Steven both seemed to focus on the toy before them for some time.

"I…" Steven couldn't believe he could breathe again. "I want it in me."

Hearing words broke the spell for Celeste. Like a diver breaching the surface of a lake, her calm exploded as she was conscious of breathing again. "Steven?"

"Yeah?" Steven's words were shallow. His name was the only thing he could respond to, and only because the speaker was so close.

"We shouldn't touch it or even look at it." With that, Celeste performed the hardest single act of her life and reached out to thump Steven's wrists.

Steven could think properly again. The dark shades at the corners of his eyes receded and he quickly tried to look down into the sink, but was spun around by Celeste and kissed.

While Celeste and Steven had fooled around a little, both were currently of the opinion that playing the field was safer than ruining the best lodgings of their lives. When Celeste pulled Steven against her body and pressed herself against his lips, however, that rational decision was cast to the winds.

Reaching behind Celeste's back, Steven held her shoulder with one hand while the other fumbled at the bow holding the straps of her bikini on. Need, desire, and pure lust coursed through his veins as he finally found the string and pulled it.

Celeste grabbed Steven's wrist and pulled it forcefully to her front and made sure he knew what she wanted. The resulting squeeze to her breast made her grunt into his lips. Her body felt electric, and she was far too horny to go out clubbing—in her current state, she'd likely find the first guy she could grab and drag him into a stinky bathroom. But here, right now, she had a hot guy who could scratch her itch.

"We shouldn't." Steven said when the kiss broke.

"Fuck me we shouldn't. It'll be like old times. You remember old times, Steve?"

Already rock hard in his pants, Steven nodded and squeezed her breast again. "Yeah. Good, old times."

Celeste stared at the ceiling, feeling the late-season sun coming through the window from outside to kiss her naked flesh with its warmth. Her breathing was slow as she ascended consciousness from sleep, but she was well aware of another body on the bed beside her.

It wasn't uncommon for Celeste to have a partner over, particularly on a Saturday night, but she hadn't woken up beside Steven in anything other than a post-movie-binge heap on the couch in several years. It wasn't that she didn't like him—she even thought she might love him—but they didn't want sex to drive a wedge between their tight friendship, and particularly not when they could readily get sex elsewhere without trouble.

"That was pretty good." Celeste was lying. The sex had been amazing. The only reason they'd eventually gotten to sleep was they'd passed out from exhaustion. "You're turn for breakfast."

"I know, just trying to get up."

"You're not trying very hard."

"Maybe I just don't want to get up." Steven turned his head to the side to look at Celeste. "What happened?"

"You know the rule on questions." Celeste reached a hand over to trace Steven's belly. It didn't take much pushing to feel the muscles he used daily. She drew slow patterns along the edges of them, tracing a little lower with each abdominal muscle.

"Is that the rule about no questions until after coffee?"

"That's a question too, but I'll allow it. Yes."

"Does more sex count as coffee?"

Lifting her hand, Celeste brought her palm down onto belly with a slap that did nothing to actually harm him. "Okay, I'll put the coffee on if you make some toast."

Steven got to watch Celeste slide off the side of her bed and to her feet. She opened the huge walk-in closet and pulled out a skirt that the woman was quick to shimmy into. Second to go on was a sports bra that hugged her chest and, though it didn't do her breasts any favors, meant she was undoubtedly more comfortable.

Sighing as she walked out of the room, Steven knew he wouldn't get coffee or more sex unless he got up and made breakfast. Sliding off the side of the bed, Steven looked around for something to wear and saw not a hint of his discarded clothing from the previous night. "Right, the living room. Uh…"

In the closet, Steven spotted something he hoped would do the trick. Grabbing the silken boxer shorts, he stepped into them and pulled them up and over his hips.

Celeste was a little more compact in certain places, but he didn't mind that there was a slight bulge in the front where his shaft made its presence known. The shorts clung to his hips almost as well as they did to Celeste's as he walked out and headed for the kitchen.

It took Steven a moment to realize what was happening. He'd expected Celeste to be wrestling with the expensive coffee machine she'd insisted on installing, or even still be grinding up the coffee beans. Instead, she was staring into the kitchen sink and not moving a muscle. "Hey, what you doing?" A moment after his question, the full details of the previous evening came rushing back.

"Shit." Running forward, Steven closed his eyes at the last minute and grabbed Celeste by the shoulders. Turning her, he realized she looked dazed still, but it was the firm, lewd shape pressed against his belly that surprised Steven more. "Celeste? Are you holding it?"

"Mmhmm. I want to put it in me…" Celeste didn't need to look at the shape to know she was holding it. "Steven, can you put it in me?"

"Celeste, last night you knocked it out of my hands, I hope you don't—" Steven froze as Celeste slowly drew her hands upward, the phallus rubbing between both their bodies. The previous night's fun came back full force, and Steven was hyper-aware of how much anal Celeste had sought from him.

It was right there. Pressed between Steven's chest and Celeste's breasts, the plug looked just like any other butt plug, but there was a slight shimmering finish to it. Steven's lips curled into a smile as he noticed the strange thing that demanded his attention looked like nothing so much as a big pink and purple diamond in the shape of a butt plug.

"Please?" The word passed Celeste's lips in the barest whisper. She, like Steven, was looking at the thing. "I-I'll do anything if you put it in me."

"B-But—" Steven took a deep breath and looked over the pretty toy again. "I want it in me, too."

"I called first dibs." Celeste kissed Steven, just once, before she lifted the toy up higher. "Me first, then—then you can have it."

Heart beating fast in his chest, Steven let out a slow breath. He trusted Celeste—trusted her like none other. "O-Okay."

Reaching up, Steven closed his fingers around the base of the plug and pulled it from Celeste's fingers.

Her eyes widening, Celeste almost purred like a cat while Steven looked at the toy and to her. "W-Where do you want m—?"

Walking behind Celeste, Steven tossed the toy into the sink again, and the moment the thing was out of sight it was like a huge weight was gone from his head. Or, more like a thick fog had cleared. "Fuck!"

"You're not going to put it in me?" Looking at Steven, Celeste felt crushed. "W-Why?"

"Because it's messing with our heads. Last night it—we—" Looking down, Steven spotted Celeste's tight boxers around his waist bulging in front with the force of his shaft trying to stand to attention. "We shouldn't give in."

Biting her lip, Celeste crossed her legs and almost cried. She'd been with partners who wanted to role-play being needy and wanton, but that's all it had been. Right now, Celeste felt like she'd fuck anything that was capable of fucking back, and several things that weren't. "Y-You need to help me. I need—"

"You think I don't need it too? I'm getting rid of that damn thing, and then we can go and work off whatever energy is doing this to us. Okay?" Steven's groin was aching from his need to let his shaft out, but he knew that little bit of silk was the only thing stopping him ignoring the thing in the sink.

Hands clenched into fists, Steven walked to the cupboard and reached in to pull out a garbage bag. Fighting to ignore the feeling between his legs—that seemed to have a direct link to his brain right now—he opened up the bag and held it between him and the sink.

In her bedroom, Celeste had tossed off her clothes the moment she was in the door and her hand was between her legs before she even got on the bed. The only thing keeping her sane was the promise from her best friend—that he would join her shortly.

Flinging the bag over the sink, Steven advanced fearlessly on it to carefully wrap the butt plug up in the plastic. The pressure came again to Steven's head. He felt like the only right thing to do was to use the plug, to push it in and seat it in his rump.

Stomping to the cupboard again, Steven wrapped bag after bag around the toy, bundling it up inside a big black ball of plastic, then he walked to the back door and dropped the bundle beside it. Again, almost immediately, his head cleared of the need to use the plug, but one thing still remained.

Turning for the hallway that led to Celeste's room, Steven was on a mission.

It was mid-afternoon before both had sufficiently sated for their bodies' needs and were left panting, laying side by side on the bed. Steven was a sticky mess, and he was sure Celeste wasn't much better.

"What is that thing?" Celeste asked.

"I don't know." Steven felt out of breath and out of stamina. He wasn't just fit, he worked all day with his body, but this was something else. "I wrapped it up as much as I could and left it at the back door. We can—" Just thinking about the toy made him feel an itch again. "What are we going to do about it?"

"There's a part of me that—that just wants to give in. If this is what it's like just holding it and looking at it, what's it like inside me?" Celeste squirmed on the bed.

"If just holding it has done—" Shaking his head to banish the erotic thoughts threatening to stir his libido back up, Steven rolled off the side of the bed and grabbed a sheet to wrap around himself. "I'm having a shower."

"I'll make us some—I'm a mess. I better have a shower too."

"Make it a cold one, Celeste." At that moment, Steven didn't want to think about his best friend, the mess he was wearing, or the mess he'd made of her.

A startlingly cold shower later, and Steven stood with Celeste in the hallway, both of them looking down toward the kitchen area.

"I'll go first. We should be able to keep far enough away from it that we can make something to eat and drink. We need to replace… fluids." Steven strode on, determination filling him with purpose, while he tried to ignore the little voice in the back of his head that told him to go and get the toy and use it.

Not one to let her best friend face danger alone, and wanting to catch another peek at the toy, Celeste followed on Steven's heels until they both reached the kitchen.

Each turned to look at the pile of garbage bags wrapped up at the back door, and for nearly five minutes neither spoke.

"What are we going to do, Steven? I want—Who can we call about this?" Celeste hadn't even noticed one of her hands had wandered down to rub her own thigh.

Walking through the kitchen and showing a confidence he didn't feel, Steven made his way to the fridge. Fruit was a mix of fluids and sugars, so he grabbed some bananas, grapes, a bottle of water, and fetched two apples from a bowl on the bench before heading to the living room.

Jaw clamped, Celeste tried to not look at the back door—and the little pile of bags beside it—while she slipped into the living room.

"We'll call the CDC. This is totally their thing, right?" Steven put down his bounty on the coffee table before grabbing up an apple and biting into it.

"W-Won't they want to do stuff to us? What if we're infected with something?" Despite wanting to say more, Celeste couldn't ignore the food any longer. Peeling a banana as quickly as she could, she devoured it in five quick bites.

"Then they'll help us get better. We can't deal with this ourselves, Lestie." Steven couldn't resist grabbing an apple and attacking it. Then something hit him—a roadblock. Gulping down the piece of apple he'd been chewing, he looked at Celeste. "What's their number?"

The question was so grounded that Celeste almost choked on a grape (the next target of her hunger). "What's their number? Where's my phone?"

Without thinking, Celeste stood up and looked into the kitchen for her purse or phone. Her eyes fell on the toy—wrapped up—and reality crashed in on her again. Walking over to the bag, she reached a hand toward it before finally stopping herself. "Tonight…" The word came out as a whisper—a promise to that inner voice that she would do what it said. Walking to the bench, she grabbed her purse and walked back to the living room.

"Did you find—Ah!" Steven had to fight his urges to reach out and take the phone from Celeste as she pulled it from her bag. "Still, it was pretty intense."

Unlocking her phone, Celeste realized how at peace she was now she'd made the decision to use the toy. It felt like all the tension and abuse she'd put her body through in the name of relief was now worth it. Tapping away on her phone, she searched for the phone number of a local pizza shop. Dialing, she held the phone up to her ear and waited for it to answer.

Lying to her best friend, Celeste knew, wasn't the best way to handle this. She also knew is she actually called the CDC, they might actually come and take the thing away. "Hi! I have a bit of a problem. There's this thing we found, and it seems to be making us sick."

Steven listened to the call, and watched as Celeste animatedly filled someone in on what had happened and gave them the address of the house. Relief and curiosity filled him in almost equal measure—he couldn't help but wonder if putting the toy in would do more than just holding it had.

Shaking his head to get rid of images of himself bending over for Celeste to ram the toy in, Steven stood up. "I'm going to do some gardening to clear my head. You're welcome to join me if you want."

"I might put on the TV. I just can't even right now." Celeste grabbed the remote control from the coffee table and slumped back on the couch. Every cell in her body was uncomfortably aware of where the toy was, but it was her rump that was most vocal about her need to have it.

"What the hell?" Susan slammed the handset down. "You're not going to believe the call I just got. Some weirdo chick talking about—" She froze. Working the phone and delivery in a pizza shop often meant dealing with crank calls, but the one she'd just gotten had been the crankiest yet.

But, Susan couldn't stop thinking about one aspect of it that didn't make sense—they'd given an address. More than that, it was an address she knew. "S-Some kind of freaky sex stuff. Man, it's crazy what people get off on."

Steven slipped out through the garage door to bypass the doorway he'd left the bundled up toy in. Casting just one look back at the black bundle in the doorway, he stiffened his resolve and got back to work collecting the bulbs from the garden bed.

It was slow work to carefully extract each bulb from the soil without damaging it, but Steven managed it well enough. He picked up the basket of bulbs and turned toward the garden shed just in time to catch movement in the corner of his eye.

From the moment Steven had left, Celeste had been doing everything she could to not jump out of her seat and run to the wrapped up toy. Tilting her head, she caught sight of Steven walking over to his garden and settling down to his task.

Counting out another minute, Celeste gave her friend time to settle into his task before she got up. She bit her bottom lip as she walked through to where her prize was. "This time for sure. I've got some lube in my bedroom, but first I want you clean."

Forsaking the kitchen and its huge windows that Steven might spot her through, Celeste carried her prize through to her en suite bathroom and began tearing away the plastic. The moment her hand touched the rubber prize within, she let out a sigh of relaxation.

Celeste withdrew the toy from its prison and held it up. "There you are. Now you be good and I'll give you a new home." The toy, of course, knew nothing of intent or words—all it did was ensnare her mind and make her want to use it more and more with every passing second.

Lovingly, Celeste took the toy to her sink and started washing it in warm water. Only when she had it as clean and vibrant as possible, did she indulge in some pure admiration. The toy was purple and pink, but she let her eyes trace the facets of the crystalline butt plug.

With her desire bubbling up inside like a volcano, Celeste took the toy and walked over to her bed. "You're going to feel so good, aren't you? I love having my ass packed, and you—you are going to do that for me in spades."

Opening her second drawer down, Celeste ignored the small collection of vibrators she had and squeezed some of the lube from a pump bottle into her hand. Celeste rubbed the toy with the lube, getting it nice and slick while avoiding getting lube on her other hand.

Adept at using such toys for a little extra kink, she stripped off and lifted one leg up on the bed so that her rump was well exposed and her muscles widened. But, Celeste knew better than to push any toy in her rear without a little more work. Her slick hand reached under herself and started rubbing, teasing, and ever working a finger (and some lube) into her rear.

When the tip of the toy kissed her anus, Celeste almost orgasmed on the spot. It felt better than good—it felt amazing. Not clenching, not fighting, and not doing anything that would resist the toy, Celeste pushed on it and moaned as the thing spread her sphincter muscles wide and—when it passed the widest part—gave them a thin piece of rubber to grip down onto.

The feel of the toy inside her had Celeste just flop forward and stretch out on her bed. The full sensation of her rear being filled out didn't need much more to make her squirm with delight—until it did. Shifting position and rolling to her back, Celeste stared up at the ceiling and reached down between her legs—then froze.

Panic warred with arousal. Celeste was horny as heck and hard as a rock—the latter being the problem. Staring between her legs, she looked at a large, girthy cock that was attached to her body. Reaching to it with her hand, Celeste only had to touch the tip to get confirmation from a bunch of nerves that this dong was hers.

"St-Steven?" Celeste's voice was very soft, but as she spoke her hand was slowly rubbing her new shaft. "Steven? Help." Still soft. She knew she had to shout, but the feel of her dick being rubbed was just too good.

Celeste surrendered. The feel of rubbing her cock was too good to give up on. Stretching out on her back, she closed her hand around her shaft and stroked it hard with her already-lubed hand.

The slow swelling of pleasure was all Celeste could focus on, but even as it built up and up, something started to feel wrong about how right it was.

But the more she stroked, the more she became needy for more, because no matter how much attention she gave her new endowment—she would never climax. After nearly an hour stroking her shaft, Celeste was no closer to orgasm than when she started.

Finally a shard of Celeste's clever mind woke up from the haze. Her arm was tired and she was horny—too horny. Crawling across the bed, she stumbled and fell to the floor. "St-Steven? H-Help!"

Her arms and legs didn't seem to work right, but Celeste managed to crawl from her bedroom all the way to the back door where the cursed toy had lived before it found a home in her butt. With one hand she managed to grab the edge of the sliding door and pull it open.

Spotting the door open in the edge of his vision, Steven turned to fully face Celeste, only to freeze in shock. She was naked and crawling on her belly, but more obvious was the fact the plastic-wrapped toy that had been in the doorway was gone. "Celeste? What happened? Are you okay?"

Celeste bunched her back legs under her and pushed. She'd meant to move forward, but all it did was lift her rump up into the air. "St-Steven! I couldn't help it. I wanted it so much I—I needed it, and now I have…"

By the time Steven reached the back door, he could put together in his head what had gone on. "… some kind of freaky butt plug inside you and it's controlling you and—I get it. Okay, might as well do this in the kitchen. It's gotta come out, Celeste."

Ignoring Celeste's whines, Steven pushed her bodily back into the kitchen and closed the door behind him. That's when he noticed that her legs were oddly shaped and had a purple coloration to them. "C-Celeste?"

Flopping to her side, then rolling to her back, Celeste showed Steven the full extent of her changes. Her legs were now the back legs of a small horse, she sported a little pink pony tail and also all the equipment of a stallion.

Steven just stared at the shaft on his best friend. His brain lost focus with reality as the world narrowed down to the throbbing penis. "C-Celeste, I think we really need to get that plug out of you."

Circling around, trying to ignore how big and inviting Celeste's shaft looked, Steven turned his full attention to the plug. The purple coloring of it, even on the base, matched the soft fuzz that had grown over Celeste's rear, while the hair of her tail matched the pink part of the toy.

"Try to relax." Steven tried to ignore Celeste's hand closing around her shaft—tried to ignore the penis itself completely—and brought his fingers under the lip of the toy to start to ease it out.

A rush of tingling energy ran up Steven's hands. His fingers tingled and started pulling back from the toy. "What—What's happening? I—My hands are—" What was happening to his hands was they were turning into feet—horse feet. His fingers pulled in and together, and his fingernails thickened, broadened, and started to shape themselves into hooves.

While Steven stared at his arms as they shaped into hooves, feet, and the forelegs of a pony, a flicker caught his attention and he lifted his gaze to the plug under Celeste's tail. It looked large and inviting. Between its attention-getting and his desire to help his friend, Steven figured he could always use his mouth to pull the thing out.

Pressing his lips against the plug's base, Steven opened up his mouth and worked his teeth over the thing—then he pulled.

Celeste let out a loud moan as the plug in her rear was pulled and teased. Without meaning to, she clenched her muscles to keep her toy. Her shaft throbbed again, and she reached down and wrapped both hands around it to take up her new favorite sport.

Steven kept pulling on the toy, but rather than pull it out, his face stretched as he pulled, so that his mouth and nose formed into a muzzle. Just as he was about to give up and try to work out something else, he felt a shape push into his mouth.

Eyes widening in surprise, Steven felt the plug grow back toward him, swelling up to create a new plug that shared a base with the old one. Widening his new mouth a little more, Steven jerked back to stare at the blue and white plug that sat proud and sticking backwards from the base of the one lodged in Celeste's rear.

The toy had Steven's full attention. He ignored the way his arms were now the forelegs of a horse and he ignored his face having formed up into a snout. What he did was stare at the toy as the thing worked magic in his brain.

Celeste was so distracted by her masturbation that she almost didn't notice Steven pressing his rear against hers. She did try to look past her shaft to see what he was up to. "W-What are you d-doing?"

"I need it inside me. Just need to—" Finally getting the right angle, Steven rocked his rear against Celeste's as the other end of the toy plowed home into his rump. The fullness of being plugged wiped out all other thoughts. Steven's mind was completely focused on what he felt shoved into his rear. The slight twinge of pain as it pushed in with only his saliva as lube was erased and gone forever.

The two had only a moment of contemplation—joined at the rump—before the plugs separated from each other and Steven rocked away from Celeste.

Staring through the window—having located the address after her shift had ended—Susan stared at the two people inside the house. Why she'd come slipped from her mind as she watched the two humans twist and writhe as they slowly changed into something else.

Complete and utter relief poured through Steven as the swollen mass of the plug filled his rump. It was everything he'd imagined it would be, even if he hadn't actually imagined what it would be. Squirming around, he fumbled at his belly with his forelegs when he bumped his growing horse shaft.

Celeste watched in awe as Steven's dong grew into a mottled blue horse cock. She licked her lips and squirmed closer to him. "Steven?"

"Yeah?" Each breath he took and each pulse of his heart made Steven's new and improved pony shaft throb a little. Rolling around on his back, he looked at the thing that his maleness had become.

"I want you inside me. I want—I want to be inside you." Celeste's whole being throbbed with the excitement admitting that caused. She had a penis now, why shouldn't she want to put it in people?

It was an invitation that Steven would be reluctant to resist even if he didn't have a literal horse cock. Rolling back to his belly, he looked at Celeste with a new desire and began smiling.

Walking with his forelegs over to her, Steven climbed up on Celeste's back, lined himself up and humped forward.

Celeste gave out a gasp of shock when Steven's shaft thumped squarely into her butt plug. "W-Wait!" Her cry was too late as he gave a second hump. "Steven! The plug! Aim lower!"

Try as he might—and Steven tried a dozen more times—he couldn't find her vulva. Backing off, and dropping to his hooves, he looked under Celeste's tail. "You don't have another hole. There's just this one where the plug is."

"P-Pull it out, please?"

"I tried that already. Why do you think I wound up like this? Just touching it made my hands turn into hooves and my face—Celeste, what do we do?"

"Turn around and I'll pull yours out. That should stop all this, right? Then you can get the one out of me." Turning to face her friend, Celeste could see how much of Steven had changed, and it shocked her. "How did you get one in you, too? Where did it come from?"

"What were you, asleep? I was trying to pull it out of you, but every time I touched the damn thing, that part of my changed."

"I'll just have to be quick. Once I have yours out, you get mine—" Celeste bit her lip and let out a whine.

"What's wrong?" Concern overwhelmed Steven's horniness.

Celeste blushed and tried to hide her face, but when Steven walked around and used a forehoof to lift her chin, she let out a defeated sigh. "I tried for over an hour, but I couldn't get off. I don't know why. Aren't guys supposed to just—just be able to go until they're done?"

Steven just stared at Celeste in surprise. "You couldn't—Do you think we can't like this?" Without even meaning to, Steven rolled to his back and reached down to his shaft with his hooves.

"You look like you could use some help with that." Of course, Celeste could see he was having trouble masturbating with hooves, but a little teasing between friends was always fun. "Would you like a… hand?"

After fumbling at his shaft with his hooves, Steven let a low, guttural moan as Celeste's hand closed around him. The normal sensations a hand job would give him were nothing compared to how this felt. His eyes rolled up in his head and his hips started humping in time with her strokes.

It was fun to see Steven get some enjoyment out of her work, but giving him a hand job was doing nothing for her own desires. Angling herself to his side, not stopping her hand, she humped against Steven's flank.

The feeling of immediate and exquisite bliss shook Celeste so hard that she lost herself to the moment and kept pumping his shaft while humping his side.

Steven was almost too lost in pleasure to realize what Celeste was doing. He knew she was going to spray his side, but she was doing him a solid hand-job, so he was in no place to complain. Arching his head back, Steven relaxed as his lower body tensed up.

The growing tightness within Celeste burst. All the pleasure that'd been building in her body rushed to her groin in a hurricane of climax. Her balls tightened and she felt the entire world fade away as it was just her and her penis.

Celeste's orgasm was obvious enough that Steven could see her getting caught up in it, it was just that she started pumping his shaft hard and fast with her hand while it was happening. He had no recourse and no wish to stop her, and moments after she'd orgasmed, he did too.

A camera flash from the front window broke both Celeste and Steven from their post-coital refrain. Both snapped their heads around to see a shocked woman standing outside the window staring at them while lowering her phone.

Forgetting that her phone's camera had been on automatic, Susan turned and ran for her car. Whatever had been going on in the house, she didn't want to get caught up in it. Fumbling with the door handle, she eventually got inside, got the car started, and spun a single back wheel to get away from the strange house and the strange people/ponies inside.

"Who the hell was that?" Steven could ignore the fact he'd just painted from his neck down with his semen. He could also ignore that Celeste had done the same with one side of him as far as his shoulder. What he couldn't ignore was that someone had taken a photo of them while they were like this.

"She had that pizza shop's shirt on." Celeste, awash with relief, felt like her head was so much clearer. She looked down at her body. "Okay, let's get these things out so we can go back to normal."

"You think it'll work? What do we do if it doesn't?"

"Just turn around and let me try." Celeste tried to ignore the smell of the mess on Steven, though it made her a little horny all over again. Moving around behind him, she got into position and closed her fingers around the base of the toy and pulled fast and hard.

The feeling of emptiness and loss hit Steven like a hammer. He slumped to his belly and looked back over his shoulder at Celeste. "P-Put it back in!"

"That's going to be hard." Celeste held up her new forehooves to show Steven. "You need to get mine out now."

"But I don't have hands!"

"Use your mouth, then. Just get it out. Not that I didn't enjoy what happened, but I want to be me again."

Turning slowly, feeling a lot less vital than he did with the plug in, Steven found himself nose to tail with Celeste. "Okay, let me try getting a hook on it with my hooves… is a statement I never thought I'd ever say."

"Steven?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Bracing himself upright, Steven carefully brought his hooves together on each side of Celeste's plug and pinned the base of the toy into the soles of his feet, then used the grip his hooves afforded to pull back.

"Noooooooooooooo!" Celeste felt the toy shift and finally give up its death grip on her anus. With a lewd pop it shot free and bounced across the floor. As she lay there, panting and whining at the loss she felt with the toy out of her, Celeste reconciled herself with the fact it should reverse the changes. Or so she hoped.

For nearly an hour the pair lay on the floor of the kitchen, neither wanting to test their willpower by standing up and looking at the two toys they both knew were somewhere nearby.

"So"—Steven looked across the floor at Celeste—"you remember how we got over this the last two times?"

"Huh?"

"This need. Uh…" Feeling a little more forward by the moment, Steven took a deep breath. "You want to do something else? I mean, I need a shower, and I think we can find something to do together in there."

Celeste's mind perked up and she smiled before pushing slowly up to all fours. "I think that'd be nice." That's when she realized all she had was hooves. She stared down at them for a moment. "How do horses walk?"

"I don't know, but if you work it out, tell me." Steven hadn't noticed, but during all the strangeness his legs had become back legs. Slowly bracing himself, he got his back end up and then struggled with the front. "Scratch that. How'd you manage to stand up?"

Walking one leg at a time, Celeste made her way over to Steven and leaned forward to shove her nose under his front end. "On the plus side, it feels really sturdy. Up you get."

The moment he was on his hooves, Steven realized things were only going to get worse. "How did you walk?"

Laughing, the pair made their way slowly to the bathroom. Apart from Celeste's hooves, she'd discovered her head had changed too. They were both entirely little ponies—or more accurately, little stallions.

While Steven reared up to get at the shower controls, Celeste tried to find something to use to scrub him down with.

"What happens if we don't turn back?" Celeste asked after finding a spare scrubbing brush.

"We'll deal with that when it is a certainty. I know this is kinda freaky, but I have a feeling that with them out of us, we'll start to slowly revert." Steven finally got high enough to twist the handle controls with his snout and start the shower.

"I guess. Right, hold still." Celeste picked the scrubbing brush up in her mouth and walked into the shower to start work on cleaning Steven.

The shower was more like rain to the ponies, and despite their desires to continue from earlier, their libidos and energy had waned. Steven was just finishing off scrubbing Celeste when he dropped the brush and yawned.

"My bed's messy." Celeste yawned too and reared up to try turning the shower off.

"You can sleep in mine. How're we going to dry off all this fur?"

Stretching to nose at the controls, Celeste managed to get the hot off first then the cold. "With as many towels as it will take, silly. They will give their lives for us, so that we may dry."

Steven laughed and walked a little more steadily out of the shower and to where the stack of dry towels sat on a hamper. "Okay, then, we have three each, but that means we have to wash them all tomorrow." When Celeste walked up beside him, Steven grabbed the first of the towels and tossed it over her.

Giggling, Celeste tried to work out how she'd dry herself off when she felt Steven rear up and put his forelegs on her shoulders. For a fraction of a second her mind raced to where she'd like him to mount instead, but tiredness made it hard to think about sex when she wanted to use a bed for its other task. "Thank you."

"Don't sweat it. You've still got me to do." As more and more lethargy beat down upon him, Steven struggled to get Celeste's mane and tail dry enough that they weren't dripping. He wound up grabbing an extra towel for each.

When Celeste reared up onto Steven's back, he froze stock still. There was enough of the plug's magic swirling around his head to still be receptive, but she seemed disinterested in taking advantage of him. Steven hadn't let a girl get frisky with his butt before, but if Celeste had pushed her attentions then, he wouldn't have said no.

She worked fast on him, drying his coat, then mane, and finally his tail. Steven let out a sigh of both disappointment and relief as she climbed off him. Reaching down to pick up a towel from the floor in his mouth, Steven yawned moments before he realized what was happening and dropped it.

"Silly. Come on, let's go sleep." Celeste felt a distinct urge to lift her hooves and throw them a little more emphatically. It wasn't until she was halfway to Steven's bedroom that she realized she was strutting.

Author's Note

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