Earth

Jerking in surprise as she landed back on Earth, Coraline looked around the unfamiliar living room for a few seconds before she remembered she'd gone to visit Steven and Celeste three whole days ago. "Right, three days. I wonder how long passed here?"

Stretching her legs one by one, then arching her spine and flaring out her wings, Coraline felt hungry for more than just information. "I wonder if they have anything in the fridge?"

Coraline made it to the kitchen and poked her head into the fridge to locate something to eat. It was full of vegetables and leafy things, but there was no meat. "At least in Ponyville I could get fish to eat. Well, I guess I can put up with a carrot."

Grabbing one of the vegetables out, Coraline bit the end off with her beak and started to chew it thoughtfully. "This is horrible. I should probably leave a note if I'm going to be going out." Hunting around while munching on the carrot, Coraline located a notepad and eventually wrote a letter for Steven and Celeste to explain her absence.

Still hungry, Coraline walked out the rear door and into the garden. Stretching her wings out, she fluffed them experimentally and grumbled at having a few feathers out of place. In the warm, morning sunshine she preened her feathers and got them all back into order before testing her wings again.

Warmth soaked into her feathers and ten heartbeats later she couldn't stop herself from leaping into the air. Learning to fly had been easy, but learning to not crash was a process she was still engaged in. Pumping her wings required dozens of careful little adjustments to her feathers that were, fortunately, instinctual. There was a little part of her brain that was fundamentally different now since it was devoted to making her wings work.

Gliding was another thing she enjoyed. Just stretching her wings out as far as she could and catching warm air currents as they spiraled up—it was lazy flying, but still flying. Not many people could say they'd flown without a machine to help them.

Unconsciously drifting toward the club, she shook her head and aimed for her home instead. This meant leaving the warm updrafts behind, so Coraline began to pump her wings every so often to keep her height.

When her front door was in sight, Coraline stooped into a dive and aimed for the path just before it. At the last second she spread her wings out wide and cupped the air to kill her speed. Landing on the ground with her hooves first, she settled down and gave her wings a few light flaps to straighten her feathers and make her wings fold easier.

The key under a plant pot by the front door unlocked her home and she put it back before going inside. Her wallet was back at the club, but she kept a backup since spending more nights out of her home than in it, along with her credit card and a wad of cash.

Heading back outside, she clutched the wallet in one claw and walked on her scaly knuckles until she was on a soft bit of grass and then took off again. "I'll never drive a car again so long as I can fly."

"Really?" Chelsea had been busy working on a new set of butt plugs that Jasmine had provided when Coraline had given her the news about being able to go to school in Equestria. "How will they—uh—get me back?"

"Ponies, it seems, have really easy-going views on prostitution. The princess—Starlight said she's actually the ruler of the country—just casually threw out that she'll pay for your ride home each time. Starlight said you'd probably be getting personal tuition from her and everything. Well, assuming you want to go to the princess' school. Starlight has one she runs too." Coraline watched as Spicy walked out of the lift and approached the bar. She had a coffee ready for him as he reached the bar. "Morning, boss."

Spicy's eyes slid sideways to Chelsea as he picked up the coffee with one wing-claw. "Mmm, it is a good morning. Some good news I take it?" Chelsea, he was pleased to see, was already a stallion and working on a line of butt plugs sitting on the floor beside her.

Lifting her head, Chelsea couldn't keep the grin off her dark snout. Once more she'd opted for the bat-like unicorn form. "Yeah! They said I could go to school there."

"Learning magic? Well, given how sleeping works now, I don't think I have any say in things. Of course, you're welcome to keep working here while going to school." Something shifted inside Spicy and he felt his fetish trying to rip its way free. "You'd need to be finalized in a form, wouldn't you?"

Chelsea knew the vibe Spicy was on. She looked up at him and saw a hungry look in his eyes. The honest truth was she would be fine with him doing it, but… "It will be a ritual. Are you fine with that?"

The occult was something Spicy had learned to appreciate. He made a soft purring sound and nodded slowly. "What kind of ritual?"

"Well, sex, but it'd be okay if you were—that is in my—" Chelsea coughed and tried to clear her thoughts. "Anal sex would be fine. Then I perform a ritual to beg the Green Man to accept me and promise the Goddess I'll not forget her."

"Then I…" Spicy gestured at one of the plugs and then to Chelsea.

"Yeah. That is how it would go."

"Tonight or…?"

Chelsea shook her head. "I'd want to be a woman for the start of the ritual, so I'll need a full day off to prepare and pray for the Goddess' guidance."

"Ah. Now I see why you were quick to promise anal sex. I think I can do that, still, so long as I can hold on to the idea of making you a cute and horny stallion forever." As he said the last word, Spicy squirmed in his seat. In the privacy of his own head he admitted that he'd probably even have straight, vaginal sex if it meant making the girl into a stallion. Now he had a fantasy, questions for his sexuality, and a hard-on to deal with.

"Have you thought about what species?" Coraline asked, trying to ignore her boss' erection.

Chelsea blushed, but her time spent working in the club (as well as dealing with her cousin's openness about sex) had freed her tongue when it came to talking about sexual topics. "I—I actually like this. I know I don't get the wings like Spicy does, but it's nice and fluffy and I—I like the sensitivity."

Watching the woman bare all, verbally at least, Spicy lifted a hoof to his brow and mock-fainted onto the bar. "A woman after my own heart! How do you feel about marriage?" He waggled his eyebrows enough to ensure the question was taken as a joke, and giggled when Chelsea outright laughed.

"I know I've been pretty liberal with—uh—with sex, but I wouldn't say no to a date." It was more a challenge than serious. The truth was, Chelsea had enjoyed her times with Spicy, and she was pretty sure he'd had fun with her. If nothing else, she'd get a nice meal. "It's not every day I meet someone who's as into rituals and magic as I am."

Spicy froze, caught in his own game. He thought about it for a few minutes and then shrugged. "Okay. A date. Not today or tomorrow, but how about the day after? Something to celebrate your stallionhood and love of fruit."

"Something tells me," Coraline said as she watched Chelsea pick one of the butt plugs up with her magic, "that lack of hands won't be a problem for you."

"Why not try for wings and a horn?" Spicy asked.

"Whoa now. There's a reason why that hasn't worked. Horns plus wings is special. It's actually a blending of the three primary pony tribes and is called an alicorn. That's what a princess is." Coraline took a sip from her coffee after the quick explanation.

"Wait. So if I could give myself a horn and wings, and went there, I'd be their ruler?" Chelsea reached out with her magic to collect the coffee Coraline passed down to her. "Thanks."

"I don't think it works quite like that, but you can always try. I don't think you could actually offend them with it." From what Coraline had learned from Starlight, ponies were kinda impossible to really offend—even with everything Starlight had told her she'd done.

Spicy shrugged his wings. "Give it a shot. Can't hurt to try. Worse comes to worst, we just use a normal bat pony plug tomorrow for the ritual."

"I'll need to start from scratch on one of these. The enchantment that does that whole teleport thing is a bit too complex for me to put back on. It's okay, though, I can manage these pretty well now." With that in mind, Chelsea took the next generic feline anthro butt plug and started working the bat pony specifications onto it. "Though I can't wait to start learning other things my magic can do."

"Oh, right, the other neat thing is they can move where you get teleported to. Starlight set it to have everyone appear at her castle for now, but she said it would be easy enough to set individuals to specific places. She could have you appear in Canterlot." When Spicy and Chelsea both stared at her, Coraline remembered who she was talking to. "Right. Their capital city is called Canterlot. Where Starlight has the default set is a small city called Ponyville."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Spicy shook his head. "That is so adorable. I almost wish I could go too!"

"Well, Twilight—she's the princess—said that with your help she might be able to make a way for non-plugged people to be able to travel. You're the key, though. She'd need a trained unicorn here to work with to do such a thing. Not that I have any clue about any of this. Starlight just had me cram a whole bunch of memorize this, it'll make sense to your cousin stuff." Coraline sipped her coffee again. "Honestly? The sooner you can do this yourself the better. I just wanna hang out with Starlight and fly kites and stuff."

"Kites?" Spicy asked. "Is that a euphemism for straight sex I haven't heard before? I'm going to fly a kite right into your…"

"What? No. She just really likes kites and—and they're kind cool."

"I think Coraline likes flying kites because Starlight likes flying them," Spicy said to Chelsea.

"Mmhmm. Okay, this should work." Holding up the plug with her magic, Chelsea could feel it dragging on her will. "Oh, left the hypno stuff at full strength." Clamping her jaw a little tighter, Chelsea used her horn to yank out as much of that as she could until it was a bare whisper in her mind. "There."

After a few seconds of no one doing anything, Spicy gestured at the butt plug. "Well, are you going to try it?"

Rolling her eyes, Chelsea shook her head. "This is the barroom. I don't want to be shoving in a butt plug while someone's delivering bottles." Picking up all the toys with her magic, she made for the guest room she normally did her work in.

Setting the toys on the bed, Chelsea took slow, deep breaths to calm herself. Her days working at the club had relaxed her personal hangups with talking about sex a lot, but casually shoving in a butt plug in public was still a bit much for her.

"Okay, let's try this. I should get a horn and bat wings from this." Lifting up the toy she'd modified, with her horn of course, Chelsea held it behind herself and tried to suppress her blush. A knock at the door interrupted her, however. "I'm a little busy!"

Opening the door a crack but not looking in, Spicy made a soft purring noise. "I wanted to know if you'd like a little help?"

"You just want to watch." Chelsea actually found herself letting out a tense breath because it was actually easier—in her way of thinking—to have Spicy there to help her. It wasn't because she felt more into it at all, or so she tried to convince herself. "Come in if you want. There shouldn't be much change in this."

"If it works, I'd like to see a handsome prince being made." Spicy closed the door behind him. "Unless you'll let me do the honors?"

"It won't be the last time I put one in, but it will be the last form I take." The decision was impossible to make any other way. She either put the plug in and let it take her to Equestria, or she only ever did untrained and weak things with her magic.

"That's a yes?" Having to suppress his excitement would have been hard, so Spicy didn't bother. When Chelsea nodded, he let out an excited whinny. "Pass it here."

Turning and looking at Spicy behind her, Chelsea had to bite her lip. She floated the plug to him and waited for him to grasp it before letting go.

"Slow or fast?" Spicy asked.

Chelsea let out a slow sigh. "You pick." With that, she lowered her forelegs to the covers so that her chest was pressed into the bed. With a flick of muscles she'd only gained the use of recently, she sent her tail to the side to reveal her rump to her boss.

She'd expected to feel the toy, but instead Spicy pressed his lips to her tailhole and kissed her. It was a strange feeling, but entirely arousing for her. "What are you—?" Her words failed when he pressed his tongue to the soft flesh above her anus and licked upward to trace the exposed part of her dock.

"I'm going to do this and much more tomorrow night," Spicy said. "I'm going to make you scream out to your goddess."

The way his sharp teeth carefully nibbled at her dock, Chelsea believed every word of it. He nibbled and nuzzled down to her taint and then along the area between her legs. She could feel the base of her shaft, beneath the skin, tensing every time he touch it. By the time he reached her balls, she was almost painfully erect.

He started licking and brushing his nose against her balls, the attention firm yet gentle. Chelsea didn't fear his touch on even such a sensitive place because she knew he was skilled and knowledgeable enough not to. Even when his teeth grazed her scrotum as he took it into his mouth didn't worry her, but when he started making soft humming noises, she had to lock her back legs lest she fall down.

Only when he heard Chelsea start to moan did Spicy surrender his prizes. He nuzzled and licked his way back over her perineum to her anus, then kissed it again. "Now the fun."

Chelsea's steadfast stance faltered as Spicy pressed the tip of the toy to her rump. The rest had been teasing, but now she had the magical butt plug kissing her anus instead of Spicy's lips, it made a world of difference. Gracelessly, her back legs folded and she fell to her tummy on the bed.

"Was that your off button, or your very on button?" Spicy asked. He used his free wing to grab Chelsea's rump and roll her onto her back. "Oh my gosh but you look delicious." His eyes roamed over her body, then up to her blushing face. "What am I going to do with you?"

Looking up at Spicy, Chelsea felt drunk on the pleasure coursing through her body. "Whatever you do, put that thing in me. The suspense is—"

Spicy complied with her request. He pressed the toy against her anus again and shoved hard.

Chelsea's eyes flew wide and she let out a high-pitched squeal as the toy sank all the way in with just the one shove. The pressure of the plug filling her rump made her acutely aware that the women who'd produced the latest batch of toys had both likely experienced a lot of anal play—which resulted in oversize plugs.

"Definitely an on button. Let me help you with that." Reaching between Chelsea's back legs with both his wings, Spicy wrapped his wing-thumbs around her shaft. "No changes here. Maybe this will help speed things up?"

Unable to follow his words anymore, Chelsea squirmed on her back while Spicy started stroking her shaft. The fullness of her rear combined with an expert wing-job was the perfect storm to completely numb the smart parts of her brain into gleeful submission to her body's desires.

There was so much about the current situation that drove Spicy deep into his kink. He'd introduced Chelsea to the wonders of being a pony stallion, he got to stuff a transformative butt plug into her just now, and she'd promised to let him seal her as a stallion forever. His brain farted and he reminded himself that she'd ensured he got to live in his dream-form. Truly, in his eyes she deserved all the wing-jobs for what she'd done.

It didn't take much time for Chelsea's pleasure to skyrocket. She angled her head back, impaled the poor pillow with her horn, and squealed out as her body began convulsing. Spicy, however, didn't stop. She sprayed her seed all over her belly and throat, even some getting on the underside of her jaw with the last few blast Spicy coaxed from her balls.

When her pleasure turned to mild lethargy, Chelsea realized that there was someone licking her. Tilting her head down, she watched mutely as Spicy lapped along her belly and up her chest.

"No wings?" she asked.

"No wings. Must be something to what Coraline said." Spicy leaned down again and returned to his task, not stopping until he cleaned all of the mess Chelsea had made—this wound up with him laying atop her, belly-to-belly.

Sighing, feeling her flaccid shaft firming up against Spicy's, Chelsea nuzzled at his jaw and neck. "Your sister and her friend made these plugs too big."

"Oh?" Spicy had to spend a few moments away from basking in the slow frottage to understand what Chelsea meant. "Right. Size of the person who made it determines its size. Guess Jasmine and Fred have a bit of room back there. Is it really too big, or are you just saying that because it's bigger than you're used to?"

"The second one. It makes me want to squirm a lot. When they lock in, are they still there?"

"Yup. Sometimes you forget about it and other times your butt has a sway that you remember you only get when you have something crammed up it—even if your butt technically doesn't exist anymore." Angling his hips, Spicy slid his belly against Chelsea's a little, the friction drawing a grunt from both of them. "Will that be a problem? We have smaller butt plugs."

"You like saying butt a lot," Chelsea said.

"I like butts."

"I did notice that, yes. On topic again, I'll be fine with something big." As soon as she said it, Chelsea blushed under the dark coat of her cheeks. "I-I mean—"

Spicy kissed Chelsea's cheek. "Tell me the truth. This is a forever-thing, remember? Big or small?"

Closing her back legs around Spicy's croup, Chelsea squeezed him tighter against her belly. "B-Big!"

"Perfect." As he said it, Spicy actually purred a little—just a soft and low vibration in his throat. "It's important to be honest."

"Honest?" Chelsea was still a little embarrassed from admitting she liked the full feeling of the bigger toy, but now she had to psych herself up for one more thing. "I want to taste you."

"My horny little bat, you need to let go of my hips before you can do that." Spicy wiggled his rump to demonstrate that Chelsea's legs were still locked around his hips.

Equestria

Susan yawned. Her life since getting stuck teleporting between worlds had had its ups and downs, but this was one of the odder ups—she only slept in Equestria. Each night on Earth she would get teleported here, then she would stay for three days or until she'd gotten off with a mare—whichever came first. But for those potential two nights in Equestria she could sleep.

Waking up beside Buttered Bread had become her favorite pastime. Buttered was a cute and not-at-all simple pony. She'd almost taken over the leader of the world here.

Nuzzling at Buttered's neck, Susan licked her a little in a way she knew woke the mare up every time. When Buttered groaned, Susan let out a giggle. "Good morning."

"I'm a baker. I should be waking up first." Buttered rolled over so her belly was to Susan and tilted her head to get a good kiss in. When it finally faded, she looked into Susan's eyes. "Not that I'm complaining. Let me know if you want to go home early."

"I can wait. I still don't know if I should tell Coraline about the time limit thing. I know she started testing it, but I don't think she's managed to last the whole three days before getting it on with Starlight."

"You probably should. She has her cousin coming over soon, and won't that mean they don't have to keep hiring her special friends to get her ride back home?" Not wanting to get up, Buttered nuzzled and rubbed her cheek against Susan's breast to work her up a little.

Sighing, Susan nodded. "I probably should. How's the building going?"

"They're almost done. I can't believe Princess Twilight offered to pay for it." For the first time in her life, Buttered Bread felt appreciated. Her giving Coraline and Susan a safe place to hide from Organized's madness had resulted in a big smile from the ruler of Equestria, and a stipend to build her inn anew in Ponyville. "So, you still going to move in?"

The hint of worry in Buttered's voice made Susan roll atop her fillyfriend (a term Susan absolutely adored). "Are you kidding? You'd have to kick me out if you hadn't invited me. Don't get me wrong—living in a castle is neat, but I'd rather somewhere more cozy."

"I'm not cozy?" Buttered asked.

"Somewhere, not somepony. You're cozy. Way cozy. You're so coze I'm tempted to take the fast ride back."

Spending the whole day with Buttered hadn't been a tough choice. Susan enjoyed seeing the strange world of Equestria, and the ponies of Ponyville were only too happy to meet some new faces. She'd had to spend a little time in a local clothing shop to get something to cover her enthusiastic erections, but with a cloak and jacket she could hide her shaft away from pure eyes.

When evening came, and the inn still wasn't quite finished, they both retired to the castle again as Starlight's guests.

They'd been chatting together, sitting on a couch in the apartment Starlight let them use. Buttered had been surprised at how tired Susan had looked, and before she knew it her otherworldly lover was asleep.

"I gotta see it." The words had slipped from Buttered's lips before she could stop them, but with Susan asleep there was nopony to tell her not to look. Standing up and walking around to Susan's rear, she bit her lower lip and gently raised Susan's tail.

The magic of the butt plug caught the eyes of the mare instantly, seeped through them and delved into her mind. Without any defense against the magical intrusion, Buttered's thoughts turned completely to how much she wanted to see what the base of the plug felt like.

Reaching her hoof up, Buttered stopped herself just before she touched the thing. Shoving at it with a hoof? she thought, That's not going to work.

Leaning closer, Buttered pressed her nose against the plug and felt a rush of sensation as its magic delved further into her mind. Sticking her tongue out, she licked the base of the plug twice before she felt it start to swell into her mouth.

"W-What is that?" she asked after pulling back a little. Looking, she could see a small butt plug shape growing out from the base. She didn't need further mental prodding from the magic to wrap her lips around it.

As the shape grew in her mouth, Buttered started to moan softly. Flicking her tail, she started to feel an aching need just under her dock that got worse and worse the longer she sucked on the toy. At last, she could hold back her desire no more.

Pulling her lips off the toy was not too difficult, but Buttered felt a deeper shiver of emptiness at the sight of the butt plug before her nose. Turning, she hoped she had herself lined up right, and pushed. She missed on the first try—poking herself in her left rump cheek—but on the second go she nailed her anus with the tip. Magic poured off the toy now, flooding into Buttered's rear and almost pulling her back and onto it. Emptiness ached inside her, and without any other thought in her head, Buttered pushed onto the enchanted butt plug.

Susan stirred in her sleep, but not enough to wake, and with Buttered falling forward once the plug had seated inside her, Susan had nothing stopping her from settling back to sleep.

Flopping to the floor, Buttered instinctively rolled to her back and squirmed at the feeling of fullness radiating from her insides, but as the fullness grew, so did a new need. Looking down her belly, Buttered couldn't help but stare at her new penis.

Staring led to touching, and given Buttered only had her hooves available, that meant she couldn't get a good grip around it. Biting her lower lip, she began to stroke it as best she could. Rubbing along the length and using the sole of her hoof to roll around on the flared tip, she felt her pleasure grow higher and higher and then—even more pleasure soaked into her brain.

That something was wrong in her mind was an understatement. Her mind was shorting out at the pleasure and all she could do is stroke and rub at her shaft for all she was worth. Eventually she got the idea of rolling over and humping at the carpeted floor, but that wasn't giving her the sensations she wanted.

Staggering to the bedroom, she reared up on the corner of the bed and humped her hips forward. By pure luck, she managed to lodge her shaft between the top cover an the mattress. The pressure around her shaft made her brain melt even more—her hips became a blur.

Earth

Susan expected to wake up in her house alone. She'd passed out with Buttered instead of having wild sex with her Equestrian lover. Stretching and standing up, she heard movement beside her.

Buttered Bread was stunned. She'd lost complete control during the night and had spent the entire time humping the furniture in the bedroom only to be shaken out of her fucking funk when she appeared in a huge and strange bedroom. Looking around, she tried to make sense of her situation.

Spotting a crystal pony in the middle of her bedroom, Susan climbed down off her bed (that she only used symbolically now) and couldn't stop staring. "Buttered?"

"Susan!" Relief flooded Buttered, though it wasn't the relief her body wanted. She jumped toward Susan and reared up to hug her. "Where are we?"

"Buttered, what the hell happened? You—This is Earth!" Giving the hug only a cursory squeeze, Susan walked around her fillyfriend and then, with a glance under Buttered's tail, saw what she feared. "I told you not to mess around with my plug!"

"I just—" Buttered hugged Susan again for all she was worth. "I really like you."

Susan squeezed back and relaxed into the hug. "I don't get why you're here, though. Shouldn't you just be stuck in Equestria full-time?"

"Magic." Buttered shrugged at Susan. "Besides, now we can be together on both sides of this!"

"Well, it's in now, so no going back. That means we're both kinda stuck when we get to Equestria." The idea wasn't all that unappealing to Susan—she liked guys instinctively, and had hooked up with Buttered because the mare seemed like a good friend and was interested in reciprocating other things. "Though it means we get to have more fun together."

Kissing Susan, Buttered felt excitement boil up again inside herself. "You know the only real downside here? I spent all night trying to get off."

"Did you?" Susan knew the answer, but thought a little teasing foreplay would be fun.

"No. I made plenty of a mess in the bed, though." Twitching muscles she'd had for less than eight hours, Buttered bumped her shaft against Susan's belly.

"So, uh, what do we do? Oral only goes so far." Buttered looked down at her penis with a little apprehension. She still hadn't experienced a male orgasm yet, and the anticipation was only making things worse.

Shrugging out of the hug, Susan turned around—catching an eyeful of Buttered's shaft—and wiggled her rump. "Get on and just start humping. Find a good angle and—" Feeling Buttered's weight on her lower back, Susan let out a happy groan. "Get your dick up on my back and—There you go."

The pressure around her shaft was all there again, but this time things felt different to Buttered. The ramp of pleasure blew past what had disabled her mentally for the whole evening and left her quickly hitting an orgasm. It didn't matter that she was a hair-trigger, she squealed with glee as she shot hot seed between their fur. She grabbed Susan's waist and held on tight.

"Having fun?" Susan could feel the hot mess squished between them, and didn't exactly need an answer. "You know the best bit of us both being like this? Cuddles."

"C-Cuddles? No. The best bit of this is we can go more than once." Buttered started humping again, the wetness between them now providing a better feel for her shaft.

Spicy Hot's eyes were closed and he sat across from Chelsea. Helping her make the transition to pony would be a literal pleasure for him, but even if it wasn't he'd still help her. This was important to her—to his friend.

"Maiden, Mother, Crone—I beseech thee none of you find fault in what I do this day." Chelsea knelt, naked, across from Spicy. They were both within a large circle of chalk that had candles at the cardinal points and burning incense at each ordinal point.

Picking up her ritual athame, Chelsea reached behind her with her free hand and pulled her hair around her shoulder. This had nothing to do with how long or short her mane would be—she just felt it another symbol of surrendering her femininity. Bringing the dagger up and under her single braid, she sliced it off and cast her hair outside the circle.

"Green Man, I wish to be reborn. Imbue us with your power and let me slip free of my humanity and join the fae as a unicorn—and join the brotherhood of stallions." Opening her eye, Chelsea looked into Spicy's face and studied it. He looked serious, something she was thankful for, but at the same time he looked hungry—she knew exactly what he hungered for. "Behold, I give myself to this stallion—I give the last of my humanity and femininity."

Spicy sat still as Chelsea turned and presented her rump to him. They'd spent time before the ritual preparing their bodies so that this moment would not hurt either of them, but still he wanted to take his time. "I take on the mantle of the Green Man to induct this stallion-to-be into his new form. First, I take his femininity."

Standing, Spicy loosed his wings on each side of himself and reached out for Chelsea's hips with them.

When Spicy grabbed her and pulled her back to him, Chelsea wasn't sure what he planned—when his snout pressed against her rump and started nuzzling and licking at her asshole, she let out a surprised yelp.

There were so many things Spicy wanted to say. Complementing Chelsea for making a noise was the obvious one, but he could appreciate this was a ritual and not the place for that. Instead, he focused on eating out her ass, thankful she'd prepared herself as he'd described.

His grip held her in place, not that Chelsea wanted to challenge it. Spicy was making a three-course-meal of her ass, making her squeak and moan alternately depending on where his long tongue was inside her.

Realizing he wasn't going to get her off just with anilingus, Spicy pulled his tongue out of her and used his wings to pull himself up higher onto her rump. "Do you feel that, witch? That is the joy of a male. The strength, the invasion, the unrelenting pleasure of a partner who wants to hear you scream with pleasure. Someone already made you a woman, but I will make you a man—before I make you a stallion."

The words hadn't been planned, Chelsea knew, but they felt right to her. With Spicy now atop her (comically mismatched in size though they were), she felt his intensity pressing into her in advance of his shaft.

When he finally pressed his head between her ass cheeks, Chelsea was panting and sweating. The intensity of the situation not just physically, but spiritually, had her spirit burning. When he pushed into her, she felt exactly as the ritual was meant to make her feel—masculine.

Spicy felt the moment when Chelsea's sexual sea change happened. There was an intense feeling that she was no longer feminine—that part of her was in flux. It was Spicy's time, in the role of Green Man, to shine. He shoved into Chelsea, sinking his shaft all the way until his groin pressed against her rump.

No more squeals or cries, Chelsea grunted as Spicy slammed home. Shoving back, all spiritual and mental signs of her femininity were crushed under masculinity. He growled out a wordless cry and shoved back against Spicy. "Get off me and finish this."

Turning around, Spicy revealed his rump and cocked his tail to one side. "Come and get it."

Chelsea turned and grabbed Spicy's dock with one hand. He jerked the tail and held Spicy still while he leaned down and kissed the rubber plug-base that was firmly attached to Spicy's rear. There wasn't any mental tug, not with the dominance and control Chelsea felt. As he kissed and licked the thing, he felt the shape of a new plug forming—facing outward.

"Getting into this? You won't hear me complaining." The oddest sensation that Spicy felt was through the plug. He could literally feel Chelsea sucking on the growing nub—nursing it to its full size before leaving the new bulb wet in the air. When Chelsea's ass pressed against Spicy's, he let out a little growl of his own and lunged backward.

The moment the plug rammed into him, Chelsea felt magic wash through his body. Normally it was a slow process, but not this time—from his rump forward, Chelsea became a dark, unicorn stallion. His shaft grew free of its sheath, his balls hung heavy and already primed, and his muscles swelled while his body shrank down to that of a pony.

Spicy had felt as the butt plug pushed into Chelsea—had even felt it like penetrating him—but that sensation ceased when the two parted. "How do you feel?"

"Like I wanna fuck you again. I've never had rituals affect me this much before." Bracing his legs, Chelsea shook himself from his tail all the way up his body to his head. "But then, I've never had real magic before." Turning slowly, Chelsea bowed to each cardinal point and snuffed their candles out one by one. At last he lifted his athame but paused. "I don't feel like a Chelsea anymore."

"At dawn I will give you a new name." Spicy walked up to Chelsea and nipped at his shoulder. "Now, about that feeling you had?"

His blood running hot, Chelsea jumped at Spicy and bowled him onto his back, then pressed his own belly against Spicy's. "Way ahead of you."

Spicy had a comeback lined up and ready, but when Chelsea humped forward and rubbed their shafts together, all thoughts of talk evaporated and he humped along with him. This was his greatest change yet. Chelsea had fully embraced his maleness, and Spicy loved how dominant he was about it.

It didn't take Chelsea long to unload, but he was still so worked up he kept going. Grunting and snarling down at Spicy, he wanted to fuck all the way through to the morning where he would be taken to Equestria for his first day of study.

Just an hour before dawn, with an alarm going off for just this reason, Spicy had to shove Chelsea off. "You need to swap plugs. Here." He squirmed and grabbed at Chelsea's toy—and pulled it free. "Now hold on."

The replacement was big. Bigger than Chelsea should have used, but he'd figured it would make the rest of his life interesting. Interesting, however, was an understatement for the effect that Spicy ramming the bigger toy in had.

Chelsea squirmed on the floor with the big plug in him, waving his rump side to side as his body tried to get used to the thing—but all he could do was give into his need to move and feel it shift inside him.

After a few minutes of this, Chelsea shook his head and got back on his hooves—then leapt on Spicy and returned to frotting with the bat pony.

Moments before the sun rose, Spicy wrapped all four legs and his wings around Chelsea. "Your name is Blazing Pounce." He stared into Blazing's eyes for a moment just before the magic ripped the two apart—flinging the new stallion to a whole other world.

Equestria

Blazing shook his head and squinted at the bright light. Everything felt strange, but the strangest thing of all was magic. Back on Earth, magic had been a weak, timid stream that came only when Blazing called it. In Equestria, magic was a hurricane that seemed to swirl around his horn—trying desperately to make him use it.

Straining, barely holding his magic down to a small, constant explosion, Blaze was startled when there was a knock on the door. "Help!"

Teleporting through the door, Starlight stared at the gorgeous, dark stallion that looked like he was about to cast the biggest spell she'd ever seen—well, by a male. "You're Coraline's cousin?"

"How do I stop this?!"

Right, Starlight thought, stop staring at the hunky stallion and help him stop pouring out so much magic. "Focus. Look at me and picture a cold, wet shower pouring over your horn. It is chilling and icy, and you can feel the magic slowing."

The words were so intense—what with Starlight saying them right in his face—that Blazing listened and did just as she'd said. When his magic calmed down to just a trickle, he was able to shut it off completely. "Why is there so much magic here?!"

"This is Equestria. There's always this much magic here. I take it things aren't like this on your world?" Starlight stepped back to give Blazing room. "My name's Starlight Glimmer. You must be Chelsea?"

"Not anymore. Not like this. Blazing Pounce." The name brought a smile to Blazing's snout that showed off a little of his fangs. "Thanks for the help."

"Don't mention it. Your cousin probably arrived upstairs. We bound her arrival locus to my bedroom since she—we—I mean—" Stumbling over her words, Starlight couldn't stop blushing. She eventually bit her bottom lip just to shut herself up.

"Relax." Blazing reached out a forehoof and patted Starlight on the shoulder. "Coraline spoke to me earlier about how this would work. So you're her new girlfriend?" Blazing had to admit that, for a mare, Starlight certainly looked attractive enough. "So, you live in a castle?"

"You never get used to it. I've been here for years now—longer if you count when Princess Twilight lived here and I was just her student—it's an amazing place." reaching a hoof out, Starlight gently stroked the crystal by the door. "So the magic here is stronger?"

"Yeah. Back home I struggle and strain, then make a little thread of magic. Barely enough to even feel. Here I practically had a storm of power centered on my horn. I guess I'll have to get used to that." Rolling his shoulders, Blazing Pounce kept catching Starlight looking at him. Well, he thought, there's no harm in her looking, but she really should try to play it straight given her boyfriend's about to walk in. "Uh, excuse me, I need to use the bathroom."

The timing was perfect. Starlight realized she'd been staring and broke off the eye-contact just as Coraline opened the door to the reception room. "Cor!" It was a relief to not be stuck alone in a room with the hottest stallion she'd ever seen. "I missed you!"

Putting a foreleg and a wing around Starlight's neck and pulling her close, Coraline looked over to see her cousin. "Chelsea?"

"Spicy gave me a new name. Chelsea doesn't really fit how I feel now, and Blazing Pounce seems better." It took Blazing a moment to realize why Spicy had given him that name—the way he'd pounced on the bat.

"Oh, here they are," Susan asked, standing just outside the room with Buttered. "Chelsea?"

Wishing it would be the last time he'd have to explain, but knowing it wouldn't, Blazing tried to edge around Coraline and Starlight (who'd turned their hug into a more intimate embrace. "I'm going by Blazing Pounce now. Susan, right?"

"Yup, and this is Buttered Bread. She's, uh, the first pony to end up stuck with one of the plugs." Blushing a little, Susan remembered what she needed to talk about. "Oh, and you know the thing about having sex to get home? You don't need to. Just wait out your three days here and bam, you'll be back."

Blinking in surprise, Blazing thought about it. "That works out well. So I get three whole days here and one back on Earth?"

"Yeah, but—how can you even accept that? Time shouldn't work that way." Looking between Blazing, Coraline, Starlight, and Buttered, Susan begged each with her eyes to back her up. "I mean, come on! How—?"

"Magic," Blazing and Starlight said at the same time.

Blazing tapped his chin with a hoof. "You know, it could be that the different levels of magic in the worlds is responsible for that. Gravity can distort spacetime, so why not magic too?"

Eyes widening, Starlight felt her heart thud a little faster. It wasn't eros that drove her, but philia. Starlight felt a strong connection with Blazing Pounce that had everything to do with what her mentor had taught her—friendship. "How did you just get a complex topic like reality and time warping due to magical load in just"—Starlight shook her head—"seconds. We need to get you to Canterlot and get you settled into school with Twilight ASAP."

Coraline put a foreleg around Blazing's shoulders. "See? Told you you'd fit right in here. I want to see Canterlot too, so I guess we can make it a group tour?"

Blazing coughed and looked around for a bathroom. "First I'm going to need a little cleanup…"

Author's Note

Ask Spicy Hot: Have you ever dream about a tom-boy stallion with rainbow-colored mane?

"See, now this is normally where I'd say 'I don't dream about girls', but lately I've been dreaming about all kinds of girls—and turning them into stallions." Waggling his eyebrows, Spicy flashed a grin full of fangs.

So I do this "Ask X" thing. X can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and they will definitely, hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories, and they will answer the best question in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer. Try to keep it to one question per post! They will pick one question per chapter.

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