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Steven woke up to find his face buried between Celeste's legs. It didn't take a rocket surgeon to realize where hers was. Once more they were both back to their human selves after a night of the wildest gay sex any two little stallions had ever experienced—despite the fact that neither had actually put their dong in something of the other's.

Opening his mouth to say something, Steven felt Celeste's fingers tickle around his rear. A bit of morning fun wasn't off the cards, of course, but he was a little worried she was going to—

Celeste pushed at the toy firmly, giving the biggest of the three plugs they'd made the previous night the shoving of her life. It got almost all the way into Steven. She'd felt him wake, and wanted to give him a day-long present. "Hold still."

Steven did just that, bracing himself out of instinct for what he knew was coming. When Celeste gave the plug another shove, his trained rear took the toy into its tight and willing embrace and tightened around it greedily.

Shivers of pleasure radiated up from Steven's rear as he lay there trying to get used to the huge shape inside him—again. It took a few minutes of whining, squirming, panting, and transforming for Steven to settle enough to be able to reply. "You're evil."

"Now to get you turned into a cute little pony and I'll get that thing back out for the day—don't want you too worked up for tonight. Besides, it'll be an experiment." Celeste reached a hand between Steven's legs and found his already-changed penis.

It was impossible for Steven to resist that devilish hand closing around his super-sensitive shaft when it started to stroke slowly. Rolling to his back, Steven surrendered to Celeste's efforts as more of his body changed into that of a pony.

Each stroke seemed to spread the change more—advancing it in waves over his body. Steven's legs were completely pony back legs, and he sported a pretty pink tail that matched one of the colors of the toy in his rear. The other color was darker pink, and it was spreading up his body to his chest.

"Imagine doing all your work, all your gardening, as a cute little pony. It'll be so adorable. I wish I had the day off so I could take pictures." Celeste considered herself somewhat of a gifted amateur when it came to giving cute little stallions hand jobs. The more she worked, the closer Steven got to his climax and the end of his transformation.

Both events came at the same time.

Arching his spine, Steven whinnied loud enough for it to echo through the house, and he painted his chest and Celeste's belly with his seed. Jumping to his hooves, he climbed on Celeste sideways and started humping for all he was worth.

Celeste could do nothing but giggle at the horny little stallion buck at her. There was the greatest of all temptations to just get up on her hands and knees and turn to let him do the job properly, but she noticed the time on the bedside clock. "Dammit, I need a shower. C'mon, you naughty little pony."

One moment Steven was humping away happily, the next he was picked up under Celeste's arm and carried from the room. Shaking his head to clear the haze of lust from it, he looked up at Celeste and whined. "Why did you stop?"

"Because as much as I'd love to let you use that thing on me, I've got work today and now I have the smell of a horny stallion's musk all over me. Shower time."

At first Steven hoped that Celeste would help him get off again in the shower, but she seemed determined to just wash herself and him.

"Alright. I get it. You want me to be a pony all day. Now, get this plug out of me." Lowering his chest to the floor of the shower, Steven flipped his tail up and wagged his butt at Celeste.

About to oblige, Celeste realized what would happen. "Crap. If I pull that out, or even try to, it'll turn me into a pony. Sorry, Steven, you'll have to just deal with it until tonight. Maybe you could call Susan and get her over to help you out?"

"What?! No! You—" But Steven knew how much Celeste's work mattered for both of them. "I'm going to get you back for this!"

"When I get home, you get a whole night of hand jobs. Blowjobs too. Hell, maybe I'll let you do the whole deal with me like that." Celeste leaned down and kissed Steven's pouting cheek. "It's only one day. Don't be good, now!"

Still soaked to his skin, Steven watched Celeste leave the bathroom and cursed under his breath. The front door sounding a few moments later made his situation final. "I can do this. So long as I don't think about sex, I'll be fine."

Pulling a towel down from the rack, Steven started working on drying himself off. It went great until he got to his belly. On his back, looking down his body, he frowned at the rock-hard penis. If I touch you, I won't be able to stop."

Forsaking his belly as off-limits, Steven set about cleaning.

It wasn't easy. He got as far as Celeste's bedroom (her covers were messy again) and the living room and it was midday. Steven was hungry and horny, but he was determined to only sate one of those.

Walking to the kitchen showed him a new problem—he couldn't reach the bench to get at the fruit bowl. Opting instead for the fridge, he spotted the last two pieces of his own pizza (vegetarian!) and almost pounced on it.

"Microwave's out, guess I'll just eat it cold." With four legs and no arms, Steven pulled the box of pizza to the floor with his teeth and then pushed it along with his nose until he reached the back door. Struggling to get that open with his teeth, he just collapsed beside it in the end and flipped the box open.

The pizza, after two nights, was far from its best. Cold pizza on an empty stomach, however, suited Steven just fine. What surprised him the most was how easily his teeth sliced through the hard crust, so much so that he was done with the slices in short order and was left wondering what to do next. His cleaning hadn't been overly effective, with only the washing machine doing any kind of good work, so he pondered his options. Calling Susan's work again would be interesting, but he had another idea.

After nudging the box back into the kitchen and standing it up against the recycling bin, he trotted back down to his bedroom to find his phone.

The next problem he had, once he'd found it, was using the thing. His hooves didn't work, it didn't recognize his face, and he couldn't use a fingerprint to unlock it. In the end Steven used the tip of his nose as a finger on the screen and got it unlocked.

Dialing wasn't easy, but he called one number he knew off by heart.

"Hey there! Driven Batty club, this is Richard speaking, how may I help you?" Richard was bored. The club was doing well, and the cute guy he'd been warming up to had missed a week.

"Richard! I am so glad I got you. You're into…" Steven had to lay on his bed with his head pressed to his phone sideways to be able to have his ear and his snout pressed to it. "… well, gay stuff, right?"

Biting his lip, Richard pulled the phone from his mouth for a moment to make a happy little squeak before pulling it back. "You've watched me dance often enough, Steven, you know who I look at while feeling sexy."

Richard, Steven realized, was always going to be flirty. At first it had been confusing, then fun, then curious, and now he was firmly of a mind that he wanted to bring the nightclub owner in on the fun. "What would you say if I told you I was horny as heck, hung like a horse, and more than a little gay-curious of late?"

The cute guy he'd been buttering up for weeks was making a booty call. Richard looked around his club—mostly at his staff cleaning and preparing for the night ahead, and squeezed his eyes closed. "I'd ask you what your address is."

The hunger in Richard's voice made Steven's shaft surge. He let out a soft whine into the phone without realizing it and gave his address. "Things might be—I'll explain when you get here."

Crossing his legs to cover the chubby he was getting, Richard let out his own breath. "I'll be there before you can even think about a girl," he said, and hung up. Of course he couldn't leave immediately—he had to organize everyone for him to be absent for the night.

Admittedly, Richard sorted out his replacement for the night and his staff in the shortest time possible, but when all was said and done, it was fifteen minutes later when he pulled up at Steven and Celeste's house.

Walking up to the front door, Richard knocked a few times, only for the door to open to reveal… no one. A note of caution entered Richard's mind, and he wondered if he was at the right house. "Hello? I'm looking for Steven."

"Yeah, I'm here. Just… Remember what I said hung like a horse?"

Curiosity killed the cat, but for Richard it was (along with machismo) one of his primary driving forces. "Yes?"

Richard could only stare as the little pink-on-pink pony stepped out from behind the door. It was the cutest little thing he'd seen in his life. "Well, aren't you just—"

"It's me, Richard. I'm Steven."

Rolling his eyes, Richard crouched down and reached to pet the little pony. "Steven, I love the ventriloquist act, but if you don't come out in ten seconds I'm going to wait ten more." He petted the little pony, finding it adorable how tame the creature was.

"It's not ventriloquism, Richard," Steven said. "This is really me. I should probably explain what happen—"

Before Steven could finish, Richard stopped the petting and picked him up and, in the process of doing so, flipped Steven onto his back. "Wow. Uh…" Richard was lost for words, the cute little pony had a dick bigger than his.

"Well, if you're going to look at it, the least you could do is keep petting."

As Steven spoke, Richard managed to watch his mouth. A revelation hit him. There was nothing on the pony's lips—it was really speaking. "Steven? What—What is this?!" Richard, still cradling Steven on his back, gestured down at him.

"Well, that's a penis."

Richard managed to keep a straight face for exactly two seconds, then burst into laughter. "Okay, you got me. I want all the details. What is all this?"

"Okay, so it was a normal afternoon, and I found a butt plug. Wait!" Steven held up his forehooves to distract Richard from cutting in. "I know it sounds insane, but it turns out the toy was… magical. Looking at it made us want to use it. Using it turned us into ponies. The freaky stuff starts when someone else looks at one already being used. It… it makes you want to kiss and lick it—the base of it—and it grows a nub that you want inside you. When you put that nub inside, it forms into its own plug."

"Who else lives here? You just said "us"."

"Celeste. Hot girl I normally come to the club with. Oh! And that's the other freaky thing—it turns girls into little stallions too. That's kinda why I've been warming up to the idea of guys, me and Celeste—"

"Banged. Fucked. Drew your swords and partook of the dark delights of one another's anuses?"

"Well, yes and no." Being interrupted was getting a little annoying, but mostly Steven was just getting more and more horny. He was literally on display for Richard to see, and the guy hadn't so much as touched his belly yet. "We normally get carried away and plug each other, then there's no real place to put our dicks. We kinda just—just rub together."

Richard rubbed one of Steven's fluffy ears and chuckled. "So this is all kinds of strange, and if I weren't being told it by a little pony with a frankly startling cock—right in my lap—I would laugh and walk out of here. So the biggest question: if you have this cute girl who grows a cock for you to frot, why did you call me?"

"Because just having one of the things in makes you horny. Just being like this makes you horny. But, you want to know the worst bit?"

Pressing a finger to Steven's chest, Richard ran it all the way down his underside but stopped before reaching Steven's dick. "What's that?"

"No matter what you do and no matter how aroused you get, you can't get off without someone else's help. You just get into this circular thing where you need to get release, so you masturbate, but you can't climax, so your need just goes up. Pretty soon, you can't think about anything else."

"So I was a literal emergency booty-call? You thought to yourself, 'I need me a guy who'll be so into me he won't ask too many questions,' and you thought of me?" Richard was practically purring now, stroking Steven's chest until he felt the pony in his arms arch his back into each stroke. When Steven didn't reply at first, Richard paused his stroking. "Well?"

Steven's eyes had drifted closed and he was starting to pant. "Huh?"

"Why'd you call me, then?"

Shaking his head, Steven looked up at Richard's smirking face and shook his own head. "I called you because Celeste thought it'd be funny to shove the biggest plug into me and leave me like this all day. An experiment, she called it."

"Nerdy girl? Likes her science, does she?" Richard's attention was entirely on Steven's body language. He was trying to get a feel for how the pony got excited, how he showed it, and how much fun could be had in teasing him.

"Not—not really. She's into you, you know."

"There's a problem with that, she—Wait. You said girls turn into stallions too?" Richard picked Steven up with his hands under each of Steven's forelegs and held him dangling in the air while he stared into Steven's big eyes. "Has she gotten off yet?"

"What?"

"I want that cherry. A girl turned into an actual guy? I want to taste him so much! I want to be the first to—"

"Sorry, that ship has already sailed, but I know a stallion who needs some attention."

"You have made me both intensely excited and then disappointed in the span of nearly twenty seconds." Richard rolled sideways on the couch and set Steven to laying on his belly. "But wait, you have more of these plugs now, right?"

Laying on his belly meant his shaft was sandwiched between the two of them, and the fact Richard was another living creature meant that Steven could feel his arousal rise. He shifted his hips just enough to get a little friction every time Richard breathed. "Y-Yes. We don't want to give them out to people, though, we don't know what they do ye—"

At that moment the doorbell rang.

Whining, Steven looked up Richard's body to his face. "Can you answer that, I'm a little horse right now."

Groaning at the pun, Richard lifted Steven up again and set him down again on the couch while he stood up. "You left a little wet patch on my shirt you naughty pony." Walking to the door, Richard lifted his shirt up to lick the mark. The smell and taste of it hit him like a truck, getting his motor going. "Wow."

A shiver passed from Richard's tongue to his brain, then all the way down to his groin. When he opened the door to see who it was, he was surprised to see another little pony gallop inside—this one white with blue hair. "Steven's Stables, how may we help you?"

Susan stopped when she saw Steven on the couch in the living room. "You're never going to believe what happened to me, but first, can you get this plug out?"

"This is Susan, Richard. She borrowed one of our plugs without asking." Steven had gotten a worried vibe from Susan, but that didn't stop him wanting to make her feel bad for stealing the toy. "What exactly is the problem?"

"I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean to take it, but I just couldn't stop myself. When I got home, I had to put It in."

"You've had it in since then?"

"Y-Yeah. Once it was in, I couldn't get off. All day and all the night I tried, but I passed out in the end. The weird bit is where I woke up. It wasn't my house, but some place where there's a lot of ponies. Like, all ponies. All mares."

Just mention of a mare made Steven's libido jolt. He let out a little groan and tried to avoid humping. "G-Go on."

"They were arguing about something. Dazed Dream—she was one of the mares—helped me get away from the argument. She was nice. We—" Susan clamped her mouth closed, her cheeks turning a bright red shade just short of crimson. "We had some fun, and when I woke up I was home again, but this"—Susan turned around and flicked her tail up so Steven could see her rump—"is what happened."

As he expected, Susan had the base of a butt plug still crowning her rear, but when he reached out with his hooves to feel around to get a grip on it, it seemed part of her—like her anus wasn't there. "What's with this pattern? You're not—not flesh and bone anymore, Susan."

Crouching down, Richard ran his hand along Susan's back, stroking her coat backwards. "It's like you're made out of crystal, but you're warm and you don't feel like crystal."

"This isn't a butt plug anymore. It's part of you. There's just smooth flesh leading from where your anus should be to the base of this thing. There's nothing to get out," Steven said.

Susan, meanwhile, was almost cooing at the attention. Feeling the petting was nice (even if it was going the wrong way), and having Steven poke around her rear turned her on more than she would care to admit. "S-So what now?"

"Well, I don't think this is coming out of you." Steven didn't want to say what he was thinking. What he was thinking was that he was thankful neither he nor Celeste had fallen asleep with the plugs in.

"I think what he's trying to say is that if the toy is part of you, it's not coming out." Sitting on the couch beside Steven, Richard picked Susan up and set her back down in his lap.

Tilting her head into the attention Richard's hand was giving her ear, Susan let out a worried little squeak. "S-So I'm stuck like this?"

Steven crawled over so that he could put his head on Richard's lap—giving the guy's other hand something to do. "We warned you we hadn't tested them long-term yet. Why'd you leave?"

"I just needed to get out of here. I needed to leave with one of them and—" Susan relaxed on Richard's lap a little more. "I just wanted to get some time to think about what had happened."

Richard's hand on Steven's head and neck moved down his body to his shoulders, then down to his rump. "So, Susan, what's it like to have a dick?"

Susan, who'd been starting to relax from her panicked day, perked her ears up at the question. "You're a guy, don't you know?"

"I mean," Richard said, "what's it like having a dick when you used to be a girl? Have you stuck it in anything yet—apart from that other pony you met?"

Rolling to her side, then to her back, Susan let out a happy sigh. "Nope. She's my one and only—not counting hand-jobs and some humping."

When Steven Felt Richard's hand start to sketch a circle around the base of the plug in his rear, he felt he should warn him. "If you touch that plug too much, you'll turn into a pony."

"And what, you want me to give you a hand-job first?" Richard was mostly teasing. He used his hand to probe lower on both Steven and Susan, finding the former's balls as he also discovered the latter's hard shaft. "What's it feel like?"

Susan closed her eyes and focused on exploring the question. The teasing was plenty to get her motor running, and despite the lingering worry of what it meant to have the plug merge with her, she was more than horny enough to push that aside for a while. "More focused than as a woman. Like, guys tend to spread things out when they're trying to get you into the mood. They play with your boobs, your lips, your tongue, your thighs—With this, it's all focused down to one place."

"One place, huh?" Richard brought his hand to Susan's balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. "This place?"

Steven watched and listened to the game Richard and Susan were playing. He was getting his own slow hand-job, so he wasn't one to complain, but listening to the sounds Richard urged from Susan was almost as good.

"So just one place, and it wasn't your balls. What about your taint?" Three fingers slid down from Susan's balls to the sensitive skin behind them. Richard could feel the base of her penis not far beneath the skin. "This isn't the place either, is it?"

The pleasure seemed to come from everywhere at once. Susan barely got used to Richard stroking her one place then he found another spot that got her squirming and whining. It still wasn't like arousal as a woman, but Susan could certainly appreciate the difference. She appreciated it so much, in fact, that even without him stroking her shaft she soon reached her peak.

Leaning down, Richard closed his mouth over the end of Susan's shaft. The taste was different to a human's semen, but he found himself appreciating it for the differences, if not the quantity. The way she just kept unloading made him wonder if he was going to be able to gulp it all down or not, but after way too much he felt her start to slow.

A hint of jealousy hit Steven, but with the slow and steady hand-job he was getting, he wasn't about to complain. But just seeing that Richard got Susan to climax without even touching her shaft and faster than an actual stroking got him off, was an amazing sight. "You"—Steven huffed a little—"really did a number on—on her."

"You called me because you wanted the best, Steven. You wanted the hottest stripper in the city—no, the world, and you got him. So, with this picture of sexual desire here, stroking you slowly, what—?" Richard had managed to get almost all the way through his little speech before he lost it and started giggling.

Steven started to laugh too, but as the first contraction hit his diaphragm, he felt a rush of pleasure straight to his groin. His balls felt like they were swelling and his muscles started to tremble.

Seeing an opportunity that normally wouldn't come twice, Richard leaned down a second time and put his mouth where his hand had been. Rather than just sucking at the tip, as he did with Susan, Richard opened his mouth and bobbed down as far as he could on Steven's large shaft.

The feel of Richard's mouth wrapped around the end of his flared shaft blew Steven's mind. He arched his back and humped upward to shove as deep as he could into the tight mouth and shot his load down the man's throat again and again.

Coasting on her post-coital bliss, Susan watched with a silly smile plastered on her snout as Richard gave Steven a happy ending too. She shimmied and squirmed her way off Richard's lap and turned around so her butt was aimed at him. Right at him. She intended, just as he finished Steven off, that he'd get a look at her plug—or what was left of it.

Richard would have found himself struggling to gulp down another little stallion's load if not for the fact Steven had shoved his cock so far into Richard's mouth that he was practically shooting directly into Richard's throat. Richard, of course, having far more experience at giving blow-jobs than either Steven or Susan, was carefully holding his breath while trying his best not to give into what little gag reflex he still possessed.

Soon enough, however, Steven lost his fire and started to come down from the rush of focus that overtook him when climaxing. He slumped a little and let go of Richard's head.

"I've gotta say, ponies are just about the most wonderfully excitable sorts I've ever had the pleasure to meet. Now where di—" Richard froze as his eyes fell on the plug under Susan's tail—at least, the base of what had once been a plug. "This is—I mean you—Fuck…" Leaning down, Richard turned his body so he could get under Susan's tail and start nibbling at the edges of the protruding butt plug base.

"What are you doing, Susan? Damn it, you could have asked him first!" Steven walked past Richard on the couch and shoved Susan away from him. "You can't let your feelings rule on this. You have to fight that instinct to—Eeep!" What completely shattered Steven's focus was Richard shoving his face under his tail and kissing the plug there. "Wait, hold on Richard, you don't…"

But Steven's butt plug had sensed the attention and had started to swell up a backwards-facing plug to match the size of the one currently in Steven—extra-large.

The little plug's bulge got bigger and bigger in Richard's mouth as he suckled on it. His mind fizzled and popped with lust and his rear ached to be filled. Much as he would have liked to get one of the fine stallions present to take care of the latter problem, Richard couldn't help but fixate on the plug that was growing—his plug.

"W-Wait. Richard. Y-You sure you…" Steven's mind was rolling in the same urges that Susan's had been. There was a horny creature right here that was ripe to be plugged, and he couldn't resist the urge to ensure he was plugged. When he felt Richard turn and line himself up, Steven shoved backward.

Richard was far more forgiving so far as his anal capacity was concerned. Just like the opposite end of the plug, the shape that shoved into Richard's rear was big, but for him it was far smoother going in. Not that his experience made the bliss of a butt filled by a magical toy any less intense. The connection between Steven and Richard parted and the human flopped sideways—then fell onto the floor in a heap.

Glaring at Steven, Susan stomped (at least as good as one could stomp on a couch) over to him and poked his shoulder with a hoof. "Why'd you push me off if you were just going to do it anyway?"

"S-Sorry. I was just—I couldn't stop myself." Steven hung his head. "You okay, Richard?"

Rolling to his back on the floor, Richard's leather pants were still around his ankles, but now there was something far more impressive on display. Giggling, he stroked his new member. "I'm hung like a horse!"

Steven caught up with the case of the giggles and reached a hoof out to prod at Richard's tip. "We're all hung like horses!"

Trying to keep her annoyance up long enough to berate Steven some more, Susan instead surrendered to her own giggles. "Why don't you try rubbing it?"

The idea of doing just that hit Richard in a way that kept him giggling. Of the three of them, he was confident that he'd had more sexual experiences—yet they seemed to be telling him how to enjoy himself. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, and shuddering from just the feel of his sensitive organ being gripped, Richard started to stroke. "That butt plug is really big. I thought—I thought it wasn't that big, but it feels like it's huge."

"That's your butt shrinking, silly." Watching as Richard's body shrank slowly, Steven was relaxed enough that his shaft pressed between his belly and the couch wasn't getting him worked up.

The thought that his body was changing was a revelation to Richard. He tried to focus on feeling it happen, but all his brain was capable of working on was how it felt to masturbate—it felt good. He stroked and stroked, but when his fingers slipped just as he was nearing his peak, he shook his brain free of the fluff that'd invaded it to work out why he couldn't rub his cock anymore.

To Richard's utter amazement, his hands had turned into cute little hooves. Most of his body, when he looked, had changed, but what dominated his mind at that moment was the throbbing erection he sported. "H-How do I—Hooves aren't any good for—"

"Why don't you just spend some time trying, first. You can kinda get a grip on each side with your hooves and hump into it," Susan said. She knew full well that at this point, Richard wouldn't be able to bring himself to climax at all.

Steven bit back a warning. Part of him wanted to tell Richard about the trap he was stroking himself into, but another part—like Susan—wanted to have some fun. The idea of Richard whining and begging them to rub him off sounded like a lot of fun in his head.

And trap himself Richard did. He managed to brace his hooves as Susan suggested and started to rub and work at himself, but no matter how much he stroked his dark gray shaft, he never got any closer to climax.

"You want a hoof?" Steven asked.

Richard looked up as if he was dying of thirst and had just been offered a drink of water. His whine told more of his situation than words could. He nodded.

Leaning off the edge of the couch, Steven reached a hoof down and started stroking the underside of Richard's penis. "More?"

The touch of Steven's hoof shattered Richard's world. His mind trembled to its very core as his body became stimulated by someone else. Like a door unlocking, he could feel himself actually nearing orgasm now. "Suck me, please."

"Nah. I got a better idea." Steven climbed off the couch and stepped over Richard so he could look down into Richard's confused face. "You said this was called frotting?"

Richard was about to say something, but no sooner did he open his mouth that a deep, loud groan come from his throat as Steven ground down—rubbing their shafts together. The words he'd been about to say were completely gone from his head, and all Richard could do was hump along with Steven.

When Celeste got home and opened her front door, the smell of rutting stallion hit her like a truck. One moment she was doing her usual carry the groceries in walk, the next she had an aching emptiness in her rear and she wanted to get her non-existent (at the moment) dick wet.

Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her only to see a grinning pony stick its head around the corner of the hallway.

"She's back!"

What surprised Celeste most was she didn't recognize the stallion's coloration. "Steven?" When he shook his head, she opened her mouth to ask more when she saw another stallion stick their head around behind the first. This one she recognized the coloring of. "Susan?"

Swaggering out behind the two, Steven looked up at Celeste. "Well? Did you think I would go the whole day without getting any relief with this huge plug in me? This"—he gestured around the house—"is all your fault. Also, you're cooking dinner."

Of all the outcomes Celeste had considered, this was not one of them. "Okay." It was an almost numb answer. She walked to the kitchen and put the bags on the bench. "I get Susan's back, but who's the new guy?"

"Oh, oh! We can play a game! You get three guesses, and each wrong guess means one of us gets to rub off on you." Richard bounced on his hooves excitedly. There was a certain mentality that came with being a pony that spoke to his inner self. He liked the slightly silly feeling it gave him and loved how horny he was from it.

"Deal, but I get to ask a question each time." The truth was Celeste didn't mind in the least if she lost completely. Fun and games with Steven, Susan, and a mysterious friend who was really into this got her Schrodinger's Penis even more aroused.

"Deal!" Richard trotted after Celeste and made a point of climbing up on one of the seats at the kitchen table. "Ask a question and I'll answer it as best I can, then you guess."

"Did Steven invite you over or are you just someone who randomly turned up and got involved in all this?" Celeste started cutting up vegetables for soup.

Getting his own seat at the table, Steven sat up and watched Celeste preparing things. "I invited him."

With three words Steven had told Celeste who it was. There was only one guy Steven had showed the least bit of interest in, and it honestly surprised Celeste that said guy was here. She liked him too, but hadn't had any luck catching his eye. "See, now you've given it away"—she paused for effect, then lied—"it's Barry from the market."

"Nope! I call first dibs!" Steven leered at Celeste for all he was worth, but the actual effect of a cute little pony leering was more like puppy eyes. He knew Celeste was throwing the game—he'd never heard of a Barry from the market.

"Okay." Celeste chopped up the vegetables and started some onions sweating with garlic in a pot. "So not Barry. That wasn't my question. Where does Steven know you from, oh mystery stallion?"

Having talked to Celeste a few times in his club, Richard was more than a little worried he would give himself away just by talking. "We met at a nightclub nearby. Something about bats or whatever."

"Now I know exactly who you are. You're Joey. I've seen Steven making eyes at you while your boss dances on stage." Celeste spun her lie in an attempt to make Richard out himself.

"You've got the hots for Joey? Steven! Is there any guy in town you haven't flirted with?" Richard did his best to sound melodramatic. "Joey isn't even gay!"

"I want a hand-job. Nothing fancy." Susan squirmed and crawled her way up onto a chair too. She watched Celeste stirring the pot on the stove without reacting to the news she'd guessed wrong again. Next, a whole bunch of chopped vegetables, some water, and stock went into the pot. "Celeste?"

"Thinking of the next question and trying to get this cooking so we can have some real food and not just another pizza." Celeste was also more than a little excited to be with Richard. She'd always wanted to ask him out, but he'd been so good at evading that she'd started to wonder if he was psychic. Or gay.

That's when a lot of things clicked and Celeste realized why Steven had called Richard. Gay. Her brain first recoiled at the idea she'd been trying to force him into something he didn't want, but then she realized he'd made up this silly game. Setting the pot to simmer, she turned to look at the three expectant stallions at the table.

Celeste wanted to know, more than anything, why Richard had suggested the game if he was gay. "So you're a guy normally. You met Steven at the club. Steven wanted to get into your pants. I know exactly who you are. Rick, the bartender." And, the only way she could work that out was if she got some one-on-one time with him.

Richard was taken aback. "I don't have a bartender named Rick."

Smiling from ear to ear, Celeste walked over to the table and booped Richard on the nose. "Looks like you get third go. But first, let's talk about what happened yesterday." She swung her smile around to Susan.

"We've been over that and I guilt-tripped her for a while. The butt plug really did a number on her, but she's learning her lesson, right?" Steven asked.

"Y-Yeah." Looking down, then back up to Celeste, Susan breathed out in a very equine snort. "Turns out if you leave them in overnight, you get stuck like this. But there's more. When I fell asleep I woke up in another world. They were arguing about who I should fuck first, but one mare—"

"Mare?" Celeste asked.

"Yeah. A whole town full of them, Dazed said. She was the mayor of the town, too." Squirming in place, Susan fought off her desire and avoided stroking her shaft. "Sex like this is—it's amazing. She was amazing. But… I'm a little worried I'll end up there again tonight. Can I stay here?"

Tapping her chin with a finger, Celeste nodded. "Yeah. I'm not saying I don't believe you, but that sounds really wild. So what we'll do is sit up and watch you while you fall asleep. If you disappear, we know for sure you're really going to this town full of mares—Now that I think about it, it's tempting to leave one in accidentally too."

"Where does that leave us when you can't work?" Steven asked.

"That's why it's only tempting and not what I'm going to do. Don't worry, I'm not that crazy about it." Parking her rear on a seat, Celeste looked Richard up and down with much interest. "Candid questions time. What's your deal here?"

Sitting up as straight as he could, Richard set both his forehooves down on the table and rested his chin on the arches his forelegs made. "My deal? Sweet girl, you haven't figured me out yet?"

"You're gay—"

"Gayer than a rainbow, but this? This"—Richard gestured at Susan and then to Celeste—"gets me harder than concrete. Finally I have found Nirvana, where all people can have big dongs and the will to use them."

The dramatic way Richard spoke actually made Celeste laugh. "So you mean all I need to do to get you to agree to some fun was grow a horse cock?"

"It is a relief to have found a girl who gets me. Perhaps I can take you home to meet my parents? I'm sure they like horses…"

Celeste was amazed by the difference in Richard. Unlike all the times she'd spoken to him in the club, he seemed interested now. She liked this Richard better, by far, and liked her chances with him a lot better too. "Okay, I get it. The food should only be another ten or fifteen minutes, what do you want to do in the meantime?"

"Belly rubs," Susan said.

"Belly rubs with benefits," Richard said, then did the pony equivalent of a bro-fist with Susan.

I glanced toward Steven.

"Don't look at me for help. You caused all this with that stunt when I woke up." With so many friends nearby, Steven felt relaxed and safe enough that he could indulge in a little rubbing. "Just make sure you don't turn into a pony before serving dinner. It'd suck if that soup got burned because we couldn't turn the stove off."

Celeste squirmed, and not for the first time. "Why'd you have to do this to me? This thing's huge!" Richard's request had been for after dinner, and he'd wanted to be the one to turn Celeste into a pony for the evening. She hadn't realized he had the larger style of plug at the time.

"Payback for what you did to poor Steven. Also, testing a kink I didn't even know I had before today." Richard was pressed belly-to-belly with Celeste—their shafts hard and sandwiched together. He was pleased with the way the day went, even if it had been unpredictable from start to finish.

"And that is?" Nuzzling at Richard's breast fluff, Celeste had to fight the desire to hump her hips.

"Turning cute and flirty girls into hot stallions. Watching your penis grow was—" Richard had to bite back his moan, though he did shift his hips a little. "When are you coming to the club next? On the weekend, I hope?"

Snorting, Celeste rolled her eyes. "What, are you going to turn me into a stallion on stage?"

"The thought had crossed my mind. Would you be into that?" Richard knew he wouldn't get away with that in the main room, but upstairs in the private club he could manage it. "Saturday night good for you?"

Everything had moved so fast in just a few seconds. Celeste mentally backpedaled, though her libido—the same one that had enjoyed the idea of Susan watching her and Steven—only stirred her up and made her want to say— "Sure."

Shock rang in every part of Celeste. Never in her life had she just agreed to something so freaky (at least freaky to her way of thinking). She gulped and tried to work out what had gone wrong with her thoughts.

That's when Celeste finally got a colloquialism she'd never understood before—she'd been thinking with her penis. The realization hit her so hard she had to giggle.

"What's up?" Richard asked.

"Just me doing something I've accused guys of doing for a long time. There's a million and one things I should have thought about before even saying maybe, but a recent situation where I had a peeping Tom see me having sex did a number on my libido."

"Thinkin' with your dick! Okay, so you have reservations. What about if we do it anonymously?" That he was negotiating this thrilled him to bits. Richard knew of a few furries that visited his club and knew of a few guys who weren't completely turned off when they saw a girl. He had an audience, he was sure, but he just needed his actress. "Some kind of mask. Do you have any tattoos?"

"One on my ankle." Now, thinking about it, Celeste was getting even more turned on. She tightened her grip on Richard's body and squeezed him a bit tighter against her. "Won't a hood come off while I change?"

"By then it won't matter. All anyone will see is a cute stallion with a big plug in his butt." Richard indulged in a little nuzzling of his own. With Celeste smelling of musk, he couldn't believe how horny he got just knowing he'd turned her into this. "Is it messed up I enjoyed it so much?"

"What do you mean?"

"Taking away your femininity, making you into something different, and getting off so hard on that?" Just saying the words got Richard worked up even more. "I've done things in the past, but we have rules and consent and all sorts of things, but I did—" He was cut short by Celeste's kiss. Though it was brief, it stopped his verbal outpouring in its tracks.

"In case you couldn't tell, I was planning to turn fuzzy anyway. I kinda figured you for—well—a bit of a wild one. Ropes and stuff." Slowly moving her hips, Celeste showed Richard how unhappy she was with his revelation by getting him off at a snail's pace. If you come around tomorrow, you can—"

"I can't be away from the club for two nights in a row. There's too much to do." Richard was more than happy to let Celeste drive as it were. "I am into ropes and stuff, if you ever want to play around with that stuff."

It was an offer Celeste had to bite her lip not to immediately jump into. She realized how dangerous it would be to negotiate with Richard when she was horny. "We'll see. What do you think will happen?"

Blinking in surprise, Richard tilted his head to the side. "You mean at the club?"

"No. I mean Susan. She's looking tired. Do you think she really goes to another world?" Slowing down her grinding, Celeste didn't stop completely as she looked across at where Susan was curled up on the other couch.

Equestria

The last thing Susan heard before she was waking up in Equestria was Celeste's question, followed by a surprised shout. She lifted her head to see who it was. "Uh, hi?"

"There you are! I can't believe Dazed stole you last time. Come along, you have a mare to sate." Using her magic, Organized Chaos picked Susan up and started carrying her from her workshop to her bedroom.

"What the— Hold the fuck on!" Susan kicked and fought inside the magic bubble until she managed to deliver a solid kick to it that shattered the glow. "What's going on here?"

The moment her telekinetic field was shattered, Organized let out a whine and dropped to the floor. Holding her head with her hooves, she tried to fight off the growing headache.

"S-Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just didn't know what you were doing and—" Susan bit her lip and looked around. She was in a house that was designed specifically for ponies. Rushing to the kitchen, she found a glass with a handle and managed to get it under the faucet and filled with water.

Tilting her head sideways, Susan picked up the glass and walked back to where the mare was still holding her head. Setting the glass on the floor, Susan took a step back. "I got you a drink of water. Can I help with something else?"

Getting to her hooves, Organized looked at the water and reached out with a hoof to pick it up. The crisp drink helped cut down the headache by a few orders of magnitude. "I-I'm sorry. That was my fault. You know how it is for unicorns, we always get too carried away with these things."

"I don't, actually. Did you start this thing with the butt plugs?"

There were well-established ways to get a somewhat mad scientist to elaborate at length about their "greatest creation", and the number one method was to ask them. Organized inhaled and walked to her kitchen—her headache forgotten. "I created them, yes.

"They are my greatest creation! I admit that things didn't quite deploy as expected, but the results so far have been very good. Just tonight we've had our first repeat—Oh, of course you know about that bit, you are the first… stallion…"

Shaking her head to clear it of the onset of lust, Organized continued.

Listening to the unicorn talk and talk surprised Susan by how relatable she was. It became apparent that she and her friends had started a town but had made the key mistake of not bringing any stallions. The plugs, she found out, were to fix that problem.

"Wait. So how do I get it out now?" Susan asked.

"Out? Didn't you hear what I said? The transdimensional anal invader reaches its final stage by bonding completely with its host. The transformation is complete and you are now a stallion." Again Organized's libido threatened to overwhelm her insane-creator vibe. "Now, would you like to carry out your purpose?"

"My purpose? What do you mean?" But Susan didn't have long to wait for her answer. As Organized turned around and flagged her tail, Susen let out a groan and was hit in the face by mare pheromones. "I-I think I figured it out. B-But, right here? Don't you want to—to cuddle a bit?"

"What?!"

"Look, I get you're really horny and—and I am too. I just like a bit of foreplay. Dazed was really nice. She cuddled with—"

Organized let out a groan of frustration. "Ugh. Next time I send out this spell, I'm only targeting worlds where there are non-sapient creatures. I'm horny, you said you're horny, why not get on and take me for a ride?"

At this point Susan just wanted to the unicorn to shut up and send her home, but she knew (from an experience of exactly one time) that it would take pleasing her sexually to do the trick. So, figuring it would at least shut the mare up, Susan mounted Organized Chaos.

Author's Note

Ask Organized Chaos: Did you set the limit on how many duplicates your plug could do?

"Of course I didn't! Why would that even be a problem?" Pausing, Organized looked off into space. "H-How many creatures are there in this town they live in?" Now she looked around her basement, mind racing on volumetric calculations.

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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