As he lay bound and helpless on the floor of the mail sorting room, trapped by the unraveled threads of his own uniform which were enchanted to hold his limbs apart, Priority Parcel watched the lurid scene unfold before him with a mixture of intense desire and dread.

As he beheld the sexual submission and subsequent transformation of his coworkers into what he could only describe as hyper-endowed and very alluring bat-pony/hippogriff hybrids—all of whom had previously been about the least kinky or desirable individuals he could imagine!—he found himself wanting desperately to join in even as he feared the effects, not just on his body but his reeling psyche.

Instead of his attention fixing on the many feminine attributes present, his wide eyes flitted from one large and exotic male organ to another. He watched with a shiver as phallus after phallus parted and pleasured the marehoods and muzzles of the previously unaltered Courier Six and Express Shipment, disappearing into them with a series of wet slurps and subsequent smacking sounds from being buried to the hilt in them, producing visible bulges in the bodies they filled.

Shivering even harder at the thoughts of those organs filling him!

“No…” he whimpered to himself as his impossibly rigid stallionhood hung high over his belly, pulsing hard with each beat of his pounding heart as more and more mating magic from Certified Mail’s seemingly inexhaustible supply flowed into it and his equally engorged apples, leaving him increasingly desperate for release.

His horn unusable except to act as a magnet for ever more of the corruptive energy, which flowed directly into his brain to stoke the fires of his unmet arousal ever-higher, he felt himself already starting to change as his intimate areas swelled to surprising new stature, still growing by the minute the longer he stayed bathed in whatever corruptive magic had already claimed his coworkers.

He would normally have been delighted by his new size and phenomenal fertility, but now his exquisitely erect stallionhood was a flag of surrender; an announced to all of how unbearably aroused and desperate for release he was.

An announcement of how badly he wanted it from all of them!

“St-ay back…” he managed weakly as they turned to him following their unlikely orgy, their now-dual organs still wet and glistening from their previous locations, buried deep inside muzzles and marehoods. “Don’t c-come any closer!” He tried a defensive spell again only for it to fizzle with nothing more than a few weak sparks off his horn.

“Or you’ll what?” Certified Male asked on behalf of all of them as they slowly moved up to circle him, standing just out of reach but saturating his senses with their sexual scents and pheromones. “Resign your post? Complain to the Postmare General? Or maybe wave that wet noodle at us?” he mocked. “You’re going nowhere, Priority Parcel! Not until you’ve been disciplined for insubordination and harassing your coworkers!” he announced with an evil gleam.

“Sounds good to me! So what are we gonna do with him, boss?” Courier Six devoured Priority Parcel’s bound and helpless form with her newly predatory cat eyes, flexing and flapping her new large bat-wings repeatedly. She took off into a short hover for a moment to test them before bumping into the ceiling, deciding her first flight was best saved for outside. “After what he tried earlier, I could think of a few things!”

“Me too. But let’s start with... this!” Express Shipment turned up her own strengthened mating aura to its maximum intensity and focusing it on him, causing a sheen of sweat to break out on his overheated body and the crystal shards to start glowing brighter again with reradiated mating magic around him. “So what do you think, gang? After all his boasting, I say we give him a bad case of the gay!”

“He’s already got it!” Courier Six recalled with a grin, stepping up beside her. “But is it gay if we do him?”

“Why not? We got the equipment!” Express Shipment suggested with a knowing smirk and sneer. “We’d be getting back at him for every mare he ever rutted and ran from!”

“Oh, come on. He wasn’t that bad!” Package Handler offered on his behalf. “Maybe he was a bit of a braggart, but not without reason. All the mares I talked to said he left them wanting more!”

“Yeah! That’s right!” he pleaded to her, only to find his eyes darting beneath her belly again to catalog the long phallic forms present there, wondering if he could take both at once! “I made sure they enjoyed themselves! And that’s a lot more than most stallions do!”

“Speak for yourself!” Certified Male answered angrily, his glowing eyes flashing.

“You used them, double-P!” Express Shipment corrected in disgust. “I talked to plenty of mares you were with too! You had your fun and got their hopes up before moving on to the next mare, leaving them broken-hearted! So tempting though it is to tuck you, it would almost be more appropriate to just leave you hanging here. Walk out and leave the door open to let some lucky stud of a stallion find you!” she suggested with a malicious grin.

His eyes went wide and organ visibly twitched again, his mind reeling less from the horror of the suggestion than the idea that they might leave him there untouched and unsated instead of taking him.

Tucking him.

Filling him with their phalluses!

Then creaming all over and inside him!

“N-no…” he squeezed his eyes tightly closed, as the idea and image of servicing so many stallionhoods at once continued to assault his battered psyche. “I’m not a—”

“Sure you’re not,” Certified Male said in contempt, then cast a fresh spell Express Shipment dimly recognized as some exotic form of memory reading magic. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a few moments, then smirked. “Well, well. Maybe it’s because I’m part bat-pony now—it’s said they all have an instinctive ability to scry thoughts and dreams—but I can see your thoughts and desires clearly. And they tell me you’re a colt-cuddler to the core! In fact... that’s the real reason you were always sleeping around!” he realized as he probed deeper, easily turning aside his subordinate’s feeble efforts to block him.

“No!” Priority Parcel exclaimed more loudly this time, even as his cheeks burned and stallionhood throbbed with the undeniable truth.

“Yes! Never mind your image; you were trying to prove to yourself that you weren’t even remotely gay, so you did as many mares as you could!” he finished, extinguishing his horn except for his mating aura. “But since they always left you unfulfilled, you moved on, hoping the next one would do it for you! But they never did!” he informed the entire office as Priority Parcel could only gape, sensing the truth of his words.

But then, to the surprise of all, his manager’s expression softened. “Pity. I never liked you, Priority Parcel, but seeing you now? I almost feel sorry for you. All this time, you were in deep denial and taking it out on the mares around you, including your coworkers! Turns out you want a stallion to dominate you and you want it bad!” he told them all, earning a fresh round of snickers and a half-stilfled urk! from Priority Parcel himself, whose tail twitched hard again in a flagging motion that drew all eyes to the underside of his apples along with his exposed and inviting orifice.

His reaction was not lost on Certified Male either, whose grin grew broader. “Well, guess what? Today’s your lucky day! I’d tuck you myself, but unlike you, pony stallions don’t do it for me. Guess we’ll have to find out if a hippogriff one does!” He bared his teeth, which glowed brightly in the re-radiated blacklight of his horn before he quite deliberately turned away. “So, ladies... he’s all yours! I leave his colt-cuddler conversion up to all of you!”

“Wow, thanks, boss! But what would you call a male hippogriff? Or a gay one?” Package Handler wondered aloud.

“What does it matter?” Courier Six replied with a leer. “So let’s break him in! If not C-M, who gets him first?”

“Good question!” Express Shipment agreed with a low and lustful growl. “After that little stunt he pulled earlier, I think we both got a claim to his hot little hiney at this point, fillyfriend!” She reached down to stroke her new stallionhood in full view of him, causing Priority Parcel to squirm and lick his muzzle. “Oh, you want this? Where?” she asked him derisively, watching his reaction carefully.

Everywhere! He just barely kept himself from exclaiming, a fresh but very vivid image of the varied pony and griffon organs erupting all over him flashing through his mind. But his enlarged shaft answered for him, twitching hard yet again at the fantasy and spitting a single glob of his own seed right onto his face, which he immediately and instinctively lapped up, to the laughter of all.

“You know, tempting though it is, maybe Night Owl should take him!” Courier Six decided with a playful nudge of her eagless friend and newest lover, the remembered and treasured feel of the larger female’s tapered griffon shaft filling her marehood and piercing her very womb still very much with her. “I think he deserves you.”

“Me?” Night Owl blinked, her twin tiercelhoods rapidly re-engorging at the thought, causing Priority Parcel to go lightheaded and dry-mouthed as he heard the suggestion and saw them grow further. “Not that I’d object, fillies, but I’ve already had most of you first! And as much as I’ve enjoyed it, I don’t want to be greedy! If he was harassing you, then why not do him yourselves?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong--we would, but I was just thinking,” Courier Six began musing out loud. “Double-P was saying before you arrived that maybe you were out there in the rain discovering what a real male was. And getting drilled by some ‘stud of a stallion’ in the process!”

“Oh?” A smile bloomed on Night Owl’s beak.

“Wha—? No, I d-didn’t—” he tried weakly as Night Owl appraised him anew. She was easily the largest of the group both in size and endowment, with sweet-and-sage scented mare juices still dripping off her newly twinned organs as their tips hung just a few inches off the ground, the slow drizzle of seed they released glowing weakly in the dark.

“The hay you didn’t! In fact, Night Owl, he then said that you just needed a real male... like him!” Courier Six announced with great glee.

“Traitors!” Priority Parcel shouted again, his cheeks red and organ throbbing even harder.

“Oh, really?” Night Owl got a lopsided but very predatory grin that caused the bound stallion’s heart to freeze. Her evil expression was only accentuated by her new nightmare features, including her glowing eyes and enormous bat-wings as she visibly appraised him, sizing him up like she would a crippled and cornered flying boar on the hunt.

“Sorry to disappoint, but for once, you were right, Priority Parcel—I did find a real male! And for conquering my body and soul, he’s the only one who has the right to rut me as a female!” She turned and rubbed cheeks with Certified Male again, draping an affectionate bat-wing over his back to hug him to her.

“Unless you can fight and beat me in a mating round—unlikely, to say the least!—I can promise you’re not doing me. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do you.” She licked her elongated beak slowly with her equally lengthened tongue as she devoured his prone and helpless form with her eyes again, causing Priority Parcel to feel faint.

Sensing the effect she was having on him, she stretched out to display her large and exotic eagless shaft before him, causing him to tremble as he imagined its entire length within him. “So what do you say, C-M? You’re my boss and my stallion, so should I take that tempting tail?” she moved up a few paces, stopping just short of straddling him but leaving him staring at her approaching form over his swollen apple orbs, his view occasionally blocked by his own swaying organ, which continued to slowly grow, now reaching nearly a foot in length instead of the eight inches it had been previously.

“As much as I’d love to see it, not quite yet.” He grinned. “If he’s going to service us and become the colt-cuddler he aspires to be, he needs some practice, first! So…” His horn glowed again as he added a new layer of enchantment to Priority Parcel’s tattered uniform threads, causing the ones on his legs to lift up his hindquarters and pull his rear legs towards his head, curling his body over completely until he found himself staring his own lengthened organ in the face, its drooling tip poised before his lips.

Before he could object, an extra spell cast on his organ by Certified Male both lengthened it further and increased his sensitivity, causing it to grow until it pushed between his suddenly slack jaws and inside his waiting muzzle. His hips bucked at the contact, straining as much as he could against his bonds and the air itself as he found himself struggling to get more of his phallus into his mouth, finding himself soon bobbing up and down on his own organ, his senses and psyche reeling hard again as he stimulated his stallionhood and tasted his own seed, managing to take the first five inches of it into himself, no longer caring that his hindquarters were still high in the air, displaying his bare flanks above his flagged tail in invitation.

“Whoa, look at him go…” Package Handler marveled, beginning to stroke her male attributes at the sight while Courier Six did the same with her feminine ones.

“He’s finally in his natural state,” Express Shipment pronounced breathlessly, sitting bolt upright as she watched, reaching down to grasp her new stallionhood with her bat-wing fingers; she would have marveled at their utility if she wasn’t so enrapt. “We were just teasing before, but he really is a colt-cuddler to go down on himself like that!”

Colt-Cuddler… Priority Parcel’s thoughts locked onto the phrase even as he closed his eyes tightly shut to savor his own flavor and the illicit act that had been forced upon him, along with the increasingly heady and undeniable truth. I… am… A—! He couldn’t finish the thought before his own shaft erupted into his muzzle, forcing him to swallow his own seed, his apples visibly contracting as they emptied themselves with more force and fluid than he could ever remember.

He gulped it down hungrily but found his arousal and excitement only grew from the feedback loop, with none of the mating magic he’d absorbed being discharged so much as redistributed, making not just his organ but his entire body tingle intensely with the promise of even more pleasure. He felt his body alter and realized his eyes had developed thestral slits, allowing him to see much more clearly in the dark. And yet, he knew his transformation was incomplete —that his claiming and conquest was not yet finished! And the only way to do so…

“M-more…” He told them all as his reinvigorated aura finally found some purchase, reaching out of its own accord this time to tug Night Owl towards him. Trying to guide her twin organs into him! “More!”

“Well, I think he’s ready, girls,” she announced in a tone both aroused and amused even as she didn’t let herself move forward, teasing him further. “Shall I give it to him?”

“After that show? Yeah, I’d say he’s earned it,” Courier Six admitted, grasping wings and rubbing flanks with Express Shipment as they discovered how deliciously sensitive their new flight muscles were.

“Oh, please do him!” Package Handler all but begged from her hover, wringing her hooves together in excitement and worry. “I hate seeing a stallion suffer, C-M!”

He gave a heavy sigh. “Fine. I guess I really am getting soft. Figuratively if not literally!” he hastened to add with a glance below his belly where his vertically aligned organs were the largest of the group. “If you want these, double-P, you have to transform first! And that means that Night Owl here has to do you!”

“Y-yes…” To the surprise of all, a magical surge went through him so strong it dragged Night Owl forward towards him until the tip of her rightmost organ was poised at his anal opening and already being pulled inside; his horn now glowing brightly with a slightly bluer mating aura as he struggled to admit her.

“Well. If you’re going to ask so nicely, double-P… she said with a half-griffon, half thestral growl of sexual hunger, moving up to straddle him fully; even grasping his right hind leg to turn him more on his side, holding him up effortlessly.

“Do it…” he begged her. “Take me! Tuck me! Make me a mare!” He bared his throat at her as he’d seen griffons do as a gesture of supplication, earning another lustful snarl from the predatory eagless.

“As you wish…” she informed him. “Then here… we… go!” she shouted as she pistoned her hips forward and drove the tapered head of her rightmost eagless organ into him, earning a startled gasp from both. “He’s… so… tight...” she hissed out the words through a clenched beak and squeezed-shut eyes, causing the others to take an involuntary step closer to the scene. “He feels so… good.” She drove another several inches of her phallic flesh into him, moving further up his body, less from her own powerful muscles then the increasingly insistent magical tug on her lionhood, pulling her deeper into him.

The magical grasp and rhythmic pressure of his inner walls elicited a labored gasp from both as her leftmost organ soon lay alongside his, its tapered head rubbing against his medial ring as Courier Six reached out with her own aura to press them together and help prop the pair up, squeezing and stroking the mismatched malehoods as one.

“Holy…” was all Package Handler could say as she clutched onto Certified Male, who watched the scene in keen interest but made no move to take part except to keep his mating aura at maximum intensity, focusing it on the interface of eagless organ and stallion orifice to smooth the way and increase their mutual pleasure. Night Owl’s wings quickly stiffened, standing out erect to the sides in a very visible sign of her enjoyment as Priority Parcel had soon taken her all the way up to the top of her bulb, which also began to push inside as he loosened up further, each thrust of her powerful hips rocking him back and prying him open even wider!

“Yeah… take him, Night Owl…” Express Shipment urged, staring transfixed as she fanned herself with her new left wing while clutching Courier Six to her with her right. Their twin shafts stood out rigidly sixteen inches in front of her while their nearest pair rubbed heads so hard their seed mingled and slickened each other’s shaft, drooling into a single puddle on the tiled floor. “Take him to the hilt!”

Priority Parcel was only dimly aware of their words as his world was reduced to the massive eagless organ claiming him, not just filling but fulfilling him in a way no mare ever had! His muzzle drooled as his bound arms waved helplessly, wanting desperately to reach down to stroke himself—and her!—but he was still held fast.

He writhed. He groaned. He tried desperately to work the exotic male intruder in deeper, feeling its rough half-feline surfaces stimulate his inner walls, pushing ever deeper until he finally felt and heard the first wet slaps of her enormous eagless apples against his own, still-smaller ones.

The contact added a whole new layer of conquest as the widest part of her bulb began to enter him, stretching his sphincter to what he would have thought were its limits. But there was no discomfort as either from the corruptive energies of whatever had overtaken them or his own heightened mating magic, his body seemingly automatically altered to accommodate it, able to take her so deeply it felt as if his entire body was but a sleeve to her exquisite eagless stallionhood.

As his orgasm quickly approached, finding himself playing not the role of the stallion but the mare, he felt no shame or pain, only intense, lingering pleasure; passion-fed rapture at finally finding peace with his place and purpose at last.

His acceptance of himself granting him the power and focus he’d been missing before, he unleashed all the mating magic he’d been absorbing over the past twenty minutes all at once. It manifested as a series of spells that freed his limbs and then picked up and pulled the others forward to a series of startled squawks and grunts, until they and their many male organs were pressed close against him from all angles, in easy reach of both hoof and aura.

Even Certified Male was affected; before he could so much as offer an objection or counterspell he found his lower organ inside Priority Parcel’s muzzle while the latter bent his head backwards to take it, his previously detested subordinate caressing and worshipping every inch of its length with his tongue and throat!

He might have protested that he wasn’t interested in Priority Parcel as a pony stallion, but the words were quickly silenced by the incredible velvety feel of his maw and magic, earning a ragged breath followed by a rapid series of thrusts; his topmost organ rubbing along the length of the other male’s chin and neck.

“Uff! You—this—! Ah!” was all he could manage as his own mating magic was turned on him and the others were likewise helpless to resist as Priority Parcel grasped their half-avian, half-pony phalluses in his hooves and aura and began stroking them, his love for their male attributes rapidly registering on their owners as he threw a series of enhancement and sensitivity spells he’d previously used on himself to pleasure mares on top of his purely physical efforts.

The others were equally agape at what was happening, but didn’t fight it, sensing a fresh and very powerful climax collectively rising within them as they prepared to convert their final unaltered coworker, injecting and showering him with their seed.

“Here it comes…” Night Owl warned through tightly shut eyes and a gritted beak, feeling compelled to repeat a variation of her earlier line as she felt the wave rise within her, her hips slamming forward for the final time. “Special delivery for Priority Parcel… courtesy and compliments of the Griffon Express!” she announced as she erupted hard within him, claiming him for herself, her race, and most importantly of all, her new stallion as her pony colleagues likewise climaxed with a series of pleasured pony and thestral cries, covering every inch of Priority Parcel with their male seed.

Certified Male also couldn’t stop from adding his own dual load to the mix, finding every drop of seed milked from his lower shaft as his upper one coated his subordinate’s chest and belly, stray fire from the other mares finding his chest and legs. He felt Priority Parcel’s mouth morph around his organ, turning quickly into a beak as his body likewise expanded and altered, sprouting a pair of bat wings as his previously tawny colors turned not darker but lighter, becoming more pale.

His apples expanded and his still-single organ went mottled, turning midnight blue with large white splotches but also lengthened to match the dimensions of his coworkers, who came for the better part of a minute before finally collapsing on top of him, snuggling up against him without any care of the fact that he—and they—were now covered with copious amounts of each other’s seed.

It was a half-hour before any of them moved again, only rousted by a fresh boom of lightning that rattled the building. But when they did, they lovingly and quite happily cleaned each other up with tongue and beak, enjoying and reliving the experience they’d shared.

An experience they now very much wanted to share with others, discussing where they might go next as Nightmare Night still had several hours left, and the local establishments were open all night for it. “So, then… before we find some new fun, what are your new names?” Night Owl asked the others, her wings wrapped around Express Shipment and Courier Six while she spooned Certified Male, who was likewise snuggling with Package Handler and Priority Parcel; the former nuzzling his neck and the latter, his impressive apples.

“Just call me the Pony Sexpress!” Express Shipment grinned as she massaged the larger eagless’s flight muscles with a hoof, earning a happy groan in reply as she reached down her belly to explore and tweak the second pair of teats that she only then realized had sprouted there, bracketing her new male organs further up her belly. “I’ll deliver the mail, and do all the males!”

“Not during work hours, you don’t! Unless it’s me,” Certified Male reminded her sharply, receiving an eager nod in return. “So how about you, Courier Six?

“Well, my new name’s easy enough.” Courier Six reached out with her wing fingers to pick up and place her discarded stetson hat back on her head, using her magic to adjust the fit for her newly lengthened and tufted thestral ears. “Courier Sex. Emissary of the Erotic and Mistress of the Moojave! Delivering mail and converting mares are my specialties!”

“Not bad. Well, all that leaves is you, Priority Parcel! Have to admit, I can’t think of a good play on your old moniker, given Package Handler already took the best P-name,” Pony Sexpress admitted.

But Priority Parcel only smiled, his beak still buried happily in the space between Certified Male’s sheath and apples. “Doesn’t matter. I finally accept what I am, and what I want to be. I denied it all this time, but now? Since Certified Male finally showed me the truth with a little tough love, I’ll take after him. My new name is… Male Call!” He licked and kissed Certified Male’s seed sack lovingly, who made a show of barely tolerating it even as his eyes closed and apples visibly contracted in visible enjoyment. “And with his help, I’ll sort letters and make Colt-Cuddlers out of every stallion I see!”

“Good. Down, lover-bird! Now that that’s settled… enough downtime; we’ve got a job to do! So get back to your stations! We got a lot of mail to sort through, and only a couple hours to do it in!”

That elicited a round of groans and crestfallen expressions. “Aw, come on, C-M! You want us to take care of the mail now? The Night’s still young and there are plenty of unconverted ponies still out there! We wanna go paint the town red!” Pony Sexpress protested.

“Yeah, I wanna take Night Owl back to meet my herd!” Package Handler pleaded.

“And I wanna go to the pub with you so we can seduce every stallion there!” Male Call added, trying to entice him with another affectionate nuzzle of his enormous applesack.

“Not until we take care of the mail!” Certified Male ordered emphatically, standing up and igniting his aura, his magic acting to clean up the mess they’d left behind, levitation spells swiftly righting tables, chairs and bins; his most powerful reconstitution spell even causing the shards of firegems to fly back into their sockets and reform themselves, turning solid again and shortly back aglow. “We’ve had our fun, but we still have a job to do! The mail’s waiting, and we’re way behind schedule! So speaking as not just your boss but your stallion, get back to work, the lot of you, or I swear I’ll—!”

“I’m back, everypony!” A new voice was heard as a familiar but strangely altered pony flew in a shattered window, earning immediate gapes from all present. She was a pegasus mare, but barely recognizable beneath the metallic gleam of her coat and crisscrossing electronic circuitry evident all over her body, as well as the digital displays that flashed over her misaligned eyes.

“Just like I promised, C-M! Oh, I see you guys had a good time too! And I missed it? Aw! But that’s okay!” she said as she scanned each of them in turn with some kind of flat energy beam. Her voice sounded to Night Owl like it was being spoken through one of Vinyl Scratch’s microphones, but it was still quite recognizable, and her jaw dropped open to behold her altered form.

“Wha… Derpy?” Package Handler spoke up for all of them, her beak likewise agape. “Is that you?”

“Oh! Hey, Postage Due! Nice new look! For you too, Owlia! But my designation is Digiderpy now!” she announced as she surveyed the scene and then used her misdirected eyes to seemingly look in two directions at once. “I got really horny on the way home and ran into some cyberponies! They made me one of them, and I had a great time! So what are your new designations?” she asked earnestly.

Though they exchanged a series of confused glances, they told her their new names.

“Got it! Updating data registry!” the strangely cybernetic mare announced jovially as a series of flowing letters and numbers flashed across her eyes, though they appeared to be backwards from the outside. “There we go! I won’t ever forget what to call you now!”

“Uh… good. But I’m still surprised you came back. I thought you said Dinky was afraid of lightning!” Certified Male reminded her as the storm outside reintensified, perhaps in part due to a massive discharge of competing magic spells he could sense coming from the direction of the Friendship Castle.

“Not anymore, Mister Male! She’s fine now!” Digiderpy said happily. “I just installed a new weather app into her operating system that explains to her how lightning works! Now that she knows what it is and can adjust her aural sensors to filter out loud noises, she’s a lot less afraid of it! I also subscribed her to the soothing music channel and had her run it as a background process while she sleeps! It worked like a charm!” She sounded very pleased with herself.

“She’s sleeping like a foal now! And since I can monitor her vitals constantly through our encrypted data link, I’ll know instantly if she has any nightmares and can just call her over our new private video messaging service!”

“Did you understand any of that?” Night Owl asked in a low voice to Courier Sex.

“Not a word,” she admitted, still staring at their longtime coworker. “But I guess she’s okay?”

“Better than ever! All health checks show green across the board! My systems are fully functional and—” she tried to flip in midair but bumped into a column “—Well, okay, maybe my flight and balance subroutines still need some debugging. But I’m here and ready to work, C-M!” She landed before him and presented herself, not bothered in the least by his larger stature, new equipment or bat-pony attributes. “So where do you need me?”

Though he was sorely tempted to say under him, finding herself feeling genuine warmth and affection for her as she declared herself fit and ready to do her postal duties, Certified Male held back. “Just take your usual station, Digiderpy,” he just barely remembered to use her new name. “Now get to it, everypony—er, everygriff? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can have more fun!”

“But the pubs’ll close soon!” Priority Parcel whined even as he submissively moved to obey. “And that’s where the biggest group of stallions will be!” He licked his lips and his newly puffy tailhole winked automatically at the idea of being filled repeatedly by several stallionhoods.

“And I want to take Night Owl to my old herd before anypony else converts them first!” Package Handler said forlornly.

“Same with mine and Courier Sex here, but they’ll be at the pub, too!” Pony Sexpress agreed eagerly. “Come on, C-M! You want to make more hippogriffs and add them to your new herd, right?”

That gave Certified Male pause, but only for a moment. “Yes, of course, but even now, the Mail always comes first! We’ve never missed delivery for anything from Ursa Minor rampages to Tirek’s return, and I’ll be damned if we start now! We have a job to do, so stop your whining and—!”

“Oh, you guys wanna go out and convert more ponies? Then don’t worry—I got this!” Digiderpy announced. “No, really—it’s easy for me now! So if you wanna go enjoy yourselves, I can take care of all the morning mail sorting and delivery routes myself!” She sprouted odd tendrils from her back and began plucking up discarded letters and packages, swiftly sorting them into slots and boxes at speeds far faster than any of them could, even in their altered forms. “I’ll have it done before dawn and even calculate the most efficient route to get all the mail into pony mailboxes before breakfast!”

“Uh… great!” Certified Male offered, not initially believing her but quickly changing his mind as he watched her work with uncanny speed and precision, her two eyes and various appendages seemingly operating independently of each other to quickly sort through an entire box of mail and move on to the next.

When she reached one letter, she paused and squinted at it. “Whoa! ‘London, England?’ Talk about misdirected mail! I guess Pinkie got her pen pals mixed up! I’ll have to save that one to take across the portal!” She shrugged and stowed it in a separate compartment in her back.

“Oh! Don’t forget we have a Griffon Express courier coming in at 5 AM, Derp—er, Digiderpy!” she quickly corrected herself, wondering if she’d ever get used to it and why it was so disconcerting to her even after her own transformation. But even as eager as she was to go visit Package Handler’s herd, duty called. “I’ll need to be here to… receive him.” She found herself experiencing some surprisingly lurid thoughts for the expected courier; a young griffon tiercel named Peregrine Pacil whom she’d liked and even considered inviting for a mating round when he was older.

“Yep-yep! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it! Since I’ve got the G-E protocols manual as well as the Equestrian Postal Service Procedures guide cached in local memory, I’ll do everything by the book! So you have fun too, Night Owl! But come by and visit Digidinky soon, okay? She misses her ‘griffie mommy’!”

“I’ll be sure…” The bat-eagless continued to stare at her in amazement as she swiftly did her work. “But call me if you need me, okay?”

“And me!” Certified Male hastened to add even as he found himself feeling a great surge of warmth towards her, admiring her newly android features. “I’ll see to it you get a raise and a commendation for this, Digiderpy! So, uh, come to my office when I’m back and we’ll… discuss it.” Even after all that had happened, he couldn’t help but blush, unsure if he was more attracted to her for her devotion to duty or her oddly alluring android features.

“Wow, thanks, C-M! And love to!” She paused her efforts long enough to give him another deep kiss to his visible surprise and enjoyment, eliciting some smiles and giggling from their audience.

Derpy broke it first, more figures and data flashing across her eyes, including what looked like an annotated diagram of his muzzle. “Wow, I love the new tongue! Can’t wait to try out my sensual subroutines on your new equipment, too! But like you always told me, business before pleasure!” She resumed her work, giving him a brief but tantalizing look at her rear.

A speechless Certified Male could only stare after her, once again very rigidly erect. “So I did…”

“Come on, stud…” An amused Courier Sex pulled him away. “She’ll still be here later. We all got plans, remember? Places to go, and ponies to do! And I’m with Male Call here—I wanna start at the pub! You boys can have the stallions, but me and Pony Sexpress here will make proper fillyfoolers out of all the mares!” She bumped flanks with her friend. “Starting with her herd! And once we’re done, we’ll screw the stallions along with you, and you’ll get your pick of all of them, C-M!”

“Right…” he said through a dry mouth, his tongue still tingling from the low-level current Digiderpy had run through it when they kissed. “Sounds good! The bigger my new postal herd, the better! Let’s go, then!” he said, making a show of leading them out the door.

“So, was it good for you too, C-M?” Package Handler teased in the exact same tone she had an hour earlier as they exited the post office into the rain, the magic-charged downpour quickly rekindling their mating desires.

“Who asked you?” he groused back with a twinkle. “So you and Night Owl are going to visit your old herd while the rest of us will raise the roof at the pub. Meet back here at daybreak, then?” he suggested.

“It’s a date!” Package Handler promised, waiting until Night Owl had kissed him lovingly before she did so as well. “But when you get to the pub, don’t be too hard on them, guys! Stallion flanks are so fragile...”

Author's Note

That's one story arc in the books, with several more to go. Next up will be the fall of Mayor Mare and Town Hall, though it won't be thestral conversions or even Cyberponies involved. Who will? One word: Timberponies

Hope you enjoyed the fall of the Ponyville Post Office, and you're welcome to follow the continuing exploits of these characters in the Main Story as well! We will be coming back to this bunch later, as at least two more story arcs can stem from this, including Night Owl and Package Handler visiting her old herd, and the rest 'raising the roof' likely quite literally of the local pub!

Thanks go to AJ_Aficionado for a very prompt preread, and Silentwoodfire as well. Hope you liked this first story arc of ten chapters, and however many more there are to come!