You wake up with a start, then immediately go to sit up when you fail to recognise the room you're in. Except you can't, your body apparently refusing to carry out such a simple task. You're able to roll over onto your side, though, then onto hands and knees... or... hands and feet? It's kind of hard to see when you try to check yourself out, but your groggy mind quickly puts the pieces together.
You're a horse. Well, a pony, with fur in lemony yellow. This is your roommate's room... and your roommate's body. The unicorn mare with long, unkempt blue hair who'd somehow come to this world from Equestria, and promptly taken over your spare room. The room you're now discovering is so much messier than you ever realised, what with the girl essentially never coming out, and you never being allowed in. Oh, it'd been really cute at first, seeing her adapt to a new world, teaching her about new technology, watching her learn to type using her unicorn magic. The fact that she really liked vegetarian pizza had been amusing... before it became one of the few things she didn't refuse to eat. As for your laptop that she commandeered, you've pretty much given up on seeing it again. You've been unable to convince her to find a way to help out financially, or even to take regular showers. She discovered early on the way some bronies are on the internet, and mostly just brings up what a creep you are for being human and male whenever she needs to "win" an argument.
All of that, you'd been letting slide. It wasn't like she could go anywhere else, after all, the rest of the world a lot less prepared for a Friendship is Magic unicorn than you were. Plus she proved to be a great conversationalist when it came to video games, provided it was ones that ran on your laptop... and provided it was one of the rare times when she'd actually stop and let you talk with her. Often, the conversations are through her closed door.
This, though, is too far. Angrily, you manage to awkwardly clop your four legs on over to the mirrored door of the closet and verify that yep, you're a mare now. "Logical Leap". You've got a cute face, glasses in front of your green eyes, and a pudgy body that could really use some exercise... or at least some sun. You're wearing a wine red sweater and a plain grey skirt, the same outfit outfit that she'd been wearing on the day she appeared, and has worn basically every day since. The whole "sexy librarian" appeal of the little number is dulled a bit by how infrequently she allows you to wash it, and as the person who does any and all laundry (and most other chores!), you know it's been a long while since the last time. Gross.
It's not just your clothes that are gross, either. You're wearing a tangible sheen of sweat, and know all too well that it's not just from a hot Summer's night spent in this weather-inappropriate clothing. Not that you're petty, but you've been counting how many days it's been since the mare last bathed herself, despite your infrequent grumbling at her to at least have a wash. Thirteen days.
Somehow, the discomfort doesn't even end there. Back between your hind legs, you realise you're moist in a different way. Actually, the warmth and stickiness of your girl parts is impossible to miss, and despite your inexperience with owning a pair of female genitalia, you can tell you're incredibly wet. The star-printed panties that Leap treasures just as much as her sweater and skirt (and washes as frequently!) are completely soaked at the crotch. Is this normal?
You need to investigate. So you carefully turn yourself around, head back over your shoulder to watch your reflection in the mirror. You get an eyeful of cutesy underwear hugged to rounded pony butt, a sight you've maybe had a peek or two at before. This time, it's not a guilty rush of selfish glee that you feel, though. Instead, the horror of the body you now inhabit really starts to sink in. You're male. You're supposed to have a cock. You're supposed to one day get to feel what it's like to shove it into a nice, wet... well, the thing that's currently creating a serious damp spot on this very feminine piece of underwear. The pony pussy that tingles with arousal and need, happily reminding the rest of your body and reeling mind of its unwelcome existence.
Why is it all tingly anyway? You certainly don't feel turned on, you're freaking the hell out here! The warmth under your tail is undeniable though, that end of your body feeling "on-edge" in that same way you get when you wake up with an erection and feel that raw compulsion to masturbate. Or, used to wake up with an erection. Fuck, please don't let this be permanent!
"Leap? What did you do?" Your voice doesn't come out right, the angry edge robbed from you by feminine vocal chords you don't know how to control properly. You actually sound kind of pathetic, which only gets you more frustrated.
"Huh? I didn't do anything, I just woke up!"
"Me too. In your body!"
"Oh! Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!" She pops her head around the door. Well, your head. It's a trip. "I had to swap us! That's what that spell was." It sounds like she's struggling with her vocal cords, too. "I felt myself going into heat, and like hay I was going to trust a human around a mare in need! I've seen that Human in Equestria group, I know what you're like!"
"Me?! At least I don't say 'hey can I just try a quick spell on you?' and then swap my roommate into a mare's body before he can even answer!"
"You don't know what heat's like! This was the only way!"
"Uhh, Leap?"
"What?"
"Am I not in heat right now?"
"Oh, uhh..." You see your own face take on a look of thought as she claws for an answer. “Well, but you only just started experiencing it! Everypony can hold out a little!” She's trying to project confidence, but certainly not succeeding.
"Forget that, change us back!"
"I can't! I can't use any magic without my horn!"
"Then how do I change us back?"
"No way, I'm not telling. You just... you just want to take advantage of me, creep!"
Oh no, that shit aint flying this time. "I just want to take advantage of a pair of hands, instead of these fucking hooves!"
Logical Leap gasps at hearing her own voice swear like that. Ponies don't swear.
"Just use your magic?"
"How?!"
"Oh. Yeah, it takes a while to learn how to use a horn, doesn’t it."
"So what am I supposed to do?!"
"Wait six days? Stop being so-"
"Six days?!" You're stunned into a few seconds of silence. When you find your annoyingly feminine voice again, all you say is, "Get out." He does.
She does.
Several hours pass without any further interaction between the two of you. You spend most of the time trying to clean up Leap's sty of a room, doing the best you can with hooves to at least gather together like items, sorting things out into a few big piles. There's plenty of grumbling under your breath about your ungrateful roommate, but at least having a task to concentrate on helps take your mind off your new body a bit. Plus, the martyrdom in cleaning up the room in your apartment that she is supposed to keep tidy is maybe a little enjoyable. You've worked up such a sweat though, the physical exertion in the small room's (and the sweater's!) suffocating warmth really getting to you. The damn heat tingles haven't gone away, either, but you're doing your best to ignore those. You want to prove to Leap that it's not a big deal, that her whole logic for this stupid body swap is bullshit. Even if your panties are still down around your fetlocks. They proved a lot easier to tug down than to push back up.
Satisfied with your work, you hop up onto Leap’s unmade bed for a hard-earned break. The unwashed covers are more comfortable than they deserve to be, and you decide maybe you can first have a little nap, and then confront Leap about how to get you switched back. Of course, not ten seconds after you've laid yourself down there comes a knock at the door. Her timing’s impeccable.
"Anon?"
You sigh heavily. She does not sound nearly apologetic enough. "What are you gonna do about this?!" you snap back at her. She doesn't answer. Instead, she opens the door to the room (not like you could work the lock without magic) and walks on in. She seems way more comfortable with your body than you feel with hers, and it’s irritating.
“Oh, you cleaned my room!”
“Not like I had anything else to do.”
“Yeah… sorry. But you get why I had to do it now, right?”
“No?” You turn your whole body to face her atop the bed, glaring from behind the glasses you’re still not used to wearing.
“Huh?” She looks genuinely surprised, awkwardly fumbles with the leg of your sweatpants she’s currently wearing. It takes her a moment to regain her composure. “Anon. I can smell you from out in the living room.”
“Great. I’ll go take a shower.”
“No!” she answers a little too quickly. “It’s not a… bad smell or anything.”
“Then what do you want?”
She takes a step towards you, prompting you to shrink back, although with the bed flush in the corner of the room, there’s not really anywhere to go. “I just wanted to check up on you, honestly,” she explains. “How are you going in my body?”
“Oh, just wonderful. Fumbling about with hooves, sweating up a storm, let alone this heat nonsense!” You use your head to indicate back towards your rear.
“So you are feeling it! I knew you must be!” Leap jumps right on the last statement, excitement spreading quickly across ~~her~~ your face.
“Sure. It’s annoying. No reason to switch our bodies for six days, though!”
“Well, maybe I could make it up to you?”
“How?”
“By helping you with… the whole heat thing?”
“Get out, Leap!
She does, and you let out the pony equivalent of a sigh of relief. You’re suddenly that much more aware of the fact that you can’t lock the door, and just how much bigger a human is than a pony. An anxious tension settles in your stomach as you throw yourself back against the soft mattress, stretching out to try to get comfortable in the unfamiliar body. Toss and turn as you may, though, you can’t banish the feeling in your gut. Or the one between your legs. Why does it feel like it’s gotten worse?
Being angry with her kind of helps, at least, and it’s not like it’s hard. You can’t believe her, swapping the two of you so you wouldn’t take advantage of her, and then trying to do exactly that in your body. This might just be the last straw, fantasies of kicking out the freeloading pone way stronger than their “occasional idle daydream” baseline. Just as soon as I get my body back… you tell yourself, stewing away until a well-earned nap finally claims you.
You awake with a start, rolling your unicorn body over in a sudden motion that comes instinctively, a response to the unfamiliar touch of something at your flank, up under the skirt you're still wearing. Your green eyes flick open and there he is, the one who stole your body. A look of guilt forms on his face when he meets your gaze, and his hands quickly retreat to his sides. Her sides. This is Logical Leap, your roommate. You have to keep reminding yourself of that.
“What are you doing?!” Again, your feminine voice just doesn’t sound anywhere near as firm as you’d like.
“Nothi- I wasn’t doing anything!”
“You were touching me in my sleep.”
“Y-yeah... I was… just trying to wake you up! It’s morning.
Morning? Apparently you’ve slept through the whole afternoon and night, though it doesn’t feel like it. You try to clear the fog in your head with a few tosses of it from side to side, feeling your untidy blue hair, well, mane shift about your neck. The sensation of her touch lingers in the soft fur of your flank, and you quickly find yourself aware again of the dull throb of your nethers.
“Unnnghh… you couldn’t just let me sleep?”
“I… was hungry?”
“So get yourself some food?!”
“But you always make breakfast.”
“Well. Leap. You seem to have given me hooves instead of hands, so I’m not so sure you’ll be getting much in the way of breakfast from me, this morning!”
“You can just come in the kitchen and give me instructions? You’re hungry too, right? I’ll… make it up to you?”
Unfortunately, she’s right. You are hungry, and so you begrudgingly hop down from the bed and trot your way huffily out to the kitchen. You're careful to keep your tail in place, convinced you can feel her eyes on your rear and wholly uninterested in her catching sight of the wet spot on your underwear.
Leap's bedroom was one thing to experience in her body, but your kitchen is another entirely. All the counters are taller than you are, and you can't even see everything that's been left out on top of them. The cupboards' handles were not designed for hooves, and so even the ones that are in reach you still can't easily open. Leap at least has her magic to levitate out snacks during her kitchen raid missions, but it's now properly dawning on you that you're going to be dependent on the lazy slob that's currently occupying your body if you even want to eat.
“Let's have pancakes!”
“Pancakes? ...okay, but you'll have to cook them.”
She walks over to the cupboard and searches through it, eventually producing a plastic bottle of pancake mix that she holds down towards your head for your inspection.
“This, right?”
“Yeah, you have to fill it up with water up to the line and shake it really well. And grease up a frypan with a little butter.”
It takes her, with your guidance, a good five minutes to complete those two steps. She's so inept, and seeing her be so inept in your body only makes it all the more infuriating. Still, now that you're here helping with breakfast, you just want it to turn out good. You're starving.
“Okay, pour out a bit of the mix into the pan. But don't make it too thick!”
She pours the batter into the pan, then stands back and stares at it blankly. Immediately, you go over to the little stand Leap uses to help reach things, and begin nudging it over to the hotplate with your head. It takes you two goes to get up on it, the balance more precarious than you were expecting in your unfamiliar pony body. Sure enough though, you're able to perch yourself on the stand and peek into the frypan, only to see exactly what you expected. A big island of pancake batter quietly fries away, way too thick to be easily flipped, and liable to burn before it cooks through.
“I said don't make it too thick!”
"How was I supposed to know what was too thick?"
“Because I make them for you often eno-what?”
You feel a hand on your tail, tugging it up and away from the spot you've been very carefully keeping it pinned. Looking back behind you, you see your own body bent down, Leap taking advantage of the extra height the stand gives you to peer eagerly at your... well really her underwear. It's uncomfortable, being gawked at like this, although your body doesn't seem to completely agree.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
You try to move yourself away from her, whilst being entirely unfamiliar with the process of standing using four hooves atop a small plastic platform. Almost immediately, you lose your balance, bracing for impact as you feel yourself start to fall sideways. Long before you can, though, Leap sticks out a big human arm and effortlessly catches your misplaced weight, helping you right your balance.
She hasn't answered your question, though.
“Seriously. Leap. Stop it.”
"You're umm... really wet," she says, awe in her voice.
You feel her arm squeeze your body a little tighter, the weight of her larger human body starting to press against you more firmly. You realise you can't really move, and though you gingerly raise a back leg as you flirt with the idea of kicking at her, you know you don't have the power or the balance to make it count. Especially when your panties fall to your fetlocks, tugged down away from your rump by the human behind you. You feel your marehood respond to being exposed, heating up, the dull throbs you've mostly gotten used to not quite so dull anymore. Is it winking?
“Leap! What the fuck?! Stooop!”
"It's my body, I should be allowed to look at it!"
“That makes no sense! You can't just say tha- ...Leap!!”
The touch of her fingers at your privates is sudden, at once confronting, confusing... and compelling. Your body doesn't know how to react either, the tension in it rapidly increasing until it bursts into physical expression, a reflexive, awkward shudder that begins at your front hooves and ends at the back ones. You don't blame it, either. That's your finger you feel poking curiously at your squishy entrance, then stroking slicky down along the length of your lower lips. A dude finger!
Problem is, your estrus-inflamed cunt knows just how it wants to respond to those same fumbling, questing touches. You can tell you're immediately becoming wetter, able to feel your marehood burn so hotly that it sets freshly produced sweat itching the skin beneath your fur. Worse, as the insistent strokes of that damned finger continue, the more your genitals exert their unwanted influence over your body. Your legs tremble, liable to give out from beneath you. No hope of kicking her now. And when you speak up again to try to get her to stop, you realise how silly you were to worry about your voice sounding too feminine and not forceful enough before!
“Seriously, stop! This... this is sexual assault!”
"It's my body," she repeats, sounding more indignant this time she says the words.
“Well, then that's my body!”
"Your body wants this, too! Really I had no idea just how horny for ponies you really were!"
“Leeeap!”
You had no idea how horny her body was, either. These unwanted touches shouldn't be having anywhere near this kind of effect on you, and yet you're only getting more and more aroused, sexual thoughts displacing the more rational ones from your mind. At least in these fantasies you're in your own body again, selfishly rutting the cute little unicorn NEET for her share of the rent. Mmm, thick human cock sliding into tight, wet pony pussy....
That's right, you're the man here. It's not like you've never "clopped" before, and you've always found Logical Leap pretty cute. Probably the only reason she's gotten away with as much as she has up to this point, if you're honest with yourself. When you get your body back, you really need to see if you can't finally give it to the little-
"Nnnfff."
The sound of a needy, almost pathetic groan in your voice is accompanied by the feeling of something warm, simultaneously soft and hard, pressing against your overheating pussy. You know immediately what it is. How could you ever mistake your very own (and very erect!) cock?
Everything crystallises for you in this moment. You don't want this, even if you let the heat distract you before now. I have to stop her! Finally you try to kick back at her, but she's standing too close, you can't muster enough power into the blow. She doesn't react, but you're already busy trying to topple yourself off the stand instead. You feel Leap grasp your sides with both hands, the human appendages so big compared to your tiny little pony body. And so powerful you realise, your marehood giving a clench.
Your brain picks this moment to notice the slight change in the sound of the pancake cooking away. It's going to burn you think to yourself, losing a good two or three seconds. And right now, every second is precious.
“Let go! Leeeap! This is messed up, you...!”
You wanted to say, "you can't!", but she already has. Real, actual dick penetrates your soaked entrance easily, and begins invading up into your snug little snatch. You forget how to speak, struggling to process what is happening to you. You were just supposed to be helping make breakfast, but now here you are, violated, spears of sensation darting erratically through your unfamiliar pony body while jolts of despair similarly fracture your psyche. You can't even whimper, or scream, or moan. When did she even take her pants off?
"Oh m-... oh my gosh," she mumbles, every word dripping with evident pleasure as she slowly pushes her hips forward, prying apart your silken, squeezing inner walls until she's balls deep inside you. Her cock throbs hotly, every thump of her rapidly beating heart triggering another pulse from this thing like a fleshy beacon that simply announces You. Feel. Amazing.
Worse, your pussy throbs back, even as you try uselessly to squirm yourself off of the thick shaft lodged up inside of you. The queasy feeling in your stomach is more than just a primal disgust at being penetrated by your own cock, though that's certainly part of it. There's just also a giddy sort of anticipation, a rush in not knowing how the thing that's imposing itself upon your slippery, sensitive little pussy will decide how to impose itself next. As much as the realisation horrifies you, it's... exciting.
You remember how to talk again, not that you have any idea what to say. All conviction has long since drained from your voice.
“Leap?”
"Mm?" You're surprised she actually responds.
“D-dooon't.”
You're not sure you even believe your own request. If you were in your own body, and Leap said those words to you, in that adorable no-actually-please-do-maybe-fuck-me tone, you'd have real trouble not giving it to her hard. Weirdly, you're turning yourself on with your voice, now so wet and sticky-slippery back behind your legs that it itches your fur. The background thrum of your heat has long since been surpassed by what is now a shameless, terrible need.
To her credit, Leap hasn't started properly fucking you yet. Against her credit, she's still buried all the way inside, letting your respective genitals happily play with one another through little quivers and squirms. You feel one of her hands release its firm grip on your side, only to reappear at your mane. Soft, human fingers push past your bright blue fringe, stroking gently over your head from the base of your horn, back over one ear, and then down to your neck. She knows just where to touch, because of course she does, and you let out a little “Mm...” of enjoyment before you can stop yourself. She repeats the action, and you only fall further under her fingers' spell, pleasant shivers tingling down along your back while a fresh dose of serotonin diffuses through your brain. These aren't horny touches, but they're equally as dangerous, if not more. The sharp red of lust in your head that's been clashing with every sensible thought softens, becomes a pleasant, effusive pink that effortlessly envelops every last little bubble of dissent.
You go quiet again, lost in the feeling of Leap petting you. She's quiet too, even when she eventually pulls her hips back, that thick human cock finally starting to retreat from its cozy new home. Is she stopping? Or starting? You feel your traitorous pony body squirm in anticipation.
She doesn't keep you waiting long. She thrusts back in, clean and deep, your wet marehood happily receiving her oversized package. Time slows to a crawl, while you intimately feel every last swollen millimetre re-introduce itself to your pussy. Your needy cunt happily greets her length with an eager embrace, and an involuntary squeeze when you hear her moan in pleasure... in your voice. This time, though, she immediately jerks her hips back to jam herself forwards again. Back once more, then forwards. She's fucking me! you realise. Finally. Time speeds back up, and all the frustrating anticipation dissolves, replaced by a surge of guilty euphoria. It feels good.
The pancake starts to properly burn now, but you barely notice. Nor do you notice that just some moments ago, you were convinced you didn't want this, and were begging her to stop. Now, you just want more, and Leap gives it to you good.
“Ahhhn! Annnh! Nnnnhhh! Ahhhh!”
It's Leap's cute, feminine voice making the lustful sounds of a mare getting fucked and liking every last second of it, but you're the one making them. You can't help yourself, every stroke of human cock against your snug pony pussy threatening to be the next that rips another involuntary moan from you. Your head swims, while your body tenses. Every last nerve on edge, except those that fingers or cock deign to let fire. It's unfair, Leap knowing just when to switch from playing with your ears to with your barrel, just what rhythm to take with her thrusts. Your mind blanks and your body spams, all those nerves jolted to life simultaneously as the bliss overwhelms you. You've cum, you realise with only the vaguest sense of embarrassment, too busy floating aimlessly through a sea of endorphins. Leap pauses, her wonderful cock throbbing away deep inside you, and you hear your voice give a sneering laugh. Then she gives you perhaps a dozen more thrusts, and you cum again. A bunch of inert, but brightly coloured, sparks burst from your horn.
"Hmph. You fuckable little slut of a pony."
“I'm not...”
A pony? Fuckable? A slut? You can't complete your mumbled statement with any integrity, and it's left dangling. Instead your brain gives you something better to say.
“J-just give me your cum!”
Your forwardness seems to catch Leap off-guard a little.
"A-amazing. Well, I don't think I can say no... to myself!"
She laughs, and not without derision. More importantly, though, she speeds up, and you can hear the extra pleasure your tight cunt is bringing her in her grunts and groans. It makes you stupidly, unreasonably happy, and your body shows it with another vigorous orgasm. Leap joins you, finally, and your orgasm somehow crashes into an even bigger one as you feel her filling you up with a huge load of your cum. Female bodies, huh?
You've always considered cum a gross substance, just, instinctively. Not now, though. Rather, the awful itch that's been permeating your whole being finally subsides a little, as you feel the thick, hot stuff stick itself to your insides, and dribble copiously from your well-used pussy when your lover pulls out. There's a sort of submissive bliss in it that's separate to the bliss of having your love tunnel toyed with.
Wait, lover?! No, she forced herself on you, this was rape! You try to remind yourself of that fact, while the rest of you only wonders when she might do this to you again. Longs for kisses and cuddles from said rapist.
You don't get them. Instead, you get a harsh swat to your flank (your response to which makes it seem just as carefully calculated for your pleasure as all her other actions), and then the sensation of Leap rubbing her slimy cock into the fur of one chubby buttcheek to clean herself off a bit while she reaches forwards to switch off the stovetop that's long since nuked the attempt at a pancake.
"Yeah, uhh... think I'm just gonna have snacks, actually. Let me know if you need another fuck though, yeah?"
She laughs, clearly having amused herself with the comment. Then, grabbing multiple 200-gram bags of corn and potato chips from the pantry, she disappears back into your room.
