Hitch was running through Bridlewood.

Again.

The gang of unicorns was hot on his heels, having recovered more quickly than he remembered from his screaming utterance of the various catchwords that could paralyze them. It also seemed like it was only Izzy with him this time. He could sense that Pip, Zipp, and Sunny were nearby… but he couldn’t see them.

Craning his head to look for them was disastrous. Almost immediately his front hoof caught on an outstretched root, sending him tumbling head over hooves and crashing into Izzy. A rolling, tumbling mess of fur and manes, tails and limbs, that spat the two of them out into a green pasture in a pile.

“Hitch! What’s the big deal!?”

Izzy moaned, rubbing her forehead as she adjusted herself. More specifically, adjusted her butt.

Even more specifically, adjusted her butt on top of his lap.

He’d come to a rest splayed out on his back, with the purple unicorn’s plump behind smack dab on his belly.

“S-sorry I-”

“Hitch!” A strange amalgam of voices came from Izzy’s mouth, almost like some kind of bizarre, auto-tuned harmonic resonance. It was as if Izzy was speaking with the voices of all the girls: Sunny, Zipp, Pipp, and Izzy.

“Uh…” Hitch stammered, his eyes now picking up on the fact that the pony currently grinding into his groin also sported a set of white, fluffy wings, and a long pink-braided mane. Truly an amalgam of all his female friends in one.

“Look out Hitch: the tree of vitality!” She shouted over her shoulder as a tree suddenly sprouted between Hitch’s legs, narrowly missing his most prized possessions as it grew at an alarming speed, racing upwards while the trunk thickened.

“Oh boy, it’s really big!” Her rump pushed back into him even more, delightfully squishing against his hipbones. “I better teleport us home.”

“I don’t th-”

*Ker-ZAP*

In an instant, they were at the base of the Maretime Bay lighthouse. Again, the red and white lighthouse sprung up from between his limbs, strangely making him think the building was connected to him somehow.

“Mmm… that’s better.” Izzy-Sunny-Pipp-Zipp purred with a sultry mewl, leaning forward to embrace the outer wall of the lighthouse. “I’ve always loved this thing, what filly wouldn’t?”

“I- I guess…?”

“It’s so thick and sturdy, so tall. It has everything a girl could ever need.”

“Wh-what?” Hitch half gulped, as the hybrid of his friends nuzzled the brick exterior. A thick lump rose in Hitch’s throat, as the soft cheek fur sensation was somehow transmitted to him… and not only that… it seemed more like that touch was being applied to a very particular part of his anatomy.

“You’ll give it to me, won’t you Hitch? Give it to us?” The she-thing growled, her eyes burning red with desire as her hips made little gyrations back and forth.

“Uhm…”

“Give it to us!” She panted, her tone sounding very much like she was in the middle of doing something far more exciting than hugging a giant navigational aid. “Give it to us - HARD!”

“GAH!”

Hitch sat stock upright in bed, nearly flinging his pillows as he awoke with a shocking start. Slowly the world resolved around him, reminding him that he was inside that very same lighthouse. The crinoline paper and glitter-decorated chandelier further reassured him that he was still in Izzy’s spare bedroom.

“What is with these crazy dreams!?” Hitch groaned, his eyes already starting to droop. “I need my sleep, damn it!” He started to shut his eyes, ignoring the giant tent rising between his legs.

…

No more dreams assailed him that night.

But he still awoke with the pallid languor of a pony deprived of a full night’s sleep. Rubbing his temples as he sluggishly slipped from the silky, girly covers, he stumbled slowly toward the open door of the bathroom, yawning and sighing as he did so.

Hitch had a feeling that it was going to be a long day.

Eyes still half-shut and bleary, he stumbled over to the toilet., scratching at his temples idly while he did so.

His nostrils could detect just the barest hint of mare-scent beneath the potpourri of scented candles that adorned the femininely-decorated restroom.

He needed to empty his bladder. Standing on two legs to position himself, he felt his organ begin to unfurl, slowly slipping out of him as per usual, as his bladder began to tighten. Inch after inch, slid out - a not unpleasant experience, especially for a pony as well-endowed as Hitch was.

But something was… off?

Even through his half-tired mind, Hitch realized it seemed like his unsheathing had been going on for a rather long time. He was pretty much already done taking a leak. And things felt… different down there too. It was then that the shock of nearly ice-cold toilet water against his tip snapped his eyes open and drew his attention to his groin.

A giant, mottled pink and black snake seemed to have replaced his stallionhood! Pouring out of his abdomen with inch after inch of….

Wait.

That was his stallionhood!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!” Hitch’s scream rumbled through the lighthouse as he comically hopped and twisted, sending the rope-length of stallion-meat flopping after him, thankfully he had already finished his toilet -- else he would have been hosing down the bathroom walls as well.

Even though it was starting to shrivel due to his shock, whatever had happened to his ‘good old buddy down below’ had given him a growth spurt, unlike anything he’d seen since puberty.

This wasn’t just a case of looking a little plumper and powerful… he was talking inches here. And width too!

His stallionhood had always been mostly pink, with a little bit of mottling at his base before a rough transition to an ebony black in the last inch or so of his organ…

Now, even flaccid it seemed like fully half of his ‘not-so-little fella’ was black, glossy skin. Like his size had suddenly doubled overnight.

“G-GAH WHAT THE BUCK IS GOING ON!?”

Hitch yelled as he took his floppy length in booth hooves, questioning the flaccid organ with ferocity as if it were a serial-litterer in his interrogation room.

*knock knock knock*

The pounding of a hoof against the bathroom door made him jump in surprise.

“Hitch? Is everything OK in there?” Sunny’s concerned voice leaked through.

“NO!” Hitch answered in a panicked chirp, before slapping his hoof over his mouth and squeaking out a decidedly less sure: “Uh… I mean… y-yes?”

“Hitch?” Sunny’s voice didn’t sound convinced. “Can you come out, please?”

“Y-yes- NO. No, not yet. Just… just a minute!” He tried to deliver the last bit in a sing-songy way as he wrestled with the massive back rope of stallionmeat in his hooves. His stallionmeat.
*Whap!*

The thick sound of heavy flesh slapping against his inner knee simultaneously shocked him with just how large he was… and just how good… IT… felt…

A pulse of hot blood throbbed through him, immediately making his new groin-monster start to stiffen.

“Jeez - no, no no no no!”

In a panic he grabbed his cell phone, still sitting on the kitchen counter where he’d left it the night before, hurriedly opening Hoofgle to search for ‘penis growth’...

…before immediately regretting that decision.

“No no no! Gah, jeez, STOP!’ He tried to mash the touchscreen with his nose to close the absolute deluge of pop-ups and spam assaulting him with various ads for ‘ancient shamanic rituals’ and ‘secret modern enlargement medicines. Smashing his face over and over into his phone didn’t seem like the best plan, but his other hoof was busy trying (rather unsuccessfully) to prevent the giant, ebony totem dangling between his legs from becoming a ‘bigger problem’ “Gah, FORGET it!”

He closed the browser and pulled up the telephone function, sliding over to his speed-dial contacts with a deft flick of his tongue. As sheriff, he of course had the city’s chief doctor ready to respond at a moment’s notice.

There was only a momentary pause after the first buzz.

“Dr. Dock here.”

Hitch sighed, happy to hear that familiar old mare’s voice. “Doc Dock-”

“Who’s there?” The mare sang back.

“Not now Doc, please.” Hitch groaned, frustrated at himself for falling for the doctor’s tired old gag for the thousandth time since he’d become Maretime Bay’s chief legal enforcement officer.

*knock knock knock*

“Hitch? I’ve got Izzy here with me, I’m going to have her open the door if you don’t let us in.”

“Don’t come in! I’m… I’m… naked!” Hitch shrieked, in a half-filly’ish tone, while desperately covering the microphone component of his smartphone.

“Doc~! Please, this is no time for games or jokes! This is a medical emergency.”

“OK… so who’s there? You still haven’t introduced yourself.”

“What? Ah, it’s Hitch, Sheriff Hitch.” Hitch grunted, slamming his back against the bathroom door and twisting the latch-lock closed, aborting the attempt by Sunny to get in.

“Well Sheriff, what seems to be the problem?”

“It's my… well…” Hitch found his face getting a bit red, and his tongue getting thick in his muzzle as he tried to think of the words.

*bang bang bang*

“Hitch? We’re really getting worried here.” Sunny whined.

“IT’S MY DICK!” Hitch half-hissed, half-shouted into the phone, using his other hoof to shield any sound from leaking out of the bathroom. “...IT’S GOTTEN REALLY BIG.”

“...”

There was what felt like a whole half-minute of silence from the other side of the phone.

“Sheriff. I thought you said this wasn’t time for games or jokes.” The annoyed sigh of the doctor’s tone confirmed just how poorly Hitch had managed to explain himself. “And shame on you for invoking a medical emergency just to orchestrate some strange prank-”

“No! No no, I’m serious. I’m dead serious. My, uh, penis…” Hitch used the scientific term as if it might give him some more credibility, “Is… uh… significantly enlarged.”

“Sheriff…” The voice on the other end of the telephone didn’t sound much convinced.

*knock knock knock*

“Hitch - I’m really sorry if you’re pooping in there, but Sunny says I have to open the door in case you’re having a magical emergency.” Izzy’s voice had replaced the orange earth-pony’s at the door jam.

“PLEASE Doc,” Hitch begged, “What could cause this?”

“Well… I didn’t expect I would have to give this talk to somepony of your age… but when a mommy-pony and daddy-pony love each other very much-”

“GAH!” Hitch thumbed the red hang-up button as the latch and handle next to him began to glow an ethereal purple and vibrate.

Crap crap crap crap!

With a blurring hoof-speed that he didn’t even know he possessed, Hitch took the end of his flaccid member, tucked it inside the belt sash which bore his sheriff’s badge, and cinched the unwieldy, temporary stallionhood-holder a notch tighter.

The door creaked open fully, sliding him away with irresistible force as Izzy’s unicorn powers came to bear against the comparably feeble handle and lock.

“Ah! Girls!” Hitch chuckled, twisting away backward to prevent them from getting a side-on view of his ‘problem’, turning on the sink as a convenient excuse. “What, uh, seems to be the problem?”

Izzy’s eyes seemed to be searching the bathroom, though she was bumped beside by a pouting Sunny.

“Problem? Didn’t you hear me calling for you? You nearly gave me a heart attack! What with everything that happened yesterday, I was worried, Hitch! What’s going on?” Sunny took a step toward him.

“Nothing! I was just, washing my hooves, and couldn’t hear you over the sound of the water and soap dispenser!” Hitch’s smile was far too wide.

“Washing your hooves - for the last ten minutes?” Sunny’s eyebrow arched. “I didn’t know you had OCD, Hitch.”

“Nope, uh-uh, just practicing good hygiene.”

“Can’t blame him for that, Sunny.” Izzy piped in with one of her wild smiles, “Man, I remember just how gross it was before I had magic. I don’t know how you guys stand it!” Izzy’s nostrils began to twitch partway through her sentence, “I can’t even… uh… huh… woah… do, do you guys smell that?” She turned her nose up in the air, taking a deep drag of the atmosphere.

Sunny’s ear flicked and she swallowed, her mouth dropping open slightly as she took in the scent as well. “W-woah. Yeah,… that’s what I was talking about Izzy. But woof that’s stronger than yesterday.”

Crap! Hitch flipped around and quickly hammered the toilet’s flusher, sending a clean torrent of replacing water into the basin.

“Ah.” Sunny hummed, her grin getting that same impious tinge that it’d had the previous day. “Well… aren’t you going to wash your hooves, Hitch? What about good hygiene?” Sunny pointed at the flusher.

“Of course, of course!” Hitch chuckled nervously, rinsing his hooves once again before shepherding the two mares out of the stilly musky bathroom.

“W-wow, Sunny.” Izzy chuckled, half-nervously as they trotted into the bedroom. “Y-you really weren’t kidding, were you?”

“Nope.”

“Kidding about what?” Hitch hummed nervously, even as he tried to ever-so-gently guide his friends toward the bedroom door.

“About just how good you smell.” Izzy purred, flipping her head back and leaning far too closely into the nape of Hitch’s neck and huffing in a deep inhale that tickled his left ear.

“A-ah?” Hitch swallowed nervously, taken aback for a moment.

“I mean it -- you smell like pure glitter run through a peppermint factory.” Izzy sighed, half-nuzzling into his neck. “And I love peppermint and glitter.” The unicorn hummed, blinking and locking her big purple irises on his.

“I-Izzy?” Hitch gulped.

“And I’m not usually that into stallions…” the unicorn giggled, her voice sounding almost like she’d had one too many of Sunny’s ‘special’ smoothies, “I mean… sure… if the mood’s right. And doesn’t it really just feel right… right now?”

There was that wolf-ish, predatory glint again.

“S-sunny? Little help?” Hitch was doing his best to lean back, away from the perky little unicorn mare now invading his personal space.

“Hm? Ah… well…” Sunny was biting her lip again, just like yesterday.

Oh no.

“Sunny. Izzy.” Hitch tried to keep himself in check, as the two mares he had been pushing toward the bedroom door began to push back into him. “This is… this is just some weird haywire magic effect going on -- you guys aren’t thinking straight, this isn’t you.”

“What do you mean? You just smell reallygood.” Izzy purred, nuzzling him again with a sigh. “I wish I could pour you all over me.”

Sunny let out a slow, controlled breath, her voice almost shaky as she took a step away. “S-something is going on here. I realize that.”

“Thank goodness!” Hitch sighed, taking both hooves and placing them on Izzy’s cheeks, comically trying to detach the mare from cuddling his neck. “So you agree that you two should get out of here before we make a big mistake.”

Sunny shook her head vigorously. “N-no! Something is going on with you Hitch. And I… and we won’t leave you alone when you need our help the most. Izzy and I can just… control ourselves.”

“Izzy’s doing a real good job of that…” Hitch sarcastically groaned, as Izzy’s horn pulsed revealing how she’d managed to resist Hitch’s full-power strength attempts to pry her death-grip hug from around his neck.

“Izzy, come on.” Sunny huffed, gripping the unicorn’s tail in her teeth before starting to pull as well. “You’re not sharing.”

Unfortunately, this was the last straw of a series of coincidences, which was all that was needed to set the match to the fuse of pent-up sexual potential energy that had amassed.

By pulling Izzy’s tail, Sunny had lifted it up and away from the unicorn’s rump, especially easy since the perky mare’s dock was already rigidly flagging in the air… and it just so happened that Hitch’s line of sight and Izzy’s rump were perfectly aligned through the helpful feature of the floor to ceiling vanity mirror that adorned the bedroom’s West wall.

Hitch’s eyes drank in the beautifully exotic sight of Izzy’s puffy unicorn marehood. So familiar, and yet also subtly different in enticing ways from that of an earth-pony’s. Puffier, and yet more slender… clearly smaller and tighter, but not being as toned or muscular as those Hitch had grown up seeing. A smaller, though bright-pink nub quivered in the cleft of those engorged, dark lips… staying visible throughout Izzy’s weak, trembling winks… quite unlike the flashing grasps of an earth-mare.

But Hitch’s gaze was not purely scientific… and the sexual fuse continued its inexorable journey toward explosion… kickstarted by the exciting vision of his friend’s sexually excited marebits… a throb of blood coursed down Hitch’s length, making his stallionhood jump and stiffen in its precarious perch.

Males of any species know just how risky the timeless strategy of ‘the waistband tuck’ can be, particularly with a semi-turgid member… as either arousal or shrinkage can quickly unsettle that which was attempting to be hidden…

And so, with a slow-motion mouthing of the word “Nooooooooo…” Hitch felt his now-massive member slip free of the temporary nest he’d created for it between his belly and his belt… and fall free to the floor like someone dropping a heavy firehose to the ground.

*THWAAAAP*

Author's Note

A meaty stallionhood should THWAP when it lands.