The Drone Epidemic!

“Are you comfortable?” asked Princess Celestia, checking on Twilight in one of the guest rooms.

“Yes, I am. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

After Princess Celestia left, Twilight soon fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke up to find herself in class, after taking her morning nap as she waited for the teacher to come. She was always early, most of the time being the earliest to class. However, instead of waking up to her friends calling her, she woke up to hear some commotion at the back of the class.

“Yes, I heard it too!”

“Does that mean…” Fluttershy asked nervously.

“Our school is cursed?” Applejack asked.

“Where is it now?”

“Where is what now?” asked Twilight.

“The monster. The-” Rainbow Dash said.

“Monster? What monster?” Twilight asked further.

“Haven’t you heard? There’s this creature, lurking around our school, looks like a human, walks almost like a human, but sounds like a dog, panting all the time,” explained Pinkie Pie.

“Almost like a human?”

“They are said to walk slowly, stopping every few steps for a rest.”

“They? Are there more than one?” Twilight was confused.

“Well, I mean ‘they’ as in a he/she, but others actually say there are others, but they can’t differentiate between them, if there were. All of the sightings seem the same.”

“Others?”

“People say that they have seen them in different places at the same time. Unless it’s just a hallucination…” Rarity commented, not quite believing in the sightings.

“Are we safe?”

“BUZZ…” the school speakers turned on. “Good morning, students. It has come to our attention that many students are very scared about the monster. Please do not panic as we have it under controoooooo- pant… pant… huff… huff…”

“What was that?” shrieked Pinkie Pie.

“That was the monster!”

“As I was speaking… class is dismissed for tooooddaaaaayyyyyiiiii!!!!! BOOM~” static could be heard after the microphone was heard to fall on the floor.

“That was…”

“School’s out!” screamed Rainbow Dash.

“So… Where do you want to go,Twilight?”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yeah, you, we have the whole day to ourselves now,” remarked Pinkie Pie.

“I… I want to see the monster!”

“Huh!?” Gasps of surprise filled the air.

“You? Want to see the monster!?” asked Pinkie Pie.

“Yes, we’ve learnt so much magic already, so why not? It’s not like we’re defenseless…”

“Defenseless? We might not be, but we’re not strong enough,” Applejack shook her head and said.

“Oh, how strong could the monster be? From your descriptions it sounds like a weak one.”

“Well, we’re not going with you,” said Rarity and Rainbow Dash.

“Who wants to go with me?”

Around her was silence, with one voice only speaking, “I will.”

It was Applejack, who, though fearful of the monster, wanted to support her friend.

So, later, after everyone had left, Applejack and Twilight went to explore the school. The school was dark, as most, if not all, of the lights had been turned off.

“So… why are you interested in this monster?” asked Applejack, still filled with fear.

“I want to know how it works, how it spreads, how it-”

“I don’t mean ‘what’, I mean, ‘why’?”

“The monster… how can I put it? It has appeared in my dreams countless times over the past few weeks. Not daily, but frequent enough that it has disturbed me, distressing me.” Twilight explained.

A short period of silence commenced until Twilight continued, “I must defeat it, once and for all.”

“Are you sure you can?”

“If you can’t beat them, join them.”

“You… want to be a monster?”

“Why not? It would be a good chance for us. Imagine if the monsters are stronger, better than us, should we not evolve? Should we stay as normal human beings?”

Applejack did not reply, and the two went on walking, until some muffled breathing noises were heard to be getting nearer and nearer. They turned the corner and there it was, the monster. It stood in front of them limply, its knees bent together, its arms let hung; it didn’t even look at them, just downwards, as it huffed and puffed out of what Twilight and Applejack assumed were dimples. They looked at the monster and observed it more, noting its peculiar headpiece, and large chest.

“In the name of science, I, Twilight, name thee Ponymare,” Twilight said loudly, much to Applejack’s surprise.

The monster, upon hearing her words, suddenly turned its head towards the both of them quickly, stood straight, and started walking towards them, its hands swinging about.

“Should we run?”

“No, let’s see what it does.”

The monster soon stopped, its hands clenched on its crotch, and sat down in a W position, repeatedly squeezing what Twilight and Applejack made out to be a ball.
This piqued the curiosity of the both of them, leading them to squat down and watch the monster from a closer distance, when its arm suddenly moved, its hand now clasping Applejack’s crotch.

“Oh!” Applejack exclaimed as she suddenly felt a certain surge inside her. Nevertheless, Applejack tried to escape, but its grasp was too tight. “Twilight, help me!”

Twilight stood up and said nothing, watching the monster squeezing Applejack’s crotch, eventually melting her pants away and covering her crotch with a yellow liquid that seemed to seep out of its hands.

“Twilight… I’m… Feeling good?”

Soon, Applejack found that a ball had grown out of her own crotch as well, and somehow, she felt an obligation to grab it and started squeezing it, causing the monster to let go of both crotches, and took hold of Applejack’s breasts, pushing her down onto the floor.

“I’m… mmm…” she was kissed by the monster, who, although had no mouth, managed to get Applejack euphoric as the monster squeezed her breasts repeatedly, eventually tearing apart the cloth covering her chest, revealing her bra. As they kissed, Applejack slowly felt her nose getting flatter and flatter, eventually disappearing, while two holes started growing on her dimples.

At this moment, Twilight quickly and silently noted down the events, and continued looking on as Applejack tried to stand up, causing the monster to retreat to the side, using her arm to rub both of her breasts at once, and another hand on her bulge.

Applejack stood and turned towards Twilight, half human half monster. Twilight asked her, “How do you feel?”

Applejack said nothing, and smiled a big, toothy grin, a grin that could not stop growing, and eventually, her grin reached her black dimples and stopped growing, eventually forming a rubbery grin painted on her face. She could no longer open her mouth, and now could only breathe through her dimples. She huffed and puffed, seemingly trying to communicate, but was unable to.

To Twilight, this was nothing for she had seen it many times before, and she knew what was going to happen next. Applejack’s hair started falling off, and her eyes started looking glassier and glassier, and a black horn-like object started to grow out of her now bare and shiny yellow head.

Applejack did not care, and instead started undressing herself, starting with her torn shirt, and continuing with her pants. Now half naked, Twilight saw Applejack’s shiny yellow body, reflecting the light off her torch like a rubber balloon.
Her black hands that looked like gloves grabbed her now bare breasts, and Twilight wondered if those were really her hands or just gloves. “Applejack, are you there?”

Applejack did not respond, and continued squeezing her breasts, until Twilight saw some liquid dropping down Applejack’s crotch. The liquid was a shiny yellow and black, also reflecting the light of the torch. Twilight would have collected some samples of it, if only she had brought the correct equipment.

Applejack, on the other hand, went closer to the sample as she suddenly fell to stand on all fours. Not caring about her stance, she lifted her left leg and started rubbing her bulge with it. The monster, now looking at Applejack, started walking on all fours as well, revealing a black object growing out of its butt. Down on its hands and feet, it started using its head to rub Applejack’s bulge. Applejack, realizing this, put her leg down, but as she did so, her brown boot slid off to reveal a black cylinder, instead of her feet, or boots as the monster had.

As the monster rubbed Applejack’s bulge, its nose and mouth grew forward slightly, forming a small muzzle. Applejack, now focused on rubbing her breasts, also had the same changes, with her entire smile now extending longer and longer in front of her. This surprised Twilight, as she did not dream about this before, but she still looked on, unfazed.

Applejack’s arms also started moving away, becoming more and more twitched as her flexibility of motion slowly turned from that of a human into that of a pony. Yet she just readjusted and continued rubbing for a while, after which she stopped rubbing her breasts and put down her- Twilight was shocked as Applejack’s black hands had now turned into hooves, and Applejack was looking more and more like a pony than a human. In fact, her ears started to move upwards, and her right leg also slid out of her boot, revealing another hoof. The only part of her humanity left - there was none, excluding possibly her breasts.

Now fully on all fours, Applejack started walking towards Twilight, who had just decided that she had seen enough, and started to leave. She could see that her friend was now just another monster, doomed to roam the school forever. Though initially she sought to join the monsters, now, after seeing Applejack’s humiliating stance as a monster pony, she decided otherwise as her goal was to ultimately improve humanity, not reduce humanity into stupid ponies!

Noticing Applejack’s encroachment, Twilight’s train of thought was broken, and she hastened her pace till she ran out of the door. She slammed the door shut, trapping Applejack in the school with her new monster friend. Feeling tired, Twilight headed back to her dormitory to sleep.

After a few hours of sleep, Twilight woke up feeling queasy, unpleased and uneased by the monsters lurking in the school. Wanting to check on Applejack, she rushed to Canterlot High when her attention was turned away by some loud music. From far away, it seemed like some sort of bright carnival music, yet as she approached the place, the music became more and more twisted, sounding ever more out of tune than before, yet still having that haunting charm that somehow dragged her towards it.

Apparently, she was not the only one dragged towards it as several monsters were there as well. Most of them were bare naked, but some of them were still wearing clothes. Among them, she could recognize a few friends, including Rarity with her cute and elegant style. She could also recognize Ms. Cheerilee, who was still wearing her flower patterned skirt. In fact, there were quite a lot of people that she could still recognize, including - her parents! In the crowd of monsters, she could see her parents! Twilight broke down upon realizing that her parents were one of the monsters, but somewhat rejoiced as they seemed to have found happiness, each one rubbing the other’s bulges.

Nevertheless, Twilight regained composure, and approached the music closer. She soon arrived at what seemed to be a carnival, with a gigantic yellow and black pipe organ that seemed to be playing itself. Curious, she tried pressing on a yellow key, and a corresponding sound played. Knowing the piano, she attempted to play a short snippet of Beethoven’s Ninth, but every note seemed to be distorted. Looking upwards, she noticed that the pipes had faces; each one of them was made up of contorted humans, forming a long cylindrical shape, and the sound of them, came from the air that they huffed and puffed through their valves, each valve of one connected to another, and so on.

She dreaded seeing her friends there, but with all of them nude, she could not tell the difference anyway. Next to the pipe organ, she saw a harp, with a former girl standing up, and two shorter girls forming the main arc of the harp. Each string was elastic, but seemed shiny. The harp, too, played itself as the hands of the three girls pulled on the strings one at a time, forming an eerie melody, for not only were the strings ever so slightly out of tune, but as each string was pulled by one, two others huffed and puffed along.

Certainly, there were more instruments around, but something else interested Twilight more, the rides. She looked around, and saw a bunch of carnival rides, notably the ferris wheel and roller coaster. As she walked around, she heard the sound of wheels rolling over a track. Looking up, a line of yellow and black carts was seen passing over her head, at a quick speed. It was a roller coaster, carrying three monsters and five humans.

Looking around, she saw the framework of the roller coaster, and went to check it. The pillar was yellow and black, and made from pairs and pairs of monsters. Ahead of her, she saw a pair of monsters standing back to back, both hand in hand. Around the pair was another pair of monsters facing each other, and with their hands locked together, they looked like a circle wrapping around the inner pair. Their joined arms directly covered the breasts of the other pair, and rubbed them too. The outer pair instead, had their lower bulges rubbed by the joined fists of the inner pair. Each huffed and puffed, still alive but stuck in the pillar. Having made out what Twilight was seeing, she looked above to see more of the same, until she could no longer see clearly. Each group stood above the shoulders of another, forming a tall pillar. The pillar vibrated slightly each second, but it stood firm enough that the roller coaster ride stood intact. Twilight was curious to how the structure was so stable, when she saw that there was some form of concrete bonding the monsters together, one that looked like the one she saw in school. Wanting to try the strength of the pillar, Twilight punched an outer monster, expecting some kind of response. However, she was ignored and the pillar continued doing its own thing.

Still curious about the roller coaster, she followed the tracks to the starting point of the roller coaster, where she saw no guard or control there, and only a stage that led to the carts. Climbing up the stairs was not easy, as she knew she was actually stepping on former human beings, now monsters. Though they had lost their humanity, Twilight was not wanting to disrespect them, who had gone through the process of evolution, for the sake of humanity.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she looked down onto the tracks to find that indeed, as she expected, it was made of more monsters, each in a sitting position. The monsters’ limbs were straightened out forward, and each pair of arms was adjacent to each pair of legs. One of their hands was holding on to a leg, and the other was squeezing another’s bulge; one of their legs were being held on to, and another was kicking another’s breasts. Locked together like a huge zipper, where each monster was a zipper tooth, Twilight soon tried to calculate how many were in the monstrous roller coaster, when she heard the roller coaster approaching. Quickly ducking back onto the stage, she stood at the edge of the stairs, ready to descend.

Seeing the approaching carts, she counted only five monsters, and she wondered, were these the same people that she saw riding earlier? Where did the others go? She was left pondering when she noticed one of the monsters looking at her, seemingly wanting to go down. Yet, another monster pulled the seat bar back down, trapping the monster back into its seat, when Twilight noticed a new cart behind the monster that wasn’t there before. It looked like the other carts, but when looked closely, it was also made of monsters, with some monsters twisted and melded into the form of a cart, with one’s arms joined into the safety bar of the cart, and some other monsters, smaller ones, formed the axles and wheels of the cart. The monsters were mostly bent into positions that were impossible for her to bend, and thus she was even more terrified than before, fearing that she would be part of the ride. With all the passengers buckled in, the ride soon went off again, and Twilight promptly left the roller coaster.

Leaving to look at the other attractions, she passed a pendulum ride, a strongman game, a haunted house, a fortune teller machine, and even a large ferris wheel, just to reach a carousel that stopped her in her tracks. The carousel was huge and wide, almost as wide as the big wheel of the ferris wheel. Even so, there was still quite a large area around the carousel itself. The carousel, like every other ride, was yellow and black, and had no one around it except for Twilight. Approaching the carousel, the sounds of the instruments she saw earlier grew softer and softer, and instead a sound that was getting louder and louder seemed to come from the carousel.

At the carousel, she heard clearly the sound she heard, not unlike the pipe organ she heard before, as she heard the now familiar huffing and puffing of the monsters. The carousel emitted various lights, emanating from elliptical glass panels on the roof of the carousel, which Twilight soon recognised as the eyes of the monsters, and soon she saw that a whole line of monsters formed the cone shape of the roof, with each monster holding onto the breasts of the monster on its left and onto the crotch of the monster on its right. Their heads hung over the roof, and their legs all converged at the center pillar of the carousel, similarly formed by monsters, hugging each other as tightly as they could, forming a concentrated center.

Twilight took a walk around the carousel, and as she did so, she found that the mounts were all the same, equine versions of the monsters. All of them seemed to have two yellow poles on their top and two yellow poles on their bottom, connecting them to the ceiling and the floor. Each pony bobbed up and down according to the “tune”, that consisted not only of the huffing and puffing, but also the movements of the carousel, and the squeaking of the “gears” and “buttons”. Around the central pole were circles of ponies, spinning round and around non-stop. The floor was yellow and black, made out of more monsters, like the stairs and platform of the roller coaster. She tried to look inside, wanting to see what was in the roof, but it was to no avail.

Wanting to ride the carousel, Twilight waited for a while as the ride, while not completely halting, slowed down enough so that she could ride on it. Walking on the circular floor, she heard many squeaks as she stepped on countless bodies, bulges and breasts, causing air to blow up at her, lifting her skirt slightly with every step she took. Now, she walked around inside the carousel, carefully observing each and every pony. Each pony looked similar to one another, all naked and bare, save for a black saddle and a black bridle, and although they had different sizes, Twilight was unable to recognise any of them. The ponies had no decorations save for two black flower patterns on each side of their butts. Some of them had a smile, and some did not. A few of the ponies stood still completely on the floor, but most of them were moving up and down at different speeds and phases.

Passing by a stationary one, Twilight wanted to try kicking its bulge, but she stopped herself, remembering that it was a former human. Twilight then looked upwards, and saw more monsters, fused together into a circular shape, with their eyes all looking downwards, providing some light for the otherwise shady carousel.

After she was satisfied with her walking around, she finally chose a pony to sit on. The pony looked like it was jumping, its hooves all facing outwards, all hooves in the air. Holding the pole, the pony somehow seemed to stop bobbing, and so she put her leg over the pony and sat on the saddle of the pony, her shoes placed on the stirrups. Sitting on the pony, she found the pony, though stone cold, was vibrating slightly, with air coming out of its dimples. With her sitting properly on the pony, the ride started to speed up back to normal. The music played in the background continuously started becoming louder, and it was then that she realised that her pony was in the choir as well as it started huffing and puffing more. This vibration excited Twilight, and caused her to get slightly aroused and, nearly falling off, kicked the pony’s breasts while she tried to maintain balance.

This, in turn, made the pony aroused, and it started to moan out of pace, causing the music to become more distorted. The ride, however, continued on as the pony that Twilight rode on moved up and down, and Twilight was getting hornier and hornier every second. Before long, the merry go round completed two rounds, and Twilight was still on the pony. Feeling quite horny, she started rubbing the pony’s buttocks, her hands circling over the flower pattern, finding it firm and hard to squeeze. She would have lain down on the pony, heads on the butts, if only its big black tail wasn’t in the way. However, she instead held on to the pole and continued riding the pony.

Later, feeling bored but horny and curious, she tried to kick the pony’s bulge. Holding onto the pole as tight as she could, she kicked the pony’s bulge. This caused the pony to huff, puff, and moan more than before, and its vibration speeded up, and it started to leak rubber. Twilight noticed this and suddenly remembered Applejack and the monster, was the liquid they released some sort of semen? As the pony descended, Twilight got closer to the puddles of the shiny liquid, and Twilight quickly folded her legs, but being not quick enough, some of it got onto the soles of her shoes. Not wanting to touch the liquid, she took off her shoes and threw them away, leaving her only wearing socks.

As she went up, her arousal also went up, and she soon felt like she was reaching her top as well. She could barely keep it together, and she, holding the bridle, grabbed onto the pony’s black mohawk, moving herself slightly to the front of the pony. With the mohawk in hand, she leaned towards the right of it and placed her head there, and her other hand started squeezing the pony’s right breast. As she squeezed, she felt some wetness on her hand, and she took it up to find the same liquid she had been afraid of before.

Now, with a sample in her hand, she wondered what to do with it. She soon realised that she was stupid for throwing away her shoes; she could have stored it inside her shoes. Then, she thought about her socks. So, using her clean hand, she took off a sock and tried to let the liquid from her hand flow into her sock, but she found that it was so slow, and that her hand had turned darker, nearing black.

Needing more samples, she ignored the growing numbness in her hand and once more, put her head next to the pony’s black mohawk, and started squeezing its right breast, while her hand, from below, held up a sock underneath. As she squeezed, she realised that most of the liquid she squeezed out was dropping onto the floor, so instead, she made her hand in the shape of a cup and used it to contain the liquid. As she squeezed more, she found that her hand could not squeeze anymore as it was solid, her fingers unmoving. Curious, she took her hand up and saw that it really had turned into a cup! Her fingers, all curled upwards, had fused with each other, a layer of slowly thickening membrane formed between each pair of fingers, including from the pinkie to the thumb. None of her fingers could move as they were hardened up, truly like a cup, a cup full of the yellow and black liquid she had squeezed out earlier.

After quickly pouring the contents out into the sock she was holding, Twilight, unable to squeeze, she pondered what to do next as she soon felt flexibility returning to her hand. Her hand, though still in the form of a cup, started to be able to move, and using her new cup-shaped hand, she continued to squeeze the pony’s breasts. Before long, her sock was full, and Twilight, who was feeling very horny now, still had her entire body laid down on the vibrating pony. Wondering what to do next, she suddenly could make out what the huffing, puffing and moaning of the pony were, forming a sentence, “You’re such a good mare.”

“Mare?” Twilight immediately replied in response. “I’m… a girl!” she said, though in her mind, she felt happy if she were really a mare, for if she was one, then she could have fun with the mare that she was riding on for as long as she wanted, or possibly even make children with it. “But I can be your mare if you want me to be,” Twilight said, now in lustful desire of the pony that she was sitting on. “Then do it. Do it to me one more time.”

Twilight remained silent and looked at her right cupped-hand once more before she used it to squeeze the breast of the pony once more, and she, wanting to release herself as well, let go of her sock, splashing the liquid in the sock everywhere. Not caring about her just stained legs and feet, she started to undress herself, moving her hand to take off her skirt, but as she was about to do so, she felt a hand holding her left hand. It let her take off her skirt, and then held onto her hand tightly.

“Who are you?” Twilight asked. “Let me free! I need to be with this mare!” Getting distracted by her hand, she forgot to lift her legs and got them dirty with the liquid she spilled on the floor.

After rising back halfway, she suddenly felt two other hands grip her waist from above, and the two hands tried to pull her away from the pony, but Twilight held on tightly. Unable to remove her, she felt her hand getting let go. The instant her left hand was free, it dug into her undergarments and Twilight started touching herself, feeling the wetness that she already made before. Out of nowhere, she felt her feet getting tickled, but with her now black feet feeling numb, she did not react, and her legs were instead held on and forcefully taken off the pony. With a simple pull, the hands holding her waist took her off from the pony, and carefully drove her through the herd of ponies ahead of her, till she reached a spot where no other ponies were around her. “My pony!” she cried out, her right hand still full with more liquid she squeezed out of it.

The hands stopped bringing her forward, and instead started helping her, first by taking off her panties, allowing Twilight to fully enjoy herself without any obstructions. Then, it ripped apart her shirt and took off her bras, leaving her completely naked. Sensing the cold air blowing around her, she instinctively tried to cover herself, her left hand holding onto her crotch, and her right hand covered both her nipples, with her cupped hand holding her left breast. “I’m naked! Give me back my bra!” Twilight called out, not realizing what she had just done.

The hands ignored her, and instead started to rub her butt. Placing one hand on one cheek, the two hands started secreting their liquid onto her butt and they rubbed it in, making her butt shinier and shinier and bigger and bigger and more yellow than before. Once it was done, they started pulling her skin between her butts, forming a long black tail that curved upwards and over her butts.

Below her, another hand came to her crotch, moving her hand away and touching her. “Don’t touch me!” Twilight shrieked, embarrassed. Yet, the hand continued on, and with the liquid excreted from both the hand and Twilight, it not only filled up her holes, but also formed a yellow bulge that covered the holes, and the hand continued squeezing the bulge, leading Twilight to get hornier and hornier, without sitting on the vibrating pony.

With her hand free from the job of touching herself, she moved her right hand back to her right breast and her freed hand went back to her left breast. To her surprise, she felt that it was different; larger, more elastic, and nipple-less. Squeezing the both of them, she felt fun, but it wasn’t enough for her; she needed more! And so, not long after, her left hand also turned into a cup, and both cups squeezed her breasts so much, she totally ignored what the hands were doing at the moment.

The hands, given free rein, continued working on her as they worked their way upwards, starting to mold her torso and abdomen wider, firmer, like a fine mare would have. They rubbed her torso, squished and stretched it as if it were dough, and gradually, it obtained the shape they wanted. With the shape done, the hands now picked up her dirty bra from the floor, and Twilight, who noticed it, said, “My bra! Put it back on me, now! Before my breasts get too big!”

The hands did put it on her, but backwards. With the bra malleable and flexible now, they flattened it into a saddle, and put it on her, making her easily ride-able. Next, going upwards, they massaged her back, smoothing her curves. At the same time, Twilight started to feel that it was getting harder and harder for her to squeeze her breasts, and so she looked at her hand and wondered why. She found out that her hand was no longer an empty cup, but was a cup that was filling up with rubber concrete! It seemed that the liquid in her cup had hardened and fused with her hand, slowly filling it up and making it impossible for her to squeeze anymore. Soon, the whole cup was filled, and Twilight realized: she now had hooves for hands.

The hands took note of it and grabbed her feet, which were busy kicking her own bulge. They started with her soles, rubbing it, smoothing her skin. Then, they folded her toes into her feet, and with some pushing and pulling, her feet, now balls, eventually got into the shape of hooves. With this, the hands released her hooves, which seemed to instantly go back to squashing her bulge, and the hands went to work on her face. Her face, though beautiful, did not meet the hands’ standards, and instead, they clasped her cheeks together and pulled it outwards, pushing her nose and mouth outwards, while making her nose thinner and thinner. The hands pushed her nose into her skin, and pulled her ears upwards and pulled it into the ears of a pony, just on the sides of her new black rubber hair, formed from her hair getting coated in the liquid and getting pulled into a new shape that accentuated her face and matched her tail.

With Twilight feeling hornier than ever, she found she could not stop smiling. She felt happy to be a mare with all the others, especially the one she rode on earlier. Her smile was so great that it grew larger and larger and became fixed on her face, making her unable to stop smiling, and she blushed so much that valves started to grow on her dimples, causing her to be blushing non-stop.

She felt happy and horny and wanted to be a mare, and as her vision blacked out, she imagined herself living as a mare, circling the merry-go-round, awaiting for a rider to ride on her and appreciate her beauty as a mare, just like she did with the mare she rode on. As she was enjoying her imagination, her eyes opened back up to see her soiled panties being brought towards her, landing on her new muzzle. She tried to shake it off, but she found her neck was stiff and could no longer move, and being unable to talk, she just had to accept it as the hands put her panties on her face and slowly melded it into a muzzle, then into a bridle, allowing the rider to control Twilight.

Now, Twilight was nearing completion as the hands stopped her pleasure, and held her arms in position for what was going to happen next. Her front hooves were held in front of her as her arms, that still were human, were reformed and bended in ways that it couldn’t, yet Twilight did not feel pain. Her arms were now of a pony’s, and her legs were next, which were bent downwards and outwards. She was now completely a mare, a shiny yellow and black mare, just like all the others in the carousel. With her new limbs, she found it hard to pleasure herself, and instead just stayed there, imagining her new life as a mare with all her sisters, all running in a never ending circle, listening to the music that they all sang together, as Twilight joined the chorus as well.

While thinking about that, Twilight suddenly felt her bulge getting held and released continuously, and with each time, Twilight, who had just cooled down, started feeling high again. The same happened to her breasts, as the hands holding her from below moved themselves down to her breasts, and started doing the same. As Twilight felt hornier and hornier, she realized that she was getting stiffer and stiffer and it was harder and harder to move her limbs and neck. Looking around her, she realized that the others did not move as well, and while looking around, she noticed a hand holding her bridle, pulling it a few times. Twilight, now an uncontrollable mare, felt the arousal unstoppable, uncontrollable, unreleasable, forcing her to moan in agony and after reaching a certain extent, the hands on her breasts and bulge let go, subsequently going in position slightly in front of her saddle, forming a pole that held Twilight tightly, and started to bring her up and down. With one final hard pull from the hand on the bridle, Twilight lifted her head and jumped, moaning as loudly as she could, and finally froze in place, a perfect carousel pony. Her limbs were all unmoving, her neck unable to turn. Only left were her bright eyes and huffing and puffing that showed her signs of life, her new life.

Now, she was finally part of the ride, a beautiful carousel mare, just as she wanted to be. She finally realized her destiny, what she was born to be; not a human, but a carousel mare. Wait, no, she thought, realizing instead that she, who was always a carousel pony pretending to be a human, finally found the perfect opportunity to show her true self, to join her family, being a sister of all the others in the carousel, all one big happy and horny family as they rode on day and night in pursuit of something they would never get; freedom. They would be there from day to night, night to day, but they would never get what they want. Yet, Twilight was in bliss, pure bliss as she had finally fit in, but then she thought to herself again, she always did fit in, for from the day she was born, she was always a carousel pony, a twin of all her other sisters. When was she ever human? No, she was a perfect carousel pony, like her parents, friends, and everyone around her were, and wanted her to be as well. A mere property of the carnival, she would be taken care of, as the hands around her cleaned up the carousel, removing and absorbing away all the mess she made while having fun, leaving the carousel squeaky clean once more.

Riding up and down, around and around, Twilight was now an immortal being and, like her siblings, the only thing that could make her even happier was if she had a rider, someone to appreciate her as a mount, to be used. For now, she could only sing in her family’s choir and wait, albeit impatiently, for someone to ride her…

To be continued...