Retrograde Reparations

Sprout scowled and kept his eyes downward as he did what he’d been doing for the better part of a week - that being haunting the streets of Bridlewood. Did he feel bad about destroying Sunny’s home and nearly causing a war with the unicorns and pegasi? Not particularly, though he’d apologized profusely and feigned regret. Did he consider himself lucky for, as his mother put it, ‘being let off easy’? Tartarus, no! Glancing over as a pair of unicorns passed, he dipped his head.

“What’s wrong, Runt?” one of the horned ponies, a young stallion, asked.

“I’m…” Sprout hissed. A jolt shot through him as he turned to face the stranger. “I’m mad that I’m here and I want to go home.”

“Hah,” the stallion laughed. “So it really is true, you can’t lie or anything!”

“Or disobey,” Sprout spontaneously added, unable to stop himself. “And the name’s Sprout.”

The young unicorn waved back at him as he continued along the path. “Good to know, Runt. Have a good day!”

Grinning with gritted teeth, Sprout waved back. “You too…”

Everypony in Maretime Bay was blind, dumb, or both - actually, they were definitely both. He’d warned everypony for years that unicorns couldn’t be trusted, that they wielded dark magic that could undo the fabric of society, and he’d been right - unfortunately, even he hadn’t been able to understand just how correct he’d been. Hanging his head, he sighed and trotted aimlessly down the earthen street.

Anypony with an ounce of common sense would have known he was going to get punished for what he’d done, although he could never have guessed how bad it would end up being. Instead of doing community service or spending some time in the pokey, the tribunal of earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns who’d been tasked with dealing with him had offered a rather unique sentence for him. His discrimination and ignorance could only be cured if he enriched himself outside of Maretime Bay, being condemned to spend time in both Bridlewood and Zephyr Heights, and they had a very particular way to ensure he behaved himself.

A curse - he called it that because it’s exactly what it was- sure, everypony said it was an enchantment to make him more compliant, compelling him to do whatever was asked of him while being respectful, but that was just a fancy way of saying he was hexed. No matter what anypony said or did to or around him, he had no choice but to smile and act like a cheerful, obedient idiot. He never thought he’d see the day when he viewed all of ponykind with contempt, but darned if he hadn’t been considering it more and more often.

All things considered, things had started decently enough. The residents of Bridlewood had put him up in a little hostel for his two month stay, providing him with the bare essentials to get by, and they’d been decently friendly - if by friendly he meant they hadn’t stoned him to death. Being looked upon with scorn was a daily occurrence, he was routinely asked to take out trash or do other humiliating deeds, and he was the only earth pony in town, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Just as he’d started getting use to the insufferable treatment, some stallion, one whom he still didn’t know the name of, had ordered him to do the unthinkable.

He’d thought the stallion had been joking at first ~ how could he not? Seriously, who the hay asks a perfect stranger to suck them off? Sadly for him, his pride, and his already demeaning view in others’ eyes, it hadn’t been a joke. Like a well-trained whore, he’d knelt down and blown the stud right there on the street.

The experience had been so awful that it had seared itself into his brain, haunting him in his sleep and never being far from his thoughts. He could still taste the sweat on his tongue and smell the musk in his sinuses, despite the inglorious occasion being several days ago, and it hadn’t taken long for all of Bridlewood to hear about it. To put it bluntly, his life had gone straight down the drain.

“Mornin’, Sprout!” a familiar voice chipperly called.

Shaken from his melancholic stupor, he looked up and grimaced. Izzy, the only pony he even remotely knew, made a point to hunt him down and say hello each and every day. He didn’t like her any more than the rest of Bridlewood’s residents - if anything, he held her in contempt for forcing his hoof and making him get in trouble in the first place, but she apparently didn’t hold that against him. Slowing as she approached, he shifted his focus to two unfamiliar mares flanking her.

“Rough morning?” she pouted, coming to a halt before him.

He nodded and weakly shrugged. “Yeah, just like every other morning…”

Reaching out and tenderly patting his shoulder, she beamed. “Well I’ve got some great news for you! Me and the mares here are gonna show you up and…” she trailed off, conspiratorially glanced around herself, and brought her muzzle to his ear. “We’re gonna show you a good time…”

His jaw went slack as she pulled back and waggled her eyebrows at him. “W…what do y…you mean?”

“Follow us and find out stud,” she giggled. Turning and flipping her tail, giving him a fleeting glimpse of her backside, she winked over her shoulder at him. “We’ve been waiting to get some alone time with you…”

As unbelievable as it was, flying in the face of all logic and common sense, her honeyed words and sinful promise left little room for doubt about what was about to happen - not that he could blame them. It was common knowledge that earth ponies were simply better, stronger and superior in every way to the winged and horned savages that acted like their distant kin, so it made sense that their mares would want to sample what a real stud had to offer. Cantering up behind the trio, just far enough from them to get a good view of their backsides, he beamed. Maybe he’d been wrong, maybe things really weren’t as bad as he thought, but there was only one way to find out.

Their trot through town didn’t take them long, no more than a hoofful of minutes, and they were within Izzy’s house before he knew it. As he roughly kicked the door behind him, his eyes swung from one mare to the next. He was familiar with Izzy, sadly, but the other two…

“These are Dreamy and Primrose,” Izzy explained, gesturing to the mare to her right then left. “They’ve been dying to meet you!”

Bowing, he smiled warmly at the pair of unfamiliar unicorns. “Mares…”

“You are so much hotter in person!” Primrose excitedly squeaked.

Nodding in agreement, Dreamy lowered her head and not-so-subtly looked to his nethers. “I just hope he’s as impressive as all the stories have -”

“Ah ah ah,” Izzy tutted. Trotting by her friends, she gently waved for them to follow. “I’m sure we’ll all be finding out soon enough. Come on, Sprout, you’re not going to wait for an engraved invitation ~ are you?”

Sprout nearly stumbled over himself as he rushed up to Izzy’s side. Finally - finally, somepony had seen the light and decided to treat him with the respect he deserved - better still, he was about to check several items off his bucket list! Coming into a large bedroom, he slowed and surveyed his surroundings.

Judging from the eclectic and colorful decorations adorning the chamber, the room had to be Izzy’s. There were any number of things he could have looked at, not the least of which being the three attractive mares who were accompanying him, although there was one thing in particular that caught his eye. Lashed to the four posts at the corners of Izzy’s bed were lengths of leather.

“M…Mister Sprout, sir?” Primrose sheepishly mumbled, drawing his attention. “Is…is it ok if we serve you?”

Shaking his head, Sprout burst into laughter. There wasn’t anything funny about what she’d said, but the absurdity of her question had caught him off guard. Could they serve him? Of course they could serve him! That was what mares were supposed to do for stallions - especially stallions of his caliber!

He could have answered, yet an idea instantly came to mind. Trotting to and onto the mattress, he eased himself down, rolled onto his back, and brought his hooves to each of the four bedposts. While he’d never been particularly interested in bondage, the notion of being tied up and fawned over by a trio of lusty mares, even sorely lacking unicorns, was profoundly compelling.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” Izzy chirped. “Prim, Dream, you know what to do!”

The three were upon him in an instant, tittering like naughty schoolfillies while they repositioned him and secured his limbs. It was anypony’s guess as to why they’d moved him, sliding him around so that he was lying supine across the width of the bed, but he was anything but worried about it. As a pillow was gingerly tucked under his head, making him even more comfortable than he already was, he flexed his groin and sent blood surging into his steadily hardening stallionhood.

None of the three had said anything about his package, although he’d caught them stealing glimpses of it while they’d tied him up. Were they in shock? Had they ever seen such a magnificent specimen of a stud? Would they ever be satisfied by unicorns after they’d had their fill of him. Dozens of questions flitted through his lustful mind, until a soft snicker crept to his ear.

“Stars - is that it?” Primrose chuckled.

Smoothly trotting up to the mattress, Izzy reached out and drew a forehoof down from his cock-head to his balls. “Talk about sad. I should have figured he wouldn’t have anything to write home about, but I’ve seen foals with bigger dicks!”

Her observations prompted her friends to cackle maniacally while he started askance at the trio of them. He hoped - prayed they were joking, but it would have been impossible for them to fake laughing so hard they cried or began fighting for breath. The revelation that he’d been duped was crushing, souring his mood and snatching away any promise he’d held for actually enjoying himself, but he was glad it hadn’t been worse.

“Ha ha ha,” he sarcastically grunted. “Let’s all laugh at Sprout again. Seriously, I can’t believe you brought me all the way here for this - like, if you just wanted to pick on me, you could have -”

“We didn’t bring you here to pick on you,” Izzy interrupted, her voice as chipper as ever. “I said we were gonna bring you here to show you a good time, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do!”

His frustration faded ever so slightly as he studied her face. “Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” she affirmed. “I don’t break my promises, no matter what! Ok, mares, let’s show him what he’s in for!”

The three of them lined up along one side of the bed, the side closed to his hind legs, and placed their forehooves on the mattress. He’d expected them to put on a little show, displaying their teats and underbellies before they took turns with him, but what he got defied belief.

The view of their bosoms was impeccable, yet he pair their breasts no mind. Swaying from each of the mares’ loins was a strap-on dildo, a perfect simulation of a stallionhood, and the sight confused and repulsed him like nothing ever had - that was until he squinted and looked harder. The toys they were wearing must have been glued on somehow, because he couldn’t see any sign of strings or belts holding them in place.

“They’re real!” Izzy exclaimed. “Ya know, since we got our magic back, a few of us have been trying out all sorts of sorcery!”

Balancing on one foreleg, Dreamy reached down and began stroking herself off. “Sure have! Since we haven’t quite managed to master this spell yet, and because we always end up a little on the larger side -”

“We thought we’d volunteer you to be our test subject!” Izzy interjected, cutting her friend off. “Isn’t that exciting?”

Motioning to Sprout’s rigid prick, Primrose snorted. “At least part of him is excited.”

“Sprout!” Izzy whooped as she adjusted the leather bands holding his hind legs. “Are you looking forward to this?”

“N…no,” he answered honestly.

This didn’t make sense - it didn’t make any sense at all? Being dragged across the bed until his ass was hanging off its side, he balked when Izzy slammed her forehooves to either side of his hips and rested her arcanely-produced endowment over his crotch. He wasn’t a deficient stallion by any measure, his good being only slightly smaller than average, yet the unicorn’s monstrous tool dwarfed his by every metric.

“What’s wrong, Sprout? Tell Izzy that this is what you’ve been dreaming about - that you want to have a bunch of mares bully that little foal-dick of yours,” Primrose purred menacingly.

Extending a foreleg over, Dreamy clutched and squeezed his coin purse in her forehoof. “Say it…”

“Sprout,” Izzy sternly stated, “no matter what happens, you will enjoy yourself ~ got it?”

The bolt of pain wracking him was accentuated by a current of the curse at work. He’d been given an order, one that left no room for misinterpretation, and his fate had been sealed. Trying and failing to will himself to do anything otherwise, he nodded and bashfully grinned at the three.

Giving his nuts a parting slap, one that somehow hurt and felt incredible, Dreamy withdrew and coolly trotted around to the far side of the bed. “Now that we’ve got that settled, I got the perfect thing to get him started. Izzy, get him nice and warmed up while I keep his muzzle busy - Prim, make sure Izzy isn’t too nice to him.”

Sprout twisted his head, trying desperately to keep track of all three of them, but it was no use. He’d known something was off with Izzy from the second he’d first seen her, yet it was shocking to think they were sadistic maniacs. Wincing and writhing in place, he whined when Izzy beat her tremendous cock against his balls.

“Look at that little worm of his,” Primrose mused, intently watching his twitching, softening dick. “I bet he’s never even used it for anything but fucking his hoof.”

Downright bludgeoning his package, Izzy cocked her head. “Is that true, Sprout? Is mama’s boy a virgin?”

“I…I - Mmmph - am…” he stammered.

“Bucking called it!” Primrose guffawed. “You should be happy, foal-dick, we’re gonna punch that v-card of yours and plow every drop of useless cum out of you.”

Inching back, Izzy dragged her length down his crotch and to his taut, virginal pucker. “Can I go first?”

Primrose looked past Sprout’s head and over to Dreamy, scowled, then shook her head. “You get sloppy seconds - trust me, that fat hog of yours will blow his back out even after I’ve pumped a load into him.”

Izzy’s joyful expression wavered as she looked between her friends. “Well what am I supposed to do until then?”

“Foal-dick, jack her off until Prim’s done breeding you,” Dreamy growled.

He couldn’t see Dreamy, but that changed when she jumped onto the bed and over his face. He could have sworn he was going to relive his experience with the stallion from the other day, from the way she’d been talking, although that didn’t was anything but the case. While she stepped over his head and slowly eased herself down, he swallowed hard.

“Oh yeah,” Dreamy groaned contentedly. Bearing her full weight against him, she ground her ass against his snout. “Haven’t bathed in the last day or so, but that’s not a problem ~ is it, shrimp?”

Even if he’d been able to lie and tell her it was a problem, his muffled protest would have been unintelligible. With her velvety pucker winking and pulsing against his lips, he clamped his eyes shut and put his mouth to work. Her musk was so powerful that it stung his sinuses, bitter notes danced over his taste buds, and his face was bathed in her fetid sweat. He despised her, her friends, the discomfort, and his embarrassment, though he hated himself more than anything or anypony else.

The enchantment was like a shackle on his mind, overriding his thoughts and feelings to fulfill the wishes of those around him. He’d been expressly told to enjoy himself, so that’s what he did - it was as simple as that. His stallionhood, though becoming less rigid by the second, oozed pre-cum, his balls ached, and the line between pain and pleasure grew increasingly blurred.

To make matters all the more confounding, the continual laughter and taunting of Izzy and her companions did nothing to aid his impotent rage - on the contrary, it was titillating. Be it from the hex, some psychological coping mechanism, or a combination of the two, being in such an intimate, if not mortifying, predicament with a trio of mares was more arousing than he ever thought it would be. In an act of defiance, acting of their own volition, his hips bucked upward.

The trio of unicorns stopped and fell silent, until Izzy prodded his nearly limp prick with her gargantuan stallionhood. “Mares, you know what that means…”

“Yeah, but I ain’t done yet,” Dreamy protested. “See if you can make him cum by smacking his nuts.”

Though Izzy didn’t reply, her actions spoke volumes. While she battered his balls with her behemoth, something hot and heavy settled against his right forehoof. He’d nearly forgotten that he was to give Primrose a hoof-job, yet the long, weighty length sliding over his upturned frog was a harsh reminder of what was expected of him.

Instinctively moving his foreleg, he blindly stroked the underside of Primrose’s shaft. The trio of bedicked mares were as bad - no, worse than anypony else he’d had the misfortune of meeting in Bridlewood, and they showed no signs of easing up. With his coin purse pummeled, he awkwardly jacked off Primrose while tongue bathing Dreamy’s backside.

The one small silver lining was that nopony from Maretime Bay could or, if he could help it, would know about the disgraceful, frankly bizarre exchange. Like a poetically cursed wish, he was mired in a threesome with a trio of passably attractive mares - no, it wasn’t in a way he would have wanted, but the enchantment throttling his mind ensured he wasn’t in complete misery. All his struggling, his desperate floundering to suppress his mounting bliss, was ultimately for nothing.

He crossed the threshold and went beyond it, passing the point of no return. His tender, beleaguered nuts snuggled up to his groin, a tremor moved up his limbs, and his voice hitched in his throat. Try as he might to hold himself back, a weak, pitiable groan escaped him as his seed spurted onto his abdomen.

The climax that seized him was his capitulation, as sure a sign as any that he had, in body at least, surrendered to the three. His ecstasy was wondrous and terrifying, compounding his dread and bliss in equal measure, but he knew this was only the beginning of his torment. Acting in concert, the trio started to move.

Primrose switched places with Izzy, hastily bringing her stallionhood to his entrance, while Dreamy got to her hooves and hopped off the bed. With their appetizer finished, and their appetites wetted, they readied themselves to get some real satisfaction. With his head tipped back and jaw opened, he was impaled from both ends.

The earthy flavors of ass were replaced by the salty tastes of pre-cum and sweaty, unwashed cock, though he scarcely paid them any mind. Until that moment, his behind had never been touched by anypony other than himself, so the sensation of a thick, meaty stallionhood grinding into him rocked him to his core. Doing his best to stay relaxed, he involuntarily clenched when Dreamy plunged into his gullet.

His throat spasmed, his eyes watered, and he gagged around the mare’s tool, but he wouldn’t - couldn’t fight her. For starters, his curse wouldn’t allow him to resist - secondly and just as prudently, considering how cruel the trio were, he had no doubt that any acts of defiance would make his situation exponentially worse. Taking breaths if and when he could, the smallest sips of air between Dreamy’s thrusts, he remained motionless.

A weight settled on his chest, pinning him down, before something hot blew on his flaccid stallionhood. He’d assumed that Izzy would sit back and spectate while she waited for her turn, or possibly have him give her a hoof-job, yet she seemed more interested in getting an up-close view of the action. Feeling her face rest on his package, he shivered.

“He is kinda cute,” Izzy glibly remarked, in all likelihood referring to his goods.

“Maybe - Huff - if we pretty him up a bit,” Primrose snarled as she gradually increased her pace. “Izz, don’t touch him or anything. I’m gonna see if I can fuck the cum out of him,” she laughed before quickly going silent. “I mean without making him cum.”

Inching forward, Dreamy hilted his muzzle and ground her cum-laden balls against his snout. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“Well I’m gonna plow him until he’s shooting blanks,” Izzy asserted. “Since you mares are making me go last, I’m gonna make sure he’s trotting funny for a week.”

“If he’s trotting at all,” Dreamy snorted.

Their chatter devolved into yet more snickering and tittering as they focused on using him. Dreamy was far rougher than the lecherous stallion had been, ravaging his throat without a care in the world, though Primrose was worse still. His pucker was strained to its limits, being drawn out and stuffed in with every plunge, and he felt as though it may break at any second - still, irrespective of his brutal treatment, he rebounded from his orgasm and sailed to a second. It would have taken him the better part of an hour to recover from blowing a load to get off again, ordinarily speaking, yet the sheer magnitude of the sensations overwhelming him was far too much for him to handle.

While he showed no outward signs of it, he could feel himself nearing his limit. A warmth blossomed in his abdomen, his heart thundered in his chest, and his mind drifted into a panicked haze as his lungs fruitlessly heaved. He was the trio’s plaything, their toy for the evening, and they’d been gracious enough to see that they weren’t the only ones having fun.

“Oh my gosh,” Izzy gasped as he came. “Holy cow! That was, like, super fast!”

“What’d ya - Nnnf - expect?” Primrose rumbled. Altering her plunges, she hammered against his p-spot. “Figured working his bitch-button would do the trick.”

Izzy shifted atop him. “Bitch-button?”

“Yeah,” Primrose grunted. “Makes little faggots like this cream themselves - then again, looking at that little button mushroom of his, he might actually be a mare.”

Being likened to a mare added yet another degrading layer to his humiliation, although there was something unique about the remark. A pang of excitement gripped him, cutting through the rapturous moras that overshadowed his thoughts, and backdoor spasmed. Regardless of its exact cause, the demeaning comment moved him in a way he couldn’t comprehend.

Steadily rutting his muzzle, Dreamy popped her medial ring past his lips. It didn’t take him long to figure out she was getting close, feeling her flare in his gullet, but there was nothing he could do to stop her. Giving his face a final, viscous plunge, she buried her length and piped a sweltering load of foal-batter into his stomach.

It was a small mercy that he was on the precipice of blacking out, his oxygen starved brain only barely clinging to the waking world, but he was rocked back to the present when Dreamy dragged her still pulsing length from his snout. The final gouts of her cum painted his face and chest, marking him and making him feel dirtier than ever, as Primrose bellowed out and sheathed herself in his ass.

The sensation of being bred was odd, and he genuinely couldn’t tell if that was a bad thing or not. Heat coursed through his depths, claiming him in a way that no sound stallion ever should be, while jizz spurted and seemed from around her throbbing cock. Primrose pulled out and shot the final ropes of her spunk over his nethers and belly, just as her friend had, until the flow of her virile essence had subsided.

“My turn…”

Sprout’s eyes widened when Izzy took Primrose’s place and brought her monstrous stallionhood to bear. He was lucky that she hadn’t been allowed to despoil him, though accommodating her wasn’t going to be easy. While he was thoroughly loose and lubed, his hole gaped slightly and leaking thick gobbets of cum, it wasn’t going to be easy for her to fit in his newly christened pucker - or so he thought.

In stark contrast to her usual happy-go-lucky demeanor, Izzy was the most barbaric of the three - that or she was particularly excited. Resting his fetlocks on her shoulders, she forced the blunt, battering ram-like tip of her shaft into him. The intrusion was insane, so intense that he brayed out and clutched the bed sheets in a death grip, but it came with one small benefit.

He came as soon as her prodigious cock-head snaked past his abused prostate, and his entire existence was drowned out in raw pleasure. The ecstasy consuming him was breathtaking, so wild that it threatened to shatter his sanity outright, although it was blunted by one simple, immutable fact - she’d only just begun to fuck him. Inch after impossible inch of her length snaked into his bowels, until her ripe, orange-sized nuts came to rest against his rear.

“I’m gonna start now ~ ok?” she glibly stated, heedless or uncaring of his awestruck state.

She didn’t wait for a response, simply giving him a small courtesy before she started to move. Due to the vice-like grip his backdoor had on her tool, he moved along with her. His body shifted forward and back, his eyes rolled wildly, and a continual string of incoherent, decidedly feminine mewling filled the air. It took him a moment to comprehend where the sound was coming from, largely in part because the voice was unfamiliar, but then it hit him, the crushing realization that he was listening to himself.

“She is really getting into it,” Primrose quipped.

Nodding in agreement, Dreamy slapped a forehoof to Sprout’s swaying, nearly emptied nuts. “Once we’re done with her, I think we need to update her wardrobe…”

It dawned on Sprout that they were referring to him, speaking of him as though he was a mare, though he wasn’t upset. The damage he was weathering went beyond the physical, more than just getting fucked and belittled, and the toll it took on his mind was horrifying. While Izzy’s tremendous medial ring ground his prostate to a pulp, the corners of his lips turned up.

Fact and fiction mingled as he slipped deeper and deeper into his depraved thoughts. Was this all some lurid dream, a concoction of his imagination, or was it actually happening - in the end, it made no difference. Hit with wave after wave of unfathomable rapture, he howled while he was plowed like some cheap, common whore.

There was a very good chance his consciousness would have ultimately faded, had Izzy not bellowed out when she eventually peaked. As opposed to Dreamy and Primrose, both of whom had shellacked him with a portion of their cum, the quirky unicorn made sure to deposit every seething drop of her essence as deeply as possible. He wearily lifted his head, drawn by the sound of his gurgling stomach, and froze.

His gut, once flat and featureless, had rounded around the unmistakable imprint of Izzy’s flared stallionhood. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, much less feeling, and it was more than he could bear. Grinning from ear to ear, he snickered then broke into a fit of manic laughter.

“One…two…” Izzy began while she dragged her cock free. “Three!”

With a wet pop, her engorged cock-head pulled clear of his ass. There was no way he could see the damage that he’d sustained, and he was thankful for that, but he knew it couldn’t have been good. His slack, gaped entrance gripped at nothing as it disgorged a torrent of viscous foal-batter down over his dock and to the floor. Even if he could recover, something he was unsure of, the mental scars of what he’d endured would last him a lifetime.

“See,” Primrose griped, motioning to his tush, “that is why you went last.”

Trotting over and between his legs, Dreamy smacked his enfeebled balls. “Now thank us, slut.”

“T…thanks,” he croaked, unable to look any of them in the eye.

“I gotta say, these things are fun!” Izzy cheerfully noted as waggled her hips and set her semi-rigid shaft to swaying beneath herself.

Primrose shrugged and looked Sprout over. “Yeah, but it’d be nice if she had a pair of tits - if she did, all three of us could go at her at once.”

“Yeah but - wait,” Dreamy started. “Sprout, I order you to grow us a pair of teats.”

Scrunching his snout, nonplussed and still reeling from the ordeal, he licked his lips. “H…how?”

“I dunno, use your earth pony magic or something,” Primrose answered, sounding just as uncertain as he felt. “It doesn’t matter really, but…”

The mares went quiet as a viridian glow worked its way down his legs and to his torso. There’d been no control over it, his sorcery acting with a mind of its own, and it granted their wish. As an ache developed in his lower abdomen, above his groin and below his cum-bloated stomach, the flesh around his nipples swelled.

The feeling of spontaneously and unwillingly budding a pair of teats wasn’t unpleasant, though it placed more weight on his already taxed brain. There was only so much anypony could go through before something broke, be it in their head or otherwise - for him, that moment came when Izzy reached out and ran a hoof over his bosoms.

“A…and…” she unsteadily began, “and you’re a mare now! No more stallionly stuff, mister!”

“That’s miss,” Dreamy corrected. Swinging her heavily-lidded gaze to Sprout’s face, she smirked. “Isn’t that right?”

“Y…yes,” he croaked.

“Good, now get out and give me one - no, two laps around Bridlewood. I want everypony to see that blown out cunt of yours,” Primrose giggled.

Easing himself - herself from the bed, Sprout got her hooves beneath her and immediately collapsed. Though her strength was gone, bled from her throughout the ordeal, her legs refused to disobey the command she’d been given. With the cold wind gracing her exposed, seed-slathered depths, ignoring the cooling jizz on her face and chest, she shambled to the exit.

None of the mares followed him, too busy chatting about what they’d just done or conspiring about what they would do in the future, though Izzy called out to Sprout. “See you tomorrow - actually, just come over when you get up! I’ve heard that morning wood thing stallions get can be a real pain in the neck!”

“Ass in or throat in her case, but she’ll figure that out soon enough,” Primrose murmured, making no attempt to conceal her amusement.

Sprout didn’t look back as she drifted through the living room and to the front door. Every part of her hurt in some way or another, merely trotting took herculean effort, and she left a snail trail of jizz in her wake, though she was numb on an existential level. She’d been remade in both body and mind, forced into a role she’d never wanted, and she was sure that the harassment she’d been suffering was only going to get worse from here on out.

Trotting out and closing the door behind herself, she hung her head and peeked down her chest. She was an absolute mess, and she needed to get home before anypony spotted her, but all she could do was dumbly stare at her bloated belly and little breasts hanging from her abdomen. Less than a week had passed since she’d gotten to Bridlewood, and her instincts told her that she’d only scratched the surface of what she’d be put through…