The cloptastic adventures of pony Mick in pony Wonderland

by Sc1zo

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Comedy
Length: 17337

Human Mick wakes up as pony in Equestria and tries finding a way back. Mix of comedy and mature.

STORY:
Mick, a regular human 18 y old, has sa sudden surprise as he wakes up.
He has been turned into a pony and has to find a way to get back to his own form.
Also he somehow woke up in Equestria.
During his search he meets some familiar faces and has some interesting *cough* interactions *cough* with them.
Mostly a humor coloured story with many mature elements.

BACKSTORY/ABOUT:
This story was written by me and a friend as birthday present for another friend.
He turned 18 and we decided to hide a Paysafe code in there so he would have to read it.
I decided for a clop theme because of two reasons: he turned 18 and he hates reading this kind of stuff ^^
Some other people have read it and said I should post it here so… Tadaaa.
Some jokes are a bit more inside jokes, but they can be appreciated by everyone I think.

ENJOY!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-22 21:38:12 UTC

Chapter 1: Pink and blue

Chapter 1: Pink and blue

Mick opened his eyes again. The sun was now right above him, he must have been out for a while. He still remembered his last moments and glanced down again, seeing that it wasn’t a dream. He jiggled his hind legs a bit to make sure he could still move them.

“Legs…I mean hind legs, check… at least they’re still working. Now for the rest of the limbs…”

After a complete check-up, he took it’s time to stand up, being surprised how easy it went. Standing up he took the time to stretch everything out, since sleeping on the ground wasn’t as comfortable as you might think. Still, a thing needed to be tested. Mick looked at his back and made his wings move up and down a bit.

“Ok… I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but at least I got wings… So I should be able to fly…Let’s do this!”

Spotting a small clearing in the forest he sets himself up for a starting sprint.

“Please let this work, please let this work”

Repeating this mantra he started to gallop as fast as he could. Joy overwhelmed him as he felt his hoofs leaving the ground, looking down he saw the ground about 15 cm below him.

“Oh my god, I can fly! I CAN FLY! YOLO bitches, I can fly! Zero bucks given today, I can fly!”

His joy was shamefully stopped short as he crashed into a sturdy oak tree.  As stars danced into his vision, he imagined laughter like people were laughing at him. Still blaming his possible concussion for this, he ignores it and shakes his head.

“Ouch, not really a good start… Better get back to bed or find a doctor or something…”

Mick rubs his head and as he tries to stand up, gets pinned against the tree again by a pink flash.

“Oh my, that looked like SO much fun, why did you fly into a tree? I know of pegasi flying into clouds and stuff, but trees…Hihihi… so silly. Did you do it to see those funny dancing stars? I sometimes bang my head against the wall to see them, pretty colours and stuff, you know… but, you’re all right right?”

Mick looked up and felt his jaw drop from surprise. Right in front of him, in flesh and blood, stood his favorite pony: Pinkie Pie. His mouth went dry and he needed to blink a couple of times before it sank in.His body trembling all over.  He shook his head, not helping his dizziness, and wetted his lips to reply.

“You…you’re Pinkie Pie. I can’t believe it! You’re really her! Oh man, nobody is going to believe me when I tell them about this!” Mick blushed a bit as he noticed his own rambling: “Euhm, sorry. Got a bit carried away there. I’m Mick, pleasure to meet you.”

Pinkie smiled and dropped on her back, laughing hard. How hard little Mick tried, his eyes were drawn to the area underneath her tail. A faint glimpse enough to make his blush even deeper and  his heart racing. He looked a bit away as she watched him again.

“Well, pleasure to meet you Mick, but I think it’s quite clear you are who is most pleased at the moment.”

When she saw Micks blank face, Pinkie giggled behind her hoof and used the other to point at his wings. They were fully erect, even pulsing a bit by the sudden blood flow.

“Oh god, I have the weirdest boner right now! Don’t look at it!”

Pinkie couldn’t take it anymore, his blushing and failing attempts to fold his wings back such a ridiculous sight that she always knew to appreciate. Even though Mick glanced a bit embarrassed  and angry it took her a while to recover.

“Hahaha, really, you are SO lucky  it was me who found you. You don’t want to know what my friends would have done if they saw you like that. They would be shocked, but for me…”

Pinkie stood up and  trotted closer, using her fluffy tail to caress his erect wings. “ … it looks like fun.”

A witty remark dries up on his tongue as his blood is steadily being drained from his brains to other body parts. “Euhm, well, … fun”

Pinkie giggles softly,  letting her tail go up and down his wings, looking eagerly down to Micks groin. “Fun…well, depends…  Something must react first before fun can be had…”

With these soothing words Mick can’t control it anymore, feeling his blood fueling another part of his body until it trembles with anticipation. Looking down he was surprised to see it must have grown about seven inches.

Pinkie smiled widely seeing his erect member and instead of continuing her actions, as Mick was praying for, she started hopping around him. “I win, I win, I win,…. I am like SO good with this game. “

Mick looked down on his throbbing member before looking at Pinkie Pie. Repressing the urge to just force her on his Mick Stick, he shook his head to think clear again and to force some blood back in his brains.

“Wait…game? Are we not…you know…continuing?”

Pinkie stopped hopping around in midair and floated to him before landing again.

“Continuing? Are you loco in the coco? Misses Cake would be very angry if we continued!”

“Misses Cake, what does she have to do with this? We’re all alone!”

“Well, I learned this game from mister Cake. He said I had to touch him all around and if his thingy went up, I had won. He is SUCH a good loser. He always smiles then and goes to his hobby room afterwards. I always get some free pie when he gets back. IT IS SO GREAT! The only rule was that I don’t tell miss Cake about it, otherwise I would lose…”

Pinkie suddenly looked very serious at Mick, her eyes wide with realization:

“You’re not going to tell miss Cake about this right! I don’t want to lose, I HATE losing! You got to Pinkie promise me! Please!”

Mick looked down on Pinkie clamping at his hoof, big puppy eyes awaiting his answer. Though he could only think about how lucky that mr Cake is and congratulate his smarts, Micks kind nature auto replied before he could take full advantage of the situation.

“Sure, I’ll keep my mouth shut. Pinkie promise. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye”

Pinkie jumped up, kind of similar to a releasing spring, and hugged him tight. Something that wasn’t helping to get rid of his raging erection.

“Oh, thank you! I don’t want to lose my winning streak! If there is any way I could help, you just ask all right?”

Mick looked down to his erect member and had a hard time choosing between letting her ride him or asking for help to get back home. He could swear he felt his balls shrimp when he decided to go for the second option.*

“Actually, there is something you could help me with… I’m kinda stuck here and I need a powerfull unicorn that knows a lot to help me get back home. So I was wondering if…”

“Oh you need Twilight then!” Pinkie interrupted him, releasing him from her grip at the same time.

“She is like the smartest unicorn I know! She even knows why the sky is blue and some ponies have babies and others don’t! She even knows why foals like Cinnamon Crunch that much! She lives just in the library of Ponyville, you can meet her there!”

“Euhm…ok, but where exactly is the library…or even Ponyville? I’m lost around here.”

Pinkie looked at him quizzically for about nine seconds  before answering. “Euhm…you do know we’re just in Ponyville Parc right? The exit towards the town square ,and a bit further the library, is just behind those trees.” She pointed towards the trees he saw when he had just awoken. Mick now noticed some roofs visible through the treetops. “ Wow, you must have hit your head pretty hard to forget that. Well, either way, I’m off! Mr Cake dared me to play the game again this afternoon and I’m going to win…AGAIN! So see you later! Bye!”

Mick keeps watching Pinkie until she disappeared  in some shrubbery. Turning his gaze to the recently indicated way he finally had a plan to get back to the human world. Find Twilight Sparkle and explain everything!

As he trotted through the bushes he felt a sharp pain as he thought back at Pinkie Pie. Was it heart ache? Shame? No, it was something he never experienced before….

Blue balls can be a bitch.

Chapter 2: Nothing beats home-made dinner...

Chapter 2: Nothing beats home-made dinner…

Mick made his way through the town square and cursed. The town square was filled with booths and ponies as it seemed to be some kind of fair. His only experience with real life ponies was Pinkie Pie moments before and now he had to deal with hundreds again squeezed into a small area. His stomach rumbled as some scents made their way into his nostrils, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten in a long time.  Mick kept pressing onwards trough the tide of ponies and tried to ignore the hunger. Yes, he wanted food, but he didn’t have any bits to spend. He smirked at that thought, as he was as poor now as in his human life. No, better to keep on trotting and find Twilight and return to that fridge and cupboards full of food at home. Reassured, Mick picked up the pace again. How hard could it be to find a library?

Apparently…very hard. After what seemed like an eternity, Mick sat down between some random market booths. He had trotted around for quite some time but in some magical way he always found himself returning at his starting point. The press of bodies disorientating him. He had thought about flying above, but it was to crowded to even unfold his wings without knocking over merchandise in a boot or wingslapping some random pony. Tired and hungry he looked at the ponies passing by, noticing the large amount of earth ponies in the crowd. He sighed as it became clear that he would have to wait for the herd to thin out before being able to make way again. His stomach rumbled again and he rubbed his belly in response.

“Howdy partner, seems like ya could use som’thing sweet in that belly of yours. Care for some special hoof made apple pies or apple fritters? Or just anything darn well on this counter here?”

Mick looked up and was taken by the pony smiling down on him. Her orange pelt, freckled face and straw coloured manes bound in a ponytail covered with a brown cowboy hat. Of all the boots he could have sat next to, he had chosen Applejacks… his favourite background pony.

“Wait…you’re Applejack! Element of honesty right? I can’t believe I am meeting you here in this crowd! Wow!”

Applejack blushes slightly, being recognized was still pretty new to her even though she helped save Equestria multiple times.

“Well, shucks stranger… Yeah, I’m all o that but just call me Applejack ‘right? I don’t wanna have all dem fancy titles everything a pony meets me. I’m just a local mare doing what must be done. But thank you for recognizing me… much appreciated.”

Mick still looked at her in amazement “Wow, you look better in real than in the sho… I mean the papers! I did’t like the freckles then but seeing them now…yeah, you make them work! Even the …” Mick notices AJ getting a bigger blush and stops his rambling. His sudden flair of fanboyism doused by the realization he is ACTUALLY talking to her, not arguing about her with a fellow brony. “Ow…sorry, I got a bit carried away there.”

Applejack notices her hoof scraping the ground in circles after the compliments and holds it still again with some willpower. The blush on her cheeks deepens and to Micks surprise her freckles are even cuter when she’s blushing.

“Again, thank you kindly stranger… But it seems I’m at a disadvantage here. I don’t know where y’all from, but down here we start by introducin’ ourselves before making up some fancy smancy sweettalk.”

“Ow…I’m sorry.” Mick cleared his throat. “Hello Applejack, I’m Mick. A Pegasus from the hu… I mean very far away. I’m kind of passing through. Pleasure to meet you.”

Applejack notices his hesitation about his whereabouts but has zero interest in that. “Well then Mick, you’re in quite some luck. This is the harvest fair in Ponyille and me and my family produce the best apples in whole of Equestria! So, what do ya say partner? Care for a bite? I’ll even make a nice an fair price cuz you’re so…polite.”

Micks stomach growls at just the mentioning of food. Mick blushes slightly as he rubs his belly and looks Applejack in the eyes. “I’m… I’m very flattered miss Applejack, truly I am…but it seems I don’t have any bits on me. But believe me, I’m not that hungry, really! I’ll manage.” As if the blushing wasn’t enough to see through his lie, his stomach grumbled again. Some passing by ponies even turned to look and seeing a mare and stallion blushing at each other in a secluded spot, swiftly decided to canter on. Applejack notices the staring ponies and blushes even deeper.

“Oh really? Euhm, how about this? You can help me selling my goodies and I’ll give you some food in return? What do ya say partner, deal?”

Mick sees AJ spit in her hoof and holding it out. Without missing a heartbeat he repeats the action and shakes her hoof firmly.

“Deal! I just hope we both fit in your booth, it’s pretty small.”

AJ blushed as she looked Mick in the eye.

“Don’t worry, we’ll just have to stand close to each other partner… An’ I don’t mind at all…”

Chapter 3: ... except maybe for some dessert.

Chapter 3: ... except maybe for some dessert.

Chapter 3: … except maybe for some dessert.

“Wow, I can’t believe how much we’ve sold, Applejack! Just look at all those bits”

Micks words were not in vain. In just a few hours they had sold out all the sweet delicacies  Sweet Apple Acres had to offer and filled AJ’s safe with bits.

“Yeah, ya’re damn right partner…but we could’ve sold more if ya hadn’t eaten that whole apple pie. Woooheee, you must’ve been darn hungry to gobble it up and ask for more.”

“Well, I’m sorry but you are to blame for that. That pie was simply delicious! You really outdone yourself there Applejack.”

Applejack blushed at the compliments, something she had done plenty during the whole time together.

“Thank you Mick…. But actually Granny made those pies.  I’ll tell her ya said that. She’ll be mighty glad to hear that. Thanks for helping me sell all o’ this.”

Mick wanted to look Applejack in the eyes, but she looked down a bit and blushed again. Feeling something weird was going on and being ignorant of anything females do, pony or human, Mick struggled what could be the problem.

“It wasn’t a problem AJ…. Really. Euhm. Sorry again for bumping into your flanks all the time. I just had too little space to turn. “ Mick also remembered the time he wanted to pick something up and nudged his head against her plot. AJ had just galloped away and returned soaking wet one minute later. She must have been furious and had to cool down… better not to bring it up again before she did.

Aj looked up into Micks eyes and seeing he was truly sorry, smiled. Mick somehow found her posture to be more certain now, like she had made up her mind over something.

“I didn’t mind at all sugarcube…not at all. Say, since you’re a really hungry fellow seeing you eating that pie and all…I kinda wondered if…you wanted to help me get my stuff back to Sweet Apple Acres and we could…euhm… do dessert or something.

Mick cheered up immediately. Wow, a chance to see the farm for real, AJ again talking to him AND dessert! This couldn’t get any better! Even though it would mean going even further from the library than when he started,  he would be able to find his way back and the town square should be less crowded by then.

“Wow,  ofcourse I want that AJ! I’d be a fool to say no to that.”

Applejacks shoulders dropped as the stress left her body. Her heart was still beating but at least now she knew her thoughts about him were right. She now even dared to sneak a peek at his plot as he was clearing the bottom shelves.

“Hey AJ, what’s for dessert anyhoofs?”

Applejack smiled as she stared at his plot and her thoughts drifted away.

“Nothing special…just my sweet apple pie…”

The sun was already low on the horizon when Mick and Applejack pulled the cart through the Sweet Apple Acres gate.

Mick looked again at AJ. Applejack had been quiet most of the times, her gaze somehow glassy like her mind was somewhere else and her face getting a bit redder the closer they came to their destination.  Apart from that, he felt her staring at him when he looked around and a scent hung around her. A scent he couldn’t quite place anywhere. Whatever it was, it smelled strangely nice and dulled his thoughts a bit.

“Well…welcome to Sweet Apple Acres partner! Home of the best apples in Equestria  and  our unique Zap Apples!”

“And don’t forget home of the best bakers as well. Those ponies loved your cooking.”

Applejack blushed and threw a quick glance at Mick, who was still looking around in surprise.  Her timing was perfect. The sun was setting and her other family members were at the dinner table at the moment or cleaning themselves up. The barn would be empty and free of any chance Big Mac or Applebloom would see them. Applebloom would just snitch her out and Big Mac…well, she was still his little, innocent foal sister to him. Her he wouls not touch, but Mick on the other hoof…

“Well, partner, Just need to haul the cart to yonder barn over there and then we can get to the…euhm… *cough*… dessert. .”

Mick turned to her and for the first time during their travel looks her in the eyes. “The barn, wouldn’t it be easier to have dessert  in the farmhouse? Not that I’m complaining, I’ve been looking forward to your pie the whole way, but wouldn’t that be more comfortable?

Applejack looked around a bit, trying to win some time . Failing to find a proper explanation, she puts on her best lying face .

“Well, euhm, schucks… the…euhm… GRANNY SMTH, she’s sick. Yes, sick  as a frog in winter, barking like a dog an’ such. If we go there we might wake her up…Can’t have that, can we? Besides, there’s enough soft straw in the barn to make ourselves comfortable… “

Mick notices the strange face but decides to ignore it. He’s still a guest and shouldn’t be disrespectful.  He tried to shrug but found his new pony body wasn’t able to perform the action.

“Ok, not a problem. Let us start by putting this cart away, It’s starting to strain my wings a bit.”

Applejack just looks at him and nods, leading the way to the barn.  She smiles as she realizes she never had taken a lover inside the farm house. Always the barn. It was about four months ago when she had her last lover there…  She always picked them carefully, stallions who would keep their mouths shut and wouldn’t be around for too long… Mick fitted perfectly.

Mick was stretching his wings as Applejack pushed the cart to it’s usual place. His wings had been pressed together in the yoke and he didn’t want to look like a foal next to AJ. Being unable to rub them at the base, he had to try to stretch it out.

“Need some help with that partner?”

Mick looked back and saw Applejack standing right behind him. He noticed something strange about her, but took a second to find exactly what. Her hat was gone and her ponytail loosened, so her manes were hanging freely along her right shoulder. The only time Mick had seen her like this was in poorly drawn clop drawings, making him regret he even saw them. On the other hoof, looking at Applejack now, he could understand why people liked it. His mind linked some seen pictures with the scene he was looking at now and he felt blood going to his cheeks and wings again.

“Euhm… actually, I am fine…just fine. Stretching out the old wings and all that, hehe.”

Applejack came closer, the scent he smelled earlier now thick around her.

“Well sugarcube, you’re even a worse liar than me. I think you are in need o’ a good old fashion back rubbin’. So why don’t ya lay down there on those hay bales and  I can give you a reward for all the help today?”

Applejack awaited Micks response, but after a few seconds of silence trotted to his front. She sighed as she saw him frozen in place. ‘Great, another first timer’, she thought. At least his wings were still erect and his nostrils flaring, always a good sign. After a quick glance between his legs, she smiled as she saw she had had more effect on him than she had hoped.

Applejack laid a hoof around Micks neck and pulled his frozen face closer to hers, rubbing her nose against his and letting her lips hover mere inches away  from his.

“Looky here sweety, I know what y’all are thinking. Problem is, if you’re staying frozen like a statue, no fun will be had. So I’d mightly appreciate it if ya moved and get that popsicle of yours in my oven.”

Micks body took over. His mind was still racing over the question if he should buck a pony or not, but the scent, sound and touch of Applejack broke through the mental lock. He felt his member throbbing as he laid his hoof around her neck and pulling her closer, covering the few inches their lips were apart and kissing her passionately. He felt her body tense as their lips touched.

The world around them stood still. All that matters where their lips touching, feeling the others breath on their face and the warmth of their hooves around their neck. After what seemed like eternity, Applejack teasingly bit his lip and drew back a bit, looking at Mick with luscious eyes and blush at her cheeks. She swiftly wiped the string of saliva that connected them both away, looking in his eyes.

“Now that we got ya movin’ around again, how ‘bout we go to those haystacks and you can eat my sweet apple pie as I promised.”

Micks heart was about to burst as he followed Applejack. He felt hypnotized by the wiggling of her plot as they trotted on. Absent mindedly he felt his stallionhood dangle between his hindlegs. When they came to a stop, Applejack turned around and pulled him closer for another kiss. Willingly he obeyed and kissed her back. Surprised he felt her tongue lick against his teeth and as he opened his mouth his mind crashed down again. Feeling her slightly rough tongue massaging his, Mick closed his eyes and laid a hoof around her again, pulling her closer eagerly.

As his mind was focused on the kiss, he felt his body fall, the contact with Applejack broken he opened his eyes in panic. Panic not caused by the falling but by the sudden stop to their deep kiss. He found himself looking up, straw prickling in his back and AJ standing above him. However, her eyes weren’t focused on his face at all. All her focus had gone to what stood proud between his hindlegs. His stallionhood presented itself to her in his full glory.

Mick felt himself tense as he saw Applejacks hoof gently moving closer, a small groan escaping his closed lips as her hard hoof touched his shaft.

“Hmmmm, not bad, not bad…I’ve seen better in ma days but it’ll do…” Applejack looked up in Micks eyes as she started moving her hoof up and down gently. Mick moaned a bit louder and closed his eyes, as the look AJ gave him would alone be enough to make him orgasm.

“Seems you’re enjoyin’ it partner. You must be really pent up, seeing y’all be this hard already. Haven’t had a mare in a long time, haven’t we?”

Mick wanted to nod but his eyes flashed open again as he felt a warm, wet sensation running over his penis. First going from his balls to the top, following the vein along his erect member.

When Mick looked down, he saw Applejack finishing the lick and opening her mouth wide to, moments later, envelop the top of his stallionhood in her mouth. Mick tasted hot blood in his mouth as he hadn’t noticed he was biting his lip the whole time, the latest sight and sensation making him bite even deeper to repress more moans. With a grunt he dropped down on his back, trying his best to not orgasm right away as he felt AJ gradually going down a bit further, using her tongue to massage and lick his top at the same time. He might have been a first timer, but she certainly wasn’t!

Mick felt a warm sensation building up. This at least was familiar from the many times he had explored his own body.

“Hnnnng…AJ…. I…about to…AUCH!”

Hearing these words, Applejack had bitten down on Micks erect member, swiftly releasing her grip on it and pulling back her head. With a luscious look she looked at Mick clasping his erect member and squinting in pain, only to swat his hoofs away from it.

“Now listen up sweety! I got mah needs as well and I’ll be a darn hardy duck goofball if you are the only pony here getting all the fun. I think it’s time for you to taste mah apple pie! Otherwise you’ll have had three orgasms by the time I get any!”

Applejack jumped up landed next to Mick, a small cloud of hay straws blocking his view and making Mick sneeze. Instead of a ‘gesündheit’ he felt himself pushed of the hay, making his face twist in pain again as he felt his still erect member getting crushed beneath his legs.

Looking up with a harsh curse on his tongue, he quickly swallowed it in when he saw the sight Applejack had provided for him.

As the last rays of sunshine shine through the windows, they seem to focus on Applejack, laying on her back on the hay bales.  Her hind legs opened wide, the sunlight glistening on the fluid coming out of her wet marehood. While licking her lips, Aj uses a hoof to open it up a bit, revealing the sensitive pink flesh hidden in her erotic threshold.

“What are you waiting for partner? A written invitation? Dessert is served, come taste my sweet apple pie, honey…”

Still a bit precautious Mick crawls closer, his mind foggy by the intoxicating smell and blood flowing away from his brains. As a farmer first entering a big city, Mick stared at the wide open marehood in amazement. Seeing every little drop of fluid, fold of the pinkish skin and the fine line where her pelt ended.  Slowly he puts his head closer, breathing heavily of the heavenly smell and burying his nuzzle in her marehood. Uncertain of what to do next, as his knowledge on the subject was only from what his computer screen could show, he licked her marehood slowly. Taking his time to go from the bottom part to top. The taste of Applejacks juices spurring him on to faster movement.

Mick looked up from his treat and saw Applejack looking at him, her breathing heavy and fast. Her orange pelted, freckled face slightly more read and her manes hanging wildly over her shoulders. Small moans escaping from her lips, she smiled as she saw him looking up.

“Nice…going sugar…cube. Now get really…stuck in there, don’t…hold back.”

Mick wanted to smile back at her but felt a sudden press into the back of his head, pushing his nuzzle against her marehood. Applejack had crossed her hind legs and used it to pin Micks face against her forbidden parts. Normally Mick hates being pushed, but now he eagerly obeyed her wishes. His tongue lashing out again and again to take in more of the precious liquid and greedily gobble it up, his actions accompanied by moans from Applejack.

Mick felt the pressure loosen up a bit, a hoof going tenderly through his manes. Mick looked up at Applejack watching him. Her eyes inviting him to move further, her hoof supporting by pulling his head up for a long kiss. Her juices mixing up with her saliva in a sweet concussion that tasted like nectar for Mick. His excitement only grew when he felt his still erect member rub against her wet and inviting slit. Applejack gently laid her hoof on his chest, letting it slowly  go down his body. Micks heart was about to burst as he felt her hoof connecting to his penis, moving it into position to enter her.  She breaks the kiss and lays her head on his shoulder, licking his ear teasingly.

“Ride me cowboy… ride me till the cows come home”

Mick thrusts his hips forward gently, not wanting to hurt her. Feeling how tight she was and hearing a soft, repressed groan, he paused for a moment.  The inner parts of Applejack pulsing around his member giving a heavenly sensation, something he never had experienced with his own hands. Not even good old lefty could beat this feeling.

“You’re so tight…hot… can I… can I move again?”

Mick felt Applejack nod more than he could see it. A moan of approval spurring him to go on. A soft bite in his neck making Mick clear he could move on.

Mick pressed on further, his own breathing now going almost symmetrical with Applejacks. He pressed on until his balls pressed against her plot. Remaining still for a moment he bit down on Applejacks neck gently.

“Is it…is it all in, sweety?”

Mick nodded and licked her neck gently, feeling his member throb inside her and her body welcoming it with soft squeezes and more lubricating fluids.

“You can move…gentle… I’m still tight…been a while…” Applejack licked his ear and nibbled his ear softly: “Gently…”

Mick slowly pulled out three quarters of his length, each inch followed with a small hiss of pleasure from Applejack. After standing still for a few seconds he thrusts his hips forward, a long moan guiding his movement. Mick grinned as he felt Applejacks marehood suck him in, her body releasing more lubricant to make his movements easier.  He grunted as he struggled a few cycles to find a comfortable rhythm, but closing his eyes in relief as he found a rhythm they both could enjoy. His thrusts met with counter thrusts from Applejack, giving him a more true and deeper sensation.  The moaning of the lovers spurring each other to a higher pace.

Suddenly, Applejack pulled him closer. Pressing herself against him and making a small acrobatic roll, surprising Mick with her strength. Mick now felt straw roughing up the pelt of his back, looking up to a most beautiful scene. Applejack sitting on top of him, her manes very wild and little straws of hay stuck in her manes. He would never know how, but she had her cowboy hat back on. She lays a hoof on his chest, refusing him to sit upright, while she positioned herself better.

“Nice ride sugarcube…but let me now show you how we do it on the farm…”

Applejack lifts herself up until Mick was barely inside her, giving him a small grin before she drops down at him again. The motion gave Mick a mixture of pain and joy he had never felt before. The pain of a body dropping heavy on you, but with the most noble of intents. Mick looked down at his groin, enjoying the view of his stallionhood disappearing in her time after time. He tries to lay his hoofs on her flanks to let her go at a slower pace, but she just swats them away. It was clear that Mick wasn’t in charge…thinking of it, he never was. Still, no complaints could be uttered as he lost himself in the sensation.  His  senses focusing down to his stallionhood entering her rapidly in a world of moans and groans of pleasure.

Applejack screamed as she picks up the pace, something Mick never thought was possible. Her long experience on the farm and rodeo circuit giving her exceptional abilities in the fields of pleasure as well.

“Almost there… give it all partner… Buck this apple good…”

Mick felt her marehood tighten, making his own resistance to cum futile. His body acting on it’s own, he grabbed Applejack firmly by the flanks and pressed her down as hard as possible. With a loud groan, like a Timberwolf intimidating a prey, he released his load into Applejack. His sticky, huge load first filling her marehood, mixing with her own juices, before pouring out. Mick felt his balls and inner thighs getting drenched by it. He was too pent up, the teasing of Pinkie earlier and now with Applejack. A true river of semen comes out, faintly he heard Applejack scream through his foggy mind. As he feels his load finally coming in smaller bursts, exhaustion kicks in. His breathing now rapid and shallow as if he had nearly drowned and just breached the water surface again.

Mick turns his head, he had felt Applejack dismounting him and he could clearly feel the heat of her next to him. His lips were ready for a kiss, but seeing how she looks at him made him wince. The face moments before a picture of lust and joy now looked a bit…angry?

“Euhm…anything wrong? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“Did you really had to scream like that? I mean… really partner, a bit of them ol’ screams and moans…but THAT loud? What if my brother heard that? Or Applebloom?”

Applejack blushes a bit and shakes her head.

“But yes, I did enjoy it… it was way too long. It’s just missing a final detail.”

Mick again felt himself being pushed towards her, somehow she had again found a way to get a hoof in his neck. Still, no complaints as he felt her lips touch his. Tenderly he embraces her while trying to show his own affection in the kiss. Micks thoughts were light and pleasant, his world seemed complete and nothing could break him away from his new found love.

“Hey little whipper snapper, if ya are done bucking ma grandchild ova’ there, mind to get a piece o’ ma apple pie?”

Mick broke the kiss quickly to look at who spoke. Standing just besides the hay bales was a green, old pony with silver hair. Granny Smith! Wasn’t she supposed to be ill? Seeing that she was now showing her plot to him proudly, lifting her tail up high.

“This oven could use a good dustin’ too… if ya know what I mean?”

Micks mind broke down, the sight of an elderly pony offering herself causing him to go in a mental breakdown. The next thing he knew was that he was sitting on a cloud above Ponyville and his manes are dripping wet. Everytime he closes his eyes, the image of Granny Smith popped into mind. It was only when the sun popped his head above the horizon that Mick falls to sleep due to exhaustion. His dreams holding something between a nightmare and dream as in his mind Applejack and Granny Smith switched places constantly. His last thought was that he wished what exactly happened … .

Chapter 4: Wet in a good way

Chapter 4: Wet in a good way

Mick blinked as he opened his eyes. He yawns as he stretches his aching muscles, enjoying the feeling of freedom again. He thinks back about yesterday, but remembering how the evening ended, he blocks it off again. Still he needed to see if he was ok. Who knows what he might have done yesterday?

He looked carefully at his hooves and down his front legs. He repeated his study, exploring every part of his body and sighed relieved when he found nothing unusual. The one unusual thing he found was at his groin, his pelt knit together  by the dried up fluids of yesterday. Aside from feeling weird, the smell was terrible. Squinting as another whiff drifted in his nostrils, he looks over the edge of the cloud. The cloud had drifted just a small distance during the time he’d slept. He first saw the spa as a viable option to wash it away, but entering there would be awkward. Scouting around he spotted his only option left: a small pond near the edge of Everfree Forest. The lake seemed to be too crowded, many ponies apparently spending the beautiful day there. The only danger would be that the pond was near Fluttershy’s cottage, the sounds of the animals prone to be there could reveal him. He would die if he scared Fluttershy off with his bathing. Still, it was the only reasonable safe option left. Determined now, Mick stands up and glides down towards the pond.

Mick arrived in a small clearing next to the pond, his landing not so gentle as he wasn’t adjusted to it yet. His left wing had brushed against a branch and was now stinging annoyingly. There was no blood or serious injury, but still the ruffled feathers had given away the spot of impact. Annoyed, he folded his wings and sneaked to some packed reeds near the waterside, still not sure if somepony had seen him.

Mick sat still for a moment, letting his gaze spy over the pond. It seemed like nopony was around. The lake itself was surrounded by reeds, making it more secluded  than he had hoped. From a birds perspective he had seen the lonely pond but not the helpful plants around it. The only thing stirring was a small family of ducks and the occasional fish  going up to catch a bug.

With a big smile Mick jumped in the water, closing his mouth just before his head went under. He resurfaces with the big smile still on his face, spitting out water. His manes still a bit strange to him, he had to take a moment to realize they were hanging in his eyes. Giggling he wipes them away and enjoys his bath. The water was pleasantly chill, the cold numbing his pains and making his stallionhood tingle. As his attention turns back to this special organ memories of last night came back…the good parts at least.

Making sure he made zero sound, he started washing himself. Letting the water work its magic on his groin as he rubbed to get the nods out.  For the first time, Mick had the chance to look at his new penis. At least, what was visible at the moment. Differing from the human anatomy, this penis was shafted inside his body. What he sees now is just the exit, just a fraction of what he had seen earlier.  Knowing this in the human world would be weird, but now… it is normal…right? (editorial note: I studied biology, I have an excuse)

Carefully he prodded it with his hoof, testing it out. The sensation was pleasurable, but a bit less effective as Mick was used to in his human form. He can’t resist smiling as he thinks back to his seven hour masturbation marathon he once held. Good times, good times, … .

Pausing for a moment, Mick looked around  if he was still alone. The duck family had retreated in the reeds somewhere, their quacking revealing their position. Sighing happily he returned his attention to his special spot. He starts rubbing the area around the shaft, moaning softly as he started to feel good. Even though his body yearns him to close his eyes and enjoy more, Mick kept his eyes on the target.  He kept on rubbing until he finally got what he wanted. Slowly, he saw his penis unsheathing. A large tip, designed to open up to release his seed, followed by a long shaft. Panting lightly now, Mick moved his hoof up. To his surprise it was a lot more sensitive than he was used to. Moaning softly, he started rubbing it, the hard horn of his hoof somehow gently caressing his sensitive parts. Slowly he closed his eyes, wanting to savour the feeling in its fullest, not disturbed by the outside world of sounds and smells. His mind started recalling memories of pictures he had seen as a human. Sure, he tells everyone at home he doesn’t enjoy clop or even watch it....but the truth couldn’t be further. His mind showing him a real buffet of clop pictures he likes, some masterpieces which combined fine drawing art with the carnal sensation of lust. Fluttershy chained invitingly at town square, several indications of earlier sex acts still visible. Pinkie Pie offering a special kind of cream pie.

Yes...these mental pictures would do. Smiling he added some experience with the library of mental filth, the gentle dance of lust he had enjoyed last night with Applejack. Mick started stroking harder, feeling the familiar tension building up again. Grunting, he stroked harder, letting last nights actions play as a movie in his mind. He tried to recall the scents, movements, tastes. He could even swear that he softly heard Applejacks voice, asking some unimportant question. He kept on stroking as he tried to link the sentence to a location....a scene.

Clopping harder every second, he knew he would orgasm if he could link it. He knew it, it was at the tip of his... euhm...tongue. The gentle timbre of her voice, carrying her cuteness through the medium of air, he remembered a look... a gentle, caring look. Like she was worried... scared even maybe.

Wait... Applejack scared? Micks clopping went harder and harder as he came closer to solving the riddle. His mind raced to clear the picture. The look gaining details... her fine fur, her heavenly blue eyes. Wait...blue? Applejack has green eyes! The only pony he knows with blue eyes are...

A scream echoed in the air, followed by a huge splash of water enveloping Mick.  The sudden flash of coldness stroking his erect member sent Mick of over the edge, releasing his load with a loud groan. After a few seconds of furious shooting, Mick opened his eyes lazily. It didn’t take too long before they were open and wide with surprise. In front of him, mere inches of his trembling remains of rock hard penis, was Fluttershy. Her eyes shimmering, making it clear she was close to crying. Her gaze was fixed on Micks stallionhood in pure disbelief. Her face covered in his semen, numerous spludges still clinging in her manes, failing a match with gravity as they slowly dripped down.

Micks eyes crossed hers, still no words spoken. Slowly she runs a hoof through her manes, putting it in front of her. Her gaze momentarily skimming over her hoof, now covered in his sperm. With even bigger eyes of disbelief, something Mick hadn’t thought possible, she locked eyes with Mick again.

Mick felt his blood go back to his brains, passing by his face to make it as red as possible. He felt ashamed, guilty,... but strangely enough aroused..... As the moment kept going on, Mick felt like he had to say something. Who knows, he might have given her a trauma for the rest of her life!

“ Euhm...Hi, I’m Mick...Nice to meet you...Urgh... Sorry?”

Fluttershy blinks a few times, stretching the awkward moment. Mick saw her taking a deep breath. ‘Here it comes’ ,he thought: ‘She’s going to scream in terror and flee and I’ll be hunted down by the Wonderbolts...I’m doomed...’

Mick already moved his two hooves to his ears to protect them from the wailing scream sure to follow.

“YOU RUIN MY MANE, I BUST IN YOUR BRAIN!”

“Wait..what?”

The last thing Mick saw was Fluttershy’s face twisted in pure hate and anger. Her hoof closing in with a nice left hook. Not even a professional boxer could improve that. As her hoof made contact with his forehead, he could only think about what genius Iron Will must be. As blackness shot into view, he only hoped she wouldn’t let him drown... and wishing  that his head wasn’t heading to the small puddle of his own cum flowing on the water. Drowning in your own cum was low on his list of good deaths...

Chapter 5: A fate even worse than death?

Chapter 5: A fate even worse than death?

Mick felt himself swirling in a maelstrom of confusion. His eyes were open, light stinging his dry eyes. Somewhat afar he felt his face hurt, blood pulsing through the sore spots. Vague he was aware that new painful spots were made, somehow he knew they were made at the moment. Still, he was too far away to really mind it. He saw darkness creeping in from the edges of his vision, not menacing but charming. Offering a place without pain and sweet, dreamless sleep. Before he could focus on diving in the darkness, a blue tidal wave washed away his world in a cleaning swipe.

Mick blinked as his situation started to clear up. He saw Fluttershy in front of him, holding an empty bucket. She must have splashed water on him to get him conscious again! His face was burning, small spots of pain grouping on his cheeks, diverting some pain away from the huge sore spot on his forehead.

Groaning in pain he wanted to lift his hoof to his face, but was surprised to find them unable to move. Panic starting to find hold in him, he looked down. He was tied down! He couldn’t see what he was laying on, but it was clear he was unable to move. His front legs were tied to something that resembled the legs of a sturdy oak table. He tried to turn his face around so he could see his hind legs, but found it impossible without breaking his neck. The only thing he could see were his wings tied to his back with a thick, brown rope. Testing its strength he wiggled about a bit, but it didn’t give an inch. A soft giggling made him turn back to the cause of his current situation.

There she was, Fluttershy. Her pastel yellow pelt shining in the light, her soft pink manes covering half her face and good part of her body as she sits down before him. Her heavenly blue eyes shining with delight at the spectacle in front of her. She had put the bucket away, somehow making even something that mundane graceful. Even in his current situation, Mick couldn’t stop ogling her.

“So...euhm...hi... I’m Fluttershy”

Fluttershy blushed as she spoke, somehow seeming more vulnerable than him in the situation. Mick wanted to say something back, but felt him unable to talk. His tongue ran along the object in his mouth. A smooth surface, tasting a bit like washed rubber.

“Oh yeah...I kinda like...put a gag ball in your mouth. Oh, I’m so sorry, I thought you would like it. I can remove it if you want. All you have to do is ask...”

Mick did his best to answer, screaming out pleas of removing it. After a few failed attempts he gave up. The only thing he had achieved was a miscellaneous series of “Hnnng” and “Hmmpf” sounds. Fluttershy had come closer while he had been attempting answering. Her face delighted as she saw him giving in on his situation.

“Yay...seems like I did good. I knew you would like it! You know... other mares tell me stallions don’t like it, but I showed them!”

Fluttershy’s smile affected Mick. Seeing her smile and being happy as contagious as a pleasant virus. Mick felt him answer her smile with a grin of his own.

“So...euhm...you don’t mind me tying you down do you? You are comfortable? Feeling well?”

Mick wanted to shrug, but being tied down couldn’t move a muscle. Moving his head slightly while uttering a soundless ‘meh’ was the best he could do.

“Oh, ok...nice... fine...all fine...Well euhm...want something to drink or eat?”

Mick couldn’t suppress a small snap of the head accompanied by a sound coming close to a ‘huh?’. Recovering he nodded his head. Getting some food would mean she had to remove his gagball.

“Oh, so you’re hungry? Ok, sorry, I should have asked something earlier. I’m such a bad host! I’m really sorry! I’ll see what I’ve got...”

Fluttershy disappeared from his sight. Mick heard some kitchen sounds somewhere behind him. He took the free moment to study his environment. In front of him was a comfortable looking sofa, the pillows lovely sat down in a pleasing symmetrical order. Next to it a small stand, a  pot filled with fireflies standing on it. A small bookshelf to the other sight, the titles not readable from this distance. Seeing nothing else usefull, he sighed. Finally the sounds had stopped, hoofs connecting to hard floor giving away she was returning.

The first thing Mick saw was a rather large orange shape.

“Ow, sorry, too close. *meep*My fault. Here....”

Fluttershy held the object a bit further. First Mick thought it was some kind of animal leg, but after seeing the orange form and greentop decided the huge form had to be a carrot.

“So...what do you think? This okay?”

Mick nodded, not really caring what it was. The most important thing it would mean the removal of the ball in his mouth. Fluttershy smiled and held the carrot in front of him, mere inches from his mouth. Mick stared at the carrot for a while before giving Fluttershy an ‘ar you bucking kidding me?’ look.

“Ow...right... the ball. Sorry, I can’t remove it..euhm...Nick? Rick? Mick? Oh sorry, it seems I forgot your name. Still, would be a waste to throw this carrot away.”

Fluttershy gave him a sly smile as she started licking the carrot, keeping her eyes locked with Mick. Her tongue going around it, wrapping around the tip before slowly making its way up. Mick followed the movements of her tongue, surprised by its flexibility and imagining her licking something more fun.

Fluttershy finally puts the carrot in her mouth, as expected not biting down. She pushes the carrot a bit deeper, before moving it out slowly again. Mick started to feel hypnotized, enthralled by the sudden change. He had thought her ready to beat him senseless, but it seems she just had some kinky fantasies. Mick smiled as he could only imagine his own part in all of this. Slowly he felt his penis unsheath. Growing gradually as Fluttershy worked her female magic on the carrot. being fully erect, he felt it touching something metal. Fluttershy smiled at that moment.

“Ow...seems somepony had bad, naughty thoughts while I was just sitting here. I’m just eating a carrot. So, euhm...sorry if it made you, like, ... enthusiastic. Still, I kinda expected it to be honest.”

Fluttershy blushed as she came closer. Mick saw her hoof going down, feeling moments later the metal object being removed  from underneath his stallionhood. As her hoof came back in his vision, it was holding a big, metal bowl.

“Yeah...I didn’t want you to stain my nice floor. I just cleaned it yesterday. Angel told me he saw a smudge somewhere and made me clean the whole cottage. I still haven’t found it, but can’t have you make more, do we?”

She again moved closer and put the bowl back. Feeling the cold metal rim against his tip, made Mick a bit harder again. A cute ‘meep’ making clear Fluttershy had noticed.

“Wow... sorry if I hurt you. It..it’s a bit scary. It’s just so...clumsy. Hanging there.”

Fluttershy shook her head.

“No Flutters, you got to focus. I can do this! He’ll like it. Big Mac told me he would like it! He asked me so nicely...”

Mick raised an eyebrow at the mentioning of Big Mac. What had he to do with this? His attention was quickly drawn away as Fluttershy poked his forehead with the carrot.

“Euhm...if you wouldn’t mind... I was kind of in the middle of something. So could you...euhm...pwetty pwease, pay attention?”

Mick looked at her and sighed agitated. Fluttershy being in charge of something as effective as lighting snowflakes on fire.

Fluttershy came closer, her face close to his. Her stare soft and begging, reminding Mick of puppy eyes.

“Pwetty pwease with a cherry on top?”

Mick sighed as he nods his head, rolling his eyes in the same time.

Fluttershy veered up, a big smile on her face.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you so much...ahum...Now, I’m going to put this carrot in your plothole.”

Micks eyes flared open as the words sank in. The mental image of him bucking Fluttershy now replaced by her bucking him. The new situation giving him a new reason to escape, he started to struggle again against his bonds. Fluttershy jumped back a bit, hovering in the air.

“What? Something wrong? But Big Mac told me you would like that... Big Mac wouldn’t lie to me... Why are you moving like that? You scared me! What in Equestrias name is wrong?”

Fluttershy carefully flew closer as Mick kept struggling against the ropes. He tried to gave her a clear look. A look that universally ment: “No! You are not sticking that carrot in my plothole!”. Yes, you would be surprised how expressive eyes can be when the situation calls for it.

Fluttershy looked deep in his eyes as a smile came on her face.

“Ow, I get it.... It’s about the carrot...”

Mick sighed relieved as she had understood his message. He thanked god for being so lucky.

“...you want it in you as fast as possible. I’m sorry I’ve let you wait all this time. I’ll get right to it...”

Mick started struggling again, panic overwhelming him when Fluttershy swiftly flies outside his range of view. The panic doubling as he hears her voice behind him.

“Don’t struggle so much! I can’t get it in if you do this. I’m sorry but you’ll have to stay still for a moment....”

Mick felt his tail being raised, a small breeze blowing against his now bare plothole. His eyes darted over the things he saw, trying to figure out a quick escape plan to save his anal virginity.

Micks eyes widened as he felt something semi sharp nudge against his hole, widening it slightly.

“Now...here comes the choo-choo train...”

Mick screamed hard as he felt the carrot being pushed into his anal cavity. The scream was muffled by the gagball, but the tears streaming out of his eyes couldn’t be stopped. A small change in the breeze told him Fluttershy had loved a bit, probably trying to look at his face as she entered him.

“Oh, how cute...tears of joy! I KNEW you would like it! Big Mac told me and he was right! He told me about you and Applejack!  He said ponies like you should get something shoved up the plothole and would like it...and he was right! I can’t believe this... He’ll be so happy when he sees this”

Mick now furiously struggled against his bonds. Being raped in the plothole by a gentle mare with a carrot was certainly unpleasant...but the thought of somepony as big as Big Mac coming along... Silently he prayed that he would die right there and now. His tears ran down his cheeks as he couldn’t get free.

“What, again all that moving about? Let me guess, not deep enough? I’m sorry, I just...never done this before... Sorry if I’m not that good. Here, let me make it up.”

Mick felt the carrot going even deeper, pushing against his prostate. A shock goes through his body as his stallionhood reacts to the sudden pressure. Trembling it grows again, recovering the lost inches from moments ago and adding a few more. A small metalic clang indicated his tip smacking against the bowl. Fluttershy giggled, Mick imagining her blushing wildly as she shoved the carrot further up his plothole and looked down on his erect member.

“So...it gets even bigger? I...I wish I knew this sooner. I once read stallions shoot something out if they..euhm...come. Is it ok even I watch? I ‘ve never seen it before...”

Mick squinted as he felt the carrot move inside him, going in and out in a rhythmic motion. Even though it felt like his plothole was on fire, a small part of him enjoyed it. Blushing hard, he realised he started to feel himself coming close to climaxing.

With a last deep thrust, Fluttershy got to see her show. Screaming, Mick ejaculated. His sperm filling the bowl fast. In no time he felt the level rising till his erect members tip was invisible.

Mick squinted again as he felt a hoof nudging against his stallionhood, now even more sensitive after shooting his load.

“Wow...so much...you actually filled half of the bowl... just... woohoo, you rock! SO MUCH!”

Fluttershy flew into his vision again, her eyes focussed ona  bit of white stuff on her hoof. Mick sighed in relieve. He hadn’t really enjoyed it, not at all. Even now, he felt the carrot in his plot. Using his anal muscles, he forced it out. Every inch felt as he slowly pushed it out, gasping for air as it finally dropped.

Over...it was finally over...

Mick looked up at a surprised Fluttershy as he heard a door creak behind him. Unable to tell if it was just a woodland critter or somepony to save him, he looked at Fluttershy. He was praying again, something he had done more in the last minutes than his whole life. This time he prayed it was Twilight visiting his rapist, or even better, Applejack coming to rescue him!

Fluttershy quickly recovered from the shock, making Mick think she knew who or what had entered. Floorboards creaked as it came closer, stopping somewhere behind him.

He looked at Fluttershy, flying away to meet her visitor. Why hadn’t it said anything yet?

“So...he liked it, just like you told me! He even filled most of the bowl! You’re so smart Big Mac!”

Mick cursed whatever he was praying to earlier. Whatever it was, it had a dark sense of comedy.

“So Big Mac, what was it you said earlier? What would he also enjoy? You taking him?”

“Eeyup”

Mick closed his eyes, holding his breath in an attempt to pass out.

“And next let him suck you while I take him from behind?”

“Eeeyup”

Darn it, why did passing out take so long?

“And then let him eat the carrot...and let him down it down with his own semen?”

“Eeeeyup”

There it was! The darkness at the edge of his vision. Sweet unconsciousness here I come!

“So...are we just going to dump him somewhere near Ponyville when we’re done? Leaving him there with a tore up plothole? Does he really like that?”

“Eeeeeeeyup”

Yes, almost.... just a small dot of light away from getting out of this!

Mick inhaled deeply as somepony patted on his back with great strange, his body acting out of instinct. He saw Fluttershy flying into view again, she giving him a tender look. Still, the sudden pressure of a big body climbing his back and something poking his inner thighs were consuming more of his focus.

“Euhm...I just wanted to tell you I think you have weird tastes...but I’m ok with that.. I’m glad you come out for it...”

Micks breathing came in short bursts as he felt whatever poked his inner thighs move higher towards his plothole.

“...and I’m happy for you. You almost passed out there, but I’m sure you didn’t want to miss this. This must be the happiest day in your life...”

Mick gave Fluttershy a ‘What the buck are you talking about mare? You crazy’ look. His eyes glassy with panic as he felt the poking thing finding his plothole, taking its time to position itself. He could feel hot breathing in his neck, coming in burst as only an evil grinning with thoughts of revenge could produce.

“... so I just wanted to wish you luck and lots of joy! So...euhm...”

Fluttershy blushed as she gave him a small kiss on the cheek, ignoring his mad glares. She then turned to the thing on top of him, smiling shyly.

“...I think you can begin Big Mac, he’s ready as he’ll ever be.”

As Mick was violently penetrated again, he wished he could go back to the carrot again.

Even drowning in his own cum was looking pretty good right now....

Chapter 6: A rare occasion

Chapter 6: A rare occasion

The rising sun’s first rays shone upon Mick’s closed eyes. With a groan, he turned around to face away from the sun, rolling into something squishy on the ground. The juicy splatter startled him and he looked at what it was, noticing he’d just squished what had to be the hugest cockroach he’d ever seen. Not a better way to start the day!

Hesitantly he got up from the ground and tried to hit the dirt from him to no avail. In fact, the only advancement he’d made by hitting himself was falling down on the ground and hurting his head.

Deciding it might just be best to try and fix things instead of caring about his appearances, he got up (again) and started towards the library should be. Painfully enough he felt his rear sting every time he put one back hoof in front of the other, a reminder of the unpleasant surprise the night before.

While trotting through Ponyville, he noticed various of the background ponies he’d seen in the show. Lyra was there with Bon Bon, Carrot Top’d set up a stand, Applejack gave him a wink from behind her own stand, a familiar gray pegasus was flying overhead and Rarity was walk--

“Hey, Rarity!”, Mick said to himself louder than he’d wished. Luckily, nobody’d heard and he kept his pace, keeping his distance from the white mare. Granted, she was even more beautiful in person than she was pixelated. Very beautiful, actually... For some minutes, he kept stalking the mare while she did her shopping, ogling the mare’s plot like the pervert he was. After a while, he found himself with his package ready between his legs, but he didn’t want to risk talking to the mare, afraid of getting rejected or put to shame in public. He looked around him and noticed a small alley, void of anypony. Well, he couldn’t keep walking around like that, and he wasn’t really in a hurry to the library...

He crept behind some crates standing by idly, and sat down, looking at his erect stallionhood between his legs, waiting to be relieved. It was still unknown to him how he’d gone through so much the last few days and still had such lust inside him. Well, not that he wasn’t used to much. On the contrary, he was used to masturbating a lot more when he was human, but he then again, he hadn’t been raped before.

Shaking his head, he banished his thoughts and slowly started rubbing the side of his hoof along his penis’ massive girth, enjoying the slightly furry feeling it had. The furfagget kept stroking faster and faster, leaning his head against the wood and closing his eyes, imagining the beautiful purple-maned pony he’d been looking at before... He grabbed his cock firmly between his hooves and started jerking them down in hard movements. His mouth opened slightly and a single line of drool escaped from his mouth but he payed it no mind, knowing nobody was watching him.

For a moment, he opened his eyes and looked up before closing them again. He just kept going with his business, before his brain caught up with his balls and he realised he’d just seen something. He looked up again and saw a small familiar dragon’s head scowling at him from the top of the crates he was leaning against. Before he could act, Spike violently grabbed his mane

and pulled him up by it. His stallionhood painfully grinded against the crates as he got turned around to face Spike. Mick only had a brief moment to wonder how the dragon’d gotten such strength in his right arm at such a young age, before the dragon started talking to him, his eyes fixed upon Mick’s.

“Oh, I saw you ogling her, you filthy cunt. The white mare with purple mane. I’m going to tell you something, bro: she’s my bitch, BITCH!” Spike stressed the final word of his sentence and followed up with a painful hit to Mick’s face, the claws scratching into the pony’s cheek and leaving several slightly bleeding stripes. “If I EVER see you looking at her even ONCE, I’ll END you, got it, punk?”

Mick shivered from the dragon’s outburst and slightly stuttered as he spoke. “Y-y-yes Spi... Sir... I’m sorry, I didn’t k-know... Please d-don’t hurt me...” A tear left Mick’s eye, fear getting the better of him. He didn’t want to get hurt any more, the last few days’d been so rough already.

“Oh, you’re lying, aren’t you you little shit? I think you’re going to need a lesson in listening to your superiors... As Spike uttered those words, he dropped Mick and jumped down from the crates onto the stallion’s stomach. The heavy dragon’s landing pumped most of the air out of Mick’s lungs. Spike proceeded to face Mick. It was only then he noticed Spike had his own manhood hanging erect between his legs, pointing right at Mick’s snout.

“Listen up, you’re going to suck me off good and slow. If you dare anything stupid, I’ll have zero mercy on you, get it?” Mick’s breathing was quick and problematic as he stammered. “Y...Yes... I got it...” He didn’t dare protest, afraid of what other things the dragon could and would do to him. His bum was still aching from the roughing up the night before, not wanting it to get worse.

He’d already dragged himself over the ground once and he didn’t want to do so a second time.

Spike grinned and pulled Mick’s head closer to him, signaling him he wasn’t intent on waiting very long. Mick closed his eyes again and started opening his mouth, but before he was even halfway done, Spike rammed his cock between Mick’s lips, forcing them open. The smaller dragon gave a slow, edible groan as he kept the meaty stick in Mick’s mouth, the pony trying his best not to do anything wrong.  “Get sucking”, the dragon said out of nowhere. Slowly pulling his muzzle back, Mick dragged his lips back over the dragon’s stick, stopping when he felt the tip right between his lips. Unsure of what to do, he tried sucking slightly at it. The dragon’s heavy panting and moaning revealed he must really enjoy him doing this. He kept sucking for a few more seconds before Spike took the initiative again, sliding his penis back forward. Mick answered by pushing his own head forward, sliding his soft lips along the dragon’s meaty toy. A few inches from Spike’s end, Mick felt him going too far, and slid back again until he was back at the tip, giving it a few gentle suckles before going back forward. Spike felt Mick was finally learning and let the pony do the work he was supposed to do, his little bitch sucking him off. Sadly for him, Mick was inexperienced and didn’t really know what to do, so Spike grabbed his mane after a while and brought his mouth to the stallion’s ears. “Look boy, I still want to cum before tonight, so you better start being half decent or I’ll have to find other ways to please myself with you... Get that nice, pink tongue of yours moving and show me what you can do with it.”

Not daring to disobey, Mick listened to the dragon and dragged his tongue upwards and over the dragon’s cock, sliding along its base until it was all the way at the back. He dragged it back to the front and started circling around the hard, round tip, electing some moans from the purple dragon. It was obvious he was liking this, and to be honest, Mick was starting to enjoy it as well. He wasn’t really fond of being bossed around like this, but the treat between his lips tasted better than he could ever have imagined. Fond of the taste, Mick started picking up his pace and began to steadily move his head forward and backward time after time, lapping his wet tongue at the dragon’s slender yet hard cock. He rubbed along it, over it, against it and savoured every moment of the musky taste and scent he was experiencing. Spike’s moans were getting louder by the minute as well, indicating his pet was being loyal to its master. Before long, Spike suddenly grabbed Mick’s ears and roughly pulled his muzzle all the way towards his balls.

Mick couldn’t help but gag as the cock was forced all the way in his mouth, but before he could do much else, he felt the cock squirt inside him. He began to drag his tongue over the dragon’s tip as he’d done before, licking up the salty cum from it and swallowing it. It actually didn’t taste all that bad as he’d imagined. Spike must have noticed though, for he suddenly pulled out again and told Mick he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it. Mick couldn’t really do much as the dragon kept masturbating in front of him, and it wasn’t long before he came again. This time he came on the stallion’s face. Stupidly enough, Mick didn’t know he was supposed to close his eyes, and spurt number seven hit bullseye, electing a yelp from him as he closed both. He felt both humiliated and strangely pleased as he laid there: the salty taste left in his mouth, several spurts of the milky goodness still left on his face and rapidly drying, and his stallionhood more erect between his legs than it’d been before. Spike got off him and pulled Mick’s face back to his own.

“Alright, squirt. You’ve done better than I’d expected from you. But remember: you even THINK of my mare once more time and I’ll find you and rape you so hard your back legs will fall off, got it?”

Little Mick nodded and Spike responded by patting his mane, smearing the cum in it even more through it, knots beginning to form. “Good little pet”, Spike smiled. “Oh, and another thing: not a single word about this, or I’ll make sure you’ll know the scent and taste of burnt pony soon enough”.

Mick rested his head against the crates again and absent-mindedly licked along his chin and cheeks, trying to scoop up whatever remains of Spike were still around and swallowed them more contently than he thought he should be. He wiped whatever other traces he could find off him and smeared them on the crates before getting up. Luckily enough, his boner’d already disappeared from between his legs, indicating he might better get up and going again. He was still supposed to visit a certain library...

Chapter 7: The hardest part of friendship...

Chapter 7: The hardest part of friendship...

Tiredom and humiliation filled Mick’s thoughts as he started his last trek towards the library.

He wasn’t far anyway - his session with Spike’d only been a few streets off. He did keep a watchful eye though, finally having realised Ponyville’s inhabitants had an above-average libido.

Surprising even himself, he arrived at the huge tree’s door without any more rape, masturbation, humiliation or scarification. Wait, did he just jinx it? He looked around nervously, but there wasn’t anypony near him. Phew.

Mick politely clopped on the door and attempted to put his mine in a mildly presentable way, but the dried semen in it made this virtually impossible. He hoped Twilight wouldn’t notice it. After some minutes of waiting, he began to ponder trying again later, guessing Twilight might be out with her friends. Right before he was about to turn around to leave, he heard some clopping noises coming from inside, heading towards the door before it opened.

“Oh, pardon me! I was just reading... a book. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting”, Twilight said.

She closed the book she was levitating with her. Mick tried to look which book it was, but Twilight put it away before he could see. For some reason, there was a strange scent in the air. “How can I help you?” Sparkle’s question snapped him from his daydreaming. “Oh, yes! I’ve a problem: yesterday, I woke up here in Equestria, and I’ve no idea it happened. Worst of all, I’m actually not a pony. I’m something different - a human - and I’d like to get back to my family. Pinkie Pie told me you could help me out with a teleportation spell or something, so... Can you?” Mick tried to make a face as cute as possible, but Twilight only seemed to be disgusted by his attempt. “Well, I have read about humans before, they’re a mythical creature here in Equestria... Come in first, let’s get you out of the cold. You seem like you could use a bath, too.” Mick blushed at this statement, but nodded. Twilight stood aside to let him enter, and allowed him inside. “You just believe me like that?”, Mick asked. To be fair, he’d thought Twilight would consider him crazy, or worse, but she just accepted it like that. “I do,”, Twilight started as she headed towards a bookshelf and started looking through some books she found there, “in fact. It’s not the first time a creature from a different dimension comes here. I just have to find the right instruments and get the right spells fixed. How about I read up while you wash?”

A bath really did seem in place right now. He was sort of ashamed Twilight noticed his state, and hoped she didn’t know WHAT it was. “Sure! Where’s the bathroom? Oh, and before I forget, my name’s Mick.” He held a hoof out to Twilight for a hoofshake. “Such an odd name. Pleased to meet you, Mick. I’m Twilight Sparkle.” Twilight reached her hoof to his and gave it a hoofbump, giggling.

The mare then proceeded to show Mick the bathroom and started filling the tub. Funnily enough, ponies’ baths seemed very much like humans’ baths. While the bath was running, Twilight left the room without saying anything. Mick just shrugged it off, assuming she’d gone downstairs again to read some more. After some minutes of waiting idly, Mick put a hoof in the water and felt it was at just a comfortably hot temperature. He lowered the tap and stepped into the tub, the hot water feeling comfortable against his fur. He slid down onto his back until his head was right about the water’s surface and exhaled, feeling the last few days’ stress leaving him. Soon, he’d be back home thanks to Twilight. As he was thinking, the door to the bathroom opened again, Twilight trotting in without a worry in the world. She soon noticed Mick was in the bath already though, and stopped her advance. “O-oh...”, she stammered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know...” She averted her eyes and a blush appeared on her face. “I was just bringing some towels... I’ll... I’ll leave them here...” Twilight dropped the towels she was levitating on the ground and sped out of the room, closing the door behind her before Mick could utter a single word. “Well, for once, things were more awkward for someone else than me. I’m surprised this didn’t end in some exaggerated sex scene”. He took his time to have a look at the library, actually amazed how they’d managed to carve everything in the inside of a tree. Oddly enough, the cartoonish reality didn’t seem as strange as someone’d think. It all felt natural, as if he were in his own reality. He thought back about his friends back home and wondered if they were missing him. He missed Jan with his general awesomeness, Tim’s boosting him in League of Legends. How many wins of the day had he missed by now? Once more Mick closed his eyes and just relaxed, giving Twilight the time she needed to find all the required information. It didn’t last long before he found a calm sleep...

*Knock knock knock*

A light tapping at the door woke the sleeping stallion up. He slowly opened his eyes, and remembered where he was. Without much hesitation he left the bathtub and found out ponies didn’t get wrinkly from staying in a bath for prolonged times. Funky! He headed over to the towels, still on the ground where they’d been dropped before he’d dozed off, and picked it up with his mouth. For a few moments he stood there, towel in his mouth and eyes fixed on it. Slowly reality caught up with him. “How the buck am I supposed to dry myself with HOOVES?” he thought aloud. He tried holding the towel in his front hooves but found himself unable to reach anywhere, unless he wanted to fall on his face again. Holding the towel in a hoof proved to work better, but he could barely reach past his shoulders. Not having a clue what he should do, he called for Twilight. “Uhm... Twilight? TWILIGHT?” After a few moments, the purple mare’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. “Yes? What’s wrong, Mick?” “Err... How do you ponies dry yourselves?”, Mick asked. Twilight hesitated a moment before replying. “Well, we unicorns use our magic to dry ourselves... But other kinds of ponies usually get someone else to help them.” Mick found this very odd and raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t think Twilight’d lie to him. She didn’t sound like a kind of pony that would lie. “Oh... Well, would you mind... You know... Helping me?” He’d swear he could feel his face turning red. No response came from the other side of the door, and for a moment, he was sure he’d sounded like a pervert and Twilight was running away, or something like that. “Well, okay. Figure I can help you out a hoof...”

Twilight opened the door and seemed to be blushing as well, probably feeling at least as awkward as he was. She levitated a towel towards Mick with her magic and began to dry his back and sides, softly talking as she did so. “I’ve found a few books on teleportation and dimensions, and I’m positive the spell should work. The only problem is that the planets need to be correctly aligned, which is only happening in a week from now. If you want, you can stay over here in the library until that time. We’ve still got a vacant bed for when there’s guests over.”, she suggested. “Sure, a week’s okay, if you don’t mind of course”, Mick responded. He felt somewhat guilty of just intruding into the mare’s life like that and just staying without her barely even knowing him. “Of course I don’t. Some other company than Spike’d be very welcome. Truth is, nobody in Ponyville likes him, we make fun of him all the time”, Twilight giggled. He laughed with her, knowing the other bronies’d always make fun of him too.

Twilight finished drying Mick and threw the towel away. The only area she hadn’t dried was his loins, but it was pretty obvious why. She was the first mare he’d met in Ponyville so far who DIDN’T want to invade his personal space, to his own pleasure. They went downstairs together and she showed him the dusty tomes that contained the spells. Truth was, everything was too complicated and difficult for Mick to understand, but he pretended he understood what she was saying to look smart. He was just happy he could spend some peaceful time with her, making the best of the final few days he’d left in Ponyville. Things got a little awkward once Spike came back, after he’d supposedly gone to play with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, but the dragon didn’t seem to pay him much attention. Mick knew he should do the same, not wanting Spike to rough him up again should he say or do something wrong.

The night came and Mick got shown the bed he’d stay in the last week. It was a foal-sized bed, just big enough for him, and was actually very comfortable. He chattered with Twilight before going to sleep, talking about the different ponies, what she’d learned, and about how humans were. Amazing enough, Twilight was an even nicer mare in reality than she’d seemed to be on the show, and he really enjoyed her company. After a few hours, Spike got tired of the noise they caused and asked them to “Please shut the fuck up”. Twilight scowled at the dragon and told him to watch his language. Still, the message came across and they decided it was probably late enough anyways. They wished each other good nights and went to sleep...

Chapter 8: ...is saying goodbye

Chapter 8: ...is saying goodbye.

The next days were some of the greatest Mick’d ever experienced in his life. He stayed in the library all day long to have fun with Twilight, reading with her, telling stories about their lives, mocking Spike... As time went on, Mick thought less and less of his home, growing more accustomed to the new life he’d begun to live. At a certain point they decided to spend the day outside together. Twilight insisted she’d introduce him to her friends. Mick couldn’t really say no to that, but it was awkward to see Applejack and Fluttershy again. Pinkie Pie was happy for him he’d finally gotten some. Twilight didn’t seem to understand what the pink mare meant with that, but Pinkie was random more often, so she heeded it no attention. What was stranger, though, was how Pinkie knew he’d gotten laid. Better not ask her, he guessed.

When they came back to the library late in the evening, an unpleasant surprise was waiting for them. Apparently Owlowliscious’d had a little tantrum while Twilight’d been outside and left him behind alone. The bed sheets and mattress of the foal’s bed were all shredded by the owl’s vicious talons. Twilight had an old-fashioned nerdrage fit at the owl, which stared back without showing any emotion. To be honest, it was rather cute and funny to see. They ended the evening with a game of Monopony, which they ended after several hours without anypony winning. Honestly, who’d make a game that’s virtually impossible to win? There was a problem left, though...

“Err... Twilight...”, Mick started as the purple mare got into her bed. “You know... The bed you provided for me is sort of... Broken...”, he mumbled. Twilight turned around to him with a tired expression. “Well, it’s too late for me to look up a spell to fix it right now. If you want, you can sleep next to me. The bed’s big enough, really...” Luckily for both Twilight and Mick, the night’s darkness hid the faint blushes that had appeared on both of their faces. “Well, sure, I guess... Can’t sleep on the floor, can I? Heh heh...”, Mick laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, heh...”, Twilight replied.

Mick crept next to her and laid on his side, his back turned towards the mare. All was silent for a few minutes before Twilight asked him a question. “Eh... Mick? I have a rather strange question, but... It’s pretty cold and... Would you mind if I hugged you?... I’m sorry. Ignore that... Urgh...” He heard the mare behind him facehoof herself. “No, it’s fine, really. I-I don’t mind...”, Mick replied. He couldn’t be impolite to the mare that’d invited him to stay over at her home a whole week, and he really liked Twilight. She smiled and wrapped a hoof around him, pressing her body tighter against his. That night, neither of them barely got any sleep, but none of them minded that.

Dawn of the final day...

Sunshine crept into the library’s bedroom, announcing the coming of the last day Mick would stay in Equestria. Truth be told, he’d certainly missed everypony, especially Twilight. He got out of bed and felt the mare’s hoof brush along his back. She opened her eyes as well. “Bweurgh”, she exclaimed. Her mane was all messed up and she had wrinkles below her eyes. The lack of sleep was clearly visible on her, and granted, Mick had never seen anyone have such a hard time getting out of bed.

After Twilight’s long and awkward struggle, she had Spike prepare breakfast for them. Mick wondered why his sandwich tasted so salty and sticky, but he guessed it was just some special spice from Equestria. They talked about the plans that would get Mick back to his home.

“Right,” Twilight said, “I’m going to have to draw some runes in an open space first. There’s a good clearing just behind the library, so we can go there. Once the runes are drawn, I’ll have to place candles at some of the central points. When that’s done, you need to get to the middle of the circle. We wait until the planets are aligned, and then I’ll cast the spell and send you off again...” Twilight sounded oddly sad about all of it. Mick nodded in agreement while munching his sticky hay sandwich. When’d hay taste so good? He might even try eating it back at home, unaware of the digestion problems that would cause very bad stomach problems once he got back home. Don’t eat hay, kids.

The day went on as Mick and Twilight tried to make the best out of their final moments together. An outsider might have noticed they were sitting closer to each other by now, but it just felt natural to them. The stallion had finally begun to appreciate literature, having read a few foals’ books about sheep and pigs. He really liked farm animals! And the pictures were so pretty.

Eventually, evening came. All was getting darker and Mick and Twilight headed outside. They wanted to be early enough so they certainly wouldn’t miss the planets aligning. Oh, and they also wanted to spend some more time together, of course. Twilight brought a bucket of paint and a brush, and Mick brought seven candles to place at the designated points.

They put the materials on the ground and Twilight lifted the lid off the bucket. “Need any help from me?”, Mick politely asked. “Well, you can place the candles in the circles I’ll be drawing. Once they’re placed, I’ll use magic to light them.”, she replied as she levitated a brush and drowned it in the bucket. She proceeded by drawing a long, thick line across the grass. Every now and then Twilight would draw a circle, sometimes with more shapes drawn along the perimeter, and each time Mick would place a candle in the middle of it, making sure it was stuck firmly in the ground. Mick was surprised at how big the circle turned out to be, being almost as big as half of the library’s perimeter. Then again, a cross-dimensional teleportation spell would probably not be something simple. He should have paid more attention to what Twilight’d tried explaining to him, but he had been too distracted. After barely an hour they were already finished, being far too early for the schedule Twilight’d planned out. “Well, that leaves more time for us”, Twilight smiled. She came over to Mick and sat next to him. “I’m really going to miss you. You’re really nice...”, she muttered. Mick was unsure if she was talking to him or herself. “Yeah, me too. Shame I won’t be able to come back here...” Mick gave Twilight an awkward hug, which she returned to him. “Well, I’ll never forget about you. You’re too awesome for that”, he smiled.

They embraced each other for a while, before he felt Twilight turn her head around. He wanted to look what was up but before his mind could process anything, she locked her lips on his in a deep, passionate kiss. This was unlike everything he’d experienced before. It was... Affectionate. Mick closed his eyes and returned it, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. They hugged each other tighter and kept locked in their kiss. Time and space were forgotten as they stayed like that beneath the moonlight, their unrequited love finally becoming reality. Mick felt himself being pushed down to the ground by the purple mare who was actually stronger than him. He should lift more. Although he got pushed down, they stayed locked on their kiss, their bodies pressing against each other as they both experienced something they’d never had before: true, meaningful love. After what felt like hours, Twilight lifted her head again, a cute blush having appeared on her face. They tenderly looked into the other’s eyes and before Mick could say anything, Twilight threw her head forward against his again. She gently forced his mouth open with hers even though he didn’t bother to resist anyway. Her tongue slid into his mouth and he slid his into hers, the appendages sliding along each other, exploring and experiencing eachother. The feeling was unbelievable, almost climatic.

A big problem was beginning to grow for Mick, though. Between his legs, the other part of his brains was starting to want some, too. He got stuck between a moral dilemma: would he stop the kiss with Twilight, refusing something they both wanted really badly, and miss out on a chance he might never have again? Or would he keep going, and risk being embarrassed with possible unbelievable results? His stallionhood suddenly came in contact with a different body than his own, and he felt his cheeks catching fire. For a moment, Twilight stopped kissing him, obviously because of the extra thing she’d felt against her body. Mick was certain she’d be freaked out by him, but instead, she furiously continued the kiss. It was almost difficult for him to keep up with her savage licking and exploring his mouth... Not that he minded so.

Not breaking the kiss, Twilight lifted her rump and placed it further down, pressing her marehood down on Mick’s rod and slowly starting to slide backward and forward on it. He replied with the same gestures, not really sure how this whole foreplay thing was supposed to go. Twilight probably read a book about it. Twilight eventually got up and sat on his girth, panting heavily.

“Are you sure you want this?”, she asked. He nodded. This was unlike what had happened the last few days. This was... Genuine. Twilight smiled sweetly at him before she moved forward again, leaving his stallionhood hanging there in the fresh air. She hesitated a moment before lifting it up with her magic and placing it beneath her rump. Before long, she pushed her body down on it, riding him and driving his hot stick of love into her body. The feeling was exquisite, far better than anything her books’d tried to describe to her. She’d trouble containing herself and kept riding him, plummeting up and back down on him time after time again, driving him as deep as she could. The feeling was so satisfying. It was the first time she ever had sex, in fact. That’s the problem when you’re part of a population that consists of primarily females. Her slightly geeky personality didn’t really help, either. It wasn’t long before she experienced her first orgasm, at least sexuality-based. She’d masturbated before, but it just wasn’t the same. Meat’s just a better feeling than, well... A hoof.

Meanwhile, Mick was enjoying himself, too. He was moving his hips up and down with Twilight, trying to get as much as possible of him inside her. The feeling was great, and he felt like he’d pop soon. Before he got the chance to, though, Twilight got off him, a quiet ‘pop’ accompanying him pulling his cock out of her. He was about to ask her what was up when she stood in front of him and raised her rump, facing her gaping hole towards him. Granted, the sight was quite arousing, and seeing as she was offering herself... He started towards her and licked her present for him a couple of times before raising his front hooves and mounting her. He rested his head next to hers, glad they were about equally large, and rested his girth between her legs. “You ready babes?”, he asked the mare. “P-please put it in me...” She desperately tried to push herself back against in, but his cock only rubbed between her outer lips, arousing her more. “Better be a gent”, he thought. He pulled back his hips, rested the tip of his spear against her vulva and proceeded by furiously pressing himself inside of her. A loud gasp escaped her mouth, followed by an equally loud and stretched out moan. It was obvious she was enjoying this. “C-continue... P-please...”, she begged. He pulled out, rested his tip against her for a few more moments before pushing in again. Twilight couldn’t help but moan as she enjoyed the sensation of being surrounded by a man dominating her like that. Before long she came again, her juices only adding more lubricant for Mick to work with. Smoothly he slid in, out, in and out of her again, his inner instincts taking over again. His balls slapped against the mare’s rear with each thrust, making slapping noises to accompany the loud squirting sounds their conjoined genitals were producing. The sounds were only turning him on more. “Turn around”, he whispered into the mare’s ear out of nowhere. She followed like the obedient lover she was and laid on her back, his stallionhood leaving her for a brief moment. Mick didn’t wait long to shove it back in again, him laying down on her now, pinning the mare down and preventing her from escaping. Oh, the domination turned him on. Time after time he thrust his cock deep down her tight pussy, juice eventually dripping out of it and onto the ground. The scent he could smell seemed strangely familiar to something he’d smelled at the library before, but he did not heed it much mind.

Several minutes passed as both lovers explored each other's most intimate parts. Twilight locked her mouth on Mick’s again as she kept moaning, another orgasm taking over her body. This time Mick couldn’t hold himself though, and he released inside her. Their mutual orgasm gave both a blissful feeling, their tongues wrestling with the other’s. After several seconds he finally popped out of her, their mixed juices flowing freely on the ground. He dropped and for some time, neither of them could utter a word, still amazed by the blissful experience.

“Oh my... Mick.. The planets...”

“What?”

“The planets... They’re... Aligned...” Twilight pointed a hoof towards the sky. The planets Twilight’d mentioned were all forming a single line, the moon being the only planet Mick actually recognized.

“We should be fast, before we’re too late”, Mick decided. How romantic.

“But... I’ll be without you...”, Twilight said sadly.

Mick sighed. “Yeah, but... My home needs me. I can’t leave my mom and dad behind. Who is my sister going to complain about when it’s late in the night? Who’s going to make fun of me on Skype when I’m performing horribly in online games?”

“I... I get it... Let’s do this”.

Twilight got up from the ground and gently pushed Mick to the center of the huge circle painted on the ground. She started uttering some words in an unknown, strange language Mick did not understand. Beams of magic suddenly appeared from the sky and shone down on the candles, indicating something was certainly happening. Mick didn’t dare move as he was afraid he’d mess something up.

“Twilight!” he suddenly shouted.

“Don’t be sad because I’m leaving! I’ll never forget you and I’ll always be with you in spirit!”

Twilight continued the spell, unable to interrupt it, but the tears coming from her eyes made it obvious his words wouldn’t take away the sadness. Suddenly, a brilliant ray shone upon him and engulfed him. He couldn’t see anything but white as he felt himself be lifted away and pushed together forcefully. After that, he couldn’t remember a thing... Although he could swear he heard someone saying “Goodbye” softly...

Epilogue: Large, larger, THIS!

Epilogue: Large, larger, THIS!

Micks eyes shot open, blinding him for a moment.

“Twilight.... Twilight!”

Mick sat upright and looked around. He wasn’t in Twilights library anymore.... not even in Ponyville. He was in his own room. Plastic and printed ponies looking back with lifeless eyes.

Swiftly he looked at his limbs.

HANDS! He had hands again!

He started to chuckle, looking at his hands, turning them in front of his face.

“A dream...all a dream... Just a regular old dream, nothing more.”

Mick threw back his bed sheet, looking down at his legs but had to stop at his groin. A big, sticky stain covered most of his underwear, giving off a horrible scent.

“Well, maybe not a regular dream...”

Mick smiled as he wiped most away with his bed sheets and took a towel from his cabinet. Yes, he felt like a changed young man... He even looked forward to showering!

Mick had taken a shower and put on some clothes. Just a regular jeans and a pony shirt...even after all of this he still yearned for simple clothing. Something that fitted well and his head could fit through. Whistling the “Smile, smile, smile” refrain he went down the stairs. His stomach grumbling for some food. His mom was facing the stow, pouring out some hot water. As always his dad was hidden behind the newspaper. With a happy sigh he sat down at the table, taking some cornflakes and starts pouring it in a bowl.

“Hey there son, heard you shower. What’s the special occasion? Getting married?”

Mick smiled at his mothers little joke. Every time he showered without someone telling him to, he could expect this joke..or something similar.

Mick turned as he heard his sister coming down the stairs.

“Yeah, keep on making that joke, maybe there’ll be a day when I find it funny mom.”

As his sister came in, she looked in shock at Mick. She sometimes acted it out to make fun of him, but now she looked truly shocked. As the witty remark stayed absent Mick decided to take the initiative.

“What’s wrong sis? Tongwrestled much with the boys and lossed a time too many?”

Slowly, her hand was raised, pointing at Mick.

“You...your f... your....”

Micks mom had finished making coffee and turned to greet her children properly, but suddenly dropped the canister. her eyes fixed to him in blind fear.

Mick looked at them both and smiled

“Ok, you had your fun...did you guys plan this or something? Dad, can you help me? Dad?”

Mick looked at his father, staring at him and the paper laid down carelessly. Its pages hanging in his glass of juice and buttered sandwiches.

Mick started touching his face, a bit of panic starting to grow inside him.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Slowly, his father pointed at the living room mirror. Mick stood up and walked towards it. Looking at it he finally found out what had shocked his family so deeply. He laid his hand on the polished glass, letting it slide up to the reflection of his face.

“This can’t be...impossible...no..IT WAS REAL! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

It was real, he had visited Ponyvile! Twilights spell had backfired... something had gone wrong...

Mick fell to his knees, screaming his agony to the heavens as he felt up the source of his terror.

With both his hands, he ran over his forehead...now even larger than before...

You have large...

larger....

AND THIS!

Prologue: an unusual morning

Prologue: An unusual morning

“Why won’t those stupid birds just shut up, it’s way too early!”

Mick turned around again, still not wanting to open his eyes. He cursed last night, playing LoL for way too long…again. Why did he keep doing this, he knew it would lead to a hell of a morning. For some this kind of mornings were magical, but for him they were hell. The sun just shone through his closed eyelids and the birds’ singing kept recalling him from his dreams.

Ah, yes, what a dream he had. He recalled a bit from it. Something about seeing a shooting star and an eerie green light. Thinking about it made him smile as the light scared him at first, but when it touched him it was soothing and warm.

He smiled as he made up his mind. Get up, start pc, study a bit and watch the new MLP episode…

Yawning, Mick stretched his arms and legs, but cut it off short as he felt something strange at his back. He held still for a moment to make sure he wasn’t still dreaming stuff. He moved a bit around, but the strange feeling kept following him. Shocked he jumped out of his bed and looked at it, expecting to see some kind of creature… but it still was empty. He finally looked past his bed and was hit by a second big surprise. He wasn’t in his room anymore! His familiar wall with posters was replaced by a scene of a quiet forested area. His eyes followed a bunny who hopped from underneath a berry bush and  stopped to look at him.  His amazement only grew as it didn’t look scared at all, but made some kind of facial expression that could best be compared to a smile before hopping away.

His eyes kept following the bunny till it disappeared in the foliage.

“What the buck did I just see…where is my room…my stuff…MY PC!”

His mind started to run over all kind of possibilities: “A prank, hurricane, …? What had happened, did someo…”

Before he realized it he was laying on the ground. Blinking in confusion he looked back to see what tripped him. He felt panic overwhelm him. Where he expected to see his feet, now hooves grew. His skin was covered in a smudgy brown pelt and he couldn’t stop his gaze going up. His backside was hidden underneath a short, unkept tail. The last thing he saw before he blacked out were a pair of strong, feathered wings growing from his back. Well, at least he now knew what he had felt earlier…