Chapter 1
You come to in the middle of a forest. The trees are so thick close together; it grows dark just scant feet away from you. You sit up awkwardly, rubbing your head. With growing shock, you realize that your hands and feet are replaced by hooves, large and rotund. You look down at your arms (legs?) and you see that your skin has been replaced by a coat of hair. A small breeze flows through your hair, which flutters against your elongated face. You noticed that, this too, has changed. It has lengthened a bit and runs down your neck like a horse’s mane.
You have no idea how, but you understand that you are a pony. After all, it would make a lot of sense; the hooves, the coat, the mane. You stand up shakily on all fours and look around. The sun shines brightly through holes in the forest canopy and you can hear the sounds of birds singing and animals milling about. Aside from that, it is quiet.
Serene.
Peaceful.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. The smell of fresh pine fills your new nose as you take in the peaceful scene. But, the time to revel will have to wait. You try to gain your bearings, looking up at the sky to see the sun’s alignment, testing for wind direction, anything to help you figure out how you got here.
What is going on? You think to yourself. Feelings of terror rise up and replace the good sensation you had as you reveled in the silence earlier.
Suddenly, you hear a noise, sending your levels of terror skyrocketing. It is definitely an animal trying to move quietly, but as fast as possible. It was as if it found its prey and was advancing on it. This thought only scares you more as you turn to the source of the noise.
You see the bushes rustle around you in a pattern. They line the clearing around you like guards and each one rustles before moving clockwise around you. You watch for a moment, your sense of dread reaching its peak.
The bush in front of you rustles one last time before the noise stops altogether. You wait for what seems like centuries, just staring at that bush in front of you. You mentally prepare yourself for anything.
You still jump when you spot movement out of the edge of your eyes. Something explodes out of the bush to your left, completely knocking your sense of preparedness right on its ass. You raise your hooves, bare your teeth, and move your face away from you. A reflex you developed from your childhood years, you remember.
You sit there for a second, waiting for fangs to pierce your neck or terrible claws to disembowel you, but nothing happens. The sounds of the forest have gone away, the birds are no longer singing and there is no noise, save for your rapid breathing and the fast beat of your heart.
You eventually build enough courage to open your eyes and peek outside. Everything was as it was moments ago. No blood has been spilt and there is no large predatory animal standing silently over your dead corpse. Quite contrary, the animal that scared you is now sitting not even three feet away from you. It is a small, yellow thing that looks like it is ready to pounce, its long pink tail in the air and displaying its back to you. Almost immediately, you notice that it looks remarkably similar to you; it has four hooves as well as a flowing mane, like you do.
Right off the bat, you can tell it is a female; her body language and build do not suggest otherwise. From her position on the ground, she looks up at you with large, round, almost cartoonish eyes through her long, pink mane. You notice that her mane is quite larger and looks more like hair than yours. On her back, you notice she has two small wings like that of a large bird. Deep down, you remember hearing about these kinds of creatures, these horses with wings, as a child, but you can’t, for the life of you, remember.
You take this all in in the span of scant seconds. An awkward moment passes by as you two lock eyes for a split second. You make the move to get up and her eyes grow wide, her pupils dilating. Her mouth contorts to form a scream and she flips around, jumping into the bush she popped out of just seconds ago with a small, girlish yelp.
You sit there, dazed and confused. What the hell was that all about? You wake up in the middle of nowhere, being magically turned into a pony, having your heart stop as you are “attacked”, and then having your bold assailant to go back into hiding. What next? Will animals start to talk and sing show-tunes?
You notice that the bush your attacker has gone into is shaking and rattling. Although you are profusely confused, and being somewhat suspicious, you couldn’t help but feel curious. You want to investigate, but you feel scared, as if something is going to pop out of another bush. After a few minutes of hearing her small noises in the bush, you proceed to pluck up a small amount of courage and you walk over to the bush she is in.
You slowly push your head into the bush, careful not to get tangled in the branches and leaves. After a short time spent moving your head around a series of branches, you see her, bunched up, defensive, scared. You try to speak, but you stop yourself. Can you talk? Given your unique situation, you aren’t even sure if your new mouth can even form words.
You stare at her for a second, your mouth trying to work in unison with your tongue and vocal chords. You try to think of something to say to try and calm her down from all of her wiggling and worming her way away.
“Hello…?” you ask her. Your voice is soft, but scratchy, as if you haven’t spoken in years. She looks at you again and she tries to wiggle back further. You see her lips move and you hear her say something, but it is barely audible from all of her rustling and constant squeaking.
“Sorry if I bothered you, sir.” you think she says. Her voice is quiet and soft, like velvet, but you don’t have a chance to appreciate it from all the constant rummaging. “I was just wondering what you were lying down for. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go now.”
At that, she flips around and tries to dig her way out, using her front hooves to push away the branches, but soon, she is entangled in the branches she so desperately tried to move. You continue to watch her as she maneuvers out of the branches and tries clawing her way out another way. You try to suppress a laugh when she hits a tree with her head and backs up looking for another route. She looks towards you and the hole you made while trying to get in. She curls up into a ball and squeaks, “You’re not mad are you?”
You try to think of something else to say, anything to calm her down. “Hey, I’m not mad,” you begin “but I am very confused right now. I have no idea where I am or what is happening.” You bend your head a little closer to her in an attempt to soothe her. “Can you tell me what your name is or where we are, please?” you smile at her.
She is still curled up and she looks up at you, shaking. She appears to have calmed down a little bit and the only noise is the sound of you both breathing and her shivering and squeaking.
“Uhm…uh…” she babbles, a bit overloaded by this new information. She tucks her head back into her balled form and you swear you can hear her talking to herself, asking herself to calm down and “do as Twilight does”. Whatever that means.
She uncurls herself and tries to sit up and look at you. She looks like she is trying to prevent herself from shaking and it seems to be working until she starts talking. “M—my n—name is F—Flu—Fluttershy.” She leans to the right and looks past you. She looks back up at you. “C—can you, uhm, move a little to the left, please?” she asks and smiles weakly at you.
You oblige and move to the left to make a sizeable exit for her as she crawls out. She gets onto the cool grass and stretches her legs before retreating to a nearby tree for shade. She folds her legs under her and sits down. You walk up to her and do the same, sitting down close enough to hear her, but far enough to give her some breathing space.
“We are in the Evergreen Forest, near my little house.” She begins. “I saw a new clearing in the forest and I came here to see what it was like because trees don’t disappear, normally. When I got here, I saw you sleeping, but I didn’t want to wake you up. So I sat here—” She adjusts herself while sitting down “—and watched you.”
You turn your head to the clearing. From here, there was a gap between the bushes so anyone in this spot could see into the clearing. You doubted anyone could look back at the observer, because it was so dark where they were. She continues her tale as you turn your head again to listen.
“I wanted to say ‘Hello’, but I got scared when you looked over here.” She exhaled and looked down before looking up at you. “I’m sorry about causing this hassle. So sorry.”
Still feeling confused from this situation, you come to the conclusion that this is all a dream. That could explain so many things. But you soon realize that this is no dream; you can feel, hear, smell, see, and even taste. You proceed to try and gain an understanding of your situation while trying to keep the only thing you know you can communicate with calm.
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m sorry to scare you.” You say again to keep things under control.
Her face brightens up. “Thank you.” She smiles, a little stronger than before.
“Uhm…I don’t mean to come off as strange, but this is my first time here.” You disclose to her. “I have no idea how I got here or how I’m even a pony.”
She looks at you condescendingly. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’m sure my friend can help you. She’s really smart.” She stands up and walks over to you, causing you to stand up in attention. Standing so close to you, you notice how big you are compared to her. You could easily overpower her, given your newfound size and her quiet nature.
“Can you follow me?” she asks.
You agree and she smiles warmly at you again. “Thank you,” you say “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what’s going on.”
She turns around to you and smiles once more. “Don’t you worry your little head. We’ll figure this out.” She continues walking off in a random direction, becoming darker and darker as she goes deeper and deeper into the forest. You decide to follow her after a few moments, rather than wait in the middle of the forest.
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A couple of minutes later, you can see the glowing edge of the forest in amongst the dark trees. As you get closer to the edge, you notice that the trees begin to thin out more, the large oaks and tall pines replaced by younger sprouts and bushes. Eventually you hear a noise, like a ker-clop-ker-clop-ker-clop, as you pass by the last few bushes and trees. You look down and notice that you are now walking on a cobblestone path. After looking back up, you lock your eyes on the yellow pony a few steps ahead of you. After this small journey, you begin to realize something…
You can’t be sure, but you think you’ve become attracted to her. You wonder if it is because of your new physiology or because you don’t remember being this close to a girl before. You shake it off for now and continue to follow her.
You follow the path to a small, two-storied cottage. It looks old, much older than you or Fluttershy. The windows look thick and inconsistent; the door looks like it was handmade; and the overall structure was built as if to mimic an old, colonial-era house. You both walk up to the door and she undoes the outside latch. The door swings open, first the top half then the bottom, you notice, and she walks inside, motioning for you to follow her.
The second you walk in, you notice something is off. You walk in a little bit further and you look around as Fluttershy closes the door. Everywhere you look, there are small animals. Mice, hamsters, rabbits, and even some birds resting above the fireplace. You see several signs that she is a pet-owner: food bowls filled with food, small pet toys, and water dishes among other things.
From the contents of the small cottage, from the pets to the owner even to the types of furniture used, you can tell this is a calm and safe place. Any paranoia you still kept melts away as you follow the yellow pony into the living room. She offers you a seat on the loveseat and you collect your thoughts for a second on the cozy couch.
“Where is your friend?” you ask as you try not to offend your host by reclining back on the comfortable piece of furniture.
She walks over to you while pushing a small table towards you. It is about knee height, from your recollection, and also looks handmade, just like almost everything else in this cottage. “Oh, she lives out in town. I have to send her a message to get to her. Do you mind waiting down here for a minute?”
Why didn’t we just go into town? You think to yourself. “Sure, but you please be quick? I need help right away.” you say as she ascends a staircase to go upstairs.
“Don’t worry,” she assures you again, “it’ll be quick.” You watch her as she disappears at the top of the stairs and, for a moment, there is peaceful silence. For once, ever since your awakening in the forest, you have a chance to revel in the quiet. You close your eyes and lay your head back on the couch as you drink in the peace. You feel something fuzzy by your legs and you look down to see a small rabbit nuzzling up to you. You smile and pet in on the head, noticing for the first time that your hooves act like hands; you can move certain parts of it and you can feel the small rabbit’s fur coat. You close your eyes again and wait for Fluttershy.
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Minutes later, you are awakened by the sounds of hooves on wooden steps. You sit up quickly and accidentally knocking the small rabbit off the couch. You notice that you fell asleep with your legs tucked under you which you find more comfortable than sitting on your haunches. You try your best not to look like you’ve been sleeping as you look at Fluttershy. She has a small piece of paper, wrapped up like a scroll, in her mouth and she smiles at you again.
She walks past you and stops in front of a bird, larger than the rest, which takes the scroll from her mouth with a taloned claw. “Can you send this to Twilight, please?” she asks it and you chuckle a bit to see one animal talking to another. To your surprise, the bird affirmed its hold on the scroll and opens a nearby window to fly out into the forest.
She turns around to you and, once again, smiles at you. “Okay,” she says, “Now that that is done, we have some time before she gets the message and comes over.” She trots over to the loveseat and sits down on the couch next to you with her legs tucked underneath her as well. “I guess I can answer some more of your questions before she gets here, sir.”
You try to collect any thoughts of any questions that have not been answered, but questions that can also be answered by this quiet pony. There were a plethora of things; some simple, some complex. What planet is this? How long will this message take? How will I get home? The more you thought about them, the more they expanded into more questions.
While thinking of something to ask her, you notice her proximity to you. Your eyes sweep over a form that is built for flying and you find yourself becoming tense in…certain places. You panic slightly and you try to cover it up by asking her one of your questions.
“Uhm…how old are you?” you ask her.
She must’ve noticed something is off you tell yourself; it was a stupid question, out of context, and it was a little personal, too. “Oh, you know how mares never tell their age.” She exaggerates and places the back of her hoof to her forehead, before giggling to herself. “I’m seven years old.”
At this, your mind reels. If she is seven, it would explain why she is smaller than you, but not by much. It also wouldn’t explain why she is living out here in a cabin by herself. Then again, you think to yourself, if she is like an animal, you assume “pony-years” would act a lot like “dog-years”, where one year is equivalent to multiple human years. But you still don’t know how many “human-years” she is. The more you think about this, the more you start shivering as you try to understand this new culture and its people...well rather, ponies.
Fluttershy notices this and she tries to get your attention. “S-sir? Sir? Please, sir?” You snap your head up—when did it go down?—and look at her concerned face. “Are you alright, sir? Is something wrong?”
Your mind scrabbles for an excuse. “Uh…I’m not sure. I don’t mean to be rude, but can I have a drink?” You scratch the back of your head and look down, trying to avoid making awkward eye contact.
“Sure thing.” She says softly. She gets off the couch and makes her way to the kitchen as you watch her pass you by. You continue to watch her as she vanishes into the kitchen and you hear the clinking of glasses as she prepares something. She pops her pink and yellow head out of the kitchen and asks you “Would you like some water or some cider?”
You know you have to calm yourself down, and you know it has been awhile since you had some cider, you ask her for some cider. She nods her head and disappears back into the kitchen again. You listen to her bustle around in the kitchen. You hear something heavy thunk around and something thick pour into a cup.
You watch her walk out with her wings extended out from her. You notice, curiously, that she is holding two steins with her feathers, almost like a hand with fingers. Each wooden stein is huge and you notice that each is filled to the brim with, what you assume is, cider. It looks like beer, you recall, with foam frothing over the top, wetting her wingtips as well as the feathers wrapped around the steins.
She walks over to you and hands you one of the steins with the froth and takes her place next to you again as she takes a sip. You hear the sound of liquid being slurped and you can help but think of an innuendo. She turns her head and puts down the giant mug, froth coating her mouth. She notices you staring and tries to clean it by licking it off, serving only to entertain more of your thoughts.
When she is finished, she speaks again. “Do you have any more questions? We still have some time before she gets here.”
You begin to think of other things as you reach for your stein and take a sip. The warm, bubbly liquid flows over your taste buds and you can taste a strong hint of delicious apples in the brew. You swallow the delightful concoction and lick your lips as an after-taste of apples sticks to your tongue.
“Uh…yeah…” you answer her. “How strong is this?” You faintly remember drinking something like this not long ago, maybe in another life or maybe not.
She ponders this for a moment. “You know, I’m not too sure.” She says after a while. “My friend, Applejack, always makes her cider like this, so I’m not so sure if it’s that strong or not.” She takes another sip and giggles quietly. “Plus, I like the taste.”
“Oh, okay…” you concede as you take another sip. You are unsure whether or not it is your new physiology again or if the cider is stronger than you originally thought, but you can feel the soothing effects of alcohol calm your system. At this newfound discovery, you are a little worried that the alcohol, while calming, could be dangerous when consumed in high amounts, a fact which the taste of the cider is not helping. You begin to feel nervous again.
“Do you like it?” she asks snapping you out of your regained state of paranoia. You say it is fine and ask politely for another stein. She grins and scoots off the couch to walk back into the kitchen. Once more, you feel the alcohol beginning to take effect as you find your eyes drawn to her haunches. You shake this attraction off and blame your new physique again as she brings you another froth-filled stein.
She climbs back onto the couch and sits next to you, this time closer than before. You feel quite content at this and start to drink a little more. You both sit on the couch for a moment of silence and slurps from steins until Fluttershy tries to get you to start talking again.
“So…” she starts off. “What’s your name, sir? I don’t believe I heard you say it yet.”
Your name. It takes a second to grasp it; the cider is finally starting to kick in. You tell her your name, or what you think it may be. The second it slips past your lips, it all starts to come back to you now. Your past and the life you led. Your ancient history. The unfortunate accident.
“What a delightful name.” she grins and takes another sip.
“You think so? I don’t like it, but, then again, who likes their own name?” You think aloud. You almost continue, but you stop yourself. This cider is making you spout some idiotic stuff. Once again, you try to relax and try to take your mind off of things.
“Sorry,” you apologize, “but enough about me. What about you, Fluttershy? What do you do?”
She shuffles in place and ruffles her wings. “Well, since I like to live out here near the forest, I take care of my little animal friends. I guess you could say that’s what I do; I take care of animals and sometimes pets.” She chuckled in her stein. “I actually have a story about this one little animal I took care of.” You adjust yourself and take a large sip from your stein as you listen to her.
“This one time, I had taken care of a sick little bird. I was at a party with my friend Twilight and I saw the poor thing trapped in a cage. It was in bad shape.” She said before taking a swig from her stein. “Its feathers were falling off, its skin was deathly pale, and it couldn’t even sit up straight.” She looks at you. “I couldn’t just leave it there. So I took the bird when nopony was looking and brought it home with me.
“There were a lot of problems dealing with the sickly thing. One was that I had stolen it from our ruler, who had brought the bird with her to the party, and was eagerly looking for it. The other problem was that it wouldn’t take any medicine to make it feel better.” You noticed what seemed to be a flash of anger glaze over her round eyes for a second. “I tried everything; special feed, pills, even a nice bath. Nothing would work!” She said a little loudly, lightly tapping the couch seat she sat on in what must have passed for a punch. Despite this, you kept on drinking and listened to her every word. You might’ve hated to admit it, but you were hooked on her.
“Then one day…” she continues, trying to take another swig from her stein. It is obvious that the alcohol is beginning to affect her as well as you watch her fumble with her mouth for purchase onto the lip of the enormous cup. She shakily puts her stein on the table again and continues. “Then one day, I decided to give it back to her.” She hiccups. “I give it back to her. Y-you know wha-what happened?” She looks wildly at you.
“I don’t know. Tell me.” You ask.
She hiccups again before progressing. “I-I let the thing go.” She says and you note how she doesn’t use the word “poor” to describe the “thing”. “I let it go and POOF!” she exclaims, throwing out her front legs, nearly knocking over her stein and you jump at this unusually loud outburst. The cider is making her become clumsy with her behavior. “It turned to ashes!” She explained and you can see her eyes glaze over, almost ready to well up with tears. “I’ve n-never felt more scared in my life!” Right when she looks like she is about the cry, she hiccups and her sadness seems to vanish immediately.
“Excuse me.” She apologizes. You confirm the alcohol has been absorbed into your system when you find yourself becoming aroused, thinking of perverse things in mind.
You try to pass off with some small chat; you can’t think straight. “Ahhh…that was surprising. How did the owner take it?”
She grins drunkenly. “The funn--” she hiccups. “The funny thing was that she was so calm.” She holds her stein again, but she doesn’t take a sip. She spins the remaining nectar around as she reminisces about the day this occurred. “I remember her bending over and asked it to stop fooling around. Then…” She paused, trying to find the right words. “…it just turned back into a Phoenix.” She closed her eyes and smiled, the drunkenness of it all temporarily vanished. “It was…magnificent…” she said finally finding a word to convey her feelings. “I guess I could say that I have never been more impressed in my life…”
You keep drinking and give a positive hum. “That’s amazing!”
“It was so…beautiful…to watch something die and become reborn…” she continued.
You realize you have almost drunk your second cider. By now, you are well drunk and you can feel your inhibitions slowly fail. “Well, where I’m from, there are many beautiful things.” You tell her, remembering all the sights of the big city you once lived in. “But, I’ve never seen a Phoenix, though.”
She turns to you, appalled. “Oh, you poor soul!” she exclaims. “It is one of the most beautiful creatures you could ever lay eyes on!”
You smile and your drunken mind takes over. You slide a little closer to her. “That’s not true.” You say. As you say this, you feel that you are staring at her intently. You think about what you said; you might have implied something a little too obviously.
She looks at you, bewilderment in her large eyes. “What?” she asks. “You’ve seen something more amazing than a phoenix?”
You aren’t sure if she didn’t understand what you were saying. You aren’t really sure if you should brush it off or not; your desires are growing and your inhibitions shrinking. You sit there quietly for a second, unsure what to say, curious where to take this. You begin to think perversely the next second; the alcohol has completely set in. You have been fully affected and, thinking perversely, you start to get erect once more. The gentleman deep down inside you calls out and you try to hide it and you stumble over more questions.
“There…uhm…there must be a lot of other ponies you’ve seen.” You say, trying to appeal to her better nature.
She hiccups again. “Oh, no. Not around here. They’re all in town; I’m too scared to go there.”
“Why would that be?” You try to keep her attention away from your lower area.
“I’m always afraid that they—” *hic* “—would laugh at me becau—” *hic* “—because I don’t fly around like some of—” *hic* “—my friends.” She takes another swig from her stein.
“You don’t fly?” you ask, not expecting an answer. You try to console her. “That’s really nothing to be ashamed of.” You give her a warm smile. “I think you’re special.”
She returns your smile and cocks her head slightly. “Thanks. I usually don’t get many visitors, just my friends most of the time.”
You frown a little. “That must be lonely…”
Her smile gradually vanishes. “Yeah…it is…” She looks around her and you can see as the unsureness of her drunkenness disappearing as well. “All I have are these little creatures.” She says as she looks over her furry friends. “And even then, they only rely on me to feed them…”
You take in this new information and use it to fuel your next one. You are unsure of how to word it or even how to ask. You don’t want to make her feel awkward. “Have you ever…?” you ask her unsurely. You take a slow exhale and you try not to look uncertain.
She thinks about your question. “Have I eve--…” her eyes bulge slightly at your inquiry. “Oh…” she says blankly. “Uh…”She begins to look uncomfortable and you notice her wings are slowly unfurling.
You realize that this is too personal of a question. “I’m sorry.” You apologize.
“D-do you w-want some more cider?” She asks, trying to change the subject.
“Y-yeah.” You accept. “That sounds nice.” You feel responsible for making the situation awkward and you feel the getting drunk more would be your chastisement. She gets up again, fills up two more steins full of cider, and returns to the couch, giving you your cider. Her wingspan, while impressive, is quite small for her size and looks almost vestigial to what you think should be the right size. She hands the stein to you again and sits back down on the couch.
Closer to you, you notice.
You proceed to drink some more, curious as to why she sat closer. Thoughts, random and spastic, start to hit your brain at a fast pace. You quickly come to the conclusion: cider.
Almost unexpectedly, you feel the tips of her feathers brush along your back, tickling you slightly. This just serves to arouse you more. The physical contact surprised you and made you a little more erect. There is no way hide it for much longer.
She takes another foam-filled swig, recoating her mouth with frothing cider. She turns to you and you almost lose it when you look back at her. She notices how tense you’re getting. You just try and avoid eye contact and she notices how you’ve become aroused. You don’t realize it yet, still avoiding eye contact with her and her body. Out of the corner of your eye, you swear you see her smile.
What was an accidental brush of the wing now becomes purposeful as she feathers your back once more. You shiver and stare at her, realizing she is very drunk by her now-rosy cheeks and her half-lidded eyes. You realized that she has finally taken notice of your arousal, but you are unsure of to proceed. She takes another brush on your back and you begin, sliding out of your sitting position and get up onto the couch, eventually ending up in an uncomfortable standing position with one hoof one the back of the couch for support. But it doesn’t matter at the moment. All that matters is what she does.
Right in front of her face and tantalizingly close to her mouth is your completely erect penis. At first she is stunned, not sure what to do here. Her breath flows out of her mouth and nose, sending a warm sensation tingling up your spine. Then, she smiles and looks up at you, wiping away the doubts you had about this.
“Remember that question of yours? The one you never really finished?” she asks, sitting up in a kneeling position, putting her hooves on your hips. You nod; you know where this is going. “After all this is done,” she says trying to smile seductively, “I think that’ll be a ‘yes’…” she bites her lip and her already rosy cheeks redden more as she blushes.
Your erect penis stiffens more. You can’t help but feel fully aroused and you want to lose control, feeling completely drunk. She looks back down at your new pride and takes it in her left hoof, sending chills up your spine at her touch, causing you to involuntarily flinch. You feel the tip of it touch right below your chest, a place you had not expected it to reach, and you look down at her to see your flared tip staring right back at you. Below that, you see Fluttershy move in closer. She opens her mouth wide enough to stick out her tongue, the evening sun glinting off the saliva on it. Seeing her move closer like this makes your penis twitch in place and it hardens even more.
She adjusts herself one more time before reaching out and touching your tip with her tongue. You let out a quiet gasp of air. Your new body is extremely sensitive as you feel an electric sensation tingle at the base of your spine. She wraps her lips around the head and she gives it several big, wet kiss, sucking at it each time her lips come in contact with it. After the fifth kiss, she gives your head a nice, big lick as she wraps her tongue around it.
You stutter something incomprehensible as you close your eyes. You exhale loudly as she continues licking and rubbing the tip all over. It feels rough and slimy, like a wet cloth. You begin breathing heavily; you’ve never felt something so good before. She keeps licking, kissing, sucking, and anything in between until a good one-third of your penis has been salivated on or otherwise wetted or lubricated.
You are already coming close to ejaculation. This new body is sensitive and you are still unused to it. Your facial expression shows so and she observes this. She lets go of your penis with a wet and satisfying pop! and gives you a wet smile.
“So soon?” she jests. You give her a self-annoyed look and grunt, slightly sexual, slightly frustrated.
“I’m…I’m just not used to this body.” You say what was on your mind.
She giggles, stroking your shaft slowly. “Just let me do this…” she puts her other hoof on your leg, rubbing it in an ironic effort to try and calm you. “Don’t you worry a bit.” She winks seductively at you.
She brings your attention back to your penis and puts it above her head. Her pink hair is soft as the middle of it lies on her forehead, stretching out further beyond her crown. She takes her tongue and begins licking and lapping around the hilt. You feel a small amount of spittle being released around your balls and her tongue licks playfully at them, making them bounce around and sucking at them. Over and over, she sucks each one, licking around them comedically, in your opinion, like a lollipop.
You put your hoof on her head gently. “Ah…” you moan pleasurably. “This feels so good…”
She stops sucking and wraps her mouth around your shaft. Using her saliva as lube, she works her way up and down the length for a minute or so, occasionally pausing to lick the head or play with your balls some more.
As you revel in the pleasure, another question formulates in your mind. You open your eyes and look down at her, smiling as she continues lavishing over your new source of pride. “Flutter, dear?”
She looks up as she continues to pleasure you.
“Uhm…where did you learn how to do this?” You try to run your hoof through her hair, to no avail. “I think it’s incredible.” You’re gasping quickly now. It was a good thing you decided to speak earlier. Your strength is beginning to leave you.
Through pauses for air, she answers, “I have always wanted to do something like this.” She gives your head a lick. “It kinda thought that it was practice for me when I would take a carrot and do something like this.” She says and licks the bottom of your penis, starting from the middle and going all the way to the bottom of the tip. “But I don’t do that anymore.” She says open-mouthed as she spins her tongue around your head again.
You feel slight empathy about this. She has never felt physical contact like this before, never felt the urges, cravings, and the heat of passion. The second you feel sorry for her is the second sexual desire quickly takes over again.
“I’m…sorry to hear that…ah…” you falter as she makes her final pass. On her journey back up, she lets go of the might organ and stares at it as it floats and twitches in front of her face, a light trickle of your excitement streaming along your shaft. She smirks and wraps her mouth around the entire top part of your penis and as much else as she can, which ends up to be around three or four inches from your point of view.
At your pleasured exhale, she pauses before placing her hooves back on your hips and she looks up at you. You feel her tongue flit around in her mouth, pushing out saliva through gaps to trickle down your shaft. She continues to lavish your head some more until she decides to go down further. She closes her eyes and pulls you closer, pushing her head down onto your slick cock.
Using her drool and spittle as lubricant, she continues her way downwards, not even pausing or stopping for a breath. You can feel your head pass by all sorts of things on her way down: the roof of her mouth, the tender uvula sticking to the top as it curves down into her cavernous throat. You watch her and stare intently at her pink mane as she closes the gap between her head and your crotch. You know you can’t last for much longer; it’s simply too much.
You feel her hot breath hit your crotch and you inhale sharply as she reaches your hilt. The warm cavern of her gullet tickles your penis and she begins to slowly move her head up and down along your rail. She affirms her hold on your hips and begins to fellate you with more intensity. You feel long lines of saliva drip and fall out of this sensational spectacle and onto the couch, darkening it and mixing in with the sopping wetness emanating and dripping from the fork between her legs. She knows you will be blowing soon.
You begin exhaling more furiously now. The electricity building at the base of your spine has sprung all the way up to the base of your skull, making everything look like a blur. She picks up on your erratic breathing and begins to use her tongue again, rubbing it along any part of your penis that glides into and out of her mouth.
You close your eyes and you take your hand off the couch. You put your hoof onto her shoulder and you begin to thrust awkwardly as you move your hips like this for the first time in an attempt nearing your glorious climax. Amid the thrusting, you reach behind her and try to grab as much as her mane in your hoof as possible and push her head down as much as possible. You exhale, “I’m…gonna…ooh…” You are speechless as you ram your member further down her throat.
Her eyes bulge at this new intensity and her pupils dilate cartoonishly. She stops moving own her own accord and lets you force her head back and forth. As you further near climax, you hear her making noises as if she is being choked or suffocated. You want to stop and let her breathe, but starts moaning passionately and over-exaggerated gags.
Eventually, the mounting pleasure reaches a boiling point and you feel you are ready to explode into her. But you’re not sure whether to cum inside of her or not and you don’t want to surprise her and actually choke and make her gag.
Your final thrusts are uncoordinated, but powerful and you pull all of your impressive size out, thick ropes of saliva and pre-cum strung between your flared head and her gaping maw. The last thing she sees before she is temporarily blinded is a thick stream of ivory seed shooting out from your slit of the head. She tries to breathe, but your seed flies into her mouth, splashing her tongue and causing her to jump back a little, landing on her back on the couch. More and more thick globs of cum spray onto her, past her flailing front hooves and onto her face, even landing in her hair. As you spray out more of your seed, it lands on targets closer to you; first her chest, then her stomach and gut, and even spraying her tender nethers with your last spurt.
With your large outburst, you finally feel extremely drained. You collapse onto the couch with her, squeezing into the gap between her and the back of the jade sofa. You attempt to move and adjust yourself to prevent from squishing her with your weight, but you can’t muster enough strength. You both sit there, your bodies already tensing up and your breathing erratic and ragged.
She starts moving rigidly, rebelling against her hardening body, and slowly wipes off a hoofful of creamy seed from her neck and chest, rubbing it around her matted fur before taking some to her mouth. To your amusement, she laps at it weakly before rubbing it around her mouth. She looks at you, licking her lips leisurely.
“I like it…” she says humorously. “It tastes…sweet…and…mmm…salty…” she adds, licking her hoof again. “Like bittersweet chocolate…” she chuckles.
You continue to breathe, now through your mouth as your own body becomes matted by sweat. You are still slightly aroused, your limp member resting on the inside of her right leg. You gently smile at her.
She smiles back and slips her sticky hoof under your cheek. “Do you remember, baby, when I said I had never been more impressed in my life when I saw that magnificent Phoenix?”
“Yeah…” you breathe.
“Well…I think I can take that back.” She scoots closer to you. “Now, I have never been more impressed in my life.”
You chuckle and smile at her. You scoot closer to her as well and embrace her with all the strength you can muster, wrapping your front legs over hers and around her neck. She leans in close, the setting sun dancing off of her azure eyes.
You weren’t sure how you got here, or what is happening, but this was something you would cherish; now feeling sentiment for this new world. You embrace her tightly, not wanting to let go.
She touches her forehead to yours and plants a soft kiss on your lips. “Thank you…” she smiles warmly and kisses you again, longer, sweeter.
You contemplate your odd situation, now feeling conflicted about leaving. You wonder if you should ask her whether you should go try to go back home or if you should stay here with her.
A serious aura now blankets the room. Her eyes are boring right into you and it feels as if she is staring right into your soul. She sees you question dancing there. She wraps her front legs around your body and buries her head under yours.
“Please…don’t go…” she pleads quietly, hugging you tighter.
Feeling your new attachment to this world, and more specifically, her, you answer Fluttershy. “I won’t.” You pull her close to you, careful not to squeeze her. “I won’t…”
Although you cannot see it, you feel her cheeks stretch as she beams at this. She reaches her head back and moves in, kissing you once more. This time, she does not lift away her head away to break contact. You kiss her back, your passion galvanized by your love for her, smiling all the while. You lie there, embracing her tightly, all of your strength drained by your act of drunken lust. You still feel slightly aroused by her; she is covered in your drying seed, but she doesn’t mind at all.
She finally breaks away and resumes her position of lying underneath your head, nuzzling against your neck, cooing softly. You continue lying there, closing your eyes, drifting to sleep, without a care in the world as you bury your face in her mane.