> An Oddly Arousing Evening
>  by Art Inspired
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> Oddly arousing!
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An Oddly Arousing Evening




Princess Celestia, ruler of the wide and expanding land of Equestria, sat on her throne, waiting for the next subject to pass admission so that he or she might see her. The door opened and one of the royal administrators showed a stallion with a jet black mane in. His small, cyan highlights brought out his grey coat's delicate glow while the sunlight drenched him through the nearby windows. His cutie mark, a quill with a sharpened edge, told everypony he was not only a writer, but a mental artist as well. His eyes revealed his sheer anger from the processing that he just endured. Looking at the alicorn, his mood showed annoyance and told her that he wanted nothing more than to finish his job and finally be done with this.

“Are you alright?” Celestia asked in concern.

“No, your highness, I’m not... my work requires me to see this room, not you... so listening to them ask me over and over again why I wish to acquire visitation, while it was blasted obvious from the get-go... well, it’s just silly!”

The royal being’s eyebrows raised in surprise after Fabric Detail’s forward reply. “You know,” she offered, trying to keep her peaceful state despite the stallion’s prissy attitude, “I appreciate you going through the procedure. You must understand, my subject, that it actually is necessary for all ponies to be processed before visiting me these days. It’s far too dangerous and pointless to allow just anypony to see me, as I don’t know if they’ve anything of interest. Ever since I started this inspection technique, things have been flowing rather smoothly. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Fabric Detail, also known as Fab, sighed and continued with his work. The unicorn, a royal Canterlot furnishing designer, had to inspect all the equipment and personal possessions of the entire palace to see if they had the correct styles. His rigorous job meant that he often became so angered by the recurring errors of color, arrangement, and everything else that had to do with furniture that he took his frustrations out on the nearest, innocent pony that might be passing by, only to come back moments later to apologize thanks to growing guilt.

The princess resumed her daily activities like documentation and application approving while Fab examined his general surroundings and inspected every corner of the lavish room, oblivious of her spell that was then being enchanted. Her lips formed a smile as she asked, “That’s a dark curiosity you have there...”

“What do you mean?” Fabric asked, turning his head to her location.

“Oh, don’t worry; I’ll keep this secret for you. It’ll never slip.” This sentence made Fabric’s body feel loose. No one had ever discovered any of his secrets, so to find out the princess was deceitful enough to invade his personal thoughts would forever leave him uneasy about being near her.

His jaw dropped as he asked, “You didn’t... you read my mind?!”

The royal’s chuckles gave the stallion his answer. She looked into his gaze and explained, “This is a dangerous curiosity... one that I think required quenching.” She magically summoned an ancient book of spells, most of which had been long forgotten by then. Grey and brown dust stained the hard cover, while the pages inside could be seen as somewhat torn or rotting.

Fab scrutinized it best he could, yet no title, nor cover picture could be seen on it. The piece of literature looked blank on the outside, but the inside held dark enchantments and sorcery nopony had experimented with in a very long time. While Fab thought about how she had magically brought it up from her personal quarters downstairs, she passed the book over to him.

It automatically opened to a certain page that revealed Fabric’s curious desire. His eyes read the enchantment over while his mouth quivered. Sweat started to pop up along his brow. “You’re giving me... what I want? But, your highness, this isn’t right!” He seemed to shrink in place.

“Why is that?" Celestia responded, her smile only growing wider as she stood up tall, "I know how it feels to wish for such a thing to occur. You see, my faithful subject... if this desire isn’t met, the thought can cloud your focus, bring serious daydreaming into view, and cause the feelings not to dissipate but, instead, grow.” The stallion’s eyes fell upon the book while Celestia tempted him. “Take it... It’ll be a onetime deal, right? You’ll enjoy it, I guarantee you this.”

The book closed its pages, making a solemn echo bounce along the walls. Fab looked up at Celestia, his ears drooping, and he claimed, “Well, I’m finished here... uh, thank you for this gift, but I’ll need help... though, I pretty much know the perfect unicorn to aid me in this spell.” He cleared his throat. “Thank you, again.”

Fabric left with the book and started reading it while trotting the halls. He passed by one of the administrators on his way out, but Fab didn’t notice him magically copying the imagery of the book, page for page. The entire work, words concealed within the pages themselves as well as the form of the book, was thoroughly duplicated by the cunning being from simply a mere glance.

The being smiled and returned to his room, with his own version of the spell book contained within his magical aura. After he calmly shut his door, he gazed at himself at the nearby mirror and muttered his name, Mirrors Frame. Ominous looking red text appeared upon the mirror’s glass, displaying details of the thieved information. However, a full three weeks passed before Mirrors ever managed to completely crack the copied piece of literature, giving Fab enough time to read up on how to perform the spell he desired as well as to find out who he could trust as an ally while performing the spell.

Meanwhile, a particularly talented griffon with another set of challenges sat in a nearby cafe, contemplating his place in the Equestrian system as he glanced wistfully down the street. In Canterlot, ponies that maintained civil order took on the title of moderators. The most exalted of those become known as administrators or admins for short. The royal staff brought them in for the job thanks to huge masses of Princess Celestia's subjects that constantly came in from the city and walked right into the palace.

One of the cafe’s waiters brought the admin a fresh coffee, making a mini-speech about the joys of having such a privileged individual at their humble place. The waiter, a short and almost filly-aged mare, felt clearly intimidated by the admin’s striking appearance-- her eyes moving from the admin’s jade pigmented feathers to his roughly critical, dark brown eyes to his beak, featuring a nasty scar running down its left side. She made a point of enunciating the admin's particular name, Swift Drifter, which lead Swift to merely smile back and wait until the waiter tended to a nearby couple.

Swift knew that he didn’t look bad, not at all. Yet his highly intimidating image obscured the fact that most considered him actually one of the nicer beings in the royal palace. He signed before he returned to his mental recap, thinking more about his duties.

So many ponies would hope to gain an audience with their ruler to possibly make a request, ask questions, or even discuss a new, uprising issue. Though, as Swift thought to himself, a lot of ponies came to the Castle there to offer gifts of appreciation. While he enjoyed that, with so many ponies wanting entrance to see the princess, there just had to come about some kind of regulatory process-- for her to sort which civilians wouldn’t waste her valuable time versus which ones could’ve made valid points and possibly helped her in the ever stressful tending to all of Equestria.

Swift thought to himself about how administrators had the toughest jobs when it comes to admitting ponies to visit her highness. The alicorn hoofpicked a total of nine highly decorated and skilled processors for the task, two of which have been at it for the longest time. He stopped to sip his coffee once again, not wanting to recall how he had made too many procedures to count.

Ponies often told him that he was regarded as one of the best administrators around, particularly because he had made personal contributions to her highness during his years of being in the palace. The same title went to the admin’s good friend, and technically considered competitor, Mirrors Frame. Sadly, Mirrors had buried himself in his private rooms, only venturing out for official business, for quite a while.

Swift knew about Mirror’s tendency to copy ponies’ works with his magic, becoming obsessed. He hoped at least that Mirrors hadn’t gotten involved in something dangerous. At least Mirror’s position, being the one dealing with which pony had acceptable questions and/or offerings, whether it be advice, suggestions, or even small offerings like jewelry, seemed to put him a good mood most of the time.

Swift’s main job as an administrator was to make sure anypony who had passed the first moderation went through the second phase. He spent that particular day inspecting ponies to make sure that they didn’t carried any weapons or had any dastardly espionage initiatives. Once the ponies went through this airport security-like process, they’d finally received admission to see the princess of the sun. Swift didn’t quite ask for his job, earning the title when the princess discovered his talent to detect hidden arms and evil intent.

Swift, finishing his coffee completely as he idly scratched his chin, had his mind flip back to his friend Mirrors. That unicorn had studied many enchantments, many involving such arcane skills. That natural interest led Mirrors to copy books, newspapers, pamphlets, and all kinds of information he came across. Swift thought back even further, to the time when he and Mirrors had met, and he remembered how he had felt impressed by Mirror’s mere appearance.

Mirrors had passed Celestia’s Magic School for Gifted Unicorns at a very young age, and, since graduation, his talents of observation and judgment had been greatly appreciated throughout the years he worked as an admin. Swift heard first of Mirror’s reputation, but he later felt struck by the stallion’s handsomeness. Mirror’s deep red body, almost bloody-looking yet not bright enough to be considered the proper tint, as well as his cutie mark, depicting a green check detailed above swirling smoke lines wafting from a ‘outer’ labeled box, appeared well noticeable above all Mirror’s other features.

Swift couldn’t help but compare his own scales in the reflection upon his empty coffee glass with Mirror’s impressive mane, a shimmering blue set of locks that curled in odd places as it swooped down and sometimes caused some loose strands to fall upon Mirror’s handsome face. The stallion found that, with those strands blocking his vision during the examination of documentations and submission forms, his mane often felt like just a distracting hassle. His moderately elevated voice conveyed his kind touch, as did his friend Swift’s voice though the griffon’s cadence sounded rather lower. 

Swift admitted to himself that he missed all of the personal time with Mirrors. He just had to find out as well just what the hay that stallion had been working on, sucking up so much time. Little did Swift know that Mirrors had never seen a pony leave the royal throne room with a gift like what Fabric had received, and, with it being so duplicable, Mirrors couldn’t have resisted, especially with it being from Celestia herself.

Most of the admin’s days involved reviewing subjects at the same time as workers of the palace. Some served as journalists; others functioned as general artists such as Fabric Detail. That pony couldn’t draw for his life, but he knew how to decorate and design furniture, roomy accessories and other such things. For the past few weeks, he had walked the halls with his head high in the air while looking as though he spent every waking moment completely lost in thought.

Though Swift worried, he had forgotten that secrets seldom stay kept in their desired states. Fab’s secret, something that all stallions would have shivered at had they discovered, didn’t stay in its particular condition for much longer.





Through the crystalloid, kaleidoscope glass, Luna’s moonlight painted the inverted image of stories that withheld history upon the palace’s floor. With the time reaching roughly past eight, all of the admins bid each other goodnight as they retreated to their personal quarters; all did, except for two. Mirror’s green feathered colleague had caught up to the secretive equine. With a tugging claw going around the unicorn’s neck, Swift presented the question, “Going somewhere, my finely stressed associate?”    

“C’mon, Swift, I’m tired… what do you want?” Mirrors exasperatedly sighed, his mood unmatched to the griffin’s enthusiasm. Yet they walked together all the same. Being such close friends, they had explored the palace in all manner of ways since their starting off days as admins.

Once time approached that fateful moment, the two found themselves in a quaint, secluded area that they believed no other pony had ever discovered. That place, featuring an old, abandoned tower, appeared perfect for a chill zone and hardly could attract attention. The two would regularly force themselves into wanting to hang out just so they could visit what they simply dubbed ‘the usual spot’.

“We’re good for the night then?” Swift asked, putting on his same, cocky grin as a moment ago.

Mirrors, rolling his eyes, simply replied, “Alright…but I’d much rather be going to bed.”

“Aw, what’s going to sleep without some liquid in your belly?! I’ll treat you to some rum!” Swift stepped over closer to his friend, waving in the air for emphasis.

“You always treat me to drinks, and then your feathery ass just sips wine all night!” Mirrors called out, flashing his normal smile.

Laughing at the same, overused jokes they always made, the two friends trotted their way to the tower without any followers. Soon, they reached a long, narrow flight of stairs, just barely noticeable within a small crevice. Swift led the front due to the slim walls that could have easily brought upon claustrophobia. Eventually, though, the passage widened, allowing the two the freedom to walk in a less cramped fashion. Once they reached the top, the old, dusty, decaying, wooden door was all that kept them from a night of drunkenness. It slowly creaked open to reveal a worn out room, damaged and in desperate need of tidying up along with some really effective air freshener.

To the left, a small work space occupied the first corner. Books and scrolls sat there, all stacked high on top of each other. Mirrors used this work area for his magic research, but the latest book that one could have spotted sitting on the desk was his Classic Mares magazine from years ago. As well, double wooden doors stood on the far side of the room that led to the balcony. They had intricately crafted metal that covered the front glass. It swirled in plant-like ways, though being extremely rusty. From then on, the two had set up boxes and old cargo that they had brought up in their previous days, items stacked all over the right side of a lavish bed.

Said object was the only thing that looked decent in the room. The pillows, made of highly absorbent beads of fluff that could protect an egg from a ten weighted dumbbell falling through a tube, complemented well the silk sheets and matching silk blanket. One could end the description with very little dignity, noting that only twenty-five percent of the two’s surroundings appeared acceptable for guests. They never had any though; nopony but those hard workers and the princesses knew about this secret escape. All theirs, they could do whatever they pleased.

From the cooler that sat to the left of the bed, a bottle of rum levitated to Mirrors. Its bottle cap flew off followed by long, stringy lines of the alcoholic beverage spilled upwards and headed into his mouth, with a cerulean aura surrounding everything. While Mirrors sipped on his drink and laid down on the bed, the griffin pulled out his bottle of wine while sighing, “Ah… sweet nectar of berries and other delectable ingredients… while yours is simple, cheap crap that it virtually tasteless!”

“I’d rather taste nothing than taste piss, bro,” Mirrors shot back, “and besides, this is good shit right here. Not just any rum, but Captain Maregan’s! This is the best-”

“Blah, blah, blah! That’s all I hear from you! The stuff is tasteless and you know it.”

Laughing at the silly debate, Mirrors rested his body on the bed, relaxing through still feeling in a bitter mood. He looked at Swift’s claw as it whipped his glass with a cotton swab, cleansing it of any spots or germ marks. “Dude, just pour it,” the pony said, knowing full well the statement would aggravate his friend.

“I will not drink from an unclean glass!” Swift retorted.

“But you’ll chill with me in possibly the most unsanitary area in all of Canterlot? That's ridiculous.” Mirror’s grin seemed to take up his entire face, his hooves brushing along the silk.

The griffin scoffed, “There is a big difference between touching dirt, and drinking it.”

“Whatever you say,” Mirrors murmured, pressing the top of his head against a pillow.

The night they spent there usually preceded the same way, every evening. They talked about their work, how much they hated it, and how they wished to simply quit but knew they had a royal duty to uphold. Swift had made many rescues in his time while Mirrors had worked on things such as approving submissions that were submitted to be admitted entry, interviewing each pony about their submission, and then submitting requests for more submission forms before finally complaining to the lead administrator. Getting into another rant, Mirrors yelled, “And then, when I’m out of submission forms, I have to request for more request forms for the submission forms! WHY?! Why can’t I just have an infinite amount of these, damn it?!”

“Maybe the upper ranked members find it funny to treat you like that. I’m just glad I don’t have to put up with that crap.”

As Swift sipped lazily on his now half empty wine glass, Mirrors just huffed and talked about the things that pissed him off during that past day. While he got up, he finally finished his complaining with, “And I swear, If I gotta do another request for forms that requests for submission forms, I’m gonna SCREAM!”

To ease his frustrations, the pony walked out onto the balcony and inhaled breaths of relaxing, nighttime air into his exasperated lungs. The slow, freezing breeze wafted through his mane, sliding it across his shoulders. Swift just snickered at his friend’s anger while ruffling his feathers, though gazing in Mirror’s direction for a while.

The griffon then looked over at the bed and asked, “You know what I wouldn’t give up right about now?” Mirrors turned his head and listened. “A mare, nice and beautiful… The kind you’ve got in your classics book.”

“Heh, yeah, but those are old… most of which probably don’t even remember doing those photo shoots. Hell, I’m in the same boat as you are, but when exactly are we supposed to get somepony in here?!”

The griffin decided to leave the inside of their room and join his friend; both admin’s gazing at Luna’s moon. Swift, making a small sigh, explained on, “I have no real idea… but hey, whatever, you know? Let that come naturally… Who knows, maybe tonight, we’ll-”

“Is that Fabric?” Mirrors asked in a semi puzzled, but unconcerned tone.

Down below, Fabric Detail walked the trails of the Canterlot garden in a suspicious stride. He usually combed his mane back, but, that particular night, he had set it up in something like spikes, almost punk rock styled. The two felt confident that he just woke up for whatever reason he was out there for. If not that, he had to have been extremely stressed.

Having nothing else to do, the admin’s decided to investigate more thoroughly. Swift instructed his friend, “Quickly, catch him with a tracking spell!” The unicorn did so; lines of multi-color spectrums forming that took the shape of a circle before giving the two the ability of observing the stallion.

“Excellent,” Mirrors commented, rubbing his front hooves in satisfaction.

“We’ll totally be able to see what he’s up to now," the griffin said, "Uh... Refresh my memory... Who is this guy again? I’ve seen him around, but never really noticed him.”

Mirrors chuckled and claimed, “That’s Fabric Detail… a really shy steed who’s basically the most artistic pony in Canterlot. He’s considered a low class subject due to his new position. Not many ponies know him yet, but I’ve seen him around… he can be a pest when it comes to submission. He had plenty of ideas, but sometimes, it’s thanks to him I get overrun!”




Fab raced through bushes and trees, finally coming upon Canterlot Castle’s concrete wall. He skimmed his head around in search for something while whistling like some bird. Suddenly, out from behind the shrubs, another pony approached. His glossy white mane looked like the most noticeable locks found on any pony in the entire palace.

Fab immediately recognized the stallion as Jab. The leader of the administrators himself enjoyed his company, something rarely earned, but Jab was no commoner. One of the better submitters, he often made remarkable suggestions to her highness. Individuals treated him as far more than just another pony.

Jab, a decorated, royal Canterlot subject, hardly wanted to be seen with the likes of somepony like Fabric, mainly because he always made sure to take his smug, unpleasing look out on life upon unfortunate others. The pony he was meeting that might was no exception. Jab also had picked up quite a reputation as a ruffian who enjoyed getting into fights and starting argumentations to some.

“You sure nopony followed, right?” Jab asked, profanely concerned for some odd reason.

“No worries, no one saw me leave... at least, I hope so.”

“Good! I’d hate for somepony to find out I was helping you with this ridiculous plan! I mean really?! If it wasn’t for the fact that you practically begged, I’d slam you into a tree here and now! It’s just silly! Why would you wish to become… well, you know…”

Fab tilted his head and explained, “I’ve just been curious about how it feels… to be a mare.”

In the hidden background high above, Mirror’s jaw dropped as he heard that statement. Swift just made a shocked, and for the most part, overreacting expression. They both found themselves standing up straighter, listening at full attention.

“It’s just intriguing, you know?” Fabric pleaded for assurance with a slight smile. He stared into the unappeased eyes of his friend and continued, “See, it all started with me... uh, finding this old spell book about gender bending.”

“And the seed was planted,” Jab said with a roll of the eyes and a chuckle under his statement. “It just grew and grew, right? Well, I think you should definitely have your head examined!”

Fab averted his eyes once more at that, making Jab feel more like some bully messing with a defenseless kid. He came closer and rested his hoof upon Fab’s shoulder while offering, “Look, if you wanna do this, I’ll help you.” His hoof slid down to the grassy soil before asking his next question. “Why do you need my help though? I kinda need to know that.”

“I’m horrible with magic,” Fabric muttered sheepishly, “and I really, really don’t want to mess up this spell on my first try. Since this is a onetime deal, though, I appreciate this… a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep your future panties in a bundle,” Jab muttered, kicking some dirt up as he prepared himself. “Let’s get this over with, damn it!”

Fab lit his horn up in his dull, grey aura and sent shimmering spectacles in circles around his body. Soon, his eyelashes grew while Jab’s own abilities helped speed the process along. Fab’s face morphed into a sleeker form, with his frame softening up as it became more and more feminine. With the sudden feeling of lightness around his waist, the transformation finally completed, and Fabric Detail was a stallion no longer.

Jab stood there, transfixed by the sight he saw. Fabric had an extraordinary figure as a mare. He no longer had any male features; the spell literally changed him into the full and complete form of a female pony. Looking around at her hooves, she exclaimed with a much more girly voice, “Oh… This is amazing! Everything… I mean, every little thing feels different! I feel… Why do I feel so light?!”

Jab remained stationary, mesmerized by the sexy frame that was once a male. He shook his head and said, “Maybe because you have no dick!”

“Oh… yeah, there’s that… ugh… I have… the longest eyelashes! Are mares supposed to get these things caught constant, because...” His eye twitched as he continued, “Ugh, it’s like, caught... right now!”

Clearing his throat, Jab claimed he had to leave. “I’ve got other matters to attend to… I’ll uh… s-see you around, and uh… yeah.”

Taking off without so much as a good bye, the steed thought to himself, Sweet Luna, mare Fab is one gloriously enthralling pony! Gotta remember, in five total hours, he’ll return to normal… Wonder what he plans on doing while… What am I thinking? I know what he’s planning! Fucking sick bastard.

Fabric sat for a moment, gazing at his new body. Although still appearing a bit grey and drab, she seemed much more attractive than she expected. The mare flipped her mane out of her eyes and proceeded to enter the nighttime palace, unknowingly being watched by the two admins above. Back in the usual spot, Swift and Mirrors chuckled with this outlandishly hilarious development.

“We should totally invite her over!” the griffin offered.

“What?! No way!” Mirror’s face seemed to lose all its color, his hooves almost digging holes into the floor beneath him.

“Awe c’mon Mirrors! She’s obviously experimental tonight! Let’s help her.”

“Her??? Drifter, she’s a guy! I am NOT fucking a guy.”

“I can put two and two together, you know,” Swift remarked, standing up over his distraught friend. “Look, about three weeks ago, you brought that spell book Celestia gave to Fabric, right? You made an identical copy. I can tell. That’s what your damn special project that’s had you locked in your room for goodness knows how many hours has been. I just knew you had copied something important, and I damn sure think it had something to do with this.”

Mirrors simply froze, wondering why he had kept this all from his friend in the first place.

“If I’m correct, then that spell he just did is probably from that book! I mean, come on! That just seems obvious. And that book should say the spell makes the stallion one hundred percent female! Right?!” Swift called out, thrusting his claws into the air. He looked clearly agitated, wondering why Mirrors would blow such a great opportunity right there in his hooftips.

The pony levitated the book out of scraps of paper and rubble, already knowing which one it was due to its unique texture and coloring. He found the spell and said, “Well… I guess you’re right… but still, I don’t think-”

“You clean up the room, and I’ll go get her, alright!”

Mirrors shook his heavy head, smiled, looked at his friend and said, “Alright, fine… I’ll do it… but just this once.”

“Haha, sweet!” He raised his claw up high in a fist motion and Mirrors returned the gesture with a brohoof.

Just before leaving though, Mirrors motioned over and stopped Swift, the unicorn uttering, “Just take your time… I’ll deal with this mess in about fifteen minutes, but I could use more than that you know.”

The griffin chuckled and said, “Cool, and dude, don’t think about her as a stallion, not that you could. She’s a girl now. Keep that in mind.”




Fab walked the dim halls, shielded by shadows. Her tail swayed as she trotted, the mare enjoying her new ability to act so coyly. Her flanks just motioned back and forth with raw femininity. Rounding a corner, she approached her chambers, mind focusing on what exactly she would do to test out some of her new parts.

Suddenly, she made out Swift Drifter approaching from the far side of the halls. She quickly turned, sweat beginning to seep through her coat, and she thought, What in the name of Celestia is he doing awake?! It’s what, eleven at night?

“Oh, Fab,” Swift called out with a sarcastic voice. “Come out, come out.”

She slowly inched her head around the corner to see his smug smile spread clearly across his face. Returning to her hidden ways, feelings that never existed in the mare arose, and, soon, the griffin seemed to look at least somewhat attractive to her. She’d never felt quite this way about any other pony before, and certainly not ones of the masculine persuasion, at least not in her normal state. Then, it hit her. It must be this spell, she thought. It’s messing with my overall view of things… making me feel emotions for the current opposite gender like him! Damned female mind!

“Fabric?” The griffin stood right beside her, poking his head around the wall. He came out and said, "Listen, if you want, I’ll go ahead and explain.” Trembling, the grey pony just gulped nervously and didn’t say a word. “Look, Mirrors and I saw you get transformed into a girl with the help from Jab, and we were wondering-”

“You saw that?!” Fab asked in astonishment, “how?”

“Well, Mirrors used a tracking spell that allowed us to see you, and it’s self-explanatory from there.”

Fab sighed for a moment and asked, “What are you planning on doing to me?”

Her scared, cute voice felt almost too adorable for the griffin to handle. He cleared his throat before telling her about him and his friend’s intentions. “Well, actually… you were just curious, right? Why would we try and punish you for something so… insignificant? No, we just want you to join us in the quenching of this normal emotion.”

The mare blinked a few times while her mind processed what she had just heard, words stunning her almost like a slap upside her head. Did an administrator just invite me… to a threesome with his friend?” she thought in puzzlement. Her smile formed, and Swift’s grew as he heard her say with remnants of slight fear, “I’d... I’d... l-love to.”

The griffin turned with a confident style of motion and thought, Too easy!




Passing some candles that hung on the walls of the corridors, the omnipresent shadows just seemed to build each other, amplifying Fabric’s feelings of butterflies in her stomach. They walked up the narrow stairs and finally reached the dusty door. Upon entering, Swift immediately noticed how the room looked cleaner than ever.

The desk even appeared polished to a breathtaking shine. The boxes that littered the side of their bed had vanished completely, and, to top everything off, Mirrors had even used a painting spell to color the walls with intricate designs of yellow and green. The unicorn curled upon the bed, skimming through his spell book, which just so happened to be upside down. He had only just finished his work, only having time to grab a random piece of literature and quickly lie down while attempting to look nonchalant. Only Swift noticed it, though, but he resolved to tease Mirrors constantly about it later.



The stallion put his book up on its shelf, another piece on the wall that wasn’t there before his friend left to pick up their guest, and he said, “Welcome… nice to see you.”

“Heh,” Fab giggled, not fully knowing what to say. “Nice to see you too… uh… I’m sorry, but this is kinda embarrassing, you know?”

Swift put his claw on her shoulder and explained, “Look, we’re curious just like you. It’s only fair that we scratch your back, and you scratch ours in return! That's not too hard, right?”

Trying to settle her nerves, the mare decided to roll with it, but she muttered, “Look, I’m only doing this once… This is a onetime thing, got it?” The two shook their heads in compliance. “I’m going to turn back into a stallion in a little less than five hours, so remember, I’m only doing this thanks to the side effect of this spell. It changes one’s entire mentality into femininity, which causes the subject to think and act like a mare... annoying, but-- ah-- fun!” She lowered her voice immensely. “Hopefully...”

Swift lay down on the bed, which had magically resized itself to fit three other ponies. Originally just meant for two, Mirror’s spell-casting had noted that it had to grow to hold a proper threesome on. “So,” Mirrors asked, “what’s first?”

“Blowjobs, of course,” Swift declared, “That should satisfy all our curiosity!”

Though this seemed extremely unpleasant, Fabric had already given up her mind, heart, and body for experimental pleasure. So, in her thoughts, all she could only ask herself was, Why not?

Mirrors sat up next to Swift, his prick showing past his hind legs, almost shining in the moonlight that seeped through the balcony doors. Fab came close, sniffing it for a moment, before taking her first taste. She shivered at what she had just done, her lips hovering right above Mirror’s thing. As a stallion, she would never even be caught dead doing something like that, but, as a mare, for some odd, unexplainable reason, she liked it. Her tongue finally pecked the very tip, just barely touching it, which made Mirrors very, impatiently teased.

“Taking your sweet time?” Swift asked while enjoying the show. The mare stopped and looked over at him. His squinted eyes and rugged smile was still attractive in some weird sense to her. She returned to Mirrors and wrapped her mouth around the summit of his stallionhood. Her tongue rippled down the sides and curled around the bottom portion, sucking with admirable determination. The flavor wasn’t what she was expecting. It tasted unique, and strangely tangy. While her head began to bob, Mirrors moaned slightly while she casually continued to pleasure him.

“Ah… Fab… that’s g-good!”

Fab’s mouth retreated to say, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” It hastily returned and continued to efficiently lather his head while Swift began stroking himself with a devilish smile. Soon, she managed to get the rest in, making her gag a little bit, though not by much. Her eyes closed as she repetitively slurped away at the rock hard prick. Some strands of her mane fell in front of her face, interfering with her task.

She began grunting at this while trying to move it out of the way, still concentrating on her messy slurps. Mirrors magically pulled her hair back and out of the way, giving her more focus as he let out a small groan. She continued to stuff more of him into the back of her throat, a feat that Fabric felt extremely stunned she could already accomplish despite spending only mere minutes as a mare.

His entire mass had pushed deep within the back of her throat, forcing her to cough a bit, but she persistently fought the urge to let this chunk of meat get any air. She sucked as hard as she could, making Mirrors throw his head back in unbelievable euphoria. His lips trembled almost as much as his hind legs did, and, once he tried to speak, it came out as one long sigh.

Yet Fabric got the message. She pulled back all the way to the tip of the head, blowing some air out of her nostrils, and she nearly gobbled the whole thing in one slurp. Unable to take that last, hardcore action, he climaxed, spewing all his spunk down her throat. She could feel every ounce of cream sinking into her stomach for a moment, some love juices even leaking out through her mouth as she became so overwhelmed. Just when she believed the endless streams of cum would never end, Mirrors gave a satisfied sigh, and the spouting stopped.

His growth left Fab’s lips, and she choked a bit while covering her mouth with one hoof. A few seconds passed before one powerful gulp was heard. The taste, whether from something special about Mirrors or from the feminine magic coursing through her sides, tasted oddly nice to her. Looking at the giddy smile of the fellow unicorn, she could tell she did a fantastic job. Then, it was Swift’s turn.

“Alright,” Fabric uttered in a confident way, “What do you want; a blowjob like your friend?”

Swift’s claw scratched his chin in speculation. He smiled and said, “Well, you’ve done pretty good so far, but this shouldn’t be completely our enjoyment… let me give you some pleasure as well!”

The grey pony giggled with an arousing, cute smile and hopped up on the bed. She laid herself lazily down onto the pillows, rubbing some of her chest fur with her right hoof. When the griffin took a long, good look at this sexual specimen, he realized Fab didn’t even feel shy any more. She seemed eager now to try anything, something that made Swift’s perverted little mind churn with raunchy ideas and fantasies that seemed sure to come true, but only if he took things slowly.

Before allowing himself to dig into her slit, he brought his beak up to her pretty face and devilishly slid his long tongue atop her own. It curled around the designer’s mouth, making her pant at the unique sensation. Her eyes drooped in a desperate-to-cum look, and, as his tongue left, her own hung out, numb from his continuous swirling.

“Humph, that’s just the start of things...” the griffin flirted, “Wait till you feel that… down here.”

He slid two talons across her lower lips, making her shiver from the mere touch. He then brought his head down and took one, long lick right up her clit, causing Fab’s jaw to drop immediately. Her head jolted to the side from the awkward motions of his tongue, bathing her lower region. He twisted his long taster into a circle and prodded her for a moment, just to try and relax the mare.

Once she managed catch her breath, he slowly but surely pushed his way through her tight hole, making her moan harder with every inch he gained. The slithering tongue turned and swirled in ways that Fabric couldn’t even fathom how it was possible. He tickled some sensitive spots as well, making the mare burst out with giggles. The flexibility of Swift’s tongue felt remarkably pleasant, and the griffin could tell his skills impressed the mare.

Sweat seeped off her brow as he continued to enjoy his tasty meal. With every soothing lick came a sigh of bliss. Her lust filled face stared at the griffin with contented eyes, and, eventually, one last forceful push of his tongue sent her flying into a new kind of orgasm. Her hips raised themselves slightly as her eyes widened, and, just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, heat surged through the lower part of her frame. Incredibly euphoric warmth, the likes of which she had never experienced before, burst through every corner of her legs. Her mind raced with the experience of having an orgasm as a mare. This is what girls feel? It’s like, ten times better than any other orgasm I’ve ever had as a steed! Mares have it lucky!

Once the amazingly idyllic feeling dissipated, Fab gasped for air and realized she didn’t have enough to truly satisfy her. She looked over at Mirrors and asked, “Are you hard again yet?!”

Mirrors chuckled at this and huffed, “Give me a moment… I’m still tired you know.”

"Awe, c'mon... don't you want to use your gun Mirrors?" The steed just plopped his head down with a powerfully exasperated grunt. Rolling her eyes, Fabric giggled, “Fine… me and Swift will continue without you then.”

Swift questioned his partner, “Which opening do I get?”

Raising a hoof up to her lip, she thought for a while and explained, “Well, you did an excellent job at that lick work, so, I say you deserve the front.” She turned her head to the resting, blue maned steed and said, “And when you’re ready, you can have the back. Okay?”

The pony nodded his head while understanding the agreement. As the griffon prepared himself, laying down on the cushioning of the lush pillows, his wings situated themselves properly for maximum comfort. Totally ready, he waited patiently while gazing at the pretty figure standing atop him. The mare kneeled above his sides, her hoof slowly gliding serenely down her chin and onto her chest.

Her hoof then inched closer to her hips, and clutched his griffonhood while aligning it perfectly. Looking at this submissive, sexy being that was about to ride him, Swift wondered whether it really was the same Fabric Detail that he’d seen every so often during processing procedures. Surely, the mentality had changed in a new and, for the most part, intimidatingly arousing way. Even though he definitely saw the original Fab he somewhat knew, he still couldn’t accept it fully in his own mind, but at this point, he didn’t quite care.

The summit percolated slowly inside of Fab’s willing slit. As the emotions built up, moans of both pleasure and slight pain entered Swift’s ears. Seemingly happy but displeased at the same time, her gasps continued while she reluctantly forced more in. Swift felt surprised at how tight she really was, but he figured that made sense since it was actually her first time having sex, technically, being a newly minted mare and all. She looked down at him, his shaft halfway there, and she said, “Pull me down… I can’t go any further without help.”

The griffin pondered this before accepting. But, in no time, he grinned and grabbed her by the waist with his muscular claws. In one foul swoop, he forced the rest of himself deep into her, making the penetrated pony scream in strangely agony induced pleasure. He seemed so deep in her that the outline could just barely be seen through her fur. Just to make sure he hadn’t gone completely overboard with this, he asked, “You’re still alright with this, yeah?”

“J-just… give me a minute,” Fabric begged, “I’m s-still trying to adjust.”

The two remained still while Mirrors, somewhat more conscious though still love drunk, stared with his mouth ajar. His vision couldn’t avert itself from the show he saw before him. Fab just rested her fore hooves upon Swift’s waist while trying her best to collect her energy. She looked up at the griffin and said, “Okay… I-I’ll start moving now…”

Once her plot rose, her juices began seeping through and dribbled down Swift’s balls. The feeling seemed excruciatingly ticklish, but it all just made him even harder. She sent a wave right down into him as her body dropped. They both groaned from the pleasingly fun sensations. Her eyes had half shut due to the blissful vibrations with every rise and drop of her flanks. 

Swift then let go of her and rested his talons behind his head while smiling and making small, keen grunts with every hump. As time passed, Fab got the hang of riding him, but she simply didn’t move fast enough. Swift sat up, positioned himself in the right way, and began to thoroughly command the pacing. His hips flailed up and down. Every hump was followed by Fab’s squeals of enjoyment. Soon, he stopped and looked over at Mirrors, the stallion looking quite ready to help in their pleasure.

“Alright, I’m ready… You ready?” he asked with a smug smirk, which Fab didn’t exactly mind. She coyly lowered her front physique down onto Swift’s chest and raised her ass high up. Waiting for him to act, she heard his magic humming soar through the room. Looking up, the mare noticed clear, jelly-like, translucent lube morphing from nothingness while being carried by his enchantment.

It whisked by her eyesight and disappeared behind her. Suddenly, the squishy, gelatinous goo slipped through her plot hole with ease. It went in, waited a moment, and slowly came back out in an anxiously repeated process. The slippery and tantalizing effects made Fabric Detail’s body shake and tremble. The lube was nicely heated, making her ass feel wet, almost as if anything could slide in. Once she looked wide enough, small droplets of the substance left and disappeared just as it entered existence the first time around, using Mirror’s amazing magic. Showing off a cozy and totally wet hole, Fab felt definitely ready to get stuffed by Mirror’s stallionhood.

He hunched over her and used his magic to put the head in, the rest easily controlled without such power. His hips quickly sank himself in, moving all the way too. The lubes made Fab nice and open for him. As the two male partners sat up more into a kneeling position, they gripped their fuck-buddy and began humping her holes leisurely. While Swift entered, Mirrors left, and vice versa. They kept this up, blissfully relaxing the mare with their gripped claws and hooves. Fab looked deep into the griffin’s eyes and said, “This… is s-so… fun! I can’t believe… I d-didn’t try it sooner.”

Swift just chuckled at the fucked-silly mare’s sentence while keeping a good, rhythmic tempo, making her moans bounce off the walls with every thrust. Sublime pleasure coursed through all three of these friends, and they impeccably appreciated every last second. The pace gradually picked up. Soon, Swift gritted his teeth to focus more on pleasuring the mare while Mirror’s eyes simply closed. Swift began ramming her hole as if to punish her. Fabric just took it all, loving every moment. She felt herself close, as did her two lucky suitors.

“G-guys… I’m about to-”

“Me too,” Swift exhaled, “Yeah I’m seriously about to let it out as well.”

Mirrors couldn’t even form a sentence, but he shook his head in agreement. The three tugged together while Swift Drifter and Mirrors Frame pulled as far back as they could manage without falling out before sending one last, hypnotizing, exotically, ecstasy entangling thrust, pushing their way to the very bowels of Fab’s insides. All three came with immense force thanks to the sudden friction of that last hump. Gushes of cum flooded the mare’s forelegs while spilling onto the bed, staining the sheets.

The liquids soaked along the two admins’ balls while making it impossible to even see Fab’s pussy or plot hole anymore. All that could be made out was the two rods digging in while white love juices, freely flowing and seemingly coming out of nowhere, censored everything else. Once she managed to stop moaning long enough to breathe again, Swift and Mirrors pulled themselves out. More and more cum splashed onto the bed directly after their shafts popped out. Fabric fell to her side, eyes closed and sliding into unconsciousness from being thoroughly satisfied with the wonderful time she just spent with the two admins.




Swift Drifter awoke to the sound of birds chirping at the balcony. His dazed and very hung over head rose to see a note sitting on his feathered stomach. He turned to wake Mirrors and proclaimed, “Dude, we’ve got some mail.”

“What? Where’s Fab?”

Looking around, the two saw that she seemed nowhere to found. Swift opened the note and read it with a sly smile.

“Dear Swift and Mirrors... that was the best night I’d ever had… but, we will not speak about this ever again. In fact, it never happened. Let’s just say that for now. I’m still in my female body and state of mind. So, I’ll sum things up by saying that I truly enjoyed the fun we shared, but, like I said before, I’m never doing this again. Sincerely: Fabric Detail.”

Mirrors lay on his back while grinning, and he asked, “Best night ever?”

The griffin chuckled, “Best damn night ever dude. It's been... oddly arousing!”





Special thanks for collaborating with me on this goes to: KillJoy, A Brony Life 42, EXOLIEF, and my editor, SwiperTheFox! The artist of the cover art is Conicer!