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Notice: I've tagged this as MLP although it doesn't actually feature any characters or locations from the show, but it does revolve around pastel ponies from a popular children's' cartoon. :)

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“Have I heard about… shit?" Mike asked with a sour face, wondering if his roommate was trying to be funny.

“Not shit, Shift. Look, you heard about that miracle treatment that's been in the news for the past six months or so?"

“What the… do I look like someone who follows the news?" he asked, using the controller in his hand to indicate his lanky body covered in nothing but a pair of boxers and a dingy shirt badly in need of laundering. Or possibly burning…

“Yeah, you only watch funny videos and porn, good for you. I'm talking about the stuff that can do shit like regrowing limbs, changing the body, shit like that…"

“What, did that last skank you dug up bite off anything you miss?" Mike asked. He knew what Arnie was talking about now. The medical breakthrough of the century, some stuff that could regrow nerves, bone, tissue. Works on anything from amputations, scars deformities… he heard they were even using it for gender reassignment. He just didn't know why the fuck he was being pestered about it.

“Quit fucking around and listen for a minute!" Arnie said, tearing the controller from his roomie's hands. “It can do more than that. You just need the program – it's a sort of noise or some shit you listen to after taking the treatment, and it's like… instructions. It tells your body how to change. I've been poking around on the dark web…"

“Aw shit, didn't I tell you to stop doing that? You know you're probably already on some government watchlist? You know what – do whatever you want, but when they bust in here I'm gonna claim you're just some random guy I met on Craigslist…"

“Quit being a pussy, nobody's gonna bust in here. People are already smuggling that stuff out, and some have been fucking around with the tracks you use with it. They call it 'body hacking' – you can use it to change parts of your body, or the whole thing. Only nobody's figured out how to make it last more than half a day or so. I've been checking some of the stuff out, and there's one hack that really looks cool…" he said, swiping across his phone's screen before shoving it in Mike's face.

“What the fuck am I looking at? Is this… this is from that little girls' cartoon, right? The one with the ponies? You telling me that this is a person?" he asked. He'd seen the pastel horses around but this wasn't a screenshot from some cartoon. The powder-blue equine didn't look like an actual pony, but rather something yanked from animation and brought into the real world.

“Yeah, except this isn't really for little girls…" Arnie said, swiping the screen until he found a pic shot from behind what was obviously a mare. The pastel slut had her tail raised and was looking back and winking at the camera with a cartoonishly big eye, her smooth grey folds flashing pink and looking wet enough to start dripping.

“Okay, so you're saying if I had a pussy I could change it into horse pussy with this new miracle drug. News-flash dumbass, I haven't got any! And you only had that one bite a few months ago, and she sure as hell didn't stick around when she realized we were broke as fuck…" he said. Truth be told both he and Arnie had jobs, but he was delivering fast food while Arnie worked as a stock-boy. What rent and utilities didn't eat up was spent on food, beer and weed, leaving little in the way of an entertainment budget. The last time he managed to get a girl over she took one look and one sniff before 'realizing' how late it was and how early she had to be up next morning.

“Will you just fuckin' listen… you don't need girls for this. It turns anyone into a mare…"

“Okay so… wait, why the fuck are we even talking about this?" Mike asked, suddenly wary of his roommate's enthusiasm.

“Well I… I already got some a few days ago. So I figured since we've been having a dry spell… I mean, why not give it a try?"

“What the… dude, I'm not gay!"

“Have you heard a word I said? This makes mares!"

“I'm not some horsefucker either!" Mike insisted.

“They aren't real horses dumbass, we'd be… okay, you know what, just take a look at this…" Arnie said, and before Mike could get off the couch the screen was in front of his face again, this time showing a video clip.

It was pretty shaky, filmed by the guy who was holding a phone in one hand and a fluffy lavender tail in the other. The grip was giving him good leverage as he pistoned away at a bouncing pink rump, the color and texture resembling a marshmallow more than an actual horse. It was one of those freaky cartoon ponies getting fucked, and fucked hard by the look of things. The pink horse was squealing and moaning, sounding like she (or for all Mike knew he) was loving every second. Every once in a while the long neck would crane and the mare would look back into the camera, the cartoonishly big eyes looking like nothing you'd find on an actual horse. As he watched the guy's cock plunge over and over into a dark equine slit, Mike began to wonder what a pony-cunny would feel like…

“Does that look like an actual horse to you?" Arnie asked.

“Okay, not really…" Mike had to admit. The tent in his pants would have given him away if he'd tried to lie…

“See? They're like… I dunno, giant living sex-toys or something. You still telling me you wouldn't want to try mounting one of these?"

“Yeah but you're talking about 'one of these'… it would be one of us, wouldn't it?"

“Well yeah, unless you've got some slut hidden around somewhere in here. C'mon, we'll flip or something to see who goes first and then we switch."

“Dude, it sounds like it would get real weird, real fast…" Mike said. Fucking Arnie was almost as unappealing as the notion of getting fucked by his roomie, but this video was the hottest thing he'd seen in a while. He watched the boy on screen grope his mare's ass, saw the way his fingers were digging into the marshmallowy cheek and the way the mare's pussy seemed to be twitching around the cock stabbing over and over into it.

“Yeah but we'd look nothing like we actually do. We just lay down some ground rules and we can finally get our dicks wet."

“Ground rules like what?" Mike asked as needs long ignored began to erode his resistance to the idea…

*******

“Is it over? How do you feel?" Arnie's voice sounded, muffled since the headphones were still covering his ears.

Mike felt like he'd dozed off for a few minutes, and wasn't sure if anything had happened. His roomie was staring wide-eyed at him, and it was only when he tried to take the headphones off that he realized that the Shift had worked. He heard the clunk as something hard bumped into the padded plastic pressed against the side of his head, and when his eyes focused on a pale green… hoof! The drowsiness dispersed as adrenaline rushed in and soon Mike was wriggling free of the sheet he'd covered himself with before starting. He'd been naked under it since he had no idea how he'd get out of human clothes if this actually worked. And he was still naked, since the mint-cream fuzz covering his body didn't really do anything to maintain modesty.

“Holy shit, it worked!"

“Yeah, you told me it was guaranteed…" Mike began, but trailed off when he heard his own voice! It was higher than normal, cleaner and with a distinctly feminine lilt to it. I sound hot… he thought to himself as he threw his weight to one side and managed to get up on his new hooves.

“Well yeah, I was pretty sure…" Arnie said, brazenly staring at his roomie's new body. “Hey, don't look at me like that! I won the toss fair and square, it's not like I chose you to be the Guinea pig…"

“Okay so… we know it works, I guess…" he said, avoiding meeting Arnie's gaze. He felt very self-conscious, standing naked while his friend stared at him, especially knowing what was to follow.

Looking at himself he could see that he was just like the pony in the video, except for the color of his fur and the honey-blonde mane falling along one side of his new long neck. The body didn't really seem horse-like when you looked at it closely – no sign of hard, powerful muscles, and the legs were thick instead of spindly. A horse's body, even a small ones looked powerful and strong. His looked… cuddly and soft.

He took a few steps, surprised that he could walk well enough considering he was doing it on four legs instead of two. Even the clops of his hooves striking the carpet seemed softer that a real horse. He wondered how much he weighed, but figured it wasn't much. If he lifted his muzzle his face would almost be level with Arnie's chest, so he guessed he was way smaller and lighter than an actual pony.

A nervous impulse traveled along his body in the form of a shudder slipping along his spine and whipping his tail, a bizarre sensation that made him aware of an appendage he'd never before had. And the cool air he felt against the parts under the tail as the bushy mass flew up reminded him of what he'd temporarily lost. He felt heat rise to his face as he clamped the tail down, pressing his hind legs together and squirming a little. He could feel his thighs rubbing against each other and more to the point he felt nothing smooshed between them, at least nothing a stallion would have been packing. He bent his head and looked along the creamy green underside of his new body, catching a glimpse of a patch of smooth skin – two pert dark-grey mounds, each one boasting a sizable equine nipple.

“How does it feel?" Arnie asked. He was still staring at him, and Mike couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes. He obviously looked different and enticing enough for his friend to ogle him but he didn't feel any different, and the masculine attention was creeping him out.

“F-fine…" he replied, wincing again at how girlish his voice sounded. “It doesn't hurt or anything. So, how long…?"

“Uhh, about three hours, maybe five…" his roommate replied. “So, when do you wanna…?"

“I… might as well get it over with, I guess…" Mike said. He'd been hoping that Arnie would have a change of heart, or that a real live pony would have wound up being a turn-off, but judging by the tone of his voice and the tent in his pants, that had been hoping for too much. “Just remember the ground rules – only from behind, no eye-contact, no talking and no… no making things weird. If I say stop, you stop, got it?" he said. He'd hoped to sound stern and serious but the tone was all wrong. Fuck, I can't even speak right in this waifu-voice…

He turned his naked ass towards his roommate, feeling embarrassed at offering his rear to the male but it at least meant not having to see him. His new ears were pretty good, so he could hear the zipper being undone and the sound of fabric sliding against bare skin as Arnie got naked. When they talked about this, it had sounded reasonable – neither of them would really be taking a dick, since it wouldn't be their bodies getting fucked. It would just be some pastel ponies getting fucked, and they'd sort of be along for the ride in their heads.

And it was true that he didn't look remotely like he actually did. It was one of the reasons Arnie had been practically drooling over the sight of him. He didn't even sound like himself, but he still felt like he was the same guy he'd been before shooting that stuff up and putting the headphones on. Then it was just listening to this strange noise for about half an hour, dozing off and waking up as a distressingly fuckable cartoon mare.

He'd zoned out enough that the touch against his newly-formed slit came as a surprise, enough to make him gasp and immediately fold his ears down when he heard himself. Arnie was keeping quiet, which was a small mercy, his fingers trailing along what Mike knew would be an equine-looking sex, although much smaller and no doubt more snug than anything you'd find on an actual mare. A fingertip slid up and down between his folds, an unsettling new sensation that had the shape-shifted young man's tail bristling.

Mike had been gritting his teeth to keep quiet, but a sharp cry still got past his new dainty muzzle when the finger suddenly plunged in as deep as it would go. The newly-made mare's eyes lost focus and her breath froze in her lungs as the male inside her head tried to get a grip on himself. Mike had never had anything up his ass but he suspected even if he had it wouldn't have prepared him for the sensation of having a finger probing around in his brand new cunny. It had slipped in smoothly so he guessed he wasn't a virgin, a small consolation but one he couldn't really focus on with his roommate probing around inside him.

He scrunched his muzzle up and shut his eyes tight while his friend probed around in his newly formed slit, trying to get a grip on the sensations that felt alien and disturbing in a way he couldn't really describe. He felt vulnerable just standing like this with his ass facing a pent-up male, being felt up from the inside and knowing that the worst was yet to come. When the finger finally slipped out he felt… relief. Definitely relief! He tried to ignore the fact that the air he felt against his bared slit now felt a little cooler, meaning the fingering had actually gotten him wet, a notion as disturbing as the twitching he felt coming from between his hindlegs.

“Whoa, how are you doing that?"

“D-doing what?" Mike asked, wincing again at his voice. He was still out of breath and it sounded ridiculously needy.

“You're sort of… flashing me. I think that's called winking…"

“I… look, we said no talking! Just… just get on with it already…" he said, trying to sound annoyed but managing only to come off as pouty. Stupid pony voice…

Arnie didn't need more urging and soon enough the mare that was Mike felt hands settle on her haunches, fingers digging into the pillowy cheeks deep enough that he had to stifle himself again. One hand soon disappeared, and Mike held his breath, clenching his teeth even before he felt the warm, spongy tip slipping between his equine labia. The cry he let out as the shaft invaded him was mercifully muffled, and with any luck Arnie's groan had kept him from hearing the whimpery sound.

“Whoaaahh, that's tight…" his friend groaned from behind him, and if he'd trusted his voice Mike would have reminded him the deal had been no talking.

Did he really think he needed to be told that it was tight? He was it and he could feel his walls stretching around something thicker and longer than a finger, something that couldn't really curl up and poke around but that made up for it by throbbing. It didn't hurt though. Mike whished it did, because he could at least deal with pain. He just felt full, felt his new sex being stretched but not to the point of discomfort. He felt disgusted by it which was what he'd expected. What he didn't expect was that he'd wind up clinging to the feeling of disgust.

This mare body he was in didn't mind a cock. He could even still feel it doing that twitching thing that Arnie had called winking, pushing his labia out at the base of the shaft while his walls stroked the length held still inside her. It was a relief when the thing began to withdraw, or at least he preferred to think of it as relief. He could feel the folds of his sex cling to the hard length and still couldn't get a grip on how sensitive his freshly claimed horse-pussy was. Arnie had pulled out almost all the way, and Mike found himself holding his breath as he waited for what he knew was coming.

“AaaaAaaahh!"

The force of the thrust had stunned him and it took a second or two for him to realize that desperate, girly cry had just come from his throat. He folded his ears and clenched his teeth, imagining what his roomie must be thinking now. If he was on the other end and he heard a girl cry out like that, his first thought would be: this bitch wants it bad! I don't want this! He thought, hoping to remind himself of what he was. He lost the toss and was just going through this so he could get some pussy later.

He did his best to cling to that thought as his friend started to fuck him, groaning every time he drove in and felt the equine cunny clench around him. There was no way for Mike to think about anything other than sex right now, so he at least tried to steer his thoughts into a more comfortable direction. He tried to imagine how good a pony-pussy must feel, how those plush pastel cheeks jiggled when you slammed into an equine slut's rear over and over. He imagined what that tear-drop slit must look like when it's flashing, how awesome it must feel when it was doing that with a hard length buried in it, and tried to ignore the fact that it was his pussy doing all this.

He'd been prepared for humiliating discomfort or even pain, but he hadn't even considered that getting fucked would feel… good. Just that admission made him feel disgusted with himself, even though he knew that 'good' wasn't the right word. He was still gritting his teeth together but embarrassing noises were still making their way out the tiny nostrils of his new muzzle. He supposed that it was some small mercy that Arnie couldn't see his face. Mike didn't imagine what he must look like.

Like some cartoon pony. It's not really you getting fucked you dumbass. Just some pony slut getting her cooch stuffed…

Mike knew that he was grasping at straws at this point, but he was desperate for something to hold on to so he went with the idea. After all, he looked nothing like himself, sounded nothing like himself… it was some slutty mare getting fucked and he was just along for the ride. It wasn't much in the way of reasoning, but reasoning was getting hard. Arnie was really railing him - no her!- humping wildly against the rump of some green pony-slut.

That somehow made sense to him at the moment. It was her getting fucked, some mare named… Minty Shake or something stupid like that. He just happened to feel what she was feeling. And he supposed he should be grateful that he no longer actually felt a cock inside him, at least not the same way as before. When the shaft first slid in, the equine sex had molded itself around the intruder, the velvety walls so sensitive that Mike had felt every contour of another guy inside him.

But now that same cock was moving so fast that the whimpering mare couldn't feel the shaft itself, just the impact as it slid home and the heat and friction of the pistoning length. Mike let his jaw go slack, no longer caring about the noises coming from that pale-green muzzle. How could he even think this was himself getting fucked? He'd never make these noises, especially not in that slutty voice. Besides, the moans and gasps were doing a good job of drowning out Arnie's grunts, and the disturbingly wet noises coming from back there.

The noises he was picking up now were ridiculous, cries that would have had a porn star sitting down and taking notes. The pony slut was getting the rutting of a lifetime as a pent-up young man railed the pastel-green ass with everything he had. And even though she was getting fucked, Mike was aware that he was going to cum. He'd never even considered the fact he might enjoy this, let alone enough to actually have an orgasm, but things were tensing up back there and it was becoming increasingly hard for him to catch his breath.

Deep down he still had mixed feeling about cumming from getting fucked, but a slam hard enough to almost push him face-first into the floor brought him out of the daze. He could hear Arnie groaning as he held himself hilted in the equine sex he'd just pounded raw. When the length held in the slippery pony-pussy began to twitch he knew he should have been glad that this was finally over, but he still heard the needy whimper of a mare who'd been desperately close to her own orgasm. Instead he was standing there and panting while his roommate emptied his nuts inside a soaking wet sex still winking around him and trying to get release.

“Fuck man… I think that might have been the best pussy I ever had…" he heard Arnie groan before he slipped his semi-hard shaft from Mike's freshly-bred slit.

His new ears were keen enough to pick up the wet-sounding pop when the head slipped out, and he was shocked at how cold and empty he felt. He'd been sure that getting Arnie off him would be a relief, but the asshole had managed to bluebell him pretty bad. He'd been so close to cumming, and cumming hard that it was all he could do to keep himself from shaking the pale-green ass to try and get his roomie to mount him again.

“Glad you had fun…" he said, but the voice he'd said it with still sounded pouty. Worse, the mare had sounded like she still needed dick, and bad!

“Yeah, guess I was pent up… left a real mess back here." He said, and Mike could feel him poking around between her haunches, spreading the equine sex and letting his spunk slowly ooze out. The touch felt good, too good for him to tell his friend to fuck off, and it was only when he heard the shutter-noise of a camera that he objected.

“What the fuck are you…"

“Relax, just a few mementos. What, you think someone seeing these pics is going to believe it's you?"

“Whatever… just take the pics and clean up your fucking mess…" he said. He definitely didn't want to even think about where Arnie's spunk would wind up if it stayed in him when he changed back.

Arnie went to grab a roll of kitchen towels and knelt back down behind the still winded mare. Mike tried to keep his mouth shut as his still desperate sex kept twitching and winking, desperate for stimulation even if it was just dry paper dipping into her. Arnie was at least being thorough, and while Mike definitely appreciated that he felt kind of like he was being teased. Part of him wondered if it would be weird to ask him to just forget the wipes and finger her until she came…

“Dude, I went through half the roll and you're still leaking?" Arnie asked, and when Mike craned his neck to take a look he could see a pile of damp white paper towels under her creamy-green ass. Not that he was really surprised. After the wiping he was now desperate for release, but he didn't like the way his roomie was looking at him. He found himself inspecting one of his hooves – a smooth and shiny thing that didn't look like it belonged on an actual horse. He was still wondering if it could get the job done, or if he could even reach back far enough when he noticed Arnie was kneeling right behind him again, one hand on a pale-green cheek and the other suspiciously absent.

“Wha… are you actually…" he said, as best as he could. But he was a little short of breath, and since still had a mare's voice the words had sounded less menacing than he'd hoped.

“Why not? You aren't going to change back for hours yet and watching you wink at me got me hard again. Besides, you can't tell me you don't want to…" he said, and Mike was about to lie and say that he wasn't when his treacherous roomie pushed two fingers in. On the plus side his whimper was so high-pitched it might have been outside a human's range of hearing.

“F-fine!" was the best he could manage, and no sooner than the words left his muzzle than he felt the fingers being pulled from a pony-pussy that seemed desperate to draw them back in.

He'd clenched his jaw shut when he felt the now familiar prod of a cock against his slit, and had managed to keep it shut as the while thing plunged back in.

He should have been disgusted at how eagerly his body accepted a cock, but well before the shaft was buried hilt-deep he felt his tail twitching and his hindlegs trembling. The cleaning - no doubt pointless now that Arnie was at it again – had served to tease her to the breaking point, and this time her body was desperate to get release. Mike couldn't bother with disgust or outrage – she was a mare now, at least until she got some god-damned relief.

Restraint was holding her back, keeping her from getting what she badly needed, so she let it drop away little by little. Her tail was held high and out of the way, her pony-pussy winking like crazy even as it got rutted and the noises she was making left little doubt how she felt about being mounted. She felt hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading the pliant equine flesh without the mare saying a word in protest. When a hand landed on her right cheek in a sharp spank she cried out in what was pain and annoyance but that sounded like she was desperate for another. Arnie wasn't just fucking him, he was fucking with him, apparently forgetting the things they'd agreed on.

“Fuck, you're loving this, aren't you?"

The mare scowled at the words, because it was crap like this that made them come up with the no talking rule. He wanted to say something but he was so far gone he didn't trust himself to lie and deny the accusation. It's the mare. The body loves getting fucked, not me… he thought but knew that he'd never get all that out. Nothing but moans and squeals were getting past his lips on those occasions he managed to catch his breath. He felt a hand run along his flank and wrap under his chest just a moment before he was pulled up, his fore hooves leaving the ground as Arnie pulled him up against his back.

“Gonna need to think of something to call you. Mare this pretty needs a pretty name…" he grunted, humping up into her winking slit in short, sharp jabs.

“Ahhhh! M-Minty…" Mike said and almost slammed a hoof into his muzzle. What the fuck had made him say that stupid name?

“Ngh, that'll do… Here, let me try something…"

Minty the mare was still trying to get a grip on her sanity when she felt the ground disappear from under her. Arnie still had one arm around her chest and had used the other one to sweep her hindlegs out from under her as he rose, his cock never leaving Minty's dripping pony-cunny as he held her up.

“Fuck, you're even lighter than you look…" he said, and quickly proved the point by bouncing the pale-green mare with one sharp thrust.

If feeling like a female in heat had been humiliating, Mike had no idea how to describe the sensation of being held up, used like some sort of living sex-toy as he moaned and gasped with every thrust. The outrage was short-lived, driven back by the building tension that promised to break at any moment. Mike couldn't care anymore, about what noises he was making or what he must look like being held up and fucked like the slutty mare he (temporarily) was. Minty's noises rose in pitch, almost loud enough to drown out the squelching sounds of her winking cunny being impaled over and over again.

A final, keening whimper was all that he managed as the tension broke and long-awaited bliss washed over him. For one glorious moment he didn't know who he was, who was doing the fucking and how he should feel about it. The hard, hot length in him suddenly felt even thicker as the mare's sex clamped down and as his head hung limp he caught a glimpse of his smooth dark teats and the hard nubs sticking out of the perky equine mounds.

“Whoa, there's a good mare…" he heard Arnie grunt and responded with something that should have been 'fuck you' but that sounded like complete gibberish as it left his muzzle.

Mike felt the outrage at Arnie's behavior, and focused on how it was pissing him off to be treated like a living sex-toy. He figured that if he tried hard enough he could avoid focusing on how it felt. It was strange to just be held up so easily, to be reminded how small his new body was compared to a human male. Arnie was having no trouble holding the pastel-green mare entirely off the ground, with part of her weight resting on the cock hilted in the quivering equine cunny. His thrusts weren't as deep as before, but the short jabs were powerful enough to bounce her several inches off the slick length, and when she started to fall back another thrust would smack up to meet her.

Muffling the noises coming from the dainty muzzle was also a lost cause. His mind was still reeling from his climax, and the fact that his body was already building up to another one wasn't helping. He always thought that it was a myth that girls could cum several times in quick succession, and he'd always suspected that girls never came as hard as guys did. That had been before he'd been fucked to orgasm, of course.

"You're loving this, aren't you Minty?"

It was Arnie's voice, a smug grunting tone that made it clear just how much he was enjoying his pony-ride. Mike still wasn't sure why he'd given him that stupid name and it felt weird to be called by it. He felt like if he tried, he might be able to separate himself, and pretend it was Minty Shake getting used as an over-sized fleshlight, and moaning all the while. She's the one enjoying this, winking and whimpering like some desperate slut.

The noises brought to mind the porn clip Arnie had shown him to get him on board with this. He'd assumed that the pastel horsie had been a chick before shifting, judging by the feminine voice and the noises she'd made while taking a rutting. Now that he was hearing the same from his mouth-turned-muzzle, he wasn't so sure. He'd never really recovered from his first cum and already he could feel his body straining as another built up, the tide of arousal dimming what was left of his thoughts. An occasional yelp and squeal left his throat from the sheer force of the fucking she was subjected to but he could no longer draw a line between pleasure and pain.

Minty Shake's doing that, not me. She's loving this and I can't help it...

She felt Arnie's grip shift, both hands sliding down until each one was palming a plush pony cheek, the fingers slipping into the crack and just grazing the pucker that tensed up and clenched at the contact. Fortunately Arnie wasn't about to cross that line and he settled for groping the pale-green mare's rump while he bounced her on his cock. Minty was now leaning back against him, desperate not to fall over as he body rocked with the force of each thrust, her labia winking even though they were starting to get sore from the pounding.

The sexy equine voice rose, devolving into gasps and whines that shook with each of Arnie's thrusts. As his pleasure mounted, Minty was barely holding on to the idea that this wasn't really who she was, and that this wasn't what she wanted. It disturbed her that the revulsion she'd felt at the thought of being fucked, and the anger at Arnie's breaking of the rules they'd laid down now seemed like feelings that belonged to someone else.

Even though being fucked like this was by no means gentle, she found herself minding the savage pace less and less with every slap of Arnie's hips against her haunches. Her ears caught a long, strained whine and she was shocked when she realized she was making it. And then the shock and her thought broke, the whine tapering off into breathy whimpers as she came again. Minty had barely recovered from her very first vaginal orgasm, and her second one wasn't any milder. She was aware of Arnie's grip shifting. Her body was limp so he needed to put more effort into holding her up. One of his hands wrapped around her heaving chest while the other scooped her hindlegs together under whatever a pony's knees were called. It didn't take him long to finish, and this time Minty barely noticed the sensation of wetness as the hard length her cunny was holding twitched. She was such a mess that a few spurts didn't really matter.

She felt Arnie laying her down on the couch, and it still seemed weird to be so easily carried. When her head hit the cushion she couldn't keep her eyes open, drifting into a dreamless sleep that was interrupted when she found herself being man-handled again. She had no idea how long she'd been out but it had been enough for her roomie to get hard again. Despite being lanky Arnie wasn't really in the shape of his life so he settled for just planting her on his lap with her back against his chest, fucking into his mare with short jabs until they both came again. Minty had barely been holding on to consciousness, but when a cold spray hit her messy sex it served to drive some of the cobwebs from her brain, enough for her to remember Mike.

"There, that should do it. No hard feelings, huh? I just got a little carried away, I guess..." Arnie said in the tone of someone who just remembered he'd soon enough be in Minty's hooves.

"Yeah, sure..." Mike replied, parting his hindlegs a little to make sure the spray got deep enough to clean him thoroughly before he changed back. He understood how Arnie might had gotten carried away, but he sure as hell wasn't going to forget it...

*******

Fuck, this does look pretty nice... Mike had to admit as he slipped a third finger into a winking equine sex drooling all over his hand. He didn't think a mare's pussy would be much of a turn-on, but it was a whole different story when the mare in question was a soft, pint-sized fuckable cartoon horse with a slutty voice and nice big fuck-me eyes.

"So, whaddaya want me to call you?" he asked the mare that half an hour ago used to be Arnie. The reason for that was that he intended to fuck this panting pony in front of him, but had little desire to stick his dick in anyone called either 'Arnie' or 'Arnold'.

"I-ngAaah!- dunno... Bubblegum Breeze?"

"Bubblegum Breeze? Is that a pony name or a strain of weed?" Mike asked, curling his fingers as he did and getting another squeal from the quivering equine sex-toy that was and would in a few hours once again be his roommate.

"I dunno man, it's -ngh!- kinda hard to think..." Bubblegum groaned out, mewling the words in a sexy-as-fuck pony voice.

Mike knew just how hard it was to think when you had a pussy and someone playing around inside it. He also remembered just how much fun the newly-minted Bubblegum Breeze had when it was his turn being the mare, and how fast and loose his friend had played with their agreement. He had to admit that stupid as it was the name was a pretty good fit. Arnie's soft and bouncy body was covered with fine magenta-pink fuzz and boasted a mane and tail in a creamy white. Both were razor-straight unlike the fluff he'd sported as Minty Shake, but he figured it didn't matter - he was sure he could get a good grip on either.

He considered what he was doing more payback than foreplay - he had Bubblegum Breeze on the same couch Arnie had laid down on to shift, the pony's teats planted on the arm-rest and her pink ass served up to him. It was reassuring to see his roomie's new body reacting the same way his had - the equine cunny was almost milking his fingers, and he could see the dark donut-like pucker winking under that glossy tail. And despite looking like something that was meant to take a stallion (albeit a very small one) the pony pussy felt snug around his digits, and thrillingly tight when the moaning mare clenched up.

"Okay, I think that's enough teasing..." he said, pulling his fingers up and grinning at the thin string of pony-honey connecting the tips of his fingers and the messy-looking teardrop. He wiped his dripping hand on one bouncy flank, giving the pliant ass a good hard grope while he guided his shaft towards the dark slit. He'd barely pressed his head between the folds and was considering whether to tease Arnie before getting on with it when the equine cunny surprised him by making the first move.

"Whoah... someone's more desperate than I thought. So this is 'winking', huh?" he gloated as Bubblegum Breeze buried her face in the cushions.

He knew how winking felt from the mare's point of view, and he'd seen it do it to his fingers, but having a steaming pony-pussy flex and try to pull his tip in was something he'd never felt before. It definitely made him curious to find out how it felt having one of these plush pony-sluts impaled on his cock. And it was definitely better being on this end, the one enjoying the sight of a soft, plush equine body twitching and writhing as the poor sucker inside that pretty pony head struggled with the idea of his body not only taking the shaft but enjoying it.

"God-damn, Bubblegum's eager for a stallion, aren't you girl?" he asked, groaning a little as the mare-cunny practically suckled on the part of his cock buried in the sloppy slit.

"NooOOoohh!" the pink mare cried out after she found another two inches shoved into her.

"No use lying slut, I can see the mess dripping from you. You just need a stud to breed you, don't you?" he gloated.

He wasn't the one who broke the no talking rule, and after the humiliating shit Arnie had put him through he wasn't about to go easy on the panting mare laid out before him. Before his friend could try and utter another denial, he laid a palm hard across one pillowy cheek, grinning at the satisfying smack, the subtle jiggle of the equine ass and the way the pain had made the pink mare clench up. He was going to pull out all the stops on this pony slut, doing the things he'd only seen in porn, shit that no girl would have put up with. After all, what was Arnie going to do - storm out in a huff, in his new buck-naked pony body and a drooling pussy?

"Don't worry girl, I'm gonna give you what you want, the way you need it..." he growled, wrapping his hand around the base of Bubblegum's long, shiny tail and using the grip to pull her ass back to meet his thrust.

The pink mare's squeal was music to his ears as he drove himself deep enough to mash the fat lips of her equine sex against his crotch. His grin only widened when the writhing mare began to wink and the big, flashing clit rubbed against his sack every time the pony-pussy flexed around him. He couldn't really forgive Arnie the shit he'd put him through, but now he could understand why he did it, why people were messing with some weird drug just for a chance to fuck a cartoon horse brought to life. It really couldn't compare to having sex with a girl, even if you were lucky enough to score a hot and freaky one. Nor was it like fucking an animal, and not just because of the way Bubblegum Breeze looked.

The voice of his temporarily pony-fied roommate was drop-dead sexy - a slut in her late teens or early twenties making him hard with every moan, gasp and whimper. The pink fur was also a nice touch - a fine, soft fuzz that didn't look like anything any horse had, resembling a fabric almost as much as it did fur and only reinforcing the image that this was some soft, plush sex-toy brought to life just to be fucked silly.

With that in mind he began moving his hips back and forth, savoring both the sight of his glistening length withdrawing from the winking pony-pussy and the noises the reluctant mare was trying to muffle. He didn't envy his friend the mind-fuck he knew was going through - the knowledge that someone's got their cock inside you and are getting ready to really fuck you hard, and the disturbing sensations coming from his new body, insisting that it's a good thing. Nor did he want to think about what it would be like when his turn came again.

Mike had been ready to call the whole thing off, once he had his turn of course. He definitely didn't want to miss out but he figured that fucking a pony can't possibly feel good enough to justify being fucked as a pony. But that was before he'd jammed his cock into Bubblegum's winking cunt and heard the pink mare whimper as shudders ran along her oh-so-squeezable body. If his choices were to give up a fuck as fine as this one or suffer through turning into Minty Shake and getting mounted, he figured he'd just play along. It wasn't like it hurt or anything, and it would probably be easier if he just pretended he was a mare - a slutty filly enjoying a rutting for as long as the drug lasted.

He was pounding away now, the soft slap of his hips against that plush pony rump almost drowned out by the squelching noises as he churned the mare-nectar dripping from Bubblegum's winking slit. Arnie was biting his lip now, and his cries were muffled, and Mike knew from his own experience how futile those efforts were. He couldn't blame his friend for trying to hold on to some dignity, but he remembered how he tried to do the same and how little of a fuck his roomie had given, how he'd ignored the agreement to stick to doggy-style and held the panting Minty Shake up while he fucked her as hard as he could. Then why the fuck should I play nice? It took a lot of willpower for him to pull his cock from the embrace of the sloppy pony-cunny but it was worth it to hear Bubblegum Breeze mewl and perk her ears, her tear-drop shaped sex slightly gaped and winking fiercely.

"Wha-what are youuuuOoooh!" the panting mare squeaked as he grabbed her generous hips and twisted them.

Despite being amply filled out and deliciously soft the pony bodies really weren't all that heavy, and it had been ridiculously easy for him to flip the mare like a pancake until it was her lower back laying on the armrest of the sofa, her glazed eyes pointing on the ceiling until they focused on Mike's gaze. Fuck, I almost missed out on this!? he thought to himself, taking in the sight of a mare's face in the heat of the moment. Even through the pink fuzz Bubblegum's face was visibly flushed, her eyes were lidded enough that she was looking at him through long, thick lashes and her muzzle looked sexy as fuck as she practically panted.

Arnie might have been about to say something but the air was driven out of him when Mike's cock was driven back in. He slid hilt-deep like a hot knife through butter and stopped only to admire the sight of the heart-shaped clit flashing at him as if begging for the rutting to continue. Arnie looked like he was about to complain and Mike was in no mood to argue with him when he could be fucking Bubblegum Breeze silly.

He no longer had a tail to grip so he settled for grabbing the end of each hindleg, spreading the supple pink limbs wide as he began to pound the plump pony pussy. As he fucked away, he began to understand how his roomie could have gotten carried away. And he'd only heard Minty Shake moan and gasp, while he was staring his pink pony slut dead in her fuck-me face. Bubblegum's tongue was sticking out a little and now that he got a closer look at it the pony's muzzle even had a hint of pouty lips to them. Her forelegs were curled up against her chest, her mane spread out behind her and completing the image of a slutty mare taking a rutting and loving every second.

Mike swept his gaze and only then did he notice the two pert teats lying between the legs he was holding splayed as wide as they'd go. Not really impressive as far as tits went, but the dark-grey mounds were full enough to bounce a little as he slammed his hips against the equine rump. Big nips too, hard and pointing straight at him until he found himself wondering how sensitive they must be. The thought hadn't been in his head longer than a few seconds before he released Bubblegum's legs and moved his hands between them. Although small, the pony-tits felt nice and plump against his hands, and the mare's reaction when he tweaked her nipples was everything he could have hoped for.

"Ooh, you like that you little slut?" he asked, tweaking the nubs again before Arnie could come up with an actual answer. The high-pitched gasp and the way the equine cunny clamped down almost made him cum then and there, but he held himself back. This pony-slut was close and he was going to make her pop before he pumped her cunny full.

It was going to be close though. The more he played with what turned out to be a very sensitive pair of teats the more often the equine sex winked until he felt like he was being milked by the dripping pony-pussy. One look at the mare's face told him that Arnie was definitely not home, so to speak, and he wondered if he'd looked this far out of it when he'd had his first orgasm as a mare.

"C'mon Bubblegum, cum for your stallion. Show me how much you want a foal you little slut..." he said, surprising even himself with the smut coming out of his mouth. But the noises he got in response - while unintelligible - were even more frantic, whines and whimpers coming out of a slack muzzle, the moaning mare's tongue hanging out now as she lost control of her senses and her body.

Meanwhile Mike felt like he was in control more than he'd ever been with a girl. This wasn't sex, this was raw fucking, the use of a living plaything for his pleasure. And it seemed no matter what he did the pink mare wanted it, every touch, grope, pinch or thrust. When the whimpers finally broke into a long, shaky moan he knew the pony-slut impaled on his cock was cumming, even before he felt her pussy clamp down on him tight before pulsing around the still pistoning shaft, gushing and making an obscene mess of both of them. Mike moved one hand down and scooped some of the equine nectar on his fingers before bending over and pushing the glistening digits. The mare's eyes crossed as they tried to focus on the messy hand just before the fingers slipped into her open muzzle.

Mike almost laughed out loud when the pink pony closed her lips around his fingers, licking and sucking her own mess while she rode out her climax. He'd been with a few sluts in his time but he was sure all of them would have slapped or bit him if he'd ever tried to pull this shit, and yet here was his roommate suckling pussy-juice off his fingers like a hungry filly. The spectacle was more than he could take and he could feel his tempo faltering as he let go of all restraint. He had to grasp the mare's pink hip just to keep himself from pushing her away as he gave a few savage thrust before he felt his sack pull up and his shaft begin to twitch.

The sensation of something hot squirting into that snug pony-pussy brought either Arnie or Bubblegum Breeze out of it a little, the eyes focusing on his briefly before the mare bashfully looked away from the male seeding her still winking sex. Even after he was finished Mike held himself inside the pony-cunny, the occasional sloppy wink keeping his cock from going completely soft. He just toyed with the panting mare stretched out in front of him, running his hands along the soft, furry body and seeing what sorts of noises he could get out of her with the occasional squeeze and pinch. It didn't take long for him to get hard again, nor did Bubblegum Breeze miss the fact that the tumescent cock held in her sex was once again hard as a rock. The drug would still last for hours, and since Arnie hadn't stopped at one fuck, Mike sure as hell wasn't going to...

*******

"I still can't believe you talked me into this..." Mike said, looking at the laptop Arnie was fiddling with, feeling apprehension at the sight of the machine, or more to the point from the tiny camera at the top of the screen.

"Like I told you, shift isn't cheap, and we're almost out of the stuff I bought. So our choices are we either we bail on pony-sex, get second shitty-ass jobs, or this..." he said. "C'mon, I'm going to do a show when it's my turn, and it's not like anyone could possibly recognize you!"

Mike had to give his roomie that. The last time it was his turn to be a mare Arnie had filmed them without telling him, to show him what it would look like and talk him into doing a god-damned camshow. It had been weird watching Minty Shake get her pony-pussy plowed as regular old Mike. His brain refused to make the connection between himself and the pastel horse making whorish noises as she was fucked silly. The camera had been hidden so it didn't catch any particularly juicy angles, but his memory filled in the blanks. Out of porn-watching habit he'd imagined himself as the guy plowing the slut on screen, but his brain provided the memories of what it had been like for Minty, cumming over and over while the male mounting her railed her with everything he had.

"Okay, the lobby's filling up. You ready?"

"I... guess." Mike replied, taking a deep breath before getting into his pony-mindset.

"Hey guys, my name is Minty Shake and as you may have guessed I'm really into pony-shifting..." he said, his voice slightly anxious as he spoke the lines he'd rehearsed. Still, he was speaking in Minty's pony-voice, so even when nervous he sounded hot. "I love everything about being a mare but hooves don't come cheap, so my... master told me to do these shows to pay my way..." he said, almost choking on the word Arnie had insisted on. He even had her wearing a leash and collar, although he'd insisted it was just for show.

The responses came rolling in the chat window, with dozens of guests commenting lewdly on her appearance, the remarks peppered with drooling smileys, hearts, eggplants and... donuts? There were people asking her to wink at them, some asking if she was in heat, if she was going to whinny when she came. Someone called PnyM@re was gushing about how cute Minty looked, apparently the only female who'd logged in. Yeah, I'm sure she's as much of a girl as I'm a mare, Mike thought to himself.

"Uhh... could you slow down, it's kinda hard to keep up with the chat right now..." she said, a little unsure of how to proceed.

"C'mon Minty, don't be shy. Give your fans a show..." Arnie said and the pale-green mare could feel him slip one hand under her chest and another slipping over her teats.

A girlish squeak was torn from her throat as her 'master' spun her around on the bed so that it was now her rear end facing the screen and at least three dozen horny pervs. She only realized that she'd flagged her tail down when a fist gripped the base of the bushy appendage and yanked it up. Minty held her breath, surprised by her own reaction. This wasn't really her body, nobody knew who she was... so why was she this nervous about being naked and on display for dozens of strangers?

"C'mon people, if you like what you see show your mare some love..." Arnie said, and a few seconds later Minty could hear the dings of donations rolling in. "That's what I'm talking about. Now let's see if we can get Minty to wink..."

Minty cried out as two fingers plunged into her dry sex without warning, her hindlegs tensing as Arnie began to probe around. This wasn't her first time as a mare, she'd been sure she'd be used to the whole thing by now, but even though it was a fake body and a fake name it all felt too real. But by now the both of them knew how to make a mare cum, and Arnie's probing fingers were coaxing a response from her body. It took less than a minute of slow fingering before Minty felt the by now familiar flex of her equine sex, the fingers leaving her so that Arnie could give the crowd a clear view of her marehood winking and dribbling just a few drops of mare-honey. Her ears folded back but she could still hear Arnie murmuring as he tried to read something her 'fans' were typing…

“Huh, never occurred to me to try… let's see if I can…" he mumbled and the next time Minty felt her tear-drop slit flex her roomie pinched the equine folds at the bottom. She wasn't sure what he was trying to do until a fingertip pressed gently against her heart-shaped clit. The merest touch felt like a jolt going through her body and a high-pitched gasp left her muzzle as her tail puffed up at the intense sensation.

“Whoah, I guess it really does work like a button…" The green mare couldn't believe the sounds she was making as her 'master' kept rubbing the equine nub, the sensitive pink gem kept from slipping back by the fingers pinching the bottom of her sex.

“Fuck, you guys really wanna see her do that, huh?" Arnie said, and as the donation-dings broke through the whimpering noises coming from her throat, the panting mare wondered what he was talking about. A moment later her winking cunny was released and she felt a firm tug on the leash that was supposed to be 'just for show'. Minty snorted in annoyance before turning around, her cartoonishly-big eyes going wide at the sight of Arnie's erect cock almost bumping into her muzzle. “C'mon Minty, open up like a good girl and give the crowd what they want…" he said, gesturing with his head towards the screen.

Minty was stunned at first by the visitor counter which had gone well into three digits, and almost swore out loud when she saw the donation amount. A week's salary just for getting my pussy played with for a few minutes? And the donations kept rolling in, along with instructions for her to suck it, lick it or to choke on it. Minty didn't have to think hard to guess what 'it' was. She gave Arnie a stern look, although she doubted it would have much impact on a pony's face. This was a major deal-breaker, and even though she'd taken her roommate's cock plenty of times by now, she'd never been forced to taste it!

She opened her mouth to say something, to get Arnie to just hump her and get this over with, but the moment she opened her muzzle her supposed friend grabbed a handful of puffy mane and jammed his cock into her mouth. Her squeal was muffled and her eyes crossed as Arnie pushed her face against his crotch. Mike tried to get over the revulsion he felt knowing that he had another guy's dick in his mouth but to his horror Minty didn't. The lips of the mare's muzzle wrapped around the shaft penetrating it without him even realizing it, but Arnie sure as hell didn't miss it.

The pony-muzzle wasn't as long as an actual horse's but it was just long enough to prevent the tip of his friend's shaft from stabbing into the back of his throat as he began to fuck her face, keeping a firm grip on her thick mane and making sure the camera caught the whole thing. Out of the corner of her eye, Minty caught sight of herself with her muzzle getting mated and a familiar heat began to build in the loins of the man-turned-mare.

She didn't see Mike in that screen, only a pale-green cartoon horse with a muzzle that looked like it was made to be used like this. The sight was getting whoever she was turned on, enough that the muffled protests were sounding suspiciously like moans. And the money was rolling in, the real reason she was doing this. With that in mind Minty closed her eyes, and did her best to time her inhales to Arnie's thrusts. Getting muzzle-fucked in front of a growing crowd was humiliating, but she supposed it was better than her actually giving Arnie a blow-job. She could live with letting her roomie use her mouth, but she doubted she could live it down of she actually licked and sucked on his cock as if she really were some mare-slut.

Her attempts to zone out might have been a little too successful, and she only realized the danger when she felt the cock twitch against her tongue. She never really thought the end of this through, but she'd assumed Arnie would pull out and move on at some point. When the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat and made her choke around her groaning friend's length she realized she'd been wrong. Arnie was dumping his load in her mouth, and the fact that he had both hands buried in her mane and keeping her head pressed against his crotch made it clear he wasn't about to let her slide her mouth off him.

As the mare's mouth filled with warm spunk Mike realized why every girl he'd been with had made such a big deal about getting a warning before he came during a blowjob. The warm goo was bitter and salty, and with no apparent end in sight the mare got rid of it the only way she could. She'd swallowed several times before Arnie finally pulled his still stiff cock from her mouth, leaving her panting as she took the opportunity to properly catch her breath.

“Holy shit, everyone, look at this!" he said, grabbing the tip of Minty's tongue and pulling it out so the camera could catch it. “Not a drop left! Is she a good filly or what?" There was another avalanche of chat messages, and for some reason there were those donut emojis again. Some idiot was in such a hurry he'd even managed to miss-type it as 'ponut'…

“I dunno about that guys. Maybe if you dig a little deeper. If I do that I'll have to buy my filly something special to make it up to her…"

Minty was still trying to puzzle out what the fuck Arnie was talking about when the donation dings went crazy again. Whatever the perverts out there wanted to see they were willing to pay through the nose to see it. Once again the pale green mare found herself being turned around, so that the camera could catch a better angle of her rear. She felt Arnie grip her tail and pull it up and figured that at least the ordeal was nearing its end – he was either going to finger her or fuck her in front of the crowd no doubt furiously masturbating to this whole show. She tried to relax and just go with whatever her roommate had in mind, but when she felt a poke way above her winking slit she tensed up and whipped her head back.

“What are you… how the fuck are you still hard?" she hissed.

“I popped an ED pill before we started. Figured since we're putting on a show I'd need a little performance enhancer." Arnie replied in a low voice so that the laptop's mic wouldn't pick it up.

“Well either way, that's off limits!" Minty replied, trying in vain to make her pony-voice sound stern.

“It's what the crowd paid for. Besides, it wasn't off limits last time I was Bubblegum, was it?"

The remark made Mike clench up, even though he doubted it would do any good. True, he had gotten a bit carried away last time it was his turn to fuck a filly, but all he did was jam his thumb up Bubblegum Breeze's tail-hole while he railed her pony-cunny. The hard thing still covered in mare-spit and human spunk definitely wasn't Arnie's thumb, and considering how the pink mare had squealed when he'd poked her pucker Minty Shake was very nervous about losing her anal virginity without any preparation.

She kept her tail-hole clenched as tight as she could, although she wasn't sure she could have relaxed if she'd tried. Even so she could feel the slick tip of Arnie's cock poking into the center of the distended ring, wearing away her resistance as it smeared her tail-hole. A movement to her right caught her eye in time for her to see Arnie getting a good grip on her leash just before the whole thing was yanked back.

Minty had almost buried her face in the bedding but a strong pull was enough to pull her head up, as well as rob her of her breath as the collar tightened around her throat. It had only been for a second, but during that second she must have lost her concentration on what was going on behind her long enough for Arnie to take advantage.

She had no idea how much he'd forced in with one sharp jab but her ass felt like it was burning, the dark-grey ring clenching like crazy even though it was too late to stop her ass from getting speared. All it served to do was to make Arnie groan in pleasure, the sight of her freshly deflowered rear brining on another deluge of donations. It was small comfort to someone about to be sodomized in front of an audience that might very well be in the thousands by now.

“Ohh man… I'm not sure if it's better than pony-pussy, but this mare is fucking tight!" he heard Arnie gloat as he gave another buck, sliding just a little deeper into the mare in question.

Minty forced herself to take deep breaths, noticing that the pain back there wasn't as bad if she relaxed a little. It didn't help that her friend and 'master' used the opportunity to push deeper in, but it was at least making this bearable. If she could she'd rather go through this without pain, especially since she was sure to squeal like a slut if her rutting hurt.

I'll get him back for this! I'll… I'll think of something! She thought, although it was going to be hard to top a public anal deflowering. When Arnie finally bottomed out he didn't give her much of a chance to get used to having her ass stuffed, and even had the audacity to spank her before pulling out. His whole life Mike had only managed to get one girl to let him try her ass after spending half the night getting her drunk and pestering him about it. She'd insisted it felt awful the next morning and so that was what Minty Shake was expecting as the male mounting her began to shove his cock back in.

And the first few thrusts had been a literal pain in the ass. But he found it was the humiliation that really stung the idea that he was being butt-fucked just 'cause some pervs had paid to see him take a cock under his tail. Her tail. It's Minty getting her ass reamed. Just some dumb pony slutting it up for the camera… he thought, and the by now familiar mantra worked, shifting his shame and humiliation to someone who could deal with it.

Minty wasn't Mike. Minty liked getting fucked, she came when a cock pistoned away in her pony-pussy. And it was becoming increasingly obvious the mare might cum from one pounding away under her tail. He was still keeping a firm grip on her leash, forcing her to keep her head held high and incidentally forcing her to arch her back and thrust her ass out for him. The equine pucker had loosened enough that he was really fucking her now, her ears filling with the sound of hips smacking into her pillowy behind and almost but not quite drowning out the soft grunts and whimpers coming from her muzzle.

“Huh. So how many of you want that?" Arnie asked out loud, squinting at the screen but only slowing his tempo. “Okay, let's see what I can do…"

Minty was about to ask what the fuck he was talking about when she found herself being spun around with that indecent ease, like she weighed no more than the average dog. When Arnie was done she found herself facing the screen, seeing her face plastered on it as her supposed friend grabbed her hips and pulled them up as he stood up. His cock never pulled free of her ass, and Minty barely managed to keep her forehooves on the mattress as her rear-end was held up, her legs kicking the air to no effect.

Her eyes went back to the screen, catching the gaze of the slut everyone was going nuts about. Minty Shake looked hot, even barely keeping her balance as her rump was rutted. Her eyes were lidded, going wide only when Arnie gave a particularly sharp jab into her sore ass. Her muzzle was parted to let out a steady stream of huffs, gasps and whimpers, and her wild mane was falling down and hiding one side of her face. She looked cute and sexy at the same time, every bit the perfect fucktoy of the kind every man out there would want. Even some of the women, judging by the chat, especially the one from the beginning who was still gushing and sending out lots of hearts with each inane message.

The sight of the slut on screen allowed the mare to let go of her grip on 'Mike', which was still the best way she had to deal with getting fucked. With Mike out of the way she could always enjoy having a cock pounding into her, and to her amazement she found that even if it was in the wrong hole she could still feel the tingly tension mounting. Not that it mattered. She was just some slutty filly, why wouldn't she come from having her ass bred.

As Arnie's sack slapped against her slit she found the empty sex winking more and more often, her soft noises becoming lowered and lewder with each thrust. Whatever that pill Arnie took was it was doing the trick, keeping him hard as a rock as he pummeled her rump up to and past a climax stronger that Minty had been expecting. The crowd didn't miss it – the way her eyes glazed, her ears folded back and her breathing became labored until it finally hit her. By then her loud cries of “I'm cumming!" would have been a dead give-away, with Arnie continuing to rut her ass even while it clenched in orgasm. She was glad for the grip on her rear legs, because she doubted the trembling limbs would have held her up at this point.

Any restraint she might have had was wiped by that first climax. Arnie had started baiting her with idiot questions, asking her if she was a good filly, getting her to describe what was happening to her and to let the crowd know how much she liked it. By the time she came again her friend had reached the end of his endurance, and they'd finished the show with a shot of Minty's poor neglected cunny, wet and winking as warm spunk drooled from her pucker and into the equine sex.

*******

“Ohmygosh, I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I'm so psyched…" said the woman who Mike had met as PnyM@re, but who turned out to be Samantha, a geeky girl way to obsessed with pony-shifting but who'd never actually tried it. Arnie had graciously given her the couch while he was laid out on an old futon a few feet away, already wearing his headphones and out like a light until he finished shifting into Bubblegum Breeze. He put the headphones on the girl's head, and waited until she drifted off before removing the sheet covering her naked body.

Not bad. he thought as he leered at her still human form. A little pale and plump but with a great set of tits that probably bounced like crazy when she fucked. He gave one of the pillowy mounds a squeeze, both a hello and a farewell. The Shift the two had shot up was the same, but it had been his turn to buy the stuff and Mike had learned there had been some breakthroughs in the noise-files that actually directed the change of a human into a pony.

He went through Samantha's overnight bag, which mostly contained toiletries and spare clothes, but to his surprise also a few pony-themed toys, including a riding crop. He'd definitely keep those, while the clothes would go in the dumpster, along with Arnie's unimpressive wardrobe. That would free up a lot of space in his room, or what would now be a sort of stable. If he was being honest, Mike didn't really feel bad about what he'd done. Arnie had gotten him into this, was the first one who'd fucked with their ground rules. And that camshow had been way out of hand. Mike had watched the video of the whole thing and it had been scary to realize how far he'd gotten carried away. What if his brain got fucked up and he stayed Minty Breeze no matter what shape he was in?

Better you than me… he thought as he examined his friend, slowly loosing this humanity for good. And as for PnyM@re... well if she was stupid enough to get mixed up with some random guys on the internet she could have something way worse happen to her. She'd probably get a kick out of being a pony forever, and having a happy, bubbly filly to lez out with might make Bubblegum Breeze's transition easier to take. If not… well that's what riding crops are for!