Message-ID: <29806asstr$987070202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: freedomchilde@aol.com (Alexis Scott) X-Original-Message-ID: <20010412005231.27496.00003398@ng-mj1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} My Little Pony Chapter two (MF, Oral, D/S. Pony Girl, Transformation) Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 06:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Chapter Two The next morning, I was awakened to the very amazing feeling of my wife giving me a loving blowjob. It was probably one of the sexiest sights I have ever seen, opening my eyes and seeing her crouched between my legs in her pony gear. Her eyes were closed and a look of purest bliss shown on her face as she slowly bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. The hungry little sucking noises she was making were just too sexy for words to describe. God, as much I hate to wake up before 12:00pm, I didn't mind waking up that morning. Since she was still wearing her bridle, I reached down and grabbed the reins and began to move her mouth up and down on my cock. She responded by sucking harder and swirling her tongue around the shaft as she moved up and down. The sheer eroticism of the act and the feeling of her mouth made me cum in record time. To my utter amazement, I could feel my wife cumming right along with me. After I was finished, she licked me clean and sat back on her haunches expectantly. The part of me that was completely exhausted and satiated wondered what was going on. One glance at the clock beside our bed told me that it was well past the time when my wife should be getting ready for work, but there she sat. At the time, I had the strangest impression that she would have sat there all day if I had ordered her too. Thinking that she was waiting for me to de-pony her, I got up and began removing the gear. Let me tell you, taking it off was just as sexy as putting it on. She winced a little when I pulled the tail from her asshole and I do remember thinking at the time that it showed a bit more resistance than it usually did. I put this off to being in overnight. As I set about removing the saddle, I swear she looked back at me in disappointment for a split second. However, once it and the bridle were removed, the look vanished. Instead, I saw a look of puzzlement that was quickly replaced with a look of raw panic when she saw the time. From that moment on, my wife was a cocoa colored blur as she showered and dressed for work. I barely managed to get her to slow down long enough to kiss me goodbye before she was out the door and gone. Well, I wish I could say I pondered the situation long and hard, but to be honest I just went back to bed. Me being up before 12 is unusual and 2pm is my usual waking time. That usually gives me about four hours to work on my stories, cook dinner and get ready for my wife to come home. In case you are wondering, I do most of my work after 11pm when my wife has gone to bed. That day was no different. I woke up around 2. feeling particularly good. None of the usual aches and pains that I experience hit me as I climbed out of bed. After 35+ years of abuse to my body, that was a miracle unto itself. It was when I was showering that I noticed the first of the changes. After washing my hair, I used a body sponge and body wash to clean off the residue of sweat and bodily fluids that had accumulated from two separate sessions of sex. I was fine until I got to my groin. As I was soaping my cock, I noticed that it seemed larger than normal. Longer, thicker and definitely more sensitive to the touch, it got almost immediately hard at my touch. Now I have accepted since I was 17 that I would never have a dick like John Holmes. It wasn't easy, but I did it and moved on with my life. I was used to seeing my 5 and a half-inch cock between my legs. What I saw that morning wasn't a great deal longer or thicker, but it was definitely that. It also felt damned good to stroke it. For the first time since I had started having sex with my wife, I found myself jacking off in the shower. I came in record time too. I swear a spurt of cum hit the far wall of the shower and there was definitely more sperm than one would expect after two record breaking sex sessions with my wife the night before. Even more amazing was the fact the damned thing stayed hard. Feeling that something was definitely smelly in the state of Denmark, I washed off and climbed out of the shower. With more than just a little bit of hesitation, I stood in front of the full length mirror in our bedroom and studied myself. What I saw was definitely different than what I usually saw. Just like my cock, the differences weren't major ones, but I had worn my body for a long time and I could spot them fairly easy. First of all, I just looked healthier. I had been fighting a losing battle of the bulge since High School and had pretty much surrendered by this point. I wasn't grossly fat, but I wasn't a body builder either. Now, I saw that my body looked more toned, like I had started exercising a week or two before. My paunch was smaller and the "bye bye" flaps under my arms were practically non-existent. My face looked leaner too, like I had gotten a face-lift. I looked pretty darned...well okay I looked less depressing. I have already discussed my cock, but now with no soap in the way and a clear view of it in the mirror instead of leaning over my belly, I could see that it was definitely different. Besides being longer (Maybe a half inch) and thicker (Same), it looked different. From its usual pinkish red color that my wife always called cute, it had darkened to a reddish brown color. The veins on its length were thicker and more pronounced too. The only part of the cock that hadn't grown was the crown, which made it seem to be almost a continuation of the shaft. The really big change was in my balls. They had almost doubled in size! Before, my sack was barely visible under my cock, except when I was extremely aroused. Now, two golf ball sized testicles hung below the shaft and were completely visible. Add to this the fact that they had gone from huggers to hangers and you have got some impressive pieces of hardware. (For the uniformed, huggers are balls that cling very close to the underside of the cock, even when full. Hangers dangle below the cock and hang even lower when ready to shoot.) Now here is the point where I am supposed to tell you that I doubted my sanity or wondered if I was dreaming. Where I tell how I rushed out to the doctor to see what was wrong with me. That is how it is supposed to work, isn't it? Sorry, I didn't do any of those things. Instead, I finished drying off, put on a pair of shorts and started working on my latest novel. Ah, I can hear someone out there in the audience going, "Excuse me, why didn't you panic?" and this is a very good question. Luckily for them, I have an excellent answer. I grew up poor. I mean really poor. My family had to struggle just to put almost enough food on the table to feed five boys and one girl, not to mention my mother and father. We didn't have money for medical care or other luxuries. So unless someone was obviously dying or at least really sick, we didn't even think about going to a doctor. Even though money is no longer a problem, old habits die hard. I felt fine, I looked okay and there were no signs of illness. I saw no need to go to the doctor because I looked healthier. So, until something more worrisome came along, I put the entire thing out of my mind. The more worrisome thing came that afternoon when my wife came home from her job in a wonderful mood. Alarm bells immediately started going off in my head when she almost danced in the door, kissed me soundly and proceeded to regale me with her day. This was when I truly began to realize that something truly weird was going on. Hmm, what's that? Why should my wife coming home in a good mood worry me? Simple, oh ye of the damp palms. My wife is a wonderful woman and is very good at her job. However, as I have mentioned earlier, she has a very strong submissive streak in her and her job puts her in a position of power over a number of people. She constantly has to give orders and be in charge of every situation. Now she does all of this and does it well, but the strain of being dominant when she is no where near dominant always leaves her tired and a little cranky when she comes home from work. So when she walked in the door glowing with happiness, I knew something was definitely not kosher. My first order of business was to carefully check her for any signs of unusual changes. This was done in a very simple and enjoyable way. I just followed her into our bedroom and watched as she proceeded to strip off her work clothes. Since I truly love looking at my wife's body, my inspection was no hassle. I watched as more and more of her cocoa colored flesh was revealed. Her 44FF breasts bobbed into view and I could feel my cock starting to harden. I wasn't sure, but I thought that her nipples seemed darker and larger. They were certainly erect. She bent at the waist and pushed her pants and panties down over her ass and down her legs. This gave me an excellent view of her wonderful ass. This brought my cock to full erection. Before my wife could react, I had unzipped my shorts and stepped up behind her. I wasn't even fully aware of what I was doing until I felt my hands grabbing her ass and my cock rubbing over her ass crack. With her legs still tangled in her pants and very off balance, there was nothing my wife could do to stop me as I pushed down on her ass to align her pussy with my cock. I think I felt her shudder as the head slid over her lips. Much to my surprise, she was completely soaked and hotter than I had ever felt her before. My cock found her entrance and slid inside with one smooth motion. There was no real style to my assault or finesse in my fucking. The moment I bottomed out in her (Deeper than ever before), I started literally pounding away at her. The position couldn't have been very comfortable for her, but she never uttered a word of complaint. She simply stood bent over like that, groaning happily as I fucked her. I could tell that every time I hit bottom, my enlarged balls would slap against her clit by the way she would jerk and moan louder on each downstroke. By the time I was ready to cum, she was so wet that pussy juice was literally running down her legs. I could feel a monumental explosion building in my balls. I think she could tell too, because her pussy started milking my cock like it was a cow's udder. It literally felt like dozens of fingers were jacking me off inside of her cunt. Finally, just when I felt like I couldn't take anymore, I felt her pussy go into convulsions around my cock. My wife literally threw back her head and screamed as she came. I was right there with her too. I felt my balls tighten up and suddenly it felt like a garden hose had replaced my cock. I felt pulses of liquid squirting out of my cock and filling her. I have no idea how long this orgasm lasted. When we both finally revived enough to move, we were sprawled on the floor. Once again, I had somehow managed to land so that I was resting almost my full weight on her back. Again, she didn't seem to mind. Slowly, we managed to untangle ourselves and get to our feet. My wife looked so sexy, covered with sweat and smiling like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked that I almost threw her on the bed and fucked her again, but I knew that she would be hungry now. Especially after the orgasm she had just experienced. Hell, I had been doing my usual snacking all day and I was starving now. Dinner was the usual quiet time that we enjoy. It was a Thursday so we ate and my wife watched Charmed while I worked in the office. I had made decent headway on a new short story when I heard the TV click off. I looked up just as my wife padded into view, clad in her favorite Growlithe shirt and panties. (Growlithe, AKA Pokemon AKA still one of the hottest video game/cartoons/movies around. My wife and I both are major fans. If you are still uncertain and don't have kids to ask, think of a tiger striped dog that breathes fire.) She paused on the way to the bathroom and smiled at me. "Sweetie, do you think we can use my birthday presents again tonight?" Needless to say, my writing train was derailed at that moment. I had this sudden vision of my wife in her pony gear and my cock took over all of the thinking. I nodded, which made her smile like a little kid who had just gotten ice cream. She quickly rushed off to the bathroom to do her usual bedtime things. I saved the pitifully few paragraphs that I had done so far and rushed to my own bathroom to clean up. I didn't want to take time for a shower, so I did quick clean with a wash clothe and soap. By the time my wife came out of her bathroom, I was standing next to our bed nude. The wonderful toys were laid out on the bed next to me. The look of anticipation on her face made my rock hard cock even harder. Once again, she was practically vibrating with excitement as I strapped her into the gear. This time I did it in the reverse of the order I had the first time. I strapped on her saddle with loving care, making sure to finger her pussy as I slid the straps into place. She jerked and moaned as I slid two fingers into her cunt and sawed them back and forth for a few seconds. As a joke, I pressed one hand down on her saddle and said, "Little Pony is going to get ridden hard tonight" in a semi-tough sounding voice. Her reaction was amazing. She went suddenly tense and shoved her ass back against my hand. The most realistic sounding whinny came out of her mouth as she came, covering my hand with thick, syrupy liquid. Next came her bridle and to say that my wife was panting at the bit by this time is entirely too bad a joke, which I why I just made it. (So I like bad puns. Blame Spider Robinson and his Cross-time Saloon series for that. With a bit of Douglas Adams thrown in for good measure.) By the time I had the bridle pulled into place and the bit firmly seated, my wife was a mass of raw sexual energy. There was nothing in her eyes except the extreme need to be fucked and fucked hard. It was all I could do to complete the ensemble before I climbed on top of her and fucked her silly, but somehow I managed. The moment the tailed butt plug slid home, I knew that all of my earlier suspicions were more than justified. I also realized that I had severely underestimated the power and weirdness that I was dealing with. I also realized that what happened made me hornier than I had ever been before in my entire life. Before my astonished eyes, my wife began to change. Her hair, usually worn shoulder length, began to grow outwards until it literally draped off of her shoulders. A line of hair began to grow from the nape of her neck down to almost her ass. Once the line had reached its full length, it too began to grow until it was just as long as the hair on her head. My wife shook her head and whinnied again, tossing the hair like the horse's mane it had become. A layer of very short, fine hair the same color as my wife's skin began covering her body from head to toe. Although it wasn't very thick, it was definitely there. I watched in amazement/shock as her butt-plug tail migrated slowly up from her asshole until it came to stop at her tailbone. Then, it began to grow and thicken until, much like the mane, it looked just like the real thing. Another whinny and shake and I realized that somehow it had actually become the real thing. Just when I thought that I couldn't be more amazed, I heard a strange creaking, stretching sound. I looked up just in time to see my wife's face elongate. Somehow the bridle and bit stretched with it, which I guess at that point shouldn't have surprised me. Her face became an odd amalgamation of human and equine features. Although still definitely human in most features, her nose and lower jaw had stretched slightly until it resembled nothing more than a small pony's muzzle. Her eyes also became larger and darker. I was so taken by the depths I saw in those eyes that I barely noticed that somehow her ears had migrated up her head and elongated into beautiful horse's ears. I did notice other items too. Like the way her breasts had increased in size and how her nipples were much longer and darker. Like the way her feet had shrunken until they had become hooves. Her upper arms seemed to have lengthened some too, but I wasn't exactly in the mood to measure them. All I was in the mood to do was climb onto this incredible animal and fuck her senseless. Now, I hear you yelling, "What sort of insensitive cad are you? Your wife has just been turned into some sort of freak and all you want to do it get your rocks off?" In my defense, I can only offer the possibility that the pony gear had changed me in ways that I didn't know. Lord knows it did change me in a way that I noticed almost immediately. The incredible sexy sight of my wife turned into something out of an Anthropomorphist's hottest sex dream had caused my cock to swell even harder. I reached down to take matters in hand and realized that my wife wasn't the only one who had changed. Gone was my old friend of so many decades of self-abuse. My almost average sized cock had been replaced by something that I had never even dreamed of. When I looked down, I saw 11 inches of dark angry meat that had to be at least three or more in diameter. It didn't even look like a man's cock anymore. The entire thing was now that dark reddish color I had mentioned earlier. Any semblance of a differentiation between the shaft and head were gone and the veins were much more pronounced then before. Instead of the rounded tip that human males have, my cock ended in a kind of spade shaped flange and the piss/cum slot was huge. If you think this is the point where I freaked out and ran screaming from the house, you are wrong. Instead, I climbed onto the bed with my wife/pony and slid that huge cock into her oh so hot pussy. Let me tell you that the feeling was intense. My wife has always had a very tight pussy, so tight even my average sized cock felt it. Now I swear her cunt had become even tighter and my cock had definitely become bigger, so it was like sliding into a hot, wet velvet glove. I'm not sure which one of made the louder noise when I reached bottom, but I know it was a close contest. Now that something was distracting my hormones from trying to fry my brain, I began to try and reason out what had happened. Reasoning while someone is doing their very best to get you to fuck them is not easy let me tell you. I wasn't particularly worried or weirded out by all of it. My entire life has been one giant weirdness. From the time I was dragged behind a truck when I was six to the time I was transported over a thousand miles in a matter of seconds, I have been dealing with strange shit all of my life. I had an almost concrete certainty that my wife would transform back to her normal self once the pony gear was removed, so I wasn't worried either. I was somewhat worried that I would lose this wonderful new cock, but I figured that I should take advantage of it all while I could. So I did. I reached out and gathered her reins in my hands and pulled back on them so that she was pulled hard against the cock buried deep inside of her. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Her pussy that I had grown so accustomed too had changed. The feeling of my "horse" cock sliding in and out of her was mind blowing. I could feel every single inch of the passage and the heat was beyond description. She was much hotter than any woman I had ever fucked before was and the way her muscles literally milked at my cock was maddening. I began stroking in and out of her with deep, slow strokes. The sounds my wife was making were incredibly sexy. They bore little if any resemblance to the sounds a person makes. Her grunts and groans sounded like those a horse or in her case a pony makes when a stallion is royally reaming them. The way she tossed her hair/mane with each stroke turned me on too. At one point, her tail whacked me in the side of my head and I grabbed it at the base to hold it still. This brought a deep whinny from her throat and a fresh wash of pussy juice from her cunt. I figured that she must like having her tail handled much like most animals did and kept a hold of it. We must have stayed this way for well over an hour. She was in almost continuous orgasm the entire time and my balls felt swollen to the size of church bells. I had long since passed the point of caring whether or not I was hurting her. I had her reins pulled as tight as I could and my other hand was using her tail as a lever to shove her ass back at my cock. By the time I felt the cum rising in my balls, I doubt that I was much more coherent than my wife was. When I felt my self begin to cum, I released her tail and reins and pressed both of my hands down on her saddle, forcing her spine to bend at what should have been a very painful angle. Then I shoved my cock deep inside of her until I felt it press against some obstacle. There was still at least an inch of cock left outside of her cunt and all I cared about was getting it all inside. I pushed down harder on her back and shoved as hard as I could with my hips. She let out a deep, satisfied whinny as something stretched inside of her and I began cumming. Earlier I had mentioned how much more I seemed to cum, right? Well, that was nothing compared to what happened next. I literally felt streamers of liquid spewing out of my cock tip and into her womb. It felt like I must have cum pints of sperm inside of her. My wife just lay there on the bed; her face pressed into the mattress and came over and over again. I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock, milking each single drop of cum out of it. Finally, my river of cum slowed to a stop and I was able to let up the pressure on my wife's back. The giant cock that I had somehow grown began the very slow process of softening. The little groan of disappointment that my wife made when it popped out of her cervix almost made me hard again. It took almost ten minutes for my cock to get soft enough to slip completely out of her pussy. Surprisingly enough, despite the amount of cum I had pumped into her, not a single drop leaked out. I imagined all of those potent little swimmers dancing around in her womb looking for an egg to fertilize and I was the one that shuddered this time. I had wanted to get my wife pregnant since we first met when she was 16 and if volume had anything to do with it, I had probably just done it. My wife simply lay there on the bed with a contented smile on her face. Her deep, steady breathing told me that she had already fallen asleep. I didn't want to disturb her while she was so relaxed so I decided to leave the pony gear on her. After all, I reasoned, if the transformation was permanent, then the damage was already done. If it was reversed when the gear was removed then why not let her get a good night's sleep since she seemed so comforted by it. Besides, I decided that it gave me time to come up with some way of explaining it to her. I fell asleep beside her, idly stroking her mane trying to do just that. My Little Pony Freedom is not a priviledge, it is an honor. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+