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From: freedomchilde@aol.com (Alexis Scott)
Subject: {ASSM} My Little Pony Chapter two (MF, Oral, D/S. Pony Girl, Transformation)
Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 06:10:02 -0400
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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	


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