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“Well your wish was granted, but the part about ‘doing it on the couch’ was apparently left as an exercise for the summoner to figure out,” Diego said as he saw the ten-foot long blue legs stretching out past him and Daron. The creature’s spire-like horn was already scraping the plaster on the ceiling overhead, and that was from a sitting position.
“Big Luna!” Daron said enthusiastically, undeterred by the logistical challenges of his request.
“Yes, big Luna indeed,” Diego allowed, taking the spell book from Daron’s hand while the newly-minted summoner’s attention was otherwise occupied. “Well, I’ll leave you to this one by yourself. Have fun, hope your insurance covers the damage.”
“Homeowner’s, or health?” Daron quipped, already unbuttoning his shirt while Diego turned to leave.
“Both,” Diego replied, eliciting an excited cackle from his friend who looked like he was ready to jump into a ball pit or something instead of grapple with a succubus. Diego resolved to let Daron deal with the consequences of his impatience and keep the book safe, in case the most likely outcome did indeed come to pass. Now that he knew the spells in the book worked, he had bigger plans than an ill-advised tryst with a sex demon shaped like a twenty-foot tall anthro cartoon character.

Scabs was always nervous when wandering into a new town. Highway patrol was easy enough to avoid at night, but rural sheriffs and city PDs did like to use their spotlights at the edge of the urban sprawl. The overcast weather gave a diffuse glow over everything that was, in some ways, worse than full moon light for stealth. It meant no stark shadows to break up his outline as he tried to make his way clandestinely into the middle rung of the city, looking for abandoned strip malls or boarded-up drive-throughs to hole up in. And on this particular night, it also meant he had to move fast or the few rain drops he felt breaking against his dirty face and hands would turn into a miserable downpour. He could already smell rain in the air, it was just a matter of time.

Looking for where the streetlights and parking lots weren’t, he tread along an on-ramp and found something that seemed promising. A plaza with few cars, cracked asphalt, no working lights, and a low row of buildings with plywood fixed to the doors and windows.

Scabs walked casually, trying not to look out of place. He pulled the tattered ball cap’s bill lower to obscure his face as he glanced everywhere at once. Closer and closer, he crept up to the nearest corner of the building and chanced a look around. Loading bays, ventilation shafts, rusted steel doors, broken rooftop access ladders, and old junk and scrap littered a gravel utility area behind the old shops.

Not a single cop car in sight. Maybe he’d stay dry tonight after all. If nobody else had ‘claimed’ these shambles first, that is. Dealers and gangs didn’t care if you were a hobo or a neighborhood brat, they’d run you out just the same. So he advanced as quietly as his crumbling old sneakers could over the crunchy gravel, quietly trying each door and noting which vent shafts looked promising as he went.

Somewhere in the middle of the complex his sun-baked hand found a free-turning door knob. Just as the drops of water on his coat were starting to fall heavier and harder, he pulled the door open cautiously and stepped inside, ears wide open for the sounds of any potential occupants. A rumble. Thunder accompanying the breaking rain, nothing more. He released his breath and padded quietly, deliberately into the building from the rear entrance.

There was a dull, violet glow coming from the main floor through the stock area. It looked like blacklight or something. He wondered if he’d stumbled into the secret weed den for a bunch of stoner teens or something. There was a certain thickness in the air, he noticed, but it didn’t smell like pot. It smelled kind of like… the woods? Earthy, damp, but clean and inviting, wholesome natural air. More addictive to some than any drug.

The stock room he crept through was full of dilapidated old cardboard boxes, slumping from years of uncontrolled climate probably, filled with shapeless piles and rags. He passed them silently, scoping out his potential shelter for the night to make sure it was his and not someone else’s. Through the open stockroom door he came out into… a rave for invisible partiers.

Or something like that. The weird light was everywhere, there was mist or smoke curling into a thick, obscuring curtain in the distance towards the boarded storefront, and rows upon rows of psychedelic colors pulsating luridly in the sourceless blacklight. It looked like a picture covered in iridescent oilslick. Despite the clean woodland smell to the place, nothing here had a single natural color. It was like a national storeroom for headshop employee uniforms or something. Or maybe an old costume supply house? Rows of grotesque, inhuman faces lined the walls above the shirts and garments, locked in an endless staring contest with each other. One in particular stood out from the others, in part because of its distinctive color. It was the only starkly white thing in the shop, and it was some sort of doll-like rendition of a beautiful unicorn with cutesy big eyes outlined in fluffy black lashes and a demure little mouth on a tiny snout, pursed in a constant state of wonder and child-like awe.

Scabs wondered what was so special about this mask that it didn’t look like something Jackson Pollack vomited up after a bender. He stepped over piles of oily-looking rags and heaps of old clothing to get a closer look. Somehow the strange ambient light cast an alluring glow over this one mask, making it appear just-so and conspicuous. It looked clean and dirt-free, unlike the finger he stretched out to feel its texture. Somehow the cheek he touched felt warm and yielding, like real flesh. He wondered how anyone wearing it was supposed to see, trying to guess where the hidden eye holes might be at, when the glossy limpid eyes of the mask suddenly twitched and converged on him. It was looking at him, he was certain of it!

“Yay!” the mask exclaimed in a voice like a tinkling golden bell, smiling gleefully at him from the wall. “It’s my tur-urn! It’s my tur-urn!” it chanted triumphantly as Scabs stood dumbfounded. “Finally! I’ve never had a host before! I hope this is super-duper extra fun! WHEEEEE!” the apparently female unicorn mask giggled and grinned.

Something thick and heavy wrapped around Scabs’ ankles. He broke off from the talking mask and saw a swirl of oozing fluid colors rising up his dirty pant legs from a puddle that surrounded him entirely. He tried to pick up a foot and take a step, but it was like he’d sunk into mud up to his thighs. He was held fast, and held faster still as the rainbow goop swelled and advanced upwards inexorably, converging over his crotch and still going to engulf his hips. His legs felt numb. Then his stomach. He only thought to cry for help when it was too late, and the day-glow muck had swallowed his sternum and put his lungs out of action.

A curtain of purple hair fell around his face and something was squeezing the top of his head.

“Aw, what’s this? Get out of the way!” the girlish voice said in annoyance as something pulled the ball cap down and let it fall onto the rising pillar of slime that was now spreading under and around his shoulders, robbing them of feeling. The squeezing atop his head became more urgent and was now wriggling over his crown of oily, unkempt hair, pressing over his forehead, down over his eyes and casting him into darkness.

Isabella yawned and stretched her slender, chalk-white arms. Arching her back, she felt the weight of her plump breasts shift and wobble in their neat, tidy lace bra that was mostly hidden beneath her sheer silk top. She wiggled her ears and rubbed her eyes, then worked her toes in the nicely-fitted black satin high-heeled shoes that wrapped and protected her delicate feet.

She bent forward and stretched her fingertips towards the floor, then stood straight and twisted her thin waist to the left, then the right. Having a body at long last was so much fun! It was tall, slim, youthful and energetic yet full-grown and shapely, so soft and warm and smooth! She didn’t have much to go by, but she was confident this one would be a real looker! The perfect body for her purposes.

“Whee, this is gre-ooops!” a gruff, masculine voice started and caught itself. Isabella reached up and felt for the clasp of the collar around her neck, found it, and snapped it securely. “Hehe, whee! This is great!” she said in her usual chipper, girly tones. “Time to get out there and do my job!”

She rummaged through the aisles until she found a small black handbag. Crouching down, she held the flap open and aimed the bag at a loose pile of uncategorizable, colorful mass. It responded obediently and started flowing towards her purse, forming a pseudopod that probed the inside of her bag and settled in heavily. She stood up straight again, letting some of the goop stretch into a thin stream before flicking it with a delicate fingertip. It broke cleanly, and the bit trailing out of her purse retracted to join the rest of its substance inside. Zipping the purse shut, she gave it a gentle pat of reassurance and took one last look at the store where she’d spent decades awaiting her chance at a host. She was going to miss her staring contests with Regina the Goblin, but she was sure a whole new world of fun was waiting for her on the outside.

Closing her heavily-lashed eyes for a moment, she turned inwards and slithered through her dormant host’s memories to find how it had gotten in. She recalled the stockroom, the passage to the back loading area, the gravel access lot, and then the outside. Where all the people were!

“Okay, I’m off to bring joy and happiness to the world! Bye-yeeeee!” she said, wriggling her fingers at the rest of her kind and figuring out how to skip in her long, narrow shoes as she bounced out of the abandoned building like a young girl leaving school for an exciting field trip.

As soon as she was in the open night air, gentle raindrops kissing her shoulders and hair playfully, she felt hundreds of distant points of interest fill her spacial awareness all at once.

“Oooo, so many adult virgins out there!” she observed reverently, humbled by the task she had to fulfill. She glanced at the slim silver watch that adorned her right wrist and tried to get some temporal perspective. “It’ll take a long time to deflower all of them! I’d better get started tonight!”

The gravel paving wasn’t really amenable to skipping, so she settled for taking big strides and swinging her arms forward and back, bringing her purse up and down and in and out, careful not to let any of the slime fall out. Eventually she’d found a nice safe place for it to be planted in and grow in seclusion, setting up a new shop safely away from the old one. It was her number one priority! Well, number two… right after reducing the GAV (global adult virgin) population.

She was a unicorn, after all, and what else are pretty unicorn girls like her for?

Isabella headed for the nearest sensation of suitably untarnished, unspent libido she could find, humming and singing a silly song about unicorns appearing to virgins and taking away their stress and loneliness. For her, it was a mission akin to a religious calling. Technically it would be her first time, too, so she giggled at the realization that her first mission would be an extra special double-deflowering! All thanks to her gracious host for volunteering his body to the cause. And his memories were super helpful, too! Thanks to his English major, she realized she could rhyme “virgin reduction” with “urge and seduction” and immediately worked that into her silly song as she went, rain parting for her approach and closing again in her wake.

Meanwhile, back in the strange abandoned store, the ever-shifting technicolor caul receded from an angular female goblin’s face, leaving its blankly staring visage starkly green and conspicuous among all the other items that had no distinctive color of their own.

Beautiful ♥

all the other horselovefat generated girls jealous of her skinny jeans

This is great !!

The face of one who knows she is lost. Looking up for comfort. Looking up for answers.

A phalanx of hard shoe soles click-clocked up the hall, approaching his office door. He looked at his watch, making a note to add a commendation for punctuality to their files. An indicator flashed green before the door opened, allowing the trio to enter single-file before closing and locking behind them. They spread out, the lead figure taking center and the two followers flanking her to either side, taking up well-rehearsed positions and pivoting to show off their physiques.

All identical women, sporting shadowy blue skin the color of a night sky and slightly luminous blue hair that glistened with flecks of something the engineers had cooked up to give their masses of silky strands a starry look. Large, animal-like ears flicked randomly atop their heads, a sort of analog to the blinking reflex that added visual interest even when they were otherwise holding still. Bright white eyes shone like little porcelain saucers from their dark, blushing faces, each sporting icy blue pupils that almost glowed. He had asked the engineers about bioluminescent irises, but it was still a work in progress.

At least their figures were perfectly suited to his tastes. Of average height, boosted slightly in their stiletto heels, each woman was disproportionately curvy. Their contours billowed outwards below the neck with busts broader than their shoulders, showing salaciously out beyond the outlines of their arms. Still, their torso were remarkably slender and trim, pinching in tightly about their waists waspishly, all packed tightly into clinging white and violet blouses that did wonders for their marvelously shapely forms. Then utter pandemonium as massively over-sized pelvic regions spread shamelessly and unrelentingly out to either side. Swinging down below these baby-making bunker-sized hips were thick, bulging thighs whose bare skin glistened smoothly in the light from his office window, framing a substantial gap between them that hid nothing from the imagination despite being covered in taut, black shorts that may as well have been body paint.

They swayed to and fro idly, fulfilling their duty to his eyes without complaint, before the requisite explanation for their arrival.
“Sir,” each of the three individually said in slight syncopation from the others, “it’s time for your three o’clock.”
“Excellent,” he remarked, pushing his chair back from the desk but remaining seated. His finger extended, swept side to side, then locked onto the leftmost anthro office bimbo. “You’re up first,” he announced casually. Going left to right, he issued the remaining orders. “You, administer my endurance supplement. You, strip and get on my desk. All of you know what to do.”
“Yes sir,” each said nearly simultaneously. He wondered if there was any tweaks the girls in the lab could do to shore up their slightly out-of-phase replies and get a perfect spontaneous harmony every time, but that was a trivial complaint.

Life had certainly been good since the merger with his financially troubled competitor. Being magnanimous as he was, he managed to find a place in his biotechnology firm for each and every… redundant employee. As they set about their routine afternoon tasks, he smiled to himself and was already looking forward to his four o’clock with the pink ones.

Yesterday he was one of them out there in the audience, hooting and shouting encouragement to the dancer on the stage.

Today she was one of the dancers, reluctance being dissolved by an insidious, relentless urge to strut and sway for the crowd that cheered and cat-called to see her body in all its glory.

In between was a foggy, barely coherent recollection of ordering a private lap dance session and doing some lines of the latest street drug off her technicolor body, then waking up in a dressing room and being told to prepare for her first set.

The lights shut on with a heavy clunk, blinding her unaccustomed eyes. A dull roar rose from the crowd of men she couldn’t see, but could definitely hear… and smell. A rich, warm scent invaded her nostrils and lubricated her tense muscles. The tidal noise of shouts and whistles seemed to whittle away every thought that wasn’t about dancing and stripping.
Some sort of cheap electronic music started thrumming rhythmically beneath the demanding turmoil of the crowd.

She realized her foot was tapping in time and she couldn’t tell it to stop. She realized that giving in would be so much less effort than holding back. She had never known how to dance, but it wouldn’t matter. The men, the crowd, would tell her what to do and what would work, how to use her body to its utmost. The wisdom of the crowd was trustworthy. It was… inevitable.

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Lovely Autumn.

10/10. Would snuggle.

@Background Pony #1736
I KNEW I was forgetting something!

“Alright, give Jay his phone back whoever you are. This is getting weird,” Arnie said. He didn’t recognize the girl on the other end of the line, but it had to be someone Jay knew. They must be playing a prank on him.

“I am Jay! For the last time, this mall is doing something weird to me! Please, I’m begging you, get me out of here!” the girl on the other end pleaded. Despite her protestations, she sounded nothing like the 280-pound nerd Arnie had grown up with. For one thing, Jay was a guy. Not much of one in terms of masculine hobbies like sports or outdoorsmanship, but definitely biologically and in that they both shared a preference for women. He hadn’t had much luck, however, with his reclusive habits and lack of confidence. Not that Arnie was doing much better lately, his night job keeping him from socializing with normal people during normal hours. And it was the fact that he was woken up in the middle of his “night” that he wasn’t in any mood to drive out to the mall for one of Arnie’s manipulative gags.

“Look, send me a picture of Jay or I’m telling the cops his phone got stolen,” Arnie said, hanging up. He didn’t know if that was true or not, but if this was a prank then Jay was taking things way too far and needed a wake-up call. The phone buzzed a few seconds later. Arnie picked it up and unlocked it to look at a new text notification. But when he opened his texts from Jay’s number, a big bare breast greeted him instead. An oddly purple-grayish one, exposed to the camera by a hand pulling down on one side of a shoulderless blouse. It was, he had to admit, not the worst thing to see… even if it was a prank or a phone thief.

‘Nice, but no dice’ he texted back.

‘sorry man i couldnt help myself please come get me quick there are things on the wall looking at me’ the stranger, or maybe Jay this time, texted in reply.

‘Call an Uber,’ he shot back. He was not going out on a wild goose chase for one of Jay’s jokes, or whatever this was.

The next reply was a full topless shot, followed with an enticing ‘if u pick me up u can play with them’

He had to admit, it was tempting. He let his attention linger on the picture until he noticed the three dots indicating a new message was being composed. It arrived after a minute, just when he was staring to give up.

‘please arnie im srs com get me at mall pls bro pls pls’

He was just starting to consider that maybe Jay really did need a ride when the voice call rang. Jay’s number again. Frustrated, he swiped the icon to answer. “WHAT?” he shouted into the mic.

“I’m walking out of here, the stuff on the wall is-” the feminine voice was cut off by a sudden squeal and a brisk giggle before resuming, “it’s getting a little too handsy and I can’t deal with that right now. Please pick me up at the east entrance?” the mysterious girl begged.

“Okay, fine. If you’re not with Jay I’m calling the cops,” Arnie said, almost incredulous that he was falling for this nonsense. He hung up and rubbed his tired eyes, glancing at the unwanted sunlight bleeding around the edges of his blackout curtains on the ceiling and walls. He wondered how he was going to get back to sleep before his shift and grumbled. It was a lot easier to put up with night jobs when he was still in college, but now north of thirty he was finding the consequences less tolerable.

Even his sleep-deprived eyes couldn’t miss the girl who stood outside the mall entrance, flagging him down. She looked like a whore… except for all the non-human features. The long, pointy ears. The weird purple-gray color of her skin. The pink hair, and pink eyes that were not… not physically possible, as large and shiny as they were. And then there was her figure. Yes, she had the same nice rack he’d seen in the texts, but for all that she was actually bottom-heavy. Her tiny waistline ballooned cartoonishly outward into a massive set of broad hips, bearing thick, fat thighs that looked heavier than the rest of her combined. And somehow she was still hopping up and down, jiggling all her weirdly proportioned and weirdly-colored flesh heedlessly as she tried to signal his attention.

When she saw him pull over to the curb, she picked up a heavy bag and wiggled eagerly, beaming a huge smile at him and waving her free hand like a giddy schoolgirl signaling to her classmate. He pulled to a stop and lowered the window, but didn’t unlock the door.

“Who are you?” he asked bruskly, but not able to resist looking deep into her exposed cleavage. He considered it a token fee for dragging him out of bed in the middle of the day.

“I’m Jay, silly!” she giggle, as if it should have been obvious. “Lemme in, this place gives me the creeps.” Without pause she reached in and pressed the door lock button, then opened the passenger door. The car tilted hard over to the right as she let herself in before Arnie could stop her.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “Where’s Jay?”

“Um, duh? Like, I am Jay! Stop being silly, Arnie, or I won’t let you get any of this when we get back to your place.” She closed the door, which thudded heavily against one of her chubby thighs, and set the over-large purse in her lap. Then she looked at him expectantly, wrapping pink hair around one finger.

“… What?” Arnie asked, his brain momentarily slipping gears.

“Oh okay, you twisted my arm!” she relented, smiling and blushing as she straightened her hair and flicked a jingling earring in one of her overgrown lobes. “You can hit it, but I get to stay the night and get some wake-up sex when you get home from work. And not just a quickie either, the whole nine yards bro. Just don’t leave any hickies or bruises, I don’t wanna to photoshop them out later. Deal?”

Arnie blinked. He looked at ‘Jay.’ He looked her up and down. He looked her… side to side. He turned his gaze up for a moment to think, then he looked her over again. She smiled vacantly.

“Deal,” he said, disengaging the brake and putting the car in drive. He didn’t know what was going on, but it had been too long since he’d gotten it wet. Sometimes you just don’t look at gift horse in the mouth.

@Background Pony #5711
absolutely masterful. all I can say is: gawd DAYUM

Content warning: TG/TF, mental changes, forced orientation change, vulgar, explicit.

“Dude, what are you doing on the floor?” Anton asked.
“Capturing art, my dude,” Roy replied with a weird grin, angling his phone to pan up and down his roommate’s body in a way that creeped Anton out.
“Are you gay or something?” Anton asked.
“No homo, bro, I swear!” Roy chuckled, continuing to record from his prone position as his roommate walked through the hall of their dorm to the living area.
“Uh huh,” Anton said incredulously. He didn’t know what was going on with his weird dorm cohabitater, but the way he was being looked at made him shudder. Anton didn’t have anything against guys who were into other guys, but at the same time he didn’t appreciate being leered at. He sighed and tugged at the sleeve that just didn’t want to stay on his shoulder today, causing his breasts to wobble. Sometimes being such a well-endowed dude was a curse, he mused as he clicked his high-heeled floral shoes over the cheap linoleum that was worn away in places, victim to the feet and furniture of thousands of college students past.
Coming to the tiny kitchen, Anton opened the fridge door and shivered as cold air spilled out and chilled his bare, hairless thighs. He flicked one long, white ear while contemplating whether to heat up yesterday’s last two slices of pizza or to nuke some of that lasagna Meredith brought over for their study session the previous day. Not that they had been able to concentrate much on their lecture notes. Anton smirked as he recalled the feel of Merry’s perky breasts in his hands, and the heat of her legs opening up to receive his… his…
Anton looked down into eighty pounds of white titflesh cleaved down the middle. Something wasn’t right. Were his breasts bigger today, or something? Somehow they suddenly felt unfamiliar and out of place. He cocked his hip and tried to concentrate, the cool fridge air causing his plump nipples to pucker up and poke obscenely from beneath the billowing shirt that fit him too tight in one spot and too loosely everywhere else.
Unable to figure out what he was bothered by, Anton gave up on food and grabbed a beer instead. He picked at the tab gingerly to avoid breaking one of his nails and was rewarded by the familiar hiss of depressurized brew sputtering through the opening before he levered the tab all the way forward, then back again. One of these days he’d have to find a way to satisfy his alcohol cravings without putting his manicure at risk. How had he managed to avoid such disaster all his adult life? Just lucky, he supposed.
When he got to the living area, Roy was already on the couch. Leering at him again. Like he’d never lived with another a guy before in his life and didn’t know how to keep his perving to himself. Anton grimaced and decided to sit on the love seat by himself, even if it meant suffering from window glare as he settled in to some Netflix. He took a long drag on the cheap beer and uttered an oddly under-powered belch, then set the half-empty can into his cleavage. The cool aluminum felt nice on his sweaty skin, a tiny patch of relief from the stale dorm air.
“When are they going to fix the AC?” he asked Roy while flicking a long lock of purple hair off to one side and scratching an itch at the base of his horn.
“They said it probably wouldn’t be until Saturday,” Roy replied. Even without looking, Anton could tell by the sound of his voice that Roy was still creepily lingering on him with his eyes.
“Dude, what’s wrong with you today?” Anton asked, picking the beer can out of his cleavage and taking another drink while waiting for his perv roommate to explain his behavior. “Why are you looking at me like a piece of meat? Cut it out, man, it’s gross.”
“You really don’t notice, do you?” Roy asked, an odd satisfaction in his voice.
“Notice what? All I can deal with is you staring at me like a cheerleader doing splits,” Anton replied, crumpling the empty can and lobbing it at Roy across the coffee table. It bounced off Roy’s shoulder and clattered to the floor, eliciting no reaction from the target.
“Nice shoes you got there, bro,” Roy said with his weird smirk.
“What about ‘em?” Anton asked, lifting his feet up to see them over his expansive chest. They looked normal to him.
“They really draw the eye away from your fat tits,” Roy said sharply.
“Nevermind my tits, asshole,” Anton said defensively. “You act like you’ve never seen a guy’s rack before, or something.”
“How many guys have a rack like yours, bro?” Roy shot back.
“None,” Anton answered. “Certainly not you, little man.”
“Exactly, bro,” Roy said cryptically. “I know a lot of chicks with tits, but no chick can compete with yours.”
“Stop comparing me to chicks, damn creep-ass weirdo!” Anton said angrily. He was fast running out of patience and had already resolved to report this perv to the dorm supervisor at the first opportunity.
“Hehe, this is awesome!” Roy giggled, making Anton’s flesh squirm.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Anton hoisted himself up and strode angrily back to his own room. He started going through the college’s web portal to find the number to call for his dorm supervisor, angry at himself for not saving the orientation PDF he downloaded on his first day back at campus.
An unwelcome knocking interrupted his quest. “Piss off,” he shouted over his shoulder.
“Open up,” Anton said from the other side. “And make sure you’re naked first.”
Anton sighed, determined not to put up with this any more than he had to. Putting his phone on the desk, he kicked his shoes off into a corner by his bed and undid the fly on his tight black shorts. It was an effort to wriggle free of them, but his panties came down more easily with a firm stretch to slip over his broad hips. Anton angrily pulled the shirt up over his far-reaching breasts and lifted it over his arms and head, careful not to snag it on his horn. Shaking purple hair out of his face, he tossed the shirt onto the back of his chair and stomped angrily with bare feet to the bedroom door. He braced himself and started thinking of the perfect words to use against Roy, then twisted the knob. There the perp was, leaning against the door jamb and devouring Anton’s figure with his eyes while pursing his lips in a silent whistle.
“What is it?” Anton asked, crossing his arms over his naked breasts and tapping a foot impatiently.
“Invite me in and sit on my lap,” Roy said nonchalantly.
“Get in,” Anton demanded, pointing to his bed against the far wall. He glared at Roy while the roommate sauntered in and sat down on the bed, hands splayed out behind him. Anton mounted his lap, feeling a little uncomfortable at the obvious stiffy Roy sported in his jeans that dug into his naked thigh. “Now tell me what you came here for.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little odd for you to strip down and sit on another guy’s lap?” Roy asked with his weird lopsided smile as he regarded Anton’s impressive bust hovering mere centimeters away from his own.
“No, I don’t,” Anton snapped. “What’s gotten into you today?”
“Don’t you think it’s a little weird that you’re doing whatever I say?” Roy questioned him again.
“Stop talking in riddles, dipshit,” Anton replied, steadying himself with his hands against Roy’s knees. “The only thing that’s weird in here is you. Now tell me what your deal is before I call the campus cops.”
“Okay, sit right there and be a good girl for me,” Roy said, taking one hand and reaching into a pocket to retrieve his phone.
“Do I look like a girl to you?” Anton asked, exasperated beyond measure.
“Yes. I used this app I found online to turn you into one. Not just any girl, but a nice MILF-ass Rarity. And the best part is, I used this option that keeps you from noticing anything’s changed!”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Anton asked. “You can’t change people with some app. That thing’s probably draining your Venmo account right now.”
“Nah, I know it works. Just now I made it so that you’ll do anything I say. That’s why you got naked and let me in, old buddy old pal! Jiggle those tits for me,” he said.
Anton was at his wits’ end. He tried to think of some way to convince Roy that he was being ripped off by a fake phone app, meanwhile he had to use both hands to cup his enormous breasts and shake them enough to satisfy the latest request. “Look, Roy, prove it, okay?” he said, trying to keep his composure as best he could. Maybe if he convinced Roy this was fake the creep would leave him alone. “Just try and change something about me right now.”
“Okay, but it’s hard to improve on perfection,” Roy answered with barely restrained glee as he fixated on the shaking bosom in front of him. “How about if I can change your name and stuff like that? Will you believe me then?” he asked.
“Fine, whatever, just get it over with,” Anton said. His arms were getting tired of pumping his breasts up and down while all this carried on. The faster he could make Roy see this wasn’t working, the better.
“Okay. Just let me change a couple of things here… like so… and with this part… make sure… you can… notice it… and there. Okay, Anton. What’s your name?”
“Rarity,” Rarity replied. “See? Nothing- wait, I mean Rarity. Rarity! No, I’m Rarity! Okay, how are you doing that?” he asked, undisguised concern in his voice now.
“Well Rarity, have you always been a girl?”
“I… I’m not… I mean…” Rarity’s face contracted into a confused expression. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Stop making me think I’m a girl!”
“But you are, my dear,” Roy sneered as the naked anthro vamp continued shaking her stuff in his lap. “In fact, let me take the limiter off,” he tapped his phone, “and… there. Now do you think it’s normal for a guy to have porno tits and a big booty?”
“Oh my god!” Rarity cried in shock as the reality of her figure landed on her like a ton of bricks. “How are you doing this?”
“I told you, the same way I’m doing this,” Roy said as he tapped the screen of his phone a few more times.
Rarity suddenly gasped as a hot, tingly sensation exploded inside her body, racing to fill her flesh from horn to toe. An incredible exhilaration surged within her, catching her breath and causing her tummy to twitch. She was suddenly extremely aware of two things: herself, sensually awakened with immediate need, and Roy. Roy, bouncing her on his lap, probing beneath her bare thigh with his throbbing trouser-snake, hands shamefully empty of her glorious curves! If only she wasn’t so busy shaking her chest at him, she’d have his clothes torn off like tissue paper.
“Oh my god,” she said again, this time with a different tone of voice. “Roy, I need you!”
“Come and get it,” he replied with a triumphant smile. The next thing he knew was his head cratering the pillow of his roommate’s bed as she slammed his body down hard, bouncing him up three inches from the mattress rebound, not even waiting for him to land again before gripping the bottom of his shirt tight in her hands and jerking hard. The cheap material screeched loudly as it separated and split up to his neckline. Immediately, slender white hands were sliding up to his pecs and two heavy weights plopped onto his hips, followed immediately by a hot, wet mouth planting sloppy kisses onto his upper belly. A sharp point prodded his chest painfully, almost breaking his skin as Rarity smacked a trail of smooches down his abdomen, pulling her enormous breasts along and pushing against him, walking down his body with her hands until her face was hovering over his crotch. Explosive blasts of hot breath spread over his lower half as she paused to pant heavily before slipping her well-manicured nails around his waistband and gripped his zipper pull with her teeth.
“Careful down there!” Roy called as his navel caught on the tip of her horn. She grunted something in reply and unfastened the button of his fly and tried to pull his pants down in one motion. All she succeeded in doing was lodging them around his knees, freeing the pressure that held his cock down so that it cantilevered up and tented his boxers eagerly. “Don’t you dare damage the merchandise!” he warned.
“Mine!” Rarity declared desperately. She gripped his boxers with both hands and brought her teeth over the button, severing the threads that held it fast with her teeth. Turning her face off to the open side of the bed, she spat the fastener out and started shimmying the knit material until she successfully maneuvered the opening over the tip of Roy’s engorged purple head, freeing his shaft through the fly. She paused only a second to let her eyes come together and bring the split helmet into focus before closing them and nuzzling the length of his dick cheerfully with her cheek. “Mine!” she repeated, voice muffled by Roy’s hairy upper thigh.
“Damn, I’ve created a monster,” Roy grinned, locking his phone screen and setting it on the nightstand of his formerly-male roommate before bringing both hands up behind his head and leaning back to enjoy what was coming to him.

Hey, mate! Tag yourself as “prompter:Phemto”, or something..

@Background Pony #9266
Okay, here’s the finale. Spoilered for: explicit, vulgar

Oh, interesting with the eyepatch. What’s clever is that patches can be used to help train the muscles of lazy eye.

“Now how in tarnation am ah supposed to fit in there?!”

I love this! I’d love to see Twilight or Rarity in the rain, too.

Good girl, so pleasant)

I really, really love this one. Would love to see more in this style.

If you do decide to do more, a more robotic/camera looking iris could be cool as well as a cyberpunk horn.

Beautiful bapp!

Oh, that one came out nice.