You are Anon, another soul who has fallen victim to the horror that is ponies. It's summer and your parents have decided to go on a holiday, leaving you in charge of the house.  Naturally, you've taken advantage of this newfound privacy by sitting at your desk and watching the moniter with bourbon at your side.
 
Oh wait, you always do this. Oh well.
 
You've got your sights on a thread in MLPChan that's had you interested for a while: hypno files. You were bored and alone this night, so you thought you might actually give it a shot. In fact, you've already got a file downloaded. You weren't too fussed with which file you downloaded, but certain files were labelled for beginners of this sort of thing. Why not start with the simple stuff?
 
After a short wait, you've opened the file and let it run its course. You weren't sure what to expect, but you did know that patience and being in a relaxed state was essential. That's why the bourbon was here.
 
The audio was actually quite nice, but still strange. It was reminiscent of a farm. More particularly, cows. Dairy cows. Certainly wasn't what you had expected, since well, you know, you were expecting something pony-related, but it still did the job. You had fallen asleep earlier than usual.
 
 
Waking up, you lift your head, the first thing you see being the screen, which was black. How long were you out for? You look over at the clock: it's 4am. Jesus, who wakes up at 4am? With a sigh, you shift yourself forward and stand, but wobble and lean forward onto your desk. Whoa, feeling dizzy much? You try to rub your eyes, but when you do, you end up hitting yourself in the face. Ow. Blinking a few times, you step back and trip over yourself, hitting the carpet. Double ow.
What the hell is going on? Your body feels so alien, asleep, confused… Yawning, you look down to observe the damage.
Sweet… mother… of christ…
 
This wasn't what you expected, that's for sure. Your hands aren't hands anymore, they're hooves. And they're yellow. That explains why you punched yourself. Checking lower, you can see your whole body has suffered changes. Feet have been replaced by hooves as well, your skin is yellow, but it looks more like fur. There's a blue tail between your legs and only now have you noticed your hair is blue, too. And now you see your nose. Except that's sticking out like a sore thumb and feels strangely connected to your jaw.
 
A mirror seems like a good idea for this situation. Good thing you have a full-body mirror in your room.
Shuffling about on the ground, you try your best to stand, but realize quickly that walking on two legs is no longer an option. You also felt your stomach rubbing against the floor as you were getting up, but you don't remember being obese. Eventually though, you do manage to find yourself in front of the mirror, albeit standing on all-fours. The sight that followed didn't help your humanity, either.
 
You were a pony. A yellow god-damn pony with a blue mane. And it gets worse. You can see two lumps underneath your stomach. Dropping your head (wow your neck is really flexible now), you gasp. Those lumps were… tits. You had tits on your stomach. Big, round, jiggling tits. If you weren't fully awake yet, you were now.
You had to get a closer look and find out what the fuck was going on.
 
Turning around, you twist your neck and stare at your own body. Oh god this is a weird sight. You feel like you're suffering from vertigo, this really isn't normal. But you shake your head and stare, which leads to gawking. Under your tail (which by the way actually looks so cute- HUSH, brain) was your gender. But it was the wrong gender. You had the lips of a mare! You WERE a mare. Your lips quivered with fear, you were literally staring at a vagina that was attached to your body, and there were crotchtits beside it, too.
 
That thought hits you like a ton of bricks, and you let out an unnaturally feminine groan. Even your voice has changed to fit your body. Your curvy, plump, sexy- BRAIN, STOP IT. You're finding yourself attractive, and it's not just showing in your mind. You're nethers are dripping with eagerness, holy crap this felt so weird and perverted. You bite your lip and turn back to face the mirror.
 
Hormones start to kick in, and thoughts of being rutted by big, strong stallions filter through your head. You want to stop thinking about it, but the more you try to avoid it, the more it creeps back and makes you feel hornier than before. By this point, your tongue is hanging from your muzzle, letting out soft pants as you succumb to lust and roll onto your side. The idea of having a stallion mount you and fuck your brains out is just so tantelising and sexual, you can't resist.
 
One of your hooves dives for your virgin marehood, but it bumps into your tits in the process, forcing you to squirm and let out a quiet moan. Oh god, your tits are so heavy and sensitive. You nudge them gently again, concluding that hoof + teats = good. Using both hooves, you're now massaging your teats to the best of your ability, not that it mattered. Just tapping them seems to be enough to set you off. Not too long after, your hooves and teats feel wet. Looking down, you see that there's… milk… dripping from your nipples… so that's why you're so sensitive. Damn you need to be milked, but hooves aren't exactly useful for something like that. Maybe you can…
 
Stretching yourself, you lean against a wall while your head draws close to your own crotch. You've got a close-up of your very own teats and mare-vag, and damn is it the hottest sight you've laid your eyes on. Then the smell hits you. Oh my, the smell of a mare in heat… at least, that's what you think it is. How else can your scent be so strong? You're so horny by this point, you're ignoring all sane thoughts and have begun lapping at your own nipples (jesus you're flexible). Lapping turns to kissing, which turns to sucking. Your milking yourself with your tongue.
 
The position may be somewhat uncomfortable but you didn't care. You glide your tongue around your nipple, lips smooching on them and sucking, drawing milk into your mouth. You happily oblige and drink down the juices. By now, you're pretty sure your face has gone from yellow to red through blushing so much.
 
Using one of your hooves to hold up your tit against your face, you use your one remaining hoof to give your needy mare lips a well-deserved rub. As soon as it makes contact, you bite down gently on your teat and another moan escapes your lips. God you sound so feminine. The tip of your hoof begins to rub along your lips, but you can't really fit it in. If only you had a stallion to ride on. You're sure you'd give him a good time, whoever he'd be.
 
You bury your muzzle in the scents and tastes of your wonderous curves, but your hoof naturally gains pace as it massages your pussy. It's not long before you squeal and experience your first orgasm as a mare, cum drizzling down from your nethers and over your teats. The mix of cum and milk drives you mad as you guide your tongue over your tits, lapping up the sensual mixture.
 
Your need to be milked seems to be dying down, maybe you're running out of milk. Your tits sure don't feel as full anymore. With a relieved sigh, you lay back and lick your lips with a pleased smile, staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. So you're a mare with the ability to produce milk, now? Why does that seem okay with you? You're not sure, but it didn't matter. What did matter was figuring out when you'd need to be milked next, and maybe finding someone who can milk you.
 
You can't be the only person who used the audio file, right?