>You are anon, and you are in heaven.
>Twilight just made you a deal to spend a night with any pony you wanted.  
> And there she is: laying right next to you, on a king sized love bed for two.
 
>Tracy Cage.
 
>She stirs, eyes sensually closed, lightly running her hooves from the underside of her chin to just above her navel.
>As she takes a deep, slow breath, you feel compelled to match it.
>You are hers.  And her wish is your command.
>She lazily opens her eyes and takes in her surroundings, a shadow of a smile forming on her muzzle, before resting her gaze on you.
>that gorgeous half-lidded stare, however, is replaced with one much harder…
>This is too much to bear
 
“Oh take me now, mistress!”
>”Who the fuck are you?”
 
-----
 
>You are anon.  Or were.  You are now Tracy: badass, fighter, [spoiler]OC DO NOT STEAL[/spoiler], and sexy pony extraordinaire
>Fuck all other ponies, and anyone who loves them.
>Fuck the other Tracy loving faggots out there, too: now that you’re her, you’re all you need.
>Twilight just made you a deal: Be whatever pony you want, then immediately get some sweet poon.  
>Helluva deal.
>Just feel that lithe, muscular dirt pone body…
>Smell your intoxicating musk with your snout…
>See that beautiful blue coat and Nicholas cage [spoiler]kek[/spoiler] cutie mark all draped on an extravagant, lacy pink bed next to…
>…
>That’s not Nicole Oliver…
 
>”Oh take me now, mistress!”
“Who the fuck are you?”
 
-----
 
>Well damn, you should have seen this coming.
>Still salvageable.
>Neckbeard over here can still use his mouth and fingers on your almighty new hole.
>And he isn’t overly fat or ugly like the swine-manlets you see on those ‘show your face’ threads.
>As long as he doesn’t use his dick, it’s not gay.  Right?
>You slide out of your comfy spot on the bed.
>Neckbeard lies stiff as a board as you stand over him, sporting a white t-shirt, gray sweatpants and a goofy smile straight out of an anime.
>Betanon here must have a domination fetish.
 
“Alright, faggot, let me make this clear: I’m in charge.  Got it?”
 
>His smile only grows, as well as a tent in his sweatpants.
>Sick fuck.
>Yet, it’s getting you warm in-between your legs.  
>It’s stickier than you thought it would be…
>[spoiler]Bueno…[/spoiler]
 
-----
 
>You’re not quite sure what to think after that outburst – it’s probably what the real Tracy would say, though.
>Wait, *Is* she the real deal?  This is way too good to be true.
>She starts to get up, taking her sweet time as she does.
>Her fur catches and ruffles ever-so-slightly on the fabric.
>Your mind blanks for a moment as you imagine that soft fur rubbing against your chest as she rides your restrained form.
>Your wish is nearly granted when she straddles you, looking you dead in the eyes with a stare halfway between lust and loathing.
 
>”Alright faggot, let me make this clear: I’m in charge.  Got it?”
 
>She’s going to make you work for it.
>and you’re going to earn every drop of mare juice coming to you.
 
-----
 
“What first, milady?”
>You say, channeling your inner Fluttershy as you try to sound as submissive as possible.
>If she is the real deal, she’s either going to cut you to ribbons, or let you stick it in after a healthy amount of slavery.
>Tracy loves the D.
>And you don’t see any knives around.
 
>”Well, you miserable waste of time, we’re going to play a game. Do you know what those are?”
 
>Dick is diamonds.jpg
 
“Name it, mistress! Anything you want!”
 
>She casually glances around the dimly lit room, before leaping off you to the floor.
>She gracefully tumbles before perusing a nearby table.  She must be coming up with something particularly clever.
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>She picks up something off the table, and a metallic tinkle fills the air.
>Dropping it at the foot of the bed, you recognize it to be...
>metallic panties. Duralast metallic panties.
 
 “First, you can prove your willingness by putting this on.  Then we can continue.”
 
>BDSM so fast? You can dig it.
>Without a word, you slip them on and hold onto the key.
>You flop back onto the bed and spread your arms as dramatically as possible.
 
“My body is ready, oh Tracy!”
 
>She cocks an eyebrow at you
>You present the key to her like you would the sweetest apple.
>She stares at it, glances down for a moment, and then sets it on the bed stand.
>That’s right, don’t go too far. We’ll be using it soon enough.
>Damn, these panties are uncomfortable as hell. Zero dick space.
>Patience, anon…
 
-----
 
>”What first, milady?”
>Shit.
>All your now-slightly throbbing slit wants is to be caressed.
>Your brain seems to be packing for a vacation.
>Time. That’s what you need.
 
“Well, you miserable waste of time, we’re going to play a game.  Do you know what those are?”
 
>Huehuehue.  Insults are magic.
 
>”Name it, mistress! Anything you want!”
 
>So willing too.  Why can’t any of the girls you’ve met be more like this?
>Let’s not think about past spaghetti, anon. Focus.
>Your eyes drift over to the rest of the dim room. Actual candle chandeliers don’t make for very good lighting…
>Holy shit.
>This room is like the front display of an adult megastore.
>Twilight, you think of everything!
 >You jump off the bed in the direction of a promising table.
>You try, at least.
>You actually land face first into the ground.  Confounded pony body: Why do you have four legs?
>You do your best to play it off as intentional, face red with embarrassment and pain.
>You give yourself a minute to recover before feasting your eyes on the vast assortment of lingerie and toys before you.
>No way: steel women’s panties
>complete with padlock.
>Dear god, you thought those were just a joke from Robin Hood: Men In Tights.
>Maximum kek.  He’d probably wear them, too.
>You fumble for a moment trying to pick the heavy underwear with your mouth.
>How the hell does the real Tracy hold her knife in her hooves? You could use some of that magic right about now.
>You finally drop it at his feet, hopefully disguising the fact you’re a complete idiot.
>Dominance established, don’t blow it now.
 
“First, you can prove your willingness by putting this on. Then we can continue.”
 
>You jump up on the bed, finally catching a moment to appreciate your new body.
>Particularly a certain throbbing area.
>Damn, girl, you fine.
>You are almost knocked over as Fedoranon jumps onto the bed.
 
“My body is ready, oh Tracy!”
 
>Caught completely off guard, you can only stare at him and cock an eyebrow.
>Wow: He actually put them on.
>And now he’s presenting the key to you like a trophy
>Nicole Oliver sure as hell wouldn’t have done any of that.
>Maybe this won’t be so bad after all…
>And still not gay.
>You bite hold of the key for later (see: never) use.
>Wait.  No pockets.  No clothes for that matter.  Derp.
>Nightstand it is.  Good save.  Gotta stay on dem hooves.
 
-----
 
>“Alright, slave, now we can really begin!”
>Tracy turns in place for a moment, like a cat finding that perfect spot.
>Is her face redder than before? Is her nose bleeding?
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>She finally settles on her knees facing away from you.
>Her delicate flower winking underneath her tail.
>Juice dripping.
>Want.
>Need.
 
>”Lick.”
 
>Dreams really do come true.
>You crawl up behind her, taking her tail in one hand and taking hold of each Nick.  You never imagined that face could be more soft and luscious than it is now.
>Slowly, you move your lips closer to hers, breathing in the sweet aroma of the winking hole.
>Smells like tootsie rolls coated in sweat.  Any other time you might not care for it.
>Right now?
>It is the smell of perfection.
>After what seems like an eternity, your tongue brushes ever-so-slightly against the mare’s exposed clit, pulling out as the winking hides it once more.
> Tracy jolts her head to look back at you, wide eyed and open mouthed.
>A gasp escapes her when you repeat the maneuver.
>Looks like she was trying to hold in in.
>She glares at you when you ponder for a moment too long.
 
>“What are you waiting for!? Keep going!”
 
>Your darting tongue falls into rhythm with her scorching hot contractions, each time daring to press a little harder and stay a little longer.
>Her gasps become louder and less restrained with every taste.
>You dare a glance at your master.
>Her head is laid flat on the bed, eyes unfocused, tongue hanging and moaning incoherently.
>Good Anon! At this rate, Anon Jr. will be free in no time…
 
-----
 
"Alright, slave, now we can really begin!"
>putting that schlong under lock and key puts what remains of your mind at rest.
>No homo will be had today!
>What to do though, he could start by rubbing your ears, or he could soothe your now aching pussy a little, or maybe use his mouth...
>His.
>He. He. his.
>God dammit, the penis prison isn't making this any less gay, is it?
>You can feel it, though.
>Despite it all, your nethers want, no: NEED this.
>It's like your sex drive is a huge boulder gradually rolling faster and faster, compared to that gnawing hunger you're accustomed to.
>You collapse facing away from your pet Anon in a vain attempt to hide your inner conflict, not to mention that idiotic self-injury.
>You can feel your lower lips moving on their own now, as if voicing their opinion.
>Brain? Objections?
>No response.
 
"Lick."
 
>You just told a dude to eat you out.
>God. Fucking. Damn it.
>You feel a trembling hand grab your tail, which shoots like lightning directly into your clit.
>the hand shifts to your flank, with its twin clasping the opposite side.
>It's like your pleasure button has become your entire body.
>It feels soo good.
>The contact.
>The breath.
>The throbbing.
>A jolt to dwarf the rest arcs through your entire body when something makes contact.
>You instinctively turn your head to see what.
>Anon's mouth hovers barely an inch from your most sensitive spot, eyes now locked onto yours.
>You want to say something, but you just can't quite find the words.
>Eyes still locked, his tongue goes in for another.
>A full thunderstorm hits, and you let the tiniest gasp escape.
>This is 100% faggotry.
>Why did he stop?!
 
"What are you waiting for!? Keep going!"
 
-----
 
>You are Tracy-anon.
>Probably.
>You can't really think right now.
>The pleasure you're now feeling is proof-positive that 99% of porn girls are faking it.
>And it keeps getting better.  Every muscle spasm brings a firmer lick, the rough contact sending earthquakes through your body.
>You must be having an orgasm right now. It's the only explanation.
>In his zeal, Anon's teeth catch your nib, and it all disappears in a flash.
 
"DAMMIT that hurt! Ow! Fuck!"
 
>Way too sensitive.
>Jesus it's like poking your eye with a lit match.
 
>"I'm sorry, Tracy! Please let me make it all better!"
 
>Shit. You have half the mind to slice his skin off and wear it as a coat.
>The pride of you thinking like Tracy dulls the pain a little, and you relax a tiny bit.
 
"You may keep going. Do that again and I'll kill you."
 
>With a business-like nod, Fuckwad-Anon cautiously gets back to his previous work.
>Your anger lasts all of 10 seconds before that familiar Ecstasy comes flooding back, having barely lost any potency at all.
>That sweet, sweet rhythm -which you want to experience forever- pushes you even beyond what you previously thought was orgasm.
>Was it?
>Multiple times?
>Who the fuck cares.
>Again, it all-too-abruptly stops.
 
>"Mistress, I beg, let me please you the way we both want."
 
>Pleasure.  That thing you WERE having.
 
"Shut up and keep going."
 
>You swear you heard a squeal of joy as he shifts around behind you...
 
-----
 
>You are creating art.
>You are a composer, and Tracy is your symphony.
>With every progressive lick brings another beautiful melody.
>And god dammit, your caged dick hurts like a motherfucker.
>Tracy is obviously into pain - why else would she make you wear these metal undies?
>It's so obvious! Pain! Anon, you are a genious.
>Bite.h
 
>"DAMMIT that hurt! OW! Fuck!"
 
>You are Anon, and you're about to be murdered by your waifu.
>At least it's a good way to go.
>No! That's Beta speak!  You're Alpha!
 
"I'm sorry, Tracy! Please let me make it all better!"
 
>Alpha as fuck.
>Years pass by as she stares daggers at you, gritting her teeth.
>Maybe you really are going to die.
 
>"You may keep going.  Do that again and I'll kill you."
 
>Speech 100/100
>You dutifully man your post and continue your masterpiece.
>Better play it safe for now.  She could beat the shit out of your skinny ass.
>You're surprised she hasn't already done it just for fun.
 
>Tracy's honeypot -and three times has it overflown- is your domain.  Your life.
>You could lick it all d-
>Four times.
>You could lick it all day if it weren't for this damn steel vice smashing Anon Jr.
>Somethings got to give. Your performance must have made her forget all about the D.
>You're just that good.
>Time to man up, Anon.
 
"Mistress, I beg, let me please you the way we both want."
 
>She still is probably upset about earlier.  Why did you have to say something, stupid?
>Here comes the disemboweling train.  Choo Choo.
>Instead, all you hear is muffled grunting.  Is that a yes?
>Do you want to wait around and find out?
>SteelUndies.fastremove(tableKey);
>Tracy, meet Anon Jr.
>Anon Jr.? Tracy.
-----
 
>One more second of making you wait and you're giving ShitAnon a black eye.
>You're feeling merciful.  For now.
>You would get up and yell at him if every movement didn't send your body into convulsions.
>Wonderful convulsions.
 
>You swear to God this second is the last o-
>Oh.
>Oh!
>Anon's tongue stepped up the game!
>Jesus tittyblasting FUCK its incredible!
>Slowly, and with pressure unheard of minutes ago, his tongue slides from the bottom of your slit all the way to just under your ponut.
>He lubed it. The sly motherfucker.
>You can only hold on to consciousness as it goes up and down.
>Up and down.
>Faster and faster.
>5 minutes ago was so shit.  This is -
>It slips into your pussy. Deep.
 
>You feel every inch of his tongue enter you. Every little bit finally reunited with it's rightful home.
>It fills a void you didn't even know you had, in a way you didn't ever imagine possible.
>Oh god this must be how sluts are made.  Who couldn't love getting railed?
>Wait.
>Oh shit.
>No. No No No No No.
>You focus every molecule of your will to lift your head and look behind you.
>Theres anon.
>Towering above you.
>Dick firmly pumping in and out of vag.
>It's finally happened, Anon, you've gone full retard.
 
-----
 
>You've never been happier to see Anon Jr.
>You've never seen him happier, either.
>It's finally going to happen: You are about to lose your virginity.
>To your waifu.
 
"Houston, we are go for launch!"
 
>You're not even sure if Tracy heard you, which is probably a good thing.
>she certainly feels it, though.
>Her whole body freezes briefly, then shudders uncontrollably as you slide the tip up and down her entrance.
>The feeling is amazing: you always thought vag to be slick and rubbery or some shit.
>It's soft as a cloud, and so wet you slide effortlessly over its surface.
>And its hot.
>Amazingly, fantastically hot.
>You want to cum right now soo badly.
>But you mustn't!
>Your one true waifu, body and mind, expects you to deliver!
 
>When you feel your endurance reaching its limits, you plunge as deep as you can into that sweet tunnel.
>If before was a cloud, your dick has entered another dimension.
>A dimension of warm, pillowy soft yet vicegrippingly tight ecstasy.
>You can only manage to remain motionless there, hilted, for a couple seconds before beginning the real fun.
>You begin thrusting, in and out.
>Her screams are music to your ears, and soon your moans join the chorus.
>You wonder how soundproof this room is as she turns her head to look at you.
>Must be thinking the same thing.  Silly Tracy, let the world hear!
 
>You flash her a knowing smile, but her eyes simply glass over as her panting continues.
>She must be close.  God knows you are.
>Give her the grand finale, Anon Jr.!
 
-----
 
>You want to kill him.
 
"Fuck..."
 
>Murder. No: Justice.
 
"Unnnh..."
 
>No one would even bat an eye at his mutilated corpse.
 
"Faster..."
 
>You'll see to it. Mark these words.
>Just after his stupid pleasure stick gives you what you so dearly need.
>Theres this spot he keeps hi-
 
"AHH Oh God!"
 
>Keeps hitting!
>You thought you were already there, but nope.
>Here it comes.
>Climbing Mount Everest with five feet to the summit.
>T-4 to blastoff.
>Three minutes to midnight
>Two fast two fu-
>A scream pierces every crevice of the room as you orgasm like none other in your life.
>Fuck-Anon hugs you tight and lifts you clear off the bed as he thrusts one final time.
>You feel your womb fill with seed as every cell in your body transcends reality.
>You ride out the feeling of wildfire coursing through your veins until it slowly yields to exhaustion.
>Both still gasping for air, Anon collapses with you onto the bed, content now merely to spoon.
 
>"Tracy, That was... Incredible... I love you..."
 
"I Love you too."
 
>You sputter and choke on the words that just left your mouth. Uggh they're like faggot-infused bile.
>You're too tired to resist. Too content.
 
>"Tracy... Will you be my waifu? Forever?"
 
>Hold the fucking phone.  Does he actually think...?
>At that moment the spell reaches its limit, much like you have.
>With a blinding, you feel bones and joints stitch themselves back into their natural places.
>No! Too soon!
 
>When the transformation concludes, you lay completely naked, and completely exhausted, in the arms of a very surprised Anon.
>Your crotch is covered in jizz.
>It ain't yours.
>You lock eyes with each other...
 
-----
 
>You are holding on for dear life here.
>If it were up to you, you would have came minutes ago.
>Tracy's moans and incoherent nonsense are all that's keeping you going.
>They're also what's making this soo hard.
>Life is torture.  Torture is exquisite joy.
 
>All at once, Tracy lets out a glass-shattering scream, her pussy milks you for fluid you haven't yet released, and you hug her tight as you can.
>You pull her close and cum for all your worth.
>waves and waves pump into your beautiful mare, as you feel the vigor drain from your own body.
>Utterly spent and satisfied, you collapse onto the bed with her.
>You leave your rapidly softening dick inside.
 
"Tracy, That was... Incredible... I love you..."
 
>You could spend your life with this mare.
>You want to.
>It's been your dream.
 
>"I love you too."
 
>Now Reality.
>Time to make it official.
 
"Tracy..."
 
>Your life has been leading up to this moment.
 
"Will you be my waifu?  Forever?"
 
>She opens her mouth as if to speak.
>Then bursts into blinding light.
>Dafuq?
 
>When the light finally fades enough to see, you open your eyes once again.
>In your arms lay a slightly overweight, naked man.
>He rolls over to face you.
>You lock eyes...
 
>"Well then..."
 
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? WHERE DID TRACY GO?! OH JESUS I FUCKED A DUDE.  SHIT!"
 
>"Yeeeaaahhhh..."
 
>...
 
>"Want to do it again some time?"
 
>...
>The greasy, jizz covered man before you just lays there. Awaiting an answer.
 
>...
 
"...Sounds good to me. Tracy."
 
>Now to convince Twilight to do the spell again some time.
>Where is she?
>...Squishing noise?
>Hmm, maybe this will be easier than you thought.
 
-fin-