Ponies Don't Clop

<img src="1_Cover.png" width=50%> One sunny day, Twilight Sparkle was trotting through Ponyville when she bumped into a very strange creature. It was big, scruffy, and peach-colored -- you! "Oh, hello there," Twilight Sparkle graciously introduces herself with a ponystep curtsy. "I'm Twilight Sparkle. What's your name?" (What do you do?) A) [[Introduce yourself.]] B) [[Compliment her rump.]] C) [[Say you really like her mane.]]

"Good day, Madam Pony. My name is Mr. Person. What's your name?" You ask confidently. Twilight hesitates before somewhat awkwardly giving you her name again. "I'm Twilight Sparkle," she smiles. <img src="2_Intro.png" width=25%> (What do you do?) A) [[Apologize.]] B) [[Pet her mane.]] C) [[Say you really like her hoof.]]

<img src="2_Compliment.jpg" width=30%> "Your rump is cute," you say flatly. "My what?" Twilight replies confusedly, looking at her rump and back to you. As you continue to stare at the purple unicorn's pony rump, Twilight starts to get the picture. "Ohhh... that," Twilight continues, giving an awkward laugh. She slowly turns so you can't see any of her rump and backs away, making sure to face you as she does so. She doesn't break eye contact. Once she is a fairly-long distance away, she quickly turns around, sprinting towards the horizon. [[Bad End]]

<img src="e_BadEnd.png" width=55%> Ponies are not for sexual.

"I really like your mane," you say awkwardly. <img src="2_LikeMane.gif" width=30%> "Oh," Twilight hesitates before continuing. "Me too," she says while smiling awkwardly back. Several moments pass. "Well, I better be going now," Twilight says. After several long moments more, much to your dismay, she trots away. [[Awkward End]]

You need to be about 20% cooler. <img src="e_AwkwardEnd.gif" width=50%>

<img src="3_Apologize.jpg" width=40%> "My apologies, Good Mare. It appears that I asked you for your name when it had yet already been given me. Do forgive me." Twilight smiles knowingly. "Oh, it's no problem at all! I do things like that all the time," she endearingly replies as she blushes and looks to the side briefly ...then off into one of the big fields surrounding Ponyville. You're almost certain she has a thing for you. (What do you do?) A) [[Ask her out for Hearts and Hooves Day.]] B) [[Hop on, yank her tail, and tell her to "giddy up".]] C) [[Shyly lick her hoof.]]

Feeling you two have been adequately introduced, you brazenly reach your hand out towards the cute purple mare and begin petting her adorable pink and purple mane. <img src="3_PetMane.jpg" width=40%> Contrary to your expectations, however, the little pony doesn't murr, purr, or otherwise make any sounds of pleasure. In fact, she just stands there, frozen in place as your hand goes in for another pet yet again and again and again. She wonders when you will stop, her eyes awkwardly trying to find a way to cordially end the interaction with this very obviously socially-inept creature. After she gets back to her library, she'll probably even have Spike take a note about it -- warning anyponyelse who ever has the unfortunate experience of encountering this creature again to use simple words and phrases and to keep their distance. After what seems like an eternity to her (but is all-too-short for you), you stop. Smiling stupidly, you can't help but wonder what silly unicorn bookhorse thing she will say or do next. You watch her with anticipation. Twilight laughs awkwardly before saying, "well, that was ...something." She pauses. "Thank you," she stammers, before continuing. "...for the kind gesture of --" Twilight is at a loss for words for a moment but quickly recovers. "Friendship," she smiles, hoping you are buying the act but not completely sure you understand anything she is saying at all. For your part, while you could understand if you wanted to, you are content just to see and hear the purple pony move and make noises with her face -- a plus if she makes that poofy-magically noise with her horn. "Well, I best be going now! Have a wonderful day," Twilight says in feigned cheerfulness, giving a brief ponystep curtsy before quickly trotting away. [[Bad End]]

Not noticing you had asked for Twilight's name even though she had already given it to you, you look down and stare at her furry, shiny hoof. "I really like your hoof," you say drolly. "It's so furry and shiny." <img src="3_LikeHoof.png" width=35%> "Oh, is it now?" Twilight replies graciously, holding her hoof up to inspect it herself and also to give you a better look. It is very furry, pretty, shiny, and hard. In fact, it is nothing short of mesermizing. But just as you are about to ask if you can touch it, she steps back down on it (much to your disappointment). "Well, I best be going," Twilight says as she turns and trots away. "It was nice meeting you." You stand there watching Twilight's hoof trots, wondering at the hoof's Mierencidelity as you hear the clippity-cloppity of her lovely hoofs on the stone path fading into the distance. Before you know it, the sound is gone. [[Awkward End]]

You stammer, reminding yourself of Spike as the words all finally come out. "Do you wanna be my very special somepony..." Before you can say anything else, however, Twilight places her cute little hoofsies up under her muzzle in excitement. She replies with a happy, "yes!" <img src="4_AskOut.png" width=50%> After a wonderful day of a picnic, fun in the sun, and cider-tasting, you both find yourselves cuddled together under a pretty peach tree near the edge of Ponyville. You have been cuddled together for a while. You're the big spoon and her the little (although you would have been just as content -- perhaps even more so -- the other way around (--sure she wouldn't have minded)). Everything is so calm and peaceful that you're not even sure if Twilight is still awake anymore. You check. -- "Yup, already fast asleep, that silly mare," you think to yourself. There is a gentle breeze. (What do you do?) A) [[Slip your hand (which is currently wrapped around Twilight's shoulder) down Twilight's chest and even lower, over her belly continuing on to, ...well you know, "the place."]] B) [[Hump the pony.]] C) [[Start breathing increasingly heavier in her ear until you start drooling.]] D) [[Nothing. Go to sleep.]]

<img src="4_HopOn.png" width=90%> You're sure you saw it. Twilight blushed. And when a mare blushes, that can mean only one thing. Not one to wait around for the inevitable, you grab the little pony's tail -- yanking her towards you. Having always considered yourself a gentleman of the refined variety, you make sure not to accidentally crush the small mare in the process of mounting her, awkwardly positioning your legs so that Twilight doesn't have to support all of your weight (although she easily could with the help of her magic). As Twilight's still trying to process what's going on, you take advantage of her confusion to tug on her mane and slap her rump, telling her to, "giddy up, pony!" Twilight lets out an exasperated sigh and a snort (which disappoints and honestly even somewhat disgusts you) as her horn begins to light up. You are certain good things are coming. There is a blinding flash of light and... Nothing. You collapse onto the ground, hurting your wrist in the fall. She's just gone. You consider that you can probably count yourself lucky if you're only not allowed within 314 ponylengths of her ever again. If not that, you mull that you'll probably be banished to the Everfree Forest -- the place where she now probably thinks you came from, at any rate. "Maybe the Diamond Dogs are hiring?" You muse to yourself. You feel very alone. [[Bad End]]

<img src="4_LickHoof.png" width=50%> Encouraged by her generally adorable demeanor, you turn your gaze towards those enchanting hoofs of hers. As you drop down on all fours, you briefly glance shyly up at the purple unicorn pony, to which she returns an awkward smile. You look back down at her left forehoof. There it is -- the hoof of your dreams in all of its magnificent glory! Twilight likes you -- you are sure. "There is nothing wrong with this," you try in vain to convince yourself. A soft blush forms on your cheeks as your shy lips inch slowly closer to her hoof. Much to your dismay, Twilight's hoof appears to begin to retract. You take a nervous breath as you watch it (thankfully) steady, allowing you to lick it. It feels perfect. Sensing imminent rejection, however -- after a brief pause you lick it again. The strong, solid hoof remains solidly in place. Now confident in your hoofy endeavors, you give it a third, more curious lick, as you begin to investigate the subtle form and texture of ponyhoofs to which you had been previously unprivy. Twilight lets out an awkward laugh. "Okay. Enough of that," she says somewhat playfully as she begins to step away. As the hoof leaves your field of vision, you sadly grasp at the empty air. You're so embarrassed that you can't bring yourself to look back up at Twilight. After a long pause, Twilight asks gently, somewhat concerned, "Umm... Are you going to be OK?" You just nod silently. "OK," is her happy reply. "Well that was interesting," you hear her say to herself as she trots away. [[Awkward End]]

<img src="5_AskOut-SlipHand.jpg" width=40%> Wanting to make this perfect day even more perfect, your hand begins sliding down the fluffy purple fur on Twilight's chest. She cutely stirs, which makes you feel... A) [[Aroused. Continue with your original plans.]] B) [[Satisfied. Abandon your original plans.]]

You inhale sharply; Twilight's cuteness nearly takes your breath away. As your hand slides lower over her belly, Twilight mumbles something. She rolls over to face you, still asleep. Embracing her with your other arm, your free hand travels yet lower -- in between Twilight's furry little pony flanks. She lets out a short gasp as her eyes pop open. Looking down at your hand and then up at you, her expression turns from one of surprise and confusion to incredulity and disappointment. Summoning all her magical might, in an instant she teleports to her hooves, next to you. As you lay there, vulnerable and empty-handed, Twilight says angrily, "I can't believe this! I should have listened to Princess Celestia. We give you humans a chance and this is what you do?" As you watch the mare of your dreams chastise you for something so stupid, you can't help but feel ashamed. "I mean, look at me!" Twilight turns around, putting her flank up and arching her tail to the side to give you a good view of her furry posterior. You're caught off-guard. "There's nothing there." She continues, sadly, peering over at you from behind her flank. <img src="5_AskOut-SlipHand-Continue.png" width=35%> You observe that there is indeed nothing there, and you wonder why you were attracted to that place to begin with. You find yourself wanting to say something, but judging by how angry and emotional Twilight seems right now, you decide it best not to. Twilight eyes you over one last time before turning and trotting off back to her library in Ponyville. [[Bad End]]

<img src="5_AskOut-SlipHand-Abandon.png" width=35%> You change your mind. Everything is already perfect, you deduce. You have your mare and are in Ponyville, afterall. Twilight still sleeps soundly next to you in your warm embrace, while the gentle sound of rustling leaves can be heard nearby. You are soon fast asleep. [[Decent End]]

<img src="e_DecentEnd.jpg" width=100%> You're a friend indeed.

You're already in the correct position, you reason, so you may as well. You'll just give her a little hump at first to see if she minds. You gently hump at the pony. Twilight doesn't stir. While she feels OK, you want to know what she really feels like, so you quietly undo your pants. They are removed with relative ease. Snuggling up against Twilight so as to not disturb her, you give her a second hump and then a third. Twilight twitches a little. You think to yourself that you had better be more gentle next time or she might wake up (not that you think she wouldn't approve of this activity or anything -- I mean, she is a cute magical purple pony, afterall -- they would probably approve of lots of things ordinary humans wouldn't). <img src="5_HumpThePony.jpg" width=100%> Up until now, you had reasoned that you weren't doing anything too objectionable because there had been a barrier between yourself and Twilight. But if you remove your underwear, that would mean -- your train of thought comes to an abrupt halt -- ...against her soft, purple ponyfur and warm ponybody? The thought arouses you. "Twilight wouldn't mind, even if she did wake up. We had such a wonderful day together," you reason. Against your better judgement, you pull your underwear down, followed by finishing completely removing your pants (which likewise allows you to finish removing your underwear). You wrap your leg around Twilight's ponybody and flank (your leg in that position almost as long as she is -- "Well, the exact positioning of Twilight's ponybody must also be taken into consideration," you think). In a lucky coincidence, your manhood brushes against her ponyfur just as she wriggles in her sleep -- mumbling something about pancakes, you think. The feeling is divine. Just as you think you may be about to really start humping the little pony (...and lost in the moment as you were, you only had a vague idea about what might happen after that), however, Twilight begins to stir. Yawning, she lifts up her head. Suddenly acutely aware of just how far you've gone without her consent you pretend to be asleep, hoping she won't notice. "What's that wet spot?" Twilight mumbles to herself, turning her head to investigate the wet feeling on her back. As you know exactly what that wet spot is and what Twilight will do if she sees it, you... A) [[Hump her more. She will surely understand.]] B) [[Keep pretending to be asleep and hope for the best.]] C) [[Distract her. Pretend like everything is normal.]]

<img src="5_Hump-HumpMore.png" width=50%> Erroneously reasoning that Twilight waking up indicates her consent to both prior and present sexual activity, you firmly grasp Twilight's plush purple pony body with your arms and legs, pulling her into you as you start frenetically humping her cute, soft fur. Twilight, who is caught off-guard, isn't quite sure how to respond. She initially tries to wriggle herself free, which you mistake for willingness. As you fail to take notice of her disdain for your humping, you find yourself taking delight in her ponymovements. In fact, it's even starting to feel like she might be taking more delight in it than you. Twilight's voice, however, snaps you back to reality. "Stop! What are you doing!?" She finally manages to shout. (What do you do?) A) [[Keep humping.]] B) [[Stop.]]

Ignoring the purple pony's pleas, you continue to hump. While it feels good, it also kind-of feels like it's missing something. After a few more humps, you think you realize what it is. Hump as you might, you can't seem to find Twilight's marehood. Your manhood has just been rubbing up and down in between Twilight's cutieclopflanks this whole time. As you continue to hump anyway, you notice that her horn is beginning to glow. It looks like she might be trying to cast a spell. You're not sure that you want to risk getting hurt over this. <img src="h_KeepHumping.jpg" width=75%> (What do you do?) A) [[Try anything you can to get the spell to fail.]] B) [[Keep humping. (2)]] C) [[Stop. (2)]]

You stop humping. In short order, Twilight has cast a spell that teleports her away. You watch as her horn lights up again -- this time with an even more powerful magic. You're too much in a haze from all the lavender mare humping (who now seems rather displeased with you) to really consider what it could be. In the next moment you find yourself locked inside a giant iron cage. With another magical arc from Twilight's horn, you find yourself chained to it, too. Recovering her breath, Twilight takes several moments to herself before trotting over to you. "There. Equestria is safe once again," she says more to herself than to you (although she says it while looking at you). Inside the cage, and with the way Twilight is looking at you, you begin to think that maybe humping so much hadn't been one of your better ideas. In fact, after all that Twilight is doing right now, you're starting to feel kind-of like a villain. You look at her blankly. "Well, did you enjoy my marehood, Mr. Person? Did it feel good?" Twilight asks sarcastically. You stop to consider the question. It begins to dawn on you that in all of your humping in between Twilight's cutieclopflanks, you hadn't actually ever found her marehood. You don't get it -- it should have been right there. You appear uncertain. "Of course you didn't," Twilight answers for you "-- because I don't have one!" Twilight exclaims as she assumes a compromising position, leaving little to the imagination. <img src="h_Stop_1.jpg" width=45%> You look her over carefully. Nope -- no marehood, you confirm. You wonder why you had been attracted to that place to begin with. Twilight lets you know that Celestia's royal guards will be there soon to escort you to your new "home" (although she neglects to specify where, exactly, that will be or what it may involve). While it's certainly not something you're looking forward to, of more immediate concern to you is if a manticore or dragon happens to get to you first, as Twilight has informed you they like to roam this area. Although your cage bars are thick and you have a little room inside, you have your doubts they couldn't reach you if they really wanted to. You hope she is just joking. Twilight eyes you over one last time before turning her head and trotting off back to her library in Ponyville. [[Bad End]]

Knowing that Twilight casting a spell can only mean bad news, you grab Twilight's horn in the seemingly futile hope that this will somehow stop the spell from being cast.\ <img src="h_TryAnything.png" width=15%> And to your delight, it does dim -- although it doesn't completely go out. In addition, you find that there's something about holding Twilight's magical unicorn horn in your hands that tempts you to hump faster, which you do. <img src="h_TryAnything_2.jpg" width=20%> As you observe that your manhood is close to climax, not wanting this to be over quite yet, you hold back, concentrating on nothing. The sudden halt, however, causes Twilight's cutieclopflanks to needily twitch into you, sending a few spurts of seed up your shaft, landing right where her marehood would be if she had one. "Fuck," you say, pushing away all thoughts of continuing further out of your mind while your manhood calms down. You know that's probably going to cost you some pleasure when you finally decide to release the rest of your seedstore. Your manhood having taken the several seconds it needed to calm down, you notice that special spot between Twilight's flanks beginning to glow. A lavender crystal-like light eminating from the area begins to take form. Twilight has received a marehood. Her marehood and crotchtits are nothing short of perfect, you think -- exactly like you had always imagined. Distracted as you are by the sight, you notice Twilight's horn beginning to light up -- this time at a much faster rate than before. As your thought process becoming increasingly deranged due to the cumulative effect of your bad decisions, you consider that bucking her marehood (which she probably doesn't even know she has yet) may be your best chance at getting her spell to fail, thus keeping you safe from whatever vengeance (you now falsely believe) she is sure to try and wreak with it. Your guardian pony tries one last time to keep you from making a costly mistake, gently encouraging you to keep Twilight's mareginity intact. You weigh your options. (What do you do?) A) [[Keep bucking her. Don't let her cast a spell. Keep her mareginity intact.]] B) [[Take Twilight's mareginity (without her consent).]]

You know Twilight Sparkle, and you also know that she wouldn't attack a kind, caring gentlepony like yourself in this situation. "She's probably just trying to teleport away," you deduce. You continue your humping unabated. By now, Twilight's inner cutieclopflanks have become coated in something wet, reducing friction and making humping more efficient; and even though you're not entirely sure how, you suspect that not all of the wetness is from just you. As Twilight's horn begins to flicker, you remember she had been trying to cast a spell. Thankfully, because your humping is so vigorous, she loses her concentration. The spell fails. For some reason, this makes you hump even more. <img src="h_KeepHumping-KeepHumping.jpg" width=15%> "Please, Mr. Person," Twilight pleads defeatedly as you hump, panting due to the combined effect of her failed efforts to escape, her attempts at stabilizing herself, and if she were being honest with herself, her own involunatary arousal. You take note of her arousal. You can't believe it. Twilight Sparkle, banisher of Discord -- defeated by your manhood. You're elated. Several dozen humps later, she continues, "this isn't what friendship is abou--" But before Twilight can finish, you release your seed. As you give Twilight her last few humps, some of your seed overflowing out of her, you take pause -- enjoying the last several seconds inside her to their fullest. You then pull out and stand over her, thoroughly enjoying the view of the mark you've made on your favorite mare. You would consider yourself completely satisfied if she was enjoying this moment at least half as much as you. To your surprise, that special spot between Twilight's flanks begins to glow. A lavender crystal-like light eminating from the area begins to take form. Twilight has received a marehood. Her marehood and crotchtits are nothing short of perfect, you think -- exactly like you had always imagined. You can't wait until you'll feel like humping Twilight again. You wonder if Twilight has noticed them yet. Twilight looks up at you sadly. You're confused. <img src="h_KeepHumping-KeepHumping_2.png" width=40%> You don't know how to respond. Searching for words, you reply, "I-I thought we were friends." Twilight just shakes her head. Suddenly, there is a blinding light and Princess Celestia of Equestria appears before you and Twilight. "Mr. Person!" She says in her royal Canterlot voice. Twilight bows. You do so instinctively. Looking from Twilight to you, Celestia sighs disappointedly. "I had high hopes for you, Mr. Person. You let me down." "What do you mean, Princess?" You ask concernedly. There is a blinding flash, and in an instant you're teleported back into the human world, only you're not only not in your old bedroom but you also feel much smaller than before. Looking around, you determine that while you are in a bedroom, it's certainly not yours. ...looks like you're on a shelf? You look down and see some guy's (you assume) old clothes strewn about the room along with old snacks, empty soda cans, and even a few beer cans. As you're high up, you're careful not to move much lest you fall. You try to take a step back, but find that you can't move. Inspecting your body, you notice your legs are plush and furry -- wow! -- just like you always wanted. (I guess that explains why you can't move; there must be some way to move, though -- if you were able to be transformed like this to begin with, you reason. You can figure that out later.) It's then that you catch your reflection in a mirror on the wall. It turns out that your legs aren't just plush and furry but you're an actual cute pony plushie! You're so happy. The apparent owner of the bedroom walks into the room, shutting the door behind him and walking over to the shelf. He grabs you off of it. He's mumbling something about how you are such a cute Lyra plushie and about how Lyra is his favorite pony. Your name must be Lyra! You think it's an awfully pretty name. You try to say something to get his attention, but he doesn't seem to recognize your sentience. He lays down on his bed, putting you on top of him. "D'aww, how cute," you think. "He must be lonely." You're happy to keep him company -- that is, until he starts to unzip his pants. You watch as the room owner proceeds to pull down his underwear; you're disgusted. You hope to yourself that he's not about to do what you think he's about to do. Then, when all hope seems lost, you remember what you learned about during your time with Twilight -- namely, that ponies don't have marehoods. You laugh to yourself. "If he thinks he's going to--" "Eep!" you would have said out loud if you could. "It went inside." You're almost certain you can hear Twilight's and Princess Celestia's voices coming from somewhere, but unfortunately you are too distracted by all the humping to make out what they may be saying. After the humping goes on for some time, you wonder how long the humping is going to keep going. "Will this guy ever stop?" You think to yourself. While you had thought that being a cute pony plushie who couldn't move would have rendered you unable to feel such strong physical sensations as the result of the humping, yet it somehow seemed to be just the opposite. When the humping finally finishes and you feel wet and sticky inside, Room Owner places you back up on the shelf. "That's disgusting! Couldn't you have at least cleaned me out first?" You would have told him, if he could hear you. You pause. "Or maybe he's just busy with work right now -- wouldn't want to judge too quickly." You're taken aback. "That was a weird thought. I'm not already starting to form an attachment to him after just one humping am I?" You start to worry -- and you not being able to go anywhere to take your mind off of him is only making you question yourself even more. As you sit there looking cutely on the shelf, thinking quietly, you find yourself wishing you could move. You wish somepony could hear you. As you look across the bedroom at Room Owner as he browses embarrassing pictures of you on his computer, you begin to hope that you can someday get used to it. "Ponies are not for sexual," you mutter to yourself, defeatedly. [[Bad End]]

You stop humping. In a moment, Twilight has finished casting a spell that teleports her away. You watch as her horn lights up again -- this time with an even more powerful magic. You're too much in a haze from all the lavender mare humping (who now seems rather displeased with you) to really consider what it could be. In the next moment you find yourself locked inside a giant iron cage. With another magical arc from Twilight's horn, you find yourself chained to it, too. Recovering her breath, Twilight takes several moments to herself before trotting over to you. "There. Equestria is safe once again." She says more to herself than to you (although she doesn't take her eyes off you even once as she says it). Inside the cage, and with the way Twilight is glaring at you, you begin to think that maybe humping so much hadn't been one of your better ideas. In fact, after all that Twilight is doing right now, you're starting to feel like no less than Discord himself. You look at her blankly. "Well, did you enjoy my marehood, Mr. Person? Did it feel good?" Twilight asks sarcastically. You stop to consider the question. You realize that in all of your humping in between Twilight's cutieclopflanks, you hadn't actually ever found her marehood. You don't get it -- it should have been right there. "No," you say, ashamed of yourself. "I couldn't find it." "Of course you couldn't -- because I don't have one!" Twilight exclaims, as she assumes a compromising position, leaving nothing to the imagination. <img src="h_Stop_2.jpg" width=55%> You look her over carefully. Nope -- no marehood, you confirm. After a pause, you build up the courage to ask, "well, where it then?" Twilight looks disgusted. "I wouldn't tell somepony like you even if I knew." Then her expression turns unexpectedly dark. "You're going to friendship school." "Friendship school? That doesn't sound so bad," you retort. "Oh, trust me," she continues, "there's a very special punishment there prepared for unrepentant creatures just like you." "But I stopped when you said," you gulp. Twilight doesn't say a word. You feel bad about yourself and wonder why you had been attracted to that place to begin with. Twilight eyes you over one last time before turning her head and trotting off back to her library in Ponyville. "Twilight? Where are you going?" You ask nervously. "What if a manticore or dragon finds me all alone out here?" You pause, testing the strength of your cage bars and estimating the length of the creatures' reaches. Trying to get her to say something, you yell as she fades into the horizon. "Is this friendship school?" You can only hope Twilight will remember to send somepony to come get you. [[Bad End]]

You double-down on your fake sleeping, trying to make it look as realistic as possible. <img src="5_HumpPretend.jpg" width=60%> "Is that?" Twilight sniffs the air. She blushes. Then, looking at your half-naked body and seeing the nearby pants and underwear clumped together as they were, it all comes together. "Ack!" Twilight screams. She hoofs it out from under your leg, backing away while eyeing you suspiciously. As your leg hits the ground, you pretend not to notice that she left. "I know you're awake, Mr. Person," Twilight growls. "Just what do you think you were doing while I was asleep?" You realize you can't fool a pony as smart as Twilight anymore. You're not sure why you even thought you could. Feigning a yawn and stretching, you pretend to wake up. It wasn't until you saw Twilight standing there in the moonlight facing you like you were Discord himself that you fully realized your error. You're apologetic. "I-I'm sorry," you stammer. "Your fur was just so soft and pretty..." You realize just how pathetic your excuse must have sounded. Twilight, still looking at you like you might turn Ponyville upside-down at any moment, continues cautiously, "just what do you think you would have done if I hadn't woken up just then?" Your hapless expression tells her all she needs to know. Twilight sighs in disappointment. Relaxing a bit, she says, "I mean, look at me," Twilight says as she turns around, putting her flank up and arching her tail to the side to give you a good view of her furry posterior. At first you think Twilight might have changed her mind, but then she continues. "There's nothing there!" she says, peering over at you from beind her flank. You observe that there is indeed nothing there, but that doesn't detract you. "I don't know, Twilight. I just thought I might..." "You might what?" Twilight asks incredulously. "You know -- just a bit," you continue anyway, too ashamed to say the thing you had wanted to do as there was no complementary part to do it with. Twilight sighs in disappointment as she trots over to you. "Let me explain," she says. She stops in front of you, assuming a compromising position. "Go ahead, touch it with your hand," she says. Hesitantly, you touch Twilight between her flanks. It looks and feels just like any other part of Twilight's little ponybody. "See?" She says, "nothing." You wonder why you were attracted to that place to begin with. You find yourself wanting to say something, but judging from Twilight's disdainful expression after all of this, you decide it best not to. <img src="5_HumpPretend_2.jpg" width=45%> Twilight eyes you over one last time before turning her head and trotting off back to her library in Ponyville. You wonder if Princess Celestia is going to hear about this. [[Bad End]]

"Oh, hi there Twilight," you say, trying not to sound too creepy. You slyly reach out a hand towards her mane to give her a gentle rub to help take her mind off of what's been going on behind her. To your delight, she warmly accepts, nuzzling your hand in return. You try to playfully coax her back to sleep. "It's not morning yet, my little filly," you say as you snuggle against her. You try to keep your manhood as far away from her as possible. "You're right," she says tiredly as she lets out another yawn, cuddling into you. As she does so, however, she traverses the space you had created between her and your manhood. Thankfully your manhood isn't standing too proudly right now -- shrunken by the danger of Twilight waking. Several moments pass, and Twilight seems to have forgetten all about the wet sensation on her back that is probably well on its way to drying by now, at any rate. Your plan seeming to have worked, you congratulate yourself for a disaster averted. You begin to relax. But as the thought that Twilight may already be well on her way to sleep crosses your mind, your manhood begins to stiffen. And without any underwear to keep it in place, you're not sure exactly where it's going to end up -- but you soon find out. It ends up pushing its way through a happy parting in Twilight's tail, getting caught right between her two cutieclopflanks. Despite your efforts to keep it from disturbing Twilight, the knowledge that she could wake and discover it in "...the place" at any moment seems to make it throb, poking more and more against the mare. Just as you decide the best course of action is to try and very slowly pull away while maintaing upper cuddle position, you hear a voice. "What's that?" Twilight asks sleepily. She had apparently still been awake. "Uh... what?" You feign ignorance. Twilight begins to sit up, turning her head to get a good view of behind her. When she sees the bottom half of you completely naked it all comes together. "Ack!" Twilight screams. Her horn lights up, teleporting her a good distance from you. "Don't come any closer!" She yells. You're not certain, but it looks as though she's charging up some kind of super-powerful spell. As you consider that this may be the last few seconds of your life before you're blasted into a million pieces by a spell reserved by Twilight, no doubt, for only the most heinous of villains, you consider making your plea and begging for your life. Instead, however, you find yourself just sitting there, lost in thought. "I've clopped to many ponies. The ride had to end eventually," you think, making peace with yourself as teardrops form and begin to fall from your eyes. Twilight takes note, the spell gradually lessening in intensity before slowly fizzling out. Surprised, you look up to see what happened. Twilight trots over to you. She proceeds cautiously, "I don't know what you were up to, but when Princess Celestia told me that you humans were just a bunch of harmless misunderstood creatures, I believed her. And then this happens?" You're not sure how to reply. "I want to show you something," Twilight continues. Turning around, Twilight assumes the position, putting her flank up in the air and arching her tail to the side to give you a good view of her furry pony posterior. <img src="5_HumpDistract.png" width=55%> At first you're confused. "Did she change her mind?" You futilely hope. Then it becomes clear to you. There's nothing there -- just soft, smooth, lavender fur. In fact, it's no different than how the rest of her ponybody is -- only this fur was in a different spot. "It's the same," you reply plainly. Twilight, delighted by your realization, replies, "correct!" You begin to wonder why you were attracted to that place to begin with. Putting two and two together in poor form, you ask hopefully, "does that mean we can still be together?" "Not a chance," Twilight replies. You're dejected. You consider explaining yourself now that things had calmed down a bit, but considering just how much you had already done up to the point of that unfortunate accident, you guessed that it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference, anyway. Despite knowing this, you reply anyway. "Twilight -- I didn't do anything yet. It was an accident." It was a weird thing to say considering you couldn't have done anything anyway -- even if you had wanted to. It seemed as though Twilight already knew. She just looked down sadly, turned, and started to walk away. After a few steps, Twilight looks back, eyeing you over one last time before trotting off back to her library in Ponyville. You briefly wonder if she is going to have Princess Celestia issue a restraining order against you. [[Bad End]]

<img src="5_BreatheHeavily.jpg" width=60%> So excited you are about having your favorite mare this close to you that you can do little else except fixate on how simply adorable she looks all cozied up and vulnerable so close to you. You're infatuated with her mareness. If you had been a little more self-aware, perhaps you would have recognized this as arousal, but this situation is so new to you that the possibility never occurs to you. Knowing that Twilight is probably asleep, you fixate on her all the more, your eyes darting all over Twilight's cute pony body, as your breathing gets heavier and heavier. Eventually, you even begin to drool out of the corner of your mouth, which drips onto Twilight's soft fur. The sight makes you even more aroused. Twilight's ear suddenly twitches, alerting you to her potential awakening. Knowing better, you try and regulate your breathing and facial expression, but Twilight's presence is so intoxicating that within only a few moments, you're back to the way you were before. "What's that sound?" Twilight asks, yawning. "Did we go to sleep next to a waterfall?" Twilight laughs, before looking up and seeing your needy expression and noticing the drool on her fur, to which she reflexively cringes, looking away out of second-hand embarrassment. Noticing your error, you contain yourself, pulling Twilight a little closer. Twilight awkwardly tries to snuggle up, but it also feels as though she could get up and leave at any moment, and you're not sure if she would come back after seeing you like this. What do you do? A) [[Double-down on your autism and start whispering sweet nothings into Twlight's ears.]] B) [[Try and act like a normal person.]] C) [[Start licking her, pretending to be a cat.]]

"You're so cute, Twilight," you whisper into her ear. "I love you, like -- so much," you say next -- in between heavy breaths -- before continuing. "But, like -- not sexually." Then, you pause for several seconds as if to try to prove to her that you can restrain yourself. When you think you have paused long enough you keep going with, "...that is, unless you wanted to." Sure winners in any book about dating mares, if you had to say so yourself. <img src="5_BreatheHeavily-Autism.jpg" width=35%> Unsurprisingly, Twilight can't stand much more of this. "Okaaay!" She says, ejecting herself from your cuddle. "Well, I had a lovely night," she says. "You're a great friend." She gives you a sympathetic smile. "See you tomorrow?" You nod and give an "Mhmm." "Okay, then," Twilight says, before trotting away -- back towards her library in Ponyville. You can't help but feel as though that could have gone a little better. [[Decent End]]

Clearing your throat, as if that somehow undid all of the acute awkwardness you had just put Twilight through, you proceed to put on your most stoic of masks, repeating to yourself in your head, "I am the provider. I am a stone statue. I am mare. I am the provider. I am a stone statue. I am mare. I am the provider. I am a stone statue. I am mare." While you lay there doing nothing, Twilight, the cringyness of you drooling over her still stuck in her mind, tries to get back to sleep but just can't seem to get comfortable. Trying to figure out what a normal person might do in a situation such as this, you say, "Twilight, take my hoof. We shall go to sleep together." Twilight, a bit confused at first, shrugs and does as you ask. She seems to calm down a bit -- that is until you realize you are holding an actual ponyhoof in your hands ---- A ponyhoof! As your mind begins to fixate on the idea of holding Twilight's wittle hoofsy -- once again, your breathing gets heavier. Twilight, not completely asleep yet, opens one eye -- looking up at you, trying to figure out what exactly is going on. You're too mesmerized by her hoof to notice. <img src="5_BreatheHeavily-NormalPerson.png" width=35%> As drool begins to trickle down on Twilight's fur, Twilight has had enough. "Excuse me, I have to use the little filly's room," she suggests, awkwardly wriggling out from underneath your embrace -- while simultaneously trying to dodge any pools of drool that happened to be laying around. You're disappointed but you think you understand why Twilight made that excuse. "I'm so sorry, Twilight," you say. "I'm a bad cuddler." "No -- you're not," Twilight replies reassuringly. It's just that -- how to say... you just need a little practice. You're about to ask her if she will help you practice when her sympathetic facial expression causes it to dawn on you what she really means." "Oh," you reply. "You're still a good friend," Twilight insists. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Not wanting to lose your friendship as well as your cuddle buddy, you nod dejectedly. "Great!" Twilight replies enthusiastically before trotting off to the Ponyville library to get some well-deserved rest. [[Decent End]]

<img src="5_BreatheHeavily-PretendCat.gif" width=30%> "Meow! meow." You playfully roll over and paw at Twilight. Twilight's confused at first, to be sure, but is quickly won over by your surprising level of enthusiasm, meowing and pawing at you, too. You put your "paws" up on Twilight's back, playfully licking and nipping at her ear, to which she in turn giggles, rolling over onto her back. You give her furry little ponybelly a playful rub. In the midst of all this nyanplay your heavy breathing and drool goes from being a goofy awkward mess of arousal to being endearingly infatuating. Twilight can't help but want to be close to you -- to feel your strong, masculine kittybreath and receive your impromptu wet licks. <img src="5_BreatheHeavily-PretendCat_2.png" width=55%> Soon, Twilight finds herself on her back with you on top -- and she doesn't seem to mind one bit about the obviously-increased size of the manhood in your pants ...or when it happens to accidentally brush against her. As your positions shift again, it eventually becomes clear that she is even actively seeking it out -- in her potential defense, rubbing against it only because that's what she thought a cat might do in a situation such as this. As you've never been in a situation like this before, and kind-of feel like you might have lucked out with the whole cat-act thing, you're not sure how to proceed. On the other hoof, Twilight seems like she's really starting to get into it (but is she really --or is she just humoring you? You're not completely sure). What do you do? A) [[Hump the pony. (3)]] B) [[Cuddle the pony and go to sleep.]]

<img src="c_1.jpg" width=40%> There's something about that mare that you just can't seem to get out of your head. But there's just one problem as far as you're concerned: How do you get your manhood out from your pants without it being awkward? Suddenly, an idea comes to you. You playfully swipe Twilight's muzzle, pretending to be mad at her, while running behind a nearby tree. You know that you'll only have a few seconds before Twilight is upon you -- but that's all you need. In almost an instant, both your pants and underwear are gone; you nervously await Twilight's approach. <img src="c_2.png" width=45%> Just as you had predicted, Twilight is upon you very soon. But what you hadn't anticipated was that it would be a sneak attack. While you had been busy hiding, Twilight had snuck up on you -- pouncing on you from behind. This caused you to get knocked off balance -- her furry little lavender ponybody coming into direct and blissful contact with your proud manhood. While you had hoped to ease Twilight into the new dynamic, it was too late for that now. She was now fully and acutely aware of exactly what had transpired both behind the tree and during her pounce ...and to your surprise and bewilderment, she didn't seem to mind at all -- she just continued the romp as though everything was exactly the same as it was before. <img src="c_3.jpg" width=45%> <img src="c_4.png" width=45%> Taking her hint, you continue on the same as before as well -- only it's now obvious to everypony the effect the close contact is having on you. Soon, Twilight begins teasing you with her tail, flicking it at places that it probably shouldn't be flicked in and even pausing at times to meow like a cat in heat. It starts getting to you -- seeing Twilight's pretty purple ponyflank shaking like that -- tail flagging. You know it's not real -- Twilight Sparkle would never act like that. But this cat is clearly not Twilight Sparkle. You can't take it anymore, and you decide that the next time Twilight shakes her flank at you -- it's going to be yours. Sure enough, a few romps later and Twilight is back to shaking that flank. This time, however, you're ready for it; you know what you have to do. You pounce on it, pinning Twilight down on the ground. While she meows and mewls like the cat in heat that she is right now, she raises no Ponyish-language objections -- even though you're sure she's still perfectly capable of doing so. You wonder if you should ask just in case, but one look in Twilight's eyes tells you all you need to know. <img src="c_5.png" width=45%> You hump the pony. And keep humping the pony. It feels good to hump the pony. "Horse is good," you conclude. Despite all the humping, however, and as horny as Twilight seems, you just cannot find her marehood anywhere. While you would like to stop for a bit to look a little more closely, the combination of Twilight's mewling, tail-flicking, and hoofing finally prove to be too much for you. You release your ponyseed all over Twilight's precious pony plot and backside. But Twilight's not done with you yet. She turns around, using her mouth to clean you up like a little kitten lapping up milk. You find it cute. <img src="c_6.png" width=45%> Twilight continues to be extra affectionate -- even after the nyanplay subsides. Shortly before bedtime, however, she pretends to go into heat again, resulting in... <img src="c_7.gif" width=45%> After she finishes, you cuddle her close as you both begin to fall asleep. You sleep deeply and profoundly that night. The next day, word of last night's activities must have somehow reached Princess Celestia. Having slept late into the day, she's the almost the first pony you see (right after Twilight) upon waking. "I see you two are getting along well," she says, barely able to contain her grin. You look down at yourself and then at Twilight's plot and blush. Twilight, cuddled close, is still sleeping next to you. "Now, there's no need for that. I'm just here to make sure you do things ...properly." Twilight begins to wake. "Huh? Princess Celestia?" She yawns. Then more cogently, "Princess Celestia!? Already?" Twilight seems to know what's going on more than you do. "Can somepony please explain to me what's going on?" you ask. Celestia clears her throat. "It is the law of Equestria that when a pony mates for the first time they are to be married." "Married!?" You ask, shocked. While you're as sure as any ponybro could be that you love Twilight Sparkle, you're still not entirely sure about the getting married part -- I mean, who does that these days, anyways? You look over at Twilight, who is grinning widely. "You knew about this!?" You ask, incredulous. You look back at Celestia, "I'm not so sure about..." You begin to protest. But Celestia shushes you. "Thanks to your unreserved devotion to this little mare, Twilight here has finally earned her marehood and will henceforth be known as 'Mare.'" You look over at her, plot on full display, grinning as she looks at you from behind and does a little shake. <img src="c_8.jpg" width=80%> Sure enough, she does have a marehood, afterall! You're speechless. "I am." Twilight says joyfully. "And you, Mr. Person, shall be her protector." Celestia ceremoniously continues, but her words are just background noise to you now as you mull things over. You've had just about enough of this. Celestia, Princess she may be, can't force you to do anything. As much as you love Twilight, you're just NOT marrying this mare. You decide to tell Celestia in no uncertain terms that the wedding is off. "I do--" But before can complete your sentence, Celestia announces, "I now pronounce you Mare and Man." Twilight is so excited that she can hardly contain herself, throwing herself into your arms and snuggling you tightly. "I'm so happy you said 'yes.'" The way she looks up at you stirs something in your heart, and you begin to feel something you had only until just now read about in books. "Is this joy?" You ask yourself. (You did say "I do," didn't you?) A) [[Yes. I do! I do! I 1000 times do!]] B) [[No. This is all a big, unfortuante, misunderstanding.]]

<img src="c_CuddleSleep.jpg" width=40%> Not wanting to risk any more rejection for the night, you simmer down your meowplay, cuddling the pony close. Twilight is more than happy to call it quits as well if it means spending more time cuddled close to you. Both exhausted from the day's activities, you and Twilight let out happy little yawns as you fall asleep together. You both have a restful night's sleep. You're looking forward to cuddling her again sometime. [[Decent End]]

(set: $honest to 5) <img src="c_youdo.jpg" width=45%> Celestia gives you her blessings, wishing you two the happiest of lives together and is off. Twilight ruminates on where to spend the honeymoon, and with you getting constant peeks of Twilight's marehood whenever she has a lapse of social etiquette and stands or moves her tail in the wrong way, you can't help but wonder privately to yourself what it might feel like. As Twilight begins to simmer down about the honeymoon planning, she cozies up to you for some unknown reason you are beginning to care less and less about trying to figure out. Although you may not have achieved your ultimate dream of becoming a real-life pony, you feel that with Twilight as your mare -- you might not need to. [[Good End]]

<img src="e_GoodEnd.jpg" width=100%> Even Rainbow Dash would be impressed. [[Honeymoon]]

(set: $honest to 7) You can't suppress the urge to correct what's going on any longer. "Wait! Stop!" You shout. "I have no interest whatsoever in marrying this mare!" <img src="c_misunderstanding.png" width=40%> Celestia is shocked. Twilight's eyes start to get all watery. "I'm sorry," you continue. "But when we were roleplaying as kitties last night and I did that with Twilight, I had no idea that it would mean we would be getting married. It's unfair of you, Twilight, to conceal that from me." Twilight replies, "You're right. I'm sorry. I have to go." Twilight turns and trots away, her newly-minted crotchtits swaying as she does -- a sight you may never see again. Celestia looks at you sternly. "What? She said I was right," you reply flatly. Celestia just shakes her head. "I know Twilight. She wouldn't have done something like that if she didn't have real feelings for you, Mr. Person. Ignorance of the law is not an excuse. That being said, Equestria's laws are strict. What you did last night with Twilight Sparkle cannot go unpunished. If you want to change your mind, now may be your last chance." A) [["I'm sorry," you reply. "I'm just a hopeless, confused little human. I think I want to marry Twilight, afterall."]] B) [["I understand," you say. "I have made up my mind."]]

<img src="c_misunderstanding-changedmind.jpg" width=45%> "Great!" Celestia replies enthusiastically. "I'll go and smooth things over with Twilight. You wait here." Sure enough, after a fairly short while -- Celestia is back. Twilight is too. While she still looks a little shaken, Celestia must have been some kind of miracle-worker, because she looks ready to proceed with the marriage. You walk up to Twilight, apologizing profusely for your outburst earlier, telling her that you love her and only want to be with her. Twilight reassures you that there is no need for all that -- that Celestia explained how it was perfectly normal for men to express their emotions in unusual ways when it comes to big decisions like this, and that Twilight was just glad that deep down, you really did care about her and wanted to be with her forever. She also apologizes for neglecting to inform you about Equestrian law prior to your little romp together -- even though she knew you didn't grow up here. She tells you that she doesn't know how it slipped her mind and that she still feels really badly about it. You reassure her that you really love her; she replies with the warmest embrace. "Forever. ...with a pony? Could I really?" You think to yourself. After the ceremony, Celestia gives you her blessings, wishing you two the happiest of lives together and is off. Twilight ruminates on where to spend the honeymoon, and with you getting constant peeks of Twilight's marehood whenever she has a lapse of social etiquette and stands or moves her tail in the wrong way, you can't help but wonder privately to yourself what it might feel like. Having forgotten all about your little outburst earlier in the day, Twilight finally begins to simmer down about her enthusastic honeymoon planning. She cozies up to you for some unknown reason you are beginning to care less and less about trying to figure out. Although you may not have achieved your ultimate dream of becoming a real-life pony, you feel that with Twilight as your mare -- you might not need to. [[Good End]]

"So be it," is Celestia's solemn reply. She stamps her hoof. A strange magic surrounds you as your body begins to take on a new form. Your limbs stretch and compress -- not to match a pony's form but something else. As you try to figure it out, it soon becomes apparent. Celestia is turning you into a dragon! "Fuck. A dragon -- like Spike? This sucks." "No, not like Spike," Celestia replies. "Spike." "What do you mean?" you reply. "Your actions today have caused the balance of harmony in Equestria to shift markedly toward that of Discord. You can't just refuse my protege's wish to marry after willfully mating with her. I don't know how things work in your human world, but that's not how it works here in Equestria. In order to compensate for the disharmony you created, I'm splitting the space-time continuum into two parts. In one universe, you will lose all of your memories and live out your life as Spike the dragon, relegated to the lowly role of assisting the one you mated with but refused to marry; I will make sure you mating with her as Spike doesn't happen. In the other universe, Spike will live on as usual. When it comes time to merge the two universes, you will have a decision to make. I will await the completion of your punishment. "Wait, what?" You think to yourself. "Is she saying what I think she's saying?" "Hey! You can't just alter the timeline like that! I like being me. Put me down!" You protest, as your favorite laws of physics begin to break down and you prepare to begin your new life as Spike the dragon. "I don't wanna have to get up that early on Winter Wrap-up Day!" "Don't worry," Princess Celestia reassures you. "No harm will come to you," then she hesitates before continuing, "...or Twilight." As your consciousness gets absorbed into the dynamics of the new universe, you lose all of your memories of this one. <img src="c_egg.png" width=40%> You are now a cute green-and-purple egg. [[Bad End]]

<img src="e_pre-BestEnd.png" width=50%> You do nothing. Everything is perfect already. You have your mare, you are in Ponyville, and you're a -- wait, you're not a pony? There is a flash of light as you grow hoofs, a mane, and a cute tail (among other happy changes). You're a pony! Twilight still sleeps soundly next to you in your warm ponyembrace, while the sound of crickets chirping can be heard off in the distance. You sweetly sleep the whole night through. [[Best End]]

You did it! You're a pony. You can do anything. <img src="e_BestEnd.png" width=100%>

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<img src="h_TryAnything-KeepMareginity.png" width=20%> The decision was an easy one. "I'm a mare enjoyer - not some rapist," you declare, as you continue to direct your manhood around Twilight's marehood and up between her cutieclopflanks. As a result of your renewed humping, Twilight's horn begins to dim. Even though you're careful to avoid taking your favorite pony's mareginity, choosing instead to keep her pure and unsullied, you find it simply impossible to dodge her newly-formed crotchtits. As you continue to hump, although you try your best to hump around them, this only seems to lead to you accidentally strafing over a ponypop, sending shivers through Twilight's spine as she processes the new sensation. Furthermore, you're uncertain if you should hump between them or off to either side. As you continue to negotiate the new territory, however, Twilight's horn once again begins to slowly increase in brightness. You grab her horn like before, but to your disappointment, it has no effect. In fact, this time, as an apparent result of less frequent humping, the rate of increase of the brightness of Twilight's horn triples. You realize you have maybe a second to think of something fast. Returing to vigorous humping would only buy you about two extra seconds. If you want this spell to fail, you're going to have to try something drastic. You noticed that while grabbing Twilight's horn, she showed little physical resistance, indicating that she must be concentrating on the spell to such an extent that she has rendered herself unable to physically resist any new advances on her ponybody. It would make sense that Twilight would put herself in this compromising position given that you had previously locked her body down through intense humping; she had probably expected that to continue while the spell was being cast, meaning there wouldn't have been any need to expend much energy supporting her physical movements. In other words, so long as Twilight is concentrating on the spell, her body is completely defenseless -- maybe you can use that to your advantage, you think. On the other hand, her response to you accidentally strafing a ponypop was not insignificant. Maybe exploiting Twilight's inexperience with her crotchtits would work better, you surmise (not that you had any experience with crotchtits, either -- other than with your own analogous features). (What do you do?) [[Put your manhood in Twilight's muzzle.]] [[Stimulate Twilight's ponypops.]]

Twilight's maredom is just too enticing to pass up. You're tired of featureless crotches. You may never get another chance like this again, you think. Accepting the apparent invitation, you eagerly plunge your manhood deep inside Twilight's virgin maredom -- or at least that's what you had thought you were doing. While Twilight lets out a gasp in seeming pleasure as her horn flickers, you, however, cry out in agony as it feels like you had just tried to buck a brick wall. You wonder if there's going to be permanent damage. It seems like there's some kind of protective magical barrier preventing your entrance. While you're recuperating, Twilight finishes casting her spell. You look around to see Twilight teleported away from you where she collapses onto the ground, panting. You gulp as you stare at Cute Purple as she catches her breath -- the mare that you had been humping mere seconds ago. She cautiously trots a little closer to you. Without saying a word, she casts another spell. This time, it's a cage to confine you in. She follows that one up with chains to make extra-sure you're not going anywhere anytime soon. Stumbling and out of breath, she then turns and to trot in the direction of the Ponyville library. <img src="h_KeepBucking_MareginityTake.png" width=80%> For Twilight to do something like this and to not say a word to you, you must have really messed up, you reason. "Did she just leave me here to be eaten by manticores? -- or worse... dragons?" You briefly considered which would really be worse before pushing the thoughts out of your mind. You shudder. As you sit alone in your cage, you increasingly hear growls and other strange sounds coming from the Everfree Forest. You hope somepony will come find you soon. As the sun sets and you're about to give up hope that anypony will return for you that day, you look up to find Princess Luna trotting towards you. You're not sure if you've ever seen Princess Luna look so solemn. You stand up, grasping the cage bars with your hands, awaiting her approach. As she nears your cage, she speaks in a sad, commanding tone which sends chills down your spine. "Mr. Person," you straighten up. "I don't think I even need to tell you why I'm here." You look down reflectively. Then she continues, "...or why the unicorn known as 'Twilight Sparkle' could not accompany me tonight." The way she said that causes your heart to ache. "The proof of your actions tonight are so evident that I don't even need to hear what you have to say to come to a decision." "Is she going to banish me? --send me to the Everfree Forest?" you worry. "Please -- not the Everfree Forest," you beg. "I can't survive out there alone." Princess Luna looks at you in a way that makes you feel like you're worth less than the dust she's standing on right now. "I don't think you fully grasp the gravity of what you've done, Mr. Person." You appear confused. "I-it didn't go in," you find yourself saying. "No. Of course it didn't. When Equestria was made, certain rules were encoded into Crystal Law. --one of those rules being that a mare cannot lose her mareginity to someone she does not love." You're shocked. "Twilight ...doesn't love me?" you despair. Luna rolls her eyes. "But I gave her her marehood! That has to count for something," you retort. "The marehood of a mare forms whenever 'the place' comes into direct contact with the seed of a man. Usually, this is at the same time she is intercoursing with her true love, but it doesn't have to be. It can appear, for example, even in the unfortunate instance of being bucked by a wild Manticore -- and there have been cases," Luna raises an eyebrow. The way Luna looks at you when she says that makes you wonder if she thinks your're no better than a wild manticore. "In any case," Luna continues, "it seems you still have a lot to learn about ponies." You wonder what she means by that. Luna's horn starts to glow as she begins to charge up a very powerful spell. The wind picks up, and it's hard for you to open your eyes. She slowly ascends into the air, her wings spreading wide. "Wait! Luna!" you shout, "Give me another chance!" you plead, feeling as though this may be the last few seconds of your meagre existence. "I'll take the Everfree Forest!" There's a blinding flash as your body goes through some incredible changes in a very short time. When it's all finally over, you're no longer in your cage -- in fact, you're not even sure if you're still in Equestria. You look down at yourself to find you're an adorable pony -- and a mare, no less! --just what you always (you think in the moment, at least) wanted. You're so happy! Maybe you were wrong about Luna, afterall -- maybe she really does like you. It's only then that you notice the snickering nearby. You hear Luna's voice in your head -- "...you wanted to be a pony so badly that you would forcibly take the mareginity from even the pony you claim to love? Now you are. So within, so without." Her voice fades from your head as a strange pony approaches you. ...and you're not sure you're going to like what he seems to want. <img src="h_KeepBucking_MareginityTake_Result.jpg" width=100%> [[Worst End]]

Knowing you are short on time and can't risk trying something new, you take Twilight by the horn, shoving your manhood into Twilight's muzzle, humping her in her mouth. You hoped that by doing so, it would distract her enough from the spell to cause it to fail. But to your surprise, humping Twilight's muzzle feels so good that you forget why you originally did it to begin with. <img src="h_KeepMareginity_Muzzle.gif" width=15%> A few moments of plundered ecstasy later, however, there is a bright flash. Startled, you remember Twilight had been trying to cast a spell. You look around to see Twilight teleported away from you where she collapses onto the ground, panting. It's then that you look down and see your manhood missing. "Wait -- it didn't teleport away with Twilight, did it!?" You start to worry, but after seeing no sign of blood, you feel that all must be well. You have more urgent issues to attend to, at any rate. You gulp as you stare at Cute Purple, as she catches her breath, that you had been humping mere seconds ago. She cautiously trots a little closer to you. Without saying a word, she casts another spell. This time, it's a cage to confine you in. She follows that one up with chains to make extra-sure you're not going anywhere anytime soon. Stumbling and out of breath, she then turns and to trot in the direction of the Ponyville library. <img src="h_KeepMareginity_Muzzle_2.png" width=50%> For Twilight to do something like this and to not say a word to you, you must have really messed up, you reason. "Did she just leave me here to be eaten by manticores? -- or worse... dragons?" You briefly considered which would really be worse before pushing the thoughts out of your mind. You shudder. Some time passes in your cage before you see it -- or not it, rather. Your manhood -- it's gone. You check and feel around everywhere for it -- your thigh, your taint -- even your left big toe, but it's nowhere to be found. A marehood and crotchtits takes its place. "Oh no. How could this have happened?" After a pause, you conclude that the teleportation spell must have somehow malfunctioned. "It had to have had something to do with my manhood being in Twilight's mouth when she teleported away -- but why a marehood? Did it copy Twilight's, mistaking it for mine? But she doesn't have any...," you muse. Upon remembering Twilight teleporting away from you, you get sad. You feel rejected. You find your musings interrupted by a low growl from the trees near the Everfree Forest. "Uh... Twilight? Is that you?" You ask, tentatively. "This isn't funny," you say worriedly. It's only then that you notice the marked heat and pungent odor eminating from beteen your thighs. Your mind feels suddenly foggy and your most urgent concerns far away. "Is this what being in heat feels like?" you muse. The growling of the nearby catman suddenly takes on a different tone. Instead of making you scared, you now hear it for what it is -- a mating call. In your current state, you find it difficult to resist. The catman curiously approaches. Although even in your heat you are still in complete control of your faculties, it feels like the heat is giving you permission to explore a latent desire -- something, perhaps, that you had always secretly wanted. You approach the catman in turn. After exchanging greetings that only two creatures at the time of a mutual heat could ever hope to decipher, it seems the catman is interested. His manhood begins to grow. You're shocked to see what look like spikes sticking out from it. "Is that supposed to go inside my marehood?" You wonder to yourself. While you have no idea if it will work, your heat presses you onward to try. You get down on all fours, pressing your posterior up between the cage bars. This is all it takes for the catman to mount you. While you find yourself quite enjoying the forward thrusts, every time the catman goes to withdraw, the spikes on his manhood send reverberations of pain throuhout your entire body, causing you to quickly regret having presented yourself to him so readily. You try to get away, but due to both your heat and the intense pain, you fail to come up with a good strategy (other than simply trying to crawl away in between thrusts), resulting in you constantly being pulled back into him by his thirsty claws for another hump. "Please -- be gentle!" You find yourself pleading with him, embarrassed that you had to resort to such girly measures -- not sure if he can even understand you. Finally, you give up and just take it. <img src="h_KeepMareginity_Muzzle_3.jpg" width=50%> It's in this pitiful position that Princess Luna and Twilight find you. You bet they planned this. Suprisingly, however, when they see your situation, they appear dumbfounded. It takes them a long time to figure out just what, exactly, is going on and how it happened, but when they do and conclude that you are probably in no real danger, they begin openly joking about if they should just leave you like that. But the decision is made for them. Finally, the catman finishes inside you. You collapse onto the cage floor as the catman ventures curiously over to Luna and Twilight, who give him pets, congratulating him on his accomplishment, as you lay there groaning in pain. Then Luna speaks. "Mr. Person, what you have done today with Twilight Sparkle is inexcusable," she says in her Royal Canterlot Voice. "I have heard Twilight's side of the story. I want to hear yours. Have you any defense?" Even though the pain has lessened a bit, getting mated by a catman has done precious little to reduce your heat -- wrong species, you imagine. You can hardly think, much less mount a defense. Seeing your situation, Luna recounts Twilight's story for you. As it seems like an accurate enough account of things, you don't bother to contest it. Noticing your continued compromised state, Luna mercifully suggests pushing your official punishment to a later date when you are feeling better. You sit up. "No. I don't care what my punishment is. Please -- just give me back my manhood," you beg. "I'm sorry," Luna replies, returning to her normal speaking voice. "But it cannot be done." "Are you serious?" You ask. "Do you mean I'm going to be stuck in heat like this forever!?" Luna and Twilight exchange knowing glances, "No - heat is something that comes only once every year. Other than that, you should feel just about like your usual self most of the rest of the year." You sigh in relief. "Thank Celestia." Luna scowls. Twilight smiles awkwardly at Luna -- second-hand embarrassment. After a pause, Twilight whispers something to Luna. "That gives me an idea," Luna announces. "Your punishment has been decided." Luna's horn lights up as she casts a spell causing your cage and chains to disappear. "You mean I'm free?" You ask excitedly. In another flash of light, you find yourself equipped with a collar. You become disappointed again. This is followed up by several more flashes of light. "Instead of 100 years alone on the moon as I had originally decided, you're free to travel anywhere within the boundaries of these beacons," she says, referring to the little twinkles of light floating in the sky just outside the boundary of the Everfree Forest, extending deep within. Luna begins to leave. "Wait! What's the collar for?" You ask. Luna stops "Ah, yes -- I almost forgot." (You wonder if she really almost forgot or if she had just hoped that you were in too much of a heat to notice her lack of explanation.) Luna continues, "If you try to go beyond the boundary inscribed by the beacons of light, you will receive a mild electric shock." "Yeah -- she definitely wanted me to get shocked," you think. "So it's a shock collar," you dejectedly think to yourself. "...I'm being treated like an animal." Luna continues, "You will stay here and study the magic of marehood until such time as I determine that you are ready to advance to the next level. Good luck!" And with that, she and Twilight canter away. As you sit there alone, staring into the darkness of the Everfree Forest, you consider how you will survive out here. Food and shelter will be most important -- you think food is pretty much covered by the ample supply of fruit trees just outside the forest (that sure was kind of Luna, you think). Building a suitable shelter is going to be the hard part. Tapping your chin, you think "Wait, aren't I forgetting something? Ah yes, water. Damn. You know the only river nearby within the boundary markers is inside the Everfree Forest -- and a bit further in than you would have preferred, as well. As you're focused on hashing out a survival strategy, you suddenly find yourself surrounded by three thirsty catmen. While your first instinct is to fight them off, you find yourself once again being seduced by their irresistable charm. <img src="h_KeepMareginity_Muzzle_3.jpg" width=25%> <img src="h_KeepMareginity_Muzzle_4.jpg" width=35%> <img src="h_KeepMareginity_Muzzle_5.jpg" width=70%> Realizing what's about to happen, you call out, "Wait! Princess Luna, come back," you shout to no one "-- I want the 100 years on the moon. Luna!? Twilight! Where are you?" "Why cats!?" You complain, as the kitties close in on you. You have a very enjoyable (at least for them -- you'll probably eventually get used to it) night with your new catfriends. [[Bad End]]

You strategize that because Twilight has never had crotchtits before, if you stimulate them, the sensation will be so new that she won't be able to help but lose concentration on her spell. "It's the perfect plan," you think. As you grab Twilight's crotchtits, trying to stimulate them any way you can, it occurs to you that you can hump her at the same time, even if not quite as fast as before. You can't wait to get started. But before you can really get to it again with the humping part, as a result of you stimulating her ponypops, Twilight lets out a sudden shriek of half pleaure, half I-don't-know-what-I'm-casting-anymore. <img src="h_KeepMareginity_Ponypops.png" width=100%> There's a powerful surge of magical energy through Twilight's body, wresting her out of your clutches. The next thing you know, there is a blinding flash of light followed by an explosion which leaves a hole in the earth and knocks you and Twilight several yards away from each other. Disoriented and your ears ringing, as you try to look to see if Twilight is OK, you lose consciousness. You awaken on the hard, dirt floor. The pungent stench of mildew eminates from the wet dungeon walls. You hear the rattling of chains, feeling the coldness of their bonds against your wrists and ankles. The last thing you remember is that Twilight had been trying to cast a spell, you grabbing her ponypops, and then an explosion. "Damn," you mutter to yourself. "I guess my plan worked. Twilight lost her concentration." Then your thoughts immediately turn to wondering if she is OK. You hear hoofsteps approaching. A heavy wooden door creaks as it opens in front of you. A little light from a candle in the hallway streams in, allowing you to vaguely orient yourself to your cell. Other than a couple of buckets, a wood slab, and a cloth, there is nothing remarkable. As they turn to close the door, the shadowy figure strikes a match, lighting a small candle they had been holding, illuminating the room. You don't see anything new. Still facing away from you, the door creeks as the pony gently closes it behind them. It clicks locked. You gulp. "Hello?" you ask. The pony unmoving, there is no response. After a long pause you hear them say, "you wake." It's the voice of a mare. "Is Twilight OK?" you ask anxiously. "And what's that to you -- one whose heart is not so true?" she replies. "Please -- If you know, tell me. I didn't mean to hurt her." "Sticks and stones may break bones ...but what's a word if it's never heard?" You don't know how to respond. The figure turns around. --not a pony, but a zebra. The realization dawns on you. "I've been banished to the Everfree Forest, haven't I?" She trots over to you. "That for me is not to say. Perhaps some other pony knows the way," Zecora replies, looking at you in a way that makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. "Is she talking about me?" you wonder. Zecora gives you a gentle smile. "Wiser than you look, you are." You get angry. "What are you talking about? Why am I here?" you demand to know. The zebra takes a step back towards the door, turning towards it as she unlocks and opens it. "If those are the answers you seek, then come -- take a peek." She clops her hoofs, causing your chains to fall off from around you. Surprised, you follow Zecora as she leads you out the door and down a narrow passage way up not one, not two, but three full flights of stairs -- each protected by a securely-locked door. As you're making your way through the dungeon, you can't help but notice you seem to be the only one there. "Just what kind of creature does Celestia think I am?" you wonder to yourself, sure that she is the one who must have sent you here. As you reach what you think must be the top level, you step into a beautiful sanctuary. As you look around at the stained glass windows, light streaming through, you see what must be the entirety of Equestria's history (and perhaps even that of other long-lost Equestrian societies) portrayed in the glass. You see pictures depicting Starswirl, the founding ponies of Equestria, Discord, Celestia, Nightmare Moon, and even Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony. Seeing it all laid out in front of you like this brings tears to your eyes. Zecora speaks. "Not every itch will make you twitch. Not every twitch will give you stitch ...or make you glitch." You think you understand. "Thank you, Zecora. You have taught me a lot today," you express your gratitude. Zecora smiles. "So how many years do I have to stay here?" you ask, solemnly. Zecora just replies by raising her hoof. You're not sure if it means anything -- coincidence or what, but from where you are standing it looks as though her hoof is supporting stained-glass Twilight Sparkle as she and the Elements of Harmony turn Discord back to stone. "She's OK, right?" you ask, as though Zecora already knows who you're talking about. Zecora nods knowingly. [[Bad End]]

<img src="e_WorstEnd.jpg" width=100%> No. Just no.

<img src="poniesdontclopboxart.jpg" width=100%> Ponies Don't Clop (v1.02) by: PonyPuristv3.0 In this Choose-Your-Own-Adventure story game, you are a human who, after clicking to start the story, somehow finds yourself in Equestria. Twilight Sparkle is passing through. Are you dapper enough to woo Twilight? (Or would you rather try to become a pony -- the ultimate goal of every human who ends up in Equestria?) Different choices lead towards six different endings -- sometimes rather abruptly -- with four different bonus pictures for the "Good" ending. Every page has at least one image. The total length of all the text in all of the options of the story is well over 10,000 words. Ratings Information/Warning: Mature/Sex/NSFW/21+. All Characters are 21+. Disclaimer: This is a clopfic and may contain mature sexual scenes and descriptions (depending on your choices). It is not suitable for children. You must be the greater of 21 (Equestrian Law) or the legal age of adulthood in your country to read/play. Parts of this story may be the product of too much alcohol. Don't drink and write. ...recommended to be 26+ to read. <img src="1_Cover.png" width=100%> [[Intro]] .... credits: internet -- including derpibooru, e621 (18+), equestria daily, etc. revisions history: version 1.01: updated the cover page to include box art, game description and ratings information version 1.02: updated the cover page design and content rating, a grammar correction, swapped out furry images from one of the endings with ponies (& adjusted)

Twilight rests her head on your lap. [[Pet]] [[Don't Pet]]

(if: $honest is 7) [<img src="bonuspic_honest.png" width=50%>] (else:)[<img src="bonuspic_nothonest.png" width=50%>] You pet.

(if: $honest is 7) [<img src="bonuspic_honest_dontpet.jpg" width=50%>] (else:)[<img src="bonuspic_nothonest_dontpet.png" width=50%>] You don't pet.

(set: $honest to 5)