Dunno if 'here's an experimental new treatment - don't question how getting dicked is supposed to help, I'm the doctor' or 'Listen, your anatomy is totally new, and we have to see how it reacts to all sorts of different stimuli' or even just 'Shut up - do you know how many hours I've been working trying to figure anything out? You're not even a fucking person anymore, you should be grateful I'm giving you attention and trying to help you' is the hottest angle but they're all possibilities~
You could totally go a mind control or adjacent route with it, too, if you're more inspired, but I think I'm more into direct bullying this hour
100% essential cliche that the victim insists they aren't gay and has to be reminded how female they are
World-building bullying good too - telling the bitch how many other mares have already had recorded sexual activity, or are even showing signs of pregnancy — is it higher for those who used to be men, or is that just a sampling problem~?
whispering in her ear that there was never really a disease at all – it's all just a front to produce and abduct fresh sluts like her, sponsored by some of the richest backers in the country
i'm throwing way too many ideas out, is it helping at all
oh yes, pony should absolutely get very very aroused on at least a physical level

The hospital was filled with the beds, packed in rows like sardines. In a lot of places they had even run out of beds and blankets had been placed onto the ground in order to try and make room. Set onto each of the beds and blankets was writhing masses of multicoloured fur.

Nobody was quite sure how it had started, but a strange pathogen had suddenly taken hold over the world. Many people had tried to deny it and pass it off as something that would pass, but then the infected begin to change.

Fur sprouted, bones shifted and people warped from being humans to small ponies with multicoloured fur. They had no idea how it was possible, it had baffled the scientific community and they had not even known where to begin looking for a cure. The only thing they could do was attempt to isolate as many of the paitents as possible in order to prevent the infection from burning rapidly out of control. Even stranger, some of the population seemed to be completely immune to the effects of the virus, and so, in their desperation the goverments of the world had isolated everyone they could with doctors that were immune to the virus.

Gordon was one of these doctors. His job sucked and he had no idea what he was even meant to do, there was no way to help the infected, the only thing he could do was feed them  and clean up their bedpans, he had gone from being a top heart surgon to little more then a maid, frantically serving creatures that were not even human anymore. He  wanted to go back to his cozy job and his relaxing office. But no, the goverment had ordered him to be here.

He stormed angrily down the hallway, his black dress shoes clacking hatefully against the floor. He was overworked and it was really starting to get to him, he needed to take a break, but his next one was five hours away as they were pushing him to the limit of what was legal. Today he had to check in on one of the special paitents that had shown side-effects unlike any of the other infected.

The man marched his way into the small cubical where the paitent was contained, not even stopping to wash his hands using the provided sink. There was a single bed in this room covered by a curtain. Compared to the others this person was being treated like royalty, which made him angry, or maybe that was the sleep loss getting to him. He could not be sure and he did not care in the slightest. Gordon took the clipboard by their bed and glanced over the notes with a scowl spreading across his forehead. The infection had progressed fully, and they had needed to tie the paitent down as they had far more strength and power then any of the other creatures that the humans had turned into.

Tearing the curtain back, he almost burst out into a laugh at what he saw, but thankfully his bedside manners had not failed him, they might not be human any more, but he still had standards to hold up. The pony was much larger then any of the others, and had a massive horn sprouting out of their head that would have looked elegent had it not been cleaved in half to prevent them from using psionic abilities. A thick straight jacket designed more for horses was wrapped around them, keeping their limbs pinned to their body.

Hateful purple eyes burned brightly at him from behind a mane of iridescent colours that flowed on its own as if caught in some etheral wind. What little of their white fur he could see that was not restrained by the fabric of the straight jacket was covered in sweat from their struggles. From the look of it, they were fine, for one of the infected anyway. He stepped back out into the hallway and waved to one of the guards, who gave a nod in return and begin to move over to him.

Honestly the guards looked really stupid, more like something out of a video game then actual guards. Their faces were covered by riot helmets with blacked out visors and their bodies were covered by bulletproof armour, but they had pistols, and more importantly cattle prod to control the more agressive paitents. To start with the hospital had not needed guards, but one of the paitents had gone mad and used those stupid psionic powers to kill one of the hospital staff, then make a desperate attempt at escape. Because of this, all the ponies had their horns cut down to prevent them using such abilities and several of the guards had been drafted in to keep the peace. He needed to let this stupid horse out their straight jacket so they could get some exercise, and their needed to be a doctor and a fucking guard present to do that. It was a stupid waste of his time and he did not want to bother with it. But he had signed the damn documents, so here he was.

From his pocket he produced a key for the straight jacket, undoing thew straps while fixing the horse with a deep glare "If you try to keep or hurt me, I swear I'll shove a cattle prod up your ass, understand?" He threatened, and from the look the muzzled mare gave him, she understood. Gordon stepped back to allow the mare to climb to her feet, checking her over for any injuries or wounds that had come from their stupidity. Their magnificent form seemed unharmed by the hardships of hospital life, well toned muscle covering their legs and more then an ample covering of fat over their rump.

He tried not to stare too hard at any of these things as he jotted down several notes onto the clipboard, then placed it down on a table. Normally all the restraints were meant to come off and they had to socialise with the paitents to stop them going insane from boredom, but he didn't like when they talked to him, it merely served to piss him off. He wasn't being paid to make friends.

"Right, lets get this over with, follow us." He hissed, rubbing at the gap between his eyes as he felt the effects of a migraine starting to come  on. This job really wasn't doing him many favours and he hated the fact that he had to do such simple tasks simply because they needed a doctor in case one of the paitents swallowed their own tongue like a fucking retard or something.  Gordon did not make any attempts to hide his discontent either,  storming his way through the hospital with the still gagged horse trotting along behind him.

Somehow, she was taller then he was, and walked with an air of elegence that really made him want to punch her in the face. Of course he was a doctor and would never do that however. The guard walking behind them kept quite and didn't question him keeping the muzzle on, which he appreciated. Finally, after wasting about ten minutes of his life, they made it out into the yard. It was a simple fenced off area of grass that had been attached onto the back of the hospital by chain link fences. They had attempted to plant bushes, place metal benches, and put up a small hut for when the weather was cold, but it was still just a small field  despite these failed attempts at making it feel comforting.

He turned and removed the gag from the mare in case the guard decided to try and report him "Don't talk to me, just go have your ten minutes and keep your mouth shut please."

The mare glanced to him fearfully for a few moments, and then turned to the field and  begin to take off at a light trot through the field. He nodded to the guard and took a seat on one of the benches to watch. It was only at this point that he noticed there was something very strange about this subject. As they moved away, he noticed that their tail, which should have been flowing and doing the same stupid shit as their mane, was currently pinned against their flank.

For a moment, he figured they were just holding it there to cover their private parts, but then it suddenly clicked that it was plastered down with a fluid of some kind, a fluid that had currently dripped down the inside of their  thighs and almost rubbed them raw in the straight jacket.

His brain slowly came grinding to a stop as he realized that this mare was horny as all hell and that was likely the reason she had been struggling so hard within their straight jacket. It should have made him feel sick to the pit of his belly, this person, who had once been called Pedro, reduced to a horny animal. Instead of feeling sick however, he felt a sense of arousal starting to build within his body.

Being a medical professinal, he tried his best to keep his arousal hidden and contained, it was sick, it was perverse, it was wrong. And that simply served to make it even hotter. He watched the mare as she pranced around the field, copying the gallop of a show-horse like she was showing off her new body like some kind of back-alley whore. She was begging for it!

An internal conflict ripped through his body, right verses wrong, his duty as a medical professional. Unfortunately, he was an overworked professional that had been working long shifts doing menail tasks, and it did not take long for him to justify the crime he was about to commit in his head. He sighed, rubbing up between his eyes as he turned to the guard, licking over his lips as he tried to think of the diplomatic way to approach this issue.
"Say, if someone were to give you one thousand dollars, would you be prepared to turn your back for a few minutes?"

The guard barked a laugh from beneath his helmet “Look, I’m just here to stop them from escaping, I don’t care what happens to them in here, just make sure not to kill them, that wouldn’t look good on my CV.”

Perfect. Gordon advanced on the mare threateningly, his feet carrying him across the hospital grounds with an insidious purpose. Already he was thinking of all the different things that he was going to do. He attached the leash around their neck from behind and they did not fight, because they knew that if they did fight it would simply end with them getting hurt.

It was exactly how he liked his females. He dragged the large mare back to the shed and forced the door open, shoving them inside. They had tried their best to make this place welcoming, with the wide windows to let in sunlight, a small television set, and a bookcase that barely worked.

Those blinds were easy to close, leaving him locked in with the mare as he quivered with excitement over all the things he was going to do. Dull sunlight was still pouring in through the simple fabric blind, just enough to see the frightened expression on the mare as he advanced on her.

“No need to look quite so scared dear, I’m not going to hurt you… It’s just that… All this work is really getting to me, and I need to let out some stress, you know?”

The mare stared at him, despite being slightly taller then he was, she still looked like she was about to have a heart attack. She didn’t know, she didn’t understand, at this point she wasn’t human any more however, so she did not need to know. She just needed to stand there and get ready to take his cock inside of her body, that was all he needed from her.

He pulled his trousers down to the ground as he pulled the leash tight, pulling the mare close and having them look him in the eye. Those purple eyes looked shocked, confused, and scared, which was just how he wanted it. His cock was soon stiffly throbbing softly.

“Mmm, now bend over like a good mare or will I have to make you?”

The mare spoke for the first time since they had met, daring to speak to him from a mouth that had no way it should have been able to form speech.

“I’m… I’m not gay. I… This isn’t right!” She slurred, not used to controlling her tongue just yet, clearly.

“I don’t care if you’re gay or straight, I want you to bend over, because what isn’t right is expecting me to work twelve hour shifts without some kind of reward, so flag that tail nice and high.”

The mare dared to shake her head, dared to turn him down, and instantly he took out his taser, sending electricity dancing between the two prongs as he pressed the button, a deathly blue glow filling the dull space that they now found themselves in.

The mare seemed to understand this at least, turning around and bending down slowly to show off her snatch. It was filthy, it didn’t look anything like a human snatch and he was not sure that he was going to be able to keep himself hard once he pushed inside, but he didn’t care.

Right now he was so horny that the only thing he knew for certain was that he needed a snatch wrapped around his length doing its best to milk all the stress out of him, and he was certainly not a monster, he was not going to go and force himself on one of his human co-workers, so this creature would have to do.

He pushed his hips forward and kissed the head of his cock against the entrance to their snatch, giving a soft moan as the head of his cock kissed gently against the entrance to this alien hole.

The first thing he noticed was the fact that it was warm, so very warm. The warmth washed over the head of his cock, and it made him feel good. While this was certainly not his hole of choice, with every passing second it was looking better and better.

His hands reached out and clamped roughly onto her flank, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he rubbed his palms into the pliable mare meat. Every inch of her was covered in this soft fuzz that felt like something you would find on a peach, only there was a lot more of it and it was even softer.

He could easily have laid himself out across this mare and gone to sleep right then and there. The stress was getting to him and he just wanted to rest his eyes.

He stared down at those purple eyes, which seemed to be judging him silently from their place beneath him. He did not care about what some monster thought of him, and his fingers dug even harder into that soft, pliable flank fat, causing a squeak of shock to escape her lips as he took a breath to brace himself for the crime he was about to commit.

He pushed his hips forward, and in an instant the whole of his member sank into the mare in one smooth motion, his hips smacking loudly against their flank, sending a jiggling vibration through it as the whole of his length was hilted inside of her in one smooth motion.

Warm walls wrapped around either side of his cock, and within moments they begin to clench and milk roughly, begging for him to pump his side inside of them… That or frantically trying to force his filthy rapist cock out of them.

Either way it felt far better then he could have expected, and a grumble of pleasure rolled out of his lips as he curled his fingers tight into their flank and begin to work his hips back and forth slowly, that twitching member having no trouble at all in ploughing back and forth within that tight tunnel.


The mare beneath him let out a groan, clearly not ejoying herself nearly as much as he was, but he had already gathered that from the fact that although her snatch was warm and tight, there was not a single drop of moisture.

He did not care, taking this mare dry was perfectly fine to him and he was more then happy just to have something warm around his cock. It was like this mare, her organs and all the things that kept her alive, were simply so that he could come along and have something warm to stick his cock inside of.

That thought excited him, he liked that thought, and with it in mind he begin to brutally thrust back and forth while the mare stared up at him in a horrified fashion, thankfully she was smart enough to know keeping her mouth shut was the best thing she could do, as if she tried to call for help or complain about the fact she was being raped, he was more then prepared to do horrible things to her.

Unfortunately for the man who was now a magical equine mare, his new body had a lot more nerve endings then his old one, and belonging to an equine, it was designed to take a brutal raping from much larger penises then the one Gordon had to provide, and that meant that even though she was being raped and had not given consent to these actions…

They still felt good.

As much as she tried to fight it, as much as she focused everything on her hate of the doctor above her, there was very little that she could do to fight her bodies own instincts, and they were telling her that this felt good. Her tight pony snatch was soon staring to get wet.

Gordon felt this as it happened, something that he first assumed was simply sweat from the work-out that he was giving himself, before realizing that there was no way it could be sweat, as the penis, to the best of his medical knowlage, did not have sweat glands on the shaft.

A dark chuckled rolled from out of his lips as he looked at the mare beneath him that he was raping, now knowing that she was getting off to this as well, nowhere near as much as he was, but in some fashion she was still enjoying her new place in life.

The love tunnel currently wrapped around his cock certainly felt enjoyable to him. He had expected it to be horrible and off-putting, considering it was attached to some piece of sub-human trash, but as he hammered his cock in and out of it, feeling it clench and begin to get moist, he felt like he was in heaven.

The muscles, although not well honed or trained at the moment, were far better then any a human pussy could have provided, clenching and convulsing along every inch of that deep pony tunnel. It was sending him into a frenzy and he knew that there was no way he was going to last long at all at this rate.

His eyes tried to stay focused on the mare’s eyes, drinking in every detail that he could like this was some kind of sick experiment that he was carrying out. He could feel that ethereal hair from her tail tickling against his chest as it kept magically flowing, sending a tingle through his spine with just how wrong it was.

Gordon’s cock felt like it was going to unleash its load at any moment, and there was nothing he could do to stop it besides grip onto the mane of the mare beneath him tightly and prepare for the impending storm that was his orgasm.

His eyes fluttered, his breathing became heavy and he was sure that at any moment his body was going to give out on him, but this climax was going to be one of the hardest of his life and knew it.

The dam of pleasure felt like it was going to burst, his nerve endings sending mangled singnals through his body, before he pulled her hair hard, yanking her head back and forcing her to look him in the eye as his cock gave one final throb.

And then in a single motion, his climax was upon him. Thick ropes of cum suddenly sprayed from the head of his cock as stars danced before his vision, legs shaking and threatening to give out as he almost collapsed in a heap atop that ivory fur.

Those human hips blurred back and forth as he cried out in pleasure, painting the inside of that warm tunnel with rope after rope of his thick seed in a desperate attempt at knocking her up.

By the time his orgasm was over, he was a shaking wreck. Every one of his muscles ached or was threatening to give out as his lungs pulled in ragged breathes of air.

Everything felt amazing, everything was amazing, and by the time his orgasm was through, he was more then ready to collapse and go for a nap.

“That’s a good pony...” He muttered, panting softly as he rubbed his hands over their flank softly, feeling that soft fuzz and the flank fat that was so pliable beneath his fingers.

He had never expected sub-human trash to be so good at pleasing his cock, but he was not going to complain.

The pony stared up at him with all the hatred that they could muster, clearly they had not enjoyed it as much as he had, but that didn’t matter. He pulled his cock back out of them, watching as some of the thick cum that he had been sokind as to dump inside of her leaked back out, dripping down over her clit and then making its way down her flank and the inside of her thighs.

“Mm, that was a good pony… taking all my cum like you deserve.”


The pony glared up at him with no small amount of hate clear in her eyes.
“I-I hate you… You’re a monster.” She muttered.

He simply chuckled.