Dino Ingengo Commission

Commission for Dino Ingegno

>Be Anon
>And be getting rejected by another Mare
>The date was going so well too
>Guess the whole idea of fucking an intelligent hairless ape isn’t to appealing to ponies
>You slink home alone… again
>You’ve been her for almost 2 years now and you still have you pony V card
>And you dipping really low into the barrel nowadays
>The mare that you just walked home for nothing was missing her hind legs
>Little did she know that was one of your MANY fetishes
>She wasn’t even that bad looking either
>Although she was kinda right when she said you were ‘taking advantage of her disability’
>Chalk up another one to the ‘Ponies that hate you’ list
>It would break your heart if it hadn’t happened a hundred times before
>You push the door to your quaint cottage open and step inside
>You strip down to your skivvies as you make your way to your bedroom
>You flop down onto the mattress face first
>You drag yourself up to the pillows and roll onto your back with a sigh
>You stare down at your body
>Your average, maybe even a little above
>And it’s not like their isn’t interspecies couples
>You see griffons and ponies together all the time
>Rainbow Dash even told you about her and Gilda’s ‘experiments’ back in flight school
>You turn on your side and let out an angered grunt
>Damn it, now that thoughts stuck in your head
>You feel an increasing tightness in your boxers
>Without looking, you reach down and spread the flaps of fabric and left your semi-hard manhood flop out
>You open the drawer of your nightstand, sticking your hand into the deep back of it
>Retracting your hand, you pull out a magical device
>One that bring happiness to you every time you use it
>It’s…
>Your fleshlight
>You bought this thing six months into arriving her
>Ponyville being a quiet little town didn’t have much of a dark side
>But when you went to Manehattan on vacation you found that Equestria wasn’t all sunshine and lollipops
>You bought this little beauty from a shop in the pony equivalent of Soho
>You were a little embarrassed when you stepped into the small shop
>It was filled with magazines and picture of the explicit nature
>You only went in to see what a pony sex shop was like
>Okay, you were looking to buy stuff, but you didn’t expect to find this
>It was magically enchanted to give extra pleasure
>And it was your favorite color
>It was a little on the pricey side, but soon after you learned it was worth every bit
>Sadly, the most embarrassing part was leaving the shop because Applejack and Rarity were with you
>Walking out with an indescipt black bag in your hand wasn’t your most shining moment
>They promised not to tell anyone, but you had a feeling they lost a little respect for you that day
>But that was in the past, and your bone was begging for attention
>With no hesitation you forced the toy onto your cock
>You slowly begin to slide it up and down on the shaft
>You can feel the magic doing its job, tingling and warming your cock
>You pick up the pace, grunting slightly
>The thought of RD eating out Gilda’s bird cunt as you watch keeps you going strong
>Your body tenses up as your draw close to your climax
>You think of where to blow your load
>This thing was a bitch to clean, but you also didn’t want to make more stains on your sheets
>This time the bone wins
>You finish into the toy, enjoying the sensation of the simulated flesh
>As you remove it from your cock you tip it up, making sure none of your cum spills out
>You place it on your nightstand, giving yourself a moment to recuperate
>You lay down and close your eyes, letting out a relieved sigh

>You are brought back to reality by the sound of your alarm clock radio going off
>It was playing some talk radio show
>You roll over and look to your talking appliance
>7:12 AM
>You yawn, rolling back onto your back
>You quick snap back up, doing a double take
>You were supposed to be at work at 7:15
>You slap the top of the clock and jump out of bed
>You didn’t bother with a shower
>Quickly rummaging through you dresser you grab a clean outfit, throw it on, and out the door you go

>Be Twilight
>Your walking through town, no particular goal in mind
>You had plans on spending the day with Rarity, but she received a large order last night and had to work all day
>You pass by Anon’s house
>Maybe he’s home
>You know he had a date last night
>You step up to the door and begin to reach a leg out to knock
>As your hoof connects with the door it creaks open slightly
>You push it the rest of the way open
“Anon?”
>No reply
>You step inside, closing the door behind you
>You begin exploring the rooms, searching for the human
>You step into his bedroom
>You admire his accommodations
>You look over your shoulder, making sure no one is watching, then throw yourself onto his bed
>You had been walking all day and it felt good to get off your hooves
>Looking up you notice the cylinder on his nightstand
>You use your magic to levitate it over to you
>You turn it so that the top faces you
>It has a rubber slit with a hole in the top
>You giggle at the fact that it kinda looks like marehood
>You sense magic coming off of it
>A massage and heat enchantment, activated by touch
>Is it a horn massager?
>Why would Anon need a horn massager?
>You ponder it for a bit, don’t come to any radical conclusion
>Maybe it was a gift he had not yet given?
>You look at it
>Maybe you should try it
>You look to the door, once again making sure you’re alone
>You slowly lower the massager onto your horn until it encapsulates the full length of it
>You feel the warm as it begins to tingle
>After a few moments it becomes itchy, felling like its scratching at your horn
>You feel a sharp zap
>You his the side of it, assuming it’s malfunctioning
>You feel liquid start to trickle down your forehead
>You lift a hoof, wiping it away
>You look at the milky white liquid, still felling more moving down your head
>It takes a moment for you to register what it was
>When you do your reaction is substantial
>You scream at the top of your lungs, throwing the thing from your head
>You sprint out of the room and into the bathroom
>You was your hooves and horn in the sink, scrubbing really well
>You take an hour of continuous scrubbing until you feel completely clean
>You leave the house, hanging your head in embarrassment
>Best not to mention this to anybody… ever

>Be Anon
>You’re just getting home from a long day at work
>You just wanted to sleep the rest of the day away
>Your boss scolded your pretty badly for showing up late
>But at least you got to keep your job
>You reach your door and shove your hand in your pocket
>Pulling out your keys, you instinctively turned the handle preemptively
>To your surprise the knob turned
>You must have forgot to lock it in you hurry this morning
>You push open the door and step inside
>You freeze, your keys falling from your hand and clattering to the floor
>Your house was a catastrophe
>It looked like a tornado rolled through and decided to come back again afterward
>Nothing expensive was missing, so you weren’t robbed
>Either this was a cruel joke or someone had it out for you
>And you were friendly to everyone
>You proceeded through the house, taking in the total of the damage
>Your furniture was tossed around, picture on the wall smashed, holes in the wall
>You heard clattering down the hall
>You tried to be quiet as you approached
>It sounded like it was coming from your bedroom
>You open the door a crack and try to peek in
>You see the tail of a pony
>It seemed to be single sheet on white fabric
>You push the door open and jump in
“Gothcha, assho…”
>You stop dead in you tracks as the… thing turns to you
>It’s in the shape of a pony, but…
>It appears to be made from random stuff
>Miscellaneous object from around your home held together by magic
>Its body was mostly balled up clothing, but is had some other stuff was mixed in with it
>Its legs were mismatched, one was of rolled up newspaper, another silverware
>The two on its left side were made from the broken off legs of a chair
>Its tail was the sheets to your bed and her mane was pages ripped from a book
>It had two light bulbs for eyes that glowed a soft shade of purple
>Its snout was your clock radio
>it began to walk towards you
>With each step a small piece of her would fall off, but would get quickly reabsorbed or replaced by another nearby object
>You backed up until you were against a walk
>You were sure that this was some Terminator thing and it had come to kill you
>You slide down the wall to a sitting position, your eyes wide with fear
>You held out you hand in a inadequate effort to stop it
>You heard static as the radio turned on
>The dial moved, quickly switching through the stations
>It pushed its face into your hand
>”Welcome… home… daddy…”
>Between each word it speak is a burst of static
>Not really speak, she used the radio stations to talk, quickly switching to try to find the correct word
>You’re still frozen in fear as she turns her rear towards you
>She lower herself into your lap, bouncing slightly
>She’s as heavy as a regular pony, her body makeup giving a significant amount to cushion
>You finally get the sense to speak up
“Uh…”
>Her head 360s to look at you, causing you to jump slightly
“Who… What are you?”
>It takes a minute for her to respond, her ‘face’ staring motionless at you
>”I… am… yours…”
>You utterly confused at this
>She nuzzles your neck
>As she does you feel warmth radiating room her, along with a comfy tingling sensation
>You lean into it without even realizing it
>You quickly regain yourself, pushing the thing away
“I don’t understand, who made you?”
>She pulls away and looks at you
>The glow of her eyes give you an inclination of who it might be
>”I… was made… by… a… pretty princess…”
>You stand up
“I kinda guess. Well, we’re going to pay her a visit. Just let me take a shower. Make yourself at home, seeing as you are my home.”
>It stand completely still, your attempt at humor lost on it
>As you walk towards the door, she follows close behind you
“I don’t usually shower with an audience, mind waiting for me in here?”
>”Anything for you… Daddy…”
>It calling you ‘Daddy’ was a little unnerving, but your glad to see it finding larger sections of broadcast to make its speech more fluent
>It stands in that spot as you go to the bathroom
>You take a quick shower and hop out, wrapping yourself in a towel
>You find that the thing has not moved from the spot
>She follows you as your rummage through the mayhem looking for clothes
>All you can find is a pair of cargo shorts and some socks
>You look to the being
“I, uh, need your body.”
>It looks up at you, shaking its flanks
“Not like that. I literally need your body, it’s made from my clothes.”
>She stops shaking and motions for you to take it
>You stick your hand into the ball of clothing, searching for some undies and a shirt
>You grab a hold of a clean pair of boxers and pull
>The result is utter chaos
>When you yank it out the entire pony falls apart, every piece of her clatter to the floor
>What’s left is an aura of lavender in the shape of a pony
>One object is still left floating in the aura
>Your fleshlight hovers in its proper position on the body
>Guess you can stop calling it an ‘it’ and start calling it ‘her’
>You reach out and grab the adult toy
>When you pick it up, the aura follows, moving like an actual pony
>The aura begins to glow brightly
>The items on the floor begin to shift
>They begin to lift off the ground, swirling around the aura
>You drop the fleshlight and back away to a safe distance
>You watch in awe as the pony begins to reconstruct itself
>Each piece seems to fall randomly in place
>Items go where they are needed to fill the space so that she looks like a full pony
>This time her mane was one of your shirts, the sheets made up her body, her tail was the chair legs, and the one leg was now made of rolled up paper
>The rest of her was mostly the same, her face still being the lightbulds and clock
>She steps over to you
>”Are you… ready… to go… Daddy?”
>You nod, quickly throwing on your clothes
>You don’t really have to be concealing around the mare, seeing as she has your fuck-toy as one of her pieces
>You’re not sure whether to be extremely mad or embarrasses about what Twi did to your fleshlight
>Either way you’re going to have a serious talk with her

>Your trip through town was rather uneventful, although some people eyed up your companion
>When Bon Bon asked about her all you had to say was ‘Twilight’ and she understood
>When you arrived at the castle you were by Spike
>”Hey Anon, who’s your friend?”
>You look to her, then back to the dragon
“You mean you’re not going to ask why is she made of random stuff or anything?”
>He shrugs
>”When you live around ponies like Twilight and Pinkie you learn not to question these sort of things.”
“Well, I don’t know who she is, but I’m guessing Twi does.”
>”I’ll go tell her you’re here. Come on inside.”
>You step inside followed by your magical companion and wait for spike to fetch Twilight
>You sit in a chair in the lobby of the castle
>The pony seems akin to your lap, placing her rear on your thigh and cozying up to your chest
>It was less comfy than the first time because of her wooden tail, but the massage spell made up for the discomfort
>After a few minutes Twilight descended the stairs
>Looking like a dog that just pissed on the floor, she keep her eyes on the floor
>When she caught the pony in your lap she froze, stared for a moment, then approached slowly
>”Anon, what is that?”
“I was hoping you’d be able to tell me?”
>Twi stepped up and examined her
>She bounced slightly on your leg
>”It does look like my magic, but I didn’t do this.”
>You looked at her, knowing she had done something
“Were you in my house today?”
>She swallowed audibly, her eyes avoiding your
>”I… uh… well…”
>You tapped you fingers on the arm of the chair impatiently
“Twilight…”
>Defeated, she hung her head
>”Yes I was in your house.”
“And my room.”
>She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it
>”Yes, and I found your horn massager.”
>Horn massa… OH
>You began to laugh
>Twilight looked at you
>”What’s so funny.”
“You… you thought…”
>You could barely breath you were laughing so hard
“Did you put it on your horn?”
>”Yes…”
>Another long round of laughter
>After a few minutes you finally regained yourself
“Twilight, that’s not a horn massager, that’s a sex toy.”
>She had a look of surprise, which quickly turned to anger, not at you, but herself
>”That explains a lot. But it still doesn’t explain…”
>She motioned a hoof to the thing in your lap
>You lift her up and turn her around so her rear faced Twilight
>The wooden tail wasn’t exactly concealing, giving Twi full view of your fleshlight
>She rubbed her chin for a second, thinking hard
>”Maybe when my magic came in contact with the magic in your…”
>She couldn’t bring herself to say it
>“…It created a pony-like mold, which required to be filled by anything it could find.”
>You shrug
“Make sense.”
>”Can it… talk?”
>Out of instinct you place your hand on the pony’s head, stroking its shirt-mane
“Say ‘hi’ to Twilight.”
>She turns to Twilight
>”Hello… pretty princess…”
>Twilight blushes
>”So it talks using the radio? That’s amazing.”
>Twilight started pacing, this was bad sign
>”This could usher in a new age of magic! Actually being able to make sentient being through magic. I need to run some tests.”
>She grabbed to pony’s hoof and pulled her off your lap
>The pony yanked her hoof away and ran back to you, wrapping her arms around you
>”Don’t… let her… take… me… Daddy!”
>Without thinking you throw your arms around her, squeezing her
>The sensation relaxed your entire being, giving you a warm-hearted feeling
>”Anon…”
>Twilight is looking at you, a smile on her face
>”You can keep her.”
>You freeze up, not really know that you even wanted her
>But the sensation that washes over you tell you that you’re happy with it
“Thank you Twilight, I can bring her back tomorrow and…”
>”Its fine Anon.”
>She gives you a reaffirming smile
>You lift up the pony, placing a hand on her flank for support
>You carry her outside after saying goodbye to Twilight and Spike
>An idea strikes you as you place her on the ground
“Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
>You go back into the castle, catching Twilight as she’s walking up the stairs
“Twilight, can I ask you a favor?”
>”Of course Anon, anything?”
“Can you make something so that she doesn’t have to use the radio to communicate?”
>”She?”
>You guess twilight doesn’t see it having a gender seeing as its genitalia is just an adult toy
>”I’ll see what I can do, come back in a few days and I may have something for you.”
“Thanks, Twi.”
>You walk back out to find the pony sitting in the spot you left her
>She seems to be learning how to act like a normal pony
>You motion for her to follow you and the two of you walk home

>You open the door to allow the pony to walk through
>She steps inside and your follow, closing the door behind you
>She looks up at you and you look down at her
>The sun had begun to set for the day
>You walk into your living room and lie down on the couch
>You close your eyes and eyes and start to does off
>But you’re awakened when the pony lays on your chest
>You pet her mane
“You’re quite the cuddler, aren’t you?”
>She rests her head next to yours
>”Only for you… Daddy…”
>You put your arms around her, squeezing her close
>For being a ball of junk, you’re starting to like her
>Although now you don’t have you stress reliever
>You reach around her backside and place a hand on your toy
>She squirms a little bit, a quick burst of static comes from the radio
>A devious smile cracks over your face as you touch it again
“Sensitive down there, are we?”
 >You continue to tease her, having her squirm in your arms
>You find it extremely cute, and arousing
>Before you know it your little Dragonslayer it pressed up against her tummy
>She can clearly feel it, as she it grinding herself against it
>You flipped her around so that she was lying on her back and you were on top of her
>For a moment time seemed to stop
>You looked down at her randomly assimilated face
>For some reason, you saw absolute beauty in it
>She was perfect
>You pressed you lips to the front of the clock radio
>It wasn’t really a kiss, but it still filled you with the warm feeling you get from one
>You hold your lips there for a few moments
>She places her hoof against your chest as you pull away
>”I love you… Daddy…”
>A ball formed in your stomach
>Did you really love her?
>It doesn’t matter, she was yours now
“I love you too.”
>You press your lips to the clock again
>Your hands reach down and start fiddling with your pants
>Undoing your button and fly you pull you pants down, letting your Johnson pop out
>You line it up to her artificial lady parts, still connected to her face
>You partially insert yourself, receiving a burst of static from her
>You look to her and she wordlessly nods, granting you access to her
>You slowly insert your shaft
>The usual pleasure from the toy is amplified tenfold
>With each added inch another wave of pleasure rocks your body
>Once you’ve bottomed out you take a breather, regaining some stamina
>Once you’re confident enough, you start pumping away at her love tunnel
>Each thrust more pleasurable than the last
>The spells wrapped your manhood in an incredible tingling and warmth
>As you pump away, thrusting into her depths you feel yourself draw ever closer to your inevitable climax
>Nevertheless you continue, increasing in speed and vigor
>After a while though, you feel almost at the end of your rope
>A few more thrust and you couldn’t hold back anymore
>You unleash a wave of cum into the pony’s love canal
>You continue thrusting, with each thrust another spirt of semen
>After the last bit dribbled out into her pussy you retracted yourself, laying back onto the couch
>You were completely winded and drenched in sweat
>The pony climbed on top of you, cuddling up to your neck
>You fall asleep looking at the face of the pony… Your pony

>The next few day you spent exclusively with your pony
>Even taking time off from work to do so
>Today was the day you were going to go visit Twilight
>Most ponies have gotten used to seeing you and her walking around town, although some still stare
>You walk up to the front door of the Ponyville castle and use the giant knocker attached to the door
>A few moments pass before the door opens, revealing a grease and sweat covered Twilight
>”Hey Anon, perfect timing!”
>Without another word she leads you inside and to the laboratory
>In the center of the room is a giant blanket covering something
>”You may want to sit down Anon, because this might just blow you away if you’re not.”
>You give her a look
“Just get on with it Twi.”
>She enveloped the blanket with her magic and whipped it off
>What was under it, in fact, did blow you away
>Under the blanket was a pony made of metal, complete with a prostatic tail and mane
>”I took it as a test for myself. It’s a suit of lightweight metal, with full capabilities of movement.”
>She moved over to the front of it
>”The face has a voice modulator and the eyes are fully movable and able to make expressions.”
>Moving like a used car salesmen she pulls the prostatic tall aside, revealing a small hole
>”And this is where she can station your… adult toy.”
>You stare with your mouth agape as Twilight beams at her work
“Twilight, this is amazing! Thank you so much!”
>You turn to your pony who is looking up at you
“You like it?”
>She turns to it and begins to walk forward
>As she walks her old body sheds away
>She approaches her new body from behind, slowly stepping into it
>She precisely inserts the fleshlight into its appropriate slot on the body
>She gets used to the new body, moving each limb individually before walking in a circle
>She looks to you, the metal eyelids showing an expression of delight
>Without warning she runs over to you and jumps into your arms
>You spin her around, holding her in a tight hug
>”Do you like my new body, Daddy?”
>Her voice was female, albeit robotic sounding
>You place her on the ground, smiling at her beauty
 “I love it.”
>You wrap her in another hug
End