Pony Transformation General

gond dnapxe

>>25976439
>http://pastebin.com/6T3TyA2N
It's nicely written. It'll be great when it gets to the ponies and TF stage.
Since you wanted errors pointed out, I believe that shit-eating should be hyphenated.

>>25977029
>shit-eating should be hyphenated
This is the funniest piece of out of context proofreading advice that I have ever seen.

>>25977029
Thank you, going to go edit that right now!

>>25976803
After I finish my need for speed carbon, I'll go and finish today's delivery.
So right after lunch time, around 14:30 Central European.

>>25976610
Stellar as usual.

I can be the little filly?

>>25976716
You could go for precious stones for a subterranean hive's drones, or perhaps go with numerical designations. Short two syllable names made from a consistent pool of syllables can work. Maybe look at stories in the bugpone thread, for ideas on this sort of thing

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>>25977735
Of course

>You're Fem Nonymous.
>And you've just succeeded in your mission.
>Rhythmic snoring on your back.
>The new drone is asleep.
>And you feel proud.
>You've did quite a good bit of work.
>And she looks marvelous.
>Almost like a Queen, but just a step down.
>This noble changeling, a new cast, a new being.
>Buzzing catches your attention.
>Chrysalis, flying on the horizon.
>Closer and closer to you.
>She lands in front of you.
>"Wondrous work!"
>You bow and smile.
"I try my best. Did you take care of the others?"
>"Yes, they're under the process as we speak, just to your specifications."
"Thank you! How are we going to bring her back though?" You ask and look at the changeling sleeping on your back.
>"I'll carry her. From what you've captured, we have everything to launch our attack."
"When do we tackle them?"
>"Once the first vehicles roll out. We'll start the war."
>Chrysalis picks up the sleeping changeling g from your back.
>Well, she tries to.
>She clang herself to your chest, not moving an inch.
>Chrysalis chuckles.
>"Looks like you've made a bond. Well, you'll be flying with her."
"Yeah. I doubt either of us will be able to wake her up."
>"I expect a report tomorrow. Along with a name for this new kind of a drone."
"Right! Meet you in the throne room."
>Around thirty minutes later, you're sitting in the throne room.
>And your new drone is sleeping on Chrysi's bed.


Very short 'fo today. Too tired and busy.
Moar tommorow.
Pastebin updated: http://pastebin.com/qpukKfEz

>>25979350
Short but enjoyable

>>25979350
Pretty cute

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May deliver more.
Depends whether I'll have time to do more.

A Story, part II http://pastebin.com/H2cx3jY0

Same as last time, if you see something wrong point it out.

[Spoiler]unfortunately still no pony, but next chapter...there is guaranteed pony.[/spoiler]

>>25981837
Nice. Looking forward to more and ponies.

>I was sure that I could have booked it out of there before the horseshoe rusted away, but what I be? Alone. More alonely than I was when I entered this building.
>but what I be?
>alonely

>>25982562
Are you aware you can update old pastbins?

>>25982762
I don't follow. He said to point out errors and that's what I did.

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Master's got a date tonight

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>>25983959
At least it's not Autism Fast

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/r/ing a story or art work where anon gets turned into a little filly and when he finally gets turned back into a human he is stuck as a female.

>>25983804
HAHAHAHAHA

Learn your irrelevant in life, faggot. Your Masters will always move on with when they're bored of your little RPs.

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>>25984113
I like that idea (and picture) a whole lot. Especially if something like pic related were involved.

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>>25984396
Fuck you dude

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For the next five minutes anyone you touch will become a pony.
What do you do?

>>25985533
First, I'd touch myself
Then I'd touch myself~

>>25985533
Touch me and everyone around me. So four friends and I.

>>25985533
I'm feelin' myself, feelin' myself...

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>>25985555
Nice quads.

>>25985533
Counter question. Everyone you touch in the next five minutes will become a catbutt, feather fluff front. What do you do?

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>>25985700

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>>25985862
I may not have asked for it, but I certainly wanted it. Your thousands of hours in Paint are well appreciated.

>>25985700
Carefully hold my hands away from me for the next 5 minutes.

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>>25985700
>Gain the ability to fly.
>None of the downsides associated with having hooves in a world built for hands.
That power I would use on myself. Then I'd step outside to try flight and to look for anyone who might benefit from a similar transformation. Or unwilling victims.

>>25985893
It took 12 minutes.

>>25985700
furiously masturbate in hopes of becoming the cat bird

>Scratching
>That's all you could hear right now
>The horrible scratching sound that resounded around the stone walls that confined you to this miserable fate
>You were hardly fed
>Mere scraps of meat and some sort of vegetable were all that was keeping you alive
>As well as some kind of viscious, horribly sweet liquid
>What's worse is that you feel like you've been developing some kind of rash on your chest
>You lift down your moldy and damp shirt to scratch at the odd development that has been spreading its way across your body for the last few weeks
>You could barely see anything in this dimly lit cell, but you could swear that your flesh wasn't supposed to be so... Black.
>It was horrible, your cracked fingernails scratching at your dirty flesh, skin peeling off to reveal some kind of dark mass just underneath, and there was no pain to accompany it
>A horrid smell, and a disgusting "squelch" was all that signaled your brain that your skin had peeled off
>There was no blood, and as you lifted your dirty and shaking hand to watch the partially rotted flesh cling to your fingernails you panicked
>You panicked as it fell to the floor
>You panicked as your feet fucking itched
>They've been numb all of yesterday and today, but you couldn't have been bothered to pull off your mud-caked steel toed boots to check the state of them
>No doubt they would have been chafed from being stuck in those boots, but this damp, dark, musty cell has been occupying your thoughts, and you figured that if you were stuck here there would be no point in pulling off the damn things
>The scratching noise at the far end of the cell persisted, as if egging you on to tug off your shoddy footwear and to check the current health of your feet
>Your fingernails idly worked their way across your chest, peeling away at your mottled flesh, more of the black mass coming to light
>It felt odd.
>It was hard, and shiny, and oh so very smooth
>Too damn smooth

>>25987008
>You shook your head and slapped your face, but didn't feel anything as you tried to pull yourself back together into a semi-coherent state
>No feeling in your face
>Something felt very wrong, but yet you couldn't feel anything on your face
>You couldn't feel your skin at least, but you could feel what was underneath your disgusting caucasian flesh
>It was maddening, feeling something underneath your skin
>Hell, your entire face just felt... Wrong.
>It moved your twisted hands, if they could even be called that, up to your face, and began to itch
>The scratching noise from across the cell happily started up at the same time as you, and you just scratched and itched and peeled at the flesh on your face until you could've sworn that something was different about your nose
>It was there, it just wasn't much of a nose, more like a... Snout, or muzzle.
>Yeah, that's it.
>It was a hard, black, shiny snout sticking right out of your face!
>You laughed
>You laughed, and you panicked, and you scratched
>The holes in your 'arms' didn't even matter
>It didn't even matter that your entire body felt WRONG, nor did it matter that you felt shorter
>Your hair had long since fallen out, giving way for a fin on the back of your head, and your ears had becoming almost tubular
>Scratch
>Scratch
>Scratch
>You knew you were no longer human, but you didn't know what you were now either
>You haven't had hands in a good long while, and that horribly sweet liquid is all they fed you now
>It wasn't horrible at all, it was quite a tasty nectar.
>You picked up the latest cup with both of your black 'hooves' and eagerly drank
>You placed the cup back down by the door from which it came from, and sat back against the cool stone walls of the cell
>You could see much better now, and your field of view had increased
>There was another wall on the other side of the cell
>There was nobody there

>>25987022
>Stuff just disappearing, but you've been here for weeks, and been stuck in your new... Bug-like horse form for a while now
>The cell was quite comfortable now, its' confining walls and damp space soothing to your new form
>But you desired something else
>You desired company
>And then it clicked
>The scratching sound was you, just idly plucking away at your slowly decaying and horrible flesh until no more of it remained
>It didn't bother you, and you expected yourself to have gone nutso bonkers insane by now
>But you were quite okay with this
>Yet you still desired company
>As you curled up on the stone floor of your cell, you heard a voice, clear as day, but not from the outside world
>"Hello there little one."
>The voice chuckled
>"Your queen is here to help."

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>>25987040
This is really good. Keep going.

I'm interested in possibly writing something up. Are there any rules or guidelines I should be aware of beforehand? I'm a bit new to the idea of being a writefag.

>>25987703
Yes, here are the rules for writefagging:

1. Write something
2. Post it
3. Don't stop

>>25987738
Thanks, I'll run with that.

>>25987771
he forgot 3 1/2: Don't suck

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>>25984396
Fucking rude

>>25984396
you're irrelevant* or your irrelevance*

>>25985533
It depends how fast the transformation takes. That being said, I'd try leaving no survivors.

>>25987945
I'd poke everyone on facebook and watch it transform into a virtual virus that can be contracted through social media
NYEH HEH HEH

>>25987703
It's pretty simple. Transformation should be involved (or characters post-transformation) and ponies should be involved (or other creatures from that universe). Usually that means human turning into pony (or sometimes changeling, gryphon, dragon, etc).

The only other thing you need to know is that the knee does not go backwards.

But the knee does go backwards.

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>>25988159

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>>25988219
He really kneeded that confirmation.

>>25988255
yeah, I bet that if he hadn't seen that image, his tf scenes would have been a little disjointed.

>>25988272
maybe we ought to tell him to break a leg

tfw still stumped on what to wright.

suggestions would be appriciated

>>25989087
Bug pone tf of course. Letting into a hive mind, but as part of it and fully embraced, all while being able to act and think independently in some sense. Coming to terms with the urge to follow the hive, the genetic need to give in.

>>25976803
For some reason, my mind flipped the sequence, so it looked like Applebloom unzipping her pony costume to reveal a man in a business suit.

>>25989129

greened some last thread, this is what i got so far.

http://pastebin.com/5Pks2TTE

>>25977732
Thanks, I feel like a star.

>>25985981
I don't want to judge you out loud. So I'll just silently judge you from here.

>>25987889
Guess I'm fired then.


>You felt your tail being pushed aside, you blushed and bit your lip.
>Had to do it sooner or later though, and Tammy would do a better job cleaning you than you could do cleaning yourself.
>”But I’ll keep it between the two of us, if you want.”
>All of a sudden you felt the cold wet wipe on your snatch, wiping away all the mess you’d made earlier.
>You shivered, cold jolts shot up and down your spine.
>It was hard not to clamp your tail back down.
“Th-thanks Tam…”
>You peeked over your back, at Tammy.
>He smiled mischievously, still rubbing your nethers with that wet wipe while he hummed a little tune.
>”No problem ‘Nonny.”
>Tammy winked.
>You looked away, back to staring straight ahead at the wall.
>Rubbing intensifies.
>The cold was starting to fade now, with the wipe pressed against you like that.
>It was starting to…
>Well…
>Heat up again.
“Ummmm Tam. I think you got it all-AH… C-c-cleaned up…”
>”Oh, I was just thinking it needed a real DEEP cleaning, myself.”
>Before you could ask just what that was supposed to mean, you felt a weight on your back.
>Tammy’s hooves were up by your shoulders.

>>25989192
“TAMMY HOLY SHhmMmmMGM.”
>He’d stuffed a hoof in your mouth before you could finish, tutting just like you had before.
>”Come on now, ‘Nonny, Chad’ll hear you.”
>You could feel Tammy’s cock against your belly, twitching and bobbing around as he positioned himself on your back.
“MKFJFAJKJJFAS.”
>Tammy rolled his eyes and backed his hips up a little, still muffling your speech.
>His flare slid slowly up along your tummy, before flicking up to press gently against your pussy.
>You shook your head and got Tammy’s hoof out of your mouth, then you whispered furiously back at him.
“Tammy I don’t want to fuck-AH!”
>Tammy had shuffled ahead a little, his cock pushing apart your lower lips slightly.
>Just the thought of having that whole length inside of you, filling you up.
>Making you whole.
>Why don’t we just let it happen huh?
>What’s the worst that co-
>NO.
>I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO.
>You moved your rear to the side, getting your pussy out of the way of Tammy’s dick.
>Tammy snorted and frowned.
>”C’mon ‘Nonny. What’s wrong?”
>INITIATE DIVE ROLL.
>You did just that, dive rolling your way out from underneath Tammy and straight into the shelf beside you.
>Cleaning supplies rained down around you as you kicked them around trying to get as far away from Tammy.
>…And his…
>Glorious cock.
>…
>As far away as possible.

>>25989203
“NOTHING WRONG AT ALL TAM WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU THINK THAT.”
>Tammy sat down, his cock shrinking back into its sheath as he spoke, concerned.
>”Well you did an action-“
“DIVE.”
>You pressed yourself back against the wall as much as you could, gradually moving yourself along it towards the door out.
>Perking a brow, Tammy continued.
>”Dive roll, away from me. I get it, you don’t want to go all the way with me, that’s ok. Just relax? ‘Kay?”
>Tammy was smiling again, and he tossed you another wink.
>”HOW FUCKING LONG ARE YOU TWO LITTLE HORSES GOING TO BE IN THERE FOR? I JUST WANT TO EAT A FUCKING BURGER GODDAMN IT.”
>The both of you laughed a little there, hearing Chad again.
>You blushed and giggled, breaths and heartbeats slowing back down again.
“Sorry ‘Tam. You just, heh, I dunno you just scared me was all.”
>Standing up, Tammy looked concerned again, he walked over to you and set a hoof on your shoulder.
>”Heck, I should be sorry then ‘Non. I just wanted to be playful about it was all, I didn’t want to scare you. You know I’d never want to do anything to hurt you, right?”
“Yeah I know. Just this whole estrous thing is getting to me, I seriously hope this shit cuts out. And soon.”
>Tammy chuckled and stood up.
>”I kind of figured. So who are you really saving yourself for anyway? Chad?”
>…Welp.
>Back to backing your way up to the door and hopefully out of this conversation again, you could swear most of the blood in your body was currently situated in your face.
“What.”
>Tammy’s face slowly lit up, like turning the burner up on a propane stove.
>His grin spread all across his face and he jumped up in the air, yelling.
>”Ha! It is him isn’t it! I knew it! After seeing all those pictures and the way he talked and acted around you and-“
>Tammy was practically jumping for joy, determined smile set on his face as he trotted circles in front of you, gesturing wildly and tossing his mane around.

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>>25989209
“Tammy no I’m not! There’s no fucking way, not Chad, not ever man that’s t-totally… W-weird and not-“
>”ARE YOU YELLING ABOUT ME. STOP YELLING ABOUT ME.”
“FUCK OFF CHAD. I’M BUSY HAVING A STROKE HERE.”
>You were officially pissed.
>Tammy still had that goddamn grin plastered on his muzzle as he moved up to you, poking your chest with a hoof.
>”It’s Chad. It is so TOTALLY Chad. Dang Anon I-“
“IT IS NOT CHAD.”
>”WHAT ISN’T ME? AM I STILL ME?”


>>25989087
Write about a man and a woman who both turn into bug horses in the middle of doing their taxes. The man is a highly successful retired Wall Street Banker turned tv sensation and the wife is a tv talk show personality and together they do the morning news along with other tv programs.


That's all for now. G'night PTFG.

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>>25989087
More cute and cuddly snugglebug is always acceptable.

>>25989246
Really good.
Gotta fight those hormones.

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>>25952821
sorry couldnt get your reply from last thread
no specific pony, just a tf that ended up having hooves and muzzle.

did this later on that day as well, nondescript zebra. you can see as I started to doodle more heads, the drawing gets progressively less bland.

>>25989796
Not bad.

>>25987738
>>25987889
>>25988025
Alright, here goes...


>Tick tick tick
>The hands of the clock on your wall inch forward slowly, making painfully little progress.
>Work sucks. Even when you were younger, you figured you probably didn't have much to look forward to. Little did you know of course, just how soul sucking it could really be.
>Reading reports, writing reports, scrutinizing memos for every little detail. Doing your job, doing your boss's job. Day in, day out, sifting through each passive aggressive email from your boss just so you could figure out what you had done wrong this time. All so you could just barely afford to put a roof over your head and have something to eat most of the time.
>Ten minutes to go, you only had to hold out a little while-
>“Hey bud, couple of the guys were gonna stop by the bar after work, wondering if you wanted to come along? Game's canceled but at least the bar is still open... probably.”
>It was the usual invitation from one of your coworkers. He was friendly enough but you honestly just didn't feel up to it, you hadn't really since you'd started work here.
“Sorry man, I'm still just getting over this cold, the last thing I need is a hangover on top of it.”

>>25990542
>It wasn't exactly a lie, you'd been feeling like shit since before Christmas. It was the flu, it always got you this time of the year. Get sick just in time for the holidays, don't get better until after New Years, keep feeling like shit for at least a couple weeks after.
>”Alright, no worries then. Just stay safe out there, highway is still shut down and I heard there's supposed to be a curfew tonight.”
>Curfew? What was this? High school?
>It's true that the highway had been shut down since New Year's Day, and that was a week ago. There had been a heavy snowstorm that morning, dumping a little over a foot of snow all over the state. Normally this wouldn't have meant much, snow plows would have had everything cleared by the afternoon, but the whole state was on high alert. Some sort of terror threat or something.
>Highway shut down, half the city shut down, shitty job still open.
>Still, if there was going to be a curfew that seemed to imply that things were getting worse, not better.
>You begin to turn towards him to offer a half-assed smile and thank him for the thought...
>...and fuck, there goes your coworker, you must have been sitting there lost in thought like a retard again, why does he even put up with you anyway?

>>25990549
>Tick... tick... tick...
>You scan through the channels on your radio. Your favorite station has been off the air all week, it seems that all you've got to choose from is country, oldies, and the emergency broadcast service. Lovely.
>You're confined to taking the back-roads to and from work which, in addition to the snow, has been adding almost an hour to your daily commute. At least traffic has been light.
>Not that it even really matters, it's not like you really do anything outside of work but waste time anyway.
>You were being negative again, at the very least you had a home to head back to. Times had been tough the last few years, and there were times when that hadn't been such a sure thing.
>The holiday season generally did this to you. And the flu. Screw holidays, in general.
>You pull up to your apartment to find no open parking spaces, as usual. By the time you find a space it's dark. There's a light flurry of snow in the air but as much as your mood sucks, you can't help but enjoy the sight of the tiny flakes silhouetted against the street lights. At least that's one nice thing.
>Five minutes of walking finally gets you to your door. It also gets you damp shoes and damp pant cuffs. Going inside, you quickly change into something a little more dry, and comfortable, and warm.
>Sweat pants and a hoodie, the definition of style.
>Your apartment is, unfortunately, as cold as the outdoors. You can afford to put food on your table or the heater, not both. Speaking of food though you're in luck, you've still got some leftover pizza from last night.
>You walk past the sad excuse for a Christmas tree on your table that you'd bought to “get into the holiday spirit”. It's really more of a Christmas shrub. You couldn't even motivate yourself to decorate it properly, save for the six little pony ornaments hanging from the branches.

>>25990560
>It's tacky, but it brings a brief smile to your face. You know the thing should have gone in the dumpster by now, but you still haven't gotten around to it.
>Reaching the fridge, you throw a couple slices of cold pizza on a plate and walk over to your computer, checking your library of games for something to kill some time.
>Nope, nope, and nope.
>Almost two hundred games and you can say absolutely that you have no interest in any of them right now.
>You finish your pizza and brush your teeth before dragging yourself to your bedroom.
>You collapse on your bed, rolling on your side and slowly drifting off to sleep.

>A white coat and motherly tone, levitating a warm scarf around your neck.
>A pink, grinning snout, bubbling with joy and energy, offering you something warm to sip.
>Yellow fur and long pink hair, meekly conducting a chorus of chirps and whistles.
>Blue wings, zipping back and forth, hanging red and blue lights.
>Lavender with stripes, speaking to the crowd with clear and firm diction, “...please remain calm...”
>Orange and strong, bucking down a pine tree in the distance, the sound so far away.
>Tick........ tick........... THUMP THUMP THUMP

>You wake with a start, the sound of sirens clearly audible amidst panicked yells.
>It's like there's a light show outside your window.
>THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
>”THIS IS THE POLICE! OPEN YOUR DOOR AND STEP OUTSIDE!”
>You jolt out of bed, your heart racing. Something is clearly wrong, very fucking wrong.
>You half-dash half-tip-toe to your window, raising a single blind to peek out.
>You count no less than six police cars outside, and even more ominously, several humvees, trucks, and what look like armored vans.
>You can see some of your neighbors being escorted around, most of them being herded onto the trucks.

>>25990573
>BANG BANG CRASH
>Was that your front door?
>Your bedroom door flies open and three men in fatigues pour in, two with guns drawn.
>Yep, that was your front door, but that doesn't look like the police.
>”ARE YOU THE ONLY RESIDENT IN THIS UNIT?”
>The man is standing just a few feet in front of you, rifle pointed straight at your chest.
>You're honestly about to piss yourself.
“I-I errr... w-wh-wha... I... y-yes?”
>Good job brain, now they're probably going to put you down for being retarded.
>Behind the other two you see the third man speaking into a radio.
>”DISPATCH, WE'VE GOT ONE RESIDENT, TARGET DEMOGRAPHIC, ON OUR WAY DOWN TO YOU”.
>That sounds... you don't really know what to make of that. At the very least they aren't shooting you.
>The third man steps forward, grabs you by the shoulder, and starts dragging you outside.
>You're still a little too jolted and confused to complain about the treatment, but you certainly notice that they aren't giving you time to put on your shoes.
>Your feet touch the frosty ground. Your toes start to burn from the cold almost instantly as you begin to trudge through the snow.
>Your mind swims with worry and fear. Should you be resisting? You have rights, don't you? Despite the panic, you decide now probably isn't the best time to complain about getting a lawyer.
>You're lead towards the parade of flashing lights and vehicles, straight to another woman in fatigues standing in front of an armored van. She happens to be flanked by two figures in white hazmat suits.
>The soldier who has been dragging you along shoves you forward and you catch yourself before you fall into the woman. She presses her hand against your chest to stop you from falling any farther forward, then reaches upward and grasps the bottom of your chin. Shining a flashlight to your face and tilting your head left and right.

>>25990579
>”Open your mouth.”
>You comply, still worried that at any second you could wind up full of holes.
>She angles the beam down your throat, takes a cursory look inside, then presses your jaw upward, closing your mouth for you.
>”Looks okay, stick him and sedate him.”
>Wait what?
>Those were not good words.
>Those were very, very not good words.
>The two figures in hazmat suits close in from both sides as the soldier behind you grabs your arms and pins them behind your back, deftly slipping a zip tie around your wrists and tightening it before you can react.
>The figure on your right raises what could only be an injector with a frighteningly large needle to your neck.
>You stare at the woman in front of you, wide-eyed in horror as she holds her hand against your forehead, bracing you in place.
>There's a sharp sting in your neck, then a hissing sound.
>It feels like fire surging down your neck, into your chest, out your arms and down your legs.
>It burns like nothing you've ever felt before in your life.
>You barely notice the second needle being pressed against the other side of your neck.
>You scream out in pain.
>You thrash against the man holding you, desperately trying to break his grip.
>You can't break free, your chest is on fire, you're already beginning to feel light headed.
>You struggle in vain, yanking your arms apart, trying to snap the tie off.
>You're trapped.
>You cry out, your voice fading to a moan as your body goes limp.
>You can feel them lifting you into the van.
>The last thing you perceive is the sound of the rear doors slamming shut.


Continue? y/n

>>25990584
Yes, very much yes. Your writing's really good so far. I'm excited to see where this is going.

>>25990584
y

>>25990584
>Continue? y/n
Definitely do

>>25987931
>>25987915
>>25984835
Butt-blasted petfags please go

>>25991581
I'm not even a petfag, you just have shit grammar.

>>25990584
Oh yes! This is really well written. Keep it up anon.

>>25991762
And your a shit

>>25991852
You're*

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>>25991857
Here, lemme help

>>25990584
>Continue?
Now you have too.

May not deliver.
Currently on skiing courses, with a bunch of drones.
Deliveries from next week.

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>>25992019
That sounds adorable. I can just imagine a bunch of drones playing around in little snow suits, the kind you'd put on a toddler, all puffy and stuff. All the while the queen is in a gorgeous winter ensemble trying to get them all organized and into pairs to get on the ski lifts.

...

I think I might just write that actually.

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>>25991857
>Taking such low quality bait

Is this the stage we're at? The general is so full of insecure faggots that they need to show their elitism by pointing out typos?

Kinda disappointed, /ptfg/.

>>25992318
>Taking such low quality bait
>Responding to an intentionally irrational grammatical correction

All I want to do is piss off the stupid Anon, Anon, and it seems to be working. Let me have this.

>>25991857

You're waifu a shit.

>>25992396
I wish I was a waifu. Someone's cute mare waifu. I'd be game.

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>>25985533
>>25985700
if the people I touch became unwilling conscripts into my pony/griffon band of thralls, then i'd touch absolutely anybody I could capture.

pic semi related

>>25990584
Yes definately.

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>>25989192
>stellar
>Thanks I feel like a star.
>STELLAR
>STAR
You're fucking dead to me.

Might deliver something small. The bloody dummies won't get out of the hotel without a love bait.

>>25993766
Stop with the blog updates and just DO IT.

>>25979350
>You're Fem Nonymous.
>A day passed since you're successful mission.
>You're resting your front hooves against the sill of the throne room window, standing on your hind legs.
>And breathing out clouds of cigarette smoke.
>The cigarette floats in front of you in a green mist.
>And next to you, standing Brenadotte.
>Also smoking.
>She's still freaking out, every now and then.
>But she's adjusted, quite well.
>And she has taken the role of your personal guard amazingly well.
>"Damn, I can't belive all of this happened."
"You and your men are doing great. Well, women now."
>And the fact that you've implanted blind loyalty into them, proves to be quite useful.
>"You know, I'm not really sure. Why are we doing this?"
"Smoking?"
>"Ah, no. This war. This war of yours, why are we slaughtering men?"
"This war of mine, you ask?"
>You look at Bernadette
>The cigarette between the lips of your mouth, the filter scarred by fangs.
>She looks at you.
"It's either us, or them. I doubt they'll let us be. I doubt humanity is able to coexist with anything, including itself. They'll kill their enemies, their own subjects, even themselves. They'll keep on destroying until there's nothing else. And it still won't be enough."
>"Chrysalis told you that, my Queen Nequira?"
"No. I see beyond things, unbound from the petty things as humanity. The humans will destroy themselves. And the only thing we can do to stop them is destroying them. Quite paradoxical, is it not?"
>"Preserving humanity and nature by destruction. As paradoxical as we can get."
"Yes."

>>25994252
New pastebin. My browser can't handle the new one. http://pastebin.com/ZfsJBPrV

>>25994270
Fuck. Old pastebin crashes my browser.
Too much rum and coke.

>>25992019
Someone should draw a team of changeling skiers.

>>25994252
Nice.

I'm getting close to being close to being done with a Belle update. The worst part is just editing, and baby jesus knows I take my sweet ass time with editing.

>>25995158
But does your vagina twinkle?

>>25995260
Like a little star.

>>25995158
That's wonderful news.

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>>25992019
>>25992173
Well. I wound up writing it. Here's the pastebin for everyone, it doesn't have any transformation in it so it wouldn't really be right to post it all here.

http://pastebin.com/63UH45pj

>>25995516
Simply adorable.
And that was a really good set of changeling names.

>>25995516
So sweet I had to steal some of my grandpa's insulin. Also, >>25996175
Brought up names. Where did you get those anyway? Just tossed cool sounding syllables together?

>>25997866
Type them into google and the inspiration should be pretty clear.

>>25997866
They're all insect classifications.

>>25997888
Nice get.

>>25990584
Please deliver.

>>25989155
Link now added to the google doc.

Taking requests of all kinds.
Art only.
Hit me!

>>25998815
Someone made a pretty good suggestion up here. >>25995035

Personally I'd like a tf pic of Keyboard Masher, can't go wrong with a hot blonde.

>>25998815
Mare crying on floor with her old human guy clothes still awkwardly worn about her body.

>>25998815
Some more like >>25978709 please.

>>25998945
More in the sense of...?
Be frank with me, Anon.

Anon turning into a changeling.

>>25998958
Comics

>>25998815
Guy falling into a patch of poison joke and emerging as a pony.
Or something Keyboard Masher, as >>25998899 said.

>>25999119
Who is Keyboard Masher? I'm just a passerby.

>>25999144
character in a green that updates often here.

>>25999144
>>25999171
This. Pastebin of her story is up in the OP, under Crunchtime and Peer Pressure. She's a mare with blue eyes, a blond mane and tail, white fur and a cutie mark of a broken keyboard.

Requests noted.
I'll be back.

>>25999316
Exciting~

>>25998281
I'll do my best.

I meant to post earlier as well, but I've been getting connection errors all day.

>>25990584
>The night sky looms over you.
>The stars seem to sparkle and pulse, weaving patterns across the heavens.
>You're floating... no... you seem to be flying.
>The air is frosty, but the cold on your body doesn't bother you. In fact, it feels nothing but refreshing.
>Speaking of nothing, no matter how much you try to move you can't seem to see your body.
>You mange to look down. You're passing over ombre hills of green grass, the landscape pocked with lakes of crystal water, glimmering beneath the stars.
>Snow-capped mountains rise in the distance, standing like silent guardians over the landscape.
>This is absolutely breathtaking. At least, it would be if you were breathing. Shouldn't you be breathing?
>Nope, it seems like the sky is doing that for you. The whole thing seems to be expanding and contracting, moving the heavens along with it.
>All except for one star, shining brightly, immobile, directly in front of you. A single stable point amidst the undulating light show above.
>The one you're headed straight toward.
>If you're not breathing, are you dead?
>How did you die?
>You were in your home.
>A bright crack shoots across your field of vision, arcing like lightning.
>A sharp pain in your neck, a burning throughout your body. People around you, grabbing you, pulling you.
>You have a body.
>The whole world is shaking now, an earthquake?
>No it's thumping, it's thumping in you, around you.
>That's your heart.
>You're not dead, not yet at least.
>More bright cracks, propagating through out your field of vision, covering the sky, the landscape, tearing it apart, tearing you away...

>>26000714
>You gasp for air, your body convulsing.
>Everything around you is bright, blindingly so. Your heart hammers on in your chest, it's the only thing you can hear.
>Everything is painfully sharp, you can just make out the murmurs of human voices and the bleached outlines of figures around you.
>You're sitting in a chair, tilted slightly back, leather straps holding you in place. They're around your arms, your legs, your chest, your neck, even your forehead.
>You're having a hard time breathing, it's like your throat is closing up. You're gasping and wheezing for air.
>Your body feels hot, too hot.
>You look down at your hands, trying to grasp at the arms of your chair. Your fingers don't respond, they don't look right.
>It's almost like they're bubbling. They look lumpy, like your hands are swelling unevenly.
>Everything feels numb, it feels wrong. Your entire body feels like it's vibrating.
>”...reaction... not unusual.... others... keep monitored...”
>The figures around you are becoming a little clearer, their words becoming discernible.
>There are IVs in your arm, on your hand. You hear the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor, but it's not the only one.
>The strap around your forehead allows you a little leeway. Your body is sluggish to respond, but you manage to tilt your neck a little to your left.
>There's another chair, one beside it, behind it, in front of it.
>The room is full of these chairs, you can see at least eight just in your limited field of view.
>There's a person strapped to each chair, unconscious.
>They all look roughly the same age, teens to late twenties.
>They're all male.
>Their bodies look strange. Almost like your hand, swollen, bumpy.
>”...New York, DC, all the same... no contact...”
>There's a shifting sound in front of you. Your chair rumbles a little as someone leans over it.
>You turn your head to face whoever it is, only to be met with a clear mask and the sound of rushing air.
>”Easy there fella, back to sleep...”

>>26000763
Good so far.

>>26000763
>Light and dark, then light again.
>You were in a chair, then a bed, then moving.
>The world is rushing around you, too fast to interpret.
>Sometimes there are people. Poking, prodding, examining, they move you about, yet you feel nothing.
>Moving again.
>A van, a building.
>A room.
>Darkness.
>Nothing.
>You have no idea how long it lasts for, the sense of nothingness, emptiness.
>Then it stops.
>You're spinning. There's nothing around you, but you know that you must be spinning.
>There's a sound in your ears, a vibrating, as if someone struck you in the temple with a tuning fork and waved it around your head in circles.
>The spinning is starting to make you nauseous.
>There's a snapping sound, the entire world is bright.
>A floor, walls, a ceiling, all very close.
>Your body jolts and you roll to your side. Vertigo keeps you from doing much except falling limp. As you do so, there's a sharp pain in your back.
“Yaaaoooooo!”
>Someone else must have just screamed out in pain, that wasn't your voice.
>That couldn't possibly have been your voice.
>It was high pitched, shrill.
>You aren't given much time to ponder over it, something else is happening.
>You hear the sound of a lock unlatching and the creak of a door swinging open.
>You turn your head to face the sound, an odd pink blob in front of your face moves with you.
>It looks like a mask of some kind, covering your mouth.
>You're staring out of your room at the upper torsos and faces of a man and a woman, both wearing white lab coats.
>You must be lying down, and elevated, your room seems more like a small box.
>They each carry a clipboard and pen, staring at you with a general indifference.
>”N dash one one two”
>The woman's voice is cold, uncaring. She jots something down on her clipboard.
>”Presence of cranial attachment growth negative. Positive for humerus, ulna, radius, carpus, metacarpus, and digits. Fully formed. Proper position, no visible defects.”

>>26000834
>The man sighs, his voice is deep, his speech slow and methodical. He's staring at you with only the vague hint of annoyance and contempt visible.
>”So, another failure then? You would have thought the men upstairs would have had a better system worked out beforehand. Standard procedure for these is still market, correct?”
>The woman nods. They both scribble on their clipboards.
>Your head is still swimming, but you've managed to regain at least some of your faculties.
>You're not sure what's happened to you, but you know that you want out. You want to get away from these people. Your pulse is pounding in your ears. You're afraid.
>You want to go home.
>You open your mouth to speak...
>...just as the door to your room is slammed shut.
>You hear the latch click, locking it in place.
>The lights flip off. You're surrounded by darkness again, with the exception of a dull light filtering in through a tiny window near the top of your door.
>You try to move yourself closer, you want to look out the window, you want to figure out where you are.
>Your limbs aren't responding, at least not in any way that you'd expect them to. You can't get any leverage with your feet or hands and you can't move your digits. They must still be swollen.
>You manage push yourself forward, wiggling your torso and flopping your legs.
>You get to the window, slamming that pink mask on your face into it.
>It hurts and you let out a yelp.
>It's high pitched.
>Your throat must be swollen too.
>But you're breathing just fine.
>What the hell is on your face?
>Don't think about it, just find a way out.
>You turn your head to get the mask out of the way, pressing the side of your face against the glass.
>You're looking at a narrow hallway, an array of low intensity lights lining it.
>Across from you sit more doors like yours, two rows high, spanning the length of the hallway.
>There are dozens of them.
>It looks like a kennel.

>>26000861
Liking it so far.

>>26000861
>market
Yassssss!

>>26000803
>>26001082
Thank you! I'll do my best to update regularly. Hopefully at least a couple posts worth a day.

Also, if you have any comments or suggestions I'd love to hear them. I'm quite new at this so any pointers or critiques would be appreciated.

>>25989246
>Tammy giggled and hollered back.
>”Yes Chad you’re still you!”
“Tammy shut the FUCK up.”
>Rolling his eyes, ears flicking around, Tammy walked right past you and opened the door.
>”Fine, but I’m not dropping this. Nuh uh.”
>He pointed up at a very befuddled and still somewhat angry Chad.
>You noted that he was stuffing Tammy’s clothes and things into the backpack he’d left with him.
>All the while, Tammy waved his hooves around mysteriously at you
>”It is your destiny Anonymous, oOoOoOoO…”
>Then Tammy proceeded to 360 moonwalk out of there.
>…
>”Anon what THE FUCK-“
“No.”
>Chad threw his hands up in confusion and frustration, then strode angrily after the moonwalking Tammy, straight into the press of the food court.
>How the fuck was Tammy even doing that anyway?
>It’s not like he’d ever been good at dancing or anything.
>You sighed and blew your mane out of your eyes before pressing on after them.
>”Wow look at that! Two ponies!”
>Oh.
>You’d forgotten about the crowds.
>You stared around, still following Tammy and Chad through the court.
>Again, seems you’d gotten lucky today, or people were just starting to get used to little talking horses.
>Because you weren’t getting swarmed.
>There were some pictures sure, and a few people were hollering out random questions about your personal life.
>But this was no Uni Atrium Panic Situation, thank fuck.
>”So where did you want to eat anyway?”
>Chad’s looking over his shoulder at you as he strides easily through the crowd, pretty much cutting out a path for you.

>>26001667
>He’s calmed down now, a little surly, but not hollering at least.
>You think for a moment.
>What would be best?
>Salad I guess.
>I mean, you’re a horse after all.
>Meat isn’t really on the top of the menu for you anymore, in fact, you don’t quite feel the same thinking about it now.
>Before, you’d start salivating at just the suggestion of steak, now there was hardly even a reaction.
”I’m… Huh. I don’t really want any meat. Not that I’d be adverse to it, I just don’t care, I guess.”
>Chad shrugged.
>”That sounds pretty normal. You’re an herbivore now after all. I’d recommend the salad bar, but I’ve seen security guards wearing mason rings walk past it a couple times before. Not really worth the risk.”
>You rolled your eyes.
>Chad seemed to be expecting that, he raised a finger.
>”ALSO, the salad there tastes like shit anyway. There’s an independent stand that’s way better, I know the guy who runs it. A vegan, but otherwise harmless.”
“Sounds good then, masonry paranoia crap aside.”
>Chad shrugs, casually.
>And then he shoved a pasty emo kid trying to get an autograph out of the way, casually.
>”Tammy! Get back here, we’re going to the salad joint.”
>”Alright!”
>Tammy quit his moonwalking and trotted back over to you and Chad.
>The three of you cut across the food court, taking a hard left to the stands on the edges.
>Chad does his usual, intimidating or pushing away anyone stupid enough to try and block you and Tammy off.
>Tammy pranced along happily beside you, like he’d always been a pony, and not just started being one about ten to fifteen minutes ago.
>It felt comforting actually, like status quo had been returned.
>You couldn’t help but smile, you hardly even objected when Tammy tossed in quick nuzzles every now and then.
>Maybe you’d developed something of a herd mentality.

>>26001677
>Hard tile beneath your hooves, the sound of your hooves clip clopping and the white noise of the crowd around you, accompanied every now and then by the cry of a particularly harried pedestrian and Chad’s generally vulgar rebuttal.
>Your ears caught it all, turning hither and thither at each sound.
>The smell was pretty strong too, you could pick out pretty much every individual restaurant and food stand.
>From the sketchy kebab place by the corridor you’d come out of, all the way down to the poutine the fat little twelve year old a few feet away from you was eating.
>Finally the three of you broke through the crowd, into the outskirts of the food court.
>The Salad Joint was before you.
>The stand was shaped like a white porcelain vinaigrette bowl, with all of the different orders of salads plastered over its sides.
>It had its own sign, stood up on twin wood pillars, a big fat joint with leaves of lettuce and tomatoes sticking out of one end.
>The words “Salad Joint” were etched in big bold green lettering across either side of it.
“It’s… Actually called the Salad Joint?”
>Tammy giggled, snatching his wallet from Chad and stepping up to order.
>”Haven’t you seen it before ‘Non?”
>Chad nodded matter of factly, digging your wallet out of his jeans pocket.
>”Here, you dropped this in the elevator.”
>Your brows shot up in surprise.
“Oh. Thanks bro.”
>”No problem.”
>You mouthed it and got in line behind Tammy.
>He’d hopped up on his hind legs, setting his fore hooves up on the counter to face the employee behind it.
>”I’ll get my regular.”
>Never before have you seen a more nervous cashier, not since that one time you’d been around for a gas station robbery.
>Hell, at least that guy knew exactly what to do.
>”Uhhhh, I’ve um… I’ve never served you before.”
>Tammy chuckled and shook his head, drawing out the awkward tension.

>>26001688
>”Oh shoot. I suppose you haven’t. Just get me a spinach with tomatoes and mushrooms.”
>The cashier nodded, handing the order over to the salad tosser.
>The both of them took about four double takes a piece, staring at you and Tammy like the both of you might just explode at any given moment.
>Once the salad was finished, the cashier handed it over to Tammy in a little plastic platter.
>”Here you are, uhhh… Sir, that’ll be six twenty five.”
>Tammy laughed again and mouthed the cash out of her wallet, then he picked up the platter with his mouth.
>”Fhanks!”
>”No, um, problem. You want a fork for that?”
>”Nfhaw, mf gud.”
>Tammy got out of your way, sitting down beside Chad while you ordered.
>You stepped up and onto your hind legs, setting your fore hooves up on the counter just like Tammy had.
>The cashier stared at you silently, obviously trying his hardest not to comment on the fact that you were a horse.
>Maybe you should try to make things a little less awkward or something…?
>You smiled and pointed up at the “Salad Joint” joint shaped sign.
“Must have been hell keeping that up there, Chad tells me you’re a vegan.”
>.
>..
>…
>You have managed to double the awkwardness and confuse the cashier even more.
>”I… Have no idea who Chad is… Tom, the owner, is a vegan though.”
>The cashier sighed, painfully slowly, taking his time as though he were silently judging you the whole time he did it.
>Yeah that look said it all: “I am in a conversation with a braindead spaghetti sperg.”
>”What would you like from the Salad Joint today ma’am?”


Bed. Sleep. See you tommorow PTFG. Stay pretty, stay mare.

>>26001212
No real criticisms that I can really give you. Your writing is excellent, very descriptive and fairly strong. I guess I COULD say that it lacks some voice to it, like a very distinguishing tone to give it more flavour. But that'd be really picky. Keep it up.

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>>26001716
>stay mare
working on it...

>>26001716
One thing, equines are omnivores, and mlp pones eat shrimp, fish, eggs, and dairy if the show is any indication

>>26001915
Yeah, I know. Keyboard Masher isn't going to go full greens only.

>>26001928
Huzzah, you do care. <3

>>25999230
>RP
>Believing stories

Aww hell naw nigga

>>26001667
>>26001716
>>Then Tammy proceeded to 360 moonwalk out of there.
He's adapting to pony form fast. Wonder if he'll be taking the second pill.
Great update.

>>26000861
This is fantastic.

>>25994252

>Tanks, boats and airships.
>Weapons, armour and ammunition.
>And you have a lot of soldiers.
>And none of you care how many millions and billions of men try to stop you.
>No one can stop the impending storm.
>You're standing upon the command deck of the main Zeppelin.
>And next to you Bernadotte.
>She's standing proudly, beaming with anticipation.
>The day D is upon us.
>The sun is setting, and once it sets, you and every single drone in the collective will wreck massive havoc.
>You and the armies.
>Hooves clap behind you.
>It's Chrysalis.
>"Welcome, to this eve. For we start our conquest! This is a command from your Queen! We shall cross the ocean, fight the human scum and emerge victorious!"
>Cheering resonates through the airship.
>"Let's move now, on the double!"
>The drones turn to the controls.
>The sky begins to slowly zip past.
>Speedboats, and smaller ships lead the charge.
>Airships, armed to the teeth, loaded with ammo.
>Speeding onwards, to the mainland, toward the glorious battlefield that awaits you.
>"And so, the sealion crosses the ocean, and climbs atop the hill." Brenadotte says with a smirk.
>The mainland is a hour of flight away.
>But no one leaves, everyone is pushed to the windows.
>Pushed to the windows, watching with anticipation, awaiting to see the lights of the cities.
>To see the lights, lights that'll announce your death march.
>You're coming for them!

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>>26003134
Pastebin updated. http://pastebin.com/ZfsJBPrV

The drones learnt how to ski, currently on course to hotel takeover.

>>26003147
you going to update at all, cause I like it. or am I missing something>>

>>26003134
World domination, here we come
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V92OBNsQgxU

Pmub

>>26003469
I will update. Just no time to write.

emergency bump

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>>26002124
I don't see how he was RPing there. And he never mentioned that he believed in the stories.

>>25999316
Hype!

>Anon gets turned into a cow.
>"Wow Anon, looks like you're really MOOving up in the world."
"Oh haha Rainbow Dash, real funny. Twilight just turn me back already."
>"I know darling, just ignore Rainbow Dash, she's being 'udderly' ridiculous."
>You growl furiously.
>"Hey Anon, chill out, I don't have any, 'beef' with you, haha!"
>"Y'all need to cut it out! Besides, we're kind of 'milking' these jokes a bit don'tcha think?"
"Twilight, please, this is torture.."
>"Calm down Anon, don't 'have a cow'."
>Everyone is laughing at you.
"Come on guys, enough is enough."
>"Anon's right, we really should put these jokes, 'out to pasture'!"

Shamelessly stolen from a dead thread.

>>26006180
Can you peel your gingers though?

>>26006180
>filename
Sounds like a superhero name.

>>26006452
Maybe. What would her powers be?

>>26006656
Mirror related I guess, like manipulating mirrors and stuff.

>>26006796
Manipulating mirrors?

Does she live in a funhouse?

Sort of sounds like the Aquaman of superhero ponies.

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>>26006796
If she can turn my reflection into a mare then she has my vote.

Updated the pastebin in the OP

>>26008055
I like it. Could maybe use a better title.

>>26008055
Which one is yours?

>>26009294
http://pastebin.com/6T3TyA2N

Amy content please.

>>26009645
http://pastebin.com/Sa1Uv36W
Here you go.

>>26009655
Already read that a while back.
I meant new Amy content.

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>>26006448

Anyone have a greentext where Anon turns into a mare and gets fucked?

>>26011741
No, I've never seen any stories like that before.

>>26011767
Well then I guess I'll have to write one

>>26011741
There's quite a few of those. Look on the google doc for anything marked 'anonpone'. They're all pretty much like that.

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>>26011796
My dick salutes you

>>26011855
>>26011789
Of course, even if it already exists you could still write your own take on it. That kind of story is always welcome.

>>26001716
>Ma’am.
>Despite everything, it felt real weird being called that.
>You nearly corrected him, the word “sir” got about halfway up before you stopped.
>Sighing, you pressed your fore hoof to your cheek and lazily leaned your head against it while you scanned the various different veggies the place had.
>You didn’t know it, but your tail was swiping back and forth as you stared.
>Huh, they had a few different cheeses too.
“I’ll get…”
>You got off your hoof and pointed out each ingredient in turn.
“Oak Leaf lettuce, chopped carrots, feta cheese, slivered almonds. Toss some vinaigrette on there.”
>”Balsamic?”
>Nodding, you started to mouth some cash out of your wallet.
“Yeah. Some olive oil too please.”
>Chad’s food choices had rubbed off on you years ago.
>The guy putting the salads together got to it, lettuce was tossed into the plastic tray, carrots and almonds sprinkled in along with the feta.
>He got a little fancy come the vinaigrette and olive oil, twirling the bottles around before pouring them simultaneously.
>One last shuffle of it all and it was done.
>”No fork?”
“No fork.”
>The cashier tapped a few buttons on his register.
>”That’ll be nine sixty five.”
>You gave him a ten and let him keep the change.
>Taking the plastic tray in your mouth, you lowered yourself off the counter and back on all fours
“Fank fu.”
>”No problem ma’am, enjoy.”
>You turned around and trotted back to Chad, he had just got done texting something on his phone.
>His hand twitched a little when it went back to his side, like he wanted to pull a cig out of his pack.
>”Done?”

>>26012021
“Fyah. Fhu nomf gomha foohrder anyfing?”
>Chad smiled a little and shook his head, chuckling as he walked back towards the center of the food court.
>You and Tammy both fell in behind him.
“Wfat r hu faffing fat?”
>Tammy seemed curious too, head tilting side to side as he smiled, bemused.
>”Sorry. It’s just… I dunno, its cute is all, two little horses carrying salad trays together like you are. I got Thot to order me some food while me and Tammy were waiting for you outside the bathroom.”
>You held your laughter.
>Instead you trotted up to Chad and ran your side against his leg as you made a pass.
“Awwww, foo crufhingk hagan?”
>You tossed him a wink and smacked his shin with your tail to boot.
>”Feah, fare hou cufhing?”
>Tammy joined in too, rubbing up alongside Chad’s legs.
>Blushing furiously and cussing away under his breath, Chad finally dug out that cigarette he was obviously craving.
>He lit it and got a few drags off before…
>”Hey, this is a no smoking zone.”
>You, Chad and Tammy all came to a dead stop.
>The three of you turned as one to stare at the guy who’d spoken up.
>Big steel toe boots, faded blue jeans, black leather belt.
>The man had a white t shirt with a red flannel shirt overtop, both tucked into his jeans.
>About six foot seven, muscled and moustached with close cut black (and somewhat greying) hair.
>It was your Dad.
>Chad grinned and puffed off of his cig, Dad cracked a smile.
>Tammy laughed.
>You stood stock still, not quite believing your eyes.
>”How’re things holding up old man?”
>Chad stuck out his hand and Dad shook it, growling back an answer.
>”Since when is fifty six old? You fucking brat.”

>>26012027
>The both of them laughed heartily, then Dad turned his gaze to you, curious.
>Fuck.
>He seemed shocked for a moment, then that turned to thoughtfulness.
>What the hell do you even…?
>There was nothing you could say, words just refused to come out of your mouth.
>Words refused to form, period, your brain just sort of shut down.
>Dad ended on recognition.
>You set down your salad, shaking a little with your ears pinned back, and he crouched down to your level.
>”H’lo son. You’re looking… Stable.”
>…
>Rolling your eyes at the pun, you whacked your dad’s knee with a hoof, he just laughed as usual.
>Always had a joke to spare.
“Fuck off Dad. How did you even know it was me?”
>James shrugged and mussed up your mane.
>”You think I wouldn’t recognize my son? Well...”
>Your dad looked you over, brow perked.
>”Daughter, anyway. Plus, if shit is going to happen?”
>You sighed and nodded.
“It’s going to happen to me. “
>Winking, your dad pulled you into a hug.
>You accepted graciously, relief flooded through you.
>It was okay.
>It was alright.
>Chad was nodding at you and smiling.
>He must have texted your dad about this whole mess.
>You tried to give Chad a thumbs up, but then you remembered you didn’t have the tools for it, so you mouthed the words “Thank you” instead.
>What was that soaking your fur?

>>26012044
>Frowning, you brought your hoof up to your face.
>Tears, you hadn’t even noticed.
“Thanks Dad.”
>The hug ended and your Dad pulled away with a determined smile on his face.
>Everything around you seemed to vanish, your attention was solely on your father and yourself.
>”Don’t you even worry about it. I don’t care if you’re human, horse or a fucking insect. I love you. I will always have your back. Period. Y’hear?”
>You sniffled and rubbed the tears out of your eyes.
“I hear.”
>Dad nodded and smacked you on the back.
>”Good. But telling your mother? Ha. That’s YOUR job Anon, I’m already in the doghouse.”
>Laughing and sniffling, you still rubbed at your eyes, trying to get the crying to stop.
“H-h’alright D-Dad. You fuh-fuckin wuss.”
>A minute or two passed with you still crying softly.
>Eventually your Dad set a hand against your cheek, finger rubbing up and down, whisking the tears aside.
>He looked concerned now.
>”You alright?”
>You smiled and nodded.
“Just f-fine… I’m really huuh… happy is all.”
>”I get ya. You need to talk about this or anything?”
>Shaking your head and smiling, you waved your hoof dismissively.
“Nah, n-not rig *sniff* right now.”
>”Alright. Just ask when you do.”
>The world seemed to un-blur, coming back in focus as your Dad stood up.
>Now your Dad turned to Tammy, expression thoughtful.
>Tammy set her salad down and smiled “mysteriously”.
>”And who am I?”
>Dad rubbed his chin, eyes narrowed.
>Then he smiled, slow and easy, just the way he did everything else.
>”You’re sounding… A little horse. Tammy.”
>Tammy fell back, rolling on the floor and laughing uproariously at the terrible pun.


That's my update for today. G'night PTFG.

Came here to say please stop influencing /vp/.

Thank.

>>26012075
>you will never be ponyta

>>26012075
are they writing pokemon tf green?
I may need to see that, for purely scientific reasons, of course.

>>26012060
>>”H’lo son. You’re looking… Stable.”
>>”You’re sounding… A little horse. Tammy.”
Oh god, the dad jokes. This is really sweet

>>26012060
Cute

>>26012075
lmao if you think only /mlp/ likes transformation

>>26012075
I don't see any threads related to TF outside pokemon mystery dungeon, which doesn't count since the plot is literally that you've been turned into a pokemon.

>>26012754
There's one posing the question "Would you become the Pokemon if you could?". I guess that's the one he meant, since we're mentioned in it.

Once my phone warms up (Had around 10°C on battery) I'll finish today's delivery.

>>26000861
>You recoil in horror, flailing your limbs as you try to distance yourself from the window.
>There's a scraping noise, it sounds like something hard brushing against metal.
>You continue backwards until you reach the back of your room, your rear slamming into the wall.
>Your breath is quick, ragged.
>You look down, trying to find your hands.
>Two pink stumps greet you instead, splayed out haphazardly in front of you.
>You try to move your right arm.
>The stump on the right moves instead.
>You try your left, the left stump responds in kind.
>It feels like your insides are trying to lurch out of your skin.
>Your mouth and throat are dry, you're starting to get light-headed.
>You lift your right stump slightly, then bring it down on the floor.
>There's a sharp clang, the sound echoes.
>Your eyes are starting to well up, you can feel your face scrunching.
>This can't be right, the whole world is wrong. You want to go back home, to your crappy little apartment, to your shitty job, you don't even care if you hated your boss, that all you ever did was...
>...what was it you used to do?
>Who was your boss again?
>And... where did you even live in the first place?
>Your friends, what happened to them?
>Who even were they?
>You keep drawing blanks. You're searching through all of these ideas that you remember, only to find the details missing.
>And then it hits you.
>Your name.
>You don't know it.
>It's on the tip of your tongue, but it's not coming out.
>Your vision blurs, your whole body feels light, tears are streaming down your face.
>You let out a sob.
>It's not your voice, even if you can't remember it, you know it's not yours.
>It's smooth, it's high.
>It's feminine.
>You aren't you anymore.
>Those people took you.
>They changed you.
>They put you in a cage.
>You're shivering, teeth clattering, the stubs you have for arms are trembling. Your body is getting weak, your vision dark.
>You barely hear the sound of your head striking the floor as you slump over.

>>26013259
>Hands.
>Reaching in, grabbing, pulling.
>Thick, calloused, strong. They're around you, fingers pressing into your sides and against your back, dragging you forward.
>The floor of your cage ends and you're left suspended in the air, your arms and legs hanging limp.
>Then there's a knee against your chest and the hands shift. One around your back and under your stomach. The other propping up your... arms? Your front stubs?
>Your eyes open, revealing the hallway and a man in a blue jumpsuit standing in front of you.
>He has something in his hands, an apparatus of looped leather straps. He's reaching for your face.
>He presses his fingers against sides of your... of your muzzle.
>You let out a yawp in protest.
>As you do so, he slides a bit into your open mouth, one of the straps encircling your muzzle. He slides the rest over the back of your head before tightening two straps on the sides.
>Your muzzle now firmly pressed closed you can only manage a muffled cry.
“Eht ho ohg mhhh!”
>You flail your limbs in protest, staring at the man in front of you with uncontrolled rage.
>He gazes at you briefly, a look of amusement on his face.
>”Sweetie, that attitude is not gonna earn you any favors.”
>If looks could kill, this man would be a bloody lump on the floor.
>He reaches for something on his belt.
>It detaches with a click.
>Thick, round, metal, a blinking red light.
>He's going for your neck.
>Your eyes widen in fear.
“Mmmhhhhhhhhh mmhmmmhmmhhhh!”
>It's cold and heavy as it slides around your throat. You're struggling, pushing away from it but you've got nowhere to go.
>The collar clicks around the back of your neck with a grim sense of finality.
>There's a hand on the back of your neck now, it feels like he's tugging on your hair.
>You feel a band being pulled out, it hurts, but only briefly.
>As it's pulled away, a thick sheet of wavy purple hair brushes over your face, falling across right side.

>>26013264
>The man in front of you signals to the one holding you, a single finger pointed toward the ground.
>You're falling.
>You land hard on your... feet? No, hooves.
>They collapse under your weight
>Your chest hits the ground, knocking the wind out of you.
>You're in a good deal of pain, but there's something else welling up inside you.
>You want to gouge this mans eyes out, to kick and punch him until he's left bloody and broken. To do the same to his friend. To bolt down the hallway, to find a door, to get out of here.
>You find the floor with underside of your hooves, pressing down. Slowly, shakily, you lift your body up.
>You're standing now, albeit poorly balanced.
>You look up at the man, shooting daggers. You take a single, tentative step forward with your left hoof.
>He's holding something, it looks like a remo-
“Mmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
>A million little knives of pain circle your neck and shoot down your back, tracing every bone in your body.
>You go rigid and slump forward, striking your chin on the hard concrete floor.
>It happens again.
>And again.
>And again.
>You're convulsing between every jolt, screaming as loud as you possibly can into your bit.
>Then it stops.
>”On your feet now you little bitch, and don't even think of looking at me like that again.”
>He's smiling, that fucker is smiling as he looks down at you. Like you're some kind of disobedient dog that he just bested.
>There's another surge of electricity, the pain is unbearable. You feel like you're about to piss yourself.
>You can't win here. You can't even think straight with that much pain. You just need to keep cool, play along.
>You slowly lift yourself off the ground again, wincing at every little movement the man makes.

>>26013271
>You'd almost forgotten about the other one beside you. He bends over, wrapping a thick leather strap around your back and under your belly, pulling it tight.
>There's an uncomfortable pressure on your back, almost as if your hands were being squeezed together.
>”Now walk to me.”
>The man in front becks you, like a dog, slapping a hand on his knee.
>These people are sick. They're sick and they have you collared, gagged, and helpless.
>There's nothing you can do, resistance means pain. Excruciating pain.
>You step forward, your legs wobble and you're having trouble with your balance, but you're moving forward.
>You reach his feet.
>You don't look up, just the thought of having to look at that fucker for another second sickens you.
>There's the distinctive jangle of a chain, then a click. The man starts walking forward and you hazard a glance up.
>You're rewarded with a stiff yank as the chain goes taut, your hooves skitter around clumsily as you begin to walk along behind him.
>You walk down the hallway, down row after row of cage doors, flanked by the other man.
>A left, a right, more hallways, all filled with the same.
>Hundreds of them, maybe even thousands.
>The reality of the situation is becoming clear.
>They're going to do what they want with you. You aren't getting out. You aren't getting away. They've done this with others, they're going to do it to you.
>You're shaking again. You want to scream, to cry. But there's another thought beginning to push it's way through your head.
>You don't want to give these people the satisfaction.
>You take a final turn, instantly taken aghast at what you see.

>>26013279
>You're in some sort of loading bay. Directly in front of you, a line horses, of ponies, chained together by the hooves, head to tail.
>Ponies? Hooves, muzzles, pastel coats.
>They each have a tag clipped through their right ear.
>That means you're one of them then? These people made you into a little fucking horse?
>Your mind races. You find a thought, buried deep down somewhere.
>My Little Pony~...
>A song, a song from a show that you used to watch.
>The rest flees from your mind as you examine your memories.
>The tugging on your leash stops. You cautiously turn your gaze up.
>You're greeted by the big yellow plot of the mare in front of you, her turquoise tail brushing against your face.
>She clearly notices you behind her, body jolting with a start.
>You catch a glimpse of her ear, the tag hanging from it reads N-146
>She doesn't have a name, just a number.
>What was it that woman said earlier?
>N-112
>That was what she called you. That's all that you are now.
>You barely notice the shackles being slipped around your fetlocks.
>You're all just standing there, like meat on a factory line.
>There's a truck pulling up to the dock at the front of your line. The carriage is long and gray with barred windows near the top. The back slides up and a platform extends, connecting to the bay.
>”What've you got for me today Fred?”
>It's a new voice, a man, old and grizzled by the sound of it. He seems to be speaking to the man in the blue jumpsuit.
>”Eight ponies, six female, two male. Twelve pegasi, nine female, three male.”
>His voice is even, unconcerned.
>There's the scratching of a pen, a signature.
>Then the lines starts moving.
>Left hoof, right hoof, fore hoof, back hoof.
>You're all moving onto the truck.
>You can almost smell the fear. The air is heavy with sound of clattering metal, ponies marching forward, shaking, sobbing.
>You cast a glance at the mare in front of you.
>She isn't shaking.
>She isn't crying.

>>26003134
>Airships sail the sky.

>And so do the anti air defence missiles.

>Explosions scatter the night sky, missiles exploding without even putting a dent in the plating.

>That doesn't mean that the airship doesn't shake like an undercut pig.

>But you're firing back.

>Cannons, shells.

>And all the airships attack the anti air defence sites.

>Boom.

>And another one.

>Boom.

>Green flames slice through the night sky, as the shells, launched from the cannons speed onwards to their targets, tracer rounds burning, lighting the sky.

>Loaded full of spores and explosives.

>The city below lights up for milliseconds, explosion sounds muffling over the screams of civilians and soldiers torn to shreds.

>And again. The city cries and rumbles, as if it was a dragon cut through by a blade, poisoned by the metal.

So is this a fetish for you guys or merely an unhealthy interest?

>>26013285
>Finally, after what feels like an eternity of marching, you find yourself inside the truck.
>The bed is lined with hay. It's hardly comfortable, but it feels much nicer on your hooves than concrete and metal floor.
>You're the last one in and the door quickly slams behind you. A reverberating crash echoes back and forth against the walls of the carriage.
>The sound fades, replaced by sad moans and whimpers.
>The truck begins to move, picking up speed as it turns away from the dock.
>Light filters into the carriage from the windows at the top. It's night, but the moon is glowing brightly, the occasional streetlight illuminating the dreary scene.
>Your shackles are heavy and the chains are short but you're able to walk a few paces to either side. You use this limited freedom to get a better view of the mare in front of you as she's lit up by the passing lights.
>Her coat is a warm chartreuse and she's built smaller and lighter than the rest of the ponies. Her mane and tail are short, uneven, just a bit frizzy, and the most brilliant shade of turquoise you've ever seen. She looks like the dainty sort of girl that you'd normally see giggling and surrounded by friends at a party.
>That's a particularly strange thing to think about a horse.
>She turns back and catches your stare.
>Your eyes lock with hers.
>They're a deep, crystal blue.
>You expect to see the same fear, the same helplessness that you feel.
>It's not there.
>You're both muzzled, so your eyes do all your talking for you.
>You both step to the side of the carriage. She lays down, resting against the wall. You lower yourself to the ground beside her, gently leaning into her.
>Her coat is so silky and warm, pressed against you. The sensation is unbelievable, like the softest cashmere sweater you could imagine.
>You can feel her heart beating in time with yours.
>She raises a hoof, gently wrapping it around your side.
>You look back into her eyes.
>The only thing you see is hope, and determination.

>>26013290
>As the death tally increases, so do your ranks.
>And once you get rid the pesky missiles, drones will fly out of the airship.
>"We've successfully destroyed all anti air defence sites. They're in chaos!" Bernadotte says, looking up at you and Chrysalis.
"Let's give them a proper warm welcome, then."
>"Commence ground combat operations! Deploy paratroopers!"
"I'm going in with them." You say.
>You don't know why.
>You just feel the lust for slaughter, your green blood pumping throughout your veins as you think about slicing their throats and breaking their necks.
>"Fine, no sense in stopping you. Just come back in one piece. Take miss Bernadotte with you."
>You thank the Queen.

>>26013305
>And you're galloping off to the rails.
>Rails that'll give you an initial speed boost.
>"Lowering external armour! Opening hatches."
>The ramps pull out.
>The city burns, the horizon covered in smoke, flames reflecting upon them, lighting up the sky.
>You breath in.
"The scent...It's so familiar. It smells so wrong, yet just right. The scent of women being killed on sight. The smell of babies burning to a crisp. The fragrance of the old being lined up and shot. The smell of slaughter, the bouquet of war." You think out loud.
>Yes, It smells so oddly satisfying, pulling you in deeper, deeper into the whirl of battle.
>You gear up as quickly as you can.
>You line up for the ramp.
>You're first.

>>26013315
>You step on a launching platform, bars securing your hooves in place.
>Three
>You brace.
>Two
>You ready your wings.
>One
>Final prayer.
>A loud screech sound, and you're being launched.
>Air quickly pumped in, sending you forwards, blue sparks flying off.
>You're propelled forwards, and the bars on your hooves release.
>The entire platform stops, sending you out.
>You freefall, landing in a high speed, cracking asphalt around you.
>And not even a minute later, half of the squadron had landed.
>You walk though the streets.
"Just look at how it burns."
>The buildings are blazing, looking like a giant bonfire.
>"Yes, this is quite a wondrous display. But..."
"But what?"
>"There's a bunch of survivors. Not far off."
"Alright. I'll flank them. You go frontal."

>>26013322
>Your expert tactical skills, and Bernadotte's nose come in quite handy.
>Hoofy?
>Heck, you don't have a hand anymore.
>You buzz up onto the rooftops.
>The fact that you and every other single drone share a hivemind, a link between each other proves useful.
>Why are you speaking anyway?
>Anyway, you continue moving.
>You follow the instruction Bernadotte is giving you, skipping over holes in the roofs, flying some distance, and then you see them.
>A police car barricade.
>Six men, armed with pistols and rifles, defend an entrance to a building.
>Once your drones come in sight, mixed with the new batch of younglins that barely just hatched, they fill the streets.
>"Fuck!"
>They start to fire.
>"Why won't they die?"
>They panic.
>You smirk.
>You begin walking down the wall of the building, trotting slowly.
"Little girls, lost in the sea of flame! Look around you, it's hell come to earth. But it's only a pale shadow of what's about to come."
>You smirk, and to the largely strong surprise, finish walking down the wall.
>They start to direct fire at you.
>You raise your shield and ready your weapon.
>The rifle.
>A black, fully automatic, twenty millimeter weapon, loaded with explosive or spore tips.
>Cannon at your hooves.
>You hear clicking.
>You smirk, drop your shield, and spray your entire clip into the men.
>Boom, boom boom.
>The city falls, just like these ragdolls of men.
>You drop down the clip.
>And the men drop down.
>Without a single scream.
>You reload, and trot on.
>There are more men inside.

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>>26013332
That's all, folks.
And pastebin updated. Forgot first pic for delivery, link here. http://pastebin.com/ZfsJBPrV
>>26013322
Check em.

>>26013332
>clip
the /k/ inside me screams

>>26013349
I ain't to gun expert. If you wanted to hear magazine, sure. I'll keep that in mind

>>26013304
This is really good, if cruel and depressing. I hope the future has brighter things in store for the new ponies.
Do you have a pastebin for this?

>>26001716
Thank you for the feedback. I hope as the story picks up a bit and there's more interaction between characters I can work a little more voice into it.

>>26013635
I can say that I ended up posting quite a bit later than I had hoped to because I didn't want to end this update on an overly negative note, but I've still got to sleep from time to time.

Every coin has two sides and you can't have true light without darkness.

I'm admittedly quite new to this. Should I set one up?

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>>26013727
No problem. This was a real powerful update, I can hear your voice coming through a lot stronger here already. You've pretty much nailed that dark tone, sort've like a shadowy grime painted over with a sickening bubblegum pink. It's great, and somewhat perturbing. I loved the determination in that one mare's eyes. You got that attitude, that personality, dead on. I LOVE strong characters like that, ones who don't give up. Honestly I feel like I should be asking YOU for feedback. You say you're new to writefagging, but are you new to writing in general?

As a side note, I'm also starting to realize that my green is probably one of the happier ones in this general. I mean jesus, I had a huggy, teary happy family reunion feelgood moment. All the while you guys are at war and in shackles. And some of the other ones I've read in the google doc are kind of... grim, like the main character has really shitty, unsupportive friends or the world is really against them in some way. Not that all that is bad, not at all. They're all at fairly well written. I guess I've just never had the heart in me for real dark stories. They always seem turn out as happy or at least bittersweet.

As for setting up a pastebin, yeah you probably should. It's easy and free. Shouldn't take you long to make an account, then you can put all your greens in pastes on that account. Real helpful for people to follow along with your stuff and the anons making the OP's and the story archive pastebins love them because it makes archiving a lot simpler.

To conclude this big wall of tl;dr, excellent work. Hope to see more. Keep it up.

>>26013332
I for one welcome our new insectoid overlords.

>>26013304
Love it!

>>26003469
>>26013893
>All the while you guys are at war and in shackles

Written for edgy, war-obsessed teens by edgy, war-obsessed teens. Surprised there's been no pony tf into guns at this point. Most people here are miserable bastards so I guess stories that include that appeal to them more.

Quit horsing around

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>>26014688
You're coming on a little bit too strong man. Relax some.


Update later tonight. Updates should be more consistent now and for the next couple weeks.

>>26015242
I come on strong man all the time.

May deliver. Depends on dinner. And if I don't freeze.

>>26015506
You should make a twitter account for all your updates m8

>>26015537
I don't feel like sharing my acc @

>>26015573
that was sarcasm, Mr status updates

I decided to have lighter approach on the new relationship between Belle and Claire. Like, a much looser pet/master type relationship than the previous part (which I'll be revising soon), and by that I mean I hate the word "Mistress" and I want Belle to be more of a companion/friend to Claire and less of a pet. Other than that, all else remains the same.

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MAX Pov

You saunter through the entrance of the restaurant with the best ‘calm’ demeanor you could muster. You suppose it was just the collective excitement of everything combined with the adrenaline still coursing your system, but you hardly have the capacity to pay it any mind right now. Coming to a stop near a very tired looking hostess, you let her know her a you’re meeting someone who’s probably already arrived. She nods and tilts her head, signaling you to head into the seating area to find them.

It takes a bit of searching, but eventually you spot a familiar head poking over the edge of a booth in a discreet corner of the restaurant. The head undoubtedly belonging to the person of interest, Eddy. Or rather, that was his nick name.

His real name was Eduardo, a Brazilian that’s been living here long past the duration of his visa. So, much like yourself, he tried to fly under the radar as best he could.

You slide into his field of view and offer a halfhearted smile before taking a seat across the table from him. Last time you saw Ed was when Anon got turned, then soon after, went missing.

“Max! Haven’t seen your face in a while.” Ed starts up, his expression seeming genuinely relieved.

“I’ll say. How ya been?”

“Not bad, just getting by, you know? Day by day.”

“I hear ya. Things have been pretty rough on my end as well.” You offer, humoring the conversation with formalities because, well, why not?

>>26016383

You didn’t have any serious qualms with Eddy, nor did you ever really mind his presence. He was a shitthead, you couldn’t deny, but he was better known for his “that one guy that’s pretty down to earth but always gets himself in deep shit” role. It was for that reason you always tried to keep somewhat of a distance. But with the likelihood of you spending some times behind bars yourself, you figured getting into a bit of trouble was the least of your worries.

“So this job.” You continue.

“Right, yes! The job. Uhm, it’s a big one.” His behavior seems to take a more nervous turn. You’d noticed his timid mannerisms upon sitting down, but now you suspected there was something more to this job than you may have signed up for.

“Yeahhh, So you’ve said” Your voice wears a suspicious tone, “What are we doing?”

“Well you know, like, the usual stuff. Doses and transporting and such.”

As he finishes his answer, you notice his hand slowly sliding a napkin near your end of the table. What? You look up about to question him when he raises his brows and nudges his head toward the napkin, beckoning you to take it.

You oblige, picking it up and subtly lifting it into view. There was a crudely written note on it. Hard to make out, but you managed.

“Wearing a wire. Meet me in bathroom.”

Mother fucker. You should have known. The police couldn’t find you themselves, so they were obviously going to try using anyone associated with you to do it for them. Fucking bastards. Well this is it, this is the night it all goes down.

You should have guessed it would be fucking Eddy too. Probably trying to get himself out of some stupid shit to save his own ass. You two being the pawns in this whole game, of course he’d rat out the little guys first, and of course the very first ‘little guy’ would be you!

>>26016395

“H-hey, excuse me for a sec, I need to use the restroom.” He mutters, promptly standing himself from the booth and making his way toward the hallway where the restrooms were. He looked back to offer you one last glance before rounding the corner out of your vision.

You fiddle with the napkin in your hand while staring off in thought for a few moments, considering your next course of action. Your heart rate was already running rampant before getting here, but now you’re certain it’s beating so fast it might just stop beating altogether.

You’re not sure why Ed wanted to meet you in private, either. To talk without being heard he’d have to take off the wire, which would be fruitless considering there’s probably a police officer or two waiting close by to come and take you away. There wasn’t much he could do or say to ease the situation, so you weren’t sure if you should even humor him by fulfilling the napkin’s request.

Though, despite the potential uselessness of doing so, you elect to stand after a minute or so of sitting in the silence before following his tracks. Upon entering the restroom, you see him leaning toward the mirror, his face covered in water as the sink ran below him.

“Ed, what the fuck is going on? A wire, really?” You contend, your voice raised.

“Look man, I know you’re pissed, but they’re after you for a lot more than just punching Ty’s face.”

This jarrs you a bit. More? What else did you do? As far as you’re concerned your involvement with the ‘doses’ was less than minimal. It would hardly warrant a manhunt like the one they seem to have out for you. Wait… and how the hell did he know about you punching Ty’s face!?

“Ed, seriously, tell me what the fuck is going on.”

He stops the water and wipes his face before raising himself to look at you.

>>26016405

“Look, the feds offered me a lesser sentence if I helped them catch anyone in the dosing business. I saw you on the list of people they were after, so I chose you first. There are cops surrounding the entire building, so keep you--”

Ed’s about to continue, but your anger gets the better of you and he’s cut short as you interrupt.

“Why me!? Ed, you know I have little to nothing to do with this business! Why rat me out!? Because I’m the easiest one? I swear to god I’ll rip you fucki--”

Ed returns the favor, stopping you in your tracks and taking the conversation back.

“Look! I know, it seems bad, but hear me out. I tried telling them you weren’t involved, but they think Anon’s disappearance links you to all of this. I chose you first because I knew you shouldn’t be punished.” He tries to justify.

“Then why rope me in!?”

He disregards your question and kneels down to open the small storage area below the sinks. After a bit of shuffling he emerges with a little black backpack before beginning to shuffle through that as well.

“Ed!”

“Because,” He pauses, raising something into the air and, before you’re able to make out the object in question, thrusts it toward you, “We’re not going to jail.”

You feel a sharp stinging in your neck, almost like a stabbing, before he pulls his hand away to reveal you’d just been stuck with a needle. The plunger of the syringe fully compressed, confirming that whatever was in there had been used up.

Your eyes widen.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” You practically scream.

“Shh, Max, shut the fuck up. It was a dose.”

You can feel your stomach sink to depths unknown. A dose? A fucking dose? What the fuck was his plan? How would being colorful ponies solve any of this!?

“The cops are probably suspicious about now” Ed proceeds, “So we gotta be quick.”

“Eddy, dude, how is any of this a good idea?”

>>26016420

“The transformations alter DNA, even if they caught you, unless they watched it happen themselves, they couldn’t prove the pony rendition of you is really you. But luckily for us, we’re not going to get caught. The transformation takes about 12 hours, so you’ll have that time to run and hide somewhere. Find some random ass person and ask them to take you in or something, I don’t know.”

“Take me in? Look man, I’m not some pet like Anon.”

Ed pauses and looks up, surprise coloring his face.

“A pet? Anon became a pet? Aha, what the fuck?”

“It’s a long story.”

He looks down and returns his concentration to sifting through the bag.

“Whatever works. Just be someone’s pony roommate or something, no one said anything about a pet.”

“I don’t want to be some stupid horse though, man.” You whine.

He looks at the used needle lying near the sink then back at you.

“Looks like we’re past that now, huh?”

You start to worriedly tap you foot to the ground. The gravity of the situation now starting to show its weight. You weren’t sure you could actually do this. Run from cops? Despite the little hooligan you’d a reputation for being, you were never like… a criminal. And what if the transformation was too painful? You could deal with pain but the way Anon-now-Belle described it, she wanted to die. This was way too much.

“Look Ed, I can’t do this man. I can’t run like that. You said cops were surrounding the building right? How do you plan to even get past them?”

Before a verbal response is given, Ed looks up with a devious grin and tosses you a medical mask.

“You ever see a ninja disappear in a smoke bomb?”

>>26016427

-------


Belle POV


The sound of rustling rouses you from your dark solace. A lingering grogginess blurring your vision as you smack your tired lips and attempt to scan the room. You spot Claire digging about her jewelry and makeup drawer in front of her mirror as she generally does in the mornings before work. Usually you’re awake before her, often times acting as her alarm clock by licking her face to consciousness, but it seems today you slept in for some reason. Strange...

Claire spots your movement in the mirror’s reflection and smiles.

“Someone was a sleepy pony today.” She chirps.

“H-how long was I asleep for?” You ask, a yawn quickly following suit.

“A couple hours longer than usual. You’re lucky it’s the weekend, or else my little alarm clock would be in trouble for allowing her owner to be late.”

Your ears sink. You hadn’t thought of that.

“I-I uhm, I’m s--”

She giggles and waves a hand to dismiss your response.

“It’s fine sweetheart, I’m only teasing.”

The calm tone of of your owner’s voice sends a chill of relaxation down your spine. Your head gently sinking to rest atop your forelegs before zoning off as she continued about her ritualistic morning procedures. You couldn’t help yourself from wearing a dorky grin as you mused the life you now lived. You loved it. These mornings. Waking up and being with the one person on this earth that gave you everything. That took you when you needed it most.
There was just something magical about it. Something you couldn’t quite put your hoof on. You’d had relationships in the past, and surely you, at one point or another, had experienced “love”, but this was different. It felt more solidified. Simpler.

>>26016434

You were someone’s cute pony, destined to obey them and love them for the rest of your life, and in return, you were given the security of knowing your existence meant something. There was never any worry as to what you’d be doing tomorrow, or next month, or in 10 years, because that was already decided. And, for some reason, it was comforting to you.

“Belle, honey” Claire’s voice pulls you from your daze, “I don’t have any plans today. Is there something you’d like to do?”

Hmm… You weren’t much for ‘doing’ things that didn’t involve lazily lounging about or being doted on. Claire was often the bearer of plans, so you were stumped.

“Not that I can think of.”

Claire rubs her chin with a finger in thought.

“How’s about we bake some sweets today?”

Your ears perk up. Oh! That sounds fun! You loved being the chef’s little helper. You weren’t very capable with these stubs that were your hooves, but you always managed to make yourself useful somehow.

“O-only if I can lick the batter off the spoons…”

Claire snickers and leans in to scritch under your chin.

“Of course.”

You offer your own small bout of giggles as you lean into her hand. She accepts your subtle plea for rubbies and begins to run her hands along the rest of your body. Scritchy-scratching into your fur frivolously as the little pony slumps to her side. You can’t fathom a universe where you’d ever get tired of this.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

A desperate banging from somewhere across the house draws the both of you to a halt. Silence lingering for a few brief seconds before it’s heard again.

THUMP…. THUMP.

“Wait here.” Claire asserts before standing and walking from the room.

>>26016440

You would normally obey, but your curiosity seems to take control and you tumble off the bed to follow suit, peeking around the corner into the hallway. You seem to have a clear view of Claire as she approaches the house’s front door, caution in her step as the “thumps” were a lot more violent than your average UPS man dropping off a package.

She leans down to take a small peek through the peep-hole before undoing the locks. It’s kind of funny to think, the last time something like this happened you were both surprisingly met with--

SWOOSH.

Before you could even finish the thought, the door swings open against Claire’s own will, eliciting a panicked shriek from Claire and revealing the silhouette of what was easily the figure of a man. The hairs on your back shoot up at the sight. You’re about to scamper off in panic, but the sick groaning coming from his mouth and the limp in his step seems to reveal a more terrifying reality.

“ZOMBIE!!!”

THAT’S when you scamper off in panic. Well… if ‘scampering’ entailed slipping and sliding in place on the hardwood beneath you.

“MAX!?” You hear Claire scream.

You freeze. Did she just? What?

With your little heart still pounding in fear, you take the time to collect yourself before turning to gaze at the visitor once more.

Sure enough, the zombie-esque visitor was none other than your your closest friend, aside from Claire. His face and hair were drenched in sweat as his eyes wore death. Skin pale and clothes ruffled, he was not in good shape. He looked like he came straight from the morgue. Which, given his appearance, was a possibility you still hadn’t ruled out.

You’re about to trot closer when the words coming from his mouth briefly stop you.

“H-hide” He pants weakly, “I’ve gotta…”

He collapses before he’s able to finish his sentence, falling to his knees, then shortly after, his side. He takes a few heavy breaths before his eyes close and he dozes off.

>>26016448

“O-oh my god!” Claire is freaking out by this point, her hands trembling as she looks about the room “I-I need to call an ambulance!”

She starts beelining it for her phone on the counter.

“Wait!” You protest.

Claire stops, shooting you a surprised look.

You cast an inquisitive glance toward Max’s body as you draw near him. You knew this feeling. Max’s pain. It was familiar. The breathing, the sweating, the collapsing. You slowly trot up to his side and examine him. After quickly mulling over his body, you trot toward his head, placing a hoof in his hair and gently raising it to grab a look at his ears.

Oh boy.

“Uhm Claire… don’t call the ambulance.”

----------

I totally just realized I was in the middle of re-revising, literally, the very first paragraph and completely forgot.
Well shit.

http://pastebin.com/zE7uBj92

I'm also working on the party rape green because I am still bored

>>26016486
It's really good to see an update to this wonderful story.

>I'm also working on the party rape green because I am still bored

Awesome.

>>26013332
>You open the doors, walking in, with a small group of drones.
>Clap, clap and clap.
>Your hooves clop against the marble flooring.
>Is this a courthouse?
>You trot.
>No one in the foyer.
>They're on the next floor.
>Even you can smell that.
>You smirk.
"Do we have the spore grenades?"
>"Yes, we do. I like your idea."
>You walk up a glorious staircase of marble and wood.
>To your left are court rooms, to the right many offices.
>And you can smell their fear from everywhere.
>Muffled explosions echo through the hallway.
>They're still bombarding the city.
>"Right! You've heard her, get the spore nades ready!"
>A drone with a big box scurries in.
>You pick few up with your horn, Bernadotte doing so too.
>You trot.
>First pair of doors.
>Pull the pin.
>You open the doors, throwing the spore fooled smoke grenades inside the rooms.
>Sounds of suffocation, bodies dropping, sent into a series of spasms thanks to the thick black smoke that holds to the ground, pouring out the doorposts.
>Another pair.
>And two more.
>And then the last one.
>In front of you, a door marked as a courtroom.
>You bust it open.

>>26017187
>Around twenty people, unarmed, scared, women and children.
>Your drones surround them in a corner.
>"What shall we do, my Queen Nequira?"
>"You'll leave them be!"
>A third voice.
>A man.
>And five more men with gas masks, bulletproof vests and assault rifles.
>You turn around.
>"You monsters! How dare you attack unarmed civilians! How about you pick on someone your size."
"Are you challenging me? How amusing."
>"I'll be amused when I scrape your brain against the floor."
"Fine. Come bring it then."
>"With pleasure. Though I think your lack of fingers handicaps you."
>You smirk.
>A green flame envelopes a circle of ground around you, moving up.
>You're standing there.
>Fem Nonnymous is standing there.
>You take a battle stance. You know how to handle yourself in a fight.
"Satisfied with the equal footing?"
>A couple drones form a circle around you.
>"Come hit it, then."

>>26017201
>You dash forwards
>He grips you, using his size to full advantage.
>You throw him over your back, preparing to strike a kick, but he rolls away at the last second.
>You manage to put a couple cracks into the floor.
>He charges up for a punch.
>You're not fast enough.
>Your face takes a direct hit.
>You recoil back, at the strength of his punch.
>You return to proper position, green blood oozing from your nose.
"I've had enough! Let's get serious!"
>You slide back, Bernadotte throwing your rifle.
>Fully loaded magazine.
>Point blank range.
>No way you will miss.
>He pulls out a revolver, with trained speed.
>"Seems we've caught ourselves in a predicament."
"Yes, you may have a point. I'll shoot you, and yours friends will swarm me. Close gunfight is messy."
>"And I'll shoot you, and your friends will tear me apart."
"You should back out."

>>26017212
And that's all for today.
Pastebin up the line, the OP needs the pastebin updated.

>>26017212
Nice

A nice Spitfire TF,
https://derpibooru.org/1061127

The Bob and Gerald pastebins are private now? W-what? ;~;

>>26018451
ded

>>26018451
Dang. I miss that story.

Decided to read through Juniper again. Damn I miss 8Bit...

>>26018451
And nothing of value etc

>>26019010
Same

>>26019064
>And nothing of value
Why the spitefulness Anon?

>>26018369
That IS nice. Thanks for sharing.

>>26019739
Ah, forgot to remove my name. Sorry about that.

>>26019751
It's too late the damage is done.

I saw this (https://ipfs.io/) on /g/ and got way too excited. Now every file I had saved on PTFG is uploaded to a handy dandy web app that'll exist on the internet for the rest of eternity. Figured you ziggers might like it: https://ipfs.io/ipfs/Qma6FJuahCg53RGtHrtKRjGsUdPVGJA1VoZUXoCDe3oAL9/

I just uploaded my own saves, but I can update it to have any other files people request. I won't be picky. Because IPFS namespaces aren't working quite yet, each edit will require a totally new link, so I'll only update in batches.

>>26013302
Neither and both at the same time.

>>26013727
Setting up a pastebin would be a good idea. Then we can link it in the google doc, and people will still be able to read it once we've moved on to the next thread (assuming you don't complete it in this one).
Keep being awesome.

>>26018369
Ah, yes! I've followed Blueberry Snow's work since for years and I'm incredibly honored that she wanted to do an art trade with me- I honestly did not expect her to take it as far as she did.

I'll be working on my half of the trade in the upcoming week or so.

>>26021112
Cool. Looking forward to seeing it.

>>25989147
I do things like that too, anon.

>>26012060
>Dad smiled and chuckled, scratching the back of his head.
>”Well, why don’t we go an’ eat. Yer sister Thot’s waiting ain’t she? Best to get that mess over and done with.”
>Tammy nodded and got back up, grabbing his salad and falling in behind Chad.
>You reached for your tray but Dad got there first.
>”Here, lemme carry that for you.”
“Thanks Dad.”
>Your Dad brought up the rear, sticking close to you.
>Clip clopping through the mess of people, you stared up at the chandelier overhead as you went.
>Here and there you picked out distinct shapes in the glass, abstract became concept and concept shaped into reality.
>Where there was once an indistinguishable jumble, there were now clear-cut cubes, spheres and pyramids.
>Everything looked a little brighter on this side of your life.
>Things were making sense, from the abstract of becoming something else, to the concept of changing shape into a pony and finally…
>Being the pony.
>You shook your head and giggled.
>You were getting that safe herd feeling again as you trotted on, especially since your Dad always had this meter or so radius around him where people in crowds just wouldn’t pass through.
>Looking over your back, you tossed him a smile.
>Dad winked back.
>”Hey, careful you don’t fall. You might not be able to giddy up.”
>…
>You never looked back again.
>He just laughed and laughed, you could see Chad smirking up ahead and Tammy was barely holding onto his salad tray over the snorting and giggling.
>”You know, I always wanted a mustang. Now I don’t even need the extra garage space.”
“You know, I’m at just the right height to kick you straight in the balls?”
>Chad grinned back at your Dad.
>Your ears flopped down flat in anticipation, brow furrowing.

>>26022216
>”Looks like you’ve really made a foal of yourself now.”
“I will fucking end you Chad.”
>”Eh, you whinny some, you lose some.”
>Cue everyone except you losing it.
>You snorted and stamped your hooves against the tiles, tail whipping at the air.
“Jesus fucking Christ, how far away is Thot sitting?”
>Thanks to what you could only believe was an act of god, the four of you finally broke through the crowd, coming out at Thot’s table.
>She was busy texting for the nonce, stopping here and there to adjust her thin framed glasses.
>Thot had the same red hair, but she wore it straighter and longer than Tammy
>She also dressed a lot more conservatively than her sister, well, her brother at the moment, sporting a pair of jeans and an itchy looking green wool turtleneck.
>Tammy shoved his salad platter into your mouth and dashed ahead.
>”HEEEEEEEEYYYYY SIS!”
>Thot barely even looked up, eyes wide, before her brother Tammy was in her lap and hugging her tight.
>You shook your head in unison with Chad.
“Fahme hold, fahme hold.”
>”Might as well call nine one one now, tell them we got a fainter.”
>”Wha- WHAAAAT! But… No but! Oh my god what?!”
>You trotted up to the table and took a seat, Chad and your Dad in tow.
“Hey Thot.”
>Talk about a Kodak moment.
>Tammy nuzzling into his sister’s chest, Chad seated beside her chowing down furiously on a burger.
>Then you and your father sitting opposite.
>Dad was just smiling, letting things blow over with a relaxed smile on his face, sitting up straight with his legs spread and his arms crossed over his chest like he always did.
>Thot stared at you.
>Then back at her brother.
>Then at you.
>”A-Anonymous? What… Is this-“

>>26022230
>She pointed down at the sky blue pony in her lap.
>”This is-“
“Tammy yeah. You know how she, he, is. Heard about the drug that I got slipped to me, decided to try it for herself.”
>And Thot was down for the count.
>Tammy hardly even payed attention, switching his focus away from nuzzling her right over to his salad, which you plopped down in front of him.
>You dug into your own salad, going slow so that you wouldn’t make a mess of your fur.
>Munch, munch, munch.
>Just out of the corner of your eye, you could see your Dad watching you curiously, smiling with one brow perked.
>Slowly, you swallowed, maintaining eye contact.
>”Taste good?”
“It tastes…”
>Incredible.
>Wonderful.
>Fantastic.
>The nutty taste, the spiciness of the fresh Oak Leaf lettuce, combined with the crunch of the carrots and the almond slivers.
>It was complemented perfectly by the salty feta and then deftly completed with the high quality balsamic vinaigrette, olive oil combo.
>The flavor of every veggie and nut was heightened so much as a pony.
“Fucking delicious.”
>Dad boomed with laughter, slapping his knee.
>”Well shit. Lookin’ like I’m going to have to learn how to cook my greens as good as I do my meats. Wonder how a veggie burger’d turn out…”
>Chad looked up from his burger.
>”I got a shit load of veg recipes I could share with you. Especially my shepherd’s pie. Everyone loves my shepherd’s pie, the people who haven’t tried it just don’t know it yet.”
>”Sounds like a date.”


That's my update for today. Be lurkin'.

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>I sat at my desk watching the clock tick by.
>numbers, comas, decimals. Red and black ink.
>The life blood of business but not my passion.
>I sighed as I could feel the headache coming on...
>I grabbed the secret flask in my drawer and popped the tin open along with the fresh bottles of acetominophen.
>I swallowed two pills and swirled it with some burbon just to take the corporate edge off
>nothing like the burburn.
Until it didn't stop.

I felt a sharp pain rocket through me. I flailed casting my paperwork everywhere, and knocking my coffee mug off my desk to the floor.

Another wave of pain sent me careening off my chair to the floor where I laid on my side heaving. I watched my hand, that just a few seconds ago was holding a pen to do budgetting started losing definition.

It flowed like wax, the change from hand to round appendage, and before long my 'hand' had grown what felt like one giant fingernail.

I could feel my shirt and pants start to give way as the change continued, my chest becoming more round and my legs now swimming in my formerly tailored work slacks.

I blacked out while the final portion of the change happened...I couldn't have been out longer than thirty seconds

>A Boss Approaches
>"You're a pony now?"
>No Shit? Like neeeeeigh bitch?
>"Pon-E is illegal around here. Best accountant or not...you're fire."
>Then I realized what that meant.

>nothing but line and tackle forever! I felt my new wings and old heart flutter at the idea
>or at least until I can find a job that is hoofdicap accessible...

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>>26022548
>acetaminophen
That's my boy.

>>26020889
>>26013893
Pastebin is up: http://pastebin.com/u/elephantintheroom

I'll try to push out another update tonight, though it'll probably be late, or it'll come early tomorrow.

Thank you again for the encouragement and kind words.

>>26022244
>>”Hey, careful you don’t fall. You might not be able to giddy up.”
These jokes are awful and hilarious.
Thot seems to be taking the news well.

>>26022969
Nice. And I've added the link to the google doc.

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>>26022244
How much sleep do you get daily? I've looked at some of the times you've updated and posted at. You nearly went a whole week updating at 6 AM every morning. Pretty mucb from the start there was just a whole stretch of update times like that and even now you update around 2 to 3 AM in the morning. Take better care of yourself please. I like my writefags alive.

N-not that I'm actually concerned for your health or anything.

>>26019106
Because this is 4chan and the truth must be said regardless of feewees