Pony Transformation General

>>30384592
Fuck me raw Daddy

Second for running a pony breeding farm

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>When you realize they're putting Pon-E in the water supply to make the stallions gay

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>>30384622
Research has show that you're far more likely to be involved in such a farm as one of its mares than to be responsible for its operation.

>>30384622
>>30384691
Anon gets abducted to be a breeding pony

He gets turned into a stallion to serve as a stud

But he's gay

>>30384592
There are so many horses where I am. Is this where people go to become pone?

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>>30384748
This is the place.

>Celestia wakes up and doesn't fucking feel like running the princessdom
>One spell later and you're a dead ringer for her
>She goes to take a nap, while you wonder how bad you're likely to fuck things up during your day as princess
>Don't worry, she'll fix it all tomorrow. She could use a good laugh anyway.


>Zecora is the only zebra we ever see because she's the only one left
>Something went down - it's not important what - and now they're on the edge of extinction
>But her latest brew can turn ponies, dragons, and donkeys into zebras like her. Permanently, of course.
>It even messes with their self-identity juuuuuust enough to make them not want to go back to what they used to be.
>And it might work on even more species. She'll just have to find some and see...


>Anon is a Pinkiefag
>Which'd be just fine if Pinkie was an Anonfag
>Desperate, Anon begs Twilight for a solution
>Twi recalls Pinkie being head-over-hooves for a long dead griffon king
>Twi decides she could use some practice turning things into griffons
>It won't change his personality at all, but attraction is a very visceral, physical thing, right? Right.
>And it's not like Twi is gonna lie and say that this new griffon is the genuine historical figure.
>Hell, Pinkie might even like the idea of having exchanged that icky 'hyooman' for a handsome, hunky griffon king.

Why the anon transformed is often paired with a Male anon or a stallion but the fandom favourite ships are between two females?

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>>30384873
Good concepts. I'd like to see the first, particularly if Anon finds an ingenious way of fucking things up so badly that it's not easily reversed.

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>>30384971
If Anon was going to be with a mare he'd be turned into a stallion.

>>30385194
Why? people like Vinyl x Octavia but they don't want to be one of them?

>>30384971
why not

Will draw ponies transforming into stuff.
Species, inanimate, whatever. As long as I don't have to draw humans.

>>30384592
This shitty furfag artist again?

>>30385255
Non canonical pony transformation is more popular. But I would like to see that.

>>30386558
Transformation into cuckshed

>>30384691
>ywn be forced to make a happy pony family and care for your foals by your owner

>>30384971
i think more ships in the fandom are F-F because most characters in the show are female; if you're trying to match personality types there aren't a lot of stallions to work with

>>30386932
>ywn give birth to a foal, and feel the after glow of making life
>that one anon who complains about everything won't ever be happy and will die alone
>you will never be alone
>you will always have the herd to fall back to to make you happy
>you will find true love, even if your body has to change to do it

>>30384592
I find this image somewhat creepy, particularly Apple Bloom.

>>30386932
>ywn be forced by your owner to carry small yet loud humans on your back
>ywn look forward every day to the time of day your owner gives you oats
>ywn feel small and awkward in the presence of all those big, graceful horses

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You can become any pony of your choice, but you must become Barbie Shim's pet horsie

>>30387239
Is there even anything bad about that?

>>30387288
She'll fist you while forcing you to call her Princess Shimmy

>>30387288
I can think of a few things.

>>30387239
>>30387330
Stop your bullshit.

>>30387351
Did Shimmy not use enough lube on you, Anon?

>>30387179
It's high time we had some horse lesbianism back in this thread.

Someone told me I sound like a horse when I sneeze now. Am I becoming horse?

>>30386558
Sandwich to pone

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>>30387518
You are. Congratulations.
Stay inside in case you're contagious.

>>30387518
This is how it starts

You get to be patient zero of the pony plague, soon it will spread, others around you will sound like horses

Next thing you know your entire town will be walking on all fours, eating grass

Then one day you'll look up and realize you're all qt ponies

>>30386558
Pony transforms into changeling who then transforms into a sexier pony.

>>30387184
I'm sure you'll make a great motherly mare.

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>>30387865
Thanks.

Is it better to be the slutty mare or the motherly mare?

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>>30387537
>Stay inside in case you're contagious.
>He follows this advice.
>He becomes the pony.
>He's the only one.
>Instead of a glourious new age of equinity, anon is left all alone with nopony to share in his newfound joy.

>>30388253
Motherly, your foals deserve the best.

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>>30388253
Sometimes one leads to the other
Also some like motherly love in their loving

>>30387518
Contrary to what >>30387537 says, I think you have a duty to go out and ensure you infect as many people as possible.
You wouldn’t want to deprive them of the wonders of being a pony, would you? Of course not!
You’re a good little pony after all, so run along and get started before you start to show any other symptoms!
In my experience no one suspects a thing if you simply sound like a horse, but they start to wise up when your hair turns pink and your fingers begin fusing together.

>>30386654
Well I don't mean canon x canon exactly, but it is even rare to see non canonical ponies in female x female action (when we are talking about transformation stuff)

>>30388335
Save the TF for those that want it, Typhoid Mare-y.

UPDATE SOON /// UPDATE SOON /// UPDATE SOON ///

>>30388643
The revolver is aimed at your face and you’re pinned into standing still by fear.
Your goons aim at the Russians.
A single twitch of an eyebrow could tick off a bloodbath.
A single move of a finger will end your life.
A click, a slam of the hammer, and a small explosion in the chamber of the weapon will mark the end of your life.
It all has a Wild West atmosphere to it, the park in a complete silence, besides for the ambient music. Two desperados standing face to face eachother, only one to leave the dusty town square.
It all happens so quickly it staggers you, yet it all seems like time has stopped to a standstill.
The hammer cocks back, the powder explodes, the bullet flies, but before it hits you, you get knocked aside, on the ground. No distinctive bang a revolver would make, everything is eerily silent.
You dust yourself off and get up, to see Am on the ground.
He jumped it.
He took the bullet.

>>30388649
Your and the Russian’s men withdrew to any possible cover, bullets are flying in the air, and guns bark their overtunes of destruction.
With a help of one of your goons you drag Am behind a toppled ice cream stand.
“Am!” You shout as you frantically look for anything to stop the bleeding on the stomach where the bullet landed.
“D-Damn this hurts. Are you okay?”
“Shut up, I’m fine. Don’t talk, just, just stay still, we’ll bring you back up on your feet.” You say and hold your hooves on the wound trying to apply pressure.
Your friend coughs and smiles. “Damn, you look stupid, Doe.”
“I-I said that you shut up! Y-You’re going to be fine!”
“I-I can’t feel my legs.” Am says and wheezes, coughing. “You better make sure he gets his bullet b-back.”
“Don’t say things like that! You’re going to shoot the fucker yourself! You’ll be fine!”
You get handed a bandage and do your best to apply it to the wound.
Am holds your hoof and firmly squeezes it, before shaking it like he was shaking your hand.
“I-It has been an honour working with you, Johnny. I-I’m just going to take a nap.”


“Am!” You cry out.
Your eyes watery. Heart filled with a stinging feeling, coated matted with blood that isn’t yours, ears filled with bangs and shouting.
In the chaos, you hardly notice as you wander into the middle of it all, between the two parties.

>>30388658
In that chaos, your forehead of all places hurts the most.
It feels like it is about to erupt, explode. Your head hurts, and your vision is blurry and hazy.
The heat soon becomes unbearable, you feel like you’re about to melt and your vision sure did so.
Is it because of all the PON E in the air?
You think about stumbling back the way you came, but then like a one way mirror the veil in front of your eyes breaks and you see clearly again, but this time on the top of your vision, you see a green mist, accompanied by a sound close to glass breaking, or bubble foil popping distinctive even over the gunfire.
You see Jurij making a return to his helicopter.
“Gargarine!” You shout, overflowing with strength and vigor.
He turns around, and aims his revolver at you before seeing something.
And then you feel it.
Most of the light junk begins to float up, then your mane, bullet casings and soon, lightbulbs start exploding, the speaker stop spewing music.
Guns stop spewing bullets.
You’re floating good thirty centimeters off the ground.
“Don’t just stand there fools, shoot at him!” You hear in a slightly muffled tone from the Russian.
“Sir, the weapons are all jammed!”
“Then retreat!”
Your heart quenches with hate towards the mobster.
And in a peak of all the heat, you see a similliar mist to the one that surrounds the top of your vision nested on the gas mask of the Russian.
And then it rips off, without any outside input.
Jurij stares in a tone of surprise that’s almost tangible.
And then gasps for air before being dragged to the helicopter.
You fall on your hooves.
And then fall in exhaustion.

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>>30388663
And das it, cuntz.

>>30388663
Am no!

You know how to fuck with my emotions I'll give you that

Looks like the Russians are about to feel the wrath of a small angry unicorn

I think a bullet would be too good for them, I hope he comes up with something a bit more... Creative for them

>>30388663
Well done, and rather dark too - I didn't think that was going to happen
Time to go super saiyan and kick some Russian ass, methinks

>>30386558
Try drawing some post-tf of a man turning into a mare, looking surprised/turned on.

>>30388663
The strength was within you all along, Doe

>>30388663
hopefully becoming a pony will be the least of what happens to Juri Gargarine

>>30388663
>>30388761
Juri needs to be turned into the little mare, then have her legs removed and mounted to the wall of a public restroom

For what he's done he deserves to spend the rest of his life as a cock sleeve for hobos

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>>30325260
>rolling over, sitting, fetching, that sort of thing
This is dog tier. I expect better from intelligent former human ponies. Basic magic tricks at a minimum.

>>30386558
Royals into furniture

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>>30388791
This would be nice.

>>30388253
The respectable single mare of course.

>>30384873
Pinkie would have some weird tastes like that. I wonder what kind of awesome coronation party she could throw.

>Outbreak of ponification across Earth
>The first sign of the oncoming changes is a cutiemark appearing on your ass, then twenty-four hours later you become a pony
>Anon finds a cutiemark one morning, signalling his fate
>His friends/family that are still human try to console him/quarantine him in case it's contagious/take him out for one last night on the town while he's human and can handle more than one beer
>His friends/family that are already ponies want to prepare him for his new life/convince him that being a pony is great and that there's nothing to be afraid of
>The warring factions practically tear him in half trying to get him away from the other side

>>30386558
Anonmare standing on her head.

Anonmare being forced to take ballet lessons.

>>30390771
I doubt he'd want to see or think about ponies in such circumstances. Better to go drinking for a distraction from the horrors of what awaits.

>>30386558
You should draw Moonglow making Lighting his bitch

>>30390771
Temporary tattoos make a great prank in this world.

>>30390771
>>30391033
>Someone puts a temp tattoo of a dick on you
>After laughing about it, you realize it won't come off
>You must attempt to snip the dick before it snips you

Pony transformation surgery is now available, if you take out a small loan of one million dollars you can afford a set of hooves, a mane and tail, a pair of pony ears+snoot and you choice of a pair of wings or a horn
Of course you could forgo the last two and get a stronger body, and you would naturally be able to swap genders

So Anon, are you ready to go under the knife and become the pony you've always wanted to be? What options will you take and how will you pay for it all?

>>30392277
I'm not giving my business plan to my competitors.

>>30392277
>Choosing the jew path of body mutilation and debt slavery.
No thanks shekelberg.

>>30392277
How much for that satyr look Dr. Double Dubs?

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Magic TF is the only way to go.

>>30334003
It's very rude to turn a pony into a dildo, without putting them to good use.

>>30388260
>hoard ponyness
>make a killing in the prostitution market

>Anon arrives in Equestria as a penniless pony and must become a prostitute to survive.

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>>30393383
Context. Sensitive.

I must have more Lucky. The mystery must be unravelled.

>>30393507
Patience is a virtue.
See >>30375697

>>30393167
>hoard ponies
>make a killing as a pimp

>>30390444
I just don't know what went wrong.

>>30394961
Meanwhile Harry becomes a pony.

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Colgate begins adding a new additive to all their tooth paste

Clinical trials show that it makes your teeth whiter and stronger, while giving the tooth paste a pleasant sweet flavor

after a few years of circulation people start noticing changes to their jaw line

After a few weeks more fur begins to grow and ears start to move to the top of the head

No one is able to make the connection before it's too late, every one has been exposed to so much of the additive that complete transformation is inevitable

>>30395215
A few years? That is a seriously delayed effect.

I want to see Anon demanding that Twilight turn him into a pony in the most childish way imaginable. Full on tantrum, holding his breath.

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>>30395388
>Requires a significant build up in your system before changes start occuring.
>The amount of additive in the toothpaste is practically negliable, "<1% Ponidol."
>It's flushed out of your system by the next time you brush, even if you brush twice daily.
>But they didnt account for it building up over time in the water supply
>Again, the amount per litre of water is practically nothing, but it's just enough that your body isnt able to flush all of it before you take another dose.

>>30395850
You'll have to step up to brushing three time a day.

>>30387978
>transformation into a more realistic pony than expected.

>>30384873
>zecora turning ponies into ziggers
WE WUZ PRINCESSES N SHIEEEET AN WE WILL WUZ AGEN

>>30384971
>why do so many anons want to be fucked by a stallion?
Because they're fags

>>30397088
I always knew that pony wasn't to be trusted.

>>30353983
‘Transformative cuddles’ is one of my trigger phrases so this got worked into a Cuddly Doom title card. It came out pretty good. If ya like garbage.
The one with Clementine Breeze and Morning Star is still (somewhat distantly) in the pipeline, possibly in addition to some more cover art.

>>30373968
Nanomachines, son.
But seriously, I just have a comfy routine of getting home from work, figuring out what scene to write each day, and then typing it out while baseball’s on.
~800 words per hour for a couple hours each night nets 8k just during the span of a work week, plus whatever else I need to do on weekends.
I find it particularly motivating to know that people look forward to this, week in and week out; I want you guys to enjoy reading this as much as I do writing it.

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>>30397757
CUDDLY DOOM
Chapter 3 (completed as of >>30370289) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/r3bvSkey
Chapter 4 (starting today) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/wEvA1SvL

“Can you even solve one of those things sober? I’m not sure you’ve made a whole lot of progress…”
>Ryan stiffened his back and turned the Rubik’s Cube over once again, his fingers working to sort it out in a sluggish, yet somehow still incredibly frantic, flurry of bright neon squares
>I was doing everything in my power to suppress the urge to grab it from him, shifting the weight on my feet as I watched a solitary row of red squares break amid the chaos of blues and greens
>The colorful geometric puzzle was the perfect final addition to the dim pulsing lights and rhythmic bass of the party – a little disco ball to really bring the spacious room together
>“I’m definitely sober enough to solve this! Dude, let me show you just how sober I am!”
>Another partygoer, who we both knew from the night’s outset was a lightweight in the arena of sobriety, bumped into Ryan’s back and sent him stumbling a step or two forward
“You know, there are like a dozen rooms in this house; hell, there’s an entire empty floor right up those stairs! Why do you insist on solving that in the middle of the dance floor?”
>Shouting over the deafening drop of the nondescript dance music, Ryan took one hand off the Rubik’s Cube so that he could point at me with something more than his half-lidded gaze
>“Hey! This is where the party is! See, we’re all having fun, man, ya gotta relax – Have some… uh… water… or… or something!”
“Sure thing, just don’t break that; I was hoping to get it back some time TONIGHT”
>“Oh yeah, of course! And I’ll have it totally solved long before then, too!”

>>30397768
>Turning his attention back to the puzzle, he fumbled with one of the half-stuck layers before his hand slipped, a blur of color tumbling to the ground with a resounding crash
>A flash of orange and white skipped beneath a radiator as a corner broke off, probably as a sacrifice for maintenance workers to find twenty years down the road
>Their gain was my loss, and I took a deep breath to help quell my seething need to get far away from Ryan at this exact moment, before I started a senseless fight
>As I slowly made my way through the crowded front room toward the stairs, I did my best at ignoring the cost of replacing the puzzle, not to mention ignoring his pleas for forgiveness
>“I’ll make it up to you man – I’ll get you some rum for next week’s party, eh?”
>Yeeaaah, sure thing, assuming I don’t get the short straw of being the designated driver… again… Hell, that assumes I even go to another party next week…
>It took me ten minutes just to work out the parallel parking… all after driving less than a quarter mile to get here from my place…
>When you add on all the time spent dressing up to at least be presentable in public – time that could’ve been spent levelling my characters – it wasn’t remotely worth it just to NOT get tipsy
>Ryan’s voice was gradually drowned out by the din of music and creaking of old wooden stairs as my shoes trudged upward to the house’s top floor
>The upstairs hallway was indeed barren of life, the dim overhead bulb quietly buzzing as it tried ineffectively to outdo the flashes of light, music, and shouts echoing from downstairs

>>30397775
>Nearly every one of the guys who usually haunted these rooms was off nursing their drink of choice, with one exception in the room at the end of the hall
>Alexander had told his roommates that he was out of town for the weekend, but anyone who knew the right pattern of knocks on his door could prove that to be untrue rather quickly
>“It’s open – and man, you’d better have brought me something else to drink”
>I slid the door open as a few paltry rays of light from the hallway cascaded into the cavernous room, which was otherwise lit by nothing more than a desk lamp
>Alexander was seated at his desk, swirling the final dregs of a can of beer, which based on the small stack atop his desk, was the sixth of the night… at the very least
“If ya don’t finish your beer, you can’t have any vodka! How can ya have any vodka if you don’t finish your beer?”
>“Right, sorry mom… although I could definitely go for something harder than this swill right now…”
>While I took a seat on his bed and kicked the door closed, Alexander knocked back the last of the can and cautiously formed a small pyramid with the support of some other empty cans
>The guy could certainly hold a lot of alcohol without it showing much, but between his delayed speech and wavering hands as he maneuvered the cans, he clearly wasn’t infallible
“There’s no shortage downstairs. Just slip down and grab some – they won’t even notice if a bottle is gone”
>“The problem isn’t that they’d notice the bottle of booze being GONE, it’s that they’d notice the antisocial Russian who’s HERE… You can’t just grab me some? Pretty please?”
“Well, I guess I can in a minute, although I don’t want to look like the trashy designated driver walking around with a bottle in hand… especially since I figure people will need rides pretty soon”

>>30397782
>Alexander furrowed his brow and swiftly rolled up a sleeve away from his watch
>“What the hell, it’s already… quarter past midnight… and has nobody, nobody at all, left yet?”
“Well, nobody that needs me to give them a ride home…”
>Alexander threw his head back and groaned, the alcohol on his breath mingling with the faint smell of beer, body spray, and dirty clothes that lingered in the room
>“People gotta get out of my house, fuuuuck”
“People have a hard time leaving your wonderful house, hey, just look in a mirror for Exhibit A”
>“Hey! Okay. No. No no no. That’s not even my fault, man. Because I actually bought bus tickets and was down at the station, right at five once classes let out – got there early and everything”
>“I’m sitting there for a while, and the bus never showed! Now I gotta go through their bureaucracy for like two weeks just to get my thirty bucks back; it’s hardly even worth the time”
“The bus just… didn’t arrive? The one that was supposed to be connecting through the city?”
>“Yeah, they didn’t say why, but in the station I was sitting near the, uh… traffic controller guy, I guess? You should’ve heard the stuff this bus driver was shouting at him, it was crazy, man”
>“Driver was losing his mind, saying the bus was overrun and all this stuff about shit screwing with the passengers’ heads… he went silent pretty soon afterwards so I take it his radio died”
>“And I get those guys need to make a profit, but come on, those buses are designed to run for, like, a hundred thousand miles but have double that tacked on – of COURSE they’re overrun”
>“I hope it was just a belt or a thing with the steering wheel. I dunno, he said his hands were cramping up; I’d hate to hear it was carbon monoxide or something messing with them”

>>30395627
That's how you become a zigger filly

>>30397790
“Ah, I hope they’re alright. It’s not a super long drive from the city so it must’ve been a big deal. Any reason you didn’t tell your roommates about this ordeal?”
>Alexander conjured another beer from a previously unseen box on the floor, cracking it open in the midst of an indifferent shrug
>“Eh, they’ll figure it out sooner or later. What’s wrong with a guy wanting to get drunk alone on a Friday?”
>Tapping my hand on the upper leg of my jeans, I rose to my feet and wandered to the side of Alexander’s desk, avoiding a few scattered books on the floor in the process
“My parents could probably give you a dozen reasons against it, but you’ll hear none from me. Say, what’ve you been working on all this time, anyways?”
>“Ah, as I’m sure you’d recognize, anatomy notes!”
>With a modest grin, he waved a hand over the copious papers covering his desk, the endless sheets plastered with the mad scrawling and crude sketches of someone truly fit to be a doctor
>His hand floated toward my chest, gradually balling up into a relaxed fist and playfully punching me in the torso
>“Gonna be addressing me as ‘doctor’ in six years… give or take. But here and now, that’s still your gig”
>As my gaze followed his arm, it dawned on me that I’d arbitrarily chosen to wear one of my old EMT T-shirts, its dark blue cotton emblazoned with a cracking Carmine Ambulance logo
“Shoot, I’m no doctor; if anyone knows the basics of consoling a drunk kid, they could do just as good a job as me”
>“Hey man, give yourself some credit…”
>I thumbed through the nearest page of Alexander’s notes, gradually finding myself getting lost in thought as nostalgic memories from old lectures rushed back

>>30397794
>After a few minutes had passed, I snapped out of my reverie, setting down a couple of pages pertaining to eyes and kidneys
“I should probably be getting back out there –after all, I’m sure someone’s going to need a designated driver sooner or later”
>“Preferably sooner… and while you’re at it, you said there’s hard liquor down there? I’ve had enough with these notes for tonight; I just want to be so, so so far gone by half past one”
“Ahhh, sounds about right man, I’ll see what I can do”
>I couldn’t manage to stifle a chuckle as I opened the bedroom door and stepped into the doorframe toward the renewed pulse of bass-heavy music
>No sooner had I shut the door behind me and taken one step did the long, swinging ponytail of Ryan’s girlfriend poke around the hallway’s corner
>She was hunched over the top stairs, her face twisted with sobering concern even though she was undoubtedly at least a few drinks deep herself
>“Uh… James… you’re an EMT, right?”
>There it is, a question I never liked to hear. At least she wasn’t in hysterics about it, enough to read the logo emblazoned on my shirt with a nod of understanding
>“Ryan’s feeling a bit… off… would you mind taking a look at him down here?”
“Yeah, sure thing… my kit’s in the kitchen”
>Today’s your lucky day, Ryan; I may still be a bit pissed, but I’m good at putting petty shit in the rear-view mirror when I need to help people
>Without another word, we descended into the mania of dancing partygoers in the front room, a small crowd apparently enamored by something near the edge of the dance floor

>>30397799
>I could see Ryan anxiously seated in a chair in the kitchen, but my journey was momentarily stalled by curiosity, the wall of onlookers mostly blocking what seemed to be a pair of colorful blobs
>As someone shifted to the side, I could see slightly more, the pastel colors resolving into blue and purple, with a texture akin to fur based on how the light was bouncing against each wriggling mass
>Were they a pair of large plush toys? They were at least a few feet long so no one in their right mind would bring something that nice, and probably expensive, to this trashy party…
>Actually, no, they can’t be plush toys, the purple thing’s got feathers, not fur
>No wait, it actually does have fur, although that would-
>“James, you coming?”
“Uh… Yeah, be right there!”
>I turned back toward the kitchen, taking a few short steps through a narrow hallway to find Ryan seated at a table, his drunken, agitated expression dimly illuminated by the light over the stove
>The diagnosis was pretty straightforward without any questions whatsoever – you’ve knocked back just a few too many – but talking was still helpful to get people thinking, calm, and comfortable
>With a clinical force of habit taking over, an almost unconscious part of me jumped into the first set of questions
“Hey there Ryan, how are you feeling right now, having a good time at the party?”
>Retrieving and zipping open the small bag of medical supplies I’d left out of the sight of prying partygoers, I pulled out a pair of nitrile gloves, procedural muscle memory taking over once again
>As they slid over my fingers, I realized I didn’t really need them, but gloves were cheap, and I could always raid the ambulance if my personal kit ever needed more

>>30397808
>“I’m having fun, yeah. I’m really sorry about your puzzle again – I actually got the piece that broke off and put it back in, if… if it makes you feel any better”
>Raising the Rubik’s Cube from its resting place on the table and turning it with a twist of the wrist, Ryan’s sheepish smile was the most telling admission of the guilt he felt
“You didn’t mean to drop it; it’s quite alright. Although it’s still not solved, eh?”
>“Well, see, I got a bit more done, but my hand’s been aching for a few minutes and had to put it down”
“Your hand? Mind if I take a look?”
>“Nah, go right ahead – also my forehead’s kind of hurting, though I figure that’s just the alcohol making itself known”
>Ryan held out one of his arms, and though my original intention was to deftly check the dexterity of each of his fingers, as I wrapped a gloved hand around his wrist, I quietly gasped
>Taking a seat in a chair next to him, I leaned in for a closer look at his forearm, the hairs of which had unmistakably turned a lurid mix of bright blue
>“So I take it I’m not the only one seeing it…”
“Ryan, this doesn’t look like paint or anything… why, or what… did you get someone to put hair dye on your arm?”
>I pinched a small clump of strands and slid my fingers along their length, ultimately finding that the color wasn’t simply adhered to the hair’s surface as it would be with cheap paint
>It was clearly the work of a professional, the color permeating all the way down to the roots with remarkable consistency, despite the blue’s marked difference from the originally brown hairs
>“I don’t… remember… getting this done… I’ve been here at the house since classes wrapped up; when could I have done it?”

>>30397816
“Okay, in that case, maybe when you first noticed it? Because someone must have put this dye on at some point”
>Nervously starting to question what kind of chemicals might be at play, I hadn’t recalled anything out of the ordinary about Ryan less than ten or fifteen minutes ago…
>Whatever this was must’ve worked pretty fast, which could mean it was administered in an excessive dose
>I set my phone on the table, knowing that if the symptoms spread across his skin, to others, or worsened beyond cosplay levels, I’d want to have an ambulance on hand as soon as possible
>I briefly glanced at Ryan’s forehead – the other oddity he’d mentioned earlier, and noticed a small lump of bright blue discoloration veiled underneath his overhanging hair
>Maintaining as neutral of an expression as possible, I resisted my curiosity to poke at it, especially in light of the fact that some mystery chemical could be all over my gloves at this point
>Uneasily, I slipped my gloves off, being careful not to make contact with the contaminated fingertips, and tossed the offending articles into a nearby wastebasket
“I’m not actually sure what would do this… bright blue pigments like this… don’t just occur naturally…”
>“Wait, actually, yeah they do – How do you explain blue jays, or bluebirds?”
“Those are structural colors; they just bounce the light in certain ways, much like why the sky’s blue. Okay, bright blue HAIRS don’t exist, I’ll clarify”
>“Still though, what about the pony out in the front room?”
>Pony? What pony?
“Are you… are you seeing things? Has your headache gotten worse… Are you feeling alright?”
>“No, really… The blue one, and then there’s another oddly colored purple one too”

>>30397826
>If this was a practical joke, it was turning into a really elaborate one; there weren’t a lot of people who knew I was a low-key fan of My Little Pony, although those who did liked to rib me about it
>Still, I couldn’t imagine Alexander or any of my other close friends convincing Ryan, of all people, to get in on the act just to get a rise out of me
“I think… those were just plush toys… it’s… synthetic fabric and dyes…”
>“Nah, full sized, real talking horses! I got to pet the purple one, cute as a button! Said her name was Storm Cloud and she was telling me about how excited she was to make friends here”
>This was getting weird… I couldn’t imagine Ryan taking hallucinogens, and even then, that wouldn’t explain what I was seeing on his arm…
>Maybe Ryan mistook the plush for a real thing… if it were packed with a shitload of servos and a speaker… or a high-tech ventriloquist’s dummy… the hairs might have rubbed off on his arm…
>Wait, that doesn’t make sense… I saw there was a blue pony but he said he was touching the purple one… maybe the blue one’s hair’s came off? But still, it was Ryan’s OWN HAIR changing color…
“Ryan, uh… you said you had a headache too, why don’t you… tell me all about what you’ve had to drink today”
>“Well, it’s more of a pain in my forehead than a headache, but… my drinking began around nine when people started arriving and I opened the first beer…”
>Leaning back, I put my hand to my chin and let my staring eyes wander around the room, giving the appearance of being lost in thought even as I found it hard to focus on Ryan’s regaling
>My gaze landed on the modern silvery finish of the refrigerator door, giving me a slightly distorted view of the front room’s reflection through the narrow hallway

>>30397836
>It was a mostly dim space punctuated by fancy lights and the slow undulation of a crowd shifting under the collective sway of alcohol and pulsing music
>But amid the overwhelming sea of black and red from students sporting school colors, there was a dancing spot of blue… brilliant, shimmering blue… in the unmistakable shape of a pony…
>As its tail whipped about and its hooves danced a jovial little jig, deep down I felt strangely unsettled, as though this… robot? Puppet? Drug-fueled vision? As though it were something sinister…
>Even if it were the real deal, my blood ran a bit cold and a shiver raced up my spine as something seemed wrong with the scene, in spite of this pony’s adorableness
>Attempting to tune my ears to the clamor of drunk female shouting from the room, it was clear the ponies had the attention of many of the girls, even though the guys were largely oblivious
>“Come on Sky Meadows, let me give you another drink, you’re just too cuuuute!”
>“Hey, I didn’t get a very long chance to cuddle with her earlier…”
>“Yeah, not like Mary, she’s got those cute ears and tail and hooves… I’ve always wanted to snuggle a pony – no wait, but, even better, to be one!”
>“Well, now there’s three of them, so more to go around! Here, you take this pink one…”
>“Snuggle her, she’s so soft! Don’t you want your fur to be just as soft and adorable as hers?”
>Rapidly beginning to question the truthfulness of the reflection, I took note of a whole spectrum of vivid colors rapidly appearing on what had once been the sparingly clothed skin of each girl
>No, this can’t be happening… This is impossible… Blue isn’t a natural color to be spontaneously appearing on someone’s skin, never mind green, bright yellow…

>>30397848
>Ryan’s girlfriend, who had one of her arms curled around the purple pony, was toying with its mane and… wing… while patches of dark blue appeared to seep across her arm
>My eyes flicked back to Ryan, who was still inattentively counting off on shaky fingers the array of drinks he’d consumed in the past few hours
>I tried desperately to remain calm, doing my best to control my breathing and keep my eyes from going wide, as either would have accomplished nothing more than spread alarm
>Come on, you’re a fucking EMT… you’re supposed to be the one with his head on straight when everything’s going to hell!
>It’s got to be some kind of weird gas leak, maybe someone’s spreading hallucinogenic drugs through the air – this isn’t the time to panic… but it’s no time to be sitting still either!
“Ryan, can you give me a second, I need to check on something…”
>“Wait, but my arm…”
>I briskly stumbled to my feet, taking a few steps toward the front room, the excited group of half-neon girls… and for when things really went south, the only door I knew to get out of here
>It was a solid plan until Ryan’s girlfriend rounded the corner, her face and arms covered with dark blue fur and a pair of fuzzy ears poking through the top of her mostly-brown hair
>She wasn’t someone known to smile much, whether drunk or sober, so the sight of her grinning – pony ear to pony ear – was terribly uncanny
>“James, hiiii! How friendly are you feeling this evening, huh?”
>Abruptly halting, I scurried backwards, pinning myself again the wall of the kitchen as far as possible from her, and secretly hoping that Ryan would get a hint to break down a wall and start running
>That is… unless the bright blue hairs… fur… on his arm meant it was already too late for him…

>>30397854
“Ryan, I think you and your girlfriend need to get to a hospital! Like, now! Something’s wrong!”
>The infected girl was utterly unfazed by my suggestion, utterly unalarmed by her own physical changes, and still shambling toward us with an unbalanced gait of drunkenness and… something else
>While I found it hard to avert the gaze linking her forbidding eyes to mine, I noticed that she was walking on her toes, her feet seemingly slightly elongated as her tight socks strained
>Her toes clicked unnervingly against the tile of the kitchen floor as she stepped into Ryan’s line of sight, the concerned boyfriend suddenly paralyzed with shock upon seeing her
>“Nothing’s wrong with us… Ryan, look, we match; we’re both blue!”
>Wrapping her arms around her boyfriend, she held out one of her arms next to his, the thickening patches of fur on each radiating rapidly
>Ryan’s eyes went wide, suddenly sporting an expression of unabated fear, but doing so only briefly before he mellowed to a smile and let his eyes slide shut, slowly returning the embrace
>While I still had a window of time to escape uninfected from… whatever was happening… I bounded off the tile into the hallway
>I didn’t spare a glance back to discern whether my half-blue-furred friends were pursuing me, but if I didn’t get out of this house soon, I would have a lot more to worry about than just them
>Thankfully, everyone in the room ahead had their attention directed toward other people or the front door, meaning that with a few light steps, I was able to sneak to the base of the stairs

>>30397860
>By now, the room was populated by a small herd of ponies numbering at least a dozen, many of whom were still partially entangled in the trappings of their former clothes
>A nearly equal number of people were already well on their way to meeting the same fate, many lovingly embracing a pony as their fingers began fusing into brightly colored hooves
>Others were faltering from their feet as their hips realigned and their pants shifted downwards against the pressure of a new tail, succumbing to gravity as the flood of equines enveloped them
>Despite the dance floor having been stiflingly warm for hours prior, one guy sporting a full three piece suit was still putting up a respectable fight, the ponies unable to breach his clothes
>Doing his best to keep his exposed hands high, he’d fervently struggled to within a few feet of the door, swinging his elbows frantically
>I used his shouts as appropriate cover under which to climb the creaking stairs, my self-perceived helplessness beginning to dawn as everyone touched by a pony rapidly joined their ranks
>“Get the fuck off of me you pastel freaks, I don’t want to be one of you! Leave me the hell alone!”
>Rolling into the upstairs hallway from the top stair, I peeked around the corner just enough to see the purple Pegasus, who had been one of the first in the room, snap her wings outward
>With a leap, she soared toward the guy’s chest, wrapping her wings and forelegs tightly around his torso while gently nuzzling his neck, a clashing lime green color beginning to spring up
>The brave fighter’s breathing gradually slowed, a wave of calm and pleasure overtaking his face as he lowered his arms, the suit’s fabric slowly relaxing its creased folds
>A pair of Pegasi at his side quickly took to nuzzling his hands, a series of pops echoing through the front room as they shifted into what I presumed would be hooves very, very soon

>>30397865
>With some twenty to thirty ponies flicking their sensitive new ears amidst the booming bass of the former dance floor, they turned their attention to the development of their herd’s final addition
>Slumping against the floor, his suit was enveloped in several different colors of magical auras, the soft glows clumsily but steadily succeeding at removing his armor, piece by piece
>In the meantime, the ponies without horns were starting to glance at the rest of their surroundings, the most recent victims kicking off the last of their clothes while others flicked their manes
>Much as I was deeply intrigued by the scene – magic, unicorns, Pegasi, all I’d ever dreamed of! – I desperately wanted to remain a passive observer by any means necessary
>Withdrawing my head into the upstairs hallway before any of the ponies could see me, I crawled to Alexander’s door and tapped out the pattern alerting him of my presence
>The knob lurched open with a click, adding to the unnerving cacophony of giggles, hoofsteps, music, and shouts of glee
>The noise was all snuffed out a moment later as I rolled into the bedroom and let Alexander shut the door in my wake, swiftly locking its flimsy knob
>I rose to my feet, heart still hammering as my trembling posture refused me the ability to stand straight
>“Are you feeling alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost – you were only gone a few minutes”
“Alexander… please tell me you… you took the bars off your window…”
>“The old wrought iron frame? The one I hate architecturally but at least it keeps burglars out? I still have those up – I don’t open this window much”
>He paced to the window and threw the curtains aside, revealing a breathtaking nighttime view of much of the town, but alas, the view was partially obscured by thick metal lines

>>30397872
“We gotta get the fuck out of here, man”
>“James… what’s going on?”
“Please, look, there’s no time to explain, just…”
>Drawing in a deep breath, the unpleasant smell of the room suddenly gave me an idea, one that I didn’t really want to act on… but if we couldn’t run, we’d need to hide
“Okay, Alexander, how much do you trust me and my crazy ideas?”
>“Oh, I trust them more than my own… Yours usually get results…”
>His half-hearted approval would need to suffice, as I grabbed a can of body spray from the top of his dresser, uncapped it and held its nozzle down as a vile aerosol filled the room
“I don’t know how strong their sense of smell is, so we need to make this room a fucking gas chamber – I promise I’ll help you wash the smell out for weeks on end later if we survive”
>“Survive… what?”
“These… just trust me… these ponies, okay. Think zombies, but smaller, and more adorable. But. For. The. Love. Of. GOD. Don’t let them touch you no matter what. I’m dead serious”
>“Okay, okay! What, are we supposed to just hide in here?”
>He and I each coughed amid the thickly scented chemicals lingering in the air, a sickening mix that blended with the alcohol enough to make me truly envy those with blocked sinuses
>With clearly perceptible hoofsteps and the creaking of wooden stairs getting louder just beyond Alexander’s door, I glared at him, my breath suddenly caught in my lungs
>I hoped my staring eyes would say everything my mouth couldn’t: Yes, Alexander, we’re going to hide, and by the grace of God this is going to work!

>>30397883
>Pointing him to a hiding place beneath his small bed, I turned off his desk lamp, set down the can of body spray and carefully, quietly, slid his closet door open
>Squeezing inside and closing it behind me, I couldn’t see much through the thin ventilation slits that did a lot of block my view, but little to block out the drifting smell of body spray
>It was hard to resolve much in the darkness, although the slow rise and fall of Alexander’s chest beneath the bed stood out, in addition to the faint glimmer of…
>Is that his pocketknife? His dinky little three inch blade that he uses to open packages sometimes?
>No no no… put that away, you can’t take on the horde of ponies out there with that butterknife!
>For once in your life, don’t be a cocky bastard and pick your battles wisely – if you fuck this up you’re going to get us both turned into horses!
>I wanted to dissuade him, but as a hoof thumped against the door, I realized a frantic, wide-eyed nod of disapproval in the darkness was the best I’d be able to do for my friend

Remember when Storm Cloud and Sky Meadows broke away from the other group at the end of Chapter 2?
They’ve returned, alongside a brand new cast of characters, for Chapter 4!
As is to be expected, the exciting continuation of Cuddly Doom will be released on Thursday June 29th.
I hope you all have a marvelous week, cheers!

>>30397891
Nice update, it always makes me happy to see this

>>30397891
Good shit.

>>30397891
Your through put on this has been amazing
I love your writing, the tf sequences in particular

>>30399711
To become a pony, rub a pony's cutie marks and make a wish.

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>>30397125
What?

>>30388395
Here's something, https://derpibooru.org/1472487

>>30345591
I guess Daisy lost someone close to her to alcohol poisoning in her previous life.
On the plus side alcohol did seem to make him more agreeable to the transformation.
It hurts to think that I'll never have a friendly pony to braid my mane.

>>30401784
Glorious!

I can't believe we've been around for half a decade. Like damn.

>>30402218
Unbelievable isn't it?
The ad said pony transformation in 30 minutes or it's free.

>>30402218
Only 5 years? Feels like more.

>>30401784
It's times like this that I miss Sevenpaperplates.
Why does my breakfast cereal not come with free pony TF?

>>30397792
Or forced transformation into the unreasonably mature, sensible and boring mare.

>It is july 14th.
>Discord has turned you into a pony of your choice and is about to teleport you into the middle of trotcon.
>Your special talent is the object to your left.
>If you either dont get cuddled at all or cuddle 100 different people before the convention ends, you get to stay as the pony.
How fucked are you.

>>30402218
Where's my fucking nanomachine filled plush? What a scam.

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>>30403217
I'm quite happy cuddling one or two people and being a temporary pony. Only problem is how am I going to get home from there.

>>30403237
Tragically mishandled by the deliveryman.

This could potentially be an interesting TF story idea >>30402399

>>30384592
You missed poor Spacewolfe from the OP again!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-Cuh8qxD-hk8oMxpuwrH0pD7858VmDOaf9gEjMGo8Ks/edit

I know it hasn't been posted in a while but Rangers Brood Mare story really fucked me up
https://pastebin.com/NybTq2pg
Something about what happened to this anon just disturbed me, and yet I've been drawn to pony TF ever since

Positivity has offered to make a hypnosis file based off of a story from here, and asked to for a list of popular stories

Here's what I have so far:

Brood Mare by ranger

Zephyr by Zephyr Writefag

One Lucky pet by Buckett

Old Pony TF Story by clopworkiskill

Adjustment by CROWholic

How I learned to stop worrying and love being the sluttymare by CropTool

Pon-E by emms

Cuddly Doom by Geoffrey-McDermott

Please Don't Hurt Me by JazzTeeth

Plushie Lyra Adventure by Plushlyranon

Anonymous Bosch, A Sixpence for your Thoughts? By Pony Samsa

Bad Trip by PrismAnon

Drugs tho by RichAnon

Immense Power by Sribbli

A Buggy Holiday by Spacewolfe

Trading Faces by TF-Sential

Reflected Rendezvous by ThatGuyWithTheFace

My Little Stallion by The Panic

Five Score, Divided by Four Twisted Spectrum

CRUNCHTIME by Woofr

Zēnith Zenith Star

Radiance by Zero & Infinity

High Flyer by Mr. Blue

Are there any other stories you think should be included?

>>30404457
Welcome to PTFG. Many more horrors and delights await.

>>30404492
The Adventures of Bob and Gerald.

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>>30404492
The story that's actually about hypnosis.
https://pastebin.com/7RgzVGi2

>>30404492
Plushie Lyra

>>30403217
Would being a pony be worth cuddling the kind of people to go to mlp conventions?

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>>30405513
Those people are bad enough when you're human. Once you're a pony they're going to get very grabby. In short, hell no.
The only viable plan is to have the whole convention turned into ponies and slip out in the confusion.

>>30403217
The object to my left is a blue horsecock dildo, what does that make my talent?

Also I would totally get cuddled by 100 people, you could probably do that in a few hours if your smart about it

>>30403237
You've been here forever crow; you know by now that the ride doesn't end.
Everyone who's been successful at escaping the throes of ptfg has already done so in a white van, while the rest of us live out our Sisyphean fate as humans.

>>30404636
Oh my god the memories.

>Be Anon
>Live in a weird, weird world
>Turns out, Hasbro controlled everything, not the long-nosed fellows
>In this weird world, if you're really really hopelessly down on your luck, you can join the ranks of a class of domestic pets at no cost to you
>And people will adopt you and take care of you
>At little cost to them
>Because somehow, there are enough people willing or forced into the program that it's actually profitable to do it
>You, however, were not wanting to be a little pony
>You did want a nice car and house and boat
>Which you got using technically legal info
>But you couldn't pay for it
>And the debt collectors offered you two choices
>1. You join the pet pony program and Hasbro forgives your debts
>2. They wrap a tire iron around your head until you can pay them back
>You took 1
>Which is why you no longer drive a Maserati, live in a mansion, and swim in your own pool
>Which is also why you sit in a shelter for most days, talking to other ponies and watching Hasbro-owned TV programs
>Which is why you lost your hands and feet
>You were now a little earthy green pony named Field Hooves, and were unable to remember that you used to be called Anon
>You wake up in your little bed in the small closed-off area you called your room
>It was like a doghouse and an apartment complex put together
>You talked to your friend Green Tea and discussed philosophy and other deep shit
>All-in-all, life was pretty peaceful
>It wasn't as good as doing donuts on your jet ski in your pool, but it was okay

>>30405717
A talent for the design, construction and use of high quality pony sex toys.
It'll be extremely useful when everyone becomes the little mare.

>>30364789
Not the most sensible choice of venue for becoming a pony. You don't want to have to deal with shrinking out of your clothes and losing the ability to carry them.

>>30402492
Time flies when you're having fun, Anon.

I didn't just post to jerk off btw, there's a new chapter of adjustment too.

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/126506/10/adjustment/out-on-the-town

>>30408479
Thanks!

>>30387524
>make a sandwich for a pony.
>they enjoy it so much that you earn a cutie mark.
>become the village's resident sandwich making pony.

>>30409107
>Meet two wonderful stallions
>Be the middle of a pony sandwich every night

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>>30409247
Selfish. There's a shortage of stallions as it is. You should make do with only one stallion.

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>"What do you mean, I'm not a real filly?"

>>30409996
You have a little horsecock right there, Anon
You're just a trap

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>>30403217
>Glass of milk to my left
Atleast I get to become the milk mare I've always wanted to be

>>30409455
>Everyone in this thread becomes a pony of their choice.
>There's only 3 stallions.
I can easily see that happening, and that's a high estimate.

Think Gumo will stay dead this time? They aren't talking on the Discord either.

>>30410167
What could be better than sharing a fresh glass of milk with your fellow con attendees.
Disclaiming responsibility for any resulting transformation.

https://derpibooru.org/1473653
Would you fuck a transformee?

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>>30410593
In Soviet Equestria transformee fucks you

>>30410330
WallMixer made him into a pretty trap horse

Soon you will be one too

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>>30410293
Nonsense. There'd be at least five. But half of them might be gay.

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>>30410076
Anon gets the horsecock in him, not on him.

>>30407424
Anon will learn someday that being the little mare is much better than silly tangible gifts.

>>30410999
>half

>>30411965
Specifically, the back half.

>>30410999
>ywn make /ptfg/ into your giant gay horsie harem

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>>30411903
Being the little mare is the greatest gift of all.

>>30407424
Honestly I would take being a pony over being rich

Even if it meant I was some ones pet, I'd take it.

I wan't to be held, I want to be loved

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>>30412213
As a pony you gain the infinitely more valuable riches of friendship.

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Time for your checkup, /ptfg/!

>>30410741
Wally must have made them a mute trap, seeing as how they're not responding to a direct mention on the Discord!

what if we are ponies dreaming of being human

What if reality isn't real, it's all an illusion created by some villain to keep the population of Equestria under control?

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Cuddle Daki, Get Pone'd

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>Being the little mare doesn't mean you won't still have responsibility as a mother

We have a poll for which story should be made into a Hypnosis file
https://strawpoll.com/ss1e1a4

>>30415621
>no option for Brood Mare
It's shit.

>>30410330
>Gumo staying gone.
Fingers crossed.

>>30415876
Sorry to disappoint, but I've got a little update. Here it goes:
>You’ve decided to go and handle that statue problem, today.
>You’ll be in and out in no time at all.
>At least, that’s what you planned.
>But only in a few moments, you’ve realized how things won’t be that simple.
>Once in Pony Land, you instantly decided to use your magic to take you directly to the statue.
>However, you instead found yourself pressed against some invisible wall, sliding down it.
>After falling flat on your ass, you make an irritating discovery.
>The statue is a few yards ahead of you.
>You can see it clear as day.
>What can’t be seen is the wall blocking your path.
>Sure as hell can feel it though.
>Testing this barrier, you start poking it.
>Feels as solid as brick.
>Doesn’t stop a horse from walking right through it though.
>You blink in confusion, watching the pony walk through it without even reacting to the wall.
>What are they doing that you’re not.
>Maybe the invisible wall is only high up?
>If you get low to the ground, at least around pony height, is there an opening?
>Going prone, you start edging your way closer and closer towards the wall.
>Only for your snout to ram into it.
”Ah, fuck!”
>The horse’s head snaps towards your direction.
>”Who’s there? Show yourself!”
>You’re pretty glad that you’re invisible right now.

>>30416199
>That embarrassing moment aside, you have a problem now.
>Something is preventing you from getting in there.
>What is it, some kind of magic barrier?
>Doesn’t seem to keep any of the ponies out.
>How does it keep you out, but let them?
>You’re not versed enough in this weird world to know for sure.
>But maybe Discord could have prepared you better, maybe mention this barrier?
>Yeah, this is definitely his fault.
>If he wanted you to bust him out, he should have told you it wouldn’t be so simple!
>That’s when an idea hits you.
>You can go /over/ the wall!
>Smirking, you fly upwards.
>Well, less fly and more levitate, but hey, it’s basically flying.
>Once the horse who just entered the barrier looks practically ant-sized, you try moving forward.
>No barrier!
>Confident you’ve found an exploit, you lower yourself quickly.
>Although, you quickly find that going so fast was probably a mistake.
>You slam into yet another invisible wall about halfway down.
>Gritting your teeth you hope that you don’t let out any more vocal indication that you're here.
>You start sliding off the invisible wall slowly.
>Well, you learned that this wall is a dome now.
>That’s /so/ helpful.
>Now you’re once again flat on your ass, feeling pretty damn upset about this fucking wall.
>But there’s a lot riding on doing this, you can’t stop now.

>>30416209
>A part of you wants to try going under the wall.
>But from all the cliche cartoons you’ve seen in your life, it probably won’t go well.
>You’ll find yourself closer than ever, only to run into the wall yet again.
>And you’re not going to be the butt of yet another dumb slapstick moment!
>That said, you need to come up with something.
>As you sulk about the shit hand you’ve been dealt, you hear some talking.
>”Are you serious?!” asks one voice.
>”I am! I swear I heard a voice!”
>”And you really didn’t recognize them?”
>”If I did, I wouldn’t be freaking out like this!”
>”Okay, okay, calm down! Should I call the captain?”
>Moving closer towards the voices, you see the pony from earlier and one in similar garb.
>They look like guards.
>Oh, so they’re /guarding/ this thing too!
>More details you would have liked to been warned about.
>Their conversation continues.
>”Yes, please, even if it’s nothing, he should be out here right now, this is dangerous stuff.”
>”Yeah… Do you really think Discord has been slipping out of his bindings?”
>”That’s what the princess seemed to imply… and you’ve heard about all the stuff that’s been going on!”
>The stuff that’s been going on?
>Do they mean… you?
>That… might explain the amped up security around this place.

>>30416217
>Maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have been so obvious with your wreaking chaos.
>But the damage is done, there’s nothing you can do about that.
>One of the guard horses walk off, leaving the one who was here before all alone.
>Just looking at him you can see that he’s pretty rattled.
>They’re constantly looking around, checking all around for some threat.
>Looking for you.
>You might just be able to use this to your advantage.
>Positing yourself right next to him, you lean in close.
“Hey~”
>You whisper as softly as possible, holding back a chuckle.
>The guard practically leaps out of his hide, looking around even more frantically than before.
>”Wh-wh-who said that?!”
“M-m-me!”
>The guard is actually shaking now, quivering with his tail between his legs.
>Some guard.
“Ah, you seem to know about me, don’t you~?”
>They nod slowly.
>”Y-yes…”
“So you’ve heard about what I can do~”
>Another nod.
“Oh, but I don’t think you fully grasp it! Here, have a sample!”
>Peeking through their mind, you can tell they have a big confidence issue tied to their masculinity.
>So you do the most logical thing!
>With the blink of an eye, you turn the pony into a mare!

>>30416229
>Doesn’t take them more than a few second to notice that their armor fits more loosely.
>Looking over themselves their eyes somehow go even wider.
>”Wh-what did you do?!” she asks in a shrill voice.
>It’s almost cute!
“What? It’s a fitting correction! Considering how much of a pansy you are~”
>”I-I”
>You hold an invisible finger up their muzzle, pressing hard enough to get them to stop.
“Look, it’s very simple. All you’ve got to do is take down this barrier and you can go back to being the stallion you once were!”
>The scared mare hyperventilates, looking around for anybody who could possible help her.
>But, as far as you can tell, the talk of Discord trying to break free has kept people outside of assigned guards from coming too close.
>And his friend is off getting the captain.
>Coming to realize they have no out in sight, they sigh.
>”I can’t take it down! B-besides, if you can sneak past it, what does it matter?”
“Sneak past it?”
>”Well… if you’re sealed in there, yet talking to me out here…”
>That’s when it hits you.
>Sure, there had been hints, but it only just now clicks.
>The ponies think /you’re/ Discord.
>Surely the voice is a giveaway?
>Then again, you don’t know if Discord ever moonlighted as a chick in the past.
>And now you have a horrid mental image that will never ever leave your mind.
>Fuck.

>>30416240
>In the mare’s mind, she’s raised a valid point.
>If you /were/ Discord, you probably wouldn’t be too worried about this barrier if you could slip through so easily.
>But, you aren’t Discord, so you need an excuse.
>That’s when it hits you.
“Notice how I’m invisible right now?”
>”Y-yes…”
“Well, that’s because of this barrier, I can’t fully take form until I have this gaudy thing out of here!”
>The mare starts stammering something.
>But, not wanting to hear any bullshit, you cut him off!
“If you help me out in this, I’ll leave you alone! Heck, I might even help you!”
>”Help… me?”
“Oh yes! I know how worried you are about your fellow guards respecting you, I can make you the best guard Pony La-, I mean Equestria has ever seen!”
>She actually look like they’re tempted by your offer.
>You can’t help but grin a bit, this is going too well!
>”N-no, I can’t!”
>Ah, nevermind, spoke too soon.
“Are you telling me no?”
>The mare stamps her hoof.
>”I-I can’t let you have free range! I need to protect my friends and family!”
>Aw, they probably feel brave and strong right now!
>But you’re aren’t sharing this happy moment with them.
“Looks like you’re of no use to me anymore then, oh well.”

>>30416247
>You snap your fingers in front of their face.
>She blinks, confused.
>”Wh-what was that?”
>Moving a little ways away from the mare, you simply watch things happen.
>”H-hey! Answer me!”
>She’s shaking again, you can’t tell if it’s out of fear or the effects of your magic.
>Her ill fitting armor disappears, she won’t need it anymore.
>Your spell was pretty simple, just a simple mental thing.
>It’s going to build up her confidence, which is good for her!
>But, not in the way she wanted it.
>Oh no, she’s going to be a promiscuous little pony.
>You’ve never seen ponies get at it, but she’ll want to get at it more than any of them!
>Even the little picture on her ass begins to change, becoming a heart in a cage.
>You chuckle, watching the horse begin to freak out.
>There’s two personalities vying for control in her mind, and the one you made is probably stronger.
>After all, this little horse is, or rather was, a coward!
>By your estimate, it took roughly five minutes for the mare to succumb to her slutty personality.
>She looks around, probably confused as to how she got here.
>Shrugging, she trots off, probably off to find a stallion to hit on.
>You wonder how cognizant the old personality is.
>You expressly chose to keep it in there, albeit locked away.
>Maybe they’ll have fun!
>Or despise every second of it.
>You probably won’t care enough to go check in on them.

>>30416253
>It’s not too long before the other guard returns with another horse.
>”Who was that sir…?” asks the guard bashfully.
>”I didn’t recognize them, but she was certainly… friendly.”
>Oh, looks like they met your little “friend”!
>Feeling proud of yourself, you move in close to them.
>You notice that the captain, or at least the one you assume to be the captain, has a horn.
>In your time fucking things up here, you’ve come to recognize different variants of horse.
>Some can fly, some can’t do shit, and some have magic horns.
>Magic… like, anti-draconequus barriers.
>And if they didn’t make it, there’s a chance they can get rid of it!
>Now, you could theoretically do some slow burn to get your way.
>But after everything you’ve had to put up with?
>No fucking way.
>You’re going in hot.
>Uncloaking yourself, you stroll up to the two horses.
“Hey, assholes!”
>They instantly turn to face you, their eyes widening with surprise.
>Before they can call for anybody, you conveniently strip them of their voices.
“Now, you’re going to open that barrier, or things are going to get very sour very fast.”
>The guard yells something at you.
>It might even have offended you if they, you know, actually had a voice to express things.
>Noticing their newfound muteness, they stop trying to talk, instead resorting to glaring at you instead.
>The other horse seems to be edging his way closer to the barrier.
>He’s trying to get away isn’t he?
>Shows why he’s the captain, he’s actually using his brain!

>>30416259
>However, no amount of brain can protect him from you!
>You pick him up off the ground, floating him over towards you.
“So close, yet so far~”
>Their face is a mixture of anger and fear.
>An appropriate response to have!
“Now, do you want this all to be over? Because all it’ll take is using that little horn of yours to take down that barrier.”
>The captain doesn’t seem to budge, he’s even starting to kick a bit.
>Sighing at his insistence to resist, you face him towards the other guard.
“Five seconds until I start making you regret your stubbornness!”
>Freezing the other guard in place, you look at the captain.
>You can’t help but wonder if he’s sweating under that white fur.
>Do horses sweat?
>This isn’t the time for that!
“Five…”
“Four…”
“Three…”
“Twoooo…”
>He’s still not doing anything!
“Oooooooooneee~”
>And with that, time is up!
>Without a second thought, you turn the other horse into a roach.
>It’s a little anticlimactic seeing as how cartoony bugs aren’t that disgusting, but they are small and insignificant!
>It should get the point across.
>There is a genuine look of horror on the captain’s face.
“Have I made my point yet?”
>Sighing, the captain still doesn’t attempt to remove the barrier.
“You’re horribly disappointing, you know that?”

>>30416267
>You start trying to come up with a way to increase the tension.
>Setting Captain Stubborn on the ground, you brainstorm.
>You could squash the bug, that’d be easy.
>Would probably make the captain go ballistic too!
>But you don’t exactly want to kill anything.
>Groaning, you look at the captain.
“This would be so much easier if I could just possess you or something.”
>And you suddenly find yourself looking through a different set of eyes.
>When you stand, you’re on hooves!
“Oh come the fuck on!”
>If you knew it was /that/ simple, you’d have done this from the get go!
>Feeling absolutely one hundred percent done with this shit, you walk right through the barrier.
>You get through without so much as a push of resistance.
>Looks like /being/ a horse physically gets you past it.
>Looking right at the statue, you think one very simple thought.
>Break.
>And it does.
>Just like that the statue shatters, flooding the area in dark smoke.
>When you can actually see again, you’re back in your body outside of the barrier.
>Or at least, where the barrier once was.
>Moving forward, you step through with ease.
>The captain is lying on the ground unconscious.
>And next to him is Discord himself.

>>30416276
>Discord stretches, cracking his joints.
>”Ah, I knew you could do it Eris!”
>He looks over at you, the most smug grin imaginable on his face.
>”But, before we finish this up, I’ve got something very urgent to attend to!”
>Winking, he disappears in a puff of smoke.
>He’s really one for the theatrics.
>You wind up waiting a few minutes before he returns, panting.
>”That was… marginally difficult!”
“What did you do?”
>”Well, seeing as how word hadn’t got out that you broke the statue, good job on keeping things quiet by the way, I was able to get the jump on the usurpers who locked me away in the first place!”
>He’s grinning, leaning against the pedestal he once was stuck on.
>”I forgot that the second one wasn’t on the moon anymore, but nothing I couldn’t handle with the element of surprise!”
“So uh… I did what you asked…”
>”That you did! And with style! I expected you to go the easy route and possess the guard straight away! But no, you scared him by making a ruckus before destroying his very existence! That was beautiful!”
>He’s applauding you right now, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.
”Y-yeah, style!”
>”I cannot thank you enough for your effort, and now it’s time that I fulfill my end of the bargain!”

>>30416286
>Both of you are suddenly back in your room.
>Discord snaps his fingers, your red door changing into a blue one.
>”There you go, direct access to Earth!”
“What about Equestria?”
>He chuckles a bit, patting your shoulder.
>”That’s my turf kid, you’ve been promoted to the Earth chaos deity! No need to worry about my home anymore.”
“What if I need to talk with you? Or just want to visit?”
>He shrugs.
>”Just call me! You’ve done it before, you can do it again. Just, don’t try getting my attention every five minutes like some sick puppy.”
>You nod.
>”Great, with that all covered, I’ve got some work to do! Enjoy your independence!”
>He disappears in an instant, leaving you to digest all of that.
>So… you’re debt free now.
>That’s cool.
>He seemed pretty adamant that you don’t need to go to Equestria anymore.
>Not that you’re really complaining, that place is weird.
>Staring at the door, you start thinking.
>You’ve got access to go to Earth, do whatever you want whenever you want.
>You’re free range…
>Are you going to abuse this?
>Probably.
>Okay, definitely.
>But hey, it’s your right to abuse this!
>After all, chaos is your job now.
End of Part One


And that's it! The next section of the story will focus on Eris' exploits on Earth, the kind of shit she winds up getting into and possible threats she wasn't even aware of. As always, any critique is more than welcome, every bit helps.

>>30416296
It's shit.

>>30416296
Fuck yeah. I've been looking forward to this.

>>30416334
Glad that you're interested, be sure to tell me what you think!

>>30416390
Why are you such a fucking shill?

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>>30416286
Keep up the good work

>>30416296
Was a bit perturbed by the ego death of the first guard, seemed totally overwriting them is the same as killing them and making a new pony. Not my bag. That said, it was decently written and enjoyable aside from that, and I look forward to seeing how adventuring on Earth will lead to the third act, if there is one with the third act in Equestria

>>30416576
Yeah, I went into the encounter with it having a negative connotation in mind. In part to subvert the "happy slutty mare trope" and to also build on things, like how Discord was so proud of that in particular. Sorry if it was a bit out of your comfort zone, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't in part shoot for that. Not all chaos is fun you know~

>>30416576
>>30416616
He's explictly not dead though, just locked away behind the slut personality.
Less ego death and more like ego coma.

>>30414847
Do you become the pony to match the daki?

>>30365388
Really nice exploration of the darker side of the Pon-E universe.
And the ultimate evil, giving the pony such a terrible name.

>>30417315
Yep!

>>30410999

>become the little mare
>have to fight over the attention of the few straight stallions
>while all the gays are enjoying having another qt stallion all to themselves

Why are people straight, again?

>>30417595
You could say the same about anything like that

We're here to see people turn into ponies, griffons, dragons, changelings and anything that crosses our fancy

>there's only 10 kinds of genders

>>30397891
This is a fantastic horror story.

>>30415621
>no CRUNCHTIME
What's the point?

>>30417595
Why indeed, when you could become the little lesbian mare instead?

>>30417595
>>30418244
Because dick in vagina feels good and being a father / mother is the only other imperative your body has besides 'survive.'

>you will breed / give birth to a legion of foals with your herd.

>>30415557
Use protection.

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>>30414269
Did you transform into a high pony before you came up with this notion?

>>30417785
How would a CRUNCHTIME file differentiate itself from a Pon-E file to be worth it though?
Everyone loves Keyboard Masher, but I'm not sure to what extent I'd want to BE Keyboard Masher.

A Pon-E file is plenty good for hypnosis purposes if you want that; I highly doubt it'd pigeonhole you into non-blond mane/tail and non-blue eyes, just use your imagination

>>30419246
Fair enough. I just wanted to be Keyboard Masher.

>>30397768
Is that a new picture? It's pretty damn awesome.

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>>30419413
Imagine being a writer and discovering that some fan was crazy enough to transform themselves into your transformed pony OC.

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What do you think of human to seapony transformation?

>>30420212
6/10

>>30414847
You buy your pony pillow. When you cuddle it you're exposed to chemicals turning you into the appropriate pony. It's only temporary, lasting about hundred times the length of the exposure.

>>30420600
Digest pillow.

>>30420634
According to the Mayo Clinic, that's about 5300 hours of ponification.
A little over seven months total, not bad.

I think you'd be better off just cuddling it for a half hour daily.

>>30418283
Foals would only get in the way of leading a fun life as a pony.

>>30376083
I hope there's going to be more of this. I want to find out what this unicorn's agenda is.

>>30416666
He's loving it secretly.

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>ywn be a little unicorn poner
>ywn never turn volunteering horsefuckers into other ponies with your magic
>ywn start the town of Little Equestria together
>ywn help eachother out in building small homes
>ywn accomodate human tourists who do l-lewd and various other things to you/your friends
>ywn never start families and bring up the next generation of ponies

>ywn never find something truly worth living for

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>>30398304
>>30398342
>>30398788
>>30417728
Thanks everyone! If you like sizable updates with a fair deal of spooks, I think you’ll enjoy tonight’s.

>>30419498
Yup, drew it last weekend. If you’d like, here’s the version without any title text.

>>30422171
Also, thread theme (sorta)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wOUbN0-COE

>I ain't at home
>Home's where I'm coming
>I close my eyes to see
M-my heart.

CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30397891) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/wEvA1SvL

>For a moment, I remained hopeful that upon hearing no response from Alexander, the ponies would simply leave his bedroom door unopened
>Unable to fully steady my breathing, I softly gasped when another hoof thumped repeatedly against his bedroom door, this time considerably louder and more insistent than it had been at first
>My position in the closet was already almost as far back against the wall as the menagerie of assorted coats and shoes would allow, but I pressed further as the hoofbeats echoed menacingly
>An unnerving pause briefly followed, only to be shattered by the crash of hooves against the door, the pony landing a solid kick that sheared the lock and threw the door open in a single hit
>Light streamed into the room, flooding brilliantly over the carpet, books, bed, and closet door, though it predominantly passed on the darkness in which Alexander and I were concealed
>A faint glow hung in the room’s air as light struck the lingering haze of body spray, which I prayed would help shroud any trace of us that the ponies would otherwise detect
>A pair of silhouettes threw shadows across the floor, and upon closer inspection I resolved their forms as a dark blue Pegasus and a light blue unicorn
>Clearly, Alexander had realized what they were as well, as he shot me an expression that couldn’t find a stable balance between fear, intrigue, and confusion
>It was as if to say, he may not have believed me before now, but if these were the very same beasts that had filled my eyes with that horrified gleam, something truly bizarre was taking place

>>30422233
>Each pony glanced into the room hopefully, the light blue unicorn quietly identifying herself as a mare as she flicked her long, flowing mane to the side and let out a disappointed sigh
>“It doesn’t look like he’s in his room – ponyfeathers, I was really hoping to make friends with him!”
>She took a few steps forward, her hooves halting only a couple feet from Alexander’s hiding place beneath the bed as a powerful cough escaped her throat
>Unsuccessfully attempting to fan the air with a hoof, I worried she was going to inadvertently hit Alexander… and spread the infection in the process
>“Goodness, what is that awful smell?!”
>The Pegasus still in the doorway let out a long, monotone note of confusion, cocking his head to the side while his marefriend persistently tried to clear the air
>He took a nonplussed step into the room, quickly gagging and shutting his eyes against the aerosol onslaught
>Fanning his wings in a desperate attempt to provide some circulation, it was a minute or two before the unicorn’s coughing finally stopped and she could get a word out
>“That’s… what I was talking about…”
>“My word, do you know whether he’s always lived like this? In this overpowering air smelling of body spray?”
>“I… I wouldn’t know – I mean, it isn’t usually socially… acceptable…”
>“To drown one’s self in these chemicals, or for you to come into his room?”
>“For us to come into his private room when we were his roommates, and if he became a stallion I definitely wouldn’t be coming in here, well, considering you and I are already a couple”
>“Well since you became a mare, it’s a good thing I ended up as a stallion then – you don’t need any others tempting you, eh?”
>The dark blue Pegasus stepped next to the much smaller unicorn and wrapped one of his wings around her barrel, nuzzling his face against hers while avoiding the prodding of her horn

>>30422241
>In the darkness, I clamped a hand around my upper arm, trying to keep my blood pressure high enough to avoid passing out as a void opened where my stomach had once been
>Oh, fuck, no…
>No no no…
>Don’t tell me that the soft-spoken unicorn mare just beyond the closet door is… was… Ryan…
>He played football and hockey all through high school… he and I worked together to put up new timbers in the house… he was always the person carrying a hundred pounds over his weight…
>He was never perfect and we weren’t incredibly close, but he was a really good guy… a good… guy…
>He had been perfectly healthy, if a little inebriated, but then in what seemed like the blink of an eye he’d lost his species, his gender…
>…And if his willingness to take it all in stride was any indication, he lost sight of the guy he once was, too…
>With pleading eyes, I begged Alexander to put down the knife he was still firmly gripping, which he gently did upon realizing he wasn’t prepared for a fight with these adversaries…
>Not when they were capable of turning him into one of… them… and they seemed happy, even if the human bodies they – Ryan and his girlfriend – had discarded… were now just memories
>I… I know I don’t want to end up like that… In the words of Talbert, everything’s right where it should be… and by God, that’s how it’s going to stay!
>The Pegasus broke from the embrace with a deep cough, tracing his marefriend’s mane with a hoof as he eyed her sweetly
>“So I guess if Alexander isn’t here, from the looks of things…”
>“I… I could’ve sworn I heard footsteps in here, honest!”
>“It’s okay dear, I don’t doubt you! I’m just as disappointed as you are that we couldn’t make friends with him right now”
>“He mentioned that he’d be travelling this weekend… So that must be where he is…”

>>30422249
>The Pegasus stallion wandered over to Alexander’s desk, pulling the chair back and jumping onto its seat as it slid a few inches along the carpet
>A gust of wind whipped about the room when he reflexively twitched his wings mid-jump, knocking a few empty beer cans to the ground in a heap with a dreadful metallic clanging
>“If he’s gone though, why did he leave behind a bunch of beer cans? Not to mention all these notes – couldn’t he be studying these on the bus?”
>“That… something about that does strike me as a bit odd… Is it possible… he was still somewhere in the house?”
>Alexander looked at me from under the bed with wide eyes, his breathing rapidly increasing in tempo as his hand drifted back toward the knife, gently wrapping around the cold metal
>No… steady, Alexander… just stay calm… don’t be too quick to act here…
>The stallion flicked his tail, hooves moving the papers rather quickly and absentmindedly at first, but then… more slowly, as though his attention was being demanded by something else…
>“What was that? Did you hear something?”
>“I did – You heard that too?”
>The ponies rose to attention, their spines stiffening as they swiveled their ears about, the pointed tips standing on end as much as they could manage
>I held my breath, taking one final look at my trembling friend while he was still privileged to have ten fingers and toes
>I’m sorry Alexander… I’m so sorry… all I could do was warn you in what little time we had… there were too many of them… it all started too fast and spread too fast…

>>30422257
>Amid the dull thud of bass emanating from around the hallway corner and down the stairs, a faint voice echoed, our meager human ears unable to discern it
>Our equine counterparts, on the other hand, seemed to perceive it loud and clear, swiveling their ears to catch the noise as they looked at each other
>“Was that Storm Cloud?”
>“Yeah, sounds like the herd’s heading out to make some new friends”
>The Pegasus jumped off the chair, his wings excitedly catching on a few papers that reached the ground shortly after the impacts of his hooves
>“Oh, I can’t wait, what fun we’re going to have!”
>“Let’s get going before they get too far away! I still need to thank… uh… whoever the pony that James is now… I need to thank them for being such a caring friend!”
>“Agreed! I know it wasn’t us who showed him the ways of friendship, but I’m glad he learned them all the same – It’s so wonderful that he was in the house and he’s in our herd now!”
>“I just can’t wait to get some fresh air after being in this foul room…”
>The Pegasus giggled at his marefriend’s comment, presenting her a toothy grin as he wrapped a wing around her and they trotted through the doorway
>With a brilliant, alien glow, the door and unicorn’s horn were each enveloped by a magical aura that caused the door to swing closed without physical contact, plunging us back into darkness
>The only light to be seen was the moonlight drifting in through the barred window, and if I were a bit higher in the closet I’m sure I’d be able to see the gently glowing lights of the town below

>>30422262
>For as peaceful as everything looked now, a shiver ran down my spine as I realized the calm would be evaporating very soon, and very rapidly as the ponies began fanning out
>There was just enough light to make out the vague silhouette of Alexander beneath the bed, his chest rising and falling dramatically with each deep breath, each exhale struggling to remain quiet
>The sight prompted me to release the breath I’d been holding for what felt like a full minute, my jaw hanging open as the suspense dissipated, if only a little bit
>We could be nearly certain that there were still ponies gradually filtering out of the house, but following their less than thorough search, at least there were none in Alexander’s room
>Neither Alexander nor I dared move as we heard the slam of the front door, indistinctly drowned by the bass-boosted speakers that watched while passively, apathetically thumping away
>There wasn’t much pony life to be easily heard in the wake of the cheery voices and faint thunder of hooves exiting the house, but that monotony was a double-edged sword
>Alexander and I didn’t know whether we’d be able to discern any lagging hoofsteps against the backdrop of music, and with the ponies’ exceptional listening, who knew what they could hear…
>The time dragged like chains for well over an hour, the pauses between playlist songs downstairs functioning as the best timekeeping mechanism I could surmise
>Alexander had a watch, but it wasn’t worth asking him for the time while so much was still at stake, as a single pony remaining in the house could spell doom for both of us

>>30422273
>They certainly seemed to be curious, skilled, and social creatures, giving them an alarming effective repertoire in the realm of search and destroy, or rather, search and ‘befriend’
>The house’s echoing heartbeat had a unique tenseness to it, with Alexander and me listening and repeatedly mistaking various percussion instruments for the unnerving clacks of hooves
>Each lonely song would begin, crescendo to a drop or peak, throw in some choruses and bridges for conformity’s sake, then disappear to repeat the whole process again, every four minutes or so
>It was maddening… four minutes, eight minutes, twelve minutes…
>Of all the things I’d have expected from the opening hours of an apocalypse, anxious boredom wasn’t high on the list
>I simply wanted the music to conclusively stop so we could know for certain whether the ponified roommates had stayed, but the digital disc jockey was truly demonstrating its staying power
>Amid the thumping of bass, at one point I could have sworn I heard a relatively distant gunshot outside the window, heralding the beginning of the inevitable turmoil
>However, its echo gradually died, and even in a pending apocalypse, the rarity of a single gunshot led me to question whether it was a car backfiring or a synthetic sound effect on the playlist
>After a full hour in the prevailing darkness of the room, my eyes adjusted quite well, though there wasn’t much interesting scenery to look at aside from Alexander’s diverse signs of confusion
>I briefly considered throwing down against him in a classic game of rock-paper-scissors through the slits in the closet’s door, but it didn’t seem appropriate for the time and place
>Instead opting to twiddle my thumbs to the music’s beat, the subtle fidgeting helped me relax a little bit in the midst… of…

>>30422279
>What’s going on…
>Alexander… what are… you… what’s going on? Alexander?!
>My heartbeat was stirring to a frenzy the more I stared at the shadows shrouding my friend beneath the bed
>His neutral expression caught a few flecks of moonlight, but amid the inky darkness, the top of his head was silhouetted with… a point…
>A blurry point right where the ponies’ ears had been…
>No…
>It… it can’t be… Alexander… no, no no no, not you too! Please!
>We were so careful! I thought we took every precaution we could in what little time we had, and never made physical contact – this isn’t fair! No, this just isn’t fair!
>What more could I have done? What… Whatever’s causing this, is it an airborne virus that got to you? And come to think of it, it could’ve gotten to me then, right?
>Oh God… Where… where did I make a mistake – I must have done something wrong… this is my doing! I’ll do it over again, I’ll do it right, please give me a second chance!
>Alexander, fight… fight it! It’s only taken a little piece of you, don’t let it win, please! Please don’t let it win!
>We’re like brothers, I won’t care if you’re one percent pony – we can cut off your ear and call it a day, just fight it! Fight it, fight it, fight, please!
>I didn’t know what to do for my friend, and as the thought set in that I might be losing him, on top of already having lost a dozen of my other friends, my resolve to hold back tears crumbled
>Silently weeping at first, my cheeks were already wet before any shuddering gasps came though, resonating with the first sound from within the room since the ponies left an hour ago
>The blue ponies, that is… if they got any part of Alexander, he and I were both doomed to ponydom already; it just took a bit of time for the inevitability to actually set in

>>30422287
>Maybe it was Alexander’s enhanced ears doing the listening, but his eyes returned from wandering the carpet, ultimately landing on the closet door from which my gentle sobbing originated
>His face was wrought with concern & confusion, and while he didn’t have much space in which to shift his position, he tried to raise his head toward me to see what was wrong
>In doing so, he shifted his arm… as well as the flattened hand which he’d been resting against the side of his head near his temple…
>And as he moved his arm, the point where his… pony ear… had been… slid away into the shadows
>It… it was gone… So… He wasn’t… He wasn’t going to be a pony…
>It had all been a mistake… just a trick of the light in the shadows…
>I wiped my eyes, trying to console myself that for once a positive turn of fortune had arrived
>Alexander’s face said everything he and I were both wondering: For Christ’s sake, why are you breaking down, now, of all the times to lose it?
>And to tell the truth… I don’t know… I’m sorry… It’s just… the shadows… your hand… I was so scared of you losing your humanity… that I let it… it got the best of me for a moment…
>Finding it difficult to make eye contact with him, I hung my head shamefully, returning to twiddling my thumbs as another song started up and a final tear rolled from my depleted reservoir
>Alexander, I’m worried about losing the only friend I think I can still trust in this town… but I know I still need to toughen up, neither of us is guaranteed to stay human forever…
>If I… If we can stay calm, if we can assess things for what they really are, this won’t be the end of us… We won’t let that happen… I won’t let that happen to us

>>30422294
>I let out a forceful exhale, slowing regaining my personal sense of calm in the desensitized darkness of the cramped bedroom closet
>The sense of calm beyond the window, on the other hand, was rapidly deteriorating, as the cacophony carried by the wind brought with it reports of gunshots, crashes, and clashes
>If the steady timekeeping of the songs downstairs was reasonably reliable, the outcries of the ponification campaign started occuring as much as once every few minutes
>Repeatedly, a shattering window accompanied the chaos of a car running off the road, followed by a few horrified shouts as the humans inside got picked off like sardines from a can
>When patterns of gunshots came through, they were always the same, never reflecting any semblance of a proper defense that really stood a chance
>One or two steady shots - if they were lucky - followed by a few in frenetic, rapid succession as the unseen shooter was hopelessly overrun by equines
>For those caught in the wave of ponies, successfully reloading seemed to be an unattainable privilege, and far out of the question for those who couldn’t even make use of a full magazine
>To say that the resistance was anything but negligible would be laughable, as there was a distinct lack of sirens, and the number of shots ringing out was hopelessly low
>A total of twenty or thirty shots, even if they hit their marks, was hardly enough to simply deal with the initial herd that had departed my house…
>I was initially surprised that so many people were even awake around two in the morning, but it dawned on me that as the panic spread, people were awakening to the furry horrors
>Whether many of them had time to actually fight back as they were roused from sleep was a different question entirely

>>30422301
>My imagination conjured thoughts of my eyes sliding open to see the unrelenting smile of a pony silhouetted against my bedroom ceiling, its tail flicking with excitement as it pulls back the blanket
>As a ceiling fan slowly swirls in the darkness overhead, the pony’s gentle caressing brings a few strands of mane groggily into view…
>First a single pink arc… then a few more locks appearing in clumps… then a flood of pink hair as the changes wash over me, my head being thoroughly taken by the infection
>Rapidly, it races down my nose, my face pressing out into a muzzle through which I can only manage to let out a single shocked gasp
>Trying to push the pony away does nothing but incur the transformation’s wrath further, hands turning to hooves on contact as my body weakens, becoming as small as the pony’s
>By the time she lowers herself from her domineering standing position, my chest… barrel… is rising and falling frantically with each deep breath
>And then… nothing… I can’t imagine what happens to me after that, because the final embrace of the pony marks the end of it truly being ‘me’ after that point…
>The process is swift… unrelenting… dangerously efficient… and by the time it’s done, I forget why I was even fighting back in the first place
>However, the story doesn’t end there – the transformation finishes, I join the herd, and it all repeats… except I’m taking part in it from the pony’s perspective the next time…
>The noises outside seemed to originate from a steadily creeping wave, one without a distinct front line, but as we listened, Alexander and I could tell that the chaos was growing more distant

>>30422313
>I had to hope someone else, somewhere, was awake at this early hour of the morning and had found a successful hiding spot, or had managed to escape…
>There are… were… thousands of people living in this town – they couldn’t all become ponies, could they?
>With the crash of a car somewhere nearby, my ears caught the slow timber of a utility pole, the illumination from outside growing slightly dimmer as the glow of streetlamps flickered out
>In the same moment, the music went quiet downstairs, the thud of rhythmic bass giving way to silence throughout the house, save for our breathing and firm heartbeats
>In one form or another, I guess that’s exactly what I’d wanted to happen…
>Alexander held his ear to the floor while I listened to the air around us, anxiously waiting for any signs of ponies active in the house
>The silence was crushing, with each of us flinching at the slightest gust of wind, but as time dragged on, we became more confident in our willingness to conclude that we were alone
>Alexander let out a sigh before putting forth his entry for the quietest perceptible whisper ever uttered
>“It’s been fifteen minutes – I think the coast is clear…”
“Yeah, I think so, too”
>“What fuck, dude… who was that girl pony earlier? I don’t have any girl roommates; I never have…”
“I think that unicorn is… was… Ryan, and the Pegasus with him was his girlfriend; there was blue fur spreading all over them last I saw”
>Alexander’s breathing became markedly labored and his face twisted into shock as he grappled with the implications I’d set before him
>“You can… you can come out from hiding whenever you’d like, I’m just… going to keep lying down for a bit… I’m just a little dizzy”

>>30422321
“Yeah, take your time. Don’t come out by the front of the bed though; I don’t know what kind of pathogens caused these transformations, so we have to assume anything they touched is infected”
>“Right, right, that’s a good idea…”
>I slid the closet door open and moved to the window to shut the blackout curtains, hopefully to prevent peering Pegasi eyes from seeing in, and prevent any light we used from spilling out
>Curiosity meant I couldn’t stand on this end of the room near the window without catching a moonlit glimpse of the town… or at least, what remained of it
>A pair of thick smoke plumes curving across the sky pointed the way to a pair of distantly wavering fires, the flames making quick work of a cluster of structures on the far side of town
>Just above the horizon, a small group of Pegasi circled some unseen target, one of them doing a carefree corkscrew in the midst of their decisive victory
>Though Alexander’s watch would be quick to point out that it was the early morning hours, I still found it unsettling how dark it was, save for the warm orange glow of the fires
>There wasn’t a single streetlamp to be seem for blocks, nor any lightbulbs, cars, or illuminated signs – not even a private generator seemed to be in use anywhere
>As I shut the curtains, I couldn’t help but think how the Dark Ages had prominently resurrected after their centuries of dormancy… and those were not good times

>>30422327
>Turning back into the room, Alexander had risen from his hiding place and shook out one of his legs with relief
>Grabbing a tissue from a suspect box at his bedside, he stepped over to his desk and picked up a small flashlight, making sure to avoid direct contact with everything around it by any means necessary
>Tossing the tissue into a wastebasket, he winced as the otherwise dim bulb assaulted his unprepared eyes, the room veritably glowing after the hour or two we’d spent in darkness
>“Oh, goodness. And what happened to everyone else at the party? Did anyone make it out?”
“The ponies were close to the door early on, and it spread like wildfire… one almost made it out, with… ‘almost’ being the key word”
>“And you think everyone else in town…”
“We both know they probably met the same fate”
>He let out a forceful exhale, setting his hands on his hips while his eyes flicked back and forth
>“Well, shit, we can’t just stand around twiddling our thumbs until they find us to turn those thumbs into hooves!”
“I just don’t know what we can do about it…”
>“We need to get a message out to someone, someone who would believe that we’re trapped in a hellscape of cuddly terrors. My phone’s not working; do you have service?”
>I dug my hand into the pocket where my phone should have been, only to find it barren
“Shoot… I left it downstairs when I had to book it out of there…”
>“I’ll help you get it; let’s go before the ponies get the bright idea of returning to the house”
>With a flick of the wrist, he removed another tissue from the box, gently draping it over his hand as he stepped toward the doorknob, the flashlight’s glow dancing in his hand
“Alexander, wait…”

>>30422333
>Halting his movement, he straightened up next to the door and looked at me with determined but confused eyes
“When people get turned into ponies, they seem to keep their memories even though their primary directive suddenly becomes the relentless conversion of everyone they once loved…”
>“Yes, that’s what you were telling me – they’re adorable zombies; what’s your point?”
“We’re the only ones who know we’re here, and hell, they seem to believe I’m already a pony in their herd. So if one of us is seen and gets turned into a pony…”
>“…shoot, that means we BOTH spend the rest of our days eating grass and flowers in the fields…”
“Right, so if we both go, we’re doubling our chances of being noticed or touching something that was infected”
>“Damn, you do make a good point...”
“Alexander, I… I don’t like the idea of going it alone in the apocalypse, in any capacity…”
>He set a hand on my shoulder in an effort to ease my troubled mind
>“I’m not going anywhere – we’re in this together even if I’m not right beside you. We’ve been together since the first day of classes, and I’ll see you through to the end of this mess”
“Th-Thanks… Okay, get the phone, get back, piece of cake”
>“You can do this”
>He poked my chest with the handle of the flashlight, gently patting my shoulder and stepping back with a smiling display of encouragement
>I can do this. I can do this.
>Floating his hand toward the doorknob again, I didn’t balk this time as he turned it, opening the door to the darkened hallway into which I promptly threw a circle of light

>>30422339
>As I slowly walked to the top of the stairs, Alexander’s bedroom door creaked behind me, just in inch or two short of fully shutting
>I lifted my foot and set it down as carefully and stealthily as possible with each step, keeping much of the flashlight’s glow shuttered as it wavered in my trembling hand
>In the lifeless silence, every sound seemed to echo infinitely, from the rattling of the decrepit pipes in the ceiling, to the unnerving creaks of each step I descended
>I reached the base of the stairs and looked out into what had once been the lively front room, full of cheery partygoers simply happy to have made it through another week of classes
>Far gone were the hours of drinks and music, and the scene now took on the appearance of a rapture’s aftermath
>Spilled drinks and an assortment of abandoned clothes littered the floor, everything from shirts and pants, to underwear in various stages of ripping
>Some people had fought tooth and nail to keep their transformations from occurring, while others’ hearts melted at the sight of the ponies and giddily threw away their clothes to join them
>I shut off and pocketed the flashlight, a dim blue glow softly illuminating the room as a laptop in the corner, the former music master, ran down the last of its battery life
>Its perplexed screen searched for the missing notes of the playlist’s stream, a pair of error messages blinking to no one in particular that Wi-Fi and power were in desperately short supply
>Absentmindedly I reached for a pair of jeans with some passing curiosity about exploring its pockets, but realized my mistake only a moment too late as my hand wrapped around the denim
>If these were on the floor… and they had been on someone who’d transformed… oh, shit, no, no!

>>30422341
>I let go of them, and as they crumpled to the ground again, I violently jerked my hand back, grasping its wrist with my other hand as I stared at the exposed palm
>I fucked up… I didn’t even make it thirty seconds before fucking up… Some pony’s hooves, fur, feathers… were definitely touching that at some point, and I rushed to do the same…
>I’m sorry Alexander… you were so careful and if you were here, you’d have stopped me from making such a dumb mistake – you were always the smart one…
>I stared at my hand for a full minute, my heart hammering as I waited for my fingernails to start turning blue, or for fine green hairs to start pushing out of my palm…
>…but it never happened…
>For as fast as I knew this infection was supposed to spread… it didn’t… and as my breathing slowly calmed, I realized that I wasn’t about to become a pony…
>Okay, so maybe the infection was only effective in directly cuddling with the ponies; I guess that makes it a bit easier to deal with – just avoid the ponies
>Although… it’s still better to not tempt fate
>Clicking on the flashlight again, I made my way through the narrow hallway back to the dark kitchen, ultimately finding my medical kit right where I’d left it while treating Ryan
>With a pop, I opened it and removed a pair of nitrile gloves, sliding them over my hands as a knight would put on a pair of gauntlets
>I couldn’t resist the urge to waggle my fingers a bit – even after a few years providing medical services, acquiring the perk of touching things without consequence was oddly entertaining
>The EMT pouch in which I kept my kit was adorned with a few straps designed for tactical vest webbing, but just as well, I zipped it closed and secured the straps snugly around my belt

>>30422346
>Grabbing my phone off the table, I unlocked it and checked my signal, the cool glow of the screen glimmering brightly throughout the whole room
>The signal showed zero bars… damn, I always got at least three or four in this town, even while indoors…
>Of all the times for it to go out, this wasn’t the least bit opportune, and I had to wonder whether the ponies had a hand… hoof… in the network’s sudden outage
>Clicking it off, the cell phone slid into my pocket and reached for the landline attached to the wall in the corner of the kitchen
>Pressing it to my ear, I let out an irritated sigh as the phone whined out an unerring dial tone, effectively turning it into a useless hunk of plastic
>Damn, this really wasn’t supposed to be easy, was it?
>Returning the headset back to the receiver with an annoyed click, my gaze settled on the wallet and keys left on the chair where Ryan had been seated a few hours earlier

>>30422353
>Opening the wallet, I didn’t know what I expected to find out of the ordinary – there was a faded greyscale picture of the person once known as Ryan on his driver’s license
>Naturally his ID photo, like so many others, didn’t sport much in the way of a grin, and I would have been ecstatic to see him – the original Ryan – doing anything but grinning right now
>The unnerving thought of his girlfriend shambling towards me with her toothy, half-ponified smile was still burned into my mind, and it was strange to think that joyous faces now conjured fear
>I shook my head in an attempt to clear the errant thoughts, ultimately turning Ryan’s wallet to its side and eyeing the forty dollars that a pair of abandoned bills represented
>What would money even be good for in the scenario Alexander and I currently found ourselves in?
>Figuring it was definitely a bit immoral to do so, but also considering Ryan… or the unicorn that was once him… probably wouldn’t be returning for them, I pocketed the bills
>If Alexander and I could get beyond the ponies by one means or another, a fair deal of pocket change would be useful for buying essentials

>>30422359
>The glimmer of his car keys caught my eye, and I bit my lip contemplatively while considering our chances of making a break for it on four wheels
>Hell, there were probably a dozen sets of keys in the various pockets and purses now scattered through the house – we’d have free reign to choose the fastest or most fortified car
>But the gauntlet of Pegasi that we’d be facing for several miles through the town was do-or-die, and it didn’t seem like anyone before us had been very fortunate
>A few hits to a standard car window would be enough to break it, and from there, a Pegasus that manages to get in the car has every close quarters advantage
>Within a few moments, it’s impossible to grip the steering wheel or reach the pedals any more, and two or more ponies exit the car
>From the moment an engine revved up, it provided a constant homing beacon, a focus point to which all the Pegasi would be swarming – never mind the unicorns and regular ponies
>Tossing the wallet back to the table and leaving the keys behind, I grabbed a sealed plastic water bottle from the kitchen counter, silently praying only certain utilities were out of commission
>The electricity and wired connections were clearly out, and if running water was out with them, our situation was going to become dire rapidly, as our water reserves wouldn’t last long
>Jotting down a mental note to start running a faucet during part of the ‘hunkering down’ process, I made my way through the narrow hallway, back toward the front room and stairs
>There would be plenty of time later to rifle through everyone’s clothes, and surely there would be something we could use in their purses and the abando-

>>30422368
>I stopped cold in my tracks
>Snuffing out the light of the flashlight against my T-shirt, I stared at the silhouette illuminated by the soft blue glow from the laptop
>Lying against a wall on the far edge of the room was… a blue pony…
>Sleeping on her side as she faced me, she didn’t have any wings or a horn that I could see, but that didn’t make her much less threatening than her feature-furnished counterparts
>As I stared at the firmly shut eyelids of her cartoonishly large eyes, my thoughts raced, questioning whether she knew about the presence of the humans accompanying her in the house
>What if it’s just an act… what if she’s just pretending to be asleep? What if she’s the bait for an ambush?
>That would be silly though… if they know we’re here, is there really that much point in an ambush?
>Rushing at us while we were unprepared like they did to everyone in the front room would net them an easy victory…
>But… if it’s not an ambush, what were the options here? Kill h- oh, fuck, no, don’t even think about that!
>What happened to ‘do no harm’; that’s not something to throw out the window just because it’s convenient!
>Come on James, think about this… You have time to think – you don’t have anywhere to be now that your classmates and professors are snuggly little equines…
>While I stared at the sleeping pony, she stirred slightly, shifting a foreleg forward and gently kicking a hind leg

>>30422375
>The movement elicited her to let out a soft groan, followed by a faint squeak of pain that clearly illustrated her agony despite the absence of wakefulness
>Even as someone aspiring to be a doctor, Alexander was going to kill me for this… the least I can do for this pony now is to do my job…
>Carefully stepping toward her as the uncomfortably hurried breathing continued, I dropped to one knee, doing my best to assess her condition without touching her fur to my arm
>Even from far away, it was evident she was in a fair deal of pain, and the cause became crystal clear as I deftly shifted her legs to get a better look at the gashes running along her bruised stomach
>The ponies’ victory over the transforming humans had been an overwhelming landslide, but maybe not as overwhelming as I’d first though…
>The more I looked over her and the faint groans of suffering escaped from her mouth, the more I steeled myself to do something, anything, for the poor animal
>She may have had four legs instead of two, and I sure as hell wasn’t a veterinarian, but I was more than aware of the weight of responsibility resting on my shoulders
>I uncapped the water bottle, in case she’d be parched upon awakening, softly setting it on the floor in front of her closed eyes
>Unzipping the EMT pouch, I withdrew everything I’d need, acting on instinct as a sterile cleansing wipe dropped to the floor in front of me, the soft crinkle of plastic failing to disturb the pony
>Breathing in deeply, I released the breath a moment later as I unwrapped the wipe, taking one last look at the blood-soaked fur lining her stomach
>The belly of the beast… here goes nothing…

Next update on the evening of Monday July 3; I figure you all know how this goes by now.
Have a great weekend everyone!

>>30422383
Like clockwork.

>ywn be a crazy horsegirl's pet stallion

>>30422223
I finished reading part three and it looped back from interesting to way too creepy for me. The whole fear of the cop before he finally gets turned and the whole mild personality erasure post tf is way past NOPE territory for me. I'll still read but i'll be fucking scared all the while.

Also, I posted this in comment in a previous discord but that picture looks like the guy failed at stand up so hard that the audience turned into horses and are now getting back at him by making him the little pone. Anyway, I'm scared as hell, keep writing dude.

Gumo is taking volunteers for potential Eris victims in the Discord. This gonna get good.

>>30422223
Nice! I feel bad for overlooking it now, particularly as it was based on my suggestion ( which was in turn based on your story).

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Turning into a pony is an effective strategy for losing one's virginity.

>>30422171
Cuddle a pony, Anon. You'll feel better.

>>30422375
>>30422383
>the herd left an injured poner.
What dicks, hope he's able to help her before he loses his fingers.

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>>30424261
Seems unlikely but they may gain a medic pony.

>>30388253
This is the eternal question that cannot be answered. The debate rages on through the aeons, more and more stories and fantasies providing evidence in support of both sides but neither able to clinch it decisively.

>You wake in the morning, the sounds of the birds outside chirping merrily, as you look over to see...
>...Nothing but your thick blanket bundled up in your arms
>You let out a sigh of disappointment as you slip out of bed, grabbing a shirt, some pants, slipping them on and tossing and the grubby uniform laying on the floor nonchalantly into the washer
>You've got a few hours to kill before you head out to the daily grind of work
>Looking to the bag of flour peeking itself out of the cabinet, you get an idea
>You bust out the bowls and beaters from their dark prisons down below as you prepare the counter for something... magical
>Even though you never really done much baking yourself before now, it's all coming together naturally for you right now, as the sunlight gleams in through the porch window behind you
>It's a good thing you decided to throw on some clothes, your room-mates would get a chuckle seeing you all covered in flour. again.
>Not cool, guys. Not cool at all
>After all is said and done, you lay a blanket of saran wrap over the dough, rest it gently in the fridge and swap over your work clothes to the dryer
>You think back to your dinner you had with Honey Dipper last night
>It filled you emotionally as you and her laughed, chatted, loved and cuddled under the bright moonlight and the dim candlelight
>Before you got too lost in thought, a discordant *BRRRRRRRRT* snapped you out of it, as the dryer slowly tumbled to a stop
>Tossing the sharp, black clothes into a ratty old backpack and slinging it over your shoulder; you head out, a little torn between worlds as you wander out into the sunlight to work another day

>>30424929
It's a little difficult to follow this story one post at a time.

>>30422383
Aw, poor pony. Earth ponies always get the shit end of the stick. Super curious to see if this one is any different from the rest, or if she'll wake up and promptly resume the pony directive.

>>30425551
None shall be spared.

>>30423081
Might be okay. She'd probably want you to fuck her all the time.

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>>30397848
Ponies love alcohol and alcohol makes people love becoming ponies apparently.

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>>30384592
Some guy from RGRE asked that I crosspost this. If you feel it doesn't belong just let me know.

>pastebin https://pastebin.com/wSBBJhvh

>>30426950
>You are Anon
>And this is the end
>After Hillary’s decisive victory over Donald Trump, and Britain voting to stay in the EU the world went to shit fast.
>Cold War II was easily one of the fastest, with China siding with American money and the Seoul blitz. Russia fell into the hardest economic depression it has ever faced since the end of the U.S.S.R. and bent the knee
>That wasn’t the issue.
>Actually none of that shit mattered.
>It wasn’t until Hillary shed her disguise and revealed herself as Queen of the lizard people that things started going downhill.
>All the shit you managed to catch overhearing news briefs and from your squad mates boiled down to /pol/ and Alex Jones being right all along.
>”Shit, nigga. Just be cool, you gon be alright man, just be cool, just be cool.”
>Doesn’t matter much now.
>”White people always doin stupid shit, all the goddamn time.”
Trip, nigga just go.
>”Shut up whiteboi, we getting you out of this shit, we’re goin home, we’re going to eat your mom’s nasty ass food, and I’m gonna fuck you up for your liberal ass use of ‘nigga’.”
>You laugh
>Pain from where one of your lungs used to be reminds you that laughter is going to be a bad thing for the rest of your life.
>All 3 minutes of it.
>There is a grunt of effort and a fresh burst of pain as your open wound meets dirty BDUs as Tripfag hoists you over in a fireman carry.
>”Our father who art in heaven hallowed be thy na-”
>The sounds of gunfire and the hissing of fallen lizardmen become harder to hear.
>You focus on Tripfag’s panicked Christfagging instead of the inhuman battleground you’re leaving.
>Well if there is any time to hope there is something to make this hell worth it
Our fa-
>Fresh pain rips through your midsection
>”Ahh, fuck!”
>You topple to the earth once again, struggling to breathe as you face the sun.
Trip
>He grunts in reply, before groaning in pain.
>Fuck
You suck at rescuing people.

>>30426956
>You laugh together, yours’ a wet wheeze, his with far too much gurgling.
>”I’d be better if your fatass laid off the fucking pies.”
>You both chuckle as much as your bodies allow.
>”Ay, Anon...”
Yeah TF?
>”We gon die, ain’t we.”
>It wasn’t a question, but you answer all the same.
Yeah, probably.
>”You think there is anything after this, or are we done?”
I didn’t really think about it. I just let you do your thing and was happy you didn’t bring out a rug when you did it.
>Each word is still a struggle, but the pain is gone.
>That would be a good sign if there weren’t so many holes in you right now.
>”Grandma said that you sleep until Jesus comes back and sets this shit straight.”
Sounds….nice.
>”Pray with me for a bit, I’m gonna try and save your heathen ass soul.”
Ok.
>”Our father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be- say it with me nigga.
Our father, who art in heaven.
>Every word is a battle, but this is your bro’s last request
>”-forever. Amen”
Amen.
>Your body is completely numb by now, the sounds around you are dull, and darkness hangs on the edges of your vision.
>”-ou was always my nigga, Anon”
>…
>You tried to reply, but your body didn’t have the air to.
>”-non, please ni-… -ot yet.”
>You stare at the sky, blue as always with the exception of the smoke.
>”-esus, pleas-… -e go first.”
>It is such a nice day.
>You feel yourself sigh, but you don’t feel any fresh air replace it.
>Darkness overtakes you.
>There is a bead of light in your vision.
>It grows and grows without any input from you, the bit panic you felt before is washed away by bliss.
>Then the light fades out.
>You feel cold.
>Very cold.
>…
>…

>>30426963
>You feel warm
>Incredibly warm
>There is still no light, but the soothing warmth envelopes you in comfort.
>You hear some sounds but they are very muffled.
>You don’t know how long it has been, but you definitely remember your death.
>Is this what Tripfag was talking about.
>You feel comfy enough to sleep.
>So you do.
>You sleep as much as you can.
>You’re too comfy not to.
>After a while you figure that you’re not dead.
>It is hard to do so, and you can’t feel anything but the warmth properly. But you can move.
>You can’t move much, so you decide to sleep some more
>…
>When you awake you notice that you feel snug alongside nice and warm.
>This is frankly the best you’ve ever felt in your entire life.
>Lying in a warm bed on a cold day can’t even compare.
>Is this heaven
>Just a dark place of pure comfort.
>You silently thank Trip for saving your heathen soul.
>Moving is a lot easier too.
>You still can’t feel your hands, but your chest is in one solid piece.
>You stretch and prepare to sleep some more, but you forget about your snug barrier.
>It like everything else here is soft and warm.
>Soon afterword you feel a soft stroking on your side
>You hit the barrier again, harder this time and the stroking becomes more firm.
>Heaven confirmed
>You feel a small indentation like a large button
>You give a punch and feel another source of stroking, and go to sleep in a heaven made of warmth and headpats.