Pony Transformation General

">Why did you come here?
>A horde of small dogs and horses move lazily down the street.
>Of course your Podunk town would hire this for entertainment.
>The dinky live music supplied by the local high school only adds on to the mind numbing experience.
>Unable to take it anymore, you put your earbuds in.
>You can at least listen to something of quality while you watch this.
>Suddenly, you feel a sharp force from behind you.
>People are pushing.
>Who gets pushy at shit like this?
>That's what's running through your mind as you start falling.
>Sprawled out in the street, you can hear the hooves of ponies coming closer and-
>You snap awake, breathing heavily.
>”Something wrong love?” Octavia asks, looking over at you.
>You look down at your still foreign feeling hooves.
“Y-yeah, just a bad dream…”
>Content, your girlfriend lies back down.
“Just a bad dream…”
>Sighing, you lie back down.
>Adjusting your equine body to be as comfy as possible, you shut your eyes.
>Here's hoping your sleep is dreamless this time.

Why did I write this?"

Reposting this because I liked it, even if the anon writing it didn't.

>>30461881
What is this?

Context plz?

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>>30461980
from the last thread

https://strawpoll.com/x45gxzr
RABGAR DEMANDS YOUR INPUT!

>>30463523
what in the name of god

>>30463546
>What in the name of RABGAR
FTFY

Credit where it’s due: This story is based off a conversation I had with Windsong (aka Ranger) and Mitchy.
Synergy helped me brainstorm, and made me painfully horny as a wrote this
The conversation was centered around: https://static1.e621.net/data/2d/8f/2d8f5296a894f9ea00fb94f4e8e4d1c3.png
>I walk up to the pouch and dial in the code
>I was ‘home’ from work, although technically I live on the other side of town
>The cool air greets me as I step into the house
>”Hey Anon, how was work?”
“It was okay, I've got the next week off”
>He smiles and walks towards me
>”Good, good. So I have you all to myself for a week then?”
>He pulls me towards him, looking down into my eyes
>He’s a full head taller than I, with well-toned muscles and short, dark brown hair
>This contrasted sharply with my scrawny body, and long dirty blonde locks
>He leans in and presses his lips to mine, pulling me into his chest
>His tongue presses into me, quickly achieving dominance over my mouth
>Just as suddenly as he took me, he pulls away
>”I’ve laid out some things for you to wear, I have a surprise for you once you get changed”
“Yes sir”
>He smiles and releases me from his embrace
>I head into the bed room and find a matching set of stockings and gloves on the bed
>Two of the strangely jointed garments are clearly designed for a pony, while the gloves are designed for a human
>I strip out of my cloths and dump them into the laundry hamper
>Pulling the stockings on first I notice how the joints are completely misaligned
>The knee and heel are both far higher than my own
>The gloves however, fit perfectly
>I’ve worn them both before, but never together

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>>30463618
>Whatever my boyfriend has planned apparently involves me having hooves and hands
>A new kind of Pon-E perhaps?
>I return to the living room to find him sitting on the couch, with a collar in his lap
>”good boy” he says, patting me on the head
>He pulls me into his lap, facing me forward
>”we’ve been together for two years, haven’t we?”
“Yes, our Anniversary is coming up soon”
>”Is that so? I think I’ll get you a few new outfits. What do you have planned?”
>I do my best to suppress a frown, my shit of a retail job was barely enough to live on, let alone get him something special
>”Still thinking about it? Would you like to know what I want?”
“Of course master”
>He runs a finger through my hair
>”I want you, Anon. I want to keep you as my pet… forever.”
>My heart skips a beat
>He wants me to overdose
>To give up my humanity
>To be his pet pony for the rest of my life
>”We’ve talked about this before, you being my pet full time. You seemed receptive to the Idea then, do you still want to do that?”
>He had been good to me, that was undeniable
>Being with him, being his pony…
>it had always been something I looked forward to
>Making it permanent though?
>Becoming his property, outright?
>The idea is making me just a little hot under the collar
>This could be the most important choice in my life
>It could be the last important choice of my life
“Yes master, I want to be your pet”
>He kisses the inside of my neck

>>30463625
>”are you sure Anon? I want this to be your choice.”
“Yes master, this is what I want”
>He slips a finger through the ring on my collar, laying me down in his lap
>His eyes take a quick glance at my quivering erection, then move back up to stare straight into my eyes
>”You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Just the though is turning you on”
“Yes Master, it is”
>His hand slowly moves up my leg
>He hovers over my package for a moment, gently brushing his hand over the tip before laying it on my belly
>”I have something very special planned for us”
>He begins to rub my tummy as he produces a pair of pills from a bag at his feet
>He holds them up for me to see
>They look like regular Pon-E pills, but slightly off in color
>”These are something of a slow release: they need an orgasm to work, several before the full transformation takes place”
>His hand drifts tantalizingly close to the base of my shaft before drifting back up
>”Each time I let you cum you’ll move a little closer to being the pony. The best part is, even if you take both right now, the effects will only be permanent if you cum as a pony”
>A cold chill runs down my spine
“You want to play with my humanity…”
>He smirks
>”Exactly, I want to play with you. I’ll give you every opportunity to stop, to turn back, in the end it will be because you insisted that we continue down this path.”
>His and drifts up to my chin, as he leans in a little
>”It’s more fun that way, and I feel like you’ll be less likely to have regrets if you have several days to change your mind”
>He holds the pills just over my mouth
>”Does pet want a treat?”
>I swallow hard, staring at the pills for a moment
>Finally, I raise my arms up, hands dangling forward in a begging position
>I open my mouth and he drops the pills into them
>They seem so large, and heavy in my mouth
>Larger that the regular Pon-E pills

>>30463632
>For a moment I almost feel like I can’t swallow them, but in the end I force them down
>”Remember Anon, at any time you can ask to stop, I won’t hold it against you. Do you understand?”
>I nod
“Yes Master, I understand”
>He smirks at me, finally lowering his hand down to my cock
>I let out a small moan as he squeezes me between his thumb and index finger
>His other fingers start to fondle my balls, causing me to squirm a little in his lap
>Every time my eyes drift down he pulls lightly on my hair until I meet his gaze once more
>My cock twitches and leaks between his fingers as he stares into me with his dark brown eyes
>His fingers slowly drift upward, giving my head a firm squeeze before pulling away entirely
>He holds his hand in front of my face, showing a white strand of pre hanging off of it
>I open my mouth and let him stick his finger in
>Master runs his hand through my hair as I suck his finger clean, finally pulling it out once he’s satisfied
>”Good boy” he says, scratching behind my ears as his hand heads back down to my throbbing shaft
>He grips it firmly and begins to stroke it up and down
>I feel the orgasm crescendoing up my dick, the pressure slowly building in its tip
>Then his hand starts to slow down, his grip relaxing
>He holds me in his lap, twitching and moaning as he holds me right at the edge of release
“M-master, why did you stop?”
>He smirks
>”Do you want this, to be a horse forever? My pet? My property?”
“Yes Master please”
>He releases my cock entirely, slowly running his finger up and down the underside of it
>”Will you be a good boy? Obedient and eager to please?”
“Yes Master, I’ll be a good boy”

>>30463639
>He leans over me, whispering in my ear
>”Beg for it, plead with me to do this for you, to strip you of your humanity”
>I whimper
“Please Master, make me your pet. Take my humanity from me and make me your little pony. I’ll do anything for you, please just make me yours”
>He pulls my head up, locking lips with me as his tongue invades my mouth
>His hand seizes my dick and begins to milk it
>Then it hits
>I feel a cascade of pleasure sweep through my entire body
>My balls slam upward as my cock spasms, spewing forth a hot load
>As it does so I can feel a change in his grip
>Rather, a change in my cock
>A flare forms, spreading out into his palm, with a medial ring forming half way down the shaft
>A squirm violently in his embrace as my entire body is covered with millions of tiny pin pricks
>My ears pull up sharply, the suddenly ambulatory extremities twitching with the rest of my body
>I can feel my legs adjust, my toes curling up and fusing together
>My feet growing long, as my calves and thighs shorten to keep me at the same height
>The sensation slowly fades and I come to rest back in my master’s lap
>The thigh highs now fit perfectly over my horse legs, tufts of red fur bunching coming up beneath them and running all the way, past my chest and up my neck
>Looking, I can see red fur on my nose

>>30463650
>My cum covered cock is now shaped like a horses, however it has remained just as small as it was before
>I flick my ear in disappointment
>Master chuckle, drawing my attention back towards him
>”I don’t know what you’re so glum about, it’s not like you have anyone to impress with it.”
>I smile up at him meekly
“I guess not Master”
>He raise his hand back to my face, his palm coated in my seed
>”Besides, I like that you’re small. It just makes you cuter”
>I begin to lick the reminisce of my orgasm from his hand as he runs his hand through my mane
>”One down, four to go, then you are mine forever”
>He rubs my ear
>”My little pony”
>He pulls his hand away and wipes it on my chest
>”You know, I can’t have you getting all excited, getting yourself off without me and ending up a pony”
>He grins mischievously
>”Looks like I’m going to have to lock you up”
>Reaches back into the bag and pulls out a steel chastity cage
>I spread my legs slightly as he slips the cage over my member, securing it with a small brass lock
>”There we go” he says as he fondles me
>”My little pony is all locked up safe and sound”
>He leans in and kisses my forehead before standing me up
>”Come on, let’s go to the bed room.”
>He slips his finger through my collar and pulls me along behind him
>I stumble down the hallway on my new pair of hooves, completely unaccustomed to this half way state
>Just the way master wants it

And that's it for now, I'll get an AO3 set up once I come up with a name for it

>>30463112
>drinking turns you into a pony
Shit, I must have been doing it wrong all these years.

>>30463659
It's not my taste but OK.

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Celestia will let you come to Equestria, on the condition that you will carry her children.

Once every five years, she will turn you into a mare, fuck you, and impregnate you. You will give birth eleven months later.

Do you take the offer?

>>30463659
All of the fetishes. Great job so far.

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Hi, I'm new to /ptg/, but I've been reading some stories from here for awhile but I just read Cuddly Doom up until Chapter 2 and it prompted me to ask this question: Am I the only one that is just rooting for the humans the entire time? I sympathize slightly with the pones but I think they're misguided in their actions. I read these stories and I can't help but just get incredibly pissed off at the ponies for brainwashing the humans (despite that being the whole fetish and point behind it)
and end up rooting for the humans. Like in chapter 2, we get these snippets of backstory for ((Morning Star)) and never even learn the dude's real name before he gets assimilated in the most depressing and hopeless way. (I might have missed the name reveal, correct me if I'm wrong).
It's like a train wreck I can't look away from, or in this case stop reading. I have to know what happens next even though I know they'll eventually be assimilated in the end no matter what since that's the whole point of the fetish.

Am I the only one here that thinks this way?
Are there any stories with PTF where the protagonist doesn't get converted, but instead successfully (or somewhat) evades capture (as boring as that might seem to some)

Sorry for my autistic post I've just been wondering this for awhile.

TL;DR: Can't help but root for the protagonist in stories where they get pone'd. Are there any good stories where this doesn't happen, or where they don't get brainwashed afterwards and try to fight back (as a human or pony)

>>30464066
Yeah, that's partly why I've never liked the complete mindfuck stuff

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I want to be the Pretty Princess of the Wasteland

>>30463799
it's the special reserve apple family apple cider.
sure it tastes like crap, and is prohibitively expensive, but I'm sure the hooves make up for it.

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Update to Anonymous Letter.

Already on pastebin if you're impatient.
https://pastebin.com/wSBBJhvh

>>30464345
>You are Front Page.
>And this is horseapples.
I can’t watch Anonymous today, I just managed to get the funding to start up the school paper! I have to make sure the first edition is ready to print on time.
>”I’m sorry, hon,” mom said combing her mane and tail at the same time, “But there is no other choice, your father already left with Davenport to try out that spa that was just built, Hondo had to cancel because Rarity came down with something.”
Well, what about the blessed mothers? Isn’t it their duty to help with things like this?
>Mom flipped her mane and looked upward remembering why they can’t, “Inkwell has to do another week shift in Canterlot since the council scribes lost a member, Fine Print is in Appleoosa drawing up contracts between the settlers and construction ponies, and blessed grand mare Double Deal is in Fillydelphia watching Scribble and High Breed. Or did you not notice how quiet the house is?”
>’Got you!’
Well if grandma Double Deal is watching High Breed doesn’t that mean Upper Crust is free?
>Mom scowled and lowed her voice to a volume she thought I couldn’t hear, “Wouldn’t trust her to watch my bucking fern,” she then raised her voice to normal volume, “SHE is at another banquet with Picture Perfect and Jet Set.”
>Desperation was setting in, but you had to try. You put too much work into getting the school board to agree to the paper.
Can’t you hire somepony then? I know Macintosh is great with foals. I’m too young anyway, I don’t even have a cutie mark yet!
>She smirked.
>You hated that smirk
>”Doesn’t Macintosh have a blank flank, too?”
>’Forgot about that...’
>Mom ruffled your mane before pulling you into a hug, “I really am sorry, but I have to see Hard Cover today if I have any hopes of getting published next quarter. And I refuse to get shutout by that nag Velvet, just because she lives in Canterlot.”

>>30464347
>She closes her saddlebags and puts them on, grunting a bit under the weight of her novel, bits, and writing supplies.
>”Besides, Anonymous is no trouble as long as you keep his belly full and make sure he doesn’t rip his diaper off, and you only have to watch him until your father gets home from the spa.” She sucked some air through her teeth, meaning the next thing out of her mouth would be a lie,”I’m sure he can’t spend too much time at the spa”
>All air and hope left your body at once.
Fine…
>”Good, milk is in the fridge, and make sure to feed him some foalfood. Smithy says three months is the best age to start weaning. Mix the food with milk, NOT WATER, he is still too young for water. Now I have, horseapples, 5 minutes to get on the train wish momma luck,” she sprinted out of the door without looking back.
>You go to your room and, with some effort, levitate your typewriter and carry it to the blessing’s bedroom where Anonymous is sleeping in his crib.
>He already kicked off his diaper, so with a bit of magic you put them back on.
>Immediately he frowns and starts kicking a little bit.
“Whatever,” then a smirk of your own comes on your face, “in fact...”
>You pull the diaper back off, hoping in the darkest part of your heart that Anonymous makes a mess that dad will have to clean up.
>’That’s what he gets for relaxing instead of watching his son.’
>Anonymous on the other hoof relaxes and smiles.
>’Maybe it is itchy or something.’
>The vindictiveness leave you as quickly as it came when you see that you made your favorite brother’s sleep easier

>>30464352
>Sitting beside the crib you get to work on your article.
>’The school board probably thinks that this is just going to be some foalish little rag about how “homework is lame” or something equally as stupid.’
>’Buck that’
>’My paper is going to make the Canterlot Times look like a joke.’
>The increased timberwolf activity is a real worry that goes beyond Sweet Apple Acres.
>They are always a danger to ponies who wander too close to the Everfree, but during Zap apple season they go nuts and leave the borders
>You did well, but you need to do your journalistic duty and interview ponies who have first hoof experience in dealing with them.
>Like the Apples.
>Like Macintosh.
>You were ready to take up your note pad and head out, but you remembered why you were in such a foul mood.
>You looked at your brother sleeping peacefully, and then thought of a really good idea.

>>30464354
>You are Anonymous
>And you were enjoying a damn good nap until you were jostled awake.
>As you cracked your eyes open the sun glared at you.
>After a bit of time to adjust you slowly open your eyes to see that you’re outside.
>And moving.
>After checking your immediate area you see that you’re riding in a little wagon through Ponyville.
>You immediately look to see who is dragging the thing to make sure you aren’t being kidnapped or anything.
>Luckily it is only your sister.
>Looking pretty smug
>”Oh look at his little eyes.”
>”Aren’t you a curious little fella”
>”Oh he is just so precious.”
>You look above the little wooden panels to see that you’re surrounded by children.
>A bunch of boys mostly.
>The wagon stops, and Page turns around to see you’re awake.
>”See I told you guys to keep quiet.”
>She levitates you up and looks down at the tiny blanket you were laying on, no doubt checking for messes.
>”Are you hungry?” she levitates out a bottle from her saddlebags and pushes it to your mouth.
>You keep your mouth closed to show her that you aren’t.
>”Well if you’re just up I don’t see any harm in letting the guys have a look,” she turns to address the small crowd,”But no touching, I don’t want you to get him all dirty.”
>They all looked offended, before looking at their hooves and putting together that the appendage used to walk on a dirt path will in fact get dirty.
>You decide to ignore the kids and look around.
>You’ve seen most of this already, but you don’t get a lot of time outside so you enjoy the fresh air and sunshine.

>>30464356
>After a few minutes the crowd starts to dissipate.
>You seem to approaching a farm or ranch or something.
>You look at the sign, the local language is like English but in a really shitty font so it is hard to discern.
>But there are a few pictures of apples on it and there is a field full of apple trees in front of you so you feel safe to assume that you’re on an apple orchard.
>In the distance is an orange stallion pulling a plow, your sister waves to him, but doesn’t pick up her speed as she approaches.
>”Hello, Mr. Orange Juice, is Macintosh home? I need to interview him.”
>The stallion frowns and raises eyebrow before taking a quick glance to you.
>In an instant his face wears a soft smile as he nods to himself.
>”Sure, Little Mac should be over in the north fields, learning how to apple buck.”
>Your sister gives a sharp nod, “Thank you, sir.”
>As you depart you notice the stallion staring at you, smiling before taking on a thoughtful expression.
>’I’m not sure how worrying that should be.’
>’Now that I think about it, where is Mom, or Wordsmith?’
>’They must be doing something pretty important if I’m being babysat by an 8 year old.’
>You look around seeing rows and rows of trees.
>Also hills and hills of trees
>Upon cresting one such hill you sister abruptly stops
>”Hmph, what kinda varmint done found its way onta my farm today?”
>You turn to see a very large mare staring down your sister angrily chewing a sprig of hay.
>Your sister was immediately cowed.
>Out of instinct you also laid down and wrapped your tail around yourself to seem as small as possible.
>”G-good day, Mrs. Sweet Apple, ma’am. How are you?”
>The giant spit out the hay and lowered her head to be right in Page’s face.
>”Quit tryin to be pleasant, whatchu want young’un?”
>The wagon started to shake a bit with Page’s quivering.
>”I-I-I-I”
>”Spit it out filly!”
>”I NEED TO INTERVIEW MAC FOR THE PAPER!”

>>30464362
>Sweet then plucked another sprig from behind her ear and began chewing immediately.
>”Mac ain’t got time to be playin no ‘interview’ games, and he darn sure ain’t got time to be playin them with no filly.”
>Page’s quaking slowed enough to where you couldn’t feel it so much through the wagon anymore.
>”I-I’m not playing anything, I’m starting a newspaper for the school, a-and I need Macintosh to answer some questions. Since he is the closest to the subject of the article.”
>Sweet blew a loose bang and rolled her eyes.
>”Mac ain’t going ta give you any help with your foalish ‘chores are lame’ story in your ‘school time news’ rag, and he sure as sugar ain’t going ta give you what you’re really after.”
>This time the quivering stopped and with a huff Page squared her shoulders.
>’Are they even called shoulders on a pony?’
>”My paper isn’t some rag, and my article isn’t about something stupid like chores, or homework, or gossip. I’m going to show this town that news exists, real news, not that trash you read in the Ponyville Gazette.”
>The mare, easily thrice the size of your sister, reeled.
>”Hey now, the Gazette was started by my great gr-”
>Your sister, drunk on her small victory, pushed her advantage.
>”The Gazette is a glorified sales catalog, ‘ohh apples are on sale three for a bit’, ‘oh lookie here buy two get one free on carrots’, ‘well whaddya know zap apple jam is back in stock’! I find more news in Scribble’s diaper!”

>>30464365
>Sweet’s face was a mask of fury for one second, until she glanced at you before addressing Page again, smiling the smile of a cat facing an injured mouse.
“Well, well, well. Looks like big mare here found her teats. But you can’t lie to an Apple,” she started pacing in front of Page, “If you were actually here, for honest reasons, you wouldn’t bring a cute little baby doll to try and make my boy soft on you!”
>In a second her hoof was racing for you.
>Even now you barely had the muscle power to move yourself with anything resembling speed.
>In an instant you were being held by the scruff of your neck.
>’FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK’
>It wasn’t painful, but it was easily the most terrifying thing you’ve experienced in your short new life.
>Sweet looked at you with the same cruel smile, for a couple of seconds before realization dawned on her.
>Your heart was still beating a mile a minute, but you tried your damnedest to plead for release.
Uh ee owwn leez
>’Well, I should get back to learning how to talk, or use my horn. Would come in real handy right now.’
>”LET MY BROTHER GO!”
>Out of nowhere a rock beans Sweet right in her nose.
>Unfortunately she didn’t even flinch.
>Like your sister’s attack never happened, she smiled sat down and cradled you.
>She rocked you for a minute before looking worriedly at Page.
>”Did you show him to OJ?”
>She dropped the much larger rock that she was struggling to levitate and looked at Sweet, “What?”
>”Yer brother, did you show him to OJ?”
>Utterly confused by the tonal shift, Page just decided to be relieved that you weren’t in danger.
>”No, I didn’t really hid him though.”
>After some pretty expert rocking you yawned.
>”Horseapples, I won’t be able to get out of it now...”

>>30464368
>Page voiced her confusion expertly.
>”What?”
>Setting you delicately back into the blanket of the wagon, Sweet sighed and turned to Page.
>”Mac is just down the hill, just listen for the bucks.”
>’Don’t ask, just go. Please.’
>Page left without another word down the hill, where almost immediately a skinny little red colt came into view.
>Almost like the confrontation with Sweet Apple didn’t happen, Page beamed and waved at the colt.
>”Hey, Macintosh!”
>The colt stopped and looked up at her, grateful for whatever rest her coming would bring.
>”Hi there, Front Page, pleased as punch that you’re here. Ma has me bucking, and this is much much harder than she makes it looks. Wish that the pegasus ponies would give a little more cloud cover, but enough about me, what can I do ya for?”
>”Hey Mac I need your opinion on the increased sightings of timberwolves at the edge of the Everfree.”
>”Whew Page, that’s a tall order. Well, they always get antsy right before zap apple season and unless granny is around to chase ‘em off sometimes they’ll get real bold and leave the treeline. Somethin about baaaaad magic in the Everfree tryin to choke out the good magic keeping it from spreadin. I don’t know much about it, Granny usually falls asleep before she finishes the story. And no offense to yall unicorn folk, we earth ponies hardly pay attention when it comes to magic since it usually makes no never mind to us anyway.”
>Page’s pencil was moving insanely fast to keep up with Mac’s words, and she was as happy as could be.
>”What do ya need all that for anyway, did you manage to get Ms. Harsh Lesson to let you have your paper?”
>Her smile widened, “Yep! It goes to print next week!”
>He finally notices you and smiles as big as Page.

>>30464376
>”Where did you get this? It’s so cute and lifelike! Did a unicorn make it? I think it moved! Can unicorns make moving dolls, yall are so lucky sometimes. Can I hold it? Please, Page, please!”

>Immediately Page was at your defense.
>”No! That’s not a doll, that’s my baby brother.”
>And just like that the colt’s excited movements turned slow and almost reverent.
>”Hi, little fella. I’m Macintosh. Mac, In, Tosh. Hello.”
>”Yeah, mom has me watching Anonymous today. But don’t pick him up, your hooves are all dirty from you working.”
>Mac looked down at his hooves before sighing and slumping down.
>After some time passed and more notes taken, mostly about frequent sighting areas and how many seen at once.
>As you and your sister left you saw Orange Juice wearing a sly smile as he led a resigned Sweet into the barn.
>Between the adrenaline rush from the encounter with Sweet Apple, and the fact that you haven’t eaten since lunch you all but passed out right after you left the orchard.
>…
>“-ow could you be so thoughtless!”

>>30464381
>You awoke to see a bottle in your mouth and a diaper on your hindquarters, and the angry voice of your father.
>”But nothing happened, he is fine! He didn’t even cry or anything!”
>”He didn’t cry because he passed out from not eating all day long! He is your brother, don’t you even care?”
>”I’m sorry, okay? How was I supposed to know when to feed him? I didn’t get hungry, he didn’t cry, he didn’t make a mess, I made sure nopony touched him, and mom fed him before she left!”
>By now the frustration and anger had already reduced Page to tears.
>”By trying to feed him, foals can’t talk, and your brother barely cries. So you have to try different things to make sure he has everything he needs. Besides even that being around all those fillies and colts risks him to catch any number of sicknesses, that was the very reason that Hondo couldn’t watch him.”
>”WELL WHY COULDN’T YOU?”
>Before Wordsmith could reply Front Page had already stomped off to her room.

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>>30464387
That's all for now.
Maybe more today since I'm having fun and I'm off.

>>30464387
Good stuff.

Still confused by the use of "blessed" in this fic

>>30464498
I assume it's like a large family group of non related people who help eachother

>>30464511
>>30464498
A group of unicorns is called a blessing, in fic its probably an extended family or group of close friends.

Hullo troops, just a quick note to say: I aten't dead.

Will try to get some stuff written at some point over the weekend now that I'm back.

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I want to be a pretty princess

>>30464630
This news excites me.

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We wuz kangz

>>30464066
I totally feel you with the brainwashing thing. I like reading to see how they end up as pones but secretly I'm rooting for their humanity, if only to save themselves from theirs brains being fucked, not so much the physically being pone part.

Though, in stories where they keep their prior mental state but just change physical form, I'm all for their transformation.

Either way, if it's a good story and well written, I'll read it.

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>>30463799
It's just beer goggles making you see ponies everywhere, including yourself.

>>30464066
I didn’t give Morning Star a name while he was human, nor did I do so with any of the humans before Chapter 4, and I regret not doing so. I think I figured that not giving them a name would help the reader put themselves in the character’s shoes? That, or I was going for some weird “they found their identities with the herd” vibe at the time, but either way it just makes the storytelling unnecessarily clunky at times. I’ve never written anything before this story so I’ll own up to that mistake.

To be honest, EXACTLY the same as with zombie movies, I find myself rooting for the humans far, far more often than the horde, but it’s absolutely meant to be problematic, given that the ponies have both really good and really bad intentions. They’ll heal you and relieve your stress & bad memories (which isn’t necessarily a good thing by some accounts), but you’re also giving up your humanity. I can’t tell you how much I’m bothered by the horror genre’s recursive flatness of “zombies want to eat [character’s] brains because they eat brains; that’s just what they do” and I’m trying to explore what I think was always missing: horrifyingly relatable zombies.

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Where does this terminology come from? Is it another one of those totally bogus collective nouns?
Did anyone ever think of asking a unicorn what they call themselves?

>>30465138
Sorry, meant to respond to >>30464536

>>30464877
Thank you for clarifying.
I think you've definitely succeeded (from what I've read so far) in making it easy to sympathize with the ponies, which definitely does add to the horror element because it adds to the hopelessness of the situation. They come off as genuinely feeling sorry for the humans that aren't their friends yet.

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>>30463659

Test?

>>30465291
You float.
You don’t know where.
But you know you exist.
It’s all empty around you, there is nothing to be seen anywhere.
Yet…
You’re just floating in an infinite blackness.
Is this limbo?
Have you died?
You see something. It looks like a black hoof reaching out to you.
It’s black, sleek and full of holes.
You grab it, and get pulled somewhere.
Somewhere in that blackness.
You see more of the hoof, and soon the body and the green mane and tail of what looks like a crossbreed between a beetle and a horse.
And just when you’re about to see the face of whoever is dragging you along…
You wake up.
Beep Beep Beep
You hear the repeating sounds of what sounds like a heartbeat monitor.
It’s still fuzzy.
Everything is, almost like if everything was contained inside a fluffy coat, or a whole load of fur.

>>30465307
With a couple blinks, your vision clears…
Your whole body feels sore and tired, almost burnt out.
When you look around, you see what looks like one of the Intensive Care Department’s rooms.
But closed off, oddly enough, by what seems to be black thick curtains.
Not even the windows are opened, blinded by a similar curtain.
To your left, you see the source of the beeping, the heartbeat meter with the tip of the saturation sensor on your horn.
The tonometer is on your arm, near the withers. One the other side, an IV stand and a big plastic bottle of sixty percent glucosis with from what you can read on the side of the bottle, along with extra minerals and analgetics, all dripping at a steady pace for the next eight to twelve hours.
Maybe you should call for a nurse, the signalization system must be around here somewhere-
But it isn’t. Looks like the entire room is off the loop.
You perk up your ears to look for any noise, but you don’t hear anything. You have to get some idea of the time at least.
No clock on the wall.
But within your reach is a TV remote.
With some fumbling, you manage to get the news channel turned on.

>>30465314
“The sudden destruction of the theme park on Adventure Island last week has been attributed to a catastrophical gas failure, the resulting explosion and fire levelled the park, nothing left but ashes.”
“The cigars in lunar orbit, spotted half a year ago have begun moving again. NASA director says that their current acceleration points to the sun and a return orbit, the acceleration of the objects tremendously high.”
“A new drug has been found out on a routine inspection of a downtown nightclub. Nicknamed PON E for its effects, it forces the user to become a cartoon pony for the twelve hours of the drug’s effect, the psychedelic drug has been discovered on a police raid on a high class nightclub, White Unicorn. Link to the heist on the diamond store earlier this year still unconfirmed.”
You have been out cold for a week?
Am! He got shot! W-what happened!?
The heartbeat monitor hops up and beeps a lot faster, the tonometer around your hoof tightens up and measures your blood pressure.
And not even twenty seconds later, two nurses with gloves, green one-use coats and blue clothes rush into the room with a defibrillator and all manners of equipment.
Your heart pumps, your breath races on and you look around.
“Quick, she’s up! Get the injection in before we have another surge!”
You notice on the corner of your vision, the nurse unplugs the infusion bottle, and instead injects what you see as a see-through liquid, the other one holding your panicking self.
In not even three minutes, you fall back on the bed, your muscles relaxed and your breathing calming down, mind empting and calming.
And soon, only the beeping is hearable again.
Until everything fades again.

>>30463659
Ohhh gods fuck yeah, that hits the spot, that one riiiight there~....

>>30465320
And das it

>>30465327
Oh dang, and in the time it took me to post the above a new chunk from wolfey too! I like it so far. Thought it was gonna be a trotting dead intro at first. XP (both hooves up for beetlehorses btw)

>>30465320
did she get arrested or is she just in a hospital?
They are going to need to wake her up some time either way

>>30463659
I'm not much of a fetish person, so I'm not into it, but by all means appease those in the thread that dig this stuff.

>>30465320
Good job

>>30465439
You are a fun and reasonable person, may you become the horse with rapidity. *Doffs hat or whatever*

>>30461881
>ywn be comforted by your lesbian marefriend after bad dreams of your old human life.

CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30450332) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/wEvA1SvL

>Over the past few semesters, I’d comfortably settled into a daily routine of waking to the cry of my alarm clock right at seven, on the dot, with the sun still hanging low in the sky
>It hadn’t exactly been the gentlest, most forgiving means of rousing myself for the start of each new day, but particularly on days where time was of the essence, at least I never missed an exam
>Now, as my eyes slid open following my first apocalyptic night of uncomfortable, dreamless sleep, the first thing I noticed was that the room was almost completely dark
>A solitary, narrow beam of light filtered through a small crack in the blackout curtains, and judging by its steep angle, the time of day was approaching mid-morning
>I wiped a hand across my eyes, the ray’s offending radiance still a bit too much for my gradually adjusting vision as my middle finger and thumb pressed on my eyelids
>I sat up in the bed, sliding the blanket off my torso as my arms extended forward, a resonant series of popping joints echoing through the otherwise serene room
>That was another thing I’d need to get used to – waking up to silence, with no noises to speak of aside from the soft, languid breaths of Alexander, sleeping on the floor a few feet away
>Though it was peculiar in the face of my former routine, the silence was still far preferable over every other form of provocation an apocalyptic scenario could deliver mid-slumber
>If I were to awaken to ponies’ cheers of joy, explosions, or Alexander shouting frenzied profanities in my face… I could pretty safely say that things were not going well

>>30466556
>Throwing the blanket aside, I groggily reached into the EMT pouch at my side and retrieved a pair of gloves, swiftly pulling them on as I’d done hundreds of times prior
>With keys and wallets made unnecessary by the cuddly horde, any precautions that would prevent infection supplanted my definition of ‘everyday essentials’
>The pouch hanging weightily at my side may have been less than conducive to outrunning ponies, but that was of little concern when running would often lose out to swooping Pegasi anyways
>Zipping the front of Alexander’s donated hoodie as far as it would go, I threw the hood back with a gust of stale air
>Even after the Pegasus’ circulating efforts and almost half a day’s time to settle, the repulsive odors of body spray and alcohol still hung weakly in the air
>Swinging my feet off the bed and stiffly standing with a grunt, I tried not to disturb Alexander, who was probably unconsciously nursing his hangover as he lay with his arms indifferently at his sides
>While tiptoeing to the door, I almost snatched the flashlight from beside him before it dawned on me that our room was likely the only one in the house still submerged in darkness
>Allowing time for minimal light to spill onto Alexander’s makeshift bed, I briskly slid the door open and pulled it shut behind me, cautiously making my way to the top of the stairs
>Downstairs, a soft moan met each of the pony’s exhales as she continued her mid-morning slumber, and I breathed a sigh of relief that she didn’t appear to be in any pain
>Descending the stairs, the wretched creaking prompted her ears to twitch a couple times, but her expression of calm placidness appeared utterly unperturbed by the sounds

>>30466560
>I noticed that she had shifted position over the course of the night by a couple feet, and the impromptu blanket that the forsaken jacket had provided now only covered her halfway
>Kneeling by her side, slightly further from the wall than I had done so last night, I replaced the jacket over her gently snoring barrel, pleasantly giving her a scratch behind the ear
>She moved slightly with a blissful sigh, and a rustle of a piece of paper beneath one of her forehooves caught my attention
>I carefully retrieved the paper as to not disturb her, flattening the familiar note against the floor
>It had been the same paper I’d taped to her chain in apology, except now it bore a second message, crudely written in permanent marker, on the reverse side
>THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME AND BANDAGING MY WOUNDS YOURE PEACHY KEEN I LOVE YOU –SKY MEADOWS
>As well as I could discern, the symbols that followed were a barrage of hearts, though several of her similar glyphs were difficult to differentiate without any context
>Noticing the uncapped marker she had left near her water bottle, replete with a few tooth marks on its grip, I quickly checked its writing ability against the paper before pocketing the note
>With the implement still doing its job, I retrieved a couple more pieces of paper from the kitchen and set them by the sleeping pony’s side in case she’d want to write more upon awakening
>Gently petting her mane one final time before leaving her to slumber in peace, I strolled into the kitchen and began rummaging through the cabinets

>>30466565
>Between fortifying and shrouding the house, befriending the pony, giving her stitches, and even making a supply run or trying to find ‘other survivors’, there was no shortage of work to do
>The first step to any of the jobs, though, was invariably starting with a good breakfast, as none of us would be of much use on an empty stomach
>The selection would have been exceptional if we still had electricity at our disposal, but the microwave and electric stovetops had been rendered useless by the blackout
>Immediately, several pounds of pasta, rice, lentils, and dried beans were delegated to bottom-tier sustenance, for when resources were scarce enough to warrant eating chewy, half-soaked grains
>On the upside, they wouldn’t go bad for several months, or even years, unlike a disappointingly significant portion of the kitchen’s contents
>Reaching for a loaf of sliced bread, I reasoned it would probably be one of the first items in the pantry that would go stale or soon become a repulsive home for a spectrum of mold
>Whole wheat wasn’t my personal preference, but it would need to suffice for now, and at the very least, I was fairly certain Sky Meadows could eat it without getting sick
>Retrieving what I had estimated to be about half of the loaf, it amounted to seven slices… a couple sandwiches for us, and three slices for the pony… uuh, yeah, sure, that worked I guess
>Swinging open a cabinet near the sink, there was a modest amount of snack food lining its lower shelf, with condiments scattered along another shelf in bottles of every shape and size

>>30466572
>Alexander and I could definitely survive off peanut butter sandwiches – I had done so my sophomore year – and a quick test by Sky Meadows could determine if peanut butter was safe to eat
>If we had jelly that would make these sandwiches even better, but I couldn’t seem to find…
>Oh, I remember… Alexander and I had this conversation the last time he was visiting me…
>He treasured jellies and knew his favorite producers top to bottom, in addition to when certain types were in season
>Still, he always insisted on keeping them in the refrigerator despite the distinct lack of any exhibiting labels prompting him to do so
>With a long inhale and an irritated sigh, I looked at the fridge, its shimmering silver finish reflecting my agitation as my hand landed on its handle
>With the power out, the dull hum of the fridge was notably absent, and an anxious voice musing in the back of my head lectured me about preserving the chilled air within for as long as possible
>My hand gripped the handle for what seemingly amounted to several minutes
>There was plenty of food in the pantry and I didn’t really need to delve into the fridge for breakfast, right?
>Between the slices of bread and boxes of cereal I could’ve sworn I saw, that was plenty of grain at our disposal…
>I’m sure I could find few cans of preserved fruit or vegetables – straining out and putting a bit of sugar on some diced carrots might not be so bad for Sky Meadows, right?

>>30466575
>A few slices of bread and some soggy carrots…
>I shook my head at the absurdity of it
>The apocalypse started not even twelve hours ago, and already this is what I felt we’d been reduced to…
>And moreover, this is what I wanted to serve to our sole hope of escape, not to mention a former human… for all I knew, this might have been one of Alexander’s roommates; I couldn’t tell…
>Goodness, what if she… he… had happened to put some delicious, bright red apples in the fridge yesterday, and upon awakening, she wasn’t met by the fare she’d been excitedly awaiting, but…
>A few slices of bread and some soggy carrots…
>Tightening my grasp on the fridge’s handle, I cracked the door open with a solid yank, a light plume of cold air washing past my ankles… underwhelmingly
>It dawned on me that the food didn’t have much time left on the clock anyways, so at least there was a member of our household who gladly gobble up all the produce well before it went bad
>Passing over the plastic and metal of the assorted leftovers and firewaters, I pulled open the individual vegetable drawers, stumbling upon a vivid array of oranges, reds, and greens
>None of Ryan’s roommates had struck me as health freaks who fancied a salad every once in a while, and I couldn’t help but smile that I’d been solely, solely mistaken
>My hand wrapped around a large, bright green head of lettuce, lifting it closer into view as I admired its faint, crisp crunching under each of my fingertips
>I almost wanted to save something this nice for a special occasion, but never again would it be in such good condition as it was right now
>On top of that, Sky Meadow’s first meal here was going to be extremely crucial to establishing her rapport with me and Alexander as more than ‘humans who needed immediate conversion’

>>30466580
>Considering she could be munching on the front lawn, with equine friends no less, I sought to show her that working with the humans in here was better than what the world outside could offer
>Setting the entire head of lettuce on the counter, I selected a half-filled tub of cherry tomatoes and a modest carrot to accompany it
>Shutting the refrigerator and unsheathing a large chef’s knife, I cut the lettuce and carrot into large pieces, reasoning that they’d be easier for Sky Meadows to pick up without hands
>Based on what I’d vaguely seen, the ponies’ teeth closely resembled those of true horses – in other words, great for munching on vegetables
>The simple salad filled a large, shallow bowl, and as I tossed it, I eagerly savored a few pieces of the delicious lettuce myself
>Retrieving a small plate from a cabinet, I filled it with a shallow pool of sweet-tasting dressing I’d noticed in the fridge, providing Sky Meadows something into which she could dip the lettuce
>I couldn’t be certain whether she’d take advantage of it, but she would appreciate that she’d at least been given the option
>With enough food prepared to sate a stallion king tremendously, I finally turned back to the stout stack of bread Alexander and I would be enjoying
>Following a perfunctory spread of peanut butter or jelly on each slice, I lowered three sandwiches and a lonely piece of peanut butter-coated bread onto some unassuming paper napkins
>Ferrying the salad, salad dressing, and single slice of bread through the narrow hallway to the front room, I softly set them on the floor beside the dormant pony’s water bottle
>Her minimal response presented little more than an ear flick and a twitch of the nostrils, but I was certain she would awaken soon enough, probably quite hungry

>>30466586
>Commandeering her marker and a piece of paper, I quickly wrote a message for her and left it beside the bread where she would plainly see it
>SKY MEADOWS, PLEASE SAY IF PONIES LIKE PEANUT BUTTER, CALL UPSTAIRS IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, BE GOOD, I LOVE YOU
>I tried to imitate her bombardment of hearts at the message’s conclusion, but couldn’t bring myself to scribble more than three
>Considering the undeniably high chance that this pony had been a stressed, agitated, salty college student just a day ago, what could’ve happened to make her just… so… sappy?
>Brushing my hair as though it would shake the muddled answer from my mind, I stared thoughtfully at the pony’s drowsy breathing while each of her exhales elicited a soft, contented moan
>Is this flippant display of glee and gratitude really what’s going on in her mind? Really?
>Whenever she awoke to write her message earlier this morning, she awoke to a lightless house and a chain around her neck that had been tied off around a radiator
>Anyone else in her position would be freaking out about the psychopaths behind it, and the fact that I wasn’t roused by a frenzied thrashing of metal this morning was at least a little suspicious
>I was trying to get her to trust us by any means necessary, but there was an inherent danger in thinking that I’d made more progress than was truly the case
>One innocuous suggestion for an ear scratch could lead to a hug of appreciation against my clothed chest, and the closer the embrace became, the easier it was to reach my uncovered face…
>It was like trying to win a complex game of chess where I’d lose once a single member of my faction fell…
>Still, as I looked back at the opponent, her fluffy ears twitching while visions of carrots and sugar cubes danced through her dreams, I accepted that it was a game I had no choice but to play

>>30466595
>I returned to the kitchen, peeking my head into the fridge again to put back the bottles of salad dressing & jelly, and to conduct a final survey of our options before heading back upstairs
>Unlike the familiar problem of looking into the fridge only to find nothing tasty, I looked into the fridge to find most of it well and truly inedible, in light of the absent electricity
>The milk was probably already bad, the meat and eggs weren’t safe uncooked, and the condiments didn’t have anything to go on or with them
>I shut the door, plunging our edible perishables – a couple apples, some carrots, an onion, a small serving of soaked pasta, and an old box of Chinese takeout – back into tepid darkness
>If we were going to keep this pony indoors AND well-fed… it was time to go shopping…
>Shutting my eyes and letting out a long, meditative exhale, I grabbed a sleeve of saltine crackers and the trio of sandwiches before ascending the stairs toward the bedroom
>Alexander was still fast asleep when I entered, swiftly shutting the door behind me and, instead, allowing the room’s light to filter in from its other side as I drew the curtains slightly apart
>Taking a quick glance through the narrow gap, it was an overcast day, the sky painted grey uniformly, save for a singular Pegasus and several small, black plumes of smoke on the distant horizon
>A few hundred yards down the long hill that led to the center of town, a group comprising a half dozen ponies were idly chatting, laughing, and munching on the grass lining a nearly park
>It was calm and tranquil, but eerily so when I realized just how quickly the entire town had been pacified by their rapidly increasing herd

>>30466603
>With a sigh, I set our breakfast on Alexander’s desk, brushing aside the last of his anatomy notes and taking a seat in the chair where he’d been studying
>Gently prodding him with one of my shoes, he stirred in his impromptu bed for a few moments before his eyes weakly slid open, acquiring my gaze
>“Hey… uh, what, the ponies here?”
>He asked it with unshakable definiteness, as though his fate was already sealed and the wrath of the cuddly horde was utterly unassailable if they’d zeroed in
“Not yet man, it’s still just Sky M- er, uh, the pony downstairs; she calls herself Sky Meadows”
>His eyes slid closed again, the wrinkles in the blanket around his head reappearing as he settled back into a state of relaxation closely resembling sleep
>“Oh, how… cute. Was there anything ya needed me to… to do?”
“I actually didn’t, if you’d like to go back to bed”
>“Well, I get that YOU may be used to waking up early… but I’m just gonna… gonna do that then…”
“Go for it, I just wanted to let you know I brought you breakfast, and I’m going to be out of the house for a bit”
>Alexander’s eyes shot open and he sat up with a wide, staring gaze, looking at me as though I’d just violently slapped him awake
>“Wait, you’re fucking joking, you’re going to go out THERE? Are you nuts?”
“Look, I don’t want to do it, but the fridge wasn’t stocked with a lot of fruits and vegetables when this all started. We’re lucky there were any at all.”
>“Fruits and vegetables? What the hell are you talking about? Fuck off with the leafy green shit; we have, like, a thousand cans of spam and tuna downstairs!”
“Come on dude…”
>“You’re not some pregnant chick with food cravings… unless, what, you got genderbent and fucked by some stallion last night when I wasn’t paying attention?”

>>30466615
“I’m being serious here! This isn’t about me, this is about what we can feed Sky Meadows. She’s a horse – an omnivore, for God’s sake!”
>Alexander shook his head and wiped his brow
>“I hate this fucking horse, man. Let’s just dump her already and get out of town on our own. Leave her a box of cereal and a note on the door if you want to be so benevolent”
“Damn it you dense motherfucker, it’s not that simple!”
>I let out a long, shuddering exhale, filling my lungs from empty while trying to piece together my thoughts and fight back tears
“It’s… just… It’s not that simple… The ponies have everything in this town… you look out the window and it seems they’ve taken everything clear to the river…”
>“That far? No… wait, you’re kidding… You’ve… you’ve got to be…”
“They fly, they do magic, and their herd grows exponentially – there is no ‘getting out’ on our own; don’t you get it? We’re really, really lucky to at least have Sky Meadows…”
>Alexander leaned back on the blankets with his head in his hands
>“So, what, we need to treat her like our little princess if we want to have a chance…”
“Hey, I don’t like this any more than you do! But I still think we have a better chance with me running to the corner store than both of us trying to run through miles of this hellscape”
>Alexander rubbed his temples, releasing a long, pensive exhale as he mulled over our distressingly limited options
>“Fine… Fine, okay, I guess that’s… reasonable. But I’m doing the next TWO stores, between you previously going downstairs AND to this first place ALONE, you hear me?”

>>30466621
“Yeah, yeah… of course… if there even is a second run…”
>My mumbling, far from going unnoticed, prompted Alexander to hit his fist angrily against the floor, enough to warrant concern about the tenacity of his wrist function
>“Okay, get out with that Debbie Downer bullshit; there WILL be a second run! How about this, we’ll do this one together”
“Alexander… you know we’re in this together, but we can’t have both of us potentially drawing their attention. And besides, at least this way, you’ll be safe if… if they get me…”
>I looked sullenly at my feet, which had suddenly gone cold as I realized this simple run to the store was going to make me face the very real possibility of not returning as a human
>“We don’t need you to be a hero, man. And besides, if they get you, they’ll get me too; you’re the one who knows I’m here”
“Okay, then how about this, just to be safe: while I’m gone, make your way to the house next door, and if a swarm of Pegasi descends on your house, hunker down there”
>“Except if we plan to do that, ‘pony James’ would have his equine friends scour the houses next door, too”
“Watch from even further away? Make a run for it and don’t look back if things go sour?”
>“James, surely you know that any plans we make will be used against me until I’m converted to your cult of magical friendship; it’s almost better for us not to have a plan at all”
“Going forward without a plan? Seriously, are you even listening to yourself?”
>“It’d pretty much be game over for us both. There’s no way for human James to outsmart pony James”

>>30466628
>I let out a groan, swinging my head in a slow circle as my brain fried, its neurons overloaded with hopelessly futile plans to defeat the pony version of myself
>There had to be some way to defeat them, come on, what were we even trying to do here?
“Well shit, why even bother with this? If it’s so hopeless, why don’t we both go running outside right now and wave our arms around until a pair of Pegasi picks us off?”
>Alexander gave a few gentle, reassuring slaps to the side of my lower leg, as though toughening up my leg muscles would toughen up my mental fortitude too
> “Relax. We don’t need to outsmart our hypothetical selves; we just need to outsmart the ponies. You said it before: so long as neither of us ends up with hooves, we’ll be alright, yeah?”
“Yeah… okay… get to the store, get back, don’t fuck it up. Same thing I’d been planning to do”
>“Exactly, that’s the spirit”
>Following a brief bout of silence, Alexander picked up one of the sandwiches from atop the desk, prying it open to observe its contents before taking a small bite
“Anything wrong with it?”
>“Nah, I love these, just feeling a little sick is all”
>While reaching for a sandwich of my own, I couldn’t help but furrow my brow
“Is it… should I be concerned? Like, would you prefer a sandwich with lettuce and tomato?”
>“I see what you’re getting at, and no, still perfectly human and I’d be all over a plate of bacon if we had any way to fry it up. This headache is the price I’m paying for drinking last night”
“Ah, okay… how about this, I’ll leave you with the saltines and you can snack on those while I’m out, if you get hungry-”
>“Yeah, if my worrying doesn’t wreck my appetite…”
“Well, then you can share with Sky Meadows too, if she wants something salty to eat. Do you mind if I have the third sandwich before it’s no good anymore?”
>“Go for it; you’ll need the energy”

>>30466634
>Breakfast proceeded in relative silence, and while I could attribute Alexander’s slow eating to a loss of appetite, my own lethargy came about from the temptation of delaying the inevitable
>I knew it’d be time to depart once I finished, so I greedily wolfed down the entire first sandwich, ate half of the second at a reasonable rate, and picked apathetically at the final half
>Eventually, Alexander’s impatient drumming on the floor prompted me to finish it, and the last bite was washed down a moment later by a modest serving of water
>I sighed, double-checking the fit of my gloves and contents of my EMT pouch while Alexander emptied his faded, brown backpack of its defunct books and stationery
>Slinging the spacious accessory over my shoulders, I was struck by how light it was, though I also noted that it would only get heavier based on how successful the trip turned out to be
>A lust for fetching more could be my demise, and much like every other challenge the apocalypse had presented, it required me to walk a narrow tightrope
>“You’re going to want this in order to get out the bedroom window on the bottom floor, and I’m sure you’ll find it more useful than I would over the next hour or two”
>A shimmer of metal in the room’s low light caught my eye, and, tracing my gaze down Alexander’s arm, I found he was holding the handle of his pocketknife, its blade folded in
>Deftly taking it from his grasp, I clipped it onto my belt, just a bit behind the pouch hanging at my side
“Thanks, but what do you… an… an hour or two? Do you think it’ll take that long? I mean, I guess the soonest I need to be back is lunchtime for Sky Meadows, and I need to check her vitals-”

>>30466646
>“Don’t you worry about Sky Meadows; I can keep an eye on her until you’re back to properly put in the stitches. No rush… just be cautious out there”
>He spoke with an enviable calmness, although he obviously wasn’t the one going out into the great unknown just beyond our door
>Deep in my gut, a voice was bubbling up that longed to tell Alexander what a wonderful, reliable friend he’d always been, and that I’d be sincerely sorry if my mistakes led to his demise
>I swallowed, a frail attempt to keep my feelings in check, while nodding in affirmation and sliding open the bedroom door
>Making my way downstairs, I passed Sky Meadows, still fast asleep as I turned the corner toward the rear of the house
>Sky Meadows, I sure hope your friends out there are just as forgiving as you seem to be… or better yet, just as sleepy…
>With the front and side doors opening dangerously close to the street, Alexander had advised me to leave by way of a window, and in slashing the screen, the knife already proved its worth
>With a quick pop and a toss, the discarded fixture was out of sight, allowing me to roll into a narrow gap between the dense bushes lining the back of the house
>Pressing tightly against the brick, I peered around each corner in search of ponies, listening for a clicking of hooves or the wayward flap of a Pegasus’ wings
>Instead, the brisk grey air yielded nothing more than a whistling wind, while the cars of yesterday lay abandoned to solitarily fight their first losing battle against the oncoming rust
>Cautiously, I crossed into the neighbor’s yard, a traitorous slip of shoes on driveway asphalt momentarily ringing out through the air

>>30466655
>Lying down amid their bushes, my neck swiveled about, wondering whether there were any ponies living within that may have perked up at the alien one-two stepping rhythm of a biped
>I lay motionless for ten minutes, and as my confidence steadily grew that no ponies had taken notice of my presence, I concurrently realized how this trip could be a several-hour endeavor
>Staring down the row of houses, I could see the familiar overhang of the deserted Carmine Corners gas station, not even two hundred yards away
>While I wasn’t exceptionally athletic, I wouldn’t be far behind the football players and sprinters who could’ve closed the distance in thirty seconds
>Granted, that was on an open track…
>Scanning the sky for Pegasi, I rose to my feet and kept my head low as I approached the short fence delineating the edge of the next backyard, vigilantly peering over it for a moment
>It creaked and shuddered as I vaulted over its top, with the weak, poorly painted wood splintered from years of disrepair
>Scampering between a shed and the neighboring fence, I again paused, spending several minutes listening for any rhythms of hoofsteps
>With the coast still seemingly clear, I rolled onto my feet and soon set out again
>My progress proceeded with an agonizing and intermittent, albeit overall steady, sluggishness while each errant noise sent me scrambling for cover
>Adrenaline raced through my veins at each corner and fence, with the looming hazard of encountering a random pony happily munching away on some grass in each blind spot

>>30466660
>At one point, I pressed myself into the dirt beneath a row of bushes as the shadows of a pair of Pegasi flittered across the yard, their forms silhouetted against the darkening clouds
>As they performed a playful spectacle of aerial acrobatics high in the sky, I prayed that they’d remain too enamored in their newfound flight to attentively scan their surroundings
>With wings flapping animatedly, they raced out of sight a few moments later, laughing heartily as they found joy in the gusty wind whipping through their manes
>My own heart was hammering and the impermeable gloves were trapping a veritable sea in my sweaty palms, but I dared not lose focus of my gradually approaching objective
>Peering across the final backyard along the row of houses, I caught sight of the beautifully ornamented clock hanging over the sidewalk from the bank on the street corner
>The minute hand creeped towards noon, and I noted that although my movement down the street had been very slow, it had succeeded in its primary objective of remaining stealthy
>With a light-footed jog, I made it through the final leg of the journey, taking a knee between an abandoned car and the wall of the convenience store while I caught my breath
>Amid the eerie silence, a gust of wind whipped mightily, rustling the pages of a newspaper lying at my feet as a single tiny shard of glass tumbled from a broken window frame
>The front page could have been representative of any news day from the past century, featuring bold headlines concerned with the geopolitical threats of the day
>The stories were a few days old, and included no mention of the unexpected reality of the apocalypse’s actual harbingers, whose cuddles surpassed the effectiveness of conventional warfare

>>30466666
>Lifting my gaze and scanning across the expanse of asphalt ahead and behind me, I seemed to be alone, the gas station’s pumps and parking lot sitting unattended
>With footsteps as soft as a kitten’s, I hurried through an already-smashed glass pane into the convenience store, ducking into a dark corner as its shards clung into the soles of my shoes
>Sheltered from the roughest gusts by the punctured façade, the gentle clinking of the glass underfoot echoed worryingly, although the store seemed largely deserted… and untouched, too
>Far from the caricature of post-apocalyptic looting, the shelves comprising my dim hiding place were reasonably aligned, with row upon row of well-stocked bags of pretzels
>Peering around the corner, a few misplaced bottles resting on the floor were the only prominent signs of disarray amid much of the same mildly diligent organization
>The most recent time I’d visited to Carmine Corners was to buy an energy drink during my first round of exams, as its location was within fifty yards of the library’s front door
>At that point, the owner was an older gentleman who took much pleasure in running the store on his own, and had been known to run a very orderly operation
>True to life, he was courteous and quick to ring up my order, though I found him a bit too insistent on trying to push his homemade ‘artisan’ salads
>Proud as he was of them, I hadn’t the remotest intentions of spending eight dollars on a salad, particularly when I could’ve made about twenty servings of pasta for the same price
>At the time, many fellow consumers seemed to silently agree with me, the inventory seldom decreasing as it sat largely ignored against the back wall
>The man would be a millionaire in ponybucks right now if he were still running the store…

>>30466669
>Slowly creeping to the shelf where I’d remembered seeing the salads, I braced for sheer disappointment, instead finding that dozens remained untouched in a neat stack of plastic containers
>Rising to an awkward half-standing position that couldn’t be easily seen from a pony’s eye level, I began delving into a quick perusal of the available variety
>I found over a dozen with no meat to speak of, and what rich choices, too!
>I began to slide as many as I could carry into the backpack, ultimately finding that I would be able to accommodate five or six at most, yet that still wouldn’t leave me too overly encumbered
>The dead space between the plastic containers could ideally be filled with snacks for myself and Alexander, especially considering the ponies wouldn’t miss a few pieces of jerky or deli meat
>Nonetheless, I didn’t want to push my luck when the impetus for the trip had simply been a search for food that would keep Sky Meadows happy
>As I slowly zipped up the backpack, I envisioned the genuine glee written in her face upon hearing that these kind humans were keeping her so well & deliciously fed while she recovered
>Some of the salads had apples, or cute slices of mandarin oranges, or little pieces of melon, or s-
>“Hey, did you hear somepony in there?”
>Just beyond the rows of shelves toward the front of the store, a chipper voice piped up over the din of swirling wind
>As my brain began running a mile a minute, every muscle in my body locked up, not daring to move a single inch while the clicking of several sets of hooves traversed the asphalt outside
>“I didn’t hear anything, Storm…”
>Don’t… draw… their… attention…

>>30466677
>With my heart pounding, my wandering eyes tracked along a narrow, diffuse beam of light that pointed… right to a window facing the gas pumps outside…
>Fuck… the ponies weren’t quite there yet, but they’d have an unmistakably clear line of sight to me in just a few seconds… They sure as hell wouldn’t doubt Storm after that…
>Forgoing the salad-filled backpack as a worthy loss if I needed to run, I rolled off my feet and began silently sliding across the floor into a neighboring aisle that couldn’t be seen from outside
>I hadn’t traversed more than three or four feet, but as I pulled my feet behind cover, I frenetically hoped and estimated that it would be sufficient
>In the dim light shrouding the store, I watched the vague reflections of the ponies from around a corner, holding my breath when one blurry profile appeared to pause at the window
>She looked in, seemed to tilt her head to the side out of confusion, and then, just as quickly as she’d appeared, she departed to rejoin her herd
>I breathed a noiseless sigh of relief only when I could hold my breath no longer
>That was too close… that was way too close… I’m going to give them at least twenty minutes before heading back out, because damn, that was too close…
>Lest my footsteps be heard, I was determined to sit still for a few minutes, and considering I’d never previously seen this aisle, I began scanning the newfound array of bagged snacks

>>30466681
>That’s when I noticed the indiscriminately scattered pieces of lettuce on the floor
>That’s when I noticed the half-eaten containers of salad resting in the middle of the leaves, not twenty feet away
>That’s when I noticed the hooves, twitching wings, and anxiously flicking tails attached to the pair of Pegasi sitting just beyond, their feathery forms dominating my view of the aisle
>My eyes went wide and it took everything in my power not to scream, not to cough, not to even gasp as my muscles were suddenly awash in adrenaline
>While my mind screamed for me to do something – anything – I presented my trembling palm, a gesturing plea for personal space, as if to say, ‘I didn’t see you there; I’ll just be on my way now’
>The ponies appeared unperturbed in their state of mild shock, as evidently I’d crashed their lunch date, with bits of half-munched lettuce still hanging from each of their mouths
>Most of the light bound for the aisle was swallowed by the imposing grey body of the stallion, who had a wing blanketed over his marefriend and a confused expression written on his face
>With gently parted lips, the other pony, a blue Pegasus with her pink mane twisted into a long, flowing braid, furrowed her brow questioningly at me
>“Uh… hi? My name’s Typhoon Twist, and this is Cobalt here… do you… do you want to cuddle?”
>Rising to a seated position, my vision briefly flicked back to the window’s reflection, the herd outside still nowhere to be seen… not yet…
>I briefly considered my chances of escape by sprinting out the side of the store away from the herd, but an overbearing fear of just how many ponies lay beyond paralyzed my judgment

>>30466689
>When I glanced back into the aisle, the mare was still trying to establish eye contact, but not yet making an aggressive move to transform me by force
>“Say, friend, if you could do us a favor, could you actually come over here, please?”
>No, not on your life! Now shut the fuck up you stupid horse, before you draw in all the others!
>Realizing that the window to evade the herd’s curious ears was already shut, my heart sank as a low cacophony of hoofsteps gradually drew closer against the asphalt
>“See, I thought I heard somepony talking in there!”
>Suddenly indifferent to the consequences of any noise I made myself, my breathing audibly picked up, panic starting to set in
>I began reaching for the knife hanging idly at my side… I knew I couldn’t fight my way out of this… A pony hostage was an absolutely terrible idea, but it was my only recourse…
>That, or an unrelenting slice… right into the heart or neck… It could be nice and quick, albeit messy…
>No… No, even if I were willing to do that and it bought Alexander a bit more time, he would be devastated if he learned that I had used his own knife for it… He’d never forgive himself…
>I guess one of these ponies was to be my bargaining chip… Typhoon Twist, please tell me you weren’t a wrestler before all this, because I need you to get me out of this mess…
>The blue Pegasus mare, sensing my unease, rose to her hooves with a wince of pain and a high-pitched grunt, flaring her wing protectively in front of the stallion as he spoke up
>“Typhoon… sweetie, don’t be too hasty now…”
>She and I anxiously locked eyes as my hand hovered at my waist, her gently bobbing head drawing nearer with each strained step
>Gloves, shoes, long pants, sleeves, hoodie fully zipped… James, whatever you do, just don’t let any of her fur touch your head on the takedown…

>>30466695
>The menacing clicks of approaching hooves resonated from every possible direction as the sound bounced through the store, though I could see only one of the hooves’ owners
>And yet…
>Typhoon Twist’s steps were… distinct from the others… they were exceedingly short, and every fourth step… had something odd about it…
>One final attempt at diplomacy…
“T-Typhoon?”
>“Yes, friend?”
“Your legs... are… are they okay?”
>“Just… a bit hurt… I guess…”
>Bingo...
“Would… would it be okay if I took a look at them? I have medical experience”
>She halted, a single set of hooves ceasing its contribution to the racket of crescendoing clicks
>My muscles tensed, given that the decision to reach for my EMT pouch, or brandish the knife, was riding on her response
>“O-Okay…”
>I let out a forceful exhale, unable to completely veil my relief
>Thank God…
“That’s a good girl… then could you just take your weight off it…”
>She nodded hesitantly and lowered herself, never disturbing her unwavering gaze that stared at my every motion, most of all the drag of the zipper as I opened my odd-looking EMT pouch
>Slowly reaching in, I absentmindedly retrieved a large pad bandage and syringe… which would be of no use to me for helping Typhoon Twist, but they LOOKED exceedingly medical
>As I uneasily took a seat next to the faintly trembling pony, my peripheral vision caught two forms curiously watching my every move
>Down one end of the aisle, her stallionfriend had risen to his hooves and was chewing his lip apprehensively
>At the other end, a white unicorn had poked her purple mane around the corner and was slowly approaching, the calculated impacts of her hooves no longer resonating as distant echoes

>>30466698
>The more I observed the ponies, cornered and lowered to their eye level, the more I noticed their warmly burning desire to make me just like them, and bring an end to the threat I posed
>I wasn’t in the clear just because I had offered to help their friend… not by a long shot…
“Wait, wait, hold on – I’m an EMT, I can help her!”
>The Pegasus stallion’s unassailable gaze was still locked into my movements, but it was the unicorn who spoke with a commanding authority and appeared the most eager to pounce
>“Ah, yes, you find a pouch full of medical supplies, and suddenly that makes you a medical authority… there was a guy… well, a mare… just like you on Hamilton Avenue earlier today…”
“No, please, I’m telling you, look!”
>I frantically swiped at the hoodie’s zipper, catching it after a few failed attempts and tearing it downwards to reveal my shirt sporting a Carmine Ambulance logo
>Displaying my torso for both ponies to plainly see, the unicorn’s narrowed eyes reflected her incredulity, but I could perceive that her resolve was slowly crumbling
“I spent fucking YEARS busting my ass for sick and injured folks, just like I’m trying to do for Typhoon Twist here – not to mention Sky Meadows”
>The last piece of my sentence clearly hit a nerve with the unicorn, her eyebrows lifting in surprise as a clamor of hooves erupted from behind her
>Out of the modest group of multicolored ponies peering around the shelf’s corner, a purple Pegasus surged forward, mercilessly pounding my backpack with a hoofbeat in the process
>Gently upsetting her unicorn friend’s mane, her hooves skittered over the tile and she slid toward me at an alarmingly high speed
>Had I not leaned away in fright, she would have bumped into my nose, and even now she allowed for little more than a few inches of clearance as I found myself beginning to hyperventilate

>>30466705
>“Where is Sky Meadows – do you expect us to believe that?! What’d you do with her?! I’ll GLADLY make you a pony if you don’t want to tell me!”
>What the hell, you’re going to inadvertently turn me into one if you’re not careful with that muzzle of yours!
“Wait, wait! I didn’t do anything! Please, I’m begging you!”
>With an air of emotional instability permeating the whole aisle, I couldn’t suppress my tears any longer
>One touch would be the end of me, and that fact had been terrifying enough in the midst of Sky Meadows, even when she was asleep
>In contrast, this pony was getting right in my face, causing me to shudder as her warm breath hit me, smelling faintly of grass and cinnamon candies
>“Give me one good reason not to tackle you right now! That would get you to spill it!”
“I’ll tell you, honest! Please! She gave me a note!”
>The rustle of paper in my pocket prompted the Pegasus to take a surprised step back, reestablishing a meager semblance of personal space as she observed my hand’s fishing expedition
>The unicorn lent her own assistance, enveloping the paper in a soft glow as it floated from my shaking hand and unfolded on its journey through the air
>Silently, I mourned the fact that I was giving away what pretty much amounted to my only ‘get out of jail free’ card with these ponies
>“Daisy, what’s it say?”
>Daisy levitated the paper closely in front of herself with a dispassionate glare, shifting back and forth between the note and my pleading eyes
>“Thank you for saving me and bandaging my wounds. You're peachy keen. I love you. Signed, Sky Meadows”
>“Wait, Daisy, that was something Sky Meadows always said, even before we had friendship in our hearts – that folks she likes are ‘peachy keen!’”
>“I’m inclined to believe you, Storm Cloud, meaning this note’s the real deal, and we owe our friend here a debt of gratitude for all the work he’s done…”

>>30466712
>The unicorn began a slow, deliberate series of steps in my direction, which terrorized me to my very core with each hair-raising click against the tile
>I didn’t dare raise my eyes, knowing fully well that she would think my meager attempts at brave defiance were ‘cute’ in the wake of the ponies overtaking the entire town so quickly
>“It’s a real shame that it took you so long to find us after helping our friend… after all, Storm Cloud was morally ruined this morning when she forgot where she’d lost sight of her friend…”
>The purple Pegasus backed away and tucked her tail between her legs, a wave of guilt apparently washing over her as she hung her head low
>“Luckily, you’re going to tell us exactly where she is, right?”
>I swallowed, fearing that I might upset Daisy if I tried to meet her gaze, a soft reply escaping my mouth
“Y-Yes… Daisy…”
>“See, that’s not so hard, right? That’s a good boy…”
>I nodded slowly, another puzzle piece of coercion falling into place amid my struggle to maintain my humanity
>“And then we’ll make Typhoon Twist and Cobalt all better with your help, and you’ll get the hero’s welcome you deserve!”
“Hero’s… welcome?”
>“Oh yes, all the mares will adore you for what you’d accomplished. Or, stallions, if that’s your preference once we’re done…”
>A shiver ran up my spine and I struggled to keep my hammering heart in check
“Daisy, do you… it’s impossible to… to work some of these medical devices with hooves… How would you even work a syringe? Or open a bandage?”
>“Oh, you underestimate unicorns’ abilities, and I sincerely hope you end up as one so you can learn to appreciate them and continue your work. I’ll show you in a moment…”

>>30466718
>The impatient twitching of a certain purple pair of wings prompted Daisy to circle back to a previous question
>“But first, about Sky Meadows… where is she recovering again? You want to be a good little pony and tell us, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes… Yes, I do… I will…”
>My mind raced to come up with a fitting lie
>I could tell them she’s somewhere on the far side of town?
>Although, then Storm Cloud would bolt over there, find her absent, and brand me a liar before I could escape…
>I could tell them tha-
>“Well, we’re waiting… maybe it’d be easier to find the motivation if you were a pony, hmmm?”
“Sixty Rockwell Avenue! She’s in the front room on the bottom floor of Sixty Rockwell Avenue…”
>With a hurried scramble of hooves and a cheerful shout that she knew the exact location of that house, Storm Cloud practically flew out the side of the storefront
>I knew the house well too, as it was, indeed, the house in which I’d spent a couple hours working to treat Sky Meadows’ lacerations
>It was, indeed, the house in which Alexander and I had established our base, hidden from his roommates, and where we observed the beginning of this nightmare unfolding
>And, if luck was playing in our favor, it was the house in which Alexander would be safely upstairs when Storm Cloud arrived to whisk her friend away…

Well, looks like James is just having ‘one of those mornings’
To find out what happens next, tune in next week for the exciting continuation of Cuddly Doom!
As always, the story updates on Mondays and Thursdays, and will be back next week on July 10th.
Have a great weekend, everyone!

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>>30466695
>That, or an unrelenting slice… right into the heart or neck… It could be nice and quick, albeit messy…

One day, a human wont pussy out and their final act will be to traumatise whichever poor pony cornered them, completely covering them in blood as they desperately try to transform the human as quickly as possible to stop the bleeding.
>Transformation simply stops part way through.
>Rest of the herd shows up to find the poner crying over the deformed corpse, looking like they walked through a slaughterhouse.

>>30466724
They need to keep him human so he can provide infibulations

>>30466724
Awesome job, mate.

>>30465287
Rape Anon Extreamlyhard?

>>30466724
Will he and Alex become little gay stallions and live happily ever after?

>>30463659

"Coming to Know My Place"
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11424852/chapters/25597494

Big thanks to Jeff and Zero&Infinity for helping me come up with a name

>>30466724
I love your writing style

>>30466666
RABGAR has spoken! the end is neigh!

>>30464066
I'm in the same boat as you dude. Cuddly Doom is a well written story but I struggle reading it because I can't help but resent the ponies for the reasons you mentioned. I go into every chapter hoping this protagonist will escape his fate or at least retain all of himself post tf but I'm proven wrong every time. Despite this, I can never completely give up on the story since it's so well written and, as you put it. Total mental rewrites are already too close to identity death for me and the way the pone virus keeps some elements of the self while instilling the urge to tf others really activates my almonds and spooks the fuck outta me.

I don't know of many other stories like cuddly doom where the protag escapes, but a friend of mine is working on a story where the virus is a yearly occasion instead of a swarm of horses and different people get turned into different species of horses or other magical creatures based. Everyone retains their sense of self but their bodies change and they gotta deal with being constantly aroused. It'll be posted here once it's done so stick around.

>>30464877
>Horrifiyingly relatable zombies
Pls no that makes it even worse. Cranking the fright up to 11 right there. I'm looking forward to reading and having nightmares about cute cuddly horses.

>>30466724
Damn. that was a good cliffhanger.
That CUNT Daisy has him in a bind.
And the chain and leash isn't going to leave a very good impression...

Maybe they'll chain James up in her place and keep him as a slave for belly rubs

>>30464877
Something I've been wondering: Are Cutie Marks even a thing in this story? Are they something that exists that just isn't brought up for the sake of the story's flow or are they all just blank flanks?

>>30467077
Maybe. I think he's deliberately left himself vulnerable to it.

>>30466724
Why the cliffhanger man ;~;

>>30467785
he said satan trips though.
Those, my friend, are quints.

>>30469573
Wanting to become the little mare is the new normal.

>Hearing that voice brought out a little shame in not recognising her sooner but it's too late to apologise for that now
"Good evening, your majesty" You quickly spout out, your ears pinned down to the sides of our as you see her chuckle at your mini-breakdown
>"I can say the same to thou as well, and for next time, just Luna will suffice" She responded with a caring tone
>"As to why We are here, that is a little more troubling in itself for us" Luna said worryingly as she made herself comfortable in the chair opposite
>"The medical personnel in Canterlot did the best they could to mend thine body physically, but you fell into a coma, and even with all of their skills, they had a great trouble pulling you out of it, so they requested my hoof to assist in the matter " She said with a voice full of sorrow as she spread a wing over your face
>You shocked by the news that the princess just gave you
"But everything seems so real, from the scent of the flowers to the aches in my body" You stammer, dumbstruck
>"But it isn't, Sourdough" Luna stated
>"As we speak, we are in your subconscious, or the land of dreams. Your mind is trying to mend itself, it just needs some help in achieving the task" She added, allowing you to take it all in
"So all I have to do is wake up?" You ask, tilting your head with an ear perked up
"It is not as simple as that" Luna says as she shakes her head, her ethereal mane bobbing and whipping as she does
>"However, a certain somepony wanted to help me help you help yourself" Luna hinted, her head bowed as an icy-blue magic wrapped around her horn and opened a portal
>"SOURDOUGH!" Honey Dipper squealed as she galloped through the portal, sliding across the floor and tumbling into your arms
>You hold her close to yourself, smelling her frazzled mane while she nuzzles your body
"Thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful; just like you" You say, letting some tears drop from your eyes onto the head as the two of you cuddle

>>30467196
At this time, we will neither confirm nor deny the current trajectory of James and/or Alexander toward gay little stallionhood and a state of ultimate happiness.
We are monitoring the situation closely and will broadcast all available facts as they become known, in accordance with the appropriate regulations Q.T. § P.O.n(e).

>>30469053
While I’m planning for Cutie Marks to be addressed in the story, it’s going to be just a brief snippet in the epilogue.
Suffice to say, they’re all blank flanks right now; I think anything more would have distracted from the story without adding much.
Future events will give them reason to throw some cute-ceañeras.

>>30469336
I know a thing or two about sadism – I know what really hurts.

>>30469885
>"Honey Dipper was the one who found you, passed out, covered in burns and bread. She and a few other of the townsponies lifted you onto a cart, and dashed you to the hospital"
>Luna said as she tried to not have a heart attack of her own from all of the cuteness in front of her
>"If it wasn't for the fact that I'd taught my neighbours a little about how to make honey and tend to the bees, we'd both be in the hospital! I'd been worried sick about you, and I couldn't even sleep at all and I'mgladthatyou'rekindaokaynow!" Honey Dipper said as she hugged you tighter and tighter
"As long as I have you…" You say as you run your hoof through her mane, rubbing behind her ear gently "… I think we'll be okay"
"So how exactly do we... Y'know, get out of here?" You ask Luna
>"We feel that your mind is mostly stable now, so whenever you're ready we can begin" She answered
>"Sourdough, Honey Dipper; We just require thou to lay in the bed" Luna commanded as the two of you clambered in, a deep red blush showing through the deep brown of your muzzle
>"See you on the other side?" Honey Dipper asked, staring deep into your eyes
>You nod and yawn, as wave after wave of tiredness washed over your body and and hers as Luna casted her spell
>A shrill solid sound silenced as she stopped the machine, A human no more, as Luna shifted out of the room

>You and Honey Dipper had a good life going as the two of you forged your paths in life, with cheer in your hoofsteps and love in your hearts
>But the second greatest love in your life? That was a small tannish filly with a deep golden mane
>Her name? Honey Oat, your daughter

The end
~fin~
RINE ENDS HERE

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Alright guys!
HANDS AND/OR HOOVES IN THE AIR!
THIS IS A STICK UP!

>>30469885
>your ears pinned down to the sides of our as you
Huh?

>"I can say the same to thou
Thee

>>30469964
Aww, cute. Congrats on a completed story.

>>30469889
Why make them gay little stallion's when James could just be the little mare. What, with all his crying and kindness he already fits the role perfectly.

>>30470151
Don't know why my phone corrected "stallions" to be possessive.

>>30463870
It sounds quite nice, to be honest.

>>30467350
Added to the google doc.
http://derpy.me/PonyTF

>>30469964
This was sweet

I love your work although I haven't been leaving much feedback on this one.
It would be nice if you saved up your material and did a two to three post update every time, reading on post at a time makes it hard to remember that far back.

Congratulations on another completed story, I look forward to seeing what you come up with next

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>>30464066
>>30464227
>>30464805
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>>30468429
>tfw the brainwashing aspect is actually part of the major appeal to this story.
Being fucked in the head isnt fun when you cant afford therapy.
+ Core essence of the person still exists.
+ Negative memories are not completely erased, just extremely fuzzy.
+ Comfortable with physical contact.
- Possibly uncontrollable craving for making new friends.
- I'd be leaving pony-me with a significant amount of amnesia.
- Strong aversion to bacon.
I should probably be concerned with how readily i'd commit cuddlcide, but i'd honestly be welcoming it with open arms even if i just saw a guy get converted right in front of me.
Hell, i'd probably get my soon-to-be new friends a couple drinks while i could still open cupboards and the fridge easily.

>"So you want a coke, tea, lemonade, i think i had some cider in here somewhere."
>[Confused yelling intensifies]
>"Oh sweet there's some cake left, you guys can eat cake right?"
>[Groans and Equine giggles intensify]
>"Fuck yes i found the cider, now it's a party."

>>30470943
Yeah I feel you there Anon. The mental changes are unnerving, but not enough to discourage me from diving in head first.

>>30470943
>ywn rape the pony as you become the pony

>>30470088
Whoops! sorry about that!
>>30470825
Also thanks, you two and any others along the way, lurking in the shdows

now what to do next?

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>>30471256
There are always more ponies to transform.

>>30470943
The thing that concerns me about it is the nefarious undertones presented in some key places in the story. For example, near the end of chapter 2, when Storm Cloud desperately tries to recall her past, she laments that entire decades of her life have been forgotten. Then, while Storm is trying to remember, Daisy steps in and hugs her, and she immediately stops trying to remember and instead suggests they all make new friends.
(it makes it look like Daisy is actively trying to stop Storm from remembering for her "own good")

I'd rather not remember a life with an abusive father either, but I'd at least like to remember some of the stuff in-between. It seems to completely wipe any unpleasant memories and puts any memories associated with those unpleasant memories through a very thick fog. It's like trying to read a book through a pane of thick, opaque colored glass.

Only the overly pleasant memories are completely retained.

I'd like to keep my memories, even some of the shitty ones, thank you very much. They build up who you are as person. Without your memories, you are nobody. Just an empty shell.

Aside from all that I'm all on board for the cuddly pony apocalypse.

The story is very good, imo. Being personally averse to the mental changes helps me put myself in the protag's shoes and makes me concerned for them. It would be a less enjoyable story if the characters never avoided it after all as there would be no conflict.

>>30471582
You summarized everything that irks me about CD my dude. I want to keep all my memories, even the shitty ones, because they made me who I am. The way I see it is the Ponies make you forget all the bad things that happened to you, and that makes you into a way too cheery horse. The fact that they also try to stop you from remembering things just scares me even more. That said, the unease I get when reading the story does get me invested in the MC's struggle so it has that going for it.

>>30470943
you do you my dude. You can like the mental changes and stuff, I'll just be brooding in my corner.

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>>30471582
>>30471674
The nefarious undertones are mainly Daisy it seems like, the others seem to 'just' be aggresively friendly and dont seem to have any sort of long-term plan beyond cuddles.

>I'd rather not remember a life with an abusive father either
I remember from an earlier chapter that pony dads apparently have a knack for finding their kids.
Imagine the herds reaction if an abusive father-pony cuddled their offspring, and the resulting pony didnt remember the guy at all?
I dont think any amount of hugs would soften that kind of blow.
Mother on my side.
I agree that we're the sum total of our memories, good and bad, but there are some experiences that are simply better off not having.
It's like a scar, sure you can recover from a wound, but the new tissue generally leaves an ugly mark, is less resistant to future wounds and in severe cases causes lifelong problems.
Maybe it's the negative experiences i've had which allow me to objectively(Well, as much as i can at least, i try not to delude myself too much) look at my life and say "Yeah, i'd be okay with getting rid of this to to give a new 'me' a chance at a better life.
The fact that said new 'me' would be a cute and cuddly four legged horse surrounded by others that actively want to give me companionship would be a pure bonus.

>>30472067
I won't deny that it's tempting to forget all the bad and start fresh, and depending on how hard of a life you've lived it would make it seem like a more obvious choice. It all boils down to the red and blue pill philosophy: forget and be happy or retain your knowledge and live through the hardships. except in the context of the story, happiness ISN'T a choice. When said like that it really doesn't seem like such a bad thing.
It's not like you could really do anything about it anyways if a cuddlocalypse actually happened. Might as well make the most of the last days of your old life.
I enjoy discussions like this and it's interesting to see other's perspectives.

>>30472067
Now I'm imagining a continuing cycle of abuse except the former abuser is now the abused colt

On the topic of Fathers, I remember Cobalt defending his son's choice to be a brony in the previous chapter, meaning he's probably A+ dad, but recently we see him getting all lovey with Typhoon with his son nowhere to be found. I take it he's probably divorced and his ex-wife has the kid? Or maybe his son's mother is dead or was never Cobalt's wife to begin with? Either way, friendship bonds are great and all, but the bond between parent and child is unrivaled. I'm curious to see if Cobalt's brony son has already changed, or if Cobalt will be faced with the challenge of changing his son? Sounds like an interesting chapter for sure and knowing this writer, he's probably already thought of it.

Not to mention this kid's dad has already found a mare mom replacement

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>>30472430
A horgy?

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>>30472430
>TFW you will never be assimilated by a trap horse herd

>>30472841
I'd much rather believe that they were a trio of former guys that became mares.
And now they find themselves chronically competing over the same stallions... or Anon.

>>30472983
Unable to reach a compromise they resort to transforming and abducting anons to serve as their communal cum pump

>>30473015
>Being in experienced with the delicate art of causing transformations the first few times they try this the anons wind up as mares, only worsening their problem.

>>30473087
As time goes on you end up with a horde of horny mares abducting anons and making them stallion cum pumps

They end up going a little overboard and manage to end up with a surplus of horny stallions

The stallions don't mind, and are quite happy to mount each other until some horse pussy frees up

> slowly, your eyes adjust after a bright flash of light engulfs the room
> everything is different, this isn't your room
> there's a couch, a small tv sitting on a desk, a fridge and stove to your left, and some windows covered with old sheets to your right
> it seems you're in a tiny apartment
> there are 3 doors in this suite, which you're guessing is the bathroom, bedroom, and exit
> behind you is a computer desk with someone's battlestation
> a 3-monitor spread, very nice
> but how did you get here though?
> you try to remember what you were doing just a minute ago
> something on 4chan
> you were replying to some shitty thread on /mlp/
> "quints and I become the little pony. check em"
> and just a few seconds after hitting submit, boom, bright lights
> you look down at your hands to see you don't have any hands at all
> you've got hooves now
> and your arms are covered in fur
> meme magic was real afterall
> should you panic? You wanted this right?
> you were hoping you'd end up in Equestria if it happened
> not some guy's apartment
> you stop and try to think logically
> this is definitely a dream
> you were pretty tired today, likely fell asleep at your desk
> to test if this is real, you should check a mirror
> mirrors always do crazy shit in dreams so this should settle it
> after a few stumbles walking on four legs, you make your way to the bathroom
> standing on your hind legs, you peer over the sink at your reflection
> a pony looks back at you
is it a mare or a male?

>>30473442
A sissy stallion

>>30473442
SISSY
I
S
S
Y

tfw forcible made into a pony by the equestrian inquisition

>>30474089
tfw misspell forcibly

Back with something new. I'm not shitcanning Flu Season, I just had a couple ideas that I wanted to write. A couple ideas turned into six thousand words, and here we are. Enjoy.

>Your name is Anon Doe.
>You’re all of six years old.
>Right now, you’re pressed against the wall of your home’s vast living room, gazing down the long hallway to the game room, the garage, the workshop, the guest house, and, of course, your dad’s office.
>Just a few months ago, your father, John Doe, brought home a fancy new car called a Packard Caribbean.
>He even let you sit in the driver’s seat!
>You’re pretty sure he built it himself, too; after all, for as long as you can remember, sketches and small clay models of the car have littered your spacious house.
>You asked your mom about it once, and she said he used to work for a man named Lee Iacocca as Chrysler’s “cee-eff-oh”, whatever that means.
>But the company went under and he decided to leave and pursue his dream of resurrecting your grandfather’s favorite automaker.
>You have vague memories of riding in the back of his old, big, lazy car, with seats that felt endless and a powerful burble coming from under the mile-long hood.
>Your dad still keeps it tucked away in the far corner of the garage, and each day, before he leaves for work, he gives it a loving pat.
>And he always tells you how he feels like there’s a piece of your grandfather that’s still somewhere in there.
>Right now, your dad’s talking on the phone, which he does a lot.
>Sometimes he sounds calm, sometimes he’s excited, other times he shouts and bangs on his desk.
>A few times, like right now, he speaks in hushed whispers.
>But you can still barely hear what he’s saying from behind those large doors, only slightly ajar.

>>30474200
>”I’m telling you, we’re in over our heads here. They got John Delorean for this shit, and they’re bound to get me, too.”
>...
>”I know we’re more careful than he is, but it’s still a possibility! Okay, I know this is a different, uh, substance, too. But as soon as this stuff gets on the street it’s gonna spread like wildfire, and then we’re gonna have the Feds on our backs. Look, when I joined in on this crazy shit, I made one thing incredibly clear. You remember what it was?”
>...
>”There you go. Keep this money so far away from the company it’s not even funny. I’m not getting my life’s work shut down because you were careless. Now, let’s get to work on the distribution. Are we gonna start making it in–”
>”Sweetie, what are you doing?”
>You whip around and face your mom, who, although she may be towering over you, doesn’t appear menacing at all.
“Nothing.”
>She laughs and takes your hand, guiding you back into the living room.
>”I’ve told you what your father does before, haven’t I?”
“Mhm.”
>”And I’ve told you how important it is to him?”
>You nod.
>”Nonny, I know you may be curious, but I need you to give your father some privacy while he’s working. You know how much he loves spending time with you, and he’d hate to have to tell you no while he’s busy. Okay? Now let’s do something fun.”
>That’s just one of your many hazy childhood memories, bouncing around in your head.
>You’re still trying to put all the pieces together.
>Another time, a couple years later, you’re sitting on the sofa reading while your mom makes dinner.
>The TV is on in the background, and when you look up, there’s an older woman on the screen.
“Mom, who’s that?”
>”That’s the First Lady, sweetie. Nancy Reagan.”
>Whatever she’s talking about, it’s clearly very important.

>>30474202
>”Our job is never easy because drug criminals are ingenious. They work everyday to plot a new and better way to steal our children's lives, just as they've done by developing these new, dangerous drugs, crack and Pon-E. For every door that we close, they open a new door to death. They prosper on our unwillingness to act. So, we must be–”
>”Jane, turn that off.”
>Your father walks into the room, white as a sheet.
>”John, what’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
>”Oh, it’s nothing, dear. Just tired, that’s all.”
>He swiftly shuts off the television set and walks across the room to the chef’s kitchen, where he wraps your mother in a loving embrace.
>You gag a little and go back to reading.
>Later, he’s on the phone again.
>”Haven’t you heard what’s going on at Toyota? They’re gonna one-up Mercedes with a brand new luxury car.”
>...
>”What do we do? We build the Patrician! We’ve been developing it for an eternity without acting on it, and if we finish the engineering by the end of the year we can present a prototype at the Detroit Auto Show in April.”
>...
>”How are we gonna fund it? We’ll have start another round of investment, maybe try an IPO if things go really well. It’ll be tight, but I can make it work.”
>...
>”No, we’re NOT going to fund it with that. What do I keep fucking telling you? Keep that money out of the company! We’re on a roll here, and I’m not letting you ruin it to make funding this a little bit easier. Got it? Good.”

>>30474209
>A few years later, you’re old enough to go to work with your dad when school’s out.
>He takes you everywhere, from the company’s headquarters to the design studios to the cavernous factory where they build the Packard Caribbean and, now, the Packard Patrician.
>It’s all captivating to you, and he can tell.
>He tells you the company’s plans and projects well before they’re made public, knowing you’ll keep them a secret.
>Even when you’re not with him, you’re still soaking up details about the company, especially after he gives you a copy of the Caribbean’s build sheet.
>You spend hours and hours imaging various combinations of paint colors, engines, and options, trying to pin down the exact specifications of your dream car.
>You were there at the Detroit Auto Show, where your father stood up on the main stage and unveiled the future of the Packard Motor Car Company.
>A summer later, you’re with him at the assembly line the day work starts on the Patrician.
>It’s built on an all-new platform, sharing little with the Caribbean roadster that preceded it, so it’s built in a different wing of the large factory that the business occupies.
>You both watch from a distance as the steel is stamped, cast, and painted until it begins to resemble a sleek, elegant sedan.
>You hold your dad’s hand as you walk down the line, watching as carpet is installed, doors are fitted, and seats are anchored to their tracks.
>As it nears the end of the line, the badges are affixed, and the stately Packard cormorant is placed on its rightful perch at the end of the hood.
>A worker hops in and checks the lights and all the power equipment before he hands the keys to your father, who opens the passenger door.
>”Hop in, son.”
>You dive into the beige leather seat and marvel at every inch of the interior.
>He gets in the driver’s seat and turns the key, and you hear the Packard V8 spring to life under the cherry red hood.

>>30474211
>Your father is absolutely giddy.
>”Smile for the camera, Anon!”
>You look out the windshield and see a group of executives clapping at the end of the line, and you grin as the cameras briefly flash.
>He puts it in drive and rolls it out the open door into the afternoon sky.
>A line of car carriers are waiting for the first batch of vehicles, but he turns the other way.
>”You think it’s time to replace the Caribbean?”
“With this?”
>”You bet. The first genuine Packard sedan off the assembly line since 1956.”
>He guides it onto the freeway and puts his foot down, shooting past the exit that takes you both home.
>”How about we take it for a spin before we head back?”
>For the rest of the day, you rocket through the idyllic back roads of the American countryside, and you quickly use up the meager five gallons of gas in the tank.
>You stop at a small roadside gas station, and your father hops out and starts to fill her up.
>With the sound of the engine, though, the ancient-looking man who you thought was asleep in his rocking chair sits up and looks around?
>”Hey, mister?”
>”Yep?”
>”What kinda car you got there?”
>Your father grins.
>”This is the new Packard Patrician. First one off the assembly line.”
>”Are you serious?”
>”Dead serious. I own the company.”
>The old man laughs.
>”Hell, I used to have a Packard! Built them brand new at the factory, too! I’ve been waiting for this day for a long, long time.”
>”So have I, man. So have I.”
>They both reminisce and make conversation over the car until the tank is full and you’re both ready to leave.
>The old man waves at you both as you hop into the car.
>”You both have a nice day, now. I’d do anything to have a brand new Packard again.”
>Your dad pauses, laughing a little before he responds.
>”What did you say your name was?”
>”Earl. Earl Smith.”

>>30474216
>”Well, Earl, if you can find the time, head down to Bloomfield Hills Packard. I’ll let them know you’re coming, and we’ll see about getting you behind the wheel of one of these.”
>”Heh, I couldn’t afford one if I tried.”
>”Don’t worry about the payments. Consider it a tip for such good service.”
>”Now, I can’t possibly accept–”
>”You don’t have to if you don’t want to. All I’m saying is if you can find the time, so will I.”
>He smiles.
>”It was real nice meeting you.”
>”It was good to meet you, too. Bloomfield Hills Packard. It’s on Woodward. You can’t miss it.”
>”Thank you kindly, sir. Have a nice day.”
>”See you ‘round!”
>He starts the car and drives off, beginning the trip back home.
”Dad, did you just give that guy a car?”
>”Sure did.”
“Why?”
>”Because some people, Anon, deserve that sort of thing. And in an age where the rich and famous are all stuck-up pricks, it’s important to remember that we’re all human beings just trying to live life.”
“But a car?”
>”Sure. Why not? I’d do the same for you or your mother, or a close friend of mine. It's not that outrageous.”
>You stare out the window at the passing houses and farms, mulling over what he just said.
>”Wanna stop at the Dairy Queen before we get home?”
“Sure thing, dad.”
>As you grow and mature, so does the company.
>A year later, a shortened version of the Patrician, dubbed the Executive, goes on sale.
>After that, the Caribbean roadster is discontinued, and the all-new Pan-American luxury sports car takes its place.
>The Caribbean name is transferred to a large, luxurious grand tourer.

>>30474219
>Another year later, just as you’re beginning high school, in 1992, the Packard Clipper, an entry-level compact sedan, is introduced, rounding out the Packard lineup.
>The Packard name was, almost overnight, transformed from that of a nostalgic, long-dead luxury car to, once more, one of the greats.
>Sure, the one-two punch of Lexus LS and ES in 1990 and their subsequent widespread success was a little sobering, but your father waved them away.
>”Let’s remember that we’ve only been around for a decade now, and we’ve only building mass-market cars for a few years. Lexus can take advantage of Toyota’s dealer network and established image all they want; we don’t have that luxury. We’ve got to work harder for smaller gains, but we’re still slowly catching up.”
>Catching up.
>You remember a lot of catching up around that time.
>You remember getting your mother caught up on the goings-on of the company while she lied in a hospital bed.
>You remember sobbing while you raced to catch up with your father as he ran out of the building after you both watched the light leave her eyes.
>You remember the chauffeur catching up with the black, custom-built Packard Patrician hearse that slowly made its way through town while you consoled your father in the backseat.
>You remember catching up with your distant family at the wake.
>You remember trying to catch up on all the schoolwork you missed during your prolonged periods of grief.
>And you remember catching up with your mother many, many times on her birthday as you sat next to the granite memorial.
>Your father talked a lot about how, once he was gone, he’d have a “real” memorial built for the both of them, something much grander than just a slab of rock.
>It may be a sob story, but it’s still part of the many memories you have of that period of your life.

>>30474222
>Your idea of coping with the loss was to coast through the days lying almost motionless on your bed.
>Your father, on the other hand, threw himself into his work, and it took quite a while for you to find the motivation to make it back to the office and get caught up on the company’s goings-on.
>As usual, he had much bigger plans than just squashing the Acura-Lexus-Infiniti bugs swarming the United States.
>Even before the Clipper and the new Caribbean, a different design was brewing in the back rooms of the Packard headquarters.
>You were there for the first meeting when the idea was introduced.
>Beforehand, the reasoning for the move was explained to you in your father’s office by the man himself, in one of his traditional monologues.
>”Right now, the auto market is divided into four segments. There's the low-price field, the step-up field, the premium field, and the luxury field. So here’s what I was thinking. If reception to the Clipper looks good, we start to take Packard upmarket. I've given each model five years before a refresh; we can’t afford for them to get stale. We position Packard firmly in the luxury field, and then we start branching out. First, a line of sports sedans in the near-luxury market, then a series of family cars in the step-up market, and finally a range of economy cars in the low-price field. That way, we’ve got competitive offerings on every front.”
“But what if we’re spreading ourselves out too thin? What if the lineups all end up looking the same, like GM’s or Chrysler’s cars? Why not just stick with just Packard?”
>”You’re a good thinker, kid. Keep asking questions like those and you’ll go places. We can’t put all our eggs in one basket, because if anything wipes out demand for luxury cars, Packard is done for. If there’s another oil crisis and gas goes up while we don’t have a compact car besides the Clipper, we’re done for.

>>30474225
>”We can’t expand within the Packard brand because we’ll ruin the image that we’ve worked hard to build. And branching out one make at a time gives us a chance to try something unique. When the market collapsed around GM, they had to just power through it. They couldn’t adapt like we can now. We can start something from the ground up instead of having to roll with what we’ve already got.”
”But again, what if we’re spreading ourselves out too thin? How quickly are you planning on creating these?”
>”Oh, they won’t just pop up overnight. I’ve got the numbers to back all this up, and they’re all pointing to one conclusion: we can do this. Right now, the best way to move forward is by branching out and offering unique lineups in each field, all riding on common platforms but with distinct characteristics that make them competitive.”
“So like what GM’s doing, but better?”
>”Like what GM’s doing, but right.”
>A knock on the office’s door interrupts your conversation, and a worker pushes a cart with a tarp over it into the room.
>”The model you asked for, sir?”
>”Just leave it right there. Thank you.”
>”No problem, boss.”
>He leaves the room and your dad turns back to you.
>”Wanna see the design I’ve been cooking up?”
“Do I!”
>You leap up and over to the cart, and your father slowly peels off the tarp.
>Sitting atop the cart is a sleek, rakish model of a sports sedan, painted your dad’s favorite cherry red with a white-colored roof.
>The front end looks aggressive, and out back, two thin, canted fins poke out from either side of the trunk lid.
>You circle around the model for a few minutes, taking in every detail, until you muster up the only response you can think of.
“Woah!”

>>30474231
>”I know. Can you guess what it’s called?”
“What it’s called?”
>”Yep. I’m thinking about bringing back another old classic for this one. Take a good look and see if you can guess which one.”
“Hmm… it sorta looks like a late-fifties Chrysler.”
>”Good. And?”
“It’s not a Chrysler though. It’s a… DeSoto?”
>”You bet. I’m thinking we snatch up the trademark for AMC when Chrysler isn’t looking and bring back the Gremlin and the Pacer to shore up the low-price field, too. As for who goes in between, I’m still making up my mind.”
“Well, that’d be quite the orphanage. You might as well bring back the Edsel while you’re at it.”
>”Bring back the- You might be onto something there, kid. But we’ll save that for later. Right now, I’ve gotta sell this car. Wish me luck.”
“Good luck, dad. If anyone can do it, it’s you.”
>”Thanks, kid. Well, in I go.”
>He slides the cover back over the model and prepares to open the double doors to the conference room.
“Hey, dad?”
>”Yeah?”
“Why resurrect a bunch of dead makes instead of just creating unique ones?”
>”Because nostalgia is a powerful tool in today’s world. Fix the mistakes that the other guys made and you have a little piece of the good old days right in your showroom. Plus, retro’s gonna come back soon. Give it time.”
>You’re pretty sure he chose DeSoto mostly because it was your mother’s first car.
>But before you can respond, he throws open the doors and wheels in the covered cart.
>”Ladies and gentlemen, do I have a surprise for you.”
>Two hours later, long after you grew tired of pressing your ear to the door, your father exits the room and slumps down in his office chair, defeated.
>”They didn’t buy it.”
“Seriously? I thought you had the numbers to back it up!”
>"I did."

>>30474237
>He sighs.
>”I guess the board is a little more skittish after that recession than I expected. I’ll give it a few months and try again. But right now, let’s go home. It’s getting late.”
>You suspected as much, especially after considering the rocky start to the decade that left even giant General Motors dangerously close to bankruptcy.
>But once production figures come out for 1992 that show a very real possibility of 1993 being a fifteen-million-car year for the auto industry, your father starts to get his hopes up.
>And when more and more people are drawn into the showrooms as the 1993 model year kicks into swing, he walks back into the boardroom and emerges triumphant.
>Plans for a revived DeSoto line are quickly drafted.
>You’re there for all of it.
>Every day, after school gets out, you race down to the office, doing your homework on the way there and finishing off whatever’s left in your father’s office before he lets you see what’s new.
>At first, you rely on a chauffeur and his beige Packard Patrician, but on your sixteenth birthday, your father hands you a familiar sheet of paper.
>”Don’t go too crazy, kid.”
>When you look down, you see, in your hands, the build sheet for any Packard car you can possibly think of.
>Sure, you know it’s a test of your modesty or something like that, so you’re not planning on going overboard.
>But the possibilities…
>You settle, after much deliberation, on a silver Packard Clipper with red leather upholstery, a few checks on the option sheet for good measure, and, best of all, the Executive-series V8.
>It doesn’t make the Clipper a speed demon, but it does give it some teeth.
>When you see the car ease its way off the assembly line, you thank every higher power you can think of for your father’s incredibly lenient company car policy.

>>30474239
>Once you’ve got the keys, you spend even more time at the Packard headquarters.
>The first day you arrive, you witness the board meeting that cements Packard’s plans for expansion.
>Another division is added to the mix, giving the Packard Division a sister: the DeSoto Division.
>Work begins on leasing another floor of the building Packard occupies for the division’s offices, and once the staff are hired and settled in, development of the DeSoto line gets a much-deserved shot in the arm.
>That’s not to say, of course, that Packard was neglected during DeSoto’s development.
>Your father would never stand for that.
>The second-generation Patrician and Executive, the latter now riding on its own mid-size platform instead of a shortened Patrician body, only further cement Packard’s role in the luxury field and drive up sales.
>The addition of a luxury SUV, the Packard 400, in 1994 certainly helps, too.
>Because of all the backroom planning, it doesn’t take long to get all the details worked out.
>You help your father with everything, from finalizing the engineering to securing dealers to creating advertisements.
>The process is helped by DeSoto’s inevitable commonalities with Packard vehicles.
>The Packard Clipper will share its dedicated platform, dubbed the X-body, with the compact DeSoto Firesweep, as will the Packard Executive and the W-body with the mid-size DeSoto Fireflite, and, of course, the Packard Patrician and the Y-body that started it all with the full-size DeSoto Firedome.
>The engineers did everything in their power to differentiate the cars as much as possible: DeSotos all receive new sheetmetal, new dashboards, and even a bit of new glass to make them appear more rakish.
>Floorpans are lowered and tracks are widened to give them a sleek, modern stance.

>>30474242
>But the most important step in DeSoto’s development occurs when a team of engineers are provided with three copies of the newly-minted DeSoto test mules, along with their Packard counterparts.
>They tour the country, letting everyday people to test drive both the Packard and the DeSoto and asking them if they feel like the same car.
>The answer is a resounding no.
>Success.
>The first DeSoto rolls off the line in mid-1995, a silver Fireflite sedan.
>Just in time for your eighteenth birthday.
>Just as you were on the first day of Packard sedan production, you walk down the line at Packard’s new factory, which manages production of both the compact and mid-size platforms.
>You both walk down the assembly line together, and once the first DeSoto reaches the end, your father hands you the newly-minted set of keys.
>”How about you drive this one off the line?”
>Grinning, you hop in, turn the key, and are delighted to hear the sound of the DeSoto-engineered V6 coming to life.
>You ease the car out of the building and turn to drive her up onto one of the many waiting car carriers, but your father stops you.
>”And what do you think you’re doing?”
“Just driving it up on the carriers with the other new cars.”
>”But don’t you think it’s about time to replace the Clipper? You’re about to head off to college, you know.”
>You notice that the car’s interior is your favorite shade of red, just like the Clipper’s.
>And many of the same options are here, too…
“Are you serious?”
>”Dead serious. I’ve already got the paperwork filled out. Now come on! Let’s go for a drive.”
>Over the next few weeks, the DeSoto grows on you even more.
>You know how they felt to drive, considering you got behind the wheel of some of the prototypes once or twice, but the production version is so much more refined.
>The major auto reviewers seem to think so, too, once they get their hands on a Fireflite.

>>30474245
>Their glowing review of this “refreshingly competitive American sports sedan”, as they put it, makes its way up to your father’s office, where the page sits pinned to his growing mood board of rave reviews.
>As soon as you entered college, your status as the son of the Packard CEO made you the one to know.
>Your affinity with numbers, along with, most likely, your last name, landed you a spot in Yale, where you come to find that it isn’t quite the stuffy, East Coast institution you’d one thought.
>No, it’s more like a rich kid’s playground, where brilliant minds mix with money old and new.
>But you’re fine with that.
>At Bloomfield Hills High School, there seemed to be an auto executive’s son or daughter in every classroom.
>And at a time when the Ford vs GM vs Chrysler battle was still in full swing, your fourth-party status left you in a rather vulnerable position.
>You ate lunch with the kids of deposed AMC executives most of the time, which didn’t leave you anywhere near the top of the heap.
>But here, the minds have been praising your father’s resourcefulness and ingenuity since the very first Packard Caribbean came off the line.
>You’re certainly not the only person with a brand new DeSoto in the campus parking lot, that’s for sure.
>You have fond memories of your freshman year of college.
>The orientations, the new friends, the campus life…
>And your first time trying Pon-E.
>That story begins with a party being held in a small bungalow that a couple good friends bought and shared in a formerly quiet and peaceful neighborhood sometime during the fall.
>You parked across the street and stepped through the door, looking for one of your friends, whose maroon BMW you spotted parked on the side of the road as you drove by.
“Yo, Josh!”
>You hear a response echo down from up the steep set of stairs, barely audible against the loud music playing in the background.
>”I’m upstairs, man!”

>>30474250
>His voice sounds fucked up, but it’s probably because he’s been drinking like a fish since the minute he got here.
>You head up the stairs and find yourself in a narrow hallway running the length of the house.
>A bunch of blonde college girls are cooing over something lying at the end of the hallway, probably just someone’s dog.
“Josh?”
>”Right here, man.”
>The voice is clearly coming from the end of the hallway, right in the middle of the group of giggling girls.
>And it doesn’t even sound like him, either.
>But you press on, and once you get to the end of the hallway and part the sea of college girls you’re left dumbfounded at what’s lying there.
>On its back, being petted by five different manicured hands, is a bright purple pegasus.
>”Hey Anon. What’s up?”
“Josh? Is that seriously you?”
>”Yeah, man. What? Never seen anyone on Pon-E before?”
>His voice is so adorable, you don’t think you can take it for much longer.
>How can that be your friend?
“Dude?”
>”Yeah?”
“You sound like a girl.”
>”That’s because I am, man. You don’t get to pick what this stuff turns you into. It just sorta happens.”
“I didn’t know you were the type that did Pon-E.”
>He… she laughs.
>”C’mon, Nancy Reagan, lighten up a bit. This stuff is mainstream now. It’s like any drug. First the freaks used it, then the fags, then the party animals, and now the college kids. Seriously, dude. You’re in a house full of rebellious rich kids. I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone’s gone full pony by the time you go back downstairs.”
>He gestures over to a nondescript pile of clothes in the corner.
>”If you wanna join me then–ah, right there, keep scratching–I keep my pills in my left pocket. But just take one, if you take two it’s permanent.”

>>30474254
“Josh, I’m not going to do Pon-E with you. Doesn’t it make you hate being human after a while?”
>”If you’re depressed and hate your life, then yeah, of course. It just depends on the type of person you are. But being a pony does feel pretty damn good, though.”
“I think I’m gonna pass this time, man. Have fun getting petted, I guess.”
>”It’s the only time I’d have this many girls on me, that’s for sure. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
>He extends an arm for a fist (hoof?) bump and you reluctantly return the gesture.
>When you go back downstairs, there are a couple ponies scattered among the crowd, but it’s certainly not everyone at the party.
>You don’t stay for much longer.
>Sure, you expected there to be booze and weed there, no self-respecting college kid would throw a party without them.
>But fucking Pon-E?
>That’s a bit much for you.
>At least, it was at the time.
>But as the semester went on, you started to feel the stress of college life.
>A couple parties later, you’re sitting in one of the only unused bedrooms of a historic New England mansion, holding a completely innocent-looking pill.
>Josh has another one in his hand, along with three or four other people sitting in a circle in the center of the room holding pills of their own, and he passes you a small cup of water.
>A lot of these people are your friends, and not one of them except Josh has tried this before.
>You’re pretty sure they’re only here because they heard you were going to do it.
>It seems everyone is just as nervous as you are.
>Except for Josh, of course, who breaks the hesitant silence.

>>30474257
>”Alright, so here are the rules. There aren’t many, but you need to know them all. First, never take it alone. There are six of us here so we’re good. Second, never take more then one pill every 24 hours. If you don’t, it’s permanent, and you’ve all seen how much the Fed loves people-turned-ponies. Third, don't give yourself a name. Everyone got it?”
>You all nod in response.
>”Alright, let’s do this. This should wear off in twelve hours, so you’ll be back to normal by eight tomorrow. Now let’s do this. Whenever you’re ready, take the pill and enjoy.”
>He pops the pill in his mouth and washes it down with a gulp of water.
>After a few tense seconds, with everyone in the room watching him, he lifts up an arm and watches his fingers slowly clump together and turn purple.
“Does it hurt?”
>”Nah, man, it feels really good.”
>You shrug and down the pill, and you notice everyone else quickly join in.
>”The first time I took it, though, it hurt like a bitch.”
“Wait, what?”
>A spasm in your gut puts you on the floor, lying on your back and groaning in pain.
>You feel your bones grinding together and you stare at the ceiling, gritting your teeth.
>You start to hyperventilate, mentally begging the changes to stop and kicking yourself for even trying this.
>When your teeth start to change, too, and you notice your mouth pushing out and growing right in front of you, inch by painful inch, your eyes roll back in your head and you quickly pass out.
>As soon as you come to, the first thing your mind registers is the feeling of fur on hardwood.
>Well, that’s new.
>You open your eyes and notice that colors seem a little more saturated than before.
“How long was I out for?”
>Your voice sounds distinctly feminine, and the chance of having to deal with a sex AND a species change sends shivers down your spine and straight to… your tail?
>Fuck, this is gonna take some getting used to.
>”About fifteen minutes.”

>>30474260
>You slowly rise to a sitting position, but your back lets out a loud protest.
>Fuck, ponies don’t sit that way.
>You assume a much more bestial sitting position and look around the room.
>Well, it’s much bigger, that’s for sure.
>Looks like everyone except you and Josh is still down for the count, all of them having finished their changes.
>Fuck, they all look adorable.
>Do you?
“Mirror. I need a mirror.”
>”There’s one right behind you, Anon.”
>You turn your head around and get a good look at yourself.
>Your fur is a pastel blue, and your mane is a light, minty green.
>You look into your own unfamiliar blue-green eyes and try to determine your gender.
>Long, flowing mane, dainty muzzle, long eyelashes…
“Josh, am I a…”
>”Sure looks like it.”
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”
>”There’s one right through the door. Enjoy.”
>A quick check later confirms you are, indeed, still male.
>Just embarrassingly small.
>It’d almost be better if you WERE female, just to avoid the inevitable ribbing you’re gonna get as soon as you open the door.
>When you do, you notice a few other members of the group coming to and examining their new features.
>You turn to Josh, who’s curled up on the bed, and stick your tongue out.
“I’m still a guy.”
>”Seriously? You look like a mare.”
“Well, I’m not. Do you have a pair of scissors? I need to cut this hair so I look like a guy again.”
>”It’s a mane, and no, I don’t have any. It’d just grow back when you take Pon-E again, anyways.”
“If I do it again. Which I probably won’t. Is this always how I’ll look when I’m a pony?”
>”Not necessarily. The cheaper off-brand stuff have a higher chance of switching your gender or giving you a horrible color combination. I’ve seen some unfortunate souls take ten-dollar pills and end up black and red.”
>The thought makes you cringe.

>>30474266
>”But the mainstream stuff that comes out of Detroit? Yeah, it doesn’t really mix things up that much. But hey, you’re still adorable.”
“I guess.”
>”Tell you what. As soon as these guys come to and get used to walking on four hooves–which you’re doing a great job of, by the way–we’ll open the door and see how much we can get petted before we change back.”
“Does it really feel that good?”
>”You’ll see for yourself in a minute.”
>He trots over to the door and pushes it open, gesturing for you to follow.
>Naturally, now that you’re thinking about walking, you’re not too good at it.
>Luckily, this bedroom isn’t upstairs.
>You look down the hallway and see the group of people dancing, drinking, and chatting, and you grow acutely aware of how small you are.
>You’re just a little bit shorter than Josh, and she barely reached up to a person’s waist.
>”You coming?”
>You blow a lock of mint green hair out of your face and head into the party.
>The rest of the night is a blur.
>You remember seeing girls tower over you, all calling you the most adorable thing they’d ever seen while you trembled in fear.
>All it took was one hand on your mane to send tingles of the best feeling you’ve ever known running through you.
>One scratch behind your ear and you were in heaven.
>You rolled over on your back, trying to cover up your crotch with your long tail as hands scritched and petted every inch of you.
>Your eyes rolled back in your head and your tongue lolled out of your mouth.
>For most of the night, you were on cloud nine.
>Sure, there were a couple assholes that, drunk off their asses and upset that all the cartoon ponies had gotten in the way of their chance to score, treated you like shit.
>A couple drinks spilled on your fur and well-timed kicks were all it took to send you trotting away from the party, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

>>30474272
>Sure, it hurt, but enough to make you cry like this?
>It’s emasculating, and embarrassing, and you should have never done this, and, and–
>You slump down against the wall, openly crying into your hooves.
>It doesn’t look like anyone followed you out, but you do hear some yelling coming from the other room.
>Then, a face appears in the doorway.
>”It’s okay, little pony. I dealt with that asshole. You can come out now.”
>She beckons you over with a hand and you reluctantly get up.
“I’m sorry. That was embarrassing.”
>”No, it’s fine. Ponies always wear their hearts on their sleeves.”
“Have you ever–”
>”Tried it? No. But I know enough people who have to get how it works. Now let’s have some fun before the party dies down.”
>For the rest of the night, she stood by you and rushed to your aid if you needed it.
>And gave you ear scratches.
>You love ear scratches.
>Eventually, after things do die down and people start to trickle out of the house, she stays behind with you, running a hand down your back while you lay down in her lap.
>You make idle conversation once in a while, but you mostly just enjoy the petting.

>>30474279
>That night, you learned that her name was Amber.
>She had an untamed mess of red hair on her head and the most amazing hands you’ve ever felt.
>You’d say you were in love, but you loved everyone that night.
>Guess ponies are just affectionate like that.
>When you came to, it was barely morning and you were close to the bottom of a cuddle pile consisting of you and five other soft, warm, sleeping ponies.
>It was amazingly calming, and you decided to drift off to sleep, content to love and be loved.
>When you woke up again, human and buck naked with someone’s ass in your face, it was much less pleasant.
>And on the drive home, you were left with only the sound of the radio and your thoughts swimming around in your head.
>You liked that much more than you were ever going to admit.
>And you’re not sure if you’re fine with that.

And that's all I wrote of this so far. It's low on actual tf right now and pretty high on /o/tism, but it did feel good to write out. Feedback, as usual, would be greatly appreciated.

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>>30474284
I'm going to read this when I get home

>>30473442
>the pony copies your movements exactly
>you blink your eyes a few times, and make some weird faces
>nothing abnormal was happening
>now there was no questioning this wasn't real
>you were a green earth pony, with a medium-long black mane
>you had a cute snout and dark long eyelashes surrounded your bright green eyes
>it was exciting seeing a pretty mare in the mirror and knowing it was you
>but you still weren't sure where you were or what you're doing there
>so putting your front legs back on the ground, you decide to look around the suite
>a little extra weight around your crotch catches your attention
>lowering your head between your forearms, you see a horse cock resting between your legs
>damn, you're not a mare at all, you're just a girly looking stallion
>reaching a hoof towards your ass, you can feel two balls there too
>no Equestria, and no horse pussy
>what a cruel joke
>your good mood was gone, and the boner along with it, resting back into its sheath
>leaving the bathroom, you examine your surroundings again
>the computer desk had a couple Rarity figures on it, even a small framed picture of her next to the tower
>above the monitor was a blue scarf with a big >4444 on it
>that's when you realized you were in a horsefucker's home
>one who does not hide their power level at that
>directly in front of you was a door open ajar which you assume is the bedroom
>you poke your head inside to make sure it's not some >rape dungeon instead, or you'd have to make a break for it
>there was a bed, a dresser, some clothes on the floor right next to a laundry bin
>thankfully nothing concerning
>but you realize this room clearly belonged to a-
>you hear the tumblers of the front door unlocking
>shit now what
>turning your head, you see the door open
>and walking inside with a couple bags of food is an adult
is this anon or femanon's apt?

>>30474565
An anon. But not a neckbeard.

>>30474565
Femanon

>>30474284
That's some good shit. I like the way you built the character before you subjected them to Pon-E. It was kind of sudden, "cars, cars, cars, hey look now I'm a pony" but I suppose the explanation for it was sensible enough to tame my confusion. I'm wondering how all that alternative-universe Packard lore will play into Anon's newfound appetite for Pon-E.

>>30474565
Femanon, we have hardly any male pony female human stories.

>>30474781
That's pretty much what I was going for. I'm a fan of stories with long expositions that don't seem relevant until later in the story. Here's hoping I can pull it off well.

>>30474565
This was very detailed. How do you even write a story like that? Do you know what it's like living with a ceo?

>>30475113
Meant to reply to >>30474284

Get the door, it's autism

>I tried to catch my breath, as I watched the fuzzy horde stream past the alley I had ducked down.
>Turns out, being Human in Equestra was outlawed by an order from Celestia herself.
>And the only solution to that problem, of course, was to give that human a set of hooves of his own.
>And of fucking course, one of the side effects of that… ‘procedure’ was to give them a set of mare parts as well.
>There’s no fucking way in hell that I’m giving up Anon Jr. for some crazy horses!
>So, here I am, hiding in some trash filled alleyway, hoping that one of these horses doesn’t get the bright idea of just looking left.
>Of course, most of them just follow one another, like lemmings.
>I seem to be safe for now, their thunderous hoofbeats helping to mask my footsteps, as I slink deeper into the alleyway.
>I’ve made my way from the heart of ‘Canter-lot’ (fucking horse puns) all the way out to the outskirts, where the surplus of abandoned buildings will hopefully help me slip out of the city unscathed.
>I don’t know what I’m going to do once I escape this festering shithole, though, maybe live out in the woods, or make it to some other land that isn’t run by psychopaths?
>I mean, they can’t all be this crazy, right?
>Maybe there could even be some ponies who could help?
>Though that’s probably wishful thinking.
>I mean, Celestia’s a goddess, what kinda pony wouldn’t listen to her?
>As I make my way to the other side of this barren, cobweb infested warehouse, I wonder, what exactly is keeping all those ponies faithful?
>Some kinda…

>>30475207
>It’s at that point the door I was trying to leave through slams open, knocking the wind out of me, as a trio of ponies in white shout out
>“NOPONY EXPECTS THE EQUESTRIAN INQUISITION!”
>Nopony? Equestrian inquisition?
>Oh, god damnit.
>I quickly scrabble to my feet, turning tail and trying to run from the new batch of crazy ponies desperate for my D
>”NOT SO FAST, HEATHEN, OUR ARSENAL INCLUDES TELEKINESIS, FLIGHT, AND WHATEVER EARTH PONIES DO”
>One of the other the ponies pipes up,
>”And surprise…”
>The leader shoots her a furious look, and returns to his monologue.
>”WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT INTERRUPTING ME, INITIATE?”
>”ahem, OUR ARSENAL INCLUDES TELEKINESIS, FLIGHT, WHATEVER EARTH PONIES DO, AAAND SURPRISE!”
>”Well, I mean, isn’t what earth ponies do technically geomancy? Or, uh, floramancy?”
>I only manage to get a few steps away before I feel that familiar grip of telekinesis around my ankle, tripping me before I can slip out of the building.
>”ALRIGHT, OUR ARSENAL INCLUDES TELEKINESIS, FLIGHT-”
>”But what about that big spiky ball thing in the armory?”
>The unicorn manages to keep a firm grip on my ankle, even as I claw futily at the ground in an attempt to get away, the sound of approaching hooves only fueling my desperate struggle for freedom.
>”NOBODY, uh… NOBODY EXPECTS THE… uh…”
>I grab the leg of some abandoned equipment, and start yanking my leg, trying to break the unicorn’s grip.
>”Oh sod it, Sister Snugglebun, did you bring the… Persuader?”
>A pegasus steps forward, with a mischievous grin, and pulls out a pillow she had tucked under a wing
>“Boy did I ever…”
>The unicorn looks at her for a second, her gaze going between the unintimidating pillow, and the pegasus's face.
>”Are you sure that’s the Persuader, and, you know, not the thing with the spikes and the blades, and the manacles?”
>The pegasus nods, and gives the pillow a fluff.

>>30475216
>The unicorn rounds on the pegasus, and shouts at him.
>”NO, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO PERSUADE HIM TO BECOME A PONY, ON PAIN, OF, UH, PAIN!”
>The pegasus rolls her eyes and trots over to me
>”So, you gonna be a pony, or what?”
>I blink, quickly processing what was going on and responding.
“No, fuck you, I wanna keep my dick the way it is now!”
>The pegasus sighs and starts doing its best to stab me with a pillow, while giving a half-hearted maniacal laugh.
>At this point, the earth pony that had been hunched down in the back trots up to me and meekly asks
>”oh, um, sir, if it wouldn’t bother you too much, would, uh, you become a pony, er, please?”
>The earth pony shoots me a desperate little smile, as the pegasus moves on to trying to gouge out my eyes with the pillow.
>I spit out an errant feather and shout back at the diminutive little earth pony.
>“How about you go sit on a dick and spin, if you want mine so bad, you damn horse!”
>The earth pony's eyes well up with tears as she runs away to hide behind the unicorn, who’s sporting an unimpressed look.
>”Alright, we tried this the easy way, now we do this the HARD WAY!”
>The unicorn's horn charges up with a bright light, and suddenly my vision goes completely white.
>I try to wipe the stars out of my vision, and wind up nearly cold-clocking myself with one of my hooves.
>Fuck.

>>30475216
>”ALRIGHT, NOW THAT YOU ARE A PONY, IT IS TIME TO DEVOTE YOUR LIFE TO AN ALMOST FANATICAL DEVOTION TO CELESTIA!”
>As the unicorn turns and drags me out of the warehouse, the pegasus drapes a wing over my back.
>”Well look on the bright side, at least you’re a horn-head.”
>I give the pegasus a befuddled look, before I reach up one of my pink hooves and feel at the keratin spire jutting from my forehead.
>”And, well, I gotta say, you turned out pretty cute as well.”
>The pegasus gives me a wink as I feel my cheeks burn up.
“I-I’m not cute…”
>The pegasus chuckles
>”Yeah, you’re saying that now, just wait ‘till we get you in front of a mirror”
>I grumble and try to cover my face with my hooves.
>”YOU MUST FORGIVE SISTER SNUGGLEBUN, SHE’S EASILY EXCITED BY THE NEW CONVERTS”
>”And, uh, she’s kinda right, you’re, uh, p-pre… uh, cute.”
>I try to curl up into a ball and shout
>”I. AM NOT. CUTE!”
>I’ll be honest, that doesn’t sound convincing at all when I say it, now. In fact, it sounds pretty ridiculous.
>The pegasus chuckles to herself as she trots along, and after what seems like an eternity of me moping as I’m dragged along on my side, I arrive at at the steps of what’s likely going to be my new home.
>I slightly uncurl as I stare up cathedral jutting up into the sky, with its stained glass windows depicting some story whose meaning I can’t quite catch in the brief moment between catching sight of it, and getting dragged inside.
>Looked like Celestia, and… a buncha green dudes in suits?
>Whatever, I’ll probably have a buncha time to study it when I’m polishing it, or praying, or whatever they’re gonna have me do in this shitshow of a religion.

>>30475223
>It’s not two seconds after I’m dragged in when the technicolor horde inside catches sight of me, and rushes over to immediately start fawning over me.
>”look at her widdle horn!”
>”Aww, look at her kicky widdle hoofsies!”
>”Her coat is sooo fwuffy, I’m just gonna diiie!”
>At this point, I’m pretty sure getting damned to hell, and forced to sit upside down in a lake of raw sewage would be a preferable outcome.
>I curl up into a ball, and try to cover both my eyes and ears, and weather the compliments, and… brushies, and, oh… oh wow, getting scritched behind the ear feels nice…
>In an instant, it seems like I’ve become the center of a mass of fuzzy little ponies, all snuggled up warm against me.
>as the commotion dies down, the sound of an impatient tapping makes itself known, and the sound of a certain unicorn clearing her throat makes itself known.
>just as quickly as it formed, the snuggle pile breaks up into two rows of ponies, lined up on either side of the corridor.
>As I give a befuddled look around I have to wonder, just what the fuck happened?
>”You must forgive the sisters here. They can be a bit… Overenthusiastic.”
>I feel the already familiar telekinetic grip of the unicorn haul me off the ground, and onto my hooves.
>As I quickly scamper behind the unicorn, I feel a shiver run down my spine as I imagine just what might have happened if I hadn’t been saved.
>They were like a swarm of fuzzy piranha, and in this instance, I was cattle.
>I speak up as I survey the horde, knowing behind those… friendly, welcoming smiles, something more sinister lurks.

>>30475230
>“Where do you even find these ponies?”
The unicorn looks back and gives a smug smile, chilling me to my core.
>”Well, you would know just exactly where they come from. Earth.”
“Wha-”
>I barely manage to get out a syllable before I trip over my own hooves.
>What? Really, all these ponies… were human?
>I scramble to stand back upright, mentally debating which would be worse, another forced cuddling session with the herd, or following the unicorn that damned me into this position, and winding up just as fucked up as they are.
>In the end, a polite cough forces me to turn heel and follow the unicorn deeper into the cathedral.
>”As you managed to evade us until sundown, you’ve earned a rest, as we will only teach you of the ways of our Glorious Goddess while Her Sun shines down upon us. You will be staying with the recent converts. If you need anything, Sisters Snugglebun and Frost Bloom will be happy to assist. You already know them from your earlier… Conversion.”
>The two familiar faces of the meek little earth pony, and the plucky pegasus greeted me as I looked in the room.
>A massive grin splits the face of the pegasus as the earth pony scuffs her hoof on the ground, muttering something under her breath.
>The pegasus crosses the room with a single flap of her wings, and gets my head in a lock and noogies me.
>”Heya champ, long time, no see, looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while. So, pick a bunk, and settle on down, ‘cus you’re gonna be staying here for a while.”
>I give Snugglebun a forlorn look, then take the first available bed, between a bed where a very intimidating pillow lies, and where a quiet sobbing emanates from a bundle, hidden under a blanket.

>>30475234
>I hear a muted thud from the empty bed as I crawl under the sheets, and as I look over, I see the pegasus already hugging the Persuader to her chest.
>”Now, kid, I know you’re probably nervous and all, but I’d just say relax, getting worked up here ain’t gonna help you none.”
>I stare at her for a moment before I roll over.
“Say, uh, Snugglebun, were you… did you used to be…”
>I hear a chuckle from behind me.
>”Human? Yeah, but I don’t miss it in the slightest. Hell, I don’t think any of us do.”
>I keep staring at the far wall, as if somewhere in the patterns formed by the bricks held the secrets to getting me out of here, and giving me my humanity back.
>Sleep would not come easy this night.

>tfw you meme hard enough during cards against humanity, it somehow spawns a story
RABGAR story when

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>>30475243
Damn celestia and her sexism, humans-turned-ponies have the right to bear dicks.

>>30475198
Aside from a grandfather working as an engineer at Chrysler in the 70s, I'm as far removed from the auto giants as anyone else. I just know way too much about the auto industry, thanks to a combination of /o/tism and my own family. Combine that with mediocre writing skills and a habit of planning out even the most insignificant details of a story and you get, well, that mess.

>>30475243
>RABGAR story when
I don't think I could survive being memed like that.

>>30475243
This is good stuff.

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>>30475256
>the right to bear dicks
I think Fluttershy has dibs on that.

>>30475243
This is a church I could get into

>>30474565
>an adult female
>it's hard to judge how tall she is from your new height, but you're guessing around 5'9"
>she notices you and drops her bags in shock, letting out a high pitched gasp
>you feel really uneasy
>it dawns on you that you're a small animal in the domain of some stranger
>she might be nice, or she might freak out
>if she freaks out what will happen to you?
>best case scenario you're sent to a farm
>worse case, maybe a lab?
>your mind races with possibilities and you start to feel really timid
>the girl slowly steps towards you with an arm stretched out
>as if you're some kind of dog who needs to smell her hand
>you panic and run into the bedroom, hiding under the bed
>it's actually pretty gross under there
>likely never vacuumed it
>you thought girls were supposed to be neat and tidy
>trying to think logically, you begin to rationalize
>if she likes ponies and has an /mlp/ scarf, why would she be afraid of you?
>maybe she wished for a pony of her own and here you are
>it doesn't make much sense, but so far nothing has
>footsteps grow louder as she approaches
>getting down on her knees, she looks under the bed to find you
>"Hey there little guy. Don't be scared."
>a smile spreads across her face to try to calm you down
>or maybe she's genuinely happy to have a pony in her room
>"What's your name?" she asks
>you try to answer her
>but alas, you can't speak
>english won't come out of your new mouth, and all you manage to do is neigh softly
>luckily she finds it cute
>"aww come on out from there"
>she pats the ground like you're some kind of cat
>regardless, you feel a little safer now
>you crawl out from under the bed and look up at your new female acquaintance
>a hand raises up and gently strokes your mane
>it was a great feeling, like wrapping a warm towel around your head
>"Just where did you come from, hmm?"
>her fingers weave between the strands of hair and begin scratching around your ears
>now you remember why you wanted to be a pony

>>30476096
>so you sit there, getting pet and basking in her attention while she sits on the floor
>it feels really good
>in a way that makes you giddy
>you rub yourself against her warm body, swooshing your tail under her nose
>being a horse, your relaxed state means the dick comes out
>but you're too happy to notice
>Femanon on the other hand, does
>she wraps her arms under your shoulders and pulls you into her lap
>your head rests right ontop of her breasts
>mmmm tiddies
>soft like a pillow
>you can't help but nudge into them a little while her hands run through your chest fur
>and after a few moments she moves down to massage your stomach
>the gentle prodding and rubbing puts you on cloud nine and you involuntarily let out a getle neigh
>she starts to lean into it a little more, her hair falling onto your face as she looks down at you
>"You like being massaged, eh cutie?" she smiles
>her hands start exploring a little lower, around your inner thighs
>and your body is getting more and more sensitive to her touch
>the feeling of fingers circling around your sheath takes your full attention
>you close your eyes in anticipation
>every second moving closer
>she nuzzles her chin against your head
>1..2..3 fingertips walk up your shaft
>a shaft that's getting harder and harder
>the warmth of sexual adrenalin starts washing over you
>suddenly there's a gasp, and she stops
>"Shoot, my food" she says in a panic and leaves the room
>blueballed hard
>her groceries were still sitting on the ground
>"Just make yourself at home while I make some dinner eh?" you hear from beyond the door
>she keeps saying that word, is this woman a fucking leaf?
>but you were now alone in her room
>time to explore like an innocent animal would
>you see a pink dresser, a closet containing a couple unmarked boxes inside, and a purse sitting on her nightstand
where do you search and what are you hoping to find

>>30476117
Go back to the computer, try and see how many people checked your quints.

>>30476117
What's in the box?

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>>30474089
Their chief weapon is Surprise.

>>30476199
This. You need to feel validated in light of the fact that you will likely never be able to shitpost again.

>>30476117
about tree fiddy in the purse

>>30476117
Hoping to find some sort of indication of where you are. Maybe you find a shirt for a local hockey team or something?

>>30464335
This is how Apples reproduce.

Everyone becomes the last pony they masturbated to. Then what happens?

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>>30480025
Time to play God.

>>30480025
They masturbate as the pony they last masturbated to.

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>>30480025
I'm okay with this

>>30480025
I forget the last pony I masturbated to. I do it too frequently.

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>>30480025 #
God dammit.

>>30480025
I got off to Conditioning last, so Shining Armor, I guess. Time to be a big macho stallion by day and a sissy little buttslut by night.

>>30480025
What if your were masturbating to a sex scene with two ponies? Would you become both at the same time?

>>30480054
Good taste but you're going to have competition for that position of God from all the other Celestias.

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>>30480025
I become the night.

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>>30480939
"You think I'd tell you of my plans to ascend before acting upon them? Like some sort of half-baked comic book villain? I did it 30 minutes ago."
Is probably what I would say, confronted by them.

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>>30480025
My only regret is that i cant make proper love to my waifu.

Wew boy, starting off strong

>>30475243
>Sounds of crying filled the room.
>At the other end, there was a horse, a familiar one.
>I was drawn to her, and no matter what I tried, I couldn’t help but approach her.
>As my echoing footsteps drew nearer and nearer to her, I reached out my hand, causing her to spin around, and let out an ear piercing shriek.
>I threw up my arms, trying to protect my face as I felt a flurry of blows from a pillow rain down upon my body, each soft pomf stripping away another piece of my humanity.
>My arms were the first to change, a pair of strikes quickly changing my hands into hooves.
>Another strike landed upon my gut, forcing my stomach to do backflips as it constrained to the standards of equine anatomy.
>A desperate attempt to push the nightmarish little horse away with my feet was rendered moot, as a few more strikes distorted my legs into a frightening, yet familiar shape.
>I tried to scoot away on my back, my nubby little forelegs doing their best to move me away from the beast, as it slowly trotted towards me, it’s weapon clutched in its teeth.
>As it drew closer, it let the pillow drop from it’s mouth, as it drew breath, closer, closer still, preparing for one last ear rending, soul shattering shriek…
>”GOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING RECRUITS!”

how post without fucking up
>>30482555
>Although I’m not proud to say I screamed like a little girl, at least I wasn’t the only one.
>I heard Snugglebun’s laughter coming from the other end of the room, and shot her the nastiest look I could muster.
>”Oh man, I don’t think I’m ever gonna get tired of that. Alright, hup-to, ladies, A day in the inquisition’s like a day on the farm, you’re underpaid, overworked, and no one ever appreciates the job you’re doing, c’mon.”
>I clamber out of bed, and try to wipe some of the bleariness out of my eyes with a still distressingly pink hoof.
>I look around and see that I’m not the only one here who barely slept last night, everyone looks like they’re about ready to pass out on their feet.
>Snugglebun starts clopping her way down the rows, whistling either some half-forgotten song, or blatant piece of Celestia propaganda.
>”Alright, ladies, follow me, it’s the first day of the rest of your lives, you wanna just lie in bed, and sleep it all away? C’mon, let’s hit the showers then get you off to training.”
>Due to sleeping next to her bunk, I formed the start of the line following her.
>I didn’t know what exactly this “training” entailed, but given my earlier treatment, I couldn’t reasonably expect it to be gentle in the slightest.
>As the procession moved down the halls, I tried to make myself as small as possible, as every pony in the halls that we passed couldn’t help but daww at how cute we were.
>It was probably the wierdest way to experience being fresh meat at a low security prison.
>Thankfully the group managed to get to the showers without getting pounced on, but I imagine it would be like a herd of gazelle being preyed upon by cheetahs.

>>30482561
>The first thing that greeted me in the showers was a mirrored wall, and I couldn’t help but stare at my reflection in it.
>”Alright ladies, you got 30 minutes to get yourselves cleaned up, then it’s off to reeducation. I’d recommend you make the most of it”
>As I approached the wall of mirrors, a showerhead I didn’t even notice sprayed a jet of freezing water down at me.
>I watched the unicorn in the mirror let out a cry of surprise, and stumble back, trying to shake water out of her blond-and-pink striped mane.
>As I stood back from the spray of water, it took me a moment to realize that that pony staring back at me from the mirror’s surface is me, and I watched as a bright red blush burned through the unicorn’s- my cheeks.
>I catch Snugglebun trot up behind me out of the corner of my eye and rub a hoof in my mane.
>”What’d I tell ya, kid, cute as a button. Now get showering, you don’t got all day.”
>I gasp as Snugglebun shoves me back into the stream, but I stay there this time, just letting the water flow over me.
>So, this is how I’m going to spend the rest of my life, trapped in this body, getting drilled into becoming something inhuman, and likely honed into a tool to damn other innocent people into the same fate.
>Somehow when I wound up in Equestria, I expected more cumming inside Rainbow Dash, and less being inducted into a cult.

>>30482563
>I look at the wall, and notice a bar of soap lying in a dish set halfway up the wall, and absentmindedly reach for it with a hoof.
>I stop myself halfway and and let my hoof drop back down to the floor when I realize, just how the hell am I going to even grab that?
>I reach up, and prod at my horn with a hoof, that thing should mean that I’m able to pick it up, right?
“Alright, there is no spoon.”
>I reach out with my hoof, and will the soap bar to rise up with every last ounce of my being.
>and the soap bar… sits there.
>Hell, it isn’t even glowing.
“Oh come the fuck on.”
>The water cuts out, and Snugglebun comes tromping down the line again, splashing some unfortunate ponies.
>”ALWIGHT ALWIGHT ALWIGHT LADIES, HUP TO, YOU AIN’T GETTING PAID BY THE HOUR. ON ME”
>The group forms the now familiar two lines behind Snugglebun as she leads us out of the cathedral, and down a path towards what seems to be some kind of school campus
>Oh god damn it, I am not taking high school all over again just because I turned into a god damned horse.
>But then again it might just be for teaching the newly transformed ponies how to use their bodies.
>Or, it might be so they can hammer their cult into their heads.
>The group heads toward the entrance to one of the buildings, where a bored looking unicorn is reading a book levitating in her magic.
>Showoff, she probably thinks she’s better than all the other unicorns here just because her magic actually works.
>Snugglebun rounds, causing a few ponies to run into each other, and she takes a deep breath to address the crowd.
>”ALWIGHT, earth ponies with Frost, unicorns with Showoff , and pegasi, you’re on me. Ol’ Snuggsy here’s gonna teach you how to fly.”
>Holy crap, her name actually is Showoff.
>Quite a few ponies head over to Frost, before being told that they’re actually unicorns or pegasi, and breaking off to their respective group.

>>30482568
>The pegasi head off to what looks like a track or hippodrome, and the earth ponies head over to a field, whereas the unicorns head inside the building.
>With what seems to be the most humdrum monotone in the world, Showoff addresses her fellow unicorns.
>”Hi, I’m sister Showoff, and today, I’ll be teaching you how to use…” She gives a long drawn out sigh before finishing her sentence, “Maaagic.”
>She even trots on 3 hooves for a moment to lift one up and give a jazz-hand with it.
>Jesus, can she stop showing off for just one second?
>Showoff leads us through the halls, and eventually leads us into a lab-style classroom, but instead of the regular lab equipment of beakers and bunsen burners, there’s feathers, string, and a few pieces of paper set up at each of the lab stations.
>”Ok, pair up, and pick a station, so if one of you figures out how to use magic, you can berate the other one for being dumb.”
>I pick a station sequestered in the corner of the room, and am quickly joined by what has to be the littlest pony I’ve ever seen.
>I swear, she’s about the size of a large cat, or maybe a small dog.
>I tentatively reach out a hoof for her to shake.
“Uh, Hi, I’m, uh…”
>I search for my name, and come up blank.
>I desperately scrounge through my memories as I stutter like a sperg trying to talk to a girl.
>Come on, there’s gotta be something here…
“Pink?”
>The tiny pony looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
>”what, you want me to gib you da pussy, bawss?”
“No, no, it’s not like that, they took my name, for fucks sake. You try and remember yours.”
>”Sure, I’m… I’m…”
>I watch as the tiny pony stumbles over what should have been the easiest question in the world.
>She takes a deep breath and admits defeat.
>”alright, fine. But I’m sure as fuck not taking some pansy ass pony name, I mean Snugglebun?”
>The tiny pony makes a gagging expression, as if the name itself were unpalatable.

>>30482571
“Yeah, and Showoff? What the hell kinda name is that?”
>We chuckle at the dumb names for a moment.
>”But you know what’s the dumbest name out of the bunch?”
>I wipe tears out of my eyes and I try to control my laughter.
“What?”
>”Pink”
>I shoot the smug little pony a look, as Showoff clears her throat to get everyone’s attention.
>”Alright class, welcome to maaagic 101. Today I will be teaching you how to be more useful than a mud pony. Except for during winter wrap up when everyone decides that magic is for squares.”
>”Ok, first lesson, Magic doesn’t come from the head, it comes from the heaaart.”
>Showoff, true to her name, picks up a pointer in her aura, and taps a blackboard, showing a brain that’s been crossed out, and a cartoon heart that’s been circled.
>”What I mean by this, is you need to not consciously think about it. Like walking. Oh by the way, you’re welcome for the next hour of not knowing how to use your legs.”
>Quite a few faces in the crowd fell as they realized they now had no idea how they had been walking, or how to walk, and were basically glued in place.
>”so, basically, think about not thinking about not using your magic, to use your magic. Confusing? Good, the less you know what you’re doing, the better. That’s the Sunburst effect right there. He knew eeeverything there was to know about magic, and couldn’t use it worth shit.”
>That has to be the dumbest logic and reasoning I have ever heard in my entire life.
>That’s like… knowing how a computer works making using a computer even harder.
>Or knowing the ins and outs of a car’s engine suddenly making you drive like you’re Asian.
>Of course nothing works like how it’s supposed to in this backwards, crazy, upside-down horse land.

>>30482575
>”Alright class, I’m gonna give you ‘bout 15 minutes to try and levitate something. Just don’t not think about something like, a warm wind blowing what you want levitated upwards, and I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
>I look over towards my much shorter classmate, and her expression mirrors exactly how I feel.
>“So, we’re fucked, aren’t we?”
>It sounded less like a question, and more like a statement of fact.
“Yep.”
>The next 15 minutes were the most frustrating experience anyone in that room had ever experienced.
>It was like trying to turn your thought processes inside out.
>The exact moment you stopped paying attention to something, it started working.
>The moment it started working, you payed attention to it, and it stopped working.
>Trying to figure out how anything worked resulted in it breaking, and countless techniques were forged and broken within one or two tries.
>Counting, counting powers, listing primes, focusing on one of your hooves, they would all get results at least once, sure, but the moment it came to replicate the results, it would immediately fall flat on it’s face.
>The only consistent results anyone got was trying to remember the things they couldn’t remember, which apparently appeased the ironic element present in magic, and thusly sated, allowed them to use magic.
>But then someone actually managed to remember their family and broke down crying, so everyone avoided that method, lest they suffer as she did.
>At the end of the 15 minutes that room was filled with so many sweet little voices cursing up a storm, that sailors and coal miners would have fainted.

>>30482578
>Showoff, eventually taking pity on us, spoke up.
>”Well, at least all of that hoof-waving and arcane babbling you did was impressive, but unfortunately, it seems like we don’t have any naturals among us. Guess we’re gonna have to move on to the hard way, where I explain by not explaining how to use magic, so you can use magic.”
>Showoff gives a sigh, and I can hear her mutter under her breath.
>”Thank Celestia for magic aspirin.”
>It’s another 30 minutes of pure hell, and by the end of it, even Showoff’s having trouble using magic.
>By the end of it I wonder how the hell Showoff even uses magic, if it’s always this hard.
>Eventually, everyone’s frustrated, a few ponies are crying, and Showoff’s chugging something by the bottleful.
>I don’t know if it’s headache medicine or booze, but honestly, I’m just out of fucks to give.
>I lie on the ground, and lazily watch as a feather coated in a pink aura dances above me.
>It’s probably some showboat making a fool of me.
>Although I can’t tell who’s doing it, as the room is still filled with the occasional temporary success, followed by immediate failure, followed by another bout of cursing.
>It’s like one of those pictures with the spinning lady, and sometimes you see her spin one way, but most of the time, she just spins the other way.
>It’s probably either optical illusions or bullshit, or something.
>The feather drops out of it’s aura, and with a lazy breath, I send it back up, where it’s caught again.
>Maybe that’s something I can try, just thinking about optical illusions, or other philisophical bullshitery, instead of just how this fucking feather is floating by it’s goddamned self.

>>30482581
> Eventually I hear Snugglebun’s familiar voice coming from down the hall.
>”HUP TWO-THREE-FOUR, HUP TWO-THREE-FOUR, I KNOW YOU LADIES ARE EXHAUSTED, BUT C’MON, HOW ELSE ARE YOU GONNA GET ANY BETTER IF YOU DON’T PRACTICE?”
>I look up, and see Snugglebun, along with a few hints of exhausted and bruised pegasi.
>Looks like we aren’t the only ones who got worked over.
>The defeated unicorns all get up and form into a disorganized group by the door, and I grab that annoying little feather that had been teasing me, and tuck it behind my ear.
>I’m going to figure out this magic bullshit, even if it kills me.
>As I trot towards the door, I manage to catch the tail end of the conversation between Snugglebun and Showoff.
>”That good huh?”
>Showoff shoots Snugglebun a look like she just served a tour in vietnam, and this fuckin’ hippie was trying to give her shit for it, causing Snugglebun to back off.
>”You try teaching ponies how to fly, when your explanations ruin your ability to fly, and make your wings feel like they’re boring straight into your skull.”
>Snugglebun gives a plaintive gesture, and backs off.
>”Alright, ok, so why don’t you go and have a nice lie down, and I’ll get these kids off to Sister Hard-Ass, ok?”
>Showoff starts heading out of the room, and gives one look back at Snugglebun as she does so.
>”What do you think’s gonna happen when Sister Praise realizes you’ve been calling her that behind her back?”
>Snugglebun laughs.
>”Oh, I dunno, beg and grovel for mercy?”
>The sound of a familiar throat clearing drags an icy finger down my spine, causing every single one of my hairs to stand on end.
>”Sister Hard-Ass?”
>Snugglebun turns around, and accidentally bowls one of the pegasi recruits over with her wings as they flare out.
>”SISTER PRAISE-CELESTIA-IN-ALL-HER-WAYS PIE, I, UH, I DIDN’T, YOU KNOW I...”

>>30482583
>For her part, Sister Praise raises a hoof to Snugglebun’s lips, and shushes her.
>”Do not worry, Sister Snugglebun, I’m sure Celestia forgives you for your actions.”
>Snugglebun looks confused for a moment.
>”What, uh, really?”
>Sister Praise gives one of those smiles, the kind that gives the feeling of someone walking on your grave, even if all she’s doing is talking about the weather.
>”But of course, but I am going to have to put you on Atonement Detail for 3 weeks, to help you think about calling other ponies names behind their back.”
>I don’t know what atonement detail means, but given Snugglebun’s reaction, it’s probably something like being pulled on the rack, or getting drawn and quartered.
>As Sister Praise walks past the recruits, they automatically form into two lines behind her, having already seen the extent of her mercy.
>”Sister Snugglebun, please be at the chapel in an hour to begin your Absolution with all the other recruits.”
>As I watch Snugglebun hang her head, I can’t help but realize, what’s punishment to her, is my life now.
>This is gonna suck, isn’t it?

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