Pony Transformation General

>>30665500
Transformation into Nyx

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Hey-diddly-ho ponies, do shitposts got ya down? Well, how about a story update to wash your troubles and humanity away?

>>30665521
kys urself

>>30665563
>I struggled against my bindings, my misshapen limbs struggling against the straps that held me in some kind of repurposed dentist’s chair.
“LET ME GO, PLEASE! I DON’T WANT TO BE A PONY!”
>My captors giggled through clenched teeth at my pointless struggle, their faces unmoving masks of psychotic joy.
>I tried to burrow into my seat as they pulled out tools and implements more suited for working with stone or wood, than flesh or bone.
>”Oh don’t worry Pink, that’s what they all say, and then we just pull that little dissenting part out, and fill their heads with sunshine and rainbows. They all thank us afterwards. Each and every one.”
>I looked over at Beelzebun as she gestured over to a table stacked with cotton balls and fairy floss as she said “sunshine and rainbows”.
>Oh god, they were literally going to cut me open, and replace what’s going to probably wind up as large chunks of my grey matter with fluff and candy.
>I continued to fruitlessly struggle against my bindings, until Frost Doom wrapped her forelegs around my head in a vice like grip, putting my struggle to an end.
>I could barely wiggle even an inch as another pony lined up what looked like a heavy duty masonry drill with my my eye, and powered it on.
>”Shh, Shh, this is only gonna hurt once, it’ll be like, just a little pinch, and then it’ll be over, and you’ll be one of us.”
>I tried to scream, but the hooves around my head reduced that to only a muted mumbling, leaving me to only stare as my doom crept closer, the chants of “one of us” in the background growing louder and louder…

how about horse flu? Starts with flu like symptoms and then turns you into horny mares.

>>30665570
>I gasped as I bolted straight upright in bed, staring at the blank wall across from me.
>For a moment, I just stared at that wall, and panted, both relieved that I wasn’t going to die by taking a power drill to the eye socket, but also terrified that I was still neck deep in this shit.
>I eventually let my body lie back down on that stiff, shitty little cot, and stared at the sundial at the far end of the room.
>The little golden mote that had been present during the day had been replaced by a muted silver speck, that, if I was right, showed that I had just woken up in the middle of the night.
>I pulled my pillow from out under my head, and hugged it to my chest as I felt the first tears from what would probably be a long hard sob well up in my eyes.
>I was going to die here… I’d likely fuck up, or piss off the wrong person, and get hauled off to that chair, where they’d cut me open, and pull out the parts they found disagreeable.
>There was only one way out of this hell, and that was by being let out once they made me a “pony inside”.
>Otherwise, if I tried to escape, there were guards patrolling the halls, my absence would be noted immediately, and any pony that found me on my miles long trek out of the country would immediately turn in the “dangerous criminal”.
>The hot tears soaked into my cheeks as I hugged my pillow over my head.
>The only way out… getting strapped into that chair as they cut out everything that made me, me, and letting that brain-dead marionette mindlessly wander around these halls.
>Honestly, the only options were looking like death, or a different kind of death.
>I felt one of my ears turret as I heard Snugglebun shift in the bed across from me.
>”Kid, what… Something wrong?”
>I tried to go still and hold my breath.
>No. She can’t know. If she knows, she’ll send me to the chair.
>I curled up into a ball and let out an involuntary whimper as I heard her hooves hit the hard marble.

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>>30665521

>>30665577
>Please, no, just go back to bed, just leave me be, I don’t want to be a pony, I don’t…
>I felt a soft, feathery wing drape over me, then give me a nudge.
>”Kid, please, we’re here to help you, but I can’t help you if you don't say nothing.”
>I barely managed to hiccup a response out.
“Just back to bed, I don’t want any of your “help”.”
>I felt the wing covering me draw back.
>”What? Kid, what’s going on?”
>Fuck, She’s on to me, she’s going to fucking drag me kicking and screaming to that room, to that chair, and kill me.
“Please, I don’t… I don’t wanna die…”
>The silence reigned for a moment, before I heard Snugglebun’s response.
>”Kid please, we aren’t gonna kill you. We just want to help you.”
“Yeah, help me by turning me into one of those monsters roaming the halls?”
>I felt a pair of forelegs wrap around me.
>I meekly wriggled in her grasp, my will to fight against the sea of troubles set against me was all but nonexistent at that point.
>”We aren’t gonna do that to you either, kid. Well, unless you’re in the habit of killing ponies, or doing other such shit.”
>I quieted down, sure I wanted out of here at the first available opportunity, but killing someone, even if it was a pony?
“I… I don’t think I could do that…”
>My sobs were starting to quiet down into a bout of hiccuping, my doom was seeming slightly less inevitable.
“So, uh, you aren’t going to strap me down to a dentist's chair, and drill my skull with repurposed power tools?”

>>30665579
you anonfillyfags deserve nyxposters

>>30665586
>I felt the hooves gripping me squeeze slightly tighter.
>”Oh kid, you musta had one hell of a nightmare there. I mean, the… brainwashing thing or whatever Sister Praise does isn’t anywhere that nightmarish, and, well, she only uses it on people that woulda gotten life or worse back on earth anyways.”
>I felt a little relieved, but again, I didn’t know how much of this was truth, and how much of it was just Snugglebun telling me what I wanted to hear to calm me down.
>I had to keep my guard up, this place might seem a lot less terrifying, but that might just be a thin layer of pastel paint over the grim cage I found myself in.
>Then again, I’m pretty sure Snugglebun and Frost Bloom weren’t monstrosities made out of teeth and eyes, animated by boundless rage, and barely given equine form by the shadowbolt uniforms they were wearing.
>Which doesn’t excuse the fact that Equestria still has some form of corporal punishment specifically designed and wielded by someone anti-human.
>And given the way she was doling out those punishments in Celestia propaganda 101, I’d find it hard to believe that even the entire class rushing her would be able to overpower her.
>Not to mention that there were trained royal guards, the “sisters”, the other instructors, hell, probably the entire world would turn against me the moment I stepped foot out of here without explicit instruction to.
>I pulled my pillow over my head and tried to suppress a whimper as every escape plan I could think of ran into the same inescapable reality.
>There was no way out of this hellhole, unless someone vouched that I was a “pony within and without”.
>Which raises the question, just what the fuck does that even mean?
>Was Snugglebun a “pony within”?
>Hell, could she have been lying about being a former human?

>>30665596
>I clutched the pillow against my head as my myriad doubts weighed heavily upon me.
>All I had to go on was their word alone, and if there was anything that all my years on earth had taught me, it was that words mattered for neither jack, nor shit.
>Not that I could authentify any documentation either, they could just use some other former human’s drivers licence, or whatever, and I’d be none the wiser that the pony was actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
>Even that unicorn who was teaching us to use magic, and something that could probably be used against them...
>I considered my train of thought, and let out a long suffering sigh.
>It seemed like everything here was built from the ground up to make no fucking sense, no matter which way you looked at it.
>Trying to puzzle this conundrum out felt like trying to solve some kinda tesseract rubik’s cube, with more colors than sides, on top of having more than a few pieces missing.
>Like everything was trying to hammer home as quickly as possible, that we sure as fuck weren’t in Kansas anymore
>I peeked out from under the pillow at the sun, or, moon? Thaumidial?
>The bullshit magic clock was showing that I had quite a significant amount of lost night-time.
>I grit my teeth, and tried to force myself to relax, there wasn’t much use to losing valuable sleep over the broken 5th dimensional jigsaw puzzle that my life had become, when it was pretty clear that I’d likely find more pieces to try and puzzle out just what the fuck was going on in the morning.
>Which was rapidly approaching in a way that was neither comforting, nor conducive to taking advantage of the dwindling hours before sunrise.
>I must have eventually passed out due to exhaustion, because the next thing I knew, Snugglebun was bellowing out another good morning.

>>30665599
>The shout is followed by few screams, but there’s clearly less than the first time.
>I would try to think about the situation, if 90% of my thought processes weren’t being consumed by trying to remember the lyrics to a song.
>It took a minute just to gather my thoughts enough to remember to move my limbs, and get out of bed.
>I could tell that today was going to be hell, even if my life was already beginning to become a sisyphean trial.
>I followed in the back of the convoy, blankly staring as two feathers, illuminated in pink danced to the tune that played in my head, the two pirouetting and spiraling around each other, inviting more and more to join in the dance…
>”PINK.”
>I snapped my head over to Snugglebun’s concerned face, causing me to look around the room at the massacre of a few pillows, and a even a few cringing pegasi recruits, rubbing their stinging wings.
“I, uh… did I do that?”
>”Yeah. You did. You might wanna stay here for a bit, try to get some more sleep in, you’re looking like you’ve stayed up a straight week. Nightmares probably didn’t help neither. I’ll let Showoff know you’re gonna be late.”

>>30665604
>I nodded my head, and looked down at the floor, christ, day two, and I was already fucking up.
>Although it seemed like nightmares were pretty common around here, I could complain about the night god of dreams not sorting that shit out, but she probably was at odds with helping ponies who were supposed to be solely worshiping her sister.
>Either that, or it would be like a group of small town firefighters trying to put out a thousand acre wildfire, or a star, or some shit.
>Like she might be doing a bang up job with the ponies out in the rest of Equestria, but I’m sure ponies haven’t seen anything like the fucked up shit humans come up with just for fun.
>At that moment I realized I had been standing stock still, and staring blankly at the wall, while my thoughts just went all over the place.
>I sighed, and dragged myself back to bed, and almost instantaneously passed out the moment my head touched the pillow.
>It seemed like no time had passed, but a quick glance at the clock told me otherwise.
>That and the feeling like a angry little leprechaun was trapped in my head, and was desperately drilling through my skull to escape.
>I reached up to rub at the migraine on my forehead, and winced as I hit my horn.
>Yeah, right, fuck, I somehow plucked a bunch of feathers, and made them dance around.
>I have no clue how or why I did that, but I guess when your subconscious is on a walkabout with the keys to your fancy new mind powers, shit generally tends to happen.
>So, again, it seems I have some sub conscious control over feathers, which has to be the lamest superhero power ever, aside from making rings of grass pop up around you whenever you feel too hard.
>I mean, that might be useful for making feather pillows, or using feather quill pens, or something, or maybe preening birds, or some shit?
>I dragged myself out of bed, and started to make my way towards the classroom, where I assumed all the other ponies were already.

>>30665611
>It was a short walk, but all the stares from the sisters, and the fact that I was all alone convinced me to try and run there.
>That and I was already late, which didn’t help matters.
>Despite being alone, I somehow managed to get the classroom without incident.
>I skidded to a halt in front of the classroom door, and tried to slip inside as carefully as possible.
>I took a look around, and yeah, things seemed just as hopeless as before, although one or two ponies were starting to figure out basic levitation, if the glowing horns and flickering fields were any indication.
>I wonder if either of them are as concerned as I was that this shit was just one more step towards their inevitable ponification.
>I headed over to Showoff, who had probably been gloating about how good she was at drinking, given the empty bottles scattered around her desk.
“Hey, uh, I’m here.”
>Showoff looked over at me, and given the dark circles under her eyes, it had apparently been another hard session, although I’m pretty sure she gloated about how it was harder for her than anyone else.
>”Hey, Snugglebun told me you had a hard night. You get enough sleep?”
>I nodded, and felt my magic grip at the feather I had apparently remembered to tuck behind my ear.
“Uh, yeah, and, uh, I think I mighta figured out levitation, or something. And right after I woke up the first time today, I kinda went a little overboard with it, you mind if I have some of your headache meds?”

>>30665615
>Showoff scooted over a full bottle of the stuff with a hoof, she was probably still having trouble figuring out how magic worked, due to having to explain how it worked, and that making it not work.
>Not wanting to stress my probably already over-exerted magic, I tried to grab it with a hoof, but only succeeded in bumping it with my fingerless appendage.
>I stared at the damned pink thing for a moment, and flexed it, maybe if I tried grabbing the bottle with the joint, that might work?
>There wasn’t exactly a thumb there to keep it from squeezing out of the grip I had on it, but it’d be better than nothing.
>I grabbed the bottle in, what, the fetlock, or something? And put it to my lips, drinking down the bitter medicine.
>It tasted like crap, but if it’d make it stop feeling like my horn was having a violent coup to try and secede from my body,
>I rubbed at the base of my horn, grateful that the pain was starting to subside.
>”Alright, the pain should be starting to go away, I’d say take it easy, levitating a single feather’ll probably be as much as you should do, at least until your magic gets its strength back.”
>I thought about what exactly my magic “getting its strength back” meant, but then I decided against it.
>First rule of magic is that thinking about it makes everything worse.
>I mean, when I was struggling to form a coherent thought, I was pulling shit that was straight outta fantasia.
>Well, of course, I had a blow out right after that, but still, the point stands.

>>30665500
Transformation into cum after being cock vored

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>>30665619
>I trotted over to the corner, where a familiar red mare was seething with rage, and staring at an immobile piece of string.
“Well, looks like we’re in the same boat today, I fucked up my magic with that little feather trick, and you’re still too smart to break the laws of physics.”
>”Pink, I don’t need your shit right now, I can do this.”
>I looked between the string, and... fuck, she didn’t even have a nickname yet.
>Hell, I think I might be the only one of the recruits with anything close to a name, and that’s only because I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Alright, I don’t think actively trying to force your magic’s gonna work, how about we try something reactionary.”
>I watched as the feather moved out from behind my ear, scooped up the string, and deposited it over the other unicorn.
>... why didn’t I just levitate the string?

And that's all for this update Neigh-boreenos, and remember just hide the shitposters, don't respond

Special thanks to those who volunteered to edit this, may you become the ponies you were meant to be

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>>30665665
Pastebin updated
https://pastebin.com/x5gDSY9F

>>30665665
Thanks for the update. I love this story.

What current stories are worth checking out? Want something interesting to follow. Haven't checked out this thread in ages.

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>tfw you thought it was Pon-E but it was actually the invigorating taste of Monster Energy™ Zero Ultra™

>>30665777
they all suck.

>>30665777
What are your tastes?
You've got Cuddly Doom, if you want something like a zombie apocalypse but with intelligent ponies.
The recently updated Pony Story is good.
Heiress of Chaos if you want an Eris TF.
These are all still ongoing stories. Recently updated stuff gets linked in the OP in general so you can find other options there.

>>30665825
How so?

>>30665849
I suppose I'm into more fun stories. Nothing against grim dark stuff, but I think stories with a more light atmosphere are my style.

>>30666024
https://pastebin.com/x5gDSY9F
Probably the best fit out of the recent stuff.

>>30665849
>Eris tf
Personally cannot recommend this one. It's poorly done, not in line with what this thread wants, and the main character is utter garbage. Literally not worth being in the OP (which makes sense, seeing as how it keeps getting taken down from the OP). Don't waste your time, read some actual pony stuff.

>>30665571
Something like Flu Season then.
https://pastebin.com/3me402Bk
Which could also be a fun story for >>30666024 if you count sexual fun. Disregard the guy that hates Eris. He's an idiot that doesn't speak for anyone but himself. The story wasn't in this OP because there's finite room and and the story wasn't updated in the previous thread.

>>30666337
Couldn't even bring themselves to update for an entire thread. That's pretty pathetic don't you think? Granted, I'm not surprised they can't manage to churn anything out. With such an uninspired and dull story, you can't squeeze much out before the general audience catches on to how awful it is. I'm sure the only reason anybody actually likes the garbage is because the author inserts users from the thread into the story like a shill.

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>>30666337
It's been too long since we had an update to either of those

>>30666433
Flu Season, sure. Eris? Hasn't been long enough, I still have that horrible masturbation scene burnt into my mind.

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>>30665784
Energy drinks that turn you into an energetic little pony.

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How excited would you be to take her place as a pony?

>>30666929
>Purple autistic horse

Not Ideal, but being a Mary sue wouldn't be so bad

>>30666929

Do I have to be the same pony or can I be someone different because I'm not sure I'm ready for more autism.

>>30665500
That anonfilly color is terrible and whoever colored it should feel bad.

>>30667290
Still better than 90% of them.

>>30667028
It's not so bad at first. But then you meet people who turned into tastefully designed OCs and your self esteem takes a dive.

>>30666280
Any story not about pony tf is a waste of space. It's PTFG not MLPTFG. Plain and simple.

>>30667360
>gryphon
I'll reiterate my point of this thread being the Pony Transformation General. Goddamn.

>>30666024
How do they suck? Well, it's pretty much all cliche escapism fantasy for every green that isn't cringe emo shit. Ponies with mental ailments turning random faggots into horses in the apocalypse? Fucking dumb man. And that's one of the more regular, popular greens around here. Shit's rough here man.

>>30667448
That was one of the last things posted on the dragon thread I can remember outside of Purple's doodles and Mage's stuff.

Takes me back.

Pon-E secret recipe:
1 part Molly
1 part Percocet
Mix thoroughly and snort
Put a mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Represent your neighborhood
Snort again
Chase a check
DO NOT chase a bitch
Snort only percocet
Snort only molly
Snort mixture again

If you don't die, you'll probably become a pony

>>30667579
>Pon-E
Another horrible cliche. How many unoriginal Pon-E stories are there? Too fucking many.

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>"I say old chap, it would appear we've been turned into little fillies. What a spiffing bit of luck."

>>30667475
Those dragon fags were twice as retarded. I'm glad they aren't spreading their filth anymore.

>TFW RABGAR will never turn you into a pony to add you to his harem

>>30667592
Whats the worst? Which one is the grandpappy of PonE?

>>30667673
Notice how it's just a post long and obviously no longer being written? Because nobody really cares about non pony stuff here. Learn your audience people.

>>30667699
The first one written by someone other than the original author.

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>>30667592
>Constantly saying things are shit without being constructive about it.
Unless you're not the eris anon, this is mostly directed at that guy.
Write an original Pon-E story then.
Or an original TF story.

Or at least suggest something, if i can crap out a random "Anon and Chad try to get the former some pussy" prompt then surely a person of your undoubltly fine taste can crank out something.
Literally anything can spawn entire fucking epics, that princess AJ thread has been going for years based on a shitpost of all things, just write!

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>>30667720
So you don't even know? How many PonE stories have you actually read?

>>30667801
How do you know I haven't posted prompts? Just because I post with no name (something you also do) doesnt mean I don't shit out content. Plus, even if I didn't, my opinion on Pon-E being cringey and overused isn't invalid. People need original concepts, they just piggy back off of something somewhat novel and can't be fucked to even change a name.

>>30667815
No, I don't remember the name of a generic bland story from a while ago. I only tend to remember stories that have a form of staying power.

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>>30667801
I like you and your attitude. Pay him no heed, it's just his scheduled time to show up and try to sow discord.
I seriously do not understand Princess Applejack one bit.

>>30667833
>sow Discord

But he hates Eri~

>>30667833
Oh wow, circlejerking in face of someone having an opinion. Nice. Great effort.

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>>30667861
you're just mad you became the tiny pony

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>>30667820
Fair enough

Pon-E does see a lot of use, but it's also been made an open concept by it's creator
Really there's no point in changing the name when you are talking about a pony transformation drug

Also just because it uses the same idea for drug does not mean a story is automatically boring. there are tons of other stories that heavily involve drugs like alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, ect.
The important thing is that the don't do the same thing from the same perspective, one looks as a Pon-E dealer, another an addict, and so forth
.
As someone who has written several of them: pet pony stories are far more over used, because they are almost always from the perspective of the pet and the only real variation is what kind of relation they have with there master.

>>30667893
But in the course that the original idea has been used, a lot of it has been played out. We've seen addicts, dealers, doctors, and so on. In a thread with such an open concept, seeing another "anon is involved with a bottle of pills" story is disheartening. Because in stories about drugs, the drugs themselves provide something different. Meth and Marijuana are vastly different and thus less to different stories. Pon-E is always a pill with the same rules. No variance in the basic concept leads to monotony. There's not much room to be inventive when your main selling point is do established. It's like slasher movies. You see Freddy Krueger so much through different films that hes no longer fresh. His rules are all known and there's nothing there to be surprising anymore. You'll see the same basic story with a few details swapped around.

At least you're taking tje time to debate instead of just labeling me as a shitposter, that's respectable.

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>>30667941
You are right, I wouldn't mind seeing some more variation in the drug based tf stories my self.

Pon-E has been done a lot, but I wouldn't go so far as to say that there is no room for fresh ideas out of it. There is always the potential for some one to come a long and come up with a new way to bring it into their story, and even if they don't involve it in a new way they could always do something different with the rest of their story (think about tropes like time travel, and zombies, they can be done in a way that we've seen hundreds of times before, or they can change up the rules/character arcs and produce something new)

It may very well be time for new pony tf drugs to be used, but I don't think is fair to assume that any story that still uses the Pon-E rules or calls the drug Pon-E is automatically trite

Have a cute

>>30668060
When I see a new Pon-E story that does something fresh, that would be welcome. It's just that Pon-E has bread a very niche kind of story without much variation. I'm not saying it's impossible to make it fresh, but that nothing fresh is currently coming from it. Something can always revive something and give a different take on a tired concept, but that hasn't happened here. Hell, I've even toyed with Pon-E stuff before and never came up with something fresh feeling. For me it comes from Pon-E being as widely used and well established. Take that away and drugs could open up so many different ideas. Maybe a stoner winds up finding a cursed strain and turns into a pony who's always blazed. Or some pushers start lacing their goods with a strange new compound that ponifies the user and makes a killing on an upcharged antidote they sell to the teenagers too scared to admit to their parents they've been experimenting. Or an LCD based drug that causes an anon to hallucinate being a little horse in Equestria, leading to wacky hijinks for a light hearted story or sober dismorphia if going with a darker tone. And that's just a little bit of the ideas possible if you strip away Pon-E. The concept has room to be creative, but more unique stories would arise without Pon-E being so dominant.

>>30668126
>LCD
That's what using a phone gets me.

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Transformation into a mare when exposed to cold water.

>>30668705
Ranmare 1/2

>Anon has been living in Equestria for years, and things are going great
>He has a house, a good-paying job, and lots of friends
>When a Magical Mishap™ irreversibly turns Anon into a little mare, he doesn't really expect much to change
>Ponies are kind, good-hearted folk; they embraced him with open forelegs when he was a weird monkey-alien, why would they treat him different now that he actually fits in?
>Except they do
>Friends who were drawn to him by his uniqueness start to drift away while others who steered clear of before are now much more accommodating
>As he watches old friendships slowly wither and die as new ones sprout from the ashes, he learns a valuable lesson about just how much appearances truly matter

>>30668783
It's a little sad to think you could lose friends by becoming a cute mare.

You are turned into a pony in Equestria, the catch being that you have agreed to an arranged marriage with a mare or stallion you know nothing about.

>>30668126
Not the anon you were replying to, but Ranger's writing a pretty unique Pon-E story that isn't all about the drug, if that's what you're looking for

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SHIMMY WIMMY

>Be anon.
>You became the mare a few months ago.
>You look exactly like the stock Anon pone.
>Green fur, black mane, question mark for a cutie mark.
>The town loves you, they accepted you pretty much instantly and tried to help you adjust to living there.
>In the course of doing that, you've found that you're really good at listening to others.
>Your former social autism has melted into you being a shoulder for friends to cry on.
>And then one day you wake up in a different body.
>Your coat is a dark midnight blue and your mane is a soft lavender.
>Your cutie mark has even changed to a brain enclosed in a heart.
>When you try to think about your name, all that comes to mind is "Rippling Empathy"
>You're freaking the fuck out.
>Approaching your pony friends, they all cheer when you come out.
>"Finally! You did it!"
>Turns out that half the background character ponies are all former Anons.
>When they first arrive, they're in a stock body until their pony-self begins to form.
>So you went from strange green horse from another world to fully acclimated unicorn overnight.
>You're now the local pony therapist too.
>Sounds pretty good to you.

>>30665665
Things are getting interesting, not to mention a bit intense, too! Great update.

Not Eris, but have some green, courtesy of your's truly.

>You are Anon.
>Yeah, weird name, but your parents were not the most normal people.
>Their reasoning was that it'd "make you feel more relatable."
>Whatever the fuck that means.
>But your name is probably only the second most interesting thing about you.
>The honor for the most unordinary thing would have to go to your place of residence.
>That place being Ponyville.
>How you got here, you still have no idea.
>But you're here, and it's been pretty great.
>No pony has ever seen a creature quite like you.
>You're tall, bipedal, and from another world without magic.
>To small technicolor horses, that's probably the most crazy thing they've ever heard of.
>You haven't had to pay for much of anything, they even built you a human sized house expecting nothing in return.
>At most you've had to do a few odd favors and go on a few comical adventures.
>Other than that, not a day of work.
>It's pretty great, the ponies definitely put you on some kind of pedestal.
>Everything from your food to clothes is provided for you.
>And you thought they thwarted Glim Glam's socialist dreams.
>Kidding aside though, you can't think of much that you don't like here.
>Sure, you're missing a lot of the comforts from Earth and you had friends, but people would kill to be in your spot.
>And you can't say you blame them.

>>30670792
>It's a pretty average day.
>The bright, technicolor world around you makes every morning feel warm and inviting.
>That is, unless there's some villain of the week bullshit going on, then things can get bad outside.
>But that happens less than you 'd think.
>Ponyville as you know it is like if you took the show and stretched it out.
>It's like life, everything's a filler episode.
>You've witnessed first hand the gripping drama of Applebloom losing her bow and Rarity being out of silk.
>More obsessed fans would probably eat that shit up, but you could care less.
>You're more into the adventurous stuff.
>Being a big, imposing monkey man, you tend to be a pony's first pick for getting help with more risky things.
>"Hey Anon, there's some rogue Changeling's outside of town."
>"Hey Anon, there's a very important book hidden in some swamp."
>"Hey Anon, Discord got bored and turned half the town into foals, care to help?"
>Stuff like that.
>You know it's them using you, but it's fun.
>That and it justifies you having everything handed to you for free.
>Usually you have a few day's notification before being sent out to go do something.
>Which means most likely it's going to be a do nothing day today.
>Days like that tend to mean you sit around inside all day or wander into town when you get overly bored.
>It's kind of disheartening when you know your day is going to be a filler day.
>But that's just a part of living here.

>>30670796
>Sighing to yourself, you look through the Earth stuff you have.
>The items that were on your person followed you to Equestria, and luckily you had a backpack on at the time.
>You've got a wallet, a long dead phone, a small lighter running low on fluid, a dead laptop, a paperback copy of "Dune", an old notebook you've used as a diary, the bag itself, and the remnants of the weed you were on your way to sell before you wound up here.
>It's going to be a very sad day when your stash runs out entirely.
>Thankfully you've managed to pace yourself decently.
>Other than these things, everything else you own is from Equestria.
>If you knew you'd be moving to a different world, you'd have packed some other stuff.
>Like your memory foam pillow or some more books.
>But you've managed to piece together new belongings.
>Everything from a deck of cards you swiped from Trixie to some Equestrian literature.
>A shame that they don't really have sci-fi.
>It makes sense seeing as how this is a fantasy world at heart, but still disheartening.
>Nothing can be perfect you suppose.
>Although stuff like your phone and laptop have absolutely no value anymore, you still like holding onto it.
>They serve as something of a keepsake.
>Something to remind yourself of home.
>Because as much as you enjoy living here, you don't want to lose touch with where you're from.
>After all, you're still you.

>>30670800
>Not wanting to just sit around all day, you decide to make your own adventure.
>You toss some shit into your bag and sling it into your shoulder.
>Heading out the door, you start walking down a random direction.
>You're bound to find something interesting along the way, you don't leave town for stuff besides work so it's not like you've explored everything.
>You could go camping out in the Everfree or something.
>But that would require you to sleep outside.
>And you have learned the hard way that mosquitoes are still a thing in happy horse land.
>Never again.
>Shuddering a bit to yourself, you notice something from the corner of your eye.
>A cave.
>It's a large looking cave, the entrance seems clean cut and artificial.
>You've never in your life seen it before.
>Odd considering that it's only a few yards away from your house.
>Literally a stone's throw away.
>Maybe somebody has started a mining operation nearby?
>Although you haven't heard any work like that at all.
>Regardless, it's definitely given you something to do.
>Approaching the cave, you can't help but feel odd.
>You can't put your finger on what it is, but something feels off about this place.
>And that only serves to make you want to explore it more.

>>30670805
>The cave's insides are relatively small.
>It's a perfect circle, a sort of dome of rock.
>In the far back you can see what looks like an altar of sorts.
>The altar is around average pony height, carved in a dark black stone.
>Your best guess is obsidian or something.
>Upon closer inspection, there's an indentation in the altar filled by a small sphere.
>The light filtering in from outside shines on everything in the room, but the sphere does not reflect that light.
>It's like a black hole swallowing up everything.
>And what do you do with strange, light swallowing artifacts?
>Grab that shit.
>Granted you aren't normally that impulsive.
>Something is just pulling you towards the thing.
>You reach out, placing your hand on it to pull it from the altar.
>It's impossibly cold, sending shocks down your spine.
>Recoiling, you notice your hand is stuck to the sphere.
>Fear welling up in you, you desperately try to free yourself.
>All the while you can hear faint, unintelligable whispers in your head.
>Your vision begins to blur and darken, everything feels heavy.
>Maybe this was a mistake.
>Hindsight is an absolute bitch.
>As you begin to slip out of consciousness, you hope that Twilight can help you when you wake up.
>If you wake up that is.

Yep, I've decided to reboot Lexi. Initially I was going to let the story die, but Synergy convinced me to give it another go with some help from them. So, here's a short intro to my rewritten, hopefully longer green. Eris is still going to be my main project, but Lexi is back.

>>30665665
bad story and you should feel bad
okay i'm sorry that was a joke please don't feel bad

>Wake up, am pone
>Specifically a pregnant mare
>Specifically a VERY pregnant mare who already had a life before you had overridden their conscience
>Soon, you are forced to give birth
>Turns out the original mare's conscience and knowledge somehow got pushed into the foal
>You are now the mother of your body's original owner

>>30670915
>mare was working on an immortality spell she could perform on rich ponies for lots of money
>turns out it didn't work quite the way she wanted

>>30670915
and?

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>>30670886
Thanks, anonymous poster, who is definitely not my editor, I'll take your carefully worded advice into account.

>>30670814
>Lexi reboot
Aw yeah, I was disappointed when you stopped Lexi originally.
Looking forward to more.

>>30671137
sorry

>>30670814
Fuck. Yes.

>>30670560
>the sheer number of background pony clones in season 1 are all anons prior to discovering their special talant.
>thats why there are a metric shit ton during Twilights party and that one sun celebration in canterlot.

I want to be the quiet, small, gentle mare. I want other ponies to treat me delicately because I'm a delicate little pony.

>>30670226
Anon made a big mistake fucking with her.

>>30670814
I'm glad to see you're giving this idea another chance

>Turns out that not only did your fire die out, your foxhole got blown in as well
>Breaking free of your snow prison like a zombie from the grave, you see the sun’s up again
>It’s onto day two, and you’ve got to get a move on, that is unless you want to be dinner
>God, it’s a good thing you don’t have a vore fetish right now
>You move into a clearing in the woods and look around for anything that could possibly help
>You spot a cave a little farther up the mountain you just came down
>You facepalm so hard when you notice that
>Putting on your game face, you trudge back up the mountain to the entrance of the cave
>Looking into the darkness, the warm air of the cave billowing your tie and jacket
>If you weren’t in such a bind, it’d almost be bad-ass to look at
>You step into the cave, your eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of natural light down here
>Walking and stumbling through the oppressive air of the cave, your foot hits… something
>You pick it up, and hold it towards the entrance
>ALL ABOARD THE NOPE TRAIN, IT’S A SKULL!
>You drop it and it shatters to pieces, fragments of bone scattering all over the floor
>You hear something make some noise further in the cave, but moments later, a loud snore rumbles through
>You really wish you didn’t have to go deeper, but your love of not dying compels you to go on
>You see sunlight shining through a crevasse, and right in the middle is a sleeping Manticore
>Sliding off your jacket and making it into a super-sized rope, you take your time and sneak over to it
>You’re going to have one chance to pull this off, Anon
>Jumping onto the back, you wrap your jacket around it’s neck and pull as hard as you can
>As you strangle the ever-loving hell out of it, you flail your legs around to keep that tail busy
>Man, if only Applejack could see you now!
>The manticore falls to the floor, thoroughly asphyxiated, almost crushing you beneath it in the process

>>30672476
>Well, Anon? Do you feel like a hero?
>You did what you had to in order to see the day after tomorrow
>As you walk out of the cave, you stand at the entrance and watch the sunset over the horizon, the valleys between the mountains quickly filling with shadows
>You pull down on the rod tied to your neck, a blindingly bright neon green light burning from it as you drop it on the ground and head back inside the cave
>You slump beside the manticore that *You * strangled and just ponder on your actions
>That was until you feel a harsh thump of something landing on the other side of your kill
>A large pair of eyes glowing, glowering at you over the corpse as you peek over it, it’s body silhouetted in the low light of the cavern, the tail held high and ready to strike
>It’s another one, and this time you don’t have the advantage of surprise to help you
>As you slink back downwards, a loud roar nearly deafens you as the sound rings throughout the bone-riddled cavern
>You look upwards as the enraged manticore vaults over its dead mate, then turns around snarling and dripping saliva as it sees not only it’s next meal, but vengeance as well
>He’s blocking the entrance, and seeing as you don’t have wings, the only exit as well
>There’s no running away from this one!
>You try to make some distance between the two of you, rolling around the body on the floor, and getting to your feet
>A blast of air blows hard from behind you as the only light leaking into the room disappears, only for a moment as he come bearing down on top of you, pinning you to the cold hard rock
>You flail around, reaching for something, anything as the manticore slashes your torso with his claws, blood pooling inside of your coat
>Feeling a big bone in your hand, you grab and swing it as hard as humanly possible, getting a nice, clean hit on him as you see part of it break on the manticore’s thick skull

>>30672479
>The beast stumbles after the hit, allowing you to attempt to slip out of it’s grasp
>Seeing an opportunity to escape, you run with all your might towards the exit, your stomach gushes out blood as you do
>Right before you go into the smaller tunnels, you feel yourself getting impaled and your limbs grow heavy
>Seeing the world and the manticore upside down makes you want to puke as your blood drips down your body
>Looking around, your vision quickly blurring, You thrust your broken bone into his eyes as best as you can
>As the manticore reels back in pain, you feel it’s stinger pull out of you, dropping you to the ground
>You shakily get back up to your legs and shuffle towards the now-blinded manticore, dragging a bloodied bone across the ground
>Letting out one last scream of fury, you plunge the bone deeper into it’s skull and pierce the brain, the bone severing the connection to it’s body as you flop against it
>Laying on your side and resting your head on the forepaw, you drop the bone and raise your finger gun
“See Y-you l-later, space cowboy” You stutter out as your pretend to fire as your eyes close and your limbs feel cold

>>30672481
>You wake up
>Your head pounds as you feel bandages wrapped tightly across your multiple wounds
> “Look at who just woke up!” You hear a familiar deep voice call out as your eyes try to focus on who said that
> “Not every day you see anything take that much of a thrashing and live to tell the tale” You see a gryphon with a purplish-pink highlight say
“What the hell happened? I thought I was done for” You say confusedly as the two of them stare at you
> “Well, We had a bargain to uphold. Gilda flew you out of that cave and straight here” The Male Gryphon replied
> “Nice going by the way, monkey. You bagged three of them before passing out” Gilda said, a little impressed
> “But there were only two..” You question as you raise a hand and grimace in pain
> “One of them was pregnant. It’s a good thing too, we can’t afford any more of those beasts roaming around, it’s bad enough as is” The guy responded, passing you a wooden cup full of water
>Boy, does that water taste sweet as you chug it down
“What did you say your name was again?” You ask, after settling down the cup on the bedside table
> “I didn’t, but you may call me Gilliam” The golden brown gryphon with the leopard spots says with a bow
> “Now come, on your feet, it’s been a long time coming” Gilliam says as he walks towards the doorway
>You attempt to get out of bed and stand up, but you fall then pull yourself onto your feet, each step a little more confident than the last as they move to support your weight
>As you walk down the streets with your entourage, you notice that the streets are empty
>You and your party walk into Gustav’s place and it explodes with celebration
>You’re awestruck at the sight of dozens of gryphons packed in here all cheering
> Gustav runs up to you, and places a set of golden jewelry around your neck
> “I’m surprised to say this, Anon” Gilda says with the tone of a proud bigger sister “But welcome to the pride”

>>30670814
Moar

>>30672490
Nice work.

>>30670814
Glad you took my advice on the reboot! Hope it appeals to your creative sense more this time around. The nugget of the change and alteration of perception for others was intriguing, and I look forward to seeing what we discussed and whatever surprises you have planned play out.
>>30670796
>More obsessed fans would probably eat that shit up, but you could care less
Couldn't care less

Good job Gumo. Also, unlike a few opinionated folks, I enjoy and will continue to enjoy tf into non-pony equestrian races as I have since this thread's inception years ago, and look forward to Eris returning. That third act is gonna be good.

>>30672490
Aww yis. Incoming catbird tf?

>>30673038
Damn, in my sleepiness I made one of my most hated grammatical errors. Thanks for all the help again on both getting this rolling again and listening to my Eris ideas.

>>30670915
Be a good mother to her and hopefully she won't resent you for stealing her life.
I think someone already wrote this on fimfiction but it's not very good.

PoppedAnon where have you gone?

>>30673894
Good question.

Here's a link to a story I did as a trade with Sential in which a rando turns into Queen Chrysalis. It's actual prose instead of greentext and is in a different vein than my normal stories. It contains body horror and ovipositing so if you don't like that stuff I wouldn't read it. It was an interesting challenge to try and write.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/11npmdhVniJSa4yPXxxM-J3-AL4ITVybK3XBEldSaI_I/edit?usp=drivesdk here's a link courtesy of my burner Google account. The system thought my shortened link was spam so tough shit.

>>30674217
OK. This should be interesting.

>>30674301
Hopefully. Sential liked it but more feedback always helps.

>>30674217
Hot

>>30665500
too lazy to read through the archives, recommend me some good stories.

>>30674350
Avoid Eris, you'll be fine.

>>30674350
No, read Eris, you'll be fine.

>>30674350
Any themes in particular that you want to read or avoid?
Try https://pastebin.com/x5gDSY9F

>>30674217
I know exactly why I have this boner

>>30674388
Something long and interesting, preferably.

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>>30667649
>"Oh fuck off! I hate being the little filly! I can't grab shit with those hooves and my dick is gone too! And for god's sake, stop calling me chap!"

>Anonymouse was not the most clever of young unicorns. Hell, to be honest, she couldn't even stand Miss Cheerilee's prattling about long division and algebra, and had dropped out of Ponyville school this fall, as was her right.
>After all, 'Nonny' didn't have any parents or any family, so she basically made her own decisions. It was a luxury many fillies and colts envied.
>However, they wouldn't envy her empty stomach.
>Nonny had always been hungry. When she slept, she faintly remembered times of a cold room, a bright screen in an often dark room, and hopes for a future.
>Those dreams guttered out against the creeping cold.
>Ponyville at its coldest was not that bad, she reasoned, but she still loathed winter and prayed for Winter Wrapup to arrive as quickly as possible
>However, for those ninety hateful days between the last leaf's descent to the ground and the most blessed of holidays, she had a problem most fillies and colts didn't think twice about.
>Her stomach and its near constant rumbling were a reminder that she couldn't just curl up in her blanket pile and wait for the day to end.
>So she plotted her latest and best endeavor: a raid on the place with the sweetest and best treats in all of Ponyville.
>Sugarcube Corner.

>>30674681

>Anonymouse knew the failure of most of her plots had more to do with lack of planning than 'bad luck'. The ne'er-do-wells in Ponyville Prison blamed bad luck.
>So this time, the gray coated filly had worked out her plan. Scrounging together enough bits for hot chocolate, she moved out.
>Sugarcube Corner was a long way from her shack on the edge of Ponyville. It was more time to rehearse. Mr. and Mrs. Cake were nice ponies. Of course, stealing food from a baker wasn't a real crime.
>She stepped in through the door. Mrs Cake was on duty. The mare was proof that the family had no problems eating, despite Mr Cake's lean and hungry look.
>”Good morning, Mrs. Cake.”
>”Hello, dearie.” She smiled, a proper businessmare, but nonetheless the filly could see her eyes narrow a little bit. Most ponies didn't come out and accuse Anonymouse of thievery, but every pony knew that the poor ponies didn't often have the bits for luxuries. “What can I do for you?”
>”A cup of hot chocolate, please.”
>Easily enough done. Taking her drink, Anonymouse posted up on a table near the wall and waited.
>The sound of the foals crying upstairs told her everything she needed to know.
> “I'll take care of it,” she calls back to the kitchen, heading to the stairs. Anonymous smiled at her as she passed.
>Mr. Cake was in the back, then. Once Mrs. Cake was upstairs, it was easy to slip behind the counter. Grabbing a to go bag with her magic, she filled it with a day's take. A loaf of bread. Ten cookies. A few cup cakes.
>Carefully slinging the bag over her shoulder, Anonymouse finished her hot chocolate on the way out and stepped out into the snow.

>>30674688

>Job well done, Anonymouse, she told herself.
>The chill was unnatural, even though her warm belly fought against it.
>Her mind went to that darker place for a moment, and she just barely stepped around Rarity.
>Rarity was a pony after Anonymouse's own heart, she despised winter and the cold. As such, she was usually in to much of a hurry to say more than a hurried hello in this weather.
>”Hello, Anonymouse.”
>”Hello, Rarity.” Anonymouse did her best to hold her ground. Trying to run would only show guilt.
>She narrowed her eyes. “That is an awfully big bag of treats you have there.”
>Of course, Rarity knew. Now there was no reason to worry about showing guilt, of course.
>Anonymouse broke and ran.
>If there was one thing she had confidence in, it was her ability to give somepony the slip.
>Of course, she found, that Rarity wasn't chasing after a while.
>She slowed down and sighed. Thankfully, no pony really wanted to be out in this cold, and no pony wanted to cough up a lung from having to sprint in it either.
>All of a sudden, a wave of magic washed over her.
>Her body levitated in the air, and suddenly she felt a clarity of purpose as she looked back to her blank flank to see a black ski mask there.
>She felt ill. Was this what she would be doing for the rest of her life?
>Anonymouse finally made it back to her shack and smiled. It was small, but it was warm and it was home. Easing herself inside and putting the hook in its eye with her magic, she finally set the bag down. About a day's worth of food, more or less. She even got her cutie mark, even if it wasn't the happiest cutie mark to get.
>She could finally-
> “Hiya, Nonny!” shrieked her pile of blankets.
> “Oh buck me.”

>>30674693

>”Hi, Pinkie Pie,” she said with so little amusement. She should have known. Pinkie Pie wasn't there, which meant she was lurking around a corner.
>”Whatcha doing?”
>”Taking home the treats I bought from Sugarcube Corner.” Anonymouse lied, laying herself down on the cushion that was her one other piece of furniture.
>”Oh, nice! Can I have one?”
> “N-” She clacked her teeth together fast before she could spit that out. “Sure!”
> Maybe if Pinkie Pie got a treat, she'd leave. So she opened the bag and suddenly Pinkie Pie's face was in there.
> “Oooh, you stole a lot,” she said nonchalantly as she plucked out a cookie.
> Anonymouse went still for a moment. Was she so utterly transparent?
> “I saw you run from Rarity, silly...and you got your cutie mark, too. Congratulations, by the way!” She threw the cookie into the air and swallowed it with one chomp of her maw.
> “Yeah...hey, Pinkie Pie?”
> “I'm sorry, but I kind of want to be alone right now.”
> “Okay, Nonny. Don't worry, we'll have a nice party about this when the weather gets better.”
>Pinkie Pie bounced out of her home, and Anonymouse made sure she was locked up tight before she crawled under the blankets and fought the tears.
>She was going to have to steal for the rest of her life?

>>30674646
A lot of people seem to be into Cuddly Doom.

>>30674646
Behind the Wire by WallMixer
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10554418/chapters/23313370

Five Score by twisted spectrum
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/130808/five-score-divided-by-four-matureversion

Radiance by Zero & Infinity
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/364668/radiance

Zephyr by Zephyr
https://pastebin.com/QGpDL2Jz

Anonymous Bosch by Pony Samsa
https://pastebin.com/hUM8qKYK

Our Town by Ranger
https://pastebin.com/AQbzcGn0

and CuddlyDoom By Jeff
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0By-iGM4MXF8lSS1HcUM5OVFZMU0/edit

nyx

>>30674788
no

>>30674695
Poor Anon. I'd be interested in learning more about her backstory.
Pinkie's too astute a pony to deceive that easily.

>>30674798
nyx!

>>30674833
no!

>>30674217
And added to the google doc!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kj56IEmCeHczi8lB1LWsuWlbvkWl3C_kIadH08TS1tE/edit?pli=1

>>30674838
NYX!

>>30674856
NO!

>>30674646
Have you read Five Score?
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/130808/five-score-divided-by-four-matureversion

Cuddly Doom is also good and still updating twice a week (link in the OP) and most of this list could work in fact >>30674786

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>>30674788
>>30674833
>>30674856
you are terrible, terrible cancer and a plague for this board

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>>30674666
Seems like a win to me.

>>30674809

I admit I didn't put near enough thought into it. I was just taken by the idea because today was a nice and lazy day for writing.

”I’d love to have dinner with you tonight, but I have an appointment.”
>Your boyfriend makes a noise of discontent.
“Look, you knew what I did for a living when we got together, you’re just going to have to get over it.”
>”Yeah, yeah, but would it kill you to set aside some me time?”
“Me time doesn’t pay for this condo Jerry.”
>”Fine, whatever, have fun.”
>He hangs up on you abruptly.
>Rolling your eyes, you hang up the phone, setting it aside with your magic.
>Sitting back, you pour yourself a glass of red wine.
>Living without hands is surprisingly easy when you have telekinesis.
>Ever since you’ve become a horse, you realized a lot of people want to fuck a small pastel horse.
>So you became a pony prostitute.
>At first you were fucking neckbeards from 4chan, but they were small time jobs.
>You’ve always been ambitious after all.
>That’s why the moment you had enough cash, you decided to pack up and move somewhere else.
>At first you considered New York or LA, but you had a much better idea.
>Politicians are always seemingly getting caught in kinky scenarios, or at least having their sexual proclivity leaked.
>Surely some will pay top dollar to fuck a little horse!
>So you moved to DC
>Clients are always very eager to meet you.
>It’s not surprising, you are a pony after all.
>Still, it can be grating to play to their wants.
>If it didn’t pay so well, you doubt you put up with it.
>You like sex, but usually with partners who are a tad bit more competent in bed.
>It’s shocking how so many politicians are completely inept in bed.
>They fuck the country hard, but are like fucking babies with an actual partner.
>Old, musky babies.
>You groan upon seeing a text from your client.
>”I’m outside. Ready for your pleasure Cruz?”
>Gagging, you reply.
“Sure, I’m up for a Ted Talk.”
>”Oh Kiss and Tell, you’re so perfect!”
>It’s for the money, it’s all for the money.

>>30675522
Because when I'm bored, shit like this happens. I could be productive. I made a similar shitpost on the Discord a while back, thought I'd adapt it for the thread. Because why the fuck not?

>>30674861
nyx

>>30675522
Smart move to ingratiate yourself with the politicians.Turn them into champions for pony rights.

>Anon hates Nyx
>Like, way too much, to an unhealthy degree
>The cosmic force that controls the multiverse (probably Twilight) decides to teach him a lesson or whatever by turning him into Nyx and forcing him to live out Past Sins
>Anon is overjoyed
>Now he can destroy that autistic piece of shit fanfiction from the inside!
>Anon proceeds to derail the story in various shocking and humorous ways as Twilight has to struggle to somehow make it work and bring the story to its intended conclusion

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No SpaceWolfe today?

>>30674786
>Anonymous Bosch by Pony Samsa
this is a great story, is it still going?

>>30675925
It's complete. Here's the second half of the story: https://pastebin.com/LkW3Kkc5

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Vinyl Scratch TF/TG- SFW version.

Variants underneath:
http://i.imgur.com/nZKVdWk.png - half TG'd
http://i.imgur.com/vkzTvoA.png - half TG'd w/ cum
http://i.imgur.com/DtEjELX.png - full mare
http://i.imgur.com/oYdv5iI.png - full mare, wet

>>30675967
Full mare is the way to go.
I wonder if there are any other ponies on the playlist.

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>>30675506
It's always a good time for writing

>>30676242

Hell yeah. Just like it's gonna be a great time for researching and writing my book this coming Monday.

>>30675959
That's a good green!

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>>30665500
holy shit you used my edit

>>30676577
Glad you enjoyed it, Anon.

>>30676638
I did. Thanks for making it.

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>>30676316
I hope this book is about becoming a pony.

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You can't turn me into a pony...
BECAUSE I ALREADY TURNED MYSELF INTO A PICKLE
PICKLE RIIIICK

>>30677965
I hate this "meme"

>>30675655
But it won't do shit. Congress is full of old men who solicit guys and trannies for sex in their off time, then fight against their rights on the job to keep their constituents in the dark as to their proclivities.
If fucking a pony was taboo, you bet your ass that by night your average Ted Cruz type would be paying a mare for sex and by day would be decrying such interspecies relations and pushing legislation to limit pony rights. It's the only way our closeted congressmen know how to act.

>>30678538
If you're an earth pony, you can hide a camera in hammerspace

instant blackmail

nyx

>>30678548
I like the way you think.

>>30678538
Just don't allow any TF of Ted Cruz

none of us want to see tabloids on the Poniac Killer

>>30655688
I'm impressed that Snowfall managed to resist as much as she did.
Part of me wanted to see James feeding her sugar cubes in the traditional way followed by some mare-on-mare cuddling.

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>>30678332
ANON I TURNED MYSELF INTO A PICKLE
PICKLE CADAAAANCE

>>30665571
I'd love to see an outbreak of this. Hopefully it's just temporary.

>>30677928

Nope!

It's about magic in 1830's America.

>>30679664
Why would Big Mac want to create a copy of himself?

>>30679732

He'll need help around Sweet Apple Acres when Applebloom and Applejack start satellite farms elsewhere

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>>30679664
BIG MAC I'M TURNING INTO A PICKLE
PICKLE PONY RIIIICK

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>>30679588
There had better be some horse magic in it.

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>>30675967
Octavia TF/TG followup. SFW post, with marebit versions in imgur:
http://i.imgur.com/DL9BzmW.png
http://i.imgur.com/iBf5vla.png

>>30680023
Neat. Wouldn't it be great to become the little lesbian mare.

>>30676577
You might be interested in this story by the same author, https://pastebin.com/eyu3TuJD

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>>30680023
I TURNED MYSELF INTO A HORSEPUSSY MORTY!
BOOM! BIG REVEAL I'M A HORSEPUSSY WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT?!
HORSEPUSSY RIIIICK!!!

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>>30665500
Her freaking camel toe is so lit HNnnnNNg

>>30680495
Best part of being the little filly.

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>>30655688
>Tune in next week for the exciting continuation of Cuddly Doom, updating on the evening of Monday August 7th!
Awe yea, update day!

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CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30655688) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/heBdiwMw
The story’s full chapter directory can be found here (the derpy.me link is down): https://drive.google.com/file/d/0By-iGM4MXF8lSS1HcUM5OVFZMU0

>Once the machine shop’s door had silenced its own teetering creak and shut behind me, I sighed and gently trailed my fingers along the crease where the metal barrier met its frame
>A lingering temptress was still whispering to me from my tugged heartstrings, encouraging me to open the door and go back to Snowfall for just a few more minutes… just a few more…
>It was alluring, but I shook my head in an attempt to chase away the thoughts, levelling my gaze down the dim hallway as I refocused on the mission with which I’d tasked myself
>Staring into the gloom, my eyes followed a few lost rays of daylight that wandered through a window to illuminate the row of doors, any of which could be withholding food
>Which ones, though?
>My wariness of unseen ponies nestled among the shadows drove up my heartbeat a bit, but I tried to ignore the concern as my sweaty palm wrapped around the first doorknob
>Jiggling the cold metal, it persevered in firmly resisting my grasp, prompting me to let out an annoyed sigh and ultimately accept that it was locked
>Well, I’d found only two unlocked doors on one side of the corridor, but that had been enough for a place to sleep and a bit of food and supplies…
>One locked door among many wasn’t the end of the world, especially when I still had this OTHER side of this hallway to explore, and countless similar halls within the building
>After shaking out my arms in preparation for the semi-arduous task ahead, I rubbed my hand against my shirt and planted my feet at the entrance to door two

>>30681950
>To my surprise, the knob rolled open with a faint click, and much like its caddy-corner complement across the hall where I’d slept, the yawning door revealed a small office as it opened
>Meager light from the hallway spilled into the modestly furnished room, and I was forced to keep the door open as I rounded the office’s desk, one hand now hovering over my knife
>Fortunately, no ponies lay in ambush amid the darkness – but unfortunately, my dismay grew with each passing second as the office failed to offer anything justifying my foray
“Come on, give me something here…”
>In the span of a couple short minutes, the room descended into calamity, and as the last haphazardly retrieved book subsided in a pile beneath an empty drawer, I wiped my brow
>While leaning against the desk and surveying the irreconcilable mess that hadn’t yielded a single morsel of food, I let out a long, ragged sigh of defeat
>I silently prayed the other offices around here would be different, but as I proceeded down the hallway, my hope gradually turned to despair
>Four of the doors amongst the row had been open – a veritable disaster in terms of security – but it had all been for naught, as each proffered very little of value
>Scattered among the piles of now-worthless research and data, the few packets of sugar and peanuts I found made for a paltry meal, and actually educed a feeling of insult in my gut
>Well, maybe not insult so much as piercing, agonizing hunger, but each hurt in its own right, and the latter was compounded by how I knew my best friend was suffering through the same
>Shutting the final office door in my wake, I walked into the spacious stairwell at the corridor’s end, its regal marble steps guarding the pair of hallways converging at its base

>>30681954
>While I could’ve spent hours rooting through the five labyrinthine hallways on this single floor of the engineering building, curiosity drove me skyward as I stared up the steps
>Amid the distinct lack of hooves echoing from above, my shoes gently thudded against the marble while I set a course for the upper hallways that lines the building’s eastern façade
>Even if I couldn’t find any substantial food by the time I reached the top floor, at least it would give my an opportune vantage of the campus through the stairwell’s slim windows
>Some reconnaissance couldn’t hurt, as watching the Pegasi meticulously inspecting the university gate earlier had been… concerning…
>While I shuddered to admit the fact, it appeared as though the ponies were not only actively looking for me, but also narrowing down their search with each passing hour
>I wanted to formulate a counterplan, but with hunger clamping my stomach, my cascade of priorities seldom allowed me to think beyond basic scavenging instincts
>Far gone were the exciting apocalyptic fantasies of outsmarting the horde with cunningly placed traps… I would be ecstatic just staying human, having a full stomach, and not getting lost
>Making a mental note to keep careful track of my bearings in the academic maze, I climbed into the uncannily familiar rows of doors lining the next floor’s corridor and grasped a doorknob
>Its ceaseless resistance against turning was a harbinger of things to come, considering I progressed past nearly every other office on the floor without any unlocked door granting entry
>I was already inhaling in preparation for a definitive sigh of failure when the final doorknob rolled open with a soft grinding of metal

>>30681961
>As if to compound my surprise, the room within was far more than a simple office, and rather, some sort of storage room, its floors lined with endless racks of old electrical knickknacks
>Shutting the door behind me, the only illumination was midmorning sunlight slanting through cracks in the window blinds, the golden rays causing the metallic stockpiles to glisten
>I had only cursory experience in differentiating the varied resistors, capacitors, diodes, and fuses protruding from the abandoned boxes and breadboards, but I still found myself enamored
>My eyes slowly drifted downward along the rack’s palette, from the glistening yellows of sunlit chrome on the top shelf, to the dull grey of tarnished components, to the vivid blue of…
>A frozen chill ran up my spine as a small patch of blue fur disappeared behind the shelf a few yards away, the subtle shift accompanied by a soft click of hooves against tile
>The prospect of bolting was suddenly extremely tempting, but even with adrenaline surging through my blood, I realized that may have been the worst possible course of action
>I was in a closed room with this pony, who had no visible points of egress except for the door I was guarding, so I at least had SOME control over the situation
>Maybe the pony didn’t see me when I entered?
>The chance of that actually being the case was stupidly slim, but either way, making a run for it now would give them free reign to alert their friends…
>My steps gently carried me across the front of the room while I inspected the cramped aisles of rusted metal, my calmly spoken whisper bouncing among the shelves
“Hey there, little pony… There’s no need to be afraid… I just want to talk…”

>>30681966
>With my heart hammering, I relaxed only slightly upon recognizing a familiar pair of eyes nestled a few yards away at the far end of one aisle, their pupils darting about studiously
“Sky Meadows? Is… is that you?”
>Surveying the rest of her disquieted body, the bandages wrapped around the mare’s faintly trembling barrel provided undisputable confirmation even in the room’s dim shadows
>After a few moments of tense silence with no response beyond a few clicks of nervously shifting hooves, I leaned down and whispered to her again
“Sky Meadows? What’s wrong, dear?”
>As I moved to the mouth of the aisle, Sky Meadows pressed herself against the far wall, which caused me to realize just how badly I was upsetting her by cutting off her escape
>A pony like her had no recourse in the manners of flight or magic, so it dawned on me that her anxiously tensed muscles were justifiable given the situation
>She remained in contact with the wall but allowed her breathing to calm once I took a few steps back, taking a seat with my feet crossed and my eye level lowered to her own
“Sky… I just want to talk… Sky, please…”
>Her ears flicked with each instance of her name, but the only other visible response was a wary step toward the side of the aisle, her eyes quickly wavering between me and the shelf
>With a feeble kick from Sky Meadows’ hoof, a shiny tin box about the size of a soda can came to life and skipped down the aisle toward me, skating to a stop against my shin
>Picking up the odd gift initially divulged little of its purpose, until I noticed the pull tab adorning its top, much as one would find with canned fish or deli meats

>>30681969
>My brief analysis was interrupted by a renewed clattering as a second, similar tin asserted itself among the stocks of metal and slid forward at Sky Meadows’ impulsion
>Comparing it with its counterpart, I found the second had a brassy finish, and its pronounced teeth marks led me to realize that both containers featured such blemishes prominently
“Sky, why are-”
>“I heard your stomach growling even when you were out in the hallway. I promise you: pony flesh doesn’t taste that good anyways. You wanna call us even and go our separate ways?”
“Cut it out, okay? I’m trying to tell myself I’m not the bad guy, and you’re definitely not helping”
>“Then who IS the bad guy, James? I’m trying to sit here calmly and have a nice conversation with you, but I’m kind of terrified to do so after all I’ve heard about you”
“Well, you seem pretty calm…”
>“How am I supposed to be?! Daisy told me all about how you lied to her over and over again, and nearly gave Typhoon Twist and Cobalt a heart attack – by feigning one of the very same!”
>I passively dropped the tins of food to the ground with a thunderous crash, freeing up my hands to spiritedly enunciate my body language
“You don’t understand! I… I wanted to help, honest… It’s not like I had any choice in the matter; I wasn’t going to become a pony and end up dooming Alexan…”
>My voice trailed off and I faltered halfway through clenching a fist, my gaze wandering away from Sky Meadows amid a long inhale
>I didn’t know whether my bitter response was directed at the ponies for forcing my hand, or myself for abandoning Alexander, or the mare before me for trying to convert my friend
>Maybe it was a convoluted combination of the three, or something different entirely, but least of all, I couldn’t bring myself to fault my friend who said he ‘slipped up’ in earning pony ears

>>30681976
>“You cared about him… You cared about him as much as you cared about yourself…”
>I labored swiftly to untie the knot in my throat before coughing the first words of my response
“He… H-He was my best friend… I thought you and the ponies valued friendship… I thought… I thought, seeing how close you and Storm Cloud were, that you’d understand…”
>“James, I never intended for this to happ-”
“Save it for your fucking diary, Sky; you knew exactly what you were doing!”
>“Blooming apples… I thought I was helping him and I would’ve been more than happy to help you! You treated me wonderfully; why would I want to do anything to hurt you?!”
“Last I checked, infecting people with a species-changing contagion wasn’t the best way to show your gratitude!”
>“Your friend could hardly see straight with that hangover of his! And besides, he started the transformation! I thought when he brushed up against me with exposed skin, he was cuddling!”
>I released a long exhale through my nose, allowing my eyes to wander among the rows of electric components for some time before reestablishing eye contact
“Damn it, Sky… That really doesn’t make me feel any better… Couldn’t you tell he probably did it on accident?”
>“It’s not like there was anything I could’ve done to reverse it at that point… And it would’ve been no problem at all to befriend you as well… It… It still wouldn’t be a problem to do so now…”
>I ran a glove through my hair and let out a long sigh, its pitch falling as my annoyance rose

>>30681983
“I get that it’s ‘pony instincts’ or some bullshit driving you in that direction, but you’re still selling something I ain’t buying…”
>“Please, just hear me out…”
“You really don’t understand that I’m perfectly content remaining a human, as if everything I’ve already told you wasn’t enough”
>“Sweet mercy, James, nopony is going to be giving you that choice! Nopony… nopony except me…”
>As her voice lulled to somber serenity, I felt a shiver race through my body
>“James… I’m… I’m scared for you… I’m so scared…”
>Her lips parted slightly for a few wordless seconds, a telltale sign of the she was circling around the kind of questions that kept her awake at night
>“You’ve become a lightning rod for everypony in town, especially after you kind of confirmed what they thought about humanity being nothing more than depraved remnants of their past…”
“Didn’t you tell them about how I was treating your injuries? And surely they remember all the GOOD that humanity has done?”
>“I tried, but since joining the herd, none of us recall the full extent of human evil, and we jump to thinking the worst… Sure, you helped me, but only because another human sliced up my gut…”
>I always knew that certain ponies had specific individual reasons for assimilating me into the herd, but this revelation that the collective tide of opinion flowed as such was newly disquieting
>No wonder the single Pegasus sentry I’d seen yesterday had swelled to a flock of five upon a single rooftop, and in the span of only a few short hours…

>>30681984
>Trying to distract myself from the situation’s gravity, I rolled up the sleeves on my hoodie and pried open one of the food tins, exposing a deliciously glistening slab of salted meat
>My stomach languidly roared as I expeditiously inspected this heavenly instance of the age-old distraction that food afforded
>Throwing my head back and swallowing a piece of the container’s contents with minimal chewing, I fought to sway the solemnity written in Sky Meadows’ expression
“So what you’re telling me is, I’m the bad guy – I’m the nail that needs to be hammered down with brute force”
>“But you’re not, James… Not to me… I’ve seen the real you, and I don’t want you to… get hurt… Not any worse than you already are…”
>My lips drew back and I slowly let my hoodie sleeves drape back down to my wrists, submerging the crimson bandage wrapped around my forearm in grey fabric once again
>“If we were to snuggle, you know that would be healed immediately, right?”
“I’ll survive…”

>>30681988
>“James, one way or another, you’re going to be befriended within the wrought iron cage of this campus fence – it’d take a miracle or the might of a seven nation army to sidestep that fate”
>“I’m offering you the chance to do so in the loving hooves of somepony who sees the good in you and wants to help you across the threshold because she feels the need to return a favor”
>“When Storm Cloud and Daisy befriended me, they were smiling through it all… the only bad part was that Storm Cloud’s excitement led her to ruin a perfectly good shirt and pair of shorts”
>“It was about making friends to play with… Back then, it didn’t carry the weight of protecting our herd the way it does now…”
>“It feels like that was so much more than two days ago… All too quickly we had to put on masks and build the dams we prayed would hold back our imagined torrents of blood”
>“I’ve set my mask aside for you, but I don’t know what lengths these other ponies are willing to go to in order to befriend you before they’d be willing to take off theirs…”
>“I can’t… won’t… force you to do so, but I’m asking you to peacefully throw away your clothes, join us, and let us go back to what life as a pony is supposed to be, sooner rather than later”
>“It’d be a wonderful thing for us to snuggle, James… All we ever wanted to do was play…”
>Sky Meadows fell silent, and the whole room followed suit for what was likely a full minute, with nothing except my own beating heart providing any audible rhythm in the timeless serenity

>>30681993
>I mean, I couldn’t be faulted for wanting to stay human, especially when things in my life had actually been going quite smoothly up until Friday evening… right?
>Decent grades, good health, I paid my taxes and tuition, and to cap it all off, my history with Carmine Ambulance meant I was a great EMT, with no indications that any of that would cease
>I would’ve been just fine if not for the ponies, and their intrusion into my life was a perfectly valid thing to resist!
>And it was ridiculous to think that every reshaped man, woman, and child in this town now bearing four hooves would’ve desired that fate to begin with
>They’d forsaken their own lives of waking up for school and work every morning, and to what end, exactly? Friendship, or some swill like that?
>I was vindicated in raging against the herd until my final human breath, considering it was simply a pyramid scheme of fuzzy hooves, and to become embroiled in it was a grievous tragedy!
>Just… don’t pay too much heed to the fact that the ponies are so… friendly and jovial once it’s done…
“Sky Meadows, tell me, what are…”
>My voice started cutting through the stillness like a hot knife through butter, but rapidly cooled and subsided to nothing as I realized this wasn’t a question for me to debate with her
>She had asserted it best when she’d pointed out that it was a decision only I could make
>I didn’t meet Sky Meadows’ eye contact even though I could tell she was looking intently at me, instead opting to bow my head and contemplatively rub my palms together
“I’m sorry, Sky… I wish the best to your herd and every one of the ponies in it, but I’m just… not ready yet… I’m not ready to give up my humanity and join you… I’m sorry…”

>>30681998
>It took me a few moments to notice that she was sedately nodding, staring at the floor intently as though it were a window to the alternate universe in which I’d agreed to join her
>“There’s no need to apologize, James… I just hope that whoever does befriend you isn’t too harsh… You’re not a bad person… You’re… You’re peachy keen…”
“I… I needed to hear that… Thanks…”
>After shooting her a weak smile, I was interrupted by my stomach’s continued protests, as the single piece of salted meat had discernably not been enough to fully sate my hunger
>Once I’d downed the rest of the first tin’s contents, I pried at the tab of the second unlabeled container, its weak lid shearing unevenly around the deep teeth marks dotting its surface
>Sky Meadows’ prior interest in the secretive tin was apparent as light started streaming into the colorful interior, its gloom now giving way to a generous helping of green beans
>Faint guilt tugged at my heart, as the boxy figure of the tin had falsely led me to believe I’d encounter some nourishment that would’ve been inedible to her anyways, likely meat or fish
“Woops, well, how about we split these green beans fifty-fifty, seeing as you found them, but I was the one who got the tin open”
>I held out the opened tin and began to tip it to its side, but Sky Meadows shook her head, curtly chuckling before my wrist had made it beyond dripping a bit of juice onto my finger
>“I’M not hungry, but I can tell that the meat wasn’t enough to fill your stomach by itself. It’s all yours”
“Are… do you mean it?”
>My stomach softly grumbled as if to question why I was doubting her, causing me to faintly blush

>>30682001
>“James, of course I do. The ponies are having no trouble at all finding food – I don’t say that as, like, a temptation for you to join us; I’m just saying, we’re good on food”
>The ponies, maybe, but my mind drifted back to the famished friend awaiting my return in the machine shop as I folded the tin’s lid neatly back in place and clutched it at my side
>Snowfall may not have been fully equine yet, but if her altered taste buds had been any indication, the infection had probably already done a number on her inclination toward meat
>These green beans, on the other hand, would hit the spot
“Thanks, Sky, I’m going to save these for later and eat them then”
Sky Meadows paused, cocking her head to the side inquisitively before issuing a response
>“You know, I was wondering whether you’d found Snowfall – whenever we were talking, she made it sound as though you two are a very happy pair”
>Fuck.
>Don’t tell her anything just in case she intends to finish what she started…
“I thought… I thought she was with you… Well, anyways, yeah, thanks for the green beans…”
>She let out a pleasant giggle at my humiliatingly unconvincing lie
>“Oh James, I know you wouldn’t want to be carrying around that tin unless you were bringing it to her”
“Maybe I’m just not hungry enough to justify eating them right now – I’m saving them for later; why would you believe that’s so crazy?”
>With a heartfelt grin, Sky Meadows fluttered her lashes and spoke with a warm sweetness that would’ve given Christmastime dessert a run for its money
>“I think it’s really delightful that you’d be willing to remain a bit hungry just so she can have something to eat… No wonder she ran after you… You two belong together…”
>I stared at my feet for a few moments and inattentively drummed my fingers on the side of the tin of green beans

>>30682005
“Sky, you didn’t finish befriending her like I’d thought you would…”
>“If the notion bears any weight, you and she can befriend each other… I offered myself because I hadn’t known whether you’d found her and thought it too sensitive to bring up”
>As much as I still wanted to implement every reasonable option to stay human, the idea that had been proposed by Sky Meadows was alluring, if ponification were truly inevitable
“Maybe…”
>“And after taking the plunge, you could celebrate with me; I live…”
>Sky Meadows stopped and drew her lips back, suddenly skeptical about whether she wanted to divulge the place where she slept, reclined, and was generally her most vulnerable
>“You can find me in the dean’s office on the top floor of the sciences building most of the time. Apples taste amazing as a pony and we have a whole crateful there”
“You better hope I don’t end up as a Pegasus because you’re going to make me too fat to fly with all this food!”
>“Ah, well, what’re friends for, right?”
>We were both smiling and chuckling, but I still found myself wiping away an appreciative tear with the sleeve of my hoodie, in light of her marvelous generosity
“Sky, I’m in your debt; I mean it. I would give you a big ol’ hug if it didn’t… you know…”
>I reached into my pocket and pulled out a couple of sugar cubes, rolling them in my hand as Sky Meadows watched from her vantage a few yards away at the aisle’s end
“This is the very least I could do… Snowfall tells me these taste really good to ponies, though I can’t speak from experience…”
>“Holy cow, you have no idea! They’re amazing!”
“Someday I’ll know… Just as a show of good faith…”

>>30682009
>I reached across my body with my free hand and grasped the pocketknife clipped at my side, prompting Sky Meadows to shift back ever so slightly, the mare acting mostly on instinct
>With a fluid flick of the wrist, the folded knife arced through the air across the front of the room, crashing into the tile and loudly clattering to a stop amid the shadows of a back corner
>However, almost immediately after it’d vanished between a pair of dusty computer monitors, a different, rhythmic clattering rose up in the other direction from where I’d been looking
>Turning my head to investigate, all I saw was the slender beam of light from the ajar door and a purple blur before something violently crashed into my stomach, knocking me to my side
>Finding my lungs abruptly voided of air, the only sound I could make were a few seconds of labored gasping while a pair of animated female voices spoke up
>“Good work on getting him to throw away his knife – you could be, like, a police negotiator!”
>“Storm Cloud, what the hay are you doing?! Leave him alone!”
>“Relax, he won’t be hurt when this is all done”
>“I’m serious, stop, stop!”
>As I sluggishly reacquired my bearings, my head rolled from its slack position staring at the wall, eventually bringing into focus the muzzle of a familiar purple Pegasus
>Not only had she and I already been acquainted, but as I made a half-heartened effort to move my hands, I recalled that this wasn’t the first time I’d found myself pinned by her either
>“At least you’ve learned by now that you’re not escaping from me… No point in moving your hands… There, there, that’s a good boy…”

>>30682013
>Storm Cloud slyly smiled, the glistening of her pale teeth standing out starkly against the dull backdrop of the grey speckled ceiling overhead
>Sky Meadows cautiously approached her aggressively breathing friend, gently setting a hoof against her side as the warm scent of the Pegasus’ last meal wafted down onto her prey’s face
>“Storm Cloud… Please… Get off him…”
>“No worries, Sky – I’m just messing around a bit”
>“You don’t have to do this, why is it that whenever you meet a new human you have to do this? Every story you’ve told me it’s always like this”
>“Oh, come on, Sky, it gets boring after nineteen of them! Way back when, making friends with you was at least fun…”
>“You’ve been keeping track? Nineteen?”
>“Well, sure, I’m trying to close in on Clementine Breeze because she says she’s got twenty-two, so I’m practically there at this point!”
>“You’re unbelievable! These aren’t toys for you to play around with – he’s a person with a heart, mind, and soul! He’s just as special as you and me and we need to look out for him!”
>“And soon he’ll be a pony, and he won’t have to worry about any of what I’ll have done to him. Plus, don’t worry, I know he’s special… I know aaaall about the things he’s done…”
>As Storm Cloud spoke with ominous confidence, she shifted her weight forward, driving her hooves into my gloves with more and more force until she elicited a weak yelp of agony
>The cry that resonated through the room was much like that of a dog biting on a chew toy, and to say that she paralleled the dog in the metaphor… wouldn’t have been inaccurate
>“You’re hurting him! Stop, stop! Just because he’s going to be healed and ultimately forget about this doesn’t make it okay!”

>>30682016
>With an annoyed groan, Storm Cloud shifted some of her weight back onto her hind hooves, relieving the worst of her draconian torment
>“Alright, alright, here, I’ll get it over with. I’ve been wanting to try this: you get a drop of spit and let it drip down toward ‘em, and it’s fun because you get to watch ‘em squirm for a sec”
>My eyes went wide and my legs weakly kicked at nothing in particular, but I knew the strength stored in Storm Cloud’s equine muscles was too much of an opponent
>I silenced my breathing upon realizing that each of my short, desperate breaths was accompanied by a pitiful whine, which for all I knew was half the fun for Storm Cloud
>“Come on, that’s nasty… Spit? Really? Why would you ever come up with that?”
>“What? You can do a lot with it. You can, like, swing it back and forth like a pendulum, and then when it hits them and rolls down the cheek, you get to see what color of fur they-”
>“Storm Cloud! I say this as your friend: please get your hooves off of James. I promise he’s not going to run or fight. Promise”
>The purple Pegasus shut her mouth, briskly waffling her gaze between her friend and the origin of her disdain underhoof
>Eventually she leaned close to me, keeping her mane a few inches away as she met my terrified expression with narrowed eyes
>“I don’t know how you convinced her to help you, but you get out this time…”
>After a moment’s pause, the weight lifted from my hands, and as the purple titan above me shifted to the side of the room, I groaned and began rubbing my aching hands
>Sky Meadow’s calculated hoofsteps brought her to her friend, a stern expression written in the blue pony’s face as her friend’s wings flared out slightly

>>30682019
>“James didn’t ‘convince’ me of anything – he was about to put in the stitches on my injury before you came barging in here with all the feather-fluttering manners of a schoolfilly!”
>I couldn’t recall ever seeing Sky Meadows so angry, and moreover, I couldn’t tell to what degree she was acting for my sake as Storm Cloud backed up and flattened her ears
>“I didn’t… I didn’t mean…”
>“Yeah, you better not have! Just hope that James’ hands are still okay to do this. James, you’re okay, right? Your gloves aren’t torn or anything?”
>Without verbalizing my response, I gave a nearly imperceptible nod of affirmation, which Sky Meadows returned in kind with considerably more conviction
>“Then let’s get this over an done with”
>Sky Meadows shooed Storm Cloud to the far side of the room near the door, the Pegasus’ wings pressed against her barrel and her tail tucked culpably between her legs
>I rose to my knees and unzipped my EMT pouch to fish around for the supplies I would need, taking my time as I noticed that I was still in a daze from Storm Cloud’s harsh treatment
“Sky, is it okay if I pick you up? Like, lift you? Just to verify that my math is right when it comes to the anesthetic dosages?”
>“Yeah; do what you need to do, James”
>Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised by how cooperative Sky Meadows was through the whole procedure… Years of treating a lot of drunks and combative humans had left me jaded
>Still, as I planted my feet and briefly lifted her about her barrel, I was struck by how calm and trusting she felt, with not a single unrelaxed muscle to be found while in my grip

>>30682024
>The pattern of good faith continued as I changed gloves, removed her bandages, administered the local anesthetic, numbed the region surrounding her lacerations, and made the first stitch
>Doing my best to ignore the curious and exceedingly concerned pony watching from a few feet away, I gradually worked to banish the band of crimson to its rightful place below her fur
>A few leery minutes later, Sky Meadows’ wounds had been effectively closed, and the last of the alcohol from a barely mired cleaning wipe had already predominantly evaporated
>With a sigh of relief from every mouth in the room, the procedure had been a smashing success, and was complete save for the healing process that lay ahead
>Where red lines had once snaked across Aky Meadows’ stomach, a fresh bandage was now burying clean blue fur with a few faint zigs and zags where the sutures resided
>I could only wonder whether I’d still have my hands when it came time to remove them in a week or two…
>“I can stand up, right, James?”
“Yes you can, Sky. Walk about all you want; you did great”
>After quickly swapping my gloves again and zipping up my pouch, I plunged a hand into my pocket and returned with a sugar cube, gently holding it in front of her eagerly glistening eyes
>Sky Meadows stuck her tongue out and tamely brushed against the sweet morsel before tenderly gripping it between her teeth and shutting her mouth around it
>With a cheery smile, she let out a murmur of pleasure, her jaw perceptibly shifting while her tongue played with the tasty treat
“Storm Cloud, would you like one too?”
>The Pegasus responded with a distant gaze that definitely wasn’t focused on me, and the more I studied her, the less she seemed to center on Sky Meadows either

>>30682030
>“I’m good. Sky, we done here with what he needs to do?”
>Sky Meadows, still basking in the bliss of the sugar cube’s taste, trotted to her friend with a lingering smile
>“You heard him – it went great! He’s an excellent surgeon and a good guy, from head to foot!”
>The Pegasus dropped her head, agitatedly rolling it back a moment later to look at her friend as her mane draped into position
>“Okay, cool, so we don’t need him for anything else?”
>“I mean… I… I guess not?”
>“Awesome, so am I befriending him, or do you want to?”
>Sky Meadows didn’t break eye contact with her friend as she let out a long, audibly irked exhale through her muzzle
>“Storm Cloud… What’s the rush? We can wait, like… a day or two? You’ve seen the kind of guy he is… He’s clearly not going to hurt anypony…”
>Storm Cloud reached out with a hind leg and nudged the room’s door shut, its knob sliding into place with a faint click
>“We’re doing this now. So do you wanna do this or am I? I certainly wouldn’t mind closing the margin between Clementine Breeze and myself…”
>Sky Meadows swallowed the sugar cube and sighed, briefly hanging her head before chewing on her lip and reestablishing eye contact with the impatiently waiting Pegasus
>“Storm, you and I are the best of friends, and you’re generally pretty forgiving, right?”
>“Yeah, why do you ask?”
>“What if I were to tell you that it’d be better to let James leave this room, fully human? Like, as if… maybe we misjudged him?”
>“I’d forgive you for doing whatever crazy drugs you’re on… Why, is that… is that what you’re about to say?”
>“No… No it’s not… But… in that case, as your friend, please forgive me for this…”

>>30682032
>Sky Meadows stepped close to her friend, wrapping her hooves around the other pony’s barrel between her wings and neck
>“Sky, I don’t understand… what…”
>Storm Cloud was cut off as her co-cuddler’s hug tightened, not with any visible intent to hurt her, but with a grip composed of tensed muscles that shown no intention of release
>“Sky, that’s a little tight!”
>With a shuddering crash that sent a couple small boxes of electrical components tumbling to the floor, Sky Meadows’ legs buckled, bringing the pair of ponies down in a heap
>By now, Storm Cloud was flailing her limbs in an attempt to break free of the embrace, her wings smacking and twitching in every direction amid a fruitless contribution to the effort
>“Sky, let go of me! Knock it off!”
>The Pegasus bucked against a shelf, sending a horrifically loud crash of metal echoing through the room, but doing nothing successful to escape Sky Meadows’ grasp
>As the two shifted on the floor, Sky Meadows’ eyes turned enough to steal a glance at me, her stoic expression saying a single word that her gritted teeth wouldn’t
>Run.

As is standard, Cuddly Doom will continue its Monday/Thursday schedule with its next update on the evening of Thursday August 10th.
I hope you all have a splendid week, little ponies!

>>30682036
>tfw you're 100% right about it not being an innate compulsion to transform people.
Fuck yes, further solidifies my opinion on throeing myself to the herd.
Storm cloud is a massive dick though, would not cuddle/10.

>>30682036
James got turned on like we expected

Man these ponies can be dicks

>>30682036
>tfw some monkey medic is less of a cunt than your best friend
tough break.
I'd call Storm Cloud top cunt if it weren't for her alluding that Clementine is somehow even worse.

Daily reminder all little ponies should be completely willing transformees

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>>30682561
Big improvement

>>30682036
By the time james becomes a pony, we'll probably have colonized Mars.

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>>30680441
The idea is to have the horse pussy, not be the horse pussy.

>>30683653
and found the portal to equestria that's there
or ripped and torn our way out of hell

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>>30683786
I think that was the plot of Doom

>>30684043
It's a 50/50 chance and the more dangerous things are on the moons

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every fucking day

>>30684100
I'd be angry too if I became a green and black filly.

>>30665665
Nice. I hope Pink doesn't get too depressed. She's gonna have a great special talent, tickling ponies with feathers.

>>30683621
They should be. Because who wouldn't want to be the little pony?

>>30679744
I don't think AJ would ever leave her farm. Appleboom on the other hand will be out of there at the earliest opportunity.
Big Mac would do better making the guy into the tough hard-working mare.

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>>30684099
Just like Equestria

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>>30668705

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>You become a pony

>But you still feel dead inside

Would it be worth it?

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>>30680495
Makes me think, what we need is some Anonmare forced into a sexy magician's costume by Trixie and made to act as her assistant on stage. Presumably Anon agreed to this as a condition of being turned into a pony and brought to Equestria.
Squirrelette?

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>>30685941
Ponies and humans alike should be happy.

Two new hypnosis files: one for becoming a pet pony and another for becoming Zephyr
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyKw79wxQzk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIn_5BaD6qc
Petfags enjoy

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>>30686348
I find the idea of a (transformed) pony having their freedom taken away a tad disturbing. Nevertheless I'll give this a listen out of curiosity.

You become the main character in the last MLP story you read. How fucked are you?

>>30686864
>Behind the Wire

As fucked as a Gelding being fucked by Moonglow is

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>>30686864
Does that include stories on this board?
Cause the last story I read was Cuddly Doom.

>>30686876
So what you're saying is, you're perfectly fine

>>30686876
All the better if it comes from this thread.

>>30686872
I'm so sorry.
I guess I'm okay in the company of the nun ponies.

>>30686897
Well fine is a matter of who's body I just highjacked?

Post more ideas, prompts and green, guys.

>>30686943
The original pony.

>>30687281
Have a fetishy prompt.
>A group of friends get a chance to become the little mare in Ponyville from Discord.
>What they didn't know until they took the deal is that they get to be the little mare because a group of stallions are looking for subservient wives.
>If they get bred by one of those stallions, they are forever bound to them.
>However, if they manage to stay unbred for a certain amount of time or are the last one left unbred, they get to live their life as a mare freely.

>>30687381
There's always a catch. It could be interesting to read about the group's varied reactions to discovering it. There could be one who's into it immediately, one who quickly accepts their new role as wife and mother and a couple competing too be the free mare.

>>30687381
Question.
Can i be the subserviant stallion to a qt mare?!

>>30687281
>Anon is an author
>He hasn't really hit the big times or anything, but he's put out a few positively-received books
>While trying to think up his next one, suddenly the idea to write a children's book about ponies comes to him seemingly out of nowhere
>He comes up with a protagonist, a mare named Creamy Treat who sells ice cream in a town called 'Ponyville', but gets stuck and calls it a night
>He has a rather vivid dream about Creamy Treat and uses it as inspiration to write the next morning
>This continues on for a short while before he starts to notice that he's been losing track of time lately
>And the dreams are becoming much more vivid
>Sometimes he gets confused about whether he's Creamy or Anon
>The dreams start getting lewder and lewder to the point that his manuscript becomes hardcore fetish porn as he writes
>Sometimes he's woken up by phonecalls from family and friends who haven't seen him in days, and he's beginning to see his pony counterpart in the edges of his vision
>He gets sick of it and trashes what he's already written and tries to just forget about it
>When he falls asleep, he's dismayed to discover that he's still there little mare in his dreams
>And even more so when he learns that his new masters won't let him wake up

>>30687444
There's also the question of how they discover it. Is it told to them once they arrive, or do they slowly figure it out after some of them are picked off by stallions.

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>>30687281
Kimmy releases his new weapons on the dastardly capitalist: Pretty Pony Potions

>>30687479
So, CV's last story, except it derails into smut?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jC5PSfRcvx8

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Is losing your mind worth it to become a pony?

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I want to be ridden

>>30688227
A rose by any other name anon. Having your mind altered like that would be your death all the same, even if your body lives on. Shit like cuddly doom is one of my worst fears because of this.

>>30688227
Absolutely not. A minimal amount of mental change might be acceptable, a few horse instincts and the ability to use your new body properly but no more than that.

>>30687281
What if all those Pinkie Pie clones were inhabited by the souls of Anons who wished the be the little pony? (they weren't killed or anything too dark, just sent back where they came from)

>>30687768
Wet dreams matter too.

>>30688227
As long as I'm not the insane pony.

>>30689265
You could be the insane pony right now and not even realise it.

>>30668783
>relationships with cute stallions in particular grow extremely close.
>Bonbon no longer lets Lyra hang out with Anon.

>>30670560
I like the idea of having to prove your worth before graduating to full pony status.

>>30670814
Good start (again). I'll be interested to see what you do differently this time.

>>30672490
I wonder what the effects of manticore venom will be. There were other hunters right? Presumably still out there.

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>>30687372
I'm patient zero? Dude that sucks.

>>30689906
Nothing sucks about watching proudly as your herd grows from nothing to dominate the globe.

>>30687505
Right about the time when they get trotted out, lined up, and then hit on by their respective stallions.

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>>30689966
It kinda does when you wanted to be a survivor fighting off the horde. Instead it gets to be my fault that the human race goes extinct.

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>>30688227

To an extent, some sacrifice of some aspects of your mind would be necessary...but, I'm...already crazy, though.

>>30674217
Disturbing but pretty well written. Could have explored the characters reactions a bit more deeply. Pronouns were a bit mixed up at points.
What is it with your characters and getting into trouble in caves?

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>>30688227
To become a pony, not worth it. Maybe if you throw in unlimited power then you've got a deal.

>>30689211
>Anon's girlfriend gets him turned into a pony

>>30691051
Anonfilly here we're officially merging with you guys

>>30691063
Welcome to the party.

>>30691051
>a pretty trap gelding

>>30691051
>>30691063
Girlfriend decides she'd prefer Anon as a cute filly. Sounds okay.

>>30690544
That would explain Twilight's opinion,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2WDUj5644E

>>30687479
But now that you've written this idea you're going to find yourself dreaming it and then living it.

>>30692060
Wait. Holy shit this thing is still going? And to be honest those pony designs are very OK

>>30692190
The comic? I have no idea.

>>30665665
No offence, but this story needs a proper title.
Would you be okay taking suggestions from the thread?

>>30670814
And let's continue this, shall we? It's a bit of a slog recapping everything, but there were changes I wanted to make so recap I must do. I'm basically to the point where Lexi got the first time, give or take some extra green I'm reworking anyways.

>You do thankfully wake up.
>When you come to, you’re sprawled out on the ground, lying on your belly.
>Almost instantly you notice the small muzzle in the bottom of your line of sight.
>Going to touch it, you find your hand has been changed into a small, tawny hoof.
“Fuck, again?”
>The soft female voice that escapes your mouth all but confirms the situation.
>You woke up as horse.
>When you went pony the first time, it was due to Twilight practicing a body double spell.
>She wanted to see if it would work on other species than ponies, and sure enough you spent the day as Twilight.
>It was weird, but not exactly unlikable.
>After that you had become a pony three other times, this being the fourth instance of ponyification.
>First time you’ve had a coat this color though, you’re usually a green color if you aren’t an existing character.
>Oh well.
>Sighing a little, you pick yourself up off the ground.
>Twilight is probably going to scold you about the dangers of exploring alone before she gives you back your body.
>Annoying but you can’t use magic so you can’t fix things yourself.
>And Twilight is by far the most easy magically skilled pony to talk to.
>Princess of Friendship and all that, you know?

>>30692527
>Looking around the cave, you make a startling discovery.
>You can’t find your bag.
>Losing your bag would not be good at all considering your belongings from Earth were in there.
>It’s definitely nowhere in the cave itself.
>Maybe it went to the same weird subspace your clothes went to?
>Those aren’t here either and usually disappear in magical transformations.
>So hope now, panic later.
>Sounds like a plan.
>Best case scenario it’ll be right back on your back once Twilight is done nagging.
>Worst case?
>...You should just go find Twilight.
>The walk from here to town is pretty quick.
>Passing by a few ponies, none seem really surprised about your appearance.
>Granted, they probably don’t recognize you.
>Makes things a little less awkward you suppose.
>Once in town you catch your reflection in a shop’s window.
>Tawny fur, a chestnut color mane, crystal blue eyes… and a horn to top it all off.
>Pretty cute.
>Curious, you peek at your flank.
>The symbol on there is a big black book, opened to some random page in the middle.
>Not normally what winds up plastered on your ass, usually you get a little question mark or something.
>After a minute of looking yourself over, you tear yourself away from the reflection.
>Cute it may be, but you need to fix this.

>>30692532
>Doesn’t take you too long to find Twilight.
>She’s milling about town, mingling with others.
“Hey, Twilight, I need your help!”
>”Oh hey there! I thought you said you were busy today.”
>You blink.
>Did you tell her that?
“Um, sure. But, uh, I need you to do me a favor.”
>”Sure, what do you need Lexi?”
“Huh?”
>Twilight frowns slightly, cocking her head.
“What did you call me?”
>”Lexi! Your… name.”
“Hey, quit messing around! We both know I’m Anon.”
>”What’s an… anon?”
>She’s got to be fucking with you, right?
>Although it’s really not in her nature to do something like that.
>Your ears droop a little as you try to think of something to say.
>”Are you feeling okay Lexi? There isn’t some weird spell on you, is there?”
“A sp-spell? Um, no…”
>”Then what’s wrong?”
“I’m uh… just tired I guess… feeling a little under the weather.”
>She thankfully seems to buy that.
>”Why don’t you head on home? I can bring you some lunch later.”
>Nodding, you turn back towards your house.
>”Lexi… your house is that way.”
>Twilight points a quaint little pony sized house a little ways off in the distance.
“R-right…”
>Blushing, you scurry past her and towards the house that is most definitely not yours.

>>30692536
>Approaching the house, you notice a little sign on the door.
>”Scribbled Lexicon’s Residence”
>Pony names have always been a little weird to you.
>Actually having one is a million times worse.
>It’s a miracle that you have a normal sounding nickname…
>You shake your head.
>You don’t /have/ a pony name.
>Twilight is just confused.
>Hell, the actual Lexi is probably sitting in this house right now.
>That however is quickly proven false.
>Looking inside, there’s not a soul in sight.
>The house looks almost nothing like yours.
>Big shelves line the small walls, each full to the brim with books.
>The actual house is rather small, a little parlor area, a kitchenette, and a door you assume leads to a bedroom.
>What is going on here?
>Never in your life have you heard of a pony named “Lexi.”
>But here’s a fully furnished house, one you’ve never seen.
>And Twilight treated you like an old friend.
>Maybe that sphere had a bit more to it than you thought.
>It’s a scary thought, but something is definitely different here.
>That’s when it occurs to you.
>Your house should still be right where it was, right?
>In an instant you bolt out of the house.
>Running at full gallop makes the trip to your house a quick one.
>But there is most definitely no house there.
>It looks exactly like it did before the house was built.
>Uncleared, untouched, not a sign of anybody ever even coming over here.

>>30692543
>You feel numb.
>A part of you wants to run off frantically and ask any and everypony if they know the real you.
>That would probably only cause more concern though.
>After all, if Twilight had no idea who you are and your house doesn’t exist…
>Clenching your eyes shut, you desperately don’t want to think about it.
>Whatever is going on, you’re going to have to fix this.
>But that is easier said than done.
>After all, asking anybody for help could lead them to thinking you’re crazy.
>That damn orb messed things up badly.
>The orb.
>If you can take Twilight to it, maybe she’ll know what’s going on!
>It’s worth a shot at the very least.
>However, as you approach the cave, you’re met by nothing but a smooth rock surface.
>It’s not surprising, but it is devastating.
>Takes a lot of effort to not break down right there.
>But you do manage to slowly trudge back to “your” home.
>You’ll think of something eventually.
>Won’t you?

And that's the little update. As always any and all feedback is more than welcome. And, I've got to ask, what would you like to see next? Another Lexi update or an update of Eris? Just wondering which one is in more demand right now because I have ideas for updates for both ready. And also, the paste bin to "Lexicon" https://pastebin.com/puFZbjM2

>>30692558
>https://pastebin.com/puFZbjM2
Added to the google doc. Remember those shorts you were writing? They deserve pastebinning too.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kj56IEmCeHczi8lB1LWsuWlbvkWl3C_kIadH08TS1tE/edit?pli=1

>>30692394
yeah, I'm not gonna even pretend I can come up with any sort of decent name for anything, so sure.

>>30692558
Nice. I'd say work on whichever you feel like, but if I had to choose I'm enjoying the thrill of this story being back too much to say no to it.