Pony Transformation General

>>30720646
First for turning into a qt pony

>>30720658
Second for more Lexi

Again

Armstrong was still working with the government secretly, and the pet pony sales were being used to fund Project Blacklight that was started by George W. Bush so he could create the immortality selector, but the lizardmen got to him first so the money is going to MKUltra now, and the Zephyr was being manipulated by some government fellow through Armstrong to eventually, in secret, broadcast her story out to some unknowing MKUltra sleeper cell by furiously tapping out code on a homebuilt radio.
The events of Zephyr's Tale are very real and it goes so much deeper than you'd think. The real manipulator is hidden in the shadows.

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>>30720746
The events of Zephyr's Tale are a precursor to the future events of Capitulation. It is a warning from 8bitberry, who is a corrupted sleeper cell left over by the now-defunct KGB group in the US.

>You can go to Equestria but you're going to reborn like your waifu's daughter

I want to be a big stallion

>>30720772
>Cold War but with Pony bombs instead of nukes
I just want Armageddon more

Hi folks. I come as a request from the hypnosis thread going on over at >>30706192

I wrote a hypnosis clopfic that also includes TF and was asked to post it here. I also finally remembered to put on my name/trip

https://pastebin.com/Mh1gRQWs

enjoy, everybody

>>30721252
Anonpone receives anal pleasure when

>>30721252
Sweet story. Thanks mate.

>>30721187
>After failing to find an effective way to rebuff Anon's advances, his waifu resorts to using the Westermarck effect.

>>30720693
>>30692558
Yes, we need more of that delicious struggle of being a pony while nobody else thinks she was ever anything but a pony.

>Anon is hired by a marketing firm to help them promote the My Little Pony movie by dressing as one of the characters
>It's basically a fursuit, but nobody will be able to tell it's him in there anyway
>It fits well when he first puts it on, but it quickly begins to become uncomfortable as it seems to shrink
>He begins panicking as it continues to constrict around him, growing smaller and smaller until it forcibly reshapes his body
>Bones pop, tendons and ligaments stretch, and his skin fuses with the suit
>By the time the hellish experience is over, Anon and the suit are one
>Looking in the mirror, he just looks like one of the ponies from the show
>His boss comes in to check on him, and he's satisfied with the result
>When Anon's led out to play with the kids, he realizes that the transformation was mental as much as physical; he is now physically incapable of acting out-of-character
>On the outside he's a happy, fun-loving pony who just loves to make friends
>On the inside he's screaming in terror
>In order to escape his harrowing situation, he has to navigate convoluted mental gymnastics to find a way to act outside of his intended "programming"

>>30721252
>https://pastebin.com/Mh1gRQWs
Added to the google doc
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kj56IEmCeHczi8lB1LWsuWlbvkWl3C_kIadH08TS1tE/edit

>>30722105
That's deeply disturbing.

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Take your pick.

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>>30724175
>ywn have a mistress

>>30724821
>you will never be a mistress with a formerly human pet pony

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>>30724979
>>30724821

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>>30720658
Other than 'qt' which other adjectives are best applied to transformed ponies?
I'm thinking seductive.

>>30725174
Bodacious, Tubular, Gnarly, Righteous, Wicked, Rockin', Sweet, Wicked, Pretty, Apex Snuggler

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>>30724821
>>30724979
>You will never be the unicorn mistress and turn humans into ponies to be your pets

>>30696319
And then Anon drowned in gryphon pussy.
Good story. The description of how the transformation effected the protagonist's vision was a good detail to include.
Have you got a next story planned?

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>>30725514
I'm pondering a few things, if not sometime later in this thread, then more than likely in the next one

Maybe it'll be hella lewd, or maybe it'll be something closer to nature. Somewhere down the line, I want to do a M6 tf of sorts

>>30725174
>>30725244
Good list, but missing pissed-off-that-you-turned-her-into-a-mare and slutty.

>>30720646
>Stop that!
Meaning that he wants to remain as the little filly. Understandable.

>>30725445
>you will never run a protection racket, safeguarding humans against being turned into ponies, so long as they pay your fees in a timely manner.

>>30702346
This is great. More please!

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>>30725445
Why even live?

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>ywn go to Rome as a qt mare
>ywn force the world to literally worship your horsepussy

>>30727076

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arion_(mythology)

>>30727162
I genuinely thought that said Anon for a moment. Makes you think.

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>>30727327
>>30727162
>>30727076
>They dont know.
Shitposting is eternal.

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Granny Smith, formerly Annie Smith, formerly the generically named 'Anon Smith' - a human transformed into a pony and sent back in time to an earlier point in Equestria's history.

>>30721252
For greater visibility I'm gonna post the whole thing.

>This wasn't supposed to happen
>When you had been having trouble making friends around Ponyville, being a weird alien and all, Twilight said she had an idea to make you less intimidating to the locals
>You figured it'd just be some conversation coaching
>Not turning you into a fucking horse like them
>You didn't want this
>You liked having fingers and being tall
>As soon as the dizziness from Twilight's spell had faded, you'd started to panic
>She was trying to calm you down but fuck that, you didn't okay this
>It's then that you feel yourself held still in her magic, fighting against it as your head is turned to look at her
>Wait, what's going on with her eyes...?
>They're all... swirly and stuff
>"That's it Anon, just look into my eyes... just relax and stare..."
>Yeah, maybe you should. That sounds nice...

>>30727942
>You mentally shake your head and screw your eyes shut
>Whatever she's trying to do to you, it can't be good
>Can't look into those beautiful, swirling eyes, can't listen to that lovely, soothing voice...
>Then you feel your eyelids being forced open by magic
>Her face is right up against yours now, and you can feel her hot breath on your new muzzle as her eyes dominate your vision
>"There you go, Anon, don't worry. Just stare and relax, watch and listen..."
>You can't even think to do otherwise
>It's like a fog has settled over your thoughts and smothered them
>You could probably turn away or something if you wanted, but...
>Her eyes are so nice...
>You don't know how long you stare for
>Time doesn't really exist anymore as far as you know
>Nothing really does, except those eyes and her whispering words
>They're just kinda worming their way into your ears
>Like they're speaking down to your core
>It just feels so good to listen to her and stare...

>>30727948
>You can dimly feel a trickle of drool escaping your mouth as a dull moan makes its way out of your throat
>You just sit there and mindlessly accept her instructions as they reshape your helplessly hypnotized brain
>You're only aware of one final question
>"Who's a good colt?" she asks
"I am..."
>That's all you can weakly reply before your mind goes utterly, blissfully blank
...
>"...Aaaand, done. Rise and shine, Nonny!"
>You blearily blink your eyes, shaking your head slightly
>Where are you...?
>Oh, duh. You're in Princess Twilight's bedroom
>She's lying on the bed in front of you as you sit up straight
>"How are you feeling, Nonny?"
"A little dizzy, why?"
>You answer without hesitation
>"Oh, just wondering. You were feeling sick, so I invited you to lie down and rest a bit."
>You were? You could've sworn you were worried about something...
>As this thought occurs to you, a wave of tingling pleasure washes over you, seeming to seep into the folds of your brain and down each and every nerve
>You shudder and moan lightly in pleasure
>You quickly cover your mouth with a hoof, blushing
"Uh, s-sorry Princess. I don't know why I did that."
>She rests a hoof on yours
>"It's quite alright Nonny, don't worry about it."
>At her response, you think you agree. It's really not worth worrying about, when she puts it that way
>Wait, what were you thinking about before?
>Eh, it probably wasn't important

>>30727955
>"Quick question Nonny, how long have you been a colt?"
>Huh, that's an odd question, but you don't see why you can't answer
>You go to tell her that you've been a colt since you were born twenty years ago, but...
>That's... not right...
>Before you can pursue this avenue of though further, you're struck by another wave of pleasure that drives the thought out of your head
"I've been a colt since I was born, Princess. Twenty years ago."
>You respond as soon as the wave dissipates, and Twilight sighs in seeming relief
>"Okay good, it stuck. You'll be fine now."
>Before you can ask her what she means, you're captivated by her eyes
>Wow, they're really pretty...
>You can dimly hear her speaking as your senses dull while you fall into her eyes
>"And now that I'm certain the conditioning has sunken in, we're free to have some fun~~"
>Instinctively, the words you speak spring to your lips as if automatic
"Yes, Princess..."
>Twilight smirks at you bemusedly
>"Mmmm, yes, I think having a mindless sex puppet whenever I want will be great fun for the both of us."
>She strokes a hoof through your mane as your universe is consumed by her eyes
>"Who's a good colt?" she asks you
"I am, P-p.."
>You go to say "princess," but that's not right
"I am, M-mistress..."

>>30727962
>You are jolted awake by the sound of two hooves striking each other
>"And awake. Rise and shine, pet."
>Your ears perk up at that as you blink the sleep away
>"How do you feel?"
"I feel fine, Princess. A little groggy, but fine."
>As you say that though, you feel a quiet roiling in the bottom of your mind, like something isn't quite right, but you can't quite place it
>You make eye contact with Twilight again, and a tiny twinge of panic flits its way through your brain
>Your brow furrows. What's wrong? Why are you upset? Why...
>What happened to your body?
>You scramble to your hooves and begin hyperventilating
>"Nonny? What's wrong?"
>Twilight calls out to you from her position next to you on the bed
>You twist away from her, pressing yourself up against the pillows in an effort to distance yourself
"G-get away from me!"
>Her brow creases as she rises to her hooves, not moving any closer to you
>"Oh my, why would you say that?"
"I don't know! Something about you is wrong and it's making me afraid, j-just get away!"
>You want this panic to stop but you don't know where it's coming from
>Why are you so afraid of Twilight? You've known her for ages... right?
>No, that's... that's not right...
>You groan and press a hoof to your temple
>Dimly, you hear Twilight make a tutting sound with her tongue and the rustling of the sheets as she rushes towards you
>Before you can react her face is against yours, capturing your lips in a kiss
>You're shocked, paralyzed by her action. Her lips are so soft...

>>30727971
>The panic starts to subside. It's still there, but it's fading
>You struggle meekly against the lavender alicorn, hooves trying to push her off
>You feel her magic form itself into fuschia ropes of energy that wrap around your hooves, securing you in a spread-eagle position under her
>She pulls back, keeping her face mere inches from yours
>"Does that feel better, sweetheart? Do you remember what you were thinking about?"
>She croons at you, and you find the words come sluggishly
"No... I don't remember..."
>"You were telling me how good my lips tasted."
"No..."
>You shake your head. That can't be right
"What... what did you do to me? Why am I so angry, and why can't I remember anything!?"
>Twilight lowers herself, warm chest fur mingling with your own
>Her front hooves place themselves on either of your shoulders
>"I'm rehabilitating you, Nonny. I want you to be accepted by ponies, and useful to me..."
>She delicately runs a hoof through your mane
>"Doesn't that sound lovely? All that fear and panic gone, and perfectly happy with your new life?"
>You can't remember what you were before, but you feel hatred rising in your voice
"Just get away! Put me back! I don't know what you did to me, but p-please, just fix me!"
>"Oh come on, you don't mean that. Why would you want to go back? You don't even remember what you were before. Isn't it easier to just accept your new form?"
>Before you can refute her, she captures your lips again
>Every instinct tells you to jerk away
>But warmth spreads through your lips and cheeks and forehead so quickly
>The urge to fight falls away faster
>Twilight tastes so good...

>>30727986
>Twilight pulls away
>What... what were you thinking about? It was only a second ago...
>"Why don't you tell me about when you first met me? You can trust me, it's only a story."
"I..."
>Your mouth feels dry as the words spill unbidden from it
"Fluttershy found me in the woods by her cottage. She took me to meet you, said you would know what to do..."
>Twilight's lips felt warm, tingly, soft, distracting against yours
>You push into them, trying to make the feeling last-
>She pulls away
>"Sorry, what were you saying?"
>Your mouth is stuck in the same pose
>What /were/ you saying?
>You desperately try to remember, but Twilight chimes in
>"You were telling me about the first time you met me. How you got a job as a mailpony, and one of your regular stops was delivering books to my old home in Canterlot."
"No, that's not right."
>The words feel bitter as they leave your mouth
>Twilight wouldn't lie to you, but it makes no sense
>You didn't know her when she lived in Canterlot
>"You started to have a crush on me, the cute little librarian, and you told me how you always looked forward to seeing me."
"No... no, you're lying."
>"Would I lie to you?"
"Of course..."
>"I wouldn't. Of course I wouldn't."
>Twilight presses her nose to yours
>"It would be easier if you stopped resisting, you know."
>Wait, resisting what?
"Buck off."

>>30727997
>That expletive seems appropriate for some reason
>You gasp
>Twilight begins grinding her body against yours, pressing you down into the plush bed
>Namely, her slit against your sheath
>Heat shoots through your body and you moan
>Twilight runs her hoof through your mane again
>"Tell me about our relationship," she whispers into your ear
>You bite your lip
>She's doing something, using some kind of magic
>You try to ignore her hot breath on your ear, the warmth of her soft fur pressed up against yours
>The grinding stops and her rear lifts away, her hoof withdrawing from your mane
>You groan, missing the feeling. It felt so warm and intoxicating and blurry to have them there
>"Unless you don't want to tell me..." she whispers
"Wait."
>The word spills out of your lips before you can stop them
>Twilight's hoof and flank pause
"You... you took me in, let me stay in your castle. I didn't have anywhere else to go. You tried to figure out how to get me home, but you said it couldn't be done. You said I was stuck here, that I should learn to live here."
>That sounded right. The memory was kinda fuzzy, but sounded right
>You remember the dread in your heart when she told you... something.
>"Oh no, that can't be right. You slowly built up the nerve to ask me out, and we had a lovely date at a cafe in Canterlot. We were smitten with each other."
"No..."
>"It sounds like there's something really wrong with your memories."

>>30728009
"What are you... hnn..."
>Twilight's slightly-slick folds feel so warm and inviting against your developing erection
>You try to remember what you had been saying, what you had been objecting to, but the memories wouldn't come
>"Don't think too hard about it." Twilight's voice sounds so soothing, so gentle. "It'll only make the anxiety worse if you focus on the discrepancies. Just let me remind you of what's true."
>Twilight kisses you again, but it doesn't feel like the others
>It makes your mouth dry and your head light
>It makes you feel tired and cold and sleepy, instead of warm and happy and... what was the word?
>"There, now. Very good. Doesn't it feel so nice to be so empty?"
>You blink slowly and unevenly
>Twilight makes it sound nice; she must be right
>"You have been my loyal, loving coltfriend for years now."
>You blink again
"I... have?"
>"Of course, do you not remember?"
"N-no..."
>Twilight's groin grinds into yours again, and you moan
>Hadn't you been cold a moment ago?

>>30728034
>That can't be, your member and chest and face felt so warm
>"Doesn't my touch feel so familiar to you?"
>She leans in and kisses you again. It tastes incredible, the best you've ever tasted
>The only one you've tasted, that you can remember
>You melt into the kiss, roll your eyes back and move your tongue to focus on it better. She feels so intoxicating...
>"Tell me, do you remember our first time making love?" The whispered words tickle your ear, warming you and teasing you
>You move your mouth but no sounds come out
>Your lips feel so cold without hers against them
>"Here, let me refresh your memory."
>She touches her horn to your forehead and her eyes glow a gentle violet

>>30728046
>You and Twilight are snuggled up in a different bed, in her old library in Canterlot
>Your sides are pressed against each other, reading a book together by candlelight
>While her eyes are fixed on the page, you sneak a kiss upon her cheek, which quickly turns pink from a blush
>She giggles and returns the kiss, but on your lips
>You both smile against each other as your lips move in tandem, teeth parting to tangle your tongues together
>Her hoof traces down your withers and along your spine as the passion of the kiss ramps up
>The hoof hovers at your flank and you shift slightly against the growing erection pinned beneath your body
>Reluctantly you pull apart for air, gasping and panting as you stare into each others' eyes
>"Nonny, I... I'm ready. I want you."
>Your heart swells
>The mare you're in love with, after all these months, is finally ready to share herself with you in that most intimate of ways
>And you're overjoyed
>You want to make her first time special, you want to please her
>You gently roll her over and are overcome with love at the sight of this adorable, beautiful mare spread out on the bed
>You bury your face in her neck, kissing and licking in a frenzy of passion

>>30728058
>Twilight moans cutely above you, and you take that as encouragement to continue your ministrations
>You work your way down her body, peppering her fur with tiny kisses and licks and the occasional tiny nip of the teeth, eliciting a delightful squeak from her
>Finally you reach her treasure, her folds slick with arousal nestled between her thighs
>You plant a kiss on the pearl at her apex and draw a long, experimental lick from bottom to top along the outside
>Twilight's hips buck at your touch, and her hind hooves cross themselves over your neck, trapping your head in
>Not that you mind
>You lick again, alternating between long draws and quick laps at her outer folds until you finally delve inward, tongue desperately seeking more of that nectar, that ambrosia
>Twiligh audibly pants as your tongue explores her insides, washing over every bump and crevice
>"Nonny, please... don't stop..."
>You're all to eager to oblige as her legs pull you in further, pressing your muzzle into her flower
>You redouble your efforts, taking all the little squeaks and breathy moans into account
>Hearing and seeing her in so much pleasure fills you with joy and purpose
>You're so hopelessly in love with this mare
>Pleasing her and making her feel good and happy is all you can think about
>Twilight's pants and moans increase in frequency and pitch, and you can tell she is approaching her peak
>"Nonny, I'm close, I'm so close, please keep going..."
>You obey her instructions with glee, diving as deep as you can into her folds
>One hoof snakes its way up and begins rubbing at her clit, drawing circles with it
>Eventually her little body can't take it anymore and she cums
>Twilight screams your name into the dark library home, her throes of passion echoing all around the two of you
>Her orgasmic ecstasy is palpable and as you despearately drink down the sticky-sweet marecum flowing from her, you feel pleasure dance through your stiff cock like lightning

>>30728070
>When her shaking dies down she uncrosses her legs and you pull yourself up to eye level with her
>Her chest heaves with each breath as she stares into your eyes, and you feel adoration and love swell within you again
>The memories replay themselves in your head
>Of the desperate intimacy when you two made love
>Of your eventual confession that you wanted her to dominate you, and her resounding agreement
>Of her inclusion of magic and hypnosis into your play, subtly altering your mind and implanting triggers in you
>Of being triggered to sleep, to obey, to go blank, to rut, to forget
>Of being so blissfully and utterly in love
>Of being so euphorically and wonderfully submissive
>Of being so completely and mindlessly obedient to your lover, your Twilight, your Princess
>...
>You rise from your trip down memory lane, still pinned under Twilight, chest heaving under her body
>She's smirking at you with that face she gets when she's feeling dominant
>"Did that help you, Nonny?"
>You smile and peck her lightly on the lips
"Yes, my love. Thank you oh so much."
>She sighs contentedly
>"I'm so glad you're feeling better. I love you to pieces, you know that right?"
>You laugh and nuzzle her
"Of course, my Princess. I love you too."
>You both just lay there for a bit as you bask in her presence, overcome with love and adoration for the violet alicorn
>"You know Nonny, I can still feel you down there~"
>She whispers huskily into your ear, moving her belly against yours and reminding you of the rock-hard erection pinned against the downy fur of her hips
>You whimper as pleasure sparks through you at the sensation
>"Would you like me to take care of that for you, my little pony?"

>>30728088
>As she says that last part, you feel your mind fog and cloud
>All your thoughts slow down and your body grows heavy and warm
>Words spill forward from your mouth in a breathy murmur
"Yes."
>"Yes, what?" She whispers
>You know instinctively what She means
"Yes, Princess..."
>You correct yourself, knowing that you must refer to your divine and wondrous Princess with the respect She deserves
>You feel your Princess slide Her folds against you, rising up and placing your tip just within Her folds
>Even just barely in, you can feel the intense, unbearable pleasure that your Princess always brings
>She rights herself, straddling you with Her forehooves on your chest as She begins to sink onto your member
>You want to throw your head back and moan but you keep your gaze firmly fixed on your Princess, the way you know She wants you to
>It feels so good to obey Her, and the mind-melting pleasure of your cock being enveloped by Her only serves to reinforce this fact in your lust-addled brain
>As She finally reaches the base and you hilt inside Her, She leans down and kisses you again
>Your eyes roll back in your head as Her tongue forces its way into your mouth, dominating yours in a fervent kiss
>And then, She starts to rise again
>Rising off your member until just the tip remains in, and then dropping back down again
>She breaks off the kiss and chuckles at you as a throaty moan escapes you
>Princess repeats the process of rising and falling on your cock, her breath hitching audibly each time she hilts you as her thrusts gain in speed and frequency
>Your hips buck as the pleasure courses through you like fire, erasing every other thought from you as Princess rides you

>>30728102
>"Yeeeessss, good, that's a good pet. Keep going, just like that. You're doing so well."
>The praise feels just as good as the thrusting, except this time you can feel her words sliding into your mind, embedding themselves, making themselves true
>But in the back of your mind you know, even as you approach your climax, that you can't release unless She tells you to
>"Do you want to cum, pet?" She croons into your ear before lowering her head to nip and peck at your jawline, words intermittently interrupted and punctuated by her body crashing against yours and the slapping sound of flesh on flesh
"Yes Princess, pet wants to cum, please..."
>You moan out your response to her inquiry, desperate to obey and please
>"Then earn it," she says. "Recite your mantras."
>Automatically, the coded words that assert your position beneath her bubble forth and spill from your lips at her command
"I am pet. Pet belongs to Princess. Pet must obey Princess. Pet must please Princess. Pet wants nothing more than to please Princess. Pet must be mindless and empty for Princess. Pet must stay hard and horny for Princess. Pet is helpless before Princess's power. I am pet..."
>You recite the mantras over and over and over again, in time with the thrusting
>Each repetition sears them into your mind further and further, engraving them as fundamental and undeniable facts of this universe
>And each repetition makes the pleasure that consumes your body and mind double impossibly
>Your entire being is awash in the sea of Princess's glory as you train yourself into even deeper obedience and submission to Her
>Princess is moaning atop you as well, and the knowledge that you are pleasing Her fills you with joy and fulfillment
>And then, She says it
>"Cum for me, pet."

>>30728113
>You climax together, Her heavenly walls clamping down on your cock as it twitches and spasms violently, spurting your load deep inside Her
>You feel your mind and thoughts and will vanish with each throbbing rope of cum that shoots into Her, still mindlessly repeating your mantras of submission
>And it keeps going, your entire mind drowning in pleasure as the time between the seconds drags on in bliss
>Somewhere in the back of your mind you know that you should have stopped cumming by now
>But you are lost in hypnotic pleasure, the ecstasy pressing forward, going on and on
>Your mind falls into bliss, and the last thing you can feel running through you before your mind vanishes completely is-
"I obey."
>...

>Sunlight dances delicately across your eyelids, fluttering them open
>Your body is heavy and unresponsive, partly because you've just woken up and partly because of the alicorn cuddling you
>Twilight Sparkle is wrapped around you, holding you tight as she snores ever so quietly
>You can't help but smile at her
>You remember being triggered into Pet mode last night and the unknowable pleasure that it brought
>You close your forelegs around her withers and nuzzle into her mane
>Still asleep, she smiles and snuggles closer to you
>You smile too
>Even before the hypnosis, you knew that you'd do anything for this mare
>And her ascendt to Princesshood didn't change that
>You would forever be with her, be it by her side as a friend, in her bed as a lover or at her hooves as a toy
>You are completely and hopelessly in love with this mare, and you know she feels the same
>You close your eyes and let sleep reclaim you, breathing in the scent of her

>>30727942
Sure thing, thanks anon

>>30728489
No, thank you for writing!

>>30728122
I like it, its kind of creepy to be honest though
Pet mode or not Twilight has pretty much mind wiped Anon into his new life as a pony, against his wishes.
Still at least the pet conditioning is only temporary and he can lead a somewhat independent life as a pony

>>30728874
yeah, the pet conditioning has an of/on switch and I imagine it's pretty exclusively used for sex stuff between them. outside of that he's a totally independent pony, he's just also in a relationship with Twilight

>>30729062
Yes but can you really be considered independent if, at a single command, you turn into a mindless slave? How much free will can you really have if someone else can change your thoughts, motivations, priorities, even memories at their behest? At this point anon is nothing more than a toy that thinks only when Twilight lets him.

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Congratulations. By popular demand you're going to be a pony in Equestria.

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CUDDLY DOOM
Chapter 6 (completed as of >>30704585) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/heBdiwMw
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>For the third time today, I wrapped my fingers around the pistol’s slide, yanked it back with a melody of smooth, well-lubricated metal, and sent the magazine’s top cartridge airborne
>As the notes of bouncing brass rang out three times against the hard concrete floor of the abandoned engineering laboratory, I couldn’t help but wonder whether I was damaging the round
>By contrast, I was so careful when I released the magazine, cradling it in my hand before setting it down, as though the rounds within were temperamental to fire with the slightest provocation
>And then whenever I let the last round fly free a half second later, it always flew erratically out of the port and gravity had a field day
>After inspecting the magazine and its function, I spun the outcast cartridge in my hand and, finding no blemishes, dents, or disfigurement, returned it to the stack of its associates
>Gently shaking my head and chuckling at my own paranoia, I slid the magazine back into its steel-walled home, rechambered a round, and set the pistol on the floor at my side
>Yes, it was true that a single jam could be my downfall – the difference between a mare stopping in her tracks, and wrapping her hooves around my face until I cried ‘friend’ through a muzzle
>But was the remote chance of the brass taking on a few small dents really that big of a deal?

>>30730017
>I mean, in the past four years, there were three remarkable things that I’d gradually come to appreciate about American culture
>First of all, the fact that they were the cradle of rock and hip-hop, and did it well, meant they were their music was always welcome in my earbuds
>Second, they loved their sports, and while there were some good golf courses near Seoul and Incheon, they couldn’t hold a candle to the rowdy fun of banging on the glass at a hockey game
>And finally, Americans took their guns seriously… very seriously
>They knew a lot about them, demonstrated a real passion for building and using them properly, and as a result, their roscoes were built like tanks
>I’d never bought one myself, but a congenial neighbor I’d known for just under three years had a pistol and rifle that he was positively giddy to show off whenever it was appropriate
>The way he could rattle off stats about weight, caliber, and manufacture was veritably moot when I could tell, simply by holding them, that the guns had been wonderfully, robustly made
>He always had a twinkle in his eyes upon remembering how I’d been fascinated by his steel beauties, even going so far as to invite me to the range one day and covering the cost of ammo
>It was a bit morose to think that he didn’t get to use them when they mattered, as he was certainly among the Pegasi I saw leaving his house early yesterday morning, bound for faraway cities
>Still, his former self would’ve been quite glad to hear that the torch had been picked up by his impromptu firearms mentee

>>30730025
>As I relaxed myself into a seated position against one of the laboratory’s benches, instinct prompted me to unsling the rifle from my back lest I use Colt’s innovation as an exposed backrest
>Instead, as my hand caught on a prodigious backpack strap, I was reminded that I’d tucked the rifle away in favor of the unobtrusive maneuverability the solitary pistol provided
>It was worth giving up five rounds of capacity if it meant I didn’t have a foot’s worth of barrel betraying my skulking approach around every corner…
>Flexing my shoulders allowed the backpack to slide free from my shoulder, and a moment later its black polyester weave rolled into view, ultimately settling comfortably into my lap
>With the exception of the sturdy rifle and its barrel protruding through a zipper opening, the backpack’s contents primarily slouched in an apathetic, semi-fluid mass
>Amid the half-crushed fruit, grains, and supplies scavenged from several buildings on campus, the only sizable cargo showing its geometry through the backpack was a stray water bottle
>Zipping open one of the smaller compartments, I shifted until the basement windows’ cloudy daylight cut through the dim room to illuminate my prize
>It had taken a good portion of the morning, but after rifling through three labs’ worth of drawers, I could pore over nearly all the specific resistors, capacitors, diodes on my ‘shopping list’
>I withdrew a small, battered journal from amid the pile of electrical components, shaking free a resistor that had wandered between its pages in the process
>As I opened to a bookmarked page near its middle, my vision was filled with a hastily drawn circuit diagram of squiggles, dashes, and wavering lines in my own handwriting
>Though cryptic to many, I immediately recognized every piece of the radio transmitter schematic and its individual purpose

>>30730033
>With just a spool of wire and a bit of solder, the project would come together quite nicely, and I’d be one step closer to breaking free of a hellish equine destiny
>I was about to close the journal when a quote recorded in one page’s margin caught my eye
>I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO BE FRIENDS
>The quote cut particularly deep, not only because they were Chloe’s final words, but because she had been absolutely correct
>I suppose that was a fourth thing I’d come to appreciate about American culture: generally, people were much friendlier toward strangers than they were back home
>When I wandered into a lecture hall yesterday morning to search for supplies, I did so without scrutinizing every seat closely enough for ponies, or equally threatening, armed humans
>As I passed, Chloe could have just as easily lined up a shot and lodged eight grams of lead in my chest, but instead of landing in agony’s grip, I was only mildly startled by the sight of her
“Motherf- Don’t scare me like that!”
>She apologetically blushed and conjured a faint smile as the aim of her pistol sunk toward the floorboards
>“Sorry, I didn’t know at first whether you were one of them… Name’s Chloe. Say, I’d really, really rather not go it alone here if you’re looking for a friend… What do you think?”
>I lowered my own gun, intrigued but nonetheless leery about her offer
“Is this some new form of mugging tactic with which I’m not familiar? What’s in it for you?”
>“Having someone to watch my back? Holy cow, looks like someone’s excited to be a lone wanderer in the apocalypse”
>I scratched the back of my head, attempting to suppress the same wretched standoffishness that had alienated a couple potential acquaintances in years past

>>30730038
“No, I was just, like, making a bad joke. Really, I would appreciate someone to be a friend in whatever fucked-up fate has befallen this place. Call me Peter”
>“Awesome! What kind of supplies are you carrying, Peter? Do you want anything to eat? I got plenty stashed away down by the lectern”
>As I absentmindedly ran a hand along the length of a backpack strap, I pondered whether an response expressing prosperity would be immediately met by a gun in my face
>However, as I took in Chloe’s body language, I could find nothing signaling mistrust or malicious intent, and amid only slight wariness, I answered with unfettered honesty
“My backpack’s got plenty of food I found at the campus store before things got too too bad; if you’re short on fruits and vegetables, I can definitely provide you with some”
>“I’ll keep that in mind – would suck to get scurvy after surviving a gauntlet of snuggly horses”
>With a smile and a friendly nod, I led the way down the lecture hall’s steps toward the lectern, where Chloe swiftly gathered a few small boxes of goods she’d stashed beneath
>We didn’t immediately have anywhere to be or anything to do, so Chloe suggested we pull up a couple chairs to the room’s corner where we could chat while keeping an eye on the doors
>Somewhere between the unnerving silence of lurking through abandoned halls, and the deafening shouts of friends sacrificing their humanity, this gentle conversation was very welcome
>Chloe talked about her studies on Carmine’s campus, her former roommates and life, and the pistol now firmly resting in her grip, which had, similarly, not belonged to her before today
>I talked about my armament in kind, my own hobbies and formerly human friends, and the ill-fated doctorate degree that would’ve been within my grasp if not for the apocalypse

>>30730047
>By the time I glanced up at the wall clock overhead, thirty minutes had passed in the timeless luxury of cordial conversation
“Say, Chloe, do you want to trade, share, let me hang on to anything? I don’t know how you were carrying all of your things without a backpack”
>My eyes wandered over her stacks of rations piled modestly near the chair’s base, many of the items appearing too cumbersome to easily carry
>“I’ve just been… kind of bringing everything here, as a central location of sorts. I figure one of these days I’ll come across a backpack or something to help me carry them”
“It’s helped me a lot. Shame, none of the students on campus that got turned were actually here at the time – there’d be backpacks all over the place…”
>“Actually, I just thought of something. Would you mind keeping an eye on my things? I just need to make a run down the hall to grab one more thing, and then it can all go in your backpack”
>After she gesticulated at the stockpile with her shoe, I found myself distracted just a moment too long to follow her, as she rose to her feet and one of the room’s doors hastily clicked open
“Don’t you think-”
>By the time my words floated over to the door, it had clicked shut, snuffing out the meager daylight that had briefly streamed in from the hallway
>With a slightly irked sigh, I at least confirmed that she’d taken her pistol with her, which provided enough piece of mind to prevent my pursuit
>After anxiously drumming my fingers for a few moments, I unzipped the backpack and began to fill it with Chloe’s supplies, ideally allowing us to advance our mission promptly upon her return

>>30730055
>Even under the strain of two surviving humans’ worldly possessions, the backpack was still incredibly light, the fabric sneering at the very thought of being overloaded
>As if to challenge it, I lackadaisically tossed my pistol in as well and zipped it shut, slinging the backpack into its natural position on my shoulders
>As I watched the clock’s second hand slowly wander in its absurdist circle, I bit my lip and began to wonder how long it would continue to do so before Chloe returned
>She said she’d just be going down the hall, right?
>How long would that take… a couple minutes? It had been a couple already…
>Apprehensively tapping my knuckles against the rifle did nothing to hurry the stagnant march of time, and after a few more seconds, I restlessly pushed myself to my feet
>Briefly after doing so, a faint metallic sound resonated through the lecture hall as I checked the chamber and ensured a round was loaded
>A soft plitter-patter of rain gradually crescendoed on the roof overhead, and by the time I’d steeled myself to investigate, a muted rhythm of footsteps could be heard beyond the door
>A few seconds later, the footsteps manifested in Chloe throwing the lecture hall’s door open, stepping inside, and slamming it shut to provide the cacophony with a note of finality
“Chloe, what happened? Where the hell is your gun? And what the hell were you going to get?”
>As she leaned against the door with one hand braced on its knob, she continued breathing heavily, her eyes aimlessly surveying the floor as though the boards were swaying and wobbling
“Chloe, what’s out there? Do you need me to check it out with you?”
>She slowed her breathing enough to squeak out a few intermittent words between her gasps
>“No… No... No, it’s… good that… that it was… just me…”

>>30730060
>Her eyes darted about erratically, betraying some unseen mental struggle raging in her mind
“What do you mean? Should we not go back out there?”
>While she was still heavily relying upon the door to support her, Chloe’s legs were visibly struggling to keep her righted, the limbs weakly trembling as though supporting a heavy barbell
>With a pitiful moan of discomfort, Chloe shifted one of her legs to widen her stance, sending forth a loud crash as she slumped against a different spot at the door’s center
>She tersely lifted her head from its limply hung posture, and as she did so, muddled daylight danced off the beads of sweat forming on her forehead
>Despite the lack of visible wounds, every action that her muscles attempted to carry out was incessantly met with a faint, desirous groan
>“We… we… we need to do something… let’s go… together…”
>She leaned away from the wall and began to close the twenty feet of distance between us, shambling uncomfortably through each step as her head hung passively
“Chloe, wait, stop… stop walking towards me… Stop!”
>Upon immediately refusing to so much as acknowledge my words, I levelled the rifle’s barrel at her, the shift of glinting metal suddenly seizing her attention
>Her eyes went wide as a shout, profusely dripping with horror, filled the air
>“No, Peter! Don’t! D… Don’t… aaaaAHHH!”
>With the adrenaline of alarm coursing through her blood, a pair of fully formed wings strained against the back of her shirt, tearing the garment at its seams with a din of shredded fabric
>Chloe collapsed to her hands and knees, shivering as the bright teal feathers stood on end and twitched animatedly among the dim grey of the lecture hall
>Muscles rippled in her arms and torso as her hands repeatedly clenched and relaxed, the act made even more appalling by the teal fur and slightly shifted structures adorning her flat chest

>>30730068
“Chloe, what the fuck?!”
>“They had an ambush prepared… It didn’t matter that I had a gun… And I don’t any more after it got too difficult to hold…”
“Never mind your gun! You have a pair of fucking wings sticking out of your back!”
>“Sure, that may be the case, but I’m still myself inside, where it matters… And… at least it was only me…”
>She was having less trouble pronouncing words and sentences now that she didn’t need to focus on the difficulty of standing upright, or keeping her wings carefully tucked in
>Still, the fact that such efforts had been so strenuous were unmistakable indicators that the infection had progressed quite far already
>As if to confirm my fears, Chloe’s jeans slowly slid down towards her knees, almost imperceptibly as each labored breath brought about a half inch of denim movement
>In the process of doing so, thick patches of teal fur were revealed on her swelling, muscular haunches, as a few strands of blonde tail hair snaked from the protrusion at the base of her spine
>Most of the tail remained tucked tightly into her pants, but as Chloe let out a pleading, bestial moan, she clearly begged for the equine appendage to feel release
“Holy hell, you didn’t even lock that door behind you!”
>I took a single brisk step, with the forethought to make a wide arc around Chloe, before her choked words cut me off
>“That’s not a problem – they weren’t coming after me…”
“What do you mean they weren’t? They already got the wings on you – the rest can’t be far behind!”
>“They just didn’t… Now, I suggest we get out of here before they finish the job… Here, help me up…”
>I threw the rifle’s sling into a comfortable position across my neck and let the firearm drape by my side before advancing toward Chloe
>There was still a distance of about a dozen feet between us when I halted myself

>>30730076
“Chloe… We… We both know what happens when a pony touches someone… what about a half-transformed person? I don’t have any gloves…”
>“Probably nothing too bad, right?”
>Nothing ‘too bad?’ What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Can you stand up on your own? That would be… best…”
>Chloe glanced at her hands and feet, and after a deep inhale and a primeval grunt, she elevated her knees and palms a couple inches, such that she was resting on her fingers and toes
>“Does this…”
“Come on Chloe, you’re a human! Two feet!”
>“Damn it, Peter, I can’t! I’m still myself mentally but obviously that’s not the case physically! I need somepony to help me!”
>A shiver ran up my spine as Chloe’s words resonated through my head
“What… What was that last sentence you said?”
>“I need… some… body… to help me… I need somebody to help- Look, you try getting the grammar correct when your parents taught it to you like that since foa… childhood!”
>I took a couple horrified steps backward and wrapped my fingers around the grip of the idle firearm at my side
>Chloe, still suspended on her toes and fingers, tried to match my pace, but only succeeded in moving a quarter step as her foot slid out of its ill-fitting shoe
“Please… Please forgive me… I can’t help you…”
>“Peter… Don’t do this… I’ll give you anything you want… You already took all of my belongings so you owe me one… P-Please… I d-don’t want to be a pony… I-I-I… I don’t think…”
>As I fought to get my own quickening breathing under control, she was met with silence, save for a long, tremulous exhale that seemed to fill the cool room
>“Look, at least don’t let me get stuck in this half-turned state… I don’t… I don’t even know what memories are mine any more… I can’t remember the pasture I grew up in, or my family…”

>>30730088
>I ran my finger over the edge of the rifle’s trigger guard, quietly contemplating whether such a declaration was enough to justify what I felt was right in this situation
>Not DESIRABLE by any means, but RIGHT nonetheless…
>It was only going to get worse for Chloe from here on out, and whatever smiling pony became of this, even if it supposedly retained her memories, would be a shell of her former self
>The kind of pony that… well, if I knew Chloe enough, she wouldn’t mind putting out of its misery, and doing sooner rather than later
>I met her misty eyes with the best emotionless expression I could muster, and with a tortured sigh, I checked that the rifle’s safety was on and whirled it only my back, next to the backpack
>Maybe… maybe it was the ‘right’ thing to do, but I wasn’t ready for my own blaze of glory yet, and nothing would bring the ponies running quite like the crack of a gunshot…
>There was still work to be done if I were to prevent this from happening again…
“I’m sorry Chloe… I’m so sorry…”
>She attempted to push herself forward, only to collapse to her side as her pants snagged on what would soon be hocks, and her strength failed in what would soon be her forelegs
>After double-checking the backpack’s zippers, I turned toward the exit door behind me and approached it, pausing only briefly as a string of gently-spoken words caught up to me
>“I thought you wanted to be friends…”
>While releasing a tender sigh, I wrapped my fingers around the door’s handle
>I did, Chloe… I did…
>After registering a swift exit from the room, I soon found myself in a small meeting area that featured a few chairs near its center and a door on each end
>Once each of the locks had been clicked shut, the corridor became profoundly silent – silent enough to hear Chloe’s sobs clearly through cracks in the vents as I settled into one of the seats

>>30730097
>Her weeping persisted for five full minutes, during which I was repeatedly tempted to return and bring an end to the half-transformed victim’s troubles, but I never acted on the impulse
>My anxiously bouncing leg finally found peace when the door from which Chloe had entered opened again, inviting the buzz of a new pair of curious voices
>“-saw that she went in here?”
>“Yeah, and I hoped that using her as bait would help me snag another… ah, horseapples, I guess he saw through it”
>“Don’t listen to her, dear, she’s admittedly a bit crazy, but hopefully you can trust me when I say we’re here to help our new friends”
>While I could tell the stallion was directly addressing Chloe, she remained quiet except for a few intermittent bouts of shifting Pegasus feathers
>“Crazy? I thought it was a great idea… Admittedly, I probably took it too far, but next time if I could just get, like, a single small patch of fur on ‘em, that would be great”
>“It certainly beats going up against some of the humans that’re adamant about not snuggling with us – they pretty much cancel themselves out, also nullifying any ‘guns’ they have”
>“Oh wait, no, never mind, that plan wouldn’t work…”
>“Uhh… Why not?”
>“Well, there’s no way Storm Cloud would let me count them both if all I’m doing is befriending one human halfway, and then they do the rest. Geez, she might not even let me count one”
>A lengthy pause followed before the stallion’s heavy hoofbeats trekked across the room, approaching an audibly distressed Chloe whose ailing hands and feet fought for purchase on the floor
>“My name’s Morning Star, and this is my very good friend, Clementine Breeze. We’re here to help you…”
>Chloe issued no response through the gentle sobbing that had taken root within her troubled mind

>>30730108
>“It’s okay… he may have left you, and I know it hurts, but true friends never will… Never will… I promise…”
>After a couple more sets of hoofbeats rang out through the air just beyond the wall, Chloe’s tears became slightly muted, as though buried in the stallion’s embrace
>A dynamic wingflap and the clicking of hooves heralded the arrival of the Pegasus – presumably Clementine Breeze – at Chloe’s side a moment later
>Gently rustling wings announced when she’d blanketed her victim in a cozy drapery of Pegasus feathers, much like those Chloe would probably soon be putting to use on others…
>I glanced at the rifle sitting leisurely in my lap, quietly contemplating whether I should turn the tables on these ponies – whether I should effectively use Chloe as bait to bring THEIR downfall
>With the ponies all clustered together in the room and focused on turning her into one of them, it’d be incredibly easy to throw open the door and take them out with a few quick shots
>Incredibly easy? Maybe just a little too easy?
>If only I knew how many other ponies were within the rifle’s earshot to begin swarming the ‘bad man’… It could be just these two, or it could be a hundred... I was limited to twenty rounds…
>“You’re practically a member of your new herd already… and what an adorable, handsome Pegasus you’ll be…”
>The pitch of Chloe’s crying descended as the grim hug continued, ultimately falling silent after three or four masculine gasps to help steady… his breathing
>“There, there… doesn’t that feel wonderful?”
>Bones popped and clicked as various parts of his body contorted into those more closely befitting a Pegasus, as fingernails turned into hooves, arms turned into forelegs, and ears drifted up

>>30730118
>“We’re almost done, then we can go out and play…”
>His rhythm of tears had been fully supplanted by happy gasps as waves of bliss rocked his body, replacing the person he once was with a new headspace completely comfortable as a pony
>With an ecstatic cry, the new Pegasus stallion sacrificed the last of his fading humanity, slumping to the ground with a few faint clicks of hooves and bathing in the transformation’s afterglow
>“Thank… thank you both…”
>“You’re very welcome”
>“Peter wasn’t willing to do that… I thought he was a real friend… But all he did was steal my belongings and… abandon me…”
>The new stallion let out a dour sigh before Morning Star’s reassurances broke through his anguish
>“It’s okay… we would never, NEVER do anything like that… If you want, you’re more than welcome to have lunch with us! You wouldn’t believe how wonderful carrots taste!”
>“Well, I did already eat, but maybe… Clementine, you could show me how to fly? I’d like to find my friends from… before... Have you seen a pair of greenish unicorns hanging out together?”
>A brief pause followed as the ponies enquired amongst themselves
>“I don’t suppose we have, but don’t worry, we’ll help you find your herd!”
>A melody of hoofbeats played as the newly bolstered group of ponies trotted back toward the lecture hall’s far door, finagled the knob with either their teeth or hooves, and exited the room
>The neighboring meeting area in which I sat reestablished its placid atmosphere, disrupted solely by the uneasy drumming of my fingers and the familiar zip of a backpack opening

>>30730128
>After fishing around for the journal and pencil stashed within one of the outer compartments, I flipped to the page with notes I’d taken about transformed former humans I once knew
>Well, to be more precise, the last page bearing such information, out of four pages
>My eyes wandered to the last entry on the page, featuring bullet points about a former Carmine University custodial worker who’d fallen to a small cuddly horde a couple buildings over
>She was now blissfully cantering through the meadows with her friends, having been swiftly turned into a red, curly-maned mare before I even registered what had happened
>My gaze meandered lower through the journal, finally settling upon the blank, slightly yellowed lines at the base of the page
>On this canvas, I recorded Chloe’s former name, date and location of transformation, and everything I could recall from what she’d told me about her life before everything went to hell
>After several attempts to forcibly steady the shaky pencil in my grip, I also wrote down her final words, and the fate that had eventually befallen her
>TEAL PEGASUS STALLION W/ BLONDE HAIR
>I figured that, someday, this information could be used to create a proper memorial to those who’d been lost, as I couldn’t imagine what last rites were appropriate in the moment
>First things first though, I needed to find some way to either reestablish order, or get in contact with someone who could…

>>30730138
>As I shook my head out of reverie, I glanced up at the clock hanging over the disheveled cabinets of the engineering laboratory, and found that my mind had been wandering for ten minutes
>It had been about twenty-four hours since I last saw Chloe, or the stallion that had superseded her, and since then, I hadn’t come across a single other human
>Things were definitely looking bleak for my solitary self, making my mission to get the university’s radio working again all the more crucial
>After flipping back to the promising schematic hastily scribbled in the journal, I etched a few check marks next to some of the parts before returning the journal to the backpack
>My hand lingered in the backpack’s void for a few seconds as I retrieved a half-filled water bottle within
>After making quick work of the cap, I took a few generous gulps of the refreshingly cool water, only to be met with nature’s call a few seconds later
>As I rose to my feet, zipped up the backpack’s contents, and slung the garment over my shoulder, I double-checked my pistol and gently hefted the steely salvation in my hand
>I always abhorred stepping out into hallways, as you could never easily tell whether there were ponies anywhere along its length until they would’ve already had a chance to see you
>However, as I craned my neck through the laboratory’s doorframe, all appeared to be quiet
>Somewhere beyond the fiberboard and girders hanging over my head, a steady rhythm of hoofbeats echoed sharply down a similar hallway, but that wasn’t of immediate concern to me
>With careful footfalls, I closed the distance down the corridor, past an ample scattering of water fountains, trash cans, and office doors, before making my way to the bathroom doors
>Ostensibly, it didn’t matter which one I went into, but habit drove me semi-arbitrarily to the men’s room

>>30730146
>Its door had been propped open with a pale yellow custodial sign, most likely a forgotten remnant from whomever was cleaning the building following the conclusion of Friday’s classes
>As I retrieved a flashlight from my backpack, I stepped into the spacious men’s room, kicking aside the sign and plunging the room into momentary darkness amid the continuing blackout
>Naturally, the light switch would’ve been ineffectual, but as the flashlight blinked to life a moment later, it provided more than enough light to lock the room’s main door in my wake
>“Oh, hayseed…”
“Oh, fuck!”
>As a shot of adrenaline coursed through my blood, I urgently raised my pistol and flashlight toward the unseen voice in the room’s far corner
>The circle of light was soon occupied by a red pony sporting a short grey mane, his squinted eyes poking attentively from beneath the far end of the sink counter
>“Would you mind not shining that light in my face? Pony eyes are kind of sensitive… not that you’d know”
>As I shifted the flashlight’s beam from his face to his hooves, the puzzle pieces fell into place regarding where I’d heard this familiar voice before
“Morning Star, I’ll blow your fucking head off if you try anything. Is there anyone else in this room with us?”
>While I kept him locked in my peripheral vision, the highly illuminated focus traipsed about the room and found nothing
>“I made sure there wasn’t. Only unicorns can actually lock these feather-fluttering stall doors, so it’s just me in here. Sorry if you wanted somepony else as a cuddle partner”
>He rolled his eyes and sighed as though he were already bored with the conversation and would rather steer the topic towards tax code

>>30730154
“Don’t play games with me! I’m the guy with the pistol pointe-”
>“Yeah, I saw. But if you were going to shoot me, I presume you’d have done so by now. It doesn’t seem to be a concern that you’re going to hurt your ears, so my guess is you’re chicken”
“Chicken? Enlighten me, how am I chicken?”
>“Come on, dude, if you fire off a gun in here, everypony in the tri-state area is going to hear it and come running. And I don’t suppose you want to have your final stand in a dark bathroom”
>If I were to be completely honest with Morning Star, I’d tell him that I didn’t want to have a ‘final stand’ at all if it could be avoided or it didn’t accomplish anything…
>“I know it may seem scary, but trust me on this: You can keep running for a long time without actually getting anywhere… I don’t know where I’d be if not for my friends”
“Oh yeah? How many of your victims has that soundbite actually worked on?”
>“That was spoken from the heart, dude. As a human, they told me that all I did was hurt myself when I tried to run from the herd… You don’t look to be much better off, yourself”
>I readjusted my grip around the pistol, giving my fingers a brief reprieve from the slippery sweat that had gradually begun accumulating
“Sure, I believe you. Just like how you spoke from the heart when you used Chloe as half-transformed bait to try and spread your infection to me, before I could know what was happening”
>He smiled and weakly chuckled, but it was a morbid laugh laden with far more regret than acknowledgement of anything funny being said
>“Okay, to be fair, that wasn’t my idea. Clementine Breeze comes up with these schemes and I’m roped into following along with them”
“Schemes? Schemes for turning people into ponies?”
>Morning Star released a long exhale, allowing his eyes to wander about the room before his thoughts fell into place and he drew in a deep breath

>>30730162
>“Alright, so her idea behind that one was that, since we heard both of you were brandishing guns, we couldn’t go after you directly without a significant risk of harm”
>“Ideally, infecting Gusty Gale, or, well, I guess his… her… name was Chloe when you knew her, not only made her more docile, but if she could touch you, the effect would be passed along”
>“She walked right into our ambush. Granted, Clementine Breeze got a bit overzealous when she found her new friend was going to be a Pegasus and wanted to fill out the wings first”
>“Still, as a proof of concept it was a fantastic way to spread friendship without arousing too much opposition, and I’m so doggone mad that she canned the idea”
>“She’s got this big idea about counting the number of friends she makes – I guess it’s a contest or something – and it just… it consumes her!”
>“It’s like, ‘Oh, we can’t do this, we can’t do that, because somepony else will get the credit’ she pretty much says”
>“When we first became friends, it was because she relentlessly pursued me through a forest for hours INSTEAD of going after easy targets”
>“She still deeply cares about me – don’t get me wrong – yet I can’t help but feel as though her individual success and power has overtaken the compassion and friendship mentality”
>“Last night when Daisy determined that I should be the one to lead the charge against the city’s utilities, I was trying to figure out, you know, what cell towers or buildings were important”
>“Clementine Breeze was more than happy to accompany me for the sake of my protection, but as the early morning hours wore on, she was just like a filly in a candy store”
>“While I was busy shutting down systems so that the humans couldn’t create a panic or effectively fight back, she was running through the utility buildings tackling anyone she could”

>>30730169
>“It turned out that numerous places had technicians working the overnight shift, and nopony else – nopony at all – had picked up the idea of going after them, so she got a lot by herself”
>“When we got to the pair of communication towers in the town’s north end, she hastily flew to the top and threw the equipment groundwards so we could advance to the next buildings”
>“And long after we got done with that, well, she continued relentlessly looking for people, and not necessarily just because she wanted to show them how wonderful it is to be friends”
>“Now it feels like… instead of her following me to help keep me safe while I complete my work… I’m following her like a gun-toting lackey on a safari hunt…”
>“You should consider yourself lucky that she refused to call attention to the fact that you’ve been freely walking around campus all this time – she still insists on being the one to get you”
>“She doesn’t like sharing the glory of each friend with others, so there was a bit of kicking and screaming – temper tantrums – when everypony else showed up around here last night”
>Morning Star let out a prolonged noise that fell somewhere between a groan and a sigh, and was all-around overflowing with lamentation
>“I’m just worried she’s going to get herself hurt one of these days…”
>I momentarily moved the pistol to cover a cough, but it was unyieldingly clear that Morning Star showed no intent to attack as he, too, mulled over the words still lingering on the air
“How many people? How many people could one pony get in those buildings?”
>“In the utility buildings she got fifteen total. Overall, her count’s up to twenty-two… me included”

>>30730178
>My blood went cold as I thought about the twenty-two lives that had been cut short by a single pony’s unfettered resolve… Twenty-two sets of hooves, twenty-two pairs of pony ears…
>I could only hope they were different or less successful than her, otherwise the effect of this single pony would be… what’s twenty-two squared? And then… what’s it cubed?
“How many have you gotten, Morning Star?”
>“Not so sure about that… Three? Five or six? It’s been a lot less than her; I’ve just solely focused on making sure other ponies have an easier time making friends”
>Even if Morning Star technically only had a quarter as many friends as his associate, I shuddered to think how many people had fallen to an equine destiny because of his actions
>Hundreds… thousands…
>The moment I knew that things were going to get bad quickly was when, not only had the power gone out in my house, but cell service had also gone down on an otherwise clear night
>It reeked of intentionality, and without any way to warn the outside world, the first way others would find out would be from a pony embracing them in an innocent, unsuspecting hug
“Is that why you’re making no effort to befriend me here and now? You’ve already done enough to bring ruin upon humanity – what’s one more person?”
>“Call it what you want; I’m just doing the job I need to do”
“Well, doesn’t that sound familiar? Heartless bastard, you have no idea how much I want to shoot you right now…”
>Morning Star simply shrugged, his eyes practically glazing over with boredom, probably on account of the fact that he’d often heard similar lines over the past couple days
>The following seconds were far tenser for me than him as he took a seat beneath the sink counter and poked at the tiles with his hoof

>>30730187
>I awkwardly went to relieve myself at a urinal with one hand still firmly directing the pistol’s aim toward him, while the flashlight rested in a clamp between my teeth
>It was less than sanitary, but the arrival of the apocalypse hadn’t exactly elevated my hygiene expectations, and it’s not like there were better options available
>At least the water-based infrastructure hadn’t been in his sights…
>When I turned my body back to Morning Star, his eyes were wandering over the ceiling tiles’ design as though he’d practically forgotten about my presence
>Yeah, except, the moment I leave, you’re going to be running off to tell your friends about me… You won’t even give me the good graces of a head start…
>As I yanked open the restroom door, I could at least take solace in the fact that its handle would be more cumbersome with hooves than it was with hands, yielding a few precious seconds
>I did my best to remain quiet as I jogged down the hallway toward the stairwell, my pistol leading the way as its cold steel muzzle probed for the warm furry muzzle of any pony lying in wait
>Far behind me, a fortepiano clamor of Morning Star slamming the restroom door and then fleeing down a separate hallway commenced the countdown’s ticking
>If I stayed in this hallway I’d be truly screwed, and while the engineering building was certainly large, the thought of engaging in an indefinite siege here made my hair stand on end
>I needed to get out, and first, I needed to get out of this building’s basement
>To my horror, a distant thunder of hoofsteps was already rumbling through the girders far above, worrying me before I even got to the utility door separating myself from the stairwell

>>30730197
>My heart raced as the thought crossed my mind that a pony may have preemptively noticed Morning Star’s absence and alerted the rest of their herd, whipping a flurry of hooves into action
>The best I could do, in any situation, was press onwards as I threw the door open to reveal the marble steps of one of the building’s grandiose stairwells
>With my pistol fixated on the stairs’ apex, rays of daylight cut through the musty air filling the cramped quarters, the brilliant radiance spilling in through a plethora of ground-level windows
>All I needed to do was open one of them… freedom… escape…
>As I cautiously pushed upwards into a hallway featuring a long line of office doors, the pistol spun about while the air filled with the semi-remote thunder of hooves and muted shouting
>I couldn’t tell exactly where the ponies were, but as I briefly paused to ensure I didn’t misstep, the hallway just beyond an ajar utility door to my side exploded with a tremendous crash
>Somewhere just beyond, a mare was domineeringly sending forth a curt tirade of menacing words
>Instinctively, I thumbed at the pistol’s safety to ensure that it was ready to fire, aimed through the crack provided by the slightly open door, and lined up the sights with…
>Holy shit, it’s a human! How did HE survive all this time?!
>I shoved the door open and lunged into the hallway, wedging the entrance tightly shut behind me so that any pursuing ponies couldn’t easily catch us from behind
>The man standing between me and the orange Pegasus a few yards beyond was unwaveringly fixated on her, and as he raised his hands in terror, I could see he woefully lacked a weapon
>His posture communicated one of near-paralysis as his eyes darted over the Pegasus’ flared wings, locking up after realizing that his escape options where severely limited

>>30730209
>Before he could do anything too rash, I charged forward and knocked him to the ground, planting the sole of my shoe on his shoulder so he wouldn’t be able to move around too much
>It certainly wasn’t gentle, and I verily regretted slamming his face into the floor and knocking the wind out of him, but worse things have happened in less dire circumstances
>The Pegasus grinned wickedly in the direction of the gun now levelled in her direction, paying it far less heed than the tempting prospect of increasing her score by two with a single attack
>My gaze rapidly vacillated between the pony and the human beneath my foot, as I hadn’t gotten a good enough look at him to ensure that he was, indeed, fully human
>That is to say, I didn’t know whether he was really worth saving, or just a helplessly infected victim coerced by this Pegasus who had done the very same with Chloe…
>My cursory glances, however, proved very promising – from head to toe, his coloration seemed positively bland
“Holy cow, look at you! You’re quite a sight for sore eyes!”
>I lowered the pistol and snagged its front sight on the base of his shirt, dragging the grey and blue cotton fabrics along as a sizable patch of skin came into view… devoid of fur or feathers
>Looks like I got here just in time, man… Today’s your lucky day…
>As I eyed the orange Pegasus anew, she flicked an ear and continued carefully studying the pair of humans before her, which she undoubtedly hoped would soon represent easy prey
“Clementine, I don’t believe we’ve met – I’m sure you’d like to befriend this one?”
>“You bet your apples I would – got twenty-two friends just like him – but something tells we you’re going to be less than cooperative in handing him over”

>>30730218
>I tried to sneak a wry smile, but instead found myself troubled by the sudden grappling of the man beneath my foot, his sudden movements proving tricky to compensate for
>As I struggled to solidify my balance, I leaned more weight into his back while the pistol’s slipped along his spine and into the air
>While I tightened my grip on the firearm and looked at the agitated pony, the man let out a weak cry, apparently apathetic of how close his wrestling had brought him to getting shot
“Sorry, Clementine, but this one’s mine”
>I couldn’t fathom why a seemingly full-blooded human would rather take his chances with a Pegasus like Clementine Breeze than with me, but for some reason, he renewed his fight
>Maybe panic combined with too much late-night television, and he thought I was going to take him back to camp to cannibalize him?
“Hey, whoa, stop fighting, I’m one of the good guys”
>“Fuck you! Get off me! Get away!”
>As one of his legs took a decently powerful, yet poorly aimed, swing at my crotch, I did everything I could to help quell his fears
>His quickening breathing provided a clear indicator that I wasn’t doing a very good job
“Calm down, you’re going to be alright… Just relax, alright? Nothing bad’s going to happen to you”
>With one foot still planted on the unmoving tile, I adjusted my posture so that, not only did I have a shoe on his shoulder, but I could pin his shifting shoulder blades using my free hand
>In light of the fact that my gloves had been stashed in my backpack, I couldn’t shake the slight unease that I may have missed sight a small patch of fur somewhere

>>30730231
>Nonetheless, as I planted the base of my palm on one shoulder blade and three of my fingers on the other, I noticed nothing out of the ordinary that could signify fur or hoof growth
>After doing so, I glanced back at Clementine Breeze, the restless Pegasus now methodically shifting back and forth with slightly folded wings that ruffled with the hallway’s slight breeze
>Her ears twitched and spun about, and as I listened closely, I could tell exactly why
>Only a few inches through the mortar composing the walls, or a few inches beyond the steel composing the ceilings’ and floors’ girders, were numerous herds of ponies
>And boy, they all wanted to make some new friends today…
>“No, please! At least let me take off my clothes, or something! You won! Stop, stop! You won!”
“Sshhh… not so loud…”
>I pressed into the man’s back with renewed force as he continued to struggle, his breathing quickening further as primal grunts bellowed forth from his lower gut
>Within a few seconds, the quick gasps of air died away, and he began to relax… and relax… until his whole body had fallen limp beneath my foot and hand
>As I moved my free hand to the front of his face to check for airflow, as well as to his neck to check for a pulse, I let out a sigh of relief that I hadn’t killed the only other human in town
>Still, there was a limp body beneath my foot, and no fewer than a half dozen ponies who would eagerly descend on him soon if I didn’t get both of us moving

>>30730239
>“What the hay did you do to him? I can’t befriend him if he’s dead, you know”
“He’s not dead, he just passed out because he was scared of… oh… shoot, I told him my name, right? He does know I’m a human?”
>“Yeah, oops”
>After shrugging almost imperceptibly, Clementine Breeze absentmindedly licked her lips and primed herself in a position signaling an eager readiness to pounce
>I unflaggingly kept her in my vision, but with thoughts of escape consuming my mind, I was crushed to scan my surroundings and find no ideal route of escape
>On one side, a multicolored aura of several unicorns’ magic had enveloped the doorway leading from the stairwell in the corridor’s midsection, the hefty locks shuddering under the force
>Behind us, an unwavering rhythm of crashes rang out from the steel utility door as a pair of determined ponies drove their hooves into it with steady resolve
>There were no escape routes except… maybe…
>As I shut one eye and stared down the pistol’s sights, the solution finally clicked
>Except for going past Clementine Breeze…
>I mean, I’d been scared of taking the shot before this because the herd was going to converge on me… but that didn’t seem to be a concern when every pony in town was here already
>I straightened out my arm in the hopes of staving off tinnitus, gently fanning my fingers outwards and rewrapping them in a firm grip around the pistol as I aligned the sights

>>30730245
>“You won’t do it. I know you won’t do it”
>The front sight drifted to Clementine Breeze’s burly chest of fluffy, orange fur, bracketed by her anxiously twitching wings, and halted there as I released a long exhale
>I barely even registered the sensation of gently squeezing the trigger, or the initial crack of gunpowder, or the puff of disturbed fur as the bullet met its target
>A moment later, however, I did notice the deafening roar echoing through the hallway, despite my ears registering a high-pitched ringing over it all
>I noticed Clementine Breeze’s eyes go wide and her stance weakly shudder backward, while her ears suddenly found themselves at attention
>And most of all, I noticed the growing spot of red that attempted to compliment her lurid orange fur to the side of her torso

This is the part where I remind everyone – whether you’re at home, work, or school – it’s important to always have an exit plan!
Cuddly Doom will continue its standard Monday/Thursday schedule with its next update on the evening of Thursday August 17th.
I hope you all have an excellent week!

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If you stare directly at the eclipse on the 21st without eye protection, you become best princess

>>30730250
Awesome chapter so far, hooray for James' continued survival!
RIP Clementine Breeze, we hardly knew ye.

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>>30730250
>>And most of all, I noticed the growing spot of red that attempted to compliment her lurid orange fur to the side of her torso.
Fuck you Clementine Breeze, I hope you choke to death on your own blood. That's for the 22 you took.

>>30730250
Wow, that was a really good fakeout. I was scared I'd have to come to terms with James' fate today and I'm glad to see that won't be an issue!

>>30730250
On one hand, James potentially has a (human) friend now.
On the other, the ponies are going to be PISSED to learn that one of their own has shot.

>>30730423
>the death of worst pony
a bloo bloo

The REAL question is if Clementine has it in her to lunge at Peter, and then you gotta wonder what the ponies really had in mind when Andrew showed up to talk with James. Did he really escape or was it all a ploy?

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>>30730816
Assuming pony anatomy is similar to that of a horse, she's pretty fucking dead. I doubt she's going to have much strength to fight but she's a pegasus and they're stubborn like that so who knows?

Wait. Hold on. Is that Lexi in the OP? What did I miss last thread holy shit.

>>30730952
Lexi got rebooted

>>30730972
For real? Shit he's a month late for Christmas in July.

>>30730250
I don't like it when cute things die, but seriously fuck Clementine Breeze.

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>turned into a pony but didn't get the gender you expected.

>>30730952
Good to see that the op is doing its job of telling you what you missed last thread.

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If you cuddle the pone, take any pills that taste of marinara, be subjected to nanomachines or magic, get injured, acquire debts and sold off, cursed, or commit SCIENCE! ,You too can be the cute pone

>>30732582
It's images like that one that most make me most regret not being the cutely dressed pony with wiggly ears.

>>30730250
Thats what you get for perverting friendship you sadistic whorse, you brought this on yourself.
Cuddles > torture.

Little do the cuddly ponies of doom realise but elsewhere on the planet teams of gryphons are turning people into gryphons by beaking them, dragons are turning people into dragons via immolation and yaks are turning people into yaks by stomping on them.

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>>30730875
There's not much you need to know about pony anatomy.

>>30733548
It all becomes intuitive once you become one of them.

More Lexi 2.0 when?

>>30733780
There once was a pony named Lexi
The stallions thought she was sexy
She acted a prude
'cos she was a dude
turned into a mare most vexedly.

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>>30734774
>"I dunno anon, what do you think about STD's?
"Which ones?"
>"Yes."

What happened with that dragon thread, did they finally merge with this?

>>30735003
Rebranded as a non-transformation specific dragon thread and then faded into obscurity.

>>30733780
Soon, very soon.

>>30734172
I approve this limmerick

>>30735026
>faded into obscurity

It was a collective decision to let it die amongst the writers on our discord server. One member of the server was very zealous and kept pushing things to keep going, but none of us really wanted to. I know I've focused more on writing here, having actual readers and all. Yeah, we faded, but we initially tried to die with some dignity, can't blame the guy for wanting to keep it going though.

>>30735249
so do they still write?
>discord
link

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>>30734941
Foals are the real STD.

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>>30735230
I can hardly wait.

>>30735341
I write here, I believe Mage has written for a few other threads, Purple still draws and writes, Lask has been drawing, so we all have been doing stuff. We aren't as focused on dragon green text, but we haven't forgotten what we did. I may even return to dragons some day.

Here's the discord link, feel free to pop in: https://discord.gg/zXmpXy

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Take the hands-on approach to pony transformation.

>>30730250
Clementine is the new Nick
She was a monster and got what she deserved

>>30734172
Anyone else got any limericks, haikus, or other poetry?

Let's guess that you can transform into a pone with a medical operation so easily like a sex change, would you do that with the consequence of have to explain all of your family and friends why you decided to give up your humanity and even be hated for some conservative idiots?

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Let's try and get a bit more discussion going in the thread. Make sure you're replying to content and ideas with your feedback and input.

>>30736929
Nope, make it a nice easy magic tf. I think I could give my friends and family a decent explanation. "I'm damn cute" should suffice.

>>30736945
Why don't you shut the fuck up and stop telling me what to do

>>30730273
This is a scientific fact, ADVENTURERS! do you not want to be a cuddly, nay the cuddliest horse princesss?!!?!? Stare at the eclipse, become famous, and amaze YOU FRIENDS!

>>30730318
I hope he fucks the bullet hole (with protection). Then again I'm a big fan of consent and free will

>>30737064
The blindness isn't worth it.

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Tfw you've read all the stories in the transformation archive :(

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>>30738041
Have you tried writing your own?
It may help you get over the fact that you're not currently a pony
Cuddly Doom should be updating tomorrow as well, for all of your equination needs

>>30736929
>like a sex change.
Not unless the medical sciences became so advanced there was no distinguishing between natural born and artificial.

>>30738185
I agree, for me it has to be perfect or nothing at all.

>>30738041
If you're really desperate you can try fimfiction for more. >>30738063 is also a good idea.

>>30738185
>>30738316
What makes a pony perfect for you?

>>30738574
What would make a pony perfect for me?
I would prefer, if possible, for the changes to be magical rather than effected by science (i.e. pon-E usage). So going along with that logic, it would also be preferable to be transported to Equestria and perhaps have my mind altered in someway. Perhaps not in a way that would remove my memories, but more along the lines of personality alterations so I could live a 'normal' life there. A perfect pony is therefore one that is just kinda... normal?

>>30738627
Drop the mental changes and then this is perfect.

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>ywn be Glim

What are people's favourite pony tf related images?

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>>30738980

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>>30738980
Heiress of Chaos spawned a pretty nice sequence recently.


I need more Heiress.

>>30736388
What happened to this thread btw? Anyone got an archive link etc?

>>30739004
It was mentioned above. Our thread has slowed to a snail pace with little to no interaction so a lot of us writers felt like we were writing and hoping someone read where on other threads the interaction was far more present. We're all still around the discord but the thread is no more.

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>>30738980

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>>30738980

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I thought I had a version of this where the pony had a smile

I guess I've been affected by the Mandela effect

>>30738980
One can only hope.

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>>30738980

>>30739080
I know the one. I'll find it for you when I'm not on a phone, unless someone gets there ahead of me.

>>30707424
Your pacing seems rather hasty in this story.

>>30739104
What are you hoping for Anon?

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>>30738980

>>30739105
That's amazingly cute. I would watch her sleep, then wake up, freak out and then cuddle her comfortingly.

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>>30739080

>>30714424
This was great, I particularly liked the string bondage bit and other humorous moments.
I bet they are former humans. Converts are always the most zealous.

Swine flu and bird flu failed to live up to the hype.
We need more Flu Season, Ranger. Don't let pony flu end up the same way.

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>>30738980

>>30740169
Thats the kind of smile i'd have as the situation slowly sunk in.
I'd just lie there on the floor, simply feeling my new body, slowly wiggling my hooves, swishing my tail and swiveling my ears.
Life would be good.
And now i'm depressed that this wont ever happen.

>>30736995
It's what's good for the thread, Anon.

>>30738991
>>30739080
>>30739105
I'd love to see more of this sort of art. I much prefer it over the process TF stuff or the 'TF by colour coding' Anonpony stuff.

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>>30724175
Please tell me this is fanart for a story
And then link said story

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>>30741482
Certainly, Anon. Here's part one
https://pastebin.com/TjVcSyB6
There are a couple more chapters after that but sadly the story will never be finished.

>>30741500
>There are a couple more chapters after that but sadly the story will never be finished.
What do you mean? It says on the pastebin that the latest chapter was pretty recent, just the 18th of July...
>2014
Oh
No

>>30741215
Sure it's great if it's something you saw coming and were mentally prepared for. Otherwise it's an entirely more horrifying matter.

>>30741500
Any more stories like this?
I don't mean trap ponies (although they'd be appreciated), I mean more like this Zephyr-like vibe of happy "I hated being pone but being pone feels nice"
I've read so many fics from the google docs and fimfiction that I end up just stumbling upon repeats when I try to look again for more

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>>30741783
Maybe i'm just weird, but i'm mentally prepared for a whole bunch of things that are a bit outlandish, spontainiously becoming a small horse is actually one of the less unusual.
Going through countless iterations of different scenarios in my imagination is pretty much the only way i get to sleep nowadays.

>>30741811
Here's a random pet story from a long time ago. https://pastebin.com/12B8M3Gn

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>you will never spike the punch at a busy party with pony transformation drugs.

>>30741908
Ugh.
It had the potential to be cute, but a lot of these self insert stories get obnoxious when the author is clearly self inserting with personal traits shoehorned into the narration.
In this case it's the "I am leet hax0r" shtick, although this "trope" is much more frequently seen with TG authors having a weird fixation for droning about music and the bands they like.

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To become a pony you must give one a hug of true friendship, none of that phony instant friendship cuddly doom nonsense.

>>30741500
>https://pastebin.com/TjVcSyB6
The page has been removed.

>>30739590
To be transformed into a technicolour pony

You can only become a pretty pony if a pony pee's in your butt

>>30735230
I trusted you

>>30743054
Hey, I'm busy, but as soon as I have leisure time to write and feel like writing, Lexi is coming.

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>>30742436
Crap, well I guess I'll never get to be a pony.

More Lucky when?
We where just getting to the big reveal

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>>30742436
What happens if pic related instead of a hug?

>>30743584
I'll be your friend senpai.

>>30743916
Right? We need more lucky ;_;

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>>30744213

>>>30743584
>I'll be your friend senpai.

It's not that I don't have friends it's that I don't think I'd be capable of performing a "hug of true friendship" it's not something you can fake and magic can always tell the difference. But I appreciate the offer.

>>30742494
Are you sure? It works completely fine for me.

>>30743916
>>30744244
That story had better not be dead.

>>30744487
Must've accidentally followed the wrong link or something

>>30744868
>only copied part of the link

I've done that before, it happens to everyone

>>30720646
>you will never be turned into a stallion, then into a mare, and then into a filly.

>>30745370
But pickle anonfilly

>>30742655
There's your problem. You're passively waiting for transformation to come to you, rather than going and seeking out the means of being a pretty pony.

>>30745370
Interesting how it breaks down the typical anonfilly transformation into its component parts, species, gender and age.

>>30743342
Good luck. This story excites me.

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>>30745811
Lemon tek an ounce of shrooms, that should do the trick.

>>30746199
>transformation into a pony thanks to a new hallucinogenic drug, followed by freaking out when the transformation is discovered to be real.

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Ohhhhh shit it's update day

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>>30746687
Oh man.
>>30746635
Sounds like there's no downside to that.

>>30746822
The downside is for the dealers who don't get repeat customers.
And for the pony too, making the reasonable assumption that they were unwilling.

>An Anon desperate to be a pony reads Cuddly Doom.
>Taking inspiration from it, he heads into a field to hug a horse.
>The horse turns into a very confused humanised pony.

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>>30747228
I'm sure the dealer would get repeat business, it's not like you can turn anymore into a pony and its still a hallucinogen. A pretty kick ass one at that.

>>30747421
Stupid anon, the pony has to hug you, not the other way around.

>Ponies stage an intervention for Anon to free him of his addiction to being human.

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>>30747818
>"Hey, I can quit being human anytime I want to. I'm not the one with the problem it's you ponies and your pony ways. I just like having fingers and being tall ok."

>>30747228
Or the downside could be that you aren't genderswapped. Dun dun dun!

>>30747818
>"Has there been any change doctor?"
>"I'm afraid not miss, the curse is immensely powerful, he's lucky to be alive."
>"Yeah, 'lucky'."
>"Now now, none of that, 'staying positive is half the cure' as my mentor always used to say, would you like me to leave the room while you talk with him?"
>"...Yes please."
>"Alright, now remember to just be yourself, let him know any recent events and such, a friendly voice will help regardless of what you talk about."
>...
>"Hello anon, i'd ask how you've been but i think we both know the answer to that you lazy colt."
>"My sister got accepted into the wonderbolts last week, i still dont understand her hype about those guys, but i guess the uniform is nice."
>"You should have seen how happy she was to get that letter, prancing around as if she was a little filly again."
>...
>"We miss you anon, we all do, please come home soon."
>The mare's voice cracks slightly as she gently holds an unresponsive hoof with her own.
>"Please wake up."

>>30748420
>>"Please wake up; am horse."

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>>30748299
Boring. If you're going to be the pony, embrace change and try the opposite gender too.

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I want a pony-turned-human to ride me

>>30749198
>Anon shows up in Equestria riding his horse.
>The ponies are shocked by this display of subjugation.
>The princess turns him into a pony as punishment.
>He's forced to wear a saddle and provide a taxi service for any pony in need of a ride.

CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30730250) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/Zee6T7Wc
The story’s full chapter directory can be found here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0By-iGM4MXF8lSS1HcUM5OVFZMU0

>As a narrow trickle of blood began to snake its way down Clementine Breeze’s chest and pivoted toward the upper portion of her leg, the Pegasus’ weakened muscles started to tremble
>I didn’t know whether the bullet was a direct hit to any vital organs given its downwards trajectory to the diminutive mare
>However, her strength was visibly sapped, so it clearly did a lot of damage in one form or another
>She gently lowered herself into a seated position before gravity brought her further downwards, collapsing through the final inches with reckless abandon
>From her uncharacteristically meek posture, she slowly let her head roll in whatever direction it chose, bringing her gaze to focus on nothing in particular
>Her half-lidded eyes were glazed over, and short, labored breaths issued forth from her flared nostrils & ajar mouth as she abruptly found herself amidst a battle for her life
>After a few seconds of aimlessness, she directed her attention inaccurately in the direction of the listless man beneath my foot, sporting a desperate, pleading, and guilty expression
>“Can you wake him up…”
>I peered at her sluggishly preoccupied face through the pistol’s sights, lining up my aim with a spot squarely between her eyes
“Why would I owe you any favors?”
>“Come on… I don’t… I don’t want to die… Please… He’s an EMT… He’ll know what to do…”
>I’d never put much thought into how much energy it took to cry, but even as Clementine Breeze’s gasps became choked and increasingly strained, tears gathered in the corners of her eyes

>>30749636
>Her ears, once perked and attendant, began to falter into a flattened state against her head as their utility waned, like the first petals of a dying flower beginning to wither away
“Well, he’s pretty well knocked out at this point”
>“O-O-Oh… Okay…”
>She tried to raise her eyes to meet mine, but as her skirmish with gravity ended in a poignant loss, her vision stalled at the level of the horizon
>It wasn’t angled high enough to focus on me, and it wasn’t low enough to notice the pool of deep crimson gradually spreading beneath her wound
>While paused halfway, she performed the slowest blink I could imagine, gradually rolling her eyelids shut and narrowly open again over the span of several seconds
>“Blank… B-B…”
>The mare fell silent as a weak, trembling exhale escaped her throat
“What is it, Clementine?”
>“Blanket…”
>She softly lowered her head to the floor as her body began to shiver, even though wrapped in the plush down of her feathers and a cozy layer of fur
“I’ll see what I can do for you, Clementine, you want to take a nice nap?”
>A weak sigh of affirmation heralded the final drips of lifeblood slipping from Clementine Breeze as she let her eyes slump closed, her muscles relaxing from chest to tail
>Given that I’d come to tune out the frantic cries of the nearby ponies and each panic-stricken assault they levied against the doors, the corridor became remarkably tranquil
>There were two inert bodies at my feet, but as I glanced down at the grey hoodie draped over one of them, the gentle rise and fall of respiration could be discerned through it
>The same couldn’t be said for the unmoving orange fur coating the other body

>>30749646
>We were sitting ducks if we stayed in this hallway, considering there weren’t any other humans for miles with which the hundreds of ponies around here could occupy their time
>I clicked the pistol’s safety on and tucked it into my belt, seeing as I’d been too hasty to find a proper holster for it, but would still need two hands for what I was about to do
>As I stooped down to pick up the man, I tried to do so as gently and noiselessly as possible, but it was trivial after the loud crack of the gunshot that left my ears still faintly ringing
>I didn’t do a great job either, as the act of hoisting him into a fireman’s carry over my shoulders prodded him with the rifle in my backpack, and a distressing grunt could be clearly heard
>Nevertheless, as I carefully trudged in a generous arc around Clementine Breeze’s body, the hallway ahead looked clear…
>We were making progress…
>Proceeding to the hallway’s corner, I lowered one hand toward my waist in expectation of ponies lying in wait around the wall, hoping to ambush the markedly armed humans
>None materialized as the remaining half of the dark hallway came into view, the interior walls bearing no windows as a singular battery-operated string of lights weakly illuminated the chaos
>The corridor’s length was filled with numerous curious artifacts of human civilization throw intermittently in small heaps against the walls
>Papers… office supplies… a couple of large, heavy filing cabinets… a desk here and there…
>This certainly seemed to be an odd place for these furnishings… wouldn’t they be more appropriate within the offices a few yards away?

>>30749656
>I mused over the mysterious tumult for a few moments before a sharp thump on a door near one of the piles attracted my attention, an unseen pony attempting to breach the barricade
>The closer I looked, the more it became obvious that the filing cabinets had been intentionally piled against some of the doors, while the doors that could actually be locked had been sealed
>Holy shit, Clementine Breeze was so intent on being the one to make the kill, that she was willing to shut herself in the pincer with her prey? That’s gutsy…
>Her hubris, while tragic for the recently deceased hunter, ended up playing into our hand, as the ponies found it considerably difficult to quickly chip away at the hallway’s defenses
>All the same, I couldn’t count on humble locks, a wedged door, a lack of windows, or even the seemingly adamantine might of steel and concrete to hold back the herd’s resolve forever
>The volume of the ponies’ cacophonous kicks grew louder with each additional pair of hooves, and as crashes continued echoing from every direction, I knew they only needed one success
>Moreover, attempting to defend the corridor if there were multiple simultaneous entries would be a near-impossibility
>Clementine Breeze had been only one pony, and moreover, an unmoving target fully convinced I wouldn’t take the shot after granting me plentiful time to line it up
>While at the firing range, I’d never practiced with moving targets… Or, for that matter, multiple assailants…
>As I readjusted the man hanging over my shoulders, I freed up a hand to begin probing the twenty to thirty doors filling the hallway’s hundred-plus foot length that stretched out before me

>>30749513
That would last as long as it would take for Anon's horse to shit in the royal garden and eat her flower beds.

>>30749659
>I first tried the doors on the hallway’s eastern side, considering that, just maybe, one of the rooms could’ve connected through to the parallel hallway at the building’s edge
>That hallway had a promising bank of office doors offering possible egress, and moreover, the machine shop’s door was there, and that’s where I needed to go to find the radio’s final parts
>As I wiggled the doorknobs, many appeared to be sternly locked, and by the fifth failure, my uneasy hope was beginning to evaporate
>A breakthrough came immediately after, but not only with the very next doorknob I tried, but also with the distant crash of the utility door exploding open somewhere around the corner
>With my impromptu barrier no longer forestalling the deluge of furiously shouting equines from rushing into the hallway, I hustled into the dark room, threw the door closed, and locked it
>“Clementine Breeze, are you okay? It sounded like there were fireworks in here”
>“Melody, didn’t you hear what Cobalt said? She… it wasn’t…”
>“Clementine, wake up! Why are you sleeping?! Wake up! Wake up!”
>Even as the rattled exchange between the two unseen stallions became louder and more frantic, it was drowned out by a second door breach and a group of mares surging into the hallway
>“The two of them are around here; there were two voices I heard!”
>“Yeah, I heard that too – where’d they go? Which door did they go in?”
>“I didn’t see, did you? None of these doors have windows… uh…”
>A brief pause ensued, most likely from the ponies either diligently unlocking hallway doors for their comrades, or attempting to gain access to one of the rooms
>The fleeting tranquility was interrupted when a cry of frustration was accompanied by a hollow, metallic crash of hooves against one of the distant doors

>>30749664
>“All these feather-fluttering doors are locked, and my hooves already hurt like all get out!”
>“Mine too! The utility door back there was hard, hard steel!”
>“Me three! Would somepony please find Blueberry?”
>“He doesn’t have his lockpicking tools with him, you know. He left them at home…”
>“Don’t worry, we’ve got time – we’ve got nothing but time at this point”
>“Okay, yeah, I mean, so long as the Pegasi are keeping watch over the outside of the building… I’ll go find him. Hang tight, everypony”
>Serenity briefly returned as a couple sets of hooves departed down the hallway, audibly weaving around the ponies scattered along its length
>As the man over my shoulders began to stir, I suddenly dreaded the notion that he could awaken kicking and screaming, if he were under the impression that ponies had descended on him
>With his intermittent groans of slight disorientation becoming less hushed with each passing moment, I retrieved my flashlight, clicked it on, and maneuvered through the pitch black room
>The room’s back wall, which caught much of the light, featured a plethora of safety and academic posters, and of far more interest was a door or unknown destination
>I filed its presence away in the back of my mind, taking note of its simple lock that, if I wanted to open the door, could be quickly undone… hopefully not by any dexterous unicorns, though…
>Upon arriving in a small side room far away from the hallway door, I rolled the man into a seated position against some cabinetry, propping his body up as his head lolled to the side
>I eased myself next to him, wrapping a hand over his shoulder and covering his mouth shortly before he unconsciously muttered a few muffled words
>Within a minute or two, his eyelids slowly fluttered open, becoming wide and frantic as he tried to figure out where he was, and more importantly, what species he’d become

>>30749669
>I raised my free hand a few inches in front of his face and waggled my fingers, which initially confused him, but importantly, succeeded in stymieing his outcry
>As he raised his own fingers into view and carefully studied them, I retracted my hand that had been cupped over his befuddled mouth
>He glanced at me with bewilderment in his eyes, even as his expression attempted to present an ephemeral effigy of a smile, before speaking up in a gentle whisper
>“What the hell happened…”
“Your fuckin’ guardian angel showed up, kid”
>As a calm sigh of relief echoed through the cramped alcove, I leaned forward to gently shut the side room’s door, putting two doors’ safety between us and the herd of equines in the hall
>Upon moving to secure the door, my heart sank when I realized that we wouldn’t have the luxury of a locked second barrier, as any unicorn could swing the handle with an ounce of effort
>However, as the two of us rose to our feet and my newfound companion redoubled his trust in his hands, it was consoling to talk without suspicion of being easily heard by prying ears
>“Why did you save me? Where’s the orange Pegasus? And who the hell are you?”
“My name’s Peter… sorry for not saying so earlier when things got a bit rough”
>“No kidding, I… I thought I was done for. Call me James. Seriously, I owe you one if we make it out of this”
>The low, dull crash of hooves rang out in the dim void as an impatient pony hastily and fruitlessly labored at one of the many doors speckling the hallway’s edge
“Yeah, about that contingency… To get you up to speed, I brought you into… well, one of the labs in here. The ponies just don’t know which one but they’re doing their best to figure it out”
>“That Pegasus was watching yours and my every move – I’m surprised you got out of her sight”

>>30749676
“Clementine Breeze isn’t, um, she isn’t on my list of concerns anymore, and while I wish she hadn’t brought this on herself…”
>Even though James and I were both standing, it was still a bit tricky to simultaneously lift up the edge of my shirt, slightly contort my upper body, and point the flashlight at my waist
>Nonetheless, as the brilliant white light glistened off the shimmering steel of the handgun tucked into my belt, James saw and understood my implication loud and clear
>As if to drive the point home, I tenderly plucked the pistol from my belt and stared at its imposing silhouette in my hand, its weight one cartridge lighter than it had been a few minutes ago
>“Peter, you… you killed her?”
>James tried to maintain the stern expression written across his face, but as a series of slight tics wriggled through, he appeared preemptively disturbed by the answer he knew he’d receive
“This was a pony that didn’t want to ‘befriend’ you, James. She kept score of the humans she caught as though it were a game, and we were nothing more than a two point addition”
>“Well, sure, I mean, I think I actually talked to another pony who was in on that… Storm Cloud, this chipper little purple Pegasus… it’s just… it’s not as though she was the root of all evil…”
“Well, I hope for her sake, as well as ours, that she doesn’t take this… ‘hunting’ thing very seriously. I’m not in this to kill ponies for the fun of it”
>“I didn’t say she’s a senseless ‘hunter’ with a death wish… Just because she keeps track doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about her friends afterwards…”
>Conflicting forces cancelled out as they tried raising my eyebrows in stunned surprise, while concurrently furrowing my brow in tremendous confusion
“And how could either of us know whether she cares about the people she turns? I mean, no offense, but someone would have to be insane to do that kind if recon in the lion’s den”

>>30749682
>“I was led to believe that, even now, she still looks out for her friend, Sky Meadows. I think that was the first pony she befriended, and she cares about her more than befriending new ones”
>James spoke unfalteringly, firmly gesturing with the aid of an outstretched finger at his talking points afloat in the air
>I shifted the weight between my feet as a feeling of unease bubbled up within my otherwise pervasive bewilderment
“How the hell would you even know something like that? What would possibly lead to you say that so confidently?”
>“She had the chance to turn me into one of them, but she let me go so that she could be with Sky Meadows after they’d spent ten, eleven, twelve hours apart”
>As a shiver ran up my spine, I abruptly started to feel the weight of the pistol in my hand again, the dense steel asserting its heft anew
>First it had been Chloe, now you, James?
>One of these days, I was going to find a human who had genuinely succeeded at surviving the herd, but my optimism of that day being today was rapidly fading
>I thought I’d been thorough enough looking him over, checking his back, hands, hand – the whole nine yards short of rolling him over or pulling down his pants…
>But… yesterday, Clementine Breeze was talking about how it would help to be crafty with how little infection could be spread, ‘a single small patch of fur’ was all she said would be necessary
>What if James had tucked a few strands of tail or a few tufts of fur beneath his pants, and he was as much of a time bomb as Chloe had been?
>For all I knew, I’d not only put my own escape in jeopardy, but also willingly hoisted a doomed man over my shoulders, to fall into what may have been just another clever ploy by the ponies
“This Storm Cloud pony was just, like, basically on top of you, and then said, ‘fuck it, never mind?’”

>>30749691
>James, now levelling his gaze in my direction, paid particular attention to the pistol as he silently recognized my own uneasiness
>“I mean… basically... It happened a couple of times, but each time, Sky Meadows stopped her from going forward with it…”
>A soft click accompanied the pistol’s safety going off, and while I didn’t have a ton of space in the cramped room to put more than five yards’ distance between us, I backed up to the wall
>James, illuminated in the flashlight’s circular radiance, featured the mortified expression of a deer caught in the headlights as the gun’s business end rose into view, wavering in my shaky grip
“I’m s-sorry… James, turn arou-”
>“Peter, stop, I never said I was infected…”
“Turn around, put your hands on your head, face the door. I… I’m not going to shout or else the ponies might hear”
>“Look, I’m telling you, dude, I’m not infected… please… you have to believe me on this…”
>I avoided exerting verbal austerity in hopes of keeping him calm, but when I made a pair of jittery coaxing motions with the pistol, he was clearly unnerved
>As James bit his lip and slowly obeyed my commands, his pleading expression turned away at the last possible moment, lest he pass up a few more moments to garner my sympathies
“I’m not going to execute you here and now, if that’s where you think this is going. I already said: I’m worried about the ponies hearing. So that’s not going to happen”
>James released a long, tremulous exhale as he gently stroked his gloved fingers in slow, introspective motions through his hair
>“You think I may as well already be one of them, though…”
“It isn’t your fault. The ponies use it like a hunting tactic. Get one person sufficiently horsed up, then turn nearby humans friendly enough to play ball with the herd”

>>30749697
>“They didn’t do that to me… I looked myself over and didn’t find anything… hell, as far as stomachs go, I don’t think ponies can even digest meat, yet Sky Meadows fed me some when…”
>James trailed off and I felt a shiver rack my body as the thought of the ponies somehow spiking the food supply arose in each of our minds
“It’s my wish that we didn’t have anything to worry about. Again, I’m sorry about what I’m asking you to do. Truly, I am. Take off your clothes, all of them”
>James was slow to comply, eventually removing his gloves amid a pair of sharp snaps before rubbing his eyes with the base of his exposed palms
>“Peter, you’re not going to make me walk the plank, are you? I don’t want to be one of them… I… You know I’d just give your location away? It’d be as bad for you as it would be for me…”
“James, we’re going to look you over, head to toe, and it’s my sincere hope that we don’t find anything, and that’s the end of it”
>He stared distantly at his feet while tenderly pulling the hoodie away from his body, revealing a faded Carmine Ambulance logo on a curtain of dark blue cotton
>“And… And if we do?”
>I rewrapped my fingers around the pistol’s grip as I let out a soft, apprehensive sigh
>If the situation came down to it, the truth was going to hurt, but considering James seemed to have mentally held up thus far, he deserved to hear it unabridged
“You’ll have been… doomed from the start... I’m sorry... I won’t kill you – the least we can do is make sure the herd only grows by one today… I just hope it doesn’t come to that…”
>James slowly nodded as he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing the well-formed muscles of his back, and more importantly, a distinct and utter lack of misplaced feathers

>>30749707
>His shoes and socks followed, and after a bit of fidgeting and the metallic scraping of a belt latch, his jeans fell to the floor and were kicked away
>For the sake of letting James keep a shred of his dignity, the pistol’s aim descended so he wasn’t being held at gunpoint during the final steps
>My face turned profusely red on account of the necessary embarrassment, and I could only pray that James didn’t sense it in my voice
“Underwear too… I just… want to be sure you don’t have a tail or stallion parts tucked away. Again, I’m sorry…”
>James suppressed the audible groan I expected from him, but an annoyed roll of his head said everything he refused to vocalize
>After dropping his drawers, he gradually turned himself in a circle, slowly enough to leave no reasonable doubt that he was fully human, but with certain eagerness for the ordeal to end
>“Peter, how come you don’t need to go through this shit? How do I know you’re not half pony under there?”
“If I were half pony, I wouldn’t have saved your ass and shot ‘another herd member’ in the process. Now do you want to keep talking, or get dressed?”
>Finding my response sufficient, James nodded in affirmation and let his expression soften upon gradually acknowledging he was no longer being held at gunpoint
>While keenly searching for the socks that went with each shoe, he shot me a lukewarm smile
>“You know, if the ponies rushed in here right now, they’d probably set the record for a conversion. A dozen of them, no clothes on me, man to mare in four seconds flat”
>Much as I didn’t want to laugh at his slightly morbid joke, I was unsuccessful at stifling a slight chuckle as James donned his pants
“I’m glad you’ve at least got a sense of humor though it all”

>>30749716
>“Well, It’s not the first time in the past couple days I’ve been strip-searched on suspicion of ponydom…”
“And I’ll say it again. I’m sorry. It’s just that I almost got turned by a half-transformed person myself, so I’m a bit jumpy”
>James was still thoroughly embroiled in redressing himself, and in particular retying his shoes tightly, but his pace slowed noticeably amid his interest in the new conversation topic
>“Half-transformed? What, like… they escaped… when they still had their wits about them?”
>I drew in a long, thoughtful inhale as I mulled over the events of Saturday – how I’d come to know Chloe, build her trust, lose it, and abandon both her and her humanity, all within an hour
“Not exactly… as I sort of mentioned, Clementine Breeze floated the idea of using half-transformed humans as bait, as a trap of sorts”
“They took a person I trusted – well, nowadays, that would be any human, but yesterday, it was a former Carmine student named Chloe that I stumbled upon in one of the lecture halls…”
“Anyways, she got caught in an ambush, and even though she truly thought she’d escaped, it was only because the ponies had willingly let her do so after transforming her a little bit”
“Their idealized goal was for her to approach me, since she already had my trust and was convinced she’d be okay, and spread the infection before I even realized that she was a goner”
“For all I know, it might’ve worked if not for her Pegasus wings tearing through her shirt… I have to count my blessings that was the case”
“I wish there was something I could’ve done for her, but half-transformed humans, really no matter how far gone they are, are like hand grenades after the ponies already pulled the pin…”

>>30749721
>I sighed in grieving memory of the teal Pegasus stallion that had supplanted my short-lived friendship, and after doing so, noticed James staring contemplatively at the floor
>He was putting his hoodie back on with automatic absentmindedness, buried so deep in thought that it would seemingly take a week in an excavator to fully dig him out
“James, is something wrong?”
>He blinked rapidly before returning to reality, allowing his gaze to slowly drift upwards and reestablish eye contact with me
>“Yeah… Yeah, no, I’m fine. Sorry”
“What were you thinking about? Did you catch everything I was saying?”
>“I did – Chloe, half-transformed humans as bait, hand grenades – I’m just wondering… you know… these ponies are really crafty… and… it’s just the two of us now… how fucked are we?”
>James’ voice seemed to waver slightly, as though he may have had other thoughts on his mind, but I didn’t attempt to pry further toward hostile, or possibly nonexistent, worries
>That was exceptionally true when I considered the importance of the question he’d verbalized
“I mean, as you’ve probably noticed, the town’s essentially been cut off. There was a stallion by the name of Morning Star who made quite sure that was the case”
>“That, plus the blackout… I haven’t communicated with anything or anyone outside of a couple miles’ radius since Friday… The last I saw, there were smoke plumes clear out to the river…”
>I scratched the back of my head morosely, considering it was undeniable that the ponies had swept through a massive swath of land in only a few hours, with no sign of letting up
>Still, it hadn’t seemed fast enough to fully engulf an entire continent in just the past two days, so, certainly, somewhere out there, a government and an army must’ve been kicking

>>30749723
“My guess is, beyond the ponies’ reach – and I figure there has to be a front somewhere beyond the horizon – we can contact people. The university has a radio that can do just that”
>James drew back his lips and narrowed his eyes, directing a distant stare at the floor tiles as though they held the grand answers to our escape
>“Peter, I’m guessing you haven’t seen the radio, but my default assumption is that Morning Star smashed it”
“He did, but he didn’t do a good job of it. I didn’t know what I’d make of my master’s degree in electrical engineering when I first got it, but boy, it’s really coming in handy now”
>I eagerly shifted my shoulders and took a knee in order to let my backpack smoothly slide to the ground, settling with a soft thud before the familiar jingle of the zipper heralded its opening
>In my haste, I found myself grappling with the wrong zipper a moment too late, and my face turned bright red as the backpack’s main compartment spilled some of its contents to the floor
>Not only did an apple, some bags of food, and a water bottle spill out, but so too did a bright pink My Little Pony figurine I’d snatched from an abandoned stroller in an act of macabre humor
>I swiftly returned the figurine to the backpack, silently cursing the fact that my luck couldn’t have been much worse if the rifle had also fallen out and accidentally discharged into my foot
“That was… that was definitely not the right compartment”
>“Wow, didn’t realize a gun-toting badass like yourself was a brony, too”
“I… I don’t know, I was trying to be ironic, y’know? Thought it was a funny thing to have when I found it. THIS is what I meant to open”
>After triple-checking my hand placement, I briskly zipped open one of the backpack’s outer compartments, flashed its small heap of assorted electric components at James, and shut it again

>>30749726
>I wiped my brow, which was the next best thing to wiping away my embarrassment, as a faint grumbling emanating from James’ stomach worked nicely to change the subject
>“Uh… I’m sorry, I still haven’t had much to eat in the past twenty-four hours… I keep thinking I’ve found a food source, and then something happens, you know…”
“Yeah, help yourself, man”
>After picking up the apple and a small bag of chips from where they’d come to rest on the floor, I offered them with outstretched arms to James, though he initially seemed apprehensive
>“Peter, I wouldn’t want to ask too much from you if it meant you’d go hungry, but I’ll at least take the apple for now”
>James followed through on his word by snatching the apple from my hand, zipping open the pouch of supplies fastened at the side of his hip, and dropping it in
>He gave the newfound prize a couple of gentle taps, with the supply pouch bulging slightly while he labored to zip it shut
>I shot him an incredulous look as he stared at me obliviously for several seconds, seemingly unaware of the gentle gurgling through which his stomach was voicing its protest
“James, seriously, I have enough food for, like, three people and no one else to share it with. I don’t want your rumbling stomach to give away our position once we’re outta here”
>I shook the bag of chips at his general direction, sending forth a barrage of insistent rustling and attracting James’ attention as he licked his lips hungrily
>Following a couple seconds of contemplation, he slowly reached forward, accepted the gift, and lowered himself into a comfortable seated position
>I wasn’t surprised by the manner in which he greedily devoured the chips, especially when it was clear that his own stoicism was veiling the extent of his hunger a few moments earlier

>>30749732
>Watching him ravage the bag of chips nearly prompted me to make a joke about him eating like a horse, but given the gravity of our situation, I felt it would be in bad taste
>He still elicited a genuine, beaming smile as I offered him a sandwich from within the backpack, its bread glutted with a wide assortment of meats, cheese, and vegetables
>After ardently retrieving it from me, he set the empty bag of chips on the ground and unwrapped the sandwich’s saran wrap with bated breath, as though its plastic were gold leaf
>As he continued gorging himself ravenously on every morsel of food that had previously been rendered unattainable by the apocalypse, I did my best to explain the path forward
“I have just about everything I need for the radio in here… Then it’s just a matter of putting the transmitter together in my office and getting this damn thing online”
“It shouldn’t be too much of a hassle, you know, if not for the ponies. That’s always how it is, right? ‘Not too much of a hassle, if not for the ponies.’”
“Anyways, the ponies don’t know where my super-secret lair… cave… whatever-the-fuck-you-wanna-call-it is, and I’m not planning on telling you either until the last min-”
>As James furrowed his brow and sunk his teeth into the sandwich, I briefly averted my eye contact and let out a slow, guilty groan upon realizing my absence of tact
“Okay, sorry, that sounds kind of mean. At least, if worse comes to worse and you inadvertently join them, there’s still have a chance. It’s not that I don’t trust your HUMAN self”
>James stared blankly and continued to chew on a bite of sandwich as I awkwardly scratched the back of my neck

>>30749737
“Uhh, so, yeah, I’ll… I’ll at least tell you the office is somewhere over in the sciences building, next door… Not sure how we’ll get there when it sounds like they have Pegasi on watch…”
“We’ll take it one step at a time… but now that I have all of these components, we’re totally ready for… no wait, there’s still ONE more thing…”
>I released a long, tortured sigh and rubbed my temples upon remembering that the schematic, despite featuring a plethora of check marks, wasn’t completely covered
“Damn it, I need a long, long spool of wire that I can run up the antenna. So as soon as you’re done with lunch, we’ll bust our way out of here and grab one that I saw last week”
“If you know where the machine shop is, that’s where it is”
>James nearly choked as he hastily swallowed his current mouthful of sandwich, stifling a cough while he did his best to respond
>“The machine shop? Like, the machine shop with the door in the building’s eastern hallway?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Have you been there before? I saw you were an EMT with Carmine Ambulance, so I take it you were a student here?”
>“Uhhh, yeah… yeah, I had some classes in that machine shop so I know exactly which room you’re talking about”
>I furrowed my brow, as I couldn’t recall the school ever holding full classes in what I’d thought was one of the faculty-only shops, but I must’ve simply not been paying close attention
“When was that class, last semester? Well, at any rate, there’s the door by which I entered the lab room, and there’s another door in the back that… I don’t know where it goes”
>James and I both turned our heads as a soft, dull thud thundered through the walls, most likely from a pony taking an inquisitive, yet less than forceful, kick at a distant locked door
“The ponies engulfed the one hallway, so I’m hoping that the other door leads us to the eastern hallway, in some way, shape, or form”

>>30749743
“Once we’re in that hallway, we fight back any ponies we need to – hopefully fewer of them – get to the machine shop, and go from there”
>James uneasily traced a long line with his fingers, rubbing his arm with visible nerves that refused to voice some bubbling conflict
>“Peter, you saved me from the ponies, and bought me lunch to boot. I owe you one, so let me stick my neck out and go to the machine shop to get you this wire. It’s the very least I can do”
“Come on, James, shouldn’t we go together? Two guns are always better than one if we… get into… trouble…”
>The memory of Chloe flashed through my mind, the thoughts of her addled speech coming back as clearly as if she were awkwardly leaning on half-hooved feet in this very room
>It didn’t matter that I had a gun… It’s good that there was only one of me…
>“Peter, I can do this, and do it by myself. Where’s the wire you need? What does it look like?”
>I chewed on my lip and sized up James, silently praying that this wouldn’t be the last time I’d see him as a human
“You’re sure you can get it?”
>“I can. If worst comes to worst and you hear my voice begging you to open the door while it goes up two octaves and starts giggling about rainbows, that’s on me. At least you’ll escape”
>By no means was I ready to condemn the only human I’d seen in the past day, especially so soon after having come across him
>Then again, it wasn’t a choice between him versus me getting ponified, rather, it was a choice between him versus BOTH of us
“Alright, but don’t come crying back with your tail between your legs if they… literally give you a tail. If it’s really you at the door, tap twice, then snap twice. I don’t think ponies can snap”
>“That works as well as anything else. Two taps, two snaps”

>>30749749
“Right. The thing I need is a big wooden spool of white wire, should be next to the band saw with the red blade guard on it. You can’t miss it if you’re looking for it. Oh, and James…”
>I picked up the pistol and ran through a quick check of its moving parts, the procedure for doing so now coming automatically with negligible concern about damaged rounds
>After all the parts shifted back into their native positions with a metallic click, I handed the pistol over, a faint look of concern glimmering in James’ eyes as he hesitantly reached to receive it
>“What… What are…”
“I still have my rifle with me, and I can live without a sidearm if that’s what it comes down to. You know how to work this?”
>“I-I do, though it’s been a few years. I mean, I… I REMEMBER everything but maybe my marksmanship is a bit r-rusty… M-My uncle let me shoot hay bales at the family farm…”
“Okay, good. There’s fourteen rounds in there, after I used one to… you know… put Clementine Breeze to sleep. That pistol is yours now, for when you need it”
>James tremulously applied a slight force to slide, checked the gun’s breach, and hefted the steel in his hand with a distinct lack of enthusiasm
>“If I need it…”
“No, trust me. WHEN you need it”

With that, Chapter 7 comes to a close.
Tune in next week for the arrival of Cuddly Doom’s action-packed final chapter! (Note that Monday won’t be the final UPDATE; a lot has yet to happen over the coming weeks!)
As is standard, the story will update on the evening of Monday August 21, in line with its Monday/Thursday update schedule.
Until then, I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. Sleep tight, don’t let the Pegasi bite!

>>30749753
Fucking RIP Clementine, Peter is a badass.

>>30749753
NOW, the herd would be pretty appreciative for an EMT.

They should not have looked their gift horse in the mouth.

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>>30749646
>>A weak sigh of affirmation heralded the final drips of lifeblood slipping from Clementine Breeze as she let her eyes slump closed, her muscles relaxing from chest to tail
I know last update I said I'd hope she'd choke to death on her own blood but now I'm really, really sad. I didn't think she'd really die...

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>turn into pony
>accidentally expose yourself in public as you do so

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>>30749753
>Tune in next week for the arrival of Cuddly Doom’s action-packed final chapter!

Final chapter!? But I'm not ready for the end. Between this and Clementine biting the bullet today has been rough.

>>30749122
Seeing as 100% of all preferred transformations in this thread involve gender fuckery, out of which 100% are male to female, one might form a different opinion as to what's trite and boring.

>>30750745
>100% are male to female

But what about Male to gelding?

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>>30750153

>>30750745
There are exceptions. Even in Cuddly Doom there's a chick who becomes a stallion.

Behind the Wire is back
Quick recap: Pearl got her cutie mark, Straightedge and Morning glory (Nick and Kyle) have been taken away, Sunrise is having a nap, and biscuits are delicious
https://pastebin.com/t22Pcuvi

>We quickly gathered around her, with Pearl eagerly showing her the new addition to her flank
>Sunrise smiled and nodded gesturing over to the paint
>Pearl quickly dashed back over to her portrait
>She picked up the brush and swiped it back and forth to emulate painting, then touched her hoof to her flank and made the best approximation of the sound as she drew her hoof away
>Sunrise seemed puzzled by this and gestured to the paint, then back at Pearls mark
>We all shake our heads
>Moonglow jumps in and gestured to the mark, then rears up on his hindlegs and draws his fore hooves out as he emulates the sound
>At the same time a small flash of light emanates from his horn
>He makes a startled squawk and falls backward onto his hunches
>I quickly rush to his side and find him starring up at his horn, aw struck but uninjured
>The others gathered round him, staring expectantly at his horn
>He tentatively prods it with his hoof, as though expecting it to explode, or shoot lasers, or both
>After a few moments it becomes clear that it will not do anything on its own
>Moonglow frowns and closes his eyes
>The entire room goes quiet as the other ponies gather round to watch his performance
>Several minutes pass before Moonglows horn starts to give of a faint shimmer
>It slowly grows in intensity for several seconds before He opens his eyes to look at it
>He smiles upon seeing the light blue light, clearly pleased with whatever form of sorcery he has managed
>The crowd shifts its attention from his horn to his flank
>Much to everyone’s surprise nothing happened
>Moon and I frowned slightly as the crowd began to disperse
>Sunrise gave him an encouraging nuzzle before turning back to Pearl and giving her a hug

>>30751439
>I don’t think anyone knows what the mark means, but we all grasp that it’s important for something
>I furrow my brow as I try to recall seeing anything like it in the kennels
>Failing to recall anything I turn to Sunrise, she would probably know
>I bray to get her attention and then point at Pearls mark
>She nods and waits for the second part of the question
>Unable to think of any way to act out the lab, I quickly draw a cage on my canvas
>Sunrise bobs her head in comprehension as she puts on a thinking face
>After a second she shakes her head and lets out a snort, she never saw this happen in the kennel
>Hazel brays at her, and quickly draws a crude yellow pony
>Sunrise nods and moves for us to follow
>She leads us out of the barn and over to the other building
>This place still sets me on edge
>I know they wouldn’t hurt me here, but if I never see lab equipment again it would be too soon
>Lacking hands to pull the door open, Sunrise simply points at it
>Apparently Straightedge and Morning Glory have been taken in there for some reason
>”Are you looking for your friends?”
>The sudden voice was enough to make us all jump
>I wheel around to see the nice doctor from yesterday
>”Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you” he says with a smile
>Nice or not, I still have enough leftover anxiety about doctors to keep my distance
>He kneels down and slowly reaches out to me
>”It’s okay Lightning, I’m not going to hurt you”
>I slowly step forward, taking a quick sniff at his hand

>>30751441
>It smells disturbingly like disinfectant, but I did my best to retain my composure
>I don’t want to spook Pearl or Hazel more than they already are
>”There we go, you remember me”
>He gently pats my nose
>The gesture is oddly calming, certainly not the kind of treatment I got in the lab
>”I’ve been working on your request, we’re going to set up some laptops in the common area for you to use. You think that would work?”
>I stand there for a moment before realizing he actually expects a response
>I nod and let out a happy whicker
>”Great, now you want to see your friend right?”
>We all nod collectively as he holds the door for us
>Pearl and Hazel are the last through, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of going into another lab
>Sunrise gives them a confident smile and moves that they follow
>The doctor leads us down the hall turning into a room

>>30751447
For those who prefer AO3:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10554418
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10995090

>>30751447
I deeply missed this series. A nice smol update: looking forward to seeing more.

>>30750650
In Equestria the penalty for indecent exposure is transformation into the decently exposed mare.

>>30751447
And then they walked in on Kyle breeding Nick

>>30751447
Nice to see this story again.

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Daily Reminder: Keep all food and drink out of pony-inhabited science areas while experiments are active. Failure to do so may have dire results, like becoming food pone and hunger

>>30751447
Glad to see this story is updating again

>Anon is bullying the Purple Princess
>He's chasing her around with a quesadilla or something equally stupid when he rounds a corner and she trips him
>Unfortunately, she miscalculated his velocity and trajectory, causing him to fall on top of her
>And her horn to stab him right in the gut
>They both freak out; Twilight calls for help as Anon tries to scoop his blood back into himself
>He goes to the hospital, where they easily patch him back up
>There were no complications, aside from the fact that a chip came off of Twilight's horn somewhere inside of him, and they weren't able to find it
>They assure him that alicorn isn't poisonous, and that he should be just fine anyway
>That night he begins to have strange dreams about Twilight, and when he wakes up he's embarrassed to discover that he sleepwalked into Twilight's room and crawled into bed with her
>They just laugh it off, but as time progresses the dreams get more vivid, and his behavior starts to become stranger
>He becomes more neurotic, and he takes a much larger interest in Twilight's science bullshit
>Where he was previously cynical and introverted, he begins making friends and helping people
>He reads through Twilight's personal collection of books, despite previously declaring reading the domain of homosexuals and liberals
>It's all starting to freak Twilight out a bit, but she's most concerned about Anon's declining health through all of this
>He's constantly coughing and scratching at his skin, and he's starting to have trouble walking
>When she peels back his bandage and discovers the patch of purple fur, her suspicions are realized
>Anon is turning into her, in both body and mind
>She has no idea how she's going to fix this, but at least if she doesn't figure out something soon, she's going to have some help

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You know I realized something today, in Cuddly Doom if you somehow did manage to keep your mind after being infected you'd be even worse off than if you didn't. I don't know about the rest of you but I'm kind of a sore loser, I wouldn't be able to accept the loss of my humanity and I sure as hell wouldn't want anything to do with the ponies who took that from me. At the same time I wouldn't be able to go back to the humans because I'd be contagious and they'd just as likely shoot me. It would be so lonely I'd probably just lay down and wait to die.

>>30752505
Alicorns confirmed to reproduce by budding. Cool concept.

>>30751447
I'm sure Moonglow will learn how to advance his magic

>>30752505
Freaky. I like it.

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>>30752177
If you eat food contaminated with pony you turn into a windigo

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>>30753153
If you eat food contaminated with windigo will you turn into a pony?

>>30739054
BOOM BIG REVEAL

>>30752505
It's much better than the alternative, Anon having Twilight burst out of his chest.

>>30753418
You become friendship incarnate.

>>30752589
>Not doing your best to convince the herd to stop forcing themselves on humans before shit gets too far out of hand.
I fully expect the conclusion of cuddly doom to end in nuclear hellfire if the infection is stay's limited to the US.
Extinction level events tends to make the kid-gloves come off, and the loss of any remaining humans would be far outweighed by the rest of the world being kept safe.
And i'm saying that as a guy that would willingly go get cuddled after leaving a short note for his pony-self.

>>30754187
So, a Tree?

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>>30754310
I honestly don't think this can be contained, Daisy explained in an earlier chapter that once they're done infecting a place the unicorns all teleport to the next location. You can't lock them in or out and I'm sure they could use the same trick in the event of a missile strike. And with the speed of the infection the took out a whole city in less than three days with only two known humans left. Plus in every instance where someone tries to reason with the ponies it hasn't worked out yet, hell they've turned human genocide into a game. And even though I hate them for that I still feel like shit over what happened to Clementine.

>>30754641
I'll keep telling myself that everything will be okay and human and pony alike will attain fulfilment and mutual appreciation in the end.

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>>30754791
That's a nice thought but this thing is a genocide on a collision course from chapter one. There is no happy ending, it's not gonna be sunshine and rainbows. We'll kill them or they'll turn us.