Pony Transformation General

How many here would actually embrace the "cuddly doom"?
I myself am still not really sure what to do if it would happen

Careful, too much looking at this thread could turn you into a pony

>Anon is in an improv group with five other people
>They suck
>They're putting on a show (for their family and friends)
>Anon turns to one of his fellow showmen, only to discover that they're now a pony
>This is some fucking next-level improv
>He looks terrified, but he nervously attempts to keep the show going
>Anon turns to another of his troupe-mates, and they're now also a pony
>What the fuck
>They have to continue the show for some reason, while trying to figure out what the fuck is happening and somehow stop it before all six of them become ponies
>All while somehow seamlessly weaving everything into the show, so that their audience is none the wiser

>>30791185
I'd try to avoid it, but not at the risk of my own life. If I got partially infected I'd probably just turn myself in since there's no known cure.

>>30791235
First rule of improv. Say yes to being a pony.

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>>30791185
My issue with Cuddly Doom is that humans couldn't give me scritches and I could never be the pet pone

What happened to Ranger?

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>>30791317
That would be just about the worst.

>>30791358
He was absorbed into the writhing gay mass

>>30791185
I would join the ponies, not out of a desire to be one but to avoid living in the post-apocalyptic squalor that would be the fate of the remaining humans.

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>>30791136
I don't want to do it but it's war and they started it, they sure as hell won't feel bad about putting you down.

>>30791185
I'm pretty sure by now my feelings about the cuddlocalypse are pretty well know, I'd fight it till my last breath. And if I got infected I'd keep fighting until it's done and the one who infected me isn't walking away from it. As much as I don't want to be turned however I don't think I'd kill myself though, if I had the balls for that I wouldn't still be here.

>>30791185
I'd definitely just give myself up willingly to be honest. Trying to survive in a post apocolyptic world seems like it would suck, and being a pony seems nice.

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>>30791467

>>30791700

The only thing worse than what the ponies are doing to people are the ones that join them willingly.
And I remind you, you don't get to be the pony they're just making a pony out of the person you used to be, like body snatchers.

>>30791730
As long as I'm not physically dying, it's fair game for me. I can get why mental mental death can be scary for others, but it doesn't detract my want to be a little horse at all.

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>>30792005
But to just roll over and take it? Not put up any fight at all? I mean is there really nothing worth keeping in your humanity? I'll admit I love most transformation stories even some of the forced stories, it's why I hang out on this board. But the moment ponies come here to our world and try to erase us that's where I draw the line. Especially when I can't even be pissed off about it because of the mental alterations.

>>30792111
I'm just a drop in the bucket for humanityn even during a post apocolyptic situation, so I'm sure they wouldn't mind losing just one autist.

Does reincarnation count?
Poppedanon started a very nice green over at reverse gender roles thread, but sent silent for some reason.
Anyway, here you guys go, pretty good green imhofamalam
https://pastebin.com/wSBBJhvh

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>>30792285
At the rate these little monsters spread the infection and take over areas it won't be long until humanity need ever single one of those autist, at the very least it's one less of them one more of us.

>>30792351
I've actually been waiting for that one to update for a while now. I was looking through Wallmixers stories and found Loving Grace,
https://pastebin.com/JU1CMFDD
Which fit into the whole idea of the Cuddly Doom ponies using humans as breeding livestock from the last thread >>30785508 , needless to say I was terrified by the whole premise.

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If you were turned into a pony would you let a pegasister pick you up and hold you? Would you let her jerk off your horsecock?

>>30792722
Twist: Said pegasister is actually 8yo girl that loves the show.
I would let her cuddle me and give her pony rides on my back.

>>30792770
Pegasister implies she is an adult fan as it is the female version of the term "brony".

>>30792722
I don't know, I think I'd way to brooding and pissy about being turned into a pony to be held or be a good pet. It'd be like having a big pissed off cat, you know the ones that hiss at everything.

>>30792770
Oh no! Little people, my only weakness! I can't be mean to little people.

>>30792889
Thats why its a twist!

>>30791144
>ywn become a dainty little colt
>ywn become your Mistress' boytoy

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Cuddly doom ain't gonna have a happy ending, will it?

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>>30793501

https://pastebin.com/TjVcSyB6

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>>30793790

Depends on what your idea of a happy ending is? But short of Celestia showing up in the last chapter to take the infected back to Equestria one side will wipe out the other.

>>30793790
My predictions is that
they're able to contact the military with their radio-transmitter thing. But the military, beeing the military, doesnt realy believe that cute little poners are invading earth. So in the end everyone gets turned into a poner.

>>30791358
Temporarily incapacitated by pony flu.
I hope he'll be back soon.

>>30792351
Yeah. He was posting that here when he was still updating. Shame he vanished. It was a good story.

>>30791730
Why be on the losing side, waiting for death or ponification? If resistance were a realistic option I would but I don't believe in prolonging the agony.
I think cuddly doom ponies retain enough of their human selves to not qualify as personality death, making them a preferable option to actual death.

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>>30794521
>Why be on the losing side, waiting for death or ponification?

I don't know about the the rest of you but for me it's not dying that scares me, it's being forgotten. It's why I find ponification terrifying in this story because you're forgetting yourself, like you never existed. And if the whole damn species goes with you, if humanity loses and we're all wiped out who's left to remember us then? Who's left to remember who we were, where we came from and what we did as a species? It's about having some god damned human pride, not going quietly into that good night and raging against the dying of the light.
And if in the end we still lose and I still get turned into a pony at the very least I can say I gave it my all, that I didn't just roll over and take it, that I tried.

>>30791185
Honestly, I would go all HATRED on those ponies and their human sympathizers.

Oh also, does anybody know if TCB is still a thing?

>>30794779
The conversion bureau?
It was never very popular in this thread but you still see it crop up from time to time on fimfiction.

>>30794802
>never very popular in this thread
Why is that so?

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>>30791185
Oh i'd fully embrace it, but i'd probably ask them to let me write a note to myself first, to head off any existential crisis my ponyself may get.

>>30791730
>>30792111
I think the next update will hopefully settle the question of mental death, depending on what snowfall does next.
We've already seen that some ponies are uncomfortable with forcibly transforming people, but they're convinced it's an "Us or them" situation.

>>30792351
Last we heard popped had a death in the family and was still writing, i think they're just making sure they have big update to post all at once.

>>30792770
>Ywn give pony rides to your 8yo cousin.
Fuck you i didnt this pain.

>>30794811
Didnt it push the concept of humans being utterly shit and ponies being saints to the level of straight up propaganda?
And then on top of that make Celestia a tyrant? I cant remember reading more than one short story about it years ago.

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>>30794851 #
>they're convinced it's an "Us or them" situation.
It is an us vs. them scenario there could never be peace with the ponies because they can't be reasoned with. Every human that has tried got turned for it anyways. The only reason Sky Meadow can be reasoned with is because he saved her life which is why he did it in the first place.
>Ywn give pony rides to your 8yo cousin.
I've got 2 nieces and probably 2 more on the way, I've already said I can't be mean to little people so I would just accept it, I wouldn't be happy about it though.
I didn't mind The Conversion Bureau, some of it was good a lot of it was pretty bad. My personal favourite was, Last Man Standing,
https://windchaser1.deviantart.com/art/TCB-Last-Man-Standing-256297568

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Waking up on update day

>inb4 Peter bursts in and shoots Snowfall once he sees her standing over James
calling it now. I am prepared to cry.

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>>30795481
It's ok, Snowfall is way too far gone at this point, Peter would be doing her a favour.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGW61wdTOS8

>>30795855
You and a few of your people jump into a single van, and drive off to the docks, along with all the piled up copies of evidence, hard drives full of footage and even a pack of PON E pills.
In the docks, an image out of a military enthusiast wet dream.
Ships of all size and might.
Vehicles running on tracks, with rotor blades or wheels roam the tarmac of the seaport.
Guns on display, large calibre shells, even naval gun or two shine with bling in the sunlight.
You take a few brisk trots behind Wuzi into the tent that seems so out of place in the shiny and lined up exposition it sticks out like a sore thumb.
Inside the tent, a group of people of mashing cultures and uniforms, but all sharing one thing.
A very high rank.
They turn their heads at you and stare.
Just stare…
You cough.
“Gentlemen?”
The high ranking official wearing Chinese People’s army colour of gray and dark blue digital camouflage turns to you and nods his head.
“Gentlemen, I introduce John Doe, and Mister Wuzi to you.”
“Are you having a wank? Bloody fokhing talking horses?” A muscular man with a strong British accent, clad in a uniform with a green khaki pattern and a beret points his hands at you and your friend.
“With all due and respect, sir, please let us-“you try to interject.
“Mondie! A group of talking Equines! And my my, are the cute!” A French woman, the only female of the group almost squeaks with a painfully French accent.
The Russian officer looks into his battered metal cup and shouts out, “Anatoli! What was in that tea, Cyka! I see talking horses!”

>>30795863
The group of the individuals then breaks into a collective debate.
You cough.
“Can you please?-“You try to pierce the mumbling.
To no avail.
“H-Hey!” You call out again.
Once again, your cries are unable to pierce the talking of the military officials.
When you consider shouting, a gunshot pierces the air.
You turn around and see a man clad in similar military rags as the rest of the group, only covered in more stars and eagles.
“Gentlemen, please. I have already been briefed on-route. These peop- ponies, have come to use for a purpose, let us hear them.”
The rest of the group grumbles.
You whistle and a group of your henchmen runs in with projectors, files and a laptop.
And five minute wait later, the presentation is rolling onto the wall of the tent.
“Everybody ready? Good.” You smile and stand next to the projector. “I am sure my friend Wuzi already introduced us. In front of you lies a sorted pile of relevant information. We believe this theft of Russian military property is orchestrated by a man named Jurij Gargarine. Previously a media magnate, and a shady Russian mafia boss in the area, he went presumably insane after gaining access to a mysterious compound of our manufacture, further referenced as PON E, for its rather obvious effects.” One of the goons skips through the frames in the presentation.

>>30795865
“Tovarisch, sorry to interrupt you, but what is the nature of this compound?”
You shrug at the Russian official. “It has potent transmorgifcational and mental altering effects lingering temporary after use of one pill, any more than that, and the effects become permanent.”
“Dah, I see. So you become small horse.”
“Gargarine executed numerous attacks against our operations in the area. With one goal in mind. To spread enough PON E to make it an apocalyptic scenario. From what our intelligence and current evidence hints, he seized surplus of the Soviet Biopreparat Division from the Ecology biological arms programme.”
The officials freeze.
“God save the Queen.” You hear the British part of the delegation mutter.
“D-Do you know of his capabilities or current whereabouts?” You hear the French lady ask.
You shake your head.
The, from what you presume is the American part of the committee, taps his chin with his index fingers, as the rest of his fingers are intertwined between each other.
“It would be just like good old fashioned nine eleven. Except the target wouldn’t be just two buildings. But the entire human race. Think you all. Every system, every bit of existence, every creation of humanity would be essentially in ashes. Chaos would ensure.”
“However, we do not know the capabilities of the stolen military hardware.” You say and nod as the American finishes.
The attention of everyone around the plastic table turns to the Russian speaker. “Blyat…”

>>30795871
He looks around and loosens his collar of the already loose uniform.
“The targeted weapons platform was a versatile carrier unit for the upcoming multistage supersonic cruise missile known as Kremenec. I believe to your American agencies it was known as-“
“Quartzite. Project Rock.” The American official interjects.
“Dah. Kremenec was designed with backwards capability in mind, along with high operational performance and variability. Warheads are easily replaceable and the solid fuel is packed with formulas I cannot speak about.”
The Russian sighs sadly, and continues. “The missile system is theoretically able to reach Mach four and altitudes higher than twenty kilometres. Along with an operational range of a few thousand kilometres.”
“Was the system designed with potential biological weaponry setup?” You ask, and the Russian swallows like he just got a spoonful of rocks shoved inside his mouth.
“I cannot disprove that.”
“Merde.” You hear from the French seat.
“A’rgiht, mate. Doe, was it? You made your point. What do you plan to do?” You hear the brit ask.
“We lay a bait so tasty no one could resist biting. And when the fish bites, we pull the reel.”

>>30795876
And that's it.

>>30795882
Doc link, added post mortem.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-Cuh8qxD-hk8oMxpuwrH0pD7858VmDOaf9gEjMGo8Ks/edit

>>30795882
Good to see you didn't vanish on us.
I guess in a way this story is about preventing a cuddly doom.

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I only just saw this picture from the end of the last thread. It could use a tail, preferably not black.

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>>30796266
Blonde is suprisingly good looking on pony anon.

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>>30796766

>>30796973
Y'all need the color wheel in your life. Copic is love and life.

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>>30796973
How can you object?

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>>30797098

>>30797118

My siblings are blondes so blondes are ruined for me, especially dumb blondes. The only counter though is short hair.

>>30796266
Why not brown? Like a lighter brown

>>30794779
Erratic people are erratic

>you used to be a cute mare fantasizing about MLH and wanting to get to this world after she dies
>she just wanted to see her husbando at least one time
>to see his smile and feel his warm embrace
>sure, living here would be scary and challenging, but for love of her life she felt like she can do it
>she'd overcome every challenge if she just had a chance to be here
>she spent her life obsessing over it and when the time finally came, she embraced it
>you are that mare, and you will never even know about it, living your life wishing to get to Equestria where everything would be just perfect

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>>30797697
Fuck you that spiritual loop is my ultimate fear, the only thing keeping me positive is the faith that there's something better at some point.
Without that all i have is sheer spite.

>>30795481
That would be so satisfying, honestly.

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CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30779626) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/0gknNgtb
The story’s full chapter directory can be found here: derpy.me/cuddlydoom

“Snowfall, wait, wait! Can’t we at least talk this over?”
>“James, isn’t… isn’t that what we’re already doing?”
>Snowfall wasn’t moving an inch from her well-composed stance against the band saw, but the posture sharply contrasted with her visibly racing thoughts, signaled by flicking ears and eyes
>She hadn’t braced herself in preparation to pounce, but considering she’d already had more than a few seconds to size me up, she could spring into action any time she wanted
>Every moment I permitted her to study my severely curtailed defenses was another moment I slipped closer to sealing my own fate through inaction
>At this point, I probably wouldn’t even know what hit me by the time we were both rolling on the ground, giggling in a flurry of turquoise and who-knows-what colored fur
>A fleeting gasp rushed into my throat when Snowfall’s tail twitched, but as the mostly-transformed mare continued leaning with her arms crossed, my adrenaline dissipated, if only slightly
>“Just breathe, James. You’ll be alright. Now… uh… where were we?”
>My gaze darted about the room, rapidly trying to differentiate the daylight glimmers of useless machinery from those of any handheld tool I could find resting upon a table
>Please, at least give me something… a hammer, an axe, hell, I’d take a dull screwdriver if it at least represented something for me to hold on to…
>No level of fear-addled scrutiny was enough to find as much so a rusty nail, and as my breathing quickened, I silently cursed the security priorities of whoever locked up for the weekend
>The building had hallways with a half dozen unlocked doors, but not a single tool was amiss

>>30797993
>I was a moment away from pinching my eyes shut and curling up to accept my fate when I remembered the EMT pouch at my waist, and in particular, the scalpels and syringes inside
>“James, please have a seat, you look pale as a ghost…”
>She spoke in a voice dripping with calm tenderness, but it carried a tone of intentional pacification, as though she expected me to be neutralized sitting down, literally and figuratively
>My hand flew toward the side of my thigh, but as a shimmering sound erupted from the zipper’s tab and it jerked forward, I realized a moment too late that I’d been a bit slow on the draw
>There was hardly enough time to mentally process what I was seeing before my hand shifted to snag it, snuffing out an icy blue glow that had enveloped the brilliant metallic target
>My muscles faltered and failed to pull the shimmering zipper as I suddenly felt dizzy, the reason for the zipper’s strange action hitting me like a ton of bricks
>“Why are-”
“Oh, fuck…”
>“Please calm d-”
“Oh, fuck!”
>It… She… Levitation magic wasn’t, in some convoluted way, an extension of Snowfall’s being, was it? She… she couldn’t infect me with it, could she?
>My hand briskly recoiled, lurching in tandem with my body’s abrupt collapse as the strength in my legs gave way, dropping me to my knees
>Shallow, labored breaths echoed through the machine shop as I feebly clamped a few fingers around my wrist, my hands weakly trembling as my thoughts swirled around the consequences
>Worst-case visions of Snowfall telekinetically pinning me to the ground flashed through my mind, my hands and feet bound by a peculiarly lurid glow as they morphed into hooves
>Or, maybe after having just barely impinged my fingers with ponydom, I was a perfect ninety-nine percent human candidate to spread it to unsuspecting victims

>>30798003
>At first, something about the glow’s appearance had led me to believe it’d have a certain warmth, as though the mental activity of a unicorn’s exertion were activated in her levitational target
>Reality was much further from this idealized scenario, as the aura had a… bizarre feeling… not characterized by familiar feelings of heat or electricity or magnetism, but something… bizarre…
>The best I could do was hope and pray… oh… don’t let pony magic be infectious too… please don’t tell me these bastards had a ranged attack… please, for the love of God…
>“Oh ponyfeathers, I’m so sorry! See, I’m telling you, you just need to ignore your silly thoughts and stop grappling for things”
“Snowfall, please… I… I need… Ineedsomethingtohelp…”
>She tugged herself away from the machine that had supported her and sunk down on to her hands & knees, meeting me at eye level with an expression of deeply heartfelt concern
>There were still a few yards between us, but the distance was no barrier to Snowfall as her magical glow wrapped around the EMT pouch’s zipper and pressed it shut
>I wanted to shoo her aura away as though it were a frail swarm of pestilent gnats, but the fear of testing fate – not to mention, Snowfall’s temper – swiftly quashed my intrigue
>My eyes became misty as the shimmering crescendoed, enveloping the entire pouch with blue radiance before Snowfall undid the straps securing it to my belt and claimed it as her own
>Aside from a faint whimper, she found no resistance from me as the robust pouch floated through the air and came to rest beside her, leaving my thigh feeling naked in its absence
>“You’re hurt, and you need to calm down. I want to help you, but the first thing to do is to take some deep breaths and just relax. I’ll give this back to you in a minute”

>>30798006
“Can I have it n-now? P-Please… I… I n-need to look over myself”
>My words floated through the serene air with pitiful weakness, as one would expect from a child seeking favor in the wake of a tantrum
>Snowfall, having burned her fuse of patience to its final inches, gently shushed me before the capricious dynamite at her wit’s end exploded
>“You’ll get it back in a moment. You can trust me to take care of you. You trust me to look out for you, right?”
>Tarrying to immediately answer, I averted my eyes toward the tightly clenched fists idly resting on my jeans, my knuckles having long since turned white with dread
>Snowfall took notice of my distracting jitters, and a moment later, the fists were wrapped in an icy blue glow as she did her best to loosen them
“Snowfall, stop!”
>“I’m just trying to he-”
“Stop, stop! I don’t know if getting touched by magic will turn me into a pony, and I don’t want to find out; just stop it! Now!”
>As she culpably flattened her ears against her head and complied, I extended my fingers and slowly rubbed my sweating palms against my jeans
>My nerves were still undeniably frazzled, but as I gently swayed with the motions, I rocked myself into a calmer mental state, my curt gasps now giving way to deep, rhythmic breaths
>Snowfall had averted her eyes, but continued to watch me through her peripheral vision as she sank into a seated position on her haunches
>“James, I’m quite sure it doesn’t… Maybe there are specific spells like that, but, as a unicorn, I just… kind of… know. Not only did levitation come innately, but so did knowing its limits”

>>30798011
>She waited for a response, but when none came from me, the silence was broken solely by the zipper’s pull tab, gripped between a couple groups of her stiff – rather hooved – fingers
>Her awkward attempts to open the pouch were repeatedly fraught with stiff fumbling, while the prospect of surrendering her fine motor skills to telekinesis rapidly gained favor
>I raised my own hands into view for a quick inspection, and was satisfied to find that neither the color nor texture of my palms bore anything out of the ordinary, much unlike my friend’s
>However, in practical terms, all that really meant was that Snowfall would need to physically tackle me if she were to accomplish what she may’ve seemed reticently intent on doing
>“Well I guess now’s as good a time as any to ask again… do you trust me to look out for you?”
>Snowfall plucked a wipe from the EMT pouch and eyed the spot on my face from which blood had once been trickling, hesitating only briefly as she moved to telekinetically wipe it away
>I scratched my neck with a trembling hand, concurrently meeting the heavy-hearted gaze of my best friend who was, by all accounts, rapidly turning to a mare – if I didn’t call her one already
>The physical changes painted her as an enemy if I were to use so broad a brush, but Snowfall’s seemingly unmanipulated mental state left me with tenuous hope that I could still trust her
>She’d fought off her animalistically social tendencies once before, all because of how worried she was about me…
>Although…
>To what extent was that because she simply didn’t want to be in a herd without me, and intended on bringing me into the fold before moving on with our lives?
>And was her divergence from the rest of the herd really a testament to our friendship, or had they let her escape knowing fully well she’d lead them – and me – to witnessing my demise?

>>30798017
“Do I trust you to look out for me? That’s a… hard question for me to answer”
>Snowfall slowed her motions until they stopped altogether
>“Y-You’re joking… We’ve… We’ve known each other for years… We’ve been through so much together…”
>She sniffled and adjusted her seated posture, flicking her tail free from where a few newly grown strands had snagged on her pants
“Snowfall, there’s no coming back from this… I don’t want to be a pony if… even if it takes everything in my power to avoid it…”
>“I didn’t think you’d be nearly so upset by me taking away your weapons… Weapons you’d never even use… Would… W-Would you really do ANYTHING?”
>I wiped an eye with the base of my palm, stealing a glance down the aisle of the machine shop as I pulled my hand away
>One of Snowfall’s ears unconsciously spun toward the object of my focus, but she didn’t follow my gaze as I continued peering at the pistol, the steel lying apathetically in the faint daylight
>With a long, forceful exhale, my eyes took a wandering path across the machine shop’s nearest row of machinery and the floor before greeting Snowfall’s gaze again
“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you”
>Snowfall pressed her lips together and nodded slowly, the motion appearing almost as difficult to discern as her subtle disapproval of my response
>“But if that were really true, why did you get so upset about losing your weapons? If you weren’t going to use them in the first place…”
“They… They make me feel like I have just a little bit of control, okay? Whenever I see a pony with that sickening smile, I can’t help but worry exactly what’s going on in their twisted mind!”
>As I averted my eyes, I noticed Snowfall recoiling slightly after my implication that she was lumped in with the ‘sickeningly smiling ponies,’ as though it were a hateful slur

>>30798024
>“James, surely you know I’m always looking out for you, that I would never let anything horrid happen to you…”
“But you’re not talking about ponification when you say that…”
>“Okay, I’ll rephrase: I’d never let anything happen to hurt you. And it’s not like I’m in pain on account of these changes…”
>Snowfall brushed a few errant strands of mane to the side of her face, which was ultimately for naught as she began to sway her head in a lackadaisical circle
>Her snowy white curtain of hair, which spilled from its origins on her scalp and the entire back of her neck, rolled and flowed in waves as a few faint pops and clicks resonated from her neck
>As if that alone weren’t enough to emphasize the tangible reality that her bones were still in the process of actively shifting – without pain – she mimicked the motion with her wrist
>To be fair, the elongated mass of turquoise fur couldn’t be called a wrist without taking some liberties, but whatever it was becoming, it too clicked and popped without a peep of discomfort
“Still, Snowfall, you have to understand, if I can manage to remain human, that’s absolutely what I’m going to do”
>“Oh, I know. And for as long as we’re living together, I’d never force that on you if you weren’t ready to join this newfound species. I’m not socially incompetent the way Sky Meadows was”
>Snowfall sported a faint smile following her privy wisecrack, but it faded to a neutral expression when it went up against my stare of confusion
“Uh… Sky Meadows, the one who infected you?”
>“Yeah, she really thought she was doing the right thing and that it was crazy to not want to be a pony. Granted, I didn’t help my case when I said I’d do ‘anything’ to get rid of my hangover”
“She took that just a bit too literally, eh?”
>“Well, that, plus my lack of flashing neon signs saying ‘fuck no, get away, you stupid horse’”

>>30798031
>Her humor and extant application of profanity gradually had elicited my smile, and it didn’t take long for her own grin to become noticeable, even audibly so in the way she spoke
>As I found myself idly running my hands along the thigh of my jeans, the scratch of denim was backed up by a melody of faint, snickering laughter from Snowfall
“Ah, you know, this whole apocalypse all just one big misunderstanding. Let’s just ask the ponies upstairs to undo the changes they’ve already done to you, and we’ll be on our merry way”
>“Hmmm. I don’t think it’d work quite like that, James. Let’s just shelf that idea for now”
>After a few seconds, Snowfall’s laughter gave way to a brief bout of coughing, causing me to wonder whether pony lungs were slightly stronger, or weaker, than her initial set
>Nevertheless, after my trivial thoughts gave way, a hurricane of contemplation swirled
>In spite of the silence otherwise filling the machine shop as the last chuckles faded, several serious thoughts whipped through my mind as though they were roaring gusts
“Snowfall, you… you know how you mentioned ‘if I were ready’ to be ponified? If… This is actually kind of hard to ask… Would you be willing… happy… to do so if I wanted you to?”
>“That’d be a hell of a change of heart by you. But yeah, if it means that we could get on with our lives, link up with herds without animosity… It… It certainly has its benefits”
“Cool, just thought I’d ask”
>I coughed weakly and uneasily – a vain attempt to put the topic to bed – and ended up being wildly unsuccessful
>“Have you thought about this before?”
>While shifting my weight, I scratched thoughtfully at the side of my head, not so much concerned with the answer as much as how I worded it

>>30798035
“Sky Meadows asked and gave me the chance to be… peaceably converted… I guess her social skills have improved a bit since yesterday, if she didn’t go all gung-ho right out the gate”
>Snowfall cocked her head to the side and furrowed her brow in slight confusion
>“Doesn’t she know that you and I are, like, a thing?”
“Oh, come on, it’s not like you’re losing your virginity here. She thought-”
>“To be fair, I haven’t lost it as a MARE, so fingers crossed you end up as a ravishing stallion”
>I paused, torn between so many possible responses, the least of which was the fact that Snowfall barely had fingers to cross any more
“Okay, uh, duly noted. So, she thought she needed to return a favor after I tidied up her wounds, and she thought, much as I did, that I might not even make it past the others back here”
>“And you put some serious consideration into her offer?”
>I bit my lip and motioned animatedly with my hands as though I were comparing the weights of a pair of invisible apples
“At the time, I had to think long and hard about it before saying no. I really don’t want a transformation fraught with pain, and man, I’ve seen ponies ruthlessly fixated on their conversions”
>“Well, if that was before Clementine Breeze got whacked, I seriously doubt they’re going to show you any more kindness now. Your situation hasn’t gotten any better…”
>I gently sighed and wiped my forehead, in spite of the lack of sweat that I’d expected to accumulate among the slight warmth wafting through the room
“Things are looking up a little bit. There has been… one… one point of light amid all the darkness…”
>Snowfall smiled, jovially baring her teeth that had morphed and flattened to become nearly useless at meat-eating, but maintained their ability to convey jubilation
>“You know I’m always here for you”

>>30798039
>My eyes widened slightly and my spine stiffened
>I… I was talking about Peter in this… in this particular context…
>Snowfall’s ears flicked and drooped slightly, the mare’s grin rapidly fading with each moment of silence as she slowly realized that my commendation hadn’t been targeted at her
>I chanced a quick look at her stern eyes, although doing so accomplished nothing, aside from all but confirming my guilt of having praised an absent entity
>After drawing in a long breath, I precariously questioned whether my words would dig me deeper into the hole in which I’d already found myself
“Well, the way I see it, Peter’s offering me an opportunity to reach a point where my ponification won’t be a concern. Plus, he’s pretty well armed if the fight comes to the herd’s doorstep”
>Snowfall parted her lips and shifted uneasily on her haunches, pausing for a few moments as she analyzed my words
>“Who’s… Peter? Wait, that’s… that’s not the guy who killed Clementine Breeze, is it? James, what the hell?! You’re finding hope from a… a pony killer?!”
“Snowfall, relax! He’s it’s not like he’s proud of what he needed to do to her, and if we could get the ponies off our backs by any other means, no one else would need to die!”
>“’Need to die,’ oh, that’s rich! You act like Clementine Breeze put the barrel to her own head and squeezed the trigger! Who else ‘needs to die’ in his plan? Sky Meadows? Storm Cloud? Me?”
“The plan doesn’t involve killing anyone!”
>Snowfall gesticulated wildly as she continued her high-energy tirade
>“Bullshit! When your only tool’s a hammer, every problem looks like a nail! What else are you going to do, hunker down until you run out of supplies? Because THAT totally worked at my place”

>>30798050
“I’m not going to take this sitting down, twiddling my thumbs until the herd converges! We’re going to get the school’s radio online, and… I… I don’t know what he… has planned from there…”
>Snowfall broke eye contact with me and glanced at spool of wire overhanging the band saw’s table by a few inches, her gaze full of dull contempt for the inanimate object
>“All this is going to do is lead to more death! If they send in the military to take the town, so many ponies will die, even if the blood isn’t on your hands… Or worse, they’ll just glass the place…”
“They don’t need to fight for the whole town if they’re just trying to get us out of here!”
>Her mouth hung unconsciously open for a couple of seconds as her piercing stare snapped back to me
>After a few moments, her formerly locked eyes began to wander, darting back and forth as they provided a glimpse into the thoughts bouncing through the fraught mare’s mind
>“James, there’s no way they’d take a half-transformed human like me to a safe zone… They’d be afraid a helicopter ride like that would end with a unicorn at the controls…”
>I bit my lip and pinched my eyes shut, apparently doing everything I could to avoid Snowfall’s realization as my head slumped toward the floor
>“Wait… you weren’t even planning on bringing me along, were you?!”
>With a long inhale, I brought my head back to level with hers
“I haven’t thought through the plan all that much! I’m just doing what Peter tells me he needs us to do. I mean, I can always back out la-”
>“What Peter says he ‘needs to do?’ Did he tell you that killing ponies is something you’ll ‘need to do’ too if the time comes? What about leaving me to the herd?! You’re just abandoning me?!”

>>30798056
>My breathing came in long, sharp gasps, as though the weight of my decisions were finally catching up to me and had taken a seat squarely on my chest
>Aside from Snowfall’s own quickening breathing, it was the only sound to fill the room for a few seemingly eternal seconds
>“You can deny either one of those points if I’m wrong on either front. So, what, he’s intent on making you a pony killer AND an exile?”
>I couldn’t bring myself to answer Snowfall’s expression, an expression that I knew would be saddled with the heartbreaking reality of impending abandonment
>“We’ve known each other for years, James… YEARS… And you’d sooner leave me in the dust for someone you met hours ago because you’re so scared of ponies…”
“If there were any other path, I’d take it! You know that! But the way I see it, your ponydom’s firmly set in and only gets worse from here, and I’m just trying to avoid that happening to me!”
>Both Snowfall’s eyes and mine were glimmering pleadingly, but, as though I needed further reason to question whether I’d made a wrong choice, hers transmitted undertones of accusation
>“Fine! Just take your stupid wire back to Peter and build the damn radio…”
>Her horn began to glow brightly as a shimmering sound filled the room, followed by a sharp crash a moment later as the spool of wire tipped from the band saw and tumbled to the floor
>The wooden circle forming its base sang a brief, hollow song before coming a rest a couple of feet away from me, and I carefully picked up the object that had so thoroughly hurt our friendship
>I hugged it against my stomach as I rose to my feet, while Snowfall steadied herself against the band saw and rose to her hind hooves, glaring up at me as she silently ushered my departure

>>30798066
“Snowfall, I don’t want to leave like this! I know… I’ll be back for you one day… It might be weeks… months even, but I know I’ll be back…”
>“And why would you ever come back to a place like this, when every room, basement, and attic is crawling with us ponies, the vile cretins?”
“Humanity’s developed a vaccine for practically every other disease under the sun… Those of us who still have hands might still be able to turn this around…”
>Snowfall flared her nostrils and released a long, pensive breath
>“You don’t know that for sure… What if this really is the end?”
>I opened my mouth in hopes of responding, but none of my thoughts made it from my mind’s staging area to my voicebox
>“I should’ve never tried to follow you… I should’ve just accepted Sky Meadows’ friendship and joined their herd sooner… They actually loved me… They cared for me…”
“Snowfall, I DO care for you… and you’ll see, just like you did for me, I’ll be back one day… with… with a cure for this hell the ponies put us through…”
>Any hopes of appearing stoic were brusquely foiled as I shifted my weight uneasily between my feet, seemingly prompting Snowfall to question anew every truthful thing I’d ever said
>She wiped a tear from her eyes as her horn glimmered, levitating my EMT pouch onto the spool that I had clamped against my torso
>“Just… go… I can’t… I can’t believe this is what we’ve come to, and I can’t bear to look at you like this any longer… Get away from me… Just walk away…”
>With reckless abandon for what the wobbling, cross-armed mare might do, I took a few steps toward her, planting myself defiantly at her side
>She refused to make eye contact with me, instead taking a vested interest in the faint spots of rust dotting the saw, even after I tried to speak
“Snowfall, please don’t be like this…”

>>30798074
>“Don’t forget your gun on the way out for all the heroic killings you ‘need to do.’”
>I supported my belongings in one hand as my other tenderly reached for her forming muzzle, gently turning her gaze a few degrees to face my own
“Snowfall…”
>She tore her head away from my fingers just before a blue glow enveloped them, throwing my hand down to my side with insistent telekinetic force
>“GO”
>After a few seconds that seemed to drag on for an eternity, my feet finally began to diffidently carry me toward the steep stairs that would lead me out of the room
>And away from Snowfall… for… for who knows how long…
>Glancing down at the spool of wire, I couldn’t help but find myself wondering whether it was remotely worth it
>What if Peter was wrong about getting the radio to work? What if the room he was hiding in had already been overrun, and I was back to living the lone survivor lifestyle?
>There were too many what ifs, and they all circled back t-
>I was still a few yards away from the stairs when a gentle, almost intentionally muted, rustle of fabric behind me caught my attention
>Furrowing my brow proved to be much quicker and easier than investigating the disturbance, and it took a couple seconds for me to turn around and identify the noise’s source
>Immediately, I flinched to side, throwing myself against the thick steel housing of a lathe as a flurry of turquoise rushed past my knees, coming within inches of me as it slid to a stop
“Snowfall, what’s gotten into you?!”
>All I could register was a blur of color as the mare rushed at me again, prompting me to throw the wire and pouch to the ground amid my attempts to dodge her
>With a din of heavy breaths, she came to a halt on the concrete in the aisle’s center, thankfully, not between me and the exit

>>30798084
>“I’m sorry, James, I tried… Honestly, I… I really tried to fight it…”
>I stared down at the strikingly animalistic profile of my best friend, standing about three feet tall as she balanced her weight among her hind hooves and her mostly-formed forehooves
>With this angle and four-legged posture, her swiftly fusing forehooves bore only a slight resemblance to her unchanged hands from a few hours ago, marked by faint bends in her joints
>Her clothes had been removed and lay in a heap at the aisle’s far end, rendering her naked, save for the sea of turquoise fur that bathed modest swathes of her body from head to hoof
>While her ears twitched and she shifted combatively on her hooves, her tail worked double time to counter her swaying and flick aggressively
>There was no denying that by this point in her transformation she was better suited to life on four legs… and she was fucking fast at it, too
“Snowfall, what the hell are you doing?!”
>Snowfall flicked her mane to the side and flared her nostrils as she drew in a deep breath
>“Bipedalism doesn’t work for me! I was only doing that to humor you because I thought you’d be upset to see your best friend walking around on four legs like she belonged in a barn!”
>“I should’ve done away with my clothes a long time ago, too! You’re lucky I’m not a Pegasus, otherwise my flighty instincts would’ve ridden me of those long before you returned!”
>“But hey, I guess none of that matters, since you were never planning on staying with your doomed-to-ponydom friend in the first place! So what if I’m embracing my new species?”
>“I hope it doesn’t bother you too much James, because you’re going to be seeing me like this a lot when I’m through with you!”

>>30798091
>I planted my feet and raised my fists menacingly as Snowfall lurched into action again, barreling down on me with lightning-quick speed that had eluded her the entirety of her bipedal life
>Confidence in my ‘armor’ against the ponies rapidly crumbled as her horn shot off sparks of blue light, swiftly raising the ankle of my jeans and exposing several inches of skin
>I yanked the targeted leg out of the way before Snowfall could establish solid contact, but as she crashed into me, we both fell to the concrete
>Her hooves flailed for a few moments amid a flurry of turquoise fur and white hair as she struggled to reestablish her stance, granting me a half second’s head start in righting myself
>As soon as I had my bearings about me, I backed up a couple yards from her, staying light on my feet as I prepared for another onslaught
“Snowfall, stop, I thought you said you respected my wishes to not be a pony! You said you wanted me to just go away, not even ten seconds ago!”
>As the mare planted her hooves, her horn shimmered back to life, casting an eerie glow over the dimly lit floor and her enraged expression
>“You never NEEDED to be a pony, James, but I draw the line at you abandoning me! I’d hoped to catch you off guard and make this a bit easier, but you’re not winning a fight against a unicorn!”
>The worst part was, she was absolutely right about that
>I wasn’t going to win in a hand-to-hoof fight with her, and as much as I had told myself I would never actually resort to using Peter’s gun, that had been b-

>>30798101
>With a sharp tug, the front of my shirt was nearly yanked out of my hoodie as it became enveloped in a blue glow, dragging me forward in the direction of Snowfall
>She hardly moved as I stumbled toward her, rolling to the side as I extended my arms and pushed her away before sliding to the ground a few feet away
>I tried to kick myself to my feet, but was terrified to find that my shoes had been pinned to the concrete, sparking with icy blue intensity as Snowfall focused on keeping me exactly where I was
>She was using a considerable amount of her fledgling magic to hold me in place with such unassailable force, but it was undeniably working thus far
>As I felt my shirt collar tightening and the glow filling the lower corners of my vision, I noticed her telekinesis waver only slightly when I tried to probe her magic’s strength with one of my feet
“Snowfall, this isn’t you! The virus is fucking with your head and making you more aggressive than I know you naturally are! You have to fight it!”
>My hands, still unrestrained by her thinly stretched magical resources, grappled with my collar in a desperate attempt to keep myself in control of my own throat
>“Oh, no, that’s where you’re wrong, James. I’m totally in control. This is entirely me doing the fighting, and it’s entirely you who’s to blame”
>As the unicorn’s hooves clicked nearer against the concrete, her strength intensified and I could begin to discern the beads of sweat that had formed on her brow amid the strenuous effort

>>30798105
>She didn’t appear to be enjoying it nearly as much as Storm Cloud had, but knowing the kind of person she once was, becoming abruptly endowed with magic would elicit a small power trip
>Her face, having morphed about halfway into a muzzle with a strained expression of exertion, was nearly unrecognizable as that of a former human male, let alone that of Alexander
>Still, I needed to know whether he was still somewhere in there, if only for morbid curiosity granting me permission to turn the page on his chapter
“The fencing team, sophomore year! Do you remember what we were arguing about after that event?”
>If it were true that fully converted ponies lose their bad memories… Surely Snowfall wouldn’t remember the specifics of that fight…
>“Oh yeah, even that broken foil would really come in handy right now, wouldn’t it?”
>Well, fuck, I must’ve really pissed you off if this isn’t the virus doing the fighting…
>“Alas, life isn’t fair, James, and sometimes it takes a beatdown by a pastel pony to remind you of that…”
>I briefly gagged as her telekinetic grip tightened around the sensitive muscles of my throat, but as the otherwise judicious unicorn came a bit closer, she realized her mistake a moment too late
>The fleeting force of her magic around my arm had little effect, and in a single quick, committed blow, my fist met the underside of her jaw with a sickening crash, followed by a cry of agony
>As Snowfall stumbled backwards, I felt the external forces around my body dissipate, allowing me to scramble away from her while she remained dazed
>She continued reeling and rubbing her muzzle for a precious few seconds, and as I dove to the base of the stairs, I thrust my hand forward until I felt it wrap around the cool steel of the pistol

>>30798112
>By the time I glanced back at my attacker, she’d become well aware of my intentions, and let out a bestial snarl I could’ve never expected from an equine
>At the same time, my plan to appear more daunting by rising to my feet and looming over her provided fleetingly little intimidation, her horn flickering to life again after its brief downtime
>My vision still remained slightly foggy from my time spent brawling, but as Snowfall appeared in the general vicinity of the pistol’s sights, my message hit its target even if the bullet wouldn’t
>Both of my hands gripped the pistol tightly in anticipation of Snowfall trying to yank it from me, but to my surprise, as the pistol became enveloped in blue, all I noticed was a faint click
>My questions and fears were answered less than half a second later as a sharp clattering rang out from the floor a few inches in front of my feet
>Snowfall’s expression twisted into a pompous smile, proud of herself for having found the pistol’s magazine release in record time
>“You dropped something”
“Turn your horn off, however you do that. I’m not messing around”
>My knuckles turned white as the stippled texture of the grip dug into my palms, the adrenaline of the situation driving me to clasp the gun with excessive tension
>“James, I’m not sure you know how a pistol works, and I don’t think you’re in a position to be demanding things. See, the bullets go in the clip, which, when you drop-”
>My hands slid up slightly on the grip, firming cupping the back of the pistol’s slide
“I know how this thing works, Snowfall. What YOU mean are ‘rounds’ and ‘magazines.’ I’ve still got one round left in the chamber that you didn’t clear, but that one round is all I need”

>>30798119
>She furrowed her brow and craned her neck, peering at the pistol from whatever angle might grant her insight or the ability to clear the purported final round she couldn’t see
>Her expression conveyed that she was visibly perplexed, but not turned away from what would prove to be a curious mechanical puzzle, if not for the high stakes
“If you try to use your magic again, bad things are going to happen”
>“You’re not going to kill me. You’re into that ‘do no harm’ stuff like it’s prime jerk off material”
>Snowfall’s lip twitched, but she managed to stifle a faint chuckle amid the gallows humor playing through her mind
>While her tail flicked and she shifted her weight on her hooves, I noticed a familiar glimmer in her eye… the look of a pony sizing me up while she weighs the risks of making a move
“Every second that passes, I find it harder to condemn Peter for what he did to a pony like Clementine Breeze. This is serious, and you being smug has no place here”
>“What, would you honestly kill ME? Your best friend? I helped carry you through years at… at Carmine…”
>In lieu of responding, I took a moment to carefully realign the sights with Snowfall’s sinking expression, hopeful that it would ultimately be a pointless task, done purely for show
>“C-Come on, James, I’m not one of those senseless horse monsters out there… It… It’s me! I remembered that fight we had after the fencing event, didn’t I? I’m… I’m still myself!”
“But you might not be for long…”
>Snowfall’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks as her ears, perked to full attention, caught my every word with brutal, unmistakable clarity

>>30798126
>“No, wait, I’m sorry! James, please! I was scared that you’d leave forever, that I’d never get to see the only true friend I’ve had for the past decade! But you’re yourself, and that’s okay!”
“I’m… myself?”
>Snowfall lowered her stance by a nearly indistinguishable degree, sinking on her hind hooves in a fruitless attempt to appear smaller… less threatening… not worth the cost of a cartridge…
>“Yes, you’re free to do your own thing, to live your life the way you want! Please, James, I can respect that! Just give me a chance to make friends with new herds… I-I just need a chance!”
“Snowfall, I might not leave if I knew I’d never be back. I wouldn’t be gone forever”
>“L-Leave, s-stay, that’s all up to you! I-It’s not for me to say! I can see that now – it was wrong for me to try to tell you what to do, and I’m sorry! You can go away, a-and I mean it this time!”
>Her misty eyes shimmered as she stared down the barrel of the gun, occasionally vacillating her gaze back up to me to make a silent appeal
>She opened her mouth to verbalize the mental rehearsals that were undoubtedly bouncing about her mind, but as I spied my possessions against the aisle’s edge, I figured I’d heard enough
“Pass me the wire and EMT pouch. Peter’s probably worried sick about where I’ve been all this time”
>Snowfall might’ve had yet more to say, but instead she nodded vigorously before walking up to the spool of wire and EMT pouch
>Her horn shimmered momentarily with its familiar blue, but was extinguished almost as quickly as it started
>With a sharp gasp, her eyes went wide and she collapsed to the ground before covering her head with her forelimbs

>>30798128
>“No, no! Wait! I didn’t mean to use my magic! Please, it was an accident! Please! Oooh, I can’t do anything right! At this rate, I wouldn’t even be able to find a herd to take me in! Oh, hayseed!”
>Snowfall stayed where she had fallen, trembling with tightly shut eyes as her tears formed a small puddle on the concrete
>Her ears had flattened against her head, but they registered the clicks of me picking up the pistol’s magazine, re-inserting it into the grip, and double-checking the breach
>I hadn’t been bluffing about there being a round there, and I breathed a sigh a relief that it hadn’t been necessary to demonstrate
>I was apprehensive to approach Snowfall after she’d already deceived me once, but each approaching footstep caused her to shudder and turn away from her potentially foreboding fate
>By the time I stood where she had once been, she’d meekly kicked herself another ten feet down the aisle and was facing away from me, like a troublesome dissident awaiting execution
>Her forelimbs remained wrapped around her head as I picked up my possessions, strapping the pouch around my belt before I slung the wire over my shoulder
>With a tremulous croak, she spoke up softly through a muzzle that remained pressed into the concrete
>“James, I-I-I can’t s-see you, so I can’t use my… my magic… I’m going to keep my head here until I hear the door shut behind you… J-Just please tell me… Am I going to be alright?”
>I couldn’t help but crack a weak smile, even if there wasn’t anyone to see it

>>30798137
“Well, I’M certainly not going to hurt you… And you’re a smart, medically inclined unicorn with a big heart. Your… Your herd will be lucky to have you”
>She didn’t verbally acknowledge me, but as her head rocked in what I presumed to be a nod of affirmation, I found evidence that she’d at least heard me
>I was more than a little upset about the looming inevitability of giving up my best friend to ponydom, but if she and I had truly reached an impasse, it was something I’d need to accept
>When I reached the base of the stairs, I dropped to a knee and unzipped my EMT pouch, retrieving a generous array of basic essentials including bandages, gauze, and cleaning pads
>After collecting them into a small heap where I knew Snowfall would see them, I double-checked this pile that represented about a third of the supplies I’d once carried with me
>Climbing the metal steps to the door leading out of the room, my right leg was discernably a bit lighter, but I knew that I was leaving the absent supplies in good hands… er, hooves
>Go show ‘em what you can do, Snowfall… I just hope you don’t get too many patients as a result of what Peter and I are bound to do…

>inb4 James had all these dignified opportunities to be converted and then just gets a Pegasus feather stuck in his shirt or some bullshit
As is standard, Cuddly Doom will continue its Monday/Thursday schedule with an update on the evening of Monday August 28!
Have a marvelous weekend, everypony!

>>30798143
All I can say is that was much more heartbreaking than I thought it was going to be.

>>30798143
If I were old, these cliffhangers would've killed me by now.

>>30795882
Well shit, seems to me like things are going to get a lot, lot worse in this story before they get any better. Good update, always glad to have these!

>IT'S THE FUTURE!!!1!!
>You and your friends are heading over to the VRcade to play
>You're the last to get into your pod, and you're hyped for some testosterone-fueled action with your bros
>The lid closes, the machine whirs to life, and you're transported to the corpse-strewn battlefields of-
>...a bedroom?
>The door bursts open, and about half a dozen pastel-colored foals rush in towards you
>"Mommy!"
>"G'morning, Mom!"
>"Mooom!"
>As they jump up on the bed to snuggle into you, you notice that you're also a horse
>A heavily pregnant horse
"W-what?"
>Your voice is soft and feminine
>A masculine chuckle catches your attention
>A large stallion is watching from the doorway with a lopsided smirk
>He swaggers towards you, and your heart skips a beat
>You don't feel threatened by the him, but for some reason you feel really intimidated
>He gently brushes his hoof along your muzzle, and you whimper
>"I don't get it. How can you keep gettin' more and more beautiful every day?"
>Before you can say anything, he presses his lips against yours
>Sparks course down your spine as he kisses you, paralysing you
>When you don't kiss back, he pulls away almost as confused as you
>"...You ain't Nick, are you?"
>You shake your head
>He smiles
>"Must'a been a mixup on the outside. Well, if you like what you saw here, there's always room in the herd~"
>Suddenly you're back in the pod, and a voice from the outside calls out to you
>"Sorry, I loaded the wrong program! Here you go!"
>You're thrust into the game alongside your friends, but you're still thrown for a loop
>You're too distracted thinking about what happened to be much help to them
>You apologize for your sub-par playing as you all split up and head home
>No matter how hard you try, you can't get it out of your head
>While tossing and turning in bed, you give in to your curiosity and call the VRcade operator to schedule a private session
>You'll just pop in, figure out what that shit was all about, and pop back out

>>30799176
Nice one.

>>30799176
Rather want to see where this goes

>>30799206
>>30799212
It's a prompt

Sorry

>>30799176
Ready Pony One?

>>30799176
Hnnnng..

shoot me in the face

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>>30799785
Okay

You become a pony. Everyone else acts like this is totally normal.
Do you accept this unquestioningly or investigate?

>>30800120
You know, this reminds me that it seems that people keep missing the opportunity to explore the possibilities that are brought up by First Pony View of becoming a pony in a world where humans and ponies are integrated as equals. That just seems like it'd be such a flexible concept that can be used in many different ways.

In case you haven't read it, First Pony View is here:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/435/first-pony-view

It's pretty good; although, it does have some major pacing problems when it gets to the hospital.

>>30800213
I wish something would happen in that story.

>>30799804
He got what he really wanted.

Would you prefer losing your memories and keeping your personality when turned into a pony, or keeping your memories and having your personality completely reshaped?

>>30800676
I'm pretty sure that in my case, my memories affect my personality and vice versa
With that being said, I'd want to keep my personality, so that i can be happy and carefree like when i was younger

>>30798143
Fuck.
The feels man
The fucking feels of this story
This thing won't end well will it?
anyways, fantastic new chapter
Soundtrack of this chapter: https://youtu.be/yPDqThq9QA0

>“Doesn’t she know that you and I are, like, a thing?”
Wait, so Alex and James were gay?

>>30800676
The second one, because my personality is shit anyways.

>>30800676
Absolutely unacceptable in both cases.
The former option is slightly better as you can always make new memories.
On the other hand, if you're overwritten by a completely different pony personality you may not want anything to do with your own past leaving you no better off than a complete mind wipe.

>>30799176
Turns out that being the family mare is an instantly addictive experience.
Really amazing idea.

>>30801813
>ywn be a freak of nature

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>>30798143

Well I suppose the way this went down was for the best, Snowfall gets to go and join her kind with the belief that someday James will come back for her. James on the other hand gets to stay on team awesome, go humans!
Still the only thing that keeps bothering me is that we haven't heard from Daisy in a while and I'm sure she's not going to be to happy when she finds out that Clementine, the third friend she made is dead and James was there when it happened.

>>30801498
>suddenly shoved into a 100% completely lifelike experience of being a pregnant mother complete with loving husband and children.
>not being addictive.
Even the basic bitch Vive headset can cause you to forget reality exists sometimes, trying to put your head through the bedroom floor because you want to see whats in a hole within the game world is one instance.
Full spectrum VR would have people practically abandoning their meat shells in droves.

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I want to be a large trap colt

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>>30799785

>>30804234
Forget the condom. The best way to ride a pony is bareback.

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>>30791235
They become the main six and improv bad episode ideas.

>>30799176
Can we get more of this?

please ;~;

>>30804549
Why don't you give it a try, Anon?

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>>30804275
How to become a pony: find the magic saddle and put it on.

>>30805251
Because I write like an autist

i don't know if anyone can help but i'm looking for a specific erotic TF fimfic that has shining armor in a dark room breathing pink gas that makes him into a mare then he proceeeds to suck off a dick in a glory hole, i originally got that story from here, but i've lost it and i can't find it for the life of me.

pls help

>>30805462
So like every other /mlp/ writefag.

>>30804318
all of them have freckles, besides the one that canonically does? what?

>>30806676
It's the freckle-reversal alternate universe.

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>>30806193
I'll have a look for it.

>>30806193
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/169088/7/the-milking-chamber/gender-bending-shining-armour-transformations-forced-feminization-glory-holes-incest-netorare-part-one-of-three
Think this is what you're looking for.

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Transformation into an edgy horse.

>>30806922
yep

>>30799176
If you start a family within a virtual space, is it morally okay for you to leave them by returning to the real world? Your kids would basically be going without their mother for days, maybe even weeks at a time. If you don't have a family in the real world, the question becomes even more pertinent. You have a husband and children who love and miss you while your sitting at home eating Chinese food alone and watching Netflix. It's like those traveling salesmen with a second family, except you only have one family.

>>30809486
Those 'kids' also have to return to their real lives sometimes.

>>30809632
Who says that the kids are other people? They were probably made the old fashioned way. Except, you know, in a virtual world.

>Have a simulation program made of your horsebando
>Be a mare so that you can be his loving wife
>Have lots of horsesex
>Get pregnant, have a foal
>And then another
>And another
>And another
>And so on, until you're having an existential crisis about which world you belong in

>>30809967
The kids might be simulated, but then why would abandoning them pose a moral dilemma?
I'd rather see them as being real people who have formed this weird VR herd arrangement.

>>30810720
If they're sapient, it poses a moral dilemma regardless of whether or not the kids are simulated.

When's the next Pony Story (or whatever it's called now) update?

>>30811090
This is an important question. I'm doing my best to remain patient but I need my fix.

>>30810764
>>30810720
>>30809967
Hypothetically, with neither parent logged in they could just hibernate if they didnt want to do anything alone, but other than that they'd function almost like any other child would.
A properly functional AI is just a person with different capabilities.
You dont give a baby, however smart, the power to do things it's not mature enough to handle and nor do you lock it inside a room with a bunch of books to read.
Likewise with AI.
Hell, a simulated VR enviroment for an AI to 'grow up' in is likely how they're going to be made in the future, nature's been working out the bugs on producing new lifeforms for billions of years after all, so why change what works just because it's mechanical rather than biological?

>>30810764
I don't think the VR arcade, used for wargames and pony fantasies, is going to have the ability to create intelligent AI life.

>>30811939
The arcade probably has a super intelligent AI who oversees the games to enhance the player's experience. Playing against an intelligent opponent is always more interesting than playing against a simple algorithm.

You are transported to Equestria as a human.
These are the rules:
>If you kill a pony and eat their heart, you take the form of that pony
>you gain all their powers and abilities (including friendship powers), other ponies will not notice the difference
>You can do this as many times as you wish, but you can only transform into each pony once (obviously)
>You can only do ponies, no other creatures

What do you do?

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>>30812236
Go big or go home.

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>>30811989
>super intelligent AI
This is gonna turn into Friendship is Optimal at this rate.

>>30812411
It was just a suggestion, it would be up to whatever writefag picked it up to decide what they wanted to do with it.

>>30812483
Fingers crossed for someone to pick it up.

>>30812263
What's the first order of business once you're princess of Equestria?

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This is important so I'll repost it.

>Anon hears the story of AJ's parents
>He feels for AJ, asks Twilight if there's anything they can do
>She says no, but a mysterious visitor he meets that night says yes
>A spell is cast, and Anon falls unconscious
>When he wakes up, he's now Pear Butter
>And he's laying in bed next to Bright Mac
>After begrudgingly taking a deep, tongue-filled good-morning kiss from his new husband, He awkwardly fakes his way through breakfast and feigns illness as an excuse to hide from the family while they start the day, and the visitor comes to him again
>Tells him that it's either him or AJ's parents, and that they are going to give them a week to make that decision
>Then they vanish, leaving him trapped at Sweet Apple Acres in a mare's body

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Crosspostan from RGRE

>pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/PoppedAnon
paste: https://pastebin.com/wSBBJhvh

>>30814914
>You are Wordsmith.
>It is three fourty-four in the morning, and you could be asleep.
>You should be asleep, but you cannot get back to sleep.
>So you stare at the ceiling in your near pitch black room.
>You count the ticks on your clock as it approaches the time you’re ‘supposed’ to wake up.
>’43, 42, 41...’
>Your overly large bed is empty as it usually is.
>Warm, but without comfort.
>’30, 29, 28...’
>As it usually is.
>’15, 14, 13...’
>This is the life you signed up for.
>This is the life you wanted.
>This is the life that your sons would have.
>And their sons
>’7, 6, buck it.’
>In a practiced motion you turn off the alarm before the hammer touches the bell.
>Three fourty-five AM.
>With only a subtle amber glow to give you away, four adorable bumblebee house shoes float from under your bed and onto each hoof.
>You hate bees.
>But Front Page saved her allowance for three weeks to get them for your thirty-first birthday because they matched your eyes.
>So they make you smile regardless.
>Before anything else you make sure to walk over to Anonymous’ crib.
>He is still sleeping soundly, cloth diaper stuffed under his pillow in what has become his favorite hiding spot for it.
>Primarily because if Mysty would attempt to pull it from under him he would wake right up and would put up a fuss in her clumsy attempts to put it back on.
>However light a sleeper your youngest son is, though, he cannot match the delicate touch of father’s magic.
>With magic memory that is second only to your most basic levitate, you softly, securely, and silently place the diaper back on your foal.
>You then wrap him up in his blanket, and carry him to the kitchen. Still only using your magic as a light source.
>After a minute of heating to precisely 101 degrees Fahrenheit, you place the bottle Mysty’s milk to Anonymous’ lips and he immediately begins to suckle while still sleeping.

>>30814927
>With your son’s needs taken care of, you start your day.
>After a quick shower, shampoo, and style you look at yourself in the mirror and take a bit of pride in knowing that you are up and working before the princess herself.
>Look and smelling your best, you head back to the crib to find the bottle half empty and Anonymous half awake. Tiny muzzle searching for the dropped bottle.
>You sigh.
>’Father could keep taking care of Page’s needs throughout his entire morning ritual’
“One day,” you murmur to yourself.
>You lift him and the bottle and place it back in his mouth, take him back out of the crib and head back to the kitchen.
>Maintaining your delicate hold on your son, you get started on breakfast.
Inkwell is coming home today with Scribble, but not in time for breakfast. Page got an A on her book report so…
>The cabinets opened and precise measurements of sugar, salt, flour, and baking powder gently float down to the counter.
>Out of the icebox comes another bottle, a couple eggs, and some cow milk.
>A bowl floats up from underneath the counter and settles neatly in the center of your ingredients.
>As you mix the ingredients the milk finishes heating, without even breaking your rhythm your switch out the nearly empty bottle for the fresh one.
>After adding a bit more butter than usual you pour enough batter to fill the whole bottom of the pan and place it on the stove.
>’One Mount Canter, two Mount Canter, three Mount Canter...’
>You pull out a hoofful of strawberries and begin to dice them.
>’Forty three Mount Canter, forty four Mount Canter, forty five Mount Canter.’
>With a flick you flip the pancake and it lands perfectly in the center of the pan.

>>30814933
>’One Mount Canter, two Mount Canter, three Mount Canter...’
>You remove the bottle from Anonymous’ mouth and begin to rub his belly with your magic
>’Twenty nine Mount Canter, thirty Mount Canter.’
>With a well practiced strong flip the pancake is tossed upwards from the pan.
>A lime green plate floats from the dish drain and catches the large pancake.
>You grab an apple from the fruit basket, and cut it into four slices and place them onto the steaming hot pastry.
>Your ear twitches at the sound of somepony entering your home and “stealthily” coming into the kitchen
Don’t touch the light switch, Anonymous is still asleep.
>You can feel the embarrassed look on your wife’s face.
>Then the cute little scrunch she has as she tries to think of something to explain away missing the mid-afternoon train back from Fillydelphia.
>Even the thought of her little muzzle crinkled in thought makes you smile.
>You levitate the plate to the table alongside a knife, fork, glass of milk, and three daisies.
>”Look, Smithy-”
Were you able to finish the research for your novel?
>Yes it was rude to cut her off, but you wanted this nipped in the bud.
>”I...yes, I was able to get my research done. I have the ending all ready to write.”
>’Meaning no more all-nighters, unexplained trips, or empty beds.’
>’For a time at least’
>You smile and face your wife and plant a kiss right at the base of her horn.
“Good, I’ve missed you.”, your son interrupts you with a soft burp, “Now eat your breakfast, because I know you hate train food.”

>>30814941
>”Tha...that’s it?”
>You sigh.
It can’t be a surprise that I’d miss my wife while she is away, especially when my other mares and my other sons are gone too.
>You straighten up and nuzzle Anonymous’ sleeping face
“But my fillies and colts are coming home. Inkwell has a week off while the scribes go over applications to replace Royal Writ, Fine Print is on her way back from Dodge Junction as we speak, Upper-” your wife audibly scoffs and you roll your eyes, “Upper Crust has finished attending all those stockholder benefits and meetings, and little Scribble and High Breed are coming home with their mothers’.”
>Despite the sun being hours away you feel warmer.
My family will finally be back where they belong.
>Mysty sits at the table and before digging into her meal, pauses and looks at you with a sad smile.
>”I’ll make sure our work doesn’t all happen at once like this Smithy, my stallion shouldn’t be alone.”
>You roll your eyes while pouring two smaller circles of batter in the pan.
>As you mentally count you remove Anonymous’ diaper and throw it into the laundry bin.
>You go to lift the bin to take it to laundry pail, but you feel your magic on the pan weaken.
Mysty, can you take the laundry outside? I just changed Anonymous.
>”Mmm”
>Without even lifting her head from the plate her horn glows a warm green and the bin is teleported away.
>It is returned a second later completely empty.
Thanks, dear.
>You flip the pancakes, and barely hear a much better attempt to sneak.
Page, come get some breakfast first.
>The movement stops, no doubt wondering what she did wrong to get caught when trying to pass by during the sound of the teleport and over the din of the sizzling pan.
>A quiet grumble followed by a sigh is the symbolic white flag.

>>30814946
>Her disappointment fades as soon as she sees what you’re cooking.
>”Pancakes!”,her saddlebags fall as she runs to the table.
Shh! I need to get Anonymous’ diaper on, and it will be a battle if I have to do it while he is awake.
>Your wife takes on a serious look for a second as she looks at your, surprisingly still sleeping, son.
>”I have to take him to the hospital, later on today.”
>You bury your initial shock and fear under the fact that Anonymous is perfectly healthy and this is probably just a checkup.
Why is that, Mysty?
>She sighs.
>That fear thrusts a hoof out of its grave
>”It’s time for his scan n’ surge.”
>You involuntarily bring your son closer to you and everything else in your grip dips low.
I wo-
>”You know you shouldn’t Smithy. You know why too.”
>You are mad that you were cut off, offended that Mysterious would choose for you.
>And frustrated that she was right.
>”Mom, dad? Did I miss something? What’s a scan and surge?”
>Front Page had a bit of an edge to her voice, either mad that she was being talked over or because her strawberry pancakes aren’t yielding to her attempts to snatch them from your magic.
>You give Mysty a look that lets her know that you WILL be talking about this later, then turn to your daughter.
It is a pair of procedures that unicorn foals need to go through, well, need to go through if you don’t want them casting and surging all over the place.

>”What do you mean, dad? I can only levitate, I’m not even close to being able to cast any spells.”
It’s a leftover from the pre-Equestria times. Whenever something threatened a unicorn foal they could cast any number of random spells upon it to try and save themselves, or delay until their parents could arrive
>”Yep, it is why us unicorns were able to make a civilization for ourselves when pegasi were constantly fighting to survive and earth ponies were only getting by, by providing food for us.”
>Your daughter rolls her eyes, “Thanks for the lesson, but why can’t I cast anything when little foals can?”
>Your wife ignores the sarcasm and answers, “Because older unicorns need to be able to control what they cast, and on top of that many spells that seem like one are many stacked on top of each other in quick succession”
>Mysterious smiles closes her eyes and sits up straight, looking every bit as striking as she did when your first met her, “For example, the teleport I just performed was in fact nine total spells. First I had to slightly levitate what I was going to move, to make sure I didn’t teleport the floor anywhere. Second was a scan to make sure that I didn’t have anything in my magical field that I didn’t intend to teleport. Third an anti-material barrier to make sure nothing could get into my field, followed by an anti-magic barrier to make sure noponies’ magic could stop or interfere with the teleport. Next was a scan of the location I intended to teleport the bin to, so I didn’t teleport it into anything or into the ground. Then was another two barriers so that nothing could enter or interfere with the target area. Finally the actual teleport, and then a sound dampening spell so I wouldn’t wake my little prince when I was dispelling all of the barriers”
>Your daughter’s jaw was slack, and you felt the same tingle that resulted in your darling son.
>”And I did all of that again when I brought the bin back”

>>30814959
>Front Page sunk down to the point only her head and hooves were on the table.
>”How am I supposed to do all that?,” she pouted simultaneously breaking and melting your heart, “You can cast like a hundred spells in 5 seconds, and I can’t even make my hooves silent.”
>Mysty levitated Page over to her lap where she wrapped a forehoof around her.
>”Two things Page; one I can only cast eighty seven unique spells in five seconds,” Front Page went slack in her mother’s grip, which was immediately adjusted to hug her tighter, “and two you’re already further along magically than I was when I was your age.”
>Front Page looked up at Mysterious, disbelief clear on her face.
>”It’s true. I was nearly ten before I mastered levitation, and you had it down back when you were seven.”
>You lowered the breakfast plate and Front Page gripped it in her magic and brought it to her, a small smile on her face.
>”Each unicorn is unique, dear, some go their entire lives not casting anything beyond what their talent requires, and some have a library of spells under their horns before they graduate from school.”
>Mysty ruffles Page’s mane before finishing, “It takes a lot of work to be a truly magical unicorn, but it isn’t necessary to be a happy one. Because I’ve met Sunset Shimmer, and while that twelve year old filly is a magical powerhouse, she is also the surliest little brat I’ve ever seen.”
>You scowl at the mean spirited jab at a child, and Front Page giggling at her mother makes it all the worse.
>You don’t want your daughter to be the type of foal who gets her enjoyment from tearing down others.
Mysterious! Don’t talk about a foal that way! I’m sure it is hard on her having to live up to the princess’ expectations.
>”Aah ahn sssh it.”
>’Oh, just buck me running.’

>>30814966
>You are Anonymous
>’What time is it?’
Aah ahn ssh it?
>And you really miss talking.
>You immediately look around to see that you’re in the kitchen.
>And that is very dimly lit.
>As usual your stomach is already full.
>”Aww, Smithy...you woke up Anonymous. Tsk tsk, oh well.”
>The lights cut on and blind you for a few seconds.
>”But, Mom, you never answered, what’s a surge n scan?”
>Your mother glances at Wordsmith before answering, smiling at Page with her ears lowered, “We’re going to the hospital to see how strong Anonymous’ magic is, where it leans, and hopefully get it flowing so he doesn’t destroy the house when he learns how to access it.”
>’Fuck am I going to have to get a shot or something?’
>’Whatever, can’t be worse than a series of bullets.’
>Your ear twitches as you hear the jingling of keys in the next room approach.
>A tired looking, pale red unicorn mare with a medium ash-blonde mane in a curled bob walks in.
>With a sigh she removes her straw sunhat and places it at an empty section of the table and shakes her head.
>And like a switch was flipped a bright smile was plastered across her face.

>>30814973
>”Ladies!”, she gives your mom and sister each a firm handshake. Hoofshake, whatever, “Gentlecolts...”, she bows and kisses Wordsmith’s hoof before smiling at you and kissing your forehead. “Through my superior business acumen, winning grin, and mighty pen,” she says posing at each word, “I have secured not one, not two, but every construction contract for Appleoosa and a couple in Dodge Junction just for good measure.”
>”Private residences and businesses too, or just public buildings?” Mom asked.
>”Why everything from the outhouse to the jailhouse ‘o matriarch” Fine added with a deep mocking bow, “Even managed the contract for the Apple’s farmhouse and the local Barnyard Bargains.”
>Wordsmith looked surprised, “I can’t believe you managed to convince the Apples to pay to have something built. They’re usually too proud to have somepony outside of their family even work on their farm.”
>Fine Print then wrapped an arm around Wordsmith, “Au contraire my stallion fair, you just have to appeal to their sense of family and pragmatism.” She gave Wordsmith a kiss on the cheek before sitting at the table, “Let them know that if half the family comes to built that’s half the family not working on their own farms and businesses, the rest is just acting like you belong. Sit at their table, eat their meals, by the way no fruit for mine if I have to eat another apple I’ll lose my mind.”
>Front Page perked up at that, “Hey, their apple pies and fritters are really really good Mother Fine.”
>Without missing a beat the perky mare put on a sly smile and shot back, “Oh? And how are their Apple Macs?”
>Your sister blushed, and started pouting and mumbling to herself.

>>30814983
>After some snickering Mom continued on, “So, Fine, that has to be an outstanding commission you’re in for. Any plans? I know how you don’t like working for so long, but I also know you hate being broke a lot less.”
>”Well, blessed sister mine, you won’t have to look down your muzzle at me. Oh no no no. I plan on saving half of every bit I make.”
>Mom nods, smiling proudly, “Good mare, convincing Upper Crust of helping any mare besides herself is a battle, and I don’t like pulling rank overmuch.”
>”However I do plan on using a good deal of the rest to take our sweet Smithy on a lovely little trip, I’m looking to,” she pauses and looks at you and then Page, “make myself a full member.”
>Her eyebrows are going insane, so even if Page didn’t get innuendo is no doubt she does now.
>You yawn, your early wake up and full stomach fighting against you.
>”Now I know that you were on the train right before my own, and sweet Smithy loves to treat his girls right, but what is our oldest doing awake?”
>Front Page pulled back from all the attention suddenly directed her way.
>”I-I was um..”
>Without looking away from the stack of pancakes Wordsmith answered, “She was going to observe the pegasi clearing out the loose Everfree weather, from a SAFE distance and NOT on Sweet Apple’s farm.”
>Your heavy eyes close.
>”Aww Dad, come on I’m not a little foal anym-”
>…

>>30814988
>”Aaaaap”
>You feel a hoof boop your nose.
>You blearily open your eyes just in time to see a white hoof cloud your vision and give you another boop.
>”Aap aap aap”
Am ah am ah
>You wave your hoof gently at the attacker, drowsiness preventing you from going any faster.
>You brush it away only for another soft tingly strike to make it through.
>You try to sit up on your hooves only to feel some cloth straps restrict your movement.
>Any sleepiness is blown away in fear.
>You look around quickly to get your bearings.
>Only to see that you’re in a double stroller with a giggling Rarity.
>An odd thing that you notice is that her mane is in the same style that you put it in a little over a week ago.
>It does look adorable on her, and take a bit a pride that her mom thought so too while doing her hair.
>A gust of cold air makes you look away, and you see that you’re in the hospital again.
>You can’t really see anything except legs and stomachs, but you assume that you’re here for the shot they were talking about earlier.
>”Text, Crumbles two for the Starswirl? They’re both in there?” A yellow earth pony with a blue neatly curled mane looks in at you and then Rarity, “Ok lets get to the examination room.”
>Her voice was harsh, and every word had an almost indistinguishable growl behind it.
>”Hello, Cold,” your mother says tersely, “I thought we would be seeing Fullheart today.”
>”Nurse Fullheart is observing.” Cold replies, tone not changing from general aggravation, “So her reactions to any unusual behavior won’t affect either foal.”
>”Oh..I can see why that-”
>Cold cut off mom immediately
>”That is what she said, I believe that she was actually fearful that your husband would make a return.”
>While her words were still harsh, she wasn’t growling anymore.
>’Maybe that is just how she sounds?’

>>30814993
>You are pushed up to a door which opens up into a pretty large surgical room.
>You can even see the seating area surrounding the operating table, like a medical arena.
>There is a massive device next to the table.
>’This might be a bit worse than a shot.’
>The carriage is pushed over to the table, where the straps holding you in place are loosened, and you along with Rarity are levitated out and onto the table.
>You both look up in awe at the device.
>And slowly your awe falls to confusion
>’Is that a fucking colander with Christmas lights on it?’
>”Is that a bucking colander with Hearth’s Warming lights on it?”
>Cookie covers Rarity’s ears.
>”Not in front of the foals, Mysty!”
>”A doctor came up with the concept, so the original probably was.” Cold lowers the colander to just out of your reach, “The old model needed to have a different attachment for every size horn, this just requires the doctor to change the angle.”
>You mom looks at the device thoughtfully and nods, “That’s actually pretty clever, surprised a nurse never came up with it before…”
>She looks up at Cold, “And the lights, do they light up a specific color for magical affinity to make it easier for the laypony to read?”
>Cold rolls her eyes, “No, they just make it look more festive so the foals aren’t so scared of the thing. For better or worse patient comfort is usually at the forefront on a doctor’s mind.”
>The doors open and a tan stallion with a brown mane walks in holding a tray with two bottles in dark blue magic.
>”Speak of the Nightmare.., thank you Doctor Stable. Could you get some pre-test readings while I get the scanner ready? Start with Rarity, please.”

>>30814999
>”Yes ma’am, Nurse Coldheart. Mrs...” he looks down at his chart, “Crumbles, would you please hold Rarity’s hooves away from her barrel so that I can check her heartbeat?”
>She grabs Rarity’s hooves and holds them outward, before rocking them back and forth to keep her still and entertained.
>She giggles and gives the doctor only the barest of glances, as he listens to her heartbeat, breathing, and the usual tests.
>After he is done he moves over to you, and before he can say anything mom has grabbed your arms and are holding them outward.
>Unlike Cookie she doesn’t try to play with you, but whisper calming nothings into your ear
>’Must think I’d be scared or something.’
>You do watch closely how Stable performs the tests.
>’Heart in the same place, lungs too.’
>’Pretty standard all things considered.’
>A giggle breaks your focus and you see Rarity with the colander at an odd angle with her horn sticking out of one of the holes.
>The machine hums a bit, one of the bars fills up three quarters, and the gauge tilts to the right.
>’Looks like a background machine from Dexter’s Lab. What is it even measuring.”
>It continues like that for nearly a minute, before sounding off with a soft ‘ding’ and printing out a piece of paper.
>Coldheart mumbles to herself as she reads over the paper.
>”Well nurse, how is my filly? I’m on eggshells donchaknow.”
>After a couple more seconds the nurse replies, “Surprisingly strong. While she isn’t breaking any records, she has a well above average level of harmony magic within her. Her affinity leans heavily towards chaos magic, but not outside of the normal range.”
>Nurse Coldheart lowers the paper and looks Cookie in the eye, “In short you have a perfectly healthy filly, though expect her to cast frequently. Ponies who lean toward chaos are very playful with their magic.”

>>30815005
>A light flashes in your left eye and only then to you remember that you’re being examined.
>You look at the stallion as he looks in each eye and jots some more notes down.
>”That’s everything, I’ve never dealt with such a cooperative foal before.”
>Mom ruffles your hair, “Yeah, my little prince is easily the most well behaved foal in my entire blessing. Hay, maybe the most well behaved pony.”
>Laughing at her own joke, mom moves you closer to the device.
>The colander is lowered onto your head and slowly your horn goes through one of the many holes of varying sizes.
>The machine begins to hum, and you feel a tingle in your forehead.
>Like the feeling of hitting your elbow, and a feather going slowly across your skin.
>Then a muscle that you never knew you had flexes, but only for an instant.
>All you could tell was that it was at the top of your head, and when it flexed the same sound that a unicorn’s magic makes came from you.
>You immediately try to find it, but no matter how much you try to flex every muscle in your head you can’t feel that particular one again.
>The tingles begin again and soon enough the muscle flexes once more.
>You focus on finding your source for magic, and everything that allows.
>But it is like trying to control your heartbeat.
>You hear the machine ding and the sensations cease.
>You feel despair creeping in, as the fastest route out of helplessness slips from you.
>”Hmmm… Well, your son’s harmony magic is significant ally lower than Rarity’s, though that’s to be expected as a colt. However he leans almost totally to order magic.”

>>30815010
>’What does that even mean? Order, Harmony, Chaos? I need to know how to use this fucking thing, lady.’
>Your mom picks you up and places the bottles that the doctor brought in to your mouth.
>’Mmm, tastes like the candy coffee they serve at Starbucks’
>”He gets that from his father, Wordsmith skews heavily to order. It’s why he is such a big help at old Cortland’s library.”
>”You know about this stuff Tex?” Cookie asks placing the bottle to Rarity’s lips.
>Mom laughs, but you notice that her ears lower a bit, “Well one of us had to pay attention in class, Basically unicorns who lean chaos are faster and more creative magic wise. So expect your little filly to drive Hondo up the walls with her casting.”
>Cookie scoffs, “I know this is our first, but I’m sure Hondo and I can handle some random levitations.”
>Mom smirks, “No, that is what I’ll have to deal with. Unicorns who lean toward order will only have one or two spells that they’re experts in, INCLUDING levitation. Rarity on the other hoof will probably turn your fridge into a marshmallow before flying through the ceiling.”
>Cookie’s face is a mask of dread.
>Your mom shrugs, “Page leaned chaos. So did Scribble.”
>Once you finished your drink the doctor took it away from you, and soon took Rarity’s too.
>”Ladies, since your foals have finished it’s time for the second part of the test. Please follow me to the observation room.” Cold said, grumpily.
>With that, you and Rarity were placed on the floor and the adults left the room, taking the exam table and device with them.
>She looks around for a bit, before focusing on you.
>Her fading smile brightens once more as she walks towards you and is seemingly drawn to your hair.

>>30815019
>After letting her play with it for a minute or two you feel a bit playful yourself and start tickling her.
>Laughing she boops your nose, and during the subsequent scrunch bites your ear.
>Luckily she doesn’t do it hard enough to cause any pain.
>You two play around like this for a while, and you feel a bit better about your situation.
>Just not being carried around and looked over for a bit is a breath of fresh air.
Ank ooo.
>Rarity’s reply is to tackle you and do that weird thing these ponies do when they rub their faces on each other, before jumping away eager to keep playing.
>You realize you are too, you’ve never had this much energy.
>After a bit it isn’t about play anymore, you and her are just randomly running around.
>Doing anything you can to burn off the ceaseless energy.
>It just seems to pump you up more and more, until you get a really weird feeling near the top of your head.
>Before you can give any attention to it you hear Rarity laughing her head off.
>You look and see her just running in place.
>’Holy shit that is so goddamn cute’
>You rush to join her, but her horn starts to glow blue.
>Soon the entire room is awash in her blue light.
>She starts to float a bit and fires magic in random directions
>You look around to see random bits of wall have patterns put on them, some of the chairs from the arena turn into random objects. Mostly rattles and scarves.
>One hits you, but it only makes your fur shiny.
>Just then the pressure in your head is relieved.
>And the blue light takes on a green tinge.
>The room looks the color of the ocean.
>There are no random green bits of magic, just one solid beam.
>It carves a path through the room until it hits the wall.
>From there it spells out ‘Anonymous’ in beautiful calligraphy.
>Your eyes follow the beam back until they cross as you finally realize that it is coming from you.

>>30815028
>The muscle clenches and the beam races across the wall spelling out random words.
>’Rarity, Mysterious Text, Front Page, Trip C. Faggot, Poppanon, Femanon, Mamanon.’
>Everyone in your life, past or present, gets written out in exquisite text.
>You collect your thoughts to try and ease up on the pressure of the muscle.
>The pressure doesn’t abate, but you finally are able to seize the organ.
>The beams’ straight perfect line work loses focus, but you are able to direct it
>You start small, and draw a circle.
>You draw many things, instinct demanding you continue to use magic but you have to learn how to use this.
>’Writing, grabbing, self sufficiency’
>You don’t think you’ve smiled this hard in your entire life.
>After a time, many scribbles, and many pictures the magic ceases.
>You would think that you would be exhausted, but you’re just a full of energy as you were before.
>You and Rarity continue to run and play until the adults return.
>”Goodness gracious, I forgot surges could be so intense. How are they still going nurse?”
>”About 16 hours Ms. Crumbles.”
>”Sixteen bucking hours?! You bucking madmare, what am I supposed to do with a hyped up filly for SIXTEEN MOON-DAMNED HOURS?!”
>Everyone pulls back, including you.
>Not Rarity though, who takes the opportunity to pull your tail.
>”Sweet Celestia Cookie,” your mom then shakes off the shock, “Don’t worry, I can take care of this, but I’m going to need your help.
>After a spirited game of tag, your mom and Cookie strapped you and Rarity into the stroller.
>It was torture having so much energy, but having to stay still.
>Luckily Rarity kept you distracted, by messing with your hair or booping you every time you started trying to escape.

>>30815032
>After what felt like an eternity you heard your mom speak.
>”Hi Smithy, hello Hondo. Doing a bit of shopping?”
>”Mysty, you’re finished already? How is everything?”
>”Nothing to worry about,” Cookie answered, “Our foals are perfectly normal and healthy.”
>”Anything of note dere, hun?” Hondo asked.
>”Well little Rarity is pretty strong and leans chaos, while our little prince is average and leans order. Like you Smithy.”
>Your mother’s voice drops very low, “Now Cookie.”
>”Um Hondo, dear… I love you, and you’re very handsome.”
>”I love you, you’re handsome, Smithy.”
>With that there is a flash of light and both mothers are gone.
>”Wait, what? No! Mysterious! Don’t you dare leave us with both foals”
>”Wordsmith? What’s the problem? We haven’t seen our little ones all day.”
>Wordsmith sighs heavily, “The problem is that they’re going to be wired all day long. Bucking nurse, should have wrung Fullheart’s neck when she did it to Scribble.”
>”Don’t cha think that you’re going a bit overboard dere? So they’re a bit hyper, nothing we can’t handle.”
>”Say that again at three in the morning.”
>Hondo’s eyes go wide, “T-three…?”
>”If we’re lucky.”
>”Oh.”
>There is a click
>’Finally!’
>It took some doing, especially with hooves, but you managed to get all the straps off of you.
>You free, Rarity and then you both hop out of the stroller and spend the day running through town. Two stallions chasing after you.
>…

>>30815040
>You are Wordsmith
>It is three fourty-four in the morning, and you could be asleep.
>You should be asleep, but you cannot go to sleep.
>So you stare at the crib in your near pitch black room.
>Anonymous Letter is just now starting to yawn and lay down.
>You set a bottle filled with water next to him, in case he wakes up.
>He led you and Hondo across the market for hours, along with little Rarity.
>You’ve never been so embarrassed.
>You know that that old gossip Greenhooves will tell everypony, who somehow managed to not see Anonymous make you look like a fool.
>Worst of all he was always on the edge of another surge, with how his horn would glow once every few minutes.
>The only silver linings to this entire situation was that he and Rarity never separated, and this was in Ponyville instead of Canterlot.
>There isn’t anymore movement, and he is breathing slow now.
>You can barely stand, but you smile regardless.
>He may act strange, and according to the nurses he might be a genius, but when night falls and the lights are off he is just your son.
>If his muzzle wasn’t proof enough his magic takes after you too.
>You kiss your son on his head and lower your voice as low as you can make it.
Daddy loves you, son.
>You leave the room and using your horn as a light walk to Mysterious’ study.
>Opening the door, you see her asleep on a pile of papers stacked next to her typewriter.
>Your horn glows brighter as you lift your tired wife across your back, and walk back to the room.
>Your perfectly sized bed is full, as it should be.
>Warm and welcoming
>You take off your slippers and crawl to your spot
>As it should be.
>This is the life you signed up for.
>This is the life you wanted.
>This is the life your sons would have.
>And their sons
>You lay your wife down next to Fine Print and snuggle up close to her, and pull Inkwell's hoof across your withers, content after a hard day.
Thank Celestia, I was born a stallion

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>>30815047
That's all for now. Next two will be shorter intermissions. My schedule is insanely and I don't think I'll be able a to udate regularly

>>30815117
Good stuff mate and welcome back.

>>30815047
>RGRE
How does it feel to be such a fucking cuck?

>>30815583
wat

>>30815047
I'm glad you're back, this is great.

>>30815047
Top tier material, my man
Hopefully you update it sooner rather than later :p

>>30815583
Not too bad
How does it feel to have down syndrome?

>>30816634
>Go to stay in a cabin in the woods with you're friends
>You get there to find some one has left you food
>Probably the company that rents the Cabin as a welcome gift
>It tastes good, but is awfully sweet
>Once you all finish dinner you head to bed
>Wake up the next morning
>Am horse

>>30816684
Pony vacations are the best, even when they come unexpectedly.

More SabreDance today?

>>30816684
The guy who booked the cabin paid extra for the ponification service and carefully avoided eating his share.

>a crazy horse girl will never force you to be her stallion

>>30818915
Seeing as she's crazy that seems like a good thing. Voluntarily become the sane horse girl's mare.

>>30818915
>Twilight is organising this year's My Little Human convention, and she's got a special treat for everyone
>After experimenting with the EqG mirror, she's managed to book the actual cast of the show to attend
>They draw in record numbers as fans travel from across the world to meet their favorite characters in person
>Anonymous, the show's resident butt monkey, is exiting the restroom when a quivering, nervous wreck of a unicorn mare is trying to talk to him
>As soon as he hears the word 'husbando', he rolls his eyes and walks away
>The mare leaps in front of him and desperately pleads for him to give her a chance
>He walks around her and continues towards the panel on shitposting that he's supposed to be hosting
>Her horn flashes, and he falls unconscious
>He wakes up chained to the wall in her bedroom
>As she tries to justify the kidnapping by saying how they are meant to be together, he notices that his hearing is much better than it was before
>He reaches up to discover that he now has pony ears
>The unicorn explains that if he stays a human, then Princess Twilight and the authorities will certainly find him and make him go back
>But they wouldn't be looking for a stallion!
>She isn't a exactly a magical progeny, and the spells are all old and incomplete, so the process will be very slow
>But it will give her enough time to prove to him that they are meant to be together
>Anon has to find a way to escape this crazy bitch before he's trapped on the alien horse planet as an alien horse

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>>30819412
It's the perfect plan

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>>30804234
>>30804275
Avoid teenage horse pregnancy.

Why would you become a pony?

>>30821021
Because I'd be a cute and cuddly poner, I would probably like myself more, and would have a 2/3 chance of obtaining supernatural powers. If in Equestria: live out generic fantasy world fantasies and be happy.
If on Earth: I dunno, probably find someone who would accept me since I'd stand out like a sore thumb.

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>>30822096
On one hand, that transformation looks painful, on the other, I could really use a hug...

>>30822389
Pain is temporary. Being the little pony is eternal.

>>30821321
>a 2/3 chance of obtaining supernatural powers
I'd like to think that earth ponies have some plant nurturing abilities and are defined by more than just the absence of wings and horn. Their abilities aren't very useful unless you're into gardening or farming,
Whether that could entice anyone to become an earth pony rather than pegasus or unicorn, I don't know.

Art idea. Twilight strapping training wheels onto an embarrassed anonpony to help him maintain balance as he gets used to walking as a pony.

>>30819412
THE PERFECT CRIME!

>>30822096
I really want to know: is this the original, or is it the shrugs one?

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>>30822389
Falling over is probably the most painful part, ever tried keeping your balance while your spine is reconfiguring?

>>30823517
Hugs is the original, shrugs is noticably less sketchy and most likely a simple but clever edit.

>>30819412
Or reverse it and have the ponies come to Earth for a pony convention, then disappear back to Equestria taking a number of attendees with them.

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>Anon's transformation into a pony is triggered when he becomes irrationally angry.

>>30823521
>ever tried keeping your balance while your spine is reconfiguring
Hence the importance of stabilizers. >>30822817

Which canonical pony would you most want to wake up as?

>>30824934
Season 2 Twilight

>>30825216
Why season 2?
Are there particular episodes you'd like to experience from a pony's point of view?

>>30824934
Wowglimmer. Nobody would notice because she's already autistic.

>>30825353
Because I could mess up plans that were in place with my foreknowledge of how thing are going to go. As for what episode I would like to see from a pony's point of view, MMMystery on the Friendship Express would be the one tho choose

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>>30824934
cutest stallion

>>30825740
>Go to Equestria.
>Touch ponies' butts.
>Turned into a pony as punishment

>>30823521
Oh yea I can see, thanks.

Isn’t that yellow pony called Indifferent Shrug though? Or is that also something that was retconned after the shrug edit?

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>>30826364
I don't remember that pony having a name. Correct me if I'm wrong.

>>30826231
Wait, I get to go to Equestria, touch pony butts and then get turned into a pony as a result? Other than the possibility of becoming an earth pony where is the down side in this?

>>30825433
>I could mess up plans that were in place with my foreknowledge of how thing are going to go
How would you change things?
It could make an interesting story. Anon trying to rewrite the show from within it. And obviously fucking things up.

>>30826829
The Equestrian justice system wasn't set up to deal with people who want to be the little pony.
But yeah, you'd have to become an earth pony. Unicorn would grant the opportunity for telekinetic butt-touching and pegasus dive bomb butt-touching.

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>>30827012
That totally blows. Couldn't I just be hung by the neck until dead instead? I really don't want to be an earth pony.

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>>30827036
There's nothing wrong with being an earth pony.

>>30827269
There's literally everything wrong with being an earth pony. Getting turned into an earth pony as a punishment is the very definition of cruel and unusual.

CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30798143) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/0gknNgtb
The story’s full chapter directory can be found here: derpy.me/cuddlydoom

>The scaffolding in front of the hallway door gently creaked when I kneeled beneath the door handle, studiously pressing my ear against the cool steel as I prepared to exit the machine shop
>While I couldn’t delude myself out of the fact that the hallway would likely contain at least a couple of ponies, I needed to know whether they were attentive, and more importantly, nearby
>Unfortunately, with the door presenting an unforgiving lack of windows, it didn’t give up that knowledge quite so readily while I continually adjusted my hearing
>The door vibrated gently from a pair of unseen, muted voices that seemed far-flung, but given the auditory insulation, the best I could do was guess their distance
>Surely if they heard our shouting match, they’d have rushed in and saved their friend from staring down the barrel of a gun, rather than simply setting an ambush on the door’s other side…
>As I glanced back at the turquoise mare trembling a few feet below, I shook my head in censure upon recalling just how close she’d come to the brink of death
>Whether it was Clementine Breeze, Storm Cloud, or even Snowfall to some extent, these ponies zealously perpetrated their idea of friendship to a fault
>If they thought another herd member was in trouble or there were another human to convert in the area, they’d unceasingly spring to action, and they weren’t overcome by fear of harm
>Snowfall pressed her tightly shut eyes against the concrete and softly whimpered as she continued to wonder why I wasn’t leaving the room, and whether my gun was still trained on her
>Okay, well, they weren’t overcome by fear of harm unless it got really, really dire…

>>30827454
>As I thumbed the pistol’s safety to ensure it was ready to fire, I prayed that my reasoning was correct and the door would swing open without happening upon any fur-lined obstacles
>A moment later, vile curses ran through my mind as the handle clicked and the hinges creaked noisily with my nudging, opening a slender portal into the dim hallway
>With my pistol trained on the vertical bar of darkness, I was momentarily relieved by its unchanged appearance from how I remembered it in hours and days past
>However, the brief respite didn’t last for long as a pair of dimly shimmering orbs came into view and bounced a few wandering rays of daylight that had snuck in at the corridor’s distant end
>“Melody… I thought the humans were in the other hallway…”
>Each of the orbs gazed widely, flickering with each blink between long, tense bouts of staring
>The dark silhouettes of their owners stood unremittingly straight, flicking their tails with almost as much annoyance as there was fear, like my appearance had interrupted their conversation
>It took every fiber of my being to stifle the instinct to run, shifting the spool of cable securely onto my shoulder lest I abruptly jettison my odyssey’s motive, cumbersome as it may’ve been
>A game of strategy was afoot, considering it was fairly ambiguous as to who was the hunter, and who was the prey in the current scenario
>Essentially, whoever took off running was making a solid case for themselves as being the latter, and I’d already spent more than enough time playing the role of hapless prey this weekend
>I tightened my grip around the pistol and lined up one of the stallions in the background of its sights, the steel gently shifting as I committed to an appeal of aggression
>As one of the two stallions softly whispered to the confidante at his side, it appeared as though their exchange was meant to remain intimate between them… for now…

>>30827465
>“Shouldn’t… Should there be two humans?”
>“I thought there would be, but maybe they befriended the other…”
>“Ponyfeathers, could they have snuck out?”
>“I dunno… Want me to go grab Daisy and the others?”
>Daisy…
>While the name of that torturous progenitor bounced ominously through my mind, I realized that the ponies had passed the ball into my court, and if I didn’t act fast, my time would run out
>Shifting on the soles of my shoes, I pressed forward into the hallway, shutting the machine shop’s door behind me as the pair of ponies remained stationary in my vision’s far reach
>At first it had been difficult to determine whether they understood the purpose of the pistol wrapped in my grip, but as one stallion furrowed his brow, his naiveté became apparent
>His friend, by contrast, lowered himself into an increasingly quarrelsome posture with each of my approaching footfalls
>As the pistol rattled softly in my trembling hands, I adjusted my aim in case one of the stallions decided to charge in a sudden fit of misplaced valor
>But… If I could just make it back to Peter first…
>“Melody… if… if he comes too close… RUN…”
>The unicorn horn atop one of the pony’s heads flared to life, casting a menacing orange glow over his faint, self-assured smile and the dreadful expression of his friend
>“We can do this, Spark… there’s only one of him and two of us… and he doesn’t even have a club, or baseball bat, or-”
>“Melody… Daisy warned you about guns… Stand down…”
>The oblivious unicorn stallion narrowed his eyes and shifted his weight pensively
>“Daisy’s been wrong before…”
>My shoes fell silent as I halted next to the unfurnished office’s door, slowly bringing one hand to rest on the doorknob
>The lone aggressor’s tail flicked in accompaniment with each methodical hoofstep toward me, while his friend’s pupils shrunk and his head shook in terror

>>30827470
>“EVERYPONY, GET IN HERE NOW!”
>BANG
>With a sharp crash and a trickling cloud of crushed marble, a bullet lodged itself in the far wall a few feet over the ponies’ heads, sending them lurching to the ground as their ears flinched
>I plainly told myself that it had been intended as a warning shot – that its high trajectory had been more than just frayed nerves and poor aim at play – and I wanted to believe that reality
>Regardless, it had gotten the unicorn to stop in his tracks, if only at the cost of alerting every pony that hadn’t already heard the hair-raising cry to action
>The stallions’ hooves skidded on the tile as they twisted back toward the cover of the hallway’s corner, presumably where they’d also find the rest of their herd, just beyond my view
>In that same moment, the doorknob was suddenly twisted in my grip, harshly rubbing my palm and irritating the skin, even through the nitrile rubber of the gloves
>I swung the pistol around in expectation of finding a dexterous unicorn at my feet, but froze as the door flew open to reveal a terrified Peter breathing in short, shallow gasps
>Man, we spent so much time coming up with our secret two knock, two snap passcode, only to never use it…
>“Fuck dude, they’re swarming us! What took you so long?!”
>A clamoring mix of both masculine and feminine shouts could be heard around the corner, followed by a growing thunder of unseen hooves
“Peter, I’ve come too damn far to go down now!”
>“Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?!”
>I hysterically clutched the front of his shirt, dragging him into the hallway as a din of unseen voices spoke up behind him, calling for a unicorn’s help to deal with a fumbling knob

>>30827477
>Thinking quickly, or not thinking much at all, I brought us staggering toward the office in which I’d slept the previous night, full of conviction that at least we wouldn’t need to deal with a lock
>Thankfully, my instincts were proven correct as we tumbled inside, reeling against the desk with just enough composure to slam the door shut
>Peter and I collapsed to the floor of the cramped room just as a roar of hooves rumbled into the hallway, drowning out the sound of my shaky hand clicking the lock
>“Oh, iced tea, it’s like a bad cartoon! Which door did they go in?!”
>“I don’t give a flying feather! Kick them down until you find them!”
>With little hesitation, several deafening reports of crunching wood echoed through the hallway, sending splinters audibly careening through the air and chiming against some distant walls
>Peter was momentarily drawn to the promising light filtering through the window blinds, like a moth to a brilliantly luminescent flame, but peered only briefly toward the freedom of outdoors
>After letting the blinds snap back and scowling, he hefted his rifle in front of himself, untangling its sling and sitting against the wall
>He pessimistically met my gaze with a dejected sigh
>“I’m sorry, James… I had hoped that our last moments would actually mean something… but I guess we’re destined to be a couple of… mindless animals… hell-bent on spreading our plight…”
“W-What’s outside, man? How could it possibly be worse than our situation here?”
>“Pegasi. Three or four Pegasi all over the damn roof across the quad. At least with this doorframe the ponies have to funnel in… and we at least get to see the one that finally overtakes us…”
>Peter ran his gloves along a seam of the cap adorning his head, sighing gloomily as he tried to hold back a sniffle and an uncharacteristically despairing tear

>>30827488
>I tensed my fists as the remote crashes of hooves continued to echo through the hallway
“I can’t accept this, Peter… You don’t know how much I’ve given up just to get this wire back to you… This can’t be the end…”
>Peter rubbed his temples and glared at the office’s floor before letting his arms limply drop
>“We don’t have much of a say in the matter…”
>Peter had barely finished speaking when the office’s door shuddered mightily, a firm crash of hooves sending a barrage of fine splinters and dust drifting to the floor
>The compromised door hadn’t been breached, but if we needed confirmation of its weakness, a fierce grunt could be clearly heard through the warped wood before another hit struck
>So this is really how it ends? With a bang, and then with a whinny?
>My tightening grip around the pistol blanched my knuckles, and my breath caught fearfully in my throat for what felt like several seconds following the second impact
>In truth, as I internalized a short prayer for my human soul, the comparative silence that had felt like several seconds… dragged on and on
>Come on you furry bastards, I thought you were literally intent on kicking down doors to make friends…
>Why would you stop when you were so close…
>My ears insistently continuing to faintly ring in the gunshot’s wake, but nevertheless, I trusted my addled hearing enough to discern that the ponies in the hallway were mellowing
>Where crashes and cries of fury had previously dominated, a stern murmur of confusion had begun to prevail while every pony kept their hooves to the floor
>I cautiously planted a foot against the door’s base, and as it became increasingly apparent that the ponies had suddenly halted their siege, Peter chanced a soft whisper
>“Why’d they stop? What’s going on?”
“I can’t see any better than you can, I don’t know…”

>>30827321
>>30827269

the problem with being an Earth Pony is that all the advantages to counter the loss of Unicorn magic or Pegasus flight are head canon powers.
Other than being the most statistically common pony we see in the show, the traits unique to Earth ponies are predominantly social (large families) or cutie mark related (plant growth).

>>30827494
>The ponies outside the office continued their volleys of practically indiscernible words, and it took laser focus for me to decipher a few scattered conjunctions and prepositions
>Maybe they somehow knew we were here… Maybe something else had blatantly given us away… What the hell did they know?
>I wiped my brow nervously, slowly removing my foot from its position against the door amid fears that the combined force of several ponies was about to violently throw it open
>The pain of several shattered bones would be only temporary as they enveloped me in a healing embrace, but it’ll have been unnecessary agony with negligible benefit
>“James… the fuck is going on… the Pegasi flew away from their roost…”
>As I glanced back at Peter’s rigid posture next to the window, he met my gaze with a comparable level of agitated bewilderment while rays of daylight streamed through the cracked blinds
>With my eyes still mesmerized by the suddenly tranquil door, I rose to my feet
“Peter, this is getting bizarre… You think they’re trying to trick us into thinking the coast is clear?”
>“Maybe… But it’s no secret that they won’t let up until they’ve made another friend… they gotta know we’re not idiots…”
>Until they’ve made another friend…
>Another friend, not unlike the one I left behind in the machine shop…
“Alright, we might only have a brief span of time to do this, but pop that window open”
>Peter looked at me uneasily, shifted his weight between his feet as he drummed his fingers on the edge of the rifle’s receiver
>“Open it? I-Isn’t that exactly what the ponies m-might want us to do?”
“Trust me on this, I think they’re distracted right now”

>>30827501
>“Come on, they don’t just find a shiny object and clamor around it like-”
>I reached for Peter’s shoulder, causing him to brusquely flinch before realizing that grip was friendly and reassuring, albeit firm
“Trust me. I’ll even go first if it’s got you that worried”
>Peter drew in a long inhale, biting his lip for a couple seconds as his gaze wandered along the office’s carpet
>“I seriously hope you’re right about this. Once the Pegasi start divebombing you, I can’t make any promises”
>After glancing at the scene one final time through the reassuring safety of a glass pane, Peter sighed and shook out his muscles as though he were a weightlifter standing before a bar
>Sure enough, he demanded a great deal of strength to draw up the blinds and open the stiff window, but his summons included more than just physical strength
>After a few moments spent in preparatory eye-rubbing, I gently waved my fingers in the slightly foreign breeze of fresh, cool air drifting in from the outdoors
>At the moment I realized I could no longer justify delay, I readjusted the spool of wire around my shoulder, tucked the pistol into my waistband, and threw my leg over the windowsill
>I didn’t have terribly much time to get my bearings, but between the bricks and bushes lining my vantage, the vista into which I was stepping appeared to be a small garden of sorts
>It didn’t offer the best cover, but there were only a few dozen feet of flowers, shrubs, and overgrown weeds separating the engineering building from the sciences building
>A few feet to my side, a wall of shrubs and a short retaining wall demarcated the garden’s edge before the ground dropped down a hill, granting an open view of a large swath of the town
>If not for the nigh-crippling fear of Pegasi dawdling overhead in light of the absent trees, it would’ve been a beautiful, calming garden

>>30827507
>Thankfully, upon leaving the window, I wasn’t immediately assaulted by a flurry of soft fur and feathers, but rather, my shoes landed in a soft bed of mulch and flowers after a short drop
>The impact was muffled, and as I warily glanced around, I noted a distinctive lack of lurid pastel fur in the campus scenery’s color palette
>My tranquility was abruptly interrupted by an alarming crash of metal from an unseen clamor down the hill, somewhere along the engineering building’s wall
>While I was curious to know what had caused such a worrying report, my concerns were superseded by a fear of the sound’s probable origin, and the fact that it was likely equine in nature
>Keeping my head low to elude any ponies happening to glance up the hill, I flippantly trampled a few patches of dandelions near the garden’s center, en route to the wall of the sciences building
>I shuddered with dread as a pair of heavy thumps heralded something striking the soil directly behind me, but as I pivoted and the idle barrel of Peter’s rifle swung into view, my breathing calmed
>Following his short fall to the light footprints I’d already left behind in the soil, his gaze meticulously surveyed our surroundings
>Though the grip of his rifle remained tightly clamped in his hand, he visibly showed no intention to use it against the strange crashing noises still resonating a few dozen yards down the slope
>Nevertheless, his furrowed brow and gently parted lips silently proclaimed his own puzzlement
>I closed the final few yards separating me from the magnanimous concealment of the sciences building, taking interest in a window that had already been narrowly cracked open

>>30827515
>It took a short series of flailing jumps to push the rickety frame open and clamber inside, but as I rolled to the floor of a dim classroom, a brief wave of relief washed over me
>Upon rising to my feet, I found the stock of Peter’s rifle waving emphatically through the open window, and after adjusting my footing, I helped hoist both it, and its owner, inside
>Melodies of birdsong and the sharp metallic crashes all fell silent when the window slid shut, but for several lingering moments, I remained transfixed by the world outside
>This floor of the sciences building was situated only a few feet higher than the garden just beneath its dirty window panes, but the height made an enormous difference in terms of visibility
>As I peered down the hill toward the neighboring building, I caught a glimpse of a large garage door along its side, its appearance closely resembling the machine shops’ garage door I saw earlier
>The garage door that… well, frankly I didn’t know where it went, at the time…
>A small crowd of Pegasi had formed a half circle around it, recoiling and flicking their ears with each muted report emanating from the door’s far side
>They glanced at each other curiously, first in bewilderment from what was causing the racket, then from a similar bout of confusion as silence reigned from whoever had been inside
>As the rhythm of muffled crashes continually refused to start anew, an uneasy breath stalled in my throat
>I pressed a hand longingly against the glass as a multicolored glow enveloped the door, and after a short battle with a lock and some rust, it jerked open to reveal a fully ponified Snowfall
>She was already surrounded by a herd of her new species’ companions of every type and color, and as sunlight began streaming through the door’s opening, the Pegasi joined the fray

>>30827522
>Unfamiliar and familiar smiles alike beamed around her, from the likes of Sky Meadows, Cobalt, Typhoon Twist, and many others whose names I couldn’t put to their faces
>Snowfall needed to turn some of her newfound friends away simply to find enough space to breathe, but as a pair of nuzzling ponies flanked her sides, she joined in with her own grin
>I knew it was going to happen, hell, I’d even given her those supplies she was levitating in front of her as a parting gift… but as a tear rolled from my eye, I realized that didn’t make it any easier
>Every last person I knew from my life a mere forty-eight hours ago had been converted into what would’ve previously been unthinkable, and I didn’t know whether they’d ever return
>If not for my circumstances and choices that had led to so much anguish and pain, I may have been seen as a saint to them, a man who had lived without quarrel
>While it was a twisted view of the person I was before this, it was… it was something… How much longer would the true memory of my human self persist, if only in one or two minds?
>“James, you might not want to stand so close to the window. The ponies could see you over there”
>I shook my head and turned toward Peter, who had taken a seat on one of classroom’s desks, and was scrupulously buffing his rifle as though it were a fine work of silverware
“Sorry, I… I don’t know what I was thinking”
>Peter sighed to himself, gently folding the cloth in his hand into a neat square before indiscriminately stuffing it into a small mesh pouch on the side of his backpack
>“You seem to be a bit… I don’t know, is there something on your mind right now?”

>>30827526
>Peter crossed his arms and peered at me thoughtfully as I approached
>It was awkward to walk through his piercing gaze, but with a few hollow footsteps over the room’s wooden floor, I paced to a desk at his side and took a seat
>The growing pain in my shoulder was relieved as the somewhat heavy spool of wire came to rest on ground, but with a heavy mental weight now pressing on me instead, I drew in a deep inhale
“Peter, is it wrong to leave behind a friend to the ponies? To just abandon them when they have no one else who would save them?”
>“What kind of question is that? Of course it’s wrong, that’s, like, a major dick move”
>I slowly rubbed a finger over the desk’s surface, feeling where years of boredom had driven students to etch designs into the flat slate
“Y-Yeah, I… I figured… Yeah, you’re right… And… that’s still true even in situations where using them as a distraction is what allows one of you to escape?”
>I bit my lip and looked at Peter, but he had averted his eyes to the floor while his thumbs spun around each other, twiddling like dancers in a ballroom waltz
>“I mean, you have to cut your losses somewhere, but I’d still feel pretty shitty about it if I found myself in that situation”
“Right, right… Yeah…”
>“Of course, James, I’d never leave you to the herd, and I hope you’d never do that to one of your fellow humans”
>I cleared my throat with a fleeting guise of a cough
“No… I-I wouldn’t want to… but what if they were halfway gone already… what if… they were actively trying to make noise to get the ponies’ attention so their new friends can… finish the job?”
>Peter threw the rifle’s sling over his head and let the mass of steel hang limply from his neck, the somberly meditative man devoting no energy to something as trivial as holding a gun

>>30827534
>“I guess the best thing to do is… make sure they don’t have to live a life on hooves… There aren’t a lot of people who would choose that over humanity, and you ought to respect their wishes”
“Yeah, I just wanted to bounce ideas off of you, but that seems about right… Let’s… Let’s get a move-on before the ponies realize we escaped the other building…”
>Snowfall probably hadn’t PLANNED to distract the ponies long enough for us to escape, but it had made for a convenient window in which there weren’t any Pegasus eyes on us…
>No, she was just… letting them know about her location because she’d had enough of her time as a half-transformed human with… with no… true friends…
>I wasn’t taking advantage of her conversion by sneaking out the window while the ponies rushed to comfort her… I was… It… I hadn’t…
>“James, you coming? Let me show you my lab where I’ve been putting together this radio”
>I shook away my overflowing stream of thoughts and wiped my eyes
“Uh, yeah, right, let’s… let’s go”
>Peter crossed the front of the classroom with a series of heavy, commanding footsteps as he peered through his rifle’s sights and nudged the door open
>After picking the spool of wire back up, I plucked the pistol from my waistband and followed behind him, aiming my weapon into the dim corridor behind where Peter was leading us
>The building seemed quiet, and I didn’t think there were any ponies lurking about, but such a thought seemed like famous last words for a scavenger that had failed to remain discreet
>The span of time between remarkable tranquility and a cacophony of screams and giggles could be less than a second, so it was crucial to remain vigilant

>>30827542
>Our feet echoed ominously through the hallways and stairwells, adding to a symphony that was remarkably soft except for the whistling breeze that wandered past a few drafty windows
>As I kept my pistol’s aim fixed toward our previously trodden path, this rear guard soldier barely even noticed when the leader halted, until I kept toeing backwards and bumped into him
>As I spun about with slight apprehension, Peter did his best to calm me, sporting a lopsided smile and a weak nod toward the door at the end of the hall
>We had arrived…
>This was the room we’d fought so hard to get back to… In classic Great War style, it had taken us a few hours to traverse less than a couple hundred yards, but here we were…
>As I examined my surroundings more closely, I noticed that the doors in the hallway featured slender windows at eye level, but many had been covered with pieces of construction paper
>The furnishings called back to the days of lockdown drills at my former high school, but the comparison was easy to justify, as Peter and I were essentially locking ourselves in his lab
>Beyond my range of well-resolved focus, the hallway yawned into a stretch of darkness spanning twenty… thirty yards?
>It featured few adornments on its plain brick walls, and while it would be an ideally defensible position with Peter’s lab at the end – a practical shooting range – I hoped it never came to that
>Peter’s keys briefly jingled in his hand as he drew them from his pocket, casually flicking through them until he came upon a brass one of interest and unlocked the door

>>30827551
>I filed into the room ahead of Peter, and as he shut the door behind us, the utterly windowless room was briefly submerged in a flood of blackness
>However, with the systematic efficiency of someone who had made the voyage hundreds of times, Peter’s footsteps thumped through the darkness until he reached a small lamp
>With a click, it flickered to life, bathing the humble room in a white glow, presumably thanks to the diligence of some unseen batteries
>“Welcome to my ‘home away from home,’ James”
>The lab was only a few yards in any direction, and much of the wall space was peppered with tarnished cabinetry, drawers, and even an album poster that provided a touch of personality
>Despite its general clutter, however, Peter appeared proud to show it off, and for our post-apocalyptic purposes, it was more than enough space
>He found particular passion in presenting a large desk in the rear of the room, standing next it as he waved an arm over what appeared to be a breeding ground for soldering irons
>“I’ve got a fair deal of the work done on the radio already, and we should have all the necessary parts for it now – every last one of them”
>After he rolled the backpack from his shoulders and set it on the ground, Peter looked like a kid in a candy store as he shoveled scavenged electrical components onto his desk
>I couldn’t determine the purposes behind many of the hunks of metal, plastic, and ceramic cluttering the desk, but as they joined some neatly soldered comrades, they looked right at home
>I took it as a cue to deliver my own payload, sliding the wire onto the desk where the least clutter resided, and then dropping Peter’s flashlight into the spool’s center

>>30827557
>Following a bout of careful consideration, I drew the pistol that had been stowed at my waist, reasoning that I didn’t need it right now as I unceremoniously set it atop the heap
>Peter slowly rose to his feet, momentarily hefting the weapon’s mass before setting it back on the desk
>“Safety’s on, and there’s still a round in the chamber?”
“Yes and yes”
>“So… what, do you just not want it anymore?”
>I shrugged, slightly off put by the fact that Peter needed so much justification when it was, after all, HIS weapon
“I’ll take it if I need it, y’know, it’s right there, and this way I won’t have a metal block digging into my side”
>Peter raised his brow and restlessly drummed his fingers as his considered my rationale
>“James, I think that’s more than a worthy price to pay, but hey, if you end up with a pink curly horse mane because of your choice, that’s on you”
>All I felt I could do was shrug, especially considering my confidence in the security of Peter’s lab
“Trust me, I got a lot to lose if I don’t make it out of this. Hell, when I was in the machine shop, I told m…”
>I trailed off as it abruptly hit me that Peter didn’t know anything about Snowfall, and I had intended to keep it that way, for both her safety and mine
>That’s… That’s what I had intended…
>“You were talking to someone in the machine shop?”
“I didn’t say that, I misspoke, I, uh…”
>My eyes darted back and forth betrayingly, and by the time they finally came to settle a moment later, my gaze was fixated on the end of Peter’s rifle, now pointed squarely at my head
>“Back up to the corner, near the door”
>I raised my trembling hands and complied, but as tunnel vision led me to see only the shimmering steel of the rifle, I likely would’ve done exactly that even without the command

>>30827564
“P-Peter, stop… What the fuck, I-I-I… I didn’t do anything!”
>“It’s okay James, I just don’t want you to grab for your gun. We’re on the same side, right?”
“Y-yeah! So you shouldn’t be p-pointing a… a gun at ME!”
>Peter readjusted his stance slightly, the gun’s moving parts faintly shifting as his voice dripped with irritation
>“And you shouldn’t be lying to me if you were talking to someone. I should say, ‘somepony…’ I’m not that optimistic that there are any other humans on this campus at this stage”
>I bit my lip tensely, letting off the pressure a moment too late as I perceived a faint, coppery taste of blood
“Fuck it, what if I WERE talking to a pony or something like that?”
>“Okay, say you did – you’re sure there’s no way they could have infected you, right?”
>I was breathing quickly and shallowly, and it began to hamper my speaking abilities until I got a grip on my senses
“I… I-I don’t… I don’t think they did!”
>“You don’t think? Well, did they touch you?”
“I think it was only on spots where I was wearing clothes – Peter, please, I-I’m clean!”
>My heart continued to race as I pressed myself against the wall, reticently hopeful that my efforts would cause the brick to crumble and that I’d escape into the next room
>Was I quick enough yanking my leg out of the way of Snowfall’s charge? Were the gloves thick enough when I was touching her? Was I careful enough avoiding contamination?
>“We’ll see – strip them off. I pray to God that those clothes really were good enough at stopping the infection”
>I swallowed, my mouth feeling drier than sand beneath a hot desert sun
“W-what if they weren’t?”
>Peter paused, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he refocused on the rifle’s front sight

>>30827570
>“Don’t worry, James, I’m not going to shoot you. Remember, even if you are that unfortunate, the ponies don’t know we’re here, and I don’t want to give my position away so easily”
>His words carried an unshakable degree of blunt honesty, seemingly as though what he said was the convincing truth
>However, he was more honest than he was secretive, and failed to conceal the moment at which he glanced intently toward the heavy steel hammer on his desk
>James, I’m not going to shoot you…
>Of course not… Guns are noisy… and why waste a bullet?
>Sweat doused my hoodie and shirt, making it hard to remove them, but after a bit of jittery fumbling at the business end of a gun, my torso came free
>Steam from my back wafted into the stale air as I gave the same treatment to my gloves, EMT pouch, socks, and shoes, neatly piling them in a small lump against the wall
>I glanced back at Peter, who had barely moved his rigid posture while I, by contrast, animatedly brushed my sweating palms
>I was practically holding my breath by the time I undid my jeans and kicked them to the side, followed soon thereafter by my underwear until I found myself standing stark naked
>“Alright, you’ve done this before, give me a little twirl”
>I felt humiliated, but I would’ve dealt with such indignation a thousand times if it pleased the guy who held my life in his hands
>“Alright James, you’re good”
>I tried to detect any illusion in his voice in case he were planning to unexpectedly bash my skull in, but I couldn’t detect any
“Peter, is… is that all? I… Could you at least stop pointing that rifle at me?”
>With a faintly rosy flush of embarrassment, he lowered the weapon that had been leveled in my direction, letting it sway momentarily on the sling before apathetically coming to rest
>“Actually, James, let me ask you something. Did you notice the door in the back of the lab when you walked in?”

>>30827581
>In that moment I was considerably more focused on donning my underwear, but as I followed Peter’s outstretched finger, I noticed the unassuming door in the room’s opposite corner
“I guess I did, but I didn’t think much of it. Some kind of storage room for your supplies?”
>Peter ardently set his hands on his hips and took a few steps backward to the door, never breaking eye contact with me
>“Pretty much, but come on, I’ll show you!”
“Alright, just let me put my pants on here…”
>A din of jingling metal filled the small room, partly from my jeans as I studiously lifted them and the belt rattled, but mostly as a result of Peter navigating through his keyring
>“Nah, you don’t need pants for this. Pants are overrated”
>With a soft click, Peter pressed one of the keys into the lock on the storage room’s door, prompting me to furrow my brow
“Peter, why’d you bother to lock a door that’s inside your lab?”
>I was momentarily distracted by my jeans as I held them in front of me, taking care to determine which side was the front before I could put them on my otherwise mostly naked body
>What I failed to notice was the growing patch of light spilling through the doorframe as the door creaked open
>“Oh, you know, for the same reasons you’d lock any door in the midst of the pony apocalypse. To help keep the ponies out…”
>My blood went cold and I dropped the jeans dreadfully to the ground as the door swung open, revealing a stout figure of grey fur standing about three feet tall
>The pony flicked its tail and blinked a couple times, letting out a soft, short gasp upon locking eyes with me
>To the side of the doorframe, Peter sported an unafraid smile
>“…or in…”

Monday/Thursday schedule. Next update on the evening of Thursday August 31. You know the drill.
Here’s hoping you all have a great week!

>>30827494
>So this is really how it ends? With a bang, and then with a whinny?
Ha! Nice!

>>30827496
All I'm saying is that if I don't get to be a unicorn then I don't want to be a pony at all. Living in a world where magic is real and I can have it would drive me absolutely melancholic.

>>30827591
Can honestly say i was not expecting that.
What the fuck.

>>30827719
Being a Unicorn would be interesting, but I'd choose Pegasus. The world is magical enough to want to explore, and having unicorn friends would be enough for me. But to dance among the clouds... flight is a magic all it's own.

>>30827591
Maybe you should take up rock climbing since you like hanging off cliffs so much.

>>30826835
Depends on where I start, I would most likely try to try to "fix" things (maybe the wedding), but I would definitely try to fuck around on purpose. Probably would try to fuck around secretly with the other Mane six and send episodes off the rails, or just suggest the obvious solution to the problem, which would definitely be confusing to everyone else.

>>30827591
Inb4 Cobalt's son

>>30828875
No, Cobalt will be James' Daddy, whether James likes it or not

>>30827591
Oh wait I get it. James did have something pony on him, but instead of telling him, Peter is just electing to lock him up instead. Well fucking rip James, guess you probably weren't kidding when you said 'pegasus feather in sweatshirt'.

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trap transformation best transformation

>>30824036
Fuck, I'm always irrationally angry

>>30827929
Pegasi also have the advantage of surprisingly dexterous wing fingers. There's little downside to becoming one.

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>>30830137
Except for the fact that you'll hear nothing but bird-related insults

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>Anon goes to Equestria.
>Gets turned into a pony.
>For some reason can't keep his name.
>What does Anon pick for his pony name and why?

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>>30830246
Nomme de Plume

>>30830283
Maybe he or she was a writer or someone who loved books before they went horse

>>30830246
Horse.

>>30830246
Eponymous