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I want to transform into Nyx

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>>30096886

>>30169989
Nice one, but I think you meant adulation not undulation.

>Anonmare used to be a human
>All ponies used to be human
>But that changed when a strange phenomenon swept across the Earth and transformed every last man, woman, and child into ponies
>After searching for months, she finds somepony that claims to be able to restore her humanity
>Unfortunately, step one of the process requires her old human memories, and those were quick to disappear after the ponification
>Using what little memory she has left, she manages to find her way back to the place she once called home
>There, she discovers that her old life may not have been as great as she had imagined it was

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>>30170641
Why didn't you use a nice picture?

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I wish to be the inseminated pony

>>30171092
>The journey makes anon appreciate all the things she gained as a pony all the more.

>>30171092
>>30171425

call me a newbie, but it sounds like a good idea (didn't read many pony stories yet)

>"Anon, you have to be more careful... You're not some big human male anymore."
>Twilight rubs your head and you pull away.
"You don't think I know that?"
>You flick your tail uncomfortably.
"It's bad enough I have to be on red alert for Applejack's creepy brother rapist, but-"
>You turn and pull your tail aside, pointing at your vagina.
"I thought having one of these would be awesome!"
>Twilight blushes and turns away, "Anon, please!"
"NO! I'm serious, do you know how much a horse vagina stinks? Of course you do, you have a BIG GAPING ONE!"
>Twilight grabs your hoof and pulls it up, raising you off the ground.
>She casts a look of fury upon you.
>"THAT IS NO WAY FOR A FILLY TO BEHAVE!"
>Suddenly you have an idea.
>Twilight wants you to be a good little filly.
>She hates it when you're vulgar.
>So the logical thing to do would be to-
"Suck dick..."
>Twilight gives you a confused look and sets you down.
>"What did you say?"
>You laugh and point at her.
"That's right! I'm going to suck dick! A lot of dick! Like, all the dicks! I'm going to become Ponyville's cocksleeve! I'll be the biggest little filly whore Equestria has ever seen!"
>Twilight flushes bright scarlet, "ANON STOP!"
"HAHAHA! That's right, Twilight! I'll suck so much fucking stallion cock, they'll name me the Element of Slurp! I'll take so much dick in this little filly cunt, they'll tell tales about 'the filly filled with semen' long after Celestia dies! I'll take so much dick in my ass that-"

>You sit on your bed, rubbing your sore cheek.
>Twilight slapped your cheek and grounded you for a week.
>Tears well up in your eyes.
"What a cunt... SHE could use some dick..."
>She'll pay for this.
>Maybe you can get Big Mac to rape her.
>You start to laugh quietly.
>Twilight shouts from her room upstairs.
>"NO LAUGHING! YOU'RE GROUNDED!"
>Fuck this place.

>>30171284
>you will never have a pony family

>>30170904
You're right, fuck.
Although the crowd doing the wave isntead of a standard cheering / clapping is an amusing image.

>>30172029
>You will never be one of the first naturally born foals post-transformation.
It hurts.

>>30172133
>You will never be told the story of your parents' ponification and the story of how they met and fell in love in a confused post-tf world.

Started writing something, based on one toking anon's plan for what he'd do after becoming the pone.

>It was a laid back Saturday for you.
>No hang-ups, responsibilities, or even cleaning to do.
>Your apartment was spick and span, largely thanks to some help from the kindly old cat lady next door.
>So you were sat at your desk, scamming loonies and toonies off of little kids on Team Fortress 2.
>You sighed, scratching the back of your head as you accepted a free Mann Co key from some twelve year old in New Hampshire or some such shit.
"35 keys... that means..."
>You mumbled to yourself under your breath, working out just how many more dollars you could squeeze from this server, along with how many more servers you'd need to visit before you finally had enough keys to buy that unusual you decided to get on a whim.
>You sat stock still, counting for a few minutes, before slumping onto your desk.
"Fuck I'm bored."
>What the fuck were you even doing?
>Like, with your life.
>You didn’t even want that Death at Dusk Conjurer’s Cowl anyway, you’d stopped lusting after it three servers ago.
>You needed something else to do.
>Without even looking at your screen, you typed out a hasty goodbye to the kid you were trading with before shutting TF2 down.
>Your eyes wandered from your computer screen to your TV screen.
>With deliberate consideration, you stared at your puny list of NES and SNES classics.
>…Nah.
>Sighing, you stood up and walked over to the window on the left hand side of your desk.
>It was a beautiful day outside, the first in months.
>Twenty plus something, sunny.
>Hell, you could see a couple having a picnic out in their fenced off backyard just fifty meters from your apartment.
“That settles it.”
>You stretched yourself out, arms, legs and neck.
>Did a couple jumping jacks too, for good measure.

>>30172297
>Then you promptly shut the window and drew the curtains across it, leaving your lounge in a gloomy and comfortable shade.
“I’m going to get high as fuck and stay inside all day.”
>You grabbed your slightly singed and bloodstained Gap fanny pack off of the mini fridge before flopping down onto your couch.
>With a big yawn, you unceremoniously dumped the contents of your fanny pack on your coffee table.
>Little boxes of rolling paper, a joint rolling box, your grinder, some scissors, a booklet of filters and a mason jar packed with weed all tumbled out.
>You twisted the cover off of the mason jar first and pulled out a few choice buds.
>By squeezing them gently, you got a real sense for how dank this shit was.
>New York Diesel was the strain, the signature lime and grapefruit scent gave it away.
>Into the grinder it went and seven twists later, the herb was fine enough for a joint.
>You packed the grinded up herb into the joint rolling box’s canvas.
>Then, with a little bit of care, you licked the rolling paper’s adhesive and placed it above the packed up weed.
>In a single smooth motion, you closed the lid on the rolling box and, just like magic, a joint popped out of the top.
>You packed in both ends of the joint and twisted off one end.
>In the other end you stuck your filter.
>You repeated the process, rolling a second joint.
“Done.”
>Yawning, you stuck both joints up behind your ears like a fucking nerd and stood up.
>You’d gotten about halfway out of your living room when someone knocked on the door.
“Just a second.”
>You called out, before tucking your two joints into your pocket.
>With that done, you finally answered the door.
>It was Alias, your best friend since high school.
>He looked as cheery as always, standing there in shorts and a t-shirt.
>Hell, Alias even had a tan.
>It seemed much healthier than the pale as snow look you were rocking at the moment.

>>30172302
>You smirked and tugged a joint out of your pocket just as Alias grinned and pulled a bottle of pills out of his.
“You wanna get high??”
>”You wanna be a little horse?”
>All was quiet for a moment, then finally you shook your head and chuckled together with Alias.
>”Yeah, fuck yeah.”
“Fucking what?”
>Alias laughed and chucked you the pill bottle before stepping into your apartment to take his shoes off.
>You stared the pills up and down.
>There were actually about 30 of em, half looked like ibuprofen capsules and the other half looked more like acetaminophen tablets.
“This is Pon-E?”
>Alias nodded.
>”Yep. Got it off of a bartender in the city, high quality and trustworthy. It’s even modified to have a ninety seven percent chance of not changing your sex.”
>You shook the pills around, looking at them some more.
>Curious, they made you seriously curious.
>You reached into your pocket and pulled out the little pill bottle full of acetaminophen you carried around.
>Too much computer time meant frequent headaches unfortunately.
>With a sharp eye, you compared your acetaminophen to the Pon-E lookalike.
>Your blood ran a little cold when you realized how convincing the fakes actually were.
>It would be too easy to give someone a permanent dose with these.
>Especially people like you, who popped pills so often.
>It also meant…
“You’re planning on taking two of these fuckin’ things aren’t you?”
>You stared Alias right in the eyes.
>Alias didn’t even look surprised, he just laughed and slapped you on the back before strutting his way down the hall.
>Yes, strutting.

>>30172308
>The fucker strutted everywhere.
>There was a grin on Alias’ face when he turned back to look at you.
>So you frowned at Alias as hard as you could and launched the pill bottle at him.
>Alias caught it with ease, and spoke even easier.
>”Eventually, yeah. I’m going to take just one at first, make sure I like my new shape. Then I take the second, and if my family or the cops ask anything then I just show em an ibuprofen bottle full of these things.”
>Alias tossed you a wink and a smile, punctuated by an OK hand sign.
>”Flawless.”
>None of this even surprised you, Alias seemed to have made it his mission in life to perform every ridiculous stunt that happened to cross his mind.
>You sighed and stepped up to your bathroom door.
“We have to smoke in my bathroom today, landlord’s been around a lot this week.”
>Alias rolled his eyes and followed you inside.
>”Lame.”
“Whatever. You can go smoke outside if you want, I’m sure the cop living next door would be happy to join you.”
>With a sly smile on his face, Alias lowered the cover over the toilet seat and sat down.
>You pulled out your lighter and set the flame against the end of your joint as you stepped into the bathtub.
>After a few test draws, you finally got the joint burning evenly and tossed the lighter to Alias.
>That was your queue to relax, so you lounged in the bathtub and took it easy.
>The first few puffs had always been your favorite part, the smoke was at a good temperature so you could get that famous diesel taste from the herb.
>Smoke curled off of the joint and from your mouth, rising gently in wisps to the ceiling.
>The sun shone in bright and clear from the little window high upon the wall opposite you.
>You played some music on your phone to fill the silence a little more.
https://vimeo.com/142512117
>There were only three kinds of music that you would listen to when you were high, and progressive rock was right at the top of that lofty list.

>>30172315
>”This shit is primo man, where the fuck did you get it?”
>You looked at Alias.
>He was already cloaked in smoke, staring at the lit joint in his hand with an impressed look on his face.
“My older sister.”
>Alias took a draw from his joint, staring up at the ceiling in thought.
>Realization and remembrance crossed his face and he answered.
>”Ah yeah, forgot she was growing.”
>Suddenly, Alias looked down at you and grinned again.
>He had that bottle full of fucking horse pills in his hand.
>”So are we gonna take these things or what?”
>You sighed and stared at the ruby red ember tip of your joint for a few seconds, thinking about it.
>…Those pills had probably cost Alias a small fortune.
>So turning him down would actually be kind of a dick move on your part.
>Besides that, it was only temporary right?
>And ninety seven percent… Good enough odds to bet your manhood on.
>You motioned to Alias.
>Wordlessly, Alias kicked over the trashcan and you knocked your ashes off into it.
“Twelve hours?”
>Alias nodded, and his grin grew even wider with anticipation, joint locked in his teeth.
>”Yep.”
>Horsecock for twelve hours…
>It was strangely tempting.
>…
>Fuck it.
“Fuck it.”
>”Aye, fuck it.”
>Without another word, Alias threw you one of the fake acetaminophen tablets while he downed a fake ibuprofen capsule.
>You swallowed the tablet with no hesitation and got right back to smoking your joint.
“How long does the transformation take?”

>>30172324
>”Slow acting, probably five or ten minutes or so.”
>You nodded and tried to relax, but you couldn’t help sitting up a bit straighter in the bathtub.
>A sudden thought hit you.
“Won’t we get tangled up in all these clothes?”
>Alias blinked, meeting your eyes.
>Then he nodded, somewhat dazed after taking too hard a hit off of his joint.
>”Oh, yeah.”
>You and Alias both stood up and stripped down to underwear before sitting back down.
“God this is going to be weird.”
>For a few seconds, you didn’t feel anything but the cerebral high and the soaring euphoria the weed was giving you.
>Then a tingle started in your left hand.
>You peered at it, brow furrowed, as you filled the deepest parts of your lungs with smoke.
>Nothing seemed to have-
>Fur.
>The patch of black fur on your hand was so small at first that you hadn’t noticed it, but it grew slowly into view.
>After waiting another couple of seconds, you exhaled a cloud of smoke and spoke up.
“I’ve got black fur, how about you?”
>Alias was staring intently at his arm, smoke pouring from his nostrils.
>He held his arm up, then lowered it, then held it up again.
>Always the lightweight, Alias must already be high as a kite, you thought.
>You took another drag off of your joint just as he answered.
>”Neon yellow.”
>You choked and sputtered, trying to laugh around the smoke.
“HAckk- Ha-of fucking c-course.”
>Chuckling some more, you sank down deeper into the bathtub.
>That tingly feeling was growing in patches all over your body as your fur grew in.
>Your left hand was completely covered now, and you saw that your right hand was well on its way when you lifted your joint up for a puff.

>>30172334
>The high was starting to hit you harder too, making you felt deeply relaxed, despite the strange circumstances.
>Alias was laughing between every drag, and you could see the bright yellow fur growing all over him in big strips.
>It looked like someone had taken a huge highlighter to his skin, it was that bright.
“Suits yoooouuuuu…”
>You laughed like a strangled hyena and shifted around with odd sweeping motions to face Alias.
>Alias rolled his eyes and pointed at your head, falling off of the toilet in the process.
>”As if black doesn’t suit you.”
>That just made you laugh even harder.
>He wasn’t wrong.
“Whatev-“
>Just then, your fringe flopped down in front of your eyes and you recoiled, confused.
>Wait…
>You groaned, understanding.
>Correction: Your fringe had grown down in front of your eyes.
“I just got this shit cut a week ago, what the fuck.”
>You could hear Alias laughing his ass off.
>”You’re a Grudge stunt double, man. I’ll ddrruruur… dri-vve you to the fuckin’ audition mahself.”
>With a quick jerk of the head, you whipped your bangs out your eyes and up over your ears.
>Thank fuck you had spent a couple years with a hairdo like this, you knew how to handle it.
>Your hair was still stupid long though, it was actually laying in your lap.
>You looked at Alias again, to see if his hair had changed.
>Immediately you laughed, and gave yourself a couple seconds to come up with a good insult.
“You’re like a tropical fruit given a mammalian host.”
>Alias had neon pink hair, which somehow styled itself into a Mohawk before your very eyes.
>Just looking at Alias was giving you a headache, his colors clashed like their families had been locked in a blood feud since the days of the Wild West.
>Alias shrugged and winked.
>”What can I say, I’m a sucker for looks that say: ‘Fuck you, and then me, later.’ “

>>30172344
>You shook your head and giggled, then sunk back into the bathtub.
>All you could hear were the deep breaths you and Alias took with each puff.
>Smoke curled silently in the air, caught between beams of sunlight.
>The tingly feeling of your fur growing had stopped, replaced with a bizarre sense of things being shifted around in your abdomen.
>…
“Too quiet!”
>You whined.
>The pitch of your voice sounded so high there, but it didn’t feel like your voice had cracked at all.
>”Put some more music on then, dumbass.”
>Alias sounded strange too, his voice was melodious, and somehow brighter than before.
“But…”
>Oh yeah.
>You stuck your joint in your mouth and unlocked your phone.
>Right away you could see that you had paused the music by mistake.
>You chuckled and hit play with your left hoof.
“The gardener plants an evergreen… Whilst trampling on a flower…”
>As though it was the most natural thing in the world, you sung along for a little.
>It gave you a feel for the new timbre your voice held; a dusky tone with a distinctly feminine pitch.
>You were going to grin and brag about your discovery to Alias when you suddenly thought back to what you had pressed the play button with.
“H-hoof…”
>You held up your new appendage and marvelled at it.
>Strange sensations began to wrack your body, especially around your midriff.
>You peered down at yourself and took in the changes as they happened.
>A tail was inching further into view between your spread legs, as black as your hair or mane or whatever it was at this point.
>Your legs were covered completely in black fur and were getting shorter and shorter by the second.
>Both of your feet had shrunk down and deformed, with your ankle situated about halfway up your calf.
>Producing strange clicking noises, your toes pulled tight together and fused.
>Both of your feet seemed to melt wholly, before hardening into pitch black hooves.

>>30172351
>Before you knew it, you had nothing but hooves to work with and all four of them clacked loudly on the walls of the tub.
>“Anon…”
>You turned and looked at Alias.
>He was leaning up against the far wall and just like you, Alias was covered in fur.
>Both of Alias’ hands had morphed into hooves, along with his feet.
>But your eyes were drawn to the HUGE FUCKING YELLOW AND PINK STRIPED HORSECOCK THAT WAS STICKING OUT OF HIS PANTS.
>Immediately you looked away, and screeched.
“What the FUCK Alias! PUT THAT THING AWAY BEFORE YOU POKE MY EYE OUT!”
>”Relax dude, and where’s yours anyway?”
>Oh yeah.
>You tried to pull your underwear down and wound up ripping it in half.
>The clumsiest hooves.
“Uhhh…”
>Your penis was shrinking, and you only got a glance at your balls before they sunk into your body.
“UMMMM!”
>That feeling was like no other, it was so foreign having your guts push aside like that.
>You could feel a new cavity forming, and your cock just kept on shrinking.
>All in all, you already knew where this bullshit was going.
>So you just settled for smoking your joint while you waited for your manhood to be completely taken from you.
>You had to take a break when your chest bulged out into a horse’s barrel, and readjust yourself to get more comfortable after all the extra poundage filled in around your hips.
>”Anonymous?”
>Alias called to you, looking more curious than concerned.
>You glared sidelong at Alias, sullen with your hair over your face again.
“Ninety seven percent chance. You said there was a ninety seven percent chance that this stuff wouldn’t change my sex.”
>At first, Alias tried not to smile, adopting an overly serious stare.
>Then he settled for trying not grin.
>Long story short, he managed to keep his uproarious laughter compressed to a few seconds.
>”You’re one of three in a hundred bud, cheer up and buy a lotto ticket or something.”

>>30172359
That's all I've got for now, hope someone enjoys it. I'll have a pastebin up tonight, and another update in a few days, if anyone likes this.

>>30172376
My dick knows where this is going. I need more.

>>30172376
>>30172383
Seconded

Also you should set up a paste bin

>>30172359
Good stuff so far. He'll soon see the advantages of being in that 3%.

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>>30172376
Anon's getting fucked more ways than one tonight.

>>30172528
Ponies are going to steal his hands?

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>>30172852
>"Come again?"
"Can we borrow your hands? We wont hurt them or anything and we'll bring them straight back when we're done!"
>"No i get that, but you practically have an entire species with hands that would gladly let you 'borrow' them."
"Dont me wrong, humans are great and so are their hands, but what we need them for it's easier if they're....unattached, the fact yours can move around on their own is also great."
>"Not convincing me of your good intentions here, why exactly is that so important."
"Well y'see...the thing is...we kinda....umm..."
>Mumblemumblemumble
>"What was that?"
"Oh for celestia's sake just tell him already."
>Who?
"Alright! Wewanttostickyourhandsupourvagina'sandletthemwrigglearoundlikespiders."
>Blinking, it takes you a minute to register what the small blushing horse just said.
>It takes a further minute for you to process the resulting mental images.
>Shaking your head to clear it (You like fairies damn it.), you open your eyes to address the two deviants.
>"I'm sorry ladies but i'm not going to let yo-"
>They're gone, you scratch your head in bewilderment.
>"Huh, guess they changed their mind."
>You suddenly realise you're not feeling any headscratchs at the same time a warm wetness envelops your hands.
>You absently note your twitching eye as you stare in the direction the small horses came from.
>Lefty and Righty begin writhing in their small confines.
>Various censor beeps emerge from your mouth as you trudge your way up the forest path to retrieve your traitorous appendages.

>>30173306
He didn't even get hooves out of it.

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I want to become a princess and blackmail world leaders into performing degenerate acts on me

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>>30173306
>Several minutes of walking, blushing and uncomfortable sensations later, you eventually find the pair of thieves-slash-kidnappers-slash-enablers, your hands now gently scratching them behind the ears like a pair of strange hats.
>Adopting a stern expression, you announce your presence
>"Ahem."
>Lost in their tactile bliss as your hands begin roaming randomly, they fail to hear you as your foot starts tapping loudly with your impatience.
>"Excuse me."
>It's when Lefty begins to rapidly stroke the unicorn's special area that your patience finally snaps.
>"HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOOMF!"
>Startled by your sudden shout, your hands unconsciously clench, Righty grasping a fist full of surprised pegasus ass while Lefty firmly grasps a shocked unicorn's horn.
>A horn that was pointed straight at you, the sudden burst of magic hitting you directly in the chest and knocking the wind out of you as your torso is flung backwards a solid few meters before coming to rest on your back.
>Your feet are nonplussed for a moment before dutifully walking over to reunite with you, unlike the traitors cowering behind two scared looking horses.
>Rolling over so you can at least look at them while talking you open your mouth and calmly describe your current opinion on the situation
>"You f***** s****** c*** horses do you f******** have any c********** idea in that s** added head of yours of how f****** much this f******* hurts f***, it's worse than the time the f****** piranha used me as a f******** chew toy while being f****** hunted by those f******* hoodlums."
>Feeling your feet re-attach with a pop half way through your censored diatribe, you stand up and unsteadily walk over to the nervous looking equines.
>At this point your speech sounds more like an old modem than an actual language, Polokus had an unsual sense of humor when he made the rules of the world, the two mares covering their ears in slight pain as your outburst slowly winds down.

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>>30173638
>Breathing heavily with your own ears ringing, you address the heavily sweating pair of promiscuous pretty pony (de)plorable's with actual words.
>"I would like my hands back. Please."
>Pop.
>You sigh with relief over the fact they didnt decide to run away again.
>"Thank you."
"Umm. Please dont be mad, i was thinking of this one human i like when you startled me and your hand jerked and i'msorrypleasedontbemad."
>"What are you sa-"
>You feel Lefty gently petting the unicorn, while Righty continues hiding behind the pegasus.
>Looking down you notice the floor is a lot closer than it used to be, and that your torso appears to have disappeared, but at least your feet are still here, even if they do look a bit strange from this angle.
>Turning around a few times, you find your torso appears to have migrated behind your head for some reason.
>You pause and lift your left foot before stomping the ground.
>ThudThud
>You do the same with your right.
>ThudThud.
>With repeated "SorryIdidntmeanto's", the unicorn directs your attention to mirror she just conjured.
>The only thought that manages to surface as you take in the new ears atop your head, four strange horseshoe equivilant of your sneakers and new muzzle is that "Raycolt" just doesnt have the same ring to it.
"Soooo, does this mean we get to keep em?"
>Righty facepalms her in embarrassment.

>>30173637
>you will never be the elegant princess with hordes of followers - one particularly dedicated group going so far as to turn themselves into mares to emulate you all the better.

>>30173637
>Duterte will never milk you

>>30174167
>ywn be strapped down and pumped with hormones
>ywn have your swollen horse teats milked in public

>>30172383
>>30172418
>>30172497
>>30172528
Cool. Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/J7Nhumxt

>Anon is ripped from his home by Queen Chrysalis
>She informs him that from this point forward, he will be her love-collecting slave
>Instead of transforming him into a drone, she uses a different spell that transforms him into a stuffed plushtoy
>She explains that the love collected by her drones is so often tainted with lust
>The quickest way to a pony's heart is through their genitals, after all
>But there's nothing cleaner, more pure than the love of a little filly or Colt
>Love that they're so quick to give to their most cherished stuffed animals
>In order to ensure his cooperation, she adds a little extra caveat:
>Anon now needs love to survive, like a changeling
>If he doesn't get enough love, he will begin to lose mobility until he becomes a fully inanimate plush
>A prisoner within his own soft, cuddly body
>She boots him out of the cave that she's using as her new hive, points him in the direction of Ponyville and cheerily reminds him that the clock is ticking

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I am a gay horsie

>>30175140
>ywn be the personal cuddle toy of moonbutt

>>30174272
I want this to happen to me more than I should.

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>>30165601
Great storytelling; I absolutely loved this! Even between individual lines there was that beautiful oscillation from cute & innocent, to dark, and back again.
For someone who hasn’t written anything prior to this, you’ve got chops.
I’m puzzled by the perceived disappointment for which you’re apologizing; we’d like to see a Pastebin from you on account of this being a solid showing.

>Fuck me i wrote far more of this than i intended
Cuddly Doom is currently ten times longer than I’d originally intended; if you find writing brings you enjoyment, keep at it!

Thanks for the middle school nostalgia trip – No Russian was one hell of a mission. Made even better by infectious ponification!

>>30175539
Wonderful art work as always

Will you be doing any art of Cuddly Doom?
I'd love to see a picture of the scene with Clementine Breeze comforting Anon as he becomes Morning Star

>>30175539
Nice pic

Traansformation into pony cum via cock vore

>>30175939
Hilarious and original

>>30175140
The flaw in this plan is that magical plushies are creepy and unappealing and Anon starves.

>>30176142
Not in the crystal empire! Go forth, anon!
Be the prized stuffy of flurry, then go blow chrysalis away with a blizzard of pain and freeze her in place!

>>30176214
It turns out Sombra fucking loves plushies and former humans.

>>30176388
but does he love fucking plushies?

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>>30175539
>Art of it.
Is it normal to feel undeserving? Not fishing for comments, i'm just wondering if i'm thinking too much.

>if you find writing brings you enjoyment, keep at it!
It does actually, i got inspired and words just kept spilling out of my fingers when normally i'm stuck in a block of what to say next, i suppose it was easier because i had an existing narrative to edit but still!

>>30176584
>words just kept spilling out of my fingers
Keep at it, before those fingers become hooves.

>>30165990
>>30175096
Added to the google doc
http://derpy.me/PonyTF

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>>30170641
>Pon-E in the water
Not a problem until it's in the booze.

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Transformation into a pony but not minding one way or the other.

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>>30155377
I love how you turned Daisy into the creepy cult leader pony

Over all you've done an amazing job at swapping between cute and sinister through out this story.

>>30175539
>>30179932
Is it me or is this guy's art really uncanny valley?

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>>30178875
>A decade after the accident, global Pon-E levels have finally diluted to being safe for human consumption again.
>Russia is the only country still inhabited by humans due to their high alcohol:blood ratio preventing the transformative effects so long as they drank water sparingly.
>They thought about taking over the world afterwards, but the UnitedPonyNations were so friendly it took the fun out of it.
>Being given the most of the worlds supply of booze probably helped smooth things over, as ponies only really had a taste for cider anyway or as one diplomat put to his pony counterpart: "Leetle pony iz Leetle weight."
>The ensuing drinking contest after both representatives called for reinforcements to defend their species pride resulted in various ponies requiring rescue after attempting slavsquats in rediculous locations, multiple wingfractures as pegasi attempted to break the sound barrier while tied together and the earth briefly orbiting the moon.
>The russians publicly apologized for that last one by helping the ponies develop their own space program.

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>>30180174
Yeah, I get why you would feel that way. I did too at first but it grew on me.

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>>30180211
It seems like a lot of what he does has an element of body horror in it, and for that the uncanny valley is rather fitting.

I don't feel like pic related hit the uncanny valley, and the baby poner is super cute.

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>>30180195
Russians shouldn't resist. They'd make some very cute ponies.

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>>30180305
>There was no co-ordinated resistance effort, most russians simply drank so little water in comparison to alcohol that their Pon-E doses were minimal to nonexistant.
>It took most of the populace a few weeks to even notice the state the rest of the world was in, which they handled in typical fashion.
>"Dr Ivan, do you have any more of cough drop, it seems rest of world has become little horse"
>"Shut the fuck up boris."

I have no idea what pic related is beyond that it's apparently a fic and looked cute.

>>30180280
Holding the pony must be almost as great as being the pony.
We need Alycornanon back.

>>30180195
>>30180449
This is the funniest fucking shit that I've ever read.

Trying out a green, it's not a pony, but I hope you like it. Working title is "Heiress of Chaos" I do not apologize for the pun, but if you have a better idea, feel free to run it by me.

>As a rule of thumb, I always listen to music whenever I go out for a little “excursion”.
>Drowning out the voices of random people always helps you focus.
>It’s pretty hard to confidently snatch a purse whenever you can hear the running of whatever wannabe hero chasing after you.
>All you have to know is run like hell them moment you grab it, and don’t pay attention to anything else.
>It’s a good system, the less you worry, the better you are.
>This, of course, applies to other activities too.
>In a way you could say this makes you a goal oriented person.
>Others might call you crazy.
>The jury is honestly still out on that one.
>You’re pretty sure other people don’t get their kicks off shit like this.
>It’s not even for money or anything, you just want to have some fun.
>Just so happens that your hobby is fucking with shit.
>Doesn’t matter if it’s bar fights, theft, or anything else, if it’s not allowed it’s fun.
>There’s probably some term for that out there, but you don’t know it.
>You’re not even going to pretend you’re smart enough to know.

>>30181749
>Tonight your goal is pretty simple, yet large in scope.
>You’re going to get the buck.
>What’s the buck?
>The buck is a mounted deer’s head situated proudly over the bar of your favorite watering hole.
>It’s been in the owner’s family for a few generations and is probably the owner’s pride and joy.
>And you want to wreck that.
>Not just smash it though, no, that’d be too simple.
>Stealing it is too straightforward too.
>You’re going to defile it.
>The plan is simple.
>In a few minutes, you will walk from out of a dark alley, dressed head to toe in black, toting your “weapons”.
>You’ll have a fully loaded paintball gun, some smoke bombs, and fireworks.
>After you cause some chaos, you’ll unload on the buck, and hopefully light some fireworks on or near it for good measure before fucking off.
>There’s a chance you could get caught at any point in this.
>But that’s a part of the fun.
>Checking your watch, it’s a few minutes before midnight.
>Most people there are going to be hammered for sure.
>It’s go time.

>>30181752
>Hitting play on your phone, a song starts blasting in your ears.
>”Takyon”, not a bad choice at all.
>Smirking a bit, you start walking out the alley at a brisk pace.
>By the time you’re at the door, you’ve got two smoke bombs in hand.
>Kicking open the door, you toss the in.
>Smoke quickly begins covering the small bar.
>Some of the patrons are so shocked, they spill the cheap booze they’ve been guzzling.
>Not missing a beat you pull out the gun, beginning to fire.
>Or, at least you try to.
>The paintball gun jams the moment you go to fire it.
>Tossing it down, you look at the people you can manage to see in the hazy bar.
>The few people you can see look pretty scarred, one of them seems to be dialing their phone.
>Cursing a bit, you fumble around in your coat pockets for a Roman Candle.
>You’ve still got this.
>Lighting it quickly, you aim it towards where the buck should be.
>A few shots from the candle ring out, flying towards the bar.
>The bar covered in spilled alcohol…

>>30181760
>The moment you realize what’s about to happen, the shots run out.
>One candle isn’t enough to start a fire, right?
>Deciding this is absolutely botched, you sprint away from the bar, heading into the alley across from it.
>Others begin running from the bar too.
>At first you think they’re chasing you, but they’re more running /away/.
>The smoke billowing from the bar starts getting darker and heavier.
>More people start pouring out of the bar, coughing from the looks of it.
>You started a fucking fire in there.
>You’re an arsonist.
>Maybe it’s out of fear, or maybe it’s from sheer enjoyment but you start laughing.
>If people weren’t so concerned saving their lives they’d probably notice your voice.
>For the hell of it you start throwing your remaining smoke bombs out into the street as you back off towards the fire escape you scoped out earlier today.
>Climbing up and onto the roof of the building across from the bar, you stoop down and watch.
>People seem frantic down there.
>For once, you pause your music to listen to them.
>You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t an even better song down there.
>The average person would be mortified at this, but you’re feeling high with joy.

>>30181749
I like the sound of this.

>>30181766
>Firefighters showed up pretty fast.
>Cops start pulling in shortly thereafter.
>The fire in the bar got pretty intense pretty fast, even spreading towards other buildings.
>Meanwhile you’re crouching on a roof, considering dropping some fireworks down into the concerned crowd.
>The gap between this building and the one next door is pretty small, so you could book it once you do so.
>Shrugging, you start lighting fuses.
>Whenever one seemed to be getting close to the edge, you’d toss it.
>It was after about three that people started looking up, flashing flashlights and that shit.
>Time to run.
>Reaching to hit play on your music, you feel something push you sharply on the back.
>Almost shitting your pants as it happens, you plummet off the four story building.
>Moments before you hit the ground, you stop, suspended in the air.
>Nothing around you seems to be moving, everything is still.
>”Anon, I believe a chat between the two of us is far overdo!” cheers some voice.
>”I’m fairly certain we have quite a bit in common, and you’re in no place to deny my offer~!”


That's all I've got so far, I'll probably get into tf stuff next update if I wind up continuing. Be sure to tell me if I should fuck off or whatever.

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>>30181774
I am intrigued

Sounds like anon has run into either Discord or Eris, or perhaps Eris's predecessor?

All in all I think this will be a welcome change of pace from the mute pony stories (No offence to those writing such stories, I love all your work).

I look forward to seeing what happens in your next update

>>30181749
>It's not a pony

Garbage

>>30182293
I recommend suicide.

>>30182357
Its the pony tf general faggot, if they aren't writing pony it's off topic.

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>It's been almost 5 years you first found these threads
>Check the IRC for lols
>The same people are still in there

Fuck me. The ride really never ends, does it?

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>>30181749
Fuck yeah. Keep going.

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>>30181774
The protagonist doesn't seem like a very pleasant sort. Let's hope he can find a better outlet for his chaotic impulses.

>>30182880
Like turning everyone on Earth into adorable little genderswapped ponies.

>>30183007
For five minutes. Then turn them back and let them wonder what the fuck just happened and whether they're hallucinating.

>>30181774
Love it, want more.

>>30183007
>>30183158
>New day of the week is added between saturday and sunday.
>From 00:00 to 23:59 every week, everyone on earth is a pony.
>After a few weeks of panic and being unable to find the cause most people eventually just accept Equiday as a new part of life.
>As hooves render most modern technology difficult or straight up impossible to use, people rediscover a fondness for the simpler things in life, and usually devote the day to spending time with family or friends or otherwise persuing a hobby.
>Figuring out how to pick things up with their horns was fun for the unicorns, although they say it's like trying to lift weights with a toothpick.
>Travelling up a mountain saturday night and gliding down as pegasi became a regular occurance.
>It's only when the first pony didnt transform back that people started worrying again, the only difference being a strange tattoo on both their flanks.

>>30183238
Very much yes to this idea

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>>30183238
Ponyday is every day for them. At least they get a nice cutecenera.

>>30175677
There will be!
I have a title card in mind featuring the ‘main character’ to which I’d alluded [outside the story].
That won’t be in the pipeline for another couple weeks; I’m working to get the writing caught up.
Meanwhile, that’d be a cute scene for art, but I’m definitely not going to make any promises.

>>30176584
>Is it normal to feel undeserving?
I think it’s understandable why you might feel that way, but let me turn your question on you:
I take it that Cuddle Warfare draws some inspiration from Cuddly Doom, a story that – personally – I don’t think is deserving of derivative works.
Yet here we are. What helped you find the motivation to write; was there some piece of inspiration there that provided a little nudge to get started?
Because, chances are, the motivation was the very same that spurred the art.
You wrote it, I thought ‘that’d be a really cool scene to see illustrated’ and things go from there. Inspiration begets inspiration, especially in PTFG.

>>30180280
This is fair; I’m an oddball in that my favorite part of the TF is the underlying biomechanics/morphological changes taking place. In a way it's body horror I guess.
The uncanny valley is such a pain with the highly rendered semi-realistic style I try to emulate. I’ve been working for a long time to peek over the edge without falling in.
I can tell you a dozen reasons why >>30180211 belongs in the trash based on what I’ve learned from past mistakes.
It’s inherently hard to draw TF realistically without it looking creepy, because your mind’s eye is immediately disturbed by how the anatomical proportions are distorted.
Anyone who’s been in the TF community long enough has probably seen gryf’s work. He’s wicked talented, but his rendered art is definitely still an acquired taste.
Plus, it’s largely in black and white; uncanny valley is even harder to avoid in color.
It’s frustrating at times. I don’t usually like showing off my drawings.

Everfree is treacherous. Anon is dumped into Equestria there and soon finds a minefield of weird plants, stinging insects and forgotten artefacts, each lying in wait to transform him into a pony or worse.

>>30170642
There's literally no downsides to being Nyx

>Get a Twimom
>Be a god like mary sue entity for merely existing
>Partially related to Luna
>Get to be a fucking alicorn
>Get filly bits
>Get adored for existing

>>30181812
Based on the title I'm guessing we've got Discord causing a TF into his female draconequus protégée.

>change of pace from the mute pony
It would be funny now if Discord has to mute the freaking out post TF protagonist.

>>30183194
Why are you encouraging this? They can go post this shit in dadonequus or something.

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>>30181774
Keep it up, mate.

>>30181774
This is fantastic!
Please keep going and be sure to establish a pastebin or something along those lines

>>30182419
Just keeps on trucking while you take time off. The brakes broke on this ride back in 2010.

>>30184247
How the hell can you call it fantastic?

>>30182419
You can't unride the pony.

Update.

>>30172359
>You rolled your eyes just as your snout started to inch into view.
>Alias seemed to be coming along a little bit quicker than you, his face had already transformed completely and his ears were well on their way up to the top of his head.
>A pair of wings fluttered testily on his back before Alias clapped them to his sides.
“Fuck it. Twelve hours and counting.”
>That got Alias to nod in agreement.
>”Aye, fuck it. It’s just twelve hours for you. For me though…”
>And before you could object, Alias swallowed his second fake ibuprofen capsule.
“You’re going to regret that.”
>”Haven’t regretted a damn thing I’ve done so far, this won’t be any different.”
“Whatever.”
>You mumbled, before taking one last toke from your joint.
>You burned it all the way down to the filter, as there was no way that you’d waste even a thimble of this New York Diesel.
>And you’d need it, you thought, staring vehemently at your glistening new sex.
>Despite your bad mood, you felt oddly content when you fondled your lower lips a little with your hoof.
>Your flesh was snow white, not that you’d been expecting the Pon-E to give you a tan or anything.
>”So how’s it feel?”
>Alias was grinning at you, and even with that new horse muzzle he looked the same as he always did.
“Fucking weird.”
>Suddenly restless, you tried to stand up.
>You slipped and fell maybe a dozen times, giggling, but you got the hang of it after watching Alias stand.
>Right away you started to step out of the tub when Alias held you back with his hoof.
>”Your mane.”

>>30184434
>Ah.
>Yeah, your mane and tail were both dragging along on the ground right at your hooves.
>You stepped carefully to the side, finally you were out of the bathtub and standing up straight on all four hooves.
“Thanks.”
>It was very… bizarre.
>And it was hard to be mad about your shit luck when you were riding so pleasantly on this high.
>But, as always, you managed a smug and comfortable disdain.
>You blew your mane out of your eyes and stared Alias down sullenly, trying and failing not to look at his new shaft.
>Just thinking about it made your glutes twitch for some reason.
“I’ve got a mirror in my room, c’mon.”
>Alias nodded, but his eyes were drifting away from your face, towards your…
>You were about to swat him for staring at your ass, but he spoke before you could.
>”Nice wings, by the way.”
“What?”
>You craned your neck and spun in a circle, trying to get a good look at your back.
“Holy shit!”
>Wings! You had wings!
>Your breath caught in your throat when you spread them.
>Every other feather was white, alternating like the keys on a piano.
>The full range of motion you could achieve with your new wings was impressive, they felt even more dexterous than your hands used to.
>Alias chuckled and stretched his wings out too, brushing the tips against yours.
>His wings had a predictably garish color scheme, neon yellow feathers with bright stripes of neon pink zig-zagging across their entire length.
>They were bigger too, Alias’ wingspan dwarfed yours by a solid twenty centimeters.
>…Alias in general was just bigger than you now.
>He was a head taller than you, with a much broader chest and longer and thicker legs.
>Where Alias had well-toned muscle, you were just smooth, and curvy.

>>30184457
>Your muzzle scrunched instinctively when realized this, and you didn’t mention it to Alias, of course.
>But the smug smirk on his face said loud and clear that Alias had noticed anyway.
>”Want that second pill now?”
>You rolled your eyes and batted Alias in the face with your tail before trotting out of the bathroom.
“Fuck off.”
>Alias followed you, strutting, as usual.
>”I’d like to fuck on. If you know what I’m saying.”
>Suddenly wary of your new parts, you pressed your tail down to make sure you were covered up.
“Are you hitting on me?”
>You shot Alias a look over your shoulder, with one brow perked.
>Alias shrugged back and grinned.
>Whatever.
>Your bedroom waited just across the hall, suffused in the same gloom the rest of the apartment was in.
>It was clean though, no dirty clothes all over the floor like before.
>You flicked on the lights with the end of your left wing.
>Alias strode forward and started examining himself in the floor to ceiling mirror you had up.
>There was a… picture of a pair of dice on both of his flanks?
>Oh yeah, you thought, butt marks.
>Or beauty marks, or cutie marks or whatever the fuck.
>It didn’t really matter what they were called.
>Alias had a pair of dice with red divots for his mark, and both of them were on six.
>You rolled your eyes and spat out some vulgarities at Alias.
“Of course that’s your fucking talent, being a lucky little shit.”
>”A lucky little shit who always makes the right bets. And how about yours, sweet cheeks?”
>Alias answered with a smirk before rounding on you to stare at your flank.
>You blushed for whatever reason, but you stood still while Alias looked.
>”Huh, I never knew you played the guitar.”
>Well now, that was a pleasant surprise.
“I used to, when I was thirteen. I quit though.”

That's all for now, see you guys in another few days.

>>30184466
I like it. Can't wait for more.

>>30184466
This is great. Getting a very comfy feeling from this one.

>ywn be a horny little mare
>your Mistress will never scissor you

>>30184466
Ahhh this is a good one! Looking forward to more. That mare better take the second pill at some point lest she gets her shit kicked in by ptfg anons that know a thing or two about the importance of being the little mare.

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>>30183647
>CoC Equestria.

>>30184899
Someone make this at once

>Moonglow and Lightning haven't had a beautiful wedding yet
>Moonglow still hasn't forced Lightning to be walked in public while wearing a pretty dress

>>30184807
>the importance of being the little mare
That's my favourite Oscar Wilde play.

>>30170641
Third image looks like twilight is having a coke binge.

>>30184972
That would be quite the undertaking. It would take a small team of people working together to make something really good. I'm sure there's plenty of free text based "game" making programs out there where you can add choices and branching paths and such.

Get a few writefags together and have them each work on different parts, it will be faster having 4 writefags for example writing 12 transformation sequences than it will be having one person writing 12 possible transformation sequences.

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>>30183425
>a story that – personally – I don’t think is deserving of derivative works.
You're kidding, right?
At it's core your established universe involves tiny ponies that transform humans into more ponies by simple touch, who then mostly forget their previous lives and in return get the urge to go transform more humans in order to make new friends.
It's similar to a stock zombie scenario but the difference is that the 'victim' is still somewhat conscious and HAPPY about their situation, not to mention the fact they're still able to think and plan as individuals.
Whats important is that it's simple, and can thus be used to build entirely different stories from, my own basic greentext just an example simply adding them to an existing story.
There's so much room to explore here regardless of where you personally take the story, think of all the different way's stock zombies have been used in narrative, that's the kind of thing possible with this unique thing you've got here.
And unlike traditional zombies who are always portrayed as animalistic hordes and thus constrained to stories that fit that, your intelligent cuddler's could slot into so many different horror niches it's a bit spooky to think about, one quick example being SAW, but the titular antagonist is a pony and the games are actual games with the loser getting a consolation cuddle.
>What helped you find the motivation to write; was there some piece of inspiration there that provided a little nudge to get started?
There's just so much possibility! That one anon comment on the other green (Again, another example of how your idea could be adapted to other situations) made me think of CoD, which in turn led me to think of the most controversial CoD related thing and then the two thoughts of your story and that concept fucked vigorously on the table of my mind until i was left with that green.

>>30186211
The fact i broke the character limit there to the point i had to trim some examples should say it all.

>>30185914
To be honest a lot of the existing transformation sequences in it could probably be edited pretty quickly, a few hours probably.
The real work would be in creating a setting and various enemies that are much less sexually charged and apocolyptic if we wanted it to stay somewhat true to reality aside from the transformative effects on anon.

>>30184466
Good shit. Can't wait for more.

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I want to be a pretty Twiggy pet

>Be Anon, the best human boyfriend in Equestria
>Also the only human boyfriend in Equestria
>Quietly sliding in the front door you see your cute little horsebando sleeping on the couch
>That cute little ass of his is hanging over the edge of the sofa
>He shifts in his sleep and makes one of the cutest little murmurs you’ve ever heard
>His new position gives you an even better view of his tight little tail hole
>You had come here in hope of getting a piece of dat ass, but he’s just to cute to wake up
>Then again, maybe you wouldn’t have to
>Sure it’s technically rape, but you also woke up with his dick down your throat last week
>Turnabout is fair play and all that
>Plus I doubt he’ll complain if he does wake up
>You carefully take off your shoes to muffle your footsteps
>One quick detour into his bedroom later and you have a bottle of lube
>You’ve never needed much with him, at least when you were on top
>The male anatomy of humans is, shall we say, far more compact than a stallions
>Standing over him you swallow hard
>Maybe you should wake him up
>I mean, it is technically rape and legally a crime
>Just then your horsebando shifts onto his back, spreading his legs wide in the air
>”Oh Anon… harder please!” he says with a moan
>He’s throbbing boner and dripping flare tell the tale of a wet dream
>You clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle your breathing
>The other hand slides down and quietly undoes your fly
>Little Anon sticks his head out, hard and ready to go
>You slather him in a generous helping of lube
>Your dick slides into him with ease as his ass stretches to accommodate you
>With the leftover lube on your hand you grab his shaft and start to jerk him off
>”mmmh, yeah just like that”
>you quickly fall into a rhythm as you slowly gyrate your hips and stroke his cock
>Finding the right angle proves to be a bit more challenging

>>30187762
>You shift around several times probing for his prostate
>”ah mmmh, yeah right there”
>Sounds like you’ve hit your mark
>You pick up the tempo just a little, careful not to wake him up
>His ass clenches down on your cock, and you can feel he’s close to an orgasm
>Time to give him what you hope is a pleasant awakening
>You clench down harder on his cock and start to jack him off as quickly as possible
>”Oh yes Anon! harder!”
>At the same time you jam your dick deep inside him, feeling him twitch and convulse as he dumps his load all over his face and chest
>Meanwhile you bust a nut into his ass, your hot seed flowing around your shaft
>You both pant for a moment, your horsebando apparently having woken up during the climax
>He looks at you, first with an expression of dazed confusion, then with a far cockier look
>”It’s my turn Anon, bend over”
>A shiver runs down your spine
>to your relief he doesn’t seem mad, but his voice is rather blunt and commanding
>Without really questioning his command you quickly bend over the couch as he gets off of it
>He collects the bottle of lube off the floor and applies a generous helping of it to his shaft, at its thickest it’s just a little smaller than the side of your wrist
“Please be gentle”
>He demeanor softens significantly
>”Aren’t I always Anon?”
“I-it’s just that…”
>He presses a hoof to your mouth
>”It’s ok I’m not mad”

>>30187771
>He pauses for a moment
>”Buuut…”
>He starts to grin
“but what?”
>”There’s a spell I’ve been wanting to try. Do you trust me?”
>you nod slowly, trying to gauge his intentions
>”Great, you’ll enjoy it I promise”
>He lubes himself up and mounts you
>The flared tip of his shaft presses into me with ease, gliding on the generous amount of lube
>At the same time I hear the unmistakable sound of an active unicorn horn
>My entire body begins to tingle under the effect of whatever spell by colt friend is weaving
>you let out a small moan as his medial ring slides in, passing you’re your prostate
>He continues to press himself into me, only stopping when he has fully sheathed himself inside of me
>”I love your cute little ass, it’s always nice and tight”
>You let out a sound between a groan and a moan
>Having him this deep inside you is still a little uncomfortable
>”Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem much longer”
>He backs himself out, leaving only his flare inside of you only to thrust it all back in
>The stallion continues to pound your ass, each thrust faster and harder than the one before it
>It’s getting easier, surprisingly easy
>This isn’t the first time he’s had a go at your ass, but you don’t remember ever feeling quite so… accommodating
>Your cock twitches with pleasure as he begins a magical reach around
>This one feels different though, in a very good way
>Lil’ anon feels like it’s getting bigger, and… something else…
>You can’t place the sensation, but it feels amazing
>A few thrust latter and you notice that his belly rubbing on your back feels… off
>You glance back to find a small set of grey wings poking out your side
>Not only that, but a matching coat of fur has begun to overtake your hind quarters

>>30187784
>>30187793
you change from second person to first at the very end, might want to fix that

otherwise it was 10/10 mate

>>30187793
Added to the google doc as you already knew.
http://derpy.me/PonyTF

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>>30187784
>Your legs have changed too; your thighs have almost disappeared into your hips while your feet have begun to elongate
>The spells effect continues to spread, everything it touches tingles with a remarkable sensation
>He shifts you onto your side, giving your new tail a place to grow from
>His foreleg slides under your leg lifting it up, giving you a clear view of your rapidly diminishing number of toes, as well as your new horsecock
>Your feet tickle as the last of your lower digits fuse into a pair of hooves
>The spell had worked its way up to your chest, and with a slight regret you noticed you had missed the parting of my nipples
>A wave of pleasure over took you as the fur advanced another few centimeters up my body, the advances matched the tempo of your lover’s thrusts
>Each hump on his part brought increasing pleasure to you as the fur passed your neckline and elbows
>Sour new wings have fully formed at this point, as was your bushy blue tail
>He gave one final thrust, as you felt the warmth of his seed fill you
>At the same time a final wave of ecstasy washed over you
>Your hands clinched into fists, and your eyes forced themselves shut
>you could feel your face rearrange, your ears began to twitch with new found muscles
>After a few moments the sensation faded and you opened your eyes
>A short grey snoot dominated the bottom of your vision, stray strands of sapphire a visible from above
>you shifted and twitched at the pleasant yet alien feeling of a pair of wings
>”So how do you like it?”
“I love it!”
>I’m so soft now, it’s amazing, it’s like wearing a blanket
>Your stallion friend nudges me onto the couch the rest of the way
>”Sleepy?”
“Just a bit”
>”Care to join me for a nap?”
>You nuzzle the side of his face
“That sounds great”
>He rest his head on the end of the sofa as you bury mine in the crook of his neck
>you drape your wings over both of us as we snuggle up for a nap.

https://pastebin.com/N4RYS55A

>>30187955
Cute though not my cup of tea.

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Make your choice.
>You usher in the age of horse as the avatar of chaos, develop the associated madness and will most likely never be the pony yourself.

>You can choose to let another randomly selected person do it and hope they feel like making everyone into ponies but trusting an avatar of chaos to be consistant seems incredibly foolish.

>>30188382
I'll happily take the first option. But no-one will quite be the pony they expected to be.

>>30188919
is this pic from an anime or did someone draw it?

I finally have some free time now that I'm done with finals, so here's an update to Our Town. I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things, so it isn't the best, but hopefully that'll change with more writing. If you need a refresher because I've been gone so long, the pastebin is https://pastebin.com/AQbzcGn0

>For the next two weeks, Quill keeps up his new, extremely pleasurable routine with you.
>Each night, you’re pounded into the bed, and most mornings afterwards, you wake up more than a little sore.
>But it’s a welcome feeling, because with it comes the soft brush of Quill’s fur against your coat and the fulfilling knowledge that last night may have been the night where he planted another foal in you, if there isn’t another one there already.
>But as your heat passes and your libido comes down from its roaring peak, your nights together become much gentler.
>For a few weeks, you’re worried that Quill didn’t knock you up, but those fears are quickly put to rest one otherwise uneventful night, as the two of you silently share a meal together.
>Midway through eating, your stomach does a few somersaults, and you nervously clutch a hoof to your belly.
>”You okay, Red?”
>You respond by launching out of your chair and galloping to the bathroom, where you quickly throw up the contents of your stomach.
>After clinging to the toilet and wallowing in self-pity for a few moments after the bout of nausea subsides, you wash the horrible taste out of your mouth and return to the table, where Quill is sitting, clearly nervous.
>”Are you feeling okay?”
“No, I think I’m fine now. It came out of nowhere, really.”
>”It certainly did.”
>You look down to your belly again, only this time it isn’t because of nausea-fueled surprise.
>You’re remembering the last time you had bouts of nausea like this; more specifically, what caused it.
“Quill?”
>”Yeah?”
“I think I might be pregnant again."

>>30189339
>He pauses for a moment before getting out of his chair, trotting over to you, and wrapping you in a loving embrace.
>”That’s wonderful.”
>You savor his touch for a few moments before you stammer out a response.
“I mean, I don’t know for sure, so we probably shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves, but–”
>He cuts you off with a kiss, and when he pulls away from you, the look he gives you as he gazes into your eyes is one of pure adoration.
>”If it isn’t, we’ll keep trying. If it is, then I can’t wait to see our foal.”
>Our foal.
>Each time he says it, no matter how often it’s become now that he usually asks about Topaz and Tempest as soon as he walks through the door in the evening, makes your heart swell.
>You’re going to have another foal together.
>Well, you might.
>At least that’s what you’re trying to remind yourself, even though some part of you knows that you’re pregnant again.
>And you’re more than willing to trust your instincts on this one.
>The rest of the night goes by as usual, albeit with much more excitement in the air.
>After dinner, you spend a few hours relaxing together in the living room, curled against each other and sneaking in kisses as much as you possibly can.
>Quill’s the first to get up, inserting the bookmark in the book he was reading and stretching a little.
>”I think I’m about ready to go to sleep.”
“I’m right behind you.”
>You hear Quill’s hoofsteps disappear into the hallway, and you flick off the lights and follow him.
>And when you make your usual before-bed stop in the foals’ room, you find Quill leaning into Tempest’s crib, giggling like a schoolfilly.

>>30189348
“What’s so funny?”
>”She’s trying to grab onto my mane. Come look at this!”
>You sidle up to Quill, peering into the crib at the adorable little filly currently sitting on her pink blanket, forehooves stretched out as far as they can go to try and grab onto your coltfriend’s mane.
>Once she realizes her hooves won’t reach far enough, she starts stretching her body and buzzing her wings in a desperate attempt to make contact with a lock of his hair.
>At this point, both you and Quick Quill are laughing like mad, and as your body shakes from the laughter, a lock of your own much longer crimson hair falls into Tempest’s sights.
>Almost cheering, she abandons her quest to reach Quill’s hair and settles for wrapping her hooves around some of yours.
>You gently pick her up, making sure she doesn’t lose her grip on your hair, and hold her in your forehooves, cooing over her as she starts to gum on the hair she’s holding between her forelegs.
>Beside you, Quill picks up Topaz, who’s been sitting at the edge of his crib and waiting patiently for one of you to give him a little attention, and cradles him in his forelegs, playing with him like you’re playing with Tempest.
>Carefully, you take a few steps back and settle down in a plush chair against one of the yellow walls, and Quill plops down in the other chair right next to you.
>”Wanna trade?”
“Sure.”
>You softly pry Tempest away from your hair, and she’s very upset with you, at least until she finds her way into Quill’s doting hooves.
>He passes you the much calmer Topaz, who locks eyes with you and smiles as you gently rock him back and forth.
>It doesn’t take long before he falls asleep in your hooves, and you gingerly step over to his crib and set him down, draping his blanket over him and stepping back.

>>30189359
“Is Tempest asleep?”
>The filly herself decides to answer you with a loud giggle.
>”What do you think?”
“Figures. She never wants to sleep any when we’re around.”
>”I’m trying to calm her down, but it isn’t really working.”
>Tempest giggles again, apparently enthralled with Quick Quill’s muzzle.
“Let me have a go at it.”
>You sit down again and Quill passes the still-giggling pegasus filly over to you.
>She squirms a little in your grip, but you’re used to that by now.
>You start to rock her like you rocked Topaz, all the while cooing softly.
>It doesn’t take long for her to succumb to your nurturing and drift off, and you lay her in her crib and drape her pink blanket over her, which she begins to gum in her sleep.
>You step back from the cribs and suddenly feel the familiar weight of a stallion wrapping his hooves around you and pulling you in for a kiss.
>When Quill breaks it, he’s quick to whisper his usual expressions of adoration into your ear.
>”You’re an amazing mother, you know that?”
“And you’re an amazing father.”
>He leads you out of the room and softly closes the door to the nursery before pulling you up on your hind legs and twirling you around in the hallway.
>You laugh as you spin around in his grip before he pulls you back into a loving embrace, with his muzzle pressed against yours.
>”And soon you’re gonna be an amazing mother to one more beautiful little foal.”
“All thanks to you.”
>He closes his eyes and closes the short gap between your lips, giving you a quick but deep kiss.
>”I love you so much.”
“And I love you too.”
>He gets back down on all fours, releasing you from his grip, and you start to take a step towards your bedroom before you feel your hooves being lifted off the ground.
>Before you know it, you’re draped across Quill’s back, laughing as you feel him start to move.

>>30189369
“Quill, what are you doing?”
>Wordlessly, he deposits you right on the center of the bed, jumping up and leaning in for a deep kiss right afterwards.
>Soon, he’s on top of you and kissing and nipping at your neck and your belly, with one hoof tracing circles around your puffy teats.
“Quill~”
>”Yeah?”
>You laugh.
“What’s the occasion?”
>He leans in close to you until he’s practically straddling you, with all four hooves planted on either side of you and his muzzle inches from yours.
>”I’m just showing my mare a little love and affection, that’s all.”
>”That’s all, huh?”
>He answers you with a kiss, which you draw out by wrapping your hooves around his head and pressing his muzzle into yours when he pulled away.
>Then, when you go to take a breath, it’s his turn to pull you back in.
>The two of you keep the kiss going for what feels like hours before you both pull back, gasping for breath.
>”You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“You tell me every day.”
>”And I’ll never stop.”
>You laugh a little and go in for another kiss, which he happily returns.
>His hooves travel up and down your body, roaming everywhere from the fluff on your neck all the way down to your eager lower lips.
>As his hooves continue to travel downwards, you let out a few moans and press yourself against his fur as his tongue presses into your mouth.
>When he breaks the kiss, you try your hardest to keep him close to you, and he rewards your affection with a quick rub against your dripping cunt.
>You let out a moan and grind against his hoof before he pulls it away, leaving you panting and horny.
>”Eager, aren’t we?”
“Quill, please~”
>”Please what?”
“Fuck me~”
>He grins.
>”I was actually thinking of something a little different tonight.”

>>30189375
>Quill gives you a quick kiss right on the tip of your muzzle, which he follows up with a few nips on your neck.
>He travels down your body, leaving small kisses and nips along the way, and by the time he reaches your goods, you’re a moaning, panting mess.
>When his tongue makes contact with one of your puffy pink nipples you let out a gasp and squirm on the bed, which he takes as an invitation to take the whole thing in his mouth and start gently sucking.
>The combination of his mouth on one teat, his hoof on another, and his other hoof teasing your folds only builds the growing fire inside you, and he keeps at it for just long enough to leave you weak-kneed.
>You can’t imagine being any hornier.
>Until you feel his broad, flat tongue slowly travel up your nethers.
>You let out a mixture of a gasp and a moan, and you feel his tongue dive between your lower lips.
“Ohhh, Quill~”
>The feeling of his tongue probing your inner walls and searching for any sensitive spots makes you cover your mouth with your hooves to keep from moaning with every lick.
>Once he notices, he stops, and you let out a whine before you feel him lifting your forehooves off your muzzle and spreading them out on the bed.
>”I want to hear you scream my name tonight.”

>>30189385
>He gives you a quick kiss before diving back into your eager pussy, and you let out a loud cry as he starts playing with every single sensitive spot he finds.
>He keeps eating you out as the pleasure builds, until he finds the spot to end all spots.
>As soon as he runs his tongue along it, you let out another loud, throaty moan as he pushes you over the edge and brings you to a world-shattering climax
>Your walls clench around his tongue and he dives in deeper for one last taste to draw out your orgasm even farther.
>You barely notice his tongue pull out of your pussy as your orgasm begins to die down, and once it finally subsides, you lay panting for a few moments to catch your breath.
“Fuck, that was amazing. You should do that more often.”
>”Anything for you, beautiful.”
>He leans in for a kiss, and you gladly reciprocate it.
>Although part of you wants to keep going, one look at Quill’s weary face as he slides under the covers ends that line of thinking pretty quickly.
>You hop into bed with him and press your back against the soft fur of his belly, and he wraps his forelegs around you and peppers the back of your mane with gentle kisses.
>It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his warm, loving embrace.
And that's it for now. Hopefully I don't take so long to get my shit together and update again. As usual, the pastebin is updated. Link is https://pastebin.com/AQbzcGn0

>>30189394
glad to see more of this

Mares deserve stallions who make them scream

>>30189394
when will Quill learn he's really fucking a NEET

>>30190073
I do not want to be a clay pony

>>30187151
I want to be a pretty ballerina pony

>>30187955
A lot of I and me and my switching to you and your and such. Might wanna edit it to a consistent perspective.

>>30188972
I edited a caption

>>30189394
Hope they didn't wake the foals

>>30189394
When will Anon become the foal?

Are we seriously letting an Eris green happen? Wake up people. Don't let this happen.

>>30190538
Stop the autistic screeching anon, nobody gives a fuck.

Also, here's your (You).

>>30190538
Former little mare here, it's hilarious watching you crash and burn, but we seriously can't let an Eris green happen

>30190538 (You)
obvious bait is obvious

>>30190538
>>30190565
There is literally nothing wrong with an Eris green. The writefag isn't an autist like the transplants from /dtfg/ that everyone was complaining about. Then telling other-species tf to fuck off was justified but whining about this guy is pointless.

>>30190572
This

>>30189394
I love this story and am very glad to see it continue.

>>30190572
This.

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>>30191505

>>30190572
baited by the copypasta

>>30191534
There needs to be more panty transformation

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>>30192144
There's enough of it for my tastes.

>>30190572
You are aware one of those implants still write here yes? These other species writers are diluting the thread! This is a place for pony only. Remember when the name of the thread got temporarily changed? Yeah, that failed, because this is a pony thread.

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>>30192874
And good for them. There's plenty of space for everyone's TF stories.

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>>30192874
You're such an obnoxious little cunt. Shut the fuck up.

>>30192963
I fucking love that picture.

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>You become the little pony

>But you are a stallion

you can give lots of Mares little mares, but you can never be the little mare your self.

Is it worth it to be the pony?

>>30192696
>Injured slightly in whatever accident broke the bottle and presumably turned her into a poner, should probably be concerned and panicking.
>Nah just stick a band-aid on and analyse these results.
>Glasses dont fit anymore, but fuck it.
I love the art style, there's probably a pun on the coffee cup too.

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>>30192597
There is hardly enough art
And pitifully little writing

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>>30193118
Yes

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>>30193118
It's still a worthy transformation. Even if there is always that little bit of regret at not being the pretty mare.

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>>30193118
Can I be the cute little trap pone?

>>30193129
There's no time for panicking when there's science (and coffee) to be done.

>>30193118
No, I'd just die at that point.

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Dammit, dtfg is back. I thought we'd steal their drawfag for sure

>>30193409
Honestly why would we? The art's nice but it's just OCs, nothing even resembling or hinting at transformation.

>>30193415
I mean, they'd adapt for the new thread, you know? They write for a transformation thread so they at least like the idea. And besides, who wouldn't want art of the oc ponies our greens made?

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>>30193138
Magic panties that turn the wearer into a pony when worn, at the downside of making pony sex impossible.

>>30193504
Put the panties over your head, problem solved

>>30191119
>Implying Twiggles wouldn't make a filly brothel

Inanimate tf is very degenerate. Please remove yourselves.

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>>30193562

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>>30193578
Delet this

Inanimate tf is very good. Please post more.

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>>30193606
There's no point becoming the little pony if you can't frolick and fornicate as appropriate.

>>30193606
I hope you become a diaper

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>>30191919

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>>30193677
>tfw there are actually more diaper tf images on derpibooru than panty tf

>>30191999
>baited, when we literally nearly had the thread tear itself apart the last time this shit happened

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>>30193528
That'll only make things worse.

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>>30193118
>>30193183
>>30193252
>He doesnt want to be the stallion that pumps his chosen mare full of baby batter every season.
>He doesnt want to celebrate with her when the pregnancy is confirmed.
>He doesnt want to take care of her through this emotional time.
>He doesnt want to be right by his mare's side as she brings his children into the world.
>He doesnt want to be the loving father that guides and protects his little fillies and colts so they grow up to become the best ponies they can be.
Though i'd trade my humanity for hooves in a heartbeat, the desire, role and responsibility of fatherhood is something i'll aspire towards until i'm old and wrinkled.

Too bad i'm an autist and most women i've met are either whores, family members, taken or old enough to be my granny.

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>>30193528
>you still become the little mare
>but you still transform so that the mare is wearing three panties normally
>your face becomes the mares pussy
>your dick now in full control
dick is smart enough to just peal the panties to the side to allow stallions access

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All little mares deserve public milking

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>>30194330
I wish to cuddle, spoon and boop my little mare, though she must also be a fellow transformee.

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>>30194764
I wish to cuddle, spoon and boop humans as they become the little mare

I want to help them accept their new life and show them the joy of being bred by a stallion

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For the guy who wanted to see this done for the longest time.
Saffron Masala TF/TG

>>30195310
That's lovely. Thanks so much.

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>Finally get around to reading the "Pandemic" fic that was mentioned here.
>Every sneeze, cough and headache now has me paranoid.
You bastards did this to me, i can tell i'm taking this to the grave.

>>30194330
Fucking disgusting. Like I said, I'd rather die.

>>30195310
Who wouldn't want to be the spicy mare with the tail ring?

>>30195638
Bad news, Anon. You're immune.

>>30195845
Fuck you i want my hooves dont deny me this, flu and hayfever combined is the fucking worst.

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I regrt nothing.

>>30197094
But maybe you should

>>30197094
it is best you be as specific as possible when requesting a transformation

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>>30197737
Fortunately Twilight has some sense of what is and is not a good TF.

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>>30195882
You may be in luck. Hay fever is for horses.

>>30194991
Pony transformation adaptation counsellor would be a good job.

>>30170641
>Dombrus

At least you have decent taste in artists OP

>>30196788
The protagonists in our stories usually show remarkable resilience in keeping their sanity when turned into the little pony.

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>>30193528

>>30194605
My god, what have you done?

>>30199005
>turn into a pony during a highly stressful period of your life
>mind snaps and you start making horse noises despite being fully capable of english.
>not even actual noises, just "neigh" or "whinny"

>>30199956
Poor guy. Pony cuddles would have been great stress relief for him if he hadn't lost it.

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>>30200383
>>30199956
>Doctor, it appears our serious trauma case is not responding well to standard treatments.
>Standard cuddle sessions have left multiple staff with briuses after attempts to approach the subject have been met with bites or bucks moments after starting.
>On the other hoof, restrained cuddling is met with such severe panic from the subject that the nurses themselves have been prescribed small sessions, we suspect latent Claustrophia compounded by severe Cleithrophobia, likely a result of their transformation experience.
>From what our specialist can gather from their dreams, the subject's íppeiomorphic event triggered as they were driving a self moving cart, the wreckage of which has been confiscated for study by the [Magically Redacted].
>As their transformation rapidly progressed, their new limbs became stuck within the steering device of their vehicle as they panicked, resulting in a loss of control and subsequent crash prior to equestrian translocation.
>Luckily, an embedded airbag successfully cushioned the subjects impact, likely to have been what prevented them from great injury.
>Their safety harness was by this point restraining the subjects oxygen supply their own flailing from the transformation process, diminished size and crash resulting in what their rescuer described as "A very unamusing pinata."
>Unfortunately, said rescuer arrived before the subject completely lost consciousness, and we believe their method of rescue, which we are assured was intended to "lighten the mood", was actually in fact the point where our subjects already strained mental state simply could not process the situation and created a second identity based on their worlds version of Equine.
>Discord has since given multiple apologies and several offers to 'help' the subject, despite his own admitance that said help would only worsen the subjects condition "but at least he'd be happy, the guy's more of a buzz kill than a 10k bug zapper."

>>30200730
Discord would make a great doctor for his bedside manner alone, not to mention the innovative treatments.

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>>30200730
>We have been assured, again, that his apologies and offers are sincere and that he is 'trying'.
>Short of accepting Discord's 'help', we feel the only remaining way to help the subject without excessive trauma is for one pony to gain their trust over a period of time before administering standard CT.
>Due to the time and focus required on the part of the nurse, they will require an extended leave of absence from regular duties, it appears the subject becomes quite skittish upon smelling other patients or a recently sterilised pony.
>Fortuntately, so long as the subject does not feel trapped in any way, they are remarkably placid and friendly, resulting in a number of staff willing to help the subject with this special treatment.
>Staff were refreshed on the boundaries of patient-nurse relationships following the large amount of volunteers, one member who shall not be named commenting "Duh, that's why we want to help him. He seems like a sweet guy behind all the horsey noises and the biting and the bucking and we cant date him while he's 'out to graze', so-to-speak."
>She has since been reprimanded for making light of the subjects condition, despite numerous noises of agreement from the rest of the volunteers.
>Due to this potential conflict of interest along with special training being unneeded for this unique case, you may feel it best if we open the pool of volunteers to ponyville at large, i've gathered a list of ponies whose temperment would be suited towards helping our poor Anonymous friend.

And there's an extended prompt for people to chew on, enjoy.

I want to be a pony's pet pony

I want to be a pet pony's abusive pony master.

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I want to be the loving master who coddles my former writefag pet ponies

>>30200891
I wish to help the new little pony.

>>30201076
I want to publicly spank little mares until they orgasm

>>30201076
Please give the writefags back. We need them here.

>>30201475
>>30201076
>Writefags will never organise shifts between themselves and master to work out an effcient schedule for cuddles and writing.

>>30201076
>ywn BBRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPP Wallmixer

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Come up with a TF story to fit this image.

>>30201686
Celestia has an /ss/ fetish

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Swap the ponies' minds around. And swap yourself into one of them while you're at it.

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>>30202162
I want to be Glim Glam

>>30202162
That could be interesting, espicaly if you bring in the mane 6's family members

Having Anon swapped into say Candace , with Shining Armor in somepony else's body could be interesting

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Alycornanon, are you still out there?

>>30202666
jesus christ that face

>>30202661
Worth case scenario, you end up as Zephyr Breeze.

>>30202751
>you end up as Zephyr
Fuck yeah!

>you end up as Zephyr Breeze
Fuck!

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I want to be a little mare and wear the edgiest possible outfits

Should we officially declare Gumo dead? I really wanted to see the continuation of Lexi's story, almost as much as I wanted to see the Celestia one begin. He hasn't written anything here in a very long time. My only Glimmer™ of hope comes from him recently updating a story in the dragon thread.

>>30203410
We've had other write fags be down for longer and still come back, Ranger has gone several months with out posting any thing in the past and Zephyr had a pretty big hiatus in it.

tl;dr no

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>>30201460
>almost dead from spanking
>still no orgasm

I want to catch ponitus and have a big stallion breed me. I want to be plump with foals

>>30203410
Hey, it's Gumo here. I lost all steam for both the Celestia and Lexi story, a lot of factors ranging from me not liking some choice I made, having a long period without being able to write properly, and other things. I might return to them one day, but honestly, I think it's best I just start fresh...

Which is why I stared Heiress of Chaos without my name on! Sorry if it's not what you wanted from me, but here's my next update for it, fresh off the presses:

>Your music has stopped playing.
>All you can hear right now is that voice.
>”Just looking at your work tonight tells me you’ve got some interesting hobbies!”
>It’s hard to tell if they’re being sincere or sarcastic.
>Regardless, it’s safe to say they’re enjoying this.
>”However, all that zeal doesn’t mean anything if you can’t back it up, and being honest, you’re sloppy!”
>The view you see right now is an upside down image of the fire you caused.
>Seeing it suspended in time like a photograph is sort of a mixed bag the more you think about it.
>On the one hand, it’s incredible to think you caused this, that you were able to have such an impact.
>But on the other, you weren’t out to ruin lives, just to mess up some stupid deer.
>The voice chuckles a bit as you slowly rotate to face upwards.
>”That conflict you’re feeling right now, it’s probably the most interesting thing you could have possible showed!”
>The corners of your vision are starting to darken, the scene in front of you beginning to warp into the darkness.
>”I’m dying to know, are you really as chaotic as you think you are?”
>That question rings in your head as your vision fully blots out into darkness.
>You see nothing, everything is cloaked in black.
>And before long, your mind itself is swirling in that abyss as well as you lose consciousness.

>>30204448
>When you come to, you’re leaned against some sort of podium.
>Bright stage lights come to life with a click, flooding the area in blinding light.
>It takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust and actually see the area around you.
>There’s a big colorful board covered in neon lights and segmented into tiles in the center of the room.
>At least, you assume you’re in some room.
>You honestly can’t see any doors or windows, everything beyond your vision melts into inky black.
>In front of you are rows of seats, sort of like what you’d see in a small theater.
>Every seat seems to be empty however, not another soul in sight.
>”Oh my Anon, it seems that we couldn’t scrape together a studio audience in time! No matter, I’m sure we can just fake it!” says the voice from earlier.
>Eager cheers ring out from nowhere, like some sort of pre recorded soundbyte.
>”Ah, much better! Now I think we can begin in three… two…”
>In an instant the podium across from you is developed in a cloud of smoke.
>As it dissipates, a strange looking creature appears.
>It looks like a hodgepodge of several species, talons, fur, claws, horns, all sort of mashed together without any semblance of order.
>”One! And we’re on! Welcome to everyone’s favorite show: ‘Are You As Chaotic As a Draconequus?’!”

>>30204453
>You stare at the thing, unable to form any coherent response.
>It frowns, squinting at you a bit.
>”What’s wrong Anon? Not a fan of the name? I’ll admit, it probably could be more concise…”
“Y-you’re a… a…”
>”A Draconequus! I know! But please, call me Discord~”
>He bows a bit, before turning to the imaginary crowd.
>”Today on the show we have Anon, a troublemaker with a taste for music and a penchant for destruction! But, are they up to snuff? Can they win the grand prize? Let’s find out!”
>The lights on the board begin lighting up, loud gaudy music blaring alongside more fake crowd noises.
>Flinching a bit, you look at the board again.
>It’s… Jeopardy?
>Sure enough, there are categories across the top with each column having monetary values.
>These categories include: “Would You Rather?”, “Greatest Hits”, “The Buck Job”, and others.
>”I’m sure you’re familiar with the rules Anon?”
“Y-yeah. But… aren’t I supposed to have opponents?”
>Discord shrugs the question off, not even really giving you an answer.
>”Go on ahead and pick a category!”
>This is probably some weird dream, or a near death hallucination, or something.
>No harm in playing along, right?
“Would you Rather for a 100?”

>>30204462
>The question pops up on the board, taking up the whole screen.
>”Would you rather be given a hundred dollars, or steal a hundred dollars?”
“I mean… stealing it has more risk involved, it feels more like you’ve done something for it… you know?”
>Despite the zeal you have when committing your little crimes, when it comes to justifying them things get hard.
>There really isn’t a justification, you just want to do it!
>”Next!” orders Discord.
>You go to ask for a category, but he’s already put a question up for you.
>”Was the Buck Job tonight a success?”
“I guess… I did probably mess up the buck…”
>Discord sighs a bit, changing to the next question.
>”When you wake up in the morning, do you really feel content with your life?”
>This doesn’t even feel on topic.
>”May I suggest you focus less on justification and more on straight answers Anon? Unless… you /need/ to justify yourself?”
>You don’t.
>You really don’t.
>Never have you tried justifying what you do to yourself.
>Why start justifying things to some weird dream monster?
“No, I’m not satisfied with my life.”
>”Why?” probes Discord.
“Because I’m not.”

>>30204465
>From there on, the questions are rapid fire.
>You just don’t even think about them.
>What comes to mind is what you say, and that’s that.
>Stuff about your childhood, your thoughts, everything tonight, they just fly by.
>Time itself seems to lose meaning while you’re answering.
>”Do you feel like you’re a bad person?”
“Is a fish bad for swimming?”
>”Is it the monetary gains or the suffering that you like?”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
>And on and on and on.
>After a while, the board is empty.
>”Very interesting! This has been quite the game Anon! But… we do have one last question, it’s a real doozy!”
“I’m ready.”
>You’re hardly even nervous anymore, you’re in the zone right now.
>The final question shows up on the board.
>”If you could live your life by chaos alone, would you?”
>The word is already forming in your mouth by the time you’ve finished reading it.
>It’s so simple, possibly the easiest question all night.
“Absolutely.”

>>30204474
>Streamers and cheers erupt all around you.
>”You’ve done it Anon! You’ve won!” Discord cheers, clapping eagerly.
>Despite you only playing to Discord right now, you can’t help but feel a little proud.
>”Well… That statement isn’t quite true anymore…”
“Pardon?”
>”Don’t get me wrong, you’ve most definitely won! But… you’re not really Anon anymore!”
>What does that mean?
>Some kind of rebirth metaphor?
>”No, no, you’re going to be Eris from now on! Yeah, Eris!”
>You scoff a little at hearing that.
>”I get it, you aren’t convinced yet, but that’s because you haven’t gotten your prize Eris!”
“And that is?”
>”Why, if you’re as chaotic as a Draconequus, you get to /be/ a Draconequus!”

>>30204480
>Before you can even respond, a large mirror lands in front of you.
>Moving behind you, Discord grabs your arms, holding them out in a t pose.
>Unable to move, all you can do is watch as strange things appear in the mirror.
>One of your arms is feeling slightly harder, your muscles locking up as the skin hardens and yellows.
>Wincing a bit, you watch as it shifts into some strange talon.
>”Hope you don’t mind, but four fingers is far more fashionable than five!”
>You’d probably reply if you weren’t gritting your teeth, it feels like your whole arm is on fire right now.
>Brown hairs are sprouting rapidly from the skin that hadn’t already changed, going from strands to clumps to full on patches.
>Your other arm isn’t safe either, it however is growing a pale yellow fur.
>Bones crack in ways they no doubt were never meant to move as your hand remoulds itself, slowly becoming less of a hand and more of a paw.
“F-fuck!” you grunt.
>If it weren’t for your muscles seizing up right now, you’d probably be writhing on the ground in agony.
>Both arms fully changed, you notice the hairs beginning to spread over your chest.
>Your heart is beating a mile a minute, sharp pangs stabbing from within with each pump.
>”Oh Eris, I forgot to say, this change can hurt a good bit. I’ve heard the pain is maddening!”
>Now he fucking tells you!
>”Although, I suppose I can knock you out for the unpleasant parts, the noise the body stretching makes is horrifying! Consider this a welcoming present, my protege~”


And that's all I've got for tonight. I'll try to have the pastebin up soon. Be sure to tell me what you think.

>>30204485
Great stuff.

>>30204448
Does it look like we care? No offense, but letting a slight hiccup end Lexi is retarded. We haven't even gotten our lewd yet! And for an Eris green? Come on, save that garbage for the dragon thread where it belongs. Give us pony, give us lewd, give us Lexi.

>>30204485
Good work man. We could use some diversity.

I know how you feel, I've been having a hard time getting back into my own stories. As someone with a lot of unfinished stories, don't worry about it and write what ever you feel inspired to write .

You write good shit, don't let any one else tell you otherwise.

>>30204627
I agree it's good writing, but its not what we want. Lexi had so much promise!

>>30204691
Speak for yourself. Lexi was great but if he's not feeling able to continue then you need to accept that.

>>30204485
Keep going!

>>30204480
Fun game show, and what a prize.

>>30204485
I am enjoying how your Discord speaks

>>30204387
This is some dark magic.

>>30204439
>you will never be diagnosed with acute poneitis.

>>30204937
Really? One of my biggest worries is that I'm botching a canon character, so it's nice knowing you like it.

>>30206065
You wrote Lexi better. So write that.

>>30206651
Quit whining. Lexi was a good story but If he's not feeling it you just have to accept that. Maybe someone else can take up the prompt it was based on.
Meanwhile the new story looks highly promising.