Pony Transformation General

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More Caged when?

CUDDLY DOOM
Chapter 2 (completed as of >>30211298) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/JLKmpgrv
Chapter 3 (starting today) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/r3bvSkey

>Even after a couple years with the force, it’d never really dawned on me that the static on each radio channel had its own unique pitch
>With a curious mix of agitation and boredom, my partner stared at his fingers curled over the scanner, one to a button, clicking sporadically between each uninteresting bout
>Mentally keeping score, it seemed that the din emitted by Channel 1 was the highest pitch, with the others descending in some random scheme
>Click… buzzzzz… click… buzz… click…
>I took a sip from my coffee and returned it to the cruiser’s sole cupholder
“You know, with all your button-pressing aptitude I figure you’re not too old to start a career in EDM, get yourself a Launchpad… You even seen the Madeon Pop Culture video?”
>He paused, straightened up, and shot me a nonplussed look as a hum of static – Channel 4, from the sound of things – filled the car
>“Son, I’ve no idea what any of those words mean. Why would a guy like me know what madeon pop music is?”
“Damn, just trying to make conversation is all”
>“Okay, then, stop tryin’, and let me listen to dispatch. Usually these early morning shifts are quiet but you can’t ‘ave any reasonable expectations about Fridays”
“Fair enough; damned if I’d know, after all”
>At least, under normal circumstances I wouldn’t – I shouldn’t – considering my work shifts ended at the stroke of midnight
>Nonetheless, on many nights I jumped cars and my essential equipment & belt were limply piled on the floor of my pal’s cruiser by 12:01

>>30241079
>Calling him a ‘pal’ may have been a stretch for someone twenty years my senior, but he’s never shooed me away despite my intermittent sarcasm and weapons-grade puns
>Beneath the grizzled stare and muscle was a good, genuine guy who appreciated that the newbie took time out to keep him company during a couple early hours of the morning
>What was I supposed to do though, go home and sleep?
>Not when the cruiser’s interior was larger than my cramped studio apartment – and even the rent for THAT place was tight on the first of each month
“Any interesting action on the graveyard shift yesterday? Had prior plans, so I couldn’t keep ya company”
>“Nothin’ much around ‘ere – must’ve been a giant mess on the more distant channels though; the big city guys were callin’ in one thing after another, rapid fire”
>“One wouldn’t usually expect that kind of thing BEFORE the weekend – might be ‘Thirsty Thursday’ for some folks”
>He chuckled gruffly to himself before continuing
>“Hmph, seems they got it all sorted though; by like ten this morning, I ‘ear the channel was quiet as could be…”
>“Kind of nice – usually they at least ring us if there’s a carjacking or somethin’, but it was totally calm, not a single call”
>“The bastards were probably ashamed to realize they’d been hoggin’ the airwaves earlier”
>Briefly pausing, he drummed his fingers on the dashboard before returning them to their native domain on the radio’s buttons
>He was about to initiate another cycle of clicking through channels before the static fell away, momentarily replaced by silence until a rough voice cut through the air
>“…responding to site of break-in and burglary, cross streets of Hamilton and North Main, requesting support, one unit…”

>>30241086
>Hot damn! Something to investigate for a change!
>It sure beat the monotony of sitting in a speed trap for hours just to scold soccer moms and sixty-somethings about something they’ve already furtively known for decades!
>My partner broke off his staring contest with the scanner just long enough for me to catch his excitedly elevated eyebrows and smirk in the dim glow of the interior light
>Before his hand could reach to activate the microphone, however, a series of quick tones over the channel announced that his moment’s hesitation had been his demise
>I could practically see the exact moment his heart broke as a woman’s voice chimed in over the radio
>“This is Crime Scene Investigation Unit One responding; we’ll take care of it. Five minutes out, over”
>The dames beat us to the punch, and not for the first time
>“Thanks CSI One; we were hoping to get a hold of you. Neighbors called it in after coming across the scene. Doesn’t seem as though anything was stolen at first glance”
>“Money and electronics left untouched out in the open. Haven’t been able to get in contact with the tenant or several of his neighbors; we might be looking at several missing persons”
>“A few large, brightly colored orange and purple feathers were found in the hallway and apartment entryway, the largest maybe a foot long”
>“Didn’t seem like they belonged to a parrot – landlord stated he doesn’t allow birds all the same; we’re not sure what to make of them”
>“Be advised, investigate them with gloves; a neighbor handling them complained of hand cramping - could be contaminated with some active chemicals, over”
>“Understood, we’ll see when we get there, over”

>>30241094
>With a rapidly consuming air of finality, the scanner returned to its playlist of the town’s finest static as my partner smacked the steering wheel and slumped dejectedly back in his seat
>On the other hand, I was personally finding it difficult to relax; something simply wasn’t sitting right with me…
>“Damn it all! For once something’s happening on the scanner… We would’ve been fuckin’ great responding to that call – you in particular, son…”
>Orange and purple feathers…
>“I get that you’re off the clock right now, but you always ‘ave a knack for seein’ things no one else does”
>Orange and purple feathers…
>“Lately we got everyone else on the force missing things right in front of their eyes, but nothing’s getting by you”
>Orange and purple feathers… THAT’S IT!
“Oh, God, I know exactly what happened to the poor bastards in that apartment!”
“I’ve heard of this before, and it’s the worst fate possible for anyone who’s been taken… they’re simply unlike anyone you or I have ever known or could ever imagine…”
“It’s kidnappers from Baltimore! Think about it, the Orioles baseball mascot has orange feathers, the Ravens football mascot has purple feathers – it can’t just be coincidence!”
>I couldn’t think of a reason why they’d intentionally leave a clue, but there was no other explanation for strange feathers… indoors… not like those – they don’t appear out of thin air
>It must be some sort of calling card! Even if we had to search down miles of highway by this point, the feathers gave us a convoluted lead!

>>30241038
Anyone got good stories of the mane six turning into other cartoon characters?

>>30241101
>My partner’s head slowly creaked to face me, like a robot that ran low on oil half a decade ago
>It was apparent that his eyes weren’t exactly meeting mine, deep in thought as though he was regarding some matter of great importance
>His pursed lips and utterly neutral expression painted a stark contrast to the elation I was feeling in response to the brilliant realization
>“Kidnappers from Baltimore? Baltimore? Tell me, because I know you’re off the clock right now, are you like this when you wear the badge, too?”
>The deliberate, irritated tone in which he asked the question caused my voice to falter
“Y-yes… I guess… I think it makes a l-lot of sense…”
>He nodded almost imperceptibly, his gaze slowly returning to the radio and its dull hum of static
>In its own right, the static was grating for those unused to it, but its general dreariness didn’t prompt you to reconsider your career path…
>The ignition key remained at idle rest, the cruiser’s GPS resolutely fixed on our little corner of the universe next to a small-town intersection
>So much for springing into action…
>The more the silent pause caused me to mull over my assertions, the more I considered whether I’d invented a fantastical conclusion without truly believing it

>>30241114
>I’ve been living in this same damn town for twenty-some-odd years; I really need to spread my wings… Maryland’s beautiful this time of year…
>I settled back in my seat, casting my gaze out across the empty road that stretched into the darkness, made only faintly visible by the lonely glows of a few widely spaced lamps
>A few other garish splashes of color fought for attention – the dim sentinel of a red neon sign, the blinking yellow of a traffic light signaling an absent line of cars to yield
>The buildings lining the street looked about as cold and sullen as the townspeople staring into their windows decades ago, as the news from Vietnam rolled across their cathode ray TVs
>Nothing much was changing before my eyes, and nothing much was going to change…
>Everyone who had gone out with friends for the evening was settling into their warm, comfortable beds at home
>I was stuck here envying them from a lifeless intersection in the middle of nowhere… same as I’d been doing, week in and week out
>“There’s really some imagination ya got there, son. Don’t let it be a problem for things right ‘n front of your eyes getting’ by you”
>My partner said it matter-of-factly, never removing his eyes from the scanner’s latent promise of excitement, willfully ignorant of the dreariness immediately surrounding him
>But as he was finishing speaking, my comprehension and listening abilities stumbled momentarily as a faint click echoed somewhere in the night
>I didn’t think twice about it initially, but as he returned to switching between radio channels, I was uniquely unnerved by the fact that not every click was accompanied by a button
>Click… buzz… clickclack… buzz… clickclack…

>>30241124
>Narrowing my eyes at the gloom of the road, I strained to see anything out of the ordina-
>No… no… I’m seeing things…
>That can’t, cannot be real, no way…
>It looks like a small horse, a small red horse…
>This has to be my imagination acting up… maybe I’m finally losing it after all these years…
>And yet, there it is… standing tall… vaguely silhouetted in the moonlight…
>I’ve seen enough horses in my days to know one when I see one, but never so stocky and… small…
>The horse’s gaze was bearing down on some point of interest in an alley, roughly half a block away; it didn’t seem to pay heed to our cruiser in the slightest
>Ears perking up, an unseen force prompted it to gallop in that direction, swiftly disappearing from view behind a wall
“I’m going to step out for a bit - just want to get a look at something”
>Hastily grabbing for the door handle and pulling, I hoisted myself to my feet, shoes crunching against the derelict asphalt at the road’s edge
>Still distracted and operating primarily on muscle memory, I grabbed the vast majority of my bulky equipment belt still piled on the floor
>Whatever, a flashlight and a service weapon – in case things really, really went south – were all I needed; the rest of the belt was merely along for the ride
>I double checked that those elements were in their expected spots by my side, and with a crisp snap of the belt’s fastener everything fell into place, securely enough
>“What, somethin’ catch your eye out there?”
>Well, his obliviousness obviously meant he’d had his eyes fixed on that damn scanner… best not tell him about the horse; he probably thinks I’m crazy enough as is
“I’m pretty sure it’s nothing – a nifty trick of the light, if anything”
>“Well, be careful and don’t do anything stupid”
“Aw, little ol’ me? Wouldn’t dream of it!”

>>30241133
>I tried to make my sarcasm as cheery as possible, playing up an abruptly good mood with my tone and a crooked smile
>In reality, it was the only way I could’ve justified jogging away without arousing his suspicion – ‘oh, the stupid kid’s just chasing butterflies again’
>I closed the gap to the alley rather quickly, my footsteps echoing hollowly along the barren road for no one to hear
>Pausing briefly at the entrance, I couldn’t bring myself to ignore the faded tears of old grime rolling down the alley’s unfinished brick walls, the horse ominously nowhere to be seen
>I took a few steps in, my flashlight illuminating a narrow white spot in the gaping maw of darkness ahead
>A far call from its Grecian predecessor, the narrow labyrinth before me was lined with dumpsters & abandoned vehicles, and paved by cracked concrete & tough weeds
>The thought crossed my mind to try calling out to the horse, but what good would it have done aside from scare it further away?
>I couldn’t have that happening; I needed to see this thing with my own eyes, or else I damn well would commit myself to seeing a psychiatrist by morning
>Pacing forward cautiously in a straight line, I reasoned that the horse probably ran off in a straight line too, and besides, I wouldn’t get lost following suit
>Around this pair of garbage cans, past that dense thicket of scaffolding, behind this stack of firewood… still no sign of the horse mirage, but I was making progress!

>>30241142
>It’d certainly be easier if there weren’t all these obstacles in the way; by now I probably hadn’t travelled even twenty yards from-
>The entrance… Where the hell was the entrance?
>I just looked back and I could have sworn it was there a moment ago!
>On no, this isn’t good, how big was this city block anyways? I thought this alley prettymuch just connected to the next street over…
>I spun around, desperately scanning for a column of starry sky that wasn’t obscured by a building, only to come up empty-handed
>Okay, okay, panicking wasn’t necessary – pick an alley, follow it, and it either leads out, or it’s a dead end
>Those are the only two outcomes for any path here, and I get infinite chances to alter my choice; this’ll be quick
>There were four paths crisscrossing the alley intersection, none of which bore any tell-tale features of escape
>Having disoriented myself enough to forget the original route of entry, I opted to follow a narrow dirt path, making sure to scuff the earth at its entrance for my future self’s sake
>Twenty yards and a couple of turns later, I came face to face with… a brick wall… It doesn’t get much starker than that as far as confirmations of failure go
>Though slightly irritated, there was consolation in the fact that I had three other options, any of which could be my salvation – what’s behind door number two?
>Proceeding through the slow walk back, my ears caught wind of a strange clamor, and upon returning to the hub, I identified the direction of its source down another pathway
>Advancing cautiously, the racket resolved itself into unmistakable footsteps on hollow metal… but if it wasn’t the horse, who was out at this late hour of the night, in this alley?

>>30241154
>I curiously rounded a corner to see another brick wall, but… nothing else?
>The alley widened into a large, empty courtyard, its patio adorned by only a few untended concrete slabs with cracks winding along their length
>The surrounding buildings cast long shadows, with scattered moonlight struggling to break through
>Sweeping the beam of my flashlight across the lifeless scene, I fruitlessly searched for invisible noisemakers concealed in the inky blackness
>Bricks… wood… dirt… concrete… but not a soul to be seen…
>I had nearly retired to investigate a third path when a bout of sudden noise somewhere above me caused the flashlight to escape my startled grip
>Coordinating with a gasp, my eyes became transfixed on the movement of a figure on a nearby roof, the person’s silhouette stumbling before hastily rolling a few meager feet to the ground
>The man appeared physically unhurt from the fall as he frantically scoured the patio’s shadows on his hands and knees
>Grasping something from the dirt, he rose to his feet, the moonlight glinting off his pair of broken glasses, watch… and the shiny chef’s knife he now wielded
>He spared a glance back at the low rooftop from which he’d just fallen, soon becoming aware of the steep cone of light my flashlight was emitting across the ground
>As the new threat pivoted to face me with a wild, frenzied expression, I subconsciously wrapped my hand around the curves of the holster affixed to my belt

>>30241162
>“I-I-I didn’t see you there! Please, please for the love of God don’t shoot, don’t shoot!”
>Shuddering, he errantly let his knife fall to the ground, hands raised in terrfied submission
>Making an appropriately equivalent exchange with the dirt, I picked up my flashlight to better illuminate the scene
>“Please, you need to get out of here – we both do! Please, start running and warn anyone you can before they get here!”
>I had questions… I had so many questions… but they would have to wait until later; as my flashlight’s beam swept across, I became increasingly unsettled by my surroundings
>Something about the scene was seriously creeping me out, but I couldn’t say exactly what it was
>Maybe it was the way I’d encountered this guy, panicked about pursuers in an otherwise desolate city…
>Maybe it was the way his disheveled clothes looked as though they’d already been through a brawl or two tonight…
>Maybe it was the way his raised arms appeared to be covered in bloody patches, but upon further inspection, the patches were more orange… shinier… and refused to flow…
>With a series of sharp gusts in the wind and an abrupt clammering of hooves on the rooftop, I realized too late that I’d been looking in all the wrong places
>My flashlight only had time to complete half an arc towards the new uproar, my glaze momentarily catching an unmistakably clear glimpse of the smiling red horse on the rooftop

Chapter 3’s here! We’ve got a fresh cast of characters, including a new guy trying his hand as our narrator!
Now it’s just a matter of how long he’ll remain a guy… with hands.
Next update will be released on the evening of Thursday, June 8th. Everyone have a great week!

>>30241169
I'll be waiting with great anticipation.


>a new guy trying his hand as our narrator
>hand
How long's that gonna last?

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>>30241169
I would kill myself the second I saw a man/woman turning into a multi-colored horse via snuggles from a mindless zombie pone.

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>>30241104
That's not really what we're about here, but have this silly picture for your troubles.

>>30241284
>tfw Rainbow Griffin now has the ability to transform other ponies into Peter Griffin look-alikes by touching/burping/farting on them

>>30241248
They're not zombies, just very determined.

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>Anon wakes up in Equestria
>The first thing he does is accidentally mess with magic and become the little mare
>Anon must now live the life of a little mare on the run as Princess Autism looks for a giant NEET ape

>>30241759
I would unironically kill myself

>>30242131
I still think it would make a great story just for how horrifying the idea would be.

>>30242113
For a moment I thought that said
>Anon wakes up as Equestria
Transformation into the entire kingdom would be quite a challenge.

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>>30240053

I wish to see eris turn humans into ponies

>>30241248
Kill your (human) self via snuggles, right?
Dont be selfish to your inner poner anon, you dont want murder on your hands do you?

>>30242514
>Anon is now Equestria.
>Earth ponies are connected to the land.
>They collectively influence him, while he influences each of them.
>Anon gains an appreciation for hard work, family and growing shit.
>Every earth pony spontainiously starts using "faggot"and "---fag" to describe other ponies.
>Earth ponies season hits them three times as hard, the crystal empire being the most heavily effected.
>The city wide orgy spearheaded by cadence and a heavily dehydrated shining armor resulted in the crystal heart synchronising with their emotions.
>The land itself seemed to shudder as a stream of white-pinkish light arced high into the air before quickly radiating over the entirety of equestria.
>Many a foal was scarred that day, although one quick-thinking colt with a camera set himself for life with the footage he gathered of what came to be known as the Crystal climax.

>>30242832
>The resulting earthquake was devastating.

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>>30241169
>"before they get here!”
>Not "before IT get's here"
>They're in a dead end courtyard surrounded by rooftops.
Cuddle pile imminent.

>>30241169
I just got started on your series and I gotta say you did a good fucking job of spooking the hell out of me. Mental tf is really hard to pull off well and you knocked it out of the park anon.

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>>30242808
Ba-ding!

To clarify this is back before they got rescued, some of you seemed confused on that point

>>30237096
>I awaken to the sound of the cage door sliding open
“Out”
>I back out of the cage, my legs protesting the movement after a night in the cramped metal box
>The harsh artificial light stings my eyes as I turn to face my captor
“Good, this may be over for you soon. We’re going to go see Dr. Phisher and you’re going to be a good lil’ lab rat. If you aren’t I’ll lock you back up and leave the collar on overnight, that ought to straighten you out”
>He taps my flank with his boot
“Got it?”
>I nod frantically
“Good, now prance to Dr. Phisher’s office”

>>30244831
>My attempt to walk is promptly interrupted by a blast from the whistle, followed by the shock
“I said prance, hooves high! Come on prance!”
>I lift my feet up higher, the exaggerated motions tormenting my atrophied limbs
>Every time I fell behind, or attempted to walk normally I was penalized by another blast from the whistle
>By the time we reached the office my legs felt like they were about to fall off
>A rotund man in his forties sat at a desk
>He completely ignores me and focuses on my handler
>”So how has the conditioning gone?”
“Better than I expected, the subject has obeyed simple orders without encouragement, more taxing directions where corrected with a simple whistle blow”
>”So the conditioning worked? The whistle is all that’s needed?”
>The handler beams with pride
“That’s right, a blast from the whistle is enough to get a reaction out of the subject. We should be able to apply the same technique to the rest of them”
>”Show me”
>My handler lifts the whistle to his lips and blows
>I yelp in pain and fall sprawling on the floor
>The doctor begins to chuckle
>”Yes, that will do it. You’re clear to use your technique on the others, dismissed”
>My handler orders me back to the kennels
>thankfully he doesn’t seem intent on making me prance back
>We arrive back and he pulls that damnable collar off me before locking me back in my cage next to Moonglow
>Once I’m locked back up he turns his attention to Moonglow
>A small pleading nicker falls on deaf ears as he pulls Moonglow out of the cage next to me
>He leaves me with one last blare of the whistle, sending me tossing about in my cage
>Without Moonglow to comfort me I curl into a ball and cry myself to sleep

And that does it for this experiment, I'm going to rework the lab section of behind the wire and add a few things that I never got around to
A Nick update is probably next, followed by more Sick Day
Lavender is not going to get an update soon

Text me

>>30244691
Very nice.

>>30244854
number?

>>30244849
Those poor ponies

>>30242976
And soon they will love it.

>>30243876
I'll take eight.

>>30244691
Who needs thumbs.

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Wake up, ponies.

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>>30248219
This.

>>30248257
I can think of better things to do as an aroused horse.

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>>30248315
Better?

>>30248469
That's no way to transform into the pregnant mare.

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>>30248705
Better?

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>>30248917
7/10 seen before.

>>30248985
A déjà vu is usually a glitch in the matrix. It happens when they change someone into a pony.

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How does one go about becoming the little pet stallion?

>>30249742
You don't. No-one wants to be a stallion and no-one wants a stallion for a pet.

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>>30249742
Step 1: Make noose
Step 2: Attach the noose end so it is 2 heads above your current standing point to a sturdy object preferably the ceiling.
Step 3: Find a chair or similar object.
Step 4: Climb atop chair
Step 5: Insert head in noose
Step 6: Think about the horse you wish to become.
Step 7: Kick chair out from beneath you while head is still in noose.
Step 8: Live life with new horse cock.

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Whoso Pulleth Out This Unicorn's Horn of this Stump, Shall Be Princess of all Equestria.

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>>30250117
I shall be the one who welds the horse pussy

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>>30250164
I shall follow you into battle!

Use the plot Lord of Horse Pussy!

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>>30250164
>I shall be the one who welds the horse pussy
>welds
A team of Anons builds a robotic pony chassis. One Anon forms the secret plan to transfer his consciousness into it and eagerly volunteers for the job of making sure its genitals are up to standard.

>Two friends apply to immigrate to Equestria.
>Obviously this involves being transformed into a member of the native species.
>They are accepted. Their species assigned are pony and dragon.
>Dragon-guy is ecstatic, gloating about the superiority of dragon hands over hooves to his friend.
>Upon arrival he is dismayed to have become a handless wyvern, whereas pony-guy becomes a unicorn and adapts readily to handlessness.

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>>30250681
That's what he gets for gloating, and for thinking that ponies aren't the superior race

>>30244849
Moonglow making rough, totally consensual love to all the scientist when

>>30251143
I don't see why the scientists should be rewarded like that.

Remember to post more. Discuss content and ideas.

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>>30251334
I want to cum inside Human Anon turned Pony Anon.

>>30250736
I guess he got his comeuppance then.
Though I would gloat too.

What if All the anons become ponies/dragons/other MLP species, and get the life they want (pet pone, brood mare, ect) but every year they swap bodies and have to deal with being in each others escapist fantasy

>>30251500
I'd kill myself because I'd inevitably end up being something incredibly degenerate and likely gay

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not enough stories involving changelings

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>>30251876
And there's not enough porn either.

So just get what you get and don't throw a fit.

>>30252073
ay im not throwing a fit. i was gonna draw some shit

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>>30252095

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>>30252101

>>30252095
Some drawing would be great, Anon. Do it

When I was a young boy My father took me into the city to see a marching band
He said "son when you grow up will you be the savior of the autistic, the fagot and the NEET"

He said "will you fuck them?
The Anons and all the shitposters, the greens that they have written?
Because One day I'll leave you, a mare, to lead you in the summer, to join PTFG"

When I was a young boy My father took me into the city to see a marching band
He said "son when you grow up will you be the savior of the autistic, the fagot and the NEET"

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching me and other times I feel like I should go
And through it all the rise and fall the breeding and the heat
And when you've cum we want you all to know

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching me and other times I feel like I should go
And through it all the rise and fall the breeding and the heat
And when you've cum we want you all to know

We'll carry foals! We'll carry foals!
And though your fucking no hooves, your foals will carry on.
And in my womb I can't contain it, my autism can't explain it

A post that sends you Reeeing from decimated threads
You’re aspergers and autism will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back let’s be the little mare
Horny to the end we feel the need...
To bear foals!
We’ll bear foals!

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>>30252357

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>>30252357

Any zephyr style transformation mind break sex slave stories?

>>30252405
Cuddly Doom has mind breaking, but no slavery in it

Behind The wire has Slavery and mind breaking, but no sex slavery and it turns gay after they get out

TL/DR: no

>>30252449
Then whats the point of this thread?

Tf with mind break and rape is the only use for tf.

Always enjoyed stories like these but I hate having to slog through shit in order to find one that's not completely garbage. Any stories you guys like/recommend before I bite the bullet and dive in?

>>30252580
If you are the same anon as the one wanting mind break/rape/slaves then
https://pastebin.com/h5cpmv1a
https://pastebin.com/LnnBfPk9
https://pastebin.com/6EdEg8GJ
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/199854/please-dont-hurt-me
https://pastebin.com/NybTq2pg
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/56247/of-olden-times-long-past-an-introverts-perspective
if not here are some regular good stories
https://pastebin.com/AQbzcGn0
https://pastebin.com/YFa8huTc
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-Cuh8qxD-hk8oMxpuwrH0pD7858VmDOaf9gEjMGo8Ks/edit
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/364668/radiance
https://pastebin.com/hME4vEuN
https://pastebin.com/gvHSsU1q

>>30252854
Not that guy but hey the more the merrier, thanks!

>>30251500
>>30251876
Hmm, I just got an idea. What if you turn into a changeling whose shape shifting power is completely controlled by someone else. They could turn you into anything they want on the fly whether you want to or not.

>>30253084
sounds too confusing desu. i do have an anon changeling story in the works though

>>30253084
How would that be different than say nano machines?

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>>30252357

I want to be the little mare

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>>30253145
For example you could have Anon become a changeling but their body's ability to transform is under the control of a queen who is able to coerce Anon into advancing her agenda.
Whereas nanomachine based TF tends to be a painful process drawn out over multiple hours.

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>>30120804
More Caged when?

>>30253749
I like the idea of being the henchman of a changling queen
Maybe she could tempt you with more and more autonomy as you fulfill her desires

>>30252357
Nice one

Anyone have links to gay shit? There's not enough gay stuff.

>>30254665
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/161575/4/twisted-transformation-tales/big-mac-looks-for-love-----tf-mm-romance
You'll also find gay stories by WallMixer and Arcturian in the Google doc.

>>30254726
Thanks Anon! I knew you'd pull through.

>>30251500
Hell, why not. I'm sure you guys have great taste and no-one will regret this arrangement.
Maybe make the swap weekly.

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>>30252854
Best fap of the month!

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>>30252490
I respect your opinion but I strongly disagree with it.

>>30253988
Also more Ranger and Occasus please.

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>>30256907
Is this the code to be a little faggot stallion?

>>30256907
>>30256945
It's brainfuck, which outputs binary which translates to what I presume is the date of his return: 18.6.2017

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>You will never grow into such a cute mare.

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>>30257087
i wil hak u fagit!!!1!!!

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https://discord.gg/tfAjenN

There is now a PTFG discord server, enjoy.

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>>30257181
You could have used a more appropriate image.
Let's see how this works out.

>>30256971
my rough guess is either he's hit some writer's block, or he's had to take some time to write stuff since he's been busy with his hospital stuff, or he's finally bringing the earlier bug stuff into the fold

>>30256945
tfw you will never be master's sissy stallion

>>30257181
It's important not to let this divert on-topic discussion away from the thread. Keep that stuff in here.

If you have a particular species you would like to become, what attracted you to it? was there ever a different choice?

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>>30258227
Pegasus is the master race!

>>30258227
Pegasus. How can you beat the magic of flying?
Though now that I think about it gryphons are good too. They have the advantage of hands/talons but not as nice colour schemes.

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>Dress horse has gone to far

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>>30258345

>>30258227
If I was going by looks, probably Bat, but for actual living it have to be unicorn

>>30258345
You've gone too far. Transformation is supposed to increase, not decrease the number of pretty mares.

>>30258377
Within reason, herd ratios must be retained at 1:20

>>30258512
1 mare 20 stallions.

Sounds like a lot of fun!

>>30258227
Unicorn, even if i was sunburst tier of inept when it came to magic the idea of even SLIGHTLY being able to manipulate one of the primal forces of the world through sheer willpower has been one of my strongest desires ever since i saw Fantasia as a kid.
>"Oh but the novelty would wear off, you'd just think it was normal after a while."
Fuck this viewpoint, i'm approaching 30 and i still get wow'd by shit other people take for granted like cars, sunrises and the amount of information we get bombarded with daily.
If i ever did become a unicorn and learn magic i'd spend hours literally just turning my horn on and off again just to feel it.

>>30258608
>i'd spend hours literally just turning my horn on and off again
Next time don't get a horn that runs Windows.

If different drugs were associated with different transformations into Equestrian creatures, what would each be?

Gryphon: High Flyer

Minotaur: Bucking Bull

Changeling: Obscureum

Draconequus: Warper

>>30258345
everytime someone post this, I can never figure out what topcunt is supposed to be

>>30258227
Earth pony. If I'm going to go pony, I want the full experience of having no hands and other advantages besides being the little mare.

>>30258992

Pegasi are fucking lazy. So weed.
Unicorns, yeah, you need a thinking man's drug. That's LSD.
Earth Ponies get that work in. fucking amphetamines for that energy bro.
Changelings are love-sucking scum. So that's Heroin.

>>30259360
I'd take a pegasus, so I can fly with style

>>30259360
Saaaaame

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Booze is the best ponyfication drug

>>30260176
Mine doesn't seem to be working.

>>30260288
get stronger booze, like >>30260176 at least

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I will be Glim Glam

>>30260176
yeah, I mean, it's sort of the swiss army knife of ponification. You can be any type of pone based on what you drink

I've been working on a thing I might post here in a week or so. The writer drought lately has been kinda shit, figured I might help fill the void.

>>30261146
Glory glory hallelujah!

I love your stories man, I'm glad to hear your coming back.

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>>30261146
Same story, over here
might try to do something about a certain luna prompt that was posted 2-3 threads ago, keep your eyes posted

>>30261146
>>30261163
This is excellent news.

Trying to get my next update out by the end of the week. So, look forward to that if you want more Eris.

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>>30261592
We can always use more chaos

>>30261592
>>30261649
True but it's not very chaotic if we know about it in advance. That's far too predictable.

>>30189394
Unf

>>30261163
>You’re burnt out, plain and simple
>Nothing’s good on the TV, god knows how long it’s been since you turned on your computer, and your roommates barely exist to you
>You could go outside, but everything’s just kind of lost that “spark” to you
>When you finally do go to sleep, it’s a nearly dreamless sleep
>That is until you wake up in a meadow, filled with flowers glowing softly in the moonlight, under a sea of stars
>You feel… different, to say the least
>The aches and pains of the waking world seem all but non-existent, and moving seems to flow like paint onto canvas
>You lay on the grass watching the night sky shift, nebulae colouring the night sky vividly
>”We keep an eye on all life, even though form matters not here” You hear a regal voice whisper in your ear
>You sit up, and look around
>As you lay back down, you see something laying beside you in the meadow
>She looks back at you, with fur almost as dark as the sky between the stars and eyes as blue as the moonlight on the snow
>”You’re not satisfied with the way you’re living now, and we’ve been helping others like you”
>”My name is Luna, and we can help you help yourself”
>You stare at this majestic creature, her mane flowing like the stars above, and feel with your heart that she can mend your twisted, broken life
>”You dream of a life where you don’t have to worry about terror” She says as she looks into your dulled grey eyes
>”We can provide you with exactly that, along with love and compassion” She coos motherly into your ear
>You break down and embrace the princess beside you, wrapping yourself around her
>”“We can change how you view your body in dreams, and slowly bring the dream into the reality, mixing the two until they are one. We just require that your will, your mind, and your "essence" be one with us...” Luna trails off, feeling you nod into her fur gently
>You let go, and lie back down on the grass, a warm wind blowing over you

>>30262467
Dreamy

>>30260176
There needs to be more Big Mac TFs.

Also more Mrs. Cake TFTGAPs....

>>30262646
There isn't a lot of cannon TF green, I guess it's because to have it be meaning full you have to have a well managed mental TF.
otherwise it's either the human dying and being replaced by a pony or a human turning into an OC who happens to look like a cannon character.

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>>30260749
>ywn be GLIMMED

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>>30263512
Get your shitty waifu out of here!

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>>30263538
>implying Princess Autism is better than Glimmy

>>30263603
>implying true implication is false
Princess Autism is leagues better than Glimshit.

>>30263475
I wouldn't mind seeing that in the mirror.
Would you see your muzzle like that though? Wouldn't each eye get an image of it in the corners of your vision.

>>30263678
The only time your human nose is not in your vision is when your eyeballs are rotated upwards, in which case you can probably see a bit of your eyelid.

The brain does a wonderful job ignoring shit like that, other examples include your tongue having no comfortable position in your mouth and breathing manually.

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>>30259112
>>30258345
A tiara

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>>30262813
>cannon TF
Why does this exist?

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>>30262646
>ywn be a pretty stallion pet

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>>30263795
I don't know about you but I can see my nose much of the time and I expect pony snout would be even more noticeable

>>30190124
>I want to be a pretty ballerina pony
So how about the plot of Billy Elliot. But he becomes a filly. Filly Elliot.

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You now have full control of Anon Filly's tongue.

What do?

>>30265503
Thick horsie kisses

>>30265503
Show the utmost respect for her while hiding my jealousy at the fact that she got to be the little pony.

>>30265537
Be warned that her saliva is contagious. You could catch infectious pononucleosis

Woop, Positivity Hypno is now officially affiliated with /ptfg/, we're now at the top of the Google Doc as "hypnosis Discord"

need more cuddly doom!

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>>30265735
then I can be her Mommy

>>30265888
It was said to be coming tonight so prepare yourself.

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Quick Trixie TF sketch.

>>30266147
Nice. She seems to be enjoying it.

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>>30243430
One of my favorite compliments thus far - it’s tricky at times but I’m delighted to hear the spookiness has been effective.

>>30265888
>>30265971
Let’s get this party started!

>>30266221
CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30241169) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/r3bvSkey

>The sudden sight of the uncannily expressive horse shot a full dose of adrenaline through my veins, but without a coordinated plan to use it, I flailed a foot backwards in the dirt
>Flashlight swinging freely through the air, I kicked up a fine cloud of dust and involuntarily fell on my ass, knees unlocking as gravity secured its brief victory
>I hit the ground with a thud, the pain evaporating almost immediately amidst the terrifying onslaught of realization that… whatever this guy had been running from… it was here…
>Dust lingered in the air, illuminated in a sharp, dancing cone as the flashlight rolled on uneven ground a few feet away
>The space where my head had been only moments ago filled with the sound a rushing wind, a dark mass curving through the air a few short feet above me
>I should have been thankful that I hadn’t been standing, but as the shape crossed into the gleam of my flashlight, it was difficult to be thankful for the rapidly unfolding situation
>With rays of light glimmering off the bright orange feathers lining its wings, a second horse – a flying horse, a Pegasus – glided into view
>Its interest was clearly focused on the harrowed man at the far end of the courtyard, and as it loomed closer and closer to him, it demanded his attention as well
>Frantically pivoting his eyes away from the red horse on the rooftop toward the orange Pegasus descending behind him, he widened his stance defensively
>Fight or flight was intended to combat predators of untold viciousness, but as the man’s feet shifted anxiously, it was apparent he was hoping it’d work against horses too

>>30266227
>The Pegasus skidded to the earth in a cloud of dust, a harsh flap of its wings upsetting the air all through the courtyard, wind whipping from the alley entrance behind me
>It grinned wickedly at the man caught between the pair of equines, its wings ruffling slightly as they tucked to its side
>The man took half a step back, only to be answered by the noise of the red horse jumping to the ground behind him, impacts echoing through the air as hooves met dirt
>Slowly, the horses began to pace an analytical circle around the man, as a pack of wolves would circle a piece of prey breathing its final breaths
>The scene was utterly unnatural for a pair of colorful storybook animals; as real as I knew this situation was, I couldn’t shake its surreal, nightmarish aura
>It was difficult to take my eyes off the feverish expression of the man precariously entrapped by the horses, but a faint glimmer at his feet caught my attention
>The knife… dear God, pick up the knife! I didn’t mean for you to drop it earlier, please just pick it up!
>His gaze was rapidly switching between the circling horses, an epitome of tunnel vision, while the knife rested uselessly on the ground a few feet below his trembling hand
>“Shit, this isn’t good, man!”
>Glad we can agree on that! I don’t have protocol for anything remotely, remotely like this!
>My training took over as the service weapon by my side slid out of its holster, hands working purely on muscle memory as my gaze remained fixed on the eerie spectacle
>The horses maintained their orderly circle, breathing slightly more heavily and tensing their muscles more on each hoofbeat, manifestly priming themselves for action
>Please, for the love of God, pick up the knife, please!

>>30266238
“Pick up the knife!”
>The man spun in my general direction upon hearing the shout, the horses responding by perking up and twisting their ears to catch the words
>In a flash, the man looked down, suddenly remembering his incomplete helplessness, but it had been too little, too late… and too slow
>His hands barely had time to process the signal to pick up the weapon as the Pegasus capitalized on his lapse of focus, springing into action by jumping at his blind spot
>In a flurry of feathers, fur, and tattered clothes, the man and flying horse toppled toward the middle of the courtyard, the knife laying untouched far away
>As he rolled tumultuously around on the ground, the Pegasus clung tightly to his back, hooves locked steadfastly across his chest
>Amidst the hair-raising cries of horror, the red horse made its move, pouncing against the man and hugging his front
>“No, please, get the hell off me!”
>I shuddered as I waited for the sickening crack of the horses sinking their teeth into his spine… or the soft exposed flesh of his neck…
>Every horse I’d ever previously seen was pleased with a nice bale of hay, maybe a carrot or a sip of Guinness if they’d been good; even omnivorous horses seemed far-fetched
>Why did I have to deal with a pair of small predatory horses and their taste for human flesh – in the middle of a fucking city no less, and never mind the fact that one has wings…
>Somewhere a pointy-haired mad scientist must have been cackling manically, and I couldn’t care whether he’d forgive me for what I was about to do

>>30266247
>My service pistol rose into view, three green dots of tritium glowing dimly in the moonlight as the stainless steel slide cast a muddled reflection of the starry sky above
>I focused my gaze over the scene; I couldn’t try to line up the sights like this, not with the horses gripping so tightly against the guy on each side
>I briefly considered firing at a steep angle into each of the equine meatshields and hoping for the best, but the risk wasn’t worth it when I didn’t know what the horses wanted
>With every second that ticked by, I was more astounded that the man still had the energy and every piece of flesh on him to continue thrashing about
>Still, it wasn’t unheard of for predators to wait for prey to tire before dealing the final blow; humanity built itself up for millennia by hunting in such a manner
>My hands were faltering as the gravity of the potentially life-or-death situation gradually settled in, every muscle in my body flinching with each shout from the doomed man
>Warily, I lifted a foot and began pacing toward the scuffle, each other party uncaring or unaware of my presence as they toiled with their own battle
>At a distance of about fifteen feet, I raised my pistol sights in line with the fray as it rolled into alignment and stopped, the cries fading away to heavy breathing
>I had a clear shot to the orange Pegasus, and as my finger slid tensely into the trigger guard, the words of my instructor played through my mind
>‘In all circumstances, keep your finger out of the trigger guard unless you’re prepared to take a shot’
>My focus shifted to the three green dots of the sights – judge, jury, and executioner of the Pegasus – lining up as the blurry target slid into view in the background
>In my mind a part of me had already taken the shot, but my hand wouldn’t respond…

>>30266256
>I could… should… just ice the horses and be done with it…
>Unless… No… wait…
>Something here was… wrong…
>I uncrossed my eyes back at the three peacefully rising and falling rhythms of breaths ahead
>Without them writhing around on the ground, I could resolve considerably more detail about them
>The man’s shirt had been torn to shreds, and should have been soaked through, my heart sinking as I realized his entire torso had been bloodied during the fight
>All the same, he was somehow still alive, his expression bearing a slight smile even as blood streamed along his neck, the horses eerily mimicking his bliss on either side
>The blood was a strangely beautiful compliment to the red and orange horses flanking his sides, but as the color seeped across his skin, I found myself overcome by nausea
>Through deep breaths attempting to suppress my intensely visceral reaction, I did my best to gauge just how much blood he’d already lost at this point
>One pint? Two? Is that a lot? I was terrible at trying to estimate these things, but it must be a lot if it were flowing out across his entire body
>I called out as calmly as I could, trying to remain authoritative despite my own queasiness
“S-Sir, are you feeling all… alright? Do you know what your name is, can you tell me your name?”
>Shifting one hand from the pistol’s grip to the pouch where I keep my radio, I racked my brain for the best channel to call an ambulance, figuring Channel 3 would-
>My radio… where the hell did my radio go?
>Oh no, please don’t tell me I left it in the cruiser when I ran off!
>My partner’s a block away scrupulously checking up on every available channel!
>This is a serious situation right now; how could I have thought I wouldn’t need a radio when I went to chase down this horse – what if this guy died because of my haste?

>>30266264
>“I-I’m… I’m better than alright…”
>With the horses on his sides content in unmovingly cuddling the man, his eyes slid open and he craned his neck up to make eye contact with me
>I promptly lowered my pistol, momentarily embarrassed that in my absentmindedness, its aim had drifted in his direction
>With the horses making no movements beyond rubbing their heads against his torso, I tried to get a handle on the situation and the guy’s stability before I could run for help
>“I’m alright… Can’t remember my name though… It’s Citrus… Citrus…”
>His eyes slid shut again, a faint smile overtaking his face as he tried to recall his name amidst the waves of happiness overcoming him and the equines at his sides
>I stifled a gasp as I studied his face, the oddly colored blood from his neck defying gravity as it steadily flowed upwards, consuming his cheek, the side of his nose, one of his eyes…
>As I stepped in closer for a better look, a few pebbles wedged out from beneath my shoes, accompanied by a symphony of popping sounds
>Pop… pop… pop… pop…
>Strange, I’m surprised I’m not feeling all these pebbles slip out underfoot, especially when the ground’s so… packed…
>I looked down and slowly realized that I was standing on a barren slab of concrete, the imagined pebbles resting untouched along its border
>When my eyes shifted back to the man, a chill ran down my spine as the scarlet patches covering his face glistened with the unmistakable texture of fur in the moonlight
>Oh fuck…

>>30266273
>I stumbled a few steps backwards and raised my pistol with a shivering, white-knuckled grip as the situation set in that… he was becoming… one of… them…
>My heartbeat accelerating, I struggled to keep the three glowing dots of my steel salvation aligned as I wiped a bead of cold sweat from my forehead
>Through the tattered remnants of his shirt, the man’s fur-lined chest ballooned outwards into a proper horse’s barrel, shoulders rippling with muscle
>As his arms rolled into a more equine positon, they snapped in place at the front of his body, a short twitch confirming their newly limited range
>He didn’t have much freedom to swing punches at his furry captors anymore, but as his flattened teeth poked out through a gleeful smile, it was apparent he’d lost all will to do so
>Amidst another round of sickening clicking and pops, one of his arms jerked clearly into view, bones reforming at the joints and elongating like putty
>As fine hairs pushed out along his arm’s length toward his increasingly rigid hand, his wristwatch slid off and tumbled to the group before the fur had a chance to catch it
>With fingers fusing - each sacrificing their individuality for the purpose of a limb more befitting horseshoes - the remnants of his hands angled outwards into the shape of a hoof
>Keratin pushed out at the tips, the rounded hoof draped by a short fetlock of scarlet fur
>Never again would he be able to pick up a knife, but why would he want to fight or run from members of his new species anyways?
>His legs lurched to the front of his body, forming a right angle to the spine in a distinctly equine position as his thighs grew visibly thicker, jeans shuddering at each slight shift
>A few threads gave way shortly before the entirety of the seams failed, the denim ripping with a resounding tear that echoed through the courtyard

>>30266281
>His haunches, bathed in a soft scarlet hue, became exposed to the night air as a gentle breeze tickled the growing patches of fur
>It must have felt exceptionally good even in the midst of the waves of pleasure, as a soft… feminine… giggle escaped into the night air around… her
>Exploiting the lack of encumberment, her tail grew rapidly from the base of her spine, long amber strands waving as they draped over her legs
>Her shoes and socks slid off unceremoniously as single units, a pair of tough hooves poking out where her feet had once been
>The fur had already lay claim to every region of formerly pale skin along her face as her ears shifted and twitched into their new positions atop her head
>A long, thick-stranded mane flowed from the top of her head, densely veiling half of her face, her nose widening into a petite, feminine muzzle
>Her thick eyelashes lined her cartoonish eyes as they fluttered open, only one visible through the mane as her iris shifted from a dull grey to a stunningly brilliant shade of turquoise
>Still held in a close embrace by her equine friends, the new member of the horses’ herd giggled over the orange Pegasus’ shoulder before rolling onto her back to face me
>With hooves catching the moonlight as they hung in the air, her teeth glimmered and she shot me a smile
>“That felt wonderful! Now your turn, lucky!”
>Oh God, she’s a horse… I should have considered anything possible by that point but seeing the cheery words line up with her mouth movements cause my hairs to stand on end
>My only audible response was the subtle reverberation of metal on metal as the pistol wavered in my trembling hands

>>30266286
>I felt sick to my stomach; the only thing keeping me from dry-heaving on the spot was the fear of what would happen if I were to lose focus for even a moment
>Two horses had been fast and nightmarishly terrifying when there were two of us fighting… Now it was just me taking on three of them… Fuck…
>I prodded the side of the pistol with a free finger to check that the safety was still off, and to my momentary relief, it was
>Deep down, I wanted to take the magazine out and check that I still had fifteen cartridges, even though I knew I should only need three
>Or one, depending on how quickly these horses would be able to rush me
>I knew my service weapon well, and simply from its weight I could usually get a rough estimate of how fully loaded it was, but this situation had a different gravity to it
>Never in training did the pistol seem to carry so much weight; never before had I noticed its firmness yet how easily it slipped in my sweating palms
>The three horses were slowly rising to their hooves, each standing about three feet tall as they eyed me warmly
>Two sported closed smiles, while the Pegasus was studying me meticulously, walking directly into the beam emanating from my fallen flashlight as it stepped forward
>I cautiously attempted to maintain a minimum distance between us, ceding the ground and flashlight as it shifted methodically in front of its friends
>Its wings slowly flared outward against them – a feathery barrier holding them back from doing anything too rash – as she spoke up in a tranquil, pacifying voice
>“Come now, you don’t want to be too hasty… That’s a really pretty gun you’ve got there… and it’d be such a shame if you were to use it against friendship, of all things…”

>>30266291
>She didn’t even hesitate as the middle gunsight swayed into alignment with her forehead, the green dot framed by her stolid eyes as she stared down the barrel
>Presenting an unflinching smirk synonymous with magicians watching their audience fall captive to trickery, she carefully looked over the pistol
>“Looks like a Sig to me… beautiful, beautiful piece of work… solid construction… smooth action… gorgeous appearance… and I would imagine it’s a joy to shoot, yes?”
>As she caressed me with her words I steadily calmed, only snapping back to remembering the magnitude of danger present when she posed the question
>I realized that she had grown uncomfortably large in the background of my gaze, slowly closing the inches between us with well-calculated paces
>I felt like a piece of prey in the view of an insurmountable predator, even as I was the one armed to fight…
>All the horses really had was cuddles… And yet…
>My heart raced, the orange Pegasus looming larger with each moment, easily overtaking me in apparent size thanks to the imposing shadows cast by her outstretched wings
>Desperate to reestablish a piteous swath of territory as my security buffer, I stumbled a few steps backwards until my foot scraped against the wall of the courtyard
>I barely even heard the scuffing of rubber as blood pounded in my ears, the corners of my vision beginning to exhibit the blurred and darkening characteristics of tunnel vision
>The Pegasus had ceased her own advance, allowing me a moment’s study of the unyielding expressions of her and the horses to her side
>One of my arms extended into my frame of view, service weapon trembling in a fraught grip as the other hand clutched for the brick wall
>Maybe I’d find some way to scale this wall, maybe this vivid nightmare would end, maybe I’d just work up the courage to pull the damn trigger already! Come on!

>>30266301
>I contemplated bringing the pistol closer to my chest or lowering it altogether so the horses would need to advance another foot or two before they could make physical contact
>Considering how much good my threat was currently doing, it may not have been a crazy idea, if only preserving my humanity for another few milliseconds
>“I asked you: it’s a joy to shoot, yes?”
>I tried to grasp an answer from the sea of unorganized words racing through my frenzied mind, only to come up short in every effort
>I sufficed with a slow nod of affirmation
>“Yes, and yet… you haven’t fired a shot”

>>30266313
>A bead of cold sweat rolled from my brow, the Pegasus staring me down with the asserting gaze of an attorney who already firmly knows the answers to her prompts
>At the same time, her friendly smile didn’t show a hint of malice, nor fear as she made unwavering eye contact in lieu of acknowledging the pistol’s threat
>I was practically a child’s rag doll at this point, already well within her grasp as she tossed me about
>“You don’t have it in you to defend yourself like that; you’re an officer because you want to help – because you want to ‘protect and serve,’ as it goes…”
>“You won’t bring it upon yourself to kill us when you know that we’re not hurting anyone…”
>“On the contrary, friendship has made our lives so, so much better, and we want to show that to everypony…”
>“In a way, you and I just want to make the world a better place, and that’s why you’re going to make such a wonderful friend…”
>I barely registered the sight of her flapping wings silhouetted in the dim light as she fiercely lunged in my direction, her friends surging forward in the same flurry of motion
>Acting on instinct, I dove for approximately where I hoped the alley’s entrance would be found, just ahead of the rush of air sweeping off her wings

The next update will be released on the evening of Monday, June 12th.
Here’s hoping everyone has a good weekend!

>>30266320
Updates twice a week? You're too good to us.

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>>30265095
I'm not saying you cant see it, only that you naturally ignore it most of the time because your other eye compensates for the blind spot, i imagine it'd be similar with a muzzle, although turning your head to look down at something would be more common.

>>30266291
>>30266301
>>30266313
>>30266320
>That dialogue.
>That soothing domination.
>She's backlit by his torch in an otherwise dim allyway.

>I'm going to bed with this mental image.
I both love and hate you for this.

>>30260803
In the future every Swiss army knife will have the necessary nanobots for a convenient pony tf wherever you happen to be.

>>30266320
Glad to see this continue

>>30267384
This

>>30266320
Holy shit, pone virus anon is fucking killing it tonight. Damn Dude!

>>30266256
Why does everyone want to shoot the Ponies, they just want to make friends.

>>30259807
I would tickle newly transformed ponies.

>>30266532
what, right next to the tool for getting a stone out of a horse's hoof?
which probably led to the situation of a pony having a stone stuck in it's hoof, and then everyone trying to pry it out with the tool,
instead turning into a pone themselves

>>30268692
Best place for it. It's vital to take care of your hooves when you become the little pony.

>>30268406
Some people just don't understand friendship.

>>30262467
>Wrapped in your blankets, your body spread out and your pillow a little wet from you drooling, you open your eyes and hear the alarm going off
>You're way too awake to snooze it this time, so you just turn it off
>At a second glance, you realise the time
>Unless you get going, like right fucking now, you're gonna get in trouble from work!
>You almost trip and fly down the stairs as you leave the house, quickly yelling a goodbye to anybody listening and kick up a cloud of dust
>Running down the tree lined streets, you burst through the door and clock in with a minute to spare as you catch your breath
>Feeding the hungry masses and co-operating with your team under pressure is hard and weary work, but you manage to persevere
>After 8 hours though, sleep and maybe something to nibble on is your top priority as you trudge down the way you came, rain soaking your clothes
>Making it home safely, you strip out of your damp clothes, and wrap yourself in a blanket in your room
>You nod off while listening to some chill instrumental stuff off youtube...


>The late afternoon sunlight beaming through the windows, shining down onto the hardwood floors, lit the room in a way that felt.. right
>With everything in place, you set the broom you were holding down in a corner, and look in amazement at how beautiful everything was in this moment
>The smell of yeast, dough and freshly baked goodies fill your nostrils as you walk to the door
with every step you take leading with a *clop*
>You aren't quite sure why, but your hands don't want to work as you lift your deep brown limbs to get the door handle
>As you open the door and take a step, you tumble over yourself, landing on your butt
>You spy a white tail beneath you as you blow out your hair out of sight, noticing that it wasn't your normal brown, but that it shared the colour of the tail instead
>As the door closes, bell jingling inside, you get up and walk to the woods, homeward bound...

>>30269728
I like it.

What story, preferably completed, would you recommend to a person who is not deeply into the transformation genre?

>>30270199
I would say it depends on what you are looking for

Purple Black Grey is a good romance:
https://pastebin.com/gvHSsU1q

Buggy holiday is also pretty good
https://pastebin.com/6DT4tXbg

So is Crunch time
https://pastebin.com/SLiRMr3v

Zenith:
https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/0B1pLL5qAxddWZ3ZaQkZSQ3hxT0U

If you are into pets the Zephyr:
https://pastebin.com/QGpDL2Jz

>>30270514
Many thanks, friend.

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>>30262646
Also more TFTG apps...

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>>30270514
Reading that first one i just realised i've lost count of the number of fictional characters with depression that i fully empathise with, often to the point of tears despite my relatively good life.
I'm starting to suspect i am in some serious fucking denial, short of getting ((diagnosed)) are there any methods to prove or at least give more evidence that there's something wrong?
Part of my mental issues is apparently trusting anonymous autists not to feed me bullshit, god help me.

Picture barely related.

>>30218912
They may have become bad OCs but this story is fun and I need more.
Alias's wager seems highly questionable.

>>30234055
>“Just turn on you piece of shit!”
My little draconequus, yelling at things is magic.

>>30271113
You're the only one who can diagnose, and what's the purpose of that anyway?
The underlying truths of life are inherently depressing from a human's viewpoint, so you could say that anyone who is happy is in denial. It takes some skill to happily maintain your denial and keep feeling well throughout your life DESPITE knowing how futile and sad things really are.
Just feel well however you can, and find an honest method for ignorance that works for you.

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Cheer up, guys.

>>30272364
How can you cheer up if you can't even become the happy horsey yet? That is when I will cheer up and not a moment sooner.

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>>30271955
The 'purpose' is that if i know for a fact my head is fucked i can actively mitigate it, either through lifestyle change or meds, i'm loathe to do that without a solid reason though as it could fuck things up even further.
I appreciate the reply, but "Life sucks just deal with it" is my usual thought process and what i figure is normal for most people.
What probably isnt normal is my increasing certainty that i wouldnt hesitate to leave literally everything behind if given a choice, i'd be out the door before whatever entity had finished listing everything i'd be leaving.
I'm pretty sure my life isnt all that bad, but a bit of doubt about that grows daily and i'm worried i'm going to contemplate japanese number puzzles before too long.
Sorry for blog posting, i'd do what the writefags here probably do and channel these thoughts into a green but i cant write for shit.

>>30272381
>>30272364
We'll all be the happy horsey some day.

>a group of unicorns turns you into a pony
>They are going to gangbang you

What do?

>>30273353
take it

>>30273353
Flee between parts one and two.

>You and Anon sit on the couch, both grinning and high as hell.
>It is Friday night, after all.
>"Oooh, guess who has Boardwalk now, motherfucker!"
"Oh fuck off! I've had nothing but shit luck this whole game!"
>"Preachin' to the choir, honey!"
>You shake your head and blow on the dice in your hands.
"Come on, gimme some good shit, here!"
>You vigorously shake them, then toss it on the board.
>They glide off of it and roll under your TV stand.
>There's a moment of silence between you.
>"...Way to go, dumbass."
"No you."
>She glares at you.
>"Y-you too, faggot."
>You both share a small grin, before she hops off of the couch and moves to the TV stand.
>She bends over and looks around.
>Hind legs propped up, her rear in the air, and her head down.
>You can't help but stare.
>An opportunity like this rarely presents itself, you know.
>You take note of those perfectly round hips.
>Excellently plump, due to a mix of both Earth pony genes and not much exercise.
>Not enough to make her fat- but plenty enough to make it more enticing.
>Past her tail, you can see just a bit of that puffy horsepuss.
>Sure, when she was a filly, it was kind of weird.
>But since she's been with you, she definitely has grown.
>Now she's practically a mare- not yet there, but definitely enough so that it's less weird.
>More like a teen filly, if anything.
>"Hey cumdump, go grab a flashlight, I can't see shit!"
>You take your phone out of your pocket, then have a shameful idea.
>Take the flash off, focus the camera a bit, aaand.
>Got it.
>Nice, this'll do for a few decades.
>You stand up and walk on over to her, never taking your eyes off of that rump.
>Like an art masterpiece, man you can't look away from it.
>It's just so perfect, so smackable...
>You peel your eyes away and peek under the stand with her.
>Turn on the flashlight, and oh lovely, they're back up against the wall.
>There are very few things that could reach that, and you're too high to want to look for them.
>"G fucking g, I guess."

>>30273353
Stretch a little so i dont pull a muscle before assuming the position in front of the cutest.
If they have horse dick this wont exactly take long, being a slut for a few minutes is a fine price to pay for ponydom.
If they've got stamina spells then i take it as a challenge to drain them dry.

>>30273653
>She stands back up and walks back to the couch.
>You catch a quick glimpse of that puffy pony puss, too-
>-No, stop it, man!
>It's weird!
>Sure, she may be a filly now, but you knew her human side just as well.
>That really makes it weird.
>She hops on top of the couch, and you follow.
>You flop down and sigh.
>"Man, you did that shit on purpose, didn't you?"
>Confusion and fear spreads across your face as you think she may have seen you staring.
>"You fucking tossed the dice under there just because you suck at Monopoly."
>Relief washes over you, and a playful glare replaces it.
"Hey, play me at anything that isn't a board game, and I will fucking destroy you."
>She holds her hooves up.
>"Yeah 'cause it's easy winning against a cripple, you faggot! Give me fingers and you're fucking dead, kiddo!"
"Just wait until I get Risk, I'll wipe the fuckin' floor with ya."
>"Wow, I didn't take you for such a fucking comedian! That's the funniest thing you've said yet!"
>You pause, wondering how exactly to respond to that.
>She watches with a smug smile, probably knowing that she already won.
"No you!"
>She raises an eyebrow, then slowly shakes her head.
>"Tsk tsk, beaten by a filly in IRL shitposting. Your parents would be so proud."
>You stand up from the couch.
"Whatever, I'm grabbing a beer. Ya want one, or is it too much to handle for your frilly filly body?"
>She glares again.
>"Fuck off cunt, my liver mey be smol, but my vill to drink is still strong!"
>You open the fridge and grab two beers.
"That was the shittiest Russian accent I've ever heard in my life."
>Two beers in hand, you walk on over to the couch and sit down.
>You pop them open on your table and set them down.
>Grab the remote, then flip through the channels.
>Big surprise, it's all shit.
>You swap over to Netflix, but there's really nothing you can think of watching, either.
>With a sigh, you drop the remote and on your side.
"Man, TV fucking sucks now."

>>30273663
>"It's because you have shit taste, mate. Here, I got this."
>She climbs onto your lap and reaches over to grab the remote in her mouth.
>Right in front of you, that glorious flank.
>Just a few inches away from the mark, stopped by small bits of clothing...
>-No, stop that!
>She retreats back to her side and sets the remote down.
>Then she works the controls by holding it down with one hoof, then using the buttons with the other.
>It looks pretty retarded, honestly.
>She uses the keyboard and awkwardly types something in.
>But you immediately know what she's searching for before she even finishes.
>Definitely a favorite of yours.
>You grab the remote and quickly type in the rest.
>She just looks up at you.
>"Fuck you, and your hands."
"Maybe later."
>She rolls her eyes, and you start the movie.
>You set your beer on the table by your arm rest, then give the other to her.
>Then you unconsciously sit her on your lap.
>"Woah, what are you doing, faggot?"
>You freeze, then take note of what you just did.
>React quickly!
"Oh fuck, I forgot you're not a cat."
>"...Wow, I would say this is the weed talking, but I've always known you were retarded."
>She takes a swig from her bottle, then lies down on your leg.
>You kind of just stare longingly at her hips, sitting right on top of you.
>With a swift hand, you put your beer by Jr, concealing him slightly.
>Then Anon looks back at you, slightly annoyed.
>"Well? You gonna pet me or what, faggot? Is this how you treat your cats?"
>You blink, and open your mouth.
>Nothing comes out, though.
>She's actually giving you an opportunity, here.
>Better not fuck it up by saying something retarded-
>-Wait, what the hell are you talking about?
>This isn't an actual grill, Anon!
>She's your bro, remember?
>You shake your head and silently do as you're told.
>Just scratching your buddy's back- literally.
>That's it.
>Nothing more, nothing less.
>You drink half the bottle in one sitting, then reach your hands over.

>>30273671
>Hesitantly, you place them on her coat, and gently pet her.
>Your focus isn't even on the movie, but the absolutely poundable ass sitting right next to-
>-NO, STOP!
>You shake your head clear, and continue to pet her.
>Instead of looking down, you focus on the movie in front of you.
>But really, all you do is stare at it.
>Your mind is left elsewhere, and you wish you could stop it.
>-Fuck it, she won't mind if you just take a peek...
>Your gaze lowers again, and all your attention moves over to her haunches.
>You can see both sides of her Cutie Mark right here, resting perfectly on your leg.
>Oh lord, imagine just taking her to the wall and-
>-Take a breath, Anon.
>It's fine to look, but the last thing you'd want her to see is the dick fully activated.
>-And the blush on her face, the half lidded gaze she'd give you before gently licking-
>-Oooh man, you can't help it.
>You gotta do something.
>Just... just a small feel.
>SOMETHING.
>You continue to pet her back gently and firmly.
>Then you slowly, ever so slightly, move a bit lower.
>Right to her hips, then back up.
>Just enough to feel her curves slightly.
>And oh man, it felt wonderful.
>You go for it again, maybe just a bit lower.
>She doesn't seem to notice much, her eyes still fixated on the movie in front of her.
>Her tail flicks slightly, moving from under her to give you more to see.
>And now, you can just see the top part of her ponut.
>Just right there, almost shining with the dim light of the TV's glow.
>Against your wishes, the dick activates, threatening to knock over the bottle between your legs.
>You pet again, holding your hands on her hips for just a little longer.
>"-God, you fucking faggot! What is wrong with you?"
>You freeze at the sight of Anon turning back, glaring at you again.
>Like a fish, your mouth opens, but to no avail.

>>30273687
>Then she holds the beer in her hooves and chugs the whole thing right there.
>She places it on the table, then sits right on your lap, facing you with a big blush on her face.
>"Fucking trying to tease me during a movie? That shit won't fly, you know."
>She blows a bit of mane out of her face, then holds her hooves on your chest.
>"Now you're either going to give it to me now, or you're going to be stuck taking pictures of my ass for the rest of your life."
>She just...
>I-is...
"-What? Are you- huh?"
>She quickly nods.
>"I've been in heat for a goddamn good while, and I'm not taking a cold shower in the middle of the night. Just fucking fuck me."
>She hiccups.
>"N-no homo, of course."
>You nod, maybe feeling you should have more thought into this.
>But she's giving you a fucking green light, and this is all you've ever wanted.
>You grab your beer, down the rest of it, then move your hands down to your pants.
>She lifts herself up, allowing you to unzip and pull everything down.
>The second you do, she wraps her hooves around your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.
>It immediately becomes sloppy, and you both battle each other's tongues in your embrace.
>While you're focused on that, you can feel her slowly sliding onto you.
>"Hahh, oh, fuck..."
>You hilt inside of her and lean forward a bit.
>Her hind legs wrap around your waist while you both continue to kiss.
>Instead of stopping, you both share your breaths with each other.
>You slink one hand around her back, and another over to her tail, where you lightly tease her dock with a finger.
>She pushes you back onto the couch and breaks the kiss, planting her hooves on your chest again.
>"Man, you're s-such a fucking f-faggot."
>She glances down at herself, and you move your hands over to her rump.
>Finally, the moment you were waiting for.

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Alright guys, I want something really lovey and mushy. Preferably involving marriage but I'm not picky. Got any recommendations for me?
(Also sorry for interrupting the text dump)

>>30273697
>You feel around her curves, her plush backside being everything you imagined.
>You squeeze them slightly, rub around her Cutie Marks, just enjoying the feeling of having two handfuls of filly ass.
>And it's all for you.
>You move her hips around and grind her.
>She bites her lip in response, giving you that lusty, half lidded gaze you wanted to see just a minute ago.
>Only it's much, much hotter.
>You thrust into her while you're still completely inside, and she lets out a tiny squeak.
>She brings you in for another kiss while raising herself up, now resting about halfway up your length.
>It's not difficult to see how hesitant she is, the way she slowly goes back down on you.
"What, too much for you?"
>Panting slightly, she manages to give you a glare.
>"Fuck off, this is technically my first time..."
>Adjusting herself on top of you, she looks your way again.
>"Plus I kind of expected you to have a chode or something..."
>You squeeze her flanks again, getting a yelp out of her.
"Don't worry, you're in good hands."
>She opens her mouth to speak, but you interrupt her with another thrust.
>You've been waiting a long time for this.
>And you're going to get everything you've wanted out of it.
>Holding onto her ass, you continue to thrust at a decent pace.
>But you make sure to push her down, and hilt every time you do you.
>"H-ha-oh-hmm, f-fuck!"
>The sound of flesh against flesh quickly changes, as the addition of more fluids come into play.
>The feeling of her tight filly snatch hugging around your member is fucking heaven.
>With the impact of every thrust, you can feel her rump jiggling in your hands.
>Her legs start to twitch and shake lightly, and her tongue lolls out of her mouth.
>"H-oh, f-fuck me! H-HARDER!"
>She leans against you and rests her head on your shoulder, breathing heavily while she tries to control herself.
>"Hmm, ohhh, fuck y-yes!"

>>30273709
>You just continue to ram into her into jelly, while she lazily hugs you and pants.
>Losing control of her hind legs, they fall to your sides, moving up and down with no resistance.
>Slowing down, you decide to change the positions up a bit.
>You also decide to lower the TV, so you can better hear her cute, high pitched panting.
>Then you pick her up slightly, spinning her around so that she's facing the same way you are.
>And now, you get the perfect view of those exceptional, super-breedable hips.
>She turns back, giving you a loving, needy gaze.
>She crosses her hind legs together and desperately grinds into you, letting a out a small whine in the process.
>Choosing not to let her suffer further, you grab those two handfuls under her rump, pull her up just a bit, and start thrusting again.
>The hard slapping and schlicking noise between you both fills the room, no doubt reaching the neighbors, as well.
>But fuck the neighbors.
>"AH! HAH! FUCK ME!"
>Even her voice sounds needy, as she no doubt nears the end.
>But you're much further behind.
>"AH- I, I- HAH!"
>You can feel her contracting around your member, but you don't let that stop you.
>More fluids add to the pile, and she takes to panting heavily in between moans.
>"OH PLEASE, MMMH!"
>Boy, you sure didn't take Anon to be the screamer type.
>With her cute, feminine voice, it does nothing but invigorate you.
>Now, you move your hand under her hind legs, keeping them in place and crossed, while your other hand dips between her legs.
>There, you feel the little nub that's been pressing against you every so often.
>And now every time it does, you rub it as much as you can.
>She squirms and shivers under your touch, one of her hind legs twitching often.
>Never ceases to be cute, this one.
>She leans her back against your chest, then moves a hoof around your neck.
>Mustering a bit of strength, she turns and brings you in for another kiss.

>>30273716
>You feverishly twist your tongues around each other, enjoying the extra sounds of sloppy sex filling the air.
>Her breathing quickens, another whine interrupting her high pitch panting.
>"HMMPH!"
>She grinds you in a circle while her marehood clamps down on you again.
>You can feel her climax, and pick up the pace just to get a reaction.
>Her tongue lolls out of her mouth while you slam into her, and you figure it's time to swap positions again.
>One that wouldn't exactly be comfortable on the couch like this.
>You pick up the remote and turn the TV off, then flip her around again, hugging your chest.
>She wraps her hind legs around your waist, you get off the couch with her in tow, and you walk over to your room.
>She decides to pull you in for another makeout session while doing so.
>Man, you sure didn't expect her to be this passionate, too.
>Swinging the door open, you kick it closed and lie her on the bed.
>Still panting heavily, you swear you can see hearts in those eyes of hers.
>She puts her hooves on your shoulders.
>"Take me, you fucking faggot."
>You can't help but smile, and watch her expression as you plunge right into her again.
>Her legs immediately lose their grip, and that desperate, needy look of hers slowly comes back.
>You notice now that her mane is pretty messed up, hairs sticking out and losing the neat comb you've always seen to it.
>It's... beautiful, to say the least.
>In fact, to see the sarcastic, snarky little filly, reduced to a mess of sweat, cum and lust...
>Man, it really is something special.
>Now comfortable here in your room, you decide to slow things back down.
>Which she seems to have no problems with.
>Her panting slowly steadies into a normal breathing rhythm, and her loud moans turn into soft hums.
>You can feel her hind legs moving with your hips, then have a great idea.
>Sitting on your knees, you hold her sides and bring her hips towards you.
"Just like that Cadence flash."

>>30273724
>She looks at her position, then rolls her eyes.
>"You're such a faggot, I swear."
>And true to the game, you work at a slow pace, simply enjoying the sight of Anon being plundered by you.
>So long, you've waited for this.
>So very long.
>Now without the panting, the only sound in the air is her moaning, as well as the slick, soft noise of you hilting inside of her.
>"Hmmm..."
>You hold both of her hind legs, rubbing the bottom of her hooves in hopes that it's sensitive.
>"W-whoa, I- keep doing that!"
>Jackpot.
>You make sure to push all the way in her with every thrust, earning another moan every time you do.
>Her eyes close slightly while you do, and she keeps them locked onto yours.
>She winks every so often, adding to the constant pleasure you've been feeling.
>And once again, you decide to swap positions.
>Just for a different view.
>You flip her on her stomach, and inch off of the bed.
>Pull her hind legs back a bit, just so that they're hanging off the edge.
>And, your bed being just the right height, her backside is perfectly aligned with your length.
>She holds her legs together, and you get to enjoy the very, VERY arousing sight of her amazingly plush, heart-shaped lower half.
>It truly is a sight to behold.
>And hopefully, after today, it will be one you can see regularly.
>Lining yourself up with her entrance, you hold onto those flanks, and slowly guide yourself in.
>You watch her vulva spread apart for you, slick and glistening with her own excitement.
>She holds her tail up and out of the way, allowing you to smash into her without any interference.
>Her marehood caresses and holds on, yet allows you to easily glide in and out of her.
>The sound you both make is now only louder, with the addition of her thighs being pounded into.
>And with this sight, you think you should.
>Still stroking her whole rump, you slowly pick up the pace.
>"Mmm, oh, here we go!"

>>30273732
>Now in a more comfortable position, she pushes herself against your thrusts, resulting in an even harder impact.
>And with it, an even louder noise.
>You keep the pace growing steadily, enjoying once again the sight of her ass jiggling with every slap.
>"Ohh, oh please, harder!"
>Harder, eh?
>Alrighty!
>With one hand, you steady her rump, and you pull her tail with the other.
>Not enough to hurt, but enough to add that bit of flare.
>Besides, she asked for it.
>You really ram into her, the soft clapping noise quickly becoming the loudest thing in the whole house.
>"Yes, please! Give it to me!"
>She spreads her hind legs apart, giving you another view that you very much enjoy.
>Her breathing quickly becomes more erratic, and her tongue lolls out again.
>Instead of holding her head up, she rests it on the bed while you keep going.
>"Yes, yes! Y-YES-AHH!"
>She climaxes again, her left leg twitching again.
>When her walls tighten up around you, a different feeling finally arises.
>You're close, now.
>And while you love the sight of her like this, you want something different.
>You want to see her face when you finish.
>Flipping her on her back again, you climb up and loom over her for a second.
>Her hooves all wrap around you, like you're gonna fly away at any moment.
>You quickly stop, then pull out of her.
>She looks super confused and disappointed for a moment.
>You quickly take the rest of your clothes off, then jump back in.
>Now everything just seems to be amplified.

>>30273740
>You can feel the warmth of her coat, as well as how soft it is against your skin.
>And despite really having no interference earlier, now you feel like a barrier's been lifted.
>Pressing your chest against hers, you bring her in for another kiss.
>Not wet and sloppy like the others, but nice and pleasant.
>Your own climax finally nears, slowly rising to the surface.
>With renewed vigor, you slam your hips into hers, grinding every so often to make it last longer.
>Anon breaks the kiss, nothing but carnal desire plastered on her face.
>"Y-you better cum inside!"
>That throws you off.
"Wait, wh-wha-"
>"I DON'T CARE, FILL ME UP, FUCKER!"
>Her words give you an even bigger boost of energy, and you work towards doing just that.
>While her breathing becomes more erratic, so does yours.
>"OHHH, FUCK!"
>Her pants become higher pitched and quicker, and you both share your final kiss.
>The feeling quickly rises to the surface, and her hind legs tighten around you.
>"CUM IN ME! D-DO IT! DO-AHH!"
>With one more thrust, you charge into her and let all of it out.
>Pleasure surges throughout your body at an alarming rate, and you grind into her while you completely fill her up.
>You've never cum this much in your entire goddamn life.
>"Hmmph..."

>>30273751
>You slowly push in and out of her a few more times, just until you're completely out of it.
>When you break, she looks up at you, fucked silly and looking super exhausted.
>With this dopey smile on her face, she gives you one small peck, before relaxing her whole body.
>Wasting no time, you hop onto the bed and rest your head on a pillow, holding Anon right on top of you.
>You also keep yourself inside of her.
>Gotta keep the little man warm.
>She rests her head on your chest, still smiling.
>"I've waited a long, long time to do that."
>You match her own smile and sigh.
"Well, now it can become a regular thing, right?"
>She nods.
>"It damn well better be. And you better be ready to do the same in the morning- this damn heat is terrible."
>A soft, content sigh escapes her as well.
>"No homo, though... Faggot."
>A silence looms for a second, then you both laugh.
>You pull a blanket over, and she makes herself comfortable on top of you.
>"Goodnight, nigger."
"Night, cumdump."
>She snorts and softly shakes her head.
>"Yeah, if only YOU were the filly."
>You smile and slink your arms around her back, hugging her close to you.
>Man, what a great way to end Friday night.
>And while you drift off, you think, tomorrow will probably be much better.
>All because of her.

>>30273705
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/103155/wedding-problems

https://pastebin.com/gvHSsU1q

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/322570/whats-in-a-name

https://pastebin.com/YKZZMsUr

>>30273892
Thank you! I'll read these tonight.

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>>30274114
Enjoy

>>30273760

>>30265168

>>30274598
Fucking this.

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CMC TFs!

>>30274959
Great work, I always love your stuff

>>30274959
Good fucking job Sweetie Belle.

>>30260176
What makes it better than Pon-E?

>>30276205
Booze numbs pain slightly and reduces your panic threshold.

>>30276205
It doesn't stink up the room as badly as pon-e does

I want to be the little pony.
I want to walk around on hooves.
I want to be covered in soft fuzzy fur.
I want to have a cute muzzle sat below a pair of large expressive eyes.
I want a long soft tail i can flick this way and that way, curling around me when i'm cold.
I want my ears to take in everything around me, swiveling in every direction and help broadcast my mood.
I want to be with others like me, simply being able to revel in the sheer joy of being the pone.
I want to be in a self sufficient community, tucked away from the stress, worries and obligations forced upon us by modern society.
I want to start a family without having to worry about the world my children would be born into.
I just want to live, instead of existing.

Other people have simpler desires, they want to be popular, talented or live a particular life style.
Why are we cursed with impossible desires, what makes us crave that which we know is unattainable?

>>30276476
that's pretty gay

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>>30276476
Because it makes you want to dream, to aspire, Anon

You and I can make it happen
See you in your dreams, maybe?

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>>30269728
>You're still a little tired when you wake up today, but it's a little different because of one thing
>Or to be more precise, the lack of it. You don't work today!
>After a quick trip to the bathroom and a drink, you fall into the comfort of your big wooden bed, your disheveled hair looking right in place on your white fluffy pillow, with a big comforter pulled up to your chin

You're back in the place where you were before you woke up, your chestnut body covered in flour and hooves crusted with dried dough from the unbaked loaves in front of you
"Push, fold, turn! Inside the fire burns! You'll need to never stop, you'll be rising to the top!"
>God damn, that's catchy as fuck!
>You belt out your little ditty as you knead the dough into what'll become bread
>A solid hour later, with loaves a plenty and ovens fired red-hot in the early hours of the morning
>You step into the bathroom to cool off, and splash some water onto your face
>You notice that the face looking at you, it feels "natural"
>The huge baby blues framed by the tannish-white hair and the chestnut brown fur...
>It just looks... right
>After you get the loaves baking, everything seems to fade off...

>>30276619
This is nice.

>>30276476
I can't be tearing up this early in the day Anon ;~;

>>30276495
There's nothing gay about being a pony.

>>30276229
I want to get so drunk that I think I'm a pony.

Time to finish this puppy for good.

>>30189394
>By the time you wake up, Quick Quill’s already out of bed and playing with your foals in the other room.
>Although you’re sad that the likelihood of wake-up sex has been greatly reduced, you have other things to busy yourself with.
>Namely, your foals.
>You feed them and play with them with Quill for most of the morning before you tell him you’re heading off to the castle to pick up a book.
>You’re thinking about building a few extra rooms up in the attic, and you figure it’s a good idea to read up on that sort of thing, even if you’re probably just going to hire somepony to do it for you anyways.
>The walk to the castle is uneventful, even if it was a beautiful day out.
>But when you get to the castle and step into the spacious library, you notice a pony that you thought you’d never see again.
>Because her back is turned, you manage to sneak out of the room and gallop up the stairs, where you run into none other than Princess Twilight herself.
“Princess! I’m sorry for running into you, but- but-”
>Twilight gets to her hooves, not nearly as annoyed as she should be.
>”But what?”
“Starlight Glimmer’s back!”
>She doesn’t take that like you expected.
>If anything, she’s confused at your reaction, before a look of understanding flashes across her face and she laughs.
>”Oh, no, don’t worry! She isn’t dangerous anymore. She’s been reformed.”
”Reformed? What the hell does that mean?”

>>30280058
>Twilight starts down the stairs and you catch up to her as she talks.
>”Well, we had a bit of a confrontation a couple days ago, and I showed her the error of her ways. She’s deeply sorry for everything she’s done, and I’m giving her a chance to learn all about friendship. Isn’t that wonderful?”
>Wonderful?
“Seriously? You know what she did to us, right?”
>She pauses.
>”I understand you may have been hurt by her, but I think you should give her a chance, too. She’s not a bad pony anymore. If you like, you can see for yourself. I’m sure she’ll be more than willing to make amends with you and Quill.”
>As you reach the bottom of the staircase, fear turns to anger.
“She’s not going anywhere near Quill. I don’t want anything to do with her.”
>”Red Heart, I know you may still be upset with her, and I know those scars may never truly fade. But you should see this as an opportunity to find closure. Lots of the other ponies from Our Town have already met with her, and even though they were just as afraid as you are now, they came around once they met with her. I think you should try to be her friend.”
>You can tell Twilight’s guiding you back to the library, but you’re not going anywhere near her.
>Instead, you head for the ornate castle doors.
“Starlight Glimmer is not my friend. Starlight Glimmer will never be my friend.”
>The Princess’s ears droop a little.
>”I understand. But if you ever change your mind, she’s staying here in the castle under my close supervision.”
“She’s staying in Ponyville? For how long?”
>”Well, for most of the foreseeable future, that’s for sure. Don’t worry, she’s in good hooves.”
“Please don’t bring her anywhere near me. Goodbye.”
>”Goodbye, Red Heart. I hope you come around soon.”
“I won’t.”

>>30280065
>You shut the doors and lean against them, trying to catch your breath and fight back tears.
>You gallop home as fast as your hooves can take you, and as soon as you slam the door behind you Quill comes rushing into the living room.
>”You’re back! Did you get the book?”
“No. Quill, we need to get out of this town. Starlight Glimmer’s back.”
>His face turns pale.
>”Where is she?”
“Princess Twilight’s letting her stay at the castle. She’s claiming that she’s reformed, and that I should be her friend!”
>”Well, she is the princess of friendship. And Discord’s pretty harmless right now, too.”
>He puts an end to that train of thought when he sees the urgency and despair on your face.
>”But we can’t let her get anywhere near the foals.”
>You nod, tears stinging the corners of your eyes again, as Quill pulls you close and wraps his hooves around you, patting your back as you cry into his shoulder.
>”She won’t get anywhere near the foals.”
>You spend the rest of the day sulking.
>You rarely get out of bed, content with staring at the ceiling and trying to repress the memories of that horrible place.
>Quill takes care of the foals, and when he does climb into bed he holds you tight and pats your mane as you slowly drift off to sleep.
>The next day, even though you are adamantly opposed to going outside for fear of seeing Starlight Glimmer again, you still need to run errands and the like.
>Quill comes along with you, pushing a stroller with your two foals safely inside.
>You try to avoid the castle, but most roads lead to it eventually.
>And when you see Princess Twilight’s familiar gold crown poking out from a crowd ahead of you, you quickly duck into a small, desolate side street.

>>30280074
>Of course, that doesn’t stop her from teleporting in front of you once she notices you.
>”Have you thought about what I said yesterday?”
>You see Starlight Glimmer trotting over, and you shut down.
>”Princess, I don’t think now’s a good time.”
>”Are you sure?”
>At this point, your hooves are trembling, and you’d rather be on the surface of the sun than right here right now.
>”With all due respect, I’m pretty sure. We need to go.”
>Too late.
>”Twilight, is that Red Heart and Quick Quill?”
>Your head whips over and your expression can only be described as like a deer in the headlights.
>”It certainly is!”
>”I’ve been meaning to stop by and apologize for everything, but I haven’t run into either of you yet.”
>You slowly step between her and your foals.
>”I’d just like to say to both of you that I’m truly sorry for all my outbursts. That isn’t the Starlight I am now, and I’d love it if we started anew.”
>She extends a hoof towards you, and you flinch.
“I- I- I-”
>She sighs, but there’s still that familiar glint in her eyes.
>”I know it might be a lot to ask of you, but I’m sure we’d make great friends. We have so much in common, so many secrets to share…”
>She grins a very familiar grin.
>”It’d be wonderful to be your friend!”
>You almost piss yourself.
>”What do you say, Red Heart? Are you willing to give Starlight a chance?”
>You just stand there, completely unable to respond.
>Lucky for you, Quill’s always been better at expressing himself.
>”Princess, look at her. She’s terrified. What could possibly make you think that this meeting as a good idea?”
>Princess Twilight’s taken aback at first, but she stands up a little straighter once she’s decided on a response.
>”It’s my duty as the Princess of Friendship to help connect as many ponies as possible with each other.”

>>30280081
>His expression darkens.
>”Well, I won’t claim to know more about friendship than you. But some ponies are just irredeemable, and she’s one of them.”
>Starlight puts her hoof down and hangs her head.
>”Well, Red Heart, I do understand why you’re a little apprehensive.”
>She looks up and grins.
>It’s the same grin that kept you trapped for months in a constant state of fear.
>”After all, you’re only human.”
>Your eyes shrink down to pinpricks and your ears flatten themselves against your mane.
>Twilight cocks her head.
>”What’s a human?”
“We’re leaving!”
>You turn and gallop down the street, and Quill trots after you, still pushing the stroller.
>By the time he makes it home, you’re already frantically throwing your possessions in boxes and stacking them in the living room.
>”Red Heart, what in Tartarus is going on?”
“We’re leaving. We need to get out of here right now.”
>He trots away to put your foals back into their cribs, and when he returns he looks more than a little upset.
>He sits down on the sofa and invites you to lie down next to him.
>Well, with a face like that, how can you say no?
>You rest your head on his lap and he pets your mane as you start to bawl.
>”Sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here for you. I saw it too.”
“Y-You d-did?”
>”Of course I did. A pony’s eyes are the windows to the soul, and hers hasn’t changed a bit.”
“W-We need to get out of here.”
>”I know, sweetie. But first you need to lie down. Can you make it to the bedroom?”
“I think so.”
>”Then let’s go there.”
>He leads you into the room, pulling the curtains over the window and lying down next to you, holding you in a wordless embrace.
>You cry into his fur until you can’t cry anymore as he comforts you in the darkened room.
>”Feeling better now?”
“Yeah.”
>You sneak a small kiss and he smiles.
“I love you.”
>”I love you too.”

>>30280089
>He wraps a foreleg around you and you look into his eyes.
>His perfect eyes.
>”We can leave tonight if you want to. The movers can ship out our furniture to wherever we decide to go.”
>You manage a nod.
>”But there is one thing I’m curious about.”
“Yeah?”
>”What’s a human?”
>You immediately tense up, and Quill takes notice.
>And instead of grilling you, he pulls you into a hug and pats your back.
>”It’s okay. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“N-No, I need to.”
>”Why’s that?”
>You pull out of the hug and look away.
“I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely honest with you.”
>He raises an eyebrow.
“I’m…”
>”You’re what, sweetie? You know you can tell me anything.”
>You sigh.
”I’m not really a pony.”
>Although he still looks caring and compassionate, he backs away a little.
>”Are you a changeling then?”
>He’s clearly cautious and more than a little nervous.
>And it breaks your heart.
“No, no! I’m not a changeling. I don’t even know what those things are. I’m a human. Or at least I used to be.”
>Your eyes dart to anything in the room besides Quill.
“I woke up in the middle of the woods one day on a completely different planet, and I wandered into Our Town. Starlight turned me into a pony and told me to cheer you up. That’s how we met.”
>You bury your head in a pillow and a few tears escape you.
“If you’re scared of me now that’s okay. I won’t blame you if you leave without me.”
>You lie there terrified of what he might say or what he might think of you now.
>But instead of saying anything, he pulls you into a comforting and familiar embrace.

>>30280103
>”You know I love you, right?”
“O-Of course.”
>You look up into his eyes and he smiles.
>God, you love that smile.
>”And I always will. I don’t care who you used to be, because I’m in love with who you are now.”
“Oh, Quill…”
>”Now let’s get out of Ponyville.”
>He goes to get up, but you pull him back with a hoof.
“Quill?”
>”What is it, my love?”
>You draw him into a hug and whisper into his ear.
“Will you marry me?”
>He doesn’t respond at first, and your mind is back to racing.
>But all the fear stops when you feel his lips against yours.
>And when he finally breaks the kiss, the way he stares into your eyes leaves you breathless.
>”Of course I will.”

And it’s done. I know it isn’t really much of an ending, and there are still quite a few more storylines to explore (and foals to have) but I was starting to lose interest in writing this, so I figured I should just move on instead of drawing it out for too much longer. I hope it was as good to read as it was to write, even though it took an unbelievable amount of time to write it.

I’ll be back soon with another story or two.

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>>30280109
It was a great story.

>>30280109
Good fucking work, ranger
You deserve your rest

>>30280103
I'm glad she was able to come clean about her past.

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>>30280109
Losing interest yet gave the story closure anyway?
Out-fucking-standing.
>Revealed past to Quill, he didnt overreact.
Quill confirmed best husbando.
>Clear as fuck hints that Glimmer's hit everyone with a form of mind control.
Aligns perfectly with my headcanon / 10.

>>30280109
That was a solid finish. Great job as always, Ranger!

>>30280109
This story has left me with a burning need to be the maternal mare.

I'm glad that they finally decided to tie the knot.

10/10 I look forward to your next story

>You get to become a pony
>A pony gets to come in you

Worth it?

>>30282640
Only way for it to be worth it.