Pony Transformation General

>>30317662
>>A pony walks out of a bar
Why the long face?

>>30317685
>>And the pony says
"I've been turned into a little horse"

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If you succ the horse cock will you turn into a horse?

CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30297528) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/r3bvSkey

>Relinquishing the radio to the shadows of the cruiser’s floor, I swung my feet over the center console, striking a blow to the computer that had belonged to my partner… once…
>The laptop’s thick case took it well, but the brackets holding it snapped pitifully, the whole assembly tumbling to the floor and allowing my feet to rest unimpeded on the driver’s seat
>With the door gradually creaking open in the feeble grasp of the orange Pegasus’ muzzle, I shifted my position, aimed, and kicked towards the center of the door as hard as I could
>My sole met at high speed with a loud thump and a sickening crack, the sudden impulse flinging it wide open as the Pegasus behind crumpled backwards, her ears dropping from view
>Rolling into the driver’s seat, I quickly peeked my head out the door in search of the remainder of the furry horde, my gaze meeting the indigo eyes of my former partner near the car’s rear
>He was frozen, stunned by the sudden assault on his friend in what should have otherwise been a simple task – ‘just open the door and hug the unfriendly man inside’
>Beneath the door’s bottom edge, I couldn’t see anything more than one of the Pegasus mare’s twitching hindlegs and some errant strands of tail hair, though I didn’t dwell on her fate
>She was the source of half of this mess, and had gone back on her word when I was willing to lay my own humanity down to save someone else!
>Even if the retraction of her hoof towards her body was a precedence of curling up to die, I didn’t feel like…
>Well, okay, I didn’t want her to die of course; that was a bit extreme…
>At the very least, her creepy infecting days might be over, which was exactly what I wanted from her and all the other ponies!

>>30317944
>A din of hooves clacking all around the cruiser rose up as her three friends hurried to investigate the fallen comrade, but I didn’t pay them any attention
>Focusing on escaping the persisting danger that they actively posed, I swiftly reached around the door and removed the key still residing there
>Slamming the door shut, I swiped at the lock to reestablish confidence in my automotive fortress, praying that it would double as an escape vehicle
>The key slid into the ignition, and with a twist, the engine revved out a choked melody in stubborn refusal to start, each turn of the key enticingly elevating my hopes before failing
>Come on, come on you bucket of bolts…
>Focused intently on my white-knuckled grip around the key, I didn’t notice the shadows shifting outside until the clamor of hooves on the car’s hood caught my attention
>With a cold chill running down my spine, I found myself staring face-to-face at the gritted teeth of the orange Pegasus
>She breathed deeply, head lowered with blood streaming from her nostrils, dripping onto the windshield in a steadily pitter-pattering rhythm
>“I’ve been trying to make this crystal clear: becoming a pony was the best thing to ever happen to me – to us – and we’re working so, so hard to share this gift with everyone”
>“But you, possibly the most morally sound of all people I’ve had the pleasure to meet, are the one who keeps standing in our way – We’d THOUGHT you were a good person!”
>She paused, the momentary silence punctuated by another clash of keratin on metal as the scarlet mare leaped to join her on the hood of the cruiser
>“This. Ends. Now.”

>>30317956
>Suddenly, the Pegasus spun around on her forehooves, aligned her hind legs with the windshield, tipped forward, and bucked downwards with all her might
>A deafening crunch accompanied her direct hit, my eyes unconsciously flinching shut as they were peppered by fine pieces of glass ejected from the windshield
>With little delay, I winced again upon hearing a second hit resonate from the area near where the scarlet mare been standing
>Opening my eyes narrowly, I saw the distorted refractions of the tensing ponies through the cracked glass, which despite its damage had remained unbreached
>Two pairs of hoof-shaped marks full of obliterated glass were visible on what had once been a dutifully polished windshield, a web of cracks snaking outwards from the impact points
>Tall tales at the station had left me unconvinced that the laminated window would stop a bullet, but the thin plastic film was evidently strong enough to catch a volley equine kicks
>As the cruiser’s suspension lurched forward with the shifting mares, I raised my arms and flinched in preparation for another onslaught
>All four hind hooves crashed into the glass at the same moment, a massive crack making itself apparent between the impacts, as the weakening glass shuddered and bounced noticeably
>With my confidence rapidly waning in the millimeter of plastic standing between myself and ponydom, I raised one arm over my face and set the other to work on turning the key
>Come on you gas-guzzling bastard, after all the work the mechanics did every day to keep you in tip-top shape!
>The engine revved for slightly longer, but nonetheless sputtered, another coordinated crash of hooves echoing through the interior as nickel-sized pieces of coated glass fell into my lap
>Come on, come on! Start, damn it!

>>30317964
>I didn’t look up, desperately turning the key again as hooves danced audibly on the car’s hood in preparation for another strike, the windshield sagging and shrouded with cracks
>With the key torqued commandingly, the engine sputtered out its familiar song for a few moments before finally turning over, its triumphant purr rising in pitch as it roared to life
>No sooner had I withdrawn my hand from the steering column than I suffered through another cacophony of crashes and the twinkling of CD-sized shards of glass in my lap
>Throwing the cruiser into reverse, I almost failed to notice the hoof protruding several inches into the car’s interior, the orange fur and sharp glass around it doused in blood
>I jammed my foot on the gas pedal, tires squealing briefly as the cruiser began to accelerate backwards
>The scarlet mare’s face quickly changed to one of frightened surprise as her hooves slipped on the smooth metal of the hood, a short jig preceding her gentle tumble off the front
>The Pegasus, on the other hand, wasn’t so fortunate as her mane began to flutter in the increasingly lively night wind, her hoof still caught on the tight opening in the windshield
>Amidst the bellowing engine, she twisted her spine to face me, sporting a resolute expression that silently said ‘you’re not getting away – not from me’
>She yelped as the cruiser bumped a few inches over a curb, piercing shards of glass undoubtedly driving into her vulnerable flesh as a drop of blood rolled down the windshield

>>30317974
>With the glow of streetlamps rolling by faster and faster, I errantly glanced back at whatever the hell we were hurtling towards, quickly acquiring the row of shops looming into view
>They ran perpendicular at the end of the road, an unbroken wall of storefronts and uninspiring blocky windows, each segment painted its own pastel color and crowned with an ugly cornice
>It was gradually easier to resolve the flowerboxes adorning some windows, and while we weren’t exactly hitting the speed limit in reverse, the hundred yard gap was quickly evaporating
>The Pegasus seemed to have seen the buildings as well, for when I turned to face her again, she remained determined, but with tears welling up at the corners of her eyes
>The cruiser hit another curb, shaking another drop of blood and a tear free as the Pegasus cried out again
>Little pony, I’m probably going to hit these buildings at this rate, but I am NOT going to let you gore yourself on this window just to prove a point!
>Releasing my foot from the gas pedal, I steadied the steering wheel with one hand and gripped the protruding base of her hoof with the other
>Hurriedly finagling it to find the path of least resistance against the glass, I gave her a solid shove before she even had time to fully register what I was doing
>With wide, startled eyes, her hooves skipped across the car’s hood, Pegasus instincts taking over as her wings shot outwards, catching the air while she began to sail skywards

>>30317982
>My head swiveled around just in time to see the shops swallowing my view, but with no time to do much else
>I was thrown in my seat as the cruiser’s suspension jerked through the roadside curb, garbage cans, bushes, and the front of a tiny parking lot
>With my foot floating unreachably over the brake, I yanked the steering wheel to the side, but all it did was spare one shop at the expense of another as the cruiser hurtled backwards
>Any folks in town who know their local history will tell you that Johnnyboy’s Liquors has been consistently in business for well over a century – even through Prohibition as a drugstore
>Worthy of note, during World War I the owner personally gifted General Pershing a bottle of whiskey that he shared with English commanders upon arriving at the Western Front
>The front & interior of Johnnyboy’s Liquors had been rebuilt entirely after the fire of 1953, renovated about once a decade since, and even now sported a clean coat of fresh white paint
>…and it took less than two seconds for my cruiser to crash through the windows and door, demolish the front counter and shelves, and destroy thousands of dollars’ worth of alcohol
>Folding the deflating airbag out of the way, I popped my door open and rolled out, sliding onto the wine-soaked tile floor with a distinct lack of grace
>My ears were ringing, my head was throbbing, blood flowed steadily from a cut on my shoulder, and the hand that had been in contact with the Pegasus had gone numb
>Glancing at its splayed form resting on the ground, I waited for my double vision to recede before concluding that a total of three fingernails had taken on an alien shade of blue

>>30317990
>It was hauntingly beautiful, the early manifestation of hooves visually complementing the fur on my arm nicely, though as the sensation of touch returned, my hand was very stiff
>Flexing the fingers slowly, they still moved difficultly as individual units, but the comparative ease with which they moved together presented a starkly equine symptom
>As my other muscles recovered from the shock, I clutched a broken shelf and hoisted myself to my feet, making a halfhearted effort to brush away the shards of glass plunged into my arm
>My hearing returned just in time to make out my own cries of pain amidst the klaxon of the burglary alarm
“Ow, God! Fuck, FUCK! Ahhhh, son of a bitch!”
>This was a harsh reminder that a plethora of open wounds didn’t mix smoothly with an alcohol soak – at least I’d be safe from 99.99% of infections…
>As my focus promptly returned to the aggressive infection in the 0.01% which I feared the most, I glanced at the gaping hole in the storefront opened by the cruiser
>Water sputtered from a broken pipe and a thin veil of dust masked a bit of the world beyond, but as steady wind currents drifted through the store, clearly not much stood in the ponies’ way
>The pair of Pegasi were systematically weaving through the sky, and a nearing rhythm of hoofsteps in the parking lot renewed the adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream
>Frantically scanning for an escape route, I spied a sturdy metal door at the back of the store, its slightly tarnished façade ornamented by a pair of Jäger ads
>“Looks like you spilled a whole bunch of perfectly good drinks, friend!”

>>30318000
>Vaulting over a rudimentary barrier of beer cases, I lunged for the metal door’s handle, praising God that it hadn’t been locked as the latch responded with a click and flew open
>With the light switch not immediately in sight, I slammed the door closed with all the force in my torso and laboriously struggled to lock its knob & deadbolt in the darkness
>Where the hell was that light switch? I sure hope it wasn’t outside the room; I didn’t see one there…
>All I’d seen in my briefly illuminated glimpse were innumerable cases of booze framed by the unfinished cinder blocks of a small storage room
>Beers, wines, a wide selection of spirits… I could seriously use a drink right now, but it was far too difficult to relax in my current situation
>Instead, I fully committed myself to tracing my sweaty palms along the rough walls in the darkness
>There had to be something here - even if I couldn’t find a light switch, there might be another door leading out… or… come to think of it… leading in…
>Through the wall, I could hear the tinny echoes of numerous sets of hooves on tile, the ponies congregating just beyond the door
>“You’re sure he went in there - in this storage room?”
>A few firm, metallic taps were discernable against the door, followed by a halfhearted kick by that couldn’t induce either of the door’s locks to audibly flinch, let alone fail
>“Yeah, but there’s no way we can get to him through these walls; I’m not even going to bother!”
>I felt a wave of relief as the latter exclamation sang out like music to my ears
>Breathing a forceful exhale, I leaned my hand against the wall and relaxed my muscles, hands gradually shaking away their anxiety
>It had been a long night, and ending it locked in a room with literal gallons of beer was… the last way I’d expected it to end

>>30318004
>Shit, I didn’t deserve this…
>Pretty much as a direct result of my actions – and inactions – two people were now ponies, one of them being a citizen I’d sworn to protect, the other being my own partner
>I couldn’t help but wonder whether I’d made the right call by never pulling the trigger when I had the chance to, even when I was backed into a corner
>If I’d had valor when I needed it, the orange Pegasus and the red stallion would have been the end of it, instead of the four ponies now here
>I blew a lock of mane out of my face, silently cursing myself that it was more like four and a half ponies after what the orange Pegasus did to me
>I guess the question becomes what’ll happen to them when other authorities arrive on the scene…
>Will they be treated as a job to be dealt with by armed police, or just animal control?
>God, I hope it’s the latter…
>I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing I’d effectively killed my partner without firing a bullet – hell, more like BECAUSE I didn’t fire any bullets…
>Drawing the pistol from the holster’s curves amid the darkness, I studied the gliding of smooth metal as I removed the magazine, still just as heavy as when I’d loaded it this afternoon
>Quickly disinterested, I reassembled the gun a moment later and dropped it back into the holster, finding it strangely more comfortable there than when it had been in my hand
>Sighing, I resigned myself to the noble task of getting plastered, preferably until sleep would take me
>The authorities outside would deal with the snuggly group far better than I had, and by morning when the store owners broke me out of here, everything will have calmed down
>I gave up on finding any light switch and couldn’t remember seeing any good booze on the way in, but as my eyes adjusted, their focus settled on a bottle of rum resting on the floor
>Cheers…

>>30318010
>Reaching for it in the darkness, I raised it to eye level and surveyed its label for telling characteristics about its quality, and more importantly, its alcohol content
>O…S, R… Original Spiced Rum… Original Spiced Rum, crafted and distilled with the finest of Caribbea-
“What the hell…”
>Just a moment ago, the label had been practically unreadable in the dark room, its cinder block walls impermeable to visible light
>Rapidly, the bottle had begun to glow, lines and edges on its label sharpening and becoming brilliantly legible as the golden liquid inside faintly glistened
>For a split second, I noticed the light wasn’t limited to the bottle in my hand, the entire room glowing brightly amid a buzzing noise, before the darkness snapped back
>Did one of the ponies try to turn on the lights from outside the room and blow a bulb?
>As night reigned again, I raised the bottle’s label to within inches of my eye, but with my newfound inability to discern even the large, bold lettering, I uneasily set it on the floor
>The silence was oppressive, as even the ponies outside the storage room door had apparently left me in quiet solitude to listen to little more than the rhythm of my own heartbeat
>Thump… thump… thumpthump… thumpthump…
>A drop of sweat rolled down my cheek as I realized a second heartbeat was with me… somewhere in the darkness
>“Hello, friend…”
>Frozen in fear, I couldn’t properly respond as my knees shivered and gave out, falling to a seated position in a small alcove between a stack of cardboard boxes and… something else
>Something… softer…
>My mind raced as the unmistakable plodding of sinister hoofsteps clicked in the darkness toward the opposite side of the cramped room

>>30318020
>Faintly, but still casting enough light for her to be seen, the horn of a white unicorn pony began to glow insidiously near the far wall
>She was smiling warmly, confidently, her delicate eyelashes fluttering each time her cartoonish eyes blinked
>“It means a lot to me that you didn’t use your ‘magic’ against my friends; you’re a good person…”
>Without conscious thought, I frantically moved to draw my service weapon, only to feel my hand swipe uselessly against the holster a few times
>“…and I know you’re going to make a great Pegasus”
>Seeking the source of the hindrance, I looked down to find my arm fully coated in dense blue fur, fingers fused together as the equine hoof knocked uselessly against the holster
>I winced in my sore efforts to raise it for closer inspection, promptly noticing that my mobility had drastically declined
>The arm was most comfortable directly in front of my body, and generally refused my commands, swinging useless at the air
>It wouldn’t be able to dexterously open the deadbolt and knob if I were to get myself out of here, and my other arm didn’t inspire considerably more confidence
>The other arm clicked and cramped painfully as I tried to reach for the holster across my body, coming up just a few woeful inches short – so close, yet so far…
>“Ah, a gift for me?”
>With a new glimmer of bright light enveloping the side of my hip, the pistol began to animatedly shift inside the holster, seemingly of its own volition
>I tried to roll my body and swung my hoof ineffectively as the weapon began to float through the air, its form loosely wrapped in a glowing aura that matched the unicorn’s horn

>>30318035
>Levitating the weapon across the room, she held it in a telekinetic grip in front of herself, deftly admiring the shimmering reflection of its silvery components
>To my surprise, she recognized the risks of arbitrarily pointing the muzzle, aiming it downwards and away from each of us while she inspected it
>“My name’s Daisy by the way”
>Please Daisy… please give me my pistol back when you’re done looking at it…
>I wanted to verbally ask her if she’d be so kind as to return it, but as my body shook with immobilizing dread, I knew that wasn’t going to be possible in my current state
>And forget about fighting for it when my arms… forelegs… wouldn’t be able to throw punches anyways
>An unpleasant metallic rattling echoed through the cramped room, and for a moment, I feared Daisy was about to hit the trigger and lodge a bullet into one of the beer cases in the corner
>Instead, she released the magazine, negligently letting it tumble to the floor, and pulled back the slide, ejecting a cartridge that likewise fell carelessly downwards
>Trying to untangle the knot in my throat, I coughed and breathed in forcefully
“D-Daisy, I-I-I think you… broke it… Let me see those pieces… please”
>She tilted her head towards me and gave an incredulous smirk, angling the empty pistol so I could see its profile clearly in the soft glow radiating from her horn
>“Clementine Breeze told me about these on our walk into town. I knew NOTHING about these a couple hours ago and can tell you they’re supposed to do that; what’s your excuse?”
>Apathetically tossing the pistol a couple feet into the air, she let it drop with a resonant clang that prompted me to flinch and Daisy’s ears to briefly flatten against her head

>>30318042
>Carefully orchestrating every aspect of the show she was putting on, she levitated the loaded magazine into plain view for me to watch
>“Now, I think these hold somewhere around a fifteen rounds, right?”
>The removal of a cartridge from the magazine was announced by audible sliding of metal against metal, followed by a sharp plinking as the unfired cartridge came to rest on the ground
>“Well, that makes two!”
“Daisy, please give me my pistol and magazine back”
>Plink…
>“Threeeee…”
“Please, I’m serious!”
>Plink…
>“Four…”
>This was about much more than her simply getting dust on the equipment I’d worked so hard to keep polished and maintained for years, and we both knew it
>This was about her methodically taking away the last means I truly had of fighting back, one agonizing step at a time
>Even if I hadn’t been someone to take the shot in any situation before, she was fully aware what the simple presence of the loaded firearm symbolized
>It made for a playing field where there would be consequences if she really went too far… Without it, nothing was out of bounds…
“Daisy, I really don’t feel comfortable with this! Please! I promise I wouldn’t hurt you!”
>Plink…
>“It’s for both of our safeties… just relax… I want to show you that you can trust me… can you do that… for me?”
>I wanted to… I desperately wanted to… I hardly had a choice… but while her eyes continually failed to unmask what I suspected were her true emotions, how could I?
“Daisy, please, this is stealing… You stole that pistol from me. Good friends don’t steal from each other!”
>“Maybe from your perspective, but it’s not going anywhere; I’m just borrowing this for a bit”
>Plink…
>“Six…”

>>30318057
>I couldn’t bear this a moment longer
>With muscles twitching and heart racing, I shifted forward onto the balls of my feet and desperately tried to dive forward, instead falling to the floor violently as my feet snagged
>Glancing back at them, I found my feet engulfed in a bright glowing aura, radiant light spilling onto my lower legs and the surrounding floor
>Attempting to thrash my legs, even after throwing the rest of my body into it, made a lot of noise against the nearby cardboard boxes but failed to move my feet even an inch
>As a few lonely cans of beer tumbled to the floor, I found my movements gradually relaxing in a dejected mix of fatigue and failure
>I reached out weakly with my hand, silently praying that it would somehow reach my equine dominator and the magazine she held
>Plink…
>“Seven…”
>Our eyes became fixed as they met each other’s with a stark contrast of emotion
>Naturally, I couldn’t see my own eyes in the absence of a mirror, but even if I had one it would’ve been hard to see my terrified appearance through the tears rapidly welling up
>Hers were filled with an unexpectedly friendly coziness, the expressive equivalent of returning home to a crackling fire on a cold winter night
>Plink…
>“Eight…”
>But as warm & welcoming as fires can be, they can also burn you badly if you’re not careful…
>Plink…
>“Nine…”

>>30318068
>I sniffled as a tear rolled down my cheek, the realization dawning on me that if Daisy wanted, this could be the last thing I’d ever see
>Or maybe the last thing I’d see would be the inside of a blindfold before starting life as a broodmare for a half-dozen Pegasus foals…
>Or maybe an anesthetic mask and the harsh fluorescent lights lining the surgical room in an off-the-books government facility…
>There was no way I could know or even imagine what was on the other side…
“Daisy… please… I’m scared for what’s to come… it’s just you and me here right now… please… please… I can trust you, can’t I?”
>She nodded her approval slowly, almost imperceptibly, as she bore the slightest trace of a lopsided smile
>“Of course you can… little pony”
>Plink… Plink… Plink…
>As I silently counted the final cartridges of the fifteen-round magazine, Daisy’s horn gradually dimmed, her need for light and telekinetic force slowly dissipating
>Plink… Plink… Plink…
>When the last round fell, my body tensed up and my heart raced as the last of the room’s light faded away, becoming darker, more sinister, than I’d ever remembered it

Will our intrepid hero become a pony favorably?
Will the rest of the city’s police force converge to stop the cuddly horde?
Will ANYONE step in to clean up all this spilled booze?
Tune in next week, when Cuddly Doom returns on the evening of Monday June 19th, to find out!

>>30318077
Damn Daisy is scary
I love this though, you have no idea how happy I get every time I see it update

>>30318077
>torturing the poor guy when he's terrified out of his mind and locked in a room with her while half ponified already.
This isnt friendship daisy, this isnt friendship at all.

>>30318077
You can't stop the cuddles.

>>30318172
I love how he's writing her, and how we've seen that she's nowhere near as innocent as she seemed at the beginning of the story

>>30318077
I kinda like the idea of this dude just sitting there, holding a knife or broken bottle to his throat, pressing it so hard blood is ozzeing out, holding himself hostage to keep them at bay as the first responders show up and are all ponified or things just progressively get worse for the poor sod.

>>30318077
>ywn MOAB cuddly ponies

>>30317824
You have to eat all the sperm or do anal

I want to be a dumb bimbo horse

>>30318077
He fuuuucked

>>30317714
That should be a reason for joy not sadness.

Eris is kill?! What happened?

>>30316647
>When I wake up there’s already a bowl of oat meal in front of me
>…A pet bowl
>Blue and plastic with horse shoes printed on it
>This is actually happening
>It’s not some dream
>Someone is going to come in and just buy me
>.and then they can do WHATEVER they want to me
>Various scenarios are running through my head
>Those animal abuse commercials start running though my head, but with me instead of some dog
>I reach out to grab at the kennels door only to be reminded that I no longer have hands
>My panicked attempt at standing resulted me me falling backward into the kennel
“No, No” I hissed
>This can’t be happening
>This isn’t happening
>My chest began to burn as my lungs spun into overdrive
>It’s like someone parked a car on my chest
>I can’t speak, and I can’t move, all I can do is lay there with my eyes pressed shut and cry
>I don’t know how long it I’m like this, but eventually I do calm down
>If “calm” is the right way to describe it
>My life is pretty much over at this point; all I can do is wait for the inevitable
>People come and go from the kennel
>Some of the ponies wait anxiously for new people to come in
>I’m am not one of those ponies
>I sit curled up in the back of my kennel, trying as hard as I can to wake up from this nightmare

>>30320104
>After a while I hear the sound I’ve been dreading, a pair of footsteps stopping in front of my pen
>”He looks so sad master”
>Master?
>I look up to see a man accompanied by a grey Pegasus
>The man nods
>”He kind of reminds me of you when I first found you”
>It takes me a moment to realize I’ve stood up and begun to slowly walk towards them
>The man smiles at me “It’s ok little guy, come here”
>He kneels down and gestures for me to come closer
>”You had a rough day, I can tell. It’s alright”
>As I reach the cage door he sticks his fingers through the bars
>Without thinking I sniff at them, they have a mellow, calming sent about them
>”Why don’t you say hi Lightning?”
>The grey stallion slips in and prods his snoot through the bars
>I press mine against his as he slowly exhales through his nose
>We sit like this for a moment, sharing our breaths
>The exercise proves fare more calming than it has any right to be
>After a moment Lightning pulls away, eliciting as small unintentional whimper on my part
>”Can you speak little guy?”
>I swallow hard
“Y-yes…”
>Lighting turns to his owner with a begging expression
>”Master can you get him please? He looks so sad here”
>His Master draws himself up and looks at me with a calculating gaze
>Lightning is at his side, sitting on his haunches with his forelegs dangling in front of me
>The man glances at his pet, and then at me, then he lets out a chuckle
>”Oh I suppose”
>I let out a sigh of relief
>”You sit there like a good boy, I have some people things to get done before I take you home”
>”Yes master”
>I blink in surprise, not just in the statement but in the desperation I put behind it
>Master flashes a smug grin and heads back out with Lightning in tow

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>>30320110
>I sit and wait for him to come back
>And wait
>And wait…
>He’s coming back isn’t he?
>What if he forgot about me?
>Or changed his mind?
>I guess I’ll-
>My train of thought is interrupted by the kennel door swinging open
>Master and Lighting follow a worker in
“Master you came back!”
>”Of course I did Moonglow, your my pet after all”
>A shiver runs down my spine
>Moonglow
>I guess that’s my new name
>A pet name
>the worker unlocks the cage door
>”Look what I’ve got for you”
>He holds up a white collar, complete with a set of tags
“T-thank you master”
>I press my ears against my neck
>Master frowns at me
>”Now where is all that enthusiasm I saw earlier?”
“I’m sorry master! I-I’ll do better I promise”
>The worker clears their throat
>”He just came in last night so he may not be entirely stable right now. If you want we can hold him a few days and give him some time to adjust”
>I whimper at the thought of spending another moment here
>”No I’ll take him. You’ll be a good boy won’t you”
“Yes master, I’ll be a good boy” I say as I cling to his leg
>”Shh, shh. It’s going to be ok Moon” he says as he scoops me up
>”Now lets get you home, don’t you want to go home?”
>I nod franticly
>He leans in and kisses me on the forehead
>”Then let’s go home”
>With that he carries me out the building and into his car
>He places me in the back seat with Lightning and starts driving

>>30320122
Felt a little rushed into him using the term
Master, but a nice take on the scene. Looking forward to seeing more.

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>>30320005
It had better not be dead.

>>30320122
I'm glad Moonglow and Lightning get the nice pampering they deserve instead of getting experimented on.

>>30320538
They took it off the OP!

>>30320606
It wasn't updated in the previous thread. That's the general criterion for being linked in the OP.

>>30320718
Still, it's a brand new story

>>30320831
I'm not pretending it's a perfect algorithm but it's relatively fair and easy to apply. No snub was intended.

>>30299468
I am excited about this story, and want to know what happened with the changelings in Colorado.

>>30299424
>>April, who’s currently speaks up.
What what?

To put a bit of a twist on the mute pony theme, what if there were a little mare who refused at all costs to speak because her former manly voice had remained unaffected by her transformation.

>>30304991
Sweet. I want to see more of Anon's adventures in being the slutty mare.

>>30320536
My idea is that Moonglow is rather suggestible right now, and on top of that he didn't want to screw up his chance to get out of there

>>30316647
>then something very unpleasant happened
That's a couple of your other stories in a nutshell. Hope this one goes a bit better for the ponies.

>>30318905
That can happen if you catch the right virus from another bimbo mare.

>>30321127
That's just depressing.

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>>30317662
The hypno thread put together some new stuff, one for pony here.
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLB1aTGJQExGJrXNctOj7HeHTlicVmt8O5

>It had been two years since the changes
>Millions had been effected
>Some cities still burned from warring factions
>The ones that weren't radioactive
>Those were S.T.A.L.K.E.R. LARP grounds
>But through it all, you've stayed in your little non-cuck, lead-covered shed in the forest
>With a bag of collars in tow, you set out to fulfill your life's dream
>To finally have a little horsie harem

>>30320122
I'm going to start imagining that your two characters exist in a multiverse throughout which they play out every role in every pony transformation story from Anon and Twilight to Zephyr and her master.

When you die would you rather have your brain placed in a robotic pony, or take a gamble and see if you are reincarnated as a pony?

>>30322780
Take the robot. If whatever cosmic forces assign bodies didn't give you a pony the first time why would they get it right the second time? You can't rely on that. Take matters into your own (mechanical) hooves.

>>30322780
>implying rapid advancements in technology during your lifetime won't make pony tf as common as plastic surgery or ear piercings

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>>30322893
Nah, magical transformation is where it's at.

>>30299468
Time for more green.

>You wake up the next morning dreading everything and everyone you’ll likely end up facing today.
>If last night was anything to go by, your housemates upstairs are probably restless and incredibly needy.
>After a couple minutes of deliberating whether or not to just go back to sleep, you reluctantly crawl out of bed.
>You head into the kitchen to make some coffee and have a quick breakfast, checking the news on your phone.
>There hasn’t been a repeat of the Colorado incident just yet, which you sort of expected.
>That shit doesn’t really happen twice.
>Then there are the usual reports of looting, kidnapping, and so on.
>You expected that shit too.
>Luckily, your location being firmly in the middle of one of Phoenix’s vast and well-off suburbs, you doubt you’ll be on the receiving end of any real violence.
>Unless you count the possible sexual assault from your housemates; that’s almost an absolute certainty.
>Come to think of it, you should probably make everyone else some breakfast, too.
>But you still have no idea what any of them actually want to eat.
>Coffee and toast it is.
>Sure, it isn’t exactly the breakfast of champions, but the virus is still technically a strain of the flu, so upset stomachs are definitely a possibility if you try to make anything too crazy.
>You put your empty mug in the sink and start preparing the trays of food.
>When you’re finished, you hesitantly creep upstairs, making your way across the second floor until you reach the first of five bedrooms.
>Time to play nurse.
>You knock on the door and, after a few seconds, you get a response.
>”Anon? Is that you?”
“Yeah. Can I come in?”
>”S-Sure, just a second.”

>>30323370
>You hear the soft patter of hoofsteps on carpet before Chris opens the door.
>The first thing you notice is how unbelievably adorable he is.
>As far as ponies go, he’s on the smaller side, and his long bangs coupled with a pair of doe eyes make for some weapons-grade cuteness.
>The second thing you notice is the smell of female arousal wafting out the room.
>Looks like he’s definitely not a he anymore.
“I made you breakfast.”
>”Oh, thanks! Do you want to come in?”
>Another look at her pleading eyes completely shatters any objections you may have had.
“Alright, fine. If I haven’t been infected by now I’m probably immune.”
>”Lucky bastard.”
>She trots over to her bed and flops down on her back, sighing in discomfort.
>You decide to take a seat on her plush desk chair on the other side of the room, setting her tray of food down next to you.
“So how are you feeling?”
>”Fine.”
>She’s clearly not fine.
>You almost wonder what’s keeping her from pouncing on you, which is clearly what she’d rather be doing with you right now.
“How are you dealing with the-”
>”It’s fine!”
>She quickly sits up, her long brown tail swishing across her backside to try and cover up her goods, but she quickly collects herself and sinks back into the bed, hind legs splayed out in the air.
>She looks over at you and shifts her legs, giving you a very good look at what she’s got between her legs.
>Her tail swishes as her clit winks at you, eliciting a soft moan from her other lips.
>”Fuck, Anon, you have no idea how bad this feels.”
>You look away from the show she’s putting on and your eyes rest on a pile of phallic objects in the corner: hairbrushes, bottles of shampoo, and the like.
”Look, I’d love to stay, but I need to go check on-”
>”Fuck me.”
“Chris, snap out of it.”
>”I can’t! I’ve tried everything. Nothing can get rid of this heat!”

>>30323378
>You get up and slowly start to make your way over to the door.
>She immediately notices and lets out a long whine, a light green hoof travelling down to her eager folds.
>”C’mon, man, help a friend out.”
“Sorry Chris, but I need to take care of everyone else first. I’ll be back in a minute.”
>”Please, don’t leave~”
>You ignore her pleas and shut the door behind you, trying to put the image of your childhood friend begging for sex out of your head.
>Right across the hallway is Mac’s room, so you grab another tray and knock on his door next.
”You up?”
>”Yep.”
“I made you something to eat. Can you open the door?”
>”Sure, just gimme a second.”
>It doesn’t take him long to unlock the door and invite you inside.
>If Chris was a little mare, Mac is a big stallion.
>His cream coat and his pepper-colored mane, on top of his well-built frame, gives him a hell of a presence.
>Once again, you’re hit with the smell of arousal as soon as you enter the room, but this time, it’s different.
>It’s more powerful, more dominant.
>It makes your mind hazy and your thoughts fuzzy.
>You set the tray down on the nightstand and turn to get the hell out of here before you do something you might regret.
>”And just where do you think you’re going?”
>You turn around and immediately wish you hadn’t.
>He’s sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs spread and his package bobbing in the air.
>And it’s certainly one hell of a package.
>You haven’t ever seen a horsecock up close and in person before, and you were hoping to keep it that way.
>But the way it twitches and bobs, pre dripping down his mottled skin…
>It’s almost captivating.

>>30323385
>”Now, come on, don’t be so scared. I just want to give you a little reward, that’s all.”
“Mac, s-snap out of it. I’m not going to fuck you.”
>”Oh, I’ll be the one doing the fucking here. Now come on, I know you want to~”
>He gestures down to his stiff package with a hoof and grins.
“No, I don’t. I’m not interested.”
>”And what makes you say that? Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Anon.”
“Mac, horses aren’t my fetish. It isn’t you, Chris tried to get me to fuck, too. I’m here to take care of you until this bug is gone, and that’s it.”
>”Well, maybe mares just aren’t your thing. Come on, Anon, just a lick. You haven’t stopped staring at it since you got in here.”
>It’s true, you haven’t.
>And what’s the harm in a little taste?
>It’s not like nobody else is giving into the pheromones that come with the disease.
>Hell, everyone does things they wouldn’t normally do when they’re sick.
>Even though you’re not sick yet.
>”Nobody has to know. Now come on, I know you want to~”
>You quickly stop yourself from licking your lips and sigh.
“O-Okay, fine. But just one lick, I can’t come down with this bug.”
>He grins as you take a hesitant step towards his waiting cock and away from the door.
>”Just one lick.”
>As you’re drawn closer to him, your mind starts to grow fuzzier.
>Once you reach the edge of the bed, you get down on your knees, your face inches from his twitching dick.
>The musk wafting off it is unbelievable, and your jeans quickly get much, much tighter.
>”Go on, don’t be shy~”
>You hesitantly extend your tongue and lean forward until the tip of your tongue bumps against his shaft.
>Your eyes roll back in your head as you drag your tongue upwards, savoring the wonderful taste.
>When you pull away, you’re a panting mess, arousal rocketing through your veins.

>>30323393
>You meet his gaze, and looking up at his confident grin from your position on the floor sends a wave of submission through you.
>”How did I taste?”
“B-Better than I thought you would.”
>He grins.
>”Do you want to keep going?”
“A-A little…”
>”Then go right ahead. Nobody’s stopping you~”
>You lean forward again and give him another lick, running your tongue all the way up from his base to the very tip, where you lap up a bit of pre leaking out of his eager cock.
>”Fuck, that feels good.”
>You give his stallionhood a few more licks as you grow more aroused and just a little more eager to please him.
>One hand moves down to cup his plump balls, which have so much heft that you can only hold one at a time.
>The other unzips your jeans and starts to wrap around your cock, but when he notices, he takes hold of your chin with a hoof and brings your head up to meet his stern gaze.
>”Hold your horses there. No playing with yourself until I let you.”
“Please? Mac, I’m so horny.”
>He shifts on the bed, pulling his delicious stallionhood further away from your anxious lips, which draws out an embarrassingly desperate whine.
>”If you want to keep sucking, you have to do what I say. Okay?”
“O-Okay.”
>”Good girl~”
>He shifts forward again, rubbing his stallionhood against your face and smearing pre all over you.
>You pepper his shaft in kisses, moving up to the tip, and once you reach it, you feel a hoof on the back of your head.
>”Now suck.”
>You open your mouth to protest, but the words don’t make it out of your mouth.
>He takes the opportunity to slowly push your head down and slide his stallionhood past your lips.
>You let out a gasp that quickly turns into a muffled moan as his dick fills your mouth, and he keeps pushing your head down until his tip bumps against the back of your throat.

>>30323395
>You cross your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when you notice you’ve barely even taken half of it.
>”Ready?”
>You give a hesitant nod and take a deep breath before he puts another hoof on the back of your head and starts sliding inch after inch of his thick cock down your throat.
>After you get past the initial gag reflex, every inch feels like heaven as he keeps sliding more and more in, bucking his hips from the pleasure.
>You run your tongue against his length as it enters your mouth, and you gasp when you feel your nose bump against the soft fur of his underbelly.
>”There we go, it’s all in. You’re such a good girl~”
>You look up at him from your submissive position on your knees, and he gives you another willpower-depleting grin.
>”Now it’s time for a little fun.”
>He puts one hoof on your shoulder and another on your head, guiding you up and down as he starts thrusting.
>You keep teasing his cock with your tongue, trying to bring him to orgasm before you run out of air.
>As the seconds tick by, you find yourself more and more turned on by his dominance, savoring his wonderful smell and his delicious taste.
>After what feels like an eternity of the pure pleasure of being facefucked, Mac adds to your quiet moans and the noises of sex.
>”Ah, Anon, I’m getting close.”
>He forcefully buries your face in his belly and starts pounding away at your face, and your eyes roll back in your head.
>”Here it comes!”
>He thrusts one last time before you feel his head flare in your throat and rope after rope of cum fill your belly.
>Bliss fills all your senses as you feel your own, much smaller load spurt onto the carpet beneath you.
>He slides his cock out of your throat until his flared tip fills your mouth, running a hoof along his length as he coaxes out a few ropes of cum into your mouth.
>The taste is overwhelming, and you eagerly swallow every drop.

>>30323402
>When his orgasm finally subsides, he releases you from his grip, and you fall on your ass, your knees weak.
>He looks down at you and, giving himself one more stroke, lets off one last spurt of cum onto your clothes.
“What was that for?”
>”So everybody in the house knows you belong to me, of course~”
>He starts to hop off the bed, but his hoof steps right in a puddle of your cum, and his eyes shoot down and over to yours.
>”You came from just sucking my cock?”
>Embarrassed, you nod.
>”Oh, Anon, you’re such a slut. You’re my cute little slut. Now clean it up, every drop.”
>Your mind still reeling from your eager submission, you get on all fours in front of him and lick up your load from the carpet.
>”And my hoof.”
>He dangles a hoof in front of your face, and without thinking, you swirl your tongue along the appendage.
>”That’s a good girl.”
>When you finish, he slowly brings you to your knees until you’re at eye level.
>He leans in for a kiss and wraps his hooves around you, and the feeling of his lips alone sends you back into a daze.
>His tongue eagerly explores your mouth, quickly dominating you as you press your lips against his even harder.>When he releases you from the kiss, he smiles and pats you on the head.
>”You haven’t transformed before, right?”
“N-No, I haven’t.”
>”Well, I hope you end up as a pretty little colt, so I can fuck you like one.”

>>30323408
>It sounds nicer than you’d ever admit.
“I’ve gotta go, Mac. I still haven’t given April, Dan, or Sarah their food.”
>”Then go. But I expect you to come right back here for more of this cock when you finish. Okay?”
>Your response is so quick it’s almost instinctual.
“O-Okay, Mac.”
>He smiles and gives you another quick kiss.
>”That’s a good girl. Now go on, I’ll be waiting.”
>You slowly stand on shaky knees and make your way out of the room.
>You shut the door and lean against the wall, catching your breath.
>The fog slowly clears from your head, and you look down at the quickly-drying cum on your shirt.
>You blush and run downstairs to grab a new shirt that doesn’t have a trace of his hypnotic musk.
>This is gonna be a long day.

And that's all for now. Fair warning, I'm probably going to drop off the face of the earth for a week. I'll be traveling a lit, and it isn't likely that I'll have any time to write. But I'll be back to writing when I get back home.

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>>30323429
It makes me very happy to see this.
Have a good trip, man.

>>30323408
>All of my fetishes
Unf~
I want to be the submissive trap horses

>>30323429
Can't wait to meet the rest of them. I'm assuming this is heading for a big orgy.

>>30321900
How so, Anon?

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Watch out.

>>30324170
a pretty mare should have a pretty voice

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>>30321127
I want to be the cute slutty zebra mare

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>>30324837
I'm surprised we haven't had more zebra potion shenanigans.

>>30320122
>I look forward anxiously as we pull out of the parking lot
>My concentration is broken by Lightning nuzzling the side of my head
>”I’m so happy master got you, I can’t wait for us to get home you’re going to love it”
“Uh, yeah…”
>He cocks his head to the side
>”Is something wrong Moon?”
>I feel my ears go flat against my neck
“This all just feels… off. I’m a human, I shouldn’t be wearing this collar. I should be working of me debt like a normal person…”
>Lightning giggles slightly
>”I was like that when master first got me, but don’t worry you’ll get used to it. Master will take great care of us, way better care than the debt collector”
>I nod thoughtfully
>The debt collectors where a nuisance, the nightly phone calls, the pounding on my door demanding payments
>All the stress that they would… Well do this
“I guess I won’t have to worry about them any more…”
>Lightning beams at me
>”That’s the spirit, and no more slogging off to work in the morning. From now one your only job is to be cute and obedient”
>The obedient part is what worries me
“What sort of things does he have you do?”
>Lightings ear flicks as he flashes a disapproving look at me
>”You should call Master by his title. He spent a lot of money on you”
>His sudden seriousness is rather unnerving
“I’m sorry if I offended you, I’ll call him master from now one”
>Lightings scowl fades as quickly as it formed
>”That’s better, Master is a very good master. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“H-how long has master had you?”
>Lighting blinks as he thinks over my question

>>30325254
>”About two years I think? I haven’t really been counting the days. To answer your first question, not a whole lot, Master doesn’t really assign chores beyond cleaning up after myself. Master likes us to do tricks, that’s about it”
“What kind of tricks?”
>Lightings shrugs
>”Nothing too exotic, things like rolling over, sitting, fetching, that sort of thing. Sometimes Master will do the trick where he puts a treat on my nose and makes me sit until I have permission, that’s one of my favorites”
>I nod
“Anything else I should know?”
>Lighting thinks for a moment before sticking his head into the front seat
>”Master is there anything I should tell Moonglow?”
>Master pats his head
>”Tell him whatever you want, I’ll make sure he knows everything he needs when we get home”
>”Ok Master, I love you~”
>”I love you to, now be good and stay in the back”
>”Yes Master” he says as he pulls himself back
>Ligtning climbs into the backseat again
>”As a general rule if Master doesn’t tell you about it, it’s not something you need to worry about”
>”Would you like to snuggle to pass the time?”
“Yeah sure”
>He’s pretty cute at least, and I’ve had an urge to cuddle with someone sense last night
>He slides into place between my fore legs and wraps a wing around me

>>30325260
>I notice how small he is in relation to my self
>as best I can tell I’m about average for a stallion, but Lightning seems closer to the average size of a mare
>He nuzzles the crook of my neck
>”Hug me please?”
“Oh, sure”
>I pull my forelegs over his shoulder and bring him tight against my body
>His fur feels so soft
“This is nice”
>Lightning nods
>”You’re a pretty good smuggler. wait tell we get home though master gives the best snuggles”
>Lightning presses his face under my neck
>His wings make a very good blanket and I’m still tired
>Maybe this won’t be so bad after all
>Lightning seems happy with his master, hopefully I’ll learn to love him too
>With that I close my eyes and begin to nod off

Will Moonglow come to accept his new life
Will he develop feeling for Lightning and his new master?
Will this get extremely gay?
The answer to all these questions and more, in the next update
You probably know the answers already though

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>>30325291
>tfw no stallion to cuddle or be cuddled by.
It hurts more every day.

>>30325291
Glad to see those boys in a less dire position, with less psychological and physical trauma.

>>30325291
Master fucking Moonglow as Moonglow fucks Lightning when

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>>30324452
To become the pony you must pass an audition proving that you are fit to take part in the impromptu musical numbers that will be expected in Equestria.

>>30325786
sold. I'm down.

>>30325786
My life can be summed up in the phrase "roll with it" I'm golden, maybe.

I miss RichAnon

His first story fucked me up super hard, especialy the part about the pony never getting to say goodbye to her mother
It fucked me up hard enough that the feel has been in the back of my mind every time someone becomes a pony without saying goodbye to their loved ones

It's so strong it was even there the entire time I was reading Zephyr

But at the same time I love it

Please come back to us

>>30325959
He was in the last thread saying he was going to work on something. Hopefully we don't have to wait too long.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/10674483/chapters/23631552

>A loud clash stirs me from my sleep
>”Fluff what was that?”
>A loud howl answers that question
>”Fluff we need to hid, now”
>My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach
>My brain beings to misfire and my body is completely non responsive
>The stinging pain of a wing slap to the face snaps me out of it
>”Let’s go” Crimson hisses as she turns and hurries down the corridor
>I can hear wooden claws coming down the stairs as we scan for an open door
>Towards the end of the hall is an open lab
>I glace back as we duck in, seeing several pairs of glowing yellow eyes coming down the hall
>Crimson kicks the door shut behind us
“Do you think that will hold?”
>”They’re wolves, what are they gonna do open the door?” she says, smiling smugly
“Ever seen Jurassic park?”
>The smug look promptly evaporates from her face
>”Point taken lets hide”
>A loud thud at the door sends the two of us running for cover
>We take shelter under one of the tables as the wolves’ scratch at the door
>Never before has the sound of wood on wood been so unnerving
>A shiver runs down my spine as the door unlatches
>These things have fully developed raptor skills
>Crimson and I pull each other close as the wolves file in
>I can hear them sniffing around in search of us
>I rack my mind for a way out of this
>Quickly surveying the room one thing catches my eye
>The button to start the gas for the Bunsen burners
>I elbow Crimson and jerk my head towards it
>She looks at it for a moment then nods in comprehension
>I point my muzzle at her again, then back to the button
>She nods
>I point at myself, then to a nearby gas tap
>She nods again
>I look around the shelf we’re sitting in, and thank god, I find a striker
>I pick it up and give it to her
>She should be able to fly over to me once I have the valve opened
>I can hear the wolves drawing closer to us
>I turn to her and mouth

>>30326638
>3
>The wolves are coming up the aisle we are on
>2
>They’re just a few feet away
>1
>I can see one of them now
“GO!”
>The two of us spring out of the shelf
>I can hear the beating of Crimsons wings as she makes for the button
>Meanwhile I land on the counter top across from our hiding place, nearly falling into the aisle on the other side
>The wolves are right behind me, climbing up behind me
>I leap across the next few aisles as the wolves chase after me, knocking over glassware and equipment in the process
>Out of the corner of my eye I see Crimson moving to join me at the gas tap, striker in mouth
>As it is, I seem to be much better at aisle hopping than the timber wolves are
>I have a sizable lead on them by the time I get to the tap
>Picking up the rubber tube in my mouth I quickly kick the valve open
>Seconds later Crimson arrives with the striker and ignites our makeshift flamethrower
>Fire spills out from the hose catching one of the wolves in the face
>”Burn fuckers! Burn” Crimson yells as the wolves go up like matchboxes
>Once the wolves are burning they just kind of fall apart, the ones lucky enough not to be caught in the blaze retreat from the room
>”Ha Ha, you better run!”
>And then the sprinklers kicked in
>”Fuck”
>The torch quickly recedes back to the burning rubber hose in my mouth
>”No. No. No.”
>I drop the now extinguished flamethrower
“It’s dead”
>another howl goes up
“Run”
>We quickly dart back out the door, what remains of the wolves running back down to hall
>We turn and head up a stair case finding Dr. Moore coming down it horn alight
>”Get down!” She shouts
>We quickly duck to the side, glancing back over our shoulders just in time to see the wolves burst into flames

>>30326645
Nice move.

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>"Can I please get some of your bread? It's sooo good!" The mare danced in front of you, before reaching into her saddle bags and pulling out a couple of gold coins and plopping them on the counter
>You chuckle at her cute little moves as you reach under the counter, sliding one of the many loaves you had baked that morning into an old paper bag
"Here you are, Miss... " You trail off, motioning with a hoof
>"Honey Dipper!" She chirps up, then opens her eyes and pulls out a jar of honey from her bag, leaving it on the counter
>"I run my own hives, and I figured that a bakery like yours would like your stuff as fresh as it can bee!"
>Smiling at the bubbly mare in front of you, you pass her the loaf
"As much as I'd *love* to talk business, I'm kinda busy right now, y'know?" You laugh sheepishly, a hoof behind your head
>"Well whatever you're doing sure is working! This place is packed!" Honey Dipper exclaims
"Well, how about this? How about we talk it over with some dinner?"
>You give her your best grin and some wing guns to boot
>Scratch the wing guns, you've been disarmed
>"Sure thing, Sourdough!” She says as she packs up her bread and leaves the honey on the counter as she heads out the door
>It starts slowing down shortly after that, and the work day comes to a close
>You open up the jar of honey and spread it on a slice of your toasted bread as you count up the bits you made
>The taste of the sweet honey on the sour bread brings a wonderful contrast to your taste buds as you reflect on the day’s events
>You smile as you look on your cutie mark, a dark loaf sliced in half
“Sourdough...” You say as you remember your name, fitting you perfectly

>>30327885
He's well on his way to being full pony.

>Anon winds up in Equestria.
>He's prescribed anti-ponification drugs to protect him from the effect of Equestria's ambient magic.
>That's all well and good until he ignorantly eats grapefruit.
>The resulting drug interaction causes him to suddenly and irreversibly become a pony.

>>30325291
https://pastebin.com/rA81gxT7
Set up a pastebin because I'm too lazy to make an AO3 entry for it

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>>30329496

Perfect. Looking forward to more updates.

>>30329496
Added to the google doc.
http://derpy.me/PonyTF

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>A wizard has turned you into a pony.
>You must be his adorable familiar for 100 years, helping him with various tasks, offering advice and being a simple companion.
>Being an all powerful wizard he will grant boons in exchange for good service, such as a living doll for physical desires or windows into alternate worlds (Earth / Equestria included.)
>Having ascended beyond physical desires, he will not give you the dick himself, attempted rape will result in your return to human form with bad luck curse placed upon you.
>At the end of the 100th year, he will give you the choice to leave for Equestria or leave for Earth.
>If you have provided exemplary companionship, he will also give you the choice to become an alicorn and given full reign of his mystical tower.
The wizard is Daffy Duck and Celestia is his waifu.

>>30329871
Doesn't sound too bad, so long as you're not ageing for those hundred years.

>>30284581
I've been going through leaving some more corrections for you on your doc.

Which of the well known pony transformation story universes (Five Score, Friendship is Optimal, TCB, etc.) would you most or least like to live in?

Imagine for a second a bat pony flying into your room, and then biting you
And then you turn into a bat pony
And the bat pony tells you to follow them to magical bat horse land

>>30331362
Zephyr
Because I want to have someone who loves me

>>30331362
High flier seems pretty neat, with widespread ponification making being the pone mundane

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I want to be a pretty mute princess

>>30331285
Oh, wow... This is an old drawing made for me by a friend. Never expected to see it pop up again, heh.

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>>30331543

>>30331573
At the risk of ending up a second class citizen.

>>30331544
It's nice except the whole ownership and lack of freedom problem.

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>>30331543
I'd be deeply suspicious of such an offer as bat ponies do not have a land. This is probably some kind of cult recruitment.

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>>30331543
As long as I become the town's broodmare

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>>30331837
It's time to go, Anon

>>30331779
the owner ship and lack of freedom wouldn't be such a bad thing, provided you have an owner that really loves you

The biggest issue I see would be ending up with and abusive owner and not having a way out. Like if Zephyr did go with Chuck

>>30331588
So like the Little Mermaid then.
You become the princess who gains a pair of legs but loses her voice.

You think if I tried hard enough I could summon Zephyr again?

>>30318077
Hot fucking damn dude you're killing it with these chapters. I wonder if the virus makes it's victims this sadistic or if it's just the need for friendship that's making them this way.

Side note. I'm loving this trend of viral based tf fics. Reminds me of the /tg/ story where a wizard turned a whole village into bunny people who were always happy and could turn other people into bunnies by hugging them.

>>30332710
Good luck. I'd love some more Opal.

Whoops, missed last thread, my bad. Here's the pastebin for anybody who isn't caught up on my story:
https://pastebin.com/eLKx5cQn

And with that out of the way, here's the continuation of "Heiress of Chaos"!

>When you come to, you aren’t in your room anymore.
>From the looks of it, you’re in some field.
>A cartoony looking field.
>The next thing you notice is a complete lack of any sort of hangover.
>You aren’t even /groggy.
>Can draconequus not get hangovers?
>That’s fucking awesome.
>But the more pressing thing right now is probably where you are and what happened during your blackout.
>Sitting up, you look around the field.
>Not too far away from you is… a big black cock.
>No, seriously, there’s a big fucking dildo next to you.
>And, even stranger, it doesn’t feel like it should be a dildo.
>Straining yourself a bit, you try to remember what happened.
>It’s spotty, coming in flashes.
>You were drunk as fuck and went through that door.
>Cut to you getting into an argument with some red horse.
“You are such a dick!”
>That’s something you remember saying.
>Looking back at the dildo, you start putting two and two together.
>That dick is a horse.

>>30333988
>So now you’re in an interesting situation.
>There’s a big dildo in the middle of a field you’re pretty sure is a horse.
>A horse that you remember… arguing with?
>Can you talk to animals now?
>More confusing bullshit.
>Groaning, you begin mulling over dick horse’s fate.
>If they’re a dick, who’d care if they… stay a dick?
>Then again, you were drunk when you labeled them as a dick.
>So they might even be a nice horse.
>You think back to what Discord mentioned earlier.
>Stuff about keeping a low profile until you’re ready to take decisive action in breaking the statue.
>Cock horse would probably have a lot to say about his experiences as a dildo to others.
>Which would probably include a full description of his assailant.
>Sorry Mr. Dildo, but you’re going to be stuck like this!
>That should teach him to not be a dick.
>Allegedly.
>Not seeing any reason to keep around some possibly still sentient sex toy, you will it off to “a funny place.”
>You’re not very creative at the moment.
>In an instant the dildo disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving you alone in the field.
>But now you’re curious.
>Where did the dick go?
>What constitutes a “funny place”?
>Curiosity taking hold, you command that you wind up wherever that dick went, but are invisible to the naked eye.
>You’re uncreative, but you’re not stupid.

>>30333994
>You’re instantly brought to a fancy looking room.
>Based on the layout, you’d almost say it’s some kind of throne room.
>At the head of the throne room, there’s a fancy looking white horse.
>It’s got a horn and wings!
>You start thinking for a second.
>Sentient horses, with horns and wings?
>Not to mention there seems to be some sort of symbol on its ass.
>”Is this like that My Little Pony show?” you ask yourself internally.
>Is Discord a character from a children’s show?
>Are you in a children’s show?
>Your slight existential moment is cut short by seeing the fancy horse recoil in shock as a big dildo falls from the sky onto its head.
>It takes every fiber of your being to not burst out into laughter.
>It’s nothing special, a dick joke playing out in reality, but just seeing it happen feels good.
>Fancy horse starts looking around the room, a somewhat angry look on her face.
>Despite you being invisible, their eyes hover on where you are for a little too long…
>And that’s when you nope the fuck out.

>>30333999
>After a bit of magic, you’re back in the safety of your room.
>With a lot of questions.
“Hey, Discord, get your ass out here, pronto!”
>He appears out of nowhere, sitting in an armchair, dressed in dapper clothes.
>He’s even taking puffs from a pipe.
“So, correct me if I’m wrong, but is this based on some little girl’s show?”
>Discord chuckles a bit, obviously reveling in your annoyance.
>”More like the show is based on this Eris, and as far as I’m aware the fanbase is far more diverse.”
“I am more than confused.”
>”In simple terms, the show has followers of all ages and g-”
“I understand that part asshole, I meant the first thing!”
>”Right, right.” he says with a smirk.
>”The television show from your universe acts as a sort of… portal if you will. An opening between this world and yours. I… orchestrated its creation after being incapacitated by the current rulers of my home.”
>You blink a little, taking this all in.
“Are you saying… you made the show?”
>Laughing, he shakes his head. “You’re kidding, right? I’d make the show /far/ more interesting and /far/ more me centric. Have you /seen/ the last couple seasons? Absolute garbage! I simply made the world and implanted a thought. Pretty simple!”
>Not sure where to take your line of questioning from here, you just nod your head.
>”And in that show, I manage to get out of that horrible statue! So, I’m fairly certain with your help, I can make that fantasy a reality.”
“And from there?”
>He takes a deep breath, for once showing what seems like a deadly serious face.
>”Then we both get what we want Eris. And that’s all that matters.”
>For an all powerful chaos god, you can certainly say this is the first time he’s actually rattled you to your core.

>>30334000
>That seriousness however leaves as abruptly as it came.
>Clapping his hands together, Discord stands up.
>”So, it’d be best if you get to work on that soon! And, for your sake, I’ve installed a breathalyzer on your door out of here. No more turning the poor farm worker stallions into sexual objects unless you’re /fully/ cognisant your doing so!”
>It kind of feels like when a father scolds a child for doing something bad, but underhandedly hinting at how proud they are of the child for doing it.
>Mixed signals, through and through.
“I’ll uh, I’ll keep that in mind.”
>”Good, good. Also, Eris, don’t be afraid to do stuff like that to those ponies.”
>You raise an eyebrow a bit.
>”They beneath you on a cosmic level, they’re mortal being, you’re a goddess. You should walk over them with a pep in your step!”
>He notices your face twist to an unconvinced frown for a moment.
>”Oh come on! Back when you were a human you’d treat other random humans like garbage without a second thought! What’s so different now?”
“Nothing, I don’t think so at least.”
>Disord walks over, putting a hand on your shoulder.
>”Exactly! Now, why don’t you stop worrying about silly stuff like that and focus on the silly stuff you want to do!”
>Chuckling a bit, you nod.
>It’s not entirely forced, but it’s not exactly hearty.
“Sounds good to me.”

And that's my update! It's a little short, but I kind of wanted to cut this one off here before continuing. Unless laziness takes over, you can expect more soon!

>>30333988
Aaaand I fucked up. That's my WU;AH character sheet.

https://pastebin.com/0XEUsr1t this should be Heiress.

>>30333988
>https://pastebin.com/eLKx5cQn
is this just to rub this in everyone's face that you got to 10 first?

>>30334083
Both things were unintentional, although I'm not complaining about my 10, even though I never got my chance to play the asshole.

>>30334090
Good update, but for the sake of the apple family I hope Big Mac gets turned back by Celestia or something

>>30334098
Surely this is an improvement!

>>30334118
Good for a gag but not long term

Bleep vleep
Update niggas.

>>30334137
Your group walks the empty park.
The carousel spins, the roller-coaster goes around its track, and music plays from the park’s speaker.
And to it all, the pink unsettling and sinister fog and the sweet sweet smell.
Your head hurts.
The smell is so strong it makes your stomach spin.
Your attention is removed from lamenting the scene by Am.
“Northern and southern teams report nothing, neither does the western one.”
“So either there’s no one here or they’re in the middle.”
Your people have divided into four groups searching from four of the entrances, working up to the middle main square of the amusement park.
Your continue trotting.
And then you see it. A pair of helicopters barely hovering off the ground, one full of colourful balls of fluff, and six men.
One clad in a suit and a gas mask.
You move unnoticed, until you accidentally step on a paper cup, crumbling it with a distinct crack noise.
The five armed individuals turn around and aim their rifles at your group of four.
You expect gunshots and to jump anywhere in the split second, your heart is racing, pumping, your breathing heavy, and your hooves sweaty.

>>30334171
And then the suited man turns around, and lowers the aiming rifles with his arms.
“John Doe!” You hear in a heavily accented English.
“Jurij Gargarine.” You say and look at the suited Russian mobster approaching.
“Is this your doing? Why? All these innocent people! What did they do to deserve this!?” You ask and want to punch the taller man.
But alas, you’re too short to do anything.
The Russian laughs, the cackles distorted by the gas mask.
“This is an insignificant test, orchestrated by revenge.”
“Explain. Answer me!”
“These people that reserved the park for today are CEO’s of a pharmaceutical conglomerate. Conglomerate responsible for the deaths of thousands, suffering of many more. I’m doing this world a service.”
“You reverse engineered PON E to terrorize a few people. How long until you hold the world ransom?”

>>30334177
“You have come so far and don’t see the truth? Tsk tsk tsk. PON E is the catalyst for the next evolution of mankind, one free from petty things like violence or wars, everyone will exist in eternal harmony and peace, everyone will be forced to recognize their neighbour. Yes, the first few years will be destructive, but after that, humanity will emerge stronger than ever into a new golden age. Your invention will be the device to advance mankind!” He says and theatrically throws his hands into the air.
“You sick fuck! You will kill countless, injure many and destroy the world!”
“You’re short-sighted. Too bad you won’t see the day.”
He reaches for something under his suit’s jacket, and pulls out a familiar sight.
The short nosed revolver, OTs 38, Stechkin, completely silent as he claims.
It is aimed at your face.
You see into the chamber, the bullet smiling at you.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” He says as the hammer on the revolver cocks back.
“Goodbye in hell, John Doe!”

>>30334180
See you next week, where we answer questions.
Probably
Maybe
I guess?

>>30334183
ohshi-
damn cliffhangers.
Short but got me waiting for the next one.

>>30334183
>>30334003
Nice load of content to wake up to.

>>30334183
You're making new questions faster than you're resolving the ones already posed! You cliffhanger-writing son of a gun. You’ve got me on the edge of my seat for another week.

>Your very tired
>Everything’s blurry, and your eyes are heavy
>But slowly, your vision comes back to you
>You’re in some sort of bedroom. In fact you’re lying on a soft, blue bed right now
>The walls are covered in posters. Bands you remember. Remember? Yes, you’ve seen them…
>You hear a woman’s voice
>”Welcome home, Anon.”
>Anon? That name…
>You snap into focus
>The woman from before is leaning over you. Her face is still maddeningly blurred out
>You whiney. You want to run but you still feel out of it
>Wait, did she say “Welcome home?”
>The mystery woman turns away for a moment
>”I’ve kept it pretty much as it was. Couldn’t bear to change anything. I never liked all these posters. I always hoped you’d take them down some day…” she laughs bitterly.
>Usually talking to this lady-well not talking, but you know what you mean-gave you a buzzing anxiety
>But now it’s like an icey pit has formed in your stomach.
>You try to get up on shakey pink legs. You fail
>She turns around and sees this, before coming closer to you
>You scoot away from her, and she stops
>”Anon, you have to remember. You DO remember, right?”
>You stare at the blurry mess of her face blankly.
>She slowly moves towards you, and this time you don’t move
>Her hand makes contact with your muzzle, and she gently strokes you
>Her breathing gets funny. Oh, you think she’s crying.
>”Anon…give me a sign. Please…”
>You’re not an idiot. You can tell what’s happening here
>You try-really try-to see her face
>The blurriness recedes for a split second, like it did the last time you met, revealing the same green eyes, now wet with tears
>Then the blur is back again, like an impenetrable fog
>You turn your head away, curling up slightly on the bed.
>The woman continued to stroke your fur.
>Then stops, before suddenly getting up.
>She goes over to the desk in the corner, where a dusty laptop sits

>>30334782
>After rooting around the drawers, she comes back to you
>Holding pen and paper in her hands
>She lays them down by your hooves
>”Go on. Talk to me.” She says, excitedly
>You’re hesitant, even as your hoof is drawn forwards towards the pen
>Maybe the best thing would be pretending to be just another dumb pet
>Then she’d leave you alone, right?
>You spent all that time not writing anything for Steph, why start for this lady?
>Steph. Oh god she’s probably going insane with worry right now
>You whiney and nicker as her sweet face flashes in your mind
>You end up flicking the pen away
>Your captor calmly collects the stationary and puts it on the desk
>”You’re still stressed out. It’s ok. I know how you can get.”
>”I don’t know what happened to you, Anon. I don’t know if this is some crazy drug, or scientific…thing.” She says, slowly, gesturing vaguely with her hands. “But I have my own theory.”
>”Ever since I first saw you in the park, I knew. I just knew, at the very core of my being. That’s not science, there’s no logical explanation, but I had to… I had to find you.”
>Her voice broke a little there, and she stops speaking for a moment.
>She starts to pace the room, agitated, then stops by a small bookcase.
>You hadn’t noticed it. Books. Yes, you remember being into those. Didn’t you have a degree in something? It’s all so long ago.
>She pulls one out and shows it to you.
>”Remember this? The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka.”
>You do remember it. It was a good story.
>”Poor old Gregor.” She says, opening it up. “Woke up one morning after uneasy dreams and found himself transformed into a gigantic insect.”
>She looks down at your furry form
>”You’re a lot cuter than Gregor, though.”

>>30334793
>She puts the book down and walks towards you
>”Maybe this was just like that. One day you just woke up like this. A cute little pony. Did you run away in shock and confusion? Run into the streets, unable to talk, to be found and kennelled like a stray?”
>You realise that this is not a rhetorical question, and that she is waiting for some sort of answer.
>You don’t know what to do. You lie there, passive and listless.
>You want to see Steph again. You can’t bear the thought of her sitting in her empty house, distraught, wondering where you were.
>You can’t bear not being hers again, not being held in those arms again.
>Anything that goes against that feels like you were betraying her
>But as you said: You’re no idiot. And the fact that her face is blurred out seems like a clue
>It’s like whatever made you this way didn’t want you to recognise her. Which means…
>Some things can’t be ignored. Some ties are unbreakable.
>The woman goes towards the door, but you get her attention and point to the pen and paper
>She practically runs to it, delivering it to your side
>You pick up the pen in your mouth, then start to write.
>It’s slow going. You’re not very good at it
>As your write it out, you look up
>The blurriness is fading . You see her face now, clear as day.
>Oh god, you were right. She was right.
>You finish writing and drop the pen from your mouth, heart hammering in your tiny body. You watch as she reads it aloud, in a hoarse whisper.
>”Hi, Mom.”

>>30334799

https://pastebin.com/rzE2tQYr

>>30334799
Damn nice update.

>>30334782
>>Your very tired
You're

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Current state of story readers

>>30334799
I'm glad to see this continue
Lucky is finally back with her mom, I found it very touching how she broke her silence at the end

It's going to be interesting to see how you play this

I do hope you're going to get into what made lucky a pony, and why they didn't want her to recognize her mother

>>30334799
Oh gosh what a great update. I hope Lucky gets to Steph again. Anxiously waiting for more!

>>30331362
Mine, ofcourse. I know how everything works.

>>30333999
>>30334000
Them trips man

I love how you are writing her, this anon is a perfect Eris, and you have discord spot on

I also like your explanation for why you're breaking with the show

>>30331779
The more I think about it, the more I realize that those ponies are kind of fucked long term (In the bad way)
If they have a regular human lifespan it's inevitable that one of there owners will die before they do, or possibly get into legal trouble. In either case they will most likely be discovered, put in a lab, their connection backtracked to Zephyrs master who probably has the contact info for all his clients.

It's basically inevitable that they will be discovered

>>30336564
Oh my, is it RAPE o'clock already?

>>30334799
Mom /ss/ing Lucky-loo when

>>30335901
And that's why the need for pony lawyers keeps growing every day.

While the courts do side with the pone in ~97% of cases, situations like these tend to be very drawn out due to lack of precedent, and other finer details

>>30337006
I want to be the little ponies' rights lawyer.

>>30331362 of the ones listed
>Five Score sounds fun in the slow burn type of way.
>If FiO actually works instead of killing you I would go for that, as my needs would be satisfied the most
>TCB's universe kinda been soured to me.

>>30337694
In the same vein as the slow burn of Five Score, I feel that the Pandemic universe would be a pretty interesting one
However, I'd perceive it as a downside that a lot of other people are transforming alongside me; Five Score seems the most appealing

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>>30334945
all these cliffhangers are driving me crazy you writefags

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It should be noted that today marks five years since the birth of this general. Here's the story that kicked us off.

>>30338228
Happy birthday, /ptfg/!

>>30337694
What about all the other TF universes that may have been popular at one time or another? Pon-E, Ponyearthverse, Ponies after people, Chess game of the gods...

>>30334003
Hey, looks like I had another update up my sleeves! Imagine that!

>With Discord gone, you flop onto your bed.
>It feels like it’s been a long day.
>Granted, being in this room your sense of time is a little wonky.
>Not wanting to keep guessing at what time it is, you make yourself a clock.
>Looks like it’s about 2 PM.
>Probably the time in pony world.
>With that out of the way, you can safely say this has been a long day, but it’s not over yet.
>What are you going to do with all this free time?
>It’s funny, you have all the power in the world but you feel bored as hell right now.
>You’ve always had a bit of a problem with sitting still, but this is kind of ridiculous.
>It’s like you /need/ to get out there and do something.
>Like it’s some kind of innate need, as much as drinking or eating for a human.
>Trying to ignore it, you close your eyes.
>Maybe you’ll just fall asleep?
>Things are never that easy though sadly.
>As you just lie there, your eyes clamped shut, the feeling gets more and more intense.
>Gritting your teeth, you wonder why all of sudden you feel like this.
>It’s almost unbearable!
>After a few more moments you shoot up out of your bed, panting.
“What the fuck?!”
>”I don’t think you understand Eris, I want to you to be practicing! If you’re going to free me, you need to be competent! Right now you’re still testing your limits.” says Discord’s disembodied voice.
“And what does this have to do with that?”
>”I’m simply amplifying your natural need to be chaotic! You’re going through the same amount of withdrawal you’d feel if you calmed down for… a week? Maybe two?”

>>30338425
“Fuck off! I’m going to break your damn statue without you pushing me!”
>”But if you aren’t pushed, you’ll never realize your full chaotic potential!”
>You stand up, walking around your room with a scowl on your face.
>It helps alleviate the tension a bit, but not by much.
>You need to do something…
>This feeling is just so intense, you can’t stand it!
>It’s not even pain, it’s indescribable.
>But you sure as hell don’t like it.
>You really need to do something.
>You need to fuck shit up.
>A giggle escapes your mouth.
>Why you’re laughing, you aren’t totally sure.
>But you’ve just started a giggle fit.
>Your “withdrawal” is just about all you can focus on right now.
>It sounds like Discord is talking, but you can’t quite tell what he’s saying.
>All you can feel is the need to do something.
>But what to do?
>A part of you is getting more and more worried, the other half is listing off ideas.
>Which one do you listen to?
>Still giggling like a mad woman, you saunter over to the door.
>If this feeling isn’t going away until you fuck shit up, might as well fuck shit up!
>You’ll be /really/ quick!

>>30338431
>Back in the horse world, you start looking around.
>Burn a house down!
>Turn a loving couple into siblings!
>Make it hail rocks!
>Something, anything!
>A part of your mind is practically screaming at you to do any of these.
>Any rationality leading you has taken a break.
>Going invisible, you start teleporting around.
>Your commands are “take me to a calm place!”
>”No, a different one!”
>”I can’t fuck this up! Again!”
>All the while you’re stifling giggles.
>After a bit of popping in and out of serene landscapes, you find yourself smack dab in the middle of a library.
>This will do!
>Without a moment of hesitation, you animate all the books.
>They start jumping around like crazy, ramming into walls and smacking into the faces of mortified ponies.
>This is fucking rich!
>Unable to hold it in, you burst out into hearty laughter.
>They can’t see you, but they probably hear you.
>Some of the ponies seem to be scurrying under tables to hide, or even trying to leave the building all together.
>There’s an easy fix to that though!
>Poof! No more tables, no more exits!

>>30338439
>As you watch the chaos continue, you feel yourself starting to calm down.
>Your laughter has died down and that part of you isn’t screaming anymore.
>Seems like you’ve gotten your fix.
>You leave the library, sitting yourself under a tree.
>Taking deep breaths, you try to figure out what just happened.
>Feels like you fucking snapped back there.
>Side effect of your “withdrawal”?
>You enjoy doing stuff like that, but it felt like that was all you could do.
>But, in a way, you’re kind of okay with it.
>Like, you shouldn’t feel okay about having what you can only describe as a psychotic breakdown.
>But right now, you kind of feel awesome.
>With your withdrawal gone, a wave of calm has washed over you.
>You feel like nothing could be wrong right now.
>Chuckling a bit to yourself, you put your hands behind your head and just relax.
>Your relaxation is somewhat hindered by muffled screams from…
>The library.
>You stare at the now doorless, windowless building for a moment.
>Eh, they’ve had enough.
>You give them back their exits and return the books.
>You’re keeping the tables though.
>Satisfied and no longer lusting for chaos, you go back to your room.
“So… how often is that going to happen?”
>Discord chimes in eagerly “Once a day if you start slacking off. And, once you’ve finished your job, you won’t have to worry about these little daily outbreaks anymore.”

>>30338446
“That’s good to hear.”
>”Oh, and Eris, that side of you that you felt, that’s not something /I/ added.”
“What do you mean?”
>”That’s your inner chaos, a part of your very being that only wants one thing- disorder.”
>You nod a bit, shuddering at the thought.
>Weird to think /that’s/ a natural part of you.
>But then again, all your life you’ve felt the compulsion to do chaotic stuff.
>Recently you’ve let it run your life.
>So it’s not all that surprising you have that little voice in your head.
>Sort of like an anti-conscience.
>Just another example of your internal struggle of “that’s weird that I do that, but I don’t doubt it.”
>Maybe you should make a list!
>Chuckling to yourself, you lie back down.
>No insatiable need to do anything anymore, so you can just relax.
>Granted, you’re still a little bored, but what can you do?
>Besides, after your little stunt at the library, you think the ponies deserve a breather.
>Can’t help but wonder what’s going through those horses’ heads right now.
>Probably trying to rationalize the clusterfuck you just caused.
>There’s no rationalizing this though!
>No way they’d ever be able to figure out what exactly happened.

>>30338452
>Over the next week or so you make daily excursions to “Equestria”.
>Discord agrees the name is a little /too/ on the nose.
>Names aside, every day you’d go and cause a little isolated chaos.
>Most of the time you’d do it first thing in the morning, incorporating it into your morning routine.
>But sometimes, you’d let your withdrawal build up.
>When you do that, things are always a little more interesting.
>The experience is visceral and raw.
>It’d be a bold face lie to say you don’t enjoy the hell out of it.
>The waiting to get to that point is the part you don’t like.
>Every day you feel better and better about your powers.
>It’s less testing your limits but more stretching your creativity.
>Each time you go and do something, you try and do something different.
>You also vary the scope of your exploits.
>Sometimes it’s a single pony you’re messing with, other times, it’s a whole room full.
>Being honest with yourself, you don’t even tend to vividly remember a lot of your actions.
>Sometimes they’re just spur of the moment.
>But it’s never really been about /what/ you’re doing.
>It’s about the reactions.
>Those you remember pretty well.
>Some screaming, some crying, that one weird time where one of the ponies just kind of laughed…
>You still aren’t fully sure what was going on with that.
>After all this practice, you think you can break a measly statue.
>Honestly, you aren’t even sure if you needed this practice.
>In a few days, you’ll be more than ready to move!
>These ponies won’t know what hit them.

>>30338460
>Meanwhile, the residents of Ponyville have been on edge.
>Weird happenings pop up every now and again, but recently it seems like every day something is happening.
>Even more curious, there never seems to be a definite cause for any of this.
>Most of the damage has either been reversible, or just ended on its own, but it still is a source of worry for most.
>The first real break came in the form of some witnesses stating they heard a female voice hysterically laughing.
>However, even that didn’t seem to yield much in terms of information.
>It was when Big Mac was saved from his… compromising situation that ponies start to figure out what was going on.
>Despite the brevity of his testimony, one thing was very clear.
>His assailant was an apparent amalgamation of several different species.
>And that seems to implicate a certain chaos deity.
>Not wanting to take chances, wards and heavy guard were stationed at the statue of Discord.
>If his power is leaking out, it’d be best to try and stifle it.
>You, of course, know none of this.
>As far as you’re concerned, there’s absolutely nothing standing in your way of ending this.
>But, you’ll soon be proven wrong!
>Because the residents of Equestria absolutely do /not/ Discord out and about.
>And for a good reason too.


And that's my second update for the day, hope you like it! Any feedback is appreciated.

>>30338392
Seeing as the question was live in
>Pon-e creates a subset in culture of adorable drug addicts, so it might be neat to have a world were people becoming ponies replaces heroin od's in the news..
> Ponies after people is a good read but I would not opt for living in their universe.
I never touched chess game of the gods or ponyearthverse.

>>30338465
Nice update

>>30338465
reformative spankings for eris when

>>30338425
I'm very glad to see you hadn't lost inspiration for this story.

Okay, so I was thinking about those stories where people are turned into ponies through nanobots and thought up the idea of using magical, living nanoponies instead.

Like, they'd swarm you and use their magic to turn you into a pony, probably an alicorn. Then they would put your consciousness into the body of an empty nanopony so that they can collectively control your former body while you live along side them.

I don't know exactly how viable that is for a story, but it felt like an interesting concept.

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>>30338465
>>Because the residents of Equestria absolutely do /not/ Discord out and about.
might wanna fix that sentence up a bit
Good update, enjoying how integral you are making chaos to her being

>>30340738
That's weird. It could work.

>a wild Discord appears
>"I'm going to turn you into a pony" he says
>He snaps his fingers
>You are now a mare
>Discord laughs maniacally
>"How do you feel Anon? Disturbed, confused, this must be highly destressing for you"
"This is the happiest day of my life! Oh thank you thank you thank you!" You squeal as you wrap your new hooves around his legs
>He steps back slightly surprised
>"Don't you feel the slightest bit of disporia?"
"Nope! I've been wanting this for awhile actually."
>"Well let see how you like getting rutted by a herd of horny stallions"
>With another snap of his fingers two dozen stallions appear, all with raging boners
"I get to be the brood mare too?!"
>Discord scoffs "you're no fun. I'm gonna go make to Pope gay. Enjoy your new life cum dump"
>With that he evaporates, leaving you with the herd of studs

Becoming a pet horse that can't talk, how many of you would actually take that offer?

>>30341909
>Popes glad to finally have a reason to come out of closet, 'a devil did it' perfectly resolving his moral dilemma.

>Pattern continues, no matter what discord does to fuck with people, it's seen as an improvement.
>The eris counterpart he made 704721 humans ago laughed herself to pieces once she saw his efforts.
>Even publicly turning an entire group of people into newts didnt seem to phase the humand beyond sparking a semantic debate about reptilians vs amphibians.

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I want to be the big bat

>>30342296
Is cant talk the only modifier, and i retain most of my higher faculties?
Hell fucking yes i'd take that offer.
Even if i was as 'dumb' as a dog i'd take it, the pet life is pretty fucking sweet as long as you dont luck out and get a shit owner.

>>30341909
What a helpful chap Discord is.

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>>30342296
I wouldn't accept being a pet or being unable to speak.

When Eris gets back to Earth, I already intend for her to pay a "visit" to some of the members of the discord server for some chaotic hijinks. But, what are some other fun things you'd like to see happen?

>Your Mistress will never violate your coltpussy as Moonglow violates your throat

>>30343036
Turn WallMixer into a trap horse, and give him a STD that turns others into trap horses

>>30343036
>>30343071
Wallmixer becomes the trap horse and gets gangbanged

>>30343036
Lucky-loo gets /ss/'d

>>30343036
Eris takes revenge upon shitposters.

>>30342296
>becoming a glorified servant
>not living as a god among humans thanks to your amazing unicorn magic

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>>30343306
Damn right

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>>30343306
>ywn collect a little femboy harem with your unicorn powers

>>30341909
>Enjoy your new life cum dump
The fact that this line turned me on speaks volumes.

>>30342296
I'm not down with the pet idea, but I think >>30342317 is on to something with the crucial distinction of what other mental faculties you get to keep.
Like, can I still write, especially if I'm a telekinetically able unicorn? Because then there's not much of a problem, it just takes some patience.
If we're going with Behind the Wire canon where pretty much all rudimentary forms of trying to communicate are out the window, that's where I'd have to say no.

>>30343586
I thought they could still atleast type in Behind The Wire? it probably be easier to carry around and use a tablet than paper and pen if you're a horsie

Does the writefag known as Woofr still reside in this thread?

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>>30343601
He showed himself a few days ago. >>30316119

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>"Be a good pony and bend over, Anon"
>"Don't worry boy, it's just a thermometer"

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>>30343545
I'm the same but with cum pump.
Being one of the few weirdo's in here that wants to be the little stallion makes me a bit afraid for my pelvis sometimes.
And then i remember i'm going to die a virgin.

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>>30343036
Jeff McDermott becomes patient zero for the cuddle plague

>>30344420
A ponification plague here, a magic plushie there. Good way to cause some mayhem.

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Today was my birthday and my wish to become a cute little Pegasus it wasn't granted. Why even live?

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>>30345287
But was it your 25th birthday?

>>30318790
In the first draft of an earlier scene, I actually had something comparable planned.
When Clementine Breeze has the guy pinned next to his cruiser as his partner is getting transformed up the road,
my original plan was for him to desperately put the gun to his head upon realizing that he doesn’t have the guts to shoot any of the ponies.
It didn’t pan out for the final story because I couldn’t figure out how to write Clementine’s responses to the situation.

>>30333520
Pandemic, the viral-based TF story over on FimFic, has been one of my favorite stories there in years.
I’m still only about a dozen chapters in, but it’s a blast; the guy’s writing and editing are so damn tight.

Thanks for the support, everyone!
Tonight’s update is on the long end (about 6.2k words over 22 posts), so depending on your degree of restlessness, the Pastebin’s already all set (line 652).
Let’s get to it!

CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30318077) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/r3bvSkey

>With my reddened eyes still letting free a steady stream of tears, it took a lot of willpower not to totally break down and shout for someone to save me
>My family, my friends, the shadow of my partner from when he still walked on two legs, hell, I even considered calling out to Daisy despite the fact that she was right here with me
>After resigning myself to the idea that my ponification must be inevitable at this point, I was ready to get it over with, and her hesitation to do so was increasingly concerning
>Daisy, what else was there for you to do? You ponies took the others’ minds and bodies in the span of seconds; how was I any different?
>The overall tranquility of the dark storage room was broken by intermittent hoofsteps as she paced about in brief bouts, glass clinking against her hooves with each unseen bump
>Each clink seemed to come from somewhere vastly different, a product of Daisy’s movement combined with the confusing echoes in the room, the auditory equivalent to a house of mirrors
>For as active and curious as she was while wandering, I matched her in motionlessness and fear
>Whenever something’s not quite right, when a jungle shadow or color amidst the bushes is out of place, many animals’ instinctive reaction is to duck down so they’ll be missed by predators
>As I laid on the ground, the far-reaching optimistic corner of my brain – the one that plays the lottery – hoped Daisy had simply forgotten about me
>It worked for a few hopeful seconds, but as her voice spoke into the darkness, I despondently released a breath I hadn’t even realize I’d been holding
>“Watch your eyes; I’m going to light up my horn again”

>>30345409
>I propped myself up on my elbows, and through narrowed eyes I saw a brilliant shimmer burning in the room for a split second
>It quickly tempered itself back to the dull glow with which I was familiar, centered on Daisy’s horn
>Daisy was at the opposite side of the room, muzzle buried in a cardboard box of unopened bottles as she carefully inspected the contents of each
>My kneejerk reaction was to offer assistance, but every moment she kept searching was another moment I got to live my comparatively happy life with mind and masculinity intact
>The questions that had been bubbling up finally breached the surface as I did my best to stall, but also to determine what was ahead for me
“Daisy… am… am I going to lose sight of… me?”
>She withdrew her muzzle from the box, perplexed eyes squinting as she waited for clearer elaboration
“Will I remember the person I was before becoming a pony, that is… The scarlet mare I saw transforming took on a completely new mentality…”
“I’m guessing you were once a human too; what do you remember?”
>Inhaling deeply, she absentmindedly clicked her jaw, lost deep in thought for a moment
>“Well, I don’t actually remember much; it’s different for everypony based on how much of their past selves they’re trying to escape”
>“Truth be told, I was probably some sort of career criminal or something - there were entire YEARS where I can only remember a few blissful days”
>My heart sank, her lighthearted smile and snicker doing nothing to stop the color draining from my face
>“I don’t know… believe me, THOSE days are all behind me!”

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>>30345418
>Perfect, you know who career criminals absolutely love to no end, and they definitely care about their well-being? Cops.
>As I moved my restlessly trembling leg against the floor to find a more comfortable laying position, I was reminded of the vacant holster and equipment belt still clasped tightly in place
>Come on Daisy, this may be police equipment, but… cut me some slack… please… I wasn’t technically a cop… an on-duty one… when I stood up against the orange Pegasus and all her friends…
>Please, I spend most of my days writing pointless tickets… If there are any cops that wronged you before… that didn’t give YOU any slack… I’m not like them, please understand that!
>You have no reason to be upset with me… I was just acting in self-defense… Please don’t be upset… Please…
>Pushing myself into a position in which I could see Daisy more clearly, I straightened up against a wall next to a tall stack of 30-packs and sat on my feet
>My shins ached painfully, in part due to the unforgiving solidness of the ground, though I was well aware that any transformational effects in my legs didn’t help
>Finding the position all too appropriate for doing so, I kept my eyes open but lowered my head & tried to silently recall as much of the Lord’s Prayer as I could
>Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name…
>For someone whose parents gave up on Sunday school after my three months of insurrection, I think I got through it accurately enough before Daisy’s soft exclamation of victory interrupted me

>>30345427
>Grinning to herself, she’d found the bottle for which she’d been searching, its telekinetic retrieval heralded by glass sliding against cardboard and a faint shimmering noise
>Setting it carefully next to the opposite wall of the cramped storage room, her horn sparingly cast light on a few objects, generally doing so only when she gripped them in her telekinetic aura
>The minimal use of light made it difficult to ascertain the reason why the bottle had caught her interest, enough to distract her from the present task of giving me hooves, wings, and a tail
>A coffee mug adorned with a faded Johnnyboy’s Liquors logo floated across the room and gently found its place next to the bottle
>Next to the unicorn’s furry silhouette, the bottle rose into the air, its cap snapped and twisted off with a disquieting metallic grinding, and a clear liquid began to flow from its spout into the mug
>Accompanied by a steadily rising pitch of trickling spirits, the mug filled with what I’d presumed to be vodka before Daisy recapped the bottle
>“This’ll help you – drink up”
>Keeping the bottle for herself and levitating the mug to my trembling knees, she set it directly in front of me before the glow of her horn faded away, once again plunging us into darkness
>I clutched the mug’s handle slowly, raising it to my nose and futilely attempting to waft the liquid’s smell into my nostrils
>Taking a dip with my tongue brought the familiar punch of alcohol – definitely vodka – but the ease with which my tongue reached the liquid’s surface made me realize just how full the mug was
>I’d thought the mug was just really dense ceramic, but there must’ve been… five, six shots worth of vodka in this? Maybe eight?

>>30345433
>I took a small sip and set the mug down, reticently thankful that Daisy appreciated human affinity for getting just a bit tipsy before traumatic events, be it war, business, or turning into a pony
“That’s… actually really good stuff – any reason you poured out so much?”
>“Did you not drink it all?”
“N-no… I don’t know why you’d wa-”
>“Drink it up – all of it”
>I chuckled nervously while cautiously swirling the mug in the darkness, doing my best not to accidentally spill what was obviously some pretty expensive booze
>I seemed to recall horses could process alcohol really efficiently… Maybe she just figured I should enjoy getting a bit tipsy while I still had the chance?
>Maybe she knew there was something about me in particular that was going to make the transformation unpleasant and wanted to dull the effect?
>I anxiously took another gulp, loud enough for Daisy to hear, the harsh burn of alcohol racing down my throat as I set the mug back on the floor
>“That’s still not all of it; is that honestly too much to ask?”
“No, really, I’m fine, it’s just that I can’t really think straight, as is – I’m not sure whether this is what I want right now”
>“Believe me, you’ll want it – It’ll help a lot if your head hurts”
“Okay, maybe true short-term, but honestly, when-”
>Daisy’s horn flared to life with an impatient glow, casting shadows across her stern face
>“Drink. It.”
>My gaze wavered quickly between the vodka and Daisy’s glare
>Why did she give me this much?
>This mug was practically full!

>>30345444
>I tried to keep my quickening breathing in check as a sinister thought slithered its way into the recesses of my mind
>Oh no… No… Please…
>Even if this much alcohol wouldn’t kill me by itself, I wouldn’t have my senses about me as she carried out the final step of her plan
>There’s a reason the lawful good vigilantes of the Wild West gave people a ton of booze before surgeries… or… or… before… executions…
“Daisy, please don’t do this to me… please… I’ll be a pony, I’ll be a good pony…”
>“Mhmm…”
>You don’t need to do this – I can be a worthwhile addition to your herd if you just give me a chance!
>I can’t do that if you go through with this!
“Please, please, I’ll be a good pony!”
>With no directive from my hand, the mug rose on its own, bathed in a telekinetic glow as Daisy looked on in softly illuminated determination
>With pursed lips, I tried to maintain a neutral facial expression as a despairing tear rolled off my cheek and sent out ripples in the vodka
>Daisy had grown impatient by now, and any more protest would probably be met with her shoving the mouth of the nearby bottle directly down my throat to achieve the same end
>With a shaking hand, I gingerly supported the mug, but Daisy’s magic wasn’t letting up as she tipped it against my lips and forced me to drink
>I took long gulps, grimacing with tightly shut eyes as each barrage of alcohol assaulted my throat, the burning sensation growing steadfastly more intense as every drop drained

>>30345453
>Inhaling desperately, I didn’t open my eyes when I was all done, instead taking in the noise of Daisy uncapping the bottle again and pouring another mug amid the strange sou-
>Ow, fuck! Motherfucker, that stings!
>I let out a nightmarish cry as my shoulder was seized by searing agony, loud enough for Daisy to flinch backwards and cease tipping the bottle
>The burning pain abated slightly when she stopped pouring vodka over the open wound left by the cruiser crash, the deep gash clearly visible through my torn uniform
>I continued whimpering for a while as the stomach-turning mixture of thickened blood and alcohol flowed leisurely down my arm
>I shifted forward onto my hand and knees, finding that the balancing act of sitting upright used a lot a brain power, a precious resource when it was both intoxicated and assailed by anguish
>Daisy… why…
>There was no reason anymore for her to do this… none at all… when the guy in the courtyard got transformed, his similarly minor wounds got healed on their own without a problem!
>She didn’t need to disinfect my wound… for any reason… that is, if she were still planning on transforming me… oh God…
>At this point Daisy was just having fun with me – what fun would I be after this was all done and I… stopped twitching?
“Please Daisy, please! I’ll be a good pony! I’ll be a good pony!”
>My heart hammered as I watched her slow, deliberate steps toward my side, and with a calm demeanor she caressed my incompletely transformed arm with her hoof
>Bones audibly popped and fingers fused together, a thick band of keratin wrapping around to form a hoof, as blue fur raced along the limb to complete… my new pony leg

>>30345460
>Trying to shift the limb ever so slightly, I found it wasn’t able to move far – from drunkenness, transformation aches, or whatever else – but for all Daisy cared, I wouldn’t be moving it
>I wouldn’t be swinging punches with it in an attempt to fight back
>I wouldn’t be trying to grab her or push her away as she finished what she had to do
>With my hands out of the way, this would be nice and quick, without any risk or too much cleanup for her
“I’ll be a good pony… I’ll be good…”
>All my forelegs were really good for was supporting my torso and head at the perfect height for Daisy to whisper into my ear
>“You’ve been a good human, I’ll give you that much”
>The dimly burning radiance from her horn faded to nothing, leaving us amid the dark gloom again
>I could feel Daisy’s presence somewhere by my side, but where I could once hope to hear her heartbeat or breathing in the night, I only heard my own blood pounding in my ears
>Sweat formed on my brow as I started to feel the tightness, first in my head and chest, but growing firmer each second around the base of my neck
>I tried to breathe deeply and rapidly, but it only met my demands for a few moments as I realized I was desperately fighting a losing battle
>Some muscles were twitching as they started wising up to what was happening, but their primal responses weren’t geared to deal with a supernatural horse in a locked room
>Any attempt to fight or run would waste breath and just prompt Daisy to hold me down in a telekinetic grip while she strangled me – a mere inconvenience for her

>>30345469
>With every passing second, Daisy was somehow making it more impossible to breathe, just as I was starting to become complacent it each ever-deepening form of agony
>If only I could see the look on her face amid the darkness, she’d be proud of her ability to do so much harm – to end a life – with a single spell, without even touching the poor bastard
>With my oxygen reserves draining, my eyes felt a painful pressure while my vision, which had been a uniform shade of black, began to fill with faint stars
>The twinkling apparitions were small and none too bright at first, but became brilliant bulbs of white after what felt like less than a second, blinking in a continuous series of fleeting sparks
>My mind scrambled, a thousand images and thoughts crashing together, the lucid thought sequence becoming further detached from reality as the roles of my five senses began to crumble
>My seemingly eternal time in the storage room collided with flashes from my childhood, Daisy’s dim lamp-lit silhouette following me home after the end of baseball games in the park
>On a nature hike with my summer love, birdsong and flowing water commingled with crunching metal, clinking glass, and the steady plinks of cartridges along the trail
>At my friend’s eleventh birthday party, the cake she was serving relentlessly burned my throat even after I begged her not to give me another slice, pleading that I’d had enough
>I’m so proud of you; have a good first day of school honey! I’ll be right here when you get off the bus – be good for mommy!
>I will mommy! I love you too! I’ll be good… I’ll be a good pony… I’ll be a good pony…
>Everything burned brightly, the harsh summer sun and the shimmering glow of Daisy’s horn focusing to melt everything away…
>Goodbye Daisy…
>Warmth…
>Quiet…
>Peace…

>>30345479
>“Hey… hey!”
>The hard concrete of the floor smacked my side, presumably from me tipping over, although my fading perception of gravity didn’t even let me acknowledge the collapse
>As a vibrant glow pierced the darkness and overtook the room’s crates, I could confirm that, yes, I was lying on my side
>Daisy’s voice was distortedly calling out to me as though it were being transmitted through swirling water
>“Breathe, BREATHE! Oh ponyfeathers, what’s wrong?!”
>With a sharp ringing and blood pounding in my ears, I sputtered and coughed over Daisy’s words
>“Breathe, oh please, breathe!”
>After a deep, belabored gasp, I started crying out at the top of my lungs – a steady, unwavering note – with eyes clamped tightly shut as the despair overtook me
>I couldn’t sustain the wailing for very long, soon falling into a rhythm of choked, desperate breaths punctuated by pitiful sobbing
>Why am I still alive… Why was I put on the chopping block in the first place… What did I do to deserve this? Why, Daisy?
>With time, I stopped vocally crying out my anguish, a few harrowed gasps now the only noise coming from my mouth
>I shouldn’t be alive right now – please tell me this purgatory isn’t just a continuation of the horrors of life… please…
>“Shhh… It’s okay, you’re alright… just breathe…”
>I laid on my side, mostly motionless, save for the animated rise and fall of my chest that slowly shifted my vodka-soaked, blood-spotted uniform
>Daisy was gently brushing my face with very light contact, soft bristles of new pony fur tickling with her touch, though it was evident she wasn’t charging forward with the transformation

>>30345488
>“Just try to relax… you’re okay… It’s okay to be nervous, you just had a little anxiety, that’s all…”
>“You’re a good pony… You’re a strong little pony…”
>With time, I found it easier to calm myself, the tense knots in my muscles slowly becoming untied
>“Are you feeling a bit better now?”
>With half-lidded eyes I sluggishly strained to meet her gaze and gave her a slight nod
>“You know, if you’re so eager to be blue in the face, you could just wait for the fur to come in, silly”
>Was this… not going to be the end?
>Why would she back off when she was so close to ending me, to finishing off her plan?
>Did…
>Did I really just have a panic attack?
>Was it all in my head, and this is just what it’s like… at their worst?
“Daisy… I’m… okay? But…”
>With a reassuring chuckle, I heard the familiar twinkling of her telekinesis, the effect growing slightly closer as a the bottle of vodka appeared and was placed in front of me
>“Here, take a drink; it’ll help”
>Daisy. Vodka. What the actual fuck.
>I leaned up onto the fur-veiled remnant of what was once my arm, sporting an expression of unrelenting bewilderment
“I already drank a mug full of that stuff, and you’re seriously insisting I have more? The fuck is wrong with you Daisy…”
>“I-I-I figured… you know… after losing a lot of blood in the c-crash and then… a-after all you’ve been through… a sip of water would help a lot w-”
“Waitwaitwait, hold on a second… water?”
>“Yeah, is there something else you’d prefer? I think I saw apple juice in the crate over there if you-”
“Daisy. Daisy. This is NOT water”
>“Huh?”
>Uncapping the bottle and sniffing the opening with her muzzle, she remained incredulous about my claim

>>30345492
>She pressed the bottle against her lips and tilted it back, eyes going wide and ears standing on end the moment the clear liquid sloshed into her mouth
>Tossing the bottle aside, it shattered in a corner while she vigorously spat in a futile attempt to void her mouth of every drop of alcohol
>“Oh, what is that wretched taste?! It’s like a medical kit… There’s something terribly wrong with that water!”
“Well, yeah, if you mean the fact that it’s vodka, probably like, fourty percent alcohol…”
>With Daisy’s horn clearly bathing the whole room in a warm glow even as she coughed vigorously, I spied a can of cola on one of the shelves and grasped it between my forehooves
>Taking a seat next to Daisy, I let her aura consume the can and pop it open before she greedily started guzzling the sugary drink, hoping to dilute the lingering alcoholic burn
>After chugging the entire can, she continued to hold it while peering, unrewardingly, into the aluminum treasure trove for more of the sweet indulgence
>“What’s… vodka?”
“Uhhh, come again?”
>“The clear liquid that was in that bottle – what’s ‘vodka?’ Also, ‘alcohol;’ I feel like I’ve heard those words before…”
“Daisy, what happened to you when you became a pony that you would forget what alcohol is?”
>“I… I don’t know! I understand you’re supposed to drink it, but I guess before I made friends I must’ve had a bad experience with alcohol… or something… that I was trying to forget”
>“Like, the most I can remember about it is some relation to teetotalers, whoever they are – what do they have to do with alcohol?”
“They insist on never drinking the stuff”
>“Right, I think I once told someone I was a teetotaler because I must’ve had a bad time drinking alcohol, and it made me really sick… or something, but now the memory’s so far away”

>>30345503
“Well, yeah, if you have too much it can really wreak havoc, that’s for sure! You’re still ticking though – you’re good”
>Suddenly dropping the empty cola can on the ground, an intense expression of alarm spread across her face
>“Oh no, p-please tell me you’re not going to… to… fall asleep forever… I-I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
“Daisy, this really wouldn’t be the first time I’d drunk a lot of alcohol…”
>“I just wanted to help! I thought you were dehydrated… and then when I was cleaning your wound with it I just didn’t want you to have any leftover blood soiling your beautiful fur!”
>Her eyes filled with tears as it took every fiber of her being not to hug me for comfort, knowing fully well that it would kick the transformation back into action
>“Oh sweet Celestia, it’s all over you… and it’s inside you… I’m so so so sorry, I didn’t want this to happen! I didn’t mean to poison you!”
“Daisy… I’ll be fine… Alcohol just makes you a little… uncoordinated, and besides, horses can deal with it even better than humans can, so we can still be… er… ‘friends’
>Sniffling, she raised her head toward me, tears still rolling occasionally down her cheeks as her eyes silently demanded to know whether that was really true
>I leaned forward and wrapped my hooves around the little pony in a warm embrace, gently rocking back and forth as Daisy’s breathing gradually calmed
>The transformation was limited by the uniform’s fabric separating us, but I was nevertheless cognizant of the faint tingling wrapping around my neck and torso

>>30345513
>“I just… wanted to show you that you can trust your friends, even when you’re uncomfortable doing so… I knew you didn’t like me taking apart your gun…”
>I’m still kind of upset; I’m not going to lie, I spent hours cleaning that thing
>“…But I never meant to hurt you… I never meant to hurt you… I just wanted to make a new friend for our herd who would understand the trust we have in each other…”
“Daisy… you helped me realize… that the greatest fears we have are all in our heads. The only thing stopping me from trusting you was my own fears…”
“I know I was anxious earlier… about… other things… but I can’t tell you how happy, and how relieved, I am now that you want me as part of your herd…”
>“But… in the end it turns out you really can’t trust me… I’m not worthy of your trust… You’d be better off if… if Clementine Breeze or some pony competent just finished transforming you…”
>Daisy, you were doing your best; why do you have to belittle yourself like this?
>Steadily leaning back from my hug with the downcast mare, I swung my feet around to an open spot on the floor, and using the opposing foot, I kicked off each shoe and sock
>Poking my feet into the fluff on Daisy’s haunches, I wriggled my toes, and whether it was a product of the tickling or her appreciation of my silliness, she couldn’t stifle a giggle through her tears
>Gradually, the inevitable happened as my toes wiggled no more, the individual units fusing into a pair of blue hooves at the end of a slowly elongating foot
>The rest of the transformation became concealed beneath the legs of my pants as the blue frontier of fur raced for cover near my ankles

>>30345521
>I rolled onto my back, fully transformed hooves swinging in the air for Daisy to plainly see, as I shot her a toothy grin
“Looks like the rest of my uniform might pose a predicament now that I got these”
>“You’re such a silly pony”
>A beautifully shimmering aura wrapped around my shirt as it slid off effortlessly, past my forehooves and the pointed fuzz of my equine ear, to expose my contrastingly human torso
>With the same vivid glow, my belt unlatched by way of Daisy’s magic and my pants slid away from my legs with a similarly surgical ease
>Daisy took care to fold the clothes and set them squarely atop a stack of boxes, even though we both knew there wasn’t much point in doing so when I wasn’t going to need them anymore
>A soft glow gently surrounded the last piece of clothing – my boxer briefs – before I calmly urged her to pause
“Could I actually… Uh… N-Nevermind…”
>“Can I help in any way… Is there anything wrong?”
“It’s just… Could you let me keep the shirt as a sort of… security blanket during the transformation? I’m not sure how ready I am to see… to see…”
>I glanced down at my crotch, expressively indicating my concerns to Daisy without saying another word, and a moment later she responded by levitating the folded shirt onto my stomach
>“I understand… Everypony’s different… I must say, it took me a moment to accept it at first too, but you learn to love yourself and your friends for who they are”
>With a conclusive symphony of twinkling, her magic aura slid off my underwear and rested the folded shirt over the unseen vulnerability
>“…And while I can’t be sure you’ll end up as a mare, if you are, you’ll be an absolutely adorable one”

>>30345531
>With a friendly giggle, she slid out her hooves and settled down on the floor next to me, hugged her legs around my torso, and poked her muzzle into the crook of my shoulder
>With each of us finding the warmth of each other’s body mutually comforting against the slightly chilly concrete, Daisy let out a contented sigh, gradually letting her horn’s light fade
“Daisy, if it’s not too much to ask, could you keep a nightlight on? I just got… anxious… when you left us in the dark earlier…”
>“Of course… I’m sorry… I thought you weren’t comfortable with watching transformations happen, based on how you reacted to your friends… but you’re so remarkably calm now…”
>My heart thumped slowly, in times coming into sync with Daisy’s for a few harmonious beats, as I felt a coordinated warm pulse washing over my torso
>With sensations of a thousand little pinpricks faintly sweeping across my chest each second, a dull itch overtook my body as new patches of fur began to spring up
>The fur had a pleasant, comforting warmth to it, just enough to insulate us from the harsh, solid floor, but without being oppressively sweltering considering we we’d discarded our clothes
>Silhouetted in the soft light, I rested my own furry arms across as much of my torso as their range of motion would allow, speeding up the infectious spread of fur ever so slightly
>Far from trying to avoid it, I was embracing it just as welcomingly as Daisy was embracing me…
>Far from grappling with a fear of looming death, this felt… amazing… natural… like this is the pony I was always meant to be…
>This unicorn had given me a new lease of life tonight… twice… Thank you Daisy… I’ll be a good pony…

>>30345541
>With a soft shiver, my whole body shook as a long flowing tail of lurid pink strands flowed out from the base of my spine, spilling over the concrete
>An empty aluminum can went rolling about on the floor as my nerves haphazardly twitched the new appendage, knocking it aside in the fray
>While I continued lying on my back, the tightening and thickening of certain muscles in my haunches caused my legs to rise into the air, finding their natural equine positions amid the spreading fur
>Gravity wasn’t going to let them stay there rent-free, and as they started to droop apart to the sides, the folded shirt settled across the widely exposed region between
>I didn’t need to look to be sure: even if the associated feeling was partially shrouded by a few measly tufts of fur beneath the folded shirt, I could tell some… changes had gone on
>I sighed, more so matter-of-factly than dejectedly, with a markedly feminine voice resonating from my vocal cords
>With a brief series of pops, the last of the bones in my legs settled into place, their appearance looking remarkably equine right down to the long blue fetlocks freely swaying near each hoof
>With the way they trailed around my gently swaying legs, in the same manner of windless flags shifting about a flagpole, I couldn’t help but wonder whether their trails would accumulate dust
>My legs twitched excitedly as they were reached my another rush of pure bliss, a delightful side effect to saying farewell to my humanity

>>30345549
>Daisy turned my head with a coaxing motion, prompting me to close my eyes as she gently gave me an Eskimo kiss with her muzzle
>I felt the realignment of my other ear and facial features in the same cuddly onslaught, and when I opened my eyes, I came face to face with Daisy and furry apparition of my new muzzle
>I crossed my eyes in an attempt to bring it into focus, and with a gentle exhale, I watched the slightly blurry nostrils at the end of my muzzle flare as the puff of warm air flowed through
>Slowly, a curtain of new hairs drifted into sight, the elegant pink mane strands tumbling between me and the unicorn as I felt their weight gently tugging on my scalp
>I could easily pass as a fully transformed pony to most observers, but as a pair of bony nubs poked between the floor and my back, Daisy and I smiled about the capstone of the changes
>Kicking away the folded shirt and rolling onto my stomach, Daisy nuzzled close to me while the wings started to take form
>The undressed limbs pushed out, first manifest with a zig-zagging assembly of strong, dense muscles before being engulfed in feathers
>Shimmering feathers grew and bounced light from the soft glow of Daisy’s horn all around the room, a brilliant light show of vibrant blues
>When I felt the changes drawing to a close, I backed up to the center of the room, looked at Daisy, and snapped my wingtips out proudly with an unfettered grin
>The imposing feathers reached much of the way to the walls on both sides, and not only did the new appendages feel natural, I could feel them coursing with power, strength, readiness to fly
>Drawing them back in for a moment, I leaned forward and curled them around my unicorn friend, wrapping her in a feathery hug before I jumped for a full embrace

>>30345563
>Daisy caught me with just a hint of help from her magic, and amid a hearty laugh combined with an overwhelming wave of ecstasy, I shuddered and twitched as the old me was left behind
>And it felt… it felt wonderful!
>Breaking from the hug, I smiled at her for a few seconds as my mane lazily drooped back into place in front of my eyes
>I’d hate to ask anything more from Daisy when she’s already done so much for me – she’s such a good friend…
“Daisy, could you… No, nevermind, don’t worry about it…”
>“What is it, dear?”
>I sheepishly bit my lip, realizing the red blush in my face was very unevenly obscured by the long strands of pink mane
“Could you… braid my mane? I just think I’d look really pretty with a braid… You don’t… have to if you don’t want to…”
>Daisy smiled and took a step to my side
>“It’d be my pleasure; what are friends for, after all?”
>With mechanical efficiency, her telekinetic aura carefully gathered all the errant strands, separated them into a trio of groups, and braided them together in a steady rhythm
>As she neared the end, a small rubber band floated toward us from a small stack of papers across the room, and Daisy used it to secure the braid unyieldingly in place
>I was in awe as Daisy stepped back to admire her work and the beautiful trail of hair draped over my shoulder, shimmering in the light cast by her horn
>It was every bit as beautiful as I’d envisioned, a seemingly unending row of clean, uniform twists, and it was all mine to display when I went to meet friends… and make other, new friends!

>>30345567
>“You’re a very beautiful pony, uh…”
“Typhoon Twist!”
>“Well, Typhoon, I think that, not only does your mane look fantastic, but it’ll make flying a lot easier – I have a feeling your Pegasus friends will agree”
>“Of course you already know Cobalt from working with him for a few years, and Clementine Breeze has been dying to make friends with you!”
>My twitching wings wanted to launch into the air for an energetic celebratory flip, but given the confined volume of the storage room, that would have to wait
“I’m so excited! Let’s go!”
>Trotting to the door and ignoring the revolting brassy taste of the metal locks, I gripped the knob with my teeth and turned-
>I gripped the knob with my forehooves and turned-
>I gripped the knob with both my forehooves and teeth and turned-
“Daisy… little help please…”
>Still stifling her laughter as she watched my hopelessly slippery forays, Daisy gave in to assisting me, the glow of her magic wrapping around the deadbolt and knob with a series of clicks
>After a couple seconds, the door flew open, a bright white and red light suddenly flooding into the storeroom as Daisy and I shielded our eyes with our hooves
>Through the intense rays filtering in, we noticed the white and red light change, first to white and blue, then back to white and red, then white and blue…
>A clamor of hooves heralded the arrival of the orange Pegasus at the storage room’s door, her muzzle and spots of her coat coated with dried blood… Clementine Breeze…

>>30345577
>“Hiya Daisy, I’m glad you got done what you needed to; we’re super glad to have another Pegasus in the herd now”
>With a curt nod and a friendly smile, Clementine Breeze acknowledged me, her stern expression quickly returning as she continued informing us
>“Not sure whether it was the radio call or the store’s alarm that brought them, but the entire overnight police force seems to be out there – I think three cruisers and four or five officers”
>“Okay, then… what course of action do you want to go with to get us out of here?”
>“Not entirely sure, but we were afraid to abandon you here. They seem apprehensive to make a move, so we’re hunkered down behind the impromptu barrier the cruiser made”
>Glancing around Clementine Breeze, I noticed a familiar grey Pegasus stallion hunkered just below one of the cruiser’s side view mirrors in a small alcove of debris
>I gently nudged my new friends to the side in order to clear a path to my old friend, sliding into cover next to him as I attempted to keep my head low
>As he smiled at me from across the room, I could tell that he too had preserved some fond memories from our time together on the force and was excited to see me again

>>30345587
>“Well, glad to see you’ve made friends; how are you liking the hooves?”
“Oh, Cobalt, they’re absolutely wonderful! And the wings are marvelous too! They set my heart aflutter”
>Flaring my wings out ever so slightly, I strutted around the wine-soaked floor in a small circle, showing off the glorious blue feathers adorning my back
>“Hey, not bad! I’m in love with mine as well. They’re such a natural part of me now – I don’t know how I ever lived without them!”
“I’m jealous you’ve already gotten some flight time with them… Any word on when you think I’ll be able to try out mine and we can go make some new friends?”
>“Well, as soon as we can get the rest of the herd out of this mess, but that shouldn’t be too long considering Clementine Breeze has been studying the lay of the land out there”
>“Plus, Daisy’s great with strategy, and ha-”
>BANG
>Cobalt was cut short, his words catching in his throat as the clear report of a gunshot echoed through the store
>In the back, Clementine Breeze’s cries of anguish pierced through the air
>“DAISY!”
>I barely even had time to turn and process what I was seeing as the unicorn stumbled forward, clutching her head

The next update will, of course, be released on the evening of Thursday June 22.
Have a great week everyone!

>>30345334
26th

>>30345591
Great work, man.

>>30345591
>Daisy isn't a raging sociopath?

I loved this, I really thought Daisy was going to murder him for a moment.

I'm still not sure if she is a sociopath or not, or how much of the ponies perception of her is due to mental changes.

Good job as always, it makes me happy every time you update.

>>30345591
Ponies should willingly become good little horsies with memories intact

>>30343818
I want to be Shim Sham's little mute stallion

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>>30331629
What would you think of doing a Daybreaker TF?

>>30346061
She's a religious extremist in the cult of friendship.