Pony Transformation General

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>>30520141
>>30520115
All it takes is one little boop to make a new friend, isnt that great? Much less complicated than the human way.

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>>30520115
Don't worry anon, it won't even hurt

Just a nice hug, then the floof takes over

You'll feel a nice warm fuzz taking over your entire body

It will drown out all the pain and anger in your life, leaving nothing but warmth and joy

Doesn't that sound nice anon?

Come here, let me give you a hug

>>30520241
"O-okay, it doesn't sound so bad that way"
>moments later, searing pain rips all reason from you
Never trust a hug from a stranger

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>>30520002
>>30520217
>>30520241
>This is actually getting to me
F-fuck I didn't think I had such a weak will but it's so heartfelt and adorable.

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>>30520241
>It will drown out all the pain and anger in your life
I like the pain and the anger. It's as much a part of me and who I am as anything else.

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According to your horoscope, you're going to become a pony.

>>30520241
How about you go fuck yourself you dam dirty horse.

Where has Buckett got to?

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>>30520877
They have become the pet mare

If chapter 5 doesn't continue with James, I will legit have to stop reading until it's finished. The torture is too much.

>Wake up to a sucking feeling on your abdomen.
>An infant foal is latched on your side and is trying to suck milk out of your nonexistent teats.
>A unicorn stallion comes by and tries in vain to get the foal off.
>He explains that the foal's mother died recently and that it refuses bottles, only wanting milk from the real deal.
>He asks if you'd be willing to be turned into a mare and be the foal's surrogate mother for the time being.

Would you?

>>30521110
>Wake up to
Wake up to where? An orphanage?
Why are you sleeping with this foal?
Where is their father?
Who is this stallion?
Why is he okay with you sleeping with this foal?
Why doesn't he get help from a pony?
Why it relevant that he is a unicorn? Is this implying that he himself will transform you?

>>30520138
So is this nothing but anon to mare? is there any regular tf? any good one would be appreciated

Confused chest burster pone. Burst from your old meat sack in a fountain of glistening viscera and blood as a small cute pone

>>30521228
A lot of it is. What are you looking for?

>>30521110
>Time being
How about I fall for the stallion and I do it forever.

>>30520315
There's nothing weak about friendship anon, when you make a new friend aren't you both made the stronger for it?
Somepony to lean on when times get tough, to share laughs when times are good, to share sorrow when times are sad, to always be with you, forever and ever.
Wouldn't that be nice? To know in your very soul that you are not alone, and that your friends would help you no matter what?
It's a scary world out there, lets make it a better place, one person at a time.
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>>30522022
Sounds almost like living as a hobbit in the shire.

>>30520623
>tfw born late june
fuck

>>30521812
dunno i guess just some light hearted fun would be nice

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>>30521262

>>30521110
Sure. Why not.
And if the stallion plays his cards right maybe we'll have some more foals after the first is weaned.

Someone at the end of the last thread told me to repost what I wrote right before the thread hit the bump limit. So here's the start of my green again if you missed it.

>Looking down at your plate, you can't help but hope the scavengers get back soon.
>It's what seems to be a lumpy mound of refried beans and a meager helping of peas.
>All served on a soggy paper plate.
>"Hey, don't give me that look, you act like I've got a gourmet restaurant back here." grumbles the cook.
>You're pretty sure he's not even really a chef for a living.
>Not wanting to cause a stir, you sit down at one of the long fold out tables in the room.
>Food is food, no matter how shitty it is.
>At least that's what you tell yourself as you choke back some horrendous beans.
>This run down homeless shelter has been your home for the past month or so.
>There's about twenty people and all here, sticking together.
>Not everybody gets along, but it beats trying to make it outside.
>Almost everyone you'd run into is either deathly ill or not even human anymore.
>The sickness isn't nearly as viral as anything like flu or ebola, but it's dangerous enough that staying inside is the only thing that feels safe.
>Unless somebody inside with you is sick, then nowhere feels safe.
>You shudder, thinking back to the group you were traveling with before.
>It's so sudden when it happens, everybody is fine and the next thing you know you're terrified about if the water you drank this morning was clean.
>Or if you sat too close to that one guy yesterday.
>Continuing to eat, you wonder what your chores for the day are.
>Probably cleanup duty again.
>Beats having to go scavenge, but not by much.
>Looking around the room, your gaze falls on a woman sitting on the far side.
>She seems perfectly fine one moment, but then suddenly passes out the next.
>Her face slams into the beans with a loud thud.
>The girl sitting across from her falls back in fear.
>Oh fuck.
>There's no way that she's sick, is there?

>>30522939
>From what you can recall, the first symptoms are a high fever and nausea.
>Those alone doesn't instantly scream infected, but it should be cause for alarm.
>Passing out randomly however is a much more telling symptom.
>The infection hits the mind almost as much as it warps the body.
>The force of it finally beginning to work on your brain sends most into a near comatose state.
>When you wake up, it's all over.
>It's like someone flipping a switch in your mind.
>There's a chance she's just really tired, but nobody is willing to check.
>Anyone sitting remotely close to her has shuffled to the other side of the room.
>”Who is she? Was she with the last scav crew?”
>”What the hell?!”
>”Somebody go get Gabe!”
>”Fuck, I think she sneezed on me!”
>Everyone is going insane.
>A breach in the shelter is the one thing we prepare for most.
>Scavenger crews spend up to a week in quarantine upon returning, and any horse seen approaching is shot immediately.
>So how would she have gotten sick?
>Maybe this is all one fucked up misunderstanding.
>Even if it is, it's safe to say you've lost your appetite.
>It doesn't feel like this is some misunderstanding.
>Not in the slightest.

>>30522945
>Gabe, the defacto leader of the shelter soon arrives.
>Upon seeing the girl, he ushers everyone into the living quarters.
>Lining everybody up, he goes through roll call.
>It becomes very obvious that something is wrong very fast.
>He goes through the entire list of names, and everyone is present or currently out scavenging.
>Meaning the girl out there is completely unknown.
>Straightening his glasses, Gabe approaches Tori, the person who usually acts as “gatekeeper”
>”Care to explain why there's an undocumented woman in our mess hall?”
>Gabe takes his job very seriously, going as far as to treat the place like it’s some kind of bunker.
>Tori crosses her arms as she replies.
>”You know better than anybody here I wouldn't let in some fucking rando without proper process. I'm not an idiot.”
>”Then how do you explain her?” asks Gabe.
>She has no good answer for that, she just inhales sharply while giving Gabe a less than friendly look.
>”Did we do roll call last night?” asks someone in the crowd.
>Silence falls as people think back to last night.
>Gabe mutters a curse under his breath.
>”Tori, give me an exact schedule of the guard rotation for the past twenty four hours.
>Nodding, Tori walks off to find that.
>All the while you're glancing around the room, checking for anybody who seems off.
>If one person is sick, who's to say someone else isn't?

>After some minor detective work, three suspects are lined up.
>Each of them watched the door for at least an hour in the last twenty four hours.
>”Doug, Casey, Lilly. Can we please make this less of a headache? If you come clean nothing bad will happen to you. We understand wanting to help others, and maybe you simply forgot about procedure.” Gabe assures.
>”I swear to god it wasn't me. You know how much I hate those p- horses.” Casey mutters, catching himself.
>Gabe doesn't like us calling them ponies.
>Says it takes away the edge, makes them sound cute.
>When in truth a single one of them could spell doom for all of us.
>Lilly’s eyes are trained on the ground.
>”Lilly?” asks Gabe, stepping closer.
>”Sh-she lost her child…” Lilly murmurs.
>People begin to talk, but Gabe raises a hand to shush them.
>”Who lost her child Lilly?”
>”The w-woman… she said had to l-leave her baby while running. And sh-she needed to rest before going back out up look. I-I didn't know…”
>Gabe steps back, nodding.
>”I understand Lilly, I really do.” Gave reassures.
>Gabe walks off, returning with a gas mask on.
>”We've got confirmed turning. Tori could you come and help me? And Dr. Cartwright, go give Lilly a checkup, along with anybody else concerned about infection.”

>>30522951
>The two of them leave and the crowd turns to face the man in the corner of the room.
>He's dressed in all thick, black clothes and a gas mask like some new age plague doctor.
>In some ways, that’s not all that far off of a description.
>Medical professionals were quickly lost to the infection due to improper procedure in the early days.
>Cartwright, fresh out of medical school, was kept working on normal patients when everything started.
>Seasoned professionals were the ones working on the enigmatic infection.
>By the time he had to start working directly with the infection, he had adopted this garb.
>He sleeps and eats in his office, one that used to belong to an administrator at the shelter.
>Nobody can come in unless he is covered.
>It's rather paranoid, but he's obviously doing something right.
>”Alright, who's worried about being ill?” asks Cartwright in a muffled tone.
>You've never heard in talk with his mask off.
>Over half the shelter raises their hands.
>Groaning, he gets up, walking to his office.
>”Form a single file line outside my office. Lilly, you're first.”
>You opt to not go get a check up.
>Ignorance is bliss and all that.
>Walking off, you can't help but peek into the dining area.
>The girl is missing.

>>30522955
>Stepping into the area, you hear it instantly.
>A gunshot.
>Moments later Tori and Gabe walk back in.
>Gabe is in the middle of taking as he holsters his pistol.
>“-a girl like Lilly?”
>”She wanted to feel more useful, in hindsight I should have found something else. Sorry sir.” Tori grumbles.
>”Sometimes I swear it's l- oh, Jesse! Didn't see you there, not interested in a checkup?”
>You shake your head.
>”Hey, Tori and I have business to discuss. Could you watch the door for us? Only for an hour or two. I can make sure you get extra rations when we restock.”
>Even though he's phrasing it like a request, it's obvious it's not.
“Yeah, sure, I can.”
>Best not to cause any shit with Gabe.
>Especially since he's obviously not the happiest right now.
>”Great, that's the spirit. Now if you'll excuse us…”
>He walks off with Tori, leaving you with your assignment.
>Just another day in fucking paradise.

There it is, again. Hope it's good. I'll try to come up with a name for it and myself and put it in a paste.

>>30522956
Thanks!

Well shit, I always seem to miss getting in an update before the bump limit. Well here's one nice and early at the beginning of the new thread!

>Your walk isn't entirely uneventful.
>Some guy walks up to you about halfway through the walk.
>He taps your shoulder and motions for you to remove your earbuds.
>Doing so, you're met with a smile from the man.
>"Hey there lady, I've never seen you around here."
"Wow, it's almost like this is a somewhat large city or something!"
>The guy chuckles, rubbing the back of his head.
>"Yeah, yeah, but you stand out! You're really... impressive."
>His eyes scan over your body, stalling at your chest.
>How classy.
>Yeah, you don't even want to deal with this bullshit right now.
>This has been a great day, and you don't want anything lessening that.
>The guy suddenly finds himself looking at your shins.
>Not because he's craning his neck to look, but because that's where his line of sight reaches.
>Pigeons are awfully short after all.
>You nudge the bird away with your shoe.
"Go on, we all know you're full of shit, so why don't you go share that with some statue or car?"
>The bird coos, probably confused or angry at you.
>So ungrateful, you let him keep his mind and he acts like this!
>Oh well, you don't give enough of a fuck to mess with him further.
>Putting your earbuds back in, you walk off.
>He follows behind you for a bit, hopping along because he has no clue how to fly.
>But after a while he stops.
>You honestly couldn't care either way.

>>30523103
>Other than that, nothing really happens on your walk.
>You head up to your apartment, kicking off your shoes as you walk in.
>Should you turn back into a draconequus?
>A part of you really wants to, but another part of you misses the creature comforts of humanity.
>But as your stomach growls, you're also reminded of the many limitations of the human form.
>Eh, fuck it, you can stay human for a while.
>Helps you blend in, and you can always turn draconequus whenever you want.
>There's no rush.
>Sitting down, you order yourself a pizza.
>And by order you mean use your unfathomable arcane powers to conjure a pizza in front of you.
>Satisfied, you grab a slice and bite into it.
>The absolute perfect temperature.
>Magic really does negate a lot of the shitty first world problems you could bitch about.
>Polishing off a few slices, you feel something you haven't felt in a long time.
>Tired.
>You've passed out as a draconequus, but never have you felt the need for sleep.
>It's weird, but not entirely unwelcomed.
>A good night's sleep is nice.
>You head towards your room, looking at your ratty full sized bed.
>Nah, fuck that.
>Grinning, you sit on the foot of your new queen sized bed.
>Piece by piece you peel off your outfit, dropping them haphazardly on the floor.
>The hooks on the bra are frustrating enough that you use magic to take it off.
>And that's when you fully realize something kind of obvious.
>You've mostly been focusing on other things to notice it but...
>You have tits.

>>30523105
>A slight blush radiates on your face as you look down.
>Your chest is pretty average size wise, nothing too crazy here.
>Slowly, you run a finger over your nipple.
>Ripples of slight pleasure radiate, your nipples feeling firm and perky at the sensation.
>Are you really doing this right now Eris?
>The real questions is: how has it taken you this long?
>Then again, your draconequus body lacks breasts.
>Or would it be teats since you're not human?
>Not what you want to be focusing on right now.
>Curious, you pinch your right nipple slightly.
>You flinch, the sensitive flesh sending signals intermixed between pain and pleasure.
>It's hard to say if the pinch felt good or bad.
>If you wind up liking it, looks like you're a bit kinkier than before.
>Your mind flashes with images of clamps and whips.
>Shaking you're head, you go back to softly caressing.
>Also not what you want to be focusing on right now.
>Instead you let your focus drift as you keep toying with your nipples.
>The pleasure is far from intense or strong, but it's nice.
>You can feel yourself starting to get worked up, more aroused.
>That's when your gaze trails down to your panties, the last article of clothing on your body.
>You quickly rectify that, sliding them off.
>You're not surprised to see a vagina down there, you're a woman now after all.
>As you move your hand over it, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest.
>After everything that's happened, this is what's got you on edge.
>Figures.

>>30523110
>Tired of waiting, you slowly insert a finger into the slit.
>Your leg jerks slightly at the sensation.
>It's honestly enough of a shock that you pull your finger out.
>Oh come on Eris, you've had sex before, stimulation like this is nothing new.
>But, it is kind of.
>This feels far more intimate.
>You're not just rubbing, you're /in/ there.
>It's far more hands on, more intuitive.
>The blush that has been plastered on your face is only getting brighter.
>Taking a deep breath, you reinsert your finger, moving it around gently.
>In and out, in and out.
>It feels insanely good.
>You can't help but fall back, curling your toes as you continue playing with yourself.
>After a bit of "exploring", you run your finger against one area in particular.
>You gasp, letting out a soft moan.
>Playfully caressing it, you're pretty confident you've found your G Spot.
>That was fast.
>Praying that your walls aren't as thin as you thought, you continue fingering the spot.
>A chorus of moans echoes throughout your room, culminating in a moment of explosive pleasure.
>Everything disappears in that one moment, you're alone with pure sensation.
>Maybe it's because it's your first time as a woman, or perhaps it has something to do with your species, or your powers even.
>But there's no denying that this is arguably the strongest orgasm you've felt ever.
>Granted, you didn't masturbate often before, and you've only been with a few partners.
>But damn.

>>30523112
>Panting, you just lie there.
>Well, you were bound to explore this body of yours sooner or later.
>Looks like you chose sooner!
>Up until now, the genderbend has been something you've kind of looked over.
>It was bothersome at first, but you just kind of grew to accept it.
>Just became a thing you were used to really.
>But now things are different.
>You think you actually really like this change.
>Granted, this could just be you riding the high of your climax, but it's fucking nice.
>And you can't exactly list anything wrong with being a woman.
>You think about periods for a moment, the only possible downside.
>But what's stopping you from turning into a badass draconequus during that time to just kind of skip over it?
>You smirk to yourself at the thought, getting under the covers properly.
>You are a fucking genius Eris.
>It's around ten o'clock right now.
>Normally you'd be up late into the night, but tonight you're completely spent.
>Nestling up against your pillow, you shut your eyes.
>Sleep takes you almost instantly.
>There's not a worry or doubt in your mind at this moment.
>Every little thing feels like it's absolutely perfect.
>If you spend the rest of your life with days like this, you wouldn't even need the implied immortality of a god.
>But hey, you've got that too.
>So fuck yeah.

>>30523114
And that's the update. It's a quickie, but hopefully an entretaining one. Eris will be back to her irregularly scheduled chaos very soon, but everybody needs a little me time now and again.

https://pastebin.com/0XEUsr1t The pastebin for any newcomers.

>>30523114
Pretty good. Though I hoped she would lose some magic control and cause some chaos during the act. Or maybe she did and we just haven't seen it yet.

>>30521148
The stallion is the one that's going to transform you. The foal is his former marefriend who didn't want foals. He however did, so he turns her into one and has Anon take her place.

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"Nonny."

Twilight looms over you, her gaze a glare that could kill a horse. You swallow, glad you’re still a human on the inside.

"How many times, Nonny?" Twilight begins pacing the crystal castle’s library floor. She doesn’t watch you directly. She doesn’t need to. You both know you’ve learned not to run. "You do not forge ID to get drunk. You do not take advantage of Berry Punch being drunk to get drunk. You do not get drunk, period! You certainly don’t get drunk, throw up on several important pages of valuable magical tomes, and pass out on top of them! Do you have any idea what can happen? Besides destroying important books, you could have blown up Ponyville! You could have blown up Equestria!"

Internally, you chuckle. It’s almost like filly-barf is magic. You don’t smile. Twilight gets really annoyed when you smile during her lectures.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Twilight stops pacing to glare at you again. You feel yourself shrinking into the floor. Not literally. Twilight actually shrank you the time she found you frying ants with a magnifying glass, and afterwards made you apologise to Fluttershy, who hadn’t even been there. It had actually hurt her to find out. Her tears did make you feel guilty enough to apologise for real. This doesn’t. Twilight’s just scary when she’s mad, less because of anything she has done than what you know she can do. And she’s a lot bigger than you are.

You swallow and don’t say anything. You know a lot better than to sass Twilight by now, and you know that if you open your mouth, you’re going to drop a vulgar joke or try to tell her off, which will just make things worse. And fake apologies are worth their weight in belly-button lint. Geez, you miss having a belly-button now. Maybe you’re getting used to it in some ways, but being a tiny girl horse is still weird.

"Don’t give me the silent treatment, Nonny."

>>30523763

You stay quiet. You have nothing to say that won’t get you in bigger trouble.

"Fine. As soon as you’re washed up, I’ll talk to the girls." Twilight snorts as she walks around behind you. You snicker. She’s funny when she makes actual horse noises.

"You’re having a sleepover tonight. You, the Crusaders, Fluttershy. It’ll be great."

"Wait, no, I’m—what?" You’re cut off by how she lifts you by the back of your neck with her teeth. Your whole weight hangs there, but it’s not painful. Just… weird. Your whole body feels like it’s turned into a physics ragdoll from some game. You don’t control it—gravity does. What is this? Why is this? You barely register that she’s carried you off to the bathroom to clean up.

You tolerate the bath. It sucks when Twilight decides she has to do it for you, but then again, so does passing out where you did. And now you smell a lot better, even if Twilight does use the lavender-scented shampoo you hate. It doesn’t even go with your colour Yeah no, you’re not going to let Rarity’s lessons go to your head. You’re a dude. You don’t, you won’t, know the first thing about colour-scent coordination. You look like a walking biohazard, anyway. What even goes with black and green? You’re definitely not going to ask Rarity. Maybe Sweetie Belle. She gloats less.

Wait. Sweetie Belle! Twilight’s taking you to an impromptu Crusaders sleepover! You flail in the bath, splashing water around. You’ve got to escape! Your masculinity can’t take being swarmed by those fillies again! Scootaloo’s pretty chill when you can get her alone, but in a group…

"You can’t do this! I’m gonna die there!" you say.

"Just let me know when you’re done fussing," Twilight says, seemingly bored by the minimal effort of holding you relatively still in the tub. You struggle some more, but you’re just not big enough to out-muscle her, and she’s got magic. Yeah, you’re not going to win here.

>>30523766

"Fine," you say. You stop fighting. You can always try to escape the sleepover when you don’t have someone way bigger than you who’s totally willing to use just enough force, or hack the world with her stupid spells, to stop you.

After another few minutes of washing and rinsing, Twilight pulls the stopper from the tub, but pauses, then sighs instead of picking you up and out of the swimming pool-like bathtub. It’s totally the size of an ordinary tub, probably. You’re just that small now. It’s awful.

"I’m sorry I yelled, Nonny," Twilight says, hanging her head slightly. "Grown-ups shouldn’t yell at little fillies."

"I’m not—" You stop when Twilight covers your mouth with a hoof. Ugh, that always feels so weird. The frog of her hoof is textured funny.

"It’s rude to interrupt, Nonny."

Only when you do it, apparently.

"Now, I’m still taking you to the sleepover. I’m still a little mad and you need to learn your lesson and maybe make some friends on the way. But you do understand I’m doing my best, right? I want to see you grow up—again—happy and healthy here."

You fold your arms. You still call them arms. Just because you walk on them doesn’t make them legs, clowns prove that.

"You can just send me back."

"If I could, and I can’t, you’d get to your ’Earth’ in the same body. I can’t undo that, Nonny, and you told me exactly why it would be a bad idea to send you back like this." Twilight sighs and levitates you above the tub, running a brush through your hair and then flash-drying you. "Now, you’re not going to hit anypony at the sleepover this time, or there will be consequences. Understand?"

>>30523768

"Oh come on!" you say. Why is she still on about this? It was last year, and no harm was done. "Apple Bloom’s a ninja or something, I couldn’t even—"

"No. Hitting." Twilight’s steely-serious face is out. You swallow. Yeah, you’re not running afoul of that.

You nod. She smiles pleasantly.

"Good. Now, let’s get going. I have a lot of walking and talking to do this evening because of you." She shifts you into that weird scruff-hold again and carries you out of the bathroom. Then out of the whole wing of the castle. Then towards the massive front doors.

"Twilight. I can walk," you say. She doesn’t answer. "Twilight! Can you at least teleport or something?"

She swings the right door open and steps out into the busy, sunset-lit streets, still carrying you.

"Oh come on!"

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>>30522062
I guess there are similarities.

>>30520890
If I had a pet mare, first thing I'd do would be have her write her story for this thread.

>>30523774
This is extremely adorable.

>>30490069
Revenge is a dish best served via transformation into a pony. In cruel and unusual ways.

>>30508689
>A smirk that would no doubt widened
widen

>brushes a strained of hair
strand

>>30508696
>tilted to offer a better angel
angle

>masters bed
master's

>>30508706
>your already acting like a dumb animal
you're

>The I feel
Then

>Master askes
asks

>>30508726
>Master pulls it taught
taut

>fasting it in place
fastening

>”Your leaking pet~”
You're

>>30508734
>He’s hand moves
His

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You're going to end up just another of her experiments.

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All you have to do to become a pony is win a drinking contest with a pony.

>>30523114
Nice, I was wondering when she would get to the "Vigorous masturbation" part of being transformed

>>30526236
Ponies are much smaller than humans, so that should be easy.

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>>30526236
Liver, your service this night will not be forgotten, god speed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpkG1keJ3UY

>>30526264
Took her long enough. Not even chaos can escape the predictable patterns of TF stories.

>>30526326
I prefer to think of them as being about the same size.

>>30526599
Who wouldn't explore their new body? If I suddenly had a pussy I'd finger myself so hard.

>>30526684
even if they are a bit smaller, their livers are more effective at processing alcohol

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>>30526748
>finger
You're going to have a big problem when you become the little mare.

>Anon grows resentful that the other posters shun his shitposting.
>The bitterness in his heart transforms him into a wicked mare of darkness, Nightmare Anon.

>>30523774
>Yeah, you’re not running afoul of that.
more like running a-foal

It does read well, though. Good hook to get one to want to read more. Plus smol hoers being carried by the scruff is exceedingly cute

Remember to give more feedback to the writefags.

>>30526684
It would suck if you ended up in Equestria as a pony of the wrong scale.

>>30523114
Here's another update, this one more of a collaborative effort than a mere volunteer~

>It's a couple days later that you actually do anything of note again.
>Despite how awesome you are, you don't do something interesting every single day.
>That was true before you were a chaos deity, and hasn't changed now.
>Not to mention you just wanted to relax and enjoy Earth's more basic comforts.
>Which, was fun and all, but now you're feeling the urge to raise hell again.
>And you think you have just the thing.
>In your days of downtime, you started looking into My Little Pony a bit more.
>After all, that world exists, it couldn't hurt to learn more in case you visit.
>And during your searching, you happened across something rather interesting.
>/You/ exist.
>As in, Eris exists!
>Granted, you don't seem to be canon, but people have drawn and written about you.
>It's weird as hell, and a little flattering.
>And what started as you learning more about Discord and his world became a vanity trip.
>Looking at fanart and reading stories, basically indulging in all things you.
>Which lead you to one artist in particular.
>One who /loves/ Eris, even going as far as to draw themselves turning into you!
>So, who better to go give a hands on demonstration of your powers than a total Eris fanboy?
>You check their name one more time to be sure.
>"Tf-Sential."
>Surely a username is more than enough to take you to them, right?
>If not, you'll just dox them or some shit.
>Easy as pie!
>Today should be pretty fun for you, and you're sure Sential will have fun as well.
>After all, he does /love/ Eris~!

>>30529220
>You turn into your draconequus self, thankfully sitting down while you do so.
>Last time you went draconequus in here your horns knocked a hole in the ceiling.
>But you just have to show up as your real self for this guy.
>It would just feel wrong to not to.
>A smile envelops your face as you're back in your body.
>Being a human is fun and definitely has perks, but there's no denying how good being a nine animal chaotic mashup feels.
>It's still early, so you decide to devote the morning to relaxing a bit more before paying your artist friend a visit.
>So you lie there, simply enjoying the peaceful serenity of the world ar-
>Yeah, right, you spend a couple minutes relaxing before feeling like you're wasting time.
>You practically shoot up off the couch after a minute.
>Perhaps you should have seen this coming, but your horns ram into the ceiling yet again.
"Fuck!"
>Bits of the popcorn ceiling fall, getting in your hair.
>You brush them out, removing your horns.
>Maybe you should do some remodeling here.
>Or maybe shrink yourself down a bit.
>Because even though this is your human apartment, you want to be comfortable at all times.
>Eh, you can concern yourself with that later.
>Right now you want to have some fun.
>Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you start planning out your entrance.
>You could go big and flashy or just ambush the guy.
>Decisions, decisions...
>Oh to hell with it, you can be up front with the guy!
>It's more your style anyways.

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>>30529229
>You turn into your draconequus self, thankfully sitting down while you do so.
>Last time you went draconequus in here your horns knocked a hole in the ceiling.
>But you just have to show up as your real self for this guy.
>It would just feel wrong to not to.
>A smile envelops your face as you're back in your body.
>Being a human is fun and definitely has perks, but there's no denying how good being a nine animal chaotic mashup feels.
>It's still early, so you decide to devote the morning to relaxing a bit more before paying your artist friend a visit.
>So you lie there, simply enjoying the peaceful serenity of the world ar-
>Yeah, right, you spend a couple minutes relaxing before feeling like you're wasting time.
>You practically shoot up off the couch after a minute.
>Perhaps you should have seen this coming, but your horns ram into the ceiling yet again.
"Fuck!"
>Bits of the popcorn ceiling fall, getting in your hair.
>You brush them out, removing your horns.
>Maybe you should do some remodeling here.
>Or maybe shrink yourself down a bit.
>Because even though this is your human apartment, you want to be comfortable at all times.
>Eh, you can concern yourself with that later.
>Right now you want to have some fun.
>Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you start planning out your entrance.
>You could go big and flashy or just ambush the guy.
>Decisions, decisions...
>Oh to hell with it, you can be up front with the guy!
>It's more your style anyways.

>>30529242
"I really do like your art kid."
>You're probably around the same as him, be he doesn't have to know that.
>As far as he's concerned you're as old as the universe or some other abstract age.
>"Um... thanks?"
>He rubs him arm, not sure how to deal with this.
>Not that you can blame him, you thought you were going crazy when you met your first draconequus!
"I'm glad that I can serve as such a talented artist's muse~"
>You swear you can almost make out a blush on his face, it's hard to tell though.
"I did just find out you exist though, so pardon me taking so long to pay you a visit!"
>"It's fine! It's... jeez this is so bizarre." Sential mumbles.
"Now then, with introductions out of the w-"
>"How fucked am I?"
>You blink.
"Huh?"
>"Eris is paying /me/ a visit, I doubt this is going to end well for me."
>Well, he's not exactly wrong.
>You're not surprised that he'd be suspicious.
"One second, let me find something..."
>Pushing him out of the way slightly, you start typing on his computer.
>A paw and a talon make it hard, but you manage.
>After some searching, you pull up a little sequence of Sential's.
>A simple three parter of him turning into you.
>Looking back at him, you grin.
"Want to make this a reality?"
>"I don't th-"
"Great, let's get started!"
>He steps back a bit, fear beginning to well.
>He's not exactly wrong to be afraid either~

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>>30529251
>His backing away won't do much for him though.
>He's backed into the corner of his room.
>Rolling your eyes, you motion with your paw for him to come forward.
>That, coupled with a heavy dose of magic, does indeed push him closer towards you.
>You gently seat him into his chair and stand over him.
"You ready~?"
>"A-absolutely not!"
>Patting his head, you begin his changes.
>His hair begins to bleach itself white, quickly growing itself out.
>A bit of blood trickles from his head as a horn begins to push through his skin.
"I promise that this isn't going to be messy! Just... parts of it!"
>That, for some reason, doesn't seem to calm him down!
>Wincing, he touches the small pointed nub beginning to grow.
>Little does he know that touching his head is only going to succeed in speeding things up!
>In order to make things interesting, the transformation will only proceed to parts of the body that it touches.
>Sential learns this the hard way as his fingers begin to stretch slightly, folding into claws at the tip.
>The skin begins to harden and contort, two of his fingers outright fusing together.
>His now longer hair brushes against his face and outright covers his ears now, meaning the domino effect of the transformation is picking up.
>You can only imagine the sensation, what you remember of your change was pretty taxing.
>The tears beginning to stream down his face are pretty indicative of that.
>Feeling his other horn begin to grow, he instinctively clamps down his other hand on it.
>Looks like he still hasn't gotten the memo yet.
>Oh well, that soon to be paw coming sooner is nothing to complain about.

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>>30529263
>Sential's nose begins to twitch slightly, like he's holding back a sneeze.
>But it's a lot more than a sneeze he's trying to hold back.
>It widens out slightly, bones creaking and twisting in ways that are audibly wrong.
>He gasps, squeezing the side of his chair with his talons.
>His whole face begins to push outward, involuntarily barring his lengthening teeth.
>Blood wells up in his gums at the sudden growth and the tears are becoming a more steady stream right now.
>All the while you're watching with absolute glee.
>He's looking so good so far!
>Looking on with glee, you playfully flick his long, fuzzy ear.
>He'd probably voice a complaint if he wasn't so preoccupied.
>As he deals with the experience of growing a snout, fur begins to grow.
>Starting at the forehead, the hairs rapidly begin to fill in the face.
>Which is good considering how awkward your face looks without fur.
>His hand has already morphed into the yellow paw it should be, and that second horn has rapidly pushed out as well.
>Noticing his paw has some specks of blood on it, you quickly clean it for him.
>When you look that good, you don't want to look messy!
>A burning sensation forces Sential to clamp his eyes shut for a moment.
>And once they are opened, his eyes have changed to a beautiful red and yellow.
>Breathing rapidly, he feels his face.
>It's not even recognizable as human anymore, everything has remolded into a far more attractive shape.
"You're doing so great Sential! Isn't it wonderful~?"

>>30529275
>He doesn't answer, instead opting to watch in horror as the fur begins to travel down his body.
>It quickly reaches his arms, meeting up with his already altered hands.
>However, that's hardly the most interesting thing going on.
>That honor goes to the fact that his body is subtly stretching out.
>Sential is getting taller and thinner gradually as his body is coated.
>Gritting his teeth, there's not much he can do but watch.
>Clothes quickly become a problem as his body is no longer shaped for them.
>Looks like you'll have to speed up one certain part of his transformation before getting rid of them.
>Giggling, you snap your fingers and watch the magic happen.
>Although their chest remains flat, Sential instantly notices his missing member.
>With a sharp gasp he, or rather- she, looks at you.
>"Oh come on!" she complains.
>The pain is nowhere near as intense at this moment, letting her actually get out the words.
>Words spoken in your voice.
>Smirking, you get rid of her clothes and look over her body.
>It's long, her torso and arms showing absolutely no skin.
>She suddenly doubles over as her spine begins to extend.
"That tailbone is a bitch, isn't it?"
>There's no doubt that's what she's reacting to, because you can see a small nub at the base of their back.
>It extends excruciatingly slow, bringing back the intense pain that had only recently subsided.
>The tip of the tail having grown first makes it so that the growth gets progressively worse.
>A thicker part of the tail would obviously hurt more pushing out.
>It takes over a solid minute for that long reddish tail to grow out.
>And the relief on Sential's face is palpable once it does.

>>30529289
>Her relief is awfully short lived however.
>Mounds on her back have been quietly growing there for a while.
>But they're beginning to push with more intensity.
>Knowing what's about to happen, you mute Sential for a moment.
>Almost exactly on cue two wings burst out from her back.
>The force sends her sprawling on the floor, silently screaming.
>You magically clean off the feathers and leathery skin of the two mismatched wings before giving her back a voice.
>She's sobbing slightly, picking herself off the ground slowly.
>As she does, her legs begin to lock up as the muscle structure begins to change.
>"Ow, ow, ow, oow..."
>The pain is nowhere as intense as her sudden wings, but it's more of a radiant burning coursing through her legs.
>One leg's skin is beginning to crack as if it hasn't seen moisture in years.
>The cracked skin begins to change in color and hardened, becoming thick scales.
>The other leg is coated in a coarse brown fur growing roughly as fast as the scales.
>His toes clench tightly together on one of his feet as the the whole foot begins to stiffen and reshape.
>The defined shape of a human foot twists into an equine hoof as the bones in it snap into place.
"Almost there sweetie, you're so close!"
>Your doppelganger rudely extends her middle talon as her other foot's claws dig into her carpet.
>Looking her over, she's your spitting image!
>Not a part of her seems out of place.
>She slowly gets up, wobbly as hell and still aching from her changes.
>"That... was..."
"Great~?"
>"Not the word I was looking for..."

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>>30529297
"Now then Sential, or Other Eris, not sure which you prefer, we can get on to step two!"
>Her eyes widen a bit.
>"St-step two...?"
>You nod, clapping your hands together.
>"H-hey, if I'm a copy of you, then I've got your powers! I'll just..."
>She's cut off by your sharp laughter.
"Do you really think I'd give you the magic? Sorry, but I'm not going to make a mistake /that/ big!"
>"Yeah, that makes sense I suppose."
>Her quick acceptance makes you smile, working with them sure is fun!
>She gets it, but isn't exactly into it!
>It's a good combination.
"Now, as great as I am, there can't be two of me running around."
>"Then why make me a copy of you?"
"I'm getting to that! You see, I love your art so much, and I appreciate you so much for doing it, I'd thought we could work together on your final piece!"
>She doesn't quite get what you mean yet.
>Illustrating your point, you move their tablet over closer.
>Then with utmost care, you gently shove their face directly into the tablet.
>Catching her off guard, she probably expects it to hurt like hell.
>Instead however, a part of her face begins to slip into the tablet!
>Grimacing, she tries to push upward and get away.
>If this was a purely physical fight, she might stand a chance, but you've got magic!
>And that magic helps you very quickly get her into the tablet.
>You watch with glee as she looks around her blank surroundings.
>Her gaze catches you and she bangs on the inside of the screen.
"Hmm, I definitely need to make some edits for you..."

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>>30529317
>Picking up the stylus, you get to work.
>You aren't familiar with how art software works, but you can bullshit it.
>A lot of what you do is just tell your magic to do something while you drag the stylus around.
>She looks aghast as you begin moving around body parts and posing them.
>You're fun, sassy, confident, and all those other positive descriptors.
>And this piece has to reflect that!
>After some work, you've got her in a nice pose.
>She's shrugging, staring at you with a cocky smirk.
>You notice that the words "Help me...!" showed up somewhere during your edits.
>Crafty and hilarious.
>Giggling to yourself, you save the image, text and all.
>"Erisisthebest.png"
>Absolutely beautiful.
"See? You get to be me forever! And you'll be seen by countless of people online!"
>Although Sential is very much conscious in there, they can't exactly reply to you.
>Now, on to getting this out there!
>Getting back onto their computer, you go through their accounts and start posting it.
>DeviantArt, FurAffinity, everything!
>Looking through their browser history for other accounts, you notice that they frequent a pony based 4chan board.
>One about transformation of all things!
>Seeing this as just too perfect, you head in and make a post as "Totally TF-sential."
>"Don't mind my dust! Busy enjoying exactly what I asked for~!"
>Submitting the post, you get off their computer.

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>>30529332
>That was pretty fun.
>You've got a smug grin plastered on your face.
>Sential probably deep down loves the fact that they're Eris now.
>And if they don't, they've got plenty of time to get used to it!
>As you walk out the door, you can't help but pull up that image on your phone.
>Congrats Sentinal, you're now the phone background of your favorite chaos god!
>Not being totally cruel, you made it so that she can see through her eyes, meaning she can look at several screens if she's pulled up.
>Meaning as long as your phone is up, she probably sees something!
>Because, even though you have no intention of rectifying this, you do like the guy.
>Anybody who things you're as awesome as you are deserves a bit of credit in your book.
>With everything done, you leave.
>No walk this time, you just teleport back to your apartment.
"Gah, fuck!"
>Your horns ram into the ceiling yet again.
>And your day was so perfect so far!
>Turning human, you clean up the little mess and flop down on the couch.
>Maybe you'll pull Sential up in art software again sometime for a little chat.
>Or you'll keep them they way they are.
>After all, the posing is pretty top notch on them right now.
>You'll decide later.
>Right now?
>You kind of want to try drawing.

And that's the update! Special thanks again to TF-Sential for doing illustrations to make this silly little update all the more entertaining. As always, would love to hear any feedback you may have. Who's next on Eris' chopping block? Stay tuned to find out!

>>30529353
Pretty meta.
Also, Eris is a huge bitch. Almost everyone she's run into has been turned into an inanimate object or an animal incapable of speech. Even the guard who got turned into a mare didn't get off that easily, since he basically got trapped in his own mind.

>>30529589
Yeah, she's been rather drastic with her transformations. Can't say that wasn't the point, especially as things slowly progress!

>>30529353
Wow, this is nice

Bloop fuckers.
>>30529353
Queen Bedbug update when?

>>30530126
And speaking of updatesss!

>>30530233
You’re sitting in the spacious office.
It feels empty.
No Am in sight to tell you things or to chat with.
It all feels desolate.
The door suddenly busts open.
And inside it, Li.
Tears running down his face, he’s pointing his finger at you, and mutters something, walking closer at a brisk pace.
“Y-You did it! Y-Y-You’re responsible for his death!” He shouts angrily, waving his finger at you. “He died because of you!”
And then everything stops and grows slowly gray, breaking apart like sand.
And then you see it again.
That dark bug-like thing.
It pulls your hoof again.
You’re being pulled again through the void.
Black emptiness, all around you.
And then it shines brightly, in a searing yellow light.
The searing heat is almost unbearable.
Then the creature spreads its wings, they look like made of metal, spreaded out, with blue shining undersides, pulsing, spewing billions of little stars that just disappear.

>>30530240
You wake up with a startling gasp.
Sitting in your bed, panting.
What was that?
You look on the alarm clock beside of your bed.
Five in the morning.
You get up and walk to the balcony next to your bedroom.
It was another dream, like the one you had in the hospital.
You sigh and let the wind of the early morning ruffle your mane.
Under you, the lights of the city shining.
The city bustles even with life so early…
If Juri got his hands on PON E, no one would be safe.
Hands? No. Hooves, Wuzi said hooves.
You get to the office.
Computer.
You grab a pencil into your mouth, and use it to tap the keys and mouse buttons.
There.
Wuzi must’ve saved the footage of the CCTV camera onto the hard drive.
You skip zhrough the footage.
There you are, wandering aimlessly to the middle of the shootout.
Static, static…
Explosion…

>>30530246
And then you see it, Jurij’s mask gets ripped off, and he grasps for air.
Nothing is visible through the static on the screen, and suddenly it clears up.
They’re dragging Gargarine back to the helicopter.
You jerk back.
The black hole filled hooves.
You see them again.

>>30530251
And das it.
No update next week,as I'll be holidaying in Egypt.

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>>30530251
I wonder what could be bugging her.
Have fun in Egypt.

Hello, pony TF! Long time lurker who forgot about this for a few years, rediscovered it, and finally joined the discord. Glad to partake in this <s>gay</s>great crusade and try my hand to shake free some cobwebs. Admittedly new to greentext, so please bear with me.

>be Anon
>You did not sign up for this.
>Well, you did not sign up for a lot of things.
>You never signed up to play football (known by some as ‘soccer’ for some unbeknownst reason) as a child.
>Your name still found its way onto a team roster somewhere to make you a halfway capable (if highly unwilling) striker.
>Nor did you sign up to receive the burden of the expectations and hopes of your parents placed on your shoulders, necessitating a university business degree in a downturn economy.
>The most immediate subject on this list lay the current situation at your work.
>You’re a young twenty-something that works at an electronics shop, selling fine wares at exorbitant prices. You are actually not bad at it either, having managed to raise your IRL charisma stat to at least a 5 on a good day.
>Maybe it was because you are paid commission.
>Nonetheless, you feel partially vindicated in choosing to major in Marketing and Management after all.
>However, you are not paid enough to put up with being berated by an irrational and perhaps mentally challenged three-hundred pound woman.
>Not over refusing to accept a return on a cheap ‘faulty’ toaster that burns toast when the timer is left at the maximum heat setting.
>Especially minutes from being able to close the shop for the night.
>Finally, your patience gives way.
>You see red. Words are said, mainly pertaining to where the toaster could be shoved into.
>After the boss conducts damage control and gives away a new top of the line toaster to get her to fuck off.
>Spineless jerkoff.
>What follows is a particularly spirited one on one with the boss, where you ultimately find yourself leaving an hour early for an unscheduled two days unpaid vacation.

>>30530716
>Fantastic. Good going, hero. You chose a fine hill to die on.
>At least you have a few days off to game and generally be unproductive. You’re almost not even mad.
>Almost.
>You drive home sullenly, parallel park on the dimly-lit semi-deserted street outside your apartment building, and attempt to pull up the exceedingly stiff parking brake on your battered Corolla.
>You love this piece of shit car. More loyal and dependable than anyone else in your life.
>Succeed in overcoming the parking brake and trudge your way inside, up flights of stairs (gotta improve that cardio), and get the hell inside your apartment.
>Home at last. Fuck today.
>Dropping your bag and coat, you turn on the heater, hang up your car keys and make your way into the tacky vintage 80s wood-panelled kitchen, taking the time to peruse the pantry for a few packets of the new finest ramen noodles your money could buy.
>Actually, they were all obtained from the local Asian shop from an old Korean lady who cannot speak English, purchased for the sole reason that the packaging had knock-off off-colour small horses: both winged and horned.
>You collect a pot from the cupboard and half-fill it with water and place squarely atop the element on the shittiest stove known to mankind.
>Engaging the stove to maximum, dinner plans now well underway.
>Time to browse your decent supply of alcohol.
>Certainly not a beer or cider night, Drambuie is too smooth/expensive to be carelessly slugged, rum and gin are part of your Long Island Ice Tea collection and not easily palatable.
>Vodka, it is then.
>Pouring the transparent liquid directly into a coffee cup for effective consumption, taking a solid slug and topping off the cup, you take a seat on your worn beige sofa, log into your laptop and tab to your usual haunts.
>Browse your cancerous social media accounts, excavate and resurrect dead memes, browse the insistent recommendations provided by Steam post-summer sale despite your depleted game fund.

>>30530718
>Of course, ponies are browsed too, because you are a ponyfag. Naturally, your internet history would show that, between links to /mlp/, derpibooru and FIMfiction.
>The non-tech savvy individual would probably be clued into your affinity by character art of your OC, a dark cyan pegasus stallion, hanging on the wall of your bedroom, opposite the wall with your degree.
>Fortunately, it was not like your few friends who you did infrequently hang out with came into your room; to say nothing of your non-existent sexual partners.
>Irrelevant to the current situation, where you seek to take your mind off the current lack of direction of your life and your general failings to be a good little retail bit…sales consultant. The latter sounds classier.
>You recall that you are preparing dinner, choose to check the state of the water in the pan.
>Nicely simmering? Time to immerse the two square blocks of dehydrated noodles into the pot, and force them under the bubbling surface with a fork.
>Satisfied, you sip at your vodka. This cheap shit is awful, but the alcohol is coursing through your veins: you feel a wonderful buzz already.
>You retrieve the contained sachet of sauces and the small packet of seasoning mix from the packages, inspecting each.
>Naturally, it is not in English, but you can identify at least two of the three sauces as oil and chilli sauce.
>The third…looked like it contained sparkles? Therefore, it must be delectable based on your past experiences.
>You shrug and apply the sum of the condiments into the pot, adding a few chilli flakes for good measure, and toasting slices of bread.
>Looks normal enough now.
>Sweet.
>After patiently waiting a few minutes for cooking, you decide the dish looks palatable enough; turning off the element, depositing into a large bowl with a side plate piled high with toast for the ramen juice.

>>30530722
>Taking a seat on your sofa with your inexpensive MSG-laden meal, you boot up some retro Knight Rider on your laptop and lament on how you should have been born ten years earlier and grew up in the 80s.
>You would have been able to rock the aviators hard, and not get shit for it. What a loss.
>Your ramen and mug of alcohol are quickly consumed, with soggy ramen-flavoured toast supplementing the meal to fill your stomach whilst viewing several exciting episodes.
>Michael Knight and KITT, dynamic duo, taking names and kicking ass to preserve human life.
>The warmth of the room, your fatigue from an admittedly shit day, coupled with your relaxed and drowsy intoxicated state conspired to make for a mounting wave of exhaustion.
>As these combinations of factors hit hard, you find yourself rolling onto your side on the sofa, with eyes drooping shut.
>Your last conscious thought is that you did not even change out of your uniform, your employee lanyard even still around your neck under your uniform collar.
>You stir gently, sunlight pouring in through an undraped window, not providing much assistance to the insistent dull aching occurring inside your head.
>Ah, your dear old friend, the faithful hangover. You did not even have an excessive amount to drink. Must be losing your edge.
>Looks like you passed out without even turning off your laptop. You’ve progressed to what appears to be the third season.
>At least it seems like it. Two Pontiac Trans Ams directly fighting? Season one or three.
>You’re not in the mood to watch this right now, probably better to turn it off, get up and get a glass of water and pop an aspirin.
>Moving to sit up, you find yourself unable to maintain your balance. Not without supporting yourself upright.
>On your laptop on the table, Hasselhoff makes a bad pun. Quite enough of that.
>Attempting to reach out to shut the device, you notice the sleeve of your shirt sagging excessively midway down the arm.

>>30530727
>Odd, did you rip your new work shirt? Shrugging your shoulders is not recentering the shirt.
>Attempting to tug back the sleeve with your other arm, you discover yourself in the same situation.
>Annoyance creeps across your features, you attempt to grasp at your sleeve through the fabric, with your fingers finding seeming to find no grip.
>You are clearly a mess if you cannot even manage to shirt right.
>Your perseverance eventually pays dividends, your limb slipping free.
>Rather, your limb turns out to be blueish-green furred hooved leg, complete with minor feathering.
>sweet jesus thats not right at all
>With great urgency, you tug at the other sleeve, freeing what turns out to be another hooved leg.
>You choose the nuclear option and attempt to rip yourself free of your shirt and kick your pants free, seeing where this trend is going and disliking it.
>You manage to succeed in rolling off the sofa, knocking your laptop off the table.
>On the plus side, no more snippy remarks from Devon Miles.
>You free yourself from your woven prison with strong kicks, and destroying your pants and shimmying free of the debris until your head gently knocks against the sofa.
>You take the opportunity to rip that damn lanyard off too.
>Your gaze passes down your body, observing your horse-like rear legs.
>You are clearly no longer human, but a distinct sheath makes clear your sex has not changed.
>With only slight panic, you roll over onto your feet-
>Er... hooves.
>You unsteadily make your way towards your room and the full-length mirror within, grateful that walking came naturally, at least.
>You had to know the damages, before you considered the causation.
>Pressing a hoof against the door and pressing it open, you find yourself confronting the new you.
>Gazing into the mirror, you examine your form.
>A dark cyan coat, tan mane with consistent colour to your tail. Moderately cut, not unlike your former haircut.

>>30530739
>Your face is now clearly equine, wide and deeply inquisitive blue eyes staring back at you.
>You attempt to mutter a snide remark to yourself, but find you can't.
>You make a small chuff instead.
>You notice a pair of wings folded close to your body.
>Flicking them to an outstretched state, you admire the downy feathers and their length when unfurled.
>You give an experimental downward flap, comparing your appearance with that of the framed artwork of your pony.
>All things considered, you’re remaining remarkably calm throughout this.
>Mostly because you had fantasized about this particular scenario rather a bit before, but you were never fully sure this was a change you would be okay with.
>Now?
>...you still don’t know, but you’re pretty damned excited about having wings.
>You find that they're now sticking out on their own, as well as... something else.
>You have effectively successfully aroused yourself by looking at yourself.
>Finding no other way to, erm, ‘beat’ around the bush, you leap atop your bed and roll onto your back gently, taking care to be mindful of your erect wings and resting your head on one of your pillows.

>>30530742
>Slowly, you move a hoof down to your erect length, tracing your hoof gently along the unfamiliar flesh, shivering at the sensitivity.
>Toying gently at one side of the medial ring, you place your other forehoof against the other side.
>You stroke your hooves in unison up and down your shaft.
>With a little experimentation, you find the walls of your hooves are far less pleasurable against your phallus than cradling your shaft between your fetlocks and stroking.
>Utilizing this, you find a tempo and steadily press your hips into your downward strokes, your horsecock steadily leaking pre.
>With breathless whinnies, your rhythm increases as you flare up, thrusting eagerly into your fetlocks as you near your climax.
>With a pathetic squeak, you climax, your penis throbbing hard and shooting a number of spurts directly down your underside.
>You pant raggedly, your stomach and chest well spattered with your seed, sprawled out warm and content in the afterglow.
>Having zero motivation to move or immediately consider your predicament, you gradually find yourself refurling your wings and curling up to slip off into a post-orgasmic nap.

>>30529997
Glad to hear it. Anything specific you liked?

>>30530747
Pretty good so far.

>>30529353
Illustrated story is pretty awesome.

>>30531476
Yeah, when Sential offered to illustrate their part, I was definitely excited. I already had an idea for a funny way to do and twist their request, but having it come to life made it all the more cool. Would definitely love to work with artists again sometime.

>>30529589
>>30529644
Funny 'cos inanimate objects aren't very chaotic. They just sit there doing nothing.

>>30529353
Great update, and the illustrations are some glorious, glorious icing on the cake!

I want to see Anon attend an academy in Equestria where he'll be transformed and taught to be the proper little pony.

>>30532522
If I were half as good an artist as them I'd probably illustrate all my updates. The visual aspect feels like a really nice addition to green.

>>30532533
>To address complaints of gender bias in the royal guard conscription is introduced.
>Anon is drafted 'by mistake'

>>30532769
We'll need to recruit an army of artists working round the clock to illustrate all stories.

>>30530747
Do you have a pastebin for this?

>>30514668
The story's great though I find it a bit depressing. So much terror, suffering and brainwashing.

>>30533966

Not at this stage, will wordsmith and organise after work

I hope RichAnon's coming back soon.

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>>30534263
Yes?

>>30534263
Yes, I would love to see a continuation of any of his stories

Or even a completely new story from him

His work has a very high level of polish and extremely potent horse feels

>>30534182
But the terror and suffering is what makes it great. It's all the best parts of 28 Days Later and Invasion of the Bodysnatchers.
And it makes you think. Is this the end of the world or the beginning of a new one? What makes you, you? Is annihilation through assimilation still annihilation? Or how long do you think you'd last in this world?

>>30520138
Blonde looks so much better than black.

>>30535371
It was an attempt at turning human again. It backfired instead making Anon become blonde. Somewhat ironically, the typical question mark cutie mark anonpone normally has only came in at this moment. That is because anon was also afflicted with incurable retrograde amnesia. Their talent has seemingly become impossible levels of cluelessness. Balancing on two hooves is one of their many ways to attempt and focus on something, yet it doesn't work very often. At least Forget Me Not is happy, although she's not sure why everyone keeps calling her anon.

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>>30535371
I much prefer it.

>>30535793
Does she become a stereotypical dumb blonde?

>>30535325
I'm not denying it's done well.
It's not the end of the world, it's only the end of every individual person. The ponies that replace them will do fine. Provided they don't try and get too friendly with nukes or something silly like that.

>>30533966
https://pastebin.com/RsWLj3kP

>>30536805
The butterfly cutie mark symbolizes how you emerged from your cocoon transformed from dull human into pretty pony.

>>30515699
I find Dan's indoor pool completely implausible but will chalk it up to magic sea pony powers. Maybe Mac can help her with the eggs.
I'm hoping for Anon to become more compatible with April. Can't wait to see Sarah's condition and what happens next.

>>30536265
She the more like Winnie the Pooh dumb. She tries focusing, winds up failing, it backfires completely but she's still smiling at the end of the day.

>>30537182
Somebody please write clueless blond anon

>>30518230
Great stuff. The frustration of learning magic was very good. I was getting a Douglas Adams vibe even before the reference.
This religious order doesn't have to take a vow of celibacy, do they?

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CUDDLY DOOM
Chapter 4 (completed as of >>30514668) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/wEvA1SvL
Chapter 5 (starting today) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/EadPk3qW
The story’s full chapter directory can be found here: derpy.me/cuddlydoom

>Fifteen minutes
>I figured we’d been waiting about fifteen minutes when I glanced at the steadily moving hand of the small analog clock, its emotionless face keeping time from a lofty spot above the front counter
>My ears twitched, unable to pick up the characteristic tick of its mechanism over the sound of Typhoon Twist’s fearful breaths, her barrel rising and falling with increasingly apparent trepidation
>“He said he’d be coming back… I-I-I thought he’d be back by now…”
>I readjusted the pressure of my hooves on her side, trying to press firmly on a phantom bump that my hard, insensitive hooves were having terrible trouble feeling
“You’re going to be okay – Cobalt and I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”
>“Daisy, d-does… cardiac arrest… hurt a lot for… for ponies?”
“I don’t know, Typhoon… but I’m not prepared to find out, either. We’re going to get you through this”
>“O-Okay… Daisy, I don’t want to… to…”
“Don’t worry about it, he’ll be back in just a moment”
>She spoke softly, as though her clinical fate were a predator lurking in the dead of night, listening for its prey before it could pounce
>“How… how much longer… do I-I-I have… until…”
>My eyes flicked back to the clock, wrought with fear of the unknown in spite of the fact that I knew exactly what time it was
“It’s… been a bit more than fifteen minutes… there’s… there’s still time”

>>30537623
>I could only lament how desperately I wanted to lie to her, to say that there was more time remaining in the young mare’s life, at the very least to reinvigorate her fading visage of hope…
>Oh, to maintain the lingering fire in her eyes that had burned so brightly after she saved Cobalt from being shot, not even half a day ago in the precariously preemptive assault on the police line…
>But in her final minutes, the last thing she needed from me was dishonesty, even if the reality of the situation was going to be a painful one emotionally… and very soon, physically…
>Typhoon couldn’t make eye contact with me from where she lay, her body eased against the ground with ears flattened to her fearfully trembling head, but she gave a gentle, slow nod
>Her action did visibly little to reassure herself, making little change to the sight except for wiping the small puddle of tears that had formed on the tile in front of her
>Cobalt had repositioned himself to laying in front of her with his head hung low, staring into her eyes while his own outpouring of tears contributed to wetting the floor
>He too quickly glanced at the clock high above the front counter, flinching when he did so, as if he had been branded with a hot iron
>“Typhoon Twist… please don’t go… I… Y-You were the picture of health for all the years I knew you on the force… This wasn’t supposed to happen to you – it should’ve been me!”
>“Cobalt… I don’t… I don’t know what’s going to happen, but please don’t say things like that… Your son needs you… Ever since your wife passed away he’s always-”
>“Stop! I couldn’t do anything to save her, either! I’m not going to let that happen to you! Please… he never even knew his mother, I at least want him to know you…”

>>30537626
>“Cobalt, it’s okay…”
>“I wanted him to know you as more than someone from work… You never needed to attend his football games, but you did… you sometimes did even when I forgot to tell you the start times…”
>“I just looked them up on the website…”
>“Typhoon, you cared when I thought no one else did… you can’t leave… you c-can’t… d-d-die…”
>“I’ve lived a good life… A happy one… and I have you guys to thank because you were, in some ways, the family I never had growing up…”
>A soft sob escaped her mouth with ears twitching in uncontrollable agitation, her mind sparking, almost audibly, with worried thoughts clashing on the boundary of both past and future
>Cobalt turned to me, eyes flooded even though they were wide with dread, and shimmering from what little light was breaking through the rainy clouds
>“Daisy, they taught us CPR at the police academy… is it the same with pony hearts as it might be with humans?”
>Suddenly on the spot, I furrowed my brow and my eyes flicked across Typhoon’s barrel, her hurried rhythm of heartbeats clearly visible against the backdrop of deep, labored breathing
“I… I don’t know…”
>“Oh, ponyfeathers…”
“I’m sorry… I never knew CPR… I’m so sorry, Cobalt…”
>“I’ll… It’ll have to do…”
“Take my place and keep pressure right here; it might make a few minutes’ difference… Hey, anypony found any cupric paraffin, yet?!”
>My harried question was answered with a cacophony of pill bottles rattling to the floor, swiping sounds against shelves, clicks of frenzied hooves on tile… and a distinct lack of voices
>Through the commercial labyrinth of aisles, the only pony I could see was a young Pegasus filly with a red bow in her mane, panic written in her face as she scanned the nearest shelves

>>30537628
>Oh, hayseed, I already knew the answer to the question… they wouldn’t delay for a single second once they found it… if they found it…
>With Cobalt’s quaking hooves taking my place at his marefriend’s side, it freed me up to gallop through the aisles in search of something, anything, anything at all!
>Okay, cardiac arrest… that meant a defibrillator could come in handy, right? I think that’s the right situation for which they get used...
>Oh, mercy, there isn’t one in here! I don’t even know where to find one, and even then I wouldn’t know how to use it, and we’re running out of time!
“Does anyone know where there’s a defibrillator, or know how to use one?!”
>The low din of responses were depressingly void of affirmation, save for a soft-spoken unicorn who said the last she saw one was almost all the way on the other side of town
>Looking back at the clock, it had been twenty minutes since that human had delivered his bad news and departed, meaning Typhoon Twist’s heart could stop beating at any moment…
>How far up the road was this house he said he’d need to visit to get his medicine? Sweet heavens, I should have sent a pony to escort him – something terrible must have happened!
>Not only had my failure to act fast enough potentially doomed Typhoon, it might have hurt HIM – someone who could have been a wonderful friend and valuable medical guidance later on!
>And, well, if he got delayed by somepony in the herd acting on good intentions to try befriending him, I swear, I’m going to give that pony a piece of my mind!
>Right after… right after I’d worked through my own remorse… I… I should have been more careful… Their blood was on my hooves, mine alone…

>>30537630
>One step at a time – I need to find the cupric paraffin first, then I could worry about what had happened to our medical friend, whether he was equine or not
>As I galloped through a weaving slalom of searching ponies, my hooves briefly slipped against the tiles, the floor doused in a thin layer of spilled solvents amid all the other fallen products
>There must’ve been a… a coincidentally unchecked aisle somewhere… maybe a hidden door, or a safe, or something, anything! Typhoon Twist couldn’t just die like this; no, it was wrong!
>But the herd had already been so thorough in their inspection of that shelf… and this one… and that one too…
>Drifting around the edge of an aisle, I bumped into a mare with her muzzle buried in a nondescript box of bottled products, briefly upsetting her balance as my hooves struggled for traction
>Sorry, I’m so sorry! There’ll be time for a proper apology later, oh please, just tell me where this search will come to an end!
>Turning into the aisle at the end of the store and sliding to a halt, my winding journey through the disheveled retail canyons, reminiscent of earthquake aftermath, had yielded… nothing…
>A dull thud echoed between the shelves as I dejectedly took a seated position, or more accurately collapsed into one, suddenly tuning out the chaos of ponies around me
>They continued their dutiful search, with unicorns levitating bottles from shelves and Pegasi fluttering atop freezer units to check unshelved stock, all to no avail
>Nothing…
>An uncharacteristically placid calm had come to the dim store, filling the air with little more than the steady trickle of rain outside, and the gentle sobs of two ponies around the corner

>>30537632
>Time had not waited for the human to return, and when I glanced at the portent of Typhoon’s fate over the front counter, its minute hand ticked to the twenty-seven minute mark
>I rose to my hooves, the hard keratin clicking sharply yet softly as I waded around the spilled merchandise, poking my head into the aisle where Cobalt and Typhoon clutched each other
>The Pegasus stallion’s hooves were no longer pressed into her side, but instead he laid on the ground next to her with hooves wrapped in a lovingly tight embrace, the mare returning his hug
>Each shivered with a frightened rhythm of despair, their shuddering breaths almost synced to each other, as one might find among intimate lovers who fancied themselves one of soul
>Suddenly struck by regret, I lamented the fact that I hadn’t allowed them to hug each other for twenty minutes prior – at least now, she would be dying in her darling’s embrace…
>I tried not to beat myself up over it, still steadily watching unseen from around the aisle’s corner as I repeatedly reminded myself of the reality… I hadn’t thought this would be the end…
>I had thought I was doing the right thing, that I was buying time for the human to return… that he would return at all…
>Typhoon clasped one of her forelegs around Cobalt, using her free forehoof to toy with his mane, brushing a lonely blue strand to one side… back… to the other side… back…
>“Thank goodness that, when I need it, you’ll be the handsome stallion giving me CPR…”
>“It’ll be okay Typhoon! The human will be back at any moment with the medicine y-”
>“Sshhh… it’s okay…”
>Before Cobalt could finish his thought, his partner’s interruption cut him off and a hoof on the back of his head pushed him into a kiss
>The pair of Pegasi locked lips for what might be their last intimate opportunity to do so, while Cobalt’s wings fluttered with adoring ecstasy

>>30537634
>Oh Cobalt, for as much as your stunning marefriend takes your breath away, I sure hope you can return the favor by breathing life back into her when the time comes…
>Twenty-eight minutes… If the time was correct, Typhoon was indeed quite lucky to have made it this far, but as a tear rolled down her cheek, she clearly knew this bliss would be short-lived
>As I braced myself for the inevitable and prepared to provide any assistance I could to Cobalt, I was scarcely aware of my own trembling, and even less so of the hoof poking my back
>Momentarily, I swiveled my head and ears away to find Storm Cloud standing to my side, head hung low and out of breath, each exhale resonating with a labored gust of air
>“Daisy… we have a problem… a very very serious problem!”
“StormCloudohgoshpleasepleaseplease… pleasepleasetellme… tell me you saw the human and he sent you ahead with it!”
>As she raised her head, her expression was wrought with a shade of fatigue, but above all, confusion showed through, causing my fleeting vestige of a smile to drape into a horrified frown
“No… But… Typhoon Twist…”
>“I definitely saw him when he tried to come into the same house as me. I was looking for – and found – Sky Meadows there, but he left in a hurry”
>Well, thank goodness, at least that’s one pony that’s safe from his medical practice that otherwise leaves some things to be desired…
“Wait, so he got it?! Where was- did he get lost on the way back to the store or something?! Tell me, Storm Cloud!”
>“Daisy, what’s gotten into you? Is something wrong?”
“Just answer me!”
>I glanced up at the clock, the time now reading an irrefutable thirty minutes, plus a few seconds, just beyond when the window for cardiac arrest was supposed to draw to a close

>>30537634
>Frantically glancing at the Pegasi in the aisle, they were both very much still alive, and having broken off their kiss they were once again engaged in a hug on the floor, ignorant of time
>Typhoon Twist was always a fighter, even before we were friends with her, and whether that was contributing to her tenacity in the face of death… I couldn’t say for sure
>Storm Cloud trotted up to my side and brushed my mane, doing her best to calm my clearly frayed nerves
>“Daisy, if you’re so worked up already, it might be better not to tell you…”
“Please, Storm, I’m begging you, where is he with the medicine? I don’t know what’s going on… I need to know; it’s life or death…”
>“Medicine? Wait, whose… whose medicine?”
“The medicine that human needed to get for Typhoon Twist, because she’s going into feather-fluttering cardiac arrest if we don’t help her!”
>Storm Cloud’s ears pressed against her head, which sunk low as she as she almost imperceptibly tried to take a step backwards
>“I… I don’t… I didn’t know about that… I didn’t think he was… he was…”
“That he was WHAT, Storm Cloud?!”
>“That he was serious about needing to get the medicine! He talked about going to get it, and then when he went upstairs, he was just raising an alarm! I think I scared him off after that…”
>Oh, son of a…
>No no no, Storm Cloud, you featherbrain! You worthless, foolish pony, why did you do that?! I told you we needed to work with him, and you turn around and get Typhoon killed for it!
>I tried to veil my raging emotions, but as Storm Cloud’s eyes widened and her ears pointed back, I was clearly doing a poor job
>“Daisy, don’t give me that look! He wrestled me to the ground with a knife and was yelling a bunch of angry things at me! All I wanted to do was save Sky Meadows!”
>Yeah, maybe at Typhoon’s expense…

>>30537643
“I’m frankly surprised you didn’t find and take a single opportunity to make friends with him… and to think, I feared you would’ve when I specifically told you we NEED him as a human!”
>“And I just might have if I’d had any opportunities whatsoever!”
>I sighed angrily and threw my head skyward, briefly scowling to the heavens before returning my gaze to the purple Pegasus
“Storm Cloud, please tell me he at least mentioned where he kept his medicine – cupric paraffin, we need it now! You can still go back to the house to get it, right?”
>“Uh, he didn’t tell me about… Daisy, what was the name of it again?”
“Cupric paraffin! He said it’s in a purple bottle with a white lid”
>Storm Cloud let out a faint chuckle, which very nearly caused my blood to boil over
>“Cupric… paraffin? Daisy, that’s insane…”
“Stop arguing! Please! I don’t know when her heart’s going to stop – please just go get it… please…”
>“Daisy, I can’t! I’m not a doctor but I took a couple semesters of chemistry right before becoming your friend! Copper bonded to a hydrocarbon as such is… absurd! It has no medical use!”
>My hoof clicked sharply against the floor as I took a step toward Storm Cloud, suppressing a lingering urge to express my frustration with a lunge
“Yes it does! He said we need to give two pills of it to Typhoon, or else her heart was going to stop – I listened to his every word very, very closely and I know exactly what I heard!”
>“Cupric. Paraffin.”
>Good heavens, was this pony just not listening to me?
“Yes, that’s exactly what I said”
>“Okay Daisy, let me humor you for a bit – what was her prognosis; when was this to occur? Because I can try to track some down, but when that time rolls around, you’ll realize I’m right”

>>30537647
“It… it’s very soon… she could probably go into cardiac arrest at any moment…”
>I averted my eyes toward the floor, in part because I didn’t want Storm Cloud to interpret my traitorous gaze, but also because my unexpectedly inadvertent tears were returning
>“I feel as though you’re not telling me everything you could be… Specifics, Daisy?”
“He… He said it’d be between twenty and thirty minutes after he left…”
>I slowly raised my head, rolling my eyes objectionably toward the clock at the front of the store
“It’s been thirty-four minutes…”
>“So in other words, she should be dead, but is very much alive after… how much time again?”
“Thirty-four minutes… plus about twenty seconds, if you want to… want to be… precise…”
>“And Typhoon Twist’s condition suddenly appeared, what, while he was treating her, and with a short but conveniently long enough window for him to escape without raising alarm?”
“Hey, I was just trying to save Typhoon Twist! Wait… What, you think he poisoned her so that she’d go into cardiac arrest?! Oh horseapples, he’d need to have some nerve…”
>Storm Cloud bowed her head, gently shaking it even as I flinched away from the friendly hug she was attempting to offer
“S-Storm Cloud, answer me! S-S-She could still be in grave danger!”
>“Daisy… Typhoon was never in any danger… He set it up as a ruse, and maybe a smart one, but just a ruse – She’s going to be just fine…”
“I… I…”
>I nestled my head into my friend’s neck, a combination of submission to her hug, acceptance that she had a point, and a posture befitting gentle sobbing that allowed her to pat my back
>Whether they were tears of joy for the well-being of everypony in the herd, tears of anguish over the past half-hour, or tears of horror about the human still out there… I couldn’t say which

>>30537649
>A ruse? As in, Typhoon was going to be perfectly fine? Why was… what… how did he…
>With myself incapacitated by a deluge of emotions, Storm Cloud took over my role as newsbearer to the ponies in the store, some of whom were still diligently ravaging boxes for phony pills
>“Everypony, there’s no need to worry! Typhoon’s going to be just fine!”
>Save for the steady fall of a few final pill bottles, the room fell quiet, each pony taking a moment to process the information before contributing to a collective sigh of relief
>The most pronounced, an utterance that couldn’t accurately supplant itself between a cheer and a foalish squeal of joy, came from Cobalt, his eyes, cheeks and ears tinged red
>“Oh, my sweet darling, I’ll never leave your side! I was so worried for you!”
>“I was worried about you too, Cobalt… I… l-love you...”
>Storm Cloud and I suppressed a pair of slight smiles as the Pegasi renewed the vigor of their embrace, leaning close for a definitive kiss in the relatively lacking intimacy of the dim aisle
>Even amid the joyous atmosphere marked by a dull murmur of conversation and the gradually intensifying downpour of rain outside, I found my eyes were still as misty as ever
>Sensing my unrest, Storm Cloud clutched me rigidly in her hug
>“Daisy, you don’t have to beat yourself up over being bested by a human this one time… we almost lost Clementine Breeze’s friend in the woods, but even he was befriended soon enough…”

>>30537655
>It wasn’t that… that wasn’t what was bothering me, and oh, how I wished Storm Cloud could understand…
>So long as we needed him to remain human – to be the medical professional we needed, to perform Jenkins-North injections, to care for the herd’s lifeblood – I wanted him to trust us
>Now, at a time when befriending the town had left hundreds of ponies in distress – even if not all injuries were necessarily life-threatening, though many were – we’d lost him
>We could’ve given him practically anything he wanted, from the nicest home in town, to an endless stockpile of human goods that had been rendered defunct by our hooves
>At the end of the day, what were we going to do with a few hundred pounds of bacon that were slowly thawing out in a downtown burger joint’s meat locker?
>From chefs to carpenters, our herd was represented by a plethora of ponies with skills they could’ve applied to ensure he was treated like a king
>And all he needed to do was save lives… to do EXACTLY what his T-shirt implied he’d done for years prior…
>Even if I might not be able to bring myself to trust him, I didn’t really need to, so long as I kept my hooves off him, and kept everypony else doing the same for the sake of ponies’ health
>We could’ve given him had all this town had to offer… and instead he threw it away out of fear that ponies were going to share a different ‘gift’ that he didn’t yet realize he truly desired
>And to say no in such a despicable, heart-wrenching manner…
>It’s bad enough that our current unicorn medics aren’t equipped to do Jenkins-North injections, or any of the procedures he mentioned as ones that, for all I knew, would save lives
>We needed him… But I guess, in the end… well, I guess I was right not to trust him…

>>30537658
“Storm Cloud, you said you saw him leaving?”
>“Yes, although it was some time ago…”
>Turning my attention to the clock, it was… fifty minutes past? Had I been thoughtfully staring into Storm Cloud’s shoulder for that long, like some kind of schoolfilly?
>Goodness Daisy, get a grip, time is still of the essence here…
“Well, all the same, in what direction did he leave?”
>“I… I didn’t see… It could have been anywhere, but he probably wouldn’t pass anywhere near Carmine Corners again if he were avoiding you”
“Storm Cloud, if he wasn’t planning on following through with his ruse and coming back with… I guess a few sugar pills, he wouldn’t have had ANY reason to go to that house in the first place”
>“I suppose that makes sense, he could’ve just run, but what if he had ANOTHER reason to go there, and maybe never planned to come back at all… Or, at least, changed his mind at some point…”
“But why would he interfere with you going to get Sky Meadows? She was obviously at that house; why not just lie about the address?”
>“Because it was about someone at the house that meant so much more to him than Sky Meadows, or any bottle of fake pills ever could… Not that his warning did any good…”
>Wait, warning for… who? The only souls he’d be trying to ‘warn’ about ponies would…
“Storm Cloud, do you mean… ‘somepony,’ or… No… You’re kidding, right?”
>My realization caused my mouth to hang ajar in shock, the massive implications becoming clear as a smirk spread across Storm Cloud’s face
>“HIS closest friend, once known as a man by the name Alexander, is now OUR friend, the mare Snowfall. I think it’d be downright greedy to ask for anything more…”
“Blooming apples, anything short of Snowfall delivering him right into our hooves!”

>>30537661
>Good heavens, Storm Cloud had done everything to perfection! The human with the medical inclination we so sorely needed hadn’t been befriended, but a close friend of his had been?!
>Once we’ve explained our situation, in the name of helping her new herd, she’d be more than happy to inform us of the current status of... certain members of her former species!
>“I came back immediately upon finding her and Sky Meadows, but solely based on a conversation I heard through a door, they were very close friends; I have to believe they shared plans”
“Storm Cloud, I’m not sure I can overstate how eager I am to meet this pony… what’s she like? Is she bubbly – likes talking a lot?”
>“I’m not sure – I left Sky Meadows to finish up befriending her, although she was the cutest little thing when she cupped her hand over her mouth… her voice climbed, like, two octaves”
“In that case, fly back to the house and invite her to meet the rest of the herd here! Admittedly, it’s a… bit of a mess, but we can scrounge some salads here to make her feel welcome!”
>“Nothing like a good meal to make somepony feel welcome – I’m on it!”
>Giddy about her chance to introduce the new friend, Storm Cloud skipped over the scattered cereal boxes lining the floor until she’d come within a single leap of the storefront window
>Launching through it with a sudden gust of air, her wings snapped outwards, and she soared into the sky before gradually fading into a spot of lurid color on the grey canvas of rain clouds

>>30537664
>I had a brief opportunity to revel in the quest the next hours would pose, but my train of thought was promptly interrupted by Typhoon Twist
>Having finally broken from her embrace with her stallionfriend at some point prior, she remained silhouetted in the shadows of the aisle, surrounded by a pair of now-completely-eaten salads
>Her ears flicked with excitement, as though she were dubiously testing their operation, but simultaneously enthusiastic about any proposed opportunity to put them to use
>“Daisy, I’m not going to stand idly by while the man who did this to us… to our herd… to me… while he roams free through this town, possibly planning to strike at our hearts again”
“Typhoon, are you sure about that? We really ought to get you to a safe location so you can rest…”
>With an abrupt, unwavering fire in her eyes, she rose to her hooves, putting the splint on her hind leg through its paces for the first time, the Velcro straps shuddering in protest
>Admittedly, the aluminum core could move with her broad, sweeping leg motions, but the harried procedure of affixing it to her leg hadn’t included all the steps to allow for natural flexibility
>Even as Typhoon winced and did her best to suppress a yelp, I knew it would have been fruitless to deny her, considering she wouldn’t have taken no for an answer
>“I’m not going to be shut away in some dark corner of town while the rest of the herd is off on some derring-do… I need to see the man who did this… I need to… for Cobalt, for us…”

>>30537667
>My gaze shifted to the Pegasus stallion, and likewise he had risen to his hooves, sporting an expression of determination and posture as unmovingly rock-solid as the floor on which he stood
“Typhoon… I can’t guarantee you’ll be the one to befriend him if it comes down to it, again, if and only if it comes down to it, but I can see the benefit of doing so…”
>“I understand it’s not a guarantee… but let me at least TRY to show him that our herd is more than willing to forgive people who have made mistakes…”
>Her eyes sunk to the floor as she displayed a melancholy half-smile, as though laughing at a joke with an unnervingly dark premise
“Well… I’m guessing Cobalt clued you in a bit on what you did right before you became a pony? At the end of the day, you of all ponies would know a thing or two about forgiveness…”
>“I’m not proud of those things, but joining the herd let me put them behind me. Terrible as it was – what this guy did to me – I want to help him too… to be his friend…”
>My only recourse was to nod my affirmation, doing so slowly and with a bit of hesitation, but still, I sensed the undeniable divination that had led Typhoon to her request
“In that case, Storm Cloud, Sky Meadows, and Snowfall will all be back in a few minutes. Be sure everypony feels welcome among us, as the latter two have been missing us for… some time…”
>“But you’re the one among us who’s been a pony the longest… why aren’t you… wouldn’t it make sense for you to be the welcoming party?”
“All I’d be able to add is convincing Snowfall to help us… and after Storm Cloud’s testament and the presentation of some of the ‘medical work’ this guy’s done, that really won’t be a concern”

>>30537671
>“Well, everypony just wants to help us, after all. So, then, where will you be?”
>My gaze flicked to a looming grey building outside, its blocky, uninspired profile just a block or two away and certainly close enough that I could visit in a jiffy… the local hospital…
“If you’re going to join us while we track this guy down, I’m going to take a detour to look for some more effective painkillers at the hospital. They might have morphine or something…”
>“But the EMT treating me gave us a full bottle of aspirin…”
>Nudging the bottle at Cobalt’s hooves, a faint rattling echoed through the aisle
“Yes, but so long as we don’t know where he is – so long as we can’t use the threat of ponification or promise of reward to motivate his honesty – I would hesitate to trust those…”
I wanted nothing less than the best for her, as she deserved to face the man who had put her through so much, but didn’t deserve to flinch in pain every step of the journey…
>“If you insist, Daisy… In that case, we’ll be right here when you get back”

>>30537673
>I let out a short chuckle to nopony in particular, its tone laced with worry as much as it was humor, considering Typhoon’s statement should have been a foregone conclusion
>I can only hope you’ll all be here when I get back… Even though the prospect of better equipping us to search was too tempting, I still wasn’t comfortable leaving the herd for a moment…
>The last time I’d left them to take care of business, opening the door at the ordeal’s end revealed a menagerie of firearms pointed at us, our trembling hooves cornered in a liquor store
>Teleportation could have gotten me out of the situation, but I couldn’t shake the shake the thought that my zeal could’ve gotten them all killed… just to befriend Typhoon Twist…
>A few errant moves and a bit less luck could have been the end of everypony…
>If we were going to go toe-to-hoof with a human, again, one final time, especially one who knew EXACTLY what we were trying to do to him, the margin for error was going to be even thinner
>An ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure, and I didn’t want to be on the wrong side of the exchange if a few milliliters of morphine was worth a gallon of spilled blood
>Eyeing the hospital on the horizon, I cantered to door at the front of the store and wrapped its handle in a brilliant magical aura, tugging it open with ease
>The faint ringing of a bell overhead heralded my departure as I broke into a gallop, while the sky began to douse my mane with gentle raindrops

I’ll be travelling this week, meaning the update schedule is facing a slight hiccup; Cuddly Doom will resume with its standard schedule on the evening of Monday July 24th.
I hope you all have a wonderful week!

>>30537678
Huzzah. Have fun in your travels.

>>30537658
>I wanted him to trust us
wew, she had a funny way of showing it what with all those threats she and others made.
Can't really blame the guy, since his first instinct was to try and get along with the ponies peacefully as could be seen with Sky.

>>30537920
>Scares the fuck out of James
>Realizes she ""can't"" do the same medical procedures as James and suddenly wants to show kindness
>Maybe he'll trust us even though we can never never never trust him
>Wait, why didn't it work?

>>30537967
>>30537920
Daisy is not a smart pony, she thought vodka was water, remember?

Still hope sky meadows is the one to find him.

>>30537967
To her credit, the "shoot first ask questions later" mentality the ponies employ is mainly the reason the herd has gotten as strong as it has. Diplomacy isn't exactly Daisy's strong suit.

>>30522956
>>30522956
Well, they're all fucked.

>>30537678
This chapter confused the heck out of me

>>30538480
Or rather update*

>>30537920
Daisy's retarded, but look at it this way.
A human could do anything.
A pony will 100% be friendly.

>“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”

That shit's probably colouring her attitude something fierce.

>>30538480
>>30538500
What is confusing about it?
It's Daisy freaking out about Typhoon because James had told her she would die if he didn't get back in time to "save" her.

>>30536930
>https://pastebin.com/RsWLj3kP
Added to the google doc.
http://derpy.me/PonyTF

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When pony transformation is invented the first thing it will be used for is porn.

>>30539110
GR15 would have to be abolished. Best possible outcome.

>>30523103
Wow, that was really harsh.

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>>30539110
Probably torture or terrorism actually, followed by porn, followed by medicinal purposes.
You need to remember we're a subset of a small group of faggots within a slighter bigger group of faggots.
Wanting to become the little pony is really fucking weird compared to the rest of the population, even the ones that would be willing to fuck said pony.

Imagining the reactions of a dirty bomb style attack with Pon-E is interesting, everypony freaking the fuck out except for one that's just excitedly clopping their hooves together, or by sheer stroke of luck two or more that just start cuddling out of sheer happiness.
And then i start thinking of possible countermeasures, would doctors successfully develop a cure or innoculation against it?
Fuck, now i'm remembering that one x-men movie where they 'cure' the mutants by force, and imagining that with a shit load of minature horses and now i'm depressed.

>>30539802
If not, it'll certainly become the most widespread.

>>30538643
Toward the end is what confused me. Who's looking for him? Is Daisy going to meet back with squad and go man hunting after she finds the meds?

>>30540524
We don't know what the ponies are going to do. That part hasn't been posted yet. But the ending seems to imply that Daisy doesn't trust James' painkillers (because she's racist) and is opting to find some morphine for Typhoon instead.
I don't think they really have to go looking for James since unless he can stockpile enough food to last him a long time he's just going to get caught scavenging anyways. Like he did literally the first time he went looking for food.

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>>30540807
>Morphine
Isnt that a really dangerous thing to give to horses?
I dont want a poner to die.

>>30540868
The horses are going to give him some morphing. Far more dangerous.

>>30540807
or maybe even a murderous rampage because he's heartbroken over the loss of his friend

>>30541243
Ponies aren't like that

When will I be able to go on holiday to Equestria and be the little pony?

>>30543086
Virtually? LoE comes out of closed beta sometime next month
Physically? Hopefully soon, anon

>>30543140
Is there an 'emigrate to Equestria' feature implemented yet?

>>30543512
I'm fairly certain that they're working on brain-mapping bio-ware to do that, shit's tight
Keep your chin up

>>30543512
>Behold: Equestria's busiest port for immigration
>Manehatten's own Relish Island
>Towered over by a copper-iron monolith of a mare
>Manifest destiny to newcomers, evidence of friendship, justice and freedom protected by the Royal Diarchy
>Transcribed on a plaque at her base:
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
(Emma Lazarus, 1883)

>Anon finds himself disappointed after ending up in Equestria.
>Hours spent playing Equestria Simulator 2018: Slutty mare VR edition have given him unrealistic expectations that the reality can't match.

>>30523774
Very nice little story. I wouldn't trust the little shit.

>>30529242
>Eris redesigns her home to be more draconequus-friendly.
>Men from the council show up to complain about her lack of planning permission.
>They get turned into silly little ponies.

>>30530747
Glad to see a new writer doing well. I wonder what the special ingredient in the noodles was. Keep going.

>>30541892
I'm talking about James. Humans are perfectly capable.

>>30537990
Daisy's probably not stupid. She probably had a shit life and as a result has forgotten almost everything. She is an arsehole though.

>>30545001
That's my bad. I was half asleep when I posted.

>Anon's having a hard time adjusting to life in Equestria
>The ponies try their best to make him feel welcome, but they still treat him different
>Over a year after settling down in Ponyville, he still feels like an outsider
>Discord offers him a chance to feel accepted by giving him a ring that will turn him into a pony
>Put it on to blend into the crowd, take it off to stand out again
>Anon decides that just giving it a try can't hurt, and slips it on
>He immediately turns into a cute little mare
>The incorrect gender isn't too big of a deal, since this is just temporary anyway
>The best part is that the transformation seems to alter the memories of everyone he's ever met, making them believe that he's always been a pony
>Great! He won't have to introduce himself again!
>He has a wonderful time hanging out with his friends in ways that he simply couldn't before, when they were all secretly afraid of being eaten or stepped on or whatever
>But he's had his fun for now, and decides to take the ring off
>Slight problem: he doesn't have fingers anymore
>Meaning that the appendage that the ring was wrapped around is no longer accessible
>After frantically searching all over his little pony body for wherever it could have possibly moved to, he realizes that he's been tricked by Discord
>Big fucking shocker
>Now he has to either somehow convince Discord to change him back, or somehow convince the mane six that he's an alien trapped in a mare's body and have them make Discord change him back

>>30545928
Sounds kind of like Lexi in a way, but better and probably not a story that'd be abandoned by its writefag after some other anon initially tried to hijack it.

>>30545928
I want to be a mare and bake cookies for all my friends to be honest. Would be chill as fuck working in a bakery in horseland.

Also sorry if this is a dumb question, I just haven't been here in a while and got curious. Is Woofr still posting in these threads? I heard a silly rumor over discord that he killed himself.

>>30545928
I like it. It's sweet to start with and then has that "haha, now you're fucked".

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>>30546062
>Is Woofr still posting in these threads?
Last time he showed himself here was a month ago. http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/30241038/#30316119
So I presume he's okay and still eagerly await his next update, however long it may take.

>>30546117
Ah k, thank you.

>>30546010
You can't just let Lexi get away with her nefarious scheme to trap Anon in her body!

>>30546518
The only nefarious scheme here was some strange force stealing the flow of the story from me and replacing it with writer's block. I think Eris has served as a good replacement as my main green, but I suppose some people may think otherwise.

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>>30545928
>Give discord the middle finger by accepting your new life.
>Wait for him to give -you- the middle finger by doing something else.
>Remove ring.
It's like you guys have never dealt with entities of chaos before.

>>30546629
I just want more of that Celestia story

>>30546629
Here's a friendly reminder that you're long overdue on pastebinning some stories.

>>30546934
It never even got to the TF sadly.

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>>30546674
But you have no fingers.

>>30546010

If I may inquire, since Discord is a spirit [of chaos] in the MLP-world, would he technically be limited to being a spirit in the real world?

>>30547438
My story doesn't follow the canon of the show perfectly (for both convenience and for plot reasons), so the rules of everything are tweaked slightly. Discord is the chaos deity of Equestria. Once he was initially sealed away, many thought that would be the end of him. However his influence managed to seep out enough to subtly retain some sort of power. Over a long amount of time he tried to plant the seeds of his world into some other world. It didnt work the first few tries, but he very recently got it- albeit the children's show aspect wasnt exactly what he planned. Regardless he was able to hop over to Earth because he exists there, even if it's just as a character. He can exist as long as he is chaotic and is known by someone or recorded somewhere. He's just as powerful on earth as in equestria- and could have easily become the chaos God of earth if he wanted.

Does that help answer the question?

>>30547856

I see. I ask this because both Eris TFs so far, to put it bluntly, blueball the audience; the former being cut off quickly and the latter being enacted on someone else (along with skipping the TG bit), appearing to build up to something "full-fledged."

>>30530251
I've been leaving a few corrections on your Google doc.

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Transformation into the stripper pony.

>>30548081
I can honestly say that of the reveals I have planned, something involving the body itself isn't really I had in mind.i glossed over the initial transformation to show that Discord can be charitable to Eris (alleviating the pain of the changes), and to allow Eris to be more confused in the moment after waking up. The skipping of the gender changes with Sential's transformation was mostly just a pacing thing, coupled with me not really taking the moment to write about his dick going away (that would have been the extent really of noticeable physical changes).

If anybody has any more questions, about anything from the dropped apocalypse green to Eris to anything in between, ask away. Answering questions is fun and let's me get a better idea of what's going through readers' heads.

>>30548647
Are there going to be more short stories? That'd be rad.

>>30548739
Most likely. Those mostly spawn from me having no other ideas to I want to write at the moment and wanting to test stuff out, if its a prompt from the thread or something I came up with, odds are I'll keep tossing out shorts. I really need to get around to pastebinning those.

>>30548647
Since you're asking questions, by " before destroying his very existence!" (Line 897), does that basically mean Eris!Anon left the captain a soulless husk? If so, is that going to be deconstructed upon or left alone (since this is basically a fetish story)?

>>30549892
The guard will indeed see a further role in the story. What that role is, you'll just have to wait and see!

As for the fetish bit, I do understand transformation is a fetish for a lot of people here. If Eris arouses anybody in any way, that's cool, good on you. However I'm not directly going out of my way to make this a fetish story. At the end of the day, the story exists to tell a story. There are scenes with sexual themes, but that's less me trying to be fetishy and the like and more me using that to help tell the story. So, I don't go into anything with appealing to fetishes in mind. That said, you do you, just don't get upset a scene doesn't tick all your boxes.

>>30548861
Nice

TF-sential's costume-based anthro Twilight TF: http://i.imgur.com/rL3resY.png

>>30549968
It's not a fetishy story at all for me. Except of course for the post-tf female masturbation, which is always nice.

>>30549775
It pays to be prepared for your transformation, so that you don't have it sneak up on you in an inconvenient time or place.

>>30543726
But is it going to kill the real me?

>>30543768
What a sight that would be to behold before start your new life in Equestria as the little mare.

>>30537634
James should be ashamed of having deceived the poor ponies in such a cruel way.

>>30537661
Aw, Snowfall got to be the cute mare she was destined to be.

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>>30551765
Depends on what you mean by the real you
It's not in the brain what makes you, it's in the heart

>>30541243
You call it losing a friend. I call it an opportunity for lesbian mare romance.

>>30552158
Careful then. You're going to cause heart attacks with that image.

>>30549968
I understand (and apologize for undermining the story).

The reason I said that was due to fetish stories usually not dwelling on the fates of side-characters, more focusing on being in the moment.

Which is understandable, knowing how dark things get down that route.

And I'm not upset about the Eris TF having things not 100% portray the transformation in both sight and feeling, I mainly asked that due to how explicit the fact [that these transformations skip some of what's usually sought after in a transformation-focused story] is in this story.

>>30546062
So you want the Pinkie Pie life. That'd be cozy.

>>30551135
>vag goo disappears in last frame
Darn.

saved anyway

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What Anon turned into a demon/succubus pony?

>>30553297
Anya?

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>>30537231
How many blonde anonponies does it take to write a pony tf story?

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Post more ideas and discussion, guys.

>>30554847
some guy turns into little pony and can only turn back if he gets a kiss a la frog prince, but everyone likes him better as a pony and he gets frustrated.

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>>30555112
>Anon becomes the little mare. A rather pretty mare at that.
>A kiss from a human will turn him back. A kiss from a pony will leave him stuck that way.
>Before he can make it to safety he finds himself surrounded by flirtatious stallions...

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It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to changing into a pony.

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>>30530256
>>30530486
>You're on an archaeological dig.
>In an ancient tomb you find a mummified horse.
>While you're momentarily distracted, its bandage springs to life and starts coiling around you.
>You're trussed up, being squeezed and stretched in bizarre ways.
>The bandages fall away and you find yourself as the little pony.
>You're now in the Equestrian equivalent of Egypt, with the spirit of a long dead pharaoh horse whispering from the back of your mind.

>Wake up
>Not am horse
>Cry into your hands once again, feeling miserable
>What is the point of existing if you're not a pony.
>Go to the fridge
>Open it up
>HOLY FUCK THERE'S A PONY IN YOUR FRIDGE!
>It's red with a green mane and blue eyes
>Fuck, it looks tacky, but it looks like a unicorn mare.
>"Hey kid, you want some drugs?"
>You're 32
>Before you can say this, the pony shoves some pills into your mouth.
>Suddenly, it's the middle of the night and you're surrounded by water being carried down a stream
>The next thing you know, you're hanging with Pinkie in Equestria, who's shoving Ponification snacks in your mouth.
>You hear your body pop and crackle as your fingers pop into hooves, your dick inverts into a pussy, your hair grows longer and soon enough, you're a cute little mare with a pink coat and a purple mane.
>Soon, the biggest stallion you've ever seen appears, with a blue coat and a green mane.
>"Damn bitch, you is fine. Lemme shove my dick in yo pussy."
>Obviously, you bend over and let him mount you, his balls slapping against your ass the whole time.
>Meanwhile, in the real world, you have not turned into a pony.
>In fact, you're heavily hallucinating while you're spazzing out on the floor while the mare steals everything valuable in your home.
>"Fuck, that was close. Good thing I had those pills!"
>As she leaves, she runs into your room mate.
>"What the fuck are you doing?!" He shouts as he aims to restrain the mare.
>With a glow of her horn, he's suddenly transformed into a little yellow-coated, green maned filly, too small to hurt her.
>The unicorn makes a break for it after tying up your roommate as he's forced to watch your seizure while you have a raging boner in your pants.

>>30556706
He's in for a bitter disappointment when the pills wear off, but cuddling the filly should alleviate it.

>>30556706
and then they fuged

>>30557812
But, an earth pony? Really?

I'd have gone for pegasus.

More writing please everyone.

How would your waifu react to you becoming the pony?
What if you were a mare?

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>>30558524
She'd love me unconditionally, as if i were her own little sunshine in her day

Also, which of these sounds more interesting?
A camping trip in the Everfree, or a vacation in Griffionstone?

>>30558655
The latter seems like the greater adventure.

>>30558655
I like the idea of facing unknown ancient dangers in the Everfree.

>>30557248
They guy hallucinating that he's a pony and the new little filly. It's a match made in heaven.

>>30558660
If it doesn't turn into a boring diplomatic trip. Maybe if you start fucking things up, turning gryphons into ponies and claim diplomatic immunity to escape consequences.

>>30558972
who said anything about diplomacy?

>>30558972
Apparently, equine annexation is magic.

>Be the rare female Anon.
>Be dating a nice guy, he's not the greatest around, but he makes you happy.
>He's a little /too/ into MLP though.
>You're a fan yourself, but he takes it to a near obsessive level.
>He swears that the show never went to shit.
>He watched Equestria Girls and said it was alright.
>Just, things that are provably wrong.
>One day he approaches you with a weird book.
>"Hey Anon, you would believe it! This can take us to Equestria!"
>Before you can even call him out on his autism he says some weird words.
>Suddenly you're not in your house anymore, but in a field.
>Looking down and around, you're Big Mac.
>And you quickly learn that your significant other has become Applejack, and dumped the book in a river because "we won't need to go back!"
>Incest is not wincest, and he is officially autistic.
>You break up with them, even if she says that "We can make it work!"
>So now you're a big, masculine farmhand.
>And your sister is your ex boyfriend.
>Eeeeyup.

>>30559074
Sounds like a threesome is the only reasonable course of action.
That or see if Twilight has magic to retrieve and restore waterlogged magic tomes.

>>30559074
>You are Big Mac

To the gay bathhouse!

Honestly if she wasn't bi before she would probably still prefer males.

>>30558989
I'd be okay with that. Her dictatorship has a track record of benevolence.

>>30559303
When you become a pony you prefer mares automatically. They're just much cuter.

>>30559303
The real question is, how does turning into a pony effect your sexuality?
Do you become attracted to ponies (more than you already were)? If there's TG involved does that play into it? If you become a canonical character do you get their tastes?

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>>30555112
>>30555276

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Transformation into the recursive pony.

>You go to Equestria and become the smol hors

>You are very small, as small as a school age foal despite being full grown
>Everypony mistakes you for an actual foal

Is it worth it?

>>30562172
m8 if the reward is actually literally going to Equestria then any downside as tame as that is negligible in comparison. To some it would even be a bonus.
Yes it's worth it.

>A large group of small ponies tackle you to the ground and remove your clothes
>They start licking you all over and their saliva turns you into a mare piece by piece
>They won't stop until you're fully pony

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>>30562392

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>>30562392
>when they lick the shaft

>>30562172
I guess this is an example of >>30529117
It's not too bad. Being asked why you aren't in school would get irritating but you're guaranteed to be cute and can use that to your advantage.

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>>30562392
gold... pure gold... imma need some a full story about this... anyone game?

>>30562538
It's basically just CD in premise, but with licking instead of cuddles.

>>30562554
that small difference is the difference between an ocean of feels and a potential ocean of jizz...

>>30562392
I guess it's not the most disgusting method of ponification...
I'd take it, but they'd better give my marehood a really good licking.

>>30562701
Poners have absurdly good attention to detail

>>30562469
What would it feel like to have a pony give you a blowjob as your dick transforms into a horse clit?

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>>30563536
Like a gift so good that you know you'll have to share it with the rest of the world.

>>30562469
>when they lick the shaft of your new unicorn horn.

>>30562204
How would that be a bonus?

>>30565235
This is lovely. Anon's visible trepidation regarding this party is probably justified.

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Someone wrote a little story inspired by TF-sential's art.
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/380074/sweet-as-butterscotch

>>30565360
It's a Pinkie Pie party. Fun times are guaranteed. Being turned into the little mare might be embarrassing but Anon'll find that the ponies are completely accepting.

>>30564870
>he doesnt know the comfort and security of being the little spoon.
I pity the tall that can no longer recieve such joy.

>>30565235
I want to motherboat anon's fluff.

>>30565502
I want to motherboard anon's fault.