Pony Transformation General

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>You become a pony

>You are striped of your human rights, and are only offered the protection your country extends to animals

Worth it?

Sure is dead today.

>wake up
>suddenly pone
>explore new body
>do horse stuff
>get bored
>resume shitposting, now consigned to using a pen in the teeth to type

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>>30599074
Yes

>>30599074
My country shall be Equestria. Therefore yes.

If I was a pony, I'd be starin' at other ponies' asses all day, maybe even touchin' a few, or gettin' touched myself. I hope public sex is a normal thing in equestria, cus if not, it'll become one once I'm there.

>>30599074
Yeah sure I guess, though I value my rights quite alot.

>>30599080
Why squander such a wonderful gift by shitposting?

You could do so much as a pony, especially if you became a Pegasus or unicorn

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Squirrelette very kindly drew this image for me.
So have fun imagining being the dancing little filly.

>>30598890
>he turned into a poo
Slick, you ain't changed all that much.

>>30599113
Have you read this story? https://pastebin.com/zvYP2exL

>>30599283
I'd love to see this coloured.

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>>30599080
I'd never stop exploring my body if I were a mare.

>>30599086
I can't believe there are actually people who would fall for this propaganda.

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>>30599927
Y-yeah, people like that sure are dumb fellow human, why dont we share it's obvious flaws.
I particularly dislike the misaligned logo.

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>>30599927
I usually end up siding with the Human Liberation Front myself.
Better to die on my feet than live on hooves.

>>30599113
What would you think of drawing an Anonpone in a similarly lewd situation?

>>30599074
There are a lot of people that treat animals better than other humans, so yeah.

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Yes, yes you can.

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You may now officially become a pony.

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>>30600824
Someone needs to write an edgy greentext version of this. Then sell it on amazon at a higher price.

Here's an idea for a writing game, based on the notion that restriction breeds creativity.
I'll provide a theme and a word or short phrase (no more than 10-20 characters). The object is then to write a short greentext story on that theme using the word/phrase to create an acrostic, ie the first letter of line of greentext spells out the word.
Whoever does than then provides the next theme and word for another writer to pick up. And so on.
Everyone welcome to participate, at any level of experience with writing.

To kick off, the theme is clumsiness with your new hooves, the word is 'proprietary'.

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>ywn be Syria pone
>Donald will never spank you with tomahawks

>Anon becomes a pony in historical Equestria and helps found Ponyville.

>>30599193
Like what?

>>30602391
Flying/magic

Living out a degenerate fantasy

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>ywn be Shimmy's make you into her pet stallion

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Has CD ruined the idea of cuddling a pony for anyone?
Or more generally if you saw a pony would you think of cuddy doom and believe that touching it could lead to a mind wipe transformation?

>>30603095
Nope . I'd still cuddle a pony. On the other hand if whole herd advanced on me I'd have to run. Towards or away, I'm not sure yet.

>>30603095
I don't care if I get mind wiped. As long as I'm don't physically die, I'm down with it.

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>>30600824

>>30603095
I'd cuddle in hopes that I would be a happy, brainwashed, little mare.

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What if there were a herd of identical ponies that turned people into more copies of the same pony?

>>30602448
Flying, being a slut, and finding ways to perform both activities at once.
That's the ultimate goal of being the pretty pegasus mare.

>>30603297
>>30603385
That's far too much mental transformation.

It's not a total wipe just the your name and some negative stuff and a bit of extra happiness, Where do I sign up?

>>30598599
Books could get you a nice transformation into a dorky literature-loving pony.
Fainting couch obviously gets you Rarity.

>>30604022
See your local equine(s) for more details, anon!
>>30604089
Wrapped present nets you being Pinkie, The old, beat up hat makes you Applejack, The pin with a wing on it catches you as RD, and the birdhouse shifts you into Fluttershy

>>30599074
>You are striped
Sounds more like I'm a zebra. I guess even in Equestria I'm fucked.
Would become a recluse and attempt potion brewing for transformation into a pony and other kinky purposes.

>>30599361
>human names
D
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>>30604233
What difference does it make? That's a lousy basis on which to accept or reject a story.

>>30604251
its like shitty human OCs

>>30604257
>arguing about this on a TF thread, where the names are going to change, but the endgame remains the same

>>30604257
I will respectfully disagree and suggest that you draw a teen-pregnant Anonfilly being given a stern talking to by Twilight.

>>30599085
If you were turned into a pony would you be comfortable giving up clothing or would you cling to it out of habit, or use socks and other items to accentuate your natural pony cuteness?

>>30599074
No, because I don't want to be gelded by some human that doesn't think I deserve to breed.

>>30604721
>not pinning your Master to the wall like a mare in heat

>>30604720
I'd want to go nude but would probably wear shorts to hide my junk so I can avoid making those around me uncomfortable from the sight of it.

>>30604721
But that's my fetish

>>30604808
>Wallmixer will never fix you
why live

>>30600157
For instance, Anonpone walking around Ponyville proudly, head held high, sex toy protruding from her nethers while the townsponies look on in shock/disgust/arousal.

>You receive a present from Pinkie Pie.
>Inside is pony transformation.
>She somehow put an abstract concept into a box.
>You turn into a pony.

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Guess what, technicolor equines.

>>30605793
You watch the camera footage over and over again.
It’s what was in your dreams, that thing.
You need a breather.
You go and turn on the TV in the office.
Late night-early morning programming.
News channel is on this time of day, or well, this time of night.
“And might as well get up to date.” You mutter under your breath as you lean back in the chair you occupied for the purpose of your insomnia.
“The space cigars as they have been dubbed by the astronomical community have reached low solar orbit, the Hubble Space Observatory and numerous other ground and space installations have come with stunning high resolution images of the objects, which have now been confirmed as alien in origin.”
The footage switches to the image of the sun and the two dots against the searing surface of the fusion forge known as the sun.
Protruding from the cylinders are four large wings, each sporting blue undersides, with billions of sparkles shining from them.
Just like in your dream.
Your gut spins.
This is terrifying.
You didn’t see the things up close before.
And yet…
You saw them clearly in your dream, it isn’t your mind filling in the blanks.
But that isn’t as important as finding the Russian and stopping him.
You need clues, and pretty accurate ones too, if you plan to nail the fucker down.
But you won’t get any by sitting on your ass, doing fuckall.
With a swing of your hooves, you get up and walk back to the table, where in one giant paper trainwreck the files are placed.
Money trails, pictures, basically anything that could be loosely called “evidence”, all piled up on your desk.
If only you could just throw it on the wall and pin it to a corkboard, or something.
But alas, you have no fingers.

>>30605797
You tap your chin with a pen, and think out loud.
“Gargarine must’ve saw something I missed. PON E is big, but not enough to warrant worldwide terrorism. He’s got something big planned, but the trail’s getting cold..”
You chew on the pencil and continue pondering the situation.
“He stole an entire truck’s worth of shipment of PON E and reverse engineered it. But how? He had no idea how it worked or how it was manufactured.”
You drop the pen and go through a few files and pictures.
The Northen America Pharmaceutical’s warehouse you found the trucks in.
You push a few of the folders aside with your hooves, and rummage through the paper piles.
There.
You open the yellow folder up and browse in the pictures.
Mortars, pestles, spectrometers, and all sorts of baubles and boxes are neatly documented and written down.
One thing catches your eyes.
High pressure canisters, apparently empty.
“Empty unmarked high pressure containers. What for?” You mutter under your breath as you go through multiple files.
You grip the pencil into your mouth again and start tapping the keys on the keyboard.
The containers aren’t marked, and it couldn’t be propane.
Bunsen burners?
Those are an ordinary sight in labs.
But none were confiscated.
And the tanks weren’t pressurized.
The theme park!

>>30605804
A gaseous agent was used to disperse PON E.
They had to get it there somehow.
You quickly spit out the pen and move to the other yellow folder, this one thicker than the last.
PON E was dispersed through the numerous ventilation shafts under the park.
The theme park was rather unique in its construction.
It had a sprawling underground network of tunnels, but they weren’t dug, they were built first and the theme park was built on the top. Every closed venue had its air conditioning branch, all connected to the central machine. Streets also had cool air blowing from below to ease walking on hot summer days.
It was a state of the art system. Cool and fresh air went out if the vents, but no return for the stale air was used, instead small vents to let the stale air flow out were used.
Not to mention the central Air conditioner had backup units and multiple redundancy.
It sounds stupid, but it was cheaper or something.
You shrug it off.
The mysterious tanks could fit inside the shed where the main AC unit was kept, then hooked up to the system and if the conditioning got bumped up, PON E would spread everywhere.
And you can’t confirm that because the theme park burnt to ashes.
And to cheap out even more, everything was either made out of dry, splintery wood, or clad in aluminium.

>>30605811
Now it’s nothing but slag.
God damn it.
So that’s a dead end.
Back to the tanks.
You continue hammering the keyboard with the pencil, and look for anything on the tanks that would help you google them.
Bingo. Serial number.
And even better, it’s a clue.
A russian KGB programme, codenamed Ecology.
You dig deeper.
Ecology was a Soviet biological weapons programme.
The weapons were designed to be stored in and aerosolized from high pressure tanks, with the purpose in mind to spray the crap from planes over hundreds of miles…
Jurij must’ve gotten his friends in Russia to send him some presents, which would mean he has a very limited stock.
Which means two things, that one, he has no other attack ability and won’t be spraying PON E in the near future, and two, that whatever he plans will be a big big thing. National, maybe even Global.
The air at the park was so saturated it was glowing pink, for fuck’s sake.
The reality that what happened at the park just being a simple test is a terrifying revelation, and the fact that that bastard has his eyes on the world sets your teeth on edge.
You do more digging.

>>30605816
The Ecology program, was a thing of the USSR’s Biopreparat biological weapons division, those guys were responsible for the outbreak of anthrax in Sverdlovsk. And dissolved after the fall of the Iron Curtain.
It isn’t far fetched to think a few of the high pressure tanks gotten into private hands, considering the Soviets lost a few suitcase nukes when the chaos ensued.
So if Gargarine has access to Soviet era military hardware, who’s to say he doesn’t have a hind-d or two tucked up his sleeves?
Thankfully, the chopper was civilian gear. Would be hard as hell to hide waltzing up in a goddamned attack helicopter.
So now you need to find where Gargarine will strike. Or where he will try to poke his russian fingers, or hooves, next.
And you have just the idea.

>>30605821
And das it, this is the Sunday update.
Big thanks to Cardholder with helping eliminate my Czenglish.

>>30605827
You're early for once!

>>30605873
he had a shift sunday, so he couldn't update then

>>30605821
The mad Russian horse must be stopped at all costs.

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>>30605827
>Big thanks to Cardholder with helping eliminate my Czenglish.
I helped

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>ywn be Aryanne
>ywn instigate gang warfare with the local urban Zulus

>>30606333
>ywn be an OC
Thanks god for that.

>>30606345
I dunno about that. I prefer OC transformations to canonical characters.

When did you first want to be the little pony?

you can only become a pony, if a pony pee's in your butt

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>>30606423
I think canon tf can work quite nicely in body swap scenarios.

>>30606345

Technically unless you transform into a canon character, you'll always be an OC.

>>30606958
When First Pony View was initially released on FiM Fiction.

>>30607167
That's how it should be. People should become their own ponies and not be cheap imitations of the canonical ones.

>>30607393

I'd agree with that. I'd be nice to become a blind earth pony and be underestimated by faggots but I take them to the cleaners.

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>>30604089
>Books could get you a nice transformation into a dorky literature-loving pony.

Yeah books!

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CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30588861) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/EadPk3qW
The story’s full chapter directory can be found here: derpy.me/cuddlydoom

>Once I had a clear line of sight to the gas station at Carmine Corners, I made a beeline for its sheltering overhang, pausing in a brief reprieve from the downpour
>Momentarily setting the morphine and other various medical supplies on the ground against a deserted gas pump, I flicked my tail and mane in an attempt to chase away some of the water
>Most of my body was invariably quite soaked, especially my formerly pristine white hooves that had been tinged a few shades murkier, but above all, at least the medical supplies were dry
>Ensuring that Typhoon Twist’s needs were met was more important than caring for my vain appearances, although as I shook the excess water from my hooves, I clearly wasn’t above the latter
>I kind of figured everypony in the herd looked up to me as a leader, and it would establish a very strange first impression if the pony they’d spoken so highly of were to arrive drenched
>Even though I couldn’t do much about the drizzle out here, being an effective diplomat demanded a certain degree of proper presentation to curry favor, regardless of circumstances
>Snowfall should be more than happy to provide help for her new herd, but given how badly I wanted to track down this blasted human and befriend him… it couldn’t hurt to go above the call

>>30607506
>While fixing the last few strands of errant mane in the gas pump’s reflection, I watched the shifting visages of several brightly colored ponies within the convenience store
>The windows obscured many of the specific details, especially after having been coated in a fine layer of rainy mist, but I could make out the rough forms of several familiar friends
>Breathing a sigh of relief, Storm Cloud stepped to the side and I caught a glimpse of Sky Meadows, her familiar mane style and bobbing head while talking giving her identity away
>While my magnitude of concern for her safety had been nowhere near Storm Cloud’s, I was nonetheless extremely comforted to visually confirm a member of our herd was safe and sound
>I was still trying to discern which pony was Snowfall when a blurry purple mass slid toward the front door, nudging it open to reveal an uptight Storm Cloud silhouetted against the store within
>“Daisy, you silly pony, you looking for a gilded invitation to come join us? Get in here”
“Sorry Storm Cloud, just trying to look good for our guest! How go things?”
>Picking up the medical supplies with a faint twinkling sound and a softly luminescent glow, I trotted toward the store, my hoofbeats on concrete echoing against the ceiling of the overhang
>“Not well… we’ve been wondering when you’d get back”
>There was an urgency in her voice that lacked grimness, but still eased my formerly enthusiastic expression into a slight frown
>Breaking into a slightly quicker canter as I passed through my final few seconds spent in the rain, I came to a halt immediately inside the door just before Storm Cloud let it shut behind us
>Setting the bag on a counter where it wouldn’t be disturbed, I wiped my hooves on the welcome mat precisely as my parents had taught me to do when I was a young, well-mannered filly

>>30607509
>As I cast my gaze across the front of the store, I saw a few familiar faces, including a serenely grinning Sky Meadows, but most notable was the lack of UNFAMILIAR faces
“Snowfall? I’d love to get to meet you! My name’s Daisy… where are you, dear?”
>“That’s… that’s our problem, Daisy…”
“But… Storm Cloud, whatever do you mean by that?”
>“We’re in a bit of a pickle…”
“You’re going to have to be more specific…”
>“Something went wrong…”
>Turning to face my friend, her face was languished with regret that resisted any attempt to divulge the full truth
>I prodded with a firm response, doing my best to rip off the metaphorical bandaid
“Storm Cloud, what happened? Where’s Snowfall?”
>“She isn’t…”
“She isn’t… what?”
>“She isn’t here, okay?! She wasn’t at the house with Sky Meadows! At least, not when I went back to bring them here…”
>Oh, shoot, for the love of…
>Suddenly aware of how many pairs of equine eyes were timidly looking on from the shadows, I tried to ignore them as a cacophony of empty murmurs carried their hushed rumors
>I galloped down the fearfully silent rows of shelves lined by ponies attempting to avert their gazes, eventually coming a halt a few inches from Sky Meadows after a brief slide along the tile
>Her lips were pressed together in a discordant expression that was clearly happy to be in the presence of an old friend, but tremulously skittish about the approaching conversation
“Sky Meadows… sweetie… I’m not mad… I’m so glad to see with my own two eyes that you’re safe, after all this time”
>Wrapping her in a hug that attempted to be as loving as possible amid my own suppressed conniption, I maintained a bit of space between her chest and mine lest she feel my racing heart
>“I’m glad to be back with the herd Daisy… I missed everypony… I missed you…”

>>30607515
>After brushing her mane a few times with one of my forehooves, I pulled away from the hug
“I know… Sky… I know… It’s just, well, there’s a very bad man out there that we want to find so we can befriend him. I’m worried about what he’ll do until he’s a member of our herd”
>“You mean James? I… I guess that must be… who you’re talking about… I haven’t been outside much today but it looked like we’d befriended or chased away nearly everypony else…”
>James… so I finally had a name to put to that buzzard’s face…
“Yes, him. Now, Storm Cloud told me he ran out of the house after seeing that you’d befriended his friend, and I was counting on Snowfall to give us some clues as to where he went”
>“I’m sorry… I should have stopped her… she kept talking about how she had a strong urge to help James, how she thought he needed a hug and reassurance that everything would be alright”
“I want to help him too… in his current state, he’s nothing more than a destructive threat to the herds who didn’t continue beyond this town, and it’s hard to sleep soundly until he’s our friend”
>“And we can’t do that if we don’t know where he is…”
“Right, else we run the risk of him catching ponies off-guard while they’re catching up on sleep tonight – especially given that many of us were active last night, and haven’t slept much since”
>“Daisy… I… I don’t want anypony… to get hurt… just because I messed up… It might not be much, but I followed Snowfall for a little over a block after she went out the house’s front door…”
>Ponyfeathers, so we don’t have a solid idea where either of them went… although they couldn’t have gone more than a mile or two amid the landscape peppered with our friends…
“Nopony’s going to get hurt Sky Meadows, I promise. In what direction was she headed?”

>>30607521
>“Somewhere towards Carmine University – she and James were students there. I tried following her but I couldn’t get past a fence… the planks were digging into my bandages… I’m sorry…”
>Her face had sunk toward the floor, her voice becoming choked as though she were on the cusp of sobbing, despite the lack of tears yet streaming from her eyes
“You did everything you could, dearie… You went above and beyond, and I’m so proud of you… I’ll get you some aspirin to help you feel better, and then we’ll get going, sound good?”
>With a gentle nod, Sky Meadows signaled her affirmation and carefully sunk into a seated position, taking heed not to put any undue stress on her injuries
>A few unhasty paces brought me back to the front counter near the door, my hooves clicking gently against the tile as I snaked around the remains of scattered store merchandise
>Carmine University… now that would certainly explain his ‘Carmine Ambulance’ shirt… I just hope it’s not a large university with too many buildings to search through…
>With absentminded ease, I opened the bag’s zipper and sifted through the medical supplies, ensuring their conditions had held up on the return trip from the hospital
>Leaving the morphine bottle in the bag, I reasoned it’d be wise to use it conservatively, saving it for later until I had a better idea of how long Typhoon Twist’s leg would need to heal
>Levitating out the bottle of aspirin, some disinfectant, and a few bandages, I returned everything else until the time arrived for me to address Typhoon Twist’s ailment
>Sky Meadows’ face filled with slight trepidation as I approached, the glow of my magical aura casting a softly brightening light across her face amid the dim maze of shelves

>>30607525
>Setting the medical supplies at her side, I tried to engage in the best show of inexact eye contact she had to offer
>She rigidly faced forward with subdued discomfort as I began inspecting her bandages, running my hooves over the slightly dreary dressing that had visibly been moldering for many hours
“James did these, right? Are these, still, the very same bandages from when he first cleaned your wound last night? He really should have changed them this morning…”
>For an EMT, I figured he’d have the presence of mind to swap them out AT LEAST every few hours… Wasn’t he worried about her wounds getting infected?
>“I… I guess… I was still asleep when he came to check on me, and he must’ve been planning for him or Alexan- I mean, Snowfall, to change them when I woke up…”
>I managed to catch myself before my body language transmitted too much disdain for James, the pattern of shaking heads and sighs becoming almost automatic at this point
>Oh, yeah, of course, was that before or after he abandoned you to go scrounging for food, leaving you behind with no one to keep monitor the injuries of a viciously lacerated pony?
>I bit my tongue and tried to void my tone of the excessive scorn for his neglect, which would’ve otherwise made me appear bitterer than lemonade short a few cups of sugar
“That’s… optimistic… If it were me I would’ve been keeping a more… careful eye on you… seems kind of… lackadaisical…”
>“He left me water and breakfast… ooooh, and it was the yummiest! With lettuce… carrots… oh, and cherry tomatoes! I don’t know how he knew – cherry tomatoes are just my favorites!”
“Did he leave you any painkillers?”
>“Painkillers? Like… ibuprofen? No…”
“If he had them, would’ve that have been a good idea – here, I found this bottle of aspirin over by the hospital, and it should help with any pain you might have”

>>30607530
>As the bottle became enveloped in a soft glow, it floated to just below my eye level, where I unscrewed the cap and reveled in the sound of the factory anti-tampering seal snapping open
>“But I never said that I was in any pain… well, except for when I tried to hop that fence…”
>As I brought a pair of small white tablets into view, I motioned with my hoof for Sky Meadows to be ready to catch them, dispatching a sluggish motion of her foreleg
“It wouldn’t hurt to take some aspirin, just in case we encounter another fence, or something like that – and none of that stuff from the bottle given to Cobalt, okay dear?”
>With a bit of reluctance, Sky Meadows swallowed the pills, downing them with a resounding gulp as though she were making a point to me that she had, indeed, swallowed them
>Immediately, her gaze wandered from me, even once I began poking at her bandages anew
>“Daisy, you don’t like James, do you…”
>My forehooves slow settled to the floor as an uncomfortable silence filled the room, the sole disturbances resonating from rain dripping outside and the whistling of a gentle breeze
“Sky Meadows… It’s not a problem I have with just him, it’s really not… Look at this herd… look at yourself… look at what happened to you…”
>As a warming light enveloped Sky Meadows’ barrel, I gently peeled back the corner of her bandages, exposing the end of a slender line of buried crimson beneath
>“But… he treated those cuts… if not for him, they might have gotten infected, and I could be… sleeping forever… No, I… I don’t want to even think about that…”
>Her eyes were getting misty, and for the sake of maintaining a stoic, serious disposition, I inhaled deeply to prevent the same stirring of emotion within myself

>>30607535
“I’d never want anything bad to happen to you, Sky… You know that… I’m still crushed that you got hurt in the first place… But please, just tell me one thing… Who did this to you? Who?”
>Motioning toward her gashes proved somewhat fruitless as she declined to follow my gaze, but the intent of my question was still perfectly lucid to the troubled pony
>“I… I don’t know… It was dark and there was loud music and people and ponies and they gave me this drink that burned my throat and… I… I never got a good look at them…”
“Do you think it could’ve been Storm Cloud?”
>Sky Meadows’ pensive sigh was abruptly cut off by a stunned gasp, a fire igniting in her eyes that shimmered with blinding intensity in the face of my accusation
>“What the hay?! Heavens, no! How could you even suggest such a thing?! I’ve known her for years, and she was absolutely anguished when she realized I wasn’t with her herd!”
“Okay, and what about one of the other ponies that you befriended in that room? It was just you and Storm Cloud that went in, but plenty of ponies came out”
>“They wouldn’t have done it either – we befriended them! Why would anypony hurt a member of their own herd?!”
“Well, considering only James and Snowfall were still human, you have to admit, it must’ve been one of the two…”
>“No no no, wait, it couldn’t… I know in my heart of hearts, it wasn’t! Those two are just so sweet and peachy keen, why are you trying to make them out to be the bad guys?!”
“Because this clearly wasn’t an accident – someone intentionally did this to you, Sky!”
>As the tempo of her breathing ticked up, Sky Meadows levelled a hoof at me
>“It was one of the humans, Daisy!”
>Bingo…
>“It was… it was one of the humans… before we befriended them all, a few of them were… a bit… violent…”

>>30607540
>Sky Meadows’ gaze sunk as she realized that, for better or worse, she’d painted herself into a corner, falling tail-backwards into the exact point I was trying to make
“A human did this to you… a human is the reason your sides were bleeding last night… in the same vein, that’s why Cobalt and Typhoon got injured as well…”
>I was certainly glossing over the fact that Typhoon Twist had slammed into a police cruiser, but that it was a small detail in the context of the big-picture argument I was presenting
>“Y-Yes… but James… and even Ale- Snowfall… they were different from the other humans – they would never hurt a pony!”
“That is a reasonable point Sky Meadows… maybe they wouldn’t… but you know who else would never hurt a pony?”
>After a brief pause, Sky Meadows pinched her eyes shut and let out a long exhale, voiding her lungs of most of their air save for just enough to squeak out a faint whisper
>“Don’t say it, Daisy…”
“Another pony wouldn’t. They’d be looking out for their herd. Watching over them. Never abandoning them. Caring for them. Being supportive of them. LOVING them”
>“I know, Daisy…”
“Then why do you seem apprehensive to admit that James would be better off as a pony? Do you think he’s better off as a human?”
>“Daisy… Can we… Can we at least talk about this?”
“Talk about it? What’s there to talk about? He’s out there shivering in the rain, living off what little sustenance there is at the university, missing his home, warm bed, and his friend…”
>“What if, say, his friend weren’t transformed? He’d at least have that, and friendship means the world to some even when everything else is bleak...”

>>30607545
“But what becomes of the world around him? He’s a threat to everypony! If a human was willing to carve you up in a room full of ponies, what would he do to an unfortunate solo one?”
>“James would never do anything like what you’re getting at!”
“If he were a pony, I’d be able to agree with you on that! Think about it, Sky… It helps him, and it helps us… Only good memories, friends, easy living, and nonviolence once he joins us”
>“James is NOT a person of violence! On the contrary, he took care of me and saved me from my wounds getting infected! So tell me Daisy, what kind of terrible person does that?!”
“I’ll tell you EXACTLY who! The kind that doesn’t let his patients leave his sight! I could’ve given you a level of care just as good, if not far better than literally anything James could do!”
>In a flurry of magic that nearly manifested as luminescent sparks, I rapidly removed Sky Meadows’ old bandage, wiped down her wounds, and stuck a new bandage in place
>She barely even had time to wince as the alcohol made contact, its tingling burn still fiercely persisting after the few seconds it took to complete what, likely, took James a few minutes
>The procedure was short on compassion, but I was drawing from a shallow reservoir of sensibility, and my vigor served well at driving home the argument
>“Oooh, look at the speedy unicorn! Why do you say ‘literally anything’ when that’s so untrue? Featherbrain, they told me all about your ‘Jergens-North’ debacle, or whatever it was!”
>I paused, standing with unwavering austerity as Sky Meadows’ chest animatedly rose and fell with her deep breaths, a steadily creeping smile spreading across her face
>She may have thought she’d called out a grand lie amid her war of words, but really, that just was enough name-calling from her for one day… don’t you think so, little pony?

>>30607550
>I cleared my throat, given that even though everypony else in the store had fallen deathly quiet as if enchanted by a game of hide & seek, I wanted to be sure my voice would be heard
“I see… Well, I know who the ponies are that would’ve most likely been talking to you… Typhoon, Cobalt, and especially you, Storm Cloud, could I have a word with you?”
>Sky Meadows’ smug smile quickly evaporated, her expression replaced by one characterized by the unknown – the fear of the unknown
>“Wait… Daisy… They’re not part of this…”
>I remained sternly facing forward, declining to shift even a single strand of mane as I watched Sky Meadows’ suddenly panicked eyes flick between several unseen targets behind me
>Of the three ponies called, my estimation had been that either one or two would step forward at my demand, but the tranquil silence barely even offered a single set of slow hoofbeats
>Sky Meadows’ eyes had shrunk to pinpricks, with ears flattened against her head as she slowly nodded back and forth in disapproving abhorrence
>“Daisy… Please… Daisy, wait… Don’t be mad at them… I… I didn’t mean what I said… Please… I’m sorry…”
“Come along everypony! We’ve not got all day!”
>With a newfound push of urgency, the intermittent clicking of hooves behind me turned into a frantic thunder, with the three ponies arriving in my peripherals a few seconds later
>In the corner of my vision, a purple form with its head sunk low was seeking to make itself as small as possible, trembling as she tried to suppress her wings’ evasive urges
“Thank you all. Now, apparently there’s been some misinformation going around that I’d like to clear up, as I wasn’t the only one to fall for it. Storm Cloud!”

>>30607553
>I swung my head to the side, halting as I reached the flattened ears and shifty expression of the purple Pegasus, her own gaze failing to meet mine
“You and Sky Meadows are quite close, right?”
>She silently nodded her affirmation for a few seconds before realizing that it would play into the cards better if she were to verbalize her response
>“Yes, Daisy… we’re very good friends…”
“I only ask because she might’ve gotten you thinking some silly thoughts. Don’t worry, it’s none of you faults. I just want to clear the misconceptions, that’s all”
>“Uh… s-sure… what do you mean?”
“Just to clarify to both of you, and to Typhoon and Cobalt who I suspect told it to you, and to anypony else who might otherwise be in on the rumor, Jenkins-North injections don’t exist”
>As the general volume of murmuring confusion ticked up a few decibels, I perceived a few ponies tilting their heads to the side ever so slightly while they processed my words
>“But Typhoon said you tried to do one, that James was trying to walk you through how to do it befo- uh, never… never mind…”
“In a way, yes… but he was giving me a rigged test, trying make me, trying to make all unicorns – ponies – look incompetent at taking care of their own kind”
>Storm Cloud grumbled under her breath, certainly loudly enough for me to hear, but not loudly enough for me to think that I was supposed to hear
>“Just because you couldn’t do it doesn’t mean the test was rigged…”
“And Storm Cloud, that’s a fair point. But while I was visiting the hospital, a pony there showed me that there was not a single hint of anything by the name ‘Jenkins-North’ in their records
>Sky Meadows piped up through the fog of confusion drifting over several ponies’ minds

>>30607560
>“But… they said we needed him to do those for the injured ponies in our herd… maybe I needed one… oh, for pony’s sake, is this going to mean my cuts are going to get infected now?”
>Her gaze drifted to the bandages wrapped about her barrel, a faint trembling becoming visible as though she could visualize her wounds growing gangrenous before her very eyes
“We don’t need his ‘special human medical expertise’ any more, Sky. He never had any that any of our medically-inclined unicorns wouldn’t. We’ll be alright”
>“Are… are you sure? That would mean he lied to us…”
“Absolutely positive, Sky – the pony at the hospital confirmed it beyond a doubt. James lied to us, and it wasn’t even a matter of simply doing so once…”
>“James isn’t a liar – he’s peachy keen as could be! At least… I thought…”
“But the reason he went back to you was because he was solely concerned about Snowfall, certainly even more so than the pony he said would die in his absence. All of this…”
>I waved a foreleg through the air at the generally messy state of the store, before lowering my hoof to the ground and deliberately snapping it atop a dropped bottle of random pills
“…This was a panic coordinated by James, causing us to fear for Typhoon’s life. All of it simply because he knowingly gave us a false diagnosis, with fake pills to alleviate it”
>“I thought James was a good doctor…”
“And to be fair to James, that may be true… but he’d be just as good of one as a pony…”
>Sky Meadows’ head sunk low again, as though the roller coaster of emotion through which she’d been put through were finally approaching its conclusion with crushing finality

>>30607566
>“James needs to be a pony…”
>She let out a long sigh and paused, as though the part of her saying the sentence were so far away from anything she recognized, that it took a moment for the sound to reach her
>James needs to be a pony…
“That’s the way it has to be. Otherwise everypony in this town is in danger from a… person… lurking around… and who knows what lengths he’s willing to go to?”
>“You seem to think I’m unconcerned with the safety of our herd – I just want what’s best for James, too…”
“And this is, Sky… he’ll have a role watching over the herd’s health… a warm bed… food… a roof over his head… friends… he won’t need to run anymore, because he’ll finally be home…”
>Sky Meadows fell silent, staring at a random spot on the floor for a solid ten seconds without garnering any response, her blinks coming with a meditative sluggishness
>After what felt like an eternity of listening to the gentle pitter-patter of rain, I felt a faint rumbling in my stomach, my hunger making itself known for the first time since breakfast
>Slowly turning toward the shelves behind me, my hooves echoed with each step against the tile, progressively announcing my approach to a small basket of apples near the front counter
>Enveloping a bright red one with my magical aura, I sniffed it before taking a bite, the crunch resonating through the store over the soft murmurs of returning conversation
>I had almost reduced the apple to its core by the time Cobalt approached me with a question, wincing as though he could feel his marefriend’s pain as she tried to keep up with him
>“Daisy, I’m all for going after James – Typhoon is all for going after him – but please, please tell me you got something to help her leg…”
>Tossing the apple core toward the wall with a well-calculated ricochet into a trash can, I levitated the bottle of aspirin into view in front of Cobalt

>>30607572
>You two are quite in luck, and boy are you going to love me for this…
“Never mind the aspirin that James gave you – I’ve got a bottle that I know is the real deal, which is great because your leg still seems a bit iffy, especially-”
>“Daisy!”
“Sorry… rambling again… here you go!”
>Sheepishly, I tried to suppress the red tint my face radiated while I was unscrewing the cap to the aspirin bottle
>As I cautiously levitated a pair of tablets toward his waiting hoof, Cobalt snapped them out of the air in front of me, quickly swallowing them before I could even respond to his speed
>“There! All gone, now please tell me you got something better for Typhoon Twist – that’s all I’m asking”
“Cobalt, what’s gotten into you?!”
>He sighed, letting his gaze wander to the blue Pegasus mare at his side, her own shimmering eyes fixated on the muddled daylight dancing off the metallic corners of her splint
>“Daisy, you know how much I worry about Typhoon… especially ever since I eagerly did everything I could to help you befriend her, she and I have been inseparable…”
>His voice became quiet and tender as he paused to think about not only the events of the past few hours, but of the past few years of his life
>“The pain of my own injuries is nothing compared to how bad it hurts when I look at that happened to her leg… she and I want to help you so much, but we just can’t in this current state…”
“I understand, Cobalt… I should’ve known”
>Floating the bag of morphine supplies off the counter and gently setting it on the floor, I withdrew a syringe and triple-checked Mocha Swirl’s instructions
>Start with a quarter dose to see if it works…

>>30607577
>In full view of the pair of Pegasi doing their best to relax amid the shadows of the floor, I tested the syringe’s operation as prescribed, finding nothing at fault
“Typhoon, you’re going to feel a little poke, okay sweetheart?”
>She nodded in understanding as I drew a small amount of the clear liquid into the syringe, checking four or five times that the plunger was exactly as far back as I wanted it to go
>With a long exhale from myself and a slight gasp from Typhoon Twist, the needle sunk into her blue fur, and a few seconds later, it returned, voided of its contents
>My greatest fears, of Typhoon howling in immediate agony, or collapsing to Cobalt’s side, proved unfounded as a slight smile spread across her face
>“That didn’t hurt bad at all… I feel nice…”
“Glad to hear it… it’s going to take a minute or two for the full effects to be apparent, then we’ll see whether that’s a big enough dose for a pony like you”
>As the three of us waited for the morphine to kick in, we discussed the best way to get to the university’s center from Carmine Corners, a topic of which Cobalt was quite knowledgeable
>Having worked for years on the town’s police force prior to the advent of modern technology, he could recall the map of each street and house as though it were laid out before him
>He spoke with a savant-like confidence, his string of thoughts flowing quite steadily and interrupted not by any lack of knowledge, but by any aberrant moves by the mare at his side
>Admittedly, every time Typhoon shut her eyes, my trepidation kicked up a notch, but as she blissfully remained conversational, it eased me through the concerns I had about her situation
>It was certainly more relaxed than the last time I’d tasked myself with monitoring her medical condition…

>>30607583
“It’s been a few minutes, Typhoon Twist – how do you feel?”
>With a slight giggle, she grinned at me once again
>“Daisy, I feel like a new mare!”
>As if we’d have any reason to doubt her assertion, she rose to her hooves without wincing, something she hadn’t been able to do previously without the assistance of Cobalt’s wing
>Testily lifting each of her hooves individually, she began walking around the front of the store, a toothy grin plastered across her face
>When I turned to look at Cobalt, he was sharing in her joy, a subdued smile poking through his expression as his eyes welled up with tears of happiness
>With a burly laugh, he spoke up just as she was preparing for a leisurely trot up one of the aisles
>“Don’t wander too far, dear!”
>“I won’t! Love you!”
>After a moment’s pause, she disappeared behind the shelves into an unseen crowd of festive improvisationally cheering for her, leaving me alone with Cobalt at the front of the store
“You know, I’m overjoyed that you and Typhoon are willing to join us – It’d certainly mean a lot to her if… when… she befriends James – but I have to imagine you’d rather, you know…”
>Cobalt sighed and looked to the floor for a way to avoid the conversation, raising his head only after a long search that yielded no answers from the tiles

>>30607596
>“Every hour that passes, I grow more worried… Even though I didn’t find him at home last night… or this morning… I figured he must just be off with whatever friends he made last night”
“He’ll be back soon… Colts – and I guess fillies, if that were his fate – get tired sooner or later and return home…”
>“Eh, you never met him. Yesterday night he had football practice, we went to the shop, made dinner, threw the football a bit more, and he was still full of energy when I left for work…”
“I’m worried to think about what could’ve happened, where he is right now… I’m beyond impressed that you’re able to remain calm… not a… not a nervous wreck…”
>Cobalt let out a weak chuckle even though his situation and true state of mind were anything but humorous
>“I just might be if I still had ALL of my bad memories of what horrid people were once out there… I think being a police officer was a job where I had to deal with a lot of bad apples…”
“And you feel like James needs to be dealt with...”
>“I won’t be able to rest well until he is. It’s all I think I can do. You said it yourself: you’ve given my former name to scores, hundreds of Pegasi keeping an eye out for any foals his age”
“Not to mention, I asked them to tell THEIR friends, too. If they manage to find him, you’ll be the first to know – the fact that nopony in that crowd has already done so… It concerns me…”
>“A part of me wants to still be out there searching with them, but I already checked everywhere he could be… He must just be running around with his new friends… he has to be…”
>Cobalt drew in a long, anxious breath, keeping it stalled in his lungs for a few seconds while his eyes remained clamped shut
>“When we befriend James… and any other human in this whole blasted county… that’s when I’ll breathe a sigh of relief...”

>>30607603
>I put a hoof on his side as a tear rolled forth from one of his eyes, the tightly shut eyelids proving their ineptitude as impermeable dams
>“Unless… well… if the worst comes to worst, there’s nothing I could’ve done anyways…”
“Don’t say that Cobalt. He’s going to be home soon, and he’ll have plenty of stories about all the friends he’s made. You’ll be proud of him. You’re a good, caring father”
>“I hope you’re right…”
>As our ears swiveled to catch the gradually intensifying rhythm of excited hoofbeats behind us, Cobalt unsuccessfully attempted to wipe his tears
>Typhoon Twist trotted to the store’s front while her wings twitched excitedly at her newfound mobility
>A grateful glimmer filled her eyes as she thanked me for my wildly successful scavenging efforts, silently signaling that she was more than ready to proceed with the journey ahead
>“Look, Cobalt! I can walk without it hurting anymore! I mean, I’m probably going to take it easy, just in case, but look at us, we’re unstoppable! Like Bonnie and- Are you okay? Your eyes…”
>Knowing that the jig was up, Cobalt made no attempt to hide the fact that tears lingered in the corners of his vision
>“Some tears of joy, dear… I was so worried that you might be like that for who-even-knows-how-long!”
>“Oh, you know me, I don’t like to stay down for long. Speaking of which, when can we get going to find this human to befriend?”
>As Typhoon turned to face me, my sight quickly surveyed the herd in our midst, taking stock of Storm Cloud, Sky Meadows, and a couple more visible ponies before I raised my voice
“How many ponies are here in total?”
>In the ensuing few moments, a couple dozen curious heads poked out of the various rows of bagged snacks, candy, magazines, and drinks lining the aisles

>>30607609
“Okay, I’m guessing everypony knows what the plan is at this point, so we’ll travel as a group to Carmine University in ten minutes. There’s safety in numbers, after all”
>After a few minutes spent disrespecting the work of an absent chef by greedily wolfing down a delightfully scrumptious salad, I wiped my hooves on the store’s welcome mat
>With an anticipative exhale, I looked out at the vacant town, its appearance unchanged from earlier today, with skies still uninhabited by cheery Pegasi that were no undoubtedly finding shelter
>The bell over the door once again announced my departure as I stepped into the rain, quickly letting Cobalt take the lead as we passed beneath the gas station overhang
>His familiar grey hooves were the first through each puddle as he guided us down the deserted streets, the resolute Pegasus keeping a watchful eye over the rest of the herd
>Nopony was to be left behind or lost, most of all his marefriend whom I closely accompanied, the gentle clinking of her splint and shuddering of its Velcro straps announcing each step
>Every other pair of eyes was fixed on the roofs and windows glistening through the wispy haze of the mid-afternoon rain, and every ear was piqued in search of anything but raindrops
>James was somewhere in town, and we could only hope that he wasn’t planning to strike here on the streets… or, for that matter, strike once we got to the university…
>WE needed to be the ones to find HIM first…

>>30607615
>Following what seemed to be a distressing eternity, we arrived at the university’s main gate, its wrought-iron fence running for hundreds of yards in either direction up the block
>I spent little time staring up at its towering heights – and giving the raindrops a few cheap shots at my open eyes – but one thought ascended clearly into the forefront of my musing
>If we could keep an eye on these gates, James wasn’t getting out without us seeing
“Sky Meadows, Storm Cloud – you two were students here… Do you know how many of these gates there are?”
>Sky Meadows flicked some of the rainwater from her mane as she spoke up
>“It’s not a very large campus… Two on each side, eight total. If you want to have a few ponies keeping an eye on them, the rest of us could search the buildings”
“I think that’s a good idea, although searching will be a large task and it’s starting to get late… how about this: until we can all get some shuteye, just watch the gates”
>“How does that work? All he has to do is stay inside and we won’t ever find him…”
“It’s just for the evening. Until everypony’s rested up for tomorrow. We’ll do a couple of eight-hour shifts, half ponies awake while half are asleep, and start searching around midmorning”
>“I suppose that’d work. You want us to pair up?”
>As if there were any question as to whom she’d align herself with, Sky Meadows’ eyes drifted toward Storm Cloud, the purple Pegasus’ gaze already waiting when she arrived
“Yes, we’ll go in pairs or trios as numbers allow. Everypony get some rest and keep your eyes peeled. I know it’s not even dark yet, but we’ve got a big, big day ahead of us tomorrow”

>>30607624
>When I awoke, it must’ve been about nine or ten in the evening
>I was supposed to still be asleep for another few hours, but I kept having that reoccurring dream with the red filly in it, and I can never sleep when that happens
>Sitting up on the floor, I was greeted by one of the offices on the sciences building’s top floors, its walls and furniture illuminated by the moonlight breaking through the scattered clouds
>At my side, Storm Cloud was softly snoring as she lay asleep on her stomach, tail wrapped around her body in comforting warmth as a brisk night chill peeked its head into the room
>Her wings were intermittently twitching a few inches, no doubt dreaming of flying… or chasing humans… or both – she absolutely loved doing both…
>Sky Meadows had agreed to take the first shift watching the gate through one of the windows, and sure enough, her profile was silhouetted against the glass portal to the night sky
>Hoisting myself to my hooves and gently pacing along the carpet, I tried to close the distance between us so I wouldn’t need to raise my voice above the gentlest of whispers
>Her ears flicked at the disturbance, momentarily turning to face me before I’d even made it halfway to baseboards beneath her

>>30607632
>“Can’t sleep?”
“Nah, I got something on my mind…”
>“Anything you want to talk about? It’s been really quiet the past few hours”
>I absentmindedly rubbed a forehoof against my other leg, betraying my attempts to veil my inner stirring
“That’s just the thing… I’m not sure exactly what’s bothering me… I have an idea, though”
>“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
>I bit my lip and stared momentarily at the floor, realizing that this would’ve been easier to do if I didn’t have a herd to answer to… but such is life
“I’ll be back before it’s my turn to watch the gate… at least the rain stopped, so I don’t have to worry about that while I’m outside”

Holy six-digit word count, Batman! Three months ago, I never would’ve believed this story was going to cross that mark.
I hope that it’s been just as fun to read as it has been to write; thanks to everyone who’s been expressing their support in the thread!
The next Cuddly Doom update will, of course, be released on the evening of Monday July 31, in line with its Monday/Thursday schedule.
Have a great weekend, everyone!

>>30607642
Cobalt giving James intense transformative spankings when

>>30607642
Always a joy to read your updates. Excited to read the next one!

>>30607642
Fuck yeah. Congrats on the milestone.

http://imgur.com/a/SEw8w

>>30607642
Poor James...

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>>30607447
I'd love to read my way through her library and learn all about Equestria. Paying particular attention to the transformation spells.

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>>30607357
Damn, it's been a long time. That story moves so slowly.

>>30609652
Yeah, that's a good fantasy.

>>30600382
The nightmare she had was about being turned human again. And what she really meant is "can I sleep with you".

>>30604022
That's already far more than I'd be willing to give up to be the little pony.
Even negative experiences are part of who I am and not to be thrown away lightly.

>>30604745
>not having your subservient human pin you down and rut you as a mare in heat.

>>30607416
But why?
You'll never see what a cute pony you are, or any other pony for that matter.

>>30599080
http://vocaroo.com/i/s121i6pttsvx

>>30610752
That's rude Anon. Imagine being born a blind qt 3.14 earth pony. Do you think she cares about what she looks like? No, she only cares about getting the lovings from her family and friends. She has long gotten past the notion of what she looks like, as her family is there to support her. Step into the hooves of the pony you insult, Anon. Think before you speak.

>>30606958
When I saw a peculiar yet beautiful cloud formation while driving to work that looked like a vertical tunnel in the sky with sunlight shining through it, the shadows accentuating the immensity of that hole in the clouds. In that moment I wanted so badly to be a pegasus pony galloping along the inside of the tunnel spiraling around it like the grooves on the inside of a gun barrel. It was that beautiful.

>>30610752

>caring about appearances when you're lucky enough to be alive in a world where even the blind can literally do anything.

Besides, it could always be worse. Blind pegasi basically can't fly.

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>>30609652

>Become a mare
>still have to masturbate instead of getting rutted and having a baby
>Became an earth pony so people will be racist to me for no reason

>>30611378
A blind pegasus is still capable of winghugs. That in itself makes being one better than being a blind earth pony.
Wings also have potential use in avoiding collisions when moving around.

>>30611556

>using your wing to avoid a collision
>hit roughly and painfully by some asshole
>hurt for the rest of the day
>Pain distracts you
>You run into something
>everyone laughs at the stupid blind pony who can't fucking find her way around
>being Bronze Medal is suffering

>>30611479
Masturbation is the first thing you do when becoming a pony. Rutting and motherhood come later.

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>>30611372
It would be amazing to explore the sky like that.

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>>30607642
>Holy six-digit word count, Batman!

Cool, congrats on that!

Well another good update as always, I can't believe I forgot yesterday was update day. But that what happens when you spend you whole vacation eating shrooms and loosing all concept of time. I'm also glad to see Sky Meadow back with her herd. She's one of three ponies I could actually see myself let get away instead of taking out. The other two would be Clementine Breeze and Typhoon Twist. It's too bad they're invading our world and wiping out human civilization though.

>>30612028

Why would I want to work out an orgasm when I could go to a stallion and get that sorted out and it'll feel better?

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>>30603095
Absolutely. Granted I've always had issues with being touched and physical sighs of affection make me sick. But yea CD has killed any chance I would ever willing cuddle a pony.

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>>30612881
Maybe you'd feel differently if someone wrote a story in which cuddling a pony had only positive effects, no unwanted transformation or mental changes.

Is there anyone here who won't actually mind being transformed into a pony if it meant complete mental change?

I still feel like it's worth it for me, but it seems like Cuddly Doom is spooking everyone away from the idea.

>>30613127
I'm not sure, anon, and that's the worst part.

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>>30613076
According to CD those affects are supposed to be positive. According to most of the replies they also agree that those effects are positive. What can be considered positive and negative is merely a matter of perspective on the situation. For example, anon in Equestria stories and being turned into a pony I would consider positive because it's his own conscious decision to do so. But in a CD type scenario where they come here, invade our world, turn people against their will, take key components of your memories and erase them to indoctrinate you into their horde so that you can force that same fate onto others. Well if it wasn't ponies, if it was Reapers, Bodysnatchers, zombies or etcetera you'd all be equally outraged. The idea of an invading species coming here and passing judgement on us like they have any damn right to infuriates me. Long story short, I don't like being told what to do.

>>30603095

What's CD?

If it's like that story where Celestia turns a human in equestria into her filly foal...well, yeah, harmony can be horrifying.

>>30613218
Cuddly Doom. Zombie apocalypse but with friendly cuddly poners instead of walking dead.

>>30613232

Oh.

Well, the story I'm talking about is more 'Celestia mentally regresses the human' than zombies, but hey ho.

>>30613218
>>30613292
Do you have a link to this story you're talking about?

>>30613292
Well they're not ACTUALLY zombies, they just have their minds altered so they forget who they used to be.

>>30613324
Not exactly, what happens is that all of their negative memories are erased and as for the remaining memories they're altered so that the infected remembers their life as having always been a pony. For example Daisy in this latest update has this scene.
>Setting the bag on a counter where it wouldn’t be disturbed, I wiped my hooves on the welcome mat precisely as my parents had taught me to do when I was a young, well-mannered filly...
But we all know that Daisy wasn't born a pony, and due to the gaps in her memories she probably didn't lead a very happy life.

>>30613439
Yeah, Daisy is a special case due to probably being a criminal and not remembering her past.
I suppose it would be more accurate to say that they just don't care about who they used to be. They drop their old lives almost entirely aside from the friends they might've had.

>>30613313

I was trying to find it, actually. I don't even have a title, but I lost it somewhere in fimfiction's saving stories system.

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>>30613482
It's got to be something more than that though. Just being a criminal I don't think would be enough to erase an entire life. Most criminals I know don't actually have a problem with the things that they do. Out of me and my four siblings I'm one of two that's never been to jail and they all seem pretty fine with it. If anything jail is just a vacation. So I'm assuming something else happened to Daisy.

>>30613556
Are we talking about that story by Scrub? I think he may have removed it. I won't miss it, to be honest.

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>>30605603
Is there anything she can't do?

>>30600006
>siding with the filthy violent humans over the peaceful perfect ponies

i bet youre a drumpfkin too

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>>30613812
>wanting to simply lie down, and give up
>implying violence has no merits
>implying that the aggressive form of transformation isn't violence

I bet you're a fucking leaf too, why don't you go lie down in the street and wait for some mudslime to culturally enrich you at 100 miles per hour

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>>30613812
>i bet youre a drumpfkin too

Actually I'm Canadian. Although I did think he would win after the DNC screwed over Sanders.
The reason I side with the HLF is the same reason I'd fight back in CD, I don't like being told what to do. In Conversion Bureau they come here from Equestria offering the choice to join them but as their invasion pushes forward they take away that choice and in the end the only the only winner is the Equestrian Monarchy having added our entire world to their territory and 7 billion new subjects to rule over. But I'm sure they were doing it all for benevolent reasons.

>>30613861
Friendly reminder that you're more likely to die from being hit by a coconut than from """radical Islamic terrorism"""

>>30613913
Friendly reminder the the coconut's an accident, getting behind the wheel and deciding to run people down in the name of your god is intentional.

>>30607509
>when I was a young, well-mannered filly
Interesting. Is she getting some false memories to fill in what she lost?

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>>30613812
>filthy violent humans
>not reveling in your humanity
when the horses get their shit rekt by the military, I'll be here, laughing
>inb4 horses convert the military
First human reaction to the horses is fear, what happens when you make a bunch of people with guns, and the training to use those guns afraid?

>>30613960
Well as far as I can tell they all do. Chapter two has a lot of references to it after Morning Star gets turned. Like this one from Storm Cloud...
>“That’s the thing, it’s just… I didn’t know whether it was normal… I can remember quite a bit about my parents at least…”
>“My father must have been a Pegasus too, because he always said he was flying around the country – not sure about my mom because she never went with him”
>“I can remember their faces from our time vacationing in, uh, White Tail Woods. They both had lighter tan coats – kind of funny considering I ended up as a purple Pegasus”
>“I think mom was an Appaloosa; she had a few black, blue, and purple spots on her coat; I remember them especially well during the times my father spent in town”
>“I wonder if that’s where my purple genes came from? They were odd spots; not always in the same places and tended to fade… like chalk in the rain”

>>30614043
I'm ashamed to admit I'd forgotten that important detail.

>>30614097
It's no big, when I get into a story it's pretty easy for me to recall back to previous details for future reference. I used to be able to do it for all of Fallout Equestria. It helps when you need to track down descriptions of characters for artwork.

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>>30613127
I'd completely embrace it.
Even if pony-me is completely divorced from human-me, i'm okay with essentially dying in order for him to be born and have a much better life than i can.
That said, i dont think the personality rewrite is as total as some of you guys fear, it's just the combination of how good it feels, the pure certainty that you're surrounded by friends and the mufflication of the memories you want to get away from that causes the sheer disconnect between outright terror and acceptance.

>>30613172
>if it was Reapers, Bodysnatchers, zombies or etcetera you'd all be equally outraged.
The key difference is that they all completely subsume your individual will.
With cuddly doom, your core remains and you can still think for yourself albiet with an altered perspective.
The issue with suddenly wanting to convert more people is because it just feels that fucking good and the negative experience is muffled by the same process.
The only reason there's an almost zealous crusade for transforming people is purely because of daisy and others like her convincing everypony it's the right thing to do despite the terror they're inflicting.
If snowfall is the one to find james, hopefully we'll get an example of a pony refusing to transform a friend just to prove they're not slaves to the desire.

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>>30613992
ok, let's count how many ways the horses are fucked
1. basically the moment the world figures out that the horses are converting people, they're fucked, and I doubt that there's gonna be ponies smart enough to figure out to cut the feed for every single city they hit, and even then, there's probably going to be dumbasses posting them turning into horses on social media
2. the moment the government gets wind of this, the propaganda machine's gonna go into full tilt, shutting down those "happy" videos of people turning into horses, posting teardowns showing that the transformation's bad, posting about how "the moment they touch you, you're dead", and showing city streets, empty, and utterly devoid of people.
3. in order to turn you, the horses have to have skin contact. This means that a zentai suit's as good as a hazmat suit for dealing with them. And once the military gets wind of that, I'm sure you're gonna see every single soldier equipped with one, meaning that in order to get converted, the horses would have to swarm them.
4. And to swarm them, they'd have to get past a hail of lead. Sure a few civvies with guns lost out to horses in the beginning, but without the advantage of having surprise on their side, (due to the military having intelligence gathering, like satellites, and drones) the horses will likely lose.
5. >b-but muh unicorns
Sure A unicorn can maybe throw off the aim of A soldier, but the thing is, nobody's gonna be fighting alone, that one unicorn might throw off your aim, but your buddy next to you's gonna point, squeeze, and blow that horn-head's brains out.
6. >b-but my pegassi
again, not operating alone, some featherbrain pounces you, the guy next to you puts his bayonett into his side, and gets him off of you. And it's unlikely that the skycancer's gonna get through the suit anyways.
7. This shit ain't happening in a vaccum. The moment a third party catches wind, (wether it's Nato, russia, or hell, china) The horses are double-fuckd

>>30613127
No, that's little better than death.
I'd only contemplate transformation if I were still completely myself, only temporarily in the form of a cute mare.

>>30613127
In life, we are the memories that we hold
In death, we are the memories that others hold of us

To not have our memories is to not have our life, to not have our life is our death

On the surface, we're choosing between death and death.
Underneath we're choosing between whether or not to give life to someone that we hate, or to not give life at all
OP is a raging faggot
-4chan 2014

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Ha Ha, such lighthearted conversation. How about I post some inane drivel, and hopefully take everyone's minds off whatever the fuck's going on in this thread

>>30614342
And you don't think that the ponies will isn't subsumed by the horde? Without your bad memories you lose your concept of what is bad and what is good. Humans learn from our mistakes. Case in point human me would never force someone to do something they didn't want to do no matter how good it felt. Infected me on the other hoof, not having bad memories of my past experiences and the compulsion to make new friends wouldn't care what the other person wants because infected me has lost the concept of how bad dehumanizing another person would be.

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>>30614446
>I sat in a clearing in the garden, enjoying the feeling of sunshine warming my coat, and the cool grass under me.
>I was idly humming, with my eyes shut, just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere out here.
>No one trying to bother me, or giving me any expectations further than “grow some plants”.
>I really, really liked it out here.
>I felt one of my ears turret as I heard a pair of ponies enter the garden, and considered looking up for a moment, but decided against it.
>Snugglebun usually came alone, which meant I was likely safe from whatever prank, or joke, or whatever she had planned.
>I swear, it’s like every other day she tries to pull something.
>But usually she’d be out at a bar by this point, trying to put on her best knock off Rainbow Dash impression.
>Honestly, what a hussie.
>Maybe if she could just close her legs for one second, she’d manage to get with somepony who could tolerate her for more than a night.
>I settled down into the grass, and tried to just forget about her for a second, and continued humming some snippets of whatever music I could remember.
>I think I was humming something by Billy Joel, I’m not really sure how it goes, but it’s sad, and it’s sweet, and I knew it complete, when I wore a human man’s clothes.
>I paused my humming to let out a contented sigh, I was so glad that no one was going to ruin this peaceful little moment.

>>30614514
>I don’t know why, but Snugglebun was sneaking up on Frost, something to do with “ruining her peaceful little moment?”
>She had froze dead in her tracks when Frost sighed, but the moment she started humming again, she resumed moving.
>I don’t know how she got over that ring of grass without making a sound, but she apparently had ninja-like skills.
>Probably acquired from having to sneak around a noisy cathedral, or maybe just something having to do with being a bird boned pegasi.
>I watched as she crept her head closer and closer to Frost’s ear.
>So she was going to yell in her ear or something?
>Not that surprising, as I could tell from this morning, Snugglebun had a real pair of lungs on her.
>I watched as Snugglebun crept closer, and closer until she…
>Wait, did Snugglebun just kiss Frost on the cheek?
>I stood dumbfounded as Snugglebun fell over on her back and started laughing outrageously, and Frost nearly turned completely red.
>”Oh man, that was great, gotta say, this is about the second most red I’ve ever seen you turn.”
>”THAT WASN’T FUNNY, SNUGGLEBUN”
>”Oh shush, you know you love it.”
>I chuckled as I watched Snugglebun waggle her eyebrows at a furiously scrunching Frost.
>I mean, that was pretty terrible, but still, funny as hell.
>I stepped over the fairy ring, and noted that it seemed to be a bit taller than I remembered, probably something I could ask Frost about.
“So, we here to shoot the shit, or what?”

>>30614517
>”Oh, uh, hi… um, I don’t think I managed to get your name…”
“Well, I think you got it in a more literal sense in the way that I can’t remember it anymore.”
>”Oh, I, um, sorry…”
>I trotted up to the shy little wallflower, and gave her a hug.
>I mean, I’m not gay, or, I don’t think this is gay? But whatever, it looked like she needed it.
>The whole question of “gay/not gay” got thrown out of whack the moment a certain group of ponies decided my ‘umie penor needed to be a horse vaj.
>I let my forehooves drop back down to the grass, and looked at the little blushing mare, who muttered out a barely audible “thanks.”
>I looked over at Snugglebun, who had her hooves tucked up under her chin, and I swear, her eyes were sparking.
“Snugglebun, what the hell”
>With a flap of her wings, she swept up behind me, and had a hoof noogie-ing my mane.
>”Aw Newfag, you’re just too precious sometimes. I swear, can feel myself getting diabetes over here.”
>Snugglebun released me, letting me try to muss my mane back to some kind of normal, as she trotted in front of me and Frost.
>”Alright, gossiping, shooting the wind, shitposting loudly, go go go.”
“I swear, I thought I had seen the last of shitposting by the time I finished that glass of bleach.”
>”And what, miss out on the fun of spewing random shit to either get a cheap laugh, or piss someone off? No way in hell. That, and I’m pretty sure where there’s humans, there’s shitposting.”
>I huffed, of fucking course not even death could save me from shitposters.
“Alright, so, you seem real excited to spill the beans, either that, or you’ve got some ancient memes to spew, that you think I’d remember.”
>”Yeah, yeah, alright, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve lurked the chan, but well, I got some hot gossip for all y’all, hot off the street, or rather, the marble tile.”
>I raised my eyebrow, and leaned in towards Snugglebun.

>>30614526
>”Frost’s got the hots for that grey stallion who works in the cafeteria.”
“Wait what?”
>Snugglebun laughed as Frost clamped her hooves over her mouth, and again, nearly turned completely red for the second time.
>”I DO NOT ‘HAVE THE HOTS’ FOR HIM, SNUGGLEBUN”
>”Oh come on, I’ve seen you get all doey eyed when you look at him, and the way you stutter when you try to talk to him”
“Wait, doesn’t Frost stutter like, every time she talks?”
>”Believe me, when she talks to that guy, she has a hard time even getting “hi” out.”
>I chuckled at the idea of the shy pony trying to talk to a stallion.
“Sounds like all we’d need is some pink hair dye, some yellow paint, and a pair of wings, and we’d have a real Fluttershy on our hands.”
>”See, I’m not the only one who thinks that!”
>I laughed, I mean, it was sorta kinda at Frost’s expense, but the way I see it, she either needed to lighten up or get out of her shell, or something.
>I felt a hoof nudge my side.
>”See kid, not all gloom and doom, out here in the presbytery, am I right?”
>I realized for a sec that I was actually smiling, and having a laugh with people who I was rapidly starting to consider my friends.

>>30614541
“Well, yeah, uh, maybe? I mean, I kinda expected shit to suck pretty hard, you know, in a ‘boot smashing a human face forever’ kinda way, but I’m guessing Sister Praise is the only one who’s upholding that policy.”
>”Yeah, I mean, she’s kinda got her own crusade. Dunno what crawled up her ass and died. And well, everyone else is a convert, so they’re usually pretty chill.”
>I think about what Snugglebun just said for a second.
“So, uh, exactly how many people do you think come through here? And where do they all end up?”
>Snugglebun looks up at the sky and rests a hoof under her chin.
>”I dunno, I mean, shit usually changes pretty wildly, sometimes you’ll have a good year, and have next to nobody show up, but sometimes you’ll have stuff like last year, and people are stepping all over each other to get out the door.”
>I look between the ponies sitting in front of me.
“Wait, doesn’t that mean that I’m basically talking to dead men right now?”
>I watch as Snugglebun gives a wry little smile, and Frost scuffs the grass with a hoof.
>”Yep, got that one on the nose, kid. I mean, not everyone gets second chances, so, well, best make the most of it, am I right?”
>”Y-yeah.”
“That… is probably the most horrifying migrant crisis imaginable. I mean, all you’d get is the sad sacks with no hope, Jesus fuck that’s awful.”
>”Well, yeah, but on the bright side, once you get them out of the shitter, and into happy sunshine land, I’d imagine they’d brighten up. And, well, I’d say Equestria’s one hell of a lot more forgiving. Like, seriously, there’s a sofa and quill shop, name one place where that wouldn’t go bankrupt before the end of the year on earth.”

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>>30614548
>I think for a moment, and try to think of somewhere where something that dumb could fly.
“Portland? Maybe some hipster infested place? I’d guess if the quality’s good, maybe it’d stay solvent?”
>”Yeah, maybe one or two places with people batshit enough to keep someplace like that afloat, like California, but even then, chances are it’d just get gobbled up by some chain.”
“So, what’s that make Equestria, some kinda big rock candy mountain for failures who took the easy way out? Some kinda socialist welfare state, or something?”
>”Eh, it’s more like if you try, you’ll more than likely succeed, as opposed to back on Earth, where if you try hard work, you’ll fail, if you try luck, you’ll fail, and if you try the smart way, you’ll get saddled with student debt, THEN fail.”
>I try to open my mouth and refute Snugglebun’s statement, but while I don’t know how things work in Equestria, I can’t help but feel that that’s exactly how things went back on Earth.
>”W-well, that and the commies usually get shut down by the literal god who runs this place. I mean, I’m not a fan of theocracy and all, but I’m less a fan of those godless reds.”
>I stare at Frost for a second, I wouldn’t have taken her as some ancap poster, especially when she’s been quiet for most of the conversation.
>But hey, guess there aren’t high requirements for drinking bleach.

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>>30614449
It's not ALL the bad memories though as we've clearly seen sad poners thinking about their human lives, it's different for every pony and we dont know the exact criteria yet.
Hell, it could be everything you subconsciously want to cut out of your life anyway.
Although biased, daisy's said it depends on "how much you want to get away from.", or something along those lines.
>because infected me has lost the concept of how bad dehumanizing another person would be.
They clearly havent though, we just had somepony argue quite passionately with daisy about not transforming james, and she only won that argument because his panicked lie was caught out and used to prove the point that a human cant be trusted 100% while a pony -can-.

>>30614561
“So, uh, it a faux paus to, uh, ask people about their lives before, uh, winding up here?”
>”I mean, most of the time, yeah, I’d guess? Since it was literally so horrible they decided killing themselves was better off than continuing, but, well, we’re here to shoot shit, and gossip, am I right?”
>Snugglebun sighs, and for a brief moment, I think I can see the man under the mare.
>”Times got hard. Jobs got scarce, and, well, Memes stopped being funny. Booze burnt through what money I had left, and, well, it was either the streets, or…”
>I reach over, and wrap a hoof around Snugglebun’s withers.
“I… I’m so sorry.”
>Snugglebun looks up at me, and tries to put on a smile, but I can still see the tears threatening to spoil the facade.
>”Nah, it’s fine, I mean, if I didn’t I wouldn’t have wound up here, am I right? I mean the whole “can’t cum inside Rainbow Dash” is kind of a bummer, but, well I think I got the next best thing, which is becoming rainbow dash!”
>Snugglebun strikes a pose in front of me, and I wonder if it was just me, or if Snugglebun put an emphasis on the “cumming” part of “becoming”.
>Frost gives an unimpressed look.
>”So is that why you completely ruined your mane that one time with that “rainbow” hair dye?”
>”Oh come on, you know I could have rocked it.”
>”You could have, if it didn’t have a shitty tie-dye effect.”
>I chuckle at the ponies exchange as I imagine Snugglebun having a hippie-esque rainbow blotched hair-do.

>>30614569
>I yawn widely, and look over the horizon and watch as the sun sets.
>”Welp, friendo, it’s looking like it’s getting to about time to hit the hay. How ‘bout we get you off to bed before you just pass out in the grass out here?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.”
>The three of us head out of the nearly head height grass.
“Hey, uh, mind explaining what’s the deal with the grass?”
>”Earth pony magic. Frost here sorta can’t control the tap, so when she’s happy, or calm or whatever the grass grows up around here. Aaaand, when she’s thinking about her cooolt friiiend little wild flowers sprout up in there as well.”
>”SNUGGLEBUN, ONE OF THESE DAYS, I SWEAR”
“Oh, what, you don’t want that big, strong stallion to scoop you up, and hug you close to his chest?”
>”NOT YOU TOO.”
“C’mon Frost, you’re making this too easy, I mean, have you considered not freaking out about this stuff so people won’t tease you about it?”
>Frost scrunches her muzzle up, and turns away.
>”M-maybe… But maybe you shouldn’t be an asshole and tease me, huh?”
“C’mon, what’s a little banter between friends? And I mean, maybe you could give Snugglebun a taste of her own medicine? Like I doubt she hasn’t done anything mind-bogglingly stupid.”

>>30614576
>As I watched Frost put a hoof up under her chin, I couldn’t help feel the slightest bit sorry.
>I don’t know how good of friends these two ponies were, but I might have just pushed them slightly towards some kinda break up.
>Hopefully, the messy kind, where two of the ponies responsible for my ponification would either be less inclined to work together, or too distracted to notice if certain pink ponies broke out in the middle of the night.
>I mean, it was a long shot, but having some sort of plan, or preparation to get out of this hell hole would be probably be for the best.
>Because the slightest bit of insurance would be a real lifesaver if it turned out the final test was staying nice and still as they strapped you down to a chair, cracked your skull open, and cut the bad out of you.
>I watched as Frost turned to Snugglebun, and metaphorically crossed my fingers.
>“You know what, Snug, I don’t think you actually have gotten laid, because every night, after you come back sloshed after going “on patrol”, you always whine about how none of the stallions want you, and how the mares are all snobs.”
>I watched as Snugglebun’s mouth gaped, and tried to hold in my laughter.
>”I- but you, why, I aughtta…”
>”I mean, I doubt it’s a secret at this point that every time you’re sent on patrol, you just make a beeline for the bar. And don’t get mad, Snuggsy, it’s just a bit of banter…”
>I was finding it increasingly hard to keep from bursting out laughing as Frost was wearing the most guilt-free angelic little smile, while Snugglebun was just seething with rage.
>As we approached the doorway to our bunks, Snugglebun let out a breath.
>”alright, alright, I got it, no more banter.”
“Oh, you’re a fan of dishing it out, but the moment some of it comes your way, you immediately call a ceasefire?”

>>30614581
>”yeah, yeah, look kid, there’s a world of difference between saying someone’s out looking for a boyfriend, and telling someone that they have no game, they probably drink too much, and that their love life’s a sad miserable wreck.”
>I looked at Snugglebun’s crestfallen look, and felt a genuine stab of empathy for someone I should be considering my tormentor.
“Oh, uh, wow, is it me, or did shit get real in here for a moment? I mean, we’ve all probably said things we’re going to regret, so how about we just drop it, and focus on getting some shuteye?”
>I noted that Snugglebun was already in bed, and hugging the persuader to her chest while she was turned away from me.
>”meh.”
>I put on an awkward smile, but when I noticed that Frost was in the same untalkative mood, I let it falter.
>Well, mission accomplished, insofar as they weren’t talking to each other.
>I don’t know if this was a common occurrence, or what kinda long-term effects there would be, but at least Snugglebun’s little “outburst” gave me a bit of ammunition to use against her, if the need arises.
>I pulled the blanket over myself, settled down in my shitty little cot, and tried to console myself with the fact that these people aren’t really your friends, and that, if they felt the need, they’d just as happily snuggle with me, as open me up, and cut my personality directly out of my skull.

And that's it for this update, have a nice weekend, folks

>>30614591
https://pastebin.com/x5gDSY9F
Pastebin updated, sorta surprised I didn't have to pander to captcha's signpost fetish while posting.

>>30614600
Another awesome update. I can't wait to see where this goes.

>>30614568
If that were true then there would be more ponies with full access to their whole lives and yet we know that's not the case. We also know that the infection isn't just taking away memories it's adding and changing the existing ones. I wouldn't want to get rid of any of my memories and we know that's not how it works either. Morning Star easily went through one of the roughest transformations in the story, breaking both his arm and his leg just trying to escape. And yet he had no problem doing the same thing to Cobalt soon afterward, Why? It's because that person he was no longer exists. Now he's just another carrier of the infection.

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>>30614370
>This means that a zentai suit's as good as a hazmat suit for dealing with them.

The ultimate in cuddlocalypse protection.

>>30614600
I love it.

>>30607642
James becoming the herd cumdump as punishment when

I know I haven't been around, but I'll try to get back to daily update next week

>>30616365
You'd better, otherwise master's gonna take away all your dresses, and sew your balls back on.

Here's a quick update to Fond Memories, with the expected and unnecessary /o/tism you've probably come to expect.

>>30474284
>After you throw your clothes back on, stumble out of the house, and make the short drive back to your dorm, you spend the rest of the day mulling over the events of the previous night.
>You’re still not a hundred percent sure whether or not you enjoyed it.
>Sure, the minor breakdown was a little embarrassing, but it wasn’t like there was anyone at that party to impress.
>Besides Amber.
>You’re still trying to figure out how you feel about her; specifically, whether or not you’d want to see her again.
>You can’t remember if you told her your name or not.
>If you did, it’s still doubtful that she’d connect the small, feminine stallion with, well, you.
>Even though you doubt there are any other people here named Anon.
>Eventually, you come to the conclusion that, regardless of whether or not you want to see her, it’s not gonna happen at all if you just lie in bed.
>You slide out of the twin bed in your single-occupant dorm room and head into the adjacent bathroom to freshen up before heading out to get something to drink.
>And maybe some ibuprofen, too.
>You’ve got a horrible headache.
>You head down to the student union on shaky legs and grab what you need from the small convenience store.
>And, lo and behold, standing right there behind the cash register is none other than Amber herself.
>You plop your stuff down and try to look anywhere else in the room besides her.
>But you can’t be awkward forever.
“Hey, Amber, right? How’s it going?”
>She looks up at you, no hint of surprise or camaraderie anywhere on her freckled face.
>”Anon, right? Anon Doe?”
“In the flesh.”
>The conversation abruptly dies out.
>Well, fuck.
>Time to be a little less subtle.
“Recognize me at the party last night?”
>She cocks her head a little, probably wondering what the hell you’re going on about, until her eyes widen.

>>30616690
>”Wait, that was… you?”
>You grimace and look away.
“Yeah, it wasn’t my proudest moment.”
>”Are you kidding? It was adorable! Definitely not your average college party fare, that’s for sure. Tell you what, I get off work in a couple hours, and if you want, we could grab some food or something. Meet me by the fountain at four.”
“O-Okay.”
>She hands you a plastic bag with your pills and your drink safe inside.
>”Here’s your stuff. See you soon!”
“Later, Amber.”
>You wait until you get back to your dorm to cheer.
>Although you have your doubts about how viable a relationship built off of one night of petting could possibly be, you’re still more than willing to take the chance.
>So what’s holding you back?
>You take two pills, washing them down with a swig of iced tea.
>You’ll cross that bridge when you come to it.
>Unsurprisingly, you don’t immediately start permanently transforming because of sabotaged medicine, necessitating a rescue by your macho, conspiracy theorist friend-turned-lover.
>The big Pon-E medicine scare didn’t happen until 2000, anyways.
>Those were crazy times.
>But on that calm fall day in 1996, it was all you could do not to count the minutes as the clock ticked towards 4 PM.
>After trying to make yourself look presentable, you leave your dorm with time to spare and head down the hallway towards the antiquated elevators.
>”Yo, Anon, where you going?”
“Oh, hey Josh. I’d love to talk right now, but I’ve sorta got a date to get to. Remember the girl from the party?”
>His eyes widen.
>”Her?”
>You give him a triumphant nod.
>”Well, shit, congrats on the catch. Let me know how it goes. I’m cheering you on!”

>>30616695
>He runs off down the hall, and the rest of the trip to the small, flowery park in the middle of campus goes by without any other interruptions.
>And when you turn the corner, she comes into view.
>She’s sitting on the edge of the fountain, twirling a lock of red hair in her hand.
>”Oh, hey! Glad you showed up.”
“Do I really look like the type to stand up a girl like you?”
>Laughing, she gets up and dusts herself off.
>”Of course not.”
>In what has to be an effort to fulfill your hourly quota for awkward moments, you both stand there for a second while you try to figure out what to say to her.
“So, what do you want to do?”
>”I don’t know, I was thinking we could get something to eat and go driving for a while. I’m assuming you’re the pleasure driving type.”
>You grin.
“I am.”
>For about as long as you can remember, too.
>”C’mon, then. We can take my car.”
“Alright, lead the way.”
>You make your way towards one of the campus parking lots, and Amber raises a familiar key fob.
>Now, if there’s one thing you’ve learned over the years, it’s that you can tell a lot about someone just based on the car they drive.
>Josh, who had money to burn but wasn’t quick to show off his father’s business dealings, drove an anonymous-looking Dodge Dynasty for years.
>Your grandfather’s Packard, once a symbol that he had well and truly made it, morphed into a symbol of his likeness more and more as years passed under your father’s ownership.
>Your collection of well-optioned special orders no doubt says quite a bit about you, too, even if not all of it is good.
>Cars are honest like that.
>So when you saw the headlights flash on a royal blue, late-model Packard Caribbean coupe, your heart leapt into your throat.
>”Like it? It was my father’s. He passed it onto me instead of trading it in.”
>You grin.
“Are you trying to impress me or something?”

>>30616702
>She opens the door and, smiling, rolls her eyes.
>”Now why would I ever do that?”
>You hop in the passenger’s seat and marvel at the familiar black leather interior, before nonchalantly taking a look behind you, peering back into the cavernous rear row of seats, the feeling of space only amplified by the long rear hatch.
>”Trying to see if this is the Custom model?”
>You kick yourself.
>You were looking for one very specific option that you hoped she didn’t notice you pining for.
>With a few of the right options, the rear seats folded seamlessly into the floor, providing ample cargo space… or room for two.
>”Your silence is all I need to hear. It is, by the way.”
>You can’t help but laugh.
“Alright, you caught me. I was just curious, that’s all.”
>”Mhm.”
>Thankfully, she’s far more entertained than upset.
>The rest of the night goes by like that.
>You both get along well, making conversation and cracking jokes all throughout dinner.
>And the drive, while uneventful, was still a mix of enjoyable and serene.
>Until, of course, you get back into town, where Saturday night is attracting all walks of life.
>Including one rusty, late-sixties Pontiac, packed to the brim with college kids, of course, that’s stopped right next to you at the light.
>And from the way they’re looking over at you, revving the engine, and grinning like idiots, they want to race.
>What follows next is possibly one of the most romantic moments of your life.
“Looks like they’re trying to impress us.”
>”What kind of car?”
“’66 Poncho. Not a GTO, looks like a Catalina.”
>”What engine?”
>You crack the window and listen to the rumbling for a second.
“Shit, that’s the 455. Do you have the 4.3 or the 5 liter?”
>She revs the engine right back at them after a particularly loud bout of hollering and grins.
>”The 5.”

>>30616708
>On either side of the intersection, oncoming traffic is slowing to a stop at the changing light.
“Here’s hoping we got this one right.”
>The conversation doesn’t last more than ten seconds, but the feeling lingering in the air sticks with you for the rest of the night.
>You may have gotten a C in the class during your sophomore year, but you can still recognize chemistry when you feel it.
>Suddenly, the light turns green, and in a flash of rubber, you’re both off!
>The Pontiac leaps forward in a cloud of smoke, but Amber gives chase.
>And once the Ultramatic transmission shifts into second, they never close the gap again.
>She speeds along as you watch the rusty piece of shit slowly grow smaller behind you.
>At the last minute, she hits the brakes and turns onto a quite side street leading back to the dorms, slowing back down to a normal speed.
>Both of you sit in silence as the car putters along towards the parking lot until April lets out a small laugh.
>You start laughing too, and the laughter builds until April has to pull over so she can catch her breath.
>”That was awesome!”
“I can’t believe that just happened.”
>She starts driving again, still giggling a little.
>”Guess you bring out my bad side.”
>Once the familiar cluster of buildings that you live in comes into view, she pulls over and stops again.
>“Thanks for a great night out, Anon.”
“Any chance we can do this again sometime?”
>”How does next Friday sound? Same time, same place.”
“Works for me. See you around.”
>”Bye, Anon!”
>You hop out of the car and make your way back into your room, collapsing on your uncomfortable, too-small bed.
>You’re still not sure how you feel about her.
>But, hell, let’s see how long this’ll last.

And that's all for now. I promise I'll stop disappearing for weeks on end. Eventually.

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>>30616365
When will you make me your pretty stallion, WallMixer?

>>30616709
I'm very glad you're continuing this.

New TF-Sential sketches.
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>>30617589
http://i.imgur.com/5PnXltm.png

>>30616709
They should go on a cute date together as ponies.

>>30617589
My dick is a ten on the Mohs scale. Really like the Celestia tf especially.

>>30612585
Because when you have a new body it's normal to explore it in private before sharing it with others.

>>30616708
Inb4 Amber becomes big dominate stallion and Anon is small, submissive, trap.

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>>30618471
Very impressive.

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>>30618471
>>30617589
Looks awesome, but it bothers me how....into it the people are.
I'd totally be the same, but it's still odd to look at.

>Draw magic circle on the ground with QT mark in the middle.
>???
>Pony.

>>30618553
>Try it in your bedroom.
>Fuck it up and end up as a pony with a talent for carpets.

>>30617589
Need MOAR of Celestia. pretty please?

>>30618731
named Carpet Muncher

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>>30599283

>>30616709
Solid but at the last moment you ended up calling Amber April

>>30599473
random anon here, on it.

>>30619051
Godspeed, Anon.

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>>30599283
>>30599473
>>30619406
badaboombadabing, hope y'all like it.

Full res:
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>>30619708
Ooh, that's nicely done.

>>30619743
Thanks! I'm still kinda learning the ropes, but I'd love to get into digital art soon. so I can draw porn

>>30619776
Sounds good. Let us know if you need any transformation-related art ideas.

>>30616709
>The next week passes by painfully slowly.
>And by the time Friday comes around, you’re practically counting down the minutes until you’re due at the fountain again.
>And as you anxiously start making your way through the maze of hallways and stairs, you, of course, run into Josh.
>”Hey, Anon, what’s up, man?”
“Look, I’d love to talk right now, but I’ve got someplace to be.”
>”Amber again?”
“Yeah.”
>”Nice catch, man. I know exactly what’ll make tonight unforgettable, too.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
>Grinning, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a nondescript bottle, carefully selecting 2 pills from inside it.
>”Chicks dig Pon-E, you know. I hear it’s a pretty good way to get to know someone.”
>You sigh.
“Josh, there are many things wrong with that idea. I don’t even know if she’d try it, anyways.”
>”Well, it’s how you two met, so it’s worth giving a shot.”
“But it’s just the second date!”
>”And when has that stopped anybody? Look, if she isn’t up to it, just give them back tomorrow. But I say give it a shot.”
>Wordlessly, you grab the pills and place them in their pocket.
>”That’s the spirit.”
“I’ll give them back to you in the morning.”
>”If you have hands. See you around, man.”
>Now even more nervous, you make your way over to the now-familiar courtyard, where Amber is waiting for you, sitting on the fountain.
>”Looks like you finally made it.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I ran into a friend.”

>>30620033
>She grins.
>”Well, seeing as you’re only sixteen seconds late, I’ll let it slide.”
>You let out a small laugh, and she stands up.
“So what do you want to do tonight?”
>”I’d be fine with dinner and a drive again.”
“Sounds like a plan. Want to take my car this time?”
>”Sure!”
>You both head over to where your car is parked, and make the short drive to one of the town’s many small, cozy restaurants.
>You make casual conversation over dinner, and when you’re finished you end up sitting in your parked car, trying to decide what to do next.
>First dates are easy, but second dates?
>Those are dangerously close to uncharted territory for you.
“Actually, I have an idea.”
>”Hm?”
“Before I left, Josh–my friend–gave me some stuff he said we could, er, try.”
>”Well, what is it?”
>You scratch the back of your neck.
“It’s, well, Pon-E.”
>You quickly glance over to her, expecting some look of disapproval, shock, or disgust.
>Seriously, illegal drugs on the second date?
>The fuck are you thinking?
>But instead, she’s smiling.
>”Sure, why not?”
>You laugh and start the car.
“You took that a little better than I expected.”
>”Well, who do you think told him to give you the Pon-E?”
>You stop yourself from letting out the parking brake.
“What?”
>”One of my friends has a class with him, so I told her to tell him to tell you to try it. Simple. It’s not like you were gonna try it any other way.”
>You laugh a little.
“I didn’t take you for a Pon-E type of person.”
>She grins and swats your arm.
>”That’s how we met. And I haven’t tried it before, but I’ve wanted to.”
“Your place or mine?”
>”Yours, probably. Unless you have roommates, too.”
“No, I don’t.”
>”Lucky bastard.”

>>30620041
>You back out of the parking lot and make the drive back to campus.
>The walk up to your dorm is uneventful, and when you’re both inside with the door shut and locked you take the pills out of your pocket.
“Twelve hours from now is about nine in the morning. Do you work tomorrow?”
>Amber sits down and crosses her legs, drumming her fingers on the chair.
>”Nope.”
“Then we should be good to go. I’ll get some water to wash it down. Do you know the rules?”
>”Yep.”
>You quickly grab two small plastic cups from your bathroom and fill them with lukewarm tap water, handing a cup and a pill to Amber before you position your dorm’s full-length mirror to reflect both your wary visages.
“You ready? If this is your first time, it’s gonna hurt a little.”
>She grins.
>”I can take it. Trust me.”
“Alright, here goes nothing.”
>You down the innocent-looking pill, and watch as Amber does the same.
>Almost immediately, a tingling feeling washes over you, and you see familiar light blue fur spreading across your body.
>You raise one hand and watch as your fingers start to clump together and turn the same shade of blue as your new fur.
“Fuck, this feels weird.”
>In front of you, Amber groans and slides out of her chair, and you look up in shock.
>”I’m good.”
>She groans and you watch as her jaw pushes out, lavender fur covering her face as her hair starts to shorten and change color.
>Her eyes slide shut right as they start to grow in her head.
>You wince in sympathy before looking in the mirror and taking stock of your own changes so far.
>Your hair is longer, your ears have travelled up your head and changed shape, and– yep, time for the muzzle now.
>You grit your teeth as your face pushes out in front of you.
>Luckily, the feeling of your bones grinding together is nowhere near as pronounced or painful as it was before.

>>30620044
>You watch as your feet go the way of your hands and your legs change shape.
>Then you almost fall out of the chair as you feel yourself start to shrink.
>The room starts to grow larger, and larger, and larger still.
>You look over at Amber’s unconscious form and watch as she starts to shrink too.
>She stops far sooner than you did, though.
>A tail slowly pushes its way out from her tailbone, and you grit your now-flattened teeth as the same happens to you.
>After your long mint green tail finally stops growing, you’re hit with a powerful wave of nausea as your organs shift inside of you.
>When it’s finished, you slowly untangle yourself from your loose-fitting clothes and stand on four shaky hooves, surveying the room around you.
>Well, you’re certainly a small pony, that’s for sure.
>You look over to Amber, who’s still passed out on the floor, her changes now finished.
>Her lavender fur goes surprisingly well with her short pepper-gray mane and tail, although her broad muzzle does make her look a little bit masculine.
>You glance at the clock on your nightstand, impatiently tapping a hoof.
>How long were you passed out for the first time you transformed?
>Fifteen minutes?
>You plop down on your haunches and continue to study her large form.
>After a few more minutes, you realize just how creepy it’d look if she wakes up to you staring at her, and you look out the window.
>Fuck, you should probably close that.
>You crane your neck to grab the string in your teeth, and yank it a little until the Venetian blinds cover the window.
>Mission accomplished.

>>30620049
>You turn around just as Amber starts to stir, cracking open one eye.
>”How long was I out for?”
“Not long. Just a few minutes.”
>She responds with a grunt as she slowly tries to bring herself to four hooves, shaking her clothes off her frame.
>She’s definitely very well-built, that’s for sure, her toned frame standing a full head over yours, just as you predicted.
>And even though “toned” for a pony is slightly less marshmallow-shaped, it’s still clear that she’s more masculine than your petite form.
>Having found her new center of balance, she turns around to face the mirror.
>After studying herself for a while, she looks back at you and grins.
>”Looks like– fuck, is that seriously my voice?”
>It’s deep and rich, sending shivers down your spine.
“I guess so.”
>Your own, much lighter voice is on the completely opposite end of the spectrum.
>You look away from her head, and your eyes wander all the way down her body to her tail.
>Its pepper-colored hairs are too short to cover the clearly male anatomy resting beneath her… his legs.
>Your eyes shrink to pinpricks.
>You did sort of expect it, considering how, well, how masculine Amber looks now.
>But it is not exactly a welcome discovery.
“Uh, Amber? I think you’re a guy now.”
>He lowers his head to look underneath his belly, and his breath catches in his throat.
>”Well, damn. You’re right.”
>He turns around and hesitantly takes a few steps toward you.
>”You’re pretty small, you know.”
>Your head cranes up to meet his gaze once he reaches you, and your heart starts pounding in your chest.
“I think you’re just pretty big.”

>>30620056
>He grins a familiar grin, and you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.
>It’s still the same Amber.
>He has no control over what he turns into.
>It’s not his fault he’s so big, and strong, and hand–
>He lowers his head until his lips touch yours, and your eyes roll back in your head.
>Your shaky legs push you forward, pressing your lips against his even harder.
>Sparks fly and electricity runs through your body for an eternity before he breaks the kiss.
>He looks into your eyes and grins again.
>You just kissed a guy.
>Not only that, but you just kissed a stallion.
>It’s not your fault, right?
>Ponies are just more affectionate than humans are, that’s all.
>It doesn’t mean you’re attracted to him.
>Nope, not at all.
>You silently beg your hard-on to go away before he notices.
>”You’re still pretty damn cute, you know.”
>You blush.
>Since when did you blush?
“Y-You are, too.”
>He smiles.
>”You think so?”
>You look away and quickly nod.
>He leans in for a peck on the cheek, and you start blushing even harder.
>”So what do you want to do for the next eleven-and-a-half hours?”
>Your eyes dart around the room, looking for something to pass the time.
“There isn’t really much to do here. What do people normally do when they’re ponies?”
>”I don’t know. Watch TV? Cuddle? Who knows?”
>You don’t have a TV in your dorm.
>So you just pretend he didn’t say another option.
>An option that you don’t want to admit sounds amazing.
“I don’t know what ponies like to do, either. Besides being petted, and neither of us have hands anymore.”

>>30620063
>You both try to look anywhere in the room besides each other.
>”Do you want to…?”
“Y-Yeah, I do.”
>Wordlessly, he climbs up on your bed, now big enough for both of you.
>You hop up, and he gives you a peck on the cheek before rolling on his back.
>”Do you want to be the big spoon?”
“Yeah, sure.”
>He rolls on his side and you try to wrap your hooves around him.
>It doesn’t go very well.
>If you try to rest your head in the crook of his neck, your legs can’t even make it all the way to his tail.
>But you press on.
>This has to work eventually.
>Minutes pass as both of you shift uncomfortably on the bed, before you roll on your back and huff.
“This isn’t working.”
>”Maybe you’d rather be the little spoon?”
>You just stare up at the ceiling.
>”I mean, you are the smaller pony here.”
>You don’t know why you’re so apprehensive.
“S-Sure.”
>You roll back onto your side and your eyes meet his.
>You scoot closer to him until the soft fur of your belly is pressed against his and your head is nestled in your neck.
>”Or this works, too.”
>You look up at him and plant a small kiss on his chin, and he responds with a much deeper kiss on the lips.
>Your eyes flutter shut and he wraps a foreleg around you, drawing you even closer to him.
>The kiss continues as you lose yourself in the sheer bliss of it all.
>Until you feel something soft and warm start rubbing against your underbelly and your sheath.
>Your eyes snap open and he meets your gaze with a wink.
>You try to bring yourself to break the kiss and pull away from him, but you can’t.
>Soon, your own cock starts to poke out of your sheath, rubbing against his length.
>You can’t bring yourself to look down, but you already know who’s bigger by far.

>>30620075
>When you feel his broad, flat tongue prod at your lips, the trance is broken.
“A-Amber, I don’t think I can do this.”
>He smiles.
>It isn’t a hungry smile, thank God, but a forgiving one.
>”That’s alright. I don’t know what came over me either.”
>He goes to sit up, but you quickly try to stop him.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to cuddle! I just don’t want to go any, um, farther.”
>He smiles again.
>”That’s fine. Do you still want to be the little spoon?”
“S-Sure.”
>You roll over onto your other side, so your back is against his belly, and you feel his strong hooves wrap around you and pull you closer to him.
>He starts planting small kisses on the back of your head, and you feel yourself starting to melt into the sheets.
>Fuck, this feels so good.
>Until you start to feel something poking you in the back again.
>Amber feels you tense up, and he sighs.
>”I-I’m sorry, Anon, I just can’t get it to go back down.”
“It’s fine.”
>It isn’t fine.
>But he seems to be enjoying himself, and if you shut your eyes you can almost block the feeling of his cock slowly grinding against you, coaxing your own dick out of your sheath.
>Instead you try to focus on Amber’s soft, loving kisses.
>You both relax like that for ages, until you slowly drift off to a calm, peaceful sleep.

That's right, it's getting gay. I don't know what else you expected from me.

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>>30620085
I guess >>30618241 was right.
Story's good if not particularly to my tastes.

>>30620085
>Anon didn't get fucked by Ambers gigantic cock
7/10

>>30620085
>Ranger frotting with WallMixer when?

Suddenly there's so much to read. Good job writers.

>>30617729
>>30618771
An image like that raises so many ideas about Celestia letting a human use her body while she leaves on vacation. Much to Luna's chagrin.

>>30599074
Turning into a pony at work is seriously unprofessional.

>>30611718
Everyone would hug, not mock this pony.

>>30621352
Not if you're Harshwhinny

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>>30622186
What if you unprofessionally turn into Peachbottom by mistake.

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Go to bed, little pony

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Go to bed as a human, wake up as a pony. And vice versa.

>>30623139
so what you're saying is get pinkie pie levels of energy when you're a pony?

>ywn be a good colt for your Mistress

>>30620085
Inb4 Amber ODs and falls madly in love with pony Anon, but Anon doesn't want to OD because the family business, so he is then forced to deal with Amber stallion that wants Anon to be a pony so he can fuck Anon's brains out.

>>30623578
Amber can still break him when he's human

>>30623311
Do whatever it takes to make the most of your pony time.

>>30619708
I particularly like how the mane has a bit of green to it, rather than the all too common dark grey/black.

>>30618786
Perfect. I'm sure there are a good many ponies who could use those skills.

>"So whatcha gonna do with your time away from th' farm, Anon?" Applejack said as she leaned on the windowsill, watching the rain fall down on the orchard
"Well, to be honest AJ, might just go out and see the world a little.." You trail off as you give her a quick scratch behind the ear and watch the downpour with her
>In reality though, you were going to do something a little different from that
>After Fluttershy spilled the beans about you being omnivorous during a trip to Canterlot, the good princess Twilight had drafted up a royal order explicitly barring you from having any meat at all
>But being the cheeky lil' shitposter you are, and a solid hour of deciphering fucking legalese later, you figured out that outside of equestria, those words meant a whole lot of nothing
>So it’s less of a vacation, and more like food tourism
>After getting your stuff all packed up and ready, you get some grub, and surprise, surprise it's literally nothing but apples again
>Boil 'em, mash 'em. It doesn't matter to this family, they love em to bits
>The face you made when you found out that Granny Smith had somehow managed to stew them would've been worth its weight in gems and gold if they caught it on camera
>After an uneventful dinner, and a bedtime story, you flop down on your bed, and passed out
>Slipping out of the old farm house and walking down the road away from the acres, You head off towards the train station, making it as the sun rises over the small town and take a seat on the benches to catch your breath
>Ponies come and go about their morning business as you just watch over them, and after a while, You sprawl out across the bench
>Naturally, as soon as you get bored enough to consider taking out the lone, dog-eared book in your bag, the pony running the ticket booth shows up
>A short chat, and a bag of bits later and You are the proud holder of a ticket to a land of cold, wonderous meat
>Or as the locals call it, Griffonstone; land of the catbirds

>>30624781
>After getting comfy on the train and the small conductor horse checks your ticket, you pull out your book and get to reading
>Or you would've, if you didn’t pass out while on the train through the spiraling mountains and the wide valleys on the way there
>Pulling into the City/Nation and getting off the train, you’ve got your priorities straight
>Practically running through the slushy streets, or as best as you can given the conditions, You burst through the door to the restaurant
> “Ah, so the ‘great’ Anon has fallen through my doorstep once again!” The grey gryphon laughs at your misfortune as he helps you to your feet
>Gustav Le Grand, Chef extraordinaire, everyone
>Also he has a terrible taste in doneness
>I mean, who makes a fine steak well done?
“Nice to see you too, Gustav” You chuckle as you dust yourself off, giving him a quick hug and take a more proper seat
>Turns out a lot of folks pass through the city-state for a lot of purposes, like treasure hunters, diplomats and of course, connoisseurs of tasty, tasty murder
>Meat, that is
>There’s enough wings and claws here to really give someone a bad time if they tried to pull some shit here
>It’s a slow night for Gustav and his crew, so he chats you up after bringing out your meal himself
>Hot damn, it’s been way too long since you’ve had a meal this good!
>The savoury taste still in your mouth, you bid the chef farewell and book a room for the night
>You were sleeping well, until you heard the ruffling of wings, a burlap sack going over your head, and a hard * THWACK * to your dome a few seconds later

>>30624784
Nice to see something new and I'm interested in where this goes.

Does a prisoner condemned to turn into a pony get a last meal in which they can eat meat?
What would you pick for yours?

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>>30625714
A stale baguette and a pineapple is the only last meal you should ever order, fashion yourself a medieval mace and earn your place in valhalla.

>>30625714

The rarest kind of meat I can convince them to get for me.

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>>30625799
I guess you become the Viking pony in that case.

>>30625806
rarest as in hard to get or rarest as in bloody?

I want to be the cute stallion and be booped in the snoot[

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>>30626338
She's a big girl

>>30626410
I want to be tongue punched in my fartbox

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>>30626410
To boop and to be booped by the cute little mare.

>>30626513
For you.

>>30626513
Quite right. No-one wants to become the pony with the fucked up mane.

>You will become a mares stallion by sharing breath with her.
Reading up on horse antics was a mistake, the simple act of breathing is now a vector for arousal.

>>30627507
I guess that explains that aspect of WallMixer's story.
Now we just need a romantic story that starts with transformation due to being breathed on by a pony.

>>30626401
You can demand nigh impossible meat to obtain as a stalling tactic if you don't want to be a pony.

Here's your regular reminder of the importance of giving feedback to content whenever possible and showing your engagement with it.

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How would you make yourself useful once you became a pony (or whatever) in Equestria?

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>>30628276
Seeing as how Equestria doesn't appear to have a standing army I'd probably just join the Royal Guard, more than likely the Night Guard.

>>30624784
White Glove Society, anyone?
This is well written and holds a lot of promise; I'll be tracking this story closely!

>>30629853
Unexpected mare transformation is a serious danger.

>You wished to go to ponyville
>You kill preseason 1 twilight
>You take her place
>Mayham and Sex

>>30630711
Seems things went seriously screwy

>>30630735
You fail to stop Nightmare Moon. She rules unopposed. The night lasts forever and she's the one enjoying the mayhem and sex.

>>30630816
;:^(

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>>30630816
But what if Twhyly isn't Kill?

>>30630711
>>30630800
We wanted to become a mare and be screwed but not like this.

>>30630901
He wanted, is what I meant to say. Freudian slip.

>>30628276

I've got a pretty good ear for music, so replicating all the old songs I remember from my time on Earth would set me up pretty well. Particularly if I just focused on old pop songs, ponies would eat that shit up.

This is of course assuming I can figure out how to play instruments with my new hooves.

>>30607632
>reoccurring dream with the red filly
Well now I'm curious

>>30607642
I guess time's nearly up for James. He'll make a good mare.

>>30631021
There are plenty of musical ponies, even earth ponies, so hooves should be no obstacle.

>>30631343

They've not had a lifetime of using fingers instead of hooves/magic though.

Imagine thinking your hot shit, try to impress some of your new pony pals, sitting down with a guitar or piano or something and then realizing you've no clue how to play with hooves, so you just end up sounding like this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MI-_jWAmlE

>>30614591
More please.

>>30631021
When everyone turns into a pony in Equestria there'll be a race to see who can plagiarise the stories and music that comprise our culture and sell it to the natives first.

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>>30625157
And the obligatory response.

http://i.imgur.com/pSakUWy.png
Vinyl Scratch TF/TG- This one's a bit more focused on making an interesting composition.

I may make an Octavia companion to this one.

>>30632232
Not really into the mid-tf thing but it's well done.
Music induced tf?

>>30631371
I don't have to imagine.
https://youtu.be/V2u_SmgsB2s
https://youtu.be/wMyx32x7z44

>>30618471
Your art's usually somewhat in the uncanny valley for me but I have to say you coloured that beautifully.

>>30632232
http://i.imgur.com/rM9Wg5q.png
Octavia TF/TG to accompany the Vinyl Scratch one.

>>30633421
Neat. At least they'll have each other for support and lesbian pony fun.

>Anon becomes a pony transformation addict and keeps returning to humanity so that he enjoy the rush of becoming a pony time after time.

>>30618471
I really like the way the fuzz looks, 10/10, would cuddle if it wouldn't eat my soul while it turned me into a poner

>>30633956
That's sounds like the kinda thing that leads to complications. Next thing you know you're stuck with a pony head and satyr legs.

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>>30631696
>More please.
Don't worry m8, I usually update weekends, so just hang tight, and the next chapter'll be out before you know it.

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Anyone have hypno files for professional wife tosser here?

>>30634111
The ultimate pony tf nightmare.

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>>30634444
I'd say that turning into a pony and back once would be the ultimate nightmare, to fully live the dream before having it snatched away forever.
To actually -know- what it feels like, rather than simple imagination.

>>30634111
>ywn be an anthro freak of nature