Pony Transformation General

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I want to be a whore pony

Transformation into Nyx!

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SUBMIT

What's this about Gumo holding out on dragon green?

>>30866491
This is your fate human bois

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>>30865485
>>30866038
I mean, I didn't need to read any tf story to want to be a pony. I mean, yeah, who wouldn't want to be a cute pony?

Maybe it says something degenerate about me that if transformed into a pony I'd rather stay on Earth. I'm kind of a passive person and probably have an unhealthy desire for positive approval for just being myself instead of my usefulness since I've always seen myself in a kind of negative light. Even if that me is an adorable mare and the attention is getting dicked. Maybe especially on the last part.

Would you let Princess Celestia turn you into a filly so she could take you to the movies and only have to pay for a kid's ticket?

>>30866958
I'd be really happy to turn into a pony (preferably mare) and/or visit Equestria temporarily. But at the end of it I would want to return to my usual life.

>>30867362
Well yeah, that makes sense. Equestria would be a fun place to visit.

Burglars are now turning themselves into ponies to avoid leaving fingerprints at the scene of the crime.

Any greens with a mare changing Anon 'against his will' or at least, where he kinda resist and with a lot of cuddles involved?
lewd or not

>>30867925
Maybe https://pastebin.com/Mh1gRQWs

>>30867987
Yeah, that one was great
Is there more?

Is this the thread where I can beg for more of Tonic the dragon?

>>30867999
You might like this.
https://pastebin.com/YKZZMsUr

>>30867999
https://pastebin.com/JU1CMFDD
There is also this, its almost a sequel to CD

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Every anon that has ever posted into PTFG for any reason turns into a pony next time they sleep.

>>30868312
I wish I could see the looks on the shitposters' faces. I imagine we'd be generous and end up helping them rehabilitate.

I want Twilight to transform me into a mare and breed me.

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>>30868041
If you like. Someone will relay your begging to the author.

>>30868485
Who doesn't?

>>30868485
....
wait a second.
Is she just turning you into a mare or is she also breeding you?

>>30868521
She fucks mare Anon with her marecock

>>30836725
Time for another update.

>Once you get out of the shower, you hesitantly check the time.
>Somehow, it’s already getting close to the early afternoon.
>Guess you spent more time with Sarah than you thought.
>And by now, your housemates probably want something more to eat, too.
>Toast again probably wouldn’t go over well, but you’re pretty sure a simple salad would agree with all their new diets.
>You exit your bedroom and throw open the door to the fridge, only to find that you’re out of pretty much everything.
>Fuck, you were planning on going shopping today, weren’t you?
>Lucky for you, the grocery store down the street delivers, and it looks like they’re open.
>One quick mobile order later, and a few bags of leafy greens are coming your way.
>You sit in the living room and check the news on your phone before you hear the doorbell ring.
>You throw open the door, and instead of a normal human being on the other side of the door, there’s a bulky, russet-furred minotaur.
>He looks back at you with the same startled expression that you’re probably wearing right now.
>”I, uh, thought there was gonna be a pony here, with all this, um, lettuce you ordered.”
“N-No, it’s fine, these are for my friends, and they’re sick too. Is the store really making you come into work today?”
>He rubs the back of his head.
>”I needed the cash and, apparently, the store wouldn’t be liable if I got anyone sick.”
“Huh. Imagine that. Have a nice day, and here’s hoping you get better.”
>”Uh, thanks.”
>You pick up the plastic bags and start to close the door before stopping in your tracks.
”Hey, do you need a tip or something?”
>He nods.
>”Yeah, sure– uh, thank you.”
“No problem. Just let me look for some cash.”
>You dig through your pockets and find nothing.
>The table by the door doesn’t have any stray dollar bills on it either.

>>30868552
>You pop your head back outside with a sheepish look on your face.
“Shit, man, I don’t think I have any cash on me. Sorry.”
>The minotaur rubs the back of his neck again, and his nostrils flare.
>”You smell really good, you know.”
>As if you’re in some cheesy porno, your eyes are slowly drawn to his quickly-tightening jeans.
>You can feel your head start to cloud over as his masculine musk reaches your nose.
>”I can, uh, think of another way you could pay me back. You’d probably, uh, get sick though.”
>Instead of shutting the door, you find yourself slowly getting to your knees.
“That’s fine. I’ve done a lot more than just this today.”
>He reaches a furry hand down to unzip his jeans as you get to eye level with his cock.
>You don’t see anything wrong with sucking him off out in the open.
>It looks like he doesn’t either, considering how he’s resting a hand against the wall, his eager eyes waiting for you to service his growing shaft.
>It’s rich, chocolate-colored length is even bigger than Mac’s mottled cock.
>You give the head a few ginger licks, and he lets out a long sigh.
>”Fuck, I’ve needed this for a while.”
>Without any reservations, you take the head of his dick in your mouth and begin to softly suck.
>It tastes so good…
>You slowly slide your head down his shaft to fit more and more of him into your mouth.
>Your eyes glaze over and you barely notice as the tip enters your throat.
>”You’re pretty damn good at this.”
>He slides almost effortlessly down your throat, and you only stop and pull back your head to take another deep breath.
>Then you go back to deepthroating his cock, his medial ring slipping past your lips with ease.
>The only thing that chips through the haze is the feeling of your nose bumping against his furry belly.
>Did you take it all already?

>>30868549
unf

>>30868558
>A hand instinctively moves upward to cup at his balls, and you start bobbing your head up and down as your tongue runs along his shaft.
>He starts to make shallow thrusts each time he bottoms out, and your second hand joins your first in rubbing at his smooth, plump balls.
>”Fuck, I’m getting close!”
>His thrusts start to pick up in speed as he prepares to dump a hot load of cum down your eager throat.
>Your hazy mind can’t wait to taste it.
>You feel the head of his cock flare up in your throat, and your eyes flutter shut as you feel him place a hand on the back of your head and bury himself in your throat.
>Rope after rope of hot cum shoots right into your stomach, and your vision turns white with pleasure.
>Your boxers grow wet as your own cock fires off a few watery ropes of cum.
>He pulls back until his flared head is all the way back to your open lips, and you feel another orgasm building as his cum floods your taste buds with even more pleasure.
>You swallow every drop of his seed, and each gulp rewards you with another electric jolt of pleasure through your body.
>When he pulls his length out of your mouth, you let out an involuntary whine, but you’re back to panting in pleasure as he starts to pump his free hand up and down his shaft.
>The feeling of the first spurt of cum land on your face and in your open mouth is enough to send you over the edge again, a small, damp puddle of cum pooling in your jeans.
>He coats your face with a few more loads before his hand leaves his softening cock.
>You’re both sweaty, panting messes, and it takes a good minute before you can get to your feet.
>”That was really, really good. I’ll be working until 9 tonight, just call the store if you need another delivery.”
>His voice pierces through the fog, and you manage a weak nod before slowly getting to your feet.

>>30868572
>You grab the neglected bags and bring them inside, setting them down before heading into your bedroom to take yet another shower.
>Not that you really mind the hassle that much.
>As soon as you finish your shower, you quickly empty a bag of greens into five bowls.
>You take them upstairs, delivering the food to all your housemates.
>Surprisingly, neither Sarah nor Mac tried to jump your bones when you opened the door, saving you another shower.
>April is still April, caring more about being woken up than anything else.
>After having to drop pieces of lettuce into Dan’s bathtub, you make it to Chris’s room.
>She’s asleep, too, and you gently set the bowl down on her desk.
>But, even though you were trying your best to be quiet, Chris starts to stir.
>”Anon? Is that you?”
“Yeah. I was trying not to wake you up.”
>”I don’t mind.”
“Are you hungry?”
>”Not really. I just want to cuddle. It’s just so lonely in here, you know?”
>She rolls over on her side and gives you the saddest look you’ve ever seen.
“Do you want me to cuddle with you?”
>Chris leaps up on her haunches and beams.
>”Really? Yes, please!”
>You wordlessly hop up on the bed and lie down on your side, and your housemate curls up into a ball, resting her head on your chest.
>At least all these fucking pheromones haven’t made you completely hate being the big spoon.
>You run a hand along her back and your breath catches in your throat.
“Damn, you’re soft.”
>”Please keep petting me like that. It feels so good.”
>You happily oblige, one hand scratching behind her ears as the other traces circles along the fur of her back.
>Despite your best intentions, you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.
>What harm could a few minutes of rest possibly do to you?

>>30868581
>You don’t know how long you slept for, but you slowly wake up to the sweetest, most delicious smell you can imagine.
>The bolt of pleasure shooting down your spine wakes you up for good.
>You open your eyes and the first thing you notice is the lime-furred ass currently planted on your chest, tail flicked out of the way.
>Chris’s needy sex is just inches away, leaking like a faucet right onto your shirt.
>She doesn’t even notice you’re awake, too preoccupied with sucking your dick to care.
“What the hell?”
>Chris freezes, her head slowly and sheepishly rising up to look back at you.
>You should be even a little bit disgusted that your male-friend-turned-female-horse
“N-No, keep going.”
>Her eyes light up and her head shoots right back to your twitching cock.
>Fuck, that feels so good.
>Her tail starts to swish as she gently bobs up and down on your length, eagerly swirling her head around the tip.
>You feel yourself starting to relax, and you lean your head back and sigh.
>But then that smell hits your nose again.
>It’s almost irresistible, and you feel yourself quickly sitting up.
>Hesitantly, you run a finger along the edge of her puffy lower lips, and you hear her breath catch in your throat.
>You slip two fingers inside, and she lets out a small moan.
>Her walls are so tight and warm, coaxing your fingers deeper and deeper still until they bottom out.
>You slowly pull them out and, almost without thinking, bring them to your tongue.
>She tastes just as sweet as she smells, and you can’t help but lean closer and closer to her snatch.
>You stick out your tongue and slowly lap at her folds, and she gives you an excited squeal as she bobs her head up and down.
>It’s so blissfully good that you can’t help but dive your tongue inside her, lapping and licking every inch of her walls.

>>30868591
>You try to seek out her most sensitive spots, and she starts sucking even faster, grinding her pussy against your face and moaning with each bob of her head.
>You can feel yourself getting close, and you’re sure that she isn’t far behind you.
>With a muffled cry, you feel her walls clench down on your tongue, her juices squirting into your mouth.
>Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel your own climax reach its peak, your seed shooting into Chris’s mouth.
>It feels like an eternity before your orgasms die down, and you both pull away from each other before flopping down on the bed.
>”Fuck, I needed that.”
>Chris returns to her position as the little spoon, and you lie there together wordlessly.
>Until you hear what sounds like scratching coming from another room.
>”What the hell is that sound?”
“I’ll go see what it is.”
>You go out into the hallway and quickly trace the source of the noise to Sarah’s room.
>When you open the door, you stop in your tracks.
>Scratch marks line every wall and piece of furniture, with a few on the ceiling for good measure.
>His window is wide open, the screen clawed to shreds.
“Shit!”
>You stick your head out the window and watch as a tawny blob in the sky slowly grows smaller and smaller.
“Sarah!”

And that’s all for now. Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/3me402Bk

>>30868602
>>”Fuck, I needed that.”
My sentiments precisely.

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>>30868312
I pray for this every night, yet i always awake in my disgusting primate shell, is my faith not strong enough?

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>>30868312
Dude not cool.

>>30868485
>>30868521
>>30868549
Similar scenario but with Luna instead of Twilight. Good enough?
https://pastebin.com/hnQMXzq2

>ywn be a thick stallion

>>30866489
I still don't see the downside.

Twi mom, you're a fucking alicorn and you have filly bits

>You meditate so hard that your mind leaves your body and inhabits a pony named Astral Projection.

>>30868602
Ranger updates turn any good day into a great day.
Curious to see what Sarah's going to do.

>>30868725
The fact that Anon says exactly this (or a past tense variant of it) three times in the story really says something.
Namely, that he really fucking needs to give head.

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To jump start the economy everyone in the unskilled workforce gets turned into a pony.

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>>30869392
they'll need training tho

>>30869398
Not if the get jobs related to their special talents.

>>30866472
That picture looks like Twilight's finally snapped and is force choking the shit out of Anon.

>>30869365
>Curious to see what Sarah's going to do.
Spread the infection I guess

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>>30869392
Cute? Yes.
Economically viable? No.

>>30870116
Horse choking

>>30871143
Poor guy. Now no-one will believe his crazy story about being a human.

>tfw ywn be a slutty drunk pony that gets stallions horny and wasted enough to think you're a mare

>>30869398
We could do with a slutty mare training academy story.

>>30868312
Ok, I'm going to sleep when I wake up I hope we all get to be the little pony together!

>>30868041
>>30868495
Would be nice to have some Tonic

>>30873311
>real Lexi

Implying that she's real? I'm fairly certain that Lexi is an alternate reality version of anon. It's like existing in a parallel universe where youre a dog. There was no "real" Lexi, as this pony never existed before hand. Anon never knew her at least. My theory anyways.

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>>30868495
Begging relayed. I'd like him to write here too.


Also, I'm still working on stuff. Was considering giving Lexi a break to focus on Tabernacle or Eris but might not. Lexi seems popular and I have ideas for it. Also, yes, I am writing dragon stuff again but I don't know if I'll update it here because my story total is already kind of high as is. But hey, if you think otherwise, let me know. Minds can be changed.

Image semi-related. Dragon green I never finished.

30866398

I'm the anon you replied to. I see where you're coming from, but if they have the magic to transform you, then they'd have the magic to fix your body, too. Or at least that's how I see it. In Equestria I always fantasize about being human, but its' not the body I have now. I admit using magic or flying would be awesome, and I have a ponysona, but if it came time to choose, I have no doubt I'd choose human. I'm not saying you're wrong or wanting to become a pony is bad, I just don't really get it. Maybe more reading will help.

>>30873458
Please, p-please

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>>30868041
>>30873458
I've been summoned. I suppose if there's enough demand and I'm welcome here I can start Tonic back up. I'm not against it.

>>30874343
DO IT

>>30873358
>I'm fairly certain that Lexi is an alternate reality version of anon
Reasonable but even if it were true wouldn't there still be an original Lexi whose place in the alternate universe is now taken by Anon?
Maybe it depends what mean by 'alternate reality'.

>>30873358
>It's like existing in a parallel universe where youre a dog
Poor Spike. But if you're making the Equestria girls comparison, then the mane six exist in both universes.

Because people both in thread and in the Discord wanted it, here's the beginning to that dragon green.

>Things were not going as planned.
>You had a very strict time limit, and it was running out fast.
“Come on… come on…”
>Your team was inexperienced, you were probably the only person worth a damn pushing at this point.
>And you were pushing hard.
>Projectiles whir past you but you’re holding on for dear life.
>You were on death’s door at this point though.
>And anybody who’d be able to help you stay alive was currently milling about helping the less qualified members of your team.
>Because of course they were.
>But you could manage, all you’d have to do is just hold on.
“Come the fuck on you pieces of shit!”
>Your reprimand was not well received.
>”Hey, fuck off man.”
>”I don’t see you doing much better than us.”
>And, sure enough, you were dead a moment after.
“Fuck!”
>The match was over not too long after that.
>Fucking Genjis fucking up and not pushing the damn payload.
>Frustrated, you exited the game, sitting back in your chair.
>You’ve had enough of this bullshit for the night.
>Overwatch’s playerbase is full of cancerous idiots, and you didn’t want to deal with that.
>You reached over to your drink, taking a sip.
>And, of course, you grabbed an old can.
>Flat, stagnant soda bombarded your taste buds, causing you to spit it out on your monitor.
“Oh come the fuck on…”
>Maybe you should have thrown away the excess half full soda cans.

>>30874577
>Thankfully you manage to clean up the mess before it got problematic.
>Once you did, you started to feel a little hungry.
>Your mini fridge did not yield much in terms of promising meals.
>You considered going to see what your parents were cooking, but decided against it.
>They already silently judged you for still living with them enough.
>That and they gave you a monthly allowance to live of off that you had already pissed through.
>Just a week left until you would have gotten the next pay.
>So you decided to wait until they were asleep before going out to take some food.
>With that all straightened out, you lied down on your mattress.
>A few of your friends messaged you earlier, asking if you’d like to hang out for a while.
>You didn’t reply back.
>Going out to hang out with people you only hardly associated with didn’t constitute as a good use of time for you.
>After all, a 4chan thread could probably have given you the same level of enjoyment, and you wouldn’t have to leave your house for that.
>As you stared up at the ceiling, you couldn’t help but feel strange in that moment.
>Your stomach was in knots as you sat up.
>Was that soda making you sick or something?
>You tried to stand up, but your body failed you.
>Instantly you fell back down the moment you sat up.
>A soft groan escaped your lips as you slipped out of consciousness.

>>30874343
>>30873458
Praise the lord, Dragons gonna be back!

>>30874583
>When you came to, you knew that everything was very wrong.
>Your body felt numb and you weren’t lying on your bed anymore.
>Looking around, you noticed it was instead a flower patch.
>Marigolds, tulips, daisies…
>You felt a twinge of embarrassment over your knowledge of flowers.
>But that was quickly overshadowed by the realization that something was in the bottom of your line of sight.
“The hell?”
>A soft, effeminate voice slips from your mouth.
>You’ve never had a deep voice, but you knew this was way too high.
>As you sat up, you realized that you were both nude and strangely different.
>Your body was coated in pink scales.
>Claws capped off your fingers and toes, your face was stretched into a snout…
>And you lacked a dick.
>It was just smooth down there.
>Didn’t take long for you to put two and two together.
>You had become a female.
>Some weird, lizard girl.
>Based on how tall the flowers were, you seemed to be a lot shorter too.
>The trees towered around you.
>Not to mention they seemed overly vibrant and soft.
>You rubbed your head, noticing you had no hair but a pair of what felt like horns.
>Or you hit your head really hard and two small bones with sharp, curved tips broke through.
>You managed to pick yourself off the ground in full.
>Your claws dug into the soft earth ground instinctively.
>Upon feeling the soft soil go between your toes you shuddered, quickly shaking them off one by one.
>You’ve always hated getting dirty.

>>30874593
>Not knowing what was going on, or even if you were awake, you started walking around.
>All the while you softly slapped your face, trying to see if you were asleep.
>You felt every slap on your cheek.
>Butterflies flew by as you walked through the forest.
>It was all quite scenic, like something from some cheesy cartoon.
>You couldn’t help but wonder as you walked when the last time you went out for a walk like this was.
>Never, you’ve never gone out for a walk as a pink lizard thing.
>You knew that’s not what you were thinking of, but you didn’t want to dwell on it.
>After walking around for a while, you found yourself on a small little path in the woods, like a road.
>Not seeing anything else to do, you followed it, still very confused.
>All you wanted at this point was to go home and be take a nap.
>The bright sun beating down on you sure didn’t help your feelings about the whole deal.
>It was honestly jarring to be out in the sun, you were used to having your thick black out curtains keep things dark.
>But your eyes adjusted with time.
>The road grew wider the further you went down it, the forest receding as the road was more well kept.
>And, in the distance, you saw a very strange figure waiting.
>A quadrupedal animal, slightly shorter than you, with lavender colored fur.
>You recognized it instantly.
>A fucking pony.

>>30874599
>You weren’t a fan of My Little Pony.
>At most you’ve watched a few /mlp/ thread simulators.
>That and shitposted in April on /mlpol/.
>Other than that, you didn’t know much about the show.
>But this was definitely a pony from the show.
>It looked familiar too, probably a canon character.
>Which made you question if this was a dream all over again.
>Sure, being a pink lizard is one thing, but ponies?
>Bullshit.
>The pony noticed you and began to approach you.
>You instantly began to panic.
>You can hardly order a pizza, let alone talk to a horse.
>The ponies talked, right?
>Fuck it, of course they talked, it was a goddamn kid show.
>But you tried to focus less on that, but more on what the hell you were going to do.
>One option was running off into the woods.
>But then you’d have had to both run and try to find your way through the woods.
>Maybe you could have intimidated her.
>But you knew that you’d only wind up failing.
>So you just kind of sat there, looking dumb.
>Maybe she’s was just going to ask you for directions.
>Although, that might have been worse in a way.
>Granted, any social interaction would have probably felt shitty.
>Why couldn’t you just be at home…?

>>30874605
>Didn’t take but a minute for her to be a yard away from you.
>”You must be the emissary Ember sent! What’s your name?” she asks.
>For some reason, saying your actual name just didn’t feel like it would cut it
>Thus you suddenly had no actual answer for her question.
>”Come on you faggot, just say your name.” you thought to yourself.
>But you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
>It felt to weird to associate yourself with this.
>Your mind instinctively was trying to distance you from this.
>Looking down at your body, an idea popped in your head.
>Your basic knowledge of flowers has not failed you this day.
>And to think your friends laughed when you had a puzzle based on flower types back when you used to DM D&D in high school.
>You still honestly couldn’t have blamed them.
>In all honesty, you were still embarrassed.
“Um, Chrysanthemum! But… you could… call me Chrys?”
>Were Chrysanthemum pink?
>They might have also been yellow…
>The purple pony nods, smiling.
>”Nice to meet you Chrys, I’m Princess Twilight Sparkle, I thought I should meet you in person.”
>You nodded, your whole body feeling numb.
>What have you gotten yourself into?
>Who is Ember?
>What the fuck is a Twilight Sparkle?
>Sounded like a shitty cocktail you’d regret ordering at a club.
>If you went to clubs that is.
>But that’s wasn’t the point.
>You have much bigger issues at hand.
>And that brings you to exactly where you are now.
>Going over recent events like an ass in your head while trying to figure out what you should say to a fucking princess.

Kind of short and to the point, but that's the intro. Do tell what you think and if it's worth continuing! Also, nice to see ya Mage.

>>30870577
"I have the high ground!"

>>30874593
>>Marigolds, tulips, daisies…
Poison joke?

>>30874613
I like this guy's ignorance of the pony world. This should be a fun ride.

>>30874613
>Chrys
Now all the ponies think he's an undercover changeling.
Got a pastebin?

>>30874613
Oh yes this gonna be good. Makes me wonder if the actual emissary woke up in his room in his computer chair.

>>30874613
Great start. Definitely worth continuing. I already get the anon shenanigan vibes and I love it.
Chrys is probably gonna fuck this first meeting up but let's see where this adventure is going.

>>30874930
Holy shit, that's not a bad thought. They always end up in Equestria in some random body, but what happens to the equivalent?

>>30874930
>>30875389
She handles it with aplomb and becomes the dragon ambassador to earth.

In Cuddly Doom we've seen partial transformations progress on their own. In an earlier chapter there was mention of contact with a feather causing hand cramping. Would this be enough to turn them all the way given time?
That must be terrifying for the eventual victim as well as a useful avenue of attack for pegasi.

Secret organization of former humans turned pony disguised as humans armed with Pon-e grenades that cause transformation upon inhalation or prolonged skin contact

I came across an odd story in which Anon finds himself in a mechanical pegasus body, might be of some interest here.
https://pastebin.com/vVQYtf0S

>>30876083
But why? Can't they just enjoy being the little ponies without causing trouble?

Because making more ponies is the best

I wish Alycornanon would come back and finish Doctor's Oath

>Anon lived through the Cuddly Doom scenario
>He managed to hold out for a long time, but they found him eventually
>They bust down his door, dodge his flailing limbs, and viciously tackle-hug him
>As soon as he feels fur against his bare skin, he gives up struggling
>It's over
>He feels strangely at peace as he gives in
>Strange, he thought he would have felt something by now
>After being cuddled by multiple ponies for several minutes to no effect, he asks how long it's supposed to take
>Not this long, they respond
>After a few more minutes just to be sure, Anon jumps up and begins loudly gloating
>He's immune!
>The ponies leave saddened and disappointed, especially the ponies who had been following him this entire time
>Anon enjoys his immunity for several months
>He can now move freely, and there are plenty of ponies to patronizingly pet and belittle
>Soon, however, the weight of his situation begins to dawn on him
>He may very well be the last human in Earth
>All of his friends and family are ponies, he's even tracked them down to confirm it
>It's been almost a year since he's seen another human
>When he hears rumors of a protected compound of humans living underground in an abandoned missile silo, he drops everything to join them
>Only to find a thriving community of friendly and welcoming ponies
>To a point
>Like all ponies, he can't really connect with them
>They're instinctually driven to convert any humans they see; being unable to do that is like having a powerful itch that can't be scratched
>When the last of his leads dry up, he tracks down a powerful unicorn healer
>She's surprised to see a human, especially one willing to walk into a village full of ponies
>She's even more surprised at why he's there:
>He wants her to make him a pony, no matter what it takes

>>30876488
And Discordia. It's been far too long.

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>Everyone ITT wakes up tomorrow as a small filly or colt of the subspecies of pony they desire, at an age between the cake twins and CMC.
>No other people are effected.

What do and how fucked are you?

>>30876572
I feel bad for everyone involved in this unfortunate situation.

>>30876654
>what do
Post in this thread first of all, because I've been lurking up until now.
I'd probably try meeting up with other transformed anons somehow and forming a herd. Unless I end up too young to do that in which case I'd probably be pretty fucked.

>>30876654
Well my cat is fucked as I'm supposed to bring her in for surgery tomorrow

Bad time to become the pony

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>>30876654
Alright, rolled my age and I got 7 years old. Presumably I'd have the mental capacity to at least phone my parents and let them know what's going on. Plus sending them pictures for proof, via email.
Then, since I'm an overactive, impulsive little kid, I'd call over a certain friend who lives close by so we can play vidya all while the legal Gordian Knot I've created by simultaneously regressing in age and changing in species, is untied.
Also, learn magic. Become a mage, become so powerful that just one of my many deeds overshadows the entirety of Starswirls' legacy.

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CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30849157) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/0gknNgtb
The story’s full chapter directory can be found here: derpy.me/cuddlydoom

>As the last of Typhoon Twist’s plucked feather disappeared beneath a folded corner of the bandage, Cobalt gently patted down the package, taking care not to crush its contents
>The bandage roughly held in place as he nudged the seemingly innocuous parcel towards me, letting it slide through the final few inches of its journey across the tile
>Once I’d rebalanced myself on my feet, stepped forward, and picked up the feather, I could appreciate just how light the sleek plume truly was while I tenderly held it
>Ninety percent of the package’s physical weight was likely the bandage that served as the wrapping, and it seemed as though the feather would flutter away at the slightest breeze
>Much like the elusively microscopic virus that I had to assume was behind my current nightmare, Pegasi feathers seemed to be small, light, and easy to overlook… but had grim potential
>It was alarming to think how every soul that had been turned into a Pegasus now brimmed with these feathers
>If Storm Cloud – in the process of pinning me to the floor – was anything to go off of, every fully-grown Pegasus was at least a hundred pounds of fur, muscle, and feathers
>Thousands of feathers, continually molting and drifting downwards from every single bird-pony… and that was when they only tried to passively infect their star-crossed former friends below…

>>30877020
>After patting the parcel, I zipped open my EMT pouch and slid it into an unassuming spot between a few sealed gauze pads, tucking the adjacent supplies over in an effort to conceal it
>I could only hope that it wouldn’t garner undue attention if the full force of Peter’s suspicion were to catch up to him and he demanded to search my kit
>The last thing I needed was for Peter to think it was my goal to turn him into a pony, and that would play out with bullets in more heads than just my own
>The feather was an option if I couldn’t think up another plan to save Iron Bell, but it was still a shitty one that left me a few steps short of securing my own rescue
>“James, I’m sorry… I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I… I…”
>As a few placid words floated through the air, I looked up from my pouch to find a sniffling, red-eyed Cobalt being comforted by his similarly wistful marefriend
“Cobalt, for what?”
>“If not for the two of us, you would’ve n-never been f-forced into doing what you did... We don’t deserve you helping in the way that you are…”
>I leaned forward and dropped to a knee, taking care to remain clear of the small puddles of tears that had dotted the floor beneath Cobalt’s muzzle
“After seeing the emotional roller coaster you’ve been through over the past day, this is the very least I could do…”
>“I don’t have anything to repay you with, but I owe you so much for this…”
“How about this… Just don’t tell anyone where you found me, or Iron, or anything like that. It’ll be our secret, and then you can say we’re even. I’d… I’d still like to make it out… as a human…”

>>30877027
>Cobalt nodded and took in a long, deep breath, filling his lungs before releasing the warm air as a shivering exhale
>“P-Please be safe. Please. If this person is a danger to my boy Ste- Iron, he must be a danger to you, too… Please, James, good people like you don’t deserve to pay the ultimate price…”
>I nodded somberly, meeting Cobalt’s shimmering eyes as he resolutely ignored Typhoon’s consoling hoof gently brushing against his fur
“I’m not going to kick the bucket – not while there’s still work to do”
>“Land’s sake, I… I certainly hope not…”
>With a few soft clacks of metal, Cobalt set his hoof against the grip of the pistol that had come to rest a couple feet to his side, sliding the weapon until it lay before me
>Once I’d hefted the shimmering steel in my hand and checked the breach, I tucked it into my waistband before hoisting myself to my shoes
>I gave a determined head nod to the two Pegasi and turned back toward the hallway corner, leading a short parade in the general direction toward Cobalt’s captive son
>Upon rounding the corner into the daylight-bathed corridor in which Peter’s lab was located, the hooves behind me quieted to a halt as their owners took up a pair of patient positions
>While they remained out of sight from the door that punctuated the hallway’s end, I pressed forward, trying to keep my footsteps steady as I approached
>My heart raced, as merely two days ago I was a lowly student with his head down mid-lecture, and now I had no fewer than a couple lives directly riding on the outcome of my actions
>There was still a happy ending buried, somewhere, beneath the mire – one in which Iron Bell lived and Peter and I escaped as humans, ultimately going on to track down a cure for this horror
>That happy ending was just… going to require some luck…

>>30877030
>I planted my feet just outside the door and briefly peered at the piece of thick black paper covering its slender window, my attempts to peer into the lamplight within now thwarted
>After wiping a hand against the opposite sleeve of my hoodie, I raised it to the door and released a slow sigh
>Tap… Tap… Snap… Snap…
>A few moments passed before I heard the knob click and turn, broadcasting Peter’s approval of my use of our secret door entry technique
>I was soon greeted by Peter in a state of increasingly thorough confusion, but to be fair, that was far preferable to him shouting about some ponies behind me which hadn’t stayed out of view
>“I thought you were going to find water… Did that not work out?”
>I shrugged my shoulders and walked forward into the room, leaving Peter behind to shut the door before he could get a good look at my subtly traitorous expression
“Wish I had better news. I checked a couple of rooms that seemed like they should’ve had water coolers, but no dice”
>I stood over Peter’s desk, eyeing the transmitter than superficially looked nothing like its basis schematic, but nonetheless looked very far along towards being usable for its intended purpose
>As I scratched the scruff of my jaw that had inevitably resulted from a couple days without shaving, I judged the pile comprised of a dozen electrical components, resting in the desk’s corner
>I still had a bit of time to think through several contingencies before I needed to commit…
>“Sure took you long enough to search”
“I mean, it wasn’t just looking for the coolers, man. I figured, you know, maybe someone had some stashed water in, like, some cabinets. I did a bit of rummaging too”
>Peter returned to his desk, prompting my retreat toward the lab’s corner where I’d previously been considering my options
>“Mhmm, right, yeah…”

>>30877038
>As Peter settled back into his chair with the soft squeak of negligent lubrication, he shut out the world around himself until his full focus was, quite predictably, back on the circuit board
>Shadows from his desk lamp danced across the far walls, their originator now hunched over his work with an unwavering commitment befitting Quasimodo at Montfaucon
>A couple puffs of smoke filled the air as he tinned the tip of his soldering iron, the small flecks of solder dancing outwards as he picked up and studied a large component
>I leaned against the hard brick wall behind me, slowly sinking to the floor as my neurons sparked with wild frenzy and fear, trying to come up with the necessary solutions in the time I-
>“Don’t get too comfortable back there, James”
>After absentmindedly scratching at my head for a rather long time, I stammered my way to a response
“I-I-I… I d-don’t get what you mean”
>“Okay, sorry, I guess that could have a dual meaning. Definitely, always be on your toes, juuuust in case the ponies come, but what I mean is, I need your help with something up here”
“Uh, yeah, sure…”
>My brief stint seated in the dusty corner of Peter’s lab came to an end as I pushed myself to my feet and walked over to the desk, drawing Peter’s gaze
>“Alright, could you hold on to the edges of the board? Just keep it upright”
>My gaze waltzed about the board’s home upon the desk, carefully studying the cryptic bits of blues, greys, greens, and yellows that comprised its shiny, technologically-alluring construction
“I need to pick it up, right?”
>“Yeah, grab it in those two reinforced spots on the corner, and then carefully lift… yeah, you’ve got it”
“You mean like this? Just… and then what am I supposed to…”
>“Just hold it there, nice and steady”

>>30877045
>I held the circuit board at waist level, just to the side of the desk, while Peter turned back toward his pile of components and grabbed a large hunk of several strange pieces attached as one
>It seemed to have a vague face all its own, with previous hours’ of work in the forms of a pair of transistors for eyes, metal plating skin, and wires trailing off like pairs of waving arms
>The device was undoubtedly complex, and as Peter carefully rechecked his creation, I found myself suddenly overwhelmed with a sinister desire for him to drop it
>My thoughts filled with illustrative visions of the device tumbling into the shadows at our feet, a perverse apparition that I soon imagined happening to the board in my own hands
>One bumbling slip, whether accidental or intentional, would be the impetus to give gravity the reigns such that it could do what it’s been doing since the dawn of time…
>A single lapse in balance, a few loud curses, a crash of broken parts, and I could set back the construction of the radio by… a few… hours…
>I pinched my eyes shut and shook my head in an attempt to dislodge the thoughts, tightening my grip around the corners of the board
>Don’t do anything stupid… You want to save Iron Bell, but it doesn’t help to be an idiot… Especially if you still care about your own escape…
>I opened my eyes slowly with a soundless sigh just as Peter was turning back to face me
>“James, you see these wires here?”
>While feigning a state of mental tranquility, I followed Peter’s gesture until my eyes came to rest on two pairs of red and black wires in his hands
“What am I doing with them?”
>“Just keep the board there so I can work beneath it. We need to attach them topside, and a few other leads run up through the middle… I mean, just hold the board right there; you’re good”

>>30877049

>I gave a faint nod of understanding as Peter plunged beneath the board, carefully inspecting a few spots beneath it as he held up the hulking device in this hand next to it
>Through the next few minutes, the lab was filled with a cacophony of softly scraping metal, a few clinks of contact, and intermittent grunts of focused effort from the worker below
>With time, he abated his support of the device, which was now hanging securely beneath the cautiously held board, fixed in place by an array of unseen fasteners
>As the minutes dragged on and I came to appreciate how the transmitter had indeed grown heavier, I glanced back at the pile of components in the desk’s corner
>The heft of the transmitter, even in its unfinished state, signaled that it was a gadget not to be taken lightly, and could soon relay a message to Jupiter if that’s what it took
>After a few more minutes, a little bit more arm fatigue, and a few more flashes of solder sending their smoky plumes drifting around the board’s edges, Peter stood up from the darkness
>“Cool, just set it down on this spot on the desktop… Yeah, be gentle with it but you can rest it just like that… Perfect!”
>I shook out my arms, now that the desk had usurped my position, simultaneously lowering my head to get a better look at the gadget’s newly attached underbelly
>Various electric components studded the visible interior of the box beneath the main board, much as its topside had flickered with various components catching the lamplight
>When I straightened my spine again, Peter was diligently soldering a few wires on the top of the widget, a few touches that would presumably pave the way for the unattached pieces

>>30877057
“So how much long is it going to take you to attach all of those other… you know…”
>Peter barely even glanced at the desk corner to which I was directing his gaze as he pressed the soldering iron against a section of shimmering copper wire strands
>“Oh, James, you’re going to love me for this… because… we…”
>The silver torrent of solder flowed across the twisted strands, sending up a small puff of smoke just as Peter pulled the iron away, resolidifying the connection
>“…are done!”
>I froze and my eyes went wide, unbeknownst to Peter as he admired his creation
>Done? Done… like, right NOW?
“But you’ve still got, like, a dozen pieces you haven’t put on it”
>Peter gleefully plucked a modest diode from the heap, idly twisting its wires together before setting it back on the desk and flicking it to the floor with a metallic clattering
>“Nah, I scavenged these as extras, just in case. You never know when parts you find in the tech dumps are going to be fried. Diodes, transistors, stuff like that”
>I gave a weak nod and artificial smile
“Ah, yeah, that makes sense”
>“Give yourself a pat on the back, dude. I tried attaching that piece a few times while you were out and it wasn’t really working. I’m seriously not sure whether I could’ve done it without you!”
“Of course… what’re friends for, am I right?”
>“Check it out! I probably don’t need to tell you everything about this, but you get up to the tower… blue wires, orange, et cetera, control is done with this, bam bam, you’ve got radio contact!”
>He was animatedly pointing at several parts and calling out their enigmatic purposes, but if he were truly paying attention to his listener, my lack of mental presence would’ve been clear

>>30877060
>As I braced myself against the desk and felt my hands go clammy, my mind proceeded to crash turbulently among the rip tide steadily pulling me towards panic
>This was a good thing… A good thing! Peter’s progress was ahead of where I thought he was, and we were verily on the verge of being rescued! Be excited!
>Think of hearing the voices of other humans that are coming to rescue you, voices lacking the audible grins and cheery undertones that should have no place in the apocalypse!
>Imagine the helicopters cresting the horizon, staving off entire flocks of Pegasi as they serve deliverance to pair of humans that had held out so valiantly all this time!
>D-Don’t think of… of w-what Peter is g-going to… to do… when we…
>“James, are you feeling alright? Do you need to lie down?”
>After blinking rapidly and peering at Peter, I gave a feeble nod and leaned backwards against the storage closet’s door, easing myself to the ground with one hand on the doorknob
>Shit, so the door’s definitely locked, but at least if I brace myself here, he’ll need to get past me if he wants to get to Iron…
“I… I’m sorry…”
>“No need to be. Just overwhelmed about finally getting to safety?”
“Y-Yeah… Well, maybe. Maybe I ate something bad but considering how quickly it came on… Yeah, it was probably excitement… Yeah…”
>What the fuck was I supposed to do?!
>I thought by this point I’d have something else I could tell him to uphold Iron Bell’s life, but I don’t have anything else to add – nothing!
>I could attack him, shoot his kneecaps like a B-grade mobster, retrieve the feather and rub it in his face… but for fuck’s sake, I can’t put the radio together without him!

>>30877068
>My hand drifted to the pistol still tucked into my belt, the fingers trailing lightly over the smooth metal before transitioning to the coarse fabric of the EMT pouch
>I trembled as I clamped the zipper between my fingers and pulled, the tab rattling as I prepared myself for an opportunity in which it could become necessary to draw out the feather
>“James, are you having any difficulty getting into your supplies? I can get you something… Do you want me to grab you, like, a cool cloth or something?”
>I nodded weakly, failing to raise my eyes enough to meet Peter’s as I anxiously wrung a sweaty hand around my wrist
“Yeah… that would be… that would be nice”
>“And just to be clear, when you mentioned the ponies poisoning the water supply earlier… That was purely hypothetical, right? When you talked with them, did they actually mention that?”
“None of them ever… mentioned it… We should be okay…”
>Peter adjusted the rifle slung across his back and squatted next to me before giving a few calming taps to my upper arm
>“Alright, in that case, just stay put, and I’m going to get some wet cloths from the bathroom. Don’t, y’know, pass out and die on me now. We’ve gotten too far for that”
>He laughed on behalf of both of us, as my addled gaze was still expressionless and fixated on the floor in front of me
“Take your time… I’m not going anywhere”
>“It would’ve been great if you’d gotten some water from the lounge, but… ehhhh, it happens. I’m going to fill up my water bottle and take a leak while I’m there. Are you good to go after this?”
“Y-Yeah…”

>>30877071
>Peter stood up and eyed his nearby backpack, wordlessly deciding to leave most of his belongings behind as he snatched his mostly empty water bottle
>“Cool, because I’m just about ready to head to the radio tower and get out of this nightmare. We’ll just check our supplies and take care of any unfinished business before leaving”
>He gave a subtle nod toward the door against which I was resting, a grisly smirk spreading across his face as he provided further reminder of the pony locked hopelessly within
>His footsteps had carried him almost all the way to the door by the time I shakily called out to him
“P-Peter? H-Hold on just a second…”
>As he turned back toward me, he wrapped a hand calmly around the doorknob
>I swallowed what little spit filled my dry mouth, drawing in a slow breath as I peered up at the cheery, remorseless man who still imprisoned an innocent colt
“Leave your keys with me. Don’t bring them with you to the bathroom”
>Peter raised an eyebrow and briefly peered about the room, as though the words I’d just spoken were in an entirely foreign language
>“James, why… Why would I need to do that?”
“It’s all a matter of… security…”
>He softly chuckled and scratched his head
>“Security? What, are you exceptionally worried about ponies or something like that?”
>I bit my lip, trying to formulate an excuse for him to leave behind the keyring that would grant Iron Bell’s freedom
“Peter, what if you happen to come across a pony while you’re on the can? I can’t just… let you back in here that easily just so you can infect me too”
>He scratched his chin, and his grip around the water bottle tightened, a faint crinkle of thin plastic voicing his enmity

>>30877077
>“So, what you’re basically telling me is that you’d turn on me, just that quickly, if I were infected? That you’d shoot the pony version of me in a heartbeat?”
“I-I wouldn’t want to… but… yeah, I… I guess I wouldn’t have a choice in that case”
>I shifted uneasily in my seat, with Peter now looming much taller than I seemingly remembered as the lamplight cast his menacing shadow across the hallway door
>“Really, James? You’d shoot a pony, even when the person they claim to be… had worked so hard to secure your escape?”
>Peter paused, waiting for my response which manifested in a subtle yet steadfast nod of confirmation
>His glower softened as he unclipped and tossed his keyring, the shimmering metal arcing through the air before clinking to a halt against my leg
>“I think you’re finally starting to get the hang of this. That’s what I needed to hear. Two knocks, two snaps, right?”
“Right… take… take your time”
>With a lopsided smile, Peter rolled open the doorknob and clicked its lock in preparation, before resting his hand on his rifle’s grip and peering into the dim, naturally lit hallway ahead
>Cobalt and Typhoon Twist had apparently remained out of sight, and a moment later, he eased himself out of the lab and gently shut the door behind himself
>Clock’s ticking, James…
>With a swift, muted flurry of action, I reached for the keyring, hastily fumbling through the menagerie of brassy and silvery alloys until I could pick out a key that resembled my target
>I turned to the closet’s door and momentarily grappled with the stiff doorknob, promptly confirming what I pretty much already knew

>>30877084
>A trembling key rose into view and slid into the lock, but as I tried to torque it to the side, it refused to budge even a few degrees
>Oh, fuck, no, I thought that was the one! Come on… damn it… uh, this one looks kind of like it…
>The tip of another key scratched into lock’s face with a hair-raising cacophony of grinding metal, before finding its place among the knob’s tumblers
>With a single fluid motion, the door rolled open with the turned key still in its lock, spilling light into the dim living quarters of Iron Bell while the young Pegasus squinted his eyes
“Iron Bell, listen to me. There’s not a lot of time”
>“J-James? Where’s… Where’s Peter?”
>I dropped to my knees only a few reckless inches away from him, deftly shifting a few tufts of fur aside in an effort to study the chain around his neck
“He’s out of the room, but not for long. I’m getting you out. NOW”
>“I can wait a few minutes, James… Sure, it’s not comfy in here, but it sounded like Peter’s done with his radio and he said he was going to let me go… after...”
>Iron Bell trailed off as his eyes met my stern expression, my lips pursed tightly in a manner that told Iron all the necessary facts
>“B-But… But… He wouldn’t, would he? I didn’t do anything to… to…”
>The chain clicked and rattled as it slid free from his neck, the remanding knot crumbling under the swift scrutiny of my gloves
>Iron Bell took a few deeply refreshing breaths, rolled his faintly bloodied neck in a wide circle, and stifled his instinctive desire to wrap his liberator in a warm embrace
>Nevertheless, as his wings ruffled and his short tail wagged, sending currents of stale air drifting around the cramped room, his glee was still apparent via body language

>>30877091
“Iron, you need to get out of here, quickly. It won’t be long before Peter realizes you’re gone”
>“Okay, just… why are you doing this, James?”
“There’ll be time for questions later. Your dad will help you the rest of the way. Right now, go out into the hallway, and he’ll be there”
>Iron’s lips quavered and his ears flicked expressively
>“My dad…”
>A tear rolled off of his smiling muzzle, dripping to the floor with a soft splash
>I shifted backwards, allowing myself and the Pegasus before me to stand up, before both of us proceeded hastily toward the door
>We cringed each time his sharply clicking hoofbeats struck the floor, but short of me picking him up and carrying him across the room and down the hallway, there was no alternative available
>After resetting the lock, I opened the door, prompting both Iron Bell’s eyes, as well as my own, to light up upon seeing a blue mane bracketing an overjoyed pony muzzle just down the hall
>Iron Bell rustled his wings excitedly and gleefully galloped a few steps down the corridor, but shuddered to a slow walk as he suddenly remembered the criticality of stealth
>Unfortunately, as Typhoon and Cobalt popped around the corner with alerted ears that picked up the echoing reports of his hoofbeats, every soul present knew the damage had been done
>I remained fixed in the laboratory’s doorway at the end of the hall, my grip tightening around the doorframe as my knees started to tremble
>Iron paced swiftly and carefully, but was still a couple yards short of the hallway corner when one of the doors dotting the side of the corridor exploded open with a resounding crash
>Against the glow of the window from the far wall, I saw the profile of a man brace against the edge of his doorway and swiftly raise the barrel of rifle

>>30877099
>Chaos abruptly took to the air as Iron Bell dove, a number of ponies cried out, and an alarmed rustle of Pegasus feathers sought to make them more intimidating, but only made for larger targets
>“Let’s go! Iron, you’re going to be alright!”
>The initial cacophony, however, was nothing compared to the crack of a gunshot filling the hallway, sending me scrambling to cover my ears
>Peter flinched as well, throwing off his rifle’s aim as he shouted something at the ponies, which I could hardly hear over the high ringing that had overwhelmed my auditory senses
>When I glanced back up the length of the hallway with horrific expectations, I saw Cobalt and Iron grabbing Typhoon Twist, her wing reeling as specks of blood peppered a spot near its base
>The three Pegasi rapidly jerked around the corner, disappearing from sight as the clamor of the three pony’s hooves grew gradually quieter
>Six inches lower and it might’ve killed her, but for now, Typhoon would be okay…
>My heart was weighed down by fear when Peter stepped forward into the hallway, silhouetting his dark profile against the daylight with visible intent to chase down his impromptu prey
>That level of fear shot up to eleven when he glared back at me, gesturing ominously with the barrel of his rifle
>“I thought we talked about this, James! Now I gotta go chase down those three, and if you’re lucky, I won’t shoot you when I get back here!”
>His blunt shouts and the crashes of rubber on tile echoed loudly as Peter took off running
“Peter, stop! Can’t we talk about…”
>As Peter’s unfaltering pace took him around the corner and out of sight, I grabbed for my pistol so that it wouldn’t be digging into my waist and began to give chase

>>30877106
>With the rifle cradled in his arms, Peter’s running strides proved to be awkward and unnatural, allowing me to quickly catch up before he’d even made it to the end of the next hallway
>“James, I thought I could trust you! After all this time surviving, why the hell are you betraying our rescue attempt?!”
“You want to be rescued? Great! So do I! Let’s go back to the lab, grab your shit, and make it happen!”
>With the din of hooves suddenly becoming muffled by a stairwell door slamming shut, Peter kicked the offending obstacle back open with a hollow crash
>“I’m a little busy right now!”
>He and I peered over the edge of the stairs’ railing into the dim spiral below, with Peter attempting to line up a shot just as the Pegasi vanished into the building’s ground level
>Their harried breaths could be heard a few mere feet below, a startled gasp catching in one of the ponies’ throats as their glistening eyes briefly noticed the nosy barrel of Peter’s rifle
>A sharp, steady rhythm of footsteps announced the resumption of his pursuit
“Let them go, Peter! They just want to get their family back together!”
>“Fuck that, they know where we are! And the little one knows a LOT more than that, but our location alone is still too much!”
>Peter briefly checked his corners as he exited the stairwell, lining up the rifle’s sights with a couple flurries of blue and pink hair that swiftly jerked around a hallway corner
>I tried to set a reprobating hand on his shoulder as I gradually realized that the distance to the ponies was steadily decreasing, but Peter jerked away and did his best to ignore my loud protests

>>30877113
“All I want is to get out of this with as little loss of life as possible! And the colt was just a goddamn kid!”
>“They’re all the same to me, James! They’re senseless horse-zombies with a sole focus on growing their ranks! One day that kid’s going to grow up, and he’ll be even stronger as a stallion!”
>He wiped his brow and readjusted the rifle’s stock against his shoulder before swiftly walking toward the next corner, the path ahead speckled with sparse drops of blood
>I remained a step or two ahead of the fireteam’s muscle, my pace punctuated with glances backwards and an errant disregard for my surroundings as the pistol swayed in my sweaty palm
“Peter, please, this is absurd! We can grab the transmitter and make our escape! Just trust me on this, they won’t tell anyone about us!”
>All I received for a reply was a terse grunt before Peter blinked stiffly, refocusing his attention forward down the rifle’s sights, as though I were no longer present
>Finding us at an all-too-familiar impasse, I broke into a run toward the raucous clamor of hooves emanating from around the corner
>“If you’re not moving up to kill them, I won’t feel sorry about shooting you in the back!”
>It took a while, but certainly not long enough, to traverse the corridor’s length and round the corner
>Upon doing so, I found myself about a dozen yards from the sluggishly progressing ponies their hoofbeats progressed with distressing lethargy as they approached the glow of daylight
>When I took a second to peruse the scene, my heart sank as I realized the condemning burden that had befallen their progress

>>30877118
>Typhoon Twist’s rear leg, though spared from gunshots, was shuddering through each laborious, short step as the rickety splint I’d poorly applied had finally caught up to her
>Her movement was punctuated by a rhythm of three normal hoofbeats, followed by a hesitant pause, then a half-hearted yelp as her fourth leg crashed tremulously to the floor
>She was exerting herself prodigiously to advance her family’s pace, but it was still barely enough to qualify as a trot
>After frantically glancing back at the corner from where Peter would soon be appearing, I halted a few yards from the ponies, lowered my pistol frailly to my side, and watched the scene unfold
>Hindsight was always clearer than any decision made in the heat of the moment, yet I couldn’t help but blame myself for never taking the time to fix my own shoddy work
>The harsh clack of the aluminum splint, the faint winces I noticed with each step… I should have taken better care before this, and now Typhoon Twist was paying the price for my haste…
>I couldn’t have known she would need to run on a splint that hardly even sufficed for walking, even in the best conditions…
>Flying to safety was clearly an untenable option for her, as blood from the gunshot spilled downward across her feathers, the crimson flood soaking into the blue with each distrait twitch
>Her healthy wing was strong enough to drape across Cobalt’s back as he tried to support her, but as he glanced back at me with fear in his eyes, the grim situation was silently acknowledged
>Iron Bell kept pace just ahead of his newly reunited family, holding himself to a moderate trot while he repeatedly glanced over his shoulder at the two Pegasi

>>30877123
>As daylight streamed in from a vestibule window a few yards ahead of the small herd, their evasion was painfully close, but so too were the approaching footfalls of Peter just behind the corner
>One doorway, ten feet of cool air, one more doorway, and then the freedom of the outdoors
>Iron Bell was still glancing back at me when he nearly bumped into the doorframe’s edge, subsequently swallowing as he refocused his attention back on Typhoon and Cobalt
>The young colt’s expression was full of unease as his perked ears picked up at Peter’s approaching footfalls, but he visibly attempted to snatch hope from the jaws of despair
>“D-Dad… We’re going to be okay, right?”
>“We’re going to fine, Iron. James back there is a good human… plus, we’re almost to freedom… things will be fine…”
>He gestured to his son, silently urging him to step into the vestibule where he’d be slightly safer once gunshots began ringing out through the hallway
>Cobalt and the mare at his side were still a few yards short of the doorway, hobbling forward with an increasingly sluggish rhythm of hoofbeats and stifled howls of agony
>Typhoon Twist retracted her wing from Cobalt’s back, upsetting the fine arrangement of his grey feathers, before shifting onto her healthy legs and peering into his shimmering eyes
>“Cobalt… please be a good father for Iron…”
>“We’re going to be fine, Typhoon! Don’t be so glum!”
>“Dear, even if we get outside, what then? I can’t run any further… I can’t fly…”
>Typhoon Twist sunk into a seated position a few feet from the door, wobbling in an apparent effort to lean against some absent supporting structure
>As a small pool of blood began to manifest beneath her steadily trickling wing, the tempo of her breathing ticked up slightly, outdone only by Cobalt’s frenetic gasps

>>30877131
>“The rest of the herd will help! We just have to keep going! The door’s right here!”
>Cobalt repositioned himself just a few feet in front of Typhoon, hoping that she would have no choice but to look at him rather than stare at the floor with a quiet, abandoned gaze
>It proved unsuccessful as sunlight spilled across her gently weeping face, the tears appearing fresh with each of Peter’s footsteps echoing around the corner behind her
>“Being outside doesn’t suddenly mean we’ve escaped… I… I can’t make it with you… You have to get Iron to safety – just run – run or fly across the quad as fast as you can… Please…”
>Cobalt trembled with no semblance of self-control, rattling the rickety floor boards than formed the barrier between the hallway and the room to the outdoors
>As he continued to peer inwards at the resigned mare in the hallway, he reached forward with a hoof and tried to bring her gaze to level with his
>“Typhoon… Typhoon! Look at me! I’m not going to let that bad man g-”
>He was abruptly cut off as his marefriend’s foreleg swiftly reached for the door’s edge and slammed it in his face
>Adrenaline surged through my blood but my feet may as well have been cemented in place as I watched, with Cobalt and Iron safely barricaded in the vestibule… but not Typhoon Twist…
>“Typhoon, sweetie, stop, stop! Openthedoor! Open the door for pony’s sake!”
>The unseen duo of Cobalt and Iron scratched their hooves frantically at the metal obstacle’s far side, their hooves occasionally catching on the knob with enough force to wiggle it

>>30877135
>Opening it proved far more elusive in their audibly terrified states, and within a few seconds, the scratching gave way to the tremendous booms of hooves crashing against the door
>As an inward-facing door with no lock, it might have readily given way… if only it reflected the age of the rest of the building, featuring a latch that hadn’t been replaced in the past year
>“Typhoon, I won’t lose you! I can’t!”
>When the thunder of hooves reached its peak, I suddenly became aware of the heavy footfalls behind me, abruptly growing to full volume once Peter turned the corner
>As I spun around with the expectation of meeting a rifle barrel, my rotation was urged to continue with the harsh crack of the rifle’s stock, swung like a baseball bat squarely into my jaw
>There wasn’t even time to shout obscenities as Peter’s blurry visage flew through my vision, and after a short trip towards the tile, I crashed unforgivingly without anything to cushion me
>Just out of reach ahead, my pistol clattered to the ground and came to rest with apathetic aim directed toward a random point on the hallway’s side wall
>Meanwhile, Peter spun the rifle back around into his grip, glowering at me and then at the mare down the hallway, his eyes bathed with fiery contempt
>Fuck… The number of human deaths in this town since the apocalypse’s arrival had probably, by some interpretations, been zero… Guess we have to start somewhere…
>“Looks like you didn’t finish the job, James… And is that the rest of them just beyond the door?”

>>30877141
>While teetering around on the ground, my vision sharpened just enough to see Typhoon standing with determination next to a display case that had been placed aside the doorway
>The furniture was likely decades old and fairly unassuming, sporting a wooden cabinet of books, plaques, trophies, and bronze busts, all supported on a few slender, flimsy-looking legs
>It was almost a miracle that after years of untold water damage, wear, and vandalism in this hallway, the toothpick-like legs could still support such an impressive collection
>Though I needed to squint and blink to chase the blood off of one of my eyelids, I could still clearly make out Typhoon planting her hooves near one of the case’s tacky pillars
>Oh… no…
>Time seemed to stand still as she winced and shifted her weight forward, subsequently kicking her hind legs backwards with as much might as one could expect from the bloodied mare
>A cry of unfettered torment mixed with a symphony of crashing and scraping as things broke loudly – be they Typhoon’s leg, the mangled splint, or the display case’s leg by itself
>She collapsed to the floor, stumbling forwards and still wailing loudly as the display case above her creaked
>Her muzzle was still pointed downwards with dismal acceptance when the case’s construction gave way, shuddering and toppling onto her backside with an almighty crash
>In that moment, Typhoon was thrown to the floor with suddenly wide eyes, collapsing with the uncontrolled poise befitting a sack of potatoes
>The display case ceased to resemble a clean, well-built box as it crumbled and splintered into hundreds of wood shards, the stray debris going airborne in just as many shallow trajectories
>The noise was tremendous, and it only added to the racket of Cobalt’s kicks and the despairing cries from every pony present

>>30877145
>She... she killed herself… Through my blurry, concussed vision, I… I just watched a pony die…
>At first I thought Typhoon had intended to take her own life rather than die at Peter’s hand, but as the dust settled and I detected new movement in the rubble, two things became clear
>For one, as the bulky mass subsided on top of Typhoon’s hind legs and tail, it was apparent that she was still very much alive beneath it all, groaning weakly in pain
>Additionally, as Cobalt and Iron finally blew the door open, the vestibule’s entry could budge no more than three or four inches before sharply butting up against the pile of hulking debris
>The scratching started anew as Cobalt pawed at the door, having barely managed to open it enough to poke his muzzle or a hoof through, let alone a full pony
>“Typhoon, the door’s stuck! We can’t get in!”
>The Pegasus mare coughed weakly, speaking with a trembling voice that may have been the result of either shock or unbridled fear
>I was at least thankful to see that, after all she’d been though, she wasn’t coughing up blood
>However, that was by no means something to celebrate, and as Typhoon momentarily glanced at her buried rear and her own harbinger looming over me, it certainly wasn’t time to cheer yet
>“I know… I know…”
>“What the hay do you mean you know?!”
>“I’d meant for the door to get stuck…”
>“Please dear, we can’t get in!”
>“Cobalt, at least now that horrible man can’t get out, either…”

>>30877151
>A pair of determined kicks from the far side of the door prompted a new assault on my ears, but did nothing to open it so much as another inch
>“James, please, you’re still in there! Please! I’ll do anything!”
>I sluggishly reached a hand forward for the pistol that seemed to be two… three… five… fifty feet in front of me, my fingers coming up just short every time I drew back and grappled for it
>Before I knew it, a pair of shoes planted themselves next to the shimmering steel and my breath caught in my throat with a sudden gasp
>“Is this a gift for me, James? Why, thank you”
>Without hesitation, a hand dropped into my field of view, wrapped around the pistol, and lifted it up into the studious view of its smirking former owner
>My breaths quickened, but aside from a few ragged gasps, I didn’t have any words with which to address Peter
>“Don’t worry James, you’ll get this back…”
>I pushed myself halfway into a seating position as the corridor around me tilted and swirled like the interior of a lava lamp
>Through a slow, aching blink, I saw Peter walk up toward the opening in the door, ignoring the weakly groaning mare a few feet away
>But of course, why would he pay her any attention?
>She wasn’t going anywhere, and the ponies that still had a chance to squeal on his location were elsewhere…

>>30877158
“Peter… don’t…”
>After vaulting over the modest pile of debris, he thrusted the pistol through the slender opening of the doorframe and let loose four sharp gunshots, pointing the gun with blind aim
>BANG
>BANG BANG BANG
>“Come on you stupid li- Ah, motherfucker!”
>As quickly as it had plunged into the vestibule, Peter’s hand recoiled back out of it, unintentionally tossing the pistol back onto the tile a few yards in front of me
>He bumbled over the display case’s remnants and dropped to his knees, shaking his hand wildly as he bit his lip and stifled a new tirade of curses
>A few seconds was apparently enough to sufficiently dull the pain before he raised his injured hand into view, carefully inspecting his wound while he pulled back his shirt sleeve
>At first, he was concerned around the thin trail of blood had begun to snake its way downwards, originating from where the unseen pony’s jaw had clamped around his wrist
>He grew more alarmed and started to shake when he saw the lurid fur that had pushed its way out of his skin, his fingernails now tinged a similarly violet hue

That’s all for now! I hope everyone has a wonderful week, and I eagerly hope to see you all at the next update!
As is standard, Cuddly Doom will update in line with its Monday/Thursday schedule on the evening of Thursday September 7th.

>>30877166
That fucking weak-willed traitor. I hope he dies painfully.

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>>30877166
>At first, he was concerned around the thin trail of blood had begun to snake its way downwards, originating from where the unseen pony’s jaw had clamped around his wrist
>He grew more alarmed and started to shake when he saw the lurid fur that had pushed its way out of his skin, his fingernails now tinged a similarly violet hue.

God damn it, looks like Peter has only got one option left now if he wants to stay human and it ain't gonna be pretty.

>>30877597
Forgetting the fact that I don't think that their's anything near him that can cut his hand off, would doing so even work?

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>>30877632
I'm sure he could find something in the machine shop or in his lab to do the job, and it's better to try something as opposed to doing nothing and letting the infection spread. If I had to chose between my hand and my humanity that hand is as good as gone. But not before I put a round into James and Typhoons skulls.

>>30874613
Finally, some new awesome dragon stuff. Pleaae continue!

>>30877166
Well then, Peter got what's coming to him. Let's see how eager he is to die and whether James will go back on his do no harm doctrine.

>>30877166
That's what Peter gets for not following the most important rule: always kill a traitor before an enemy.

>>30836758
Time for another Fond Memories update.

>You wake up to the first thin rays of sunlight streaming in through the half-open blinds.
>You’re still a pony, and so is Amber, which, considering how late you took Pon-E, means it’s pretty early in the morning.
>Amber’s forelegs are wrapped around you and his head is resting on your neck, his soft breaths tickling your ear.
>You don’t want to untangle yourself from his embrace and wake him up, but as you shift around in his hooves, one part of him does begin to stir.
“Fuck, not this again.”
>Amber is still sleeping peacefully, but now Little Amber’s presence is making itself known.
>You decide to get up once you start to feel your own member stir too.
>It takes a few minutes of slow, cautious movement to free yourself from his embrace, but you eventually manage to hop out of bed safe and sound.
>Behind you, Amber, still half-asleep but disturbed by your movements, murmurs to you.
>”Come back to bed, Anon.”
“I’m just using the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute.”
>You softly shut the door to the en-suite bathroom and try to figure out how to use the too-large toilet.
>Eventually, you manage, but it’s difficult.
>You hear the bed creak and groan as Amber presumably gets up, and once you open the door, you find him in the middle of changing back.
>He, now female again, gives you a small smile as you watch her mane change color and her fur recede back into her skin.
>Sweet Jesus, that’s creepy to watch.
>You both watch in silence until the changes finish, when she lets out a grin.
>”Changing back doesn’t feel nearly as good as becoming a pony.”
>You laugh.

>>30878372
>”Looks like you still have a few minutes left as a pony. Wanna see how good it feels to be petted?”
>You hesitate for a moment, but eventually you nod your head.
“Sure, why not?”
>Amber smiles and pats the bed.
>”Hop up.”
>When you do get up onto the mattress, you lie down and rest your head in her lap.
>When you feel her hand make contact with your soft, fluffy mane, you let out a soft gasp.
“This feels really good.”
>”Oh, just wait.”
>Her hands travels down your mane and onto the fur of your back, where her long, slot pets become short, tender scritches.
>Your eyes roll back into your head as she continues petting you, and when her other hand reaches behind one of your ears, you feel every muscle in your body relax.
“It feels so good…”
>Amber laughs at your dopey, blissful grin, and she sneaks a small peck on your muzzle.
>”You make a pretty cute pony.”
“I’d say the same thing about yo– ooh, right there, keep scratching there.”
>Your back leg thumps against the bed as she focuses in on a particularly sensitive spot, and she doesn’t let up until she notices your mane starting to shorten and change back to its normal color.
>”Looks like your time is up, too.”
>She gets off the bed and you roll over onto your belly, watching the changes progress.
>You really wish you didn’t.
>It feels weird to watch your cute, furry arms and legs change back into normal human limbs.
>It’s almost sad.
>But you tell yourself that there’s always next week, and that being a human is better, and more legal, than being a pony.
>You don’t want to get addicted or anything.

>>30878377
>Once the changes finish, you sit up and stretch, before putting on some clothes.
>Amber is already dressed, and she gives you a small kiss on your cheek before you both walk out of the building to grab a small breakfast.
>The small on-campus coffee house is busy, bustling with hungover students looking to kill their headaches.
>But it’s still as good a place as any to sit and talk.
>You kill about an hour or two chatting before making plans for your next date and going your separate ways.
>Aside from the usual dinner and a drive together, Amber asked if you could spend that Saturday using Pon-E instead of just Friday night.
>In the heat of the moment, you said yes, but as you walk back to your dorm, you start having second thoughts.
>If she could barely control herself after just thirty minutes as a pony, what’ll she be like after eight hours?
>You don’t want that horsecock anywhere near you.
>Sure, Amber makes a cute pony, but that’s only because she’s a cute human, too.
>The fact that she changes genders when she uses Pon-E doesn’t affect that at all.
>But actually doing it?
>Sex with a stallion?
>That’s where you’re gonna draw the line.
>Of course, that still doesn’t change the fact that you already said yes to her.
>You’ll wait until you’re both under the influence to shut her down.
>You’d much rather put your hoof down when you’re both ponies instead of putting your foot down now.
>When you get to your dorm room, your brand-new, fancy Motorola StarTAC mobile phone starts to ring.
>It’s your father.
>”Anon! I’ve got some news for you. We’re starting pilot production of our new DeSoto SUV in a few weeks. Want to fly up here and help us wring them out at the proving grounds when college lets out for the winter?”
“Sure. What are you calling it?”
>”The car? Coronado. Nice, huh?”
“Yep. Got any other cool projects in the works?”

>>30878381
>”Aside from product development for AMC? Nothing out of the ordinary. I assume you’ll want to make a visit to the headquarters and see what we’ve got cooking up?”
“Of course.”
>”I figured as much. I’ve got to go, but I’ll talk to you again soon.”
“Bye, Dad.”
>He hangs up and you’re back to doing nothing in your room.
>Of course, the next week crawls by at a glacial pace.
>Your dread only builds with each passing day.
>That Friday, you get two plain-looking pills from Josh and slip them into your pocket before heading out.
>When you meet Amber at your usual spot, she makes another joke about how damn nervous you look.
>”Shouldn’t you be used to this by now?”
“I guess I’m not. Every date is another opportunity to me to mess something up.”
>She laughs and holds your hand as you walk out to your car.
>The rest of your time together that night goes by as usual: wonderfully.
>You make a little more idle conversation and get to know her better over dinner, and afterwards, you make the drive out to East Haven and walk along a moonlit Connecticut beach.
>Both of you get your feet wet in the cool, refreshing surf before you head back to campus.
>And when you finally park, Amber asks you the one question that every college kid would kill to hear.
>”Can I stay at your place tonight?”
>You wake up the next morning with Amber in your arms, as opposed to the other way around.
>Her long hair covers most of your face, and you don’t hesitate to roll over onto your back and stare up at the ceiling.
>Beside you, Amber slowly wakes up, shifting onto her back as well.
>The small dorm bed doesn’t quite hold both of you, so you’re in very close quarters.
>But you don’t really care about that.

>>30878386
>”Last night was great, Anon.”
“Yeah, I think so, too.”
>You lean over and give her a small kiss, and she lets out a small laugh.
>”Anon, you’re such a lovebug.”
“You flatter me.”
>You spend the next few minutes lying there together, silently willing each other to get up and start the day.
>It’s Amber that finally rises to her feet, naked as the day she was born.
“You know the window’s open, right?”
>She sticks her tongue out at you before turning to face the window, the parted blinds giving the whole campus a view of the room inside.
>”Fuck!”
>She rushes to close the blinds, and you can’t help but laugh at the sight.
>”Oh, shut up.”
>She starts gathering her discarded clothes, strewn around the floor from the night before, and starts to dress herself.
>”Want to grab something to eat before we take the Pon-E?”
>You’d completely forgotten about that.
>You sheepishly rub the back of your neck while trying to look for your own clothes among the mess.
“I was meaning to talk to you about that, actually.”
>”Yeah?”
“I was thinking that it’d be a bad idea for us to take it if we’ll be up for the full twelve hours.”
>”Why’s that? That’s how everyone else uses it.”
“I’m just thinking about how, uh, horny we both get when we’re ponies. I just don’t want to do anything that we’d, um, regret later while we’re under the influence.”
>She stops in her tracks and you wait for her inevitable response.

>>30878395
“Anon, you realize that nobody here cares what people do when they’re on Pon-E, right?
“What?”
>”Dude, I know you’re a little hesitant about having sex on Pon-E, and I can guess that it’s because we’re both stallions, too.”
>You muster a weak, uncomfortable smile.
>”But come on! It’s 1996! People don’t care about what you do when you’re a pony. You think that party we met at was pure cuddles? I’m pretty sure half the freshman that went to the petting party upstairs ended up getting eaten out by a horse before they left. Shit like that just sorta happens when you’re on Pon-E.”
“And how the hell do you know that?”
>”Because I was friends with, like, half of them, and they were all talking about how crazy it got the next morning.”
>You get up and absentmindedly look for your wallet among all the papers and detritus on your desk.
“I guess you’re right. Still, I’d like to take things slow today, if you don’t mind.”
>”That’s fine. I still think you’re the only college kid in the world who’d turn down sex, though.”
“It’s a little different when you’re on the receiving end.”
>Amber snorts and throws open the door, revealing the dingy dorm hallway.
>”Well, let’s see what today brings us.”
>You hesitantly follow her outside, shutting the door behind you.

And that's all for now. Next update will (hopefully) be sooner rather than later. Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/pJ0EQmVS

>>30877166
I hope typhoon makes it.

>>30878407
Nice one

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I want to be a pretty little filly who has a daddy that loves her, a mommy that teaches her how to grow up and be a good, wonderful mare with a lot of friends. I'd find a special somepony to treat me special, free from all of the stupid hangups I have. I want to be here so badly, /ptfg/, and it hurts so much.

>>30878668
>ywn be the childhood coltfriend to a qt mare.
Why live.

>>30878407
God damn dude I didn't ask for all these horse feels.
This is such a great story. I must admit, I'm not really tracking with the car stuff but am intrigued to see if/how/when it ties in.
Looks like Amber and Anon are set to have a bit of Pon-E fun soon; I too hope that your next update is sooner rather than later!

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>>30878668
>You get to be the cute little filly/colt
The drawback?
>Your pony childhood will be exactly like your human one only with ponies

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>>30851579
>Remember how you said that these woods weren’t even that bad?
>It’s just a bunch of wolves after all, and they’re rustling around in the trees
>If the baying of the pack wasn’t bad enough, seeing nothing but glowing green eyes bob and fade in the undergrowth gave you the creeps
>Frozen in fear in the warmth of the flame, you scan all around the clearing
>You’re slightly relieved to see they aren’t coming any closer, but you feel as though it’s just the fact they’re eyeing you up for a dinner to come
>A strong gust of wind blows throughout the camp, and the sound of branches breaking and leaves rustling puts you even further on edge
>You hadn’t even noticed how fast you were breathing until heard those same howls from much, much farther away
>Soaked in sweat, You sit back down and watch the flame again as the sparks float up high and the firewood popping from the moisture drying out of it
>You don’t even notice yourself drifting off to sleep as the moon sets behind the horizon
>Waking up to the chirping of the birds and the sunlight slowly creeping towards you, you feel a lot heavier
>Wait, when did that bush fall on you?
>You do a double take as it opens up it’s eyes and looks back at you with vibrant green eyes
>Glancing down at it, the living wooden pony on your chest stirs and wraps it’s hooves around your waist
>You sit up and it looks to you pleadingly as it clings to your chest
>You sigh and scratch behind it’s ‘ear’
>Today’s going to be an interesting day for sure

>>30879649
>As you explore the forest with your pack in tow, the deciduous pony follows along for the journey
>The two of you, stumbling and gliding through the thick underbrush respectively make a decent bit of head way, and eventually wind back up at the river
>You haven’t actually had anything to eat yet, so you roll up your pant legs and get a fishing rod out of your bag
>It’s rather relaxing being out here just fishing and chilling, despite all of the things creeping about in the woods
>Your little follower is quite content with just watching you try to fish
>After a short while, You get a bite!
>The slippery fish pulls with all it’s might, but you prove to be superior as you yank on your rod and pull it out
>Getting back on shore with the wriggling fish in hand, your petite admirer smiles and nuzzles your legs
>As you and it start to make your way back to the camp, your hand is itching, burning fiercely as you scratch at it, dropping the fish onto the forest floor
>Your diminutive friend notices your troubles and nuzzles your hand, relieving the pain
>Looking down at your hand, you move it around and drum your fingers against the air, albeit a little more slowly than you’d like
>As you and it start to continue on the return trip, you hear the leaves rustle and a feminine voice asking
> “Are you alright?”
>Yep, that’s it. You’re off the deep end now for sure
“I’m just dandy! Peachy keen! Never felt better!” You scream out to the forest, with your arms raised high to the skies
>Your companion cringes in pain, and the voice screams out “YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL!”
>You feel rather dumb for not recognizing the fact earlier
>Even though her ‘mouth’ doesn’t quite move, the voice belongs to her
“Why didn’t you speak earlier?” You question her as your hand throbs dully as you rub it with the other
>“Why didn’t you listen? Nature speaks to all of us, you just need to heed it’s call” She retorted as she trotted around you

>>30879652
and this is how Anon became a druid. Or how he becomes a dryad

>>30879442
I mean, that would still technically make it better.

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Wear panties on your head to turn yourself into the pony.

You turn into a pony when you get naked and turn back into a human when you put on underwear.

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>>30876654
become gelding

>>30879652
What an odd creature. Let's see what fate she has in store for Anon.

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>>30880674
You'll never be the little mare in panties. A shame but a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things.

Adagio transformation by TF-Sential
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>>30876654
That's not so bad, provided someone takes care of the little pegasus filly.

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>>30878872
Sure it seems like a good idea at first but then she turns evil and starts enslaving villages.

>>30867872
This is actually a neat idea for a prompt.
Do they take special/low grade Pon-E so they don't turn into their normal pony selves but red and black versions? Then they shave their manes and clip their tails. That way no one can recognize them. Anon would get roped in because financial troubles.

And they would want to use "code names". Which would lead to incidentally naming themselves and it all goes downhill from there.

>Pony cuddle pile on top of a big pile of money after a successful heist

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>>30876654
So we roll for age? Well I got a 5 which kinda sucks but oh well at least I get to be a unicorn colt. I guess the younger I am the longer I have to develop my magical prowess. Of course if I wanted to become really powerful I'll probably have jump head first into dark magic. But those are long term plans.
It'll be pretty awkward the morning I wake up like that though, I can only imagine what explaining my current situation to my family would be like. I'd also end up losing my job. But I'm sure I could put my magic to work once I get good enough at it.
Once I'm comfortable with my new body and magic I'd probably try and find the others like me and see where it goes from there.
I wonder if Hasbro would give me a job?

>>30876654
I guess I move back in with my parents because there's no way I'm financially >stable now because there's no way I could do my job.

Roommate is fucked too. But fuck him, I'm a pegasus filly now.

I guess I throw myself into my hobbies until I get old enough to specialize in one of them, get my cutie mark. Hang out with my parents and younger siblings again and grow up again. this time into a mare. Sounds pretty neat.

>>30876654
>become the smol changeling queen
Welp, I'm set. Time to go into voice acting or some shite.

>>30879442
Another childhood is already a good offer but a pony childhood is amazing

>>30876654
>7
not that bad I guess, though it might it annoying being so small

>>30881828
>>Pony cuddle pile on top of a big pile of money after a successful heist
Pony transformation bank heists absolutely need to happen.
The ponies enjoy their moment of victory before realizing that they don't know how to turn back.

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>>30876654
It would be nice to start over.

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>>30883121
Fuck yeah it would. I could wind up 22 (44) again and NOT be a shut-in loser.

or rob a bank as a human than od on pon-e

>>30883330
>You od on pony
>The cops are still able to trace the money to you
>They can't pin anything on you, but that doesn't matter because you are no longer human
>You are collected by the bank and auctioned off to pay for the damages
>your owner is informed of your past and keeps you on a tight leash until they hypno training sinks in

>You wake up as a pony in a pile of ponies in Equestria
>Some of the ponies in the pile are also transformed humans
>Some ponies have amnesia
>Some ponies are regular ponies who have been body swapped
>Some ponies have mentally regressed minds
>Some ponies are in a coma
>Some ponies are [insert more mentally different states here]
>Everything is confusing and no one is special

HELP IM A MAN TRAPPED IN A MARES BODY

>>30884752
Teach us

god I want to be a horse so fucking bad...

>>30884222
>You all become friends and rely on each other for support as you rehabilitate.

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>>30884969
>god I want to be a horse so fucking bad...

god i want to fuck a horse so fucking bad..

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>>30885049
I'll solve your problem if you solve mine.

>tfw no Master

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What would you be willing to do to become a pony?

I would sell my soul to discord... and perhaps my body too.

>Used to just come to the thread to fap
>Start coming here 'sober'
>Stop reading clop
>Gravitate towards the more sentimental and sappy stories
>Start getting legitimate "uwnb pone" bad feelings

Oh.
Oh no.

>>30885749
Welcome to the herd, etc

>>30885131
Anything short of murdering ponies or people.

What does 'selling your soul' entail anyway? After I die he gets to use me however he wishes? When he gets bored with me do I end up as an inanimate but aware piece of furniture for the rest of eternity?

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>>30885131
Dealing with Discord is a terribly big risk. He might turn you into a bright green OC.

>>30883763
>Your new owner has you rob more banks as a pony.

>>30885749
Enjoy your stay, we hope you have a nice forever

>>30886540
I honestly think the black mane almost makes the color work. Anonfilly is a filly anyway, so being a little too saturated is fine.

If I was god awful colors I would just invest in mane and coat dye.

If the CIA made a pretty pony program, would they call it M.A. Ultra?

>>30886685
I mean, it's what you're good at. Maybe you could say it's even your special talent now? If you had a mare with a bank robbing cutie mark who only got caught because her accomplices were dumbasses, why wouldn't you let her do her thing?

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>>30886931

>>30885749
What was one of your favorite sentimental and sappy stories? Purple Black Gray?

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>>30887151
I really liked it, although the after effects were hell.
Stuff that sappy leaves me with a feeling like...tugging? behind my navel.
It's at the same time a sweet and sensation.
I also liked Zephyr a lot (nothing has ever come close to it yet), and I thought Juniper was promising, until it died, of course.
That relatively new one with Rarity turning anon into a porcelain mare was wonderful too.

I just want a long story, something that's not a one-shot, but also has some closure, after going on for so long.

But every story is either a short self-contained idea, it dies after a couple chapters, or it sinks into sitcom syndrome and just publishes chapters of absolutely nothing.
I've been in this thread for literally years now, and I can count the stories that haven't disappointed me in one of those ways on a single hand.

It doesn't need to be Zephyr (no one will ever be), but shit, at least be SOMETHING.
It's like writers have a set amount of stat points to distribute between length and quality, so it's either really good prologue chapters (Last Updated: 1452 days ago) or very bland epics that go on for 67 chapters.

>>30887283
>It's at the same time a sweet and sensation.
It's at the same time a sweet and painful sensation*

>>30887283
Huh. You know for some reason I thought Zehpyr's Tale was an AiE story, which I didn't want. [Pony, Science, TG] are usually my go-to tags so I guess I know what I'm reading next. Thanks for the recommendation.

>>30887320
Zephyr is extremely dangerous.
It will make you want to be the pone to levels too high to bear for the human mind.
It's advisable to read it when your feelings on the matter aren't too deep yet, or it might be devastating.

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>>30887328
Sounds like I'm getting REKT then. I've been binging pony transformation stories since 30864549 during almost all of my free time.

My alcohol is near by.

>>30887358
Let me make that a little easier
>>30864549

Sunday at 1 am. Oh god, It's been half a week already?? Guys, I think I need rehab.

>>30887364
Oh it's you! Yep, enjoy reading Zephyr. I didn't want to be the little pony, I wasn't a petfag and if anything, I would have liked a pony pet for myself, before I read it. Then for like a week I went about my daily life with a feeling of hopelessness, thinking how everything is pointless since I will never be the little pet mare.

>>30887522
The way people freak out and warn others about Zephyr as if it was some dangerous weapon of psychological warfare is at the same time is hilarious

and 100% true

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>>30887283
>Stuff that sappy leaves me with a feeling like...tugging? behind my navel.
That's probably longing, i know i certainly feel that after reading such stories.
Just that yearning desire to experience even a fraction of what the characters went through, that burning itch to escape back into that world for just a few more moments.
But the story has ended, and the only thing that remains is your imagination, left adrift without an author's words to guide you.

>>30887328
>>30887551
>>30887522
>Would willingly and wholeheartedly throw myself into the hooves of the Cuddly Horde™, mental changes be damned.
>Havent read Zephyr yet.
Well, shit.

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>>30887602
>That yearning desire to experience even a fraction of what the characters went through, that burning itch to escape back into that world for just a few more moments.
> But the story has ended, and the only thing that remains is your imagination, left adrift without an author's words to guide you.
What an absolutely amazing way to put it.

>>30887283
>really good prologue chapters (Last Updated: 1452 days ago)
I know exactly what you mean. Woofr made me hate him for this.

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>>30887807
And more wrong direction TF...

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PSA for Project Sunflower https://www.fimfiction.net/story/5170/project-sunflower
Feel like it deserves more love here.
Also Erin is fucking hot.

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>>30887807
SHIMMED

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>>30887857
It is a very good story.

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I WILL BECOME THE STRONGEST AND PRETTIEST MARE, MOM!

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>>30888156

>>30888267
>ywn a big, strong mare

Any Gilda related TF out there?

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>>30888585
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/192513/narcissist

What do you guys recommed for someone who's just looking for an 'Anon is a filly' story?

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>>30889085
https://pastebin.com/ex4bJFh0
https://pastebin.com/LmwTZsXe
https://pastebin.com/UXfCVkyH
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/319948/anon-investigates

>>30888949
Thank you anon

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>>30888585
Here's a few other stories that involve Gilda (rather than being TF into Gilda).
https://pastebin.com/7UR0zfiu
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/254668/cultural-exchange
https://pastebin.com/dRNHs97E

>>30889228
thanks anon

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Chrys is being retconed to have hair because A. I'm indecisive and B sketches of her with hair looked good.

Also, hope to get more green out soon.

Some more Chrys then probably back to Lexi. Tabernacle still needs more planning and I have more drive for Lex than Eris at the moment.

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Sunset staring jealously at a horses butt

>>30889802
fug wrong thread

>>30889792
Sounds good to me, I'm starting to miss Lexi all over again.

>>30889792
sounds good to me as well. take the time you need, good green needs the time

>>30889792
She needs hair so that she can put flowers in it.
Looking forward to more green.

>>30889802
Sunset's not worth marrying until she turns back into a horse.

>>30891167
Exactly

>>30885036
I think this is the plot of Outer Hayven

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>>30874343
Good 'ol Gumo had a good idea.

I wasn't sure if continuing Tonic would be a good idea since the story is already so long, it would take new readers forever to catch up.

Gumo suggested that I could reboot Tonic, re write the story but different this time. I think it'd be fun, any opinions?

What's Zephyr's Tale

>>30891536
what's a pet mare?

>>30891248
Well, Not complaining about the size of Tonic, I recently reread the whole story but if you want to rewrite it I wouldn't be against it.
You could divide the whole thing to different chapters. In my own opinion it's easier for the reader to reread stuff.

>>30891557
It's what we all wish to be

>>30891536
i thought this was supposed to be cute
wtf

>>30891248
I have no idea what Tonic is, and I'd prefer if I didn't have to read everything you've written so far to catch up on your posts.

>>30866472
The http://derpy.me/PonyTF link is 404'd. Can someone update this?

>>30891684
The first three chapters are pretty dark, if you can push through you get some top quality pet stuff

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Are we going to have another debate about the ethics of non consensual transformation and the ownership of another intelligent being as a pet?

>>30892320
"Is it wrong to make a sad person happy against their will?"

>>30892409
"Is it wrong to mutilate a sad person's body and sell them into slavery in the hopes of making them happy"

And Master wasn't even doing that, he just used them being happy as an excuse to get around the slavery part

>>30892497
I'd happily accept my fate.

>>30892320
>>30892409
>>30892497
"Against their will" is the only bad part.
That violates the NAP.

>>30892497
Yea yea yea, heard this a hundred times. Have you finished the story yet? Some people are actually allergic to it and never get over their problems with the morality and ethics involved (not that that's a bad thing - just means the story isn't for everyone).
But if I may share my experience: I wasn't a petfag, and didn't even want to be a pony at all. After lurking for a bit and seeing the story get high praise, even seeing people claim it completely turned their outlook around from wanting to be a master to a complete petfag, I went into it with some healthy scepticism. And immediately my rape-o-meter went off, and I thought, "yep, this cuntbag brainwashes people and sells them off to slavery - and the story wants me to like him? Not happening, that's certain." (By the way, I'm not into Cuddly Doom for similar reasons.)
The rest is history - here I am, still pining to be the little pet mare. I don't even have any trace of trans tendencies in real life - I'm a perfectly straight man, and perfectly happy with that (at least insofar as becoming a pony is not possible).

So yeah, maybe the story isn't for you. Or maybe you just need to read on.
Also, if you are really good at detaching yourself from characters, and do so intensively, it's much easier to continue hating Master. The writing is pretty good in that regard, but if you want the full effect, do try to empathise with the main character. Unless, of course, it's your goal to plod through the whole thing unaffected, in which case you'll want to hold on to your hate and write off Zephyr as a goner, then cease looking at things from her perspective and filter the writing through the lens of knowing that she's basically being brainwashed. I really don't see the fun in that, though - if that's your attitude, I'd question why you would even come here.

every /mlp/ poster is stricken with poneitis and amnesia, and wakes up in random spot. What happens?

>>30892320
We all know it's wrong but you've got to put that aside for the purposes of a good story.

>>30893302
A lot of very confused and frightened ponies crying.

>>30892320
>>30892986
this
>>30893708
this too

>>30891248
A rewrite sounds like a lot of work but if you feel like it would be worth it to improve on the first try then do it. And >>30891921 makes a good point.

>>30893847
hot

Let's say you have an unlimited supply of pon-E, and it never overdoses. Taking more than one just refreshes the 12 hour duration from that point.

How often would any of you fags be human? Still never?

>>30894347
Hands are nice, so I'd probably do work as a human, but if I could get away with being a unicorn with magic as dextrous as hands, I'd probably be a pone 24/7.

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Why is Twilight always such a bitch to Anonfilly? I love the stories, but she's just a terrible pony.

>>30894347
>permanent overdose
>I'd probably do it eventually, but it would take a long while for me to finalise the decision
>infinite supply with no overdosing
>same result will be achieved with zero prior thought

>>30894347
Unlimited supply eh? I'd become a pon-E dealer and push it like there's no tomorrow. Use the money to live the high life and spend most of my time high on pon-E. Hopefully I'm a unicorn, as for mare or stallion I could care less, both have there perks.

>>30894825

>>30894451
I have no idea why. Some people like the idea of Anon being tormented horribly I suppose.

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>And it is goodbye, Charlie, because either you'll come out of this as Sunflower, or I'll have to put you out of your misery.
>Charlie's screaming wafts up from the basement. Through three doors meant to hold it all in.

jesus christ

>>30894451
The early Anonfilly stories decided to subvert expectations by having Twilight be emotionally and physically abusive to Anon, and it's a trope that's just kind of stuck around.

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Pon-e es UMA DELICIA

>>30894838
ywn be ground up into instant pony powder and sold to the masses

Hold up. Hoooold up. Hoooold the fuck up.

Eris is getting delayed again for more Lexi and some dragon story? I get it, writers want to diversify and try ideas, but come on! Eris was on a roll, and then you started Lexi back up. Sure, that's making some guys happy, but Eris was a breath of fresh air here, where Lexi was very snuggly fit in the niche of this thread. People seem happy with Lexi, so cool, but I'm not interested in another AiE plot. Eris is weird and fun, and I want more. In all honesty I haven't read Lexi yet, nor do I really want to, but I know it isn't Eris.

Does anybody else feel me on this, or not?

I just want to see cuddly doom scenario in the reaL world. Everyone gets to be ponies and we keep a small human museum / settlement

>>30895505
No.
Also,
>Lexi was very snuggly fit in the niche of this thread
This is a bad thing? Lexi did something new with the formula that people come to this thread to experience.

>>30895604
It just feels same old same old looking at it, you know? Something unique and out there just feels more interesting than another "anon is hoers" fic.

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>>30895505
I tend to agree with you in regards to Tonic the Dragon. I feel as if there are many more, better, stories that should be written on this thread. More pony transformations and such. I find that the 'dragon' genre of stories tend to follow the same plot - just with different dragons superimposed into the story.

>>30895665
I wasn't talking about Tonic, I was talking about the last green Gumo posted.

CUDDLY DOOM
Current chapter (continuing from >>30877166) can be found here: https://pastebin.com/0gknNgtb
The story’s full chapter directory can be found here: derpy.me/cuddlydoom

>Peter’s grip around his wrist loosened with his body’s horrified trembling, but even after a remarkably lengthy span of tranquility, he was still staring at the violet hairs gilding his hand
>His breathing had quickened into short gasps as the color spread, almost imperceptibly, alarming him further in what appeared to be a self-perpetuating cycle of increasing heartbeats
>Every second that ticked by, more of his human self would be falling away, and if that hadn’t been evident to him before, it was a harsh lesson he was rapidly learning
>He flexed his trigger finger as though he were imitating an inchworm, letting out a terse sigh of relief as he failed to immediately notice any debilitating stiffness
>But how long would that last, before that finger started to meld into a hoof? Before his ears traveled up the side of his head? Before he too was giggling about sugarplums and flowers?
>A trembling sigh accompanied him idly brushing the afflicted hand over his shirt, absentmindedly trying to wipe away the infection as though it were superficial, and not already in his blood
>Peter’s pupils had shrunken significantly as they unfocused into a thousand yard stare, their owner waiving the notion of putting them to use as he pensively detached himself from the world
>Cobalt’s frenetic kicks continued to send strident shockwaves through the air in his battle against the door and its barricade raged on, but to little effect

>>30895698
my bad

>>30895727
>“Don’t you dare hurt her! Don’t! Please, please don’t! Don’t let this happen!”
>Don’t let this happen…
>It was quite clear that the first segment of Cobalt’s echoing solicitations had been directed toward the ill-willing man beyond the door
>However, there was much more ambiguity to his plea about the seemingly inevitable timeline looming before us
>Through my concussion-addled thoughts, I turned over the words in my mind, while blood, sweat, and tears steadily dripped from the hands on Typhoon’s proverbial clock
>Was Typhoon Twist supposed to stop this, even though she currently found herself beneath a pile of rubble, likely with far more broken bones than when she’d begun the day?
>Was I supposed to stop this, even though Peter was my sole chance of getting to safety, OUR sole chance of getting to safety, OUR sole chance of obtaining a cure to end this nightmare?
>Was Peter supposed to simply give up now that he shared a bit more DNA with the mare entwined a few feet away from his feet?
>As if he were immediately posing a challenge to my question, Peter rose to his feet, audibly driving Cobalt and Iron away from the ajar door that had barely preserved their safety earlier
>Cobalt, in a fit of jittery terror, was far from ready to give up the fight as he momentarily attempted to project menacingly with a puffed-up voice
>“If you hurt a single f-feather on her, things are going to… to only get worse and worse and worse and worse for you, buddy!”
>With a distant, zombie-like stare that drifted across the floor, Peter traipsed towards the wreckage enveloping Typhoon Twist, spinning his rifle off his back as though it were second nature
>“Enough of this… We’ve… We’ve got things… to do…”

>>30895738
>A window into Peter’s inner turmoil manifested in his sluggish, inattentive motions, the man barely flinching as the metal vestibule door crashed again and my own groans pierced the air
>Son of a bitch, it really hurt to stand…
>Indeed, it hurt to stand, it hurt to move, and it hurt to shout after Peter served my jaw the same treatment of a Louisville Slugger
>Gasps of still-fading discomfort accompanied each of my steps as I stumbled toward him with plodding footfalls, clumsily bending down to pick up my forsaken pistol along the way
>Peter’s hand, swaddled in an increasingly vivid pallor of violet, had already found its position around his rifle’s grip, and steadily guided the barrel into place at a slightly downwards angle
>“If there’s anything you need to say, do, pray, whatever… now… now would be the time to do so”
>As my gaze followed the weak shine of the gun’s stock… receiver… handguard… and barrel, it ultimately came to settle on the petrified mare entombed at the business end of the rifle
>With each resigned gasp for whatever air she could get, her chest rippled excruciatingly, as the unforgiving hardness of several maple slabs settled upon her haunches and a hind leg
>The careful braid of her formerly dazzling pink mane, which had once bordered her smiling face, was tinged grey by disturbed dust, its strands unsettled and knotted by the carnage
>The faded color seemed to prophesy the gradual departure of the light from Typhoon’s eyes, and as her head sunk slightly lower, the shabby braid followed
>Her eyes stole quick glances at the barrel tip pointed at her head, a cry of heavy dread escaping her lips every time her misty vision bounced back to the rest of the world she was leaving behind

>>30895746
>Never again would she need to spend another moment in the dim hallways of this post-apocalyptic town, their powerless expanses currently filled with little more than dread and heartache
>But then again, she’d never live to see the world following its return to peace, frolicking on sun-drenched days through the springtime meadows, their luscious beds dotted with wildflowers
>She would never have the opportunity to share just one more… just one more trot with the love of her life through a park in autumn, skipping as the orange sunset danced off the falling leaves
>She’d never get to curl up by a warm, softly crackling fireplace on a quiet winter night, nuzzled beneath a blanket with the stallion that meant the world to her
>And to never see the… son… the son she’d always wanted to be the mother figure for… grow up to be the love-struck stallion he could’ve always been, with a marefriend and a couple foals
>Maybe if things had gone differently… Maybe…
>But at least you and your father were safe…
>Her ears perked up at the opportunity to hear Cobalt’s voice one last time, but as his tender sobs fought to snake around the door, they were too feeble to overcome Typhoon’s pounding pulse
>Nevertheless, her eyes sought for the door where he was invariably stationed, and she softly echoed the same three word phrase
>“I love you…”
>Peter fanned out his fingers on the rifle’s grip and tightened all but one at about the same moment I noticed a shimmering figure rising in my field of view’s lower corner
>I could hardly remember my decision to do so, but after a tense second, my pistol came to level with Peter’s head, its metallic pieces faintly clattering as I fought to control my trembling

>>30895753
“Don’t… Peter, don’t do this…”
>After a few stern moments with his lips pressed together, it became apparent that Peter wasn’t planning to offer a verbal reply to my threats
>Instead, his simply released a long sigh, dripping with disappointment and annoyance rather than any semblance of genuine surprise
>I swallowed and blinked slowly, working to utilize the waves of adrenaline that rocked my body as a means of chasing away the last vestiges of my blurry daze
“Peter, you don’t need to kill her… and if you want to so badly, you’ll have to shoot me first”
>He shifted the weight between his feet, drawing back from Typhoon Twist by a few inches, while the gap between her head and the rifle’s tip grew infinitesimally
>His head seemed to creak as it turned to face me, a snarl written on his face that I reminded me of a rapacious dog whose rag doll toy was being yanked away
>“James, this is exactly the kind of thing of thing I’ve been talking about… either I do this… or we’re pretty much fucked. Hell, I’m not even asking you to pull the trigger; just stand down”
>The pistol’s grip dug firmly into my palms, and as a bead of sweat rolled downwards past the corner of my eye, I sternly refused to allocate a hand to wipe it away
“What do you gain from shooting her, huh? What’s the point of doing so, when she’s already suffering under a heap of rubble?”
>“Maybe you just answered your own question, you worthless bleeding heart – I’m putting her out of her mi-”
“Damn it! Stop pretending like you care about the ponies’ well-being! If you didn’t think you had something to gain, it’d be nothing more than a wasted bullet to you!”

>>30895762
>Peter glanced back at my weapon as he anxiously tapped a fast-paced rhythm against the edge of his own trigger guard
>Despite his visible desire to assert victory by simply snatching away my gun, I remained just out of arm’s reach, a personal combination of good practice and fearful petrification
>Peter rested his weapon’s handguard upon an outstretched finger, pointing down in the direction of the rifle’s aim as he spoke
>“Not only is she another pony who won’t be chasing us down, shooting her is the difference between our location remaining a secret and giving the entire herd a map with a bright red X”
>Even though the subject of our argument remained only a few feet away beneath the collapsed display case, Typhoon Twist had effectively been an absent party
>After rallying herself to action, she broke her rhythm of punctuated gasps to look up at me for a couple seconds, her wet eyes glossed over with wordless pleading
“Peter… look at her… she’s got at least one broken leg and blood’s gushing from her wing. She’s a casualty in every sense of the word… Maybe not dead, but she certainly can’t fight…”
>Upon hearing mention of her wing, Typhoon unconsciously twitched the feathery appendage a few inches, giving a small pool of blood freedom to drip to the floor
>The warm stream prompted a visceral, uncomfortable reaction as she tried to squirm away from it, but with no means of moving, all she successfully did was slip a hoof along the floor
>Unprotected pages of a fallen book eagerly lapped up the growing crimson puddle, its edges made irregular by the errant brushes of Typhoon’s feathers and forelegs
>Every motion the Pegasus undertook was broadcast by a groan or a sharp yowl of discomfort, despite her attempts to stifle the sounds
>As she flicked her discolored braid out of the way, Typhoon’s attention weakly vacillated between the source of her pardon, and the source of her doom

>>30895772
>“She still knows far, far too much, James!”
“Maybe you’re right, and I want to escape just as much as you do… but if you kill her, Cobalt and Iron Bell are still just as capable of telling the herd anything she would have…”
>Peter lowered his rifle slightly, if only enough that he was now aiming it toward a deviant plaque that had fallen near Typhoon Twist’s hooves, rather than the Pegasus herself
>“’Cobalt?’ So I take it that’s your Pegasus stallion buddy? I should’ve known you were working with them… the herd knew where we were the whole time, right?”
>Somewhere through the rafters overheard, Peter and I were each momentarily distracted by a sharp crash, seemingly from a shattered window in an upstairs classroom
>Our fears were confirmed as the cacophony crescendoed into a thunder of two or three sets of hooves, their noisy rhythm expediently moving along the length of the hallway’s ceiling
>Somewhere on the same level of the cavernous building, the dull boom of a distant door announced another breach undertaken by the steadily arriving herd
“The rest of the herd had no fucking clue where we were – not until you started taking potshots – but it looks like that ship’s sailed”
>“I wouldn’t have needed to do so if y-”
“You didn’t need to in the first place! Now if you still want to get out of here, let’s get moving instead of revealing our location, AGAIN, with a bullet that’d do nothing to help our escape!”
>An agitated sigh of resignation heralded Peter’s complete abandonment of support for the rifle, the hunk of glimmering metal slowly lowering until in hung limply on the sling

>>30895785
>Amid an air of resignation, he glared at me with impatient, commanding eyes, as though I were the only one who knew the route by which we’d arrived at our current predicament
>Sure thing, Peter… I already know I’ve come too damn far to turn back now…
>With little hesitation, my own weapon sunk to my side, but remained firmly in my grip as I slowly turned away from Typhoon Twist, the pile of debris, and the vestibule just beyond
>Aptly, the pistol didn’t remain idle for long, rising back to readied position as I advanced towards the hallway corner while another clamor of distantly shattering glass pierced the air
>I let out a relieved breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding once Peter’s footsteps started behind me, seemingly indicating that he neither intended to shoot Typhoon, nor abandon me
>All the same, with our mutual trust having worn thin, I repeatedly found myself focusing as much attention toward Peter as I was on the hallway ahead
>Upon rounding the corner and peering down the long hallway that led back to the stairwell, the low rumble of hooves in the building grew louder and mixed with shouts
>My finger tensed in the trigger guard, but as I checked and double-checked each of the corridors converging on my location, the only other lively being to be seen was Peter
>While my own journey over the past dozen yards or so had been too slow for our current threat level, my blood roiled with restless agitation as I noticed Peter pacing backwards toward me
>His rifle remained loosely balanced in the sling at his side, its aim haphazardly centered in the vicinity of Typhoon Twist as though magnetically drawn in her direction
>The standard of Peter’s marksmanship couldn’t be held in high regard from a rifle hanging listlessly at his side, but as he flexed his decreasingly dexterous violet hand, the rifle kept wavering

>>30895793
>I couldn’t see expression, but his body language divulged energetically clashing inner thoughts, an internal battle raging over his unshakable, yet unrealizable desire to pull the trigger
>Come on Peter, we have to go, NOW… We’ve already talked about this…
>When he got within arm’s reach at the hallway corner, I nonchalantly reached for the barrel of his rifle and spun it in the direction of my current hallway, sending Peter into a sudden frenzy
>He hastily flinched and his eyes went wide, relaxing only slightly upon seeing it wasn’t a pony who had grabbed his gun, his expression slowly twisting into one of anger
>I raised my brow and stared at him, silently restating our feverishness to get to safety, just before the crash of another door echoed somewhere overhead
>When I whirled around and raised my pistol down the vacant hallway, I was afforded less than two steps before a sharp jab from the rifle dug into my back
>“You’re a gutsy bastard, you know that? Why the sudden death wish – what makes you think I’m not going to shoot you right here, right now?”
>I tried to ignore Peter’s gesture as I continued my slow trek down the hall, my pistol clutched in a trembling, white-knuckled grip
“You wanna shoot the last full-blooded human in this entire town? That’s your choice. I thought we were working as a team to track down a cure for all of this”
>“A team? You seriously have the audacity to still call us a team? Forget that, what good are you at this point? You’re just dead weight to someone like me who can make the hard decisions”
“And you’re selfish as hell – don’t think I haven’t gotten that read on you. You know that you still need me alive, or else you’re going to spend the rest of your days on four hooves”

>>30895808
>As we shut out the gradually loudening tremors of hooves overhead and somewhere distantly behind us, we swiftly shrunk the distance between ourselves and the stairwell
>Peter and I were finally moving close together as a well consolidated fireteam – albeit with one member far more reluctant to pull the trigger – but the moment was sullied by our disdain
>When we were a couple yards from an exit sign that expressed the stairwell’s location, Peter roughly shoved my head with an open palm
>“Are you seriously high right now? I ‘NEED’ you alive – the hell are you talking about?”
>I reached toward the stairwell door, and upon determining that there weren’t any ponies immediately within the cramped concrete spiral, I yanked it open
>Every fiber of my being implored me to remain quiet as harbingers of my hooved doom loomed all around, but as we pressed into the stairwell and the door shut, instinct kicked in
>Peter had asked me a question, and if anatomy exams had taught me anything, it was that no question should be left unanswered
“Who’s going to get the cure, if not me? You aren’t gonna rope a pony into visiting any safe zone, and you said it yourself: half-transformed human are like hand grenades that-”

Report to the DMV for a one-time offer to be delivered to the nearest horsegirl (de-transformation not included)(Anal virginity liable to be lost)

>>30895819
>Ow, FUCK…
>My first thought was that a pony had struck my face, but a half second later, I saw Peter’s tightly clenched fist hanging over me on my way to the floor
>I wasn’t alone on the concrete for long before Peter dropped to his knees on top of me, effectively pinning me, while a hand overwhelmed my defenses and wrapped around my neck
>Despite having never broken my nose, between the deluge of blood, the alien mix of agony and numbness, and Peter’s exasperated glower through gritted teeth, I knew it’d happened
>Peter’s fuzzy fingers dug into a sensitive region of my neck just below the jaw, seemingly pushing blood from my nose with the same ease by which ketchup would be squeezed from a bottle
“Fuck off! Get the fuck off… Get…”
>At first, his assault had overwhelmed my senses and terrified me, but the longer he held on, the more I found myself able to calm down, though my relaxation was far from absolute
>There was no need to overreact – after all, the bleeding was subsiding, and while the blow had hurt painfully for a few moments, the pain was giving way to… to relief, of all things
>Maybe Peter didn’t want to hurt me at all – sure, it’d definitely be an odd accident outright, but if he meant to hit me on the head and just misjudged his force, that was understandable
>I mean, Peter always wanted to do the right thing, and if not for him staying with me, this would probably hurt a lot more than it was
>Still, I wish he would hug me normally, because even though I’d got my mouth open as far as it can go, it’s still hard to get enough air through my muzzle so that… wait, muzzle?

>>30895825
>As I suddenly snapped back to my senses, I threw an elbow up into Peter’s ribs, prompting him to sputter and momentarily lose his grip while he clutched for where I’d struck
>Nevertheless, his fleeting expression of discomfort swiftly gave way to a self-satisfied grin, watching as I scrambled backwards against the base of the stairs and he subsided against the wall
>My heart raced and I slowly raised a shivering glove toward my face, but there little doubt about what I’d find there
>I whimpered pitifully as I brushed my fingertips against my cheek, the sleek fur lining it in a thick mat where previously there’d been only two days’ growth of fine stubble
“P-Peter, w-what the f-f-fuck?! What… Why did you do that?!”
>I traced forward across my face with an increasingly large portion of my fingers, the supple hairs’ roots poking slightly into my skin at every point in which they’d been embedded
>Even along the upper extents of my cheek, I could tell it would take hours, if not days, if I were to attempt plucking them, and even that was a futile effort necessitating dexterous hands
>Meanwhile, my breathing quickened as I traced the edges of my partially formed muzzle, causing a pair of notably equine nostrils to flare with each terrified exhale
>My jaws had begun to press outwards, and though my nose had once been content as a cute facial protrusion which my ex-girlfriend loved to poke, it was slowly melding into a flattened mass

>>30895834
>Though it was no longer broken and its faucet of blood had been shut, the barely-recognizable form had adopted a new color that was equally as vivid as the crimson it had usurped
>I crossed my eyes in an attempt to determine the lurid palette that awaited my, taking note of a faint golden-yellow hue in the corner of my vision
>Grinding my teeth together, it was apparent that my canines, though mutilated into a semi-flattened state, were still present and ready to munch on some remarkably tasty-sounding salad
>Nervously, I traced a line with my glove all the way down my throat, the fur thickly brimming its surface all the way the border at which the infection dove beneath my hoodie
>As I fell into an aghast stare, my mouth hung slightly ajar, allowing me to truly appreciate the bit of extra weight that my gradually forming muzzle would come with
>Peter looked on with a sickeningly gleeful smile, waggling his fingers – and there were considerably less than five of them – on a hand… protohoof… now bathed in violet hairs
>Some of his fingernails had grown, thickened, and fused together into a semi-circular form that was on the cusp of being a hoof, its edges lined with the long, purple hair of his future fetlocks
>Peter twisted his protohoof at the wrist, the bones popping and clicking on their way to reshaping into a part of his equine foreleg
>And it looked as though he couldn’t be more satisfied with himself

>>30895845
>“Let me make one thing perfectly clear, James. I don’t like how these ponies think they’re better than me just because of their genes, and it pisses me off when a cocky human does the same”
>“After all the work I’ve done, after the tireless hours spent slaving away over my soldering iron, after all the risks I’ve taken in scavenging, I’m not gonna just hand that over to you”
>“No, because that involves putting trust in you to actually find a cure and get back here, and who knows, by then whatever’s left of me might be flying on Pegasus wings to some faraway land”
>“Not to mention, it’s getting hard to trust that you cared about getting rescued in the first place”
>“So let me tell you how this is going to work, and even though I know you don’t have those perky little pony ears yet, I want you to listen very, very carefully”
>“We’re going to get back to my lab and grab that transmitter, then make our way to the radio tower, and by God, on the way you’re going to use that pistol I was generous enough to give you”
>“Be thankful that your trigger finger isn’t on its way to becoming a hoof, at least not yet, because as far as I’m concerned, that’s really all you have going for you right now”
>“Once the radio’s online and help is on the way, we’re each going to be facing a choice”
>“I have to decide whether you’re even worth a bullet on the way out of here, and IF that goes in your favor, you have to decide who you want to take your chances with”
>“Do you trust whatever savior comes our way to not simply shoot you in the muzzle once they get a good look, or would you rather fall in line with the herd of what’s essentially ‘your own kind?’”
>“Maybe you’ll surprise me, but I think you’re secretly looking forward to being either a broodmare, or a stallion that impregnates every cute little mare he sees”
>“You always were a pussy who enjoyed fucking over everyone around you”

>>30895857
>With a sniffle and a self-contained nod of approval, Peter rested his protohoof against the concrete and pushed himself to his feet, grabbing for the stairwell’s railing with his healthy hand
>Once he was satisfactorily looming over me, he checked the breach of his own weapon before kicking mine toward me from where it had fallen, the steel gently skittering to a stop at my foot
>I picked it up with one hand while I used my other in an attempt to wipe away some of the sweat that had begun to douse my newly acquired fur
“Peter, you can’t do this! You said that partially transformed humans are just doomed disease vectors – the last place you should go is anywhere with humans!”
>“That’s what I said before you ruined me, James! Maybe you’re ready to be a pony, but I’m definitely not! I’ll move heaven and Earth to find a cure somewhere, and I know I can’t do it here!”
>Peter he shifted his rifle into a lefty position, the challenge of fitting his protohoof into the trigger guard proving too difficult even if it meant he was ruining his already-deteriorating aim
>His light footsteps proceeded without pause up the stairwell toward his native laboratory, filling the concrete cavern with a soft echo underlying our incessant shouts

>>30895868
“But… But they’d never take someone like you on a helicopter! They’d be too afraid of the ride ending with a pony at the controls! Don’t you see that?!”
>“Oh, I figure I have a lot of options – cover it up in a cast, put on a sweater, amputate it if it comes down to that… You? You’re definitely between a rock and a hard place, my friend”
>I hoisted myself to my feet with a sigh that blended physical exertion with a heavy overtone of disappointed annoyance
“Congratulations, Peter, you’re playing right into the ponies’ hooves… I hope you’re happy…”
>The only thing to stop Peter was a door marking the next level within the stairwell, prompting him to adjust his hold on the rifle’s grip before resting his protohoof on the door’s handle
>I positioned myself right behind him, delicately checking the pistol’s breach before releasing a soft, exasperated sigh
>“Just shut up and make sure your safety’s off”

YOU get some infection, and YOU get some infection, and YOU get some infection! Everyone here’s gonna embrace ponydom!
Naturally, Cuddly Doom’s next update will be released on the evening of Monday September 11, following its Monday/Thursday update schedule.
Have a spectacular weekend, everypony!

>>30895883
Cuddly Doom, blowing up with action this 9/11!!!

>>30895883
You shoot the traitor first. How hard is that to understand, Peter? You SHOOT. THE TRAITOR. FIRST.

>>30895505
Eris is shit desu. I'm glad he's focusing on other stuff.