>>41850299
Do ponies like ginger?

>>41850311
The word ginger is a spell and it's not even funny. It compels you.
Either way, horses can eat ginger, but I'd assume to taste is a bit too spicy for most ponies.

>>41850299
Kek, nice edit

>>41850299
Not feeling your fingers is an amazing sign.
Unless you are not turning into a pone and just having a stroke or something.

>Celestia recruits you as mayor of small rural village (ponyville but tiny)
>Get your monkey ass on the train out there
>Turns out it's home to a local cult
>They slip something in the produce you bring home
>Slowly, gorily changes you until there is nothing left of your humanity
>Apparently an outsider who takes the form of a mare was in their prophecy so you're now their quisatz hadderach
>Enjoy

>>41850311
They must do. They always seem to get upset when they can't peel it.

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>>41851007
No clue what a quisatz hadderach is, but I like the general idea of this.
>It had felt like a couple hours since you first noticed the fur, but for all you knew, it could’ve been only a few minutes
>No no, it must’ve been hours
>The sun had moved far enough in the sky that its rays were now cascading through the cavernous skylight directly onto your bed
>You had passing thoughts of moving off the bed to dodge them, but in your current state, none of those thoughts came anywhere close to fruition
>The bright light illuminated every strand of fur now coating your arm, and its heat was also becoming another source of discomfort
>Considering all that – not to mention the stress of feeling your muscles start to cramp up & contort – you were drenched with sweat
>Trying to remove your clothing had been nothing more than a futile reminder that the townsponies did... something... to mess with your finger dexterity
>Bordering on fatigue, deliriousness, and agony, your eyes blink slowly as you notice a stallion slowly open the door to your bedroom
>“How are you feeling, Exalted One?”
>All he gets in response is a pained groan
>“I’ve come to free you of your outsider’s garments. Pardon me, but those rags are beneath the prestige that awaits you.”
>You don’t answer to the affirmative, but you don’t refuse either
>With a slight smile, the stallion reverently approaches your bed and alights his horn, bathing your shirt in a soft blue glow
>Your shirt’s unceremoniously removed and dumped on the floor a few moments later, and the relief of the air on your naked (albeit slightly fluffy) chest is immediate
>He also makes quick work of your socks, revealing feet that had already begun reshaping into hooves
>Your pants & underwear give him a bit of trouble, but you’re able to roll just enough to momentarily get the waistbands out from underneath you
>The feeling upon exposing your nethers does remarkably little to soothe your concerns
>Not a single one of the mares in this town wore any clothing, and some of them cropped their tails quite short
>It’s not like you had taken a close look at them (at least, not this close), but you knew enough to conclude exactly what was happening

>>41851395
>Your voice catches in your throat, though not enough to fully stop an interjection from escaping
“Oh, fuck me...”
>A solitary hoofstep echoes through the bedroom as the stallion takes a step back, his gaze landing on your half-formed marehood
>His cheeks swiftly take on a flushed hue that nearly match the deep crimson of his irises
>With unsure enthusiasm he murmurs, “I-If that’s what you want, Exalted One...”
>Before you know what’s happening, he climbs onto the bed, telekinetically rolling you onto your back as he places a forehoof on each side of you
>You feel the small protrusion at the base of your tailbone move all on its own, and when you look to investigate, your gaze meets
“Oh, fuck...”
>The stallion, still in the process of pumping himself up for the pleasure of his new deity, nevertheless reminds you of where you were missing out
>Between his spread hindlegs is a pair of furry balls and a mottled horsecock that wasn’t quite at half-mast
>The part of your brain so shocked by the absurdity of your predicament is perfectly content to just roll with it
>However, a more rational part reboots after a couple seconds and your eyes go wide, mustering up the strength to cry out
“G-Get off me! I’m not... I’m not a mare!”
>A new surge of adrenaline provides enough strength to weakly kick one of your legs, and though you fail to connect, the stallion gets the message
>With his ears pinned back, he jumps off the bed and scrambles to the far wall before glancing back
>He stammers, “I-I’m sorry! E-Exalted One, I didn’t know! I should have waited until the realization of your true form was complete, I’m so sorry! I-”
>You cut him off with a guise of authority
“Go away! Leave me! This... This I command!”
>You don’t think you’ve ever seen a pony move so quickly
>The bedroom door slams shut, the painting next to it still swinging as the distant sound of hoofsteps fades
>If nothing else, at least these ponies were obedient to their so-called Exalted One
>With a pained sigh, you roll onto your side
>He would be back later
>At some point you’d need to come up with something to tell him
>And you would, but there was a lot you were still coming to terms with right now
>Your gaze idly wanders over the plentiful fruits & vegetables on the nightstand – each undoubtedly laced with whatever was doing this to you
>Eventually you settle on a half-empty glass of water which, for all you know, probably contains the same poison
>All things considered, maybe you wanted – needed – the changes to reach their logical conclusion
>Then, at least this stage of your nightmare would be finished
>After taking a sip with the glass wedged between your clumsy half-fused fingers, you close your eyes and settle into an uneasy nap