Pony pony

>Test Subject A105 has been quarantined for its transformation into the character known as 'Pinke Pie' we are currently unknown if we are able to contain a high energy character such as her
>Update: Test Subject A105 is demanding 'sweets' when given a simple chocolate bar A105 seemed to have made it into a giant chocolate cake without need of extra ingredients or baking utensils.
>Update: Subjects fur seems to have grown fully, and other scientists have subconsciously named the subject 'Ponk' in several interviews.
> end result: We are not prepared to hold Ponk, she only seems to stay here to entertain us. she could leave anytime she wants but doesn't seem to want to. this is strange as in previous subjects they seemed to believe they were in Equestria and wanted to leave back to their respective homes. it was hard to resist urges Subject: Shy gave off, i still feel bad for her. as long as we study this 'infection' from a rift caused in 1982, we will keep searching for a cure, no matter how many subjects will protest to involvement in the research for a cure
> A cult has formed from the Test Subjects and willingly give themself to the infection wanting to become one with the characters they so love, its a bit disturbing to see a human pleading to be sick.
> Current status on Project: SunButt, 60%
> Current status on Project: MoonButt, 70%
>End Of Pervention Of New Infections Entirely Strange report. (PONIES.)

EQG spics are unironically better than you niggers

>>42548388
cute!

>>42547857
Thanks, we needed pony SCP

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Stupid fucking shitpost I stumble upon

>>42549789
I don't understand

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>>42550046
>I don't understand
Same basic Plot. Protagonist realizes their not really human

>>42549789
It was kind of hilarious rereading Five Score and realizing that this movie is literally an identical story but with a horror twist. Feeling like you belong more in whatever thing you're autistic for than in real life is pretty unifying I guess

>>42550286
I've been meaning to see that movie.

>>42548388
I finally watched this episode and now thos image scares me

>>42550594
nice

>>42547816
you're not beating the tranny allegations with this picture...

The world needs more Cozy Glow tf!

>>42551306
agreed

>>42551210
Don't you want to wake up as Fluttershy?

>>42551210
Very true. This would be a fun general if it wasn't 50% troon

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No body horror?

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>>42553326

>>42553326
> Be anon.
> Currently you have woken up strapped to a table, in almost complete darkness. Last thing you remember was going asleep in your bed.
> "WHERE THE FUCK AM I!?" You shout angrily.
> "Now now, a proper pony shouldn't swear. Although I suppose you're not a pony... Yet.~" A feminine voice says. A shadowy figure slowly approaching you.
> Is.... Is that a fucking horse?
> What the hell is happening, you think.
> "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!? WHY ARE YOU A GOD DAMN HORSE!?" You yell at her.
> "I'm a pony. Unicorn to be exact. My name is Mending Morph. My special talent is flesh sculpting. At first I used it to heal my fellow ponies. But then, when the first human came to Equestria, I found I can use it to cure your kind's sickness. Your humanity." She lets out a psychotic chuckle.
> "FUCK OFF YOU PSYCHOPATH!" You retort.
> "Just for that, I'm making you a mare as well." She says as she blasts you with a bright glowing beam.
> You let out a scream of pure agony. Each and every cell of your body feels like it's on fire. Your flesh slowly melting.
> Your fingers liquify and get absorbed into your hands. Your limbs and bones compress, feeling as if they're in a hydraulic press.
> And it only gets worse as your face cracks open. Blood gushing everywhere as your new snout bursts out.
> Your back cracking open as a pair of wings sprout out. Your suffering reaching new heights each and every second your wings grow.
> Your spine feels like it's being electrocuted as it expands and a tail grows out from the base of your spine.
> Your mind is slowly breaking as it begins to blank out from pain. Throwing up from the sheer agony.
> Your cock and balls bend and twist as it melts off, leaving behind a slit and a pair of crotch tits.
> By the end of your horrific metamorphosis, your a babbling mess covered in bodily fluids. You can't even remember who you are or where you are right now, your mind has been so thoroughly broken by the pain.
> Mending Morph slowly guides you to a bathtub and cleans off the bodily fluids.
> Once you're cleaned off, she guides you to a mirror. Staring at you is a pegasus mare with a dark blue coat, a green mane and tail, and orange eyes. On her flank is a purple lightning bolt.
> "Welcome to the world, Thundering Drizzle.~"

>>42553339
Yippee! <3

>>42553446
https://ponepaste.org/11345

>>42550618
Every time they jump in, another human is transported from Earth.

>>42551306
Turning into Cozy Glow to take over the world?

>>42553446
Pretty horrifying. Mending Morph could be a fun character, I wonder how many more she's transformed.

>>42553459
>https://ponepaste.org/11345
Added to the story archive.
https://pone.tf

>>42553668
Will probably do more of her eventually. But I really need to continue writing that Silver Platter story, and make the Comet Cutter rewrite. Just made this quick one because I was in a body horror mood.

>>42554387
LMAO! This is so funny that I could turn into a spider person.

CV, archival of `artist:skyspeardraw` has been sabotaged, and will be concluded on Twibooru.

>>42554963
What happened? I saw someone had been uploading those. Which is a very good thing, even though I don't like the art much.

>>42553606
Oh, keep on jumping then

>>42553459
That was a fun punchy horror green

If I was a pegasus I definitely would have ripped off or broken my wings by now out of pure rage and self-hatred

>>42555178
If I had wings I'd be having loads of fun with them.

>>42555226
same

"Supreme court: pony transformation banned"
a five word story even sadder than the six word story

>>42555101
Thanks!

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>>42547816
How would you react if you turned into a pony and met human/EqG Fluttershy?

>>42557321
I'd build my nest between her tits and never leave.

>be me
>be living at my older brothers place because I'm a poorfag
>at least he doesn't make me pay rent
>my brother was a pretty cool guy most of the time
>he was a computer genius that work for a respectable company and made lots of dosh
>dat money
>my god, his entertainment den...
>I had still kind of wanted to get my own place though
>whatever, it doesn't matter anymore

>we were playing on his xbox when it happened
>(I still miss that 60" screen)
>I told him that having it in the front room in the house was a stupid idea
>his house was located at the end of the street
>a drunk had come racing down the road in his car
>something happened, he didn't make the turn
>we were both killed in the resulting demolition
>you'd think that that would be the end
>that we'd end up in the usual place of whatever belief
>you'd be wrong

>the earliest memory after that is of waking up in a weird crib
>It had looked like it was built out of twigs
>but it was structurally sound in a way that only modern art could achieve
>'that's odd'
>I took stock of my surroundings
>I seemed to be in a room of a sort of primitive building
>The floor was just grass, but there were makeshift carpets too
>at the side of the room were some hand carved shelves and a table
>interesting wall decorations
>It was like I was in some weird tribal hut

>I was greatly confused and distressed, to say the least
>one moment I was topping the leaderboards in Halo
>the other moment I'm waking up in a strange and -ly large bed
>what
>Feeling a disturbance in the bed, I looked over at a mound of moving sheets
>'awesome, so not only am I in a bed I've never been in before, but also with another person'
>'please don't be a guy'
>I crawled over to it and pulled the sheets back a bit
>well, shit
>I hope I don't get zebra aids

>a zebra
>I'm in bed with a fucking zebra
>it's a guy too
>ugh

>That's when I realized that not all was as it should be
>well, besides what I've said so far

>I couldn't feel my hands or feet
>my mouth feels weird
>why does it feel like I have more than the medically prescribed amount of hair
>I looked down at myself
>'HOLY FUCK, MY HANDS HAVE BEEN BURNT OFF!'
>Hyperventilating seemed like a very good idea at the time
>after nearly passing out due to oxygen inhalation, I find that I feel no pain
>why.png
>gingerly, I lift my, er... non-existent hands
> -inspect hans-
>"I do not recognize the term 'hans'"
>'damnit'
> -inspect hands-
>"you inspect your hands"
>"it seems as if your hands are gone, anon"
>'gee, thank you, brain; I could have never figured that out without you'
>"you are correct"
>Now that I have inspected my hands, I see that they were not burnt off
>I actually have black hooves
>'I cannot compute this. Brain, help me out here'
>"..."
>'Yeah, well, fuck you too, brain.'
>waitasecond
>I couldn't feel my feet either
>I look at my feet
>'HOLY FUCK, MY FEET HAVE BEEN BURNT OFF!'
> ~prompt pass_out.exe

>>42558500
>I must have been out for only a minute because nothing had changed
>The zebra is still asleep in my bed and I'm still having a crisis

>'Alright, now that that's out of the way; I must now find out why I am as I is.'

>To clarify, my feet weren't burnt off either; they were just black hooves too
>The reason I feel like I have more hair is because I do
>My hair, or should I say fur, covered my entirety in black and white stripes
>My actual hair, which is now a mohawk, is longer but is of the same type
>I have a bigger mouth that I swear is a muzzle
>And, in short, It seems obvious that I've become a Zuzzle
>wait, wa- I mean I'm a zebra
>I've been turned into a fucking zebra
>As for why I'm here, I don't have a clue
>Oh, and I have a tail too

>The other zebra shifted again, bringing my out of my thoughts
>So, I'm: a zebra, reasonably freaked out, located somewhere
>what now?
>'Meh, I'll just wake him up and get some answers.'
>it's not a plan, but it's a perfect plan

>I have to end up shaking him pretty hard, but I eventually bring him out of his slumber
>He just looks at me with these incredibly huge brown eyes
>Why is he just so gosh darned cute, like a newborn puppy-
>I mean
>he looked at me and uttered something that made so much sense, it almost cured cancer

>"Wat."

>Well, at least I presumed that he had said "wat"
>It came out more like a "AAaa"
"Hi."
>"AAaa?"
"Would you happen to know why I'm here?"
>"AAaa?"
"Is 'AAaa' all that you can say?"
>"..."
"..."

>'Ok, then; note to self: babies can't talk'
>'Now what?'
>that answer was questioned as an Adult zebra had just walked into the room
>"Did you have a good nap, my children?"

>'ok, it's a female deducting from it's voi-'
>'Wait.'
>'Children?'
>'As in plural?'
>seeing as I was the only other person in here, she must have meant me
>but she's not my mom and my mom isn't a zebra
>adding this to my list of mandatory questions to ask

>she walked over to the crib we were in and picked up the baby zebra
>she wrinkled her nose?
>...OH
>now that is a powerful smell, let me tell you
>"Oh, Amaranthus, you have made a stinky mess."
>"Let's get you cleaned up then, yes?"

>'Amaranthus, huh? That's an interesting name.'
>'I shall call you Amar; for it doesn't sound as lame.'
>'And also because I'm too lazy to remember it.'
>anywho
>where was I?
>oh, yes
>'why am I a zebra?'
"Why am I a zebra?"

>"I'll be over in a moment, Althaea."

>did she mean me?
>whatever, I'll figure this out on my own
>lets see, what's the last thing I remember?
>I was playing xbox with my brother
>there was a loud explosion
>then I'm here
>...
>explosion
>d-did I...
>am I dead?!

>>42558505
>I'm dead
>I'm DEAD
>I don't want to believe it
>but it's the only thing that makes sense
>so if I'm dead
>is this heaven?
>nah, I'd be having a pizza orgy if that was the case
>but it must be SOME sort of afterlife
>a reincarnation maybe?
>where I was reborn as a zebra
>...reborn
>that must mean that this zebra really is my mom then

>I'm not sure if I should be worried that I'm taking this as well as I am right now

>the zebr- erm...
>my... mom had finished taking care of Amar and had set him on the ground to wander
>"Alright, Althaea, time to get up."
>she picks me up out of the crib and sets me on the floor too
>we follow her to what I assume to be a dining room, probably for breakfast

>Althaea, huh?
>Why would she name me that?
>It sounds like a girl's name
>
>
>
>
>'oh...'
>'OH NO'
>'NO, NOT THAT'
>'ANYTHING BUT THAT!'
>I try to check for sure, but I can't because I'm wearing a diaper
>'Ok, Al, calm down; maybe it doesn't mean it like that in zebra culture'

>My mom sets us down at a table with what looks to be oatmeal in two bowls
>Getting a spoon, she goes to feed me before Amar
>"Here you are, Althaea, ladies first."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

>>42558507
>be a week later
>I still can't believe I'm a female
>but I've pretty much gotten used to being a zebra
>not having hands is a pain though

>everyday life so far is pretty simple
>wake up, eat breakfast, go outside and play
>the normal life of a child
>well, as normal as you can get as a zebra

>The country we live in is called Zebrica
>Yes, that's just 'Africa' with zebra pasted onto it
>Seriously, you walk outside and there's almost no obvious differences
>the little village of our residence doesn't really have a name, it's just 'our village'
>it's not that large, there's just a couple hundred of us
>and if I look outside, I can see the now familiar savanna landscape that surrounds us

>my mom brings my brother Amar and I to the local foal-sitters every other day so she can work without looking after us
>she owns a shop that sells the potions that she makes
>as a well experienced apothecary, she can create and sell medicine for almost any ailment out there
>and even some that are not for illnesses, if you know what I mean

>my dad works as one of the village guards who stay on the lookout for any predators that may attack
>luckily they aren't that common here, but it's still good to be prepared

>Amar and I were playing in the den with some neat wood-work toys when there was a knock on the door
>"Hello Zecora! Welcome back, it's been far too long."

>Oh, yeah; mom said that her sister was going to visit today
>she was also a herbalist who lived over in the pony lands
>the ponies don't get a lot of trade from the zebras so you can get a bunch of money that way

>"Ah, sister, It's good to see you too."
>"Of course I had to come when I heard the news."
>"You had given birth to a daughter AND a son."
>"Finally, after you had tried so hard and always had none."

>I also found out that zebras have a natural tendency to rhyme while they talk
>it doesn't mean that we can't talk normally, but it'll happen if you're not paying attention

>>42558512
>"Isn't it wonderful? I was beginning to think it was a lost cause."
>my mom talked to Zecora as she brought her to the room we were in
>as soon as I saw her, I knew she was trying for the 'mystically mysterious' vibe
>no one wears that many bracelets and neck rings if they don't have a fashion statement to show
>the ominous cloak wasn't helping either

>"This is Althaea and this is Amaranthus." My mom said, pointing to each of us in turn.

>"Such beautiful children you have."
>"Hello little ones, how are you today?"

>"AAaa."
"Hi Zecora."
>well, that's what I tried to say; but because I was a baby, I wasn't able to actually talk yet
>boy, it was embarrassing when I had finally figured out that anything I said wasn't exactly coherent

>"Let me get a good look at you two."
>she walked over and started examining us
>and with a smile she foreshadowed our entire lives in one fell swoop:
>"I can already tell right now, dear sister, that these two are destined to do great things."

>>42558516
https://pastebin.com/TCsCVdrx

>>42550433
I had fun at the rosen centre too anon! Hopefully I saw you there, you're pretty good at drawing!

>>42553446
Cool character, even if the rest of it is pretty cheesy.

>>42558516
Nice story and pretty original concept. I can't wait to read anything else you write!

>>42557321
She would probably try to give you away as an exotic pet.

Your fingers trembled, writhed as they seemed to stitch together-- your toes did the same
All the while you cried out, almost falling to the ground as your arms and legs reshaped themselves.
Your hands, Jesus fuck, your hands reshaped themselves-- it was maddeningly itchy, five fingers turned to three, then one, as you watched the transformation take hold

Your shirt was already in tatters, your jeans soon shared the same fate, torn to shreds. (To shreds you say?) Your legs grew shorter, stockier, filled with more potential.

>>42558721
Then I guess the question may become why I can’t stay with her, but I guess it could be a chance for me to work with either EqG Twilight Sparkle in scientific research.

>>42559636
LMAO, anon got turned into a regular horse.

>>42560367
Scootaloo TF is surprisingly common.

>>42560939
Compared to the other CMC, she's the least popular to TF. I have about three times as much Applebloom or Sweetie Belle, discounting a few pictures of the three of them.

>>42559218
always nice to see my stuff reposted

>>42560955
Well I most of the time see Scootaloo.

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>>42561236
Then have a Sweetie Belle.

>>42560937
Kinda want to go write a regular horse in Equestria green text. But I also need to finish those other 2 stories I've been meaning to work on.

>>42561373
Thanks. lol

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>>42561503
You're welcome. Have an Applebloom.

>>42561849
What would've been the right one is my question?

>>42560937
Twilight will fix him up!

>>42561052
Nice art

>>42560937
i wish i was a regular horse

Thinking back, you were the kind of guy who never had too many friends. You weren’t really picked on or bullied, you just sort of existed. You weren’t a very popular kid. You were basically an extra, a background prop, at your high school. Throughout school, you were a bit of a loner. You were good at a handful of classes, but you were never really bright enough to be recognized for academic achievements. And sports… Forget it. You were lucky enough to scrape by PE class with a passing grade (you hated the gym uniform). You weren’t the tallest, but you weren’t short, and you weighed about 130 pounds. Blue eyes, and longish brown hair, and if you didn’t shave after a few days, stubble.
There were a few things you did to escape the monotony and boredom of life. You spent much of your time on the computer, either playing the latest roleplaying game or trolling on various forums. You watched a lot of YouTube videos and left a lot of hateful comments. And, of course, you were a frequent poster on 4chan. You posted on quite a few boards, /pol/, /mu/, /tv/, /k/, and a few more, but never /b/. You were above that.
You could never have prepared for the drastic way that your life would change.
It was a cloudy overcast day when it happened. You had just been let out of school and had begun your walk home. You didn’t have a car (which sucked) and you didn’t ride the bus (which sucked even more). You noticed a strange black van driving slowly behind you, which gave you the creeps. You had seen enough episodes of To Catch a Predator to know that perverts were out and about, and willing to do harm. You picked up the pace and headed through an emptier part of the neighborhood, the area where the houses were still under construction, most of them little more than empty wooden skeletons, a few with walls half built.
You darted past a pile of lumber and trash. The van kept up, and you were getting considerably freaked out, so you broke out into a full sprint. You took a sharp right and heard tires screech and the engine rev. Fuck… Fuck… You tossed your backpack for speed. You could come back to it later… Or not, depending on how this ended. You ducked behind a work truck. The van was gone… no… It wasn’t. You could see dust kicking up. There it was, coming down the adjacent street, and straight towards your position. You looked around quickly and grabbed a brick.

>>42563890
Crawling on your stomach, through the dried cracked dirt, was not fun at all. All the time you spent in those military simulators like Arma and Red Orchestra seemed to come back to you as you crawled for your life. You managed to snake your way about the construction site, and come up to where the van was about to pass. You stood, every muscle in your body tense, as if electricity coursed through your veins. The only thing you could hear was the sound of the van’s engine, and your heart pounding. You cocked your arm back. You knew your throw was never going to compare to the star quarterback’s, but this would have to do. The van passed and… CRASH! You sent the brick sailing through the left side’s passenger window. Your lips curled into a slight smile as you heard an angry “FUCK!” when you ran away.
Your eyes quickly scanned for the next thing that you could utilize against your attackers. A tool box… and it was unlocked. Yes! You flipped it open, looking over your shoulder. A hammer… That was what you grabbed. You made your way into a half built home hoping that it would provide adequate shelter.
You knew that they were hot on your trail. They weren’t exactly quiet. You could hear them kick over piles of debris you were possibly hiding behind, smash windows, and it sounded a lot like one was loading a gun… You heard the unmistakable sound of a magazine being loaded, and the slide pulled back to chamber a round.
They entered the house. The sound of boots on cold concrete echoed in the empty chamber of the home. You ducked inside a small alcove. Maybe it was supposed to be a pantry, closet, or washroom. Whatever. That mattered very little at the moment.
They were getting closer and closer, until you knew for certain that they were just about to pass you… Then you struck.
You whirled out of the side room with your hammer, hitting the man in front solidly in the clavicle. The sound of it snapping combined with the man’s anguished cries made you smile. You struck again, this time with an overhead strike aimed at his head. Unfortunately (for you) he raised his right arm, and it got in the way. Your blow landed just where his forearm met his elbow, and you felt it give in a way it shouldn’t have. The man in the front had the gun, and only managed to get off two shots: one in the floor, and the other in the ceiling. Your foot kicked into his left wrist, which knocked his hand back and sent the gun skidding at an angle across the floor. He fell to the ground, hard.

>>42563893
More men approached from behind, eerily silent. One of them raised a long piece of shiny black wood, a nightstick. He wore black pants with many pockets. Black leather gloves covered his hands. He wore a dark colored camo jacket, and a black ski mask covered his face. His eyes were dark blue, and cold. You chucked your hammer at him like a tomahawk. You didn’t stick around to see where it landed, but it was probably his chin or chest, unless he put up a hand to stop it. Even then, it would likely stop the man.
Tossing the hammer proved to be a good choice. It bought a few seconds of time for you to turn and leap out the window. You made it out without looking back, and turned the corner around the house and made a beeline out of there. Where could you hide? That’s it… The Porta Potty! Dashing up to it, you flung open the door and heaved inside. You quickly patted yourself down for gunshot wounds. You knew you weren’t hit, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from double checking.
Once you gave yourself the all clear, you sat silent in the stinky plastic hull. It seemed like an hour had passed, but it was probably a little less than five minutes. Should you call the cops? No… Your phone was dead. That’s what you get for playing games and browsing 4chan on it all day in class. Fuck.
Then you heard something that made your heart nearly stop. Footsteps, and a lot of them. They stopped only feet away. You could hear one of the men speak. He had a high, soft voice, and sounded not at all like a masked goon. “Anyone see where he went?” You could just make out that the men had walked away.
Then your world was turned upside down. Someone slammed into the Porta Potty, knocking it on its side. Your head smashed into the hard grimy plastic with an awful sound as piss and shit washed up over you. You stared at the door, dazed, as it was yanked open to reveal the legs of four men, all clad in the black tactical pants. Someone grabbed your collar and pulled you out. You looked up at the man, straight into his eyes as he swung the dark nightstick at your head. You didn’t feel it as he struck you. Everything became black as you were separated from your consciousness...
…

>>42563897
A Few Hours Later
...
You slowly regained awareness. Your head was pounding. Your gravity felt off, and you could hear a strange voice. There was a bad taste in your mouth. You opened your eyes… You were hanging.
You were strapped to a conveyor belt, spread out in an “X” shape. You were high off the ground, maybe 50 feet or more, inside of a huge modern looking factory. It almost seemed like too much, over the top, like something out of Dexter’s Lab. Everything was white or metal and shiny. The lights over head were bright fluorescents. The artificial light made your eyes hurt. You stopped focusing on your surroundings and now listened intently to the voice.
It was a mechanical sounding female voice. It said a short message, and then repeated it. The message was:
“Hello. I am proud to inform you that you have been specially selected for our program here at the Pony Pet Factory. Please bear with us while we sort and categorize you before the program begins. Thank you!”
You could see another conveyor belt across from you. This one seemed to have much less people strapped to it. Looking ahead and behind, you could see that your conveyor belt had far more people… All types of people. Mainly people like you, young teens, mostly whites, mostly males, though there were a more than just a few Hispanic looking people, and a few blacks from where you could see from your position. There were also a couple of women, though not very much. Up ahead, the conveyor belt twisted so that you were in a more conventional position: flat on your back as if laying on a bed, rather than hanging. Both sides of the conveyor belt led towards the wall, separated by a huge one way glass window. The sides of the wall hung down low, giving just enough clearance for you to pass on to the next room.
Upon entering the new room, you could see men in strange rubber uniforms standing on either side of the conveyor belt, fixing large tags around each person’s neck. They looked like they had just come straight from the Ebola ward or something. Some people were awake and screaming, putting up a fight, and others remained knocked out. You tried to break your bonds, but it was futile. A large person in the creepy rubber suit (boots and gas mask and all) put your tag on you. You tried to pivot your neck at a most uncomfortable angle to read what it said, but it made no sense to you.
All it read was: “M. #5346”
You passed through a layer of long thick plastic strips that hung down from the ceiling, which separated the room with the masked men from the room coming up ahead.

>>42563903
Here, there were robots. Not real robots, like something from Star Wars, but something more along the lines of those at car manufacturing plants. Maybe those were the real robots. But that didn’t matter now… Escape was what mattered. Long arms extended up from the floor and ran along the conveyor belt. On the end of each on was a nasty looking blade. On either side, a pair of larger arms lowered themselves to be even with your shit stained jeans. They dug in, cutting the jeans, ripping and tearing. A smaller pair of blades, shears, descended from above and cut at your shirt, and then went lower, for your underwear. After this, some arms that ended in pincers appeared, and took the scraps, dropping them sloppily into a waiting waste receptacle, leaving you naked and humiliated. Then it was onto the next room, separated by similar heavy plastic flaps.
The arms off to the side held large buckets, and they dumped their contents on the helpless passerby’s. It was a thick white powder. What was it? Delouser, perhaps? You coughed as the powder billowed up around you.
The next room you came to hosed you down… painfully. The hose seemed to have the force of a piece of firefighting equipment and would surely have knocked you off the conveyor belt had you not been strapped down. You left the room feeling tender, your skin reddening rapidly.
The next room opened up and you could see a long space ahead of you, with no sign of the hanging plastic wall dividers. Looking to your side, you could see that the other conveyor belt must have veered off somewhere else. It was nowhere to be found. You looked ahead again, and your eyes grew wide… Needles. Giant needles. They were connected to the arms of the machines. The vials were clear glass, and inside was a sloshy pink liquid… You didn’t want to be injected with that!
Unfortunately, you didn’t exactly have much of a choice. The only thing you could do was watch helplessly as you everyone in front of you was injected, until you were the next in line. The arm flicked away and dropped the empty vial into a trash bin, then dipped low and received a new vial, filled to the brim with pink liquid. You heart began to pound as it lowered, until it was just above your skin. You felt it touch your skin, and then push in slowly. You clenched your teeth as it pierced your thigh. You watched the machine push the end of the vial in, injecting the chemical into your body. You could actually feel it flow into you. It felt cold. Then the needle withdrew, the arm swung to the side, the empty vial was dropped, and you were pushed ahead.
The path ahead continued for quite some time… Eventually you began to feel sick. What exactly had they injected you with? Your stomach churned, and you felt like puking. Your joints ached, and your head began to pound. You began to sweat and shake.
This continued for about fifteen minutes, but to you, it seemed like an eternity.

>>42563909
Then something else happened. Every muscle in your body strained painfully. You arched your back against the restraints. The fingers on your hand curled inwards into a balled fist. Your joints began to pop with a disgusting sound. You started to twist and writhe, a sound escaping your lips that sounds somewhere in between a moan and a howl. You began to grit your teeth. Then you heard a snap… Did your forearm just break? Then another breaking sound… Was that your leg? You couldn’t tell as your body was so racked with pain you were preoccupied. Your teeth suddenly began to feel loose. You could feel them wiggle about in your mouth… They were coming out! You laid your head to the side and spat, sending 4 teeth skittering across the conveyor belt and onto the floor, leaving blood in your mouth.
You were unable to open your fists now, and your toes had also curled up. You face began to feel strange, especially your nose, mouth, and eye sockets. Your eye sockets grew larger, and your vision blurred. Your nose was bigger, and it felt like your mouth, especially your upper jaw, was being smashed together with it. You gave a weak combination half cough half spit, and out came the last of your teeth. You could feel something coming in to take their place… New teeth! They were wide and flat, much different than the ones you had before… Those were designed to eat meat. These weren’t. Something fell into your face obscuring your vision. You tossed your head back to clear your eyes. It was your hair. Somehow it was getting longer! Your knees popped and bent backwards, and for some reason, it felt like you were getting smaller.
Your shoulders and ribcage seemed to be shrinking, quite painfully. In addition, it seemed that much of your body weight (not that there was much to begin with) was being re-distributed. All over your body, your skin began to itch and turn a pale white… It looked like the skin of a corpse. Your ass seemed to become more cushioned with fat, and you felt a burst of pain just above it on your lower back. Hair protruded from the wound, probably about six inches worth. By this point, your skin was covered with small white hairs.
Your face felt completely alien, like it had been remodeled. Your neck began to burn. Your hair grew and grew, curling out and hanging down. The hair that came out of your tailbone was getting longer as well, twisting down below your knees to your shins. Between being pressed and rubbed by your butt, legs, and the conveyor belt, it was growing matted. Your eyes began to clear again. Downstairs… Things began to change and shift around. Your penis shrunk and retracted, and you were able to feel every little detail. Everything ended up inside of your body, and you felt something shifting around… And then you felt yourself open up.
You lifted your head off the conveyor belt, and then let it drop back down with a thud. You closed your eyes and saw nothing more…
…

>>42563915
A Few Days Later
…
You awoke alone, in a concrete room. No, you were in a cell. The three walls were made of a cold gray concrete and the entrance to the cell was blocked by metal bars. You stood and…
What happened to you?!!
You let out a scream, and it sounded nothing like you.
It sounded like a girl!
And your body… You looked down. You had no arms. Instead, you stood on all fours in the cell. Your body was covered by a white fur. When you looked down, long locks of hair fell into your face. Alarmingly, your hair was now two toned… Light blue and purple instead of your usual brown. You turned around and saw your behind. Your ass looked rather plump, and you had a tail, which shared the same colors as your… uhh… mane… and hung all the way to the floor. You lowered your head to look underneath your legs, at your stomach. Your little man was gone. In its place was something that… Well… You had quite frankly never seen in person before. But now you had one. Directly in front of the gash were two small mounds, with nipples that stood up, looking like eraser heads. You felt like you were going to puke.
You heard the rattling and clanging of metal and looked up to find a man standing before you, unlocking your cell door with a huge key on a ring. He looked rather professional. He wore a white doctor’s coat.
“Shhh… No need to scream.” He looked at you with a sleazy smile that made you nervous. “I’m glad to see you’re awake.” A second later and he was inside your cell. He reached in his coat and produced a pink harness, something that looked like it was used to walk dogs. “Don’t worry; it’s just a harness, so you don’t try to run off anywhere.” He quickly fastened it on your chest, and clicked the leash in place on the metal ring on the back. “Now, I’m sure you want to be cleaned up, huh?” He tried to run a hand through your mane, only for it to get stuck in tangles, and cause you pain. You let out a girlish whimper. “You’ve been out for quite some time. You look terrible. And you’ve been in here.” He looked around at the bare gray room. “I apologize for the accommodations. This room is only temporary, you see?” He began to walk you out of the room, looking down at you with an irritated scowl. “Can you speak?”
“Y-yes…” You muttered.
“Say it louder, sweetie.”
“Yes.”
“That’s better. You have such a cute sounding voice!” The man said. “I’m Dr. Morris, by the way.” He continued to walk you along the walkway that ran alongside the cells. Most of the cells were empty, but every now and then you could see a pony lying inside the cell, sleeping on the bed.

>>42563922
Walking felt weird. Somehow you were able to walk on all four legs without much of a problem, despite it being radically different from bipedal movement. The clopping sound that your footsteps made rang in your ears. For a brief moment, you thought about how bizarre this entire situation was. Why a pony? You had browsed /mlp/ infrequently, but just enough to know that people often had fantasies about being turned into a pony, but you never thought it would actually happen. And why you? Why couldn’t they take someone who wanted to be a pony? And why did they have to change your sex?! Fucking bronies.
You came to a stop with a jerk. Dr. Morris pulled tightly on your harness. “Here we are.” In front of you, there stood two glass doors, which he pushed open. Inside, it looked like a place where you would take your dog to go get groomed, like a pet resort. There was a young looking girl setting at the front desk, looking over a clipboard.
“Hello, Miranda.” Dr. Morris said, a smile on his face. “We have another one here that needs to be washed up.”
“Oh, of course.” The girl, probably no more than 20, bit her lip and peered over the counter at you. “Oh, she’s going to look so pretty!” Miranda looked back over her shoulder. “We don’t have anyone free at the moment. I could take her.” Dr. Morris only nodded and handed her your leash, and then left to sit down in one of the chairs for waiting guests. He picked up a magazine and began to read it.
“This way!” Miranda called out in a sing-song voice before gently tugging you to the back of the room. You passed through a doorway, and before you stood a large shower room. The tiles were a soft pink, and there were dog sized bathtubs that lined the walls. Above each tub was a shower nozzle, attached to the wall by a hose. There were three other ponies here, each getting washed by someone. There were eight bathtubs to the each side, bringing the total count to sixteen. Miranda led you to the nearest one, and picked you up and put you inside. She took off your harness before taking down the shower head.
“Are you ready to get squeaky clean? Say, do you have a name yet, honey?”
You nodded and started to speak, before Miranda cut you off.
“No, no. That’s your old name. I mean a new one, one that fits the new you! No? Well, we’ll just have to think of one, won’t we sweetie?”
It was hard to get a word in with Miranda.

>>42563927
The first blast of the shower was very cold, which Miranda quickly commented on and corrected, turning the water warmer. It was actually rather nice. Miranda got some soap bottles and held them up to you “What soap should we use? Honeysuckle? Rose? Lilac? Hmm… Let’s go with Lilac.” She began to scrub you all over, working the soap into your white fur. As she neared your backside, you began to make a strange face. Soon, she was rubbing her fingers over your nipples. Miranda smirked. “Like that, don’t you?” She said playfully. Then she went over you with the warm water, washing all of the soap off and down the drain.
After that, she held up another bottle for you to view. Just in case you couldn’t read (or perhaps for humiliation) she said “Luxurious Mane and Tail – For Mares... Creates volume and shine.” She looked back at you, into your eyes. “I’m sure this will do nicely. What do you think?”
Without waiting to hear your comments, Miranda began to lather up your mane, leaving it full of suds, and then worked on your tail. “Your tail is so long…” Miranda mumbled almost to herself. For a second time, the shower nozzle was brought down and you felt the warm water wash over you, this time in your mane and tail. “Close your eyes, please…”
Miranda declared your bath finished and helped you out of the tub. She produced a fluffy pink towel and began to dry you off. You couldn’t deny that it felt good.
You were dried for the most part, although your mane still hung down damp. Miranda got another towel and wrapped it up around your mane in a turban like fashion. She led you into another room. The room was a grooming room. Unlike the bathing area, this room was totally empty. Miranda looked down on you with eyes that looked they were deciding what to do with you. “Luckily for you, I’m a certified stylist. Otherwise you’d have to sit around and wait for one to become available. And I’ve kinda taken a liking to you; I wouldn’t want to give you up.”
You were hoisted high up, onto a metal table, and your legs were secured in straps. She turned the table around so you could no longer see yourself in the mirror. Miranda opened a drawer and produced a pink muzzle, adorned with hearts. “This is just in case you get a little snappy.” She informed you while placing it on you. “I’m sure you won’t be a problem, and you’ll be a sweet girl. However, after a little… incident, this has become company policy. I’m sorry.”
“Mmmhhhmm!” Was all you could reply.
She took your mane down out of the towel, and it flopped down, wet, below your shoulders… Or at least the pony equivalent of shoulders. Thinking about your new anatomy blew your mind, especially when it came to thinking about what you packed (or lacked) below the belt.

>>42563930
Miranda took out a large brush and began to run it through your mane. It felt nice. You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of the brush as it passed through your long mane, and feeling the little tug of your head in the direction of her brush. Miranda began to hum a sweet little melody, soothing you. Over and over again, she brushed. A soft sigh escaped your lips. After nearly one hundred strokes, Miranda moved on to your tail, working out all the knots and kinks. Even after it had been smoothed out, she continued to brush.
Miranda noticed how much you were enjoying the treatment. “Don’t worry, this certainly won’t be the last time you have brushy time. I can tell you already love it.”
Your mane was still a little wet, and Miranda moved away for a moment. You could hear her open a few drawers and retrieve some items. You closed your eyes again.
Tsht, tsht, tsht… Was that a spray bottle? Snip, snip, snip… She was cutting your hair! You felt your lips form into a frown, and you peeked your right eye open. Miranda was right in your face with her scissors. “Shh… It’s okay.” She cooed. You shut your eye again.
She cut and cut, and then combed some more before cutting again. Finally she moved to your rear, and began work on your tail. Snip, snip, snip. Occasionally, you could feel a lock of hair brush up against your back legs as it fell from your tail. You could see a clock across the room, and you counted how long it took. Thirty minutes.
“Alright. I think you’re done. Open your eyes, and look straight ahead at me.”
You complied and opened up your eyes. Once again, she was in front of you. She pulled down on your mane on either side of your shoulders, checking to make sure it was even. “Now, just a little bit here…” She said, trailing off before cutting a little bit off the left side of your mane. “Perfect.”
Miranda got the harness out, and put it on you. Then she attached it to a pulley that ran overhead. She released your hooves (yes, you now had hooves) and pulled you up a bit. You were now dangling freely. It wasn’t uncomfortable. “Now let’s get to work on those little hoovesies of yours!”
Miranda retrieved a scrubbing brush and started on your front hooves. It felt a little odd at first, but the feeling was soon replaced with a nice tingling feeling. She moved rapidly to your back hooves. Miranda put the brush up and now it was time for a file. She made your hooves nice and smooth, the file working down uneven spots and imperfections. She placed the file down and reappeared in front of you, holding two bottles.

>>42563934
“Hoof polish!!!” She said shrilly, giggling. “What color do you want? Red?” She held up a bottle of red hoof polish. “What about pink?” She shrugged. “Actually… For starters, I think you’d look really pretty with a clear coat. Let’s do that.” She opened the bottle of polish, and you wrinkled your nose at the stench. She took the little brush that came on the inside of the cap and began to apply the polish to your hooves… It felt cold and wet. This didn’t take very long.
“Alright, you’re almost done.” Miranda said as she took out a hairdryer and a large round brush. She began to dry your mane and tail and brush them out. Then she focused the hair dryer on your hooves. She nodded her head and flicked the dryer off. “Finished… Oh wait… One more thing.” She grabbed something from the counter. You could see that she held a small piece of metal in her hands. “You have some very pretty lashes already but if we could just…” She stopped herself, holding up what was in her hands. It was an eyelash curler. “Now just hold still…” She used it on your right eye, and then moved to your left eye. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5. There! Now you are done!” She lowered your harness, and then removed your muzzle. She turned you around towards the mirror…
You looked… nice.
Your mane was long, and hung down mostly straight, except for the ends where it curled up slightly in a flip. It reached to just about where your legs connected to your body. Your mane was evenly divided between the light blue and purple that you had seen earlier. Miranda had given you a part off to the right, so most of your hair was combed over and hung just above your right eye. A little blue lock hung down in front of your ear on the left. She had cut it in large layers, giving you just a few that made your mane look nice and full.
Your tail no longer dangled on the floor, for it had been trimmed by Miranda. It was still very long, but it now hung primly just above the floor. At least you wouldn’t drag it everywhere now. Its color was similar to your mane, and Miranda had just slightly put layers in it too.
Your coat was beautiful. It was a gleaming white, and you could just tell how soft it was from looking at it. It smelled wonderful, too.
Your hooves flashed when the light hit them, and were so polished you could see a reflection of yourself in them. They felt tender and ticklish to the touch.
Your eyes were a beautiful dark purple color, darker than the purple of your mane. They were surrounded by lovely long dark eyelashes… The kind you always liked on girls. Now they were on you.
Your entire body shone and gleamed, from your mane all the way to your hooves.
“You okay?” Miranda asked, laughing. “Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to looking so pretty all the time. You’re gorgeous, don’tcha think?” She breathed in deeply and clasped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, that’s right, I forgot… You’ve probably never felt pretty a day in your life before today, huh?”

>>42563938
Miranda helped you down from the table, all the while laughing. She didn’t bother putting the leash on you. She walked you out to where Dr. Morris was waiting, still reading the magazine. When he looked up and saw you, he smiled… and you felt a little weird.
“Was she good?” He asked as he rose.
“Oh, she was a doll. And look how she turned out!”
“Yes, one of the better ones, that’s for sure. Thank you.” Dr. Morris gave her a curt little bow of his head, and turned on his heels. “Follow me.”
As you left, you could hear Miranda calling out to you. “Come back soon, sweetie! And don’t forget to ask for me!” The doors of the spa swung shut behind you.
“Are you ready to go to your room?” Dr. Morris asked you.
“N-no… I don’t want to go back there…”
“Oh no, we aren’t taking you back to your cell, especially after we’ve spent so much time prettying you up. No, this is your room. Aren’t you excited? You’ll get to meet your roommates.”
“R-roommates?”
“Yes, three of them, to be exact.” You weren’t exactly sure how to respond.
You noticed that you had taken a different route this time, and you weren’t walking along the cells. Instead, it looked almost like you were in an apartment block… A rather nice one. How big could this place possibly be? Where on earth was it located? The area you were in looked far comfier than the cellblock. It was actually decorated, although it looked a bit dated with fake potted plants and garish pink and yellow walls. The carpet was soft, and that was a nice change.
Dr. Morris came to a stop. “Ahh, yes… Here we are.” You looked at the door, which was numbered “303”. Dr. Morris unlocked the door with a much smaller key than you had seen him use earlier. He pushed it open. “Ladies first.”
You heard a chorus of feminine shrieks. “Dr, Morris! Dr. Morris! Dr. Morris! DR. MORRIS!” Three ponies rushed him, before turning to you. They were very happy, and could not decide who to pay attention to: the new pony or the doctor?
“Oh my gosh! Are you our new roommate? You look sooo pretty!”
“What’s your name? What’s your name?”
“You’re going to have SO much fun with us!”
“Wow, who did your mane?!”
“Calm down girls, calm down. Give her some space. Let her at least get through the doorway!”

>>42563942
Immediately, the other ponies (other ponies… Were you thinking of yourself as a pony?!) did as he said. You were able to actually enter the room.
It was a strange room. The apartment was only one room, with the exception of a small bathroom. In the middle was a queen sized bed. A small television was mounted on the wall of the left side of the room. There were no windows. All along the back side of the room were four dressers, with a vanity table in the center dividing them into pairs of two. The vanity was white, with a small padded bench tucked up underneath it. You could see various products lying on the top. There was a small kitchen area, with a table for eating at, although it was not separate from the rest of the room. The room was lit by soft lighting. The walls were soft colors, pastel pink and yellow, much like the halls, but with sky blue accents. On the table in the kitchen was a vase of flowers.
“I’m sure you have a few questions.” Dr. Morris said. “Now you’re probably wondering why there is only one bed. The answer is simple. It brings you and your roommates closer together. It… ehh…” He wrung his hands while he searched for the right words. “It encourages relationships… After a month or so, I’m sure you’ll love the system.”
“Over there,” he pointed “Is your kitchen. You can prepare meals and eat here, or if you’d rather not cook yourself, visit the cafeteria. I’m sure your roommates will be glad to take you there sooner or later. On the wall, obviously, is your TV. Feel free to watch TV or hang out with your roommates here. There’s also a few common areas, a rec room, and a pool. Those are all fun places to meet new ponies.”
Dr. Morris walked over to the dressers. “This is where you’ll store your belongings. I believe yours is that one.” He pointed to the one third from the left. “You all share a vanity. I’m sure you’ll spend a lot of time sitting here.” He patted the stool. “There’s also a little closet in the corner, for special outfits that shouldn’t be stuffed into drawers. I’m not sure if you saw that when coming in.” He glanced at the silver watch on his wrist and groaned. He actually seemed like he was enjoying himself earlier, but now he looked saddened. “I have something to attend to, unfortunately. Girls, I hope you treat your new roommate well! I will check up on you shortly. Bye bye.” Dr. Morris made a quick exit.
Your new roommates surrounded you again, lighting you up with more personal, prying questions…
…

>>42563945
Six Months Later
...
Your slowly opened your eyes and looked over at the pony with whom you lay in a tangle with. You spent all last night playing, and it seemed she was still a little tired out. Her name was Graceful Waltz, but you and the other girls called her “Gracie” most of the time. You leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Gracie, wake up. It’s the big day.”
Graceful Waltz was the closest friend you had. You spent most of your time with her. She had also been a male before this had happened (your other roommates did not disclose the information, although you suspected that they were former males as well). She was a slender pony, smaller than you and your other roommates, She was a caramel color, with a pretty reddish orange mane that she kept in a curled bob. You rose from the bed quietly and walked to the closet. You slid the door open to view the dress that was custom made for you. Dr. Morris had taken you to a tailor and had them take your measurements and design a dress for you. All of your roommates agreed that it was “just sooo you!” Dr. Morris was so nice. You hoped you’d seen him again after today. He had been so wonderful to you. It felt just terrible thinking that you’d never see him again.
Today, a handful of very rich people, both men and women, were visiting to select their very own Pony Pet. Dr. Morris said he had a good feeling that you would be selected. You heard stirring in the bed, and saw your roommates rise. You walked over to the kitchen to prepare what was likely one last breakfast for the four of you.
You walked completely naturally now, a sexy sway in your step. Your ass rocked gently from side to side, and your tail swished enticingly. Sometimes when you knew someone was watching you, you would swish your tail a little too high, exposing your sex.
What were you going to eat today? Maybe you’d make a salad for the four of you, with a side of hay-fries. That sounded good. You were vegetarian now. Frankly it was a little disgusting to think that you had ever had meat before… Eww… Now it was all veggies, with some sweets every now and then. You didn’t indulge in those as often as Velvet, another one of your roommates who had a huge sweet tooth. You needed to watch your figure.
You committed to the salad and hay-fries, and one by one your roommates began to wake up to the wonderful smell. Before you knew it, you were sitting down with all of your friends, eating and getting a little teary. Was your time together really coming to an end? You all shared silly stories to get the tears to stop. You finished your meal in laughter.

>>42563949
You sat down in front of the vanity and pursed your lips. You had to look as cute as possible. You really wanted to stay with your friends and with Dr. Morris, but you needed a master. You all did. Obviously, a first impression was huge on any would-be master, so you needed to look perfect. You did your lashes and spritzed yourself with an expensive perfume. You and your roommates pooled all your bits together to buy it from the in-house beauty store.
You did actually end up finding yourself a little bit of a job during your time at the factory. You did domestic work, mostly cleaning. It was boring, but the pay was fine. At first you were annoyed by the uniform that you had to wear while performing your duties- a black and white maid’s uniform- but you soon found that you enjoyed wearing the pretty, silky, uniform. You liked the way it felt, and the soft rustling it made when you moved, and the way men (even Dr. Morris) looked at you when they asked you to do a task for them.
You got up from the vanity to let the next mare have her turn.
Now it was time to take out your dress. It was so wonderful. It was purple in color, with a lighter purple trim. The sleeves poofed out at your shoulders, with some cute little frills hanging down. The neckline was similar; although this time the frills were in a darker purple fabric. The dress exploded around you in a bell-like shape. You would say that it was medium length. It certainly wasn’t the shortest dress you had worn (oh no!) but it still wasn’t long enough to completely cover your hind legs and it lacked a huge train. You loved the way it sounded when you made a step, and any movement made the dress look like it was sparkling!
The other mares had finished by now, so you all took your dresses and went down to the spa. Today, there was no shortage of workers. Still, you managed to find your favorite girl: Miranda. You had come back fairly frequently, and you always enjoyed chatting with her. Sometimes you talked about fashion, other times music, but she most often asked you about stallions, and you asked her about boys. Yes, there were indeed stallions in the factory, but about 90% of the ponies were mares. Even then, some of the stallions were gay, so it was rather hard for a mare to get laid. You often turned to lesbian encounters, especially with your roommates. It seemed to be that this sort of behavior was encouraged. These trysts were fun, but you found that a mare could not compare to a nice stallion. Despite the difficulty, you managed to have a handful of encounters with stallions. You blushed as you thought of them.

>>42563950
What style should you put your mane and tail in today? Should you put them both in a single braid? Maybe you should leave them loose and use a big bow. You asked Miranda for her input, and she said she had an idea. She quickly rolled your mane and tail up in curlers, and put you underneath a huge domed shaped hair dryer. “I’ve got a lovely color for your hooves in mind.” She selected a nice color that worked well with your dress. It was a reddish purple. “Burgundy” was what Miranda called it. After an ample amount of time, she removed the hair dryer and let down the curlers. She brushed out your mane and tail, leaving in with thick, rolling curls. Then Miranda took two locks from your left and right temple, pulling it back and tying it with a big blue bow, the ends of which were long and floppy and drooped down to your shoulders. You then put on your lovely dress. With your mane, tail, and hooves done, and in your dress, you felt so beautiful and elegant.
Finished, you gushingly thanked her for all of her work and bid her a short but heartfelt goodbye.
Now it was time for you and your friends to head to the stately ballroom. You had never been there before, as it was off limits to all ponies but those “graduating”. In other words, only ponies that were going to be selected by masters (or mistresses) were allowed to enter. But you had heard rumors of how beautiful it was.
The rumors were true. The room was huge. The ceilings were high and vaulted, and the floors were made of a beautiful polished wood. Large round tables covered with silk tablecloths surrounded the dance floor. The whole place looked expensive. All of the ponies were lined up on one side of the ballroom, and given a number to pin to their dress. Yours was “14”. There seemed to be around thirty ponies. In this particular batch, there were only three stallions present. On the other side of the room was a throng of people. All of them were men, save one woman clad in a beautiful red dress. You knew that some ponies wouldn’t be picked, and you hoped that you weren’t one of the unlucky ones. You could see a number of the factory managers standing next to the potential owners, including Dr. Morris. Apparently they had a meeting and meal before the ponies were brought in.
Then they all came over and had a field day with the ponies. Masters gauged potential pets, looking at them and holding small interviews with them to see if they would fit well in their home.

>>42563955
Quite a few came up to talk to you. One that caught your eye was a man who was tall and spindly. He had clear blue eyes and blonde hair, cut short on the sides and left long on the top. He seemed like Hitler’s perfect man. Another man that came over to you seemed to be a Latino, and not from the United States. Maybe Brazil? One of them looked a little like a guy who you thought would browse 4chan… He was tall enough, but lacked muscle and had thick glasses. He had an ok beard, cropped close to his face. He was probably in some tech startup company. That was the only way he could afford this. Finally, there was a huge black guy. You blushed as he approached you, remembering what Miranda had told you about black guys. Months and months before, you would have been disgusted, and probably would have insulted her… But now… You looked up at him, smiling and biting your lip. You were glad that all of the guys were tall… You didn’t want to be with some short guy nerdy guy.
The time for the customers and product to mingle was over, and now it was the moment of truth. Would you be picked?
Your heart began to pound. The room was silent. Then, the customers raised their little placards with the pony they desired’s number on them. Your eyes scanned the room… No one held your number…
But wait! Someone was holding up your number! But you didn’t even notice him! He didn’t even come up to talk to you!
You made your way across the dance floor as quickly as possible.
The man was wearing a nice tailored suit. He was the perfect combination of height and weight. His has was brown, and slicked back, and he wore a red tie. His teeth were impeccable. He was gorgeous.
“H-hello?”
The man knelt down. “Hi.” His voice was smooth.
“Did you pick me?”
“Of course I did. I’m holding your number, right?” He chuckled.
“But why didn’t you… Why didn’t you come to talk to me?” Your voice cracked cutely.
“I didn’t need to. I knew it was going to be you from the moment I saw you. You were the one I wanted.”
You felt butterflies in your stomach, and your heart melt. A romantic, huh.
“Oh… I…”
“Shhhh…” The man put his finger to his lips.
You looked up at him, swooning, fluttering your lashes. You finally had a master. You had graduated. You were complete. You gave him a sweet smile, and you knew that you were ready to fully begin your new life.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YuI6FBiyFPQMtUg0pjx0oppgWYW_qyUcKsSW31uh49g/preview

>>42561498
Anon's so hungry for transformation he could be a horse.

>>42562243
A bathorse of course.

>>42564328
Neck yourself, sharty nigger

>>42562326
Nah, it's funnier this way.

>>42563424
In Equestria regular horses are irregular horses.

>>42564143
Anon horse asserting their dominance by being taller than everypony.

>>42564952
Even Celestia?

Anon was the product of an attempt to make a homunculus using magic, dark magic, pony parts/blood and soul energy. normally a homunculus just has a facsimile of a soul made from the soul energy of their creator, making them a step above golems but still under real people. In Anon's case his creator's went a step beyond, trying to draw soul energy/a full soul from 'beyond' to further empower their creation, it went wrong/awry and ended up with anon's soul being implanted into the homunculus in some form either his full soul or just a copy/energy of it.
So instead of getting their evil fake pony they got a real person spawned from a fake body. he looks like an alicorn because they used blood/parts from all 3 tribes, making him a false alicorn. fake pony, fake alicorn.

>>42566034
>walking around on Earth
>anon's soul gets sucked the fuck out
>he leaves his human body behind, dead and probably face down and ass up
>get shunted into an alicorn body
>he freaks out
>his autistic screeching amplified by the giga-levels of alicorn magic accidentally nuke Chrysalis and Sombra
>accidentally flies away, badly
>the two villains are left in a smouldering crater of rubble, wondering what the fuck happened
>anon, now anonicorn, meanwhile ends up crashing into, and through, Canterlot Castle
>gets found by Celestia
>he knocked himself out
>new alicorn peaks her interest
>gets to stay in the castle if he behaves
>she finds entertainment in how he ruins the nobles' expectation with his inability to read social cues

>Anon has some delicious existential angst about his soul, is he actually himself or just a
>All that magic dumped onto a human soul lead to a violent reaction causing the newly 'born' anon to go practically supernova, too much disharmonious magic paired with a human soul suddenly able to use a shit ton of that kind of power = occult nuke
>Sombra & Chrysalis abandon their project and run for it leaving anon alone and isolated from his creators, completely depowered after the berserker tier crash out
>you end up with an anonstallion that has no idea how to use his body, how to process a human consciousness getting non-human feedback, no innate pony magic or concept of how to tap into it yet looking like a pony demigod in appearance
>The guy is as much a mess as the creation of this body was

>main equestria is layered atop, beneath and beside a few other dimensions in a neat cluster
>when beings from two separate dimensions get jiggy with it, reality glitches a bit
>crossing dimensional lines to bang means your potential offspring will carry a warped frequency so to speak
>this leads to such fun events as non-pony souls reincarnating in pony bodies and/or souls from the forbidden dimensions getting yanked through the gap to occupy your cross reality baby as a vessel

>"Let's play hide and seek" Shouted one of the other young colts enthusiastically, his proposal met with cheers and everyone ran off to hide,
>"You be it first k?" asked Your friend, running off before you could even agree
>Something comes to mind, you've done this before, a long time ago in your human life you used to play hide and seek with your friends too
>You put your hooves over your eyes and start counting,
>"time to play again?" You mutter to youself, different friends, different world, same games....

Still working on the twilight filly adoption story, it's coming along well. Just passed 4k words and i think I've settled on the actual story i want to go for. I was kinda getting stuck with writers block there. Should be a good story

>>42566236
They all ran to a friend's house to play there and used the game as a ruse to leave you behind

>>42566290
Awesome!

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She won't be happy until every human has turned into a pony.

>>42566949
How long will it take her to accomplish her goals?

>>42551306
literally just wanted to say that
Cozy Glow threads pop up constantly, she is a character with a fanbase but there's basically no tf art with her
i think i saw like maybe one or two pics?

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>>42567141
I count 4 bits of art (and 2 memes).

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>>42567004
The total ponification of a planet takes 3 generations. Celestia is very patient with her future subjects and gently eases them into their new role as her ponies.

>>42567149
Exactly! That needs fixing.

>you quietly snore in your crib, dreaming pony dreams
>needless to say, they involve a lot of carrots and racing around fields
>you are jolted awake when a pasty fat man bursts through the door, holding what looks like a geiger counter
>oh god it's that horsefucker you met last week
>whythehellishehere.jpg
>"Ha-ha! I -knew- someone else had gotten to Equestria!" he declares
>he holds up the geiger counter, scanning the room
>"Alright, fellow human, you can come out! I have so many questions to ask--"
>he holds the geiger counter up to you, and his face contorts in confusion
>"Wait...that can't be right..."

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>"Yes your highness she has your exact cutie mark!"
>"Neat, this her twilight?"
>"Yes sir!"
>The prince doesn't curse. especially not at children.
>She must have misheard, surely.

>"Go fuck yourself."
>"HA." he snorts
>"Fuck me I've missed this, You'd think Tirek would at least be able to cope with human humour but he just sulks in his cage when I visit him. You make one dead baby joke..."
>He kneels down, on those disgusting giant legs.
>"Its been... a thousand or so years for me, no clue how or why before you ask, and honestly most of it was a blur."
>Anon gives a pensive look at Anonfilly, smirking the whole time which only serves to piss her off more.
>"Where the fuck is sunbutt?"
>"No clue!" he declares.
>Twilight is sat on her haunches meekly watching the scene play out.
>Her beloved teacher and Prince has never once spoke this crass or so open with another pony, not even her.
>Who in his name was this filly?
>"I looked for her for a long ass time, she just up and vanished after banishing Luna, i got here about a week or so after Luna got zapped." he adjusts his wings as he sits, vile. hes become accustomed to that gross body.
>"So what, you've been in charge for the past millenium?" Anonfilly asks, incredulous. this was just getting worse.
>He grins.
>"Yup. A real gary stu."
>She frowns harder, somehow.
>"Oh don't scowl, its too cute on you Anon."
>"Fuck you."
>"Don't sweat, I was hands-off with everything for awhile, copied everything sunbutt did. As best I can mind you, I think sunset got upset with me for a different reason though and god, Luna was very unhappy to see me after Twiggle and co rainbow-blasted her."

>Anonicorn meets anonmare
>Anonicorn knows
>Anonmare knows he knows
>Anonicorn laughs
>Anonmare seethes and once again considers suicide

>>42567260
That's a great schedule for an immortal alicorn but I can't wait that long!

It all starts after an airship crash. Anon is the sole survivor. He's pulled out of the wreckage barely conscious and wakes up in a hospital some time later, feeling a little bit off.
While he was out, the ponies figured out he was not on the passenger list, nor are there any records of a pony with his name or identifying features anywhere.
He walks and talks like a pony, can't remember ever being anything but a pony, yet still can't help feeling a little off. That, and he keeps swiping at things with his hooves and knocking them off, somehow expecting the item to stick but of course it doesn't.
So he's a weirdo and a bit creepy, but really not a bad pony. The knocking things off is written off as minor brain damage. Nopony ever figures out how he came to be on the airship. All that put together is enough that he can't get a job, no matter how hard he tries.
Until the princesses themselves step in. He ends up hired as a janitor in the castle, very much as a diversity hire due to his brain damage diagnosis. There, he feels a bit useless since the other ponies are much better at what they do but he manages.

>>42567260
>he thinks earthlings will be welcomed as her future subjects instead of as slaves or as foreigners who are held to higher standards than equestrian nationals

>>42564973
Horse yeah.

>>42566290
Beat!

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>>42568196
*neat

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>You are anon.
>Yesterday was complete shit.
>Had to work the nightshift for once, and the store gets robbed.
> Boss blames you for not stopping him and you get fired.
>Well nothing can be done about it now, just get up and look for a new one.
>As you try to roll out of the bed it feels like you hit a railing or something.
>You open your eyes and see wood bars.
"Crap am I in prison?"
>"Oh you're awake."
>You look and see what looks like a really long horse with antlers and oversized tooth.
>It picks you up by your leg with its tail.
>"I'm discord God of Chaos and Current ruler of Equestria."
>Are you high? what is going on.
"Where am I?" you try to say
>But it just comes out as something inaudable.
>"Aww adorable."
>"You see I found outside and something about you just screams chaos. So I think I'll keep you with me for a while."

>Wait a god of chaos, equestria, and you can't talk what is going on.
>You try to speak again but nothing comes out that could even remotely be called a sentence.
>"You know I think you being a pegasus would be a bit more fitting."
>Pegasus? Flying horse?
>This "Discord" snaps his what looks like talons and you can feel two growths on your back.
>You crane your next to look and...you have wings, and fur.
>"See lovely aren't they, not much use in them as a foal but you'll grow....no I think unicorn might be best"
>Wait what?
>He snaps his talons again and the wings disapear and your forehead feels a bit heavier.
>"Yes, you are just an adorable little thing"
>He brings you to a mirror and you see your a small horse or pony or something...
>More to the point your small and wearing a diaper. Wait he said foal didn't he.

>>42568215
>Discord sets you on the floor in front of the mirror.
>You stare at yourself a light purple coat, dark blue eyes, and a lighter blue mane with a white streak in it.
>"You know I just thought about it and you don't have a name do you."
>Well you do have a name but considering the past two attempts of talking might be a moot point to try.
>You stare up at him as he just towers over you with his paw rubbing his beard.
>"I guess I could just call you..."
>If he is a god of chaos its probably going to be something insane like "XXer".
>"Anonymous."
>You cock your head at that.
>How the fuck did he do that.
>"Perfect."
>Discord picks you back up and sets you back inside the crib.
>"You go ahead and get back to sleep. Tomorrow, when ever I decide that will happen, I will show you around my palace."
>You have so many questions. How did you get here? Whats going on? Why am I so tired?"
>But you're too tired to even try and ask them right now.
>You just lay down and return to bed.

>Its the next morning.
>Or you assume next in the time span of your waking up you saw the sun rise and drop withing seconds of each other.
"What is going on."
>again nothing but garbled mess.
>"Finally awake are you. Its been three weeks, if you count a normal cycle anyways."
>You try to stand up from the bed but just fall right onto your face.
>Discord picks you up with his tail again and sets you on his shoulder.
>"Lets go, I have to listen to the earth ponies complain about food again today. I still don't see why they don't eat the candy coming out from the clouds."
>Candy coming out of clouds? thats pretty funny.
>You give a slight giggle at that.
>"See even a foal thinks its fine, I don't understand them sometimes."
>He begins walking down a long checkered corridor with a single door at the end of it.
>The closer you got to the door the larger it became.
>"And here we are the throne room."
>Discord opens the door to what looks like an extremely large bathroom.
>"Oops wrong throne room."
>He recloses the door.
>"Have to give it a minute."

>>42568219
>He sits there waiting.
>"I hate the waiting part."
>He opens the same door and it leads to a room with a few ponies at one side and an asymmetrical throne on the other.
>"All right what are you all whining about now."
>He says as he sits on his throne and setting you off his shoulder and onto the floor besides him.
>One of the ponies comes forward saying discord needs to let the sun and moon set in an ordered fashion or there won't be any food for the ponies to eat.
>"And we can't just eat the candy that falls from the sky."
>The stallion apparently heard that one allot.
>Discord was stroking his beard again thinking of a rebutle.
>"But if they go threw a cycle at normal times where is the surprise in that."
>He says ignoring the obvious issue of food.
>You can feel something scratching the back of your head.
>You look behind you and see discord is trying to get you to play with his tail.
> You try and grab it but just fall over as he moves it out of reach.
>You can hear him chuckling between trying to talk with the distraught farmer.
>You lost focus in the conversation and are just trying to catch that tail.
>"Well this was fun and all but this is boring so I'm going to just leave now."
>Discord had said that so matter of factly and picked you up put on his shoulder and began to leave.

>As he left you looked back to see discord had teleported them all out of the room.
>"Maybe if they were a bit more optimistic they wouldn't be complaining so much.I mean it could be worse."
>You had nodded your head in agreement. You're not entirely sure why but you like how everything is here. Its unexpected and fun.
>"Well then little Anon, We should probably get something to eat."
>Your stomach had growled in response.
>"I'll take that as a yes."
>He then snapped his lion paw and formed a bottle from thin air.
>"Not a single pony out their would ever guess I would know how to feed a colt."
>You ignore him and reach for the bottle nearly falling off his shoulder.
>"Well you really are hungry."
>With his arm he brings the bottle to your mouth and feeding it to you.
> It tastes like chocolate milk.
>"I think having you around is going to make all of this slightly less dull. I can feel it."

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>>42568178
Being Celestia's pony slave is still better than being even a very rich human.

>>42568545
>Get to fly to the castle
>Celestia stretches your tailhole with her 72 inch marecock whenever she wants (good cardio!)
>Free cake sometimes
>Cage is soft and has a nice view of the stars
>Sometimes you get water

>>42568545
It is better to be rich in hooves than rich in money.

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>>42568583
Most kind Celestia behavior.

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>>42567141
I can think in a worst case of this

>>42568932
Who is this and why do you want to turn into her?

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>>42569314
Because is perfection incarnated

>My humanity and masculinity leaving my body when a stallion calls me a pretty mare and invites me on a date.
>My humanity and masculinity shattering when a stallion tells me he would like at least three foals.

>You are an Anon
>Last night you drank quite a bit with some friends, far more than you usually do and blacked out
>Now all you can feel is a massive headache
>Roll onto your side groaning
>Wait... Is this a bed you're sleeping in?
>*Oh God...* You hesitate to open your eyes
>Excessive amounts of alcohol + Waking up in a bed never works out well
>You decide to bite the bullet and strain an eye open, seeing nothing but the edge of the bed and some furniture, the room is dark
>You roll over, expecting to see a landwhale at best, instead you just see perhaps the largest bed you've ever slept on
>Come to think of it, this isn't THE largest bedroom you've been in, but it's definitely up there
>Sitting up you open both eyes and catch a strand of hair in your eyes, not too unusual in the morning, your roommate always did say you'd look better with short hair
>The only problem is it's blue, but hey that's what happens when you black out at a party, even if it's just a small get-together
>You sit up and rub your eye while yawning and stretching
>Hold on a sec, why can't you feel your fingers
>You look at your hand.... Err, hoof now
>And promptly scream
>That's when the fuckhuge door slams open and in comes an orange.... Pony?
>You scream again and the pony quickly leaps onto the bed, letting you see just how fuckhuge SHE is, and goes straight to rubbing your nose with her own
"Shhhhh, shhhhh, it's okay! It's okay sweetie! You just had a bad dream is all!" she says, trying to calm you down
>It takes more than soothing words from a giant horse to calm you down
>You're in tears now as you frantically look around and down at what of you isn't tucked under the blankets
>Oh boy, look at that color variation! Your chest is blue too! Though, a darker blue than the hair that's still obscuring the top of your vision
>And you also seem to have grown a lot of chest hair overnight.... Or more likely a whole fur coat.
>You look back up at the orange pony still trying to calm you down, her words lost to you
>You're obviously drunk, and God is putting you back to bed
>Out like a light, you collapse backwards, the orange pony's worried face being the last thing you see before slipping back into unconsciousness

https://poneb.in/Ff3S0knd

>>42570609
>You sit upright in a panic, panting
>*That was one crazy ass dream, no more alcohol on Sundays*
>Turning to get up, you spot that orange pony from before
>*Oh no....* Yup, kiddo. That wasn't a dream, nor is this
>It looks as if she had just collapsed from where you sort of remember her being, it's kind of sweet.... A bit more scary
>Behind you, you hear a loud sound, snoring, and as you turn to look you see a blue pony, this one looks to be male, sounds it too
>Carefully, you worm your way out from under the blanket covering you, neither of the other two who look like they just plopped on the bed, just you
>You cross your eyes, there's that blue hair again
>Push that shit out of the way, only to find it comes almost right back
>Whatever, you stand up and look over the two massive ponies on either side of you and spot some rays of orange sunlight coming in from a window past the blue one
>You try to walk towards the light only to trip and fall
>This is nothing like having two legs, nor does it help that all four of your new ones seem to be pretty weak
>Rather than bother trying to stand back up again, you merely lay and wait, contemplating your place in the universe
>This lasts all of thirty seconds before you hear a shuffling to your left and turn to see the orange pony waking up, stretching out her... Wings?
>Awesome, a Pegasus! While you'd never admit it to your friends, you unfortunately did watch MLP from time to time.... About 9am on Saturdays as well as any other time you managed to catch it with nobody around, and Pegasi were by far the superior ponies
>She rubs the sleep from her eyes and looks down at you smiling before whispering, "Good morning, sweetie, are you okay? You had us both more than a bit scared last night."
>"Honestly, I'm more confused than afraid by this point."
>That's what you meant to say, what you actually said sounds much more like the incoherent ramblings of a drunk... Now, is that from all of the alcohol or from being a pony?
>All the same, she seems to get the general jist behind what you said and lightly wraps her forelegs around you, patting your back, "Don't worry, sweetie, it'll be all right. I'm sure we'll find out where your parents live soon, and then you can go back to living with them."
>*Wait what? I moved out of my parents' house for college two years ago... Wait, that's right, I'm a pony now.*
>You just stare at her confusedly
>"But in the meantime, just think of me as your mommy," she says with a reassuring smile.
>"My mommy? Just who exactly do you think you're talking to, some kid?"
>More babbling, and this time she takes it the wrong way and hugs you again
>"Oh, I can already tell we're going to get along great!"
>You just sit dumbfounded and hear the blankets shifting behind you
>"Oh, is she awake?" a masculine voice asks tiredly behind you
>*WAIT, SHE?*

>>42570613
>Their conversation takes the back seat while you look down and confirm the worst
>You've lost your greatest friend, your fuckstick
>I-It's so heartbreaking.... After all of the great times you two have been through.... It's just... So sad....
>You mourn for the loss of your wingdang doodle, crying to yourself
>Seriously, this shit is depressing. Now who will point you to clues?
>The two larger ponies both wrap you in their combined embrace, the orange one shhh'ing and speaking words of how it'll be okay, the blue one letting her do all the talking but does start licking the top of your head
>Y'know, this actually feels pretty damn good, and your tears begin to stop
>The orange pony wipes the last of your tears away while the blue one continues licking, and with your sight no longer blurred by your own tears, you see that you've managed to make her teary-eyed as well
>Fifty points for Gryffindor!... Wait, no this isn't snarky one-liner time, you actually feel sorry for her
>You lean towards her, hooves outstretched, and fall forward, settling on hugging her leg
>You hear the blue one chuckle and the orange one "D'awwww." How sick
>"Honey, can you go make breakfast? I'd like to stay here with her to make sure she doesn't get scared again."
>"Sure thing, I'll call you out when it's done... Uhh, what should I make for her?"
>Orange'y looks down at you with a smile and back up, "Just warm up some milk and put it in a cup for now. We'll get some supplies today when the stores open up."
>She props you back upright and starts grabbing your lips with the amazing dexterity of hooves
>No seriously, she just grabbed with a flat surface, what the hell? Fuck it, it's magic. Fucking magic
>She peers inside your mouth and nods, "Yup, definitely milk. She's got no teeth."
>While this invasion of privacy goes on, you barely spot the blue pony leaning over you and kissing the orange one on the head then feel a kiss on your own head, "All right then, have fun you too. I'll be done in a jiffy."
>More ruffling of blankets, a wooden door opening, and he was gone, you still staring up at the orange pony
>"So, uhh... Hey there, baby."
>She only smiles at your babbling
>This sucks, you can't pick up chicks anymore... Nevermind the fact that you apparently are on now

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>>42570622
>You two have just been cuddling the past few minutes
>More like she was cuddling you, you were still trying to make sense of things
>Then you heard the call, "Breakfast's ready!" from out the door
>You both look at the door then back to each other and the orange pony smiles, getting off of the bed and picking you up by the back your neck with her mouth, surprisingly it doesn't hurt but nonetheless you still squirm a bit
>Then as she stifles a laugh you stop and just pout at the world
>As you and and her cross through the door, you're met with a decent sized, what you can only assume to be, living room
>Two sofa chairs, a decent sized couch, a fireplace, and a window looking out on a neighborhood made of.... Clouds?
>*HOLY FUCKSHIT I'M IN CLOUDSDALE!*
>You outstretch your hooves towards the window and begin squirming again, you wanna see Cloudsdale
>But it seems the orange pony has other plans for you and you're taken out of the living room into the kitchen
>There's a fridge, a stove, a sink, some counters, and a square table with chairs that are much more cushiony than you remember most chairs being and the seat of the chair lower than you're used to seeing
>And even better, another window which you immediately change your focus to
>The blue pony sees you and laughs lightly, "Sorry sweetie, but you can go outside once we're done breakfast."
>You accept the ultimatum and are set on the table, immediately receiving a kiss from the orange pony on the cheek as she takes a seat in the chair next to you, and you see why there's lowered seats on them
>Joining you on the table is two plates of vegetables, two glasses of what you can only assume to be orange juice, and a glass of milk
>Remembering what was said in the bedroom, you assume this is for you so you start to walk towards it only to fall over again
>*Oh right, weak legs, of course*
>You make due with crawling towards the glass and get some chuckles from the other two

>>42570623
>Once you finish your long trek to the milk glass, you reach for it only to see the orange pony quickly pick it up and sit you up, "Nuh uh uh, you might spill it. Honey, can you..."
>"Already on it," and as you turn to see what he's talking about he wraps a wash cloth around your neck as an improvised bib
>She thanks him and they kiss then her attention is back on you as she slowly eases the glass towards your mouth, "All right, open up now... I know you're not used to drinking from a glass, but I'm sure you can do it!"
>*Oh, sure, thanks for the vote of confidence. Tell me, why is there a rag around my neck?*
>You open your mouth and she tips the glass, pouring some warm milk into your mouth and more of it onto your mouth and the wash cloth, you blame her for this mess
>Once you manage to get what can only amount to a few sips, she sets the glass down and wipes your mouth with the rag, "See? I knew you could do it!"
>Damn straight
>Breakfast goes on with her giving you a bit more to drink here and there, by the end of it only using half of the milk and those two eating and drinking and talking, most of which you ignore in favor of staring out the window
>Eventually, your day dreaming is ended by the blue pony grabbing you by the scruff of your neck, startling you, and you being set on his back, nice and snug between his two wings
>He smiles at you as the orange pony gets to putting the dishes and cups in the sink, the milk glass going into the fridge for later
>Once everything is all said and done blue and orange make for the living room again and you catch yourself staring towards the window again until you feel the orange pony nosing your side

>>42570627
>In turning towards her, you spot that the front door of the house is open and outside it's... It's beautiful
>For one, the ground is clouds. The sky is perfectly blue above, the sun shining down with no clouds blocking it. All around, you see Pegasi, and this gives you an idea as you turn around and see that you too are a Pegasus! Fuck yeah!
>If you couldn't feel the massive grin on your face as your wings flutter with excitement, the look of your two caretakers definitely would have given it away, the two smiling back at you
>"Well, we'd better hurry... Who knows how long until she has to go..." The blue pony says after a while and the orange one quickly nods as they set off, you still riding around on Blue's back and taking in the cloud-covered buildings.
>As the two walked alongside each other, occasionally leaning their heads against each other and periodically giving you some affection, the question eventually came up, "So, what should we call her?" asked Blue.
>This conversation topic piqued your interest
>"Should we be coming up with a name for her? I mean, she's not ours..."
>"Well if we can't find her parents, she might become ours. Besides, having a name for her would be nice, y'know?"
>"I guess you're right... How about your cousin's name?"
>"Anny?"
>*Anny? Excuse me, the name's Anon!*
>If your disagreement with the name appeared on your face, they didn't notice it
>"Yeah, Anny! It's a nice name, and I'm sure Anny would love it, especially after she named her son after you."
>You groan but they're too caught up in their own conversation to notice, *Not being able to talk sucks*
>"Well, I guess when you put it that way, sure. Anny it is."

>>42570630
>Orange turns to you and smiles, "How do you like that name?"
>Rather than make her upset when you can't offer your own input, you just put on a smile and nod your head pseudo-enthusiastically
>If you never heard a pony squee before, you certainly have now as she claps her hooves together
>And seeing her so happy over such a little thing, you can't help but genuinely feel good about yourself
>Jesus, what's happening to you?
>Blue seems genuinely happy to see your response as well, but nowhere near as happy as Orange despite her initial protest
>The three of you continue going along with those two talking about plans and you still being amazed by the fact that you are literally riding on a pony that is walking on a cloud
>But alas, like all good things, this too must come to an end as they near Wal?Mare and he goes back to walking on an actual floor, you can only assume the buildings have floors to keep the occupants from falling when it rains or something along those lines
>Blue grabs a shopping cart and Orange sets you into the seat, which you're a bit small for but you still fit in and are buckled in
>You can't remember the last time you were in this seat, or if you ever were. Most of your memories involving shopping carts have you either standing on the end or in Blue's position with one foot on the bar and the other kicking at the ground to see how fast you could get

>>42570635
>It's still nice to see everything going on from this perspective, though, and Blue makes quite a bit of silly faces as he and Orange shop, some of which are just dumb and some of which make you genuinely laugh, sometimes they both apply
>The one downside to sitting in this position is you can't see what it is that they're getting, no matter how much you strain your head to see what's in the basket
>It might have paid off to listen to these two when they weren't just talking to you, because that's likely when they planned all of this. All you're getting now is idle chatter, silly faces, and occasional questions of "This or this?"
>Shopping time ends and the cart, including you, is brought up to the register where you spot a Whatchamacallit!
>That's right, an actual Whatchamacallit! No punny name, this is a direct bring over from Earth, and with Odin as your witness, you shall have it!
>You immediately start stretching towards the mystical Whatchamacallit with hooves outstretched, grunting, making babbling instead of shouting "Hey! Hey! I want that! Gimme THAT! I want that Whatchamacallit! Right there, underneath the Filly Bottle Pops!"
>"Awww, she's adorable!" you hear the cashier comment, "How old is she?"
>"We're not too sure, we just found her last night," replies Orange behind you as Blue looks towards where your grabbing
>"Found her? That's horrible!"
>"Yeah, she was just laying outside on the ground, shivering. We don't know who her parents are or where they live." Blue looks back at you then towards the candy, holding a hoof over the Filly Bottle Pop
>"If you ask me, you should just keep her. She looks just like you two, his coat, your mane. Besides, if her actual parents just left her outside like that, I don't think they should be allowed to have foals anymore."

>>42570638
>"I wouldn't go that far, but... We do hope that we can't find her parents. We never had a foal of our own, but we have wanted one! We even thought of adopting." You rapidly shake your head *No! No! Not that one! Below it!* Blue seems to notice and hovers his hoof over the Whatchamacallit and you quickly nod your head *Yes! Yeeess! Yyyeeeeesssss!* The video is already playing in your head, you are M. Pony
>"Well, I'd certainly call this adopting. And that'll be..."
>"Wait!" It was Blue, HE HAD THE WHATCHAMACALLIT! "Don't forget this."
>"Honey, do you really think we should get that for her?"
>Blue shrugs, "I just can't say no to that face."
>"Well, she can have it on me," said the cashier
>"Oh, no, that's fine I can pay for it," said Orange
>"No, it's on me. Call it a birthday present."
>You were too focused on smiling at Blue to hear the rest of the conversation and you could feel your tail wagging on your own... Oh yeah, you have a tail now! How on Ear- Equestria did you forget that?
>A tap on the back of your head brought you out of your trance and you turned to the side to see the cashier and that was about as far as you could turn
>"And what do you say to the nice mare?"
>"Thank you" More incoherent babbling
>"Aww, no problem." She reached over and ruffled your mane
>"You be good for these two, now, and you can consider the debt paid."
>Best deal ever.
>Orange and Blue put on some saddlebags, which you could only assume had whatever they bought inside of them, and you were returned to Blue's back and given the Whatchamacallit with the top opened
>If you never pony squee'd before, you have now, even if you could only gum at the candy bar
>That familiar taste was the best thing ever

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>>42570646
>You're not entirely sure how long it took to get back to the house, but you're here now
>The entire trip back, all you can remember is the Whatchamacallit
>Once you hear the door close behind you you're snapped back to reality
>Or whatever it is you're in now
>And you're getting laughed at by both Blue and Orange
>"Looks like someone enjoyed their snack."
>Based on the amount of emphasis Orange placed on the word 'someone' you can only assume she's talking about you
>"Sorry honey," Blue says to Orange still laughing a bit at you, "I didn't think she'd get this messy."
>*Messy? What are they talking about?*
>Your confusion must be written on your face as Orange quickly heads out of the room and returns with a personal mirror, holding it up for you
>If only she knew that in doing so, she almost caused a heart attack
>Staring back at you in the reflection was a tiny blue foal, mouth hanging open in sheer amazement, with chocolate all over her face and barely holding essentially an entire Whatchamacallit towards her mouth
>I guess teeth really are required to eat candy bars
>Your incredibly large eyes are also blue, a shade between your coat and your lighter blue mane
>God damn this author is terrible at coming up with ponies, like seriously dude? All blue? Learn to be creative, you bastard
>Personal attack against my own person finished....
>You drop the candy bar and leans towards the mirror, hooves outstretched
>You wanna hold this mirror, you have to know that it's a mirror, there's no way that's you

>>42570651
>You weren't always the manliest of men, but.... But this?!
>Fortunately for you, Blue catches you with his wing just as you start to fall over
>"Whoop, gotchya! You gotta be more careful Anny."
>Orange looks to Blue and blurts out, "Can I give her the bath? I know we agreed that you would, but... Oh, honey I just can't stand to leave her side!"
>Blue smiles at Orange as the wing pushes you back onto the center of his back and you watch the conversation unfold with mild interest, it had been some time since you had woken up, and getting a shower was always the first thing on your to-do list
>"Of course. I'll clean up and unload the bags while you do that."
>She embraces his neck in a hug and the two kiss
>You never knew bath time was so special to ponies
>It's a bit strange but you don't get much time to think on the topic as Orange grabs you by the scruff of your neck and eagerly trots to the kitchen and to an opening past it into a small hallway, which is less of a hallway but more of a purposeless room with a door heading outside and a normal door heading to where you can only assume is the bathroom
>You inwardly 'Fuck yes' as your assumption proves correct
>You're set inside a fuckhuge bathtub that you can't see over the top of, but you're close
>Orange turns a knob with her amazingly dexterous hoof and you see water start pouring in from the spout and gradually filling up the water
>When the pooling water first touches you, you give a bit of a shriek from how cold it is and scurry to the opposite end of the tub, watching it
>Having a full coat of fur may be good for keeping you warm everywhere else, but it only makes cold water ten times worse
>Orange seems to notice your plight and turns another knob with a laugh and by the time the water reaches you again it's much more bearable
>*Oh praise the maker, they have water heaters!*

>>42570657
>You're gently nudged towards the center of the tub by one of Orange's hooves and you look up at her bemused, her back at you smiling delightfully
>She waits for the water to fill up before turning it off and getting to work, coating you in two gels from different bottles, you can only assume one for fur one for mane
>Of course, she doesn't make it a boring time
>It's fucking bath time
>You don't make bath time boring
>So between all of the scrubbing she tickles your stomach with her nose multiple times, both of you laughing, she gets some of the built up bubbles from all of the shampoo and fashions herself a bubble-beard which you laugh at, and the two of you get in a bit of a playful splashfight after a bit
>But bath time is for cleaning, so she does make sure to scrub you well and puts a lot of effort into getting the chocolate off of your face
>Overall, you think you wouldn't mind doing it again
>Once you're clean and all rinsed, she opens the stopper of the tub and picks you up in a towel, setting you on one laid out in front of the tub to keep you from soaking the floor
>*I guess this is why she was so open to the water fight*
>She rubs you down thoroughly with the second towel, getting you nice and squeaky clean, then lays you down on your back
>Your hooves idly kick at the air as you look up at her confused and she leans in, giving you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, "I'll be right back, Anny. Just stay right there."
>You find yourself giggling from the kiss and nod your head, getting a smile from her before she darts off out of the bathroom, quickly returning with a bag in her mouth

>>42570661
>"All right, now just stay like that sweetie," she says as she sets the bag down near you
>Curiosity gets the better of you and, while you remain on your back, you still look down to see what she's doing
>That's when she pulled out a diaper and set it down, open, near your flank
>You instantly started rocking back and forth, trying to get on your legs
>"Whoa whoa whoa hey! I don't need that thing!"
>Garbled words, you really need to stop doing that
>"Oh, shhhh, it's okay Anny, just stay on you're back and we'll be done before you even notice!"
>*I already did notice! And I don't need that thing!*
>You eventually manage to rock yourself onto your side and from there you quickly shakily get onto your hooves, plopping back down when you try to turn around
>She rolls you over again, "No, come on, just stay there and it'll be over soon, I promise!"
>You initially decline her offer, but as you see past her blue mane, you spot Blue dragging the blanket from their bed past the open bathroom door
>And holy shit, you didn't think you had a bladder that large as a human
>*All right... We'll do it your way, for now.*
>You stop your struggling and look off to the side while she places the diaper under you and coats the regions with foalpowder then closes up the diaper and picks you up in a hug
>"See? Now was that so hard?"
>You can't close your hindlegs and it feels awkward as all hell, but you shake your head anyway
>No one should have to clean that mess you saw, and Blue was a hell of a trooper to give up bath time to volunteer for that
>Orange holds you out and smiles, "You're so smart, your parents must have been teaching you a whole lot! Who knows, if you keep up at this rate, you might be able to start going to school before most fillies!"
>Oh hell no, you aren't doing school again, you served your time and were glad as hell when it was over
>The only reason you went to college was for the parties, and from what you saw they more often then not sucked
>She holds you close with a single foreleg and heads out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen, setting you down on the table before holding up a hoof, "Stay right there now. You don't wanna fall off and get a boo boo, do you?"
>As she leaves back towards the bedroom, you meet her half way and go across the table before sitting down, squirming a bit trying to get used to the built-in padding
>She eventually comes back with a camera but makes no comments regarding your move, "OKay now, say cheese."
>You just look at her as she snaps the camera, blinding you with the flash.

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>>42570668
>You blink your eyes repeatedly trying to see a different color than white and eventually it works
>You're met with Orange lining up another picture and quickly snap your eyes closed trying to prevent being blinded again
>Through your eyelids, you see no change in color after a few seconds and peak one open
>This is one crafty pony you're dealing with
>While your world returns to white, you hear her laughing then feel a familiar embrace
>"Sorry sweetie, but you're too cute to not take pictures of."
>You feel yourself lifted by a leg and held, blinking your eyes once more to clear your sight
>"All right, the sheets should be dried before nightfall." Blue says followed by the sound of a kiss
>"Thanks, dear. Here's the camera, the first one is for the poster, the other's for me." You can just hear her grin
>He laughs and then another kiss, your vision is finally starting to come back
>"Okay, if you say so. I'll try to find time to put some up while I'm at work."
>Your vision finally clears and, while you were expecting him to be wearing a suit of some sort after hearing the word work....
>He's still just blue with that strange mane that you can't quite put a color on, it reminds you of a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, though. You hope that's not his name
>"Thanks, have fun at work, and be safe."
>"You too, honey."
>Another kiss and Orange looks down at you, "Say bye bye to daddy, Anny."
>She assumes direct control of one of your forehooves and waves it for you, putting on a mock voice to say "Bye bye daddy."
>He kisses your forehead, "Bye bye Anny, see you soon."
>With all of your previous attempts at talking and eating, you figure you'll just give him a smile for the time being, at least you can manage that

>>42570676
>Blue heads out the door and Orange follows, still holding you, and waves to him as he flies off to do whatever it is that he does for a living
>And with that, it's just you and Orange again
>Heading back inside, she sets you on the table once again and makes her way to the stove, "Can Anny guess what I got?" she says trying to rouse your interest
>Despite how much you wish it's a steak or some pork ribs, you wouldn't be crossing your fingers even if you still had them
>"That's right," she says enthusiastically as she turns around, "A bottle!"
>*Oh good grief, will this ever end?*
>The foreseeable future answers no
>She comes and picks you up by the tuft of your neck with her mouth and takes you to the living room, laying down on the couch with you next to her on your back and ties an actual bib on you this time
>Glad to see her confidence in you's been boosted by last time
>"Now, open up for the train, choo choo!"
>You're beginning to see why children always have tantrums but open your mouth anyway, just hoping to get this over with as soon as possible
>The bottle nipple makes its way into your mouth and you close your mouth, sucking on the bottle, which comes creepily natural to you, and are rewarded with warm milk
>While Orange holds the bottle for you, she also strokes your mane gently and hums softly
>It's not until you're almost asleep that you realize it's a lullaby
>*Son of a...*
>Out like a light

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>>42570680
>"-think it'd be a great place for the three of you."
>Huh? What the hell happened?
>"Well, I'll definitely bring it up with him either tomorrow or when he gets home from work."
>All right, you were laying on the couch and Orange gave you a bottle and then...
>"Speaking of! I can probably even get him a job there so that won't be a problem!"
>You fell asleep
>"Oh my, really?"
>It's all coming back to you
>"Yup! And I'm telling you, the neighborhood is really nice. It's no Cloudsdale, but I think it'd be a lot safer there, at least until she can fly."
>You yawn and stretch out your legs, wings fluttering to get some blood flowing back there as well
>"Well, it looks like she's about to start flying any day now," you finally make out a distinct voice from Orange followed by two sets of laughter, one hers the other unfamiliar
>Finally you open your eyes and see that you're on Orange's stomach and look up at her smiling face
>"Enjoy your nap, Anny?"
>Memories of school talk keep you from answering so she just hugs you and sets you on your back, facing a pink pegasus with a salmon mane that sits across the couch from you and Orange
>"Well, good morning sleepy head, welcome back to the land of the living."
>You put on a smile while you begin trying to think of how long you were out and look over towards the window
>Orange nudges you with her nose and you look up at her, "Say hello to Flyingfish, Anny."
>Turning back to the pink pony, now named Flyingfish, you babble to her with the intent of saying "Whaddup homie."
>"D'awww, she's so sweet."
>Not being able to speak just become an advantage and you giggle at her response

>>42570690
>"Well if she's awake then I guess Cotton will be waking up soon, I had better get going."
>"Aww, I guess I'll see you later then Flying. Maybe Cotton and Anny can have a playdate at some point."
>"Of course, I think it'll be great! Though I'm busy tomorrow, how about the next day?"
>"Sure thing, see ya later Flying."
>You're set down on the couch while the two hug and Orange sees Flying off before coming back and laying around you on the couch
>You turn and hug her head and she hugs you with a single leg before grooming your mane
>It's just like when Blue did it and you instantly relax while she continues grooming you
>When it finally stops you look up at her, slightly annoyed that you can't just be groomed all day and she chuckles at you
>*Oh God, I'm turning into one of those spoiled brats*
>You make a note to avoid doing that sort of thing in the future
>She hops off the couch and picks you up by your neck again and for a moment you wonder if this is going to cause back problems at one point in your life
>Probably not since animals on Earth do it all the time
>Then again, you can't recall the last time you asked an animal if they had back problems
>Putting that out of your mind you find yourself on your back and that Orange is just finishing up with a diaper change
>You seriously hope these accidents are only happening in your sleep but you just know that, even if they have been localized to your sleep for the time being, they won't be forever
>Orange picks you up again once she's finished, this time with her leg, and carries you through that seemingly empty room where the bathroom is

>>42570694
>This time you notice a washboard in the corner and figure this is the laundry room
>You're taken outside through the backdoor and, while there's no grass or trees, there is a decent sized white picket fence going around the perimeter of what you can only assume to be the back 'yard'
>She sets you down onto the cloud-ground and nudges you, "Go off and play for now, sweetie. Mommy's gotta do the laundry."
>You nearly cry as you get nearer to the cloud before finding that you don't fall through it, but instead sink just the tiniest bit into it before being caught by some unnatural force
>Fucking magic
>Looking around to try and find out what she wants you to play with, you're eventually given an answer when a large, to you, inflatable ball is set down in front of
>And of course it's pink
>You're a fucking filly
>With an internal sigh, you push the ball and start crawling after it, moving around on your pony elbows and kicking with your hindlegs for propulsion
>Another chuckle tells that you're making quite the sight of yourself before Orange sets off to do whatever the pony equivalent of laundry is
>It's only after you push the ball again that you realize just how mind numbingly boring this is
>*How the hell do normal babies find this interesting?*
>You chase after the ball again and get around it before pushing it back towards the house
>There is only so long that you can do this and you feel your patience wearing thin

>>42570697
>As you near the ball, you find that your patience is all but gone and you decide to just lay down on your back, staring up at the sky
>The one downside to living on the clouds is that there's no clouds for you to watch up above
>Having no clouds or anything to focus on, you decide instead to try and think of how you got here and afterwards a way to get back
>Being a pony, especially a Pegasus is neat and all, but this mindnumbing boredness has seriously got to go
>And you can't even twiddle your thumbs! I mean, come on!
>You groan as no ideas come to mind
>And groan some more
>And finally you stop
>The sun is blocked out by something you can't see
>Just a shadow
>You squint your eyes and see the form of a pony and as she bends down to you you see that it's Orange
>"Something on your mind?" she asks jokingly
>A smile genuinely comes across your face as your prison internment is finally over
>She picks you up with her mouth and sets you on her back before heading back inside, kicking the ball in with a foreleg and closing the door behind her
>You're taken into the living room and set down on the couch with her laying behind you and running her hoof along your side and pulls a book out of nowhere
>You try to look up and see what she's reading, but the angle makes it impossible to read a thing
>Regardless, her humming combined with the petting helps you relax, but you make sure not to fall asleep this time
>Besides, you don't feel particularly tired anyway, so you settle with cuddling with Orange as she planned and pay off the petting with rubbing your head against her

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>>42570699
>Every time you start to make yourself comfortable, Orange seems to get uncomfortable with whatever position she's in at the time and keeps shuffling you and herself around on the couch
>It's starting to get on your nerves
>But eventually she finally stops her shifting and petting you
>You look up at her to see why the sudden stop and notice that she's fallen asleep
>With Orange asleep and Blue off at work, that leaves you with free reign of the house
>Provided you can get off of the couch
>You peer over the edge and it's as if you're staring over the edge of a bridge
>But a much much shorter distance and there's a hardwood floor rather than water
>You turn yourself around and gently nudge yourself backwards until your hindlegs are hanging over the edge of the couch while you do your best to grip the cushion
>Easing yourself down takes quite a bit of effort but you eventually make it and are momentarily glad for the padding on your rump
>Now that you're on the floor, your plan has run out of steam
>The only difference between now and a moment ago is that a moment ago you were nice and comfy on a couch snuggling with a pony
>At least the floor is clean, and you briefly wonder if it's because everyone here is living on clouds or because of the impeccable cleaning skills of the homeowners
>Your train of thought is interrupted by the roar of a distant monster and you fall back in a startle before noticing it's your stomach
>Had it really been that long since you heard your stomach grumble or is everything just much louder for ponies?
>Screw it, that Whatchamacallit has to be in the kitchen still, even if it was free you doubt Blue and Orange are the wasteful types

>>42570707
>With a clear goal in mind you begin your crawl across the floor towards the kitchen and realize just how small you are seeing everything around you and how long it takes you just to move from one room to the next
>The thought of that candy bar assures you that it'll all pay off in the end, though, so you keep your chin up and crawl on
>Finally, you pass the finish line into the kitchen and crawl under the table to the refrigerator
>*I should probably remember how small I am before making plans in the future*
>I can only wonder how you reached that conclusion
>The cold white door looms over you like a hulking behemoth
>It's okay, you're a college student... Or were one until a day ago
>You can figure this out
>*CABINETS!*
>Your PhD is already paying for itself as you make your way to the nearest cabinet and open it up and see boxes of cereal, lame
>Next cabinet has large white containers with the classic hazard symbols on them, likely cleaning supplies
>Third has pots, pots are good
>You drag out a large pot filled with smaller pots like kitchen-ware nesting dolls
>The metal of the pot scrapes against the floor so you move slowly to avoid waking up Orange and work as quietly as you can to get the smaller pots out of it once you reach the refrigerator
>The rest is simply placing one pot on top of the next, using the fridge for support
>Once you've stacked them as high as you can reach you gulp and climb up, praying to the based god to not let you fall

>>42570709
>The based god grants you his based blessing and you reach the top of your mountain, only to find that you're still too short to reach the handle
>From your perch, you look around to kitchen to find something to help you make it the rest of the way and you spot the chairs
>Based on your very very poor calculations, you think they'll be perfect
>Your based blessing continues to preserve you as you make your descent and you reach the floor without incident
>Pulling the chair doesn't work so you try pushing it with your head, but it pushes back too hard
>Damn you Newton
>If Newton's Third Law is giving you trouble, maybe you can use the Second Law to show it who's boss
>You back away from the chair a bit and then move to ramming speed and lower your head, wishing you were a unicorn for this
>The chair nudges about an inch from the impact and you are relatively unscathed, but your head certainly doesn't appreciate the abuse
>As you wait for the minor disorientation to wear off, you spot the pots again and another ingenious scheme comes to mind
>POT HELMET!
>After more of based god's based blessing, you are now back in position with a pot that covers a pretty good portion of your head
>Unfortunately the next smallest was just barely too small to stay on your head so you had to get an oversized one, but it's all cool
>Ramming speed is reached again and while this impact is a bit more noisy than the first, your head doesn't hurt at all which is a sacrifice you're more than willing to make
>It's hard work to get the chair into position with having to keep switching legs to ram but the pay off is definitely worth it
>Now that you have the chair next to your pot cliff, you rebuild it and remake your ascent

>>42570712
>Luckily with the lowered seat of the chair, you don't need the pot that's on your head to reach the fridge handle which is great since having head protection is recommended for mountain climbing
>Of course they also recommend using cables for it rather than pots, and it's doubtful they'd consider this mountain climbing but fuck them you want your god damned Whatchamacallit
>Once on top of the chair you try the handle but find you're just too weak to pull it
>Or maybe it's because you've blocked the door with your mountain....
>Nah, it's your body's fault not yours, you're too perfect to be at fault
>You turn around and sit down to try and think of a new plan, likely involving a crowbar, a rubber band, and a White Snake mixtape
>But wait, what's that right over there on the counter?
>Is it.... No, it can't be...
>But it is! The Holy Whatchamacallit!
>Excitement overrides logic and you leap for it
>Just because you have wings doesn't mean you can fly
>You fall down with a loud crash, destroying your pot steps
>And even though you know you've experienced more pain than this, you...
>Something comes over you and tears begin forming
>You don't know what's happening but you start sniffling
>The pools of water turn into streams and the sniffling turns into choked breaths
>As you descend deeper into full blown crying, you find yourself wanting to be held more than anything
>"Oh my Celestia! What happened?!"
>You merely wail in response
>The bucket is removed from your head and a familiar embrace wraps itself around you
>Orange holds you airborn away from her for a moment and the dampness in your eyes prevents you from seeing what she's doing but you know it's her
>Even if her voice didn't give it away, no one else in existence has that embrace

>>42570716
>"Oh, sweetie! Are you okay?"
>She turns you to each side before pulling you close to her, your head resting on her shoulder as she rubs your back
>"There there, Anny, it's okay, mommy's here..."
>She leans her head against yours, her mouth just next to your ear
>All you can do to thank her for the time being is cry, though
>"Shhh, shhh... It's okay, Anny, mommy won't let anything hurt you now..."
>In this moment of weakness, you know that she's telling the truth
>There's no way she could lie to you right now
>And that promise alone almost completely dispels the pain of the fall
>The crash of the pots
>You begin to calm down and she keeps rubbing your back and whispering words of encouragement in your ear
>Once you're back to just sniffling she holds you away from her again and while you still can't see any details, you know that you weren't the only one crying just now
>"Do you want mommy to kiss the boo boos all better?"
>*Why God, why can't I say yes?*
>You settle with a nod and she begins kissing you all over
>At first it's just for the healing touch they offer but as the rest of the pain starts to subside and you wipe the tears from your eyes, you can see that she's turned this from reassurement to playtime
>And as her lips keep planting themselves all around your face and stomach, you find their touch ticklish
>You try to hold in your laughter but you just don't have that tolerance anymore
>A quick giggle escapes from your mouth and you can see that devilish grin in her face once she stops for a moment
>There exists nothing that can prepare you for the barrage of kisses you receive and you erupt in a fountain of giggles and flailing
>By the time the torture ends, you're pretty sure Hell has frozen over
>She sets you on the ground and ruffles your mane before grabbing a pot and putting it on your head
>The familiar feeling lets you know that it's your helmet
>You smile up at her and she smiles down at you
>"Attagirl. Now, play safe while mommy gets lunch ready."
>That bitch can read minds

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>>42570718
>Orange picks up the various pots strewn about the floor and pushes the chair back to the table before opening the fridge for dinner making supplies
>Meanwhile, you lay down on your stomach and start crawling around in what you figure would be the pony equivalent of a pony combat crawl
>While you're sure you look funny from above, you pretend you're a soldier from back on Earth
>You remember you used to do that when you were a kid, but you weren't female at the time
>It's the best you got, though, so who cares if you play pretend like a boy rather than a girl
>At least you're giving it a shot
>You take cover under the table to avoid being spotted from above and take aim with your imaginary rifle
>The scope lines up perfectly on a Nazi's head and you wait for your aim to steady
>A pull of the trigger has your hooves shooting up from the recoil but you're quick to chamber a second round
>But oh no! He was just a decoy!
>There's at least five counter-snipers now locking on to you!
>You roll to the left and dodge one but get right in the way of another's bullet
>You clutch your chest and hold a hoof upwards as you make a death gurgle
>The world starts to go white as you slip into death
>And at the end of the tunnel is Orange smiling down at you again
>"Having fun?" she laughs
>You nod your head and smile back before she picks you up and sets you on the table, taking off your helmet pot
>A frown comes across your face as you look up at her
>"I think Celestia's number one Royal Guard can take a break for lunch."
>You're surprised to feel your tail wagging, but you can't deny that you'd make a pretty good royal guard
>You can be the Hannibal of Equestria
>You're pulled out of your thoughts of battle tactics when you feel yourself lifted up and notice Orange holding you and putting a bottle to your mouth
>The swishing of the milk reminds you just how hungry you were before your fall and you're quick to take to the bottle and start sucking on it
>Your effort is rewarded with warm milk pouring into your mouth and while it's good, you hope that you'll get some sort of variety in the near future
>As you start getting into it, Orange removes the bottle from your mouth and sets it on the table before putting you against her shoulder and patting your back
>You know you shouldn't be surprised but you are when you let out a high pitched belch
>She pulls you away from her shoulder and smiles at you before you're placed on the table to watch her dine on some greens
>Since you haven't had greens since you lived with your parents, you can't place your name on what exactly it is
>But it does look familiar
>Not that you would want any anyway

>>42570726
>You crawl around the table and look over at the counter to the Whatchamacallit and sit down, holding your forelegs out to it making grunting noises to try and get Orange's attention
>You fall forward on your chest but you did succeed in getting Orange's attention
>"What's up, Anny?"
>With your focus set on the Whatchamacallit, you hold your hoof out and make more grunting noises and she eventually follows your gaze to the counter
>"Oh, you want your candy. Well... I guess you deserve a treat for being mommy's big mare."
>Even though that's perhaps the strangest compliment you can ever recall getting, you're still glad to hear it when Orange puts down her food and heads over to the candy bar and brings it back for you
>"Just try and get it in your mouth and not on this time," she says jokingly as she holds the chocolate to you
>You take it clumsily in your hooves and start gumming at the bar to try and get a solid piece of some sort to actually swallow
>Orange returns to her seat and you catch her looking out the window distantly
>She appears to be upset and you look down at your chocolate which seems resilient to all of your chewing attempts
>You do your best to hold the bar in your mouth with just your gums, and it actually works, as you crawl over towards her and sit down
>She snaps out of her day dream and looks at you slightly confused
>You take the bar out of your mouth and hold it up to her
>"Are you done with your candy bar already?"
>You shake your head and hold it up to her a bit more, urging yourself upwards for a moment before falling back down
>"Is it for me?"

>>42570730
>A quick nod is all it takes for her frown to turn into a smile and she takes the Whatchamacallit
>"D'awww, thank you Anny!" She takes a bite and chews it for a moment before swallowing
>"Mmmmm, that was tasty!"
>You smile and crawl closer to the edge of the table before doing the best leap you can manage and miraculously land on her lap and hug her
>She hugs you back with a single hoof and leans over to kiss the top of your head
>You look up at her then try to kiss her chest but end up just drooling on it a bit
>She rewards you with petting your back, "I love you, Anny. You're just far too sweet... I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to give you up if we find your real parents."
>*Good luck with that, I don't think even they'd recognize me if they saw me now.*
>You're held close to Orange's body by her hoof and you hug her to the best of your abilities, enjoying the warm soft feeling of her stomach and just wish you were a bit taller so that you might be able to hear her heart beating while like this
>The conversation doesn't move from that point as Orange resumes eating her lunch, and you feel that it likely never will
>It's not even been a day and she's already become this attached to you, and in return you find yourself attached to her
>Outside you tried to think of how you could get back to where you came from but now... Do you really want to?
>Even if you did and had a way of doing so, could you do it to her?
>You'd rather not think about these thoughts so you put them out of your mind for the time being to focus merely on the moment
>The warm embrace
>The affection
>Two things you can't say you recall feeling for quite some time before today
>Before all of this

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>>42570731
>The rest of Orange's lunch continues with you two just holding each other and you're pretty sure the holding goes on for some time after
>It doesn't bother you, it's far too nice to be upset with more of
>But like all good things, it eventually comes to an end when she lifts you up and kisses the tip of your nose
>Before you can try and kiss her back she sets you on the table to watch as she puts her plate and glass in the sink and washes them, your bottle and Whatchamacallit in the fridge, and comes back to place you on her back
>"Come on, Anny, let's get the bed ready for when daddy comes home tonight."
>Even if she didn't mean to bring it up, you feel more than a bit guilty for putting her and Blue through this
>The two of you head out the back door and over to a clothes line you hadn't noticed before and decide to ignore how the beams protrude from the clouds
>She pulls a white sheet from the line and miraculously manages to fold it before tossing it ontop of you on her back
>You yelp as your sight is cut off before recomposing yourself and poking your head out and up at her
>Your plan succeeds and she laughs, "Sorry Anny, I'm not exactly used to having passengers back there." She grabs you by your neck and sets you on the ground next to her while she pulls off another miracle and folds the gray comforter and tosses it onto her back
>Now it's your turn to be set ontop of something on her back and looking around you feel like a Turkish prince getting a palanquin ride

>>42570744
>She nuzzles you before lightly grabbing your mane with her mouth and pulling it so you're laying on your stomach
>"We don't want you to fall off there now, do we?"
>A quick look over the side has you babbling out what should be "Yeah..."
>She smiles back at you before heading off inside and to the bedroom which is much more illuminated now than you recall
>There's the bed without a sheet or blanket that takes up a sizeable portion of the room, two dressers next to each other across from it, a mirror above those, and an end table on either side of the bed
>As Orange nears the bed, she puts her side to it and bounces her one side up, sending you, the comforter, and the sheet onto the bed in a large pile and laughs playfully as you flail through the air
>By the time you get yourself back upright, you're lifted off the bed by Orange who has taken to hovering above the bed and sets you down on the floor
>"Now stay there while I make the bed, sweetie." She sets the comforter on the ground next to you so she can get the sheet on, and you take a seat next to it, watching her
>While she goes through the movements of stretching out the sheet across the bed and tucking it in, you realize you can't remember the last time you actually made your bed
>At the time, just tossing a blanket onto the mattress was just as good as a perfectly made bed, for you at least
>Orange comes and lands next to you, giving you a kiss on the forehead and ruffling your mane before grabbing the comforter and setting it on the bed much like the sheet but without the tucking
>With the bed finally done she comes back for you again and sets you ontop of the bed and lays down next to you
>"So what do you think? Comfy enough?"

>>42570749
>You lay down and... Wow
>This bed is just way too comfortable
>You hadn't noticed it this morning, but then again you also didn't notice that the bed was drenched this morning
>She seems to notice just how comfortable you are and chuckles again, "I guess mommy did a pretty good job of making the bed."
>If only you had her back on Earth, you don't think you ever would have left the bed
>Suddenly, you're plucked from your comfort zone and held up above Orange, looking down at her
>She smiles and quickly lowers her hooves before catching you a couple inches away from your original altitude, "Whoopsie daisies!"
>*Oh God, it's the Tower of Terror all over again*
>Another sudden drop only to quickly be caught, "Whoopsie daisies!"
>You can feel your heart pumping rapidly, you were never one for these sudden drop thi-
>"Whoopsie daisies!"
>You fidget nervously as your nerves get closer and closer to the breaking point
>A fourth drop, "Whoopsie daisies!"
>That chill that was running down your spine a moment ago seems to subside...
>Fifth drop
>Wait... It's so simple...
>You're not in any danger
>She catches you every time!
>And even if she doesn't, you fell from higher than this onto a mountain of pots earlier today, if you fall from here then you land on her stomach
>The realization that there's no danger has you laughing at your thirty seconds ago self
>And your laughter has her smiling, "I knew you'd have fun with this!"
>Sixth drop has you laughing hysterically and she joins in
>On the seventh drop, once you're caught she brings you close and hugs you tight
>"Did Anny like that game?"
>Your laughter gives her your answer
>"Good! Maybe we can play games with daddy when he's done with work. Would you like that?"
>You're still laughing at yourself so she takes that as a yes
>She begins rubbing your back, "Y'know Anny, you make my days off much more enjoyable."
>Wait, her days off? She has a job?
>You can't help but try to think of what her job is, and now that you're thinking about that you also wonder what Blue's job is
>It shows just how little you know about these two that you can't tell what they do for a living
>You don't even know their names
>Then again, you have only known them for less than a single day
>You take this latest cuddle session as an opportunity to try and think how much people could learn about your former self without the ability to ask questions

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>>42570751
>It's not too long into your thinking that you give up
>You just know way too much about yourself to try assuming a position where you don't know about yourself
>The thought process ceasing doesn't stop Orange from rubbing you
>You're still chest to chest with her and when you look up at her she starts making a goofy face
>Nowhere near as goofy as Blue's back at Wal-Mare, but you still get a brief giggle from it
>She leans her head close to yours and kisses your forehead before rolling around and hopping off the bed, leaving you there on your back
>As Orange walks away without announcing why, you're left questioning and start rolling left and right to try and get onto your stomach
>But by the time you feel like you're about to make it, she's back with the Whatchamacallit and you quickly latch onto it
>With Orange's contribution to the inevitable ingestion of the candy bar, you are now rewarded by more than just the chocolate outside when you gum on it
>Now, you are blasted with peanut butter and caramel
>Oh God, that peanut butter
>Oh God, that caramel
>Oh God, those peanuts!
>Even though you're on your back, your wings still make an attempt to flutter from just how delicious this treat is
>You almost hope your teeth never come in so you never have to deal with the cavities you'll inevitably end up getting from all of the Whatchamacallits you just know you're going to be eating
>Ponies do get cavities, right?
>You don't recall any dentist ponies in the show, but as far as you can remember there were never any episodes emphasizing oral hygiene
>You make a mental note to make your first question be if orthodontics exist in Equestria
>You instantly forget said mental note as you're hit with another blast of flavor
>"Aaaand, all done!"
>*Huh?*

>>42570763
>The Whatchamacallit is taken from your grip and you quickly try to grab at it again but it's too late, Orange has it now
>She chuckles and takes a bite of it
>"You really do like this, don't you?"
>Seeing a chance to get more Whatchamacallit in your life, you eagerly nod your head
>She shakes her head
>"Nuh uh uh, no more for now or you'll spoil your dinner."
>*How do you spoil a dinner that consists entirely of milk!?*
>Orange walks out of the room and with Whatchamacallit on the line you instantly roll over and watch her leave, spotting a balled up diaper being held by her wing
>*Oh. That's what she meant.*
>You crawl your way towards the door and by the time you make it as far as you can on the bed, Orange is back and picks you up by the scruff of your neck
>She takes you back to the couch and sets you down on it and leans down to nuzzle you
>"Wait here, mommy's gonna start a fire so it's warm and toasty for when daddy gets home."
>Oh yeah... The living room has a fireplace. You listen to her and sit down on the couch, watching out the window and spotting plenty of Pegasi flying around outside, all doing their own things
>*That'll be me someday*
>Wait, what? No, you have to get back, but...
>Orange comes back in and tosses a log into the fireplace and turns to you with a smile
>"A couple more logs and we'll be ready."
>You couldn't leave her, it'd break her heart...
>And likely your own

>>42570768
>As much as you don't like to admit it, she's making a large impression on you
>It's not even romantic love, it's just... Unconditional affection
>As she heads out, you realize just how quickly the bond developed
>The thought of just how much control she has over you is scary but you strangely don't care
>In such a short amount of time she's become such a huge influence on you
>Perhaps it's because of just how vulnerable you are now
>You can't talk, can't walk, can't feed yourself, hell you don't even notice when you go to the bathroom now it seems
>And all day she's done everything in her power to keep you safe, fed, and even entertained
>The thought comes to mind if you'll develop a bond like this with Blue
>If you hadn't experienced it today, you never would have believed it would have happened with Orange, so it is possible it'll happen with Blue provided he gets a day alone with you
>Which since Orange apparently works, will likely happen
>They can't leave you alone, so obviously it's gotta be one home at a time or another, and you can't imagine either of them would give up their jobs, even for you
>Right?
>You're snapped out of your thoughts by the couch cushion bouncing you up as Orange lays down behind you, the fireplace lit
>It appears you've been thinking for some time
>Orange pulls you back against her and this time, your ear is lined up right along her chest
>And with only the cackle of the fire making a noise, you hear the beat of her heart
>You hear her living
>And by God, it's the most beautiful sound you've heard
>Like, there was Enya... And then there was the sound of this heartbeat
>Whoever managed to perfectly replicate this sound would become world renowned for their contribution to humanity
>The same could likely be said for Equestria
>You visibly relax as you hear this noise and wonder how fetuses can ever kick when they supposedly get to hear this sound twenty four seven
>Just the rhythmic beats
>This is what it means to live

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>>42570772
>You could sit here forever
>Listen to this sound forever
>The thump-thump is just so hypnotic
>You lose track of time as each beat sounds just like the previous and the latter
>And before you know it, you hear the creek of a door opening
>"Honey! I'm home!"
>You're far too content to stay here, but Orange makes the decision to go greet Blue for the both of you, quickly hopping off the couch and placing you on her back before rushing to the door to hug Blue
>"Hi dear! How was work?"
>The two kiss and you groggily rub an eye, you may have not have actually been asleep but you might as well have been
>"It was good, unfortunately we had go to off looking for some rain clouds for Ponyville but we eventually managed to find some up North."
>Ah, so Blue was a weather pony. That explains the lack of any uniform for work
>"How were you two today?"
>She smiles back at you as though the two of you had robbed a bank and were under police interrogation before looking back to Blue
>"We had fun."
>"Oh? Well I hope it wasn't too much fun, or else I'd have to find someone else to give these to," he says teasingly before drawing forth three tickets
>The text is too far to read, but Orange is quick to tell you what they are
>"The Wonderbolts?! But... But how? Don't you have work tomorrow?"
>"The boss gave 'em to me and told me to take the day off, said it was cheaper than giving me a delayed paternal leave."
>Orange hugs Blue tight and he hugs her back, taking the opportunity to give your forehead a kiss
>"That's wonderful!"
>She turns back to you and you can see just how happy she is

>>42570782
>"Does Anny wanna go see the Wonderbolts tomorrow?"
>Since Blue already had the tickets and they both looked at you as if seeing the Wonderbolts was the hypest shit, you smile and nod your head exaggeratedly to emphasize the point
>As you watch Orange hug Blue tight again, you're glad that you're on her back, otherwise that would have been you getting the hug
>And you're pretty sure a hug that tight would break your spine
>Once the hug is finished, Orange starts hopping around the living room with you holding on for dear life and you start to question who the foal is in this house
>She stops her hopping and grabs you off of her back, holding you up as she lays down
>"We're gonna see the Wonderbolts, Anny! The Wonderbolts! I've wanted to see them since I was your age and now I doooooooooo!"
>Oh God, she's squee'ing again
>After that squee you start hearing the world like the beginning of Saving Private Ryan
>You don't think you've ever heard anything as creepy as Blue laughing with your hearing like this
>Orange pulls you down to her chest and hugs you, fortunately not tight enough to kill you but still pretty damned tight, and you can feel her hindlegs kicking at the air
>Blue makes his way around and kisses her cheek
>"I knew you'd be excited, but you might wanna let Anny go. Any longer like that and you might suffocate her."
>Blue is now your knight in shining armor
>Orange lets go of you and holds you up to him
>"S-Sorry, it's just... The Wonderbolts! And even better, I get to see them with Anny!"
>Blue takes you and Eskimo kisses you before holding you with a hoof while he sits on the floor next to the couch
>You smile up at him and look over at Orange who seems to finally be calming down
>"So.... D-Did you get any flyers up?"
>He nods and pulls a white piece of paper out and hands it to her
>"I did, and I got this for you."
>She looks at the paper and starts laughing, holding it to her chest before leaning up and kissing you

>>42570785
>"I can't believe I forgot this."
>Your interest is now piqued and you start maneuvering your head as best you can to try and see what's on the other side of the paper
>Orange notices your interest and turns the paper around and you see a picture of a padded blue foal trying to be crafty and avoid getting blinded by the camera's flash by peeking with one eye squinted open
>How did you forget that?
>Wait, more important, where was the other picture?
>She did take two, you remember that now
>Blue disrupts your train of thought
>"So, how's about dinner?"
>You hear a distant monster roaring but are quick to remember it's just your stomach, catching yourself before it startles you a second time today
>He smiles down at you
>"I think that's a yes from Anny."
>Orange rolls off the couch and starts off towards the kitchen
>"Right, I'll get dinner, can you prep Anny's bottle?"
>Blue makes for the kitchen behind her
>"Sure thing."
>While the prospect of filling your stomach is great and all, you can already foresee developing a hatred of milk by the time you're two
>You're placed on the table to free up Blue's hooves while he grabs the bottle from the fridge and starts warming it up over the stove
>As is typical for these moments where you're just waiting for something to happen, you let your mind drift off but before you can reach Enlightenment, Blue is back

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>>42570788
>A bib is tied around your neck because, as Orange said, they know you can do it
>And then you're picked up and held while Blue sits down in a chair and holds the bottle to your mouth
>You take it and suck down the warm milk, grateful for something to soothe your stomach but rather upset that it's milk once more
>Blue smiles down at you as you drink and you look up at him, unable to smile back
>"Man, were you starving the poor girl?"
>"I wasn't going to let her spoil her dinner."
>"How do you spoil milk?"
>Finally! Someone gets it!
>"I'm not setting a precedent of her munching on snacks twenty four seven. Besides, what if her actual parents come to get her and we find out she can't have sweets?"
>Blue rolls his eyes down at you, "Is that why you're saving that candy bar?"
>"Hmmph!"
>He leans in and whispers into your ear, "You can have some of my popcorn tomorrow."
>Popcorn?! You're giddy just thinking about it
>There's no way you can drink more milk, even if the popcorn isn't until tomorrow you still don't want to be too full for it
>Once you stop drinking, Blue pulls the bottle away and you see that you were close to emptying it
>It didn't feel like it was that much, but it was definitely more than it would have taken for you to get it down that far from where the bottle was after lunch
>He ruffles your mane and sets you on the table before taking your bib off anddropping the bottle off in the fridge, giving Orange a kiss on the way
>She turns and smiles, "Dinner's done."
>"Great, I'm starved."

>>42570799
>She sets two plates down on the table and two glasses of water
>On the plates, are sandwiches
>Fucking
>Sandwiches
>At least you have more to look forward to in your life than just eating grass
>Still, sandwiches
>Not what you had in mind for pony dinners
>Though they are a bit too advanced for oats
>Blue and Orange both take their seats and go straight to eating
>You're left to crawl around as you please on the table and while looking around for something to occupy you, you see Blue offering the sandwich your way
>*Can't be any worse than milk*
>You crawl towards Blue and as you near he holds the sandwich up to your mouth, glancing at Orange who appears focused on her meal
>You put your mouth around as much of it as you can and try to tear a bit off, but alas, you have not grown teeth since this morning
>Instead, you pull your gums off the bread of the sandwhich and onto a tomato which easily slips out sending you and it backwards
>Fortunately, you aren't crying but you aren't going to be trying to sneak anymore sandwiches for a while
>The clamor of your falling does draw Orange's attention though
>"Anny!" both of them cry out
>Blue grabs you first and holds you close to him and begins checking around your back for any signs of injury
>And before you realize what's going on, Orange is at his side, both looking at you
>As soon as it's confirmed that you're A-OK, Orange looks over at Blue with an evil look in her eyes
>He smiles nervously at her
>"You do know what your punishment is, right...."
>The smile fades and he gulps
>"I hope you get a well night's rest tonight, you'll need it."
>She turns to go back to her seat and you're set on the table while he wipes the sweat from his brow, looking down at you
>"Guess we're busted, Anny."
>You look up at him and nod, "Yup."

>>42570806
>Even though you can't talk, you're pretty sure he caught your meaning and goes back to eating
>You go over to the tomato slice to still get your prize
>But before you can get what amounts to a bite for you, it's snatched away
>"Nuh uh uh, there's germs on that now Anny."
>Damnit, they're already onto microbiology!
>Orange takes the tomato slice to the sink and opens a cabinet, tossing the tomato slice into it and closing it before returning to her meal
>Now you're left with nothing to do. No Whatchamacallit, no sandwich, not even a tomato slice!
>You sit down and cross your forelegs and pout, for once realizing that your diaper's wet
>The realization makes you groan
>To get your mind off of how bored you are, you begin crawling around the table and manage to get some laughs from the otherwise silent eaters
>If only people knew how to do that
>All through school, there was always at least one kid that chewed with his mouth open and it annoyed you to no end
>These two barn animals are more sophisticated than that kid
>You get a slight giggle from that
>You return to doing laps until Blue eventually stands up, "Done. Mind if I give her her bath tonight?"
>Orange smiles, "Not at all. I'll clean up here when I finish and come in once I clean up."
>Blue walks around the table and kisses her, "Thanks."
>He then grabs you and puts you on his back
>"Hold on tight, Anny! It's gonna be a bumpy ride!" he says playfully and you quickly get on your stomach and do your best to hold on for dear life
>He starts lightly bucking around while on his way to the bathroom, making bull noises
>"Hi ho Silver!" you babble

>>42570811
>When you finally reach the bathroom on your mighty mount, he ceases his bucking and sets you down on the floor on your back
>He smiles down at you and turns the tub water on then comes back over you
>A grin creeps across his face
>Oh God no, you're exposed
>And just as the realization comes he dives down and begins blowing raspberries onto your stomach
>You instantly flail your limbs around, giggling like mad
>He comes up for a quick breath then is right back down
>There is no reason for this to be so ticklish but it is
>Third burst!
>He stops now and you get some time to catch your breath as he kisses your forehead
>He looks over at the tub then reaches down to take your diaper off, tossing it into the waste basket before grabbing you and placing you into the half-full tub
>You're glad that this time the water is warm when you first come into contact with it
>"Fwoooosh!"
>Before you have a chance to find out why Blue is making noises, a large cup of water is poured over your head
>You're left dumbfounded, staring into space as he does it again
>When you look up at him, he smiles and applies some gel to your mane and begins lathering it in
>You cross your eyes looking upright as you feel him messing around with your mane but can't see what he's doing
>Once he's done he shows you, though, brandishing a mirror and holding it up to you
>You now have a soapy mohawk
>This is amusing
>You giggle at this and he joins in
>He pulls the mirror away and suddenly more water is being poured on your head, washing away the mohawk

>>42570817
>Now Blue begins lathering another gel into your coat
>And then rinses you off again
>While shaking your head out, you spot Orange coming into the bathroom
>"Is she all clean?"
>Blue turns around and nods, "Yup. She just needs to be dried off and dressed and she'll be ready for bed."
>You lean to the side to see past Blue to Orange and when she spots your gaze she waves
>He seems confused until he turns around and spots you leaning then smiles and lifts you out of the tub
>"All right, squirt. Let's get you dried up and dressed."
>You're set down on the floor and your vision quickly becomes white with grey blobs as a towel is dropped over you
>You can only assume it's Blue who's drying you off as this is a bit rougher than when Orange dried you off in the morning but it's not hurting at all
>After being sufficiently scrubbed and patted down, color returns to your world and you're quickly set on your back where Blue seems to be trying to set a world record with diapering you
>And succeeding
>But once the diaper's on, he doesn't seem to be finished as you feel your hooves being engulfed in a soft fabric
>Unfortunately you never took whatever class you'd need in order to identify fabrics so you just know it's a soft fabric
>Then you hear a zipping noise and look down to see that you've been dressed in a pink blanket sleeper
>Before you can protest, if you could, you're scooped up and given a kiss on the forehead
>"Great pick, it fits her perfect!" exclaimed Orange
>"Thank you. I didn't want her shivering so much like she was last night when I came in, so I figured I'd get her something warm. Apparently she's not used to Cloudsdale weather."
>Blue sets you on his back and the two kiss before heading off to the bedroom
>The whole trip you spend fidgeting, trying to get used to wearing something after being essentially nude all day
>Or maybe it's less to do with the fact you're wearing clothes and more that you aren't used to having so much hair, or fur now, under clothing
>Either way, it feels weird
>Once the three of you are in the bedroom, Blue hops up and places you in the middle of the bed on your back and lays down to your right with Orange taking the left
>They both lift the sheet and comforter and cover all three of you under the two
>Then they roll onto their sides and hug each other and you
>"Sweet dreams you two."
>"G'night."
>*G'night...*

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>>42570820
>You aren't entirely sure of any details
>All you know is that something had you afraid
>Terrified, even
>Something in the dark
>"Anny? Are you all right?"
>Despite the fact that you now have fur and are wearing a sleeper, you shiver
>"Anny? Come on, girl..."
>Is someone watching you?
>Or perhaps something
>"Anny! Wake up!"
>Light consumes the darkness and you feel warm
>You open your eyes, Blue is standing over you nudging your stomach with his snout worriedly
>You hug his head and he's visibly relieved
>"Phew... That must have been some nightmare, eh?"
>You try not to think about it
>He settles with giving you a kiss on the forehead and lifts you out from under the blankets
>Then the sleeper comes off and you're back to just your fur and a diaper
>Blue tosses the sleeper over onto a drawer then comes and puts you on his back
>You latch onto him in a hug and he tossles your mane, smiling
>You smile back
>The two of you head out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, where Orange is coming in from the bathroom
>She seems distracted, running a brush through her mane and is about to say something when she spots you
>"Oooh! Good morning, Anny!" she says in a sweet tone
>She comes up and nuzzles you and you sit up to hug her snout
>"You're up early, sweety"
>"I think she had a nightmare, she wouldn't stop fidgeting and just looked terrified."
>You close your eyes and shake your head, trying to block out the few memories you have of it
>"Awww, poor thing."
>Orange lifts your head up with her snout and you open your eyes
>"Don't worry, mommy and daddy will fight off any monsters."
>While you doubt they could do anything to make that dream any better, her reassurement does help quite a bit and you smile

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>You feel Blue come in from the side to nuzzle you
>"That's right, no monster's gonna scare my baby without a fight."
>The three of you just share the moment together in silence
>It's ultimately Blue who ends it
>"Well, I should probably get her in the tub before she gets diaper rash. I'll take a bath with her too, save some time. Can you make breakfast?"
>"Sure thing, honeybunch."
>They kiss and Blue takes you off to the bathroom
>Before he sets you on the floor, you see that the tub is already filled with water and that there's a wet towel hanging up to dry, leading you to the conclusion that Orange just got done her bath
>The tapes are undone and the diaper is thrown away before you're lifted into the tub and Blue comes in to join you, but not before grabbing something from the sink
>*Oh snap is that...*
>Quack quack!
>Mother fucking rubber duck
>Blue drops it and it begins to bob around in the water
>"You play with that for now, Anny, while I clean us both up. He tossles your mane again before getting to work with the gel first on himself
>You take him up on his offer and boop the duck, causing it to quack which in turn makes you giggle
>This shouldn't be this funny but now it is
>Because reasons
>You keep up playing with the duck, even getting into the habit of playing a babbling version of Peek-a-boo with it before Blue gets your attention again, holding the cup up to you
>By now he's rather well lathered up, almost completely white with suds
>"You wanna get daddy back for last night?"
>You grin and grab the cup, he holds onto it to keep it steady, and he lowers his head so it's easier for you to pour it over his head and laugh
>"Gah! I'm blind!" he cries out playfully and you cheer for his performance
>"Oh, don't worry, Anny. Your time is coming up soon enough," he grins before setting to work lathering you up now
>You give him some difficulty, not giving up so easily on playing with the duck but before you know it, you're covered with water again
>You look up at him pouting and he laughs, kissing your head before giving you a second rinse
>Blue gets out of the tub and starts to dry himself off, leaving you to play with the ducky some more
>Alas, time flies when you're having fun and you're soon lifted out of the tub to be dried as well
>Before you're too far away, though, you grab onto the duck with your mouth and once he lays you on your back to be rediapered, you quack it at him and he errupts in a fit of laughter
>As he recomposes himself, you pull the duck out of your mouth and have a staring contest with it, pulling it closer and away from your face
>Have you really fallen so low so quickly that you're actually playing with a rubber duck?
>It does beat the alternative of doing nothing
>Just barely
>"Aaand done! Now, let's go get some grub, sweetie."

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>>42570827
>You hold onto the duck as Blue lifts you up and onto his back
>"Looks like someone made a new friend."
>You change your focus from the duck up to him and smile, giving a nod
>He returns the smile and the two of you are off to the kitchen
>While idly getting a feel for actually holding something with your hooves, a smell you have not smelled for quite some time breaks your concentration
>Sniff.... Sniff....
>*God damnit, what is that?*
>Still no progress
>*Whatever it is, it smells goo-*
>Even with the scent warning you, you were not prepared
>You haven't been met with this for years
>It is....
>"Pancakes!"
>Blue's exclamation is correct and he is quick to rush both you and him over to the table, setting you down at your usual seat of on the table
>Orange merely smiles happily seeing the two of you so eager
>"I figured since you two were taking a bath, I had enough time before you got out."
>The best of all of this isn't so much that pancakes are a thing in Equestria
>But you even have your own pancake
>That's right, it's not milk, it's not the Whatchamacallit, it's good ol' fashioned pancakes
>You're giddy at the prospect
>Delicious golden cakes straight from the pan
>Amber butter dripping over the sides but not sogging the cake
>And a thin even coat of butter for flavor
>You don't care how this was done with hooves, maybe the universe just felt like giving you this one
>You thank the universe

>>42570841
>Unfortunately, Orange doesn't seem to trust you with a fork or knife yet, so while Blue more than happily digs into his pancakes, nearly picking the entire top one up and taking chunks from it, you must wait for the agonizingly slow process of Orange cutting the pancake into small bites and feeding you
>And after every mouthful, she dabs around your mouth, and a couple times your stomach, with a napkin
>By the time you're finished a quarter of your much smaller pancake, Blue is already on his third and final, Orange just starting her second
>Throughout the course of the breakfast, Blue repeatedly compliments Orange on her cooking and the two discuss how fun today is going to be
>You've been to a Blue Angels show before so your expectations are a bit low
>Though Orange hasn't seen jet engines before so that probably explains her excitement
>Once Blue finishes his pancakes he offers to take over feeding-duty to let Orange finish hers and she accepts
>Blue is much more playful, "Open wide for the choo choo train, choo choo!"
>He's also less liberal on the napkin but after a few mouthfuls you begin to feel the syrup building up
>Orange scolds him and quickly resumes napkin detail, though takes the middle ground and let's Blue keep feeding you
>Meanwhile you just laugh at Blue's antics, smile happily, and every so often hug the duck
>That seems to get them to D'awww
>You feel like Pavlov
>That makes you think
>How far have they gotten into psychology here in Equestria?
>Maybe you can make a living selling psychological principles from Earth here
>Though you doubt severely that anyone will bother explaining such information while you don't even seem to recognize when you need to go to the bathroom
>"All done!" Orange says in that stereotypical motherly voice
>She pinches your cheek, "Did Anny like her pancake?"
>Knowing exactly how to deal with this you just smile and nods your head enthusiastically to get her to let go then hug her hoof before she can pull it back
>Cue group D'awwww
>*Hook, line, and sinker*

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>>42570846
>"All right, I'd better clean up. Can you get a bag ready?"
>"All ready on it."
>Orange smiles and receives a kiss from Blue before he comes and sets you on the floor
>Evidently you are now worthy of roaming the house instead of just sitting on the table
>Blue heads out of the room to 'get a bag ready' and Orange begins moving the plates over to the sink and washing them
>You pass the time by just sitting and watching, not having much to do yourself
>Once Orange seems about finished, Blue re-enters with a couple of saddlebags and popping out of the one you can see two bottles
>Your imagination fills in what the other is for
>As he nears you, though, he reaches into the one bag and pulls out a pacifier, popping it into your mouth before you can babble a complaint
>After looking confused for a moment you take a suckle on it and.... Holy shit, this is... Pretty relaxing
>Blue smiles while you no doubt appear astounded by this discovery and continue suckling away on the pacifier
>"Heh, looks like she certainly enjoys it. Told ya the Daring Doo one was good."
>Oh right, that Indiana Jones clone... There's your reading material for childhood
>"I still think we should have gotten the Barn'a Bee one. Daring Doo just seems far too dangerous."
>"Relax, she's too young to know the difference anyway."
>"I guess... Well, shall we get going? I don't wanna be late to THE WONDERBOLTS!"
>Orange squees once more, this must be the pony equivalent of a fangirl
>If you're lucky she won't try to kidnap one of the Wonderbolts
>If she does, you may just have to find new adoptive parents