I'll kidnap one of you transformed ponies and feed you dog food.

>>42606746
what about pony become human?

>>42606751
Wet or dry?

>>42606772
Dry. I'm not rich.

>>42606751
maybe it varies but dry is really not that bad, i could get used to it

>tf into pony but human you remains
>Human self continues to live life but you have to pretend to be a pet when people come over
>human gets way too into it and now he makes you wear a collar and won't let you eat at the table anymore

>>42606870
human me would just get jealous

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>>42606746
If you got suddenly tf'd into an already pre-existing pony (you uhh, threw a dollar into an abandoned well that turned out to be real magic). Would you tell anypony that you've replaced them or would you try to pretend to be them. (Pony you replaced is in limbo rn, they'd return if you disappeared)

This is it, the end of the entire world is happening, you can't stop it, you can't bargain it away, you are faced with a gigantic wave of change from a blighted light and shape you cannot hope to understand, the scale is too massive. The world stirs and groan under the duress of the visitor, in it's innocent transformative gaze, it changes everything it looks at, break mold and reshape without purpose or direction, only chaotic impression made reality. You've gathered that this cosmic alien entity doesn't understand how to revert back anything it sees. In all your interrogation and musing from encountered victim of the visitor gaze, you've gathered that even inanimate objects became distorted, the entire outside is repurposed to unknown qualities. All your relatives are gone and lost in their mind that forgot reality or simply got consumed by new found alien instinct, they cannot be untangled and they remain lost to you...

This cannot be the end of it all, you refuse to acknowledge this aberration interpretation of reality that the visitor imposes on you, if it can influence your world... Maybe you can influence this phenomenon somehow. Feeling hollow and distressed, you reminiscent about comforting memories to sooth yourself in this dire moment, My little pony show that you remember fondly. Finally, out of hope to regain anything from your world, you start thinking that maybe it is time for a new world to be born ? You decide to accept to become the catalyst of this fundamental change. You decided to go look outside at the visitor, as a last ditch bravado or defiance, you can't remember it well, you only feel your blood pumping into impossible ethereal energy. You hum my little pony song when you're directly staring at IT. You mind gets stretched like rubber, tempest of sensation assault every nerves of your brain, it is too much, you are now absolutely gigantic.... You scream no, you can't become a deformed pile of flesh, you refocus on your truest desire... Equestria...

As if seemingly regretful, the gaze of this gargantuan alien soften, you feel as if the idea of magic becomes real, the word are not used but the transfer of thought and concept visually is imposed on unto you, the visitor decided to make YOU become EQUESTRIA itself. You spurn and grow in immense pain as your idea of self dilate into magical particle, becoming the fertile soil of this fantasy Equestria your limbs stretches and multiply to incomprehensible many amount, harden and petrify into mountain or crevices, you belly melt into magma and you mind and head explode into magicle and is the essence of life upon this new formed world, you are not completely gone, simply too dilated to be able to anchor yourself into any meaningful consciousness and trail of memories. Absolution of your dying world through transformation, a pyric victory, you'll never experience Equestria, you were simply meant to be it's birth soil.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BUFcaiEiNA

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>"Anonstallion? Your name is so strange, why did your parents give you that name?"
>"What is your cutie mark supposed to mean? It's literally just a question mark!"
>"And why is your girlfriend identical to you? She has the same coat, the same mane color, and even the same cutie mark as you. Is she your sister? You can't date your own sister... right?"
>"And why your daughter looks exactly like you two?"

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My goal in life is to create a machine I call the Cutinator which will shoot out cutie-rays that turn everything they touch into their cartoon counterpart and all humans into ponies. I once read in a sci-fi book that it is possible to use the sun to amplify signals so basically I would build a bunch of Cutinators once I made some money selling toys and pets I cutiefied with it and bundle the cutie-rays together with mirrors and shoot them into the sun which will cause the entire Earth to be cutiefied in a few minutes and the universe to be cutiefied at the speed of light.

>>42609424
I feel like it'd be easier to turn people into ponies with genetic engineering or robotics.

>>42607462
Honesty is the best policy.

>>42609486
How are robots going to help?

>>42610767
Da horror.

>>42610532
Turn you into a robo pony.

>>42611035
Why would anyone want to be a robopony? I'd rather be flesh and blood.

>>42611151
Better than not being a pony.

>>42606753
What about species swap or becoming a pony to turn your waifu into a human?

>>42611217
That's the only valid reason for a pony to become a human.

>Anonicorn's nightmare form isn't borne out of bitterness or ego
>Its paranoia
>Paranoia that his equestria isn't the right one, thats its one sngle moment away from being poisoned by some fanon nightmare
>Overthinking every little detail from every single piece of fanon he ever saw or consumed in his previous life, what if thats true here? theres no guarantee this is the right Equestria is there?
>Its already a fictional world brought to life, what else has been brought to life? is it a crossover? is pinkie a psycho? is there some virus about to spread and kill all of them in the most gruesome ways possible?
>Nightmare-Anon won't let his bright, happy creatures become victims

>"What if its me?"
>"What if me just being here is the poison?"
>"What if something awful slipped in with me when I got here?"
>He stared into the mirror pool.
>If he was the poison, the duplicates would carry it too, then he could see it from outside himself
>If not, then... another pair of eyes never hurt.

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>>42611152
Perhaps

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>>42610532
nanomachines son

>>42611772
https://youtu.be/O6zP3dfDlvE?si=mdwO3pmm4P4_mnAv

Mare Man

INTRODUCING THE EQUINE HERO AND PROTECTOR OF HARMONY CITY- MARE MAN!

Darkness threatens to consume the heart of Harmony City. Founded upon the principles of hope and friendship, the city finds its very foundations tested by the evils lurking outside its borders. Day and night, monsters prey upon the weak and defenseless. For many, hope is waning, and friendship is crumbling away. The city is slowly slipping into darkness...

But all is not lost. For from the very heart of our illustrious city comes a hero, ready to defend those virtues from all those who desire to destroy them! One who embodies everything our city stands for!

He is Mare Man! The equine hero and protector of Harmony City! Ready to assume the powers of six magical horses to fight crime, stop evil, and save Harmony Ci-

"Oh give me a break," said Damian, sighing.

Laura's train of drama derailed and crashed spectacularly, and the hopeful glimmer in her eyes was snuffed out. People stared at her, standing with her fist held high and a foot planted firmly on the table. With a nervous grin, she sat back down, and the diner's interest in her faded away.

Laura Leakey, Harmony City's self declared #1 investigative reporter, had traced all her leads to this diner. Dan's Delicious Diner, to be exact. After months of investigation, chasing leads, and downing several gallons of coffee, she finally found Harmony City's one and only hero, Mare Man. She convinced him to do an interview- and by convince, she meant following Mare Man to his favorite restaurant and refusing to leave him alone. Thankfully for her, her persistence paid off. Besides, it was the Saturday Sandwich Special- no way Mare Man was going to miss it, persistent reporter or not.

His first rule, though- do not call him Mare Man. He hated the name. If there was to be any sort of interviewing, it would be under his real name, Damian Hughes. The, apparent, second rule- no opening the interview with heroic intros.

"What?" she said, deflated. "You don't like it?"

"Eh," said Damian, tapping his order pager with a thumb. "That kind of intro seems really overblown for what I do. I just do this hero gig for fun."

"B-but," she stammered, "you're Mare Man! The hero of Harmony City! Do you know how many lives you've saved? How many monsters you've killed?!"

His eye twitched. "What did I say about that name?" He shook his head. "Honestly, I've lost count at this point. Hey, you made an order, right? It's gonna be awkward if I'm the only one eating."

>>42613009
Laura nodded, leg bouncing nervously. Was this man the real deal? She took out her notebook and flipped through the pages. Yeah, he met all the details- an average looking male with short black hair, clad in a blue sweatshirt and jeans. Most importantly, he wore the Power Bracelet of the Six Mares (a name of Laura's design), inset with six glimmering gems of different colors. Yet, his laid back demeanor had caught her completely off guard. She always thought a hero would be a little more... haughty.

The order pager vibrated in Damian's hand. He beamed as he leapt up from his chair.

"Ah, finally, I'm starving."

Damian made his way to the pickup counter, hands in his pockets. Laid back or not, this was the hero Laura had been looking for. The only one keeping Harmony City from falling apart from the constant monster attacks. Maybe Damian just didn't realize how important he was to the city. If that was the case, then she'd just have to make him realize it.

CRACK!

Sunlight poured into the diner as the ceiling rose into the air, raining dust and debris inside. People screamed, pointing to the hulking monstrosity holding the roof in its claws. It's many eyes scanned around, until one by one they settled upon Damian. It dropped the ceiling onto the parking lot, crushing several cars and setting off all their alarms. The air was filled by an awful din.

"So!" it croaked from its gnarled mouth. "You're the Mare Man that all the monsters are chattering about, arent'cha?" The creature licked its lips, dripping saliva onto the floor. "My name's Watcher! I can see every move you make!" As if to prove its point, each one of its eyes rolled in their sockets. "And from what I can see- you don't look so tough. Maybe all those other monsters were just too weak to handle a measly human like you!"

Damian stood there, staring at his poor sandwich, crushed under a slab of concrete. People rushed out of the building, pushing over one another to escape. Laura, on the other hand, tucked herself underneath a table, fingers fumbling with her camera to hopefully take a video of Mare Man in action.

"Oy!" Watcher shouted, its nasty, moist breath filling the diner. "Are you listening to me?"

Damian looked up at Watcher, locking his sight with one of its eyes. He looked like he was about to cry.

"You ruined my Dan's Delicious Decker sandwich," he sniffed.

Watcher's eyes blinked. "Don't you realize that I'm about to kill you?!"

Damian threw the Power Bracelet of the Six Mares in front of his teary face and pressed a gem. A purple aura of magical energy encircled the bracelet. Laura shook in excitement. This was it!

>>42613013
The aura grew into a blinding light, consuming Damian's body. Watcher shrieked as it shut its eyes tight. Laura ducked behind a seat, watching Damian's transformation through her camera's viewfinder. Two flared shapes unfurled from Damian's back, forming wings. Wind whipped through the diner, throwing dust into the air. Damian's glowing silhouette collapsed onto all four, landing to the sounds of bones cracking and snapping. A long point spiraled from his forehead, twisting into a horn. The light faded from his body. Standing in place of Damian was a purple winged unicorn mare, her face twisted in anger.

Laura squealed.

"So you've finally decided to show your real power!" Watcher cackled. "Perfect! Now prepare t-"

"YOU DESTROYED MY FAVORITE SANDWICH YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

A massive ball of purple light flew from the unicorn's horn and straight into Watcher's maw. His eyes widened as he swallowed the spell whole. The briefest expression of regret crossed his face before his body was ripped asunder from the inside out. Watcher's eyeballs flew in all directions, littering the city block. His lower body, now a smoldering pile of meat, slumped to its knees and fell backwards with a dull thud. The unicorn huffed, wiping tears from her face.

"And that's for destroying my favorite restaurant too."

She took a few deep breaths, calming herself down. A purple aura wrapped around the concrete slab and lifted it off of her sandwich. It was obliterated, but she wasn't about to lose hope. She levitated the sandwich in front of her and reassembled it, picking out all the dirt and dust until finally, it resembled its former glory. She smiled.

"Good enough."

Laura climbed out from under the table and checked her camera. Did she get the whole thing? She couldn't believe it- Damian just took out the monster with a single attack. She knew Mare Man was strong, but this was way beyond her expectations.

The unicorn sat at the table and started to eat her meal. She glanced at Laura, mouth half full.

"Oh. They never got around to your order, huh?"

Laura looked around. "Yeah, no, they didn't. Um... is that still you, Damian?"

She nodded, wiping her mouth with a dusty napkin. "Who else would it be? I call this form Purple Smart."

"Purple Smart, huh?" Laura quickly jotted the name down in her notebook. "I just wanted to make sure. I mean, just a second ago you were human and a guy. Now you're a horse and, um..."

"A girl, yeah." She rolled her equine shoulders, taking another bite. "Was weird at first but I got used to it." Damian raised an eyebrow at Laura. "You know, eating alone is awkward enough without you standing over me."

"Oh, right, sorry!" She planted her butt on a chair, across from Damian. As the once-human, now horse chewed her meal, Laura placed her notebook on the table.

>>42613016
"Well, now that I got to see your powers first-'hoof', haha," Damian rolled her eyes. "Maybe, instead of a cheesy intro, we go into how you got your powers in the first place?"

"How I got my powers?" Damian put her sandwich down and tapped her fuzzy purple chin. "Huh... how did I get my powers? Hmm... I guess it was about a year ago..."

Laura took out her pen and began to take notes of Damian's story. She wrote across the top of the page, in dramatically large letters, "THE BIRTH OF A HERO!"

THE BIRTH OF A HERO!

It all began a year ago. Damian was downtown, carrying a batch of groceries home, filled with generic canned meats and packs of cheap ramen. The bag was tucked under his right arm as he used his free hand to flick through his phone, perusing the latest Steam Fall sale. He just got his paycheck for the month, and by trading some healthier food for the packets of ramen, he had just enough money left to buy a few games.

The street was quiet today. Usually there were people walking past, cars honking at each other, and the occasional annoying stray animal tripping up Damian’s feet, but not today. Instead it was a silent, cool, and cloudy Fall afternoon. Not like Damian noticed any of this- he was too busy looking for ways to waste his money.

One item caught his eye. A bit of DLC for a train simulator game he didn't even own. Still, it was 90% off- a deal that doesn't come by often. Besides, he owned almost everything else worth owning on steam. He was just about to make the purchase when the Harmony City Monster Invasion Alarm System went off.

"Attention citizens of downtown Harmony City. A Level-A monster has been spotted near the intersection of 22nd Street and Specter Road. All citizens are advised to stay indoors until the threat has been neutralized. I repeat, stay indoors until the threat has been neutralized."

Damian stopped walking and looked up from his phone. 22nd Street and Specter Road? He always passed that intersection on his way home from the supermarket. Wait. Where was everyone? He looked toward the traffic light signs. Sure enough, he was on the intersection of 22nd Street and Specter Road.

"Hey there," said a cheery voice behind him. "What are you doing here?"

Damian turned around. Towering over him was some sort of humanoid plant creature, its "muscular" body of leaves reinforced by veins of vines. Its head was a massive sunflower, its face formed by the pistils on its surface. It smiled at him, looking much too friendly to be anything but.

"Didn't you hear the announcement? Everyone's supposed to be inside. A big scary monster is on the loose."

Uh oh. This wasn’t going to end well. Damian however, was a little distracted. He looked back down at his phone. The DLC was on a flash sale- if he didn't act soon, he'd miss it.

>>42613022
"Oh, I'm sorry, I should introduce myself!"

The monster stood to full height, almost double Damian's. It gave him a playful wink. "My name's Bloomy! I was a simple gardener, living on the outskirts of Harmony City. Every day, I would tend to my flowers. My pretty, pretty flowers." Bloomy chuckled, but its face grew dark. "But every time they bloomed, someone would always come by to ruin them! My lovely flowers, tarnished by disgusting, vile creatures!"

Damian blinked- just as Bloomy stood up, something behind him flew into the clouds. What was that? More importantly, will make a purchase? He only had a minute or two left. Damian tapped his foot, pondering.

"I began to hate all animal life, especially myself. My hatred grew so intense, that I transformed into the monster you see before you. At first I was horrified, but then I took it as a sign. I learned that in this world, it's kill or be killed, and it's about time the plants started doing the killing, don't you agree?" Bloomy cackled, a vine-like tongue whipping out of its "mouth". Damian’s attention escaped Bloomy’s grasp- he was still deciding whether or not he wanted to make a purchase.

A vine whisked Damian's phone from his hand, tossing it aside.

"Hey, I was looking at that!"

Bloomy knelt down, face to face with Damian. It reached out and ripped the groceries out of Damian's arms and poured them onto the street. Cans and plastic wrapped noodles clanked and crinkled as they scattered on the road.

"My groceries!"

The monster scanned the various foodstuffs on the ground. Nothing but canned meat and ramen. It chuckled. "Today's your lucky day, human. I don't see any leafy greens in your groceries, so you're free to go. Don't get me wrong, I'll still kill you one day, but you're not on my current agenda. Do you want to know what I'm currently hunting for?"

Damian gave a frustrated grunt as he knelt down, stuffing his groceries in a half destroyed bag. This situation just went from somewhat frightening to plain annoying.

"Horses! Disgusting, filthy horses! Year after year they would consume my precious flowers! Well no more! I heard there was a horse making its way around here, so I'll start with that one. By the end of this week, the entire equine species will be wiped off the face of the Earth!"

It cackled, much more invested in its evil scheme than anyone else. Bloomy regained his composure and walked away. "Have a good day, human! It won't be your last, but rest assured that it's coming real soon!"

Bloomy disappeared around a corner, heading for the edge of the city. Damian watched until its massive footsteps faded from earshot. A horse? In the city? Bloomy clearly had a few seeds shaken loose.

"What a weird monster... Oh crap, the flash sale!"

He dove for his phone and swiped the lock screen away. If he was quick, maybe he'd still have time!

Too late. The sale had cycled.

"Aw man..."

>>42613026
With the monster encounter and missed purchase opportunity out of the way, Damian continued on his way home, struggling to keep his monthly provisions inside the ripped bag. It wasn't much further- he lived in an apartment block near Harmony City's western borders.

A few minutes later and he was on the 12th floor. He knelt on the last step, huffing loudly.

"I- I'm really out of shape," he gasped. Why on earth did he get the tallest apartment room? Oh, right, because it was cheap.

He pulled himself towards the railing, leaning against it to catch his breath. In front of him was the military cordon, a mile wide stretch of dirt and gravel. It started with a twenty foot wall of steel and concrete, cutting off the urban sprawl and separating the inhabited city from the monster filled wildlands beyond. Once in a while a patrol of some humvees and soldiers would drive by, keeping its eye out for any monsters trying to sneak in.

Fortunately for Damian, this was a sparsely populated part of town, and monsters rarely ever came in this way, if only because there were always better pickings elsewhere.

Hardly anyone can recall a time when the cordon didn’t exist. Not that it’s been up for long- the wall went up around twenty years ago, but it’s easy to lose track of the past when things are constantly trying to kill you. Everyone tries to carry on their everyday lives, but there’s always an underlying fear that any day could be your last.

Maybe that’s why Damian didn’t care too much about Bloomy. He was waiting to die, just like everyone else in Harmony City.

No point mulling about it. He dragged himself towards his doorstep and kicked off his shoes, leaving them outside. Just as he was about to open the door, the familiar squeal of the Monster Invasion Alarm System went off.

"This is an update on the Level-A monster spotted in downtown Harmony City. Reports say that it takes on the form of a glowing winged unicorn, white in color. The monster has been spotted moving towards the western military cordon. Please remain in your homes until the threat has been neutralized."

Glowing winged unicorn? That didn't sound like Bloomy. Was there something even bigger and nastier on the prowl? If it was near the western cordon, then it was awfully close.

It didn't matter much to Damian- Bloomy left him alone and he was safely back home. Time to kick back and relax. He tossed his groceries in the empty fridge, filling it back up to its usual, unhealthy splendor. Once he finished, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flopping onto his sofa. An ad for Dan's Delicious Diner played, Damian's favorite restaurant. He kept a mental note to head there on Saturday for their sandwich special.

Wait a second. Was there something flying in front his balcony? Damian looked up and saw the large winged unicorn. A colorful mane, more like flowing water than hair, came from its head. Beneath its mane, its eyes glowed white, staring straight at him.

>>42613030
"Uh oh."

The wall of his apartment dissolved in a blinding glow. Damian covered his eyes, a blast of cold air washing over him. He dropped his arms, only for the city to fill up his vision. The entire side of his apartment was gone, taking some floor and ceiling with it. The unicorn was now in full view, its massive wings flapping to keep itself aloft. Golden regalia adorned its neck and hooves, and a crown sat behind its horn. This was one majestic looking horse.

Damian’s focus, however, wasn’t on the unicorn, but on his TV. It teetered on the edge, threatening to throw itself several stories down to its own demise. Fearing for the future of his entertainment, Damian threw himself from the couch, reaching for the television's wire. But before he could make a grab for it, he was grabbed out of the air by a strange, magical force, his entire body wrapped in a golden aura.

Damian could only watch helplessly as his television teetered over the edge and disappeared from sight. A few seconds later, there was the sound of plastic meeting a terminal velocity embrace with concrete. Damian shed a tear for his dear friend.

It occurred to him, however, that there were more pressing matters at hand. For one, he was now floating in the air. Two, he didn't know how. Three, it was probably because of the magical winged unicorn in front of him, giving him a steely stare of glowiness. So, he did know why. Scratch number two.

Damian gulped and looked around. "Hello?"

The unicorn spoke in a language completely incomprehensible to Damian. He could tell by its tone that, whatever it was saying, was probably important. The sky darkened, and a rainbow of colors filled the air, swirling together, like motor oil on water. The colors mixed and shaped out before him, forming like a hazy dream.

There were six horse-like creatures, though much too pudgy and colorful to be like any horse Damian had ever seen. They sported tacky looking tattoos on their haunches. The creatures smiled toward one another, holding each other in a loving embrace. What was this thing showing him?

One by one, each of the horses faded away, until nothing but their tattoos were left. One was a set of apples. Another, butterflies. There were also little party balloons and diamonds. The last two were a cloud with a rainbow colored lightning strike shooting out of it, and the other was a pink and white star burst.

The unicorn looked upon the tattoos, seemingly in sadness. It turned towards Damian and said something. It sounded like a question. Damian hesitated. What should he say?

"...Yes?"

>>42613038
The unicorn gave a solemn nod, and the tattoos spun around it, faster and faster. Their shapes stretched out into streams of light, spiraling in the air as they were drawn into a glowing sphere between Damian and the unicorn. The ball of light traveled to Damian and wrapped around his wrist. It felt warm to the touch, almost pleasant. He watched as the sphere remolded itself and became a purple bracelet on his wrist, inset with six gems. It looked really girly.

"Holy crap," he muttered.

"The burden is now yours," the unicorn said in a regal feminine voice.

"Whoa what?!" Damian shouted. "I can understand you now?!"

He never got an answer, as the unicorn looked toward the sky and shot away in a bolt of light. The golden field of magic holding him faded, and he felt his weight return to him... just as he was floating 12 stories up from the ground.

"OH FUUUUCK!"

Damian tumbled in the air, head over heels as wind rushed around him. His only thought was how he was about to end up like his television set- smashed into little itty bitty pieces. The last thing he saw before he made impact was the glimmer of the unicorn punching burst through the clouds as it left the atmosphere. A light shimmered from the bracelet on his wrist...

---

"And then you turned into Blue Fast and soared away, right?!" Laura said, leaning in.

Damian gulped down another bite of her sandwich. She gave Laura a flat stare.

"No. I hit the ground and broke every single bone in my body."

"Oh."

Damian shrugged and wiped her mouth with the back of a hoof. "So, can I continue?"

"Yeah, yeah, definitely, keep going."

"Eh-hem..."

---

Everything was agony. Damian couldn't feel his legs- not like he would've wanted to. Both of them were a mangled mess, with "joints" where joints ought not to be. The rest of his body didn't fare much better. His pelvis was split in half, his shoulders, dislocated, and most of his ribs, broken. Blood ran from his nose and down his cheek. It hurt to breath, like he could never catch enough air in his one working lung.

"That hurt," he managed to wheeze out. A raindrop fell on the tip of his nose.

This was it, then. The end of the road. Actually, he was in the middle of one, but that's neither here nor there. He was going to die after a winged unicorn put him through a weird acid trip, gave him a magical bracelet, then dropped him from 12 stories up. Certainly a unique way to die, but probably not the way he would've chosen.

It started to rain. His clothes clung to his skin.

Regrets bubbled up in his mind- how he would never live to see the release of Fallout 4, or never see another episode of his favorite anime, Baka no Monogatari. Worst of all, he would never again taste Dan's Delicious Decker sandwich. Damian choked back a sob. That was probably the worst part.

>>42613043
He was drenched, soaked to the bone. His breaths were coming shorter and shorter now. His heart was fighting its damndest to keep him alive. Damian closed his eyes, ready for the end.

Wait... was the bracelet still glowing?

With the little bit of strength he had left, Damian managed to lift his head towards the bracelet. The purple gem was pulsating. With each pulse. warmth radiated from the it, up his arm, over his shoulders, and soon to the rest of his body. It was almost pleasant- at the very least, it distracted from the unimaginable pain brought by a 12 story fall.

It didn't last. The caressing warmth shifted into a fever's pitch, burning through his body.The rain did nothing to soothe the heat consuming his flesh. His muscles throbbed, tugging at cracked and shattered limbs, firing off bouts of agony with each pulse. The worst, however, was in his bones. They began to twist and turn of their own accord, burning with the intensity of the sun.

Damian clenched his fists and cried out- this was probably worse than dying. A massive cracking sound came from his pelvis. Feeling came back in his legs, and he felt just how completely smashed to pieces they were. Yup, this was definitely worse than dying.

His right heel dragging against the concrete, knee rising into the air, poking into the bottom of his vision. It was beyond his control- he just wanted to lay there and get to the dying thing as quick as possible, but his body had other plans. His foot shot into the air, pulling his leg ramrod straight. Damian howled. His entire leg was squirming and throbbing, muscles seized in the worst charlie horse he'd experienced since Summer camp swimming.

His toes began to curl in his socks and grew. After everything that had happened up to that point, Damian was certain nothing could surprise him anymore. His foot aimed to prove him wrong as it lengthened outward, his heel narrowing, the lines his toes formed in his sock smoothing away. The fabric of his socks strained, trying its best to keep whatever was happening to his foot contained.

RIIIIP!

Relief washed over Damian as the sock tore to shreds, peeling away from his fuzzy skin. His toes were free from- wait... he couldn't feel his toes. Wait, fuzzy skin?

Damian looked back down. He was greeted by the back of a fuzzy purple hoof.

"What."

He stared at the mismatched anatomy that took the place of his foot. He tried to curl the toes he could no longer feel, and the hoof responded instead.

“What the fuck.”

As horrifying as it was, the changes weren’t stopping. It continued to grow in length, until it was more than twice as long as his still human foot. The fur crept up his ankles and up his calves, terrifyingly ticklish in their growth, bristling as they pushed through his skin and made themselves home.

Damian wanted to reach down and try to peel it off, but his body was still too shattered to move. He couldn’t even feel his breathing anymore.

>>42613046
He had an awful realization- he actually wasn’t breathing anymore. No air left his mouth, nor did his chest rise or fall. Yet, he was awake and conscious, perhaps more now than ever before.

His knee popped, pulling him away from his thoughts. Time to get back to watching the Damian’s Horror Body Show. The entirety of his right leg was covered in purple fur- at least, it felt like it. The coarse hairs soaked up all the water from his pants. What was worse, his calves were wasting away, muscle and bones shrinking and grinding as they drew the hoof closer to his knee.

Damian whimpered as a twinge radiated out from his other knee, popping as the leg shot into the air as well. He cried out again, the changes starting from the knee this time, fur radiating out from the cap, down his shins and up his thighs. As soon as the fur engulfed it, his foot creaked, aiming to play catch up with its pair. His toes curled, the arch of his foot stretched and flattened, until his sock tore apart. Two purple hooves wiggled in the air.

Good lord. He was turning into a horse.

Damian thought back to Bloomy. It was once a human, just like Damian, before its hatred turned it into a monster. Was the same happening to him? Damian tried to shut the thought out of his mind, but it kept coming back. There was no doubt about it. He was turning into a monster.

He hoped he would at least be a good looking monster. He’d even settle for cute.

His hooves slumped to the ground, too heavy for his human thighs to hold up, clopping against the road. Damian seized up, expecting a shock of excruciating pain, but none came. He blinked. His legs were healed. They were horse legs now, but fully healed horse legs.

The muscles in his hips and thighs throbbed, clenching and relaxing over and over. Damian’s face flushed red as he felt his rear widening, thighs growing to accommodate his new legs. His pelvis shifted around, forcing his legs wider apart. All Damian could do was gasp and tense, sweat running down his face as the changes in his lower body slowed to an end. At his stage, a casual observer would’ve assumed he was a satyr, with his human body and equine legs.

His thighs. They were too big. His pants tore by the seams, falling away from his massive, furry hindlegs. They were crushing his most prized possession. It was too much. Damian thought he was going to explode.

Until he didn’t. He felt a force seize his junk and drag it inward. He squirmed as best as he could as he felt a disturbing mix of warm euphoria along with the unsettling squelch of shifting organs. The pressure, at least, was gone. The relief was immense, but he couldn’t help but feel he just lost something incredibly important. What on earth just happened? He would have tried to reach down and find out, but his arms were still too mangled to do anything but lay on the ground.

>>42613049
His spine tingled, then popped as one by one, vertebrae squirmed out from his rear, forming a ratty looking tail from his rear. It felt so raw and sensitive against the road and rain, that it was a relief when the hairs started growing in, flowing out into a long tail of purples and pink.

Damian couldn’t see his new tail, but he could feel it swishing from his rear, bouncing between his ankles. Of all the awful things happening to his body, he had to admit that the tail was kind of neat.

Fur spread from his waist and up his torso. Damian was a skinny guy, so it was jarring when his gut swelled out, expanding to a horse’s belly. He nearly threw up as he felt his organs tumble around and squelch, trying to find a new place in the expanded real estate.

He ground his teeth as a massive weight pushed against his back. Damian let out a barely stifled scream as a massive snap threw his back into a concave arch. There was no way he was walking on two legs ever again.

But he knew that if anything was going to hurt, it was his chest. Every single rib was broken. Damian did the best he could to brace himself for it. One by one, his ribs shoved into place, pushing his chest out just a little bit more. Another pop, another inch. Tears ran down his face.

The pressure on his lungs disappeared, and he could breath again. That first gasp of air was the best breath he had ever taken in his life. His chest, now wide and barreled, pulled his shirt tight.

It hurt so much. Everything hurt so much. Damian didn’t want any of this. he just wanted to sit at home, watch TV, maybe play some video games. That what this day was supposed to be. But just a while ago he was dying from a fall he had no right to survive. Now, almost as a punishment for surviving, he was transforming into some awful monster. All because he said yes to some stupid unicorn.

He stared at the sky, rain mixing in with his tears. “Help,” he called out, quietly at first. “Help me. Somebody. Anybody!" He began to sob as he screamed. "Someone please help!"

But nobody came.

His shoulders pushed forward and to the side to match his barreled out chest. His shattered arms shot into the air as they were swallowed up by the sea of purple. Damian whined, knowing full well that every healed bone meant another equine bone.

His elbows drew toward his chest, almost disappearing into it. His forearms grew longer to compensate, his thin arms thickening with bone and muscle. After what happened to his feet, Damian knew what lied in store for his hands. This time, though, he WAS going to see the excruciating process up close and personal. He could barely contain his non-existent enthusiasm.

>>42613053
His three middle fingers swelled up, becoming thick and clumsy as they stuck together. His fingernails did the same, growing wider and wider until, with no other place to go, they grew into each other, merging into a single mass. The process would have been fascinating if it weren’t so excruciating, his broken wrists aching to keep his hands aloft.

All the while, the bracelet on his wrist pulsed, fueling the changes. This was all that stupid thing’s fault. He wanted to tear it off, throw it straight in the garbage where it belongs. He slapped his morphing hands against the bracelet. Nothing. Dammit.

As his fingernails grew, his three middle fingers merged together, first in flesh, then in bone. His pinkies and thumbs drew into his wrist, either unneeded or unwanted. The ring of keratin that was once his fingernails continue to expand, until it formed a hard purple hoof. The flesh of his fingertips swelled and filled the inside of his hooves, finishing them off.

His forelegs loosened, and he could now move them on his own. No more broken bones. He turned his new hooves toward his face, taking account of just how far from human they were.

With his forehooves now done, his shoulder blades creaked and swelled, pinching the flesh on his back before they set in their proper positions, broad and powerful.

As horrible as the chest was, it was nothing compared to the wings. The second Damian’s shoulder blades locked into place, they started to jerk and twist around. He cried out and finally mustered the strength to roll onto all four, feeling the heft of his weight on sturdy hooves for the first time.

It felt like something was trying to escape out of his back, clawing at his insides. The pure agony of the moment hit an apex as his shoulder blades widened, making way for two bony arms to shoot out of his back, ripping his shirt to pieces.

Damian almost blacked out, but the magic of the bracelet wouldn’t give him a break. Against his body demanding he pass out from the pain, he stayed conscious. The wings twisted and turned, muscles toning as they became stronger. Once they were at full strength, feathers began to sprout from them. They were small at first, but they came layer after layer until soon, full fledged wings hung down from his shoulders.

Damian couldn’t help but think they were kind of cool.

This was it. The fur, the harbinger of all these changes, was crawling up his neck. It creaked, growing longer and pulling his head away from his body, until it could grow no more.

Now the fur was creeping over his jaw. Would he still remember who he was after he changed? Of course he wouldn’t- Bloomy showed little care for his former humanity. Why would he be any different? Damian realized that he was going to die after all. Just in an awful, twisted way.

Everyone’s just waiting to die, anyway.

No point in fighting it.

>>42613059
The fur engulfed his ears. They twitched. Then they twitched again, before sliding upwards along the side of his head. The sound of shifting ear canals and cavities roared in his ears, crashing and sloshing like a whirlpool. His ears grew wider and deeper, twitching more and more dramatically as once unused muscles sprang to life. The very tops of his ears narrowed to tips, and soon, long, cute, purple ears swivelled from the top of his head. The feeling made him want to cry.

His black hair sprouted from his head, pouring over his long neck and shaping itself out. His bangs lifted into the air, grew, then hung over his head in a long flat cut. He couldn’t even see his new manecut, but he assumed it was similar to his tail- a dark purple with a pink and light purple highlight, cut flat and straight. Man… what a dorky haircut.

Damian’s face sat mismatched against the rest of his equine body. Time to get it over with. He pressed his eyes closed tight, feeling the fur creep over his brow, his eyelids, his chin, his cheeks, his mouth, then finally, his nose.

His eyes flew open, eyeballs throbbing in their socket. He clutched his temples, groaning as his eyes expanded in their sockets, skull grinding to keep up. He wanted to shut his eyes- shut his eyes from watching his nose widen and push out, dragging his mouth along with it. Shut his eyes from seeing a horn spiral out from his forehead, giving him the mother of all migraines. But he couldn’t.

The horn twirled out to full length. The pain disappeared. Damian gasped, panting. Was it over?

His horn began to glow, shining with an intense purple light. Damian’s thoughts blanked out as magic energy rushed from his horn and flushed his entire body. He lifted into the air, wings fully unfurled, light pouring out from his eyes and mouth. Air swirled around the unicorn, forming a bubble where rain couldn’t fall. His head rose up, pointing his horn into the sky.

A pillar of light flew from her horn and into the sky, illuminating the entire city. All of Harmony City remembers the day when that light appeared. It was the first time many people felt hope.

The light faded away and the rain fell once more. Damian’s wings folded up against his body as he settled down on his hooves. The light faded from his eyes, leaving them a brilliant, soft purple. He gasped.

The horse that was once Damian hung his head toward the ground, panting and heaving, rain dripping from his fuzzy purple chin. The transformation took a massive toll on him. For once, he was concerned about something other than sandwiches or video game deals. Having your species and gender changed around would do that to you.

Gender? No, no! Just species, just species! Damian desperately wanted to throw up, but as hard as he tried, nothing came out. Only later would he learn that horses couldn't puke.

>>42613064
At least he was still himself, right? No burning desire to destroy Harmony City and all its inhabitants? Dig as he might, Damian found no hate, malice, or even disgruntlement in his heart. Awesome. He still wasn’t human, but he needed to take stock of the small victories.

He went crossed eyed, staring at the purple protrusion in between his eyes. What the hell was that thing? Cautiously, he lifted a hoof and poked it. It scrunched. It was some weird combo of both his nose and mouth.

“S-snout?" he stammered, in a voice that was anything but masculine. Oh god, was that his voice? Wait. Was that what that empty feeling was? Did he turn into a girl?!

Please no.

Despite fearing what he would find, Damian took a moment to assess his gender. Girly voice? Check. Long hair? Check. Strange absent feeling between the legs? He gulped as he craned his neck to see his nethers.

Yup. Double check. No doubt about it- Damian was female now.

He trembled, the distinct lack of any masculine features damaging his self-image. Might as well get started with pronouns, she joked to herself, trying to seize control of the situation. She/her. Damian winced- she felt like she was making a Tumblr profile. She wanted to puke. Too bad she couldn’t.

Her legs wobbled, brain trying to make sense of being a quadruped. She ventured a shaky step forward, only to misstep and roll onto her side. This wasn't good. Damian was scared of being stuck like this. Her hooves were useless. Her tail whipped around, and the sensations of new muscle, bone, and nerve were alien and uncomfortable. Not a single aspect of her resembled her old self- her hair was now purple and neat, she was covered in fur, and her face was all adorable and horse-like. No one was ever going to believe she used to be human.

She looked over a shoulder, examining her purple body, her soaked clothes hanging on in tatters, especially on her wings. On her haunches was a tattoo- a pink and white star burst. Just like one of the horses in her vision. Puzzle pieces clicked together in Damian's adorable head- did she just become one of those mares?

There was a glimmer of light. She looked toward her right forehoof and grimaced. The bracelet was still stuck firmly on her arm, now her foreleg. She smacked it against the ground. Its metal body clacked against the asphalt, but showed no signs of damage. She smacked it again.

"Hey! Change me back, you stupid piece of junk! Turn me back human!"

The bracelet paid her no heed, the purple gem on it glowing without interruption.

"Dammit, turn me back right now or-"

Her ears flicked and swiveled. She leapt into the air and flared her wings, just as a vine smashed through a nearby wall. Bits of concrete peppered her face as she glided away and back onto the street with a clop. Where the hell did that come from? And wait... did she just fly? How did she know how to do that?!

>>42613069
The dust settled, and a familiar silhouette faded into view. The vine retracted into its arms as it stepped closer, a dangerous smile on its face.

"Hey there," Bloomy said. "Finally found you."

Damian took a step back, almost tripping onto her haunches. "Who- whoaa! H-Hey, Bloomy, hold up- I think there's been a mistake!"

"Oh, there's no mistake. I wasn’t able to find that horse, but then I heard some pitiful cries for help, so I thought I’d find out who it was and kill them. Who knew I would come just in time to see you for what you really are.” He grinned. “You're just like me, aren't you? A monster who was once human."

"Huh? What, no! This horse thing is just a... wardrobe malfunction! Look, I'll change back and-"

Bloomy smiled and shook his head. "Doesn't matter either way. I said horses were on my agenda. Now, I see a horse right in front of me."

Its arms stretched out, coiling on the ground like ropes. Multiple vines rose into the air like snakes, tips sharp as spears. Each one of them aimed towards Damian.

"Time to die."

The vines hurled themselves forward, filling the air, all aimed to skewer Damian in the face.

"Oh crap."

Vzzzt!

A wall of purple energy encircled her and deflected the vines. She gawked at the shield, hearing the rain pitter patter against it. Where in the world did this thing come from? Warmth flowed from the horn on her forehead, pouring a gentle purple light onto her snout. She was using magic!

Bloomy stared. "Got a few tricks up your hooves, huh?"

Damian shook her head as the shield dissipated, crumbling like shards of purple glass before fading. "I swear, I don't know how I'm doing this! Can we please just go back to you killing me later, 'cause I'd really appreciate that."

The corner of its mouth twitched. "You're just mocking me now, aren't you? Disgusting, filthy animal!"

Bloomy retracted its arms, then drove them into the ground. With a grunt, it ripped a slab of asphalt from the road, hoisting it over its head. "Eat this!"

The massive hunk of road flew through the air, straight at Damian. No way she was dodging this one. How did she make the shield? Did she just think about it? What if she thought about blasting it, instead?

Her thought transformed into a pulse that travelled from her brain and through her horn. Damian shrieked as a powerful blast of purple light erupted from her forehead and surged forward, meeting the projectile head on and evaporating it. The smell of hot asphalt filled the air as the dust settled. Bloomy's wasn't smiling anymore. Damian on the other hoof hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Holy crap," Damian said, a look of pure awe on her snout. "D-Did you see that? I just blasted your attack by just thinking about it!"

>>42613077
Bloomy shook, its eyes sinking even deeper into its face. Damian, however, was ecstatic. All of her concerns from earlier- the loss of her humanity, her changed gender, her broken TV- were pushed away by just how awesome and bad-ass she felt.

"And it barely took any effort, too! Holy crap, maybe I can get used to this horse thing. Sure, being a girl is kind of weird, but I think I can get used to that too!"

Bloomy thrust its hand forward, throwing five razor sharp bamboo shanks toward Damian. She confidently widened her stance, horn glowing as another shield sprang up in front of her. The bamboo shanks glanced right off, just as she leapt into the air and soared over Bloomy.

Rain fell on Bloomy’s face as it looked up. The little horse’s silhouette stuck out against the sky- an easy target. But before Bloomy could act, Damian launched a ball of magic energy. Bloomy jumped back, barely escaping the spell as it hit the ground, sending licks of energy everywhere. The air tasted of electricity as Damian landed onto the ground, face burning with determination.

Magical energy coursed through Damian’s body. The power she possessed was incredible. A library of spells sat in her mind, ready to be launched from her horn at a moment’s notice. Her wings made her as agile as any predator. Her body, taut with equine strength, could definitely take a beating.

If she was still human, Bloomy would have killed her immediately. But as this mare...

She knew- she was no longer Damian. This mare, whoever she was, needed a name. Her tattoo sparkled, matching the fire in her spirit. The rain began to let up as the sun shone through the clouds, gleaming off her purple coat and mane with the colors of twilight. Damian's eyes lit up. She had it. A smile spread on her lips. She thought of how smart she felt, and how her twilight colors sparkled in the sun.

She declared to herself, "I am purple... and smart... Purple Smart!"

Bloomy leaned forward and snarled. "What are you going on about?!"

She smirked. "Yeah. I get it now. For years, we've had to suffer under the monsters invading our home. Every day, we fear it'll be our last. We accepted that as our fate…

“But with the power I've been granted… We're done hiding! For once, humanity has a chance!" She locked eyes with the monster in front of her. "Listen up, Bloomy! And tell all your friends, too!"

She stood tall, wings flaring out. "I am Mare Man, and Harmony City is under my protection! As long as my body draws breath and this bracelet is on my wrist, your reign of terror is over!”

She crouched down, ready to charge.

“Get ready to-"

A vine whipped from behind Damian and clutched around her torso, wrapping her legs tight against her body. She gasped as she was hoisted into the air, dangling over a livid Bloomy, its mouth growing fangs in its rage.

>>42613083
"I will not be humiliated like this!" it shrieked. The vines around her body tightened, squeezing the air out of her lungs. "Disgusting vile stupid animal! I will wipe every single one of your kind off of this earth! Then the plants will reign over the world, with me as their eternal protector!"

It cackled, tossing seeds against Damian's snout. She leaned her head away, trying to keep them from getting in her eyes. There was no way she could die now- not after having survived this long.
“Why protect these disgusting humans, anyway? They’ll have no love for you. You’re a monster, just like me.”

She squirmed against Bloomy's grip, horn flickering as she tried to think of some way to pry herself loose.

“I'm nothing like you,” she spat. “Even if I am a monster, at least I'm a monster that wants to protect people! You're a monster that only wants to hate and destroy.”

Bloomy chuckled. "Oh, you’re funny. I was going to kill you first, but now... now I think I’ll have some fun with you!" Its cruel grin widened. "How does a hundred years of being slowly ripped in half sound?"

The vines pulled at her chest and legs, her spine popping from the force. Damian's horn glowed, ready to cast a spell.

A massive growl came from her gut. Her eyes widened in embarrassment. Good god, she was starving! The energy from her horn dissipated, sputtering like a car running on empty. She hadn't eaten anything since this morning.

"What's that? Hungry? Hahaha! Maybe it'll be better for you to starve to death! Too bad- I was hoping to have a little fun, but this will do!"

Damian's mind raced to conjure a cutting spell, but just before the thought could manifest into her horn, thoughts of her immense hunger took over. She needed to eat so badly, and it was getting in the way of her magic!

Bloomy brought Damian closer, running its tongue along her chin. “Time to go nighty-night, little horsey.”

The vines were getting tighter and her vision hazed. There was no way this could be the end. She just realized how much of a badass she could be as a magical unicorn mare. Too tight. She was about to pass out.

The end of Bloomy's vine wiggled in front of her face. Huh. A clever idea sparked in her head. She ran her tongue over her lips and teeth. She did trade away all her vegetables for ramen, and now… she had the biggest hankering for salad.

* * *

>>42613089
An awful groan came from Damian's stomach. She clutched her gut, putting a hoof up to her mouth. Her eyes darted to her sandwich, and realization dawned on her face.

"Urk. U-Uh oh."

Laura looked up from her nearly filled out notebook, pencil worn down to a stub. "What's wrong? You were right in the middle of your epic battle."

Damian's purple face was looking a little green. "I- I just remember that... horses can't... can't..."

Laura leaned back. "Can't what...?"

"Eat... M-meat!"

Damian disappeared in a purple flash, catching Laura by total surprise. Her pencil flew out a broken window and under a busted car, lost forever. She was about to call out Damian's name, before she heard howls of anguish escaping from the men's restroom.

Well this was awkward. Laura sat in place, unsure of what to do or say. Her interview of epic heroic origins was just interrupted by meat induced bowel troubles. Now she was trying her best to ignore Damian's intestinal struggles.

This was definitely not going into her report.

Laura sat back in her chair, looking over her notes. "Damian sure loves his sandwiches," read one note. "Incredibly laid-back, even before getting his powers."

She put a hand over her mouth. One note troubled her.

"He was so hyped to become a hero... what happened?"

The sound of flushing came from restroom and Damian trotted out, still looking quite queasy. She rubbed a hoof on her belly, trying to quell the digestion rebellion occurring within her gut. As she sat down, she used her magic to wrap up what was left of her sandwich. Seemed she was still intent on saving it for later.

"So..." Laura said, trying to pull back the momentum of her interview. "How did you end up defeating Bloomy, anyway?"

"Oh." Damian paused for a long while, hesitating to answer. Her eyes wandered around, trying to find the best way to phrase it. She sighed, and said, "I ate it."

Laura blinked. "You... ate it. You ate Bloomy."

"Yeah. I was a horse and it was, well, leafy green stuff, right? It was the worst salad I've ever eaten, though. At least real salad doesn't threaten to kill your friends and family while you eat it."

No, no. This was just too ridiculous. Laura couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing. Eating your opponent? Especially your first ever as a hero? It was just too much for her. Damian watched Laura bust a gut, her expression flat and placid.

"Wow, Damian, just... wow. I don't know how, but you've defied every expectation I had of you."

Damian tilted her head, ears flopping slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Well, like, it all sounds so amazing! Your story, the origin of your powers, your fight with Bloomy? So..."

She watched Damian pick up her phone her magic telekinesis, yawning as she poked at the screen with a hoof. Any sense of passion or spirit had left her long ago.

>>42613093
"What happened?"

Damian looked up from her phone and put it down. She shrugged. "I got caught up in the moment, I guess. After a while, I realized how much work being a hero is. In the end, I'm just a guy who wants to watch TV and play video games all day. Honestly, this bracelet gets in the way of that a lot."

Laura winced, biting down on the nail of her thumb, but nodded. She pulled out another pencil from her shirt pocket and filled in the last few empty spaces of her notebook.

"Well, if that's everything, I'm going to head home." Damian shuffled off the seat, went down on all four, and walked toward the ruined entrance. "See you around, maybe."

"Yeah, you too Damian. Thanks for the interview. And, sorry about your favorite restaurant getting trashed."

Damian looked at the rubble of Dan's Delicious Diner. She sighed, looking down at her bracelet solemnly. "Yeah."

She closed her eyes as her horn glowed. With a flash, she was gone. Laura looked back down at her notebook, now filled to the brim with anecdotes and information. Now all she had to do was write her article. She was going to show this city just how important Damian was to them. And hopefully, she'll be able to show Damian just how important he was, too.

Will Damian ever regain his heroic spirit? Will Dan’s Delightful Diner be doomed to die? And will Laura ever find out what happens to Damian’s pants when he transforms?! Stay tuned next time for future episodes of Mare Man!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VzrgcP7_AeFVwSmUbNbd5mat688d97wKV8CHhGlWfNY/preview?tab=t.0

I was lurking the archives and notice a lot of trans posting here, is it true that this is the most trans general?

>>42613190
There is both stallion and mare TF.

>>42613190
It's 4chan, you're gonna have trannies. This is not always a bad thing.

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>>42613190
Yeah I'm trans
Trans-species
What of it

>>42611673
>What if me just being here is the poison?
If I knew that Equestria would be materially altered by my presence there, I'd be really hesitant to go.
Unless I knew for an absolute fact that the change would be minor and essentially be "absorbed" by the preordained timeline, the fear of a major butterfly effect would gnaw at me so, so bad.

look, i appreciate a story as much as anyone else, but this website is not the fucking place bro, not to waste 20 posts that could be condensed into a single googledoc but i guess actively making threads die faster is preferable to being able to efficiently write your entire story as once piece that doesn't need to be uploaded into 20 parts and take a half hour to post in it's entirety.

>>42613098
That was really good! Never thought One Punch Man + Ben 10 + MLP could somehow combine together into a cohesive story but here we are

>>42613795
You are wrong.

>>42613851
how is a google doc you can just make once and post however many times as needed not easier than forcing yourself to spend a half hour uploading the same story piece by piece and having to cut it at specific and arbitrary points?
could just finish the story, post it in 15 seconds, and be immediately move on to other things while waiting for feedback instead of wasting your own time and wasting perfectly good posts in a thread on an IMAGEboard

>In ancient equestria (you) did something that saw you exiled
>if you were an alicorn back then you were stripped of it by the tree of harmony itself for your crimes and sent into cosmic timeout
>while luna later got banished to the moon she was still in the world technically whereas you got put in the void
>this meant your soul wandered trying to escape and you had a whole ass human life before your exile was up and the tree released you, your exile wasnt meant to be this long but the tree didnt want to take chances until both sisters and the elements were around again
>you've only lived for average anon years old, not existed for millenia plus you're just you not some pony oc right?
>because of void exile you genuinely have no memory of any prior existence to being human and with how the void lacks anything to it, its unclear if human you was the original you or this evil horse you the two sisters are wary of is the original

>>42613867
>Ugh, how dare someone post a story in a story-centric general! Now I'm upset!
Just enjoy the read, turbofaggot

>>42613931
it's not a story-centric general and that's not what I said. hard to believe someone could join a thread they think is story centric and not know how to fucking read.

>>42613924
Now I'm just imagining the princesses reactions as this apparently ancient evil alicorn acts like a normal, very confused, guy.

>>42614077
This is a story-centric general.

>>42614077
Tf you mean it's not story centric, we have an archive of transformation stories

>>42614144
>>42614164
we also have an archive of pictures, cuz it's an IMAGEboard. been lurking here forever, most of the time it's pictures of TF or links to stories, not killing the thread by posting 50 messages that could've been one message and a few constructive critique posts instead of wasting everyone's time including the author's. the content in here is primarily art. using up 20 posts for one story is still only one work of art you wasted 20 posts on. not my fault you're so stupid you'd have a safer bet that flurryheart circa season 7 could graduate college with a master's before you scramble your way out of kindergarten

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>>42614214
If you've been on /mlp/ for any time at all then you'd know that story-writing threads have almost always posted their stories in full in the thread.
I will continue to do so.

>>42614284
people also used to use inferior programming techniques or technology but adapt and change as time moves forward, maybe you slowpokes should fucking try it

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>two one four
Most people that reee about how this is an imageboard also accompany their posts with images

>>42614354
accompany their posts with images you say?
but I accompany my posts with writing, I thought writing was accepted here, is it suddenly not acceptable?
but you guys seem so salty over someone suggesting you make it more efficient so the thread doesn't keep fucking dying and your response is "well you didn't post an image" did the dude wasting 30 minutes of their life on 20 posts post any images? no? fascinating tell me again why you're against the idea of using technology to be efficient and not kill threads?

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>>42614441
you're not wrong SPECIFICALLY that using another site would be more efficient but god do i wish the monkeys paw would curl a finger and turn you into a pony specifically so you can't type more low quality ragebait with your clunky hooves

I can't believe it, but I've gotta give you all the ancient wisdom of days gone past.
He doesn't actually care, he just wants you to be mad.
Don't feed the parasprites.

>>42614836
lmao

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Earth pony Dash transformation?

>>42615444
Turning into Dash without her best feature would be a huge disappointment.

>>42615533
> Wake up.
> Rainbow Dash is standing over you, looking confused. The rest of the mane six standing behind her.
> "Why is there an earth pony version of me?" She asks.
> You look down at your body. You're Rainbow Dash, minus the wings.
> "Well fuck." You say out loud.

>>42615767
Rainbow Dash had better watch out. Her wings might get stolen.

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is mare to filly tf based?

>>42616049
Yes. What's up with her face?

>>42616605
She turned into a demon. lmao

>>42616003
If I wasn't busy working on both Silver Platter, and my little passion project, unforgivable cold. I'd write an actual green.

>>42607462
>existing character TF
Awful.

>>42613638
>Constantly muttering to yourself that you're not supposed to be here.
>Come off as an absolute weirdo everypony avoids.
>Always spending time at libraries trying to find spells that can take you back home and render you human again.
>May or may not be banned from the castle after one too many attempts at trying (and failing) to garner an audience with Sunbutt.

>>42616494
Filly tf doesn't cure the chemical burn disfigurement

Any anon bug horse greens?

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>>42616003
I believe one of the IDW comics was about that. Some unicorns stole Dash's wings to try and make themselves into alicorns. When I say it out loud that's actually a pretty neat idea.
(You) Anon unicorn steals wings off of a local filly with dark magic, and become a false alicorn. Scams small isolated town into treating them like a prince/sses. Anon is a real power hunger jerk. You end up having Celstra/Luna suddenly brusting into your inn-room (filled with bits and fancy things you've conned from the town) and get zapped to near death when they attack you (the princess's also thought you were an alicorn and used a way to powerful spell on you). Filly gets her wings back and now you are forced to make amends with the town, by fixing up the town and repaying everypony you conned tenfold, with free labour.

>transforming into a unicorn mare
I am okay with this
>transforming into a Pegasus of either gender
Still okay with this
>transforming into male earth pony
This is worse than death!

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You rub a magical lamp and a genie emerges! Unfortunately, his powers are limited and he can only grant you the wish of bringing back one writefag/drawfag to either finish an unfinished tale or do one art piece. Who is it and why?

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Observe! My magnum opus.

>>42618297
Why does this remind me of that one meme involving that guy who throws a table and shouts I hate you?

>>42618079
The anon behind anon filly feat abusive twilight.

Thinking about giving Silver Platter a love interest. Should I make them male or female?

>>42618297
It's lovely. Thank you.

>>42618068
Im an earth pony male though, am i supposed to feel bad about it

>>42618435
Female, but have a stallion be interested in her.

>>42619311
Okay.

>>42618079
Wand of Inferno, for his pandafilly/anoncolt green but I'll tell him to never actually finish it because I still miss my friend

>>42618068
I'm okay with it if it happens to you.

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>>42600412
Now back to the show

>>42618068
you need to be tf'd into an earth pony so you can learn that erfies live good and wholesome lives

> Anon tells ponies about the tale of the princess and the frog.
> One of them wonders out loud if anon would transform into a pony if he was kissed by one.
> This leads to all the ponies trying to kiss him.
> He ends up transforming into princess/alicorn anonmare.

>>42620101
A faggot of timberwolves!

>found as a colt some time before luna's banishment
>brought into an orphanage
>showed great promise in magic and was taken in as celestia's student at puberty, what would have started her tradition of taking in students on the regular
>luna does not know of him since her falling out with her sister has already come to a point where they rarely speak
>during the actual lunar rebellion anon was already an adult and sent away for his safety
>celestia did not have much future plans for anon at this time, not like twiggles in canon
>certainly not expecting him to ascend to an alicorn

>after elements of harmony makes both princesses disappear equestria was in chaos
>anon became the defacto ruler honestly on accident because the currently nobles at the time thought he was celestia's consort or something
>anon tried to correct it but the responsibilities piled up before he could do anything
> the real point where he became an alicorn was when other hostile races tried to take advantage of equestria
>since anon still had some human bloodthirstiness in him, he fought back with everything celestia taught him
>along with some custom spells he made

>Nightmare Moon happens
>Celestia banishes her sister, but also ends up banishing herself
>A century of strife as Equestria fractures and falls apart, beset both internally and externally on all sides.
>Cue Anon being dumped into the setting as an Earth Pony colt at exactly 100 years after the Princesses disappeared.
>Figures out the setting really quick, even if he's in some G rated grimdark AU apparently.
>something something started off a regular sarcastic asshole type anon, but quickly lost that because being a dick to a bunch of miserable ponies just trying to eek out their shitty existence is honestly just depressing.
>Grows up (again) among ponies, hears their sorrows and understands their problems.
>As a grown stallion, sees things only deteriorating further, with no end in sight.
>Eventually realizes if Celestia is really gone then nobody is going to save Equestria
>So he'll have to do it himself.
>Cue massive adventure where Anon explores the pony lands, fights off all manner of creatures, monsters, bandits, and corrupt leadership to slowly find the scattered elements and unite the tribes.
>Defeats multiple big bads through a mix of pure luck and human spite.
>It's an adventure that spans decades.
>Fully unites Ponykind and is ascended to Alicorn by Harmony, becoming King of all Ponies.
>Approximately 840 years later, canon begins.
>something something ended as a far wiser, better overall person.

>ConANon the barbarian pony
>gets bored of ruling because he can't punch shit anymore

>>42618079
Chromewasp

>>42622094
jewish filly

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>>42620792
>Mane 6 (sans AJ, she doesn't believe in it) keep badgering you in their own ways to see if the tale is true.
>This ranges from Ponk making a scene at your job to Fluttershy following you home from work, to even Twilight having set up a lab bench in your living room when you do finally get home.
>This goes on for a week.
>Reach wits end after RD pulls the "Me? Kiss you? As if!" routine despite hovering dangerously close to your face.
>March down to Sweet Apple Acres to get the orange one to talk some sense into her friends.
>Knock on the door while being harassed by a gaggle of mares pushing from the back.
>AJ finally, albeit frustratedly, opens up after two attempts.
>But it turns out the weight of five grown ponies is too much even for a human.
>Collapse face first into an accidental 'kiss' with the country gal.
>*POOF!*
>Suddenly feel all sorts of wrong in every part of your body.
>"AH-HA! I knew it was true!", cries Ponk.
>Catch a glance at yourself in the reflection of a nearby grain silo.
>Staring back at you is not a human but an...
>Alicorn.
>"Ah, shouldn't he be a tad less...mare-y?"

>"Well Anon did say it was a story about a princess and a frog. Though I'm a little confused on who's who right now..."
>A *female* alicorn.
>tfw fyl

>>42622975
LMAO. Amazing expansion on the green text.

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>>42618079
Feels weird for me to say Alycorn and the PBG rewrite considering it's technically already been finished once... but that one.

>>42620101
I'm gradually becoming more and more attached to these guys' antics

>>42624249
Compiled from:
>>37308591
>>38539081

>>42616985
https://pastebin.com/g4d9Ftm7

>>42616049
Who are the OCs?

Here me out, guy gets transformed into an alicorn/princess. Said alicorn doesn't actually want to be a princess. But believing it's fate, Twilight and the other princesses try to get her to act like one. Ironically the more they do that, the more anxious and less she wants to be a princess. But whenever they aren't pressuring her and she's allowed to do her own thing, she ends up unintentionally fulfilling her princess duties and does a good job at it. Thinking about writing a story like that in a setting based off the nun allowed story's setting. But first I'd need to complete the Comet Cutter rewrite and Silver Platter stories I'm working on. (I mean technically I don't since I just do this for fun and it's not an obligation. But I'd hate to leave a story unfinished.)

>>42627024
Sounds like it could be an interesting premise!
You could introduce conflict from a bunch of different angles - interperson (interpony?) relationships between anonicorn and the other princesses, internal conflict about becoming something she didn't ask for, maybe some kind of big bad that she has to deal with, or even an intersection of two or more of those.
I'm an incredibly strong proponent of "finish your fics," but it's a great premise to keep in your pocket.

New Zephyr knockoff just dropped (just ponyless, ew)
https://doggyhell.neocities.org/

>>42627251
>wherearetheponies.jpg
It's tough for me to be interested in media like this, and it’s for the sole reason that it’s not pony – the story could be exactly the same as Zephyr’s Tale save for a few Ctrl+F instances, yet all my interest would evaporate. Actual horses/ponies, donkeys, zebras, etc summon some enthusiasm, but it’s nowhere close to pony media.
It’s irrational and kinda bums me out, since I’m probably missing out on otherwise great media.
I don’t know how common that sentiment is.

>>42627251
Without pony there is no point.

We need more TF stories that are like this: https://youtu.be/Lkp6uHsyCks?si=Nj9Fdxe2x7v7UwDT

>>42629789
Sadly, I think this thread has had less of an appetite for body horror in recent years.
I think it adds emotions that are hard to incorporate via other means, though to be fair, I still prefer when it's used like a spice rather than the main course.

>>42630019
NTA, but speak for yourself. I'm starving for some proper body horror over the wish-fulfilment we've been getting.
No hate on our writefags, they're doing what I can't, but I have my wants.

>>42630106
can i have the specifics of what ur into

>>42630506
>"Anon, what are you doing with that bat?"

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>>42630524
Look at her, she's already hit herself with it! She chose to be a pony at the cost of major brain damage!
People can't be trusted with these TF bats and I'm going to write my senator about a universal ban on such instruments of havoc.

>>42630550
I don't think the brain damage was caused by the bat.
That said I don't trust that faggot to continue using it.

>>42630524
>"It'll turn you into a pony, trust me bro, just hold still while I line up this swing"

>>42630154
Click the link here: >>42629789

>Equestria's natural wildlife was more akin to Earth's before Discord, free, wild, and powerful in its own right
>Made even more powerful due to being directly connected to an alicorn
>Sadly the connection went both ways
>When Discord made the natural world chaotic, Anonicorn couldn't compensate and went mad
>Got banished
>Without him around to regulate the damage Discord had done, earth ponies took control of the land and pegasi took control of the skies
>But they could never get it to actually work
>Earth ponies could motivate the earth to grow food, but pegasi had to manually do everything to do with weather
>Without Anon, it was like the entire planet had fallen into a coma
>This lack of control emphasized in the few times the weather or land have gone haywire in a way that neither race could get under control
>Celestia had to watch this for a thousand years
>What made it worse is that Luna returned before Anon
>By all means, he should have returned first
>But instead the sisters were able to catch up
>It took Discord being released, and then resealed for the resultant chaos to finally crack the seal on Anonicorn's banishment
>But when he returned he was... off
>It's like he didn't remember himself
>He didn't remember Equestria or his sisters
>He didn't remember, or even care for their subjects
>When offered a place ruling by them to help their ponies, his only response with "why the hell would I want to help you?"
>It took all of Celestia's strength to not break down into tears as her brother glared at her like she was a stranger that had offended him and walked away without so much as a second glance
>This new lease on life was stranger for Anon
>He'd been spat out into an alien world, in alien skin and these freaks were acting like they knew him
>But there was something else, some sort of itch in the back of his head and in his new hooves and wings
>This world was all kinds of weird
>Pegasi moved clouds around manually
>Plants didn't grow without earth ponies
>The only place that made sense was the Evergree Forest
>So he decided to set up there
>It helped that the ponies were afraid of it, so he got left alone
>And his mind seemed to calm down in there
>But the rest of Equestria bothered him
>It's like he could feel it at the edges of the Everfree
>This world that didn't act naturally
>Sure, he was on an alien planet from Earth, so maybe their weather and planet didn't work the same
>But the sky and land shouldn't need help to work
>Right?
>Meanwhile, for some reason, the Cloudsdale weather factory machines began to overload, the pegasi struggling to keep the weather that had seemed to gain a mind of its own under control
>And all over Equestria, the various branches of the Apple Family farms have begun writing to each other about advice for the strange way their trees were spreading
>When word reaches Celestia and Luna, the sisters feel a mix of elation and trepidation
>Equestria was finally waking up

>>42630770
>Be you
>Chilling in some gay old castle inna woods after escaping the big horses
>Lots of books here, beats fapping with hooves and rolling around in the dirt
>that got old after the first 2 days
>The other horsies won't come in here, forest is haunted/cursed/spooky something like that
>It'd be fine, great even. but..
>Weird, WEIRD shit keeps happening
>Like weird even for horseworld
>The trees for one, some freak carved faces into half of them and they creak obnoxiously whenever you're near to them
>It doesn't help that the creaking hits that same unpleasant tone that sounds like your name being called sometimes
>The trees are bad enough but then the little piles of random crap kept piling up.
>Flowers, some apples, a half-shredded book, at least one gold coin albeit filthy, odds and ends that left you wondering if you'd made lair with some particularly covetous birds eager to stock their nests with whatever crap they'd found
>All manageable really until today
>The source of the assorted items turned out to be a half dozen or so dogs made of twigs and leaves
>Some of them bowed, bowed to you, then another trotted forward proud with something orange, feathery and thrashing in its jaws
>A chicken you thought initially but when it spat the thing out at your hooves covered in sappy-spit it wasn't a chicken
>It was a scootaloo, a flightless breed of bird known for obsession with bright colours

>>42624571
Same

>>42630741
So you're pretty broadly into all kinds of body horror?

>>42631454
Yes.

>>42622975
Does that make Applejack the frog?

>>42607814
the mirror portal is so under rated

>>42614836
i need a fanfic on this.

>>42634390
Yippee! Body horror!

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>>42634954
I guess it is if you're ginger.

>>42634954
That image may well be the most mild thing that could technically be called “body horror.”
It’s barely even in “body discomfort” territory.

>>42633408
At that point, I don't think the distinction is the issue. Anonmare violently vivisecting 5 of the Mane 6 with magical powers is.

>>42635547
Bold of you to think that Applejack would be spared amid the carnage

>>42635587
The sheer power of cider inebriation and racist tendencies will see her through.

>>42635529
I'll take anything at this point. There's very little anymore.

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>>42635604
In a way, I think it’s liberating.
If images that don’t follow the conventional body horror tropes are still in play as something you like, then you have a lot more opportunities to reinterpret images that are “close enough.”
People do this frequently by pretending that images which have nothing to do with TF are post-TF images – usually with the help of a concerned expression and/or mirror. I like a relatively rare TF subject, so I’m certainly among that group.
Two minutes of caption writing can go a long way.

>“Someone h-help me! Do... Do something to make it stop!”
>“Every time I think about them they keep flapping, and it feels like they’re growing more each time too!”
>“I can tell my back’s all messed up from them, I need to get these... sssstupid things cut off! Before my spine gets any more bent out of shape than it already is!”

>>42608140
>My parents hated, they saw I was a boy and just went "Yeah something-stallion", same with Anon-Mare. At least I am thankful they believed in me enough to think I'd get to adulthood and didn't called me Anon-colt instead.

>You know what happens to those that never find their special talent? Yep You are seeing it kid. You get a question mark to forever remind you and everyone else how much of a dissappointment you are. You look old enough... I would hurry to get my mark if I were you.

>Don't know, why all the griffins look the same? And about sisters dating each other, you can ask your's if you are feeling curious.

>And she is not our daughter, we found her in a box on the side of the road, she also had the "loser mark" so we both said 'Hey, we are all lonely pieces of garbage, maybe we can be lonely pieces of garbage together so it won't be as lonely'

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>>42620101
>>42624571
Hope you are still here <3

>>42635917
Probably a regular occurrence for her. Transformed ponies show up all the time.

What hecking rule.

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>>42635604

>>42636239
Nice.

>>42617563
Anon should count himself lucky that he gets to keep his hooves.

>>42635917
>Zecora hasn't had a single full night's sleep in the 287 days since the portal opened between Earth and the Everfree forest

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Anyone got more body horror?

>>42638517
>"Hold still Anon! Or else I might accidentally scatter your entire being into the aether."

>"Wait what-"
>*BZZZZT!*

>>42638081
Is this from a fic? That's an odd caption to have without any context.

>>42638751
Now now, we can't have body horror if there ain't no body left to horror

>>42638810
Remember how Dr Manhattan gradually reconstructed himself? Imagine that but with ponification.

>>42638838
Honestly I'm not the least bit familiar with that media, but it sounds like the inverse of the end of "Outbreak" (the PTFG fic) where the MC is vivisected nerve by nerve, cell by cell, atom by atom.

>>42638851
Well the pretext is that the guy Dr Manhattan used to be was quite literally atomised. It just transpires that said accident also turned him into the closest thing to a god.
He basically reconstructs himself from nothing to a floating CNS, to a skeleton with musculature and then back to a full-bodied (albeit blue and bald) human.
The process was apparently quite painful.

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>>42638863
That sounds metal. Is he the end boss of the body horror genre, as well as the dude from the "do you like plones" meme?

>>42638517
No, i hate writing body horror

>>42638892
He's pretty much the only example as far as I know for Watchmen.
I guess you could take inspiration from what happened to Baxter Stockman in '03 TMNT.

>>42638752
I think it relates to https://www.fimfiction.net/story/487358/that-particular-instance-i-performed-metempsychosis-as-an-equine-named-after-a-piece-of-silverware

>>42616651
A quick burst from the elements of harmony should soon sort him out.

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>>42638433
Shortly after the body swap spell that Twilight had mistakenly cast, a brief mane cut was the quickest solution to get the two of them to a somewhat normal state of mind as Twilight and Shining got used to each other's bodies

>>42639577
Shining's suspiciously happy

>>42639211
>Such a suggestion made you wince.
>The fact that it had gotten to the point where the goddamn magical mcguffins were involved was a big no-no for the timeline.
>But according to the almighty ruler of Equestria it was for your own good.
>Also because, and you quote: "I'm extremely tired of you bothering me and my subjects on my days off. Get a hobby."

>>42639925
Putting that aside, why is Twilight blushing at her mane??

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> Anon tells ponies about the tale of the princess and the frog.
> One of them wonders out loud if anon would transform into a pony if he was kissed by one.
> This leads to all the ponies trying to kiss him.
> He ends up transforming into princess/alicorn anonmare.
> Anon is not amused.

>Anonmare is challenged and beaten up by a giant Job Application
>Soon she is whisked away to Work
>A magical place where mares swear and drink coffee all day
>feelsgoodmare

https://ponerpics.org/images/7349962

>>42641680
>Turns out Anonmare actually has to do work.
>What that entails is basically being a glorified call center worker for actual princesses.
>Mind-numbing, stressful and surprisingly only 20% full of ponies hailing from New Dehli-ware.

have some slop
https://voca.ro/1EouDVfSY3B9

>>42642222
I'd respect this more if you sung it yourself.

We need more messed up TFs.
I wanna see people kidnapped.
Forcefully turned into ponies.
Maybe even raped and broken.

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>>42642360
>pic related in pony form

>>42642364
star swirl...

>>42642367
Star Swirl after dumping half of Equestria's problems into the human world:

www.fimfiction.net/story/181873/a-muffin-a-day-keeps-the-human-away

>>42642367
They call him Star Swirl the Bearded because he turned a human into his mare-wife so that he could pretend he wasn't gay.

>>42642463
Shame it looks like it's been abandoned for ten years.

>>42642790
The real reason Stygian became the pony of shadows.

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>>42643282
This is such an obscure, depths-of-history image with which to respond.
Fits perfectly for the situation though, so nice job pulling that one out of your butt.

>>42643282
Who are each of these little gremlins?

>>42643487
One shudders to think what happens upon venturing too deep into Nobby’s mind, but my guesses are King Sombra, NMM, and Scootaloo’s great-great-(many greats)-grandmare.
The booru’s aren’t tagged, so it’s OCs and/or it’s intentionally ambiguous.

>>42643487
Derpibooru says 'oc only', https://derpibooru.org/images/1073909
The image is from >>26164497 originally which isn't very enlightening either.

>>42643818
>You stay the fuck away from me, noodle. I have a breakfast burrito and I'm not afraid to use it!

>>42643549
I'm always cautious around the "oc only" tag. The average Derpibooru tagger is pretty autistic, but I've still seen rare mares get tagged as OCs.

>>42643818
Is it forced and unwilling? With perhaps a bit of body horror.

>>42641797
Lucky.
And what 'rule 64' mean?

>>42643818
no I think it's cringe but necessary to become pone

>>42646391
If only

>>42644467
My guess is that it's akin to rules 34 and 63 meshed together; i.e., if it exists, there's gender-swapped porn of it.

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>>42649676
When *will* Sunbutt stop turning people into ponies as punishment?

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>>42649995
When you learn how to tidy up after yourselves, you god damn filthy apes.

Didn't your mothers teach you that when you were fillies or colts?

>>42649995
>blaming our Princess and disparaging Her good name in the process
You quarrelsome bipeds do this to yourselves, She’s making improvements as far as I’m concerned

>>42652278
Well that escalated quickly.