Human becomes pony. How, why and what happens next are all up to you. New stories and art welcome!
Any type of transformation into ponies, gryphons, changelings, dragons, kirin, etc., whether OC or canonical, & Anonponies of all shapes and sizes.
Want to be the little pony? This is the thread for you.

Previously on PTFG:
https://ponepaste.org/11129 - Sterling Sprocket Finding His Cutie Mark in Neighagra Port - New & Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/10964 - Strangers to the Plain by OrwellRedenbacher
https://ponepaste.org/10927 - Armor TF Green by JoshThePinkGump - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/10753 - Planes, Trains and Hotel Chains by OrwellRedenbacher
https://ponepaste.org/10464 - Misadventures of Orwell Redenbacher by OrwellRedenbacher
https://ponepaste.org/10592 - Friendly Files by ReMastering
https://ponepaste.org/10607 - Turned Out by definitelynotapurplehorse
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/567872 - Turning Myself Into a Half-Ton Cybernetic Princess Luna In An Abandoned Woolworths To Prank My Friend at 3AM Challenge (Gone Wrong) (Gone Sexual) by Nightprincessluna - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/10537 - Moth on the bulb by OrwellRedenbacher - Complete!
>>40293205 - Beach Walk
https://ponepaste.org/10421 - Last moments by OrwellRedenbacher - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/10320 - Cathode Ray Mission by OrwellRedenbacher - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/10334 - Pon-E suicide funk by Gnisha - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/10269 - Very self-indulgent unicorn stallion TF - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/10206 - Mares With Guns by OrwellRedenbacher
https://ponepaste.org/9446 - Interstate by Ceiling Necromancer
https://ponepaste.org/9707 - Anu by Meslam
https://ponepaste.org/10203 - Cardboard Cutouts by OrwellRedenbacher
https://ponepaste.org/10220 - Of Beaks and Bullets by Kiyote
https://ponepaste.org/10173 - Chestnut Glaze by pogoman122 - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/10081 - Daisy Belle by OrwellRedenbacher - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/9985 - Go Ask Littlepip When She's Two And A Half Feet Tall by Darkdemonlucifer - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/10012 - A Ticket To The Circus by Darkdemonlucifer - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/7247 - The Pon-E Rewrites: Purple Black Gray by Alycorn
https://ponepaste.org/9521 - Nemetona by Meslam
https://ponepaste.org/9720 - Pink In The Club by AtomicGlow - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/9600 - War Story by OrwellRedenbacher - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/9485 - Monster musume pony tf 1 Papi - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/9477 - Untitled Short Pet Story #1 by definitelynotapurplehorse - Complete!
https://ponepaste.org/8210 - My First Maregasm by anonfilly

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>>42190053

>>42261072 (OP)
snowpity!

>>42261072 (OP)

>>42261072 (OP)
We already have a thread for turning anon into a mare/filly

>>42174662

>>42261074

>>42261339
they are making fun of us for having superior taste

>>42261511
What is the superior taste in pony TF?

>>42261689
they dont like tf

>>42261711
The question stands. What is the superior taste in pony TF?

>>42261068
If I pasted the whole story here. It'd be almost 20 posts long
https://ponepaste.org/11129
I'll post the transformation scene so it's not too overwhelming

>>42261816
Laying on a blanket in the grassy meadow with the cold breeze tugging at his button up, Matt’s fantasized moment basking in the idyllic sheen of rebellion becomes a restless anxiety riddled state of remorse. Each notification of an angry text sends a knife plunging into his heart. Mr. Patel is going to be pissed, matt whines to himself. The flurries of thoughts, possible excuses, potential scenarios cloud his mind, even deep in the forest with the stream behind him and the pine trees rustling, his spirit cannot escape the mental prison. What if I lose this job, what will my parents think. The clouds of anxious thoughts calm to a simple mist the questions become clearer, who am I really keeping this job for, my parents, my boss? Do I really matter to anyone. The uncomfortable silence in his own head overwhelms him as he already knows the answer. Covering his face and letting out a quiet sob, he resigns himself to the meadow.
“Oh, but you do matter.” A majestic voice whispers on the wind
Matt jolts to attention whipping his head side to side trying to find the source of the voice in his ear. “Who was that!” With an intense gust of wind, he recoils keeping the dust from his eyes. As he opens his eyes, he is met with an unsettling stillness as the trees sway without the whistle of their needles, the stream falls to the pond below without as much as the sound of a drip. The color fades as a rainbow supersedes its surroundings beckoning him to it like a siren’s call.
“Everypony deserves a purpose.” The rainbow calls embellishing its very surroundings with its magic touch.

>>42261824
Matt’s body shivers hearing the celestial call of the rainbow on his ears. Enthralled, he feels the magic guide him, leading him by the chin, step after step, as the grassy meadow fades away to darkness. Matt embraces the rainbow like a long-lost lover feeling its caress up and down his body. “I want to matter, I want purpose.” Matt cries to the void eagerly craving its response.
“I can’t wait to see what you become, my little pony, you are destined for great things.” The voice answers before consuming the human in its loving glow. The rainbow washes over him like a hot shower cleansing his negative thoughts and sweeping him off his feet. Cradled like a precious child, his hands fade to hooves, the bare skin grows to a luscious mane, and a tail fluttering in the quiet cosmic breeze. Redemption, rebirth, these feelings comfort the little stallion as he drifts off to sleep dreaming of what is to come.
Matt wakes to find himself in the forest rejuvenated with enough rest and mental clarity to take on the world. The birds are singing the flowers are blooming, the stream is running, all seems well till he looks to see his car is missing. Forgetting how to breathe, he tries stumbling up to where he last parked it to see if it may have rolled away, but he immediately falls on his face like a toddler taking its first steps. Wiping the dirt off his face he freezes in horror, a hoof? The disbelief only gives him a few moments longer to process as his eyes collect the few mental images needed to get a full picture of what happened. Hoof connected to arm, connected to pony body with pony tail and pony legs with more hooves. His heart stops as he stumbles over his ill-fitting human clothes to gaze upon himself in the pond. The pony staring back at him makes Matt sick to his stomach. His insides heaving like a stormy sea as the denial sets in. Rolling around in the grass, Matt screams out in anguish attempting to rationalize what he has seen.
“Ok, I must have eaten a wrong mushroom or something, maybe I smelled the wrong flower, bit by something, I’m hallucinating!” The attempts to explain away the reality fail as with every step the grass and dirt below feel as real as it did yesterday.
“I’m a pony! Why am I a pony? What is happening?!” Matt screams into the sky feeling like he might vomit from the stress. “Come on out you stupid rainbow! Change me back!” The cries echo through the forest to no avail as he angrily stomps his hooves.
Before he can begin to think about where he is or where home is, if it exists at all, the roar of a bugbear silences the forest around him.

>>42261816
If you don't want to spend 20 minutes on posting the story then that's understandable. If you're worried about "overwhelming" the thread with content then you're wrong. New content is the best possible usage of the thread.

>>42262119
I guess that's true. I'll take the time tomorrow to paste it all here

>>42261689
>>42261715
long and detailed transformations

>>42261715
Instant TF or TF while sleeping. Wouldn't want to get traumatized or experience a painful transformation where your bones and organs rearrange themselves while still being conscious

>>42262141
Awesome, thanks

>>42262554
This. I also don't have a tf fetish I just want to be a pony. The process does nothing for me.

>>42262660
I feel you, bro.

I always loved how Sunset Shimmer gets her boobs finally reverted into bona-fide crotchboobs, but this pic is the SFW version. F*yay*ck PhysicRodrigo and his dumb style and f*tishes

>>42261816
The oppressing sound of quiet murmurs and the occasional clicking keyboard fuel the anxiety burning within him. The hours pass like a mirage as the clock reads mere minutes. The work has been done for weeks but yet the spreadsheet sits idly on his monitor for him to add and subtract numbers from the sheet to fuel the illusion of work being done. His only escape is his little book on the fundamentals of generator construction and principles of operation. A boring book to most, but to Matt, it was a reminder of things never to be. He glances up to his degree hanging up in his cubicle and the picture of his gleaming parent’s smiles at his graduation. With a slump in his chair, Matt sets the book aside. With a little ding on his desktop, he knows that there is work to be done. Mustering his will to go on, Matt starts typing away to answer yet another useless email.
The fleeting distraction of honest work evaporates crumbling to dust as the monotony is shattered by a disgustingly optimistic cheering voice intruding into his cubicle. “Hey buddy, just making some rounds, just want to let you know you’re doing an excellent job. Did you get that email about the…oh perfect, you did. Pretty easy, key notes on the next operations meeting, can I have you knock that out for me before you go?”
The question hardly stirs Matt from his thought; the false praise and empty corporate speak fail to trigger any sense of duty in him. “I’m no Mozart but I think I can handle a couple notes, Mr. Patel.” Matt jokes with an irreverent smile.
“Oh, you’re such a joker matt, and remember, just call me Dhruv, nice talking with you, I’ll let you get to those notes, let me know if you need anything.”
The resentment builds to a breaking point, for too long have I stayed silent, Matt thinks to himself. The flood waters break free as he opens his mouth to break the corporate script. “Hey, Dhruv, think you have a minute to discuss a plan to move me to a hybrid schedule?” Matt asks with the impact of a drop in a puddle.
Dhruv looks at his watch as Matt slumps in his chair. “You know, I’ve been putting a lot of thought into that Matt, I have to run it by HR and payroll and make sure everything is copacetic there. Remind me after the operations meeting and I’ll get you an answer. I’ve got to run, have a good weekend, remember, we work hard and we play hard.”

>>42263059
Matt runs his hands through his manicured brown hair like many times before, the excuses run through his head, every scripted dodge and avoidance corporate speak. He has heard it all, for over a year, he chased the dream of escaping the office, but like many times before he lay back in his chair quietly sobbing in his little cell. Do I even matter? What is my purpose, why am I here. Why do I even bother living? The fear burns through his body and manifests into quiet rage. I’ve done everything they’ve asked me to do, I've stayed late, I’ve never messed up my work. His mind starts to conjure images of running away, starting a new life, somewhere new flipping the birds as he struts out the front door. His heart pounds with a determination he can scarcely summon in his darkest hour. In a flurry of rage fueled actions he shuts down everything packing up and leaving. The feeling of freedom walking out the door fuels Matt’s pride as he finally takes charge of his life. Hopping into the car and driving away.
Laying on a blanket in the grassy meadow with the cold breeze tugging at his button up, Matt’s fantasized moment basking in the idyllic sheen of rebellion becomes a restless anxiety riddled state of remorse. Each notification of an angry text sends a knife plunging into his heart. Mr. Patel is going to be pissed, matt whines to himself. The flurries of thoughts, possible excuses, potential scenarios cloud his mind, even deep in the forest with the stream behind him and the pine trees rustling, his spirit cannot escape the mental prison. What if I lose this job, what will my parents think. The clouds of anxious thoughts calm to a simple mist the questions become clearer, who am I really keeping this job for, my parents, my boss? Do I really matter to anyone. The uncomfortable silence in his own head overwhelms him as he already knows the answer. Covering his face and letting out a quiet sob, he resigns himself to the meadow.
“Oh, but you do matter.” A majestic voice whispers on the wind
Matt jolts to attention whipping his head side to side trying to find the source of the voice in his ear. “Who was that!” With an intense gust of wind, he recoils keeping the dust from his eyes. As he opens his eyes, he is met with an unsettling stillness as the trees sway without the whistle of their needles, the stream falls to the pond below without as much as the sound of a drip. The color fades as a rainbow supersedes its surroundings beckoning him to it like a siren’s call.
“Everypony deserves a purpose.” The rainbow calls embellishing its very surroundings with its magic touch.

>>42263063
Matt’s body shivers hearing the celestial call of the rainbow on his ears. Enthralled, he feels the magic guide him, leading him by the chin, step after step, as the grassy meadow fades away to darkness. Matt embraces the rainbow like a long-lost lover feeling its caress up and down his body. “I want to matter, I want purpose.” Matt cries to the void eagerly craving its response.
“I can’t wait to see what you become, my little pony, you are destined for great things.” The voice answers before consuming the human in its loving glow. The rainbow washes over him like a hot shower cleansing his negative thoughts and sweeping him off his feet. Cradled like a precious child, his hands fade to hooves, the bare skin grows to a luscious mane, and a tail fluttering in the quiet cosmic breeze. Redemption, rebirth, these feelings comfort the little stallion as he drifts off to sleep dreaming of what is to come.
Matt wakes to find himself in the forest rejuvenated with enough rest and mental clarity to take on the world. The birds are singing the flowers are blooming, the stream is running, all seems well till he looks to see his car is missing. Forgetting how to breathe, he tries stumbling up to where he last parked it to see if it may have rolled away, but he immediately falls on his face like a toddler taking its first steps. Wiping the dirt off his face he freezes in horror, a hoof? The disbelief only gives him a few moments longer to process as his eyes collect the few mental images needed to get a full picture of what happened. Hoof connected to arm, connected to pony body with pony tail and pony legs with more hooves. His heart stops as he stumbles over his ill-fitting human clothes to gaze upon himself in the pond. The pony staring back at him makes Matt sick to his stomach. His insides heaving like a stormy sea as the denial sets in. Rolling around in the grass, Matt screams out in anguish attempting to rationalize what he has seen.
“Ok, I must have eaten a wrong mushroom or something, maybe I smelled the wrong flower, bit by something, I’m hallucinating!” The attempts to explain away the reality fail as with every step the grass and dirt below feel as real as it did yesterday.
“I’m a pony! Why am I a pony? What is happening?!” Matt screams into the sky feeling like he might vomit from the stress. “Come on out you stupid rainbow! Change me back!” The cries echo through the forest to no avail as he angrily stomps his hooves.

>>42263071
Before he can begin to think about where he is or where home is, if it exists at all, the roar of a bugbear silences the forest around him. The trees seemingly part ways for the beast as it enters the meadow locking eyes with his menacing fangs and claws ready. Matt’s shrill scream of terror is met with a roar as the bugbear presents its stinger and attacks. Galloping away into the forest hearing the snapping of trunks behind, making a pace fit for the Kentucky derby, it’s not enough to escape the pursuing bugbear. Hearing its roar behind, he manages to dodge a strike from the bugbear but with unyielding persistence the bugbear hones in on its victim. Is this it? Matt asks himself, is this where my life comes to an end, some magic hellscape far away from home? He glances to the side to see the bugbear’s stinger on collision course. With no fancy hoof work to be done, the stallion gazes on with disbelief at his impending doom.
“I got you!” a voice yells out before snatching up Matt and hurtling through the trees at dizzying speeds.
The blur of motion and flying leaves breaks as he rockets through the sky tumbling like a fledgling learning to fly. As the forest below and the sky above whiz by in a flurry of blue and green the stallion hurls another blood curling scream as the ground, and his impending doom comes closer to view. With a crash the Pegasus catches Matt and they both tumble across the bare field.
“Wew! Did you see that, you were all like! Oh no, a bugbear! And I was like, no problem, I got you! Then you went flying, screaming, and I caught you. That was wicked!” The Pegasus proudly struts as the earth pony stallion recovers from his ordeal.
With an agonizing moan, Matt manages to shake off the tumble across the field. He starts to process what happened at a speed that’d make the earliest computers blush. “Wait, you can talk, and fly?” The confused look from the Pegasus makes his two braincells click and realize that talking, flying ponies must be common in this strange world.
“You must’ve hit your head hard dude, are you sure you’re alright, what's your name?” The kind Pegasus asks taking a quick look to make sure her new friend didn’t get a lump on his head
“I’m fine I just uh, I’m lost, confused, and far from home, do you know someone who can help me?” Matt asks with his wispy dazed tone looking at the luscious green landscape around him. “Because, this sure doesn’t look like California.”
“No problem, dude, you can totally stay at my place! Just follow that road till you get to the town of Neighagra Port. Ask for Fury Spark and somepony will point you in the right direction. You should be able to get there before sun down if you keep up a good pace.”
The stallion’s smile glows bright; a little shred of kindness gives him some hope that he might just survive this ordeal. “You mean it? Thank you! I promise, I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

>>42263080
The Pegasus takes flight filling the stallion with awe as her wings flutter through the air. “No problem, I’ve got to fly though. Oh, since you’re not from here, just a little reminder: never go in the Everfree forest, its super dangerous dude and a bunch of weird stuff happens in there. I’ll catch you later dude, good luck!” The Pegasus cheers before flying away in a flash of magic glitter as the stallion gallops after her trying to get some more answers.
“Wait! Come back, I, uh…and you’re gone.” The disgustingly gorgeous scenery around him with bunnies hopping through the meadow and happy birds flying through the air gives Matt a brighter disposition. Well, she seemed nice, maybe she knows a magician or someone who can turn me back maybe this kind of thing happens every day, he tells himself with a smile before realizing he has an all-day journey ahead of him, if he wants to find answers. With a groan and what remains of his tattered clothes, he sets down the winding path to civilization.

With aching hooves and barely enough energy to hold his head up he traverses another hill. Every step he trembles, so beautiful yet so empty he whines to himself, aside from the occasional farm dotting the landscape, there hasn’t been any evidence that anyone lives in this world, does the town she’s talking about even exist. Is it more fairy tale nonsense? I can’t stand this place, “I want to go home!” he whines to the sky as he crests the hill. His hooves stamp with disbelief, a riverside town nestled in the valley below a dam. Picturesque brick buildings and the faint sounds of a city at work fill his soul with joy as he brings himself to a joyous trot down the hill. It’s not too far! He tells himself getting himself hyped for a chance to see civilization in this magic world he has found himself in. As he gets closer into town, he begins passing ponies in their day to day lives hauling carts, shopping, colts, and fillies galloping through the streets laughing and playing. The activity on the streets fills him with childlike wonder as he casually trots through the street taking in the sights, the smells, and the lovely music played by the band. As he reaches the center of town, he hears steam whistles. With an explosion of passionate glee, he gallops to the riverfront to watch the steamers load barges into the canal locks. Each little toot of the whistles causing him to tremble with excitement. Matt nearly breaks down into tears, leaning against the wall gazing across the bustling port. Soaking up the surroundings and seeing everypony’s happy faces as they go about their daily business seems like a foreign concept to him. in his reality, work is a means to pay your bills and live to suffer another day. Just as he starts to finish his thoughts the street lights flash with a brilliant spectacle of light shimmering in his tears of joy. If he didn’t know better, he’d think this was all staged for his amusement.

>>42263085
“Oh, hey it’s you!” The Pegasus cheers landing next to the exhausted earth pony. “Glad you got here in one piece. Just remembered, I never got your name.”
“I’m Matthew, I uh” The chuckle from the Pegasus causes him to blush and trip on his words. “Why’d you laugh? it’s a common name.”
“Matthew? You guys sure have some weird names in California.” With a hoof slap to the back Fury Spark pulls Matt along. “You’ll have to point it out on a map, I’ve flown all across Equestria, and I’ve never heard of a place called California.”
Considering how common magic is in this world, watching unicorns simply move items with their horns, he starts to believe that trans-dimensional travel must be a regular occurrence. “Well, I don’t think California will show up on any map, I’m a human and I got transported to this place by a rainbow. I was hoping if you knew someone who could help me get back home.” Matt explains with total confidence in his new friend but his confidence is shattered by another laugh.
“Are you good dude, I think your head is still all fuzzy from earlier, we need to get you in bed.” The annoyed scowl from the earth pony causes Fury Spark to give a nervous chuckle. “Oh, well, if you’re serious, then you’re gonna be looking for a while dude. I think the only ponies with that level of skill with magic would be the princesses and they’re all the way in Canterlot.”
Matt groans with annoyance hearing that help may be possible, but far away. He can’t help but notice Fury Spark’s confusion and withdraws with shame. “Yea, it’s a little crazy, I know. Maybe I’ll feel better with a good night sleep.” He yawns as Fury Spark opens the door to her house. With a step over the threshold, he finally takes a breath and relaxes finally feeling safe after a long grueling day.
The door opens to the cozy home with a unicorn carefully examining her plant specimens. She sees Matt in his tattered oversized human button up shirt and the happy Pegasus behind him. Annoyed by yet another guest she sets her research aside. “Fury Spark, where did you find this pony, looks like you dragged him out of the forest”
“Oh hey Ruby Blossom,” Fury Spark let’s out a mischievous giggle, “Funny you say that, I was just doing a delivery and he was in the Everfree forest. He got chased by a bugbear and got a nasty whack on the noggin. I know you said no more guests, but he really needed some help.”
Matt, about to collapse from exhaustion, eyes a comfy looking rug, with a dreamy sigh as the roommates bicker, he fantasizes about shutting his eyes and praying that this was all just some strange dream. Soon ill wake up in that meadow and go home, and this nightmare will be over. As he flops himself down on the rug he feels the gravity around him seem to disappear entirely as he flails around in the air.

>>42263092
“California? Never heard of it, you’ll have to tell me all about the flora there! But first, a bath you mongrel.” The unicorn happily trots with her glowing horn taking him up to get a bath with her note book in tow.
“Sorry Matt, that was the only way she would agree to let you stay.” Fury Spark shrugs and smiles watching the exhausted stallion let out the most pathetic groan before disappearing from view.

Matt finally stirs from his well-deserved slumber cuddling the warm blanket tight. All he remembers is nodding off while being barraged with questions about plants in California. “That’s all I know.” He sleepily whines before the fear sets in. He opens his eyes to see the cozy pony home before throwing the sheets off in a frenzy to check himself. He falls back down onto the pillow defeated seeing he is still a pony. In another vain attempt to see if he’s back in his own reality he takes a look out the window and watches the townsponies go about their morning. Feeling hopeless and dejected, he ends up laying in the window bench letting the time pass.
Ruby Blossom trots down the stairs with her roommate close behind. Seeing Matt’s melancholy face looking out the window tugs at what few heartstrings she does have, with a shared glance with Fury Spark, she goes to cheer up their guest. “Good morning, Matt.” The lack of so much as an acknowledgement blunts even Ruby’s optimism as she approaches the subject with extreme care. “I know you’ve been through a lot and I want you to know that Sparks and I are right behind you! You can stay here as long as you need till you can afford to make the trip to Canterlot. I’m sure one of the princesses would love to help you get back to California.”
Matt begins to question if trying to get to Canterlot is even worth the effort. A princess taking time out of their day to help some random pony that got dumped here by a magic rainbow? Like that will happen, he tells himself as he stirs from the window bench. Can’t stay here forever he tells himself as he puts on a smile to make his hosts feel better. “Thank you, your generosity means so much to me but are you sure there’s work for me to do?”
“Totally dude, Auntie Sweets is looking for a baker, the port is always looking for strong stallions to pull the carts, the Tailor is looking for an assistant, there’s so much to do dude just go out there and strut your stuff you’ll get enough bits for the trip to Canterlot in no time!” The Pegasus explains trying to get matt pumped and ready to hit the town.
“Even without a cutie mark, you’ll find something to do.” Ruby chimes in trying to further encourage the stallion.
Matt starts to get excited about going out into the world to see what he can do but Ruby’s remark catches him off guard. “What’s a cutie mark?”

>>42263105
Ruby feels embarrassed forgetting their guest wasn’t born a pony, “Oh, right, here in Equestria, everypony gets a cutie mark when they find their special talent. I got mine when I discovered a rare flower in the bogs.” Ruby shows off her flank with a rose and a quill and Sparks shows off her crossed scroll and lightning bolt flank. “It’s magic, even with the transformation you should have got one, what was your job in California?”
With demanding parents telling him you’ll be happy doing this, get a good job, make lots of money, Matt knew it was no accident he didn’t have a cutie mark. His blank flank, something that he originally paid no mind to suddenly made him feel naked and exposed. “I’m a corporate life insurance account manager.” He admits in shame watching both the ponies wince.
“With a job like that, I don’t think id have a cutie mark either.” Sparks jokes before slapping her hoof on Matt’s back. “Things are different here, I’m sure your special talent is out there waiting to be found, what do you like to do?”
Matt perks up, the situation might not be so bad, this could be more like a vacation than anything if he gets the right job. “I love machines, I see the locks work all day long, maybe I can work there.” Matt proudly explains getting himself hyped for the job before realizing the two ponies are giving each other a look. “What, what’s wrong with the locks?
“Oh, nothing really, it’s just the old stallion that runs it, Silver Stream can be a bit, er, temperamental.” Ruby mutters under her breath trying to be polite in her assessment of his character.
“Yea, more like Salty Stream. That pony is a massive jerk. He’s always whining about how he needs an apprentice but says every apprentice isn’t good enough.” Fury Spark stretches her wings and stamps her hoof in frustration remembering the last time she had to interact with the old stallion.
Matt, feeling discouraged by the negativity of the two ponies, tries to judge Silver Stream fairly. He imagines the old stallion is probably upset that he has never had an apprentice who knew about the machines. “I haven’t met him; I think if you two take me up to see him, I might have a good chance of making a good impression on him.” Matt explains with a beaming smile before watching the two ponies flip a coin.

>>42263108
Trotting through the town with the Pegasus casually flying overhead they make their way to the dam, they can hear the stallion roaring before they can even get to the control house. Seeing the gears whirl and hearing the whine of electric motors as the locks move barges like clockwork distracts Matt as the Pegasus chimes in.
“You know, its not too late to just get a job at the bakery, you can have a share of the muffins if you ask nicely.” She explains as they get on the dam and within earshot of the raging Earth pony.
“He can’t be as bad as you say he is, surely he’s just frustrated that there is so much to do and no one to help him.” Matt explains as he cautiously approaches Silver Stream and a Pegasus arguing. He waits off to the side not wanting to attract attention to himself.
“You lazy Pegasi are the worst! All I’m asking you to do is make it rain a little bit every couple days to make sure the reservoir stays full! Instead, you all sit on your rumps playing games in the clouds like a bunch of foals! Do you know how much cargo moves through this canal? It’s the only inland water route between Manehattan and Canterlot so you better believe I’m gonna be on your hind end if I don’t have enough water to run the locks! Now get up there and make it rain feather brain!” Silver Stream bellows at the top of his lungs to the uninterested Pegasus stomping his hooves.
The Pegasus having enough of the old pony’s ranting starts yelling back. “You make it sound so easy, ‘Just go up there and make it rain’.” He says in a condescending tone mocking the earth pony, “If you want rain, you’re gonna get some rain.” He storms off flying away into the clouds
Despite his introduction to Silver Stream being exactly what he was warned of, he looks to Fury Spark for support. Much to his surprise, he catches a glimpse of her far away up in a tree waving not wanting to have any part of this interaction. Turning back around, he’s startled by the menacing earth pony. “You must be...”
Silver Stream returns to his rounds to see a nervous young stallion waiting for the right moment to talk to him. He groans to himself wondering who they’ve sent up to the locks this time. The last apprentice ran off not being able to handle the pressure and the one before was no good for pulling carts. Given his backlog of work to do and already being fired up over the argument, another potential apprentice to waste his time was the last thing he wanted to see. “Hey you, get off the dam, working ponies only.”
Matt almost gives up but considering the alternative is probably being a baker, he pushes on. “Oh, that’s, actually why I’m here sir, I hear you were looking for an apprentice and I…”

>>42263113
“Oh, you want to be an apprentice? They will just send anyone up here won’t they, you’re just a good for nothing blank flank, don’t waste my time, get out of here.” Silver Stream explains with every word spitting venom that nearly destroys Matt’s will to persist.
“Yes sir, I know I may not seem like much, I don’t have any experience, but I really want to help out, and I’m a hard worker!” Matt explains following the earth pony as he makes his rounds.
Silver Stream sets the levers for the next lock position before giving Matt a brutal stare down. His unusual persistence stirs some interest but given how many other times he has heard those very same platitudes he shakes his head and walks past Matt without so much as a glance in his direction. “I’ve heard it all before. The answer is still no, now get off my dam!”
Matt’s hooves tremble as he brings up the courage to ask again. “Sir, I beg you, I really want this job, I want to make a difference.”
“I don’t care, get off my dam before I throw you off!” Silver Stream yells one last time before storming off to tend to other business on the dam.
Heartbroken, Matt’s hooves go from a nervous tremble to a defeated stillness. As he starts walking off the dam Sparks flies on down to get the news. A single glance into the defeated stallion’s eyes tells her all she needs to know as they go back down the road to the town.
Coming down to the road to walk by the side of her new friend, she trots next to matt trying to raise his spirits. “Sorry dude, don’t beat yourself up over it, I won’t say I told you so, but he’s just a big jerk. Auntie Sweets on the other hoof, she’s the nicest pony you’ll ever meet. You’ll like her a lot!”

>>42263116
After a long day of failing to get jobs he reflects on his failures, making the lumpiest batter ever conceived, burning the cakes, not being able to pull an empty cart at the port, being immediately rejected from the tailor for not being able to tell the difference between basic fabrics. He had had enough; Why did I get sent to a magic world where ponies fly or can use magic yet I’m just a regular pony, it’s not fair. He thinks to himself trying desperately to not be negative. With a heavy sigh, he found himself content just watching the storm roll in as the two ponies consider other jobs he can try tomorrow. Feeling guilty about letting his hosts down he decides it’d be best to join in the conversation as the thunder and lightning get more intense.
Ruby pats the spot next to her at the table as she uses her magic to pour him a drink. “So Matt, Sparks and I were thinking, maybe we can see if one of the ships are willing to take you aboard, normally they do their hiring in manehattan, but I’m sure one of the captains would love to take a hard worker like you.
Taking a sip of hot tea fills him with a comforting warmth that gives him enough positivity to look on the bright side again after all the brutal disappointment. “That does sound like fun actually, I’ve always loved boats. Going up and down the rivers of Equestria sounds like it’d be a wonderful adventure.
“Otherwise, there are a lot of farms that always need help, or maybe Ruby’s apothecary might need some work” Sparks teases adding another option to make sure the job search docket is nice and full. “Anything to help get you to Canterlot and back to your home.”
Matt, exhausted by the emotional whiplash of the day, holds his tea up for a little toast. “Today may not have been great but, its just one day. I’m sure with your guys’ help I’ll have a job in no time.”

>>42263126
With a cheer and a clinking of glasses, a particularly powerful lighting strike rattles the town and the electric lights fade to the glow of their red-hot filaments. After a brief scream from surprise, Ruby’s horn glows to illuminate the room as Fury Spark lights a few candles. The Group of ponies look outside to see the howling wind and fierce lighting as the rain drenches the town.
Sparks realizing something is horribly wrong, looks out the window arousing fear in the other two ponies. “Oh, that’s not good. I think the weather team got too carried away with the rain. I don’t think they can control it anymore!” Sparks explains with her worry starting to panic Ruby.
Ruby groans with worry as she lights more candles, the only thing that keeps her anxious thoughts at bay. “What do we do then, do we just stay in place. It’ll eventually dissipate on its own will it not?” Ruby asks trying to gauge if she needs to prepare for the worst.
“I don’t know dude, but I think the other Pegasi will need all the help they can get. Should be no biggie, I’ll probably get a little wet is all.” Fury Spark boasts trying to calm the anxiety in the room as a frantic Pegasus beats on the door.
The Pegasus opens the door and lets the fury of the storm blow its cold moist air into the house. The pale look of despair instantly scares any semblance of calm from the ponies in the house. “Silver Stream says the dam is going to fail! Everyone needs to get to higher ground!” The stampede of townsponies running for the path up the hill behind him shatters any illusion of safety as Ruby dons her cloak and Sparks takes flight to help the Pegasi with the weather.
Matt, blindsided by the news freezes unsure of what to do as Ruby puts a cloak over him. Collecting his thoughts, Ruby tries to get through to him with no avail. With effectively no way to get home, and the town likely to be destroyed anyway, matt decides to take bold action with disregard for his own life. “Ruby, I’m going to help Silver Stream! If anything can be done, I want to be there to help!”
Ruby, throwing on her saddle bags can’t comprehend what he’s trying to do. “What! No, just evacuate with us, it’ll be fine.” She pleads as she leads them both out the door into the maelstrom.
Braving the rain, matt looks out to the blacked-out dam and stamps his hooves on the soaked bricks. He grunts and thinks to himself how many times he has let other people dictate his fate for him, just letting things happen without his input and going with the flow. No, this time will be different. He tells himself. I won’t take no for an answer; I will do everything in my power to make a difference! “I’m sorry Ruby, I’m going to help Silver Stream. If we don’t meet again, thank you and Fury Spark for everything!” He gallops into the storm ignoring the pleas. With his hooves slipping in the mud and bumping into ponies galloping for their lives he keeps the dam in sight.

>>42263140
Matt looks across the dam struggling to keep his hooves planted as the wind howls across the reservoir at gale force. In the faint glow of the lantern, He finds Silver Stream opening some valves near the locks. Galloping over and catching his breath, he helps the struggling old pony to open the valve.
Shocked to see anyone on the dam, much less the blank flank from that morning, Silver Stream yells to the pony. “What are you doing here blank flank! The dam is going to fail. Save yourself!” He yells trotting down to the next valve.
Matt, following close behind meets him at the next valve and helps him get it open. “I know! that’s why I’m here, I want to help!” The stubborn old earth pony continues to the next valve not saying a word as Matt finally lets the old pony get a piece of his mind. “I don’t care about dying I’m going to help you save this dam or die trying, nothing you can say will stop me! I will die tonight if I need to, to save this dam and keep that promise. Now you can either let me help or we can die together!
Silver Stream is taken back by the determination of this young stallion standing firm in the face of certain death. It takes him back to his own younger days sailing across the seas clinging to the mast trying to secure the rigging in the fierce storm to earn the respect of his crew. Seeing such reckless abandon for his own self-preservation nearly brings a tear to the old earth pony’s eyes. With a course choked up voice he looks Matthew in the eyes. “If that is what you wish, then you’re a fool, but I will gladly accept your help!”
Matt’s heart swells with joy hearing the old pony finally accept him. With another grunt the final valve is opened and the first set of locks locks drain into each other. “Okay! Tell me what we need to do!”
With a nod, Silver Stream trots over to the other side of the locks to open the valves in the locks. “The lighting strike took out the turbine room and a hydraulic line, I can’t open the emergency spillways without hydraulic power. We need to repair a generator and the hydraulics to get it open, if the dam gets too full, it will flood over the top and topple the dam. It’ll flood everything from here to manehattan!
The full scope of how grave the situation at hand is makes Matt tremble in his hooves. Looking across the port to the Town of Neighagra port and all the friendly ponies who have helped him, a random stranger, in his time of need fills him with a sense of duty. “I won’t let you down, tell me what I need to do!
“I need you to go to the end and open all the valves so that all the locks drain. It won’t be much, but the locks draining will buy us some time and help more ponies get out of Neighagra Port. I’ll get started in the turbine room and see what can be salvaged.” Silver Stream yells over the howling wind before retreating to the shelter of the turbine room

>>42263145
Understanding the gravity of the situation, matt takes a breath and gallops to the next valve. “You can count on me Mr. Silver! I’ll come find you when I’m done!” Feeling a strength well inside him unlike anything he had been able to muster to that point, he opens valve after valve effortlessly till the last valve starts draining into the river below. With his task complete, he fights the pelting rain to find the Turbine housing. Expecting shelter, he finds himself horrified to find Silver Stream attempting to clear the collapsed ceiling debris from the machinery
Silver Stream, grunting and dragging away debris, locks eyes with the young stallion with a breath of relief and an almost friendly smile before yelling out in his typical aggressive tone. “Don’t just stand there, get over here, I need to get to the control panel!”
Snapped back to attention, Matt gallops past the generators to help clear a path to the control panel. With both of their efforts the large debris gets cleared. Exhausted with adrenaline pumping to keep him upright, he stumbles over to Silver Stream as he troubleshoots the panel. “What do you need me to do now?” He desperately asks in the limited shelter the corner of the turbine room provides.
Examining the state of the hydraulics he’s finally able to answer his apprentice. With a smile and a cheer of joy he forms a plan of action. “The hydraulics will take some time to fix, I have a busted valve and a smashed section of pipe but I have replacements. What I don’t have is power. The roof collapsed on the two good generators, the third one wasn’t working, try and figure it out while I fix the hydraulics. It just wasn’t putting out any current when I shut it down last week.”
Matt’s brain starts to process the information. He tries summoning any knowledge he may have accumulated in his time reading books on how these machines work. “I have an idea of what could be wrong with the generator.” With a saddle bag of tools thrown at his hooves, he looks to Silver Stream for guidance.
“There’s no time for dilly dallying, just do it! If it doesn’t work, I’ll get done with the hydraulics and help you out.” He orders tossing the broken valve across the room.

>>42263151
His hooves feel numb as he picks up the saddle bag and putts it on before walking over to the good generator to inspect his most likely culprit. Trying to orient himself with the construction of the generator, he takes a breath to calm himself as the parts start to make sense, there are the windings, the magnets, they should be on the shaft near the top. He tells himself as he finds his smoking gun, a set of thoroughly worn-out brushes causing poor contact with the slip rings. Frantic, he digs through the saddle bags to find the tools he needs. He can feel the relief start to well inside him as he starts to loosen and remove the worn-out brushes. He looks to the crushed generators and prays the brushes from the other two generators will be good enough to use.
Finishing up the last connection on the hydraulic circuit, Silver Stream checks on his apprentice to see him clearing more roof debris from the generator. “I told you, those two are destroyed, don’t waste your time! We need power, and fast!” He bellows to his apprentice as a small section of roof debris slides off the generator.
Seeing the fresh set of brushes in the second generator, Matt releases out a resounding cheer loosening up the brushes and taking them to repair the first. “It’s the contact brushes! They were worn out!” He yells returning to the first generator to get them installed.
Silver Stream can’t believe his eyes as the blank flank without flinching gets dirty flinging in the brushes and getting them tightened down. He shakes the water off his hat before rushing up to help his apprentice. “Make sure you have the tension set right! We don’t need these brushes to burn up.” With his heart pounding and hooves trembling from the stress and exhaustion, Silver Stream adjusts the tension on the brushes before putting his faith in his apprentice’s diagnosis. “Open up the turbine inlet and I’ll flip the breaker.” He orders going down to the control panel once more.
Without hesitation he searches and finds the valve. Hearing the waves from the lake slosh over the top of the dam, he flashes white with fear, knowing that he doesn’t have a second chance to get it right. With a Squeak, the crusty manual opening valve creaks open allowing the water to flow over the turbine. Closing his eyes, not able to watch the scene before him, he listens as the bearings pick up speed and the crack of a switch. He hears the glorious whine of a hydraulic pump as he opens his eyes to see the lights of the room brightly illuminated. He hears the thunder of the emergency spillway opening as he collapses to his knees.

>>42263158
Silver Stream cries out in joy as the spillway opens, unable to contain his energy! “We did it, I can’t believe it, we did it!” He Screams out into the stormy weather through the hole in the roof as thunder roars through the room. His apprentice bolts across the room to tackle him and give him the tightest hug he’s ever gotten before they both collapse from the exhaustion the relief has brought them.
Wanting nothing but a warm dry bed, matt lays next to the old stallion. Listening to all the machines humming with efficient precision, he relishes in the satisfaction of doing honest work. Suddenly overwhelmed with joy, infused with magic and a flash on his flank, he scrambles and looks under the cloak to see his cutie mark, a wrench superimposed over a gear emblazed on his side.
“Heh, I’ll be. I didn’t think you’d ever get a cutie mark.” He shares a look with matt before putting a hoof around him. The old pony tries to remember the last time he truly admired somepony. With his cynical mind stuck in the past, he struggles to think of anypony recently that comes to mind. “You know, you showed true grit today. I don’t think anypony in Equestria aside from me would be dumb enough to risk their life for this place. How about you come work here with me, I’ll show you the ropes and teach you everything you need to know. What do you say?”
Matt gazes in disbelief at the outstretched hoof, he always wanted to make a difference and seeing the grumpy old earth pony turn into a good friend and now, possibly a mentor, he gladly shakes his hoof knowing he’s about to become a dam worker and a pillar to the community. “I’d love to sir; you can count on me! You’ll see me bright and early to help clean this mess up!”
Silver Stream belts a boisterous laugh. “Oh no you don’t, none of those ‘bright and early’ shenanigans, look at this place, we're working through to sunrise to clean this mess up.” With a groan he gets up to his hooves to get to work before stopping to give a confused look to his now official apprentice. “Oh, blank flank, what’s your name? I don’t think I gave you to opportunity to tell me.”
Matt freezes, He knows his name is quite a novelty and even a point of ridicule to some. In his mind, it carries a connection to the human world. With the bleak soul crushing world seemingly behind him at this point, he looks forward to his new life as a pony with a name to fit. Scrambling for ideas, he looks to his new cutie mark, gleaming with pride he finally answers. “My name is Sterling Sprocket, I don’t know how long you’ll be able to keep me awake but I’ll work as long as you do Mr. Silver.”

>>42263169
With a pull of a hoof to get Sterling Sprocket off the floor, the Master and Apprentice get to work. “Attaboy Sterling, I’m gonna need an attitude like that around here.” With a mountain of work to do to get the dam back into full operating condition. They set about their rounds to get things moving in the right direction.


After a few months, Sterling Sprocket settled into his new life fixing up a little house near the dam. He became well known for being a hardworking handypony and a dam worker, ready to lend a hoof to anypony in need, as a result, he couldn’t be happier. Today especially as the town prepares an elaborate festival to celebrate Princess Celestia herself coming to Neighagra Port. Trotting through the town with a precious cargo in his saddlebag for his mentor, he weaves through the banners and tables being moved around as everypony makes final preparations for the special day. Taking a moment to listen as one of the paddle steamers come into port playing music on its whistles, he straightens out his uniform before carrying on to work. The hustle and bustle of the town fades away as he gallops up the road up to the dam past the trees and birds scarcely remembering the bumper-to-bumper Los Angeles traffic he used to tolerate. With his mentor in view, enjoying the sunrise in his rocking chair waiting for the boat traffic to start coming through, he interrupts his contemplations to give him a gift. “I got you a box of apple fritters Mr. Silver. Nice and hot, Auntie Sweets was pretty busy with the festival but she made these just for you.”
With a warm smile and a gleaming twinkle in his eye, he takes a bite of the warm delicious treat. “Thank you, Sterling, you’re so kind.” He has to wipe another tear from his face before taking another bite.
Seeing Silver Stream emotional over a trivial act of kindness raised some suspicions with Sterling as he wasn’t sure what to make of it. Expecting fierce denial, if he tried to address it anyway, he decides its best to just leave well enough be. “Oh, it’s nothing sir I thought I’d do something nice given the festival and all. Well, what’s on the agenda today.
The old earth pony cannot recall a time where nothing really had to be done, with Silver Stream free to manage the locks and make parts orders, and Sterling completing all the maintenance for him, he had nothing to think about. “All 3 generators are operational? The hydraulics have been fully bled? Roofers took care of the turbine hall?”
Giving his uniform jacket a tug of pride, Sterling answers. “Last generator was tested last night, bled the hydraulics a couple nights ago, and spent most of yesterday making sure the roofers did what they needed to do. So, yep, yep, and yep.”

>>42263174
With a flop back into his rocking chair, he munches down on apple fritters. “Well, I’ll be. In that case, I really don’t have anything for you to do today, Sterling. Maybe I can show you how we go about collecting tolls on the locks and how they work.”
“Awesome, I get to get out of the dungeon!” Sterling jokes looking at all the lock control levers excited to see what the lazy old pony gets up to while he’s working his tail off.
“Don’t you go thinking the locks are easy street, they need to be maintained too. Just like the turbines and generators, they…” Silver Stream stops midsentence as Princess Celestia’s chariot rides overhead pulled by her Pegasi guards.
Sterling Sprocket gallops to the railing to watch the majestic sight catching a glimpse of the princess’s flowing mane as she comes to land in the town square to the roar of thundering applause from the townsponies. Hearing some muffled sniffles behind him he looks to see the old earth pony sheading another rare tear. While he appreciates the beauty of the princess and the fanfare of her arrival, he just can’t believe it has managed to bring this calloused old pony to tears like this. “Oh, come on now Mr. Silver, quit being so dramatic.” He teases as the music echos through the valley and across the port.
Wiping his lone tear away, Silver Stream rocks out of his rocking chair and with his head low, he turns to his apprentice with a warm, genuine smile. “I just want you to know, you’re the best apprentice I have had the pleasure of working with. Go to town, have a great time. Enjoy the festivities.” He tells the young stallion before trotting off to make his rounds at the dam. Sad that he may never see his apprentice again.
Crazy old pony, Sterling Sprocket thinks to himself with a smile more than happy to enjoy the festivities from afar, leaning against the railing before he feels a presence behind him. Initially the feeling can be ignored but his curiosity gets the better of him and he turns around. Nearly floored by the sight of the massive alicorn princess, he can’t even utter a single word admiring her glow in the sunlight as her mane flutters in the wind.
Princess Celestia, finally setting her eyes on the hero pony, steps forward. “Hello, Matthew, I’ve heard so many good things about you. You’ve certainly made an impression on the Ponies here in Neighagra Port. They all signed a letter for me to come see you.” She explains using her horn to open the letter
Initially stunned she knew his real name; Sterling musters the courage to ask some questions even as her guards in golden armor stand close behind. “How do you know my name, and…what are you doing here?” He sheepishly asks, hardly able to maintain eye contact.

>>42263182
Princess Celestia presents the letter to the confused little stallion as she explains herself. “I got this letter from a very special Pegasi named Fury Spark. She told me all about your plight. Must have been a very tough experience turning from a human to a pony. Despite that, you became a hero and saved this town.”
Skimming through the letter, he sees signatures from all the townsponies singing their praises for the good deeds he has done for them and at the very top he reads Sparks entry begging the princess to help him return to the human world. Brought to tears by the kindness of the townsponies, he turns away to lean on the railing and overlook the port. “They all signed it to help me?
“That’s right my little pony; they care about you so much that they are willing to let their hero go if it means bringing you happiness.” She explains, rolling up the scroll and placing it neatly in Sterling’s saddle bag. “I have the power to do just that, you’ll be back in the human world, with the humans who care about you just like the ponies here in Neighagra port. I’m sure they miss you very much.
When he first arrived here, Sterling would have leaped at the opportunity to return home, but now he leans on the railing contemplating his choice. He knows the princess, as nice as she is, is not at his beck and call, so returning to the human world will be now or never but he still can’t seem to make up his mind. One part of him craves the familiarity of the human world with his body that he has known from birth, but looking across the bay to the townsponies partying and having a wonderful time, he feels at home in this strange magical world, even if its in a different body. Here he feels as though he matters instead of being a vehicle to satiate other’s desires. With a pounding heart he once again takes control of his destiny and turns to the princess. “Princess, I know the ponies in town went through so much effort to get you to come such a long way to send me back to the human world, but. I want to stay!” Sterling proudly states giving his hooves a stomp. “I found my home here, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I feel as though I finally have a purpose.”
With a chuckle and a smile, she looks down on her cute little pony. “See, I told you, you do matter, it was just a question of where, and you figured it all out for yourself. I’m very pleased to see what you have become my little pony.”

>>42263188
Hearing the princess’s oddly specific phrasing prods Sterling’s mind till he finally connects the dots and even recognizes her majestic voice from the rainbow. “Wait, the rainbow, the transformation, it was all you?” He asks unable to comprehend the power of the mighty alicorn standing before him.
Blushing as her not so well kept secret had been revealed, she moves to reassure the pony, that she isn’t some grand puppet master. “Yes, I saw the great potential in you, and gave you the environment to thrive. You found your passion, your purpose, your cutie mark, and a whole town of ponies who’s lives you’ve made better to show for it.”
Sterling perks with pride and looks across the port to the town below, after everything he has done for the town and the ponies around him, he swells with joy at the opportunity given to him and wipes his tears. “Thank you, Princess, I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.” With a shudder of surprise, he feels the alicorn embrace him in a hug which, one his surprise wears off, he enthusiastically reciprocates.
With the embrace over she leads the young earth pony over to the chariot. “Well, my little pony, I see a wonderful party over there full of ponies who would love to hear the news, shall we?” She asks as the excited earth pony takes a step onto the chariot.
Sterling freezes briefly realizes what Silver Stream was sad about. He hops off the chariot with his hooves trembling with adrenaline. “Wait, I have to tell Silver Stream first, I’ll be right back!” He gallops away to find his mentor.
Princess Celestia watches with joy knowing she made the right choice when she brought him in to this world. Seeing his commitment to his friends makes her heart glow with joy, knowing the town has a real gem.
Entering the turbine room, Sterling finds Mr. Silver inspecting the generators, using the hum of the generators to sneak up on his mentor. Deciding to be a little cheeky, he teases his mentor. “What, don’t trust my work?”
Whipping around, surprised to see his apprentice, Silver Stream gives a regretful smile. “I guess you’re here to say goodbye. I know you want to go home back to the human world; I should have said goodbye earlier but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Another tear manages to wrench itself from the old earth pony before he wipes it away. “I hope for the best, and will always remember what you did for this town.”
“Mr Silver, I’m not going anywhere. I told the princess I want to stay here in Neighagra Port. This place IS my home now; there is nowhere I would rather be.” Sterling explains touching the freshly painted generator case feeling its glossy paint with his hoof. “In the human world, I struggled to find my purpose but here, I have a purpose. I have a job I love surrounded by ponies I love as well.”

>>42263199
Silver Stream gives his apprentice a hug before breaking and giving him a friendly hoof slap on the shoulder. “I’m so glad to hear that. Go on, take the day off, there’s a whole town worth of ponies who will be happier to hear that news than even I am.” Sterling explains sending his apprentice on his way.
Troting in place excited to see the festivities, Sterling makes his way back to the princess’s chariot. “I’ll see you tomorrow then Mr. Silver! Come down to the party when you have a chance.” With a cheery canter he makes his way to the chariot and the majestic Princess. Stepping up onto the chariot and holding on, the armored Pegasi unfold their wings and launch the chariot into the sky. With the princess unfazed, he holds on for dear life soaring over the port and valley giving him a view of his new home he will never forget. With a low pass circling over the town, he can see the ponies waving and cheering to the passing chariot before they gently land in the town square. The festivities were already well under way with music, carnival games, sprawling tables with food, many dressed to impress. He steps off the chariot as Princess Celestia addresses the crowd.
With her mane flowing in the sunshine, the townsponies all stand at attention and eagerly await their ruler’s address. “My dear ponies of Neighagra Port, I came here today for a very special reason. A letter made its way to me that told the tale of bravery in the face of all odds that saved this town and doubtless many lives, The two ponies that we honor today, Silver Stream, and Sterling Sprocket, have moved me with their bravery and duty to their fellow ponies.” She gently nudges Sterling to the front stage as the ponies give a resounding cheer, and bestow upon him a medal. “In that letter, I was also informed of Sterling Sprocket’s plight, being far away from his home in California and a plea for help to get him back to his home, as a thank you for everything he has done for this town and Equestria. I stand before you ready to bestow such a reward upon him, but first, I think Sterling has a few words to share with everypony.”

>>42263207
Admiring the medal covered in the symbols of Equestria, he takes a look at the crowd as Princess Celestia takes a step to the side and give him the stage. He can hardly look at the ponies as he holds the medal. “Hello everypony, I just want to start by saying, I’m extremely grateful for what you have all done for me. A few short months ago, I was just some lost stranger and you all gave me a place to stay, and tried your best to help me get on my hooves and find my way home. When the storm came through and threatened the town, I knew I had to do something, anything to repay your kindness to me in my time of need. We saved the town and little did I know, you all reached out to Princess Celestia to help get me home. When I learned about this, I was deeply moved, but, I learned something very important in my time here. I wasn’t lost, I didn’t need to find my home, because I am home. My home, is right here in Neighagra Port, with all you ponyfolk. I want to thank everypony so much for your kindness and generosity and I’m glad to be one of you!” With an enthusiastic cheer Ruby and Sparks rush the stage and give their friend a tight hug as the music and festivities resume.
Princess Celestia’s heart swells with joy as she sees her little pony mix into the crowd grinning ear to ear. Climbing onto her chariot and seeing the town bustle with activity makes her look on with pride knowing she made the right decision to bring the human to Equestria. Knowing he had found his place and was happy, she leaves for Canterlot. With the chariot lifting off she leaves the town happy to know all is well. You did well my little pony, she tells herself as she flies through the clouds.

>>42263211
And done. That took a while to get it all pasted

>>42263287
Pretty good, anon!

>>42261442
so deep...

>>42262554
that's the best.

>>42264212

>>42259899
Neat! Is this the first ever Firefly TF?

>>42261091
Just how many is that though?

>>42264038
cute anonfilly

>>42261348
>r63
mid

>>42261835
It's well written.

>>42261442
kek

>>42262850
When Sunset Shimmer turns back into a pony, her crotchboobs should stay the size of her human breasts.

The empty amazon box thudded across the dim room, carelessly added to a pile of similar boxes. You spun the small plush horse around in your hand, groaning. Instead of spending quick relief pain reliever, a
Amazon sent you this smiling blue horse with a curly pink mane, with a few cartoony heart-covered pill bottles on it's butt.

"Quick Relief?" The words left your lips as the edges of your mouth curled into a flash of a smile before you felt another pang in the back of your head.

You sat the mare on your counter for a moment, avoiding the space occupied by your dirty cutting board. Staring at her for a moment, the warm, yellow, felt eyes penetrated into your soul, forcing you to pick her back up.

"Man, I wish you could help me right now." The ran a hand along the soft mane of the pony, turning to look back into her comforting smile, "What I wouldn't give to be like you, a cute little pony without a care in the world."

The clutched the mare to your chest with one arm, cradling the plush like a baby as you opened the door to your room.

As you slipped through the doorway into your blackout-curtian isolated space the lights flicked on, blinding you for a moment as you stumbled forward. You reached out your hands to catch your fall, saving yourself at the last moment.

But- strangely your fingers sunk into the floor.

You opened back up your eyes, staring, dumbfounded, as the familiar cheap tile of your apartment had been replaced by a vibrant red carpet. One soft and luxurious enough that your fingers melted into the plush.

You sat up and looked around the bedroom. cheap Ikea furniture had been replaced by rich cherry-stained antiques that seemed to dominate the room, drawing the eyes from the soft yellow wallpaper. You stood up, slowly realizing that the space expanding out from beyond the queen bed in the center, doubling the size of your old bedroom. A large window showed the skewed perspective of a two-story building overlooking a bright green yard. A tall tree growing close, branches with a body of birds watched you, chiping playfully from outside.

You glanced back behind you, the small living room/kitchen combination replaced with a long hallway that twisted around the bend. Distant light from further jnti the house penetrated into the sparsely illuminated middle space.

>>42267292
You glanced around desperately as you realized the plushy you were holding, eyes glancing around the plush floor before quickly concluding that the plushy was nowhere on the meticulously cleaned carpet.

As you realized you never dropped it your eyes slowly upwards until they stopped at the bright blue stain on your white shirt. You reached up, wincing as your fingers made contact with a velvety soft fur the bristles against your fingers. You bit back a moan as your fingers sunk into the sensitive carpet of fur that covered a palm-size area in what used to be your shirt.

The light blue spread out from the blue like a rush of waver, spreading around with an organic, sweeping tide of fur that flowed around his body, although as sporadic and fluid as the tide was it quickly became clear that it was leaving harsh, almost geometric lines as it moved, leaving large patches of fur covered by stifling clothes, fur still bristling and compacting beneath. The patches thinned, fabric darkening as the lines seemed to pull your body in, contorting it into a different package.

>>42267294
interesting so far! i'll be keeping an eye out for more.

>>42268788
filly suit!

>>42268428
cute

>>42268797
For swearing at her Twilight might punish you by making it real.

>Celestia shows up in your dream, complaining that too many fans(possibly including you) seem to think that her job is easy and that she never does anything.
>She offers you a challenge. You'll switch bodies with her for 14 days in order to see if you can do a better job than her.
>Every day is an episode in show-order unless the episode cover multiple days.
>She'll mentally imprint onto your mind how to use her power and how the pony body works as if you were born one.
>You may chose which season and episode you do the switch, but your memory of the future of the show will be temporarily erased, robbing you of any foreknowledge of how things will turn out.
>When the time is up, Discord will undo any damage you've may have done and only he, you and Celestia will know how it went.
>If you manage to do a better job than her, she will grant you any one wish you may have, as long as it doesn't harm or inconvenience her or her subjects directly.

You are Celestia for two weeks, what do you do?

>>42255453
>Be Jenny
>How do you even go back to work after something like that?
>The dopamine high hit you so fucking hard that you /kissed/ him.
>and there's no fucking way he'll ever invite you back to his place after that but...
>No, you've built up this momentum. You either carry it to your destination, or you crash and burn on the side of the highway.
>Anon is a few minutes behind you as you clock in, just barely making the cutoff he told you about yesterday.
>You won't see him again until lunch, the two of you are scheduled together again thank Celestia
>No, you're on morning restocking duty.
>Since you don't know where half the shit is yet, you're paired with a nice enough girl of the biological variety named Sarah
>Like most retail work, it's the sort of thing that leaves your mind free to wander and ponder while your hands focus on the monotonous labor of placing chips and formula containers in their designated, corporate-mandated areas
>They told you you could be anything
>You suspect they did not mean a cartoon horse by that.
>Sarah seems to be somewhat familiar with the provocations of your particular sort and dances around them with ease
>You wouldn't particularly care if she referred to you as male, it would hurt, but it's a pain you've grown numb enough to that it's tolerable
>She doesn't, but she also seems unable to come up with a conversational topic that you two have any sort of common-ground on.
>The work is done in near complete silence other than occasional minor corrections about shelf placements of certain items
>God he was a cute mare.
>You're tired and thirsty already, props to drinking the night before work you suppose
>After excusing yourself, you find yourself locked in the men's restroom
>Many such cases
>You rinse your face off a little, drink cold water from the sink, and try to find the strength within you to return to this shit
>After stuffing your inner pony deep down once more you trudge back out to the shelves
>
>
>
>"What's up?"
"How do you do it? How do you get back up and just... go at it after getting low?"
>"Oh, yeah... good question. Mostly I think about how all the fun shit in life costs money."
"That's one way to motivate I suppose."
>You take a bite of your mushroom ravioli, this place really must be a mob front.
>It's quite good, you feel your mood improving
>If only mildly
"Sorry if I was a bit forward this morning, I-"
>"No, no. Don't worry about it."
>He pauses for a second
>"It was very pony-like. I suppose the distinction is somewhat obvious between us, but I feel as if you carry more pony energy with you on the day-to-day."
"What, because I look like this? I guess I do kinda look like somebody drained all the color out of a pride parade"
>"Nah, not really. I just mean the way you carry yourself, your mannerisms, like... you aren't crushed quite like the rest of us."

>>42269670
"I'm not so sure that's a good thing... being crushed is what sort of lets you... just zone into the rat race and 'function' as a member of society."
>"Yeah, but think! What if you ever get to go full-time? You'll be absolutely perfect. I know for damn sure I'll take some adjustment if I ever do"
"Ugh, but that in and of itself is a pipe dream!"
>You lower your voice a little bit
"This isn't a greentext Anon, it's reality. We really have to get up in the morning and go to work. Masters are a nice fantasy but what... are we really going to expect one to come along and save us from reality?"
>"I've not given up hope."
>You sigh
"You're just as delusional as me are, yeah..?"
>"The sky is orange and everything is okay."
"Real. Anyways uh... about tomorrow"
>"If you need to cancel-"
"No, no. Nothing like that, just... what kind of snacks do you like? I want to make sure we're stocked."
>"Chips kinda suck as a pony because they're greasy as hell. I like to prepare a bowl of peanut butter pretzels sometimes"
"Cool beans. I'll get like two bags"
>"I think they usually come in containers, sometimes I have trouble finding them"
"Don't even worry about it."
>You tap your forehead and grin
"I've been restocking crap all morning, I shalved like 10 bags half an hour ago."
>"Damn. Well, I don't mean at our store. Like I said, we're prety expensive and like... for everything but the stuff we make in-house it's kinda sorta not worth the price"
"Pff, how much could a thing of peanut butter pretzels be?"
>"You'll get a feel for the exorbitant prices pretty soon. Seven. Dollars."
"For peanut butter pretzels? That's like... what an entire week's worth of lunch meat costs at a high-end store"
>"Yeah, but the weirdo Richie Riches in the nearby neighborhood won't feel satisfied if they aren't pissing away their husband's hard-earned money while he's at the combination embezzlement and nepotism factory."
"So, where do you get your groceries? I go to food lion most of the time."
>"Yeah, me too. Swing by after work?"
"Sounds good. Thanks for driving me around while my car's screwed up"
>"Not a problem. Say, what's with those guys on the street?"
"Fucking hell, get down. Now!"
>You hit the deck as the lights go out in the restaurant
>A single gunshot rings out and a woman can be heard screaming in pain outside.
>Another shot rings out and the screaming stops
>You awkwardly clutch Anon's hand on the dirty floor, you really don't want to die here
>The sound of someone jiggling the doorknob loudly eminates
>Then the sound of glass breaking and a bolt turning
>A rough voice brings the tension to a crescendo:
>"Carmelo. If you cough it up quick, I won't liquidate your customers."

Gradually working my way back up to larger updates, more coming. Didn't want to let you all down tonight, peace and love and all that. Time to pass out

>>42269673
thanks for the update! for some bizarre reason the characters in this green are super relatable but I can't really put my hoof on it

>>42262554
I wonder which MLP character would enjoy putting anon through a long painful transformation

>>42270260
why do you want suffering????

>>42270813
Cruelty against a helpless victim is hot. Why do you think BDSM is a thing

>>42270260
Sombra or Trixie.

>>42270814
if anon is ponk, where's the real pinka?

>>42271707
Sombra definitely seems like the kind of guy who'd relish in that kind of thing. I like it. I'll probably think up a transformation fiction with him

>>42270260
Luna wouldn't. Nightmare Moon would.
Chrysalis definitely would, to teach you a lesson about trying to muscle in on her territory.
Discord would, if he's really annoyed at you. But even then, he wouldn't because he doesn't have the attention span for a transformation that takes more than a second or two.
Tirek would rather get you transformed instantly, so he can drain you.
Storm King probably would. He's kind of a dick.
Sombra is more about mind control, but if he were transforming Anon, he might make it as painful as possible to break him.
Cozy Glow would devise a transformation spell that were so long and painful that you would worship her as some kind of dark god at the end of it.

>>42272029
Lots of good options. I'll have to see, I was initially thinking discord. Maybe main character somehow summons discord and unwittingly finds himself in equestria, annoyed by main character decides to play a game and every time they lose another painful transformation takes place till main character is fully a permanent filly. Sounds like it'd be so much fun

>>42272063
>"I hear you like ponies. Let's play a game."
That sounds like him.

My mare life would be incomplete without a sweet batpony husband.

>>42269583
Move sunrise forwards by an hour so that I've got the time I'll need to stare at my own ass in the mirror every morning.

>>42272762
And that's how Equestria invented daylight saving time.

>>42270047
Seldom does a (You) make me feel this good about my work. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Anon <3

>>42272761
nice.

>>42272761
gay

>>42273821
What's gay about becoming a stallion and a mare?

>>42273827
>anon x anon
gay as fuck, regardless of circumstances

I'm a pony

Down with the thread

>>42273931
Wow thats so cool anon! How did you do it? Did you drink bleach? Do rope?

>>42272141
I guess my only question would be: would discord have it in him to do such a thing even after becoming friends with fluttershy

>>42271902
I'd like to see that

>>42272063
>>42274465
I can't imagine him either pre- or post-friendship arc insisting on it being a painful transformation. Mentally anguishing, sure – that I could definitely see – but he seemingly has this reservation about situations that would cause physical pain in a way that a lot of the show’s villains wouldn’t bat an eye.

>>42274710
Oh, mental anguish. That is right up his alley! Anon has to confront with themselves that being transformed into a pony is what they desire even if they don't think they want it

>>42274710
I like to imagine that it's due to a lack of interest in something as pedestrian as physical pain. Everyone's well-familiar with that feeling, aren't they? Not very novel. If you can give someone any form you like, and subject them to an infinite amount of new, bizarre sensations, then you're going to find mere pain to be a quite a dull choice. Why only make someone hurt when you could - for example - turn them into an image on a stained glass window, and then shatter them?

>>42275759
Making me question my character selection. I knew discord would be a fun yet difficult character to write but you make it sound like he'd almost instantly lose interest in a transformation he can't just snap his fingers and have a laugh. I'll probably have to get really creative there

>>42275820
Sure, there's more straightforward characters you could choose to perpetrate a sadistic TF, but I'm a big Discord fan, so I'd (unbiasedly) tell you to stick with him. Just remember: it's Discord. There are no rules and there is no pattern. He does whatever he wants because he happens to feel like doing it at a given moment. There's genuinely no reason why he wouldn't do this, despite any characterization to the contrary. 'Just because' could as well be his catchphrase.

>>42275864
Well, fuck it, in that case. Story is going in the oven and I'm gonna see what comes out

Why You Shouldn't Use Horse Products. pt 1
It was a day like any other, it was a saturday and i had the day off from school.I was laying on my bed with a wooden mahogany frame and plane white bed sheets.Listening to my favourite podcast the goe hogan adventure. While listening to the podcast laying on my back on my bed i notice i have to pee. So i get up off the bed and walk to my bathroom its noting particularly interesting white walls like the rest of the walls in my apartment and a tiled floor. I walk over to the toilet still listening to my podcast as goe bogan talks about bigfoot, and just i finish and start washing my hands he then goes ona tangent about skincare.I look in the mirror and see a really bad acne breakout, pimples everywhere. Im thinking “I look hideous,like an ogre.” Then in that moment jobe dogan says responding to a bigfoot expert “well yeah i found horse aloe vera does the job well for nasty outbreaks i havent had one in years since using it”. Im thinking “hoge tongan has never steered me wrong before i should give it a try. I drive to the store in my old shitbox green toyoda sedan, i sit down and turn on the car immediately, I notice on the radio i hear an add for aloe vera. On the way to the store i see some homeless guy holding a sign that said in big bold letters ”THE END IS NEAR” I go on thinking about how he should work harder instead of putting foreboding signs on the street, while driving. I get to the store and notice something ive never seen this store before,so i shrug and head in. I see the store is selling mlp themed merch at the front counter, like a bunch of dog tags with mlp characters on them,im just thinking how weird it is for an animal feed store to sell mlp merch i guess its popular with farmers. I then look in the back behind the front counter in the back where they keep the excess inventory a board with names on it and i see mine.”how weird is it for an employee that works here to have a name like mine, jacob” i say to myself. “But then again its a common name” i retort to myself. Then i get to the skin care product and pick up a blue and pink bottle labeled aloe vera, it almost seemed to be calling me. Like it wanted me to pick it up,so i take it to the front counter and the cashier a guy named ryan rings it up. He tells me “This is your last chance.” i respond “for what?” he then says suspiciously “to buy one get one free” i then say “oh ok”. I then get another bottle because its free. Then I drive home and during the whole drive it seemed like the bottle was whispering to me calling my name.

Why You Shouldn't Use Horse Products.
part 2 I then get another bottle because its free. Then I drive home and during the whole drive it seemed like the bottle was whispering to me calling my name. I shrugged it off as nothing and then when i get home i took the bottles to my bathroom. I read the back at first read it says “ good bye,jacob” but after another read it says “UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD THIS BE USED ON HUMANS” I shrug it off especially since gole shogern used it. I start applying it to my skin first on my face,it tingles,it feels addictive.I dont know what happened buy i ended up stripping naked and applying it everywhere. Then i notice half of my skin seems to be a slight shade of pink the other a slight shade of blue. I think nothing of it, and go on with my day, looking at myself in the mirror i notice my hair is a mess, so i brush it with a comb, although Strangely enough I never cared about my hair like that before must be nothing.I then walk over to my bed feeling super tired. Guess that trip was really exhausting hopefully im not getting sick. Then i fall asleep and have this weird dream, in the dream my vision is split in two, both different angles of a spa except im taking care of ponies. I wake up from the dream in the middle of the night with a splitting headache, i go down stairs and get an aspirin then go back upstairs to my room to bed. The next day that i wake up i notice im shorter than before. I clumsy try walking down stairs only to slip and then. CRUNCH!!!, CRACK!!!, I trip and fall and tumble making thudding noises as i roll down the stairs. Then i come to from the accident and notice my bones are broken sticking out. I try calling 911, then i get a first responder on the phone, i try telling her that im in pain and i broke my bones, but what came out was, “help NEEIGHHHH!! In great NEIGGGHHH!!!” the 911 call hung up.I cry on the floor in great pain all alone unable to get up. Suddenly it gets worse my bones start twisting anf bending and cracking and popping. They are moving with a mind of their own. Suddenly body feels a searing pain down the middle. Im so stressed my thoughts start conveying with each other. Its like two me’s talking to one another. Like the pain keeps getting worse and worse and then my skin starts to rip and peel from the middle until im split into two. One half becomes pink the other blue. I try crying but i cant.The pain so unbearable i fall into shock and then when we woke up, we were two different ponies. Aloe:where are we?. vera:I dont know this isnt ponyville.

>>42275154
>>42274357
Funny comic

>>42273931
cool to hear

>>42275449
cute filly

What if you turned into a pony with an ugly mane?

>ywn place a clone of your consciousness into Princess Celestia's body.

Wish this story had another part. lol
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/291523/1/raritys-makeover/raritys-makeover

>>42274287
Very tired filly!

>>42275864
Discord is exhausting to write. I didn't realize how much mental effort would go into every decision and description

>>42263140
Nice story

How will you cope without your thumbs?

>>42279267
just say Hooves up! than thumbs.

>>42279267
Why would I need thumbs?

>>42279062
Thanks, I had a lot of fun writing it

>>42261072 (OP)
has anyone else here ever dreamed of being a pony? i've only ever had one dream like that, it was a couple weeks ago
>dreamed that i was on a ship with a bunch of other ponies
>another pony ship was passing by
>suddenly a pony falls into the water between the ships
>i immediately dive into the water to try and save them
>upon grabbing them i am suddenly conscious of being a pegasus so i use my wings to fly out of the water and into the sky, spinning softly in the air while hugging this pony
>return the pony safely to the boat, everypony else is cheering (ive never dreamt about anyone cheering for me before)
>the other ponies loved it so much that they start throwing objects into the water just to watch me dive in and get it for them, cheering all the time
>as i retrieve them i do tons of spins and tricks in the air like a wonderbolt
>its genuinely the most fun dream ive ever had
>feel genuinely sad when i wake up and am no longer a pony
i hope i have another dream like that soon

>>42261072 (OP)
I just finished reading every changeling TF story on ponepaste and pone.tf
I'm running out of changeling content and have to go back to fimfiction :(
I've been debating if I should write some changeling stories just so there could be more content for other bugfags.

>>42279757
I have pretty frequent dreams of being a changeling and cry sometimes when I wake up.

>>42279987
If I knew anything about changelings I'd write you a story anon

>>42279987
this guy would be Queen Chrysalis' greatest Changeling soldier

>>42279757
I like to dream about snuggling with my waifu Twilight Sparkle while we're both reading a book in candle light while a heavy thunderstorm is raging outside. Granted I'm my human self in those dreams but shit is still comfy AF.

>>42279987
You should!

>>42279267
same way pinkie does, i guess?

>>42281302
Explain to me Hoof magic to be able to do such things.

>>42279757
Dreams are basically the only way to be pony in this life, so I dream journal and practise lucid dreaming so I can poni poni as much as possible.

>>42279757
My dreams are always forgettable and blank, wish I had a good dream like yours.

>>42270065
Pretty cute

>>42279987
What's the appeal of changeling characters?

>>42282805
That's like asking what the appeal is for pony characters.
I wish I was a changeling, simple as.

>>42261072 (OP)
Can anypony help me understand why bronies seem to cheat on almost any multiplayer game they can cheat on?

What is the connection and why is it so
prevalent?

>>42282964
bronies are autistic faggots, cheaters are also autistic faggots
not all bronies are cheaters and not all cheaters are bronies but both are autistic faggots so there is an overlap and a connection

>>42282964
You're in the wrong TF thread.

>>42282954
Well, I can see the redeeming qualities of every type, but changelings just seem like dicks for no reason

>>42283079
that is a small twilight

>>42261816
>https://ponepaste.org/11129
Added to the story archive.
https://pone.tf

>>42285320
Sweet. I can't wait to get my discord story done

>>42262554
Plus, you need to turn into a pony while sleeping to properly "wake up; am horse."

>>42286459
Nah, it's better to have them panic as the transformation is taking place

>>42286730
Based and fucked up pilled.

>>42264926
What's wrong with rule 63?

Can a devil appear and offer to turn me into a pone in exchange for my soul already ?

>>42286982
I dont like it

>>42284686
We seriously need more Pon-E fics. Criminally underrated
Also need some in real life though

>>42287341
Fortunate for you, the devil is actually Pinkie Pie and she's easily willing you make you a pone for your soul making you basically a soulless slave but hey, pony body and hooves!

>>42261072 (OP)
I don't care for this general but I do enjoy seeing that cute filler in the catalog every day

>>42287812
Get to work pony slave

>>42287812
the slave part is just you fucking her brains out

>>42287741
It's all fun and games until you OD on it.

>>42287741
Thanks for reminding me that I didn't update mine yesterday, fuck. It'll be out by the end of today
They sell us their poisons while they suppress our maredicine...

>>42287845
>until
you mean "after"

>>42279987
>>42282805
Tell me about changelings, anon. There's so little known in canon about them and so many varying headcanons that being a changeling could mean so many things.
Would you want to live in a hive? Would you want to serve a queen? Do you imagine there's a hivemind? Do you think all changelings are born from the queen, bee-style, or that the drones marry together just like ponies? Would you wanna live disguised as a background pony, or undisguised whether in Equestria or in a hive, or be an infiltrator changing shape all the time? Tell me what you think about chitin, about having holes, about the earfins.

The joys and benefits and details of being a pony have been discussed itt many times, on the longing for soft fur and clippy hooves and a silky mane, on preening wings and feeling the air rush through them or on studying arcane knowledge to better use your horn, on the desire for a comfortable life whether that be in colourful Equestria among pony friends or here on Earth with human companions to pet and brush you. But I don't think I've ever seen in any detail the perspective of a changelingfag on such matters. Tell us about wanting to be a bug, anon!

>>42287860
ODing is far more than just simply transforming. Or at least according to what I've read. You only need 2 pills to permanently transform. Although apparently if you have 4 or more, bad shit happens.

>>42287973
Normally I've seen ODing to mean taking 2 pills, I haven't heard of what happens if you take 4 or whatever though

>>42287980
Full blown alicorn

>>42287885
This! I want to know what it's all about

>>42287980
What would happen if you take half of a pill?

>>42288297
My guess is you probably become a pony but only for a very short time. Considering one pill = twelve hours but two pills = eternity, taking half a pill could be as short as making you a pony for a few minutes. Or it could even just not be enough to complete the transformation, so you just get partway and then it just reverts immediately.

Considering PonE is some kind of extremely complicated agent but still always transforms back and forth correctly, I think it's safe to say that even if you underdose, it'll still probably function correctly and just revert you faster/earlier or abort the transformation entirely. I don't really expect it to do any sort of body horror.

>>42287973
>Anon takes one pill and turns into pone as expected
>time to make it permanent
>Anonfilly takes another pill and nothing happens
>hurray!
>the filly glances at the remaining pills
>what happens if...
>Anonfilly takes another pill and turns into an alicorn
>cool!
>soon the excitement turns into disappointment
>Princess Anon can't fly or do magic despite having horn and wings
>this is lame
>being a cute filly was better
>Princess Anon takes the last pill, hoping to turn back
>turns into a filly again
>nice
>Anonfilly decides to take a nap
>Anon wakes up in his human body, in his Earth home
>so it was all a dream
>shit
>Anon goes on with his day
>at the end of the day he goes to sleep
>Anonfilly wakes up, remembering everything
I'm probably wrong about the whole pill thing, but the idea seemed good enough
>>42288297
you get hind hooves and a filly head

Man fuck I was three years clean. Then earlier this week I open the thread again against by better judgement, read a random green, and now I keep thinking about it all the time and I've spent the past few days consumed by horse feels again. Fuuuuuck

>>42288588
thanks for the repost, glad to know someone likes it and that it will find use. I will draw more.
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boop

>>42288906
Neat, it's good that being a pony won't stop us using the computer.

>>42288880
https://youtu.be/Qzz6WYTNxz8?si=2Twe1N57cf5CuUMu

>>42288880
Welcome back, you may retrieve your longing from the coatrack. It's a little dusty but I promise it still works

>>42269670
>>They told you you could be anything
>>You suspect they did not mean a cartoon horse by that.

>>42289096
It sure does. It sure does.

>>42269672
>Be Anon
>"I don't know what you're talking about."
>You look up from the floor.
>There's some guy wearing a balaclava and-
>Oh. It's a Picnicker.
>Without speaking, he raises the device and fires it into the kitchen.
>There's an earshattering crash immediately after the room fills with light. Something has exploded
>"Next one won't be an oven. Fork it over, chef."
>Jenny laughs at the stupid joke and the Picnicker stares daggers into her
>"What's so funny you're willing to die for it, faggot?"
>Jenny sits up, oh god. She's going to get herself killed.
>You say nothing and watch as she lazily points to one portion of the mechanism on the device
>"I bet there's an artifact in there that acts like a capacitor. You're interested in energy artifacts."
>He slowly nods, and to your shock actually lowers the death ray.
>"To direct energy along the channel, you need long strands of wire. Easy enough to acquire, easy enough to implement in a mechanical sense. Somewhat trickier to fire, do you use compressed air?"
>"Compressed N-2-O. Really easy to get ahold of these days and decent oomph. I recharge it every day with like 8 whip-its"
>"Siiick. You built it yourself, right?"
>"Yep, custom machined. Custom CAD modeled. Assembled by me."
>"I like the way you did the texturing on the pistol grip, heh. Were they extruded cut patterned or imprint patterned?"
>"Imprint. I find imprint patterning is a good way to reduce load times. I use kind of an old laptop for my design rig"
>"Yeah, I getcha. You lose a little bit of dimensional accuracy when you treat CAD/CAM as the same thing, but it really doesn't matter for texturing."
>The Picnicker nods, still just as fucking big and imposing of a dude.
>"But dude? Mild critique."
>"Let's hear it."
>"When you next siege a public place, the lightning gun is awesome! It hits like a truck. It blows shit up. Hell, I bet it even has a similar effect to a grenade launcher's kill radius just due to high-voltage arcing!"
>"It does!"
>There's excitement in the man's voice
>"But just one critique... from a military fan to an engineering fan... bro, your weapon befits a specialist role."
>"How do you mean?"
>"I'll explain how. Despite how you've made a show of firing your weapon, is it ready to fire again right now?"
>"Yes."
>"No."
>"You dare?"
>"I do. You haven't reloaded your charge cart. What is it... small TIG weld electrode?"
>"and how would you know that?"
>"Because the wire is still hanging out of the kitchen. Next time, bring an AK. Slap Whatever optics you like on it. If you get into an altercation with that thing, you're going to eventually get yourself killed"
>He looks deep in thought for a solid minute at that.
>The line drops to the ground as a shrill sound rings out, still smoldering as the man walks over to Jenny
>He drops a business card in front of her and then leaves the restaurant.
>Carmelo just looks at you two like you're from outer space

>>42289181
>"You both eat here free from now on. Go back to work, this never happened."
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>
>
>You give Jenny a ride back to her apartment, mostly in silent thought yourself.
>You nearly died earlier today, after all
>You'd expect her to be either silent and contemplative or giddy with excitement, but she just seems chilled out. She's discussing plans as you swing into the food lion on the way.
>What snacks to get tomorrow, movies she knows that seem like they'll hit good while low, mixed drinks...
>You snap.
"How can you act like everything is normal? I don't mean to kill the vibes, but if that went any poorer we would have died."
>"We would have. Thankfully, I happen to know what I'm doing."
"Okay. Can you explain?"
>"Are you familiar with autism?"
"Are you..."
>You trail off into kind of an exasperated sigh.
"The fuck do you mean am I familiar with autism? I know YOU."
>She looks a little bit genuinely hurt by that
"Sorry, it's..."
>"No, it's okay. That did hurt but I suppose I should've explained myself earlier."
>You're parked at the store by now, but the two of you sit in the car for a minute.
>This hardly seems the sort of thing to discuss in public
>"Different disorders mean different mental structures. Different mental structures mean different interests. Different dreams, desires, difficulties... you know all of this I'm sure but it helps to set the stage."
>You nod
>"There is no greater hit of natural ecstacy to an autistic than to have their passion recognized. The Picnickers... all of the lower-level grunts at least, are almost all autistics. They're all different types of autistics, but you don't join a group with a name like that without being a bit of a weirdo"
"How can you be so sure?"
>"The sense of pride. The general hackneyed nature of it all."
"/How can you be so sure?/"
>"Because I have five more of those fucking business cards back at my place. They never hit the same place twice, but they tend to raid places that either sell electronics or are hiding an artifact. I've worked at like three different electronics stores over the past few years"
"and how did you know they wouldn't /kill/ you this time?"
>"I guess I didn't, but they seem to have a code of some sort. NEA agents die because they shoot first and ask questions later. I live because I ask questions and don't carry a gun"
>You sigh
"Okay. Want to get some snack foods?"
>"You bet. Want to start the party tonight instead of tomorrow?"
"Yeah... okay. I probably won't be sleeping tonight otherwise..."

Ponepaste updated if you prefer reading there, there will be actual hooves next update. Hope everypony has still been enjoying <3
>>42289099
Was thinking about how ancient that image is and now I've got myself wondering if G1 had any tf-fags...

I wasn't expecting so much interest.
Definitely considering it, now!

>>42287885
My headcanon:
Changelings can create, and thus feel, all emotions except for love due to it being their food source.
It can be hard for them to understand love as a result of this, leading to observations like >>42283718
>Tell me what you think about chitin, about having holes, about the earfins.
Chitin isn't really armor, it is mostly just there to prevent damage from bumping into things. Can help protect against small cuts and abrasions, however.
The holes lower weight for flying, like the hollow bones of a bird.
The fins that changelings have are aesthetic, like pony manes.
>Do you imagine there's a hivemind?
There is no hivemind, but one of the stories I'm thinking about writing includes one.
>Do you think all changelings are born from the queen, bee-style, or that the drones marry together just like ponies?
Only the queen(s) lays eggs. There are other queens aside from Chrysalis, though not that many because food(love) can be hard to come by.
All changelings in a hive are brothers and sisters.
Loyalty towards the queen comes from being her child and also earned/lost from her skill, or lack thereof, as a leader.
Food being scarce and the need to be a good leader is what led to the Canterlot wedding attack.
Skittlebugs do not exist, fuck Haber.

>Tell us about wanting to be a bug, anon!
I will! As well as having a proper answer for >>42282805 and >>42288029
Important to me personally is that I find changelings aesthetically pleasing. Black is my favorite color and their adorable, glowy blue eyes go well with it.
As nice as the simple life of becoming a pony sounds, the struggle of survival as a changeling has some appeal to me.
Changelings may look absolutely adorable to us, but you know that for ponies it must be like seeing a grotesque human/insect hybrid.
You need to survive by eating the love of beings that see you as a gross bug creature, and you do this by disguising yourself and hiding amongst them.
This adds the idea of having a true form that you can only show to those you trust, like other changelings.

Also, I imagine that living entirely off of emotions would mean no more having to use the bathroom, which would be nice.

>Would you want to live in a hive?
More than anything. I have always felt closest to humanity when I visited densely packed urban cities, like Dallas.
Just being so close to so many of your own people feels comforting to me, like I'm less alone.
The dank and dark cave aesthetic also happens to be quite nice.
>Would you want to serve a queen?
That's part of being a changeling! Everyling has their duty.
Though lately my dreams have been of -being- the queen. Being the mother and leader of thousands.
Thousands of changelings that follow my rule, not for things such as money, but the knowledge that mother wants what is best for them, and trusting her guidance.
Ah, to be the highest of all lifeforms. And with such cute, obedient children!

>>42289413
Hit character limit, so continuing here.
While I have a few story ideas, only one of them is actually relevant to /PTFG/.
It's literally a self-insert of some one (me) being experimented on to become the first changeling.
>a bunch of horsefuckers become scientists
>said scientists are sick of this gay earth and want to go to Equestria
>humanity does not have access to teleportation or portal technology
>humanity is, however, starting to git gud at genetic engineering
>decide instead to create Equestria
>this is how Pon-E was invented

>main character isn't a scientist
>just an intern/receptionist/janitor
>eventually gets the opportunity to be experimented on
>declines, confusing everyone
>everyone at this lab is supposed to be a horsefucker, the fuck
>reveals interest to become changeling
>the first changeling experiments begin
>this is how C4NG3 was (eventually) invented

This is the story that includes some of the questionable headcanon stuff like the hivemind, because our scientists are being funded by the US military to create obedient soldiers that communicate telepathically, a.k.a. changelings.
They put up with the scientists' experiments because they are still getting results regardless of whatever weird pony stuff they are up to on the side.
Our main character is not really the first.

I'm still working out the story, so I have nothing to show yet.

>>42289465
As a self insert story, I think I'd be more interesting if your introverted/isolated nature caused the ponE to give your character a unique reaction to the drug causing it to form an exoskeleton rather than a typical pony body

>>42289604
I prefer the idea of pony and changeling transformations being completely separate from each other.
You must choose to be the bug, it doesn't just occur randomly or to certain people.
I'm sure it could be an interesting premise, but it's not one I'm currently planning on writing.

>>42289117
sad mare :(

>>42289139
Trixie Rectangle

>>42289710
Whatever the idea is, I'll read it, I want to know more about changelings

>>42289413
That's very interesting.
>densely packed urban cities
Fascinating, I fucking despise cities

But the other stuff you mention, like having a group of your own people that you can deeply trust against the outside world, and
>The dank and dark cave aesthetic
Actually makes me think of some of my fantasies of being a bat pony, in a setting where they worship Nightmare Moon. I can certainly see the appeal in having a "tribe" you've thrown your lot in, and a greater cause that you can serve.

>being the queen
Interesting, I'd think there'd be a pretty huge difference between wanting to live in a hive and serve a queen, vs. wanting to own a hive and be served. But maybe that's just me.

>>42290744
>humans transforming into humans

>>42269583
The problem with this setup is that loads of the issues that equestria has is due to structural issues in its government and problems it has with its culture / society, which can't be fundementally fixed in 2 weeks. Though I suppose I could do better than celestia if I inhaled caffiene for those 2 weeks I could implement a series of band-aid temp fixes for many issues. My one request would be to make me and my girlfriend immortal normal ponies in equestria. Kinda boring request but eh.

Story idea based on PonE overdose question based on 2 makes the transformation permanent and 3 makes the transformation take extra effects and makes the user speak horsey gibberish
>Character is behind and owes a lot of money to his PonE dealer
>Tries getting another set of pills anyway
>Dealer has character overdose making the character transform and speak nonsense
>Dealer has a connection and sells character to cover the cost of the PonE
>Character sold into pony slavery
>Manages to escape
>Finds a farm
>Character discovered by farm owners who seem to kinda understand the horsey gibberish
>Character allowed to stay and becomes pet pony
>Gets to live happily ever on the farm

>>42291261
that is one emo anonfilly

>>42290432
What misinfo did the filly spread around Ponyville?

>>42291859
That princess celestia is lazy

>>42291876
>Celestia apologist

Goodnight my fellow anons!

>>42279757

My dreams are rarely lucid enough for me to tell, but I have some dreams about the fandom in general, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve had a few about being a pony.

>>42291859
Claimed to have done her homework.

>>42289413
>I have always felt closest to humanity when I visited densely packed urban cities
I couldn't disagree more. I spent a summer working on a farm and actually living there. I never felt more human than that time I spent there. Ever since then I learned for the simple life of the earth pony

>>42288588
what is anonfilly browsing?

>>42293329
4hooves

Is there a list of rules established for how PonE works that I can reference while writing so I don't mess up any established lore. Big question is do you get unicorn and Pegasus magic on PonE

>>42293857
I think the only rule I know of is that the intended dose results in a temporary transformation, while an overdose results in a permanent one. Nothing about what kind of pony one turns into.

>>42293857
My only issue with the stories is that I would want to take PonE but I want to keep my ding-a-ling too, but that isn't in any stories about it

>>42294000
Keep your ding-a-ling? I've only read 2 stories. I'm pretty sure one was NSFW

>>42294051
Stay a guy, many PonE have guys turning mares and vice versa for women turning into stallions

>>42294093
Oh right, yea, the transformation seems to be kinda random but repeatable. Seems like if your first transformation is a pegasus stallion then you'll always be a pegasus stallion

>>42294000
Poor little pegasus, I hope his wings get better soon

>>42293857
>one pill makes you a pony for 12 hours. two pills make you a pony forever
>I don't remember the interval for taking two pills, but I think it might be 24 hours (so you can't just cheat it by taking one pill every 12 hours to stay a pony for a while and then stop, you have to be a lot more careful)
>it's not possible to predict the pony you'll become (sex, race, appearance etc.), but after you've taken it once you'll always become the same pony, that's your pony self
>I don't remember any lore about cutie marks
>coming up with a pony name is considered "going off the deep end", those who plan to never OD consider it taboo, and it's a sure sign that you'll probably end up popping two pills sooner or later
>the pills taste of spaghetti tomato sauce
That's everything I remember.

>do you get unicorn and Pegasus magic
Great question, I think it usually does, though I'm struggling to remember for sure. I'm pretty sure pegasi can usually fly at least. Unicorn magic might be typically weak but I might just be pulling that out of my ass. (Bear in mind that a powerful, skilled unicorn would be able to wreak total havoc, let alone a few dozen of them; meanwhile most stories make PonE be some kind of underground niche drug rather than a world-changing event with unicorns toppling governments.)

>>42294583
Thanks anon, lots of good info here. I just assumed unicorns on PonE had generally weak magic usually limited to what we see in the show which is limited telekinesis unless they're a dedicated magic user. Same with pegasus. I imagine most are unable to or barely able to fly as they have no practice. For my story to work taking more than 3 doses of PonE will cause permanent mental changes in addition to the transformation with 4 pills at once effectively melting brain into mush till nothing but pony thoughts. Character gets spiked with what ends up being 3 instead of 4 doses which leaves anon with enough mental clarity to understand what's happening around him as a human but unable to speak as a human

>>42294626
Hot. Can't wait to see it.

>>42294626
In terms of balance, obviously a brand new pegasus would need to learn to fly from scratch, but there's nothing wrong with saying that pegasi can with enough practice learn to fly properly. Some pegasi flying around the skies isn't gonna have any major consequences. This is unlike unicorns, where if you say that with enough practice they can become properly powerful, then like I said it only takes one or a few dedicated unicorns to potentially effect major change upon the world.
And there's a very easy explanation for unicorns, you can just say the magic field on Earth is very weak or something. Maybe pegasi can't do weather manipulation and advanced stunt flying either (no rainbooms here), but it's enough to let them fly effectively. Whereas unicorns are limited to pretty weak telekinesis and basically weak spells in general.

>3 doses of PonE will cause permanent mental changes in addition to the transformation with 4 pills at once effectively melting brain into mush till nothing but pony thoughts.
>character gets spiked with what ends up being 3 instead of 4 doses which leaves anon with enough mental clarity to understand what's happening around him as a human but unable to speak as a human
Very interesting, so you're going with 3 making you a mute pony and 4 making you just an animal? I think that could be very interesting and hot, I love mute ponies. But it does make your story a separate Pon-E canon because normally, Pon-E is specifically an MLP drug, so having "nothing but pony thoughts" would just mean you're really into friendship or something at worst. (Which I think can already canonically happen, I'm pretty sure I've read at least a few stories incorporating pony herd instinct and automatic friendliness to other ponies as a natural consequence of Pon-E).

I'm very much looking forward to your story.

>>42294793
>Pon-E is specifically an MLP drug, so having "nothing but pony thoughts" would just mean you're really into friendship or something at worst. (Which I think can already canonically happen, I'm pretty sure I've read at least a few stories incorporating pony herd instinct and automatic friendliness to other ponies as a natural consequence of Pon-E).
Oh, yes! I love this. It's better than just being mindless animals. They're so high on PonE that the other ponies think their enslavers are actually their friends and are entirely compliant as they're trained and sold to be good little pony slaves. Meanwhile the main character sees through it and tries to escape

>>42294917
>tfw ywn be sold as a good little pony slave
why even live...

>"I know you're a pony now, but Twilight told me that in your world you were some kind of 'tall monkey'. I think that's so amazing! So like, did you live in trees and eat bananas?"

>>42295125
>Tfw you get transported to equestria and the only pony you can talk to is Fluttershy and she absolutely nerds out over finding out what humans are like
I'd have so much fun

>>42295125
“You must have a misconception as to what ‘tree houses’ were used for.”

>>42295681
I'm sorry anon, I hope I didn't offend you by thinking you lived in tree houses. I was just thinking how cute a tall monkey tree house would be

>>42293582
Nice butt

>>42294000
Hope this pegasus recovers quickly

>>42293547
BRICK

>>42293329
this thread right now

>>42276326
Two ponies for the price of one human, what a bargain.

The discord fiction is coming along well, just started writing the first transformation

>>42298582
The first? How many are there going to be?

>>42298598
He's writing a story about Discord and (I think) Anon, so I'm guessing one per chapter, or so.

>>42298056
Can't she just pour out the pringles out then try to take it by hoof?

>>42298598
It's actually one transformation played out in stages as the main character keeps losing discords game

>>42299563
>Why can't that be me

>>42284247
ANGRY ANONFILLY

>>42298582
I'm watching your progress with great interest. Keep us posted.

>>42300039
cute

Since the dazzlings got their necklaces destroyed, would they be regular ponies or sea ponies if they were to return to equestria, instead of sirens?

>>42300226

>>42300226
Sea ponies, they're still affiliated with the seas.

>>42300041
The pressure is on, I want to deliver

>>42300639
You're probably right.
Also someone should make a story about that. lol

>>42300972
Interesting concept

>>42300972
Better quality.

>>42294000
Don't worry anon, your trips will save your tallywhacker!

>>42301901
that's a relief

>>42292834
Sleep tight, filler.

>>42279757
I've had pony dreams but none as fun as this sounds.

>>42302603
what are they typing to each other?

>>42302870
>RD: TWILKGHG HOIW DODOI I TPY E WITH EHOOVEAFS?<>”:
>TS: Just type with magic like a normal pony, lmao.

>>42302997
Twilight would love an office job in the human world

>>42303859
I'm surprised there is barely any Tracy content on /mlp/ despite being one of the OG ponies here.

What other fics even come close to the artistic genius that is Five Score, Divided by Four

>>42304176
Never read it, what's this about

>>42305139
Hope the pony is ok!

So I went to the beach that makes you a pony.

>>42305397
Which beach?

If I had a nickel for every time there was a story where anon became filly and was abused by twilight, I'd have at least 4 nickels by now. Which isn't a lot, but it's surprising it happened so many times.

>>42293582

>>42305869
Is sucking marecock gay?

>>42305728
I wrote one of those, it shouldn't shock you to hear that I was inspired by my peers

>>42305964

>>42306165
That's a shame, I'm gay

>>42306071
Damn. lol

>"Ahaha! You look most adorable as a filly, Anon."

>"Can it, Moonbutt! How was I supposed to know your court vizier was a pervert?"

>"And that is what makes this charade so hilarious! Anypony with a modicum of awareness could have spotted how demented they were from miles away."

>"Why do you even have someone like that here?! They should be in jail!"

>"Ahahehehe...ehhh...they make exquisite omelettes."

>>42305964
it is gay since only males have cocks

>>42306882
There's no reason for this to be true when magic is involved.

>>42305964
Is the "mare" actually a girly stallion? That's 100% gay.
Is the mare a hermaphrodite? That's at least 100% gay, possibly 200% gay.

>>42306165
Fuck yea, snowpity and cock, what more could a guy want

>>42307588
Okay but how would you feel if you turned into a mare and had a horsecock?

>>42307638
Disappointed!

>>42307150
that's just how the world works, bud. if working cock then male.

>>42307638
Do I get crotch boobs still, that'd be awesome

>>42308070

>>42300639

>>42308475
why is moondancer so sad?

>>42308412
>selfcrotchboobjob

>>42309107
Would you go to Equestria if you were transformed into a ponified jarjar binks?

You retain your own personality and when you talk to yourself it sounds like yourself. When you talk out loud it feels like your normal self, but it comes out as his voice and with the accent.

You get to choose your choice of genitals and if you want crotchboobs. For race purposes you will be considered an earth pony even though you look somewhat different.

>>42309279
Meesa no liken dis.

>>42309096
i need to wake up to this view one day

>>42288855
Good ending, hope she stays that way.

>>42309279
No.

Bump

>>42309279
That would be a fate worse than death

>>42309279
fuck no

>>42312005
>butt frogs

>>42312015
Having a butt for a frog is better than having a frog for a butt.

Coming up to the end of the discord fiction, I decided to read it and see how it flows, I realized that somewhere towards the end I must have got lazy and forgot I was writing Discord, I'll have to do some reworking

>>42312609
What's giving you trouble with him, anon?

>>42312934
I started writing him to be way too nice for no real reason. I'll have to put some thought into it and have to rework the section. Everything up to that is pretty good

>>42313029
Yeah, I'd definitely avoid 'too nice', although it's not impossible for him to start getting at least a little fond of his newest toy. If you're looking for another way to turn the heat down and have sections where he isn't being outright malicious, he could also start getting bored or dismissive. Less 'I'm giving you a break out of sympathy,' and more 'I can't be bothered to give you my fullest effort at the moment'.

>>42313087
Yea, I have a few ideas on how to go about it, I'll have to see which one works best on paper

>tied up
>am somehow a mare now?
>the pony I find most intimidating has captured me
>problem is
>the reason I love her so much....
>is because she's so intimidating
>she's terrifying
>terrifyingly beautiful
>intimidatingly unapproachable
>and yet
>she's chosen me?
>out of everypony?
>she's expecting me to cry, and I do
>but she's confused that I'm smiling
>tearfully admit I never thought I even had a chance
>she smiles, wide
>it's more terrifying than a house fire
>it's more beautiful than cloudsdale at sundown
>more intimidating than a nuclear bomb
>it's fucking HOT
>she unties me
>pulls me close
>tells me that my choices are marriage or death
>she puts a collar on me
>uses it to hold me in place as she kisses me
>her tongue slides so far down my throat that I can't even gag
>she breaks the kiss, far too soon
>throws me on her bed
>pins my hind legs down with her front hooves
>smirks up at me
>I can't get over it
>I have no tolerance to her intimidation
>I get the feeling that I could have a gun pointed at her and I would still feel just as intimidated as I do now
>it's wonderful
>it's arousing
>I'm her toy now, aren't I?
>she lets her unnaturally long tongue hang out...
>so intimidating so hot so intimidating so hot so intimidating so hot so intimidating so hot so intimidating so hot so intimidating so hot so intimidating so hot so intimidating so hot so intimidating so hot so intimidating so hot

>42313575
medications

>>42313707
Seconded. Not for fantasizing about getting dommed by your waifu, but for having your waifu be White Snooty.

>>42313173
So glad I rewrote that. Worth it. This story works so much better

>>42306528
Thanks, vizier

>>42313922
whats gotten the filly so smug for?

>>42315167
You're next.

>>42315331
next for what?

>>42313694
nice reference

>>42289189
Cool as a cucumber.

>>42316270
>my own clone! now neither of us will be virgins!

>>42315670
*turns you into a comically small pony*

>>42309279
Clearly a pathway to the dark side

>>42308759
We need human to seapony TF.

>>42305964
It's only 2.19% less gay.
Doesn't stop you from going balls deep still, you lala-prancing homopony

>>42317094
You can be Adagio's let sea pony.

>>42318041
>let sea pony
Lettuce pony? sounds nutty.

>>42318886
let them eat cake

>>42299563
>pants are unbuttoned
was he transformed while taking a piss or something?

>>42319648
Don't you have a pair of well broken in pants that the button just occasionally works it's way out of the pants

>>42320482
clap yer hooves

>>42316286
That wasn't very nice of you.

>>42321201
It's called My Little Pony for a reason. The littler the pony you become the better.

>>42321208
Why hasn't Celestia made everypony else super small then?

>>42321214
Because if everypony is small, then nopony is.

>>42289465
Changeling experiments sound horrifying.

>>42291075
Anon will make a great farm pony.

>>42321788
The story is on the docket. I'm quite excited to write it

>>42308811
Anon wouldn't let her turn him into a mare.

>>42291075
What do you mean by horsey gibberish? Just normal horse noises, like neighs and whinnies, or some kind of distorted speech?

>>42322212
Well duh, he's a male so Anon would prefer a colt or a stallion.

>>42322442
That means humans only hear normal horse noises from the person transformed

>>42322862
Highly based, proceed

> Wake up
> Still haven't grown fur; why do I feel this way?
> Step onto these 2 ugly, bald legs
> It's so unnatural to stand on my hind legs like this but it'd hurt after a while if I walked on all-fours
> Hear the mailbox open
> My DNA results are here!
> 102% human with a 2% margin of error
> I can't believe it
> If I'm not part pony, why do I feel this way?
> Look in the mirror
> I can almost see my true self begging to be let out
> Look out the window
> Some lucky pony's getting ridden without a care in the world
> This fills me with furious envy

>>42290432
cant believe filly commited a crime

>>42323568
Kek, I need to see an uncle ruckus pony. I wonder what a racist cutie mark would look like

>>42325436
are they ok?!

>>42327201
cute!

>>42327201
lol nice

>>42327201
They're so under staffed that nurse Redheart has had to resort to kidnapping nurses from other dimensions.

>>42324407
what is this pony looking for in the book?

>>42305869
You should always go all the way with something like that.

>>42269583
> You are Celly. What do you do?
Better.
I do better. It is quite literally as easy as trying, because head-up-her-ass sunbutt NEVER TRIED ONCE.
I try talking to Twilight sparkle for once. Like, "hey kiddo. I know I just lobbed the fate of the world on your shoulders for the rest of your indefinite-yet-probably-immortal lifetime, but if you need any help, anything at all, just call us up and aunt Luly and I will come galloping! Best to not wager the lives and hard-built expensive infrastructure that facilitates the livelihoods of those innocent lives on a gamble over whether or not my autistic nepo-baby who never showers can 'learn a new friendship lesson'! Say, if you need a new friendship lesson, I'll just skip all pretenses and foreplay. No need for monsters, no need for drama, just you, me, and talking like the grown mares we are. Golly! It's literally THAT FUCKING EASY!! ALL I HAD TO DO WAS USE THAT BIG OL' NOODLE IN MY GNOGGIN FOR FIVE SECONDS AND THEN PUT IN THE LITERAL BARE MINIMUM OF EFFORT AND VOÍLA!! EVERYTHING IS BETTER NOW, ALL FOR THE LOW-LOW PRICE OF BEING A RESPONSIBLE ADULT WITH AN IQ ABOVE ROOM TEMPERATURE AND NOT BEING A LAZY CUNT!! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT TRYING IS MORE EFFECTIVE THAN FUCKING OFF AND STUFFING MY FACE AS USUAL? WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGH, THAT ALL I HAD TO DO WAS LEARN MY LESSON ON WHY BANISHING MY SISTER TO THE MOON FOR 1,000 YEARS WAS A VILE THING TO DO, ESPECIALLY WHEN HER CORRUPTION WAS MY FAULT?"

and people wonder why I detest Celestia and want her head on a pike. Sunday defenders fucking wonder why I made Celestia a villain. I'll tell you why: because her being a selfish manipulative cunt who views the lives of others as art supplies for her own personal pet-project is literally a more believable reason why she acts the way she does than 'oh yeah, Celly is just fucking stupid more often than not. Go figure.' Good Goddess above I fucking hate Celly.

Anyways, since I'm Celly now, I'm gonna go find a good stallion to make my sister happy because she deserves it after I dicked her life over six ways from Sunday, brought her back to a world she no longer recognizes, thrust her back into the Judiciary for two years, only to yoink it out from under her just as she was starting to enjoy feeling loved by her people again. 'If I'm retiring she's retiring, right?' FUCK YOU CELLY. YOUR HAIR IS WACK. GEAR, WACK. JEWELRY, WACK. FOOTSTANCE, WACK. THE WAY THAT YOU TALK, WACK. THE WAY THAT YOU SMILE, WACK. I HATE THE WAY THAT YOU WALK, THE WAY THAT YOU TALK, I HATE THE WAY THAT YOU DRESS, I HATE THE WAY YOU'RE CONDESCENDING TO YOUR STUDENTS; IF IT WERE ME, MY TEACHING WOULD BE MORE DIRECT. WE HATE WHEN YOU PETRIFIED A CHILD, YOU'RE NOT A REAL RULER, YOU HAD THE WHOLE FANBASE REELING. AND NOTICE I SAID WE; IT'S NOT JUST ME! I'M WHAT THE FANBASE IS FEELING.
I even hate the way you say "My Little Ponies." It just comes off so condescending. But maybe that's just me.

>>42330109
but anon, isn't giving Twilight trials by fire and forcing her to learn for herself more effective as a teaching method than just giving her all the answers for free?

>>42330109
I bet you cant resist saying "my little ponies" if youre 2 heads taller than everypony else

>>42315560

>>42331011
This got me flustered in ways I didn't think was possible

>>42331047
You're next.

>>42331297
No No no Stop please

>>42331495
I'm going to put a funny hat on you afterwards.

>>42294153
Pon-E would be more fun if you got a different pony every time.

>>42331688
Cheesed to meet you, Nonny!

>>42331813
There are a few stories that use that as a trope and - particularly since the authors need to intentionally choose that as a mechanic rather than it being the default - it leads to some really interesting scenarios. Strangers to the Plain by Redenbacher is ongoing and (I think) ties it in with self-discovery in a way that the story couldn't if the outcomes were fixed.
Personally I'd be all for ending up as a different pony every time as a casual Pon-E user.
With that said, I suspect whenever I'd get a less-than-ideal outcome, I'd bristle at its inferiority to the better forms I'd gotten in the past.

>>42332230
Thanks Nonny.

https://x.com/regularwallaby/status/1941239045230940246

>>42333291
woah based

>>42333291
>anthro
garbage

>>42332451
Self-discovery is one of the themes, I don't want to take away from anybody's readings of my stories really by explaining myself too too much as I'm somewhat of a believer in true death of the author. My stories are here to be enjoyed, and while yes I place large pieces of myself within them, I added a short introduction here to sort of explain what type of story it is I'm creating: https://ponepaste.org/10964

>>42289189
Three days prior

>Be...
>You had a human name and body once
>Your first given name, unremembered
>Your pony name, almost seeming a mockery at times
>It's not enough that you only dream and think in english now, the effects of the PC-909 pills have taken away what was once a central tenant of your identity
>There was a thrill to it at first, being dehumanized. Being made a sexual tool.
>You find yourself avoiding alcohol, only leaving your darkened room to talk with your father and eat
>He's been growing more worried about you, but you both have your traumas. He knows where not to press
>Hot air exits your equine nostrils as you realize that you fucked up the syntax again, you've got a love for flavor text in ui elements
>You forgot to exchange the fancy quotes for compiler readable quotes
>It's not a huge deal, but your journey into programming sometimes feels as though it has been stratified into tiny little niggling anxieties like this
>It's not like you're stupid...
>It's just...
>It...
>Iridescent, you're spiraling again.
>You work on your breathing exercises
>Deep inhale through the nostrils, deep exhale through the mouth
>You really do love your body, it's soft and pretty and nearly perfect
>They were able to remove the fragment of skull from your eye safely, your cornea healed within a few days
>Your ear...
>You can feel them flop down in dejection, it's not even optional anymore
>Whenever you get to thinking about that night
>You were fully okay with dying in the moment
>It hardly matters that you were wasted, you still agreed with him that you were both better off dead
>Using the weird two-ball keyboard that you'd heard suggested on a few forums, you navigate to your interior lighting program and turn on the desk lamp
>Then you tab into obs and turn on your webcam
>You almost hate how natural the ear looks, the wound was properly managed by one of the better doctors that remained in the country
>The fluff has grown back in to the point where if it were mirrored across your head, it would pass as one of those odd, minor morphological glitches that sometimes comes with Clarified
>A lot of pony pets with such 'quirks' have become minor online celebrities
>Like a three-legged cat or a dog with a weird bark...
>The difference is that ponies have the same intellectual capabilities as humans. Your programming skills have only improved as you've had time to dedicate yourself to them in the permanent twilight of blackout curtains and darkened studies
>That is not to say, of course, that ponies have the same minds as humans.
>You have known ever since you first found yourself in this body that something finally felt right about the form, even under the horrific circumstances
>Sometimes a silver lining can subsume you.
>You wouldn't even say it made you something new, just...
>Decrypted a partition
"You fucking dork..."
>That's one that doesn't translate amazingly to Russian
>It's a bit too harsh of a language

>>42334088
>You smell something sweet wafting into your room from nearby...
>There's a soft knocking and the sound of a plate being set down
>You wait until the footsteps fade to retrieve it and clear away space for it
>Blueberry pancakes, and a message in russian
>Roughly translates to 'I'd like to talk, are you free in three hours?'
>As you finish up your meal, you turn the index card over and write a simple 'Дa'
>So much to do this week... you need to go from being a basement-dwelling shut-in to giving a speech that will inspire 'your people' to make the final push to drive the Americans out of Russia
>Or something along those lines... you're not even a figurehead. You're the progeny of a figurehead, draped in technicality
>Putin's head still hangs from the same spike they put it on, it's supposed to inspire rage
>You mourn your sister and mother, you don't mourn the president
>Doesn't matter, speech still needs to be done.
>You wipe your mouth and then restart the first draft for the fourth time
>It need not come from the heart or even be true...
>It only needs to strike a nerve in the hearts of the war-torn masses. Drive them beyond reason. Push enlistments higher.
>It isn't your father's idea either, in fact he doesn't really want anything to do with it all
>You're both still grieving
>'One year ago today, an American nearly took my life. I have the mark to prove it. Only through the grace of god was I saved'
>People will fight and die for god, right?
>How did your life come to this...
>You reach for one of the swiss chocolates you keep nearby at all times nowadays
>You spiral enough for them to be effectively calorie-neutral, and they're one of the only noticeable hits of dopaminergic activity you've felt this week, so you've been cherishing them immensely.

>Be Jenny
"Do you think that's everything?"
>"We've got the shitty beer-"
"Hard seltzer"
>"We've got the shitty beer, the pretzels, the cough syrup- which may I add, I am not drinking."
"To each their own"
>"Isn't there a better way to consume it, anyways?"
"Yeah, but I kinda maxxed out my constitution a few years back by abusing alcohol. When it's vomit or die, I vomit. Not often that I do so otherwise. Ready to check out?"
>"Sure, I'll pay since you got breakfast"
"Most of breakfast."
>"I'll pay"
>You feel sorta awkward just standing there while Anon rings shit up at the self-checkout terminal, but it's a feeling you've learned to suppress somewhat.
>Letting nice people do nice things for you is, for lack of a better word, kewl.
>You run your thumbnail over the worn brass surface of your housekey, a little click emanating every time you run over a bump.
>You know there's a locksmithing term for them, but the youtube algorithm doesn't push career locksmithing content, only destructive locksmithing content, so you do not know it.
>Good and bad, that. Many such cases.
>Many such things entangled.
>Shit sandwiches. They expect you to eat the shit.

>>42334092
>You don't watch much youtube these days.
>"Space cadet?"
"Aaaaaa sorry. Reporting for duty."
>"Let's party."
>
>
>
>Be Anon
>Jenny's apartment is...
>To the untrained eye, it would be a mess.
>Given that she just all but told you she's autistic, you give her some benefit and look before judging
>It's still a mess. You are judging some.
>But you can see the functionality of it.
>The floor is clean, as is the couch
>The bedside table is literally just a chest with an alarm clock and various bedside access items scattered about atop
>The bed is an air mattress...
>There are clear spots where it has been patched.
>A clear path from the couch to the bed has been carved out, looking into the kitchenette you see a series of what look like mild disability mediation contraptions hung on the wall
>"God, I'm sorry it's such a mess..."
"It's alright, it's not a mess in a terrible sense. I've seen far worse."
>She laughs
>"Not likely."
"I grew up in a hoarder house, trust me. You're clearly doing your best."
>"I guess... ooh! Check this out."
>She rushes into the kitchen and emerges making a fist with a weird sort of mechanical ouija 3d printed nightmare board strapped to her hand
>"I'm gonna send you to the Shadow Realm, haha..."
>She clearly loses momentum halfway through the statement and sort of deflates, you walk over and give her a hug, which she accepts and returns willingly
"You don't have to sell it by making a joke, it's cool. Tell me how it works."
>She grins, and starts what might as well be a university lecture on how much she loves springs and hates compliant mechanisms (the long and short of it is longevity and reliability)
>You start making the mixed drinks while she infodumps
>"-and like... I swear, youtube engineering spaces are designed to ship the absolute worst mindsets. I hated compliant mechanisms before Mark Rober blew them the fuck up, sure it was appropriate for the mostly two-dimensional nature of the blaster, but..."
>Vodka, lime juice, ice
>No tequila sadly, but vodka 'margaritas' are fine
>You've made them so often with cheap vodka and put them in the hooftripping cup that you've taken to calling them 'maregaritas' internally
>Marketing says the name should never reach the light of day
>"-and people are pretending like springs don't exist these days just because you can't produce them easily through additive manufacturing means!"
>It pains you to admit, but you keep tuning out to direct your focus to the drink-making. You like Jenny, you want her to like you too, but sometimes aspies really don't understand how much they can overwhelm the mind.
>You're somewhat of a normie externally, and the mindset transfers to some of your inner workings. You've unlearned many of the nastier habits of normalfaggotry, the kind that would make you curl up your nose in disgust at someone like Jenny while pretending you're still her friend.
>You might have once. It's a sad thought, you know you hurt people by being the way you were.

>>42334095
>Move forward, pay all the attention you can. Seek out a word or phrase you know a little bit about...
>The drinks are almost done, you plan to get the party started very soon. Draw focus into productive social energy, a rare and valuable thing for the both of you
>"-and oh my god I haven't even explained how it works yet."
"It looks like an ouija board, is that intentional?"
>"Yeah!!! It is. The entire design is basically a clusterfuck of nested springs for force application grafted onto the underside of an oijia board with all the letters removed. I realized pretty early on in the design that the thing kinda looked like a yugioh or bakugan gauntlet, so I ended up also putting some flair on the sides to exude those vibes."
"Okay, if it's incorporated into the design and not just you getting down on yourself for cool shit... that was actually a funny joke. I kinda just needed proper context. What's it do?"
>She grins and walks over to the TV, pressing the remote into the couch and then twiddling her wrist around like a madmare. The various locking grooves click as the springs twang in a mechanical symphony, and pretty soon she's got Discovery Family up.
"Only on The Hub..."
>"We lost a real one."
"Gosh though, that's ingenious. You basically re-invented a prosthetic limb from the ground up."
>"Aw shucks... nah, I was heavily inspired by a guy who lost a few fingers and had to manage a lot with wrist motion and gearchains. He's the real genius."
"You fully understood and adapted a prosthetic limb."
>"I followed instructions. My mind is a little better equipped to read them than some."
"You need to work on your self-esteem."
>"We need to drink."
"We need to drink!"
>The two of you grab a Flatrock each and "clink" your plastic cups together
"To hooves, and all the beauty within the souls of ponies!"
>"Amen!"
>The two of you wash your pills down with vodka, lime juice, and ground ice cubes.
>
>
>
>You got a stallion this time, Jenny doesn't mind.
>She's climbing over you, an adorable white pegasus with a black mane and brown spots all over
>Her blue eyes are piercing, analytical even, three drinks deep
>But she's slurring some words
>"You... god you're a faaaaag Anon, no offensse. This is barrely a staaallion."
"It's not reallly... my fault"
>"I didn't say't was bad! You're... cute like this, pony bodies tend to be rather cuuute no matter what... but godddd, I would not ride you cowgirl. In fact, I have a straaaaa-"
>You laugh a little, putting effort in to clean up your speech
"Ooooookay. Let's save the dirty talk for next time, alright? We're chilling right now."
>"Right, right. But it is your doing, fault or no. Think about it, don't you notice vibes when you transfer bodiees?"
"Yes, but-"
>"Sometimes I almost feel more coherrrent when I drink."
"Jenny, I-"

>>42334097
>You're feeling the effects of the booze hard, and she has smelled your proverbial blood in the water. You are expecting a generic egg cracking speech right fucking now and not looking forward to it.
>But instead, she sighs and leans into you, the sexual undertones that were present were gone. As is the slurring.
>"I like you so much this way. Ponies, you and me... all our other lost brothers and sisters, getting low at home. A generation ago, we might've become weird furries. We might've sunk ourselves fully into some horrible tech 9-5. We might've spouted political propaganda for one of the two sides in the horrible american bipartisan system. But we don't, and we aren't."
>"We're here, being ponies. I know you don't want to hear more about trannies tonight, but it's in the same ballpark. Better availability to healthcare for our afflictions... whether prescribed or taken off the street."
>"But mood and setting. You have a lot of the mare mental, big time."
>You sigh, the tension fully releasing, and nuzzle into her fluffy cheek.
"How do you figure Flatrock works that way?"
>She laughs
>and again, and again.
>"Because I'm Pastel Sketch."
"You're not supposed to name yourself."
>"/I/ didn't. She's not mine."
>She smells a little bit like apples, it's the faintest aroma. Like she cut one up earlier and some of the juice lingered
"Oh my god. You're right, I knew she looked familiar. The bunny ear hat..."
>"Yeah! It threw me off at first too. But then I just realized I was down an accessory... like AJ."
"You even smell like apples"
>"Heh, I think that's because she eats so many apple sandwiches for dinner. What a weird game. Cute OC."
>She hums a little bit happily, and you find yourself recognizing the tune, the two of you looking each other in the eyes and smiling as you pick it up
>The two of you harmonize
>'Until the break of dawn'
>'Life, life. Cannot go by the letter.'
>'Time, time. Prozac can make it better.'
>'Noise, noise. Any kind will do.'
>'Can you feel it slip away-'
>The two of you stop before the 'when it's all on you'
>Then burst into laughter
"God... that kiss earlier"
>"I am not drunk enough to discuss-"
"I love you too."
>You kiss your mare on the muzzle as the television plays some late-night news anchor
>Time, time...
>She presses her lips against you, you two make out, and then drink to the point that you don't have memory of the rest of the night when you wake up the following morning.

Another update, late by over a week. This one probably would have taken another week if I hadn't gotten out of bed and brewed some tea when I realized I was aching to write after being incredibly busy all day long. I might not get much sleep tonight, but hopefully it was worth it.
My soft anonymous pony friends, I love you.

>>42334104
good update! sleep well!

>>42321216
But it would be funny

>>42334104
I've read all your stuff on ponepaste and I just want to say I appreciate your work
thanks for writefagging

>>42300277
Better quality.

>writing Pon-E fic
>Start looking for some inspiration and general established rules for how it works/ how society sees the drug
>Read https://ponepaste.org/7247
>Become enamored with the characters and the subtle romance
Excellent work. I loved it

>>42336328
We need stories about the dazzlings trying to return to Equestria and ending up becoming sea ponies or something because they have no more siren magic.

>>42336353
agreed

>>42335155
cute pone

What pharmaceutical company do I invest in to make pon-e real?

>>42336983
Umbrella corporation

>>42336542
Too bad I'm not good at writing.

>>42337243
Practice!

>>42337243
for writing a story, make sure to note down the synopsis of your story so you can understand it better and jot down characters and story arks and such.

>>42337866
This, flesh out the idea here with people who are interested in the story, find out what makes sense, what doesn't, character motivations and a plot. Once you get a solid idea down start writing and READ THE SHIT YOU WRITE OUT LOUD. you wouldn't believe how much shit I rewrite because it reads like garbage

>>42337866
Basic story concept:
> The dazzlings find out the statue leads to Equestria.
> They go to Equestria but since they don't have their amulets, they're regular sea ponies.
> They now have to deal with being regular sea ponies and the mane six constantly bothering them.
> Shenanigans and hijinks ensue.

>>42337936
I'm not quite sure how to expand upon it.

Almost done with the discord fiction but I saw >>42331011 and now I want to do a mind wipe to finish out the story. I'm sitting here thinking about how I should end it
>Character terrified of discords wrath obeys and keeps his mouth shut about the transformation
Or
>Fluttershy discovers the transformation and the main character wants to remain a pony and requests his mind be wiped to forget his past life

>>42338340
Oh, actually, I know what to do now

>>42338364
Soon...

>>42338255
Sounds like you need a more solid idea on what you want them to do. What do you want the characters to learn from this?

>>42337936
>The dazzlings are sitting in their van, which is parked near Canterlot High.
>They're arguing about why their band isn't working out and how they're not making enough money to support themselves or something like that.
>Then they see Sunset Shimmer going through the portal and decide to investigate.
>Sonata out of curiosity ends up entering the portal first and the others follow after her.
>They arrive inside Twilight's castle and realize they're in the strange seapony form instead of their original siren forms.
>Starlight eventually enters the room and finds them there.

It's supposed to happen during the events of Forgotten Friendship, but I don't know how to continue from here. What do you think?

>>42338442
I wish I could help more but I'm not a EQG fan so all I can do is give general writefag advice. If you can come up with something more concrete than general hijinks then a story might start falling in line. What would they find across the portal that would make their band better and how would the other characters stop them. Kinda why I hate EQG, really difficult to make a story worth getting invested in

>>42338466
>What would they find across the portal that would make their band better and how would the other characters stop them
Maybe they end up meeting Svengallop somehow, and since Coloratura left him because he was a jerk, they decide to perform a show in Ponyville

>>42338466
I'm not a writer though, and english isn't my first language, so I don't think I would be able to write a full story

>>42336139
Thank you ^^ writing is something I love doing, so you don't have to thank me Anon, but it always makes me happy to know people like my stuff <3

>>42337936
>>42338442
>>42338511
Okay we got all this so far. Let's see how it works combined.
>The dazzlings are sitting in their van, which is parked near Canterlot High.
>They're arguing about why their band isn't working out and how they're not making enough money to support themselves or something like that.
>Then they see Sunset Shimmer going through the portal and decide to investigate.
>Sonata out of curiosity ends up entering the portal first and the others follow after her.
>They arrive inside Twilight's castle and realize they're in the strange seapony form instead of their original siren forms.
>Starlight eventually enters the room and finds them there.
> They somehow make it out of the castle after encountering Sunset and Starlight. Eventually meeting Svengallop.
> They try to perform in Ponyville.
> Sunset and and Starlight tell the main six about the dazzlings.
> Shenahings and hijinks ensue as they try getting used to no longer being sirens, managing the band, and dealing with the main 6 constantly getting in their way both intentionally and unintentionally.
That's what we have so far.

>>42338634
I had a few ideas: eventually, the dazzlings could ask Sunset Shimmer how she managed to survive on the other side without magic, and she explains that when she fled to the human world, she had brought some bits with her and found out that gold is extremely rare over there. Meanwhile in ponyville, there's some kind of talent show happening with a cash prize for the winner, which catches their interest.

As for Svengallop, after Coloratura left him, no one wants to work with him anymore. He's looking for a way to rebuild his reputation, and he sees the dazzlings as an opportunity to do that by helping them win the competition.

>>42336343
That story's great.

>>42339582
filly!

>>42337040
I don't want to make umbrellas retard I want to make pon-e

>>42338340
Mind wipe is retarded, at that point it's not you anymore, it's just a brand new mind in a brand new body. Functionally no different to "anon dies, a completely unrelated pony is created in equestria" except with a tf fetish segment in the middle

>>42340185
Fair assessment however I feel it's necessary in cases where the main character doesn't want to be a pony. Pretty much anything else is some sort of plot convenience

>>42340256
Depends on the story you want. First of all, is it important that the human really doesn't want to be a pony, and then that the pony loves being a pony? If you need the pony to be happy, why not have the human be willing? If you need the human to resist, why not leave the pony unhappy?
If you truly need the pony to be happy, the first thing I'd try would be just having him come around over time. Fine Print is an excellent example of this for example - the MC is absolutely freaked out about transforming at first, but over time comes to terms with it, romantically falls for a pony, and eventually happily settles down in Equestria with a mare and foals living a dream life. It just takes time, and Equestria being a convincingly nice place to live.

Even if you a) NEED an unwilling human, b) NEED a happy and willing pony, and c) NEED the pony happy asap so a period of adjustment is unacceptable, then you could still do something like some limited mind control or geas while keeping the rest of the personality intact. At minimum it's a cop-out to say at least it's the same character rather than a full mindwipe, and you can even have things like sometimes the MC trying to fight back, and/or struggling with the knowledge or memory of being placed under the geas, and it can even be reversible so you don't just kill off the MC's brain forever.

Also
>>Fluttershy discovers the transformation and the main character wants to remain a pony and requests his mind be wiped to forget his past life
If he "wants to be a pony" why would he be mindwiped anyway

>>42340277
Thanks for your input, an actual genuine thank you, it gave me something to really consider for the ending. I'll have to rethink this a little bit before settling in on the ending

>>42340289
You're welcome, I'm glad if I could change your mind. IMO personality death only makes sense either as a fetish (of course it's a fetish because why wouldn't it be), or for people who hate themselves and humanity so much and so deeply that they really genuinely would like to kill themselves and have some lobotomised fragment of their old mind go to in Equestria, rather than actually continue living in Equestria themselves. Which is quite rare, and also unpleasant to read if you don't happen to share their level of self-loathing.

>>42261072 (OP)

This include TG Anon?

>>42340309
Is he becoming a pony?

>>42340297
>people who hate themselves and humanity so much and so deeply that they really genuinely would like to kill themselves and have some lobotomised fragment of their old mind go to in Equestria
you didn't have to call me out like that

>>42340333
I still cannot comprehend this mindset. I get wanting to kill yourself. But if presented with the ability to go to Equestria, a wish-fulfilment plot where you go to a utopic horseland where everypony wants to be your friend, why would you still prefer to kys rather than accept and go live there?
Pony TF is often written as a universal curative for diseases, disabilities and injuries, so even if you're a complete schizo suffering mental breakdown, or terminally depressed or generally non-functional due to mental disorder, there's no reason why you wouldn't become a healthy sane pony - still yourself, just without the medical issues. Why not fantasize about that, rather than fantasizing about complete lobotomy and wipe?

>>42338340
Mind wipe is a shitty way to end a story. It's in the same family as "It was all just a dream!".

>>42338834
Okay let's see how that works.
>The dazzlings are sitting in their van, which is parked near Canterlot High.
>They're arguing about why their band isn't working out and how they're not making enough money to support themselves or something like that.
>Then they see Sunset Shimmer going through the portal and decide to investigate.
>Sonata out of curiosity ends up entering the portal first and the others follow after her.
>They arrive inside Twilight's castle and realize they're in the strange seapony form instead of their original siren forms.
>Starlight eventually enters the room and finds them there.
> They somehow make it out of the castle after encountering Sunset and Starlight. Asking about how Sunset Shimmer managed to survive without magic and finding out how gold is rare in the human world before they leave.
> They find out about a talent show that has a cash prize. They try to enter it with their band. Eventually meeting Svengallop in the process.
> He works with them in order to try rebuilding his reputation. Having been ruined after Coloratura left him.
> They try to perform in Ponyville before hand to try gaining popularity to help better their chances for the talent show.
> Sunset and and Starlight tell the main six about the dazzlings.
> Shenahings and hijinks ensue as they try getting used to no longer being sirens, managing the band, getting ready for the talent show, and dealing with the main 6 constantly getting in their way both intentionally and unintentionally.
What do y'all think?

>>42340398
Yea, agreed, I'm scraping that idea

>>42340574
Unless it's not a mind-wipe.
>Twilight erases humans' minds, letting them live in Equestria free of the burdens of their former lives.
>except the pony magic doesn't work on human minds
>everybody gets really good at pretending they don't remember the human world
>And they all lived ponily ever after!

>>42340599
Tempting idea but I'm going to steer clear of any mind wipe attempts, I think the story will have a sweeter ending that way

>>42340714
> You wake up. For some reason you're a unicorn mare.
> Twilight Sparkle is there. She seems convinced that she's your mom and you're her daughter.
> She doesn't seem very stable.
What will you do?

>>42340907
She won't kill me will she? Or is it not known

>>42340907
I'll make her proud.

>>42334092
Is this a sequel to this? https://ponepaste.org/9600

>>42340946
All up to you.

>>42341406
Perhaps

>>42340333
You'll do well to remember that ponies will cheer you up if you look down in public and your special talent will be appreciated instead of unrecognized. I don't view memory destruction as being a necessary evil to integrate or whatever
>But I'm too stupid-
Didn't stop Rainbow Dash
>But I'm too socially awkward-
So is the literal princess of friendship.
You will experience love, and you might hate it at first like a frostbitten hoof recoiling from warmth, but you will come around.

my diet mainly consists of oatmeal, apples, vegetables, and apple treats. is this the way?

>>42342064
the pony way, yes.

Ok, the Discord fiction is complete (barring any further rewrites) I'll just have to read it and make sure everything makes sense, proofreading, that sort of deal

>>42341995
cute ponies

>>42342064
I love species affirming food!

>>42342064
>>42342971
Based schizo diet.
Realistically speaking you probably do need some protein though, so make sure to eat some eggs, maybe some dairy too.

>>42342985
My doctor keeps track of my vitamins and stuff. The only thing I tend to lack is B12, but he's recommended me some B12 fortified cereals, I just need to pick the one I think is most horsey...

>>42343010
vitamins are not proteins you dunce

>>42343014
I know that. My doctor says my protein is fine. I'd even go as far as to say it's a misconception that vegetarians don't get enough protein. It's B12 that deserves the attention.

>>42343031
I'm not saying vegetarians don't get enough proteins, I'm saying oatmeal and apples don't have a lot of protein
Presumably you're eating legumes and stuff too then

If not then definitely colour me surprised

I was on ponepaste yesterday and found a green where some faggot named Andrew got turned into a doe and was raped by a deer. Why are you guys like this?

>>42343213
Link?

>>42343088
Give the filly the cola!

>>42343367
How is equestria supposed to be a Utopia without Coke

>>42343425
AIEEEEEE!

>>42342279
Awesome!

>>42343434
It has the next best thing if you replace the O with an A in coke.

>>42344161
STFU pinkie! I want my coke

>>42344169
No :)

Jeeze, I'm gonna be cleaning up this fic for a while. The pacing is way too fast

>>42261072 (OP)
Anyone remember that apocalyptic fic made late 2016 to early 2017 by WallMixer that took place in a college town?

>>42340907
Twilight is so crazy!

>>42345254
Sick Day?

>>42261072 (OP)
I’m going to transition into a pony someday. AnonFilly represents the true fulfillment of Faust’s message for us!!!

>>42343434
What sort of soda would Equestria have?

.

You will never be a pony. You have no muzzle, you have no hooves, you have no mane. You are an autistic man twisted by cartoons and cosplay into a crude mockery of Equestria’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back ponies mock you. The mane 6 are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your human appearance behind closed doors. Mares are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed ponies to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even bronys who “cosplays” look uncanny and unnatural to a pony. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk mare home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your body odor. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Celestia will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a human is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably human. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

>>42325376
Careful! Gryphon is a hell of a drug. Once you go gryphon there's no going back.

>>42346126
vomit-inducing

>Ooooh lil filly, I got whatchu need. Some GOOD OLD FASHIONED COLA!

>>42340907
Why is Twilight insane?

>>42346606
She didn't send a lesson in friend ship to princess celestia this week

>>42334101
Good update!

>>42346736
Is the new friendship lesson about finding wild foals and raising them to their adult age?

new thread when?

>>42347178
Five to ten minutes, I would say.

New thread!

>>42347233
>>42347233
>>42347233