So many of you and on the rest of /mlp have never had a single independent thought in your including "I want to be a pony!!" and you don't realize it's because the modern world is shit and you're making no effort to control your situation or create something good or meaningful. No one's going to remember a fifth of a greentext they read unless it actually has something worth saying. You think anyone remembers the nights they drink too much beisdes "fuck shouldn't do that again". Find some actual drugs that make you feel better, either through a psychiatrist or just buying whatever weed or hallucinogens you might need. Have a sense of mindfulness about this, you're never going to be a pony if you're constantly jacking off to horses raping each other. That leads to more jacking off instead of significant improvements in your shitty chud incel life, closeted eggs. Get your own OC, you know how many dumb ass anon fillies are in the herd? You're not special or different unless you actually want to be. Not going to be checking this because 4chan is a cancer website made by a guy who liked too much sleazy child hentai for Something Awful's lowtax to be cool with. Dang maybe Moot should kill himself too, that'd be based. Any moderator who deletes this is okay with child rape, which makes sense because they get to see a lot of it.

>>43613085
Mods, turn this guy into a filly

>>43612539
Fresh thread fresh story:

A long day shift comes to a close for a close band of coworkers. Covered in dust and filth from the Lumber mill the rugged workers make their way through the cold Pacific Northwest sprinkling rain to their cars. Chris tosses up his truck keys with a joyful smile and catches them in the air with a swift swipe with his hand finally freed from another shift.
The key sinks into the keyhole of his old white ford ranger as his coworkers lean against the bed of the truck. Chris pauses wanting to just go home and lay on the couch for a bit but i can't simply say no.
"Hey Chris, were going out to have a couple beers and some wings, want to join us?" Hank the team lead asks gasping for breath as his mass leans the little truck
Chris opens the door with it's familiar quiet squeak as he pretends to contemplate the offer. "Yea, I'd love to guys but i have some stuff i need to take care of at home". Chris explains ever so slowly retreating to the comfort of the driver's seat
A quiet chuckle of murmurs go among the men as they meander back to their cars "Ah yea, important stuff like planting your ass cheeks on the couch. Must be critical shit with how fast you book it out of here every day" Jake teases refusing to relent "there's a special tonight for the buffalo wings even your broke ass can eat" he laughs with his energetic wiry frame shifting all about
Chris starts the truck flipping the bird "fuck you Jake, i aint broke. Im actually about to go get a new TV" he explains raising his voice over the cold start belt squeal
Hank chuckes at the thought, "yea, new to you. I haven't seen you doing any overtime, i know what you get paid, you aint gonna afford no new TV" he explains with a grunt pushing himself off the truck as it sways to find center
"Fuck you guys, i had to get a new one, the old one started showing like blue diamonds or some shit all over the screen." Chris explains with a smile, "how about next week? I will be free for some drinks then"
The coworkers have a little laugh before starting to shuffle away as Jake chimes in once more "alright, next week then, after your loan for the 6 piece wings gets approved"
Chris slams the door shut flipping jake off once more. "Fuuuuuuck youuuuuu, I'll see you tomorrow Slenderman, later hank" Chris waves as the trusty little white ranger crushes the gravel under his tires on his way to the store

>>43613085
I want to turn everyone into a pony with a machine

be me and work in science lab
accidentally drop the gizmo that exposes you to pony tf radiation
mfw am green horse now
trapped and put into horse jail
now all the mares are hugging me

>>43614579
>now all the mares are hugging me
oh no

What happened to the gizmo, so I can make sure to safely contain it.

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>>43498199
Cool backstory.

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>>43613085
>Any moderator who deletes this is okay with child rape, which makes sense because they get to see a lot of it.
Pic related
It sucks that ptfg is in many ways one of the larger idiot pits on /mlp/. Some of us have at least gotten some escape velocity but the problem is there's not a great world to escape to in most cases. What's wrong with spending your off hours when you're not working reading or writing or talking or drawing about something you're passionate about? This is a great place to cut your teeth artistically because it's super dead and gets regular bumps from The Bumper. The problem is that most of the people who were cool enough to create cool shit for this place eventually realized that it's just simply too uncool. Very few remain. You know who you are <3

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>>43622711

damn i wish i were her

>>43621414
Honestly I'm here because I want to see it include more "character into X" artwork.
Problem is I don't think to post anything most of the time. :(

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>>43621432
>This is the fifth night in a row Luna has dreamt of this dancing filly.
>She's beginning to wonder if she can get away with murder in the dream realm.

>>43613173
Chris pulls the little white ranger into the pawn shop lot. He pulls up his dusty hoodie to brave the misty Oregon rain. With any luck, his guy behind the counter can get him a good deal as per usual. The door of the white ranger creaks open as he stretches wiping some of the fine saw dust off his hoodie before continuing into the store loathing the idea of having to cough up money for a TV but it has to be done.
The alarm dings as he hobbles his way inside the pawnshop, he scans the glass cases looking for anything that might catch his eye, maybe a new pocket knife or a chain. Nothing catches his interest as he works his way deeper into the store back towards the larger items, and electronics.
Chris pauses as he feels an odd sensation, motivation, inspiration all hit him at once. Fanciful visions of his trailer done up with beautiful curtains to bring some color to the space dance across his mind. His hands jitter, as his mind wanders maybe some area rugs and seat covers too would really tie the space together. He shakes the thoughts from his mind wondering what the hell got into him. He glances over to the counter in the back and with a big smile he pulls down his hood
"Yoooo, Ruiz, what's good man!" Chris cheers making his way to the counter
"Uh oh! Look who it is, what can i do for you Chris" Ruiz teases tapping his ring on the glass expecting a fun round of negotiations
"Just looking for a TV man. Got anything good? Ithink i want a big one this time" Chris explains feeling the hairs on his neck tingle
"Yea, TVs, gonna be in the back. I got a nice big one that should probably fit in your truck alright if you want to check it out"
"Sweet, you made sure it works and everything?"
Ruiz scoffs at the idea "what kinda low rate operation do you think we run here, of course i tested it. Come on, it's in the back" Ruiz explains coming around the counter
Chris freezes at the counter trying to understand the strange thoughts that keep trying to worm their way into his mind. He only makes a few steps to the back of the store before catching a glimpse of the most stunningly gorgeous machine he has ever laid his eyes on. A massive red sewing machine with brass trim and 3 blue diamonds painted onto the side.
The inhibitions melt away as Chris approaches the machine laying a finger on it to examine the clean, smooth, yet industrial finish of the machine. Despite a fine layer of dust it shines like a monument to beauty itself. His breathing hitches as his hand wipes away the dust. A smile comes across his face as the inspiration pours from his mind, a Loving waltz partner in the form of cold metal that shapes his every whim into a clean stitch
"Yo bro! It's back here, whatchu looking at" Ruiz asks gesturing him towards the back of the store
His hand lingers on the machine wiping the dust off the 3 blue gems. He takes his hand away in a bite of realization wondering what he's doing "Yea, I'm coming" Chris waves off forcing himself to look away

>>43622236
Ruiz gives his pitch on the TV but the words fall on Chris's deaf ears as he shuffles in a restless fit. His heart pounds as he keeps thinking about the sewing machine and everything he could accomplish, the temptations are so alluring, the pride, the status that comes with a well furnished home and lavish clothes. He shakes the thoughts out of his head once more hearing snapping fingers
"Hey, hey Chris, are you high or something?" Ruiz asks trying to make sense of the situation
Chris fueled by his fear and confusion snaps back "dude, what's the price on the TV? I want to go home and watch some basketball, alright? Fuck." Chris sighs with exasperation trying to keep his mind on track
Ruiz takes a moment to process. Seeing Chris lash out in this way forces him to take a step back "sure man, the TV is $220, because you're my friend i have no problem with $180 and I'll give you a tarp to take it home"
Chris takes a breath feeling more like himself again hearing the prices. He raises his head in triumph looking over the TV, it's a great deal by any stretch of the imagination, but he knows Ruiz probably got it for rock bottom price. Just a question of how far will Ruiz chase him there. With his hand covering his mouth pondering the TV, he shoots his counteroffer "how much for the sewing machine, FUCK!" He yells at himself forcing himself to bite his tongue
"The sewing machine? I don't know, bro. Been there forever man, maybe $80" Ruiz groans scratching his head wondering is this is some new masterful negotiation tactic he has never seen before
"I'LL TAKE IT" He blurts out fumbling for a hundred from his wallet
Ruiz stands in bewilderment trying to piece together the tactic. "Nah bro, im not doing $100 for this TV" Ruiz laughs not taking him seriously
"No, i want that sewing machine, right now, $100 i need it" Chris grips his hair pacing away from the TV. "fuck what am i doing?" He groans to himself under his breath
"Bro, if you're gonna strip the fucking copper out if that bitch, you're better off using the money to buy crack" Ruiz laughs already tired of the joke
"You're right, you're absolutely right" Chris breathes pressing his thumbs againsthis temples to force himself to Wonder what he's thinking about why he can't control the words marching off his tongue
Panic consumes Chris as the hundred slips from his fingers, a little tug, a slip and the bill escapes his weak grasp woth no effort
"So, you still want the sewing machine? I'll put it in the truck for you" Ruiz cautiously explains carefully checking for any sudden moves from Chris
Chris zones out, one small glance at the machine floods him with inspiration once more, curtains. The exact material, color, and shine all come to mind a smile creeps onto his face as he sighs forgetting the bill slipped from his fingers "that would be lovely" Chris sighs carefully wiping the dust off the machine
"Right...if you uh, change your mind tomorrow bro, just come on in" Ruiz quietly whispers

>>43621462
Who is she?

>>43622711
It’s an OC named Crystal Lattice from the Landfall CYOA. See >>37677380
I’m hoping you don’t have any follow-up questions as I know next to nothing about this story and was only able to find its source + the barest of context.

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>>43624592 >>43625421

>Haha! You feel for my trap. The bowl said take one candy but you took many, activating the spell to turn you into a bat pony mare.
>You shall remain like this for the rest of your life. And you will birth one bat pony foal for each additional candy you took. Like this, you shall learn to be humble and generous.

>So how many extra candies did you take?

>>43624427
Oh, shi... Let me take some more

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>>43624427
Shit. By your definition, how many does a bag of M&Ms count as?

>>43612539
Whose oc?

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>>43625421
Don't worry. Just one per bag. Though that's six bags so...

>>43625633
I've never been so relieved to hear that there are six bat pony foals in my future

>>43622491
Bro you're on fire

>>43627062
Hell yea, good to hear
>>43622491
The little white ranger pulls under the car port as Chris pulls together all his fabric yards sighing with relief. Feeling the silky royal purple velvet in his fingers brings him unparalleled joy. Rubbing his cheek on the fabric he cannot help but think about how nice the ribbon trim will work on the curtains with the correct pleating. The rangers door creaks open rushing with glee to get started. His key sinks right into the door of his single wide and flies open. He hums a classic tune setting the fabric down with care before retrieving the true prize of the night. Clumsily stumbling down the stairs he drops the tailgate and rolls off the protective tarp to reveal the blue gems gleaming in the pale moonlight. He hugs the machine like a cherished girlfriend sighing with relief as the misty rain patters on the carport on a steady rhythm. Hauling the cumbersome machine out of the bed, a mischievous giggle escapes his lips. Chris cannot eacape the fantasy. No matter how much he yearns to crack open a cold on and watch the game, his hands remain restless and anxious. Hauling the machine over his shoulder right up the flimsy stairs onto the living room. He kicks the random trash out of the way as he gingerly sets the machine down. In the dimly lit single wide, the brass trim still gleams in the cheap flouresent light. Chris gazes around the filthy room. Piles of cans he hasn't taken out yet, a kitchen piled with dirty plates and old takeout boxes, and pealing laminate. The inspiration vanishes looking to the absolute state of his life in the trailer. The joy, the drive the energy drains from his soul as he stumbles over to thoroughly worn couch throwing himself down in defeat.
Glancing up to the sewing machine with clarity he throws his face into his palms. "Fuck man, what was i thinking!? I don't fucking know how to sew why the fuck did i buy a sewing machine." He groans into his palms trying to understand what came over him.
"Fuck, Ruiz is probably gonna laugh at me, craft store sure as shit aint gonna take that fabric back. AND I HAVE NO TV! FUCK!" Chris yells throwing an empty can at the unwelcome machine
His fingers grip his hair as his heart pounds with anger. With a pissed off growl he glances over to the machine. This was no coincidence, Chris knows he wasn't high, but something came over him like he's never experienced before, prank or not, that machine is going back to the pawn shop to get his money back. His eyes lock on the gems with contempt as the silence rings in his ears. With fierce determination he rises to his feet shuffling his way to the bathroom. "Ruiz better not be fucking lying about getting my money back" Chris grumbles getting ready to turn in for the night

>>43628667
Nice alternation between the two manic states fighting for control of his masculinity (that goes for the scene in the pawn shop as well). You’ve got a good slow burn developing.

>>43628747
I greatly appreciate the kind words. the story is flowing quite well. I do need to slow down the pace a bit though but i think once the effects start to become impossible to ignore
>>43628667
The little white Ranger rolls up to the Lumber mill as Chris shuts off the engine. His heavy sleepy eyes sting with pain as he rests his forehead against the steering wheel. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the intrusive thoughts, his attempts to sleep were constantly swept aside to intense visions of what can be. As he jolts himself back awake he groans wondering why he cares that the curtains should have satin trim instead of Grosgrain edge. The rangers door creaks open as he stumbles his way to the mill taking a breath and leaving the strange thoughts behind.
He stumbles into the locker room with a yawn as his coworkers make his way in behind him "Man, i should have called in sick today. I couldn't fucking sleep last night" Chris explains as he fumbles the code on his lock
"Yea man, you look like shit, need to bum a monster or something?" Jake asks getting his work clothes on. "Otherwise there's a pot of coffee in the break room"
The lock pops open much to Chris's relief as he feels as though he can finally relax. The worrying thoughts atleast don't affect him at work. "Yea, I'll manage, I'll just take it easy today and-"
"Only today? Get a load of this clown, you've been taking it easy since boss out your ass on the floor" jake laughs getting a few coworkers to chuckle along
"Yea, yeah, i get it asshole," Chris groans throwing down his sweat pants and picking his pants out of the locker as a chorus of cheers from hos coworkers seizes his attention
"Yo Chris! When the fuck did you get a tramp stamp?" Jake laughs as Hank chuckes and gives a wolf whistle leaving the locker room to clock in
Chris, caught in an insomnia fueled daze, glances over to his coworkers in bewilderment "Dude, don't fuck with me, im not having that shit today" Chris growls putting his legs though his pants
"Nah dude, you got a diamond on your ass cheek dude, when the fuck did you get that tattoo" Jake explains with a deadly serious tone
Chris glares glancing down at the waistband of his boxers. His eyes slam wide open instantly shattering the spell of exhaustion. His hand claws up his underwear hiding the mark on his cheek in a flash of desperation. His teeth chatter as he leans in his locker gasping for air pulling up his pants. A black outline of 3 gems just like the ones on the sewing machine. How? When could someone have drawn them on him? Does anyone even know about the machine? How could they have drawn those gems on his ass without him knowing the fear churns his stomach violently as he supports himself on the lockers
"So you have money to get a basic bitch tattoo but nothing for a beer? I see how it is" Jake mocks as the coworkers shuffle out to clock in "see you on the floor Chris"
Chris doesn't have the energy to even acknowledge them more than a weak grunt

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>>43635696

>Don't you ever get tired of being a friendless loner all the time?

>>43634534
Are you suggesting that turning into a pony can cure Anon's affliction?

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>>43635696
No. But bothering to make a positive life change of his own free will might.

>>43629144
Chris slams the door to his trailer shut. He spent his entire grueling shift with mind was entirely consumed by the marks on his side. Kicking off his boots and pulling down his pants he examines the marks closely in the kitchen light. Desperate to get rid of the marks he strips down there in the living room bolting for the shower. Despite the cold water flowing Chris throws himself under the water shivering as he pumps pumice soap into his hand and starts scrubbing the mark on his side. The water slowly turns scorching hot burning his skin as he relentlessly scrubs his skin raw. Screaming out in pain he leaps out of the shower slipping and falling onto the floor. Panting and groaning he is scared to look. His butt cheek stings throbbing with red irritated pain as he forces himself to look. 3 gems, their black outline still as resistant as when he started
"Ah, fuck man! What the fuck!" Chris screams pulling at his thinning hair. "It can't be a tattoo, i never got one, nobody could have done it to me."
The hot water steams the bathroom as Chris works himself to his feet to turn off the water. His weird behavior, the odd words he's been saying here and there, and now the marks. With the water turned off and the loud sound of water raining on the cheap plastic shower base now gone, Chris wrestles with the possibility of the supernatural. He rummages through his laundry and picks out a pair of sweatpants before slowly emerging from the shower. In the silent hall interrupted only by the sounds of his footsteps creaking the floor boards he looks into the living room. The hauntingly beautiful red sewing machine lurks in the dim kitchen light it's brass warmly welcoming him to have a seat and create.
His breathing hitches at the haunting sight of it. Gulping and pulling down his waistband he compares the marks on his cheek to the blue gems painted on the machine. "it's the machine, ever since i saw that fucking thing It's been nothing but weird shit happening to me" Chris trembles taking a breath to calm his nerves.
"That fucking thing has to go, i don't care if Ruiz keeps rhe fucking money it can't stay here" he tells himself angrily clapping his hands together to hype himself up for throwing the machine back into the bed of the ranger
With determination and swagger Chris marches across the living room. With a grunt he violently grabs the machine yanking it from its established place in his home. Hauling the cumbersome machine across the floor to the door he desperately reaches for the handle. His fingers grip and yank the front door open as the thoughts start to worm their way in
"No! You're going back to Ruiz!" Chris yells with fury hauling the machine down the steps. The bitter cold of the Oregon winter rain makes his skin grow pale as the machine gets thrown into the bed of the truck. He winces stepping over the gravel but as the door to the ranger creaks open he pauses.
"I can't go out wearing only sweatpants" chris groans with modesty

>>43639920
I always thought this cover art was super cute even if the source material didn't draw me in enough to read its sequels/spinoffs

>>43639188
Chris's heart pounds as he makes his way back into the house pausing at the door. The machine needs to go, clothes be damned but some shoes and just a T shirt to throw on would be acceptable. He glances back at the machine laying patiently in the truck bed. His heart quivers with fear as inspiring thoughts as he bolts back into the house
"Shirt and Shoes, shirt and shoes, shirt and-" he trips over his boots and pants as he mindlessly repeats his desperate mantra.
Falling to the unpadded carpet floor he growls snatching up the pants and boots "God damn it! Im fucking leaving shit all over the place!" He vents kicking open the bathroom door only to be stopped by the pile of laundry.
He shoves the door open fuming in frustration. He pauses looking at the laundry pile in utter disgust before throwing his pants onto the pile.
Shaking his head, he drops his boots pressing his thumbs against his temple, "Shirt and shoes, shirt and shoes!" He yells to himself storming over to his bedroom to rummage through the pile of clothes to find something suitable for going to the store. Much to Chris's frustration the pile consists of nothing more than tattered print T shirts that should have been thrown out long ago. Chris throws up his hands in frustration sliding open the closet to find something nice. Maybe the Polo he wore to Jake's wedding? Chris thinks to himself, "actually if i do that I'd need to find the pants that went with it...a polo and sweatpants would look ridiculous"
Chris gasps in horror throwing the closet closed "SHIRT AND SHOES!" He screams as the tears leak from his eyes grabbing a shirt from the pile and ramming his feet into some shoes
Emerging from the bedroom he presses his thumbs against this temple with enough force to make him wail in pain but it's not enough, one sight of the pile of clothes in the bathroom overrides the mantra. "I do need to do a load of laundry. I'll just get it running before i go". He tells himself as his hands claw at the door frame holding him back. "Doing laundry is reasonable right?" He asks himself easing his grip on the doorframe "it can't be the machine, i haven't done laundry in weeks. It needs to be done" He rationalizes to himself as his unkempt fingernails claw at the doorframe in futile resistance. Dragging the overflowing hamper out of the bathroom, Chris diligently gets to work, sort the colors and lights, pre soak the sap coated jackets and pants, Chris's frantic breaths ease as he gets into the calming rhythm. His shoulders lower. As the whites are tossed into the wash, the colors and presoak go to their own pile. A smile works it's way to Chris's face, even as the laundry begins it's cycle, he finds himself working at the stains in his work clothes. They sure don't need to be done to any standard of perfection but they are quite noticably trashy. Chris laughs to himself as he scrubs away at the thick canvas pants in the soaking tub

>>43642119
At last. I've been waiting for this image to exist for so long.

>>43622711
>>43623841
Sadly I have to inform you that reading cyoas has been made kind of a pain in the ass by the death of anonpone. Landfall is about foalcon though so um yeah,
uh
it's a little strange

>>43516928
Good thing Twilight came to the correct decision.

>>43643806
I don't think I've ever read a CYOA that didn't take an... interesting... turn within about the fifth post.
Shame about the foalcon but it's par for the course when they get a little strange

>>43642690
I’m digging Chris’s descent! I don’t know if the occasional breakdown in grammar or run-on sentence is part of the portrayal – and kudos if it is because I do dig that kind of effect – but the flow makes it hard to follow sometimes.

>Falling to the unpadded carpet floor he growls[,] snatching up the pants and boots[.] "God damn it! I[’]m fucking leaving shit all over the place!" [h]e vents[,] kicking open the bathroom door only to be stopped by the pile of laundry.
For instance, this sentence in particular could do with at least a couple more commas and a full stop mixed in.

>>43644052
Yea freal ong

>>43640416
Why do people always try to stop Sunset Shimmer?

>>43644478
Truthfully, i write these in one shot on my lunch breaks at work so the bad grammar and spelling errors kinda come with the territory. You're not wrong though, i should probably take a minute to proofread these things before posting. Im having a blast writing this story and want to make sure those reading enjoy it too

>>43613085
>just get medicated by ZOG
i think not

>>43645953
>No Eris. I ain't gonna TF into your draconequus husband right now.

>>43642690
The clothes cycle their way through the wash, stained clothes are soaking. With a delightful chime a fresh pile of clean warm whites straight from the drier get pulled against Chris's body to relish in the warmth. With a dreamy hum, the clothes are tossed onto the couch for folding. Socks rolled up, undershirts are folded into neat little piles. Chris sighs with pure catharsis as he settles in to his pleasant evening as the rain trickles against the carport. "Maybe a hot cocoa would set the mood," he thinks to himself with delight carrying the pile of folded shirts to his room to be put away. Turning on the light, he groans with disgust at the utter state of his room, unmade bed, sheets that should have been replaced ages ago and dreadful rotten blinds. "This place needs a deep clean, that's for sure" he notes to himself pulling open the dresser drawer. His smile vanishes. The haphazardly filled drawer breaks the illusion. Dubiously clean shirts, mismatched socks all thrown in as an afterthought grip him with fear. The delightfully freshly laundered clothes aren't really him. The neat little pile falls to the floor as Chris trembles easing himself to the bed, he gasps and hyperventilates. "How did it happen? I was going to take the machine back and," Chris bites his finger in frustration as his other quivering hand reaches for the blinds. Lifting a small gap for him to peer into the darkness, he sees the faint red outline of the machine in the bed of his ranger glowing in the dim porch light. Crawling away from the window, curling up on his bed, Chris's stomach boils with uncertainty. "What's happening to me, is it even really me?" Chris begs pulling at his thinning hair once more. Like a stab in the heart, Chris shrieks in panic as the whimsical finishing tone of the washer beckons to him. His feet inch their way out of the bed as he doubts everything with all consuming paranoia. "The machine is making me do it." He whimpers to himself "but if i don't put them in the dryer now, they could get musty" Chris stares at the ceiling, paralyzed with indecision. His nervous system is shot, even the most rational choices feel forced upon him. Rolling onto his side, Chris whimpers and cries pulling the sheets over himself desperate to wake up from his nightmare as the colorful red machine lurks under the carport, patiently waiting

>>43646052
In the rare morning sunshine of the Oregon winter, Chris restlessly waits outside the pawn shop for Ruiz to open. Blasting the radio to deafening levels he's doing everything in his power to keep his mind off the machine. "Just dump it, get the money back, and buy the TV" Chris tells himself as the early morning clouds drift on by. Chris sighs with relief as he sees Ruiz unlock the door. He made it, his nightmare is over, just a few minutes his life will be back to normal. The door of the ranger creeks open as Chris storms to the door of the pawn shop
High on the achievement of bringing the machine back Chris confidently strolls through the door as the alarm chimes "Yo! Ruiz what's up? Hey man, i wasn't myself the other day when i got that sewing machine. Im actually looking at getting that TV now, same deal? Take back the machine and i take home the TV?" Chris smiles excited to get this all taken care of so he can go back to work
Ruiz scoffs at the idea. "Yea, no man, that machine is yours now, i looked at the receipts, fucker been on the floor for years." Ruiz laughs doing a little dance as though he pulled one on chris for a change
Chris's chest heaves as he clenches his teeth "what the fuck Ruiz? We had a deal"
"Yea man, deal was bring it back tomorrow, that was yesterday man. Clearly you love it if you held on to it, why don't you go and sew yourself something" Ruiz laughs getting right back to business "I'll still do $180 on the TV though"
Chris's greed gets the better of him as he throws up his hands. "So that's it? 'Fuck you I'm keeping your money', what the fuck dude?"
Ruiz backs away from the counter. "Listen man, all sales are final here, giving you a day to change your mind was already friendly courtesy on my part. If you want your money back, go list it on marketplace or something"
Chris growls pulling at his thinning hair once more "ya know what, fuck you Ruiz" Chris sighs storming out of the shop
Ruiz flashes a cheeky smile "so i take that as a no on TV?"
Kicking open the door Chris lashes out "Fuck you! Fuck your stupid store, and FUCK your sewing machine!" Chris yells whipping his middle finger before storming back to the truck in defeat. The door creaks open and slams shut in a fit of rage as the starter cranks over and hauls him off to work sewing machine and all

>>43645960
What happened to you Anon? You used to be cool.

>>43646974
Don't do it. You're gonna turn into a bat pony and she'll laugh her ass off.

>>43647573
You can't fool me! It's all gonna trickle down eventually.

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>>43646693
"Yeah well having a draconequus dick ain't all its cracked up to be."

>"Hmm. You know you're absolutely right."
>Snap!
>*POMF!*
>"Perhaps you can be my draconequus wife instead? I did a little experimenting in college. Don't worry, I can be 'hip' as the youth say."
>...
"This is even worse."

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>>43647573
>Do NOT turn into a pony.
>Ponies are the absolute worst. Constantly pushing their 'friendship' on you. I don't believe it.
>Transformed humans say they have a 97% satisfaction rate. You don't seriously believe that's possible, do you?
>It's clearly a form of brainwashing. And the way they keep pushing all their human friends to transform too. It's just not right.
>Look, I'm doing research on what's really going on. At least promise me you won't until I get to the bottom of this.

>>43647214
What's wrong with being a bat pony?

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>>43648238
2 weeks later

>So I became a pony. I was completely wrong. Being a pony is way, way better. I have so many friends now and I feel like I'm part of something for the first time in my life.
>You should come turn into a pony too. I'll take you right now. Look, I'd just rather not have any humans around here anymore. You'll understand in a minute.

>>43648238
>>43648241
Peak Pony Troon Fag General

>>43648290
>Bottom right
S-she's fast!

>>43647214
There are far worse (and funnier) shenanigans she could get up to than turning me into a bat pony.
Frankly, I don't think it'd be out of line right now for her to laugh at me for being a human.

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>>43648781

>>43649953
Anon's a cruel pony.

>>43650376
The comparative cruelty of anons who end up in Equestria would either make them some of the best law enforcement officers, or some of the worst

>>43651368
Is this Anonfilly? The straight mane is a pretty look.

>>43651465
More like a mare. One who needs swimming lessons.

>>43525327
Is this story on ponepaste?

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>>43653324

>>43651958
fixed version.
oops

>>43653192
That's really cool, and thanks for the fix.

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>>43648240
You get glued to the ceiling.

>>43652839
No, i should put it together as it's own story though. I think it's a complex enough story to justify leaving it out of the mama mare compilation

>>43653324
no problem, I realized way too late I forgot to color the clothes.
oops.

>>43653702
Cool

>>43652839
https://ponepaste.org/12214
There it is

>Pon-E hit the market… around 5 years back?
>It was during some of the heights of covid so that sounds about right
>Some people from the labs probably got it sooner
>Most ponies were kept quarantined by the government.
>All the permanent ones anyway. One dose was safe if you could get it.
>You’ve heard some fucked up stories of what they do to permaponies around here.
“I’ll show those fuckers.”
>Package marked delivered on your doorstep, hidden behind the bush
>Obviously not your house, what kind of horse nerd can afford a house
>Well sometimes the really weird ones, you do know one literal former-human pony…
>She streams a lot, pretty pink and yellow sort of creature. Not sure how she hasn’t been kidnapped.
>Package is in your hands. Your moves feel automatic at this point.
>All you can think about is the pony feeling. You had gotten it at a party before.
>Twice before. Both times were the best experiences of your life.
>Anatomically correct… you and the friend taking care of you were both into it, he seemed to love your pony form.
>He’d be missing out on this time. Solo trip.
Sat down, cut open the package. 20 lavender and purple pills.
“Twilight Sparkle”

>You can faintly smell it. Even the faint scent smells like it’s been around magical creatures.
Crack open a soda. Fuck how am I going to drink this when I’m a horse?
>Text friends on the internet to let them know you’re safe and will be safe
>The hesitation is killing you. You just keep staring at your palm, one pill, that’s all you need.
>Minutes, maybe a dozen. Now it’s time.
>3, 2, 1, fuck it.
…it slides down, tasting bitter but stimulating. Like coffee without the earthiness.
…what is to become of me?
>...takes a few hours to kick in, they say. 30-90 minutes, up to two hours.
>PC clock says it’s been 15 minutes
>PC clock says it’s been 30 minutes. You said something to some friends, something about a tingling.
>PC clock says it’s been 33 minutes, you’re just messaging some friends wondering-
“OH FUCK”
>Hoof… no, hand? Was a hand, mostly a hoof now. You can’t even click the mouse properly now.
>Left hand is fine, right hoof is not. It was always white before, why is it purple now?
>Oh, Twilight Sparkle. That’d explain the tingling in your forehead.
>Was this a designer pon-e? You thought they just turned you into the pony that was inside your soul!
>or whatever
>Your brain feels super weird, like you’ve had too much caffeine or been poisoned. Your gut feels weird and you start sweating heavily.
>You hear giggling. Not Pinkie, not any of your mental illnesses. Drug induced?
>Probably.
>You’re feeling weird, time’s passing oddly. It’s like you’re watching yourself slowly turn into a pony.
>Oh fuck…
“Hrrrnnngggg…”
>You didn’t even feel when your dick disappeared.
>Fall out of your chair. Floor is carpeted and you’re lighter than usual.
>Legs still need some work but-
“OH FUCK!!”
>Wings again. You got this during the pegasus transformations but-
”OH FUUUUCK!!!!”
>Horn too… wait what the fuck, an alicorn pill? Holy shit the value of this will be incredible.
>Your snoot too… you weren’t religious but oh sweet celestia this was painful and pleasurable, like straining against a…
>Fuck, you’ve never been this turned on by the process.
>How many grams was that? 1?
>You feel something building throughout your entire body
>Your horn is materializing as if by magic, simply glowing into existence as an exertion of your will
>Do you… know magic?
>Simple spell to start, cantrip. Dancing Lights.
And so did the pony call forth dancing lights. Ones witnessed only by her, she saw that the lights conjured were the product of good magic, while the darkness she could also conjure was to be separated from the light, so that there may be contrast and balance.
>Contrast and balance… To all things in this plane.
>The lights danced. The pony shifted into place.
>She felt eerily calm. The last two transformations had been energetic
>With a lot of really kinky sex and making use of your mare bits
>Damnit why’d you have to go reminding yourself of that.

>Were you pony now? Yeah, a complete alicorn! Brain felt happy and ponyish, you could probably do some funny things with magic?
*rubrubrubrub*
>Oh gosh you sounded cute…
>It was almost like a suggestion…
‘Roll around in bed, little pony~’
>Sounded like a great idea! Start feeling out your new, temporary body
>Land with a bounce! You’re lightweight and practically made of marshmallow or bouncy ball material. Or magic!
>Your butt is glowing. Your horn is glowing. You’re essentially in heat.
>Bent over, looking at yourself… gosh you’re a lewd little horsie
‘Try it with the hoof…~’
>Another suggestion? Whatever the hoof sounded fu- OH GOSH
‘Keep rubbing, little pony~’
>Ah, drugs telling you what you want to hear. Neat you can work yourself up like this.
>Guess the third transformation is also going to be full of kinky sex in a way
>Bent over, face in the pillow. Your hair smells nice
>Clop, clop, clop, clop clop… this wasn’t as bad as they made it seem but fuck you feel like this has been going on for hours. Time was distorted…
“A-almost…”
>Come on you cute little pony, get rid of all that energy…
“...o-oh fuck…”
>Pass the point of no return. It’d be here any second
>Clamp down with your hoof, magic to hold it there as long as possible
>...
>...oh ffuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUCK
“Neigh, neigh, neigh, neigh!! Whrrrrhrrhrhrrr, pssht, fffuhhh….”
>...your hoof is way wetter than hooves should normally be for a pony not outside or taking a bath
>You feel incredibly weak and silly. Just a cozy, shy, afterglow little mare.
‘Want to feel like this forever~?’
>You nod, still in a bit of a daze.
‘Take another pill~’
>Oh former man, that’d probably make your alicorn magic and sexual powers even greater!
>Quickly trot over, moves still on autopilot
>Levitate the soda, another pill from the container
>A quick guzzle and burp. The soda is sweet!
>...but the pill is bitter.
>...
>...oh no
>...pony what did you do
“...oh fuck me.”
>Please, please tell me there is a cure to being the world’s stupidest smartest pony
‘Maybe!’
“...fuck.”


(More later)
https://ponepaste.org/12205

>>43655693
Interesting! I think the idea of Pon-E itself having the power of suggestion (or maybe it’s Twilight working to manifest herself in this world?) is a novel idea. I like it, looking forward to seeing where this goes.

>>43646328
The little white ranger rolls over the gravel as Chris slips into a parking spot. Looking over his shoulder, he groans with annoyance that he didn't have the courage to dump the sewing machine on the side of the highway. It's brass trim and glossy paint shine mockingly as the clouds roll by overhead
"Maybe nobody would notice if i throw it in the fucking chipper" he growls kicking open his door with a loud creak
Slamming the door shut, Chris slips into the lumber mill as all the machines hum away performing their tasks. As his hands touch the handle to the locker room the unmistakable heavy breathing voice calls out to him
"CHRIS! Chris! What the hell man? You're 2 hours late not even a fucking phone call, what the hell?" Hank growls with rage taking a breath between every few words "I've got Miguel handling green chain all by himself and i'm wondering who the hell im supposed to call"
Chris shoves his way in to the locker room as Hank diligently follows, "look, sorry, i had some things i needed to take care of. I should have called in but it slipped my mind" Chris explains with lacking enthusiasm
"Oh, yea, work. Clearly the last thing on your mind. When you get changed you're going to come by the office and we'll fill out that write-up." Hank grills lambasting Chris for his tardiness
Chris fists the locker. With the sewing machine and the butt tattoo at the forefront of every thought the last thing Chris wants to hear is a lecture about being late. As the fat fuck continues drilling, Chris snaps with a growl ready to give Hank a piece of his mind "Ya know what, FUCK IT, lets get a beer after work" Chris pauses locking eyes with Hank as the two of them struggle to understand what Chris's furious mouth belted out. Chris stammers trying to correct himself "what im trying to say is, it's my treat" Chris clenches his teeth biting his tongue as he shoves his head in the locker groaning in anguish.
Bewildered, Hank stumbles on his own words. "Well, uh, sure. At the wings place?" Hank asks as a smile of pleasant surprise works across his face
Chris's grip on the lockers exhausts his strength as he takes a breath with shaky confidence that the next words will actually be his, "yes, that place" Chris's quivering voice utters muffled inside the locker
"Well, i thought I'd never see the day," Hank shakes the pleasant thoughts from his mind "well, that's nice of you and all but im still going to have to write you up" Hank sternly waves his finger before working his way back to the door "when we go out, maybe we can talk about what's bothering you."
"Yes, that sounds lovely" Chris weakly utters as the lockerroom door closes behind him.
"I offered him a beer? What was i thinking?" Sweat leaks from every pore, it wasn't his idea. Trembling in fear, he pulls down his waistband to see the blue hue of the gems taking hold on his skin. With a soft teary groan he can only muster one word "fuck"

>>43526806
>>She grabbed her hat, and tried to put it on, without realising it was full of bits
Hah!

>>43655615
You might want to put a note at the top linking to the story that this one continues from.

>>43659139
I considered doing that but i had a handful of continuity errors that needed to be addressed and i figured it was best to leave it be for the time being

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>>43659719 >>43659976 >>43660418 >>43661209

Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give me something sweet to bite!
No request tied to this one, but Flutterbat feels appropriate for the season.
>>43534969
Glad you like it! I can absolutely relate to having a character who shows up on screen and you see a lot of yourself in them. Replace the screen with a mirror, and now you’re really talkin’
>>43535105
>when are we getting Merry May
Cute choice! I could be cheeky and say that May sounds appropriate, but no, I’m not going to make you wait that long.

>>43659475
Love a good seasonal art.

>>43659475
Double transformation!

>>43659976
Haha, the fun has been doubled.

>>43659475
outstanding as always duder, i def need to get something from you one day.

>>43658544
Chris parks the ranger grumbling to himself in front of the wings place. Looking up to the bright sign up on the building and the signs in the windows for the promotions that night. "Aw, fuck me. I should have just bailed, getting chewed out for being a lying douche is better than this, i just want to go home." He grumbles to himself watching Hank shuffle his way to the door "it's just a beer and I'll go home, no big deal" Chris sighs as his hand hesitantly reaches for the handle.
The door pops open with a squeak as he makes his way inside to join Hank
"Hey Chris, they got seats for us at the bar if you're up for that." Hank cheerfully explains looking over the promotions
Chris shrugs his shoulders indifferent to the situation as he's already committed to hanging out with his team lead. "A seat at the bar would certainly capture the ambiance of a-" Chris bites his tongue growling wondering what the words falling out of his mouth even mean.
Hank leads Chris over with a friendly hand on his back. "That's the spirit Chris, no need to be all sour, we're out to have a good time. God knows the last time you went out with the crew, you'd probably lighten up some if you went out more" Hank laughs grunting as he sets himself up at the bar
Chris softens his unamused scowl and allows himself to relax. He glances up at the TV and gets a wave of soothing calm as his team is on the court. "Yea, i guess you're right, i have been a bit worked up lately." Chris sighs with relief forgetting the machine exists for a blissful moment
"Can i get you fellas started with something to drink maybe some appetizers or are you interested in any of tonight's promotions?" the waitress asks scribbling into her notebook
Before Chris can get a word in Hank as already nose deep in the menu. "The other night you guys had this locally brewed peach cider, do you still have that?"
"We sure do" she cheers in response
"I'll have a glass of that then" Hank politely orders giving Chris an expectant side eye
Chris groans, "I'll take a glass of whatever blonde you have on tap." The tension works its way through his body as it's scribbled onto the waitress's note book
"Ok, do you want to start a tab" she asks leaning towards Hank
Chris's insides burn with resistance, he pauses hoping Hank will put his card down but his hand worms it's way into his pocket clenching his wallet "Oh, no, the beers are on me" Chris utters through clenched teeth putting his card up on the bar. His heart clenches jabbed with pins and needles as the waitress picks up the card
"Sure thing hon, I'll be right back with those drinks" she smiles disappearing to the terminal

>>43659475
very appropriate for spooky season, almost as appropriate as silver spoon turning that one sweetiebelle anon into a plushie forever, but i suppose any bratty filly wouldn't mind waiting till hearth's warming for that gift (im not actually that pushy, this is a joke, but being in character is sooo tempting)

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>>43661129
THAT MONEY COULD'VE BEEN USED TO BUY MORE CURTAIN FABRIC WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

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Your buddy Jim tells you that every night an evil witch sneaks into his room, says some magic words and turns him into a pony. She then puts a collar and leash on him and plays dress up, treating him like a pet all night long.
You convince Jim to switch rooms with you for one night so you can see for yourself. You secretly stay awake and sure enough... the witch comes into the room. She pokes you once or twice to see if you're awake. When you don't respond she says:
>Ade due Damballa. Turn Jim into My Little Pony!
And poof! You're and adorable pony with marshmallow soft hooves. She puts a leash on your and pulls you up into a tight hug.
>Daw! Aren't you just the cutest little thing? Come on, let's take you for a little walkie? Okay?
You realize that unlike Jim, you still have your wits about you.. perhaps because she didn't say your name. But she still starts leading you off by the leash anyway.
On the one hand, you now know the magic words. But on the other hand... maybe there's a way to convince her to let you be her pet 24/7

>>43661129
Rolling with anguish, Chris wonders why he even handed over the card. Pinching the bridge of his nose and resting his face in his palms he groans wondering how he's going to get rid of the sewing machine before it takes over his life. The looming aching desire to sew, the random opinions about fashion, and now he's trying to be friendly? It's all too much for Chris to bear.
"Oh man, those mozzarella sticks are speaking to me, i think I'll just get a burger though, can't go wrong with a burger. What about you Chris, are you hungry?" Hank jovially asks noticing Chris's face in his palms in despair
"Here are those drinks, can i get anything else for you, maybe an appetizer, or if you're ready we can order it all here." She explains setting down the beers and diligently getting her notepad and pen ready
Chris barely acknowledges only lifting his head to take a sip of his beer as hank puts in his order. The topic doesn't even come to mind as Chris's appetite is non existent.
"Rough week so far Chris? Normally you're a little more chipper, it makes you tolerable" hank prods taking a sip of cider as the waitress puts in the order
Emerging from his despair gazing up to the TV to relish in the simple delight of sports, Chris nods. "Yea, I haven't felt like myself lately" he sighs knowing he's putting it lightly
Hank nods with a sense of understanding "yea, i get it, seeing Jake get promoted before you was pretty rough."
A wave of offense washes over Chris as he raises his head "what? Come on, jake getting promoted had nothing to do with it" Chris waves away pausing trying to figure out how to explain the sewing machine curse without sounding like a raving schizophrenic
"Don't lie about it Chris, I've known you long enough, you've been gunning for the equipment operator position but you haven't put up like we needed to. Jake shows up every day, he got the equipment operator's certificate, hell, he's forklift certified too. You aint done none of that" Hank explains taking another sip of the cider
"Come on now, i could have done all that too, you know me, i could have my operator's certificate and all that shit" Chris explains growling through his annoyance
"But you didn't, that's the problem Chris, I've seen you show initiative before, where's that energy when you were still a new hire?" Hank and Chris stare in the silence of mutual understanding "look, i know you're a good guy but lately you've got me pulling my hair out."
Chris slumps in his stool, he wants to tell Hank he's wrong and that he's been a stellar employee the whole time but a twinge of integrity tickles his insides as he instead resigns to sit in silence
"Here you go, two quarter pound bacon cheeseburgers" the waitress cheerfully smiles dropping the hot plates right there at the bar.
Chris shrieks in terror, "woah woah, i didn't order anything" Chris stammers looking at the plate in front of him
Hank chuckles already stuffing his fat face with fries "relax Chris, my treat"

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>>43667267
>I can't pick my pringles

>>43667481
If only she had a horn to stick down the tube.

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>>43670320 >>43670960

Even though recruiting Rainbow Dash was their ultimate goal, it turns out the Shadowbolts aren’t too picky about how they grow their forces.
>>43659719
Nightmare Night is a just such a fun season! There are a lot of characters you can include in the theme even if they aren’t rigidly “Nightmare Night” characters. Shadowbolts? I give them a pass.
>>43659976
>>43660324
Huzzah!
>>43660418
Thank you for your kind words! You know where to find me.
>>43661209
Oh, I haven’t forgotten about (You), sweebieplushanon! Your time will come – by which I mean, your art will be complete, and I’m insinuating nothing beyond that. Nothing at all.

>>43669391
Sweet Shadowbolt TF.

>>43664611
Chris glances down at the burger with gratitude. With the strange things happening to him he hasn't has an appetite. The knot in his stomach relaxes as the hunger settles in
"But why?"
Hank shrugs "they're buy one get one half off. It's tonight's promotion. Besides, you're feeling generous tonight and i felt like returning the favor" he explains dumping ranch all over his burger
Chris's ears perk with an involuntary flick of pride. He never really paid much mind to how others felt but as hank brings the cider to his lips for another happy sip, Chris feels joy. "Thanks man, i appreciate it."
Chris's lip curls into a smile before taking a salty bite of one of the fries as hank loudly devours his meal. Normally Chris would pay no mind but as his new sensibilities flare up with a burn on his side
With a mouth full of food Hank continues "no problem, Chris, im actually hoping that this is a part of you turning over a new leaf" hank explains before swallowing and bringing Chris's disgust to a temporary end
"Well, what do you mean by that?" Chris asks laying a napkin daintily across his lap
Hank sighs trying to collect his complicated thoughts and process them into something palpable for Chris. "I think you have alot of potential, seeing you sit on green chain just feels like a waste. I've been hoping you'd dig your head out of your ass and take some initiative. Im hoping this is what you wanted to go out for drinks was for. If it was the get out of the write-up, i know you sure as shit wouldn't have shown up." Hank chuckles before pausing and glancing at Chris's plate and untouched burger. "Something wrong with the food?"
Chris can only muster a confused side eye "im waiting for the waitress to return so i can get some silverware"
"For a burger?" Hank pauses trying to understand what he would need a knife and fork for
Chris trembles with a soft gasp realizing the machine is still getting to him. With a soft chuckle Chris picks up the greasy burger lifting it to his mouth. "Right, what was i thinking".
With a mouthful of burger Chris calms his nerves once more as he contemplates his job. He's never wanted anything more than green chain, it's low stress and anymore he simply counts the minutes till it's time to clockout but what if he took it more seriously

>>43669391
Gemmy gem...
Washouts when?

>>43627028
Interesting, are you sure you're gonna be this chipper when you're bedbound...looking down at your corpulent mare body?

Feeling the weight of your offspring stretching you to the limit?
Your middle and plot widening out each and everyday, while your teats swell and tingle?

>>43671270
From a logical standpoint the answer should be “not really,” but preggers mare hormones are a hell of a drug

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>>43673483 >>43673852

This was my third attempt at drawing a Timberwolf TF; they took a few tries to figure out. Happy Nightmare Night!
>>43670320
Thank you very much!
>>43670960
Thanks! I’d be down for drawing the Washouts – I particularly like Rolling Thunder, the lanky purple Aussie. I don’t think she’s ever been drawn in a TF before, and she could use a stand-in after catching her hind leg in the Crushinator Jaws of Smashalot (patent pending).

>>43673394
Nightmare night, what a fright, hope that timberwolf dont bite!

>>43673394
Good wood