Pon-E
You'd never thought you would be here...
They call it the playpen, unofficially anyhow. Officially, it's called the local bowling alley, but a few key words to the cashier at the shoe rental booth and you were lead to a back room where you could hear the sounds of happy laughter. Those were the sounds of your own personal hell, or a reminder that every minute of your current life is hell...
They never coined an official scientific name for it; though fancy scientists, licensed in speaking about such things, referred to it as Equestriamphetimine. Some called it Spaghetti Sauce, Ragu, Muffins, Cupcakes, but its most popular name was Pon-E. Originally, it was a byproduct discovered from a bad batch of a new formula for spaghetti sauce, but now it was the most ridiculously sought out drug there was. The most dedicated bronies, having replicated the ingredients, spreading the recipe all over before the Government shut down any website they could find related to the substance.
The legality of Pon-E was very dubious since it was clear that its usage was similar to how a drug addict would use a narcotic. However, the problem was that it took a very specific person to want to use this drug: a brony.
Surely by now it was obvious that Pon-E had the effect of making its users turn into a small colorful pony. Nobody knows why, but it does. Its effects take less than five minutes to take hold, a single dose last a full 12 hours, and very little study had been done in the month of its suddenly high use and gain in popularity leading to its dubious legality.
Some tried saying that the drug that was addictive since the way a pony body felt just completely overwhelmed by the senses. A scratch behind the ears and a belly rub were all one-way tickets to a personal heaven. There was even a specific event related to the drug was called “petting parties”, where users and non-users alike gathered to partake in various activities of a sexual and non-sexual nature.
"Pet or Petter?" the woman at the door asked you.
"P-pet," you managed to stammer out before being handed the little red and black speckled pill.
You sat in the small private bathroom, the pill resting on the counter. Your stomach churned as you paced quietly. Normally they never allowed users to walk off with the pill in hand, but the woman at the door knew you from high school and vouched for your trustworthiness. This girl had gotten pregnant during sophomore year, but now she got her living by running a bowling alley and dealing to bronies since it cost 50 a pop, 75 if you attend a petting party.
You were tricked, you swear it. A marathon of My Little Pony at a bro's house with all two seasons and what of the third he had DVR'd all in one night. After the gala episode, he offered what he called 'Caffeine pills.' The night went by as Ivy Leaf and May Flower spent the night cuddling and running around your friend’s home like sugar-loaded five year olds.
May Flower…
Even though it was the most fun you'd ever remembered having since you were in elementary school, you broke rule number one: never name yourself.
Never Name yourself.
Never use alone.
Never take more than one per 24-hour period.
Ivy Leaf gave it to you, so you broke the rule together.
You shakily walk out of the bathroom, and are soon met by a short brunette girl who looked up at you a bit. "Hey, I'm gonna be your petting partner," she said smiling. "That alright with you?"
You just nervously nodded.
"Don't worry; I just wanna have a little playtime with a cute pony. I think of it as a bit of a reward for going all my childhood without a Wind Whistler."
"Um, her name is gonna be May Flower," you mumble.
Her eyes widen in a mix of shock with a hint of excitement, "you broke the rules already!"
You nod a bit. "Can we, um, get started?"
"Of course!" She smiles, handing you a bottle of Fanta. "My name's Katherine by the way." She smiled again as you gave a acknowledging nod, mumbling your own name as you put the pill in your mouth and washing it down with the orange soda.
You swear it was the best 12-hour ride you'd had so far. She was showing you so much affection and so many sensations to take in from the complete and total love of a complete stranger.
That's rule number 4 broken: only take with a person you trust.
Here you are, a little red pony with grey hair and a flower cutie mark, basking in the best belly rub of your life. Actually, it’s the first, and it's being given to you by someone you whose name you didn't even know until ten minutes ago.
"You're such a cute little pony, such a cute little pony, aren't ya~?" she teased as she kissed your belly.
Oh yeaaah, that's the spot…
Every nerve in your body is singing with happy joy, and you're just letting your brain go all gooey and light as she strokes the fur on your stomach and side. You're sure if there were any bystanders, any sane person would assume it's some sort of puppy day care. However, it's sooo much worse. You never get to be the object of affection at a puppy day care.
That's the scary part: how much you love the attention. You've 'rode' 4 times before this, and you can easily say this tops each one before it. Yeah, a good ol' cuddly nap with Ivy Leaf was nice, but come on. This, this is what it's all about: getting loved upon by a cute girl who's just totally into you. You didn't even have to buy her a drink or anything. All you had to do was jump a special gap as well as a gender one. And the way she’s rubbing a spot that goes straight to your leg? No words can describe that sensation. It’s. Just. Perfect.
She pulls you into a corner, finds a nice blanket, and wraps you up in it with her as she whispers nice, comforting things about how pretty you are and how you make her feel so happy. As she rubs behind your ears, you find yourself slowly nodding off, listening to her mumble about how she wishes that she could keep you so you could be a “little flower for her home”.
Dreams of happiness that you don't quite recall clearly fill your head while you sleep. You almost don't want to hate this addiction.
You're still May Flower when you wake up, Katherine still gently petting your head. "Hey there, sweetie~" she says in a tone that just makes you wanna jump up and melt into her arms.
The drug is what's making you so affectionate although the alternative scares you considering how shit you were with girls before the drug.
You manage to let out a happy giggle, "I had good dreams, Katherine!" If your voice were a snack, you'd completely rot your own teeth out with how god awfully sweet you sound.
"I'm glad since we still got five hours until your ride's over," she says, giving you a soft scritch behind the ears. That makes you shudder in delight.
The gooey happy smile last a few seconds before you register that your 'ride' is gonna be over soon. "I don't want it to stop," you pout unhappily.
That was May Flower. It couldn't have been you saying that voluntarily. You swear you're happy as a human.
Even if you're unemployed.
And single.
And a virgin.
Oh no. Ohh nononono. Your whole body trembles as the fear sets in.
"Something wrong?" Katherine asks, looking at you with worry.
You shake and feel a sob burst out of your mouth, "no!" You feel the tears suddenly fall as the fact that your emotional control is dead as a pony becomes increasingly evident.
"What's wrong? You can tell me, Flower," Katherine says, pulling you to her and holding your chin gently to look at your sobbing face.
"I-I-I just realized how dull and awful my normal life is," you sob as you suddenly notice how you two are the only ones in the room. "Wh-" your expression shifts slightly in confusion.
"The pets are in a safety room, and all the petter's left," she tells you in a calming tone. "It's just us, sweetie," she says, moving to hug you.
"I'm scared," you say, leaning against her trying and hoping that this panicky feeling and all the doubt will leave soon.
"You're just having a dysphoric episode, May," she explains, "its not uncommon." She goes on stroking your mane, "you're going to be okay."
You try to nod, her words giving some comfort while you try your best to cling to her.
You spend the next couple of hours fighting off all sorts of nasty feelings of self-doubt and panic as Katherine sticks around with you the whole time. You don't quite understand the warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach as she keeps stroking the back of your head and down your back while whispering reassuring words, meanwhile, never doing anything to hurt the imbalance of your identity as she just simply sticks with words of encouragement and comfort.
After another nap, made spontaneous from all the crying, you wake up all twitchy as if your body is still asleep. Getting up, you stumble around trying to find the little squatting toilet they had in the corner. The rush hits you as the wiggling sensation from your fingers start to come back, your height beginning to return to normal.
…
You're also making a horrendous piss puddle on the floor.
"I see you're awake," you hear Katherine giggle from behind you. This causes you to jump nearly to the ceiling as you scramble to find your pants.
Another half hour passes as you both sit at a nearby table.
"Um, thanks…" you say nervously. The way your voice contrasts from the gentle tone of your pony voice is something you will never quite get over. "I don't think I'd have been so good had I been with someone else," you confess.
"It's okay," she says, stirring her cup of coffee, “I've been playing around in this scene for a couple months, so I've seen a few break downs happen, trust me. I've also seen too many of the partners take advantage and make the pets go all the way into OD territory."
You suddenly feel extremely lucky.
"It's greedy as hell that someone would do that," you say a bit, rubbing your hair while missing the weird way the texture of your mane felt. "I, um, I don't know what to say..." you confess as you look at the table, "I guess...you want to go get some dinner?"
"You mean breakfast?" she laughs a little. "We spent the whole night here. I'm surprised they let us stay this long actually."
"I know a back door," you chuckle.
"To be honest though, I'm expecting a repairman for my cable today. I'll get fucked sideways if I can't meet them before they show up at one."
Well, you tried.
"Alright," you mumble with defeat.
"However," she says with a tone that makes you wonder, "I'd be willing to keep in touch and maybe let us be permanent partners...if you catch my drift." She winks as she holds out a small business card.
You hesitantly take the card, as you can just smell the tomato sauce ooze from your skin, “o-okay..."
The bright morning sun greets you as you both walk out of the bowling alley.
It’s 11:30am, which is roughly 13 hours after you had arrived here.
"I'll see you around." Katherine smiles to you as she walks off to her car.
You nod and wave as you look at her card, a small note of "I just met you, this is crazy, but I'm also a dealer, so call me maybe?"
Sometimes you really wish you could hate this addiction.
End.
“Come in, come in, “ A man in a suit smiles to his guest walking into the room. The room is large, comparable to a physicians waiting room. It is painted blue, abd is mostly unfurnished save for a pair of folding chairs sitting to face each other with a coffee table between the two chairs. Nearby a blanket laid out on the ground, a pillow, and various other playtime accessories.
“Would you like a seat?” he motions to the chair. The other man awkwardly shuffles in at the motion “was worried no one would answer the ad. Your email said your name was...Adrien, yes?” The man in the suit smiles when he receives a nervous nod in response
The man in the suit smiles as Adrien takes the seat across from him, the room is so quiet sliding the clip board across the coffee table almost echoes with in it’s lightly furnished walls.
The Man in the suit turns the clipboard around, pointing it non-threateningly to the other .Adrien takes the clipboard up, eyes running along the legalese as the man in the suit speaks “Waivers. Despite what we’re doing not being the most...legal, we do still have to take some precautions. Nothing to worry about, I assure you” It didn’t make Adrien not worry though.
Minutes of silence pass awkwardly as Adrien fills the paperwork out. Eventually they are signed and passed over to the man in the suit, who proceeds to flip through each page making sure everything is in order.
Adrien voice cracks slightly as he asks “so uh, what is your name?”
The man hmms when he looks away from the clipboard with a smile, “Call me John.” he smiles and places the clipboard on the table “so have you ever tried this before?”
Adrien shakes his head no.
“Ah. a brave one, I see” He noticed Adrien tense at the statement
“Uh...is this safe?” Adrien couldn’t have been older than 21...youngest he could possibly be was 19.
“Oh perfectly. When you follow the rules anyway” John leans forward, reaching under the coffee table between them and pulls out a small almost briefcase.
As John opens the case Adrien closes his eyes, obviously looking into his memories from the so far limited experience with Pon-E “Don’t name yourself..don’t do it alone, uh..” he drags off as his memory fails him
John picks up where Adrien stops “no more than one in a 24 hours period.” He pulls out a small cylinder with a single blue pill inside. “Don’t mix with other recreational drugs, avoid sexual activity if possible”
Adrien blinked with a look that implies he’d realised something terrible “don’t do it with people you don’t know or don’t trust” he fidgets in his seat a bit before commenting with a hint of worry in his voice “I’m breaking that rule right now, but-”
“But you need the money..and we need someone willing to test this out”
Adrien nods.
“So what we are doing today. Is testing a new formula.” he says placing a bottle of water next to the capsule holding the pill. “You see, the chemicals used to create Pon-e originally while potent, had the misfortune of tasting like...Spaghetti”
Adrien nodded along
“And there’s nothing wrong with the initial flavor but, some of...my dealers.” he would roll his eyes at the word. “Have noted that people who use the drug would like to have an alternative, so some of my associates who work on making it have been trying to find just the right combination of additives and things that could be removed to find a more suitable taste”
At that he opened the small cylinder and tipped it over, the pill dropping rather unceremoniously on a small piece of cloth.
“So it should be painless, to everyone’s knowledge anyway. Traditionally, most of the transformation occurs in a ‘blackout state’ and most witness accounts don’t mention any visible displeasure to the person changing.” John calmly stated as soon a cup just a little larger than a shot glass was placed beside the cloth with the pill on it, pouring the water into it.
Adrien looked at the water, then the pill. A gulp of trepidation pushed spit down his throat. He’d heard stories, and had been terrified of them, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about this kind of opportunity, and had wondered how it would go.
Admittedly he’d never thought it would be this formal.
“Oh!” John smacked the palm of his hand to his forehead “before we begin properly, you’re going to need to remove your clothing.”
Adriens eyes goggled at the statement
“The process of change between human and pony isn’t exactly nice to clothing, unfortunately. And we don’t have any spare clothing for you when the process is done.”
With a hesitant motion Adrien stands up beginning to pull his shirt off; shoes, shirt, socks, eventually laying his clothing down on his seat somewhere in the back of his mind a more logical, rational part of him asks the question ‘what am I doing?’ To which the other voice in his head less held to logic and rationale answered, reminding himself ‘getting a paycheck’
With the click of his pen John smiled “And we’re ready to begin, you may take the pill when ready”
He nodded and took the pill in his hand, placed it in his mouth, taking a moment to let it moisten on his tongue.
“That does taste like candy,Like smarties actually” he commented
John scribbled in a notepad he’d picked up “that’s a good sign. Now drink, we have to make sure the transformation progress is unchanged by the alteration to the formula”
Adrien grabbed the water next and drank from the container, the water dissipating the taste before he swallowed, feeling the sensation of the water and the pill rushing down his throat
From all the stories he had heard Adrien sat down, expecting his body to rapidly lose conciousness as the chemicals in the drug triggered triggered the brains response to avoid registering physical pain as much as possible.
He was getting the impression that his friends might have lied until
“Feeling anything? Light headed? Shortness of breath, Loss of balance?” John calmly asked observing the other in the chair
“No..no nothing ye-” he suddenly leaned back in his chair surprised.
John noticed “What is that?”
“Just..my whole lower body went numb” he shuddered and leaned forward as he looked down. His hands rubbed his legs all over the inner and outer thighs. the all over numbness that struck his legs felt jarring with how entirely sudden it had struck him. He flexed his toes as best he could with how heavy every fiber of muscle in his legs felt,finding the mobility slowly becoming less and less as the bones appeared to push and rearange in the skin of his feet “shit, I thought you said I was gonna black out when this happened” he looked to the older man
Johns voice, despite the situation, was still calm “side effect of the reformulation, noting that, black out state does not occur in new formula” he mumbled as he rapidly wrote into his clipboard “any pain at all?”
Adrien, watched as the skin of his leg stretched and shifted, stubble of light green fur rapidly asserting dominance over his skin, he shook his head.
“Subject does not experience pain. Total numbness of body”
“It’s...the most I have is a tingling sensatioon.” He closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself to lay back in the chair, clenching his hands around the seat of the folding chair, feeling the need to assure himself of their function, knowing that in steadily approaching succession they would undergo the same treatment his feet were undergoing right now.
Popping and cracking occured as the joints in adriens ankles and legs pulled apart, there was still no pain but the tingling numbness acheived a height previously not known to exist as the way his legs shifted and pulled and grew, taking on a unguligrade shift in the way they bent and moved.
“I’m going to need to ask you to present yourself...we still have to account the statistical odds of gender shifting with in those who take the drug” The voice was calm, making the entire scenario feel bizarrely dreamlike despite the very real and known reality to Adrien, he was now turning into a pony.
“Present!” his voice was an octave higher and only appeared to be shifting more into a voice entirely unfamiliar to the voice they had had their entire life. With shaking legs he moved to shift his legs about as best he can, shyness making Adriens cheeks flush as he showed himself off to another man he’d met only moments ago.
The green hair...fur was rapidly advancing up his thighs, signalling further numbness up to his body as the adrenaline forced his anatomy to react, his penis standing. Inversely Adrien had an awareness that just above his tail bone his skin was being pushed and stetched as entirely new bones were growing and pushing from his read end. He knew his tail was coming.
“Size of subjects penis is...reducing.” Adrien could barely focus as their attention was focused entirely on the sensations..and lack there of with in his pelvis. Were he not trying to keep himself firmly held in the chair he would have likely been grabbing to hold on to his “self” despite not bragging about it nor feeling especially like it was the be all end all of his identity he still rather liked it. The tingling numbness asserted itself further, adding a strange buzzing feeling as he felt the physical reaction to the previous adrenaline spike seem to rapidly abate. His cock now entirely limp, shrinking and receding away. Adrien let out a croaking groaning sound that sounded all too female to hisears as his anatomy shifted and pulled, his sack squeezing and folding in, balls no longer outwardly present.
A new damp emptiness between Adriens legs made him realise that he’d fallen on the positive side of ‘statistical odds of gender shifting’ as John had so firmly put. She’d or he would attempt to reconcile it, but they were far more focused on staying in the chair.
In all the loss of physical male identity Adrien had lost track of things, just beneath him was a shining green tail that draped down from the chair, the muscles shifting back and forth as he felt the entirely new sensation of the weight of hair pulling down from that new appendage
Adrien's breath was sharp, quick, he felt like she was drowning, but unable to pass out as their torso squeezed and pushed in, their perspective shifting as the loud crunching and pushing sensations and numbness squeezed their torso into a barrel like tube much more befitting the resemblance to a cartoon horse she was rapidly becoming.
“One Minute, subjects lower extremities, torso and sexual characteristics have transformed, no complications beyond the maintained conciousness” Johns voice carried on any real attention to the presented tone of the voice was lost in that buzzing tingle that had now pressed it’s way up into Adriens head.
She dazedly watched as the palm of her hand slowly changed shape, fingers bending and pushing until they fuzed together, fingernails growing until they became hooves. His shoulders had shifted, readjusted a realisation that somewhere now they had harmlessly slid to the floor as they wiggled their new hooves in the air, the structure changing fluidly and rapidly now. New forelegs.
Somewhere she could hear John saying something but her whole head tingled and buzzed like they’d been listening to music on full blast for far too long, a sensation of increased motion as their ears swivelled and twitched up and down atop her head.
She was dizzy. Face elongating, jaw shifting teeth repositioning. A longer mane that went to their shoulders and tickled their collar bone just barely.
And in just that moment Adrien seemed to snap back into reality.
She was adorable.
Everything seemed to blur a bit as she pushed up onto all fours looking up at john.
John, continued his notes, mumbling “metamorphosis, complete. Time, two minutes 15 seconds one known complication” The man smiled getting up and taking the blanket that had been folded, and draped it over her, petting her mane “Thirsty?”
She nodded breathing and looking around with a degree of worry and anxiety. The full gravity of the current situation dawning on her. He noticed and hugged her, not tightly, but enough to create a sense of security, before moving away for a second, presenting her with the bottle of water. He gently helped her drink from the bottle, disposing of it when she finished the contents entirely “You were very good” his smile was kind, and his voice assuring as he continued to hug her, seeming to be keenly aware of the sense of anxiety they were experiencing. He pet her mane gently and continued to assure her until she smiled.
The Twelve hours were quiet, but went by faster than expected. Playtime, running around the large room, an ordered veggie pizza (John helped her eat it as best they could.) eventually Adrien falling asleep wrapped in the blanket with John sleeping in his chair nearby.
They next day, Adrien now a human male again straightened his shirt and adjusted his jacket.
“I feel I can consider the test very successful, though I am very likely to see if my friends in development can pinpoint the exact reason the blackout state never initiated.” John smiled offering his hand out for a shake.
Adrien hesitantly reciprocated the handshake.
“And, here’s your pay” John held up a small briefcase “as advertised, all there, all legal.” he smiled. And we’ll be sure to forward you a degree of royalties when we start circulating the new formula”
“And..I’ll never see you again?” Adrien asked curiously, taking the briefcase, his tone hinting a sense of disappointment.
“Well…”John smiled and extended his hand again, a flick of his finger presenting a business card “If you are interested in pursuing a business relationship of a sort, You can reach me through these means.
Adrien looked down at the card, feeling himself break out at what must only be a wild Coincidence. The business had no phone number he could read, but a name ‘John. Q. Disc”
When Adrien looked up, the room was empty. No table. No chairs. No blankets or playtime toys. And no John.
Adrien, looked inside the briefcase. The money was there.
He left, very quickly. Keeping the business card in his pocket as he exited the building to head home.
Author's Note
The Following chapter is dedicated to the original commissioner of this story; Kavidun of positivity hypnosis. I didn't know them beyond a professional standpoint, but they are missed by all.
The story is added as a "second chapter" to the original story
