Stay near the Campfire

by Scrub

Rating: mature
Tags: Crossover, Dark, Human, Adventure
Length: 13937

Camping trips are fun, right? They can also be very dangerous, especially when you don't know what's lurking in the darkness, waiting for you to take one wrong step...

After inducting a new member to their group, four friends who adore the show My Little Pony embark on a camping trip into a nearly unexplored forest. What they discover will stick with them for the rest of their lives, if they make it out alive.

[size=16]Disclaimer: This piece of fanfiction contains Tentacles, Rape and Horror. It also contains human to pony Transformation. If you are not interested in any of the above, I recommend you do not read it.
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Thanks to TwistedSpectrum for being his usual awesome self and making this legible. I highly recommend you look at his stuff for more Human-to-Pony TF stories.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-27 21:40:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Brian presses on the brakes, slowing the car to a halt at the end of the dirt road. He turns to us with an exaggerated expression. “Ready for two whole nights of fun in the woods!!”

I nod excitedly and turn to our other two passengers. “YEAH! I get to be out here with my bestest buddies in the whole wide world having boatloads of fun!”

Tyler sighs and rubs his face with his hands. “Why did I agree to this?”

Jack chuckles and pats him on the shoulder. “Come on, camping isn’t that bad, especially with these two.” He motions to Brian and I.

I turn to Brian with a grin. This is the first time all four of us have gone camping, since we had only recently met Tyler and befriended him after a convention. Me and Brian had met about a year ago at a local brony meet up and our personalities matched up quite well. We all clamber out of the car, taking a minute to stretch out our weary limbs. I look at our surroundings, most of the trees fresh with life as spring has just rolled around. None of us have gone to this particular forest yet, but it looks like a good enough spot.

I turn to Jack as we walk to the trunk of the car for our gear. Camping is a tradition we started once we met him at a little table he ran at a convention. He ran a blog, did fan art, even offered to make Brian and I original characters that would be featured in his blog! I chuckle to myself at remember his offer, Brian and I didn’t even have to think about it, both of us just screamed “Yes! Yes!” like little school girls.

Brian tosses me one of the backpacks and I sling it over my shoulders. I turn to the others as they situate themselves with the camping gear. “Everyone good to go?” They nod in response. “Then let’s get a move on, people!” I turn around and walk down the first cleared trail I see. I breath in heavily through my nose, filling me with the pleasant scent of nature. Ah, it’s such a beautiful evening today. Hardly a cloud in the sky, allowing the brighter stars to shine dimly before the sun has set. The moon dimly shows it’s face as we trek through the thick woods and towards our destination.

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Brian pushes a branch out of the way and steps around it. “And on the second hour of their expedition they came across a giant branch, unfortunately they could not cut it down, for as we know, money can’t buy knives. Walking around the branch they continued through the forest to their campsite.”

I grab a hold of the branch and let Tyler step around it. He mumbles to me while passing by. “Is there no way to shut him up?”

I chuckle, “I’d cut him, but I don’t have a knife.” I follow behind them as the dying sun casts its last rays of light onto us. We reach a small clearing so we all stop and set our things down to look for flashlights. “Want to just stop here?”

Jack twists his head to the left and right. “It’s as good a place as any.” And with that we sling off our backpacks. Tyler and I set up the tents and sleeping bags. Brian moves away the bramble and brush, making room for the campfire. Jack goes into the woods, coming back with two armfuls of branches and twigs to burn. He sets them on the ground and sets up the fire and soon enough we’re all sitting cozily near it. Jack stands up with a yawn, “I’m gonna go piss, guys.”

I stretch backwards and grab for a water bottle, taking a small sip from it. I lean over to Brian on my left. “Finally he’s gone, now we can actually have some fun!”

Jack blinks and looks down at me mid-stretch. “I haven’t left yet, ya know.”

I look up to him. “Hmm? Oh, weren’t you going somewhere?” I stick my tongue out at him.

He rolls his eye and treads away from the site with a flashlight in hand, calling back to us. “Have someone stay near the campfire! Those small twigs burn quick!”

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Brian sets a few more logs onto the full sized campfire, which it greedily laps up. He glances at his watch, then says to no one in particular. “Jack’s been gone for like thirty minutes.”

I nod, looking in the general direction of where he went. “Wanna go look for him?”

Brian shrugs. “Sure. Tyler, you gonna come to?”

Tyler shakes his head. “Nah, I think I’ll hold down the fort while you guys look for him, just incase he comes back.”

“Suit yourself.” I reply, picking up one of the flashlights we brought. I step onto the small path leading into the woods, flicking on the flashlight as I do to make sure the path is clear. With Brian in tow we venture into the tree filled darkness.

I wave the flashlight to the left, calling out, “Jack! Where are you!” I sigh and turn to Brian. “Where in the hell did he go? We’ve been wandering around for like ten minutes, there’s no way he would have gone farther than here just to take a piss.”

Brian looks to his right and shouts, “Come on Jack! We know you’re out there somewhere!” He looks to me and rolls his eyes. “He’s probably just playing some kind of joke on us.” He chuckles and looks back. “Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already back at camp, yucking it up with Tyler about how he tricked us into wandering around the woods for awhile.”

I also chuckle, “Hehe, yeah, you’re probably right.”

Brian pats me on the shoulder and turns around. “Come on, we’ll be the ones laughing when we don’t give him any of our beer.”

I stop and raise my eyebrow. “You brought beer?”

“Of fucking course I brought beer! We’re camping dude, they go hand in hand! You can’t have one without the other!” He exclaims as if I’m stupid.

I follow behind him as he walks, musing quietly to myself. “I thought that was marshmallows…”

As we walk, the light from my flashlight reflects off of something shiny a few feet away. “Hold up, Brian, there’s something over here…” He silently follows behind me as I push through the brush, looking for whatever it is the light bounced off of. I bend down curiously. “A flashlight?..” I turn the light to the left where I spot ripped up pants. “Brian… I don’t think Jack is playing a joke on us.” I pick up the torn trousers, it looks like claws went through them, but there was no blood anywhere to be found. I hand them off to Brian who is standing silently perplexed next to me.

Brian looks over the pants before setting them back on the ground. “We should go back to Tyler so he can help us search.” I nod in agreement and we both turn around, walking back to camp.

Brian groans. “Are we seriously fucking lost right now?”

I shake my head. “No dude, I know for a fact camp is right down this path, you could see the fire from here!” I swear under my breath as we continue walking, this was supposed to be just a fun little trip out of the city for a night, and now one of my friends is missing and we can’t find our way back to our stuff. I spot a clearing a few yards away and motion to Brian. “Come on, let’s see if we can get our bearings so we don’t waste anymore time bumbling around.”

I step into the clearing, huh, this looks familiar. I shine the flashlight around, and lo and behold, it’s our campsite! ...And Tyler is gone. I point the light towards a sizzling fire, it had very recently been put out. My mind reels in panic, either this is some sick joke on their part, in which case I’ll murder both of them, or there is something else out there, in which case I’ll be murdered, and I’m not liking either of those outcomes. Brian whispers. “Okay, this is just getting creepier by the minute, Kyle.”

I kneel next to the fire and inspect it, some of the ashes were still glowing with heat. I mumble back to Brian, trying to keep my cool so we both don’t start to panic. “Yeah… This fire couldn’t have gone out more than a few minutes ago.” I stand up and shine the light to where Tyler was sitting before we left. “He, or whatever took him, couldn’t have gotten far from here.”

“Whatever took him?!” Brian shouts at me, half scared and half angrily.

“Shh!” I growl out to him and whisper. “Yes, whatever took him. Something bad might have happened to them, and that thing might still be out there, so be quiet!” Brian nods quickly and picks up a flashlight, following behind me as I slowly approach what appears to be a cleared path through the forest, directly behind where Tyler sat. I shiver as a cold breeze rolls by, whatever happened didn’t end well for my friend.

We follow the path for a few minutes, finding a few of Tyler’s belongings along the way. His shirt, his pants, his jacket. All of them torn to shreds just like Jack’s clothes. I fling away the useless t-shirt that belonged to Tyler. Brian whispers shakily. “Wh-what if a bear got to them…”

“A bear’s claw would leave bloodstains on the clothes you dope.” I mutter.

“W-Well what if they took their clothes off and threw them at the bear!”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, next thing you know we’re gonna stumble along both of our friends completely naked hiding somewhere, and they both had the same idiotic idea to throw their clothes at it!” I sigh and rub my face with the palm of my sweaty hand. “Listen, we’re gonna find them, and when we do we’ll pack up and leave tonight.”

Brian nods and shines his flashlight down the path. “I think we’re coming to a drop soon…”

We both stop at the edge of the treeline and look down, roughly a ten foot drop leading into another bank of forest. I pocket my flashlight and get closer to the edge. “Brian, point your flashlight down in front of me so I can shimmy down this ledge.”

“What are you doing!?” He says alarmedly.

I facepalm, didn’t I just say what I am doing? “I’m climbing down this little cliff and I need you to shine your light so I can see where I’m going.”

“Why?” He muses.

I point down to the forest at the bottom and the black indent of where there are missing trees. “Because that’s where the fucking path goes!”

He looks down and shines his flashlight at it. “Oh, I didn’t see that.”

I turn around and back up to the edge, motioning him closer to me. “Right, so when I get down, I’ll shine my flashlight so you know where you’re going.”

“Sounds good to me!” He responds as I position myself. After getting a good foothold on the rocks I ease myself down, leaning outwards to see my next step. The dark trees from below reflect back eerily, that’d be one hell of a painful fall. Shaking my head and focusing I look down, grasping a rock with my left hand and putting pressure on it to make sure it can hold me. Slow and steady Kyle, getting an injury now would be the worst possible thing. I lower my right foot down, kicking the earth to make sure it will hold. I look up to Brian who is standing there smiling. He sees my glance and gives me a thumbs up. I return the gesture and resume my descent. I peer downwards, hmm, looks like another four feet or so till-

Click.

The light disappears and I’m left suspended with my left foot half way stretched to the next stone. “Brian? Did the batteries go out?” I wonder aloud. No response. My hands involuntarily get sweaty from fear and my grip weakens. “Brian! What the hell is going on up there?” I look upwards, but my vision still hasn’t gotten used to the darkness and I see nothing but blackness. “This isn’t the time for jokes man!”

My right foot slips and I fall backwards with a loud wail. I’m very swiftly met by the ground and a sharp spike of pain at the base of my spine. “SHIT!” I growl, rolling onto my chest and lowering one hand to my back, trying to rub the pain away. “Fuckfuckfuck that hurt!” I stay there on my knees and rub my lower back for a few minutes, hoping I didn’t screw anything up too badly. “Brian!” I shout, hoping for some kind of reply. A few minutes pass with only silence to fill them. “Brian?” I holler out louder. Still nothing. I achingly stand up, giving myself a moment to stretch out the muscles.

I pull out the flashlight in my pocket and turn around to face the cliff. I face the beam of light at the top. Nothing but trees are in sight. I lick my dry lips and move the light to the left and right, hoping to see any sign of my friend. I raise a hand to the side of the mouth and yell, “Brian! Are you up there!” I wait, expecting my friends’ silly grin or his laughter or something, but nothing comes. I swallow the lump building in my throat, what if the monster got Brian too? I shake my head and close my eyes. There’s no monster! I tilt my head back and yell a second time, “Brian! I’m gonna keep looking! M-Meet me back at the car in half an hour!” I curse to myself when I hear my stutter. I’m not afraid, there’s nothing to be afraid of, this is just a forest and I’m going to be perfectly fine.

I do a slow spin and look in all directions for somewhere else to go, but the only viable route is into the cleared path in front of me. After pausing for a moment to swallow my fear I step onto the dark trail, being as cautious as humanly possible so I don’t startle anything that might be lurking in the woods. The crunch of twigs and my breath are my only vocal companions as I peer into the darkness. Why does nighttime have to be associated with fear? It makes situations like this ten times worse than they already are! Maybe it’s because with darkness there’s the unknown;anything could be out there, waiting for me to make a wrong step. I hit the side of my head with a fist. Stop thinking about it! It will only get worse if I start imagining things wanting to hunt me down and tear the flesh from my bone.

I stop and squeeze my eyes shut as tightly as I can and take a deep breath, inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth. I open my eyes again, and with a clear mind I walk forward, distracting myself with any other thought I can. I notice a clearing ahead and step forward tentatively. I go to the edge of the treeline and peek around it, shining my light as I do. Nothing but an open expanse for about a hundred yards, and then another large group of trees. I peer to the right, my attention caught by a monolith of a tree planted right in the middle of the clearing. It was a dead tree, but it was about seven stories high nonetheless. Taking one last glance to the sides I walk to the massive tree, hoping I see something that will point me in the right direction to my friends.

I place my hand on the bark of the tree and sigh as I look up its’ height. I wish I could have found this while it was daytime and taken a few pictures of it. My right peripheral sees a glimpse of something and I turn towards it, pointing my flashlight towards the object. I squint my eyes and tilt my head, whatever it is, at fifty yards I can’t tell anything about it. I take a step closer. I think I see white? Yes, definitely white. Is it floating? No, it can’t be. It’s about ten feet from the treeline. So it’s not attached to the trees either, ruling out some kind of glow in the dark fruit. It… almost looks human-shaped. Yeah, like a tall, pale human’s head. I immediately brighten at the prospect of another person. I raise both hands to my mouth and shout towards what I presume is a him, “Hey! Over here!” It turns in response and I jump giddily like a little school girl. Yes! Help is here! I can’t make out any expression on its face because of the distance, but man do I hope it’s willing to help me.

“Yeah! You! Listen, can you help me out? Me and some friends got lost! Do you know if there’s anyway I can get to the top of that cliff?” I turn and point behind me, then turn back to my new companion, only to see that he’s gone? What the fuck?

I sigh, fuck that guy, looks like I’m searching for a way out by myself. I turn and see a route out of the clearing that is between both sets of trees. I shrug, may as well stay out in the open right? Then I can see anything coming after me! Brilliant plan Kyle. Thank you Kyle, I’m glad I could help.

I reach the edge of the trail and turn around one last time to look at the beautiful tree. I stand there for a moment and grin, then blink and look down at it’s base… What the hell… I blink a couple extra times. The guy from a minute ago is standing there, staring at me. How did he get behind me? We’re only about a hundred feet from each other, and at this range I can make out some more features. It’s definitely a guy, he’s way too bulky to be a girl. He’s in some kind of black attire, maybe a suit and trousers. He’s bald, and I wasn’t mistaken about the paleness. Another thing I can tell now is that he is incredibly tall, his head comes up to the first big branch leading off of the tree. When I stood in his spot, that branch was about three and a half feet over my head... and I’m six feet tall.

As I stare at his face I feel a sort of fuzziness attack my thoughts, as if a blanket made of wool is covering them and keeping me from thinking straight. My head twitches to the side and I lick the inside of my cheek. My breathing grows loud in my ears and my knees are shaking for some reason. I close both eyes and the feelings ease out of my system slowly. I shield my eyes from the freak of nature in front of me and look up slowly, noticing he’s come about twenty feet closer. Before I can even process this my body has already turned around and I’m running full speed away from him. As I put more distance between me and him my head clears further, allowing me to think over how impossibly strange that encounter was.

I stop and rest against a tree. Dear god, what was that thing? It was similar to a human, but freakishly tall and just plain terrifying. A feeling of dread washes over me and no matter what I do I can’t shake it off. Deep breaths Kyle, deep breaths. As long as we don’t see that thing ever again, we’ll be golden. I breathe through clenched teeth as I rub my arms, my cold sweat causing me to shiver violently. I look up and around. I need to find a way back to the car and leave this god forsaken place. I’ll come back tomorrow with the police and search for my friends, this whole solo business was an idiotic move on my part.

My lungs catch and my eyebrows twitch as I stare at what I now consider to be a monster. He’s about thirty feet in front of me right now, and I have never been more terrified in my entire life. He’s in a suit with a long red tie and matching black pants. His hands are at his sides. My jaw clenches and shakes as I stare at his face. Except, he doesn’t have one. He doesn’t have a fucking face! No mouth, no ears, no eyes, nothing! I turn tail and sprint without a second thought, tripping after my first step. I quickly recover and drop my flashlight in the process, fuck that thing, I need to live. My chest heaves up and down as I run past the statue height tree from before and look backwards. My eyes widen and I keep sprinting, he’s only like fifty feet behind me and it looks like he hasn’t moved a muscle!

My footsteps hit the ground with a heavy thud as I leap into the forest, trying to lose him in the trees. The last thing I see before I go inside of it’s dark depths is his featureless face, digging into my soul and planting an unforgettable fear there that nearly causes me to slip. My legs feel like rubber as I don’t slow my pace and run into the thickest part of the forest, dodging trees and jumping over roots, my elbows and cheeks red with blood from scraping bark and low hanging branches. It doesn’t matter, none of the pain matters, I just want to live, I just want to get out of this forest alive.

I leap over a tall bush in front of me, clearing most of it. My right leg catches on one of the branches and I hit the ground with an ‘Oof!’, rolling to a stop as I lay in the dirt, my body only twitching in response as I try to move. I rest my cheek on the soft dirt, it stings my bleeding cheek but I don’t care right now, I need to rest. I lick the inside of my dry mouth, it’s like a desert inside of my throat right now. Even after running so much, even after trying to escape, that fear is still inside of me. He’s out there, I can feel it. I know he’s watching me. I can’t escape him. I can’t do anything except lay here and die. I’m going to die in a dark forest and no one will ever know what happened to me. Tears stream down my cheeks and into the dirt as I gasp for air. I just want to live...

Minutes tick by as I lay there, face down on the ground, tears freely rolling down my cheeks. I place a hand on the ground and push up to look at my surroundings. There’s still a chance, I-I can still make it out of here… My heart slows to a stop as I realize something very large and darker than any of the trees is five feet in front of me. I sniffle and blink away my tears, using a grimy hand to wipe them off of my cheeks. My eyes slowly scan upwards, taking in every detail of it. As my vision clears I can make out long black pants… a red tie… I whimper fearfully and my breathing gets quick and shallow. I-It has a suit, and and a long p-pale neck… My breathing completely stops and my lips tremble. Lastly, a large, equally pale, featureless head. He found me.

Out of his back over a dozen tentacle-like limbs wriggle and slither in the air, their slimy texture glinting in the moonlight as they approach me. They move towards me remarkably fast, and suddenly one of them lands next to my face. Something in my brain finally snaps and breaks me out of my aghast stupor. I push on the ground and send myself backwards, landing on my back and backpedalling in a desperate attempt to get away from him. More tentacles fly towards me and land only inches from my feet as I dig my heels into the ground and push away, screaming in absolute terror, “NO! Stay away! Leave me alone!” They are undeterred and one of them wraps around my ankle, dragging me towards their source. “NO! NO! Let me go!” I kick viciously but more of them latch on to me, climbing up my legs as I desperately grab for anything, resorting even to throwing dirt at them. They grab my hands and pull me into the air as I flail about violently. I feel my clothes being torn off and I cry out to the monster. “PLEASE! Don’t kill me! I-I have a baby brother! I-I ha-grhk!”

One of them wraps around my neck and tightens, cutting off nearly all of my air as the last of my clothes are torn from my body. I breath raggedly and fresh tears blot out my vision. I’m dead. This thing has a hold of me. There’s no hope left. My legs and arms spasm from the pent up energy and adrenaline, but it does nothing to help my situation. Minutes pass and I think over my whole life, my brother, my parents, my friends who probably suffered the same fate at the hands of this monster.

I blink and realize I’m not being killed, just suspended in the air naked in front of him. My body twitches where the tentacles are wrapped around. What is it doing? I gulp as two more tentacles float through the air towards my crotch. “Wha- nngk--” The tentacle wrapped around my throat tightens again, giving me just enough room to breathe but not enough to talk. I stay silent but curious as the two new limbs poke all around my genitals, looking for something that it doesn’t seem to find. Why is it… A burning aura distracts me from that thought as it builds on my wrists and ankles where I’m being held. It’s not a physical heat, but it’s definitely emanating off of him. Is it… angry at me? Can I feel this monster’s emotions? One of the feelers at my groin jabs me dead center in the nuts, causing me to grunt in pain and breath through grit teeth. Yep! It’s definitely angry.

The burning stops and I’m held there in the air for a few moments as it ‘calms down’. The two feelers travel up my body slowly, my body sweating profusely as my brain races with what new terror it will inflict upon me. The limb surrounding my neck tightens and holds my head in place, forcing my teeth to grind harder against each other as the other two go to the sides of my head. They press against each side of my temple, right above my ears. A pulse of electricity on the sides of my head cause my clenched fists to open and my eyelids to twitch from the pain. Another pulse and I growl in pain, my chest fidgeting from the shocks. My consciousness bursts open with memories as the static is pounded into my skull from the monster. What is he doing to me!

Ten years ago, I open the door to my house, my mother turns to me with a smile. “How was school?”

~Whirring~

Three years ago, I’m blushing, standing in front of my first love. I bend down, about to kiss her…

“These are useless.” Echoes inside of my head. I blink and try to get a hold of my thoughts. My brain feels like scrambled eggs right now, memories I didn’t even know I had are being sifted through. It feels like someone opened up a filing cabinet of my memories and was digging through them, throwing them into the air one at a time as it searched for something. I make a vain attempt to try and produce a single clear thought, but I just don’t have control over my own mind right now.

Six months ago, I’m grinning like a fool as I stare at her, my very own OC.

“Ah, this will work.” The electricity finally stops and my head lolls to the side as the two feelers move away from my head. My body is completely drained of energy and I feel myself get lowered to the ground as I lay there, gasping for breath. I’ve never been so exhausted in my life, and I just take a few deep breaths waiting for my memories to settle back down. I’m dimly aware of a few more tentacles wrapping around my shoulders and hips, these ones were much thicker and stronger than the ones currently holding me. My head bobs forward and I watch a skinny little one, about the size of my index finger, squirms and presses against my belly button. I feel a small pinch at my belly button, as if someone had poked it sharply. What is it doing to me now? That question is quickly answered as a bolt of hot pain shoots through my gut. I grunt and feel my veins sizzle as the burning venom flows through my bloodstream and across my body. Why is-- OH MY GOD!

I strain forward as my stomach flesh feels like it gets torched by a flame thrower. The tentacles around my shoulders slam me back into the ground and my body shakes violently from the poison. It feels like all of my organs are shifting and compressing, and the most brutal nausea I’ve ever experienced hits me. I gag and try to hurl but the tentacle around my neck tightens so much I can’t breathe. My lungs feel like they collapse as they are also subject to the poison, shrinking to nearly half the size they originally were. The venom grabs my spine and ribcage, extending them lower. I feel my vertebrae pop and shrink down as they multiply, and my spine elongates to the point where I feel it pierce outward from my lower back. A bony protrusion snakes out of my back and rests on the ground between my legs. My vision goes bleary and black. I just want to die, please, I’m in such excruciating pain. I can’t take it anymore.

The tendril going into my belly button stops pumping the toxin for a moment, and I feel a cold soothing around my wrists and ankles. My pain fades slightly, my vision clears, and cold leaves. A few seconds pass and nothing happens. I take a chance to catch my breath and look upwards at the beast, the emotion I’m able to read from his limbs is a contemplative state. He stops and takes notice, the venom returning immediately. I shake my head as the searing heat returns and some new part of my body is subject to his virus. A gargled shriek comes out of my throat as my hips spasm and contort. They say one of the worst pains a human can experience is having your femur broken, but what about having them crushed and reshaped? My brain is very nearly frying itself and I can hardly even register what’s going on aside from the agonizing reformation of my pelvis.

My cock and balls are grabbed during the process and pulled inside of me. Nerve endings are rewired and flesh ripped apart as a brand new set of genitals is forced upon me. New organs form inside of me and I’m one hundred percent sure they aren’t for a guy. Tears flow like rivers down my face. This monster is not only turning me into some ghastly being but he is also changed my gender! My sheer rage and disbelief are broken by a nearly indescribable feeling in my legs. My hips bulge and my knees are pushed up to where my femurs were as my ankles extend upwards. The bones of my feet and toes feel like they are hit by a sledgehammer as they mash together, forming one giant mass. All feeling in my toes is lost and I’m left with something flat and hard to walk on.

My shoulders shudder violently and a brutal SNAP! SNAP! happens, locking my arms in the same position as my legs. I curl into the fetal position as the poison races down my arms and I all I’m left to do is hope this will kill me as quickly as possible. My wrists drawback and lengthen as my hands are forced to clench into the tightest fists possible. My fingernails dig into my skin and cause me to bleed as the flesh knots together and the bones mush against each other until they are one big mass like my feet. In between my shoulderblades the vertebrae thin out and push upwards and out of my skin like two additional arms. I can’t even comprehend the logic of limbs growing out of my back, so I close my eyes and beg for release. Hopefully I’ll never have to open them again, lest I see what kind of freak I’ve become. I hold my chin tight against my chest, and I feel the dirt against my face get soaked with my tears.

The tentacle around my neck loosens and I let out broken sobs of pain. Is he finally done? My neck is subject to the intense fire and my jaw is locked into place as more discs form and elongate my neck to over triple it’s original length. My vocal chords suffer from the same treatment and I can only assume I now have a completely female voice. My jaw shakes and trembles as it grows in girth and length, pulling my face outwards and taking my nose with it. Having your wisdom teeth pulled out is painful, try to imagine having new teeth form and FILL IN all of the empty spots in roughly thirty second. My eyes feel like someone put lit matches against them as they expand outwards, and the irises themselves burn as my vision changes. My ears are not spared of pain either, and it feels like they melt off of my skull as entirely new, deformed ones poke out of the top of my head, twitching from the pain.

My entire body spasms as, instead of a burning fiery pain, a gentle warmth rolls over it. I feel my entire body warm up as what feels like a soft cotton blanket suddenly forms around my whole body. Soft hair then spills down my shoulders and bunches up between my legs. Before I can think about it, I feel my new back appendages get extra hot and sensitive as what feels like fluff plumes out of my back.

The last thing I remember before passing out is being dragged through the dirt.

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My lungs compress as I exhale, and expand as I inhale. They stop for a moment and I wake up, blinking my eyes furiously and looking around. Darkness is the first thing to greet me, that and a small chink sound as I push against the ground to get in a better position. A barrage of sensations and memories hits me like a freight train and I’m nearly knocked over as I try to process everything. I was chased by a monster. Okay, we have that fact down. He captured me. I nod, alright, we’re getting somewhere. He tapped into my memories and used them against me. I slowly nod this time. Okay, considering the situation, that shouldn’t surprise me. I raise a hoof to my face, close enough so that my still adapting eyes can see it. He also turned me into a pony.

My hoof falls to my side as I think over that fact, and I stare into the dark expanse. I don’t know where I am, but wherever that is, I’m a horse. I’m a mare. Something wells up inside of me and I want to scream, but the only thing that comes out of me is a choked sob, “Why?...” I sit there against the wall, crying. A noise to my left causes my ear to twitch and my crying to cease. I sit there in fear, holding my breath as I stare into the blackness. Something is moving over there.

I blink my eyes and squint into the darkness. The shape moves closer and the outline of a hoof comes into my view, followed by a muzzle. I can hardly make out any details except that it’s sort of grey, or at least was grey originally. Right now it’s covered in dirt and… something else. We stare at each other and she inches forward tentatively, blinking as she looks me up and down. Her voice is a nearly inaudible whisper as she looks to my chest and stomach. “He hasn’t gotten to you yet…”

I move closer and look at her swollen belly. “Wh-Who are you?.. Where are we?..” I gawk at her massive stomach, it’s size rivalling that of a basketball. What the hell happened to her?

She looks down at her body and she suddenly begins shaking, a few tears forming at the edges of her eyes. Even though I feel confused and exhausted myself, I wrap a hoof around her to comfort her. Her voice cracks as she whispers. “I-I don’t know how I lived through it… I thought I was going to die… I’m not even sure how I manage to stay awake afterwards…” She suddenly looks to me. “Y-You have to run… Find a way out of here, b-before he comes back!”

I stop and tilt my head. “But… What about you? Do you know if my friends are here?”

She motions to her left and I can make out the form of two more ponies on the ground but nothing else. “There are more of us, they passed out… I think they got it worse than I did, I don’t know. They were both already unconscious when he finished with me…” She turns back to me, worry evident in her face. “But please, you have to go, you can’t stay, one of us has to escape…” She looks off into the distance past me, her mouth quivering and her voice dropping even lower. “I-It’s too late… he’s here…” I turn my head the direction she is facing, squinting my eyes as I peer into what I think is nothing. My ears catch a heavy thunk, thunk sound coming from in front of me. Thunk… thunk… thunk… Closer and closer, every second. I gulp as… as He comes into view. I put my hooves around the scared pony and join in her paralyzed fear as we both stare at his ghostly face. She mumbles to me, “I’m so sorry...”

The tall beast wraps his slimey tentacles around my body as I flail, slowly dragging me through the air and away from the other mare. My wings are suddenly pinned against my back, and I continue to try and escape, but somehow I already know it’s pointless. My mouth fails to work as I look between the monster and my equally frightened companion. What is going on?! Tentacles spread open my legs and I kick uselessly, my hooves hitting air. Air catches in my lungs as I hyperventilate and cry. “Pl-,”  hiccup, “please-” hiccup, “Let m-me go…” I hiccup and more tears stream down my cheeks. He brings me up to his featureless face and the feeling from before returns. The dread of helplessness and being dominated. I twist my head away but one of the tendrils wraps around my neck and forces me to look at him. “Please!” I scream uselessly at him. “Sto ho hop… please…”

I hang there in the air silently for a few minutes, wiggling my legs to try and break free, but it’s no use. One of the tentacles wraps around my tail and raises it as more of them crawl up my thighs at an agonizingly slow pace. I look to the monster in wide-eyed terror as I feel one prod my vagina, shaking my head violently in protest. “A-Anything but that, anything! Please!” But I receive no response, except for the cold, slick sensation of tentacles gathering around my genitals. I continue shaking my head and blubbering, “No… please… no…”

“AHH!” I shriek at the ceiling as suddenly a tentacle the size of an arm thrusts into me, ruining my virginity. The one surrounding my neck tightens, cutting off my scream. The monster doesn’t care about my discomfort as the tentacle batters and pounds my insides, it’s slime allowing it to fuck me as fast as it wants. My entire body trembles at its girth, and I have no choice but to silently pray this will be over soon.

The monster has other plans. I feel a second tentacle, just as large as the first, wiggles it’s way into me. I gasp out in shock, only for the tentacle around my neck to squeeze tighter, quickly silencing me. I close my eyes tight and tears slowly drip off of my chin as I’m brutally fucked by both tentacles. Fresh pain radiates from my crotch, so I open an eye and look down. I nearly faint as I see a third tentacles shoving itself into me, and I stare with horror as my pussy is somehow stretched even further open. Why me, I cry to myself. Why did I have to go camping. Why did I have to search for my friends. Why did I have to be turned into a mare and raped.

The tentacles haven’t had enough of me though, as they’ve found something new to interest them. A few new tentacles poke and prod at my ass, causing me to groan in response. I bite my lip as one pushes itself inside of my tight rear, even with the slime constantly dripping from it, good god does it hurt. Soon another joins it and immediately a third, stretching me to my limits. I raise my head, trying to do something, anything to relieve the pain. My eyes fall on the monster’s face and I start begging with him. I try to bargain with him, giving him anything and everything he’ll ever want from me as my brain reaches its limits. I’ll do anything he says, I’ll be a good mare for him. I’ll be his pet. I’ll sacrifice my life for him. I’ll do anything! Just let me go!

My body shakes and the pain in my rear doubles. I bite the inside of my cheeks as I feel the tentacles start pushing deeper inside of me. They aren’t rhythmically fucking me like the ones in my pussy, they are just shoving themselves deep into me. I whimper, oh my god, these things are going to kill me! They push farther and farther, and I watch as literally foot after foot of slimy tentacle is pushed into me. I feel my body fill up with their cold, writhing mass, and I twitch as a feeling of stomach nausea hits me like a brick wall. It feels like I throw up in slow motion, and the tentacles in my pussy start fucking me even faster as something unnatural climbs up my throat. A moment later I get the taste of slime in the back of my mouth, and then three cold tentacles slide over my tongue and inch towards the front of my mouth. I’m stunned to silence as I feel the slimy tentacles burst out from between my lips. They’re going through my whole body.

I panic and swing my body wildly, trying to get them out of me with a new vigor. The tendrils in my ass thrust and I shiver as I feel every single inch of them go through my digestive track and out of my mouth. No air can escape my throat and I’m stuck breathing through my nose, unable to make any kind of sound as my whole body is quite literally fucked. The tendrils in my throat widen and stretch my throat, giving me room to breathe normally, the only sound I can make as a response is, “Hhaaa…” In front of my face a new kind of limb I had yet to see rises up, my eyes visibly widen at it’s girth. The tentacle, about as thick as a two liter soda bottle, flexes and writhes as it moves towards me. I notice there’s a small hole on its tip, and it’s leaking a yellow liquid.

It moves closer to my mouth and I almost chuckle mentally. He can’t be serious, that can’t fit inside of me. The tentacles in my throat stretch my muscles to their max and the tip of this monstrous limb is only inches from my mouth. My mind reels back. Does he think that can fit inside of me!? “Hhhaaa!!” I breathe in protest, but he just presses it against my lips. It’s liquid drips into my mouth and it has an incredibly sweet taste. He presses forward and strains my jaw painfully causing me to cry, and he is only able to get the tip inside my mouth. Does he not understand this is impossible with my anatomy?!

He continues pushing, and even with my saliva and this mystery fluid he only succeeds in causing my bones to creak in protest. My jaw is on the verge of snapping and it doesn’t look like he’s going to stop trying anytime soon. Just when the pain become unbearable and I feel my muzzle strain at its limit, my body’s position is very suddenly and very roughly changed. My neck gets snapped backwards and my mouth points to the ceiling, making my whole neck line up and creating a straight shot from my mouth to my stomach. More creaking happens and with an excruciatingly horrific snap and a gargled howl, the beast of a tentacle finally fits into my muzzle. From there it rams into my throat and slides all the way down to my stomach, stretching my throat to limits I didn’t think were possible. I give up struggling, and I am simply left to wonder just what this damned creation has in store for me next.

The giant tentacle begins to pulse rapidly, and what I assume to be the same sweet fluid from before is brutally pumped into my empty stomach. Is he… feeding me? I wiggle my hooves as my stomach quickly fills to the brim, okay, I’m full, you can stop feeding me! My eyes bulge as I feel my belly bloat and stretch out from the sheer amount of liquid in it. None of the fluid can escape or go up my throat either because the other tentacles are taking up all of the room. God, I’m so full… Why can’t this just end...

It continues to pump, and I feel the skin on the outside of my body start to stretch and bulge outward from the meal. As if that isn’t enough, a dozen or so tiny tendrils choose this time to latch onto my clitoris and began to rub and vibrate on it almost impossibly fast. Even with three massive tentacles fucking me, the pleasure from my clit sets my pussy on fire with the need to be rutted even harder. I moan into the giant tentacle pumping fluid into my stomach, and I feel my arousal dripping down both my hind legs. My whole lower half starts to shake from the pleasure, and I find myself squeezing the tentacles in my vagina and ass with as much power as I can muster. I close my eyes as the pleasure and pain wear on my brain. I don’t want this, I don’t want this! This is bad, I’m being raped!

Apparently sensing that I wanted more, a fourth tentacle slithers its way into my now sopping wet pussy.  The sensation is too much. I climax, wringing them dry as my body clutches onto them for dear life. The smaller ones redouble their efforts on my clit, and as I ride the orgasmic bliss, I’m hardly aware of what awaits me as a fifth tentacle, larger than the rest, slips inside my equine pussy. As I come down from my pleasure high, the pain in my vagina intensifies. I glance down at the nearly half a dozen tentacles fucking my pussy, and I see some huge bulge inside the largest tentacle. Whatever it is, It’s attempting to squeeze inside my nether lips. I shake my head weakly, why can’t it just leave me alone? It’s fucked me, hasn’t it had enough? That answer is no, and I feel the four original tentacles start to press outward from each other, stretching my worn pussy to an obscene girth. It hurts! Stop! I’m going to be ripped apart!

The sphere finally pushes through my entrance, with much effort on the monsters part. I feel that fifth tentacle bulge as the sphere travels up it’s length. I tilt my head, what is it doing with me now? The breath in my nose freezes as the other four smaller tentacles inside of me reach my uterus and stretch it open, making way for what I can now only hope isn’t an egg. I writhe in pain as it tries to push inside, but I’m nowhere close to being able to take the size of that thing. My body shakes and I make softened screams, pleading with my life so I don’t have to take his egg. The tentacles latch on to the wall of my uterus and a terrifying rip occurs. My womb explodes with pain and I feel the egg get shoved inside my most intimate area. The sensations are all too much, and I’m finally pushed into unconsciousness.

Chapter 2

I awake with a moan of discomfort and a full stomach, but somehow I’m hungry. My head lolls to the left and I leave it there as my brain reboots and gets things organized. My vision is fuzzy as I blink and try to get my bearings. I lift a hoof off of the ground, dirt and other fluids sticking to my fur as I do, apparently when the monster was finished he just dropped me where I was. I turn to my left and notice the forms of three sleeping ponies. I turn back around and peer into the darkness. Alright Kyle, let’s focus here. If we try and escape now while the coast is clear, we might make it. And who knows, maybe my friends got away from the monster and are searching for me. I draw my hooves under my body and attempt to stand, but they are far too weak and I’m weighed down too much to stand for more than a few seconds. I fall to the side with a moan of pain.

I pause and take a couple calming breaths. Let’s take this slow and steady, Kyle. I look down my flanks, my lips quivering and a small whimper coming up from my throat as I stare at my massive belly. Sensations and memories from before flood my mind and I flop to the ground in a blubbering heap of tears. I was turned into a pony and am mothering a monster’s child… I glance over to the other ponies and I realize not alone in that fact either. I should talk to them first and see if they have any information about where we are. I grind my teeth as I drag myself towards them, my belly scraping against the rough ground. I hit the floor with a thud and lay next to them, panting from the exertion. The grey mare from before stirs and glances at me, “Are you okay?..”

I nod wearily. “I think so.” Once I stop worrying about myself, I’m going to feel really bad for her. I have so many questions for her right now. Who is she? Was she always a pony or was she human once, like I was? Has she seen my friends? Did they get out of here? Were they also transformed?

I almost don’t notice when one of the other two ponies wakes, and my brain continues to buzz with questions that I need to ask the grey mare. The newly woken mare twists her head to the sides, looking for something. Her voice shakily comes out as she stares at herself. “Oh my god… It wasn’t a dream…” Before me or the grey mare can respond, she tries to stand. Her voice rises in panicked pitch as she looks to us, “Oh my god! We have to get out of here! We have to-- urk!” Her hooves shudder and crumble underneath her and she begins to sob. “W-We have… We ne-need to…”

I bite the inside of my lip and scoot closer to her, wrapping a hoof around her shoulder as she cries. My other companion does the same as I whisper to the weeping mare. “We will, we will, don’t worry. I don’t plan on being a pony for the rest of my life.” Now that she isn’t moving about so much I can actually make out some of her features in the minimal light. Her coat is some kind of brown and red, as it blends in almost like a shadow, and her mane is even darker.

She nods and sniffles. “H-How long have you two been here? Do you know what’s going on? I mean, no one was here before me, but I haven’t woken up s-since he… he…” She whimpers and goes quiet.

The grey mare looks to me and then her. “You must have been first then, when I was brought here you and her,” she points to the now waking form of the fourth member of our party, “Were already unconscious.”

Her colors seemed to blend in with the darkness too, her coat being closer to a tan though. She scoots in to complete our small circle, looking between all of our faces. It goes silent for a few minutes, and it was kind of strange really, I expected her to freak out or scream or cry or do something, but she just sat there looking at us. Her voice is the first to break the silence. “Did he… uhm…” She rolls to the side, exposing her massive stomach to us. We all nod and copy her action to show her. She nods slowly and her voice grows thick with depression. “What do we do?”

I bite my tongue and think over her question. What are we supposed to do? As far as we know, he’s just waiting outside and guarding us. And we aren’t even too sure where we are right now, so how are we supposed to escape? “Well… My friends might rescue us if they can find us. Does anyone have any ideas of where we are right now exactly?”

The brown mare bobs her head up and down. “When I was driving out here with my friends, the area we went to was called Dan Semler’s forest.”

The grey pony tilts her head at us. “You both were with friends? You mean, there are people out there who know you’re gone?”

The brown mare smiles to herself. “Mhm, me and my friends were on a camping trip…”

She was on a camping trip too? Wow, that’s quite the coincidence, though I guess what other reasons do you have for going into the middle of a forest. The grey mare tilts her head. “Really? Two of my friends went missing before I was taken.” She looks off into the distance, talking more to herself then us, “I hope Kyle is okay…”

Wait, what? “Hey, hold on a minute.” I pat her on the shoulder to get her attention. “You just said your friends’ name is Kyle, right?”

She nods. “Yeah, me and him were searching for our friends. He was climbing down this little hill and I wasn’t paying attention and got grabbed from behind before I could warn him…”

My eyes go wide. “Oh my god… Brian?”

She pauses and gives me an odd stare as the dots connect in her mind. “Wait… Kyle?” I nod and immediately find myself wrapped in a tight hug. “I was so worried after I had been taken, I didn’t know what to think might happen to you…” Her eyes lower. “Well, now I know…”

I turn to the brown mare who is sitting there in shock. “Brian? Kyle?” We nod in unison. “I-It’s me! Jack!” She joins in with the group hug as we cry and smile together. We all look to the last mare, who is watching us and also tearing up. Jack leans closer to her. “Tyler?..”

She simply embraces us, bringing the four of us back together. “I-I was so scared… I didn’t think…” Her voice falters and fades as we lay there, holding one another other warmly.

I don’t know how long we lay there clutching each other, but eventually Jack spoke. “Guys… What are we supposed to do? We’re trapped in this cave, we’re ponies, and we’re pregnant. I couldn’t even stand right now if I tried.”

Brian pitched in first. “Well, let’s look at the bright side…”

Tyler turns to her, her voice rising angrily. “Bright side? What bright side? Do you not even see what’s going on? We were transformed, which is fucking impossible! Our genders were switched. And to top it off the thing that changed us is using us to hold it’s fucking kids!”

“We’re alive, at least…” Brian whispers.

Tyler scoffs, all of her anger directed Brian. “Oh, because being alive right now is so fucking amazing! I wish that thing would have killed me!”

I put up a hoof to stop her when I notice Brian beginning to cry. “Tyler, calm down, this isn’t her fault.”

“Actually, it is her fault, this was her stupid fucking idea to go camping! And we all came with her...” She stops and looks away sniffling, holding back her own tears.

I don’t reply, looking to Brian as she cries into her fetlocks. Jack is staring at me, unsure of what to do. This genderswap and transformation is really taking a toll on us, and it’s all my fault, I should have found them before they were taken. “Let’s try and get some rest, guys…” No one responds, and we lapse back into silence. Tyler is the first to shuffle away from us and curl up in a corner. Brian doesn’t move, her back shaking from continued sobs. Jack looks at me and sighs heavily before turning around and curling up in her own space. I move next to Brian and put a hoof around her shoulder, rubbing her back gently while I try to think of anything we could possibly do.

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The sound of something hitting the ground powerfully wakes me and causes me to look around in panic. It almost sounds like a thunk, thunk noise as it draws closer to me… My brain finally registers why I know that sound, bringing back the memory of right before I was raped. I begin shaking involuntarily and I’m already about to cry. I don’t think my body can handle a second round of being raped, I barely made it through the first. I look up and see his form come from the shadows. I whimper and scoot away in an attempt to escape, but it’s too late.

One tentacle wraps around my neck, holding my head in place. My body tenses and I close my eyes as I wait for the others to slither around my limbs, but it never does. I dare to open an eye to see what he is doing. I gulp as the feeder comes into view and I pull my head back. The one surrounding my neck forces my head upwards and I bite the inside of my cheek as the dripping tentacle nears my lips. It prods my lips, smearing the sweet fluid across them and causing me to wrinkle my nose. The monster, noticing my disobedience, tightens the tentacle around my neck, cutting off some of my air. I still don’t comply and shift my head away. More pressure is put on my windpipe and tears spill out of my eyes. My mouth opens out of the need for air and the feeder forces its way inside. At least I can take solace in the fact that I’m not being fucked.

The massive tentacle slides down my throat easier than last time, probably because there aren’t three others taking up room. The taste overpowers my tongue and I find myself actually enjoying it, my stomach being completely empty and desperate for some morsel. The beast begins pumping me full of the fluid and I groan as yet again my stomach is filled to the brim but still forced to carry more. My already over-sized belly pushes out, inch after inch, as my stomach expands. He really wants his kids healthy I suppose. Nausea overtakes my stomach and I gag as my muscles try to hurl; I can’t, the tentacle is taking up all of the room and I’m left with my stomach trying to compress and expel all of the fluid in it.

My throat aches from the pain of trying to throw up and I shut my eyes, trying to calm myself. He stops filling me but doesn’t retract the tentacle. My stomach gurgles unhappily but finally settles and my breathing returns to a more normal pace. Both tentacles pull away from me and I blink hard as a sort of giddiness floods my brain. Part of me panics, why am I suddenly so happy and carefree? I hiccup and giggle, why does it matter? I slump to the ground with a grin on my face. My stomach burns with a pleasurable warmth, my eyelids feel heavy, and everything seems so good right now. I watch happily as I see him go around and give each of my friends the same gift given to me. Maybe I should ask him for more? I frown as I see some of them struggle slightly. They should be happy to be fed so well.

I put a hoof to my plump belly and caress it. Something about being filled, being pregnant, just seems so perfect. A thought comes up from the back of my mind, telling me this is wrong, telling me I shouldn’t be so accepting of this. I giggle again as I see my friends all laying down like me, resting in a euphoric state much like I. No, this is definitely how I should feel right now, completely and utterly relaxed. Mmm, I think I could go for a nap right now…

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My eyelids flutter open and I see him approaching me. I can’t even count how many times I’ve woken up like this now, but each time I am in a state of endless bliss. I preemptively open my maw, waiting for my delicious meal. He didn’t have to hold me down at this point. Why would he? It’s not like I can do anything against it, and the ecstasy I experience afterwards is well worth it. I lean forward and wrap my lips around the head of the feeder, giving him a small suckle and licking his tip clean, the mouthwatering taste sending shivers down my spine. He pushes it down the back of my throat and I grin to myself as I’m filled. I slowly rub my belly as it expands outwards. My tummy has been growing larger every time I wake up; I think I might be giving birth soon.

The flow stops and my happiness reaches new heights. My head lolls to the side and I nearly fall over, one of the tentacles catching me before I do. I try to thank him, but in my euphoric stupor it comes out as, “Hehe… fanks…” I find myself suddenly floating through the air, being carried by him. I twisted my head this way and that, my tongue dangling out of the side of the mouth as I smile foolishly. “Wheee…” He sets me down with my back against a wall and my hind legs spread. My muzzle falls forward and I find myself nearing sleep. A motion is caught in my peripherals and I see my friends being set down next to me with equally, if not larger, stomachs.

“Ahhh… Nng…” Is heard from my left. I look over to see Jack breathing heavily with her eyes closed. My eyes go wide as I watch the birthing process, the egg getting pushed out of her vagina ever so slowly. Her face is scrunched in concentration as she pushes down, her hind legs visibly shaking from the force. She grunts, her lips pursed tightly as the egg is maybe a third of the way out of her. He is waiting patiently in front of her with a mass of tentacles in the shape of a basket, ready to catch the egg. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of her head and she grunts a second time, her front hooves digging into the dirt as she strains.

The massive egg is finally pushed out with a schlorp sound and she flops to the side, instantaneously going unconscious. He takes the egg and moves away, most likely putting it in a safer place to hatch soon. I yawn and find myself slipping back into the warm embrace of sleep. It doesn’t last long though, as another mare, this time Tyler, is pushing out her own egg. She strains and groans much like Jack, struggling to get out the heavy burden. She is soon relieved of that burden as the egg is taken away by him. She falls into her well-deserved sleep, and both Brian and I follow suit. I’m awoken a second time as the mare closest to me, Brian, is subject to the process. I watch in eager anticipation, knowing that soon after her I’ll be delivering my growing package.

Brian looks up to the ceiling and takes a few deep breaths, her legs twitching as the egg reaches the halfway point. I bend down and kiss my swollen belly and smile, because with every moment that passes, I get one minute closer to giving birth. My thoughts are all fuzzy, it’s so hard to think about anything besides giving birth and being happy. I notice that Brian is finished and he takes the egg away, leaving me grinning like a fool as I wait. Sleep grabs a hold of me first though, leaving me to roam unconsciousness.

I wake up with a moan of discomfort. Why do I have to pee so badly? I open my eyes and look down, gasping as I remember it’s now my turn to deliver the life inside of me. I look nervously to the others, watching me with their lost smiles. I bite the inside of my lip and my breathing grows ragged, my lungs feel like they’ve shrunk to half of their normal size. My muscles tense and I push downwards, pain shooting up from my lower half in response. The fuzziness in my thoughts from before is somewhat cleared, only making me panic more. I shouldn’t be giving birth! Why was I so excited about this before! My body instinctually pushes down again, well, whether I want to or not it’s happening now.

I push my front hooves into the dirt and kick with my hind legs, struggling to get it out of me. The anaesthetic from the fluid is hardly masking the pain. A copper taste fills my mouth as I bite my tongue too hard, grunting from the effort. I look to my friends, their faces filled with worry and confusion. The effects of the food must have still been working when they gave birth, because this is absolutely excruciating. I pause and take a moment to pant for breath. I look down to see my progress. Okay, one third is out, we’re getting somewhere. I bring a hoof up to my mouth and clamp my teeth around it so I don’t bite my tongue off, the girthiest part of the egg  now pushing me to my limits.

My eyes go wide and tears spill out from them, it feels like I’m about to be torn in half from the egg. My hind legs shudder and squeeze, attempting one final push to relieve myself of this burden. A spike of pain launches up from my vagina, but I continue pushing. “Come on, almost there, almost there!”  I think to myself. My teeth feel like they are on the verge of cracking and the pressure I’m putting on my muscles is tremendous. My legs spasm and I feel the last of the egg leave my body. My limbs fall to the ground and I sprawl to the side in a heap of sweat and fluids, with all my energy spent my brain shuts down and I happily embrace unconsciousness.

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The most brutal headache imaginable wakes me up and I roll over. I put my hooves to my head and cover my eyes. Why is it so bright! I pause for a moment. Wait a second… brightness… light… I open my eyes, immediately shielding them from the blinding rays of the afternoon sun. I turn to the side and spot my friends laying near me. We… We made it out of there alive! We’re free! The nightmare is all over! We-- I stop as I realize something. We’re all still ponies… We never got changed back. Why weren’t we changed back? Shouldn’t we be humans right now? I blink and take a calming breath. Okay, that can be worried about later, right now, we’re free! I jump to my hooves and scream in jubilation. “Hahaaa! Guys! Guys! We’re free! We’re alive!” My friends stir slowly, each of them also confused until they open their eyes.

Brian looks around at our campsite, befuddled. “We… what?..”

Tyler uses his fetlocks to rub his eyes before stopping and gawking at his surroundings. “He… Let us go?”

“I guess! I don’t know! But look, we’re safe now!” My heart slows and my breathing calms. Why aren’t they as excited as me? We’re away from him, we aren’t pregnant, and we are back at all of our stuff!

Jack shakes his head and glances around distantly. “We’re still ponies… and we’re in his forest...”

“Yeah… but…” I stop and examine my companions faces. Brian seems groggy, but contented with where she is. Tyler is simply stupefied at what’s happened. Jack is making me worry the most though, she seems withdrawn and reclusive, which isn’t like his normal self. I bite my lip as I think over what’s going on. Why are they so down about this? We escaped from a monster for christ’s sake! Well, he let us go, which is frightening. Why would he just let us go? Did he get his use out of us? Or is he just playing mind games with us and going to capture us a second time? And why are we still ponies? Shouldn’t we have gone back to being humans after he was done? I shake my head. That isn’t important right now. What is important is getting away from this godforsaken place with our lives.

“Come on guys, we don’t want to waste any more time, let’s try and get out of here while we have the chance.” They nod in agreement and we slowly shuffle around the campsite, tripping over each other and our new hooves, struggling to lift things in our new quadruped stance.

Tyler groans and kicks one of the backpacks. “How are we supposed to take any of our things when we can barely walk!” She slumps the ground, sniffling and scanning over everything. “We’re useless like this. How are we supposed to make it back to civilization when we can’t even put stuff on our backs!”

I turn my head to face my wings, such odd appendages for a pony to have. Why was I made into a pegasus? I mean, Jack and Brian are earth ponies, and Tyler is a unicorn… I look down at my pink hooves, the words pegasus and unicorn causing me to stop. The gears in my head turn as I struggle to remember why that’s so crucial to me.

Tyler continues her rant without noticing. “And what are we even supposed to do when we reach people!? We can’t just walk up to someone and go, ‘Oh hey, I used to be a person, but some monster in the forest transformed me into a colorful pony so I could have its kids!’” She growls and looks up at the horn coming from her head. “And what the hell is this thing for!” She smacks the protruding bone and flinches, growling in pain and rubbing it afterwards.

I’m a colorful pony… a pink pegasus! Oh my god I figured it out! I turn to Jack. “Jack!” She looks up from fiddling with her hooves. “Okay, Jack, take a really close look at me. Look at every detail about me, what do you see?” I lift my wings and smile as she examines me, blowing a stray hair of my two-toned mane from my eyes. “Recognize anything?”

“I don’t see… wait…” She leans forward, her brows furrowed in concentration. Her eyes go wide and she looks down at herself, and then to Brian and Tyler. “Oh my god… th-the OCs…” She rubs her face with a hoof, all of the pieces coming together in her mind.

I grin at figuring this out, but then frown as I think back on how this happened. He used our memories to find a suitable form that he could get pregnant. I look to each of my friends, analyzing each of their characters I had seen so many times before on a screen, except now in the flesh. Jack’s original character with her copper coat and crimson mane and tail, her red eyes providing a nice complement. Brian’s character in contrast has a two-toned mane and tail, half purple and half aqua and a grey coat covering her body, her emerald eyes positively beaming.

Looking past the earth ponies, I glance over at our lone unicorn, Tyler. She has a light tan coat and a brown mane, her eyes burning with a bright yellow. And lastly, there’s me. I look down to my strawberry pink hooves and then at my gold and salmon colored mane, and I can only assume I have the lavender color pupils I chose. I sigh and look down my flank to my signature feature, my pink wings. Maybe joking around and making a girly character wasn’t my best move, even if it is kind of funny. I gulp and bend my head down to look at my belly, my perky little teats sticking out from my crotch with my marehood just behind it. I feel so… emasculated. I glance at my friends as they do similar things, I’m most certainly not the only one feeling the effects of it either.

I sniffle and feel a few tears well up on my eyes, the full impact of the situation finally hitting me. Before, it didn’t really bother me. I mean yes I knew I was a girl then, but I still had my life,  I still thought there was a chance the monster might change me back after he used me. I sit there and watch my own muzzle, the girly pink taunting me the whole time and proving to me that this really is who I am right now. I watch my friends, Jack is curled up on her self in a tight ball. Brian is staring blankly down at her marehood and teats. Tyler is whispering to herself about something as tears drip down her chin.

“C-Come on guys… We need to get moving…” I choke out. We leave behind our camping gear, none of us knowing how to carry it in our new bodies. They follow me as we dawdle through the forest towards the car, each of our steps filling the silence while we deal with our thoughts. None of us spoke, and I don’t think any of us wanted to speak. We had been used, and now we were left to deal with the consequences of it.

We reach the car and stop, the sun setting behind us as we do, the sky filled with black clouds. Shit, I was hoping I could think of a plan by now, but nothings come to mind. We stand there near the car and I shake out my hooves from weariness, learning how to walk in a new body is tiring. “Do you want to stop here?” I suggest to the group. Tyler curls up on the ground without a word.

Brian turns to me. “But… We’re still in the forest, what if he comes back for us?”

I sigh and sit down. “Well, if he still needed us, he wouldn’t have let us go, right?” Thunder crackles overhead, causing me to twitch and look behind me in fright.

She nods. “I-I know, but, I don’t know! He might get us again! He… He might rape us again!” I walk over and hug her as she cries into my shoulder.

Jack mumbles. “M-Maybe we should go back…”

I turn my head to her and rub Brian’s back. “What do you mean? To the campsite? There’s nothing useful there, we never set up the tents and we can’t do it with hooves.”

She shakes her head. “No! I mean, back to him!”

I pause. Is she serious? Does she actually want to go back to that monster? I shout to her over the gusting wind. “Are you crazy? He captured and raped us!”

Rain begins to pour onto us increasingly faster as Jack shouts back to me. “I-I know! But… He protected us! He made us feel good and gave us food!”

Water soaks into my coat and mane, but I hardly notice as I roll her sentence around in my mind. Part of me agreed, telling me just how incredible it was to be full, and how happy I was to give birth for him. No! That was the food! It’s screwing with our heads! I shake myself and realize I’m shivering and so is Brian who is wrapped around me. I shout to Jack and stumble as I walk for the car. “Let’s get in the car first! We’ll be more dry in there!” She nods and takes Brian from my hooves as I come up with some kind of plan to get inside. We couldn’t operate keys so we left them behind. Damn I wish I had hands right now!

I spot the driver side window and get an idea. I turn around, using one hoof to shield my eyes from the torrent of water battering down on me from all sides. The water soaks into my coat, leaving me heavy and cold as I raise my right hind leg to the windows height. Lightning strikes overhead and I kick, the window cracking from the force of my hoof. I kick a second time, the glass shattering and flying inside of the car. I scurry up onto my hind legs and bite the lock, pulling upwards with my jaw to unlock the door.

More lightning strikes happen and I hear Jack shriek behind me. Come on you stupid thing! Open! I slip my hoof under the small handle and pull, the door swinging open is I do. I look on the inside of the door, my eyes quickly darting over the buttons as I look for the right one. Ah ha! Unlock all doors! I smack it with my hoof and open the side door, motioning to the two of them as they hobble towards me. I help Jack get the sobbing wreck that is Brian into the car. Jack climbs in next. Alright, those two are in, where is Tyler?

I turn around, my eyes scanning the ground Tyler. I see a dark mass curled up on the ground, right where she was before. Is she insane?! She’s going to die out in this weather! I rush over to her and nudge her, screaming over the roaring weather surrounding us. “TYLER! Get up! You’re going to die out here! Get in the car!”

She shudders from the cold but doesn’t move an inch. I lower my head to her and barely hear her mumble. “Maybe I want to…”

I grunt and push on her side again. “Get up damn it! You’re going to make it!” She doesn’t budge and I stand there in the rain, mind racing for ideas. Wind and rain howl around me, whipping my long mane across my face. I brush it out of my eyes and it sticks to my neck. What feels like rivers of water are running down my body as I shiver from the cold. “Come on Tyler!” I dig one of my hooves through the muddy ground under her and pull, moving her a few inches. “I’m not leaving you out here!” My voice goes hoarse from shouting and I focus on inching her towards the car.

Jack’s voice is hardly audible through the storm and I turn to her in an attempt to hear better. She motions inward to the car. I shake my head and turn back to Tyler, pulling her along through the muck. Inch by inch, I get closer. What feels like hours pass as I drag my friend, battling against both her unwillingness and the unforgiving weather. My muscles are on the brink of collapsing and I’ve given up trying to talk to Tyler. Whether she wants to or not, she’s getting through this storm, or we both go down. My hind leg hits something hard and I squint, my vision bleary. The car! I made it!

Jack pushes the door open and I motion to her to help me get Tyler in the car. She nods and bends down from her seat in the car, putting her hooves under the still non-compliant mare. I do the same behind her, lifting up as best as I can with one hoof. We teeter and rock, but get her into the car in one piece. She is still dead quiet, and part of me worries she actually did die while I was moving her. I shake my head and hop into the car on the floor, Jack taking care of the door. The storm is still as loud as ever outside and I’m occasionally peppered by rain from the broken driver window, but this is better than nothing.