Stretching and shaking my mane, I looked around the walls and items that vaguely felt like mine. This was my place, where I had obviously lived, but it really didn't seem 'right'.

My focus turned more investigative and I looked over myself as a starting point. Silvery-white mane and tail, light blue coat of fur. Yup, I was certainly a pony! Or… no, something wasn't quite right, I mean I could see handles and knobs and things in the room that were certainly designed not for a pony. The vague impression that something had changed, that I had changed, rang through my being. I had been a… a human, but now I was most certainly a pony.

And an ache of purpose grew in me. I wanted to be around other ponies. I wanted to MAKE other ponies!

Working my strong legs, getting them under me, I felt strange for almost a dozen heartbeats, then it just felt right. Putting one hoof in front of the other I promptly fell down and hit my head on the floor.

The next time I woke up it was easier, I scrambled to my hooves and trotted to the door. Without thinking about where each hoof was, I could walk fine! The door was an issue and I tried using my mouth, my hooves and even kicking it down. I yelled at it, just in case that would work and, when it didn't yield immediate results slumped my rump to the floor.

Thinking about it, focusing on the door… worked. The handle turned and the door started to swing inwards, toward me! “Hello? Are you okay?” a male voice enquired and a human stepped in, blinking down to me in surprise.

Standing just-on six feet tall, wearing a loose shirt and long pants, the dark-haired and eyed stranger looked a little surprised. Which was all the time I needed. Jumping, or more accurately pouncing, I landed atop him as he fell back, into the threshold. “Hi!” My talking surprised him nearly as much as having a heavy little pony on top of him.

“Uh, hi… are you-” was all he got out before, following my urges and instincts, I leaned down and kissed him. His surprise kept him from responding for a moment, his jaw slack. Of course, being a feisty little mare, I pushed my tongue down, into his mouth and really tasted him.

“Mrff! Hey, get off!” His strength was notable and I was shoved off and back. “Ugh, what the heck...” scrambling to his feet he started running for his own apartment, the door open across the hall and down a bit.

“Hey, I'm not done with you!” I called, my voice practically purring as I gave chase. His attempt to slam the door behind him was not quick enough and I managed to slip mostly inside, the door bouncing off my side painfully. “Ow, hey that hurt!”

There was no intelligible response, only a groan of pain as I could see his head changing. Perfect!

Nosing the door closed behind me, to keep other ponies from interrupting, I trotted over to find the odd-looking human squirming on the floor, his head having just changed to that of a soft-yellow-furred pony.

“Oh, you are going to be so cute, I might just have to keep you all to myself,” I told him, advancing and biting at his clothing. Why wasn't he wearing a nice shirt, buttons would be so much easier to tear off than this shirt was to pull up. “Come on, might as well help me now, no going back for you.”

This only got more groans and a look from him that was both resigned and confused. “What is going on? I heard a news report… something about ponies on the loose, staying inside and… that feels nice.”

I was, gently, nuzzling his belly and chest, applying licks and rubs. It was like my tongue was a paint brush, loaded with the soft yellow fur and he was my canvas. Looking up, my eyes locking on his, I made sure to lick a full pattern over his belly and chest. His almost serene pony features contorted again and I slowed down. The changes obviously hurt him, but I didn't stop. He would be my pony.

Soon, from the waist up, he was a cute pony, rounded hooves giving way to soft and short legs where his arms should have been. No more fingers any more, but that was okay, he would be adorable! Something caught my eye, his head was a little different and it struck me that there was a horn growing from the middle of his forehead. “Huh, a unicorn?” I murmured. This information, along with the slowing of the changes, gave him a moment to go cross-eyed and try and look at it.

Softly glowing, the horn seemed to be a point of wonder for him. “I… this is cool...” he was clearly distracted, looking around the room and, to my delight, making little things rise and fall.

“Hey, try and lift me!” My words drew his attention, eyes uncrossing and looking at me. The horn started to glow and I felt a slight grip all over but he certainly couldn't lift me. “Aww, little things then?” I asked, getting a sad nod from him.

Another kiss draw his sadness away. “Okay then,” I pronounced, “ready to finish what we started?”

My reply was another kiss and an eager nod.

His horn seemed limited to fine, light work, so removing his pants was easier now he was willing. Pulling them down with my teeth, I worked my way back up his legs with little licks here and there, spreading the changes slowly and in patches. I hoped this would make the pain a lot less.

My reaction when his horn glowed and immediately his boxers were shredded, was surprised but also delighted. “Oh, eager? Maybe I should go slow?” This earned a whine from him and I could see he was quite obviously eager for attention. Leaning in, closing my eyes, I felt him, eager and hard. Wrapping my tongue around his length I gave a deep suck on it, hearing a wicker of delight loose from his lips.

Pony mouths were every bit as well equipped for this as human ones it seems and, soon enough my little stallion was bucking and making very eager noises indeed. But just as I could sense him getting closer to his climax, he started to shrink!

Whining, wanting my prize, I sucked harder and only hastened the change as his shaft soon pulled from my lips, settling down and hiding in a very enticing fold of skin and flesh. Not done with my new mare, I nuzzled and licked, bringing new sounds from her as the girl was assaulted in ways she had not felt before.

Her end was fast, but all consuming. I felt muscles tense and start to spasm under my ministrations and slowed down, dragging out the release as she whined and called out, hooves thrashing and horn flickering a few times.

With the girl now completely remade, I crawled up her body, belly-to-belly, nuzzling as I went. “Oh… ugh… I… thank you...” her words were breathy, confused but I could hear happiness in there. Seems she liked that.

“Thought I had lost you for a moment there. Welcome to being a pony!” My words punctuated with a kiss, I continued, “so, want to go make some more?”

Her grin was all I needed. With another kiss we rose.

Our first obstacle was of course her front door. Having closed, it locked itself as well. “I got this!” Her exclamation accompanied by her horn glowing, I saw and heard as the purple-maned mare unlocked and opened the door in the same action. My brain filed this away, I wasn't sure if she noticed but she was doing multiple things at once with her horn, it didn't seem amazing but some part of me took notice.

The doors in the hallway were all closed, people had either taken the news reports to heart and were locked safely inside, or had already run out, guns blazing. “Pick a door!” My companion sing-songed and I lifted my hoof. Closing my eyes, I gestured in a circle before pointing at one door.

“That one!”

Both of us trotted up. A hoof pressed gently to the door, I found it wouldn't open like that and so my marefriend employed her magic. “Ugh, no handle inside… oh, tumblers!” She twitched an eye, tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth cutely before a click sounded and she opened the door.

“You ready?” she asks.

Leaning into her side, giving her mane a gentle nip, I replied, “always.”

They would never know what hit them!

–

She was watching the outcome of their ritual through the snapshots of dreams, of the people of that other world. It was wrong, it wasn't meant to be like this!

Luna started to focus in, trying to narrow her dreams down to a few who seemed to carry a stronger pony-essence than the others. It would take a lot of work, but she just might be able to contact them over the barrier between worlds...

Author's Note

Well, a new player has entered the game. Will they bring typos with them?