Lyra's Conversion (with no Rednecks)

Lyra woke up to the sound of running water. She found herself lying on her back in the middle of a forest, near a small river. Her body didn’t feel quite right. She moved her forelegs in front of her face, but instead of hooves, she saw- “hands! The spell must have transformed me into a Human,” she thought. She stood on her hind legs, and found her rear hooves remained the same. Puzzled, she examined her new body more closely. Her forelegs, now arms, were thinner, and she flexed her new hands instinctively. Her gaze moved lower. She saw two large mounds of flesh protruding from the front of her chest, below her shoulders. Closer examination revealed them to be her mammary glands. Her torso narrowed at the waist, then widened at the hips. There was a small crater in the middle of her belly, but it didn’t seem to be a health risk. She examined her legs. Her thighs were longer, her ankles seemed to be gone, and her hooves remained the same. Lyra twisted her head to look at her Cutie Mark, and saw it in approximately the same place. Her tail looked the same, but she was unable to move it.

Lyra stumbled over to the river, wobbly on her reshaped legs, and looked at her reflection. Her face and head were mostly unchanged, though her neck was shorter and thinner. Her mane appeared to cover more of her head, and ran down the back of her neck, ending in between her shoulder blades. But the thing that struck her the most was her horn, still growing out of the center of her forehead. Lyra was shocked. The Humans in her books didn’t look anything like this, and they certainly didn’t have horns.

Lyra tried to speak, but she was able to form words, only strange wheezing sounds. She thought, “Something must have gone wrong with the spell. I’m half pony, and half Human. I need to get back to Equestria, maybe somepony can fix me.” Lyra turned back to the clearing. There was no sign of her saddlebags, but the paper she had drawn the magic circle on was lying on the ground. She tried to copy the design with her hands, but she found them to be too soft and tender for digging. So she lifted a stick and used it instead. She had almost finished the circle when she heard a rustling sound behind her. Before she could turn, she felt a burning pain on the back of her neck that quickly spread through her whole body. She fell on the ground in spasms, until she mercifully blacked out.

Crazy Harry trekked through the forest until he came across the strangest sight he had ever seen. His addled mind quickly decided that aliens had sent a spy to capture him. Maybe they were working with the government, and were planning to turn him in. Or maybe they wanted his talents so they could conquer the Earth. Either way, he wouldn’t go quietly. Crazy Harry lifted his rifle, and took aim at the little green man through the scope. Then he saw what the monster was doing and lowered his gun. It was drawing a crop circle, probably to call for it’s spaceship. If he could capture it before it finished, he could interrogate it, and find out why it was after him. He turned on the cattle prod, and slowly crept through the trees, closer and closer to his target. He was an expert hunter, and barely made a sound as he moved. He approached the alien from behind, and it’s ears perked up. He quickly jabbed the cattle prod into the back of its neck, and briefly held it in place. The monster fell on its stomach, unconscious.

Crazy Harry flipped the alien over for a better look. He decided that it was a female. She was about five feet tall, with a weird looking face, but a nice looking body. Crazy Harry couldn’t remember the last time he was with a woman, but he wouldn’t let himself be distracted. He bound her arms, and hefted her up onto his shoulders. She was surprisingly light, probably less than a hundred pounds. He easily carried her back to his home, and placed her on the floor of his empty smokehouse. He gave her another jolt from the cattle prod, to keep her still for a while longer. Crazy Harry ran to his basement, and returned with some supplies. He untied the creature, and snapped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. He stood on his chair, raised her arms above her head, and hung her from a meat hook on the roof. Her head was almost even with his, and her bizarre looking feet were at least a foot off the floor. Then he wrapped the rope around her legs, and threaded it through some cinderblocks on the floor. Confident that his prisoner wouldn’t escape, Crazy Harry sat down in a folding chair, and waited for her to awaken.