Small Suburban Terrace
9:30am

Marcy glared at her phone. ‘He still hasn’t returned my calls. That prick! I’m not some cheap one night stand!’ she huffed to herself, frowning as she did so. ‘I'm not my mother…’

Standing up, she strode out of her lounge. Well, hers and her flat mate Julie… who may have been around? Marcy hardly saw her, as she seemed to spend all her time locked up in her room by herself.

She was going over there! She’d bitch him out right to his smug jerk face, and, if there was another woman there, she would burn his house right to the fucking ground!!! The window panes rattled as she slammed the front door, and she jumped into her aging hatchback, backing down the drive.

Marcy George was many things, but not a fool. A part-time teacher's assistant at the local primary school, she was studying for her diploma and was just six months from becoming fully qualified as a teacher. She had met Stuart fucking whatever his name was at a bar with a few college friends. He had been charming, rich, and full of promises, which did not include making her look like a naïve little girl to her friends!

Marcy fumed as she made her way through the early morning Saturday traffic, dodging cyclists and cars alike. She headed out of the suburban sprawl and onto roads that steadily became narrower, and the houses fewer.

He had even driven her home about this time last week, and he had promised to call! ‘Oh, she was making sure she got her call all right! Ignore her will he!?!’ Her knuckles strained white as she gripped the steering wheel. His place was pretty easy to find, getting in would be the only issue.

From memory, his property had a high front wall with a large gate, but the fences to the sides were rural cattle fences. She gave a wicked grin. ‘Ol’ Stewie boy didn’t bet on her being a country girl. Cattle fences wouldn’t spare him her wrath!’ Marcy tapped the small stylised pink toy horse that hung from under her rear vision mirror.

“You and me, Pinky, we’ll show that jerk not to screw with us!” she declared, hunching over her steering wheel and increasing her speed. Suddenly a ‘Whoop’ sounded from behind her as red and blue lights flashed in her rear mirror.

“Dammit, Dammit, DAMMIT!!!” she cried, slamming the heel of her hand into the steering wheel. She indicated off and pulled into the shoulder. Looking across at the passenger seat, she noted the distinct absence of a handbag, and with it her purse. Marcy groaned and slumped forward with her arms resting on top of the wheel and buried her forehead into them.

The police officer tapped against the driver’s window, and with a slow exaggerated movement she pressed the button to lower the window without interrupting her position.

“Ma’am, can I see your driver’s license please?” asked the officer in a businesslike manner.

“Don’ got it…” she moaned into her arms, leaning back and staring at the roof of the car. “I left it at home.”

The police officer took out a pad and pen and began writing. “Ok Ma’am, we’ll get to that later, do you have a name or any other forms of ID?”

“Marcy George, and no, sorry officer, none…” she replied numbly. ‘Oh God, why me!?!’

“Right. Are you the owner of the vehicle?”

“Yes. Look, I’m really sorry, I just left my house this morning in a hurry, and I forgot my handbag…”

The radio on the officer’s shoulder began to crackle as his partner in the car behind her fed him information, and he tilted it to listen in.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to exit the vehicle for me please.”

The officer ushered her off to the safe side of the car and went back to his partner as they addressed the cars database. After a few nods and shakes of the head, the officer walked over and spoke to Marcy.

“Ma’am, can you please give me your name, date of birth and current address as per your driver’s license please?”

Marcy rattled off the required information as the policeman nodded along.

“Ok Miss George, are you aware that your registration expired two days ago?”

‘Oh, god dammit…’

“No, sorry, I mean I knew it was coming up, and I have the cash set aside, I just forgot that it was due now and…” she sighed, “…and now I’m driving it unregistered, right…” she moaned, her posture falling as her eyes met the ground.

“Well…” the policeman replied “You have 48 hours to present yourself to a police station with your driver’s license, and if you go straight home from here, I’ll give you the same amount of time to get your registration renewed so long as you don’t drive it before you're all paid up. Just be aware, if you have an accident in the meantime your insurance won’t cover you.”

‘Wait, what…? No going to jail, or her car been hauled off to impound?’

“Oh! Ah, thanks heaps! I’m sooo sorry about this, and I promise it’ll never happen again!”

The officer just nodded and snapped his book shut. “All right, you have a good day now, and straight home! And remember, 48 hours!”

“Yep! Got it, and thanks again officer…” She let her sentence hang.

“Richter. Senior Constable Richter,” he said with a wave. “Be careful on your way home now.”

“I will, thanks, bye!!!” she waved back before circling around her car and jumping in the driver’s seat. Letting out a nervous sigh, she once again slumped forward, resting her chin in the wheel. She absentmindedly batted at her Pinky Pie figure hanging from her mirror before letting out a gasp.

“My revenge!!!” she exclaimed, her head shooting up as she remembered her original plan. But she had just been given a ‘get out of jail free’ card, and if she was seen again not going home… Marcy’s eyes narrowed as she scrunched up her face into a scowl.

“You get out of this one Stewie boy, but I’m coming for you…” she muttered to herself, “And when I do… oh boy, you better watch out!!!”

She swung the car around and drove back the way she came, the two police officers watching on having heard everything from through her open window.

“Hey Gary, why do the cute ones always have to be crazy?” he asked.

His partner gave a gruff laugh. “Let me introduce you to something I like to call ‘The Dating Triangle’…”

***

Middlemis Household
10:30am

Apparently, eating cereal took some getting used to when your mouth was further out than you were used to, as did drinking from a mug. This was evidenced by the numerous crumbs and drips down the front of her t-shirt. She could do it with a little more grace now than when she started, but it was all in the way you held your tongue. Literally.

Stuart sat at the kitchen’s breakfast nook on a stool trying to make her way through a light breakfast, or brunch as it were. Late morning sunlight was making its way slowly across the open-plan space through the large bay windows and sliding doors that looked out over the Glenmour Gorge.

‘I’m going to have to buy more clothes if this is going to remain a trend,’ she absently thought to herself brushing the crumbs off her chest. She blinked her eyes, momentarily confused at the direction her mind just took.

‘Remain a trend…? Did shhhh… HE! Did HE intend on making this a common occurrence!?! One that warranted the purchase of an additional wardrobe?’ Stuart shook his head.

What was he doing!?! Sitting here with his legs crossed at his breakfast nook, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of women’s underwear, considering buying even more of the same!?! ‘Oh, and as and orange unicorn girl ~Mare~…mare,’ Stuart furrowed his brow. Something in there wasn’t right, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on just what it was.

He was also beginning to think of himself in feminine terms. When did that start? Sure, he was a mare now, but what if it flowed over to his masculine side? And why exactly did he decide to go ahead with it in the first place?

‘Well it felt amazing!’ she thought with a sleazy smile, 'I really wouldn’t mind doing THAT again…’ her mind said with a purr. Stuart stretched out her topmost leg, keeping it folded across the other.

“And I’ll be damned if I’m not one sexy slice of ass,” she said with a hooded grin, admiring the shapeliness of the limb. Stuart balled her fists and began to screw them into the side of her head.

“No, dammit! NOT sexy! Not OK!!!” she growled, flicking her leg off the other and standing up straight.

“That’s it, pony time is over!” she declared to the empty house. Stuart strode purposefully out of the living space and into the hall, the lit screen of the office computer catching her eye on the way past.

“Well… these do cut in a bit, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to wreck them soon…” she mused, one hand going to her thigh where the tight black panties pinched a line in on her hips. “And I bet it’s going to start to get a little sore for these girls if I keep walking around without support…” she sounded out, justifying her thoughts to herself.

A short pause for consideration later, and she slid into her office chair before wincing as she sat on her tail. ‘Yep, tail now… gotta keep that in mind.’

She bought up a search engine with a few clicks of the mouse and entered a search for women’s clothing. She wouldn’t need anything fancy, just something practical to cover herself with and support her breasts.

Oh, and clothes that fit her better than guy’s clothes. She didn’t know if her ass would even fit in a pair of her old jeans, and it would be nice to have something cut correctly for her new shape that she could wear around the house and not be half naked…

She clicked through a few items before running into a fatal flaw in her plan. She had no idea what her size was. Or, as the sizing charts indicated, if they were even calculated the same way guys were! Clicking open a few new tabs, she entered searches for sizing charts, how to measure said sizes, and how the hell the cup sizing system actually worked. She was pretty sure the ‘ratings system’ she was used to using wasn’t entirely mathematically correct.

Stuart pulled out a yellow legal pad and began to take notes. She didn’t have anything like a dressmaker’s tape, so she’d have to improvise with a piece of rope or string. Did she need an ‘underwire’? She clicked open another tab and began to type. Leaning back reminded her of another point. She had a tail, would her clothes even fit? The pair of underwear she was wearing were starched taut and rode below where her tail was, but if she got a set that fit…

The pen scratched out a steady cadence as her eyes flicked between the screen and the pad, researching the finer points of sizing and what was available. Styles, features and matching capability with function, style with substance, she took it all in as she tapped away at her keyboard and filled pages with notes. It wasn’t until she noticed that she was moving the pad ever closer to the screen, and the area’s outside its borders were becoming increasingly dark, that the day had slipped away from her.

With a start, she realised that she hadn’t even started on the deep dive she was meant to be doing into the finances and holdings of the new store. Finalising a few of her notes, she flipped the written pages over and pulled out another yellow lined pad and placed it over top. Stuart closed the searches (not before flagging a few of the sites), and opened an email browser to access the business files within the shared work space.

Flipping open the previously discarded attaché case, she pulled out a small collection of thick folders and placed them in front of her. At a cursory glance, it looked much like every other store Stuart owned. They pretty much all ran the same, but on a closer inspection, she could start to see significant inefficiencies in the way the business ran. Worst of all, they were the same practices that were already in place, and that had been in place in all the other stores the whole time.

With a scowl, she leaned over to her filing cabinet and removed other similar folders. There was no doubt. Stuart had been running these stores the same way the whole time. Why it hadn’t been picked up on earlier had her stumped, but now they stood out as clear as day.

Pages flipped up in front of her as she compared practices, stock levels and pricing while she scribbled on the pad to her front. Squinting at some of the fine print on one page, she plucked it from the air and held it alongside another document to compare notes. As it was floating. In the air.

Stuart paused like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. Shifting her eyes around, several pieces of paper were also floating about her, surrounded by a faint sparkling blue aura. She slowly turned her head to see if there was anyone else in the room before noticing another glow just out of her vision above her. Slowly rolling her eyes up, she found a similar glow was coming from her horn.

The shock of the discovery caused the light to go out, followed immediately by the glow holding documents floating around her as they dropped to the floor.

‘H-holy shit!!! I can move things with my mind!?!’ Stuart blinked in astonishment, looking about the office. Now that it had stopped, she could feel the absence of the tingling sensation that had gone unnoticed from her horn. Looking between the papers and her horn, she let out a breath and concentrated on the feeling that had vanished when she’d dropped the papers.

Her horn began to glow with a sparkling blue aura and she drew in a breath. Ever so slowly, she looked from her horn and to the pages, and imagined picking one of them up from the floor. The page lifted effortlessly, and made it’s way over to her just as she had pictured. Looking about the room, she swept her gaze over the rest and they followed suit.

“Well… this’ll save time?” she half asked herself, shuffling them about in order as they floated in front of her. ‘So, I’m a MAGICAL transforming unicorn,’ she giggled to herself.

‘Alright princess, we have some serious corporate management to amend, and not a lot of time to do it,’ she thought, a determined look come upon her furred visage. ‘Time to make some changes around here…’

Author's Note

Ok, so. Originally I was going to post up just the first two chapters and have a whole bunch of other chapters up my sleeve to leave me a bit of headroom. However, it wasn't to be, and the Admin's wanted more pony in the story than what was published.

So you are getting the lot. Well, all up until I ran out of edited material. I think this is a good thing. Obviously the guys that are mods on here really care about the content on this site. They were very friendly to deal with and great in pointing me in the right direction, going right out of their way to help.

So good first impression, even if it does eat into my backlog :P

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