Author's Note

Scyphi yeeteth and Scyphi yoinketh away.

that mare allowed ponies to temporarily store things within her warehouse form every full moon at a small fee so to make some extra money?

Unnamed pony #1297231 ushered back the crowd. "Alright, alright, stand back now y'all. I can feel it coming. I can feel it in my bones. Stand clear until the transformation is done. All y'all here have paid already, yeah?"

There was a general murmur of agreement.

"Good. Can't let anybody else find us out here. Now then. Please wait patiently while I morb."

"What."

"Transform! I meant transform."

The full moon emerged from behind the clouds. The mare screeched in unholy tongues as her frame grew larger, bulkier, and more metallic in composition.

~~I could do a big funny and write a detailed transformation sequence of a pony turning into a warehouse right here, right now.~~

~~Screwit it's 2 am I'll do it.~~

Her eyes widened with an unnatural glow, growing in size and migrating outward with the widening of her face. They flickered for a moment before settling in their new positions as lights on either side of what was once her muzzle--now a massive garage door. Her jaw thickened and lowered as it planted itself into the ground, literally cementing itself as a solid floor formed where flesh once existed.

An earsplitting crack reverberated through the forest as her body hollowed out and solidified. For reasons called "I'm keeping this fic rated E", a magical miasma rose up around her, concealing her form until the transformation was complete.

"Oh sweet, a warehouse!"

The stallion behind the producer of that quip smacked them across the face. "You watched that mare turn into the warehouse. C'mon, let's get our boat out already."

~~wtf did I write~~