Convention Conversion (TG clop)

"What the shi--" I yelped and tried to twist away from my attackers. The happy convention feeling was immediately dispelled by the adrenaline rush of being attacked. As I tried to make a run for it I felt strong arms grab me from behind.

"Don't worry newbie," the guy from before said pleasantly. "We love new ponies here."

As he said that I felt a powerful throb through my body, centering on the place the needle had punctured me. Pins and needles played over my skin which sweated with fever. I opened my mouth to scream but instantly felt it stuffed with something soft and dry - a toilet roll. Shortly after, to my terror, I felt something sharp press against my neck. "Try that again and I'll fucking end you." a gruff sounding male voice said. I nodded mutely, gulping into the dry obstruction in my mouth.

"Good girl." said the voice from before.

I hung limp against my captors the pins and needles feeling passed through me.

The man from before, the ring-leader, came round to my front. He placed a hand on my burning face. I looked at him pleadingly and eventually he released the dry obstruction in my mouth. "Wh-what do you want? My wallet's in my pants..." I gasped, realising that struggle was pointless.

The man smirked, "Shhh, don't be upset. You'll soon be with friends."

As he said that the feeling that had been building since I had been punctured me intesified around my crotch. The tingling seemed to penetrate into my centre where it grew, creating an almost unbearable pressure outwards. My knees buckled akimbo at the forceful expansion as my burning thighs fought against the pressure. The person who had been holding my hands released them and I stumbled forward into the bathroom. I tried to move towards the door, but could barely make a crab-legged hobble. Rather than humiliate myself further I asked my assailants what they wanted.

By way of an answer the ringleader deftly unbuttoned my fly, releasing the pressure on my crotch. He teased my dark jeans down my thighs. I felt another person behind me pushing the jeans down over my ass.

"When will she change?" asked one of the men, gawking at me. Wanting to scream back, I could only grunt drunkenly under the influence of the drug they had put me.

I choked down a scream as the tingling grew to painful intensity in my rear. I felt a sick feeling as something pushed out from my ass and strained against my boxers. This elicited a woop from my tormentors.

"A fucking tail! She's grown a tail. That's amazing! Fuck that's so hot!"

Terrified of what was coming, and sensing that they were distracted, I decided to make a break for it at that moment. I wriggled free of the immediate muscle holding me and was close to the door... but my jeans were still round my feet. As I tried to run for the door I fell, struggling with the restrictive leg-wear, my new tail shot sparks of pain as I fell onto it.