Integration

Integration. Lyra seemingly was right when she said it’s perfectly harmless. The name could use some work though. But I still have no idea what the process is.

Lyra was trotting alongside me, her hooves clip-clopping along the tile floor. Her flanks were bouncing happily, and she had the biggest grin I’d ever seen plastered on her face. She was walking at the same, brisk pace I was; that is, fast.

I endeavored to break the overwhelming silence.

“Sooooo… What is ‘integration’, exactly?”

“It’s… Well, you know how caterpillars make a cocoon and transform into a beautiful butterfly? It’s like that, but there’s no cocoon involved, and you’re not a caterpillar. Also it’s a lot faster than that metamorphosis.”

“So what, I’ll become a butterfly?”

“No…”

She stopped walking and looked up at me.

“You’ll become Ponykin, like me!”

She started trotting down the hallway again.

“Oh, okay. That’s- WAIT, WHAT?”

“Look, you don’t want to be trapped down here for your entire life, do you?”

“I… I suppose not.”

We kept walking and entered a large room filled with rather… medieval-dungeon-esque implements. In the center of the room was a raised platform with 4… well, I’d like to say boots, but they were mechanical, and looked like they were designed to clamp down onto a pony’s hooves when they stepped in them. The mechanisms intrigued me, but that was apparently not my destination.

Another Unicorn mare entered the room, and nodded to Lyra who left from whence she came. My new guardian seemed much more serious and detached than Lyra was. Her hair was put up in a bun and she wore a tight leather catsuit.

“My name is Fatale. Welcome to Integration.”

She lead me over to a chair that had straps on its armrests and down in the front for my legs, as well as a neck restraint that looked truly

“This is the integration chair. It’s designed to keep you still for the entirety of the process. You’ll be fitted with a collar that will inject the serum directly into your Jugular Vein. Once the injection is completed, the collar will automatically cauterize the site to prevent bleeding and disconnect. The transformation process will then be activated by an enchanted gem. The magic will scan your innermost personality traits and select a form and species for you automatically. Your name and Cutie Mark will assert itself about 2 days after the fact.

“It will hurt. The pain will be excruciating and unbearable. The serum includes a cocktail of muscle relaxants and neuropeptide blockers to mitigate the agony somewhat, but it still will hurt. A lot.”

“Remind me again why I’m doing this?” I asked sarcastically.

“You have no choice.”

“Riiiiiiight.”

I complied and she sat me on the chair. She bent over and secured my leg restraints firmly before tightening the wrist straps. My chest was then likewise strapped down tightly. She tapped a nearby computer console and the collar encircled my neck.

“Any tips for surviving this with my sanity intact?”

“Pray to whatever god you believe in.”

“Umm… I don’t exactly have one, per se.”

“Then godspeed.”

My neck shifted as the needle went to work.

Oh god, did that serum burn! It continued injecting its bounty for several minutes, and my veins felt like they were made of pure, white-hot magma.

I screamed and struggled against my bonds, tears falling down my face.

Finally, the serum stopped coming.

“Ha… Hu… Is that it?” I stammered.

“Nope.” Fatale said coldly before activating the gem.

Every nerve ending lit up with an unholy fusion of agony and pleasure. My body shifted around, it structure rearranging itself. Bones broke and reformed, skin stretched and rippled about.

Throughout my sensory haze, a single voice sounded.

“You’re one difficult man to find, Joseph.

Discord?

“Oh yes. Don’t forget our deal, human. I’ll be waiting. And watching.”

I blacked out.

***

Fatale was lost in her thoughts.

Hmm… This one is different. He actually stayed awake through most of the process. He is resilient. Hardy. He would make a good Earth Pony or Pegasus.

The agonizing transformation had left Joseph unconscious after about halfway into the process. Now, his blacked out body just slumped in the chair, unmoving. He no longer had ‘arms’. In fact, he only had four legs. His body was colored a bright orange, and an unkempt mane capped his head in its black sheen. His tail was likewise colored and fell down between his rear legs.

Fatale had a unique perspective with this sort of transformation. One thing that stood out right away to the discerning mare was the converted human’s genitalia. For one thing, the balls were positively massive. Sure,the size of his actual colthood wasn’t anything to shake at, but those balls. Those bucking balls. They were the size of oranges, and gravity pulled them down to the floor, upgrading their ostensible size to grapefruits.

The naturally dominant mare allowed herself to stick her tongue out and drool a bit.

Scrumptious.

***

My head throbbed with pressure.

“Soooooo,” Fatale pined, her demeanor considerably warmer.

“That a basketball between your thighs or are you just really happy to see me?”

I peered down and saw that, yes, I had indeed become a pony. My legs were stout but thick, and my body was pretty buff, if I do say so myself.

But… Wait, Basketball?

My gaze shifted downwards, past my broad chest, and onto…

What. The. Fuck?

Yeah. I was 100% Pony. Even - neigh, especially - the naughty bits.

Author's Ramble:
In their tongue, he is Ponehkiin, PONYBORN! HE'S THE LORD! F*CKING COOL, OH MY GOD, ME GUSTA! HE'S NOT GAAAAAAAAAAYY! (yes he is) OOOOH MY GOOOOD!!!

*Runs out of the room while all his favers chase him*