Pony Spirit TF Shorts

by Advisability

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Main 6, Second Person
Length: 1364

The spirits of ponies flit about life, and where they choose to land, become one with others. Here are the stories of those who Change.

The spirits of ponies flit about life, and where they choose to land, become one with others. Here are the stories of those who Change. Who become more, who meet their ponies with open arms and leave with open hooves.

Published 2024-02-17 19:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-02-17 19:40:00 UTC

Pinkie

Pinkie loves stopping by to help her friends, you included.

Every time she comes to you a crashing wave of silly, soft, wonderful joy floods your mind, and when she leaves, she always leaves a little more of it behind with you...

And you see it start to appear on your form bit by bit, the hair on your arms turning lighter and softer, the gait of your legs bending, and slowly, with every wave, a set of balloons beginning to etch itself more and more onto your flank...

Starting off so imperceptibly light, the picture slowly deepening more and more, never quite fully fading after she comes by and takes you for a ride...

Blue, yellow, blue...

Thin splashes of party color begin spreading more and more…

You try to hide it at first, wearing darker clothes and more layers, but every possession strips you of your vestments, and leaves you feeling fuzzier, your body a little thicker, and a little smaller to boot...

Soon the clothes don't fit anymore, and one day you realize with a start that you forgot to wear them at all, how silly...

At that point, your mind shudders and wavers a moment before snapping into bright, pink resolve: No more hiding! No more ignoring who you are, no more feeling ashamed of your silliness!

You come around to visit more frequently now, staying longer, enjoying your time together.

Clothes slowly disappear from their day to day, the spreading pink fur and shifting features rendering such things obsolete as her home becomes brighter, beginning to fill with sweet smells of sugar and icing as they take to baking, almost on habit…

You haven’t left in a long time, and you don’t really plan to, not as long as she enjoys it.

Humming a soft little party tune as you work, eventually moving to full on singing as your voice hitches higher, higher, higher…

Your mane curls and frizzes, massing into a beautiful pink poof, a soft tail of much the same slowly beginning to form, and bouncing as you move and prance about...

You’re glad you could help your friend have so much fun, and even more so that you could help them feel like themselves without shame.

The balloons on your flank brighten and shine, and as you set your hooves on the ground one morning...

You giggle, and decide to never look back.

Author's Note

Transcribed and edited from a ponification performed elsewhere.

Fluttershy

The woods are a wonderful sanctuary.

A gentle walk always eases your mind, always calms your thoughts…

This time however, this time is new.

A soft yellow spirit came to you, it slipped into your back, settling gently within, a soft whispering voice apologizing for the intrusion and gently wrapping about your mind...

But it's alright, you don't mind helping them along even a little bit.

It's a beautiful day, these woods and the birds within them a soft symphony in nature...

Your voice hums with the song, slowly trending higher...

You sit down, settling onto softer grass as the tips of your hair begin softly turning pink, the gentle song lilting through the threes, the humming matching her voice in your mind, slowly tuning together...

The birds come a little closer, curious, singing merrily as you clothes loosen, ill fitting now, and gently slide away.

The sun warms your skin, its light blooming soft yellow fur into place...

Your eyes drift closed, your ears quirking and witching as they pull to the top of your head, your voices in synchronicity...

Humming and singing with the wood, with the birds, with the wind...
your wings gently stretch, catching the sun…

And your legs follow suit, your form stepping further into the light at the center of a clearing...

Every ray of soft sunlight, every whisper of birdsong, every rustle of wind-in-leaves calming your thoughts further...

A bird slips, fluttering to the ground, and you open your eyes...
gently nudging it onto your hoof, you flutter your wings and place it once more on its branch, a soft nuzzle marking goodbye...

The woods are a wonderful sanctuary, and you are its caregiver.

Author's Note

Transcribed from ponifications performed elsewhere.

Rainbow

Dash came to you one day, as so often came before... needing to fly, aching to feel the burn in her wings and the strain on her legs...

With a smile and a memory of adrenaline you welcomed her in.

She pressed into your back, slipping through your limbs as you fell onto hands and knees, pushing your mind into an audience seat, front row, for her best stunt show yet!

Rippling pegasus muscle and sky blue fur sprouting, a tuft of prismatic mane over one magenta eye- And she's off!

Flying already, shredding through clouds with the wind like a roaring storm pushing back, higher, faster, further!

Stalling her wings midair and tilting back, she carves the sky in a loop de loop, pulling you along, slowly bleeding your feeling back into the body, flying with you!

Her mind echoing onto yours with ferocity and awesomeness intertwined, your thoughts slowly shifting...

A coarser voice, more open enthusiasm, and you beat your wings harder, pushing further, the rainbow on your flank shining in the light

Black clouds are no match as you bore straight through, cracks of searing lightning nothing against your speed, shattering the storm front with an all encompassing BOOM!

Two glittering rainbow halos sprouting behind you as you fly, cracking the storm clouds apart, moving faster than ever before, the burn of exercise in your wings, pushing you on!

Banking hard to the right as you circle the clouds, a whirlwind forming from your efforts as they condense together and collapse into water, a glittering shower bouncing the rainbows around, lighting the world in your colors!

Faster you fly, Slamming the air with your wings, up, up, up!

Punching through a cirrus cloud you angle yourself down into a helldive, a screaming rapturous flight at top speed, rainbow rings rippling along your path as you barely even out and-

ZOOM! Buzzing the treetops, rattling windows, the gale that follows in your wake scattering the leaves as you land!

You are Rainbow Dash, and that was bucking awesome.

Author's Note

Transcribed from ponifications performed elsewhere.

Rarity

The wardrobe is a daunting task, sometimes.

You've not much an eye for how things look, and you worry a lot about your appearance, especially with your parents harping on you about it so often...

A soft, sultry voice whispers in your mind, a gentle echo, pointing you in the right directions...

Shirt after shirt, passing through garments as the voice echoes and rises in volume, the roots of your hair gleaming with shine and immaculate care, the small of your back gently beginning to fuzz...

She guides your hands, matching color to color, mixing in dazzling splashed of contrast and glittering jewelry to make your eyes really quite shine darling~

Her hoof guides more and more, slipping into your hands as a soft tension builds in your forehead, a slow spiraling horn beginning to push outward...

her voice, your voice, is louder and clearer now with it in place, shirts turning to saddles and pants into tail-slip dresses...

You flit between a dozen odd accoutrements and raiments, each more dazzling than the last as your hooves pass between them, feeling their texture, their weight, breathability...

Your soft white fur gleams as you match fabrics against it's color, eagerly pushing for a more perfect complement...

Onyx? No, too oily, perhaps a nice chartreuse color...

ooh, that turns the thoughts to wine, to soirees and galas you'll attend, oh the dresses you'll need for those...

Your eyes dart to the sewing machine in your corner... Perfect.

Running textile and thread through patterns and weaves, layering cloth in delicate ruffles, jewel tones and pastels whirling about to contrast and compliment one another, hard work for a wonderful result.

A daunting task is nothing for the creative mind.

Such is the art of the dress, of course~

Author's Note

Transcribed from a ponification performed elsewhere.