Purple and Proud III

>Night It's Happening on Earth

 

>Be Anon

>I wonder what craziness will happen today? Life's been pretty unpredictable since Twilight sent me back here

>You contemplate if this is better or worse than Fluttershy

 

>Be Twilight Sparkle

>Anon has been avoiding you since yesterday

>This is ruining the observation list you are making

TS: Anon, do you remember the conditioner you purchased yesterday?

A: Yes, I still have it

TS: I think my mane could use a little treatment

>You want to keep Anon close and this seems like a perfect excuse

>Your coat is rather matted from not properly grooming it at any rate

A: I suppose I could help you... if you want me too

TS: Yes, Anon, I really do

A: OK, some non-sexual hair washing amongst friends

TS: N-non-sexual?

A: Yes, I felt it had to be said

TS: I never implied...

>A:  Implying you never

>You have come to accept this is how Anon expresses distress

TS: I just need some help with the, uh, hard-to-reach places

>Your laugh wobbles nervously

>Anon reads the bottle carefully and works it in circles in his hands

A: So, uh, yeah, this is easy enough. Whenever you're ready

>You're body is ready

>This should be no different than any other time you bathe

>You keep telling yourself that

>Anon is already preparing the shower

>The large, glass box fills with steam

>Anon adjusts the knobs a few times until he feels it is just right

A: OK, well, the shower is all ready

TS: Thank you

>You walk into the bathroom and stretch forward

TS: Let me just loosen up

A: For...?

TS: Silly, Anon, how can I take a bath before stretching?

A: I... I don't know. Good point?

>You stretch forward and bend your belly low

TS: There's nothing quite as nice as warm bath

A: Well, it's more of a shower

>You stretch each hind leg and then your neck

TS: Yes, shower. Amazing how you can have hot water flow in your home without magic or somep0ny pumping it from Cloudsdale

A: Ah, shucks. I try

>You step into the glass box and your hooves clack against the floor tiles

>Water pours over you and your fur sags

>You mane droops down over your eyes

>Before you can uncover your face, you feel human hands on your back

>Anon lathers your coat from your front to your flank

>The hot water pouring down starts to relax your muscles

>You rest your weight on your hooves and allow Anon to clean your fur

A: Your fur's thicker than I realized

>He prods a little harder with his hands

>The feeling of his fingers caressing your skin is so relaxing

A: I'm going to start working on your mane, OK?

>You can barely speak and weakly nod your approval

>Anon takes your mane in his skilled hands and works it apart

>You feel his cool fingers and the contrast of the hot water is exhilarating

>His hands work up towards your head and ears

>Anon's right hand takes your right ear and flicks at the inside

>You quiver a bit as he massages your scalp

A: Just, ehh, just tell me if I'm being too rough

TS: You're, oh! You're doing fine

>You pant as he takes your ears in his hands and rubs them gently

>Soap and dirt pour off you as Anon works more shampoo down your mane

A: This conditioner could burn your eyes, so keep them closed for a little

>You shut your eyes and lower your head a bit

>The heat disorients you with your eyes closed as does the rubbing

>Who knew human hands felt so good?

>You feel a blob of conditioner hit your mane

>Anon takes long bundles of your wild mane and runs conditioner and water through them

TS: T-thank you, again, A-Anon

>He seems too focused to reply

>You feel that your mane is almost finished when Anon's hand suddenly catches your horn

>You snap back in surprise

TS: A-Anon!

>He strokes your horn with a handful of shampoo

>The lubrication feels so right, but you know this is so wrong

A: Hmm, yeah?

>You cannot speak as Anon expertly "cleans" your horn

TS: Ah, ha, h-horn, haah!

>Anon doesn't follow

A: Oh, sorry, haha, I didn't mean to be so rough. I'll go easier on you

>Anon loosens his grip on your horn and strokes it in a one long, agonizingly slow pump

>Your legs brace as your body betrays you

TS: N-n-no...

>You barely whisper

>All you can think of is a stallion with his warm mouth around your horn

>A strong stallion with a beautiful black coat and flowing, wild mane

TS: A-Anon... s-s-stop...

>You moan quietly

>You're body convulses as a pulse of pent-up magic is released without control

>It ricochets from the gleaming tiles with the a crackling sound and heads toward Anon

>[See Proud and Purple II, paragraph 4, line 104]

>Anon is engulfed by the energy

>You spin around as you come to your senses

>Anon's being distorts and shakes

A: My hips are moving on their own!

>Anon doubles over into a ball and screams out in pain

>His entire body is obstructed by the light of magical energies

TS: Anon, no! I didn't mean to!

>You don't know what spell you may have cast

>You thump a hoof to your head to try and jog your memory

>Anon's scream subsides as the light fades

>You plead to Celestia that you didn't cast a vaporizing spell

A: Wha... what happened?

>You stare with wide eyes and a hanging jaw

A: Twily... did you get taller?

>You transmogrified Anon into a stallion!

>On the one hoof, this is incredible and praiseworthy. On the other, this is terrible and you have no idea how to reverse it

A: MagicHorn, hello? Are you in there?

>Anon waves his now-hoof in your face

>He freezes in place, hoof extended

A: Tw-Tw-Tw-Twilight!

TS: Oh, oh, this is no good. Oh no, just... don't move Anon!

>Anon stays perfectly still

TS: OK, OK, I have an idea. We'll just... We'll, get the Princess... No, umm, ahh

>You hang your head

TS: I just don't know what to do

A: Can I move?

TS: What? Oh, yes

>Anon relaxes his muscles for a moment

A: OK, so... I am a pony now... this is odd. How'd you do this spell?

>You look crossed with Anon

TS: It's your fault! If you didn't... didn't touch my horn!

A: Well, excuuuuuuse~ me, princess. I didn't magic me into a pony!

TS: Don't yell at me! I should be yelling at you! What were you thinking?

A: I was thinking of washing your mane! Why'd you turn me into a horse!?

TS: I didn't mean to!

A: But, you did!

>You try to rationalize the situation

TS: Time out. This seems like a large set back for my study and for your... life

>Anon rolls his eyes at you

TS: However, I think I can fix this

>Anon looks sternly at you

A: Think of something fast. I can't even keep my face on straight

>Anon's mask hangs from half his head

A: And I am afraid to touch it with these... hooves. I can't afford to rip it

TS: I can... take it off for you and put it away safely?

>Anon hesitates for a moment and bows his neck a bit

>You carefully slide the mask around his elongated head

>Anon looks back at you with sad eyes

A: Just put -me- on the counter, with the towels

TS: Yes, Anon

>You comply with Anon without question

>Anon steps out of his human clothing and struts about

A: This really isn't so hard. Kind of reminds me of walking up stairs when I was little

>You watch him gain his bearings on his new body

>His strong, new body

>With his jet black coat that reminds you of his suit and his long, brown mane

>He turns about himself and swishes his tail in your direction

TS: Oh, sorry, what did you want?

>He looks up

A: I didn't say anything

TS: You just waved to me. No, wait. This is your first time being a pony

A: And the only time...

>He attempts to stand on two hooves

TS: Anon, you shouldn't stress your new body so soon

>You plead with him to stop showing off

>You don't think you can handle seeing any more of this new body

A: Pony perspective is weird. Do you all see in such hypersensitive color patterns?

TS: Well, it's only recently discovered that ponies have four cones in each eye and a greatly enhanced view of the light spectrum compared to that of other animals like goats that only have two cones.

>Anon blinks a few times

A: That would explain these extra crazy colors I am seeing. What about the rods? Even in this dank apartment, my eyes are well lit

TS: Very astute, Anon. Yes, ponies have excellent low-light vision. Just take it easy with quickly changing lighting. A flash could be very disorienting

A: Hopefully, I don't get time to learn about this

>Anon stands on his back legs again before wobbling and falling back to four

A: Hey, Twilight. What was your plan to get me back to normal?

TS: I was thinking we just need to use the transmogrifying spell again to make you human again

A: Oh, that's great. You know that one. Lay it on me

>Anon stands closer to you

>He retains his ability to radiate a chilling aura

A: So fire at will, TwiBright!

>You turn your face away for a moment

TS: I, uh, I can't

A: Pardon?

TS: Well, it takes a powerful release of magic to change something as complex as a human. I am very tired now and I don't think I can do it

>Anon grumbles and stamps him front hoof

A: I suppose we have enough food and things here to not worry about starving. Everything seems to be in order. How long will it take you to regain your strength?

TS: A goodnight sleep will do it. Maybe a good breakfast as well

A: I can't promise I'll be cooking tomorrow morning

TS: I understand. I won't be observing you until you are back to your original form either. The data would just be corrupted in this way

>Anon's tail swishes from side to side

>His powerful tail... lashing against his muscular flank

A: Twily?

TS: Oh, yes, Anon?

A: You're, um, you're drooling. Kind of looking dangerously 'Fluttershy' right now...

TS: Oh. Oh! No! Nothing like that. I am just tired! Yeah, tired! Ha ha, well, better hit the hay and get you turned back into your old human self!

>You turn from Anon and start to walk away

A: Whoa, Twilight... is that -you-?

>Oh no, he's accustomed to his other senses already!

A: It's... it's not entirely unpleasant

>Anon follows his nose wherever it goes

TS: Anonymous, I have to be honest with you

A: Oh, so we're starting that now?

TS: The spell I used was caused by my fantasizing about a stallion when you were... err, 'working' my horn

A: I didn't know that's how unicorns work. I've only ever encountered one other horned animal and I wasn't going to attempt to whack off a bull. Horns or any other part, really

TS: I... I don't know what came over me. I am not suppose to have these urges

A: Oh, ho! Little MagicHorn is a bit more horny than she lets on

>Anon chuckles and holds a hoof to his muzzle

TS: It's a matter of refinement. Princess Celestia said, "[T]hat until I can control my baser urges, I can't move on to the next lessons in magic"

A: Whoa... Celestia can't have "relations"?

>Anon attempts to air-quote without human hands

A: Anyways, have you ever even been with anyone?

TS: You mean, "anyp0ny", and no. I never had time to pursue a relationship. It's... it's not something good pupils do

>Anon looks at you with hard eyes

>You stare back and see for the first time his eyes are a brilliant shade of blue

>You can't help but feel small when such a powerful stallion has you pinned

>Anon breaks his gaze and strides to you with an unbelievably fluid movement

A: So, -you- changed -me- into a stallion and now spill your guts about your personal life

TS: T-that's not it

>Anon is so close to you that you feel the coldness emitting from him

>He rubs his strong body against your own

>You brace against him as he circles you

A: I can't believe how you smell. I really shouldn't be playing with you this much

TS: P-playing?

A: It was kind of annoying when you messed up my pants days ago, but knowing how rough you've been on yourself is making this really funny. Do you... ever, like, fap?

TS: W-what does t-that mean?

>You can't seem to move your legs with Anon circling you

>He stops at your left side

A: You know, like, touched yourself or maybe rubbed your own horn?

TS: P-Princess Cel-lestia told m-me never t-to...

>You feel Anon's face move dangerously close to your tail

A: I have a lesson about humans for you here

>You barely breathe

A: Humans cannot smell other humans this well. I don't know how you survive around other ponies

>It's nearly impossible

>You think of all the time you spend locked away from every other pony

TS: A-Anon... what a-are...

>You choke as he grabs your tail in his mouth

>You feel his eyes sizing up your shameful body

>He must be thinking of how weak you are right now

>Before you know it, he is face to face with you

A: So, wow. I got to give you credit on having this much resistance!

>You shudder and gasp as your breathing returns to normal

A: I never experienced smells and sights so powerfully before. Humans have such dull senses compared to you ponies

TS: That's... nice... I should... take notes...

>Your heart is beating furiously in your throat

A: OK then, I am going to grab an apple

>As Anon walks away, you focus on his muscled rump

>His stride is so graceful and those legs look so strong

>You think he could have taken your mare-hood whenever he wanted and you'd be powerless

>The more you think about Anon forcing himself upon you, the worse your body gets

TS: Wh-what is w-wrong with me?

>You fall to your rump andbreathe deeply

TS: I... I can't break my word to Celestia. Oh, but, Anon is... he could be... I need to finish that portal if I hope to get home in one piece.

>You see Anon crashing his new body around the kitchen

>Maybe... just a little encounter... it will be quick...

>Celestia doesn't have to know

>It's decided then

>Princess Sparkle will examine the practical applications of stallions in the morning