-The Get Chapter 10-

-The Get Chapter 10-

 

Confusion is the last thing you remember. Why were you confused? You can't recall as your mind drifts softly through a veil of darkness. There's only one question plaguing you: What had just happened? Your face contorts while you strain your brain to remember; desperate to playback the past few minutes. Nothing prevailed.

 

Silently battling this abrupt amnesia, your senses gradually become more aware of your current situation, and what an utterly bewildering sensation it was. Are you awake or dreaming right now? You can't tell. Perhaps this was one of those... what do they call it? A 'lucid experience'? If it truly is a lucid dream you're having then are you in control over everything? Time to find out, starting with your own limbs.

 

Attempting to move an arm proves to be a struggle, the elbow joint rigidly locked in place. It was an experience akin to sleep paralysis, something you had encountered many times on those long-lie weekends. In those instances you'd relentlessly try to shake your body until the Devil gave up. That's what your mother had always said sleep paralysis was - the Devil sitting on your body. Strange euphemism, sure, but actually felt quite accurate.

 

After a few seconds the paralysis steadily loses its grip over your body, and immediately your eyes snap open - What's going on? More importantly, are you now awake? You must be, yet... quickly scanning the surroundings doesn't reveal any recognizable landmarks. Instead a plain of white greets you.

 

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Huh... this is a first. You sit up and survey the vast nothingness in all directions. What is this place? There's no sky visible and yet the whole area is bathed in sunlight; the surrounding air feeling neither cool or warm.

 

Raising an apprehensive hand to examine the pristine ground, you quickly retract it in alarm. To your utter astonishment you had just caught a glimpse of a familiar figure lying motionless on the ground. No way. Kneeling for a closer inspection revealed that the figure was... you. At least, the female form that you know associated yourself with.

 

What the utter fuck?

 

This doesn't make any sense; how can you see yourself in 3rd-person? Bending over on all fours to get a closer look at the body only confirms that, it is indeed, you. The facial shape was identical, the now-ginger hair flowed gracefully across the ground, the offensive "20M" cutie mark on the hip plainly visible. Her naked form made the identification easy, albeit making the whole situation awkward. This can't be possible - if you can see yourself lying on the ground then who are 'you' currently?

 

You glance at your hands. The familiar sight of hair running up your arms greets you, leading to wrinkled and slightly dry-skinned knuckles. In a frenzy you stand up to examine your body thoroughly. Short, thick hair - check; lanky arms - check; knobbly knees - check; dangling package - check. Your stomach leaps in excitement - you've been restored, you're male again!  

 

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Stunned, you take a moment to process all this: You can't recall how you got here; you can see your female-self lying motionless before you; you appear to be tied to a body that looks exactly how you used to before you stumbled into Equestria. Had the transformation process somehow regressed? No... something much stranger was going on here.

 

The smile and optimism you had briefly harbored sails away; Where WAS this? What WERE you? Something wasn't right as you start feeling disturbed by this whole situation. Prickling fear travels up the back of your neck as, once again, you stare down at the lifeless female in front of you. This was like something from the Twilight zone. Twilight...?

 

As soon as the name crosses your mind an instant tirade of anger washes over you; your hands clench into fists so tight that the nails dig right into your palm. Why the hell does that name provoke such a sudden, violent reaction? If only your mind wasn't so fogged at the moment you wish, as groggily you try to file through your brain for an answer. It didn't want to cooperate.

 

Frustrated, you slump to the ground to sit next to your lifeless female counterpart. Was she real? While touching an unconscious girl was in the 'potentially creepy' territory, it's not like there was anyone around to see it. You hesitate. What if you prod her? Maybe she'll wake up, maybe even provide needed answers.

 

"Fuck it" comes your final thought as you boldly extend a determined index finger.

 

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In all honestly you thought trying to wake your female doppelganger was a fruitless endeavor. Expecting no reaction you firmly jab a finger into her side, only meeting the cold touch of her skin. At least, you thought you'd met it, until you notice your entire hand passes right into her side. Holy fuck.

 

Disturbed, yet intrigued, you move closer to examine this strange phenomenon. Sure enough you're moving your hand cleanly through her chest and stomach as if she was made of nothing more than vapor. What the hell was this? Trying to piece this current clusterfuck together draws one conclusion: This is all a dream. It had to be. Christ, your head was starting to pound.

 

In fact, the tips of your fingers were pounding too. The sudden sensation of 20 paper cuts slashing into existence at the side of your nails causes you to yelp, withdrawing your hand as you flinch. Shit, what'd you just do? A quick examination shows no immediate signs of damage on your hands as far as you can see, yet there's definite, agonizing pain emanating from around the nails. It felt as though they were somehow growing sideways, forcefully detaching the surrounding skin.

 

Hurriedly flicking your fingers through the air in an attempt soothe the invisible - but growing - irritations in your flesh, your eyes stray back to the figure on the floor. You double-take, shocked by what you see; your stomach feeling as if it has been flooded with ice.

 

The hands on the female doppelganger are contorting.

 

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Stunned, you watch as her nails slowly protrude outwards like foul worms. At the same time it feels as if your own nails are growing. Yet, as you glance down at your hand there's nothing visually abnormal - what was going on? It was like you were some kind of antenna tuned to receive experiences transmitted from other people. That's when the penny drops. Shit.

 

Aghast at your realization you take a step back - the female lying on the ground WAS you. She had to be the representation of your physical form. As for the male form you currently resided in... the words "You're still you on the inside, no matter what you may look like" echo from the depths of your mind. Who'd spoke those words of wisdom to you? You can't remember, but it draws you to a ludicrous, utterly bizarre and ridiculous conclusion: You were, currently, your conscious.

 

That explained everything; how else could you be male again? How else could you see, and more importantly, sense what's happening around you? That has to mean this whole situation is playing out in your head. Does that make it real?

 

Before you get time to dwell further on this strange theory, searing pain gushes from the tips of your fingers. Wincing as discomfort reaches maximum you hastily tuck your fingers under your armpits - why do small cuts always sting the most? What was happening to your physical form to cause these sharp pains? Deep down, in your heart of hearts, you knew. You fucking knew. This was it, the end of the line.

 

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Not now. Not like this. Your pulse quickens, panic bubbling violently in your chest. Vile thoughts drift before you as the magnitude of the current situation resonates. The first basic instinct surfaces: run. Where to? In the brief moments your eyes had strayed from the ground you hadn't seen either an exit or entrance to this place. Frantically looking over your shoulders doesn't help; the surrounding nothingness leaving you stranded.

 

Giving your female form a last fearful glance you take in more details of her right hand. It was revolting. Her fingernails - as if suddenly possessed - were growing untamed; their length sprouting far beyond the fingertip's boundaries. Yet, instead of going outwards the nails were instead doubling-back, curling into the palm of the hand. Worst still, you can sense the ghost of this disfiguration on your own hand. It's horrific, as if sharp razor blades were being dug under each fingernail; violently twisting and ripping your sturdy keratin nails off the soft flesh beneath. Your knees buckle as sickness threatens to engulf you.

 

Landing flat on your rump unfortunately gives you a front-row seat of the abomination before you. The nails that had tightly curled into the palm were now congealing; forming a single, solid unit. Was that... a hoof? No, no fucking away. Heart thumping, barely able to catch your breath, you try to scramble back onto your feet. No success, the remaining strength draining from your body. How do you stop this?!

 

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Then a new sensation begins; a sensation so soothing and unique it's unlike anything you've ever experienced. Pleasurable warmth and comfort slowly caress your body, as if dreamily sinking into a luxurious, viscous liquid. Every inch of skin bathed in this new force subsequently became relieved of all anxiety. This bewildering - yet relaxing - sensation seems to originate from the scalp, and instinctively you run a fumbling hand through your hair trying to locate a source.

 

Ignoring how long and thin your hair had suddenly felt, you fail to pinpoint what's causing this euphoric vibe to gush through you. The sensation is a complete contrast to the relentless, bitter stinging that continued radiating from each ruined fingernail. On the contrary, this new feeling was... enjoyable, hell, even pleasurable. It was overpowering, causing all will to fighting to ebb away. With each passing second you become less aware of the surroundings and much less aware of any pain, the mysterious relaxing force beginning to coat your face and neck.

 

Your brain begins to feel fluffy; all negative emotions of stress and panic are pushed away deep inside. Clumsily you bring both hands to your head, placing them above your ears to cradle your skull. It was like your brain was being massaged from the inside, somehow causing the roof of your mouth to tingle in a sensual way. You barely take notice of the euphoric sensation trickling into your ears. What's... happening?

 

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Should you be embracing this unearthly experience? Doubt fails to rise in your mind, instead goosebumps rising over your torso; the tingling force reaching the back of your neck and continuing to travel lovingly down your spine. These sensations were on parallel with someone softly blowing in your ear or running a smooth finger down your back - triggering shivers that make your scalp prickle; making the roof of your mouth contract pleasurably.

 

You can't fight this anymore - like reaching the point of no return before a climax. The soothing ecstasy flowing over your body was - if it hadn't already - winning you over. Thoughts stubbornly try to batter their way through your thickly-coated mind, but don't reach their goal as you remain deeply spaced out.

 

The experience continues as invisible hands stroke under your neck and chin, clasping around your mouth. At the same time the base of your ears steadily grow warm. Warmer. In fact, the flesh securing them to your head was bubbling, melting as delicately as hot butter. Sensing this you dully try to scratch your ear like a sleepy dog fighting a irksome fly. Instead, it brings to your attention that your ear has started to slowly drift further up your head. Uh oh. No, this has to stop! But... try as you might to get upset, angry or even depressed at the current situation, it just wasn't enough. Even the orange-furred ears you spot sprouting on your female form's head doesn't provoke the right reaction anymore.

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Were your true emotions being suppressed by the continuous ecstasy invading your body? Just as you start trying to form a debate, it engulfs your shoulders and chest. Powerful, thrilling spasms begin to reverb through your rib cage and diaphragm; apparently the hollowness inside your chest acting as an successful amplifier. With each passing moment the pleasure only grew stronger, building up to a point where your stomach felt full-to-bursting with butterflies, leaving you squirming helplessly. Drool uncontrollably leaks from your mouth as it begins to grows numb, your teeth and tongue reshaping to the will of the euphoric sensations.

 

No other thoughts were being processed by your brain anymore; only the positively-sensual pleasure that was emanating from all over your body were filtered through. Was this what it felt like to have your brain shut down? Or was it closer to a full-body orgasm? A sudden flick at the top of your head distracts you from the question, but before you can investigate it your knees buckle further into themselves. It's a good thing you're already sprawled weakly on the ground because at that precise moment your legs started twisting and snapping into the wrong position. Strangely it wasn't uncomfortable at all, each bone-grinding twitch feeling like a long, luxurious stretch.

 

Trying to regain your composure you awkwardly attempt to sit up - continuing to lie on your back might make for a difficult position to recover if this continued.

 

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Sitting up, the heavenly tingles stroke the base of your spine. The delicate skin on the small of your back tenses up, so much so that you actually feel the skin twitching. Discomfort follows as the muscles cramp up and itch uncontrollably, it was like your skin was desperate to sneeze. Attempting to scratch your own back ends in failure as you come to realize: You fingers aren't cooperating; you can't bend your arms that far back anymore. The time to be concerned about such things had long passed; all that mattered now was this itch you couldn't scratch.

 

Begging for release works, as all suddenly something soft and silky bursts dramatically from the small of your back. Damn, it felt so satisfying. Did you just shit yourself? No... something ticklish is flowing from the base of your spine. Groggily you turn round to view what'd just escaped your body, but the large tongue expanding in your mouth proved to be too distracting. It throbbed uncomfortably; your mouth suddenly being too small to accommodate it. For the first time in a while panic begins to surface: what if you choke?

 

Deep breaths. In through the nose, out from the mouth. This only makes you aware that air isn't entering your nose from the proper location. Tenderly placing a heavy hand on your face to examine your new complexion, you are instead met with a solid hoof. Hoof? Something inside you screams. You ignore it, too deeply entranced by the pleasuring vibrations playing with your body like dough.

 

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Unable to contain the pure ecstasy coursing through your veins you end up crumpling back onto the ground writhing and squirming in place. The overly-large tongue that had threatened to ruin the moment gradually deflates; had your mouth shrunk? Lolling onto your back causes something to brush your legs, and in awe you stare at the bushy red-haired tail flicking before you. The tail's movement disturbs the air, creating a small breeze that draws your attention to the slightly damp area between your legs. Was that... what you think it is?

 

Sudden pressure at the base of your ankle takes you by surprise; your heel progressively sinking into the base of your foot. At the same time, the nails on your toes start to imitate what your fingernails had done previously - growing beyond control and curling tightly back into your foot. There was no pain this time, but instead the luxurious sensation of a generous foot massage. You let out stifled moans of satisfaction, only then realizing how heavily you'd been breathing.

 

Deciding to take it slower, you try taking another deep breath of relaxation. However, the resulting sigh gets lost in transition as at that moment the whole of your neck starts to constrict; the walls of your throat vibrating and tickling unpleasantly. Your panting quickly turns into coughing in a bid to dislodge this itch. Your head tilts upwards as with a powerful stretch your neck grows both longer and thicker, your trachea opening wider quelling the itch.

 

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It was done; your body had finally stopped convulsing and grinding. All that remained were sensual tingles and internal fluttering. Silently, you beg for some kind of release, the muscles in your perineum were in a fierce spasm and it felt so good. God, you were so close, so desperate for a climax, yet... nothing. This scenario brought a bout of déjà vu.

 

Your rational mind had remained subdued from the tantalizing pleasure; your conscious having willfully submitted to the godly sensations brought by the birth of your new body. During the entire experience nothing had mattered to you as long as the tingles didn't stop. Now they had.

 

Begrudgingly, you roll your heavy head in the direction of your female self. There didn't appear to be of her left anymore; instead a small, orange-colored mass was laying there, its limbs still twitching. Was that... a pony?

 

Still sprawled flat-out on the ground, you gaze moves upwards. Your brain was numb; still in awe of the ecstatic pleasure that'd washed right through you. It was the best thing you'd ever felt in your life. Lost in thought, the basking sunlight that'd been surveying the scene starts to recede; darkness beginning to expand lovingly in the light's wake. For you the darkness was comforting, acting like a stimulus you'd been waiting for. With one last sigh of satisfaction your eyes close and immediately the world around you dissolves as, once again, your mind softly goes through a veil of darkness.

 

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Not long after, you jerk awake with a sharp gasp. What were you just dreaming about? Ugh, what time was it?

 

Opening a bleary eye shows you're in a dark room, though from the pale moonlight glowing behind the curtain you knew immediately where you were - home. Well, as close to home as it gets in Equestria.

 

That's funny... you don't remember going to bed last night. Or what you'd had for dinner. Or infact, anything. More importantly: why was your forehead feeling damp? You rack your brain trying to fill in the missing details. Wasn't there... a party or something last night? Maybe you'd been a little too aggressive with the punch. No, that can't be right - pony punch doesn't contain alcohol. Huh...

 

As much as you'd love to remain snuggled in bed trying to work out why your memory was patchy, at the moment there was a burning in your bladder that needed to be dealt with, pronto. Letting loose a giant yawn, you try to prop yourself up and out of the futon with an elbow. Immediately it becomes clear that something isn't right with your body. No, in fact something is horribly wrong. The yawn had drawn attention to the fact that both the shape and size of your mouth are completely incorrect from what they should be - your tongue and jaw felt much longer than before. The elbow you'd been trying to prop yourself up with wasn't articulating as it should, leaving you to wiggle helplessly on the spot. Oh fuck, what was happening?

 

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Disorientation and panic getting the better of you, you hastily try dislodging the source of dampness from your forehead. Was this a wet... towel? You can't tell what it is because you can't feel it properly, your fingers failing miserably; so miserably that you can't even wiggle them. Holding your arm up against the thin moonlight reveals that it now ends in a stump. Where's your hand?! Now was the time to freak the fuck out if ever there was one. Starting by flailing madly on the spot, your free-flying leg makes contact with a soft body that lets out a little "Oof!"

 

You freeze in place - chest rising and falling rapidly at the gruesome discovery of your mutated body. Even your breathing felt different, the stuffy air your nose was intaking was much further from your face than usual, and taking longer to travel to your lungs.

 

"Dee?" comes a voice. You can only respond in a weak whimper as you grieve your hands. Apparently whimpering was deemed as an appropriate response as suddenly a candle is lit. To your surprise you're met face-to-face with Applejack.

 

"So ya'll are finally awake! Were ya the one who just done bucked my rump?"

 

Why was she smiling down at you? Couldn't she see you were in mortal peril? You'd say something but you can't form words. Something expressed in your face makes Applejack frown.

 

"Ah, seems ya don't recall what's happened... Well..." she hesitates.

 

"Applejack, is that you talking?" comes a tone you recognize as Rarity's.

 

"He's awake."

 

-

 

This statement is met with a brief silence; a silence where you hear the sickening sound of a new powerful heart pounding into your chest. You start to feel faint, your mind unable to even begin comprehending what's happened. A blue light fills the room, and at once the darkness is banished. Rarity - whose horn was the source of the light - quickly shuffles over.

 

Attempting to maintain deep, calm breaths you turn your head to Rarity. Immediately the first thing you notice is how much bigger she's now looking. Usually the little ponies came up to your only waist at most... well, maybe mid-stomach in the passing month. Still, now Rarity and Applejack were much taller and broader. Hell, Applejack might even even be bigger than you are now. How'd that happen?

 

"Dear?"

 

Rarity's voice calls out catching you off-guard. You try your best to look her in the eye, but soon enough you regret it. Something in Rarity's expression was cold, as if she didn't recognize the person lying before her. On a closer inspection, her hair was more unkempt than usual with single strands of purple hair rebelling from the conforming mane. Was she distressed?

 

"R-R-Rhaarity?" comes your thick voice, your mouth feeling dry and dis-proportioned. Has your voice changed yet again?

 

"Yes yes, that's right. Do... you recall what's happened?"

 

You pause, trying to suppress the panic and anguish threatening to burst. What was the last thing you remember?

 

"Twaloght!" you squeaky angrily.

 

-

 

AJ and Rarity exchange a quick concerned glance with each other.

 

"I mean, do you... can you stand?" questions Rarity, seemingly choosing to ignore the squeaky outburst.

 

You hesitate, unsure if you can stand. For some reason your muscles are burning ferociously... had you been running about like a madman again? Perhaps you were in some kind of party accident?

 

Trying your utmost to hoist yourself up, clumsily you flop onto your side unable to muster the full strength into your hips.

 

"W-what's happened to me?" comes your fearful, slightly girly tone.

 

"I uh... well, that is to say..." Rarity nervously mumbles, sharing a look with AJ again. Standing up, Rarity trots over to the golden-trimmed mirror propped on the wall. AJ slowly nods at her.

 

"It might make it easier to explain if ya just show 'im." says Applejack concurring with Rarity's idea. "This is only gonna end one way anyhoo."

 

That didn't sound reassuring. Seeing AJ and Rarity had certainly relaxed you a little bit - knowing you were in the company of ponies who cared was reassuring, yet the foreboding atmosphere in the room scared you. The light in the room dulls as Rarity attempts to gracefully separate the mirror from the wall with her magic. Eventually she manages it, slowly pulling the mirror off the lilac wall and swiftly swooping it over her head gently placing it in front of you. At the corner of your eye you see AJ shadow her face with her hat.

 

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You blink. There's a pony in the mirror. That's odd, considering you're lying where she was. Intrigued, you try sitting up to get a better look. To your astonishment the little mare, too, clumsily clambers up looking utterly helpless - albeit pretty cute. Rarity, who was once again using her horn to light the room, remains silent while she props the mirror up.

 

The orange pony sitting in the mirror stares back at you, apparently unable to tear her brown eyes away. Her short mane is a slight mixture of red-hair with a streak of brown; it was currently looking messy and frizzled up as if she'd just been awoken. In a trance-like state you out-stretch an arm towards to the pony, who responds immediately by mimicking the gesture.

 

What was this? You shuffle towards the mirror a bit more to examine the orange mare's face. Her large circular eyes shine brightly in the blue light, drawing your attention to them. There's no sign of a horn so she's obviously not a unicorn, but there's no wings either. So this is an earth pony? You open your mouth to get her to copy you, taking a good look at her tongue rubbing her slightly large pony teeth. How did she know how to copy everything you did, and so perfectly? Your confusion is reflected upon the small mare's face.

 

Something moves behind the pony, and immediately she turns around to find the source. However, just as you do the same, you catch a glimpse of her cutie mark. It's a very familiar "20M". That's when it all hits you.

 

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To be CONTINUED...?

 

So like, if I stopped updating, would it bother you? For srs?