Title:           Dangerously Breezie
Author:          StuffedShirt
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/FJSJ7F8X
First Edit:      Saturday 19th of July 2014 02:49:27 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 20th of October 2014 03:46:51 AM CDT

>Think breezies suck
>Shitposting on /mlp/
>Suddenly your hands stop working
>They clench into fists
>A casing of blue keratin surrounds them
>Your nose and mouth merge, forming a blue muzzle
>You feel your face with your hooves
>You eyes swell against their sockets
>The bones in your skull begin to shift
>Permanently reconfiguring
"What the hell is happening?"
>You scream as your voice jumps octaves
>It feels like someone just kicked you in the balls
>and left their foot there
>You slump drooling over the keyboard
>Shoulder blades aching like a motherfucker
>You begin to shrink
>You're withering away
>Your feet cramp up
>Heels turn to hocks
>Toes go numb
>Your legs are shrinking, your arms are shrinking
>Everything is shrinking
>Until you're standing on your chair
>With only a shirt to keep you decent
"I..I'm covered in fur" you slur
"when did that happen?"
>Something bursts out of your back
>Antennae burst out of your head
>Ridiculous lashes form at the edges of your vision
"Oh shit! Anything but this!"
>You try to stand on two hooves, steadying yourself against a Fluttershy figure before failing
>Adorably
 
>A shadow looms overhead
"Holy shit a breezie!"
>Anon proceeds to pet you with his pinky, getting cheetos dust all over your mane
"Don't fucking touch me asshole" you squeak
>bite his finger
>its dangerously cheesy
>His booming laughter pins you to the monitor
 
>You get a good look at his face
>Its your super autismo roomate.
>He buries his head in his arms, and his laughter muffles.
>You slide down the screen onto the keyboard and realize
>Anon is crying
>Time to GTFO
"N-no girl will ever love me"
>He sobs
"No one at school even fucking l-likes me."
>Just got turned into a breezie
>Me feeling sorry for you
>GR8 B8 M8
>His moans become louder lifting you into the air.
>Towards the open window
>Maybe there's a time limit to this transformation.
>Maybe you can sort this shit out.
>Your being crushed
>Can't breathe
>Why are breezies so pathetically weak?
>If you live you swear you'll murder the Hasbro Toy Department
>Oh wait, you fucking can't
>You're a fucking breezie
>Its a conspiracy
>Goddamn those motherfuckers
 
"Well, your gonna love me. I promise you that."
>Unzips his pants to reveal his glorious pencil dick
"Oh look"
>He spreads your legs with his fingers
"You're the perfect size"
>Nestled between your legs was a dripping wet slit
>Your pupils shrink to pin pricks
"It can only be destiny"
>He rubs a finger around your cunt, as a hiss escapes your gaping mouth