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>Be Anon
>Be at the arcade with my friends
>Three beers in and trying to win the crane game
>For once these aren’t fucking rigged
>I’ve been sitting here all night watching people actually get prizes out of them
>More over the prizes are pony plushies
>In the interest of not looking like a fag in front of my friends I’ve waited for them to go off to the other side of the arcade before trying my luck
>The wired thing is these aren’t show plushies, they all look like OC’s and they all look different
>Still they look like reasonably designed and made OC plushies, not a red and black alicorn among them
>They could all easily pass as a background pony on the show, sure a few had an accessory or two but nothing over the top
>I start feeding my quarters into the machine
>After a dozen times I finally grab one
>A white Pegasus with a green mane and tail
>It’s really well made, someone clearly put a lot of time into making it
>I notice a little gold sticker on the hoof
>”Present this sticker at the prize counter for a bonuses prize”
>I like free things so I head up to the counter
“excuse, this said I get an extra prize”
>The man behind the counter looks at it
>”Why yes it does, come around to the back with me and we’ll make it”
>Make it?
“What do you mean by that exactly?”
>”I’m going to make you a pony”
>That’s going to take a while
“Uhh”
>He holds open a door and moves for me to follow
>This is a bad idea and I need an adult
>But I really want a plush
>Fuck it
>Into the white van he promised me candy
>I quickly move into the room
>It looks like a pretty normalish room for someone who makes plushies
>A large number featureless tan pony plushies line the shelves, and a sewing machine is set up off to the side
>Thankfully no sign of immanent rape and/or murder
>”Let me get my work gloves”
>Is it normal to wear gloves when your sewing?
>He puts on a pair of gloves and grabs one of the blank toys
>”Give it a squeeze”
>I give him an odd look and squeeze the pony’s body
>It feels really soft like the other one
“So what now?”
>”We wait”
>Huh?
“Huh?”
>He sets it down and smiles
>Just then I realize my hands have become hooves
“What the fuck did you do to me?”
>”I’m making you a pony, like I said”
>Fucking bullshit
“How are you doing this”
>He gives me this shit eating grin
>”Magic”
>Fuck you
>I reel back to punch him and end up toppling over
>My feet are no more, now a pair of hooves sticks oddly out of my shoes
>I’m scared, what is this lunatic going to do to me when this is over?
>He could rape me
>Or sell me into slavery
>Or…
“What do you want from me?”
>He smiles with mock innocents
>”I just like to make ponies, what’s wrong with that?”
>Pink fur has started to cover my body and my face has become more equine
>Unable to think of anything else I lay on the floor and sob
>”Aww don’t be sad, look this is what you’ll look like when it’s over”
>He holds up the formally blank plush
>It’s now a pink earth pony with a baby blue tail
>He’s felt face smiles at me
>The man kneels down and places him between my forelegs
>I realize how pathetic I must look right now
>I’m lying on the ground crying, holding a stuffed pink pony as I slowly turn into a pony
>I do my best to steel myself and hold back the tears
>The transformation is nearly complete at this point and I am completely spent
>The beer and long day already had me ready to lay down, having my humanity striped away was completely exhausting
>He picks me up and begins to carry me through another door
>I struggle against him but his grip is strong
>We pass through a push door and exit onto a…dirt road?
>But we were in the middle of a city, how could we be on a country road?
>And it’s the middle of the day again
>Did he drug me or something?
>Probably
>He sets me down under a tree
>”A quick nap should set you straight, and when you wake up town is that way?”
>He points down the road
“Wait, you’re just leaving me?”
>”Don’t worry you’ll be fine, just don’t mention what happened and read over this”
>He sets a scroll of paper next to me and turns back
>He steps through the door and shuts it
>Then the door just vanishes
>…Fuck it, a nap sounds good
>…
>To my surprise I wake up without a hangover
>Not to my surprise, I’m naked and laying in public
>And again to my surprise I’m still a pony
>Fuck that wasn’t a drug trip
>I bump against the scroll the man left for me
>It’s a short biography on me, or rather a pony fitting my new description
>Wrapped in it is ID and a small bag of gold coins
>I look over the document carefully
>Apparently he had dropped me in Equestria so I had better fit in
>Once I feel I have it down I gather it all up and head towards town
>I smile as I see the familiar thatched roofs of Ponyville in the distance
>Yeah this is a pretty good prize