Title:           Our Town
Author:          EdselRanger
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First Edit:      Tuesday 26th of July 2016 09:48:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 26th of July 2016 09:48:52 PM CDT

>You are Anon.
>And you’re walking.
>You’ve been walking for eight days in this technicolor hell, and it doesn’t look like you’ll stop anytime soon.
>You were zapped away from your computer one day and deposited into some bright, sunny field.
>Turns out the field was more of a clearing and you were stuck in the middle of some mountain range.
>Today, though, you think you’re finally past the cold blue peaks.
>The ground is grey-brown and nothing of substance grows from it.
>And you’re thirsty as hell, too.
>You look towards the horizon and, far in the distance, you see what could be a few buildings.
>They’re probably just rocks, but you’ll still investigate.
>As you draw closer to the masses, you become increasingly more convinced that you’re moving towards an inhabited town.
>A few small dots move from row to row seeming quick with purpose.
>The rows become closely packed houses of drab pink with drab brown roofs, and you start to move just a bit quicker.
>But although the houses grow larger still, the figments moving between them look awfully small.
>In fact, if your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you, they’re walking on four legs.
>And they look just as oddly colored as the rest of the place, like technicolor dogs.
>One of them turns over towards you and dashes off towards a faraway house at the end of the row of buildings.
>And when you actually get to the place, the street begins to fill.
>The inhabitants of this place aren’t dogs, but tiny, oddly-colored horses with strange proportions.
>All of them have diluted colors, almost identical haircuts, and on their flanks is a black equal sign.
>You’re guessing that’s their brand or something, and these houses are just weirdly-shaped stables.
>Until you notice they’re talking amongst themselves whenever they’re not beaming at you with wide, vacant eyes.
 
>This is starting to get creepy.
>A lavender horse with a purple mane trots up to you.
>Upon closer look, you notice that it’s a unicorn.
>”Well hello! Haven’t seen anything like you around these parts. I’m Starlight Glimmer, and this is Our Town. What’s your name?”
“I’m Anon. Nice to meet you.”
>”You must be famished. It’s not a short trip here from, well, anywhere really. Very nice and isolated.”
>Her smile grows wider.
>If you weren’t so hungry you’d run away screaming.
>But fuck it, you’ll take what you can get.
>”I’ll get you something to eat in my house. It’s the one at the end of the road down there.”
>You turn and walk down the dirt road, with Sunset Glimmer right behind you.
>What the hell kind of name is that?
>Come to think of it, what the hell is any of this?
>You can’t be on Earth right now.
>Your train of thought slowly comes to a stop as you make quick glances at the horses that pass by you.
>They’re all giving everyone the same awful smile.
>You make a mental note to keep away from any Kool-Aid.
>After a few minutes of walking, you finally make it to her house.
>You enter the small, sparsely decorated living room and sit down on an uncomfortable couch.
>Sunset sits down across from you, and some other horse rushes in with a plate of muffins and two glasses of water.
>You pick up a muffin and take a small bite.
>It’s atrocious.
>You’ve never tasted something so awful in your life.
>What kind of women are cooking in this place?
>Horse women, you guess.
>Nevertheless, you’re too hungry to give a shit, so you keep eating.
 
>”So where are you staying, Anon?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m on Earth anymore, so that leaves me shit outta luck.”
>You finish the disgusting muffin and down a class of ice cold, flavorless water.
>”Well, you could join Our Town.”
“Our Town? Who’s idea was it to name a town that?”
>”Oh, the town doesn’t have a name. Naming implies ownership, and no one pony owns a town. It’s all communal.”
>Great.
>These horses are communists.
>”In Our Town, everypony is equal. No one is special, no one argues, and no one is unhappy. It’s a beautiful world here in Our Town. If you like our citizens could sing it.”
“I think I’ll pass on that.”
>”So what do you say, Anon? Want to live in a society where everypony is equal?"
"Suck my dick, commie horse."
>She grins.
>"What dick?"
>Her horn lights up, and a beam of teal magic hits you square in the chest.
>You’re lifted up into the air, and you feel the hairs on your chest stand straight up.
>You can’t see them, but it feels like they’re growing under your shirt.
>The feeling spreads all over your torso and over to your arms.
>You see off-white fur peek out from under your shirt and move down both arms.
>Your hands ball up and harden, quickly losing their humanity to become equine hooves.
>Your face stretches and expands as you grow a muzzle, and your ears reshape and move up your head like they’re made of putty.
>Fur covers your face, too, and spreads down your legs.
>Your feet go the way of your hands, becoming cream-colored hooves.
>Suddenly, a sharp pain comes from either side of your ass.
>From your back, a tail pushes out of your spine, deep red hairs growing out of it.
>From your groin, your dick erupts in a mix of pleasure and pain as it shrinks and retreats inside you.
>You look down in horror as your pants slide off of your too-small legs, your boxers being pulled off you by some unknown force.
 
>Your bestial pussy is on display for anyone to see, and your legs kick in Starlight’s magical grip.
>Your shirt is pulled off your head just as your chest reshapes to form an equine barrel.
>After the rest of your bones and muscles change to fit your new form, you are placed back on the ground.
>”Oh, a heart. Cute.”
>Her horn glows again, and you feel a tugging sensation on both your flanks.
>You look down to them, and you see the image of a red heart replaced with that of a boring black equal sign like the other ponies had.
>She’s turning you into one of them.
>You feel the energy drained out of you as Starlight puts both hearts in a small jar, where they float around a bit.
”What the hell did you do to me? Change me back, you fucking communist!”
>”If I knew what that was, I’d be flattered. And I can’t change you back, Anon.”
>”Anon’s such a boring name, too. It doesn’t fit a pretty little pony like you. How about Red Heart?”
“That’s a stupid name.”
>”I’m glad you like it, Red Heart. Red for short.”
“No! Not Red! Better dead than Red, bitch!”
>Her gaze becomes more stern.
>”Now, Anon, if you don’t behave properly I’ll make you. You saw what I did to your body, right? Imagine if I did it to your mind.”
>Appropriately, you’re scared shitless.
>”That’s what I thought. Are you gonna behave?”
>You quickly nod, and she’s back to smiling.
>”Good! Until you get used to life here, your special job will to be to keep a very lonely pony company. He’s named Quick Quill, and ever since he joined Our Town he’s been feeling a bit down.”
>You wonder why.
>”Can you do that?”
“Do I have a choice?”
>”Nope! Now come on!”