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Alias

By meslam
Created: 2026-02-18 04:22:20
Updated: 2026-02-18 04:31:27
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  1. 1.
    >You sighed and flopped down into the sofa, with a mug of Earl Grey in your hand.
  2. 2.
    >As you sipped, you looked out from the balcony window across the living room on your left, taking in the slice of the city beyond.
  3. 3.
    >The water on the lake was scintillating this fine Valentine’s Day, and there was twice the usual crowd milling up and down the boardwalk in the middle of the afternoon.
  4. 4.
    >Though you were not there, of course.
  5. 5.
    >You tossed your deep brown hair out of your eyes and huffed at the thought, slurping your tea like it owed you something.
  6. 6.
    >Your boyfriend was altogether - too serious.
  7. 7.
    >Anon was learning some programming whatever whatevers for work, or probably some project of his.
  8. 8.
    >”Just another framework, pretty simple actually, though I-”
  9. 9.
    >...So he had said, the first week of January, over dinner.
  10. 10.
    >That was the exact moment when you knew that your intimate time together was about to be slashed in half for the next month.
  11. 11.
    >And it has been, for all of January, and dumping into February now too, every evening you come back from work and find him still glued to his desk.
  12. 12.
    >Or you wait here, and he comes back from work, just to plop in front of his desk and do MORE work.
  13. 13.
    >None of the usual tricks un-pried him either; sitting in his lap, biting his ear, not even laying full across his thighs like a cat deterred him.
  14. 14.
    >All of it just resulted in a lame stalemate where you were snuggling a dead teddy bear that smelled like aftershave.
  15. 15.
    >You were certain that he’d even forget Valentine’s too.
  16. 16.
    >As you sipped your tea though, you smiled.
  17. 17.
    >You had a contingency.
  18. 18.
    >If he did remember, no harm done, and you would go on whatever date he had in mind.
  19. 19.
    >But if that man opened the front door you were staring at right now, and just waltzed straight into his study to tap away on his mechanical keyboard for an extra four hours immediately after he got off work, like he had done since January...
  20. 20.
    >You stuck your tongue out, and reached into the pocket of your button up blouse.
  21. 21.
    >There was a transparent pill bottle tucked inside, and you held it out between your index and thumb.
  22. 22.
    >Two plain, white pressed tablets sat inside, with little wing markings on each.
  23. 23.
    >A gift, from a friend of some bartender.
  24. 24.
    >Anon was not going to be typing anything else tonight.
  25. 25.
    >Just then, you heard the door lock click left and you hurriedly stowed the bottle away again.
  26. 26.
    >Flattening your blouse out, you nestled more comfortably on the sofa to appear casual, then, the moment you were secure and taking another sip of your tea, Anonymous stepped inside, kicking off his shoes.
  27. 27.
    >Watching closely, you saw him set down his backpack... put up his jacket... backpack on again...
  28. 28.
    >”Sup.”
  29. 29.
    >You jumped in your seat, spilling a little tea over the rim of your cup.
  30. 30.
    >Blinking away the surprise, you darted your eyes from Anon’s hand, to his face.
  31. 31.
    >He was peering at you a little bemusedly as his dark hair passed over his green eyes.
  32. 32.
     
  33. 33.
    >Your boyfriend stood up to his full height, his plain white shirt hanging nicely over his fit frame.
  34. 34.
    >He had those black jeans he always wore on the ‘casual’ work days, that looked practically like slacks anyway.
  35. 35.
    >Again, he was too serious.
  36. 36.
    >...Not that it didn’t have its own appeal for you, but the drawbacks were getting intol-
  37. 37.
    >”Alias?”
  38. 38.
    >You jerked out of your thoughts, taking a short breath and swiping your hair back over your shoulder.
  39. 39.
    >Putting on a little smile, you waved to Anon.
  40. 40.
    “Hey, Anon. How was work?”
  41. 41.
    >He smiled back, walked up while dumping his backpack on the floor, and leaned over the coffee table to plant a kiss on your forehead.
  42. 42.
    >”Good.”
  43. 43.
    >Then, rubbing your cheek once, Anon stared into your eyes for a good second...
  44. 44.
    >Before he turned around.
  45. 45.
    >Grabbed his backpack.
  46. 46.
    >Walked to his study.
  47. 47.
    >And shut the door.
  48. 48.
    >Your left eyelid twitched once, though your smile never faltered.
  49. 49.
    >You dully stood up, humming a little out of tune, and marched over to the boiler with all the tea paraphernalia in the corner of the living room.
  50. 50.
    >Taking out the pill bottle, you snapped one tablet in half and dropped it into your already full cup.
  51. 51.
    >As you watched, it dissolved, and rather quickly too.
  52. 52.
    “Great, just like he said.”
  53. 53.
    >You whispered to yourself, as you prepped a new cup.
  54. 54.
    >Anon’s favorite, that Japanese earthenware piece in green and brown.
  55. 55.
    >You plopped in his favorite tea for midday, some Irish Breakfast, then boiled up the water for it.
  56. 56.
    >Rinse and repeat, with the other tablet.
  57. 57.
    >Now with both steaming mugs, you sashayed over to his study, knocking the door open with your foot.
  58. 58.
    >Anonymous was sat there at his desk as usual, the sun beaming over his currently horrible posture.
  59. 59.
    >His eyes glanced in your direction when you entered, but he didn’t look up from his screen, bent over as he was in front of the well organized mahogany desk.
  60. 60.
    >Fingers tapping across that loud old beige keyboard he insisted was better.
  61. 61.
    >With a prize winning smile, and your eyes only hardly narrowed in insidious delight, you strode over to him.
  62. 62.
    >Then you pulled up that slightly less ergonomic Herman Miller he kept around for you to sit on in here, and sat.
  63. 63.
    >Finally, the cup of Irish Breakfast, down on his coaster to the right of his mouse.
  64. 64.
    >...So it was done.
  65. 65.
    >You would wait for him to drink, while you held your mug in both hands, watching eagerly.
  66. 66.
    >Your boyfriend nodded in your direction, as he reached for the mug.
  67. 67.
    >”Thanks.”
  68. 68.
    >His fingers threaded into the handle.
  69. 69.
    >Clenched around it.
  70. 70.
    >Anon’s arm lofted the cup towards his face.
  71. 71.
    >His lips touched the rim.
  72. 72.
    >...And he drunk of it.
  73. 73.
    >You smiled, like a cat with a rat, and sipped your own tea too, happily enough.
  74. 74.
    >As he was wont to do, Anon had some German classical music playing while he worked.
  75. 75.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ps8rBGbNQtA
  76. 76.
    >The sun was warm upon your neck, shining in from the windows to your left.
  77. 77.
    >There were no motes of dust in the beam of it, Anonymous kept this place too clean for that.
  78. 78.
     
  79. 79.
    >Your mind relaxed as the piano sounded resonantly from the speakers on Anon’s desk, your eyes lazily hovering over the scrolling text and websites while he worked.
  80. 80.
    >It had been some time since you really did that, watched.
  81. 81.
    >He kept flickering back and forth from his code, in the editor, to a buggy looking web page.
  82. 82.
    >The man would type a few new words into a block of words, async this, await that, whatever that meant.
  83. 83.
    >Then the webpage again, maybe changed, maybe not.
  84. 84.
    >Sometimes the page took a while to load.
  85. 85.
    >Whenever that happened, he sighed, leaned on his arm rest, sipped tea, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
  86. 86.
    >Before the cycle repeated itself.
  87. 87.
    >You wondered how long it would take for those pills to kick in, anyway, while you peered over Anon’s shoulder and into his mug.
  88. 88.
    >Almost empty.
  89. 89.
    >You rested back in your chair and looked down into your own.
  90. 90.
    >Your left hand was a hoof.
  91. 91.
    >White, pearlescent, with fur creeping along from the edge of it up your forearm that was subtly morphing to become a foreleg instead.
  92. 92.
    >Despite yourself, you gasped.
  93. 93.
    >Then you hurriedly finished off your tea in a gulp, with the silly thought that maybe the transformation would only go partway if you didn’t, and set the empty cup on the desk.
  94. 94.
    >”What?”
  95. 95.
    >Your boyfriend asked as he turned around his seat, eyebrows mildly knitted in concern, before practically airlifting into his bangs when he saw what was happening.
  96. 96.
    >You slipped out of your chair with a sharp intake of air, as you felt your legs yanking up reflexively while they transformed.
  97. 97.
    >The muscles bunched in your thighs and swelled, forming strong haunches that swiftly clothed themselves in more pearly white fur, bursting from the seams of your pants.
  98. 98.
    >Your feet had already long become hooves, and your right hand melded together to become much the same as your left hoof when you stumbled forward out of your awkward crouch, due to the shifting balance of your body.
  99. 99.
    >Anonymous jumped up from his seat but all he could do was watch for a moment, before he gathered his senses enough to squat down next to you.
  100. 100.
    >To your pleased bemusement, he began to softly caress your cheek and he spoke comfortingly.
  101. 101.
    >”...It must be that PON-E stuff. I’m so sorry, Alias. It’ll be okay, I’m here.”
  102. 102.
    >Your lips curled at the edge, though you felt totally out of breath, staring into his eyes.
  103. 103.
    >You made to answer him with a playful re-assurance, but then your eyes started rolling in your head from the overwhelming sensations rippling through your body, and you huffed in surprise instead.
  104. 104.
    >Your back arched, vertebrae aligning, producing several dozen worrying clicks while your ribs flared out into a pony’s barrel.
  105. 105.
    >Then with a sound like a sheet being pulled across an empty riverbed, you felt your tail fly out of your tailbone, slipping your pants down around your fetlocks.
  106. 106.
    >The bangs that always hung in your field of view, grew longer and wavier.
  107. 107.
     
  108. 108.
    >Your warm brown was struck through with new shots of shimmering auburn, over and over until there was nothing but that brilliant hue.
  109. 109.
    >A muzzle inched its way into view as well, nostrils flaring while the soft freckled skin gave up to more white fur.
  110. 110.
    >The snout came with a long mark of auburn to match your mane and tail, starting at the end, ending just at the bridge between your eyes.
  111. 111.
    >For a moment, you could hardly see anything, then there was the dizzying sensation of your skull pushing out wider, and your vision was returned to you, making your muzzle seem not all that prominent anymore.
  112. 112.
    >You blinked several times, still feeling absolutely odd and nearly out of body.
  113. 113.
    >All the while, Anon was holding you close, his jaw set hard, though his eyes were soft with a kindness he reserved for you.
  114. 114.
    >”When I get my hands on whoever d-”
  115. 115.
    >FWUMP.
  116. 116.
    >...A white wing with auburn pinions shot out of your back and sent him sprawling.
  117. 117.
    >Then the other one followed on your right, tearing what was left of your blouse to shreds and launching it off of your body.
  118. 118.
    >You stared back at both wings, then at your stunned, slightly pale faced boyfriend, and laughed.
  119. 119.
    “Oh - Oh my God - Aaaahhhhahahahha! That was perfect! Perfect!”
  120. 120.
    >With your eyes twinkling devilishly and your lips curled in a wide smile, you bounded clumsily towards him, clacking your fore hooves loudly on the floor with each double footed step.
  121. 121.
    >Classlessly and half accidentally, you collapsed on top of him, still giggling and snorting.
  122. 122.
    >Anonymous had absolutely no idea what to think of or to do with you at first, he just lied there under your warm furry body, hands pressing noncommittally against your chest and barrel like he wanted to push you off.
  123. 123.
    >His lips were set in a thin line, his usual unemotional fallback, but after a few seconds of your horse play, his eyes narrowed, and he sighed.
  124. 124.
    >The man bumped his forehead against yours.
  125. 125.
    >”You did this to yourself.”
  126. 126.
    >Then he peered up at you suspiciously, with one eyebrow raised.
  127. 127.
    >”It’s temporary though, right?”
  128. 128.
    >You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out.
  129. 129.
    ”No, I decided that this moment, bored out of my mind watching you make a website, was the perfect time to become a pegasus.”
  130. 130.
    >There was a pause as Anon stared into your great big blue eyes.
  131. 131.
    >Then he answered, face a neutral deadpan, but spoiled with the slightest crinkling around his eyelids.
  132. 132.
    >”Right.”
  133. 133.
    >All of a sudden, he gripped your barrel firmly with both hands, and you huffed in astonishment.
  134. 134.
    >You were up in the air, hind legs dangling and kicking around, before you could blink.
  135. 135.
    >Anon stared you down with a smile you’d have to measure the edges with a micrometer to distinguish.
  136. 136.
    >”You’re pretty cute like this, actually.”
  137. 137.
    ”Oh NOW I’m cute.”
  138. 138.
    >With your left wing, you roundly smacked his arm to punctuate your statement.
  139. 139.
    >Then you nipped down on your stuck out tongue, to hold in taunting him about his impending transformation as payback.
  140. 140.
     
  141. 141.
    >The look in Anon’s eyes changed at your guarded expression, before sliding slowly to his own mug sitting empty on the desk.
  142. 142.
    >”You... wouldn’t have.”
  143. 143.
    >His legs suddenly buckled under him, and you wriggled out of his grasp, giggling as you clopped down on all fours hooves to watch.
  144. 144.
    >Before your eyes, Anon’s thighs underwent much the same bunching and tensing as yours did a minute ago.
  145. 145.
    >He grunted and got down to avoid stumbling just as his legs burst into muscular hindquarters, rippling with sleek black fur and dappled with subtle rosettes.
  146. 146.
    >But instead of hooves, his socks tore away to reveal full and heavy paws.
  147. 147.
    >Anonymous looked back at them, just as surprised as you were, his eyes wide.
  148. 148.
    >”What did y-”
  149. 149.
    >He was cut off with a groan when the transformation passed up along his spine in a wave, making him tumble to all fours and kick off his jeans.
  150. 150.
    >A long slender tail unfurled out of his back end, while his torso deepened into something feline and svelte.
  151. 151.
    >Iridescent black feathers burst from his chest, the down spilling over from the top of his shirt as similarly sable scales formed atop the skin of his forearms and hands.
  152. 152.
    >Each finger stretched and flexed, the nails turning into long talons that scrabbled along the vinyl hardwood floor while Anonymous writhed from the feeling of his stomach cinching up.
  153. 153.
    >You watched in stunned silence as your boyfriend arched himself on all fours.
  154. 154.
    >His mouth was agape, eyes staring off into space, and he was struggling for air.
  155. 155.
    >It had you scared for a second, but there finally came relief for him when his face pulled out like stretched putty into a long black beak.
  156. 156.
    >He finally sucked down a deep hissing breath as the rest of his head followed, bristling with oily black feathers.
  157. 157.
    >Then Anonymous blinked, his eyes now dyed an inky, uncanny obsidian, and it was complete.
  158. 158.
    >The griffon your boyfriend had become, squawked, his beak ajar, a small pink tongue lolling out of the side of it.
  159. 159.
    >With his face still in that undignified expression, Anon took one hesitant step with his talons, and immediately tumbled to the ground.
  160. 160.
    >...You managed to hold it in for a good five seconds before you busted your gut laughing and tumbled onto the floor with him.
  161. 161.
    >Breathless, you squirmed over and flopped your snout into the feathery tuft of his chest, still snickering.
  162. 162.
    “I- I love it, Anon. You’re like... The weird crow... cat... ragamuffin you always should have been.”
  163. 163.
    >You got a hard peck to the back of your neck for that, before he just sighed and melted along into you too.
  164. 164.
    >His tail was thumping on the floor agitatedly, although he pressed his neck snug to yours, and muttered into your furry ear.
  165. 165.
    >”I actually can’t believe you did this. Where did you get the pills? Aren’t they illegal?”
  166. 166.
    “Not telling. They’re just illegal to possess and sell.”
  167. 167.
    >Smirking, you lifted your head to peer into those sharp, clever eyes.
  168. 168.
    “I mean what are they gonna do, pluck all your feathers, and call you a man?”
  169. 169.
    >Anon blinked once, tilted his head at a 90 degree angle at you, and retracted his tongue.
  170. 170.
    >He looked much more serious again that way, but it was odd getting that vibe of his from the head of a crow.
  171. 171.
    >”They could put us in jail.”
  172. 172.
    “Good, we could snuggle all night in the drunk tank then.”

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