Stuck In The Elevator


                                            >You are Anonymous, a tall man with a penchant for laziness and video games, a master grand strategy player, lord over potato chip eating, and currently in an argument over an online game in Europa Universalis 4

                                            >"You fuckwad!" Screams the Austria player, "Why did you join my coalition!"

                                            >You shrug at his inane screeching, playing the Ottomans means having to stackwipe Europe, especially Austria

                                            >"Shut up dude, you shouldn't have tried to aggressively annex Hungary."

                                            >Leave it to England to mediate things, he doesn't even need a strong army as long as he has the largest navy

                                            >Brittania rule the waves

                                            "Oh well, Austria."

                                            >You smirk as you click on the declare war button, having some 30+ countries in the Holy Roman Empire join your punitive war, as well as Poland-Lithuania and France

                                            >"You motherfucker!"

                                            >A droopy sounding ping resounds in your ears as he leaves the discord server, obviously infuriated

                                            >And unfortunately, since he was the host, the game shuts down as well

                                            >Some people just can't handle video games and take them way too seriously!

                                            >You sigh and lean back into your comfy chair, closing out of the video game and choosing to check out a few news sites

                                            >You click on the bookmark for infowars, because you're an alt-right machoman hungry for the truth

                                            "Let's see what Alex is ranting about today..."

                                            >You scratch your chin, and suddenly have the urge to shave, but you'll just put it off until tomorrow

                                            >The headline on Infowars is something about Pon-E rapidly making its way up the east coast from Florida, having a profound effect on its users, and overall being spread rapidly by word of mouth

                                            >Reports that it heals injuries, cures the sick, and even strongly mediates depression in such a way that anti-depressants can't handle flood your screen as nothing but positive is spouted from various articles

                                            >Weird, usually there's some sort of conspiracy about i-

                                            "Aha, there it is."


                                            >You laugh, a report about Pon-E being distributed by FEMA as a way of getting users to be more compliant with being detained in their secret FEMA camps

                                            >You think about Pon-E for a moment, and remember the bottle you had in your desk drawer

                                            >You've never tried Pon-E before, but a few of your friends have, and they've sworn up and down that it was better than weed, acid, and molly combined

                                            >Considering you've had that combination before, you're not so sure

                                            >Though it wouldn't hurt to try the drug, and then go outside to strut your stuff

                                            >As soon as you figured out walking...

                                            >But then, another thought hits you, why not just do it out in public? There's no laws passed against Pon-E, it's relatively new and safe, and  you're in Indianapolis, a friendly city to Pon-E users as far as you've heard

                                            >Fuck it.

                                            >You swipe the bottle into your jean pocket, and make your way out the door of your apartment

                                            >As you lock your door, you spot the stereotypical nice old lady neighbor shuffling to her door a few meters next to yours

                                            >She spots you first however

                                            >"Oh! Hello there Anonymous!"

                                            >You give her a grin

                                            "Hey Ms.Caldwell, out shopping?"

                                            >You nod to the bag in her hand, it looks like dogfood

                                            >Closer inspection, albeit stealthily, reveals that it is actually a bag of alfalfa

                                            >Interesting

                                            >"Oh yes! Just getting some food for my pets, Rosy and Grass just love this stuff!"

                                            >She's in a rather chipper mood today, but you don't have much time to talk as she shuffles into her apartment

                                            >"Have a nice day now, Anonymous!"

                                            "Y-you too." you stutter out

                                            >You weren't very good with social interaction, being a bit of recluse

                                            >Shaking your head at yourself, you make your way to the elevator

                                            >Looking around beforehand to make sure that nobody is around, which nobody was, you decide to pull of a little stupid but ambitious move

                                            >As you walk into the elevator, you pull out your Pon-E bottle and open it, taking out one of the red and white things to contemplate it


                                            "Should I take you...?"

                                            >You remembered what countless form posts said about set and setting when it came to LSD, don't take it if you aren't in the right state of mind, don't take it if you have to do chores or go to work, don't take it alone

                                            >You said fuck it to all those supposed rules for acid, so why not say fuck it now?

                                            >It never did you much harm

                                            >Maybe some mild HPPD...

                                            >But who's judging you? Only yourself, you supposed.

                                            >You shrug, mumble "Fuck it.", and pop the pill into your mouth, swallowing it down and nearly choke as the huge thing slowly slides its way down your esophagus

                                            >With absolutely no clue about the coming up on Pon-E, you press the button for ground floor, sure in your mind that nobody would stop you on your way down

                                            >You look up at the floor counter, and as the doors shut and the box capsule starts moving downwards you see the floor tick from 21 to 20 to 19

                                            >You sigh as you feel a calming effect hit you, no drug has ever hit you this quick before, but it's extremely relaxing

                                            >Unfortunately for you, it seemed to hit as a bad time, as the elevator stops at floor 17 and opens to reveal a very pretty looking Caucasian woman, wearing tight jeans and laced up black boots, and a casual slayer shirt

                                            >Being the socially-awkward beta you were, you shift your gaze elsewhere as her beautiful green eyes look upward at yourself

                                            >She steps into the elevator, and decides to stand right next to you for some reason

                                            >Knees weak

                                            >Arms heavy

                                            >Palms sweaty

                                            >"Hey, did you take Pon-E?"

                                            >THEYKNOW.jpg

                                            >She snickers a little

                                            "Uhhhh..."

                                            >Your brain shuts down, how do you cope with human interaction on drugs? The answer is: you can't. Pon-E is supposed to be different though.

                                            "Nooo...? H-how would you know anyway?"

                                            >You're nervous, shaking and sweating profusely


                                            >The girl tilts her head to the side, her auburn hair shifting off her shoulders just ever so slightly, god she's so pretty

                                            >"Because, doofus, I use Pon-E too. I know the symptoms. My name's Clara by the way."

                                            >Your ears tingled, you suspected that the physical changes were starting

                                            >She smiles at you, the kind of smile that projects care and understanding

                                            "My uhh... Name's Anonymous, nice to meet you."

                                            >She looks up slightly, and your ears feel like they're squirming, almost shifting

                                            >Although you knew they were

                                            >"It's a pleasure, Anonymous, can I call you Anon?"

                                            >You smile and nod at her, sputtering out more mouthwords at the pretty girl in front of you

                                            "Oh, yeah, s-sure. Everyone calls me that anyway, except for Miss Caldwell."

                                            >She giggles, hiding her beautiful smile behind a delicate hand adorned with a few bracelets

                                            >"The nice old lady? Yeah. She's into Pon-E too."

                                            >The alfalfa, it made sense now

                                            >"You've got the ears now, they're a nice shade of blue and... really fluffy!"

                                            >Immediately you reach your hands up to your new fluffy ears, and wince as you just about punch the new sensitive appendages

                                            >"Careful, is this your first time taking Pon-E?"

                                            >As you feel up your new ears, taking in the sense of touching extraordinarily soft fur, and feeling up the tufts that seem to come out of and on top of them you nod your head at her

                                            "Y-yeah, never done it before. This is my first time."

                                            >You could've sworn your voice sounded different, a little higher in pitch

                                            >"Oh. Oh! You're one of those! Can I feel your ears, pleaaase!"

                                            >She begs, and you give her a toothy grin, blushing

                                            "G-go ahead!"

                                            >You lower your arms, brushing at the fur growing down from your ears and along your head, spreading down to your neck as well

                                            >She turns to face you, and just as she reaches up to feel your ears, the elevator comes to a screeching halt in between floor 4 and 3 causing the two of you to fall to the floor


                                            >She quickly gets up, angry, and stomps her way to the button that calls for maintenance, pounding it with absolutely no mercy

                                            "Damnit! I have to take the bus to get to the fucking Carcass concert... Mother of, ahhh!"

                                            >She yells and then sighs in defeat

                                            >Wow, she's pretty feisty when she's mad, so were you though whenever something caught your temper, but you found that you were too calm to be angry right now

                                            "H-hey, it's okay, I'm sure they won't be too long."

                                            >Your voice sounded much more higher, feminine too, but not just that.

                                            >As you tried to stand up, you found that you couldn't maintain the proper balance, as your feet ached so much when you tried you just gave up and slumped against the elevator wall, down to the floor

                                            >She looked at you, sullen at first, but then with a much more bright gaze as she saw something you obviously didn't

                                            >"Omigod you're a bat pony thisissoamazing!"

                                            >She squeed and sat down next to you, touching your hair which had grown much longer than it was previously

                                            >"It's so soft..." She just about gasps

                                            "Thanks?"

                                            >You think that's a compliment, this could all just be a ruse and she could be from FEMA though, you never know

                                            >She's pretty nice for a FEMA agent

                                            >And the way she's touching your hair feels so good

                                            >You close your eyes as she touches your hair more

                                            >It feels really good...

                                            >"Aw, I'm so lucky to be stuck in an elevator with you."

                                            >You didn't pay attention to what she was saying, as long as she kept touching your hair, now mane

                                            >Opening your eyes, you noticed you could see much better, but... You were smaller?

                                            >Yeah, you had definitely shrunk, and you felt something pressing against your back, touching the elevator wall

                                            >"Oh, here, scoot forward. I think your wings are coming in."


                                            >You oblige, and shuffle forward, your shoes falling off in the process to reveal hooves the color of the fur on your new snout

                                            >You never noticed that you grew a snout, but now you have one

                                            "Oh wow, this is way cooler than everyone said it was!"

                                            >Your voice sounded awfully girly, and... Awfully squeaky

                                            >Like, way too squeaky to just be a girl

                                            >Come to think of, you don't believe that anyone actually gets this small when they take Pon-E

                                            >You've gotta be under two feet tall at this point

                                            >Your pants are still clung to your butt, thanks to sitting down, but soon you find yourself engulfed by your shirt

                                            "I'm getting younger too!?"

                                            >You struggle in your shirt with newfound forehooves, feeling fur completely engulfing your body now as the shrinking stops

                                            >You sounded like a little girl, with a hint of rasp to your voice thanks to being what the girl said was a batpony

                                            >"Ohhh you're so cute, lift your hooves up, let's get that shirt off of you."

                                            >You blush, lifting up your hooves as she lifts the tent sized fabric off of you, revealing you to her

                                            >"You're adorable."

                                            >She smiles down at you

                                            "I uh. Thanks I guess. This isn't how I thought Pon-E would be."

                                            >You admit that you thought you were going to be a dude, and not so small

                                            >"Everyone gets a different reaction, I'm a baby blue unicorn when I use it!"

                                            >You wished you were a unicorn, they can use magic and make shit fly around with their minds, it's like they have the wands from harry potter glued to their heads

                                            >Magic still amazes you really, the thought that it exists makes you giddy

                                            >You beam, not sure if being so giddy was from being a pony or effectively a kid again

                                            >Probably both

                                            "Woah, that's really cool!"


                                            >You suddenly decide that sitting with the weight of pants on your back hooves was uncomfortable, and attempt to stand up

                                            >Success! You managed to stand, but your hooves are wobbly and unstable, just as you're about to fall on your side however, you feel two hands grasp your sides

                                            >Your new batpony wings flare up

                                            >"Careful now." The girl calmly states, worry etched in her face

                                            >You scrunch your muzzle involuntarily, trying not to show her that you secretly love the feeling of her hands on your sides

                                            >Briefly, you wonder if this is how cats and dogs feel when you decide to give them scritches and pet pats

                                            >She removes her hands from your sides, and so you stand successfully by yourself

                                            >"There you go Anon, you're a cute little standing batpony filly!"

                                            >She seems proud of you, how odd for a stranger

                                            "I-I am standing, huh?

                                            >"You sure are!"

                                            >She's a user of Pon-E though, so she's probably been in this situation before...

                                            >You miss her hands

                                            >No no Anon, purge the thoughts out, that's just the mental changes coming into effect, you can enjoy this with all the normal thought of a human man

                                            >The girl moves over so that she is sitting in front of you crosslegged, your eyes come up just below her chest at this point

                                            >You guess you're just over a foot tall, a very small filly you are indeed

                                            >She giggles again, and you unscrunch your muzzle

                                            >"Honestly, I think you're the most adorable user I've ever seen. Human and pony!"

                                            >She thought you were adorable?

                                            >You blush, a pink hue coming across your greyish/blue cheeks

                                            "T-thanks I guess."

                                            >You look away, feeling insecure

                                            >You're unsure of yourself, and the girl in front of you seems to sense that as you suddenly find yourself lifted off the ground and into her lap with a quick motion, filling it nicely

                                            "Ah! What're you doi-?"

                                            >You're cut off as the most heavenly feeling engulfs your entire being, effectively killing your care for anything else in the world

                                            >She scratches behind both your ears with both of her hands


                                            >You don't even try to fight it, instead angling your head so that she can deepen her scritches for you

                                            >God, you can see how Pon-E can cure depression, and you can actually see how this is better than any drug combination

                                            >This isn't just a drug, this is like the fountain of youth, the potion of love, and the silver string

                                            >It's the best damn thing that's ever happened to you

                                            >You rest your chin on her leg, and feel the warmth flowing from her body into you

                                            >You think you could fall asleep here if you didn't try to keep awake, but you don't think you had the willpower to care anymore

                                            >Why should you care about trivial things like that when you could just lay in someone's lap and get scratches?

                                            >It hits you, and you lift your head up, the scratches stop and your mind becomes clear once more

                                            >Blushing profusely you stutter to try and justify your revelation

                                            "I-I don't know about this, w-we're strangers. T-this really isn't right."

                                            >Despite how much you love it, and how poorly you're acquainted with social skills, you knew that this was extremely uncouth of both of you

                                            >"Aw, no, it's okay Anon. Think of me as a... good friend!"

                                            >You continue to lay in her lap, unsure of yourself once more, torn between the feelings of acting like a decent human being and just laying here without a care

                                            >You hear rustling, you turn towards the noise and see that Clara has gotten something out her purse, it looks like a stick

                                            >Further inspection shows you that it's just a brush

                                            >Why would she brush her hair in an elevator?

                                            >Your question is swiftly answered as she untucks your tail from out of her lap, exposing the frazzled thing while holding it gently

                                            >"Here, maybe this will calm you down."

                                            >You wonder what she's talking about, but that too melts away as she begins to softly stroke your tail with the brush, bringing the navy blue colors and silver highlights back into alignment

                                            >It gives you a sense of bliss

                                            >Why were you even worried earlier?

                                            >You don't want it to stop


                                            >Your eyes slowly close as each stroke of the brush along your new soft tail sends you further and further on the throes of relaxation

                                            >You hear a soft yet beautiful sound echoing against the walls of the elevator, hitting your fluffy pony ears

                                            >It's Clara's voice, singing

                                            >"Come little children, I'll take thee away... into a land of enchantment..."

                                            >It sounds so nice

                                            >Makes you want to...

                                            >Fall asleep...

                                            >"Come little children..."

                                            >...

                                            >Some time later, you don't know how long, you find yourself awoken by a rustling sound, like plastic bags

                                            >Then you hear the sound of one of the apartment doors closing, of course it's loud, all the doors in this apartment complex creak

                                            >Your eyes flutter open, immediately you realize that you're still the tiny little bat pony filly

                                            >You must not have been asleep for very long

                                            >Pon-E lasts for about 12 hours, so it must've only been a few hours

                                            >You take notice of your surroundings, yawn, and then wipe the sleep out of your eyes

                                            "Where am I?"

                                            >It's certainly not your apartment, but it definitely is one of the apartments here

                                            >You're laying on a soft, low to the ground couch, something that would be easy to reach for a dog or a cat

                                            >Or a pony...

                                            >Looking around, you spot several gorgeous paintings with characters that seem to flow into each other

                                            >One that catches your eye is a faceless man relaxing in a park bench on a bright sunny day, hands folded in his lap as a yellow parakeet rests upon his right shoulder, adorned with a brown leather jacket

                                            >They're almost impressionist in nature from what you gather

                                            >"Oh, hey sleepyhead, you're awake!"

                                            >You immediately recognize Clara's voice, and turn your head to her

                                            >She's just setting shopping bags on her dining table

                                            "How long was I asleep?"

                                            >She thinks, staring at one of the works of art on her wall

                                            >Then she shrugs

                                            >"About four or five hours, not terribly long."


                                            >So you still have a while to go before you become the man you were meant to be

                                            >When you fell asleep, you were still stuck in the elevator with her, they must've gotten you two unstuck

                                            "When did the elevator get fixed?"

                                            >"Right after you fell asleep actually, and by then I figured that you were more important than my concert."

                                            >You blushed, feeling flattered that she would choose you over something she probably planned for weeks

                                            >"But it's no big deal really, spending time with a cute pony such as yourself is a great opportunity!"

                                            >O-oh.

                                            >She starts putting stuff away in her cabinets, and you distinctly make out a bag of alfalfa among the items

                                            "T-thanks Clara, I appreciate you looking out for me, but I really should get home. My cat needs to be fed and all."

                                            >You here her laugh from the kitchen

                                            >"Sure, Anon, I'll take you to your apartment so you can feed your 'cat'."

                                            >It's almost like she's mocking you, albeit in a friendly way

                                            "H-hey! I do have a cat! His name is Mittens and he's adorable!"

                                            >He really was

                                            >"Yeah well so are you, but you can't reach the elevator buttons, or turn the doorknob, or unlock your door, or..."

                                            "I get it!"

                                            >You snap, feeling irritated now, you can't even do simple things by yourself at this size

                                            >You probably wouldn't be using Pon-E if you can't do the simple things

                                            >"By the way, I nabbed your clothes and stuff while you were out. Found your bottle of Pon-E too. It's illegal to carry it with you y'know."

                                            >You roll your eyes, standing up and clumsily hopping off her sofa

                                            "I didn't know that, thanks for the reminder."

                                            >Your pony ears pick up the sound of someone walking into her living room, but Clara is still in the kitchen

                                            >Someone else?

                                            >"Afternoon, Clara, who's this cutie?"

                                            >Turning your head, you spot another pony

                                            >A unicorn stallion

                                            >Another pony in Clara's apartment

                                            >Ohgoddidyougetkidnapped.scree

                                            >Your eyes go wide at this sudden, but probably false, revelation

                                            >"Oh, afternoon Caster."

                                            >You stand there, tense


                                            >"This is Anonymous, it's his first time using Pon-E! He ended up as this cute little bat pony."

                                            >Your eyes flick from Caster to Clara as she kneels down to hug him

                                            >Then the dark haired girl turns to you

                                            >"Anon this is Caster, he's my boy- er... Coltfriend I suppose."

                                            >She's dating a pony?

                                            >Isn't that...

                                            >"It's not weird, lots of people and ponies are doing it! It's becoming more common now that Pon-E is being accepted don'tcha know."

                                            >Oh, huh

                                            >You let out an involuntary scree to relieve your stress

                                            >And earsplitting sound hits Clara and the rust colored unicorn's ears

                                            >They both smack their hands and hooves over them as Clara rushes over to you

                                            "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

                                            >As soon as she reaches you, you stop

                                            >"What was that about!?"

                                            >Clara shouts

                                            >Caster leans against the wall, disoriented, eyes rolling around in his sockets as he looks as though he's about to vomit

                                            "D-defense mechanism I guess."

                                            >She puts both her hands on her hips, staring down at you with a scalding gaze

                                            >"Defense mechanism huh?"

                                            >You look away from her, towards the door

                                            "I thought i was being kidnapped at first, but I know that's not the case now."

                                            >Her gaze lightens up, and you feel two arms wrap themselves under your forearms as she picks you up and hugs you against your chest

                                            >It feels nice

                                            >"I'm sorry if you felt that way, but I'd never do something like that, that's very cruel."

                                            >You hear a snort

                                            >"I dunno, sometimes I feel more like a prisoner than a coltfriend."

                                            >Caster trots his way into the kitchen

                                            >Clara shoots a glare back at him

                                            >"Shuddup, you can leave whenever you want."

                                            >"Yeah, yeah."

                                            >Their playful relationship eases you a little more, it feels good to have a friendly atmosphere

                                            >You suppose your pony emotions are much more sensitive now


                                            >"C'mon, let's get you to your apartment. Be back soon, Caster!"

                                            >"Alright sweetie!"

                                            >You hear more rustling coming from the kitchen, your ears swiveling

                                            >Clara walks over to her door, opens it, and then closes it as you two make your way to the elevator with you in her arms

                                            >"You know, I still get can't over how soft and fluffy your ears look, seriously, they look like two mini-pillows on your head."

                                            >You smile at the compliment, two tiny little fangs poking out of your muzzle

                                            "Thanks, I like them too, they're very warm and really sensitive."

                                            >Clara grins, and moves one arm up towards your head, scratching behind one of your ears

                                            >Ooooooohhhhhhh that is definitely the best part about Pon-E

                                            >A softer, not earsplitting scree makes its way out as you ease into her grip more

                                            "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

                                            >"Aww, how adorable."

                                            >The two of you step into the elevator, and she looks down at you, all while scratching your ears

                                            >"What's your floor again?"

                                            >You briefly come out of your trance

                                            >"I-it's uhh... 22. Floor 22."

                                            >"Awesome."

                                            >You hear a ding as she mashes the button, and the doors slowly close

                                            >Up you go

                                            >Floor 18

                                            >Floor 19

                                            >Floor 20

                                            >The elevator slows to a crawl as the doors open to reveal a dark green pegasus mare with a neon green mane

                                            >She looks up in surprise, then smiles warmly

                                            >"Oh how adorable."

                                            >Clara smiles, unbeknownst to you

                                            >"Yeah, he- she's pretty cute."

                                            >"I'm Grown Grass by the way, mind pressing the button for floor 22?"

                                            >Clara blinks

                                            >"Oh, we were already going there!"

                                            >"How convenient!"

                                            >The elevator doors close on the three of you as the elevator goes up, Clara stops scratching your ears to allow you some reprieve

                                            "We almost there...?"

                                            >"Yeah."

                                            >The elevator pings and the doors open, the three of you step out

                                            "It's apartment 106."

                                            >"Gotcha."

                                            >Grass goes to the opposite end of the hallway as you two make the trek to your apartment

                                            >Grass knocks on Ms.Caldwell apartment


                                            >It hits you that this was the Grass Ms.Caldwell was talking about a few hours ago

                                            >What a small world

                                            >You two stop in front of your apartment

                                            >Clara sets you down, and you stand there patiently as she pats her pockets, looking for your keys

                                            >Her brow twists in confusion

                                            >"Could've sworn I grabbed them..."

                                            "You forgot my keys?"

                                            >She nods her head

                                            >"Yeah, apparently so, mind waiting here for a minute? I won't be long."

                                            >Being alone as small as you are probably wasn't a good idea, but this was a safe community

                                            "Yeah sure, I'll be alright."

                                            >Your ears move down a little bit

                                            >"Great, I'll be back!"

                                            >Clara jogs over to the elevator and gets in, the elevator doors close, and you hear it gently start up and start moving

                                            >Alone

                                            >That's what you are right now

                                            >You look around, not seeing anybody or pony

                                            >So you sit down, leaning your back against your apartment door, making a slight thump

                                            >You hear scratching coming from the other side

                                            >"Mrrrow?"

                                            >Your cat questioned, obviously missing you

                                            >He was very needy

                                            "Don't worry Mittens, daddy will be inside shortly!"

                                            >A pause, then he scratches more

                                            >Of course he wouldn't recognize your voice

                                            >Just then, you hear the door open to Ms.Caldwell's apartment

                                            >Uhoh.jpg

                                            >"Bye, Rosy, be back shortly!"

                                            >A white pony with a rust colored mane comes out, the door closes, and she sticks her tongue out at it

                                            >She grumbles, but your pony ears pick up on it

                                            >"Come back soon my flank..."

                                            >She looks up, and spots you

                                            >"Oh! Hello there young filly, are you lost?"

                                            >Um

                                            "No, j-just waiting for a friend to get the keys to my apartment, I'm Anonymous."

                                            >"Oh, ohhhh, first time using Pon-E?"

                                            >She starts walking towards you, and you shuffle nervously

                                            >Your instincts tell you this isn't good

                                            "Y-yeah, you can do whatever you were gonna do, I'm just waiting here."

                                            >She smiles

                                            >"Nah, I think I know what I'm gonna do."

                                            >You just now notice that she's a unicorn

                                            >BAD BAD BAD


                                            "Y-you really don't need to do anything!"

                                            >The unicorn, Rosy, stops

                                            >"You know, that's a really peculiar suggestion, because I've already made up my mind, little filly."

                                            >You involuntarily scrunch up your muzzle at this remark

                                            "I am not just some little filly! I-I am a grown man who wants some privacy!"

                                            >She smirks, and then quickly lays down in front of you, coming into eye level

                                            >"A grown man, huh? You sure don't look like it to me!"

                                            >Crap, she saw right through you, now you were probably going to be kidnapped, or possibly succumb to a fate worse than death

                                            >A single alabaster hoof reaches towards you, the owner of said hoof still smirking in all her smug glory

                                            >Silly stupid smug unicorn

                                            >It makes brief contact with your snout, then quickly recedes

                                            >"All done!" Rosy cheers in a sing song voice

                                            >She springs up on all four hooves, and then quickly bounds away, giggling while prancing merrily down the hall, turning a corner, then going out of view

                                            >You weren't sure what to make of the experience, other than just being a puddle of confusion

                                            >Naturally, your ears perk and automatically swivel towards the elevator as it chimes and the doors open

                                            >Clara swiftly walks over, then pauses when she sees you in such a confused state

                                            >You didn't realize it, but you were shivering from the contact and in fear

                                            >Stranger danger

                                            >"Are you okay, Anon?"

                                            >She slowly makes her way over, probably not wanting to startle you any further

                                            >"Did something happen while I was gone?"

                                            >She kneels down and reaches a hand out to you, making you flinch back

                                            >"Hey, it's okay." She says in a soothing voice

                                            >Her hand soothingly begins to stroke your head, even going as far as to scratch behind your ear

                                            >It felt really good

                                            >You weren't going to admit that though


                                            >So far this whole Pon-E thing was shaping up to be the best drug trip of your life, if you could even call it a "trip"

                                            >Those sweet, soft, heavenly fingers caressing your ears felt like someone spraying you with a boatload of muscle relaxers with absolutely no negative side effects

                                            >With the way you currently looked, apparently extremely adorable to both human and pony, you wouldn't be surprised if someone ponynapped you and charged others at least 5 dollars just to touch your ear fluff

                                            >You quite liked your ear fluff as a matter of fact, and wouldn't personally charge anybody to touch it, the tactile sensation of having the sensitive fur touched was enough of a payment to warrant touching

                                            >"Anon? You're drooling into my hand a little there, sweetie."

                                            >You snapped out of your dizzy enigma that you deemed paradise, and found your over sized pony eyes gazing up into Clara's

                                            "Uh s-sorry, it feels so good, I can't help myself!"

                                            >Her response was another giggle

                                            >Unfortunately for you, this is when she stopped stroking you, and flicked the tip of your ear before standing up to her full height

                                            >She absolutely towered over you as a human, seeing as you were about the size of a cat right now it made sense

                                            >Your keys in one hand, and the other being pressed against your apartment door, Clara twisted the lock and barged right into your home before you could get a word in

                                            "Yeah, just go in without asking why don't you?"

                                            >Clara smirked without looking at you and trudged right inside, your cat hissed before rushing around the corner to the bedroom, seemingly hiding from the two strangers

                                            "Aw no, Mittens! Come on, don't be like that!"

                                            >You ran between Clara's legs, hauling after your cat

                                            "It's just me, Anon!"

                                            >You hoped your cat would be reassured

                                            >It, however, could not speak English

                                            >The kitty was apparently waiting for you, tucked low to the ground with ears splayed backwards

                                            >He pounced, eliciting a squeak from you and a hiss from the cat


                                            >He pounced, eliciting a squeak from you and a hiss from the cat

                                            "No! Bad Mittens!"

                                            >As the cat launched in the air you closed your eyes and waited for it to strike you, but the strike never came

                                            >You heard a thud, then a sharp mewl as the cat impacted the wall with considerable force, claws tore on the carpet as it dashed off to safety

                                            >You opened your eyes and looked around, your former friend gone

                                            >Looking up, you found Clara standing over you, glaring at the direction where the cat ran off

                                            "Thanks um, Clara."

                                            >You sagged as you shakily got back up on your tiny hooves, definitely not expecting that from your cat

                                            >"No problem, Anon. Sorry about that, but I absolutely did not want to see you get turned into cat food."

                                            "I-it's okay."

                                            >You somberly walked into your small kitchen area and pointed a hoof towards the cat  food

                                            "Can you-"

                                            >Clara brightened up

                                            >"Yeah, I can handle feeding a cat."

                                            >She filled up the bowl of cat food, usually that would draw Mittens away from wherever he was sleeping, but for now he seemed to be sulking in a closet somewhere

                                            >You being a pony forgotten, you just went into your relatively clean bedroom and hopped up on the frame-less mattress, flopping over and pulling the covers over yourself into a little makeshift tent of darkness

                                            >Apparently Clara hadn't noticed you hiding

                                            >"Hey Anon! Where'd you go?"

                                            >You heard her walking about your apartment, calling out your name

                                            >It made you feel slightly guilty, but damn these pony emotions for making you depressed about a cat

                                            >You'd heard about Pon-E users become much more sensitive to emotion, but nothing like this

                                            >Finally she noticed your slightly ajar bedroom door, and knocked on it delicately

                                            >"Anon, you in here?"

                                            >You couldn't see her, but she apparently noticed the filly sized lump under the blankets

                                            >"Aw, Anon, c'mon. You're still upset about the cat?"

                                            >You didn't respond, choosing instead to curl into a ball


                                            >As nice as your new friend was, you sort of just wanted to sulk in your pool of depression and loneliness right now

                                            >Clara being Clara; that wouldn't do

                                            >You heard the mattress squeak as she sat down on your bed

                                            >"You have a nice room, you know that?"

                                            >You grumbled, it wasn't all that great honestly, the most expensive thing in your room was your drug stash

                                            "J-just don't go looking around, okay?"

                                            >Unbeknownst to you, Clara smiled mischieviously

                                            >"Oh? The little itsy bitsy filly finally talks!"

                                            >You grumbled again, shifting around irritably, your voice muffled from the layers of blankets

                                            "M'not a filly, you know this."

                                            >Her smile grew as she carefully leaned over your form, trying hard not to let you notice

                                            >The silence was unnerving for you, until you were suddenly blasted with light as the covers were ripped off your body

                                            >You let out a squeak as your eyes were forced to adjust to the light, but in your lapse of nerves, two hands gently yet quickly picked you up and placed you on a warm soft surface

                                            >In no longer than a few seconds you had gone from somber darkness to a warm and safe lap

                                            "Buh-?"

                                            >That was all you could stammer out until you felt your neck being stroked once more, your body sinking into Clara's lap

                                            >"Don't be upset over a little cat, Anon. It's only an animal, just like you're a little filly."

                                            >Your head popped up with indignance, despite the comfort of being pet, you were more than just a little filly

                                            "I am more than just a filly, Clara!"

                                            >Your squeaks laid upon deaf ears as she simply went to pet you again

                                            >You swatted her hand away with a hoof

                                            "Are you listening?"

                                            >Clara chuckled

                                            >"All I hear are the sad cries of a lost man trapped in a foreign body."

                                            >You blinked and got off her lap, staring at her worriedly, you hadn't expected that out of her mouth at all


                                            >She sat there on your bed, staring down at you smugly

                                            "Uh, Clara, I t-think I'd like to spend the rest of my time as a pony alone now."

                                            >Her smugness only grew as she stood up, once more towering over you, only this time you didn't feel like she was being so friendly any more

                                            >"Did you know that it only takes another pill within twenty-four hours to make the user turn into a pony permanently?"

                                            >You hadn't known that, but you did know that you suddenly felt very scared, and was very aware of why your cat may have acted the way it did

                                            >Cats can sense bad people, and were tense around said people

                                            >Your ears splayed back as she procured your bottle of pony from one of her pockets

                                            >"How about we do this the easy way, little filly? I've never seen a man become a mare AND become a filly before, after all."

                                            >You gulped, backing up into your dresser

                                            "N-no I'm good thanks!"

                                            >You dashed away towards the front door, only to find it closed, and you were much too small to reach the doorknob, however instincts kicked in at just the right moment in your primal fear

                                            >For the first time, you used your little bat wings to propel yourself upward, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it, managing to use all of your little strength to pull the heavy door open

                                            >Of course, Clara couldn't have that

                                            >"Oh no you don't, cutie!"

                                            >You were just out the door, even into the hallway, when you felt a certain someone grab your tail, trying to drag you back inside

                                            >You wailed with an iconic bat pony shriek, the pitch much higher being that you were both a filly and terrified out of your skull

                                            >It was like a rape whistle lodged in your throat

                                            "Nooo! I don't wanna be a pony forever! Someone help me!"


                                            >Much to your relief, old Mrs.Caldwell came shuffling down the hall with her "pet" Grown Grass, not really her pet, but Grown Grass benefited from the attention the kind old woman gave him

                                            >They immediately saw you struggling with being pulled into your apartment, face plastered with absolute terror

                                            >"Come on Anonymous, don't you want to be pet and snuggled forever?!"

                                            >You felt her tug once more, your hooves almost slipping from your grip on the doorframe

                                            "Please help!"

                                            >You nearly shouted at the two as they stood stunned, but luckily Grown Grass dashed over, grabbing your forearms with his, and tugged, his strength far outmatched Clara's as you bowled over forward into his chest

                                            >Not without some of your tail hair getting ripped out however

                                            >"Hey, what gives?"

                                            >Clara marched out, and saw Grown Grass holding you in his embrace as you sobbed into his chest

                                            >He glared at Clara with the most hateful look a pony could possibly give

                                            >"You stay right the buck there, miss. Mrs.Caldwell, ring the police!"

                                            >The old lady obliged, giving a final glaring glance at Clara before marching back into her apartment

                                            >"What the buck is wrong with you? You can't just foalnap somepony!"

                                            >Clara smiled innocently, although she knew she was busted

                                            >"I uh, I was just playing games with my boyfriend!"

                                            >You looked up from your sobbing and stared into Grown Grass's scathing gaze

                                            "S-she t-tried to turn m-me into a pony foreverrrr!"

                                            >You once again resumed your sobbing, feeling the stress of the situation overcome you

                                            >The green pony hugged you close

                                            >"Why would you do such a thing you... you... you psycho!"