Abominable Goo Plushie Thing


                                            //Posted on the Thread a Long Time Ago

                                            //Archived here and on a Google Docs account https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QUvoOXrwuVGrtEexmkFegkMos870bVhpHPQMRCPLM4s/edit?usp=sharing


                                            It was a simple thing, health and safety. Be aware of your surroundings, don't slack off, don't be casual around large, complex machinery.

                                            Those many people who died seemed like a distant statistic in safety lectures.


                                            But as your boot refused to find purchase on a patch of slippery ground near the maintenance access to the massive, grinding gears you felt that statistic suddenly much closer.

                                            As your hand almost reached the handrail as you fell, but it was inches short.


                                            Fuck.


                                            As your back impacted the gears you could feel your shirt tearing, the sudden trauma felt like it was ripping apart and stretching your flesh like taffy... except it seems the flesh of your back continued being stretched and tugged by the pulling gears... tugging your... elastic body apart as your bones crumpled into your mangled body.


                                            Without sensory overload it would have been less than a second, you could tell by each revolution and spinning of the gears tugging your body.


                                            Maybe the trauma had fucked with your senses, but you could feel yourself being stretched beyond recognition, almost dissolved into a pink taffy as you began to drizzle down the machine.


                                            You knew you shouldn't be able to see, your eyes were gone or disfigured when the gears tore apart your head and stretched them into the mess of your body.


                                            Eventually the mess that was your existence had started to jam the machine up, causing it to stall, the engines whirring.


                                            This gave you a moment to try and piece together your sensations, figure out how the mess of stretched nerves and folded body parts actually fit together.


                                            Each small bit of you that dripped off still felt attached somehow until it reached a certain distance away, being carried away by the conveyor belt beneath you. This short lived status quo started to change as the whirring machine started to heat up, causing more and more of you to drip onto the conveyor belt below, eventually causing the mass of your body to slump down with a big, wet thud.


                                            You stared up at the ceiling, unable to move as you idly wondered which conveyer you were even on. This was answered when you saw a vague blob of color fall off a wrack above onto you, a shell of pink fabric that impacted into you in the dark, causing the ticklish sensation of your body soaking into the fury of the fabric of the massive stuffed animal.|


                                            Okay, yeah, the plushies.... one of those massive ones they made... the pink reminded you of the one pink cotton candy horse that they made toys out of... Pinky Pie was it? Yeah, something from the pony show that people watched online.


                                            As your mind drifted you could feel more and more of your body being sucked into the plushy, more than you think it could naturally hold.


                                            You could feel your consciousness jerked upwards, shifting into the plushie as it was pulled from the puddle of you, your brain deciding that the plushie contained the majority of your body now.


                                            It felt weird, soft and fuzzy and spread out, your mind fading in and out as you felt yourself being stitched together, stuffing being pumped into your fabric and allowing some of your excess goo to settle into it.


                                            The feeling of the ears stitched onto your head, the shape of your muzzle, and a machine finally giving you large, white eyes.


                                            The poofy mane and tail were attached, your body naturally integrating them, causing a weird hypersensitivity from having nerves covering each thread of fuzzy mane and poofy tail.


                                            Eventually it stopped, your body being completed as you were dropped unceremoniously back into a conveyer belt. This time not for long before you were dumped into a box of plushies.


                                            You took a bit to rest, let your spinning head relax as you tried to get reacquainted with yourself. It seems your body had... done what it could to sort things out, naturally associated each slightly overstuffed foreleg with parts of your original body.


                                            You slowly started moving your arm, shivering at the feeling. The way it moved was more like a noodle than a proper joined limb. Your rattled mind let out a giggle as you waved your hooves, feeling kinda like an octopus.


                                            Like an octopus you swam, pulling yourself to the surface of the pile of pinkie plushes.  You blinked, raising a hoof to look at it. It was trippy, having a soft fuzzy hoof instead of a hand, but going from near death to full pony had left you with a weird euphoria.


                                            With some struggle you were able to pull yourself onto the rim of the vat, tumbling onto the floor with a softer thud. It felt weirdly good, being that light and fluffy, even if your mane was still hypersensitive where it touched the floor.