>be you
>You get bored so you decide to do some shopping
>load up tor
>always some good shit on the deep web
>you type in one of your favorite URLs
>The site takes a minute or two to load, and you start looking through the listings
>one catches your eye
>"Horse TF Potion"
>"Become a pone!"
>there was no price listed.
>Clicking on the listing, you see that they're just giving it away for free.
>Too good to be true. Probably laced with some shit, or something.
>...What if it was legit, though?
>well, may as well place your order. What's the worst that could happen?
"Why am I such a massive faggot?"
>you click order.
>A day or so later you get a message from the guy who was selling them.
>He just told you that it would be coming within the week.
>And that you should stay in touch once you're a pony.
>He asks you to send pictures of your transformed self, once it gets there.
"Ha. probably just some creep, maybe I won't drink the fucking potion..."
>eventually the day comes and you get a knock at your door
>You open the door, and look down to see an unmarked cardboard box.
>It wasn't in perfect condition, it was a little scraped up, but it wasn't exactly falling apart.
>You glance around warily, sure that whoever dropped it off was watching you.
>You pick up the box and hurry back inside, closing and locking the door behind you.
>It certainly feels like some kind of glass container in there.
>you can feel the weight of the fluid sloshing around, the glass knocking against the box's edges.
>Setting it down on the table, you warily open the lid to have a look 
>Yep, seems to be as advertised.
>You pick up the vial and hold it to the light, contemplating whether or not to really do it.
>You notice a handwritten note that was tucked in underneath the container
>Putting the vial back down, you pick up the note and read it.

>"Hi anon!" A small stylized heart dotted the i's. 
"Hopefully if you're reading this it means you got the package. Enjoy!~ P.S. It might seem a little weird at first, but power through! See you on the other side."
>Huh.
>Well, you guess they seemed nice...
>What if this was legit?
>a little voice whispers in your head.
>Do it.
>another responds.
>Don't do it! What if it's permanent? What about your friends and family? Your job?
>You can be a pony. You've always wanted to be a pony. You can have hooves! And soft fur, doesn't that sounds great?
>Commitments!
>Tail!
>Responsibilities!
>Possible wings?
>you shake your head, clearing the voices away.
"Fuck it, down the hatch."
>You pop the lid open and pour it down your throat, expecting it to taste revolting.
>Surprisingly, it tastes like... cotton candy.
>Or just very sweet. Might've been added to counteract the natural taste...
>Already you can feel the changes happening.
>Blue fur begins sprouting from your arms, which are collapsing to become forelegs.
>You can feel it spreading across your body, your nose extending out into a muzzle and your hair- no, mane, lengthening to drop in front of your face. 
>it too was changing colour, to a light purple that compliments your coat.
>Two wings begin to sprout from your back, ripping through what clothes you were wearing.
>Your pants had fallen off a while ago, to make room for your newly structured legs.
>Your fists and feet had compacted into hooves, feeling like they were turning themselves inside out to make room for the soft frogs.
>And then it was over.
>Your ears swivel, and you noticed you can hear a lot more than you could before.
>You get up, shakily, and realize that you were now a pony.
>It hits you. You were a pony. That guy wasn't fucking around, this was legit.
>You didn't even care, this was amazing!
>You flexed your new wings, giving a clumsy prance with a happy smile on your face.
"No regrets." you say out loud, looking at yourself in the mirror and cooing with content.
>Maybe you would send some pictures to that guy, after all. You were a heckin cutie
>You stick out your tongue.
>blep
>Adorable.
>You go to your computer, loading up the messaging software and your webcam.
>you take a picture of yourself
>attach file
>"It worked!"
>hit send
>You almost instantly receive a reply.
>"Excellent... I'll be seeing you shortly."
>wait what
>The new fur on the back of your long neck stands up, a sense of unease and extreme paranoia coming over you.
>You eye the doors and windows.
>You could almost start to see cloaked figures coming in to snap a bag laced with chloroform over your head and take you away to some sick fuck's basement, to be their pet, or worse...
>you start breathing heavily, climbing into your bed and covering your head with your blankets.
>this was going to be a long night