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Since my other threads have died I wanted to work on an idea I have had for a while. One of my characters has a curse on him. Every night he becomes a batpony, though he only seeks fruit to eat. I was thinking of a thread where he is mistaken for a threat by the ponies in the mustang lands and they send out for other ponies to come capture this menace. I have one player interested already. I just need one more. Any one wanna join?
Thunderbuck had taken his cart into town now. His niece peeking out of the open window up front. She was calm, watching the various other ponies walk past. Buck pulled the cart alone, his magic making it lighter and rolling on its own. As he came to an empty spot, he parked the cart and unhitched himself. CaramelCream busied herself inside with finding a few things. The coin case they used to collect anything the ponies offered. her basket, which she normally sold backed goods from. Though at the moment it was empty. She looked around and spotted the coin pouch Buck had for buying supplies. Picking it up in her magic she pulled her basket in her teeth and slipped out the back. She was headed for the town center. She was intent on buying supplies for the two of them for a few days. She wondered how successful her uncle would be here. This town didnt seem to have any performers standing around yet. But maybe they came at a different time of day. If that was the case, uncle Buck would have the town to himself for at least a little while. Thunderbuck was in the cart, looking at the by laws of Ponyville, He had left the side windows open in the event some pony wandered up. he did offer instrument repair as well as street music. The posters on the side listed his prices. As he was looking over the laws to see if he needed a license to perform here in Ponyville, he paused to look up toward where Caramel was walking. This town was peaceful and the foal was old enough to use her magic if she needed. He had taught her how to teleport if she needed it. But it was just one of the few spells she had. She was learning the lightning magic that was common to their family. At least she need not worry about bullies with that in her saddle bags.
So ummm... Through one mean or another, whoever is in this thread starts as a human, and begins slowly transforming into a pony of their choice. Hilarity ensues and **** happens. Feel free to join (even if I don't know you)
It was morning in Ponyville. Spike let out a full stretch the moment he awoke. This is when he noticed something was not right. For one thing, he felt a lot smaller than he normally did. His bedding which was rather snug for an teenaged dragon felt more like a king sized bed than a simple cot. Once he started to grow, he had to move out of Twilight's bedroom and his beloved 'doggy bed' and into the library's basement. Which was something he was never too keen on doing, but it was either the basement or he would have to find another home, and he couldn't even think about leaving Twilight. While he remembered the potion the mulberry unicorn had given him, he did not remember going to bed that night. What he did not know that his foster-mother had given him a sedative along with the transformation potion, knowing full well how painful it would have felt to have one's body quickly shift from dragon to pony. He glanced down at his new body, at least he was still purple! Feeling the desire to see how the rest of his new form looked, he started to climb out of his bed, only to tumble head first onto the hard floor, "Agh!", he yelped. This pain was a new sensation for him as he was no longer covered in a protective coat of scales, but now the only thing that kept his skin safe was his pony fur. "This is going to take some time getting used to", he reached over to touch his cheek with his right hoof. "No fingers! How in Equestria am I gonna help Twilight when she needs me to write letters for the Princess? Oh duh!", he thought to himself, "Twilight made me a unicorn like her! Would only make sense, I was a magical dragon, so I'll be a magical pony.", he slowly got up from the floor and tried to walk. Before he could just place one foot in front of another, but now he had four feet to contend with. It took him some time to get used to it, he knew Twilight would forgive him if her breakfast was a little on the late side, but with a little dedication he was able to make it to a mirror. "Holy guacamole!", he yelped as he paused to admire his reflection in the mirror. Twilight sure made him into a handsome looking pony! But something was wrong. Instead of a proud horn on his head, he wore a pair of strange, webbed purple and light green wings on his sides. This didn't make any sense! He was supposed to be an unicorn! He shrugged before giving his new pair of wings a flex, "Well, at least I'm a pony.", he muttered to himself. As he was getting older and larger, uncomfortable urges started to fill his very being. He felt the need to horde, and his growing appetite was starting to get out of hand and while she would not admit it, he was more than a large burden on Twilight's financial situation and he hated to see Twilight worry so. Other urges started to flow, and after scaring Applejack's sheep one day, he wasn't permitted near the farm for more than a few months. And while he was still able to fulfill his appetite on pony-food and gems, he still felt the need for something a little fresher and a far more fleshier. He had considered moving out of Ponyville and back into Canterlot. The princess' probably could have used a big dragon to fight on their side against the kingdom's enemies, but he still wondered how long he would be 'Spike'. Would his mind change with his body like it did before? Would he become a monster? He flexed his wings, pumped out his chest and growled, "Why hello Rarity! Noice anything different about me? Huh? I'll give you a hint!". He waggled his eyebrows at his own reflection before turning away from the mirror and towards the stairs. The need to eat Applejack's sheep and to horde was no longer a problem for him..Getting up these stairs..Now that might be a problem. It seemed like forever, but he was able to get up the stairs and only managed to give himself a few bumps and bruises along the way. He was able to push open the door, "Hey Twilight...er..", he stopped realizing what he said, "Er..Mom? Hey mom!", he glanced around the Golden Oaks Library, hoping his 'mother' was awake.