Terribad Trixie Transformation [garbage, complete]

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>You are Sethisto, operator of autists anonymous website Equestria Daily
>It's evening, designated clopping hour. The only light in the room is the blue glow emanating from your cumstained monitor
>A figurine of a cerulean unicorn in a hat and cape sits next to your keyboard
>Episode 6, Boast Busters, you've fapped to it it more times than you can count
>You stare at the unicorn on your screen, her face contorted in a smug expression and the contours of her delicious flank emphasized by the cape on her back
>Your own face is screwed up in concentration as you stroke your tiny rod, and your pasty white ass is firmly glued to your computer chair
"Oh fuck Trixie, you great and powerful bitch, make Sethy cum!"
>You reach up with your free hand and raise the volume of your speakers, just in time to hear Trixie's gloriously bitchy voice
>"Ooh. What's the matter? Afraid you'll get a hair out of place in that "rat's nest" you call a mane?"
>This insult is all it takes to push you over the edge
>Suddenly your monitor is more cum than pixels, and the Trixie doll gets a full load to the face
>You scream out in pleasure, perhaps a bit too loud, but it wouldn't have been the first time your neighbors heard you
>Climax doesn't last long, it's only been a couple hours since your last session with Trixie
>Nonetheless, you reach for the wipes you keep next to your computer and get ready to clean up
>Suddenly you hear a knock at the door
>Fuck
>*CAN'T YOU SEE MY DICK IS IN MY HAND* you think to yourself as you hastily wipe everything off and put your pants back on

>You rush to the door and pull it open
>...fucking nothing
"Goddamn internet and their dox"
>You're about to close the door again when you hear a sound below you
>You look down
>There's a small cardboard shipping box on your doormat
>A package at this hour? You certainly haven't ordered anything, your poor-ass couldn't afford it
>Who would even send you a package? Your parents hate you and as far as you can tell you don't have any friends
>Whatever, free shit is free shit
>You take the package and bring it back to your room, putting it down on your bed
>It's late and you're tired, so you don't give a shit about being careful with the thing
>You rip into the package until it splits open
>What appears to be plush falls onto your bed
>It's a pony
>It's blue
>It's wearing a wizard's hat and cape
>It's got a smug look on its face
>IT'S FUCKING TRIXIE
>You try to contain your joy and your jizz as you grab the thing and pull it into a hug, silently thanking whoever sent you this package from the gods

>Speaking of whoever sent this thing, who the fuck DID send this thing?
>You look around for a note on the bed
>You check the box for shipping information
>Survey returns fuck-all, captain!
>OH WELL, FREE TRIXIE
>You turn the Trixie plush over in your hands, admiring the attention to detail
>Suddenly you get a thought and turn it over to look at its flank
>No hole in the back, damn
>You'll just have to make your own later
>You find yourself yawning, how late is it anyway?
>12:00am
"Goddammit, I've got to be awake in the morning so I can post all that shitty fanfiction to EQD"
>You go back to your computer one final time
>You post a saucy picture of Trixie with no title and no caption on EQD, trollface.jpg
>You grab your new waifu plush and get into bed, stroking her elegantly stitched mane
>As you drift off to sleep, you begin a wonderful dream
>You're Trixie, and you're acting out Boast Busters
>At the end of the episode you somehow end up in an orgy instead of fleeing
>SCORE
>This is the best fucking day ever

>It's morning
>The bright Arizona sun billows in through the window curtains
>Your eyes slowly begin to open, you still remember that incredible dream of last night
>As your vision comes into focus you notice the Trixie plush staring back at you on the other side of the bed
"Mornin' beautiful, miss me?"
>You pull her closer and bring your mouth to her face (not the real thing but hell, beats imagining everything)
>This display of man and pony doll lip-locking continues for a few minutes, until you realize you have other shit to do
>At least it's summer
"I'll be back later"
>You walk into the bathroom and debate wether or not to shower
>Nah, not like you'll actually be leaving the house anytime soon
>You brush your teeth and apply deodorant in an attempt to remain at least somewhat hygenic
>Even reclusive neckbearded horsefuckers have standards ya know
>Your eyes are still sensitive to light at first, but over time your view of yourself in the mirror becomes clearer
>...why the fuck are your eyes purple
>You look back at the Trixie doll on your bed, its purple eyes staring back and its expression just as smug as always
>You inspect yourself for any more weirdness, but notice nothing
"Guess I'll check WebMD or something"
>You walk over to your computer wearing a shirt and underwear but no pants, time to get posting

>You post the same shit as always: shitty fanfics, shitty dubstep, questionable pictures of ponies
>Soon it's clopping hour again
>Only this time you have your new friend to help you out
>You turn the lights out and bring the plush over to the computer, making all the necessary preparations
>You smile and turn your plush over, preparing to make a hole in the back...
>...but there's already one there
>What the fuck? That wasn't there last night! You may have been tired but you remember that much for certain!
"No point in biting the hand that feeds you I suppose"
>You bring the hole down onto your cock
>OH JESUS IT'S TIGHT
>DOESN'T EVEN FEEL LIKE FABRIC GODDAMN
>You climax far earlier than you thought possible, filling the insides of the hole with your man gravy
>You SWEAR you heard the plush moan in Trixie's unmistakable voice, probably just your imagination
>Fuck this thing is amazing
>You clean it out and collapse into bed
>You're suddenly really tired from your Trixie abuse
>You drift off to sleep and into another dream, again becoming Trixie, but this time performing a magic show in Canterlot
>Followed up with a lesbian princest threesome
>Hot damn brain, you're the best

>Wake up again
>Same shit as yesterday, only this time you shower
>You climb out of the shower and dry yourself off
>You look into the mirror and wipe off some of the mist with your hand
>...your hair is slightly blue, and you can notice a few light blue streaks
"What the FU-"
>Your voice is slightly higher than you remember, you bring your hand up and stop yourself mid-sentence in disbelief
>You stare into the mirror open mouthed for a few minutes, before ultimately deciding to wait and see what happens
>Strange that a Trixie plush appears and then suddenly all this weird shit starts happening
>Maybe you're turning into a pony or something, heh
>You chuckle to yourself at the idea, you're probably just getting a fever and hallucinating or something
>Come to think of it that plush you fucked could've been sent from anywhere, and from anyone. It could've been carrying something.
>Might be a good time to visit the doctor, but for now you just want to post ponies
>Your stomach rumbles
>Haven't been eating much have you? Time for an inventory check.
>You open your pantry and your fridge
>Getting really close to empty
>Well shit, time for a grocery run
>You grab your Trixie plush, deciding to bring her along for the car ride (why the hell not really)
>You drop your keys going out the door, stupid fucking fingers
>You drop them again getting in the car, goddamn what's wrong with you today?

>You arrive at the grocery store, leaving Trixie behind in the car
>Odd enough that you brought her here to begin with, you don't want to look like a complete manchild carrying her around the store
>You walk in and grab a basket, probably best not to spend too much on this trip
>As you walk passed the fruit and vegetable aisle they catch your eye
>You're practically fucking drooling, so many delicious apples, oranges, tomatoes, and carrots
>You have no idea what's come over you, but there's no way you're going to pass this up
>You fill your basket with bag after bag of vegetables, not leaving much room for anything else
>Gotta go pick up some meat and bread, make myself a sandwich or something
>You walk towards the meat section, but the moment the stench of it hits your nose you recoil
>*FUCK I CAN'T BREATHE*
>*WHY DOES THAT SMELL SO HORRIBLE*
>You plug your nose and walk to the next isle, bread and pasta
>You fill the top of your basket with wheat bread, this is gonna make a great fuckin' sandwich
>You spy the pasta
>Hell, may as well grab some for later, this could be a good dinner
>There's no room in the basket, fuck
>You think for a moment before grabbing two boxes of spaghetti and place one in each pocket

>That should do it
>You make your way to the registers
>Apparently the store's been filling up while you were browsing, it's become pretty crowded
>Shitshitshit gotta get there fast
>You pick up the pace
>You trip over yourself a bit for whatever reason, why are you so clumsy today?
>You sprint a bit before catching your leg on someone's cart and falling to the ground, spilling most of your groceries
>Normally you'd apologize and be on your way, but for whatever reason you feel REALLY bitchy right now
"GET OUT OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE'S WAY NEXT TIME"
>Fuck what
>FUCK WHAT
>DID YOU REALLY JUST FUCKING SAY THAT
>HOW FUCKING LOUD DID YOU SAY THAT
>A crowd begins to gather, the guy you tripped over is still taken-aback from your outburst
>You step backwards a bit to gather your groceries
>You trip BACKWARDS over yourself
>The spaghetti boxes fall from your pockets and break open on the floor
>Spaghetti fucking everywhere
>You stammer slightly as you crouch and resume picking things up
>Eyes are everywhere, all staring at you as if you're some sort of circus animal
>You want nothing more than to be out of here right now
>As if listening to your mental pleas, a reddish glow appears just above your forehead
>The fuck?
>Suddenly the room explodes with light, you can't see a goddamn thing
>The fuck?!
>You find yourself outside of your car with your basket of groceries
>You have no idea what just happened but you're not going to question it
>You get in your car and drive away, but not before dropping your keys again

>You're driving home
>You glance at your Trixie plush with every opportunity
>Has its expression gotten even more smug?
>Why did you feel compelled to bring it with you to the store?
>WHY THE FUCK IS ANY OF THIS HAPPENING TO YOU
>There's definitely something wrong with you
>Yeah you've got to get to a doctor before whatever this is gets worse
>You pull up back at your townhouse
>Sun's going down, what time was it when you went to the store anyway?
>Goddamn you've lost track of everything
>Somehow you don't feel like clopping, even though this is normally when you'd do it
>Nor do you feel like using the Trixie plush
>Hell, you just want to get to bed or something
>You get back in your house and start putting the fruits and vegetables you recovered in the fridge
>Through one of the bags, you notice an absolutely delicious looking red apple
>SETH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU CAN'T EAT ALL THOSE FUCKING APPLES
>FUCK YOU I CAN'T EAT ALL THESE APPLES
>You rip open the bag and grab the fruit, feverishly raising it to your mouth to take a bite
>Oh MAN THAT'S A GOOD FUCKING APPLE
>You can't tell if it's a particularly good apple or if your sense of taste is all screwed up
>Either way it's the best apple you've ever tasted
>You almost reach in to take another, but the apple was actually pretty filling and at this point you're really tired
>You grab Trixie again and take her back to your bed
>You give her a quick hug before climbing under the covers and drifting off

>You're dreaming again, still Trixie
>This time you're alone in your wagon, it's night time
>You feel incredibly horny for some reason
>There's this fire between your legs that you won't be able to shake on your own
>You try anyway
>No matter how hard you try it's still there
>You need a stallion, you need SOMEONE or SOMETHING to stick it in you
>Suddenly you lurch awake in your bed
>What a fucking strange dream
>It's still night, you suppose that makes sense considering you went to sleep early
>You begin to climb out of bed, only to realize that your legs don't quite reach the ground
>What the fuck?
>You jump down to the floor
>ERROR: BALANCE IS OFF
>ATTEMPTING TO CORRECT
>FAILURE TO CORRECT BALANCE, GOING DOWN
>You stumble forward and land on all fours, but somehow this feels completely natural
>You try to bring a hand to your head, but you're missing your fingers...
>In fact, your whole arm is covered in cerulean fur
>Oh god
>You run to the bathroom, still on all fours
>You're too short to reach the mirror, so you jump up and put your arms (front legs?) on the counter
>You look in the mirror, your pupils shrink, and what you see makes you let out an unusually high-pitched scream

>Standing right there in the mirror is Trixie
>Your mouth is agape
>You wave an arm
>Trixie waves an arm
>You look around
>Trixie looks around
>You are Trixie
>And your loins are burning something awful
>You're pretty much dripping on the floor, but you try to ignore this as you continue flipping out
"WHAT THE FUCK HAS HAPPENED TO TRIXIE"
>Oh no
>Why are you speaking in the third person
>Why did you refer to yourself as Trixie
>You think for a second
>THE PLUSH
>You run back over to your bed
>The plush is gone
>You look more
>It's literally nowhere
>All this searching is making you tired
>You're becoming more and more aware of the fire between your legs
>Your leg is soaked in marejuice, you can't go on like this
>You want nothing more than for some stallion to mount you and rut you silly
>Unfortunately for you there aren't any around
>Without even thinking, your horn lights up and the nearest nearest somewhat-phallic object you have comes darting towards you
>TV remote? Good enough
>If it weren't for the burning between your legs you'd be amazed that you can perform magic
>No such fucks are given
>You try to no avail to pleasure yourself with the remote, your forehoof rubbing at your loins simultaneously
>This isn't working, you NEED a stallion
>Your mind races, you remember the nearest farm to you has horses
>A few miles away, but you're prepared to run many times further for delicious horse cock
>You race towards the door without a second thought and magic it open, slamming it shut behind you in your lustful rage

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