Geoff wakes up groggy. Everything feels… wrong. He has a pounding headache, and everything feels numb. How much did he drink last night? Last thing he remembers was stomping a box full of shit rats, must have gone a bit overboard celebrating.
Oh hey there champ" said the booming voice of a woman. Why was she so loud? Geoff’s hangover was killing him.
“Bit of a headache, huh?” She said as she walked over to Geoff. The sound of her footsteps were so loud that Geoff assumed she must weigh something like 400 pounds.
“How drunk was I?” Geoff thought as he tried to bring his hand to his aching head. His body wasn’t responding. In fact, other than his headache, Geoff couldn’t feel anything. A look of panic crept across his eyes as he tried to ask what was going on, but his mouth wouldn’t move either. And then he realized he couldn’t see anything either! Did this whale blindfold him?
“Oh don’t mind the blindfold, don’t want to ruin the surprise” the woman said as if she heard him, humming as she opened a bottle of beer, “Let myself in by the way, found your address in your wallet. Hope you don’t mind.”
Geoff struggled to move, but his body wouldn’t answer.
“Yeah, I had to sedate you real good.” The woman said, the voice booming out as if a giant was looming over Geoff. “I saw you doing something very naughty. A whole little family of fluffies gone just for a laugh and well, I got a smidge angry.” the woman said with a faux cutesy voice. “And when I saw I was too late to help them, I got well… a lot angry.” She said darkly.
"I’m what you might call an, “Out of towner”, She said as she kicked up her feet onto the living room table. Geoff could feel himself bounce from the motion, as if knocked him into the air if ever so slightly.
“See, turns out you missed one.” She said as she stroked the hair of a tiny little foal. The poor thing was too young to see or understand what had happened. It cooed in the woman’s hands, its belly warm and full of milk, the trauma of the night seemingly wiped from its little mind.
“I found this poor little thing desperately clinging to its very dead mother and I just couldn’t let it die in an alleyway. Can you imagine? Vile thing to do, really.”
“God, will this bitch ever shut up?” Geoff thought to himself as he could start feeling his face again. His mouth felt… wrong. He ran his tongue over his teeth. They were all flat, like his canines were replaced with grinders.
“That’s a rude thing to think, Geoff” She said, “I’m trying to explain your situation and you’re being quite disrespectful.” She tsked and continued, “I’m a bit of a miracle worker, I can do a lot of things that most folks don’t think possible.” She took a long sip of beer, “You have terrible taste, by the way, this is awful.” She placed the bottle down next to Geoff’s head. The clanking of bottle on the table sounded massive to him. “One of the things I can’t do is bring back the dead. But I can take a nasty little man and make him just what this little baby needs.”
The woman reached over Geoff’s head and removed the blindfold. She was incredibly big. A giant, like something out of a godzilla movie. The muscles that he could feel tensed up in growing terror. His eyes darted around, he was in his house but everything was way too big. Or was he too small?
“This pretty little girl needed a new mommy.” The woman moved a tiny chirping foal into Geoff’s view. The disgusting thing was a pink pegasus with a white mane. Stupid thing couldn’t even open its eyes. Geoff glared at it. God he hated these things. One thing poked at the back of his head, it wasn’t nearly as tiny as it should be, “And since you got rid of her old mommy, I decided to have you volunteer!” she said in fake enthusiasm.
The woman tilted Geoff’s head forward so that he could look down at himself. He screamed. All he could see was pink fluff, hooves, and an engorged pair of teats. “Wha da fwuck?” He screeched, his voice coming out as a sickeningly cutesy voice.
“Language, young lady.” The woman said in a mocking tone. She lowered the foal down onto Geoff’s teats and smiled as it latched on, “You don’t want to set a bad example for your baby, do you?”
“Wha haff uwe dun to fwuffie?” Geoff asked, his words coming out wrong. He was talking like one of those shit rats.
“Do you guys have “Brother Bear” here? It’s one of those deals.” The woman said, “Had to get a bit creative, hard to put 180 pounds of shit into a 10 pound bag so I might have chopped off a few IQ points here and there. Based your new look off of the mare you killed, seemed appropriate.”
"M…munstah mommeh… " Geoff squealed out in abject horror. He struggled to move, his limbs finally starting to respond to his commands. The damned babbeh suckling at his teats had to go. It was dummeh babbeh. All babies dummeh babbeh. He tried to swipe at it with his hoof but was stopped by some unseen force. He tried again. And again. And again. His body wouldn’t let him hurt the dumb thing.
“Yeah so I saw that coming and put up some mental blocks. You can’t hurt this little precious little girl. Would kind of defeat the whole, “Ironic punishment” premise.” She sat back and stretched out, draping her arms over the back, “So here’s the deal. You raise this foal into a fully grown whatever it is and I’ll change you back. Anything happens to it? You’re stuck, forever.”
“Uwe no ged away wid dis, hummies wook for fwuffie” Geoff said, staring daggers at the woman, “Peeple fin uwe in fwuffie homsies! Go fowevah sowwies box!”
“Buddy, c’mon. If I can turn you into a tiny horse and brainjack you into not being able to hurt that baby that you clearly hate, do you think I can’t manage covering up a missing person? This is like, magic 101 shit.”
Geoff started crying, “Huuu huuuu… worstest hummies make fwuffie a fwuffie. Hates hummies wady! Hates fwuffies! Hates wife! Fwuffie… wan die…” Geoff laid there for what felt like an eternity of despair, repeating “wan die” over and over with a catatonic look on their face.
The woman raised an eyebrow and started searching on Geoff’s phone as the mare continued to mindlessly repeat the words. “Oh.” The woman said, “Who would hardwire that into an animal? That’s just dumb.” She snapped her fingers in front of Geoff’s face and he came back to his senses. “You don’t get to die, Geoff. Buuuut these pony things are like, crazy fragile.”
The woman ran her hands over Geoff’s fluffy body, “Bit of insurance, densing up some bones, a few emergency spells set to go off in case of accidents.” She then moved down to the foal and did the same, “When I came up with this I did not realize these things were like, super death prone. Not from around here, so that’s really my bad. Rigged it a bit in your favor, I don’t actually want you to fail.”
Geoff grumbled. Can’t kill the foal. This bitch won’t even let him kill himself. He noticed that he could now feel the rest of his body, whatever sedative this woman used must have worn off while he was doing… whatever that was. He tried to sit up and cringed at the sensation of the chirpie sucking at his tit. He lunged his hooves at the thing, trying to rip it off of him but his body betrayed him yet again. He instead stroked the foal’s mane. Geoff groaned and at least managed to remove it from his nipple, placing it gently on the table. “Babbeh haff enuff miwkiess, Mummeh need bweak”
The tiny foal chirped in complaint until the woman carefully lifted it onto a small basket with a soft blanket. She stroked its mane until the foal drifted off to a peaceful slumber. “I forgot to introduce myself, sorry. Very rude of me.” The woman said as she placed the basket next to her on the couch. “You can call me Maxine. Demi-goddess of transformation and rebirth.” She reached her hand out to Geoff and shook his hoof, “I’m sure we’ll get to know each other very well.” She gave Geoff a surprisingly sincere smile.
“Hates wowsteset munstah mummeh!” Geoff screeched back. “Hates dummeh babbeh. Huu huu huu”
Maxine shrugged and said, “I’m sure you’ll come around, the three of us have plenty of time.” She lifted Geoff up, ignoring the cries of bad uppies and placed the mare next to her on the couch and turned on the TV. “So my pink friend, what’s your netflix password?”
I’m a (terrible) transformation artist/writer under an alias and saw this stuff and devoured a bunch of hugbox content. Ironic transformations are like, the bread and butter of the TF community so I was basically required to do something along these lines.
Couldn’t come up with a name for Geoff or his foal so give me suggestions!
