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His little (girlfriend) pony

By The Shadow Demon

(Woman into pony)

Clara looking down at the open book, scrolling over yet another page looking over spell after spell. Brushing a long strain of her dyed purple hair out from her face, reading the spell. The young woman while looking like another normal while attractive woman, in secret was in fact was a witch. Apart from dealing with life as a witch, classes on the arcane and dealing with day-to-day life. Clara spent the time she could with her boyfriend Mark, one of few who knew her little magical secret and their relationship while mild pumps on the road had been great. And now it was their anniversary and she wanted to do something special for him, all she had to do was to find the magic.

“I know it’s in this issue for sure, just have to- Ah there it is!” Clara states flick over a page and instantly find the spell she was looking for.

“Desire shift,” Clara reads out loud, “cast this spell speak of the person and shift into their greatest desire!”

With a smile, her eyes look down at her body and the hard work she put into it. And considering the many times she had a guy looking at her she knew it was work well placed.

“Well it’s only for the day and I can return back to my normal self!” Clara smiles returning back to the book, her hands conjuring her magic and begin to cast her spell. Quietly casting the spell, her magic flowing over her, the feeling tingled her skin. The sheer feeling felt like goosebumps rush over her for a brief moment.

“Ooh that felt weird!” Looking herself over to see nothing looked different. “Okay it should have worked”

Looking back to the spell reading it once again.

“Casting this spell blah blah blah changes the caster to one other desire…. Okay so did it work or not?” Clara asks, looking over the spell once again, not noticing a bump appear in the middle of her forehead. Unbeknown to Clara for the bump push out further and further, passing her hair becoming more obvious to any who could see it.

“It should have worked, but I don’t see any changes… oh I am his desire, that is so cute!” Clara smiles.

“Miss can you please be quie- what is that on your head?” a man quietly asks, looking at Clara strangely.

“On my head?” Clara asks, confused by the statement, lifting her hand up to her forehead, her eyes widened to feel a long bone protrusion pressing out of her forehead.

“What the hell?!” Clara looks up, feeling the strange object, feeling it with her fingers feeling the hard object that came to a single point, just like a horn. A single horn.

“I have a horn? Is this to do with the spell?” Clara looks down back to the spell looking it over again reading it full, Clara heart sank reading the sentence.

‘This can only be reverted unless the target desire revokes their desire’

“Oh god is this his desire?!” quickly pulling out her phone, Clara quickly dialing in Mark’s number. “Come on, come on answer!”

Hearing it ring and ring and ring until finally it rings-out.

“Damn it, I have to find him!” Quickly getting up and running out of the library as fast as she could, not caring of all the strange looks she was receiving. She had to find Mark and fast. Running pass person after person with some turning to the young woman with a curious look. Continuing to run passing person by person, Clara felt a strange pressure pushing against the back of her jeans, not worrying of what that meant what had her concern growing below her backside, all the way to her feet. The growing strain and pressure inside with the feeling of numbness in her toes did not ease her worries.

“I gotta get to Mark’s home, hopefully he’s there!” Clara pants her breathing with the cramping in her shoes and the growing pressure in the back of her pants only made her concern of getting to her boyfriend’s home being place to the growing distraction.

“I just have to ignore it, I just have to get to-Whaaa!” Losing her footing for sheer moment was enough, Clara trying to gather her footing only to land hard on her hands and knees.

“Ow that hurt!” Clara moans the cramping in her shoes getting too much, leaning over to her shoes instantly seeing how warped her shoes looks only made Clara nervous untie her shoes, pulling off her shoes with some struggle letting out a slight moan, feeling the relief wash over her making Clara let out long sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god, I thought I was gonna burst through my-” Turn to her feet her eyes widen seeing resting behind her, a thick purple haired tail resting on top of her feet, her feet a solid block of white fur and yet hard. Like just like…

“Hooves?!” Clara stared forward wondering what kinds of desire her boyfriend has. Clara just stared at her ‘Hooves’ the sheer sight of them replacing her feet just put mer mind in sheer disbelief. Her attention sheer on this new situation, her eyes so focused on it she didn’t notice the series of eyes on her.

“What is going with her?” A voice calls out, catching Clara’s ears slightly cutting through the fog of her mind.

“Maybe it’s some kind of protest? Costume?” another voice answers. Slowly getting to her hooves, the hard cloven making a loud and very noticeable ‘clop’, slowly finding her balance much to her very with her wobbling legs, the awkwardness of how her legs now bent like she was wearing permanent high heels. Taking one the two steps quickly figured that it was like walking with high heels, very awkward high heels. What Clara didn’t expect was her tail aiding in her balance, it was strange but welcomed. As Clara getting a hang of this new development she noticed something off, her nose looking larger, wider like it was bulging outwards. Crossing her eyes Clara

just started seeing her nose growing increasingly noticeable.

“Mark, I got to get to his apartment!”

Quickly moving as fast as she could, Clara running was more a fast-type of skipping.

“This is weird, why am I doing this?” Clara asks herself, trying to running normal only to fall back to the running skipping once again. Hearing the clopping of her hooves against the pathway. With her face pushing slightly out in a type of muzzle, as white fur continued to cover her body while her ears grew pointed and pushed upwards, losing all form of her human features.

“Oh come on, how much am I going to change? Am I going to turn into a full unicorn?”

Continuing on doing her skipping running, Clara found this movement was odd and yet just natural. Continuing on seeing her surroundings she was only a few minutes away from Mark’s apartment and by how fast she was going, she would get there a lot quicker than normal she would. The sound of her hooves clopping away in the same rhythmic tone against the ground, but she had to ignore this, she had to ignore her tail, her ears moving to each sound it hears, her face in a small snout, and her pants…

“My…” Clara looked down, her pants that once cling on her nicely were now strangely loose on her, sliding down we time she moved. While it was on instinct she didn’t put her pulling her pants up the various times prior to her noticing it. What was happening to her now, why were pants so loose on her? In fact not she thought about it.

“Why is all my clothes look loose on me?” Clara asks, trying to figure out what was happening to her. Continuing on in her strange running that in a strange thought that crosses her mind of her referring to it as a gallop. Finally reach the building of the series of apartments and now a new problem stares right at her. Stairs.

“Okay Violet just need to take-” Clara paused, “What the pony! What… is going on? Testing, testing”

Clara froze hearing herself by another name.

“My name is C-Violet. No my name is Cla-Violet… Violet no my name is Violet Twirl not… Oh my pony, what the clop is going- what I can’t swear anymore? Clop! Fluff! Sugar! Oh my pony this can’t be happening to me!”

Holding onto the rail, Clara, or Violet now, carefully and on shaky hooves took one step after another, each step let out a loud clop from her hooves and her pausing to pulling her growing baggy pants.

“Just need to get to Mark’s apartment… just… need to get to…” Violet repeated to herself one step after another, with each her pants slid down. “Come on Violet just one hoof at a ti-oh my pony come on!”

Falling forward, Violet look down seeing her pants had completely fallen down, tripping her hooves. Looking down at her pants, they were massive around her hooves, even her shirt was loose on her.

“Oh my pony, I’m shrinking!”

Violet climbing up the stairs, the changes to her body continuing, the sound of her hooves clopping on each step before finally reaching the level of her boyfriend’s apartment.

“Almost there!” Violet state panting with her back hurting, she continued on her hooves clopping on the ground her movement slower and her shirt, so loose it was more like she was wearing a tent on herself. Her fingers cramping and growing numb.

“No, not yet I need my hooves… no not hooves… hooves… my pony no!” Violet express, she had to get to her boyfriend’s apartment now!

Quickening her pace to the best she can, Violet finally reaching to the door by this time he had to be in, he had to. Reaching up, Violet eyes widen for as reach for the doorknob she stares at her hand, her base of just like her feet was a single cylinder, like hooves that the My little pony horses had, yet her hands only had the mere tips of her fingers.

“No no no no please I have to get in!” Violet sobs using both of her hand-hooves, using her very limited fingers as they continue to meld into her hooves as she tries to open the door.

“Come on, come on!” Violet pleaded to no one with her limited movement in her fingers as they continued to shrink away.

“I need to hurry, I need to no… no no no!” Slipping off, Violet hooves slipping off and landing on the ground with a solid ‘clop’, giving her aching back much relief.

“Oh my pony, I am on all four hours, I can’t stand back up and I can’t even open this silly door!”

A soft pink glow appears around her horn, Violet watches the similar glow appear around the door handle and open.

“Oh I still have my pony magic… urgh… this is getting really silly!” Violet moans. Walking into the apartment the sound of the four hooves clopping on the floor.

“Mark! Mark!” Violet calls out, “You have to help me, please tell me you are here!” Violet calls out. Walking into the living room, to see no sign of her boyfriend.

“Mark, please tell me you are here?” Violet whimpers, looking down at herself seeing no sign of human life prior to her transformation.

“Mark, where are you?” Violet asks no one looking around the apartment to find no sign of him.

“Great, just great!”

Feeling a strange tugging sensation coming from her breasts, Violet turn down to her chest her breasts still sitting there, with that tugging growing, Violet watch as her breasts move down her belly taking a more equine feature then her human breasts until they finally stopped between her hind legs just like that of a mare’s teats.

“Oh come on really? I speak so cutesy and yet I still have these?!” Violet calls out with a sigh, sitting down on her rear, the strange feeling on her teats on the ground was strange.

“Come on Violet,” Violet moans her horn beginning to grow, “You got to change back!”

The light glowed brighter and brighter, her magic stirring before vanishing with nothing happening to her. Looking down at her body, her heavy loose clothing of shirt and bra still on her body. Another sigh her horn lit up once again and with ease her shirt and bra lifted up and off her body leaving her completely naked in her boyfriend’s living room.

“Now what do I do?”

2 hours later,

Walking into his apartment, Mark let out a sigh for returning from the shops without the items he was seeking. Walking into his living room Mark pauses, catching sight of a black shirt sitting on his floor with a bra next to it.

“What the hell?” Mark asks himself, picking up the bra holding it out like it was a foreign object. Looking around Mark looking for a naked looking around for a confused woman or maybe-

“Clara? You here?” Mark calls out, got a moment passes getting no response “Clara”

“M-Mark?” a voice calls out coming from his bedroom, Mark turns the voice sounded like Clara but different, sounding slightly higher-pitched than normal and if Mark could put a word to it ‘Cutesy’.

“Clara you okay?” Mark calls out, making to his bedroom opening, his eyes widen seeing a unicorn pony, with a purple mane, white fur and very familiar eyes.

“CLARA?! You’re a… little pony? How...Wha… why?”

“Mark, that is a… loooooong story!” Violet sighs. “Also, what the heck is my name is Violet Twirl?”

“V-Violet Twirl? That’s my created pony… y-your Violet Twirl, my Violet Twirl!” Mark states his face lighting up.

“I-I guess… why?”

Mark only smiles leaving Violet worried as the thought of ‘I am not going turn back anytime soon,’ crossed her mind...