> It Was Suppose To Be A Costume
>  by Admiral Q Ponyform
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> Act One: I just had to make that stupid bet
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It Was Supposed To Be A Costume
By Admiral Q
Inspired by the stories
The Costume and I Just Want To Be Me Again.

Tom was having a good night. Work went well and now he was enjoying a night with his girlfriend Jasmine. They had a great supper at a bar and grill, and now were facing off in the ultimate face off. A pool game with the winner deciding what the loser has to wear for Halloween Night in a couple of weeks. This was one bet he was itching to win. He planned on this hot little Supergirl costume for Jasmine while he was Superman. He line up a shot and manage to get his solid color ball into the middle pocket. Grinning he observed where the cue ball was in regards to the remaining solids. Picking his next shot he took aim.

Unfortunately his girlfriend was in view. Normally this is not a bad thing. Jasmine had golden blonde hair that was stylized with a curl that nearly hid one of her emerald green eyes with those adorable freckles below them. Her body was lean and lithe. He was one lucky man to catch her, but she had a mean streak in her and they had a low intensity prank war between them.  So it was no surprise that as he was about to hit the cue ball she made a very suggesting pose and he lost his concentration. The cue ball went off his planned course a bit, while still hitting the targeted ball it bounced off the sides instead of going into the corner pocket as he planned. Still it knocked other balls, especially Jasmine’s stripes.  He smirked at his girlfriend and taunted.

“That backfired on you.” She shrugged.

“Maybe but now I have a turn at the table.” Tom took a nearby seat and she aimed her shot.

“That’s the perk of you girls. You make distractions with just your bodies.” She took her shot and just barely managed to get her ball in the pocket.

“True, but it’s hard for men to see me for me not just my body. That’s what makes us work. You love my body but more importantly you love me the person.” She took aim again but didn’t shoot right away.

“It seems like I’m the one getting the greater perks in our relationship. I get to see a gorgeous woman and see her inner beauty. You get an ugly mug like me and only see my inner beauty.” She finally took her shot and this time two of her balls went in. This wasn’t looking good for him on the table.

“That’s not true. While you certainly aren’t football material you are certainly not him either.” She pointed to the bar where a guy sat with a dirty white T-shirt and an impressive beer gut. “You are a handsome fellow and with some work would have girls grabbing for you. But you are MINE.” That’s among the things he liked about Jasmine. She can be kind and generous yet extremely assertive and possessive with certain things and he was one of them. She then knocked yet another ball. This wasn’t looking good for him at all.

Tom was relieved when Jasmine had missed a shot, yet his enthusiasm deflated when he noticed that her balls had a great line up for her next go again.  She had all but three balls gone, while he still had most of his. He took aim, making sure she wasn’t in sight again and took his shot. He managed to get a ball in but he used too much force and the cue ball joined it. He dropped his head. And he heard Jasmine say in sympathy.

“Ooohhh that sucks Tom.” He said nothing as he ceded the floor to her and watch in horror as she knocked her last three in.

“That’s game and I win our bet.” She said with that cocky grin. Tom groaned then said in a defeated tone.

“Okay what are you going to have me wear?”

“Don’t know but I’ll think of something.” She replied and wrapped her arm around his and they head to the car. “By the way did you have something planned for us?” Seeing a chance to maybe still win he answered.

“I was divided between Wonder Woman or Supergirl for you, but ultimately went for Supergirl consider your hair and I was planning to be Superman.”

“Well it’s nice that you see me as a strong woman and wasn’t daring the whole French maid thing. However I want to do something else.”

DARN!

* * * * * *

While Tom worked at his job, Jasmine had the day off and was mall shopping. She was in a bind. Halloween was just a few days away and she still didn’t have anything for her and Tom to wear at the party they are going to. She then noticed a store in a usually vacant storefront. It had the look of one of those temporary stores that sell Halloween stuff, and then closed November first. With nothing better to do she entered the store. It was filled with the usually stuff and she didn’t have long before an energetic voice was heard.

“WELCOME! Welcome to Canterlot Costume Emporium!” Said a tall elderly man with a beard and gray hair. “How can I serve you today?”

“Well I’m looking for a pair of costumes for me and my boyfriend but not sure what yet.” The man put his arm around her shoulder.

“Well you’ve come to the right place. I happen to have a new line of top quality outfits that you might like.” He took them to the side of the story and Jasmine was in awe. It was the MLP theme with manikins wearing outfits that resembled the main characters in anthro form and were expertly detailed. “Are you a My Little Pony fan?” The man asked.

“Yes I am. I enjoy that show.”

“Good, so do any of these costumes interest you, say this one?” He pointed to one of those on display. Jasmine frown at her choices.

“No I want that one.” She pointed to her choice.

“Really, I would have thought the other one. Oh well, customers choice. Now for your boyfriend, will it be Big Mac, Shining Armor, Flash Sentry, or some generic guard? I do have others as well.”  Jasmine looked closely at the highly detailed outfits but one stood out for her.

“I’ll take a Rainbow Dash for him. Will that be a problem?” The man cackled at the choice.

“Miss with that choice you are my kind of woman and no absolutely no problem at all. These costumes were designed to be adaptive for any body size and shape.” Jasmine winced at that. That sounded expensive. She works at the local jewelry store and while her attention to detail allowed her win the pool game, she wasn’t rich.

“How much will those cost?” She asked fearfully.

“No worries this stuff is made out of new materials that are cheap to make. Both together are forty bucks.”

Appearing like a house cat who is about to pounce on their favorite catnip chew toy, she said, “I’ll take them.”

The man’s eyes lit up and taking two packaged costumes from behind the counter, he brought them to the register and then she paid for them.

While she was heading out the door that man said to Jasmine in parting, “Have a great Halloweening dear!”

* * * * *

Tom just got back from work and relaxed to rest on the couch, saving up energy for tonight. He was watching TV when Jasmine came home.

“So what am I wearing tonight?” He asked and she got that smile on her face. The smile of pranking evil, he hated that smile.

“I got just the thing the other day that was just perfect.” She raced into her room and came out with a package. “Here you go. You get to be Rainbow Dash.”

“Wait, isn’t that a character in that TV show you watch?”

“Yes, she is. She’s a tomboy Pegasus who is an exceptional athlete and a blast to be around.”

“Wait, she? SHE!? You’re having me dress up as a girl?” That evil grin returned.

“Yes, I am. Like I said, she’s a tomboy and a favorite of the male fans of the show.”  She tilted her head, while stroking her chin like some James Bond villain.  “Then again, I suppose that I could have picked Cadance who is a pink mare and the Alicorn of Love?” Jasmine said coyly. Tom swore he paled at the thought of dressing as a pink girl. Rainbow didn’t sound bad after that. “Are you going to not keep your bet?” He sighed and dropped his head.

“I am a man of my word. I’ll wear it.”

“Now that’s my brave and noble knight. Now go get changed and be sure to follow the directions exactly. I will be getting into mine. Wordlessly he heading into his bedroom and closed the door. They had started as roommates and became more than that as they years past. Their place was a nice cozy one with two bedrooms, a kitchen dining area, and living room, and the shared bathroom. Laundry room was downstairs. So while they have been seeing each other, they don’t normally share a bed. With his privacy assured, he opened the package and saw the small booklet on top of the costume. Taking Jasmine’s advice he read it. According to the booklet this thing was made of new materials and for the perfect fit one had to be nude in it. He sighed again but he gave his word. After a bathroom trip, he got started.

After stripping down, he opened the bag containing the suit and started to put it on. He felt his feet hit the bottom but it felt weird. Standing up he now knows why. The suit had hooves at the bottom and set up like a real horse so his feet were inside high heel shoes. He grumbled at that, but surprisingly he was able to keep himself balanced. He continued putting it on and got it around his neck. The slight weight of the fake breasts was disturbing but there was nothing that he could do about it. The fake wings were in the semi folded position and all that was left was the hood that would got over his head. He eyed the rainbow colored hair and shook his head. Jasmine’s pranking can be SO evil at times. He put it on and zipped up for the final part. Then he just stood there getting a feeling for the suit.

It was really comfortable. He didn’t feel too cold or too warm. It didn’t feel constricting in anyway. He still had full dexterity in his hands and had some minor feeling in them when he touched things. It was like wearing latex gloves with a backside coat of fur. He tried walking and while it was a bit awkward, it wasn’t difficult to do. Feeling as ready as he’ll ever be, he opened the door.

“You are so getting it for this Jasmine.”

“I’m eager to see how you will do that Tom.” She responded and Tom got his first look at her in her costume. She was the white pony with purple hair done in a similar style to her own with a horn on her forehead. The last touches were a purple tail and on her hip was three blue diamonds.

She looked good; she looked darn good in it.

She eyed him and seemed to have a predator’s look in her eyes.

“My, my, my, you make a hot mare.”

And there goes my good mood.

Crossing my arms I glared at her.

“You’re lucky I keep my word. By the way, didn’t those fake boobs squish yours?” She looked down at them and idly commented.

“Well they actually made room for my breasts. This is truly wondrous stuff but it did give me a large bust as a result.” Tom looked down at his fake pair and yeah they were both well endowed in that department.

“Well let’s get this over with. Let me grab my jacket to have something carry my keys and wallet in and then we can be off.” She grabbed her purse, and then they headed out. He shut the door and was about turn around to lock it when he felt a tug. Looking he saw that his fake tail was stuck in the door. Jasmine laughed as he opened the door, moved his tail out of the way, and then locked it. “Laugh it up fuzzball.” She just still laughed and I rolled my eyes and we headed out.

The party was being held in the ball room for the apartment complex and held for all the residents with a few guests. The room was decked out in full Halloween attire. Tom saw many different outfits around as well as a handful of ponified people like Jasmine and himself.  So, Tom thought that they wouldn’t stand out too much. Ready for the shredding of his man card he stepped into the party.

* * * * * *

The party went well. He got some teasing for his outfit but others actually gave him kudos for wearing it. He was able to hang out with some of the guys still. Apparently quite a few of them were what they called ‘bronies’ and asked if I was one. When I told them no I was wearing it do to a bet with my girlfriend that gave me even more kudos for owning up to it. He had fun overall especial the few times with Jasmine as they celebrated the holiday.

They were tired when they finally left the party. The happy couple was leaning on each other as they walked to their apartment. If they were more awake they would have noticed that they were feeling each other’s body more than simple fur covered latex stuff should allow. They yawned each other a goodnight and went to their separate bedrooms. Tom tossed his jacket off and collapse onto his bed in the costume. It was comfortable enough and he was too tired to remove it and thus he fell asleep in it.

* * * * * *

Discord looked over the planet with a gleeful smile. While he promised Sun Butt and Fluttershy that he wouldn’t use his chaos in Equestira except for harmless pranking or when the need arises; but neither ever said anything about other worlds and he needed to vent it somewhere. So he found this quaint little planet. It got his attention by the fact it had a show based off Purple Smart and her friends adventures. It was too perfect. Posing as a sale man across the globe he sold his so called suits to anyone who was interested. Well, what he sold were more than just costume suits and a smile came on his lips.

By the time the new day comes many people across this world will have to face quite a change and he was going to love every minute of the chaos. With a flash he disappears to get his popcorn and the world was minus the one being that could reverse what is to come.

* * * * * *

Tom woke up after a dreamless sleep feeling a bit tired. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. For some reason he let out a yawn that could only be described as cute. It was then he noticed a blue thing at the bottom of his vision.  He touched it and felt a soft fur feeling and for some reason he felt his finger like he was touching part of his face. Saw a bit of hair and when he raised his hand he saw blue fur. Tom was confused at first but then last night got booted into his brain.

‘Oh yeah, the bet and then that Halloween party, what I do for my love. Man this suit is comfortable. I don’t even feel the suit. It feels like I slept in the nude. Well time to take this off.’ He went to grab the zipper that should be at the base of the neck and hidden by the fake mane.

He couldn’t find the zipper.
> I'm going freaking out, I'M FREAKING OUT! 
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	Tom whispered to himself, ‘Okay Tom, take it easy. That zipper has got to be here… somewhere.’ His fingers kept feeling back there, but couldn’t even find the break in the suit, never mind the actual zipper. It felt like there was nothing but fur and his back. He decided to head to the bathroom and use the mirror to find it. He saw no sign of Jasmine yet and hurried over.  Tom feared asking Jasmine to help him take his costume off for him; asking for help as if was still a child, like he was not the image of a manly man that he projected to himself and to the world.  As Tom hurried past a bookshelf with a row of Jasmine’s My Little Pony figures, he didn’t notice that the Discord one turned his vinyl head and smiled at him.



He turned the light on, quickly turned so his back faced the mirror, and began looking for the zipper. Again he couldn’t find it or even the flap that hides the zipper line. He saw just a smooth back covered in blue fur. The fur suit seemed to cling to his back far more smoothly than a simple costume ever should have. The costume’s sculpted muscles appeared to flex like they were a part of his body, instead of being part of an inanimate costume.



It was then he noticed his face in the mirror. Yes, he still had the hood on but it had eye holes so he should have seen his eyes. Instead of his blue gray eyes as he expected to be looking back at him, he saw magenta eyes looking back at him. And those eyes were bigger too, about three times the size that they should be.  Leaning towards the mirror, he squinted at his reflection and was shocked when those eyes reflected in the mirror also squinted.



With his nose, inhaled several big gulps of air and then let these out slowly.  He noticed that his costume’s nostrils had flared on the intake, felt the muscles around his muzzle expanding and then contracting his nostrils with each breath.



“What the hell?” He asked himself aloud and then covered the muzzle over his mouth. That wasn’t his voice. It was a woman’s voice with a rasp in it. He moved his body around and leaned closer to the mirror and took a look at his mouth. He couldn’t find it hiding behind the fake muzzle. He stuck his blue colored index finger in his mouth to touch the costume’s pink tongue, but it felt like his fingertip were touching his own tongue.

He opened his mouth more and the costume’s muzzle that he thought surrounded it responded instead. He tried lifting the edge, but instead only the lip peeled back to reveal gums.  He saw a new set of white and whole teeth, unblemished by discoloration or fillings that he didn’t remember having in his mouth.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” He asked his reflection again.  Looking down, he noticed the fake boobs. They have changed. They now had nipples. He touched a breast and his mind felt a slight pleasure from palming that breast. He watched his eyes go to pinpricks like in those cartoons, while the costume’s furry ears folded down.

Despite growing apprehension, he dared to look way down. He saw a belly button clearly visible like there was only fur covering it and there was a slit in the crotch area that wasn’t there when he put this on. He moved a hand down and then he touched that private part of her.  This time, he felt a much stronger pulse of pleasure from that simple touch.  Additional pressure from this fingertips resulted in more pleasure that came and he smiled while gasping for air.  Then the realization hit him harder than a punch from Rocky Balboa.  He was now a girl.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”  He or was it she screamed out. “This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.” He or she chanted as if the sound of his or her voice would give him back his masculine body parts, till the door burst open.

“TOM! What is it!?” Jasmine said as she burst in. He/she noticed that her eyes while filled with worry and concern were blue instead of green. She also had nipples on her breasts, a belly button, and the...the.

‘Oh come on, you can say it.’ She had a visible vagina.

“It got you too.”

“What do you mean Tom?” Then her eyes got wide. “Tom your eyes!”

“It’s not just my eyes Jasmine and please don’t hit me.” Tom then touched Jasmine’s vagina.  She yelped and jumped back before glaring at Tom. “Before you do anything else like that, note that you are still wearing a costume.” Jasmine immediately looked down and saw the changes.

“What on Earth? MY VOICE! I sound just like Rarity, more specifically Tabitha St. Germain and you sound like just Rainbow or Ashleigh Ball. And that means...”

“Yeah, I’ve been changed too.” Tom revealed all before Jasmine. “This darn suit changed me and I’m....I’m.....I’m no longer a man!” The weight of that realization hit Tom’s mind like a freight train running over a can of soda and she collapsed onto the toilet seat with her head in her hands and cried. The next thing she knew was impossibly white arms wrapped around her shaking blue torso, while a white, soft, and warm equine cheek pressing against his blue cheek.

To Tom’s heightened sense of smell, Jasmine’s furry face had a faint scent of vanilla extract.  Tom shredded his mental gears as that vanilla scent both calmed and excited him at the same time.

“Oh Tom, I’m so sorry. This is my fault. I made you put it on and now you’re like this. Let it out, let it all out, I’m here for you. I will always be here for you.” Tom didn’t fight against her reasoning here.  And the more as she did what Jasmine suggested and let it all out, time past as they sat there and they didn’t move at all.

* * * * *

When it finally felt like Tom’s shock, despair, and sadness was all done, Tom opened her eyes and said. “Look at me. Crying like a baby. Not at all like the man that you love.”

“Everyone has moments of weakness and you are still the man I love underneath the fur and the changes.”

“Thanks Jasmine. Now where did you get these costumes?”

“At one of those temporary Halloween shops at the mall.” Tom then stood up and a bit of her old confidence had returned.

“Okay, we get dressed to hide our equine features and we go and get some answers. Jasmine nodded and Tom saw the hunter’s gleam in her eyes.

‘Whoever did this made a grave mistake in changing us.’ They both left for their rooms and Tom when through her clothes. She put on underwear which was a lot roomier in the crotch since she was missing certain equipment.  She then put on some sweats and did some adjusting to hide her tail. Couldn’t do anything about her hooves and hoped people won’t notice them. She found a large hoodie, put it on, and found it somewhat constricting.

‘Stupid wings!’ With some work she got them fully folded and with the hood up and jacket back on she went out into the living room. She saw Jasmine’s door open and she came out. Dressed similarly to her, she saw the tip of Jasmine’s horn sticking out.

“How do I look?” She asked Jasmine.

“At best the tip of your snout sticks out and some hair. Or would that be mane.”

“Stick with hair for now; you have your horn sticking out.” Jasmine looked up and frowned at the horn. Then her horn lit up in a light blue and her hoodie got larger and covered it.

“How did you do that?” Tom idly asked and Jasmine looked at her with a slight look of fear.  “Magic and I’m not questioning more than that.” She shrugged and nodded to her girlfriend. They headed for Jasmine’s car since she was the one who knew where the shop was. The trip was uneventful, thank god.  And they drove into the mall’s parking lot, parked in a little-used, holiday overflow parking lot behind the mall, and then with their heads down walked to the nearest entrance.  They nervously walked through the mall hoping to go unnoticed till Jasmine stopped.

“What is it Jasmine?” Tom asked.

“The store.....it’s gone!” Tom looked and saw a vacant store front. By the outdated signs of a long ago defunct clothing store chain and the dusty, empty display windows, it seemed like it hadn’t been used in a while.  She remembered seeing that those display windows were clean, while being filled with mannequins and the lighted Canterlot Costume Emporium sign was fixed to a now empty wall over the now closed store entrance.

“You are sure this is the spot?”

“Yes, it was right next to the Gap.” They saw another hooded person approached and also look at the vacant store front.

“Where’s the store? It was right here.” The person asked in a female voice.

“We don’t know, we are as confused as you are. You got a pony costume too didn’t you?” Tom asked and the person nodded. Jasmine then noticed a man wearing a janitor’s uniform and pushing a cleaning cart nearby.  Pointing to that man, she asked the other two, “Let’s ask that guy what he knows about that store.”

The three of them headed over to him and Jasmine asked. “Excuse me sir, but do you happen to know where the Halloween store went?” The janitor looked at her confused.

“Lady we never had a Halloween store in this mall.”

“But just the other day I went into one that was in that store front.” Jasmine gestured to the now vacant front.

“Lady that front has been vacant for years and I know the management has never been interested in one of those temporary Halloween stores. Sorry can’t be more of a help but I think you’ve got the wrong mall.” With that, he walked away leaving a very confused trio of former humans.

“But that’s, that’s impossible. I know that the store was right here.” Jasmine looked over to the other pony for lack of any better words. “You and I can’t have both made a mistake about the store’s location?”

“No this is the mall where I got mine. So what should we do?” The three stood there thinking before Tom came up with an idea.

“Let’s head to a hospital. They might be able to cut us out of these.” The other female shook her head.

“No way. They will treat this like a disease and will never see the world again. I’m heading home; however I wish you two some good luck.  I still have the costume instruction manual, so maybe there is a manufacture’s address on it.” With that she left them, disappearing down a side hallway. They watched her leave before Jasmine looked at Tom and asked.

“Are you sure about this idea?” She rubs her fur covered arm. “This actually feels like my skin not whatever rubber material they used.”

“Well, I’m out of ideas. We can’t get them off on our own, the store is gone, and I want to be me again!” Her voice got louder as she went through that and she saw Jasmine look at her fearfully. She sighed and hugged Jasmine. “I’m sorry Jaz. I’m freaked out in all of this.”

“It’s okay Tom, you have this far worse than me. At least I’m still the gender I should be. Let’s go and hope this doesn’t bite us.”

* * * * *

Jasmine drove them to the nearest hospital and soon they were waiting in a room for a doctor. Tom was sitting on the bed since this was her idea while letting work know she won’t be in. Jasmine was scanning the web on her phone when the doc came in. The doc was a man in his thirties and had a pleasant smile to greet them with.

“So Mr. Davis, Miss Slate, what seems to be the problem today?” Both she and Jasmine took down their hoods to reveal their new appearance.

“As crazy as this sounds doc, my girlfriend picked up some costumes based off a show called My Little Pony for Halloween. Now not only can’t we take them off it has changed us. Look at me doc, do I look human or a male now?” He looked at them with narrow eyes.

“Is this some sort of sick prank?”

“If it is then it’s on us. I only wore this costume to honor a bet I made with Jasmine here. I’m not even into the show. Please doc, we are grasping at straws here.” The doc seemed unsure, debating whether this was all fake or the find of the century would be her guess. Jasmine broke the silence.

“This might help doc. A page from one of the news sites.” She offered her phone to him; he looked at it and read out loud.

“People turning into ponies. Several reports have had sightings of human form ponies from all over the country. Some reports have said that the ponies were humans that have somehow been changed. Common factor claim in most is that they bought a costume at a temporary Halloween store and now can’t get the costumes off after it changed them.” The doc handed the phone back to Jasmine and took out his own. She bet that he was double checking those web sites, considering what they were telling him was something out of a dream; she didn’t blame him for being sure. After a couple of minutes he puts his phone away.

“Okay I buy it. Let’s see what I can find out. So how detailed is the change for you?”

“Very, so much that I’m now technically a girl.” She said sorrowfully.

“Alright I’m going to be taking blood samples, x-rays, the whole shebang to see what I can find.” They both nodded and let him get to work.



The next couple of hours they went through a whole series of tests that Tom had never seen before and they were back in the first room waiting for the doc to get back with the results. The door opened again and the doc came in with a pair of folders.

“What’s the word doc?” Tom asked nervously.

“Well for one thing those aren’t suits anymore. The tests indicate that they are in fact fur and skin with nothing all under them from the physical standpoint.”

“So you can’t do anything?” The doc shook his head.

“There is literally no suit it cut you out of. I cut that skin off you won’t see another layer of skin but blood vessels, muscle, and bone. Though I’m still waiting on blood work you both seem perfectly healthy..... as horses." Tom and Jasmine both facepalmed at the Doc’s attempt at deadpan humor.  “I have no idea how costumes metamorphosed your bodies, yet alone how to change you back.  I’m contacting a friend of mine who is a horse vet to be sure I haven’t missed anything. I’m not sure how many others are like you will be showing up, so I’ll send you home.”

With a downcast face, Tom raised his hand, and then asked, “Doc, do I have a… womb?”

The doctor appeared to take a great interest with his watch for a few moments, and then said, “Both of you appear to be healthy and fertile mare-humans.”

Tom was crushed by this news. Her last hope of being actually Tom again was again slipping away.

“Thanks doc for trying.” She said getting up from the chair she was sitting on.

“I wish I could have done more. I will let you know what the blood work says. Till then try to resume your normal life. I will make up notes for both of you for your bosses.” They exchange numbers, he hands them the notes, and they leave.

She was in a daze all the way home.  A lifelong effort to build his masculine gender identity, from being in the Boy Scouts, to the competitive sports, to watching nothing but boys’ cartoons like G.I. Joe and Transformers all gone like sand castles at high tide.  



When they got back to their apartment, Tom just sat motionless on their couch. Looking but not seeing anything.

‘My life, it’s all over. I can never be Tom again, so what do I call myself? What will work say? God, what would my parents say; their son just got turned into a rainbow haired, blue horse thing. What do I do? What do I say?’ Her thoughts become interrupted as she feels a body next to hers.  She saw a white muzzle in her field of vision.

“I’m Sorry Tom, I’m SO SORRY! For my love of cartoon ponies, I choose that stupid costume.  And now, you are stuck like this and it’s all my fault!” She looked at Jasmine, saw a steady stream of tears down from her new eyes, and it broke through the depression she was in.

Grabbing Jasmine’s arms, their faces close enough to feel each other’s breaths, to get her attention she said. “No, it’s not your fault. It will never be your fault.” Righteous anger filled her. “No it was that guy who sold you these costumes. He and those with him are to blame for this.” The anger faded from her features and she looked down. “I just don’t know what to do now?”

“Well I know one thing I’m doing.” She looked at Jasmine quizzically. “I’m going to be by your side in it. I’m not leaving you alone in this. I still love you.” With that Jasmine kissed her and she felt more at ease.

“Thanks Jaz, I really needed to hear that.” Those two young lovers then hugged each other for what seemed like hours.

Not sure what time it was, but at some point in time their front door was busted open by large men holding some kind of handheld battering ram.  She saw those men and several others behind them wore black police uniforms, tactical vests, and full face ski masks run inside their apartment; surround them, while shouting “Don’t move!”  And then before she could react at all, she felt something hit her chest.  She only had enough time to look down and see a dart before the darkness of sleep claimed her.
> Camp Dependable Part 1 
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Tom’s head felt like it was underwater and he held his head.

‘I hate hangovers.’ He thought, but soon became concerned that he didn’t remember drinking or his bed being so hard. Opening his eyes, he saw a metal truss ceiling twice the height of the stucco ceiling of his bed room and he wondered about that.

“What the hell?” he said to himself. Then, by hearing himself talk in that feminine and raspy voice, he started to remember the events of the last few days. He lost a bet with Jasmine and then had to wear a Rainbow Dash costume; but then that costume changed him now her into an anthro version of the character.

Lifting an arm, Tom saw that it was clinched in short, blue fur.  His blue palms and the gripping surfaces of his fingers were the only surfaces on his arm that didn’t have coat of short, blue hair.  It wasn’t a nightmare. It was real. All of it was real, including those unsociable, black clad guys.

She shot up and looked around. She was in a large room with rows of cots.  Her cot was on one end of one of those rows, surrounded on three sides by other cots, with one side next to a barred window.  On each cot is an anthro pony wearing bright yellow clothes. Looking down she saw that her own clothes, watch, and smart phone were gone. Replaced with the same bright yellow pants and shirt, while on her left breast was a serial number, R412803. Her face took on a puzzled expression, wondering what those numbers signified.

Her chest felt constricted and she dared lift her shirt. Underneath the yellow fabric was a harness.  There was a wide, horizontal plastic band, similar to straps of hard leather, around her upper torso and under her breasts; a similar band ran above her breasts, just below her armpits. A vertical strap was attached to the lower band, ran between her breasts, attached to the upper band, and was attached to a collar around her neck.

Puzzled, she lifted the back of the shirt and found her back harness was a mirror image of the front, while pinning her wings to her back. It was like a bondage restraint harness Jasmine and then male Tom had laughed at a few months ago in a sexy lingerie shop.

Before she could think more on that she heard groaning and saw some of the others wake up.  After pulling down her shirt, she walked to the cot next to her.  On that cot, she saw an adult female with blue green fur and spiked dark orange and yellow hair.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked the girl. The girl groaned again before opening her oversized eyes.

“I feel like I have a monster hangover. The last thing I remember I was chilling in my backyard when some guys in black showed up. What happened?”

“I think we’ve been kidnapped, for something similar happened to me.”

“Aw man! And I just got some vacation time too. I get to be Lightning Dust and I’m kidnapped before I can try to fly.” Then Lightning Dust looked at her and said. “Ah, I’m so jealous you got to be Rainbow Dash, they didn’t have any of her outfits at the store I went to, and so I settled for the second fastest pony in Equestira.” She frowned at Lightning’s unashamed fangirling, but before she could reply she heard the building’s P.A. system crackle on.

“I see you all are finally awake. That’s good. Welcome to Camp Dependable. A recently reactivated military camp repurposed to house all of you who have been changed into these weird creatures. We have the basic amenities setup with more stuff coming in. You will be living here for the foreseeable future and our staff will be looking to cure you of this disease. Till then, be comfortable.”

The system crackle off and a righteous fury came over her. “How dare they! We are US citizens and they just lock us away because of this.” She gestured to her body.

“They’re afraid of this spreading.” Replied Lightning Dust.

“Well considering we’ve only been like this for a few hours they can’t have any real facts. I visited a doctor before being kidnapped and he didn’t see any health hazard. I think this only affects those that were wearing those costumes. I’m gonna get answers.” She headed out the door that was nearest to her and looked around. Outside, the buildings metal doors were rusty and the concrete walls stained with age; the paint was cracked and peeling where it was not tagged with many layers of colorful graffiti.  The ground was covered with layers of broken asphalt, with a few patches of lifeless earth.  It reminded him of pictures of the temporary camps created to give temporary housing for the Hurricane Katrina refugees he saw in his school history textbooks.  The only things that looked new were the fences and gates that seemed to be separating various bunk houses from each other.

Seeing a group of guards gathered around a metal table covered with coffee dispensers and boxes of doughnuts, she stomped over to them.  “How dare you do this to us! We have rights!” The guards seemed to steel themselves and she noticed they weren’t wearing army uniforms. Just the same black outfits with less armor on.

An older man who was wearing a fancier uniform spoke to her, “It was done for the protection of all ma’am.”

“Ah that’s bull. I wasn’t hurting anyone and I wasn’t being hunted by mobs carrying torches and pitchforks.  Besides, you guys can’t take away our rights just like that. You have no cause.  You ever hear about the Fourth Amendment?  Also, a doctor let me and my girlfriend return home, so he didn’t think we were a health hazard, so why should you?”

“Look ma’am orders were to put you here and guard you and that’s exactly what we are doing.  We are just following our written orders, no more and no less.”

“Those orders are illegal and you shouldn’t obey them. I’m just following orders excuse didn’t work out very good for the Nazis at the Nuremberg trials, did it?”  Did Tom see a faint look of apprehension on the officer’s face?  Confident that she scored her point, Tom continued with, “Could you at least let me use a phone, as I need to contact my family’s attorney?”

“No, I have orders that none of you creature feature people will have any contact with anyone outside this camp.”

“I’m not an animal that can be locked away for someone’s science project.  What kind of soldiers are you?”

“I’m not in the military ma’am. This is an NSA job. Now I suggest you stop bothering me.” He shifted his gun a bit. Tom scowled in response.

“Well, when this is all over I’m gonna bankrupt the NSA with my sue, COUNT ON IT!” She stomped away and her wings tried to unfurl but the harness prevented that. That was freaking annoying.

* * * * *

Meanwhile in Discord’s home.

“Ah poo! I was hoping Rainbow Fake would start an actual fight with the guy. Still the fact that their government so quickly resorted to this ploy is very interesting. Oh! Now I wonder now how this will go?” Discord munched on some popcorn and watched the show.

* * * * *

Head down, Tom walked on the asphalt driveways between the buildings, looking at her blue hoofed feet.  With his enhanced pony hearing become entranced by the clip-clop, clip-clop sound of her hooves on the ground.  She frowned when she heard one of the nearby anthro pony stallions sing under his breath, “I’m a little pony clippity-clop, clippity-clop.”  She was not thinking to where she was going till she noticed a fence in front of her. Looking up, she saw it was a divider between her area and another. On the other side, there seemed to be all unicorns and then she noticed a certain white one with purple hair.

“JASMINE!” The woman stopped, looked to where Tom was, and her eyes lit up in recognition. She ran over to the fence. “Are you alright?”

“I was wondering the same thing about you? When I woke up and you weren’t there I nearly had a panic attack. Who are these people with the guns and black uniforms?”

“They’re NSA. They are doing this for our ‘protection’.” She did the air quotes thing.

“How can they do this to us?”

“They can’t legally. Someone high up is scared about us, so out goes the law. I bet in their mind we are just animals.”

“What can we do?” Tom thought on it for a few minutes then said.

“Don’t cooperate with any tests and try to contact someone on the outside, preferably a lawyer.” She then looked deeply into Jasmine’s eyes. “Will you be okay Jaz?”

“I’m better now that you are here, even if this fence separates us. A couple of my bunkmates are nice people, even though one looks like Trixie and the other is Fleur Di Lis.”

“You do realize that I have no clue who those characters are.” Jasmine gave her signature smile and replied.

“You know, you just might be the most interesting person here. A non-brony who is now Rainbow Dash and surrounded by others that have been turned and are likely bronies.” Tom sighed at that. Though nearly clueless on the show her girlfriend watched, she did know the term ‘brony’. This was going to be a painful stay. She then looked up in the sky and saw the clouds. The whole sky was filled with clouds, but some to the left of them seemed darker. It may rain on them and she just had a gut feeling that her guess was correct.

“Jaz, I think that it may rain soon, so you should get inside. I’ll talk to you later okay.” She nodded and both went their separate ways.

* * * * *

Back in the bunk house, Tom sat on her bunk, watching a heavy downpour of rain through the window next to her bunk. The shower started a couple minutes ago and she noticed that all those who had been turned into pegasi humans had left the outside before it got started. Did they have the ability to detect weather?  At least she got the satisfaction of seeing the guards get drenched before one of their own passed out rain ponchos.

Before that thought could get any further Lightning Dust landed on her bunk and Tom’s eyes widened when she noticed that except for the bra-like harness trapping her wings, the attractive girl was completely naked.

“Really Lightning?” Lightning looked over to her and asked.

“What?” Tom gestured to her state of undress. “Oh well, with fur and hooves we don’t really need clothes, I’m more adorable than I’ve ever been before, and I always had an interest in being a nudist, so why not.”

With a wide-eyed expression on her face, Tom wondered why those bronies were enjoying themselves far too much and worrying about themselves far too little.  Tom imagined how many lonely bronies who hadn’t bought those magical costumes would love to be in her situation right now.  Except for the fact that Jasmine and Tom needed each other, Tom would have exchanged places with one of those unchanged bronies in a heartbeat.

Lightning asked, “So, did you get any answers?”

“Yeah, an officer guard said this camp is a NSA operation and we were put in here for our own ‘protection’.” Tom just shook her head after saying that.

“Well at least you got to be your favorite pony right?”

“Um no, I’m not a brony, I barely know the show at all.”

Lightning looked at her bug eyed. “You’re not a brony?” Tom nodded and Lightning looked over her shoulder and said, “Hey Spits, you got to come over here and listen to this!”

“What Lightning?” Another woman asked. She was golden yellow furred with gold and orange hair and though still wearing something thankfully.  From the way her clothing clung to her body, Tom could tell her muscles were toned beneath it. Heck, looking at all three of them they all had the tone fit look, bodybuilder physiques. Lighting pointed her thumb at her and said.

“Rainbow here is not a brony.” Tom saw Spits to blink a couple of times before responding.

“Wow, never expected that here. You are a rare treat. So, how did you end up in a Rainbow costume if you aren’t a brony?”

“Lost a bet with my girlfriend.”

“AAAWWWW, you’re already called for? Bummer.” Tom eyed her and asked.

“Why would you be interested or even think I bat that way?”

“Well I admit to being a fan of a minority of shipping Lightning Dust and Rainbow Dash.”

“Ship them to where?” Tom asked.

“Oh, shipping means making couples among the MLP fandom.” Tom signaled Lightning to continue. “The fandom is on the fence whether Rainbow is a lesbian due to her mane and the fact that there are so many mares in the show to guys and I do bat that way so maybe it was just hopeful dreaming and you did say you have a girlfriend so you must bat the same way?”

“Um, no I don’t. Before all of this, I was a guy named Tom. I honored my bet and wore this for my girlfriend’s sake and now here we are. A man turned into a girl.” Both Lightning and Spits were silent before Lightning said.

“Wow, that’s kind of messed up. You were one of the few decent guys out there going through that and you ended up a female character of a show you didn’t watch.”

Tom just nodded and replied. “I just want to be Tom again, a boyfriend to my girlfriend, and perhaps a future husband to my future wife.  But, the doc I saw before I was kidnapped said there was nothing he could do.” Tom looked down, depressed at the loss till she felt someone next to her. Looking up she saw Spits with a comforting smile.

“Don’t give up hope yet, Tom. They might find a way to reverse it. Though if they did, I wouldn’t take it.”

“Why is that?” Tom asked and Spits smirked.

“Because, before I pony upped, I was a fat middle-age man. As Spitfire I’m young and fit as you can see. A gender change is an acceptable price for me.” Spitfire held out her hand and said. “My human name is Anthony Clemens, but I prefer Spitfire now, you?”  Tom took her hand and shook it.

“The name’s Tom Davis.”

“And I was Jessica Quinn, but I want to be called Lightning Dust now.  Can we call you Rainbow Dash?”

With an annoyed expression, Tom said, “No, for it’s not my name.”

“But you know that your old name longer suits you.” Lightning said sadly.

“I know, but I don’t really like Rainbow.  That name reminds me too much of those Rainbow Brite cartoons that my childhood girlfriend liked so much.”

“Then how about just Dash?” inquired a smiling Spitfire. Tom thought about it. She had to admit that Tom just wasn’t a girl’s name in any form and Dash did sound much better then Rainbow. However she didn’t want to completely lose who she was.

“I’ll take Dash as a nickname, okay?” They both nodded with the air cleared among them.

“So, what about your girlfriend, is she all caught up in this?” Spitfire asked.

“Yeah, she’s my brony girlfriend and is here, but she’s a unicorn so we can’t be together in this place.”

“What does she look like?” asked Lightning.

“Well, she now has a coat of white fur, blue eyes, purple hair done in a stylized way, and has three blue diamonds on both her hips.” Tom or Dash saw her new friends look at her wide eyed, then at each other before bursting out in laughter. Tom/Dash frowned and then beckoning with her blue hand said, “OK girls, let me in on the joke.  What’s so funny about my girlfriend?”

“Oh the irony!” Lightning manage to say before laughing more.

“The thing is Dash. In the show the character your girlfriend looks like was made to be convinced that a large rock was a diamond and in this delusional state she called it Tom. So, the fact your girlfriend is Rarity in looks and you her boyfriend was named Tom is ironically funny.” Spitfire explained. Tom/Dash facepalmed again to the laughter of her new friends.

* * * * * *

They spent the next couple of hours getting to know one another. Lightning was a waiter at Hooters before all of this, which kind of explained her a bit. She was also an only child with no real family. But she seemed happy and perky and apparently had good friends. Must admit I like her.

Spitfire or Spits was a bus driver and had plenty of nieces and nephews and except the weight issue, which was now solved, so she was content with her new life. How did she get a Spitfire costume? Well she was a big fan of My Little Pony and loved seeing the Wonderbolts which apparently were the show’s version of the Blue Angels and wish she could be like them. She bought the outfit for laughs for herself. Then like everyone else here, she found some reason to not take the costume off at bedtime, felt asleep, and woke up changed. As for me, well I worked at an office handling paper work and such. Was on good terms with my parents, no siblings, and of course had a beautiful girlfriend.

* * * * * *

The storm had passed as they talked and they were starting to get hungry when one of the doors to the outside opened. Dash, as she came to use her new nickname, noticed she hadn’t really got the layout of the bunk house yet. Something to do later. Dressed in an officer’s uniform, a Latino man cleared his throat and then said, “Alright ladies, supper time. I will show you where the mess hall is so you can find it on your own next time. Supper is between five and seven, breakfast between seven and ten and lunch twelve to two.  We don’t have all day, so let’s hoof it.”

After a few annoyed remarks from Tom’s fellow detainees to that ‘hoof it’ remark, they are started to get up to follow when the guard spoke up again. “Hey you!” He pointed at Lightning. “Put your clothes back on!” Tom saw Lightning wilt. She reluctantly put them back on and they head off. All the trip was going past bunk house after bunk house though she did see a basket ball court.

She walked down the driveway and then through a gateway in the fence to a standalone building. Once she got inside, she saw that the interior appeared to resemble a large-scale school cafeteria. They were allowed to mingle with the other two types of pony-humans. Tom grabbed herself a dinner plate of food on a tray. All fruits and veggies, with a carton of whole milk. She sighed. She loved meat with a cold beer. She needed a beer, several beers in fact.

Her new friends followed and Tom looked around then she saw a familiar figure waving her hand.  With a happy heart, Tom smiled and then said. “Follow me girls.” She headed over to Jasmine. Seeing her again and seeing her smile even with the new face brought happiness to Tom. The weirdest crap could be happening, but it was always better when she was with me. After sharing hug and few kisses, Tom said, “Jasmine meet my new friends, Anthony Clemens and Jessica Quinn, though they are going by their character names. Girls, this is my girlfriend Jasmine Slate.” They shook hands and everyone got seated.

“It’s nice to not have metal between us.”

“Agreed. I wish we were home. I was wondering if you have been figuring out your horn?”

“Not really, why?” Tom leaned in close to her.

“Wanting to hedge our bets. If necessary to bust out of here.”

“You think that is a good idea, Dash?” Spits asked.

“Dash?” Rarity asked. “Tom, did you go native?”

“Well unlike your name, mine doesn’t really fit this body.  So, I’m accepting Dash as a nickname till we fix this.” She explained then looked at Spits. “We are being illegally held Spits. We don’t even get one phone call or talked to an attorney. While we might get someone to listen or someone outside raises enough stink I rather be sure we can get out on our own in the worse case. Since Jasmine’s horn is magical, she likely has the best chance in getting us out. I certainly don’t know what Pegasi are capable of besides flying.”

“I do,” interjected Jasmine. “I also agree with ‘Dash’.” Jasmine had that mischievous look again. She was going to have fun with that I’m sure. “The fact they just barged into our home and tranqed us is very disturbing. I will promise to try to figure out my magic without them seeing. As for what you can do Dash, as the Pegasus you should be able to walk, sit, or lay on clouds. You can also destroy them. Create tornadoes, resistant to lightning. In essence you can control or harness the weather.  So, putting this in terms you can understand, you are now like Storm from the X-Men comics that you like to collect and read.”

Pointing at herself, she continued, “Unicorns like me should at basic be able to lift several things at one time with our magic. Other than that the unicorns in the show usually focus on magics geared towards their talent. Rarity has been shown to be able to take some fabric and turn it into a dress.  She also has the ability to find gems, while unicorn guard ponies use their horns as flashlights. More may be possible.”

Pointing to another group of detainees, she said, “Earth Ponies, the ones without wings or horns have the strongest muscles and have the most stamina on average. However, dedicated athlete ponies such as you and your friends can match their strength. They are also good in farming crops and Maud Pie uses her front hooves to break apart big boulder into gravel and dust.  Those are the basics.”

That smirked showed up again when Jasmine said, “My Precious Rock.” Tom was confused at first, and then she remembered how Spits and Lightning reacted to her real name and what her girlfriend looked like now. She groaned and then face planted on the table.

“Ow!” She exclaimed, as she isn't used to her heads new form and her snout stung a bit from that. That caused laughter from her friends and girlfriend. At least Jasmine and my new friends seem to get along well.
> Camp Dependable Part 2 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Tom didn’t sleep well that night. The bunk she had slept on sucked. She wanted her more comfortable bed, she wanted her freedom, and she wanted to see her family, friends, and co-workers. It’s bad enough that she was now a female of a formerly fictional species, but to be held against her will here, while being forced to sleep on this uncomfortable bunk. She had righteous anger with her loss of freedom, the loss of autonomy over herself, and yet had to keep a lid on her emotions for now.

She stretched, got on her hooves, walked to the restrooms, and then relieved herself in her morning routine. Tom thought, ‘Man, going to the bathroom sure is different now. Thank God this is a single gender house or I would have made a very easy mistake. Still, I have got to get accustomed to not seeing urinals in there.’
While she washed up her hands she looked at her image in the mirror. Her hair had the ragged look, but what grabbed her attention was the form her image had. The cyan fur covering a muzzle, with a pair of eyes bigger than they really need to be, and the rainbow colored hair, with a pair of horse ears. She took a deep breath to prevent her from punching the mirror.

“I will be me again.” She said out loud, but her words sounded hollow. The doc’s findings were bouncing around in her head. She was afraid, afraid that this is the image she will see in every mirror for the rest of her life. Before she got further down that path she went to the hand dryer, thankful that this place had them. She imagined trying to dry her furry-backed hands with paper towels.
She examined her short fingernails, somewhat covered by her furry coat.  Because her fingernails were the same color as her coat, she sometimes forgot that she even had fingernails.  She turned her hand over and then stroked her chin with her fingertips, realizing that she hadn’t shaved her face since her transformation.  A smiling Spitfire had told her that not needing to ever shave her face again was liberating.  But, to her mind, it was yet another reminder that against her will, she had been changed, with no more free will than a lump of clay on a potter’s wheel.  In her mind, she filed her raw emotions into her “Deal with this later” file, because her empty stomach was demanding breakfast.
While walking with her two friends to the base cafeteria, she wondered why this type of costume transformation had never happen elsewhere, such as during a comic book convention or a Star Trek convention.  She would not have minded that much to become Wolverine or a Klingon warrior, but didn’t speak of her daydreams to her brony friends.
At breakfast she and her new friends met Jasmine’s roommates. They never gave their human names. It seems that they, like her new friends, are abandoning their lifelong human identities and adopted their characters’ identities. It kind of bothered her a bit, but besides calling her Dash they didn’t try to force her to join them to embrace their new identities as pastel-colored mare-humans.

Interspersed with genuine laughter, Lightning and Spitfire talked about celebrating their first Hearth's Warming Eve in a couple of months as pony-humans.  ‘Wait’, thought Dash, ‘why are my friends planning a celebration based on a cartoon series, when they should be worried about voting on November’s Election Day. I need to organize a breakout team together, make a map of the base, and then plan an escape route.  I’ve organized on the job work teams before and this should be no different, I hope.  I just never dreamed that I would be part of a real-life version of Steve McQueen's The Great Escape.’

After breakfast, which were pancakes that by the way were ‘YYYUUUUMMM!’ she was summoned by the same grumpy guards to the camp’s administration building. It was part of the larger group of buildings that had no fences around it. She saw only humans in this area as well. She was directed into a room that was illuminated by a light bulb. She saw a table with a pair of chairs, one occupied by a man wearing civilian clothing. He was wearing a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches, a turtleneck shirt, polyester slacks, and loafers with socks with some university logo printed on them that screamed ‘I’m a nerdy professor’.  She took the other seat and then looked coldly at the guy.
“Welcome R412803. Now, I want to start with some questions about how you were changed, so we can run some proper test for all of you.”

“Well, you are out of luck I’m not answering any.” She replied folding her arms and glaring at him.

“Please R412803, we only want to...” He started to plead.

“First off my name’s Tom Davis, though I’m accepting Dash as a temporary alternate. Not this R41 whatever. I’m a person, not a thing, and I have rights. You violated those rights, so I don’t help you. You let us all go and then it’s a different story.”

“That’s outside my control. You are here for your prot..”

“That’s bull and you know it. That’s an excuse you made to violate the law, violate my constitutional rights as an American citizen. First, I haven’t been discriminated against, much less attacked by angry peasant mobs armed with torches and pitchforks. I don’t need your protection.  Second, I saw a doctor before you goons kidnapped me and he wasn’t worried about it spreading from me. My transformation isn’t some disease or biological warfare. This is the result of putting on a costume changing me into this. The fact you aren’t in a hazmat suit means you don’t think so either. Thus, nobody needs protection from me. So the question becomes, why kidnap us? Somebody in your agency thinks we have value somehow and want us. From what I heard from my girlfriend on our potential, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the interest. So again, till you release ALL of us we have nothing to discuss.” She looked away and waited for his move. He just sighed, pressed a button, and she heard a buzzer go off outside the room. A burly guard that looked like a pro wrestler opened the door and looked in with a stone cold, inscrutable face.

“She won’t cooperate with us. Take her back to the others.” Without another word said, the guard escorted Dash out of the room, then the building, and was returned to the Pegasus enclosure. Once there she thought of what to do. Staying by her bunk would be just boring. She started walking around. At least she could decide where she would walk, give her back some control over her life. Most of what she saw was several bunk houses till she arrived at the basket ball court which was available to all stuck here, within the same shared area that the cafeteria was in. Although, she noticed a heavier guard presence in the shared area, she noticed the building on the right of the court seemed to have more inmates coming and going than the other nearby buildings. Curious, she decided to check it out. Going through the front door she saw exercise equipment throughout the building.

‘Nice! Might as well see how strong I am now?’ She went over to the area that had the dumb bells and chose a medium size weight. It felt too light in her hands, so she tried another. She had to do this two more times till she found one that felt a little heavy. Sitting on a stool she began her reps with a slight smile. She did one arm for five minutes before switching arms. After an hour her arms ached a little, but she was surprised how long she was able to lift the weight. No way could she have lifted that weight that long before her change. This was a fit body now. The first plus she thought of on her own since this whole thing happened. She decided to go check out equipment to exercise her legs and hoped Jasmine was doing okay.

* * * * *

Jasmine just got done with her interview and she refused to cooperate with the NSA agents unless her attorney was present. After a couple minutes she was escorted out and she decided to head back to her bunk. Once there she noticed a handful of her fellow ponies, but it was hard to get privacy here anyways. She took out a hair brush and put in on the small dresser she shared with her friend Trixie. She then closed her eyes and focused on the image of the brush. She imagined the aura she seen on TV surrounding it and lifting up into the air. She heard a soft and melodious hum and she looked to see the hairbrush floating in the air.

“Yes!” She cheered and then the hairbrush dropped back onto the dresser. She slumped at the sight. ‘Drat, I have to keep up concentration to be Rarity level. I have a lot of practice ahead of me. Looks like I’m going to start a magic kindergarten with myself as the first student.’ She cleared her head and tried again.

* * * * *

Back at Discord’s

“Well those two certainly have spunk. Much prefer that Rarity to the one here. Their plan also sounds interesting. Oh the chaos of a break out will be so delicious. I really like these ponies.” A metallic ringing interrupted his thoughts, so he looked over at his alarm clock. His clock was jumping up and down on two tiny legs, while two tiny arms pointed at the time. “Oh! Time for tea with Fluttershy. Will have to DVR this.” With a remote coming out of his open palm, he presses a few buttons and with a snap of his talons he leaves for time with his dearest friend.

* * * * *

Camp Dependable one week later

Dash was stretching her legs in preparation for a jog. She had gotten use to being called that name and since she started running and working out it fitted her more and more. A lot of the times Spits and Lightning joined her in her workouts and jogging, but she always look forward to certain jogging times and she smiled as she saw the reason walking towards her. Jasmine was walking towards her in the late afternoon sun. She had to admit, even in her current form Jasmine was a gem. Her white fur radiant in the sun and her hair was dazzling. Even her blue eyes sparkled. She remembered fondly when she asked her to join in the jogging.

* * * * *

4 days earlier

Tom took a seat across from Jasmine. “Hey Jasmine, how’s your project going?”

“Making progress, don’t need to concentrate as hard as I use to. I even convinced my friends Trixie and Fleur to try using their magic abilities on their own. How about you?”

“The workout is actually fun. I’m much stronger now than before everything so that should help if we have to do it. But there is one thing missing.” Tom took a bite of her meal. Grill cheese sandwich this time.

“And that is?” Jasmine asked curiously.

“You.” 

Jasmine blinked at that before asking, “Me?”

“Yes you. I want to spend more time with you than breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You’re my girlfriend and I want to spend time with my Precious Jewel.” She took another bite and waited for Jasmine’s response.

“Oh I don’t know...” Jasmine began and Tom pulled out all the stops and stooped to the puppy dog eyes. Jasmine looked at it for a bit and then snickered.  She tried to contain it as the look continued. Then she giggled. “Oh Tom, all you’re missing is the paper with the hug written on it with a question mark. Fine, I’ll go jogging with you.” Tom jumped up and cheered.

“YES!” Unbeknownst to her Jasmine watched in amusement.

‘That’s my precious rock.’

* * * * *

Under a blue sky, Jasmine did some small stretches since this jog was the only thing she did as far as physical exercise.  Soon they were off on a circuit around the shared area.  

“So have you heard the latest?” Jasmine asked.

“No, gossip is your area, not mine. The only thing I know is that they brought some more like us in.”

“Well that did happen, but those of us that have cooperated with the doctors have news of our condition.”

“And?”

Jasmine took a minute before answering. “Well, it looks like there is no going back. This is who we are now. They did DNA work and such and everything points to this. We have some human DNA the percentage between it and the pony DNA is 30% to 50% with 10% being completely unknown. And the human DNA didn’t match what they had before they were changed.  On the upside, a once paraplegic Iraq veteran who is now an Earth pony stallion-human can now walk again.  On the downside, there are a few pregnant women here who are in their first or second trimesters.  Their babies that they carry within them have also become… like we are now.”

“What about kids there was likely pony costumes for children in that costume store.  What happened to those children?”

“Those children transformed into pony-humans, along with any transformed parents, are being held in two other camps.”

“Kidnapping innocent children is unforgivable.  What about where the suits came from?” Dash was doing her best not to freak out at the news and was grasping at straws.

“Absolutely nothing! While mall security cameras did show that the Canterlot Costume Emporium store did exist, but then it just disappeared in a flash when Halloween ended. From the sounds of it even the paperwork in the mall’s main office is just not there.  The store’s manager didn’t tell anything about himself to his customers, who appeared to have operated that shop all by himself.  A few costume customers remember seeing that the costumes were delivered to the stores by Fluttershy Express truck drivers; but there are no traces of their trucks, their drivers, or any evidence that these trucks ever bought fuel at any gas station or truck stop. The story is the same for the other stores as well.  And, while these costumes did have official Hasbro authorized merchandising tags, all the records of the license have disappeared from Hasbro’s offices.”

They turned their heads when they heard a group cheer from the basketball court, then Jasmine continued by saying, “The costume instructions had a factory address that is an abandoned automobile plant.  Yet, the factory’s loading dock overhead doors were so rusty that they fell apart when the NAS agents attempted to open them. The city administrators that manage that abandoned factory say that they never authorized it to be used by the costume company.  None of the residents who live near the old car plant remember ever seeing workers come or go, nor deliveries of raw materials to that factory. Before Halloween, some costume customers did call the factory’s phone number and got human customer service representatives to answer their questions; but the local phone company has no records of those calls, while claiming that the factory’s phone lines have been disconnected for years. The company web site has also disappeared and those NSA agents are looking for web captures from fans and web archiving sites.  Whoever or whatever made these costumes did a real good job in covering their tracks.”

‘So that’s it then. No one knows how to reverse this and all the leads are just gone.’ Her jogging faltered and she felt Jasmine touch her. She looked over and saw a concerned look from Jasmine.

“I’m right here for you Tom.”

“Just... just let me hold you okay?” She nodded and was then held by the former male. She took comfort in holding her love and ignoring the world around her for a time.

* * * * * *

Night was starting to fall when she let go of Jasmine.

“Thank you Jaz, I really needed that.”

“Will you be okay?”

“For now, yeah. When we finally get out of here I’ll really face this and deal with the ugliness of it all. Getting out is more important for if what you heard was right then I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as a prisoner in this totalitarian gulag.” She nodded and started for the cafeteria which should be in the final hour of supper. “Tom, just promise me that you will include me when you do face that issue.” She looked at Jasmine and gave her a sad smile.
“I didn’t imagine it any other way.” She held out her hand, Jasmine held it with care, and they went hand in hand to supper.


* * * * *

Discord

“Gah! What was that? I nearly lost MY supper. When did this start going down that Twilight Saga route?”  The Master of Chaos took a deep breath. “Okay, going to take a break from this and go prank Luna. That will cheer me right up.” With a flash of light he disappeared for his pranking.

The Foal Free Press reported that his pranking drove Luna to have a slight relapse as Nightmare Moon. As the Mare in the Moon, she chased Discord for half the night before becoming too exhausted to continue the chase. Being the good sport he actually brought her back to her room and tucked her in. To everypony’s relief she reverted back to Luna in her sleep and Discord lowered the moon for her and thoroughly enjoyed himself.
At least till Luna unleashed Pinkie Pie on him.

* * * * *

Camp Dependable

After eating supper, Dash said goodnight to Jasmine and then headed for her bunk house.  She had intended to check up with her friends, and then take a shower to clean herself up after her long workout.  While showering, Dash had trained her mind to ignore the beautiful and often flirtatious mare-humans.  Dash concluded that if her life was a fantasy novel, then her showers would be the encounters with well-proportioned ladies, heroines, and goddesses who are bathing under picturesque waterfalls.  She said a silent vow to herself that despite temptations that she would remain forever faithful to her Jasmine.  Dash needed Jasmine and Jasmine needed Dash, and that’s all there is to it.
Walking up to her bunk house, Dash noticed that someone had written Welcome to Pegasopolis New Cloudsdale in magic marker on the front entrance door.  ‘Curious’ Dash thought to herself ‘my Pegasus-human roommates are coping with the stress of their unjust imprisonment by creating their own community, creating their own family of brony-ponies.  And now, every five years for the rest of my life, I’m going to get notices for Camp Dependable internee reunions.’

Once beside her bunk, she noticed Lightning was missing. She asked Spitfire, “Hey Spits, where’s Lightning?”
The fire themed Pegasus looked back and said. “Some of the black uniform guard guys said that they wanted to talk to her again. It’s been awhile, so she should be back soon.” Dash frowned at that, but before she could say anymore the door nearest them to the outside was opened by a guard. He looked over the Pegasi in the room while holding the door wide open for two of his buddies. They were carrying something and it took a moment for Dash to see it was another one of them unconscious. They laid her limp body on the empty bed across from Dash, then without saying a word left.

Dash went over to the new girl and took note of her features. First she had a horn so that raised an eyebrow. Except for certain areas they kept the three types of for lack of a better word ponies separate, so why break that rule now? Have they run out of room in the unicorn area? The girl also had lavender fur with dark blue hair with a purple and pink stripe in them. Spits got close and then gasped.

“What is it?” Dash asked.

“That’s Twilight Sparkle!”

> The Escape
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dash tilted her head.

“Who?”

“She’s the main character of the show, while you look like one of her closest friends.”

“Okay, but why is she here in this barracks, rather than with the other unicorns?”

“Let me check something.” Spits said.  She walked over and lifted Twilight’s shirt. With a happy “aha” expression, Spits said, “Yup, just as I guessed, she’s in Alicorn form.”

“Ali what?”

“You know we have three different types of ponies here?” Dash nodded. “Well Alicorns are all three in one. Sort of like a Swiss army pony. She can do anything we Pegasi can do, have the Earth pony strength and stamina, and of course cast magic like unicorns.  However, they have far more power with each of their pony abilities.”

“Sounds almost godlike,” Dash observed.

“While fans have debated for years if they are actually gods in the show, they seem to have the powers of the Greek gods at least. I say that because Lauren Faust based her version of the franchise on Greek mythology.” Spits sighed. “Well from other arrivals I’ve seen she won’t wake for hours, so we better get some shut eye.” Dash reluctantly nodded and headed to her bed.

*	*	*	*	*

Dash was just stirring when she heard a yelp. That got her awake and she looked around. Lightning’s bed was empty and had no sign she had slept there. That was worrying, but she continued to look and her guess was confirmed. Twilight was up and looking fearfully around.

“W-where am I?” She asked fearfully and Dash came over to her side.

“You’re in Camp Dependable. Brought here for your ‘protection’. I’m Dash and over there is Spitfire.” Dash said while she pointed to the now awake fire themed pony.

“I’m Lisa Thomson. How did I get here? I was at my house in the country trying to learn how to use my powers, and then felt a sting, then nothing.”

“They somehow found you and knocked you out to be brought here. They stripped you of your civilian clothing, and then gave you that prison outfit with a harness to prevent you from flying like us.”

“But why? It makes no sense. I wasn’t harming anyone. My place was miles from anyone else.”

“Frankly I think someone in the NSA wants to use us as weapons and are using the protection excuse to pull it off.” Before more could be said the nearby outer door opened and a pair of surly guards was carrying another pony in. As they walked past, she saw it was Lightning and she didn’t look good. They laid her on her bunk and began to walk out. 

”What did you do to her?” Dash said with anger.

“Nothing that concerns you, pony.” One said with disdain. That impolite insult just made her fury grow.

“The HELL it’s not, she’s my friend!” She yelled and started to approach the pair. They lifted their guns at her.

“Just drop it pony.” He said and she just glared at him as he walked out before going back to her friend. Lightning just lay in her bed, staring at nothing. Dash took a close look and saw bruising around Lightning’s wrists and a glance showed that her ankles had them as well.

“What did they do to you Lightning?” Dash asked and when she put a hand on Lightning’s thigh as she checked for other bruises the girl in front of her shivered. Then the light of dawn illuminated her head. She removed her hand and moved both to cup Lightning’s head and leaned herself in so that Lightning could get a clear and strong whiff of her scent. Early on they all discovered they had a stronger sense of smell now and that made meals all the more enjoyable. Soon they learned to recognize everyone’s scent and that made these barracks ponies into a circle of friends, a neighborhood community within the camp. As she did this she also said quietly. “It’s okay Lightning, you’re safe now, you’re with us now. Your friends are right here.”

It took awhile, but Lightning calmed down and then fell asleep. All the other girls in the barracks looked at them with lines of apprehension and worry etched on their faces. Spitfire broke the silence.

“Did they actually…?” Dash looked back at the sleeping girl.

“Yeah, I think they did.” She looked up and she saw the anger she felt spreading among the girls in the barracks. 

“That’s it; we’re getting out of here. Talia,” Dash addressed a girl who looked similar to Dash, but had pink fur, dark blue hair and tail. From their time spent in the communal showers she knew she had a pair of blue lightning bolts on her hips. “I need a few others to spread the word of what just happened. Create an uproar. Spits I’m assuming you want to join me?”

“Only if Lightning is coming.”

“Like I’d leave her here after that.” Dash then looked at Lisa. “I’ve been planning a break out for awhile. Do you want to join me?”

“You betcha.”

“So you are just leaving us with the guards that did that to Lightning?” asked another girl who had a lavender coat, with a yellow mane and tail.
Dash looked at her and said, “We all can’t escape at once, but I plan to tell the country what’s going on here. What I need you girls to do is create a distraction and a mob is perfect considering what they just did. Do you have any skills in entertainment?”

“I’m an exotic dancer at a chic gentlemen’s club.”
Smiling, Dash snapped her fingers. “That’s perfect! Don’t put yourselves in danger, but keep the guards looking at your antics. Everybody get ready, I’ll inform Jasmine.”

*	*	*	*	*


Dash got her breakfast and easily found Jasmine They both took a table and Jasmine asked.

“Is it true?”

“That Lightning was raped last night? Very likely, just touching her hip got her shivering and she had the signs of being bound.”

“How can they possibly justify that!?”

“Doesn’t matter. We are making our move today as soon as the mob has drawn enough attention.”

“Alright. I think I can fulfill my part. Who all is going?”

“You, me, a new arrival named Lisa, maybe Spitfire or Lightning Dust. Depends how Lightning is.  The NSA thugs think that we inmates are going to attempt to steal their vehicles during a breakout.  While it would be cool to swipe the base commander’s limousine; instead let’s show those thugs that we are smarter than that, by escaping through the wall on the opposite side of their motor pool, where they station the fewest guards. As my Dad told me once, ‘If you can’t outfight your opponents, then out think them.’” Jasmine nodded and they finished their meal in silence.

*	*	*	*	*


The sun was starting to set when the mob formed, demanding justice for Lightning. Dash went to Lightning’s bunk and kneels down so that she could look the now awake girl in the eye. Spitfire has been by her side since she was returned trying to comfort the girl.

“Lightning, I’m planning to breakout and I would like to have you with us. I have no idea what you went through, but you are my friend and I want to protect you. But if you don’t want to go that’s fine, Spits will stay with you in that case...” Lightning looked at her and actually seemed to see her. Lightning extended her hand and Dash took it.

“I… I don’t want to fear anymore Dash.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, glad to have you with us.” Lightning smiled and both Dash and Spits helped her up and with their support they headed for the common area to meet up with Jasmine.

*	*	*	*	*

The mob was in full swing when they met up with Jasmine. Her friends Trixie and Fleur were staying behind and will make a light show to add to the distraction. Jasmine observed the movement of the guards and it looked like the mob had gotten their attention focused on themselves. With a nod from Jasmine, Dash and Spits knocked out the guards guarding the entrance to the Pegasus area. Taking the keys off an officer, they covered their sleeping bodies with a camouflage tarp, unlocked the door, and the group heads to the edge of the fenced in area where they saw a forest beyond. They stopped at a locked door in the outer wall, blocking their escape to the forest.
Unlikely to have time to figure out which key unlocked that door, Jasmine used her magic to feel for the lock and unlocked the door.  Lisa took the door in her magic and slammed it open, knocking the door’s lone guard off balanced.  With that Dash took a running jump.

Note: Hoof beats fist any day. The guard was knocked out cold and after hiding the guard in a portable potty shack, the group raced to the forest line. They heard the fireworks of Trixie and Fleur and then prayed that it took all notice away from them. They got into the forest with no signs of any pursuit or any indication that the guards had noticed their escaped. They had made it so far.

After a few minutes they stopped running and rested by a stream where they all took a drink of water. Dash leaned against a tree with Jasmine at her side enjoying the peaceful moment.

“Well (breathe) that worked well (breathe).” Jasmine commented.

“Well that’s just the first part. They will notice us gone eventually and will be looking. We’ve got to get word out before that can happen.”

“I hate to suggest this in light of what happening to Lightning, but we should ditch the prison clothes.” Spitfire said. Dash looked down and saw the bright yellow shirt and pants. They were so bright they were repulsive.

“Yeah, as colorful as our fur and hair has become, the outfits we were given puts those to shame. Lose them; we are all girls here after all.” She started taking off the shirt and pants. Dropping them onto the grass she felt the slight breeze on her now uncovered parts, and that sensation felt nice.  They shoved the offensive clothing down what looked like a rabbit hole. She felt a need to stretch her wings but the harness prevented that. “Hey Jasmine, you think you can get this off? You have great attention to detail.”

“Let me take a look.” She got up and Dash stood still as Jasmine looked over the harness. The unicorn girl circles her taking a close look at the individual bands. “Ah HAH! There is it!” She heard a hum then the harness tightened a bit before it felt loose and then didn’t feel it on her body anymore.  She stretched her wings out wide for the very first time. They ached with being pinned down for so long, but it was a good ache.

“Thanks Jasmine, that feels great.”

“Hey, could she cut mine?” Spits asked.

“I’ll cut all of yours, now line up please.” All the winged girls did and the next couple minutes, they had the joy of their harnesses being taken off them and then stretching their wings.

“Alright let’s head out. I want more distance between us and the Camp.” They all got up on their hooves, headed away from the camp, and into an unknown forest.  The forest had no sign of human habitation.  Their oversized eyes, once adjusted to the darkness, allowed them to see their surroundings and each other as well as their human eyesight did on an overcast day.

*	*	*	*	*

The moon was high in the sky when they finally decided to call it a night and took shelter in a dense grove of mature evergreen trees. These trees grow so tall and so close together that they couldn’t see the sky. They didn’t have the tools to build a survival shelter and had concluded that unicorn magic was too “luminescent” to risk being noticed. Dash volunteered to take first watch. She lay against a tree with Jasmine leaning against her sleeping. Dash’s left breast being used as a pillow. A small smile graced Jasmine’s lips. That caused a smile on Dash’s face. She missed seeing that look when she had fell asleep in front of the TV. Dash wanted to be back to those days as much as possible. She shifted between watching their camp’s surroundings, her girlfriend, and the beauty of the night forest.
With care as to not wake up Jasmine, Dash got to her hooves, walked over to Spitfire, and with a low voice woke her up.  After getting Spitfire to take over second watch, Dash carefully rejoined Jasmine and then joined her in the world of dreams.

*	*	*	*	*

Sunlight woke Dash the next morning and everyone slowly woke up. They looked around for food that humans would eat, but couldn’t find any. Their hunger was strong enough that they become desperate for food and ate grass. Yes, the docs did prove that they could eat grass. It wasn’t tasty, but it filled them up.
Dash asked Jasmine, “For the first time in my life, I slept outdoors without a stitch on. Yet, I didn’t feel the least bit cold last night.  Do you have any ideas how I or anyone else in our group could be comfortable sleeping at night without wearing any clothing?”

Jasmine replied, “The doctors’ testing determined that our outer body hair is a very good insulator as our coats retain the same amount of our body heat as a normal equine. And, similar to normal equines we feel comfortable in low temperatures that would be considered chilly to normal humans.”

“Thanks Jaz, that’s good information to know.  But, we should start walking and put more distance between us and Camp Legally Indefensible.”

For hours, they walked in silence to not attract unwanted attention, while listening to any sounds around them.  Dash was bewildered as she realized all the natural sounds her pony ears could hear and the forest scents her pony nose could smell. Then, an unknown, female voice interrupted their silent walking.

“Well, here’s a sight you don’t see everyday. Did you guys escape from that old army base?” They all looked around and walking from behind a tree, holding what looked to be a rifle was another pony-human. She had gold fur with red hair that had yellow streaks in it and a horn. She wore an old, military style combat uniform and she looked certainly ready for a hike.
Dash took charge of the conservation with the new unicorn-human and said, “Yeah, we did escape. My name is Dash, yours?” The girl gave her a ‘really’ look before shrugging.

“My name was Jack Ryan, but with the change I now go by Sunset Shimmer.”
> Truth Revealed 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Dash and her group stood and stared at Sunset Shimmer, while she stared back. It was Lisa who broke the silence.

“What are you doing here, Sunset?”

Sunset tipped her wide-brimmed, boonie hat to them and then said, “I live nearby. Pentagon officials closed down the base six months ago.  Yet, they denied local communities permission to redevelop it for civilian uses.  So, I was curious as to why there was so much activity in the place again. Then, I saw it was filled with captive ponies. Thus, I’ve been slowly observing and recording what I saw ever since. Was about to head back out to the place when I ran into you. Soooo, what’s up with the place?”

“Well, they are NSA and they kidnapped everypony to be interned there and at two other locations. After Lightning here got raped, we made our break, and now we intend to get the word out about what’s happening.”
Sunset winced at that before replying. “Okay, let’s get you all to my place and you can get some food and clothes.  I’ve got a secure web connection, so you can get the word out. Heads are going to roll on this.” Sunset lead them from then on.

Dash being curious asked. “So what did you do before the change?”

“Was a retired CIA analyst. Don’t worry; I’m on your side with this. Kidnapping you people was a dumb move by the NSA. Tell ya, it was nice being able to do this kind of thing again. Being fifty was so annoying.”

“So what did you do some James Bond kind of things?”

“Not usually.” Sunset answered with a smile. “But I was military before the CIA so I am used to field ops.  I’ve also collected data for psychological operation teams to create effective “Hearts and Minds” propaganda.  So, I know how to craft a meaningful narrative with words and pictures.  Let’s get going, we don’t want to be in these woods while the NSA is searching for your group.”

Silence fell after that till they got to a well-maintained, ranch style house that was mostly concealed by trees. Sunset unlocked the door and let them in. “Welcome to my home. Stay here in the living room and I’ll go get some clothes for you all before I start cooking dinner.”

“What’s for dinner?” Dash asked.

“Well, I do have some frozen pizzas without meat. I also have meat pizzas, but it so sucks that I can’t eat meat anymore.”

“Actually, we can.” Jasmine commented.

“Huh?” Some of the pony-humans including Sunset said.

“Well, some of those I was with in the camp did allow studies to happen to them and the doctors discovered that we can eat meat.” Everybody stared at her for a minute before Spits finally said.
“Sunny, get all those pizzas you have cooking. We have meat to eat.” Grins were all around. Even Lightning was smiling. Sunset gave them a thumbs-up and then disappeared while everypony else rested their hooves on the chairs and couches. Dash noticed that on a bookshelf stood a twenty-inch tall Sunset Shimmer plush doll.  Hanging around its neck was a convention badge for something called Bronycon.

Then, Sunset returned with a bundle of clothes for them to pick over to wear. Dash picked a simple white T-shirt and a pair of shorts and both fit well except for one thing. Her wings, they were again bound to her back unless she either ripped holes or took the shirt off. It was a tad uncomfortable to say the least, but she will deal with it.  Dash decided that she would soon have to buy, or have made, some open back shirts for her and for the other winged pony-woman in their group.

After getting their clothing on, the gang decided to just rest from their escape and waited for the pizzas to be done. Sunset joined them with her boonie hat off and her gun lying nearby. It was Lisa who broke the silence.

“So, do we have to worry about unexpected guests?”

“Nope.” Sunset replied. “I have sensors buried in the ground, hidden cameras watching the road to my home, and a flight tracking radar so no one approaches my place without my knowing.” A sigh of relief came out of everypony.

“So why Sunset?” Spits asked with a slight smirk and folded arms as Lightning laid next to her. Sunset smirks at the group and replies.

“I like that she is practical smart and a bit of a renegade. Some of my actions during my days with the CIA were questionable. Heck it cost me my family. But, I overcame those issues like Sunset did.”

“Okay, I can buy that.”

“So, did you all pick the pony you’ve wanted to be?” Sunset asked.

“All but two of us.” Jasmine stated and Sunset had an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, you wanted to be Applejack?” Jasmine rolled her eyes.

“Everyone thinks I would relate with the shows number one background pony.”

“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!” The gang comments on that diss while Dash watches with amusement.
“Joking on the background pony bit. But seriously, I have been compared repeatedly to Applejack from Equestria Girls.  Heck even the guy who sold us these costumes initially grabbed Applejack. I’m not a farmer, rancher, or even from the south. I’m a jeweler and Rarity breaks the stereotype more so than with Applejack. Heck Rarity Investigates proved that. Yes she is snobbish, but she is far more generous than they would ever be. She is a true noble pony.”

“Okay so who are the two then?”

“One will be Lightning here,” said Spits. “She wanted to be Rainbow Dash, but they didn’t have it at her store. The other is Dash over there.” Dash groaned knowing what was to come.

“Okay why you? Lightning makes sense, but someone not wanting to be Rainbow Dash.”

“Because I’m not a brony. I was just a guy honoring my word to my girlfriend.” Sunset looked at Jasmine and replied.

“Lady, you are a cruel woman. So, you are also against the Rarijack ship as well?”

“I don’t hate it, but I think the Raridash ship isn’t used enough.” Jasmine then grabbed her girlfriend and leaned in close. “Besides my precious rock is so cute like this.”

“Rock?”

“My name was Tom Davis.” Dash replied and saw Sunset try to not laugh when a ding sounded.

“Okay pizza is ready. You all get your drinks. I have pop, milk, and beer.” Everyone got up and grabbed their preferred food.

*	*	*	*	*

After dinner Dash found herself in front of a laptop. She volunteered to be the face of the resistance group as she reveals to the world what happened at the camp.

“Okay I got the computer all set up. Just press the record button and share what you know. I’ll add in pictures I’ve taken earlier then we’ll post it on the web and the truth will be out.” Sunset said.

“Thanks Sunset. Well here we go.” She clicked the mouse and began.

“Hello, my name is Tom Davis, but I currently look like and sound like Rainbow Dash. Like many in the world I was given a costume that has since become my body. I had barely adjusted to this fact and what to do, when my home was broken into and I was kidnapped. The NSA has kidnapped me, my girlfriend, and many other adults and children, and then imprisoned us without probable cause or due process into three internment camps for our ‘protection’.” She did the air quotes thing.

“My constitutional rights as an American citizen have been violated because someone in the federal government is either afraid of our magical powers, or sees me and others useful for something. I am unable to work at my productive job and earn a living wage. I was separated from my girlfriend, denied all contact with the outside world, and a roommate of mine was raped. Those NSA agents never addressed me as Tom Davis, but as R412803. Despite our outward changes, we are still Americans, and have rights and those have been violated.”

Dash takes a breath, and then continues with, “Look at the images taken from a new friend who observed what was happening to us. That was our daily life in that place. I beg my fellow Americans to right this wrong. I am personally suing the NSA for breach of my rights and want to see justice done. All of us changed want at best to go back to normal, but barring that to try to live our lives as normal as possible. Remember, if false and dehumanizing imprisonment happened to my friends and me, it can someday happen to you as well.  Tom Davis signing out.” She clicked the off button and then ceded the chair to Sunset.

“That was brilliant Dash.” Jasmine said and she smiled at her girlfriend.

“Just spoke from my heart.  I’m still surprised you didn’t want to do this.”

“I think you would have a better time reaching them then I would Dash. Your heartfelt honestly would endear us to many.”

“I may not be an expert on the show but hanging around you, Spits, and Lightning I am bound to learn something.” Jasmine giggled at that. “So you like me for the honestly, so why not give me an Applejack costume?”
“Well, I admit you as Applejack could work, but I think you’re cuter this way and Rainbow matches you more to me. You are the first to go in and you man up on your promises. You would give up much for the sake of your friends.”Jasmine leaned in closer. “What has happened was never planned, but if you had to be stuck as a pony from the show I’m glad it was Rainbow Dash.” She then kissed Dash on the check and Dash blushed at that.

“Jeeze you two, get a room.” Sunset’s rather blunt comment ruining the moment. With a frown, she gave a light slap in the back of Sunset‘s head which only caused the girl to chuckle.

*	*	*	*	*

An hour later nearly everyone was sitting around watching the news channel, while Sunset monitored the web. Dash had a cell phone next to her waiting to call a friend who was a lawyer. Soon enough it happened.
<We at Fox News just learned that the people transformed into pony like creatures are being held against their will in NSA internment camps.> They played the recording and Dash had to admit that Sunset did a great job with it, as she blended both still pictures and footage with what she had said. <Now folks we have reported earlier about American citizens and foreign nationals transforming into these pony like creatures, thus resembling characters from the popular kids show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.  We first reported that the government was checking them out for a possible disease outbreak, but this looks like it is more than that. While there is no official word from the American federal government the fans of the show, the artists who create the show, relatives of their imprisoned love ones, and foreign governments are already protesting their excessive and unjust treatment.>
Dash decided it was time and called his friend.

<Hello?  Paul Benner speaking.>

“Hey Paul, it’s Tom. Been paying attention to the news or were you gaming?”

<You really are Tommy boy aren’t you? Didn’t know you were a brony, I figure you’d be more open with it since you were dating Jasmine. And I have noticed the news. That’s some wacked out stuff.>

“It is and don’t call me Tommy boy. Also, I’m not a brony, I lost a bet to Jaz.”

<Ah.>

“So you know why I’m calling.”

<Yup, though I don’t think you can sue the government.  But, you could go after the individuals behind it or anyone who profited from it. Moreover, I will organize a legal team to make sure that your raped roommate gets justice against those who assaulted her. Let me look up some stuff and I will get back to you buddy. No matter what I bet we can help your fellow ponies out. I’ll get back with you.>

“I look forward to it Paul.” With that she hung up.
> Flying and Crashing
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dash was in a ravine on Sunset's property with Spits, Lisa, and Dust. It was a bright and sunny day and Dash loved it.


"Okay Spits, why are we out here?" Spits looked over her shoulder with a smirk and gleam in her eyes.


"Because Dash, we are going to learn how to fly." Dash blinked and blinked again.


"Um how? I know we got wings but they are too small to lift us."


"Magic," Lisa interjected. "Even in the show the pegasus wings are too small to lift them. Fans guess that the wings are used to focus the magic pegasi and alicorns have to allow flight."


"Great, magic." Dash snorted. "Well what do we do first?"


"Well don't want to ruin Sunny's shirts so..." Spits said and Dash rolled her eyes and took her shirt off. Dash had to admit the feel of air on her bared breasts felt real nice. She observed the others do the same and notice that they all had generous breasts with slight variance with Lisa having the biggest out of those here but the rest of us were not even remotely flat. She had to compare to Sunset and Jaz later. Dash stretched her wings and boy did that feel good. Dash notice smiles from the others as they did the same. Dash looked at her wings thoughtfully, trying to remember how birds used their wings. She lifted her  wings and stroked down and felt herself be lifted a bit. She landed unsteadily and waited a couple of seconds before doing it again with a jump. She almost reaching the top of the ravine before she started falling back. She readied her legs and had a better landing. She lsunched into the air again with the flap but kept up the flapping and soon she was hovering in the air and she heard the cheers from her friends. They soon followed her and they were all hovering.


"Now let's see if we can move?" Dash stated and tried to move to the right and she started to and then spun out of control and crashed into the ground. She heard the others crash to. She got back and tried again.


She met the ground again.


With a groan she got back up. 'This may take longer then we thought.'


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Jasmine was lounging on a lawn chair taking in the sun totally nude since Sunset didn't have any bikinis and every one has seen each other naked already. Well every body but Sunset. They haven't seen her nude yet. She also wondered where Fash and the other girls went when Sunset came outside. Jasmine eyed her and though the mare wore clothes Jasmine got a good idea on the form beneath and it wasn't bad. Getting g back on point though.


"Have you seen the others?" She asked Sunset.


"Went out to the ravine this morning." The firery mare replied.


"Ravine?"


"To the north there is a decent ravine. Since it's on my property it's safe. Spitfire has a walkie tuned to it in case of breech."


"And why are they out there?" Sunset shrugged.


"Spitfire had an idea and took the others. Why I don't know. But they have been gone for hours so should be back. Going g to make lunch for us."


"Need any help?" Jasmine asked. Sunset waved her off.


"Nah I got it. You keep tanning yourself." Sunset started walking back in but paused and looked back. "Can you even get a tan with fur?" Jasmine just shrugged in response and Sunset headed back in. Jasmine enjoyed the sun for another half hour when she heard movement. She looked for the source and found the others emerging from from the woods. Besides their shirts the looked battered. Jasmine got up and ran to them.


"What happen!!?" She asked. Fearing they were attacked.


"We tried to fly and was harder then we thought." Spitfire said.


"But we did it." Dash said with a smile. And Jasmine roles her eyes at them.


"Well you four get cleaned up. Sunset is making lunch."


"Aw yeah!" lighting shouted. everyone looked at her with a smile. this is the most energetic they have seen her since the rape. flying did her some good it seems. jasmine followed them in and relaxed on the couch as the other girls took there turns in the bathroom. dash sat next to jasmine and jasmine leaned against her. dash smiled and held her. the two just enjoying the moment and each other. some of the others saw and smiled. soon sunset called out lunch and the group  grabbed it before finding places to eat it. lisa turned on the tv to see what was going on with the world outside. there kind was still the topic of the day. some good had happen to there fellow ponies. the national guards have took over the compounds. while not what they wanted, new management was a start. there were debates on what to do with them. while some wanted to keep them in the compounds there was a growing call to free them. especially after many ponies were interviewed. the sad thing was lightning was not the only one raped. many ponies were not happy being imprisoned and baring cure want to resume their lives. A wish this group agreed with.


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It was late evening when Dash's lawyer called.


"Hey Tom."


"Yo Paul, what's up?"


"Still got to get use to that voice. Well got some good news. Congress wants you to address it." Dash had a shocked look on her face.


"Me, address Congress!?"


"Yeah, you have become the face of this issue and they want to hear from you."


"But, I'm in hiding and have nothing to wear to that!"


"No need to hide anymore buddy. And your gonna have to find something."


"Okay when does this need to be done?"


"A few days would be good, but they do have some flexibility." Dash looked at Jasmine with a look that clearly said 'help me.' The unicorn mare took the phone.


"Paul, it's Jasmine, give us a week and we will be ready."


"Alright I will let the details....." They worked out pick up details before Jasmine hanged up.


"Sunset can we borrow your car?" Jasmine asked


"Yeah, she's all gassed up. Just refill if it gets low." Sunset tossed her the keys. Jasmine nodded and started for the garage.


"Um Jaz, you may want to put some clothes on." Dash stated. Jasmine looked down to she she was naked she blushed and raced to get clothes on to the chuckles of everyone.


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A couple hours later Jasmine and Dash were on the road and heading into town. It was the town they had lived in. Wearing hoodies to hide their forms. Soon they were at their apartment and went to the manager's office. The manager looked at them.


"Can I help you?" He asked.


"Need to get replacement keys for apartment 33B." Jasmine replies. The manager grunted and turned away. And then faced them to place a clipboard and a pen to Jasmine.

"Sign here." She did so and he took it and compared it to another then grabbed a key and handed it over.



"Thank you." The two mares headed up to their apartment. Jasmine turned the key and the door opened it. The were silent as they looked into there home. It was surreal, just weeks ago they were just living a fairly normal life. Now they were a completely different species and one a different gender. They both looked over and touched items they haven't touched in weeks. "Come on, let's find you a dress." Dash sighed at that and followed into her room. The next couple hours Jasmine worked on Dash to see what would work. Once they did they ordered pizza and slept in their beds.


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Dash was looking at a mirror. She was in a red dress Jasmine magically altered to fit her body. It was slim and hugged her body and had a hole for her tail. Her hair and tail brushed into a nice and stylized. Jasmine came up behind her in a light blue dress and smiled at Dash's reflection. "You look hot Dash." She commented.


"Thanks, if I have to be a girl I better be a hot one." Dash replied and Jasmine kissed her cheek. A door opened and a suited man poked in.


"We're ready for you Miss Dash." Dash nodded and he left. Dash took a deep breath and let it out.


"Show time." Dash stated.


"You'll do fine. Speak from your heart and you won't go wrong." Jasmine replied. Dash nodded and headed for the door and opened it.
> Addresses and Parents (unedited)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

I entered the House of Representatives and looked around. Not only was both parts of Congress there, but the Supreme Court, likely several cabinet members, and of course the press and those invited. I gulped, who would think me a average guy would speak here. The fluttering on my back reminds me that I wasn't average anymore. I steeped myself and walked to the podium. Flashes from cameras assaulted me the whole way to it.  Silence fell over the room. I took a deep breath and began.




“Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Tom Davis though do to recent changes I have been using Dash as a name. I was born and raised in this great nation. Had a hot girlfriend and a good life. Then this happen and some in government thought my rights No longer mattered just what I could possibly do. While I can't speak for all of us changed many of us want to resume are lives the best we can since everything we learned this change is permanent. Despite everything we are still Americans and desire are change to life liberty and pursuit of happiness. Please stop imprisoning us. Thank you for your time.” I started to walk away to roaring applause. The door opened and I was nearly tackled by Jaz.




“You were wonderful love.”




“I feel like I am going to collapse.”




“Here have a seat Dash.” She offered a seat and I took it and the water bottle offered. And downed it.







After a few minutes we they were back in the hotel room the government have her and Jazmine. As soon as the door was closed the dresses came off and we both stretched living the feel of air on our fur. “You know, it’s kinda odd that we enjoy being nude Jaz?” I commented as I look over my shoulder at her. Jaz smiled at her and pressed her breasts together.




“Well Dash it is just so liberating. I feel like why should we hide these lovely forms. The feeling is very strong and I don't feel like fighting it.”




“Point.” I use my tail to seat her breasts causing a yip from Jaz. I chuckled and she had a look in her eyes. 




“Well for that no fun for you.”




“I'm fine with just looking for now.” She snorted and I knew I won that round.







After the gang call to give there congratulations on the speech I gave and we were watching the news on what they were saying about the speech. Went I got a call. “Hello?”




“Please stand by for the President of the United States.” My eyes bugged out at hearing that.




“Miss Dash.”




“Yes Mr. President?”




“I want you to know I never ordered your detainment and I am ashamed that it happened in my administration. I will do everything I can to bring those who did to justice and encourage Congress to do what you asked.”




“Thank you Mr. President.”




“Now is there anything you need Miss Dash?”




“None that you have already promised to do.”




“Well have a good day Miss Dash.” 




“You as well Mr. President.” He hung up and I passed out.




Days later we were back with the gang and watching the news on them. While some believe isolating them was a good idea many say they should be free. The president kept his word though in firing several personal in the Intel agencies. And wrote an executive order to dismantle the holding areas. And the changed released. We all said our goodbyes and promise to stay in touch. Me and Jaz headed to her parents place first since they were closer then her own parents. Though Sunset dropped them off at their place so they could take one of their cars. That done they Well headed out.




Soon they were at Jaz’s parents place I big house in the country. Both of us wore something that covered the private areas 3since it wouldn't be good to be nude in front of the parents.  Just some tight shorts and shirts. We walked up and Jaz pressed the doorbell. In minutes the door opened and a pair of blond middle age couple were in front of them.




“Um, hello?”




“Mom, it's me Jasmine.” Her mom gave her a 'really' look.




“Certainly don't look like her.” Her mom responded. Jaz sighed and tilted her head.




“Mom, you remember when I watched the My Little Pony show before this one and you got me an Applejack one?”




“Yes.”




“Remember my response? I told you I wanted Rainbow Dash not Applejack.” 




I lean over and whispered. “Then why did you take Rarity if you are a Dash fan?”




“I’m the last generation Rainbow Dash was the Rarity of the group.”




“Ooooooohhhh.”




“Well you are my daughter with that knowledge well come inside and explain what happened to you…and is that Tom?”




“Yeah it's me.” We walked in and explained what happened and the results. They sat there silent for a minute. 




“Well can't say it expected this.” Her mom said. Her dad looked at me with a serious expression.




“And you Tom, how do you feel about my daughter now?”




“I love her. She has been my rock through out this whole thing.”

“Normally I would consider that a weakness in a man but no man in the past woke up a different gender and species. You had my blessing before and you still have it.”




“Thanks Mr. Stone.”




“Tom has been strong in other areas dad. She organized the escape and stood before congress.” Her dad smiled at that.




“Though I was hoping for grandchildren but that's off the table.” Her mom commented.




“MOM!” Jaz yelled out blushing. I couldn't help but laugh.




After some small talk we said our goodbyes to them and headed for our next destination, my parent's place.







Unlike the large place Jaz parents have my had a nice cozy little house on the suburbs. We walked up and I ran the bell. A minute later my dad opened the door. 




“Can I help you?” He asked wearily.




“Dad, it's me Tom. I can prove it to. When we went fishing last year and nearly got that big fish if it wasn't for your poor footing leaning you to swim in the lake.” Dad looked at me..then scowled. 




“Get out.”




“What?” I asked confused.




“I said get out. I don't have a son.” No. This couldn't be.




“Dad!”




“I'm not your father.  I didn't sure a gay pride horse.” My mom appeared and I call to her.




“Mom please, tell dad he is wrong.”




“Why? He is right after all so please leave.” I slumped at those words nodded and walked away. Jaz raced after me. I let her direct me to the passenger side as she drove us home. I was just numb……my parents had rejected me. That hurt so much that the trip back home was a blur. We got in and stripped…..it felt good….natural….like noit should be this way….it helped clear my head a bit.




“Tom, please say something.” Had asked concerned.




“Tom's dead, I'm just Dash now.”




“Oh honey.” Jaz said as she came from behind and hugged me. I let her just hold me for a long time. I felt like I was ready. 




“Jaz, let me make love to you. Let feel loved.”




She gave me a small smile. “Of course darling.” She then kissed me which I accepted and I started playing with her breasts. She moaned into the kids and returned the favor and WOW did that feel good. I moaned as well and we broke of the kiss and she lead me to her bedroom. “I will make you feel like a jewel love.” She pulled I us to the bed and our breasts smushed on landing and we both moaned from it before we continued kissing and feeling each others bodies. Hers was so smooth and sleek. I loved it. After a few minutes I moved so her pussy was right below me. I began licking her lips. “Oh yes love.” I kept licking and soon felt a tongue on mine and oh my! I just licked more as I moaned. We kept that up for minutes till I saw her clit and moved to play with it. She moaned louder and then I felt such pleasure I came and soon felt wetness on my face.  After a few minutes of panting in afterglow we cleaned up and lay on her bed cuddled with each other. Jaz stroking my body. Tom Davis was dead. I was Dash now and forever.




End of act 1
> Life Resumed (unedited)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Act 2

I sat at the computer I shared with Dash. Its been three months since Camp Dependable and things were slowly adapting to a new norm. Us ponmans were no longer held in such places in the us and a few other countries. Cadence or at least a person now baring her form was working on the others. Her beloved Dash still had to make appearances and speeches, much to her annoyance. Like it or not she had become the face of us ponmans. Ponmans, it was the most suitable name for us now. Hybrids of human and pony thus someone thought it would be cute to merge human and pony and sadly it caught. My work on the computer was paused when I heard the door unlock and I smiled as Dash returned from her work. She had lost her original job but she and Spitfire formed the Wonderbolts team from the show to put on airshows for everybody. It has been very popular and they did an impromptu tour last month. Dash earned a lot of money from it. I heard her unzip her form fitting flight suit. The biggest issue in the new world was the fact us ponmans preferred being nude while there are laws against us doing so in public. Sassy Saddles was working on that but for now we could only be nude in private. I felt arms wrap around my neck and a kiss on my cheek as a blue muzzle appeared at the edge of my sight. “How was the show love?”

“Tiring. I'm glad we are taking a break for the next month. So what are you working on?”

“On a new place for us. Since we got some money from that lawsuit I like to have a place for us.”

“A place where we can be nude outside I bet. Still can't believe the court case went so quick.”

“Likely do to how much was recorded, all the witnesses, and public opinion. They violated a lot of laws darling. As you pointed out at that camp.”

“At least one thing that went right. So what have you found?”

“A nice house in the suburbs. Three bedrooms, a full kitchen, living room, dining room, a study, two car garage, two bathrooms,  and tall fences. Tall enough to be nude in the back yard.”

“Sounds awesome Jaz.” Dash then sighed. “Even with this break I will still likely be assaulted by people and ponmans wanting me for this and that. I don't want all this attention! I just want to live my life with you.” I looked at her sadly. Dash had changed a bit since her patents rejected her. If anything became a bit more like Dash in the show. She has accepted her fate of being a female ponman, but clearly not the fame outside of the airshow.

“That's why I scheduled this for you.” I clicked a tab and the image of an island resort. “The Emerald Resort. It's new and accepting of our kind and it has five star reviews. You get to spend a week relaxing.”

“Sounds like fun, especially with you.” She grabbed and squeezed my breasts causing me to moan in pleasure.

“Sadly darling I can't go. Work needs me during that week but you need this so you go, rest and relax. We can have fun when you get back.” Dash sighed and pouted. She was cute when she pouted. I gave her a peck on the cheek. She instantly smiled. “Now let me finalize the purchase of the house so we can move in before your resort trip.” Dash rolled her eyes and complained.

“Of course, you want me to do all the heavy lifting.”

“Well I do enjoy watching your muscles shift but I will be doing some lifting myself.” Dash smiled, took my head in her hands and passionately kissed me. I moaned into the kiss. It was wonderful but sadly brief as a growling was heard and Dash broke off and was blushing. “Go get something to eat Dash. I'll finish here and we can move this fun to a more appropriate place.”  Dash smiled and stood up and walked to the kitchen, hips swaying. A move she got from me. And man  she was good at it with her nice rear. In minutes the sounds and smells of meat cooking reached her ears and nose. I finalized the purchase and got up and stretched. She been on the computer for hours. I walked over to the small table and sat down as I watched my love cook. She cooked with skill and danced a little as she cooked. I loved the site. Her lean athletic body moving with grace she didn't have before. I wasn't a lesbian before the suits but my love for Tom surpassed his change to Dash and I became attracted to her body. Well maybe I was bisexual, I don't know. I just love her and that was all I needed. Soon Dash came over with a pair of plates. Mine had one burger with cheese and ketchup. Dash's had two burgers with just cheese. Her new body and profession allowed her to eat so much while maintaining her figure. Dash went back and brought out drinks. I bit in and savored the taste. I was so glad we could still eat meat. The thought of just veggies and stuff for the rest of my life caused me to shiver. With a last bite I finished my burger. Dash was finishing up hers. I got up and put my dishes in the sink then walked to her bedroom hips swaying. As soon as I entered her room I found her arms around me and she kissed the back of my neck. I turned around and with my hands around her shoulders I kissed her passionately. We both moan and our hands started to sweep over each other's bodies. Feeling every curve and muscles. Soon we broke off the kiss and I dragged her down to the bed. Making our breasts smoosh against each other. It felt nice. We smiled at each other and I felt her hands on my breasts, caressing and slightly squeezing them making me moan. I returned the gesture. Her moaning was music to my ears. After a few minutes of that with kisses in between I lit my horn and grabbed a toy. I levitated it in front of her eyes. A strap on dildo I got long after we returned home. Dash smiled at me and with blurring speed she put it on and she thrusted into my pussy. I moaned loudly as I felt it go in and fill me with pleasure. I squeezed her breasts hard and got a moan from her. Dash kept a slow pace making us both grunt. I repeatedly kissed her. This was heaven for me. Soon Dash picked up pace and oooooooohhhhh it was so good! “Oh! Dash, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!”

“Same here Jaz.” Soon we both shuddered and cried out as we orgasmed. Dash collapsed on me, feeling her lovely body on mine. We both panted in the afterglow pf our love making session. However soon I heard light snoring and found Dash asleep on top of me. Poor thing, I tuckered her out. I petted her mane lovingly. “I love you my precious rock.” I laid there enjoying her closeness till I fell asleep.

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I got out of my car as Dash pulled the moving truck behind it. I was were a halter top and short shorts so I was legally decent while still allowing a lot of my fur feeling the light breeze on this spring day. Dash got out of the truck in basically a bikini with a belt for her wallet. She whistled. “This is a nice area Jaz.”

“Indeed Dash,  I'll unlock the door you opened up the truck.” Dash saluted.

“Yes ma'am.” I rolled my eyes at her antics but they are part of the reason I love her. I opened the door and locked it open. I moved to the back the truck. Dash had lowered a ramp and had a wheelee ready with a piece of furniture. I used my magic to lift several pieces. Dash walked down the ramp and headed to the house.

“Now quip about me showing off?” She looked at me.

“I'm smarter then that. You are making the job easier.” She continued on.

“Clever girl.” I said and followed. In an hour we had everything in our new home. I looked around. 

We had a sizable living room with room for more then the couch, two chairs, and the tv we put there. It had patio doors leading to the back yard. To the left was the dining room, kitchen, and the study. To the right was a room with a washer and dryer, the smaller bathroom, and the garage. A stairway lead to a balcony and the second floor. There was the three bedrooms and the main bathroom. Though only one bedroom will be used. She and Dash have been sharing a bed since they were freed. Their new home was perfect. They drove back to the truck rental and I drove to our old apartment to pick up her car. Once back home we stripped and went to the backyard and laid on the grass. It was very enjoyable.

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I was relaxing on our couch after a. Dash should be returning in a couple days and I couldn't wait for her return and the welcome home fun. Soon my cellphone rang and I answered it. “Hello?”

(Hey Rares, calling to let ya know that I am staying here longer, it's very nice hear. Very relaxing.) I sat up.

“But I only paid for a week Dash?”

(Yeah, but they gave me more days when I won a contest. I will be back in a few days. Till then be at ease Rares. Catch ya later.) She hung up after that. I stared at my phone in confusion. I didn't expect her to be gone so long. Wait! She called me Rares. Cartoon Dash's nickname for Rarity. But I never took the name unlike many of us ponmans, even the ones that were women before. Dash always called her Jaz or love. Never Rares. Something was up. I dialed a fairly recent number. After a couple rings the other side answered.

(Hello?)

“Hey Sunset, I need your help.”
> Dash Rescue
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wind and sea sprayed against my face. If I was actually Rarity and not an anthro look a like I would be whining about my ruined mane. No, I had bigger concerns. My lover, Dash. Acting strange and calling me Rares not Jaz. To I contacted Sunset since she is ex CIA. And now I was on a fishing boat in the Caribbean with old sailor with a Russian accent. He was captain of the good boat Borodin. He was friendly enough and thankfully spoke English but did he learn it from a Scottish person?

“So, how do you know Sunset?”

“Ryan? Yes still getting used to that change. Since the late eighties. He helped me defect to the United States. I was in the Soviet navy.” He shook his head. “It’s sad where you Americans are going. Has history not taught you the follies of the Soviet Union and its failures.” I shrug and reply.

“Humanity has more then its share of idiots.” He nodded.

“To true Miss Stone. Well after I drop you off I will fish nearby by. Call me when you are ready to leave.” I nodded. Soon the boat got close to the beach of the island and I went into the water and swam to shore. In minutes I was at the beach. After a checking for anybody and the beach was empty for the night. Good, I get out and headed for the trees. My pure white coat covered by a black wetsuit Sunset gave me. Without it I might as well jump and scream ‘I am here!’  I saw a few ponies enjoying the night.

I found an employee’s only door. It was locked but I had the ultimate cheat ever. MAGIC. With some effort I heard the latch unlock. Perfect, I quickly hot in and silently closed. I was in a hallway. The first door was a supply closet. Everything looked standard. I left that room and the next was a restroom. Next was an office and I went to the computer  and the screen lit up as I moved the mouse.

And got the password screen.

Shit.

I tried typing password just incase someone was lazy. Sadly I wasn’t that lucky. I looked around for maybe even blueprints. Something to show what happened to my Dash. Found nothing that would help. I left the room and walked on.

After a few minutes of nothing I heard hoofsteps. I looked around and saw a door labeled food storage. I quickly went in and looked around and other then canned or preserved food and door saying long term storage. Perhaps there was a door on the other side. I went over and opened it to see an elevator. That was odd. She pressed the button and the doors opened and I stepped inside. It only had two floor buttons. Pressing the lower one and the door closes. I felt the jerk as the elevator descended . It took a few minutes. The door opens to a long hallway with doors labeled ‘Food Storage' with a number. I took door number 3 in front of me. It was dark with a slight green glow. I lit my horn and saw black organic looking stuff. There was something inside.

Gross. What is this, aliens? If I find a face hugger sac, I am out of here. I slowly closer and soon saw a large sac of glowing green with the black stuff connecting it to the floor and ceiling. There was something inside. I peered in and saw a ponman mare inside. I quickly used my magic to cut it open and the mare spilled out. I looked at her. She was a toned earth pony mare with orange fur and had the telltale three apples showing her to be an Applejack. Dash had told her of seeing technical clones of various ponies, mainly the mane 6 course but seems every fan or alternate version of the girls had a suit so I am not the only Rarity out there. This one seemed to be the standard version. She hacked as she moaned and got up. I went in front of her. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just groggy..damn changelings.”

“I feared as much. They have my lover. So you came here to relax?”

“No, I ship supplies here. An accident reveal what they were. Before I can do anything I saw green and was living a dream.”

“Well names Jasmine.” I offered my hand. She shook it.

“Call me Jackie, close to my old name.”

“So you pick Applejack.”

“She matched me perfectly. So we ate going to free the others?”

“No, I don't have the room. The boat I came in is not that big. I will find my Dash leave and call in someone to rescue the rest.”

“Dash huh, not a common ship.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Well I like different. So ready to go?”

“Hold on.” Jackie bent down and looked around.

“What are you looking for?” I ask. Jackie stood up and faced me. 

“My trucker hat.” She put on a baseball style cap with the dragon ball Red Ribbon Army logo on it. I had to stifle a laugh.

“Please, don’t make me laugh.” I said covering my mouth. Jackie just shrugged. Once again in control of myself I continued. “Now let’s go find my Dash.” They spent quite amount of time looking for Dash and while they found all sorts of ponies, including a Shining Armor and a Celestia, no Dash. I frowned at that she had to be somewhere. I called the captain and informed him of what they found. 

“I will let Ryan know. You heading back?”

“Not until I have Dash. But I am sending Jackie to you.”

“The hell you are.” Jackie stated with force. “I'm helping you get your marefriend and that’s that.” I wanted to argue more but I be wasting precious time. I sighed and replied. 

“Alright, follow me.” We began looking at the other rooms and still no sign of Dash. I frowned on frustration. She had to be somewhere. Before I could make my next move I felt weight on me and heard Jackie yelp. I tried to lift it off but what ever it was it was being stubborn. I tried to like my horn but felt a impact on my horn and DAMN did that hurt! Then she felt herself lifted up and saw a changeling drone in front of her. Smirking, it eyed her lustfully. I eyed back. It was nude with decent breasts and..was that a cock sheath?

“Our Queen will see you.” The drone grabbed me and forcibly escorted me out of the cocoon rooms. We took another elevator down. Ignoring the drone’s caressing of my butt cheek. 

The elevator stopped and opened to a throne room colored black and green. With most of the walls in shadow. It was mainly dark with the center of the room and the throne. There sat a well endowed Chrysalis. “So, I guess something gave my ruse away. Well we were not ready to deploy my drone.”

“Where is Dash!?” I demanded. Her reply was I silent smirk. She gestured with her hand. And from the shadow Dash emerged. She seemed fine till I saw her face. It was emotionless and her eyes green. She stood there in the light nude. She stood before the throne facing them and not reacting to my presence. Chrysalis walked down to stand right behind Dash and lowered her head to nearly rest on Dash’s shoulder.  

“May have loved Chrysalis, but Rainbow Dash was my favorite out of the mane 6. So when she showed up I just had to take her.” She groped Dash's breasts, causing a moan and the changeling licked her cheek. Dash moaned despite her expressionless face. “And she has been such a lovely toy. My constant bed warmer.” I didn’t hear more. Just ringing in my ears and red in my eyes. ( I felt, POWER. I no longer felt the wet suit. I just saw that bitch using my Dash. I couldn’t let that continue. I saw her step back and push my love away. More drones appeared and charged at me. The first were simply vaporized by my aura which had a dragon ball z like affect. With barely a glance I raise a hand and my magic formed there and a beam emerge from my hand everything between the head and hooves of the drone vaporized. I didn't even bat an eye and aimed at the next drone. That one met a similar fate. I saw blast headed toward me. I did even raised a shield. My aura blocked them. I walked towards Chrysalis. She back off pushing Dash to the side. I continued my approach with my intent clear in my eyes. More drones got in my way. I dashed forward and beat the crap  out of them. Sunset had made get in contact with a friend that knew hand to hand fighting and trained them all.

I was putting it to use now. Hitting heads, torsos, and lower with my hands and hooves. They were soon moaning at my hooves but they were a distraction. Chrysalis was charging her horn for an attack. I took a kamehameha pose as my cemetery focused on my hands. When she fired do did I a d the beams hit and the beam battle began. Wind whipping a d the ground shaking as I braced myself. I poured more of my magic into attack. My beam started pushing hers back. And back. Chrysalis face now had fear on it. She tried to pour more magic in to her beam slowed but did not stop. It inched closer and closer. Chrysalis screamed as her beam was overwhelmed and she was vaporized. I looked at the hole in the building and the night sky. I was panting and felt the aura fade away.

“Jaz?” I look over and saw Dash and gave a small smile.

“Looks like I am the knight in shining armor this time.” Then things started going dim and saw a blue blur.  Then darkness.
> Aftermath
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I woke with a moan. God I was tired. “Jaz?” That was Dash. My eyes went wide and looked to see my lover looking over me with concern.

“Dash.” I tried to raise my arm.

“Take it easy Jaz. The doc said you are magically exhausted and need to rest.”

“You okay?” I ask weakly.

“I’m better now that  you are awake.”

“Good. Better get a nurse since I am awake.” Dash nodded.

“Got it.” And raced out. And I saw Applejack sitting in a chair in the  corner.

“How is she doing?”

“She was raped. Not just physically but mentally as well. She has had the look I have seen on veterans. They have experience shit.” I sighed and lean back to the bed. Like Dash didn’t have enough to deal with. I was planning on how to deal with this when the door and Dash and a unicorn doctor came in. The doctor began inspecting me. I let him do what we needed to do. After a few minutes.

“Well besides from magic exhaustion you seem fine. Eat a lot. That seems to help with magic recovery.”

“Very well doctor.” Shouldn’t effect my figure. The doctor then left. I looked at Applejack. “So what exactly happen? I felt a lot of  anger and power but everything is such a blur.”

“Well you went all Dragon Ball Z on her ass. Power aura thing and I think I heard Bruce Falconer style music.” I blinked at that. Then blinked again.  

“Oh.”

“Yeah, you looked awesome.” Applejack admitted.  

“Something to look into later.” I look at Dash. “I am just glad you are you again.” Dash just gave me a light smile.



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A few days later Jaz was up and about. And we were having a meal in one of the restaurants in the resort. Sone of the captives were professional cooks and took over as the changelings that hadn’t fled were arrested. The police were keeping us here for questioning. I so wanted to leave this place, I felt so violated here. But till the police were done we were stuck here. But I had Jaz and was liking AJ. We talked Dragon Ball Z while Jaz was out. Jaz was going to town on her food while I picked at mine.  “So, you think we can all to what Jaz did?”

“We were transformed into anthro version of cartoon characters by simply putting on a suit. I think that puts anything on the table.”

“Something to work on.” I took a bite of my meal and I thought on it. Yeah something to strive to and be safe again. No one to ever touch me like that again. I felt my anger grow reliving it. Thinking what SHE did was a okay. That I was HONORED to have her attention. I shuttered at that thought. I felt a hand on mine arm. I jerked up and saw Jaz with a concern look. I gave her a slight smile. “Just bad thoughts.” She rubbed my arm in reply. “I an just ready to go home.”

“I might have an option Dash.” Jaz said. Both me and AJ perked our ears.

“Well spill it out.”

“The captain that brought me here is still around. I can contact him and we can head home.”

“Please do.” I replied.

“Mind if I tag along?” AJ asked. We both nodded that she could.

“I’ll just let the detectives know we are leaving.” She got up to find the head detective and I eyed her butt. It had a slight jiggle to it.

“You are one lucky mare.”  AJ commented. I nodded and replied.

“That I am. I know it all to well.” We ate in silence till Jaz returned.

“They aren’t completely thrilled but they have already questioned us and since we have a independent mode of travel we can go.”

“Well lets finish our lunch first.” That got full approval from everyone.



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After lunch Jaz made the call and we were at the docks as a fishing boat came up.  When it stopped an old man stepped out of the bridge. “Well I have a trio of lovely ladies ready to board my humble vessel the Borodin.” I think I blushed from that. “Well ladies you are eager to get out of here and I know that feeling well so come aboard.” We soon did and he showed us to some bunks we would stay in on the boat. It was simple yet cozy from the looks of it. Then he showed us the kitchen area with a microwave and hot plate with a small fridge. Table enough for the four of us. After that he headed for the bridge and we headed outside and headed to the rear as the boat left the island. It looks like a nice peaceful place. An island paradise some would say. Even me at one point. However I don’t anymore. To me the place was now a place of violation and I never want to see it again. So I watched it fade in the distance. After that we checked out the sea it was a nice calm day and I felt relieved. That nightmare was going to be behind me and I had a future to look forward to with Jaz, my lover. Heck maybe mate. We ponmans were still trying to figure things out. What to keep from our human lives and what to make our own. But no matter what Jaz is the most important being in my life. And I think I am for her thanks to what AJ witnessed. Jaz going super sayian. Just what was done to us? Will we ever know?  




Days later we opened the door to our home and I felt so relieved to be back. But then in the living room Was her fellow bolts and close friends from the camp. They all yelled out welcome home and a party got started. I got tons of hugs from everyone present. And for an afternoon I could forget what had happened to me.