Hello there dearie, I guess that want to hear how I went from being a normal girl, to a six armed terror. Take a seat. Even though my story may not take long, it is surprising enough to knock you off of your feet.
It all started a week before my transformation. I was known in my school as an amazing makeup artist. Unfortunately I lost a bet, and as a result I had to go to comic con when it started up the next week. The catch was that I had to cosplay as a character of someone else’s choice for the convention. In the end, I was forced to dress as the character Muffet from Undertale who, unfortunately for me, is a spider. Before I transformed I was deathly afraid of spiders, and would squash them on sight, but now I’ve learned to enjoy their company.
Anyway, at the convention I was having a marvelous time. I received many compliments on my costume, and especially my makeup. Some people even offered to pay me to help them with their makeup the next time they cosplayed! The punishment quickly became enjoyable, and I found many fun accessories that I didn’t have for my costume, like a nice little teapot and teacup. However the convention went by too quickly for my liking, and my wallet became lighter every hour I was there. Before I knew it, the last day of the convention had come, and was drawing to a close. I had decided to browse the stalls other people had set up, but I couldn’t find anything of interest. However, just as I was about to leave, something caught my eye.
There was one stall that I had almost missed I had spotted on my way towards the exit. Standing in the booth was a man dressed like the merchant or Xur, or whatever his name was, and there was a person who looked like a cross between a terminator, and a Pokemon. What caught my eye though, was a beautiful pink ribbon sitting next to a green stone, cut in the shape of a triangle, and two nice looking shells. I walked up to the booth and picked up the ribbon, examining it carefully. It was soft, and felt like it was made of silk. The shade of pink was bright enough to be easily noticed, but not too bright to be distracting. I looked at the ribbon in a trance like state, until the booth owner spoke up
“I notice that you three have taking a likening to my wares.”
I looked to my left to see someone wearing clothing that was nothing short of green. If you looked up the work green in the dictionary, you would find a picture of that girl wearing that costume. The merchant spoke up again
“The each item is twenty dollars, if you wish to purchase them.”
My face fell immediately, when I realized that I only had five left in my wallet, which I would need to be able to get a ticket home. I looked around, and saw the same sad look on the faces of the other two people who are standing around me. The merchant notices this, and says
“I understand if you cannot afford these items, but would you please take a pose, it would warm my heart to see someone using my items.”
I smile happily at the chance to try the ribbon on, and tie it around my neck, just like it’s worn in the game, while the Pokemon picks up the two shells, and holds them like their weapons, and the other person places the gem on her forehead. The man lets out a happy sigh. Suddenly, i feel movement in my arms, the fake ones that I had attached to me at the waist and hip. Then I noticed, that all five of my eyes were blinking as well. What did I do when I noticed this? I did what any sane person would do in this situation, I started to freak out, causing the other two people I am with to look at me, as the world slowly faded into darkness
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That is everything that leads up to this point. Now I am stuck in a rather unusual predicament, I am trapped in a dark forest, in a body that is not my own, in the middle of the night.
“Where am I, and how did I get here?” I say to myself as I push myself up with two of my arms, grab onto the branch of a nearby tree with two others, and rub my head with the last two. When I realize, yet again, that I have more than two working arms, I let out a shriek loud enough to be heard throughout most of the forest.
“I’m a spider, I’m a spider, I’m a spider.” I mutter to myself hysterically. Before I am startled by a sound coming from the forest around me.
“Okay, I’ll get out of the forest first, then I’ll worry about being a spider. That sounds like a much better plan.” I continue to mutter to myself, before a scream, louder than my own can be heard, coming from the direction of the sound that had startled me before. I look around at the foliage, noticing it seems to be more dense in the direction that the scream had come from, and started to lessen in the opposite direction. I stood there and thought for a second, before saying
“Screw it.” And ran in the direction of the scream. I could tell I was on the right path, due to shouts of “Help!”, and “Save me!” and “I’m too young to die!” I picked up the pace, as I heard the sounds of a scuffle, as well as barking. After a few minutes, I could tell I had found the spot where the pleas of help had been coming from, and poked my head out from behind a bush. What I saw was so weird, I though I had gone insane. There was, and I kid you not, what looked like a humanoid pony, with orange fur and wings, and a fuschia tail, and hair, wearing a cyan tank top, with brown cargo pants and a pair of sneakers that were orange and fuchsia, standing on top of a large rock. Around the rock was a group of wolves that had glowing green eyes, and looked like they were made out of wood.
Once my brain recovered from the weirdness overload, I started to figure out a plan as to how I could get the anthropomorphic pony off of the rock, and out of the forest with as little trouble possible. Then I remembered something important. I’m a spider