Made In Equestria

by Damaged


Buzz Thump

The young man slipped through the open door, taking note that whatever had locked it was gone—a sure sign to him that his girlfriend had been by. "So help me, Debs, if you're in here swimming in a pool full of padlocks, I'll fuckin' scream."

His Find my Phone app, paired to his girlfriend's device, had located the last place her phone had been before it stopped responding. This address. Looking about inside the factory, the whole place was dark and unlit.

"Debbie, I swear to hell and back that if you're not injured or in trouble, you'll—" He cut himself short and bit his tongue to forestall the uttering of bad luck. His girlfriend had often shared her experiences with him, not that it was his thing, which is how he knew to look for the light switches.

Locating light switches in the dark was hard enough in a house, but in the factory it was almost impossible. In the end he stumbled on the fusebox before reaching the lights. "Oh, duh, she always says they pull the fuses on these places before locking them up. I guess she didn't get this far."

"Now, how's this go. Switches are off on both sides. Open fuse casing and shove these monsters in. Close the casing. Switch on and switch on—Fuck!" Startled as some lights came on, the young man looked around him as the silence was torn to shreds by the industrial noises of machinery starting up. Big electric motors whined, chain-drives clacked, and the soft thrum of a lot of electricity doing what it did best assaulted his ears.

"Now I know why Debs was here. This place is full of working stuff. Kinda freaky, though." Walking around, he noticed a sign stuck on a door at the back of the factory and walked around the machinery to reach it.

Turn off all the machinery before you leave. Take this door to get home.

He shrugged his shoulders and turned away from the door. "What the heck is this place? I've never seen machinery like this before." His mind distracted briefly from finding his girlfriend, the young man walked around, tracing the production line. "Three different products at the end?" He reached out to the scoops that would shunt things along from the belt in one of three directions.

One machine he reached had a constant spray of what seemed to be water within it. Reaching a hand toward it, he jerked back when some of the stuff landed on his palm. "Wonder what that stuff was? My fingers are tingling…"

At last he reached the start of the line and noticed the pen, the lamp above it, and the chain that carried cuffs at regular intervals that led toward the machinery. "Must be some kind of animal processing. Or maybe mannequins." His feet were well behind the safety line. "Is that some kind of heat-lamp? Man, this place is freaky."

*flash*

Reeling a little at the flash of the mind-number lamp, the man shook his head as his thoughts were scattered under the strobe of the carefully calibrated magic light.

*flash*

*flash*

A need to be nearer, to bask in the light of the mind-number grew as his conscious thoughts were suppressed. The effect was temporary, of course, lasting almost a full second—which was the exact timing of the lamp.

*flash*

*flash*

*flash*

Bracing his arms on the railing, the man leaned forward and swung first one leg, then the other over. Under the lamp now, he turned his gaze upward and smiled with a slack-jawed grin as the mind-number flashed away.

A new flash caught his attention—or rather the lack thereof. It was a faster flash, timed to come just after the mind-number. The attractor did its work perfectly, turning the man around and guiding him closer to the chains and the cuffs. He lifted his hands up toward the little flashing light of the attractor, and when he did the cuffs clamped around his wrists with a pair clacking sounds.

The auditory input jolted him from the stupor the lamps had imposed, and as he blinked away the effects of both the mind-number and the attractor, he realized the chain was pulling him forward and up. "Hey! What the hell?! Let go of me you stupid machine!"

Of course, when one of his arms slipped free, he wasn't going to complain—until he saw that it was because he lacked a hand for the cuff to clamp behind. As he neared the first machine, he stared as what used to be his hand finished forming into a rounded off stump that ended with a little hard almost-loop of nail that was identifiable as a hoof.

Just staring at the limb in shock, the man didn't even notice he was entering the first machine until the jets sprayed him with the fabric-eating acid. It wasted no time eating through the fabric of his cotton shirt and began attacking the thread seams of his jeans.

His shirt and hair began to turn to mush and flow off his body, which went mostly unnoticed as he wrestled with the fact that more of his arm was changing. His wrist and elbow seemed to become more rigid in what ways they would twist and lost any resemblance to a human limb apart from the skin tone.

When the seams of his jeans let go—starting at his waist—they fell into strips of cloth that were themselves slowly getting eaten. Only his belt kept a few in place, and even that started to lose its strength as the stitching holding it together began to melt.

One more spray and his belt let go and the acid made quick work of his boxer shorts. With a startled gasp as that last vestige of modesty melted away. He watched the remains of his socks and shoes fall from his feet into a hopper below him, and then he saw them. "Debs' stuff!"

Her phone and breaker-bar were too big to fit down the grate into whatever was meant to catch the gunk that remained of clothing and hair. His boots and belt, too, were slowly melting away. The chain above jerked, and he felt himself being pulled—naked and hairless—from the first machine to the second.

Looking forward, he saw there were two waiting tentacle-things with what he thought looked like needles on their tips. More alarmed, he started shouting for help. "Please! If anyone can hear me?! Please help!"

Magically propelled and guided, the two injectors delivered the first magic-imbued serum directly into the man's thighs. Almost immediately it went to work finding and inflicting his destiny upon him. Flaring heat radiated from the tissue the injectors had delivered their loads into as a pair of patterns started to form an hourglass on each hip.

He didn't notice the patterns until he reached down with his free hoof and rubbed at one. The tingle of magic that his body interpreted as heat made him jerk his hoof back in surprise. "What the hell is this place?!"

At the end of the first row of machinery, the chain jerked him along at a hard right turn toward the next—the programmer. Like his girlfriend before him, the next machine grabbed his head between two arms and locked it in place to prevent movement.

Magic-focusing prisms embedded in a pair of arms swung out and lined up with the optic nerve at the back of his eyeballs. Focusing a twin pair of magic beams, they fired the changes directly through his nerves and into his brain.

Staring in bliss, the man went slack as his thoughts were completely scattered. All the terror and panic drained out of him, there was no room for that and the developing pony-part of his mind. New connections weren't just made, they were forced into being by the power of magic. Slowly, a smile spread across his lips and a little giggle left his throat before the magic was shut off.

The magical infection in his arm—now a foreleg—spread into his shoulder and out. Slowed by the sheer extent of the work ahead of it, it began to weaken his bones and prepare them to be reknit into their new shape.

He barely even noticed the new machine as he reached it. Looking around, he was caught by surprise when the cuffs snapped open and he fell through the magic-enhanced fluid that would stain his skin a perfect cornflower blue as he landed on the conveyor belt under it.

Looking over his arm and foreleg, the young man felt confusion and mirth in equal measure. His mind had been fertile ground for the magic to work in, and it still unrolled new connections and careful programming that would leave his free will intact, but leave him with a decidedly pony outlook.

His body now started to change in earnest. Bones shifting and adjusting, muscles twisting and reshaping while he giggled and poked at himself with his changed foreleg—the only part of him that didn't seem to be changing.

His arm became a second foreleg, his legs became pony back legs, and a little dock of a tail extended from his spine. With the main structural changes completing with his whole body adjusted for quadrupedal motion, the magic delved into softer tissue and began changing more of him.

Into her.

The loss of his penis caused some consternation in the former human. When she landed in the fur-generation machine, she rubbed down her belly and gasped when her hoof met her teats. "What the buck?!" Searching around for a penis that wasn't there, she reached further and further back until she found herself. "That's—that's not possible. I'm a girl?!"

As the rain fell on her, the growing mare felt prickling sensations all over her body, and watched a coat of fur that matched her skin grow. The patterns on her thighs translated into her fur and a blue rush of hair poured from her head and dock in a pair of waterfalls that had a lighter blue highlight.

Moving again, the belt shunted her onward while she struggled to find her bearings. As she reached the three-way split, the paddles moved and jerked, shoving her to the right belt.

"Hey, what's this? What are those arms do—Oh!" Like with the third machine, this one grabbed and held her head steady while two wide-focused prisms lined up with her eyes, and a third extended to aim just above the center of her forehead.

This magic wasn't a focused and precise beam like with the third machine, however. Instead of a careful tight line of magic, she got a torrent of power pouring into her head and making it feel ten sizes too small.

The magic served several purposes: it fueled the last of the body changes (her face and snout), it saturated her mind with raw potential, and it carried the knowledge she'd need to carry out her destiny.

As the third crystal started, it bored a hole through her forehead with magic and began building her horn. Layer upon layer of pure magic calcified and grew into a spire that linked directly with her brain underneath it.

New ideas and thoughts buzzed through her head. Magic theory and practice, years of lessons compacted into a tight brick of information. Her head still felt sloshing-full of magic—which it was—and when the machine released her she was mostly complete. "Okay, this is the weirdest stuff ever."

A flash appeared in her vision as she recovered from having her horn grow, and when she turned toward the final programming light, the magic of destiny resounded in her ears.

"Minuette"

Shaking her head, but never losing eye-contact with the light, Minuette tried to work out what had been happening before all this craziness.

"Clever. Smart. Unicorn."

A knowing smile creased her lips, and Minuette had to agree with the summation of herself.

"Caring. Loving. Powerful."

The voice Minuette heard knew her better than she knew her. She tried to nod now. She recognized the machine she was in, knew what its purpose was, but was struggling to sort out why she was in it. Of course, this was because her formerly human mind was still struggling to adapt to twenty years of unicorn schooling that had been shoved into her head.

"Friend. Trustworthy. Loyal."

"Well, duh." Minuette shook her head as the strobe turned off. "Well that was weird. Why was I looking at a class six data-programmer? Oh!" She turned and looked at the factory as a whole. "I get it! Making creatures into ponies!" She trotted around the factory, her magic reaching out to the machines and adjusting them, repairing the little damage a few pieces had taken, and bringing them all back into tolerances.

"This place is so awesome…" She was back at the rear of the factory and spotted the note. "Oh, right. Turn the power back off and head home. Seems like a good idea."

Removing the fuses was trivial for a smart unicorn. Minuette turned the switches off and teleported the fuses out. Trotting back through the dark factory, she let out a sigh and ran a hoof along the machinery. "Hopefully somepony else will stumble in soon. Be patient."


Stumbling a few steps as she appeared out a doorway that sealed behind her, Minuette let out a happy sigh as she opened her eyes. Ponyville! She went to take a step when she heard a pony clear their throat.

"Hey, babe, want me to show you around? It's kinda how things are meant to roll once you arrive." Thunderlane looked the mare up and down and liked what he saw.

When Minuette's eyes fell upon the pegasus stallion, her heart wavered and she was seeing him through love-struck goggles. "Well, I'm kinda new, yeah. How about you show me everything."

Thunderlane stuck out his chest and reached a wing over the mare's back. "Exactly what I was thinking. I'm Thunderlane."

"Minuette."