Pack walked into her goddess’ throne room wide eyed.
“I guess somepony, or in this case somewolf, likes this place,” Discord teased.
”For a spirit of disharmony, you can say the most obvious things,” Huntress said as she started to pet her new slave. Making her bark with delight.
“Ya know, I think this is enough,” Discord said as he petted Predator with 50 different hands and once.
”What do you mean, enough?” Huntress asked as she continued to skrote Pack’s fur.
“Enough kinds of animals, at least for ponyville,” Discord responded.
”Yea, I guess it makes sense to keep these things region locked,” Huntress agreed.
“Kay then, now that that’s settled, can we turn Pinkie into another cat, please?” Discord asked in a child’s voice.
”Sure, why not give you what you want? I least a little,” Huntress said as she casted the conversion spell.
Pinkie Pie woke up to a soft rumbling in her stomach. In what seemed to be an impossible amount of time She was already down stairs looking in the patrie. She grabbed some cookies and began to eat them. Until she went to go barf in the toilet. Pinkie, realizing that she didn’t feel well enough to work, left a note for Mr. and Mrs. Cake in the mail. She made sure to include a couple more days, just in case.
As Pinkie laid in her bed. She felt a sharp pain on right under her fur. It grew in intensity until she could barely hold in her tears from the intense pain. Her mane slowly moved down her back. The lower her mane, the less pain she was in. Where ever her mane touched black spots appeared periodically. Pinkie unleashed a satisfied sigh with each one until her mane finally fell off.
Pinkie felt the lack of a mane and said aloud, “Hehe, it’s like am a cat or something!” She said after she got up to check out her new mane in the mirror. As she looked at her self. Another bolt of pain shot through her tail. She looked at it with fascination as bit by bit. Her poofy tail was shredded away along with the pain. A slender tail with a dotted design emerged from the mess of hair with a pleasurable enough experience to make her drowsy enough to make her fall asleep when she got back into bed.
Pinkie got out of bed with a yawn. She double checked to make sure her new mane and tail were still there before she got out of bed. As her hoof touched the wood floor a mixture of pain and pleasure shot through the mare. Her hoof slowly morphed into a paw. As her hoof changed, so did the ratio of pain to pleasure. The pain slowly disappeared as the amazing feeling grew. When the pads of the bottom finished forming she got up once more to examine them her new beautiful paws. She walked in front of the mirror, trying to get a feel for her new paws. A small bit of pain hit her paws as she saw claws slowly make their way out of her pawn. She smiled as that feeling returned ten fold. She let out a deep growl in approval. Huh, I never made that noise before, she thought as she once again drifted off to sleep.
Pinkie Pie once again got out of bed. Except this time with claw marks all over her sheets Oops. She thought as she climbed out of bed, scratching the floor. I can’t stay here, she thought, leaping out of her window. her legs buckled as they changed shape. Pinkie rolled on to her back and began to purr loudly as she watched with excitement as her legs became packed with muscle. The same dots that peppered the rest of her body reached the remainder of her fur.
As she got back up from the dirt she felt her fur change to a deep yellow as she moved around stealthily. Hm, well I can’t call myself Pinkie Pie if I’m not pink. So, what should my name be? Her thoughts were interrupted by a amazing smell to her left. She slowly moved towards it. After seeing the deer. She sprinted up to it with blinding speed and took a bite right though. A growl escaped her as her teeth became sharper as whiskers grew on the sides of her face. Her ears locked in place as she picked a name.
”Growl” The leopard said as she finished her meal.