1 - The problem with belly rubs
"Paula, you know I can't!" Stephanie sat on the couch, crossing her arms and tucking her hands in at her sides and under her armpits. "For the last time no."
"Aww, but it itches so much! Please…" The little pegasus beside her was on her back, one hoof rubbing her own belly distractedly. "It won't be so bad as a pony, besides, Mike can rub both our bellies then!"
"You are impossible Paula, you know Mike is immune and I am not, he can rub your damn belly all through the full moon and not get changed but," one hand pulled free and she poked the aqua mare on the nose, "I am not!"
The mare looked cross-eyed at the finger poking her nose and she giggled, kicking her back legs and almost, almost getting that finger to make contact with her belly.
"Hey!" Steph pulled her hand back and tucked it back under her arms. "No fair, all it takes is one rub and then… I don't even know if I would end up female." She shivered. "I mean, come on, you used to be 'Paul'."
"It's not fair!" Paula flopped on her belly, rubbing it against the couch and squirming more. "You could just let me out, I promise I won't bug you anymore." She looked up at the human woman, her eyes huge and puppy-like.
"And risk you getting rounded up as a stray? Come on Paula, he is only a little late, you know he is the main income now." Stephanie reached over and rubbed the pony's neck, getting an excited little sound of delight from her. "You roll over and the petting stops." The sound changed to a whine but Paula stayed on her belly.
The front door opened and closed and a male voice called out. "Darlings, I am h-" Mike didn't get any further, there was a little aqua blur that flew at him and landed in his arms. "Aww, you missed me Paula?" One arm cradled the little pony while the other reached down for the offered belly. A pony tongue started to loll from one side of Paula's mouth and she closed her eyes in bliss.
"Oh thank all that's holy. She was getting so whiny." Steph finally let her arms free of their special prison. Her boyfriend landed on the couch beside her, smelling of not just the mare in his arms but other ponies. The effect was strangely comforting and the woman leaned over and against his side. "I know it's good money, but can't you be home a little more?"
"You know how it is, not many of us immune. All those poor ponies at the shelters, someone needs to take care of them and you should see the poor things." Mike changed his spot, his carefully manicured fingernails finding the soft flesh of Paula's belly and all the good places.
"They don't even pay that well for that…" Stephanie reached up carefully, setting her hand under the mare's back, rubbing the bases of her wings. It was almost as good for a pegasus as their belly, but one hundred percent less contagious.
"Right, but it is the right thing to do. Besides, the pay for the rest of the month, from the spa, more than makes up for it." Mike changed hands, putting the arm he had been using around his girlfriend and using the other to work the little mare's neck. "Rich people become rich ponies. Who am I to tell them that getting their bellies rubbed when it isn't strictly needed isn't worth a hundred an hour?"
Stephanie was in bed with her boyfriend, things were all nicely relaxed. Even Paula was coming down from her full-moon neediness. She reached over and cuddled in tighter against her lover. Her hand felt a soft patch of fur. "Paula, that better not be your belly…"
"Hrmm? Oh, no, that is my tush." The pegasus squirmed and Steph was about to pull her hand back but stopped. With an evil grin, she drew it back slowly, then brought it down with a hard smack.
Mike jumped a mile when four pony hooves connected with him, two found a place no pony hooves should ever be shoved and particularly not at the speed these had been. Paula was bolting out from under the covers, out the door and back to her own room.
Steph pulled all the covers of the big queen-size bed over and around herself, snuggling in them and even relaxing despite the scent of pony that seemed to pervade everything in the house. "Mmm, sleep in!"
"So why do I have to wear the collar and leash?" Paula was jerking at the restraint, tugging and even trying to fly away from Stephanie at one point.
"Because it is the full moon tonight and if you get free you will be in trouble. Twice as bad if you infect someone." Steph grinned and tugged on the leash.
"Hey! No need to be rough!" Paula, however, had been trying to tug the thing from the woman's hand. She flicked her lilac mane and changed direction suddenly, managing to get the leather strap from around Steph's wrist. "FREEDOM!"
Stephanie took a moment to take a deep breath. At least her friend couldn't fly that well, except when she wanted a belly-rub. "Paula get back here…" All she could see was the lilac tail flailing as the mare was galloping off into the park.
Stomping off, her eyes narrow, Steph felt eyes of people around her focusing on her irresponsible act. "Paula! Get back here!"
"Nooooo I am free!" The sound came from one side, near the deeper part of the park where the old trees were.
Finally, coming to the old-growth trees, Steph looked around. "Where are you, dammit, it's going to get dark soon!" There was soft sounds all around her, the woman really hoping they were just regular animals.
"Attack snuggle!" An aqua-colored blur pounced out of the low branches of a nearby tree and landed in the middle of Stephanie's face. She pinwheeled her arms a few times but the weight of Paula on her upper body had her falling backwards and landing on her back in the soft leaf-litter. "Just rub it, just rub it!"
"Paula!" Steph had the mare rubbing her belly all over her face and she coughed and spluttered trying to get her off. In the end, she grabbed her up and held her away from her. "Ugh, why did you do that?"
"It was fun! Oh, you have a cute face!" Paula was beaming at Steph, giggling. It was then, in the darkening light, that Stephanie noticed that something chocolate brown had pushed out from between her eyes. A pony snout had grown in. She looked up, seeing only the slightest red on the horizon. "Paula!" She ran, ran hard. Home was only two blocks away but she got there as quick as if it were only half of one. Banging on the front door, she could feel her ears trailing up the sides of her head, forming into cute pony ones atop her likely now furred head.
"What's… oh shit Steph!" Mike had opened the door at her pounding and took Paula from her arms. "What happened?"
"Her fault!" Steph and Paula both said at once, one pointing a finger, the other a hoof.
"No, it was hers." Stephanie glared at the pony. "She pounced on my head and rubbed herself all over me, I didn't even notice the sun had gone down!"
"Aww, but you look cute and, besides, it isn't spreading!" Paula pointed more and was set down by Mike.
"Shirt off, now." His words had his girlfriend blushing but complying. "Ah, we have heard of a few cases of this. Partial immunity. Basically, the curse only travels small distances in you. So she rubbed on your face, so your head changed. If she got your hand, your whole arm might be next. How do you feel?"
Standing there in her jeans and bra, the girl grumped a bit. "My belly itches." Her hand lifted and began to rub her belly, then harder.
"Stop that, you know what it does to a pony when they do that." Mike's hand found her bare belly and as he started to rub and work at her, Steph practically melted against him. "There, see?"
"We can be rubbing buddies!" Paula was bouncing up and down on the couch, looking at the two.
"If this didn't feel so damn good you would be getting a kick out the door." Stephanie tried to rouse more anger but it was rubbed away by Mike's touch. "Mmm, no rubs for her tonight, she was bad."
"Aww, but I need belly rubs! Your face was terrible at it!" Paula was on her back, squirming around. Mike guided Steph over to the couch and, with one hand working the little pony's belly, he continued to rub his girlfriend's.
"Am I hideous?" Stephanie looked up, seeing a shadow cast by what she knew was a horn in the middle of her forehead. "A unicorn? Huh, not all bad then."
"Hideous? No way, you are still sexy as all get out and, those ears are adorable." Mike leaned down and kissed her on the lips, without hesitation. Steph smiled a little, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
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You get to be a pony and belly rubs!? Where do I sign up?
Also you might want to fi-fix the re-repetition.
I'll definitely be watching for more updates to this.
7139824 Gah, thanks for the save. Wrote this one up after my second double black russian, so it was likely there was to be a few mistakes. Thanks to awesome readers, however, even my terrible writing shines up great.
EDIT: And just installed a souped-up grammar checker that should be able to catch those next time. I really love libreoffice
7139829 cyka?
7139864 Uh, not sure where you are coming from. Not russian as in the place (I would have said Russian), I mean the drink.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Russian
Note, being an Aussie I mix mine with cola, it's a cultural thing
Well... this is certainly an....... interesting concept.. To say the least.
i actually find it cute and funny, like one of my cats
Oh boy, partial immunity sounds fun, lots of sorta anthro pony people running around. Would centaurs even be possible like that? Some desperate for belly rubs pony hanging onto a persons back or legs begging while the person is trying to ignore them and get away.
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Yay for awesome software.
I personally use MSWord, which works nicely as well.
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Don't think I've ever met a black Russian. Don't think I've met any Russians in fact.
Hmm...
Definitely needs some tightening up, but it's good for a giggle nonetheless.
Must... make... my... own... take... on... this... idea...
(that's cool, right? If I take this idea, and make it my own? (I'm just gonna go ahead, and do that, linking here)
What the hell.
7141071 Please also give credit to the two ponies I gave to as well. This was the first time I have worked with other pony's ideas, I really don't want them to miss out
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Alright, I do have a few questions though. Like, how did this curse start? What are it's rules?
7141347 The rules seem to be. Getting infected turns you into a pony. On the full moon, your belly itches and needs to be rubbed. If anyone rubs your belly, they start to turn into a pony too (curse passed on). Immune people don't get turned at all. Partially immune get turned in bits and pieces. Nopony knows how it started, but society is trying to move on and integrate this odd new happening as best as it can.
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The original story that inspired Damage to write this is by Lab, and it's unpublished right now. You can read the gdoc version here if you want to see what started it all (it's barely over 2 pages long, I think Damaged's first chapter is longer):
Gdocs: Werepony by Lab
As for the rules, 7141353 has it mostly right, though it's more based on some ideas from ValenceBond, like permanent pony TF instead of it being a were-curse once a full moon, immunity to the curse, and having mixed people living together instead of it being treated as a silly zombie-style apocalypse.
A lot is left open and vague in case you want to take your direction on the idea. There is no hard and fast list of rules, just variations on the idea. If you wanted it to adhere to Damaged's version though, the list above is a good start.
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The short G-Doc was part of a twenty-minute writing challenge. The "rules" in the original short were pretty much just for a simple full-moon werepony that spread the curse through receiving bellyrubs instead of biting, but they still found their human cards whenever the full moon was over. We started discussing it and I'm not quite sure who piped up with the idea of making it a full-fledged ponypocalypse, though to be honest, it was probably Canary. I guess you could say the original is not canon, just the inspiration for the "universe".
Also, I think "partially immune" makes more sense if you just leave it as "resistant".
There really aren't any set rules. Kind of hard to have them with personal preference tending to vary so much, and it's not the kind of rules that are worth enforcing anyway. If you have ponies that become infectious bellyrub-seekers during the full moon, you're good to go. As an example, these are my preferred options after the discussion of an actual setting and not what the original was written with:
Lab Rules (it's a title and a declaration)
1. A full moon makes all ponies crave bellyrubs, and anybody who gives them one also becomes a pony. After the full moon is over, the infected remain as ponies but aren't infectious or rub-hungry until the next full moon. The type of pony depends entirely on the person—a unicorn will not always make more unicorns. The effects of the full moon will not be influenced by cloud cover, line of sight, or other obstacles, and the for the sake of the uninfected, a full moon lasts from dusk til dawn. Changelings will be unable to disguise themselves as anything other than an infectious species during this time, due to the amount of concentration required to change to such a different body shape.
2. A bellyrub counts as rubbing or scratching a pony's underside (for simplicity's sake, it's still the underside if they roll onto their back). A simple poke won't be contagious on its own, but good luck resisting the urge to rub that belly afterwards. Same with resting your hand on the belly but not moving it is also not contagious on its own, but it is even more difficult to resist the ensuing urge to bellyrub—don't tempt fate. A pony cannot use magic to directly force the requisite bellyrub motions. Ponies attempting to scratch their own bellies will find it doesn't sate the itch, even if they use more than just their hooves to do so. Resistant humans that are partially changed can scratch their own bellies without further changes, but it won't sate their itch, even if they still have fingers. Bellyrubs from other infected are just as unsatisfying.
3. Roughly 5-10% of humans are immune. No amount of bellyrubs will convert them. Resistance to the disease occurs in about 20% of humans, but all it really does is limit how much changes at a time—with less resistance meaning more changes and more resistance meaning fewer changes—and once infected, they follow the same rules regarding the full moon. If you want to stay partway between human and pony, pray you get just the changes you want and then try to avoid giving bellyrubs for the rest of your life, because your human parts will still be vulnerable. A body part will change into its analog (hands and feet into hooves, arms into forelegs, legs into hindlegs, etc.) but in the case of horns, wings, or similar parts, they will grow in when the part of the body they would be attached to changes. This means centaurs will not be possible, though satyrs are a possibility as long as they avoid further infection. Anthro is never the end result.
4. Possible species include batponies, unicorns, pegasi, earth ponies, zebras, changelings, and crystal ponies.
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Holy crap this ended up being way longer than I expected.
TLDR: Rules and results may vary between headcanons.
I'm sure a shotgun shell to the belly would stop that itchy sensation real fast.
at her side - at her sides
*****
This was a fun little story series!
If you ever go back to it, I'd love to know a little bit more about how it all began and where it's all going.
Steph pulled all the covers of the big queen-size bed over and around herself, snuggling in them and even relaxing despite the scent of pony that seemed to pervade everything in the house. "Mmm, sleep in!"
The hell just happened?
Re-imagining of an idea from one of the talented writer, Lab's, works and with ideas from ValenceBond.
I really thought you meant this story.
I feel this would be humiliating
If you become your oc then I don't wanna be immune
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What if you don't have one? What would you become then?