Artistic Trnasformation (2/2) by phyrexianrevoker on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

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Ellen Continued her work while talking with the strange woman.

- Ellen, if you were a pony, would you still like to draw?

- Guess so . . . - She was still not comfortable with the conversation

- I'm pretty sure ponies don't have hands, maybe you should practice with your mouth.

- That's . . . I'm not gonna do it.

- Just try it. Practice using your mouth.

Ellen was already committed to that, so why not?

- ok . . . ok. But I won't be able to talk if I do this.

- That's fine, you just have to listen now.

The girl held the pen with her teeth and approached the drawing board.

- Put your hands on the table to have more balance.

Ellen just obeyed, regretting every second.

- Ponies were not meant to sit, take your ass off the chair. Rise it like a proud mare.

Her cheeks were so warm it was burning. Ellen was on the brink of giving up.

- Are you comfortable? If not, try to balance your weight between your four legs.

"You mean two legs and my arms, right? Was that some kind of roleplay?" Ellen thought

- Keep this position and now continue to draw.

- I can't druuw wuth mu muuh

But Ellen tryed anyways, and for her surprise she was pretty good at it.
The other girl remained speechless and just observed.
Ellen was so fascinated by her "innate" ability of mouth-drawing that she forgot about being watched and the whole thing.
Minutes passed and the art request was almost complete.

- Good work, Ellen. You are doing great.

Startled by the sudden disruption, Ellen looked around and remembered the other girl was still there.

- I see you got used to this position already, you've been on it for hours and you aren't even tired.

"hours?"

- Since you already have the posture, now it's just a matter of matching the body.

After that sentence, Ellen felt something very very very strange on her whole body.

Her clothes were getting tighter,

Her fingers started to feel numb,

Her skin was itchy.

- Get ready, Ellen.

When she realized what was happening, it was already in the middle of it. Ellen’s whole body was reshaping and growing, fur covered her skin, a long and beautiful tail erupted from her back, ears became sharp and big, arms became legs then her four legs grew soft hooves, breasts disappeared inside a bigger thorax, her ass inflated ripping shorts and panties in the process, and finally her muzzle gently pushed the glassed outwards.

It took only a few seconds for all the changes to happen.

In the beginning she was alarmed, scared and confused.

But in the end, she could just smile at herself.

- Are you happy?

- I can’t believe it!

- I hope you enjoy it while it lasts.

- How long am I gonna be . . . A pony?

- The whole weekend. Bye : )

- Well, guess I’ll have to tell my friend I’ll miss her party. There’s no way I can go like this.

There was no response, the other girl was no longer in the chat.

Ellen experienced her new body for a few hours, drawing, galloping, cooking, eating and everything a normal “person” would do.

As she was ready to sleep, a message pops on her phone:

“U comin tomorrow?????”

Ellen pondered for a few seconds if it was really “ok” to go to a party as a colorful soft pony.

Reply: “Sure. I hav a surprise for u !!!!!”