The apartment dorm had been quiet the last couple of days. Oliver barely left his room, much less made it to class. Tyler didn’t bother trying to coax him out. No point in trying to help a lost cause. As a way to pacify Oliver he had agreed to simply hide the M4re in one of his locked drawers rather than throw it away. He was meeting with his “guy” later this week and could probably make back some cash by selling it back to him. Until then the keys to his room and the drawer never left his pocket. Tyler felt them jingle around in his pocket as he stepped into the kitchen. During a cram week it was nothing but ramen and canned soup.

As Tyler set the kettle to boil and pulled open the ramen package, Oliver’s door swung open, soon followed by a pair of beady sunken eyes. Oliver shambled out of his room and over to the kitchen, before pulling up a chair to the countertop. He did this all while avoiding Tyler’s gaze, which was transfixed on the top of his head. His hair had apparently struggled to return to its proper human form, and now hung down to his shoulders in messy seafoam coloured tresses.

“How’s the studying going?” Oliver asked in a groggy voice

“Well enough.” Tyler said

Tyler considered asking when was the last time Oliver had gone to class, but he decided against it when he suspected it would devolve into another argument about M4re. It seemed to be the only thing they talked about these days. Instead, he picked up another packet of ramen and offered it to his roommate.

“You want some?”

“Sure”

Tyler emptied the kettle into his bowl, dropped his brick of noodles inside, and then refilled it from the sink and set it to boil again. When he turned back to his ramen he pressed the noodles down with his fork, before stirring in the flavour packet. His mind strained to think of something to fill the awkward silence.

“So uhh…. I see that video of you behind our dorm went sort of viral. How does celebrity feel?”

Oliver shifted around and gave Tyler a strange look as he began to eat his ramen.

“Yeah um, all the online circles and stuff around that sort of thing see me as like… a folk hero? It became the new exciting thing to do when you are on M4re, go out and lure randos into giving you pets and stuff.”

Tyler couldn’t help but chortle a bit at that.

“What a bunch of adrenaline junkies. Does getting pet really feel that good that people are risking being out in public just for some action?”

“Well… yeah pretty much.”

Oliver paused for a moment and looked like he was considering saying something else. Tyler guessed he was probably weighing if he could proselytize the pony thing some more. He apparently decided it was not worth the trouble and instead just let the conversation peter off into silence. As the kettle began to boil again Oliver got up and fixed himself his own bowl of ramen. As the two of them ate Tyler’s initial anxiety over Oliver seemed to fade. He was always a strange sort of guy, those strange looks he was giving him were probably just a nervous tick or something. That’s how nervous ticks work right? Oh well, it didn’t matter.

Everything was going to be fine.

Woah woah what… something feels off

Tyler looked around, twisting his neck and trying to locate the source of the strange feeling. What probably should have been fear was softened into a docile curiosity.

“Do you feel that? It's so strange-”

Tyler felt his stomach drop as he turned and looked at Oliver. His eyes were locked on him, his mouth pulled into a wide smile. Tyler looked down at his bowl of ramen, almost completely empty, and then back at Oliver. His lungs began to race, fighting against the encroaching passivity the M4re was forcing on him. Oliver reached a hand forward, his eyes betraying what he had done.

“It’ll be okay, everything is okay Tyler, I promise.”

Tyler jerked backwards and swatted Oliver’s hand away. Terror too great for the drugs to smother shot through his body.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, W-WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO”

Oliver smiled warmly.

“You’ll understand now! Everything is going to be better in just a few minutes.”

His hands balling up into fists he strode forward ready to kill Oliver. The whelp scuttled backwards, realizing Tyler still had a few minutes to make him pay. Tyler’s knuckles were so tight it felt like they would break through his skin. The calmness of the M4re was mixing with the outpouring of rage into a clinical sort of detachment. Oliver was sputtering trying to convince Tyler not to hurt him. It only bolstered Tyler’s resolve.

He put his whole weight into a haymaker, and Oliver took it straight to his temple. He went limp and hit his head on the side of the counter before collapsing to the floor in a heap.

“YOU LIKE THAT YOU JUNKIE LITTLE SHIT?”

He knelt on top of Oliver’s chest and punched him in the face again. Blood came pouring out of Oliver’s nose. Tyler felt the sting on his knuckles and the impact of each hit traveled up his arm and into his shoulder. He landed a third and a fourth and a fifth hit. The back of Oliver’s head bounced off the tile underneath it from each strike. Blood coated Tyler’s hands. It was wet and warm, and left an imprint of his fist after each hit to Oliver’s face. He flailed his arms to try and block Tyler’s onslaught, but the first punch and drop had dazed him too much.

“DON’T - FUCKING - DRUG - PEOPLE”

Each word was followed with a punch. Tyler raised his hand for another, but stopped as he realized little embers were burning painlessly through the tips of his fingers. He yelped and fell backwards, watching as the first motes of flesh peeled off of his hands and floated upward on an unfelt breeze. Oliver rolled onto his side and groaned in pain. His eyes were almost swollen shut and he couldn’t hear anything above the blaring ringing in his ears, but he felt a sense of victory. He just had to wait for Tyler to finish transforming and then no one could stop him. This was his shot and it worked. Tyler had missed one of the M4re pills when he had combed through Oliver’s room cleaning them out. He coughed and felt a tooth come loose. He pulled it out with a wince and flicked it over on the ground. Soon everything would be fixed.

Tyler was panting in fear as his body slowly burned away. The exertion and adrenaline apparently overpowering the secondary calmness the M4re provided. Although he was slowing down as he clutched at his disintegrating body.

Hopefully he would be docile enough to enjoy the transformation after it was complete.

As Tyler burned away, Oliver felt the shock from the pummeling fade. He rose as fast as he could and walked to the front door of their apartment, careful to give the transforming Tyler as wide a berth as possible. He locked the door before pulling a chair over and jamming it under the doorknob. He brushed his long hair out of his face and turned back to Tyler.

His limbs were almost completely transformed, and the flicking embers of the transformation were now making their way into his chest. His coat was as white as fresh snow and his hair had grown into a beautiful pastel blue mane. Tyler it seemed was getting more and more resigned to the helpless situation, keeping his eyes shut and his face in a grimace, clearly wishing for it to be over. Oliver stepped forward, and retrieved Tyler’s jeans which had fallen off of his tiny pony frame. After digging through the pocket for a moment he retrieved the keychain. If Tyler noticed, he didn’t bother saying anything.

As Oliver unlocked and disappeared into his room, Tyler’s transformation crept up his neck. With a horrifyingly feminine voice he begged for it to stop.

By the time Oliver reappeared with the bottle of M4re Tyler had fully completed his transformation. He laid on the ground exhausted. As Oliver grew closer Tyler shuddered and glared at his roommate.

“How could you do this to me?”

Oliver smiled before opening the bottle and swallowing a dozen of the pills.

“Nothing I wouldn’t do to myself.”

He set the bottle of M4re on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch, waiting for the effects to set in. Tyler felt disgust well up inside him alongside the anger already festering when he saw the look on Oliver’s face. There was no word for it other than contentment.

“You’re going to fucking jail for doing this-"

Tyler faltered for a moment at the sound of his own voice, but pushed through a moment later.

“-for doing this to me. You’ll be locked away for years.”

“For poisoning the drug dealer with his own product? Are you really going to try to pull that? You’ll be put away for longer than me when they find ketamine and molly in your room.”

Oliver’s voice was smug and self assured. How long had he been planning this, how long had he waited for an opportunity to fucking dose him? Tyler couldn’t tell. With nothing more to say Tyler curled up.

On the couch Oliver rolled his head around, starting to feel the onset of the M4re. He threw his head back and shuddered from the magnitude of the dose. The embers of the transformation were more like a ravenous fire, consuming his body in a matter of seconds. As his pony body came in he stretched out holding all his limbs erect. It had been so long since his last transformation it was really beginning to affect his mental state.

With a satisfied exhale Seafoam stood where Oliver had sat a moment previously. She stepped out of her pants and pulled her tee shirt off before stretching out her wings and savouring the sensations of her real body.

Thank the Sisters I’m back

Below her Tyler was struggling to sit upright, barely able to balance his upper body on his two front hooves. It was so cute watching him fumbling around with his new body.

Was I ever like that?

Seafoam gave a confident hop off of the couch and trotted around Tyler as he continued to wobble and shake. Tyler tried to keep his eyes on her but his body was too alien to follow through. She passed out of his line of sight and he felt his coat stand up on the back of his neck. It was as though his roommate was a predator circling injured prey. Considering the circumstances that analogy might be closer to reality than not. His body locked up as he felt a warm breath on his neck. A moment later and a shocking yet cruelly pleasurable sensation brushed along the side of his neck. A yelp of surprise and a moan of indulgence blurred together and Tyler felt his eyes cross. The circumstances and situation he was caught in melted away. The barely constrained rage forgotten. There was only an infinite “now” filled solely with pristine bliss.

Seafoam continued nuzzling into the neck of her roommate, thoroughly enjoying the sounds dribbling out of his mouth. As she began to speak she was careful to sound as warm and comforting as possible.

“This good feeling can go on for hours and hours. You don’t need to pull away from it, just try to absorb as much as you can.”

Tyler drew in a breath like he was about to say something, but threw his head back and exhaled a moment later, whatever the thought was having been promptly expunged. Seafoam laid a wing out over Tyler’s curled up body before laying down next to him and positioning herself just behind his head. She placed a hoof on his mane and gently scritched in circles. The tiny shudder which reverberated through Tyler’s body pushed her onward, making clear that it felt as good as she guessed it would.

The pure white coat was a beautiful contrast to her own colour scheme. Something about this appealed to an aesthetic taste Seafoam hadn’t noticed in herself before. Tyler’s left ear trembled for a moment, catching her eye.

Perhaps an involuntary reaction to the affection?

Seafoam leaned forward and dragged her tongue across the ear before playfully nipping at it. Tyler again shuddered and tried to mumble something, but nothing comprehensible made it out of his mouth.

Poor thing, she’s probably so wound up from all that unpleasantness earlier. She deserves to relax a little and indulge

“Awww doesn’t it feel so good? Who’s a good little pony, who’s a good little pony?”

The words felt as sweet as caramel as they trickled out of Seafoam’s mouth. She felt a strange pang of longing for someone to pull this whole routine on her. Perhaps in the future. For now she needed to focus on doing the best she could for her roommate.

Tyler was apparently at a loss for words as Seafoam performed her ministrations.

“C’mon, let that pretty voice of yours out a bit more. The little that I have heard of it is making me pretty jealous.”

Tyler murmured something quietly, but with her enhanced hearing Seafoam could make out the gist of it.

“Its… w-what is… w-where is this? Was… w-who are you?”

As she realized how frazzled the affection was making Tyler, Seafoam couldn’t help but giggle. This was going so much better than expected. She nestled her head right against Tyler’s, being sure to continue the onslaught of sensation.

“My name is Seafoam, I’m a mare just like you. It feels so great doesn’t it? I wanted you to know how amazing it felt firsthand, so that you could understand.”

The words slithered out between laboured panting. An energy was building up inside of the both of them, Seafoam could feel it. She shifted herself around and was surprised at the wetness behind her. From the smell it seemed Tyler was also feeling… roused.

“Let yourself relax okay, I’ll take care of everything~”

Seafoam felt herself being pushed onward by a wave of desire, crashing over her and into her, overpowering anything but the most immediate of impulses. Drunk with lust she couldn’t help but let a cute little moan work its way up her throat. She could feel Tyler leaning into her, seeking more from her hooves and mouth. Dutifully obliging her roommate she quickened her pace, licking and petting with a fervor unknown to her.

Tyler struggled for words.

“This… this is so… so good… Seafoam… Sea-”

Tyler’s whole body froze. He could feel his chest tightened into a vice, the pleasure and delirium of a moment prior being replaced with a paralyzing terror. He turned his head and met Seafoam’s eyes for the first time since the acts began.

“S-S-Seafoam”

He paused after saying the name. Inside his head associations finally connected and he snapped into lucidity. His eyes widening in disgust and horror he tried to push himself away from the thing eagerly nestling into his coat.

“Get- Get away from me Oliver.”

He said the name with venom, and felt his panic grow when Oliver had no visible reaction. Instead, Oliver was staring at him, keeping within a few feet of him as he desperately tried to drag himself away.

“You aren’t used to your body yet. Let me help you. Let's get you acquainted with yourself. It felt so good didn’t it? I know you want more, I can see it in you.”

Oliver’s pony eyes glittered with a frightful hunger.

“It’ll be so easy, I promise. I promise you it feels so good when you just give in.”

Tyler’s hooves clattered on the kitchen tile as he tried in vain to pull himself away from Oliver. He flailed his back legs out, trying to kick at Oliver as he followed just a foot away from him, trotting effortlessly.

“G-GET AWAY FROM ME OLIVER, STOP THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW.”

“My name is Seafoam.” She said as she pinned him to the ground with a hoof.

Tyler tried to buck at her as she pinned him, but there was no strength or coordination in his hooves. His helplessness only fully struck him when she stepped forward and pinned his two forelegs to the ground with her own. She lowered herself onto his chest before bringing her head down and nestling into his chest fluff. Tyler tried to push her off of him, but he could barely move. Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as more of the sensations from before flooded back.

“P-please stop, g-get off me. Please, Seafoam.”

His voice crackled through the tears. Seafoam felt bad for her roommate, but assured herself she had to press onward, for his sake and for hers.

“It’ll get better I promise. You’ll have more fun if you stop struggling.”

With that she nestled into Tyler’s chest again, eagerly brushing and kissing his white coat. She shut her eyes and focused on the closeness. Now that she was on top of Tyler she could feel her teats pressing into his. It urged her onward, even as Tyler’s protestations grew more frantic.

“S-Seafoam I know that… I know that you-”

Each time Tyler tried to speak, he felt his body seize up from the sensations Seafoam was forcing onto him. He bit back the disgust welling up in his gut. Most of it wasn’t even directed at Seafoam, most of it was at himself for not being stronger.

“I know you, you’ve been- You YOU NEED TO GET OFF ME-”

Every little sensation of pleasure came with another bolt of horror and disgust at himself for feeling it. He tried to tell himself it was just the drugs.

“W-we are both men, we’re both guys you can’t do this we’re both straight-”

Seafoam cut him off.

“We’re both mares Tyler, Look at yourself. You’re a mare.”

Her voice was intoxicating. Tyler felt the floor fall out from under him as he realized the physical absence of his dick, and the wetness growing in its place.

“We were men, and we will be again as soon as this is over!”

Seafoam tilted her head, dragging her hoof across his chest as she spoke.

“Doesn’t that all feel so far away? So unimportant? Can you even remember what your human self looks like?”

He reached out and tried to push her off of him, but there was no strength in his hoof. As he helplessly pushed he felt his head roll backwards onto the floor, tears now coming unbidden. Pleasure was pouring in, stressing his fraying mental state way past its limits. He whimpered for Seafoam to stop. It was all he could do.

He’s still resisting, he needs something to kick him over the line

The weight of Seafoam’s body lessened and for a moment Tyler thought she was going to stop. When he felt what she was actually doing, his back involuntarily arched and his hips bucked up, smushing her face into his own marehood. Another lick and it was like he was being shocked with a defibrillator.

Seafoam pushed her muzzle into Tyler, her wide tongue lapping and caressing the soft folds of his vagina. It smelled like heaven to her. Over her own heavy breathing she could hear Tyler stuttering and failing to say anything coherent. Tyler’s new body had become quite excited in the minutes since his transformation, and it clearly craved more. As Seafoam worked, Tyler’s back legs locked around her head. She drifted away from any thoughts as her head bobbed in and out. Each lick was making such pretty sounds come from Tyler. After a minute or two of listening to Tyler unspool, she flicked his clit with her tongue before gently sucking on it.

Tyler’s entire body convulsed, his thighs forcing Seafoam’s muzzle deeper into him as the orgasm swept through his body. She continued lapping at his folds, the sensations all melting alongside her own inhibitions.

Heaven, this was heaven. If Moon and Glitter were right about things then this must-

Her head shot back half a foot, and her neck reeled from… the impact?

W-what just happened?

A heavy pain began to soak its way through her face. Her mind raced to piece together what had happened through the haze. The sight in front of her finally came into focus and she realized what had happened. Tyler’s right hoof was fully pulled back, coiled like a snake about to lunge forward. He was now pulling the rest of himself against the wall, as far from Seafoam as he could manage. She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off.

“You are g-going to back away from me, and never fucking touch me again.”

Why didn’t… w-why didn’t it work? It should have worked

Tyler repeated himself, his voice growing colder.

“You are going to back away from me. Never, ever touch me again.”

It should have worked why… It… It would have worked-

Seafoam stumbled backwards. She didn’t notice, but she slipped out of english and into singsong “equestrian”.

“I.. w-wasn’t .. didn’t you like… I… I’m w-what is-”

It would have worked on me

Tyler stared daggers at the rapist in front of him. He was thinking nothing save for a blistering hate for it. His breathing had slowed to a steady pace, and he kept his back hoof poised, ready to deliver another buck to the face.

He’s not like you, he never was

The world around them grew silent, and the sound of the two ponies breathing wasn’t enough to blot out the terrible ringing in both of their heads.

They will take you away, put you in jail

The thing which used to be Oliver grimaced, then shook its head and trotted back to the living room coffee table. It was muttering something to itself that Tyler couldn’t make out.

You deserve it you monster

Tyler lowered his hoof to the ground and wiped the dried tears from his coat. It seemed it was over. He eased his immediate rage with the knowledge Oliver was going to end up in the back of a cruiser the moment the drugs wore off. Prisons aren’t kind to rapists, especially soft weak pathetic faggot ponyfucker… assuming he didn’t just hang himself the first chance he got. With a clumsy brush of a hoof he pulled the sweat and tear soaked mane away from his face. Everything had been getting harder and harder to keep under control. He had managed to get into university, maybe it was time to swear off dealing. Too many sob stories, too many complications. And every once in a while a junkie would go ahead and just try to take his head off, or pin him to the ground and eat his pussy out.

Tyler held his head in his hooves as he tried to think of anything else other than what just happened. He felt cold. Physically cold on the inside. It was creeping up his gut and through his chest, like a hole had just been opened up inside and was eating away at him. His pulse thundered through his head and the back of his eyes. He just wanted to wake up in his bed and find out the last couple of weeks had been a nightmare. It was such a bad idea to try dealing with M4re. Never again.

Suddenly an ear splitting hiss filled the room. Tyler recoiled and a bright red light bathed the entire apartment in a malevolent glow. He scooted his pony body over a few feet and found the source. Oliver’s body was burning like a road flare. Next to him the M4re bottle was on the floor, empty. From the burning form Tyler thought he could hear a high pitched screech. The ignition wasn’t burning Oliver’s pony body but rather something invisible around it. Something inside of Tyler could tell what was happening had a thread of finality to it. At the very least, it looked extremely painful.

Seafoam stirred from unconsciousness somewhere dark and cold. There was a pressure on the back of her neck, and a swaying of her whole body. She couldn’t remember where she was, or what was happening. The last thing she could recall was a terrible red light.

As her eyes began to adapt to the dark she realized she was being carried along a dimly lit street. She struggled a bit, but her hooves couldn’t reach the ground or behind her to whatever was holding her. A strange exhaustion was sapping her energy even if they could have. A gruff voice she recalled hearing somewhere before cut through the brisk night air.

“Don’t bother trying anything, the overdose really did a number on you.”

She tried to raise her voice to ask the man something but her voice crackled without producing more than a murmur. Her eyelids felt so heavy. She could probably go limp and fall back into unconsciousness even while being carried. The man continued walking for a few minutes before stopping at a street corner. He pulled out a phone and dialed a short number. Seafoam couldn’t hear what he was saying. After speaking for less than a minute he put his phone back into his pocket.

“You really should not try to move, just conserve your energy until the ambulance gets here. Wherever you end up, never come back.”

With that, Seafoam felt herself swing briefly in one direction, before being thrown in the opposite. She clattered and slid across the sidewalk until she came to a stop against the side of a building. Her eyes struggled to get a good look at the man who threw her before he disappeared out of her view.

W-where am I, what is… why is it so cold

Seafoam curled into a ball. Warmth bled off her into the cold ground below. She stared at the light from the convenience store across the street, even as her vision faded. Every breath drew in more of the frigid air from the night. She felt a final spike of panicked energy shoot through her and she called out into the night.

“Help, s-someone help please.”

Oh Celestia please I just need… I just need some warmth

Snot and tears froze against her face as she tried to summon up enough energy to call out again, but the cold ground beneath her was paralyzing. Her head went limp as the energy to hold it up drained out of her. Her eyes drooped shut and the world grew silent, save for the distant blaring of a siren.