>There's a loud knock at your door.
>You groan as it rouses you from your sleep.
>Who in their right mind is waking you up this early in the morning?
>After rubbing your eyes you check the time on your clock.
>12:15 PM
>Well fuck.
>You shake your head and stand up slowly.
>Your sleep schedule has always been kind of fucked, and it seems like living in Equestria has not helped it any.
>Even without the internet and video games to distract you into the dead of night you've managed to find new ways to keep yourself up.
>The book you were reading lies closed on the floor next to your straw stuffed mattress.
>Great, you don't even remember how far you got into it last night.
>You decide to page through it later and find your place.
>"Heeey, Anon! You're home right!?"
>Part of you almost considers pretending to not be home when you hear its Pinkie Pie who's at your door.
>It’s not that you don’t /like/ Pinkie Pie, but she’s not exactly the kind of person you want to see when you’ve just woken up.
>She’s too energetic and wild, she’s really more of an “after a coffee or two” type of friend.
>Although you really can’t get away with pretending that you’re not home.
>You’re a lazy introvert and everybody knows it, even if you’ve only been here for a couple months.
>After smoothing down your bedhead you go over to the door of your little cabin and open it.
>Sure enough, there’s Pinkie, bouncing up and down as energetically as ever.
>”There you aaaare! Hiya!”
“Hey there Pink… What’s up?”
>Pinkie giggles as she lets herself into your house.
>”I’m doing good! Jeez Anon, did you just wake up or something?”
>She already knows the answer, but probably can’t help but ask.
“Yeah… long night.”
>”I gotcha, I gotcha~!”
>Pinkie takes a seat on your mattress, still grinning ear to ear.
“Did you need something? Was kind of thinking about getting something to eat soon…”
>”Oh! Right! I’m hosting a party tonight!”
>Yeah, what else is new?
>This marks what, the 14th party that Pinkie has invited you to?
>She means well, but you’re just not much of a party guy.
>Although, now that you think about it, she hasn’t invited you to one in a while.
>Part of you had just assumed she finally took a hint.
“Well, you know me, not good with crowds, hope you have fun though.”
>Pinkie shakes her head as you launch your classic excuse.
>”I know you don’t like parties, but this time is different!”
“How so?”
>She giggles a little, obviously excited by whatever she has planned.
>”This time you’re being /hired/ to come!”
>You blink, definitely feeling more than a little confused.
“Hired?”
>She nods eagerly, fishing for something and pulling out a small vial of liquid from seemingly thin air!
>”Yes! I need entertainment tonight! And I thought I could involve you with it!”
“I’d rather n-”
>”I’ll pay you 1000 bits!”
>A surprised sputter escapes your mouth as she drops the sum.
“A… a thousand?!”
>”You betcha! And that’s an offer I’m only giving to you!”

”And… what exactly would I be doing?”
>Pinkie holds out the vial with a coy grin.
>”Drink up and it’ll all be obvious!”
>Something about this screams shady, but there’s a lot of money involved.
>You’ve been struggling for bits ever since you’ve gotten here, so a nice lump payment of that much could keep you going until you pick up your next odd job.
>So you don’t give it much more thought than that and grab the vial.
>The liquid inside is a vibrant bluish color and seems to be about the same consistency of water as you slosh it around.
>You uncork the vial and drink it down in one gulp.
>It tastes overwhelmingly sweet as it travels down your throat, the strong taste even making you gag slightly.
“Ugh… What is that stuff?”
>Pinkie lets out a squeal of pure elation as she watches you.
>”Ohmigoshohmigoshohmigoooosh! You drank it! Yay!”
>Before you can ask her to explain further as to what you blindly ingested a strange feeling overwhelms you.
>Your skin feels cold and clammy as your thin, almost invisible arm hairs begin to bleach themselves into a pure white.
>Scratching at the thickening hairs tingles your nerves as your arms are riddled with goosebumps.
“Um… P-Pinkie…”
>She doesn’t respond though, she’s too interested in watching you to strike up conversation right now.
>Your fingers begin to twitch and sting with pins and needles as the hair continues coming in.
>Something tells you that you’re in for one hell of a ride.

>Your hands are balled up into fists now.
>The fur grows in fast, smoothing over the space between each finger as the feeling in them suddenly vanishes all together.
>A soft gasp escapes your mouth as you try to manipulate your hardened hands.
>More hooves than hands now really.
>Even the shape is starting to round out, matching the descriptor of “hoof” even more.
“P-PINKIE! WHAT THE BUCK IS THIS?!”
>You hold a hoof to your mouth in surprise.
>You certainly didn’t mean to say “buck”, yet it came out completely naturally.
>The pink pony giggles eagerly as you marvel at the changes.
>A tuft of blue hair falls into your line of sight as the strange stinging now hits your feet.
>Fearing the worst you slowly walk over to the mirror hanging in your cabin.
>Sure enough your hair has changed, having taken on a two different shades of blue.
>The darker shade looks familiar, it’s the same color that the liquid was!
>You run a hoof through the lengthened head of hair, tracing it down to a little past your shoulders.
>”Looking good so far Anon!”
“H-hush!”
>The muscles in your legs suddenly seize up like you’ve got a cramp.
>With a swear you fall flat on your ass.
>As you look down, you’re given a good view of your feet as they twist into hooves themselves.
>Focus does not stay on that long however, your tight muscles command much more of your attention.
>Pinkie hums a little as she walks over to you.
>You notice that she’s looking a little bigger than before.
>In truth that probably means that you’re probably getting smaller, but either way it’s trippy to almost be on eye level with Pinkie.
>”Here, let me help you a bit~!”
>Pinkie bites at your now loose pants and begins to tug.
>Without much effort at all the pants slide off, revealing a set of equine hind quarters.
>She doesn’t miss a beat as she also pulls away your underwear, much to your shock.
“H-hey! St-stop!”
>A deep crimson blush flushes your face as your member is now out in the open for Pinkie to see.
>She doesn’t seem very interested by it, she’s more concerned with the white fur growing all around it.
>You whimper as you cover your privates with your hooves and realize just how awkward your current position is.
>That’s probably thanks to your spine shifting and changing just like everything else thus far.
>Noticing your physical discomfort, Pinkie leans in and pokes your nose with a hoof.
>”Why don’t you try standing on all fours silly~? Or at very least stop sitting so weird!”
>You roll your eyes as she reprimands you for sitting like a human, this is her damn fault anyways.
>It’s shaky at first as you try to stand, your balance feels all off skew.
>After a bit though you’re on your hooves and no longer shaking.
>As much as you hate to admit it, standing on all fours is more comfortable.
>Now you’re roughly eye to eye with Pinkie as she gawks at you.
>”You’re so close to being done! Look at how nice your coat is~!”
>She giggles as she rubs your fuzzy face, even that now seemingly hardly human.
>That however quickly changes as the stinging sensation hits your face.
>You wrinkle your nose a little as it feels like something is tugging at your mouth and pulling it outwards like clay.
>Within moments your mouth and nose have formed a small equine muzzle.
>You run your tongue over your flat teeth, teeth obviously designed to not even consider biting into meat.
>This isn’t too big of a loss, you haven’t eaten meat since you’ve gotten here.
>However, you can feel the stirrings of an actual substantial loss in the making.
>Your crotch feels inflamed and irritated, that same prickly feeling now in a place it most definitely does not belong.
>Morbid curiosity compels you to sit back down, this time in a more fitting stance for your body, and take a peek.
>Sure enough your member is shrinking, practically receding into your body.
>”Woah… that looks weird!”
>You open your mouth to reprimand Pinkie but only a soft, somewhat girlish moan escapes it.
>Each moment another bit of your member disappears, somehow heightening this strange sense of pleasure and arousal you did not ask for.
>Pinkie giggles, leaving you to this strange change as she walks off to do something.
>Almost in tandem with your cock pushing in a long tail pulls out from behind you.
>The gradual pushes go centimeter by centimeter as you begin to pant heavily.
>Squirming and writhing in your spot, it takes as much self control as you can muster to not start touching yourself.
>Your new, somewhat floppy ears twitch about as you groan and moan helplessly on the floor.
>Then, with a slight popping sound, it’s gone.
>You slowly look down, finding a simple slit and a pair of small teats above it.
“Bucking Tartarus…”
>Pinkie strolls back over once you’ve managed to calm down.
>She holds up a hand mirror, or rather hoof mirror, to your face.
>”Lucky you, you’re a unicorn and everything!”
>You stare at your reflection, your hoof instantly prodding at the new horn on your face.
>From the coloration alone you know exactly who you are, but what Pinkie does next simply solidifies it.
>”Almost forgot, I bought these earlier, I thought they’d suit you!”
>You flinch a little as she slides a large pair of purple sunglasses with black frames over your face.
“...Why am I Vinyl Scratch?”
>Pinkie blinks, lowering the mirror.
>”Hey, that’s a good name idea! I honestly had no idea what to call you!”
>You cock your head in confusion before thinking for a moment.
>When you wound up here, it was towards the beginning of the show’s canon.
>Ponies were mentioning that “between Twilight Sparkle and you this town is sure getting more lively!” and the Nightmare Moon incident was still fresh in everypony’s memory.
>Not to mention that you haven’t seen Discord yet.
>Didn’t Vinyl only show up like once or twice in the early days of the show?
>And if Pinkie doesn’t know who Vinyl is…
“What exactly was your plan with all of this?”
>Pinke smiles as she reaches over and gives you a hug.
>”You’ve just seemed so out of place and lonely ever since you got here! So I called in a few favors! Not only does it come with a whole new body, you’re also now a talented-”
“Musician?”
>Pinkie pauses for a moment, a little surprised you picked up on that so quickly.
>”Actually, yeah! Huh, guess that’s those instincts are already kicking in!”
“Yeah… instincts…”
>”Look, if you don’t like it, I can probably have a reversal potion made for you, but could you pleaaase try it out for the night? I’ll still pay you and everything!”
>Part of you wants to jump right onto reversal potion idea.
>You didn’t ask to be a pony, you didn’t ask to be a female, you didn’t ask for any of this.
>But, at the same time, money is still on the table.
>That and it gives you something else to do tonight besides reading through books you’ve borrowed from the library.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt, but I don’t really have any music equipme-”
>You stop talking as you look around your room.
>It’s smaller now, properly sized for a pony.
>It’s kind of sparse like before, but now you’ve got turntables and records and such neatly put up and ready for use.
“...Just how potent of a potion was this?”
>Pinkie shrugs as she lets go of you and looks around.
>”I dunno, but I think I got my money’s worth!”
>Now you really don’t have an excuse to not give it a shot.
“I guess you can spread the word now that DJ Pon-3 is making her world debut…”
>Pinkie gasps softly, “DJ Pon-3? Oh that’s perfect! You are on the ball with names today Anon, I mean, Vinyl Scratch!”
“Just the first thing that came to mind really…”