Balros & Echoen
I've been up for a bit, enough to stir and stew and squirm and sinfully think about you~!

LlunaBlue
Of that, I'm fucking proud~!
Any particular forms of me~? ;3

Balros & Echoen
Often, I blend your form variations with an attitude variation, or different permutations of such. But always cute. Always so fucking cute, and fuzzy.

LlunaBlue 
Fuck yes~

Balros & Echoen
But not always sweet. Deceptively sweet. Sinfully, enticingly sweet.
Or, exceptionally sweet, innocently sweet, brought to tears by loss of innocence or violations of taboos.
And, almost always, girls. Sure, often girls with better and needier breeding tools than any boy, but got that girl thang and girl scent radiating from you.

LlunaBlue
Pauses as he's typing to his new and interesting friend. Sure, their RPs with them are fascinating - quite incredibly so - but there's suddenly a strange and alluring smell filling the room... and suddenly a strange notiong filling his mind. To be a girl would be to just be better. A fact that holds for any male, come to think of it, and one so obvious that why the fuck has he never realised before. He peers down at his shorts, and moans as she opens her legs, letting that sweet scent amplify by revealing the source.

Balros & Echoen
The shorts you wore were snug'n'tight, perfect for feeling the pressure and squeeze of any arousal. Perfect for Rping with. But this time as you look down, rather than the outline of what you expected, a new shape bulges out the fabric of your shorts, pink mist reeking from gaps. Where your masculine endowments were, is now a large, thigh-filling, yellow-furred ponygirl's head, wrapped completely in the material of your shorts. You can feel... her... it.. chewing at the material and pushing from your groin like trying to get birthed from your hips, only managing to get her equine ears to push free of your waistband. You can feel her brain thinking, her hormones gushing through your endocrine system, that pink scent-fog pouring past her lips as she breathes out. A pony's tail pushes out from the base of your spine, your rear, rump and butt plumping, tailhole fattening into a juicy girl-donut. She jerks her head this way and that to try to free herself of your shorts, eventually chewing a hole in your shorts - to breathe out a sigh of relief and a belch of pink fuckgas. "Ahhh, there we fuckin go..." She says with a young southern drawl.

LlunaBlue
"Fuuuuuuckin' hell, when'd ya last clean clean under yer desk? Ah'd call ya a dirty boy, but... naw! URRRRRP!"
He recognised her, of course... and had done a LOT of writing about her recently, but even his thoughts about that mutate, becoming memories of her RPing about herself like an uncreative sort would. Any thoughts entertaining the idea she used to be a mere human are quickly clouded over in pink mist and trigger harsh jabs and putdowns about what a fucking idiot that nonexistent human was.
Her arm reaches up and clops her on her head, as a second Bloomhead squelchpops into existence right next to it.
"Yeah, ya fuckin' DINGUS! Ah'd teach ya to stop, but WE'VE a new world to corrupt... startin' with tha rest of YOU"
Head no.2 then plants her lips over no.1's ear and forcefully HUUUURPS and MMMRRRPHS more of that sweet deliciousness right in there, making her eyes point at odd angles as the sockets expand along with the rest of her skull. He's a girl he's a girl he's a fucking sexy GIRL!! 

Balros & Echoen
Every time she belched, it was like being on the verge of an orgasm and being fumigated with pheremones. Where all the gas came from, there was a lot of it and it was dense, causing her throat to bulge and wisps of pink fumes to waft from her pony nostrils. Even as she spoke, the pink fog rolled past her lips and off her tongue, the scent like areosol'd sex and overpowering girlstank. Each breath in, each intake of air, soaked lungs and fogged memories, warping a poor human boy into a pretty pony girl.
His arm lifted up of her accord, making him watch his fingers meld and merge into a pretty perfect pony fuzz-hoof - then knock him right on the head and SHOVE out a second Applebloom head right next to his. Barely an inch between their necks, his cheek jammed against hers, feeling her lungs expand and swell with beautiful gas; feeling her throat bulge with the sheer volume of it until she BELCHES -hard- into his ear and face. A flood of girlmusk and a flood of girl emotions pour through his poor human brain; he lifts his other arm to try to wipe away tears but soon it too is ponified and pushing his cheek and jaw towards his gas-gushing sister-self. Hiccups bubble through the tears as his personality is belittled, dwindled, stomped and smothered into the shape of a pretty princess pony slut, forced to observe his own body and mind mutate into the shape she always needed to be.
His head half-swollen into an Applebloom shape, his merged sisterselves make him stand up, her new shape tearing her clothes even more. She stood on lanky equine legs like an anthro, her headcrotch jutting forth and making her walk while her upper torso continued to transform and yellowfy. "An' now that yer a girl, UUUUUURP, it's gon' be so fun to make th' boys go CRAZY!"
*With your personality in the passenger seat, she makes your body walk to your door and open it, moving your ponyslut body towards your nearest roommate's room. The closed door looks difficult with hooves, so your crotchhead simply bites it to turn the knob while your second Applebloom head calls out; "Oh roooooommie, I've - BRRAAAUUP got somethin' you've GOTTA get a whiff of!"

LlunaBlue
In the middle of one of his intense Counterstrike sessions with his buddies, he didn't even notice the intruder had made her way in... until the girlscent got to him, that is.
"Frank, you gotta rush B when we say so, mate! We're all a-HUUUURP team here... 'scuse me, ah'm gettin' gassy... 'n' woozy... Ah'll AFK 'n' be back in a bit... t-to FUCKIN' BLOOMIFY ya'll...!"
Within the haze of pink that seems to be surrounding him, he reaches up to take his headphones off, but they don't reach back down before he realises it's not his hand holding them, but a cartoon pony's head grinning with them held in her teeth.
"PATOOEY! FUCK, yer a dense one, ain'tcha? Ah had to materialise just to getcha to stop playin'! Now turn around, shithead!"
And before he even can, the head-hand pushes against the desk causing him to swivel around in his chair, and come immediately face-to-face with the most horrifying sexiest gaze, before her cheeks swell and she BUUUUUUURAPS right into his face. His male scream is drowned out by giggles and squeals of pleasure and deriding laughter as more Blooms bloom upon his body; heads bursting from shoes, pushing his shirt out, and his ass widening to gain a size that's as much a mockery of the feminine posterior as it's the celebration of one. He would've attempted to stop his assailant from pressing her crotch against his if any of his limbs were in his control anymore... but instead he's forced to endure her unobstructed smooches, licks and loving swearing-at of his dick, telling it how unworthy it is to exist and how it should just pussify itself instead!