Pixies and Ponies (A Simpsons Transformation Fanfic)
This is a Simpsons-themed transformation story I commissioned from Lennox, an excellent writer of erotic fanfics who usually posts on the Jabarchives forums. Unfortunately he's recently put off writing due to personal matters, but you can find many of his work here.
Despite the limitless mischief that a ten-year-old boy could achieve all on his own, Bart Simpson decided that he just wanted to relax. He stepped out of the Androids Dungeon and lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. It was too nice a day to be cramped up inside the house. With his bag of newly purchased comics held tightly in his fist, Bart dropped his skateboard to the sidewalk. He placed one foot on its flat, horizontal surface and pushed himself down the street.
This was Bart Simpson's perfect Saturday. Homer and Marge had taken Maggie out for the day, and Lisa had gone down to the library to work on a book report. With the exception of his grandfather sleeping on the couch in front of the fireplace, Bart had the place to himself. He had no one to bother him, he could do what he pleased. The afternoon belonged to him. He had opened his piggy bank and stuffed his allowance into his pockets, planning to spend the afternoon leisurely reading the newest additions to his collection. By the time he got home, he wasn't surprised to see his grandfather still napping. Bart was very careful not to wake him up. He tip-toed passed him and snuck into the kitchen. Heading straight for the fridge, he was disappointed at the lack of Buzz Cola.
"Damn, I should've checked before I left. I could've stopped at the Kwik-E-Mart and picked some up." His eyes scanned the shelves, trying to find something to drink that wasn't his father's beer or bottles of chilled water. He finally settled on a few juice boxes reserved that were usually reserved for Lisa and Maggie.
"Oh well," he sighed as he pulled them from the fridge. "Sugar is sugar."
Deciding to relax in the shade, Bart pulled one of the old deck chairs across the yard and positioned it underneath his tree house. He ripped the straw on the first juice box from its packaging and jammed it into the small hole at the top. Bart lifted the straw to his lips took a sip. He picked up the first comic from his pile and let himself fall back into the seat. He took a moment to close his eyes and just enjoy the soft breeze that blew through the air. It was cool and relaxing, a welcome change to the warm and sunny day that bathed the town. He flipped open the cover of his first book, took another sip of juice, and began to read. His eyes darted back and forth over each panel, taking in both the story and artwork. He became absorbed in his comic, completely aware that he was being watched.
In the tree above him, hidden behind the safety and security of a large branch, two fairies looked down on the young boy. Their physical appearance was hidden behind the orb of soft light that their tiny bodies generated. All that could be seen was a pair of transparent insect-like wings that flapped graciously behind them. The sibling fairies boasted different lights around their bodies. The sister was soft yellow, while her brother was a deep purple. They watched as Bart took another drink from his juice box and turned the page of his book. They both glanced at each other and nodded, agreeing that the boy was going to be their next target. Slowly and carefully, they flew down through the tree branches and hid behind its large trunk. They waited to make sure they hadn't been seen. And then, after quietly counting to three, they flew towards the boy.
The purple fairy acted first, using his magic as he flew between Bart's face and the comic. Bart barely had to time to react to the strange creature that sat on his orange shirt. He dropped his juice box as he went to try and swat him away. But as he lowered his arm to grasp his comic, he realized that his clothes at vanished. His shirt, shorts, shoes and socks, even his underpants, they'd all disappeared from his body.
"Hey, what the hell?" he cried as he looked over himself. He was completely naked. He quickly covered his crotch with his book as he frantically looked around his chair. There was no sign of his clothes anywhere. They weren't on the ground, they weren't by the front door, he couldn't even see them up in the branches of the tree. They had simply disappeared. Bart almost leapt out of the chair. Even though he was in the privacy of his backyard, he still kept his book over his crotch. His comics and juice box lay forgotten on the grass as he ran for the back door. His eyes were glued onto the entrance to the house. He felt his legs moving beneath him, yet the door didn't seem to be getting any closer. He looked down and realised he why he wasn't moving. His bare feet were at least an inch off the ground. The naked boy was suspended in the air, unable to move from the spot he floated above.
"What the hell is going on here?" Bart was starting to panic. First his clothes vanished and now he was floating. The yellow fairy floated around him and hovered right in front of his eyes.
"Did you do this?" Bart demanded to know. "Put me down right now!" Bart swung his free hand to try and grab the strange creature. But no matter how hard he tried, the fairy effortlessly avoided his grasp. The comic fell from Bart's crotch as he tried to swing with his other arm. He watched it wall to the ground beneath his feet, realizing what he had done as soon as he lifted his hand.
"Well... great," he sighed in defeat. He just let his body hang in the air for a moment, mourning the loss of his last shred of dignity. He folded his arms across his chest and looked up at the yellow fairy.
"What do you want?" he asked. The fairy said nothing as she flew into his arm. Bart felt a soft sting as she harmlessly bounced off his limb.
"Ow..." Bart hissed before he felt the warm grass beneath his feet. Looking down and seeing that he'd been returned to the ground, Bart started to run towards the door again.
The back door to the house was getting closer and closer. He was so close. 'Almost there...' the boy thought. His outstretched hand was inches away from the brass doorknob, yet he didn't seem to be getting any closer.
"Oh no, not again." Bart groaned as he looked down. His feet were still on the ground, but his whole body seemed to be frozen in place. He couldn't move his fingers to grasp the doorknob, he couldn't move his legs to bring him closer, and he couldn't move his head as the fairies floated into his view. For the first time in a long while, Bart actually felt scared. He had no idea what was happening, what these things were or what they were doing to him. A voice rung through Bart's head that sent a shiver down his spine.
_ 'Enjoy your change. We'll see you soon.'_
The two fairies flew up into the air, abandoning the naked boy to his fate. Bart wanted to cry for help and scream for his grandfather until his throat was sore. He was terrified. He just wanted to run inside and hide from the world. After what felt like minutes, Bart began to feel... odd. All over his body, he no longer felt normal. The feeling seemed to spread though every inch of his body, yet starting from no particular spot at the same time.
He started to feel his dick shrink. Realizing he could control his eyes, he glanced down between his legs. His yellow penis wasn't just getting smaller, it was retracting. He watched helplessly as his body seemed to absorb his boyhood member and testicles.
'No, no no no no no!' he screamed in his mind. When the tip of his penis vanished, the small slit was all that remained. Out of his sight, Bart felt himself... open? His eyes went wide as he realized what was happening. His dick was gone, but he felt something else between his legs. The slit had started to grow and expand, almost as if an invisible knife was cutting him open. Puffy virgin lips formed his new pussy as a little bump popped up above it.
'Oh God, no. Please, stop this. SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, HELP!'
Bart started to feel something protruding from the base of his spine. It was poking at his skin from the inside; stretching it as it tried to force it's way out. The pain wasn't excruciating, but it was unpleasant. Whatever it was that was trying to come out of him, he could feel it jab and poke at his skin over and over again before it finally seemed to break through. Bart tightly closed his eyes as whatever it was started to grow. Hundreds of long, thick hairs were simply unfurling into existence from the base of his spine. He could feel them brush over the back of his legs as they grew, and Bart realized with horror what was suddenly growing from his back.
"It's a tail. Oh shit, I'm growing a tail.'
The next signs of movement came from his hands and feet, but not in the usual way. Bart watched with horror as the gaps between his fingers slowly vanish. It was almost as if they were all joining together into a large stump on the end of his hand. He looked down at his feet, watching helplessly as his toes seemed to merge together. He struggled to bend his fingers to try and break free. But even if he could move, he wouldn't have been able to. The bones beneath his skin had absorbed the joints in his knuckles. They simply weren't there anymore. There were no longer any joints he could bend. His hands and feet were no longer human. They began to change colour, his once yellow skin turning into a dirty, yet almost shiny, bronze. They felt hard, solid and heavy. Bart no longer had hands and feet on the end of his arms and legs. He had hooves.
It was at this point where Bart noticed his skin began to change. The tiny hairs on his arm were becoming thicker and much more prominent. He watched as his skin turned from yellow into a light shade of blue. His bones began to change and stretch inside his flesh, forcing his body into its new shape. By not of his own will, Bart felt his body being moved into his new position. All four of his new hooves were placed on the ground as his arms became forelegs, while his torso expanded to a much bulkier size.
Bart was able to see himself in the reflection of the window. Aside from his face, there was nothing left of his original body. Everything had changed. Light blue fur had covered his yellow skin, a tail had grown out of the base of his spine, his hands and feet were now hooves, and a gentle gust of wind reminded him of the new pussy between his legs below his embarrassingly enlarging butt cheeks.
In his reflection, Bart watched as his blond spiky hair began to change its color. This was the start of his final transformation. His hair became a light shade of pink as it started to grow out his neck. As he watched himself change, he realized that his own memory of himself was starting to fade. He couldn't remember the clothes he dressed in, or why he was outside at all. He could see a family photo hanging on the wall though the window. Bart recognized his own face in the middle of the photo, but the four people surrounding him no longer looked familiar.
'Who is that small girl with the thing in her mouth? Oh, what's it called? And why does that lady have such tall hair? And who is that boy in the middle?' Bart glanced back at his reflection before he realized he was starting to forget himself.
'That's... me? But I don't look like that.'
Bart no longer felt the pain or discomfort of his transformation. He watched in the window as his head began to change. His ears started to slide up towards the top of his skull with his eyes, while his nose and lips began to form his new muzzle.
'Bart Simpson,' he thought over and over_. 'My name is Bart Simpson. My name is Bart Simpson. My name is Bart Simpson'_ The blue fur grew onto Bart's new face as his new pink mane took shape on his new neck. He no longer recognized the face in the window looking back at him. Instead of a human boy, a light blue pony now stood in the back yard. He looked through the window at the framed photo on the wall and he struggled to focus on the spiky haired boy smiling in the centre.
'My name is Bart... Simpson? Sampson? Who... who is Bart? What's a name?' The final part of the transformation took the form of two large wings growing out of his back. With feathers as blue as the animal's fur, they stretched and folded into place beside Bart.
For the first time since the change began, Bart felt control return to his body. He didn't panic, he didn't run. Instead, a pleased whinny escaped his lips as he started to explore the back yard. The pony no longer had any memory of being a human boy, and it no longer focused or cared on the photo inside the house. This pony was a pony, and knew nothing more than that.
Bart Simpson was no more
*****
The Pegasus pony had no concept of time, and had no idea how long she was grazing in the yard for. But her head was lifted with the sound of the back door opening and a young voice calling out from the house.
"BART? ARE YOU OUT HERE?" The pony stopped and looked at the young girl as she stepped onto the grass. Wearing a red dress and matching shoes, the pony couldn't help but feel some sort of familiarly to her. Lisa turned her head and froze, only just noticing the new occupant in the back yard. It took her several moments to process the animal standing in front of her.
"Oh my God..." she whispered, bravely taking a step towards the Pegasus. Slowly and carefully, Lisa reached out her hand and hoped she wouldn't spook the animal. She smiled and sighed as her fingers came into contact with the horse's face.
"What... what a beautiful creature," Lisa had completely forgotten about her missing brother. She couldn't even remember why she was looking for him. She hugged the pony around her neck as she ran her fingers through its mane.
"My name's Lisa," the young girl smiled. "Do you have a name? Where'd you come from?" _ _
'Li... Lisa?' The name sounded vaguely familiar to the pony, but she couldn't remember where she'd heard it before. The girl ran her fingers along her fur as she circled her body.
"Oh, I see you're a filly," Lisa nervously chuckled as she caught a glance at the pony pussy and teats beneath the tail. Unable to hold herself back any more, Lisa grabbed her mane and pulled herself up onto the animal's back. Her feet slipped under the Pegasus' wings as she hugged her new friend once again.
"You wanna go for a ride girl?" Lisa asked. The filly nodded in excitement. With her wings spread, the Pegasus pony started to run towards the wooden fence at the opposite end of the yard. A simple flap was all it took for the animal to take flight into the sky above Springfield, taking her new friend and passenger with her.