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**TRAINSFORMATION


**Written by DistressedJellyfish@FA / StressedJelly@SoFurry

Spangle’s birthday is coming up, and the doe can’t think of any better way to spend it than buying a discounted ticket from the new Trainsformation Rail to surprise her beloved girlfriend, Inky, with an unannounced visit.

Inky’s girlfriend’s birthday is coming up, and the squid can’t think of any better gift than surprising her beloved girlfriend, Spangle, with an unannounced visit. She snaps up a discounted ticket from the new Trainsformation Rail, and sets off.

Written as a companion piece to this piece by chinscruff@FA.

This story contains inanimate transformation, specifically into a train. While not sexually explicit, it is not intended for an audience under the age of 18.

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Spangle fidgeted with her phone, hoof-tipped fingers clacking against the screen as she triple-checked the app to make sure she hadn’t grossly misremembered the departure time listed on her ticket within the last five minutes.

She’d saved what she could, skimping on small treats throughout the past few months to be able to give herself the best birthday gift she could imagine – finally getting to see her beautiful girlfriend face-to-face.

The doe fought to not check her ticket again as the line she stood in slowly crept forwards towards the registration booth. Security was tighter than was necessary on other rail lines – Trainsformation Rail was still new, still something that was regarded with as much suspicion as it was wonder.

Finally, at the front of the line, Spangle offered her phone to the clerk, who absentmindedly scanned the QR code before pausing. Anxiety twisted in her gut, but the hesitation didn’t last longer than a second.

"You're the engine for today," the clerk remarked, more a statement than a question as they waved a hand at a gate on their left. "This way, please."

Spangle walked on nervous hooves, pushing through the flimsy gate, trying to ignore the stares she was sure she could feel on the back of her neck. There wasn’t anything that marked this as where the transportation went – but no one else had come this direction, either.

Her security checks were quick – with how she was about to be indisposed, there was little need to send her through things like the full-body scanners one could find at airports. Spangle was glad to be spared the indignity, even as she lightly chewed at her lip as an employee performed a cursory bag check.

This was all progressing faster than she had thought, and as the time approached her gut was twisting with nervous excitement.

After security, she was led back to a section of tracks, sheltered by a windowless building. A set of massive doors blocked the way out, hiding whatever – whoever – sat on the tracks from public view until the hydraulics pushed them open.

Spangle swallowed, then stepped with careful hooves onto the track. A moment passed, then two, as she found herself… unsure of what she was intended to do to trigger the change.

It was then that sensation sparked up her spine, a nearly electric jolt running through her body, and a blink later her form was rapidly increasing in size. Her height was far outstripping the width of her frame, torso lengthening as her hooves pulled away from her arms.

There wasn't much in the empty train shed to compare herself to, to be able to get a sense of just how big she was growing. What was obvious was that the tracks beneath her hooves no longer felt so wide. It wouldn't take multiple steps to cross anymore – if she trusted herself to be able to move as other changes began.

Soon, she became unbalanced, a long body precariously balanced on legs not built for it. Spangle wobbled, instinctively fighting to remain upright even as her still-expanding bulk tried to pull her downwards.

Her center of gravity shifted. Alarm sparked through her, the doe throwing her arms out in front of her to catch herself even as the motion itself felt alien. She made contact with the tracks below her, her drastically lengthened midsection brushing the cool metal.

Spangle swallowed, eyes fixed on her changing hands. Her fingers had pulled inwards, her palms oddly round and misshapen as her arms fought to lock into place, fully outstretched. It was – odd. To see the dull shine of her nails shift, rapidly becoming reflective as they changed to cold metal. She could feel it happening to her legs, too – joints shifting past each other as they braced her form against the tracks, muscles being replaced with suspension even as she continued to stretch longer and longer.

She fought to pull herself up, core straining as she pulled her hands – there wasn’t much of them now, nearly no features that would distinguish them as such, other than the memory of what they were moment before – trying to catch a glimpse of the rest of her form.

Bending to look was growing increasingly difficult, even as she forced herself to maintain the posture. She was so, so long - more of a strange, misshapen snake than anything resembling the doe she'd been before. Spangle shuddered as her fur began to meld into her skin, beginning the transition to the composite shell it would soon become.

The length of her was pulling itself up off the track, additional wheels twisting themselves free of muscle and skin to settle against the metal below. She had long passed the length in which only two axles were enough to support her growing bulk. Spangle's mind grappled with the sensation, still trying to categorize the wheels that used to be her hands and feet as limbs, even as new ones fit themselves underneath her carriages.

As it did so, her usually delicate muzzle begun to morph, the shape rounding out into a rounded, blunt cone as her jaw became stiff and unyielding, nostrils sealing themselves shut. Spangle's tongue became thick and heavy, drawing her attention away from her still-lengthening form. It was mildly uncomfortable, but only in the way that unfamiliar new sensations tend to be. The muscle responded sluggishly to her attempts to wiggle it before it stopped entirely, fusing to the insides of her mouth even as her lips began to merge together.

The doe blinked, flexing what she could of her jaw as it, too, stopped responding quickly to her commands. It wouldn't be long before it was immobile. Even as the thought passed through her mind, a blink – something she rarely had to think about – drew her attention. The motion was sluggish, and her next blink took concerted effort. Something about it felt odd, and as she blinked again, chasing the sensation, her eyelids refused to move. Time stretched longer as her eyes remained locked open, the unpleasant burn of too much time between blinks never coming.

Without any sort of mirror, it was impossible to tell what her eyes looked like then. She couldn't help but wonder – were they growing glassy and transparent? Were they beginning to morph into the windshield that her conductor would view the track through?

Her changing form fought her attempt to shudder, the sensation ripping her attention away from her musing. Whatever remained of her organs were twisting, moving into new forms to accommodate the passengers and luggage she'd shortly be carrying even as she continued to grow. Feeling oneself hollow out, no matter how safe the Trainsformation company touted their technology as being, was disconcerting.

Fortunately, it didn't last long.

It only took a few moments before the internal shifting ceased. Spangle instinctively tried to draw in a deep breath, only for her thoughts to stutter to a stop when what used to be her chest refused to expand. As moments passed, what used to be the doe's chest never grew tight, nothing forcing her to try and gasp for a breath.

She had changed enough to no longer need to breathe.

Spangle couldn't see what she looked like, not anymore, as her bulk forced her old hands back down to the track, her new, aerodynamic nose almost uncomfortably close to the ground with her new perspective. Even so, she could tell that the transformation was beginning to peter out and come to an end.

An employee stepped into view, a warm hand laid upon the cold surface of her side, tracing it as they ducked beneath to ensure that the mechanics beneath Spangle had formed correctly. It was small against her new bulk, the nearly unnoticeable warmth lingering as the hand drifted across her. They walked the length of her, and Spangle found herself wishing desperately that this company had installed any sort of reflective surface within the train shed.

The hand left her side, and the doors to the shed began to creak open. Her engines kicked on, sending a relentless, humming energy throughout all her carriages. If she could, Spangle would be pacing in a bid to release it, but instead she simply crept down the tracks.

The platform wouldn't be far. It wouldn't be that much longer before she could finally see Inky — just a couple days of travel and they would finally be together.

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On the other side of the world, unbeknownst to either of them, Inky was experiencing something nearly identical — a special, discounted train ticket so she could surprise her girlfriend. Trainsformation Rail was a worldwide endeavor, even as new as the venture was. They claimed to easily break the laws of physics, but its proponents claimed there was absolutely nothing to fear.

Soft, shiny tentacles turned into shiny chrome as she wobbled, landing on the track in her newfound form as a sleek, pink train. As she was driven around the station to a loading platform, Inky spotted her reflection in some nearby glass.

Somehow, she'd managed to keep her bow, the pink fabric still adorning what used to be the top of the squid's head. Her tentacles had fused with her body, but had been imprinted upon her shell as cute, swirling patterns across her paint.

As she lost sight of the polished glass, Inky couldn't help but mentally preen. She made for cute train. As she waited at the loading platform for her passengers, she cast her mind out to Spangle. Inky wished that her beloved doe could see her like this — or, even better, that Inky could see her as a train.

There was no way that Spangle would be anything but the best, cutest train that Inky had ever seen — but what were the chances that that wish would ever come true?

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The two pelted down the tracks, wind whipping across their hard composite shells as they ate the ground beneath them. With every moment they grew closer and closer together, even as neither was aware.

The speed at which they were traveling was exhilarating. It shouldn't have been a surprise — both Spangle and Inky were fully aware that bullet trains traveled at immense speeds — but it was something else to feel it.

The world around them had turned into a blur of shapes, their vision only able to focus on objects close to them for mere instants before they would vanish. The distant landscape was the only thing that changed slowly enough to appreciate, and even that didn't last very long.

They raced across the landscape, the weather shifting as they traveled the vast distance separating them. The sun warmed the surface of the train cars that now composed their bodies, and mere hours later their windshields were pelted with rain.

Somehow, despite the ocean between them, neither tasted the sea-spray.

The only thing on their minds was seeing their girlfriend, as quickly as possible.

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The day's travel was over quickly, and yet, not quickly enough. For both women, the only thing on their mind was their girlfriend as they were slowly shuttled over to storage.

It was another day's worth of travel to arrive at their destinations, but most of their passengers had disembarked halfway. It was the quiet space between night and morning, where the world finally quieted. There was a hush that lay over the station — too late for late night trains, but still too early for the morning travelers.

While the transformed engines didn't feel any physical fatigue, the long day had taken its mental toll. They would be given some time to rest and recuperate, before being checked over to make sure the magic keeping them within their current forms was still functioning correctly.

The few hours' rest before setting back out and completing their respective journeys sounded as blissful as it was agonizing. Even as both Spangle and Inky craved the break, they were both so, so close to finally seeing their partner and the delay stung.

As Inky was shuttled forward, she noticed there was another train in front of her. A train that looked very, very familiar… she knew that shade of brown, from the pictures she'd stared at longingly, from the late hours spent on video calls.

That was —

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Inky? The thought sent a thrill down Spangle's long form, sparking across the connections between passenger cars.

Spangle wished so badly that she could rush over to the suspiciously pink train, but the tracks beneath her wheels only went in one direction. She did her best to watch for the other train's form, longing to get a better look.

Slowly, the two grew closer. The stretch of tracks where engines rested for the night sprawled in front of them both.

Inky's form grew closer and closer with every passing moment. Spangle traced the tracks they both rode upon with her eyes, delight suffusing her form.

They were on the same track.

They were on the same track.

The two grew closer and closer, speed slowing to a crawl as they were to be parked for the evening. Even as the distance between them disappeared, it was becoming rapidly apparent that they were moving too quickly, each engine still carrying too much momentum to stop in time.

They collided.

It was strange, nearly painless as unfeeling metal meet unfeeling metal, momentum bleeding off the engines as they could suddenly move no further. The impact traveled Spangle's whole length, her wheels shuddering against the rail beneath her, her cars stumbling to a stop as they pressed together — something that almost felt like a shiver down her spine.

Long moments passed before the reverberations of the two's meeting abated, leaving each pressed against the other. Spangle stared at the pink train, watched the recognition flare in what was left of the other engine's eyes, the same thrill running through them both. It was her — it truly hadn't just been just wishful thinking — Inky was here, and they were finally together.

This was not how Spangle expected the trip to go, but as she rested upon the tracks, nose pressed to her beloved girlfriend's in a chaste kiss, relaxing into the touch as the power to her engine were cut for the night — she couldn't bring herself to regret it.