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“Yeh din’ think we only just sell ta HUMAN customers here, did ye?” Lexi’s Creepy Boss chortled as her stunned eyes glazed over in sudden acceptance of her utterly bizarre new reality. Her blank face nodded.
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See comment section below for a lovely lewd TG TF BE corruption etc story a very generous anon is writing
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Background Pony #122E
I’m not into the whole TG thing, but I do love the idea of ponies (even anthro ones) dealing with terrifying eldritch beings.
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Looks good to me so far. I’d say it’s a lot more more mental TF or corruption than straight-up mind break at this point.
Got most of 5.5 already written, making minor adjustments. Went with a different spin on the image since it’s an earth pony. Added a snippet about her mom’s reaction that day, and stuck Lexi’s morning after there so it wouldn’t clutter up the next part. Even added some minor continuity now that image 6 is up.
I’ve got an idea off the beaten path for 6, but I’m not sure I want to commit to it yet. We’ll see.
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  1. Thanks! Got to admit, this has been a wild ride so far. Never thought my one-shot comment fic would turn out like this.
  2. Am background pony. No edit. I already started scribbling out a tentative “Part 5.5” to attach to this picture (short, dream stuff after Lexi got home and fell asleep on the couch). I’ll try and work in a bit of the conversation.
  3. Boo on the lock-out. Yay for stockpiling. Also, I’m really impressed with the consistency of tone across all these things. Generative AI is such a crapshoot when it comes to that.
    About how much farther do you think we can take this? I’ve been shooting for a gradual ramp-up and figured Lexi would wind up with quite, uh, developed proportions and such. Somewhere between four and ten? More? Any fitting scenes outside the toy shop we could include?
Can’t wait for the next one to drop.
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Other way around in this set. It’s the job doing the LSD to the employees!
Part 5
Spoilers: suggestive, mind stuff, vulgarity, generally dark themes
Lexi’s mom noticed. And she disapproved. Of all the things that happened to her, why’d it have to be this one that pierced the Someone Else’s Problem field? Lexi wanted to curl up into a little ball, but there’d been enough of that already this morning. After her mom dropped off the blanket, pillow, and the food for lunch and dinner, Lexi spent the next twelve hours doing the nonsensical task of “inventory” on the nebulous stock of the creepy toy shop that reality forgot. Finally, at 10:30 pm, the ‘DO NOT REMOVE FROM STORE’ collar fell off to indicate that she’d satisfied whatever a full “inventory” meant. She kicked it spitefully under the register counter.
Lexi took her supplies into the stock room, sat on a well-worn crate, and scarfed down most of everything. Both apples, both carrots, she crunched her way through half a canister of steel-cut oats and then started inhaling spoonfuls of her favorite calorie bomb, peanut butter. This day demanded that she neglect good dietary habits; heck, the process of sprouting these massive embarrassments in her shirt probably cost more in sugar and protein than she could consume in a week. Or at least that’s what she told herself when she got to the bottom of the peanut butter jar.
Scanning the room while cleaning off the spoon greedily, Lexi spotted a promising box in the corner. Happy Nap Hammock - Great Dreams Guaranteed! it proclaimed. Had to be better than sleeping on the floor. Opening it with her trusty pocket knife, she attached the ropes to two sturdy wall shelves and placed her pillow at one end. Kicking off her shoes, she carefully mounted the swaying canvas and was asleep before she could even reach for her blanket.
Lexi felt relaxed, stress-free, and secure. Then she heard them. “Lexi, I’m sorry I’ve been driving you so hard. You don’t deserve it. From now on I won’t pressure you into anything, and I certainly won’t judge you. You’ve had it so rough, but I’m here for you no matter what. Nothing could make me disapprove of you,” her mother said.
“Hey kiddo, I’m so ashamed I walked out on all of you. I regret every day of it. I want to be part of this family again. You’re a wonderful kid, I’m so proud of you. Starting today, I want to earn your respect back,” her dad said as he pulled her into a sincere hug.
“Hey man, long time no see!” said Darius, her best bro since boarding school. “We can hang out in my dad’s game room, he just installed every console generation and said we can use them whenever we want.”
“Miss Lexi the Magical Unicorn,” said a bratty young girl with thick glasses and a green plastic tiara, “I changed my mind. I think Lexi is the prettiest name ever! You always dress pretty, too!”
“Lass, ya been through hell an’ it’s all me own fault. By way o’ apology, I’ma give you back yer name and tell the judge ta clear them charges. No strings attached.”
“My name?” Lexi asked Creepy Boss. Then it all flooded back… she had her original name taken away a few days ago and has gone by Lexi the Magical Unicorn (Lexi for short) ever since! She… she couldn’t remember what it was but she definitely remembered it wasn’t Lexi. “What was it? What was it?” she asked.
“Yer real name, lassie, it be-” Lexi’s ears rotated fully forward to receive this secret information.
“WAKE UP YA WOBBLY-TOPPED SHE-BEAST!”
Lexi jerked awake, spilling out of the hammock and sprawling onto the stock room floor with a rude impact all in one graceless motion. The cold concrete surface stung one of her newly enlarged breasts, which had slipped free of the tight tank top in the fall. She crammed it back in angrily and sat up to see Creepy Boss looming in the doorway. “What the hell? What time is it?”
“It be near to the witchin’ hour, girlie. Since ye’r already on premises, we got a special request. Put these on, tag first.” His thick arm tossed something bright in the harsh limited-spectrum lighting, leaving after-image trails due to the annoying flicker. Still groggy, Lexi let it land on her lap. There was a white shirt with a collar and a strange, twisting symbol. Clipped to it was a badge that said ‘TRAINEE’. The shirt, she realized, looked several sizes too small for her since yesterday morning’s incident.
“I can’t wear this,” she protested. “Look what your shitty hell-store did to me yesterday!” she said, pointing to her burgeoning bust. “I want my body back the way it was!” Although she had only a very fuzzy idea of what ‘the way it was’ referred to anymore, with all the things she couldn’t quite remember these days.
“It was still ta’day, technic’ly” he pointed out. “Inventory’s always risky, but it goes with ta job. Badge first,” he repeated.
Too tired and too taxed by the emotional roller coaster of the last day to marshal a more articulate argument than “GRAAAAAAAAH,” Lexi took the badge and clipped it to the front pocket of her shorts. Creepy Boss smiled.
“A’ight Trainee, lissen up! This be the way it is!” he shouted, causing Lexi’s whole body to go rigid in attention. “Ferst, there ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ the blessin’ o’ Eye Candy, y’see? Ain’t no shame ta show off what they be likin’ and no shame in it bein’ liked. In retail, anything ta draw a customer’s eyes favorably? That be good. So be very glad fer what goods ya got, an tha’s tha lesson.”
Lexi the Trainee’s face was slack and her expression a complete blank as Creepy Boss imparted the Lesson. The words he spoke slipped into the folds of her brain and seeped into the space between her neurons, firmly planted, and reshaping some of her earlier misconceptions. When he finished with the Lesson she blinked back to consciousness as the door to her mind shut once more. Thinking about what he said, it all made sense. Heck, she had porn folders full of big-breasted women. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, right? There was nothing wrong with having them, or having them looked at. People liked it. And it would be better for business. In fact, she felt lucky to have these things (and not just because it could have been some other body part that bloated up). For the first time, Lexi felt like this weight on her chest was actually a weight off her shoulders. Might even be the first good thing that happened to her in weeks.
“Now change into tha shirt, lassie,” Creepy Boss urged.
Lexi looked at the shirt doubtfully. The weird symbol on its left breast seemed to shift with the light, like one of those hologram stickers. “What’s this for?” she asked.
“I’ll tell ya in a bit, jus’ hurry up. We ain’t got all night.”
Lexi sighed, and set the shirt in the hammock while she pulled off her tank top. Creepy Boss watched as her bust flopped and jiggled freely, but Lexi didn’t mind. It was nice to have her great new rack get some appreciation at last, just as he’d said it would. Then she lifted the tiny white shirt up, carefully slid it past her horn, pushed her arms through the sleeves, and pulled it down over that rack. It was a very tight fit; as she guessed, the shirt was too small for the size she was now and she couldn’t manage to tug it all the way down to her hips. Some hair fell down in front of her face while she struggled, and she noticed it was now a shimmering rainbow spectrum just like the symbol on the shirt.
“Tha’s a good lass. Now, march out into tha store. It be time enough fer our customer ta get here, and ya need ter wear yer badge fer this’en. Trust me on that.”
Lexi nearly shut down as she walked through the door. “What happened to the shop?” she asked. “It’s gotten worse!”
“That ain’t the shop, girlie. That be our customer,” Creepy Boss said as he shoved past her. They were facing a wall of rainbow-colored, amorphous flesh in all directions. None of the normal store could be seen past the register counter. Everything was wriggling tendrils, bobbing orbs, glassy eyes of every color, and thick snakes of the same uniformly differentiated color. All of it rising, melting, bubbling, and changing constantly. Things that looked like huge mouths opened and closed in the background, but getting a firm sense of perspective was impossible. They could be miles high, or merely inches. Lexi’s mind couldn’t grab onto any of it long enough to estimate.
“That’s our customer?” she shouted. “What did you do to him? What did this place do to him?”
“Calm down, lassie. Ain’t nothin’ out o’ the ordinary.”
“YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!” she cried at the lumpy ogre who owned the shop for daring to tell her what ‘ordinary’ meant.
“Trainee, lissen up!” he fired back, sending her body rigid like an antenna again.
“Yeh din’ think we only just sell ta HUMAN customers here, did ye?” Lexi’s Creepy Boss chortled as her stunned eyes glazed over in sudden acceptance of her utterly bizarre new reality. Her blank face nodded.
“That symbol ye’r wearing lets ya see and interact with ‘em, ya can’t do it otherwise. So yer job here is ta ask the customer what it wants, see if we got it in stock, and ring up a charge. Same as always. That be tha lesson.”
Lexi the Trainee’s mind instantly absorbed this new information seamlessly. When the Lesson ended, she blinked back to the world beyond Creepy Boss’s words and was confronted with the indescribable again. But it wasn’t indescribable, it was just a customer.
“Um, hi. I’m Lexi the Magical Unicorn, Lexi for short,” she said. “Can I help y-”
“Nah, lassie! They can’t hear you from outside. These types, they grow ‘round vents in space-time, surrounding them. Their mouths be deep inside. Ya gots ta go in there and talk where it can her ya.”
“IN there?” she repeated. She’d seen enough hentai to know where this was going.
“Yep, now go on wit’ ya! It can’t exist her fer more’n a few dozen minutes. It’s yer job, lass.”
So that’s how Lexi found herself half crawling, half ferried along through a pile of rainbow tentacles and sacs, deeper into the customer’s interior. At least it wasn’t slimy, just oddly frictionless; she felt like a frying egg in a non-stick pan demonstration. It was clear that she was being helped along by whatever this customer was, its random assortment of shifting structures snaking around her and pulling, pushing, or ramping her. And yes, it sure felt a lot like one of those hentai and that was all she could think about the entire way in. All the contact, the jostling, the slick rubbing, she had to admit it was a lot of… stimulation. It didn’t help that the body(?) parts ranged in size from tree trunk to paintbrush bristles, and they all seemed to want verification that she was indeed one shapely unicorn.
After quite a journey, several twisted masses of ropy tendrils fully enclosed each of her limbs and she was brought into an open chamber, the walls of which were all of the same substance or… being. In the center was a huge sphere, its surface translucent and oil-slick iridescent, and at the center of the sphere was what looked like a blazing star.
HELLO, 4LING! she heard ringing in her head. The bubble shifted and closed with the message, as though it was an eyelid blinking… or a set of lips, opening and closing in speech, but completely surrounding the interior of the star bubble.
“F-fourling?” she asked nervously as the thing suspended her from her arms and legs, drawing closer to the star bubble.
TIME-HEIGHT-WIDTH-DEPTH, 4LING. I AM FROM ABOVE-BELOW-AROUND. I HAVE A REQUEST OF YOUR ESTABLISHMENT, the thoughts blasted into Lexi’s brain, somehow intelligible as the starbubble’s interior lip-membrane flapped in time with them.
“Uh, what can I get for you?” she asked, pulling her thighs closer together nervously.
DO YOU CARRY CALL OF WARFARE 26, GAME OF THE YEAR EDITION?
“… we’re a toy store,” she said flatly, almost unable to believe what she’d just been asked.
OH. SO YOU DON’T… YOU DON’T SELL VIDEO GAMES?
“Uh, I can check with the manager? Crap, I forgot my phone,” she realized, remembering that her phone was still in her purse, back in the stock room.
SAY ‘NINE’ TO DIAL OUT, the entity thought to her. Lexi felt a warm tentacle press into her right ear, and another one coil gently around her throat. “N-nine! Uh…” and then she recited the store’s business number, feeling her voice transmitted into the substance of the thing gently cradling her neck. Creepy Boss picked up on the first ring.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Hey, Boss? He- uh, it… it wants to know if we carry Call of Warfare 26?”
GAME OF THE YEAR-
“Game of the Year Edition,” Lexi corrected herself. “Do we, like, have that in stock?”
“Well, lassie, seein’ as we’re a toy shop and not an Electronics Boutique, the answer ta that be No,” he said slowly and condescendingly, as if talking to an imbecile.
“Sorry, we don’t carry them I guess,” Lexi relayed to the entity that had her engulfed within itself.
NO, I’M SORRY. IT WAS MY MISTAKE, I SHOULD HAVE CHECKED ONLINE FIRST. WELL, BACK YOU GO. THANK YOU VERY MUCH, 4LING.
“Wait, you’re not going to…” Lexi blushed. “Uh, I mean… I thought tentacle monsters all… y’know…”
OH NO NO NO NO, 4LING. COMMON MISCONCEPTION. LOOK, WHILE THOSE VIDEOS ARE A POPULAR EXPORT FROM YOUR 4TIMESPACE, THEY’RE NOT FOR EVERYONE. WHILE I APPRECIATE A WELL-DRAWN TENTACLE DEMON, SEEING ALL THOSE HUMANS IN IT JUST RUINS IT FOR ME. NO OFFENSE.
“None taken?” Lexi said, vaguely offended anyway.
WELL, I’VE GOT TO BE GOING. IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU, SIR OR MADAM OR OTHER. The star in the middle of the oily bubble brightened, filling Lexi’s vision but not painfully so. She felt her limbs free up, her bare feet land tip-toe on the ground, and the light faded until she was back in the familiar weirdness of the toy shop. She blinked, and turned to Creepy Boss.
“Well, can’t be helped. Can’t sell what ye don’t stock. A’ight lass, get changed and get yer hobo camp out o’ my stock room. I’ll do yer time sheets and lock up,” he said. “And be here bright ‘n early ta’morrow. Friday afternoon’s always busy.”
“Yeah, okay. Thanks,” she said limply. She unclipped the ‘TRAINEE’ badge and struggled out of the white shirt with the weird symbol, handing it back to Creepy Boss. Her hair was still rainbow colored, and seemed to float oddly in random directions. She strutted with her permanent tip-toe gait, chest swaying unencumbered, back to the stock room. She squeezed into her tank top, slipped on her platform boots, rolled up the hammock and returned it to the shelf in its box, gathered up all her food and such in a bundle made from the blanket, then pulled her phone out of the purse to hail a ride share.
It was 1 am when Lexi walked back into her apartment. She dropped the bundle by the bedroom door, picked up her laptop, and sank into the sofa. Navigating to a password-protected folder, she opened up a video clip. The sound of erotic moaning filled her apartment before she lowered the player’s volume to something more private. Setting the laptop on the coffee table, she reached between her legs… and her fingers didn’t find what they were instinctively trying to curl around. She blinked, then looked down. Instead of her lap, her gaze met some extremely generous cleavage.
“Oh… yeah, that tracks,” she muttered, annoyed that she was somehow bad at masturbating all of a sudden. What did she expect to grip down there? “Ugh, it’s been a long day,” she said, closing the laptop lid. She felt aroused, confused, frustrated in several ways, but tired more than anything. Once again, she fell asleep on the sofa ruminating on how much of a mess her life had become. But she fell asleep remembering that she used to have another name.
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