"Now make me a pony! The prettiest pony there is!"
Seamstress nodded and threaded a nearby teen Nicole. She screamed and trashed in resistance, hands falling to the floor and turning into plush hooves. The change spread up her upper arms and thighs, soon she had to walk on all fours. It coated her backside in pink pink plush and eventually reached her head, making a full soft pony with a a horn out her head to grip onto.
"S-shit! I have to... have to run... run to my owner. Let her ride me. NO! I'm Nicole- Nicole...pony. I'm Nicole's pretty pony." It waddled over to mini nicole and bowed it's head, allowing her to get on. Now completely servile, Nicole had a brand new pony to get around with, she'd never have to put her pretty little shoes on the dirty floor again.
