Your eyes rest over the simplistic half mannequin head, admiring it's small squared pony muzzle, ridged ears. The whole mask half remains solid the eyes shut, mouth closed, nose with two black dots to indicate nostrils. Your eyes move as the mask floats closer, flipping around to show you the back, the color on the front continuing onto the back a very light brown with chunks and splotches of white and black giving a 'cookie dough' kind of color.

“I think it'll look cute on you.~”

Your attention draws away from the mask to the purple stallion who's horn glows dully. His smirk invites far more questions but you simply lack the time as your vision of him vanishes into the cookie dough coloring, darkness simply follows swallowing up your vision.

Limbs reach up as you try to speak out against the movement, you feel wet mush around your face, digits sink into the mass, you pull and try to slide off the mask as all it does is spread the mess. Your mouth is entirely covered and some has even pushed past your lips, thankfully there's no real taste to the suddenly wet substance dripping off your face.

The room beings to heat up, it's source somewhat hard to tell apart from the mild surprise or panic, or if the room is for some reason heating itself. Your digits keep trying to pull the mask off, arms brushing down against the sticky slop trying to at least smear it off. The substance clings to your shirt making it weigh heavy down on you, as though it where entirely waterlogged. On standing you simply feel gravity shift as though it means to purely spite you, a muffled chuckle comes from roughly the area the stallion was sitting. You manage to splatter the substance hanging off your front onto the floor while your arms keep trying to free your face, lungs start to feel the discomfort of not breathing.

On the stumble however you take a gasp and air seems to move through whatever substance the mask has become. Your mouth tries to get a feel for what exactly is there, but you sense nothing smeared on, eyes flick open with nothing resting over them though your vision is odd. The smiling stallion stares down at you with a knowing grin, but his fur looks more vibrate, his horn glowing much brighter then you last saw. The room's colors even seem more bright, for a few moments you look around at the small bedroom that you where just in before you remember that you're still dripping.

Your head tilts down as you look over your light brown, black and white spotted fur, your forelegs hang down over your belly as they normally do... You strain to think of what was just there a few moments ago, you had something at the end of your hooves that let you claw... Your hooves harden revealing a noticeable shift from fur to strong hoof as they become deep black in color. Twisting in your sitting/laying position reveals that you where right, that you don't normally have cookie dough colored fur.

The fur that rests around your skin seems to become fluid right at the edge as it pours over your rear, your hoof moves down and helps press and spread over your flanks as you focus on being normal. It takes about a minute as you completely coat your flanks and help your snow white cropped tail to re-appear... A little spurring of adrenaline pushes through your body as you realize you just have a normal pair of flanks, your rear legs easily being swallowed by the goo. Your mind pushes trying to remember the words for what you had just moments before but they seem just gone.

“Careful you don't want to think so hard you give yourself a headache.”

The purple stallion breaks the silence as you let out a huff, you easily stand on your new normal legs, wings fluffing out and spreading to make yourself look a bit bigger and more intimidating, eyeing the size of the other stallion you're roughly both the same size. You calculate out the rough speed you'd have to move to get the drop on him, if you can stop him from doing whatever he did to change you into yourself you might get him to turn you back into your normal you...

Your head swims a bit as you have to process how silly and weird that felt to think, you go to tell the stallion that you didn't ask for this when you clearly remember talking to him about a custom mask, the cookie colored fur, the pegasus body, the nearly pure white mane and tail. You clearly wanted to be this despite the fact this feels entirely normal, banal even.

“Something wrong Cuddle Fluff?~”

Your squared muzzle scrunches softly, as well, it seems your new normal name is Cuddle Fluff. A blush runs through you with such a... well lame name, you could have a cool name like Stormy Day, or something else... Your flanks feel warm with blush as well as a design appears on your cookie colored fur, a large squishy white cloud with a small red heart in the very middle.

“You look like someone took away your ability to talk dear~ I know it's a bit overwhelming for most ponies to become themselves but you should say something.”

Your mouth opens to speak as the unicorn's horn glows, your barrel starts to get squeezed in a bear hug and thoughts leave you. Eyes shut as you process the hold around your torso as you can feel the tenderness of the stallion's magic. Your hooves try to wrap around what should be there hugging you... Perhaps your name isn't that bad... Ears flick as you hear a hoof fall right in front of you, the magic holding your torso lets go and your senses return to the rest of your body. The stallion stands right in front of you, his muzzle rubs against the side of yours as you can't help but focus on the contact.

You somehow can feel the unexpected tenderness, the purple stallion's calm heartbeat, even the pulse of magic through his body as he gives you a soft kiss. Your short tail tries to curl backwards between your rear legs as his muzzle pulls from yours. Mouth hanging open you simply look back at the stallion staring at you in thought before his mouth moves again.

“However considering your special talent I think we could make some extra improvements...”

His smirk returns as magic starts to grasp all around you, your body lifts into the air as squeezing starts to push down all around you. Years of walking with your legs seems to sink into your wings as they push out growing larger, denser. The squeezing feels like an extreme massage, as your legs shorten, hooves become thinner, body smaller, your wings push out larger, mane and tail growing longer and longer. The magic eventually brings you back down to the floor as you now have to crane your head up, mane falling down over one eye. You're nearly half the stallion's size while now possessing a mane and tail that looks more appropriate on a mare.

“There we go, everything feel normal again Cuddle Fluff?~”

You giggle shyly behind your long mane, dainty, paint-able hooves playing with the end of your locks. Nothing seems anymore out of normal as your large wings fold back up, the feathers sharing your speckled fur color.

“Ah... I don't think so Sir... My hooves look like they had their polish removed but everything else seems normal... I'm glad to help keep everypony happy!~”

“Good boy~”

Your heart flutters softly as the stallion turns around, your large wings unfold and do one flap as you land with your dainty weight onto the purple stallion as you get ready to cheer up any pony and anyone who isn't a pony yet.