Unnamed pony #1297231 ushered back the crowd. "Alright, alright, stand back now y'all. I can feel it coming. I can feel it in my bones. Stand clear until the transformation is done. All y'all here have paid already, yeah?"
There was a general murmur of agreement.
"Good. Can't let anybody else find us out here. Now then. Please wait patiently while I morb."
"What."
"Transform! I meant transform."
The full moon emerged from behind the clouds. The mare screeched in unholy tongues as her frame grew larger, bulkier, and more metallic in composition.
I could do a big funny and write a detailed transformation sequence of a pony turning into a warehouse right here, right now.
Screwit it's 2 am I'll do it.
Her eyes widened with an unnatural glow, growing in size and migrating outward with the widening of her face. They flickered for a moment before settling in their new positions as lights on either side of what was once her muzzle--now a massive garage door. Her jaw thickened and lowered as it planted itself into the ground, literally cementing itself as a solid floor formed where flesh once existed.
An earsplitting crack reverberated through the forest as her body hollowed out and solidified. For reasons called "I'm keeping this fic rated E", a magical miasma rose up around her, concealing her form until the transformation was complete.
"Oh sweet, a warehouse!"
The stallion behind the producer of that quip smacked them across the face. "You watched that mare turn into the warehouse. C'mon, let's get our boat out already."
wtf did I write