Dirk considers the options and says, "Why don't we roll for our stats, and then distribute each dice a stat? It might be fun to have a random build." You nod, snatching the plastic cubes out of your friend's stubby fingers. "Let me show you how it's done -- if you pay attention, you might just learn something."
There are 8 dice, and 8 stat points to feed dice into. The categories are Horsepower (your strength), Cleverness Clovers (your cleverness, of course), Dressage (how much your character knows), Reining Power (your leadership stat), Pony Potential (your magic stat), Magical Friendship (your likeability), Mane Length (absolutely vital for the immersion of true connoisseurs, although the plebeian creators call this an optional value) and the new stat, simply called Erotic -- long demanded by fans, it is a necessity for true simulation of the romantic subplots.
You roll your dice, expecting high values, and frown sourly when your roll doesn't go your way. "I'm rerolling," you say to Dirk. "You can't! The stat roll is sacred! What would Goddess SparkleMane say if she saw you doing that?" You hang your head in shame -- a true gentleman honors his rolls. You survey the numbers in front of you, determined to make them work.
You have a 6, a 5, two 3s, and four 1s. (6-5-3-3-1-1-1-1) Not the greatest stat spread. You look at your Horsamurai abilities, and see that many require Horsepower. Being that your build is for brute strength, your character doesn't need much in the way of Cleverness Clovers or Dressage. You quickly decide to slide your 6 into the Horsepower category, and a 1 into the Cleverness Clovers and Dressage categories. Knowing that it will certainly improve your enjoyment of the roleplaying experience, you also slide your 5 into the Erotic category without regret.
As soon as the dice slide onto the paper, a green flash shoots out of the cubes and hits you square in the chest. Dirk's mouth is open in shock, and he jumps up from the card table. "Marty! Are you okay? What was that?!" You feel a strange sensation in your body - a rising heat that seems to be especially focused in your head and your cock, washing in waves through the rest of you. It feels like your whole body is made of warm ocean water. It feels good. You feel calm, an almost euphoric pleasure seeming to come over you.
Your clothes feel tight, feel like they're making you burn up. You strip off your t-shirt, feeling good as your hairy belly and round shoulders are exposed to the cool air of the basement. Your fedora falls off your head as you pull the tight garment over your head. "Uh, Marty? I thought you said that was only once... I don't really want to do that right now..." Dirk seems to be talking, but you can't really hear him. What he's saying barely makes sense, the only word you even really make out is your name. You pull down your filthy gym shorts and stained underwear, exposing your soft nub of a cock.
"Marty! MARTY! Put your clothes back on!" Dirk is trying to get your attention, but you just stare blankly at him, barely recognizing him. You grab your cock, and your chode responds instantly. You're not very suprised when your body starts to pulse, skin feeling tight and warm. Your arms, chest, and thighs seem to puff up. It's like you're a balloon! You start to chuckle to yourself, drool dripping from your open mouth onto your puny cock and jiggling belly. Muscles start to grow under your fat, giving you the appearance of a football guy a little past his prime. That's funny. You like cartoons, not sports. "Huh, huh, hyuk," you laugh softly, "sport bad."
Finally, the nice waves stop going all through your body, and you see that you're built like a cube now. Your weak shoulders and flabby arms lift off your hard, round pecs. It's kinda funny you can't put your arms all the way down too. Your big furry belly and big furry butt look the same, and you've still got the same squat cock and short stature. You rub a fat hand all over your hairy body, interested to see which parts are squishy and which parts don't squish as much. The other hand is still jerking off of course - it feels too good to stop. Your balls are really big now too, you think, smiling. That means you get to cum even more!
"I really good at game," you say to Dirk, "look! Made good character. Me lots smart."