>Shock and terror
>You can feel your heart pounding at the speed of light, ready to burst out of your chest and slither away into a new crevice
>Information floods each and every one of your senses, tingling and touching each individual nerve
>Your sight is blurry yet clear, you're constantly seeing new colors and refocusing on nothing in particular
>Your ears detect both what you imagine sounds like the inside of a tornado and soft feet creeping on thick carpet, and everything in between
>The nose could smell the scent of gasoline, mint leaves and body odor
>The tongue cringed in fear from an unfamiliar hellish spice, intense sour, and heavenly sweet
>Your entire body was covered in a thick sheet of unbearable agony, and at the same time, pure nirvana
>In short, everything was FUBAR and you were too beyond thought to process the fact
>Maybe this is what hell is like
>Hell
>You can barely think beyond loose background noise and yet your mind has fixated itself on the word
>Hell and all it represents
>Agony
>Fear
>Distress
>Shock
>Your mind feels like it is being torn open and the contents examined with haphazard curiosity, as if an infant had found its way to a career in brain surgery 

>Light
>Blinding, bright light
>Your eyelids slam shut to hide from the invasive rays
>Birds chirp in the distance
>Something is rustling, in a soft and calming way
>A comfortable heat has enveloped your body
>Grass and flowers fill your nose
>You make an experimental slit between your eyelids, and find that the light is no longer so oppressive
>In fact, it's quite lovely
>The sun hangs high in the sky, towering above the tall blades of grass that mark the edges of your vision
>You try to move your arms, so you can pick yourself up
>Nothing happens
>Not that you really mind
>You can hardly remember the dream you were having, but you know it was miserable
>This is pleasant, a welcome change
>You turn your head to the side, and your eyes make out what appears to be a massive worm

>You dream of hospital beds and fluorescent lighting
>Ammonia smells and squeaking wheels
>When next you wake, you immediately shoot upright
>Taking in your surroundings, you see shining purple walls, and gold trimmed furniture that matched it
>Everything had a look like stained glass to it
>Or maybe gemstones
>Amethysts are the purple ones, right?
>If they are, then that's what the room looks like it's made of
>Wall to wall amethysts
>The floor and ceiling are a greyish blue, and shine just like the walls 
>Soft, silky blankets lay draped over your legs
>This is probably a bed
>Beds are a nice place to wake up in
>Two large windows sit on the wall behind you, with the bed sat right in the middle of them
>As you begin to get out of bed, you promptly trip over yourself and slam into the hard floor below
>As you flail, you knock over an out of place wooden nightstand that carried the cargo of a glass of water and a ceramic plate covered in hay
>The plate and glass shatter on the floor, and the cold ice water splatters all over your stomach, side and back
"FUCK!"
>The door on the opposite side of the room swings open, and a chubby, goofy looking purple lizard runs in
>He looks at you for a second
>"Uh, hi there. I'll... be right back, hehe..."
>And just like that, the little faggot dashes down the hall, screaming 'twilight', leaving you to help yourself back up and shiver over the puddle in your mysterious new room
>Which has an absurdly tall bed, you might add
>Something feels wrong
>You look down to notice stubby green legs ending in hooves of the same color
>Before you try to decipher what that could mean, a blinding pink flash fills the room and you stumble backwards and into the now-broken nightstand
"FUCK!"
>A much larger purple horse has appeared out of thin air
>And you feel the fresh chill of the floor ice once more, your body deciding without council from your mind to scream another
"FUCK!"
>You flop around on your back some more, crunching broken glass and ceramic shards into your skin
"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK SHIT ASS FUCK!"
>There's a tingling sensation covering your entire body as you lift into the air and your eyes are covered in a layer of transparent purple
>The glass and porcelain in your back are no longer being pushed between your flesh and the floor, but it hurts all the same, and you squirm as the stinging discomfort rocks your body
"Ooooohaaaaah shitfuck shit ass balls fuckfuckfu-"
>"Sweet Celestia, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" 
>Invisible pressure on your lips forces your pained expletives to become muffled nonsense
>You rotate in midair to face the purple pony that you now share the room with
>"I've never heard anypony with such a foul mouth, especially not a little filly like you!"
>You quiet down and the pressure on your mouth is gone and you raise your eyebrow
"Filly? The hell are you on about?"
>Your voice is noticeably feminine and you make a cute gasp 
>Your teeth clench together as the waves of pain begin to match the beat of your heart
>She rolls her eyes at that
>"Whatever, lets just go get you cleaned up before I have to wash your mouth out with soap."
"Nigga you ain't my mom, you ain't doing shit."
>The pressure returns and you immediately regret your words of spite
>Admittedly, you don't feel like picking shards out of your back alone, so maybe that wasn't the best course of action
>"Twilight! Is everything okay?"
>A purple and blue pony enters the room, followed by the same, albeit more visibly exhausted lizard from before
>Holy shit why is there so much purple
>The new one trots over to you and peeks around your back
>As you track her, you can't help but notice green, feathery wings sprouting from your back
>You can also rotate your head a lot more
>"Oh, you poor thing, how did you manage to do this?"
>You involuntarily flex them, as they appear to have fallen victim to the glass menace
>"That's what I blah blah blah blah blah blah."
>It takes serious concentration for you to move them on purpose, curling the wing tips as if they were fingers
>Are wings supposed to do that?
>"Blah blah blah blah blah blah."
>You feel a jolt of energy in the air around you and notice that you've begun to move
>It makes you a little queasy
"What are you doing? Where the hell are you taking me? Am I being detained?"
>"In case you didn't notice, your back is covered in blood and my dishware. I intend to fix that, even if you are an ingrate."
>What a cunt
>You notice that the lizard is nowhere to be seen
>Not that he was important anyways
>Faggot just left you hanging earlier
>"Twilight, doesn't that seem like a cruel way to talk to the poor girl?"
>Hell yeah, you have a white knight looking out for you
>Not sure why she thinks you're a girl, but whatever
>"If she can use adult language than surely she can be treated like an adult."
"The fuck do you mean, 'treated like an adult'?"

>The bathroom had a much different color scheme than the hallways or the bedroom
>For one, the only things that were crystalline were the walls and ceiling
>The floor was a basic white tile design and the furniture all looked fairly average
>You were in a large white bathtub, where the blood could just drain away into the pipeworks
>You begin to wonder where these pipes lead to when you feel a sudden stinging as one of your new acquaintances rips another chunk of glass out of your skin
>You clench your teeth as generous amounts of rubbing alcohol were applied to the new hole
>Wouldn't want you getting sick now, of course
>Twilight's probably just being a cunt
>Everything you've seen here is just so sterile, it's hard to imagine your wounds entertaining the possibility of infection
>You mumble something through the bar of soap crammed into your mouth, but nobody hears it
>They had ended up formally introducing themselves
>The one with wings and a horn is Twilight Sparkle, princess of being fuckin gay
>The other, the unicorn, is her student, Starlight Glimmer
>And they study friendship
>Another sting, followed by intense burning
>"Whew, finally done! Star, mind going and grabbing some towels for me?"
>"Sure thing boss."
>You turn around just in time to see Starlight exit the room
>The tub's faucet turns on with a squeak and you spit out the soap
"What are you doing?"
>"Bathing you."
"I can bathe myself, thanks."
>She rolls her eyes
>"Now that you're awake, I just want to keep an eye on you."
"Fuck off nigger, I'm-"
>The bar of soap is forced back between your lips and you spit it back out again
>She is about to scold you, but before she says anything, she taps her chin and looks up at the ceiling
>"What exactly is a... 'nigger'?"
"You are, cunt."
>In goes the soap

>Several minutes of thrashing, swearing and screaming pass as the two horses desperately try to clean you
>They even made it a bubble bath in hopes it would calm you down
>But you won't go down without a fight
>It didn't help that you discovered your dick was missing, which sent you from spiteful resistance into full blown panic
>You manage to slip out of their tyrannical iron grip just as they start trying to dry you and dart out the door and into the hallway, leaving a trail of bubbles as the only evidence you were even there
>Can't catch me if I'm swift

>Be Twilight
>You tried to discipline your new filly guest with a forced bath, but she just won't calm down
>In fact, at one point, she seemed genuinely freaked out
>You wonder if maybe you were a bit harsh on her
>Now she's wandering your castle's halls without a clue of where she's going
>Probably lost
>What if she gets hurt and you can't find her?
>The castle is big enough for that
>How would that look when you told Celestia about this?
>You practically jump out of your skin as you start on the trail
>Luckily she didn't give you a chance to dry her off, so she's leaving wet hoofprints and bubbles in her tracks
"Starlight, go cover the entrance! If you see Spike, tell him to start looking, too!"
>Before she can respond, you're already flying like a bat out of Tartarus

>Be anon
>Freedom is sweet
>But you aren't quite free yet
>This place is a fucking maze
>And it looks like a fucking mansion
>Ballrooms, massive corridors, a billion bedrooms, you even found some sort of bilderberg-style conference room
>Complete with a glowing tree in the roof and a map of... somewhere
>You accidentally come full circle and decide that the best place to hide is where they least expect it
>You run into the bathroom and lock the door, then hold it shut with the weight of your body
>Only for a moment, though, because you catch a glimpse of your head in the mirror
>Over the kitchen counter you can see you have long black hair, which you don't remember ever having
>Actually, you don't remember having hair at all
>Not that you were bald, you just don't remember
>You know it feels wrong, but you can't pin why
>You push yourself off of the door and climb up the counter
>Something was off when you were in the bathtub
>Green fur and the lack of a dick were the only things you could actually see about your body, because with all the thrashing and crashing you kept getting soap in your eyes
>But now you can see in full
>You are an undeniably cute, tiny, green winged horse
>It's not actually that big a surprise
>You knew something wasn't right when you looked down this morning and didn't see hands
>And when everything around you looked so damn big
>And the way you ran, it just felt... off
>The doorknob jiggles
>Cops are here, hide the weed
>You look behind you and see the worm you saw in the field, slithering across the wall
>A wave of fear washes over you, replacing all of your thoughts with sheer terror
>Your hooves scramble as you start to run, causing you to trip over yourself and fall off the counter onto the tile below
>A bright flash fills the room
>You fumble around on the ground to get away from the worm monster, sure it is going to eat you
>You can't help but scream
>"W-whats wrong? Are you hurt?"
>You realize your eyes are closed and open them back up
>There stands Twilight, right in your face, looking about as concerned as you are scared
"FUCKING HELL, did you see that thing?"
>You point to the now barren wall, and your eyes dart around the room, from the ceiling to the medicine cabinet to the bathtub you are backed against, but you see nothing out of the ordinary
>"See what? Oh goodness, you're bleeding again!"
>The tingly feeling from earlier envelops your body again
>You squirm and fight with all the strength you can muster, sure that the monster is going to devour you both if you don't fuck off this instant
"Let me go, we're gonna fucking die!"
>She rubs one of the white towels against the back of your head
>When she pulls it away it comes back stained with blood
>"Shh, I'm here, there's nothing to worry about."
>She pulls you closer and wraps you in a hug
>What the fuck is this
"Get off me nigger, did you not listen?"
>You wait until the tingling is gone and slip out from under her grip with a little effort
>Cunts never learn
>You try to open the door, only to remember you locked it
>Before you get the chance to unlock it, you are swept up once again in the purple aura
"That's cheating, faggot!"
>She is not amused
>You still flail in desperation
>The worm could still be in this room
>And that fucker's genuinely scary
>You aren't sure why, but it's terrifying
>Well, for a giant mysterious tube creature, that is
>Your limbs are forcibly held in place and Twicunt stares you dead in the eyes
>The worm is right behind her

>You tried being nice, and she didn't even relax for a second
>Now she's bleeding again and refusing your help
>And she keeps talking about dying
>You have no idea what's wrong with her, but you need to calm her down
>Nothing's going to get done if all she does is swear and squirm
>You've never met such an awful filly before
>But awful or not, you're the princess of friendship and nopony in town seems to know this mystery filly
>It is your duty to help her
>You hold her down with your magic and prepare to lecture her, when suddenly
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
>She just starts screaming out of nowhere
>Are you holding her too tight?
>Maybe you broke something
>Maybe even her wing
>Wings are absurdly sensitive to pain
>She could pass out from shock
>Maybe her skull was already fractured, because of that gash in her head, and you just made it worse!
>ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh
>You let her go and she slams through the stained glass door, shattering it to pieces, screaming all the way down the hall
>You need to go catch her, make sure she doesn't injure any broken bones
"Wait, come back!"
>You call out in vain as you rush after her

>They found you cowering under a bed in one of the dozens of bedrooms
>You couldn't find the exit, so it was the best you could do
>It was some blue cunt who you learned was named Rainbow Dash and Twilight
>At first when you saw Twilight's head peek under the bed you thought it was the worm, so you tried to dart away again, but Rainbow Dash tackled you like a fucking linebacker
>Much to Twilight's disdain
>Her and her gay friends managed to extract the information out of you
>You told them about the worm, and to your surprise, they actually took you seriously
>It was decided that you would stay in the house of Fluttershy, a yellow cunt who is actually tolerable
>Everyone else would scour the house for the worm demon monster creature
>So here you are, sitting in her hippy cottage, sipping tea with a yellow pegasus, a bear and a rabbit
>It's pretty good tea, too
>Not that you know much about tea
>Or do you?
>Maybe you used to
>You aren't sure
>"So, um, what's your name?"
"Hm?"
>Fluttershy's voice snaps you out of your thoughts
"Oh right, my name. It's... uh..."
>You can't think of your name
"Shit."
>Fluttershy blushes, clearly uncomfortable
>"Oh, um, that's quite a name. Uh-"
>It takes you a moment to realize what she's saying and you giggle
"No no, my name isn't shit. Well, it might be, because I ain't got a fucking clue."
>"R-right. Of course."
>She stirs her tea with a spoon for a while, leaving the room in awkward silence
>"Well, how about where you're from? Do you know where you live?"
>You try and visualize home, but you just come up blank
"Nope."
>"Oh."
>Why the fuck can't you remember anything
>You know this is all wrong, but you don't know any specifics
>You recall some shit dreams, a field, a hospital, and
"Wait a minute. How the hell did I get into Twilight's place?"
>You look at her with inquiring eyes, and she avoids contact, instead staring down at the tea she is still stirring
>Why is she so damn nervous
>"Well, Twilight said she found you in a field and took you to the hospital, since you wouldn't wake up.
>"You were there for two weeks. Nopony but Twilight, our friends and I came to see you, so when the doctors said there was nothing wrong with you, Twilight decided she'd hold on to you until we found your family."
>What the fuck
>Why would an unconscious patient be let into the hands of a complete stranger
"Why the fuck did they just let me out of the hospital with her? Is being in a fucking coma not grounds for a hospital stay?"
>"No no no, you weren't in a coma, you woke up several times in the hospital. They couldn't find anything wrong with you, and Twilight said she had to run some tests on you, I think."
"The fuck do you mean, tests?"
>You stand up and lean over the small table
>She moves to hide behind her tail and shudders
>"Well, um, uh..."
"What kind of fucking tests?"
>You realize you are shouting, but don't care
>"I'm, uh, not really-"
"What kind of fucking tests need to be done outside of a fucking hospital?"
>You were fucked with while you were unconscious
>Maybe that's why you were having such awful nightmares
>She was using her freaky magic shit to get in your brain or something
>She whimpers behind her veil of hair, curling up into a ball on the floor
>The bear stands up, looking pissed
"Fuck this."
>You push off of the table and start to leave
>"B-but-"
>The sound of the front door slamming cuts her off as you trot away towards Twilight's castle

>It's fairly easy to navigate the village, considering your target was the tallest thing for miles
>You gathered quite a few stares and double takes, thanks to the bandages Yellowscared had generously applied to your wounds
>But you didn't give a shit about what a bunch of dumb stupid horses thought
>No, you only cared about what the dumb princess horse had to say
>And she better have something to say, because it sounded like you were fucking violated
>You aren't about to let some creepy cunt get away with touching your gonads without your consent
>Though that thought actually doesn't sound too bad
>In fact, it's making you feel all hot and bothered
>You imagine Twilight poking and prodding at your thighs and crotch
>Squeezing your ass
>Running her hooves down your legs, nice and slow
>Unf
>Wait no
>You're supposed to be pissed
>Having not paid attention to your surroundings, you collide with someone like a retard and fall down on your ass
>A tower of boxes soon follows you down, crushing you under the weight of several escaped stacks of blank paper
"FUCK!"
>The all-purpose response
>"Sorry, sorry, my bad! I couldn't see past the boxes!"
>An orange pony about your size appears out of nowhere and starts collecting her fallen items
"Fuck outta my way cunt, I got shit to do."
>She's either not listening or doesn't care, because you didn't get a reaction
>Not that you would've noticed if she did, because you almost immediately get back up and stomp off

>"TWIIIIILIIIIIIIIIIGHT"
>Startled, you jump up and smash your head against the crawlspace you were searching
>You had uncovered a secret maintenance passage network while you were looking for this 'worm monster'
>Normally, you would've dismissed the fears as an overactive imagination, but after all the strange happenings...
>Better safe than sorry
>You rub your head and teleport to the entrance hall
>That's where the voice sounded like it was coming from
>"FUCK!"
>The sound of hooves fumbling, and then a thump
>You startled the filly again
>You need to find a way to make her stop cursing so much
"Is everything ok-"
>"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"
>Wow okay
"What do-"
>"Druidhorse told me about your fucking' TESTS'.
>Druidhorse?
>Something whirs through the air and suddenly Rainbow Dash is here
>"What's goin-"
>"So tell me 'princess', what kind of fucking tests do you need to run OUTSIDE OF A FUCKING HOSPITAL!"
>Dash is visibly taken aback, and you begin to grow mad yourself
"I just took some samples from your body! You know, stool, blood, mane clippings, fur, saliva, the works."
>She scrunches her face up for a moment, the absolute picture of adorable rage, and for a moment your own anger fades
>"What did you need my shit for and what stopped you from getting it IN A FACILITY BUILT TO BE A SAFE ENVIRONMENT FOR THAT EXACT THING?"
>Jeez, she sure is sharp for her age
>What is her age, anyways?
"I may have also needed to test some minor spells on-"
>"MINOR SPELLS? MOTHERFUCKER-"
>Her voice cracks just as she finishes 'fucker' and she succumbs to a coughing fit
>It seems all of today's shouting has worn her throat out
>"What the hell kind of operation are you running, Purple?"
>She is clearly straining to talk
>Before she can damage her vocal chords any more, you hold her mouth shut in an effort to coax her out of talking
"Look, you are a strange pony who arrived on a strange day. I'm not going to lie, I needed to make sure there was nothing anomalous about you, and it looks like other than your manners, there isn't."
>She stomps her hoof in protest, breathing heavily with seething rage
"Nothing I did was invasive, or dangerous, or could in any way cause you harm or discomfort. Right now, I need you to accept that and calm down."
>You let go of her mouth and she opens it to talk, lets out a quiet squeak and closes it again, looking away to avoid your gaze
>You can hear Applejack calling out from down the hall
>"What's goin' on? Everypony okay?"
"We're fine, nothing to worry about."
>Rainbow Dash twiddles her hooves
>"I guess I should just be off then."
>Just like that, she's gone in a blue blur
>The filly looks around the room absentmindedly
>There is a long moment of silence as you think of what to do
>"How did you find me?

>Twilight was sitting in her castle, doing book stuff
>Suddenly her eerie evil overlord map started glowing all freaky like
>A massive blue ball of light appeared out in the middle of a field near Ponyville
>That's what this town is called, Ponyville
>Suddenly she was thrown backwards by a massive shockwave
>When she went outside, everything was covered in dust and shit
>After making sure everything was okay, she went and checked out the area that had the big blue thing on the map
>And found you
>Nothing else
>You were hospitalized, nothing was wrong with you, already heard this part before
>But she said you got up and walked when nobody was watching you, sometimes making it as far as the front lobby before being escorted back to your room
>This is some freaky shit
>She got suspicious as fuck, snooped around in some dusty old tomes about teleportation
>Ended up taking you home, since you were fine aside from being unconscious for most of the day
>And then today happened
>"-so that's the whole story. Any questions?"
>You shake your head
>The rest of her pals turned up nothing in their search, so they said their goodbyes and went home
>It's just her, Glimmer, Spike and yourself
>You got hungry, and were given a pile of hay on a plate
>It was strange at first, and you ate it somewhat reluctantly, but it was something you got used to
>"Can you recall any of it? Do you know how you got to that meadow?"
>You shake your head
>The four of you were seated around the map, the two mares staring at you
>"Do you know what the worm you were talking about is? Have you seen it before."
>You take a moment to think
"In the field. I saw it in the field, when I woke up. After that, it's just snippets of a hospital."
>Twilight is the only one who is speaking, with Spike writing down everything that is said
>"Anything before?"
"No."
>"Hmmm."
>She takes a moment to think, and you get another mouthful of hay
>"Do you know anything about yourself? Your name, maybe?"
>You sigh
>With all the brainpower your mind can muster, you focus on remembering a name
>Not just your name, any name
>Specifically something real
>Not like all these pony names
>They just sounded... fake
>Like they weren't names at all
>And just like that
"Anon!"
>Out of the blue
>You practically yell it
>Except your voice is still fucked to hell, and you start coughing again
>The outburst surprises everyone in the room, including yourself
>You cover your mouth and your cheeks go warm
"I mean, Anon. I think. Yeah, that sounds right. That's gotta be it. My name is Anon."
>"Anon, eh?"
>Without even noticing, you yawn
>"Well, it's a start. I think we oughta call it here. It's been a long day."
>Twilight stands up and takes Spike's paper just as he sets his quill down
>"Spike, why don't you show Anon to her room? Glimmer and I need to go compose a letter to the Princess."
>Sleep would be nice
>You hadn't even realized how tired you were
>You follow Spike out of the room and all the way to the room you were in before
>Minus one night stand
>The walk felt like it had taken ages
>Now that you're finally calm, you noticed just how small your steps were
>It doesn't help to make you any less exhausted
>The bed is fucking massive, it's the same height as you
>This is bullshit
>You aren't fucking climbing that with hooves
>A sudden realization dawns on you and you start flapping your little wings
>Sadly, you can't synchronize them, and you just manage to get a pitiful hover barely an inch off the ground
>You feel something pushing your rear and turn to see spike giving you a boost
>Hell yeah little nigga
>You in the good books now
>This mattress is comfy as fuck, too
>You sink into that baby like the Titanic
>The Titanic
>What the fuck is the Titanic?
>Something big, and something that sinks
>Shit, you don't care
>You fade into sleep just as Spike closes the door

>You can't help but admire your massive, adorable eyes
>They were a brilliant, unnatural, almost perfect green, matching perfectly with your coat
>This bathroom was almost a carbon copy of the other one, minus one broken door
>The counter top you sat on lacked a sink, though
>Strange
>Eyeing yourself up and down, you get a much more complete look than before
>A long, messy black mane and tail
>A tuft of particular long fur on your chest, which you pawed at curiously
>Your legs were a little stubbier than you initially thought
>Your wings were birdlike, but a lot more flexible
>In fact, you could probably use them to grab shit
>If you really wanted
>A large black question mark sat on either side of your flank, made entirely out of fur
>Kinda like the one on Purple's ass
>Her thick, juicy ass
>Right in front of you
>In the mirror
>Hell yeah team
>You reach out and give it a smack
>To your pleasure, it jiggles just a bit
>activate boner.exe
>Your massive, bulbous cock seeks out the nearest hole it can find
>Which just so happens to be Twi's glimmering wet cunt
>Just before your ship makes it to dock, you hear a sudden gasp and a large deep blue pony has appeared in the reflection
"JESUS FUCK!"
>Your eyes fling open and you see a familiar looking ceiling
>That scared the shit out of you
>Your tiny heart can hardly take it
>You raise the covers to see that your dick is gone
>Fucking hell
>You feel something moist in your rear, and an exploratory probing comes back with the tip of your hoof lightly coated in vaginal fluid
>But you have lost your desire, having been scared out of your skin and all
>The faintest rays of sun pierce your window, and a quick look reveals that it's barely over the horizon
>Cockblocked in your dreams
>By a horse
>While fucking a horse
>Mom and pop would be proud
>Mom and pop
>The thought gives you a twinge of sorrow, but, like most things, you don't know why
>You let your head fall back and poof against the pillows
>C'est la vie
>You aren't even close to tired
>So ,you just stare at the roof, playing with your chest fluff
>Alone with your thoughts
>You try to look for something to count in the ceiling, but it's completely flat
>Save for a large chandelier in the center of the room
>You could really go for a drink right now
>Some Morgan would do nicely
>Is it uncommon to drink in the morning?
>You can't shake the feeling that it is
>Not for you, maybe
>But for most people
>Bah, you were old enough to make your own decisions
>Were you?
>Fuck this
>You slip out of bed, careful not to crash into the table this time
>For a moment you pause and stretch like a cat
>A yawn escapes your mouth and you continue on
>You wander aimlessly, looking for a kitchen or a cellar
>Even just a pantry
>Eventually you come across a large trap door inside of a barren room
>Fuck yeah
>This has gotta be either a dungeon or a wine cellar
>You give the handle an experimental yank, only to find that it's heavy as fuck
>It doesn't budge an inch
>Hot damn, is this bastard made out of fucking lead?
>No, actually, it's made out of some sort of crystal
>Just like damn near everything else in this stupid shithole
>It actually looked kinda nice, though
>You get behind the trapdoor and start taking a stretch
>Nothing you can't handle
>You rub your hooves together
>You touch your toes
>Er, other hooves
>Wait shit
>What are toes
>They're like fingers, except gayer because they can't do shot
>So what are fingers?
>The coolest appendages on the block
>Okay, you got this
>You grab the handle with both your forelegs and pull with all your might
>The trapdoor sticks for a moment, then slides out with a pop and you throw yourself against the back wall
>Not heavy, just needed a little elbow grease
>Good to know
>Luckily, you didn't hit your already damaged head again
>Instead your back took the beating, and it knocked the wind right out of you
>No need to dwell, time to explore
>Staring down into the inky blackness of the newly-revealed unlit staircase, you start to have second thoughts about this whole thing
>Really, you don't NEED to go down there
>Maybe there will be some booze in the kitchen
>You don't have to check every nook and cranny
>And you certainly don't need to open monster-filled magic demon dungeons that clearly don't want to be
>You stand at the top step, staring into the darkness in complete silence, wondering what will crawl out
>What sort of fucked up horrors this black pit holds
>You catch yourself shaking with fear
>What the fuck
>You're a grown-ass man
>Probably
>You ain't scared of no dark
>And to prove it, you're going to walk down in there right fucking now
>Surely there must be a light switch somewhere inside
>You puff out your chest and trot down the steps, swelling with confidence
>As you descend, the light slowly drains away
>As does your pep
>Eventually, you are enveloped in complete darkness and you grind to a halt
>O-okay, you're a man now, you can leave anytime you want
>Yeah, that sounds good
>You don't budge
>You can go now
>Not an inch
>Leave any time
>Nope
>It's always an option
>Something tickles your hoof
>execute runningandscreaming.bat
>You trip on the stairs, smash face-first into a step and look up to see the trapdoor slam shut
>You scream louder
>Scramble up the stairs
>Once more, your voice gives out and you are cut off by a pitiful squeak
>A flash of light appears at the bottom of the stairs and you start banging on the exit
>The flash fades only to be replaced by familiar purple glow
>A visibly panicked Twilight stands at the bottom of the staircase, frantically scanning the room
>She looks in your direction just in time to see you leaning against the wall, looking fly as shit
>"Anon? What happened? What are you doing down here?"
"Don't know what you're talking about, Twi. Everything's cool on my end."
>You have to fight your body to avoid buckling over and breathing heavily
>Not that you were really frightened
>Just practicing
>"I heard screaming. Is something wrong?"
>You start picking out the dirt from your hooves to look more nonchalant
"Nope, must've been nothing, I didn't hear it. No ma'am, no screaming here."
>It hurts to talk
>Your voice is noticeably hoarse
>She raises an eyebrow and walks towards you
>"Why are you in the basement? What's going on?"
>You look around, thinking up an excuse
>Just in time to catch a little bastard mouse scurrying behind a bookshelf
>Son of a bitch
"No reason. No- actually, just exploring. Yaknow, getting to know the place."
>"And why are you up so early?"
>She's barely a foot away from you now, still concerned but also frustrated
>"Anon, if something's wrong, you need to tell me. You have no reason not to."
>Her voice is stern and commanding
>You melt like butter
"O-okay, so I got a little scared, what of it? Can't a nigga show a little weakness?"
>"I got that much. I need to know what scared you."
>You realize are visibly shaking, and break out of your pose
"Well, I-I was down here in the dark, yasee, and then the door just kinda fell shut, and I panicked a little."
>She grabs the side of your face and examines you for a moment
>"Why is your nose bleeding?"
"I, uh, I sorta tripped."
>Why the fuck are you so nervous
>Did it really spook you that bad?
>Her expression softens
"So, uh, what's down here."
>You desperately try to steer the conversation elsewhere
>Half because you were genuinely curious 
>Half because you were ashamed of being frightened by a mouse
>"Down here? This is just my lab. My very dangerous lab, my lab that young ponies should not be setting hoof in."
>A lab, huh?
>Probably not the best place to get a drink
>The trap door opens up behind you and Twilight takes the lead
>"Come on, we might as well get an early start."
>Wait what
"Early start on what, exactly?"

>Twilight has you go through several cognitive and memory tests in her personal chambers
>Most of which are either boring and asinine or require you to be Rain Man-levels of savant
>Stuff like showing you a card with a shape and asking what it is
>Or telling you to guess how many beans are in a jar
>And this goes on for hours
>Three long, dragging, agonizing hours
>At least you get some nice views of her ass
>Right now, she's telling you about the test about abstracts and concepts she's going to make you take
>Your stomach rumbles loudly
"Twilight, I'm hungry."
>She stops in her tracks and looks at the clock
>It's fucking noon
>"Wow, time sure flies when you're having fun!"
>She can't be serious
"So, what the fuck was this all for, anyways?"
>She swats your hoof with a flywswatter and it stings like hell
>That was her way of keeping your language suppressed throughout this entire ordeal
>Not that it worked too well
>You just ended up with one very sore foreleg
>"I want to see if you have any other cognitive issues or memory problems, and maybe get a scope of your mental age."
"Well, I'm not a fucking retard, if that's what you're asking."
>Another smack and she glares at you
>"-Anyways, you've shown you lack any mental disabilities, but that's about all I can deduce from simple tests like these."
>Was that some kind of insult?
>Maybe
"You're not gonna make me do any more shit like this, are you?"
>This time you move your hoof just before she can swat you and stick your tongue out at her
>She responds by swatting your flank and you involuntarily yelp
>"You're really only giving yourself a hard time, so I suggest you cut it out."
>Fuck that was hot
>Do it again
"I don't think I learned my lesson."
>She rolls her eyes, assuming you were just being an ass
>"Didn't you say you were hungry?"

>When Twilight removed the gauze to inspect how your wounds were healing, she remarked on how idiotic it was of her to forget to stitch them
>You wondered just exactly how much you bled without noticing yesterday
>Better late than never
>So with the stitchwork done and a fresh set of bandages, Twilight, Glimmer and yourself set out for lunch
>Spike stayed behind to do...
>...something
>Probably just enjoying being alone


>It was a pleasant day outside
>Sun shining, gentle breeze, just the right amount of clouds in the sky
>Comfy as fuck
>You're at some generic small town burger place
>Except none of the burgers have meat on them, foregoing beef for flowers, weeds and hay
>Makes sense, horses don't eat meat
>Pretty sure you do, though
>You go for the standard hayburger, which actually turns out to be pretty good
>Dry, but in a good way
>Like a cracker or something
>Midway through your meal, Purple's ass tatoo starts glowing
>A copy of it flies off towards the castle
>"Oh, finally! Sorry girls, but the map calls!"
>She drops a few coins on the table and darts off
"The hell was that about?"
>Glimmer looks over at you from across the table
>"The tree of harmony tells the Twilight and the rest of the elements where to go when somepony is having a friendship problem."
"That was the gayest sentence I've ever heard."
>You dig back into your burger
>"Where did a filly like you get such a dirty mouth?"
"Fuck if I know. I can't remember, remember? I'm just happy to not have Twilight bitch at me about it."
>You spit bit of food onto your plate as you speak and some random soccer mom glares at you and Glimmer, covering the ears of her foal
>You give her a cheeky, open-mouthed grin, sure to show her the contents of your mouth
>Glimmer jerks your head away from the mother with her magic and grins nervously at her
>You can't help but giggle
>As soon as the mother turns away, Glimmer takes a deep breath
>"Can you just not do this? Please?"
"What do you mean?"
>"I don't know where you come from or why you act the way you do, but you need to tone it down."
>You pause and say nothing
>"It's really not necessary at all, especially considering one of the highest officials in the land has asked you kindly."
>You raise an eyebrow
>"Please? Just a little?"
>The seconds drag on as you mill the idea around in your head
>You lay down your sandwich and sit back in your chair
"Hmmmm..."
>You scratch your chin and consider saying 'fuck that'
>The idea sounds funny in your head
"You know what? Fine. Just a little. When in Rome, I suppose."
>She sighs in relief
>"Sooooo... What's 'Rome'?"
>You shrug

>Back at the castle, you think you are free to continue your quest for booze unhindered
>But Glimmer has other plans
>She drags you off to the library, you assume for more shitty tests
>"Have you ever made a book fort before?"
>That catches you off guard
"Uhh, I don't think so, no. Pillow forts, maybe."
>"Well book forts are kinda like pillow forts, except better in every way."
>She starts pulling volumes off the walls and uses them to build a foundation
>Is she seriously doing this?
"Look, you don't have to do kid shit to keep me entertained, I'm fine by myself."
>She stops building the fort and turns around to face you
>She looks a little hurt
>"O-of course, oh well, that's fine. I had other things to do anyways."
>An obviously fake smile forms on her face and blushing cheeks appear to match them
>The books start flying back into place, very noticeably slower
>You feel genuinely bad for her
>Shit
"I mean, that still looks a little fun. Maybe you could show me how to build one?"
>She perks up at this

"EAT SHIT!"
>You lob a heavy looking edition of the Life and Times of Gazbo the Gargantuan into the air, but it bounces harmlessly off of Glimmer's superior walls
>You had made yourself a trench out of anything in the room; books, chairs, desks and loose shelves all made it into the pile
>While not as sturdy as Glimmer's Fort Pilkington, you had the benefit of being able to cannibalize your wall for munitions without worry of the whole structure collapsing
>"Piss off you bloody pillock!"
>Glimmer spoke in a clearly faked accent she accredited to Canterlot
>Back before the hostilities...
>It seems so long ago now
>She lobs an Ancient Griffin-to-Equestrian dictionary at your trench and you duck down
>Just as you are about to throw a gardening handbook at one of her turrets, you hear a loud rumble and look up to see the contents of a shelf high above your head collapse down towards your foxhole
>You leap out of your trench and make a heroic charge into no-man's-land, the space between your 'fort' and hers
>Only to be pelted with dozens and dozens of copies of who gives a fuck
>"The enemy is crushed! Fort Pilkington stands tall and proud!"
>You leap out from under the pile and charge into the wall
>It crumbles before you, taking with it the symbol of King Moonstar's oppression of the people of Lower Muddland
"HA! PYRRHIC VICTORY, MOTHERFUCKER!"
>"No fair! I killed you! And what did we agree on about swearing?"
"Sore loser. You can't break the people's spirit that easily."
>"You know this just means that the king is going to burn down the Muddland farm and starve out the resistance's family, right?"
>You blow a raspberry at her
"Nuh-uh, now that the state can bleed, Farezzia and Salsburg will join in on the rebellion, and once Salsburg is in the picture you just know foreign powers will want to intervene, too!"
>"Have fun being ruled by foreigners, then. I'm sure they'll respect your right to autonomous self-rule!"
>You squint your eyes at her
"Maybe the king would make a deal with the Muddlands, then?"
>"Maybe he won't, and maybe he will."
>You sit there in silence, staring daggers into each other, before she breaks out into a giggle
>You soon join her
>"What's all the fuss about?"
>Twilight's voice fills the room just as she opens the library door
"Yo Sparklebutt, where you-"
>Your mouth involuntarily clamps shut at the whims of Glimmer's teal aura
>This is getting fucking annoying
>"AHAHAHA WOW IT'S TWILIGHT! BACK ALREADY I SEE! HOW WAS THE TRIP?"
>She zooms into the hall and slams the door, cutting you out of the conversation
>You regain control of your face and rub your jaw
>That shit was uncomfortable
>You go to open the door, but it won't budge
>The knob is wrapped in a transparent sheath of teal
>With nothing better to do, you start looking through the books that made up the now-defunct fort Pilkington
>The Personal Diaries of Jesse Threebeards, Memoirs on the Stonehold Dynasty, the Evolution of the Shipwright
>Gay, gay and gay
>Something catches your eye
>Psychoactive Archaeplastida of Modern Equestria
>You don't know exactly what that means, but it sounds like drugs
>Maybe you'll learn where in this shithole to find peyote
>Peyote is something cool, right?
>Probably
>You start flipping through the pages, looking for anything that won't kill you

>She won't let you in because Anon is...
>...sleeping
>That's her excuse
>Obviously it was not for very long, considering you heard crashing laughter not a minute ago
>Glimmer seemed far too tense, speaking loudly and quickly, cutting you off for no reason
>This was all very suspect
>But you trust your student
>She's a smart enough mare to not cause any real trouble
>Considering her history, you assume this might just be her embarrassed about reconnecting with her inner child
>Perhaps even maternal instincts coming into play
>You chuckle internally at the thought of Glim playing hide-and-seek with anon
>Again, you trust her not to be up to no good
>So you let her think you fooled her and make an excuse to see if Rarity would like to come with you to the spa
>Considering the shenanigans you just had to deal with in town hall, the spa sounds like a great idea

>The book slips out of your hooves just as you're reading about the Everfree Eye, some kind of opioid flower
"Come on, I was reading that!"
>You look up to see a panicked Glimmer rapidly throwing books around onto the shelves
>"Books! NOW!"
>The fuck is that supposed to mean
>You sit and watch all of the texts swirl around the room
>It's actually cool as fuck
>Like she's some kind of wizard nigga doing crazy wizard rituals and shit
>It takes you longer than it probably should to realize that she's just trying to tidy up
>Don't know what's got her in such a hurry, though
>Maybe Purple doesn't like messes?
"I don't know which book goes where."
>She doesn't even look at you
>"Doesn't matter. Anywhere will do."
"Aight, I guess."
>You just start slapping shit on shelves and get a good look at the massive archive's worth that's still laid out on the floor
>This is gonna suck ass

>By the time you are finished, it's well past dusk
>Twilight came by a few more times, but Glim never let her into the room and each time she seemed spurred into action
>Twi has got to be a neat freak
>You've noticed over the past few hours that Glimmer doesn't have nearly as godlike an ass as Twilight, but still it's something to gawk over
>If she weren't so disheveled and high-strung, she no doubt would've caught you staring more than a few times
>You want the boob
>Glimmer wipes sweat from her brow and examines your work
>After deeming it satisfactory, she falls on her ass and gives an exhausted sigh
"What the hell got you all stirred up?"
>"Twilight doesn't like it when you damage her books."
>You had gathered it was something along those lines
>You sit down too, not quite as tired as Glim, but still fairly exhausted
>Your stomach growls
"Where's the kitchen?"

>Glimmer opted to make the both of you sandwiches
>Sandwiches seemingly made out of whatever shit happened to be laying around
>Squash, lettuce, mushrooms, peppers
>Whatver the fuck she got her hooves on
>You didn't really mind, though
>You were just hungry
>She looked fucking exhausted
>When she finished eating, she mumbled something containing the word 'bed' and disappeared
>You wandered around for a while, at a loss for what to do
>Eventually you went back to your room, got into bed, and dozed off

>The first sound you can make out is a muffled car horn
>You raise your head and look up through the windshield
>The glass is shattered, and through the aperture you make out shrubbery and twisted metal
>Something is flashing red and blue
>Another car is in front of you, the driver slumped back in his seat, neck bent at an awkward angle
>A large wooden limb has lodged itself into your chest
>A bit of tuggging and it comes out with ease
>You notice one of your hands is wrapped around something
>The neck of a broken bottle
>You stretch out the fingers individually, and it drops from your grip when you reach your ring finger
>It clinks against the car floor and disappears from sight
>You examine the fist-sized hole in your chest, it looks like it's right in the center
>You give it an experimental prod, and your fingers come back slicked with blood

>For the first time in two days, you wake up calm and groggy
>You can barely recall your dream
>You just think about what it feels like to have hands
>And arms
>You turn over in bed and run a hoof along your foreleg
>Your fur is pretty soft
>Hooves aren't really that bad, though
>You could still hold and use shit as if nothing changed
>There's a knock at the door
"What?"
>"Breakfast?"
>Spike's voice

>You are soon treated to syrupy pancakes at the map table, which now seems completely clear of all detail
>Along with Glimmer and Twilight
>They babble on about whatever the fuck horses babble about while you stretch nonexistant fingers
>Telling invisible hands to clench and relax
>The sensation was strange
>Like pins and needles
>"Anon?"
>You realize you were staring at your hooves for the past five minutes
>"Is something wrong?"
>Twilight gives you a quizzical look
>You think of what to say, unsure of how to explain the situation
"I had hands."
>Such eloquence
>Such clarity
>Truly a master of diction
>"Eh, what?"
>You mill it over in your head
"I'm supposed to have hands."
>You look back at your hoof
"I mean, I already knew that, but I guess I never really thought about it too much until now."
>You roll it around, absorbing the sensation of moving your...
>...wrist? Would this even be called a wrist?
"I can move my fingers. At least, my brain still thinks I can. When I try, I get these weird phantom sensations."
>You try to hook your thumb, and are rewarded with tingling
"But I can't think of anything that explains why I don't have them now."
>You look up to face Twilight
"Why don't I have hands? Where did my hands go?"
>Another moment of silence
"Actually, where's my dick?"

>You walk over to her and touch her forehead
>To your surprise, she doesn't seem to be burning up
>Surely she has to be hallucinating
>"What are you doing? Where's my dick gone, Sparkplug?"
>She shoves off of you
>"Where the hell is my dick? And my hands? And my fingers?"
>She's growing irritable
"What in Equestria are you talking about? Ponies don't have hands! And fillies don't have... erm... members."
>"And that's another thing, why the fuck can horses talk? This is all fucking insane! None of this makes any goddamn sense!"
"Anon, calm down! This probably has to do with the circumstances of your arrival. Think rationally!"
>"Think rationally? THINK RATIONALLY? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN WHEN NONE OF THE SHIT AROUND ME SHOULD EVEN BE REAL?"
"Anon-"
>"This is FUCKING GAY! I'M NOT A FUCKING HORSE!"
"ANON YOU GET YOURSELF UNDER CONTROL RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO CELESTIA."
>"FUCK OFF!"
>You reach over to grab her and she punches you in the mouth
>You immediately react by slapping her so hard she falls out of her chair
>You actually send her pretty far, that slap was harder than you thought
>There's a long silence between the two of you, broken only by Anon's sniffling
>"M-m-man, fuck th-this."
>She whimpers
>You wonder if you might've hit her too hard
>You barely felt her punch, your reaction was mostly reflex
>She quietly sobs on the ground, and you are frozen in place, only able to give the filly a dazed stare
>Out of the corner of your eye you see Glimmer slip towards her
>But when she reaches down to console her, Anon pushes her away

>You're crying
>You shouldn't be
>Sure, that smack hurt
>But you're a man
>You should be able to take that
>There's a knot in your chest
>A deep, deep sense of despair
>And a seething rage
>You shouldn't be here
>You don't belong here
>Not in this body, not in this place
>Everything is fucked
>Glimmer tries to touch you, but you bat at her hoof until she withdraws
>You are a MAN
>You don't need this shit
>You rise to your hooves and begin the slow walk to your room
>Nobody stops you
>When you get there, you lock the door and sit down on the shiny floor
>You savor the tingling of your nerves, trying and failing to grab your other leg with imaginary digits
>You have to admit that there's something satisfying about this body
>Not enough to quell your longing, though
>An indeterminate amount of time passes and you hear a soft rapping at the door
>Without waiting for a response, the handle jiggles but the intrusion is stopped by the lock
>A faint shimmering sound later and the lock clicks back into its resting position
>The door opens and a wordless Glimmer enters, shutting the door behind her and sitting down next to you
>The both of you wait there for some time
>"I know what it's like. To feel horrible in your own body, I mean."
"It's not my body. I shouldn't... it's..."
>You're crying again
>Fuck a duck
>You clench your teeth and furrow your brow
>What the fuck are you even crying about
>Boo hoo, you just don't seem to belong
>Your face softens and you lay down on the floor, letting the tears flow freely
>Glimmer lays down next to you, and you inch towards her body's warmth
>She wraps a leg around you and pulls you closer