>Be the filly
>Be late night binge-reading (lack of vidya is pain.)
>Purple bitch has a lot of books, but often forgets to feed you.
>Fuck her, you're a grown ass-man.
>Tip-hoof out into the hallway and take a look around Fort Amphetamine.
>Crystalclear.pdf
>You know the sad fuck keeps some Bon & Jerrys around here.
>Never shares any with you, fat bitch.
>You open the refrigerator
>Nope.png
>Right, you normally keep ice cream in the freezer.
>GeniusdeductionWatson.nc
>Open freezer
>There it is.
>Frozen bliss.
>You waste no time tearing off the seal and digging in, fuck even getting a spoon.
>The chocolate gets all over your face, with a little bit getting in your mane.
>But finally the ice cream is finished.
>You turn around to leave.
>Spergle is standing there, looking rather pissed.
"Anon! I can't believe you!"
>You look down at the floor, hoping your cute filly shame will deter any potential punishment
>Of course the nerd put a magical seal on the fucking ice cream.
"Anon, I am very tired. Go directly to bed, and I will deal with you in the morning."
>No way she'll remember anything this late at night.
>You walk back to bed.
>Probably done reading for the night, just going to enjoy this sugar high and then crash.
>Not like you're doing anything tomorrow, anyways.
>After a few minutes of giddy laughter, your energy completely runs out and you fall asleep.
"Wake up, Anon."
>She doesn't sound angry.
>Good.
"Mmph."
"You're going to be late for school."
>Niggawot.jpg
"What?"
>You open your eyes fully.
"You heard correctly. If you're going to act like a little filly, then you should at least get the education of one."
>Oh no.
"Twilight, I have a degree."
"Mhmm. Let's see it then."
>She's got you there.
"This isn't fair!"
"Life isn't fair, Anon. Now you can either get up now like a good filly and eat your cereal, or I can teleport you to school and you can be hungry until lunch."
>Ugh.
"Fine."
>You get up, rather angrily.
"Fine... but I'm not going to enjoy it!"
>She giggles.
"So precious."
>Fuck that.
>You run downstairs and scarf down your cereal as fast as you possibly can.
>Gottagofast.tism
>You look out the window.
>There's a good five inches of snow.
"Um, Twilight?"
>"Yeah?"
"It's snowing."
>"I noticed."
"Isn't school canceled?"
>Success.mp4
>"What the heck are you talking about, Anon?"
>Wot
"You know, if the buses can't..."
>You trail off.
>There are no buses.
>There's no reason to cancel school because of a little snow.
>You're fucked.
"Anon, are you finished eating?"
"Yeah?"
"Great."
>She forces a lunch bag into your mouth, puts a pencil behind your ear, and sends you off.
>She hasn't teleported you before, and you do not enjoy the feeling.
>Maybe it's a bit better if you're the user of the spell?
>Nevertheless, you promptly vomit all over the freshly fallen snow outside of the school.
>Nobody is even in the schoolyard yet.
>Looking over at the clocktower, you realize it's only 5:45.
>Based on your short time here as a human, you know that school lets out around 2:30, and runs for about 7 hours.
"Fuck!"
>Well, at least you know you've still got it when it comes to math.
>Now if you could only survive the next hour and 45 minutes without a sufficient winter coat.
>Do ponies even grow out their hair in the winter?
>You know foxes and hares grow entirely new coats of fur.
>Well, arctic ones anyways.
>Ponyville isn't exactly the coldest place in Equestria, but it feels pretty cold right now.
>You curl up under the awning, hoping it will provide some sort of protection from the elements.
>It's a bad idea to fall asleep in a snowstorm, but what else is there to do?
>Plus this isn't even really that much of a storm.
>Your eyelids grow heavy as you realize that you didn't really get all that much sleep last night.
>Well, at least not enough for this filly body.
>Just a quick nap....
>You awaken to somebody shaking your shoulder with their magic.
>You instinctively bitch slap the air where you think your assailant might be.
>Whitepeg.gif
>"Hey!"
>Oh, it's just another filly.
"Hey. Sorry, you startled me."
>"It's fine. Class is about to start, just thought you might want to know."
>You open your eyes and look up at the clocktower.
>7:28.
"Thanks. What's your name, kid?"
>"You can call me Sweetie. Oh, there was another reason why I came over..."
>Oh no.
>You were hounded enough for sex when you were human.
>No way you were fucking another filly.
"Hahaha... well, seeya later."
>You quickly get up and trot inside.
>All of the desks have names printed on the fronts of them.
>Teacher probably couldn't remember your names otherwise, though.
>Toomanypones.png
>You find the second to last empty seat, the only one without a name on it.
>Guess she didn't have time.
>You sit down, pulling out the book you had stashed in your mane.
>Necromancy and Other Naughty Magic for Beginners.
>Too bad you were an Earth Pony.
>A lot of this looked really fun.
>"Alright, alright. Class, quiet down. We have a new student with us today."
>You look around with the others, no way you're getting up in front of the class.
>"You... the green one. Come up here."
>God dammit.
>You trot slowly up to the front of the classroom.
>"Can you introduce yourself?"
>You sigh deeply.
"You can call me Nonny."
>"Nonny. What is that shorthoof for?"
>Er...
>Best she doesn't know your super cool OC origin story until after you recapture all of the Chaos Emeralds.
"It's not shorthand for anything. My real name is Green... Clover"
>Nailed it.
>"Well okay then, Clover."
"Can I sit down?"
>"I was just about to ask you to. Class, open your Equestrian History books to page 154...."
>School went as you expected.
>Math was relatively easy, thank god for the Base 10 system.
>Equestrian History was difficult without the prior knowledge your classmates had, but it was designed for ponies 'your' age, and was manageable.
>Nothing about that Earth pony genocide you read about a while back, but then again the Japanese internment camps....
>Oh yeah, and writing was a thing they taught. You were really bad at it.
>You're now sitting on a bench eating your sandwich, admiring your cute little legs.
>Purple sure can make a decent sandwich, you have to admit.
>Diamond came over a few minutes ago, but after you countered her petty insults with a few "no u's" she fucked off, leaving you in peace.
>You considered trying a different approach to your first childhood and playing with the other children, but you didn't know any of them well enough.
>Oh yeah, and the horse from this morning was sitting next to you.
>"I can't believe they made us go to school in this weather."
"Tell me about it. Diesel gelling is no joke."
>She gave you a strange look. "What's diesel gelling?"
"Nevermind. Your grandchildren will understand."
>She changed the subject. "So... any colts catch your eye?"
>Gay.
"Not particularly... say, where are those other two you're always with?"
>"I don't know... they haven't been to school for a few days. I assume they caught something on the class camping trip we had a few weeks ago."
"That has to suck. Was anyb- anypony sick?"
>"I don't think so. It's a bit odd."
>Detective vision activated.
"Hmm... what did they feed you all?"
>"If I recall, hayburgers and the like. No potential for disease there, I think."
>You recall something about wheat-borne illnesses from an article you read a while back, but it seemed unlikely considering the mass cultivation of grains in Equestria and the subsequent care regulations surely put in place.
"Guess not." You started on your yogurt cup. Bacteria really were fickle things.
"Where did they take you camping?"
>"In the Everfree."
"Jesus, isn't that dangerous?"
>Oh, right. These ponies have actual gods.
>She gives you a strange look. "Not really. We had Twilight, after all."
>So THAT's where she went when you were able to get away with raiding her alcohol cabinet that one time.
"Were they attacked by any of the forest's inhabitants, to your knowledge?"
>"I don't believe. And if they were, they would have told Cheerilee."
>Very odd indeed.
>You'd need time to think this one over.
>Fuck the medical professionals, you had this!
>"Yeah... I miss them. As soon as they get back, we're going to find you a cutie mark, Nonny!"
>That was unexpected, but kind.
>Maybe she would make a decent friend after all.
>Not that you cared all that much about your ass. It was plowable enough, with or without tats.
>It was then that Cheerilee called you back inside for another three and a half hours of Learning!™
Later that afternoon...
>"Kiddo!"
>Oh, right.
>Purple didn't know your nickname.
>You give Sweetie a 'moms, amirite?' look before trotting over to her.
>"So... how was your first day?"
>You look around.
>No ears listening.
"I would shoot up this school in a heartbeat if you had invented guns yet."
>She laughs, unfamiliar with your terminology.
>Great.
>"So, I guess you need a name, don't you?"
"Kinda put me on the spot with that one. Cheerilee thinks my name is Green Clover."
>"That works well enough, if a bit redundant...."
"Are you implying I should tell her something else?"
>"Too late now, it seems. It just makes me look bad, ya'know. I had so many great puns planned for you!"
>You shudder.
"Glad I beat you to it, then."
>"Oh come on. Wouldn't you have liked to be 'Frigid Fault?'"
>Ouch.
"You can't seriously be this anal about a pint of ice cream."
>"Oh but I am. Truth be told, I WAS looking for an excuse to get you out into the world. Having you do the same things you always did as a human would be... scientifically unyielding."
>You sigh.
"Isn't turning me into a fucking horse dashing all of your chances of this study ever being taken seriously? Now, I may only have a high school experience when it comes to the Life Sciences, but I'm pretty sure that goes against the scientific method."
>She scowled.
>"Language, young lady."
>You stick up your hoof, before realizing you lack the digits necessary for an obscene gesture. You settle for a 'forearm jerk,' but neglect the fact that you need at least three legs to walk on and fall to the ground.
>Ouch, that really fucking hurt.
>"Come on, get up."
"I have a name, you know!"
>"Clover, get up."
"My name is Anonymous!" You screech.
>Purple looks around, clearly worried.
>It doesn't appear that anyone took heed to your outburst.
>Shit.
>Purple drags you to your feet with her magic, a bit forcefully.
>"You. Are. Now. Green. Clover."
>She's snorting at this point.
>With a pop, you find yourself back in the castle.
>You get up off of the cold amethyst floor, straightening the pencil on your ear.
>Truth be told, you like the look.
>Purple is nowhere in sight, and you're in your room.
>You check the door.
>Locked, of course.
>You try to kick it in, but even with your earth pony strength, it doesn't give in.
>"Did you really think you could get away with nearly destroying my reputation in public?"
>Teleportation was spooky.
"Well... yes."
>She still looks very angry.
>"I have half the mind to wipe your memories here and now, but I'm letting you off with a warning. If you convince anypony that you are Anonymous, I won't be so lenient."
>You gulp.
>"Have I made myself clear, Clover?"
"Y-yes, mom."
>She smiles.
>"Dinner will be ready in fifteen."
>As she teleports out, you hear a lock click.
>Damn, she's even dumber than you thought.
>You tip-hoof out into the hallway, making your way to her main laboratory.
>The door is open, but you still scan the area for any purple shimmers, which you noticed briefly before digging into the food of doom.
>You see them on the hinges, but getting up on your hind legs you're able to avoid jostling the door from it's slightly ajar position.
>Weirdscience.mp4
>The laboratory equipment consists of stereotypically large beakers, graduated cylinders, pipettes, vials of assorted chemicals, and the like.
>You look around in wonder, your small size making this assortment even more impressive.
>You casually walk over to one of the tables.
>No. Fucking. Way.
>It's a ball mill!
>You remember spending hours with Grandpa Anon in his makeshift lab working with one of these.
>Crazy bastard only trusted black powder guns.
>You still remember the formula. 20S, 30C, 150KN...
>...
>You grab the mill and a hoof-full of media and book it back to your room, hiding it under your bed.
>"Clover! Dinner!"
>Sonicspeed.wav
>Purple smiles at you as you hop into a seat.
>Looks like she's willing to put the past behind her.
>Sucks for her that you aren't.
"Spaghetti, huh?"
>"Yep. You enjoy pasta, don't you?"
>Half of you wants to be a cunt and reject it, but the other half is drooling over the beautiful dish of Italian Cuisine laid out in front of you. The second half wins and you dig in, stuffing your face into the vast dish.
>She went all out tonight.
>"Wow, Anon. You were pretty hungry."
"Guess so. Can I head back to my room, now?"
>"You're forgetting something."
>Oh no.
>You're not going to thank her.
"I don't believe I am. I'll see you tomorrow." 
>You get up to leave.
>Her aura envelopes you, warm but firm.
>You struggle in vain.
>"Say it, Clover."
"No."
>She grins, and the field begins to constrict your chest.
>"Thank me."
>It's becoming more difficult to breathe, now.
"No."
>You won't let her force you into thanking her for throwing away your old life.
>She tightens her grip even further.
>"This is ridiculous. You would rather me kill you than just utter a simple phrase?"
"We both know you won't do that. After all, your little 'studies' on me are oh so important."
>She holds back a bit, letting you catch your breath for a second before plunging you back into your personal hell.
>"Why do you have to be so difficult?!"
"Because you're being a horrible pony."
>She screams in frustration. "You will give me the respect I deserve as your mother, or so help me, there will cease to be an Anon!"
>With the last of your strength you look her dead in the eye.
"You'll never be my mother."
>The black spots in the corner of your vision creep closer to the center as you begin to feel light-headed.
>A small smile forms on your lips as you slip into unconsciousness.
>Sleep tight, Poner.

>Your dreams are clearer than conscience.
>People you once knew brush past you as you make your way up a mountain.
>As you ascend, your hooves making it more difficult than the practiced ease you had when you were bipedal, you begin to recognize details.
>The twin peaks of the adjacent mountains.
>The crude metal bars put in place to keep foolish tourists from plummeting to their deaths.
>Sneaker tracks in the mud, left rather recently.
>You take all of these in as you ascend, bringing yourself closer and closer to your destination.
>Finally, a Hemlock split in two by the elements marks your arrival.
>The summit.
>There was a light drizzle, so you were the only one there that day.
>You pulled out your mp3 player, and put on some music.
>That day, you were there to do only one thing.
>Forget.
>You sadly watch yourself, sitting on a ledge.
>You know what comes next.
>Nobody would have expected flash flooding with such a light drizzle at hand.
>The darker cumulonimbus clouds had rolled in without even so much as a thunderclap to serve as warning.
>By the time you heard the torrential downpour and the flowing of water, it was already too late.
>You sadly watch yourself plummet, disappearing in a flash of purple just before you would have reached terminal velocity.
>Almost as if it was all planned.
>You trot over to the ledge, the water having no impact on your ability as you are only a spectator.
>A crumpled form materialized.
>Right where you would have fallen.
>It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
>You look around.
>There it is.
>Right in one of the low branches of the tree, sits your mp3 player.
>It's still playing, about halfway through https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKJfJMMsqX4.
>Your favorite song to listen to when moping.
>A bit of math reveals the time on the player to be correct, about 22 seconds after your slip.
>You hate Twilight, but would your mind really conjure this afterthought just to fuck with you?
>You need to find out, and you'd rather not waste any more time dreaming.
>Closing your eyes, you take the leap yourself.
>With a jolt, your eyes shoot open.
>You're lying in a hospital bed, of course.
>You manage to resist shouting 'I'm healed!'
>Sweetie is sitting next to you, stroking your mane, and crying softly.
>She notices your eyes opening, and brings you into a tight hug.
"Ow! My ribs!"
>She immediately loosens her grip, wiping her face of tears.
>"I can't believe you went into the Everfree alone, you idiot!"
>Oh, so that's the cover story.
>Attacked by some sort of serpent, and saved by Twilit Spickle, the Knight in Shining Armor.
>Well, maybe it was the other way around.
>Oh great, and she's crying again.
>"I don't want to lose you too..."
>Too?
>OH.
>Oh no.
>Your death, that would have been acceptable.
>Though your 23 years had their fair share of ups and downs, you were happy.
>But those two...
>Okay, let's not jump to conclusions.
>But the CMC...
>No.
>This just... wasn't right.
>You think back to Twilight, smiling over your groggy form.
>'Life isn't fair, Anon.'
>You pull Sweetie in closer, ignoring the various intravenous drips secured in your legs.
"I won't leave you."
>She smiles slightly, but you can still see the pain in her eyes.
>"Sweet of you, but a rather lofty promise."
>Fuck. No.
>Purple is standing at the door smiling.
>You glare at her, motioning for her to close the door.
>She shakes her head, cantering over to your side.
>"Sweetie, can I have some time alone with my daughter?"
>"S-sure, Ms. Sparkle."
>"Princess Sparkle."
>"S-sure, Princess Sparkle."
>She exits, leaving behind a chair with a clear imprint.
>She's been here for a long time.
>Twilight slowly slides the door shut with a click.
>"I'm here for your gratitude."
"Fuck off."
>"That's no way to speak to your mother."
"My real mother is back on Earth. You have no right to soil that fine title with your name."
>She frowns.
>"After rescuing you from that constrictor, I would expect a bit more hospitality."
>You draw out enough saliva from your dry mouth to spit in her face.
"And now that I'm here, where's your leverage? In fact, I'd love it if you'd do that again, here and now. Let everyone know the real reason why I'm here."
>Her lips turn up in a malicious grin.
>"And how are you going to say anything about it without memories to speak of?"
"..."
>"Say it."
"T-thank you."
>"Didn't quite catch that."
"Thank you!"
>"There. Was that so hard?"
>You glare at her, but say nothing.
>"Tell you what, you need your rest. I'll be back at 5:00 with the work you've missed in school."
>She extinguishes the lamp in the corner, leaving you in near complete darkness.
>You close your eyelids, immediately knowing that you'll never fall asleep.
>Despite what Purple has done to you, you have no actual evidence against her.
>Poison could work if you played your cards right.
>Hydrogen cyanide seemed infeasible, considering the lackluster amount that could be procured from a single seed.
>And forget about getting apricots or cherries without any bits, and no idea where purple kept her's stashed.
>Ricin seemed like a decent option, but you had no idea if you could even obtain castor beans in Ponyville.
>Though castor oil was certainly common enough, finding the beans could prove difficult.
>You might be able to find samples of Polonium in her laboratory, but you'd rather not risk killing yourself as well as you know little about the proper procedures for safely handling them.
>Hoofling?
>Fuck it, handling works.
>...
>Perhaps poisoning isn't the answer.
>You also have no idea whether or not Purple's ascent to godhood has made her immune to the effects of poisoning.
>Unlikely, but you'd like certainty.
>You think back to your bed and grin.
>Applejack is sure to have a few containers of stump remover.
>The security is surprisingly lax in the hospital, not to mention nobody would miss a bottle of charcoal tablets.
>And sulfur...
>You recall something about it being used as a cosmetic product for dragons, but you have no idea where you'd find any.
>You'll just have to hope there are samples in the lab.
>Part of you wants to reconsider your choices.
>Is murder really your only option?
>Is a life on the run really what you want?
>The door creaks open.
>You open your eyes just enough to see an Earth pony filly not much smaller than you are.
>Holy shit.
>No way.
>"Heya, Nonny. Long time no see."
>Clevergirl.mp4
"L-league? What are you doing here?"
>"I'm here to listen."
"What is there to tell? I'm an orphaned filly, taken in by-"
>"You can cut the bull S-word."
>You smile.
"You always were a clever kid. Catch the time?"
>"Jus' about 3:30."
"Alright. Shut the door, and I'll tell you exactly what happened."
>She nods, closing the door behind her, and hopping up on the stool.
>She's still wearing the hat.
>"I know the real Anon wouldn't be stupid enough to wander into the Everfree alone." She gently lifts up the covers, revealing multiple layers of white bandages. "Tell me what really happened."
>You gulp.
"I'll get there. Please, let me tell the rest of the story first."
>Her ears perk up.
>You used to tease her about the sensitivity of those things, but you guess you're in the same boat now.
"But before I begin, know that you can't tell anybody what I'm about to tell you."
>"Anypony." She lightly taps your nose.
"Come on! I'm still getting used to it. Fine, anypony."
>She smiles, clearly satisfied.
"Twilight had invited me over. Routine physical exams and the like, I'll spare you the details. Halfway through one of them, she gives me this odd look."
>You pull the covers back over you. The sterile air they pumped through made the entire building frigid.
>You see that League is shivering a bit as well.
"Climb in."
>She doesn't need to be asked twice, taking the last bit of space left in the small cot you were in, and snuggling up to you.
"She asks me if I'd like to make 500 bits on the spot. Being the whore that I am, I couldn't turn down that kind of cash, especially not when my rent was due."
>She nods.
"I accepted, and she lead me down into a part of her house I haven't seen before. It was a small red room in a perfect cube shape. She shut the door behind us, securing it from the other side with a spell. There was no handle, first red flag."
>League begins to run her left hoof through your tangled mane. "Go on."
"She just starts sobbing, like completely out of nowhere. I ask her if anything is wrong, and she just glares at me."

>"You know perfectly well what's wrong."
>You just look over at her quizzically.
"Why did you bring me here?"
>She wipes her eyes, clearly eager to give a lesson, though still sniffling.
>"This is what is referred to in the Scientific community as a Mana conduit. It allows Alicorns and powerful unicorns to utilize their full magical potential without worry of personal harm from exertion. Functionally, it converts the powerful raw energy utilized by Earth Ponies into something that can be harnessed by a mage such as myself. I'm going to use it to transform your worthless ass into a dignified creature."
>You step back against the wall, pulling at the tiny crack in the wall that you know to be the door, but it won't budge.
>"Don't worry. It won't hurt that much."
"Get away from me, you psycho!"
>She slides her back hoof into what appears to be a lone horseshoe in the center of the room.
>Her horn begins to glow as her other three hooves slowly lift off the ground, unaided by her wings.
"Please! No! Whatever I did, I can fix it!"
>"No, Anon. It's time you learned about the irreplaceable the hard way."
>You shut your eyes as you feel your bones shift and shorten, muscles creasing and skin being pulled taut.
>The process is unbelievably painful, and you soon pass out.
>Purple is sitting there with a huge grin on her face when she reawakens.
>"Welcome to your new life, Anon."

>Your mane is much straighter now.
>"She's the reason you're here too, right?"
>You nod. "I can't hold a candle to her magic. Nopony can."
>She pulls you closer, the hat you gave her brushing its worn threads against your unkempt coat.
>You nuzzle her in return, feeling a bit better.
"I fucking missed you, kiddo."
>She wraps her front legs around you, careful not to upset the delicate cocktail of medications being pumped into you.
>"Don't worry. I'm not letting go anytime soon."
>As Little League kisses you lightly, you finally feel relaxed enough to let fatigue take you into the realm of subconsciousness.

>The next thing you know, Purple is tapping you on the shoulder.
>League is absent from your side, making you question if your entire encounter was, in fact, a dream.
>You inhale lightly.
>Bubblegum.
>Yep, League was here.
>Twilight sets a tray down beside you with a glass of orange juice and a math worksheet on it.
>She just looks at you for a few minutes before you realize the pencil she gave you never fell off of your ear.
>Huh.
>"If you need help with that, feel free to ask."
"I-I think I've got it."
>The math is expectedly simple, you breeze through both sides of the sheet in under five minutes.
>Twilight puts down another worksheet.
>Equestrian History.
>Luckily it comes with a paragraph or two of instruction, otherwise, you never would have finished it.
>You look up at Twilight, and she slaps down a few on writing.
>You glare at her.
"You know I could barely write with hands, right?"
>"I'm only the messenger, Anon."
>You grumble through your pencil as you painstakingly recreate the characters supplied.
"There. I'm done."
>"So you are. Well, goodnight."
>She begins to walk out.
"Hey! Purple!"
>She turns around, clearly annoyed by her given moniker.
>"What?"
"I haven't had anything to eat since... how long have I been out?"
>"Three days. Fine. I can grab you a cup of flavored gelatin."
>You shudder at the thought but nod your head.
>She returns a few minutes later.
>The cup even has a picture of a smiling cow on it.
>Aren't cows sentient?
>"Goodnight, Anon. I'll be by at noon to check you out."
"G-goodnight, Twilight."
>The stutter is a nice touch.
>You might keep it.
>You begin to dig into the gelatin (fuck it, it's jell-o.)
>You begin to dig into the Jell-o® while processing the day's events.
>You woke up, got an insult/hug combo from a now emotionally dependent filly you hardly knew, were forced into thanking Twilight for turning you into a pony, snuggled with an old friend who mysteriously disappeared before Twilight's return, and ate cherry Jell-o®.
>At least you would be out of this place by tomorrow, you needed to get started on your 'pet project.'
>Twilight had messed with the wrong shitposter.
>You pull the blankets over your head as you feel the effects of whatever they added while you were asleep with League kick in.
>You would normally consider it a horrible idea to give patients sleeping medications the day before they were released, but with the seemingly perfect workings of the potions, you weren't too worried.
>Magic sure was a convenient fix.
>You sniff the bed one more time, your nose brushing up against a slip of paper.
>'Meet me after school at the old baseball diamond.'
>You inhale the scent deeply.
>Yep, Strawberry Bubblegum.
>Little League was one hell of a drug.

>Twilight comes by at noon as promised.
>A white-coated Nurse removes the IVs from your front legs, mumbling something about 'this generation.'
>Cunt.
>You take a look at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a while.
>Your black mane is messy and more than a bit greasy. Your chest is wrapped with multiple layers of bandages, which you assume are for your broken ribs.
>Your coat is in much the same state as your mane.
>In other words, you're a fucking mess.
>Purple picks you up with her magic, placing you on her back.
>She smiles a bit when she hears you cry out in pain, your broken ribs not used to the pressure of your own weight.
>"Let's get you home, Clover."
"I can walk on my own, you know."
>"Nonsense. You're in much too damaged a state to walk."
>Her smile turns into a full-on grin.
>"Now let me just take this flight of stairs...."

>Your chest is on fire.
>While the tightly wrapped bandages kept your healing ribs in place, they couldn't do much for Purple's bouncing ass.
>At least she didn't force you to go back to school today.
>You collapse on your bed and begin to feel tears stream from your eyes.
>Damned kid body.
>You shakily force yourself up and slowly trot over to the bathroom.
>You were cleaning yourself up whether you liked it or no
>No showerhead.
>You sigh, giving in to the inevitable.
>You secure the plug in the bathtub and turn on the faucet.
>Hot.
>While you wait for your bath to fill, you carefully unwrap the bandages around your chest, gingerly setting them aside by the sink for later use.
>Holy shit, Twilight.
>The bruising was visible even through your thick green coat, your ribs appearing to have been set magically in favor of an invasive procedure.
>At least you got to keep your chest fluff, you would [spoiler] be kinda pissed [/spoiler] if they had shaved it off.
>You look over to the tub, cutting the flow of water when you see that it's nearly full.
>So'kay, you were a small pony.
>You climb into the bath, trying not to think of Murdock Nichols.
>Fanbases ruin everything.
>You sigh in relief as you feel the warm water wash over you.
>You hadn't had a proper bath in years.
>Grabbing the coat shampoo, you begin carefully working on your coat, starting with the chest fluff.
>You manage to clean your coat with little difficulty, except when you ran your hoof over your fillyhood.
>You... would have to get back to that one.
>Submerging your head, you begin to work on your greasy mane and tail.
>The tail is the tricky part, you end up having to use your back hooves to fully get all of the shampoo out of it.
>Pulling the plug, you hop out and towel yourself off, admiring your cute little body.
>You glance over at the bandages, taunting you with their nakedly imperceivable uncleanliness.
>You rummage about in the cabinet for a bit, coming out with an almost identical type of bandages.
>Almost.
>They're pink.
>...
>Fuck it, you're a little girl now.
>You wrap yourself back up, doing a rather decent job, though it clearly could have been done better by another party.
>Left for Dead made it look much easier.
>You hop up into bed, preparing yourself for a long reading session of... "Daring Do and the Crystal Spire?"
>Oh fuck, she didn't.
>Looking over at your bedside table, you realize none of the books present in your pack the day you fell are there.
>You groan in frustration.
"Twilight? What the hell did you do to my books?"
>She teleports in from god knows where, grinning ear to ear.
>"I'll be completely honest, I was going to burn them, but I couldn't bring myself to destroy the only known copies of such works."
>No way you were getting them back.
>"So instead, I decided to donate them to the permanent collection of the Canterlot Library."
>Fucking...
"Why the hell would you deny me my only form of decent entertainment?"
>She frowned a bit.
>"You spend way too much time inside, Clover. Those books were only hindering your social interactions."
"Not like you did any different as a child."
>"I won't be hearing any of that. You should be playing outside."
"Twilight, you broke most of my ribs. I thought I'd at least be allowed a bit of respite."
>"After our ride home? Wow, you really don't know me that well." She ruffled your mane for no particular reason.
"Fine... I'll go out in a couple of hours. Happy?"
>"Never. That'll be fine, though." She trotted out, leaving you to the infantile stupidity of Daring Do's exploits.
>You now understood why Rainbow liked these.
>All action and no substance.
>You guessed Twilight only read them for shits and giggles, like when you binged every chapter of My Immortal that one time.
>You polish it off in just under an hour, turning to see what else there is.
>Moon.
>That's all it says.
>No author, cover art, synopsis, or anything else on the outside.
>Odd.
>Normally you'd look something like this up, but the only library that could afford a magical index was the one with your entire stash of literature resting within its four walls.
>Screw it, you had an hour to kill before you had to meet League.
>You eagerly turn the first page to find the usual 'Work of Fiction' bit, with a small asterisk next to 'Fiction.'
>This was very strange.
>The second asterisk didn't seem to be anywhere on the page, either.
>Well...
>You scootch your head over to the lone pillow on your bed and get comfy.

>You stumble out of the castle, visibly shaken to anyone who might be looking at you.
>There was no way Purple had pre-read that.
>It was way too good for what was clearly meant to be a punishment.
>In your universe it would have been Science fantasy, but you guess it would just be Science fiction here.
>After all, what you considered fantasy was their reality.
>Even so, the concept of a lunar prison colony plotting to doom Equestria by plummeting the moon into it was a welcome change from Daring Dong and the Cucked Spiral.
>You almost wanted to keep reading, but you couldn't do that to League.
>Shit.
>You were almost late already.
>You break into a light gallop, careful not to jostle your ribs.

>The Diamond is understandably abandoned, considering the fact that it's built in a clearing in the Everfree.
>It's also the perfect meeting spot.
>An enchantment cast by the landscaper renders it practically invisible to monsters.
>Most ponies are terrified of the Everfree, keeping the Diamond from becoming a stoner hangout.
>You remember the day you discovered it, quietly doing research to determine its safety, and waiting for League's birthday to finally reveal it's existence.
>The two of you had hung out there all day, just enjoying the view.
>You're shaken out of your memories by a boop.
>You scrunch up your nose, eliciting a giggle from your friend.
"Sorry I'm late."
>She smiles.
>You smile.
>"Tis' alright. I expected a delay, anyways."
>She sits down on one of the benches, and you follow suit.
>"So, how has life been as one of us?"
"Do you want me to sugarcoat it, or be honest with you?"
>"Be honest."
"Not that great. Twilight took my books today."
>"Darn. I know how much those meant to you."
>Her avoidance of swearing is a bit annoying. When she found out you hated it, she began to force it even further.
"Damn, League."
>She kicks her leg a bit. "Darn. Unlike you, I'm actually a filly."
>Can't argue with her on that one, though her maturity can make it easy to forget. 
"So, why did you bring me out here?"
>She looks over at you. "Isn't it obvious?"
>You shake your head.
>"You're a fish out of water, Anon. I'm going to teach you how to blend into the ranks of the foals."
>If it were anybody else, you'd refuse, but you just can't say no to League.
>You sigh loudly, flopping onto the ground melodramatically.
"So... where do we start?"
>She grins excitedly.
>"Ice cream!"
"Zero to sixty, just like old times. Alright, who are we robbing to get these bits?"
>"I was hoping you would have some. Any ideas on how to make bits?"
>You grin devilishly.
>"No way. Not in a billion years."
"But cockatrice fighting would bring in hundreds! We just need a few cockatrices, a large arena, about fifty seats..."
>She looks over at you, clearly having expected something of a sexual nature.
>Fuck.
>You intended to pose it as a joke, but this could actually work.
"So... are there any kids in our class stupid enough to run after monsters if the price is right?"
>She nods.
>"I think I know a few..."

>Fifteen minutes later, you're leading two very gullible unicorns deep into the Everfree.
>"Uh, we're getting paid, right?"
"All the money you could possibly imagine, and more."
>Ha, you weren't even giving them a half of a percent of your earnings.
>You would rub your hooves together, but you were walking and didn't want to trip again.
>You had encountered multiple creatures, but none of them were exactly what you were looking for.
>You're beginning to doubt your ingenious plan.
>It may be early afternoon, but it could take hours to capture even one cockatrice.
>You'll need at least two for the exhibition match.
>And there's no way you're going to get any ice cream tonight if you go that route.
>You nudge League.
>"Hm?"
"This might be more of a long-term plan for getting bits. Do you want to sell lemonade or something instead?"
>Though you speak quietly, the other two hear you.
>"Hey! Are you telling us you wasted our time taking us out into the Everfree for nothing?!"
"Yes."
>You motion for League to run, and follow after her.
>You can hear shouting behind you, and you smell an acrid burning as a bolt of 1000-degree magick singes off a bit of your mane.
>Why was everyone out for blood here?
>...
>Preachy motivational statements aside, you have to agree with John Wooden on this one.
>Now how to get out of this?
>You could attempt to out-run them, they'd certainly run out of stamina much more quickly than earth ponies would.
>But you couldn't just bet your lives on a risky gambit.
>You grin as you see a lake coming towards you.
>You slow down slightly, just enough to let them be tailgating you.
>You leap forward, kicking up a cloud of sand in your wake.
>They cry out, but you and League are already out of sight.
>Not quite pocket sand, but you'll take what you can get in this pocketless land.
>"Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>"Do you really think they would have killed us?"
"I don't know."
>She looks a bit haunted by this, dammit if you didn't always pretend to know the answer to everything when you were human.
>But times are changing.
"Either way, we're safe now."
>You hug her tightly, and she returns the favor.
>You wish being a filly could just be >this.
>Spending time with League.
>Eh, you could make room for Sweetie.
>You realize now that you want your life to be nothing like the last.
>You think back to all of the other Anons.
>You never even namefagged.
>Not that you had a reason to, you weren't the type to draw or write.
>None of the people you considered your friends will even know of your disappearance.
>You think back to your last post on 4chan.
>You brought the laptop, not that it served the purpose of more than a once very expensive paperweight.
>It still sat in a box somewhere in your old house, the battery long since having been bled dry.
>You never saw the replies that may have come from your post, but you still remember what you typed in.
>'See you in Equestria, faggots.'
>You will never go back.
>You will never take another look at your door, the suicide note still likely nailed to it sloppily.
>When you got to the top of that mountain, you knew you were too much of a pussy to follow through.
>You actually felt a little bit of joy.
>Nobody would be by to see the note for another week.
>You will never hike back down the mountain, relief and regret looming over your head.
>You were murdered that day.
>And there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
>You hug Little League tighter, and she lets out a small squeak.
>You loosen your grip a little, thinking back to Twilight.
"Hey."
>She looks up at you.
"I think I know where we can get some money for ice cream."

"And this is where the Princess sleeps!"
>"Ohh...." Clicking cameras can be heard all around you. 
"Now, we'll have to be moving along. Any excess of twenty seconds per room is part of the Deluxe Tour Package."
>League grins at you, her baseball cap with your name on it replaced by one crudely marked 'Tour Guide'
>Fuck ice cream, after you milked a few more groups of clueless tourists, you could buy yourselves an entire cake to celebrate.
>You lead the tourists downstairs into the dungeon.
"This is where the Princess performs cruel experiments on unwilling creatures. Please recall that all of this is highly classified, and government-sanctioned, so there's sh- not much you can do about it."
>You weren't completely lying, the room Twilight transformed you in was down here. As for the government sanctioning, that was complete bullshit. 
"Now now, please stop crying. Please remember that tissues are a luxury item, and will only be provided once you have paid the necessary transaction fees."
>Jesus these tourists were pussies.
>As you continue with the tour, League begins to look more and more bored.
>You'd probably be in the same spot if you were really her age, you know how much you hated museums as a kid.
>You decide to wrap up the tour, collecting a few additional fees on the way out.
>League quickly replaces her Tour Guide cap with the old one, and the two of you feverishly work to erase all evidence of there ever having been a tour group.
>Just as you finish disposing of the novelty Twilight bobbleheads, you hear the door creak open.
>Shit.
>League looks at you, worry in her eyes.
>"Anon, you can't let her find me."
>Twilight was well aware of you and League's pre-transformation friendship.
"I know. Just... hide under my bed and watch out for the machinery and chemicals."
>She nods and scurries into your room.
>Twilight trots down the hallway. "Have a nice walk?"
"Mmhm."
>"Ready for dinner?"
"Twilight, it's 4:30."
>"And dinner's ready. Keep in mind that yesterday's offer is still on the table."
>You grumble to yourself as you follow her down the hallway.
>The two of you sit in silence. Not even the owl perched in the corner of the kitchen so much as makes a noise.
>She just set down a simple bottle of milk in front of you.
>HELL NO.
>She and Pegacorn could go fuck themselves.
>She looks you straight in the eye and discharges a few sparks from her horn.
>Fearing for what is essentially your life, you reach out for the bottle.
>She smiles and cradles her head in her hooves, eyes fixated on you.
>...
>You bring the bottle up to your mouth.
>You suckle on it, feeling the still-warm milk enter your mouth.
>The texture almost makes you gag.
>In the end, you finish about half of the bottle before just shaking your head.
>She shrugs and picks it up, pouring it down the drain.
>She finally breaks the silence. "Learn to adapt, or you're going to be a very hungry filly."
>Ugh...
>You run off to your room before she can prompt you to express gratitude for her 'meal.'
>League is gone, and there's a post-it note stuck to your pillow.
>'We need to discuss what we're going to do with our earnings. Meet me outside when you're done eating.'
>That pony needed to replace Sweetie Drops asap.
>You take the rarely mentioned back door out of the castle, seeing your friend leaning up against the crystalline walls, twirling her hat.
>She doesn't notice you yet.
>You decide to sneak up on her, but you trip and fall to the ground.
>League hears you. "Are you alright, 'Clover?'"
"This is my swamp...."
>She just looks down at you, a bit confused, before shrugging it off and helping you up.
>"So, what's the plan for the bits?"
>You rub your flank where you fell, and shrug. 
"You wouldn't happen to have anyplace to hide them back at your place, would you?"
>She shakes her head, averting your gaze.
"I think I've tapped the potential of my room's concealing properties with the bed."
>You begin to trot off with League as you ponder the issue, heading for Sugarcube Corner.
>The issue still in the back of your mind, you enter the front door with a bell sounding your entry.
>Before you can say anything, you're tackled by a pink mass of cocaine and cotton candy.
>Your heart beating noticeably harder, you look up to see that it's just Ponk.
"Pinkie, I can't move."
>She hops off of you and starts bouncing around. 
>"This is so great! Normally I don't give twwwwwwo welcome to Ponyville parties to the same... thing, but I'll make an exception just for you, Anon!"
>Wot
>Oh right, she's the lowest-functioning omnipotent the world has ever seen.
"That's great, Pinkie, but right now League and I just kinda want to get some ice-cream. Say, could we step into the back-room for a bit to talk about a couple of things?"
>"Sure!"
>As the three of you step into the backroom, you look around for prying eyes.
>Finding none, you sit on a crate of icing and begin to explain your plan to Pinkie.
"League and I have recently made quite a bit of bits selling tours of questionable legality around Twilight's castle. If you could hide our bits for us as a friend, we'd be grateful."
>League seems satisfied with that.
>"I'll do it, but not just as a friend. I have... other demands to fulfill first."
>She glances at you, licking her lips a bit.
>You nervously back up, not sure what to do in this scenario.
"W-what do you want, Pinkie?"
>"We both know what I want Anon, and I'm not above forcing your little friend into it as well."
>You try the door, but it's locked.
>League starts to whimper.
>"Taste testing!"
>Wot
>"I gotcha, didn't I?"
"Heh, yeah. You really got me, Pink."
>You are instinctively hugging League.
>She doesn't seem to mind.
>"Now come on, your bits are worth nothing here. Tonight's round is on the house!"
>Pinkie brings the two of you out into the main area, where she slides a couple of milkshakes across the table.
>"I wasn't kidding about the taste testing though, mkay?"
>She slaps down a notepad seemingly from out of nowhere.
"Do you have a pencil?"
>"You have one on your ear, silly!"
>Oh, right.
>Why can you never remember that?
>You pass it to League, who's already halfway through her shake.
>Sucking in the creamy substance, you immediately know how to describe it.
"Bretty good. Could use some ice cream with it, though."
>Why the hell did you say that?
>"Okay! I will make sure my committee hears your concerns." Pinkie begins pretending to talk to herself, prompting a giggle from both yourself and League.
>Oh that horse.
>You suck down the last bit of your milkshake, letting out a small belch.
>"So... I get off work in a few minutes. Anything you two want to do?"
>Before you can say anything, League pipes up.
>"Let's play a board game!"
>Hey, as long as it's not Ancap Monopoly, it could be fun.
>Don't want to get C&D'd, after all.
>League looks over to you.
>"So, any ideas, Anon?"
"Trump, the game."
>Pinkie laughs. "Silly, that doesn't exist here. I do have Obelisk, you might like that."
>"Sounds fun, how do we play?"
>"Well, it's a bit like chess in the way tha-"
>"Ohhh you have Candyland!"
>Both you and Pinkie look at each other, pain clear on both of your faces.
>"But wouldn't you rather-"
>"Nope."
"Wouldn't it be more stimulating to-"
>"Don't care."

>Sixteen games into Hasbro's coathanger abortion and you're starting to get really pissed.
>You're playing two card rules, but that doesn't make the game any less pure luck.
>Worst of all, League is winning every time, and you can't figure out how.
>Knowing her, she's somehow managed to glean strategy from this complete waste of time.
>You would respect her for it, but you've just been sent back to Plumpy.
>For the fifth time in the game.
>You groan in frustration as League reaches the rainbow tile yet again.
>Pinkie isn't faring much better, but she seems to somehow maintain her chipper attitude.
>"Alright, ready for the next game?"
>Pinkie yawns. "Whoooo I am exhausted! Why don't you two come back some other time? I'm going to turn in."
>Oh.
>Oh shit.
>You glance over at the clock, running out the door in a panicked frenzy.
>Fuckfuckfuck.
>Bolting down the streets, you feel the pit in your stomach grow even larger.
>Twilight wasn't going to be pleased.
>You arrive at the front entrance, only to find it locked.
>There's a note taped to it.
>"Good fillies get warm beds."
>You whimper slightly as you look around at the snow that has begun to fall steadily ever since you left the castle.
>No way you were staying out here tonight.
>You check the back door.
>It's unlocked.
>You grin as you push it open, being as quiet as you can as you move to your room.
>As you push the door open, you notice a light purple aura enveloping the hinges.
>You hear hoofsteps approaching.
>Crying out in frustration, you run down the hallway opposite to you.
>There are four doors you can enter, two of which you notice a seal on.
>The two unsealed doors are marked 'Storage 1' and 'Storage 2.'
>You would comment on Twilight's uncreative naming system, but you only have a few seconds to enter one of the two rooms.
>You decide on storage two until she passes and/or you come up with a better plan to escape her wrath.
>As you hear her enter the hallway, you can hear a faint magical aura open Storage 1.
>You hold your breath and try to move as little as possible, crouching in the corner behind the door.
>Thank god it opens inwards.
>Twilight does a quick sweep of the area with a light spell and closes the door with a bang, moving on.
>In the brief time the room was illuminated, you saw an oil lamp and a small packet of matches lying on the floor.
>Feeling around you feel the lamp, you find and strike one of the matches and carefully set the wick alight.
>Examining the lamp, you can see that it's designed for a pony to carry in their mouth, though it begs the question of why Twilight would need...
>Oh.
>You attempt to push away your guilt.
>Critical failure!
>You begin sobbing quietly on the ground. You're helpless, alone, and the pony that was supposed to be looking after you will hurt you when she next sees you.
>And you...
>You can't let that get to you.
>You put your face next to the lit wick of the oil candle, eager for any warmth you can glean from this cold, unfeeling environment.
>You lie there for a while, simply listening to the raspy sounds of your little lungs breathing.
>You hope the damage Purple did isn't permanent.
>After a bit, you decide that it would be best to make the most of the situation and check Twilight's storage cache.
>Looking around the room, you notice little of potential value, mainly ancient arcane scrolls with inscriptions you couldn't even hope to understand, even if you knew the tongue.
>One thing does catch your eye, however.
>Thrown into the corner of the crystalline closet, is a tiny plush pony.
>You can't quite make out who it's supposed to be at first in the poor lighting, but after giving it another gaze over, you realize it's a rather realistic Celestia doll with something attached.
>...
>Yep, that's a strap-on.
>You would try the thing out right now, but you'd rather clean it off first.
>You grin a bit, your mood improving a bit as you imagine Twilight railing herself with it while screaming "Praise the Sun!"
>Nontheless, you need physical comfort, and you need it now.
>You remove the strap-on and hug the plushie close, enjoying the feeling of the fluffy fabric against your own coat.
>The seals are a one-time use, and it's doubtful Twilight would reseal your room as she looked pretty beat when she poked her head in.
>You trot back to your room quietly, happy to have a warm bed even if it means that Twilight is likely to punish you.
>You cuddle up close to the Celestia plush, making sure to hide the strap-on under your bed for [spoiler]later.[/spoiler]
>As the snow falls lightly, you peacefully drift off to sleep.
>...
>Your dreams are nonsensical at best and nightmares at worst.
>Feeling Twilight squeeze the life out of you over and over again, freefalling down the mountain-face, and flashbacks to that one time you babysat your cousin and had to watch Johnny Test.
>You bolt upright in your bed at the last one, shuddering.
>It looks like you've slept through the night, though Twilight is nowhere to be seen.
>Perfect, you might be able to avoid her if you're lucky.
>Grabbing the strap-on, you turn the knob slowly.
>Moving quietly around the castle is almost second-nature to you at this point.
>You quietly move into the kitchen, grabbing your lunch from the table.
>Wait, what?
>"Come on. You don't really think I'm that stupid, do you?"
"Frankly, yes." You toss the strap on at her and try to book it out the door, but she grabs you with her magicks before you can make much headway.
>She hoists you up into the air, moving your squirming body right in front of her face.
>"As much as I'd like to beat the everliving shit out of you, the fact stands that you have school this morning. If you manage to somehow not fuck up all day, I'll consider dropping my ideas."
"Put me down!"
>"No." With a blinding flash, you're in the schoolyard puking your guts out once again.
>To make matters even worse, you realize that Twilight didn't give you your homework.
>Looking at the clocktower, you notice that it's almost seven.
>Wiping the vomit off of your face, you break into a light canter back to the Friendship Castle,™ glancing at the clocktower every once in a while.
>You manage to make it back by 7:15, completely out of breath, with your ribs giving you more than a bit of discomfort.
>The back door, as always, is unlocked.
>Weareanonymous.txt
>You seem to remember plopping the work down on your bedside table after getting back from the hospital.
>You make it to your room without any issues, sticking the papers in some spare saddlebags you found in the closet.
>School will probably be pretty boring...
>You grab Moon for good measure.
>Trotting out into the hallway, you fail to notice Twilight before she notices you.
>She narrows her eyes. "What are you doing back here?"
"I uh... well, my homework..."
>"And why didn't you grab it when you got out of bed?"
"Look, you're the one who told me not to get in trouble today! I'm about to be late for school, could you at least teleport me back?"
>"No. I'm feeling generous today, we'll let this serve as another warning, hm? Hurry on to school, now."
>You breathe a sigh of relief, and almost break into a gallop trying to get back on time.
>Why do you suddenly care so much about what purple wants you to do?
>No. She's not breaking you, you just...
>My god, she's breaking you.
>This realization hits you like a sack of bricks, forcing you to stop in the middle of the road.
>You look up at the clock tower and groan in anguish.
>You used to fuck with Purple for fun.
>Drinking with Spike.
>Drinking [i]Her[/i] alcohol with Spike.
>...
>You barely make it to school on time, sitting down in the seat that now bears your pseudonym on the front of it, complete with cutesy flowers.
>Your bandages are visible from this angle, and you catch a few of your classmates staring at you.
>You smile weakly, hoping sympathy could earn you a potential friend or two.
>Most of them look away at that.
>So just like before, huh.
>You spot League in the opposite corner, her smug grin visible underneath her cap.
>Sweetie is nowhere to be seen.
>You pull out Moon and begin reading where you left off.
'Preparations had just begun for what would be a project hundreds of years in the making. The self-appointed Queen, though weak in magical power, still had just as much of a political aura. The unicorns began to pull in passing asteroids, which were in turn smashed by the powerful thighs of the Earth ponies to extract the raw materials....'
>Heh, powerful thighs.
>You could totally get behind some of those.
>Or rather, in front of.
>Just as Ms. Cheerilee starts her lecture on basic fractions, Sweetie Belle enters the classroom, taking her seat in the front of the room.
>She doesn't look too well.
>You're still not sure what the exact verdict on the status of the other two Crusaders is, but you can assume.
>Poor kid.
>You go back to reading, the class time dwindling away until lunch. 
>You're passed a worksheet which you complete with little effort.
>You intentionally miss a few of the problems, however.
>Don't want her figuring out you know all of this and giving you actual work, even if that would probably be just as easy.
>You laugh at the prospect, you only barely passed your last math class in college.
>Granted, you did skip about half of the lectures...
>The bell rings for lunch, interrupting your thoughts.
>You see your classmates already filing out.
>You should probably find a few to sit with, not that you don't have any in mind.
>Sweetie looks like she could use some cheering up, so you go over to sit by her.
>You were going to get League, but she followed you over to the bench anyways.
>Hmm... how to inquire about the other two without sounding like a jackass?
>You reach into your saddlebags to retrieve your lunch, only to come up empty-hooved.
>Right, dammit.
>"How are you feeling, Nonny?" Sweetie nudges you, prompting you to jump a bit.
>You needed to establish a name, and stick with it.
"Alright. You two think pink is my color?"
>"Well, I guess those were just the bandages they gave ya, right?"
>"She was wearing white ones in the hospital."
>"Wait, how did you know that?"
>League smiled slyly. "I'm a wizard."
"Pffft. As if. Where's your book of arcane magic and your staff?"
>"Duh. At my house! You think I'd bring that S-word here?"
>Sweetie laughs, seemingly feeling a bit better.
"I'll have you know, I'm the mightiest sorcerer in the land and my energy can only be replenished with the blood of fillies!"
>You begin to chase the other two around, eventually catching and doing subsequent mock satanic rituals to 'Harvest their life energy, or whatever.'
>The three of you collapse back on the bench, sweaty, covered in dirt, and laughing hysterically.
"That's how you win an [i]actual[/i] game, League."
>League just brushes you off, still giggling. 
>You're still really hungry, not that you'd tell the others that.
>You get a drink of water to distract yourself, but it doesn't help much.
>Sitting back down, your stomach grumbles.
>"Nonny, do you have a lunch?"
>Fuck.
"I'm not that hungry, really."
>Sweetie looks at you, clearly not buying it.
>"Mmhmm. League, hold her down!"
>Wot
>With strength you didn't know she possessed, League pins you to the ground.
>You mumble something about pro wrestling, but they ignore you.
>"Look, friends are there for each other, Nonny. I'm not just gonna let you go hungry."
"I'm fine, please. You need that food just as much as I do."
>League chips in. "No, she doesn't. Anon, you're going to f-word yourself over if you keep up like this. Stop being prideful, and eat."
"If I agree, will you get off of me?"
>"Yes."
"Fine."
>Sweetie offers you half of her sandwich, and League offers you half of hers.
>Peanut butter and jelly doesn't go that well with cucumber and cream cheese, but you're grateful either way.
>"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Heh, yeah. At least you're not forcing breast milk down my throat, right?"
>Awkwardsilence.mp4
>The bell starts to ring, and the three of you head back into the classroom.
>The next subject is history.
>The main lesson consists of the conflict from that one Hearth's Warming episode, excepting the fact that it goes more into political relations than the episode did.
>It interests you just enough to get you to put down the book and listen in for a bit.
>Not to mention the fact that you don't want to fail one of the few subjects you don't have as much of a natural edge in.
>Despite still being horrible at writing with your mouth, the rest of the day passes uneventfully, and you soon find yourself waiting for Twilight once again.
>League left as soon as the bell rang, and Sweetie cited a prior engagement with Rarity.
>"Hey, faggot."
"No you."
>"Is that all you say?"
"No. You."
>At least her lackey had already left.
>Come to think of it, it was just the two of you out here now...
>Apparently she notices this as well as she slams her hoof into your cheek.
>Hard.
>You lose your balance and fall over onto your back, thanking your lucky stars she didn't aim for the ribs.
>"Pathetic. I can see why a moron like you would just wander off into the Everfree alone."
>Don't retaliate.
>"I never thought Twilight's daughter would be such a weakling."
>She's just trying to piss you off so she can get you suspended.
"Ha. As if. I'm no daughter of that bitc-"
>She slams her hoof into your other cheek.
>She stood over you, smiling menacingly.
>"You really shouldn't talk that way about the Princess of Friendship."
>Despite the pain in your ribs and in your mouth, you laugh.
"Is that really all you have? Basic psychological tactics and a few thrown punches? Look, kid, I can read you like a book. You're trying to piss me off so that I'll fight back. Once that's said and done, you'll go home and cry to your parents about me, and get me suspended. While I appreciate the effort, you aren't saying anything I haven't heard a thousand times before from pe- ponies of a much higher caliber than you are. Go home, kid. You're not going to get shit done here today."
>She looks at you, obviously trying to hide the stunned look in her eyes.
"Your type are a dime a dozen. At least you were lucky enough to be born into wealth, that should give you a good four years after we finish school before your parents boot you out and you have to work at the local McDon- Hayburger."
>Damn these ponies and their term twisting.
>You wrap your forelegs behind your head, fully exposing the bandages you had partially covered.
>Big mistake.
>She throws a punch which you just barely manage to dodge, it connecting with your side as opposed to your ribs.
>Hurts like a bitch, but it's better than the alternative.
>You get into a standing position as quickly as possible, managing to avoid being knocked back over.
>No way you were letting your ribs get fucked up twice in one week.
>You glance back, seeing your assailant not far behind you.
>You whimper a bit despite yourself, not sure how the fuck you're going to get out of this one.
>There don't seem to be any ponies around that you could seek out for help so you just begin to run frantically, calling Diamond a cunt over your shoulder and zigzagging a bit, though you're not sure how effective that is.
>You greatly overestimated your stamina, and begin to slow considerably after a little while, while DT maintains a steady pace.
>After a jog through about half of Ponyville, you collapse.
>A shadow moves towards you.
>"Pathetic."
>"What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?!"
>"Ms. Sparkle I-"
>"Princess Sparkle, you little shit. If I see you near Clover again, well, let's just say that it wouldn't be my first time experimenting on a minor."
>She gulps and runs off.
>"H-hey, Anon. Were you a good filly today?"
>You immediately wrap her in a hug, forgetting just for a moment about all of the pain she's caused you in the last few days.
>She smiles, returning the gesture.
>Do you really want to kill her?
"Y-yes." 
>Damn filly emotions, you're starting to tear up.
>You just let it happen as you bury your face in her chest and begin to sob.
>Sure, she's an abusive cunt who kidnapped you from your world for her studies, but if she hadn't been there, you would be dead right now.
>"Shh... shh... let it all out. I'm here now."
>And she's all you have now.
"S-she knocked me over, a-and then she t-tried to b-break my ribs again..."
>"I'll see to it that she's taken care of." She gently lifts you with her magic, carefully lying you down belly-up on her back.
>Could this be all she wants, just a filly to take care of?
>No... you'd be crazy if you conformed to this!
>Aaaaaah!
>You can't fucking decide!
>You feel yourself slowly drifting off to the rhythmic movements of Twilight's back.
>Your last thought before slipping into a deep sleep is that you never thought you'd ride a pony [s]Non-sexually.[/s]
>...
>You wake up feeling oddly comfortable.
>Your wet mane is covering your eyes.
>Huh, wouldn't have thought you'd sleep through her bathing you.
>You can feel something warm next to you, and come to think of it, all around you.
>Twisting your neck slightly, you can see that Twilight is snuggled up next to you, her feathery wings having a similar effect to a down sleeping bag.
>Goddamn you miss camping.
>She notices you stirring.
>"Hey, sleep alright, Clover?"
>You'll let it slide this once.
"Yeah... how long was I out?"
>She glances at the clock on the wall. "About two hours." She nuzzles your chestfloof.
>You really shouldn't, but you're going to let bygones be bygones for the moment for the sake of cuddles.
>After all, Purple is really comfy.
>You return the favor, though she has considerably less of the aforementioned.
>You know this isn't right.
>Not that this is [i]that[/i] bad, stay out of trouble, have the fun childhood your awkward self never had...
>There really isn't an easy answer to this, but you think you can at least rule out murder for the time being.
>You become so lost in your own thoughts that you fail to notice Purple pulling out a book until you hear the sound of pages turning.
>"So, I felt a bit bad about donating your books to the Canterlot library, and decided to retrieve a few of them. Anything in particular you'd like for me to read to you?"
>You ponder her question for a moment.
"Anything works, I'm not all that picky."
>"Alright. 'Gil's All Fright Diner,' here we go!"
>Hoo boy, you're not sure she's going to enjoy that one.
>Ah, screw it. Let her figure out the context as she goes.
>"In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men. Well, not men exactly..."
>It's been a while since you've read this one, and that certainly adds to the enjoyment of it. It's a campy book, but it's worth a good laugh, and the story isn't half bad either.
>Plus with your close proximity to Twilight, you get to feel her cringe every time a sexual euphemism of some sort is made.
>Surprisingly, she manages to wrap up about half the book before closing it.
>She doesn't bookmark it, so you can only assume she's gotten enough out of it, or has a good enough memory to remember where she left off.
>Judging by her apprehension to all of the sexual jokes, you're banking on the former.
>Regardless, it was rather nice to have her read to you.
>You could get used to this, if only she acted like this most of the time.
>She interrupts your thoughts by slowly shifting out of your bed.
"Noooo..."
>"Sorry, I just figured I'd start cooking dinner. Anything strike your fancy?"
"Hmm... yes. Beef tenderloin, medium rare. Served with broccoli, mashed potatoes, a side of Bearnaise sauce, and a glass of Rosé."
>"Okay, really."
>Shit.
"Um... tendies?"
>"Anon, what the Tartarus are these 'tendies' you're always talking about?"
>You grin evilly.
"You see back where I'm from, chickens aren't treated as living creatures, they're treated as simply living, breathing ingredients in the great tendy machine."
>"Okay, go on."
"When a chicken has reached sufficient mass, aided by growth hormones, it is herded along with thousands of its brethren into a 'tendy artery.' These arteries, aided by the power of the internal combustion engine, carry the chickens to the glorious, efficient tendy machine."
>"And what does this machine do?" She looks quite concerned at this point.
"Worry not, a swift rotating blade ends the misery of all but a few unlucky fowl. For those unlucky enough to receive the sweet embrace of death-"
>"Okay, okay! I get it! Your world is a horrible, cruel, place!"
"Quite the contrary, you didn't let me finish. The ends certainly justify the means, for of the blood and bones of the unimportant fallen come the sweet, succulent nuggets of joy known only as 'tendies.'"
>Well, not known only as, but for narrative purposes you'll leave that out.
>"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, for your sake. I have some soy nuggets if that's alright."
"Alright..."
>The Owl is seemingly asleep, for its presence doesn't grace the dining room with it's judging, cold, eyes.
>You've never really been one to admire birds of prey.
>You can respect their tactics and brutal efficiency, but something about those talons and sharp beaks never quite set well with you.
>As the last of your pseudotendies are completed, you dig in, begrudgingly.
>Tofu is nowhere as good as meat, PETA be damned.
>So many inconsistencies...
>The gelatin was kosher, but meat isn't?
>Normally that would set alright with you, but in a world where the cattle are able to speak in the same manner as equines like yourself...
>No, not like yourself.
>You [i]are[/i] human, aren't you? 
>Wiping the crumbs off of your lips, you sigh.
>Nothing will ever be the same, and it's all your own damn fault.
>Lost in thought, you fail to notice the magical aura until it has already enveloped you.
>You kick your hooves pointlessly as Twilight giggles.
>"You know you're pretty cute when you aren't acting like an ass, Anon."
"I-I'm not cute!"
>You pout a bit.
>"Sure you aren't. Come on."
>She carries you over to her bedroom, laughing a bit.
>You allow yourself to be carried, not like you have much choice in the matter.
>Purple sets you down on your ass, climbing onto the bed after you.
>She lays down, exposing her lactating teats.
>You're not even going to ask what spell she dug up to activate them.
>"Come on, Clover. Aren't you still a bit hungry?"
>You really are, those soy spawns of Satan aren't very filling, not that you'd tell her this.
"Twilight, this sort of shit is exactly why I 'act up.' No, the tenders were plenty filling, thank you."
>You begin to walk away.
>When will you learn?
>Twilight grasps you firmly with her magic, pulling you close to her.
>She looks down at you, and for the first time you notice just how much she dwarfs you as an Alicorn.
>"Say that again for me, will you?"
                                                             --Alt End 1--
"Fuck. You."
>She grins as she holds you down with her surprisingly powerful hooves, must be the damned earth pony in her.
>"You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw your adorable little green face, but I'm a pony of high moral standards."
>Ha, as if.
>Wait, she isn't implying is she?!
"No! Please! I'll suck the tits!"
>"You're far too late, Anon. Your fate was sealed the moment you set foot in the Everfree. I'd like to show you what it feels like to have something taken away from you."
"Please, Twilight! Be reasonable! You can't blame me for something that was out of my control."
>You can see the burning hatred in her eyes now more than ever before, even more so than on the day she turned you.
>You struggle even more violently under her hooves, screeching loudly in hopes that the castle walls were never soundproofed.
>Your cries go unheard as Twilight prepares the spell, her purple magic enveloping your skull as you feel yourself slipping down the drain.
>...
>You are Little League, filly of obligatory Anon pursuit and unnamed sports-based talents.
>The weekend has been cruel to you without Anon, or Clover as he's now known.
>You mainly just loitered around, which was allowed for the most part since you're a cute filly.
>But it was all going to be worth the wait to see him again!
>You skip excitedly to school, your hat freshly washed with care [s]And a couple of Hyde pods.[/s]
>As you enter the schoolyard, you see Anon chatting with Sweetie Belle, though you can't make out anything from this distance.
>As you move closer you can hear them discussing Cutie Marks.
>Sweetie notices you. "Hey, League! Come on over!"
>Anon looks at you a bit puzzled.
>"Who's she?"
>...What?
>WHAT?!
"Anon, it's me. League."
>She gives you another confused look.
>"My name is Green Clover, nice to meet you too?"
>Oh no.
>Nononononononono.
"Anon, please! The Baseball Diamond! The time you took me out on a date as a joke! Please, I know you're in there!"
>"She's a bit of an odd one, isn't she?"
>"League over there is just imaginative! I figured I'd introduce you to some of your classmates since it's your first day."
>You sit through class in a daze, the questions swirling in your head preventing you from getting any work done.
>Why would Twilight do this to Anon?
>How had she cast the spell on the entire town?
>Why weren't you effected?
>You don't even notice lunch, and before you know it, the day is over.
>Instead of going home, you trot off into the Everfree, following the path less traveled to the Diamond.
>Somehow you expected him to be here...
>At least you still have a solution.
>The hazy daze of today, the blurry details about what you did this weekend, they all make sense.
>As you step outside the Diamond, you smile as you hear a Timberwolf stalk nearby.
>Soon you will exit this nightmare and be back with Anon, safe and sound.
                                                             -/Alt End 1--
"Um... I could make room?"
>"Good enough." She levitates you over to her waiting teats, gently pressing your face into them.
>You reluctantly begin to suckle, soon feeling warm milk trickle into your mouth.
>Though this isn't your fetish, you certainly would rather have it than any punishment Twilight might dish out.
>...But this is a punishment, isn't it?
>When your stomach is sufficiently full of milk, you scooch back away from Twilight's crotchtits.
>She begins to gently wipe the milk off of your face, laughing a bit at you.
>So this is her plan, then.
>To slowly break you with conditioning like this.
>You have to give her credit for trying, but you were made of tougher stuff than that.
>Years of putting up with the bullshit of psychologists had given you considerable insight into just how to prevent people from getting inside your head.
>It'd probably be in your best interests to go along for now, though.
>You snuggle into Twilight's mane, the length of it allowing you to use it as a blanket of sorts.
>It hasn't yet gained the flowing quality of the original two yet, but it's actually quite comfortable.
>Maybe you could let yourself enjoy this just for a moment...
>You hear a slight shimmering of magical discharge as Twilight levitates something up onto the bed. 
>She clears her throat and you turn your head to see that she is, in fact, holding a book.
>'Applied Organic Chemistry and the Equestrian Citizen, a Field Guide.'
>Ha, bitch thinks that'll knock you out cold.
>Jokes on her, you enjoy Chemistry and...
>You yawn, realizing just how tired you are.
>You can't let Purple horse win this fight, though.
>As she begins to read word for word from the textbook, you feel your eyelids grow heavy.
>But that would happen with any book.
>You curl up into a ball, belching slightly due to the milk.
>You're asleep before your head hits the sheets.
>You don't recall any of your dreams as you wake up and look over at the old clock on your wall.
>7:30.
>Shit, you were going to be late for school!
>Rushing out of bed and down the hall, you suddenly grasp just how ridiculous this all is.
>1. Since when do you care about your second education?
>2. Why the fuck didn't you realize it was Saturday?
>You giddily consider the possibilities of an entire day without the Tyranny of Purple.
>Though you really should gather supplies in case you decide to go through with your plan, you'd rather sneak into the Apple farm under the cover of night, you still have no idea where to find Sulfur, and Charcoal is also out of the question until someone lands their ass in the hospital.
>Not it.
>You decide to absentmindedly head off in the direction of League's house. Despite the fact that you've lived in Ponyville for a bit now, she might know what to do.
>You arrive at the tiny cabin on the edge of town and ring the doorbell.
>You hear some objects crashing over, and eventually a haggard-looking stallion arrives at the door. "Look, kid, I don't want your fucking cookies. Either get off of my lawn, or the dogs are going to escort you yourself."
>At least he was a bit nicer now that you were a filly.
"Heya. Just came by to see if League was home."
>"Yes, what's it to you?"
"She's a friend of mine, and if you lay a hoof on me, I can throw quite the hardball if you catch my drift."
>He looks at you, puzzled.
>"Kid, you're fuckin' hilarious! Give me a second, I think she's reading."
>He disappears from view as you hear a bit of shouting and a few objects being thrown.
>Truth be told, you never liked Minor League, but he was the only other guy in town who could hold a candle to you when it came to drinking challenges, so you tolerated him.
>At least he didn't abuse Little League to your knowledge. Nobody fucks with that filly on your watch.
>Or lack thereof...
>Good fillies wear watches.
>Minor brings out League a few minutes later, and the two of you walk off.
>"So, any plans for today, Anon?"
"Well, we still have our haul from a few nights ago. I think we can trust Pinkie to not blow it all on hookers and cocaine."
>Pinkie promise your ass, you had tied that bag as tight as you could. You liked Pinkie, but you trusted no one with your cash.
>Well, the plural your in this case.
>Not that (((they))) could distinguish.
>The two of you head in the direction of Sugarcube Corner, arriving a few minutes later with no issues.
>Might just be a lack of an early morning rush, but everything seems quiet.
>Too quiet.
>You case out the building but find nothing. All of the curtains are drawn, though the door doesn't appear to be locked.
>You open it a crack to check for a tripwire or other nefarious riggings, only to be hit in the face with a shit ton of confetti.
>"Surprise!" 
>Awww...
>You smile as the lights turn on to see a room full of ponies, most of them unfamiliar faces.
>Still, it's the thought that counts. You do recognize Sweetie Belle, Pinkie, (of course) and a few of the fillies from your class along with a few of the ponies you used to go drinking with, though they don't seem to be too interested in you.
>League looks just as confused as you are, but knowing Pinkie's uncanny abilities, you decide not to question how she knew exactly when you were going to arrive, lest you find evidence of a single, static, timeline.
>Dammit, don't think about it!
>You hop up on the stool next to Pinkie, League taking her other side.
>Oh yeah, and Sweetie Belle is also there.
"Thanks for all of this, Ponk."
>She giggles and boops your nose, prompting you to scrunch it. "Please. It's my job to welcome everypony to this town, (she lowers her voice) even if that means doing it twice!"
>She slides you a root beer, which you begin to chug with reckless abandon.
>Hell of a lot better than your first party already, Pinkie couldn't convince anyone to come to it.
>At least Pinkie was there. That was the first time you really got to know her.
>The two of you talked for a few hours, mainly small talk until you got onto the topic of music.
>You left the bakery that day with a head full of songs, and an arm full of records.
>It was a shame the fall had destroyed your phone as well as broke your legs, (fucking Purple) you really wanted to show Pinkie some of the stuff humans listened to.
>You'd start with Shadilay...
>League rouses you from your memories with a hoof on your back.
>"Hey, Anon. Want to dance?"
>Hot damn that is some fine electronica.
>Well, assuming their equivalent of electronic instruments don't run on magic...
"Hell yes."
>Dancing as a pony is a bit odd, and it's made even stranger by the fact that you've never danced with another person before.
>You were always the kind to sperg out and dance to shit in your house when no one was around.
>With League as your guide though, you began to get the hang of it.
>You move your hooves to the beat, turns out ponies don't really dance with others like humans do.
>Fine by you.
>You let the beats take you for a while, until Pinkie taps your shoulder.
>"Hey Anon, you look hungry. Want to take a break?"
>You nod, realizing the last thing you had consumed was...
>We don't talk about the last thing you had.
>Pinkie slides a cupcake over to you, and you begin to chow down on the frosted treat.
>Damn, that's some high-quality frosting. You let out a small moan as you swallow.
>You offer a bite to Sweetie, only to see that she and League have already been served.