>You have been in Canterlot castle for over two months.
>Princess Celestia has ordered that you stay in Canterlot castle until you have become acquainted with your newly given title as The Spirit of Winter.
>Your time spent in Canterlot has been in relative comfort, fine dining and fine alcohol has made up for the lack of visitors.
>But what could you have expected, you are a species that up until a few month ago was never thought to have existed and you only had only three days to meet anyone.
>You find yourself once again standing on a balcony overlook the a sunset covered valley.
>Your thoughts wander to what you are going to do with this new life.
>Where will you live?
>You could make a giant ice castle on top of a mountain.
>From what you gather summer is a bitch and she’ll probably just melt if for the lulz.
>Then your dick takes control.
>What are you going to do about your more primal needs?
>There are plenty of pretty mares around, who seem fine with…, interspecies relationships.
>Holy shit you’re depraved.  You are not a horse fucker.
>But it has been a year since you last fucked or even rubbed one out.
>Shut up boner.
 
>Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud resounding voice.
>”Winter, we hath found thee”
>You turn around to see Princess Luna behind you, to which you instinctively kneel before her.
>”Thou not needith to bow every time thou sees us, if thou are to be part of our entourage, If thou did then ye would collapse from exhaustion."
>”Hath our sister not told thee?  Since Winter and Autumn are dominated by the night thou art part of our entourage and thee must be ready to be called to action if we need thee”
>oooookay
>”Dost thou need to talk about anything?  As our subjects like to say.”
No I’m fine.
>Luna turns around but before she can you need an answer to the question that has been burning in you since you were first brought to Canterlot.
Luna…
>”Yes Winter?”
Why was I chosen?
>”We do not know why, we have not seen the old Winter since we returned from the moon.  All we can say is Winter was always a stoic and melancholy soul”
Oh… Thanks Luna.
>”If thou needith anything else, all thou must do is ask”
Thank you Luna.
 
 
>You sleep was dreamless and your morning un-eventful.
>There is one question that is still on your mind.
>What are you going to do about your blue balls?
>You’re not a horse fucker.
>It’s been a long time.
>you’re not a horse fucker
>That mare over there looks cute
>You’re not a horse fucker
>IT’S BEEN A LONG FUCKING TIME!
>Y-o-u a-r-e n-o-t a h-o-r-s-e f-u-c-k-e-r
>Your mind wanders back to certain white pony with deep purple mane and eyes that make the clearest bluest Siberian Lake pale in comparison.
>We’ll talk about this later boner.
>You shouldn't do it.
>Rarity does have clothes waiting for you.
>Yeah and so does the castle.
>Dude, what else are you going to do?
 
>You have a long way to go before you get to Ponyville.
>But why walk when you can fly?  Sort of...
>You immediately turn your body into millions of tiny ice crystals and are taken away by the wind
>All you have to do is make sure your ghost stays with your body.
>This probably won’t affect the weather... you hope.
 
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>A few hours have gone by since you left Canterlot
>You’ve passed Cloudsdale, but you're progress is starting to slow
>A gentle spring breeze isn’t exactly what you expected
>Suddenly you begin to feel something pulling on your ghost
>This shouldn’t be happening
>No one should be able to see you
>The force pulling you to the ground gets stronger until you are in complete free fall
>You hit the ground painlessly, likely because you’re a ghost, you probably won’t be able to say the same thing for your body
>Your body reforms back into its original form and lands on your ghost with a thud and you think you hear a crunch
Jesus fuck Christ who th-
>You look up to see an all green Pegasus with flowers and vines in its mane    
>You can’t tell it it’s a mare or a really gay looking stallion
>”I don’t remember a cold front being scheduled for today”
>Giant faggot
Yeah well I, don't exactly care.
>"Mm I bet you do."
Mind if I ask exactly who you are?
>”Don’t you remember Winter? It’s me Florin! ”
>Okay
Okay aaand?
>At your feet you get the sensation of a dozen snakes sliding up your leg
What the fuck!?
>Looking down you see that instead of snakes, vines are making their way up your legs
>It's now clear that this poofter is the Spirit of Spring
>Why were you expecting this...
Er, Sorry I don’t think we’ve met
>”Oh that’s riiight.  You’re the new Winter! Mmmmmh you don’t look half bad for a giant monkey thing”
Weeel listen I go-
>”So who is your little ass taking to the Summer Sun Banquet?  I haven’t been able to find anypony who can handle all this”
>Florin slaps his flank
Wait...banquet?  What banquet?
>”Oh don’t be such a tease!  You know the banquet where we all get together and celebrate the passing of spring!  It’s always been tradition for a stallion to take mare with him… or a stallion to take another stallion”
>Florin gives you a half lidded look
Well good luck with that
>Before he can interject you turn yourself back into ice and you are taken away by a gust of wind
>You need to get to Ponyville before that queer can lock onto you again
 
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>Again You’re millions of tiny ice crystals floating in the wind
>The recent gale of wind has propelled you quickly over the road and you are now over some Apple orchard
>Apples… giant orchard… oh this must be Applejacks place
>A little snooping wouldn’t hurt
>You’re ghost swoops down and you are now flying among the apple trees like in the movies
>Ahead you see a tan pony with blonde mane lying under one of the blossoming apple trees asleep
> You stop hovering over her, she can’t see you because you’re a fucking ghost
> Hmmm A little trick wouldn’t do any harm
>You take a deep breath and blow a gust of artic wind that would make your nipples hard enough to cut diamonds
>”AHH!! What in Tarnation!!
>Your work is done and you fly away chuckling making sure she can hear you because you’re mischievous like that
>Quickly you slip back to your ice crystal body only to find that it has barely made any progress
>wtfman.jpg
>You might as well do some snooping to see what has happened since you left
 
>Your ghost floating over Ponyville a few miles ahead of your body
>What fun to be had
>You decide to pop in and see what Twilight is up to
>You’re near the Library tree where Twilight lines and you float over to one of the upper windows
>You don’t see her
>You wait for a few minutes to see if she’ll come into view
>You begin to get impatient, this is not worth i- oh wait there she is. Her hair is a little messy but then again she always seemed a little socially akward
>Wait… is that your coat?  What’s she doing with your coat?
>She walks over to the coat rack and hangs it up, but before she walks away she takes it and…. Is she… smelling your coat?
>You think you can see her eyes roll back
>Ehhh she might have just washed it and is seeing if she got all the SLAVIC STANK out of it, yeah
> Alright nothing else to see here
 
>You spend the next half an hour snooping through but nothing interesting to see
>You float back up to look for your body, which is now conveniently just hanging over the town square due to a lack of wind
>Your condense your body into water and then into flesh and bone
>Slowly and gracefully you ease to the ground
>Looking around you see that everyone is staring
>That’s weird; they didn’t seem to care about you before.  You guess that they probably just want a good look at the embodiment of winter.
>You decide that you should probably get you stuff from Twilight, so you begin the short walk to her place
>As you are walking you see Lyra giving you a wide eyed look like you’ve never seen so you decide to give her a little wave as you walk by
>She faints
>What?  
 
>Just then the a gust of wind accompanied by a fruity chuckle alerts you to the fact that you’re completely naked
>Immediately you cup your hands over THA THICKNESS and make a 180 degree turn toward Raritys place
>You are running like a bull moose in musk is chasing you and your naked ass is attracting  a lot of attention
> Like lightning you slam into the door of the Carousel Boutique and open it
>You hear a little bell jingled followed by a familiar voice
>”Welcome to the Carousel Boutique where every garme-
RAIRTYINEEDMYCLOTHS!!
>”Anon is that you!?  Oh Darling It’s been too long!”
>Rarity turns around and immediately turns a shade of crimson and you think you see some sparks come out of her horn
You have a bathroom?
>”Uh- yes um it’s just the left of the stairs”
>You quickly make your way over to the bathroom, your feet making a cartoonish slapping sound with every step you take.
 
>Raritys bathroom is a little small for you, but then again she is a pony in a world full of ponies
>You hear a knock on the door followed by whatever accent Rarity has
>”I’m just going to leave your cloths in front of the door darling. When you’re done come and show me, I want to see how you look.”
>You peek outside to see if Rarity is actually gone, which she is
>In front of the door you see a neatly folded plain black button down and a pair of pants
>You quickly grab the cloths and luckily in the mix is a pair of boxers
>This mare thinks of everything
>You take a look in the mirror
>Dayum you look good
>The cloths fit perfectly; Rarity probably knew you wouldn’t stay emaciated forever, little tight around the chest though
> “Are you done in there Anon?  It’s not polite to keep a Lady waiting.”
>You unlock the door and step into the hallway
>”Oh my!  You were right about simplicity darling!  Come with me you simply must try on your formal ensemble”
>You follow Rarity over to her work bench; on it, is a black heavy looking wool coat which she takes and hands to you
>”When we found out about you being the Spirit of Winter, I thought it would be best if I made some adjustments to your ensemble”
>You walk over to what you assume is the dressing room
>You draw the curtain and begin the process of putting on your new cloths
>Basic slacks,  white under shirt and dress shirt, and the heavy looking wool coat you are dreading putting on because you’re so fucking hot right now
>The coat is not much to write home about
>Black with two rows of gold buttons
>Wait... what fuck?
>The coat feels like it’s getting... lighter? Is this thing alive?
>You feel something running down both your arms
>You look down to see that two red cuffs are coming out of your sleeves and buttoning themselves to your jacket  you then look into a mirror to see a red collar coming up and folding itself
>The coat itself is lengthening down to your knees and more gold buttons are popping up
>A gray sash is coming out of the back tying itself around your waist
>”Are you done dear?”
 
>You open the curtain and as soon as Rarity sees you her eyes light up
>”The Spell worked!”
Spell?
>”Oh, I had Twilight use her magic on your manteau.  When you put it on all the finer details will take care of themselves, in case you are ever in a hurry dear.”
Sweet
>”Step over to the mirror darling it's full sized so you should get a better look.  I think you’ll be pleased with what you see”
>Holy shit you look slick
Woah, I look likte Pytor the Great
http://www.peterthegreatmusicacademy.com/images/peter_der_grosse_1838.jpg
>”Who?”
He was the Tsar of Russia
>”Tsar?”
Uh, it’s kind of like a king
>”Well you certainly look like royalty”
>You chat with Rarity for a few more minutes about your new suit until your both interrupted by a tiny voice coming from behind you
>”Rairty I’m home!”
>You look back to see a little white filly with purple and pink mane
>”Who’s thAt?”
>Her voice cracked... Absolutely adorable
>”This is Anon, Anon this is my younger Sister Sweetie Belle
>”Anon?  Wait ins'nt that, that giant hairless monkey thing that came wandering into town?”
>”Um, Sweetie Belle why don’t you go up sta-“
>”Yeah!  Everpony was freaked out, and you wouldn't go outside because you thought he'd eat you”
>”SWEETIE BELLE! Why don’t you go upstairs until I’m finished?”
>After hearing her sister screech Sweetie Belle takes the hint and quickly runs upstairs
>Rarity turns her head back over to you looking down
>”I am sorry about my sister, she can be quite precocious at times”
>You decide to act like you heard nothing
Oh I’m sorry what’d she say?  I just can’t get over this suit.
>”Oh well my sister was just talking about how, um, tall you are”
>Awkwardness averted
 
 
>You didn’t realize that it had gotten dark until you walk out of Carousel Boutique
>You and Rarity must have chatted for the better part of the afternoon
>”I should probably hurry up and see if Twilight will be willing to let me stay at her place for the night, so uh goodnight then.”
>Rarity gives a look of disappointment
>”Goodnight Anon...”
>You kneel down and hug Rarity
I’ll see you tomorrow
>When you let Rarity go she’s blushing once again and she looks like she's about to faint
Bye
>”Goodbye”
>You walk straight down the row of houses and shops and you don’t hear the door to the Carousel Boutique close
>You get a sort of eerie feeling that she’s staring at you
>You turn around and sure enough you see her silhouette standing in the doorway
>You decide to make a dramatic exit and give her a little wave before turning into ice and disappearing in a whirlwind of snow, making sure you sweep up your cloths along with you
>There’s no wind tonight and you don’t want to cause a cold front which will likely attract Florins attention again, so you decide to land at least out of Rarity’s sight
>Now you’re naked again
>At least no one is outside to see you
>You quickly get dressed and make you way to Twilights place