>Be anon
>Where the fuck are you
>How did you even get here
>Probably purple smart fucking around with her spells
>Also, why am I a little green filly?
Like, 2 minutes ago, probably
>"Hey, Non! Anon!"
>I guess this is what you get for trying to sleep in late
>"Anon!"
"What do you want?"
>"Get up, I need your help!"
>You groan
"If it's with a spell I'm not helping you. Not after you turned my skin orange for a week"
>You hear her scoff
>"Oh c'mon! It wasnt THAT bad! Now just stop being lazy and help me"
>You sigh
>You know you arent going to win this battle
>You never do
>Getting up you walk into her room
>She has her face in a book
>Like always
>Without looking up she starts talking
>"Alright, this IS a spell, but it shouldn't be too bad, alright? Just a real quicky."
>You nope out as soon as she says spell and start to walk back to your room
>On your way back you feel something smack against your back
>Looking down you see yourself covered in a purple aura
>Book horse you piece of shit
>You feel yourself grow smaller and your fingers begin to morph together
>This isnt what you really wanted for a lazy sunday
>Your head begins to ache and before long you pass out
>...
>...
>...
>...
>You open your eyes to find Purple Thing eye-to-eye
>"Ohmygosh! It worked!"
>What worked?
"What wo-"
>You stop when you hear a voice a lot higher than yours.
>Looking down you see two small green hooves
>You gatta be fucking kidding me
>She turned you into a fucking filly
"God damnit, Twilight. Why?"
>"Oh hush, it's only for a second. I'll change you back as soon as I report my findings to my friend in Manehatten"
>Sigh
>Whatever, you know youre not going to win this anyways, like always.
>She trots to her counter and whips up her teleport spell
>Oh boy
>Timber
>You see Twilight faceplant and the spell shoots out of her horn
>Stupid horse
>You laugh a bit
>Until you see that bolt of magic coming right at you
 
 
>Be random stranger pony
>Why did that filly just appear out of nowhere
>And why is it so green
>Poor genetics
 
>Be anon/filly/greenthing
>God damn that Smart Horse
>Always getting you into shit like this
>Maybe you could write a story about it
>On second thought, that sounds like a lot of work
>You take check of your surroundings
>Lots of buildings, colored equines
>Pretty sure this is Manehatten
>Neato
>This is wonderful
>Why wouldnt you want to be a stranded filly in the middle of a city
>You decide to walk around and check out the area a little more
>A convenience store
>You do seem a bit peckish
>You walk in, whistling, scoping out the product
>Mostly drinks, some shitty souvenirs, and small snacks or other things you might need in a jiffy
>They have Luna bars here?
>They look a little different but thats pretty neat
>You grab it in your mouth and trot over to the register
>You place it down and hear the chubby, balding unicorn behind the desk write some stuff down
>"That'll be 2 bits"
>Oh, shit
>Money
>You dont really have any of that
>Dang
"Yeah, I have it right here! Riiiiiiiight heeeeeeere"
>You knock a stack on pencils over and grab your Luna bar and run
>Man youre such a badass
>As you run to the doors you see them covered in a white aura
>Jeez
>Today is just not your day
>You try to stop yourself but just end up smashing into the front doors
>KO
>...
>...
>...
>...
>You open your eyes to find another pony eye-to-eye
>This time it was a pony wearing a blue cap and a blue button-up shirt
>A police pony?
>Hopefully
>You yourself were sitting on a chair in their office
>Probably
>The law horse speaks up
>"So we came and gotcha because you were shoplifting. What do you have to say about that, hm?"
>That stupid shit told on me
>Rude
"I was hungry?"
>The lawdudeman leans back and scoffs
>This is starting to feel like a movie
>"Don'tcha got a family, kid?"
>How do I explain this without sending too edgy
"Not in this universe"
>Eh
>The police pony leans in
>"Quit playin' games. Who do I call?"
>I sigh
"Twilight Sparkle. Shes my guardian"
>The police pony pulls out a book and flips a couple of pages
>He goes to his phone and types in some numbers, tracing whatever was in his book wih his hoof
>Blabla, got your greenthing at the station, come pick her up
>He sets the phone down
>"She'll be here any minute. Unicorns can teleport so-
>Oh wouldja look at that
>A brief gust of wind and a Purple Pony appears inside the room
>She's got a huge bump on her forehead
>Guess that's what you get for turning me into this mess
>She speaks up
>"Now, what did you need from me again?"
>"We got your kid that your watchin' after. She tried to shoplift from food from a convenience store."
>She looks at me, then back at the guard pony
>"Im sorry, officer. I dont remember that filly at all"
>You serious
"Twilight, knock it off. You know its me. Anon? The guy whos been living with you for a couple months?"
>She rubs her bump on her head
>Her head shakes
>"I just, uh... I dont seem to remember who you're talking about"
>Fuck
 
>be a 6.5/8 not happy fillyanongreenthing
>You glare at Twilight
"How can you not remember me? You turned me into a pony /this morning/, dumbass"
>The police pony gasps from the fowl language
>Twilight doesn't seem to like it either
>"Now listen here, little filly. I'm pretty smart and I don't think I'd forget something as major as that. I also don't appreciate the language-"
"Twilight you can't be serious!"
>"-AND I don't think I need to deal with this anymore. Good day"
>With that, Twilight poofs out of the room
>You gatta be kidding me
>When she gets her memory back I swear
>The police pony is the next one to speak up
>"Alright, no more joking around. Who're your real parents, Missy?"
>How do you explain this
"They're dead?"
>I guess that could work
>He stares at you
>Or maybe not
>"Stop joking. We're gonna get your hoof print and find out for ourselves"
>He gets up and starts to drag me towards the back room
>His assistant comes out and stamps my hoof in ink, then shoves it down on some paper to replicate the hoof
>He lifts the paper up in his aura, and casts some spell on it. Maybe theres like some sort of data base?
>Before too long another piece of paper floats out of the air
>'NO MATCHES. UNIDENTIFIED PONY'
>The two police ponies chatter for a bit before coming back to me
>"You're not identified. Who are you?"
"Anon"
>The pony that casted the spell rights that down on the piece of paper and it vanishes back in the air
>"And you have no parents?"
"Like I said, Twilight turned me into a pony and now she forgot or something"
>"Makes sense, sweetie"
>God damnit hes sympathizing with me
>He probably thinks I'm traumatised or something
"You know I'm not some kinda 'loner pony' who's traumatized or some shit, right?"
>He shakes his head
>"Of course not! No, no."
>God damnit he thinks I'm in denial
>I hate my life
>"But don't you worry, soon we will have you in a home with lots of other colts and fillies like you, alright?"
>Fuck me
 
>Be Anonfilly
>About 3:30 in the afternoon
>You're in the back of a a chariot to who knows where
>Well, actually, you're pretty sure its an orphanage but you don't want to face the truth
>You really wonder how Twilight can be so dumb and trip like that
>Surely she'll regain her memory
>She better
>Once she does I swear to g-
>You get cut off when the chariot stops abbruptly
>You fall forward and onto the ground of the coach
"What gives?" You ask, rubbing your head
>A light blue pony with a navy mane opens up the door
>"You must be Anon!"
>Her voice was sweet
"What's it to you?"
>Her face seemed to twist a bit
>Maybe she wasn't used to the rudeness
>"Well, sweetie, I'm the pony who takes care of all the other ponies that stay with us"
>Dangit
>I guess we really are at an orphanage
>You moan-sigh
>"It's alright, Non! Do you mind if I call you that, Non?"
>Nicknames, great
"I mean, yeah, I guess"
>"Great!"
>She stands there for a bit before speaking up again
>"What're you waiting for? Let me show you around!"
>You roll your eyes and get out
>"So my name is Tender Heart, by the way"
"Nice to meetcha, Heart"
>She walks you into the front door of the place
>The first room seems to be like a receptionist station
>There's a slightly pudgy white mare sitting behind the desk
>She seems alright I guess
>Tender is talking this whole time but you've tuned her out
>She opens up another door to a room that seemed to be an open space for those who wanted to play
>There were toys scattered around and chests full of others
>"-would you like to meet them?"
>You snap out of it
"W-what? Sorry, kinda got lost"
>"All the other ponies are eating lunch. Would you like to meet them?
 
=
 
>You try to play her instead
"A-actually I don't know how I feel about that… yet"
>Tender Heart seemed to be a bit hurt
>"Oh! Oh, well that's fine then"
"S-sorry. Just new, you know?"
>She nods
>"How would you feel about talking for a bit, then?"
>You're pretty sure that she wants to do some sort of interview to see what you're like
>That doesn't sound too bad
"I mean, uh… yeah. Sure"
>"Great!"
>Her attitude definitely seemed to pick up
>"If you just follow me you can meet my office!"
>Her attitudes seem to be pretty jumpy
>She leads you through a couple doors into a brightly colored room with two beanbag chairs, as well as an actual desk with papers
>She sits on the green beanbag
>"You can sit wherever, sweetie"
>You debate on whether or not to sit at the big pony chair or the beanbag
>'big pony'?
>Odd
>You shake off the feeling and decide to chill on the other bean filled chair and stretch out a bit
>She clears her throat
>"So, Non, what do you like to do?"
>You think about this for a bit
"I like to lay around"
>"Mhm, mhm. What else? Any hobbies?"
"Well, building stuff is kinda neat"
>"Like blocks?"
>You just go along with it
"Yeah, like blocks"
>"What about foods? What do you like to eat?"
"Spaghetti!"
>You've always loved food
>ESPECIALLY spaghetti
>You may have been a bit quick but seriously
>God damn it is so good
>She lights up as well
>"That's my favorite too!"
>Hey, maybe she isn't that bad
 
=
 
>You finished the interview quite a bit ago
>Just some more questions about where you were from, what you liked to do, etc
>You had to make up about half of the answers
>You knew that trying to convince her you were an animal that didn't exist that got turned into a filly today wasn't going to work
>Which, by the way, its kinda weird how fast you were transferred
>Oh well, things will be sorted out eventually
>You never realized how fast the interview went by
>By the time you and her were finished it was already 6:45
>She was pretty surprised, too
>She ordered some spaghetti from a local restaurant for you two to eat for dinner
>It was pretty good, although it seemed like ponies liked brown sugar in their spaghetti
>She probably just wants you too feel more at home with stuff that you like
>You're not really sure but eating with utensils felt pretty natural
>Some sort of earth pony magic?
>You never really understood magic that well no matter how many times Twilight tried to explain it
>You kinda got lost thinking about it
>"-and do you want top or bottom?"
>You cough and nearly choke on your spaghetti
"W-what?"
>"The bunk-beds, sweetie. Do you want top or bottom?"
>You should really pay more attention
"O-oh, yeah! A top bunk would be nice"
>She smiles and scribbles something down on her notepad
>"You must be pretty tired. Big day, huh?"
>Now that you think about it you're pretty tired
>You let out a yawn
>"Want me to show you to your room, Non?"
 
=
 
>You followed Tender Heart into the next room
>It had 4 bunk-beds, one of which was empty
>They were pretty interesting. Instead of ladders there were stairs
>It made them slightly less space efficient but you don't really think climbing up a ladder as a pony would be an easy feat
>"So this is it. What doya think?"
>Probably don't want to upset her
"I like it!"
>She smiles
>It's a very pretty smile
>"Do you have any requests before you go to bed?"
>You think for a bit
"M-maybe a story?"
>You know it sounds a bit childish
>But for some reason it just sounds right
>She perks up
>Again
>"Of course! I'll be right back"
>She ran off before you could say anything else
>She really liked helping ponies feel at home
>You knew, however, this wasn't going to last long
>You brush off the thought and jump into your bed
>You're pleasantly reminded that the beds in Equestra are much softer than the ones back on Earth
>You fiddle around with the covers for a bit before you're able to get comfortable underneath them
>Just as you do Tender Heart comes back in with a few books in her levitational grab
>One thing that got you in Equestrian was their written language
>The spoken was the same, however, the written most definitely not
>A few more letters, lots of accents, all really squiggly
>You didn't really want to admit it but you never really bothered to 'entirely' learn it
>You're reading skills would actually land you about the age you were now
>You also didn't recognize any of the books Tender Heart had spread out in front of you
>"Which one do you want to hear, sweetie?"
>You take a look at the titles and pick the one that looks the easiest
"Day at the Fair?"
>She sets the rest of the books off to the side and grabs Day at the Fair
>"Do you want me to sit gear and read it, or do you want me to read it in bed with you?"
>Oh boy
>Pony snuggles
>Now this is what I'm talkin about
>You nod and scoot over
>Tender Heart smiles and crawls into the bed, opening the book for the both of you to see
>You rest your head against her body and try to follow the lines of text as she reads along
>You feel your eyes getting heavy
>You let out a short yawn before you let the dreamscape sweep you away