Anonfilly in kinderquestria.


                                            > You wake up in a field of bright green grass. A beautiful blue sky with the occasional soft fluffy cloud was high above you. It would be a beautiful sight, if it weren't for the fact that you have no idea how you got here. Last thing you remembered was going to sleep in your bed.

                                            > You try to get up but end up stumbling and falling flat on your face. You finally notice that you no longer have hands or feet. Instead you have 4 green hooves. Panic begins to flood your body as you look down to get a better view of your body. Realizing that you're some kind of female quadrupedal hooved creature.

                                            > This realization causes you to start screaming. Your voice shrill, high pitched, and feminine. Your vision getting blurry and heart pounding. Nearly fainting.

                                            > Eventually you calm down and try to stand. Shakily standing up. You look around. Noticing a village in the distance. A few pastel blurs approaching from the direction of the village. The sound of clopping slowly getting louder.

                                            > Before you know it, you're surrounded by colorful ponies who all look quite concerned. Some are regular looking ones like you. Some have wings. And some have horns. They're all a lot bigger than you.

                                            > "What's wrong little filly?" A mint green unicorn asks. Gently nuzzling you. It feels quite comforting, as much as you hate to admit it. You also realize that you're most likely the pony equivalent of a child.

                                            > "Wh-where am I?" You hesitantly ask. Looking up at the mint unicorn. Shivering nervously. You're still quite scared due to the fact you're in a foreign body, are a different gender, have no idea where you are, and are surrounded by strange pastel colored animals you've never seen before. So quite a lot to be concerned about.

                                            > "You're in ponyville!" The mint unicorn shouts happily. "I'm Lyra, what's your name?"

                                            > You pause. Unsure whether or not you should say your real name. You don't know if such a name would be considered normal or not here in horse land. Shrinking a little, you shake nervously.

                                            > Lyra nuzzles you some more, sensing your nervousness. "If you're too scared to say it right now, you don't have to. I can happily wait until you've calmed down to hear it."

                                            > You sigh with relief. Relaxing a little. You're then suddenly wrapped up by a pair of legs. Lyra hugging and cuddling you. Feeling emotionally exhausted from all that has happened, and feeling very comfortable in the hug, you start to fall asleep. Before you know it, you out cold.

                                            > Eventually you wake up in a comfortable soft bed. Lyra and a cream colored mare with a blue and pink mane both cuddling you. It feels amazing to your filly body, but your human mind wishes to get up and find out more.


                                            > Eventually you slowly worm your way out of the grasp of the 2 mares. Walking around slowly. Both to not wake them, and also because you've yet to get the hang of walking on all fours.

                                            > Slowly, you explore the house. It's simple but cozy, with 2 stories and a basement. You almost feel at ease. Almost. You're still somewhat nervous, unsurprisingly.

                                            > Eventually you just decided to relax on a couch in the 1st story and think over your situation. You've woken up in a strange unknown land in an equally strange and alien body. It seems you're currently in the care of Lyra and the other mare for now. So at least food and shelter won't be an issue. But you'll have to figure out the culture and societal norms of this place if you want to blend in and not draw attention to yourself.

                                            > Eventually the two mares wake up and come downstairs to the living room. They approach and sit on each of your sides, sandwiching you between them.

                                            > "Glad you woke up!" Lyra says cheerfully. "This is Bon Bon. Me and her are going to take care of you now. According to princess Twilight Sparkle, she couldn't find any records on you. So we offered to adopt you. Congratulations, you're now our daughter!"

                                            > Lyra and Bon Bon proceed to hug you tightly. Both nuzzling into you. You instinctively let out a squeak of happiness, much to the surprise of your human brain. Your filly side filling your mind with immense pleasure from the affection.

                                            > Then Bon Bon speaks up. "So what should we call you sweetie?" She asks curiously.

                                            > "Uhm..." You say, trying to come up with a name. You then look around for any ideas for what would be a fitting pony name. Looking down at your hooves, noting the green color of them. Then you notice a hornet passing by a nearby window and an idea comes to you. "Green Hornet." You say hesitantly.

                                            > They both smile down at you. Causing you relax. Happily smiling back at them. So far, it seems that despite the situation you're in, you don't have much to worry about, fortunately.

                                            > Eventually Bon Bon gets up. "I'm gonna go make dinner. Lyra dear, keep an eye on Hornet please." Lyra nods obediently in response.

                                            > Lyra takes out a brush and begins to gently brush your mane. The sensation causes you to feel immense bliss and causes you to relax further. "So what do you like to do?"

                                            > You're about to say browse the internet, but then realize that you don't know if the internet even exists here. "I like to read." You say instead.

                                            > "You'll love the local library then." She responds happily. "It has all kinds of books about all kinds of things."

                                            > "That sounds nice." You say calmly. Subconsciously letting out a small whinny as you continue to relax. Your human brain trying to resist the filly urge to nuzzle into Lyra.


                                            > Bon Bon eventually finishes making dinner and you all go to the dinner table to eat. It's a delicious carrot stew which you happily slurp up. Only thing of note that happened during the entire dinner was the fact that you found out your hooves can hold things, which is useful.

                                            > After dinner, Bon Bon picks you up by the scruff of your neck and brings you to the bathroom. She proceeds to gently bathe you, much to your embarrassment. But you don't resist.

                                            > You're then tucked into bed by the two mares. Having been given your own bedroom. The bright light of the moon illuminating it.

                                            > "Good night Hornet. Rest well. Tomorrow is your first day of school." Bon Bon says gently as she and Lyra exit the room.

                                            > You freeze up. This news shocking you. Having not realized that since you're a child now, you'll have to go back to school. Tomorrow is going to be interesting to say the least.


                                            And so begins the first day of school.

                                            > You wake up. Sun shining down brightly into your room. Letting out a little yawn, you stretch and head downstairs. Greeting your 'new moms'.

                                            > You eat some cereal for breakfast and are taken to school by Lyra. She drops you off in the school yard, where other foals run about and play with each other. "Have a good day Hornet!" She then waves bye and leaves.

                                            > You look around. Observing the other foals as they play before sitting down in a corner near the entrance of the school and relaxing. Deciding to wait for someone to approach you instead of approaching someone.

                                            > You decide to look through your saddle bag while you wait for school to start. It's full of the typical school supplies. Pulling out a notebook and pencil, you begin to sketch to your heart's content. Drawing pictures of your original world.

                                            > After a bit of drawing, a trio of fillies approaches you. One is a regular pony like you, but instead of a green coat and black mane, she has a yellow coat and red mane. The other 2 are an orange pegasus and white unicorn. Before you know it, you're surrounded by them.

                                            > "Hello! It's nice to meet you! What's your name?" The white one says. Her voice high pitched and squeaky.

                                            > "G-Green Hornet." You say nervously before shaking your head. Getting confused by how nervous you are. You're a grown man, not an actual filly. You shouldn't be so nervous.

                                            > "It's nice ta meet ya Hornet! I'm Applebloom! And ma friends here are Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo!" The yellow one then says.

                                            > "And we're the cutie mark crusaders!" Scootaloo shouts happily. Gesturing to the marks of their rumps, which all look similar to each other. You just now really notice that all the ponies, asides from the younger foals, have markings on their flanks. Well technically you did see them before, but didn't really think about it until now. You then look at your own flank, noticing it's currently blank.

                                            > "I wonder what your cutie mark will be." Sweetie Belle says curiously. But before this conversation continues the school belly rings and you all head inside.


                                            Inside the classroom.

                                            > Your teacher is a regular pony (you really need to find out what exactly they're called) whose coat is a dark purplish pink and mane a mix of 2 different shades of light pink.

                                            > The foals refer to her as 'Miss Cheerilee'. You note that down mentally as you sit down. Sitting in a corner in the back row.

                                            > Nearby are the crusaders. They all wave at you. You awkwardly wave back.

                                            > "Alright class, I'd like to introduce a new student." All the foals turn to look at you, causing you to shrink back a bit. The teacher gesturing for you to come up. Which you hesitantly do so.

                                            > "Class, meet Green Hornet." Cheerilee says. "Hello Green Hornet." The class says in unison. Cheerilee turning to look at you.

                                            > "H-hello, it's nice to meet you all." You hesitantly say. Quite nervous. Feeling embarrassed that you're acting like this, you're supposed to be a grown man. You shouldn't be acting like a filly. Even if you're in the body of one.

                                            > You sit back down and try to make yourself look smaller. Wanting to avoid as much attention as possible. Unfortunately it's not very effective.

                                            > Before you know it, it's already recess. Having spent most of the time doodling in your notebook. Having easily finished the work your teacher gave you within a matter of minutes.

                                            > Deciding you should probably play with some of the foals to avoid standing out, you approach the crusaders. They're playing tag. And luckily for you, they're more than happy to have you join. Much to your surprise, you end up enjoying playing with them immensely.

                                            > Before you know it, recess is over and it's time to head back inside. The rest of the school day going by just as quickly. Although the crusaders offer to take you to their clubhouse and hangout, you're feeling quite tired and just want to relax a little. So you head back to Lyra's and Bon Bon's house.


                                            Back at 'home'.

                                            > You wave to Lyra who's laying down on the couch as you enter. Heading up to your room and laying down on your bed. Looking around your room, you notice that there's some new things. A toy chest with a few toys in it. A package of crayons. And a painting hanging on a wall that depicts ponyville at sunset.

                                            > You decide to draw as you relax. Making a few sketches of the sights you've seen so far since since ending up in this world. Eventually falling asleep and taking a nap.

                                            > Eventually you're waken up by Lyra. "Dinner time.~" She says happily. You follow her down to the dinner table. Bon Bon waving at you two as you enter and sit down.

                                            > "So how was school today? You make any friends?" Bon Bon asks innocently. Taking a bite out of a baked potato.

                                            > "It was good I guess. Made friends with a trio of fillies called the cutie mark crusaders. Besides that, it wasn't very eventful. Spent most of my time drawing. The school work the teacher handed out was pretty easy."

                                            > Lyra chuckles. "Looks like our little girl is a genius, honey." She says as she turns to look at her partner.

                                            > Bon Bon simply smiles and giggles in response.

                                            > After dinner, the rest of the night goes by quickly. You get bathed, have dessert, snuggle with Lyra and Bon Bon for a bit, brush your teeth, and then go to bed.


                                            A couple of months later.

                                            > You trot down the street with your fellow fillies. Humming happily. Heading towards a candy store. You don't have any bits, but luckily one of your moms is the owner of the store. All the other foals are jealous of that.

                                            > You and the crusaders happily ask your mom for some candy. And she happily oblidges. Absolutely spoiling you and your friends.

                                            > You and the crusaders then head out to the crusader's clubhouse. Today you're going to try figuring out what your cutie mark could potentially be. Since you're currently still a blank flank.

                                            > As you walk along the road with your friends, you pull out your notebook and look through it. As you do, you suddenly pause. Looking at some of the first drawings you drew in it. Drawings of your original world. A feeling of dread and horror filling you.

                                            > You realize how you've barely even thought about your original world after only a couple of weeks. How you've already started to see yourself as a filly. How you're already seeing Lyra and Bon Bon as your moms and their house as your home. How you're already starting to forget some things about your original world. And worse of all, how your personality is starting to change. Becoming as infantile as all the other ponies that call this world home.

                                            > Your friends notice that you suddenly stopped. As well as the look of dread on your face. Looks of concern starting to form on their faces.

                                            > "What's wrong Hornet?" Applebloom asks with concern.

                                            > "I-it's nothing..." You lie. It doesn't look like any of them actually believe you, but they don't push the topic.

                                            > You continue to follow them to the clubhouse. Still excited to find your cutie mark, but not as excited as before. The dread caused by the fact you're starting to change mentally still lingers in your mind.

                                            > Eventually you all arrive at the clubhouse and head inside.


                                            In the clubhouse.

                                            > "So what is it you like to do, Hornet?" Sweetie Belle asks curiously. Scooting up a little towards you.

                                            > "Well I like to read, draw, make music with my mom Lyra, I play the trumpet and she plays the lyre, and help my mom Bon Bon make sweets." You reply. Eating a gummy made by your mom.

                                            > "Maybe your talent is illustrating and writing books?" Scootaloo suggests. Handing you some paper and a pencil.

                                            > "That's a great idea Scootaloo!" Applebloom shouts. Complimenting the pegasus. Causing Scootaloo to blush a little.

                                            > You happily begin to write and draw. Finding that you enjoy it immensely. Before you know it, you finish and have a small book's worth of pages. Stapling it together and and handing the book to the crusaders.

                                            > They slowly read through the book before turning to look at you. All three smiling at you.

                                            > "This is really good!" Scootaloo says. Her wings flapping a little.

                                            > "Yeah!" Applebloom and Sweetie Belle say in unison.

                                            > The praise makes your cheeks flush. A glow now coming from your flanks. Before you know it, the glow has died down and a cutie mark us staring you in the face. An open book with a pencil writing a question mark on it.

                                            > You jump up with joy and hug the crusaders tightly. The trio hugging back happily. You can't wait to show your moms that you got your cutie mark.


                                            A couple of days later.

                                            > You're writing another book. You've been doing that a lot lately. That and also illustrating them.

                                            > Outside you hear screams and commotion. Curiously you head outside to see what the fuss is. Especially since it makes it hard to focus on the book you're writing.

                                            > Outside you see some ponies running away from a manticore. But you're not too concerned. This world is quite tame compared to your previous world. Without a single bit of hesitation, you pickup a nearby newspaper off the ground and bap the creature on the snoot. "No! Bad manticore! Bad!"

                                            > The creature proceeds to turn tail and run. The other ponies staring at you in awe. You causally shrug and turn to head back inside. But before you get the chance to, you're sweeped up by the crowd and are carried away. The crowd shouting and cheering. Pinkie Pie already setting up a party to celebrate your 'heroic deed'.

                                            > You sigh. Today is going to be a long day.


                                            Years later.

                                            > You're a grown mare now. You can barely remember your old life now, but you hardly care about that nowadays. You've more or less settled into the world. You're a successful author, and a 'hero'. Although your heroic deeds have just been bapping any villain or monster causing trouble you come across with a rolled up newspaper.

                                            > Whenever you're not writing, you help your mom Bon Bon with her shop as a side job.

                                            > Life is good. Sure somethings you do other ponies consider odd. Such as how you prefer salty and savory things over sweets. How you don't really care if you're insulted. You've heard far worse when you were human. How most things that scared other ponies didn't phase you in the slightest. How you had a darker sense of humor compared others. But despite that, they still accept you.

                                            > Taking a sip of coffee, you stretch and head outside. You felt like visiting your mom's today.

                                            The end.