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Stampede ULTRA!

By Alycorn
Created: 5th May 2021 03:24:12 AM
Modified: 20th May 2021 12:13:53 PM
/ptfg/ My Hero Academia OC Eris Transformation Mature SFW

  1. Stampede ULTRA!
  2. By: Alycorn
  3.  
  4. Now, I have never claimed to be a smart human being.
  5.  
  6. I consider myself to be quite intelligent, and logical, but at the end of the day, I'm still human, and like any human, prone to error. That's what makes us human, after all.
  7.  
  8. Errare humanum est.
  9.  
  10. All this being said. Common sense is my superpower, and I wield it like a Power Sword wielding Space Marine standing in a pack of Orks. With brutal efficiency. Unfortunately, this does mean that I'm even more prone to slipping up and making a blatant mistake, because logical leaps aren't all that fucking logical, and no matter how common your common sense is, that doesn't change the fact that human beings are the height of irrationality.
  11.  
  12. We're chaotic beings at our cores. We have to be. The greatest survivors and adapters on the planet, throw any moderately educated human being out into the middle of nowhere with some basic supplies and they can survive. With a little time and practice they can survive anywhere, and even without all the basic supplies you'd hope to survive with.
  13.  
  14. If I remember, there's actually a show called 'Naked and Afraid' which is a survival competition where you literally start nude and with no gear in a random environment. Sure the film crew is on hand, to pull your carcass out if something goes wrong or if you beg to surrender, but there are people that -thrive- in that shit.
  15.  
  16. It's quite impressive to be honest. I don't think I could go that far, but I was a Eagle Scout. I know how to survive, and as long as I got my basics, I've got no doubt I could do so.
  17.  
  18. Now, surviving in a whole new culture?
  19.  
  20. That's a different story entirely.
  21.  
  22. "*Excuse me sir, are you alright? You fell quite a ways..."
  23.  
  24. I can only stare blankly at the busty blond with cow horns and let my head drop back into the small crater I've formed here upon arrival, and groan softly.
  25.  
  26. "Yep... tooootally peachy lady...."
  27.  
  28. Right, I could probably explain from the beginning about how I ended up falling almost skyscraper-high at speeds fast enough to crack and crater concrete, and also how I survived.
  29.  
  30. I blame the chaos noodle.
  31.  
  32. ------------
  33.  
  34. "Finally... It's done!"
  35.  
  36. I groan and stretch, cracking my back in good cheer as I pump a fist, watching the thread update and grinning widely. Alycorn, the writefag! Saving the day with shitty fanfiction! About ponies! Woo!
  37.  
  38. I chuckle warmly, sitting back as I smile at the screen, even if I was cringing on the inside a bit. I'm glad I got the writing liquids moving again, get the gears greased in my head, you know? Still, that last story was bad.
  39.  
  40. Ok, no, it was competently written, but it was way too dark for my tastes.
  41.  
  42. "Who wants to be a villain anyway? Writing about being the bad guy is one thing but I just don't have it in me." I laugh to myself, shaking my head as I contemplate most of the morality systems. Most of these days I only do 'badguy' runs to 100% games if it's needed. Heck, I didn't even do the genocide run in Undertale.
  43.  
  44. I hate it when your [insert character here] can be good or bad. It just makes it really difficult to find them as a compelling character. And yeah, I'm not going to include Commander Shepard in that list, because being a Renegade is more anti-hero than out-and-out villain/bad guy.
  45.  
  46. Not like the Dishonored guy... seriously, the ways you can kill people? Brutal.
  47.  
  48. I hum a bit as I get out of my chair, getting meowed at by my cat for disturbing her from her nap on the back of of my chair as I make my way to the kitchen to get a drink, humming as I walk past the long snake-like body of the Draconequus primping in the mirror.
  49.  
  50. My new diet is going quite well, and I'm pretty proud of myself for that, I dropped my Blood Pressure from well into the 160's back down to normal human range, and cut sugar from my diet almost entiely, eating less than 1500 calories a day. I lost a bunch of weight, and I promised to myself I could have one soda a day. Grabbing the nice cold can of Mountain Dew from the fridge, I hum warmly as I crack the can open and take a nice long sip.
  51.  
  52. Yep, earned.
  53.  
  54. ...
  55.  
  56. ...
  57.  
  58. ...
  59.  
  60. Holdupaminute.
  61.  
  62. I slowly swallow my drink as my mind catches up to me. I have apparently been sitting at my computer for too long because what the fuck was in my bathroom.
  63.  
  64. I slowly walk out from the kitchen, stepping around the island and slowly walking back into the hallway towards the bathroom, where a distinctly female voice is... is... whining?
  65.  
  66. "Ughhhhhhhh, this is the completely wrong shade! He's not gonna take me seriously at all! Stupid Pa, first times are serious business!" She whines as I step up next to the bathroom, noting the tail swishing back and forth in adjuration as the Draconequus continues to complain as she carefully does her makeup.
  67.  
  68. "Gotta hurry, he's gotta be almost done writing and then I can-" I try to step back at this point to avoid her swishing tail till she suddenly whips it and nails me right in the uprights, sending me crashing to the floor cradling the boys.
  69.  
  70. "EEP!"
  71.  
  72. "[Pain_Wheeze.exe]"
  73.  
  74. A sound not unlike a deflating balloon being pinched partially shut leaves me as I lay there, and the Draconequus is clutching her chest staring at me laying on the ground.
  75.  
  76. I do note in my pain that she appears to be anthro? I mean, in the way that only a Draconequus can, because she's got tits.
  77.  
  78. "Of course I have tits! Why is that something you'd notice?!"
  79.  
  80. I don't know, I'm not exactly thinking straight after hours of writing and being HOOFED IN THE FAMILY JEWELS!
  81.  
  82. A wet feeling presses into my arm and I can only hang my head and sigh as I try to pull myself together... my poor mountain dew.
  83.  
  84. "YOU STARTLED ME ASSHOLE!"
  85.  
  86. "YOU'RE IN MY HOUSE, BITCH!"
  87.  
  88. No prizes for guessing who said what as the Draconequus and I break down into a childish screaming match I shakily get off the ground with the assist of the nearby wall.
  89.  
  90. She huffs and stomps a coven-hooved foot down as she points menacingly at me.
  91.  
  92. "YOU WILL PAY FOR RUINING MY FIRST TIME!"
  93.  
  94. Everything stops as we stare at one another before I let out a quiet, pained sigh and lean against the wall, palming face.
  95.  
  96. "This is my life right now. I just got kicked in the balls by a mythical creature that is now swearing at me for ruining her first time, and isn't -that- something."
  97.  
  98. This seems to be a sobering moment both for myself and for the Draconequus, who looks fairly embarrassed before she coughs into a paw. "Yeah... yeah, you're right, I'm sorry, can we... try again?"
  99.  
  100. I shrug. "If it gives me more time to recover feeling in my lower body, sure."
  101.  
  102. "Great. Greetings, Human! I am the almighty ERIS! I have come to bring joy into your drudgery!" The now-named Eris says, curling through the air as she lifts off from the ground, posing.
  103.  
  104. "... Wooo... Such joy..."
  105.  
  106. She huffs, pouting a bit before she settles back to the ground. "Now, I have come to ask-"
  107.  
  108. "No, I don't want to go to Equestria." I say flatly, catching her completely off guard.
  109.  
  110. "What."
  111.  
  112. I savor the baffled look as I finally am able to stand up straight. "Look, you're here to whisk me off to another universe or turn me into something that isn't a human right? And you were about to say 'ask if you want to go to Equestria.' You're a Draconequus, which means you come from the MLP:FiM universe, which means that you're going to either turn me into a pony or drop me in Equestria for your own amusement, because humans are interesting and chaotic."
  113.  
  114. Her jaw drops... literally off of her face, that's weird. She reaches down and grabs it, picking it back up and slapping it into her face. "Jeeze, Uncle D told me you Humans were something else, but that's -literally- something else. How'd you figure that so fast?"
  115.  
  116. "I'm a write-fag. I've written it enough times that I have to have some kind of Genre Savviness at this point in time." I shrug, musing idly before picking a random direction to glare at, hoping it's the equivalent of glaring at the 'narrators camera'.
  117.  
  118. "That being said, whichever one of you fucks is writing this- I hope you get yours, asshole."
  119.  
  120. Multiverse Theory is a -bitch-, me. Good luck.
  121.  
  122. Eris looks a little baffled but also faintly amused, as she finally seems to regain a bit of her equilibrium. "Well, at the very least you're interesting... well, fine, no Equestria then. But I don't want to just let you loose around here as a pony. It's a little overdone at this point."
  123.  
  124. She hums, her lower body idly walking back and forth as she rubs her chin. You know, I wonder what kind of magic just lets you have the Bara-Bara Fruit... or you know, they are kinda lizard-based, maybe she's more like that one girl from My He-"ERO ACADAMIA! That's perfect!"
  125.  
  126. Eris snapped back together again as she snapped her fingers in a lightbulb moment, and I'm only able to blink at her in confusion as she looks at me wildly with a wicked ring.
  127.  
  128. "Hold on to your pants boy, you're about to go for a ride! Mind the drop!"
  129.  
  130. "What dro-"
  131.  
  132. You ever seen one of those cartoon holes before?
  133.  
  134. Yeah, she literally pulled one out of her tits and slapped it down under my feet as I was speaking and there's this single, idle moment of true clarity as I stare at her, hanging in the air.
  135.  
  136. "-op..."
  137.  
  138. "..." She stares back as I hang there, and I slowly take a breath and let it out as I take one last shaky sip of my Mountain Dew.
  139.  
  140. "I hate cartoon physics."
  141.  
  142. Rule #1 of Cartoon Physics, as described by the lovely teachers from Tiny Toons- Gravity doesn't apply till you look down.
  143.  
  144. Which of course, I just did.
  145.  
  146. All I can see is a skyline reaching up at me as Gravity asserts itself and I zip down at terminal velocity, because of course that's how it works in cartoons, even as I bellow in surprise.
  147.  
  148. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIII"
  149.  
  150. "ENJOY THE FALL! I'll see you later cutie!" Eris calls down the hole before picking it up and stuffing it back into her tits, winking at the audience. "What? He might be rude but he's -very- chaotic. I like that! The clever ones are always more fun! Seeya sweeties, maybe really soon~<3"
  151.  
  152. With that the Dragonequus exits stage left, and our focus on the real world ends.
  153.  
  154. Lets check in on our protagonist, shall we?
  155.  
  156. -----------
  157.  
  158. "Thisisprobablythemostclichedthingthat'severhappenedtomeandyetIcanunderstandwhatI'msayingIthoughtyoucouldn'tdothatwhilefallingatterminalveolicityOHMYGOD I'M GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"
  159.  
  160. Suffice to say, he isn't doing to well folks... Then again, considering we started this story with him yamcha'd into the ground, you can understand why that is.
  161.  
  162. I knew I was panicking, but to be fair, you would be too. At this point in time, the only realization that was keeping me from full on giving up on life was the knowledge that most ROBs, that is to say, Random Omnipotent Being, usually wanted their new chew-toy to survive long enough to actually get to the interesting part of the story. That was basically my only chance at survival at this point minus spontaneously growing wings.
  163.  
  164. Which, I'll admit, I did try outright. But nope, no random transformations here. I pushed for it and prayed, but not a single feather.
  165.  
  166. Shame, being a pegasus would have been neat, but even this sobering moment of clarity meant nothing when the ground suddenly rushed up to meet me with the world-shaking slam that only an Anime can depict properly.
  167.  
  168. Thankfully, it appears that the cartoon physics are still taking hold for the moment, and as mentioned, I'm currently laying in a crater of my own creation, big-horn lady mc cow-tits currently leaning over me and looking to see if I'm ok.
  169.  
  170. "Ya don't sound peachy there sugar." She says, looking concerned but also a little amused.
  171.  
  172. Meanwhile, I'm trying not to flip my shit. I've been fucking universenapped, and I'm currently being stared at by Cow Lady, one of the heroes from that one movie featuring young All Might.
  173.  
  174. Which means I'm in My Hero Academia.
  175.  
  176. I don't know shit about MHA. Well, ok, that's a lie, I know quite a bit. But all that I know about it is from Fanfiction.
  177.  
  178. Never had time to watch the show on it's own, and I read the first ten volumes of the Manga, but damn the MHA community is fucking dedicated.
  179.  
  180. And I'm not just talking about the perverts. Seriously, they're Teenagers people, what the fuck.
  181.  
  182. A few moments later, my mountain dew can bounces off my forehead, as if to add insult to injury as I sigh sadly at the loss of my sugary drink. "Just... just peachy."
  183.  
  184. --------
  185.  
  186. A few minutes later and one minotaur shift later from the horned cowlady and I'm pried out of my crater and sitting on a bench, being carefully looked over by a EMT as Cow Lady (no, really, that's her hero name,) is speaking to some Police Officers.
  187.  
  188. I tried to listen in, or at least focus enough to read lips, but the EMT was defiantly distracting me as she ran me through a battery of concussion checks. I was sitting up fine on my own, and I could even walk a bit, abet shakily, but she was marveling over the fact that beyond the minor concussion I got from impact, I seemed relatively fine.
  189.  
  190. I guess I'll have to thank Eris when I see her next for not outright killing me. "Alright sweetie, looks like you're just a little dazed, we'll take you over to the hospital to make sure you're fine. Can you tell me how to contact your parents?"
  191.  
  192. ... Ah fuck, the concussion did screw that up for me. I had gotten to get a good look at myself post-crash landing via a mirrored shop window from one of the many skyscrapers in the city area I landed in, and one thing was made very, very clear to me.
  193.  
  194. I've been de-aged. And something in me had been altered. What it was, I didn't know yet, but I'd bet dollars to doughnuts that it was my Quirk.
  195.  
  196. To explain to the uninitiated, the MHA Earth timeline was completely thrown on it's axis when the first Quirk, yes, capital Q, appeared. A baby in china was born glowing... no, not with life, I mean literally glowing.
  197.  
  198. Humans starting springing up left, right, and center with mythical and fantastic powers, literal, true to life, superpowers.
  199.  
  200. I don't know enough of the details to go in depth, but the short version is this- roughly 80% of all humanity currently alive has a Quirk. They usually develop in a child and are expressed in some form between 4-5 years old, and can vary wildly, though they can express themselves earlier in physical appearance changes. They're classified in three ways- Emitters, quirks that express themselves in some shape or from by being produced from the human body. Superhuman strength, eye lasers, throwing fire from your hands, or performing psychic feats like telepathy, all of these count as Emitter-type Quirks.
  201.  
  202. The next is Transformation-type Quirks- these allow the user to change themselves in some way or form that completely alters how their biology works/add new functions/enhance those functions. This can be anything from being the Bara-Bara fruit, and being able to functionally fall-to-pieces and control those individual pieces, making your hands really big, and more! Seriously, Transformation-type Quirks are weird, because they can have a lot of traits of both of the other types, and are the rarest kind of Quirk.
  203.  
  204. And finally, Mutation-type Quirks. Honestly, these are probably the easiest to explain, but also the most batshit insane. These Quirks are abilities that cause the user a permanent "abnormality" directly related to their power. Mutant-type Quirks create bodily structures that grant the user more complex abilities that Emitter and Transformation Quirks cannot safely provide. Often times they will bestow prehensile appendages that the user can control or add structures to pre-existing limbs to enhance pre-existing abilities. Mutant-type Quirks even have the ability to channel certain aspects of their user through them in a similar manner to Emitter-type Quirks.
  205.  
  206. Confused yet? Good. The biggest thing to remember about Quirks is that they are, without a doubt, quirky.
  207.  
  208. And now that I'm being properly booed, let's talk about mine.
  209.  
  210. Or at least, what I can see of it so far.
  211.  
  212. At a glance, I look to be about 13-14 years old. Middle-school age in Japan, where I'm assuming I am due to the hiragana and katakana I see next to Latin/Roman alphabet. I remember it pretty well from my time stationed in Japan, though I'm apparently fluent in Japanese post-Eris, something else I'll have to thank her for.
  213.  
  214. Learning Japanese is stupid and I'd hate to try to struggle through learning it -again-.
  215.  
  216. Surprisingly, I look decently muscled, though I did note that I'm shorter than I was at 13-ish. I think. I grew up pretty tall, but right now I'm standing at about 5'2", maybe 5'4". I couldn't really get a good look at any colors, but there were three rather distinct features that I picked out very quickly while I was being carefully walked out of the street.
  217.  
  218. Two equine ears sitting promptly on my head, nestled into my hair, a thick tail swinging behind me with every step.
  219.  
  220. And a sharp looking unicorn's horn sitting square center of my forehead, pointing upwards.
  221.  
  222. Hence how I'm pretty sure I have a Quirk, and it's Eris's "fault".
  223.  
  224. Either way, I'm finally able to drag my focus onto the EMT again and slowly shake my head. "N-no ma'am."
  225.  
  226. My voice hasn't changed that much, thankfully, though it's a little... rounded out? I'm not really sure how to describe it. Like someone took my voice and tweaked it enough to make me sound rather fruity.
  227.  
  228. It means deep and strong in a pleasant way. Come on faggots, get your head out of the gutter.
  229.  
  230. Either way, even when I'm speaking softly, you can very clearly hear me, and I'm not gonna lie, I really like this new voice.
  231.  
  232. "Oh, you don't have a phone? Weird in this day and age, but it happens." The EMT says, looking a little surprised as she starts typing into a small computer in the back of the ambulance before I speak up again.
  233.  
  234. "No ma'am, I mean I don't have anyone you could contact. I'm an Orphan."
  235.  
  236. Aaaand the world pauses. Guess there is a downside to my new voice, because I've always been able to fill a room with my voice, or even a theater, but this new voice makes it really hard to not hear me when I'm actually raising my voice, even at normal speaking volume.
  237.  
  238. Clearly Cow Lady and the cops heard me and are now looking my way as the EMT stares at me, blinking in surprise before she frowns and sucks on her lower lip a bit before shaking her head.
  239.  
  240. "I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories young man. Damn villains..." The last part was muttered so quietly I almost didn't hear it and wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't meant to even say it out loud. These equine ears are great for picking up sounds like little satellite dishes on my head.
  241.  
  242. "Ok, um... shoot, how long have you been... on your own?" She says carefully, even as Cow Lady and the police start walking over.
  243.  
  244. "About a month, maybe two." I say, in my head yelling ten years since I moved out of my parents house.
  245.  
  246. "Alright, alright... Oh, Cow Lady-sama! I-" The EMT begins before she's cut off by Cow Lady crouching in front of where I'm sitting so we meet eye to eye. "You're on your own?"
  247.  
  248. Whelp, no point holding back now. "Yes ma'am."
  249.  
  250. She frowns before turning and speaking to the police again as the EMT sighs. "Well, at this point the hero-on-scene is your primary point of contact. Come on sweetie, we'll get you into the bed and sitting up."
  251.  
  252. The lady helps me up into the bed, and gently buckles me in, in case of accidents I assume, and that distraction keeps me from hearing the discussion between Cow Lady and the police again before she gently waves them off and steps into the Ambulance, nodding to the EMT who gently taps the door to the front cabin and closes the doors.
  253.  
  254. The Heroine signs softly as she looks at me, before giving me a sad half-smile. "So, I'm Cow Lady, as you heard. I'm an American Pro Hero! It's nice to meet you suga." She's doing her best to speak very proper Japanese, but she 100% sounds like a country girl, which is honestly pretty relaxing.
  255.  
  256. I give her a shy-ish smile in return. "It's nice to meet you ma'am... circumstances aside."
  257.  
  258. "No kiddin' sugar. How did you end up fallin' all the way anyhow?" She asks softly. She had asked me before, but I was in a bit of shock from -not- dying and I hadn't been able to answer her.
  259.  
  260. "I don't know... I was just trying to enjoy my drink..." I said, the concussion making it hard to focus, but I've had enough time to come up with my story. "I like being up high, it's freeing, but someone knocked me off the roof."
  261.  
  262. My smooth, pleasing, deep-toned voice makes it incredibly easy to sell a lie apparently, not that I need much effort to do so considering Cow Lady and the EMT looked sold on whatever I told them even before we started.
  263.  
  264. She gives me a sad smile, even as her hand clenches into a fist, drawing my eye. "What a horrible thing..." She says, her voice low before she sighs and shakes her head. "Not much we can do about it, but I can promise you're safe now Sugar. Did your Quirk save you from the fall? Yer not in any trouble if it did."
  265.  
  266. I frown. Good question, one I don't have an answer to. "I'm not sure? I don't really know a lot about my Quirk. Outside of my ears, tail and horn, I haven't really expressed a lot of abilities or anything. I just... well-"
  267.  
  268. "Look like a cute lil' unicorn~" Cow Lady coos, stars in her eyes as she looks at me, making me blink and sweat drop. Even realizing that I was doing an anime thing just reminded me of how weird it was that I was in an anime universe, but I mentally shook that particular freakout off to a later date.
  269.  
  270. "If you say so." I say noncommittally.
  271.  
  272. Cow Lady sighs and shakes the stars from her eyes. "Oh, I know young men don't like bein' called cute sugar, but you remind me of my daughter who is just the cyutest young thing. She wants to be a hero herself and she just -insisted- on coming to Japan to apply to UA!"
  273.  
  274. I blink, looking a bit more intently at Cow Lady. "She wants to go to Yūei too?"
  275.  
  276. Yes, I said too.
  277.  
  278. Look, whatever my Quirk is, there's one more thing about them I forgot to mention earlier- there is no such thing as a useless power, only a worthless user.
  279.  
  280. This is a lesson taken from One Piece (yeah yeah I know) that I've really taken to heart. Anyone, and I mean -anyone-, can be ridiculously powerful in some shape or form. It's a question being smart enough and determined enough to apply yourself to reach that powerful state.
  281.  
  282. You could be the strongest man alive and if you're lazy all that strength means shit-all if you fight someone who actually knows how to fight, even if they're significantly weaker than you. Aikido is a still greatly practiced martial art for a reason.
  283.  
  284. Cow Lady blinks at me and grins. "Oh-ho, you don't even know what your Quirk does and you wanna be a Hero?"
  285.  
  286. I scoff and cross my arms a bit, more of my normal self and personality bleeding through. "Of course. I'll figure out what my Quirk does eventually and I'll be a great hero! Even if I'm not the best, or the flashiest, I'll protect other people like..."
  287.  
  288. I deliberately pause and cut off my words before looking away and down with a grimace. Cow Lady's own grin drops off her face as she moves a bit closer and gently puts her hand on my leg in a comforting fashion. "I'm sure you'll make a great hero sugar. Tell ya what, we'll ask the doc once we've got ya in the hospital to run a check and see what they can dredge up. Maybe yer quirk-physicals has some answers."
  289.  
  290. Aaah crap. Now I've got to figure out a way to escape the hospital before people realize that I don't have any medical information.
  291.  
  292. This just isn't my day...
  293.  
  294. --------
  295.  
  296. "Alright son, just have a seat right there and we'll have your results back shortly. At the very least we can get a firm grasp on what your quirk-type." The Quirk Doctor says warmly as he steps out of the room, a nurse following behind with a tray full of small blood samples, some horn shavings which was by and far the most mind jarring thing I've ever experienced, and some 'mane and tail' samples.
  297.  
  298. I've been in the hospital for most of the day now, Cow Lady dutifully coming with me from station to station, looking more and more worried as we've moved on and the doctors keep coming to the realization that there is no medical information on me in the systems at all, much less information about my Quirk. Once Cow Lady had been informed, she had gotten me into a full Physical, which we finally had hit the tail-end of as I do my best not to squirm on the paper covered 'bed' and try to find a comfortable sitting position for me and my tail.
  299.  
  300. Which has been the hardest thing to get used to by far. Let me tell you, having that extra bit of bone and musculature that controls the dock of my tail and the tail itself makes finding ways to sit right an absolute nightmare. A lot of chairs have holes in them specifically for people with quirks that give them tails, but space in a hospital is a premium thing, and when the chairs are all pushed up against a wall, doesn't really matter that there's a hole in it for your tail.
  301.  
  302. Thankfully, if I lift my tail and let it arch upwards I can usually let it rest against the chair and it feels a bit more comfortable and keeps me from sitting on my tail or letting my tail brush against the floor, which sounds really, really disgusting. So yeah, I've been keeping my tail up as much as I can and have mentally promised myself to either look into braiding or at least getting a good trim to keep my tail off the floor when I'm relaxed.
  303.  
  304. Still haven't been able to get the best of looks at myself yet, but from other people's reactions to me so far and little coos and comments from the nurses about how 'I'm going to be such a little heartbreaker' and 'still looking for the pure girl little unicorn?'. Last one really caught me off guard considering I swear Japan doesn't really go for a lot of Eastern Mythology and Unicorns are about as European as you can get.
  305.  
  306. ... Maybe she was Chinese...
  307.  
  308. A-anyway, apparently I'm bishi or kawaii or whatever the proper Japanese word is, which I've come to realize I'm auto-translating, which is really, really annoying. Especially because I've been learning some things, and one thing is that the English 'UA' translation is actually really, really accurate.
  309.  
  310. See, the Japanese word for 'Hero' is 'eiyuu', 英雄, which can be equated to 'AU' in English when pronounced. Yūei Highschool is literally just those kanji reversed. So, UA Highschool, which is what I'm going to call it from now on because fucking around with keyboard settings or doing copy-paste is annoying. Sound good? Good.
  311.  
  312. Seriously, there was apparently a major argument over that an- what? Oh, right, focus, focus. This concussion has really been throwing me off, and my mind has been wandering off a lot so far today, which isn't the worst thing as I'm fairly positive I've been able to dredge up enough information about the MHA world to keep myself on the straight and narrow or at least close enough to keep myself from being that weird.
  313.  
  314. Maybe just the weird foreigner. Like I said, I haven't been able to look in a mirror so I can't really tell you what I look like... then again, considering quirks, who really knows what any one nationality looks like anymore? I mean shit, look at All Might. He looks like the All American Male but he's Japanese!
  315.  
  316. Uuugh, damn it, focus, focus! I groan and idly grind a fist into the side of my head to try to center myself only to startle a bit when a hand gently rubs my back. A glance to the side shows Cow Lady shifted her seat over so she can sit next to me and she's giving me a sad smile.
  317.  
  318. "Heya sugar, it shouldn't be too much longer, we're just tryin' ta' make sure yer healthy." She says warmly, doing her best to conceal the little bit of worry she's feeling, but it's really, really obvious. I would swear I'm feeling her worry myself, and all I can do is give her a half smile. "It's... fine. I just know that that isn't all they're doing." I respond, earning a wince from her and a grimace from me.
  319.  
  320. She sighs, gently running a hand through her long blond hair even as she continues to gently rub my back, which I note that I'm leaning into a bit. It's really nice and feels rather comforting. "You're not wrong. We didn't find... well, anything about you." She says quietly after a few moments of deliberating before she decides to give it to me straight. "No records of vaccinations, no quirk information, not even a citizenship. You're a cute lil' unicorn shaped hole in the system sugar."
  321.  
  322. She looks back to me and gives me a sad smile. "We're doing our best but we need to be careful, not only for your sake, but also to make sure that we can get you into a good, safe home, with people that can actually look out for your needs. Having a quirk ya don't know much about is dangerous at the best of times, but-"
  323.  
  324. "- people are probably already weary because it's clear that I'm educated and knowledgeable, but there's zero to no record of me, which means in the most likely scenarios I'm either a dangerous runaway, or the child of a Villain." I finish, crossing my legs and my arms, feeling my head tilt on it's own as I look at Cow Lady, who grimaces and nods at my interruption and clearly accurate dissection of what has been going on in the background.
  325.  
  326. "I might have a bit of a headache from my concussion still ma'am, but I'm not an idiot, nor am I a kid anymore." I say firmly, trying and apparently failing to pout, which gets a giggle and a mussing of my hair and ears from the minotaur lady who stands up and steps in front of me before crouching a bit so she's below me in a comforting fashion and not looming over me.
  327.  
  328. "Lookit me sugar, ain't nobody sayin' yer stupid or treatin' you with kiddy gloves, but that don't change that all these things need to be done, not just for your sake, but for the sake of those around you. You know how dangerous villains can be." She says and then winces, as do I, as we both realize exactly how insensitive and possibly incredibly accurate that last sentence could be if I was the child of a villain.
  329.  
  330. She coughs and I let her move on, not particularly wanting to dive into that topic as she gives me a strong, bright smile. "No matter what happens, I promise we're gonna keep you safe. You told me you want to be a hero, right?"
  331.  
  332. I stare back at her and slowly smile as the idea that was a bit spur of the moment suffuses my very being. A hero... I think everyone wants to be a hero at some point or another. To be celebrated for acting, doing when nobody else can, or nobody else would. The glamor of it all. But being in the military, I've seen the sacrifice required to be a hero. The dedication required to give up your days, hours, minutes, blood, sweat, and tears to master yourself and to train your body to the point that you react without thinking.
  333.  
  334. If I have superpowers, is it not my duty to use them to help others? With Great Power, right? Maybe I don't have the best reasons, but my whole life before this moment was already dedicated to keeping other's safe. This time it's just without a rifle in my hands.
  335.  
  336. "Yes. I am going to be a Hero!" I say firmly with a bright smile on my face, which makes Cow Lady smile back before she stands up and gives me a hug. I was startled for a moment but eventually I hugged her back before she sat back down and let the moment settle, a nice, comfortable silence surrounding us as we waited for the Doctor to return.
  337.  
  338. ----------
  339.  
  340. I'm turned around, staring at my tail as it flicks from side to side when the door to the room opens and I jolt a bit, looking back as the Doctor returns with a rather large file in his hands and a smile on his face. "Ah, good, I'm glad you're not sleeping even if you are resting, young man. You should continue to rest for another few hours before you sleep to let your concussion heal."
  341.  
  342. Cow Lady smiles as she puts the book she pulled from -somewhere- away. Seriously, does everyone just have hammerspace available to them or what? "Hello Doc, how's our boy?" She questions, standing up and stretching for a moment which makes me blink and blush because lord bless, I completely forgot that every single woman in this series is just about a 8/10 at -minimum-. I do my best to look away only to look at Doc and get a knowing grin in return, which makes me flush red.
  343.  
  344. Guh. Caught red-handed. Red-hooved. Whatever.
  345.  
  346. I cough and quickly try to get everyone back on track, staring at the Doctor as I try to force the blush away. "So, how are we looking Doctor?" I know it's not the most subtle redirection of the conversation, but the 'adults' in the room humor me as the Doctor opens up the file, and lets out a little hum. "Well, lets see here, Takashi-san..."
  347.  
  348. Ah, right, I should explain that. I panicked a little bit when I was asked about my name, especially with my 'having just cratered into concrete', and all I had to go on was that I looked like a Unicorn, had a horse's tail and ears, and that I wanted to be a hero and would probably need to learn to fight in my new body, which of course just lead me to a single name that I blurted out before I could maybe think it over a bit better. 'Ranma Takashi'.
  349.  
  350. Yeah, I know, terrible. Wild Horse Noble- and the gender-bending martial artist which, I have also discovered, is still very well known and quite popular even in 'weird timeline' MHA Japan. Seriously, I was laughed at which earned a pout before Cow Lady just pointed out how on the nose a name like 'Wild Horse' was considering how I looked. I at least was able to sheepishly admit that yeah, it was pretty on the nose, and a Unicorn is technically the most noble of horses...
  351.  
  352. Either way, the Doctor has been rambling for a moment so I should probably try to pay attention to him. "-and while your blood pressure, resting heart rate, and body temperature is higher than standard, considering the advanced musculature of your body, seeming quite similar to equestrian musculature particularly in your legs, I'm not surprised." He says, holding up some pictures and a chart for me and Cow Lady to see.
  353.  
  354. She is nodding along, as if all of this is normal, which I can very clearly see isn't, or at least, isn't for me, but hey, new body, new rules and all of that. Which, again, is very fitting considering where I took inspiration for my name...
  355.  
  356. "Now, lets talk about your Quirk itself." The Doctor says, pulling out another chart. "As you can see here, you have a very, very strong and noticeable Quirk Factor. One could even say it looks like it's trying to show itself off." He chuckles, gesturing a bit. "From the genetic markers, we can determine that you've got a Hybrid-type Quirk, we're assuming at this point a very prominent emission-style quirk and a transformation-type. Do you know what quirks your parents had?"
  357.  
  358. I frown and shake my head no, earning an understanding nod from the Doctor who points at the charts again, explaining in the simplest terms that according to what they can see of my genetics that my quirk is most likely rather different from what either of my parents, that is, if they could even find my parents who probably don't exist in this universe anyway. "In short, you've got quite the quirk young man, and I recommend that you take Quirk Counseling in order to properly learn how to use it. We're fairly positive that the emitted portion of your quirk is mentally based, some sort of... empathetic link to those around you? It will need some experimentation, and it's somehow linked to the transformative portion of your quirk. Make no mistake, it's all one quirk, but the markers are just -fascinating-."
  359.  
  360. I blink at the deluge of information before Cow Lady gently wraps an arm around my shoulders. "Beyond that, healthy as a colt should be there Doc?" She says as she gives me a little hug, earning a smile from me and a nod from the Doctor. "Yes miss Cow Lady, he's healthy and I have his discard papers right here."
  361.  
  362. "Excellent. I'll take it from here Doc. Could I get a copy of his quirk work to take to the councilors? We'll worry about getting it properly registered once we figure out what it actually does." She comments idly as the Doctor hands over a copy of my paperwork, even as I'm staring at her from the gentle one armed hug. She's saying 'we' a lot.
  363.  
  364. A few minutes later and we're walking out of the Hospital, and Cow Lady has turned fully to our escort, a single police officer who spent some of the time between my physicals and tests to question me about my fall. "Thank you for your help Officer Jūyōde. If you need anything else, please let me know and I'll make sure Takashi will be available." She informs the officer with a bow, who bows back politely and courteously offers Cow Lady another folder. "Of course Cow Lady, here, this is Takashi's paperwork. If you have any other questions, his caseworker should be available to you and his number is in the folder."
  365.  
  366. I'm a bit confused, but Cow Lady just gently herds me with one hand while giving a polite, if dismissive, goodbye to the officer before she walks me into the parking lot, humming to herself as she finally steps up to a car I can only gape at in surprise, mostly because it's a vehicle I absolutely wouldn't expect to see still riding the road, much less the roads of Japan, in the 2140's. A 1991 Dodge Dakota Sport, in the original powder blue, that looks meticulously well maintained. I can only stare before a little nudge and a grin from Cow Lady starts me back into motion as I walk towards the small truck that once was my own. "She's a cutie innit she? I got her from my parents when I started goin' to Highschool from mah Farm in Texas. It was a bit of a drive every day but she's always been the reliable type, even if I had to basically build her from the ground up."
  367.  
  368. The Minotaur hero is puffed up in obvious pride as I admire the hard-working truck. Sure, it wasn't a massive pick up truck, but this was the truck that not only got me from point A to point B in the military many a times, but survived four trips across the entirety of the United States and even hauled literally everything I owned once. This is by and far my favorite car-sized truck, and Cow Lady owns one?!
  369.  
  370. She gets me into the truck, which I note has a few modifications made to it, in particular a hole for my tail which allows me to fully and comfortably sit in the seat to which I sigh in relief as I settle in and buckle up. The Heroine comes around the other side of the truck while talking into a smartphone. "Yes darlin' I'm on my way home. Patrol went fine Sugar, just met someone special today. No, I think you'll like him. Yes I'm bringing work home with me, but he needs our help. Uh-huh. Really. And he was doing that while you were in class?"
  371.  
  372. Cow Lady starts up the truck and starts pulling out of the parking lot even as my ears swivel and focus on her as I listen to the conversation. I can pick up a female voice on the other side of the line that's younger than Cow Lady but not much else, not that I'm really trying to listen in. "Well, if he does it again, just hoof 'em between the legs like I taught ya darlin'.... well, if he's that short then it should launch 'em a good distance." She chuckles, and I can hear giggling on the other side. "Alright mah little Pony, you get some of the fixin's out and we'll get ourselves a dinner on once I get home. Make sure you don't leave nothin' scattered about, we're gonna have company. Ok. I love you sweetie, see you soon."
  373.  
  374. Cow Lady hangs up and puts her phone aside as she pulls up to the road out from the hospital and focuses on the road, even as I look at her curiously. She chuckles, not even looking at me as she says, "My Daughter, Pony. She's a darlin', you'll probably like her."
  375.  
  376. I hum contemplatively before I jolt a little. "Wait, you're taking me to your home?"
  377.  
  378. She laughs, nodding even as she takes off her Orange visor/sunglasses for a moment to let me see green eyes as she winks at me. "Of course! You seem pretty smart and self-sufficient Ranma, but yer' still only 14. You'll need to stay somewhere till they decide if you need to be sent to a foster home or into the system."
  379.  
  380. The grimace on my face earns a nod from Cow Lady as she focuses on the road again. "Yeah, my thought's exactly. Besides, if you're plannin' on going to UA, then I'm sure you can work something out with the school. This way you've got a place to stay that ain't too far away, after all, you're already in Musutafu!" She says warmly. "I'm a certified child minder/foster parent so you're more than welcome to stay anyway. Oh, and before I forget, I'm Tauren, Tsunotori Tauren!"
  381.  
  382. With that introduction, I was finally underway. This was only the beginning of my story, and how I became one of the greatest generation of Heroes.
  383.  
  384. Of course, before that... I had to survive High School.
  385.  
  386. --------------
  387.  
  388. So. Maybe it's just me, or maybe it's just the way that MHA Japan turned out, but wow these roads are super American. Like, it's weird. There's so much space on the roads, and I remember from my time in Japan the roads being very tight and needing a compact vehicle to drive on them properly. Very space-conscious due to Japan being a Island with a loooooooot of people. Considering the amount of skyscrapers around here and the verticality of Musutafu on the whole, I'm guessing the wider roads is an artifact of the early generation of Quirks and when All for One ruled the world, or at least, the underworld. It's actually kinda fascinating, because you see this weird mishmash of American roads and designs, and then distinctly Japanese side roads, alleyways, and neighborhoods. If you ever needed proof positive of someone's having great personal wealth, them having their own house in Japan in a major city is a great indicator.
  389.  
  390. And as we pulled through the auto opening gate into a small yard and driveway before Cow Lady parked, I can confirm- being a pro hero of any kind pays REALLY, REALLY WELL. Like damn. It's a traditional Japanese house with the 'Americanized' addon of a Garage. She pulls inside and parks, and there's plenty of space on either side of the truck to open the doors. I marvel quietly as she leads me into the house, my ears perking up at the sound of hooves on wood even as I take my shoes off.
  391.  
  392. "Mooooooooooommmaaaaaaaa!" Is all the warning that we're given beyond the rushing hooves before a mini-ballistic missile slams into Cow Lady amidrifts, which she catches with well practiced grace as I'm treated to the first sight of a character that I remember quite well from the show simply due to her nature as a living MLP reference and adorable girl all around- Pony Tsunotori, the now-identified daughter of Tauren Tsunotori, Pro Hero Cow Lady. And goodness she's cute in real life.
  393.  
  394. I mean, seriously, she's got a cute little muzzle, big expressive blue eyes, and shiny, well cared for golden hair. And on top of all of that, she's got this spunky energy that just screams 'bubbly'. It's honestly rather invigorating. I'm smiling warmly, and I feel like I could float off. Huh, Tauren and Pony are staring at me now. Wonder what that's about?
  395.  
  396. "Ranma? Ranma sugar, you need to reign in your quirk a tich." Tauren says. My quirk? What in the world is she talking about. "Bwuh?" I murmur, a bit dazed and confused as Pony steps up to me and starts lightly poking my horn. "Momma's right, yer' glowin' brighter than a firefly on the fourth of Jew-laigh." Pony says, a bit of uncertainty and confusion fogging the bright, bubbly feelings I was feeling. Then I notice the bright light shining from my horn and blink a few times.
  397.  
  398. "Ah... I-I guess that's the empathy part of my Quirk?" I say, still a little dazed as Tauren carefully takes me by the shoulders and guides me into the house before sitting me down on a couch. I look around what appears to me to be a living room. "Right, it's probably the concussion as well, you aren't used to controlling it or haven't needed to. Sit down hon, just take deep breaths, you're just feelin' a lot of emotion all at once." Tauren says calmly as she sets her shades aside and looks me straight in the eyes.
  399.  
  400. "Ah'm gonna lead ya through a breathin' exercise, ok sugar? When I breath in, I want you to breath in." She says, taking one of my hands and gently placing it on my chest before covering it with hers before she takes a slow, deep breath, which I follow. "In... and out." We breath out together, and she leads me through that a few more times till the bubbly, excited feeling, and concerned feelings fade away.
  401.  
  402. Tauren smiles at me as I blink away the feelings that I now firmly realize weren't mine, and gently pets my head and ears. "That's a good colt. We'll have to keep n' eye on that and help you while we're training. My darlin' girl wasn't jokin' when she was talkin' about how brightly that horn of yours was glowin'. Somethin' to add to the list." Tauren murmurs to herself before she stands up straight and turns to Pony, who is fretting a bit at the edge of the living room near what I realize now is a kitchenette island that separates the living room from the kitchen/dinner room. "Come on over and meet Ranma honey, it's alright, he's just fixin' to figure out his quirk is all."
  403.  
  404. "Umh! Ok Momma." Pony clip-clops her way closer, the sound muffling as she steps into the carpeted living room before she sits on the other part of the couch, which forms an L in front of a very nice looking TV and coffee table. "I'm Pony! It's very nice to meet you Ranma-kun!" She says with a bright smile, and I can help but smile back even as I softly wave a hand.
  405.  
  406. "It's fine, please, just call me Ranma, I'm American like you, so no need for suffixes with me." I say, Pony letting out a relieved sigh even as Tauren laughs a little bit. "Aw, ya'll should practice with it though, your Japanese is fantastic Ranma and your English is great but I'm sure you'll want to avoid steppin' on any sensibilities while you're at UA!"
  407.  
  408. "So what's your quirk Ranma?" Pony asks, tilting her head. "I got a modified version of Momma's horns. I can't really turn into anything, the doctor said ah had a mutation that gave me mah hooves n' strong body, but mah horns can be launched! I can control three of 'em right now, and it's really neat!"
  409.  
  410. I blink at the information before I rub the back of my head and Taruen pats my back comfortably. "Our cute unicorn here is a Hybrid-Quirk. He's got some kind of Empathetic power and a transformation power, but he don't know his own quirk yet." Tauren frowns softly as she looks at Pony, obviously trying to work out what to tell her.
  411.  
  412. I decide to take that particular bit of information out of her hands and just lay the cards down. I got a gut feeling that Pony can be trusted... after all, her Mom is a pro hero, and I'm apparently going to be living here for a bit. "I'm an orphan, and my... parents, were villain." I finally say flatly, looking away. Pony lets out a little gasp as Tauren sighs softly, gently hanging her head and resting it in a hand. "Thank you Ranma... not particularly a confirmation I was looking for tonight."
  413.  
  414. Tauren's slightly sarcastic tone of voice earns a little snigger out of me even as I look to her. "I mean, I don't really know anything about either of them. Honestly I might as well have been raised by the alleyways and the half-way houses I sometimes was in and out of in America before we came to Japan." I said, crafting my background as I rub the back of my head again. Jeeze, better try to kill that habit as soon as possible. "I mean, sure, they pushed for my education, but outside of that and a bit of combat training, they either weren't around or were trying to get rid of me."
  415.  
  416. Pony's eyes shimmer as she tucks both of her fists under her face as she looks at me, as if she's trying desperately to hold herself back from giving me the hugging of a lifetime even as Tauren just nods to herself, as if confirming that she had it figured out after her bit of theorycrafting in the hospital. Which is where I got the idea, really, and to be fair, I wasn't lying -that- much, considering that my 'mother' in this universe would technically be Eris, and as she universenapped me, she does qualify as a Villain.
  417.  
  418. "So between that, moving around a lot, and trying to keep myself sane and safe, I never really had time to figure out my Quirk." I finish explaining. I don't feel great about lying, but the real answer as to who I am and where I'm from is just way too much to lay down tonight. I'll explain it. Eventually. Maybe. When I know for sure they won't call me insane and kick me to the curb.
  419.  
  420. Pony bows to me, shaking her head a bit. "I'm so sorry Ranma, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!" I blink at that before frantically waving my hands. "N-no, no! Not at all! It's not your fault Pony, I just wanted to make sure you were both properly informed! It's not like my sperm-and-egg donors are going to come back for me anyway."
  421.  
  422. Pony comes up and gives me a hug as Tauren sighs before standing up and clapping her hands, obviously looking to change the subject. "Alright sugar, I'm sure you haven't had a real meal in a while, so let's get you some grub. I'm thinkin' Steak n' eggs!"
  423.  
  424. I perk up a bit at that, a smile on my face as I feel my tail flick in a bit of excitement, earning a giggle from Pony when the long silky hairs come around and brush her arm. "That sounds great Ms. Tsunotori." Only to blink in surprise when suddenly Tauren is back in front of me, leaning forwards and holding a finger up.
  425.  
  426. "None of that now, you're family right now Ranma, so you either call me Tauren or Momma, ma'am if you don't feel that comfortable yet." Tauren says, making me blink a few times at her finger, which she wagged once for emphasis before I look into her eyes, and nod.
  427.  
  428. Tauren smiles and claps her hands together. "Great! Now ah'm gonna go dress down and get outta this costume, and then we'll get started on dinner." Pony smiles brightly and hugs me a little tighter as Tauren turns and walks away. "I think Momma really likes you Ranma! Welcome home!"
  429.  
  430. Home... it's got a nice ring to it, I hope they'll forgive my lie.
  431.  
  432. ---------
  433.  
  434. Several days pass as I start settling into my new life. No sign of Eris yet, but I'm pretty sure it's only a matter of time at this point. Taruen and Pony have been wonderful housemates, and I've learned a lot about them as we've had time to talk and get used to one another. Tauren is a very dedicated Hero, but she's actually gearing up to retire this year in fact, though she'll be part-timing as a Hero. She doesn't look it, nor does she act it, but she's about forty-five, having Pony rather late in her life to a husband who is out of the picture now.
  435.  
  436. Don't know the whole story behind that, nor am I planning on pressing about it anytime soon. Pony seems quite happy with just her Momma, and Tauren obviously feels the same way. There isn't any pictures or keepsakes of her husband/sperm donor for Pony, so I figure the wise move is to just let that particular dog lay.
  437.  
  438. Pony has gone to school a few times, and whole Tauren isn't on patrol, she's been with me at the house, leading me through several standard education tests for the Japanese school system. Understandably, my history knowledge is terrible, which she blames on my 'villain' parents, but everywhere else I'm more than capable of holding my own. The benefits of being a college graduate.
  439.  
  440. Today, we're going on an outing to a special Gym not too far from the Tsunotori household, and the Quirk Councilor. Or rather, the gym is the Councilor's office, and I'm dressed befitting a workout, in knee-length black basketball shorts with a special hole in them for my tail, and a black muscle shirt with a cartoon unicorn on it. A gift from Pony who said, "It's so cute! You have to wear it." So sure enough, here I am with said muscle shirt on, feeling a bit embarrassed even as I look at myself in the mirror.
  441.  
  442. Now that I've had a bit of time to get used to it, I can properly look at myself in the mirror and reconize that it's me. I've changed quite a lot from how I used to look, but Ranma Takashi IS HERE!
  443.  
  444. ... Yeah, I'll leave that to All Might and Deku. Gotta figure out my own catchphrase when I start pushing to being a hero. Maybe there's a class on it? I bet there is, it's probably part of the Heroic Art/History course that The R Rated Hero, Midnight teaches at UA. Either way, I carefully run a hand through what I can confidently call my mane now before tying it up into a ponytail. My hair is just too long to put into the Ranma-Standard pigtail. Maybe I'll get a haircut, but in the meantime, the high-ish ponytail will do to make sure I don't get any of my mane in my face.
  445.  
  446. Honestly, I was surprised at the dark colors of my mane and tail when I finally got to look at them properly, almost jet black with bluing highlights, almost like Akane's hair just a shade darker. I inspect myself in the mirror, humming quietly to myself as I watch my tail give a little swish before it settles again, properly braided and tied down with Pony's assistance. Apparently she used to braid her hair all the time, and was excited I wanted to learn to keep my tail from brushing the ground. The leather straps were Tauren's contribution, to keep the braids tied down and to keep my tail weighted a bit to keep it from moving all over the place while I'm walking or running. I think the dark brown leather adds a nice little highlight, and I mentally add it as a possibility for my Hero Costume.
  447.  
  448. Beyond the obvious changes of my ears and tail, which match color to my mane, my horn is rather long and sharply pointed and I have the pricked finger to prove it. It's very sharp, and I'm pretty sure isn't made of keratin like Pony and Tauren's horns. At the moment, I'm dubbing it 'alicorn', much to my personal amusement and the bemusement of Tauren, even after I explained what alicorn meant and having to pull up a online dictionary to prove that yes, it is a real word, and while it refers to a winged unicorn now, it originally meant the horn of a unicorn. Unlike my mane and tail, it's pure white, gleaming almost, and it shines in the dark or even a bit in the light. Honestly, it's like having the 'Bishi sparkle' effect on all the time, though thankfully I'm told that you only really see the sparkles if you're looking at my horn dead on.
  449.  
  450. My horn aside, the other changes were rather embarrassing, even as I look at myself in the mirror. I'm pretty. There's no other word for it. A freakin' Bishōnen. Long, fluttery eyelashes, shining eyes of a rose tint that are big and expressive, though not quite as big and expressive as Pony's, a angled face that is soft and sharp at the same time, slim neck, and a wiry frame that while impressively muscled, it's all tone, no bulk. Honestly, if I picked the right clothes and applied a little make up, I could pretty easily pass for a girl, especially with my shiny, sleek mane and tail.
  451.  
  452. Thankfully below the waist is much less feminine. I was already pushing it a bit when I decided on Ranma as my name, but if I actually started switching genders like our favorite aquasexual, I'd probably flip my shit. I just... well, don't me wrong, I think it's kinda cool that I have an actual horsecock, but it's really, REALLY awkward.
  453.  
  454. Also, for some reason, my legs are really, really muscular. Like, I feel like if I kicked (read: bucked) a brick wall the wall would give before my legs even felt the strain. I remember that the Doctor mentioned it, but Tauren and I are still waiting for the rest of the lab results from the hospital for more information. I still have normal feet, but normal is pushing it a bit, and is really weird to explain, because while I have the normal human configuration of ten toes, my whole foot is ranforced, kind of? I really don't know how else to explain it, like I have hooves under my skin? It's weird, but my feet can withstand a lot of weight and pressure. Frankly I'm trying not to think about it because it's -weird-, but I did discover that I need actual hoof-trimmers to cut my toenails. That wasn't a fun thing to learn.
  455.  
  456. Anyway, I finish looking myself over in the mirror and deem I'm acceptable to step out into the gym proper from the locker room, where I'm waved over by Tauren, who gives me a big smile and a hug when I step over to her, even as I look around the gym.
  457.  
  458. For a indoor facility, it's very large, holding a quarter-mile rubberized track, and a large field settled inside of the track where all kinds of training equipment is set up for people to use, from free weights, to weight-sleighs, ropes, rowing machines, treadmills for some reason, a few bikes here and there, and a infinite ladder, along with much more baffling equipment like what appears to be a arcade punching machine, a series of punching bags, and what looks like an archery target, not that I see any bows.
  459.  
  460. "Alright Darlin', welcome to Cloud City! This is Doctor Shihan, one of the better renounced Quirk Councilors in Musutafu! He's also a physical education teacher at a few of the local Middle Schools." Tauren says, introducing me to a man who just jogged up to us from across the track, a bright smile on his face.
  461.  
  462. "Hello Tauren, good to see you again." He says with a smile, nodding to her and shaking her hand even as he looks at me with curiosity. "It's a pleasure to meet you young man, I was the Councilor who helped Pony understand her Quirk, and I'm very happy to be the one Tauren asked to assist you as well. I understand you have a Hybrid quirk?" He asks. I'm honestly kind of shocked at how... plain he looks. I mean, he looks almost exactly like a normal Japanese man... except that he's very physically fit. Like, damn, he's jacked. His tracksuit obviously fits him, but he also clearly enjoys showing off his hard work, and he's absolutely earned it.
  463.  
  464. "Yes, the Doctors said it's an Emitter and Transformative type, and Mi-" A glare stops me from finishing the 'miss' and I laugh awkwardly as I rub the back of my neck as I start again, "uh, Ma Tauren-" A nod from the Minotaur woman and a chuckle from the man puts a blush on my face as I continue, "-is pretty sure that the Emitter part of my quirk is some kind of telepathic empathy, or at least empathetic in nature. The Docs were pretty sure that it's tied to the transformative part of my quirk."
  465.  
  466. The Doctor hums quietly, walking around me as he rubs his chin, tilting it this way and that as he looks me over and nods a bit. "Alright Ranma, could you give me your hand please?" He asks, holding his hand out.
  467.  
  468. I blink, even as I take his hand in a firm handshake, earning a nod from from him as his eyes shift subtly, no longer looking normal as I feel my arm tingle a bit, as if I was experiencing pins and needles or my arm as a whole just fell asleep. "Not to worry Ranma, it's just my Quirk, Deep Analysis."
  469.  
  470. I can only blink in surprise when the world freezes and a infopanel falls in front of Doctor Shihan, and Present Mic starts talking from... somewhere. "Doctor Shihan Kaiseki, a well known and highly respected Quirk Councilor! Known for his unorthodox methods to push his patients to be as skilled with their quirks as possible, his greatest claim to fame was being the Councilor for the Pro Hero Edgeshot and helped him figure out his rather complex quirk! Much older than he looks. His Quirk, Deep Analysis, allows him to study someone else's quirk on a fundamental level as if he was using it himself. Sadly he can't pass this information on through his Quirk, but he doesn't run a Gym as part of his Counselling business for nothing! His step-brother, Naruzo Machio, taught him how to properly train people."
  471.  
  472. A few moments pass before everything times back and I do my best not to react as he hums before nodding to himself. "Well, you absolutely have a very interesting quirk Ranma. Let's go over the basics." Now that I know that he's apparently Machio's step-brother, suddenly the level of fitness makes even more sense, even as he leads me and Tauren over to a whiteboard, where he starts swiftly jotting down notes and general bulletpoints. I somehow doubt he's as fast as Izuku, but I'm still plenty impressed as he fills up one half of the board before capping the dry-erase marker. "Right! So, to begin with, your quirk in and of itself is absolutely an aberration. This is, of course, a good thing and a bad thing, as it's extraordinarily powerful, but with great amounts of power comes lots of little ways to make big mistakes, especially when it comes to part-mental abilities like yours." He begins, pacing in front of the white board before stepping to the side.
  473.  
  474. I frown at the board, reading the first few bullet points quickly. "... Friendship and positive emotions?" I can't help the little bit of amusement that creeps into my voice as he taps those two points with his capped marker. "Absolutely correct Ranma-kun! On top of that, psyonic energy projection and some kind of telekinesis." The good Doc says as he taps down the points on the board before I sigh and let out a little laugh. "So what you're saying is that my Quirk is powered by Magic and Friendship?"
  475.  
  476. "A little simplified but essentially, yes."
  477.  
  478. Of course at that point Tauren breaks down in giggling laughter as I cross my arms and pout a little bit. "Oh mah gawd sugar, ye'r just like one of them pony sets from when I was a lil' girl! It's what I used to call mah darlin'." I sigh. "My Little Pony?"
  479.  
  480. The continued laughter is my only answer as I sigh in amusement. Of course Tauren grew up playing with My Little Pony dolls. Of course that's a thing in this universe. "Ah-hem. Anyway, what what I can tell what you need to do to get the most out of your power is go out and make friends, or at least close bonds, with others. Even a simple empathetic bond will empower you, and the more and deeper bonds of friendship, rivalry, and companionship you have with others, the more powerful the rest of your abilities become." Doc Shihan explains, tapping the board again. "The dangerous part is more to you than to anyone else, though you can share your emotional states, you can be overwhelmed by too much of any single emotional feeling, which will make you act out of character."
  481.  
  482. "Or make me love-drunk?" I ask, finally having an answer for what knocked me for a loop when I met Pony when Tauren brought me home for the first time. The Doctor blinks and then winces. "Y-yes, that's a possibility. If you feed too far into an emotion, you could 'invert' the emotion, basically coming around to one of the logical extremes. As for actually using this emotional energy, at the moment, I would classify your overall power output based on six primary factors."
  483.  
  484. Wow Eris, way to hit it on the nose. "Hold on Doc, lemmi guess- Loyalty, as in the strength of the bonds formed, Honesty, how true to one another we are, Heroic Spirit, in how giving we're willing to be of ourselves for others, Kindness, straightforward, Laughter, in how much joy we all as a group share, and then the overall state of Friendship." I say, though I mentally replace 'Heroic Spirit' with Generosity and Friendship with Magic.
  485.  
  486. "You're catching on quick, good!" He grins, giving me a big thumbs up as Tauren rubs my head fondly before he taps the chart again. "All emotions feed into the 'magic' of your Quirk, and then each category of friendship will effect the overall strength of your transformation. I think part of the problem was you simply didn't have any bonds strong enough to anyone to actually fuel a transformation, though all the emotions to power whatever the traits you'll develop after transforming were there."
  487.  
  488. I blink a few times before I hold a finger out and point at him. "Hang on, you said 'didn't.' Does that mean I do now?" The man claps in approval. "Good catch! We'll make an analytic mind out of you yet Ramna-kun! Yes, I feel that your bond with Tauren and Pony are enough that you should be able to transform."
  489.  
  490. He moves the whiteboard and gestures me to my feet, before walking over to the start of the track with me and gently patting my shoulder. "Now, it seems like you'll be able to shift while standing still, but from the best I can figure it'll actually work best if you take it at a run and jump before you transform. You're going to be coming down from your jump on all fours but just let instinct rule, ok?" Doc says as I blink in confusion before the muscular man grins wildly at me and gestures for me to start running.
  491.  
  492. His face was a little unnerving, so I start a light jog before I glance over my shoulder at him and yelp in surprise and fright as he and Tauren are now baring down on me, charging me at full speed. I face front and hoof it, taking off at a sprint, but still Doc and Tauren are gaining. "You're gonna have to be faster than that Little Unicorn! RUN RUN RUN! Don't met me catch ya!" Tauren laughs as she shifts into her Minotuar form to charge me even faster, horns down.
  493.  
  494. The emotional panic of being chased down is swiftly tempered by a surging feeling of love, pride, and a little embarrassment coming from Tauren, I can't really get a read on Doc, but that burst of energy slides down my body and I feel my horn start to spark a bit even as Tauren gets closer and closer.
  495.  
  496. "Come on Ranma! CHANGE NOW!"
  497.  
  498. I let out a yelping cry as I leap forwards, and the moment I'm fully in the air... I change.
  499.  
  500. It's almost instantaneous, long forearms and legs compacting, muscles coiling tighter around thicker, stronger bones. I watch a bit in fascination as my hands become hooves without even so much as a thought and my chest broadens slightly, even as my body realigns itself for four-hooved motion. My eyesight shifts as my eyes readjust their positions in my head a bit and my muzzle forms, and a full, thick coat forms as I start to come back down from my leap.
  501.  
  502. Instinct is the only driving factor right now as my hooves hit the ground and I take-off, kicking up a large dust cloud as I sprint at full gallop, my mind and body screaming in tandem in terror, sheer exhilaration, and my heart pounding as if it was finally where it belonged, a sense of contentment and -rightness- filling my entire being now and letting go of the little bit of surprise and fear from the initial chasing as I start galloping just to gallop, wild laughter escaping me as I blast around the track the way only someone who has -real- horsepower can. Tauren is slowly falling behind even after Doc has stepped off the track, and I just want to keep running! THIS IS AMAZING!
  503.  
  504. ----Tauren P.O.V----
  505.  
  506. Now I'll tell yah, I've seen a lot of folk use their Quirks for the first time. It's part and parcel not only for being a foster parent but being a Heroine. First time Quirk users can often been a danger to themselves, but almost always no matter what happens that first time is magical.
  507.  
  508. But watching Ranma take off down the track as he used his for the first time? That was almost as special as when my darlin' Pony used hers for the first time. Almost, but not quite. I knew I made the right call coming to Doc, but I'm still surprised Ranma hadn't turned into a pony spontaneously before with how comfortable he seemed switching forms.
  509.  
  510. Doc was cheating a bit spooking Ranma like that with one of the various support gadgets that he has available to him as a councilor, a small bag of powder that works as a fear gas, though heavily diluted. But that bit of stress was just the trick to get mah family's lil' Unicorn off and runnin', and bless can the colt run!
  511.  
  512. He's still zipping around the track even after I got off the track to stand next to Doc and watch 'em go. "Wew, boy has more energy than a cat in a room fulla rockin' chairs." I comment to Doc, who gives me a little half-smile. "Yes, this will be extremely good for him. No one mentioned that his quirk was also a bit of a stockpiling quirk... he's been building up emotions for a very long time."
  513.  
  514. I hiss softly as the Doc nods. "My thoughts exactly. We can explain the stockpiling aspect of his Quirk eventually, but it's better to ease him into the concept, considering how nervous he appears." Doc says, crossing his arms slightly. "Unfortunately, until he slows down, I can't do a physical for his transformed state... I suppose he does this at home as well?"
  515.  
  516. "On occasion, but that's simply enough solved... just need to tickle 'em half to death." I chuckle with a wry smirk as I watch the pony run round 'n round. To be fair to Ranma, he doesn't normally just blast off the walls but the lad is absolutely the energetic type and sometimes he just has too much energy to know what to do with... A round of tickle torture with Pony's help will calm him down in a pinch by getting all the energy out through laughter, though maybe it's just feeding one of the aspects of his Quirk, now that I think about it. Laughter was one of the traits Doc talked about after all.
  517.  
  518. I hum softly. It looks like Ranma's slowin' down. Alrighty, time to get a good look at my other Little Pony.
  519.  
  520. --------
  521.  
  522. ----Ranma POV----
  523.  
  524. I finish one more loop around the track, slowing to a canter and then a trot before finally coming to a stop in front of Doc and Tauren, not even breathing heavily even as my grin stretches my face. "That was amazing!" I laugh, giggling a little at the wild run as I shake myself a bit before Tauren comes up and crouches in front of me.
  525.  
  526. In pony form, I am absolutely shorter than I am normally, but I'm also a bit bigger, if that makes any sense, as much of my mass and weight has gone into my longer, thicker legs. At the shoulder I stand about three-and-a-half feet tall, which puts me with my head and neck at a solid 5' tall. I'd imagine rearing up I'd stand about eight feet. This does put me in the proper range of a Pony size, as Ponies are horses smaller than four-foot-eight-inches at the shoulder.
  527.  
  528. I let out a little wicker as Tauren squees a bit and pulls me into a hug, my right foreleg coming up to hug her back. "Aaaah, you're too cute Ranma! Goodness, look at you!" She leans back, looking over my transformed state as Doc approaches as well, making sure to keep himself in my line of sight. Guess he's worked around horses before.
  529.  
  530. "Hmm, that's interesting. Your horn is gone." Doc points out, tapping his chin. "I'm not quite sure what to make of it but I'm going to assume that's important." Both me an Tauren blink as she looks at my head, also humming. Internally I'm aware of the fact that my horn still exists, but it feels like it's... moved?
  531.  
  532. No, it's concentrated in... my hooves. And my legs. Oh. Oh! I turned into a Earth Pony! Now it makes sense. "I think I'm ok Doc. Just something else to hammer out." I comment even as he walks around me, carefully inspecting each part of my body.
  533.  
  534. Tauren lets me go after stroking my mane several times and scratching behind my ears (oh my Eris that felt amazing. Suddenly I understand what the folks into wanting to be the Pet Pony are on about even if it absolutely isn't for me) and Doc starts looking at me a bit more indepth, a clipboard and chart on hand as he carefully lifts my forelegs, watching my muscles work as he moves them, feeling around my ankle, inspecting my hooves and making note of their much more flexible hoof nail, even if it's as durable as normal hooves, and nodding as he notes that they aren't as sensitive as someone's hands but more sensitive than a normal hoof would be for a horse. He makes a note of my overall coat color, a gleaming white that shines a bit in the florescent lighting, and no doubt would glimmer in the sunlight. "Hmm, well, you're not really a horse, so I can't compare with what I knew from the farm, but you're well within normal bodyweight and size of a pony." Doc says, tilting his head a bit before stopping suddenly as his hand brushes through my coat.
  535.  
  536. "What's this? Ranma, did you have a Tattoo before?" Doc asks, looking at my flank with obvious confusion on his face as I turn my head to look back, Tauren leaning around me to look as well. There, square in the middle of my flank, was a gleaming blue shield which stands out proudly against my white coat. My Cutie Mark, my mind tells me, my eyes widening as I gaze at my special talent. No... my soul. My very essence and being, revealed to the world. A shield for all, a bringer of harmony. The shield is emblazoned with five crystals and a six-pointed crystalline star. At the sharp tip of the kite shield, Twilight's- I mean, the Element of Magic, sits, Generosity, Loyalty, Honesty, and Kindness each slotting into another corner of the shield, while Laughter, the pink gem, sitting squarely in the center of the shield.
  537.  
  538. My mind races a bit as I contemplate what that could possibly mean. I don't remember seeing a cutie mark on myself before I changed. Am I laughter? Is that it? That doesn't feel right, I don't think I'm the Element of Laughter, but it's the most prominent gem on the shield. Then again, all the elements are represented. Magic being on the tip of the shield makes sense, it's prominant and up front, I can feel it's energy coursing through my hooves even as a bit of the urge to keep running slips down my spine and makes me flick my tail. Generosity sits to the side, Loyalty to the top left, Honesty to the top right, and Kindness opposite of Generosity.
  539.  
  540. I frown a bit, before letting out a little groan. Another mystery to unravel I suppose. The gems themselves light up, earning a wondering hum from Doc and a little gasp from Tauren even as my mind fills in that little flash as an apologetic shrug.
  541.  
  542. Weird. Looks like my cutie mark is alive and can talk to me. Kinda. I shake my head again before looking at Doc even as Tauren comments about it. "You really are a My Little Pony pony Ranma. That's so cute!" Tauren giggles as I nod. "Looks like I found my special talent then. Aren't I just Quirky?" I pun, earning another giggle and a laugh from me and Doc as the element of laughter shines in agreement.
  543.  
  544. "Well, it doesn't appear to be hurting you, and from what you and Tauren are saying these 'cutie marks' are fairly standard for Ponies from this... is a toy or a story?" He asks, looking at Tauren, who gives him another wry grin. "A little of both. They're a child's toy that is notable for having brush-able manes. Their show is from a long time ago, one of the original big commercial cartoons like Transformers or GI Joe." Tauren explains. "I had a few when I was a kid. I think they're on to the 10th generation of the show, though from what I understand there was a huge spike in popularity for the show after the first few generations, something about the 4th one being special. I've never been able to find any of the tapes or much information about it though."
  545.  
  546. This world lost Gen4? Oh these poor souls, no wonder they don't know about the wonders of Friendship is Magic! "In any case, Ranma looks just like he's a pony from the show. Specifically he looks like a Earth Pony." She finishes, earning a nod from Doc. "Alright, then we've got a starting place. Ready to start testing again Ranma?"
  547.  
  548. I smile at him. Time to put this transformation through it's paces. "You know it Doc, time to saddle up!"
  549.  
  550. A sigh from Doc and a bark of laughter from Tauren makes Laughter sparkle and a big stupid grin split my face before we get to work.
  551.  
  552. ----------
  553.  
  554. I'm exhausted as I finally drop my transformation, laying on the faux-grass inside of the running track and letting out a pleased groan from not moving anymore. Doc really knows how to put someone through their paces. Funnily enough, he put me through Aizawa's Quirk Assessment test. 40 Meter Dash (3.10 seconds, I can book it!), grip strength (I can somehow grab things with my hooves. Fuckin' magic man. 84 kg), Cleared the sandpit on the long jump from standing still, which surprised the heck out of me, tripped over myself sidestepping because it wasn't really natural movements for a pony, though I could do it much better than an actual pony would have for sure, did just fine on the situps and pull-ups, though I'm sure I'd do better in my normal form, and obviously could run for hours if they'd let me. The big one, the ball toss, was interesting.
  555.  
  556. "Alright Ranma, stay in the circle but do whatever you want to throw the Ball." Doc says as I stare at the ball, biting my lower lip in thought before nodding to myself and carefully spacing myself out. There was really only one way I was gonna launch this thing, even though we've proven that my legs are much more flexible, again, like the show ponies, and I could absolutely throw it normally, if I wanted this thing to go and go BEYOND, I was gonna need to buck it.
  557.  
  558. I mentally reviewed the steps to apple-bucking a tree, and took a slow, deep breath. Once I finish filling my lungs, I toss the ball up into the air, and pivot on my hooves, twisting and coiling to build power before I -buck-. Both hooves make solid contact with the ball even as I flop to the ground, and Tauren and Doc gape as a sound not unlike a homerun bat swing from Super Smash Brothers sounds out as the ball rockets away from me, slapping into the wall of Doc's facility and denting it slightly. He glances down at the reader and notes that it errored out.
  559.  
  560. "... We'll need to work on moderating your strength, but that was absolutely fantastic." He says with a bit of awe as he marks down the results and nods.
  561.  
  562. As I said, I'm currently laying on the 'grass' as Tauren and Doc discuss the results, glancing up a bit to look at the tip of my horn, which did return after I changed back.
  563.  
  564. After a few moments contemplation (and verifying that Tauren and Doc were still talking) I quickly pull down one side of my gymshorts to verify that my cutie mark is still there, and unsurprisingly it is indeed right there, though I note that the Shield changed. Or rather, the position of the Elements changed.
  565.  
  566. Magic is still in it's spot at the tip of the shield, but the rest of the elements have all moved, mostly changing spots with one another. Laughter is now on the right side, Kindness in the top right, Laughter dead center, straight up from Magic, Honesty in the top left, and Generosity on the left side. The center is now empty. I hum thoughtfully before putting my shorts back in place and going back to staring at the ceiling and the tip of my horn.
  567.  
  568. I'm not quite sure what that means yet, but I'd bet a sizeable amount of money that my... I'm not sure what to call it. Ponied Up? Ponified? Pone Henshin? My transformed form, for now till I come up with a better name, will change depending on which Element I'm focusing on to bring about the transformation. Laughter is the counter state to Fear, which is why I think it lead my first transformation.
  569.  
  570. This is going to take some experimentation.
  571.  
  572. "Alright Ranma, good job today. Tomorrow we'll work on your base form and start an exercise plan, and throughout the rest of the week we'll get you settled into using your Quirk and then I think you'll be safe to go to school without any issues." Doc says with a nod as Tauren gives me a big grin and thumbs up.
  573.  
  574. Ah, right. The other reason why I had to see Doc. Tauren wants me to take at least a few classes at the local Middle School so that I can socialize, which she assumed correctly would be important to my quirk, but before we could do that we had to figure out what exactly my Quirk was and if it could be a danger to my classmates or not. "Yep! You're smarter than I was at your age Sugar, but that don't mean you don't need some brushin' up on your history, especially if you wanna pass the UA exam!" Tauren cheers, reminding me very much of a Pony who's been told that she can have a extra share of ice cream.
  575.  
  576. I give Tauren a sad face as I sit myself up. "Nooooooo, not history..." I moan, earning another laugh from Doc and Tauren. "Ahh, one of the few things that will never change." Doc says with a shake of his head in amusement as I push myself to my feet and brush myself off before he steps over and offers his hand.
  577.  
  578. I smile, taking it firmly as we shake, Tauren coming up and giving me a hug. "Good work today Ranma. You've got about eleven months before the UA exams, we'll squeeze every moment we can to get you ready." Doc says with a smile. "Tauren, feel free to bring Pony along too, I'm sure she'll benefit from more training. Oh, and Ranma, please think about your Quirk and come up with a name for it, we'll get you registered tomorrow."
  579.  
  580. A smirk from Tauren and a jaunty wave is his answer as we leave, Tauren keeping one arm wrapped around my shoulders as we make our way out of Doc's gym.
  581.  
  582. Today was a good day.
  583.  
  584. ----------
  585.  
  586. Ranma Takashi
  587. Quirk: Harmony Drive
  588. Type: Aberration (Emitter/Transformation/Stockpile Hybrid)
  589. Abilities: (Harmonic Resonance)-Empath based 'mana' generation: using emotions from himself and others, Ranma fuels the rest of his abilities. Emotion 'harvesting' causes no damage nor does it remove those emotions from others. Positive and Negative emotions both can be used as 'mana'. He's capable of stockpiling a very large amount of emotion. Greater amounts of emotions can be collected at once if he has a Bond with whoever he's getting emotions from. This ability has a Kickback(1).
  590.  
  591. Pony Form (Harmony Drive)- Utilizing the collected Mana (as Ranma calls it) he can transform into pony form, gaining increased strength, speed, and extra abilities depending on which one of six elements of Friendship are being used to form the transformation. This Pony Form is capable of using 'magic', which drains Mana. If Ranma runs out of the initial emotional mana type (joy, for example), he can switch to another. Hybrids of emotional mana (Joy and Love, or Pride and Determination) can have wildly varying amounts of power boost, and different burn times.
  592.  
  593. Normal Form (Harmony Recovery)- While normal, Ranma's horn is capable of casting low grade 'spells'. Thus far he's capable of casting three spells: Telekinesis of objects up to 23kg, a minor illusion spell, and summoning a glowing orb of emotion that works as a small lantern. Horn is noted to be exceptionally strong and sharp, having damaged a steel file used to collect shavings for testing. Horn material dubbed 'alicorn' at Ranma's insistence. His horn also allows him to collect emotions from those around him at a much greater rate than when he is in Harmony Drive and increase his stockpiled storage.
  594.  
  595. (1) Too much of any emotion can lead to a flipped state of being, having gone to an extreme. Extreme Negative emotions have the usual issues with being in an extremely negative state, but extreme positive emotions can lead to sporadic actions and magic usage.
  596.  
  597. -----------
  598.  
  599. "There we go, that should do for your registry. We'll cut out a lot of this information, but at least we'll have your basic profile done." Doc informs me a few days later as he taps the sheet of paper I'm currently holding. "This is the version that UA will be able to see when you apply, as they'll need to know more of the specifics of how your powers work, though I'm told the only person who ever gets to see your profile like this is the Principle."
  600.  
  601. I nod along. Even stripped down to just that much, I know that Harmony Drive is much more complex than anything that I would ever directly tell someone that wasn't me, Doc, Tauren, or Pony. It's a damn powerful quirk, and being able to change into multiple types of Pony was a pretty exciting, if startling, discovery.
  602.  
  603. Let me tell you, being able to fly under your own power? Pretty fuckin' sweet. Being able to make Spell Matrixes and cast spells from your own horn? Even fucking cooler, though I got a really long lecture from Tauren about the Fireball Spell.
  604.  
  605. It's a DnD classic! How am I supposed to be wizard if I can't cast my own damn Fireballs?!
  606.  
  607. Well, what Tauren doesn't know won't hurt her, and I already memorized the matrix so I'll be able to whip them up when I need them. Pony's just excited that she's got a galloping buddy now. I'm amazed that she's able to keep up with me when I'm in Harmony Drive: Earth Pony. Being able to choose between the increased strength and almost earth-bending like power of the Earth Pony, the Magical Abilities and Spellcasting of a Unicorn, and the Flight and Weather Manipulating powers of a Pegasus are just way too damn cool.
  608.  
  609. I've got a great Quirk, and even this first week of working out and pushing myself and my quirk to the limit has shown me how much room to grow I still have.
  610.  
  611. "Thanks Doc, really. You've done so much for me-" I start, only to get booped on the nose, in my human form nonetheless, by my Quirk Councilor. "Don't thank me yet. You're cleared to go to school." I whine softly as Tauren and Pony laugh at my hangdog expression even as Doc gives me a half-hearted grin. "Noooooo Princess Celestia, I don't wanna make friends." I whine in my head as I realize there's no escaping it. I have to return to one of my most dreaded times of life.
  612.  
  613. Middle School.
  614.  
  615. ------------
  616.  
  617. School is as boring and dull as it has ever been, so I'm not even going to bother talking about it at all. There's just... well, one little aside that actually makes talking about school worthwhile.
  618.  
  619. It's fucking Aldera. Because it was a Public School and would 'give me the best chance to socialize.' Personally I think it's because Pony went to an All Girls School and Tauren couldn't figure out a way to sneak me in.
  620.  
  621. Yeah, we're going to the protagonist torture department. Seriously, if you know anything at all about MHA, then you know this one simple fact- this school is trash in the hardest way possible. There's been plenty of fanfics and rewrites about just trashing up Aldera Jr. High, or pointing out all the ways that the teachers break a lot of very serious laws in Japan about how schools are supposed to work. Honestly, it's more like a school from an Altus game than an actual Japanese Middle School. It's that bad.
  622.  
  623. And after having been there for a month? It's worse than they let on in the Anime. Bullies are rampant in the school, and the teachers are obviously simping for anyone with even a hint of potential so they can try to ride off the coattails of them. Now, normally you'd think that with such a wildly powerful quirk like mine, they'd be simping for me as well, but thankfully, my orphan status has thrown them off enough that the teachers don't pay attention to me, and the bullies are simple enough to deal with.
  624.  
  625. My personal favorite was 'accidently' ripping a dude's shirt open when I ducked a punch, just quietly smiling and reminding them all that my horn is -quite- sharp. On top of that, their insults suck. I don't know if there isn't any imageboards in this timeline, the internet is a bit of a mess because of everything that happened at the start of the quirked era, but these idiots either have skin so thin that you could puncture it by passing gas, or they are all willfully ignorant of what a real insult is.
  626.  
  627. Especially Bakago. Excuse me, Bakugo. So far I've heard him call people Extras, Nerds, Idiot, and tell people to die.
  628.  
  629. That's it.
  630.  
  631. Oh, of course, there was also today. The day I met Izuku Midoriya, main protagonist of this little tale from anyone's perception but my own, and future inheritor of One For All... also a absolute crybaby and in desperate need of a spine replacement.
  632.  
  633. It was the end of the day, and while I'm not sure about the specific date just yet, I haven't yet heard Bakago tell the poor green-haired cinnamon roll to jump off a building yet, so I'm guessing it's not -yet- the day where Izuku proves who he really is. I'm idly drinking the last of my water from a water bottle, and generally just ignoring every single club and afterschool activity possible because there is no way in hell you could voluntarily make me spend an extra minute at this school then I absolutely have to spend. I don't like Bakugo, but I can agree with him on this much- this school is 100% full of Extras.
  634.  
  635. I am almost certain I'll never interact with any of these people, and I use that term loosely, ever again. This school is a nightmare for a Empath, as it's just boiling over with negative emotions. Speaking of, here comes a bundle of those negative emotions now. I can see the exploding Pomeranian stalking towards me right now.
  636.  
  637. I sigh and finish my water, mentally prepping myself for the harrowing encounter with an intelligence far lesser than my own. For all of Izuku's praise of the kid, I'm pretty sure he's only particularly smart when it comes to combat and is just good everywhere else. Don't get me wrong, he's absolutely up there on the education listing, high ranks and all that, but I'm very positive he isn't going to impressive up.
  638.  
  639. "Oi, Fag Face, the fuck you think you're doing?" The premature explosion growls at me, staring me down with two lackies flanking him. Uh... I'm not even sure how to describe them honestly. They're just that forgettable.
  640.  
  641. I just continue walking, shouldering past him like he isn't even there. A little smirk on my face as I continue to walk, though I hide it as soon as possible. Taunting without even saying a word? Oh please, try something, I really want you to. I want the whole world to see you get your ass whipped by a pony.
  642.  
  643. "THE FUCK YOU FAGGOT, TURN AROUND!" Bakugo yells, even as some of the other 'extras' in this school watch on as I continue to walk. "I'm sorry, I have places to be, and you were occupying my space." I comment, not even looking back before a few fingers hook into my shoulders in an attempt to slow me down.
  644.  
  645. I allow myself to stop, mostly because I don't want these things touching me for much longer, and boy I'm feeling really angry right now. A quick glance upwards at my horn reveals it sparking as I growl under my breath. Fucking hell Bakago, are you really that pissed off all the time? Seriously, the only other person that's held that much emotion at once that it's set me to bleeding off excess was Pony, and at least that was understandable, being Love.
  646.  
  647. How the fuck does one kid get this angry?
  648.  
  649. "Haa? The fuck you say extra? Do you have any fucking idea who you're talking to?" Bakugo says as I sigh and let myself turn around, even as I slap off long fingers fingers, which makes the lacky yelp and rub his hands in surprise.
  650.  
  651. "Am I supposed to, you wastrel excuse for a poorly groomed and trained Pomeranian?" I reply flatly, doing my best to get my emotions wrestled back under my control. Seriously, the hell is with this guy? I'm genuinely going to have to figure out another spell to bleed off emotions faster if I had to deal with him every day.
  652.  
  653. "The fuck you call me?!" Bakugo growls, even as the extras in the hallways look at me in shock.
  654.  
  655. "Hard of hearing." I quip, tilting my head. "Are we done now? I've got better things to do than outwitting an unarmed opponent."
  656.  
  657. Bakugo blinks for a moment before his hands spark, a chain of popping noises not unlike a Chinese firecracker going off as he growls at me. "Oh, so the faggot thinks he's cute, ha?" Which makes me blink before I point at myself, my horn sparking a bit more as I push out more of the anger he's feeding into the air around him.
  658.  
  659. Fuck, this was not part of the plan- honestly, I didn't want to interact with Midoriya or Bakugo if I could help it. I'm going to UA, that's the plan, but I didn't want to get involved too early mostly for my own safety.
  660.  
  661. When you aren't the protagonist and don't have plot armor, survival comes first. And having a mostly-figured out Quirk that still has a lot of secrets left does NOT survival make. So encountering Bakugo right now, when he's apparently been looking for me, is not particularly fantastic.
  662.  
  663. "Well, when I last looked in a mirror, my reflection simped for me, so yeah, pretty sure I'm damn cute." I say with a smirk before it falls flat again, crossing my arms in annoyance. "Look, I've got shit to do... whatever your name is, yappy puppy. What the fuck do you want?"
  664.  
  665. Bakugo's growl has only gotten louder as more explosions pop in his hands. "Word around is that you're riding up the academic ranks and that you put in paperwork for UA. I'm here to tell you to back the fuck off, extra, before I take your stepping-stone ass out behind the shed and put you down."
  666.  
  667. Well! There's me told I suppose. "Last I checked, both my legs are still here and I'm not lame, but you're most likely just a flash in the pan there sparky. So why don't you be a good little boy and go find a fuse to suck off?" I respond flippantly as I turn to walk away again.
  668.  
  669. I hear footsteps as he charges forwards, and I prep to turn and lash out at the charging idiot when a third voice finally chimes in, even if it really wasn't one I wanted to hear. "Kaachan, stop!"
  670.  
  671. "HAAA? Stay the fuck out of this Deku, this extra is asking for it!" And the hero has arrived ladies and gentlemen, lets give it up for Shonen protagonist extraordinaire, Izuku Midoriya!
  672.  
  673. I turn again, eyeing the greatest-hero-to-be in all of his green haired broccoli glory. Honestly, the first thing I notice is that I'm taller than him (YES MY HORN COUNTS, SHUT UP) but the second thing I notice is that he's quaking in his red sneakers like he's gonna collapse at any moment just from the attention on him. I hum contemplatively as I stare at him, even though he's completely focused on Bakugo.
  674.  
  675. Well, I'm sure this is going to turn out poorly.
  676.  
  677. ------------
  678.  
  679. It ended poorly.
  680.  
  681. Bakugo and 'Deku' argued for quite a while, until the teachers came and broke it up because we were disturbing the after school clubs. Honestly, outside of a stare-down from Bakugo, I wasn't really expecting anything else to come of this little moment, until Midoriya walks up to me.
  682.  
  683. Jeeze, he really is all about the green. The manga and anime didn't really catch just how earnest this kids eyes are.
  684.  
  685. "A-are y-you ok?" And yep, there he goes, straight into stuttering like he hadn't just stood up to his main antagonist at this point in his life. I quirk an eyebrow at him even at I finally feel the last vestiges of Bakugo's anger bleed off from my horn, the sparks fading off and my horn dimming from the bright shine it had before.
  686.  
  687. Deku was somehow able to deescalate the situation, mostly by virtue of drawing the teachers attention and Bakugo's desire to not getting his perfect pre-UA record marred by any possible black marks. "I'm fine, no worries. I've handled far worse than him." I comment, making him flinch a bit before he rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "O-oh, r-right, sorry."
  688.  
  689. Well, so much for keeping a low profile. My plan absolutely didn't survive first contact with 'the enemy' and now that it's in shambles I've got to come up with a new one, the real question is if I'm willing to completely screw over canon or not.
  690.  
  691. -----
  692.  
  693. 'm screwed. Straight up, no bullshit, I've got absolutely nothing. No plan, no backup plan, no real thought put into how to properly handle the ongoing situation, and I'm pretty sure that there isn't any kind of book that could possibly help me through this current situation. Hell, I bet Twilight would be stumped on this one.
  694.  
  695. I'm now friends with Main Protagonist and Future Greatest Hero to ever live Izuku Midoriya. HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY NOT BE? HE IS THE SWEETEST CINNAMON ROLL AND I SWEAR TO EPONA THAT I WILL KILL EVERYONE IN A TEN BLOCK RADIUS AND THEN MYSELF IF ANYTHING EVER HAPPENS TO HIM. Which unfortunately is a likely scenario considering some of the bullshit he is going to go through in the future. Maybe I can beat some sense into him? That's something friends do right?
  696.  
  697. To clarify, one of the key moments of the series is when he realizes THAT HE HAS FUCKING LEGS. I mean, that he can use them for combat, but still, look it up on the internet, there's memes a-plenty of this sweet summer child basically declaring "I HAVE LEGS." Like, yes child, we understand, but come on, seriously? Why are all Shonen protagonists so... oblivious?
  698.  
  699. ... Wait, male teenager. Belay my last, carry on.
  700.  
  701. Right, where was I? Oh, yes, the murders. Or planned murders. I'm currently sitting with Izuku on a bench in a small park not so far away from his eventual training grounds, Takoba Municipal Beach Park. We've been sitting here talking idly for a little while because I couldn't just leave him after I accidently sassed him when he was just trying to help.
  702.  
  703. Seriously, this kid is too sweet for his own good. Like, my Unicorn instincts are screaming 'Pure Maiden' to me and I'm pretty sure I don't even -have- Unicorn instincts. Wait. Oh god, am I the Last Unicorn? A chill runs up my spine at the thought as a mental image of the Red Bull pops into my head, or Tirek. Come to think of it, Tirek -is- the Red Bull...
  704.  
  705. "U-um, Takashi-san?" Izuku snaps me out of my mental horrorshow before flinching as I shake my head back and forth, sending my ponytail all over the place before I focus back on him, giving him a half-smile. "Sorry Midoriya-san, I was a bit... ah... at a unfortunate mental place." I apologize, rubbing the back of my head with a very fake laugh that he clearly can see through and even gives me a sassy deadpanned look for. Whoof, being stared down by the Cinnamon Roll, obviously I need to work on my lying a bit.
  706.  
  707. "R-right. I-I w-wanted t-t-to ask... u-uhm... c-could you tell me about your Quirk?" He's still stuttering as all get out, and I mentally bump that up my priority list to try to fix or at least help him with. "Eh? Sure, what do you want to know?" I ask, giving him my full attention even as my ears swivel towards him as I prepare for the oncoming onslaught of questions and talking that I have no doubt that I'm about to reciwhat the fuck.
  708.  
  709. I can't help but to blink again and rub my eyes as I look at the notebook and pen in his hands. Where the hell did he get that?! His backpack is still under the bench and a quick look shows that it's completely zipped up. I reiterate- DOES EVERYONE IN THIS UNIVERSE HAVE ACCESS TO HAMMERSPACE?! And if so, why haven't I figured out how to use it yet?! This is completely unfair to those of us who's Quirks don't let them have opposable thumbs! No I don't care that I can use Telekinesis, shut up.
  710.  
  711. "So I can clearly see your horn, ears, and tail. Do you carry over more traits from a horse? Do you call it Unicorn? Do you have any more traits or abilities attributed to unicorns from mythology? Doesthisincludemagicanddoesitmakeyouamutanttypeoranemitterorareyoubothandifitisbothcanyouenhanceyourgeneralabilitiesorcastspellsandmuttermuttermuttermuttermuttermuttermuttermuttermuttermuttermuttermuttermutter-" I am instantly overwhelmed by a wall of sound as my ears flatten as the infamous Midoriya Mutter completely flattens any attempt I could have possibly made to discuss my Quirk with him as his hand flies over his notebook, leaving me flabbergasted as I can only watch on as a full sketch of me quickly forms. Holy shit this kid can draw! I... wait a minute, are my hips really that rounded? I glance down at myself and hum. Huh, I didn't really notice that before. Hey look at that high-waisted man he's got feminine hips! Thicc legs from the horse-musculature definitely has some weird side effects on the rest of my body.
  712.  
  713. Gah, distracted again! "Midoryia!" I call, making him flinch after he finished the sketch and before he can start writing more than my name into his book. I give him a small smile as he stares at me. "Relax dude, you were muttering. How about I explain what my quirk is first and then you can ask me questions? From what I did understand... Yes, I have more horse-like traits, my feet are a little hard to explain-"
  714.  
  715. We ended up talking for a few hours as we sat on that bench, Izuku asking a lot of rather insightful questions as I did my best to answer each and every one, and I'll be perfectly honest? It was probably the most relaxing thing I've done since I've came here, because he's just that easy to talk to. "-and that allows you to cast spells? That's amazing! Your Quirk is just amazing Takashi-san!"
  716.  
  717. "Please, just call me Ranma, Midoriya... I'm not used to all this super-polite stuff, I'm an American after all." I say, even as I carefully brush my tail. What? It gets dusty and having basically a freakin' featherduster attached to my butt at all times is not something I'm particularly a fan of, so I do my best to keep it clean. "A-ah, r-right, R-ranma-san." Sigh, well, better, but the sooner I can get rid of him saying 'san' anytime he wants to talk to me the better. "A-anyway, your Quirk really is wonderful, how many spells do you know so far?"
  718.  
  719. "Not too many. Spells are fairly complicated because it requires intent and practice, and I'm slowly figuring out the 'language' that my spells require." I comment, even as my horn lights up, the pure curiosity from Midoriya being a perfect fuel as I pick up a single rock and float it around us. "The simplest spell is telepathy. I'm not really sure how to describe the... I guess you could call it a spell 'matrix'? It's..." I frown, dropping the rock in my hand and tossing it up and down as my tail brushes to the side and off my lap. "I really don't have words to describe it. It's like trying to properly describe color to someone who can't see color or can't see at all."
  720.  
  721. "I see, fascinating." Deku murmurs, writing into his notebook. "Maybe you should consider a..." He stops for a moment, tapping his chin with his pencil's eraser, "... mmm, well, no better term for it, a Spell Book." "What, like a Wizard in DnD?" I ask, tilting my head at him as he nods. "Yeah! If you can draw the... whatever it is that makes up the 'spell matrix' maybe it'll give you a better idea of where you could modify them to do more things or figure out new spells, maybe even write out a full alphabet?"
  722.  
  723. I nod, blinking at him and resisting the urge to gape a bit. Holy shit, he really is that good at analysis. I had the thought but I never really conceptualized it and considering that the matrixes are really, really hard to explain or even draw, I get the feeling I'm going to need some practice in the future. "Right..."
  724.  
  725. Our conversation continued as I explained what I've learned with the quirk councilor, and Deku continue to point out a whole bunch of things that I hadn't quite realized, or knew and just hadn't focused on as points. I'd give you all the highlights, but they're literally not important enough to really discuss because many of the points really don't affect how my quirk works till later in my hero career...
  726.  
  727. "This is amazing! You've got such a fantastic quirk, I'm honestly shocked that you've had so little time to practice with it Ranma-san!" Deku says, his eyes sparkling as he finishes writing down my entry to his notebook, he even had time to finish the sketch of me and had no less than six(!) costume ideas drawn down, and a good reminder that I could harvest hair from my mane and tail to make a costume that would shape shift with me. "Still, powered by friendship... what a incredible thing."
  728.  
  729. "Doesn't mean much when I've got a total of three friends." I joke at myself, shaking my head a bit at his enthusiasm, only to earn a pout from the cinnamon roll. "Ranma-san!" "What, it's true Midoriya, I've got three friends- Tauren, Pony, and Doc." I say, laying down a bit of the bait. I can't help it, at this point I might as well be he friend. Deku freezes up and a tingle goes up my spine as I feel a major spike of anxiety. Ah, fuck, tripped over the 'Quirckless Deku' landmind. Maybe I should s-
  730.  
  731. "I'm your friend too Ranma-san."
  732.  
  733. Woah, where did that spine come from?
  734.  
  735. "I... b-before you say anything." Deku starts, even as I feel a swell of D E T E R M I N A T I O N that freezes me in place, pushing the anxiety I felt only moments prior out of the way. "I'm quirkless. I have been my whole life. But I've always wanted to help people. I want to be a hero! And if being your friend will help you be a great hero, then I will be your friend, Ranma-san!"
  736.  
  737. ... I'm not sure how to respond. How do you respond to someone basically growing a spine just because they believe that you're going to be a hero? Who the fuck does that? This freakin' cinnamon roll that's who!
  738.  
  739. "... Izuku, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm going to hug the stuffing out of you." "H-huh?!" And at that point I swept the stupid, selfless, incredibly brave kid who didn't deserve a single bit of the shit he's dealt with growing up into the biggest hug I can muster, and eventually I feel him hug back before I finally let him go. "Thank you. For being my friend." He smiles brightly at me as I speak up, only for him to rub the back of his head and laugh.
  740.  
  741. "You're welcome! Please, you can continue to call me Izuku if you want."
  742.  
  743. "And you already know to call me Ranma."
  744.  
  745. ---------
  746.  
  747. We spent the last dregs of daylight discussing heroics and Izuku's favorite heroes (All Might, All Might, a bunny girl, and All Might), and the family I've found myself stuck with. (He's incredibly excited for the possibility of meeting Cow Lady, seeing as she met All Might in his prime) Soon enough, however, all good things come to a end as we have to go our separate ways. Just as we're about to leave, he calls out my name, as we had to go separate ways to get back to our houses. I stopped to turn, and could feel another surge of anxiety and worry. "R-ranma-san, i-i-if you don't want to admit to being my friend at s-sc-school I'd understa-" I let out a loud, horsy snort that completely interrupts him and cuts him off. "Nope." "Wha-" "Nope, you're my friend, and all those extras at school can't do anything about it."
  748.  
  749. Izuku blinks before letting out a laugh of surprise, and part of a sob as the anxiety and worry is replaced with a bit of pure joy. "R-ranma! You can't go around calling everyone extras!" I snort again as he laughs a bit more. "That's Kacchan's thing!"
  750.  
  751. I tisk, earning another laugh from Izuku from me acting like Bakugo, before I wave and he waves back, and I start making my way home, looking at my phone.
  752.  
  753. In it are four saved contacts. (My Little) Pony, Momma Tauren, The Doc, and now, 'TheGreatestToBe'.
  754.  
  755. Shut up, I like giving my contacts nicknames.
  756.  
  757. ------
  758.  
  759. Soon enough it came to be that me and Izuku were hanging out almost every day after school. His first encounter with Tauren was hilarious, and I have the video evidence to prove it. The Hero Fanboy knew a ton about her career and was super stoked to meet her, even commenting about her first encounter with All Might and how she saw him debut in America, and dropping the fact that she was (still!) the number 4 hero in America and California's favorite hero.
  760.  
  761. Guess it goes to show that Happy Cows really do come from California. Go figure. Mind you that comment earned me a smack upside the head and a laughing Pony while Izuku freaked out a bit, I was more than content with it because the snark stops for nobody. Pony also quickly became good friends with Izuku, who speaks English almost as well as the rest of us, though his stutter and anxiety throws him off sometimes. He's been helping me teach Pony Japanese, and while she'll slip into English when she's excited or angry, she's really making leaps and bounds in her vocal skill.
  762.  
  763. No Monoma making my sweet innocent lass say horrible things in Japanese because he knows she's too ignorant to actually understand what he's making her say. Not if I have anything to say about it and I do.
  764.  
  765. I also met Mommadoriya, and boy, the anime was -not- lying. That woman can cry. I chuckle a bit at the memory even as I watch Izuku scribble into his thankfully not burnt this time notebook after I snagged it away from Bakugo after school. He's looking a bit down and I'm trying to think of a good way to cheer him up as we walk, even as I think back to meeting his Mom for the first time...
  766.  
  767. -------
  768.  
  769. "MY BABY MADE A FRIEEEEEEEEEND!"
  770.  
  771. "M-mom!"
  772.  
  773. I carefully adjust my umbrella to keep myself from getting soaked, even as Izuku starts to cry too. Seriously. How is that not a quirk?
  774.  
  775. --------
  776.  
  777. She's such a sweet lady, even if I can understand Izuku's stance on his Mom- loves her to death, cares for her deeply, but very much hurt that she doesn't believe in him. He gets that she's just doing the Mom thing, she's worried about him because she loves him, but he also feels it's a little bit like she's overcompensating because he's crippled.
  778.  
  779. Ah. Right, that's the other conversation we had. Boy that was rough. It happened at lunch a few weeks ago, but I finally got him comfortable enough for him to actually discuss being Quirkless with me instead of blurting it out, which lead to a rather in-depth discussion about what quirklessness in this day and age meant. Especially considering in our generation it's less than 2% of the total population.
  780.  
  781. Yeah, that 20% figure? It's bullshit. That's mostly the older generations. Quirklessness is a rapidly vanishing figure in humanity, and the 'baseline' human is starting to vanish off the face of the Earth. Which makes my earlier comparison to the Last Unicorn all the more potent, in my opinion.
  782.  
  783. It was... rather emotionally charged.
  784.  
  785. --------
  786.  
  787. "... Izuku?"
  788.  
  789. "*sniff* W-what, R-r-ranma-san?"
  790.  
  791. "I'm going to need you to grit your teeth."
  792.  
  793. "W-wha-"
  794.  
  795. I knew I was gonna feel bad for it later, but even as I hauled off and punched Izuku I also was fully aware that my Harmonic Resonance was going into overdrive. He was filled with anxiety, his doubt overwhelming, and this crushing, almost unbearable sorrow that was spiking every emotion in me before I punched the ever loving heck out of his jaw, knocking him flat.
  796.  
  797. Even as I did so, my horn sparked and my eyes flashed as I pushed back, trying to consciously do something that I've been doing unconsciously, but in reverse. See, Harmonic Resonance is named 'Resonance' not just because I can 'feed' my quirk on other peoples emotions, but because I can push those emotions back, or adjust other people's emotions to settle. Which really helped making friends with the incredibly antsy and flighty Izuku considering I was able to settle his emotions down to match to mine.
  798.  
  799. In this moment however, I wanted him mad. I wanted him to hit me back, and get mad. I wanted him to rant and rave about how unfair the world was, and fight back. I wanted him to push up to his feet and come at me. And I was pushing that anger with everything I had. Righteous indignation at a world that didn't care and kicked him around like he was a piece of trash.
  800.  
  801. "W-wa-WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Izuku cries, anger tinting his voice as he pops up to his feet, now glaring at me a bit.
  802.  
  803. "THE FUCK YOU THINK THAT WAS FOR?! YOU'RE BADMOUTHING MY BEST FRIEND!"
  804.  
  805. "I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND!" Izuku yells, even as he lashes out with a fairly solid right hook into my stomach. Sure, it's very much untrained, but it's got some force behind it and he didn't tuck his thumb in his fist or clench his fists too tightly and break something on me, so I'm going with a that being a win even as I punch back, hitting him in the shoulder this time.
  806.  
  807. "YOU ARE, WHICH IS WHY I HIT YOU! STOP BADMOUTHING MY BEST FRIEND!"
  808.  
  809. All in all, it was really, really stupid of me to do that. About six minutes later we're both laying on the rooftop, bruised, panting, and emotionally worn out. I bled off all of the excess emotion he had built up and both of us vented our anger the MANLY way.
  810.  
  811. Even as I'm nursing a pretty quality black eye (seriously, for all of his not actually focusing on training to be a hero prior to All Might accepting him as his successor, he at least keeps himself physically fit.) and he massages his sore ribs and stomach with a groan, I stare at the clouds passing by before I speak up. "Quirkless doesn't mean useless. Quirkless doesn't mean you can't fight and stand up for yourself. I'm mad, furious, on your behalf. I can take the hits, which is why I used my quirk like this. Sorry, not sorry."
  812.  
  813. "It's... ow... ok, I think." Izuku groans before he turns his head to look at me, his green mop bouncing a bit in the corner of my vision. "... Ranma?" I turn my head away from the clouds to focus on him, even as he stares at me with a slightly sad, but determined gaze.
  814.  
  815. "Do you think I can be a Hero?"
  816.  
  817. Woof, again Harmonic Resonance lets me understand almost exactly how he's feeling, but after a moment I cut it off, not wanting to be influenced by his emotions. It hurts a little bit to turn off, and it makes my horn... crackle? Not really sure how to describe it, it makes little static bolts run up and down and around it, making it really obvious when I'm not letting my horn do it's normal thing.
  818.  
  819. Izuku glanced at my horn as it started to crackle, his eyes widening for a moment before returning his focus to me as I finish catching my breath before I push myself up to my feet, and hold my hand out to him to pull him up. "You shouldn't have to ask that question you freakin' Hero Otaku. I think you can be the best damn hero who ever lived."
  820.  
  821. -------
  822.  
  823. Yeah, suffice to say, friendship secured. He cried, I did a bit simply from the emotional overbalance, we hugged it out, and finished lunch, and I got yelled at by Tauren when I came home with a black eye after I lied at school about tripping into a doorknob (impossible because our school has all sliding doors...)
  824.  
  825. "So what's on training for today?" Izuku asks, looking up from his notebook. I'm feeling a little nervous, if only because I'm aware of what a significant day it is, and I knew from the moment my teacher came in and informed us all it was time for the Career whatchamacallits that are indicating what Highschool you want to go too.
  826.  
  827. Not being in Izuku and Bakugo's class, I was the only one in my classroom that had UA marked down as my primary, though I did have a few other hero schools marked down just in case. No one really looked at me in awe or commented about it, mostly because most of them don't know much about me, and the ones that know enough have seen me get picked up at school by Tauren before we went to a Quirk Counselling session, so they know enough to know that I'm at minimum being taught by a Pro Hero.
  828.  
  829. But the moment the bell rang (thank Epona I didn't have cleaning duty today) I was out the door and beelining for Izuku. The scene played out almost exactly like it did in the original story, Izuku being taunted, Bakugo stealing his notebook, and so on. The only difference was I snagged the notebook out of Bakugo's hand with some quick TK, and he scoffed at me before walking away and delivering the line that genuinely makes me wonder if he even can really consider himself as a hero.
  830.  
  831. No hero is going to tell someone to go kill themselves.
  832.  
  833. "I think we should go for another run. Your stamina is really improving and we don't have much in the way of weight equipment so anything we can do to increase how long you can go is going to matter a lot. Fights require a ton of stamina after all. We can figure out skill later, or maybe find a weapon you'll like..." I ponder out loud, tapping my chin even as I subtly look around the alleyway.
  834.  
  835. It's time. I'm very nervous, because I don't want to screw this up for Izuku. It would be horrible for him to lose out on his opportunity, not only for him, but for the fate of the world. I mean, what would happen if the world lost it's greatest hero to be?
  836.  
  837. Even as I ponder that, now distracted even as Izuku is furiously scratching through a different notebook (Training for Heroics, Volume 2, his workout log on recommendation from Doc and Tauren for both me and him), my ears twitch in surprise as I hear something 'glorp' right behind us, and a slightly panicked whinny escapes me as I jump to the side, tackling Izuku with me as a tentacle of slime lashes out where we just were.
  838.  
  839. "Aaaah, a medium-sized invisibility cloak! Just what I was looking for."
  840.  
  841. Oh. Oh god. I'm gonna puke. The Sludge Villain is even grosser in person than he was in any description I've ever read. The smell alone made me cough and sputter in disgust. Not that I could puke anymore. Thank you horse-traits, that's one that I really didn't need. At least my old gag reflex is gone, makes eating healthy foods a lot easier.
  842.  
  843. ... Perverts.
  844.  
  845. Either way, I need to keep -well- away from this guy unless I want to swallow a bunch of him and not get it back out.
  846.  
  847. HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER ASSHOLES!
  848.  
  849. Even as I jump to my feet to start running, another tentacle lashes out and strikes me across the back, sending me tumbling as another whips out and wraps itself around Izuku's leg. "Izuku!" I cry, turning around only to be struck by the horrific sight of my friend being stuck inside the slime-beings body.
  850.  
  851. "Don't worry kid. I'm just hijacking your body. Calm down. It'll only hurt for about 45 seconds... then it'll be all over." The -thing- laughs maliciously even as he sends a few more tendrils spearing my way, making me dodge and incapable of approaching.
  852.  
  853. "IZUKU! Hang on Izuku!" I cry out, yelping as a spear catches my uniform and rips it a bit.
  854.  
  855. At this moment, I'm terrified. I was so confident that we'd be fine, that we'd be able to handle this. But this. This is my first encounter with a actual villain. And I'm at a loss. I don't know what to do. I'm absolutely terrified.
  856.  
  857. Then Izuku looks at me with wide, pleading eyes.
  858.  
  859. And everything changes.
  860.  
  861. -----Izuku POV-----
  862.  
  863. Ranma is a very strange person.
  864.  
  865. He's such a weird bundle of contradictions, from his attitude to his amazing quirk and how he seems to hate people giving him attention for it, and how he wanted to make friends with me. I just don't get it. He's explained his power and I get the feeling that there's a lot that neither of us really understand about how his quirk works yet. Call it a gut instinct, he's just so fascinating, and aberration quirks are really rare!
  866.  
  867. Even as I'm stuck here, doing my best to force slime out of my mouth and I can feel him trying to push down my throat, I can't help but stare at Ranma as he tries to get closer, his eyes wide and wild, almost like a horses when they're scared of something. He looks so worried.
  868.  
  869. I don't know why he's fighting so hard to save me, even though I really want to be saved, he could have just run and saved himself.
  870.  
  871. But that's not Ranma. I don't know what I did to deserve such a loyal friend, even as my vision starts to fade, but I'm glad I met him.
  872.  
  873. The bright flash of white blurs my darkening vision even as he cries out my name.
  874.  
  875. Well... I tried... I'm sorry Ranma.
  876.  
  877. --------
  878.  
  879. Even as Izuku starts to slump, I can -feel- the desperation and determination take over and my horn flare as I dodge another slime spike before I start charging forwards, watching as Izuku starts to slump.
  880.  
  881. No! Not today! Izuku doesn't die today! He can't be the greatest who ever lived if he dies today, and I AM NOT GOING TO LET THAT HAPPEN!
  882.  
  883. The change is almost instantiations, and I don't even need to consider my cutie mark to know that Loyalty is currently sitting prominently and dead center of my shield as I go from dashing forwards on feet, to hooves, before my wings catch the air and I rocket forwards in a massive burst of acceleration.
  884.  
  885. One of the things I've learned about Harmony Drive is that my pony forms don't correlate to the Elements of Harmony that I know. Or any Element for that matter. I can use Earth, Pegasus, and Unicorn with any Element, though each Element themselves causes some drastic differences with what my pony forms can do. Which is... weird, sometimes. I think it's about how magic works and is influenced by your Emotions.
  886.  
  887. Uh... think of it like Starfire, from the Teen Titans cartoon (not GO, that's shit, the real one). Every emotion feeds into the aspects of friendship, and from there, those emotions become 'mana' that fuel spells, but not all mana is made equal. Starfire can't fly if she isn't experiencing the joy that comes with being free in the open air, and she can't fire her bolts unless she's feeling outrage and anger.
  888.  
  889. When I'm in pony form, in particular when I'm a Pegasus or a Earth Pony, a lot of my natural ability changes depending on what emotion mana is fueling my transformed state.
  890.  
  891. Right now? Pure, unbridled, unrestrained fury and determination is fueling me. And that makes me the fastest thing alive.
  892.  
  893. A white and blue blur vanishes in a flash of feathers on prismatic wings as I go from 0-100 with the swiftness and tackle Izuku through the villain, making him cry out in surprise and pain even as my wings are wrenched from the collision and we crash to the ground, sent sprawling from my momentum as we slide across the ground till we stop a good fifteen feet away from the slime villain.
  894.  
  895. I wince as I look at Izuku, who's coughing up slime and groaning in pain even as I roll back to my hooves, only to yelp in pain as I glance back and see one wing hanging limply by my side. Ooooh, yeah, that's definitely dislocated. It sways as I move and I wince at the pain and tugging sensation as I post myself in front of Izuku, who is slowly coming around.
  896.  
  897. "You little shit! You're not even a good hiding spot from -Him-! I'm going to kill you and digest your remains you stupid fu-" The villain rants before he's cut off by the most bombastic voice I've ever heard, and my eyes widen even as Izuku finally stands up, his eyes as wide as mine and a excited grin on his face.
  898.  
  899. "YOU SHALL DO NO SUCH THING VILLAIN! WHY? BECAUSE I-"
  900.  
  901. The manhole cover for the sewers is blown off as the towering, muscular mass of the Symbol of Peace, the World's Greatest Hero, the man who rescues others with a smile on his face, and the 8th barer of One for All slams into the ground from his jump, standing up straight with a bright smile in place. "-AM HERE!"
  902.  
  903. "SHIT, ALL MIGHT!" The villain cries. "ALL MIGHT!" Me and Deku cry. The Villain attempt to attack the towering mass of man who simply rears back his hand and cries, "DETROIT SMASH!" I have a bare moment to brace myself and try to tuck my wing beside me as I crouch low as the air pressure from the massive punch whips past Izuku and myself as the Sludge Villain is splattered around the alleyway.
  904.  
  905. "HAHA, I'M TERRIBLY SORRY CITIZENS, I LET YOU GET CAUGHT UP IN MY HEROICS BECAUSE I WAS TOO SLOW! NAVIGATING THE SEWERS NEVER WAS MY STRONG POINT! SHAME THAT THE VILLAINS ALWAYS TRY TO ESCAPE DOWN THERE..." All Might comments as he looks around the alleyway and hums before letting out a pleased huff. "AHA, TIME TO CLEAN UP HIS ACT!"
  906.  
  907. A blur surrounds me and Izuku for a moment as All Might zips around the alleyway, scooping up the villain into two two-liter bottles that he found and capped, nodding with that incredible smile as he looks at the bottles. "THERE WE GO, ALL DONE!"
  908.  
  909. Finally, All Might turns to us, and blanches a bit when he looks at me. "AH! I'M SO SORRY MY... PONY? I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT I HAD INJURED YOU!"
  910.  
  911. Eh? Oh, right, my wing. Wait.... OH FUCK, MY WING. I hiss in pain as I glance at the limp appendage. "N-no worries All Might sir, n-not your fault. My fault, I think I dislocated it when I speared through that guy..."
  912.  
  913. Izuku blinks a few times and prepares to gush at All Might before he looks at my wing and looks around, before grabbing his backback off and offering the strap to my mouth. "W-w-we're g-going to h-ah-have to relocate i-it again Ranma. Yo-you saved me!" Izuku babbles, even as I lean against the Alleyway Wall as All Might marches closer.
  914.  
  915. "Yeah, yeah, just... gimmi a moment." I whine. This is not the first time I've dislocated something while practicing for heroics. Large Quantities of Emotion really increase my power, and even some emotions can increase my durability by a lot, but sometimes those emotions really are a double-edged sword.
  916.  
  917. "No time to wait Ranma, bite down please." Izuku says even as I groan and bite down on the strap.
  918.  
  919. "DID YOU HURT YOURSELF YOUNG MA-" All Might is cut off by a loud cracking noise and me groaning around the backpack strap, thankful that Izuku's bag has a leather strap for his shoulder as he pops my wing back into it's socket.
  920.  
  921. I tremble for a moment even as All Might stares at us in shock as Izuku gently pets down my spine, feeling around the wing joint and verifying that he got it reinserted right and didn't accidently pinch a nerve. "Ok Ranma, can you move your wing?" He asks, and I lift the wing up and then fold it into my side in the resting position, earning a sigh of relief from Izuku.
  922.  
  923. "Ranma what where you thinking? That was a real villain, you could have gotten seriously hurt!" Izuku scolds in worry, even as he hugs me tightly. "S-sorry Izuku, I couldn't just let you die. I just got so mad that I couldn't stop myself." I reply, even as Izuku finally lets go of the hug and gently bops me between my ears.
  924.  
  925. "B-baka."
  926.  
  927. Both All Might and myself stare at Izuku for a moment before he starts to fidget, and All Might thankfully breaks the now Awkward Silence that can only be created by a innocent Cinnamon Roll calling someone an idiot. "YOUNG MAN, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
  928.  
  929. "A-ah, yes. Thank you for asking All Might. I dislocated my wing getting Izuku out. A bit of food and dropping my transformation and I'll be fine." I reply, stepping away from Izuku and taking a deep breath before I let go of my transformation and stand up to two legs again.
  930.  
  931. "See? Good as new!" I say with a bright grin, flexing a bit and earning a chuckle from the hero of heroes. "INDEED! WELL YOUNG MEN, I NEED BOTH OF YOUR NAMES! THOUGH I MUST COMMEND YOU-" He pointed at me at this point, "FOR ACTING QUICKLY TO SAVE YOUR FRIEND! REALLY I SHOULD HOPE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING HEROIC OR HURT YOURSELF WHILE I AM HERE, YOU TRUELY ACTED WITH THE HEART OF A HERO!"
  932.  
  933. I gently rub the back of my head in embarrassment even as Izuku starts gushing and entering full fanboy mode. At this point I do my best to stay back as Izuku leads the conversation, asking All Might for his signature (the ham signed two whole pages and signed it to both of us after he asked our names, and Izuku freaked out about how it would be 'a family heirloom') and preparing to ask The Question before I notice a wisp of smoke coming off of the slowly fading Symbol of Peace before he laughs and says his farewells before preparing to leap off.
  934.  
  935. And of course Izuku does the stupidest thing ever and grabs onto his leg as All Might jumps off.
  936.  
  937. Leaving me alone.
  938.  
  939. "... Oh Epona damn it." I moan, facepalming with a sigh.
  940.  
  941. Here we go, into the actual plot and story of My Hero Academia now "I guess it's time..." I sigh, finishing wiping my hand down my face before staring down the alleyway with firm eyes. "The warmup is done. Time to go Plus Ultra."
  942.  
  943. I didn't see Izuku the rest of the day. Not till I watched the news with Tauren and Pony later that evening and got shaken like a martini by Pony. "It's Izuku-kun! Oh my GOD he just ran in!" Pony had gasped, even as I resisted the urge to jump up and cheer at Deku proving how much of a hero he is.
  944.  
  945. Now I -did- cheer when I saw him blast that sludge motherfucker in the face with his backpack and catch both of his eyes before he pulls a me and tackles Bakugo -through- the sludge villain just like I did to him and tries to get Bakugo on his shoulders... before utterly failing when a tentacle lashes out and snags his leg.
  946.  
  947. My heart starts for a moment as a spear comes down towards his head before All Might appears and punches the slime away, making me let out a sigh of relief even as I pick up my phone. "I swear to Epona Izuku if you don't fucking respond to my text-" "AH! LANGUAGE!" "I'll add a dollar to the swear jar later, Pony!"
  948.  
  949. -------
  950.  
  951. Right, so he didn't answer any of my texts or my call, which means either he's ignoring me because of being completely shooketh over everything that went down yesterday, or his phone got wrecked in the chaos. I'm assuming probably the former because he would have at least tried to call me with Mammadoriya's phone or the house phone.
  952.  
  953. So I decided the best thing to do was to get up for my run at the normal time... which just so happened to be the same time that Izuku was going to meet up with All Might at the beach. Funny that. And oh look, my route takes me past Takoba Municipal Beach Park. How about that?
  954.  
  955. Suffice to say, I arrived just after All Might finished crushing the fridge to give his motivational speech. Seriously. How the fuck did they keep this secret and connection hidden for as long as they did in the series... "Izuku!! Holy crap, you're alive! Great! It's time to grit your teeeeeeeeewait a minute." I jog onto the scene as All Might spits up blood and deflates, and Izuku immedately begins panicking at my presence. I glance between the two before sighing and giving skinny-might the staredown.
  956.  
  957. "... I swear to Epona if you're trying to trick my boy with that All Might impression I'm going to kick you so hard your spine ejects from your skull." I growl, getting into a combat stance. "N-no! Ranma, it's ok! I-I k-k-know this looks weird, b-but it's, I-I, j-just w-wait!" Awww, Izuku is doing his best to step in as the skinny form of All Might coughs up some more blood, and my ears swivel a bit as I catch him talking to himself. "Maybe it's just something about Young Midoriya? Two more people knowing my secret in as many days..."
  958.  
  959. He coughs into his fist, wiping away the blood before he turns his stare on me, and even as firm as my combat stance is, I feel my tail flick behind me as a chill runs down my spine. He might not be as strong as he used to be and seriously injured, but that stare has -power- behind it. "Young... Ranma, was it? You were the one who was a Pegasus yesterday." He asks.
  960.  
  961. I can only stare down the 'strange man' as I do my best to hold my stance even as he stares me down as solidly as possible before he hums and then flexes, popping up into his muscled state. "HAVE NO FEAR, MY LITTLE PONY, FOR I AM HERE! IT'S TRUE, THE SKINNY MAN BEFORE YOU IS STILL ME!" He declares before deflating.
  962.  
  963. "... Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." I say drily before skinny-might and Izuku start to explain what's going on.
  964.  
  965. ----- One Explanation Later -----
  966.  
  967. "Alright... I think I got it figured out, but...." I frown, staring at All Might/Skinny-Might. "... Yeah, no. I can't just call you All Might sir, not when you're like this, it would blow your cover even harder than me just happening to be running by does."
  968.  
  969. "O-oh, right, Ranma, why were you running by Takoba anyway? No one comes out here-" "-Because this beach is a heap? Yeah, you're not wrong... and that's why I run this way. I've got a lot of space to go and if I need to burn off some extra energy I can buck garbage or practice spells." I tell Izuku, rubbing the back of my neck.
  970.  
  971. "Still, that doesn't change the fact that if you're not careful, your secret is gonna be blown wide open there... I still don't know what to call you sir." I say to Skinny-might, who sighs and puts his shirt down from showing me the wound from his fight with AFO. "Call me Toshinori, Yagi Toshinori." He says, before gently laying a hand on my shoulder. "Young Takashi, I must ask you to keep this a secret, especially now that Young Midoriya is training to be my successor, the consequences of this knowledge getting out would be catastrophic."
  972.  
  973. I sigh softly and nod. "There's no need to ask Toshinori-san, I'll keep your secret." I say before I stare at Izuku. "I told you that starting out training if we're going to be heroes was important. Didn't realize it was this important." I say flatly, making Izuku laugh nervously as I glance at the sand. Sure enough, Izuku's improved physical state from working out over the last month with me is actually proved very effective so far, as he did indeed move the fridge with All Might sitting on top of it... two inches more than in canon.
  974.  
  975. "You know, training partners are very beneficial, and you've already been training with Young Midoriya, My Little Pony! As thanks for promising to keep my secret, why don't I train you for UA as well?" Yagi says with a bloody grin, making me and Izuku double-take.
  976.  
  977. "Excuse me, Skinny-Might says what?" I say, caught off guard. This was... not part of my plan, but potentially seriously beneficial.
  978.  
  979. Yagi practically face faults at my off-guard statement, making him cough up some more blood and of course causing Izuku to panic a bit, which makes me panic a bit and the cycle continues before I'm able to stabilize everyone a little later with Harmony Resonance.
  980.  
  981. "Quite the power you have, Young Takashi. Empaths aren't very common but make for fantastic heroes in a rescue situation and terrifying villains." Yagi says calmly as I keep all of us leveled and calm. "It's a important part of my Quirk, but just part of it. Emotions fuel my transformation and work as a power stockpile, which I refer to as Mana." I explain as we sit on the now toppled fridge. "Oh, and please call me Ranma, Toshinori-san. I'm American so this 'everyone's last name' thing is kinda weird to me."
  982.  
  983. Yagi chuckles. "Very well young Ranma. Truthfully I shouldn't have accepted you so quickly but I can see how much Young Midoriya appreciates your presence and quite frankly, I find it very difficult to see you as a threat simply because of my familiarity with your... source material, lets say. But perhaps you could tell me more about your quirk?"
  984.  
  985. Izuku perks up. "OH! I actually just finished your entry Ranma! Here All Might." Izuku says, again pulling one of his notebooks, this one labeled 'Analytics for Future Heroics #1' which put a smile on my face even as I mentally growled at my lack of hammerspace and his access to hammerspace.
  986.  
  987. "Ah, thank you Young Midoriya... hmm." He hums, and I look to Izuku. "Alright bud, back to work for you while All Might reads." Which makes my timid friend freeze up like Fluttershy before moaning in disappointment as he grabs the straps to start pulling the fridge again.
  988.  
  989. At least this time it's lighter with only skinny-might and me sitting on it.
  990.  
  991. -----
  992.  
  993. "I SEE! WHAT A FANTASTIC QUIRK YOUNG RANMA! TRUELY YOU HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BE A FANTASTIC HERO!" All Might booms as he stands next to me as Izuku works into the next part of the Aim to Pass: All American Dream Plan. "Thank you All Might, I've come to really like it as well as much as some times it gives me a bit of a headache." I comment back as he closes Izuku's book and deflates. Yagi hums and rubs his chin. "Your equestrian traits makes most of the muscle training that I am using for young Izuku not quite as useful, but fear not! What you really need right now is to enhance your powers! My dear Twilight-"
  994.  
  995. I cough, giving him a 'look' that lets the man of ham know that I get the reference that makes him give me a embarrassed grin even as the living embodiment of eating the scenery continues, "You need to make some Friends!"
  996.  
  997. "... Yagi, I swear to Epona if you make me write you a Friendship Lesson I -will- gore you on my horn."
  998.  
  999. "DULY NOTED MY LITTLE PONY! HAHAHA!"
  1000.  
  1001. ------
  1002.  
  1003. Sure enough Yagi-sensei got me into a local gym and martial arts class. In particular, Capoeira. He had three reasons for this particular martial art, and honestly, I couldn't refute it. Being a Martial Art based on conservation of motion, I could potentially come up with a style that would have me shifting in and out of pony forms while mid fight to add even more motion, or to carry over motion from a movement in my pony form to my normal form to extend my reach for an attack. As well, being that my pony forms most basic attack function was the standard double-hoofed buck, learning more ways to launch that buck in my four-legged form or to use the fact that my forms have some cartoon physics working for them, I could even possibly replicate a lot of the same moves that I would be learning to do in my human(ish) form in my pony forms!
  1004.  
  1005. Suddenly Rainbow Dash being a Black Belt in Karate makes a lot more sense...
  1006.  
  1007. Tauren, of course, thought it was a fantastic idea after I forced All Might to introduce himself to Mamma Tauren and Mommadoriya in his shrunken state. Inko of course was terrified, but cautiously excited after Izuku and I talked her into it, using the 'standard cover' that Yagi was one of All Might's talent scouts and secretaries looking for up and coming young Heroes to Be. Of course no one had heard of it before, they had to be sworn to secrecy after all! Tauren just laughed and said, "That sounds like the big lunk!" before she signed off on it.
  1008.  
  1009. So now between basic heroics training with Pony under the supervision of Tauren and Doc, going to the gym basically every day, and my new martial arts classes, I was absolutely pressed for recovery time as I pushed my body, quirk, and mind to it's absolute limits. And to think that Izuku was getting this times two, AND was still cleaning that beach, which All Might insisted that had to be Izuku's task and his alone.
  1010.  
  1011. Honestly, I feel it. Still, these two new 'classes' of mine came with something interesting. Two new friends in fact. Horn buddies, in fact. And one of them is someone that I don't think I'll ever be able to forget. Just... wow. I blame Eris, there's no other explanation for changing a main character's gender.
  1012.  
  1013. -----
  1014.  
  1015. "WOW! That's some manly work there dude!"
  1016.  
  1017. A bubbly, excited voice calls out as I finish my set on the leg press, and I force myself to carefully put the weight down so I don't break the machine or accidently hurt myself before I turn to look at the source of the voice, because there's exactly one character I know that uses 'Manly' as an adjective for everything, and they sure as hell aren't female. But sure enough, a black-haired, widely grinning and rather muscular amazon of a girl is standing not too far from me, sharp teeth bared in a massive smile as she stares at me, and honest to Epona I feel my throat dry out as I can only stare at her. Sure, her hair is long, but it's still spikey like Eijiro Kirishima's hair, and if I remember correctly he only started dyeing it red after he discovered Red Riot and took inspiration from the classic Hero to become one himself.
  1018.  
  1019. This girl is so much like him and yet absolutely not. Both Kirishimas are -ripped-, this girl is muscle on muscle with a figure that would kill most men on sight if they were of weak fortitude or anemic from blood loss. The yoga pants and crop-top muscleshirt she's wearing does absolutely nothing to hide any of her musculature, and honestly? She should show it off. It's impressive. She's got abs you could grind meat on. Or sharpen knives. Hell, if this is Ejiro, that might be literal if she turns her quirk on.
  1020.  
  1021. The excited voice calls out to me yet again even as I try to stop staring at her, and I note that she's got a lovely alto voice that has a lovely little vibrato in it that just makes my ears twitch and swivel towards her. "Woah! Didn't notice your horn before man, that's so cool! You're like a Unicorn!" She says in excitement as she walks up closer. "I don't usually see anyone else my age using the equipment around here! That's so Manly!"
  1022.  
  1023. I carefully sit up, and give her a smile. "Well, it's part of my quirk anyway, but yeah. I'm working out here to prep for going to UA." I say, earning a gasp and a starry-eyed, shark-toothed grin from the hardening girl. "Hell yeah, that's Manly! I'm also prepping for UA! We should be workout buddies! Oh my gosh I gotta text Mina, she's gonna be pumped to have another Horn Buddy!"
  1024.  
  1025. -----
  1026.  
  1027. Yeah, Eijiro is a perfect personality match to the show. Just female. Again, I blame Eris, who I still haven't encountered, even months later now. Ah, Eijira, actually, is her name, which makes NO FUCKING SENSE because it doesn't translate to anything! It's like it's lazy freakin' writing! At least her last name still makes sense, but the kanji for her given name doesn't. All they did was lop the 'son' part off.
  1028.  
  1029. Whatever, I'm not going to look too deeply into it. Sure enough, meeting Eijira got me introduced to Mina Ashido, who is just exhausting to keep up with, especially after she declared me and Pony her new best friends because we're all Horn Buddies with her and Eijira. Thankfully I can rope Pony into having girl-time/talk with the rest of the 'Horn Squad' as Mina recently has been testing calling our little group, which gets me a break.
  1030.  
  1031. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to be friends with Mina, but that girl talks a mile a minute, and she is -not- shy about anything. She and Eijira also apparently were really into Unicorns when they were little, and now they have a real life one to poke and prod and ask questions of.
  1032.  
  1033. One of the first comments she made to me when we were talking one-on-one was about how she wasn't surprised that I'd made good friends with so many young, pure maidens like herself, Eijira and Pony. Said moment was properly ruined when Pony and Eijira had a belching contest. Mamma Tauren decided it was pizza night and Pony had invited Mina and Eijira to sleep over.
  1034.  
  1035. Mina also takes Capoeira classes with me, her natural athleticism and ability to turn the world into her own personal slip-and-slide with her quirk making her top-tier at the motion-converting martial art, and she's proven to be an excellent sparring partner. She even convinced me to learn how to breakdance to further increase our momentum conservation and athleticism.
  1036.  
  1037. Honestly, if I get proficient at it, I'm planning on getting her, Eijira, Pony, and Izuku to learn how to parkour, as I have zero doubt that it will be incredibly useful doing heroics.
  1038.  
  1039. I'd write about the Capoeira classes, but if I'm perfectly honest, they're rather boring to describe. The most interesting thing are the spars, but I spend most of my time there performing Martial Arts 101- learning how to get your ass beat and get back up, and how to fall properly.
  1040.  
  1041. Ok, that's not true, I've won a few spars and have gotten very elegant in the six months since Yagi got me into this, and the effort I'm outputting is clearly gaining results. I might be impressed with Eijira's physique, but I'm not exactly hard on the eyes either. Any baby fat I possibly could have had is gone. If I put on a shirt a size too small for me and flexed, I'm pretty sure I'd rip it to shreds. I look -good-, and I'm really enjoying the confidence boost that provides.
  1042.  
  1043. Izuku is really starting to show results as well. I convinced All Might to give him the 'Plus Ultra' treatment from the start by explaining Izuku's determinator status, and that he would overwork himself if All Might didn't work him into unconsciousness every day to just force Izuku to rest. Sure enough, that worked quite well, and I'm not the only one who's noticed, even if Bakugo is leaving him alone for now, he's absolutely noticed that Izuku is getting stronger.
  1044.  
  1045. All Might also started teaching Izuku boxing, which I quickly shifted into convincing the hero of heroes to getting Izuku to learn Kick Boxing as well in preparation for the revelation that- Izuku has Legs! Seriously, I love my little broccoli cinnamon roll, but for Epona's sake for such a smart guy he's very stupid. How do you forget the strongest muscles in the human body? Of course your legs can stand more force than your arms can! Sheesh.
  1046.  
  1047. That being said, Eijira and Mina both have met Yagi as well, and both of them fawn over Izuku, Eijira for his 'Manliness' and Mina for 'the sweet sugary cinnamon roll who I will -kill- for!'
  1048.  
  1049. Her words, not mine.
  1050.  
  1051. I reflect on all of this as I stare at myself in the mirror on one of the rare off-days that no only concedes with a day off from school, but matches Izuku's schedule. We all have a day off today, and All Might has tasked me with keeping Izuku from doing anything strenuous and to properly take the next twenty-four hours to rest and recover.
  1052.  
  1053. Which of course means we're having another sleepover at Tauren's house, and of course because I'm having Izuku over, Pony has determined that Eijira and Mina have to be there too.
  1054.  
  1055. It's gonna be a long day...

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