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The Pon-E Rewrites: Purple Black Gray

By Alycorn
Created: 21st April 2022 04:33:18 AM
24th August 2022 10:49:10 AM

  1. [Hello Folks- I'll make this fast so you can get to the story. I've been writing for /ptfg/ for a while and one of my first stories is Pon-E: Purple Black Grey. It's rather much-beloved and often the story I get the most praise for for it's emotional depth and the connection between Anon and Nonny. I always wanted to finish the little Pon-E 'trilogy' that I came up with, following up with Doctor's Oath and finishing the story with our last protagonist to (permanently) transform and the Homecoming.
  2.  
  3. Alas, that fell through. Hard. But now I'm back, and while I don't think I can green quite as well as I used to, I write a pretty decent prose, and I felt an urge, or maybe a need, to rewrite those original three stories, and finally draw the satisfying conclusion I desired. So, for your consideration: Pon-E: Purple Black Grey.]
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  6.  
  7.  
  8. Pon-E: Purple Black Grey
  9.  
  10. Chapter 1: A Break Day
  11.  
  12. Once upon a time, in a place much like ours, and a world just a tad off to the left, a young man made a terrible mistake.
  13.  
  14. This mistake would eventually be regarded as one of the best things to ever happen for a majority of the ones who lived through such tumultuous times. The most astounding part is that he was capable of replicating his mistake enough that it would spread as much as it did.
  15.  
  16. You see, this young man was facing a rather common problem many young bachelors have, and it's a inability to cook for themselves. While the exact recipe is lost to time, legends tell that this young man, tired and hungry after a long day at school, tried to replicate his mother's award winning spicy marinara sauce. She had given him the recipe, you see, and he was feeling rather homesick.
  17.  
  18. Maybe it was a bit of Magic, pushed into the world from a source unknown. Maybe it was a little discord flavoring the day. Maybe he was just tired and this would have happened all along. All we know for sure is this-
  19.  
  20. That spicy marinara sauce recipe, when adjusted eeeeeeeeever so slightly, created one of the most powerful drugs ever devised. A feel-good pill that kept you high for the rest of your life, in a state of greater pleasure and euphoria than you'd ever find in a manufactured high.
  21.  
  22. This drug? It could do so much better.
  23.  
  24. It turned you into a Pony.
  25.  
  26. Ahaha, I see you friend! Come, come, sit. I know it sounds crazy, but believe me, the actual story is even crazier! And it's all true. See here?
  27.  
  28. Ahhh, yes, you see the picture! This little red and white pill was the cause of the end of the world. This is the story of Pon-E.
  29.  
  30. ... Or at least, it would be, but that story... eh, it's so... impersonal.
  31.  
  32. Let me tell you a better tale, a story of a man who almost lost everything, and the one who loved him enough to give everything away. This picture here shows you, does it not?
  33.  
  34. Yes, the Princess! Or at least, as you know her now! Come, sit, and listen to my story...
  35.  
  36. "A story of Purples... Black... and Grey..."
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  38.  
  39. The moment you first heard about it, you knew with all your heart and soul that you had to track it down and get it for yourself. Just one, just -once-, especially after the whole world had been shaken up so hard. Tears sting at your eyes as your grip on the bottle through your suit jacket tightens, hurriedly making your way into the apartment complex you call home, almost dashing up the stairs to the apartment on the fourth floor.
  40.  
  41. Your name is Anon, and your tale to this point is not kind nor pretty. Fate and Destiny are cruel mistresses indeed, and Fate's whip has bitten deep into your life.
  42.  
  43. Even as you step into your home, thoughts swirl as you hurriedly close and lock the door behind you, even locking the deadbolt to ensure no one could come inside before you shakily reach into the jacket pocket and pull out a simple white pill bottle and almost lovingly caress your thumb across a cutesy, stylistic label. One that you fell in love with all those years ago.
  44.  
  45. "My Little Pon-E."
  46.  
  47. See, when this year started, you were simply another person amongst millions, another cog in the ever moving machine. Another office worker, if one a bit too tall for where they work. Stuck in yet another small ass cube.
  48.  
  49. And then Dad died.
  50.  
  51. It was devastating, when it happened. Came completely out of nowhere and just caught everyone completely off guard. The rest of your family is pretty worthless when you're being honest with yourself, for they refused to assist with any of the costs involved in his death and you had to cover Dad's funeral basically entirely on your own, which wiped out most of your savings.
  52.  
  53. And then you got fired.
  54.  
  55. ... You did get rehired. Eventually. At a better paygrade even. But still. It was...
  56.  
  57. ...
  58.  
  59. A-anyway, this... Pon-E, if it works as advertised, it means that you'll have a potential twelve hours of pure -bliss- to look forwards to. You frown at the 'potential' and try to positivly visualize it happening. It -will- work. This is going to solve so many problems and it's gonna help you destress for a bit. Right?
  60.  
  61. ... R-right?
  62.  
  63. The thought makes you gulp nervously, adjusting your suit and tie a bit as you put the bottle down and make your way around the apartment. You are off schedule for the next few days, so there is plenty of time to relax as you start covering up the windows, making sure doors are opened, and generally setting up for a Pony in the apartment, including a small set of step to get onto your couch.
  64.  
  65. A smile graces your face as you pass buy the entertainment system and see your season 1-4 box set of MLP:FiM. Watching ponies while a pony? So meta.
  66.  
  67. You put your phone on the couch as well and start taking your suit off while walking back into the kitchen, idly appreciating the knot-work you did for the fridge handle for easy access with a mouth and a little effort. No chance of starving for this pony! You even put snacks in easy-mouth access areas so there's not gonna be anything stopping you from relaxing the whole time!
  68.  
  69. "... Wait, crap, the remote."
  70.  
  71. You groan, smacking your head with the palm of your hand as you step out of your pants and almost casually drape them on a kitchen chair on your way back into the living room to grab the remote off the top of the TV. Can't watch ponies if this is out of reach! You put the DVD in while you're over there, and turn the TV on and the DVD player -off-. Looping menu music is the last thing you wanna hear when you're transforming, you're pretty sure.
  72.  
  73. Still, the stress? It's been getting to you, so hard. And this bottle and the next three days are the key to a stress free escape! You practically run back to the kitchen, shucking the rest of my clothing as you go, making sure none of your suit or office clothing is on the floor so cute little hooves can't accidently trip on them before you stare down at the innocuous bottle before shakily reaching for it, adrenaline spiking as you take the bottle in hand.
  74.  
  75. The screw top is simple enough, every pill bottle you've ever opened. The lid is set aside and slowly you shake out one horsepill. Heh. Jokes aside, it's pretty big and you mentally groan in distaste. You hate taking pills, never been any good at it, it always makes you gag, and the big pills like this are just the worst.
  76.  
  77. After a moment of contemplation you put the pill on the counter, and close the bottle before setting it aside, even as you recite the rules, calling back to what the dealer said to you and what every thread about it on /mlp/ has warned about.
  78.  
  79. "Taking one pill will, over the course of about a minute to five, result in the complete transformation of the one who took it into a little pony identical to the ones from the show MLP:FiM for twelve hours to the -minute- that the transformation was completed." You say aloud, even as you draw a large glass of water, continuing to stare at the little pill.
  80.  
  81. "There are two caveats to taking the pill, things you have to remember: First, there is no way to predict anything about the results of your transformation. Race, gender, color, all are random and no one is quite sure why, but you will always turn into the same pony you turn into the first time."
  82.  
  83. You swallow a bit as you stare at the pill, a chill rolling down your spine as a drop of sweat beads down the side of your face. "T-the second if t-that if you t-take two p-pills in a twenty-four hour period th-" You swallow again, shivering again. Maybe you should turn the heat up a bit? "Th-then the transformation will be permanent."
  84.  
  85. And my wasn't -that- the discovery of the century. A miracle, a cure for many of the troubles that humans faced, but if you do it wrong you become a little pony forever.
  86.  
  87. A blessing for some, a curse for others.
  88.  
  89. But that's not what you're here for. You pick up the pill and take a shaky breath before throwing it into your mouth and chugging down your water to force it down. In the mouth, over the gums, watch out stomach, here it comes!
  90.  
  91. You finish gulping down the water, and pause, clenching one fist before you cough wildly as your over-active gag reflex fights you for a moment before settling and you relax with a relieved sigh. Thanks Doc, needed that daily dose.
  92.  
  93. Of course, there were several other rules that you were breaking right now, which you contemplate while you lay down on the floor to avoid possibly hurting yourself when the transformation hits. Rule #1 was pretty simple, don't take two pills in 24 hours dum-dum.
  94.  
  95. Rule #2 was a bit more complicated. Don't take it alone.
  96.  
  97. Well, this whole thing was for you, and you alone. At least, this first time. You need a break damn it, you don't want to deal with other people! You have to do that your whole life! You've got better things to do with your life than deal with people, so there!
  98.  
  99. Rule #3? Don't give yourself a name or let someone else name you.
  100.  
  101. Apparently being a pony feels really good. Like. REALLY. Really. Good. So good that giving yourself a name is almost a surefire way to give up on your humanity and down a second pill without thought.
  102.  
  103. You frown a little as you not that you haven't started to transform yet. Wasn't this stuff supposed to kick in really, really quickly? You look down at yourself. No fur or anything yet.
  104.  
  105. Hum, maybe it really was like that one guys name. What was it? It was that old cartoon, it was a really popular gag on 4chan for a while. You groan as you rub your head, trying to remember. It's been so long since someone got candleja- Wait, that was it! Yeah, yeah, and he cuts you off mid sentence and is nice enough to post whatever you were about to send!
  106.  
  107. But how does a pill cut you off mid sente-
  108.  
  109. You gasp out in pain as suddenly your world is nothing but. From the crown and crest of your head to the very tips of your toes, your body is on fire and your muscles all clench in the -worst- cramp you've ever experienced, even your heart feels like it's ceasing as your vision whites out in suffering and your jaw locks up, that and the muscle tension keeping you from making a sound.
  110.  
  111. Before you fall unconscious from the sheer pain, you can only fell panic and regret that you never got to even see what you'd look like...
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  113. ----
  114.  
  115. Bliss.
  116.  
  117. Sheer, unadulterated bliss.
  118.  
  119. Warmth that you've never quite experienced before, like wrapping yourself in the softest, warmest, fresh-from-the-dryer blanket that you could have ever gotten, but the warmth doesn't fade.
  120.  
  121. And so soft, like the whole world is the fluffiest pillow.
  122.  
  123. You take a soft, humming breath, murmuring to yourself for a moment before it hits you like a bolt of lighting, your eyes shooting open.
  124.  
  125. The Pill!
  126.  
  127. Pon-E!
  128.  
  129. YOU'RE A PONY!
  130.  
  131. You scramble to try to get to your hooves, spazzing out a bit only to slip and fall flat, bumping your muzzle against the floor of the kitchen and groaning in discontent and pain, taking a moment to let yourself explore your body.
  132.  
  133. Your ears swivel towards the sound of the static from the TV, and you marvel at the motion you feel and coo as your eyes lock onto the hooves in front of you. Hooves! Hooves on legs! Hooves on -YOUR- legs! Your heart swells with joy and you feel tears sting your eyes as you roll to your side and hug yourself tightly, curling in deeply.
  134.  
  135. "Finally... f-finally."
  136.  
  137. Several minutes pass as you slowly calm down, shivering in emotion and these wonderful feelings before you can finally get yourself up to your hooves, and start looking yourself over after a quick clip-cloppy trip over to your bedroom mirror. The simple sound of your walking fills you with joy so you can't help but prance a bit as you trot to the mirror and behold yourself for the first time.
  138.  
  139. "Oh... Oh my."
  140.  
  141. You are -very- pretty. Such a pretty pony. You slightly dance in place in excitement, circling around as you stare at yourself in the mirror and look all over. The Dark Purple of your coat is very fetching, and you mentally thank whoever decides what Pon-E users end up looking like that they didn't make you a Twilight Sparkle Expy. You love purple-smart but not that much.
  142.  
  143. You sway a bit as you admire the shiny Black-and-Gray mane and tail that adorns your body, a beautiful compliment to your rich, plush coat, and giggle at the thought. You tick off all the goth boxes except... You pause in thought before turning around fully and facing your rump to the mirror, pondering a bit. After all, it doesn't really matter what gender you are but it'll probably be good to know when you need to use the restroom or something or if you get hurt.
  144.  
  145. You chew on your cheek for a moment before hiking up your tail, staring at yourself and what is hidden by the thick, voluminous hair of your tail, and feel the heat and blush rising higher and higher as your tail holds itself up in place for a bit. You... you um... w-w-well, uh...
  146.  
  147. It's v-very well formed? You're a very good looking mare after all and...
  148.  
  149. Your tail abruptly tucks itself between your legs and you quickly turn around so that you're muzzle first at the mirror and do your best to ignore the bright red flush that somehow has changed the color of the fur across it as you blush at your new body.
  150.  
  151. Someone would absolutely accept you as their pretty full-curved goth pone gf. That being said, even with what appears to be a small and dainty muzzle and a rather... well formed body, you can feel the strength in your limbs and jaw and have no doubt that you're quite capable of defending yourself. So you're hot, and cute. This is acceptable.
  152.  
  153. You sway your head a bit and frown as you look at your mane, realizing exactly how long it is. It's a bit limp as it hangs, reminding you of Fluttershy and Marble. You might be a bit anti-social but that's just levels of shyness that you can't replicate!
  154.  
  155. You shake your head and glare up at your mane for a moment before dropping your head back to the mirror and sit down in shock. Ohmygosh look at the mare in the mirror. Those big, dewy, sky-blue eyes, and the gorgeous, slim and well fluted horn, and oh my gosh one of her eyes is covered by her mane as she's ducking her head a bit she's SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUTE HNNNNNNNNNNN-
  156.  
  157. You snap out of it and look away from the mirror, gasping for air. Holy shit you almost killed yourself with your own cuteness. You are a weapon of mass destruction waiting to be deployed. You're gonna have to get a mane cut just to avoid that happening.
  158.  
  159. Still, you take the time to properly admire your horn and squeal like a little girl in giddy excitement over being a unicorn. Apparently it's pretty rare and magic is 100% an actual thing, so you're super excited for it.
  160.  
  161. Wait. Magic.
  162.  
  163. You perk up even more, smiling brightly as you abandon the mirror with rapid clippy-clops as you dash towards the couch and the living room.
  164.  
  165. You almost forgot your plan for relaxation! What better way to enjoy ponies, then as a pony?
  166.  
  167. Soon enough you're curled up in a mound of pillows and blankets as the opening notes hit your ears and you sigh in happiness as Nicole Oliver's voice drifts from the screen and Princess Celestia speaks for the first time... "Once Upon a Time, in the magical world of Equestria..."
  168.  
  169. Oh yes, this is exactly what you needed.
  170.  
  171. --------
  172.  
  173. On the list of things that you will be taking to your GRAVE and that no one will ever find out if you have to kill to keep the secret is that you have developed an absolutely gorgeous singing voice.
  174.  
  175. Seriously, you're some kind of super soprano, your range is stupid ridiculous, and you know because you tested it a few times and discovered that you're fully capable of singing mid-tenor to alto-soprano, which is...
  176.  
  177. You shake your head, even as you enjoy the warm, bubbly daze of the aftermath of singing along with a Pinkie song in the form of Giggle at the Ghosties. No time to be music-nerding at the moment, but yeah, you've got a really pretty voice and can sing -everything-, no problems. Even if you kinda miss your brassy voice. There's something sexy about a deep, smooth voice that ripples like whiskey being stirred in a smoky glass.
  178.  
  179. ... Is it getting hot in here?
  180.  
  181. You frown and adjust your pillow pile a bit, a few sparks flicking from your horn before you hum.
  182.  
  183. Yep, one too many blankets.
  184.  
  185. Still, your pretty mare voice is absolutely lovely and you're going to exploit the -heck- out of it. You've got decent recording gear, you should sing some of the songs that you've always wanted to take a crack at but knew you couldn't because it was way out of your range. The thought fills you with a pleasurable sense of wonder and joy and your tail swishes as your attention is dragged back to the screen as Twilight faces down Nightmare Moon...
  186.  
  187. -----
  188.  
  189. Several hours pass in the blink of an eye as you power through the first half of season 1, merrily singing along with every song and lost in a daze of warmth and comfort. Laying down has never felt so good.
  190.  
  191. Until it doesn't.
  192.  
  193. You feel a pressure in your lower body and groan in annoyance as you push yourself back up to your hooves, wincing a bit as you realize what exactly is causing that pressure and well aware of what your tasking now entails.
  194.  
  195. You need to use the bathroom.
  196.  
  197. You need to do so as a new species.
  198.  
  199. And a new gender.
  200.  
  201. You groan in annoyance as you vacate your comfortable nest of pillows and blankets, pausing the show as you step down and start trotting towards your bathroom with a gait similar to one walking to the gallows, and you can't help to whine a little as you walk towards the door before freezing and crying out in surprise and agony in your pretty purple pony voice,
  202.  
  203. "I FORGOT TO PONIFY THE BATHROOM!"
  204.  
  205. -----
  206.  
  207. After a degrading, debasing and overall miserable experience you grumble as you skitter out of the bathroom at a low gallop, your tail flagging high as you keep it off the floor and away from the possible dirtiness of what you just had to deal with. Eww eww ew ew! You carefully turn and check your tail over to make sure there isn't anything caught in it or any... wet spots, and let out a sigh off relief as you let your tail droop and your dock relax before hanging your head for a moment over such a silly mistake.
  208.  
  209. Something to remember for next time, for sure.
  210.  
  211. You huff as you trot over to your kitchen, carefully pulling open the fridge door by the rope, making sure you're a bit off to the side. Don't want to accidently pull your fridge down on top of yourself. Worst headline ever. "Local Anon dead by fridge, crushed as cute pony!" You'd ruin some poor little girl's day seeing a pony smooshed by a refrigerator.
  212.  
  213. Still, the door is open as you let out a pleased huff as you pull out three large crunchy carrots with your mouth and close the fridge door with a rump-bump, giggling to yourself as you trot away with your misbegotten prize back to your little watch-nest.
  214.  
  215. Everything working well, so far so good, minus the hiccup with the bathroom. Then again, you hadn't really considered that you'd end up being a mare and not a stallion. Which... was kind of a silly thing to expect, now that you think about it. Considering how random Pon-E is there was a solid shot at ending up female, a fifty-fifty chance is quite the thing honestly.
  216.  
  217. You contemplate this as you trot up the stairs next to your couch and stamp-stamp-stamp your little hooves into your nest, circling a few times before nestling yourself down with a contented hum.
  218.  
  219. So that's why dogs do that.
  220.  
  221. Fascinating. Tell no one, it's another secret to take to your grave. Let them figure it out for themselves!
  222.  
  223. You giggle behind a hoof after carefully depositing your carrots to easy eating range and are about to start up the show again when your phone starts ringing, making your ears fall flat and you whine.
  224.  
  225. Noooooooooo damn it, not other people!
  226.  
  227. People suck and you're a pony, whyyyyyyyyy.
  228.  
  229. You huff, forcing your ears to perk again as you swivel your head a bit to properly look at your Phone, only to stick out your tongue in disgust.
  230.  
  231. It's -her-.
  232.  
  233. To explain, this bitch is part of the reason why you've been having so many issues with your life recently, because apparently she feels rather entitled to you.
  234.  
  235. Yes, to you, you read that right.
  236.  
  237. Yes, that is really creepy, how could you tell?
  238.  
  239. Either way, her issues are part of why your life has been hell for the last while and if you don't answer you know she could start it up again. You've gotten really good at ignoring/ducking her advances but that doesn't mean much when you can't force her to back... off.
  240.  
  241. Huh.
  242.  
  243. You grin wickedly as a thought comes to your mind, and run a small vocal scale before settling on the girliest, brattiest tone you can think of before answering the phone with your nose. "Hellooooo~ Anon's phone~?"
  244.  
  245. "W-wha? H-hey, you're not Anon!"
  246.  
  247. Yep, it's the bitch, and look, she's already using her Karen voice, how nice.
  248.  
  249. "Oh I'm -sorry-, Anon's in the bathroom right now, could I take a message?"
  250.  
  251. You can hear the gears turning in her head as the silence stretches on just a bit too long to be polite or for her to be formulating a response. A point on the board for the pony and you're not even 30 seconds into the conversation!
  252.  
  253. "Well, yeah, I need to talk to him, he said he was going to work out with me today and he's not at the gym yet."
  254.  
  255. Oooooooooooh, bitch nooooooooooo.
  256.  
  257. We didn't plan on going to gym at all, and you sure as hell know that considering that you weren't planning on telling her shit, and didn't tell her anything. Hell, you didn't even tell her that you were taking time off.
  258.  
  259. She looked at the work schedule and saw that you weren't marked down for any shifts, that's all. You can't even help yourself for smirking at your phone as you up the cuuyyyuuutsie tone even more and tilt your head. "Awww, I'm sorry to hear that, but Anon didn't tell me about any of that considering we're taking a few days for ourselves."
  260.  
  261. "Why would be be taking days with -you-?"
  262.  
  263. You can practically hear the venom in her voice as you mentally hip thrust at the phone and give the bitch the middle finger, laughing wildly even as your pour more sugar on. "Weeeeeeeeell he's my boyfriend and I'm his girlfriend so I think I would knooooow~ I'll tell him you called. Eventually. Buh-byeeeee~"
  264.  
  265. Mic Drop with Fluttershy levels of sweetness as your hoof drops to the phone and cuts off the bitch preparing to curse at you as you hang up before switching your phone to silent.
  266.  
  267. Adorable Pony- 2
  268.  
  269. Insufferable Bitch- 0
  270.  
  271. It's good to be the princess. You puff out your chest a bit and raise your head high, preening in your accomplishment at getting one over on the haughty girl from work before happily starting into one of your carrots and restarting the show.
  272.  
  273. You do note that you'll have to text her later. She might be horrible, but she is a co-worker and could still try to make your life hell. Play nice for now, burn bridges later. Still, if this is the reason why girls are always dissing and trying to one-up each other you can kinda understand why, the feeling of tearing down someone that's being so bitchy for no reason feels really, really good.
  274.  
  275. Next you're gonna be understanding why dresses are so important and Rarity will become your favorite pony instead of Twilight. You laugh richly as you lift a hoof to your face before settling back in to continue watching the show.
  276.  
  277. ------If you don't know what an Ojou-sama laugh is you're on the wrong website------
  278.  
  279.  
  280. You finished the entirety of season one and some of season two before you feel it. A gurgling kick in your stomach that you remember from the description the guy who gave you the Pon-E told you.
  281.  
  282. Fun time is over, unfortunately, and a glance at the clock confirms it. Eleven Hours and fifty-ish minutes. You whine despondently even as you carefully make your way out of your nest on the couch and stretch out like a cat, letting out a pleased moan as you really feel your way through the stretch before shaking out each leg as you start walking towards the bedroom.
  283.  
  284. You do your best to quietly ignore how good you're feeling. How much despair you feel knowing that these feelings are about to go away. You especially ignore how your horn sparks before catching and glowing with a deep lavender hue and a glance from the side of your eye note the Pon-E bottle in the kitchen glowing before you snap the connection with a thought.
  285.  
  286. Nope.
  287.  
  288. This is for rest. It's not forever.
  289.  
  290. You aren't crazy.
  291.  
  292. You aren't seriously injured.
  293.  
  294. This is just... a nice break. That's all.
  295.  
  296. You march to your bedroom, making sure your blinds are drawn and that the lights are off before you carefully hop into your bed, marveling at the silk sheets against your floofy-soft velvety fur.
  297.  
  298. Humming warmly, you let your horn spark up again, moving the covers with your magic. This is really easy! Should have done more with it today, but you were too busy watching ponies. A smile slowly drifts across your face.
  299.  
  300. You'll have the chance to try more tomorrow. And isn't that a exciting, and pleasurable thought? Your heart beats warmly, and you pause, painfully aware of the seconds as they slip by even as you're lost in your thoughts. A next time. There's going to be a next time, right? Should there be one?
  301.  
  302. Your thoughts swirl and your vision glazes over slightly as the idea overtakes you. The pretty purple pony taking her time with a long, luxurious bath, carefully drying out her mane and tail and doing them up with a pretty bow or ribbons, singing and spending time being pretty just to be pretty. Maybe she'll spend a bunch of time practicing magic, marveling over the newfound control in her life that was so sorely missing.
  303.  
  304. Maybe she'll be a naughty girl and tease boys with her pretty voice.
  305.  
  306. You snap out of your fugue, blinking wildly as you realize you're staring at yourself in the mirror before shaking your pretty mane and return to carefully setting up the pillows for maximum comfort and pulling up your sheets before your telekinetics takes ahold of your Twilight Sparkle plushy and carefully takes it down from your shelf of collectables and deposits her neatly between your forehooves. Her plushie velvet fur is no where near as soft as yours, but she feels really nice to cuddle as you hug her and let out a deep, sleepy sigh.
  307.  
  308. The Alicorn Twilight plush was more a display thing... but... it feels right to cuddle her like this.
  309.  
  310. You smile softly as your slowly drift into a deep sleep, your heart warm and mind dazed in the soft pleasure of a full day of true, real rest, ready to end with the proper rest needed for you to recover.
  311.  
  312. And the quiet voice in your mind reminding you that you get to do it all again tomorrow. You can't wait~
  313.  
  314. ---- End Chapter 1 ----
  315.  
  316. -Chapter 2: Magic is...-
  317.  
  318. As the light of day slowly overtakes you and forces you awake, you can't help but groan in annoyance and roll, clutching Twilight closer to your chest.
  319.  
  320. Celestia needs to put a damn dimmer on that thing, you don't have to wake up at all if you want damn it.
  321.  
  322. ... Hold up.
  323.  
  324. You resign yourself to getting up as you slowly crack your eyes open and let the sun stab you a little bit before blinking away sleep and your eyes adjust, looking down at your arms. Your painfully bare, cold, human arms.
  325.  
  326. Guess you didn't pull your covers up enough, your apartment is -freezing-! You scoff a bit in annoyance at how cold the apartment is as you glance down at the Twilight plushie, smiling innocently.
  327.  
  328. You frown a bit. Guess you were more out of it last night than you thought. You bought this plush more for display than for cuddling, unless you were having a particularly bad night. Your desire to hug things when sleeping is what your body pillow was for, even if you weren't the type to get a daki cover for it.
  329.  
  330. You stare into the eyes of the soft plush doll before giving up and giving Twilight a quick snuggle, hugging her warmly with a pleased sigh, her velvety plush 'fur' feeling quite nice on your skin before you climb out of bed and scan around your room for a pair of pants.
  331.  
  332. Eventually you are... ok, not really dressed, but you're not nude, a pair of pajama pants easy to put on, though you've ditched the underwear for now, and your bed is remade and Twilight is sitting primly on your pillows. You give her a little salute and chuckle. Guard it well, Book Horse.
  333.  
  334. You shiver again, and frown as you step into the hallway, idly snagging your cowboy killers and lighter off of your computer's desk on your way, seeking out the thermometer, only to stop short as you boggle at the number on it.
  335.  
  336. 76 degrees Fahrenheit.
  337.  
  338. By all rights it's -hot- in the house, you should be sweating!
  339.  
  340. A small voice in the back of your head, which sounds very feminine and sweet, whispers sweet nothings about how of -course- you're cold, how are you supposed to retain heat with no fur?
  341.  
  342. You shiver darkly, shaking your head wildly as you try to purge that thought from your head, forcing yourself onwards as you quickly walk out towards your balcony. Fuck this, you haven't had enough nicotine to think about this right now, especially if you're hearing enticing voices that happen to be yours, technically, telling you things like that this early in the morning.
  343.  
  344. Passing through the living room you idly snag your phone from the couch and pass up the remote, the screen saver of your tv panting vivid shades of purple, reds, and blues across the room as you open the sliding glass door and step outside into the sunlight.
  345.  
  346. The heat of the morning sun chases away the last chills as you tap out one cig from your pack and light it with a slow inhale, tilting your head back as you exhale a cloud of swirling, twisting grey into the lines of light that signals the start of the day, letting the nicotine flood your veins with a relieved sigh and a slump of your shoulders.
  347.  
  348. And so your day begins, quietly staring out at the world from your apartment balcony, or rather, what you can see of the blackened shadows of your city from your balcony, quietly smoking a cigarette as you pull out your phone and check the time and for messages. You note a few messages from The Bitch, and you sigh in annoyance before sending her a quick message 'apologizing' for your girlfriends tone but reinforcing that you're dating and not interested.
  349.  
  350. You hum as you check 4chan and chuckle at a few of the new threads, a warm smile drawn to your face as you see a big flood of pictures of Pon-E'd Anons, but swiftly leave the lurk and close your internet browser on your phone when you see Anons discussing their 'names' and planning out parties and meetups.
  351.  
  352. Nope.
  353.  
  354. You're not so far gone that you need to escape like that.
  355.  
  356. This is just for fun.
  357.  
  358. It's to take a breather and keep yourself mentally healthy.
  359.  
  360. A rest day.
  361.  
  362. That's it.
  363.  
  364. You swiftly distract yourself by taking another drag from your cig and opening the youtube app so you can look up videos on how to do magic. That was pretty cool that you got your TK powers working earlier, maybe you can learn how to do something fancy before today's session.
  365.  
  366. You idly sit down into a lawnchair you set up on the balcony for just this purpose and slowly kill an hour and four more cigarettes watching videos on how to perform magic, and your mind swirls with ideas. It's just so... simple!
  367.  
  368. How the heck are all of these ponies having issues with magic? You can -clearly- see what they're doing wrong and how to do all the things they're having trouble with. A eager grin splits your face as you consider some of the things you can try.
  369.  
  370. Looks like you're going to need to take a shopping trip before pony time. You need more snacks anyway, and now that you're thinking about it, you still need to properly ponify the bathroom for use while you're an equine. Oooh, a shower or bath sounds -awesome-, especially with magic tricks to back you up and assist you with the whole 'actually setting up the bath' thing.
  371.  
  372. You finish off the last cowboy killer, flicking the butt over the side and putting your phone into your PJ pocket. You've got about three hours till noon, which is when you can go pony again, and you intend to make the most of that time!
  373.  
  374. ... Right after you put on some pants.
  375.  
  376. -----
  377.  
  378. Pants, acquired.
  379.  
  380. Shoes and socks? On and tied.
  381.  
  382. Suit jacket and shirt? On.
  383.  
  384. Tie? Red.
  385.  
  386. Oh yeah, it's go time.
  387.  
  388. You sigh as you make your way to walmart, idly checking your phone as you walk, letting out a huff as you note that you've got a bunch of discord messages waiting on you.
  389.  
  390. Ahhhhhhh, it's your best friend, looks like he's been blowing up your phone since yesterday, and you can't help but laugh quietly under your breath. Good ol' Nonny.
  391.  
  392. He's a great guy, even if he's a bit... emmmm... what's the best way to put it?
  393.  
  394. You hum thoughtfully to yourself as you walk down the street, thinking about Nonny. He's been your friend since you two were in Elementary school together and by and far he's your favorite person in the world, which isn't really saying too much considering how small your group of friends are. He's a [s4s] crossposter that actually thought /soc/ was a good idea while you two were growing up, but even with that kind of naivety he's still a great guy and a good friend.
  395.  
  396. He's the one who would always bring the best food and drinks and shows up at your door saying 'yo we're going out to eat' and no matter what you say a few minutes later you're in the car going to get something to eat. And you never paid, no matter how many times you tried to do so.
  397.  
  398. He's low-key rich, but you never held that against him, even if it sometimes was a bit awkward when he forgot that not everyone was as well-off as his family was.
  399.  
  400. You open your discord app and hum in amusement as you pull up your DM's.
  401.  
  402. "Anooooooooooon! Why haven't you been online?!
  403. You took your pill didn't you.
  404. Jerk! Why didn't you take it with meeeee?
  405. You're lucky I can't come over today, or you would get -all- the surprise cuddles!
  406. Fine, be that way, I'm taking my pill.
  407. iavdsfjl;koifdxsvkjl,nm
  408. typijm isdnn hardn dtfglk tlk, tom,oerrow'"
  409.  
  410. You laugh a bit as you look up and note that you're almost at Wallyworld and lock your phone, tucking it into your pocket.
  411.  
  412. Yep. That's Nonny alright.
  413.  
  414. You'll check in on him when you get home.
  415.  
  416. For now? You've got shopping to do!
  417.  
  418. ------
  419.  
  420. The actual trip through Wallyworld is uneventful, and you walk back into your home with a sigh, depositing your purchases, before making your way around the apartment to start applying the lessons learned from yesterday.
  421.  
  422. A full veggie snack platter with hummus and ranch dips are put into the lowest shelf of the fridge, which you assume you'll be able to move with magic easily.
  423.  
  424. You carefully re-tie the pull-rope for the fridge, both so you can pull it with magic or with your mouth, using a youtube guide on how to set one up for a dog trained to fetch things from the fridge, and take out a single four pack of cider with a nervous chuckle.
  425.  
  426. See, teeeechnically they said that alcohol wasn't safe to use with Pon-E, under the assumption that you know, drugs and alcohol don't really mix. But you felt just fine, and... well, I mean, cider is really good!
  427.  
  428. You make sure they're all disconnected from the plastic rings and the rings are thrown away where no pony could accidently get it caught on a hoof or muzzle before making your way to the bathroom and making some quick adjustments. Extra fluffy towels, some nicely scented mane n' tail shampoo and conditioner, a long stick of lavender incense and a incense burner all are carefully set up for later use, and a nervous chuckle helps with setting up what is essentially a platform with a hole in it for your toilet, along with a step-stool.
  429.  
  430. You leave the toilet seat up and walk away without thinking too hard about it.
  431.  
  432. You unpack a few more things you wanted to play with while you were ponified. Some ribbons, bows, and a guide of 'how to braid hair' are all carefully set aside on the coffee table in your living room before you make your way back to your bedroom/office and flop into your computer chair, letting out a relieved sigh as you settle in.
  433.  
  434. Right, all the prep work is done, now you have... you glance at the clock... thirty minutes before you can pony up, and you're gonna give yourself a 15 minute extra time window juuuust in case, so more around forty-five.
  435.  
  436. As you settle down, you blink as you hear a ringing and pick up your headset, looking at your computer as you see the Discord icon flashing.
  437.  
  438. A call?
  439.  
  440. You pull Discord up and tap the answer icon with a grin as you note it's Nonny. A few moments later you're faced with...
  441.  
  442. You break down into laughter at the pouting pink pony on the other side of the call, knowing damn well that Nonny can see you through the webcamera as you lean back in your chair and laugh fully.
  443.  
  444. "Shut up."
  445.  
  446. "Dude!"
  447.  
  448. "SHUT UP!"
  449.  
  450. "You're so PINK!"
  451.  
  452. "ShhhhhhUT!"
  453.  
  454. "Oh my god you're adorable!"
  455.  
  456. "..."
  457.  
  458. "No, seriously, you look like Firefly but male! Dude!"
  459.  
  460. "Y-y-yeah! Yeah! Duh, of course I'm adorable! I'm best pony after all!"
  461.  
  462. Nonny strikes a pose, a devil-may-care grin on his face as I finally recover from my laughter fit, his green eyes sparkling through the screen, wings spread wide to show off his vibrant plumage. You stop laughing and grin as you admire the spread wings.
  463.  
  464. "Of course you're a pegasus. A preening pretty-boy like you? Like you could be anything else."
  465.  
  466. "Oh shuttup already, smartass. No doubt you're a Unicorn because you're such an egghead."
  467.  
  468. "Yeah, no, not gonna let you trick out my race that easy."
  469.  
  470. "Oh come ooooooooon! Anoooon!"
  471.  
  472. Nonny continues to whine at you for a while as you tease him over the fact that you're not letting him know what kind of Pony you are, and the two of you chat for a bit over nothing before he settles down, ruffling his wings a bit. "So, we still on for tomorrow?" You ask, leaning back in your chair as he spreads one wing and preens it a bit, and you resist the urge to squee at the rather cute action.
  473.  
  474. "Mmph? Mmphmem. Mmemmrmerem."
  475.  
  476. "Dude, without the mouthful of feathers and in Equish please."
  477.  
  478. Nonny comes away with a feather which he spits away before huffing at you and puffing up his cheeks, which also makes his chest puff up a bit and showing off the Pegasi Fluff. Aww yiss that's the good shit.
  479.  
  480. "Ugh! I want to come over -today-. Why do I have to wait?" He pouts, and you wag a finger at him. "Because if you come over today then you're not gonna be able to pony up yourself, and I thought the whole point of a 'pony playdate' was we'd both be ponies."
  481.  
  482. "Well, yeah, but come on, I bet you're really cute!"
  483.  
  484. You pause a bit on that point as you hum over the thought. You really are cute aren't you? Your mind drifts as you contemplate pony-you, a small smile coming to your face as you consider yourself.
  485.  
  486. One of the taller Pon-E's that you've seen, though you didn't do any official measurements, that long, pretty mane, those fluttery lashes, the dark purple coat. Not only were you absolutely adorable, but it felt so good. Letting those feelings wash over you for a moment, you can't help but smile brightly as you consider how much better it is than-
  487.  
  488. Your spine practically rattles at the cold chill that spikes down it, making you bolt upright. Woah! No! No no no! Being a Pon-E was -not- better than you're current life, damn it! Yeah, it feels nice to be a pony but not that good! You aren't medically unsound, you don't need the perma-pony process!
  489.  
  490. You shiver and your face twists, and you're startled out of your thoughts by Nonny tapping on his mic with a hoof.
  491.  
  492. "-non? Anon, you back with me dude?"
  493.  
  494. "Y-yeah, yah. Yep. I'm here."
  495.  
  496. "You ok? You kinda blanked out on me there for a minute. Or five. I was calling your name and everything. Are you good bro?"
  497.  
  498. Nonny's pony face is so full of concern and you can read the worry in his eyes as you force yourself to focus on the screen and not flinch away. "Y-yeah! Come on, it's me! Of course I'm fine. I'm the big guy, remember? No big deal, I got it."
  499.  
  500. "... ok, if you say so. You know you can talk to me about anything man."
  501.  
  502. "... Yeah. I know. Thanks Nonny. You're the best friend a guy could ask for."
  503.  
  504. Nonny gives you a half smile through the screen that confuses you a bit. "Ha. Yeah, best friend."
  505.  
  506. The two of you stare at each other through the screen a bit before he stretches. "Whelp! If I remember correctly I lost the bet so you get the first three hours of pony-time where I'll be human, and then you'll be human for the last three hours of my pony-time tomorrow, so I best make the most of my current pony time, yeah? I'll see you tomorrow Anon!"
  507.  
  508. The suddenness of him getting ready to hang up startles you. Normally Nonny likes to drag out your video-chats for hours. "O-oh, ok. Talk to you later Nonny." He waves a wing and suddenly the call ends, making you frown a bit.
  509.  
  510. Weird, that wasn't much like him at all. Maybe he was just being fidgety because of Pegasus instincts or something, really needed to stretch his wings and fly, you know? Ok, you don't, but you have no doubt that that was it.
  511.  
  512. A stretch later and you're out of your chair and back in the kitchen.
  513.  
  514. It's time.
  515.  
  516. You find yourself yet again staring down the bottle of pills with the show-styled print.
  517.  
  518. It's in your hands again.
  519.  
  520. You're gently tracing each letter with your thumb even as you double-check the time on your phone.
  521.  
  522. You take a deep breath, placing a glass of water on the counter before opening the bottle and gently shaking one horse-pill from the bottle.
  523.  
  524. Three more in there. Just enough to cover your days off. You give the other pills a hard stare for a moment, the pill in your hand feeling very heavy indeed as you hold the bottle and cap in your other hand.
  525.  
  526. "..."
  527.  
  528. You slowly, carefully close the bottle before putting it down on your counter with a click that echoes through your apartment, and return your attention to the one pill in your hand.
  529.  
  530. A moment later, it's in your mouth, and the glass of water follows swiftly as you force the pill down your throat and past your gag reflex.
  531.  
  532. Daily Dose.
  533.  
  534. Thanks Doc.
  535.  
  536. You carefully set your clothing aside and take a deep breath as you walk to the carpeted floor and lay down on your bat, closing your eyes as you prepare for the pain.
  537.  
  538. A peaceful, almost wistful grin crosses your face. Come to think of it, the pain was so harsh... maybe you really did die every time you took the pills. It was just bad tomato sauce after all. It sure hurts eno-
  539.  
  540. CELESTIALUNAANDTWILGHT -WHY-!
  541.  
  542. The pain catches you like a runaway train and you're unconscious moments later.
  543.  
  544. But even through the pain you smile.
  545.  
  546. Because you're gonna be a pony.
  547.  
  548. You're gonna be free again...
  549.  
  550. -----
  551.  
  552. Slowly, gently.
  553.  
  554. This is how a life is taken.
  555.  
  556. You groan as you stretch out from where you've curled up on the carpet, wincing a bit at the sensation of slightly overtaxed muscles being eased from tension. A moment passes before you roll from your side to your stomach, and force yourself up onto your hooves, streeeeeetching out like a cat, arching your back and kicking each hind leg out to stretch them fully before pawing your hooves forwards to help get every bit of your body relaxed before standing upright.
  557.  
  558. A soft smile adorns your face as you admire your pretty purple coat and gently shake your mane, sighing happily as your tail sways and you trot in place for a moment. So good to be back to normal! Your coat is nice and plush and warm, and you hum warmly before you start towards your bathroom with a song in your heart and a smile on your face.
  559.  
  560. It was time to practice some magic! And take a nice, long, luxurious soak!
  561.  
  562. But first magic practice.
  563.  
  564. You divert course after a moment, deciding you'd actually rather see yourself in the mirror while you're casting for the first time, but even as you adjust to walk into your bedroom instead of the bathroom, you're reflecting your plan.
  565.  
  566. First- practice with your TK enough till you can creditably pass as a waterbender.
  567. Second- See if you can change the water's temperatures while you're moving it with TK
  568. Third- See if you can do the same -without- it being under your influence.
  569. Fourth- ... dunno yet! Fluid dynamics? You're not about to try to split the water into it's base elements, that sounds like a spectacularly dangerous idea to do and contain. Oooh, maybe working on a basic shield spell?
  570.  
  571. You tilt your head back thoughtfully, trying to determine what that would look like. Is it like a wall of magic or TK energy that you put in front of you, a small disk held with your magic much like a buckler or a shield, a dome like you see Shining Armor do in the show? Lots of options. You giggle to yourself, your tail practically wagging from your excitement. So many things to try!
  572.  
  573. You step in front of your mirror and look over to where you had left your phone, and take a deep breath. You left it over in the kitchen, so... this is a good test of distance, you suppose. You narrow your eyes a bit, the scrunchy-face of concentration very distracting for a moment as you see yourself in the mirror and can't help but mentally squeal at the cute poner before you refocus on your phone.
  574.  
  575. Your room lights up a dark, soothing purple as your horn ignites with your will and the manifestation of the magical energies of the unicorn pony, and you hum at the pleasant tingle that runs down your spine even as you focus on your phone.
  576.  
  577. Magic, you've decided, has three major parts to it. The first, even if it sounds kind of silly, is actually your Poise. The key point to Poise isn't really grace, but the more archaic form of poise which is all about balance. To explain a bit more clearly, while your posture helps with casting magic, the balance is more a mental thing.
  578.  
  579. It plays into the next part, which is Breathing, or rather, Synching up your bodies functions to what your mind is trying to do. Your getting yourself to move in harmony, to maintain the poise you've created. A little experimentation as you stare at your phone shows that you can maintain the balance, this poise, while moving around without much issue, and you feel the heart beat, a mental drum, playing along in your head like a metronome, your horn the conductors wand of a invisible band even as your close your eyes for a moment and feel the song your body is singing to you.
  580.  
  581. Your eyes open, and you miss the sparkle in your eyes as the understanding of what your doing settles more firmly into your mind. Everything feels -right-. It's so simple, and you feel so -complete-, like a hole you never knew was there has been filled, even as you slowly pull your attention back to the task at hand... heehee, task at hoof.
  582.  
  583. You lock your eyes on your phone, no strain, no struggle, just smiling warmly as you bring about your full will and Intent on your phone, mentally creating a 'hand' to gently grab it and pick it up, and your smile widens as you see the purple corona of magic take hold of your phone as you float it over to yourself.
  584.  
  585. On a whim, you open your phone up, typing with magic, before posing in the mirror cutely, shyly hiding behind your bangs and winking at the phone before taking a picture.
  586.  
  587. You giggle, a hoof over your muzzle even as you hear the camera take a few more pictures. You're not sending them anywhere yet, but that'll be really, really cute later!
  588.  
  589. Feeling very proud and accomplished, you luxuriate in the knowledge of your power and strut a little, feeling your oats and understandably proud. Everypony else was having such a hard time with this but it's so -easy-! Maybe you should write a guide later.
  590.  
  591. You trot off to the bathroom, joy in your heart as you go to play with your magic some more and to push the limits of what you're capable of. After that, it's bath time!
  592.  
  593. ------
  594.  
  595. So, after quite a bit of time playing around with your magic, here's what you've discovered. You're either exceptionally powerful or just really good at manipulating magic, because it comes very, very easy to you. You've figured out a few neat tricks already, and the potential is tantalizing. Every idea you've had seems to work with ease, from freezing to heating up water, making a pressured stream of water by making a funnel with your TK field, water whips, and after a bit of practice you've found that you can actually make a variety of magical shields. Domes, bubbles, disks, even the magical equivalent of a kite shield.
  596.  
  597. After your magical practice, you feel quite tired, and you've built up a bit of a lather. Sweat? Whatever, however ponies sweat, you're feeling it, and you wait for the tub to fill with hot water before your climb in and moan in pleasure at the soothing heat as you settle in with a sigh.
  598.  
  599. Damn, even taking a bath feels better as a pony. You've got so much space and you can just let yourself float in the partially filled tub, the warm water easily contained in the tub without any possibility of water splashing out thanks to your magic.
  600.  
  601. You giggle to yourself as you take your bottle of Mane n' Tail and generously soap up your mane n' tail, tee-hee, as well as your body, your magic helping spread the soap around with ease before you pass over your lower body and gasp at a sudden burst of pleasure.
  602.  
  603. What was -that-? That felt really good!
  604.  
  605. You duck your head to the side to look under yourself, lifting a leg a bit as you stare at your underbelly for a moment... two... three... several moments, your face slowly building up more and more heat as you're more and more cognizant of what you're staring at.
  606.  
  607. Slowly you put your leg back down and turn your head forward, blushing as you continue to soap up... before turning over and laying down in the water on your back, your hind legs spread to give yourself a better view of... yourself.
  608.  
  609. Wow.
  610.  
  611. ... You bite your lower lip in contemplation, furtively glancing around your bathroom even though you know you're alone before your horn sparks up again.
  612.  
  613. ------
  614.  
  615. "Awwweeeeeeh Celestia Yesssssss~!"
  616.  
  617. ------
  618.  
  619. A hour later you step out of the bathroom, dried and brushed to shiny perfection, glowing in the aftermath of your bath. And nothing else.
  620.  
  621. Nope, nothing else.
  622.  
  623. You squirm a little at the thought of what you did in that bathtub, and bite your lower lip again. Jeeze, everything really does feel better as a pony.
  624.  
  625. The thought isn't quite as intrusive as it was earlier, and you quietly admit to yourself that that was quite possibly the best... bath... you've ever enjoyed. Your magic made... cleaning... a breeze, and you're feeling very relaxed and dare say, a bit pampered.
  626.  
  627. You trot over to your couch, cuddling back into the nest you made as you pull over the book and bag of ribbons and bows, contemplating what to do next. You've still got plenty of time as a pony today after all.
  628.  
  629. You chew on your lower lip for a moment contemplatively before you take a deep breath and close your eyes, your horn lighting up the room, it's glow mixing with the glow from your still-on TV, and soon ribbons are dancing through the air.
  630.  
  631. Your mane is first, carefully pulled up and straight before you start brushing it out again, humming softly, the rasping of the brush filling your mind with a pleasant, dull tone with each stroke, and soon you're in a rhythm, and as you take up the first ribbon, a lovely purple one, in your magic, you can feel the urge to sing rise in you.
  632.  
  633. You stop for a moment, your brush stopping and the ribbon hanging there as you stare at it. You really want to sing. But what? You can't think of any songs right now. Your heart continues to drum it's beat as you silently open and close your mouth, wordlessly trying to decide what to sing, when finally it clicks, like a gear slotting into place or putting in the last piece of the puzzle.
  634.  
  635. "Come little children, I'll take thee away~" You croon, your voice echoing in your ears even as the ribbons dance and your brush continues traveling through your mane before you start making a nice, big, not particularly tight braid, weaving blue and purple ribbons throughout as you go.
  636.  
  637. "Into a land of Enchantment~ Come little children, the time's come to play, here in my garden of shaaadows~" The strings gently pluck in the background as you sing, and the lights in the room dim as the shadows on the walls dance in the light of your magic and the TV. You quietly do your best not to flip out. A Heartsong? It's got to be a Heartsong. That or you're just really getting into the music.
  638.  
  639. No matter what, you're thoroughly enjoying yourself now, the shadows being cast by your horn and the ribbons as you braid your mane and tail with ribbons playing out the story of the Children of the Night, one of your favorite animations from the old days, and your heart swells as the story plays out as if being projected onto the wall.
  640.  
  641. How are you doing this? Why are you doing this? Is there some kind of trigger?
  642.  
  643. You're not sure but it's very exciting and you're really enjoying it, watching Luna soar across your wall with the herd of stolen away foals, to start another colony of ponies to help rebuild Equestria. How did that story go again? You can't really remember, but none the less your voice stays steady as you hit each note of the song with full acuity, your shadow ponies finally making their way to the darker shadows away from you.
  644.  
  645. As you hold the last note of the song, you note one of the shadows has 'stopped', and turns to look at you, the little filly waving at you before she leaps into the shadows after the others, and your horn stops glowing.
  646.  
  647. The room returns to normal, and you blink a few times as if falling out of a trance, and look at your braided mane and tail, bedecked in ribbons and a large black bow for your head, before looking around your living room, getting up, and walking over to the wall, poking it with a hoof.
  648.  
  649. "Da fu-"
  650.  
  651. You pat the wall with your hoof, look up at your horn, look at the wall again, and then up at your horn. Did your magic just -wave- at you?
  652.  
  653. "... By Celestia's Flank." You mutter, sitting there in a daze. Forget LSD, Shrooms, or Acid, Pon-E got you -trippin- yo. You carefully walk back to the couch, and stare off into the middle distance as you contemplate magic.
  654.  
  655. For the next several hours.
  656.  
  657. You do eventually crack open the hard cider. It's delicious. But you're also now very aware of how easy it is to get a pony drunk. Three ciders in you're very tipsy, and you've been talking to the shadows on the wall.
  658.  
  659. "N'hish eyes werh shooooo pretty!"
  660.  
  661. "Whersh did the lil foalsh go?"
  662.  
  663. "Nooooo Luna I don't wanna sleeeeep."
  664.  
  665. Eventually you've drunken all of the ciders, and passed out on the couch in your little cuddle pile after spending another hour or two drunk texting Nonny and teasing him over what your pony form could be. Mind you the fact that you're able to text at all will probably clue him into you being a unicorn, but that's semantics.
  666.  
  667. Your drunken haze leads to you curled up in bed, drunkenly singing the theme song as you slowly drift off to sleep.
  668.  
  669. -----
  670.  
  671. "... Hmm? You're early. That's alright, tis simply your nature we suppose. Rest more, your time is yet to come, my little pony."
  672.  
  673. Soft lips meet your forehead, and your slumber deepens, as you nuzzle into the warmth of a comforting hug. "Sleep well, little one."
  674.  
  675. [End Chapter 2]
  676.  
  677. Chapter 3: Friendship is...
  678.  
  679. It is not a kind awakening. Your head pounds, and you curl up even more on yourself as the sun blights your eyes, making you curse the Princess of the Sun in your pain as the alcohol-induced hangover beats across your skull like hammers on steel or hooves to stone.
  680.  
  681. Even as the pain wracks your head, you feel worse at the disappointment of opening your eyes and seeing hands, not hooves, and furless arms. Slowly you push yourself up, groaping for the water bottle and bottle of Midol that you keep at your bed for specifically this scenario. Don't scoff at the Midol, that shit kills headaches like no one's business. You continue to grope around and finally find the pill bottle with a pleased grunt, pulling it over and opening it before shaking out one... horse pill?
  682.  
  683. The haze is snapped away as you stare down in blank horror at the pill in your hand. Red and white. You twitch, resisting the urge to fling the thing away from you as you slowly turn your head to the bottle in your other hand. You find yourself yet again staring down the bottle of pills with the show-styled print, in your hands again... again, your thumb tracing each letter even as you shiver.
  684.  
  685. The pill is quickly pushed back into the bottle, the lid capped, and the bottle pushed aside as you snag the Midol and swiftly start chugging water like your life depends on it, a cold sweat and chill racing across your body.
  686.  
  687. You are -perfectly healthy-.
  688.  
  689. You are not mentally invalid.
  690.  
  691. You are not suffering an incurable disease.
  692.  
  693. YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE A PONY.
  694.  
  695. You rub your furless arms and shiver despondently, shuddering as you force yourself out of bed and into some clothing. A black turtleneck that you weren't even aware you owned makes a nice inital covering, and some long sweatpants swiftly join it for warm enough comfort as you swiftly power-walk out of your bedroom, grabbing your cigarettes and lighter as you go. As you step onto the balcony, a shaky hand lights your cowboy killer and you take a drag through numb lips, staring at the depressingly black and grey world outside.
  696.  
  697. Such dull shades, these black and greys. There's no -life- there, not like in your...
  698.  
  699. You shake your head, ignoring how it makes your head pang a bit more, and chug some more water before taking another hit off of your cigarette. No no no no no no no. No. Absolutely not.
  700.  
  701. The cider was a bad idea. You never should have gotten it. You regret it now, even if it helped through the wild experience that was the Heart Song. Your mind finally latches onto something that wasn't thinking about how the bottle of pills ended up in your room last night and what could have possibly occurred if you hadn't been too drunk to get a pill out, and get onto your phone.
  702.  
  703. A quick google search later and you find yourself on youtube, marveling at the phenomena of the heart song. It's not quite as powerful as it was in the show, as it appears to not be able to affect humans who haven't taken Pon-E at least once, but it -does- happen. Some songs are original, but apparently most songs are just taken from pop culture or music the Pon-E in question enjoys and is applicable to their situation. What causes it? No one's really sure, but it's happened in situations from the completely mundane to the suuuuuuper emotional.
  704.  
  705. Like, you're shocked to watch, a full on emotional breakdown and fight between two best friends who loved each other deeply, but didn't love the pony their partner became. D r a m a.
  706.  
  707. The distraction works, and soon you're no longer shaking, and the sun has pushed out most of the greys and blacks that paint your view of the city in the mornings as you work through a few more cigarettes before flicking over to your Discord app to message Nonny.
  708.  
  709. BigGuy4U
  710. "Hey, we still on for today?"
  711.  
  712. SassyGui
  713. "Hell yeah!
  714. I'm gonna be there at noon!
  715. So leave the door unlocked!
  716. Cuz you're about to get Candleja-"
  717.  
  718. BigGuy4U
  719. "... Dude, the aughts are calling, they want their memes back."
  720.  
  721. With that, you close down the app and finish off your cigarette, standing up and stretching. Whelp. You've got a guest coming over. Time to clean up a bit, and make sure your apartment is still properly ponified. There's gonna be two of you here after all!
  722.  
  723. As you clean, you sing along with a few songs, resisting the second-hand embarrassment you're feeling at your own voice. You can sing perfectly fine damn it, it doesn't matter that your pony-voice is better at it, and is better at carrying a tone!
  724.  
  725. The time passes quickly, before you glance to the clock and note it ticks over right to noon... as your front door is slammed open. "ANON! I'm HOOOOOOOOOOOME~!" Nonny calls out, carrying a bunch of bags and posing in the corner dramatically as you roll your eyes at him.
  726.  
  727. "You know, you act -really- gay every time you come in, and I gotta say, that's probably the gayest you've ever done that." You point out with a shake of your hand, Nonny laughing as he struts inside, all swaying hips and boyish grin as he kicks the door to your apartment shut behind him as he places the bags on your kitchen counter.
  728.  
  729. "You know it boy-toy~" He teases, poking you in the chest as you laugh before giving him a hug. Nonny revealed he was Bi when you both were starting to really understand sexuality somewhere around middle school ages, and it's just been a fact of life since then, even if you've got no issues teasing him about it because he just loves to play up the stereotypes when you're not expecting it, or really play them up when you are.
  730.  
  731. He hugs you back with a grin before springing back, the shorter man pumping a fist up. "It's already noon! You ready to take your pill? Oh we're gonna have a great time! I can't wait to see what you look like and I made sure to bring my gopro so we can actually see what the TF looks like!"
  732.  
  733. You're not exactly sure how you feel about -that- part as you tune out some of his rambling, Nonny getting things out of the shopping bags as he chatters away. Considering how much it hurts to start a TF, you're pretty sure actually watching the TF would be kind of cringe inducing but that's also Nonny's thing. He loves overly gory and violent horror movies, the more ornate the kills the better, and body horror makes him laugh. Weird, but hey, that's your best friend for you.
  734.  
  735. You give him a slightly shaky smile and he stops his tirade, looking at you searchingly for a few moments before frowning. "Anon? Are you feeling alright? You're looking a little pale dude."
  736.  
  737. You blink at him and shake your head, trying to laugh off his concerns and wincing at how fake it sounds to you. "Hahaaaa, yeah, no, I'm good! Just had a bad dream last night, that's all!" You comment, waving a hand. "Lemmi go grab my pill bottle and we can get started!"
  738.  
  739. "... Well, alright, if you say so." Nonny looks a bit disheartened but you steel your own and turn away, a painted on smile doing little to hide the discourse in your own head as you walk towards the bedroom.
  740.  
  741. Nope.
  742.  
  743. Not thinking about it.
  744.  
  745. It's break time.
  746.  
  747. The Daily Dose is coming.
  748.  
  749. ------
  750.  
  751. Be Nonny, all around 10/10 dude, in your personal opinion.
  752.  
  753. You have no doubt that Anon gave a pretty good accounting of you already, so you're not gonna bother with any introduction, especially because you've got way more important things to worry about. Like Anon.
  754.  
  755. You worry your lower lip as you stare at his broad back, hugging yourself a little as you resist the urge to run after him and tackle his back, hugging the bigger man till he submits to your love and lets himself be cared for for once, damn it.
  756.  
  757. Stupid, noble, agonizingly dense man that he is, you're very, very well aware that Anon doesn't notice your feelings at all. To be fair, it took you quite a while to realize them yourself and from that realization to even decide what you wanted to do with them. Anon has been your best friend forever, and every day he's still in your life is a good one. If only you could brighten his day as much as he brightens yours simply by talking to you and still treating you as a friend.
  758.  
  759. Even if you want more.
  760.  
  761. Still, Pon-E's are fairly emotional and cuddling is 100% on the menu, and you can't help but be cautiously excited for that, even as you watch Anon walk back into the living room and kitchen, that painted-on smile still there, which makes your own smile fall just a bit. Oh Anon, why won't you just le me in? Drop the mask for a moment, so I can hold you up and let you drop the burden for a bit?
  762.  
  763. Your mental cry is unmet, however, and you continue to be disappointed by the lack of development of your psychic powers as Anon shakes one of the pills out and gives you a much more peaceful, and real, smile. "Got that GoPro ready Nonny?"
  764.  
  765. Your smile ratchets up a notch as you pull the GoPro out of one of the bags and flick it on, then to recording, in a quick motion. "Ready and a-waiting, Bestie! Down the hatch!"
  766.  
  767. ------
  768.  
  769. You give Nonny and the camera a small salute before popping the horsepill in your mouth and slugging it back with water. Daily Dose achieved, you give Nonny a sheepish grin. "You're uh... you're gonna edit this part out, right?"
  770.  
  771. Nonny sighs at you. "Anon, would I really post nudes of you all over the internet?"
  772.  
  773. "Yes."
  774.  
  775. "You're right, though you wound me. Come on, you're hot."
  776.  
  777. "No."
  778.  
  779. "Boo, you're no fun."
  780.  
  781. Even as you banter, which does much to sooth your battered soul, you strip down so not to ruin a perfectly good pair of sweatpants and turtleneck, and stretch a bit as Nonny looks you up at down. You raise an eyebrow as he simply grins back at you and winks at you.
  782.  
  783. "Mmmm, that view never gets old."
  784.  
  785. "Your jokes do."
  786.  
  787. You both laugh a bit before your laugh is cut off by a painful groan as you collapse to the floor. Crap, you forgot to lay down. You're probably gonna pay for that, but the pain slowly starts pushing back your conscious mind as a hopeful smile spreads across your face despite the suffering you're experiencing.
  788.  
  789. Freedom comes, you're going to be a pony again.
  790.  
  791. You're going to be beautiful again.
  792.  
  793. You're going to be -free- again...
  794.  
  795. -----
  796.  
  797. Your throat is dry. You can't help it. Watching the transformation is always a little... uncomfortable. Not that you're going to tell Anon that. Mostly it's the expression the person who took Pon-E's face. The amount of pain you see run across their face, which only gets more expressive as they get closer and closer to ponydom before it all suddenly turns to bliss...
  798.  
  799. It's a -little- disturbing, not gonna lie.
  800.  
  801. Even then, you can't help but marvel in awe at the gorgeous purple unicorn mare now laying in your lap, even as you gently brush your hand across her spine. She's huge, at least, compared to most Pon-E's. Pretty normal for a Pony though, at least, so you think. You weren't a horse kid growing up, that was Anon's thing.
  802.  
  803. Either way, you marvel at the silky softness of her bodyfur, like the best mink ever made, and brush your fingers through her mane a few times as you marvel at just how... perfect she is. It's shocking in it's own way, because you weren't really sure what Anon would look as a pony but now here she is and it's like you're finally seeing her for the first time.
  804.  
  805. This is Anon.
  806.  
  807. And she is perfect.
  808.  
  809. ... And waking up.
  810.  
  811. ------
  812.  
  813. You groan softly as you stretch out, your hooves kicking a little disconnectedly into the air as you slowly reboot. Something really warm and firm is holding you up and something is brushing through the ebony-gray of your mane and feels oh so lovely, making you let out a pleased little groan before you finally get enough of your cognition working to open your eyes and start to function again.
  814.  
  815. Nonny has you in his lap, and you're currently gazing up and him from between your mane, and you feel the silky locks shift as you tilt your head at him in part-wakeful confusion. Mostly because he's suddenly acting kinda weird.
  816.  
  817. He's got this absolutely massive blush on his face, and one hand held up to his chest, which is trembling. "B-b-bro, bro, 'Non, b-bud, need you to t-turn the cute down..." Nonny stammers, his eyes wide as he gazes at you. Your cute lil' ears flick as your head tilts the other way, still not fully awake as he grips his chest a bit harder, letting out a strained gasp before your brain finally gets in gear and catches on to what's going on and your eyes widen.
  818.  
  819. "OH FUCK! Nonny! Don't go into light! I know I'm weapons grade cute!"
  820.  
  821. "I'm ok, I'm ok..."
  822.  
  823. What follows is a good thirty minutes of you both trying to calm the other down as you both weirdly spiral around the cuteness of your Pony form. After relocating out of the kitchen to ensure no one gets hurt if someone collapses, you've both finally calmed down enough to just sit, with you snuggled into Nonny as he gently pets down your spine and scratches under your chin and behind your ears.
  824.  
  825. And was before he even brought the -brush- out. Oh yes, you're getting a good pampering right now, and it feels amazing. Fingers are the best. You haven't felt this good in a long time, and the longer it lasts, the better! You let out a little hum as the brush rasps through your mane, and Nonny's voice recaptures your attention.
  826.  
  827. "Seriously, you're probably the cutest Pon-E I've seen, and I've looked at myself in the mirror. It just isn't fair." Nonny comments as he brushes, and you huff in amusement. "I know, I was looking at myself after the first time and I couldn't help but think I need a good manecut. I give Fluttershy and Marble a run for their money for the 'long mane shy cutie' look."
  828.  
  829. "I want to take you outside and show you off to people on the street. I bet we could cause car accidents and heart attacks based purely on adorableness alone." Nonny sniggers, and you giggle along warmly even as you gently swat his leg with one hoof. "Nope, not happening. I don't want to go outside."
  830.  
  831. "Fine, fine..."
  832.  
  833. The two of you spend some time just sitting there as Nonny brushes you, and after a bit you think he's just waiting to hear what you want to do. Quite frankly, you don't want to do anything, so you just stretch yourself out a bit further much like a cat and lock his legs down. He has been in-catpone-citated, and will be stuck as he is for the foreseeable future.
  834.  
  835. You roll a bit, so that your back is snuggled into his body as your belly is available for petting, and let your eyes close. Yep, time for a nap.
  836.  
  837. You are completely unaware of the mental anguish you're causing your best friend.
  838.  
  839. ----
  840.  
  841. You can't take it, she's too cute. Seriously, your heart is gonna explode just staring at her even as you automatically brush and pet the soft, warm mare laying upon you.
  842.  
  843. It's better then you could have ever imagined. Your mind keeps spiraling back to simple adjectives because your higher brain functions have stopped. Bricked. Completely frozen up. You can't even muster the ability to consider anything else but what is quite possibly the best plush you've ever had the pleasure pressed into you.
  844.  
  845. Each breath gently moves the mare and your hands, her gently shifting in her sleep pushes her closer against you for her comfort, and you can -feel- and -hear- every heartbeat and just!
  846.  
  847. You're lost. It's over.
  848.  
  849. There is no Nonny. There can't be. He gave up everything to his new deity, this gorgeous mare who also happens to be his best friend.
  850.  
  851. Even as you quietly bitch at yourself and call yourself a simp, you continue your ministrations, before your mouth breaks free of your mind and decides to run off on it's own before you can stop it.
  852.  
  853. ----
  854.  
  855. "Sooooooo... any thoughts about a name yet?"
  856.  
  857. Your ears perk up as Nonny just casually drops a conversational bomb into your light nap, and you let out a disgruntled sigh before you shift so you can give your stallion a deapan stare.
  858.  
  859. ... Wait, your stallion?
  860.  
  861. Ignore it for now, making sure Nonny understand exactly how stupid he is right now is the pressing matter.
  862.  
  863. "Nonny, I -have- a name. It's Anon." You say firmly, making Nonny blush and rub the back of his head sheepishly. "W-well, yeah, but I mean, what's wrong with having a pony name?"
  864.  
  865. You huff, bopping his leg with one hoof gently. "Oooooooh I dunno Nonny, Rule 3 maybe? I'm not... damaged enough to need to go Pony full time, or join one of those petting clubs." You say flatly. "No names. I don't need it."
  866.  
  867. Or at least, not the temptation. At least Nonny backs off from the topic, holding his hands up even as he glances at the clock built into your stove and hums in surprise. "Dude. How the hell has it already been three freakin' hours?" He says, rubbing his eyes before checking it again, and then checking his phone. "Yep. Three hours. Damn."
  868.  
  869. You laugh softly before a wild impulse sparks through you and your smile grows mischievous. A little tease wouldn't hurt anypony~. "What, are you saying that spending three hours with your hands aaaaaaaaalllllll over me wasn't enough, Nonny?" You coo, fluttering your pretty eyes at him making him flush bright red before you break down laughing.
  870.  
  871. "D-dude, not cool!"
  872.  
  873. "Oh shut up, I'm to pretty to be 'dude'."
  874.  
  875. "Ugh, you are insufferable."
  876.  
  877. "No, I'm Anon."
  878.  
  879. You both continue to gripe, the small argument over names forgotten as Nonny gets up and starts prepping to take the plunge.
  880.  
  881. ----
  882.  
  883. "Alright, got my Camera ready?"
  884.  
  885. Your horn is light up as you carefully hold up Nonny's phone, set on recording mode. Again, the discovery that you can use touchpads with telekinesis was a awesome blessing. "Ready to go man, lets do it!"
  886.  
  887. You're honestly super excited. You've never gotten to see a transformation before and your tail gently wags behind you as Nonny salutes you before knocking back the horsepill without a hint of trouble or discomfort, which makes you frown in jealousy.
  888.  
  889. Pills -suck-. Period. No exceptions.
  890.  
  891. Lucky bastard.
  892.  
  893. Your feelings on the matter quickly end as he doubles over like someone punched him in the dick, wheezing as he collapses to the ground. Whelp, you were feeling jealous, now you're just feeling empathy as you trot a bit closer as his body locks up and his muscles all cramp all at once. Oh -ew- you can count his muscles.
  894.  
  895. ... Ok it's not really gross, yet, but it's still kinda sketchy looking and wow he actually has much more muscle mass then you thought.
  896.  
  897. You're knocked out of that thought when a rifle-retort echoes around your kitchen as his legs snap. Ew ew ew! Oh that is -not- cute at all! You shudder, eyes wide as you can't help but keep watching because it's like a train wreck in slow motion. Bone shatter and flesh folds as his entire mass compresses into itself. Finally you're forced to look away and shudder for a bit even as the phone is steady and on task.
  898.  
  899. Thank Epona for Unicorn multitasking.
  900.  
  901. Eventually the really sickening sounds die down and you turn back, getting the much more enjoyable sight of thick, sturdy stallion legs sprouting his pretty pink fur that spreads from the bottom up, including that bottom. You can't help but start at his dock and flank for a bit as fur spreads across it before his mane and tail sprout all at once. You note that unlike you, who tends (if three times can count as a trend anyway) to lay on your side when you transform, he ended up belly-down, which is perfect as two large skeletons burst from his back, spreading outwards and fanning the air for a moment.
  902.  
  903. You can only coo in awe at the skeletal wings. That looks -so cool- but it's also a little scary even as flesh and fur starts rolling over them... and then all at once his feathers sprout with a floofy "PWOFF" that just makes you break down in giggles, covering your mouth with one hoof as you look down at the Pegasus Stallion now laying on your kitchen floor.
  904.  
  905. Excitedly, you shift a little from hoof to hoof. You wonder how it feels for Nonny when he wakes up. Does he get that wonderful, euphoric feeling of being beautiful again, of being right again? Or does he feel light and... tee hee, flighty?
  906.  
  907. Your eyes sparkle as you stare at your friend, settling in to wait for him to wake up.
  908.  
  909. --EXACTLY THIRTY SECONDS LATER--
  910.  
  911. "Booooooooooooored."
  912.  
  913. You continue to poke his fuzzywuzzy face with a hoof and start making him make funny expressions as you droll out your boredom, huffing in annoyance as you shift fully in front of him, looking down at the pink-and-blue pony.
  914.  
  915. He really pulls off the Firefly look, honestly. It's super cute on a stallion, and honestly makes him look even more masculine in his own way just for being able to pull it off with that strong, blocky stallion muzzle and thick, broad shoulders.
  916.  
  917. And that bold, barreled, fluffy chest...
  918.  
  919. ...
  920.  
  921. Huh?
  922.  
  923. You blink at your attention is drawn away as he groans and shifts, and you quickly let go of his face, shifting to a innocent position as you watch him wake up, his eyes fluttering softly as he regains consciousness and... and... oh.
  924.  
  925. His eyes meet yours and you're lost.
  926.  
  927. Celestia, Luna and Cadence his eyes are pretty. They flutter a second time under long, flowing eyelashes that are criminally pretty on a stallion. But no, that's not the real prize. That's not what is currently freezing you to the spot and sucking the breath out of your chest as you can't help but stare.
  928.  
  929. They're a luminous, enchanted forest green, reminding you of places untouched by ponykind, and you want nothing more to continue to stare into those gorgeous eyes. They're dark underneath the 'canopy' of green, but light up more and more as it rises up. You wish you were better with words so you could properly wax poetic about the beautiful shades of green you see in his eyes...
  930.  
  931. "Anon?"
  932.  
  933. Ooooh. That grumbly, rumbly voice has a charm and undeniably sexy undertone to it. It reminds you of thunderstorms off in the distance...
  934.  
  935. "Hey, Anon... you ok?"
  936.  
  937. Hmmm? It's talking to you? I mean, it has to be talking to you, you're the best looking thing in the room that isn't those eyes. You feel the urge to stand and stretch out, to pose a bit to show yourself off for that beautiful voice...
  938.  
  939. "Aaaaaaaaanon, anon!" A hoof is rudely waved in your face, snapping you out of your reverie as you blink rapidly and suddenly you're just sitting in your kitchen with a concerned Nonny staring at you, the pink and blue pegasus waving his hoof up and down.
  940.  
  941. You flush bright red under your fur.
  942.  
  943. Ohmygosh.
  944.  
  945. That was -Nonny- you were staring at.
  946.  
  947. OHMYGOSH YOU HAD BEEN STARING AND FANTASING ABOUT -NONNY-!
  948.  
  949. "Earth to Unicorn Pone, are you there dude?"
  950.  
  951. You suddenly and rapidly shake your head, startling the pegasi before you look back at him. "He-heh! S-sorry! I was a little caught up, the transformation was s-something else! So, p-pink and blue huh?" Fuck, you're stuttering. You were really, REALLY caught off guard by that. You admonish yourself quietly, resisting the urge to smack the sense back into yourself as Nonny grins roguishly and quite handsomely as he rubs the back of his head.
  952.  
  953. "Heh, yeah, I guess I won and lost the color combo contest, huh? At least I'm not Red and White or something like that. But I kinda wish I had a more subdued color pallet like you. I mean, damn, you're gorgeous with those pretty shades of grey and black in your mane and your purple coat." Nonny says with clear adoration in his voice making you blush prettily again before you finally get your damn body under control.
  954.  
  955. "Yeah, I mean, Firefly is awesome but it's just... such a interesting color combination. Like, hard 80's color pallet my guy." You finally have your normal tone of voice and resist the urge to sigh in relief as whatever that was finally passes as Nonny laughs.
  956.  
  957. "The Quacks say that it's completely random, as far as they can tell. Or at least, if there's something in our genetics that effect it, they haven't been able to figure out what it is yet. But that's part of the fun right?"
  958.  
  959. He smiles again and you smile back, enjoying his pretty smile before he stands up and spreads his wings, stretching them out before folding them again. "You came out absolutely perfect though. I'm seriously, you're gonna knock everyone dead the first time you step outside, because you are drop-dead gorgeous."
  960.  
  961. Your tail twitches as you feel the nervous urge to swish it around your hooves even as he continues to smile at you before trotting up closer. You flinch a little before he extends his muzzle, your eyes drawn to his lips when... uhhhhhnn?
  962.  
  963. N-nuzzles?
  964.  
  965. You feel the softness of his coat and the warmth of his body through his muzzle as it gently brushes up against yours and your eyes close in joy as you lean in, nuzzling back.
  966.  
  967. Oooh, you like Nuzzles. That feels really good. So much better than any plush toy you've ever had. You've got a whole giant plush-toy with real feathers and -real- fur and natural body heat here.
  968.  
  969. The two of you sit closely, nuzzling for a while as you marvel at the new sensation of fur meeting fur and the ever so slight and occasional touches of skin to skin as you hum contently.
  970.  
  971. Suddenly your brain kicks into gear and you flinch back and away from Nonny. What the heck are you doing?!
  972.  
  973. This is -Nonny-! Your best friend! He's not just some plush toy for you to do whatever with!
  974.  
  975. And how the hell are you acting right now? You aren't some lovestruck mare!
  976.  
  977. You're a man on a time limit, and that's all!
  978.  
  979. Ignoring the confusion and momentary hurt in Nonny's eyes, you cough and give him a weak smile. "S-so! How about we spend some of our Pony time... with Ponies?!"
  980.  
  981. You gesture towards your couch, and Nonny's attention is drawn away while you berate yourself for a moment for letting yourself get lost in the sensation. Worthless. Can't even keep your head long enough to actually relax!
  982.  
  983. Your horn lights up as Nonny starts trotting towards the living room and entertainment center. "Ponies sounds awesome man! What season were you thinking? You want to start from the beginning or did you already watch some?"
  984.  
  985. "I watched quite a bit during my last two sessions, but we can pick back up again from the beginning if you want... never gonna complain about watching Season 1 and 2." You hum warmly as the fridge opens to your mental command and you pull out the snack tray with a smile, licking your lips at the thought of the nummy veggies and ranch dip before you close the door and turn to face Nonny, who's staring at you with wide eyes and a hanging jaw.
  986.  
  987. "Duuuuuuuuude. I knew you'd probably have a decent grasp on magic already, but that shade of purple for your aura? That's so cool!" He squees a bit, his wings fluttering a bit in his excitement before he closes them again. You give him a wane grin and a wink as you walk towards the living room, your prize floating behind you, and you cast your attention further to the TV remote, cuing up Season 1 again even as you walk, Nonny falling in step as you make your way to the couch.
  988.  
  989. "Yeah, it is pretty cool. It's honestly not that complicated, just keeping a clear mind and focus on what you want to do, your magic does the rest. It's almost as easy as breathing." You state primly as Nonny trots ahead a few steps and flares his wings before lifting off with a gentle flap of his wings, jump/gliding onto the couch even as you put the remote down and shift your attention to pulling out the pet-stairs.
  990.  
  991. His excitement turns to a blank stare before he looks at you flatly as the veggie tray glides to a perfect stop on your coffee table as you trot up the stairs. "You coulda told me you had that you know." He says, huffing at you even as you snicker at him and settle down onto the couch.
  992.  
  993. "Yeah, I could have, but you decided you wanted to be in a rush and spread those wings of yours." You tease, poking him in the flank with a smirk. "Besides, it looks like you really wanted to fly around a bit."
  994.  
  995. "Ughhh, yes! I'd love to go out and fly a bit. If anything, being ground-bound like this is so constraining." He groans, hanging his head as you laugh at him, before the narration of the story of Nightmare Moon draws both of your attention and you smile warmly at your favorite episode once again. "That sounds like a you problem Nonny."
  996.  
  997. "Maybe Shutup."
  998.  
  999. "You love me."
  1000.  
  1001. He flushes red and you smirk in victory, sniggering a bit as you focus on the tv. Soon the intro music starts to play, and you can't help but hum along. "My Little Pony, My Little Pony, Aaa~"
  1002.  
  1003. The intro passes before you notice that Nonny has been staring at you instead of the TV the entire time, and you feel the blush on your muzzle forming as you look back at him. "What?"
  1004.  
  1005. "... You've got a really pretty singing voice."
  1006.  
  1007. The honest complement flusters you as you stare back at him, again noticing how his eyes seem to shimmer ever so slightly in the artificial light of the TV. "W-well, yeah! I've always had a great singing voice!"
  1008.  
  1009. Lies. Horrible, horrible lies.
  1010.  
  1011. You both are very aware that you couldn't carry a tune if you had a bucket when you weren't a pony.
  1012.  
  1013. You strive to avoid the awkward moment by taking some celery in your magic and dipping it in the ranch, turning your full attention to the TV to try to calm your blush and take a nice, snappy bite out of the veggie treat, and soon both you and Nonny are lost to the show. The only interruptions to the viewing experience is your magic occasionally helping you both snack on the veggie tray, floating a ranch-dipped treat over to you or Nonny as appropriate.
  1014.  
  1015. As the first two episodes pass, you feel something soft gently brush your shoulder and your attention to draw to Nonny stretching a bit, his attention fully on the TV even as he chews on a carrot, that soft feeling being one of his primary feathers ghosting over your fur. He looks so plush and fluffy laying there, and you can't help but quietly contemplate him, remembering that comparison you made to him being a big plush toy.
  1016.  
  1017. You marvel at the colors as his wings shift in the light of your magic and the TV. You didn't notice earlier, but they actually gradate in color, a dark, almost rose pink at the tips, before lightening significantly as it spreads down the feather before meeting the pink of the rest of his fur coat at the base of the feathers. You marvel quietly to yourself as you watch the feathers flex and splay as he stretches, and you glance at his side a bit longer before a decision is solidified in your head.
  1018.  
  1019. Oh so stealthily you skootch over a little bit at a time, getting closer and closer before you let yourself flop over, your back pressed firmly into the side of the smaller pony just as his wings are about to fold back in. They spring up in surprise as he jerks a bit at the solid contact, his head dipping down to look at you as he blinks at you in confusion, locking eyes to yours, green meeting blue as you shuffle a bit more to lay against him properly even as you gaze at him almost challengingly.
  1020.  
  1021. A silent moment passes between the two of you before his wings slowly, slowly fold back down and he hugs you with his wing, which you note is much larger than you would have though it was, easily capable of giving you a nice warm hug as you snuggle into the Pegasus pony and return your attention to the show like nothing happened.
  1022.  
  1023. He's tense for several moments before he relaxes himself, a foreleg shifting out from under you and cautiously draping itself across you as he hugs you to him as you nuzzle in and settle, letting out a peaceful sigh as your horn lights up and you hover two more carrots to awaiting mouths, his own attention finally returning to the show.
  1024.  
  1025. Mmm. Much better. He's toasty and warm, the downy feathers no doubt helping but even then you notice how warm he feels just pressed against your back. Are all pegasi this warm, or is it just him?
  1026.  
  1027. Even as you ponder this, your weird sleep schedule seems to have caught up to you as you feel the warmth and safety of the limbs of your stallion hug you close, and feel your eyes droop before your head settles against his chest.
  1028.  
  1029. Mmm... his heartbeat is a little fast, but it's really nice.
  1030.  
  1031. His chest is nice and soft.
  1032.  
  1033. Maybe... just... a short... nap.
  1034.  
  1035. You can't resist, really.
  1036.  
  1037. After all, this is your stallion...
  1038.  
  1039. --------
  1040.  
  1041. As Anon drifts to sleep, her breathing evening out to the slow and steady rhythm of Luna's Realm, you can't help but say a prayer to Celestia, Luna, Epona, Twilight, Cadance, and anypony else that could possibly hear you.
  1042.  
  1043. Goddesses but She's so perfect. It feels so good to be holding Her in your hooves, it literally hurts your heart a bit as her silky mane gently meets your chin and one ear gently bats your cheek as you nuzzle her helplessly.
  1044.  
  1045. In your heart of hearts, you've always known that Anon was in some form really a girl at heart. It's nothing overt, but just little cues here and there, you know? Not that you'd ever say that to Her face, but that's more because of the walls she's built over the years. But Pon-E changed everything, and you couldn't be happier.
  1046.  
  1047. Well, you could be, but you dare not hope for such a thing. She might not even like guys that way, even as a Pon-E.
  1048.  
  1049. You continue to gently nuzzle into her mane, hugging her a bit tighter as your heart betrays you, aching in longing even as you're aware that you've got to wait for her. She's got to be the one to let the walls down so you can talk properly. Heart to Heart. The way you've wanted to talk to her for YEARS.
  1050.  
  1051. You're crazy, wildly in love with this mare/man. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
  1052.  
  1053. -----
  1054.  
  1055. "-And I said OATMEAL? ARE YOU CAH-RAYZEE?"
  1056.  
  1057. You suck in air in shock as Pinkie Pie yells in your ear, snorking a bit as you flop in surprise, accidently digging a elbow into the soft pillow you've been laying against and rolling to the side, trapping something soft under you.
  1058.  
  1059. "YeeeeeeOW! Anon! Roll! Roll! WING!"
  1060.  
  1061. You gasp as your mental facilities catch back up to your rude awakening and see Nonny staring at you with pain filled eyes and realize that you're stretching out his wing and the pillow you elbowed was him. "Ahh! Sorry! Sorry!"
  1062.  
  1063. You quickly shift again so he can pull his wing out, which he whines in pain and flaps several time, stretching it out, folding and unfolding it several times to get the stinging pain out before he folds it again with a sigh, this time between the two of you. "Sheesh, that really hurt. Are you ok? Did you have a nightmare?" He asks, looking at you with worry. Silently you shake your head, shaking the nap-driven haze off a bit as you helplessly gesture to the TV.
  1064.  
  1065. "N-no, just... Pinkie."
  1066.  
  1067. He makes a understanding noise as he spreads his wing out again, letting you return to laying against him before gingerly putting his wing back down. "No, I get it. Ponk suddenly screaming in your ear would wake up just about anypony." His forehoof returns to being draped over you, hugging you again before it starts rubbing warm, soothing circles in your chestfloof. It feels wonderful so you let yourself relax with a sigh.
  1068.  
  1069. You're glad he understands. Honestly, you've got a pretty bad tendency towards being startled when you're lost in thought or reading or your attention is elsewhere, so Nonny's always been rather good about helping you sort out what startled you. He continues his gentle rubbing as he watches you for a few moments, and you find yourself captivated by his glimmering eyes yet again even as he gazes at you, humming softly before he turns away and you return your own gaze to the TV.
  1070.  
  1071. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He asks, his voice sounding a bit deeper than you remember, and you feel a lovely little tingle race down your spine, making your tail flick a bit as you remember your initial thoughts and feelings about his voice in his Pon-E form. "Mmm. It was really nice. You make an excellent pillow." You comment idly, floating him some broccoli dipped in ranch as both an apology and a thank you for not making too much fuss over your sudden wake up.
  1072.  
  1073. "Well of course, only the best for her highness." He says, puffing up his chest a bit under your head and making you giggle a bit at his antics as you settle back down.

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