Originally Published December 5th, 2012 >Day Evening in Equestria. >You are Anon. >Rolling down the dirt road to Ponyville in a wheelchair that was made for a larger mammal. >A small cloud of smoke is building above Fluttershy’s cottage. >She’s bound to wake up soon. >As you roll into town, a white shape begins to come into view. >The smell of marshmallow comes wafting gently on the breeze. >Avoiding the Earth Pony Pride Bonfire, you make a sharp left turn. >And all too late, you notice the ground in front of you is no longer there. >A gentle breeze pushes you forward. Fuck. >You rocket down the hill, wheels beginning to glow a bright orange. [INSERT GIRLYSCREAM.MP3] >Everything begins to merge into a blur of color. >Except for Sugarcube Corner. >It’s coming into focus at a frightening pace, getting larger as each second goes by. >Your hands reach for the wheels, but the heat and speed forces you to retract. >The Corner is about 20 meters away now. So this is how it all ends? >15 meters. Smashed to death by a giant gingerbread house? >8 meters. >The wheels have caught on fire, and you can feel the hair being singed from your arms. >3 meters. >You’re filled with fear, but you put a smile on your face. >No need to die with a broken dick AND a lack of dignity, right? >2 meters. >A soft blue glow envelops you and the wheel chair. >1 meter. >You are now Fluttershy. >Normally you’d be looking for Anon right now, but that is being put off till later. >Right now, you’re heading over to PurpleSma- >I mean, Twilight Sparkle’s house/library/tree. >You notice that the lights are out, but this is important. Wake up, T-twilight. >No response. >You walk away and face the library. >You needed this done now. >You spread your wings out to their full span. >With a loud *fwoosh*, you lift into the air. Wakey-wakey. >You fly towards the door as fast as you can. >Eyes tearing up from the speed of your flight. >That door is COMING THE FUCK DOWN! >*pomf* >The door still stands. D-darn. >Guess you’ll have to come back tomorrow, huh? >As if by magic, the door creaks open, revealing a very tired purple unicorn. >”What the hell do you want Fluttershy?” O-oh! Umm…it’s a Code 37. >A purple haze flows over the both of you, and with a loud crack, you disappear. >You are now Anon. >The blue glow has lifted you into the air, and changed your momentum. >You’re now doing backflips about 2 meters above the ground, holding desperately onto the handles. >As you spin, you can make out a few brightly colored streaks. >One is white and purple, and the other is black and purple. >Could it be? RARITY! GET ME OFF THIS CRAZY THING! >”How dare you take that tone with me?” >Yup. It’s Rarity. >”You could at the very least use your manners.” PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! >You begin to slow down, and Rarity shoos away the black and purple figure, which waddles off into the distance. >The chair lowers gently to the floor, and you catch a fleeting glimpse of the mysterious figure. >Is that Spike in a leotard? I think so brain. >”Who are you talking to Anon?” >Damn. You’re doing it again. No one. >There’s a fluttering noise in the distance. Shit…I gotta go. Have fun with Spike! >As you roll away, Rarity’s irises shrink to pinpricks. >”H-how d-d-d-d-di-d-did” >”So it WAS Spike!” You think as you roll away. >Looks like you’re getting some free clothes. >You are now Fluttershy. >The mist floats away into the darkness, illuminated only by a soft purple glow. Oh d-dear. >The violet light begins to fade as five small, crimson lights begin to appear. >The candles form a pentagon, and Twilight sits in the center, staring you down. >”Code 37 is a very serious thing to ask me for, Fluttershy.” >Her eyes are boring into your very being. >”Are you sure that you can pay the price for my services?” y-yes. >Twilight looks at you with greedy eyes. >You reach a hoof under your left wing, pulling out a sticky, rope-like object. >You wave it before her face, trying not to laugh at her confusion. I d-don’t need to tell anyone about the linguine accident, do I? >The candles flare up around her at the mention of the incident. >”NO ONE CAN PROVE I DID THAT!” >Despite the ferocity of the flames and the anger in her voice, you can see the brief flashes of panic in her eyes. >Checkmate. Alright, then; how about you give me what I want, and nopony will find out about the accident? >Her irises have shrunk alongside the candle flames. >”Fine.” >You are now Anon. >After avoiding three other Earth Pony Pride Marshmallow Roasts, you have finally made it home. >From the smell of things, they were making the s’mores of the Gods. >You’ll have to get Pinkie to make you some. >The house looks just as bad as when you left. >You paid Pinkie and Applebloom to build it, giving them the blueprints to FallingWater, and your old house on Earth, as inspiration. >After one long month of living at the Library, you were finally able to see their handiwork. >The outside was beautiful beyond belief, and had a balcony overlooking the town. >But then Applebloom walked outside. >Blank flank, and babbling on about being a chocolatier. >The place looked like Willy Wonka’s summer home. >It was surreal. >Making your way up the steps, folded wheelchair in front of you, you reached for the peppermint doorknob. >There were streamers draped across the room. >A plate of slightly moldy s’mores on the table. >And in the chocolate fountain; a sleeping Pinkie and Gummy. Fuckin’ Pinkie. >Shutting off the fountain, and placing a blanket over the duo, you walk up the stairs and roll onto the bed. I’ll throw out the s’mores in the morning. >You are now Fluttershy >Having successfully blackmailed Twilight, you are now listening to her talk about Code 37. >”Now Fluttershy, you’ll have to keep in mind that this is not an exact magic.” >”There could be mental, or even physical, changes that may manifest.” >She is flipping through a large book as she tells you this. >After a few seconds of searching, she has found the right page. >”Okay. Now; how many do you need?” >Your mind draws back to the note Anon left on your fridge. I n-need ninety-nine of them. >A purple glow envelops her horn, and a sharp pain stings your front leg. >Looking down, your eyes go wide as you see a large needle pushing an unknown liquid into your body. WHAT THE BUCK IS THAT? >The syringe empties, and it disappears along with the glow around Twilight’s horn. >”It’s a sedative.” Will it h-hurt that bad? >”A drop of water is to the ocean, as a needle-prick is to the pain you’re about to feel.” >You feel your heart drop. >Can you really do this? >Withstand all this pain for your beloved Anon? >Yes. >You work The Stare on Twilight. Do it, filly. >A bubbling, green and purple glow surrounds her horn, with streaks of black highlighting the brighter colors. >A purple mist streams out of her eyes. >She touches her horn to your side, and the bubbling aura covers your body. >You feel your body stretch and tear. >The room goes black as you begin to feel your bones splitting.