Suri

>”Anonymous? A-are you awake?”
“Wh-who is it?”
>”Anon? It’s Twilight. Did I wake you?”
>Twilight
>your mind races through your yea for anyone you know named Twilight
>nothing comes to mind
>well, except ponies, but c’mon
>you open your eyes and low and behold, Twilight stands next your mattress
>you rub your eyes and bolt up in bed
“Tw-twilight?”
>”Oh! Hi! You are awake! I, uh… I’m here to turn you into a pony!”
“What?”
>”Remember? I told you you’d get to be a pony? Like, two months ago?”
>your mind races back
>all you can think of is a faint memory, a dream that hung around your head to this day
>Twilight asked you if you wanted to be a pony, and like any sane human being, said that you’d love to be the little mare
>then she promptly left and you hadn’t heard or seen anything
>you had just assumed it was a dream, albeit, a very convincing and heartbreaking one
>but here, it seemed to be coming true
“Oh… I thought it was a dream!”
>”Yeah, you and just about everyone else on this planet…”
>Twilight deadpanned
>”Anyway, is now a good time? It won’t take long, you’ll be back on Earth within twenty-four hours.”
>looking to the clock, it was 1:30, Saturday morning
“Fuck it, I got nothing to do tomorrow.”
>”Alright, just give me a few minutes. You might want to get a snack, this’ll be pretty physically draining.”
>staggering to the kitchen, you throw open a cabinet to a wide selection of
>strawberry pop-tarts
>you should probably head to the store soon
>pulling out a package, you sit in the dark and eat them raw
>they crunch in your mouth, until Twilight calls to you
>”Ready!”

>you walk into your room
>Twilight’s adorned it with glowing lights, candles and other vaguely magical looking things
“What now?
>”Well, just lie on the bed, and don’t move after I say go. Got it?”
“Sounds good. So… uh…”
>you stammer awkwardly
>thankfully, Twilight ignores you
>”Alright, that should be set! Go.”
>your bed opens, and you fall into a seemingly infinite pitch black shaft
>the blackness envelops you, and the pinprick of light connecting you to this planet fades
>you smile, and hear a sickening crunch

>you snort awake
>you’re in a fancy restaurant of some kind
>instantly, you’re self conscious
>looking down, you see you’re a pink mare, a purple swoosh of hair flowing over your forehead
>you’re… That pony Manehatten who isn’t Coco
>S…
>lost in thought, a man sits across from you
>”Suri?”
>you jump back in your seat, surprised
“Oh! Hello! Yes, that’s me!”
>you say, brushing yourself down and trying to look somewhat formal, a bit self-conscious
>you’re a mare now, aren’t you?
>you look around and realize this is a very, very fancy restaurant
>”Well it’s nice to meet you Suri.”
>Anonymous says, interrupting your thoughts
>”It was nice of Twilight to set this up.”

“Y-yes, yes it was.”
>you stammer out, unsure of what to say
>Anonymous looks at you, and you look at him
>after a couple seconds of awkward silence, Anon reaches up and scratches the back of his head
>”Alright… So, uh… Tell me about yourself?”
>the last part wasn’t a question, but his voice goes up like it was one
“Well… I’m a dressmaker… But, you, you already know that.”
>you shift nervously in your seat, completely aware of how autistic you’re being
“I live in Manehatten… and I’m here on break, and decided to… Y’know, h-have a night on the town.”
>well, that wasn’t too bad
>”So… How’s the dressmaking business going?”
>Anon asks casually
>you freeze up
>you never were one for storytelling, and boy have you been put on the spot
“I… It’s going ok, I guess. I’ve been… Trying out a couple new fabrics… Eheh.”
>amazing way to break the ice, great social skills man!
>”Alright, sounds like fun… Have you got a new assistant? I know that your old one… Ah…”
“Well, I, No, I haven’t. After the fiasco, it’s been rather… Um, it’s been rather hard to find a new one.”
>”I see…”
>Anon says, staring at the table
>before either of you can say anything, a waitress comes over to you
>”Hi! Welcome to Viridis, what will you two have to drink tonight?”
>she says, handing you each a menu
>Anon looks at you
>”Twilight said she’d given me some money, one minute”
>he opens his wallet, and whistles a little
>”One bottle of your finest champagne for the two of us.”
>”Alright, anything else for the both of you?”


>you look at her
“N-no, that should be all.”
>you shift in your seat
>crap, was Anon going to respond? Did you just interrupt him?
>the waitress walks away into the kitchen
>Anon looks down to his menu, and you look straight across at him
>you try to gauge his mood
>you’re sweating, or at least you think you are
>what if you can’t even get laid as a mare?
>what a pathetic fuck you’d be then, you couldn’t even slut your way into bed
>Anon looks up and realizes you’ve been staring at him
>”Ah… Is something on my face?”
>he says, wiping his cheek
“Oh, no, nothing, just… Just lost in thought…”
>”Ah, gotcha. Well, what are you thinking of getting?”
>your eyes shoot down to the menu
>a list of pasta, pizza and salads greet you
“I… I’m not sure to be honest. Maybe I’ll try out the vegetable tortellini.”
>”Sounds nice… I think I’ll just have some plain cheese pizza.”
>thank god it wasn’t spaghetti
>the waitress returns with a bottle of champagne and two flute glasses
>she pours you both a glass, then asks if you’re ready to order
>”Yes, I’ll have the Margherita Pizza, and…”
>he motions to you
“Oh! Oh… I’ll have the vegetable tortellini please, u-unless…”
>”Unless?”
“Unless… I, Nevermind…”
>the mare gives you a quizzical look, then writes down your order
>”Alright, you’re all set. Enjoy the champagne!”

>the mare walks off to the kitchen once again, and the two of you sit in silence
>”Where were we?”
“Um… I, I’m not really sure to be honest.”
>you look around, scanning the restaurant
>nobody’s looking at you, but you feel as though every eye in the room is on you
>you curl up a little, and look back to Anon
“I… How’s your life?”
>Great job man, you’re getting monkey dick for sure tonight!
>”Work’s fine, I guess… I work as a nature photographer for National Geographic. It’s a pretty interesting job.”
>fucking hell, you’ve got an Anon who’s not only a normalfag, but has an good job to boot
“That sounds interesting! W-what do you take pictures of? Is there ah… anything you specialize in?”
>”Well, um, I like the sea. The majority of the pictures I’ve taken they’ve accepted have been oceanic in nature, so I guess you could say the water’s my speciality.”
“That’s interesting!”
>christ, what are you, a scratched record?
>”You could say that. So, back to you, is there anything in specific you’re working on?”
>back on the spot, don’t fuck up now
“Well. I—N-no, not really…”
>Anon looks at you with an eyebrow raised and says
>”Ah… Alright. I, I need to go to the bathroom…”
>he gets up and walks to the bathroom, a bit quicker than normal walking pace
>he looks over his shoulder once, but keeps going
>a thought enters your head
>what if he’s trying to get Twilight to give him someone else
>Anon, you can’t even get someone to fuck you as a mare

>memories of rejection after rejection cloud your thoughts
>it’s why you moved to pones in the first place
>your girlfriend of two years left you, leaving you a emotional wreck
>it didn’t help that she laughed you off when you tried to make amends
>you’d always though ponies were for “fags” but you decided to boot it up one day
>you liked it
>you actually fucking liked it
>you already browsed /co/, and had hated ponies from the beginning
>but you finally decided to open the foreign board of /mlp/
>and thus began your adventure on the ride that never ends

>without realizing it, tears had clouded your eyes
>you jumped up from your chair and ran after him
“W-wait! P-please don’t go!”
>you say as you run into him, grabbing his thigh and holding on tight
>surprised, he looks down at you
>”Suri? What’s going on? Are you ok?”
>he says, worry entering his voice
“A-are you trying to get Twilight to give you another pony? I can be your little mare… P-please?”
>you say, looking up at him
>”N-no, I actually have to go to the bathroom. I wasn’t planning on leaving you, what are you talking about?”
“S-so, so you don’t want another pony?”
>”Why would I want another pony? You’re just what I wanted, pretty, a little shy but not as terrible as Flutters, you’re perfect!”
>you relinquish his leg and wipe your eyes
“D-do you really think that?”

>”Of course you silly goose.”
>he says, tussling your purple hair
“Oh… T-thank you…”
>you say, sniffling a little
>Anon’s starting to get a bit antsy, and he looks down
>”Listen, I really need to go, so…”
“Oh, oh, oh, sorry, sorry… I-I didn’t mean— Just go.”
>Anon sprints to the bathroom and you walk after him
>your waitress walks out of the kitchen, arraying your food, and sees tears matting your face
>she stops as she bustles past you
>”You alright sugar?”
“What? Oh, ah, yes, it’s nothing…”
>”Just making sure, you look a bit down there sweetie.”
“Thanks…”
>you walk into the mares room and walk over to the sink
>you nearly walk into the gentlemare’s room, and chuckle to yourself
>you splash a little cold water on your face, and rub your face off, trying to hide evidence of your outburst
>it really was a bit silly
>just, if you’d been rejected as a pony
>a female pony at that
>you had no idea what you would have done
>deciding not to think about it, you return to your table to find the food sitting there, along with a note scrawled on a paper napkin at your seat
>it reads “feel better” along with a crude smiley
>nice waitress, you had to remind Anon to tip well
>you sat down, and stuck your fork into the meal, shoveling the food into your mouth
>then you remembered you were at a fancy restaurant
>shit

>a bit of the pasta falls onto your fur, and you drop the fork, scrambling for a napkin
>as you do, manage to kick the leg of the table, and it starts to tip over
“I… No no ohnonononono!”
>you say, trying to stop the table from tipping over
>you’re able to grab hold of it, stopping it just before it fully tips
>a single flute of champaign however, slides from the edge and hits the floor with a tinkling noise
>instantly, tables close to you look over, seeing you holding a table from tipping, champagne on the floor
>a couple of snickers are heard, and as you right the table, you flush bright red, and lean your face on the table, concealing your embarrassed face
>Anon makes his way back over, and sees you, once again on the verge of tears
>”What happened here?”
>he says, seeing the shattered glass
“I bumped the table…”
>you say, head facing the floor
>”Oh, that’s fine. C’mon, I’ll get you another glass.”
>he stands up, walks over to the bar and has a short conversation with the pony behind it
>you find it amusing that a 6 foot man is leaning onto a bar built for 3 foot tall ponies, and giggle a little to yourself
>he walks back over, hands you the glass and proceeds to fill it
>he then sits down, and drains his in one gulp
>pony glasses aren’t exactly human sized
>the two of you begin to eat in silence, Anon consumed by his food, you consumed not only by hunger, but by self-concern

>now, every once in a while, other tables appeared to look over and smile at you
>stuck up bastards
>you continued eating, this time trying to act a bit more refined with your habits
>it takes more concentration then you’re used to, but you manage
>before you’ve finished two glasses of champagne, Anon’s already working on his 4th, and the bottle’s nearly empty
>he finishes it off and calls the waitress back over
>”Co-could I get a’noter bottle?”
>seems he doesn’t hold his alcohol well
>you finish off your glass, and a realization hits you
>if he’s only had 4 and he’s fucked up, what short of shit will this pull on your tiny pony body?
>guess you’ll have to wait until later
>the waitress returns, and already Anon begins his fifth
>as he does so, he finishes his pizza and looks to you
>”Well… T-that was certainly delicious…”
>he says, ending his statement with a hiccup
>” ‘scuse me.”
>he leans back in his chair and yawns, draining yet another glass, evidently waiting for you
>you pick up the pace a little, and once full and halfway through your third glass,  and full, you finish
“I… I, man, I’m full. D’ya wanna finish up here?”
>”Sounds good to me…”
>Anon calls the waitress back once again, and asks for a check in a slightly slurred voice
>with a look of concern on her face, she returns with the bill, and Anon pays
>the two of you stumble out the restaurant, laughing over how some old geezer’s toupee was falling off

>the two of you walk aimlessly around for a little, joking and laughing
>you find yourselves in a park, and walking through, you take a minute to survey the vast array of flora
>there’s flowers of every color of the rainbow, arranged in a way that when glossed over, at first glance seems chaotic
>but if you look a little closer, patterns start to emerge, and the garden takes on another layer of intrigue
>they’ve really got some talented florists here
>as you look around the park, you notice it’s completely empty save the two of you
>the park is only dimly lit by a couple streetlamps, strange orbs of light floating inside them
>feeling a bit bold, most likely thanks to the champagne, you grab Anon and pull him off the path by his leg
>he trips a little over the lip of the path
>”Whup…”
>he says, flailing his arms to keep upright
>you chuckle as he moves his arms like a demented penguin, then, once he regains his balance, pull him close to your face
>you hiccup a little, and whisper in his ear
“I… We’re alone here… Just you and me.”
>you say in a singsong voice
“Wanna fuck?”
>god-damn why does alcohol make you such a dumbass
>surprisingly, a smile comes over Anon’s face
>”Fuck? Yes. Here? No. T-twilight got us a cottage for th-the night. We’ll go there…”
>he stands up and starts walking, in what you hope is the direction of the house
>a bit disappointed, you follow after him into the night

>after a short walk out of the park, Anon pulls a scrap of paper out of his pocket and stops
>”Twi marked it… Somewhere.”
>he’s holding a map, scanning it for something
“Mind if I, take a look?”
>”Eh, sure.”
>he says, and passes the map to you
>first, you try to find your place on the map
>both the south and north of the park look identical, so you can’t tell which entrance you’e standing at
>a small red dot marks a house to the left of the north entrance
“Well, I think I know where to go. I-I cow— Could be wrong however.”
>”Fuck it, let’s go.”
>the to of you head what you think is north, and take the second left
>heading a little ways down, you come to a house marked 456
>checking the map, you find Twilight hasn’t left an indication of number for the two of you
>great
>take the key and push it in, turning the lock
>it fits, and the door opens
“Lucky us.”
>the two of you find inside a small apartment, with a modest living room, kitchen and what you guess leads to a bedroom
>making a beeline for the bedroom, you trot at a brisk pace into it
>a chuckle from behind alerts you that you probably look silly doing that, and stop, blushing
“D-don’t laugh… I’m just excited… S-shut up.”
>”It’s pretty funny.”
>he says, following you in, scooping you up, and placing you on the bed

>with a smile, he starts drunkenly pulling off his clothes
>you start giggling at his antics, unable to remove his right pant leg
>he furiously pulls at it, and the intensity of your giggles increase, until you’re at full blown gales of laughter
>finally, he gets it off, and nude, jumps into bed with you
>”Finally got that done, now we can get to it.”
>your laughs fading, you catch your breath and look at him
>you pull him into a kiss and sit there for a moment
>until you hear the crash of a door shutting
>the lights flick on
>you hear a high voice moan in annoyance and drop her things at the door
>both you and Anon freeze, unsure of how to proceed
>even drunk, you’ve no idea how to react
>the lights flick off and a pony walks into the room, then jumps in surprise
“S-SURI, I-I-I—W-why are you here? A-and why are you in my bed?”
>It’s Coco, and she’s stammering, back against the wall
>she sees the man lying beside you and her eyes widen, then roll into her head
>she hits the floor cold, and lies there for a second
>the two of you stare in silence at the now passed out mare

>a devilish grin comes over Anon’s drunken face
>”Well I have an idea.”
>a thought enters your drunken mind
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
>”Big time.”
>Anon walks over to the mare, and picks her up, lying her on the bed
>he walks to the bathroom and as he does that, you push her legs outward, lying her spread eagle on the bed
>Anon returns with a wet washcloth and stuffs it in her mouth
>”Tonight just got a hell of a lot more interesting.”
>well, at least you’re going to get laid tonight, one way or another


>looking back to him, you grin
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
>”No. Why would this be a good idea?”
“Very true.”
>this time he walks to the living room and you hear the shuffling of drawers
>he walks back in with an extension cord, and ties her front hooves together
>”All set.”
>before he jumps into bed, you take your hoof, and rub her netters a little, looking for a response
>you hear a muffles moan, and her eyes shoot open
>for a second, they relax, then realizes her situation
>she looks around in fear, eyes wide
>”Mmmhri? Mmm mr mu mmrig?”
>she muffles out, looking towards you in frenzied panic
>alcohol clouds your thoughts as you lean towards her ear, which flicks a little
“Didn’t quite catch that sweetie.”
>you return to rubbing her crotch, and Coco freezes up, left hind leg kicking a little
>Anon slides into bed, and as you rub, slides his hand next to yours and rubs the outside of Coco’s entry hall
>after a little while, Coco releases, and her muscles relax
>”MMMMMmmm.”
>she moans into the gag, starting first as a frightened plea, then fading to a pleased moan
>Anon pushes your hoof to the side, and removes his hand from his path around her
>”Well, do you want us to go on…”
>Coco looks between the both of you in panic
>her face flushes, and she nods
>”Alright. Are you going to-to—“
>he says, hiccuping
>”To be a good girl?”
>he says, finishing
>once again, Coco nods, and Anon removes the gag


>a small voice squeaks out
>”C-can you please untie my hooves?”
>anon looks back to her
>”Maybe in a little while… You’ll have to earn it…”
>the voice retreats a little, and stutters out
>”Ok…”
>Anon returns to rubbing the rim of her lips, and Coco bites her lips with her front teeth
>her eyes are closed and r
>her breath is slow and deep, forming a melody of intake and outtake
>Anon slips a finger in, and Coco gasps, her eyes shooting open
>she lets out a little moan, then her face flushes, looking at you
>”S-sorry Ms. Su—“
“No, no it’s fine… Let it out…”
>why couldn’t you be like this sober
>oh well
>you get up and kneel over her, placing your lips over her mouth, a smile lighting up your face
>”Ms. Suri? W-what are you do—“
“Lick.”
>Coco takes a second, then pushes her face into your nethers, and you feel her tongue start to work it’s way around inside
>it’s a great deal different than a blowie
>instead of the tongue going over your cock, it’s going into you, a very different feeling
>her tongue fishes around inside you, and a shiver runs down your spine
>you push down harder, and Coco lets out a surprised squee
>shortly after, Coco herself lets out a little moan, and you turn around
>Anon’s put two of his fingers into Coco, and he’s slowly tracing around inside her, with a small grin on her face
>she bites her lip, then returns to your snatch with renewed vigor
>you visibly shake, closing your eyes and riding out the pleasure Coco’s given you
>after a second, you pull off and look down


>Coco’s breathing heavily, face flushed, fur a bit damp and matted around where you had taken your liberty
>with a chuckle, you slip in next to her, and start tracing lazily circles on her chest, rubbing her belly
>Coco’s eyes close, her breathing falls out of sync, and she starts shifting her hips a little, driving them into Anon’s fingers
>”A bit eager, are’t we.”
>Anon says to her, taking a second to remove his fingers and stroke her hair
>”Uhh uhhun…”
>Coco nods, motioning for Anon to return
>Instead, he picks Coco up, and places her onto of him
>he rubs her hair for a second, then forces her onto his cock
>his hand pushes about three fourths of it’s length into her
>he lets her gag on it for a couple seconds, then he lets go of her head, and she flies off and falls into a coughing fit
>”O-one moment… S-sorry ju-just giv—“
>she coughs a little, then returns to his member, sliding his rod about halfway into her mouth
>Anon moans a bit, and looks to you, a bit left out
>you slide under Coco,and start licking her marehood
>it’s sopping wet, and you easily open it and start fishing your muzzle around inside
>you hear a squeak from the front end, and know you’re doing something right
>you push around inside her, and let your tongue peek around
>she’s warm, and you nose around inside
>a bit of her juice drips into your mouth, and you take a taste, licking your lips
>it’s bitter, with a bit of a musk
>it’s not terrible, but not good either
>you find a spot that makes Coco shiver hen your run over it
>you focus on that spot, and soon Coco’s quivering, gently clenching around you every ten or twenty seconds

>up on the other end, you hear Anon moan, and you feel a shift in Coco’s weight
>looking up at the two, Anon’s hilting Coco on his cock, a bit of white cream leaking from the sides of Coco’s mouth
>he relinquishes his grip on her, and she falls backdown on the bed, breathing heavily, mouth and face dripping with cum
>her eyes are closed, mouth open, pussy sopping wet
>you grin, and slide on top of her, and kiss her
>Coco’s eyes shoot open as you lock lips, and you give her a wink
>you lick a little semen out of her mouth, and swallow
>it’s salty, a bit bitter, and has a strange consistency
>it’s again, not great…
>but fuck it, you’re a mare for who knows how much longer, may as well try some more
>you start aggressively wrestling Coco’s tongue, the pull off, both your mouths filled with cream
“Well…”
>”A-are we done?”
>says Coco, looking up at the ceiling, hooves still tied together
>”Pff, no.”
>Anon says with a smirk
>”You ladies still need to swallow.”
 >quickly, you gulp down what was in your mouth
>it slides down your throat and you look over to Coco
>she doesn’t seem to want to swallow, and her eyes close, but nothing leaves her mouth
>”Swallow Coco…”
>you hear Anon say, looking down at her
>”I-I don’t know…”
>she says, looking up at him, a bit fearfully
>Anon’s face takes on a bit more of a serious look
>reaching down, he plugs Coco’s nose and shuts her mouth
>”Swallow.”

>Coco’s hind legs flail around a little, and her eyes widen
>however, you see her throat contract a little, and Anon pulls off
>”Well? Was that so bad?”
>Coco looks up to him, then looks down at his cock
>”I—I… I think I liked it… Is that bad?”
>you giggle a little, amused at her innocence
>”W-why are you laughing? I-is that bad?”
“No, no, just… A-are you a virgin Coco?”
>”N-no… I just-just never tried it before. You k-know I’m not a virgin yourself Ms. Suri.”
>before you realize, you blush a little, and look at her
“My mistake sweetie. I get a bit carried away sometimes, m’kay?”
>Anon, who had been passively watching, picks you up
“H-hey! Put me down!”
>he lifts you up, and places you onto his hips, sliding his shaft into your marehood
“Oooohh… N-never mind, pick me up all you want…”
>next, Anon pulls the backdown Coco up on the bed
>then, he places her lips over his face, and starts nosing around inside Coco’s nethers
>looking down, you realize you’ve started thrusting onto his member, without even realizing
>slightly creepy, but also incredibly hot
>unf
>grabbing Coco’s from hooves, you pull her into a kiss as you bounce on Anon’s rod
>keeping her lips on yours is a bit of a challenge, and you knock her teeth once or twice, but you eventually fall into a rhythm
>Anon’s cupping his hands on your plot, and as you push down, he pulls down, thrusting his rod into you


>each time, you let out a little squeak into Coco’s mouth, who is doing the same
>soon, you start clenching yourself around his cock, and feel a bit of a rush coming on
>you break from lip lock and start bouncing with more intensity, head turned towards the ceiling
>you greedily shove his full length inside, and push harder and harder
>finally, you seize up for a second, and euphoria fills your brain
>your mind goes blank for a second, then as you gently fade back to reality, you feel Anon still shoving his cock into you
>but after a few seconds, you feel him stop, then hold you to him, something warm filling your crotch
>you daintily slide off him, and lie on his chest, pushing Coco off him
>she tries to balance, but with her hooves tied together, she can’t break the fall
>she falls to the side of the bed with a small yelp
>you lie on his chest, letting his cock gently pulsate on the base of your tail
>giving him a grin, you pull him into a quick kiss, before nuzzling your face into his chest
>next to the two of you, Coco struggles with her restraints
>”Co-could one of you please untie me? It’s starting to hurt…”
“Yeah just giv—“
>your body starts to feel strangely light, like you’re floating
>yet you’re still lying on top of Anon
>looking at him, he seems to be feeling the same thing
>”Suri? Any ide—“
>your view suddenly shoots into tunnel vision, and the outsides fade to a dull white
>you’re rushing upwards, and a hole of vision is shooting towards you


>and you’re back in your body, an annoyed Twilight standing over you
>”I realize you got drunk, but that’s no cause to go into someone else’s house and start fucking. Much less nearly rape her into a threesome. Honestly… It’s not the worst I’ve seen, but still…”
“Eh, she said yes, and I’m pretty sure she enjoyed it. Why’d you pull us out?”
 >”Why? Why do you think? I fall asleep for five… Alright, twenty minutes…”
“Alright, alright, thanks for the offer Twi. Is there ah… I’m guessing you’re saving now, so… Any chance I might see you again? I mean, I know you exist, so there’d be no reason not to.”
>”Eh, I’m not sure to be honest. There’s a lot more experiments to be done, so I’ve no idea to be honest. We want to test mental facilities, and uh, other facilities, but you a lll seem to be figuring those out pretty well. I guess it’s a case of ‘Don’t call us, We’ll call you.’”
“That sounds a hell of a lot like I won’t see you again. Also, what was the worst I might ask?”
>”Fuck, someone who was placed as an Octavia lookalike caused a host of trouble. Discord got involved, and let’s just say they overstayed their welcome. Not exactly their fault, but… Anyway, to answer your other question, there’s a good chance, but nothing I can guarantee. Have a wonderful night Anon. Until we meet again.”
“Y-you too.”
>And with that, Twilight teleported away, muttering something under her breath