Anon the Alcoholic

>It's been months since you came to this world
>You're still not really sure how it happened, but it did
>One moment you were spanking your salami, the next you were laying on a stone table surrounded by hooded equines
>And to make a long story short, the place got raided, you were captured, and the ponies, who you would later learn to be cultists, were forcefully reeducated
>After being poked and prodded by horsey fun time scientists with admittedly cute names, you were put into the care of a miss Twilight Sparkle
>This apparent 'Princess of Friendship' had a pretty bomb-ass house, but was a massive control freak
>Every time you were out of your room, she would bombard you with a new series of questions
>And to make matters worse, she wouldn't let you out of the castle without first getting her permission
>Which required a long-ass form to be filled out, and she would only let you go at certain times of day and with Spike by your side
>She said it was to help integrate you, but you were never too fond of eating bullshit
>So, you spent most of your time blackout drunk, having a nearly endless supply of alcohol thanks to your convincing of Twilight that it keeps your people from shriveling up like a raisin
>And thank god this world had tobacco
>You've been a smoker for quite a while, having picked up on it as a teenager
>What started as edgy faggotry turned into a habit you keep up to this day
>Of course, your teeth were shit and since this world had no breath mints, so was your breath
>But it's not like you have much social contact anyways
>So, this was your life
>You spent your days drinking and smoking yourself to death on a diet of fish, cheese and bread
>And a shit ton of apples

>"Aaanooon!"
>"Aaaanooon!"
>You can just barely hear someone calling out your name
>"Aanooon!"
>But you don't care
>You're staring out your window, watching all the ponies outside and laughing way too hard at their wacky antics
>One of them is trying to balance on a balloon
>Another keeps having her chips stolen by birds
>You find these way funnier than they have any right to be
>"ANON!"
>You hear your door slam open and turn to see an annoyed bookhorse standing in your doorway
>"Do you know how many times I called out your name?"
"Do you know that go fuck yourself? I'm busy."
>Your speech is very clearly impaired and there's bags under your eyes
>She simply sighs and her expression turns neutral
>"Anyways, Anon,as you probably don't know, your needs are expensive.
>"While it may not be like that back in your home, alcohol and tobacco are expensive here."
>You recall telling her that booze and cigarettes are cheap commodities on Earth
>And then having to explain to her what cigarettes are, since these folk exclusively use pipe tobacco
>"So, in order to blah blah burden blah blah integration blah bah help you..."
>You don't really care enough to listen and just stair at a tuft of fur on her forehead that is slightly longer than the rest of her coat
>You never noticed that before
>Do they style it like they do their manes?
>As you begin to wonder what kind of coat care products they sell here, she slaps you with her magic
"Bitch!"
>"Do you want to go through with this? Again I assure you that the process is completely safe, and-"
>You have no idea what she's talking about but you want her out of your hair
"Yeah, whatever, fuckitidonfuckincare."
>"Anon, I can't understand you when you slur."
"I said yes dammit!"
>She claps her hooves with glee
>"Wonderful! Now, just follow me and we can get this over with."
>You climb down a long flight of stairs, and by the time you reach the bottom, you're wheezing
>That's what drugs do to you, Billy

>Well, drugs and never exercising ever
>At least, not since you got here
>But even back home you had a pot belly
>You follow her into the kitchen where she presents you with a glass bottle full of some pink liquid
>"Here it is. Just drink the whole-"
>You snatch the bottle and down it as quickly as you can
>Fuck yeah, you're cool
>You feel dizzy and it's getting hard to stand
>Twilight presents a chair for you to sit in, and you accept by collapsing into it
"Twilight I donfeesogood."
>She doesn't seem to care, a cheerful smile is plastered on her face
>"No worries Anon, just relax."
>You follow her advice and sooth your tensed muscles
>And everything after that is just a blank

>Your eyelids fling open
>Everything feels... wrong
>You can see that you're lying in your bed
>You really have to pee
>Something brushes up against your leg
>Thinking it's that cockroach bastard that's bee evading you for a little over a week, you tear your covers off and get ready to smack the bastard
>However, the sight you are presented with is far more shocking than a comically large cucaracha
>You see two stubby little green pony legs and a long black tail
>And these legs are attached to you
>You are taken aback and jump out of your bed, scrambling into the bathroom to look in the mirror
>You see a small, cute looking filly with a light green coat, dark green eyes, and a long black mane staring back at you
>And a set of wings complete the ensemble
>You aren't really sure what to do other than what anyone else would in your situation
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
>You run out of the bathroom and practically fly down the stairs
>Twilight should be in her study, so that's the first place you check, opening the doors with a slam
"TWILIGHT!"
>She looks up from the book she was reading and grins at you
>"Well aren't you just the cutest thing!"
"What the fuck happened!"
>"Watch your mouth or I'll wash it out with soap."
"What did you do to me?!"
>"You'd know if you'd listened. Well, probably not even then. I used the biggest, most complex words I knew on purpose, you know."
"That's not fair, man!"
>"You know what else isn't fair? Having to use research grant money to pay for your habits. Yes, habits. I found you out."
>Your eyes widen at the statement, but you turn your head up and sneer
"I don't know what you're talking about."
>"You don't know about your dying liver and blackened lungs?"
>Silence
>"Consider this both a punishment and a gift. You are my child now, my adopted little girl, and you will abide by my rules. Any more trickery and I'll have to take disciplinary action."

>"You will live somewhat like a normal pony. You will go to school, make friends, go to parties, all of it. And to top it off, you have just been saved from an early death. Your new body is healthy, and the only complications are the mental adjustments you will have to make.
>"Any questions?"
>You sit for a moment
"Go eat a grilled dick sandwich, cun-"
>You are encased in magic and brought into the nearest rest room
>Your mouth is pried open by booksmart's magic aura and she crams a bar of soap inside it
>One vicious scrubbing later and she sets you back down
>"No warnings. You are my filly now."
>She says and walks off, leaving you to contemplate your situation
>You suppose it could be worse, given the fact that everything you hve ever done to destroy your body is now nullified
>Though you wonder why you had to be a filly
>You look down and confirmed that Mr Johnson was gone
>And then remembered that you really, really had to take a piss

>Peeing was a strange experience
>You weren't sure if it was because of your new weapon of war, or if it was because you're now a horse
>But it was definitely weird
>It dawns on you that you would never again be able to write your name in snow
>Not with your urine, anyways
>This was a sobering realization, and sober was something you did not want to be right now
>You head back upstairs, your little legs making the climb somewhat difficult, and check your closet for some of applehorse's sexy cider
>To your dismay, you find nothing inside
>Purplecunt must've moved it into the kitchen or basement or something
>No way she'd just throw out so much liquor like that
>In the kitchen there is nothing, and there's a lock on the cellar
>Okay, maybe she has them in her room
>You slip into Twilight's bedroom and find a wine bottle under her bed
>It's no cider, but it'll do
>You take the bottle into your room and uncork it
>Just a little sip was all it took to make your throat burn like the nine hells
>Burning was the last of your worries, though
>Soon enough everything in your stomach decided to abandon ship and you puked violently all over the wall and carpet
>You drop the bottle and the crimson liquid begins to spread out over the floor
>You clutch your belly when the vomit stops, only for it to start right back up again
>This fucking sucks

>When all is said and done, you lay down on your back, in a pool of puke and wine
>Your insides feel like they were just run over by a semi made of razor blades
>And it smells like a public bathroom in here
>You hear thumps coming up the stairs
>Oh shit it's Twilight, she's going to beat the shit out of you for this
>You scramble to your feet- er, hooves- and begin to look around the room for something to hide or clean this up with
>Aha!
>You yank your blanket off the bed and throw it on the floor
>Haha, she'll never figure it out
>You hear a knock on the door
"Come in."
>You say, forelegs crossed and wearing a smug smile
>Oh, it's just Spike
>"Sweet Celestia, what happened in here?!"
>You just realized that the wall and your mane were still covered in vomit and the wine bottle was making a clear lump under the blanket
>Shit
>"Anon, what did you do!"
>Wait, how did he know you were Anon?
"Wait, how did you know I'm Anon?"
>"Twilight told me what happened. Now what did you do? Are you sick? Should I get help?"
"NO!"
>You yell, and then chuckle nervously
>"No, no, everything's fine here, really, ehe."
>This has got to be a side effect or something, I've gotta got tell Twilight!"
>He rushes off before you can stop him
>Oh fuck
>What are you going to do
>Another stroke of genius hits, and you throw the wine bottle out the window
>You make the most pathetic look you can and lay back down
>And then the roach shows up
>You stare at it
>It stares at you
"I don't have time for your bullshit right now, roach."
>It just sits there and gives you the dumbest fucking look
>You aren't sure how, but it does
>It's just so stupid and ugly
>Fuck you
"Fuck you."
>It starts moving towards the pool of vomit
>You leap up and try to smash it, but it moves out of the way and you only succeed in making a loud-ass bang
>It stares at you
>You glare at it
>You leap again but it scurries under your bed just in time for Twilight to come in
>"What in tartarus did you do?"

>You do your best to revert back to the earlier 'sick look'
>She isn't amused
>"So, is there any reason why my bottle of expensive Saddle Arabian wine almost killed the mail pony while we were talking?"
>Uh
"I dunno Twi, but I'm feeling really sick."
>"Didn't look like that a few seconds ago. You know, when you were jumping around like a donkey at the border?"
"Twilight please."
>You feel a tugging at your rear and see the tip of your tail enveloped in a magic aura
>Twilight begins to drag you towards her, lifting a paddle out of fucking nowhere
>Your feeling are a clash between fear and arousal
>She pushes your head down and raises your rump
>It feels like minutes before she finally deals the first blow
>Pain, but also pleasure
>You choke out a shrill cry as she keeps going
>Whack after whack, you feel a building fire in your loins
>As well as tears streaming down your face
>With one final whack, you scream turns into a loud moan, and fluid squirts out of your filthy private
>A wave of pleasure runs through your body, your rear legs twitch
>After a moment your muscles relax and you let out a sigh of relief
>Your expression turns to one of satisfaction, your tongue lolling outside your grinning mouth
>Twilight is utterly flabbergasted
>"You are... disgusting! What is WRONG with you?"
"Different strokes for different folks, sister."
>She drops you and shudders
>"You're a... a fucking pig!"
"C'mon bookhorse, watch your language. I'm just a little filly after all."
>"I just- Oh Celestia, just clean up this damn mess while I figure out what to do with you."
>She storms out of your room, leaving you to wallow in your mess
>Anon 1 Princess Fleshlight 0

>A week passes
>Your spanking incident is never to be brought up again under penalty of magically influenced time outs
>As were many things
>It's magically induced because if you dare try to leave, you get a painful- but harmless- shock
>Magic space fields and that
>You've decided to play along with Twilight, at least for the time being
>Today she finally feels comfortable reintroducing you to her friends
>Primarily to apologize for all the sexual harassment towards them while you were still Anon the cunt destroyer
>But also to begin your assimilation into pony society
>"Oh Annie!"
>Twilight must be calling you out of your room
>That was your new name
>Annie
>The orphan that Twilight generously adopted
>Well, not to the rest of her inner circle, but to everyone else
>You descend the stairs into her 'judgement room' as you liked to call it, and were surrounded by the elements of harmony sitting in their faggy chairs
>"Well I think she's absolutely darling!"
>Chirped rarity
"Yeah, well go eat a..."
>Twilight glares at you, causing you to falter
"A sandwich."
>Rarity giggles
>"So girls, this is Annie. I already debriefed you on why she's no longer Anon, so now's the time to get to know her."
"Why? It's not like anything's changed mentally."
>"We're going to have to throw her a party to celebrate her new body! It'll be like a birthday, except it's a... uh..."
>Pinkie trails off, scratching her chin
>"Sooo, does she know how to fly yet?"
>Rainbow Dyke's up to bat
"No, and I intend to figure it out for myself."
>"You won't get very far. I mean, I could do it, but then again I'm the most talented flyer in all of Equestria, and I was born with that."
>"I'd say that Appebloom has a new friend for her little group, but I don't feel very comfortable having Anon- er, Annie around any youngins."
>Well fuck you too Applejack
>"It's gotta happen one way or another. I've got to send her to school, otherwise she'll just get commandeered by a social worker."

>Yeah what she said
>Your children will never be safe, not as long as Twilight keeps me in the public education system!
>"Surely she has some winter wear, yes? Winter is coming up after all! Ooh, her form is perfect for modeling!"
>You shudder at the thought
>Moneygrubbing dress jewess, always looking for an opportunity to make a sale
>"We'll get that figured out, before it becomes a problem."
"So is there anything of substance to happen here or are you guys just gonna ogle at me and speak like I'm not here?"
>It seemed like it would be the latter
>An hour passed before you were finally dismissed
>The chattering harpies had gotten their fill and you decided to go see if Spike was up to anything interesting
>You find him on one of the many balconies, looking through a telescope
>Which was strange since it's noon
"You know, back in my world, we had telescopes in space."
>He looks a bit startled by your presence and turns around to face you
>"Oh, hey Anon."
>He was the only person calling you by your real name, which pleased you
>Spike is definitely less of a cunt than his caretaker
"What are you looking at?"
>"Just a couple making love under a bridge."
>Jesus Spike
"Jesus Spike."
>"Don't tell me you never had to work to find things to masturbate to in your world."
>Holy shit, you fucking perv you
"Well, actually..."
>You consider explaining the internet to him, but he looks like he's too busy enjoying himself
"Well, I guess I'll leave you to it then."
>You turn around and fuck off, and hear something click on the other side of the door
>Seriously Spike, what the fuck
>You're like 4
>Fucking dragons, man

>Another day passes
>Titlit says she's sending you off to school in a few days
>Might this be your opportunity to wreak havoc?
>Around the time you ate breakfast, which was a fabulous meal of shitty fucking grass and oats in bowl, your front hooves began to shake
>Your stomach felt like it flipped inside out and did a somersault
>Everything felt wrong again
>What's happening
>You begin to sweat profusely
>You can hear a ticking, but nothing is around that can tick
>Spike is at the table with you, and notices something's going on
>"You alright man?"
>You look up at him, chewing on your mane
"I-I-I'm n-not sure."
>"Uh, I'm gonna go get Twilight."
>She says you're suffering from alcohol withdrawal
>Which didn't make sense considering how long ago it was since you last had a drink
>You brought up this point, and she shot it down with theories about magical bullshit
>You didn't really care
>You felt really cold
>She gives you a pitied look
>You rub your shoulders and she moves in to comfort you with her embrace
>It's warm, which feels nice
>Your teeth are chattering and breaths heavy
>Your forearms tighten around her, and the both of you just sit there a while
>She occasionally rocks you to the side
>She genuinely feels bad for you, it seems
>She tells spike to fetch her a bottle of some medicine with a retarded name and forces that shit down your throat
>It's not like you protest, though
>More of a lack of participation
>So there you are
>In her hooves
>Your body tense and shaking

>Be Twilight
>You're climbing the stairs to Annie's room
>Yesterday she started experiencing the alcohol withdrawal
>You've left her wrapped around a pillow for most of the day
>You've been giving her snake oil tablets and have debated taking her out to the park or something
>This type of withdrawal isn't very covered by the doctors of Equestria, so giving her snake oil and fresh air is the only thing you can really think of doing
>The standard procedure for a lot of mostly unexplored ailments
>You push open her door and see her just as she was an hour before
>Only her wings were having minor spasms
"Annie, we're going to go outside a while, get you some fresh air."
>No response, all you can hear are her teeth clacking together
>You move towards her bed and rouse her from her rest
>She looks like hell
>You knew the withdrawal would be severe, but it was worth it to save her from herself
"Come on Annie, fresh air is good for the soul."
>She looks over at you
>Her eyes are bloodshot, she hasn't been blinking
>You tear the pillow away from her chest with your magic, and she gives a weak meep in protest
"Come along, I promise it will help."
>You can't promise that
>But a right mind should do her some good
>She rises from the bed, her movements imprecise and jerky
"There we go, now just bear with me down the stairs."
>"F-fuck off."
"Annie!"
>You try to scold her, but falter when she looks up at you
>She is staring daggers straight into your eyes
>Maybe it's best to put this off for later
>She follows you outside, struggling on the staircase more than once
>The sun is shining bright and there's not a cloud in the sky
>Your request to Rainbow Dash seems to have been accepted
>You lead Annie in a trot about Ponyville
>It's Monday, so most ponies are busy working and the foals are at school
>Your walk eventually takes you to the park, where you take a seat in the grass with Annie
"Nature is rather beautiful, is it not?"
>"I was alw-ways an inside person."

>There's an awkward silence for a moment
>"I'm g-going to go rest under that t-tree. Alone."
>More alone time shouldn't hurt
"Alright, just stay within earshot."
>"Yeah."
>She walks off without a second glance
>She seemed so affectionate yesterday
>It honestly hurt you how she was acting
>But this has got to be a rough time for her, you just need to show compassion
>At least for the time being

>Be Anon
>Fuck this bitch
>You are going to go where you don't have to fucking look at her
>You're still cold, so maybe it was a bad idea to pick a shady tree, but fuck it
>You don't want to turn back
>So there you are
>Sitting under a tree, alone with your thoughts
>Sitting is still awkward, but you're not about to stand up
>Not in your state
>You look down at your shaky hooves
>You're a fucking wreck
>And it's all bookcunt's fault
>Referring to you as Annie was still as humiliating as ever, and only added insult to injury
>You wish you had something to calm your nerves
>Booze will only fuck you up, but you still had you pipe back home
>Maybe if you could just swipe some tobacco off one of the ponies in town...
>Your thoughts are interrupted by the sudden approach of two cunts about your size
>One pink, one grey
>"Oh great, lookie here Silver, another blank flank. Just what this town needed."
>Her tone is very obviously mocking and sarcastic
>"Do you think she'll join those other freaks with their little cutie mark cult?"
"Shouldn't you t-two be in s-school?"
>"Shouldn't you? And who gave you permission to talk, you will speak when spoken to!"
>This pink fucker is already getting on your nerves
"Fuck off c-cunt."
>They both look angry and disgusted
>"Watch your language with me you diseased peasant!"
>She slaps you across the face
>Hard
>She goes on to say something else, but you don't care to hear
>You stand right up and punch the bitch in her whore mouth
>She screams obscenities as her lackey is upon you

>What happens next could hardly be described as a fight
>The two don't even give you the chance to get up, choosing to kick and stomp you while you were down
>They hit you everywhere
>Ribs, chest, face
>One of the fuckers even gets you in the ass
>They are literally kicking your ass
>Get up you fucking faggot

>Be Twilight
>You just heard screaming from the other side of Annie's tree
>And when you rushed over, you saw the two local schoolyard bullies wailing on her
>You quickly and forcefully detained them with your magic and began to berate them with questions, like what they were doing out of school, who they thought they are, etc
>You know they've been trouble for Applebloom and friends for a while
>But this is different
>These pieces of shit are fucking with the wrong filly

>Be Anon again
>The beating stopped, and you didn't bother to learn why or how
>You clutched your face and turned away from the duo
>That hurt like a bitch
>You can feel tears building up in your eyes
>Why are you such a pussy all of a sudden
>Come on Anon, you've had worse
>Tears stream down your face
>Your body hurts all over
>Your shaking has intensified
>You can practically feel the last shred of pride drain from your body
>You sit and sob quietly until smarthorse plops you on her back and you are on your way

>Twilight brings you home and lectures you about violence and other gay shit while she cleans you up
>You didn't notice before, but your nose was leaking blood like a waterfall
>You don't really pay attention to Twilight, instead thinking about what you could've done better
>Maybe throw sand in their eyes before you started hitting pink bitch?
>You catch yourself chewing on your hooves
>You feel like you've met them before, or maybe just knew about them
>That feeling has been following you for a while, resurfacing with just about everyone you met
>Weird
>Anywho, Twilight decides to just bathe you and call it a day
>You expected her to let you do it yourself, as you have been
>But no, she seems to think you're incapable
>Which you might be, considering you couldn't even hold a loofah
>You think you might as well just sit and let Twilight do the work
>Never in your life have you felt more useless
>Oh well, at least the bath water is warm
>You might be even more humiliated than usual, but that doesn't stop you from feeling nice and comfy

>Be Twiliot
>Annie seems a lot more obedient than usual
>You expected at least some protest to bathing her yourself
>But you got none
>You didn't want something to happen while she was alone in the water
>You bundle her in a towel to dry her, and it looks like she drifted off right then and there
>It's only 4 though
>It's probably nothing
>She's just had a long day is all
>You had to admit, for someone puking and swearing everywhere just a week ago, she was pretty adorable
>Even if she is still shaking
>You put her to bed and head to your story
>You were going to draft a fierce letter to those pesky fillies' parents

>Be Anon
>You seem to be in an endless plane of rolling hills
>You also seem to have your old body back
>A single tree stands out among the grass
>Under that tree you are relieved to find a pack of smokes and a 40
>But the moment you light the first cigarette you are suddenly tiny again
>The sky is suddenly dark
>The sun has been blotted out by a giant Twilight, looking down at you with an angry look
>The wind starts to pick up
>You fall on your knees and ask her for forgiveness, when you hear a sudden cackling behind your tree
>The two ponies from the park, now warped and twisted into almost dragon-like shapes, emerge from the shadows
>The grey one grabs one of your back legs with her tail while the other uses you as a punching bag
>You scream out for Twilight's help, but she isn't paying attention

>You wake up in a cold sweat
>There's a wet feeling around your crotch
>You lift the covers to find that you've pissed the bed
"Sh-shit."
>That's nasty, Anon
>You crawl out of bed, the draft from the nearby window making your wet legs feel like they should be covered in icicles
>Not knowing what else to do, you head towards Twilight's room
>You push open the door expecting to wake a sleeping purpleslut only to find Spike vigorously masturbating with one of Twilight's brushes pressed against his nose
>You duck out before he notices you
>Seriously Spike
>Christ on roller skates
>You little deviant
>You suppose you're in no place to judge, but holy hell he's way too fucking young for that
>Maybe she'll be in her study?

>Be Twilight
>You awaken at your desk, a small line of drool oozing from your mouth and onto your parchment
>You fell asleep reviewing the castle's expenses again
>You wipe your face and look over to the tugging at your leg
>It's Annie
>She peed the bed
>Not what you were expecting, but you did give her the body of a five year old
>You tell her to go rinse herself off in the shower while you take care of the sheets yourself
>In your tired haze you didn't even think about assisting her in the bathroom
>Spike is snoring awfully loud tonight
>You should investigate that later

>Be Anon
>This sucks ass
>You were on the verge of tears again
>What the fuck are you doing
>You aren't really a little filly, so why are you acting like one?
>You've rarely had nightmares your whole life
>You didn't wet the bed when you were little
>And you never cried like a little bitch
>At least, you think
>You freeze for a moment
>What did you do back in your world?
>You can remember working somewhere in retail
>And being a voracious pervert
>But that's about it
>Wait, no, you lived with a cousin
>Jack, right?
>No, Jack was your uncle
>Who was arrested for being a domestic terrorist
>You'd probably be more distressed if you were in the mood to give a shit
>Whatever
>Back to washing this piss off

>A few days have passed, and you're beginning to feel much better
>You're no longer cold all the time, and you can actually hold shit
>Twilight has taken you out to the park again, but on the way back home decided to bring you to Sugarcube Corner
>She seems awfully happy today
>She insists that you go in first
>Whatever
>Bitch just too lazy to get the door herself
>You give it a shove and are instantly assaulted by a wave of cheering and noisemakers
>"Happy Magical Life-Saving Interspecies Transformation Punishment Day, Annie!"
>It's Pinkie
"What?"
>She giggles and picks you up, bringing you into a way-too-tight hug and setting you on a stool
>There's a massive fucking cake in front of you
>It's decorated with lime green and pink frosting
>You feel a party hat get plopped on your head
>You look around the room to see the elements of harmony standing by
>And Spike
>Lil nigga better have washed his hands
>The cake is topped with a single candle
>Fuck it
>Might as well enjoy yourself
>You blow it out and the festivities begin

>They were insistent on playing pin the tail on the ape
>At first you thought it was a jab at you and were a bit reluctant, but you came to like it
>Repetitive as it was
>Dash tried to show you how to properly flap your wings
>You managed to knock over a candelabra and nearly set the building on fire, which was as hilarious as it was frantic
>Mainly because of Rarity
>It wasn't even that big a fire, but she shoved everyone out of the building while Applejack put it out with a single cup of water
>The cake was the fucking shit
>You ate enough to give yourself diabetes 3 times over
>It just never seemed to end
>Then there was the disco
>It seemed that particular style of music was still alive here
>Or at least it was to Pinkie
>And that shit really was magical, because you all caught the boogie fever

>The party ended when you puked your guts out on the floor
>Eating so much sugar was admittedly a bad idea
>Twilight took you and Spike home, much to the dismay of Pinkie, and put you to bed
>You don't know how long you laid there and stared at the ceiling, but it felt like forever
>You wondered if you'd ever get used to hooves
>Or the feeling of wings
>You'll be able to fly one day
>That'll be fucking rad
>You can pick up bitches from the sky
>Oh wait
>You don't have a dick anymore
>That particular fact is surprisingly easy to forget
>Whatever
>You're finally getting tired
>You feel a bit dizzy, too
>You can't see too well

>Be Twittums McSpikkums
>You were fixing yourself a sandwich when you began to hear loud sounds coming from Annie's room
>Sounds like she's jumping on the bed
>Or masturbating
>You remember walking in on her back when she was Anon
>He did it all the time
>You just couldn't stop him
>Well you can't have that, not now
>Libido like that isn't healthy for a growing filly!
>You begin to stamp up the stairs, and can hear muffled moans
>Annie you little shit
>You slam her doors open to find her convulsing on the bed
>Her face is covered in drool and her legs are bending in awkward positions
>Sweet Celestia, she's having a seizure

>You open your eyes to blinding white light
>After sitting up and rubbing them, you look around to see you're in a hospital room
>Oh damn
>What happened?
>You look to your right forearm to see an IV drip embedded into your skin
>You didn't expect that, considering the general medieval feel of the town
>You're still shaking
>The feeling of cold has returned
>So everything is still shit
>You see the door on the other side of the room open up and a snow white pony with pink hair enter the room
>"Oh good, you're up! There's someone waiting on you, I'll go get her."
"Who?"
>You ask, but she is already out the door
>You sigh and let yourself fall back down
>This mattress feels like rubber and smells like shit and sadness
>Great
>A few moments pass and you see Rarity enter with a concerned look on her face, but it softens when she sees you
>"Annie, darling, are you alright? Can you speak?"
"Where's Twilight?"
>"The princess requested her to come to Canterlot, Twilight said it was an emergency."
"So, why am I here?"
>"You had a seizure. I'm not sure what it means, but from what the doctors said it was awful. Shaking and flailing and screaming and-"
"Yeah, I'm familiar with seizures. You don't need to explain."
>There's a long silence before the nurse comes in again
>"You're going to need to sign a few papers..."
>She takes Rarity down the hall and you are left only with the whir of the lights
>They look out of place for this town
>You roll over and look out the window

>They let you out a day later
>You were going home with Rarity, since Twilight apparently didn't feel comfortable leaving you alone with Spike while she was out of town
>You weren't sure who she didn't trust
>You were shown around the boutique
>Looked cozy enough
>You'd be staying in a guest bedroom
>There was a cat you tried to pet, but the cunt tried to slice your face off
>Fuck you too cat
>Cats are gay anyways

>In the backyard it was pretty neat
>Nice and calm
>The sun felt fucking great
>The birds were chirping their melodious sex tunes
>You hear a warm 'hey there' from behind
>You turn to see it's just Sweetie Belle
>You'd seen Rarity's sister around when you first came here, and were quickly barred from ever speaking to her again
>It was just an egg, and she's gotta learn some day
>Overreacting cunts
>Rarity threw a fucking sewing machine at you that day
>"I haven't seen you around before, my name's Sweetie Belle. Rarity said you'll be staying here for a night or two."
"I'm... Annie. N-nice to meet you."
>"Are you sick or something?"
>You considered being offended but then remembered you looked like an ad for domestic violence
"Uh, yeah, you could say th-that."
>"What's wrong with you?"
>You sit for a second
"I have an exotic and h-highly infectious d-deadly disease that will make your insides r-rot and brain turn to mush."
>She giggles
>"Nice try, but if you were infectious, Rarity wouldn't let you stay here."
>She says matter-of-factly

Fucking done writing that stutter shit, just imagine it

"Fine. You got me. I have a virus that turns me into a giant wolf at night, and I crave pony flesh."
>She giggles again
>"You're funny. Where are you from?"
"You know that big city on the mountain?"
>"Canterlot?"
"Yeah, not there."
>She ponders the meaning of this for a moment
>She's really deep in thought
>Huh
>Well, that's something
>You stand up to leave
>"Hey wait, where are you going?"
"I'm tired. Gonna call it quits for the night."
>"But it's only 4."
>You stretch out your legs and crack your back
>You've been sitting out here for a while
>Sweetie Belle looks at your ass and the single wheel in her brain starts turning
>Out of nowhere this bitch practically tackles you
>"Omigoshomigoshomigosh! You're a blank flank too? Why didn't you say so I gotta show you to-"
>You stop listening to focus on the pain in your gut as she looms over you
>Either she's a lot stronger than she looks or you're even weaker than you thought
>You feel like crying
>Wait
>What
>It's not even that bad
>Sweetie Belle seems to notice your discomfort and realizes she's the cause
>She backs off with a sheepish grin
>"Ehe, sorry about that. It's just that you would be perfect for this group I'm in-"
"Listen here nigger, I may have come to this place in a cult but I will not leave in one!"
>She raises an eyebrow
>"What's a nigger?"
>Oh yeah
>Hm
"It's the nicest thing you could ever call a person. A nigger is an intelligent, confident, attractive and all around great guy. It's common in my homeland to great strangers with the phrase 'Hello, aids-infested nigger'."
>"Oh! Can I try?"
"Be my guest."
>"How are you nigger?"
"No, no, more emphasis on the 'n'. Say it louder, too."
>"Hello, Nigger!
"Louder."
>"HELLO NIGGER!"
"There we go, that's the ticket."

>They're just like they are in the show
>Of course, you didn't depict the dungeon to be this dreary, but at least everyone was accommodating
>All these eggheads were pretty okay, a bit invasive, but they were nice
>You singled out the ones that might suck your dick for science earlier, so you have that to look forward to
>But right now you gotta focus on bookhorse and sunbutt, who look pretty unnerved
"So, what's this about then? I was just about to describe to your scholars here what a fleshlight is."
>They look at each other
>"Do you know how you got here?"
"No, but I'm sure it has something to do with the bleach and cultists."
>You'd just decided to end it all after your house had foreclosed and your life was ruined when you got here
>You don't remember drinking it, but it had to have happened at some point
>When you woke up you had your own little entourage of cultists in blood red coats
>And then some cunts in white armor showed up and captured you
>You weren't sure if you should be flattered or terrified, but in the end you decided that it doesn't fucking matter
>Your every whim was being catered to in here
>Well, except for going out and getting some fresh air
>They won't let you outside
>Oh well
>Outside is for fags
>It's where all the fucking normies are
>You shudder at the thought
>"Bleach?"
"It's a sacred drink for my people, it invigorates us and gives us life. Magical and shit."

>Be Twilight
>Oh Celestia he even talks like him
"Can I ask your name?"
>"It's Anon, sweetums."
>You don't know what this means or why it's happening, but Celestia is clearly disturbed
>So it can't be good
>Celestia excuses the both of you and brings you to around the corner of the corridor
>"There is occult magic afoot. That's the only way I can explain both this and the surges of energy that have been so frequent lately."
>That can't be good

>"I am placing this new Anon under your care, in addition to the other one, while Luna and I figure out just exactly what's going on."
>You recall that you have yet to send your monthly report, and as such Celestia knows not of the other human's current state
>"Keeping him in the dungeon would be a cruel injustice for a feeling creature, but keeping him here in Canterlot would only result in public unease.
>"Spend the night here if you wish, you don't have to take off immediately. I have already changed your castle's allowed budget to accommodate for the new resident."
>She sighs, and then smiles
>"Well, I'd best be off. I have my duties to tend to. Do as you will, you are dismissed."

>That night you lie awake in your old room in the castle, pondering the meaning of the most recent developments
>You admittedly didn't know much about most of the forbidden magics, and thus did not understand the princess' concerns
>But she was the wisest pony in the land, and it's reasonable to say that if she thinks something is wrong, then who are you to say otherwise
>She did have over a thousand years of experience to fall back on
>You begin to wonder what she'd think of Annie
>Of course, transforming her was reasonable
>Had you not, she would've surely died an all too early death
>You begin to wonder about the withdrawal
>You'd thought she might be fortunate enough to avoid the effects, with a new body practically appearing out of thin air
>Perhaps the effects were entirely psychological?
>You should start looking further into this
>Unfortunate as her position is, it would be a shame to pass up such a potential learning experience


>Be FillyAnon
>You awaken in a cold sweat
>Your breaths are heavy and you feel exhausted
>You aren't sure what you were just dreaming about, but you know it was terrifying
>You calm yourself down just enough to realize how utterly dark your room is
>Nothing makes it past the inky blackness
>You can't even see your hoof in front of your face
>A feeling of utter helplessness begins to build inside you
>A knot forms in your throat
>You feel your heart start to pick up speed once more
>Fuck Anon, it's just the dark
>You try to console yourself to no avail with thoughts of how many other times you've been in the dark with no incident
>You can feel something peering right at you
>You sink under the covers, to hide yourself fro whatever was out there
>There's nothing but you in here you fucking retard
>You and a billion monsters lurking in the shadows
>Waiting for you to leave the safety of the blanket
>To let your guard down only for a second longer
>Minutes pass, though they feel like hours
>You relax after a long period of a whole lot of nothing
>See faggot? There's nothing to be af-
>THUMP
>You let out a scream and scramble towards the light switch
>Surely whatever foul beast in the darkness will be vanquished by a small, insignificant electric light bulb
>You manage to reach the switch, untouched by the monster but knowing its claws are licking at your heels
>As you flick on the bulb and turn around, you are pleased to see nothing of interest
>You scan the room and see nothing out of place
>You fucking pussy
>You turn around to turn the lights back off only to come face-to-face with a demon skeleton dragon monster from the deepest pits of hell
"COCKMUNCHING SHITNIGGERS!"
>You fall on your ass and are subjected to the maniacal laughter of the beast
>It raises it's foul hand to grab a previously unnoticed zipper at the top of its head

>It yanks it down to reveal a significantly less terrifying (but still creepy) patchwork of various animal parts
>"Boo!"
>It shouts before breaking down into a fit of laughter
"Discord you fucking nigger!"
>You press your hoof to your chest to feel your heart working at 5000% capacity
>If you were shaking before, you were half certain you were about to lose shape and collapse into a pile of ooze now
>His laughing ceases and he adopts an indignant look
>"Well that's a fine way to greet a friend you've kept out of the loop. Tell me missy, how long has THAT been there, hmm?"
>Disembodied bird feet hold up one of your lower legs while he points to your cunt
"It's only been a few weeks you utter faggot!"
>"And what is with that stutter! Have the other children at school been picking on you, dearest Anonymous? Have you developed self-esteem issues, are you terrified of social contact?"
"How the fuck did you even know I was here?"
>"Always with the hows and whys, with you and every other pony in this confounded town!"
>You didn't know Discord all too well
>You have hazy memories of pissing off Twilight together, before getting into a fight with him over something trivial and then vowing to never speak to him again
>Of course, you wouldn't uphold that promise, considering you didn't even remember what it was
>"Speaking of ponies, I'm totally digging the new bod."
>The legs disappear and leave you to fall on your face
"You can have it if you want, I liked my old one better."
>"Yes, I was a lot more fond of you when you were rotting inside out. You were a lot less grouchy then."
"Don't be a faggot. I mean, unless you can change me back, that is. Then you can be as big a faggot as you want."
>"Sorry friendo, I'd like to extend this vacation from stone for as long as possible, and I don't think your 'mother' would appreciate that."

"Don't call her that."
>"Would you like something more sterile? How about care unit? Lord regent? Legal guardian?"
>You sigh and roll your eyes
"Whatever. What's new with you?"
>You try to change the subject, already tired of the conversation
>"Oh, nothing really. Just been taking a look at the secret royal archives for any juicy international gossip."
"And?"
>"Nothing interesting, just some rather dull talks about unstable magic and worldwide cults. And, of course, all that trade nonsense that I don't even bother to read."
"Oh. Nothing cool then?"
>"Nope."
>"Ahem."
>You both look tot he now open doorway where Rarity stands
>She must've slipped in while you both weren't looking
>Or just you
>Discord clears his throat
>"Well, look at the time, I simply must be going!"
>He swirls in a cloud of smoke until nothing is there

>Be Anon
>Or, as you called yourself, Ohio
>You didn't want to accept the government's labeling system that your poor parents had been tricked into using
>You would've thought of something wittier, but realized that it would be too flashy, so you just went with the name of your home state
>That, and you couldn't think of anything good
>You don't know where you are, but you are out of the hands of whatever malevolent force brought you here
>You were in the custody of some kind of hooded group that could only be an illuminate sect
>Except they were horses
>And their defenses were rather lax
>You escaped a few nights ago under cover of darkness, after choking to death the one assigned to guard you
>They said you were their king and that they loved you, but you knew something was up
>It could only be a ruse
>But what kind of ruse would allow you to keep your gun and get away so easily?
>Obviously one engineered by the secret overlords
>Yeah, that's the only likely explanation
>You don't know what they're doing, but you're going to play along
>You're going to do the exact opposite of what they expect by doing what is expected