Nonsense [Anonfilly][Incomplete]

>Fuck. Everything.
>Fuck this body, Fuck this school, and more importantly fuck this goddamn universe you got stuck in.
>It couldn't have been like all the fun little stories you read on earth where you got held in an English speaking universe.
>Nor Spanish, French, Russian, or hell not even latin speaking one either.
>The phonetics and morphology didn't seem to follow a constant structure you could follow at all.
>Hell, everything from language, to math, science and more in this world, was upside down so pulling an "E.T phone home" moment where you use some b.s. a method like numbers, or smoke signals to explain yourself was out of the question.
>"Bleg o grang, dia and la phlam lam."
>It's not like they'd take you seriously anyway, seeing as you were stuck in the body of some horrifyingly green filly.
>Yeah, strip your manhood why don't they.
>As your head sat on the desk, you mopped as the taught had an odd combo of circles and triangles merged into some horrific contraption.
>As far as you know, they were either talking about trigonometry of some sort or basic shapes.
>Given that they stuck you in the class with all the other retards, likely the latter.
>Oh, yeah.
>They think you're mentally disabled.
>Turns out acting spastically in response to becoming said filly, and speaking a gibberish language to them will end you up on that list.
>As Cheerliee spoke nonsensically pointing to the various drawing she had on the board you browsed the small section of class surrounded by the normal ones around to look at those 'like' you.
>Mostly it consisted of a bunch of fillies that had empty stares, could barely move or spoke in squeals and moans.
>Although, you suppose it couldn't be all bad.
>As soon as you learn EVERYTHING again, you could continue to act special as an advantage.
>You could get want you to want, and act the way you want with little to no repercussions.
>And if you did they'd have to pass it off as "Oh, she can't help herself."
>Though, you wanted to test the boundaries now to ease this boredom.
>…
>Hey, don't be like that!
>As much as you hate being the retard. As soon you finish milking this, maybe you could pull off an 'unexpected miracle' and become normal.
>Although that assumes you'll ever become accustomed to their ways.
>So…
>What could you do start off? You have to set your expectations somewhere.
>As much as fucking around with the local populace would be, it'd be a hell of a lot more fun to actually know what they were saying so you'd know how to fuck with them.
>Seeing as human knowledge would do you no good in a world of magic and different sets of rules, you'd have to start from scratch and actually make an effort to learn the language.
>Looking at the board again, instead of the crazy morph of shapes, it now had series of symbols that incorporated an insane number of tiddles, tildes and other tit symbols.
>How long have you been dozing off?
>Was this English 101?
>Well it wouldn't be called English, now would it.
>Equestrian? Equusian? Whatever, maybe this would be a starting point you have to go off of to speak to them.
>Though with the plan of pretending to be retarded placed in the back of your head.
>”Gleeba?”
>Lifting your head up you see that Cheerilee was looking at you impatiently.
>Did she call you for something?
>Of course she did, she wouldn’t be looking so pissy if she didn’t.
“Uhhh…Sorry, no speaké English.”
>”Ugh…Blabba?”
>Asking another student, Tiara judging from her pink hue answered smugly while looking back at you.
>Good to know schools on this planet have insufferable cunts too.
>Makes screwing with others easier on yourself.
>Now to get through the class without being picked on.


>”You know I can’t believe some ponies would do such a filly…”
>Why did you have to find that thing.
“Uh huh.”
>”…I mean tossing an innocent filly into the Everfree like that…”
>All it did was take away from your tea time with Flutters.
“Yeah.”
>”…and the fact that they won’t come forward and be responsible it’s –it's despicable–…”
>It’s bad enough that pesky Book-buried princess made it your responsibility to find It’s home with the dumb ‘finders-keepers’ rule. She never did say you had to get it done quickly though.”
“Crazy.”
>”and it doesn’t exactly help that the poor thing can’t speak, let alone help itself.”
“Listen Fluttershy, it obvious this situation has opened up a can of worms…”
>You downed the last sip of newly created earthworms.
“….But you shouldn’t let it distract you from your everyday life. I mean it’s only a matter of time before it gets found.”
>She sighed, looking downtrodden momentarily before returning your gaze.
>”You’re right.”
“I know I’m right-“
>”I should help her too!”
“Exact- a whoseywhatsit?”
>Her sudden eagerness to join in the charade was all of a sudden, though not too far off unexpected.
>”Yeah. Why should I leave you all alone in helping her, it can be a team effort to make sure she gets home safe.”
>Although, she was the element of Kindness after all.
>But sheesh, she couldn’t show a little compassion for you and your need for companionship first.
>It’s been nothing but her, her, her, and not you, you, you.
>This get together has been something that’s too well orchestrated and made too emotionally ingrained to forego.
>Besides, taking care of something like that filly should be a snap.
>Speaking of which.
>SNAP!
>Half way to the door, you poofed in her way.
”Now let's not get too hasty here Fluttershy. I mean I think I can take care of a little filly all by myself. Anyways, they don’t call me the God of Chaos for nothing.”
>She gave smile as she pushed on.
>”Oh hush now, we can both do it together. Think of it as something we can do together to show everyone you’re good now. Plus you’ve been too couped up in my home to be healthy.”
>She was now pushing you with her out the door.
>SNAP!
>The doors instantly shuttered and chained themselves with cartoonishly large locks.
>She looked at you with a frustrated grin.
>"Discord…"
>Hopefuly you pushing her away from this doesn't force her to use 'The stare.'
>Continue on pressuring Fluttershy against the idea, or relent and go with it?
>Crossing your arms you return the glare.
"You don't trust me."
>Fluttershy backed off her glare first.
>"W-what?"
>Turning your head away with a snout pointed in the air you repeat.
"You don't trust me."
>She sighed.
>"DIscord, of course, I do. I just think-"
>Placing a claw out to stop her you begin to make your stake.
"No need Fluttershy dear, you're right. Who would even trust this old     Draconequus."
>Walking away, you fall into the chair. Sinking into it somberly.
>Giving a quick glance over, concern was starting to build its way onto Fluttershy's face.
"I mean, me saving an innocent filly and being the hero of the day for once –For once– is that too much to ask for."
>Huffing out a sigh, you slouch even further into your despair.
"But I suppose after reign chaos I unleashed. I suppose I'm unworthy of redemption."
>Guilt looked to be playing its way into her heart.
"Discord I-I didn't mean..."
>Becoming more and more distant, you look away.
>Now for the closing.
"Maybe this hero business isn't for me."
>A pause consumes the room.
>Followed by a sigh.
>"Alright, I'll let you go."
>In an instant you jump in joy, wrapping your claws around Fluttershy's neck in glee.
"Oh happy days, I knew you'd come around."
>She chuckled.
>"I keep forgetting I got to let you do your own thing from time to time."
>She sighs as you relent.
>"So... I'll let you try things your way. BUT..."
>But
>"Don't think I won't watch over you. If things get too out of hand-"
"Oh trust me Flutters it won't, I'm perfectly in control of everything."
>"...If it does get out of hand. Don't expect to have much control after that. I want you to be yourself, but we still can't you causing trouble after all the work you've put in."
>You wave off the insulation.
"Pssh, Puh-leaze, like I'd lose control over something as small as a filly."
>She gave you a condensing look as she shook her head.
>"You'd be surprised."

>SNAP
>Pulling up a bench, donning a long khaki trenchcoat and hat, you decided to wait outside while the little ones made their way out of school.
> It's at least a couple of minutes before school was let out, in the meantime you pulled out a fresh copy of the newspaper 'Equestria Daily.'
>Snapping on a pair of shades, you gave the paper a read to see what news may be going on through the world.
>Looking through the tabloids and new articles clearly showed desperation for excitement and hinged on being controversial.
"Is the cake addiction an out-of-control concern or simple trend by Celestia" Gah, what a trashy piece."
>As you read on through the various odd and boring articles, you couldn't help but feel someone boring holes into you.
>Pushing it aside you looked to see a brown, buck-toothed, scrawny filly pegasus looking at you with wonder.
>Gods, it like he never has seen an omnipresent and all-powerful being before.
>Even though you caught him in the act he was still meeting your gaze in curiosity.
>Take a picture kid, it'll last longer.
>You gave him a frown before getting back to your paper.
"I don't have any candy for you kid."
>Seems you had several options to pull with this kid.
>Mess with him and have a little fun before going off to deal with the bit of baggage, ignore him and wait for him to leave, or see if you could get the little thing out of school quicker.
> As much as how sensical it would be just to ignore the little runt, you were anything but sensical.
>With a bit an eye roll, you ask.
"What, looking for the big bad embodiment of chaos to do something crazy."
>He gave no response and just kept staring.
>At this point you were starting to wonder if he was either part goat or was merely dead.
>With a claw you reach behind his ear.
"Oh hey, what's this?"
>Out from behind the ear, you show him a bit, and with a bit fake awe coated with sarcasm, you complete the small trick.
"By gods! It's a bit, it seemed to be stuck behind your ear. Wow, you really should see a doctor about that."
>Hopefully the simple trick satisfied him as you threw the coin, now turned to dust, at his face.
"There. Satisfied? Now leave me alone."
>Returning back to your paper you'd hoped that'd sate the small colt.
>However, judging from the sounds of whispers and shuffling hooves. It could be only guessed that you'd drawn more attention with your unique physique.
>"What is he doing?"
>"Is here for somepony?"
>"I heard he can control ponies with his mind."
>" I've seen him flip an entire house before."
>"Momma told me him and Celestia are brother and sister."
>"Nuh Uh, I heard."
>In singsongy voice you decided to remind them of who they were talking about.
"~I'm right Here~."
>The murmurs and whisper only grew more in instability as your ability to focus was dwindling.
>In addition to that your patience was too.
>Go away, go away, go away.
>Come on go away, please.
>But as the voices continued to grow, so was your self-control.
>Giving a big sigh, seemed to momentarily silence them.
"You ponies do know what happens when you anger the god of chaos, do you?"
>No one answered.
"They become a…"
>With a sudden reveal, your glasses morphed into a freakishly sizeable green mask.
"MONSTER"
>All the fillies and colts gathered around did nothing but stare at you, indifferently.
>Eeeh, rough crowd.
>A disappointment.
"Well, as much as I'd love to stick around you pleasant fillies and colts. I have places to be, things to throw out of balance."
>Getting up to leave, you made your way to school to pick the sucker up early.
>"Get 'EM!"
>Wha-
"Oof"
>It seems a rebellion has rallied amongst them as they all dog piled on you.
>"Got him."
>"We stopped Discord!"
>"What's this do?"
>They began tugging and pulling at your various bits.
>with one of them pulling harshly at your antler, jerking your head back.
"Ow, hey careful with the aesthetics. I'm still hoping to find someone before I hit three-thousand."
>Meanwhile at your lower end someone was tugging back and forth at your tail.
>"Try to get one of his scales, miss Cheerilee said their good luck."
>Just like that, they began plucking at your scales.
"Ow, ow, OW. Hey!"
>Alright, enough fun.
>SNAP!
>You decided to call on the swing set to round up the children.
>Like a wild dog, it happily panted as it ran around and chased them off of you.
>At least enough for you to stand back up and dust yourself off.
>Looking to the wild piece of playground equipment, it was making a valiant effort on chasing the rest of the runts. While the rest of them remained tied up on top by its swings.
"Ugh, little monsters."
>"What's wrong Discord? "
>Turning back towards the school, you that it was Applejack and Applebloom talking.
>"Thought you'd love a bit of chaos, especially with a bit of an audience."
>You gave a disdainful frown as you rolled your eyes.
"That's the problem. Little rodents at that age feed off of it and throw it around like nothing, no fear, no nothing. It makes things no fun for me."
>You cleared your throat as you poofed in a tux and top hat.
"Because as you see, there's an art to the chaos that can only be appreciated with fear or shock. But I wouldn't expect a pony like you to understand that, now would I."
>She returned the eye roll as she walked off with Applebloom
>"…Don't know what that' mare sees in him."
>You poofed away your outfit.
>Alright back to the filly at hand.
>SNAP!
>As the swing set jumped through the air like a show dog,  it's purpose was now done, it soon poofed back into a dead swing set.
>Not before it doing so mid-leap and flying towards a green filly.
>Wait, a green filly?
>With the head turned away, she soon got a harsh introduction to situational awareness as she turned back.
>"Gleeba, Phloo?"
>Only to get a face full of rod.
"Oopsie."
>Walking over the filly, who know laid on her back with a dazed look. She looked mostly okay.
>Minus the bloody nose and black eye of course.
>"Hey…you…You alright."
>"Gle…ba."
>Guess you'll have to take that as a yes.
>You can probably strike the possibility of a concussion out, right?
>What do you think to do first with the filly? Hospital, straight home, Fluttershy's, or…something else?
"Of course you had to be in the way."
>"Oh my, are you alright?"
>Seems the commotion forced the teacher to make her lazy behind outside.
>Picking the half-conscious filly, holding her under your arm you respond.
"Thank you for your concern. But I can assure you I'm fine."
>Hucking the filly over your shoulder it was clear you wouldn't make it past Flutter's watchful eye.
>Plus who knows, she'd probably cling to it like a newborn fawn.
"Oh, and one more thing before I go."
>With a fine touch, you not so gracefully pluck a hair out of Cheerilee's thick head.
>"Ow."
>She looked at you with such an innocent and confused look. It's like she doesn't know what she did.
>Better make it known.
"Stop telling fillies my body parts are good luck! It's almost as bad a rumor as to when everyone thought me and Celestia dated."
>Alright, now back to the brain-damaged filly.
"Hold on, we're taking a detour home."
>"Ga-ba?"
>SNAP!
>With the sight of the hospital’s door now taking over you walk into the clinic.
>Walking in and pasted all the sickly, nervous ponies and up to the first desk mare, who had smacked on gum and looked like her work ethic was less concerning than her hastily bunned blonde mane.  You try to work your magic
>Though, judging from the bags under her eyes, it’s probably a good guess to assume she’s either had a bit too much to drink or is sixteen hours into a twenty-hour shift.
>Smack smack smack.
>”Can I help you, sir?”
>Ew, judging from the annoyed and nasally tone she gave, probably the former.
>Grabbing the filly’s head, who look half-way from clocking-out, you brought it into the clerk’s view.
“As you see I’ve got a broken filly here, that I was hoping you could fix.”
>You rattle her head a couple of time,  earning a groan.
>Leaning in, you whisper to the clerk.
“I think this one’s defective. It’s got a few parts loose.”
>Still having none of your shit. She pushed your head away.
>”Do you have an appointment, sir?”
>Appointment? Why should you need one?
“Well…no, but I’m sure you can make an exception to get this poor thing the help it needs. I mean look at i- her, She’s practically green with terrible illness.”
>Squeezing the three strokes away from an omelet filly, you push the thing onto the clerk. Who only responds with disgust.
>”Take this form and fill it out sir, and we’ll see if the Doc can see you in an hour or two.”
>Heh, what.
>What did she mean by wait?
>You can’t wait that long for this thing!
>There were more pressing things than babying around this…thing.
>Plus you were sure that Fluttershy would track you down sooner or later to check up on you.
>With a wavering smile you try to push further.
“Now are you sure you can’t make an exception for a friend of Celestia’s?”
>With the same unapologetic look, she pushed back.
>”Sir, you could be Celestia herself and I’d tell you the same thing. Fill the form and GO wait in the lobby.”
> The nerve on this…
>Oh, gods above if there weren’t witnesses around and a reputation to keep up. There’d be a few choice changes you make on her.
>Attempting and failing to burn your glare into her, you angrily grab a pen and scribble out on the form, nearly tearing into it with your pen.
>Walkin back, Filly in tow. You take a seat on one of the plush leather benches beside the glass wall to outside, while haphazardly placing the uncoordinated filly beside you.
>Resting your head on the window in frustrated defeat, you let out a puff of frustration.
>God, how you loathed this.
>Being...Normal.
>It wasn't for you.
>As soon as you find this thing’s parents you can be sure that you’ll hand them the bill for this whole charade and all the time you wasted on it.
>Well…it’s not like you did much before this.
>Tea time, hanging out in the chaos dimensions, and messing the royalty was all you really did.
>Though, you suppose karmic justice had been building up on you for a while now.
>Resined, you give a glace over the filly.
>Wobbilly and half-lidded she was scanning the whole room,
>What is she looking at?
>Lifting your head, you could now see all the gazes and whispers you were earning from the room full of elderly ponies and overly concerned mothers.
>Juding from the look concerned and even a few fearful looks you were getting, those whispers depict you in the best way.
>All of sudden, with all of these disapproving looks got you nervous.
>What if they told others, and Fluttershy found out?
>or what if they think you attacked her and the guard locks you up?
>You have to leave and get away from them.
>You...you have to get away from their judgemental looks.
>NO! You can’t. It’ll just create more problems if you leave.
>They’ll think you’re a horrible uncaring creature for refusing to help an innocent filly.
>Your breath quickened at the thought,of the whole town finding out and you being banished again.
>That can’t happen, you got to, no –Have to– stop it by…by.
>”DISCORD”
“Huh, yes?”
>Snapping out cold daze you, it appears you’re up next, with the nurse shining a light over your eye in professional concern.
>”You okay. We’ve been calling your name a while.”
>Looking over the crowd again, they appear to be all minding their own business, reading magazines, playing with the various toys, or even napping.
>You choke back your fear by clearing your throat.
“Of courses, never better.”
>With continued concern, she didn’t seem to quite take your word for it and responded slowly.
>”Right. If you’ll follow me please to your exam room.”
>Picking the little thing back up and getting up, you follow Nurse Redheart.
>Not without giving one last scan over the lobby to see that they still showed little care for you or your presence.
>Right, they don’t mind you at all. Good. Good.

>”Belba, Gaba Ga?”
>”Geega, Nool.”
>God, please stop talking.
>All this incessant walking, talking, moving, and shaking was not doing you any favors for your pounding head.
>Not to mention Discord wouldn’t stop spinning you around.
>Wait was he?
>Of course, the master of fucking shit up had to find you several days ago in the princess’s castle.
>Probally got you in this filly nonsense business in the first place too.
>”Dee-ba?”
“Huh?AH, shit!”
>Opening your eyes, you’re blinded by burning bright light. Which only served to intensify your headache.
>Thank god these fucking ponies haven’t discovered led lights, else that would have hurt a lot worse.
>However, instinctively shutting your eyes only forced them to force them back open.
“Hey, you piece of- Augh.“
>Followed by him magically forcing open your mouth to inspect.
>Oh, and don’t forget nearly getting gagged with a depressor down the throat.
“Khoff Khoff Khoff. Ugh, Apparently you ponies here have never heard of the Hippocratic oath saying ‘do not harm’ have ya?”
>Squinting through the light to get a look a Redheart, she mumbled and grumbled that same undiscernable language with a sympathetic look.
>Almost as if she was babying you like a fussy kid.
>Glaring at her, you could be all mad.
“If you weren’t so sexy, Redheart. I’d of told you to screw off by now.”
>Although, seeing as how most ponies think you’re retarded, It’d be easy for them to ‘let their guard down’ in front of you.
>What would they say. “Oh no, I can’t change in reveal myself in front of filly. She’ll tell everyone.”
>Heh, it’d at least give you boner fuel to jack of-…
>…
>Oh.
>Yeah forgot about that.
>Shit.
>You’d gone from fucking to being fucked in this situation.
>”Gleeba, phlo phlem?:
>Hm, she had a pair pills out towards you.
>Hopefuly painkillers.


>”So just make sure she doesn’t-“
>This time crunch did not help your patience
“Yeah yeah yeah, don’t give her too much. Feed it twice a day. Don’t overmilk her yadda yad. Are we clear to go?”
>Redheart looked pissed at your attitude. But seemingly tried her darndest to conceal it over a forced smile. Through gritted teeth, she let you go.
>”Yes..Sir. Have a nice one”
>Maybe layoff on the third degree on Redheart. While it was fun to push buttons, Ponies with access to dangerous chemicals and medicines weren’t the best to mess with.
>Afterall.
>They’re the ones that can help you end up in an ally with no pants, confused, and cuddling a random stranger in an alleyway all at the same time.
>Well, you were a third of the way there.
>But, patched up and drugged up, you and your now inept filly were raring to head back on to Fluttershy.
>Partly, because she wanted to see it. Mostly, to rub it in her face of how you can take care of a filly.
>…
>Okay, maybe the bandaged head won’t do you any good on that last part. But it should at the very least get you some time away from the thing.
>SNAP!
>”Oh my~”
>Poofing into her kitchen, you tried to make as much of a grand entrance as possible.
“Why, hello my dear Fluttershy.”
>Shaking off her surprise, she gave off the same warm and radiant smile she had for you.
>”Hey Discord, I see you finally decided to drop by, and…say……hi.”
>She seemed to look at your half-lidded, borderline comatose filly.
>Yeesh.
“Oh don’t mind her. You know kids these days, always wandering off into space.”
>”Is…Is she okay?”
>Okay, this is supposed to be about you and her. Not you and her and it.
“Oh why yes. She just had a little spill today. But that should n’t stop us from hanging out today. Should it?”
>She looked back at you with grave concern before turning back towards it.
“Oh Discord, she looks absolutely miserable right now. She should be in bed, getting some rest with the way she looks right now.
>You gave a nervous laugh, you hoped for at least a small chance to have some downtime from all this parenting and caring nonsense.
"Oh well, you know what they say. Tis' a flesh wound."
>She's to focus on her to care about you.
 >"Hold on I’ll be right back with some tea for her. Stay right there.”
>Okay, maybe it was gonna be her, and it's day today.
>You turn to the filly with competing and jealousy. While she only meets yours with a giddy smile and drugged up laugh.
>Maybe asking for sedatives wasn’t a great idea.
“It’s always got to be about you. Doesn’t it?”
>”Heh heh, grabba Goo-ha.”
“Oh shut up.”
>There must be a way to get her mind off of this filly, though judging from Fluttershy's nature it'd probably be impossible to do so.
>Though, with you. Suppose nothing is entirely absurd.
>"There now, isn't that better?"
>"Glabba…flim flob"
>"Now now, no fussing. You're in no position."
>There you were, standing outside the bedroom door tapping your leg like a rabbit as you waiting for this happy moment to evaporate.
>Come on hurry up! Looking at your watch, if she'd be finished with her now. You might just have enough time to get the tea out and have some light conversation about both of your's day.
>Well, your day. You mostly led these conversations.
>And as for the dainty little sandwiches: To hell with them. There'd be no time.
>"…and I'll just leave the shade open just a bit so you don't get afraid."
>Making attempts at signaling her to 'hurry the hell up' your incessant tapping gets progressively louder and louder till you eventually let out a loud pouty stomp before stopping altogether.
>Slolwy backing out of the room, Fluttershy gently shuts the door to the room. Before snapping a glare at you.
>To which, shocked you. Afterall, what had you done to deserve such a look?
>"You know things would go a lot smoother for her if you just showed just a little compassion for her."
>You step back, shocked at the accusations.
"Her? Pssh, she's fine. And I DO care, I mean. Deviants don't particularly take poor little fillies to hospitals when they need help, do they?"
>She closed in as she pointed sharply at you with her anger.
>Anger, and Fluttershy. Not two words you think of together very often, is it?
>"They do, when they only care what others think of them."
>Confused, you shrug.
"I don't know wha-"
>"Cheerilee told me what happened today."
>That conniving little…
>"And at first I didn't want to believe it."
>She pokes at your chest as you fearful began making a step-by-step retre>at.
>"But seeing that poor thing with those injuries. As well with how you've been acting and treating her, it became easy to believe."
"I-I did, I m-mean I t-trie-"
>She pokes become more sharp and forceful as she continues to make her point.
>"I mean, to think I had faith in you to be alone with her was obviously a mistake on my part too. As it seems like I can't."
>Trust…you?
>She doesn't trust you anymore?
>No, no of course not. Just not with fillies.
>Yes, she'll take care of it, and both of you will be back to having good times together.
>But she seems, so –Angry¬– at you.
>Well she’d have to forgive you. Cause, she wouldn’t give up on you.
>Yeah, that’s right.
>She wouldn’t, right?
>Even if she did, you could always get it back.

>Ugh, morning. Ugh, your head.
>Peaking your head out slight from the covers reveals the morning light that played with the specs of dust in the room. Adding an antique but beautiful glint to the new day.
>You’d enjoy it.
>If you didn’t have a headache.
>And were a filly.
>And were under the care of Discord.
>Though, it couldn’t be all bad, you were now under the supervision of Fluttershy too seeing how whipped Discord is when under the gaze of Fluttershy.
>Now that you had her. Maybe you could get closer to understanding the obscene language and getting out of this body.
>But first, Morning rituals.
>Alright, let's start the day.
>What to do first?


>Right!>
>Breakfast, the most important meal of the day.
>Or at least that’s what the cereal companies told you.
>With protesting fatigue you dragged your limbs to the edge of the bed.
>No matter how much sleep you seemed to get,  you could never be like the strange folks in those TV shows. Getting out of bed all refreshed and so plastic.
>Tch, strange animals.
>Sliding out and falling onto all four hooves, you were ready to take on the day.
>Somewhat at least.
>Scratching your head you notice the bandages still on your head, uncomfortably matting your fur and chaffing your ears.
>Hopefully Fluttershy will take care of it today.
>Either that or have her whipped lackey do it.
>Akwardly, you make your way down the steps. Although you’ve had more than a couple days to get used to this body. This whole walking on unlevel terrains, like stairs, kept throwing off your sense of balance.
>Don’t sweat it Anon. One step at a time.
>It’s not like this world is going anywhere.
>Unfortunently.
>Reaching the base of the steps, you can hear the constant commotion of birds, canines, felines and other critters singing lightly throughout the home.
>But no-nonsense.
>Walking to the kitchen, you can’t tell if you just woke up really early or if nobody was actually home.
>Well, no matter where the duo may be, your hunger took priority over your patience.
>Looking up at the cabinetry that towered above you. Plans began to formulate in your little filly head.
>Pulling from your childhood memories, the answer was obvious.
>Chair+Cabniet=snack-time.
>Heading over to the dinner table you bite down on one of the chair’s wooden legs and tug it towards your objective.
>So with a bit of effort and a last push against the sink, you hop onto the overlooking chair and climb onto the countertop.
>Alright, where does she keep the good stuff?
>Getting onto your hind legs you begin opening and sifting through the junk that sat inside, hoping to find something to tide you over.
“Garbage, garbage, trash, trash, trah- Ooooh.”
>Ah fuck yeah. Double fudge chocolate chip cookies.
>That was another benefit of having a filly body.
>Consequences of eating unhealthy were slim to none.
>Ripping off the cardboard top with your teeth, you lick your lips in anticipation of chocolatey goodness.
“Don’t mind if I-“
>”GLABA!”
“Huh, w-WHOA.”
>With a jolt, you found your self tumbling back to earth after falling back off the counter and onto your back.
>not really doing your headache any favors.
“Ahh, fuckin- wha-“
>As you gathered your baring by rubbing your head to ease a growing headache the approach of hoofsteps came to focus.
>”Gabba, glee pha?”
>But seeing as how you were caught in the act, you imagine you’ll have a bigger headache soon.
>Unless…
>Maybe that would work.
>Hmmm.
>Opening your eyes, you saw the stern set Fluttershy’s looking at you while Discord followed suit.
>Not for long though.
>As children tend to have another unique trait that goes unrealize until later in life.
“Sniff, sniff Want food, W-want food.”
>Using your meek body and whatever few words you did know how to say, you decide to play the thoughtful approach.
>Using your pain as a trigger, you let tears run forth down your cheeks as you righted yourself back up. Splaying your ears back and bowning your head down to look as submissive as possible.
”Sniff Food, Hungry”
>Watching as the disappointment and slight anger melt away from her face. It was clear it was working as it was being replaced with one of sympathy and guilt.
>”Oh, Gabba flees flab. A gabba food?”
>You nod sadly and slowly, selling your beggers approach as much as possible by making yourself looking as timid as possible.
>She brings you into a big, cuddly, warm hug as she buys it.
>Although Discord looked more confused than ever.
>Seems like he didn’t like that she was selling out so quickly to your tears.
>Eh. At least it wasn’t him you had to deal with.
>That approach would have been harder to sell.


>She couldn't be serious.
>it was Clearly evident as to what she was doing.
>You may be old and daft at times.
>But you are the god of chaos and deception itself, and indeed no idiot.
>The little brat was using the situation as a way of getting what she wanted.
>She was caught in the act, and she knew well enough on how to play Fluttershy like a gay emotionally sensitive violinist.
>The reasoning behind it was obvious.
>Childish jealousy.
>She obviously saw how funny and incredible your life was with her, and sought to abandon her parents to nab up better ones.
>Like the opportunistic predator she is.
>Ugh, how did you reach this point. At One point you turning turf into disco dance pads and clouds into cottony sugar balls, now you were stuck with a kid.
>By the Gods, you’ve aged and not in the best of ways.
>While she grabbed some random ingredients from the cub board, maybe this would be a good time to have a one-on-one with the little menace.
 >wrapping yourself around Fluttershy, you decide to play your own small game of deception.
”Hey, I have an Idea. Why don’t I get the little chocolate nougat all cleaned up while you whip something up.”
>She gave the same old heartfelt smile she always gave.
>”Oh she should be fine for now. Besides I should be able to get something together for her quickly.”
>You feign resignation.
“Hmm, I guess you’re right I suppose it can- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”
>With shock from both sides, you startle her with worry.
>”W-what do you mean? It’s just peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
>Grabbing her by the shoulders you shake her to the core.
“ A PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH! ARE YOU, DAFT MARE?! WHAT IF SHE’S ALLERGIC?!”
>Good ‘Ol uncertainty crept on to her face as she looked at her work with growing anxiety.
>”I-I suppose I didn’t think about that.”
>You give her an extra shake to bury the feeling even further.
“Didn’t think about it? Fluttershy, you could have single-handedly killed her with your lack of foresight.”
>Tears crept onto her face as her bottom lip began to whimper. The fear and thought of accidentally killing ‘The Poor thing’ was getting to her.
“Because of you Fluttershy, she’d be dead right now. Do you hear me?DEAD! And she’d never find her parents, OR WORSE. You’d have to explain to them that you killed their only child.”
>All the while the mischievous thing behind her, stared in bewilderment.
>You didn’t want to cause her grief, really, you didn’t. As she was the only one that truly gave you a chance despite everything you’ve done, and became one of the few you’d actually call a friend.
>But things like this had to done for the greater good.
>”Oh Celestia your right-“
>She latched onto the small bundle of green fur as you managed to break her.
>”I’m so sorry little one. I had no idea you’d be allergic to such things.  I-…I could have killed you. O-oh, please forgive me, I’m sorry, so very very sorry.”
>She began rocking back and forth with the thing while the little one had no idea has to what was going on.
>”Gabba?”
>Walking up and putting a claw on her shoulder you do what you do best and use her lowest and most manipulative point to your advantage.
>”Now now, even though you didn’t exactly do that, thanks to me. That doesn’t mean we can skip out on a proper meal for the poor cretin. Why not stick with just the greens for now, while I wash her up.”
>As she let of go of the filly, she still looked absolutely distraught at her actions. Or the actions she thought she committed. Nearly killing someone is very taxing after all.
>”I-I…Okay. I’ll…make something. Just, clean her up. I’ll have it ready in twenty minutes.”
“Of course, take all the time you need.”
>SNAP!
>Popping into the bathroom, It came time to deal with this thing’s little plans.
>Flipping on the water with a flick of the wrist, you turned to confront her.
>”Gleeba flabba ba?”
“Alright, let's get one thing straight. If it wasn’t clear enough, I am not your friend, or your pal, or your chum…”
>You lift her into the air with a simple lift of the finger and a levitating spell.
>”F-Fleeba!?”
“…Secondly, Don’t think I know what you’re trying…”
>The fading aura dropped it into the lukewarm bathwater.
”…So as much as you like to stay here. DON’T”
>With a snap, you set forth a torrent of overwhelming waterfall over her continuously. Depriving her of air. But, as much as you’d love the idea of having her out of your hair, you’re no killer.
>After a few seconds a flailing and gurgled screams, let the water settle and poof away the excess. Giving the thing a chance to come out gasping for precious air.
>Once again, she looks at you with the same but much more frantic, look of confusion.
>Still playing dumb eh? Fine.
>Yanking a towel off the rack, you wipe your soaking wet claws and paws dry before tossing it to the floor and looking at her up and down with disdain.
“See you downstairs.”


>Maybe it’s the water in your lungs, or the hypoxia talking. But maybe it’s time to rethink your approach.
>Shit all it took was some sweet-talking for the mismatched animal to fucking drown you.
>Atleast, that’s what you could assume.
>Who knows? Gasping for air, shakily you pulled yourself out of the tub sopping wet.
>Dripping water all over the floor you stood for a few seconds to gather your bearings.
>You needed to coordinate your next actions carefully.
>This wasn’t the same-old cartoony show you were used to back on earth.
>This was real life.
>With all the fun little tidbits and consequences with it.
>Even the most comical of decisions could have drastic effects on your wellbeing.
>Kinda like sending that one clean text to your work bud about your shitty boss. Only for it to end up with you being on an industry-wide blacklist.
>Yeah, not fun.
>No job, no money, and shitty friends.
>But, who knows? You play your cards right, and mostly you replay your whole life again, but better; That’s at worst though.
>At best, Well…who’s to define what’s best?
>So, what’s the next course of action?

>Have you mentioned how fun school is?
>Especially when you don’t understand jack-shit.
>No, really. It is. Well, not fun per-say.
>But – interesting –
>It’s like watching alien nymphs being taught their ways while in the body of one.
>It’s mesmerizing to overview at first. Y’know?
>The ability to capture all the details, see everyone's’ reactions. How everyone reacts with each other.
>Stuff the show doesn’t prepare you for.
>Language, science, magic, culture. All that jazz.  Where on paper, or on TV better put, the fundamentals are all the same? But to see it practiced is odd, and insightful at times.
>Ugh, you’re starting to sound like one of those college kids with a philosophy major.
>Well… at least you didn’t have to do much learning. Today was mostly all observing and looking at plaques to not understanding a single thing.
>You could make guesses as to what these statures were stoned for.
>Like that one pony statue.
>the one standing on its rear hooves with a crazy-big scroll in hand with one wrapping around her while looking super serious.
>You couldn't exactly pull up a book about her or read the plaque to learn about her.
>But guessing, it was all you had.
>At least for now. Till you earned a better understanding of the language.
>But for now, you were stuck with imagining and inferring.
>You could guess she was a super-secret spy agent for the rouge griffons.
>And that she tried to steal some great national secret or treasure by befriending one of the princesses.
>Only to get caught in the end and….yeah.
>”glabb fleeba!”
>Snapping away, the group you were with was getting away as the last trailing the group tried to draw your attention by beckoning you over.
>Your imagination is running amok again.
>With haste, you made your way to catch up with the group, managing to get through a pair of closing tall, arched, castle doors.
>Whatever, as long as you didn’t have to answer questions, you were okay.
>As long as you didn’t have to go home, you were okay.
>No dealing with that crazed psychopath either was a plus.
>Entering the of the castle’s many ballrooms was one filled with many delights.
>Well, if they could be called that. It looked to be more a poor excuse of a kid’s science fair.
>A couple of tables set with vials, tubes, and other various containers with chemicals
>A couple of contraptions that looked to come straight out of Da Vinci’s mind at poor attempts at pegasus-less flight.
>And, Ah yes, the good Ol’ famed orange powering a light experiment.
>Hopefully the stuff set up, was with the kid’s set in mind, and not their ‘greatest’ inventions.
>However, you could help but have on of 'those' thoughts.
>Just as quickly as to how you landed on creationism and the wonders of society; Your thoughts soon landed onto destruction and chaos in Equestria.
>Almost like you were romantically attracted to it.
>But maybe it was playing 'what-if' that attracted you better. Better at entertaining you than any statue could as it could play out moments of death and despair in your head.
>Though, the question picking at the back of your head remained.
>How easy would it be to take over a country like this?
>Well, neither griffons, nor changelings, or yaks have seemed to have make attempts on claiming each other.
>But that could be a side of effect of ponies being one of the few able to directly interact with magic.
>That and stone-age weaponry.
>How easy would it be for humans though?
>Fairly easy probably. Hell, any third-rate country could presumably carpet bomb the whole nation and not have to deal with troops on the ground at all.
>That’d be kinda fun to watch if you had to be honest.
>All the ponies running for their lives, burning, bodies everywhere. Collapsing buildings, rubble everywhere.
>Fuckin Geneva Convention. Stopping all the fun.
>Hmmm.
>Your not becoming a psychopath, are you? Should you be concerned?
>It’s likely nothi--
>YOINK!
>It seems one of the fillies took it upon herself to try and show you something by yanking you by your mane towards some covered table.
“Ow Ow Ow Ow Let go let go let go letgoletgoletgo.”
>Ow ow ow ow, why the why the hair.
>SLAM!
>Nose-first, the filly dragging you managed to pull your face into a table leg.  Allowing you to go free, but sending you back onto your butt.
>Rubbing away the pain, you look up to face the perpetrator.
“Hey! Why don’t you do me a fucking favor and ask first you fu..cking…Faggot?
>She’s gone.
>Where the hell did go off to?
>A quick scan of your surrounding showed the odd white-haired filly was nowhere to be found.
>Maybe behind the parade of adult ponies and young fillies walking around?
>Or maybe she was trying to be a dick and ran off.
>”SABBA!”
>Huh?
>A mere glimpse is all you got before a flurry of powders, containers, and mysterious liquids splashed all over your short stature.
>Instively you shut your eyes with great fear for your eyesight.
>Soon after a quick powdering dryness overwhelmed the skin beneath the fur, not to mention your lungs as well.
>This soon followed with a splash of cold liquid over your dried coat.
“Khak! Khak Guuuuuuuh, Kaff kaff.”
>Your lungs struggled to get the strange substance out as you hacked your lungs out.
“Tttttttthb, ttttthb. Blah, egh, the hell was tha-ooohhh ow ow ow it burns it burns it BUUUURNS!”
>Ah, the wonders of bleach. Tis’ a wonder in cleaning.
>Not so much in suicide and haircare.
>Blind to the world, and unable to move with the growing burning sensation left you splayed all over the ground as you hoped for some water soon.
“Ahhhhh, fuck fuck fuck. Fuck this, fuck that, fucking fuck everything and everyone here.”