Purple and Proud (WiP)

>Day Magichorn Is Worst Roommate on Earth
>Be Twilight Sparkle
>Find your spell misfired by a bit and you were taken to Anon's world instead of sending him back alone
>You are sure you can find a way back by just reversing a few phrases in the magical algorithm, simple!
A: And here I was doubting your magic for a moment, it's good to be back in my palace
>You look around, the room is small enough to see end to end and the walls are stark white with small, patched holes here and there
>The kitchen is only large enough for 3 humans, or 1 and a half ponies, maybe 5 fillies, to stand in comfortably, your exact math would confirm, but not right now
TS: Uh, Anon, this kind of doesn't fit the definition of a "palace"
>Anon looks sternly at you, or you imagine he would be looking sternly if not for the mask
TS: You know, Anon, I never got to truly study you, what with all the time you spent living at Applejack's and flirting with Fluttershy
A: I was never flirting with Fluttershy, I was... It was... Applejack makes some delicious food
>You smirk at Anon's shy demeanor, no wonder Fluttershy was so smitten with him back in Equestria
TS: I think this would be a perfect and appropriate time to thoroughly learn about you, Anon, as a human and in your natural habitat
>You look at Anon with wide, observing eyes and a large smile plastered to your face
A: You're kind of creeping me out, can't you observe me without... observing me?
TS: That doesn't make any sense, Anon, how would I learn anything about you if I just walk away? Besides, I am not even sure where to go in your world. Oh, that reminds me, are unicorns readily popular in this part of your "Earth"?
>Anon hangs his head for am moment in deep thought
A: No
TS: Ah, well, Ponyville was devoid of unicorns when I first arrived as well, I'll just use magic sparingly so as not to disturb somep0ny in town
>Anon lets go a sigh and stumbles over to the bed you are laying on
A: PurpleSmart...
TS: Twilight Sparkle
A: Sorry... MagicHorn, there is something you must understand about Earth...
TS: Oh goody, my first lesson
>You clap your hooves together and then lean your head intently towards Anon
A: There are no pegasi, unicorns, alicorns, really anything you are used to back home
TS: I... I am not quite sure what you mean?
>Anon sighs a deep sigh and stands to his feet
A: Come over to the window here and look out
>You do as you are asked for the sake of your studies
>You see a lot more people just like Anon, at least human, walking around wearing different color clothes and accessories, driving in fantastic automobiles, and generally going about a very normal routine
A: See what I mean?
TS: Well, of course this world would be populated by humans like yourself, Anon
A: Yes, exactly, there are no other ponies like you here, you're special
TS: All ponies are special, Anon
>Anon crosses his arms and taps his foot
A: I mean, more than the usual kind of special
>You sit for a moment to let the thought sink in
TS: But, you told me that humans have horses where you come from
A: Yes and no... here, let me show you
>You approach an impeccably clean desk with some strange machine resting on it
>Anon explains how the master race will always place this item, the PC, on their desk beside a "monitor"
>He would be the expert on this sort of thing
>Anon reveals a long rectangle with letters and numbers on it and his hands begin moving across it with practiced grace
TS: Amazing, so that is why you have multiple fingers instead of hooves, I get it now
>You totally get it now
>Anon tells you that this machine can find knowledge anywhere in the world in seconds
>It sounds like no magic you've ever encountered
TS: So, you're trying to tell me this machine is a library... and you never need to leave your home to find new books?
A: Exactly, you can do anything with the internet! But be warned, "With great power comes great responsibility". Deadpool said that
>You see before your very eyes that Anon has conjured up images of horses and videos of all manners of wonderful things
>You heart begins to race
>You feel your face getting warm and your breathing is irregular
TS: A-anon, this... this magic y-your using is so intense. So much *pants* information
>Anon looks at you curiously for a moment before going back to his conjuring
>You are suddenly beset by videos of human-raised horses and your mind is recording at full speed
>Human-raised horses need to be fed, cleaned and cared for in every way by humans. They don't talk, sing, dance, fly or practice any kind of magic from what you have seen
TS: Oh, these poor pon-
>Anon cuts you off before you can finish and strokes your mane
A: Not ponies, just horses
>You come to understand a great deal of the sadness Anon expressed to you in earlier encounters and it dawns on you
TS: I'm sorry for you, Anon, that you live in this world that seems so downtrodden
A: It's really not all bad... for humans... as it is...
>No more words, only friendship now
>You climb into Anon's lap and hug his torso
>Anon returns the hug
>You cannot stay this sad for long and quickly set out to discover more about humans and their world
TS: Anon, I want to learn more about horse and human interaction
A: You wha-?
TS: Come on, this is important to me.
A: Well, you could use my computer, I mean... I could do it with you, unless you can magic-up some hands
>For a moment you think to yourself and decide that you can
>Your horn sparkles for a moment, then a blaze of your magic erupts forth and gives you two, phantasmal hands with a scant amount of dexterity
TS: Hmm, not as good as your hands, Anon. But, I am sure practicing with them will improve performance
A: Well, that's a neat trick...
>Anon explains how to use Google and you give it the old Canterlot try
TS: Let me see, hmm, ah, I know! "Mare Human Video"
>You type these three words into the search engine and press 'enter'
A: Wait, Twily! Don't click the first thing you see!
>It is too late for the warning
>A video quickly loads on another screen called "Youtube"
>It displays a human horse-breeder leading a stallion to a bound, young mare
>You look on in abject silence as you watch the large stallion mount the helpless mare and fill her with his baby batter
>The video stallion disengages his trophy in short order with an audible popping noise and a gush of his fluid spills from her beaten backside
A: I warned you about the internet, bro! I told you, dawg!
>Anon tells you to shut it off by pressing the 'X'
>You find the key, press repeatedly, but to no avail
>In your panic you hit the number '4'
>It repeats the scene
TS: It keeps happening!
>You give up and cover your face with your hooves
>You still hear the sound of the mare giving in to to her most base desires and the triumphant neigh of the stallion
>Anon quickly grabs the mouse from you and exits the screen
A: Ok, so there's a lot of information on the internet, you got to know how to separate it from...
>Anon stops talking as you shake in his lap
>Despite your best efforts, you lose control of yourself and a little wetness has run down your leg
>It puddles in Anon's lap as you shake lightly
A: This... uh... this never happened, agreed?
TS: A-agreed
>You try to climb down from Anon without an incident, but still splash your mare-hood juices on him
>Anon reeks of your mutual shame and you hide your blush-ridden face
>You attempt to find the furthest corner to lay down in
A: TwiBright, it's OK, I can just... wash the pants! I have three other identical pairs
TS: I d-don't know what h-happened. I told my m-mind to override t-the hormonal response, but i-it just wouldn't listen
>You hold back tears of shame as you try to avoid Anon
A: Don't worry, I had this happened before. Things happen like this all the time, probably, maybe
>Anon's inaccurate use of the terms "probably" makes you choke out a small laugh through a few tears
A: Besides, it's not like anything weird's gonna happen between us and cause all this time spent as friends to bloom into being lovers and make us realize how much time we wasted avoiding the subject. I'm sure!
>Anon's logical and well stated scenario helps you hold back your fears about losing his friendship
TS: Thank you, Anon, that helps a lot
A: Don't worry about it, it's nothing, just stay there for a moment while I change
>You sniffle a bit and turn to look at him
TS: Change into what?
>His pants are off and he has a smaller pair of pants on that are white and speckled with red dots
TS: Pants under your pants? Very clever, Anon
A: Hey! Don't look now! I'm getting dressed!
>You realize you caught Anon in a vulnerable state, nearly as vulnerable as you were
>You turn around and try to take your mind off the video
>Testing, just got to test, got that test-itch from not testing
>Anon will make an excellent test subject for study
>You sit a still as you can and try to focus
TS: Anon, take a letter
>You hear a zipping noise, a clasping ring and see Anon walking back towards you
A: Take a what now?
TS: Oh, that's right... my assistant is back in Equestria
A: If you need to write something down, you can type it up on the compu-
>You shake your head hard and wave your front hooves
TS: No! No, haha, I will let the computer rest for a little
>You try to smile and play it off
>Very smooth, Princess Sparkle
>You stand up and begin to search Anon's home for parchment and quills
A: Can I help you?
TS: Where do you keep your ink pots? I need to write down a list of questions to better record all this data
A: I... uh... well, how about a ball-point?
TS: A 'ball' point? How do you have a spherical point?
A: Very carefully
>Anon brandishes a writing instrument for you and a small, yellow notepad with evenly spaced lines
>He removes a cap on the top with his teeth
>You rub your chin and scrutinize
TS: Why would you use your teeth when you have hands?
A: Because... I... I don't know, actually
>You grab the ball-point quill with your magic and set to creating a well-planned list
TS: Thank you, Anon, you're help in all things human is most appreciated!
>Anon leaves you to write and goes back to his computer

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>Day Paheal the Magic on Earth
>Be Twilight Sparkle
>It has been four human days now that you have been on Earth
>This world is a strange and often dangerous place
>The sun and moon cycles on their own over the course of a 24 hour period and the stars do not need to be calibrated or aligned by anyp0ny
>Motorized vehicles are terrifying to be inside, loud to be near, and cause a 65% increase in Anon's profanity usage
>You have found the internet to be just as confusing and dangerous, albeit, in a different manner
>It has become apparent that you are a mythological creature in Anon's world, much as he was in your own
>A distinct difference is that you are also a cartoon
>The internet, as you have noticed, has a list of rules for dealing with all manner of topics
>Rules 1 and 2 are [redacted]
>Rules down the line become more concerning
>For the sake of knowledge, you had gone against Anon's word and pursued rule 34
>Big mistake
>You hear the sound of a door opening
A: Twily! I'm home!
>You hop to your hooves and greet him at the door
TS: Excellent! Did you find any dried antirrhinum?
A: The people in "Magic & Home Decor" were fresh out
>Anon shrugs
>You sigh a bit
>You will have to locate more ingredients to prepare a new portal
>If only Pinkie were here now
>Pinkie Pie was always excellent with portal conjuring
A: I did, however, find this at Walmart
>Anon holds up a large, white container
A: It's a type of conditioner just for long hair. I... I just felt like buying it, really
>The bottle is labeled as "Mane 'n Tail" and has a silhouette of two human-raised horses galloping
TS: That's... nice. Thank you, Anon
>Anon reaches into another bag
A: And I found some apples on sale! You asked for them, right?
>You nod with a smile
>You deemed it reasonable to practice magic even though you are studying Anon as well
>Anon hauls away the bags of groceries to his cramped refrigerator
A: So, what were you thinking about for dinner?
TS: Oh, anything you'd like
>Anon has become a fairly useful assistant
A: Eh, I'll come up with something
>You retrieve your notepad
TS: 10:23 AM; Anon returns from shopping in 28 minutes
A: What's that now?
TS: A log
A: For...?
TS: Oh, I have been keeping your time for leaving and returning. This will be the 11th time you have left to the store and you have become incredibly efficient at doing so
>Anon chuckles nervously
A: What else are you clocking me on?
TS: A few things
>You flip through your notepad
TS: 7:21 PM; Anon makes bowl of cereal. 7:23 PM; Anon finishes bowl of cereal. 7:27 PM; Anon makes another bowl of cereal
>Anon stares at you for a moment
TS: 7:45 PM; Anon enters the bathroom. 8:10 PM; Anon returns from the bathroom. Note: Anon showered w/o shampoo
A: That's increasingly disturbing... What did I do at 9:00?
>You flip through a page
TS; Let's see... Ah, here it is! 9:03 PM; Anon sits at computer desk with left hand on face. 9:09 PM; Anon announces, "It's happening", before continuing to read on the computer
A: Hah, that was a good thread
>You have no idea what Anon is talking about
A: Are these notes part of your "Human studies"?
TS: Some of them. Others are seeing a relative trend in your ability to learn
>Anon places his hands on his chin
A: How can you figure out if I am learning if I don't know what I am learning about?
TS: Oh, very simple. Fluttershy taught me an invaluable technique for training animals
A: I like being dissected, do continue
>Anon stands firmly with his hands at his waist
TS: Oh, Anon, I wouldn't resort to dissection unless you were deceased
>Anon says the silliest things sometimes
TS: The "learning" I am talking about is how you have been learning what to bring me without me needing to give you a list. You have unconsciously been growing accustomed to me being here and in that, you have been adding my routine to your own
A: PurpleSmart, you sure are clever.
>You scrunch your face at that last comment
TS: Well, there is something I have not figured out just yet
A: What's that?
TS: Why do you always come up with odd names when referring to me?
A: I have no idea what you're talking about, MagicHorn
TS: There! you just did it. You called me, "Magic Horn"
A: Pfft, well of course your horn is magic, TwiBright
>You grow frustrated
TS: Why don't you call me by my name?
A: I am pretty sure I did
TS: You made something up on the spot!
A: Believe you me, Twily, if I were making up names on the spot, they'd be awesome
>You write on your notepad again
TS: 10: 56 AM; Anon attempts to confuse me with circular reasoning
>Anon smiles and finishes packing the groceries
>You take an apple from the bowl Anon has left out for you
>You place the apple neatly on the floor and ready your notepad
A: Ohhh, what'cha doing?
TS: I'm going to turn this apple into an orange
>You puff up your chest and proudly lift your head
TS: It's not as easy as it sounds
>Anon stares blankly
>You deflate a bit
A: Well, you know, I could have bought you oranges?
TS: No, no, the apple is perfect
A: Then why do you want it to be an orange?
TS: I am practicing transmogrification spells that Princess Celestia has assigned me
A: So... like... can you change anything? Or is this only for making oranges?
>You stop and think for a moment
TS: I suppose, in theory. I mean, that is what this set of skills is suppose to be teaching me
>Anon ponders something
>You focus again on your spell
>Your horn begins to glow as you envision the outcome in your head
>Apple, smooth, shiny, red... Orange, bumpy, dull, and... orange
>You aim at the apple on the floor
>A small flash projects from your horn and hits the apple
>Bull's eye!
TS: It looks perfect! The shape, texture, color...
>You sniff the now-orange
TS: Even the smell is right
A: Want me to cut it open to see what's inside?
TS: Oh, yes, that would be excellent
>Anon brandishes a small knife and slices the orange
A: Wow, nice job. Smells and looks like an orange
>Anon brings a slice up to his nose
>He licks another end
A: Tastes like an orange... yep, that's some good magic-orange right there
>You throw your hooves into the air
>You raised them with complete abandon
TS: Oh, goodie! Wait until the Princess hears...
>Realization sets in
>You lose your enthusiastic demeanor
A: Oh, ah, right... well, there's no reason to be upset. You still got the notepad. You can still write that letter!
>Anon seems much more cheerful than he should be
>You do not reach for the pad or pen
A: Come on now, Twily. You did great. Here, let me start this thing for you
>Anon snatches your notepad from the floor
A: Dear... Princess... Celestia. Today, I... Twi... Light... Sparkle... turned... an... orange... into... a... apple
>You mutter quickly
TS: "An" apple
A: Ctrl + Z
>Anon stares at the pen for a moment
A: No, wait... damn
>Your frown breaks into a small smile as Anon fumbles with the pen
A: An... apple. There we go! This looks like a winner to me. Want me to sign you off?
>You grip the notepad lightly with your magic and Anon hands you the pen
TS: Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle
>You smile
>It feels good to write a letter, even if you can't send it now
TS: Thank you, Anon. That... that really helped
A: It was nothing. Orange bite?
TS: Yes, that would be great
>Anon brings the slice close to your lips with alarming speed
>You open your muzzle a bit and bite off a piece
>The juice runs down your face and to your chin
>You see juice glistening on Anon's fingers
>Another bite
>The orange is really delicious and you must be hungrier than you realized
>You grab the last piece with your tongue
>You taste the orange juice that has soaked onto Anon's hand
>Without thinking, you clean two of his fingers with your broad tongue
TS: Mmm, this orange is delicious
A: I know. Makes me wish I had bought some oranges
>You run your tongue over your lips
TS: I will add them to the list for next time
>Your stomach growls
TS: Hehe... I think I've decided on something to eat
>Anon prepares a bowl of sliced apples, oranges and grapes
A: I envy your ability to survive on this
TS: This would be a very expensive meal in Ponyville
A: Eh, don't remind me. I ate so much cake that my hair turned into frosting
>You look up at Anon's head
TS: I-is it... still like that?
A: Did you never have lessons on hyperbole and sarcasm?
TS: I know the words and the meaning of each... so, that would mean... you're being sarcastic!
>Anon messes up your mane with an awkward pat
A: Congratulation, you passed
TS: Oh, so it was a test?
>You smile widely at Anon
A: Eat your fruit bowl...
>You see why he enjoys this "trolling"
TS: Anonymous
A: Yeah?
TS: How does this "Mane n' Tail" stuff work?
>He thinks for a moment
A: It's conditioner. So you wash yourself, then you wash just your mane and tail with it. Then I suppose wash and rinse again
>You bounce your head in approval
>Seems legit
TS: I appreciate the thought, but there is a slight problem
A: Let me guess. You can't really wash yourself thoroughly and are going to ask me for help, which will probably turn into breaking boundaries and things getting deeply personal?
>You hesitate your answer, how does Anon do that?
A: No, I am just kidding. Do go on
TS: Actually, yes. I do need some help washing my mane and tail
>Anon hangs his head to one side
A: Anon, you're such a loud-mouth

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>Night It's Happening on Earth

>Be Anon
>I wonder what craziness will happen today? Life's been pretty unpredictable since Twilight sent me back here
>You contemplate if this is better or worse than Fluttershy

>Be Twilight Sparkle
>Anon has been avoiding you since yesterday
>This is ruining the observation list you are making
TS: Anon, do you remember the conditioner you purchased yesterday?
A: Yes, I still have it
TS: I think my mane could use a little treatment
>You want to keep Anon close and this seems like a perfect excuse
>Your coat is rather matted from not properly grooming it at any rate
A: I suppose I could help you... if you want me too
TS: Yes, Anon, I really do
A: OK, some non-sexual hair washing amongst friends
TS: N-non-sexual?
A: Yes, I felt it had to be said
TS: I never implied...
>A:  Implying you never
>You have come to accept this is how Anon expresses distress
TS: I just need some help with the, uh, hard-to-reach places
>Your laugh wobbles nervously
>Anon reads the bottle carefully and works it in circles in his hands
A: So, uh, yeah, this is easy enough. Whenever you're ready
>You're body is ready
>This should be no different than any other time you bathe
>You keep telling yourself that
>Anon is already preparing the shower
>The large, glass box fills with steam
>Anon adjusts the knobs a few times until he feels it is just right
A: OK, well, the shower is all ready
TS: Thank you
>You walk into the bathroom and stretch forward
TS: Let me just loosen up
A: For...?
TS: Silly, Anon, how can I take a bath before stretching?
A: I... I don't know. Good point?
>You stretch forward and bend your belly low
TS: There's nothing quite as nice as warm bath
A: Well, it's more of a shower
>You stretch each hind leg and then your neck
TS: Yes, shower. Amazing how you can have hot water flow in your home without magic or somep0ny pumping it from Cloudsdale
A: Ah, shucks. I try
>You step into the glass box and your hooves clack against the floor tiles
>Water pours over you and your fur sags
>You mane droops down over your eyes
>Before you can uncover your face, you feel human hands on your back
>Anon lathers your coat from your front to your flank
>The hot water pouring down starts to relax your muscles
>You rest your weight on your hooves and allow Anon to clean your fur
A: Your fur's thicker than I realized
>He prods a little harder with his hands
>The feeling of his fingers caressing your skin is so relaxing
A: I'm going to start working on your mane, OK?
>You can barely speak and weakly nod your approval
>Anon takes your mane in his skilled hands and works it apart
>You feel his cool fingers and the contrast of the hot water is exhilarating
>His hands work up towards your head and ears
>Anon's right hand takes your right ear and flicks at the inside
>You quiver a bit as he massages your scalp
A: Just, ehh, just tell me if I'm being too rough
TS: You're, oh! You're doing fine
>You pant as he takes your ears in his hands and rubs them gently
>Soap and dirt pour off you as Anon works more shampoo down your mane
A: This conditioner could burn your eyes, so keep them closed for a little
>You shut your eyes and lower your head a bit
>The heat disorients you with your eyes closed as does the rubbing
>Who knew human hands felt so good?
>You feel a blob of conditioner hit your mane
>Anon takes long bundles of your wild mane and runs conditioner and water through them
TS: T-thank you, again, A-Anon
>He seems too focused to reply
>You feel that your mane is almost finished when Anon's hand suddenly catches your horn
>You snap back in surprise
TS: A-Anon!
>He strokes your horn with a handful of shampoo
>The lubrication feels so right, but you know this is so wrong
A: Hmm, yeah?
>You cannot speak as Anon expertly "cleans" your horn
TS: Ah, ha, h-horn, haah!
>Anon doesn't follow
A: Oh, sorry, haha, I didn't mean to be so rough. I'll go easier on you
>Anon loosens his grip on your horn and strokes it in a one long, agonizingly slow pump
>Your legs brace as your body betrays you
TS: N-n-no...
>You barely whisper
>All you can think of is a stallion with his warm mouth around your horn
>A strong stallion with a beautiful black coat and flowing, wild mane
TS: A-Anon... s-s-stop...
>You moan quietly
>You're body convulses as a pulse of pent-up magic is released without control
>It ricochets from the gleaming tiles with the a crackling sound and heads toward Anon
>[See Proud and Purple II, paragraph 4, line 104]
>Anon is engulfed by the energy
>You spin around as you come to your senses
>Anon's being distorts and shakes
A: My hips are moving on their own!
>Anon doubles over into a ball and screams out in pain
>His entire body is obstructed by the light of magical energies
TS: Anon, no! I didn't mean to!
>You don't know what spell you may have cast
>You thump a hoof to your head to try and jog your memory
>Anon's scream subsides as the light fades
>You plead to Celestia that you didn't cast a vaporizing spell
A: Wha... what happened?
>You stare with wide eyes and a hanging jaw
A: Twily... did you get taller?
>You transmogrified Anon into a stallion!
>On the one hoof, this is incredible and praiseworthy. On the other, this is terrible and you have no idea how to reverse it
A: MagicHorn, hello? Are you in there?
>Anon waves his now-hoof in your face
>He freezes in place, hoof extended
A: Tw-Tw-Tw-Twilight!
TS: Oh, oh, this is no good. Oh no, just... don't move Anon!
>Anon stays perfectly still
TS: OK, OK, I have an idea. We'll just... We'll, get the Princess... No, umm, ahh
>You hang your head
TS: I just don't know what to do
A: Can I move?
TS: What? Oh, yes
>Anon relaxes his muscles for a moment
A: OK, so... I am a pony now... this is odd. How'd you do this spell?
>You look crossed with Anon
TS: It's your fault! If you didn't... didn't touch my horn!
A: Well, excuuuuuuse~ me, princess. I didn't magic me into a pony!
TS: Don't yell at me! I should be yelling at you! What were you thinking?
A: I was thinking of washing your mane! Why'd you turn me into a horse!?
TS: I didn't mean to!
A: But, you did!
>You try to rationalize the situation
TS: Time out. This seems like a large set back for my study and for your... life
>Anon rolls his eyes at you
TS: However, I think I can fix this
>Anon looks sternly at you
A: Think of something fast. I can't even keep my face on straight
>Anon's mask hangs from half his head
A: And I am afraid to touch it with these... hooves. I can't afford to rip it
TS: I can... take it off for you and put it away safely?
>Anon hesitates for a moment and bows his neck a bit
>You carefully slide the mask around his elongated head
>Anon looks back at you with sad eyes
A: Just put -me- on the counter, with the towels
TS: Yes, Anon
>You comply with Anon without question
>Anon steps out of his human clothing and struts about
A: This really isn't so hard. Kind of reminds me of walking up stairs when I was little
>You watch him gain his bearings on his new body
>His strong, new body
>With his jet black coat that reminds you of his suit and his long, brown mane
>He turns about himself and swishes his tail in your direction
TS: Oh, sorry, what did you want?
>He looks up
A: I didn't say anything
TS: You just waved to me. No, wait. This is your first time being a pony
A: And the only time...
>He attempts to stand on two hooves
TS: Anon, you shouldn't stress your new body so soon
>You plead with him to stop showing off
>You don't think you can handle seeing any more of this new body
A: Pony perspective is weird. Do you all see in such hypersensitive color patterns?
TS: Well, it's only recently discovered that ponies have four cones in each eye and a greatly enhanced view of the light spectrum compared to that of other animals like goats that only have two cones.
>Anon blinks a few times
A: That would explain these extra crazy colors I am seeing. What about the rods? Even in this dank apartment, my eyes are well lit
TS: Very astute, Anon. Yes, ponies have excellent low-light vision. Just take it easy with quickly changing lighting. A flash could be very disorienting
A: Hopefully, I don't get time to learn about this
>Anon stands on his back legs again before wobbling and falling back to four
A: Hey, Twilight. What was your plan to get me back to normal?
TS: I was thinking we just need to use the transmogrifying spell again to make you human again
A: Oh, that's great. You know that one. Lay it on me
>Anon stands closer to you
>He retains his ability to radiate a chilling aura
A: So fire at will, TwiBright!
>You turn your face away for a moment
TS: I, uh, I can't
A: Pardon?
TS: Well, it takes a powerful release of magic to change something as complex as a human. I am very tired now and I don't think I can do it
>Anon grumbles and stamps him front hoof
A: I suppose we have enough food and things here to not worry about starving. Everything seems to be in order. How long will it take you to regain your strength?
TS: A goodnight sleep will do it. Maybe a good breakfast as well
A: I can't promise I'll be cooking tomorrow morning
TS: I understand. I won't be observing you until you are back to your original form either. The data would just be corrupted in this way
>Anon's tail swishes from side to side
>His powerful tail... lashing against his muscular flank
A: Twily?
TS: Oh, yes, Anon?
A: You're, um, you're drooling. Kind of looking dangerously 'Fluttershy' right now...
TS: Oh. Oh! No! Nothing like that. I am just tired! Yeah, tired! Ha ha, well, better hit the hay and get you turned back into your old human self!
>You turn from Anon and start to walk away
A: Whoa, Twilight... is that -you-?
>Oh no, he's accustomed to his other senses already!
A: It's... it's not entirely unpleasant
>Anon follows his nose wherever it goes
TS: Anonymous, I have to be honest with you
A: Oh, so we're starting that now?
TS: The spell I used was caused by my fantasizing about a stallion when you were... err, 'working' my horn
A: I didn't know that's how unicorns work. I've only ever encountered one other horned animal and I wasn't going to attempt to whack off a bull. Horns or any other part, really
TS: I... I don't know what came over me. I am not suppose to have these urges
A: Oh, ho! Little MagicHorn is a bit more horny than she lets on
>Anon chuckles and holds a hoof to his muzzle
TS: It's a matter of refinement. Princess Celestia said, "[T]hat until I can control my baser urges, I can't move on to the next lessons in magic"
A: Whoa... Celestia can't have "relations"?
>Anon attempts to air-quote without human hands
A: Anyways, have you ever even been with anyone?
TS: You mean, "anyp0ny", and no. I never had time to pursue a relationship. It's... it's not something good pupils do
>Anon looks at you with hard eyes
>You stare back and see for the first time his eyes are a brilliant shade of blue
>You can't help but feel small when such a powerful stallion has you pinned
>Anon breaks his gaze and strides to you with an unbelievably fluid movement
A: So, -you- changed -me- into a stallion and now spill your guts about your personal life
TS: T-that's not it
>Anon is so close to you that you feel the coldness emitting from him
>He rubs his strong body against your own
>You brace against him as he circles you
A: I can't believe how you smell. I really shouldn't be playing with you this much
TS: P-playing?
A: It was kind of annoying when you messed up my pants days ago, but knowing how rough you've been on yourself is making this really funny. Do you... ever, like, fap?
TS: W-what does t-that mean?
>You can't seem to move your legs with Anon circling you
>He stops at your left side
A: You know, like, touched yourself or maybe rubbed your own horn?
TS: P-Princess Cel-lestia told m-me never t-to...
>You feel Anon's face move dangerously close to your tail
A: I have a lesson about humans for you here
>You barely breathe
A: Humans cannot smell other humans this well. I don't know how you survive around other ponies
>It's nearly impossible
>You think of all the time you spend locked away from every other pony
TS: A-Anon... what a-are...
>You choke as he grabs your tail in his mouth
>You feel his eyes sizing up your shameful body
>He must be thinking of how weak you are right now
>Before you know it, he is face to face with you
A: So, wow. I got to give you credit on having this much resistance!
>You shudder and gasp as your breathing returns to normal
A: I never experienced smells and sights so powerfully before. Humans have such dull senses compared to you ponies
TS: That's... nice... I should... take notes...
>Your heart is beating furiously in your throat
A: OK then, I am going to grab an apple
>As Anon walks away, you focus on his muscled rump
>His stride is so graceful and those legs look so strong
>You think he could have taken your mare-hood whenever he wanted and you'd be powerless
>The more you think about Anon forcing himself upon you, the worse your body gets
TS: Wh-what is w-wrong with me?
>You fall to your rump andbreathe deeply
TS: I... I can't break my word to Celestia. Oh, but, Anon is... he could be... I need to finish that portal if I hope to get home in one piece.
>You see Anon crashing his new body around the kitchen
>Maybe... just a little encounter... it will be quick...
>Celestia doesn't have to know
>It's decided then
>Princess Sparkle will examine the practical applications of stallions in the morning

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>Afternoon of Her Majesty on Earth
>Be Anon-pone
>You have been awake since 6AM
>You find your new body to be very robust and don't feel like sleeping
>It is difficult to walk on four legs
>You have not been able to make a proper breakfast or lunch
>This... this kind of sucks
>You stare at your computer
>You are afraid you will smash your keyboard with these hooves
>The only saving grace of this body is having a huge horseco-
>You hear a knock at your door
>Oh bullocks!

>Be Twilight Sparkle
>You had a fitful sleep as your body recovered over night
>You crawl out of the bed and stumble over to the bathroom
>It smells as if somep0ny didn't flush properly
>You sigh and know not to blame Anon for this
>Your reflection is very messy
>Bags formed under your eyes overnight
>You attempt to straighten your mane and splash cold water on your face
>It really doesn't help
>You resolve to find Anon and get something to eat
>The apartment is very quiet
>You realize that nothing electric is running today
>Anon must not be used to picking things up or turning things on as a pony
TS: Anon? Are you still here?
>You call out to the silence
>You hear a knock at the door that leads outside
>You run to the kitchen and see Anon
TS: Anon, what are you doing back here?
A: I am trying not to make a sound so the person knocking leaves
TS: Why don't you just get the door
>You look at Anon innocently
A: Because I am a pony!
>The knocking fades and you hear footsteps leading away from the door
A: Oh, hey, can you open the door and check if someone left a note after knocking?
>You do as Anon asks and find a small paper attached to the door
>You look it over, however, it does not make sense to you
TS: Here you go, Anon
>Anon places the paper on the floor and peers over it
>He looks really mad and stomps the paper a few times
A: Stupid landlord and her stupid price gouging!
>You aren't sure what he's talking about
A: How does my water jump from $20 to $32? Outrageous! I am going to take this to the forums! We will not be silenced!
TS: I don't really know what any of that is. It's some kind of bill?
A: Yeah, you can't just live here for free. The prices seems to keep going up even as this town dies
>Anon stares at the paper a little longer and grumbles
A: I suppose I'll just shut up and pay the thing... Anyhow, can you turn me back now?
TS: Uh, I think so
A: What do you mean, "think?"
TS: Last night wasn't the best sleep I've gotten. Also, I am starving. What's for breakfast?
>Anon points a hoof at a spilled bowl of apples on the floor
A: I've been eating them for a while now. While delicious, they are in no way filling
TS: Oh... why didn't you just make pancakes?
A: Twily... you are a genius, why didn't I just go and cook on my stove with my human hands? What a foolish fool I have been
>You laugh a bit
>Anon is very dramatic sometimes
 TS: I suppose that is my fault. What if I make breakfast this morning?
A: I had no idea you cooked
>You start walking over to the refrigerator
TS: Oh, I usually don't. But, with your cook book, I am sure I can whip something up
A: Eh, I never use that book. Cooking is kind of an art form. You just got to flow with it
>You pay him no attention as you read and gather materials
>Ten minutes later...
>Anon finishes stamping out the fire you set to the curtains
>He looks sternly at you
>You blush and duck your head
TS: I, uh, I guess the stove was too hot... and well, I must have pulled too hard on the tassel...
A: TwiBright, you're fired
>Your face hangs in a frown
>Anon's angry scowl slowly recedes until his face is neutral
A: OK, sorry, that was harsher than I meant
TS: I understand. I didn't mean to burn down the kitchen
>Anon is suddenly upon you and wraps a hoof over your shoulder
A: It's not burnt down. Sure, some of it is burnt... and I need to repaint now... but, overall, it's not bad. I'm not really mad with you
>You perk up a bit at Anon's kind words
A: You should really just rest up. The sooner you make me human again, the sooner I can get back to making delicious meals for us
TS: Thank you, Anon. I'll just have an apple
>Anon climbs up onto the couch and reclines
>You grab an apple and shine it on your chest tuft
>It gives a little gleam in the light
>You take a bite into it and savour the taste
>You catch Anon looking at you with wide eyes
TS: Is there... something wrong?
>Anon snaps out of his trance
A: Wha? You talking to me?
>You smirk a little
>Anon must be tired
A: Hey, Twily, you ever wonder what it would be like to live without magic?
>You choke down another bite of apple
>Living without magic doesn't sound like living at all!
TS: I don't think so... magic is who I am
A: It's kind of hard being a pony for me
>You look over Anon and nod
TS: Well, you're an earth pony... not like a pony raised on your Earth... but, a pony from Equestria born to raise the soil and dominate the land
>Anon ponders for a moment
A: So... what does that mean?
TS: I am not really sure
>You laugh to yourself
TS: I've never been an earth pony before, so I cannot say what it would be like
>Anon hops down from the couch and stretches his legs
A: I can't say I really am enjoying this... couldn't you have zapped me into a unicorn? Maybe even a pegasus?
TS: Magic doesn't work like that, Anon. You became what you are when I transmogrified you. You aren't inherently magical and you can't fly. I believe that is why you were shaped into an earth pony
>Anon walks over to you
A: How do earth ponies even deal with the other two types?
TS: What do you mean by, "deal with?"
A: What I mean to say is, if unicorns wanted to, couldn't they just completely conquer Equestria?
TS: Oh, Anon, don't be silly. All ponies have a function in Equestria society and all ponies are treated practically based on their needs and skills
>Anon appears interested in this topic
TS: An earth pony might be an excellent farmer or even a skilled musician. They use their skill for those who need it and in turn, seek out the skills of others. It helps that almost everyp0ny has a group of friends they can always rely on
>Anon thinks long and hard
>He paces left to right
>You see that this whole experience is taxing on Anon's psyche
>You are torn between what to say next
TS: I'll work on getting you back to your human body, Anon
>You give him the Pinkie Promise
>You question whether Anon knows it, but it's a show of good faith
A: Thank you, TwiBright, I know I can trust you at the very least
>Anon leans in and nuzzles your neck
>His distinct cold aura makes you shiver lightly
>You take in the moment and let Anon regain his composure
>You feel Anon sniff at your mane for a moment
TS: Ah-ha-alright, Anon, I hope you're feeling better now!
>You back up
>Anon looks up at you with wide, blurry eyes
A: Just being around you makes me feel safe...
>Anon blushes and swaggers to and fro
>You imagine Anon's heightened pony sense will cause you trouble
>Better work on that transmogrifying spell
TS: Anon, while I am busy preparing, you should continue to explore your new body
>Anon grins from ear to ear, lips curling to the edges
A: Well, I don't know if I should do -that- now, ha ha
>Anon's lewdness registers in your head
TS: Not like that! I meant like jumping, walking and picking things up!
A: You know, I was wondering how you'd pick things up. I've been using my mouth for the most part. This house is really dusty
>You place your hoof on an apple and lift it into the air
TS: It's elementary, my dear Anon. You simply focus your grip over an object and place it just right in your hoof
>You roll the apple to Anon across the floor
>You see him press the apple to his hoof a few times with no success
>Anon presses the apple a little harder
>It is crushed under his strong hoof
A: Damn it...
>You chuckle to yourself
>Anon is like a big foal
A: This is no laughing matter, Twi! I miss my hands!
TS: Well, I need to prepare for the spell. I am sure you can keep yourself busy for a few hours?
>Anon looks dejectedly at you
A: I suppose so... I'll just stare at the computer
TS: That's the spirit! I will be in your room for absolute quiet and concentration
>You canter off

>Be Anon
>Bored
>Bored
>Still bored
>You press your hooves to your face and rub your muzzle
A: My hooves hurt, this room's too quiet, I don't know anyone here, I want to play video games
>You moan and gripe
>You lay on your back and roll around the carpet
>This brings you an unknown satisfaction
A: Haha, weird

>Be Twilight Sparkle
>You play the spell in your head a few times
>Watching your magic allows you a keen insight into how it unfolds
>While never 100% accurate, spell previewing helps detect possible flaws
>You imagine that you have enough energy to perform this task
>Celestia will be so proud of you when she learns that you can transmogrify complex creatures
>You tap your hooves together and smile at the thought
>You've been storing up energy for a few hours now and think it is time to fetch Anon

>Be Anon
>You hop around the tile floor in your kitchen
>Black tile to black tile, avoiding all white tiles
A: The white tiles are now hot lava!
>You declare this to make it true
>You are suddenly startled by your name being called
>Twilight is standing at the threshold of the kitchen
>Her face is stretched a bit in surprise
>Your rump and two of your hooves are in the air while two other hooves are balancing on black tiles
A: Uh, I can explain...

>Be Twilight Sparkle
>You see Anon displaying his body rather proudly
>You try not to look at him when he's flexing that much
TS: OK, Anon, if you could trot over here. I am ready to cast the spell
>Anon's ears flick up eagerly
>He gallops over to you and stands firm
A: My body is ready
>You hope you are as confident as Anon
>Your horn glows as you charge yourself
>You grunt as the light builds up more and more
>Anon closes his eyes and smiles
>You see the human form running through your head
>Tall, bipedal, feet and hands moving in time with the running image
>You feel your body being forced downward by the building pressure of the spell
>Now or never!
>With a grunt and a flash of brilliant light, your spell engulfs Anon
>His appearance flickers from a stallion to a man
>You focus intensely to maintain the channeling spell
>Anon's body is stretched and pulled in your beam
>You push harder, you can feel the spell about to take effect!
>Magic burn marks streak past your horn
>You are going to pass out!
>You plead with the spell to take hold already
>Is Anon resist?
>The door is suddenly thrust open by another human
>You nearly black out and are forced to drop your power
>Anon regains his pony shape
>You are exhausted now and your horn burns
>The human looks to you, then Anon, to you and then back to Anon
Linzy: The heck? Apartments ain't fer horses! That Anon knows he ain't suppose ta have pets in here
A: Linzy... my dear... close the door...
>Anon's eyes are glowing furiously
>The human he called out to seems frozen in fear
>Anon makes a dash to her
>Linzy attempts to escape, but Anon seems angry in a way you never knew
>He rams her leg to stop her from running and delivers a swift kick to her abdomen
>Her body tumbles down
>Anon drags her into the room and his tail pulls the door closed
>His form seems to shake and vibrate with magic for a moment as his image is distorted
A: Twilight... what happened to me?
TS: I-I don't know! I must not have had the energy needed
A: You said you did!
>Anon's growls are unnatural for a pony
>You look to the human on the floor
TS: Anon, you might have really hurt her! You need to calm down!
A: Calm!? I am calm! Make me a human again!
>Anon froths at the mouth as his eyes remain blank with energy
A: I felt it for a moment. I could feel my legs and hands! I was within inches of life again!
>His form vibrates and seems to shift place
>He is pressing up against your own face in a blink
A: What happened?!
>You back down and fall to the floor
>Your back presses up against the couch as you crawl
TS: I am not s-sure! B-but, I k-know I c-can fix this!
>Anon stands in place as arcs of energy fly from his hooves
>He grunts in pain and falls to his knees for a moment
A: Aarrgh... I can't take it!
>Anon slams his head to the floor
>Each hit causes his body to blink from human to pony and back again
>His image reminds you of a broken television screen
A: The pain is too much!
>As he yells, a spark flies from his body and sets a small fire in the kitchen
>He continues to battle his own body
>You are deathly afraid to move, but the smoke is forcing you to take action
TS: Anon! You need to calm down! Stop fighting it! The more you struggle, the more pain you'll suffer!
>Anon is completely unreasonable and incoherent
>He bubbles mindless as his hooves dent the floor and crack through the wood
>The fire has spread in the kitchen and you are running out of time
>You grab the injured human on the ground and toss her on your back
TS: Anon, please follow me!
>Anon looks to you with large, white eyes
>His face stretched with pain and anguish
>Sound and time stop for a breif moment as his voice is masked by the sound of energy violently splitting
>You try to see what is happening as the fire overwhelms the room
>You can not save Anon
>So run...
>Keep running
>You have this human to save
>You have to stop the fire
>Anon is...
>You don't want to think about it
>A red box on the wall catches your attention
TS: "Pull in and push down in case of fire"
>Perfect!
>You do as the box says and the halls are suddenly filled with rain
>This is just the right spell for the job!
>You leave the human to get wet while you rush back to Anon's room
>The smoke billows from shattered windows and the roaring flames lick away at furniture
>You cast a protective bubble on your body and rush past the dying flames
TS: Anon! Anon, please answer! Where are you!
>You look around where Anon was sitting to see nothing
>There is no trace that Anon was there except for a small magical burn ring
>Did he... ?
>By Celestia, you can't finish the thought!
>You race back out into the hall and see the human girl stirring in her place
>You gallop to her side
TS: Miss, are you alright? How's your side?
>She looks up at you with pain in her eyes
L: What's... happenin'?
TS: There was a fire... something bad happened
>You use your magic to look at her bones
>Small fractures to the ribs are the only issue you see
L: Talkin'... horse... well, Ah'll be...
>Linzy passes out
>You pull her onto your back and take off down the hall
>The sound of motor vehicles approaching have you on edge
>You don't know what they are doing, but a lot of humans in red trucks are coming down the street
>You're head pounds as you try to understand what happened to Anon
>Tonight will be difficult with this injured human in tow
>Celestia guide you for you know what you must do now

>In a molten land between time, you have arrived
>Be Anon the Lost
A: Where am I? What is this place?!
>You yell into the barren land hoping anything will reply
>Your body tingles with energy and lightning crackles from you finger tips
>This body is not the body you once had though it is human in shape
>Your skin is nothing but pulsing energy
>You have no discernible features
>At least you still know who you are... what you are... who you use to be
A: Did Twilight Sparkle send me here out of anger?
>You sit and look around
>Rivers of energy surround you
>Time seems to be moving where ever it pleases
>Space is distorted around objects, but objects are not truly in the way
Male Voice: Anon... why have you intruded into my domain?
>You look around
A: I do not mean to intrude. Show yourself and we can talk this through
MV: You have invaded my sanctuary out of time... why do you invade?
A: I did not mean to invade. I am lost!
MV: We are all lost...
A: No, I am legitimately lost... can you tell me how to get back to Earth?
MV: How do you intend to return with no body? You are a being of pure energy. What trials could you seek to find in the world of material?
>You want to cry, but cannot
>You have no eyes, yet you see everything
A: Well, do you know the way?
MV: Will you leave when you are told and never return?
A: Sure, yes. Anything!
MV: Very well...
>A ball of purest blue glimmers in the distant
MV: There is the dimension of material...
A: Do I just... walk to it?
MV: No one walks here... no one has a material body to walk...
>You squint and try to judge the distance
>Lifts off your feet, you notice you can float easily above the jagged terrain
>Well, that is nice...
>You push your body forward and accelerate beyond the point of sight
>This world rushes past you, yet you see everything clearly
>You do not know how fast you are moving, however, you know it is much faster than humanly possible
>Something slow is moving past you
>You brace yourself to collide
A: Shazbot!
>You slide through them without losing any momentum
A: Oh, yeah... OK...
>You continue moving in this speed towards the beacon
>It has not seem to grow any closer
>You steel your mind for the trip ahead...
>This could take a while