Anontificer 6

>You are Sweetie Belle.
>And you are worried.
>You knew Anon and Rarity were perfect together, took them long enough to figure it out for themselves, though.
>And in the end, you were sort of what brought them together!
>Before you would have been enthused. Another success meant that you could get a matchmaker cutie mark.
>But now you had one. Singing. And singing with PASSION!
>You were finally special!
>...you just hoped the girls wouldn't view you any different.
>You slip on a dress, covering your cutie mark.
>The girls weren't still awake when you got it, having been made to go home about a half hour prior to the event.
>So maybe if they didn't know, then you would still be friends!
"Nothing can go wrong!"
>...
"Everything is going WRONG!"
>This test is so boring!
>Applebloom and Scootaloo were both sick at home with wicked bad tummyaches from all the stuff they ate at your party. You were fine, so you didn't know what the big deal was.
>"Sweetie Belle! I told you that this test is to be taken quietly! If it is really distracting you that much, perhaps you should see me after class for some tutoring."
>You grumble and get back to the test.
>>Discord is the spirit of A:Disharmony, B:Chaos, C:Chocolate milk and cotton candy, D:A and B.
>Due to your personal experience, you knew the answer D, bu expected an All of the above answer.
>With a groan you look to the next question.
>After the test, you sit in your chair and try to wait out the boredom.
>"Didja hear? Sweetie Belle is a zombie!"
>What? Am not!
>"Yeah, she totally died the other day, and came back as a robot!"
>"Sweetie Bot!? Wow, and she's still a blank flank? I thought dying would make an excellent cutie mark, and she couldn't even get THAT."
>The jeers and back and forth in the form of whispers meant only for each other and your ears stung.
>You knew Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were mean, but not THAT mean.
>It didn't help the two would grin and look at you for your reaction after every few words.
>You try to keep a straight face and concentrate on the subject matter. Anything was better than the lies and slander thsoe two cooked up. Gossiping should have been their cutie marks!
>The bell rings and it is time for recess/lunch.
>The two mischief makers stop you at the door.
"HeY! What gIVes?"
>"Oh, sorry there, Blank Flank! We didn't notice you, what with your talent being INVISIBLE and all!"
>They high-hoof each other.
>Sometimes you wish those two would accidentally bean each other in the face. Just once.
>You glare at them.
"Let me go thrOUGH!"
>"No chance, loser-pants! I see you brought a dress! What's the occasion: modeling your sister's worthless fashion?"
>Ohhh, nop0ny insults your sister Rarity's work!
"It is NOT worthless!"
>You look around for Cheerilee, who is tending to a colt who managed to sprain his wing on the bars.
>Drats.
>"Well, usually this is the part where your little usless blank flank friends bail you out. But there's no three on two today, just us on you!"
"Eww, I don't want either of you on me, or even nEAR me."
>They stop and look at each other for a second, then simultaneously glare back at you. You can feel your courage fading from the odds.
>Ohh, you wish you were bigger, so these two would leave you alone!

>You are Anonymous, a second level Artificer currently cuddling with your marefriend.
>It's around noon, but you can't seem to find a care to give.
>"Hmmm, Anonymous, we really should get up soon..."
"Yeah, we probably should."
>Seeing as you either lack or botch the initiative, Rarity's telekinesis lifts you out of the bed, setting you on your feet, a grumpy frown on your face.
>"Oh, don't give me that look now, Anonymous. One must be up and out of bed at a reasonable hour. I shall let it slide today, but not tomorrow."
>She gives a coy grin.
>She is totally going to let it slide tomorrow.
>Finding a grin of your own, you put on some work clothes and prepare to see Twilight about your book.
>You are taken out of this sense of peace when a mass rustling occurs.
>You weren't this arcanely sensitive, were you?
>No, this magic feels familiar, kind of like the sleep you activated last night...
"Sweetie Belle!"
>You rush out the door, hearing a confused Rarity mutter:
>"Sweetie Belle?"
>You don't answer mostly because you aren't in the house anymore, but partially because you don't know why: you just FEEL that something bad is going down.
>You can see the schoolyard from here, and you know she's there.
>Moving at a whole 20 feet a second, your bounding gait that meant nothing in Faerun covers the distance of the town rather nicely.
>(That's 24 squares per round, for you non laymen.)
>Ponies move out of your way and you reach the school with a look of horror and fascination.
>Inside the remains of the building's entry was Sweetie Belle.
>A GIANT SWEETIE BELLE!
>Squatting next to her were two fillies you knew well for their infamy. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.
>You never could divine their talents' meanings, but you knew one thing: they were not nice ponies.
>Of course they were also children, so you couldn't DO anything.
>Seeing them piss themselves in fear in front of a Large Sweetie Belle was golden, however.
>Pun partially intended.
"Sweetie Belle! How did you get so big?"
>Sweetie Belle turns to see you and with a frightened expression yells back.
>"I DON'T KNOW! I WISHED I WAS BIGGER SO THEY WOULD STOP TEASING ME AND THEN I WAS!"
>Ow, ooh. She's loud.
"Then unwish it as fast as you can! I'll come in and help."
>Sweetie Belle looks to concentrate as hard as she can, but looks at you when you finally reach her legs.
>Criminy, she's almost twice your height!
>She went straight from Small to Medium to Large, if you had to guess.
>And some say her weight class grew two size modifiers that day.
>This was obviously one of the many spell effects she had stored inside her.
>You deduced quickly from her words that the spell triggered from her desire to protect herself, and if that one ominous not you wrote yourself was true, you installed a whole heap of spells in her body with the express purpose of keeping her safe.
>You connect to the spell mainframe and deactivate the only current effect: Empowered Enlarge.
>Yeesh. Metamagic effects are nasty. How'd you afford this?
>Sweetie Belle returns to her natural size, and hugs your leg.
>"Thanks Anon! I was scared!"
>You look at her again.
"You were also clothed when you left this morning. What happened to your dress? And where are the other crusaders?"
>"Uh oh... I don't know!"
>Looking around at ground zero, you find the tattered remains of her clothing.
>Odd, all equipment and gear usually enlarges with the being affected. This Hulk-growth clothes ripping was quite unusual.
>But then again, so was a Re-Forged that maintained emotion and bodily function.
>Sweetie Belle was closer to the Million Gold Piece Mare than she was any warforged relative.
>Perhaps the horn part is what does it.
>Her horn is the only piece of her body that is truly her own.
>The spell affects her horn, and then her gear is her remaining body?
>Perhaps. But it looked like school was pretty much over, what with an entire wall blown out. You weren't sure a Mending was going to cover this, but you gave it a shot.
>Placing your hands on the wall and rubble, you activated your internal power and reformed the wall.
>Well, mostly, anyway.
>It was allll messed up and damaged-looking.
>You don't think you;re going to do much better.
"Uhhh, what do you say I pick you up early today, huh?"
>"Sure!"
>You explain briefly what happened to Cheerilee and take Sweetie Belle home with you.
>Oh boy, this was going to be a joy to tell Rarity.