>That'll be nine bits
>The bubble gum colored mare says to you
>You fish through your bag and look for a few golden coins
>You dump the contents of the bag and count only seven bits
>It's what two days of working the corner has gotten you
>Thank Christ that your plumbing doesn't work, otherwise you would be fucked
>Fuck this horseland and their unionized prostitution
"Please miss, I haven't eaten all day"
>"And I guess you won't. Now get lost, I have paying customers to attend to"
>Another pony butts in line in front of you and drops only three bits for the lettuce that you were trying to buy
>The fat ass horse secures an entire stalk of lettuce
>You're used to this shit by now
>These fucking horses get things for next to nothing, while you get overcharged at any chance
>You aren't the only one however
>It's been about two months since "The flip" happened
>It was something that you and your ilk did not expect
>A few random individuals, the princess of friendship figured about 1 in 250,000 suddenly found yourselved in this strange land in strange bodies
>Every single one of your lifetime achievements suddenly did not matter one bit as your hummanity was taken
>Some of you, like yourself, realized tthat you were not even the same sex as you were when you flipped
>It was all so sudden and the royalty had no way to prepare for it
>So you, along with anyone misfortunate enough to be in your situation ended up being treated like third class citizens
>Worse than niggers, hell, you weren't even niggers. You'd be lucky if you were treated like injuns
>This pony was certainly going to gyp you so you told them to fuck off
>You headed back home, to your monkey shack, as the locals call it
>The cheap shanty huts that the government built for the "trannies", as you were soon called, on such a short notice
>That was until you recognized a familiar plant by the riverbed
>It had several leaves on a stem, all spread out, with several red berries darting out

>You plucked a few stems off of this plant before heading back to this shack
>You stuck these stems into the empty, lint filled sack that failed to find you food earlier and headed home
>You shack, as you would call it was equivelent to several 2x4s and some sheet metal sidings
>You figure that this makeshift shelter took the royal guard only about half an hour to build
>Opening your door, yopu threw your sack on your tiny cot
>Now was not the time, but you were going to enact your revenge on these worthless cunts
>You decide to take the herb to a zebra you came to befriend, she didn't seem fond of you, but knowing these judgemental pricks, she dinot come to mind
>You knew that she would be down to help you make just about any tonic or remedy that your alien brain can come up with
>So you take the plants to her in hopes that she can properly refine them
>Zecora is kind and only keeps the cost of production in mind as she charges you for her services
>Pretty soon, you have several grams of a white, cristaline substance, and you are headed off to Sugar Cube Corner
>Recent laws made it difficult on ponies to get a large amount of salt
>You thought of it as a strange thing in your current form, you found salt to be almost irresistible
>Nearly to the point that you were willing to sell your body for just a few tablespoons of rock salt
>Celestia only knows what you would be willing to do for salt pellets
>however, you were going to make something quite a bit stronger than salt
>Something that was in fact, so powerful that these ponies would regret ever crossing paths with your kind
>You hurried your ass over to the bakery to buy as much baking soda as your ass could get a hold of
>Luckily for you, that was quite a bit
>The local baker's union forced the tiny shop to overcharge you for flour, yet it could not do anything for baking soda
>You bought half a pound of the stuff for two bits and stuff the powders into your bag
>The last place left was Rich's Backyard Bargains
>You were going to get a frying pan and a small stand for it
>With the last necessary components, you race home

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>Your "home" basically amounts to an overcrowded shanty
>It is a space that you share with 5 other ponies

>You open the door to your shanty home and grab a burner that you stole from a client who was a chemist
>Quickly, you stuff it into your cheap bag
>Your shackmates are too busy speaking russian
>Goddam Slavs
>You lie in your bed and think of your next move
>How dare these worthless farm animals disrespect something as civilized as humanity?
>Stupid fucking horses were going to learn their place
>You wait until the sun begins to set in order to sneak out and find a place to hide in the woods
>There was a strict curfew in place, but nop0ny would suspect a thing if you left
>Afterall, suicides were common in the communities
>It was something that was sort of just glossed over
>Your hoof crushed a twig as you were exiting your shanty
>This catches the attention of a patrolling guard
>Luckily, you use this world's cartoon logic to your advantage and you are able to evade the guard by inexplicably disappearing as he came by your location
>You conviniently find yourself on the outskirts of the encampment and begin to head into the woods in search of a quite place to work
>The place that you land on is an abandoned cavern that used to serve home to a bugbear
>As if it were almost instict, you begin to setup shop and within minutes you are ready to begin
>So far, you have and combine the baking soda with the refined powder that you got from the zebra, along with a few crushed up aspirins that you had in your possessions
>You add a few drops of water and quickly after heating, an oily layer forms
>After a while, the mix becomes like mud
>It is now a chalky paste that you continue to heat to the point that it becomes a solid chunk
>Perfect
>You know that most of these abusive sacks of shit would know better than to trust a trannie, so you go ahead and give the rocks to your connections who practice sex work
>You offer them 1/4 commission in exchange for getting the word out
>You know that Equestrians are always looking for salt replacements following the recent bans, and that this stuff will blow salt right out of the fucking water
>Three days later and you realize that your plan worked
>That twelve bit investment netted you about 189 bits
>Two more weeks of this shit and you would have more than enough to buy out that cunt who turned you down earlier
>That's not good enough for you though, you were going to make these haymunchers pay for their goddam insolence
>However, phase 1 of your plane was complete. You introduced a new product to this land
>A week and a half later, you purchased a plot of land from a prominent family
>It was on what was considered a sacred plot of land, guaranteed to grow whatever was planted on it
>The family that owned it had gained influence over the town after their family was one of the first to populate the area
>It only expanded after one of the members was discovered to have a power that can defeat a god
>You've heard many stories of this mare
>You knew that she would ask you about your motives for buying land and you knew that her gaze would pierce right through you in search of the truth
>That Wonder Woman and her bitch ass lasso don't have shit on this pony
>Your only hope was to offer her a deal that was so grand that she would not be able to turn it down
>You quickly found that everyone had a price
>That was the one true constant that you found here
>You would purchase the land at triple its worth and the mare in charge would not question your motives
>In practically no time you were set up with a small farm, a cottage, and a plant to make your stuff in
>You were able to pay the zebra enough to show you how to make the stuff yourself