AnonPone - part 2 -

>You wake up
>You open your eyes
>There are pink curls in front of you
>Past that, you can see a room with colorful wallpapering
>Then it hits you that you're laying in bed
>What are you going to do on the bed
>Pomf
>No, but seriously
>You look down and see...
>A pink pony
>From the first person POV
>It feels so weird
>You move your hooves, staring at them like you'd taken LSD
>It's so unreal
"I wonder if-"
>You instinctively cover your mouth with your hooves
>That voice
>It's...it's your voice
>But also Pinkie's
>Sweet lord almighty, this is fucked up on so many levels
"Ohmigosh~"
>You giggle at the sound of your own voice
>Goddamn, nigga, you is kawaii as fuck
>It's still weird and surreal, but you feel better about it
>Somehow
>Oh well
>It's magic
>Twi ain't gotta 'splain shit
>You hop out of bed with an unnatural spring in yourstep
>Your body feels light and energetic
"Wow~ This is amazing!"
>As you say that, there's a knock on the door
>You jump from sheer surprise
"Eek!"
>The door opens
>In steps a man in a suit
>With a green face
>What the fuck
>What the actual fuck
>"Hey Anon."
"Shouldn't that be MY line?"
>He chuckles
>"It probably should But I take it you're not ACTUALLY pinkie pie, as much as I'd want that?"
>You wince
"Aw, dude, that hurts!"
>He shakes his head and chuckles
>"I'm sorry, that was terrible of me. You're not worth less than Pinkie, anon, I just wanted to make sure you were you. The semblance is uncanny. Well, and of course most people would choose their waifu over an impersonator.
>Your ears flatten
"That's true..."
>You can hear the wistfulness in your own voice
>Anon looks taken aback
>I'm sorry, Anon. Can we please just...forget this ever happened, and start anew?"
>You sigh
>Then look up at him with what you assume to be big, expressive blue eyes
"Aw, sure. I probably would've done the same thing as well in your situation."
>He smiles
>Or so you assume
>He pulls his mask off
>He doesn't die
>And it doesn't seem extremely painful
>He's incredibly average
>But in that 'generically sort of good looking typical american 18-20-something' sort of way
>He's not ugly by any stretch of the imagination, is your point
>"My name's David"
>You nod happily
"And mine's...ah, nevermind, it's a stupid name"
>You shake your head
>Ano- David - places a gentle hand on your full head of pink curls
>His hand is so warm and gentle
>"It's okay. I mean, fuck, I'm named for a famous jew, how do you think I feel?"
>That prompts a giggle from you
"Gas the kikes! Race war now!"
>Just saying that in that voice makes you crack up
>He's laughing too
>"Haha, goddamn. I think we'll get along fairly alright."
"Heh. I hope so. Anyhow, my name is Sebastian."
>"That's not so bad. Sounds a little nerdy, but it's not extreme pleb or fuccboi."
"Aw, thank you!"
>"Hnnng!"
>You give a short laugh
"This is actually pretty nice, all in all"
>"Mhm. So, tell me, why did you choose to be the little mare? I have my suspicions, but I'd like to hear if I'm right."
>You shrug
"W-well...first of all, ponies are cute, and Pinkie's the cutest of them all."
>He nods approvingly
>"But more than that..."
>He looks expectantly at you
"More than that...No, it feels silly, damnit."
>He quirks an eyebrow
>"Sillier than swearing in Pinkie Pie's voice?"
>Touché
>You gently push your head against his hand
"Point taken. But seriously, I'm really vulnerable at the moment. I mean, I've just been transformed into a pony and taken to wherever the fuck we are and now you're the one with all the power."
>He shrugs
>"Fair point."
"That, and...well, you said you had some guesses as to why. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say you're probably intelligent, if a bit of an underachiever"
>"Are you quoting pasta at me? Because I've memorized the entire navy seal pasta. And the pirate version."
>You shake your head
"I'm paying you a compliment, nonny."
>He [Hnnngs internally]
"So as I was saying, you seem like a smart fella, and you've probably analyzed this situation to hell and back."
>He nods
"So it's almost pointless for me to confirm it."
>"You're saying, then, that you feel unloved, unpopular, not respected, lonely, or some combination of the above, plus you've got generally shit self-esteem and probably body image? And most likely like pleasing others too?"
>He pauses to take a breath
>You clap your hooves together, looking a bit sad
"Bravo. There's just no way to put that so it sounds good, is there."
>"Sure there is. I'm willing to say you're a loving person who truly cares about friends, family, and possibly even strangers from the bottom of your own heart, wholly and completely unconditionally. And the negative stuff is likely spillover from bullying or something like that. It's fine, is what I'm saying."
>He smiles, then leans down and hugs you tight
>You choke back tears