Dystopian Anon in Equestria - Consolidated Story

This is the second story I've written for AiE, consolidated all into one, convenient paste. For those who are unaware, this story was a crossover between MLP, and the 1900s dystopian novel, "Brave New World". Set in a futuristic (at the time) society, everything is regulated by the World State, which is controlled by ten individuals, known fittingly as the "World Controllers". The novel was written in order to show a society where commercialism and consumerist ideals were brought to the ultimate hyperbole, that is to the ultimate over-exaggeration, and is commonly read in later highschool English courses, as I had been in at the time of writing this story.

So, I give you my first semi-dark crossover story: Dystopian Anon in Equestria.


Dystopian Anon in Equestria
By: Wuten

>It is 449 A.F. (After Ford)
>You are one of the ten Controllers, leaders of the World State
>You are Anonymous.
>The World State is the perfect utopia; nobody would ever dare want to go against it
>Bokanovsky’s Process has ensured that the caste system is designed to keep stability within the society
>Community. Identity. Stability. These are the foundations of the World State
>The caste system is divided into 5 different caste groups: Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Deltas, and Epsilons
>Alphas run the society as the upper class, while each group works its way down to the Epsilons, the brainless, idiotic class that are used for basic tasks
>Bokanovsky’s Process has ensured that each member of each caste stays within his or her own caste, and does not leave
>By putting the fertilized egg cells through eight minutes of X-rays, they either split, or died off
>Reproduction by budding will yield anywhere from eight to ninety-six embryos, each one identical to the last
>Dosing the egg cells near to death with alcohol, one can lower the intelligence of the soon-to-be full grown human to their liking
>Alphas are left alone, while the Beta caste and lower are subjected to more and more intense dosages of alcohol, with Epsilons receiving the most
>You are an Alpha Double-Plus; you are the highest rank of the highest rank
>This is why you are a World Controller
>Nobody questions your authority; all people are grateful to you and your colleagues for your unquestionable leadership and knowledge
>And they should, for you have created the answer to all of their sadness; the substance “soma”
>One dose of soma and all of your problems are gone
>This is how your utopia has survived the past 400+ years
>Community, Identity, Stability.
“Reroute the power! Go now!”
>That’s right. You’re an Alpha Double-Plus, that makes you the leader of the entire operation
>It started when one of the World Controllers informed you of the supply of soma running low on Earth
>The ten of you immediately agreed that a search for a new, more efficient method for harvesting ingredients would be the best option
>Synthesizing soma has become less effective than it was years ago
>Your duty to your people to keep them happy. That’s all it is.
>”Sir! It’s not working, the systems are jammed!” you hear a Beta worker shout up to you from the testing area, frantically trying to press keys to stop the anomaly
>You have begun your own testing in secret for not only new worlds for harvesting, but entirely different dimensions
>This is your first test: opening a wormhole to another dimension
>…Unfortunately, due to a few incorrect calculations, the wormhole has manifested a bit… uncontrollably
>It’s swallowing everything that gets near it
>You watch as a few helpless Alphas and Betas are sucked into the abyssal center of the wormhole, never to be seen again
>You wonder what could have gone wrong, as you are pulled closer and closer to the wormhole
>It’s pointless for you to resist its grip, you already know this
>Just close your eyes, and accept your fate; someone will eventually replace you.
>They always do.
>They must to maintain stability within the World State.
>One egg cell; that’s all you were to the World State
>You were commissioned and bred to be a leader. They won’t do any different with the next one
>Might be a bit disturbed with all of the soma you’re taking with you on your journey to death
>It could be useful in case you manage by some slim chance to survive this
>You’re lifted off your feet, and you are thrown into the center of the wormhole, feeling your entire body warp and squish into the size of a pinpoint while moving faster than light through dimensions is absolutely dreadful
>You wish you had taken a gramme or two of soma before this happened
>Suddenly, you feel yourself hit something hard
>Too painful to move… the world is fading around you
>The last thing you hear before you black out is a female’s voice
>”What -is- that thing?”

>You wake up slowly; you’re in a white room
>Your head is throbbing, and you have multiple injuries across your body
>…Someone’s bandaged you up?
>Then… did the wormhole experiment work? It must have been one of your Alphas who set this up
>Though everything seems a bit… small.
>You hear the door open, and steps coming up to you
>”Well, howdy there, stranger! Looks like ya got pretty banged up back there, so ah decided ah’d bring you back here an’ fix you up!”
>You turn your head to look at where the strange dialect was coming from
>Some kind of orange… pony?
>Your eyes widen; this couldn’t possibly exist. It’s unfathomable! Unreasonable!
>”So, can ya talk? Hope ya didn’t bang yer head too hard…”
>You eye the pony for a long time, just sitting there, mouth agape
“What… are you?”
>You’re looking around the room; that explains the size difference from everything
“Where are my Alphas? My researchers?”
>”Yer what-now?” the orange pony raises an eyebrow at you. “Last I remember, Rarity said she only found you with nothing else except for a few boxes of some kinda… ‘soma’-thing?”
>Your eyes shoot back to her
“Where is it now?”
>Your voice is a bit frantic
>”Uh, well, ah think Rarity has it-”
“Wonderful! Where can I find this… ‘Rarity’?”
>You have to get out of this place
>”Whoa there, calm down!” the pony exclaims, pushing you back down onto the bed. “You’re hurt, and you gotta rest, alright? Just wait, ah’m sure Twilight’ll be here any second and she’ll be able ta explain what’s goin’ on.”
“I already know what’s going on, and I know what I need to do to get out of here.”
>”You do?”
>You nod
“Simple. I’m just… hallucinating. That’s all. You’re just a figment of my imagination, and I’m having some sort of wild soma trip.”
>You stand up, getting off the bed, before once again collapsing back, smacking your head on the wall
>Well, if it’s a hallucination, then it’s a really fucking thorough one
>”Uh… you sure yer alright?” the pony asks you, prodding you with one of her hooves
>You wince a bit
“…I suppose sleep will be the best thing to be rid of this hallucination. Thank you for helping me in my lucid dreaming.”
>You turn over onto your side, before closing your eyes and falling asleep again
>A sound of her muttering something about “crazy as a rooster crowing in the middle of the night” reaches your ears as she leaves the room
>You wake up a few hours later
>Still in the same room as before
>You get up, but you feel a sharp pain on your side
>Must’ve fallen asleep in a weird position and cramped up your muscles
“Now then, time to get some-”
>You stop dead in your tracks
>There’s a pink, fluffy thing staring at you from the ceiling
>Standing there as if it has suction cups on its feet
>Wait a minute… it’s another one of those pony-things
>Well, looks like your hallucination hasn’t gone away
>”Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie, what’s your name?” the pink one asks, bouncing down onto the ground
“I am Anonymous, one of the ten World Controllers, an Alpha Double-Plus.”
>”Heehee! That’s a silly name. How about I just call you Anon for short?” she asks, grinning up at you
>This is a weird hallucination
“I suppose that will be acceptable.”
>”Great!” she exclaims, holding out a hoof. “You’re my new best friend, Anon!”
>You eye the pony for a moment
“…Friend?”
>”Yeah! Friend! Y’know, someone to talk with, and play with, and- OH! Make sweets and stuff! You look like someone who knows his way around sweets and cakes!”
>What the heck is she talking about?
“Sorry, that’s not something I’m… familiar with.”
>”WHAAAAATT??! You’ve never had any sweets before, ever?!” she exclaims, gasping and her jaw dropping to the floor
>What is with the physics here? It’s all completely illogical, yet… there are some aspects that are logical
>Similar to Earth, actually
“I have no idea what you are talking about, actually.”
>She shakes her head rapidly, before grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room
>With her hoof
>The hell?
>”We’re getting you to Sugarcube Corner, stat!” she exclaims
>Suddenly, the orange pony turns a corner. “Pinkie? What in tarnation do ya think yer doin’?”
>”Taking Anon here to Sugarcube Corner! He’s never had any dessert a day in his life!” she exclaims to the orange one
>The orange pony shakes her head. “He needs rest, Pinkie! He’s still a bit bonkers from hitting his head!”
>You manage to slip your hand away during their conversation
“Excuse me, but if I’m going to be going anywhere, it’s to collect my things and leave this place. Where did you say my belongings were?”
>You turn to look at the orange pony, rubbing your hand
>”Oh, they’re at Rarity’s. She’s the one that found ya,” she says. “Now, ya need ta get some rest, seriously; yer not in the right mind ta be goin’ out like this.”
“I’m going out. I’m getting my things. And I’m leaving this place for good.”
>She sighs, and looks up at you. “Alright, I’ll letcha go with Pinkie. You take him over ta Rarity’s, alright Pinkie?” she asks, turning to the pink one
>”Okie dokie loki!” she exclaims, holding up a hoof in the air. “C’mon Mister Anon! Follow me!”
>You nod, following the bouncing pony down the trail toward the small town
>It’s like an eternal visit to the Reservation… minus the savageness of the natives
>There’s ponies… ponies everywhere.
>It’s much too colorful for your tastes
“What… -is- this place?”
>”Silly! This is P0nyville! You’re in the land of Equestria, after all!” the pink pony exclaims
>You remember the orange one mentioning her name… ‘Pinkie’?
“This is so much different from what the World State is.”
>You take a look around; the ponies around the town are all giving you strange looks
“Tell me, has any human ever come to this place?”
>”A human? What’s that?” she asks, turning her head to look at you as she continues bouncing
“Well, it’s what I am. A homo-sapien.”
>”A homo-wha?”
“I take that as a ‘no’, then.”
>She shakes her head. “Nope! I’ve never seen anyp0ny like you before! And I know everyp0ny here, so that would mean you’re new!”
“I can see that. So does that mean that… ‘Ponies’ are the sentient race here? They’re the ones in charge?”
>”Yup! Princess Celestia and Princess Luna are the ones in charge, but they’re pretty lenient when it comes to ruling. They control the sun and the moon, ya know?”
>Your eyes widen
“The sun and the moon?! How is that possible?”
>”Magic, of course!” she grins up at you, as the two of you come up to a cylindrical building with various decorations on it
>So tacky, too many designs
>The World State has no place for art
>Your society gave up the pursuit of higher arts for the pursuits of happiness
>Art cannot exist without passion. And passion was abandoned due to misery
>Truth brings change. Change brings instability. Instability brings unhappiness. Therefore, all things in the World State were made without expression
“…Magic?”
>Pinkie nods, before knocking on the door to the boutique with her head
>…Strange one, this pink pony is
>The door opens, and a white pony walks out to meet the two of you
>”Ah! Darling, you must be the one I found earlier today. I must say, you were quite shaken from your… ‘eventful’ landing,” she says
>This one has… a horn?
“What… is that?”
>You point at the horn on her head
>”Oh, this?” she asks, pointing to her horn, “Why, it’s my horn, of course! Couldn’t perform magic without it, after all. Sewing clothing and outfits is precise work, after all, so magic definitely helps with it.”
>There’s that word again: ‘magic’.
“When you say ‘magic’, exactly what do you mean?”
>The white pony smiles, and opens the door wider. “Come in, I’ll show you around. Thank you Pinkie, I’ll take it from here.”
>”Okie dokie loki!” the pink one grins widely, looking up at you. “I’ll be back later; you’re gonna have an awesome time at Sugarcube Corner!” she exclaims, before hopping off toward the center of the town
“…Definitely strange.”
>”Don’t worry, she means well,” the white pony smiles, closing the door behind you with a bright glow from her horn
>You eye the horn for a bit inquisitively, before deciding to ask about it
“So that was what you’d call ‘magic’, then?”
>”Yes; there are many different kinds of magic, from levitation, to transformation, and so on,” she says, walking up to you. “I’m Rarity, by the way. A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she smiles, holding out a hoof
>You smile, taking it in your hand, shaking it
“I am Anonymous, one of the ten Controllers of the World State.”
>”Oh, sounds quite prestigious!” she exclaims, gasping a bit, “Tell me about this ‘World State’,” she says, guiding you over to a nearby couch
>It’s a bit small, but it holds your person well enough
>She seems well interested in the possible ideas of a utopian society
>You tell her of all of the glorious devices of your society’s creation, such as soma, which she has since levitated the boxes back to you
>You smile, offering her a tablet
>”Oh, I couldn’t; I’m not quite… comfortable, with that sort of thing,” she says, her face a bit nervous as she lays down on another couch across from you
>You proceed to educate her on all introductory aspects of the World State, more or less of what young children would be conditioned within the Hatchery
>She gasps at your mentions of how art is not part of your society, and that love, passion, and individuality is all conditioned out of the citizens from birth
>You also tell her about how sex is no longer based on an emotional love, but a physical gratification; she’s disgusted by it
>She’s especially shocked when she learns of what the Hatchery does to keep the castes in check
>”That’s horrible! Limiting the children before they are even born… what kind of person -does- that?”
“It keeps them happy. Think about it; there are no wars, no riots, and no conflicts anymore in the World State. The people are happy because the work they do is tailored to their intelligence and physical ability. Epsilons, for example, relish in the simple labor they have, because it requires little to no strain on their minds.”
>”I suppose, it makes sense… but happiness at the cost of suppressing individuality…? Why bother living in a world where everyone is the same? My business would certainly falter in the face of such conditions,” she says, cringing a bit at the thought
“Well, then it’s better for you to be in this kind of society then, I suppose.”
>She smiles and nods. “Definitely.”
“You know, you remind me of someone I remember hearing about back in the World State.”
>”Oh?”
“Yes; his name was John, but the citizens more accurately referred to him as ‘The Savage’.”
>”Oh, my! Why would they do such a thing?” she exclaims, gasping a bit
>You go into detail of explaining what you knew about John; he had been born at the Reservation, and learned from the writings of Shakespeare, contradicting the propaganda of the World State
>Eventually, he could not take the conditioning of the citizens, and started a riot, landing him in confinement
>He asked for isolation; however you and the other World Controllers refused it to him due to his being the one that started the riots
>He left the city and eventually took up residence in a lighthouse
>It was later found that he had hung himself, ending whatever connection to the world he had
>”Oh my, that’s terrible!” she exclaims. “Well, I do hope his spirit was laid to rest…”
>You shrug
“We’ve grown to where we do not fear death; rather, we enjoy life and all of its pleasures. And if there is ever something we do not particularly enjoy, there’s always soma. One gramme, and all of the problems in the world go away.”
>She shakes her head. “It sounds like more of a hallucination than anything else…”
“It creates euphoria for those who ingest it. Religion without tears –that’s what soma is.”
>She thinks for a moment. “It still seems a bit strange… to cut yourself off from the rest of the world to enjoy your own hallucination of all of the good things of the world; it almost seems rather selfish, if you ask me.”
“Your world and my own are two very different societies; it’s not surprising you’d think strangely of it… you said your name was Rarity?”
>”Yes; and yes, they are very much the opposite. I don’t know if Princess Celestia would agree with it either…”
>That’s the second time you’ve heard the mention of that name
“Tell me, who is this… ‘Celestia’ I’ve heard about?”
>”Oh, she is our ruler,” Rarity says, looking you square in the eyes. “She controls the sunrise, and her sister, Luna, controls the sunset.”
“I remember the pink one mentioning something about that. Exactly what is it they do to perform this mighty task, though?”
>”Why, magic, of course,” Rarity smiles. “She and her sister are the most powerful spellcasters of all of us.”
“I see. And how would I go about meeting this… ‘Celestia’?”
>”Well, I’m sure that Twilight would be willing to send a letter to her about you,” Rarity says. “I can take you there tomorrow, if you would like. It looks to be getting a bit late right now,” she looks out the window
>Sure enough, it’s nearing sunset
>”Do you have a place to stay yet, Mr. Anonymous?” she asks, looking back to you
>Hm… Come to think of it, you don’t, really
>You shake your head
>She smiles. “That’s fine; you can stay here tonight. I’m sure Sweetie Belle won’t mind letting you use her room for one night, she can stay with me. Speaking of which…” she mutters, “She should be arriving home by now. Her and her friends always seem to enjoy playing outside where they get dirty,” she shudders at the thought. “Not me, though; I’d prefer to do anything in my ability to prevent such activity.”
>Almost on cue, the door slams open and you see three smaller ponies, completely covered from head-to-toe in mud
>Rarity gasps, and she rushes over to the three of them. “Sweetie Belle, what kind of crazy plan did you three come up with today?” she asks, her voice a bit frantic
>”Cutie Mark Crusaders Trench-Diggers!” one of the mud-covered ponies exclaims, grinning proudly up at Rarity
>You assume that by the horn on her head, this is the sister she was talking about
>”Yeah, Apple Bloom here thought we’d be able to get our cutie marks by digging a bunch of trenches. Show’s how much she knows,” another one of the smaller ponies says, groaning a bit
>This one has wings, though; that’s new
>”Hey! Yer the one who said it sounded like a good idea!” the pony on top of the pile looked down at the winged pony
>You assume by her accent she could possibly be related to the other pony from earlier
>”Now now, you two should be heading on home, quickly! Don’t want that mud to cake to your fur; it’ll take an eternity to get it out!” Rarity exclaims, looking at the two other, smaller ponies
>”Alright…” the winged one sighs, before shrugging the one she called ‘Apple Bloom’ off of her, and walking out, tracking hoofprints of mud behind her
>”You should do the same, Apple Bloom; what would Applejack say if she saw you like this?” Rarity turns to look at the other filly
>”My sister? Heehee, she’d prob’ly crack up laughing!” she exclaims, before hopping off Sweetie Belle and out onto the trail. “See ya tomorrow, Sweetie Belle!” she grins, waving a hoof at the last remaining mud-covered pony
>”Bye you guys!” she waves back, before Rarity’s horn starts to glow and the door magically closes shut
>”Now, Sweetie Belle, we have a guest staying with us tonight,” Rarity smiles, her eye twitching a bit from seeing the mud on her floor, before turning to look at you. “He’ll be sleeping in your room tonight, so you’ll be staying with me.” She turns back to the smaller pony, “So that means you have to wash all that mud off, alright?”
>”Yes ma’am!” she exclaims, before turning to look at you
>Her eyes widen
>”Wh-what is THAT?” her voice cracks a bit on the last word, pointing a muddy hoof at you
>”That, is our guest tonight. His name is ‘Anonymous’. Please be more polite,” Rarity sighs, before her horn starts to glow and the smaller pony is levitated up off the ground
>”I apologize for ending our conversation so soon; I’m taking her to get a bath ready. Her room is down the hall and on the left, you may go and see if the room will accommodate you,” Rarity says, before she walks off, levitating the muddy pony in the air next to her, the occasional drop of mud landing on the floor causing her to wince with each time
>Might as well go check it out
>You stand up and walk into the hallway, opening the door on the left, just like Rarity said
>It’s fairly small, and… pink.
>So much fucking pink
>You walk over to the bed, it’s a bit small but hopefully it’ll hold your body without breaking
>You look around the room
>It’s… different. Expected from a place like this, but different from what you’re used to seeing in the World State
>You walk out, and Rarity has since returned from fixing a bath for Sweetie Belle, she’s sitting on the couch
>You see the floor has since been cleaned
>You walk back and sit down across from her once again
>”So, will it be enough for you?” she asks, smiling
“It will do for tonight.”
>She nods, muttering something about a ‘thank you’ under her breath
>”Well, now where were we in our conversation before Sweetie Belle came in?” she asks, smiling once again
“You were saying something about this ‘Twilight’ sending a message to Celestia for me?”
>”Ah, yes; we can go tomorrow to Twilight’s home, she’ll be both interested to see you, and I’m sure she’ll be willing to send a letter to the princess.”
>You nod; seems feasible
>Actually a bit curious to meet this “Princess Celestia” that people… er, ponies, have been talking about
>”Well, it’s a bit late now, so shall we head off to bed?” she asks, smiling at you. “Sweetie Belle should be getting out of her bath soon…”
>Again, almost if on cue, the smaller pony runs out into the living room, bouncing around before running up to you
>”So, what ‘are’ you exactly?” she asks, grinning at you. “You don’t look very dangerous, and Rarity seems to like you, so-”
>”Sweetie Belle!” Rarity exclaims, “Don’t ask such questions to our guest!”
>The smaller pony looks to her sister. “But Rarity, I-”
“It’s alright, I’ll tell you. I’m actually not of this world.”
>”Whoa! So you’re some sort of alien? Are you here to eat our brains and breed with the natives?” Sweetie Belle grins up at you
>…What?
“Yes to the first, and… no? To the others.”
>Sweetie Belle nods excitedly. “Heehee, this is so cool!” her voice cracks again, “I’ve never met an alien before!”
“Well, is that all you wanted to know, then?”
>She nods again. “Yep!”
>Sweetie Belle runs energetically towards the hallway, to a room on the right. “Night, Mister Anonymous!” she exclaims, before shutting the door
>Rarity sighs. “A bundle full of energy, as always…”
>You chuckle a bit, and nod
>”So, it’s getting a bit late now,” she says, looking out the window
>It’s night
“We should be getting off to sleep.”
>”…Yes, yes we should,” Rarity says, nodding. “We’ll head out first thing tomorrow morning.”
>You nod, standing up
“Thank you again for allowing me to stay here for tonight.”
>You bow, a bit lower than you usually would since she is a pony and she sits lower than a normal human would
>She gasps, and waves a hoof, “Oh, think nothing of it! I can’t let someone just sleep outside when they need the help,” she says, before standing up. “Well, good night, Anonymous. Sleep well,” she smiles, walking off toward the room Sweetie Belle ran into a few minutes ago
>You nod, following suit, entering Sweetie Belle’s room and laying down on the bed
>Perhaps after a good night of sleep, you will be able to make sense of all that’s been going on today

>You quickly take inventory of all of your supplies in your head
>4 boxes of soma tablets, with 5 tablets in each
>Grand total of 20 tablets
>If you take one every day… damn, only 20 days before you run out
>Soma withdrawal. Not pretty.
>You also have a packet of sex-hormone gum that you always carried with you back in the World State, for what good it’ll do you
>Good to have, IF you were on another world where you found some sort of humanoid species you found physically attractive
>You shudder a bit; these ponies mean well, but it’s much too alien for your tastes
>Hopefully this “Celestia” will have answers for you
>According to the ones you’ve asked so far, she appears to be some sort of divine ruler
>You sigh; too much to worry about for one day
>You close your eyes, and fall asleep

…
>Your sleep, as usual, was dreamless
>Reflects the extreme conditioning of the World State in the pursuit of the extinguishing of individuality
>You felt an extremely intense sensation of heat somewhere in the middle of your slumber; that much you remember
>No fucks to give
>You wake up; it’s still fairly early in the morning
>You sit up and check your pockets
>…
>You stand, and walk out of the room, to the hallway, and eventually into the living room
>Rarity is already sitting there in the same position she was the night before, however her sister is nowhere to be found
>”Oh, I sent Sweetie Belle off to school early today; I figured you might have a busy day ahead of you, so best to get started immediately,” she says, smiling and levitating a bowl of fruit over to you. “Care to try one?”
>She’s acting unusual; you cautiously take an apple and bite into it
>It’s delicious
>Still a bit unnerved by this change in behavior
>Her cheeks turn a bright red whenever she stares at you for more than three seconds
“Rarity, did you sneak into my room last night?”
>You ask this as you walk over to sit across from her once again
>”Sneak into your room?! Darling, what could have given you that sort of idea?” Rarity asks, her cheeks turning even redder
“I think it’s important for you to know that I take inventory of everything in my possession before I go to sleep.”
>Her eyes quickly dart down, and then back up
“Now, I’ll ask again: Did you. Steal something. From me. Last night?”
>Rarity bites her lip. “Well, um… I may have just been the teensiest bit curious as to the actual effects of that ‘soma’ you were speaking so highly of yesterday…”
>You sigh
“Rarity, that wasn’t soma you took…”
>Her eyes widen. “Th-then what was it?!”
>You rub the bridge of your nose, groaning
“It was sex-hormone gum. Soma is a tablet that you swallow or dissolve into a drink, not something you chew…”
>Her eyes widen even further. “Then… last night, I… Oh my…” she puts a hoof to her mouth as she gasps. “Oh my… oh my, I’m so sorry, Mr. Anonymous!” she trembles a bit, bowing her head. “My curiosity got the better of me, and it led to this…”
>You stand up
“I accept your apology, Rarity. However, because of this, I believe I should continue on to this ‘Twilight’s’ living quarters myself.”
>Rarity nods understandably, looking back up at you. “You’ll find her if you follow the road to the south, her home is a giant tree, you can’t miss it. Please, don’t think ill of us for what you’ve experienced so far…”
>You nod
“I will take your word for it. However, I’ve not forgotten what you did, and so eventually I will come back, and ask for payment for the item you stole from me.”
>”…How much, exactly, are we talking about?” Rarity asks, a bit nervous
“I’ve no idea, yet.”
>And with that, you finish your fruit, open the door, and walk out
>Alright, first night here, and you’ve already had sex with the dominant species
>Usually, most members of the World State would consider this an achievement, but now…
>Now it just feels weird.
>You turn to the south, and follow the trail once again
>Still, ponies continue to avoid you
>Eventually, you come to a giant tree
>Definitely looks like someone or something inhabits it
>Might as well double-check to make sure
>You knock on the door and step back
>The door opens, and some kind of small reptilian creature walks out, staring up at you with wide, slitted eyes
>”Um… can I help you?” it asks; you judge from its voice that it’s a younger version of its species
“Yes, is ‘Twilight’ here? I would very much like to have a word.”
>The reptile nods, before hurriedly speeding off
>You hear some muffled words spoken, before it comes back, beckoning you to enter
>You dip your head under the doorframe, and walk into the tree
>It’s… a library?
>Books. Books everywhere.
>You eye the walls of the tree; there’s not a wall in the entire place that doesn’t have some kind of bookshelf on it
>So much knowledge… Now THIS, you could get used to.
>The reptile points to another door. “She’ll be in here,” it says, holding out a clawed hand to you. “Oh, I’m Spike, by the way. I’m Twilight’s number one assistant!”
>You nod and smile, shaking the hand
“Anonymous. One of the ten Controllers of the World State.”
>”One of the ten what-now?” Spike asks, raising an eyebrow at you
>You chuckle a bit
“Come inside, and you’ll find out.”
>You open the door slowly, peering inside
>There is a purple pony inside, its face buried in a book
>Doesn’t look like it even noticed the two of you walking in
>”Hey Twilight, that guest is here now,” Spike says, walking over to the purple pony
>The pony immediately shoots its head up in surprise, “Huh, wha-?”
>You deduce that she is female from her voice and her long, flowing purple mane with…
>…Is that a pink highlight going through it?
>She looks over to you, and her eyes widen
>”Oh! So sorry,” she says, smiling up at you
“Completely fine. I apologize for coming on such short notice.”
>You hold out a hand
“Anonymous. One of the ten World Controllers.”
>She smiles, placing a hoof in your hand
>”Twilight Sparkle, student of the one and only Princess Celestia. A pleasure,” she smiles. “World Controllers, huh? Sounds pretty interesting to me,” she grins up at you
>You smile back at her
“No, the honor is all mine.”
>Twilight giggles
>”Oh, quite the charmer too,” she says, placing her hoof back down. “So, what brings you here, Mr. Anonymous?”
“Rarity told me that you may have direct access to… ‘Celestia’? I believe that’s what the name was.”
>”Oh, Princess Celestia? Yes, I can do that,” she says, levitating a quill and paper over to you. “Seeing as you have hands, I trust you can write it yourself?” she asks, grinning up at you
>You nod
“I am one of the ten Controllers of the World State. Writing is essential for us to have.”
>She giggles lightly, before sitting down and waiting for you to finish writing
>…
“And there it is.”
>Twilight nods, levitating the paper over to her
>”Dear Princess Celestia,” she begins, “It is an honor. I am Anonymous, one of the ten World Controllers. As you may or may not be aware, I am not of this world. Your ponies have been very hospitable, however I do believe it is time for me to look into ways to find my way back to my own universe. Currently, I have been unable to discover any answers. I wish to speak with you in person on this matter.”
>”Signed, Anonymous”
>Twilight nods. “Alright Spike, you know what to do!” she smiles at the reptile, levitating the paper over to him
>”Got it!” he exclaims, grabbing the paper and taking a deep breath
>A giant green flame erupts from his mouth, engulfing the entire letter
>…
“What the- …What was that for?!”
>You look to the purple pony, your face scrunched up in an irritated look
>”What was ‘what’ for?” she asks
“Why did you burn that letter I just spent 3 minutes writing?”
>She giggles. “Anonymous, you have a lot to learn about magic. Spike’s dragonflame didn’t burn the letter.”
>Dragonflame?
>So that reptile is… a dragon?
>Strange, from the stories in the vault of the World Controllers you expected him to be larger, even as a younger one
>”Spike’s flame is enchanted. Essentially, it’s like an instant mailing system directly to Celestia herself.”
>You nod; makes about as much sense as anything else relating to magic here
>Suddenly, you hear a loud belch come from the young dragon, followed by a large, green flame
>You start to question the safety of having a dragon living in a giant tree
>Your thought process is interrupted by a small tap as something lands on the ground
>”And there is Princess Celestia’s response,” Twilight smiles up at you. “Well, go on, read it aloud!”
>You pick up the scroll, opening the bindings and spreading it out
“Greetings, Anonymous. I am Princess Celestia. I have read your letter, and believe a personal audience is a splendid idea. I will have a carriage sent to Ponyville at the earliest convenience. Until it arrives, I feel it would be best if you stay with my student, Twilight Sparkle. The last thing we need, as I’m sure you may be thinking the same thing, is a mass panic due to some other-worldly creature being here. Yours truly, Princess Celestia.”
>”Oh wow, this is wonderful!” Twilight exclaims, smiling at you
>You nod
“You know, I’ve never actually met any sort of royalty before. The World State has removed any sort of royalty from its society in favor of stability and community. They were of the past, and old things are history. History is bunk, and therefore we no longer had any need for kings and queens when we have the World State governing everything.”
>”Ooh, more talk of this society you’re from!” Twilight exclaims. “Wait; let me get something to write all of this down. Documenting other creatures’ social structures sounds like so much fun!”
>You sigh
“Don’t get too excited about it. That other unicorn, Rarity, didn’t seem to like the idea very much…”
>Twilight smiles and shakes her head. “I’ve read enough stories to where I’m mostly un-phased by many different things. So don’t hold back.”
>You nod as you begin explaining to her, in much more detail than you did with Rarity, the society and the hierarchy of the World State
>Despite saying she is un-phased by many things, even she cringes when you mention what goes on at the Hatchery in order to organize the humans into the caste system
>”So… you must be some sort of Alpha, then? Seeing as you don’t seem to have any sort of… modifications.”
“Indeed. Every World Controller is deemed so by birth; an Alpha Double-Plus, showing to all that we are the superior intellectual and physical beings of the World State, and the only ones fit to rule it.”
>Twilight nods, scribbling this down quickly on the parchment. “Alright. So, is that everything?” she asks, looking up at you
>You nod; aside from the experiment to search for new sources of soma ingredients, you’ve told her mostly everything
>”So… what exactly did you do to wind up here?”
>…Just your luck.
“I cannot disclose that; I was performing top-secret work for the World State.”
>”But…” she looks up at you, raising an eyebrow. “That doesn’t make any sense… what good would it do not telling me?”
“It’s not important right now.”
>”But it is!” she exclaims, getting to her hooves, sending her writings away to a nearby shelf, on top of another massive stack of papers. “Anonymous, they sent you here for a reason, didn’t they? Did they ever even consider a way to go back?!”
>You are silent
>”Being separated from your own kind… it must be horrible for you to go through…”
>You shake your head
“It’s not nearly as bad as you think it is. Personally, I’ve always wanted to get away from the World State; however my work as a World Controller prevented me from that.”
>Her eyes widen. “What?”
“All of us World Controllers are actually quite a few decades older than most other members in our society. We remember when the work of Our Ford was still coming together in society, before the Nine Years War.”
>She eyes you for a moment. “Then why…?”
“Because all ten of us have dedicated ourselves to happiness and stability. Everything is controlled by us. Science, technology, literature, mathematics… all governed by the World State, to make sure stability is maintained.”
>”But I thought the World State thrived on the pursuit of science?”
“Even science must be regulated if you are to keep control.”
>You take a piece of parchment from a nearby table and begin scribbling down diagrams and notes
“Science brings about change in a society. Theories are questioned that have already been stated by the World State as true. Questioning theories from the government changes the mindset of humans. They start to doubt the knowledge the World State has to offer them. Community and stability fall, and that, my friend, leads to chaos.”
>Twilight’s eyes widen as your hand flies across the parchment, writing down all of the possible outcomes of too much progress
 >You enjoy this, actually; it’s been so long since you’ve spoken with someone that hasn’t had the conditioning of the World State
>You predict intellectual conversations to come, if anything else
>…That is, if there wasn’t a frantic knock at your door
>”Twilight! Is Mister Anonymous in there?” asked an excited, bubbly voice from the other side
>Oh Ford…
>”Yes, just one moment, Pinkie,” Twilight calls back to the door
>She trots over, and opens the door with her magic
>You quickly get to your feet, frantically looking for an escape route. A window, an elevator, an-
>…Oh. Giant tree. Right.
>The next thing you know, a pink blur is flying through the air, slamming right into your chest and sending you tumbling back onto the floor and pinning you down. “Hi Anon!” the pink pony from the previous day smiles excitedly down at you
“…Hello?”
>”Well c’mon! You didn’t forget about me throwing you a big party, didja?”
>Party?
“…Pinkie, please get off of me.”
>She giggles and nods, “Alright, but only because you asked so nicely,” she says, stepping to the side to let you get to your feet
>”I think a party is a wonderful idea, actually,” Twilight smiles up at you as she walks over. “If anything, it’ll give you a chance to let other ponies warm up to you.”
>”Yeah! And that shouldn’t be too hard, because I invited everyp0ny I could find!” Pinkie exclaims, bouncing excitedly in her spot
>”See?” Twilight smiles at you
>You think for a moment
>Maybe she’s right… who knows? This could be your chance to warm up to the native populous around here
>”Besides, it’ll give me enough time to get you a room fixed up for your stay here,” Twilight smiles. “Rarity is as generous as they come, but I doubt she was prepared for someone as… large, as you are,” she giggles
>You sigh, shaking the memory out of your head
“Alright, I’ll go.”
>”Great!” Pinkie exclaims, walking around to your backside and placing her forehooves on you, pushing you out of the room. “Now c’mon silly, let’s go!”
>You sigh as you begin to walk next to her, towards the location of the party
“…What did you say this place was called?”
>”Sugarcube Corner! Oh, it’s only the best place EVER! Sweets and desserts as far as the eye can see!” she grins up at you. “And the Cakes will just love to see a newcomer to Ponyville!”
>You hesitate for a moment; not sure if ‘Cakes’ was a name or if she was referring to the pastry
“You said that everyon-…er, ‘every pony’ was going to be there, right?”
>”Yup! Made sure of it!”
“Are there any other… intelligent creatures in this world?”
>”Hm… well, we’ve got ponies and dragons, and gryphons and manticores! Oh! And we’ve even seen a minotaur on occasion!”
>Wait a minute
>Minotaurs…
>Half bull, half… human?!
“So wait; if there are minotaurs here, then wouldn’t that mean that there are-”
>”Ooh! We’re here!” Pinkie exclaims, interrupting you and shooting off to close the distance between her and the door
>Well, guess you’ll just have to ask Celestia later
>You slowly walk inside, taking care not to smack your head on the doorframe
>Everyone immediately turns their heads to look at you
>”Everyp0ny, this here is Anon!” Pinkie shouts. “He’s new to Ponyville, and Equestria altogether, so let’s give him a warm welcome!”
>Silence
>Then, a blue pony with wings and a flowing, rainbow-colored mane floats over to you
>She peers closely at you, inches from your face with large, magenta eyes
>The two of you remain locked in that position for what seems like hours
>After a few moments, the pony grins and floats back
>”Rainbow Dash is my name,” she says, landing on the ground and extending a hoof up to you
>You smile, shaking it
>The pony shakes her head side to side. “No, Anon; here, we bump hooves instead of shaking them,” she snickers at you, holding her hoof up once again. “Try again.”
>You hesitate for a few moments, but then curl your fingers up into a fist, bumping it against her hoof
>Strange concept, but you can see the convenience of it
>”Alright, let’s get this party started!” Rainbow Dash exclaims, pumping her fist into the air and leaping up quite a few feet with the help of her wings
>This party was definitely different compared to the World State
>Usually, those parties would end up turning into massive orgies
>You didn’t care; you had no intention of fucking a pony
>Still, this party is definitely entertaining in other ways
>The taste of cake and desserts… definitely tasted better than most of the food served at the World State
>You’ll have to keep that in mind… everyone seems to love desserts
>Desserts make people happy.
>Desserts.
>Make a mental note of that.
>Suddenly, you hear the sound of a few dishes moving around, and the sound of cheering and whooping coming from one side of the party
>You turn and see…
>…Is that a pony dancing?
>Sure enough, there is a pony with a plum-colored coat and a mulberry mane dancing rather awkwardly on top of one of the tables
>Her moves are a bit too clumsy, however, and she ends up kicking the punch bowl…
>…And it lands right on the head of a pony, completely drenching her in the refreshment.
>Her teal eyes are wide, and her light pink hair is completely soaking wet from it
>You quickly rush over to her
“Are you alright?”
>She’s quivering, sitting on her haunches as she stares up at you
>The attention of the party seems to have shifted from her and back to the dancing pony after they noticed that you’re handling the situation
>You kneel down in front of her, taking the punch bowl off of her head
“Hey, are you alright?”
>You smile at her, and both of you lock eyes
“Would you like me to help you wash that out? I’m sure the last thing you want to do is go around smelling like berry punch all day.”
>…If only you knew the irony
>But you don’t, since you’re new here
>She gasps, and her wings spring out
“By the way, what’s your name?”
>”F-Fluttershy,” she stammers out almost immediately, still shocked by something
>She turns her head away, blushing profusely
>You raise an eyebrow inquisitively
“What’s the matter? Was it something I said?”
>”Um… oh my, well… it’s just that…” she stutters over her words for a bit, before looking down, and then back up at you with her eyes. “Nopony does that to anyp0ny unless… um… well, they plan on choosing them as their special somep0ny,” she mutters softly
>You scratch your head
“…Not sure I completely follow. But where I’m from, we humans don’t mind, since everyone belongs to everyone.”
>Now it was the pony’s turn to scratch her head. “Wha…?”
“I’ll explain it later. So, do you want to get clean, or what?”
>She hesitates for a moment, but then looks up at you and nods, smiling a bit, her cheeks still red
>You nod, standing and walking over to Pinkie Pie
“This party was wonderful. Thank you very much, but I think I’m going to go ahead and retire for the night.”
>You smile at the pink pony; it wasn’t like the parties at the World State, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy yourself
>”Aw, no problem Anon!” she exclaims, beaming up at you. “It -is- getting a bit late, so you go on ahead and rest.”
>She turns to the party crowd. “Alright, Anon’s gonna go ahead and go to bed now! But that doesn’t mean the party is over!” she shouts. “Let’s hear it for Anon, everyp0ny!”
>The crowd, over the course of the party, has since grown much more accustomed to your appearance, so by this time they waste no time cheering loudly for you
>You smile and wave, before turning and walking over to the yellow pony you just met
“Ready to go?”
>She smiles lightly and nods, standing on her hooves and walking up next to you, before the two of you leave Sugarcube Corner behind in the dimming night sky

>You turn to look at the fluttering yellow pony after a few moments
“So, wings on a horse… I suppose that makes you a pegasus, then?”
>She jolts up a bit from the surprise of you talking to her, and then quickly calms down. “Oh, yes… yes I am.”
>You smile, and look forward
“You know, back where I’m from, your kind is only in mythology. Same with unicorns, gryphons, dragons… Nothing aside from humans is sentient in my world, actually.”
>Fluttershy stops flying and slowly lowers herself to the ground. “Oh, that’s nice,” she smiles up at you. “So you were a bit shell-shocked when you first arrived here, then?”
“I’ll say.”
>Both of you share a small laugh at that
“Though, a lot has changed in the past four-hundred-fifty years in my world. Nothing is natural anymore; it’s all created by the World State now.”
>Fluttershy gasps a bit and looks up at you. “Nothing at all?!”
“There are very few places, and even then it’s all regulated and controlled by the World State.”
>”Oh my, that’s terrible…” Fluttershy mutters. “Nature must always be allowed to work unrestricted, no matter what aspect it is…”
“From what I’ve seen, the pegasi have a similar system in place. I’ve seen them flying around and moving clouds around in the sky as I walk.”
>Fluttershy’s eyes widen. “I suppose when you put it that way…”
>You chuckle lightly
“See? We’re not all that different after all.”
>The two of you continue your walk in mostly silence. Eventually you come to a small cottage-like home, and Fluttershy smiles. “Home sweet home…”
>You nod
>”Oh, by the way, um, I have a few animal companions…” she mutters in a low whisper
“I’m sure it’s not tha-OH FORD GET IT OFF OF ME!!”
>As some sort of security measure, the second you opened the door and the animals realized it wasn’t Fluttershy, a squirrel quickly charged at your face, launching itself up onto you and blinding you, sending you tumbling back
>”No! No, get off him!” Fluttershy exclaims
>The squirrel looks up at her before giving you another scratch on the cheek
>The little fucker hops off your face
>She helps you to your feet. “Oh my, I sincerely apologize, Mr. Anon…” she mutters, her head hanging low in shame
>You sigh, checking your face
>Only a few scratches, not too bad
“It’s fine. I just hope I don’t end up scaring off even more things with scratches on my face like this.”
>Fluttershy giggles, walking inside. “Here, come with me, we’ll take care of those nasty scratches first; my bath can wait until after,” she says. “Go ahead; sit down over there, I’ll be right back with some bandages,” she smiles at you, pointing at the large sofa in her room before hurrying off
>You nod, walking over to sit down, lightly touching your face
>The wounds aren’t anything major, though there are a few that managed to draw some blood
>The squirrel from earlier leaps up next to you, and appears to be trying to communicate with you
“Oh, are you here to make peace with your end before becoming a hat for me?”
>You give the squirrel the most wicked, bloodthirsty grin you can make
>It squeaks in terror and scurries off
>Damn thing deserved it for clawing your face
>Fluttershy walks in a few minutes later, carrying a roll of bandages in her teeth. “Gosh, he must have really been sorry; he went running as soon as he went into the room…”
>You snicker on the inside
>You shrug
“He seemed pretty sorry to me. I’m sure he’ll never do it again.”
>Fluttershy smiles, placing the bandages down on a nearby table, tearing a few small pieces off with her teeth. “Alright, hold still now…” she says, leaning forward with one
>She presses it lightly against one of your scratches
>You wince at first
>…Did she just kiss you and make it stick?
>She repeats this a few times, until all of the major cuts are covered
>Each time she did, she attached it using a kiss
>You’re not entirely sure what to make of this
>”Alright, you’re all fixed up now,” she smiles happily at you
“That’s good. So, you ready to get that juice out of your hair?”
>”Oh my, yes!” she exclaims, once again fairly quietly, but the excitement was there. “I had the animals go fix up a bath, let’s go!”
>You nod, following her upstairs
>The two of you walk into a bathroom, and sure enough, there’s a warm bath going
>Fluttershy floats up into the air, and then slowly lowers herself into the warm water, letting out a relaxed sigh as it enveloped her
>You reach over for a bottle of shampoo
>Question the use ponies would have for it, and then decide to not ask
>They might as well be humans before the Nine Year’s War, but in a pony form
>You rub the shampoo through your fingers, and begin running your hands through her mane
>She closes her eyes; tilting her head down to let you have full reach through her mane
>You run your hands up, and begin massaging her head
>She lets out a relaxed “Mmm…” as your fingers release the tension around her head
>After a few minutes, you finish washing her mane, and she dips her head under the water
>She comes up, letting her mane fall back behind her ears
>First time you’ve seen her without her mane covering part of her face
>She smiles, “Wow, you’re really great at that!” she says, slowly standing up out of the bath. “Have you ever considered becoming a masseuse? I’m sure Aloe and Lotus could use someone like you.”
>You smile
“Well, it’s been quite a long time since I gave someone else a massage; I never considered it.”
>”I wouldn’t have guessed,” she says, rolling her head around a bit, “That was so relaxing…”
“I could see that. So, ready to get the rest of it out?”
>She nods. “Mmhmm!”
>You reach up and grab a bar of soap, lathering it in your hands before running them along her neck and body, pressing lightly into the joints in her limbs
>You eye her wings for a moment, before gently grabbing hold of the base of one with two of your fingers
>She yelps in surprise, but then slowly outstretches the wing
>It may not be part of the World State, but you can’t help but be absolutely astonished by the beauty of pegasus wings
>You slowly go over each one, lathering just the top bone and back of the wings
>She’s blushing heavily through all of this, but it slowly fades as you move from her wings further down…
>You stop for a moment once you reach her flank
“Are you alright with me going any further? From what I can tell, ponies have different beliefs and morals than the World State, so I’ll understand if you don’t want me to.”
>”Oh, um…” she mutters, turning to look at you. “It’s… it’s alright, you go ahead…”
>You nod, continuing moving down her flank with the soap, massaging her back legs one at a time
>She lets out small “eep!”s and low, relaxed moans as you relieve the tension in her legs
>”Oh my… Mr. Anon, are you sure you’ve never considered becoming a masseuse?”
>You shake your head, moving further up her hind legs
>She lets out a gasp as you reach her underbelly. “A-Anon~!” she yelps out, turning to look at you
>You quickly retract your hand
“What? What is it?”
>”…Do that again.”
>…What?
“What do you mean?”
>”Whatever it was you just did, do it again…” she mutters, raising her flank into the air
>You hesitate; what was it you did?
>You place your hand on her underbelly again, running soap along it
>She giggles, before gasping and letting out another moan
>Okay, this is getting weird
“Fluttershy?”
>She turns around to look at you
>”Oh my… you’ve done so much for me, Anon…” she mutters, a different look in her eyes
>You’re wondering where she’s going with this
>She slowly moves her tail aside, giving you a full view of her exposed marehood and ass. “There must be ‘something’ I can do to repay you for all of this…”
>You realize what caused her to moan
>Your palm was brushing up against her teats when you were washing her underbelly
>…Ford.
>”Come on, Anon… You must be so stressed and frustrated from being sent from your world…” she mutters in a bit of a forced seductive tone, “Take it all out on me, rut me like you would a human! I want to feel all of you, Anon!” she exclaims
>Alright, that’s it, you’re out of here
>You stand up and shake your head
>”No? That’s a shame…” Fluttershy says, dipping her flank into the water, before stepping out. “Because it’s so wet, I’m sure you’ll slide right in…”
>Nopenopenopenopenopenope
>You shake your head, walking away
>”Oh no you don’t!” she growls, tackling you to the ground under her
>You try to struggle under her, but she has you pinned, preventing any escape
>You turn your head to the side to look up at her
>”I’ve got you now!”
“Wonderful. Now, how are you going to pull it off with me facing the ground, hm?”
>You grin
>Her eyes widen in surprise
>”Hm… I never thought of that…”
>Whew, at least you’re safe for now
>”I suppose I could rut you from here instead, if that’s what you like…” she says, before letting out a small whistle
>One of the animals brings up some sort of phallic device
>This is worse than any form of conditioning ever
>”Hm… now to get those clothes off…” she mutters, before gripping them in her teeth, tugging hard
>They won’t budge
>Thank Ford that ponies don’t have hands
>”Oh my, I hadn’t planned on it being this hard…” Fluttershy says, catching her breath for a moment
>You take this opportunity to struggle under her once again
>This time, you manage to get your torso to lift off of the ground; she has you pinned beyond your elbows and knees
>You quickly force your body back against hers, knocking the wind out of her and getting one of your arms free
>You turn and work the other one out from under her hoof momentarily
>Fluttershy recovers quickly, however, and stops your progress
>Oh no… by turning to free your other hand, she now has full access to your entire front
>”Yes…” she mutters, grinning down at you and pinning your arms once again, making great care to keep her hooves against your biceps to hold your torso down this time
>She lowers herself down and pins your lower body under her flank
>She slowly begins grinding her marehood against the outside of your pants
>Great, just great. Your first full day here, and already two ponies have attempted to rape you
>One of them succeeded
>You won’t let it happen again
>…But there’s not much you can do; you’re pinned underneath a pegasus, and her animals are slowly working to remove your pants
>…This just isn’t your day.
>You sigh on the inside
>You’ve never been one to lie, but… worth a shot.
“…Alright, you win. I’ll do it.”
>She stops grinding, and looks down at you, surprised. “You… you will?”
>You nod slowly and hesitantly
>”Wonderful! Now then, could you… help me get these off?” she asks, looking down at your clothing
>The animals were a good idea; however, they were ineffective at removing your pants
“Sure. But… you don’t mind being on bottom, do you? It’s… sort of my thing.”
>As much as you didn’t want to admit it, that was actually mostly true
>As a World Controller, and being the head of the World State, you enjoyed being in control
>Both of you lock eyes
>You suddenly feel a strange sensation coming over you, as if something powerful was influencing your decisions
>You manage to fight it off, and continue inducing your will upon her
> “Oh yes, o-of course, Mr. Anon!” she gasps, before giving you a wink and side-stepping off of you
>You stand up, brushing your clothes off
>”Alright, there you are. Well, let’s get started!” she smiles up at you, wiggling her flank in excitement
“Sure.”
>She grins excitedly, barely suppressing a squeak of anticipation
>You sigh, before picking her up and setting her up on your lap
>You take note of how now she’s a lot lighter than before
>You grin back at her
“Ready? I’m fixing to knock you silly.”
>”Oh, you like it rough after all, don’t you?” she giggles
“Yep.”
>You place your hands under her front legs, before lifting her up and standing
>You take the opportunity of her surprise to fling her at the wall
>She may be able to soften the landing, but even she can’t compete against your Alpha Double-Plus strength
>She smacks her head, and a few bottles of soap fall from the shelves, a few landing on her head
>She’s dazed; now’s your chance
>You quickly sprint out of the bathroom and down the stairs, nearly tripping at the bottom
>She’s attempting to follow, but due to her dazed state she can only go so far without teetering to the side
>You really seem to have done a number on her, so you do your best to simply dodge whenever she tries to tackle you
>You dash out of the door, doing a barrel-roll into a nearby patch of bushes before she has the chance to get outside
>”Come out, come out, wherever you are, Anon…” she calls out, a crazed look in her eyes
>You manage to keep yourself hidden long enough for her to give up the search, and head back inside
>You breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly move through the foliage, making sure to stay out of sight from the cottage until you made it far enough away
>You look around; it’s dark enough to where she won’t see you moving this far away, but your eyes have adjusted enough to where you can find your way back to Twilight’s library
>On your way, you take note of many different things that the ponies have compared to the World State
>Rather than electricity and technology, it would seem that the lights in this place work on their own
>Interesting, you’ll have to ask Twilight about it tomorrow
>You arrive at the tree-library, and knock on the door
>It opens, and Twilight walks up, rubbing her eye sleepily. “A…nonymous?” she mumbles, looking up at you
>You nod
“Sorry about coming back so late, I had some… complications.”
>”Did the party go well?”
“Oh, yes, it was marvelous, however… well, I’ll just tell you inside then.”
>She shrugs, and steps back, letting you dip your head under the doorframe and walk inside
>”I have a place for you to stay fixed up, but I’m worried it might still be a bit small for you,” she says, walking up the stairs
>You follow her up
>You come to two beds, set up across from each other, with a smaller basket-like bed next to the one on the right, with the small dragon sleeping in it
>”…Sorry, but you’ll just have to make do with sleeping up here with Spike and I until further notice,” she says
>You shrug
“This will work fine, I’m only staying here for a few days, it looks like. This shouldn’t be too bad.”
>She nods and smiles, hopping up onto her bed. “Well, it’s late, so I’m going to go ahead and turn in for the night. I suggest you do the same too, you have another big day tomorrow,” she says, slipping under the covers
>You nod, walking over to the other bed and removing your suit jacket and button-up shirt, folding them neatly
>You’re not some sort of crazy hooligan; you are a World Controller, which means you must look official at all times
>…Even though your hair is completely disheveled and your pants are covered in grass and mud
>It could have been MUCH worse, you think to yourself
>You set your glasses onto the nightstand next to your bed
>You remove your pants, before folding them as well and placing them onto the floor next to you, next to your other clothing
>Make a mental note to wash those clothes tomorrow…

>End Part II

>You wake up in a cold sweat
>It’s barely at the break of dawn
>Twilight and Spike are both still sleeping
>This is just too strange
>You were… dreaming.
>You’ve not dreamed anything in decades
>…It was more of a nightmare than a dream, though
>In it, Fluttershy succeeded in her attempt
>During the entire ordeal, your body was slowly morphing into something else
>When she finished, she got up off of you and pressed her marehood up against your…
>…Snout?
>Your eyes widened, and you looked down at your hands
>…Hooves.
>You struggled frantically, but that only seemed to make Fluttershy press harder
>She grinned down at you, leaning up off you and bringing her head to yours in a wild kiss
>”You’re one of us now, Anon…” she whispered, almost in a low growl
>Your mane was a flowing black color, and the emblem of the World State was plastered onto your flank
>Your fur was tan, and you were a bit taller and bulkier than other ponies that you’ve seen before
>Fluttershy brought herself once again down onto your member, enveloping it into her marehood as she stood up onto her hooves, bucking her hips up and down on it while facing away from you
>You were no longer in control of your body
>You rutted her with more frenzy than you’ve ever put into anything
>As the dream ended, you heard a low, menacing chuckle echo through your head
>It was so dark-sounding; you could almost sense the pure malice behind it
>Just the laugh alone was enough to nearly drive you to tears
>No; you’re a World Controller, you’re stronger than that
>You decide to go out for a walk to calm down
>You reach over and place on your glasses
>You quickly and quietly slip out of the bed and walk downstairs
>You open the door, and walk inside
>You’re still half-asleep, so you don’t notice until just now, nor do you care right now that you’re only in a pair of boxers
>You’ve too much on your mind right now
>Besides, the warm, damp spring air feels good to you
>You then decide against any walks like this; no need to parade yourself around town
>Still, that dream is on your mind
>Maybe some physical exercise will get your mind off it
>If not, soma will work
>It always does
>You have a feeling that the nightmare fuel is sufficient enough to where soma would be acceptable to use
>You start off with some push-ups as a warm up
>The feeling of the damp grass against you each time refreshes you and allows you to continue
>After a few minutes, you stand up
>200 push-ups, while you did it close to every day when you woke up in the World State, still is an intense endurance test as much as it is a warm up
>You wipe the sweat from your brow
>You suddenly hear a small voice from the bushes
>You look over, and your eyes widen
>There, sitting in the bushes, was a yellow pair of wing, standing fully erect
>…Great. Just what you needed.
>”Oh, Anon, I’m sorry, was I distracting you?” she asks, coming out of the bushes, very noticeably staring at your boxers
“As a matter of fact, yes. Yes you were. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
>You start to walk away, but she sidesteps into your path
>You can still see her eyes scanning hungrily over every inch of your torso
>”Oh, but I insist, continue,” she says, holding a hoof up
“My workout is done. I’m going to bathe and dress now, if you don’t mind.”
>”…Right…” she mutters, finally taking her eyes off of your torso, looking up at you. “Um, Anon, I…”
>She turns away for a moment
>”I wanted to apologize for how I behaved last night. It was very wrong of me to take advantage of your generosity like that…”
>She looks up at you with big, sorrowful teal eyes
>You sigh
>Against your better judgment, you decide to give her the benefit of the doubt
“Very well. I’ll forgive you this time, but I’m not going to forget what you did.”
>Her expression immediately beams happiness and she leaps up onto you, wrapping her hooves around your torso in a tight hug. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she exclaims, nuzzling her head against your muscles
>You hesitantly pat her on the back
“Alright, now come on, get off of me…”
>She disobeys, hugging tighter
>You just sigh, standing there now
>After about five minutes, she snaps back to reality. “Well, um… to make it up to you, would you like me to… um… give you a bath as well?” she asks
>You remember what she said back at the party about it being only for a special somep0ny
>”It’s the least I can do…”
>You shake your head; if anything, to prevent any sort of ulterior motive
“One step at a time, Fluttershy.”
>She blushes and nods slowly. “Well then, um… I’ll see you later, then?” she asks, floating up into the air
>You nod
“Sure.”
>She smiles, and flutters off towards the center of the town
>You breathe a sigh of relief
>That could have been MUCH worse than it was
>You go back to working-out
>You lied once again, but you don’t feel bad this time
>Sometimes necessary precautions must be taken to protect your body
>…In more ways than one.
>After around five minutes of stretching, you hear a sharp whistle come from nearby
>You quickly turn to the sound
>”Hoo wee! Don’t think ah’ve ever seen anyp0ny as strong as that!” she exclaims, walking over to you. “‘Cept for Big Mac, o’ course.”
>You recognize her as the orange pony that was there when you woke up at first
“Thanks.”
>She smiles up at you. “Hey, ya got any way t’ make some bits yet?” she asks you
“Is that the currency here?”
>”Yup! If y’all decide ta stay here in Ponyville, ah’m sure ah can set ya up workin’ on the farm,” she says, grinning
>”We sure could use another pair o’… hands, that is,” she chuckles. “Nearly said ‘hooves’ there. That’d be silly, now wouldn’t it?”
>You chuckle at this
>”Oh hey, d’ya like apples at all?” she asks, smiling up at you
>You nod
“One of my personal favorite foods at the party yesterday was made with apples. Said they were from some place called ‘Sweet Apple Acres’, I think.”
>The pony grins proudly. “Made ‘em myself.”
>Your eyes widen in surprise
“…What did you say your name was again?”

>You and the orange pony who you just learned was named “Applejack head into the library
>Twilight is awake now, taking care of brushing through her mane as Spike moves groggily through the library to the kitchen
>You smile, before walking up the stairs to grab your clothes
>Oh yeah. Right. Washing.
“Twilight, do ponies have any kind of way to wash clothing?”
>Twilight looks up at you. “We do, but out of the six of us, Rarity is the only one that actually has the means of doing so.”
>Great.
>Well, you left on fairly… good terms, right?
“Alright, looks like I’m heading there next today. I need to get these cleaned.”
>Twilight nods. “Well, you’ll at least stay for breakfast, right?”
>You’re about to refuse, but your stomach has other plans
>Almost as if to insult you, it rumbles with the ferocity of a thousand burning suns
>Both ponies snicker, before smiling up at you
>”Looks like yer stomach likes the sound o’ that!” Applejack exclaims
>You sigh
>Food actually sounds really good right now
>The three of you go ahead and take a seat at the table
>Spike comes out less groggily a few minutes later, carrying three sandwiches filled with…
>…Hay?

>…That was the worst thing you’ve ever tasted
>You didn’t want to be a terrible guest, so you ate the whole thing
>Your stomach decided it was going to fuck you over because of it
>You assume this is Ford’s punishment for letting yourself get caught up that situation last night
>You stand up, trying VERY hard not to let your disgust show
>Not working
>”I guess you’re not much of a fan of hay then, Mr. Anonymous?” Twilight asks
>You slowly shake your head
“I’m… more of an omnivore, really…”
>”O-oh, I see…”
>Twilight and Applejack both look at each other, uneasy looks on their faces
>Eating meat must be a taboo of the worst kind here
“Don’t worry; I’ve never been much of a fan of meat, really.”
>They both sigh in relief
“Alright, I’m going to head over to Rarity’s, then.”
>You grab your clothes, slip on your pants, and quickly head on out
>After a few minutes of walking, you reach the Carousel Boutique
>You knock on the door
“Rarity? Are you there?”
>You hear trotting behind the door, and a young filly finally opens it
>It’s Sweetie Belle
“Oh, hello there. Is Rarity home?”
>She scowls, and slams the door in your face. “Go away!”
>What was that about?
“I was just wondering if-”
>”GO AWAY NOW!” you hear her scream from the other side of the door
>You’re not sure what could have caused her to be so offended by your appearance
>You stand outside the door for a while, contemplating this while still holding your clothes in your hands
>…
>Guess the only other choice is to use the nearest clean water source to clean them
>But where would that be?
>There must be some sort of infrastructure system for transporting water
>You look around; there has to be
>You spot a pond nearby
>…
>Nope, not gonna do it
>You knock again, with renewed vigor
>”I thought we told you, go awa-”
>You hold up a hand, cutting her off
“Look. I just need something to clean these, alright? I’m going to have an audience with Princess Celestia soon, and I would greatly appreciate it if you wouldn’t shut me out in a time of need like this.”
>”Sweetie Belle, step away from the door,” you hear a calmer voice call to her
>She looks over, “But Rarity, he-”
>”I said, step away.”
>She gives you a scrunched-up angry face, before trotting off
>”I… apologize for Sweetie Belle, she’s been a bit cold to you ever since the night you came here,” Rarity sighs, opening the door. “Come in.”
>You nod, dipping your head under the doorframe and walking inside
“I just need to get these cleaned, that’s all.”
>You show her the muddy suit and pants
>”Oh, that simply will not do!” she exclaims, taking them away with her magic. “We’ll get you some brand-new clothes right away!”
>You reluctantly follow her into her work area
>She quickly gets to work taking measurements of your body
>You take note of how she doesn’t try anything sexual on you
>Either she really didn’t want your body, or she was too enraptured by her work to care
>”Alright, it looks like I’ll need some time to make this. Come back this evening, I’ll have it ready for you.” She smiles. “You’re going to Canterlot to meet the Princess, you have to look your best!”
>You nod understandingly
>”Well, I suppose I should give you something to wear until then,” she says, looking around…
>”Ah, this should hold until this evening,” she says, trotting over to the wall, levitating a strange, colorful outfit to you
“What… is this?! Is… is this pink? I’m a World Controller, not some variety of flower!”
>The shirt is purple with pink flowers dotting it. The pants are khaki shorts, and are a lot smaller than you would like
>She smiles. “Please, it’s this year’s color! Besides, there’s nothing else here that will fit your body better than that!”
>You ponder this aloud
“Men wearing pink, how bizarre…”
>You try moving around in them
>It’s horribly awkward, the pants are gripping you in a complete vicegrip, and the shirt isn’t much better…
>”Now now, it’s only until this evening, surely you will survive until then!”
>Right…
>You sigh, and turn to her
“…Thank you.”
>”Oh, it’s no trouble at all!” she exclaims, smiling at you. “I design clothes for ponies all the time; yours were a nice challenge for me.”
>You smile
“I’ve… decided not to hold what you did against you, Rarity. You’re a lot kinder and more generous than I gave you credit for.”
>She blushes and smiles. “Who, me? Oh, darling, thank you for your compliment, but I’m afraid it won’t change what happened…”
>You look at her and shake your head
“‘Forgive and forget.’ That was a term used by humans a long time ago, before the World State. It meant never to hold anything over anyone’s conscience.”
>She eyes you for a moment, realizing what you are saying. “So, you mean…!”
>You nod, holding out a hand
“…This must be friendship.”
>She smiles brightly, placing her hoof in your hand
>You lean down and kiss the hoof
>She giggles and blushes
“That’s a common greeting for humans from long ago, as well.”
>You smile, releasing the hoof, turn, and leave
>She smiles back and waves as you walk off, her cheeks a light red

>End Part III
>You’re walking through the streets of Ponyville, ponies staring at you from different directions
>Apparently Rarity lied and told you a lie about fashion
>Clever girl…
>You get back to Twilight’s to see…
>A carriage?!
>Oh Ford, you didn’t expect it to be so soon!
>You quickly rush over to the library
>Twilight and the carriage driver are talking
>She looks up at you, and her eyes widen a bit
>”Oh my, Anon… did… did you get your… clothes cleaned?” she asks, a bit puzzled at your bizarre appearance
>The carriage driver raises an eyebrow at you
“Long story. Rarity’s making me another suit altogether.”
>Twilight nods, then looks at the carriage driver
>”Ya sure he’s the one? He seems… weirder than I thought,” the carriage driver looks up at you, his moustache covering his expression. “So, ya ready?”
“Ready? I…”
>You look down at yourself, and sigh
“Yeah, I’m ready. Just let me grab a few things.”
>You head inside and grab the boxes of soma and the sex-hormone gum
>You have a feeling you’ll need the former, and it’s probably best if you don’t let anyone get ahold of the latter
>You walk out to the carriage, and slip inside
>Twilight waves a hoof at you, and you nod, waving as the carriage driver starts up
>You sigh, sitting back and closing your eyes

>You wake up a few hours later
>The carriage is just starting to arrive in Canterlot
>The city is huge; it’s built into the mountainside
>You’re marveling at the size of it all
>”‘Ere we are, Canterlot,” the carriage driver says, slowing to a stop at the entrance to the city. “That buildin’ right over there is where the Princesses are; you’ll find ‘em there.”
>You nod, walking out of the carriage
“Thank you.”
>You start walking to the gates, hearing the carriage driver grumbling something about a ‘tip’ before he drives off
>The pegasus guards stop you, flexing their wings to block your path. “State your purpose here, stranger.”
“I’m here to meet with the Princess ‘Celestia’? She has asked for an audience with me.”
>”Come with us, then. We will make sure you are authentic,” one of the guards turns, nodding his head for you to follow
>You comply, following the guards toward the large palace building
>You get snubbed faces by the citizens
>Either from your horrid-looking outfit, or your entire being-a-human
>You pass through two large doors, into a large, decorated corridor
>At the end of the hallway… there is a larger, winged pony
>With a horn
>The two guards walk you through the corridor, kneeling before the gleaming white pony before you
>”Hello, Anonymous. I am Princess Celestia,” she smiles warmly at you
>You smile, bowing
“It is an honor, Princess.”
>”My sister and I both have been quite curious of you for some time now, ever since you sent that letter yesterday. We’ve been discussing what could have brought you here.”
>You nod
“I can fill you in on the details, if it means you will be able to get me home.”
>She smiles and nods, walking over to one of the large windows
>You follow
>”Anonymous, I must ask; what do you think so far of our own utopia?” she asks, looking down at the ponies outside in the courtyard
>You walk over and look out the window as well
“For what it is, I enjoyed it very much. Even if I was unable to make myself more… presentable.”
>You sigh
>She stifles a giggle, before turning to look at you. “Would you ever consider staying here, and not return?”
>Your eyes widen, and you shake your head, chuckling nervously
“Sorry, but… this place isn’t for me. I’m not meant to be here, I need to return to my people.”
>”What about your… soma?” Celestia asks
>…What…?
“How did… you know about that?”
>”Oh, Luna and I are both goddesses; we know of all the things going on in Equestria,” she says
>You raise an eyebrow, but decide to let it slide
“What do you mean ‘What about my soma’, anyway?”
>”Have you checked your pockets?”
>You check
>They’re gone
>No… no, no, no!
“What did you do?!”
>”I can’t have you taking that substance into my city, Mr. Anonymous. What if it got into the wrong hands?” she asks, a calm voice about her
>You glare, a small tinge of anger hiding behind your expression
>”So that’s why you came, then?” she grins, putting the pieces together. “You came to our world, our society, to harvest ingredients for this hallucinogenic substance?!”
>Her expression turns to that of a more serious one
“What did you do to my soma?!”
>”They are now in your pockets once again. Along with the gum that caused the Element of Generosity to act with such greed for your body.”
>Your anger is now visible in a twisted scowl
“I’m leaving now, thank you very much.”
>She shakes her head. “I’m afraid I cannot allow that, Mr. Anonymous; for you see, you cannot be allowed to tamper with the Elements any longer.”
“…What’s this about?”
>She turns to look back out the window, out to the palace gardens. “Do you see that statue, out on the far side there?” she asks, pointing her hoof out the window
>You take a look, and sure enough, in one corner of the gardens, there is a large statue of some kind of snake-like creature with arms and legs
“What… IS that?”
>”That, my friend, is Discord, the spirit of Chaos and Disharmony,” she says. “He ruled over Equestria for millennia before my sister and I overthrew his tyrannical rule. He returned briefly a few months before your arrival, however he was stopped by the Elements of Harmony.”
“Elements of… Harmony?”
>”The six ponies that you interacted with in Ponyville during your stay there. Pinkie Pie, the Element of Laughter. Rainbow Dash, the Element of Loyalty. Rarity, the Element of Generosity. Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness. Applejack, the Element of Honesty, and finally, my student, Twilight Sparkle; the Element of Magic,” she says, smiling. “Each one banded together and stopped Discord before he could do too much damage to the world.”
>You try to wrap your head around this
“…Well, I can understand most of them. But Fluttershy, she seemed to have traits of her element at first, but it quickly devolved later into violence.”
>”That is strange…” Celestia ponders. “I will look into this personally. Thank you for informing me of this.”
>You take note of this, and how she said earlier how she knew of everything going on in Equestria
“So… you have no way of knowing how to get back to my own world?”
>She shakes her head. “No, unfortunately. The power of conjuring portals to other worlds is beyond even my own power…” She looks out the window one final time, before returning to her throne. “Speak with my sister, Princess Luna; perhaps she will be able to give you the information you need.”
>You nod, bowing
“Thank you, Princess Celestia.”
>She nods her head. “Anything you need, come to me. I will have a few of my guards fix up a suite for you here in the palace; it will be best if you no longer interact with the Elements any longer.”
“Princess, if I may ask… what good will it do to keep me from interacting with them?”
>She smiles. “Because you, Anonymous, are the largest source of chaos in Equestria right now.”
>…What?
“What are you talking about?”
>”Your talks of a utopian society where art and individuality is not something to be taken lightly, you know. In most kingdoms it would be considered borderline treason to speak to others of different forms of government. You should know, after all, that stability is everything; it’s what the World State is built on, no?”
>She knows a lot more than she’s giving off
“...How do you know all of this?”
>”Like I said earlier,” she smiles, “I am a goddess, and I know of everything that goes on in my kingdom.”
>You decide not to ask any more questions if she is going to answer like this
“Very well. Thank you for your time. Will you send for me when my living quarters are ready?”
>”Of course. Have a pleasant day, Mr. Anonymous,” she smiles as you walk away and out of the palace
>You look around the streets of the city as you walk
>You come across a shoddy, run-down building that reads “Bar”
>For the first time in decades, you feel these words are appropriate for your situation
“…I need a drink.”

>The inside of the bar is dark; only a few ponies in the bar
>All-around depressing place to be
>There’s a band playing in the back there, some sort of funky-jazz song
>You walk up to the bar, and sit down
>The bartender turns and looks at you
>”‘Ey, you that human people’ve been talkin’ ‘bout ‘round here?” he asks, leaning on the bar, looking at you
>You look up at him, and nod
>He fills a glass for the two of you. “Well, you and I, we’re in the same boat. No one really accepts us for who we are, as you can see from how much of a pile o’ shit this place has turned into,” he groans, sliding one of the glasses to you
>You take it and the two of you clank your glasses together, before you down the entire thing in one go
>You choke for a moment, but slowly recover
>You look at the piano
>There’s a pony currently playing on it
>Not sure how he’s playing with hooves, but he’s definitely setting the mood
“…That open for playing?”
>The bartender nods, waving at the piano playing stallion as soon as the song ends
>The stallion nods, hopping off and walking up to you, taking the stool next to you
>He nods at the bartender, and then the bartender looks at you. “Ya gonna play, or what?”
>You nod, standing up slowly and walking over to the piano
>It’s almost been an entire century since you played one
>You play a few notes to get a feel for the instrument once again
>You look to the band
“Follow my lead.”
>You start playing a small riff on the piano, a bluesy-swing riff that you remembered from before the World State
>The bass gives you a steady, swing beat
>After a few moments, you start to sing
“I went down to St James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table
So cold, so sweet, so sweet, so fair…”
>You play a piano riff between the verses

“Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search this whole wide world over
She won't ever find another man like me…”
>The bar patrons have turned to watch as you pour your entire soul into the song

“When I die, bury me in straight laced shoes,
A box backed suit and a Stetson hat
Put a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain;
So the boys'll know I died standin' pat…”
>The band gives you a fade out, before you do a final piano riff of the first verse’s line
>You finish the song, and the patrons all clap rather quietly for you as you stand up and walk back to your stool
>”‘Ey, yer pretty good,” the bartender grins, “Ya ever play back where yer from?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve played…”
>”Well, ya got somethin’ there, tha’s for sure,” he says. “I enjoyed hearin’ ya play.”
“It’s an old song, nearly 450 years old. Doubt it’s much of something significant now.”
>The bartender shrugs. “Eh, doesn’t matter as long as it sounds good, really. ‘Sides, nothin’s ever significant in the big wheel o’ things, if ya think about it.”
>You look at him
“What do you mean?”
>”Well, if ya think ‘bout it, we’re all servin’ under the two princesses, right? And they’re supposed to live forever, y’know. So in the end, we don’t make much of a difference in the lives of those two, since we only live for merely two seconds in time compared to their immortality,” he says
>You shrug
“Guess that makes sense.”
>He smiles. “Now c’mon, here’s another for ya, on the house since ya played so well,” he says, beginning to pour another glass
>You hold up your hand, and shake your head
“No thank you; there’s something I need to take care of today, sorry.”
>He nods understandably. “You come on back soon as it’s taken care of, we’ll both share a drink t’gether, alright?”
>You nod back, giving him a thumbs-up
“Will do.”
>You stand, and walk out of the bar, looking around
>You come across a unicorn guard
“Could you tell me how to get to the gardens?”
>You walk along the edge of a long, winding hedge wall
>The gardens are both calm and artistically appealing
>In your time here in Equestria, you’ve managed to see things you haven’t seen ever since the World State, and yourself, came to power
>You eventually come to where you wanted to arrive
>The statue of Discord, the spirit of Chaos and Disharmony
>He has a look of pure terror on his face, and his arms are held out in front of him, as if to keep something away
>You stand there, looking at his terror-filled face, for a few minutes
“What was so bad about you that you had to be encased in stone…?”
>”…Would you really like to know?”
>You look around
>”Silly Anonymous; I’m right in front of you.”
>Your head quickly darts back to the statue
“How are you talking?!”
>”I’m Discord, spirit of Chaos and Disharmony. Does that make sense?”
>You’re silent for a few moments
“Of course it does.”
>”Really? That’s disappointing, I never did enjoy making sense…”
“What do you want?”
>”Simple. You get me out of this stone imprisonment, and I get you back home.”
>Your eyes widen
“How can you get me back home?”
>”The same way you got here in the first place; I create a wormhole, and you get thrown into it.”
“How can I trust you?”
>”You can’t. Then again, there’s also the issue of the uncertainty of landing you exactly where you want to go,” his voice echoes through your head
>He lets out a crazy laugh
>Your eyes widen, and you step back
>It’s… the same laugh from your nightmare
“No… no, no deal!”
>You rush off, running like mad to the palace, into the throne room
“Princess Celestia, do… you have my… room yet?”
>She looks at you, puzzled. “Why, yes, actually; I was just about to send word to my guards to let you know,” she says
>You nod, panting a bit from your run
>”Are you alright, Mr. Anonymous?” she asks
>You catch your breath for a brief moment, and stand up straight
“Yes, I’m fine.”
>She raises an eyebrow, before nodding. “Very well. My sister will show you to your living quarters,” she says
>A darker-colored, slightly smaller pony walks down from a large staircase, and looks at you
>Her mane is an ethereal blue, like the night sky, and she has a horn and wings, like Celestia
>This must be Princess Luna
“Thank you, both of you.”
>You bow humbly
>Princess Luna smiles at you. “Come with us, Anonymous; we will show you to your living space,” she says, turning and walking up the stairs
>You quickly follow her
>Both of you walk in mostly silence for the next few minutes, save for the sound of her hooves and your feet against the marble flooring
“So, you and your sister raise the sun and moon, I’ve heard…”
>”You’ve heard correctly, stranger. We pride ourselves on the responsibility we have to our subjects,” she says, smiling at you. “This is where you will stay,” she says, pointing to a door. “Go on, take a peek inside.”
>You nod, walking over and turning the doorknob, looking inside
>It’s beautiful, so… calm
>It’s like a personal study
>The entire room is color-coded to dark wood furniture and red carpet and walls, with flowing burgundy curtains
>The bed itself was fixed precisely to your size as well, with a canopy and four long, wooden pillars holding it up
>Oh, you were going to sleep well tonight
>You see a staircase nearby
“Where does that lead?”
>You point at it
>”Ah, to the… well, the personal washroom,” she says, looking up at the top. “Each room has its own personal facilities for each person staying there.”
>You beam; it’ll be the first time in days you’ve taken a bath or shower
>You’ve needed it
“Thank you so much for your hospitality, Princess Luna; I cannot thank you enough. Give your sister my best regards as well.”
>You bow
>She smiles. “Oh, think nothing of it! If thou needst anything, do not hesitate to ask one of the guards, and they will send for somep0ny to take care of it.”
“But why go through all the trouble for me?”
>”Thou art almost like an ambassador to us, and as such, should receive as much hospitality as we can offer,” she smiles. “But today you need your rest; we can tell you’ve needed it.”
>You smile and nod
“Thank you, Princess Luna.”
>She smile back, and turns to walk away, out of the suite
>As soon as she leaves, you immediately take out the boxes of soma tablets from your pocket and place them on the bed
>You take all of your current clothes off and fold them onto the bed as well
>First things first; you need a bath. Like, now.
>You quickly run up the stairs to the washroom, and see there’s a black dress suit hanging on the wall
>…
>There’s a note
>”Dear Anonymous,”
>”I apologize that it took so long, and that the carriage driver arrived on such short notice. I finished the dress suit and had Twilight send it in a message to Celestia through Spike. I hope I got all of the measurements right, and that you’ll forgive me for taking so long with it!”
>”Yours truly,”
>”Rarity”
>You smile, setting the note aside, and looking at the suit, admiring the intricate stitching she did on it
>You decide you’ll be wearing it when you get out of the bath, in case the Princesses decided to hold some kind of dinner party or something
>You turn the nozzle, and the bath quickly fills with warm, soapy water
>You slip out of your boxers and slide into the tub
>Oh Ford, that feels good on your aching muscles
>You quickly sink your entire body under the sudsy water of the tub
>You close your eyes, letting the heat envelop you in a warm, wet blanket of sorts
>…

>”You can never escape me, Anon. Even in the Princesses’ castle, you are helpless to my domination…”
>Your eyes immediately shoot open, and you look around frantically
“No… no, not here…!”
>You exclaim nervously, quickly getting out of the water and drying off, the same maniacal laugh ringing through your head once again
>You have to get out of there
>To the bed, and to your savior
>The soma
>You scramble out of the bathroom, carrying your suit in hand, nearly slipping on your way down the staircase, and moving to the bedroom itself
>You sprint across the rug, and land on the bed, quickly grabbing a box of soma as the echoing laugh becomes almost too much to bear
>You quickly take one, and swallow it
>You climb up onto the bed, and you almost immediately feel the effects start to work their way in
>Everything is fine now
>”…No it’s not,” the voice almost immediately comes back after you think that phrase
>Oh no, it’s back!
>You quickly grab another tablet, and swallow it
>It works again for another minute or two, and then the voice comes back
>”You shouldn’t be doing that, you’re going to-”
“Get the Ford out of my head!”
>You take a third tablet and you start to lose yourself to it
>You stumble around on your feet for a bit, before falling back down onto the bed
>”Come now, Anon; you can’t expect to get rid of Discord that easily, can you?”
>You growl angrily
“I told you to GET OUT!”
>You take an entire box of soma and shove the tablets into your mouth and down your throat
>”Oh, glorious chaos, isn’t it?” Discord’s voice still echoes and laughs in your head
>You grip it, pulling on your hair as you scream in terror
>You abruptly stop out of nowhere
>You slowly and calmly move to your suit, slipping it on in the calmest manner you can perform
>Tears are rolling down your eyes
>You walk up the steps of the staircase after you manage to get the suit on, carrying the remaining boxes of soma with you
>”Anonymous!” the first guards called out as they swarmed around the suite entrance around fifteen minutes later after hearing you scream
>No answer
>The door to the suite was ajar, and opened just a crack
>They opened it and walked into a shuttered twilight
>Through an archway on the furthest side of the room, they could see the bottom of the staircase that led up to the bedroom
>Just under the crown of the arch, dangled a pair of feet
>”Mr. Anonymous!”
>Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, northeast, east, southeast, south, south-southwest; then paused, and after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back to the left
>South-southwest, south, southeast, east…

>End