>>42784793
>She's at the Canterlot Library, as promised, in the Star Swirl section specifically, surrounded by piles of books
>Muzzle buried in one, of course, and she doesn't even notice you approach
>You stand in front of her for a minute, curious to see how long it will take her to notice you
>A fucking while, as it turns out
>You give up and loudly clear your throat, and she glances up at you
"Nona! Glad you could make it."
>She places the book down and stands, before embracing you warmly
>You return the hug, relieved to see her okay
>Despite your determination not to let your dreams get the better of you, you had been worried about her
>She steps back and notes the look in your eyes
"Is everything okay?"
>She looks at you earnestly
>You sigh wearily, but nod
"Just more dreams. I would do anything for an uninterrupted sleep at this point."
>Twilight nods sympathetically
"Well, I think I might have found a way to send you home. Do you want the good news, or the bad news first?"
>You feel your ears perk up
"Good, of course."
>Her horn glows as she levitates one of the books up in front of her, something labelled "Equestrian Arcane Artifacts of the Pre-Classical Era"
>Flipping through it telekinetically, she turns it to face you
>Your heart sinks as you recognise the image on the page
>It's some kind of astronomical timepiece
>It looks like the one in your dream that was smashed to pieces alongside Twilight's unmoving body, although this one seems to be whole and undamaged
"This is the Astrolabe. Or, technically, 'Star Swirl's Mystical Astrolabe'."
>You look up at her, her excitement palpable
"From what I've been able to read about it, it was designed by Star Swirl the Bearded to stabilise and enhance planar transportation magic. With it, I think Princess Celestia should be able to send you back to your own world!"

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If dubs surely we'll all be pony pets by 2030

>>42791324
UNF

>>42791810
And if not we'll be free ponies?

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>>42791810
I'll be your pet pony anon

If you were reincarnated as a stallion in RGREquestria which fate would you choose and why?
>Be a bratty colt and get corrected by good mares
>Be a good colt and get mindbroken by bad mares

>>42791505
She makes it sound simple. What's the catch?

>>42792573
>RGRE
Terrible.

>>42792573
I need more detail on the first one. What rule am I breaking by being a brat and what are the mares correcting me into?

>>42791505
>You nod, trying to ignore the growing sense of dread in the pit of your stomach
"And the bad news?"
>Twilight looks a bit more dejected at that question
"Well... I don't know where it is. Many of the artifacts listed in this book are in the vault at Princess Celestia's palace, but when I went there to have a look at the manifest the Astrolabe wasn't on it. There isn't any mention of what happened to it after Star Swirl created it, either."
>She gestures to the piles of books behind her
"And that's what I've been looking for, in the meantime."
>You nod, closing your eyes
"So, we're plundering the library, then?"
>You mutter
>She nods, obviously having the time of her life here
"Isn't it exciting? A lost mystical artifact created by THE Star Swirl the Bearded, and WE get to research where to find it!"
>You roll your eyes, but can't help but grin at her enthusiasm
"Alright, where do we start?"
>She levitates a stack of books over to you, and they land with a sickeningly deep thud on the marble floor
"With these! After that, there's a few other sections I haven't gotten to yet..."
>You and Twilight spend the next several hours going through the stacks of books she has compiled so far, comparing notes and theories
>It's actually kinda fun, you have to admit
>Twilight makes for a very pleasant study buddy and although a lot of the books you're reading are quite dry, some of them have a few amusing tidbits in them
>You even find a book entirely on 'Stallion Enhancement', with some VERY detailed pictures in it
>You and Twilight spend a few minutes looking through it, blushing and giggling madly before you tuck it back away on the shelf
>You're perusing something called "Trixie's Incredible, Amazing, & Unredacted Feats of Otherworldly Magic" when Twilight speaks up quietly

>>42792709
;)

>>42792915
"So Nona, tell me..."
>You look over at her, and there's a bit of a glint in her eye
"Did you spend any time with Blue Cross before you left Ponyville?"
>You feel that familiar heat creep into your cheeks, and you look away quickly
>She waves a hoof dismissively
"Don't be like that, I've seen the way you look at him."
>You sigh, and look back at her
"...Yes. I saw him the night after you left for Canterlot."
>She nods smugly
"He's a handsome stallion. Smart, too."
>She murmurs
>You nod sadly
>You can't see him again, though
>You just know if you did you wouldn't be able to leave, and going home is what you want more than anything
>Right?
"It wouldn't work, Twilight. I have to return to my own world, so there's no point in forming... attachments."
>She looks at you, and you can see she's a little hurt
"Attachments like me, you mean? And what about Zecora, or Applejack, or any of the others?"
>You grimace
"I'm sorry, Twilight. I didn't mean it like that. It's just..."
>You shake your head
"I can't afford to get distracted. If I fall in love here I can't just walk away from that, can I?"
>You blush, not having meant to say that bit out loud
>Twilight looks at you sympathetically
"Isn't it better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all? I'm going to miss you if you leave too, you know."
>That word hangs in the air, like a poison
>"If"

>>42792968
>An image forces its way into your head, worming past your defenses
>You're in Blue Cross' house, snuggled up with him on the couch, and tucked in with the both of you are three young foals, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the two of you
>You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, trying to clear it of your traitorous thoughts
>No! You can't think about that
>It's not going to happen, you won't let it
>But why not, Nona?
>It doesn't matter. That won't be your future, can't be your future
>But that image stays with you, the thought lingering in the back of your mind
>You open your eyes and stand up, suddenly feeling like you can't breathe in the musty library
>Twilight is looking at you, her eyes kind but concerned
"I need some fresh air."
>You walk past her, and disappear around the bookcase corner, making a beeline for the two grand oaken doors that mark the entrance to the library
>You're outside before you know it
>You didn't realise it, but you had been galloping to get there
>Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, the chilly mountain air of Canterlot soothing to your weary mind
>You open them again, taking in the scenery outside of the library
>There are a few ponies walking the cobbled streets, the sound of their hoofsteps tickling your ears
>You love that sound
>Across the courtyard you can see, behind a number of opulent buildings, the spires of Celestia's Palace towering in the distance
>The white marble gleams in the sunlight, the same light illuminating the courtyard in heady shades of orange and yellow
>If...
>You hear hoofsteps coming up behind you, and you're not surprised as Twilight sidles up to you
>The two of you stand there silently for a moment before Twilight speaks
"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intent to guilt-trip you into staying here or anything like that, Nona."
>You nod, and smile weakly
"It's just that you fit in so well here! You could always stay-"
>She cuts herself off after seeing the morose look you give her
"I'm sorry! I'll stop. I'm hungry, are you hungry? Let's go get something to eat, and then we can go back to researching."
>You sigh
"Thanks, Twilight, for everything. I wish I could stay, but this place isn't my home."
>She looks into your eyes, searching
>And then nods sadly
"I understand."
>Together you walk down the library steps in silence, Twilight's words ringing in your ears
>If...

***

>>42793009
>You're back at the library after having had lunch with Twilight, and the two of you had spent a few more hours searching through the stacks of tomes to no avail
>You're not much help at this point
>You're distracted, and irritable, and you know it
>And the fact that you're not much help is even more irritating
>But you can't get Twilight's words out of your head, any more than you could that image of you with a... a family
>You idly play with the ripped stubs of the pages in the book you've been pretending to read as you daydream about that, however unwillingly
>Wait what?
>You look down at the book, actually paying attention to it for the first time in what is probably an hour
>There are several pages torn from it, and looking closely the tears appear to be quite clean and straight
>You flip the book over and look at the cover
"Star Swirl's 10,001 Cocktail & Mixed Drink Recipes."
>Guess he was quite a drinker
>Twilight glances up at you
"What?"
>You show her the book
"Somepony's ripped a few pages from this drink recipe book. Must have been quite the cocktail."
>She looks closely at it, checking the cover and then examining the ripped pages before carefully reading a few of the entries
>You roll your eyes
"Twilight, it can't be five o'clock yet. We can get some ciders later."
>She throws you a dirty look, clearly not appreciating the joke
"Star Swirl was not that kind of pony. He wouldn't have had the time nor the inclination to write an entire book on cocktails, Nona."
>She points out an entry with her hoof, labelled "The Atomizer"
"Besides, absinthe and cognac? That would taste terrible, the flavour profiles conflict completely."
>You blink, somewhat taken aback
>Maybe there was more to bookhorse than you had realised
"No, this is code, Nona. And somepony must have figured that out, and taken the relevant pages with them."
>You look down at the book again
"So, how do we know this has anything to do with the Astrolabe?"
>She shakes her head
"We don't, but we've been here for hours. I've been here for days, and this is the best lead I've seen so far. Let's talk to the Librarian, I'd like to see who checked this book out last."

>>42793057
Still awesome.

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>>42792915
>Trixie's Incredible, Amazing, & Unredacted Feats of Otherworldly Magic
Must be Equestria's shortest book.

>>42794340
Not if Trixie herself wrote it

>>42794340
kek

>>42793057
Twilight won't let this crime against books go unpunished.

>>42791324
Twilight confirmed mega troon

Just realized, I know RegularWallaby's pinkie pie music video was talked about in the /trash/ transformation thread, but I don't know if it ever made it's way here. Has anyone seen it before?

https://www.deviantart.com/regularwallaby/art/Sweet-Release-Pinkie-Pie-TF-Music-Video-1214520634
https://mega.nz/folder/AmIBARZD#985GVvLATV-HZAFJdICOHw
(FA version is censored)

Someone should probably upload it to ponytube, but I don't want to jump through the hoops to make an account.

>>42794744
Very impressive.

>>42791324
I wanna smell Sci-Twi undies.

>>42795410
It absolutely nails those mental corruption vibes that make for a transformation that's as scary as it is exciting. He has a few other pony things, but nothing else remotely like that.

>>42792389
Pet Applejack is just wrong.

>>42795511
you don't want to spoil a hard working mare with brushies and tummy rubs?

>villain of the week Anonpony that’s just batshit insane because turning into a pony fried his brain
>when ponies realize this they stop treating him as a serious threat and more like a senile homeless man
>mane 6 gave up trying to put him in the hospital because he’s too slippery
>ponies sometimes have tea parties with him when he shows up to “take over ponyville”

>>42797044
>Discount Discord but mentally unwell.

>when he first started his journey, he was a human in pony flesh
>all he had was the knowledge in his head and four barely functioning limbs
>a fucking mudpony
>what a joke
>he thought bringing back Celestia could fix everything
>then everything got fucked
>Grogar had turned Equestria into hell
>and he had to find a way to fix it
>he always stopped and helped at every town
>not for noble reasons, he couldn't give a fuck about suffering
>but it was something about it being these adorable, helpless, naive ponies suffering that stung him deep
>he helped them rebuild, put up defences, defend themselves
>at least for long enough for Celestia to fix everything
>but Celestia never came
>every lead was a dead end
>another powerless encounter with Grogar where he got beaten down and left behind
>but he still got up
>call it stubborness, call it pride, call it that stupid insurmounatble human, it didn't matter
>he just wanted to get Celestia out of wherever she was and then keel over knowing he put the timeline right
>but there was still no Celestia
>there was just him
>the tree
>Grogar finally ready to kill him
>then the tree gave him power
>but he was still human deep down
>and he knew Grogar didn't deserve a friendship beam to the face
>he deserved to be left bleeding out to die like he'd left Anon to so many times before
>and he did it without hesitation
>then he decided to stand in for Celestia
>he routed the rest of Grogar's monsters, and got Equestria back to where it should be
>for a while he was distant
>but these ponies were just too cute to ignore
>he grew fond of them
>grew to love them like his own
>he admired how they could fix problem with naive solutions that he'd usually scoff at
>then, at some point, he started believing in them too
>he still believed in a firm hoof, but it wasn't always needed
>then Grogar came back
>and it's like all his humanity got dragged up to the surface, and he remembered everything
>the cold, hungry nights
>the fear ponies felt
>the fear HE felt
>he swore that this time, this time he wouldn't stop until nothing could bring Grogar back
>but then Twilight steps in front of him
>he pauses, and the red fades from his vision as he breathes for the first time in what feels like hours
>Anonicorn looks out at the friends he's made, and he notices how they step back just from his gaze
>He takes in the scenery
>And he wonders when Equestria became so damaged
>then he looks back at Twilight
>the naive little filly who could barely meet his eyes when they first met
>and now she's crying
>not because of Grogar
>but because of him
>and all Anonicorn can do is look down at his bloody hooves and wonder
>is he a pony, or is he a human in pony skin?

>>42795440
They say smell is good at triggering memories. Maybe it can trigger transformation too.

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>"Anon my sunshine, you are a young stallion now.
>"To that end, you must choose a mate, for Equestria."
>"I give you the choice of your cousin Flurry heart or fellow Princess Twilight Sparkle"
>"No sunset shimmer is NOT a choice."

>>42797546
>"Why not?"

>"I don't need two little shits running around making more little shits in the future. I get one day off a year and I do not want to have to spend it cleaning up after you and Sunset."

>>42796001
Yeah, but she's more likely to make you her pet.

>>42795511
>>42796001
>>42798151
>AJ isn't a slave driver but she is s firm believer in hard work and paying your dues.
>So after your latest attempt at being a little shit backfires and ends up spoiling a massive batch of cider, AJ commissions the help of Zecora in making something that'll instill a lesson into your thick skull.
>For the Element of Honesty, a white lie is practically a death sentence. So that's why she tackled you and force-fed a transmogrification potion down your throat (somehow).
>Now stuck as an earth pony (and a filly to boot), you have to work off the damages you caused and learn what it means to take responsibility for your actions.

>>42798524
hot

>>42796082
She can also do this by booping the genitals.

>>42799152
>Eris gets arrested for unaggravated sexual assault.
>She insists it was aggravated on the basis "they had it coming by waving that fat flank around."

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>>42799911

I was starving and wet and cold.
That much I knew. The starving part was familiar. It hadn't been that long ago that I was making ketchup soup at college.
The wet and cold was new. The location of the cold wetness meant I'd pissed myself. I hadn't done that since I was an infant, but the logic was inexorable.
The last thing I remembered was a car... Oh god, it must have hit me! This must be a hospital. Why was it pitch dark though?
I tried to lever myself up, get to a call button, but my limbs didn't work. They felt wrong. Heavy and strange, like the joints were in the wrong places. They seemed to move though, so I could rule out spinal cord injury. Except I couldn't move them deliberately, just flail them around. OK, we can't rule out a spinal cord injury. I kept trying to move and failing and I was wet and cold and hungry and I got so frustrated I started screaming for help and why was it so dark?
"Oh look honey, she's up," a voice said.
"And wet," another voice said.
My eyes opened. It wasn't dark anymore and the light hurt. I howled some more and flailed my limbs demanding that they work.
"Shhhh honey." the first voice said. "Mommy's here, it's all better now."
Mommy? My mind, formerly concerned and indignant at my situation split in two, though not in half. A small part of me wondered what kind of hospital allowed the nurses to call themselves Mommy. The rest of it faded into an exquisite, almost orgasmic bliss. Mommy.
The part of my mind that was still rational was now very concerned. I was able to make out shapes in the glare and by squinting even make out details. Mommy was.. well she was a horse. So was the other voice. The room was brightly colored in pinks and yellows and did not look like a hospital.

>>42801065
And the horses didn't look like nurses, or even like horses. Mommy was a warm orange-brown with yellow hair that shone like molten gold. The other one (Daddy?) was a cool blue with bright white hair out of which stuck a horn. An omnicorn? That wasn't right.
"Flip you for it?" Daddy asked.
"Hush you," Mommy said picking up a bottle from a nearby warmer with her hoof. It took amazing effort to change focus, and by the time I did the rubber nipple was already sliding between my lips.
I felt a tug at my bottom, the wet diaper sliding off of me. I tried to refocus but only caught the second act, a fresh, dry set being slid on me without the aid of hooves. Instead the cornyhorse (also not right)'s head thingy was glowing.
The rubber nipple was more than I could bear. Unable to express my displeasure I bit down, intending to tear it off and spit it out at my captors. Didn't happen. My jaw was weak, I barely nibbled on it and the fat tip exploded warm milk into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed. At first in surprise, but after that in an effort to sate my hunger.
"Awwwwww," Mommy said leaning down to nuzzle me.
I tried to interrupt my suckling to inhale her scent. It was intoxicating. I wanted to bury myself in it. Seeming to know what I wanted she continued to nuzzle me, raining kisses down on my cheeks. It served two purposes. It fed my newly discovered addiction to her scent and gave me the outlines of my face. Apparently I had a muzzle, though a shorter one than the two horse things who held me captive.
"Who's a greedy baby?" Mommy cooed. Her voice was almost as intoxicating as her scent. I'd never felt so relaxed, though a full stomach helped there. Strange. I couldn't have gulped more than a cup or two. Wait, baby? It was time to set things straight, first thing to do? Get myself a lawyer. Wherever I was, they must have lawyers.
"urgle, gah bah," I said.

>>42801067
OK, that wasn't good. Eyes. Go for eyes. Up and down for yes, left and right for no. Work up from there. I tried to focus on Mommy's adoring eyes.
"She's got your eyes," Mommy said looking away to the ... what was the other one called? Daddy? Perseus?
"And she's tired, off to bed for all of us," the blue one with the white hair said. Poseidon? Greece?
And they left. Leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was helpless, captive at the hands of aliens. Though benevolent ones so far. I couldn't talk and my mind wasn't working right. I couldn't think of things. Which was natural since synaptic pruning (which rhymes with mooning which is about butts, which a portion of my increasingly fragmenting mind found hilarious) and myelination wasn't complete until post-adolescence. And why could I remember that and not my name or what street I was crossing or what city I was in when I saw the oncoming car and woke up here?
Carnation. I was a carnation. Which was both a flower and a breakfast drink. How could it be both? The part of my mind that thought butts was hilarious swelled in power, leaving alone the part that was floating in bliss at the memory of Mommy. The part of my mind that could think rationally was flooded.
The last thing I remember rationally thinking before the incredibly funny idea of "flower butt breakfast drink" overwhelmed all rational thought?
"Why did they keep referring to me as a she?"

>>42797067
I'd be mentally unwell too if I couldn't make it rain chocolate milk.

>>42802046
(Milk) Chocolate rain
Some stay dry while others feel the pain

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>Twilight has had enough of all the retarded anons fucking up Equestria and hitting on every mare but HER, fuck you Rainbowshine!!!!!!
>She builds a magic pipeline to send humans back to Earth as soon as they appear in Equestria
>It has to travel through the barbieland portal, and ends up dumping them back on Earth after turning them into ponies

>>42798194
Harsh but fair!

Finally got irl crisis taken care of and now i don't understand where i was going with the fic i was writing

>>42797546
>I'll take Twilight, though I'm sure you fuck like a goddess, Princess Celestia!

>be Luna
>Try to move the moon and dream walk
>Still autistic
What would you do in place of Luna if you had the chance to be a princess?

>>42803506
That sucks!

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>>42803970
Long term I'm sure I'll come up with some ambitious projects. I'd like to found a "not that secret, but still pretty secret" society. Probably try to institute a new holiday, or at very least some new nightmare night traditions. I'd love to build a castle on the moon, but that may be out of my reach even as a princess.

Short term though? I want to make sure I'm on good terms with my new sister, and possibly the old Luna if I haven't replaced or fused with her. I don't think I could keep the secret forever, it'd eat away at me. I also would want to master my usual responsibilities as a princess before trying anything ambitious. Biggest thing I'm excited about would be dream walking. I absolutely cannot be trusted with this power. I won't force ponies to have wet dreams, but I'm going to find excuses to make them stranger and more intense.

>>42805714
Yes, I do! What's wrong with that?!

>>42793057
>She turns to leave, and you follow after her, almost trotting to keep up
"Shouldn't we start decoding it first to see if it's even relevant?"
>Twilight shakes her head as she marches, not looking at you
"First we find the pony responsible for this. Then, once we have the missing pages, we can worry about decoding it."
>She says the word 'pony' with considerable distaste, like what she wanted to say was 'monster'
>You don't think you've ever seen her this pissed off
>You're at the librarian's desk in moments, thanks to Twilight's frantic pace
>There are two ponies there, a unicorn and an earth pony
>The librarian is a pastel-red earth pony, sporting a faded blonde mane shot through with streaks of silver curling around her head
>The nametag on her chest identifies her as 'Amber Quill'
>The unicorn must be her assistant, an exhausted-looking bluish grey stallion with a black mane
>The librarian looks imperiously down her muzzle at you and Twilight as you approach the desk
"Can I help you?"
>Twilight slams the book down on the table, probably a little more forcefully than is necessary
>Amber's assistant jumps, and looks over fearfully before going back to filing something
"We need to know who signed this book out last."
>Amber looks unamused, reading the title with some amount of distaste
>She looks back up at Twilight
"I'm sorry, but we don't give out that sort of information."
>Twilight looks like she's about to explode
>You step in before she can take out her anger on the poor librarian
"Please, is there any chance you can make an exception? Somepony has vandalised this book, and we need to find out who."

>>42793106
>>42794601
<3

>>42805955
"Please, is there any chance you can make an exception? Somepony has vandalised this book, and we need to find out who."
>You nudge the book open to the ripped pages, and the librarian looks so shocked and horrified you're worried she might have a heart attack on the spot
>She recovers pretty quickly, though
>She sighs, leaning in conspiratorially
"Okay, I can have a look at the records and tell you what I find. But you can't tell anypony, okay?"
>You nod solemnly
"We won't tell a soul."
>She seems satisfied with that, and turns away before heading into the back office
>You look to Twilight
"Twilight, I know you're upset, but you're the brains of this operation and I need you to keep a level head."
>She takes a deep breath and nods
"You're right. I just can't stand the thought of somepony getting away with this."
>She gestures at the book with a hoof
>The librarian returns from the office, carrying a piece of scrap paper in her mouth
>She drops it onto the desk and slides it over with a hoof
"Here you are; one name and address. Last checked out ninety-four days ago. I hope you find the pony responsible for this, Twilight."
>Twilight nods seriously, and you both turn to leave, walking towards the library's entrance
>You look over at her as you walk, noting the expression on her face
>Somewhere between disgust and fury
"Twilight, I have an idea."
>You stop walking and it takes a few steps before she stops and looks back at you inquisitively
"I think you should stay here and work on decoding that book. There's no reason for both of us to go, and I can handle this."
>She shakes her head
"I want to catch this vandal, Nona. This book deserves justice."
>The book floats next to her menacingly

>>42805958
"Twilight, please. I'm not going to be much help in decoding that anyway, and there's no time to lose."
>She sighs, seemingly unable to refute your argument
"Fine. But be careful, okay?"
>You nod, victorious
"Please, this is a book vandal, not a murderer."
>Twilight stares at you, clearly not seeing the difference
>You roll your eyes, and hold up a hoof
"Okay, okay, I'll be careful."
>She nods, satisfied
"Alright, good hunting. I'll get to work on this."
>She heads back into the library, leaving you standing alone near the entrance
>You look outside, your mind turning to the task at hand
>Despite your words to Twilight, you are somewhat worried
>Whoever stole the pages from that book must have known what they contained
>And if that was the case, they must be after the Astrolabe as well
>But who, and why?
>Of course, the other alternative is that somepony just saw some cocktails they liked and thought it'd be a hoot to steal them from the library
>But... the book was in the restricted section, so that seems unlikely
>There aren't many ponies allowed in there, and you had only gotten in yourself because Twilight was expecting you
>You sigh
>Celestia forbid things be uncomplicated
>You start walking, making your way towards the address on the paper

***

>>42805960
>You're standing at the address, holding the piece of paper in your hoof and reading it over and over again
>Silver Mirage, the pony that last checked this book out, lives here, at 13 Regal Terrace
>... at this park
>What the fuck is going on here?
>You look down at the paper, then back at the address, then back again
>13 Regal Terrace, this is definitely the place
>A small, well-groomed park in between a few larger estate-style properties and a cobblestone courtyard
>You stop a particularly poncey-looking unicorn with a monocle walking past
"Excuse me, is this 13 Regal Terrace?"
>You gesture at the park
>The unicorn looks over at the nearby streetsign that says 'Regal Terrace'
>Then at the small stone obelisk labelled '13' just inside the park's boundaries
>Then back to you
"Madam, if this is your idea of a joke, it is a profound waste of my time. Good day."
>He walks off without another word
>What a prick
>You sigh, and sit down on one of the benches at the park's periphery, idly playing with the piece of scrap paper the librarian had given you
>It's been around three months since the book was checked out, according to the librarian
>It's possible that this was a residence at one point, and has since been rezoned or something
>But if that's the case, how are you supposed to find this Silver Mirage pony?
>Your hoof traces the edge of the paper, the slightly jagged edges tickling you despite the straightness of the cut
>Wait
>You look closely at the edge of the paper
>Not cut, torn
>The tear is identical to that of the missing pages from Star Swirl's coded book
>Oh shit

>>42805962
>You leap up from the bench, and begin galloping back towards the library
>A bullshit address and a fake name, on the piece of paper with a tear that perfectly matches the missing pages?
>It must have been Amber Quill, all along
>But why would she have left you such an obvious clue? Pretty sloppy stuff
>She seemed genuinely shocked when presented with the book
>But she did recover very quickly...
>You shake your head, you have to get back there as soon as possible
>Twilight has no idea, and if Amber gave you a fake address she would know it only would buy her a short amount of time
>Images of Twilight's motionless body assail your mind as you run
>She better fucking be okay
>It doesn't take you long to reach the library, you hadn't been in much of a hurry on the way to the park, but you are now
>You race up the steps and into the building, galloping down the main hall until you reach the restricted section
>You start hammering on the door frantically
>After a few tense moments, the door opens and Twilight stands on the other side
>You breathe a sigh of relief
>Twilight looks at you, noting your expression
"Is everything okay, Nona? What did you find?"
>You nod
"The address lead me to a park. It's a fake, and I bet the name is too."
>You hold out the sheet of paper in your hoof
"And look at this."
>Twilight looks at the paper, perplexed for a moment before her eyes widen
>She looks back at you
"I think we should have a chat with Amber."
>She says, struggling to contain her anger
"I didn't check to see if the librarian is still here. She must have known I would come back when I found out."
>Twilight nods, the betrayal in her eyes evident
"Let's go find her."

>>42805963
>The two of you set off, walking quickly down the main hall towards the front desk area
>You almost run into her assistant as he rounds the corner of a bookshelf
"Oh- sorry! Pardon me."
>He moves to walk past you, but you stick out a hoof to block his way
>He looks at you impatiently
"Where is Amber Quill?"
>He gestures in the general direction of the front desk
"Where she usually is. Now if you don't mind..."
>You move out of his way, and keep walking as you share a glance with Twilight
>If she gave you a fake address why would she still be here?
>The two of you round the corner, making your way quickly towards the front desk
>Sure enough, she's seated where she was the last time you saw her, looking distinctly unconcerned
>She looks up as you approach the desk
"Ah, you're back. Any luck finding your perpetrator?"
>You share another look with Twilight
"You could say that."
>You place the paper on the desk
"The tears on this paper match the ones from the book exactly. Also, the name and address are fake."
>She looks at you, and where you had been expecting fear you instead see anger
"Just what exactly are you implying, young miss?"
>You stare back at her
"You know what I'm implying. You tore the pages from that book, and sent us on a wild goose chase to cover it up. You're the only other pony with access to the restricted area."
>She looks outraged, and opens her mouth to speak before shutting it again
>Her expression shifts to one of understanding, and disappointment
"Not the only other pony."
>Twilight looks at her
"What?"

>>42805964
"My assistant, Midnight Spire. He also has access to those archives, and in addition to that..."
>She points at the piece of paper with a hoof
"I have him magically prepare sheets of scrap paper for my notes. If this sheet matches those missing from the book... it was him."
>You stare at her suspiciously
>You don't really want to believe her, but her story makes sense
>Your thoughts shift back to seeing the assistant just moments ago
>He had seemed like he was in a hurry
"Did he say he was going somewhere?"
>She nods
"He asked if he could go home early today."
>She thinks for a moment
"...Right after you brought that book up to the desk, actually. I had some more things for him to do, otherwise he would have left right then. If you go now, you can still catch him!"
>You nod, and start to turn away
"Thank you. And... sorry."
>She shakes her head
"Find that book vandal."
>You and Twilight turn away and gallop down the aisle, making your way for the main hall
>When you had seen Midnight Spire last, he was headed for the main doors
>You doubt he's actually stupid enough to head home, and you don't know where he would go otherwise
>So you'll just have to catch him before he gets there

>>42803506
which fic, nonny?

>>42805969
Where can I read everything and catch up?

>>42806013
https://ponepaste.org/11545 contains the story up to the start of this thread.

>>42805997
The twilight filly adoption story. I reread the story and remembered where i was planning to go with it so im chipping away at it again. I was wondering why i wanted spike in the story

>>42806026
Because spike is cute.

>>42806030
He can be a good straight man.

>>42799310
She was the one that gave them the flank in the first place!

>>42805969
Good shit

>>42805969
>Charging outside into the bright sunlight, it's easy to forget the gravity of the task at hand
>It's a beautiful day out; the sun painting the whole courtyard a mellow orange. It's warm, but the breeze is cool
>You stop and take a deep breath
>Scanning the courtyard, you see a number of ponies walking casually, enjoying the weather
>But not the stallion in question
>To the right, the courtyard narrows to a residential lane with a number of grand and old-looking houses crowding the flanks of the street
>To the left, the courtyard opens up into a sort of market square, with a number of tents and market stalls; salesponies hawk their goods to crowds of prospective customers
>Now if you were trying to get out of sight quickly, where would you go?
>Twilight answers the question for you
"That way."
>She gestures to the market stalls
"He's probably trying to lose us in the crowd."
>Makes sense
"But what if he knew we would think that, and went the other way?"
>Twilight looks thoughtful for a moment
>She glances over
"Split up, then?"
>You nod
"I'll take the market stalls. If I fly over, I should be able to spot him pretty easily."
>She raises an eyebrow
"Are you sure? Your flying record isn't really the best, if you remember. No offense."

>>42806013
Hope you enjoy!

>>42806117
Thank you!

>>42806143
>You shake your head
"None taken, you're partially right. My flying record is spectacular, it's the landings that are trouble."
>She looks even more concerned
"Right, so you're just going to use random ponies to cushion your fall?"
>You wink at her
"Not random ponies, one specific pony."
>Understanding dawns on her face, but the concern remains
>You put a hoof on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her
"Trust me. I can steer, mostly. And if I don't see him I'm sure the cobblestones will break my fall."
>She looks at you like you're an idiot
"Well, have any better ideas?"
>Twilight studies your an expression for a moment
>She nods, and hugs you
>You return the hug warmly
"Good luck."
>She turns and gallops down the steps, heading to the right side of the courtyard
>You look up, studying the clouds
>They don't seem to be moving that fast, so hopefully that means it's not too windy
>You back up a few steps into the library, and flare your wings out to the sides, feeling the muscles flex
>You can already feel the slight breeze brushing through your feathers like sand through a sieve... it feels good
>Despite your apprehension about flying... you can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline from the thought of what you're about to do
>Guess that sort of feeling comes with the Pegasus body... your body
>That thought snaps you back to how absurd this whole situation is
>You haven't really even thought about the form you had on earth in a while
>Even the memories of that place feel distant, like a fading dream
>You realise with some concern that you feel... comfortable, in this body, now that you're used to it
>You push the thoughts away
>You have a job to do
>Before you can second-guess yourself, you spring forward into a gallop, your hooves barely finding purchase on the stone floor
>You launch yourself into the air as you reach the top step of the stairs, powering off your hind legs and beating your wings
>And just like that, you're airborne again

>>42805775
Nothing!

>>42796001
While Applejack deserves it, why not your fellow Anon? They'd sure appreciate the physical affection and being able to forget for a while, stress free

listening to this again
https://youtu.be/psxEVM7a_SQ
>SADRGR

>>42806148
>You lean backwards, beating your wings and climbing
>Last time this was your undoing, but this time it's exactly what you want
>You soar over the courtyard and start banking left, feeling your wings strain as they catch the wind
>If you look far enough ahead, you can see the roofs of Canterlot's buildings laid out, stretching to the mountain slope like sharp, pointed hilltops
>But the view is not what you're up here for
>You look down as you level out, scanning the crowded streets
>The courtyard and open market stretch out before you, ponies milling around in various-sized groups as they go about their business
>You feel a very brief sense of vertigo as you imagine yourself as a grease-stain on the cobblestones
>But you manage to push the thought from your mind before it can take hold
>There are dozens, maybe even a hundred ponies at market today, and surprisingly you can make out most of the details of each one as you glide overhead
>You scan each pony briefly, trying to parse Midnight Spire from the technicolour horde down below
>He's so dark in comparison it shouldn't take long to spot him...
>But he doesn't seem to be anywhere, and you've almost completely passed over the market already
>Maybe he did go right after all
>You consider doubling back and seeing if Twilight has had any luck
>But you have this nagging suspicion that he's here...
>Maybe a change of perspective will help
>You gently bank right, before looping back around to the left and approaching the market from the other side
>You start scanning again, focusing on the areas of the market you couldn't see from your previous vantage
>Once again there's no sign of him...
>Damn, time to go the other way you suppose
>You're about to start heading back in the direction Twilight had gone when you see movement
>A suspiciously dark shadow under a parasol on the right side of the courtyard, behind a fruit cart
>You focus your eyes, staring at the shadow and...
>It moves!

>>42808367
>Midnight Spire slips out from under the parasol, moving cautiously down a side street away from the market, his head on a swivel as he walks
>The sun is to your back, and in his eyes
>So he probably hasn't seen you yet...
>Alright, time to go in for the kill
>You angle yourself forward, and start gaining speed perilously quickly
>Banking away from him initially, you turn back towards him and try to use the lift generated under your wings to slow you down a bit as you swoop down lower and lower
>But you're still gaining speed
>You level out, only a dozen feet off the ground
>But you're aimed directly at him, and he has his back to you
>You narrow your eyes, feeling like a hawk about to ambush its prey
>Ponies around the courtyard stop and look up at you, gawking as you rip by overhead
>The distance is closing, you're maybe fifty feet from him
>You lean back again, thinking back to your last attempt at flying
>Rainbow had done almost exactly this move, but right before she hit the ground she leaned back and flared her wings
>That must have been the missing ingredient...
>A pony in front of your target turns around and looks up in shock at you as you practically divebomb towards him
>Midnight's head whips around, and your eyes lock as he stares at you in horror
>His horn starts glowing as you hurtle towards him
>Too late, fucker
>You think to yourself
>You lean back, this time tilting your wings forward and flaring them out to catch the wind
>OH FUCK
>You feel your muscles strain and tense painfully as your whole bodyweight and its momentum are placed entirely onto your wings
>You grit your teeth, trying to slow yourself down before impact
>But it's not enough
>You feel your wings collapse as your muscles give in to the pressure

>>42808377
>You're assaulted once more with that vivid image of yourself as a grease-stain on the cobblestones as you continue to hurtle towards Midnight Spire
>It occurs to you that Rainbow Dash is essentially a top-tier athlete, whereas you've flown exactly three times now
>Oops
>It's actually Midnight that saves your ass this time
>There's a blinding explosion of light in front of you as he completes his spell right before you make impact
>You feel a powerful gust of air slow you down, but not quite quick enough
>You tuck your wings in, hoping to save them as you crash into him
>Both of you are sent sprawling as you tumble away, bouncing and rolling on the cobblestones at least three times
>You're left lying on the cobblestones, bruised and battered... but still alive
>You slowly, painstakingly, get to your hooves, your whole body aching
>You ruffle your wings out, wincing
>Thankfully it doesn't seem like they're broken
>Across from you is Midnight Spire, looking almost as beat up as you feel
>He gets to his hooves, looking around frantically
>A crowd is already starting to gather, the ponies murmuring to each other in hushed shock
"...id you see that...?"
"...e's crazy! Somepony call the guards..."
>You're about to open your mouth when he looks at you
>And the fear in his eyes stops you
>You may have almost just killed both yourself and him, but that's not the kind of look you see in his eyes
>He's not afraid of you... It's almost like he's looking through you
>Before you can act, he takes advantage of the pause and turns, forcing his way through the crowd and galloping back up the street towards the market area
>Damnit!
>You curse yourself for being so soft
>When did that happen?

>>42808382
>You groan as you start to gallop after him, your legs feeling like they might fall right off your joints
>You push past the crowd of onlookers, nopony finding the nerve to stop you
>As the crowd parts you can see him up ahead, galloping down the street
>You force yourself to ignore the pain in your limbs as you run faster, trying to catch up
>But it's no use
>He's bigger, faster, and seemingly tougher than you are
>He vanishes around the street corner
>You gallop after him, and as you approach you can see a flash of light from up ahead
>Skidding around the corner, you come to a halt as you see a welcome sight
>Midnight Spire lies sprawled on the ground, trying to recover his faculties
>And standing over him is Twilight, the glow from her horn just starting to dissipate
>Bookhorse comes in clutch again, thank Celestia
>You start limping towards her, your aches and pains redoubling as the adrenaline fades
>You only make it a few steps before you hear a clanking sound behind you, and a heavy hoof lands on your shoulder
"Ma'am, you're going to have to come with us."
>You turn to see a pair of gold-armoured ponies looking at you with thinly-veiled hostility, tensed and ready for a fight
>Shit

>>42808386
"Actually, she's with me."
>Twilight speaks up
>The guard looks over your shoulder at her
"Is that so? Well, then you're under arrest too."
>Okay, this is not going well
>You raise your voice
"Look, we can explain."
>You gesture to Midnight Spire
"That pony is-"
>The guard shakes his head
"Save it. We will take statements back at the castle."
>He shifts his attention back to Twilight, clearly recognising her
"And as for you; just because you're Princess Celestia's apprentice, doesn't mean you're above the law."
>You look over your shoulder, and find Twilight actually still looks quite composed
"As long as you take Midnight Spire in, too. He is a thief and vandal, and the librarian can corroborate that."
>The guard raises an eyebrow
"We'll sort that out soon enough. Now, come along."
>Twilight looks back over at you, and that concerned expression you've become so familiar with returns to her
>She looks back at the guard
"Very well. But I want to check Nona's injuries first."
>The guard snorts
>You can see a few more guards approaching from behind Twilight, fighting their way through the crowd
"Fine. And after that, you come quietly."
>It's not a question
>Twilight nods
>She walks over to you as the guard starts talking to the others and helping Midnight Spire up
>One of them stands near the two of you, watching you like a hawk

>>42808392
"Nona, are you okay? I knew I shouldn't have let you do this."
>You shake your head wearily
"I'm fine, Twilight. And you didn't let me do anything, I insisted. Plus, it worked."
>She bites her lip, looking at you nervously
"Well, at least let me check your injuries."
>You study her expression, sure that it's not necessary
>You're a bit battered but pretty confident you're fine
>But you can see she feels guilty
"Okay."
>She closes her eyes, lowering her horn towards you as it starts to glow
>You can feel a tingling sensation in your hooves, which slowly starts to spread out further into your legs and then your body
>It tickles, and you fight the urge to giggle as it spreads into your wings and neck
>And then it's gone
>Twilight opens her eyes and looks at you
>And... she's blushing?
"Well, everything good?"
>She nods sheepishly, not meeting your eyes
"Yup, just fine! Hunky dory. Just some bruising, you'll be fine!"
>You stare at her suspiciously
"You're... sure?"
>Still, she won't meet your eyes
"Uh-huh! Let's get moving, I'd like to get this next bit over with."
>You keep staring at her, trying to figure out what's going on in that head of hers
>Before you can think much more about it the guard interrupts your train of thought
"Everything sorted? We need to get back to the castle and take statements."
>Twilight spins around to face him
"Yes. Everything's fine, we're good to go."
>The guard nods, and looks to you expectantly
"Well?"
>You nod, and follow behind him slowly, your muscles screaming at you to stop and lie down
>Celestia help you, you have got to stop with this flying shit
>The guards surround you, Twilight, and Midnight Spire, and you begin walking to the castle, as a group

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>>42807772
I really doubt any anon who ended up in a pony's place would try to keep the secret for more than a few hours. It's an obviously doomed plan, that's only going to hurt you on the slim chance you pull it off.

>>42808398
Great story

>>42808689
I miss showstyle anon...

>>42810467
He'll be back. Give him time.

>>42802721
Anons will create their own Equestria with blackjack and hookers!

>>42803970
Build a moon base and invite some nice ponies over.

>>42805969
Devious bastard!

>>42807184
Does it help with the desire to be a pony?

>>42810012
Looks like green material here

>>42810979
Yeah, it does. Why don't you try?

>>42806148
>>You realise with some concern that you feel... comfortable, in this body, now that you're used to it
Aw, acceptance is nice

"No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new."

Even though I despise the asshole, he’s got a good point.

That was the last thing that ran through my head. Except for that four inch shard of glass from the Aerostar.

Damn moron and his Dubstep. The last thing I wanted to hear as I died was Optimus Prime taking a shit.

And to make matters worse, the asshole has the gall to not even croak.

Gotta give him points for trying though, walks away from the crash practically unscathed and stumbles into oncoming traffic.

I think I saw him bounce at least half a dozen times before rolling to a stop.

My only regret was not being able to protect my child. Child safety seats my ass.

At least she’ll be going on to a better place than I. Just hope they have enough ponies up there, god only knows she loved that show.

Jesus Christ, death hurts a lot more than you’d think. The searing pain in my retinas is enough to make my head explode, the high pitched ringing doesn’t help either.

Well shit, everything’s starting to fade… Better switch to a more appropriate first person narrative.

After a few moments of peaceful bliss, I attempt to open my eyes and see what kind of heinous events await me.
Figure if they have any imaginative creatures here, things will get a bit tedious. I’d rather just endure the pain and get on to the next.
Some failed attempts later, I finally get a grasp on my surroundings.
I’ve apparently shrunken down to the size of an infant.
I assume this by the comically sized crib I’m trapped in.
A few glances to my sides show no one is with me, which begs the question…

>What kind of hell is this?

>>42811110
“A place without hope, a place of no refuge, a place with no God. That, and that alone, is Hell.”

>Still cannot remember who told me that, but I took that to heart. It was one of the few things that really >made any sense to me. But this? This looks like an episode straight from a crappy 80’s cartoon.

A nearby window starts to creak as wind beats against it.
The sudden noise startles me.

>Why in the world did that startle me? Brain seems… Fuzzy…

The window begins to rattle as the wind grows, causing a small patter to start in my chest.

>Come on, slight noises shouldn’t be getting to me. Hell should be scary, this isn’t scary, so this isn’t hell. >Don’t panic, keep calm. I have my towel… Wait, a towel…?

I look at the towel and realize, it’s no damned towel, it’s a blanket.
As I reach for it, dread strikes me, freezing me in place.
I know I put out my arm, but what I saw had no hair, no fingers, and it defiantly wasn’t olive colored.

>My god damned arm is turquoise. No, scratch that, saying arm would imply I had a hand.

I lean forward and brush the blanket off me, wishing for a split second that I hadn’t.
My whole body is now this odd bluish green, and to top it all off, I was wearing a diaper.
The window finally gave into the beating it was receiving from the assumed storm and blew open, shortly being followed by a loud thunderous explosion.
With my mind being close to the edge of insanity, I let out a scream for help.

>“WaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

After hearing my voice echo off of the walls, my scream came to abrupt stop.

>That was me? That voice? What the… What is going on?!

>>42811112
>“Oh, honey, the window flew open. I thought you said you latched it.”

A mauve colored horse comes trotting into the room.
My heart stops dead.

>No… No god damn way…

>“I’m sorry dear, the weather team said it’d be a strong one, but this is crazy.”

A second one follows behind her, this one with a horn and a chrome coat.

>A…. A UNICORN?!

Fear aside, my brain being to sidetrack. How the hell do you get turquoise from silver and purple.
I lock eyes with the female one, at least I think it’s female, as she picks me up.
Still frozen, I allow her to cradle me.
Mind is firing like crazy, trying to figure out what this is.

>I’m dead, it’s that simple. I was a piece of shit in life, this is what it’s given me.

>“It’s okay, little one, hush now. Shhh. The clouds aren’t going to hurt you.”

While she’s swinging me back and forth, I catch a quick glimpse of my reflection from a mirror near a changing table.

>Oh no.

>“That’s a good little darling. Hush now, quiet now, lay your head to rest.”

She sings a little at the end as she puts me back in the crib.
I’m still frozen in disbelief at what I thought I saw in that mirror.
A faint glow grabs my attention, it’s emitting from my “Father”
The light suddenly appears on the latch and lock of the window, shutting it tightly.

>“That should do it. No way it’ll open now.”

>“Thank you, hon. I’ve got our baby boo calmed down, he seems alright now.”

>>42811113
>“Let’s head back to bed then… I’m still beat from yesterdays workload.”

The equine smiles and walks through the open pathway, followed shortly by the unicorn.
He stops a moment as his horn glows again, akin to the doorknobs glow.

>“Sleep well champ, you’ve had a pretty busy day too.”

The door softly closes after he disappears into the darkness.

>Alright, get your shit together man. This is no time to be freaking out.

I slap my arms to my face, which sadly had a reverse psyche effect… Not having fingers freaked me out more than I had thought. I threw the thought aside, focusing on my new goal… Standing.
Getting up is more of a pain in the ass than most people think. I feel sorry for anyone that can remember such early stages of childhood.

I struggled for a moment as I crawled to the side of the crib, trying my damnedest not to fall back on my rear end. After much time and effort, I was successful in bracing myself just high enough to be in line with the mirror, but I kept my eyes closed in fear…
With a deep breath, I finally opened them, starring at an animal. A little blue/green, hairy, animal. With a horn. And cartoonish features…

>Well, Shit.

>>42811018
I guess i could give ot a shot tomorrow, i just have to think of a prompt

>>42808689
Once one pony comes out as a former human, the ones who have been successfully hiding it for years do too.

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>Be Anon
>And you just woke up in a fucking STEAMING mood
>Because you live in a SHITHOLE
>Specifically, the shithole called Griffonstone
>And, for some ungodly reason, you're a Griffon
>So even if you moved out, every single dickhead on this miserable fucking rock would say
>"Oh, are you from Griffonstone?"
>"What's Griffonstone like?"
>"Bet you miss Griffonstone, huh?"
>You wouldn't, because this place is a shithole full of dickheads
>A sleepy groan beside you snaps you out of your anger
>Well, maybe not completely full of dickheads
>You look to your side and see your girlfriend's sleeping face
>"Grifffriend" actually
>You can't stand all the wordplay in this place
>You brush a stray feather out of her face so you can get a better look at her sleeping face
>She looks so...calm
>She's usually got some intense resting bitch face going on, so you almost never see her like this
>Her eyes suddenly scrunch up and one peeks open the smallest bit
>"Are you watching me sleep? Squawking pervert."
>You fucking hate Griffonstone

>Still anon.
>Eventually you convinced your Grifffriend to join you on a vacation to Equestria.
>You landed on the the outskirts of Ponyville, expecting it to fill you with the sense of wonder and whimsy you had thinking about this world when you were human.
>Instead, you just realized how... quaint it all is.
>It's colorful, but everythings so small and flat.
>You wander around, not really sure where you're going or why you're here anymore.
>And all the little ponies gawk as you pass.
>It's a strange feeling.
>You puff out your feathers.
>You march through the street, each claw and paw mark covering the tiny hoof prints in the dirt.
>You turn your head and see a familiar background pony.
>Linky realizes she's been caught staring, and panics. She ducks under the table and hopes you can't see her.
>You didn't want to scare the ponies. You want to be better that the typical Griffon dickhead.
>...But it doesn't feel wrong to be admired and feared.
>Seeing her cower makes you want to walk over and pick up the table.
>Say something like "Like what you see dweeb?"
>You shake your head. What's gotten into you?

>>42808398
>Once things start falling into place, it isn't long before you and Twilight are released
>You were placed in a 'dungeon cell', although frankly it was pretty quaint compared to some of the stuff you'd seen on Game of Thrones
>The guards took statements, and left for a couple of hours before coming back to let you out
>As promised, the librarian had corroborated your story
>You haven't seen her yet, but you have a feeling Celestia had something to do with it too
>Not like she was going to let her star pupil rot in jail for more than a few hours, right?
>You're in the infirmary (at Twilight's insistence, of course), the doctor on site just finishing cleaning up some of your scrapes and bruises
>She's a cute mare, but you can't help but wish it was Blue Cross instead
>You feel a pit in your stomach just thinking about him
>Twilight approaches as you're leaving the infirmary, giving you a big, but gentle, hug
>You return it gratefully
>She still seems really guilty, for some reason
"All patched up?"
>She asks quietly
>You nod
"Just some bruises, like you said. I told you I was fine!"
>You were trying to alleviate some of her apparent guilt, but she still won't meet your eyes
>You both stand there quietly for a moment
"...Twilight, what's wrong? You've been acting weird ever since you saw me in the market. I told you, it was my decision, and-"
>The look she gives you silences you immediately
>The look of a pony burdened with something that she's keeping from you
"What is it?"
>You ask softly
>She shakes her head, but still meets your eyes
"Trust me, you don't want to know."

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>>42813893
>You stare at her, trying to discern what she could possibly be thinking
>The moment stretches out
"...Okay. If you're sure, then I trust you."
>Now she looks even more guilty
>You decide to switch topics
"So, who do we have to thank for springing us out early?"
>She sighs
"Who do you think?"
>You raise an eyebrow
"Princess Celestia?"
>She nods
"She wasn't super happy with how we handled that, but she understood. That guard was right, though. We should have gone to them instead of pursuing Midnight Spire ourselves."
>You shake your head
"If we had gone to them it would have taken way too long, and we would have risked losing him. You know how important it is to me to get home."
>She gives you another look
"Trust me, I know."
>You continue studying her expression
>Just what is she not sharing with you?
>She looks away again
"Well, the good news is that Midnight is still detained, and I received permission for the two of us to go question him."
>You smile, and nudge her with your shoulder
"So, are we going to do a little good cop, bad cop kind of thing?"
>That brings a small smile to her face
>You both start walking away from the infirmary, making your way towards the dungeons
"We'll see about that. Last time I saw him, he was freaking out. I'm not sure he'll be a very tough nut to crack."

>>42813895
>When you get to the cell, it seems she was right
>Midnight Spire looks defeated and broken, slumped against the cell wall listlessly
>He's pretty beat up, moreso than you had initially thought when you last saw him at the market
>One of his legs is bandaged, and he's covered with scratches from the cobblestones
>You feel a pang of guilt looking at him
>Maybe you had gotten a little caught up in trying to catch him. You hadn't meant to do much more than rough him up a bit
>You had been prepared to interrogate him earlier, but seeing him now you can't help but feel a little bad for him
>The guard lets you and Twilight in after a moment, and he looks up as he hears the cell door slam shut
"...What, did you come here to finish the job?"
>You swallow your guilt and stare at him, trying to harden your heart
"In a sense. Where are the missing pages from that book?"
>He looks away, shrugging
"No idea. Isn't that the librarian's job?"
>Twilight steps up
"We both know you vandalised that book and stole those pages, Midnight. We can trace those ripped pages back to you."
>He snorts
"That could have been any unicorn."
>She shrugs
"But you were the only unicorn that had access to those books. Spill it, where are they?"
>You can see him starting to withdraw; this isn't the right approach
>You think back to your encounter with him at the market; the look he gave you, like he was afraid of something else
>Maybe a softer touch is needed, after all...
>You step forward and put a hoof on Twilight's shoulder
>The two of you exchange a meaningful look, and after a moment she backs off
>You sit down in front of Midnight, trying to appear nonthreatening
"Midnight, what exactly are you running from?"

>>42813902
>He looks up at you, the concern evident in his eyes
>And that same fear you saw in the market square
"Listen, I'm sorry for how things turned out earlier. I didn't mean to hurt you like this, but I saw the look you gave me back then. You're afraid of something, and if you tell us then we can help!"
>You glance back at Twilight for encouragement, and after a moment you can see the anger fade from her eyes
>She nods, reluctantly
>Looking back to Midnight, you can see his resolve crumbling
>He's silent for a long moment
>He sighs
"I just needed the money, okay? I got into some trouble with a couple of bad guys, and when I told them I worked for the library they said I could make up the difference."
>You nod slowly
"What kind of trouble?"
>He buries his face in his hooves
"Do you have any idea how much I get paid? It's practically nothing. I thought I could make some extra money by doing some betting on the side and... it didn't go well."
"So you thought you would steal some books and sell them to pay these ponies back?"
>He shakes his head
"It's not like that. I owed them a lot of bits, and they said if I got them a few particular books from the restricted area of the library they would let it slide."
>You sigh
"But they didn't, did they?"
>He nods sadly
"Once I delivered, they said that if I didn't keep doing things for them they would tell my boss and I'd be fired, or worse."
>Your heart sinks as you look at him
"You already gave them those pages, didn't you?"

>>42813904
>He looks up at you, his eyes glistening
>You don't have to be psychic to tell what he's thinking
>You feel close to tears yourself
"They were important, Midnight. My only chance, in fact."
>You sniff, and stand up
>He looks confused
"But... It was just a bunch of drink recipes. That book didn't even have any business being in the restricted section, anyway."
>Twilight speaks up
"It was a book by Star Swirl the Bearded. It was encoded, and you sold the pages we needed."
>He stares at her as you turn and walk towards the cell door
>She turns as you approach and walks with you as the cell door opens
"Wait."
>Midnight says
>You turn and look back at him, and you can see he's thinking hard
>He looks up at you
"I read those pages, and I know what's on them. If you get me some paper and a quill I can reproduce them."
>You stare at him, not daring to let your hopes up
>Twilight answers, her tone dubious
"From memory?"
>He nods, and you can see he's not kidding
"It's how I got the job in the first place."
>You and Twilight exchange a look
>She looks back at Midnight
"And what do you want in exchange?"
>He glances around at the cell
"Maybe a slight change in accommodation?"
>Twilight snorts
"You reproduce those pages, and I'll do a whole lot better than that."
>For the first time since you've met him you actually see some hope creep onto his face

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>>42813906
>As it turns out, Midnight and Twilight have quite a bit in common
>They're both turbo nerds, love books, and share a surprising enjoyment of mixed alcoholic beverages
>Something that you wouldn't have suspected of either of them, if you didn't know better
>You had left the two of them in the castle's study
>Twilight had pulled some strings to get Midnight released, and he was busily scribbling away at some parchment, locked in concentration
>Meanwhile you had left Twilight poring over Star Swirl's encoded book, deeming yourself intellectually outmatched for the task
>You are standing on the crenellations of one of the tallest towers in the castle, admiring the view
>Your wings are stretched out, still plenty sore after the stunt you had pulled earlier
>But despite your scratches and bruises, you can't help but feel alive
>The breeze pushes gently past your feathers, and you find yourself unafraid of the height despite teetering on the edge a hundred feet in the air
>Canterlot is laid out before you, nestled in the mountains as the setting sun paints the city a vibrant hue of orange and yellow
>Beyond the cityscape, you can see Equestria stretch out far into the distance, and if you look carefully you can even make out the tiny sprawl of Ponyville
>Your thoughts meander, and you find yourself thinking about your flight over Canterlot
>Pegasi must have some pretty good vision... and apparently you're no exception to that
>There's no way you could have made out the details of each pony from that height with your old body
>Not to mention being able to discern Ponyville's shape from however many miles away you must be right now
>You sigh wistfully, the sight of the sun slowly dipping below the horizon indescribably calming
>If only you were in Ponyville now... maybe you could visit one more time and say goodbye to everypony before you go home
>...And see Blue Cross again, is what you mean
>You shake your head
>You can't go back. You made up your mind and if your resolve falters... You're not sure you'd be able to leave again
>But would that be so bad, Nona?
>You don't belong here, of course it would be bad
>But what if you already are home?
>Shut up, Anon. You've already made up your mind, and you're going home

>>42813910
"Um, what are you doing?"
>Twilight's voice stirs you from your thoughts
>You turn and see her standing at the entrance to the tower, looking up at you with concern
"Relax, I'm not planning on jumping. Just enjoying the view, Twi."
>You hop down from the parapet, beating your wings once to soften your landing before folding them neatly to your sides
>She whistles
"Hey, first successful landing! Congratulations."
>You roll your eyes, but can't suppress a grin
"Did you already finish decoding that book?"
>She shakes her head
"I've made some progress on some of the earlier entries, but it's slow going."
>You nod appreciatively
"Thanks, Twilight. You've gone far out of your way to help me, and I can't begin to pay you back."
>She shrugs nonchalantly
"I don't know about you, but I've been having a lot of fun, Nona."
>You sigh
"...Yeah, me too."
>She turns to watch the sunset, the last rays peeking over the edge of the parapet
>You follow suit, and the two of you watch in silence for a moment as day gives way to night
>Your thoughts turn to the conversation you had had with her earlier
>She still hadn't told you what she was hiding, and your curiosity was beginning to grow
"Twilight, what is it you're not telling me?"
>She shakes her head
"Nona, I told you-"
>You interrupt her
"I know, 'I don't want to know', but I do. Didn't somepony once tell me that I could thank them by being honest?"
>She looks at you mournfully
"Well, you can thank me for the fun we've had together by telling me what's on your mind."
>You know it's kind of a low blow, but you're dying to know what's so bad that she won't say anything about it
>She keeps looking at you with that sad expression, but you hold her gaze
>The silences stretches out until finally she looks away
"Nona..."
>You keep staring at her, even though she won't look back at you
"Twilight, please."
>Still she won't look at you, and you can see her fighting back tears
"I-I don't know how to say this but... You're pregnant."

>>42813913
>You stand stock still, staring at her as those words ring in your ears
>The ground beneath you immediately feels very unsteady, and you're suddenly glad you're not on the parapet anymore
>You sit down heavily, overcome with dizziness
"W-what?"
>She finally looks at you again, that same mournful expression on her face
"When I checked your injuries at the market... That's when I became aware of it."
>You stare at her in shock, remembering her reaction immediately after casting that spell
"How...? That can't be possible, it's only been a few days since..."
>She shakes her head, tears in her eyes
"The spell was infallible, Nona. I was checking for internal abnormalities and..."
>You feel like you're falling, like the whole world is slipping out from under you
"I didn't want to tell you because I know how much you want to go home, but if you do..."
>She shrugs helplessly
"There's no telling what will happen to..."
>She gestures at your stomach, and you put a hoof to it, feeling numb
>That familiar old image of you and Blue Cross in his house slips back into your mind, and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block it out
>How could you be so stupid?
>You open your eyes and stagger to your feet, suddenly feeling like you can't breathe
>Twilight says something, but it sounds like her voice is far away
>Your vision narrows to a tunnel as you stumble towards the stairwell,
>The dizziness intensifies, and...
>Darkness

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>>42813913
Hah, thought so.

>>42814833
>W-what? Me? Pretty? Get out of here faggot. I'm not attracted to (you)...
>"Nona, why are you talking to yourself in the mirror?"
>SHUTTHEFUCKUPPLAYDOUGHWHORE

What happened with the show accurate art dude?

>>42815611
Who?

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>>42815723
the one who drew these cool pics