Pony Transformation General

And the prior thread's OP pic was solid gold. Alas poor thread, we hardly knew you.

I can't transform into a flood-stopping mechanic.

>>28070176
The real previous thread, >>27943149

>>28070404
lol no

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>>28070186
Colourful OP pics are better in my view. They stand out more in the catalogue.

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>>28070176
>Desperately trying to save the general edition!
Don't put this shit in the OP.

>>28071023
Pinkie's reaction is obvious, but how would the rest of the mane six respond to Anon's ponification? It could be worth trying to get those reactions drawn too.

>>28071946
Is that Soarin turning into Octavia? Sucks for him to lose his wings.

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Transformation of a pony into a worse pony.

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>Testing the facial expressions you can pull as the cute pony.

>>28070203
What?

>>28071411
literally what is my story.

>>28072997
>Chosen undead tries VR

>>28073292
Undeath wouldn't be so bad if you could spend the time as a pony.

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Stay vigilant. Stay bumped.

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I can't write green fast enough to keep up with my train of thought.

>tfw you will never become the cumfilly

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preening your new wings bump

>>28074094
God speed, Anon

>>28074963
Are there any stories that touch on this? I can't think of any which is a bit disappointing.

>>28074960
>cumfilly
Is that a filly filled with cum, a filly made of cum, or a filly who cums?

>>28075922
Or are there any stories dealing with learning to fly and being a pegasus in general?

>>28076221
Five Score comes to mind

>>28076221
High flyer by Mr. Blue

>>28077197
Oh yeah. That's a good one.

>>28070176
haven't been on this board in a while. I gotta ask.

dying general? what's up, just not much activity orrrrr....

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>>28079286
It's pretty quiet. But people have been saying this general is dying for several years now so I don't such claims very seriously any more.

>>28079456
Like the entire fandom then.
Sleepy towns have less crime. It's all good famalam.

>>28079572
A little crime might not be a bad thing. For example, kidnapping and ponifying your victim.

>>28080315
Rape is not a crime.

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>>28080918

>>28081025
ssshhhh

>>28081025
They'll never notice the dried semen on your pretty white lips, hun.

>>28080918
It's not rape if you want it

>>28079572
That gives me an idea for a green. Will post it later tonight when I get off work

>>28081723
Neat. Interested to see what you come up with.

http://pastebin.com/gyVhv5HE
"OH JESUS RARITY BUY ME A DRINK FIRST!"
>"Like sarcasm's going to stop me, darling- I've been doing this for a long time."
>In a moment your tail is pinned up to your hair and she begins the clipping the tufts out.
>You know exactly why spike really, really likes to hide out in 'that one back room over there' now for his 'naps'
>You would, too- if you had anything left down there.
>"Sheesh, anon- you really are hitting this room with the musk. Here-"
>Something moves right up your cooch and your ponut, and you almost assumed that she stroked you with her hoof, but when you turn back you see something that looks suspiciously like a bar of soap moving away from your backside.
"Are you cleaning my mare bits?!" you simply call out.
>"No, darling- this is a deodorant. It's lightly imbued with purging powers, so anything up to the smell of death is promptly covered for about twelve hours."
>Well, that's… expository.
>"Here, I'll throw a stick into your goodie bag."
>Goodie bag?
>She runs back before you can really dwell on it, taking the clips off of your tail and letting it droop to your horse knees.
>"Okay- now to throw you in the dress."
>In a moment, you're back in the celestia dress. Literally making you feel warm with glee for being in such an aesthetically pleasing get-up.
"How much for it?"
>"You've been through a lot, anon- you can have it… let it be known that I made you feel pretty for the first time!"
>She stands triumphantly and you just laugh.
>You knew she'd give you the dress.
>Additionally, you realize that you never really clicked with Rarity until you turned into a horse.
>Neat! Maybe the mane six will all really click with you this time.
>Maybe even Fluttershy, whom reminded you too much of your mother.
>But her pet Discord was pretty chill, and he got you, and he seemed pretty lucid of who you were as well.
>It makes you wonder if discord was a human and just got a much cooler transformation.

>>28081951
Nice. Interesting thought about Discord.

aside from pony, what other types of tf are people here fans of?

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>>28082421
Gryphons are good.

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/334424/silly-filly

>>28082837
I'm a little wary about the green alicorn OC on the cover image but I'll give it a chance.

>>28081323
Gross. I wouldn't want to associate with a pony with such poor cleanliness.

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Jesus. What?

>>28083147
Lovely

What would be the most inconvenient time to turn into a pony?

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>>28086010
>tfw you will never familiarize yourself with your new set of thick pony hips
>tfw you will never grind that butt up against someone's crotch and feel them get hard in response
>tfw you will never delicately whisper a description of the orgasmic bliss that you felt as your body shifted into the from of the horny breeding mare
>tfw you will never the sensation of being rutted by a human and feel their cock become more and more equine with each thrust, the blissful feeling of their tool growing longer and thicker with each thrust
>tfw you will never feel their balls slapping against your backside, almost feeling the sensation of thick pony cum churning within them as they grow larger and heavier
>tfw you will never have your womb filled over and over by that newly formed stallion, each virile load deposited firmly within your fertile womb changing him more and more into the dominant stallion he was meant to be
>tfw you will never leave that room, leaving behind a sticky trail of cum dribbling out of your pussy and a very satisfied and spent stallion, intent on repeating that delightful process as many times as possible

>>28086462
It's a damned shame. Well-written, Anon.

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>>28087711

>>28086462
Fucking unf

>>28085107
1. Just after the start of an exam
2. Your wedding
3. About to start a prosate exam

>>28090012
http://www.egscomics.com/comics/1458145343-NP160316_M5_077_magic.png
Full comic, so you can see the tf

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>>28090789
>1. Just after the start of an exam
That's not so bad. None of the exams I've taken have had a regulation prohibiting transformation into a pony.

>2. Your wedding
Works if the bride also becomes a pony and you have an open minded congregation.

>3. About to start a prosate exam
That's bad whichever end of it you're on.

>>28090942
>3.
I was originally thinking giving, because hooves
but either way works

Story idea
person gets obsessed with wanting to be the little pone
starts off learning lucid dreaming, has some success
moves to pony hypnosis files, enjoys them, starts thinking of self as pone
adds drugs to the mix, hypnosis starts feeling more intense, mentally becomes the little pone whenever they're dreaming
friends start to get worried, but the line between pone and reality for them is already starting to fade...

>>28091323
It could be interesting, even if lacking in actual transformation.
And it might hit a bit close to home for some poor sods.

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Sunday! Choo, choo!

>>28092338
>You finish your coffee.
>Why are you suddenly having problems getting along with people you've been good friends with?
>Well, people, that doesn't really apply here anymore, right?
>It doesn't.
>You're all so different now, that you may need to get to know each other again.
>Friendship built for so long, now lost?
>No, you still all have your memories, remember all the good times and things.
>But do you still see them the same way?
>In retrospect, in the rear mirror of the car called life, are they still same as they were yesterday and if they are, will they be the same tomorrow?
>No, nothing stays the same, everything is in motion, perpetually moving towards entropy.
>And once it stops, it dies.
>You all need to adapt, because if you stay the same, you will stop, slowed by the new world and everything it is.

>>28092399
>And once you stop, you drop dead.
>You shudder.
>Time to get moving again, then.
>You navigate tge airship. Thankfully, it isn't that big, and soon you find your friends siting in the frontal part of the half empty vessel.
>Assuming from the clothes of the other passengers, this was a flight dedicated solely for the trip to the cosmodrome.
>Your friends stick out, so with little effort you manage to find them.
>You tap the line of chairs.
>Milia, Miro, Ann, Amy, Fifi, all of them turn their heads to you.
>You cough.
“Guys, I'd like to apologize for what happened earlier. I've been on the edge for the last couple days. I didn't mean to snap.”
>The white pegasus stands up and trots up to you.
>”Apology accepted. We've been all on the edge, ever since we found out we'll see home again. Besides, who's to judge in this situation?”
“Thanks.”
>”Don't think you got off clean yet. You owe us all a beer.”
>You chuckle.
“Sure. As long as we don't get wasted like last time.”
>Your friends collectively laugh, and happiness breaks the heavy air.

>>28092338
A good day for greentext

>>28092490
>The entire flight was a five hour mess of sleeping, talking and laughing.
>But finally, you're at the Canterlot North Cosmodrome.
>The sight from the hardened glass waiting lobby is amazing.
>Launch pads with blast buffering, made from giangatic plates of metal, at spots burnt and covered with silvery black and grey smut, occupied by giant metal cigars, with winglets on the bottom, awaiting the word to blast off towards the stars, engineers hulking in orange painted exoskeletons run the numerous exteriors, some navigating large monstrous winged vehicles, from their hangars to the numerous runways, the planes looking like dragons waking from a thousand year sleep, some of the vehicles launching from the tarmac, leaving trails of white smoke in their wake, blue flames ejected from the engines, others landing, back into the clutches of mother earth.
>The chaos of movement, making so much more sense, the more you stare into it, patterns of movement, the sounds of roaring rocket engines, hooves clopping against the hard concrete surface of the spaceport.
>It's a symphony, that sounds like radio static at first, but then clears out into an epical sea of tones, worthy of any symphonic orchestra, the more you listen, the more you see and understand.
>It's an amazing sight.
>And sure as hell your heart is racing onwards, excited.
>You'll see space.
>The stars, the night of the great black.
>And sure as hell, it'll be a wild ride.

>>28092573
>If airports got a lot faster, the way to space took their slowness.
>You're all stuffed into thick and heavy spacesuits, checked through at least twenty times, and put onto a shuttle.
>The shuttle is at least a twenty meter beast, with two small wings in the back, topped by vertical stabilizers, and the engines below those.
>Entirety of the monster looks kind of like an SR-71, save for the size.
>The slanted hull on the sides, the aerodynamic shape suited for supersonic flight.
>The white hull with ceramic plating for re-entry, and many many more details, making the entire sight the most awe inspiring one you've ever been exposed to.
>You're pretty sure your mouth is agape, so are your friends from what you can scent over the heavy suit.
>And the sun is setting, adding that much more to the atmosphere.
>You would continue to admire the vehicle, but you're leaving to the vehicle.
>You all sit, strapped in and up, and wait for the go order.
>Oddly enough, you have noticed no windows, not for the cockpit, nor for any of the passenger compartments, you've been put in.
>But when you take seat, you see the outside and the bottom tarmac, just fine.
>Why though?
>The windows are definitely a structural weakness, and it's better to have a one piece hull for a plethora of reasons, but how can you see the outside?
>And then you spot it.
>A small teeny tiny disortion in the corner of the view on the floor.
>A screen! A screen so big that it accurately reveals the outside view!
>But that'd be so heavy it'd be useless, and with spaceflight, mass is money, unless, the screen is really light.

>>28092718
>Well, every component has to be light, right?
>From your helmet a voice rings.
>”Alright ladies, welcome aboard the Centurion II, make sure your seatbelts are strapped on and prepare for sudden acceleration, weather on your destination is cold and airless. Make sure you're properly clothed and keep your hooves inside the vehicle at all times. Northern Canterlot Cosmodrome staff wishes you a happy flight.”
>Centurion II, that means there was a Centurion I.
>The fact that it's nowhere around fills you with confidence.
>The tarmac begins moving below you, the engines hum from behind you, and the vehicle is that much closer to the lift point ahead of it.
>And suddenly, the hum punches it's way up into a loud pitch squeel.
>Once the sound becomes almost unbearable, you're pushed back into your chair with a gut kicking feeling.
>The feeling doesn't stop, and you spew a little.
>High acceleration, god damn it.
>The feeling subsides a little, and now you're speeding up up and up to the sky, through the azure blue.
>When the clouds end, and the blue turns into black, you hope the Gs have finally subsided, the acceleration kicks you again, and you hurl something green and sticky over your helmet visor.
>Great, the first time in space and you puke all over inside your helmet.
>Amazing, really, you went to see the stars, and now you can't see them.
>Verita's voice rings over the radio in your helmet.
>”How’re you hanging? I hope not too spacesick. Sorry for the sudden acceleration, but it was necessary.”
>Even though you're sure Verita wants to help you, her kind words are useless. You're angry, your stomach is empty, you feel terrible, and the first look you'll ever have onto the space outside will be one connected to your friends laughing at you for not being able to hold your stomach in.

>>28092778
>What a great start.
>The twenty five minutes of flight later, you're, from whatever you've been told, because by the gods, you're not putting off the darkened helmet, considering whatever courses in your stomach covers your mane, you have arrived at some sort of a space station.
>You walk to the room you've been given and lead to by Verita, and take off the grimy space suit.
>You head straight for the bathroom, and look into the mirror.
>Your mane is matted, dirty and almost visibly sticky.
>With a sigh, you take a trot under the shower.
>And with a hornglow, you turn on the water.
>The warm water runs down your mane and back, over your shell, making clapping noises almost like when rain hits a roof, the water continuing to run, over your wings, gently caressing your nerves and body, you're slipping off, mind wandering away and around, relaxing under the hot water.
>You're ripped out of the relaxing time you've had under the rain from the shower head by a cough on the border of the bathroom.
>You turn around a jump a little in surprise, seeing Ann standing in the doorframe.

>>28092791
>”To get those stains off you need methanol,” your Zebra friend proclaims, careless whether or not are you embarrassed or whatever you are doing.
“Ann! Holy crap, you scared me. Haven't you heard of knocking, for crying out loud?” You reply and turn off the water, covering yourself in a towel.
>”Don't worry, I'm a doctor, remember? Totally trustworthy, and not lead by any motives.”
>A quick dip into the emotions your friend emits check out, showing genuine interest in your well-being. Except for a small hint of something, but you shake that off as an uncertainty in your abilities.
“Okay. What do you suggest?”
>”Acceleration pressure didn't do you so well, so I thought I would offer my help in cleaning the resin off of your mane and stuff.”
>You nod.

>>28092807
>The zebra has two saddlebags on his back, and with some bites, pulls out a sponge and an orange bottle.
>”The resin you've mistaken for gastrointestinal juices is instead a product of a gland in your throat, something of a defense mechanism to be spat out at enemies and immobilize them. Since you never used it, it got full over time and got stimulated by the high Gs. Well, it's hard to break down the mucus once it hardens as well, and quite frankly, the best way to break it is to use technical alcohol. Just a couple rubs and then we'll wash it off with water, alright?”
>Heh, Ann looks like explaining a complex operation to a patient.
>You nod again and take seat in the tub of the shower, right on the drain.
>You turn around, and close your eyes.
>Soon, the rough side of the sponge in running through your hair, cleaning the messy mane.
>You turn around and keep your eyes closed, and the sponge goes over your muzzle and face.
>Once everything is done, you're washed off clean by your friend holding the shower head. You almost feel like a princess, getting all this care.
>With an inner chuckle, you're assaulted by a towel drying your mane and shell up.
“Done, Doctor?”
>Ann chuckles. “Yip, I'm finished. Now keep warm, you wouldn't want to catch a cold.”
“Thanks, I will.”
>When the Zebra is about to leave, you get an afterthought, and you call out at your friend next to the doorframe.
“Say, wouldn't you want to stay for a little bit? Just chill out and stuff. Nothing serious, that'd be wierd, you know,” you spit out in a single breath and smile.
>”I'd be very happy to.” Ann replies smiling, and turns around from the door.

>>28092821
Anf that's it. Sorry Blackbox, Skype logged itself out, and refuses to log back in despite using the pass from my Firefox keyring.

>>28092840
Keep it up, mate.

>>28090823
Thanks Anon.
>tfw you will never spend an afternoon with your friends turning into ponies.

>>28085107
Middle of a busy shift in retail.

>>28085107
in the middle of masturbation.
because what's worse than desperately trying to bring yourself to climax with your dull numb hooves, pawing fruitlessly at your dripping sex, feeling it clench on nothing, while your mind is flooded with an overwhelming desire to have that void filled with a hot, throbbing horsecock?

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>>28094179
It gets awkward when you start demanding payment in a fictional currency.

Sorry all for the delay on this, had a rough few days after and forgot about posting the most recent What's In A Name chapter here. Will post here now, fine fellows

>>28094653
I raised a hoof and knocked on Rose and Lily’s door. After a short while, I received no response and knocked again.
“Lily? Rose?” I nervously pushed the door to their room open. I peeked around the corner, sighing when I realized that both of them were missing. I walked forward and sat down on the couch next to Rose’s television, a spot that I had grown to become attached to whenever the three of us were playing games together or simply talking. An idle hoof brushed through my mane, calming me and reminding me of why I was here in the first place. Only one week remained until we all went back home, and my two new friends weren’t the only ponies who needed to prepare.
I wonder what my sister would have to say about my decision? I let out a nervous chuckle, imagining her surprise when I told her. She would obviously have her doubts, probably arguments against doing it in the first place too. The worst part is that I had trouble disagreeing with those probable arguments. What about your responsibilities as the second princess? What would your subjects think? I only just got you back, and now you want to leave me again?
I shook my head, my blue mane swishing as I dispelled these thoughts from my head. Celestia would understand, right? I needed to do this. Mother knows, being an Alicorn was lonely, let alone being the princess of an entire nation. That was why I needed to do this. I know what my calling is. I know I am meant to rule alongside my sister, but our lives are long. I needed to spend this time to connect with myself, find out who I am without having the role of princess thrust upon me.

>>28094664
I smiled, determinedly. I was going to do this. I was going to live in Ponyville with my friends, and my sister would just have to accept it.
“Luna?” I jumped in surprise and spun around, seeing as Lily walked into the room.
“Ah, Lily! Sorry for the rude intrusion, I just wanted to… to talk to you two.”
“Well, Rose is off helping mum in the garden, but I’ve gotten a splinter in my hoof, so I’m gonna take a little break. What is it you wanted to talk about?” Lily asked calmly, making her way over to the couch and taking a seat next to me.
“I…” I froze up, my nerves taking hold. I tensed the muscles and then relaxed. I was doing this, and I was not going to feel guilty about it. “I’ve decided to stay in Ponyville for a while once we go back to Equestria.”
“What!?” Lily said, a smile plastered itself across her face. “That’s great! What made you think of doing that?”
“I’m… I’m confused, did Rose not tell you?”
“About what?”
“Well, we had a conversation a while ago about me possibly staying in Ponyville for a while. She made quite a convincing argument and I said I would consider it. Rose didn’t tell you?”
“Well, it’s the first I’ve heard of it, but it’s great none the less!”
“Y-yes, well, I’ve decided to be… selfish, for lack of a better word. I’ve spent every minute since my return preparing to become a Princess again, and no time at all thinking of my own mental wellbeing. Before I… before I was banished, I spent a very long time ignoring that and focusing entirely on being a leader. A tyrant, even…” I said, choking back a few tears. “I don’t want to dip down into darkness again. I need to find my bearings again, and I think that they’re in Ponyville, with… with my friends.”
“Well, you’re not a tyrant. You’re a cool pony who I’m happy to call my friend, and I’m glad you’ve decided to come to Ponyville.”

“I know I'm not any more, but… Some ponies think I am. I don't know if you remember it yet, but I gave Ponyville quite the fright the first time I showed up there and I'm afraid that outside of festivals, I don't exactly make many public appearances. I'm just… Worried that it won't be any different. I'm worried that history will repeat itself, or worse.”

“Yes, I do remember that night, but you need to realize that it was a long time ago. You're not the pony you were that night and I'm sure that the ponies there will realize that too. If they don't, I'll have to do a little bit of manual persuasion.” Lily laughed as she jokingly pounded her hooves together.

I giggled along, her jokes actually managing to tug a smile from my cynical lips instead of a groan.

“Thank you, dear friend. Your words of encouragement are greatly appreciated. I do feel we must also break the news to Rose as well.”

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“Oh my gosh, really?” I shouted in a high pitched squeal of delight. “Lunaaaa~! I'm so happy for you!” I rushed forward and pulled her into a friendly hug.

“Y-yes, Rose, I have decided that I need to reconnect with the civilians of ponyville, and with myself, so to speak. Thank you for suggesting that I live there for a while.”

“No problem!” I said, separating myself from the hug and walking back to where Lily was sitting on the couch.

“Well, now is probably the best time that I tell you, as we only have…. Four days before we leave for Equestria.”

I blanked for a second. What was that?

“F-four!?” My jaw dropped."Four days!? H-holy crud, we’ve got so much to prepare for, I'm not even ready, I haven't spent enough time petting Simon, not to mention packing our belongings! Wh-what if something goes wrong? What if-”

“Rose!” Lily shouted, snapping me out of my panic. "Calm down, you know how infectious our panicking is.”

I breathed in and out slowly, practicing the tactic of calming down that Lily and I had devised together after I had lost my wits over some dead flowers.

“S-sorry Lily. So, do you have any idea where you'll be staying once you get to Ponyville? You know we'd be happy to have you in our house. That is still there, right?”

She nodded. “Yes, your house is still there and under your name, and while I would take you up on that offer, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't mind sleeping on your couch.” she giggled and we laughed along. "No, I do have a place in mind, as long as the Twilight doesn't mind me staying at her place. I'm sure she would be more than happy to accommodate me, at least until I find a place of my own.”

“Twilight? I wouldn't have thought that her library would be large enough. It’s hardly large enough for just her and Spike, isn't it?”

Luna stared at us, blinking a few times before a smile spread across her face.

“Silly me, I forget you two have missed a year's worth of goings on in Equestria. Twilight is a princess now. She ascended to Alicornhood after finishing a spell half crafted by Star Swirl the Bearded. She also has a small castle situated in the center of Ponyville.”

It was my and Lily's turn to stare at Luna in surprise this time.

“W-well, I guess we missed a lot more than we thought.” I gulped and smiled nervously. “So Twilight won't mind you staying there while in Ponyville?”

“ I don't intend to stay there for my entire time in Ponyville. Part of the point was avoiding higher lifestyle and trying to feel like a real pony again. I know Twilight can attest that the castle is not exactly the best place to stay if I want to avoid living like a princess.”

“Yeah, castles kinda scare me too.” Lily added with a smile. “I'd really like for you to come visit a lot though. Part of being a normal pony is coming out for coffee with Rose and I. No arguments.” She smiled confidently, Luna nodding with a laugh.

“Of course. I could never forget the two ponies that helped me feel more alive than I have in a millenia. Now, I think, what with our departure right around the corner, it would be reasonable that we think about packing soon?”

“Oh gosh, we have so much to pack.” I paled, the blood leaving my face.

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“Rose, for the last time! It’s not going to work in Equestria! We have magical energy there, not electricity.” Lily said, her frustration showing.

“I am not leaving without it!” I shouted back, gripping my Super Nintendo to my chest tightly and scrunching my muzzle in indignation.

“To be quite honest, Twilight would easily be able to figure out a way to power it with magic as well.” Luna said as she began levitating more boxes of possessions toward the door, ready for our departure. My dad was still downstairs, calming down my very teary and emotional mother. It was no surprise either. We were leaving. Not even to another country, we were leaving to what was essentially another dimension. I could tell my dad was upset too, but he was too hard-headed to show it.

“Not you too, Luna.”

She shrugged and smiled at us.

“It’s not my fault that your human games are so entertaining. I have yet to finish that Final Fantasy game too. I want to know if Zidane succeeds.” She said guiltily.

I poked out a tongue playfully at Lily and placed my console into an empty box, followed my my games and cables. Transporting the television would be hard as well, but I'm sure Luna would help out with her levitation.

Today was the day. Today was the day that we finally said goodbye to this world and in a way, goodbye to our old lives. Of course, not goodbye for ever. There was no way I’d forget my old life, nor would I ever forget my parents and old friends, as little friends that I did have. Huh, maybe I should say goodbye to those friends. I scrunched my eyes, remembering what had happened the last time we had all hung out and dispelled that thought. If they cared about me at all, they would have tried to get in contact at least once after I had left my parents house the first time.

Regardless, the good and the bad, I would remember it all. I watched Lily as she grumpily helped me pack my games away and I knew she would do the same. She would remember her human parents, as much as I’m sure she wishes to forget them. She would remember our friendship together as humans too.

“Rose? Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, just kinda thinking about stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” She asked, stepping toward me and nuzzling my cheek.

“Well, just… stuff that we’re leaving behind. People that we’re leaving behind.”

“Don't forget, it isn't forever at all. Luna promised that we would be able to come back and see mum and dad, and you can play all the games you want. Who knows, there could be something new by the time we decide to come back and visit.”

A knock on the door distracted us from our conversation and we watched as my dad walked in, his eyes red from crying. I felt my own eyes begin to water and I trotted toward him, Lily following behind. I didn't protest as he leant down and picked me up in his arms, his reaffirming hug comforting me more than it ever had before.

“I-I’m sorry, dad.” I whispered into his ear as he stroked my mane with his fingers.

“Shh, no, Rosie. You haven't done a single thing wrong.”

“B-but I c-cut you out of my life for so long, then the second we reconnect, the reason is because I'm going to have to leave. I… I shouldn't have done what I did. I love you so much, dad.”

Another voice came from behind my dad before he could answer.

“Rose, your father is right.” My mum said calmly, her eyes also red from crying. “We don't care that you're leaving, or that it took this long to talk to us again. What we care about is that you,” She stroked a hand on my cheek, “and you,” She smiled, picking up a willing Lily, “are happy. I don't care if you're traveling the world searching for sunken treasure, as long as the both of you are happy.”

“M-mummy…” Lily murmured and buried her face into my mum's hair. “Th-thank you. I'll never forget what you've done for me. For us. I… I love you, mum.”

Instantly, tears dripped down both Lily's and my mum's faces, causing the dam holding back mine to burst. My dad walked toward my mum and wrapped an arm around her, holding us all together in a hug.

I heard a quiet little snap sound emit from next to us and I turned my head to see Luna holding onto my old Polaroid camera with her magic.

“I apologize, I just could not let such a touching moment go uncaptured.”

“No, it’s fine.” My mum said with a wide smile. “In fact, I think that this photo would be a perfect first picture for your photo album, right Rose?”

My eyes lit up and my dad let me down to the floor, allowing me to rush over to a packing box and pull out the large leatherbound album with “Precious memories” emblazoned on the front. As Luna levitated the photo over to me, something came to mind.

“Wait, no. This shouldn't be the first picture in the album.” I looked up to her with a smile. “Somepony’s missing. Luna.”

“Wh-what? Me? No, this should be for pictures of your family.”

“I know, and that's exactly why I want you to be in it.”

“Rose, what are you-” she stopped as the realization hit her. “No, Rose, I'm not… I'm not worthy of being-”

“Nope, shush.” I silenced her. “You're just as big a part of the family as Lily is.”

“Rose is right.” Lily grinned, trotting toward us. “Sometimes, a friend can mean even more to you than family. Sometimes you can say that… you don't love your parents. And that isn't wrong. Being your parents doesn't give them the right to make you feel bad for being you. Just as much as being related doesn't make them family. You’re more family to me than they've ever been.”

Luna looked between us, a look of disbelief on her face.

“I… I don't know what to say.”

“You don't have to say a thing. What you might have to do is take the picture, since none of us have magic.” Lily said with a giggle. Luna nodded, wiping tears from her eyes as my parents sat down on the couch next to us, lifting us onto their laps. Luna stood happily beside us as she levitated the camera upward.

“Smile, everyone.” My dad said. “This is the beginning of your new lives.”

Smiles stretched across all of our faces as a click resounded throughout the room.

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“Mum, please.”

“Nope.” She said with a teary smile as she continued to brush my mane slowly. “I always wanted to brush a horse’s mane, and you don't seem to dislike it too much either.”

“Th-that’s not the point. We’re leaving really really soon, and I want to be ready.”

“Oh hush, Luna explained exactly how it would go down. She'll open up the portal thing, you three will walk through, and Luna will close it behind you. Your luggage is all packed and ready to go, so all we’re waiting on is Luna.”

“She is right, honey.” Lily chuckled. “You don't seem to mind it at all.”

I pursed my lips and dropped my head. She was right, I was enjoying it greatly, but I was not about to go and admit it.

It was only a few minutes later that Luna walked into the living room, my dad following behind.

“Rose, Lily, I do believe that it is time for us to depart.”

“No.” My mum wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Mum…” I pulled myself out of her grip. “You know this won't be goodbye forever. I promise, I'll write to you every second day-”

“Every day.” She interrupted. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

“Fine, yes. I'll write to you every day in the tome, and I promise to try and come visit at least before the foal is born.”

She smiled apprehensively and released me from her grip, allowing me to jump to the floor and take my place by Lily's side.

“This is amazing, Rose.” She said with a tear in her eye. “We're finally going home. To our friends, our home… the place where we can raise Breeze, and she can grow and learn.”

“I know. Oh gosh, I hope Lyra and Bonnie recognize us.”

“Of course they will, silly. Not to mention, Luna said they already knew the whole situation. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to see us.”

“I hope so…” I murmured as Luna stepped forward, her horn beginning to glow brightly. A quiet humming sound started and rapidly rose in volume, almost to a point that I thought I might have to cover my ears when a bright golden light shot out from seemingly nowhere and connected with Luna's horn. The deep blue of Luna's magic swirled and mixed with the gold until a bright purple ball of energy was clinging to the tip of her horn. There was a small pulse of force emitted from her horn and the ball of energy split apart, stretching until it was double the height of Luna. She turned to us with a smile and offered a hoof.

“Are you ready?”

“I…” I trailed off, trying my hardest to say yes, but my nerves kept my mouth wired shut.

“I think she's trying to say yes.” Lily nodded to Luna and I slowly extended my own hoof. Luna took hold of it and stepped forward. I turned around as we walked and smiled at my mum and dad, both hugging each other and crying.

“Goodbye, mummy. Daddy.” More tears fell from my own eyes as we moved away from them. “I love you!”

“We love you too, honey! Don't talk to strangers!”

I giggled as my vision started to fade to white.

“I promise.”

________


Hope you all enjoyed it. It's pretty gay.

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/322570/21/whats-in-a-name/chapter-eighteen

>>28094653
Glad to see you're back

>>28094853
Glad to be not dead right now.

After watching last week's episode, I'd like to see something where Rainbow Dash gets turned into a dakimalkura and gets sold off at the convention as a misprint or something.

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Bumping before going to work. Have fun /PTFG/ and dare not make the thread die when I'm not here.

>>28094290
L-lewd

If that anon is reading this, please post Stay Forever (3) updates in this thread from now on. It's way easier than keeping a single thread up among all these generals.

Also pls don't be dead.

>>28095168
>inanimate tf
Thanks for the suggestion but no.
What if a human at a con turned into Rainbow Dash, shortly before being kidnapped by villainous ponies.

>>28096209
Is that story any good? I saw the thread but didn't get around to reading it yet.

>>28096158
Don't deny the lewdness, Anon. That's half of what being a pony is about.

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>>28095389
We'll do our best.

Have some weird unbirthing transformation, https://derpibooru.org/1219490

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>>28086462
Now in convenient screenshot form

>>28098443
But without accompanying image!

>>28099135
I'm just a common phoneposter, if one of you PC users could make a screencap, it would be appreciated

>>28096338
I like it, anon and his two friends get transported to equestrian.

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>>28099150

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>>28100338
Based
Thanks anon

>>28099724
Thanks. I'll give it a read. Hoping the writer continues.

Woofr-senpai, you still there?
You feeling OK?

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>>28101076
Alive. Writing.

>>28101263
This is welcome news.

>>28100365
Stuffed toys make the whole being-turned-into-a-filly thing worthwhile.

>>28100365
Twilight doesn't need to insult your intelligence. She'd merely cast a spell to take it away.
Make you as naive and innocent as the CMC.

>>28101582
Twilight values learning too much for that.

>>28102145
We all know that Twilight is going to be the final villain.

After all, she can teach you and help you learn everything, then regress your mind and body and do it again, and again, and again, until it's perfect.

>>28102210
The endless cycle of transformation, brainwashing and relearning.

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>>28073420
Sleep is a good catalyst for transformation.

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>>28103880

>>28103880
That's cool. I'd be pretty happy to have dreams about (being) pony.

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Just want to let you guys know that plates isn't dead, he was just caught up in an unfortunate blanket ban.

I'll be posting his stuff on his behalf for the meanwhile.

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As usual you can find the uncensored stuff on his tumblr- http://sevenpaperplates.tumblr.com/

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>>28100338
>mfw good enough to be screencap worthy
>tfw don't have the patience to sit down and actually write down a story beyond "they fug and then pone happens"

>>28104743
Short stuff is fine too, famalam. Plus that was really good green and I hope you do more like it soon.

>>28104396
>>28104413
Oh, that's really nice. Thanks for keeping us updated.

>>28105209
More one-off and short greens could be nice.

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>>28105723
thanks, I mean short little lewd/interdasting greentexts are good and all, but to me it feels like on topic, glorified shitposting, probably since the only greentext screencaps that are still around are the strangest shit imaginable, like that one where the pony bursts out of someone, or that mac n' cheese edit of that incredibly slutty pony or w/e.
btw, if any of what I wrote seems familiar, that's prolly because I was 90% of the posts about being the pone with the irresistable ass

>>28106148
Nah, there are tons of other capped greens that make their rounds each thread. The satyr green, a couple diamond dog greens, and the slutty mare story for example. It's hardly shitposting.

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chemically the pone bump

>>28107048
Chemically the pone, physically the pony, biologically the pone.

>>28107920
Mentally the pone? That takes more time.

Horse Steppin

which stories do we want to see more of?

personally wanna see just some comfy green.

>>28111200
Just about anything.

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>>28109788

How does ptfg feel about mental TF?

>>28113184
Good if it's not complete identity loss.
I started writing a green about a year ago where an anon starts turning into a ditsy mare, fully aware that he's turning into a dumb sluttymare without losing his memories.

>>28113315
Post it, sounds pretty good.

>>28113494
It's not much more than bullet points atm.

>>28113184
The thing about (total) mental TF is that once it happens either the story is over or you end up with a story in which the character doesn't know what's happened to them. It's not such a bad thing in the first case but the second can be quite silly.
And of course it loses a few points because it's not something that I can fantasize about happening to myself.
It can definitely but entertaining if done to a lesser degree.

>>28113315
>>28113555
I like this idea. I hope we can see it when the story reaches a more complete state.

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>>28113901

>>28113315
That sounds really hot.

>>28113788
pretty sure that phase 2's is doing this identity change/morph.

it's bretty gud desu

>>28113184


Love me some mental TF, I actually prefer full identity loss but I also like just some traits being changed here and there.

>>28114438
>how I imagine I would react to becoming pone

>>28115190
What makes you think you'd be a stallion? That's a dangerous assumption to make.
Maybe there should be a version of that picture, same pose and dialogue, except Anon is a mare with a stallion looming over him.

>>28114438
Every time I see this picture I think of the Duck Tales theme song

>>28116279
not necessarily looking at a horse cock on my OWN body ;)

>>28116702
What makes you think you won't be a stallion? The forces of transformation are dangerous and unpredictable.

>>28117707
holy resolution batmare

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>>28104396
Hey man, let plates know that his Roseluck TF pics inspired What's in a Name. That was some good shit.

>>28118684
Those were some nice TFs.

>>28119552

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>>28119032

What if Anon was perceived to be a pony by the population of Equestria. He is committed to the asylum, until such time as he can be cured of his delusion of humanity.

>>28121536
That sounds interesting

>>28122488
Except for lacking in direct TF.

>>28123210
unless the pones feel the need the chemically/ magically alter anon's body to help him through the transition

>>28124616
Drugs in the food supply having a gradual effect. Anon realising in horror what's going to happen to him. Maybe he comes to accept it.

So uh…it’s been awhile since I’ve posted here. I’ve been going back and forth on whether or not to write more and…well, it looks like I wrote some more. I really won’t lie, what I have written is kind of sorta really dark, and it’s also very long. Sixty-four and a half pages worth of green long. Rather than take up over 100 posts here and hog the thread, I think I’m just gonna post the Pastebin link for anyone interested. If dark stuff doesn’t bother you, if you want to read something long, and/or if you’ve read my stuff in the past and got confused and wondered where I was going with everything, then maybe you’ll enjoy this chapter. I dunno. But yeah…like I said, if dark stuff isn’t your thing, then maybe you shouldn’t read. But if you do, I hope you enjoy.

Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/SzLAkaN3

>>28125267
I'd say you should post it directly in the thread but it would take a lot of time. Have you considered writing smaller and more frequent chapters?

>>28125309
I could copy and paste the whole thing, but that could easily take over an hour with the 2,000 character limit per post. And again, in terms of hogging up the thread with my stuff...yeah...unless anons here really wanted me to, I could. Truthfully, this giant chapter could have easily been three chapters, but I would say it's the turning point of the whole story, and considering I've mostly kept everyone in the dark, it is longer than usual. I will try my best to make sure the rest of the chapters aren't as long as this one. That, and for some strange reason, it is easier for me to write a lot as opposed to something short. I'm weird that way.

>>28125267
Google doc update accordingly - http://derpy.me/PonyTF

>>28121536
Sounds like a Screwball tf

>>28125267
>that chapter

Fucking 10/10 is what I say. Time to go to bed at 4 AM

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>>28125968
How does it? Do you mean Screw Loose?

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Things won't seem so bad when you're the mare in the pretty dress.

Hey

>>28126430
Haha, yeah thats what I meant

>>28090525
Anon resembles that remark.

>>28126578
Anon becomes the high class escort pony.

>>28125389
I would love it if you posted it.

>>28128458
Before being thrown into a cage with other ex male mareanons who are forced to fuck each other for our entertainment.

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>>28125968
>>28127830
Not unless Anon acts like a dog.

>>28125389
Argument for posting:
It attracts more attention and more readers.
There is no better use for those 100 or so posts than for good story content.
Arguments against:
It's a lot of work.

Can't blame you whichever way you choose. Thanks for writing.

Hello

>>28126266
Thank you. I'm very glad you enjoyed reading it.
>>28128497
>>28128809
Then, if you two prefer, I could post the whole thing. I technically have the time at the moment, but my concern was hogging up the whole thread and annoying other anons here. Either way, looks like I'll be filling up another 100 or so posts here. And again, if dark is not your thing...well, just be forewarned about that.

............


>Dr. Money?
>Is that him?
>The square-like glasses, those eager-looking eyes, that unmistakable smile…
>No.
>Oh dear God no.
>Oh dear God please no.
>No.
>No.
>NO!
>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”
>Screaming as loud as your lungs allow you to, you spring off the chair and dash for the door.
“BIG SIS! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
>Your mind rapidly turning into one of instinctual animal survival, you run right into the doorway, hoping the door would smash open.
>But it does not.
>Instead, you bang your head hard against it.
>Even though you could have almost passed out from the sudden onslaught of pain, you keep yourself balanced and determined.
>You had to get out of here.
>You had to get away from him, no matter the cost.
>You try your best to grab at the door knob with your hooves, but you quickly realize it’s locked.
>C’mmon…open dang it!
>Open! Open! OPEN!
>You frantically try to twist and turn the knob, but to no avail.
>No matter how much you try, it won’t open.
>You can hear who you supposed might be Dr. Money make an audible sigh from behind you.
>You turn to snag a quick glance at him.
>He simply shakes his head with his eyes closed.
>He then opens them and looks straight at you.
>You can feel him looking through you.
>He looked so serious.
>You were terrified.
>You turn your gaze back to the door and start frantically banging on the door, hoping that it would somehow break down.

>>28129932
“NURSE REINHOLD! BIG SIS! SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE HELP ME!!!”
>Suddenly, you stop.
>An idea shines through your mind.
>You’re a pony.
>You can just buck down the door with your hind legs.
>You turn around and face the other pony behind you and notice that he’s now just curiously observing you.
>Is he Dr. Money, or does he just sorta look like him and Dr. Wilhelm somehow knows about him?
>Still, him mentioning Dr. Money’s name is enough to make your heart pound a million miles a second.
“I can assure you that’s not going to work.”
>Terrified of even looking at him for a second longer, you close your eyes and focus all of your body strength into your hind legs.
>You gotta do this.
>You gotta break this door down.
>You gotta get out of here.
>You can do this.
>You’re strong.
>You’re a pony.
>You’re Radiance.
>Closing everything out of your mind, you can feel an overwhelming sense of strength flowing through you.
>Even though you knew you weren’t strong, you did remember from somewhere that when animals or people were in a life-or-death situation, they could become immensely strong for a short period of time if it meant survival.
>Believe in yourself.
>Think of Big Sis.
>She’s right here with you.

>Without warning, you can feel yourself arching forward a little with your butt raising in the air and…
>BANG!
>You heard a loud crack, but you kick again.
>BANG!
>More cracking sounds, yet you could tell from the sounds that the door hadn’t fallen yet.
>C’mmon…just think of Big Sis.
>Think of how much you love her.
>Think of how much she loves you.
>She’s right down the hall in the waiting room.
>Just kick this freaking door down and run to her and you’ll both be out of here in no time.
>BANG!
>You could hear and feel the door starting to crumble.
>That’s it.
>Just one more kick.
>Think of Nullity.
>Think of Big Sis.
>Think of her love.
>Think of the sisterly love you two share.

>>28129937
>You’re both sisters and you both always will be.
>You whisper silently in your mind as if you were speaking to Nullity directly.
“I love you Big Sis. I’m not gonna let anything ever separate us again. I’ll always be by your side. Always.”
>And just as suddenly, with a force of strength you never felt you had, you make one final hard kick right into the crumbling door.
>BANG!
>You can hear it smash and crumble to the ground.
>You turn your head away before opening your eyes so that you wouldn’t see his ominous gaze looking down on you.
>Eyes opening as you turn your whole body around so that you were facing the doorway, you notice…
>Y-You nuh-nuh-n-notice…
>…a…a…w-where’s the hallway?
>Through the doorway, all you see is what appeared to be a white void.
>Nuh-no.
>It can’t be.
>Not again.
>There was no hallway or anything of any kind.
>You didn’t see the floor, the walls, or the ceiling; you saw absolutely nothing beyond the doorway.
>Whu-What the heck is this?

>As much as you desperately wanted to flee, you carefully and gently put your hoof out in front of you.
>You reach for the floor outside the room, and surprisingly, you felt a solid floor.
>You slowly but steadily begin walking outside the room, eyes on your hooves, until you were completely out of the office.
>When you look up, your jaw almost drops.
>There’s…There’s nothing around you.
>No objects of any kind, no furniture, no light fixtures, no sounds, no anything.
>It’s just like when Clockwork took you here in that freaky silhouette form.
>Oh God.
>You wanted to scream and you felt like you were gonna hurl, but you try to stay focused to the best of your ability.
>You call out for your big sister.
“HELLO? NULLITY?!? WHERE ARE YOU? PLEASE HELP ME!”
>Your voice echoes through the void, but no response of any kind is given, with the exception of the voice coming from the office you left.
>From behind you, you hear another loud sigh.

>>28129939
“Tsk, tsk. So I take it you’re not enjoying Dr. Money’s Virtual Dream Machine?”
>You could feel chills coursing through you.
>You turn around and almost want to freak out again.
>The outside walls of the room you were in were white.
>They blended in with the white void around you.
>The only thing visible was the doorway and the contents of the office inside, with the pony who may be responsible for all of this staring straight at you.
>He was frowning.
“This is most unfortunate, but given your personal history and your psychological state, I had a feeling this was bound to happen.”
>You make no movements, nor do you say anything.
>You simply stare and listen to him.
“Would you be so kind as to come back inside Anon? It would be easier to talk to you in here instead of you being all the way over there.”
>A-Anon…that…what?
>Y-Y-You’re not A…A…Anon, right?
>T-That’s not your name, right?
>Y-You’re Radiance, right?
>You felt like you were on the verge of completely losing it.
>You can feel your voice shaking.
“My…My name is RADIANCE!”
>He simply shakes his head and sighs yet again.
“My sincerest apologies ‘Radiance.’ Please, do not be afraid. I have no intention to harm you. I simply want to have a talk with you.”
>He motions with a hoof for you to come back in, and his frown turns into a soft
>What should you do?
>You could run away from him forever, but you would be trapped in this endless void.
>Regardless of whether or not you’re seeing things, if you wanted to see Nullity again and get out of here, the only real option would be to go back inside.
>You try to reassure yourself however you can that you’re going to be alright, but deep down, you were terrified.
>And yet, you had no other option.
>Slowly but surely, you walk back into the room.
>You were noticeably shaking, fearful of what was going to happen to you.
>Apparently, he could sense your fear and tried to calm you.

>>28129948
“There, there. It really is going to be alright Radiance.”
>He was speaking with a tone of calming reassurance.
>Even though you had no idea why all of this was happening and despite the fact that things were unfolding the way they were, his tone had somehow, in a weird, messed up way, helped to lower your anxiety just a little.
>As you re-enter the room, your eyes dart around you.
>It was at least a little comforting to be in a room and see actual objects again.
>Though as you approach where you were sitting previously, your head turns back to the doorway.
>It was still a white void.
>Why though?
“Yes, yes. Please have a seat Radiance.”
>He makes a motion for you to sit, and you reluctantly proceed to do so.
>Using the magic from his horn, he pulls a chair from the corner of the room and proceeds to situate himself on it.
>He uses his magic once more to pick up the pen and the clipboard he was writing on previously.
>You were breathing heavily, curious, though mostly afraid, of what he was going to do.
“So Radiance, where would you like to start?”
>You’re at a loss of words.
>You have no idea what to say.
“W-What the heck is going on?”
“Well, you came in this morning for an early appointment. Initially, I was scheduled to meet with you towards the end of the week, with Nurse Reinhold making daily checkups with you to see how you’ve been recovering. However, considering what your sister has told my assistant and seeing as how you have been out of it for a while, I felt it was urgent to see you right away.”
“What-What did she say?”
>You see him using the magic from his horn to flip through several pages on his clipboard as he tries to come up with a response.
>He stops when he finds exactly what it is he was looking for.
>He scans it for a moment and then looks at you objectively, regurgitating what was written on paper.

>>28129950
“According to what Nurse Reinhold has relayed to me from Nullity’s observations, you appear to be experiencing amnesia, be it from forgetting places to forgetting names and faces. Not only that, but you also seem to be having hallucinations of some sort.”
>You turn your gaze from him and look at the open doorway, noticing that white void was still there.
“Uh…uh…am…am I hallucinating right now?”
“Hm?”
>He looks at you inquisitively, and notices you looking back and forth between him and the doorway.
“Oh! No, you are not. I can see the white void outside of this room too.”
>You try to stammer for a response, but words fail you.
>How is it that he can see it too?
>He didn’t launch a spell or anything to teleport you into this void-like world like Clockwork did, but the simple fact that he openly acknowledges the presence of the white void must surely mean you’re not hallucinating, right?
>At least, assuming this whole conversation with him isn’t a hallucination in and of itself.
“I…I don’t understand. How do you see it? How can I be hallucinating if you see it too? Did you teleport us or something?”
>He looks up in a thoughtful gaze for a moment before responding.
“No, I did not. Actually, to be blunt, that is all of your doing.”
>WHAT?!?
“I…I…but…but…I’m not even a unicorn. I can’t do magic! I don’t even know how to do magic!”
“Very true. You are right in the sense that you didn’t use some form of spell for that to happen, but your mind, whether you realize it or not, is responsible for that occurring.”
“My mind? HOW?!?”
“Well, quite simply, your mind is your gateway for interpreting what it is you sense with your senses. I know that might sound strange, but trust me when I say that everything is based purely on your perception of it.”
“My perception? What do you mean by that?”

>>28129959
“Well, what you perceive occurring can be very different with how I perceive things as they happen. For example, let’s say I believe magic exists and you do not. Now suppose we’re both sitting in front of a live stage performance watching the events transpire. You become lost in what you’re seeing because it is so utterly fascinating to you, yet I pull out a crossword puzzle and work on it to pass the time because I find the show to be rather dull. Let’s say the show lasts for three hours. To you, it may seem that only a half an hour has transpired because you were completely engrossed with whatever happened on stage. To me, it seems like the entire day has passed and was wasted doing something I did not want to do. For both of us, we know that the show only lasted three hours, yet our perception of…”
>He pauses and smiles at you a little before continuing.
“…time, was vastly different. Now, I could argue that I used a type of time spell to create some form of time dilation between us, yet you might say that to be complete hogwash. You might try to retort with some kind of scientific theory or evidence to disprove my argument that magic is real. You might say that according to a certain scientific principle, there was no time dilation resulting from magic, and that it was simply the result of that scientific principle. We can both keep arguing back and forth to try and prove whether or not magic or science is real, but regardless, we both know that the show only lasted for three hours. Yet, we both somehow experienced an effect where time moved a lot faster for you, and a lot slower for me. Regardless of how exactly that may be, either through magic or through science, one thing is certain: it is our perception of time that altered what we experienced. We both know that three hours went by, and we were right next to one another when the events transpired, so we both witnessed the same thing.

>>28129963
Yet it is our perception of those events, of that reality, that caused us to experience two entirely separate things. Do you understand what I am trying to get across?”
>You think for a moment before responding to him.
>Or rather, you tried to, but what he was saying still didn’t completely make sense.
>Sure, two people…err ponies can interpret things differently, but even then, he’s openly acknowledged that he too can see the same white void you’re seeing right outside the doorway.
>Personal interpretation or no, that should be proof enough that the white void is not a hallucination, and that it is being caused by something.
>But how can you, or rather, your mind be what’s causing that white void to exist?
>That doesn’t make any sense.

>But before you say anything, he begins speaking again.
“So, as I can probably guess, you must be wondering how it is that I can see the white void you’re seeing too.”
>Wait a minute.
>How did he know what you were thinking?
>You begin looking at him suspiciously.
“Because, according to the example I just described, we would normally both be in my office inside an underground hospital, with both Nurse Reinhold and Nullity waiting outside for our meeting to be over. I might perceive it as that way, yet you perceive that we’re really in that white void that Clockwork once brought you to.”
>WHAT?!?!
>How the literal fudge does he know about your experience in the white void with Clockwork?
>You didn’t even talk about that to anyone…not even to Nullity.
>All she knew is that you had no memory of what happened between visiting Clockwork and being back at home with her, Beezle, and Blueberry.
“Yet we can both readily agree and acknowledge that we’re in that white void right now, right?”
>He chuckles.
>His chuckling actually starts to induce a small bit of anger in you.

>>28129965
“This…This isn’t funny. How did you know what I was thinking? Why on freakin’ Earth is there nothing outside this room besides that white void? I came in here from outside, through the reception, and down a hallway into this room. And now, all of that stuff no longer exists and you’re openly acknowledging that we’re currently in that white void together. Not only that, but how the heck did you know what happened to me because of Clockwork? I told that to no one.”
>You could feel the anger in your voice rising.
“And you’re saying that my mind alone is what transported us into this white void? How? HOW THE HECK CAN MY SO-CALLED MENTAL ‘PERCEPTIONS’ TELEPORT US TO THIS PLACE AND CAUSE YOU TO SEE THE SAME THING I’M SEEING? HOW CAN YOU SEE AND ACKNOWLEDGE THIS WHITE VOID WHEN NO ONE ELSE CAN BUT ME?!?!”
>You felt your voice becoming a little hoarse from yelling, but you were angry, confused, and most of all, scared.
>You just wanted all of this to stop.
>You wanted to live a normal life with your sister and just be happy and enjoy peace without all of this crazy stuff happening.
>And you wanted to make this doctor you were talking to, whoever he was, be it Dr. Wilhelm or Dr. Money, to make it all stop.
>But instead of finding a solution to your problems, you notice his smile beginning to brighten a little.
“You know, a part of me was actually hoping you wouldn’t break down that door seeing as how you wouldn’t have to see that…emptiness. It might have been easier explaining things to you, but truthfully, I’m starting to doubt it.”
>What does he mean by that?
“Be honest with me ‘Radiance.’ Do you want me to explain how your ‘accident’ and ‘amnesia’ is causing you to see things? Or, would you rather me not sugar-coat everything and just tell you what’s really going on?”
>His tone was rapidly changing from one that was caring into one that almost felt predatory.

>>28129973
>Your anxiety was starting to rise again, but before you say anything, he speaks up again.
“I mean, I could invent a whole host of lies to make you feel better and to make the world you’re living in seem more real, but truthfully, I don’t think that’s going to work anymore. It would be better to come forward and reveal everything to you.”
>Making the world seem more real…what?
“Seem more real…what the heck are you talking about?”
“Well, as I asked previously, I take it you’re not enjoying my Virtual Dream Machine?”
>You freeze; every hair on your body was standing up.
>His Virtual Dream Machine…
>Whatever the heck that was, he did say it was Dr. Money’s.
>So if he is for sure saying it’s his, then that means he’s for sure gotta be Dr. Money!
>That realization alone is enough to almost make you want to freak out once more.
>But what’s a Virtual Dream Machine?
“I duh-don’t understand. Whu-What do you muh-mean by that?”
“What I mean is, you’re not enjoying being in the virtual world of your creation?”
>Whu…Whu…What?
>A…A v-virtual world?
>And just like that, it felt like your whole life shattered right before you.
“Nuh…nuh…no. T-That can’t be ruh-real. T-That’s impossible.”
“I agree. None of this is real. It’s all just a figment of your imagination, your desires, and what you believe in.”
>You can feel panic setting into you as you try to deny the reality of what he’s just said.
“Y-You’re not real. This…This isn’t happening.”
“I, too, agree with you. ‘I’ as in Dr. Wilhelm, am not real. Or maybe I am. Truthfully, I’m only real in the context that you perceive me to exist.”
>He’s sitting there smiling while talking to you, while you simply start to shake and look at him in a zombified trance.

>>28129979
“Nuh-Nuh-No. I…I must be seeing things again. T-This’ll all disappear in a moment and everything I’m seeing and hearing will stop. I’m just hallucinating. Y-Yeah, that’s right.”
>He just continues to grin at your response.
“Well technically, you are seeing things. I mean, if you haven’t figured it out already, it must be pretty obvious to you by now who I really am, huh? Why bother continuing to play the role of a unicorn pony trying to act as your primary care physician after everything you’ve seen? Why not go ahead and change things up a bit so that everything makes a little more sense?”
>The moment he finishes that sentence, you notice him leaning forward, with the clipboard he was holding with his magic falling to the ground.
>His magical plasma was starting to radiate intensely around his horn.
>You were still in a shattered state trying to deny what he was saying, but before you have time to react, the magical plasma around his horn rapidly grows to the size of a soccer ball.
>Then, in a split fraction of a second…
>BOOM!
>…you’re immediately blinded by the bright array of energy resulting from the explosion.
>You just as quickly cover your face with your hooves and close your eyes to shield yourself, but regardless, the resulting force from the explosion of energy throws you back against the wall.
>BANG!
>The collision with the wall knocks the air out of you as you fall to the ground.
>You’re coughing trying to catch your breath, with one arm covering your muzzle and the other with your eyes.
>Your vision is a little hazy, but as you slowly o-open…t-t-them…
>…you…
>…yuh-y-you…
>No.
>Nonononononononononononono!
>Panic setting through you once more, you completely open your eyes to see that the office and everything in it was gone.
>Whu-Where’d it go?
>You turn your head to the right and to the left and up and down and see that you are, in fact, completely alone in the white void.

>>28129988
>You didn’t see the entrance to the office anywhere in the void.
>There was literally nothing here, except you.
>You want to scream and you just want to completely lose it, when suddenly, you hear his voice.
“So I have a question to ask you.”
>You turn around to the sound of his voice, only to jump back as far as you possibly could.
>A human male looked back at you while dressed in a black business suit, with a prominent red tie and a white dress shirt tucked underneath, complemented with brown dress shoes at his feet.
>You also noticed him sporting a shiny, silver watch of some kind that was secured tightly on his left wrist.
>His black hair was combed back like before, with his beady brown eyes looking straight into you through his square-like glasses.
>He wasn’t wearing any doctor’s regalia; as a matter of fact, he looked to be more like a businessman.
>Yet you knew it was him.
>He was giving a small smile to you, but it almost looked as though he was still grinning.
>He simply stood there with his arms folded, watching you…studying you…curious to see what you might do next.

>Everything in your mind and body was screaming at you to run away from him, but you felt completely paralyzed by everything that was happening.
>All you could do was stare at him in terror and silently pray that he does nothing to you.
“If you feel you’re all alone in this void, then what do you think about me?”
“Whu-What?”
>Though on edge, his question did catch you off guard.
“Well, in your opinion, am I a hallucination, or am I real?”
>The heck kind of question is that?
>You don’t know how he’s here and how he, as a human and you, as a pony are both in this empty void talking to one another.
>But he is standing right in front of you.
>So that means he has to be real, right?
“Hrm…judging by what you’re thinking, I’d have to say you think I’m real. Am I correct?”
“How…?”

>>28129999
“Were you going to ask me how it is that I can read your thoughts?”
>You’re baffled.
>Somehow, he knows what you’re thinking and can easily read your thoughts.
>That makes no sense.
>Mind-reading might be something that exists in Equestria with a spell, but a human being able to read a pony’s thoughts?
>That’s impossible.
>Humans can’t do magic.
“Or am I incorrect? I mean, as you’ve surely just wondered, it should be impossible for me to know what you’re thinking. No individual can do that, unless you believe they can.”
>He chuckles once more.
“So tell me verbally, do you think I’m real or do you think I’m not?”
“I DON’T KNOW!”
>You shake your head back and forth closing your eyes.
>You were confused.
>Almost nothing was making sense.
>He said you were in something called a Virtual Dream Machine, right?
>What exactly does that entail?
>That nothing’s real and it’s all just one big lie?
>You stop shaking your head and look back at him.
>Dr. Money was looking at you now with a bit of seriousness and with no hint of a smile.
>You actually couldn’t tell if he was serious based on his…uh…neutral-looking expression.
>Regardless though, he said that your whole life in Equestria wasn’t real.
>But even then, that claim simply can’t be true.
>Although you would experience certain moments of seeing things and questioning things, everything felt very real.
>You could see, touch, taste, feel, and smell everything in your pony body.
>You’ve been with Nullity, Nurse Reinhold, Beezle, Blueberry, Brielle, Epaulet, and Clockwork.
>All of them seemed like real ponies with their own minds.
>How could all of them be fake?
>How can another pony, or rather, an individual not be real if you’re right by them side-by-side and you’re engaging in conversation with them?
>In addition to all of this, if none of your previous experiences as Radiance were real, how are you still her as a pony?

>>28130003
>Because, if none of this was real, you wouldn’t be a pony.
>Yet you are right now.
>And somehow, Dr. Money was right here with you as a human.
>So does that mean he’s real as well?
>You do remember him before you woke up as Radiance, but you haven’t seen him at all up until now.
>But how can he even exist as a human?
>You never came across a human in any of your hallucinations here, aside from that one silhouette in your bathroom, but even then, that thing didn’t exactly seem human.
>And you were also pretty sure humans didn’t exist in Equestria.
>Yet he was somehow here.
>Is he real, or is he not?
>You just couldn’t tell.

“You know, I realize a lot of this must be confusing to you. With everything you’ve been pondering and experiencing, I can only sympathize with you on what must be running through your head. If it brings you any solace, even I am unsure if I’m real.”
>Wait.
>What?
“Huh? H-How can you even doubt your own existence? Aren’t you real if you know you exist? How can you not be real while being able to simultaneously think for yourself and have a chat with someone? Isn’t that a contradiction to that whole ‘I think, therefore I am’ thing?”
“Yes and no.”
>A small smile starts forming across his face again.
“If I am able to hold independent thought for myself without any form of influence, then yes, I would agree with you. I would think I’d be real too. And yet, I have the uncanny ability to read your thoughts without you being able to understand how it is that I am able to do so. I think we’d both agree that can’t be possible, right? So by doing the impossible, does that mean I am not real?”
“Uh…”
>You rub a hoof back and forth against your head as if you were scratching it as you tried to make sense of whatever it is he was saying.
“I mean, perhaps what’s giving me the most uncertainty is the guy standing behind you.”
>He points behind you, and you quickly turn around to see…

>>28130013
“OH MY GOD NO!”
>It felt like your pupils were shrinking into tiny dots when you saw Dr. Money again from behind you.
“Does his presence mean that I am fake?”
>This figure that looked like Dr. Money did not speak as that previous form of dialogue was being spoken.
>And yet he wore the same exact outfit as the original Dr. Money and stood there with his arms crossed, giving the exact same smile as the other Dr. Money.
>But just as suddenly, this Dr. Money speaks up.
“Actually, I’m the real Dr. Money. I don’t know who he is, but what about that other guy next to you who also looks like me?”
>He sticks his left arm up and uses his thumb to point to his left, and you turn your head, only to see…
>…
>…a…a-nuh-another Dr. Money clone.
“Well, I’m Dr. Money too. Actually, so is that guy over there.”
>He too points across to your right, and you see a fourth clone.
“Don’t believe any of them. I’m the only real Dr. Money.”
>All four encircled you, standing there with the same voices and the same attires, all smiling at you.
“No! No! No! No! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DON’T HURT ME! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!”
>You curl up into a fetal position and bury your head into your hooves, whimpering as you did so.
>None of this makes sense.
>All of this…all of this was just too much.
>Without a moment’s notice, however, you heard fingers snapping.
>You jerk your head up in an involuntarily reaction to simply witness Dr. Money observing you.
>You turn your head to look around you, only to see that the other clones were gone.
>He was the only Dr. Money standing there now, and was officially the only one besides you who was here.
“Isn’t it strange how our perceptions can distort reality? The fact that our perceptions can make us believe in something that does not actually exist, while also fooling us into thinking that something else which is real to not be real, fascinates me to no end.

>>28130022
As a matter of fact, there’s one quote I’ve adopted into my life over the years and I feel it is appropriate to share with you. ‘Your beliefs determine your reality.’ After everything that you have experienced, wouldn’t you agree with that assertion?”
“Muh…Muh…My beliefs determine what’s real and not real?”
“Exactly.”
>His features brighten as his smile goes from small to full-on grinning.
“Take me, for example. When you look at me, what do you see?”
“Uh…”
“Do you see a doctor? After all, you do know me by the name of Dr. Money. Does having the label “Doctor” in front of my name translate to me being an actual doctor? You did see me dressed up as a doctor when we first met, but now you clearly see me dressed in business professional attire. Do you therefore see me as a wealthy entrepreneur more than as an actual doctor? Does also having ‘Money’ in my name equate to me being a calm and calculated investor? Do you think all I care about is money?”
“Whu…I…I duh-don’t understand.”
“Look at me closely. Do you ever think I could be a family man? What about a close friend? Do you think I seek to help and save others with what I have been working towards? What if I was actually Machiavellian in nature? What if I was only seeking to become rich at the expense of others? What if I simply used others like pawns and ruined their lives to benefit others, as well as myself? Do you think I have it in me to be a pure sadist? Would you consider me to be a true-born psychopath? What do you think?”
>Though ever-so slightly, you could tell from the tone of his voice that whatever he’s going to do to you, it was gonna be anything but good.
>The thought alone begins to make you shake just a little.

>>28130029
“I mean, I could be any one of those things. I could be all of them. I could likewise be none of them. Maybe I’m only one of them. Or maybe, I simply don’t exist and I’m nothing more than a hallucination brought about by your own mind talking to itself. The point is, it doesn’t matter how I describe or view myself. It doesn’t matter what others think of me or believe about me. All that matters is what you see in me, and what you believe I am. Your perception of me is what will be real to you in your reality.”
“Muh-My reality?”
“Of course. Your reality is separate from my reality.”
“Huh-How? A-Aren’t we here together right nuh-now?”
“If that is what you believe to be the case, then yes, we are.”
>Dr. Money actually raises one of his hands in a fist to cover his mouth as he attempts to cough just a little.
>He then rests it back into his folded arms and resumes speaking.
“When one hears the word ‘reality,’ you would normally assume that they’re referencing the physical world in which they reside in, yes?”
>You slowly nod you head.
“But answer me this: is it possible for any one individual to truly know and understand what is actually happening in that physical reality?”
“Uh…Uh…Like…Like what? Seeing and feeling things? Eating and smelling food? Hearing things? Is-Is that what you’re asking me?”
“That is exactly what I’m asking. Is it possible for us to perceive our physical reality with our five senses?”
“Of…Of course! What we taste, feel, see, smell, and hear…that’s all real, right?”
>Dr. Money simply shakes his head.
“If you believe that to all be true, then you are correct. But what if none of that is true? What if your five senses are fooling you into believing and perceiving something that is not real? What if your senses are distorting your perception of reality altogether?”
“W-Wait. Luh-Like thu-these hallucinations I keep h-having?”

>>28130035
“Why of course. Think about it. You just saw three other individuals who very much looked like me. How can that in any way be possible? You physically saw them and heard them speak with my voice, but how do you not know your eyes and ears were playing tricks on you? What if those other versions of myself were nothing more than reflections I made through mirrors and careful lighting to make them seem real? What if those guys were actors I hired just to mess with you? They could have also symbolized various personalities of your psyche, just like all of the other ponies you’ve met as Radiance.”
“Nuh...No. T-That’s not true. Thu-They’re real.”
>He begins grinning once more as you try to again deny what he’s saying.
“Are you absolutely sure?”
>Suddenly, without warning, you feel a sudden burst of rage flow through you.
“SHUT UP! I KNOW THEY ARE! I HAVE A BIG SISTER. SHE’S REAL! I’M A MOMMY! I’M RADIANCE! I HAVE FRIENDS! I HAVE PONIES WHO LOVE ME! I DO! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS REAL!”
>You begin to cough a little from shouting.
>Through your coughing though, you notice that he’s actually chuckling.
“SHUT UP! IT’S TRUE! ALL OF THEM ARE REAL! DO YOU HEAR ME?!? THEY. ARE. ALL. REAL!!!!”
“My, my ‘Radiance.’ You really should calm yourself. You’re acting a bit out of character. Isn’t Radiance supposed to be a pony who loves everyone and everything? I must say, you’re acting an awful lot like Anon.”
>Him mentioning that immediately silences your defensive hostility.
>Buh-But regardless though, you’re…you’re not Anon, right?
>You’re Radiance.
>You were, you are, and you always will be, right?
>You don’t wanna be mean.
>You just wanna love.
>You look down towards the invisible ground and indirectly notice a tear trickling down your muzzle.
“Plu-Please…stop. I need them to all be real. Please.”
“Then, if that is what you believe, they are real.”
“Hu-Huh?”

>>28130041
>You look up at him and wipe your eyes with your arm before you start pouring buckets.
“What I am merely trying to point out is, how does an individual’s brain determine what is real and what is not real? After all, the brain can’t physically sense the physical world as an independent organ. Sure, it has a body attached to it, it has eyes attached to it, and it has a whole host of organs attached to it to help keep it alive. But the brain relies on the body and everything in it to understand and make sense of its environment. Whatever the body senses from its surroundings is relayed back to the brain in the form of what I call neuronal signals. The brain processes these signals and then sends more signals back to the body in order to make decisions and interact in certain ways based on its judgement over what the body’s five senses have relayed to the brain. In other words, we rely on our senses in order to make sense of the world we live in. And wouldn’t you agree that the experiences our senses pick up from the physical reality ultimately shape how we perceive it and thus shape our own reality based off of how our brains interpret those signals?”
>You simply sniffle in response to him.
“Do you remember when I was talking to you about time?”
>You weakly nod.
“Well, as I’ve just explained, it is our physical senses that experience the environment and relay what they’ve just experienced to the brain for it to process them. Now, wouldn’t you also agree that it takes some unit of time, albeit a split fraction of a second or so, for those neuronal signals to be processed by the brain?”
“I…I guh-guess so.”
“So even if it takes a small measurement of time for the brain to process its environment, we can both readily agree that it is impossible to know what happens in the physical reality as it actually happens, yes? That by the time our mind receives what has just happened, it has already happened, correct?

>>28130045
That, in effect, there is no way to truly understand what is real and what is not real aside from what our brain believes and perceives to be true or false from those neuronal signals, right?”
“Pluh-Please. Juh-Just s-stop. I just wanna go home.”
>You give him a pleading look, tears welling in your eyes.
“And yet, those signals our brain processes may not always be correct. Just like how other parts of the body can get ill and malfunction, so can our senses. When an event happens, sometimes we might mistake it for something else. Sometimes we may perceive an action and react differently than how others react and perceive it. Sometimes, our senses can give us misleading information to fool our brains into believing in something that most would say just isn’t real, such as having a tail, believing we’re the opposite gender, thinking we’re a pony, believing in magic, thinking we live in a world of dreams or in a world of nightmares, and so on and so forth. It is truly amazing how our brain can process our senses in so many different ways and perceive its environment, as well as perceiving its body, as being something entirely different than what it actually is.”
“Stu-Stop…”
“Ultimately though, as I’m sure you would readily agree, our perceptions and beliefs arising from whatever our senses relay to the brain are also greatly influenced by the brain’s environment, whether it imagines that environment to be real or fake. Place someone in an abusive environment, and they’re more likely to be mean and abusive to others, possibly even to themselves. They may hate everyone, including the whole world. Place them in a loving environment, however, and they’re more than likely going to develop positive traits and characteristics through self-love. Take two people who are nearly identical to one another and place each one in the opposite environments.

>>28130048
Through hatred or through love, they will develop differently and come to their own sets of beliefs and perceptions of the world, because the environments they are living in fuel the beliefs they develop. Strange, isn’t it? That our environments can manipulate our perceptions. Speaking of which…”
>He grabs the glasses from his face and uses his dress shirt to rub them.
>He then places them back on his face and folds his arms once more.
“Wouldn’t you likewise agree that by being in the void we’re in right now, it’s distorting your perception of reality? Don’t you think that it’s making it harder and harder for you to determine what’s real and what’s not real? Let’s be honest here. Most people would generally perceive a void as empty blackness, yet here you perceive it as white. What’s interesting to me is that in the realm of science, whiteness represents all colors of the visible spectrum and everything else, while blackness is nothingness and the absence of color and light. White light comprises the entire spectrum of visible colors, but without it, there is no light and hence, only blackness remains. Yet, in the realm of art, whiteness is considered to be the absence of color, but if you were to mix all of the colors on a work of art, you would get black. In this case, blackness would be everything and whiteness nothing. Isn’t that crazy? Whiteness and blackness can mean the exact opposites of one another depending on how you view them, just like this void. You’re either in a world of nothingness or in a world of everything depending on how you perceive the reality you’re in right now. Both perceptions are entirely valid and are very much real, even if they’re contradictory to one another. They can both describe this void-like world perfectly, but can lead into entirely different realities. This is because our brains ascribe different meanings to this world in order to determine what reality is and is not.

>>28130052
After all, your perception of things is, in effect, what makes up the world you live in, right? I mean, the only thing that truly matters is what you believe in and how you perceive things, because that is what will ultimately be real to you. So, based on all of this, what do you think this white void is? A world of nothingness or a world of everything?”
“STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!!!”
>You’re screaming at the top of your lungs, desperate for this insanity to stop.
“I DON’T CARE! I JUST WANNA GO HOME! I JUST WANT MY BIG SISTER! I JUST WANT SNUGGLES! I JUST WANT LOVE AND AFFECTION! THAT’S ALL I’VE EVER WANTED! I DON’T WANT ANY OF THIS! STOP TRYING TO MESS WITH ME! LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST STOP IT!!!”
>You’re crying your eyes out now.
>Snot was quickly welling up in your nostrils as you began shaking violently.
>You needed to be hugged badly.
>You needed snuggles and warmth and love.
>You needed to get away from this loony nut job.
>Through your crying, however, you indirectly notice Dr. Money closing his eyes and shaking his head.
“Always wanting love and affection? I’m afraid that’s not entirely true.”
>He opens his eyes and looks down at his waist as he unbuttons the coat to his suit.
>You notice that he wasn’t bearing a smile anymore.
>Instead, he moves his right arm to grab something from a pocket located somewhere inside the left side of his coat.
>He pulls it out and…you freeze.
>Oh no.
>Is that…?
“Surely you remember this thing, don’t you?”
>In his hand, he clutched a gun.
>Your gun.
>Your Ruger GP100 six-shot revolver with a blue finish and its long, mean-looking six-inch barrel.
>Dr. Money was holding it by the grip, waving it casually in the air back and forth.
“You were going to use this thing to commit suicide, right?”
“I…I…”
>Words fail you.
>Its appearance made your skin want to crawl.
>It was a symbol from your old life, an object from that horrible nightmare.
>How does he have it?

>>28130058
>Dr. Money stops waving it in the air and holds it in front of him, with the barrel facing down.
>He fumbles with it a little and swings out the cylinder.
>Carefully, he pulls out a bullet with his left hand while using his right hand to keep a steady grip on the gun.
>He holds it up right in front of both of you.
>The shiny casing of the bullet and its tan tip immediately captures your gaze.
“Didn’t you once say that one bullet would end it all? One bullet through your brain and all of your problems would have been over. You would have no more fears, no more worries, no more cares, no more pain, no more senses…you’d have absolutely nothing. Forever lost in, well, who knows what? The only thing you would accomplish would have been your own death.”
>You can feel your own heart beating as your mind reflects back to that old nightmare, back to that night you were going to do it before he kidnapped you.
>You were a completely different person at the time.
>You used to say a lot of mean things, you joked and messed with others, you experienced bullying and harassment on a daily basis, you had almost no family, you were stacked with crippling debt, you were doing a job you hated, and most of all, you held so much hatred within yourself.
>You hated that life and you hated yourself.
>And yet, those feelings have never felt more foreign to you than ever before.
>Although a pony, you were finally a girl.
>You lived in a beautiful house with the most affectionate sister you could ever hope to ask for.
>You were a mommy to one of the sweetest foals you’ve ever met.
>You had a bunch of friends and support and all the love you could have ever dreamed of.
>What more could you have asked for?
>Except…to not have all of those bad memories.
>To not have that one lake dream.
>To not have amnesia and hallucinate at random.
>To not be stuck here talking to this psychopath.
>But even with these few downsides, you were happy for the most part, right?

>>28130059
>No way would you even think twice about ending it now.
>You were in a much better, and far different, state of mind now than you were then.
>Ignoring the fact that Dr. Money and all of this madness is still scaring the living daylights out of you, you had no desire to kill yourself now.
“Even though this was something you ultimately did not want, it was something you did want, albeit for a brief moment in time. The environment you came from and the people you’ve had to interact with changed how you saw the world. You used to think the world you lived in held no purpose or meaning. Through your experiences, you perceived it as being a true nightmare. You viewed others as nasty and cruel. You even came so far as to hating yourself to the point of attempting suicide. But being put in a different body in a different life in a different world filled with love and support has significantly altered how you perceive things and undoubtedly, you view the world in a different, more positive light as a result, correct?”
>You slowly nod your head with your eyes still fixated on the bullet in his hand.
“But even getting an opportunity to live in the world of your dreams still hasn’t proven to be entirely successful.”
>Dr. Money gently places the bullet back into the cylinder and locks it into place with the frame of the gun.
>You hear that all-too-familiar click as he does so.
>What’s he doing?
>What’s he gonna do?
>What’s he gonna do next?
>He then moves the gun upwards and…
>You squeak in terror as he aims it right at you.
“Somewhere deep inside of you, that negativity from your past experiences still continues to persist. That darkness. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Buh-But, I…I…”
>He cocks the hammer back and places his index finger on the trigger.
“NO! NO PLEASE DON’T! PLEASE!”
>You curl up into a ball and duck your head into your hooves, praying that he doesn’t…
*CLICK*
“HUH?!?”

>>28130066
>You carefully lift your head back up to see…
“OH MY GOD!”
“Does this look familiar to you?”
>You jerk back a few inches with your mouth agape, petrified of saying or doing anything.
>In front of you stood the silhouette of who you presumed was Dr. Money.
>The entire outline of him was black, save for his white dress shirt tucked underneath his suit.
>His face was obscured in darkness with the exception of his square-like glasses.
>His glasses looked down upon you with that same old ominous, glowing whiteness.
>He was still aiming the gun at you, but the weapon itself hadn’t been engulfed in the blackness.
>It still retained its same color and appearance.
“You’ve seen something similar to this before, haven’t you?”
>As he talked, glowing whiteness appeared right where his mouth should have been.
>That whiteness moved as he spoke, but as soon as he finished speaking, it disappeared right off of his face.
>His whole appearance as a silhouette, as well as the fact that he was still pointing that gun at you, made you feel like you were going to pass out.
>But instead, your mind races back to the times when you saw a human silhouette hanging in the bathroom and when you were with Clockwork in his silhouette form.
>What the heck was the significance of those things and why did they exist?
“Whu-Why…” is the only response you can muster.
>He simply stares at you silently and says nothing.
>Instead, he kneels down, places the gun on the invisible floor, and slides it over to you.
>The gun spins across and as soon as it bounces against your hooves, it stops.
>It was pointing straight back at him.
>What is this?

>Dr. Money stands back up and once again resumes speaking.

>>28130070
“The reason why that gun did not go off and kill you was due to the fact that I carefully placed the cylinder back into the frame of the gun. That bullet I pulled out was the only bullet in it, and it turns out that when I shot at you, the hammer struck an empty chamber. However, I can assure you that when the trigger is pulled again, the bullet will shoot out and hit its intended target. So here’s a little test I’d like to perform with you.”
>What?
>No.
>Is he…?
“I would like you to focus on all of your hatred and negativity, including any and all ill feelings you may feel towards me. I want that hatred to fully overcome you when you make this decision. Think of everything wrong I have done to you, especially with the fact that I just tried to shoot you here. Once you have done so, you will have the option to kill me. If you would like to end my life right here, right now, you may do so. This is a decision that is entirely up to you to decide upon.”
>Kill him?
>Kill Dr. Money?
>You’re still trying to process in your head what he just said.
>You could get rid of this horrible monster for good.
>You could go back to your life with Nullity.
>You could prevent him from ever harming anyone else ever again.
>…
>No, you can’t do this.
>As much as you may not like him and as terrified as you are of him, there’s no way you could ever bring yourself to do such a horrible thing.
>You’re not a killer.
>You could never go to that low of a point and kill another living thing, especially a human being.
>…
>But he’s a psychopathic monster capable of hurting others.
>And considering what he’s done to you, who knows what else he might do to others.
>…
>No.
>You may not like him.
>Heck, you may even despise him, but you’re no killer.
>That’s not who you are.
“No.”
“Hm?”
“I SAID NO! I’M NOT GONNA DO THIS! I’m not someone who could ever do something like that. I don’t wanna kill. I don’t wanna hurt.

>>28130081
I just want to be with my family and love everything. I don’t wanna do this.”
“Hrm…”
>You notice him shifting his pose a little bit.
>Considering that most of him was a dark silhouette, it was hard to make out his arms, but it sorta seemed like he was trying to think about something.
“Being Radiance really has affected your decision-making and your perception of things, hasn’t it? Viewing yourself as loving and caring and only wanting love, as well as being sensitive to the well-being of others prevents you from becoming engulfed in whatever hatred you used to harbor. The old you wouldn’t have given it a second thought and would have just shot me right on the spot considering everything that I have done to you. Then again, you’re a pony, so you wouldn’t have been able to get a handle on that gun to shoot me even if you wanted to. But regardless, if those thoughts of yours were the best you had in terms of anger and hatred, then maybe we need to try something a little different.”
>Different?
>What?
“What do you mean by that?”
“Wouldn’t you agree that having a loving sister, as well as being around those who legitimately cared about you, influenced your decision-making and your perceptions of others, including the world you lived in? That because of their love and concern over you, you find it more and more difficult to have an overtly negative outlook on the world and instead see the world as perhaps being a better place than what you used to think it was? Do you think…”
>You notice a glowing white smile spreading across his face.
>It’s appearance, like the rest of him, kept you more and more on edge.
“Do you think I could change all of that completely by placing you right back into a hellish environment?”
“Whu-huh?”
>You start to slowly back up away from him.
>The way he said that sentence with that glowing white smile was causing every cell, every fiber in your being to scream at you to run away.

>>28130087
>It’s clear that he’s gonna do something to you.
>If you were ever going to get away from him, now would be the time to do it.
>It’s now or never.
>But where could you even go?
“It’s clear to me this darkness you have been experiencing has prevented you from completely living the life of your dreams and has, in effect, prevented my Virtual Dream Machine from operating as efficiently as it might have been able to. Even with the love and support you have acquired living as Radiance, this darkness prevents you from truly living a life of happiness and bliss. So, I would like to perform one more test to see if it is possible to erase this darkness, this trauma, from your mind so that you can go back to living the life of your dreams.”
“Whu-What tuh-test?”
>You notice Dr. Money moving his right arm forward.
>It seemed as though he was balling his fist, but it was hard to tell from the blackness of his silhouette.
>His smile was still shining brightly, and eerily, as he continued speaking.
“Sometimes, the only way to rid ourselves of our demons is to face them head on. Let’s see if you can confront them and show them the love and support you have gained living as Radiance. Let’s see if you can do all of this on your own and wipe them from your mind. If you ever want to have a shot at true happiness and to truly live the life you’ve always wanted, you must confront your inner demons and move on; otherwise, they will continue to interfere with your life, forever haunting you. So, I ask you, can you show them the same kind of mercy you have shown me?”
>Almost immediately, you heard fingers snapping.
>The moment you heard that, a bright flash erupted from Dr. Money’s fist.
>Like before, you close your eyes and immediately use your arms as a shield for your face.
>But rather than expecting an explosion to knock you over, you never felt anything hit you.
>As a matter of fact, you didn’t even hear an explosion.

>>28130094
>All you heard were fingers snapping and all you saw was a brilliant light engulfing your field of vision.
>But everything’s quiet now.

>Cautiously, you slowly open your eyes.
>You vision was actually a little blurry, but one thing that you did notice were shades of color.
>Things actually appeared to be a little dark; a strong contrast from being in that empty white void.
>But as your line of sight starts to sharpen, you become awe-stricken with what you see before yourself.
>In front of you, you see a glistening sunset across a desert landscape.
>Hues of yellow, red, orange, and maybe even a hint of violet were painted across the evening sky.
>Small hills in the horizon, along with cacti and small, scrawny bushes coated the remainder of the landscape.
>It was all absolutely beautiful.
>It was just like when you used to go outback to stare at the sky.
>Remember when you used to do that whenever you had a bad day?
>…
>Wait a minute.
>…
>You look down and see that you’re sitting in sand-like dirt.
>You can still see your hooves and you can still tell that you’re a female pegasus.
>And yet, looking back up, you swear you’ve seen this kind of landscape before.
>…
>And then it hits you.
>You quickly turn around and see it.
>The backside of the small house you used to live in.
>The shack of a house you hated living in.
>It was so small, so dirty, so bland, so isolated, so…depressing.
>You were facing the back of it and from the looks of things, it still looked like an utter dump in this otherwise scenic landscape.
>It’s appearance was strangely drawing you towards it.
>Slowly but surely, you stand up and cautiously walk up to the backside of the house.
>Once you were just a few feet from it, you noticed the back door was missing.
>There was only an open doorway.
>That’s strange.
>Didn’t there used to be a glass screen door on the outside of it, along with a solid wooden door on the inside?

>>28130104
>Your eyes scan along the frame of the doorway and stranger still, you noticed that there were door hinges along the frame, but no doors.
>Your gaze shifts from the doorway to the contents inside.
>Although a little dark, you…
>…
>You gasp.
>Whu-What happened here?
>You very carefully walk inside this house, only to notice that the entire house looked as though it had been ransacked.
>The whole place was littered with garbage.
>Broken glass, trash, paper, and clothes laid everywhere.
>The sofa you used to have in front of the back door had been knocked back, with the worn-out cushions laying on the ground ripped open.
>You also saw the lamp that stood by it lying on the ground; its lampshade smashed with broken glass around it.
>Even then, you noticed broken glass scattered all around the floor.
>As cautiously as you can, you try to navigate around the glass past the couch to try to get a better view of the rest of the house.
>The rest of it, like this part of the house, was all in ruin.
>If there was any other furniture, it was either destroyed completely, ruined in some manner, or was simply missing.
>Your front door, as well as the door to your bedroom, were missing just like the back door.
>You also noticed graffiti here and there on the walls.
>Some windows were smashed while others remained intact.
>Anything valuable that you might have once had here was long gone.
>Overall though, the entire house was a wreck.
>It looked like it had been ransacked by looters.
>You’re not entirely sure why someone would do something like this since you used to mostly keep to yourself.
>Sure, you knew some of the people from your…old…job…
>…
>Wait a minute?
>Did they come over here and do this?
>You have been gone for so long and even though you had mostly forgotten about them, you do remember that they didn’t like you.
>But it didn’t matter at this point.
>You had moved on from this life.

>>28130110
>Truthfully, even with the few valuable things you had here, none of it really even mattered.
>It was still kinda unnerving to be here, but you really didn’t feel all that attached to this place.
>It felt like this place never even was your home.
>Your home was with your sister.
>Your pony sister who loved you oh so very much and who you loved dearly.
>You both lived in a fairly nice home unlike this one in Vanhoover.
>You both lived on the outskirts of forestry; you two didn’t live anywhere near a desert.
>This place you were at now…there’s no way it could have been real.
>It was something from your nightmare as a human.
>You’re still a pony, you’re still a girl, and you’re still Radiance.
>Yet you could tell from your vision and through the sensations of your hooves as you walked along the ground that you were indeed somehow back here.
>But how?
>Was Dr. Money playing a trick on you or something?

>While in the midst of your thoughts, the sounds of a motor outside immediately catch your attention.
>Its noise startles you.
>As quickly and carefully as you can without stepping on broken glass, you rush back to hiding behind the overturned couch by the back doorway.
>The noise from the motor seemed to be coming from the front side of the house.
>Within the span of a minute or so though, you heard it shutting off.
>You heard doors opening and within a few seconds, you heard them closing.
>You also heard voices being exchanged back and forth.
>You couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but one thing you did realize was that there were several people coming towards the house.
>As they came closer, it became a little easier to make out their words.
>You remain absolutely still as you try to focus in on what they were saying.
“…the hell are we here for?”
“I told you…is gone…we have to…whatever that jackass has lying around.”
“This is a waste of time.”

>>28130115
>Both voices were distinctly male and it sounded as though there were only two of them, until a third voice chimed in.
“But guys, hasn’t he been gone for a long time? No one’s seen him. What makes you think others haven’t come by here to steal some of his crap?”
“I don’t care. I still want to get back at that asshole, even if it’s just to trash his house. Son of a bitch fucking deserves it for everything he’s done.”
“Still would have been more fun going to a bar or something.”
“Shut up Grady. I don’t give a fuck what you think. Either help us or go smoke another cigarette. I don’t fucking care.”
>Wait a minute, Grady?
>That name…it sounded very familiar.
>But before you think further, you can hear their footsteps enter through the front door.
>The footsteps stop as you hear them come into the living room.
“Looks like the place was already trashed. I’m with Grady on this. This is a giant waste of time.”
“Then why the fuck did you tag along Justin?”
“Because I thought we were going somewhere else to hang and not spend the entire evening at this dump.”
“But don’t you hate the stupid fucker for everything he’s done?”
“Of course I hate him Daniel. I’m pretty sure everyone does. But why the hell should I care about him or anything related to him? He just stopped coming to work and no one’s seen or heard from him since, pure and simple. He’s not worth remembering. There’s no point in dwelling on the past. I’ve got better things to do.”
“Whatever. We’re here now and I still want to do something to get back at that fucker.”
>Daniel, Justin, Grady…
>You…You remembered them.
>They were some of your old co-workers you used to really not like.
>Compared to everyone else there, they bothered you the most.
>Before you started getting back at them, they always gave you the hardest time at your job.
>Daniel was their ringleader.

>>28130122
>He was the shortest of the three, but he was always manipulative and seemed to have a grudge with you ever since you met him.
>You never knew what his deal was, but for one reason or another, he always gave you the most trouble, harassing you as much as he could without going overboard to the point where his job would be put in jeopardy.
>When you started getting back at him, you knew he utterly hated it.
>Although you would prank anonymously, you had a feeling that him being here meant that he knew it was you.
>As far as Justin and Grady were concerned though, it seemed as though they just hung around him for…well…you weren’t entirely sure why they did.
>Justin was the classic buff ‘Chad-like’ character you’d see in high school or something.
>Had a good body, worked out a lot, and seemed to be somewhat well-liked around the office.
>And yet, he was the serious silent-type.
>Unless you had some business relating to him, he would mostly just ignore you.
>However, he would sometimes join Daniel in making your life a living hell.
>Either through enjoyment, boredom, or a way to pass the time, it seemed like he just messed with you simply because he could.
>Grady, ironically enough, was the tallest of the three, and was skinny to the bone.
>You remember he had some kind of eating disorder, but he was more of the type who’d join in on the crowd because everyone was doing it.
>You can’t remember if he specifically had anything directly against you, but whenever Daniel and sometimes Justin would do something to you, he would take part in it because they and everyone else in the office would laugh at you if something happened to you.
>Really though, it was Daniel who probably hated you the most and judging by what you could hear from them, it was because of him that they were here.
>And his presence and the recollection of who they are alone already makes you want to leave.

>>28130130
>They weren’t good company and you loathed having to ever be around them.
>Sure, you’re not a human anymore and you’re Radiance, but if they found you, you know they would do something to you just out of spite.
>You had to get out of here.

>Fortunately though, you were hiding from them behind the couch and the back doorway was just right across from you.
>With the couch as your cover, you could just make a quick beeline forward and get the heck out of here without them ever seeing you.
>But as soon as you finish that thought, you could hear their footsteps once more.
>You heard broken glass crunch a few times as they walked about.
>Each crunch made you cringe.
“I’m going to go search through his bedroom and see if there’s anything valuable in there. Justin, you stay here and keep guard. If you see anything, holler.”
“Pretty sure we’ll be the only ones here, but do whatever. Just hurry it up. I’m bored enough as it is.”
>There was a pause, but Daniel spoke up once more.
“Grady, you go back over there and search around. If you find anything, holler.”
>You could hear their footsteps resuming as the three shuffled around the house.
>You were about to make a dash out the back door, until you heard who you assumed were Grady’s footsteps approach to where you were hiding
>Ack!
>You quickly move to the side of the couch away from the back door as he walked to where you were previously.
>He was not more than two or three feet away from you.
>You wouldn’t even dare turn your head to snag a quick glance at him.
>You remain as still and as silent as you possibly can.
>Although you really didn’t like these guys, you weren’t terribly afraid of them.
>They just had a tendency of irking you like no other.
>But years of dealing with their taunting and harassment had taken its toll on you.
>If you wanted to have a scapegoat for all of your problems, you’d love them to be that.
>Yet now, you were a frail pony.

>>28130131
>There’s nothing you could even do to them to defend yourself from them except bite them or maybe buck them in surprise.
>Your best bet on getting out of here though would be to dash through the back door and run.
>But with Grady in the way here, you were trapped.
>You’d just have to wait it out.
>Just whatever you do, don’t…
>…
>Suddenly, you heard what sounded like a flame igniting.
>You begin to panic, thinking he just started a fire, until you smell nicotine.
>Relief courses through you once you realize that he was only lighting a cigarette.
>…
>No…No that’s really not good.
>You try your best to keep yourself from gagging.
>Because you had hooves and not hands, you couldn’t pinch your muzzle to keep the smoke from invading your nostrils.
>Although you never had anything personal against people who smoked, you always hated breathing in any form of smoke, especially cigarette smoke.
>The stuff always smelled toxic and made you dizzy.
>You never understood why people did it, or how one could get addicted to smoking considering how bad it smelled.
>It was just icky stuff you didn’t like to breathe in.
>But within seconds of smelling the nicotine-rich smoke, you struggle in holding your breath.
>Oh God…this is gonna be torture.
>Please go away.
>Please go away.
>Please go away.
“Dang man, that’s one heck of a sunset. Makes ya just wanna stare up at the sky for hours on end.”
>FUDGE!
>Of course he’s just gonna freaking stand there and do nothing.
>Your one way out is blocked by this loon.
>Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuudddddddddddddddddgggggggggggggggeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
>Without notice, however, you accidentally begin to cough from breathing in the yucky smoke.
>Realizing what you just did, you immediately cover your mouth with your hooves.
“Huh?”
>Oh no.
“What was that?”
>You could hear his footsteps nearing ever closer towards you.