Twilight's Transformation

by AngryCartoonGuy

Rating: everyone
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Random, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Pinkie Pie
Length: 1313

What happens when Twilight Sparkle begins transforming into some ungodly monster? Only Celestia can tell.

Twilight Sparkle is no ordinary unicorn. She has recently gained the title of Princess of Friendship and has now earned herself a castle in Ponyville. She even is now an alicorn! Life seems to be going her way.

But since when was her hoof so... big?

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A one-shot comedy that I came up with for no reason. Enjoy!

Published 2014-09-11 02:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-11 02:40:01 UTC

This is the Lonely Chapter

It was an ordinary day in Ponyville. The birds were singing, Fluttershy was singing, Pinkie Pie was signing. Was there anyone who wasn't singing?

Oh, good. The song is over. Anyways...

It was an ordinary day in Ponyville. The birds were (still) singing. The flowers were blooming. The ponies were all smiling. It seemed like a perfect day to them, and so, they were happy.

Meanwhile, at Sugarcube Corner, the number one bakery west of Manehatten, two ponies, one Earth pony and one alicorn, were chatting over some delicious cupcakes. The Earth pony, Applejack, was being her modest self as usual, always intrigued by others' experiences more than her own, and the alicorn, Twilight Sparkle, was recalling her battle with Tirek, a centaur from Tartarus, for the millionth time.

"...and so that's what happened," Twilight finished with euphoria in her voice. "It was a great victory! Wait, haven't I told you this like a million times already?" She seemed to have figured out the Narrator's master plan.

"That's what he wants you to think!"

Twilight began turning her head left and right, making confused noises. Where had this high-pitched voice come from? Oh, she thought to herself, once she noticed the voice's owner. Pinkie Pie. The bubbly pink pony was holding two trays of cupcakes in her mouth. It was strange that she could talk with the tray in there. "What do you mean, Pinkie?" Twilight inquired. She was now confused as ever.

"The Narrator, of course," Pinkie Pie explained. "Who else?" But before Twilight could reply to this question, the pink pony added, "Whatswithyourhoofbytheway?" This came out quickly, leaving Twilight confused. "Oh, sorry. What's with your hoof?"

Twilight chuckled as she set her left hoof on the chestnut table. "It's fine, can't you see? Same as always." She put it back under the table.

"No, silly!" She widened her grin. "Your other hoof! It's really puffy and stuff!" This was typical Pinkie Pie. She always had a "way with words," if you could call it that.

Twilight set her other hoof on the table and gasped. It was swollen. No, that was an understatement. It had become some humongous glob of fur and skin, reaching all the way to her upper foreleg. She felt the strange phenomenon and shuddered. It was very sticky, and she could stick her hoof through the newly-formed blobs without trouble. "What the hay is this?!"

Pinkie shrugged. "I don't know." She gasped as an idea hatched into her mind. "You should see Princess Celestia about this! Maybe it's some sort of alicorn phase!" This was the most intellectual idea Pinkie had had in a while, and Twilight admired this. Although, it didn't help that Pinkie had added, "Silly blob, tricks are for fillies!"

The Narrator laughed at his joke. It was good enough to post on a site like Fimfiction, hopefully. You know, The Narrator is such an awesome guy. He's cooler than Chuck Norris! Like this one time-

"Get back to the story!"

The Narrator jumped as Pinkie Pie appeared out of nowhere. He knew never to fight with a talking pony, so he nodded and went back to his horrible story that would get more thumbs down than that wish fulfillment Twilight clop he had written.

Probably.

Up in the city of Canterlot, on Mt. Peace, a lone alicorn princess waited for her sister to arrive. Celestia, the lone alicorn's name was. Her sister, Luna, was also a princess, and they had been called up by Twilight Sparkle, who had been recently crowned princess herself, to talk over a cup of tea.

Celestia's balcony was the usual hangout for tea, but Twilight had picked a more private room, Celestia's bedroom. No doubt something was up if Twilight had wanted to stay hidden. Thankfully, the walls of the bedroom were soundproof, so it was the perfect location.

The doors finally opened about fifteen minutes later. There was Luna, who was followed by... Oh, no. Oh, no. This looked horrible!

Twilight looked puffy from the neck down. Everywhere, she was covered in a sticky blob that was growing by the minute. She cried in agony, "Help me! What's going on?!"

Celestia had no idea what was going on. In fact, she was pretty sure that Twilight was turning into something straight out of an Anime from the 1980s. However, Celestia had no idea what the 1980s were, either, so she got that idea out of her mind before she could question it. But then, she got an idea. She took a deep breath and sighed. She asked the purple alicorn, "What seems to be the problem, Twilight?"

Twilight's eyes widened. She was furious with this question. She replied in a shout, "Can't you see?! I'm turning into a B-movie monster! Did this happen to you or Luna when you two grew up?!" It seemed that tea time would have to wait.

Luna cleared her throat. She seemed to have the same idea. "Actually, Twilight, it did," she lied. "And we came up with a solution." She winked at Celestia, who figure out what the blue alicorn had meant.

"Ah, yes," Celestia continued for her sister. "The 'Chamber of Change.' We both stayed there until we became less of a blob. It should only last for a few years." She gave a friendly smile, but hidden under was fear.

"YEARS?!" Twilight exclaimed. "I don't have that long! I'm a princess! What about my royal duties?!" She breathed heavily through her nostrils.

"Don't worry, Twilight," Luna replied. "Your sister-in-law, Cadence, has more time on her hooves. We could work something out." She began walking towards the bedroom door. "Now just follow us, and everything will work out in the end."

The Royal Dungeon was not as nice as it sounded. It was horrible, like the Narrator's writing. It was grimy, like the Narrator's writing. It was tasteless, like the- You know what? Just call it the Narrator's Writing. That'll get the point across.

Twilight, however, in her state of mind, was too worried to notice that this wasn't some kind of sanctuary. "So this is the place?" she asked. "Huh. Expected cleaner. Ah, well. Beggars can't be choosers."

"Well, Twilight," Celestia explained, "blissfulness wasn't on our minds when we made these rooms." This was a lie, and both of the head princesses knew it. "Anyways, in here," she added as she opened the first jail cell door. Once Twilight entered the cell, she locked it up and sighed. "Y'know, Twilight, I feel pretty bad for you. Come on, Luna." She pointed to the dungeon exit using her right forehoof. She and her sister left.

Twilight grinned. Now the Ponyvillians wouldn't have to worry. She would be locked up in here, away from all the good ponies of Equestria. She chuckled. It would be okay.

Meanwhile, Celestia and Luna were discussing the situation. But let's not get too deep into their conversation, right? Here's all you need to know:

Celestia frowned. She was a bit worried about Twilight. She asked her sister, "Do you know what's going on with her?"

Luna shook her head. "Nah," she replied, a trolling expression on her furry face. "Ah, well. Wanna get something to eat?"

"Sure!" Celestia agreed with a new smile. "Let's let the Narrator finish up this horrible one-shot." And they went to Donut Joe's.

And so our tale for tonight ends. Unless it's morning or the afternoon when you read this. But anyways, the Narrator looked over his one-shot. It was awesome. But then the ending felt like crap.

So he deleted it.

THE END!

Author's Note

If this isn't self parody, I don't know what is! Tell me what you think. I can't WAIT for the massive hatred that always happens. (because, let's face it, it's gonna happen)