Ozymandias

"Good morning!" The greeting pierced the silence, and I bolted upright out of my not-so-restful sleep.

"Huh wuh- oh, morning." I relied once I saw that it was just Peony walking through the room, her mane already brushed and a chipper smile on her face. I always hated being around morning people; it seemed ungodly for someone to be so damn energetic and ready to tackle the day straight out of bed. I rubbed my eyes with a hoof. And it certainly didn't help that the last few days had been stressful to say the least, what with the being on an alien planet and all. Silently waking myself up, I watched as Peony bustled around the kitchen for a few minutes, all the while humming to herself.

"First day with my new roomy, so excited," Peony said aloud, her overly chipper voice emanating alongside the sounds of her preparing something, "I just wish that I could stay home and make sure you're all settled, but can't make the bossman mad and not show up!" Walking out, Peony held aloft two bowls, one of which she levitated to me.

"Thanks." I halfheartedly said, placing it on my lap. The bowl emanated warmth and the smell of honey. Lifting a spoonful of its contents, I examined it to see if I wanted to try my luck with any Equestrian cuisine this early in the morning. Thankfully, it looked to be oatmeal. Placing the spoon in my mouth, I noticed that Peony was looking at me, "Can ah help you?"

Peony giggled. "No, no. You just look so scared of the spoon. Like you'd never eaten with one before." Easy for you to say, Miss Magicface over there. We continued to eat in silence, I looking around the room, Peony looking at me, her smile not going away. Finishing before her, I took the bowl in my teeth and made my way to the sink. Depositing it, I turned hearing the door open, "I'll be right back, I need to get you a key before I leave." With that, she exited and closed the door.

Sighing, I suddenly felt a very concerning feeling emanate from my nether regions: the expression having to piss like a racehorse was an understatement. Putting the pedal to the metal, I managed to get to the apartments bathroom before I remembered something that I had noticed yesterday, but not put much thought into: these ponies still used chamber pots. GrossgrossgrossbutIhavetoGOGOGO, I thought as I positioned myself above the pot and let the waterworks begin.

Thankfully, I managed to not make a mess, even with the new piping system that I had yet to test out and not wanting to actually make contact with the thing. A wave of relief washed over me, along with the odd and new sensation of actually using my new equipment. Sighing, I finished and washed my hooves in the sink. Catching a look at myself in the mirror, I debated whether to use the hairbrush Peony had left on the counter or if that was too much on the first day of living together. Deciding for the latter, I simply ran a hoof through my mane, taking out a snag or two before returning to the living room. It was actually a miracle that I hadn't had to use the bathroom at all in the two days I had been in Equestria. Thankfully not having any more urgent bodily functions to take care of, I waited in silence for Peony to return, very purposefully not looking at the painting on the wall. Eventually my new roommate returned, a key held in her teeth.

"Ere you go." She said, placing the key on the couch besides me. Rushing to her bedroom, she quickly returned with a saddlebag on her waist, "Sorry to rush out on you! Have a good day!" With that, she ventured back out, closing the door behind her in a glimmer of magic.

"Bye..." I said aloud to no one, knowing that she couldn't have possibly heard me. Looking around the now empty apartment, I pondered what my next move was going to be. I had gotten a roof over my head with almost miraculous luck, but I had the feeling getting a job and possessions was going to be much more challenging. Perhaps it may have signalled that I had already given up all hopes of going back to Earth, but in the moment I rationalized it by not knowing for certain how long I was going to be here, and that I needed to act as normal as possible. Maybe I should try and spy on some people, see how I should be acting here... I ruminated on the idea, knowing it certainly wouldn't have been the oddest thing I had done so far, and most likely wouldn't be the weirdest thing I did while in this world period. Deciding to head out and one look for a job and two learn the local manners, I walked towards the key. Accidentally, I happened to bump my hindquarters on the arm of the couch in a way that the fabric brushed against the outside of my newly acquired pussy.

A wave of ecstasy like I had never quite felt back in my male, human body washed over me, making me shiver in pleasure and every on my body hair stand on end. Seeing spots, I immediately froze in place, my mind going blank. Breathless from the totally unexpected pleasure, I stood still as a statue for a good minute, just letting my body ride the aftershocks of the touch. Did I just cum... from rubbing against a couch? Breathing, panting almost, I looked around the apartment despite knowing full no one was there. I was alone, and I had to discover my new body at some point... Feeling the familiar wash of lust and warmth creep into my chest, I decided to make my way to my new bedroom, a devious grin on my face from the knowledge of what I was about to do. Even the glare coming from the painting did not hinder my increasingly lusty mood.

The room was about a 12 foot square, with a glass ceiling light really being the only decoration other than the couple of boxes left over from the yard sale the day before. A small, bare bed was shoved in one corner, a layer of dust on top of it due to neglect. Taking in the musty smell of the room, I slowly closed the door and locked it behind me just to make sure I had ample time for this. I could feel the heat building up in my nether regions, the complete newness of the situation only making it all the more pleasurable. Making my way across the room, I hopped up on to the bed, rolling on to my back and sitting up, legs spread wide.

The cool air just hammered in the point that I was hot and bothered, the heat coming off my inflamed pussy enough to almost radiate out. I could see from my propped up position that in was swollen something fierce, almost bulging outwards. You are living every teenagers fantasy out right here, I thought to myself, not taking into consideration that while I was about to be the first man to experience the female orgasm first hand, I was doing it with a horses body. The primitive side of my body taking control, I extended a hoof to my nethers, and lightly brushed my swollen clit.

The wave of pure ecstasy that washed over me would have been enough to make some small countries cum. "Huhh-!" I gasped as if electrocuted, my mind again swimming in a sea of lustful pleasure, expelling all sentient thought. The walls of my pussy unconsciously squeezed shut, and I could feel how wet I must have been. Moving my hoof further down, so I just barely grazed the surface, I could feel the moisture positively radiate off my sex. Shuddering at even the lightest touch, I brought my hoof back towards my face. Seeing its edge shine with my own lubricant, my mind gone at this point, I inhaled the scent of my own desire deeply. The musk only further increased my desire, so much so that I could almost feel my excitement leaking out onto the bed. Not caring about how I was going to clean up my mess, I thrust my hoof back down, going at it like a teenager trying to finish before his parents got back from the store any minute.

Lost in my lust, my mind began to wander. An image of my new body, draped over the edge of the bed and being pounded mercilessly by some stallion filled my head, making me clench in pleasure, almost feeling every vigorous thrust of my imaginary partners throbbing cock as it slid in and out of me with ease. My own juices gave his thick cock a glorious sheen, it positively glimmering every time it emerged for a second from my aching nethers, only to be thrust in again with a wave of pure passion accompanying its tremendous girth. I could almost feel it at this point, its flattened head pounding against the entrance to my womb, his balls slapping against my body with a wonderful hearty wet smack at every thrust. I could feel his weight pressing me into the bed, sandwiching myself against his body, the scent of unbridled lust filling my nostrils. Not caring in the moment that I was imagining myself getting fucked by a stallion, I moaned in pleasure. "Faster, faster!" I heard myself say aloud, pleading my imaginary partner to fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me fast. My hips shivering from the stress of being held aloft so long, I let them come down to a rest, the impact giving my hips a vigorous shake and sending my hoof into my opening.

"Ahhh- fuuuuck!" I moaned, the ecstasy of my own touch disconnecting my grip of reality. I lost all sense of what my hoof was doing: I slid it up, down, across, around, every which way, every movement sending a new shock to my system, not caring about the almost embarrassingly feminine moans of passion emanating from me, "oh oh oh." Feeling the damn about to burst, I furiously swirled my own hoof on my pulsing pussy, the hard feel of the hoof increasing the soft tenderness of my pussy. Feeling it approach, I was totally unprepared for the sheer power of the orgasm. "FUCK OH OH OH- AHHHHhhhhh-" My body froze for a split second, before I felt a gush against my hoof and a wave of pleasure wash over again, electrocuting every muscle, standing every hair on end.

For a few minutes I just lay there, gasping for breath, convulsing as several aftershocks rolled through me. Too spent even to move my hoof, I could feel my pulse coming from my pussy, feel my cum roll down my body onto the bed. Eventually, after what felt like hours but was much more likely five minutes, I managed to gather myself enough to push myself over into a laying position, and looked down. A wet spot nearly the size of my new head adorned the mattress where my pussy had been. A sheen of reflected light came off of my crotch, my entire area coated with a nice layer of cum from my clit to my asshole, and even some at the base of my tail.

"Whoo." I sighed, stretching my legs to return some feeling to them. Slowly getting up, my vision clouded for a second from the sudden rush of blood back to my head. Wobbling even on all fours for a second, I shook my head and looked again at my handiwork. Hmm, that's gonna take a bit to get out, I smiled to myself at the sight of my sex stain. I probably should have placed a towel or something underneath me before I began, but my lust addled brain hadn't been so forward thinking. Walking back to the bathroom, the odd sensation of my soaked vagina making me walk a tad funny, I managed to get enough toilet paper to wipe my crotch and base of my tail down enough to where I didn't think anyone could tell what I had been up to, hoping no one would be able to smell my musk when I was out and about. Wetting a washcloth in the kitchen sink, I vigorously rubbed at the stain on the mattress, hoping that since it had worked for me on sheets in the past, it would work this time. Not that I tried to hard, mind you. It was still that dumbass Dumb-bells bed, so I didn't care if the stain set or not.

Hoping that my efforts of cleaning up after myself were adequate, I began to ready myself to leave the apartment and look around town again. Taking the opportunity to borrow one of Peony's saddlebacks, which she thankfully left near the door, I took some of the leftover Bits from the yard sale, locked the door behind me, and began walking out. Since our room was on the first floor, and pretty close to the front door of the apartment complex, I was quickly in the main lobby. Glancing to my side, I saw that a mare was sat behind the main desk, reading what looked to be a newspaper. Can't hurt to ask, I thought to myself as I approached her, hoping to not waste much time finding a bookstore or other place I could get a job to start out with. Looking at the newspaper, I tilted my head a bit to read the main headline: Royal Guard Raid on Baltimare Resistance Base, Killing Three. I do not like the looks of that, I thought, but was not able to think much more of the concerning article as I came up to the counter and the mare lowered her paper.

"What can I do for you?" The mare, looking to be in middle age with a few grey streaks in her otherwise jet black hair, said.

"Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me where I could find a place that was hiring right now? I just moved in yesterday and-"

"So you're that Peony's new roommate she was so excited about a little bit ago," the mare interrupted me, shuffling her paper and offering me a section, "Well, no better place to start than the help wanted section."

"Thanks!" I said, stuffing the section into one of the bags and nodding goodbye to the mare. Continuing on, I exited the apartment complex.

It seemed the weather had had enough perfect spring days over the time I had been in this world, with the sky filled with gray clouds that just promised rain storms. It was still pleasantly warm out, though, and everyone else in the streets seemed to not be prepared for rain. Shrugging it off, I pondered where I could go to read the wanted section in privacy, before noticing that I could see the top of the tree library from where I was standing. Deciding that I could kill two birds with one stone, read the paper and research ways to get home, I headed that way. While I was walking, I noticed that my back legs, specifically my inner thighs, felt much more relaxed, as if I had relieved a great stress from them. Smiling like a naughty school boy, I thought to myself that I would have to do that more often.

When I got to the library, I was once again the only patron, the main entrance empty like it had been. Knowing that I would have to ask where I could find books on the subject I was interested in, I lightly knocked my hoof against the ground, "Hello?"

"One moment please!" A voice shouted from above, followed by a loud crash and the sound of hurrying hoof clops. The same unicorn from the last time soon rushed down the stairs, a pair of reading glasses on her face, and her mane unkempt, "What can I help you with?"

"Um, yes, where could I find something on... interdimensional theory? I know it's an odd request-"

"No, no worries!" The unicorn said quickly, a hoof going to her jaw in thought, "Let me see, the advanced magic area is down the hall, first doorway on the left." Following her pointed hoof, I thanked her and began to make my way over there, but she spoke up again, "If you can't find anything tell me, and I'll see if the Princess can send me anything."

Turning, I raised an eyebrow, "You know the Princess?" Oh great, another fanatic. There'll probably be another shrine in the back room, I just know it.

"Yes! I'm her pupil, actually!" At this she seemed to beam, "But you look new in town, so there would be no reason you would know that, Miss...?"

"Sonnet." I quickly replied, intrigued. Why the hell would a librarian be the apprentice to a near deity to these people? "That actually sounds great, thank you." Again, I made my way to the back room, hearing the librarian walk back up the stairwell.

The room the librarian suggested was even smaller than the last one I had used, this one simply one wall of books and a small step stool in the corner. Scanning the books, I looked and I looked, but couldn't find anything suggesting it was what I was looking for based on its spine. Beginning to draw books at random, I eventually stumbled upon a thin, leather bound book with the faded title Theories, Practices, and Possibilities in the Realm of Travel Between Worlds, by an unknown author. Cracking the small book, barely more than a leaflet, open, I scanned the numerous lists of materials, diagrams, and schematics for possible ways to initiate planar travel. While most of it was inane technical babble about the magic behind it, I keyed in on one paragraph in the very last chapter:

"In practicAl applications, the Materials and knowledge to initiate proper planar travel are too costly to allow for practical travel between the planes, even if one was skilled enough to accomplisH it. Unfortunately, Most scholars agree that the lArge magical discharge that would accompany a successful plaNar shift, of even one object as small as the common pony, Would go to waste as wEll as contaminate sAid object with Residual magic. This contamination would causE Severe problems with The way magic, even the most mUndane, would interaCt with the transported, essentially kicKed out of its Home plane, object. It is for this rEason that i must conclude that the successful planaR shift would be only one way: if an object was shifted in a planE, it would never be able to accomplish the feat again.

I felt my heart sink: if what this author was saying was correct, there was no way for me to get back to Earth. Whatever magic had taken me here, and I could only assume that it was magic from this place, had in the same instant transported me and trapped me here. The good, airy feeling I had had since my stress relieving session early quickly left, replaced by a crushing sadness that came with the realization that my fears had just turned into reality: I was never going home. I was never going to see another human being in my life. I was going to die surrounded by strangers, all of them totally different than anything I had ever encountered. Sighing, I replaced the book onto the shelf and made my way out of the room. As I was making my way out, a voice spoke up from behind me.

"Did you find what you needed?" It sounded like a male voice, almost like a preteen, but I was too dejected to even turn around.

"No, but thanks for the help." With that I exited the library. Appropriately enough, it had started to rain.

* * *

"Huh. Weird." Spike said to himself as he returned upstairs to Twilights room, where she sat surrounded by books, researching for one of the Princesses projects, "That mare just left, Twilight. Said she couldn't find what she was looking for."

"What? She didn't even let me see if-" The unicorn was interrupted by her dragon assistants cheeks bulging out slightly, followed by a loud belch of fire. With practiced skill, Spike caught the letter that had appeared alongside the fire, "Well, maybe we can hold some books for her. What's Celestia say?"

Clearing his throat, Spike read the note aloud, "Twilight, this is a grave matter. Describe this mare, down to the last detail. Leave nothing out." Twilight continued to look at Spike, expecting more. The baby dragon shrugged at her, "That's it."

Twilight scratched her head, and adjusted her reading glasses. "That's not like Princess Celestia. Well, let's see. She was pale brown, with-"

* * *

The heat of the sun radiated off of the Princess, who sat glaring at her desk. This was infuriating! This one was crafty to have gotten so close to finding out the truth so quickly. She had to have her raids pick up the pace; she had grown complacent since her sisters return, and these things were taking advantage of it. A crackle of fire came from Celestias mane, which itself had transformed into a burning inferno to suit her rage. The double doors slammed open behind her, the Captain of the Guard galloping in breathlessly.

"Y-you called your Majesty?" Seeing Celestias rage, Shining Armor stepped back several paces, knowing full well what rage could do to his fair Princess. Gulping in fear, Shining removed his helmet and saluted.

"Put out a warrant of arrest for a mare in Ponyville. You're sister is sending me everything she knows about this mare. I want her brought to me! Double- no, triple the guard in Ponyville, and make sure every one of you knows her face better than your own mothers." Celestia replied, barely restraining herself from shouting. Her eyes stared at the spot where the letter would appear, willing Twilight to write faster.

"And, wh-what will be the charge, your Majesty?" Shining asked, his heart racing at the sound of his monarchs rage.

"Heresy," Celestia said, stressing every syllable, "against the crown."

* * *

Dejected, I walked down the streets of Ponyville, not even paying attention to the rain that was pattering off of my back. Several ponies spoke out and advised me to cover myself up, but I steadfastly ignored them all. The knowledge that I was alone in this world now, for good, was weighing my head down, and countless times ponies had to walk around me to avoid butting into me head on. Eventually, it dawned on me that I had forgotten to actually read the newspaper and see what jobs were available. I suppose that I might as well accept it, I thought to myself, as a drop of rain (or a tear, I wasn't sure which) rolled out my eye. Surveying my immediate surroundings, I stepped into the closest shop, Sugarcube Corner.

The scent of baked confections assaulted me as I opened the door, the scent contrasting oddly with my mood and the gloomy atmosphere outside. Inside, however, the place was abuzz with chatter and laughter. Looking around, a long line of ponies stood in front of a counter, on top of and in several showcases were various confections and candies. The several tables inside the place were all occupied as well, with many of the occupants chatting and eating amongst themselves. Spotting a table with only one pony at it, a yellow pegasus with pink hair, I made my way over.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked, nodding over to the seat opposite the mare. Emitting what sounded like a squeak appropriate for a mouse, she seemed to attempt to form a sentence before giving up on that and nodding her head yes once. Sighing, I shed my bag and placed my now sopping newspaper section on the table. Blowing on the paper, hoping to dry it out faster, I scanned the room lazily. It looked like to a pony everyone else in the room had a smile, especially the pink pony behind the counter, whose laugher I could hear clearly above all the other noise in the place. Sighing, I returned my gaze to my table partner who was looking away from me, her long mane covering much of her face.

"Lovely weather." I stated blandly, watching as even that made the mare jump. Well aren't you a bundle of fun, I chuckled mentally, knowing that while it shouldn't poking fun at others tended to help cheer me up.

"y-yes..." I could barely make out what the mare said, she whispered it so quietly. Gingerly, she pointed a hoof at the paper, "a-are you new in town?"

"Yeah." I said, my normal speaking level sounding like shouting as compared to the other mares voice. Seeing her flinch at that, I tried to continue on in a more forgiving tone, "Look, I didn't mean to yell. I've just got a lot to deal with."

"L-like what?"

"Oh, I don't really want to talk about it," I said, then realized that I kind of had to since I had brought it up, "Well. I just got some bad news, and on top of being here with no friends, well other than my ditsy roommate, and no family, I'm not feeling so hot." I sighed and opened the paper up, turning it to the correct page. Beginning to scan the columns of help wanted ads, I was surprised when the pegasus replied.

"Y-you don't know anyone in Ponyville." I shook my head, "w-well... I'm Fluttershy." I looked up and saw that she was offering me her hoof. Deciding not to be an asshole and spread my bad feelings to other, I took it.

"Sonnet. Good to meet you." Despite my piss poor mood, I genuinely smiled. This girl was nice, and not in an overbearing kind of way like Peony was. She kind of reminded me of an ex-girlfriend I had back home.

"Can I, uh, buy you a drink? A-as a kind of welcome to Ponyville gift?" I snorted at that, my smile staying.

"You know what? I'd like that."

With that, me and this Fluttershy began a long conversation in the corner of the shop. She bought me what tasted like butterscotch hot chocolate, and over the course of the next hour we chatted about a lot of things: what we did, what books we liked, really chatted like a pair of old friends, not strangers. While I did most of the talking, I could tell that Fluttershy was actually listening, and not just playing along like so many people I knew. I even got her to start talking about herself a bit, mainly about how she seemed to raise an entire forest of animals from bunnies to owls to even a bear. Listening to her talk, I almost felt like her Cutie Mark should have been something about how damned kind she was, and not the (kind of girly) butterflies that she had.

"...Oh, Angel can get into so much trouble. One time, I even caught him- oh! I'm so so sorry! I lost track of time and kept you from looking at your paper." The mare seemed genuinely upset, but I just laughed it off.

"It's no problem. I was kind of dreading the job search anyway, I don't have any of my identification on me anyway."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine. Actually," She motioned for the paper, and pointed to a job ad, "I know the owner of this store. I'm sure if I go with you she'll give you a bit to get the official stuff done."

Not believing my luck was continuing for so long (well, other than the whole being trapped on an alien plane for the rest of my life thing), I followed Fluttershy to Terrific Tomes. It was a small, dusty bookstore nestled in between two larger stores, its position causing it to be much cooler inside the store than on the streets of Ponyville. A small register was almost shoved up against a wall, so as to allow for even more space to be taken up by the almost obscene numbers of books in the store. Shelves went from floor to ceiling, with almost every shelf looking full to bursting with all sorts of books, all in various stages of use and age. A wizened old mare, her mane a dusty gray, looked up from the register, her face creaking into a near toothless grin as Fluttershy walked inside.

"Oh hullo dearie. I haven't seen you in seems like ages." The mare said. Fluttershy quickly returned her smile.

"Sorry Pageturner, I just have been oh so busy lately to stop by. But," the pegasus motioned a hoof at me, "I brought you something to make up for me ignoring you: somepony to help you with the store."

"Oh did you now?" The mare said, her gaze turning towards me, "well, why don't you come to the office, and we can get this done all official like." Sighing, I followed the mare to a back room, and proceeded to give perhaps the best interview of my life. Not twenty minutes later, I walked out of the book store with a smile on my face, a stack of papers in my bags, and a new job in this new world.

"You are amazing! I've never seen someone get a job like that so quickly. I thought you were going to have to wait a day or two just to interview." Fluttershy beamed a smile at me as I jokingly told her that while I was good, I sure as heck wasn't that good. We continued to chat as I walked home to the apartment complex in the rain, where the two of us shook hooves again and split up. Heading back into my apartment, I filled out what parts of the paperwork Pageturner gave me that I could for a bit before Peony came home. Managing to convince her that the train that had all my stuff had been delayed, the evening was filled with us chatting about our respective days (with me leaving some of the more shocking details out, of course), eating a dinner which Peony cooked for us, and relaxing until we went to bed, Peony praying at her creepy shrine before wishing me good night. Sighing as I nestled into the couch, I tried not to dwell on the negative parts of the day, but the fact that I was becoming more comfortable in my new body, and that things were going almost too well for me. Again trying to ignore the stare of the painting on my back, I managed to fall asleep.

* * *

"So what you're saying is that she saved this Peony pony?" The brown pegasus nodded vigorously, his entire body shaking in disbelief that he was actually there; he was actually in the Headquarters! The black earth pony adjusted his collar once again, trying to keep a level head, "Son, I should have you reprimanded bad for that outburst of yours. But," again he paused, taking time to make sure he had his followers full attention, "I need you to do something for me. For the Cause."

"A-anything sir- I mean Ma'am! I'll do whatever you need me to do for the Cause!" Dumb-bell said, saluting once again. His band, which showed an outstretched, five digited hand, slid down his leg as he saluted, but was quckly returned to its rightful place by the nervous stallion.

"Good. Because I need you to find this mare ASAP. You see," the stallion smiled at what he was about to say, "she's a human, and we can't let the Princess get to her before we do..."