‘You know what I knew in life now, so damn well put that to good use.’ Was the first thing I thought when I woke. It was warm and comfortable, being cuddled into mom like that... The fuck?

This isn’t my mother... this is Celestia... the mother that birthed and the one that raised me are in another dimension entirely, so I couldn’t fathom how I’d made the mistake... epecially since I first met hernot that long ag... wait, is over a thousand years a long time? What the hell? Ok, I’m going to try to make sense of this.

First thing I thought when I woke up was knowing what I knew... or something... In Samantha’s thought-voice? Did she do something to me? ‘Hey, Samantha, I got a question.’

There was no response. I thought it weird, at first, but as I pondered over the waking thought more, I realized what had gone down. I was at the range, reasoning over bad jokes, then something clicked in the apology. Then as I tried to reason it off as a weird slip, Samantha said something about memory and death, and then... nothing. Had she sacrificed herself just to give me memories? So far, all evidence pointed to yes. But all I had gotten from it was a thousand year old handful of small memories that enforced me to hand over another copy of the title “Mother.” Maybe that’s all there was to give? No, wait, there’s something more... the sensation of directly passing through dimensional barriers? Ok, maybe I could reverse engineer that memory to find a way to keep in contact with my Earth family... and that’s it? Well, I would almost say that it was for nothing, but I feel like everything I know from it is exactly what I needed to know, at the same time.

Speaking of knowing, I know the sensation of my clothes. I don’t feel anything but my boxers, wonder where they are...

Who cares, I’ve got a furry mom to cuddle with and leftover drowsiness to top it off.

That mom thing is going to take some getting used to...

--~--

I woke up some unknown time later to find that the sun was rising and the living body pillow I’d cuddled against for the night had left me. Ahh, I can’t return to my childhood all the time, right?

I could still clearly remember the confusion I’d had when I woke up in the middle of the night, and it stressed me to think of how such an occurence was possible.

I flopped onto my back from my side, only to jump back onto my side from a painful sensation. Silently, of course, because I’ve spent years teaching myself to take pain silently so as to not disturb others.

After the pain subsided, I turned my head to the side and noticed feathery protrusions poking out of my backside. “Wings? The hell? I’m pretty sure that normal people from Earth don’t have wings.” I said aloud to myself. They were really just stubs with feathers poking from them, for the moment, but they would grow to full size in time, probably. Speaking of Earth and normal people, how am I going to go back without further magic training? I know I’ve mastered the basics, imagination and all, but I don’t know how to cause something by memory of a sensation created by it... Who knows how long that would take without special training.

Without Samantha, I wasn’t going home. If ever, it would be a long time of magic training. Damn, I know there were a lot of people - family included - that I didn’t care too much for, some even hated, but what about those that I did care for? My freinds? The good half of my family? Hell, if it takes a long time for me to get back, if at all, I bet that at least some of them would be dead by then, died of age or drugs or disease... Ok, probably drug overdose if anything for some of them, but still. Damn you Samantha, you’ve stuck me here.

After I finished sulking in my personal discovery, I decided I would do best if I got up and wandered around. After all, if I smother in depression, I’ll go into a rage and smash something up. I’ve done it before, and if I do it now, I’ll probably be knocking mountains down with my fist.

I found my clothes, beside a pair of new clothes that looked to be some sort of fancy white suit fitted for me, all nicely folded and stuff. I picked the white suit up and saw on the upper left side of the jacket, a pattern of the sun was sewn in, and what I could only guess to be wing holes cut out in the back sides. I picked up my shirt and jacket to notice wing holes had been modified into them as well. I suppose that Somebo... pony’s been busy. I’ll stick with my old clothes, though.

I walked out of the room with just my pants after failing to get my wings through the shirt, and with a hunch of where I was, I turned around to see confirmation on the sun design carved into the door. Yep, the room of the sun goddess. Mom’s room. Whatever.

Fortunately, there were two guards on either side of the door. Good, ask for directions, no wandering this time. “Uhh, I’m looking for Celestia I guess? I have no idea how to get anywhere in this glorified maze, so I need help, I guess.”

One of them put on a mischevious smile. “Looking to get back to work on her?”

Ohh, Cranial Conundrum got assigned at bedroom post, what a coincidence. “No, it’s not like that, and I’m fairly certain I was out cold until about fifteen minutes ago anyway. No, you can’t spread rumors. If you do I’ll tie you up and use your ribs as a... ‘drum’ set.”

“Ohh, name puns. I like it, I might just have to ‘Sum’ up the worth of that one.”

“Very well. One thousand divided by three. What do you think the answer would be?”

“Uhh... I don’t know?”

“Give up that fast? Wow, it’s not like it’s that hard to say three. The answer is three hundred thirty three point three three three abunchathrees.”

“You’ve blown my mind.”

“No, I obliterated it. There’s a difference.”

“Whatever. You want to see the princess? Let’s go already, then. No talking, you’ve already given me enough to think about. Why there can be so many threes, for example.”

I can see where this guy got his name. Like, really, I’m pretty sure I broke him on the inside with that equation.

--~--

Without a word spoken, we arrived at the dining room. Celestia was poking at an egg with a downcast expression, with Luna and Stellar both looking worriedly in her direction. “Uh, good morning, I guess?”

As expected, I turned all heads. And the sight of me brought Celestia out of her mini depression. Well, more than that, actually. She abandoned the fork-hole ridden eggs in an attempt to run up ad crush me, that I unfortunately failed to avoid. “Oh, thank the higher powers you’re finally awake. You worried me... you worried me SO MUCH when you passed out, I mean... I mean...” and there comes the tear train. Seriously, people need to learn to be stronger on the outside. I know I will miss my friends from Earth, but I’m gonna cry on the inside. Ooh, looks like she’s able to talk again. And she’s loosening the death grip as well. Maybe I can speak aloud now that my lungs aren’t squeezed into a paperwad... or would it be a lungwad? “No matter anymore, you’re awake now.”

“Well, how long did Samantha’s thing knock me out for? And in that case, what was it that she even did to me?”

Luna, poking into the conversation, answered. “You have been for about three days now. As of what she did to you? I contacted her remains during your sleep, and what was left of her at the time told me this; She has been slowly merging her soul into yours since she was able to, and with the merge came emotion. When emotion directed you to title my sister as mother, and you had no clue why, she decided to speed up the process, causing a temporary destabilization in the merge. What remains of her, you ask? You are one with her, in all ways knowable the same pon... err, person, I suppose you would say.”

“That explains the entire shooting range incident, then. And maybe why I have a fresh pair of undeveloped wings poking out of my back and making it impossible to put shirts on?”

“The wings have to do with the physical changes from the alicorn magic produced by your soul due to the alicorn shell that you abandoned in Twilight’s castle.”

“Oh yeah, I should probably go and get that back.”

Celestia butted back into the stolen conversation, “Yes... Anyway, we do have a new Prince on our hooves, what title should you take? Know that whatever title you take, I’m not going to let my child slack. So choose wisely.”

I pondered this; the thought of being a prince of Equestria made me giddy, and I wanted to make the best of it for everybody. I don’t want to be a sir greedyhands, no. I want to solve all the problems this place might have. Maybe even attempt to restructure the government? Yes, that’s what I want to do. “I know what I should be prince of.” I monotoned.

“Hmm?” As Celestia took audible interest, Luna and Stellar leaned in as well.

“I think... Peace and Order. I want the most peace Equestria can get, and I can most definitely organize an effective law enforcement as well as a military and guard. I studied some into modern armor back at... what used to be home, I guess,” I winced a little at the thought, “and I guarantee that I could prepare a design that wouldn’t be much heavier or restricting than a suit or dress, yet provides the same protection as full body heavy metal armor. I can also do a variant on pistols with mouth based triggers and a rate of fire based on how fast a pony can chew, with huge ammunition clips mounted to the user’s back, similarly to a quiver. I’ll keep the gunpowder levels down so the bullets don’t travel at lethal speeds for the law enforcement. I have a government structure from home I want to test out as well, maybe make it a sort of small government structure in some random city to start with to see how ponies can handle it.”

They all pondered my thoughts for a few seconds, before Celestia broke the silence. “It seems you have many ideas that you would like to apply. I will not stop you in this pursuit, as long as you use your position for good, and not greed. I admit, we could most definitely use a peace officer and military. The King of Tauria, Stronghorn, has been threatening us recently, and at the current rate, he may wage war with us. I understand that you likely come from a nation that specializes in fighting, among other things from what you have shown me, and maybe you could relate to him better than we. and your new form of government, I’ll have to hear of its structure first.”

“I guess I can see what I can do about this Stronghorn guy, and if you want to know about the government, it’s based upon the idea of ‘power to the people’, and is called a Republic...”

Author's Note

And that's how Sam attempted to plagarise the American Government, I guess.