Queen Chrysalis plotted in her lair, smirking to herself.

She had found herself in an unfamiliar building in an unfamiliar world, but she could surmise that wherever she was, it was a place even more defenceless against her kind than Equestria was.

All she needed was to gather her changelings together, for she had somehow lost them, and then she could conquer this world and drain it of its love unopposed.

Her eyes darted in front of her, glaring into the darkness. “Who’s there?”

The bipedal figure walked closer, holding an object in his hand. “Nobody important.”

He shot her square in the forehead before she could say anything, the former and potential tyrant slumping forward, dead.

The man turned and left the house, paying the corpse no second thought.

As police cordoned off the small, old house, a forensics team pored over the pony-like corpse as a pair of officers, one walking on all fours and the other upright on her hindlegs, looked around the rest of the building for any clues and potential evidence. The one walking on her hindlegs had a light green coat with a white and green swirled mane and tail with golden eyes, her horn showing herself as a unicorn ;while the other was a blue Pegasus with a rainbow coloured mane and tail and magenta eyes.

“Guess we can rule out the possibility of the show’s villains showing up.” The upright pony noted, wearing a simple blown coat over her even more simple black shirt, a pair of brown pants covering her legs. “Non-pony’s too, possibly, but we’ll have to wait to be sure, Changelings are a bit weird.” A police badger pinned to her shirt under her coat read ‘Dwight Conner’.

The rainbow-maned pony shuddered, in contrast wearing a police uniform, her badge reading out ‘Kevin Harris’. “Meaning the ‘Discord Scenario’ could be very real...”

The upright mare nodded, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. “Victim’s name was Margaret Avida, lived by herself, didn’t leave her house for several days. Neighbours called when they saw a ‘monster’ peering through her window one night...likely had only just contracted recently, probably hadn’t received any therapy yet, so she likely believed she WAS Queen Chrysalis.”

Kevin glared up at the older, more experienced detective. “Do you REALLY gotta smoke right now?”

Dwight shrugged. “Hey, just cause you got kids doesn’t mean I give a buck. I’ll smoke if I want, not like stuff like this does anything to a pony body.” He took a long drag, puffing smoke out through his nostrils. “So we come here expecting to get an old lady into therapy; worst case deal with a burglary or a wild animal. Instead we come across someone transformed into one of the show’s villains with her brains blown out, and now we gotta deal with a homicide.”

Kevin frowned in thought. “Any suspects? Suspicious figures reported nearby?”

“None. Not even any sign of a murder weapon so far. Hell, old lady kept to herself so much we’re not even sure if anyone would WANT to kill her.” The detective took another drag from his cigarette. “But someone DID, and did so without leaving a trace, not even a sign of a break in.”

“Meaning this was likely premeditated and calculated, rather than a spur of a moment thing, an accident or a burglary gone wrong.”

“Not even any signs of anything stolen.”

Kevin reached a hoof into hsi pocket, pulling ot his phone as he looked it over. “Well, good luck investigating, my shift’s over.”

Dwight raised a brow. “What, that quick?”

“You got plenty people here working the case.” Kevin put his phone back into his pocket. “You can deal with one guy off-duty. I got a family waiting on me.”

Dwight chuckled. “Lucky bastard...my wife bailed on me when she saw me like this.” He tilted his head, frowning in thought. “Yeah, okay, I see your point now. Don’t wanna mess things up like I did.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sir.”

“You say that, but I dunno, our relationship was pretty rocky even before...this. You take care of that lady of yours, your kids too, don’t take ‘em for granted. You never know what’ll happen.”

Kevin rolled his eyes but gave a friendly smile. “Good luck man, I have a feeling you’ll need it on this case.”

As the pair stepped out of the building, walking to Kevin’s registered patrol car, Dwight nodded. “Yeah, I’m betting you’re right. Still though, get to be my age and you eventually see a fair few cases like this pop up, and almost always the truth behind them surprises ya.”

A purple pony ran across the street, panting and out of breath. She had no idea where she was or what those strange creatures she saw were.

She hold the bag she was carrying tightly to herself. She needed to find the Princess. She needed to find her friends.

As she ran out into the dark street, she saw a bright light heading towards her. She had no time to react when the car hit her, sending her sprawling to the ground.

“Oh shit I think you hit someone!”

“Fuck! Call 911! Fuck! They just ran in front of us! Oh fuck oh fuck..”

From behind the darkened corner of a building, the person chasing the mare frowned, stepping into hiding as he waited, patient for the next time he’d get his chance.

On May 25 2014, at 11:15am, an incredibly bizarre incident had occurred within a grocery store in New York City, where a young adult man inexplicably, and with little warning, transformed into what appeared to be an animated female pony with a pastel coloured mane, tail as well as their body in general. Soon, it became apparent this was not the first victim of the ‘virus’ as some called it, and the transformation spread to many people of varying ages, genders and walks of life, seemingly becoming an epidemic.

It was soon discovered that the victims were transforming into characters from a cartoon show that had gained a sizable following, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The victims not only changed physically, but mentally as well, gaining the memories associated with their new bodies with their old lives completely forgotten. A therapeutic method was soon developed to help the victims regain their old memories and reintegrate into society, once it was proving that despite everything this wasn’t caused by a disease or a biological/chemical weapon. Thus, society would have to learn to accept these new forms of humans.

The cartoon show that seemingly was the base of the epidemic was shortly cancelled, at first out of fear it was the source of the epidemic, but eventually given the official explanation as being out of a sense of respect towards the victims.

As of today, six years since the affliction’s discovery, a small but significant portion of Americans, along with several other countries, are ponies, with modern science still attempting to determine the true cause of this occurrence as well as a potential cure towards it.

Until then, for the rest of the world, life goes on. �rs�]

Author's Note

Ponies are about half as tall as the average human height when able to stand upright, and all seem to have near identical body heights in general. While standing on all fours, as is typical for most, they stand about a foot or two taller than the largest breeds of dogs. Almost impossibly, they actually look like cartoon characters, seemingly out of place in reality.

The ‘affliction’, for lack of a better term of the condition, is not contagious and is not passed through any currently known methods, and rarely strikes those related by blood to the victims.

DNA tests of those afflicted do accurately pinpoint their real identity, which is extremely helpful in helping identify and treat people afflicted in cases where it’s impossible or difficult to ascertain their identity.

So far only ponies from the show have been sighted among the afflicted, but the possibility of some other species appearing or even an widely known ‘OC’ is thereotically possible. The possibility of Discord showing up is known as the ‘Discord Scenario’, with the procedure for should such an event occur are as follows:

1) Pray to god that the Discord Scenario never transpires

2) Should the Discord Scenario occur regardless, all hope is lost and you are given permission to deal with the potential crisis howsoever you decide based on your individual interpretation.

3) Try not to think about the possibility Discord Scenario occurring