Author's Note

I... have no excuse for this delay except for decisions I had trouble making and failure to think of a decent enough rant so... please don't be mad.

Chapter 13: Flare Master.

“...and finally we come to the fact that you did not keep calm, resulting in the Wonderbolts being knocked out by your wild flailing, meaning you almost killed them too-”

“STOP!” Rarity finally yelled out. “Okay, okay, I deserve everything that you’ve just said, but please! I think you have said enough to fulfill that Pinkie Promise, can we talk about this later?”

“...okay.” I relented, seeing that she was not broken, or crying, but just looked really exhausted.

“Thank you…” she then proved my assumption correct as she got out of the balloon on landing, then straight up legitimately fainted there on the spot, not even a fainting couch to save her.

Seeing I was at fault, I picked her up Bridal style and carried her home, telling the others. “I got this, you girls just head home.”

Huh, funny how it’s Bridal Style, and it’s so easy to carry them all like thi-

*sudden image of the Mane 5 in wedding dresses*

GAH! NO! FUCK FUCK FUCK! DOWN BOY! DOWN!

A few days after the young fliers competition I decided to make it up to Rarity for that earful I gave her by washing her cat, Opalescence.

Worst. Mistake. OF MY LIFE!

It wasn’t anything to do with her being aggressive, oh no, she was like a proper lady, with etiquette and polite manners as I carefully scrubbed her down.

The problem was I could understand her, and that meant I had to listen as she berated her owner.

“[...and then there was that time she forced me to hold all of her supplies at once! Mare, there are five different stores that sell holders just for that purpose! And what is with me having to try all these different ‘booties’ and ‘coats’ and the ‘cutesy wootsy hats’ like what’s wrong with keeping it simple with my bow?! I’m your pet! If you want somepony to experiment on, get a model! And furthermore…]”

Yeah, it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out why Opal didn’t like Rarity after having her go on and on for hours.

I arrived later on at the Carousel Boutique to a rather perturbed Rarity.

“What now?!”

Now, if this was Canon Fluttershy, I’d be all nervous and tried to back out of a conflict… however I am not Canon Fluttershy, and so…

“Well, okay, guess I’ll just drop your cat off later.” I say flatly as I turn to leave with Opal still in the basket. “Next time change your sign to ‘closed’ if you don’t want company!”

“Wait Fluttershy! Come back!” she rushed over. “Sorry, I forgot, I’ve been busy with so many orders.”

“Hmm… well that’s okay I guess, I’ll put Opal down over here.” I hide a smirk as I set the basket down, letting Opal climb out, to which she proceeds to nuzzle my leg.

“How do you manage to do it anyway? I can’t get near her without risking a swipe from her claws.” She said as I pushed her away from the cat to avoid one of said swipes. “Did you-”

“No. I did not use ‘the stare’, she treats it like how you’d treat a trip to the spa, which reminds me, I figured out why she’s so moody.” This was another thing different from Canon, this Fluttershy will not hesitate to tell her friends when they’re being idiots.

“Wait, there’s a reason?”

“Yes, first off you keep giving her purely vegetarian food, that lack of protein is making her cranky, she had several back injuries from you making her hold multiple objects at once, the boots and dresses you make for her are either too tight or itch, I had to carefully pull claws to full extension in one paw because they got stuck inside the skin and caught on something. She doesn’t like any clothing except for bows and would prefer you to have a model, and something to hold your sewing equipment for you instead of her, but the BIGGEST infraction is one I cannot abide.” I walk right up to her and glare right into her eyes. “When was the last time you changed her litter-box?”

“O-oh…” she was pale, and a little green as she glanced to-SWEET CELESTIA!!

Forget litter box, the damn thing was a mountain of shit, it seemed clearly the only reason the pile grew was because Opal found it an absolute necessity to crap in that one spot.

Where’s a flamethrower when you need it?

“I… know it looks bad-”

“When this is over, I’m calling for a hazmat team, and then I’ll consider what you should do to apologize to her.” I said coldly, my eyes glinting with rage that gave zero tolerance.

“...o-okay.” she whimpered, backing away as Sweetie headed over to the litter box.

“Hey! Maybe I could help with-” and immediately I pulled the filly back with a light tug to the tail. “Ow! Hey!”

“Absolutely not, that is a level 5 biohazard and liable to kill you! I’m pretty sure it’s dangerous enough that you’re still in the same room as it! You know what? Rarity, give me something long and pointy! I need to perform a spell.” I demanded with a hand outstretched.

Seeing as she was curious, Rarity offered one of her large sewing needles. “I’m confused, can’t you just use your fingers for magic?”

“For something like levitating things I can lift normally or boosting my physical abilities, yes, but I think it’d be better to channel into this for what I’m about to do.” I take the needle and used the crudest brute forcing of a teleport spell, in the simple terms of ‘pour as much magic into an object and tell it to go somewhere else now!’, and with a poof, it was gone, that ‘somewhere else’ happened to be the local compost dump.

“Wow, that was-” Sweetie’s praise was cut short at the horrific sound of screeching metal, I had to drop the needle as we all watched in terror as it curled and folded in on itself painfully, eventually weaving itself into a ball of twisted, malformed steel compressed from the sudden pressure the magic feedback had put on it.

“... and that is why I didn’t use my fingers, and why unicorns have hard, bone spikes on their heads filled with magic-conductive crystal.” I say as all four of us backed away, Opal’s hairs standing on end, what made us all back off further was when Rarity tried to sweep it away with a broom only for the broom to lurch out of her grip and constantly fold in and snap itself to splinters the moment it made contact. “That… is a lot worse than I thought… we need a rock… a very, very heavy rock.” Before I could continue, Rarity, in her abject horror, proceeded to just rip out the chunk of floor the ball was on and toss it out of the window into the everfree, where the loose earth would most likely fold in and bury that nightmare sphere. “Or that… that works too.”

“Oh no, it’ll take the rest of the day to fix that hole! And I just got this new gold silk for the order too!” She revealed a material that was red on one side and gold on the other.

“You mean that rag with three holes in it?” I asked, not actually seeing the holes I knew Sweetie Belle cut from it.

“Wait, what ho-” she looked at the cloth and discovered the cuts, and immediately went down.

“IIII should come back later…”

“You mean after she’s woken up and calmed down so she doesn’t scold you for the suspiciously cape-shaped holes in her very expensive cloth?”

“How did you-”

“Would you believe me if I said a little bird told me?” I say with a shrug and a smirk.

She deadpanned at me, and I just nervously sweated and led her out just as Scootaloo and Applebloom showed up.

“Hey Sweetie Belle, are you ready for our Cutie Mark Crusaders Sleepover?” Applebloom said with a smile.

“Um… actually girls-”

“Rarity is going to be a little busy, so instead I’ve volunteered to watch over you three at my place, Sweetie even made you some gifts for the occasion.” I gave Sweetie a wink, which got her to play along and reveal the capes.

“I made us all capes to show off to everypony!”

They all squeed, put on their capes and took in a breath.

“HOLD IT!” I yell, tripping them up. “There are many things I can handle, but I heard you practice that cheer in the clubhouse all the way from home.” Not total bullshit, those little fuckers got loud! They lowered their heads, but I smiled and patted them. “Sorry, but let’s keep our voices down, okay? Why don’t you head to the clubhouse and I’ll wait for you tonight at the cottage.”

With cheerful nods and eager hops, they headed off, and I slowly tiptoed after them to home before the blood-curdling shrieks echoed out from the Boutique.

“Hey Fluttershy!” I immediately turned to Twilight, who was heading down the street, who then looked at me in confusion. “Why are you sneaking around like that?”

“Uuuuh, no reason?” I say with a rather forced smile, deciding to change the subject when she deadpanned. “So, where are you off to?”

“Oh, I’m heading to Zecora’s to pick up a bag of my new favourite tea.” She smiled. “Zebrican Green Tea is the perfect thing to drink as you relax with a good book, and Zecora’s the only pony who grows it, so it’s really lucky you helped me give a good first impression.”

“Oh it was no trouble.” I say, waving off the praise before blinking, and deciding to give my friend a word of caution as I remembered a certain part of this show. “You should be careful though, I’ve been hearing word that a Cockatrice has been active recently.”

“I’ll make sure to be careful, what about you? What are you doing with the girls?” she gestured to the Trio playing at the Town well.

“Well After an incident with a Sewing Needle and a setback in materials for an important order, I decided to lighten the load on Rarity and take the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ sleepover to my cottage.”

“Cutie Mark Crusaders?”

“...you can’t seriously tell me you didn’t hear their chant all the way from the Orchard, right?”

“I have a soundproofing spell on The Library, to keep sounds in and out.”

I caught that, it was subtle, but I caught that line of thought. “Keep sounds in? Now why is that something one would mention?” I say with a grin.

“Huh? w-what are you assuming??”

“Oh nothing much, but is it perhaps something to do with Trixie’s private lessons~?”

Her eyes widen as she blushed furiously. “I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Don’t you? Say, the two of you have really bonded over teaching her that magic, all alone, surrounded by raw, uncensored biblia.” I heard her breathing hitch for a moment. “And I know an academic like yourself wouldn’t jump at the chance to try new spells, like manifestation…” I lean in and whisper in her ear. “Maybe summoning tenta-”

“NYAAAA-IIIGOTTAGOSEEYOULATERFLUTTERSHY!!” She yelled as she sped down the street.

“Heh, kinky little bookwo-” *THROB* “-OOH~!! Instant regret…” I groan sadly as I had fallen prey to my own perverted imagination.

Now, as we all remember from… that episode, Fluttershy had erroneously assumed that the CMC would be innocent and good natured little angels.

Fortunately, I am now this world’s Fluttershy, so not only do I know that it’s the fucking CMC, but also that the only frame of Reference for an angel I had was Angel Bunny.

I shuddered at the thought of those sweet, if a little misguided, fillies having his bad attitude… and almost had a stroke when I imagined that rabbit having their energy and enthusiasm.

That was poor judgement on my part, as my momentary distraction left the three fillies to terrorize the animals, naturally I couldn’t let them keep it up. “ALRIGHT! That’s enough.” I yell, grabbing them with my telekinesis and dropping them on the couch. “Okay, I think some fillies need a crash course in Cutie Marks, preferably before they hurt any animals or themselves for that matter, so, what is it you’re trying to do?”

“We’re The Cutie Mark Crusaders!” Scootaloo yelled enthusiastically.

“And we’re on a quest to find our cutie marks!” Applebloom added.

“Yeah! And… what they said!” Sweetie Belle finished awkwardly, trying and failing to add to her comrades.

“That’s great! But it seems you three are kind of forgetting what a Cutie Mark is.”

“Huh?” The three chorused as they tilted their heads.

“Well looking for your special talent is good and all, but you three were running around just trying to get something to appear on your flanks without any care for what the talent means.” They continued to look with interest. “I’m worried this won’t be the end of your crusade, but I want to nudge it in the right direction. A Cutie Mark isn’t some picture on your flank that you get when you succeed in a talent, it’s something that comes when you discover a talent all your own, one that you feel is truly who you are.”

“Yeah, but we wanna get awesome Cutie Marks!” Scootaloo chimed in.

“I know, but how about this? When you’re going out doing different things for crusading, don’t think ‘will this make a cool Cutie Mark?’ Think ‘Is this what I want to do my whole life?’”

“Our… whole life?” Applebloom asked, looks of concern on their faces.

“Right, bad way to word it, I’m just saying, don’t focus on the marks, focus on the talents, think about what you have fun with, and think about what comes easy, don’t try for a Cutie Mark in a talent you hate, would be limited in, or simply would get bored with.”

“That! That… seems fair…” Sweetie Belle admitted.

“So, how about while you’re rethinking your plans, we play some fun games I… invented.” I say, looking away for a brief second and thankfully they didn’t pick up on it.

“You actually made games? For multiple ponies?”

Okay, that’s fair, they’re little, and I haven’t really interacted with them.

“It’s not just my outside that has changed, it’ll be a great way to pass the time, and fuel your imagination for Cutie Mark ideas!”

That last part, of course, got them to smile eagerly.

And I smiled a wicked, devious smile as I brought out two decks and placed them on the table, fully knowing the evil I was about to commit, deciding to even let Angel in on this.

“Allow me to introduce a Card Game not for the timid or those with a weak stomach, where points are not earned because of logic and strategy, but simply for who can make the funniest combinations with limited pieces, and only the most twisted minds can come out on top… Fillies and Creatures, this, is Cards Against Equestria…”

~-{Meanwhile, In The Canterlot Royal Gardens.}-~

Solid Strike was a true Royal Guard, he trained his body, mind, and his skills until they were their sharpest, although his talent was in infiltration, the art of the Silent Kill, and Cardboard Boxes, he was capable of patrols like any other stallion, nothing could phase him in the slightest.

That was until he found himself unnerved as he approached the statue representing Discord, not only did he hear strange noises, like a mirthful chuckle and oddly the sound of somepony munching on popcorn, but also he found the sight of the Statue was more uncomfortable than normal.

He could swear… that the amalgam’s grin was somehow wider than before.

~-{Back To Fluttershy, One Innocence Destroying Game Later}-~

“That was so fun!” Sweetie Belle cheered.

“I haven’t laughed that much since I saw Applejack help Granny with the Zap Apple Jam!” Applebloom said.

“Fuck yeah! I wanna play again!” The Impressionable Scootaloo said.

“Maybe next time, though maybe you shouldn’t use any of the new words you learned in this game.”

“Why not?”

“Well…” I glance to my left, with our critter audience, then to my right, where Angel was struggling to breathe as he laughed too hard, then finally back to them. “They are naughty words.”

“Ooooh!” The trio uttered in understanding, before nodding.

“Good… and if you mess up, you never learned it from me, got it?” Another nod. “Good, I think with this, it’s time to go to bed.”

Of course, like children, they sounded their rather negative opinion with a collective ‘Aww!’

“Now now, I know you want to keep going, but you’re still growing fillies, and staying up this late is pushing it.”

“But we’ve got so many new ideas now for Crusading!” Applebloom said.

“I know you do, but I think it’d be best if we save it for when it’s not so dark out, last I checked, Ponies don’t have night vision.” I gently chided as I got them to bed and tucked them in.

“But-” Sweetie started, but I held out a hand to stop her.

“Okay, how about this? If you act like good girls and go to bed, I’ll…” I had an idea that every parent would chastise me for. “I’ll take you through the Everfree over to Zecora’s, I’m sure she has a lot of interesting things you could help with, maybe even Alchemy?”

Their eyes all shone with excitement, and they took in a large breath.

Oh no.

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADER ALCHEMISTS! YAY!!”

“...ow…” I say from my pile of various decorations and furniture, rubbing my ears. The trio at least had the decency to give apologetic smiles as they unconvincingly proceeded to ‘fall asleep’, fake as Tartarus snores and all.

Frankly, I was too exhausted to care and proceeded to head downstairs to sleep on the couch.

“Well, that was less of an ordeal than I thought, I knew the right buttons to push, I guess I was worried for nothing.” I smiled as I laid back and went to sleep, awaiting the inevitable excitement of tomorrow when I try to lead them to Zecora’s house.

Maybe she’ll still have some of that tea Twilight likes, I’ll need it to keep myself relaxed.

…

. . .

. . .

“OH FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT TWILIGHT!” I yelled as I sprang back up.

How could I have been so stupid?! I knew this episode and I almost left Twilight to be a Pigeon Toilet… and that’s even if the Cockatrice didn’t have a taste for Pony!!

I had planned to explain what I meant at this point, but complications later on force me to wait so I needn’t repeat myself.

You see, as I was going on my search I didn’t realize the CMC had followed me into the forest, and as such accidentally led them deeper and deeper into the trees.

That was until I heard the sound of a ripping cape, and whipped around to see Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, a branch having caught the fabric and tore it up.

“What are you three doing here?!?”

“Uuuhh… Cutie Mark Crusaders: Pony Rescuers?” They said simultaneously, all having nervous and ‘innocent’ smiles as I just raised an eyebrow.

“...you three are going back to the Cottage.”

“But-”

“No buts! I’m not even in the mood to make a joke about that! I won’t let three little Fillies loose in the forest with a Cockatrice on the prowl!”

“Cockatrice? What’s that?” Sweetie asked.

“It’s a ferocious creature with the ability to turn whomever looks it in the eye to stone, it has the head of a chicken and the body of a snake, and is all carnivore, it only petrifies for two reasons, territory or food.” I explain.

“Wait… why would something turn food into rock?” Scootaloo asked.

“Because it can unpetrify parts of their victims, ripping out chunks and preserving the rest, I’ve heard it can take weeks for one to finish devouring its prey piece by piece before it needs to hunt again.”

The stark, frozen horror on their faces almost made me think they had gotten petrified too, but no… they were just traumatized.

I… really need a filter.

“Um… girls?” I mutter as I booped the small unicorn in the snoot.

...and then they all started screaming and running off in a random direction together… even deeper into the forest.

“...Fuck.”

Having no real direction to make my search since Fluttershy in the show found Twilight by chance, I immediately rushed forth after the scared Fillies, if nothing else I could at least stop them from suffering the same fate. That hope began to slowly shrivel and die as I kept running ahead with no sign I was gaining on them, meaning they were out of my sight all the while.

That did nothing for my nerves at the moment as I pushed my minotauran musculature to their absolute limit, I know it wasn’t good for me, I was liable to collapse if I kept pushing, but my fear-stricken mind in concern for both Twilight and my Charges’ safety would not allow me to calm nor pace myself. All I knew in my haze was that I needed to find them, to save them.

My spirit almost broke when I found the three and Twilight, scattered around the clearing, frozen in various states of horror, but thankfully the Cockatrice seemed to only be acting territorial, and not hungry. “Oh thank Faust.” I breathed out in relief, this meant all I had to do was find that chicken-snake and stare it down, I’ve never used the damn thing but I’m pretty sure if it’s emotion based that I was pissed enough to actually do so, and if not, I know how to stare someone down normally.

As a carer of animals, I was already able to catch the tracks of not one… but two Cockatrice in the area, that meant only one thing.

“So it’s a mated pair, no wonder they felt threatened, even the smallest of foals are a danger to the eggs… that of course means with me, being so large and heavy that-”

*BAK-KRAWWWR!*

“-I am also a threat, but I can’t flee now, even if I didn’t wish to confront them for my friends to be restored… if I leave, eventually those eggs will hatch, and they will be hungry.”

I took in deep breaths and closed my eyes, letting my much larger ears keep me aware of the approaching monsters as they charged, cautious, but showing no hint of mercy as they readied claws, beaks and tails upon view of my visionless self, getting a few scratches until I realized their attack plan and went on the defensive. This wasn’t working, they kept circling, they kept on opposite sides, I needed them in front of me if I planned to use The Stare on them. There was a stinging pain suddenly on my side as one of their tails cracked against me like a whip, and in my blind state I just narrowly dodged the sharp-fanged bite aimed for my neck.

“ENOUGH!” I yell, harnessing my magic in my hands and grabbing them both in the air, their struggling causing strain that threatened to break some of the bones in my fingers, yet I stubbornly kept hold. “Just where do you get off, turning innocent ponies to stone?! They wouldn’t have so much as gone near your eggs if you simply scared them, they’re not like that!” I growled. “Sure, they can be stupid, reckless, and downright naive, but ponies never harm another creature, it’s simply not in their nature! What makes you think turning them to stone was fair?!”

The poultry-reptile hybrids clucked in confusion and nervousness, not understanding why I was referring to Ponies like I was not one of them, to which of course I cursed myself for slipping up like that.

I opened up my eyes and gave a practical death glare, trying to get them away from it, to find they were looking away, so I pushed a little more into the telekinesis, turning their heads. “YOU LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO-” suddenly I saw a strange surge of energy burst from around them, and spear towards me. “Oh shit.”

There was… something akin to a flashbang, I think? I mean there was a white flash and my ears were ringing as I found myself on my back, so it’s the only thing I had to go on. Getting to an upright position, I let my vision clear enough to see the two petrifying monsters slipping away into the brush. “No wait!” I say as I reach a talon forward. “I still need you to-” wait… talon?!

I blink as I look to see my ‘hand’, now not simple rounded fingers, but sharp, claw-like talons, connected to an arm that had not fur nor feathers, but scales running along all the way up to my shoulders… following them up also led me too see my new wings, large and draconic in appearance, my new tail, which was no longer a mass of hair, but a long tapering prehensile limb like a snake’s, barring the tip which had three pink feathers, my new legs, which shared the same change as my arms. The result of what had happened was slowly starting to sink in as I rushed my hands to my muzzle, which had been replaced with a beak, my head being the only place not scaled but covered in feathers, with a large frill of such atop my head making up my new mane. The only things I was happy for not changing was my body shape, my color scheme-honestly, I prefer wearing green not being green-my clothing (covering included), and the fact that I still had tits.

That leaves only one thing… I took in a deep breath as I pulled down my pants, then hooked my talons around the string of the concealing cloth, and then pulled it down too. What emerged was my cock and my balls, yet my shaft had certainly changed, the entire length was now a solid shining pink that expanded a bit near the base then began to taper off smoothly to a rounded point with the urethra at the end… I would’ve been fine with that being the only changes since it remained the same size, and it was, there was no extra definition made to my dick… and there were certainly no differences between it and its new twin.

“Well fuck, I’ve turned into a Were-ckatrice…” I say, just idly staring at my almost hypnotically swaying pair… that was not my tits this time! Then my mind decided to note the stone hoof in the corner of my vision. “Hm? Oh shit right, petrified friends!” I immediately redress, and since I had no method of catching up to the Cockatrice, proceed to carry Twilight and the CMC home.

“Okay, so you have four ponies on your couch, turned to stone, dead of night, while you’re some hybrid monster that hasn’t gone completely feral for some reason unlike when Fluttershy went Flutterbat, and you’re talking to yourself.” I recall essentially plot synopsis as quietly as I could to avoid waking the others. “Wait, I think I, or rather Fluttershy, had a book detailing the habits of unusual monsters and hybrids on her bookshelf.” I mutter as I flap over and check. “Let’s see, ‘how to tame your fears’... that’s a lot of dust on that one, moving on, ‘101 carrot recipes’, ‘the hilarious tales of Mo-’ wait, I have a book of Monty Python stories?” I glance to a small burrow in the wall, where I knew a certain rabbit was sleeping, then noted the rabbit paws. “Huh… interesting, might decide to read that later, aha! ‘Monsters Made Manageable: All you need know about fantastical beasts of Equestria and Beyond’!”

I grab the book and sit in my armchair as I skim through. “Arachne, Apparition, *flipping* Basilisk, Bull-frog, *flipping* Centaur, Chupacabra, Chimera, yes! Cockatrice!!”

I stopped reading at that and gulped. So… all I’d need to do to free Twilight is… run my tongue… all over…

I risked a glance at the grey, unmoving statue that was my friend that still retained her beauty… and my mouth suddenly became very dry.

“No, there is no way I could do that, I barely have enough self control as it is with my hands… if I were to go and start l...licking her… I don’t think I could…” already I felt the twins throbbing at the fantasies that ran through my head, of her private parts at the mercy of my mouth, of mounting her immobile frame and-

I immediately rammed my head through a wall, and screamed directly into the thick insulation before I pulled my head back. “Nope, I can’t do it, nope, not happening, I’m not gonna let myself lose it and breed Twilight like a slut with my thick throbbing-” apply pillow to head. Make hole deeper. Even louder scream. “STOP. THINKING ABOUT IT. you pussy-hungry nymphomaniac!!”

I sighed, and proceeded to take another look at the book, deciding to use the logic that while no matter what I decide on for Twilight, I’d need to do the same for the CMC, and I’m not about to explain to Rarity, Applejack or Rainbow dash that I had to lick up three fillies to save their lives.

Wish that was much earlier in the list, might not have had the near-mental breakdown a few minutes ago! Fucking pacifistic assholes.

Wait, what if my blood doesn’t work? What if I’m not Cockatrice enough to-

Hey dumbass, if my blood doesn’t work then my saliva definitely won’t either!

Oh. right…

With that brief inner debate finished, I pricked my right palm with my thumb and allowed a drop to fall onto each of the four, and then applied a band-aid to my booboo (SHUT the fuck up!)

-~{Morning}~-

Twilight awoke late in the morning, long after I had sent the trio of fillies back with Rarity, with the promise that I’d be helping them with finding their cutie marks later on. Turns out the blood is slow-acting, unlike the mental trigger that was more instantaneous.

“Uuugh, what happened?” the unicorn groaned, before sitting up and getting a good look at my beaked face staring at her from the foot of the bed, and as such she proceeded to react much like the CMC did when they woke up.

That being her screaming loudly and frantically trying to throw things at me.

“Ow! Wai-gah! Twilight would you-oof! STOP THAT!” I screeched, causing the mare to freeze up, thankfully long enough to get a good look and stop freaking out.

“...Fluttershy?” she gasped out in utter disbelief.

“Yeah… I think I need to confess a possibly magical power I had before you changed me…”