Twilight had a problem, one she couldn't solve herself.

So what better solution than to speak to her smarter, pony self? At least that was the plan at the start. Who knew there were worlds out there where everything was made to be edible?

Story commission for Anon. Want your own story? Check out my journal for info.

Please note this story contains immobile fats.

Cover art by Shitigal-Artust.