Welcome to the Show, Twilight

“When do I need to choose?”

“Before you leave this room,” Master answered her.

“...Can I split the points into smaller punishments? I could when I got the rings.”

“Normally that is an option, but not when you have pooled your points.”

Twilight took a deep breath before she nodded and settled down to look at the list. Time to do this methodically and weigh the pros and cons.

On The Edge was just right out. She almost lived through that yesterday and just buck that so hard.

Feeling A Little Batty was odd and she loved her wings like they were, but… compared to some of the others it wasn’t… horrible.

The next one was right out. No way she’d ever go with Native. While it would undoubtedly make it easier for her stay here, she didn’t want to forget her friends. It would be as bad as when she cast that spell. Before she became an alicorn.

Cocky made the image of Princess Celestia flash through her head and she blushed and looked to Master, “...How large for Cocky?”

“About the same size as your brother,” It answered her, “Princess Celestia is unusually large.”

You don’t bucking say.

Twilight nodded and shifted her wings a bit, biting her lower lip in thought. The fact that it told her exactly how big it would be was a bit disturbing, but helpful.

Also a maybe.

She couldn’t pick Touchy. Oh Celestia she couldn’t pick touchy. She’d get brain damage by the end of the day!

Her eyes slid down to ‘Watch Me!’ and then shook her head. While here it might be okay if a bit odd, what about when she got back home? She had already been on a balcony several times, giving a speech for tens of thousands of ponies.

Oh Celestia. It’d be torment. Buck, it’s be horrible just walking down the street!

The next one caused her to look back at her cutie mark. No, just no. She was the Princess of Magic. It was who she was and she remembered how it was when hers was taken. Even if it was replaced with a different one…

No. She was magic. She couldn’t bring herself to do that. No matter what.

Looking back to the list, she looked at the last option. Health Smoothy.

“C-can you explain health smoothy, please?” Twilight asked the floating diamond.

“Of course. If you pick that one, you required to drink male sperm instead of food. Approximately five to eight loads a day would be sufficient,” Master explained to her.

Twilight frowned, “No nutrient pill?”

“It would overrule that. You would need to locate your own breakfast,” Master told her calmly.

Nodding a bit, Twilight frowned at the list, “...Almost like a Vampony. Kinda.”

“Indeed.”

Twilight looked down on her hooves. The fact that the option wasn’t automatically a big no felt strange, but… that was here. Here it would almost be okay.

When she got back home, it would be a lot different.

Rolling onto her back, Twilight looked up at the ceiling. So she was really down to two options if the rest was simply out of the question.

The question was just… cock or lose her feathery wings.

Ever since becoming an alicorn, Twilight had liked her wings. They felt nice and looked nicer and she could fly now! She might not be that good at it, but… she could.

But the alternative... Twilight squirmed uncomfortably. If having thestral wings would make her stand out back home, being a mare with a cock would do so even more. Easier to hide, maybe, but… a lot more unusual.

Twilight rolled back onto her stomach and spread her wings, looking back at them before she reached back and stroked her feathers.

Groaning, Twilight turned back to read through the list again.

Native wasn’t permanent. She’d get her memories back. Maybe…

Twilight sank down on the bed, putting her head on her hooves. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t forget them.

“...A little batty,” she finally said, closing her eyes, “I chose a little batty.”

“Confirmed.”