Author's Note

A/N: First real chapter! Shame it has to be all plot, boo! But it is what it has to be (Mostly because I can't do porn without plot to save my life). Enjoy, or don’t, ‘cos porn (lil bit) comes in chapter 2.

Warnings: Plot chapter (As mentioned in the Introduction). No porn, so ‘boring’. Well, or more akin to a bit ‘dark’ with how it works, but don’t know if the story merits to be marked as such for this one chapter.

Chapter 1 - Game of Life, or Game Life?

“What is happening?!”

- Welcome [PLAYER] to Equestria. Please, enter name- The digital voice repeated.

Evan couldn’t help but pat himself everywhere. His hair was in place, his face hadn’t changed, hans were as they had ever been; still slightly too hardy for his taste from the hard labor he had been doing as of late, his chest was still as it should, muscles and all, and his legs were... Far less full of the dozen or so little scars he had earned the first month at the construction site. Those revar bars could fuck you up something fierce, it was lucky of Evan that he had dodged MOST of the damage.

In fact, Evan found most wounds on his body gone. He had been an accident prone child, so he had a lot of little blemishes all over back home. Some found it cute, others sexy, a few a demonstration of how clumsy he was, and others just plain ugly, with most people not really caring too much.

That also made him notice that, yes, he was nude under the covers of his impromptu bed.

…

He was also still five inches long.

Dam it.

If there was ONE thing he wished to have changed, it was that. He wasn’t ‘tiny’, but that was the one bit he found himself ashamed of, or at least wanting to change ‘for the better’. But no, apparently he got himself shanghaied into Equestria, like one of those fanfictions, only for him to be largely the same, other than the small healing factor that he largely didn’t care about.

-Welcome [PLAYER] to Equestria. Please, enter name- The digital voice repeated. By now Evan was less agitated and more pissed off.

“It is Evan! You fungggg!”

-Acknowledged. [PLAYER] set to [Evan]. New identity accepted. Welcome to Equestria, [Evan]. [PLAYER] will be still used as a generic term when needed. Please, wait for the [TUTORIAL] section to start- The digital voice droned.

Evan had to chuckle. “Seriously, what the fuck is going on?” He muttered, doing his best to not tug at his hair in exasperation.

As he waited for that voice to speak up, Evan looked around. He could see the relatively large bed he was in was, most likely, designed for a minotaur. He could see a few implements, such as the door that (probably) lead outside being quite large, as many of the doors were depicted at Canterlot Castle in the series, with the door he thought lead to the bathroom being far, far larger than any used by a pony, or even gryphon. It also had furniture designed for something of Evan’s height instead of the more ‘fun sized’ implements you’d find at any normal pony room or house, so either it was indeed a minotaur, or a relatively young dragon.

There was also a window leading to the outside. Amongst everything being so nice to look at and, now that he paid attention, also colorful, Evan had ignored the light being natural. In fact, everything looked ‘cartoony’ as in the show, not ‘real’, if you want to call it that. He himself was more ‘realistic’ than everything else around him, but not to the point he wouldn’t blend in. It was hard to explain.

The young man let out a sigh and lied down on the bed again. It was the comfiest he had ever felt. Shame he also felt lost, angry and, well, a thousand more things at once, some of which he couldn’t readily describe.

If he just had some information…

-Commencing [TUTORIAL] section-

Hey, look, smartass robot voice. At least that got a chuckle out of Evan.

“Wellcome, welcome, new player, to this fantastic game!” Came a voice that Evan didn’t really recognize. It was masculine, that much he could tell, but that was about the extent of what he could gleam. “I am pretty sure you are wondering about many things here, so let me make one thing clear sp we can skip that bothersome pleading and bargaining phase that plagued us oh so often back in the day: You are here and there is no way back, but you are also back home with those that care about you. Very rarely will this be any different unless you, the player, were in danger on your homeworld, in which case you are exclusively here and, likely, prefer it that way already.”

Well, at least that answered a few questions. It was so blunt and quick that Evan had little time to feel sad or angry about it, mostly because the voice kept going without much consideration for him, if any. Any question he could ever had was just plainly ignored.

“Now, I am calling you a player. Is this a game? Kind of. You see, you are, in a sense, an artificial entity in a very real world. You are what many would call a magic construct, but also a clone. Basically a mix of magical and non magical capabilities with an extra kick added in. Thanks to this you can absorb magic, but you cannot exactly ‘use’ it. You can, however, transform it into a permanent, but also consumable, form of energy that will help you affect the world around you as well as yourself. That means you can modify your body, mind and more, as well as those around you. Because of this ability you could consider yourself a ‘player’ in one of those games of yours!”

Evan wouldn’t go that far, but in a sense it was correct, or so he thought. It wasn’t exactly easy for himself to think about this like a game, but on the other hand it was a bit cliche. What he couldn’t help but wonder is ‘why’.

“‘But why?’ you may ask?” Evan did, and he found the coincidence suspicious enough. “Well, some versions of a world are either in danger of some kind… or utterly bland. There are those of us that have a certain interest in these worlds being ‘better’, one way or another. Humans like you (And yes, you are still human despite everything) are incredibly malleable, thus perfect for this purpose. What is that purpose? Well...”

There was a pause that Evan thought was for the speaker to breathe, but for all he knew whoever made this recording was just checking the script. It at least gave him a few seconds to prepare for… whatever it was that he had to do.

“In the case of the world ‘Equus’, or ‘Equestria’, there is one particular thing that happens pretty often.” The voice returned with a pep in its tone that Evan found… troublesome. As if it was trying not to laugh. “From time to time a version in which magic saturation, AKA what makes you perceive the world around you like a cartoon and helps ensure said physics are in effect, as well as what allows for magic to make its mark in the world, is too great. This effect grants gread advantages, but also dooms the world itself, or at least a part so important that the world will die off in time. While it makes life longer, on average roughly a thousand years, with medicine, alchemy and other factors changing that even more, said life can be quite empty in the later stages. Once the ‘infection’ grows out of control it slowly impedes the birth of male subjects, specially in equine species (or any other that uses magic extensively), be it all three common variants of pony, thestrals, saddle arabians, zebras, changelings or what have you. Your job as a very special magical (but not) creature, is to make that stable.”

Stable? How? Evan didn’t know…

“Through sex.”

The voice was at the verge of laughing, Evan just knew it! But at the same time he couldn’t care less because he was so damn shocked he didn’t know what to do! Sex? Seriously? He wasn’t going into an adventure, but a sex fueled campaign?

How did this work!?

“How you do this is pretty simple: You have to gain what your M.O.C (Magical Onboard Computer), that robotic voice in your head, calls [POWER].” The voice began to explain in earnest. “At first you will have roughly what any average unicorn in Equestria should, and what most other creatures would find around average: A thousand units. These units can be used temporarily, then recharged, with certain abilities, or permanently through changes for you or others to make them more… pliable and palatable to you and your sexual preferences.” Holy hell that made Evan grimace so hard. “And believe me: You will need to do that. We call this ‘game’ [Lords of the Land] because that is what you’ll turn into… if you survive. And yes, you can very much die. In fact it is very likely.”

Evan felt as if he was about to hyperventilate. Death was a thing that could happen to him? WHY!? All he had wanted when he pledged for that fucking helmet, a helmet that got him here, was to give someone that made him laugh a bit of cash! Why did this happen to him!?

“Question is, why would you do that? Simple. Like all games, there is you, and then there is everyone else, and some people out there WILL try to off you, take you away, use you or whatever else. This is no hack and slash adventure, but not everyone is going to be your friend. For example: Celestia.” Evan was about to demand to know why that was, but the recording cut to it right away. “First: Understand this - Magic is the lifeblood of this world. If you were to tell anyone that it is harming them, there would be panic. Second: You are, right now, believed to be here thanks to a cursed artifact (The object that brought you here). Trying to explain this particular situation will end in anything between your end (through a myriad of ways so extensive we can’t list it here), imprisonment, or, at ‘best’, you being ‘sent back home’, which would also end with your existence since you cannot exist back with your old self at the same time (Partly because there is no magic to sustain your particular biology). Third: Needing you, a single entity, to save this world (in a naughty sense) will not sit well with many. Using our previous example: Celestia herself. Considering she is the ‘traditional’ version of herself whether she fears what you may do or become, or simply wishes you away, she will do her best to… have no need of your supposed services. Her ponies come first, and you, no matter your goals and means to attain them, will most likely change things in ways she will not be able to accept without being ‘corrected’. A misguided attempt that will end badly for her, but in her mind that’ll be most likely better than you ‘owning’ the place.”

Well. This painted the most beautiful picture in the whole world, didn’t it? Evan did all he could to just, stay calm and, maybe, not scream out of frustration and, dare he say it, a bit of fright.

The voice didn’t seem to mind this one bit as it went on with this ‘tutorial’. “Okay, now think, don’t talk, just think and ‘say’ [STATUS]. This should get things going.”

Evan couldn’t help himself. He just snorted out a laugh. Status? Seriously? He was about to just get up when a large, semi transparent blue ‘window’ popped up in front of his face. He almost screamed his lungs out, but managed to shut up long enough to look at the thing.

It was… fairly normal for a status window in agame. The main page had a lot of menus that went to sub windows dubbed ‘Character’, ‘Inventory’, ‘Skills/Abilities’, ‘Traits’ and even ‘Options’. A quick check made it clear that he had nothing in inventory (Duh), no Skills, Abilities or Traits, and the normal Character screen showed bars that seemed to determine his actual Fatigue (Or stamina. The consumption of the orange bar was non existent as it stood), max fatigue, Power (The amount of refined magic at his disposal, blue bar of course), max Power and Spent Power, Health (Apparently less important because no damage was lethal unless certain parameters were in play) and the usual attribute and max attribute stuff.

It was, all things considered, pretty in depth. It was mostly empty simply because he just started ‘The Game’ as it was.

“That should be enough time for you to check.” The voice returned assuming, correctly, that he was done. “So let’s get to business, shall we?” The voice took a second as Evan returned to the main ‘screen’ of his before resuming. “We’ll start with the ‘Character’ section. Here you’ll see a physical representation of the condition your body is in. Anything feels off? Check this up. Hoover a finger on whatever may not be readily understood or self explanatory. Also: No, you will not ‘level’ up as it was in most games you played. You can spend POWER to upgrade yourself, the same way that everything in this world does. They may think training and the like make them better, but ponies, and other species, subconsciously use magic to make themselves better MUCH faster than they would otherwise. If you trained to get stronger it would take you maybe four to five times what a pony would need to go from one stage of physical strength and durability to the next.”

What!? So ponies fucking cheated?! Evan was miffed, to say the least. It was an interesting bit of trivia nonetheless.

“Skills and Abilities comes next.” The voice went on, luckily ignoring Evan’s less than dignified mental outburst. “Skills are capabilities that can be activated willingly by you, usually by just wishing to do so (and fulfilling the prerequisites, such as being in contact with something/someone). Abilities are, well, your natural abilities (such as hiding, climbing, etc) that you use when needed or are always active. They are largely the same, and some would think they are interchangeable, so they stay in the same section. The more you use one of your skills, or abilities, the better it will be (if possible) and the easier to use it will get.”

The voice went to explain things in detail, but it all came down to this: All skills and abilities had levels. The higher the level, the easier it would be to use, the more natural it would come to Evan to use it, the less POWER it would cost to keep the skill active (or it would cost less to change something) and so on. Basically relatively standard RPG game mechanics in certain MMOs and other games.

“Traits are slightly different.” The voice began as the previous section came to an end. “Say you get your first time with one of the many species in Equestria? You’ll get a ‘Trait’. It may be [PONY LOVER], [PEGASI LOVER], [UNICORN LOVER], etc. It signifies you have done the deed with that species. The more you do it, the higher its level, which will mean that particular subspecies will find you more attractive naturally thanks to your special circumstances, pheromones you’ll be emitting, and probably due to the fact that you will slowly act more natural and endearing without you noticing, if you do things right.. It will also add [MARE/STALLION CHASER], depending on who you banged, or even [FOALCON/MILF HUNTER/ADULTERER] or whatever other Trait you’ll deserve. Again, the previous laid rules applies. You can get Traits in many ways and they will be there to stay and to remind you of how far you have come.”

WAIT! Foalcon? Adulterer? What the fuck did that meant? Was he supposed to diddle a kid too?!

“Since ‘Options’ should be obvious (If you feel like you want to change how you perceive the world, but please, don’t fiddle too much), let us be direct here: Yes, you are supposed to ignore your preconceptions when it comes to this world, and also discard your morals.” All Evan could think about was ‘Shit’. “You have various objectives, and one of them will be to subdue those capable of ending your life here. In most cases this will mean Celestia, Luna, and whatever other beings are there. You MUST survive to save this world’s population, otherwise it won’t be only you who will suffer a ‘GAME OVER’ as it were.”

‘Oh, sure.’ Evan grumbled within his mind. ‘Why not put some lumps of pressure on top of it all eh?’

“Marriage, age, gender, etc. All that should be ignored. You are to use any means to get as many Equines pregnant. This, over time, with crossbreeding and your children helping manage the excess of magic, will save this version of Equestria. Of course no one is going to let you do that without some manipulation of some kind though, so you’ll have to do whatever it takes.” The voice was FAR too happy and eager for Evan’s liking. It basically told him to screw all he knew, valued and respected, and go on a fucking spree. “By the way, as an added ‘bonus’ for you to comply, your HP bar will drain whenever you aren’t having some ‘fun times’, and it will only recover fully the first time you do it with a different pony, with a bonus when you knock them up, the rest of the time it will only ‘heal’ you quite a lot, but not the whole thing. Just thought you should know since it probably won’t tell you if you hover over it.”

Okay. That? That was bullshit, and pure, unadulterated, abuse. Then again it didn’t mean he HAD to do it, but Evan was sure there would be consequences if he tried to ‘play’ the game he had been forced into and ‘cheat’ his way around this crap.

Problem is, Evan WANTED to live. This wasn’t what he had expected, or wanted, out of his fantasy, but it just cemented that he would be doing what was expected of him. Technically speaking he wasn’t going to be hurting anyone, just… bending a lot of rules and ignoring a lot of things that would just fuck him over back home, to say the least.

What other choice was there? Confess? If, IF, he was sent back and the voice didn’t lie, he would be… what? Unmade? Dead? Whatever it was, he didn’t want it. If he was imprisoned? Well, no sex would mean death.

Heh, death by ‘No snu-snu’. Fuck his life.

Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to croak. Not now at least. He had always wanted to live a long life, not forever, but long. Here, again, if what he was told was true, he would be able to live a long time, even help people (and fuck a lot too in the process). How long it took him to accept how things were going to go was the only question in his mind, as well as how much he was willing to change, and how fast.

But he WILL live and ‘Win’ this fucking game.

*DING*

‘It didn’t just do that.’ Evan let out a groan as he took the ‘magic’ (or whatever it was) window and went to Traits. ‘Of course it did. Why wouldn’t it?’ That groan came back, only this time it was loaded full of resignation.

Almost anyone with the simplest knowledge of how this things went would have done the same. Because now the ‘Traits’ section contained something he had just ‘earned’. It also probably had to do with the machine voice reading the description as soon as he hovered a finger over the damn thing.

-Minor Survival Instincts:

Rank: 1 of 1

Your prioritize survival and do what is needed when the time comes, but you won’t cross certain lines. This eases your mind towards certain moral decisions and actions when under pressure, but won’t aid you with something that otherwise have a greater, or harsher, impact on your mind (Such as ending someone’s life).-

‘Welp, you can fuck right off!’ Evan grunted within the confines of his mind, being anything but amused. ‘Still, I suppose it could be worse.’

“That should be more than enough time for you to accept how things are going to be. If not, well, tough luck.”

‘Oh, fuck you!’

“So let’s get to business.” The voice ignored Evan’s cursing of its name (whatever it was), and went on with its explanation. “If you aren’t in the Traits section, go there. If you are, good! Because we are going to spend some of your [POWER]. But don’t think you can just spend ALL you have! At all times you must have at least a quarter of the total on hand (Otherwise anything you buy will likely be useless), so now that you have a thousand to spare, you can permanently spend 750 to make yourself better. If you spend all of that, but want another 250 to spend, you will need to reach 1400 (total between already spent and what you have now). We won’t hold your hand though, so summon ‘Buy Traits’ with your mind and check what you may want to get. Remember this however: Some of them will also appear in the Skill tab, since they may need to use POWER during activation, or even consume permanent POWER! Don’t screw yourself up now, we don’t want you losing, do we?”

Evan wanted oh so much to just tell whoever it was to stick it up where the sun doesn’t shine, but at this point it was truly a waste of breath, or at least time. So what was there to do? Just think the stupid words and summon…

Well, that was a BIG screen with a lot of small boxes with names in them. There were dozens upon dozens of possible Traits to pick. It was both a surprise and an interesting, as well as absurd, thing to see. Hell, it made him laugh a couple of times. There were perverse things like ‘Addictive Cum’ of course, but other stuff such as ‘Pony Compatibility’ were far less clear until he hovered a finger over it, with ‘Hypnotic Touch’ making him raise an eyebrow. Hell, there were things like ‘Time Travel’ and ‘Morphing Touch’ that made him do a double take when he checked what they did!

Imagine: Time Travel allowed you to do exactly that, travel in time (Though only in this dimension. He was, of course, unable to go back home and ensure he wouldn’t get safted this way). Want to be Celestia and Luna’s daddy? Go back in time and fuck their mom! Want that stallion to be not so much a stallion? Morphing Touch to turn him all feminine and such and start developing breasts (udders), turning him into a sissy of some kind, with the added bonus of being able to knock ‘him’ up! That, and more, was there for him to buy and integrate into his body or ‘arsenal’.

But everything was kind of expensive. The least pricey stuff ranged from 100 to 250 or so. It was a tough sell… but his life kind of depended on what he bought, so he spent a few minutes looking it over.

Finally, he chose four.

Pony Compatibility was the first he bought, and for a good reason. It was the cheapest of them all at 50. Good that he did too, because the moment he bought it and lost that ‘power’, or whatever it is, Evan felt himself grow slightly faint for a second. This would repeat the next three times. The greater the cost, the more pronounced the feeling, but also the easier to ignore and overcome. It likely wouldn’t even be noticed latter on, if he ever had the time to get used to it.

But what did it do? Well, it allowed for him to have a small chance at knocking up ponies. In fact it was roughly around a 5% chance or so. The more times he did it with a pony, and tried to knock them up, the more ‘XP’ the Trait would get until it leveled up, making the chance raise. (Mind you that this worked with all Equine species, not just ponies)

Hypnotic and Pleasurable Touch came next. They were ‘cheap’ at a 150 each, but useful as far as he was concerned.

The first allowed Evan to make mental nudges when touching someone alive and smart enough (Things like wild animals, insects, etc, wouldn’t be affected). With words he could try to get whoever he was touching to think whatever he wanted, but it couldn’t go against the pony’s core beliefs, at least not until it was strong enough a skill as it consumed POWER, temporarily, while in use, with more POWER consumed the harder the idea you tried to plant in their minds was. On the other hand something they were already fantasizing about, or willing to do, would consume POWER far slower, or even none at all, if he was to ‘nudge’ them towards doing it. The effect would not be notices, and any changes treated as ‘normal’ by the one affected and those around them, as long as POWER wasn’t depleted during the action. If POWER was depleted though, the ‘spell’ could be noticed by anyone in close enough proximity and with enough magical experience to do so, with the ‘obviousness’, or the magical echo of Evan using the skill, being far ‘louder’ the harder the task at hand was. That meant likely alicorns, experienced unicorns and other such creatures could pick it close by if it was something small, or from Ponyville if he was really fucking someone’s mind.

Pleasurable Touch was just an ‘addon’ on the previous skill, so to speak. It made any touch he provided unto another to feel good, even pleasurable, or orgasmic, despite not touching erogenean sections of the body (such as sexual organs, for example). It also counted as a Skill and consumed POWER while in use, but in combination with Hypnotic Touch it made manipulating someone’s mind much easier and less harsh on both the user and the target’s mind. Considering Evan was here for sexual ‘gameplay’, this seemed like a no brainer. On the other hand, it was good in any situation without trying to change someone’s mind and being more ‘natural’ about it, though in a slightly cheaty way. Since all creatures are sexual in a way, this was a default ‘easy’ use skill, or so the description said, but it would be ‘harder’ or ‘easier’ to use the more sexually attractive/desirable Evan was towards whoever he was trying to turn on (with skill levels helping, of course).

Now, Addictive Cum was a bit iffy on Evan’s mind, but if he needed to screw to survive, and he needed to subdue those that can fuck him up (not in a good way), this was a good Trait on itself. It basically meant that whoever ate or took his cum anywhere on their bodies (though the effect was lesser if it didn’t end inside the body) would slowly grow to want it more and more. The effect wasn’t malicious however; it didn’t offer a pleasure high, or was unhealthy if not taken, but the affected would be thirsty for human cum first, specially his, the more the effect grew. If someone got hooked it would be far easier, or just as simple and ask them to fuck, to get them going. Since he needed to fuck regularly to survive, like a damn Incubus, Evan bit the bullet and took this without second guessing himself.

In the end Evan remained with 450 POWER, but wasn’t sure of what else to get. He had half a mind to get Morphing Touch, but its cost was whooping 450, though, much like the other two, any changes he made would just be accepted for everyone else. It was tempting as heck, but it consumed permanent POWER, and he wasn’t about to cripple himself fully even if he had enough to buy the thing.

He said and he meant it: He wasn’t going to croak. Screw what anyone else thought, Evan was going to keep on trucking. He just needed to be careful and… well, accept that he wasn’t going to be exactly ‘good’.

A little *Ding*, not as loud as the first, caught his ear. Instead of a Trait though, it brought that male voice back. “The M.O.C probably has decided you have earned yourself enough aids to have a chance if this message is still going, so let us talk about POWER, hmm?” While Evan would’ve preferred not to, he did kind of need to know about it. “We said that ponies, and any other species in Equus, uses magic to speed up their training, change, adaptation, etc. This is true, but they constantly gather mana around them, even when they don’t use it. A lot of this raw mana is dissipated and goes its merry way, more so in Equus whose magic is overflowing to the point of harming its creatures, such as this one. YOU are capable of absorbing that raw mana and turn it into POWER, though at a great loss, not that it will harm, or even bother whoever you’ll be having fun with. What you must know is that the first time, much like your HP, you’ll get all the POWER you can. Any ‘try’ after that will give you a fifth, or a tenth (if you go at it with them again the same day) of the original. We don’t want you ‘farming’ the same person, hmm? We need you to help all over the place after all. This means that the average pony will likely give you between 10 to a 100 the first time, then far, far less than that. Knock them up and you’ll be able to absorb a lot more! And yes: Every time you knock that pony you’ll get the same prize, though that would mean you lived long enough for your children to be born so you could knock them again. Let’s hope your picks allow you to become a good playa, eh?”

All things considered, that didn’t sound too bad. He could very well just have to affect a few ponies, maybe not too many. It could very well mean he wouldn’t have to be too much of a dick to ‘win’ the game and be left alone to live this new life of his.

Or, knowing how these things went, that plan would go down the drain right away. He opted to not hold his breath.

“Now, let’s talk objectives.” Of course. Luckily he hadn’t opened his mouth, but he was about to go ahead and apply foot, just in case. “Yes, you have to ensure this world doesn’t die, but we did speak about those that will screw you up if they can, either for personal gain, their belief in you being basically evil or plain bad, or any other reason they’ll use to justify getting you out of the way. If you are lucky, and better hope to be, you’ll be in a fairly standard version of Equus. If you are not? Well, best luck to you regardless. Your M.O.C can analyze the dimension fairly quickly and tell you what you need to know, that being the primary objective and any others you need to fulfill to get on top of everyone (Take it as you will) and keep this version of the world afloat. Most worlds have dozens of characteristics however, many not all that important, but they will take a lot of time to scan fully, so have patience and pray for mojo. That is all from us. So take care now, we want you succeeding, no matter if you aren’t exactly thrilled with us!”

‘Well, not like I can do much else, eh?’ Evan resigned himself. ‘M.O.C, scan… uh… ‘dimensión’?’ He thought, trying to not feel extremely stupid while doing so.

-Acknowledged.- Came the robotic voice in his head. A minute or so in silence, or maybe a few seconds, and its voice came back -Standard Equestrian dimension Type 2: Excessive magical exposure for the world. Damage done… 53%. Male birth rate decreased by an approximate 33%. Pregnancy chance in general decreased by 12%. Complete infection within one to two centuries. Damage done by then… Between 95% to 100%. Best estimations: Irreversible genetical degeneration and magical corruption within a decade after that.-

‘Jesus.’ Evan rubbed the bridge of his nose. ‘So they are REALLY fucked or someone is trying to sell this with all their might.’ He took a deep breath and went forth. ‘More information? Objectives?’

-Type 2 dimensión version A: Standard. Roughly one thousand years of life. Story is ten times as long in this version of Equestria. Celestia has been waiting for her sister’s return for nearly ten thousand years. Analyzing further data…-

Evan waited for a second, looking out the window. He was surprised when he saw ponies, pegasi in this case, flying by, only they were still. It was as if someone had frozen time. Probably whoever got this going. It wouldn’t do for him to be found talking with himself, or doing some strange things like checking a ‘magic window’, right? Besides, there were skills to tamper with time, this probably was nothing for whoever got Evan in this mess.

-Current [PLAYER] has appeared one to two months before Nightmare Moon’s return. Exact time inconclusive. Dimension type A, subtype C; lighter themed. Example: Applejack’s parents are still alive. Overall difficulty decreased.- Before Evan could even think ‘Hey, that is something good!’ the M.O.C crushed that hope and the very idea. -Dimension 1º Quality: 25a; Celestia’s mind is slightly unstable thanks to solitude. Scrutiny will be heavier. Trust from Celestia automatically decreased. Danger increased slightly . 2º Quality: 130b; Changelings are more prevalent. Chances of capture and being used by a hive have risen. Danger increased. 3º Quality: 6b; Competent Royal Guard. Most Royal Guards will be harder to manipulate, change, fight, etc. Thestrals are fully integrated and conserve military heritage. Pegasi conserve military heritage. Danger increased. Further qualities may be discovered. Complete Dimensional Name [Incomplete-More Data Required]: 2-A-c-25a-130b-6b-???. Total time until full scan: Unknown.-

By now Evan had his face on his hands and he was cursing his luck. What else was there? Oh, right, he wouldn’t know until WHO KNEW WHEN. Maybe when Nightmare Moon came and fucked him over?

-Main Task: Population Breeding.

Equines of all species are heavily infected with excess magic. In time this will result in the end of the species. Find and breed as many of them as possible by any means necessary. Failure will mean the end of Equine life in this world down the line.

• Number breed and number required: 0 of ??? (Insufficient data at the present time.)

Primary Objective 1: Subdue Celestia.

Celestia is the first hurdle in this world. She will not trust you readily and imprisonment, banishment or return to your world are all perfectly valid options to her. All of these will result in a ‘Game Over’ and your end, as well as this world’s own.

• Celestia’s Suspicion: 15/100
• Celestia’s Trust: -10 /100
• Warning! Celestia’s negative Trust grants 10% of its negative state (Currently: 1) of Suspicion per day.

Primary Objective 1 - Side Quest - Help Defeat Nightmare Moon.

Aiding when Nightmare Moon returns will ensure Celestia regains a reasonably ‘stable’ mindset, and it will greatly increase her trust in you, or maybe even lower it, depending on the outcome.

Warning!

• Nightmare Moon is a massive danger. You’ll need many skills, a great deal of luck, or ensure the right ponies are already with you (or simply prepared for her) for the gambit to work.
• Celestia’s damaged mind may not ensure Nightmare Moon’s defeat without outside intervention.
• ‘Ending’ Nightmare Moon in a way that harms, or eliminates, Luna will stabilize Celestia, but will have dire repercussions for you. It may even end in a 'Game Over' scenario.

Primary Objective 2: Survive Nightmare Moon.

Whatever happens, Nightmare Moon must not win. She will see through you within hours at best, minutes at worst, and will do all she can to use your power for her benefit. Failing to defeat her if faced personally, or failing to stop her from defeating the Element Bearers (If the group is formed, but something goes wrong), will end in a ‘Game Over’.

• Nightmare Moon may be defeated in many ways, not all of them positive. The outcome may greatly impede, or aid, your Main Task.

Other Objectives (Primary, Secondary or Side Quests) will be added when discovered/presented.-

Evan couldn’t take this shit anymore. He got up and literally screamed “Fuck this shit!” for all to hear. At least now he knew that there wasn’t going to be anyone coming over because they had heard him curse atop of his lungs.

He hoped so, at the very least.

But screw this! Was his life going to be a game? Fine! He could take it. Was it going to be a PORN game? He could deal with that too. Was it going to be a PONY porn game?! Screw you and everything you hold dear! Because he WILL do it. Was it a porn game with plot AND a chance of death? YES! And you know what?

It only made him harder!

Well, no, not really, but he was trying to get pumped. And you know why? Because life throws shit at you and no matter what you have to get up again, get ready and take EVERYTHING it can throw at you. EVERY. FUCKING. THI-!

“Oh! Um… sorry. A-am I… interrupting?”

Now picture this: A relatively toned young man, Evan specifically. Nude, more or less easy on the eyes, though diminished in that form thanks to his… eh… ‘less than impressive attributes’ in certain areas. He is posing, on top of a large, fancy bed, within a strange world, in front of a bubblegum pink princess that was looking at him with a mix of surprise, worry, and maybe the imperious need to hold her laughter.

Apparently the time bubble had decided to pop since the [TUTORIAL] was done.

So, what do we say to that, Evan?

“Fuck my life…”