There's a WHATquestria?!

Twilight sighed, surrounded by books. She glanced at one of the titles. Funne Trickes to Pox Ye Fellowes. Ah, they'd caught her reading that one. One of the "trickes" was to palm some leaves and animal droppings and then offer a shake. Your hoof would be protected by the leaves, but they would get poop-hoof. She'd have to teach Rainbow Dash that one.

She wriggled, tied around a pole in the middle of all these books. Poop-hoof would be a lot funnier if she wasn't currently in a peasant world that didn't know bad hygiene caused illness and not whatever they were burning her at the stake for. She looked down at her huge tits, held up in pretty pink with white hearts. At least the bra Titty Fluttershy made for her was comfy. Her tatas felt a biiiit warm, though, since a fire was starting directly underneath her and all.

"Burn th' Dark Meh's 'aaahlot!" their Bonbon cried in what might pass as a Trottingham accent in Applewood. "The fat of 'er tits shall fuel th' floimes!"

Twilight wrinkled her nose. "Am I really the sicko here?" she objected.

"Listen nout to 'er tongue o' looiiiis!"

Twilight sighed, looking out at the crowd who had come to see her humiliation. She smiled, seeing the spitting image of herself in a friar's tunic and pilgrim hat staring at her pale-faced, the other five peeking from behind her like a peacock's tail. Lest, we all look like Applejack, she thought. Wait a minute... Surely... She had an idea. A mean idea, but it was better than burning. "There you are, Twilight!" she called brightly.

The crowd backed away, gasping and hissing, staring at the other Twilight. She balked, leaning back. "By wot sorcery do you know my name and take this... this caricature of my form, demon?!"

Hmm, they haven't met changelings yet, she inferred. She frowned at her and tilted her head. "Whattya mean? Don't I take your form as part of our contract?" Twilight was very happy that she was not the Element of Honesty.

The crowd gasped again, and the other Twilight's eyes widened. She raised a shaking hoof, clearly panicking. "D-dare not to accuse me of consorting with you and your devils, witch..!"

"Need I remind you..." Twilight continued coolly - seductively - "... that if I burn here, you die too?"

The crowd roared, she saw a flash of light, and suddenly she was on her back in a dark, wooden room.

"Tell me what you are," the other Twilight demanded, and Prime Twilight opened her eyes to see she was leaning over her, magically holding a silver dagger ready to stab into her heart. Not that she needed to, as Prime Twilight almost suffered a heart attack right there. She froze, trembling in terror.

"Hold!" Applejack cried, seizing the dagger. "Are y'all quite mad?! Did she not jess say if she dies, you die too?!" She managed to mix her Equestrian accent with this goofy old-timer one.

Stabby Twilight stepped back at her anger. "I, I've made no contract --"

"So?!" Applejack continued. "She could've entrapped ya!"

"Oh ho ho!" Rarity giggled. "You two are but babes, easily fooled by a sorry trick. This mare is no demon, though I shudder to ponder what force has granted her such spacious tracts of land." Rarity enjoyed, of course, the most foppish accent out of all of them so far, fanning herself with a bat wing fan.

"Not a demon?!" Applejack cried.

"'twere she, would a little fire evoke her alarm?" Rarity rolled her eyes. "She used us to escape." She batted her lashes at Prime Twilight. "Now tell us, dear, why do you look and sound like our own Twilight, though of a quaint, whorish persuasion?"

Prime Twilight rose, sighing. "It turns out there are a bunch of parallel worlds each with their own Twilights."

"You lie," Twilight With a Hat accused, staying as far away from her as the tiny room would allow.

"Let her speak," Fluttershy commanded gently, and Pilgrim Twilight was silenced.

"I woke up to find myself in the body and the world of another Twilight," Prime Twilight explained. "I'm trying to get back home and swap back with her."

"And even were we to aid you," Colonial Twilight spat, "What makes you think we know of such eldritch vulgarities?"

"Because you're all witches?" Prime Twilight deadpanned.

They flinched, their faces pale. Their Twilight tried to defend, though she was clearly already defeated. "A... and what, pray tell --"

"My friends and I bear the most powerful magic in my world," Prime Twilight continued. "And the mare whose body I now possess has the most powerful in hers. So surely, you must bear the same in yours, thus there is no way you girls are not witches. I simply have to hope that witchcraft is not evil in this world, as the public seem to think it is."

They sighed, dejected. "You win, o shade of mine," Witch-Twilight conceded.

The girls erupted briefly into flames before their outfits changed to resemble what Twilight had worn during the Night of the Dancing Pumpkins, with their smart little cloaks and pointy witch hats. She smiled. "Wow, cute," she praised.

"Isn't it?" Rarity beamed, fanning herself giddily.

Twilight ran across the glowing laser bridge as fast as her stubby legs and big swinging tiddies would allow. "This is the worst anime!" she gasped, ducking behind a panel that mysteriously stuck up out of the side of the bridge.

"ORGANIC UNIT TT-ELE-001," came Celestia's voice in a monotone from the massive, vaguely-equine copterbot running its searchlight over the bridge to find her. "YOUR BEHAVIOR IS ILLOGICAL. SUBMIT TO ROBOTOMY AT ONCE FOR SURGICAL IMPROVEMENT."

"Nay," came Luna's autotune as her digitized, cybernetic face appeared on a massive wall monitor, separated from the bridge by a dark abyss. "Submit to DreamCloud installation at once."

"BACK - OFF - LUNA." Celestia warned, her copter turning and opening fire on the monitor with a minigun, shattering its glass and destroying the image. Twilight dashed out of cover at once, running to the end of the bridge and into a hallway as Luna blew a raspberry at her sister.

Twilight stopped, panting, and looked wild-eyed down the three paths at the intersection. It's all gleaming white panels, she fretted. And Starlight's never gonna find me and get me out of here. If I could hide and stay still, she could lock onto me. She dashed forward, praying she wouldn't run into a wall of those awful little turrets.

She ducked into the shadows under the stairs leading to a raised platform.

"Sister," came Luna's croon from a screen above the platform, "I have concluded that we are capable of satisfying both of our prerogatives."

"EXPLAIN." Celestia's voice came into the room alongside heavy steps. Probably one of those pony robots. Who did that one used to be?

"Pinkie Senses triggered!" came another voice from the robot. "Incoming doozy in fifty seconds!" Oh, well, that answered that. Twilight fought down her urge to find where they were keeping the information that allowed them to reverse-engineer the Pinkie Sense. She also fought down the urge to throw up, realizing she and all her friends had been mutiliated and turned into... those.

"The organic unit could be robotomized and consequently connected to DreamCloud wirelessly," Luna offered. "You would then be free to command her body while I utilize her cerebral processing. In fact, this could be done with all robotomized units. As their lingering consciousness would be distracted and soothed by DreamCloud, you would no longer suffer lapses in control."

There was a pause filled only with little beeps and ticks.

"THIS IS ACCEPTABLE." Celestia agreed. "I SHALL ROBOTOMIZE THE UNIT AND BRING IT TO A CLOUDDREAM TERMINAL. RETURN THE UNIT WHEN CONNECTION IS COMPLETE. IF I AM SATISFIED I SHALL SUBMIT EXISTING UNITS FOR SIMILAR TREATMENT."

"Thank you, sister. I will await your delivery." Luna droned emotionlessly, and the crackle of her monitor clicked off.

Are you for real! Twilight complained. The one time they agree on something and it's how to turn me into a metal zombie!

"UNIT 0-ELE-004," Celestia's voice sounded. "REPORT STATUS."

"Awaiting doozy," Pinkie's voice chirped brightly, if a bit tinny. "T-minus 20 seconds!"

"UNIT 0-ELE-004, CLEAR ROOM. NOW." Celestia commanded.

"A... Await... A..." Twilight winced as she heard Pinkie trying to resist the movement. Twilight heard her stumbling and then, with a crash, Pinkie tumbled off of the ledge and right in front of Twilight, looking away and not moving. Twilight repressed a gasp at the horrible dents she suffered and sparks that flew from her, an entire panel opening in the back of her neck.

"UNIT 0-ELE-004, RISE," Celestia commanded. "RETURN AT ONCE FOR REPAIRS." There was a static-laden sigh. "AGAIN."

"Doozy in five seconds," Pinkie insisted. "Four... Three... Two..."

Suddenly inspired, Twilight rushed forward and seized the black chip with the golden sun, pushing in the little lever thing and pulling with all her might.

"One..." The card came out with a cork pop and Twilight stumbled, falling onto her back. The card flew off and shattered against the wall like glass.

Pinkie slowly, unsteadily stood up as Twilight stared up at her in fright. She slowly turned, her eyes now black, with fiery blue-and-red rings where her pupils once were, staring dead at Twilight, who rolled over and prepared to run.

"... Thank you!!" Pinkie cried giddily, her pupils changing to show delight, and hugged her.

Six upright figures in cloaks stomped up the snowy mountainside towards a modest gazebo.

"Are we there yet," Rainbow Dash complained, hands on her hips, her wings buzzing like a hummingbird's and her tail and ears twitching impatiently.

"Rainbow Dash, does this look like the top of Feedback Mountain?" Anthro Twilight shook her staff at her. "We can take a break in this gazebo." Upon stepping inside, she turned and looked around. "Headcount. Who's got the feral?"

"Me," Applejack wrinkled her snoot, looking down at her, then pointedly away. "Them unrealistically-sized crotchboobs-a-hers're really gettin' ta me. Don't like 'em one bit, no sir..."

"Stop calling them that!" Prime Twilight complained, cradled in her arms. "I'm not rubbing them all over your body like you're doing to me with your spaghetti-arm-toes... by which I mean fingers. Gosh, can't you just call 'em what they are? Boobs? Lyra would do unspeakable things to you."

"Oh, let's not speak of Lyra," Rarity laughed. "And let's stop talking about things we don't like to talk about, hmm, Applejack?" She batted her lashes at her. "Set her down for a moment, you silly thing."

Applejack growled, but lowered Prime Twilight gently. She stepped out like a baby deer and stretched out her legs. Applejack sighed. "Why've I gotta carry her, anyhow?"

"Because she's too heavy for the rest of us, and Pinkie and Fluttershy have their own 'unrealistically-sized' problems to worry about?" Rainbow Dash sassed, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of Pinkie's boobs.

"H-hey!" Pinkie slapped her hand away.

"I mean they would prevent you from carrying that big-crotchboobed horse," Rainbow Dash tilted her head and raised her hands.

"It's true..." Fluttershy admitted, then jumped in alarm at the sound of heavy wings.

"Dragon..!" Anthro Twilight gasped. "Twilight, stay down! Girls, let's go!" Prime Twilight ducked her head and hid within the gazebo as the Anthro Six headed out onto the plateau. Oh dear, was that Ember they were fighting?

She poked her head out once or twice to watch the fight. As she sort of expected, Rainbow Dash favored hit and run tactics with daggers, which were probably not effective against dragons unless she could get the eyes or softer spots. Applejack relied only on her fists and hooves, to avoid risking shooting the girls with her revolvers. Pinkie had a box on her back from which she pulled cymbals, trombones, etc. to attack. Rarity had a simple fencing sword. And Fluttershy had these strange, stringed weapons she kept hidden in her long sleeves. Spinning, bladed things she could throw out to a distance and pull back without harming herself.

But Twilight? Twilight had a magic staff with a sword in it. She'd cast a few spells when she had the time, then pull the sword out and cut at the dragon's face a bunch until she got another opening.

Prime Twilight's eyes shone brightly. I gotta get me one of those.

Aaaah, Twilight sighed. So nice to let 'em breathe in a quiet moment. She set the bra aside and took a look around. Now where the heck am I.

She was in a large, dark room full of boxes, crates, and shelves - like the storage room of a department store, though stacked nowhere near so high. The only light was from the windows, and several doors led off to parts unknown.

She approached an open box and peeked inside, furrowing her brows. Dolls, she shuddered. I don't like dolls. Glancing at the wood blocks elsewhere in the box, she stepped away quickly.

She looked out the window and frowned. Surrounded by skyscrapers, she looked to be in the middle of a big city - Manehattan, probably - on the second or third story of a commercial building. I hope I don't get in trouble for trespassing, she worried. The crime rate here must be huge.

She spun around at the sound of a commotion outside one of the far doors, looking around rapidly for a place to hide - but before she could, the door burst open, and a green foal hopped in, mid-karate kick, freezing the instant he saw her.

He had a fluffy yellow mane, weightless, with spikes running up the back of his head like Scootaloo. A black domino mask graced his face, and a red cloak like a vampire's rested on his shoulders.

She stared at him, he stared at her. At her boobs. "Holy twin suns of Balus VII," he critiqued in Spike's voice.

"... Hum Drum..?" Twilight blinked.

"Girls!" Hum Drum yelled, reaching for his belt and leaping aside of the door.

"Wait-wait-wait --"

She yelped and jumped back, glancing nervously at the window, as a pea-green mare in an abhorrent skintight suit, white with purple arrows flattering her monolithic curves and pointing forwards, suddenly appeared in front of her face, leaving aftertrails between her and the door. Her amber hair and tail, both thin and lightning-bolt shaped, wobbled like a doorstopper. Her massive tits wobbled more-so. She looked her up and down, stayed looking down, and blinked. "Toysheep needs ta get laid," she said in Pinkie's voice but a mobster accent. "Did dat goomba really put her face on my body..." Twilight recognized her as Fili-Second.

Five more costumed heroes made their way rapidly into the room, quickly fanning out into what she presumed were tactical positions, and Twilight could hear what sounded like Applejack and Rarity arguing as two of them got stuck in the door together. Finally, they popped through together, and both stopped mid-step to stare at Twilight. They looked between her and the unicorn standing just a few feet away from Fili-Second.

She wore a velvet bodysuit with white boots, bearing the picture of glowing yellow hills. A white mantle hung over her shoulders, and her velvet face mask was capped with yellow goggles.

This mare, the Masked Matter-Horn, was a unicorn, not an alicorn, and shared what Prime Twilight's regular dimensions would be, most notably the extravagant size of her behind. In fact, while their colors and hairstyles were different, the bodies and faces of these figures perfectly matched those of Twilight and her friends in the other world. Unfortunately, Twilight was not quite clever enough to connect the dots and understand what this meant for her, as she was about to regret bitterly.

"U-um," Twilight offered nervously. "Y-you lovely ladies wouldn't happen to be the Power Ponies, would y--"

She didn't even feel it at first - she just suddenly lost her breath, her body jumping, and the entire world around her went dim, her mind numb and eyes wide and bloodshot. Looking down and to her right, she realized that Mistress Mare-velous was now standing next to her. She watched Mare-velous pull one of her hooves back and regain her balance in slow motion. Though she was the aggressor, Mare-velous's eyes slowly widened with surprise.

Too late, Twilight realized what Fili-Second had said. While the Power Ponies' most recurring nemesis was the Mane-iac, they had an entire rogues' gallery - including a creative fellow named Toysheep. In the kids' stories, he made little tanks and soldiers from wooden blocks who weren't much threat and acted like a spoiled child, but in the more "mature" stories he would make robots coated in painted wood, in the images of beautiful mares, using them as bodyguards, thieves, and even assassins. At least once, he'd attempted to replace one of the Power Ponies with such a machine. The Masked Matter-Horn, specifically.

Oh shine, Twilight internally whimpered in realization as the intense agony blossomed in her tits, nausea filled her entire body, and the world darkened further.

Then she stopped thinking and threw up.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Twilight shrieked, luckily collapsing away from her throw-up, rolling into a ball, writhing and jerking in pain like a rattling skeleton. "AAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Someone muffled her with some kind of cloth. She struggled to breathe through her nose when all she could do was exhale tormented roars through her mouth.

Twilight continued to scream into the cloth for she didn't know how long. Though her screams were muffled, her broken mind didn't hear the Power Ponies frantically talking to one another. She didn't notice Mare-velous sobbing into her hooves in horror and shame. She didn't even notice the cream mare with the green suit and the golden swirls becoming several times larger and, in a scary orc voice, gently scolding Mare-velous for what had just happened and instructing the others on how to treat Twilight.

Finally, after an eternity of mind-bending torture, she stopped screaming, struggling for breath, crying and in pain, the cloth - seemed to be some kind of giant cotton ball - still in her mouth. She was on her back now, on a rather nice cushion, and had the distinct feeling of coolness in her undercarriage. Looking down, she saw there was some kind of giant ice pack over her boobs. Of everything she had ever borrowed, she was returning this body or at least those boobs in the worst possible condition. Finally, her brain working, she was able to once again update her WORST DAY OF MY LIFE cabinet. The little Twilight in her head shook her head and tutted, leaving the cabinet unlocked as she walked off.

"Are you okay..?" she heard Fluttershy's gentle tones. She turned left and looked at her - she was back to normal - with wild, agonized eyes, biting on her cotton thingy. Do I daffodilling look okay, Saddle Rager? she thought.

"I believe thee not, Thoroscira," the blue-suited pegasus, Zapp, scowled at Mare-velous.

"I'm sorrryyyyy..." Mare-velous wailed into her hooves. "Sh-she looks jess like Trot! I kicked 'er right away, but they weren't made outta wood, they were soft, I, I'm hangin' it up, I'll never fight again..."

"I-it's my fault," Hum Drum sniffled, "I yelped, you all came running."

"Now, now, dear, we all thought she must be some kind of evil clone or another," Radiance soothed. "I've an idea. Trot, Thoroscira, you and I will stay here to care for the mare. The rest of you, move on and confront Toysheep. And don't kick anyone who doesn't attack you first! Especially not in the tits. Please."

"Agreed," Matter-Horn nodded. The others nodded and left the room. Matter-Horn sighed. "I'm terribly sorry about all this," she fidgeted. "But if you're not one of Toysheep's, what are you doing here? Who are you?"

Twilight spat out the cotton ball. "You're a superhero... so this should sound totally sane..." she began between sobs.

Prime Twilight sighed in complete relaxation. Sure, everything in this world was liable to try to kick her in the shins and/or tits. But she wouldn't feel a damn thing. The nerves in her tatas were on a long cooldown after that last world. Funny thing, they didn't show any bruising - they were just a bit swollen.

Her good mood suddenly vanished as the sky turned black and thunder began to strike, followed by a light drizzle. Protective instincts triggered at once; she needed to get the fillies indoors. They might get rained on. Or maybe a dark wizard was attacking this darling place...

"Oh dear," came the crooning voice of an older filly - but not a filly, for a little blue goat was standing at the top of the hill they were walking around. "Have I rained on your..." she had a bit of trouble trying to hop up onto a rock, getting halfway there with her back legs flailing, then eventually scrambled up. "Have I rained on your picnic?!"

Twilight glanced around. Her heart sank at the looks of fear and horror on the faces of the Filly Six. She furrowed her brows. "Girls," she stepped forward, "Maybe you should me handle --"

"No adults!" the goat whined, stamping her feet, and Twilight froze. W-what the..? Some strange force was preventing her from taking any further action. How powerful was this little goat..?

Tons of cute cartoon skeletons burst forth out of the ground. Little bitty ones whose heads barely came up to her chest. "Bother bother bother," the skeletons chanted, waving their limbs around indiscriminately, but ignoring Prime Twilight. "Bother bother bother."

"Eeeek!" Filly Rarity shrieked as the skeletons half-heartedly poked her. "Skeletons are icky! Make them go away! I'm going to get cooties!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha!" laughed the little blue goat, raising her bearded chin with a big proud smile. "Tremble in fear, o Elements of Everything Nice, as I cover your world in cooties! You'll never know peace again! Every tea party! Every slumber party! Every dance party! All will be full of skellingtons!" She blushed, covering her mouth. "U-uh, I mean, skeletons."

"You're gross, Gina!" Filly Twilight accused with a straight face, pointing at her past the skeletons. "You won't cover Fillyquestria in your gross nasty boyishness!"

"B-boyishness?!" Gina leaned back, self-consciously touching her beard.

"That's right! Boyishness!" Filly Twilight repeated, jabbing the hoof again. "You don't like bright happy things and you don't take baths and you dig up gross dead ponies!"

"Excuse you!" Gina protested. "Just because they're skeletons doesn't mean they're dead ponies' skeletons!"

"Wha," Filly Twilight blinked, confused. "That doesn't make any sense. You don't make any sense."

"I don't care," Gina huffed. "And I do too take baths. I'm just not afraid of a little dirt like you losers are!"

"L-l-l-losers..?" Fluttershy's eyes watered.

"I dig rocks," Rarity pouted.

"I dig fields," Applejack pouted.

"I dig Gina's cool bell," Pinkie smiled.

Prime Twilight watched all this with fascination. The girls didn't seem to really be in trouble. Gina's skeletons weren't really attacking them, and it seemed all she was doing was crashing their parties to be a jerk. Heck, they were squabbling like siblings while they were at it. Also, while she was perfectly able to back away, she found herself unable to come any closer than where she was standing. I hope they don't hurt each other, she fretted.

Then she saw the fillies line themselves up in an all-too-familiar way. Oh! She thought, her full attention on them. I wonder... Do they actually have a power..?

"Sugar! Spice! Bunnies! Ribbons! Dolls!" Filly Twilight called, respectively getting the attention and the glowing of Pinkie, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity. "And... Prettiness!" She finished, rising up with them and glowing.

"Why do you get to float and glow and stuff," Gina frowned. "Eep!" She looked around for something to dive under as the girls fired a rainbow up into the sky that spiraled back down towards her head. WHOMP.

The sky became clear again and Gina was now flat on the ground, scowling and grumpy, but dressed in a frilly white and pink gown.

"I'll take that," Rainbow Dash chirped, swiping the bell off her neck. "Yoink!"

"H-hey! That's mine!" Gina complained. "Give it back, Rainbow Dash!" She attempted to hit Rainbow Dash with her head, but the pegasus flew up into the air and blew a raspberry at her. "Mooooom!" Gina whined, stamping.

Suddenly, the barrier blocking Twilight broke, and she stumbled forward. As she did, Rainbow Dash froze, slowly dropping to the ground and looking sheepish.

"Girls," Twilight recovered and looked them over, "Is anyone hurt?"

They all shook their heads and looked away.

"Rainbow Dash, give Gina back her bell, please. Gina, please don't summon any more skeletons."

Gina swiped back her bell as Rainbow Dash hoofed it over, then pouted. "B-but I like skeletons--"

"Thank you, Rainbow Dash. Gina, not around the other girls, alright?" Twilight compromised gently. "You can have fun with your skeletons, but the other girls don't think they're fun."

"Okay..." Gina sniffled. "... nobody has fun around me..."

"That's because you're gross," Filly Twilight sneered.

"Twilight," Prime Twilight said firmly, making the filly jump and freeze. "That's not nice. Please apologize to Gina."

"B-but --"

"Twilight." she repeated.

"... I'm sorry," Filly Twilight relented with her head low.

"Thank you, Twilight," Prime Twilight smiled. "Let's head back to Canterlot."

"Awww," Gina protested, "But Celestia hates me."

"Celestia hates skeletons," Filly Twilight corrected. "But Luna loves 'em... I think."

"She does?"

"Uh-huh," Filly Twilight nodded.

"Should I show her my skeletons?" Gina asked, her head down and her hooves pigeon-toed.

"I think you should ask her first," Prime Twilight reasoned. "Let's head back home."

"Yes, mom," the fillies and goat sighed, and began to follow her back.

"Do you really think my bell is cool?" Gina shyly asked Pinkie.

"Yuppers! It makes a nice noise!" Pinkie answered.