CYOA: Next in Line

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3

This whole thing is nonsense! Time to break out. But what tricks will you be using?

Your choice:
1) Why do you have so many weapons?

5

"No." You shake your head along with that. "No trucks or any other vehicles."

"Okay!" She tosses the paper. "That's half of it right there. If you weren't hit by a truck, that makes this short. Did you arrive here intentionally, or, um, an accident?"

She inclined her head at you, nose quivering in little sniffs. "We get both sometimes. Mistakes happen, I know the feeling."

You select:
1) Choice.
2) Accident.
3) No idea!

6

"Oh, sorry." Derpy places a big final stamp with a hoof press. "Well, um, thank you, for being patient. As an accidental visitor, you are hereby certified as a refugee."

She pushes away the clipboard and ducks down to fetch up a dangling badge. "Put this on." She offers it to you. "This lets everyone know to be extra nice while you get used to things. Oh, if you want assistance in moving on to another world, just ask!"

The badge looks like a pegasus from the front, their wings curled upward around an emoji face with a single tear falling down its cheek.

You ask if going back home is an option.

"Afraid not." She lifts both hooves in a grand shrug. "With the time differentials involved, even if we got you home, it wouldn't be the home you're hoping for. Stay, or move along. Now, me? I say you should look around first! Maybe you'll like it, or not. The offer's open, so what's the harm?"

She offers a hoof towards you. "Either way, welcome to Equestria, and I hope you have a lovely time for however long you're here."

You:
1) Move for the door for Equestria proper.
2) Have questions for Derpy. She's so cute!
3) Please send me along.

7

A world of little horses, while cute, isn't what you were looking for.

You ask Miss Hooves if she can send you forward.

Derpy both looks at you and past you, her eyes unaligned. "Aw, really?" She waits a moment, then nods. "Okay!"

She points the way to a large circular room just off the one you're already in. "Just go in there and when it flashes, you'll be on your way."

Muffins waves gently. "Good luck. Next!" Her eyes turn to the next in line.

Finding the room isn't hard, with it being in plain view. You navigate around the other desks towards it at a steady pace.

Inside is more like a round elevator, with stainless chrome interior in all directions but the way... Oh, no, that way too.

The door closes behind you, sealing you in the chrome chamber. "Transportation beginning shortly" advises an unseen voice.

Shimmers gather at the bottom before with a great flash you are gone.

Faint bits of ash settle for a pony to clean up with a dustpan.

The end.

8

"This may come as a surprise." She stomps a stamp that leaves a truck icon on the page. "But that happens more often than you might think!"

She leans forward at you with hooves together. "Now, I know this may be personal... But I do have to check. Were you hit on accident... or were you trying to end things?"

Derpy waves it away suddenly, blushing furiously. "Listen to me! Sorry, that sounded so awful."

"If it helps, that isn't a problem around here. But, I do hear it can be other places, so I was checking. Sorry, the form."

1) Accident.
2) Suicide.

11

With her buried under the desk, her furry rump wiggling in the air, the coast is clear!

You casually snatch the first thing your hand lands on. A portrait of Miss Hooves and a smaller pony. A child?

Cute, but you put that back.

An envelope catches your eye. It has a big official seal of Equestria on it, along with Secret stamps.

You should not be looking at this.

But you do. Flipping it open, you scan the words quickly. It seems visitors are checked for if they're accidental or not. Accidental arrivals are marked as such and given a chance to live among the ponies, as a pony.

They hadn't mentioned that part!

Those that show signs of violence... Oops!

You can hear your interviewer recovering. You can only really do two things.

1) Confront Derpy about what you just read.
2) Pretend you saw nothing.

12

You pull out your dagger and set it on the desk. "Thank you, so--"

She doesn't get to finish, as you draw your pistol and set it neatly, facing neither of you. "Oh, great. The--"

You draw a second dagger from your boot and put it next to the first.

"Is... there more?" Sweetie is peering at you skeptically. "Are we done?"

You bring your hands together gently. "There are some weapons I can't put down. But I imagine that's true for you too."

Sweetie's ears pin back a moment before she laughs tensely. "You have a point. I have no weapons, but I couldn't say I'm unarmed. Fair." She brushes the weapons aside and out of the way.

"You are a warrior." You don't offer an argument. "I can respect that, but what kind of warrior? This world, the one you're trying to get into, is not like the one you're leaving behind." She leans back in her chair, prompting a squeak.

"But I'm getting ahead of myself. Why don't you tell me about your world?"

You:
1) Tell her about a cruel world where the strongest survived.
2) Tell her about a fairly normal world. You just like being prepared.

13

You raise your hands, quickly assuring her that you mean platonically. Just getting to know Derpy would be nice.

Derpy smiles at that, tension leaving her. "That's really nice of you. Tell you what..."

She thrusts a hoof in a pocket and produces a card she slides ahead on the desk. "Keep that on you. It'll let me find you. Now go on past the door!" She points at the door everyone seems to be working towards. "I'll see you on the other side."

She winks with a happy giggle. "Next!"

The card has her name, and a number. It wasn't the right number of digits for a phone number. Then again, how did pony phones work? You'd find out, in theory? Also on that card is a bright icon of Derpy's cutie mark.

All that was left was to head inside. You ask Derpy not to work too hard, but it's time.

You:
1) Head through the door.
2) Get cold feet, can you know more before you go through that one-way looking door?

14

The tunnel door looms ahead, a gaping maw leading to the unknown. As you approach, the chatter of the waiting crowd fades, replaced by the thudding of your heart. Gripping the handle, you pause - once you cross this threshold, there is no going back.

With a deep breath, you pull the door open. A warm breeze caresses your skin, carrying earthy scents of hay and flowers. Stepping forward, the door swings shut, enveloping you in darkness. You feel your way along a winding passage, one hand trailing the rocky wall. Up ahead, a faint light appears, silhouetting a tall archway.

You pass beneath the arch and blink at the sudden brightness - you're in a cozy room filled with soft grass and sunbeams. Across from you stands a smiling pony, sky blue with a rainbow mane. "Welcome," she says in a melodic voice. "Are you ready?"

You nod, words failing you. She directs you to lay in the grass, and you comply, cushioned by the soft tufts. Closing your eyes, you feel a tingling warmth spread through your body. The pony begins to sing, her voice undulating hypnotically.

The tingling intensifies, vibrating your cells. Your limbs feel fluid, shape-shifting. Hooves sprout where hands once were, legs morphing, spine lengthening. Fur ripples across your body as your neck stretches upward. The song crescendos and you feel your essence transferred into this new form.

With great effort, you rise on all fours, legs wobbling. The pony guides you to a clear pool. You gasp at your reflection - a chestnut mare with a chocolate mane. The pony rests a hoof on your withers. "Welcome home," she whispers.

You test each leg, then coil to look back at your rump. It's blank.

"Don't worry about that." She touches her snout to your newly fuzzed cheek. "It'll come when you're ready. When you've found your place. There's no rush... We can wait."

She giggles, noticing your warmed cheeks. "I meant that as a new friend, nothing more. I'm Sassyfrass, by the way. I'd ask for yours, but the one you know isn't the one you're keeping."

Surprised, you ask about that.

"No no. You're a pony now. You'll pick a pony name. Again, no rush. Get your hooves under you. A new world awaits, and we're ready to help you every step of the way."

However strange that new world was, she wasn't making it sound bad.

Maybe this new world wouldn't be so bad?

Sassyfrass notices your gaze wandering. "Ready to take a look around?" she asks with an encouraging smile. You nod, curiosity welling inside you. What wonders await in this strange new land? What friends will you make?

As she leads you toward the doorway, you feel a nervous excitement building. Your old life is gone, and you are no longer who you once were. But as you take your first wobbly steps into this vibrant pony paradise, you sense hope and opportunity shining as bright as the guiding sun above.

The end.

15

Derpy's eyes go wide, then soften with empathy. "I'm so sorry," she says gently. "That must have been an unbearable pain, to lose hope like that."

She places a reassuring hoof on your hand. "But I want you to know - you have a second chance here. Whatever drove you to that brink, you can leave it behind."

Derpy gestures around the bustling hall. "This world can be a fresh start. And ponies believe every life is precious. So you'll find only kindness, never judgment."

You feel a lump form in your throat at her words. For the first time in years, you don't feel so alone. This quirky little pony somehow understands.

Derpy smiles warmly. "Now, let's get you registered as a refugee. Don't worry about the forms! Consider it done." With a flourish, she stamps your paperwork and grins. "Ready for a new life?"

As you approach the door, a second pony slides in next to you. "One warning."

A warning? Of what?

"That isn't an escape here." She circles in front of you.

"You're in it for the long haul. Now, I like to think Equestria's a nice place, worth the effort... But this is your last chance."

She points to the chrome chamber to the side. "You can move on." She turns to point at the door everyone's waiting to enter. "Or you can go on, and know that was your last chance. You live this life to the end, or not at all. Which will it be?"

You:

1) Enter the Door
2) Move on from this world.

18

Derpy's cheeks flush a vivid crimson as she stammers "Oh... Um, thank you for being honest." Fidgeting with her hooves, she reaches for a big yellow button on the desk. "But I'm not qualified to help you with what you need."

She glances around nervously as if afraid others might have overheard. "S-someone will be here soon!"

Moments later, Fleur De Lis trots up, posture perfect and head held high. Her immaculate white coat seems to glow in the light streaming through the grand stained glass windows overhead.

"Oui?" Fleur asks in a refined accent, batting long azure lashes. Her voice is like honey - sweet and smooth.

"H-hello!" Derpy greets the taller pony awkwardly. "They are feeling..." She drops to a hushed whisper. "...Libidinous." A fierce blush blooms under her yellow fur.

"Ah..." Fleur nods knowingly, unfazed. With graceful steps she begins leading the way, hips swaying. "This way, s'il vous plaît. Such feelings are natural, we do not judge." Her words resonate with wisdom and warmth.

Fleur guides you to a simple wooden door and turns the knob with her gilded horn's magic. "We will talk privately, and if you wish, do more..." She winks coyly, long lashes fluttering. "I promise to be gentle, unless you would prefer otherwise?"

The scent of lavender permeates the cozy room as Fleur De Lis sways in, her hoofsteps muffled by plush carpeting. Soft candlelight casts a warm glow on the intricate wood furnishings and silken pillows artfully strewn atop the bed. A gentle breeze ruffles the gauzy curtains over the open window, where the last amber rays of sunset can be seen kissing the rolling hills.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," Fleur purrs, levitating two glasses of ruby-red wine onto the ornate side table. Her half-lidded azure eyes seem to gaze straight through to your spirit as she gives a coy smile. "I can sense your hunger. We need not deny our cravings here in Equestria."

With a flick of her horn, quiet music begins flowing through the space - a sultry jazz number punctuated by the trilling of a saxophone. She sips her wine, full lips leaving a perfect impression on the glass's rim.

"Now then..." she breathes, moving closer until her floral scent overwhelms your senses. One hoof delicately traces your chest. "Tell me your deepest desires, and we shall explore them together."

Outside, the last traces of daylight surrender to a moonless night. A new adventure beckons within these candlelit confines, where judgment holds no dominion and pleasure is paramount. What will you choose to indulge? The options in this room are limitless.

You:
1) Focus on fun.
2) Ask her about her.

19

Derpy gasps. "Oh! Poor thing."

She reaches across the desk to pat at you with a gentle touch for a hoofed creature. "Well, then the first, obvious, question is this."

Derpy takes a slow breath, then points at herself. She blinks her wide eyes and flashes a bright smile. "Is this the world you want to be on?" She angles her head slightly. "Most of us look like me, um, without the wall eyes, sorry... We're ponies. Um... We do have some dragons, and griffons and things, but you're crossing into pony lands, so mostly ponies."

She takes a slow breath. "So... if you don't like what you see..." She spreads her wings. "Then you're going to see even more of it, so... Let me know! If you don't want to be here, just head over there."

She points to a bright chrome area. "We can send you on your way."

Derpy clops her hooves. "Or! We welcome you as a refugee, and you get to meet so many new pony friends. Which sounds better?"

You:
1) Move on.
2) It's pony time!

20

You turn back to ask Derpy more questions, but she has already disappeared behind the towering stacks of paperwork on her desk, eagerly helping the next visitor in line. Her bubbly voice fades into the din of the crowded chamber.

You stand aimlessly amidst the streams of diverse creatures shuffling to and fro. The vaulted golden ceilings tower far above you, sunbeams filtering down through intricate stained glass windows. You feel small and lost in this glittering world.

"Excuse me." You turn to see a taller pony behind you, her coat a regal purple, her mane dark with streaks of pink. She has both wings and a spiraled horn, with a gleaming crown resting upon her head. Her violet eyes are kind and earnest. "You look a little lost. I'm Twilight Sparkle." She extends a hoof in greeting. "Can I help you find your way?"

You shake her smooth hoof, dwarfed by her graceful frame. She seems caring and sage beyond her years. As other travelers race past in a blur, you sense Twilight may be the guide you need in this strange new realm.

Taking a deep breath, you explain your situation. Twilight nods along thoughtfully, humming as she listens. You feel calmed being heard and understood.

"Well, I'd be happy to help orient you to Equestria and show you around." Twilight smiles warmly, placing a reassuring hoof on your shoulder. At her invitation, the bustling hall seems a little less chaotic.

"Now, we're not in Equestria proper, I should warn. This is... something of the entrance lobby." She points to the door most are waiting to enter. "All who pass through there join us entirely, as ponies. We welcome them as new brothers and sisters, to live a life of love and cheer." She skips a bit in place. "But protecting that means filtering those who come to their proper place. Now..."

She turns towards you. "What questions did you have? I am happy to sit with you as long as we need."

You:
1: Proceed through the door.
2: But I want to be a human, please? I'll be good!
3: This doesn't sound like my kind of world, can I move on?

Author's Note

This chapter is different. You can ask Twilight anything, here in the comments, and she will answer as best she's able. Once you're satisfied, you can pick up above.

22

"Alright, pony it is." She smirks faintly. "My favorite. Now, you're not going down the tunnel behind the door." Agent Sweetie Drops rolls her eyes. "That's for normal people. It conditions anycreature into being a very happy little pony. On the plus side, it means no mental breakdowns."

She prods you at the hip. "But you're already on our side. You'll learn to pony the hard way, but it means you keep your identity intact." She flicks an ear back. "Technically, it means you'll always be a little alien, on the inside."

She shrugs. "Last chance, we can send you down the normal tunnel. If so, we'll scoop you up after you get there and settle in. If not, you take the back door."

She turns to look at a simple wooden door. "This one right here. You step through, you end up in S.M.I.L.E. HQ. I'll be your boss. You'll learn how to operate as a pony and beat bad things up to keep everypony else safe. Fun, right?"

What about other humans that need Sweetie giving interviews?

"Time is strange in here." She rolls her eyes. "I'll be back just in time. I always am. So, which'll it be? Go in full pony, or keep that human brain in a new fuzzy skull?"

She leans forward at you. "Most don't get that option. We reward those who risk their all for Equestria."

You:
1) Take the tunnel.
2) Hop into S.M.I.L.E. HQ.

23

You step through the portal and are blinded by sunlight streaming through towering stained glass windows. Getting your bearings, you realize you now stand on four wobbly hooves in the center of an ornate marble hall. This is no secret base - you are in a grand castle throne room.

At the far end sits an immense winged alicorn pony, white as snow, who gazes down with an imposing air. "Welcome," she bids in a magisterial voice that echoes off the vaulted ceilings. Her jeweled hoofsteps ring out as she descends from the throne, her ethereal rainbow mane wavering.

With a pop, Agent Sweetie Drops appears beside you. "Our newest recruit," she announces, then whispers "Sure we can't have them?"

The towering alicorn waves a dismissive hoof, golden shoes glinting. "Equestria has need of them. I had hoped a pony of alien mind would come sooner." She looms nearer, her presence both beautiful and intimidating.

"Equestria faces grave threats. You may be the solution we need." Her piercing cyan eyes seem to gaze straight through you. Dappled sunlight filters through the stained glass, bathing the hall in prismatic hues. What have you gotten yourself into?

"You've already sacrificed much coming this far," the alicorn says, her voice echoing around the vaulted hall. "Complete this task successfully, and you will never lack for anything - this I swear."

She steps closer, her lavender eyes locked with yours. "Brave warrior of a distant realm, listen closely..."

The alicorn describes a grave threat facing Equestria, a wrong that must be righted. It sounds daunting, but achievable. With your unique skills, even transformed, you are the best chance to succeed where ponies alone cannot.

You stand tall and affirm your willingness to take on this vital mission. For your new home and its people, you will face the coming challenges without hesitation. The alicorn sees the resolution in your gaze. "Then go forth with our blessings."

As you turn to leave the gleaming throne room, a sense of purpose lifts your hooves. Far from home, you have found a new cause to fight for, filled with possibility. Come what may, you will prove yourself worthy of the faith placed in you this day.

The End, or really, the beginning, but that's another story entirely.

25

Twilight nods thoughtfully as you explain your wish to stay human in Equestria.

"I won't force you to change your form against your will," she says. "But there must be ground rules." Her horn glows as she levitates a scroll and quill.

"First, you must respect pony customs and live in harmony." She jots a note. "Second, no violence or aggression towards ponies." Another scribble. "Third, you will check in with me regularly so I can monitor your transition."

Twilight taps the feather quill to her chin. "Oh, and no revealing sensitive information about Equestria to outsiders." She adds one final point.

"Follow these terms, work with an open heart, and you may stay as you are." Twilight smiles warmly. "I'm glad you chose our world. It won't always be easy, but together we'll make it work."

She holds out a hoof. You shake it gladly, gratitude welling up. You've been given a chance - that's all you ever needed.

"Now then! Let's get you settled." Twilight rolls up the scroll and tucks it away. "I can't wait to show you around." She leads the way through a different doorway.

It doesn't result in your becoming a pony, even if the nature of the world does seep into you, leaving you feeling... hopeful. It is a magical world, and you were to take part in it.

Twilight cheerfully leads you through an arched doorway into the sunlit streets of Ponyville. As you pass over the threshold, a tingle runs across your skin - the magic of Equestria gently embracing you.

While your form remains human, you feel the essence of this whimsical realm seeping into your spirit. A lightness lifts your steps, optimism rising in your outlook. For the first time in too long, you have hope.

Twilight points out the sights - cozy shops, a bakery, the schoolhouse - with enthusiasm. Ponies of all colors and types wave in friendly greeting. You realize after the first time you eagerly run your deft fingers over a quivering ear that your service scratching behind ears will soon be in high demand.

But you welcome the forthcoming requests - this community has already begun accepting you as one of their own. Their gentle joy is contagious. As Twilight shows you the path to your new home, you breathe deep the sweet air.

Finally, you have found where you belong. In this magical realm, you are no longer just surviving - you are living. And you can't wait to see what adventures await you in your new life among the ponies.

The end.

27

Seething from the humiliation and violation of having your weapons confiscated, you vow to make Agent Sweetie Drops pay. As she drones on with her questions, your mind races with schemes for retribution.

Perhaps you could overpower her barehanded - but no, the royal guards would intervene swiftly. You analyze the room for anything you could use as a weapon or tool but find nothing of value.

You'll need to play it smart and bide your time. Feigning cooperation for now, you provide innocuous answers with a look of contrition. Sweetie seems satisfied, for the moment.

They'll be watching you closely, so any plans will require great subtlety. As you leave the stark interrogation room, the beginnings of a plot take shape in your mind. It will take patience, but you pride yourself on your persistence.

One way or another, you will catch Agent Sweetie Drops unaware, and only one of you will be walking away from that encounter. For now, you'll be the model citizen of Equestria. But when the time is right, vengeance will be yours.

As Sweetie Drops leads you down the hall, lecturing sternly, a forgotten sword catches your eye. Before the guards can react, you seize the weapon and whirl to face them.

The unicorn guard attempts to yank the blade away with magic, but you slash him viciously in response. He cries out and stumbles back, bleeding. The other guard flees in terror.

Weapon in hand, you advance on Sweetie Drops with murder in your eyes. She stands her ground, glaring fiercely. "Drop the sword, now! Don't make this worse for yourself."

You laugh coldly, drunk on a sense of power. With a savage roar, you charge forward and swing the blade down towards Sweetie's neck.

At the last second, she deftly sidesteps, expression grim. You feel a sharp pain as her hoof collides powerfully with your stomach. The wind knocked out of you, you double over and the sword clatters to the floor.

Sweetie looks down at you, more disappointed than angry. "You had such potential, but chose hatred's path. Our world has no place for one fueled by violence."

As your vision darkens, you hear her order the guards to send you back through the portal. Though rage still simmers in your veins, a flicker of regret stirs deep down. You chose pride over hope, and now have condemned yourself.

The end.

Or is it?

You awaken in a dark room with a voice chuckling much as you had. "Lost to those damn ponies, did you? We can get revenge. I could use someone violent... A real scrapper. Join me and we'll make them pay for messing with us!"

The end.

30

After much thoughtful discussion, you and Princess Twilight mutually agree that Equestria may not be the ideal place for you to settle.

"Every creature deserves to find where they truly belong," Twilight says with wisdom beyond her years. "I'm glad we took time to understand your needs."

She escorts you to a chamber guarded by armored pegasi. "This portal leads to new realms - ones that may better suit your spirit."

You thank Twilight sincerely for her compassion. She warmly wishes you prosperity in finding your purpose.

Stepping into the portal, rays of light envelop your body, filling you with tranquil energy. Your molecules disassemble as you are transported across the cosmic fabric.

In a flash, you rematerialize on a whole new world with its own wonders and challenges.

Twilight's horn glows as she cleans the dust left behind by your travel. "Another day, another creature."

The end?

31

Swept away in the moment, you and Fleur share an evening of passion, her alluring floral scent and the soft music enhancing the experience.

As you lie entwined afterwards, she traces a hoof along your chest. "Equestria prospers, but our population growth has slowed of late."

Fleur smiles coyly. "Perhaps you can help with that, mon chéri? More foals would secure our future, and I foresee us having beautiful children together."

You feel hesitant, not expecting this invitation. As... fun as that had been, making a habit of it? Sensing your reservation, Fleur takes your hand.

"I know your heart now - you will be a wonderful parent when the time comes. But first, simply enjoy yourself here! You need not decide this minute."

She gazes at you adoringly. "I see much promise in you, my dear. Our paths were meant to cross, of this I am certain. Now come, we have a whole night ahead to celebrate fortune's gift!"

As she pulls you into another passionate embrace, you lose yourself in the moment. Worries of the future fade away. Tonight, nothing exists but your entwined forms and racing hearts. Everything else can wait until dawn's first light.

"Mon ami?" she calls from an attached kitchen. "Oui! I thought I heard you awaken. Don't be startled." She gestures towards your lower half. "While I enjoy your fingers and frame... If you are to be a virile male stud, we had to make a few... adjustments. Please do not be upset."

It would seem you wield the reproductive systems of a pony. You are entirely human besides that, but she meant what she said. "You will be our stud, quite literally. I am not the only mare that wishes for your company, hm? Our world is gentle and sweet, and this I love, but it does not always lead to as many foals as one would want, especially in a world so... how do they say, industrialized? Oui, that is the word."

It would seem Equestria needs a few people that think with the tool they gave you, and you've been recruited for the task. "Tu seras aimé, I promise that."

The end. 💝

32

You decide to confront Derpy, producing the letter that revealed all immigrants become ponies in Equestria. "You didn't mention this. I don't want to be turned into a pony against my will!"

Derpy's eyes go wide. "You weren't supposed to see that!" She sighs. "I'm sorry, it's normally a wonderful surprise."

She gives you a pleading look. "Our world can only stay happy and harmonious if everycreature is united. Please, give it a chance before you judge."

You give an annoyed sigh, finding it hard to stay frustrated with the cute and innocent Derpy. She seems to mean well, even if she hid the whole species conversion aspect.

When you ask what if you enjoy Equestria but don't want to become a pony, she fidgets her hooves nervously.

"Well...not everycreature gets ponified," Derpy admits. "Some become griffons, changelings...or even stay as they are." She glances away, blushing. "I wasn't trying to deceive you...I'm just not very good at explaining things."

You sense Derpy genuinely wanted the transformation to be a pleasant surprise, not a deception. And alternatives do seem to exist, even if pony is the most common result.

Seeing her anxiously awaiting your response, ears drooped, you find your irritation melting away. You can tell Derpy meant no ill will - she just wants visitors to experience the happiness Equestria brings.

You reassure her you know she didn't mean any harm. There are still details to understand, but you're willing to keep an open mind. Derpy brightens immediately, grateful for your patience. Perhaps there's hope you two can see eye to eye after all.

"Okay!" She drops down and comes up with a golden stamp. "For being a good sport." She stomps it down with a heavy thunk. "There, now go through the tunnel and think about what you want to be really really hard. It'll happen. Um..."

She leans in. "It has to be a creature that exists on Equestria. Trying something else means it'll make you what it wants, which means a pony."

Derpy bursts into giggles. "Pony is still an option. Just imagine the kind of pony you want to be. Welcome to Equestria!"

With all things settled, it's all up to you. You'll enter Equestria on your own terms.

The end.

33

You glance scornfully at the stone-faced royal guard unicorns, armed with gleaming spears.

"I'm forced to disarm while you keep weapons? Why the double standard?" you demand of Sweetie Drops.

She sighs, maintaining her composure. "The guards must carry arms to face external threats too dangerous for hooves alone. But within these secured walls, your deadly tools pose unnecessary risk."

One guard thumps the butt of his spear in warning, glaring from beneath golden helmet. Sweetie Drops clears her throat. "I suggest you not challenge those trained since birth to protect Equestria."

Turning back to you, Sweetie extends a hoof. "The choice remains - will you abandon instruments of harm and embrace harmony fully?"

You eye the proffered hoof as the stoic guards continue scrutinizing you. "A weapon is a weapon."

Sweetie nods, turning from you. "A weapon is a weapon." She lashes her tail as she walks away from you. "And no weapon is needed right now."

"Tell that to him." You hike a thumb at the guard.

Sweetie slowly turns back to you. "You are something else... I swear... Does you being the only unarmed creature bother you so much?"

"It's just one step, one long step down a dark hallway." You don't move at all. "If they think that's alright, they probably think a lot's alright. Sounds, to me, like ponies don't think too highly of much anything else."

Sweetie pauses, evaluating your words. The guards stir uneasily as the standoff lingers.

"It seems distrust runs deep within you," Sweetie says. " Ponies value life and liberty greatly. But yes - we put community wellbeing first."

Her teal eyes bore into yours. "The spears safeguard our harmony. your daggers only endanger it. Do you grasp the difference?"

You cross your arms. "And if you deem me a 'danger' down the line? Then what? Spears turn my way?"

Sweetie stamps a hoof, frustrated. But she composes herself. "None are judged hastily here. But nor can we tolerate open threats."

Approaching you, voice low, she asks, "If you saw a child threatened, and could save her only by lethal force, would you?"

You nod slowly. Sweetie gestures to the guards' spears. “They safeguard the innocent. But their steps are not taken lightly, unlike yours.”

She extends a hoof, brow furrowed. “I ask again in sincerity – will you join to protect, not destroy?”

You smirk like a cat that just saw an unguarded bird. "You're not innocent. There are no innocents in this hall. Either we all go unarmed, or we, like adults, trust each other as we are."

Sweetie's teeth clench all the harder.

One of the guards lowers their spear, looking ready to fight, but Sweetie steps in, sweeping the guard back. "Stand down... I hate it, but he's not entirely wrong. There are no innocents in this hallway..." She eyes you with a glare. "Put your weapons away, all of you."

The guard hesitates, sharing a glance with the other, but they both set their weapons down and step on them.

Sweetie rolls a hoof at you. "Your turn. We did our part. Put up, or shut up, as they say."

You smirk with satisfaction as Sweetie concedes, ordering her guards to disarm.

Sweetie turns to you expectantly. "Well? We upheld our end. Will you honor your word and shed weapons freely now?"

You know she has you rhetorically trapped. Refusing would reveal hypocrisy you called out in them. Yet an instinctive distrust of these strange, forceful ponies gives you pause...

With a theatrical sigh, you draw your concealed blades one by one, letting them clatter loudly to the floor. The guards watch tensely but Sweetie signals them to remain still.

Finally, you raise empty palms. "There. All gone." You pace around Sweetie. "But I don't need steel to be dangerous..." Leaning in over her shoulder, you hiss, "Remember that, pony."

She stiffens, squaring her shoulders. You smile innocently as you return to face her. "So! We were talking about protecting harmony?"

Sweetie snorts, unable to hide a wry smile. She may yet warm to your roguish audacity. For now, princely decorum restored, discussions proceed less hindered by lingering weapons or egos. "Just to be clear." She turns away. "I am just as dangerous as you imagine yourself to be. Come."

She leads you down a few winding hallways, to where they can send you where you will be most useful. There will be fights ahead of you, but the ponies will cheer you on, from a distance.

The end.

34

"Very well, human it is," Sweetie Drops declares, a hint of reluctance in her voice. She seems skeptical you can properly blend into pony society but accepts the arrangement.

"As a bipedal anomaly, your movements will be strictly limited and monitored." She passes you a badge emblazoned with the acronym S.M.I.L.E.

"This grants passage through secured checkpoints to sanctioned areas. But stray outside town, cause unrest, or draw attention..." She draws a hoof across her neck sharply. The message is clear.

"For your safety and ours, your presence must remain covert." She leads you to a concealed tunnel. "I'll train you in shadows where prying eyes won't disrupt harmony."

You clip on the badge as she describes your forthcoming missions against threats to Equestria. It will be a solitary existence chained by secrecy. But protecting this sugar-spun world grants meaning after lives wasted in chaos.

Some freedom is a small price for purpose and companionship. Descending into the darkness, you're ready to serve your new home from the margins.

The end.

35

Swept away in Fleur's beauty and the romantic ambience she's created, you readily accept her invitation for physical intimacy. Questions about her past can wait - for now you simply crave her floral scent and sultry voice beckoning you toward ecstasy.

She leads you to silken pillows by the fireplace, grape wine still sweet on her full lips as she presses them to yours eagerly. Time blurs as your intertwined forms move as one to soft jazz filling the candlelit room.

Limbs entangled, racing hearts harmonized, you explore pleasures long foreign to your weary soul. Here, only connection matters - not the mysteries still swaddling this alluring pony.

As she guides you over the precipice toward bliss, the last flickering embers cast her in ethereal silhouette - an angle of delight offering deliverance from the pains of yesterday. Those old burdens drift away on the lingering violin notes echoing through the velvet night.

You find her to be a steadfast companion, gently cuddling you despite it being over. Does this mean she's hoping for more?

"If you like." She kisses your cheek. "But only if. You were a male in need of... What we did, so I gave it. Do you feel better?"

You do, and you admit as much. You never imagined yourself doing that with a pony before.

"And before this place, I had not envisioned myself alongside such a creature." She nuzzles into your neck. "I am not displeased. I hope you are not either?"

Pleasantly surprised, you assure Fleur you don't regret what transpired whatsoever. You never pictured such a bond with a pony before arriving here either.

"I am glad," she purrs, azure eyes warm with affection. "At first, assisting you was merely duty. But I confess you awoke something in me as well..."

She trails a hoof slowly down your chest. "I have only known ponies until now - yet with you I felt what poets describe! If you are willing, I should like to explore these feelings further."

You trace your fingers through her wavy pink mane as she nuzzles closer. Just a day ago this world was alien, but connections bridging divides now flourish under starlight's glow.

Fleur's graceful frame fits snugly against yours, your racing hearts still unified. As she plants delicate kisses down your neck, a laugh escapes your lips. "What has this marvelous place awakened in us both?"

In velvet tones, she whispers, "I cannot say, but I know I wish to find out."

She was quiet a moment before she sighs. "I must confess mon amor... I have been keeping a secret." She sits up, looking down at you guiltily. "I did not do this for fun."

It was her job, right?

"More than that..." She puts a hoof at her belly. "Our world, peaceful as it is, is in trouble."

Fleur leans in so close, her sweet breath washes over you. "We are so happy, we will smile ourselves to death. There are less foals every year, and none will cry. We will pass without a single complaint. I do not want that."

She reaches back, rubbing her rubs and down towards her rump. "What you did, perhaps it will quicken. I am ready to do that, my little part... But there are so many who will not, pleased as they are."

You listen with growing unease as Fleur reveals her overtures carried ulterior motives.

While her actions came from administrative duty, not personal desire, you feel discomfort at being an unknowing means to an end. Sensing this, Fleur takes your hands pleadingly.

"I did not only feign caring, my sweet. You have moved me deeply. But yes, we face slow extinction from our overcontentment without new bloodlines."

She gestures to the vibrant night around you both. "All this beauty fading unless some put harmony aside for raw nature's role...I could not let bliss blind me, non?"

Stroking your face, she adds gently, "Yet still I saw your kind soul beyond mere physiology." Fleur smiles sadly. "Can you forgive me for mixing affections and obligations? I never wished to offend..."

Looking into her eyes, you see authentic affection tinged with diplomatic remorse. But what can you do? What does she ultimately want? She certainly got it from you already?

"Non." She smiles, sitting up. "I do not want this one night, nor does Equestria. I want to ask, and for you to answer. Give me permission, oui, and you will be our stud. Your life will be long and good, with whatever mares wish you. Surely there are many worse fates, non?"

She curls a hoof at herself. "I would wish, if you would have it, that we remain together. As friends? As more? That is your decision."

Peering into Fleur's hopeful eyes, you realize this goes beyond a singular tryst - she's inviting you into an extended role serving Equestria's interests. As a valued stud bolstering the pony population, paired with willing mares.

The offer gives you pause - while intimacy with multiple partners holds surface appeal, deeper motivations skew the dynamic. Yet Fleur emphasizes consent - you must grant permission freely. Perhaps in time her request won't feel an emotional burden...

Sensing your hesitation, she takes your hands. "I ask only while Equestria needs help, however long that may be. In return - comfort and friendship without judgment."

Tracing your fingers, she adds softly, "I cannot force this fate upon anycreature...but I believe we could find happiness together in it."

Could this arrangement accommodate affection while aiding struggling ponykind? Her sympathetic eyes hold space for you to process it all - no pressure, only patience and empathy for your conflictions.

Who could say no to such an enchanting creature?

The End.

36

Sweetie Drops cocks her head, surprised when you politely refuse her proposition to enlist with the covert defenders of Equestria. She scrutinizes you closely.

"Might I ask what gives you pause? Most visitors find joining our cause deeply meaningful."

You explain that while you admire their mission, such cloak-and-dagger work seems ill-fitted to who you hope to become in this new world. Your talents lean more creative than combative.

"I see..." Sweetie taps her chin thoughtfully with a hoof. "Well, I won't twist any arms. "Forcing the role would only breed misery."

She gestures you to follow towards a different tunnel. "If you seek a gentler purpose here, I know some ponies who should meet a soul of your sensibilities."

You walk in amiable silence until emerging in a vibrant forest glade dappled with sunlight. Vivid birds flutter as Sweetie introduces you to a group of artists crafting imaginative nature sculptures.

One gives you a block of marble and chisel. "Care to try?" she asks with a smile. As you take the tools, you feel possibilities awakening. This land offers many paths to meaning - some yet unimagined. But now, where creativity and community converge, your true calling stirs...

It may not be the art, but it wouldn't be S.M.I.L.E.

The end.

1

You stand in a massive stone hall, sunlight streaming in through towering stained glass windows. An ornate sign overhead reads "Welcome to Equestria" in gleaming gold letters. The room is filled with a diverse crowd - humans, creatures of myth, and beings from worlds beyond.

Some sit in neat rows of wooden chairs, patiently waiting their turn. Others mill about restlessly, conversing in languages both familiar and alien. At the front of the hall is a long reception desk staffed by colorful ponies.

You've been standing in the winding line for what feels like hours. Your feet ache against the polished marble floor. Just when you think you can't wait any longer, a voice calls out "Next!"

With a sigh of relief, you step up to the desk where a grey pegasus mare is seated. She has a messy yellow mane and warm gold eyes behind oversized glasses. Her name badge reads "Muffins 'Derpy' Hooves" in a bouncy font.

"Welcome to Equestria!" she greets you cheerily. "I need to ask you a few questions before you enter."

As Derpy fumbles with stacks of paperwork, you glance back at the chattering crowds behind you, then up at the vaulted golden ceilings far overhead. This is it - your chance to finally experience the pony world you've dreamed of.

Do you:
1) Wait patiently for Derpy to recover.
2) Start examining her desk for useful things.
3) That's it, lost my patience!

Author's Note

As I noted in the description of the story, you can click an option if it's there. If it's not a link, say it in the comments to get me to make it a proper link with proper content.

2

You wait patiently, watching with amusement as Derpy frantically flaps her wings, sending papers flying in all directions. The unfinished stone floor of the hall is soon littered with scattered documents.

Other visitors in line chuckle and murmur as the clumsy pegasus fumbles about, her hooves slipping on the forms. You notice the pudgy little pony has cute, wall-eyed gold irises barely visible behind oversized glasses that keep sliding down her snout.

After a few minutes of chaos, Derpy finally recovers the specific paper she needs and pops back into her seat with an accomplished grin.

"Sorry about that!" She adjusts her askew glasses and tidies the mess of rainbow hair poking out from her nurse's cap. "Now, let me just find where we were..."

Derpy clears her throat and smooths out the crumpled paper, squinting at the tiny text. "First question! It's an important one. Were you, by any chance, recently hit by a large moving vehicle resembling a truck?"

She peers up at you expectantly through her thick lenses. In the bright sunlight streaming through the windows, you notice a faint scar above her left eyebrow.

You ponder the odd question. Why would she need to know if you were struck by a truck? Does it have something to do with how you arrived in this world?

As Derpy awaits your response, you hear murmuring from others behind you, also curious about the nature of the inquiry. You open your mouth to answer...

You answer:
1) Yes
2) No
3) Patience lost, rawr!

4

Pulling free a handgun, you direct it at Derpy's head. "This stops. I'm walking past you. Got a problem?"

Derpy squeals, backing away and knocking over her chair in one motion.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. It's just a few questions."

Even as she shivers like a leaf, you're busy getting out something a bit heavier. A nice solid semi-automatic rifle is what the situation calls for. "Everything in here get down."

You let off a few shots in the air to make sure they know you're deadly serious. "I'm headed for the door."

You can see the door, it's right there. People who finish being interrogated get to go through it.

You plan to be next, marching with purpose and glaring at anyone that crosses your path.

"Stop right--" You put a few bullets into the guard. One thuds into his armor, leaving a nice dent. The other two pierce blooded holes straight through his fuzzy form.

"No." As if you'd stop for some little fuzzball guard.

But you can't move. You can't shoot.

You're glowing, and some larger pony is approaching you.

"You have been found guilty," determines the dark blue alicorn. "And I will carry out the sentence." She tosses her head, sending your rifle flying away.

With a second sharp flick, she launches away your pistol, then a knife, and your other weapons one by one. "You are not welcome in Equestria. I send you back to the void you came from."

Luna ends the situation before any other ponies or other creatures can get hurt. Well, except you.

The end.
Return to the start?

9

You reach a hand across the counter. "You look so overworked. Can you spare a moment to just talk?"

"We're already doing that," she cheerfully points out as if maybe you hadn't noticed.

"I mean without work in the way." You wave over her form. "You're a very cute pegasus."

Derpy bursts into giggles at that. "Aw, thanks!" She gives a little wave, blushing. "I appreciate that, but you're not even a pony. You are a whole other... everything."

She flicks her tail behind her through a gap in her chair. "Silly. Now, there's another visitor right behind you."

She throws her head to indicate the person behind you. "I should get to them. So let's make this fast. I don't mean to be rude, honest!" She coughs into a hoof. "I do have to ask one thing though, since it's come up. Are you asking out of a platonic desire for friendship, or is this more of a libidinous urge?"

She sounded like she was reciting a specific word she was instructed on there, rather than one she'd ever use organically. "I need to know."

You reply:
1) Platonic.
2) Libidinous.

10

You plunge into darkness, your chair giving way beneath you. Only a moment later, you land in a new chair in a room that is far smaller and far brighter.

A different pony is watching you. "I am Secret Agent Sweetie Drops."

She clops her hooves together. "And you came here on purpose. One, a point for honest. But two, points off for being a potentially hostile invader."

Sweetie Drops points to herself. "I'm in charge of making sure bad things don't walk through our door. Candy?" She nudges a butterscotch towards you across the table. "I'm thorough, but not a monster."

She coughs to herself. "If you fail my questions, I will send you on to the next world. Best of luck there. Now... Before we start, I should explain a few things." She reaches up and pulls down a tab that reveals a map of Equestria.

It has more cities than one might have expected. It's a more modernish Equestria. "Your expression implies you were expecting a different map. Interesting. We are an advanced species, we ponies. We know about dimensional travelers, and can protect ourselves from them."

She points at you. "This includes you, depending on your answers. First question! More of a request, really." She plunks down a plastic bin. "Place all your weapons here."

You:
1) Place all your weapons there, or have no weapons to place.
2) Refuse to put all your weapons there.

16

You explain to Agent Sweetie the hellscape you had escaped from. Being so armed was the only way to survive, and only the strongest could raise to the top of that pecking order.

She nods along with your words. "I see, I see... Quite a trip." She taps her hooves together lightly. "This is a very different world. We actually have a word for the strongest who rise among the strong, who are sure that strength is how one remains at the top.

They do? You ask what that word is. Hero? Champion?

"Villain." She brings a hoof down, depressing a button that wasn't visible a moment before. The room fills with rainbow hues. It's all terribly girly.

In the end, Sweetie Drops is left with a new statue of a surprised human. She sighs and reaches for her intercom. "Statue in need of storage. Be gentle."

She released the talking button. "Here's to hoping your reformation shapes up while I'm still breathing. I'd like to chat."

The end.

17

The air hangs heavy and still, with only the faint electric hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Agent Sweetie Drops nods along in the stark metal chair, her purple coat stark against the concrete walls.

"I understand conflict is often necessary," she says, swishing her pastel purple tail. The only decorations in the bunker are maps marked with potential threats.

"Equestria is full of ponies enjoying life in blissful peace. But even our haven has shadows."

She clops over to the largest map, studying it intently with sharp teal eyes. "We maintain a few covert agents, to counter dangers before they reach our citizens."

Turning, her badge glints in the harsh light. "It's a hard path, with no glory. But you'll be saving untold innocents." She gestures to a photo of smiling schoolfoals.

"You are a fighter," she says, sizing you up. "Now I must know - who do you battle for?" She extends a hoof, eyes burning with purpose. "Will you join the silent war for Equestria?"

Her words hang in the stagnant air as the lights flicker ominously. Somewhere deep in the earth, old pipes clank and shudder.

You:
1) Sign the dotted line.
2) Decline.

21

You meet Sweetie's hoof in handshake. "Fantastic. Let's start with the good news."

She turns, her pastel tail swishing as she leads you down a dim passageway. Ancient pipes line the rocky walls, dripping condensation that echoes through the still air.

"You can stay as you are - as an agent, you're already a state secret. But personally, I'd go pony." She glances back, teal eyes glinting in the shadows. "I'm biased, but you'd always be an outsider otherwise."

Sweetie sighs, her hoofsteps clopping on the concrete floor. "No hero of Equestria should have to live like that. Still, your choice."

You enter a small room, bare except for a metal table and chairs. She settles on her haunches with a squeak of protest from the chair.

"Training and equipment provided. As a pony, you'd get paid to spend how you please." She eyes your human shape. "As you are, no pay. We'd arrange necessities."

Sweetie grumbles, examining a scuff on her hoof. "Accidents happen in this work. If family survives you, they'd be cared for." She meets your gaze. "I could die here too. Welcome to the job!"

The flickering bulb above buzzes as Sweetie awaits your response. Somewhere deep below, machines thrum relentlessly. Condensation drips down your neck - the air hangs heavy with uncertainty.

"Well?" Sweetie asks. "What'll it be?"

You:
1) Pony.
2) Something besides pony.
3) Remain as you are.

24

"What about me, you ask?" Fleur says in her melodic voice, batting her long lashes. "Well, I was but a simple pony back in my belle village. I had no grand ambitions beyond the next meal or dance."

She swirls the wine in her glass, gazing wistfully. "But destiny, she had other plans. I found I had a certain...skillset that was needed here." Fleur winks, eliciting a blush.

"I enjoy the arts - music, painting, poetry. Anything beautiful." She levitates over a record, placing the needle down with care. Soft violin strains fill the cozy room.

"And pleasures of the flesh, but done with taste." Fleur traces a hoof down your arm. "Life is to be savored, n'est-ce pas? But enough of me." She leans in, her floral scent enveloping you.

"Tonight is for you. So tell me..." She nibbles your ear. "What desires have you locked away, yearning to be freed? I am here to grant them. There is no judgment, only joy within these walls."

The record spins, music swirling hypnotically. Fleur awaits your response, her half-lidded eyes drinking you in. What will you share in this confidence? The night stretches before you, full of possibilities limited only by your imagination.

You:
1) Want to know more!
2) Well, since she's offering...

26

Sweetie Drops narrows her eyes as you decline to hand over some of your concealed armaments.

"Come now, there's no need for those here," she presses, gesturing firmly to the bin meant for your weapons.

You stand firm, keeping several small but deadly blades and devices secreted on your person. You insist certain tools are necessary for your trade.

Sweetie snorts in frustration, then whistles sharply. Two stern royal guards trot in, clad in golden armor. "I hoped to avoid this, but you leave me no choice."

The guards move with precision, quickly surrounding you. The guards quickly surround you, immobilizing your body and confiscating your most dangerous items over your protests.

Sweetie scrutinizes the pile of hazardous objects with an impressed eyebrow raise. "There, now we can chat in a civilized manner."

The guards release you but stand vigilant nearby. Begrudgingly, you realize further resistance is hopeless against these trained warriors. As Sweetie begins her interrogation in earnest, she leans back in her chair. "No weapons are needed here. this is a safe place, assuming we keep weapons like that away..."

You:
1) Ask about the guard's spears.
2) Plot your revenge.

28

"More about me?" Fleur chuckles, her voice melodic. "I am but the frame, darling. Tonight the focus is your portrait."

She refills your wine glass, lavender eyes warm. "Tell me of your home, your dreams. What passions stir your spirit?"

As she nestles closer, you feel yourself opening up. You describe your world, your interests, what brings you joy and sadness. Fleur listens intently, guiding the conversation with thoughtful questions.

Time seems to slow as you talk late into the night. At some point Fleur begins gently running her hoof through your hair as you speak. Her floral scent and the crackling fire lull your anxieties.

When your yawns finally prevail, Fleur lays you down tenderly on the plush pillows. "Rest now, mon cher. We have all the time in the world." She nuzzles you as sleep takes hold.

You feel truly heard and understood, perhaps for the first time. As you drift off, you sense this is the beginning of something profound. There will be time later to learn more of Fleur. For now, you need only know she sees your soul, and embraces it.

Fleur rises, leaving you sleeping peacefully. She poked her head out and waves at a passing guard. "Mon ami, my guest, they were in need of a companion, not passionate amor."

The guard inclines her head. "Do they seem hostile, or nice?"

Fleur smiles at that. "They are gentle and sweet. They asked about me, and spent the evening sharing nothing but gentle touches and words. They will not do for ze program... But I nominate them for immigration, oui?"

"That's a shame." The guard nods. "But also good. I'll pass on your certification. Your word goes far, Fleur."

Fleur brings a hoof to her lips, tittering. "You flatter me."

But the guard wasn't lying.

When you awaken, you are allowed into Equestria on your own terms, in the form of your choice. You already have one friend waiting for you.

The End.

29

Sweetie Drops raises an eyebrow as you request to join her elite unit not as a pony, but as a griffon. She seems skeptical that this form would be optimal, but acquiesces.

"I suppose we can't judge books by their covers. Let's see what you're made of, griffon or not."

She leads you to a chamber where a majestic griffon silhouette glows on the wall. As you enter, waves of energy pour over you, reshaping your body with tingling warmth. Feathers sprout across your skin where fur isn't erupting, claws lengthen from your fingers, and giant wings unfold from your back.

Emerging from the portal, your enhanced eyes adjust quickly to the dark bunker. Powerful talons clack on the concrete floor as you stride on lion-like hind legs. You ruffle your eagle head's brown feathers and flex your sharpened beak experimentally.

Sweetie circles you, inspecting your transformed physique with an appraising eye. "Well, you certainly look formidable. But we need more than might - show me agility and cunning befitting our covert protectors."

She is happy to follow after you, barking commands and taking you through your paces. Being a griffon is new... But not bad. Flying ranks pretty high on the desired list, and what's wrong with claws ready to tear a face off if the need arises?

Yeah, and griffons get paid, so there's that. Equestria might not be a bad place to be.

The end.