TranformationView OnlineThe Smarty ComplexTranformationTwilight Sparkle flipped through her books, the smell of dry parchment gave her a euphoric sensation every time she was graced with the opening of one of her tomes. Beautiful, calm strokes of ink glided across pages, giving windows into the writer themselves. Oh how she loved books, full of learning and information, full of life and interest. She would get lost in the simple immersion, the gleeful sensation of reading. She dove into them, becoming surrounded and immersed inside their beautiful, beautiful words. She pulled one from the shelf, a purple aura commanding the book to move as if by hoof. She let out a sigh of glee, placing herself upon the plush softness of her blue couch. She propped it open with her magic. Becoming one with her simple tomes. She gazed at the title. “Basic animation , oooh, this is interesting.” She said, her voice flowing like fashioned silk. She ran her hoof along the paper, feeling the soft paper rub against her hoof, she smiled happily and began to read. However, after only the mere first sentence, s loud wooden thud invaded her ears. She groaned, placing her book down. She Trotted over to the door, her hooves rapping on the wooden floor. She briskly opened the library door to find pinkie pie, her mane in more disarray than usual. Her eyes were bloodshot and sweat was pouring down her pink coat. “What in the name of celestia happened.” “Need... GASP...help...GASP...Pumpkin...GASP...turned...GASP...Gummy...GASP...into... GASP... plush toy, now she’s...GASP...Chewing on his...GASP...head!” Twilight’s jaw dropped to the floor as she heard the news. Pinkie leaned against the rough brown bark of the tree, getting a precious moment of air. The cool air penetrated her lungs, filling and expanding, as she fed this precious oxygen through her blood to her brain, muscles, and other areas. She sighed, savouring this air as a pony savoured water from an oasis. “In short, I need you to bring something unfamiliar to her that she’ll want to suck on more than gummy while I devise a plan.” “Well...I was actually reading up o-” Twilight was met with a pink velvety hoof pressed against her lips. “I can figure this out!” “Ok...then?” She blurted vexingly, confused as to why pinkie was being so stubborn, yet, then again, she had been before the first time she foalsat for the twins. She sighed, and nodded approvingly. Pinkie jumped up, obviously back to her normal, energetic self. She burst into the tree, tilting her head this way and that, looking for a toy for the little foal. Her nervous hoofsteps echoed through the atrium of the large angel oak tree. She began biting her hoof, sweating profusely at the idea that even Twilight had nothing. That was when she saw it, a small grey burlap toy, with stringy hair and a quill in hoof. It was perfect.She raced up the steps without a second thought, while Twilight was still looking about for a teddy bear she swore she saw the other day. Pinkie went up to Twilight’s Memory chest and pulled the old toy out with her teeth, feeling the rough burlap against her lips. “Ey Wiwigh, I Furnd Suming I Curld Uurse!” She said, her voice muffled by the toy.With that, she galloped out of the house, not even thinking about Twilight, or what the toy could possibly mean to her friend. Twilight turned back to the Library to find pinky gone, and sighed, plopping down on the soft reading couch. She sits back down, and props open the book, a sense of nerdy euphoria tingling up her spine. She begins reading the introduction, sinking into the beautiful ocean of language and words. Meanwhile at sugarcube corner, pumpkin cake dropped Toy gummy to the ground, quickly picking up Smarty pants, the foal cooed, pressing the toy against her orange coat. She hugged the toy, and began to suck on Smarty’s hoof. Pinkie sighed and smiled, but then gazed at the gummy plushie, mouth open and eyes fixed in a fearful gaze. Pinke sighed and picked up gummy, his now felt scales softly touching her hoof. Pinkie skipped out of the room, leaving the twins to Carrot and Cup cake. Pinkie pie thought desperately for a way to turn him back, since pumpkin wouldn’t. Hey, twilight could! She thought as she bounced down the cobblestone streets of ponyville, confetti literally coming out of nowhere behind her. She bears a bright smile of pure elation. She knocked on the door with five sharp thuds. The door swivels open off of Pinkie’s hoof and Twilight gazed towards Pinkie. “Hello.” “Hey Twilight, I need help, can you turn gummy back into a living alligator again?” “Course, In fact, I was just reading up on animation spells.” Twilight then realized what the worst case scenario could have been, and reeled back, heart pounding like a hummingbird behind her purple coat. “Say, you found a stuffed animal, right, which one was it?” “Oh, it was just some burlap things with button eyes and stringy hair holding a quill!” Twilights jaw dropped, and she seriously thought she was going to have heart palpitations. Her eyes squeezed up, and she only gazed at pinky, dumbfounded. “Do.You.Know.What.That.Toy.Was.” “Nnnnnnnnope!” “Smarty pants.” Pinkie’s entire form deflated like a balloon to the stiff cobblestone street, she instantly inflated again, but looked down at her hooves, forlorn. “Sorry Twilight, I didn’t know It was Smarty Pants.” “Lets just turn gummy back, okay.” Pinkie nodded and looked up at her friend. “Alright, let me see him.” Pinkie looked down again. “One problem.” “What is it?” “I...I left him at sugarcube corner.” “I don’t see that as much of a complication.” “With pumpkin cake.” “Oh.” Twilight muttered, and sighed loudly. “Let’s just go.” Twilight strained, trying to pull smarty pants out of pumpkin’s mouth with her magic, but pumpkin countered with her unfiltered magic and biting ability. The unicorn braced herself, continuing to pull, but soon, she gave up, slumping down. She plopped down of the carpet, saddened. Pinkie leaned down to pumpkin cake. “Now pumpkin, you made auntie Twilie sad, do you like that.” Pumpkin just stared at her, loudly sucking on one of smarty pants’ hairs. Twilight braced herself, and pointed at Gummy. "Alright, stand clear." She warned. Twilight began to perform the spell, a bright light emanating from her horn as she did so. Pumpkin cringed as the bright light met her eyes, she began to cry, confused at the situation going on. Her horn flared with a light blue aura, as she began to lift the nearest object to her, smarty pants. The burlap toy lifted from the ground. And Twilight, blinded by her spell, was aware of the crying foal, but not the toy floating in her vision. When her horn had channeled enough energy from the magical aura from the area to cast her spell, she thrust forward, focusing all of her energy at the point, which she thought was gummy. Her magic overtook the doll, spiraling like silk into a cocoon around Smarty Pants. Twilight fell like a stone to the floor, blackness overcoming her vision. “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Twilight was awoken by a loud cry, she rubbed her eyes, and called out to pinkie pie. “Pinkie, I thing Pumpkin needs a diaper change or something.” She muttered tiredly, her vision still blurry. “Pinkie?” She called, She sighed, realizing she was probably gone partying. She found the blurred image of a bottle of milk and grabbed it with her magical aura, she found the source of the crying, and without thinking much of it, plopped the clear bottle into the foals’ suckling mouth, satisfied with the ending of the crying. She wiped her eyes, clearing her vision. She looked down at the floor to see what she expected as Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake, but instead of two foals, she found three. She gazed at the floor dumbfounded, as she saw gummy, still frozen in his wide-eyed gaze, sitting as a plushie, covered in the saliva of pumpkin cake. Pound cake was hitting his blocks gleefully, Pumpkin was sucking on her favourite butterfly. And another foal simply sat sucking milk from her bottle. She gazed, wide-eyed at this new foal. It had a grey-blue coat, brown hair sitting in three large clumps, and eyes differently colored, one blue and another magenta. With this and the absence of smarty pants, she could deduce what had happened. Smarty pants was now alive, there was no doubt about that. Twilight gazed down, frozen in the awe of what transpired. The door creaked open with an eerie sound and Pinkie Pie entered. “Oh hey Twi, you finally woke up! Is gummy o-“ Pinkie followed Twilight’s gaze “Well this is new.” Author's Note Sorry about grammar
Immersion (revised)View OnlineThe Smarty ComplexImmersion (revised)Twilight and Pinkie gazed down at the carpet; the awkward tension in the air was thick enough to be cut by a rabid weasel chomping rapidly, or possibly A PARTY CHAINSAW. I wonder if A PARTY CHAINSAW! would be enough to cut through this really thick air? Pinkie contemplated on the use of a party chainsaw, while Twilight just stood in awe. How is this happening, how the buck is this happening! I have to undo this, or else something truly terrible could happen. She sighed, looking into the foal, she was finished with her milk and had put the bottle down. She was now happily cooing and giggling, small eyes darting about the room. She began to slowly crawl, moving towards a plush turtle. She dragged her flank along the floor, slowly making way across the rug; Pinkie smiled, happy to see the foal acting like normal. Twilight still remained petrified, a prisoner to her own thought. Smarty picked up the toy and placed it in her large mouth, sucking on the green felt head of the toy. Pumpkin, currently chewing on Gummy, looked to the newfound foal sucking on her toy. She waddled towards the toy and began to suck on the tail, placing her mouth in and enjoying the imaginary tastes. Smarty looked in sadness as her toy was sucked on by another, and scooted off, simply lying in the middle of the room. Twilight snapped out of her trance, and gazed at the filly below. She giggled, succumbing to the overall cuteness of the matter. She watched as Smarty gazed back at her, and raised her greyish hooves into the air, acknowledging the presence of twilight. “Ejajjja!” She cooed, gummy lips pressing to make a simple sound. It was too much to bear already. “Awwwwwwwww.” Pinkie interrupted, smiling. Twilight simply nodded, smiling brighter. That was when a large dark blot spread across the floor. It crept through the carpet, spreading rapidly until it stopped at half a meter. The carpet was damply warm, and the smell became worse. “One of the downsides of having a foal.” Twilight sighed, sniffing the air. It was foul, she cringed, reeling back. “I knew they were smelly but this, this is-” “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” Twilight rushed, now trying her best to breathe through her mouth. She knelt down to see that Smarty Pants was incredibly uncomfortable in the puddle of her own piss. Pinkie bounced towards Smarty, picked her up, and changed her diaper expertly, hooves flying about the foal. Soon, she held her up, a diaper nestled around Smarty. “Well...that was...expertly done.” “When you’ve been foal sitting for two months, you know what you’re doing.” Twilight nodded, beginning to surround the puddle with a purple aura. She was obviously straining, sweating profusely. The yellow liquid began to float out of the carpet itself, and into a small jar. Twilight sighed, wobbling. Every muscle in her body was pulled and strained, her body was crying out its trouble with even a simple levitation spell. Pinkie witnessed this and tried to comfort her friend. “Hey! You made Jarate!” “What the buck is Jarate? Jar-based karate or something? That doesn’t even make sense [sorry, but there is no way to write it cut off without using a dash, one syllable].” Twilight began to sway on her hooves again. “Whoa Twilight, you need some rest!” Twilight nodded weakly before she lost consciousness. Twilight awoke in a soft cot, soft sheets enveloping her. She [bad error, Twilight is a she!] sighed, relaxing as she sank into the bed. It was lovely, she was worn out, after all, creating a new life form in its entirety. However, her mind was clouded with worry as she facehoofed for being so careless. She needed to take Smarty Pants to a doctor’s appointment. But, she’ll only be there for a few days before I turn her back. Twilight cringed again, arguing with herself. There’s something about her though, something that drew her to me, some kind of bond. She knew there was a part of her that wanted to keep Smarty Pants. Something about her coat, something about her eyes, even her odd hair. Everything about her seemed, She didn’t know what it seemed like, whatever this feeling was, she couldn’t put her hoof on it Twilight soon however was overcome by the logic in her mind. She isn’t meant to be alive, she isn’t meant to be a foal. She’s a toy, that’s what she always would be. But, then again, it’ll probably take me a week or so to build my energy again, and it might be worth it just to see. She resolved it [‘Resolved it’? maybe she decided she would take Smarty to the Doctor, or something similar. Resolved isn’t usually the term for thoughts.], she was going to take Smarty for a doctor’s appointment. She bolted up from the cot, shaking herself awake. She was determined to help the foal for as long as she had to while she built up her arcana [Arcana? Well, it is your decision. However there are a few more common terms. ‘Strength’ ‘Energy’ ‘Focus’ or even ‘Mana’, but still your choice on this one.] once again. Twilight waited patiently outside of the exam room door, She was reading a book about time called The Wibbly ball of Timey Wimey, How To Travel Through Time. By: The Doctor. Fortunately, a white-coated mare with a short pink mane exited the exam room, holding Smarty Pants in her pearl like hooves. “Well, good news is, she’s fine. But there are a few issues that have arisen.” “Alright.” “It seems that she is well, but she has a certain disorder.” Twilight’s eyes widened as she heard this. “What is it?” “It seems that her horn is larger and thinner than usual, meaning that her ability to use magic will be amplified, but her bones and muscles are underdeveloped, we call it magical compensation disorder. Is there any history of this in the family?” “Yes...I had it.” At this Twilight paused, a million thought flying through her brain at millions of kilometers per hour. How did this happen, was genetic material shared between them? How did the spell work? She could not know, she didn’t get to the analysis page of Basic Animation yet. “Go on.” “Well, her bones are thinner and weaker than regular, as with her muscles. Her brain is however denser than regular, it seems as if more nutrition is going to her brain and horn than her muscles and bones, but it is usually vice versa.” “Just like me.” “It seems like she gets a lot from you, may I ask who the father is?” Twilight looked at her hooves, shaking her head. “Oh. Well, never mind. Anyways, her eyes are somewhat odd, they are coloured separately, which is...rare. Other than that she is fine. But to help with growth, I’d recommend milk for her. Formula will work, but it does not serve nearly as well. Now, you aren’t currently lactating, I would recommend a certain spell done by unicorns to make their udders lactate.” Twilight nodded and left swiftly, deciding to take Smarty over to Sugarcube corner. Twilight set Smarty down with Pound and Pumpkin. Letting them play together, she then went on reading the Analysis section of her book in another, quieter room. Meanwhile, Pinkie would care for the three foals. She exited, the door creaking behind her as it shut. Smarty simply gazed at the empty door frame. She searched for her mother, gazing about the room, but finding nothing. As expected, she began bawling, questions swarming about her little head. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” The cry penetrated through Pinkie’s ears, swarming her senses. She was used to this, but the cries of a foal were always penetrating. She knelt down to Smarty, and reached down, picking up the filly. Her coat was soft and warm, not at all like the burlap she once was. Pinkie, tuning out Smarty’s cries, began to rock her, and as if by some form of magic, she stopped, and simply gazed up at Pinkie, beady eyes wide with curiosity. “You’re just like mommy? Aren’t you? Always finding something new!” Pinkie giggled back, setting Smarty Pants down on the rug with the Cake twins again. Pinkie sat and watched as Smarty, grasped and felt Pumpkin’s chocolate brown monkey. She raised its tail, and let it dangle from her mouth. Then she began sucking on it, investigating with great curiosity. Pinkie shook her head, knowing that unicorn foals were in general very curious and liked to investigate with their mouths, due to the fact that their eyes didn’t function very well at the age of several months old. Smarty, looked around the room, and found a bright red ball. There was something about it that made her need to know what it tasted like, what it felt like in her small maw. She tottered over, dragging her flank on the smooth carpeted floor. She reached for Pound’s ball, sinking her gums into the smooth plastic. Her mouth rolled off, and she looked about again, satisfied. Her small eyes met the door, the door where her mother had gone. She crawled to the small plastic gate blocking her from exiting the room. She reached, her forehooves poking through the gate, but it was feeble, the door was not any closer to her. She began to strain, as if wishing the door would somehow get closer to her. But nothing happened; she began to cry in her futility. Tears spilled down her, making her coat feel wet and soggy, as her eyes spilled like floodgates onto the carpet. In her desperation, her horn glowed with a dark blue aura, and her tiny form began to lift as she was surrounded with her own aura. She stopped, and gazed down, she giggled, letting herself fly about the room, she giggled slightly as she floated above Pinkie Pie. The pink mare gazed in awe at the foal hovering above her bouncy soft mane. “Nonononononono, Smarty! You come down here!” Smarty Pants only gazed brightly at her foalsitter and giggled as she floated out of the room to find her mommy. Pumpkin and Pound gazed at one another, cooing in gibberish as they too floated up. Pumpkin began floating in circles around the room, while Pound began running about the ceiling, giggling. Pinkie gasped, this was the part she hated most about foalsitting, when her foals could fly out of her reach. Smarty pants hovered about the brightly coloured halls of upper Sugarcube Corner. She floated and giggled with glee as she flipped in the air again and again, still looking for her mother. The filly spied an open door, holding a peaceful Twilight. Blissfully unaware of the giggling filly hovering into her room. [What? There is another foal following Smarty?] Smarty gazed down, smiling brightly at her mother, seeking the familiarity of her purple coat and streaming mane. She floated into Twilight’s lap, her little body full of elation to find her mother. “Aggggiagggghhhheyyyyyaaaaaaahhhhhh!” She cooed, raising her hooves in odd directions as she stared happily at Twilight. Twilight laughed, smiling at Smarty’s glee. “Hey little Smarty! Have you been a good foal?” Smarty Pants giggled and clapped her hooves together. Twilight was overwhelmed by this, and giggled again at Smarty. However, she sighed, memory going back to earlier. She knew Smarty didn’t belong here, and that she had to turn her back when she gained her full energy again. Yet, she had started to love the filly, and knew she would have to debate with her conscience. She sighed, hugging Smarty in warm embrace. She felt Smarty, sighing again. It was awkward, she had no idea what creating a life would mean. Smarty didn’t belong, yet as she gazed down, seeing the little smiling face of Smarty, she somehow felt as if she truly was real now. She mulled over again and again, thoughts swarming and pecking at her mind like sharks snipping at a chunk of whale. Smarty Pants was still looking. She knew Smarty wasn't real], but she was a living foal. She could feel the warmth under her coat, she slow waves of her tiny chest, her backhooves wriggling in her embrace. She could feel the warm breath on her torso, spreading across her purple coat. She could see Smarty’s eyes darting about, grinning with pure contentment in the belly of her mother. She stroked the top of Smarty’s head, feeling the soft, smooth horn atop her crown. Her several strands of hair braided like string. Twilight wedged her hoof in her mane, calmly upbraiding the strands. She sighed, mulling over the day. Why the buck did I take her to the doctor? She quickly answered herself. To make sure she’s okay, I’m going to have her for a week or so, and I don’t want her to die, just...turn back. But what difference is that? I would be removing the very fabric of life itself. I created it, and I would be destroying it. How much better than a murderer would I be? Killing an innocent foal. Twilight shook her head to try and dislodge the thought. No, she’s not a foal, she’s a toy, an object made of stuffing and felt. Not a living pony. But she lives now , does she not? Is she living now or still an object? Well, she was once an object. And she is alive, why do I feel for her? It came like a bolt of lightning through her mind, Motherly instinct, She thinks of me as her mother, maybe even in the depths of my subconscious I think of her as my d...daughter. No she isn’t my daughter, she’s Smarty Pants. The...Doll..I...loved since the beginning of my years. Maybe I feel some kind of attachment to her because I spent my fillyhood with her, maybe that was it. Or maybe just because she’s a helpless foal. But I don’t feel the same way about the Cake twins. I feel closer to Smarty, like she truly is my daughter. Why do I feel like I’m acting in the most illogical way, yet doing the wise thing! Are intelligence and wisdom different? Besides D&D scores? Am I doing the right thing by caring for her and giving myself the chance to get attached to her. Or do I want to be attached to her? Do I want to care for her, Well all I know is I need a week to recharge my energy, and I’m gonna let this little one have a taste of what life is. Or should I give myself the chance to love her? But love isn’t bad. But it will just make it sadder when she goes, I don’t want to be depressed. Then keep her a pony! I can’t, she doesn’t belong! How do you know, what if there was a hint of a soul, like the unbloomed bulb of a flower, waiting for eternity to become a beautiful flower. Maybe, she was alive inside for all along. No, she was an inanimate object. But what if, all the times we had spoken to Smarty all those years ago, some part of her was wishing she could speak back, letting all of her emotions out? She was a doll, she had no emotions. She’s like francium suddenly becoming bromine, one thing becoming something completely different. Yet, how would it feel to have a taste of the most beautiful food ever tasted, and have it snatched away from you by some torturer. Was she killing Smarty Pants, or restoring her. She was ending the life of a foal. No, she knew there was something about the new, living Smarty Pants that had moved somewhere in her heart, well, in her brain, there are no emotions in the heart, it only pumps blood. Never mind. Twilight gazed at Smarty, who was cooing at her, smiling as she embraced her Mother. Twilight sighed, she knew she couldn’t turn Smarty into a doll, how could she do that to an adorable little foal. She smiled again, and faced Smarty Pants. “Bu...babhajjjiiiiieeeee!” “Yes little one, mommy’s here.”
Deep Thought View OnlineThe Smarty ComplexDeep Thought Deep Thought It was morning in ponyville. Celestia’s sun rose from the horizon, giving rest to the beautiful night of sparkling stars and Luna’s moon. The sun cast a spectrum of colours onto the small hamlet. Pinks, yellows, oranges, reds, and purples cast upon the town. Giving large contrast between pitch shadow, and orange light. The town was waking up, brewing its coffee, and quaintly reading the daily newspaper in bliss only seen at sunrise. All was quaint and quiet, all was sound, and for the first time in weeks, nopony was ready to break into song. On a saturday morning, many ponies simply felt like relaxing, sleeping an extra hour or two, and embracing the beautiful weekend. Twilight sighed weakly as she awoke, the light kawing of hens and other animals echoed from the humble cottage of Fluttershy. She jumped out of her bed, yawning, and stretched her hooves in the air, alleviating cramps from her slumber. She turned to her right, spotting Spike’s bed, now occupied by the Baby Dragon, and Smarty Pants. Smarty’s tiny form was bundled into a tight sphere, snuggling in the warm, scaly chest of Spike. She was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly. Twilight smiled, gazing at Smarty with a tinge of melancholy. Smarty Pants was sucking on her hoof, eyes closed in peaceful slumber. She was now real, and was now a foal. She had been looking up in her book, and she had found that if a new form is created, such as a flower, it takes nearby genetic material and fuses it into the body, not only that, but it finds the creature nearest to it’s size and uses that as a template for the body. So it used Pumpkin Cake as a kind of mould, and used Twilight for genetic data. On a genetic standpoint, Smarty was actually her foal. She sighed, knowing her tiredness was still clouding her judgment. She would have to tell Celestia, and honestly, that was what made the most sense. She was very unbiased in the way she went about practically everything. Twilight plopped down on her desk, and commanded her quill. It was harder than usual. It was nearly effortless before, but not nearly as draining as the day previous. At that, she began to write. Dear Princess Celestia, I am afraid to inform you that in a magical mishap, Smarty Pants, the toy you gave me so many years ago, has been magically transformed into a foal. I am debating with myself over what to do with her, and I feel very conflicted about what I must do. I require your just, unbiased opinion to truly resolve this situation. The repercussions of this event are highly unknown. Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle. Twilight placed the note on her desk, and waited for spike to arise from his slumber. Normally she would wake him, but with Smarty sleeping with him she didn’t want to wake a sleeping foal, especially one with magical compensation disorder. After all, she had been the weakest filly in her class for years and years, but her magic was incredible. Who knows, maybe she was tied to the element of magic. What would it be like with two elements of magic? Twilight didn’t want to know. She sighed, and pulled a Daring Do book from her shelf, sighing as she relaxed. “I haven’t read one of these in a while.” She said, propping herself on a chair. She soon lost herself in the pages, reading with absolute glee at the artful fiction. Her trance was broken, when a cry erupted from the upper floor. It was Smarty Pants. Twilight sighed, putting her book down, she had only gotten through the first 200 pages. She slowly walked up the steps, her muscles straining with every move. Soon enough, she reached the top of the stairs. She gazed out of her window, a wonderful view of ponyville before her. She liked the tree. It was very large, had space for a copious amount of books, and always had that beautiful oaky scent. Twilight gazed at Smarty Pants, who was simply sitting on the small dragon bed, waving her hooves out. Tears spilled from Smarty’s gritted eyes, and her cries were becoming louder by every second they defiled her ears. Twilight sighed, lifting up the filly in her soft, fleshy hooves. Smarty Pants sniffled, tears gradually receding. She snuggled in Twilight’s warm body, stretching her tiny hooves out as she released a joyful coo. She began sucking her hoof, beady eyes still gazing at Twilight. She smiled again. After she had found Smarty, she found herself smiling more often. And waking up in the middle of the night, thoughts battling within her mind, a lot more often. She turned back, seeing Spike rubbing his eyes with his claw tiredly. He stretched back, releasing a loud yawn. Smarty giggled, repeating Spike. “What was that?” He paused for a moment, still tired. “Well... never mind... anyways... Twi. Did you turn up the heat or something? It was nice and warm in the bed.” Twilight paused momentarily, he still didn’t know. “Hey Spike, I have somepony to introduce to you.” “Who? Is there a new pony in town or something?” “Kind of, first, I need you to send a letter to the Princess.” “Oh. Sure, I can do that easy. Give it over.” Twilight nodded and handed the wrapped piece of parchment to the Dragon. He smiled and blew, a small, green flame, escaped his lips, licking the edges of the paper until it was burned into nothing. Smarty Pants gazed at this spectacle, eyes wide with curiosity, as she clapped together her hooves. “Eeejjjjaaaaaaeeeeeeee!” She smiled, waving her blue hooves about. “Who was that?” ‘Spike, I’d like you to meet Smarty Pants.” “What, I’ve seen Smarty a billion times. Did something happen?” “There was an accident, and she turned into a foal.” Twilight stated in her matter-of-fact tone. Spike doubled back in laughter, exploding on the ground. He rolled about, squealing, and wheezing. “I don’t get what’s funny.” “No...it’s just...*sniff* unexpected... hahahahahahahaha! The element of magic, the most powerful unicorn in Equestria, has to feed a crying little foal! Too much!” Twilight sighed, turned back to Smarty, she stared at her again, eyes wide. That was when she started crying. “Smarty, what’s wrong? Smarty?” However, the mare’s questions went unanswered, only drowned out by a droning cry. Smarty began rubbing her belly with her hoof. She was hungry. Only one problem, Twilight had no foal food. Twilight winced, and sighed again, reluctantly, she surrounded smarty with her magical aura and placed her on her back. She turned to the crying foal once again. “Alright, you’re hungry, I get it. I’m gonna get you some food, please be quiet.” Oddly enough, smarty stopped, and began to coo. “Oooooooohhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaa!” She broke into a giggle, and began to play with Twilight’s mane with her small hooves. Twilight winced when the foal accidentally pulled on a strand, but began to trot outside. In ponyville, everypony seemed to gaze at Smarty and comment on how cute she was. While Twilight agreed, she knew they would probably say different if they had to change her diapers. Twilight simply smiled and giggled, wincing when Smarty began getting curious enough to start biting her hair. She turned to the foal, whose main laid of her mane. “No Smarty, we don’t eat anypony’s mane.” Smarty only sat and stared, continuing to chew. Tendrils of pain continued to invade Twilights’ scalp. Smarty then began to pull with her muzzle, separating several strands from her mane. Twilight gazed at what was once a calm and orderly mane, which was now a complete mess. She sighed,and continued walking. Smarty pants simply lifted up the purple hairs and began to play with them. Twilight looked back to Smarty, to find her with eyes shut and hair in maw. Twilight smiled, gazing at the foal. She shook her head, no, she had to turn Smarty back... she had t-. She stopped herself. Then why am I getting her foal food? I can’t get rid of her, I know it, just look at her. Twilight continued on her way, a smile upon her face.
From the eyes of a FoalView OnlineThe Smarty ComplexFrom the eyes of a FoalI slowly wake up from the warm thing around me, it’s bright and purple and soft, and especially warm. I open my eyes sadly. I like the soft and the warm, I liked the dreams, they were so much better than this world. I expect to see mommy sleeping next to me, like the days before, but instead is a monster. The monster is huge and looks really scary, with scales and colours that look really creepy. The monster will eat me! What do I do? In desperation, a start to cry to try to help mommy find me. Where am I? Why am I next to a monster? Luckily enough Mommy comes and picks me up. I feel her warm, her soft coat. I love her, and I need her. Every time I feel her a warm feeling shoots up me, and I feel very happy. Whenever she hugs me, I feel like digging my round thingies below me into her and feeling her warmth there, too. I stop crying, and tell Mommy. “Mommy, you came to help me with monster!” However, she replies in some kind of gibberish. Why does everypony talk so weird? The only other things that can actually talk are the Brown thing and the Orange thing. Brown thing has little flappies on him, and he can go up and up! Orange thingy has a pointy, like me. She can make things move, like i can too, and we can go up even with no flappies. The world is so confusing! I can go up without flappies, but I can make other things move too. The orange thing likes to eat too, I know why though, everything looks delicious and strange. I just want to try and see what everything is like! Also, not only this, but the world is always changing. At first the world was a nice room, where I could talk to other ponies, but now I am alone with the monster and, lucky, Mommy. Maybe the other world was a dream? No, it didn’t feel like a dream. The world is so confusing! Anyways, Mommy is here, and she picks me up in her warm round things. She feels so warm, so soft and nice. I can feel some weird thing beating past her coat. What is it? Why is it in Mommy? Whatever it is, it sounds nice, like music to my small ears. I like it. Whenever I touch Mommy, I feel soft and fuzzy. Pleasure overwhelms me, it floods through me, and I want it. I love it. I need it. I need mommy by my side, Mommy makes me happy. She helps me, even when there are evil monsters that are going to gobble me up. Then she says more gibberish, and the monster repeats back. I warn Mommy. “No, monster is going to eat you Mommy! Run!” But she only looks at me and smiles. Good she took my warning. But then she keeps talking in this wierd gibberish again, and the monster responds in a high voice. After even more gibberish, the monster goes on the ground, and lets out a mighty roar in pain. Whatever she did hurt the monster! I can see small tears of pain in it’s eyes. I laugh and cheer, seeing the downfall of the monster. But Mommy only sighs and shakes her head. The beast gets up again, and stops his howls of pain. That monster is strong! Why won’t it go away? Suddenly, my tummy hurts and feels really empty. It hurts really bad! I signal in the only way I know how, and I release a loud wail. At first, Mommy looks sad and a bit angry, so I rub my empty belly to help her understand. She nods, and puts me on her big back. It raises and lowers like a warm bath, and I find this weird coloured string thing. I sometimes see it on Mommy, but this is much bigger. What is it? I realize that I could taste it to see. I crawl up her back and take a bit of the mane in my mouth, beginning to suck.Woah, this is weird, it is smooth, and yet is splits into tiny strand thingies. That is when everything starts to move, the back I am on goes up and down slowly, and the weird wooden thing opens. This is a very big room. The ceiling is really high, and it looks blue and white with cool puffy thingies. So much new things, I can’t take all of it in. I then began to stroke the small bundle in my hooves, and i realize how nice and soft it is. I complement Mommy on her really nice hair, and she turns to me. I smile, I love Mommy. She is the one I will always love. I remember when there was that pink thing, it looked like Mommy, and it was always smiling. I like smiles, but still, she put itchy white things on me, and she gave me good white stuff, like Mommy. But I knew she wasn’t Mommy, she was somepony else. The brown one and the orange one liked the pink thing. They said she was fun and nice. I understood, but she still wasn’t Mommy, nopony will ever be Mommy except Mommy. Oddly enough, the orange one called for Mommy too. Mommy is everypony’s Mommy. Because why else would they call her by her name. But, I heard Pinkie call Mommy “Wiwight” or something. Maybe “Wiwight” means Mommy in their weird gibberish? I don’t know, but I don’t care, Mommy is Mommy. But when I pointed to Mommy when The orange pony said it, she said that wasn’t Mommy. Then who was Mommy? Is Mommy called Mommy? The world is so confusing. But still, Mommy’s hair is really soft and comfy, but there is so little. I bite on Mommy’s mane and pull more, smiling when I have enough to play with. Unfortunatly, Mommy urns back to me, and shouts in pain. Why Mommy hurt? Mommy shook her head and pointed at the hair. Did pulling hair hurt? I guess it did. Now I’m sad because I hurt Mommy, I’m so sad that I start to cry, not that I wanted Mommy’s hair, but because I was sorry, I tried to tell her, but she only said some weird thing in gibberish again. Why does Mommy have to speak gibberish all the time? Can’t she just talk to me for once? I cry, and cry, until she picks me up and I feel that happy feeling again. I want to be with Mommy, I love Mommy, and I need her. She will always be Mommy, no matter what anypony says. Mommy is Mommy, not some other weird pony. Mommy is Mommy of everypony, and I relish her infinite wisdom. I love Mommy most of all, more than any of the other fillies who call somepony else Mommy. I know who is Mommy. Not anypony else. Mommy is not blue or brown or pink or yellow or white. Mommy is purple, Mommy is nice, and I know that is her real name. Mommy. I smile and look up at Mommy. I wave my soft thingies at her, I want to touch her, feel her, I want to feel the pure joy spread through me again. I giggle, and she puts me on her back, right next to her soft and nice mane. I want to be with her my whole life. Sometimes, I see Mommy open these big white things with gibberish written on them. She likes them, alot. And they can help her use her pointy. I want to use my pointy a lot, just like Mommy. I don’t want flappies, pointies are much cooler. I can use my pointy to make the world spin around me and come to life. With my pointy, I can be just like Mommy. With my pointy, I can be Mommy, I can do anything, and I don’t care if anypony says Mommy is not the Mommy I know, because I know Mommy. And I love her, I need her every second of every day. I feel like I have nothing, no matter where I am, or what I do. I feel like only half of myself when I am without her. Whenever I see her, happiness fills my day, and when I feel her, I feel all of my senses melt with raw pleasure. I need her. I love her. I want her. She is Mommy, and I am me. I need her no matter what. I want to constantly touch her and feel her. I can barely remember from before, after all, all I remember before waking up in the room, with Mommy next to me. The only thing I know besides now, is a small her talking to me, her head is big, and her body is smaller, her gibberish sounds much higher, and she is giving me a tiny paper thing. But it was all cold, it was all nothing. I couldn’t move or tell her how much I love her. I only have that memory for a few seconds when I dream, but it is really scary. Whatever was before, I never want it again. Ever.
