Ponies desire many things. Freedom. Happiness. Money. Fame. Love. Or all of the above. Usually they find something to be satisfied with, through hard work or a bit of serendipity. But a few find that destiny has a sense of humor. And not the good kind.
For those who have nothing and seek everything, well, that's when destiny breaks out the biggest jokes. Zephyr Breeze, meanwhile, has zero clue about any of this. That is, you'd best be careful what you wish for... because you just might get it.
Implemented very minor edits 2/3/20
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This was far better than I expected it to be, and I am quite pleased with that result! I was quite startled to find Zephyr thrown forward to the future, but highly amused by the fact that he was only smart because everyone else was an idiot. Very well done!
Oh boy. Did the Flimflams rip off the Phyrexians or the Simic?
No, if anything, these seem to be Izzet devices. Or possibly something Urza made as part of the Metathran Project.
It's how Great-Grandpa Ashen Breeze got through the war!
She says that like it's a bad thing.
"She escaped?"
"Then starved to death. Pony emotions are as complex as their minds anymore."
That's legitimately disturbing. How many generations of even dim-witted sapience are left?
Heck of a tale. Brilliant work throughout, especially the sleaze-ridden wonder of first-person Zephyr. Thank you for it, and best of luck in the judging.
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Good to hear it turned out well, thank you. I wasn't sure how appropriate my portrayal of Zephyr is. Like, did I go too far? Or not far enough? Now I know.
great story kinda want more you could have so many fun scenarios with this, i love one where discord shows up and they have a adventure and ends with them bonding over memories of fluttershy
Idiocracy Was such a great movie. And this fic does it justice.