This isn't actually a serious story: this is just a way for me to blow off my creative steam so I don't get sidetracked while writing stories such as "Trapped" (on my other account) and "Responsibilities."

If you don't enjoy this story, that's okay: I'm not really putting any effort into it. It's just a way to waste time when I get bored, in all honesty.

I wake up one morning to see that there are boxes outside my house.

Fourteen of them.

And each of them holds a little pony inside.

Now, I am the happy father of...a lot of ponies.

I had help along the way, but I tried to do it myself for a long time.

And this is my tale, full of grievances and happiness.

And the changes I am responsible for.

Twilight has always considered herself the purest of intellectuals.

She has never felt remorse for her studies, because she has never had anything to be remorseful on.

All dissections were performed upon organisms that had died of natural causes, and any experimentation on live animals has always been done with the help of Fluttershy, to assure the best possible conditions.

But now, she's found a strange something in her small town that she calls home. A something that may change her, and may change how she works, forever.

This is an idea I had out of the blue whilst watching Markiplier. (Yes, TwattyCake, I like Markiplier and I will mention him every chance I get. Deal with it.) It's essentially a reversal of Responsibilities, which is on my user page because it's by me. So I don't have to give credit for my own ideas. Suck it, copyrights!

This is a short story based on the story "Cupcakes" by fuck it I don't remember the bastard's name.

Have fun googling it, fuckers!