• Published 14th Sep 2021
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The Consequences of Imitation - Uh-hmmm



Anon just wanted to play a prank with his newfound powers. It got out of hand. (RGRE) {This story has two versions, the last chapter is the first person version.}

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First Person POV

Author's Note:

Special thanks to yakopak for commissioning this.

I am Celestia, waking up in darkness as I always do. I slip out of bed and trod a path polished smooth by millennia of hoofsteps. From my balcony, my horn lights up, a spark that lights the flame of a new day. I take a few moments to bask in the silent dawn, then turn back to find Raven Inkwell standing at the door with her ruthless clipboard.

"Good morning, Raven."

She bows at my approach, meticulously formal as alw-

The dawn light spilling into the room dims, then retreats. I wheel to face the balcony once more. There is no eclipse, no threatening clouds, just the darkness of the night sky. I frown and raise the sun once more.

There isn't any unusual resistance, so I set it once more on its morning course. I stare at it for a long minute, waiting for some sign of unruliness. Raven coughs.

"Good morning, your majesty. Should the elements be mobilized?"

I turn away from my sun and sigh.

"No, not yet."

I scribble out a letter in flawless calligraphy.

"Nox Movet, discretely deliver this to Fluttershy and return with her response. Keep an eye out for signs of Discord, but do not seek him out."

The thestral creeps out from under the ledge of my balcony, accepts the scroll, salutes, then flits away. I trot toward the door of my chambers, Raven already briefing me on my schedule for the day. Back to the grind.


The high point of my day comes just before noon, pun intended. I take a moment to push the sun to its zenith, then pay attention once more to Anon's tirade.

"-elderberries. Seriously, I think I saw buck teeth, not to mention the bobbed tail."

I take a sip of tea and smile.

"A common alteration among alchemists. Less to swing about and knock volatile concoctions down."

He pauses, then shrugs with poor grace.

"Okay, maybe that was just me not knowing. But trust me, using some goblet of power or whatever to have a seance with the spirits of great heroes will only end in tragedy."

I pout.

"It would be nice to talk to some old friends again, though."

Anon deflates slightly, then looks at me with a grim expression.

"Would it be nice to have to fight them while they are in mana-saturated artificial bodies?"

I think it over.

"It still would be nice, but the risk of collateral damage is still too great. What do you think, villain or over-enthusiastic researcher?"

He chews on his lip distractingly. It's honestly pretty cute and the tiniest bit suggestive.

"Probably the latter. Maybe get Cadance in to matchmake for her, chances are good that Stayed Fate has some sort of historical crush or perversion."

I nod in agreement, that had been my impression as well. As I write to make some arrangements, it happens again. My sun drifts back down. I flare my magic and feel the slightest bit of resistance before I have full control of the celestial body. Anon raises an eyebrow as I move it back to it's scheduled arc.

"It's okay, Princess. It happens to everyone sometime. There's no shame in not being able to keep it up."

I blink. That is not the reaction of a surprised or curious person. I narrow my eyes at my lunchtime companion.

"You!"

He raises his eyebrow in amateurly feigned puzzlement.

"Me?"

I snort.

"Try again in one thousand years, when your acting might actually deceive me. How are you doing this? Discord? An artifact? A team of archmages?"

No reaction to any of my guesses as he hesitates to answer. Perhaps...

"You got your cutie mark?"

Anon twitches minutely. I beam at him.

"Congratulations! What triggered it? May I see it?"

He blushes .

"I just wondered what it would be like to actually move the sun, and then...I did."

I blink.

"Really? Have you tried anything else?"

His brows furrow adorably.

"Like what?"

I think for a moment before a brilliant idea occurs to me.

"If you can move my sun, then there is something similar to try. In fact, if you are mimicking talents, you ought to be able to alter the topography as well as trajectory."

Anon looks at me in dawning wonder.

"Oh, oh this is amazing!"

He starts giggling and I am not far behind. Things had gotten a little boring lately, this is exactly what I needed.


I am Twilight Sparkle, pacing a rut into my Crystal Castle Playset™ floor.

"It's probably nothing, right? I mean, if it was something, then Princess Celestia would definitely tell me right?"

Spike continues to dust the shelves as he deadpans, "Right."

I gnaw on my lip. There's never been a disruption to the celestial procession that hasn't been caused by some element-worthy disaster. I glance once more at Spike, and he still shows no signs of belching out a scroll. So, either Celestia is pranking somepony, Discord is waxing whimsical, or some threat from ancient Equestrian history has resurfaced and incapacitated Celestia.

Again.

"Spike, take a note."

I’ll get to the bottom of this, one way or another.

"Dear Princess Celestia, Is everything alright? I couldn't help but notice..."


After my letter vanishes in a tongue of emerald flames, I teleport to Fluttershy's cottage. I scrunch as I see Discord reclining on a pool chair on top of the thatched roof, an immense bag of buttered popcorn towering over him and filling the air with its delicious scent. Maybe I should have had lunch before confronting him, but it's too late now.

"Discord, have you been messing with the sun today?"

He affects a hurt expression, his bird leg fused to the bag, pausing with a clawful of popcorn.

"Who, little old me? Why is it that whenever something strange happens, your first suspect is always me?"

I keep from scrunching by the skin of my teeth. This is exactly why stallions shouldn't have access to true power.

"You are one of maybe two beings with the power to alter the sun's course. I'd be a fool not to ask."

He smirks at the backhanded flattery and pops a few kernels into his mouth.

"Mm, we can't have that, can we? You are right, I am one of the few who can, but it wasn't me, filly scout's honor."

I raise an eyebrow.

"You're not a filly scout."

Discord sniffs.

"It's fine, I'll give it back to Scootaloo once I'm done with it, no harm done."

I drag a hoof across my face tiredly.

"So, to be clear, you promise you're not involved, swearing by Scootaloo's filly scout's honor?"

He beams.

"Yep! But I have a really good feeling about how it's all going to go down, if that helps."

I sigh.

"Can you at least tell me if anypony's in danger?"

Discord eyes me speculatively.

"Hmm, should I tell you?"

Fluttershy opens her door, taking in the situation in a single glance. She smiles sweetly at the spirit of chaos.

"Shall I get the paddle?"

He blushes and coughs.

"Well, ah, there is no danger, but you should still investigate, it will be quite interesting for you."

I’m not really sure what to think. Fluttershy beams at Discord.

"Good boy! And you know what good boys get?"

I teleport away before I take any more damage to my sanity. In the quiet order of my room, I wonder if it was a mistake to leave a stallion, no matter how powerful, under a sole mare's care. Then again, Fluttershy already has him well in hoof, and it's not like I want to shoulder some of that responsibility. I flop onto my bed for a long moment, letting my stress flow out of me with long, measured breaths. Then I get up and get on with my day, my sanity only a little worse for wear.


I am Celestia, sipping the last of my tea as the moon rises, my energy already ebbing after a long day. But seeing the crude and strange illustration of a dick on the lunar surface makes it all worth it. Not to mention the embarrassed squawk echoing from my sister's tower. I shuffle back to my bed with a grin, to sleep the sleep of the unjust.


I am Luna, using the lingering traces of magic on my moon to scry for the perpetrator. The divination settles, gently tugging me downward. I follow the pull into the palace gardens. There I find the human standing in a clearing, snickering to himself. I land in front of him and fix him with a stern glare.

"Anonymous, you dare mar my moon with your vulgar drawing? Do you think it a mere laughing matter?"

He stares at me with a blank expression for several moments. Then he snickers again.

"Come on, admit it, it was funny."

I allow myself a chuckle.

"I cannot deny it. Though I must ask, what being does that sort of penis belong to? It looks nothing like a stallionhood, nor that of a dragon, diamond dog, or griffin."

Anon blushes fetchingly.

"A...human."

I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Are you propositioning me?"

He licks his lips.

"Do you want me to?"

I boop his nose with a firm hoof to put him in his place.

"Enticing as you may be, I have a coltfriend already. I suppose the only remaining question is, how did you do it?"

Anon shrugs.

"I can imitate other pony's cutie marks."

I eye him speculatively.

"Anypony's?"

He nods hesitantly.

"I played around a little with Celestia's earlier today."

I start to grin.

"Do you think you can make a stable solar flare?"

He gives me an intrigued look.

"One way to find out."


I am Celestia, waking up in darkness as I always do. I slip out of bed and trod a path polished smooth by millennia of hoofsteps. From my balcony, my horn lights up, a spark that lights the flame of a new day. Even without looking, I can feel what was done to the sun. And yet, while it would be but the work of a moment to fix it, my honor as a prankster compels me to raise it as is.

The circle of my sun breaks past the horizon, or more accurately, the peach of my sun. From the cleft of the butt fires a solar flare larger than any I have made before. I am impressed at how it is subtly recaptured on the far side. The sun rises in the morning sky on a jet of flatulence, earning a sensible chuckle from me. I should probably write back to Twilight. Though, perhaps I should hide Anon's involvement, it will make a fun surprise for her, maybe help her loosen up a bit.


[...hopefully reduce panic when the next celestial disturbance occurs. It had been millennia since we have had both the time and the security to allow us to play around with our personal magic. Perhaps you should consider doing the same? Just as much can be discovered in play as in study.]

I frown. Celestia and Luna have it easy, they have a physical object to play with. I have magic itself. What am I supposed to do, warp the nature of magic to draw slits everywhere? No wonder Discord is happy, that is exactly sort of thing he would do. I am tempted to ignore my mentor's suggestion, but she hasn't steered me wrong before. In fact, I am reminded of when she first sent me to Ponyville to make friends. When was the last time I really played around with magic?

...

When I gave Spike and those two colts mustaches, what, five or so years ago? Perhaps it is time to take a break and do silly things.

...

Like what though?


I am Celestia, standing next to Luna as Anon arranges what he swears will be his magnum opus. I am little out of sorts, deflecting and defusing the various complaints the nobles and stallions have been sending in. Only now do I remember why I don't play large scale pranks that can be directly attributed to me. There are far too many who take it too seriously. Raven stands beside me, taking scrolls from functionaries and presenting them for my approval while I wait. I sign the papers, trusting Raven to select worthwhile proposals.

Anon raises his hands, bringing my sun and Luna's moon high in the evening sky. It's a delicate balance, bringing them close enough together that they seem to overlap, while also making sure they are about the same apparent size. I am rather impressed, though I don't see the joke yet. Finally, once the two orbs have stabilized, Anon waves his arms up and down in exaggerated milking motions. A circular protrusion forms at the center of the sun as well as the moon. Anon turns and grins.

"Teats!"

I give him an unimpressed look. A glance at Luna tells me that she isn't particularly tickled either.

"Perhaps these jokes have run their course, if this is your magnum opus."

Then I hear a snort of laughter from the last pony I would expect. I slowly turn to look at Raven, who is blushing and struggling to keep a straight face. Anon grins in delight and waves his hands, the sun and moon wavering in the sky.

"Big, bouncing boobas!"

Raven pounds the floor with her hoof, wheezing in laughter. I share a bewildered glance with Luna, who merely shrugs. I clear my throat.

"Anon, perhaps you can try imitating Raven's cutie mark?"

The human pouts.

"But...tiddies!"

I sigh as my secretary collapses in laughter. What did I unleash on the world?


I am Twilight, revising my definition of silly for the twentieth time. There is an element of spontaneity that I am missing, even after consulting Pinkie Pie. I have so many spells I can cast, but which would be the most fun? Should I be including other ponies, or can I be silly by myself? I had hoped that by levitating the objects in my room and giving them random velocities that I would be able to tap into a bit of discordian whimsy, but mostly it makes it hard to find things again.

Nevertheless, I feel I might be onto something. Stallions and their whimsy are the very definition of silly, so perhaps by studying them, I can get some inspiration. Celestia's words echoed, "There's a time and a place for everything, but do not perform scientific studies on unsuspecting stallions." I grumble, foiled again by my mentor's wisdom. My eye twitches. If I can't study stallions...


I am Celestia, taking a tea break. Ever since I had Anon help out Raven, things have been running exceedingly smoothly. I have time for a cup of tea and some cookies, Raven has time to flirt with her human assistant, all the complaints about the celestial shenanigans are handled by Anon, it's like a dream.

...

I pinch myself. Right, only like a dream. Maybe I can have Anon raise the sun tomorrow morning, so I can sleep in for once. Then a tongue of emerald flame deposits a rumpled scroll before me. I unroll it, wondering what happened for Twilight to send it in that condition. I recognize Spike's clawwriting.
[...locked up in her lab, mane frazzled worse than ever before...]

It appears I need to talk to my student.


Ponyville itself is reassuringly not on fire or in ruins, though there is no hooftraffic near the crystal castle. I can't miss the subtle looks of relief in the citizenry's eyes as I pass them by. I enter the castle and freeze on the threshold. The entire lobby is covered in back issues of fashion and stallion lifestyle magazines. I step carefully through narrow paths.

"Twilight! Are you trapped under a pile of books again?"

Sadly, that would be the best case scenario. Harmony knows I had to excavate her enough times when she raided the royal library. Instead, my voice is trapped and deadened by piles of coltish matter. I ascend a staircase, keeping an eye out for a rolling boulder of ball bras or something. As I step out onto the second floor, it becomes apparent that the boulder did not form because every ball bra is piled up around ponnequins. The ponnequins themselves are covered in minute calculations and incomprehensible notes. I follow the sound of panting and...birdsong? I open the door to a lab to find my troubled student hunched over small lozenges of metal with fins welded to the sides. Twilight beams at me, left eye twitching madly.

"Princess Celestia! Have you come to see my breakthrough in stallion science?"

I swallow nervously.

"Yes, I am curious about your methods."

She nods happily.

"Of course, of course. It wasn't easy, gathering enough data without actually examining stallions outside of passive methods."

I breathe a sigh of relief. I really didn't want to have to deal with a basement full of foalnapped stallions.

"What did you come up with then?"

Twilight beckons me towards a black, iron cauldron.

"After extensive reading, I believe I have narrowed down the essence of whimsy and masculinity. You remember the old rhyme, 'snips and snails and puppy dog tails, this is what little colts are made of'?"

I frown.

"It rings a bell, however faintly."

I peer into the cauldron. At the bottom, about twenty snails crawl over hoof clippings and hairs of every color, as well as trembling little tails, smooth flesh covering where it would have connected to the rest of the dog. I resist the urge to vomit.

"Please tell me you didn't amputate tails off of puppies."

Twilight scoffs.

"Of course not. I merely duplicated them out of stew meat and fish bones."

It's still unsettling, but I can deal with that much. I face my student.

"So, what about that rhyme?"

Twilight responds, "I asked Zecora, and she confirmed it was part of an ancient zebrican ritual, meant to help a struggling tribe repopulate after a disaster."

I raise my eyebrows at her.

"A fertility rite?"

She blushes.

"No! No, it's even more wonderful. It transmutes animals into forms that are compatible for breeding!"

I glance at the blue jay trembling in its...his? Cage. I scowl at my student.

"Twilight Sparkle, you are not going to transform a thinking, feeling animal into a pony. I thought I taught you better than this."

Twilight stares at me with wide eyes, leaning back in alarm.

"I- how else am I supposed to-"

I sigh.

"I am partially at fault as well. I was not entirely honest about what has been going on. In truth, Anonymous was the one causing the irregularities with the sun and moon."

My student blinks.

"He was? Of course! I should have known, stallions are naturals at silly things! My premise was correct!"

I chuckle.

"You may want to keep that finding to yourself, unless you want a horde of angry stallions and their mares besieging the castle."

Twilight nods absently.

"Naturally, it wouldn't do to bias the populace before more concrete data is accumulated. Hmm, I think I shall consult Spike, he helped me have fun with magic the first time, so his point of view will be crucial to similar efforts."

I smile fondly at my student as her mane settles down into a more grounded state. Disaster averted.

"Before that, perhaps you should clean up the castle. I can't imagine he would be agreeable to consultation when you have made so much work for him and the staff."

Twilight chuckles ruefully.

"Good point, I'll get started right away."

I watch her trot out into the hall. Some days I really worry about that mare. I turn and open the window and the blue jay's cage. It chirps in gratitude and flits away. I’m not sure why Twilight chose a bird to transform, maybe it's related to the what, metal flying fish on the table? Whatever they are. I flip through the schematics and calculations, something about reentry? I shake my head and gather all the notes into a bundle. It seems the forbidden section of my library is gaining another volume.

Comments ( 22 )

I have now read this, but I don't know what I just read.

I'm extremely confused about the fish but overall was a fun read.

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10976525
they are not fishes, but airplanes.

10976539
In the night sky?

Perhaps like shooting stars?

This entire story was a setup for that joke wasn't it?

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I've seen enough foreign-language comments that it's probably not banned. Seeing as it's primarily from people who aren't actually fluent in English and would thus be using the same tools you could use to translate them...

I watch her trot out into the hall. Some days I really worry about that mare. I turn and open the window and the blue jay's cage. It chirps in gratitude and flits away. I’m not sure why Twilight chose a bird to transform, maybe it's related to the what, metal flying fish on the table? Whatever they are. I flip through the schematics and calculations, something about reentry? I shake my head and gather all the notes into a bundle. It seems the forbidden section of my library is gaining another volume.

What Celestia hears after releasing the blue jay: *chirp, chirp*

What i hear after releasing the blue jay: "WWWWWOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh"

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Man. I could really use a wish right now.

Someone was gonna do it eventually.

Gotta admit. The mental image of the farting sun butt got me.

I'm a simple man.

I am Celestia, sipping the last of my tea as the moon rises, my energy already ebbing after a long day. But seeing the crude and strange illustration of a dick on the lunar surface makes it all worth it.

My smile had been getting bigger as I continued reading, but that... that is where I lost my shit.

I like these slightly cruder princesses.

pacing a rut

I feel like that would mean something very different in horse land.

it will make a fun surprise for her, maybe help her loosen up a bit.

She truly does not know that mare at all.

That cover art is misleading as fuck, yo.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

oh god no, not again

Oh god why did you have to go and remind me of that cursed TwilightXMordecai picture

WHY

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TwilightXMordecai wut are you saying?

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I've already said too muxh

Good night

That rotten Anon!
He's going at it with Raven now too!

Needs a sequel "messing with Twi and other pons"

I see what you've done here.

Good refrence

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