Chapter 1

“Welcome home, Pinkie,” Mrs Pie said, hugging her daughter.

“Hi, Mom!” Pinkie chirped, returning the hug, then bouncing. “I can’t believe it’s been so long. I can’t wait to see everypony. Hey, where’re Marble and Limestone?”

Pinkie’s mother chuckled, shaking her head. “They’re still out in the field. Since Limstone's took over all accountancy tasks, the rock farm’s been bringing in more revenue than ever. Blinkie even struck a seam of gems in the last quarter.”

Pinkie bounced a little higher, glad to know her family were doing so well.

“And the prodicle child returns,” a voice said from behind her. Pinkie turned and grinned at the sight of her youngest and older sister.

“Marble, Limestone, how ya been?!” she cheered, pulling the two into a huge hug, to which they returned with small chuckles.

“We’ve been... good,” Marble said, stepping back and pushing a few strands of her grey mane from her face. Her slightly darker-grey fur was covered in splotches on dirt from mining in the fields.

“Hey,” Pinkie asked, glancing around in confusion. “Where’s Maud?”

“She should be here soon,” their mother assured her. “Your pa’s gone to meet her at the train station.”

“Oh,” Pinkie’s form deflated the tiniest bit. “If I’d known Maud was going by train, I’d have stayed there and waited for her. Then we could’ve come together.”

“Well, in the meantime,” Mrs Pie said, turning towards the kitchen. “Pinkie, would you like to help make dinner.”

“Okey dokey loki!” Pinkie replied, bouncing in after her mother.

“We’ll even make your sister’s favorite dessert,” her mother winked.

Pinkie’s grin almost passed the boarders of her face. “Rock cakes! Yipee!” Rock cakes were the only candy Maud liked, not that Pinkie knew she didn't really like candy anyway.

“Maud!” Pinkie screamed with joy, barreling down the path from the house as her oldest sister came into view, walking next to their father. Maud allowed Pinkie to bowl her over and gave the tiniest smile as her sister stood atop her, the widest smile on her own face.

“It’s so great you were able to come!” Pinkie said rapidly, after they got up and headed towards the house. “There’s so much I wanna tell you. So much I want you to tell me. Oh, did you hear that Twilight’s got her own castle now?! I bet you could study some of the crystal in it for your rocktorate in rock science.”

Maud gave a slight nod. “I suppose that might help me along.”

Maud greeted the rest of their family with the enthusiasm she was known for, then the family all gathered in the living room to hear about her studies in rock science and Pinkie’s latest adventures in Ponyville.

“So, have you discovered any new kinds of rock, recently?” Limestone asked, smirking, looking up at Maud from her sit on the floor.

Maud began to shake her head, then stopped. “Well, there is this one rock—”

“Can we see it? Can we see it?” Pinkie asked, her eyes wide with excitement at the thought of her sister having made a new discovery. “Ooh! Is it another rock like the ones for rock candy?”

Maud shook her head, reached into her saddlebags lying on the floor and took out a pink bag.

All Pies raised an eyebrow at her in confusion.

“I found this in the yard of the college,” Maud said, the tiniest of a frown on her face. “A unicorn professor placed it in this magical bag. He said there was some kind of magical aura around it that he’d never sensed before.”

She placed the bag down on the couch and looked to her father. “Dad, I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard such a rock?”

Mr. Pie frowned, thinking. “Magical rocks?” He tapped his chin for a few moments, before shaking his head. “I can’t say I have, dear.”

“Ooh. Shiny.”

They all turned and, in that moment, time seemed to freeze. Lying on the floor was the bag Maud had taken from her saddlebags. However, it was now flat, empty.

Their eyes all fell on Pinkie, who was holding a rock that was glowing with a blue aura. It’s design was almost like that of a dragon’s eyes, with bright blue all around and a slitted black pupil-like thing in the centre.

The glowing aura seemed to pulse, almost like a heartbeat, before Pinkie’s body started shuddering.

Once they finished, Pinkie blinked, confused. “The Doozy? How come I’m getting The Doozy? What kind of doozy could this rock—?”

Maud, for the first time in a long time, wore an expression of horror. But, before she, or any of their family could even open their mouths to shout a warning to Pinkie, the light intensified, blinding them.

From within the light there heard Pinkie give a loud, pained scream.

Her three sisters’ stomachs clenched at the thought of their sister in whatever pain this magical stone had released, but their parents’ stomachs clenched for an entirely different reason.

The type of scream Pinkie released was not one of ordinary agony, but a very specific pain. A scream both new to well, one having gone through it four times and the other hearing it four times.

When the light faded, it revealed Pinkie Pie, lying unconscious on the floor on her side.

They all hurried over to Pinkie, but stopped, their eyes wide. Lying at Pinkie’s side, curled up next to her, was another pony that looked almost identical to her, aside from the fact that her mane and tail were flat, not puffy.

What was more, she was a foal!

All the Pies looked around at each other, flabbergasted. What in Celestia’s name had just happened? Pinkie touches a magic rock, there’s a flash of light and suddenly, there’s a foal that looks almost exactly like Pinkie lying curled up to her?

Maud picked up the rock, somehow knowing it was safe to touch. It’s colour had faded, the blue turning into a very dim grey and the glow was gone. It was no more than a plain old rock now.

Pinkie opened her eyes, blinking in confusion. She was lying in her old room.

She sat up, looking around. She was the only one in the room and, for some reason; the old crib she and all her sisters had used as foals was lying next to her bed.

She frowned. She could hear breathing and it wasn’t hers. Slowly, she looked over the edge of the crib... and cocked her head in confusion. She was lying in the crib.

But, I’m not in the crib, I’m right here, Pinkie thought, scratching her head. And that me’s a foal, but I’m not a foal. I’m a mare. How...?

At that moment the pink foal gave a loud yawn, opened her eyes and stared up at Pinkie.

Pinkie stared back, not sure what to do.

They stayed that way for several moments, before the foal smiled and held her forelegs out.

Pinkie hesitated, unsure, then leaned in and scooped up the little foal.

As soon as she did, the foal snuggled into Pinkie’s chest, a contented smile on her face.

Pinkie just sat there, unsure what to do. She felt a warmth inside of her that she never had before and couldn't explain.

“I see you’ve woken up.” Pinkie looked up as Maud walked in, a small, warm smile on her face. “Have you thought of a name?”

Pinkie blinked, then cocked an eyebrow. “A name? Why would I have thought up a name for her?”

Maud gave a tiny grin, something Pinkie hadn’t seen in years. “Because she’s yours, Pinkie.”

Pinkie stared at her sister for several minutes, then laughed lightly. “Good one, Maud. I told the others you have a great sense of humour. How could I have a foal when I don’t even have a boyfriend? ”

Maud shook her head. “I don’t know, myself. I’ve sent the rock to your friend, Princess Twilight, to see if she can understand how this happened, but she is your foal, Pinkie.” Her tiny warm smile returned. “Why do you think she snuggled up to you the moment you held her?”

Pinkie’s face paled a little as she slowly looked down at the foal sleeping against her chest.

For several moments, the room was still, with only the sound of the three ponies’ breathing to be heard.

Then, slowly, a warm smile came to Pinkie’s face. “My foal,” she said, leaning down and nuzzling her. “My little...” a twinkle appeared in her eyes, “Surprise.”

Celestia sighed, lifting her cup of tea to her lips with her magic. Nothing calmed her more after a stressful day than a nice cup of jasmine tea—

“He-llo, Celestia!”

Celestia jumped at the loud voice, her cup flying up to the ceiling and smashing against it, her tea gently raining down on her as she deadpanned at the draconequus standing in front of her, holding a claw over his snickering mouth.

“Is there any reason you decided to so suddenly drop in on me, Discord?” she asked, trying to appear polite and not let her annoyance at the situation be heard. Thanks to all her centuries of practice, she managed, though Discord always made it harder than others.

Discord disappeared, reappearing in the portrait of Celestia and Luna standing in front of an open field. “Oh, nothing really,” he said, changing the Celestia in the portrait’s mane to brown. “Just an odd little bit of magic I sensed a few hours ago.”

Celestia’s eyes instantly narrowed. “Odd magic? Hours ago?” she stood up straight. “You didn’t think to inform me of this the moment you sensed it?”

Discord clicked his claw, vanished from the portrait, Celestia’s mane returning to normal, reappearing by the window looking out over Canterlot and beyond.

“Well, I had to investigate it, didn’t I?” he said, cracking his back. “Don’t ask me how it happened, yet, but our dear Pinkie has now become a mother.”

Celestia blinked, both in confusion at the sudden change of subject and surprise at what she’d heard. “Pinkie Pie? A mother?” She smiled. “When is she due?”

Discord chuckled. “Oh ho-ho! That is the most interesting part, Celly. The foal is already born.”

Celestia blinked. “Um, pardon?”

“Not only that,” Discord turned around, grinning. “The foal is the part of Pinkie that got locked away after she learned how to smile.” He chuckled. “She called her Surprise. Rather appropriate, don’t you think?”

Celestia frowned. The part of Pinkie that got locked away after she learned how to smile?

Discord shook his head. “Don’t worry your pretty little mane, my dear princess,” he bowed to her. “I’ll learn what I can, but I’m sure this was nothing. Just a random, happy accident... that I Pinkie Promise I had nothing to do with,” he added when Celestia raised an eyebrow.

With that, he clicked his claw and vanished with a pop.

Celestia sighed, massaging her forehead. Even if Discord had said it wasn’t anything to worry about, there was still a chance, so she, as princess, had to consider it. This was going to be a long night... especially since her tea was now just a small drying puddle on the roof.

Author's Notes:

Well, there's chapter one.

So Maud found a stone that made Pinkie's inner self, the part that is Pinkamena, come out and now she's named Surprise? Hmm. wondering which other ponies will be at my mercy for foalifying?

Well then, just go straight to chapter 2 and you'll find out.

Til next time, later everypony

Chapter 2

Apple Bloom smiled as she reared up and bucked a granny smith tree with a grant, causing the apples within to cascade down and land in the baskets she’d gathered around the base of the tree.

The town had been abuzz since Pinkie Pie’s return three days ago. She had returned, not on her own, but with a foal. When asked, she admitted that it was her own.

This had left much of town in confusion, all knowing Pinkie had not shown any signs of being with foal before leaving to go see her family.

Twilight Sparkle, luckily, had explained the situation of Pinkie’s unusual journey into motherhood. It had been, as strange as it sounded, due to a magic rock. Apparently, Pinkie’s sister, Maud, had discovered it during her studies and had brought it home to see if their dad had ever seen such a stone before. He had not.

Pinkie, being the ever curious pony she was, had taken the stone out of the magical bag Maud had been keeping it in on advice from a unicorn professor. When she did, she’d gotten “The Doozy”.

Now, Apple Bloom had heard about The Doozy from Applejack. Pinkie had started shuddering vigorously because something big was going to happen; the something big turning out to be Twilight believing in Pinkie’s Pinkie Sense.

This time, it had been something else entirely.

After Pinkie got The Doozy, the stone had shown with a blinding light and, when it faded, the foal was there, who Pinkie named Surprise.

Apple Bloom was happy about Surprise for several reasons. One, she was happy Pinkie now had a foal of her own, two, she thought her name suited her perfectly, since she'd taken everypony, even her own mother by surprise and three, because she now had another cousin. If she understood it right, she now had a fifth cousin, three times removed.

Pity Babs can’t be happy ’bout it, she thought sadly.

Two days after Pinkie had come back with Surprise, Babs had arrived in Ponyville, saddlebags full, crying. Her parents and older sister had died in a fire in Manehatten, leaving her an orphan. The only reason she hadn't died with them was because her sister had thrown her out of a window into the waiting forelegs of the firepony pegasi. However, before she or they're parents could follow, the ceiling above the window had collapsed, cutting off their escape.

When asked why she’d come to Ponyville, she’d said that she’d been placed in Aunt and Uncle Orange’s care and had hated it just as much as Applejack had. So, one night, she’d packed up all her things, used what few bits she’d had left from her last allowance to pay a train ticket and headed for Ponyville.

Unfortunately, Babs only seemed the slightest bit happier in Ponyville than she had in Manehatten with their Aunt and Uncle. Apple Bloom had lost count of the times she’d found Babs crying, only to wipe her eyes and act like nothing had happened.

Applejack had, luckily, found something to take Babs mind off of things. Applebucking. While it left one to their thoughts, it tended to allow clarity.

It was late in the afternoon now and Apple Bloom realized she hadn’t seen a sign of Babs all day. This was not too odd. Since being given a chance to do some applebucking to take her mind off things, Babs had been bucking from the time Celestia raised the sun, to when Luna raised the moon.

Apple Bloom frowned. Maybe she should go check on her? She only hoped she wouldn’t find Babs sobbing again. It hurt, seeing her cousin cry like that.

The little filly wiped her brow and turned, heading in the direction of the eastern field, where Babs was meant to be bucking today.

Apple Bloom frowned as she walked through the eastern field. Aside from the bushels full of apples underneath each tree, she’d seen no sign of Babs anywhere and she’d been searching for over an hour now.

As she turned to head towards the western field, thinking maybe Babs had finished this field and moved on to another, when she paused. She could faintly hear something she hadn’t expected. Crying. But, it was not the crying of a filly in pain. It was the crying of... a foal?

Maybe Pinkie had come by and brought Surprise with her?

Apple Bloom hurried in the direction of the crying. As it grew louder, she could swear it sounded familiar, as if she’d heard it once before, but couldn’t remember where.

She rounded a corner and found one tree it seemed Babs hadn’t finished yet. There were apples scattered along the ground, yet to be picked up and place in the baskets.

However, Apple Bloom could see something in one of the baskets. It looked like a small bit of Babs’ mane sticking up from the inside.
Apple Bloom gave a sad smile and walked towards the basket and started saying, “Babs, you wanna talk? Like Ah’ve said since ya came here, if’n ya need a shoulder t’ cry on, ya just have t’—”

Her voice caught in her throat. Sitting in the basket was a pony that did indeed look like her cousin, same mane, same fur, same eyes... but she was a foal.

The Babs-look-a-like foal stopped crying for a moment, looking at Apple Bloom, then she began crying all over again, her wails hurting the filly’s ears.

Knowing she needed help, Apple Bloom picked up the foal that looked like her cousin, put her on her back and was about to run back towards the house, when she saw an apple core lying on the ground.

From the moistness of its juice against her hoof when she picked it up, it clearly had been eaten recently. An odd thing she noticed was that the small amount of the skin she could see at the top of the core, it wasn’t any apple colour she’d ever seen before. Pink.

Not sure how she knew it was connected to the foal that looked like her cousin, but knowing it all the same, Apple Bloom tucked it into her bow and bolted across the field, heading for the farm house, hoping her big sister could help explain what was going on.

“Well, this sure is weird,” Applejack muttered as the foal Babs snuggled against her as they sat in the living room.

The moment Apple Bloom had bolted inside, carrying a crying foal the looked like their cousin, she had Big Mac hurry off to Twilight’s castle, hoping the Alicorn to shine a bit of light of the subject.

However, now, as she, her sister, brother and grandmother sat around the living room, Twilight sitting on another of the couches.

Twilight had used a spell that had tested who the foal was and, though they all found it hard to understand the how, the foal was indeed Babs Seed.

Not only that, but the moment Babs had seen Applejack when Apple Bloom had returned, she made motions as if she wanted to go to her. When Applejack took her, she stopped crying and settled down, snuggling into the mare’s embrace.

“This makes no sense,” Twilight shook her head, examining the apple Apple Bloom had brought back, levitating it in her magic. “First a rock turns Pinkie into a mother and now an apple with an unusual skin colouring turns Babs into a foal?”

“And, by the looks of it, imprinted Applejack as her mother,” Granny Smith said, looking at her granddaughter and (great?) granddaughter, the latter dozing happily against the former.

“What’re we gonna do?” Apple Bloom asked, looking from her sister to Twilight. “Can ya turn her back?”

Twilight glared at the apple core as she levitated it into a plastic bag and placed it into her saddlebags, then looked to the filly uncertainly. “I’m afraid I can’t promise anything yet, Apple Bloom,” she said solemnly. “Not at least until I’ve had a chance to study this apple and find out if there’s anything odd about its genetic makeup, or if there’s some kind of potent magic hidden within it.”

Apple Bloom’s face fell and her ears drooped.

Twilight turned to Applejack and levitated a small yellow box out of her saddlebags and over to her.

The farm mare took them, read the box, then cocked an eyebrow at her. “Motherin’ pills?”

Twilight nodded, standing up. “Until I can figure out what’s going on, Babs will need feeding and, if my scan is right, she’s now only a few months old, meaning she won’t be able to digest anything bad breast milk.”

Applejack nodded, understanding.

Twilight sighed. “Now I've got to figure out why a rock made a part of Pinkie come out of her as a foal as well as an apple that turned a filly into a foal.” She shook her head. “I won’t be getting any sleep tonight.” She turned, then glanced back. “Will you need any help with her? Foal supplies, a crib, nursery?”

Granny Smith chuckled. “Nah. Never you mind none, Princess. We’ve still got Apple Bloom’s old nursery set up. We can use that.”

Twilight nodded, said her farewells, then left, heading back towards her castle, bracing for a longer night of studying than planned, now having to figure out things connected to foal related incidents.

Celestia excused the ponies she’d been speaking with, then stretched her wings and cricked her neck to get some feeling back.

“Mind if I join you, princess?”

Celestia sighed as Discord appeared, draped over the top of her throne.

“Have you any news about Pinkie Pie’s sudden motherhood?” she asked, knowing that would be the only reason he’d appeared to her at this time of the day.

Discord nodded, turning into a ball during the forward motion, dropping to the ground, bouncing, then appearing above the ball, picking it up and tossing it into the air, it landing and disappearing into a hoop that had not been there a moment ago.

“Well, yes and no, I’m afraid,” he said, scratching his head.

Celestia sighed, then motioned for him to continue.

Discord folded his arms, a curious, yet happy expression on his face. “Just a few minutes ago, Apple Bloom discovered her cousin, Babs Seed as a foal in Sweet Apple Acres’ eastern field, with a core of an apple that seemed to have pink skin.”

Celestia cocked an eyebrow at that, then smiled. “I take it Twilight is studying the core as we speak?”

Discord chuckled. “Soon. Right now she is on her way to speak with the Apple family about the matter, though I have no doubt she will be doing just that tonight.”

Celestia’s expression saddened. “Wait. Babs Seed? The filly Applejack told me in a letter recently lost her family?”

Discord nodded, that expression still on his face. “Though, with what’s recently happened, she has a new family... and a new mother.”
Celestia blinked, then gave a warm smile. “She imprinted Applejack as her mother, didn’t she?”

Discord nodded.

Celestia’s smile faded, turning into a frown. “Discord, this is not something we can just ignore now. Twice has an incident occurred in which my subjects have been changed—”

Discord shook his head. “Don’t worry, Celestia. The chances of something like this happening again are so slim, if you turned it sideways you wouldn’t be able to see it.”

As he spoke he turned to his side, seeming to disappear, until he turned again, grinning, then clicked his talon and vanished for real with a pop.

Author's Notes:

Ouch. Maybe that was a bit harsh to take Babs parents like that, but hey, now she has a mom again and a loving aunt, uncle and great grandmother, so that balances it out, right?

Now, who will be my next target for foalification? Oh, these two will do. Who am i talking about? Head for the next chapter right now and find out.

Until next time, later everypony

Chapter 3

Filthy Rich walked up the stairs of his mansion, heading for one of the many guest room. He stopped just outside it as a maid, an Earth Pony with a yellow coat, green mane and tail, her Cutie Mark covered by her uniform, stepped out, closing the door behind her.

“How is she?” he asked, though he didn’t need her sad shake of a head to answer. He could hear the sobs and the sound of his daughter trying to comfort the sobbing filly inside.

It had happened two weeks ago. He had been sitting in his office, going over the figures of the last year. His business with the Apple Family was something he always thanked Celestia that his grandfather had made the business joint with their families, because, thanks to that, his profits were up 8% since the previous year.

He had just gone over the margins of his Manehatten business branch, thankful that the fire that had been in the papers had not damaged his store there, when the doors to his office banged open, causing him to jump, scattering his papers everything.

“Diamond, what are you—?” he began sternly, but his voice was cut off by the look on his daughter’s face. It was one of sadness and horror.

“Silvy and her family were in Manehatten!” she said, her voice making it obvious she was close to crying. “Wh-what if they—? What if Silvy was—?”

Rich, realizing what his daughter was implying, rushed from his seat to her and wrapped her in as comforting an embrace as he could. “Don’t worry, honey,” he said, rubbing her back as she quietly sobbed into him. “We’ll find her.”

And they had done just that. He’d booked a train to Manehatten for both of them and headed for the city that evening. It had taken a few days, but they eventually found Silver Spoon, cold, scared and heartbroken in one of the shelters made for those affected by the fire.

It had taken a bit of convincing the authorities, but he eventually got the clearance to take Silver Spoon back to Ponyille with them. However, after they’d returned, Silver had remained in the guest room he’d told her she could stay in, not coming out for anything, using the inbuilt bathroom for her toiletry needs.

Rich sighed as he turned and headed back towards his office. He had the feeling he shouldn’t go in there. His daughter was the only one closest to Silver Spoon now and the only one likely to comfort her.

Diamond rubbed the back of her sobbing friend, sadness in her own heart at her inability to help her friend when she needed it the most.

She knew only in part her sorrow, having never felt love from her own mother, who now under a restraining order and gone after her father found out what had happened the day the CMC got their Cutie Marks. However, their sorrows were very different. The sadness Diamond felt for her mother was nothing to the sadness Silver felt; to the loss of losing both her loving parents in a horrible event. She wasn't sure how she'd feel if she lost her father, but was certain it would be about the same.

From what she’d learned on their way to Manehatten to get Silver and during their search for her, only a few ponies had lost their lives, four at the most. Diamond hadn’t really paid attention to the other ponies, only Silver’s family. She had been relieved when she learned that of the four who had lost their lives, Silver had not been one of them.

There had been many injured, but she had paid them no mind, her attention only on finding Silver Spoon. Now her attention was focused on trying to make her feel better, though was unsure how.

She blinked, looking up. She could’ve sworn, for a second, that there was a flash of light in the closet.

She got up, walked over to it and opened the doors. What she saw confused her. It was just a plain, old brown box, with a note stuck to the top.

Picking it up, she opened it and read what was written there.

“Put these on and all your worries with go away.”

She blinked, turning the note over, thinking there had to be something else written on it, but finding nothing.

Frowning in confusion, she put the note aside and opened the box. What she saw confused her even further. Two filly sized diapers with a smiling face on the front.

She couldn’t understand. Why would a pair of diapers be in her home, in Silver Spoon’s room? Not only that but, then that weird note?
She looked at it again and reread it.

“Put these on and all your worries with go away.”

For a second, she didn’t understand, before she remembered the games she and Silvy would play, back before they’d gotten their Cutie Marks. Sometimes they’d play house, with either of them being the mother, while the other wore a diaper and pretended to be a foal. And, sometimes, they’d both put on diapers and pretend to be sisters.

She sighed whistlefully. Those had been the days, when neither of us had had to worry about our popularity, making sure ponies knew how important we were... She gave a small smile. Maybe it would be nice to do that, at least one more time.

She picked up the diapers and saw that, underneath them was foal powder and diaper cream. Whoever had left these knew how they’d liked playing the game back then.

Probably Daddy, she thought, placing the diapers back in the box and started pushing the box towards the bed. Or many one of the maids. Star Song always knew about it, even played with us a few times.

When the box was in front of Silver, she looked up at her friend, smiling. “Silvy?”

The sobbing filly’s sobs lessened a little, and looked to her friend, then at the box.

“Wanna play?” Diamond asked softly, a kind smile (something most ponies thought she couldn’t show) on her face.

Silver sniffled a few times, wiped her eyes, then gave the tiniest of smiles and nodded.

It took a little time, it always had in the past, but they managed to get their diapers on after powdering them and putting on the cream, ensuring they wouldn’t get a rash.

They both sat on the bed, their diapers crinkling as they sat down. They remained silent for a few moments, not sure where to go from there. They hadn’t done this in a while and were trying to remember what to do next.

Suddenly, Silver’s eyes drifted down to her left hoof. Diamond would’ve ignored it, passing it off eyes her eyes just wandering, but then Silver’s eyes kept glancing down at her hoof several more times.

“Silvy?” she asked, cocking her head. “What’s up?”

Silver shook her head, confusion on her face. “I’m not... sure.” She lifted her hoof, staring at it with an intensity that made Diamond slightly worried. “I keep getting this weird thought that... my hoof looks like it would taste nice.”

Diamond stared, her shock dispelling the errant thought that had just entered her own head. “Silvy! You wanna eat your own hoof?! You wanna eat meat?!”

Silver looked at Diamond, disgust passing over her face. “What? No! Ew! I meant I... wanna... suck on it.”

Diamond blinked. Silver wanted to suck on her hoof, like a real foal would?

That was stupid. They were grown up now, they had their Cutie Marks. Sucking hooves was something only foals... would... do...

She found her eyes drifting down to her own right hoof and heard a thought pass through her head. Would her hoof taste nice?

She shook her head, trying to dispel this thought. She wasn’t a foal. Only foals suck their hooves. If the CMC heard about this, sure they were all now friends, but she shuddered to think how long Scootaloo would use this against her. Just because Silver was sucking her hoof, it didn’t mean she—

She blinked, before her eyes widened. Silver Spoon was sucking on her hoof, but it wasn’t that which shocked her. It was the blissful smile on her face as she was doing it.

Her brain stopped, trying to understand why Silver Spoon was sucking her hoof and, more importantly, why she was smiling like that as she did so.

So shocked and focused on Silver Spoon was she, she didn’t notice her own hoof slowly lifting to her own mouth, not until she felt herself sucking on it.

Her first instinct was to yank her hoof out, but, as she tried, her foreleg wouldn’t respond, remaining where it was, leaving her hoof in her mouth.

As Diamond tried to will her foreleg to move, she started to notice that sucking on her hoof felt rather relaxing. It felt... nice. What was more, she’d expected it to feel embarrassing, shameful even, that she was doing something only foals were known for doing, but... she didn’t. In fact, she felt... happy.

Well, maybe I’ll suck on it for a little while, she thought, looking at Silver Spoon, who had closed her eyes. Silvy seems okay with it, and it’s not like either of us are going to tell anypony anyway.

So she crawled over to Silver Spoon on three legs (her brain only trying to question for a second why she was crawling instead of walking), settled down next to Silver Spoon and let her eyes close.

For several minutes the two friends just lay there, suckling on their hooves and, as the ease sucking on their hooves was giving them lulled them to sleep, neither noticed as their bodies started to grow smaller and smaller.

Filthy Rich paused outside Silver Spoon’s room, leaning his head against the door. It had been a few hours since he’d left it, leaving his daughter to comfort the distraught filly as best she could, being the only one who could.

He’d fully intended to wait at least until dinner time, however, his concerns had gotten the best of him and here he was, standing outside the room, listening to the sounds coming from within. Or, lack there of, as the case would be.

He couldn’t hear anything from within the room. Had Diamond gotten Silver to calm down? Was Silver maybe just sleeping and Diamond was sitting by her friend’s side, making sure she had a peaceful sleep?

His curiosity getting the better of him, Rich opened the door and peaked inside. At first, glancing around the room, he couldn’t see either of the two fillies. But, as his eyes fell on the bed, he saw the two of them cuddled up next to each other, sleeping soundly.

She must have fallen asleep herself, he thought wryly, walking towards the bed with the fall intent of waking the girls. Dinner would be in a few minutes and he wanted to make sure they were awake enough to enjoy it, just as much as they seemed to enjoy sucking on their hooves—

Rich stopped, his eyes wide as he looked down at the two ponies lying on the bed. They were indeed Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, but, instead of a pair of fillies lying there, he saw two small foals with their fur and mane colours, both sucking on their hoof (Silver left, Diamond right), sound asleep.

Rich took a step back, his mind whirling. Not five hours ago his daughter had been of school age, comforting a friend who had lost her family, and now both of them were foals? How could this possibly happen?

As his mind struggled to understand whether or not he was simply dreaming or if this was actually happening, both foals stirred. They pulled the hoof they’d each been sucking on from their mouths, rubbed their eyes and blinked sleepily at the stallion standing before them.

Rich froze, not sure what to do. How would his daughter react to this? When she’d last had something she hadn’t expected and not wanted (becoming foals again had taken away their Cutie Marks and Rich knew how much his daughter loved her Cutie Mark) it had been a disaster. Now that she was a foal, there was no telling the kind of damage he was in for.

While these worried thought pummeled through Rich’s mind, the foals looked at him with curiosity, before they both smiled, holding out their forelegs and shouted, “Daddy!”

Rich was broken out of one stupor, only to fall into another. Diamond didn’t seem upset about becoming a foal, however that happened. Not only that, she and Silver Spoon had just called him daddy.

Had... had they lost all their memories of being fillies? The very thought pierced Rich’s heart, as he realized it meant Diamond had forgotten all the happy times the two of them had shared as father and daughter.

He slumped to the ground, the sadness pressing down on him.

“Daddy?” two small, concerned voices made him slowly look up. Diamond and Silver had crawled across the bed to him and were looking at him from it with worried expressions, not sure why their daddy was upset.

As Rich looked into the innocent faces of the two foals, he felt his heart melt as realization dawned on him. Silver Spoon now had another chance at having a family and Rich had a second chance to raise his daughter right for, loathed as he was to admit it, he had done something wrong the last time for, despite all the happy times they had shared, Diamond had turned out cruel towards others, including Granny Smith, whom he was very good friends with.

Smiling warmly, Rich got up and pulled the two foals into a hug. “Yes, my little girls,” he said as they snuggled into his embrace, giggling. “Daddy’s here and daddy will look after you both and make sure you have happy foalhoods.”

So focused on talking to his daughters was he that Rich didn’t notice the bottle of foal powder and foal cream vanish, along with the box and note they’d come with.

Celestia finished lowering the sun and paused to watch as her sister raised the moon, beginning the night.

She smiled, then turned to head back to her room. She had a few things to look over before turning in for the night.

“Going so soon?” She stopped and glanced over her shoulder to see Discord sitting at the edge of the balcony, holding a fishing line that was cast.

Celestia’s heart sank, realizing why he’d have come so suddenly. “Again?” she asked quietly.

Discord sighed. “Sad fact is, Celly, once is chance, twice is coincidence, but three times? There’s someone doing all this.”

Celestia’s sighed. “Who was affected this time?”

“Oh, don’t be so down, Celly,” Discord grinned. “It was those two fillies, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. You know, the ones the CMC have told your sister about in their dreams? The one's Twilight sent a photo of after the three got their Cutie Marks.”

Celestia frowned. “What my sister tells me in the confines on my own dreams are my own business, Discord.”

He merely waved a paw at her words. “Alright, alright. However, I thought you might like to know that we aren’t in the dark as much as before, this time round.”

Celestia’s ears perked up. “You mean, you’ve found a lead as to who’s doing this?”

“Well,” Discord began, but his line suddenly started pulling back and he cried, “Ooh ho-ho! It’s a big one.” When he reeled the line up, the hook was snagged on a plain cardboard box.

Celestia raised an eyebrow.

Discord took the box and reached into it, pulling out a bottle of foal powder, foal cream and a slip of paper.

Celestia’s eyebrow rose higher.

“You need not worry anymore, your highness,” he said, bowing. “No more of your subjects will be randomly turned into infants from this day forth.” He winked. “Unless you decide otherwise, of course.”

Celestia gave him a playful warning smile, before he disappeared with a popping sound.

With her mind at ease and with the knowledge that her subjects were no longer at risk by this mysterious force that had been at work the last three or so weeks, she felt she would be able to enjoy a well earned night’s rest.

Author's Notes:

Discord: Well, chapter 3 certainly is intesting, isn't it.

Oh, i bet you're wondering why li'le ol' me is doing the author's note instead of Autum?

well, let's just say Autum's going to be busy for a while, but don't worry, all will be revealed soon.

So, as he always says, til next time, later everypony

Chapter 4

Octavia grunted as she let the luggage she’d been carrying fall to the floor of the hallway.

“Whoa, Tavi, easy,” Vinyl said as she quickly stepped aside. “You almost hit me with those things.”

“Well, maybe if you’d been using that unicorn magic of yours to help me lift it, I wouldn’t have dropped it,” Octavia snapped.

It was late in the evening. The two of them had been riding the train all day and only now, so late in the evening, were they going to be able to rest.

They’d come to visit Octavia’s cousin, Pinkie Pie, after getting a letter saying she was now a mother, with a healthy little Earth Pony filly.

Octavia had intended to book a room in a motel or something whilst they stayed, but Vinyl had insisted they use the apartment she’d bought the last time she came to Ponyville, since it wouldn’t cost them more.

Of course, Vinyl had had a few ciders on the train to Ponyville, making her a little bit tipsy. Not drunk, but tipsy enough that she couldn’t find her way to the apartment and carry her luggage at the same time, leaving Octavia to do all the heavy lifting.

“Aw, come on, Tavi,” Vinyl said, frowning. “You’re not still angry about that time you had to bail me out of the Manhatten Prison, are you? It was months ago.”

Octavia’s eyes snapped to Vinyl, who’s eyes shrank in fear a little behind her shades. “You think that is why I was and am still angry?” she asked, taking a step forward. “No no-no-no-no-no, Miss Scratch. That is not what still makes me angry about that time. What makes me angry is that you not only managed to get yourself so wasted that you caused so much havoc that night, but you also got my cousin completely wasted!”

“Yeah, well—” Vinyl tried.

“My cousin!” Octavia put emphasis on the second word. “My cousin, Pinkie Pie, who ironically, is the pony we’ve come to visit. You got her, her so drunk that she forgot that I am your marefriend and simply called me that. Do you have any idea just how wasted Pinkie Pie would have to be to even think about forgetting a pony, especially one that is her own family?!”

“Uh...” Vinyl backed away, not wanting to be near Octavia when she was this mad, but with no way of escaping. It would take a miracle from Celestia herself to save her.

At that moment the doorbell rang.

Octavia’s head snapped so quickly in its direction, that Vinyl felt a little ill.

“Who in their right mind would be ringing the doorbell at this time of night?!” she asked, glaring at the door.

“Door to door sales ponies?” Vinyl suggested.

“At “this” time of night?” Octavia gave her a skeptical look from over her shoulder.

Vinyl shrugged. “Maybe they’re just finishing up late... or trying to get in really early?”

Octavia’s eyes narrowed at the door. “Oh, they are, are they?” she snarled, heading towards the door. “We’ll see about that.”

Vinyl did not envy the pony on the other side of the door who was dumb enough to have come at this time of the night, but was thankful, all the same. Now, the anger Octavia was currently feeling would be directed at them and not her, though she didn’t wish that on anypony.

Octavia thrust the door open, shouting, “Do you have any idea the time of night?” before she noticed there was nopony standing there. She looked around, her glare still fixed on her face. “If there’s some teenage colts or fillies out there playing Ding Dong Dash, I swear you’ll be seeing just how hard the back of cello really is when I slam it against your thick skulls! Honestly, kids these days—”

She stopped, her eyes falling on a basket lying full of blue blanket in front of her. She looked around again, this time in confusion.

Returning her eyes to the basket, she saw a small note lying on top of the blanket. Picking it up, she opened it and read it.

“Please look after little Autum Breeze. I’m am entrusting you with their care.”

Autum Breeze?

Putting the note down, Octavia lifted a small bit of the blanket away, then stepped back and as a gasp escaped her, her anger forgotten. Wrapped in the blankets was a small foal, with brown coat and mane with streaks of yellow, orange and a lighter brown than the coat.
Octavia glanced around again, wondering who could’ve left a foal on their doorstep and why, before a cold evening breeze wind over her, causing her to shiver and think about the foal getting cold.

She bent down, picked the basket up in her mouth and carried it inside.

“So, who was it?” Vinyl asked as Octavia returned to the living room, where the unicorn had moved their things. “And what’s with the basket?”

Octavia said nothing, but lowered the basket and handed the note to Vinyl, while pushing the blankets back a little to get a better look at the foal they’d been entrusted with. Clearing whoever had left it didn’t know Vinyl wasn’t exactly the reasonable caregiver type.

Vinyl lifted her shades, frowning in confusion. “Autum Breeze? What would they want us to look after a season’s breeze? And why’d they leave the “n” out?”

“I think Autum Breeze is this foal’s name,” Octavia said, returning the blankets to where they’d been. She’d seen enough to know things a bit better. The foal was a Pegasus filly.

Vinyl, confused further by Octavia’s words, moved over to look into the basket, before her eyes widened in horror. “A foal? No way, Tavi! I can’t be a mom! Don’t you remember my dying wish?!”

“You mean the one you made while wasted, shortly before getting my cousin wasted as well?” Ocativa asked, her voice holding a threatening tone.

Knowing what that tone meant, Vinyl didn’t push that any further and watched as Octavia brused a strand of the foal’s mane from her eyes. “So... what’re we gonna do with her?”

Octavia sighed. “Well, whoever left her by the doorstep clearly thinks we’re suitable to look after her.”

At that, Vinyl’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. This is the first time I’ve visit Ponyville since before Rainbow Dash joined the Wonderbolts Reserves and filled in for Fleetfoot at that show I DJed. How could they know this place would have anypony in here tonight?”

“Or that there’d be somepony responsible enough to look after this foal,” Octavia said, then added, “Vinyl, do I have to bring up your dying wish?”

“Point taken,” Vinyl sighed, defeated, then returned to her previous expression. “Who did you tell that you’d be coming to Ponyville?”

Octavia frowned back. “Only Pinkie Pie and I expressly asked her not to let anypony else know I was coming, to avoid any hassles. You?”

Vinyl shook her head. “Told Neon I was going away for a few days, but didn’t say where.”

Octavia put a hoof to her chin. “So, somepony else must have somehow found out about it and knew when to put this foal on the doorstep, at a time when we’d both be here.”

“And with your cousin having Pinkie Promised to do as you asked, she couldn’t have blabbed,” Vinyl shook her head and moaned. “Argh! It’s too late for all this thinking, my head hurts already.”

Octavia sighed. As much as she’d rather know what was going on, she had to agree with her marefriend. It “was” too late for this. They’d have to just go to bed and think about it in the morning.

“So, what about when she needs changing?” Vinyl asked, her nose scrunching a little at the thought of a foal’s dirty diaper.

Octavia just scoffed. “You’re a unicorn. You can use your magic to change her. You won’t have to worry about actually touching her diaper when she needs changing.”

“Oh... yeah,” Vinyl said as she watched Octavia lift the foal out of the basket, then noticed something bulging underneath. “Huh? What’s that?”

Using her magic, she grabbed the things under the blankets and lifted them out. There were some extra diapers, foal powder, foal cream and a yellow box of what looked like Tic Tacs. “Cool,” she said, lowering the other things, opening the box, taking four of the yellow pills out and popping them in her mouth.

“Vinyl!” Octavia’s sudden and rather loud snap startled the unicorn, making her swallow the pills without even tasting them.

“Tavi, what did you do that for?” she pouted. “They were yellow, probably lemon flavoured. I haven’t gotten to try those kind yet.”

Octavia grabbed the box out of Vinyl’s magic with her free hoof and held it up to Vinyl’s face. Vinyla couldn’t help noticing the words “Mothering Pills” was written on the front with the image of a mare nursing a foal.

“These are Mothering Pills, Vinyl! Not Tic Tacs. Mothering Pills! They’re for mares who can’t make breast milk on their own!”

Vinyl cocked an eyebrow. “Huh?” A second later, however, she moaned, dropping onto one foreleg.

“Oh, for pity’s sake,” Octavia rolled her eyes and quickly glanced into the basket again, feeling relieved when she saw a breast pump and several bottles for feeding were also there (and wondered for a moment just how deep a sleeper Autum was if she could sleep while lying on all that), took out the pump and bottle, lowered Autum back in and led Vinyl towards the kitchen area saying, “Come on, you idiot. Let’s get that milk out of you. At least when Autum wakes up there’ll be milk waiting for her.”

Author's Notes:

Discord: Oh, ho-ho-ho. This is getting interesting, isn't it? I wonder how little Autum will react when he- i mean she wakes up and finds out what's happened.

And, if you all want to know, you're just going to have to wait. After all, Living Nightmare isn't finished yet.

Also, if you're wondering about what Octavia was referring to with Vinyl go here and you'll find out.

Anyway, i'd best be going. i have to inform celestia about what's happened and let her know things have been taken care of.

So, and it might be Autum, though i'm not sure which since there's also a foal filly Autum in another story, until next time, later everypony

Chapter 5

I sighed as I rolled over, snuggling a bit closer into the arm blanket. Man, sometimes my bed was so warm I could swear I was laying against another body.

I shifted my head, feeling the fur rub gently against my...

Wait a minute. Fur?

I slowly open my eyes and blink, intending to close them again after. Instead of seeing one of the sides of my room, either the room at large of my window, I see darkish-grey fur.

I quickly back up, wondering what the hell’s going on and why there’s something darkish-grey in my bed, when I tumble backwards onto my back, wincing a little as my back pressing down on my tiny wings—

My eyes widened and I looked to my sides, my insides going cold. I don’t see any side of my bed. Instead I saw my sides, which were not covered by my T-shirt, but bare and covered in brown fur. As for my boxer-shorts, they were gone too. In their place was what I could clearly tell to be a white diaper. The crinkling sound it made when I wiggled a little confirmed it.

Quickly looking myself over as best I could, I realized I didn’t have hands of feet anymore, either. Instead I had hooves.

Pocking out of the tail I could see a small furry tail with colours ranging from orange, very light-brown and yellow. I struggled and rolled onto my stomach and glanced at my back to see a pair of tiny feathered wings, brown, just like the fur now covering my body.

My gut dropped. I was my OC, Autum Breeze and, if the diaper and small wings were any indication, I was a foal version of them.

“Well, somepony’s restless,” a voice with an English accent to it said.

Before I understood what was going on or who the voice had come from, I felt a pair of hooves grab my sides, then felt myself being lifted up and turned around.

I didn’t see who it was at first. My initial fear had been that someone had grabbed me, before the shock that what were holding me were hooves hit me. However, now another fear was making my uneasy. Ever since I was little, I had hated the feeling of being suspended in the air with nothing supporting my feet— well, I guess hooves now. I was okay being up high, but only as long as my feet— hooves were on something solid.

I started squirming, trying to tell whoever had just picked me up to put me down.

“Well, you are a feisty filly, aren’t you?” the voice asked.

That halted me and my eyes went wide. Filly? I glanced down at the diaper around my lower area and realized I didn’t feel like I used to down there.

“Did you have an accident?” the voice asked again.

This time I took notice of the voice, but the thought was too stupid to even comprehend. It sounded like Obabscribbler, only her voice was the tiniest bit off. But, hooves? What, was she her ponysona?

...

Okay, that not only sounded stupid, but why would I be a foal near her and she be a pony as well?

I looked to the one holding me and gasped when I saw who it was. Octavia Melody/Philharmonica. She was smiling at me, the expression looking at little tired.

Suddenly the realization of being a foal hit me and I understood where I was, but couldn’t believe it. I was somehow in Equestria! How the hell did that happen?

I glanced around and took notice of the room I was in. It was a normal bedroom for a couple (I’ve seen them on TV, so I know what they look like), a double cupboard, a window on the left-side of me, a door on the right.

There were two bedside tables, one either side of the double bed.

My attention, however, was drawn back to the mare holding me when she brought me closing, holding me with her right foreleg and prodding my diaper with her free hoof.

I blushed immensely at the feeling of her prodding that area, along with the small squishing sound that came from it when she did.

“Well, some little filly needs a change,” she teased playfully.

I buried my face in my hooves. How had this happened? Last I remembered I had gone to bed during the holidays after having published chapter twenty-three of Living Nightmare, spending the rest of the day listening to fanfic readings, then going to bed. How did I possibly go from all that to waking up as a foal version of my own OC and with Octavia, of all ponies.

A moan from Ocatvia’s left made me look up. I saw another form in the bed, it’s back to us. I didn’t need it explained to me who this pony was. The electric-blue mane and what I could see of the white fur told me it was Vinyl Scratch.

She lifted her head a little, slitted-open eyes looking at us from over her shoulder. “Tavi, it’s early. Do you have to wake me up by talking with the foal?”

One of my eyebrows rose. She knew about me? Okay, just what the hell was going on here?

Their voices were definitely not what I’d expected. Octavia sounded exactly like Scribbler with her voice the tiniest bit off, though I couldn't tell how— not her Octavia voice, that one was lower and with a bit more of an accent— whereas I’d have expected her to sound like she did in Rainbow Rocks and, while I would have expected Vinyl to sound like Nowaking, who was seen by the fandom as the cannon voice for Vinyl, she sounded like TheLostNarrator’s Vinyl.

Not that I could complain about either. I was okay with either Nowaking’s Vinyl voice or Lost’s. With Octavia, however, I definitely preferred that she sounded like Scribbler as opposed to the her in Rainbow Rocks. Not that I would complain about Octavia talking at all in Rainbow Rocks, in fact I was very thankful to Hasbro and DHX for making her talk, even if the voice wasn’t what I’d have preferred.

I looked up to Octavia and made to ask, “Octavia, what the heck’s going on here?” Instead, what came out of my mouth was, “Mama, what da heck’s going on hewe?”

Now, the foal talk was not what caused my mind to freeze up, in fact I'd expected that. It was that, even though I knew I’d meant to say Octavia’s name, I’d called her mama. Why the hell did I call her mama?

Octavia just chuckled, then pulled me closer and nuzzled my nose.

I had mixed feeling about it. It wasn’t bad, per say, more weird. But it also felt nice. It strangely calmed me down a little, even though I didn’t know why.

“Come on, Vinyl,” she said, starting to get up. “The sun’s out, so I’d have woken you up anyway. Besides, we’ve a lot to do before we go visit Pinkie.”

This caused me to glance at her. Why were they— uh, I guess we going to visit Pinkie?

It was a second later that I realized what I’d just thought. I was going to go see Pinkie Pie. I know several bronies that would be so jealous of me right now.

When Vinyl didn’t move, Octavia grinned cheekily at me and lowered me onto the bed, then patted my diaper, causing it to squelch again. It took a moment for me to understand she wanted me to try waking Vinyl. I would have tried arguing the matter, but the chances she’d understand me seemed unlikely, so I shrugged and did as instructed.

Crawling along the sheets (I tried walking, but it seemed my new body wasn’t ready for that yet) I reached Vinyl and pushed against her back. She grunted a bit, but didn’t do anything else.

I dropped to my rump, ignoring the sound of my diaper or the feeling of it, frowning. I’d only done that to humor Octavia. Now, it felt like Vinyl had just dropped the gauntlet. She was changeling me to try and wake her.

I turned to look at her head and grinned, or would have, if I’d had any teeth. I crawled over to her head and, using the back of her head for balance, stood on my hind legs and clamped my mouth around the ear sticking up.

It was meant to just be a playful bite (no teeth, so it wouldn’t hurt), but I suddenly found myself sucking on her ear and, instead of finding it gross, was enjoying it a little.

A second later, Vinyl gave a cry and shot up, causing me to tumble backwards.

I watched from on top my back as she rubbed at her ear, a grossed-out look on her face. “Tavi, really? You got her to suck on my ear? Gah, this is so gross!”

“Maybe now you’ll get up,” Octavia said, picking me up again. “Now, while I change her diaper you can go and get her breakfast ready.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vinyl crumbled, then strangely said, “I can’t believe you threw out all that milk still.”

I wanted to ponder what she meant by that, but my attention was drawn as Octavia laid me on the floor and started changing my diaper, which it seemed I’d gone number two in as well as number one while I’d been asleep.

Octavia sat down with me at a table in a small kitchen, having carried me in one foreleg from the bedroom. Vinyl was by a stove, cooking what looked like bacon and eggs. Hay bacon, I reasoned, since ponies don’t eat meat... except their human counterparts.

While the hay bacon and eggs were cooking, Vinyl used her magic and levitated a baby bottle full of milk out of a pot of water, before levitating it over to us.

I was so shocked by having actually seen magic that I was taken by surprise when Octavia popped the tip of the bottle into my mouth.

I blinked, glanced up at her and she smiled, then nodded. “Go on. You must be hungry.”

My stomach growled, answering her question.

Though the idea of drinking from a bottle was embarrassing, since, before I went to sleep, I was a twenty-three-year-old man, considering my situation, I guess I was lucky she was bottle feeding me and not nursing me, so I decided to go along with it.

Just sucking wasn’t getting me anywhere, so I started to shift between chewing on the rubber tip and sucking. This rewarded me with sweet, warm milk, which I eagerly drank, the warmth flowing through me.

As I drank my milk, Vinyl came over, levitating two plates of eggs and hay bacon, placing one in front of Octavia and another where she sat down, diagonally from us.

As they ate, they chatted and I listened, if only for something else to do while I drank the milk.

“I tell you, Tavi, that song Pinks, Neon and I wrote is still rockin’ it in the clubs,” Vinyl said, levitating a piece of hay bacon into her mouth and continuing.

“That was about the only good thing that came out of that drunken night, if you ask me,” Octavia said.

I turned to look at Vinyl. This sounded juicy.

Wait. A drunken night? Pinkie, Neon Lights and Vinyl. Why did that sound familiar? The song I had a good idea about, I’d downloaded a video of it being sung by Nowacking, ShadyVox and... who was the other one; the one who voiced Pinkie in the song? BreefaithVA, I think?

“Hey, at least we had some laughs that night,” Vinyl said, swallowing her food. “Well, at least until the cops took us to the Manehatten Prison and you had to bail us out.”

I got it. The Drunken Ramblings of Vinyl Record Scratch. It was a fanfic reading I’d listened to by TheLostNarrator. In it, Vinyl and Neon Lights got wasted, met up with Pinkie and somepony else (who escaped me at the time), got even more wasted, then arrested by the police and the only reason Octavia knew this is because of the messages Vinyl left on her phone, including one from the Manehatten Prison, telling Octavia that she needed to bail them out.

So, I’d arrived in that fic’s world, had I?

“By the way,” Vinyl said, frowning. “Why did you throw out the milk I made? You told me that at least we’d have plenty for the kid when she woke up, but then you threw it out. Why?”

Octavia gave Vinyl a deadpanned look. “Vinyl, you’d had enough cider that night that you almost couldn’t find the apartment for us and you never feed a foal milk from a mare that’s been drinking. You want to stunt her growth?”

Vinyl shook her head. “Never mind. The less I know about the workings of that the better.”

I cocked an eyebrow, very confused. Vinyl’s milk? As in breast milk? Wait. They weren’t feeding me formula. But if Octavia threw out Vinyl’s milk and I was currently drinking milk, then that would mean...

“Well, while you may not care right now, had you been responsible for stunting Autum’s growth you’d have been metaphorically stabbing yourself for it, later in life,” Octavia countered. “Luckily I was able to take the mothering pills myself and produced milk she could safely drink.”

And that confirmed it. I was drinking Octavia’s milk. Despite knowing this, my mouth continued to drink as my brain started shouting, “Ew! Ew! Ew! Not cool! Not cool!”

Vinyl swallowed another mouthful of her food and looked to me, then Octavia. “So, we’re going to stop by Foal Services before we head to Pinks’ place, right?”

“Yes,” Octavia nodded.

Vinyl shook her head. “I still don’t get why we didn’t take her last night.”

Octavia deadpanned. “Vinyl, it was 11:32 at night. They’d have been closed.”

I wasn’t really listening anymore. My gut had dropped at the words Foal Services. They were planning on taking me there? NO! Please, God, NO! I wasn’t a real foal. I was a human in a foal’s body. I’d never survive.

And what if I ended up in the foster care system, being sent from place to place. I didn’t really know much about this world beyond Ponyville. There I could at least get my bearings. But the rest of Equestria? Not a chance.

Or worse. What if I got adopted by ponies I didn’t know anything about from the show? Or even worse. What if I got adopted by ponies from the show I did know, but only because they weren’t nice characters? What if I got adopted by Jet Set and Upper Crust? Oh, heck to the no!

Octavia seemed to have noticed I’d stopped drinking. When she looked down, I looked up at her with pleading, tear-filled eyes, silently begging her not to send me to Foal Services, hoping she’d understand.

It seemed she did, because her expression became one of concern. She took the bottle away and held me closer, rubbing her cheek against mine as she said, “Oh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I promise, we’re not sending you away.”

“We’re not?” Vinyl’s question earned her a glare before Ocatvia returned to comforting me.

“No, we’re just going to file a report so that we might be able to find your family. But, til then you can stay with us, I promise.”

I stopped crying, though I still sniffled a little. That hadn’t been acting, either. I’d really started crying. Being a foal, it seemed my emotions were a lot stronger than they used to be. Last time I’d cried was when I listened to Derpypony22’s reading of My Little Dashie A Sequel, at the part where Dash’s dad was reading the changed note left by Dashie and that was over a year ago.

These, however, had been tears of fear and sadness together. Sadness at the thought that they’d send me away and the fear of what that could’ve led to.

Once I’d calmed down, Octavia put the bottle back in my mouth and I resumed drinking, feeling a lot more at ease than before.

Still, one thing she said stuck in my mind. They were taking me to Foal Services to file a report on me so that my family could find me. I only wished I could tell them it was pointless, since my family weren’t even in the same dimension.

When the bottle was empty, Octavia took it away and smiled down at me. “All full?”

I was about to answer, for all the good it would do, since she couldn’t understand a word I said anyway, when I felt a strange churning in my stomach. It caused me to wince.

Octavia seemed to figure out what was happening before I could, because she lifted me, placed me over her shoulder and gently patted my back between my wings. This was followed at once by me giving a small burp, which coincided with me blushing like an idiot.

“Um, Tavi?’

“Yes, Vinyl?”

“Everypony’s staring at us.”

Vinyl was right. She and Octavia were walking down the streets of Ponyville (very glad I’d wound up in the one place in Equestia I knew the most about instead of, say, Manehatten), Octavia carrying me in her foreleg like she had when she took me from their bedroom to the kitchen.

Ponies kept stopping and staring at the three of us as we walked by, though I noticed a lot of them with faces that said they were looking at me and finding me cute, which only made me blush, giving me the appearance of a brown-coated filly with a red-furred face.

When we arrived at the Foal Services’ building, it was rather nice looking. A small square building, but with flower patterns decorating the front, giving it a welcoming feel.

We went inside to a desk, where a grey unicorn pony with a black mane and tail, blue eyes and a tornado for a Cutie Mark was sitting, smiling as the two mares sat down and Octavia made sure I was comfortable in the crook of her foreleg.

“Can I help you, ladies?” he asked politely, glancing from Octavia to Vinyl, then down to me. I could’ve sworn I saw his smile grow the tiniest bit more upon seeing me, almost as if he knew me and had been expecting to see me.

“Yes, you can,” Octavia said, indicating down to me. “Last night we found this filly in a basket outside my marefriend’s apartment, with nothing but this note.” Vinyl levitated the note out of the saddlebags she was wearing and handed it to the unicorn, who took it and started reading. “We wanted to file a report of her, just in case her family might be looking for her.”

The unicorn sighed, shaking his head. “Very well, ladies. Though, after reading the note and your having told me she was left on your doorstep, I get the feeling you won’t be hearing from her family.” I could’vbe sworn he winked at me when Octavia lowered her head, sighing and Vinyl glanced in her direction, so they both missed it.

I frowned at the stallion. Something in the back of my head was nagging at me, telling me I’d seen him before, and not just as a background pony. But my memory was totally flopping, in more ways than one.

Ever since we’d left the apartment, I’d been trying to remember what I’d been doing before waking up as a foal. All I could remember though was posting chapter twenty-three, listening to fic readings and going to bed.

When I moved to the memories that should be connected to that, like what I’d had for dinner, or what my family looked like, I ended up drawing a blank. I knew I had family and knew I’d been a twenty-three-year-old man, but everything else was so fuzzy. It was like the majority of my memories beyond MLP had been blocked off by something and the nagging feeling that I knew this stallion was digging at me even more as I struggled to remember where I'd seen him before.

I almost yelped in surprise when I felt myself moving and realized we were leaving the Foal Services building.

“So,” Vinyl asked once we were outside again, “where to now? Your cousin’s place?”

Ocatvia shook her head. “We need to make another stop first.”

Vinyl looked at her. “Where’s that?”

“YFN.”

Vinyl and I blinked.

“Come again.”

I facehoofed as I looked up at the name of the store and Vinyl had a deadpanned expression.

“Your Foal’s Nursery?” she glanced at Octavia. “And why are we here?”

“For her, of course,” Octavia motioned to me with a nod. “Since we’ll be taking care of her, we’ll need some things to do so properly.”

“So, we’re really taking care of her?” Vinyl asked, her tone making me feel a little insulted.

Octavia’s expression hardened. “Vinyl Record Scratch,” she said, her voice making both of us shiver, “are you suggesting we leave this foal all on her own? Or at an orphanage?”

“Uh, well, I, um—” Vinyl tried.

“Let me remind you that whoever left this foal on the doorstep of your apartment trusted us to look after Autum Breeze, and I will not be a rude and cruel pony by just ignoring that and carting her off for somepony else to deal with and neither are you, you got that?!”

I looked at Vinyl, hoping she’d agree, not for my sake, but her own. The vibe I was getting from Octavia told me that disagreeing with her was something only a complete idiot with a death wish would do.

Vinyl hesitated, then, reluctantly, nodded.

Octavia’s expression and vibe changed at once, becoming one of calm and she smiled. “So, let’s go inside, shall we?”

Vinyl nodded and we went inside.

We came out about half an hour later, Vinyl’s saddlebags bulging with the number of foal related items that had been purchased, and those were only the ones that would fit.

“They’ll deliver the rest to the apartment,” Octavia said as she stepped out with me. I was now riding in a foal carrier that had me strapped to Octavia's front, so I could see where she was going without having to turn my head to do so.

As the door closed the stallion at the counter called out, “Thank you for visiting YFN, Your Foal’s Nursery. You’re one stop foal store and have a lovely day—” his sentence was cut off by the door, though not before I facehoofed at his words. Sometimes the ponified stuff from the real world just gave me a headache.

“Now that all that’s settled,” Octavia smiled down and me, then look towards another part of town, “let’s go see Pinkie.”

Author's Notes:

Discord: Oh, dear. Won't Autum be in for a surprise when she learns it's not that fic she's in, but her own. His own? Oh, whatever.

Look forward to the next chapter, where Autum will find she's got one friend who will understand her situation.

Celestia: Discord? What are you doing? Who's the friend you're talking about?

Discord: *acts all innocent* Oh, nothing, Celly. Nothing for you to worry about.

As Autum is unable to say it right now, til next time, later everypony

Chapter 6

As we walked through town, I couldn’t help glancing around at everything. It looked so much like the show; I still found it a little hard to believe I was actually in Equestria.

As the pastry-shaped bakery came into view, I noticed Cheerilee leading her class on what I guessed was a school field trip. My cheeks turned red as they all stopped us and hurried over before she could stop them, all of them dawwing at me and saying I was cute and other things that made me feel so embarrassed.

“Alright, alright,” the mulberry mare said as she caught up. “I’m sure Miss Melody and Miss Scratch have plans, so let’s not keep them.”

I wanted to facehoof.

The moment their names were mentioned, all the children realized the mares identities and started off like all fans do. The most common question was when they’d gotten me and which of them had me. This caused all three of us to blush, though I knew neither Vinyl nor Octavia felt as embarrassed as I did.

Thankfully, Cheerilee came to our rescue and got them to all stop the questions and return to what they’d been doing before, though a lot of them were disappointed, especially the fillies.

As they all started moving away I couldn’t help noticing two of the class were missing; two fillies who were impossible to miss, even when you wanted to. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were not amongst their class.

I assumed that they were either at home, sick, either that or grounded from going on the field trip for something they did.

I didn’t get much time to think about it though, as we started back towards Sugar Cube Corner.

The door to Sugar Cube Corner rang as we entered and Octavia called out, “Hello? Pinkie Pie?”

At once, a pink blur shot from where I could see the bakery connected to the Cake’s home and stopped right in front of us.

“Tavi!” a shrill voice squealed and I found myself being squished between Octavia and something else.

“Oh my gosh, I wasn’t sure when you’d get here. I thought you’d be another few days at the most, but I’m so happy you didn’t and that you’re here now!”

The voice was a pretty big giveaway, but the fast-talking and wording structure told me this was Pinkie Pie.

“Pinkie—” Octavia gasped as I started to feel a little light-headed from the warm air I was being forced to breathe in over and over. “—we can’t... breathe.”

Pinkie let us go, giving Octavia a confused look as she and I both gasped for air. “Us? But Vinyl wasn’t being hugged. Who...?” Her eyes fell on me and went wide. “Oh my gosh! Tavi, you’ve got a foal too?”

Octavia cough. “Um—” cough, cough— “yes.”

Pinkie squealed. “Ooh. This is great! Come on, let me show you in.”

Before any of us knew what had happened, Pinkie had grabbed the three of us in her forelegs, yanked us, then dropped us on the floor again, yet now we were in the Cake’s living room and there were several ponies gathered their too.

I frowned in confusion at the group. Mr. and Mrs Cake weren’t a normal and expected pair to see, but there was also Filthy Rich, Applejack and Lyra and Bonbon.

“Oh. Hey, Octavia!” the mint-green unicorn called, waving, before she walked over. “Good to see you.”

Okay. So Lyra knows Octavia. That makes sense. They both have jobs in music, after all. They seemed friendlier with each other than the Lyra and Octavia from Allegrezza or Anthropology though.

Then I blinked. Wait. Lyra’s voice... It was Emogak’s Lyra voice.

...

Well, she does do the best Lyra, so I guess that made sense.

“Yo, Pon-3,” Lyra grinned as Vinyl stepped up next to Octavia. “What up?”

Vinyl shook her head. “Lyra, please. When I’m not on the job just call me Vinyl, or I’ll start calling you Heartstrings all the time.”

Lyra chuckled. “Fine, fine.” It was then she noticed me. “Oh my gosh! Tavi! You two have a foal too?”

“Yeah,” Vinyl said casually. “Found her in a basket outside my apartment last night, with a note asking us to look after her and that her name’s Autum Breeze.”

While Vinyl spoke, I’d paused at what Lyra had said. You two have a foal too? While we were here because Pinkie had a foal, that seemed an odd sentence for Lyra to say. For that matter, why were she and Bonbon here anyway?

“Oh, look at her,” Bonbon said, coming closing, a warm smile on her face. “When she grow up, I’ll be she’s gonna break a lot of hearts.”

While the mares all giggled at that thought, my mind had froze like it had when first hearing Octavia, Vinyl and Lyra. Bonbon’s voice sounded like the one The Ghost used for her in Anthropology and TheLostNarrator’s reading of The Things We Do For....

The very idea shocked me so much it took me a moment to realize I was moving again. Octavia was taking me towards a playpen, where I could see several foals.

As Octavia took me out of the foal carrier and lowered me down, her eyes were on the pink foal. “That’s little Surprise, I take it?” she smiled.

Pinkie nodded vigorously. “Yep. And she sure lives up to her name.”

“Being your daughter that’s not very hard to believe,” Octavia muttered and I giggled as she quickly nuzzled my mane and whispered, “Play nice with the other foals, okay?” With that she walked away towards the other mares.

As they walked away I turned to look at the other foals... and my heart stopped cold. There were seven foals there. The Cakes and Surprise weren’t that much of shock, after all, Octavia and Vinyl had spoken about Surprise a lot during breakfast, on the way to Foal Services, YFN and Sugar Cube Corner, but the other four, or rather; three of the other four, made my eyes go wide.

One foal was grey with a white and very light-grey mane and tail and purple eyes. She was holding a spoon in her mouth, a big foal grin on her muzzle. The other two foals were a pink one with a white and pink mane and tail and blue eyes, while the other was an orangey-brown, with a mane that was red with pinkish-red stripes.

My mind locked in a way it hadn’t all day, and it had locked up a lot. Recognition hit me like a ton of bricks as I looked over the four foals.
I wrote a fic, back in June where I turned made the inner Pinkie, the part that had been locked away after she saw the Sonic Rainboom and that bronies liked portraying as a psychopath, come out as a foal that Pinkie named surprise. In that fic, I also foalified Babs Seed and Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon... and these were them.

I’d thought I’d just fallen into a world based on The Drunken Ramblings of Vinyl Record Scratch, but it seemed more like I’d fallen into a world that was made from both that one and that fic I’d never gotten online since I never got passed chapter three.

I had somehow been pulled into my own fanfic! How the hell did that happen?

It was now, however, that the other foal in the playpen decided to introduce themself, tapping me on the foreleg, snapping me out of my trance. This foal was the only colt aside from Pound Cake. He was a Pegasus, like Pound and myself, with a white coat, black mane and tail and blue eyes.

I frowned. For some reason he seemed familiar.

“Do I know yoo?” I asked, inwardly rolling my eyes at the slur.

The colt looked me up and down, frowning as well. He put a hoof to his chin, with an expression that said he was thinking. “Is youw name... Audum Bweeshe?”

It took me a moment to understand his words properly, before my eyes narrowed. “Yeah. Dat’s my name. What’s youws?”

His face changed to one of happiness and... relief? “Audum!” he cried, a huge smile spreading across his face. “Oh, tank da lowd. I was wowwied yoo just wooked wike yoo.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Um... do I know yoo?”

“Audum, it’s me,” he said, pointing his hooves at himself. “Night Mist. Fwom Fimfiction, wemember?”

I searched what little of my memories weren’t completely cloudy, before my eyes widened and a feeling of relief flowed through me. “Night Mist?! Oh, tank heawens!” I pulled him into a hug, happy to finally have someone I could talk to. Maybe he’d know what was going on.

“Wait,” I pulled away, frowning in confusion. “How’d yoo get hewe?”

He shrugged, shaking his head. “No cwue. I just woke up in Mama and Mommy’s house.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Who?”

He blushed, then pointed outside the playpen, towards the mares and stallion chatting. His hoof was pointed at Lyra and Bonbon.

I glanced from them to him, my eyes widening yet again. “Lywa an’ Bonbon awe youw pawents?”

He folded his forelegs. “Yeah. Just wish I knoo how dough.”

I cocked my head. “Whaddaya mean?”

He sighed. “It’s wike dis. Twee days ago...”

Night Mist sighed as he sat on the bus headed for base. He’d been sent his next assignment just the other day and now was on his way to his next task.

He’d really wanted to just write the next chapter to My Little Foals: Friendship is Padded. Sure, he’d finally gotten chapter three out, but he’d really wanted to at least start on chapter four before having to go out on another assignment.

As he looked out at the scenery, his mind wandered over the him he’d written into that fic series. It would be so easy to just live a life like the foals in those stories.

He sighed. Even if it were, he couldn’t do anything about it. This was the real world. He could write whatever he wanted, but that was all it would ever be; a story. It wasn’t like he could go into a story and live it, though if he got the chance, he would do so without a second thought.

“So glad you feel that way,” a cheerful voice said.

He sat up and glanced around, trying to spot the speaker. The other people on the bus weren’t looking at him, or looked like they’d just talked to him and turned away to pretend they hadn’t.

“Oh, no. It wasn’t any of them. They can’t even hear me,” the voice sounded again.

He looked around, certain he’d see the speaker, only to see everyone else was minding their own business, not paying him the slightest bit of attention.

“So, you want to be a foal, do you?” the voice said, then chuckled. “Well, since I’ve finally figured out who’s been messing around, maybe I will, since I’m here. Have a lovely life.”

He was about to respond, when he heard a sound, like a clicking of fingers, before a white light blinded him and he remembered nothing more.

Lyra yawned as she stepped into the kitchen, her eyes slightly closed as she tried to wake herself up. Her performance last night had gone longer than she’d expected and it had been very late when she got home.

Luckily, Bonbon knew this. She was sitting at the table, enjoying her breakfast, but, sitting on the countertop was a fresh pot of coffee.

“Morning, honey,” Lyra yawned as she walked towards the pot.

“Good morning, dear,” the earth mare replied, not glancing up from her paper. “Sleep well?”

“Ha, ha,” Lyra said playfully sarcastic. She poured a cup of coffee, then took a huge gulp, savoring the hot, strong tasting liquid as it went down her throat.

“Better?”

Lyra heaved a sigh, then nodded. “Yeah. Man, I hate late nights. I feel like I wrestled with an Ersa Minor.”

There was a knock on their front door, causing both mares to glance at each other.

“Were you expecting company this morning?” Bonbon asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

Lyra shook her head. “No. You?”

Bonbon shook her head.

Lyra groaned, turning and heading towards the front door. “It’s too early in for this!”

“It’s 11:34 in the morning,” Bonbon muttered, just loud enough for Lyra to hear.

“Yeah, well...” Lyra’s sleep-logged brain struggled to find a good comeback. “I just woke up, so it’s still too early for me.”

A chuckle followed her as she reached the door. She opened it with her magic, beginning to say, “Look, it’s early. Can this... please... wait?” She trailed off as she saw what was lying on the front step. A small basket, with blue blankets was sitting there. Inside the basket, sound asleep was a small foal with a white coat and black mane.

Lyra blinked, then extended her neck outside, glancing around, trying to spot the one who’d left the basket, but saw nopony.

When she was sure nopony was there, she looked down at the foal again. She could tell it was a colt from the facial structure. She could also tell he was really cute.

“Bonbon?” she called back into the house.

“Yeah, Lyra?” Bonbon’s voice called back.

“Can you come here for a minute?” She glanced down at the foal. “I think you should see this.”

A few minutes later they were sitting in the kitchen, Bonbon holding the little colt, who was now awake. When he’d woken up, he’d looked shocked, his eyes darting from one mare to the other, before his eyes filled with fear and tears welled in his eyes. Lyra and Bonbon had quickly done their best to calm him done. Now that he was calm, he seemed both interested in everything around him and confused.

“Did the note say anything else?” Bonbon asked as the little colt snuggled in a little better to get comfortable.

Lyra levitated the small note they’d found in the basket and read it aloud. “Please look after little Night Mist. I’m am entrusting you with his care.” She looked back up at her wife, shaking her head. “Nothing else. Just his name and somepony asking us to look after him.”

“Hmm,” Bonbon said, looking down at Night Mist, her expression contemplative.

“So... are we gonna do it? Look after him, I mean?” Lyra asked, lowering the note onto the table.

“I... I don’t know,” Bonbon sounded uncertain.

“Bonbon, we can’t not take care of him,” Lyra pointed to the note. “Somepony is putting their trust in us to look after their foal, probably because they can’t.”

“And you think we can?” Bonbon asked, a tone entering her voice. “Lyra, you’re not exactly Miss Responsible.”

Lyra frowned, then shook her head. “So, what? We’re just going to send him away, never to know what happened, even if it turns out he ends up somewhere that’s bad for him, when he could’ve had a good life with us?”

“But, Lyra...?” Bonbon said, but Lyra cut her off.

“Look, I know I’m not the most responsible pony in the world, but I know that somepony is trusting us with the life of their child and if we just shrug that off and send him away,” her voice went low, “then we don't even have the right to call ourselves ponies.”

Bonbon stopped, then glanced down at the foal in her hooves, before she noticed he was giving her a look similar to Lyra’s, only his was mixed with fear and a pleading expression.

She looked between him to her wife, then sighed, unable to stand the looks from the two of them anymore.

“Alight, alright. We’ll keep him.”

“Wa-hoo!” Lyra fist-bumped the air, then her horn glowed and she levitated Night Mist into her forehooves and held him up high. “Welcome to Ponyville, Nighty.”

The foal reciprocated by laughing and cooing.

Bonbon sighed, which caused Lyra to calm done. “Bon?”

Bonbon scratched her foreleg. “Lyra, I... I’m not sure I’m ready to be a mom. I mean, what am I meant to do? Where do I even start?”

A tiny growl suddenly came from the foal in Lyra’s hold and he blushed, his white face suddenly turning red.

Lyra chuckled, then levitated a box of mothering pills that were in the basket out. “First, we need to feed him. Care to do the honours for his first?”

I gave a slight grin to Night Mist as he finished his tale. “Dere wasn’ anyting ewse in da basket? No bweast pump?”

Night Mist shook his head. “Nope. I had to nuwse fwom hew diwec’ly .”

My grin turned even slier. “Fwom Bonbon? How’d hew miwk taste?”

His cheeks flushed red. “Wike candy.”

I couldn’t help it. I started giggling uncontrollably.

He frowned at me. “What’s so funny? Bet yoo had to, too.”

I giggled again, then said tauntingly, “Yoo said tu-tu.”

He rolled his eyes.

Once I’d stopped giggling I grinned. “Actuwy, I drank Mama’s miwk fwom a boddwe.”

He looked a little annoyed, then glanced at Vinyl and Octavia. “Who’s who?”

I pointed at Octavia, “Mama,” I pointed at Vinyl, “Mommy.”

He nodded, then did the same, Lyra being his Mama and Bonbon his Mommy.

I folded my forelegs. “Why can’t we say deir names?”

He shrugged. “Guess it’s someting in ouw new foaw bwains, tewwing us subonsiouswy to caw dem eidew mama ow mommy.”

I nodded. Sounded as good as anything... plus the fact that we didn’t have many other options and decided to move to another topic.
“So, who yoo tink did dis? Discowd?”

He nodded, sighing. “Dat memowy is one o’ da foo I have weft. I wecognised him aftew tinking it owew.”

I nodded, sighing. Should’ve figured. I wrote that Discord was investigating who was changing ponies into foals in chapters one and two. Should’ve guess that’d come back to bite me in the butt.

“So, dis is da wowld o’ youw fic made weal?” Night Mist asked, looking around. “Weww, at weast yoo kept it simple... You okay?”

I’d frozen, my eyes going wide as they could possibly go. What he’d just said had happened as I looked at the other foals, Diamond, Silver and Babs in particular.

If this was a world based on my fic, and everything I’d written had actually happened in this world... that meant...

Night Mist grew very worried by the look on Autum’s face. She looked like she’d just seen somepony die, right in front of her.

“Audum?” he asked, leaning forward and prodding her shoulder.

She slowly turned to him, tears welling in her eyes. “I kiwwed dem.”

He blinked. “What?”

The tears started to trail down her cheeks and she began to sniffle. “I... I wote dat... Babs and Siwew onwy get... n-new famwies cos deir... deir weal famwies died in a fiwe in Manehattan. A-an’ if ewyting I w-wote is weal dan dat means... dat means...”

It took several moments for Night Mist to understand what she was getting at and when he did, his eyes widened and his gut drop. He’d heard Lyra and Bonbon talking about it the day he’d arrived. Bonbon had been reading about how recovery efforts were happening in Manehatten after one of the worst fires it had seen in years.

A lot of ponies had been hurt during the fire, whether from burns or other injuries and four had died. Bonbon hadn’t said who, but from the look on Autum’s face and the way she was looking at Babs and Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon he know understood who had perished in the flames.

He also knew what was going through Autum’s mind.

“I-I... I kiwwed dem!” she cried, the tears flowing faster down her cheeks. “I kiwwed dem! I’m a muwdewew! I’m a bad pony!”

With that she burst into wails so loud Night and the other foals quickly put their hooves over their ears.

“Audum!” he shouted over her crying, trying to be heard. “It’s not youw fauwt! Yoo couldn’a known!”

But the distraught filly didn’t hear him and her wails only grew louder.

The adults hurried over, Octavia quickly reaching down and picking up the wailing foal, who buried herself into the mare’s fur, soaking it with her tears.

Vinyl sighed. She was sitting at the table, frowning at it, as if doing so would make it answer her questions.

She couldn’t understand what had happened. She and Tavi had been enjoying a nice chat with the other ponies and learning of the ways they became parents (in Filthy Rich’s case, again and twice over, since one of the foals was originally his daughter already) and how Lyra and Bonbon had gotten their foal, Night Mist, a similar way to them and Autum, when said foal suddenly began wailing at the top of her lungs. They’d tried to calm her down, but it was impossible.

The sound of hoofsteps made her look up as Octavia walked down the stairs, came over and sat down across from her.

“How’s she doing?”

Octavia sighed, shaking her head. “She’s asleep... but only because she cried so much she tired herself out.”

Vinyl said nothing, thinking about the situation. Something that really bugged her was the pain they’d heard in Autum’s voice as she cried.

“You heard it, right, Vinyl?” Octavia asked, her voice quiet. “The pain in her voice?” She looked down, her eyes as sad as her face. “I’ve never heard a pony with such sadness in their voice, and she’s just a foal. No music could describe the sorrow I heard in that.”

Vinyl nodded. There were no words for the grief they’d all heard in Autum’s crying. It had been so powerful it had caused the other foals to cry, though none as hard as her. Night Mist hadn’t cried as hard as the others, though he was clearly upset that Autum had been so upset.
Vinyl got up, moved around the table and pulled Octavia into an embrace. The mare had started crying herself.

“I don’t know what to do, Vinyl,” she sobbed, returning the embrace tightly. “She needs help, but I don’t know what to do, how to help her. What do I do?”

Vinyl said nothing. I wish I knew, Octavia, she thought sadly. She hated seeing Octavia like this; it tore at her, especially when she couldn’t do anything.

Still, she held onto her, giving her what little comfort she could. It was all she could do.

The human version of me stood over Manehatten. The city was ablaze with fire. Ponies were running and screaming, trying to flee. I just stood there, staring as I watched my human self destroying the great city.

Stop it! I tried to cry, but my voice couldn’t be heard over all the other screams, explosions and chaos. Stop this, please! They didn’t do anything to deserve this!

At that moment, the human me turned, his eyes fixed on something and he reached down. When he stood again, five ponies were held in his hand. They all looked similar to Babs Seed and Silver Spoon in design and colour pallet. It was their families, the families I’d killed.

No! I screamed as his hand exploded into flame and they all screamed as the fire consumed them. Stop it! Please! STOP! I fall to the ground and buried my face in my hooves, sobbing.

ENOUGH!

The booming voice sent a wave of something over the city. My human self and the ponies he’d been holding faded away, disappearing like ripples in water, as did the flames and all others, followed shortly after by the city itself.

I looked up when I felt a wing drape over me and saw Princess Luna looking down sadly at me.

P-P-P-P-Princess L-Luna? I whimpered, blinking up at her through my tears.

She gave me a sad expression and leaned down to nuzzle me. It is not your fault, little one, she said softly.

Yes it is! I sobbed, shaking my head. I wrote that Silver Spoon and Babs’ families died in that fire. It’s all my fault that they’re dead! I’m a murderer!

Luna only leaned her head against mine, sighing. You are not a murder, child. You could not have known what you wrote would become real, nor that you would see the results of your actions firsthoof.

I sniffled as she pulled away and I looked up at her. B-but...

She shook her head. You will never be responsible for this, young one. Your actions were not intentional. You did not intend for their families to actually perish. You are not and will not ever be to blame.

I continued to sniffle and she leaned down and nuzzled me again. Please, child. Do not torment yourself with what you could not control. You gave those fillies another chance, a better chance. And nopony will ever blame you for that.

I wiped my eyes, looking away. I bet their parents do. I took them from their children.

The Alicorn shook her head. I can assure you, they do not blame you in the slightest.

I looked up at her, uncertainty and guilt still digging inside me. Promise?

She gave a wry smile. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.

Slowly a smile came to my face and I snuggled against the mare, enjoying the warmth of her body as I slowly drifted away.

Celestia cricked her neck as she left the throne room, ready for her daily break. As she headed towards her room, she saw Luna returning to her own.

“Good day, Luna,” she called, increasing her pace a little.

The other Alicorn stopped, turned and smiled warily at her elder sister. “Good day, Tia.”

“Are you okay?” Celestia asked as she reached her sister. “Was somepony having a nightmare during a nap?” She knew Luna’s job of protecting their subjects as they slept wasn’t restricted to the night. There were those that slept during the day, whether because they were nocturnal or just having a nap.

Luna sighed and nodded. “I will be turning in a little early today. I should be rested enough come night. I had to help one filly with a horrible dream created by her guilt. Luckily, little Autum Breeze is fine now.”

Celestia smiled. “Autum Breeze. That’s a lovely name for a filly. By chance, who’s filly is she?”

Luna chuckled. “She is the new foal of Octavia Melody and Vinyl Scratch, or DJ-PON3 as she is more commonly known.”

Celestia arched an eyebrow. “Really? When did those two become mothers?”

Luna frowned, slight confusion entering her eyes. “She was found on their doorstep in a basket with a note saying nothing but her name and asking for them to look after her.”

Celestia got a small kernel of worry she didn’t fully understand in her stomach.

“Um... about that.” A popping sound announced the arrival of the chaos master. “I turned the human turning ponies into foals into one him— er, herself. Sort of a poetic justice, if you will and gave her a friend who has committed similar actions, but...”

“But...?” Celestia’s expression hardened as she looked at the draconequus. When he didn’t answer, she said in a stern tone, “Discord, what did you do?”

He fiddled with his fingers, looking anywhere but at the Sun Goddess. “Well, it turns out that I put a little too much chaos magic into her transformation.”

“And?”

“You see, I changed her, well, him at the time, into his/her OC, a pony who’s special talent is to bring the season of Autumn and change the colour of the leaves and, well...”

“Spit it out, Discord!” Celestia’s fur bristled.

Discord gulped, looking to Luna for support, only to see she’d already done the smart thing and ducked into her room and locked it behind her.

Discord shrank, literally, under Celestia’s burning gaze.

“I might have, um... made her... immortal?”

Author's Notes:

Luna: Greetings, viewers of the internet.

Discord could not do this... Author's Note due to... Well... *coughs* Let's just say Tia is teaching him why just creating an immortal out of the blue is not wise... though i feel that is what she did with Twilight Sparkle, the hypocrite.

Anyway, the next chapter of this story will not be for some time. I will be giving little Autum access to a computer so that that one may continue with Living Nightmare and all the other stories written on this website.

We hope you all are doing well and... what is it Autum usually says at the end of these...?

Ah ha, i know. Until next time, later everypony!