I wanted it to be a sort of commanding, imperious tone when I said it. Something manly, something that conveyed the urgency of the situation without giving away my confidence or… something manly.

What came out was a terrified scream.

"TWILIGHT! TWIIIILIIIIIGHT!"

I pounded on the door over and over again, my hand going numb but I didn't care. I could hear the shouts getting louder, the heat getting hotter, despite it being the dead of night. My pounding on the door intensified.

Then, thankfully, the door swung open suddenly with a purple light. I stumbled through, collapsing onto the crystal floor, and the door shut behind me.

For a while that felt way longer than it was, I heard the shuffling of slipper'd feet and the resonance of something moving down one of the nearby staircases. My head pressed against the ground, I also heard the intense vibration coming from outside the door, and still I heard the shouting.

I was levitated off the ground and brought up to my feet, my shabby, overweight self coming to stand at attention in front of bipedal and lovely Twilight Sparkle as she approached, looking me in the eye with something between bewilderment and anger. "What in the world is going on?" she asked, not quite as urgently as I would've wanted. She wasn't totally aware of the situation yet.

Something crashed through one of the windows, and I flinched. Well, I say "flinched," but more like I threw myself to the ground and curled up into the fetal position. I was scared beyond belief.

At the very least, I hoped that got the point across.

I sat there cowering, hoping Twilight would be my last hope of protection. I heard her rush to the window, take one look outside, and pause. I could feel her gaze on me, as though she were hoping my prone form would explain what in Tartarus was going on.

The door opened, and Twilight stepped outside – I assume to address the mob that had followed me here.

I looked to the object on the floor next to me. Surrounded by the shattered remains of a humble piece of stained glass window art was a motherfucking torch. I was pretty sure there'd been some pitchforks in the crowd, too. Not a whole bunch of them, but enough. When these Ponyville folks got in a lynching mood, some of them clearly enjoyed the classics.

Again, the door to Twilight's castle opened. "I'm going to… figure something out!" the purple anthropomorphic alicorn shouted out to the mob. "Just… don't do anything rash! I'll be right out!" And she slammed the door behind her.

Twilight picked me up in her magic again, putting me on my feet. I realized I'd been crying on the ground, and I started rubbing my eyes. I heard her say, "Pascal, what did you do this time?"

"I… I don't know, these people have had it out for me since day one. You know that, Twilight." I spoke (more blubbered) my words quickly, trying to pull myself together now that I had someone I could make a case to.

The bookworm horse-woman closed her eyes, pushed two fingers against her temple, and took a long, deep breath. This had the effect of making her amazing purple breasts, tightly contained within a star-spangled nightgown that still revealed an inch or two of cleavage, rise and fall with an irresistible arc.

"Well, yes, the old superstition of humans has a lot to do with it. But…" She opened her eyes and saw where mine were lingering. "Damn it, Pascal! That's not helping!" she shouted, and my eyes jerked back up to her face.

"Sorry," was all I could say. I wanted to say something more, like 'I can't control it any more now than I could three weeks ago,' but I was paralyzed by a mix of shame and terror.

Twilight shook her head and walked past me, heading for one of the common areas of the castle. "I'm guessing this has something to do with your… tendencies. Something that was the last straw."

"Yeah," was, again, all I could muster. How could I say more?

How could I say that the reason I was a social pariah in this magical land of anthropomorphic ponies (and others)… was because it was almost exactly tailored to some of my biggest fetishes?

Twilight's breasts, the size of decent-sized melons yet as perky as a teenager's, would've been a one-of-a-kind rack back on my planet. But here, they were apparently just above average. Every anthro pony here was a knockout from my wildest imaginations, ranging from the merely impossibly beautiful by Earth standards to the downright Brobdingnagian.

Not just the females, but the males, too! The largest of which like Big Macintosh were tall and hunky without flaw, and presumably hung down to their shins with nuts like bowling balls, judging by the size of the pouches built into the front of their pants. Not as much my thing, but still damn arousing to look at in a sort of "I wish I had your endowments" kind of way.

The only break I got was from the teenagers, like the CMC. Apparently, once a pony got his or her cutie mark, they experienced an increase in growth from that day forward. Not that they were shabby before then! The CMC were merely very beautiful ladies – not beyond the realm of possibility back home, but right at the uppermost tier of possibility. And then those who'd just gotten their cutie marks like Diamond Tiara? Silver Spoon? Twist? By the time they were young adults, they were shortstack city, population T&A.

I was forced to face facts: I was a pervert of the most juvenile kind; addicted to a very specific kind of bigness, the possibility of rubbing up against so much idealized sexual flesh. I could get away with keeping that in the closet back home, but here? Where every pony was the living embodiment of my favorite fap material? How the fuck was I supposed to live like I had back on Earth?

I was brought back to reality by a terse "ahem" from Twilight. I realized that I had, during my reflection, let my eyes wander towards the area of the purple pony's rear. Her tail poked through a special opening in the back of her robe, but the rest crested over the curves of her butt, outlining and suggesting the size of what junk she had in the trunk. No doubt a pair of soft, perfectly formed bubbles just smaller than her breasts, projecting out perfectly from her posterior to form a considerable shelf. Again, just a bit more than average for this anthro Equestria, from what I could tell from my unintentional observations of many big-butted ponies in tight pants.

Finally, I wrested my eyes back up to her face when she turned around. My mouth opened to apologize again, but I second-guessed it. My inability to control myself was the whole problem, and we were past the point of 'sorry.'

Twilight folded her arms, pushing up her cleavage a bit without realizing, and fitted me with a glare. "So. What happened? What pushed these people over the edge?"

I took a few breaths to steady myself. I was safe from the mob now, at least, though I could still hear them clamoring outside the walls. "It was earlier today," I said, blushing almost instantly. I was ashamed of what I did, but there was no taking it back now. "I… lost control."

Twilight's jaw dropped. "You didn't…?"

"Nothing… direct!" I rushed to clarify. "I just had to… relieve myself a bit. So I found myself someplace out of the way, but… not… out of the way enough."

The purple alicorn let out a groan of frustration. I couldn't blame her, nor could I really blame the ponies outside. Caught masturbating in public?

"What's worse," I continued, "and I think this is the reason why a mob fucking chased me out of my house at two in the morning… is that it was, uh, one of the flower trio? One of them… found me. I think it was Daisy?"

Twilight shifted her weight on her hips. "So you're saying they, what, exaggerated to the townsfolk?"

"I've never been lynched before!" I said sarcastically, giving her my best helpless shrug. "You tell me!"

The alicorn narrowed her eyes. "Honestly, I don't think it matters if they inflated the story or not. Most everypony in town knows they like to overreact. But doing… that, in public? After two weeks of staring, being a general creep, and smelling like…" She sniffed at me." ...that?"

I glared back. "Per orders, I've been scrubbing every single fucking morning. So it's NOT B.O., for Chrissakes."

"Whatever it is, just being near you-"

"And y'know what?! I'm not trying to be a creep! You're the one who told me to get out and try and fit in, but… fuck! No one talks to me because they all think I'm some kind of demon! So I'm a creep because everyone else ignores me?!"

I stopped after that because I knew I was ranting, but I had to get at least that much off my chest. Twilight pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "You're right, it's not all that fair. Let me rephrase." She pointed out towards the front door. "To everyone out there, you've been staring despite being told to stop, you've been completely unsociable despite being allowed to live here, and just being around you – due to both the superstition and your pheremones – sets everypony on edge. No matter how well you mean, everything you've done the past two weeks was building up until… something was bound to happen!"

Her rant stung, for sure, but it was no less true. That was the sad thing. As scared as I was for… practically my own life at this point, I couldn't really blame the folks out there. Maybe for violently overreacting (seriously, a mob with pitchforks and motherfucking torches?), but not for being universally angry with me.

I found myself a chair and collapsed in it. "So what the hell do we do?"

Twilight put a hand to her chin. "Whatever it is, they want you gone. Out of town. But…"

"Since I'm a human with no history, no money… Where can I freakin' go? Just die in the Everfree Forest?"

"Obviously not. You're still a sentient being, and I've vetted you every which way. I do not believe you present any actual threat, you're just…"

"A nuisance. A public menace."

"Basically." Twilight started to pace around the room, her princess-y slippers flopping with each step. It was the first time I'd really noticed how anthro-pony feet worked; their legs were humanoid and they had heels, but their feet seemed to end in a cloven hoof instead of toes, which I could just barely see as one of her feet nearly slipped out of one of the garments.

I looked up just in time for her to turn around and say, "It's not as simple as banishing you or sending you to another town, or another caretaker. We can assume based on this datapoint that this could happen everywhere until you become acclimated to our world."

"So what then? Asylum? The loonie bin?" I paused and considered the idea. "Heh. Actually…"

"That's not an option."

"No, really. I mean, I don't really fit in mentally, right? I'm… I've got a disorder. If there's a way to 'cure' me and get me to fit back in society, that'd be-"

"I'm not sending you to an asylum!"

Her insistence on this matter caught me off guard. "Huh? Why?"

She shifted uncomfortably, as though she were able to reveal a secret she didn't want to tell me. "I… contacted Celestia on the matter. She suggested the same idea. Only… she wanted to send you to the State Lunatic Hospital at Fillydelphia."

Something in the way she said it told me the rest of the story. "I'm guessing that's bad, compared to my week at Ponyville General."

"I looked it up – I mean I researched it thoroughly. If this were any other pony this heavily afflicted, Celestia would've suggested something in Canterlot. But Fillydelphia State… The dean is a megalomaniac. The treatments are poorly tested. The physicians are all rejects from other institutions. And the documentation, don't get me started!"

As humorous as it was to hear Twilight's skewed priorities (in an "or worse; expelled" kind of way), the implication was as clear as it was unsettling. I found myself sliding further back into my chair. "...Princess. Celestia. Has it out for me."

Twilight nodded fearfully, as though she didn't want to believe it herself. "I mean, I could send you anywhere else myself, but… Celestia would have the authority to transfer you at any time."

"Geez. Probably hated me since day one, too," I thought aloud to myself. Whatever humans had been before, ponies like Celestia would be the only ones to remember. And she probably held a grudge. I had to put my head in my hands. "So it's like, you and Lyra – you're my only advocates in this whole thing."

"Not the only ones!" Twilight said quickly, though I could tell by her tone that she was backpedalling. "You know who I didn't see in that mob? My closest friends. None of the Apple family, either! Not Cheerilee – at least, I don't think so. And certainly not Lyra or Bon Bon. So not everyone here hates you!"

I thought of Twilight's friend, Fluttershy. How she'd always make sure I was never in the same room as her because she knew. She knew I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off her.

"Yeah," I said dryly, "but… they don't like me enough to help out. I mean, they're just being tolerant. Most of them probably won't mind if I get kicked out, 'cause it means their lives will get back to normal." I shook my head and let out a sigh. "Bon Bon's only let me stay with them for Lyra's sake. God knows she'll never let me back in after this."

Twilight was silent after that. And then for a while longer. Despite the gears desperately turning behind those beautiful purple eyes, I could see she didn't have anything else coming to mind. So I settled for stealthily glancing at her ripe, full bosom behind that robe, probably for the last time.

"So that's it, then. I've got no options."

"Just what I wanted to hear."

The deep, echoing voice took us both by surprise. It was followed by a flash of light, and suddenly there was a floating draconequus in the room hovering above us. Thankfully, Discord looked the same as he did in the show – I didn't have to put up with some musclebound caricature with an absurd flopping draconequus dick.

"D-Discord!" Twilight was the first to shout as she stood up from her chair, sending her breasts bouncing beautifully (as far as I could tell, very few ponies wore bras). "What are you doing here?"

"Doing something I've always wanted to do ever since I got reformed!" Discord replied cheerfully. He floated down to the ground and flew around Twilight's shoulders. "Imagine you're watching your favorite movie, and they get to the second-act climax, and you're thinking, 'All is lost! Whatever shall they do!' Then, in their most desperate hour, a hero steps forth with a plan. A brilliant, desperate scheme that's just crazy enough to work!"

One arm wrapped around Twilight and the other one stretched out to grab me, and he squeezed us both against his head. "Today, I get to be that hero! Oh, this is exciting! Aren't you excited?"

Both of us had the sense to smile and get carried away in his joyful energy, but a shared, private glance between me and Twilight revealed we were both thinking the same thing: Oh crap, it's Discord. And he's trying to help. This could get very bad, very fast.

Twilight pushed herself away and tried her best to keep up a polite smile. "Alright, Discord. I'm open to ideas. What's your suggestion?"

Discord finally let me go and floated down onto his mismatched feet. "I'm glad you asked, Twilight. This won't work without your help." And he snapped his fingers.

I almost lost my balance as the three of us were seemingly transported to some kind of ethereal plane. I knew in my bones we hadn't really moved an inch, but Discord had suddenly changed my perception of things. We stood on a field of stars, and above us was a sea of constellations. Not constellations, I realized as I gazed upon it long enough, but… cutie marks?

Discord frowned for a second. "Hmm, this part of the movie always bothers me. The exposition. Oh well, I'll try to make it short and sweet."

Then he started speaking very, very quickly and high-pitched, as though someone had pressed the fast-forward button on the remote of my life. Discord's mouth moved rapidly as he pointed out the marks above us and shifted his hands, moving the sky around as though it were a planetarium (also on fast-forward). Twilight also seemed affected by this as she responded to Discord and seemed to ask questions. I couldn't make out a word of it.

There was an audible VCR click-thunk as everything around me returned to normal speed. Discord was pointing up at the sky, towards a mark so plain that my eyes almost glaze over – it was just a blue circle.

"That 'cosmic concept' up there represents my complete opposite: Normality. Acceptance. The very idea of inoffensiveness. If it were, say, possible to apply that kind of mark to a pony, no one would have a problem with them, would they?"

"But that's NOT possible," Twilight insisted, continuing a conversation that I hadn't been privy to. "I've tried creating a cutie mark for Apple Bloom. I switched my friends' around once. They can be enchanted like Starlight Glimmer had. But they can't be created or removed – at some point, the magical field around us restores our mark and form."

"That's true for ponies," Discord admitted, and then he pointed at me. "But look."

I also looked down at myself. I'd become some kind of transparent white outline, nearly invisible even to myself. Shocked, I looked up to Discord and Twilight again, and saw that they were colored normally. But looking past them, reflected in the constellations, I saw an elemental chaos and those familiar six-point stars respectively.

Then I understood. All ponies were magically gifted with these cosmic concepts that gave them their purposes, their destinies, their magic. Even at a young age, they were filled with potential and couldn't be tampered with. But I, from a world without magic, had nothing. I was magic-less, devoid of destiny.

The expression on Twilight's face was hard to read as she, I imagine, worked through a bunch of calculations in her head. But I didn't see anything that said she thought this was impossible. Discord had convinced her it was an option.

I shook my head vigorously, and the world around me seemed to return to normal. Once again I heard the din of the mob outside, and it seemed to be louder than a few minutes ago. "What's the catch?" I said.

"Catch?" Discord echoed with a sly smile. "Oh, nothing, just…"

"There's no determining what will happen when this kind of pony magic interacts with a human," Twilight said quickly, halfway into lecture mode already. "Ponies come into their marks when they're sure of what they want, of their destiny. But when my friends were switched around, they become completely different ponies. Cutie marks have a certain power over us, even as they give us power."

I swallowed reflexively. I could guess what was coming.

"If this gambit is successful, you could be transformed into the most normal, acceptable stallion who ever lived," Discord said with a dramatic finality. "Nothing offensive. Nothing out of place. Nothing that could be considered… abnormal, for a pony."

"Not like Equalism," Twilight added, mostly to herself. "You wouldn't have all special traits taken away from you, but you'd be forced to have the most normal traits anypony can imagine. And because it'd be your destiny… you'd be okay with that."

I was suddenly terrified all over again, though I kept it quiet this time. In all of fiction, in all of fantasy, the one thing I hated most was the idea of having my mind messed with. Of doubting my own thoughts, of being controlled, of being effectively killed through my sense of identity. Made me kind of a hypocrite to have a mind control fetish in spite of that, but still…

"It'd solve your mob problem," Discord pointed out, jabbing his thumb towards the door. "And you wouldn't have to send him to Fillydelphia State."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe I deserved this, I thought. Maybe there was no other way. At least I'd stop being a burden to these ponies, so similar in nature to the ones I'd seen in the show.

Because that, above everything else, was the most painful thing about this hyper-anthro-Equestria experience. Despite their sexed-up proportions, the actual sexuality of their culture was relatively chaste. Nothing Victorian or anything like that, but just plain old modern polite repression, just like my world. Beneath the fetishes they represented, these ponies were still people trying to live their lives the way they saw fit.

And for all of my perversions, I thought of myself as a decent person. I didn't want to interfere with that, to take that choice away from them. Maybe this violent response was a bit much, and I didn't understand why there was this stigma around humans when they apparently hadn't been around for more than a thousand years, but…

I was tired.

I'd fallen from the sky, been poked and prodded for a week, and then shunned and stressed out because of my libido for another two weeks. Maybe it was time to give up on the idea that my magical adventure in anthro Equestria was going to be a dream come true.

"I'll do it," I said, my voice only shaking a little bit. "If it'll put this to an end…"

"Pascal, are you sure?" Twilight asked.

I tried to keep a straight face as I nodded at her. "I'm ready. To become normal." To myself, I muttered under my breath: "I'll probably end up better hung anyway…"

"What?"

"Nothing. Just do it."

Twilight became lost in thought. "Well… I suppose I could use Starswirl's finished final spell… But how do I focus the energy to reach out at a specific concept like that…?"

"Oh, that?" Discord asked. "You'll want Magical Physics in an Infinite Cosmos. Chapter 11, I believe."

The bookworm just stared at the draconequus. "Uh, okay. If you already know that, can you bring the book down here?"

"What, like I know where it is? How many times have you reshelved this place? Today?"

Twilight grumbled something presumably not-nice and dashed out of the room, her slippers still flopping and her robe still curving around her… well, curves.

I tore my eyes away and gave Discord a confused look. "Okay, what's your angle?"

"Don't you worry, Pascal," Discord said calmly, flying around to behind me and putting his arms on my shoulders. "Just make sure you're nice and relaxed. This might be a… difficult transition."

I was uncomfortable with the touching, but thought pushing away a powerful god of chaos might be a bad idea. "But… why would you know so much about making somebody as normal as possible?"

"Well, it's good to know your enemy, I suppose." Discord started rubbing my shoulders like I was in the corner of a boxing ring. A towel appeared in my lap out of nowhere. From the sweating and crying I'd been doing, I figured it was actually a good idea to wipe myself down with it.

When I was done, I said, "But why me? Why now?"

"Ugh, so many questions," Discord scoffed. "Stop worrying about those little details for now. I want you nice and focused for what's about to happen."

Then he gripped my shoulders tight. Real tight. His mouth hovered way too close to my ear as he spoke his next words in a lowered tone.

"Listen. Very. Carefully. I don't want, and you don't want, you to be transformed into the ultimate boring pony. But that's what's likely to happen, if you just give in. But don't. You have to fight this. You have to make this power your own."

His grip on my shoulders tightened even more, and I was afraid his claws would pop my arms out of their sockets.

"Think, Pascal. Think of everything that makes you you. Think of how afraid you are that all of it will go away. Think of how angry you are that anything would even dare to take that away from you. And ball it up. Keep it close. Keep it hidden. You have to stay open at first. You have to look like you're accepting its power. The cosmos has a mind of its own, Pascal; it has intention. Wait until the power fully transfers to you, and then… Take it. Take that ball of you and shove the concept of Normal inside it, until you and it are one and the same."

Discord released his grip on my shoulders and started rubbing them quickly, trying to release the tension he'd just put there. I heard Twilight rushing back, and some of the mob starting to knock insistently on the front door in the previous hall.

"Remember," the draconequus whispered. "Not too early. Not too late. Don't reject the power. Don't let it change who you are. Just pick… the perfect… moment."

When Twilight walked back in, telekinetically carrying three books and a manilla folder full of notes, Discord was handing me a glass of water. "Oh, finally!" he said to her. "I've been getting him comfortable. Could be his last moments as a human, after all!" He gave me an evil grin. "Any last requests?"

My eyes shot to Twilight's boobs.

With a snap of Discord's fingers, the bands of Twilight's robes came undone and flew apart. Under that was a button-up shirt and a skirt. The buttons popped off, flying across the room and pulling apart the shirt, baring Twilight's breasts in all their glory.

Glorious it was. After a few bounces that I almost perceived in slow-motion, her breasts came to a rest in the most perfect position for presentation even without a bra. They blatantly defied gravity in how they projected outward from her torso, sweeping out and to the sides, partially obscuring her arms. Her nipples and areolae pointed slightly upward, puffed up and almost demanding attention, and her breasts had so much soft mass to them that even at natural rest they formed a slight cleavage.

It was unreal, it was almost cartoonish, how perfect these breasts were, and how madly I desired them… But I got lost in them all the same.

Two nanoseconds later, Twilight shrieked and pulled her robe back together. "Discord!!"

I had the sense to look embarrassed and ashamed. "I… hadn't even said anything…"

Discord guffawed and said, "Well, what else would it have been?"

"I'm telling Fluttershy about this…" Twilight muttered lamely, trying to regain her composure.

"Worth it! It was worth it, right?"

I felt bad for what had happened at her expense, my enjoyment aside. "S-Sorry, Twi. I just looked, and then…"

The alicorn let out a supremely aggravated sigh. "Well, hopefully that's one of the things we'll fix tonight." She arranged her spellbooks in the air in front of her once she had her robe retied. "I've triple-checked, and in theory this should all work, but… It could be a little hairy. Are you sure you want to do this?"

I glanced over at Discord, who'd retreated over to the side of the room. He gave me two thumbs up in response.

I took a few breaths and calmed myself as much as possible, but I couldn't shake the rising tension I was feeling in my spine. Once I felt like I wasn't going to get any more ready for this, I nodded silently.

Twilight's horn glowed, and I was enveloped in light.

I was alone, back in that ethereal plane Discord had brought us to. I was an empty shell again, devoid of magic. I rose up, and up, and up, into the sky made up of cutie marks until there was only the blue circle, coming towards me. After what felt like a few minutes, I came close enough to touch it – not a circle, but an orb. Even in three-dimensions, it looked utterly uninteresting.

Yet I had never coveted, never needed, something so much in my life.

I reached out to touch it, and with the aid of Twilight's magic it flowed into me, filling up my white outline with blue. I panicked slightly, knowing what might come of this, but I squashed that instinct and remembered what Discord said. Keep in mind who I am. Keep it together.

Except that I was already losing it. As I grasped for memories of my world and the experiences that had made me who I am, I felt like they were getting foggier, more slippery. New ideas emerged, memories of a normal life in Ponyville as a normal stallion, that felt more real and tangible than my old memories. But I could still tell the difference.

As the last of the orb's power flowed into me, I saw – and felt – red. So much red it overrode the blue.

HOW DARE THIS THING TRY TO MAKE ME FORGET!

HOW! DARE! IT!

I was Pascal. I was a human. I AM Pascal! I AM a human!

Before I knew it, I was back on the floor of Twilight's castle, on my knees, my hands curled into fists, my mouth repeating that mantra over and over again until it felt right, until my human memories returned to me. It took an eternity to stop saying it, and in my mind I was still repeating it, still fighting the idea in the back of my mind that I should give in and accept a less confrontational life.

It felt so appealing, but I said no. I want to be this way. I can't accept being anything else. I wanted more than anything else for everyone to accept me instead.

After a long, long time, the pressure in the back of my mind ceased. I nearly collapsed from the release of tension, gasping from the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding in.

Above me was Twilight, her horn's glow dimming to nothing and her eyes studying me. And there was Discord, staring at me with a mysterious expectant glee, like I was a Christmas present about to be opened.

I stood up. I patted myself down. I still looked human. I was wearing the same clothes I had when I walked in – or at least, so I thought. After worrying about having my mind altered, I was too terrified to assume. But I had no tail, no horse ears, no hoof-toes, no oddly colored skin, and I was still my overweight young adult male human self. Even my, well, privates were the same size (the only thing I was disappointed about). It didn't feel like anything had changed about me.

Except for something inside me. I felt… full of something. Brimming, tingling with something I'd never felt before. Not so much in that I was stuffed or overfull, but… complete. Like a container filled to the brim: solid. Like nothing could push me around.

What I then noticed, after everything, was that I couldn't hear the din of the mob anymore.

Without saying anything, I left the common room and headed back out to the hall. There was still the broken window, the torch amidst the glass. I could see the mob outside, with a few torches and pitchforks poking up above pony heads. But I heard none of the angry shouts from before, nor could I see even a single angry expression in the torchlight. They looked… more confused than anything.

Twilight put a hand to stop me from going outside. "Let me make sure it's alright." And she opened the door to speak with the people.

Discord, meanwhile, started giggling madly, trying to keep it quiet so that Twilight wouldn't hear. I looked back, bewildered. "What are you…" I croaked, suddenly realizing that my throat was sore from my mantra. I swallowed a few times.

The draconequus just laughed at me, like I was the butt of a joke and didn't get it. Which I had to assume was true, but I'd just been through a mildly traumatic experience.

I waited while Twilight spoke with the ponies gathered outside her home. Then she stepped back in and gave me a look I couldn't place. "Well… whatever happened, something worked. Could you… come outside, I guess? I want to see their reaction to you now. Maybe you can explain yourself to them now."

Despite the apparent safety, I was still wary of facing the ponies who'd nearly run me out of town. Discord came up behind me and said, "Go on, Pascal. Go tell the ponies how normal you are now." Then he moved back, still giggling for some reason.

With immense trepidation, I crossed the threshold of Twilight's castle and stepped onto the grass. Around me were several dozen ponies of Ponyville – more than had been chasing me before, I realized. The action must've woken up the rest of the town, or at least drawn a curious crowd.

And what a crowd. Each one of them either a stud or a knockout. How many pairs of bulging breasts could I see from here? How many sets of thin waists, wide hips, and shapely thighs could I trace with my eyes? I had this problem every time I walked through the town the past two weeks – I couldn't stop staring.

But despite all that, I had their attention.

"H-Hey." I shook my head; that was an awful way to start a speech. "Look, I… know I've had a hard- difficult time fitting in around here. To say the least."

I summoned up some of that anger from earlier. I loved these ponies, but… "But for Pete's sake," I said forcefully, gesturing upwards, "I fell out of the freaking sky! A magical mishap strands me in an alien land, stranded from home, family, friends, any of my belongings… You'd probably be just as awkward!"

Pausing, I checked for reactions. Surprisingly, not a whole lot. There were nods of vague understanding, but not in any sympathetic way – more like they were hearing some common sense.

If they were so open-minded, it was time to see if they could be swayed. "I know I seem very weird and a little scary to you guys, but I promise you I'm… not. I'm just a normal human. No demon, no specter of the past trying to enslave you all. Just a normal human, as normal as your most normal stallion. Nothing to get worked up over, okay? Just… All I want is to be treated like I'm normal. No superstition, no prejudice. And maybe… a little benefit of the doubt for being a human in a strange land among a strange people. No matter how… naturally attractive those people may be."

There were a few awkward coughs in the audience, but no comments. Were they even listening? Were they even interested anymore?

I got a little angry again. "Just about everyone here owes me an apology."

A chorus of "sorry"s echoed out from the crowd, not all at once, but almost everyone in the crowd answered.

Somehow, this pissed me off even more. "No, not just an apology! You made me a social pariah! You nearly ran me out of town! Whatever I've done pales in comparison to that! What I should do is make sure each and every one of you pays back the debt you owe me until I feel like there've been reparations!"

Again, hardly any reaction, even some more nods. What even the fuck?

I willed myself to calm down. This was weird, but there was magic involved, so it had to be better to roll with it. "But I won't. All I want is for all of us to be forgiven, to move on, and to live and let live. That's what we really should do. Y'know, love and tolerance and all that. Does that sound okay with everybody?"

Murmurs of assent came from just about everyone. Some still looked confused, but the rest appeared as though they were satisfied by my explanation. Whatever Twilight's magic had accomplished, it had apparently worked. I was no longer hated by the community.

I checked myself one more time. I hadn't transformed into a pony when I wasn't looking, had I? No. Human ears, human toes, human skin, human butt. Thank God. These ponies were just accepting me for who I am.

Something in the back of my mind insisted that this was wrong, unnatural, that I should've accepted the pony transformation. But I squashed it again. This was what I wanted, and as long as I could keep it, I wanted to have it.

Twilight cleared her throat. "Who threw this through my window?" she asked the crowd, holding up the extinguished torch.

A mare in the front reluctantly raised her hand. Carrot Top, I think? Or was it Golden Harvest? Her breasts were relatively below average – which in this world meant only H-cups! – and she constantly wore tight shirts that outlined her torpedo-shaped tits which wobbled when they walked. She never failed to grab my attention, which probably explained why she'd been mad enough to throw a fiery object in my general direction. She didn't look so mad now, though. Kind of sheepish, actually.

The princess of friendship gave the carrot pony a stern look. "I'm going to bill you for the window. Other than that, Pascal is right. Let's just go home and try to move on, alright?"

With the matter apparently confirmed and settled by the princess, the mob slowly dispersed. A few of them came up to me personally to apologize once again, expressing their regret for getting worked up over "nothing," apparently, and promising to treat me no differently from anyone else.

I couldn't help glancing at the breasts of the mares who did so. Some of them were exceptionally large, brushing against my chest as the mares shook my hand. I was blushing furiously at having such close contact after two weeks of shunning, but no one really commented on it. I was thankful I wasn't so hung as to require a pouch like the stallions, because I was pretty sure I was rock hard too. Back to square one, I guess.

As the last of the ponies went back to their homes, Discord finally left the castle as well, wiping at his eyes. He had the look of a guy who'd been holding back laughter for a solid five minutes. Still chuckling and wiping away tears, he took my hand and shook it vigorously. "Oh, congratulations, Pascal! Congratulations indeed! What a glorious day! A triumph for magic, chaos, and normality!"

Twilight glared at the spirit of disharmony. "I still haven't forgotten about my shirt, Discord!"

Discord hid behind me and whispered, "Quick, tell her that it's okay that I did that."

Confused, I looked to the glaring alicorn and said, "Um… Maybe let this one slide? It's been kind of a crazy night."

Twilight's expression softened. "I… suppose you're right." Her mood changed quickly to excitement. "And he's correct – we did just perform a landmark work in the field of magic, especially in its interaction with humans! My hypothesis of how it'd transform you turned out to be completely incorrect. You didn't change at all, yet there clearly was a result! Would it be alright if I studied its effects further?"

I took a calming breath. As much as I loved the idea of being around Twilight's amazing mind (and amazing body) for a while longer, I was more tired than anything else. "Maybe another time. Now that I know I'm not going to get lynched…"

"Oh, of course, you should probably get some rest. Right." Twilight grinned awkwardly in that adorkable way of hers. "Well… glad I could help, Pascal! Have a good night!"

The door to Twilight's castle closed, and I was back where I'd started. Just minus one mob.

Discord chuckled in a knowing way. "Pascal. What a peculiar name."

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Except not peculiar at all. That's how the thought process goes. 'Pascal.' Hmm, what an odd name. Actually, and instantaneously, on reflection, not that odd at all. Just one I don't hear often, that's all. Nothing odd about that." The draconequus grinned at me. "That's the effect your name has."

Maybe it was the siren call of sleep beguiling me, but I had no idea where he was going with this.

"That's odd, wait, no it's not, that's normal. That's the other power of Normal, of acceptance, you see. To rationalize. To make the strange not so strange at all. And that… is why you should know your enemy."

"Okay, great," I said lamely.

Discord gave me a pat on the head. "Just wanted to let you know where I got the inspiration for this scheme. Oh, and one more thing."

He leaned down and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "When you realize what I've done for you, feel free to get down on your knees wherever you are and shout to the heavens, 'Oh thank you Discord for this glorious blessing!' or something like that. Don't worry, I'll hear it."

The chaotic amalgamation then snapped his fingers and disappeared in a flash of light.

I looked around, too tired to process anything but where the closest bed was. The mob was completely gone, save for two ponies who'd stood at the sidelines. Lyra and Bon Bon. Or was it Sweetie Drops? Fuck it.

After Discord disappeared, Lyra ran up to me with Bon Bon close behind. "Pascal! Oh thank goodness you're alright! You… are alright, aren't you? You're okay?"

I smiled, quietly enjoying the fact that the mysterious wave of apathy that had affected the mob hadn't deflated Lyra's natural… exuberance. "I'm fine. Thanks, Lyra."

"How could they do that?" Lyra demanded. "Running Equestria's only human out of town… Why, if anything had happened, I would've…"

"Stayed with Bon Bon, right?" I said.

This seemed to catch both of them off guard, Lyra especially. "Wha?"

"You would've been sad for me, probably done whatever you could to help, but you wouldn't have jeopardized your, ahem, 'friendship' with Bon Bon just over me, right?" I not-too-subtly gestured with my head towards Lyra's girlfriend.

Lyra looked back at Bon Bon, who looked just as surprised, but also very expectant towards Lyra. The mint unicorn smiled, tears in her eyes, and nodded slightly. "Yeah, you're right. But I wouldn't want to be forced to choose, is what I'm saying! Geez, you two are so severe!" She pulled us both in for a big group hug that mashed their chests against mine, which was nice. Lyra's breasts were firm and perky despite being the size of soccer balls, and Bon Bon was just a bit bigger and softer.

Bon Bon gave me a smile without Lyra seeing, the first I'd seen from her in a long time. I did my best to express a 'sorry, hope this makes up for things' using my eyes and a shrug. I knew she'd been extremely bothered by Lyra's obsession with me and my humanity, and – for all her grumpiness – Bon Bon was still very tolerant to have allowed me to stay at their place and draw the town's ire towards them. So I felt like I owed her something.

...Shit, I should've said something about being nice to Lyra and Bon Bon while I had the town's attention. Oh well. Maybe another time.

"Shall we head back?" Bon Bon said calmly.

"Yes, please. I'm exhausted," I said.

The three of us made our way to the couple's home – and they were a couple, as I could attest through the not-particularly-soundproof walls – while chatting about how crazy the night had been. Mostly Lyra doing the chatting, mostly about how worried she was.

Bon Bon said she appreciated how quickly I'd left when the mob arrived so that their domicile wasn't in danger. I asked how she knew about that, and Lyra waved her hands at me and said, "Suuuper-spyyyy," in a mysterious voice. Bon Bon looked annoyed but amused by this, and I tried my best not to look like I got the inside joke.

As we came to the door, Lyra fished out her keys from her back pocket – giving me a nice view of her rear under her tail as it shifted with her hand – and opened the door. Bon Bon stayed behind with me for a moment and just said, "Thanks. For what you said earlier."

I assumed she was talking about the conversation earlier. "Right, well… I know I've put a strain on you two, and… Well, I never wanted to do wrong by you guys."

"It's fine," she assured me. "Forgive, move on, live and let live."

I grinned. I guess she had been listening after all! "Sounds like a plan."

"So…" Lyra leaned against the door frame. "Are you two gonna come inside, or what?"

"Nah, I think I'll just sleep out here," I said sarcastically.

"Oh, alright then," Lyra replied. Bon Bon went inside without a word as well. Lyra started to close the door.

I stopped it with my hand. "Woah, woah! Kidding! I'll take the couch!"

Lyra looked caught off guard for a second, which was weird, but then she laughed. "Oh, right. Sorry. Crazy night. Couch as usual, got it."

Bon Bon looked back at me as she and Lyra made their way to the master bedroom. "Goodnight, Pascal."

"G'night."

"Goodnight!" Lyra proclaimed cheerfully.

The lights turned off one by one as the two ponies left, leaving just me in the living room with the last remaining lamp. I shucked off most of my clothes (because it was still a late Spring night and kinda warm), grabbed the blanket I'd draped over the back, turned off the light, and settled into my spot on the couch. Less than an hour had passed since the mob had come looking for me, and I was back home and safe again.

And it should've ended like that. Just off to sleep.

But no. Maybe it was nerves or my usual annoying libido, but I found myself growing hotter under the covers the longer I laid there in the dark. Fuck me. Even now I couldn't get rid of the urge, could I? After the fiasco the last session had landed me in…

I reached under the covers and fished out my junk through the gap in my boxer briefs. Already almost at its erect length of just under six inches. Five and seven eighths, last I measured. I was hoping there'd be some magic to help with the size now that I was here, but for the last two weeks it would've been the worst thing to ask. Now, though? Maybe I could get around to finding out.

I put my hands to work, thinking back to the night's events. My heart had been pounding as I ran from that crazy mob, and it wasn't hard for my lust-addled brain to take that pile of ponies clamoring for me and change the context a bit…

To imagine that the ponies weren't yelling at me to leave or go away, but to keep looking, to touch them and let them be tools of our mutual pleasure, because they were oh so desperate you see, yearning for someone to take their natural gifts that they were so blissfully unaware of and so casual with and just use them, rub and hug and suck and fuck and kiss and take and take and take… And they'd be grateful, happy even, just for the chance to have someone so exotic take their sensitive unused bodies… Thin waists… massive asses… thick thighs… long, shapely legs… and massive boobs! Boobs so big my dick would just get swallowed up in them! Every single one of them had tits like this! Everypony in Ponyville! Everyone in Equestria! All of them wanted their huge tits used! Gigantic breasts! Pressed up against my face, my arms, my hands, my chest, my legs, my dick! An endless parade… a veritable ocean of… of titfucking… Titfucks for their human master…!!

The orgasm came fast and was short-lived. Even a bit shameful. Lacking any tissues nearby to stick it, I just gripped the blanket tightly over my cock and came into that. I did this almost once a day nowadays, so it wasn't much. Barely enough to dampen it, let alone leave a visible stain.

I spun the blanket around and pulled it up against me, tactically tucking the wet spot away. Yeah, I was a pervert, but I was working on that. And in this world, could anyone really blame me? Because goddamn. It was ALL of them that did this to me.

I went to sleep almost instantly after that. As I drifted off, I felt like I might be forgetting something, but after everything I'd been through I was just too tired to care.