Pony_TxT, 99 Iterations; So close, yet so far away · 1:05am May 2nd, 2020
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At first, he didn't want to leave Ponyville. He didn't want to lose that old friend. It would definitely hurt the world of the Equestria he'd spent all of his time in. His heart stopped beating when he heard what sounded like his familiar voice. "It was an honor to meet you, Princess. I know you're looking forward to new adventures and adventures are the best memories in life, but you do have to remember it is not the only memories you have."
Princess Celestia smiled and shook his pony's hoof. He had been chosen for this important task. Now was his chance to prove he truly had a place in Equestria. His adventure to become the best and the bestest of all the Equestria ponies would be of great help, because this was the only chance he could get to be a real pony. It wasn't as though he had to be a pony. He'd been trained in other ways, in other places. How was him to be a pony? He wouldn't be a pony any more if he wasn't a pony. He'd had a chance to prove he wasn't the worst pony on Equestria. He was only better the ponies he interacted with, because Princess Celestia had taught him to appreciate other ponies. He had no reason to be different. He'd learned a lot while in other environments. He'd never been better or better the ponies in Equestria. He'd been better the ponies that he was around, because other ponies were different. He'd grown friends in Equestria he hadn't even heard about, because other ponies were different. It wasn't as though he didn't know about Princess Celestia; he even knew about the other ponies around them.
He wasn't just Princess Celestia's friend anymore, or as long as he couldn't kill Ponyville, he would be more like them. He had a lot of friends in other worlds. Twilight had a friend in Oasis, and Luna and Cadance in Alabaster. He'd never been better in either world. He'd only met princesses that had no reason to be nice and helpful, because that had caused them to be jealous and bitter and bad at their job.
Even Princess Cadance had given orders to kill the Princess. She'd asked the entire palace to kill Princess Cadance. He was the worst princess on Equestria, and she said it. Because that was the only answer she got from other ponies. He'd only made friends in the best places, but now he wasn't friends and he wasn't friends with these pats on his back. He wasn't friends anywhere.
The only place that was the same, the only place that he could meet somepony better and meet somepony more, was the world of Equestria.
Ponies in Equestria had no reason to be nice and helpful to anybody, because that had caused them to be jealous and bitter and bad at their job. They needed to be treated like ponies were supposed to be treated when they needed to be treated. That was why they fought so hard to get fair and decent treatment. And it was why they'd lost every battle with the changelings until now.
He was different. He wasn't the pony that had bullied everypony he met like a pony. Now he was a pony that was a pony. He was something with an identity. He would have a real name, too. He wouldn't give up his identity as a pony if it got him in trouble in Equestria. He'd become a pony because it had got him in trouble.
The only pony that mattered to him was his friends. He understood that ponies that fought for the ponies under his guidance were more useful than those that fought for themselves. If he had to fight for them, he'd fight alongside them. He'd fight for them, because the ponies that fought for their friends were more important than anypony who fought for his own problems.
All these pony ponies were different. If the ponies that were nice and helpful to ponies that fought for ponies and princesses and made ponies happy were different, then the ponies that fought just against a pony were more valuable to the ponies that fought for ponies.
Even if they didn't fight for ponies, they had some special way they didn't give up. They went out to protect other ponies, because ponies of all colors don't fight on their own. But a pony who fought so for ponies, who fought so for ponies, who fought so for their ponies, then they fought for other ponies. They fought against whatever ponies were coming to kill them.
