I had gone to the store for a round of shopping, like I do most days. Either for my private use, or for the Café. This time I stumbled across something unexpected, a line of cans, marked Canned Companion. That would be odd, but uncharacteristically hilarious.

On second thought, I picked up a can with a pink label on it. The can is too small for a real Companion, but what do I know of these things? It is the first time I saw these oddities, anyway.

I ended up paying for the little can as I left the store, I couldn’t just take it and not pay for it. What would the owner of the store think? Not that it was all that expensive. It is no fun to have your merchandise stolen, I couldn’t have that.

Of course, once I got home I placed it on the desk, in my room where I keep all my belongings. I did open it, just a few days later, following the instructions to the letter, naturally. It is why I bought it, to enjoy the product, so I followed the instructions in order to get what I had expected.

Yet, what am I to expect from a product like this? A canned Companion.

I have heard her tell me all the stories of Diana and how wonderful she was, but I never saw her myself first hand. The strange thing is that I do recall things and recognise facets from the story in myself.

She never told me Diana is the pink mare otherwise known as Pinkie Pie, maybe she wanted to protect me from what others would say, if they got wind of these facts.

How can one be the daughter of a fictional character, when she is a mare, when I do have my mother here? Is this why she merely refers to her as Diana?

There is this strange detail about a birth mark resembling a box. I just reasonably noticed the blue balloon on one of the sides of this box. Had the mark been in any other place, I could have ignored it, but it clearly is on my flank, or thigh as we Humans call it.

If only I could be permitted to have the fortune to see her again and for her to hold one of her signature Parties?

Pinkie and Derpy are trying to destroy the 4th wall. Pinkie wants this so she has more characters to party with, well Derpy is just tagging along. This can only end well...

Special thanks to my friend who helped me edit and write this who chooses to go by the name Fire ball. Give a big hand for Fire ball

Few ponies stop to wonder just how glue is made, or where it comes from. Perhaps it's better that way.

I had stumbled upon a small group of Ponies, in the forest as I was out, walking. I had failed to notice that they were; in fact Changelings.

What I did realize, they seem to enjoy my brand of humor, something I could enjoy and appreciate.

Once they had followed me home, they explained part of the situation; they need a Queen, and they figured I would be perfect for the position.

I picked up my mail, like very day. This time I found something out of the ordinary, as I recognise a scroll.

I had to read it, just like the rest of the mail. I couldn't ignore it. I felt an urge to read, in order to respond, to whom ever had sent it.

Only just after I had read it, the curse gripped my body, and it is too late to change my mind.

This story is a sequel to Rarity and Spike

My friend gave me a holographic character, Pinkie Pie, as it turned out. I was excited as I realised what she gave me.

Then I found a glitch in the program, only this time someone had opened up a loophole in order to give me the opportunity to have a centaur, which is a strangely uplifting surprise.

I had also found a note, explaining how to adjust her, letting on that I could make her real, in a more physical sense. That sounded like fun.

The final discovery, a small set of articles, the items required in order for me to make her stay with me, as the friend I may choose for her to be.

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Written by: Ponyess
Edited by: Ponyess
Re-edited by: ???

Early in the morning, I woke up with a stabbing pain.

Once I managed to slip out of bed, it had been padded down and muted, by what covered my hips, it is apparently bloody red, elastic like rubber, then I found a set of boots, matching the padding, looking almost like the boots Rarity had worn the previous winter.

Then it hit me, it is that time, only it never grew this bad, I just had to get used to it, and the new looks.

My first though was to take a walk, then I ended up at Twilight Sparkles new castle, asking her for help, just hoping for the best. What was to happen to me, how would my friends react on my latest change?

I had found myself in an unfamiliar bed that was never mine. It is where my story begun.

If I was to learn what happened before or who I truly had been is up to the Ponies of the village caring for me.

The first thing to come to mind is the pink mare coming over with Cup-Cakes. Apparently, she had an invested interest in my well-being.

Pinkie Pie had found me the perfect collar and handed it over to me. Naturally I had asked her since I knew she would only sell the best, whatever she sold.

I wanted an awesome pet, but could think of only one available; so I asked Fluttershy, who agreed. Why ask any pony else; only Fluttershy could be that awesome pet, for me.

I placed the collar around her neck; and together we observed and experienced her changes, into my very own pet. This is a very special moment in a Pony's life, and I did not want to ruin it.