No

That second panel is strangely adorable.

@Background Pony #51C3
 
@Background Pony #87F3  
The fact that people are willing to pay so much money for a falsely advertised and completely worthless cosmetic surgery is something that concerns me deeply.

Le Reaction

@Background Pony #87F3  
Jaw structure is one of the biggest things. Not sure they can change that? And how do they keep you from having a bunch of big scars?

@Background Pony #51C3  
>5,000 bits  
There’s your problem. It costs $5,000 for removing the Adam’s apple alone. A full transition, with appropriate snips and augmentation, can cost upwards of $50,000.

When a person could tell your biological gender just by looking at you, after transition. You just wasted $5,000 bits on nothing.

@Compu  
Is it called clinking if it’s a crystal pony? xD

@Cirrus Light  
tell meh

@Compu  
Oh.
 
…
 
It’s complicated :p

@Cirrus Light  
would u not want to try clopping if u became a female pony?

@Compu  
Wat?

and suddenly comes the clopping :D

@Cirrus Light  
O_o…  
That’s FREAKING meta.

>You have just finished watching “Boast Busters”  
>You then read a fanfic where your pink OC, Frutti, was called onto the stage for a hypnotism trick.  
>Your OC is hypnotized to believe she’s a human.  
>Blinking, see Trixie standing in front of you.  
>You’re sitting on a stage, in front is an audience.  
>Trixie announces that Frutti now believes she’s a human “stallion”.  
>Spike yells out, asking Trixie to ask Frutti a question to prove she thinks she’s human.  
>Trixie turns to you.  
>”Sir, are you aware that you are a pony?”

@Background Pony #B6FE  
1 and 3 were pretty cool.
 
madness stories awesomegreat

@Background Pony #B6FE  
They all sound fantastic, honestly. Number 3 sounds the craziest, so I’d run with that.

The stories that has spawned from this: (cenesoring some stuff though)
 
>Guy wakes up, am hoers  
>Through a combination of a desperate, willful act of disregard, deep hope that he’s hallucinating, and a long-term gambit that no one else will notice/ignore him, he goes about his day as normal, reasoning that things may eventually rubber band back to normal.  
>People stop and stare at the low-key weirdness he brings with him because he’s a pony, and he absolutely does nothing to refer to the fact that he’s a pony.  
>Everyone else thinks maybe they themselves may be crazy for thinking there’s a horse walking around, refuse to acknowledge what’s going on.  
>A giant unspoken agreement not to Talk About the Crazy Thing is formed.  
>The week continues, the guy-turn-horse grows increasingly stressed that he hasn’t became a human again, but steadfastly clings to his wild delusion that everything is fine, just fine.  
>Goes to parade/public event to relieve the stress  
>News anchor interviewing general public.  
>Asks the guy if he wants a spot  
>”Sir, are you aware that you’re a pony?”  
>The poor guy’s mental house of cards come tumbling down as the cold wind of reality blows. Everyone else breathes a sigh of relief as they realize they’re not insane, there really is a ^*%&ing talking pony walking around.
 
Story 2 (End of Hypnotism story):  
>Scanning the front row during the noise, you see your friend.  
>Her eyes are wet with what can only be tears of laughter.  
>Just what is so damned funny?  
>Letting the crowd tire themselves out, the showman returns twirling his top hat.  
>”Okay I think that’s all for Little ponies for now, we have other volunteers! Sleep.”  
>At this word, you instantly switch off re-entering darkness.  
>In seemingly no time at all, you and your fellows are stretching out in your seats.  
>The showman is bowing as the audience applaud. It’s over already? It’s barely been 10 minutes!  
>For a final joke, he tells one volunteer to take the long way back to their seat. They walk a stupid route around the crowd.  
>Next, he tells the others that they’re glued to their chairs. After much frustration and hilarity, they’re free to waddle off stage.  
>Finally, he turns to you.  
>You give him a warm smile. It seems he did something nice for you, but you can’t really remember…  
>He kneels down to your chair and lifts a microphone between you both.  
>”Before you leave us Sir, are you aware you are a pony?”  
>The world seems to shift in-and-out of focus, this phrase instantly making you become aware. Oh GOD.  
>You raise a shaking hoof.  
>It’s bright pink.  
>Eyes go wide with shock.  
>Aghast, you flail your head to see your blonde mane.  
>Shit. You’re your OC - Tutti Frutti.  
>You pathetically hide your face as the pure embarrassment cascades through you.  
>The crowd explodes with shrieks of mirth.  
>You want to die.
 
Story 3:  
>The little freaks are everywhere  
>One day the world is normal and the next people are randomly turning into gay rainbow horses.  
>You see them walking around everywhere acting as if nothing’s wrong.  
>That’s the worst part too, half of them don’t even realize it.  
>they just walk around pretending everything is perfectly fine  
>the freaks are walking on all fours, completely naked, and still think they’re human.  
>It’s not safe to let them walk around freely.  
>they’re so delusional who knows what they might do?  
>I’ve called my senator and the city mayor’s office several times to let them know about the issues here.  
>These ponies present a danger to themselves and society.  
>We need to lock them up, maybe corral them somewhere until we find out where they came from.  
>I have a hard time believing they used to be human at all and didn’t drop in to replace those poor people.  
“Sir, are you aware that you’re a pony?”  
>…  
“Sir?”

“sir?”

“I’m a colt?”

She looks really cute in the top picture.

“No comment.”

Oh and cause nobody made this joke yet.
 
“I MUST HUG THE PONIES!”
 
“No sir you are the ponies.”
 
Then sir was a mare.