Twilight was sitting at her desk leafing through paperwork, when an explosion suddenly sounded in her living room.

Living with two volatile draconequii, Twilight had long ago come to accept this as an average Tuesday. With a sigh, she took a calm sip of her coffee, then stood to investigate.

The living room had only suffered minimal damage, she noted. But there, in the center of rubble and sparkling pink smoke, a figure began to emerge. Twilight’s jaw fell open.

“Pandora?”

“Guess I’m Pony-dora now.” Pandora beamed, proudly lifting her head. “A shapeshifting spell of this magnitude was tricky, but I think I’ve finally got the hang of it! Isn’t it amazing, Mom? Don't just stand there gawking! How does my new form look?”

“It’s…” Twilight swallowed. “Panny, it’s…”

“Elegant? Imposing? Powerful?”

“It’s so cute!” Twilight let out an honest-to-Celestia squee, then immediately blushed, embarrassed of herself. Still, she couldn’t restrain her bright grin, and eagerly clasped Pan’s tiny face in her hooves, even as her daughter squeaked in protest. “C-cute?”

“Starswirl’s Beard, just look at you! It must have been difficult to transmogrify all of your body mass into such a small form, especially one with such accurate equine proportions-” Twilight inspected her daughter excitedly, and Pan flushed crimson. She attempted to squirm away, but it seemed as though alicorns were much stronger than regular ponies.

“Look at your muzzle! And your little ears, and your unicorn horn, and oh, your teeny tiny hoofsies-” Twilight was honestly cooing now, like a mother might do to a young foal, and Pan wondered if it was possible to die from sheer embarrassment.

“Your cutie mark is just like mine!” Twilight’s hoof poked Pan’s marshmallowy pony flank, and Pan bleated like a baby goat. “I wonder what it means?”

“Mom.”

“Oh, I didn’t even notice your tail! It’s just like mine, too!” Twilight beamed, clopping her hooves. “You know, it’s legend that long, leonine unicorn tails are a trait shared among descendants of Starswirl the Bearded-”

“Mom.”





“And you’re so fluffy! I mean, you were fluffy before as a draconequus, but now it looks like you’ve inherited my neck and shoulder feathers. I wonder what other alicorn traits you’ve received? We’ll have to do so many tests-”

“Mother!” Pan stomped a tiny hoof down, and attempted to let out an angry horse whinny to voice her displeasure, but all that came out was a noise like an startled lamb. All in all, it sounded like

“Beeeeehhh!”



There was a pause.

Pan blushed so hard that it spread to her ears and neck. Twilight began to chuckle.

“I’m not c-cute. I’m fearsome, Mom.” Pan scuffed the ground with her hoof. “Honest.”

“Sure, Panny.” Twilight smiled. She leaned close and nuzzled her huffy daughter, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re the most fearsome and terrifying creature in the world, my little pony.”

“Don’t patronize me, old mare.” Pan groused, but curiously, she didn’t resist much when her mother pulled her into a tight hug.

Pandora always thought that if she magicked herself into a pony, her equine body would be more, well...impressive.But instead she is dinky and most unintimidating, darn itTwilight thinks her daughter is quite adorable as a teeny horse thoalso, Pan can't cast as powerful spells in her pony body and accidentally blow up Twi's living room again, so double winPan isn't happy and will be making tiny angry baby goat noises until she shapeshifts backPan's pony form is namedMore of her here: