This is a response to the following question (and was traced from >>639835):


Situation 8

Way, way back in history somepony who lived where I live now — the crystal castle that sprouted from the Tree of Harmony — hid this triangular bottle in the ground. For some reason it was already primed and enchanted to bond with the first pony who entered its vicinity and had a thought of those inspiring (and almost transcendental, I have to admit) talents. That "found" pony would then be drawn into the bottle's tight but comfortable spaces and transform into a genie themselves.

When I was looking at the partially completed vector of South Holland as a pony my mind drew up a similarity to classic depictions of the creatures, and the bottle thus activated. I felt myself squished into nothing, then after five minutes (maybe an hour, I fall into a trance whenever I'm inside) I "woke up" — released myself, in other words.

Even Princess Celestia doesn't have words for the pure serenity I experience inside the bottle, or the amount of magic it has augmented to my own. Conjuring objects out of nothing is a cinch for me now, so I styled my bottle to reflect my very essence more accurately; this includes a new stopper. As for getting back my hindlegs? I just pull myself out and stopper the bottle, and they come back, like I'm showing here.