You have the <span class="caps">POWWAAAAAAR</span>!!!

The Cosmic power!

Fluttershy: oh… my…

Another picture of infinite, cosmic Fluttershy. I think im getting better at making them.

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What was she? What had she become?

That was the question that the cosmic force previously knows as Fluttershy asked herself. Once, in aonter life, in another universe. She had been but a shy pony. A moral pony of no significance. Then sha had made friends. And become a hero, the savior of a nation. Then she made another friend, of a lord of chaos. A friend that had eventually became a partner, and a husband. And through him, through their bond, she had been gifted powers.

Then. Cosmos had come, and everything whent to shit… now her friends, and her world, didnt exist any more. The entire universe ceased to be. And by all definition, never had been. She had been the last and only pony in existence, and she was not even a pony any longer. Then, she had been the last of an entire universe, As there was only Cosmos. And then, Cosmos had ceased to be … And now … Now this…

She had become Cosmic. And as she pondered, Lightyears didnt merely pass by – they merged with her. She became the lightyears. She became light itself. Or, was it the light that became nothing but what she wanted it to be? The stars and the galaxies and all the space in between, It was all just concepts to her. Idears of how the universe should look. How <span class="caps">SHE</span> should look. She, and the rules of the universe became one. Space, Time and Matter became irrelevant. She was the only thing that was, the only thing that ever had been. And, as things were looking, the only thing that ever would be. She was the one. The all. The everything. The alpha and omega. The begining and the end.

An end, it would seem, that would never come. No matter how hard she tried to get a grasp of herself, ther was always more. And always would be. Was she still growing? It would seem that for every moment her power rose and rose. Or was the power always there? There was simply an infinite amount to find? Could she even be considered growing, when she was already infinity?

It was all so much that she thought she was gonna drown in it. She would be dissolved into nothingness amongst the overwhelming everything. But she didn’t? She continued to be, as ceirtain as everyting inside her came to be, the material universe, and its existence proof of her existence, intertwined with each other. She could feel the everything inside her. Every planet. Every lifeform. From the biggest space anomaly to the smalest microorganism. Why hadnt She dissapeared? How was she till herself? How could she still be one. And yet everything?

She could feel Cosmos too. A concept, yet a ceirtanty. The one who had destroyed her, yet made her. The one who had been everything, the one hwo sought to become one with her. And succeded But in so doing had filled her with the infinite power of the universe, and ended upp flipping reality inside out.

Thats what she was. She was the broken, chaotic universe flipped inside out. And now their roles had been reversed. Now it was Cosmos that was trapped inside of her. And she was not happy about it. But all she could do was scream. Trapped in this reality like a fly in a infinite webb. Powerless and insignificant, as all her power had traded places.

Ther was another one too. Discord, the lord of chaos, ironically the one constant in this ever changing universe. He stood attop a planet, bigger then the neations below his feet. Yet so tiny, so insignificant before her. Just a single speck in time and space, to all of infinity stretching out around him. His existence so small and brief that he might as well never have existed at all. Flutter-finnity feared that she would lose him. Loose him to infinity.

Yet she focused on him. And in so doing, She, the universe, centered around him. There he stood. A constant in the universe. By her will unafected by time or space.

She realized, that by her will alone, she was excerting some of her power over him. Making him be, just as he always had been, To her.

Yet for all the power of infinity. The Flutter-finity felt trapped. Trapped in the situation of her own existence. She did not know how to be a goddess. She did not know how to be the ethernal mother of all existence. She was a universe flipped inside out. And things only seemed to be getting further and further away from normality, and she along with it.

She wanted things to go back to normal, yet she did not know how. She asked him for help.

He simply smiled, and though he may not have needed to shout, he did. Summoning up all his power, just to be heard across the stars and the eons.. Just to make sure he would notice his words of encouragement. He told her he could offer no help. And that she did not need it. This was beyond him. It was all literary in her divine hands now. And she would figure it out, he encurraged. She literally had an infinity to do so.