If someone offered me fifty dollars, I'd probably take it.
If someone offered me an opportunity to see from the eyes of a pretty pony princess, I'd probably back away slowly.

Somehow, I wound up inside the alien body of a talking horse; royalty, to boot. My name is Julius, and this is the sad, sordid tale of how I became a temporary princess of a bunch of ponies.
(This story should not be taken seriously under any circumstances.)