One week later

The funereal pyre burned brightly, the tall flames swaying and flickering with the wind. The cold wind stung my tear stained face as I watched my best friend, my family, go up in flames. The funereal was two hours ago, and still the fire burned... still I stood here, wishing this was all a dream. Flossy, my homie, my nigga, the man who freed me all those years ago...

*sniff*

Oh god, not again. Haven't I cried enough? Wait... that wasn't me.

"F-Frosty, are y-you gonna be okay?" I heard Lyra's voice behind me, sorrow and concern evident in her voice. I didn't turn to face her, or answer. I honestly didn't know.... at first, there were no words to describe how angry I was. How furious I was. But now, after a week to cool off... I still felt angry. But I also felt...

Alone.

A pair of hooves wrapped around me from behind. "Frosty, please... could you look at me?"

After a couple of minutes of staring at the fire, I finally turn to face her, my eyes locking with her golden gaze, and she gasps.

"F-Frosty, your eyes!" she exclaims. My eyes....?

Flossy is dead and burning in front of me, and all she cares about are my fucking EYES?!?!?!

"What." She flinches at the harshness of my words, but presses on.

"You're bleeding!" What? I lift my hand up to my face to check, and it comes away dripping with blood. My blood. "It's coming from your head too! Frosty, you're covered! Wait here, I'm gonna get nurse Redheart!" Before I can respond, she takes off towards town. I just turn to stare at the fire again. There wasn't much left of Flossy's body, but even so, he looked so... peaceful. How can you be murdered and not look angry when you die? Or sad?

...Does he forgive them?

"Here, Nurse Redheart!" I hear Lyra's voice again, as well as multiple sets of hooves.

"Alright, we'll handle it from here, Lyra." I hear a faintly familiar voice respond before I lift off the ground.

"Put me down!" I struggle frantically against the magical grip, but it shows no signs of weakening. Looking back I notice five unicorns there beside Redheart, all of which had glowing horns. She must've suspected I'd put up a fight. I also notice a stretcher they brought along, as they lower me into it and fasten the straps. My eyelids suddenly feel heavy, and I sink into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

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"-ultiple places.... just burst open.... rapidly cha...." I faintly hear a stallions voice as I come around. My head hurts, specifically the areas next to my horn. My limbs feel heavy, itchy. How long was I out?

"Doctor, I ask that you leave the room. He's waking up, and I must speak to him." Yet another familiar voice says, followed by the sound of receding hoofsteps. Finally, I can open my eyes, and I do so. Everything is a blur of blinding light, until my eyes get adjusted. On my left, watching over me, was Princess Celestia. As our eyes met, she gave me a motherly smile.

"I wish we could meet under better circumstances than this, Frosty." she comments. I simply say nothing, my anger slowly returning to me.

She sighs, "Why won't you speak to me? It's unhealthy to keep everything bottled up-"

"Why weren't you at the funereal?" I interrupt, keeping the anger out of my voice.

"I was preoccupied, Frosty. Try to understand-"

"Understand? Understand?! Flossy is dead damn it! Despite everything he went through back home, he still believed in peace, being kind, even when his best friend was a fucking killer! Isn't THAT what you ponies prize so much?! Peace?! He was one of the last of our kind here and still upheld your value of peace, and not only was he murdered, but damn near no one came to say goodbye!! He deserved better than this!! He... He..." I sigh. I can't speak any more right now, but if the look on Celestia's face is any indication, I think she gets it.

"... I know it's too late to say this, but I truly am sorry, Frosty. For everything that's happened while you've lived here. I... I understand how you feel right now." she replies, moving my head to her shoulder and hugging me with a wing. The telltale sting in my eyes is all the warning I get before tears start streaming from my eyes and the hiccups set in. Me, a grown man, cuddling a pony princess and crying like a little bitch. I really have gotten soft. Damn ponies...

"Shh...Shh..." Celestia coos, rubbing my bare back with her wing, below my own wings. That reminds me...

"Celestia, what happened earlier? I just suddenly started bleeding." I ask, my voice scratchy and hoarse, yet thankfully understandable. She pulls away slightly so she can look at me.

"Don't freak out when I show you, Frosty. You may not realize it, but you lost quite a bit of blood, and you may worsen your injuries." How the hell did I lose that much blood anyway? Or more importantly, how did I not notice? I just nod. She seems unsure, but levitates a nearby mirror regardless, letting me look at mys- what the shit?!

My eyes are bigger, taking up more room on my face, my normally snow white hair was now a light blue, and thick, white peach-fuzz was growing all over my head. It was the same color as my horn, and wings! Looking at my arms, the same peach-fuzz was present, and even on my chest. It didn't cover me, but it was everywhere! Looking back up at my head I notice two small, curved horns on either side of my main horn.

"What the-! *cough* *cough*"

"Frosty, calm down." Celestia says, "Look at your feet."

I do so, lifting the blanket (huh, I'm naked) and look- where the fuck are my feet?!

My jaw just drops. There, at the end of my legs, were hooves. Hooves. As in, the things ponies have! Wait, am I turning into a...

"Am I turning into a pony?! *cough* *cough* *hack*" I exclaim loudly, before being set upon by a coughing fit.

"It appears so, Frosty." Celestia nods, smiling. God damnit, I seriously need a drink.

Scratch that, I need a couple dozen drinks.

"Well, I must return to Canterlot. Your friends will be here shortly to check on you." She says, before disappearing in a flash.

Flossy's dead, and I'm turning into a pony. Something tells me that Equestria doesn't like humans.

Author's Note

By the four princesses, am I tired.