The Perilous Quest to Save Vinyl From Certain Demise

You make a quick salad out of the greens in the fridge, have a light supper before you make your way into your room upstairs, and settle into bed.

Your dreams this night are filled with the Everfree Forest. The mangles and dark branches of trees hang around you, forming monstrous shapes, while shadowy figures moved between them, showing you that you are not alone. In dream-induced fear, you run through the forest, feeling the unknown follow your every step, getting closer and closer to catching you...

When you awaken, you feel like you've gotten hardly any rest at all. When the morning sun filters through your window and into the room, you know you should get up, but still find it hard, even though you left the waking world early the day before.

Your mane is a mess from your tossing and turning in the night, and you can practically feel it bunching up in places, stray hairs pointing out from the tangled mess. drearily, you make your way out of the bedroom, towards the bathroom where a warm, refreshing shower awaited.

Absent-minded, you pick up a brush and run it through your mane a few times, before you turn to the mirror.

The sight of your reflection makes you freeze, shocked by the sight.

As you expected, your mane is a disaster area all on it's own, but your attention is immediately drawn to the floppy long ears extending from the sides, sticking up into the air as they perk up in response ot your surprise. The grey fur covering them is most definitely not that of a pony, though it matches your own coat perfectly. In addition, they are much longer, and skinnier than those of your average pony, making them stick out like a sore thumb.

As you look over your expression, you notice some other small changes to your appearance as well. You can feel your muzzle extend an inch or two longer than usual, your front teeth suddenly miraculously larger than the others.

As you stare back at the almost unfamiliar Octavia in the mirror, your mind reels, thinking just what this might mean.

And then it hits you.

These new ears and features belong to a donkey.

You stare at the mirror, just letting the revelation that you have just woken up as a half-donkey. Or are you now a mule? Your mind reels, and you feel like you could scream...

So you you do. But what comes out of your mouth instead only scares you even more.

"Hee-Haw!"

Scream and run around the house, lost in your distress.

You need to get help! Hide your ears with a hat, and find Princess Twilight to see if she can fix this!

Go out. Stranger things have happened in Ponyville, and nopony will think twice about it. Besides, you need a drink right now.