It took me a good ten minutes or so, but I eventually calmed down enough to think rationally. Or at least as rationally as I could, given the situation that I was currently in. Though, that wasn’t the only reason it took me so long. You see, I actually had a bit of an issue with trying to keep my balance. It turns out that I no longer have feet, but rather have these strange looking appendages. I believe they are called hooves, or at the very least I hope they are, as that sounds better than whatever else they might be called.

Speaking of hooves, I seem to have acquired a few more than I would have liked. I went from having two legs, to four, with the two new legs originating from my ass. It also seemed that my ass had grown a tail, which was now flapping around in an attempt to balance me. It took me a few minutes of staring, and several minutes more of touching, to fully convince myself that this tail was in fact my own, and not that of some unknown creature that had attached itself to me. And it was a good thing too, because I was seriously considering ripping the damn thing off, if only to get it to stop moving.

“Now that you have calmed down, I would like to ask, how do you feel?” Said Celestia. Her voice was once again calm and controlled. She was also sporting a wide smile. I don’t know what the fuck she’s smiling about, but I wish she would stop. I’m not sure if it’s because of the teeth in her mouth, or the fact that she’s an equine, but that smile of hers is starting to seriously creep me the fuck out.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. She just asked me how I felt. What a stupid fucking question. Seriously. How the fuck does she think I feel? I’ve gone from being a human, to a talking pony. I’m blue, my eyes are green, and my mane is fucking pink. If she wanted to know how I felt, all she would have to do is take a look at me. The answer would be pretty damn obvious, even to an equine such as herself.

“Oh, come on, Mr. Finn. Is it really that bad to have a pink mane?” Celestia said this, and then proceeded to laugh. And no, it wasn’t a normal laugh either. She was laughing at me. Well, okay, maybe not at me, but she was certainly amused by something.

Though, I suppose the real mystery here, is how the hell can she tell that my mane is bothering me? Unless, of course, she’s reading my mind. Which is exactly what she’s doing, based on her reactions, as well as the fact that she seemingly knows that I hate being laughed at.

Okay. It's time to get serious. I want answers, and I want them right now.

Celestia stopped her laughing, and instead just continued to smile at me. “I’m sorry, Mr. Finn. I truly am. However, I can assure you that I have not cast a spell on you to turn you into a pony. This is a result of you not being from this world. In other words, your body is rejecting its previous form. Think of it like a seed. A seed from a foreign land, planted here. It may have initially sprouted as a sunflower, but overtime, the seed will grow to become an oak tree.”

“I’m not a fucking plant.” I replied. Though, the comparison did make an odd sort of sense, at least in regards to my physical transformation. But still, the fact that I’m a pony now, is just… ugh. Why me?

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to reverse the changes. Though, perhaps if you were to return to the world you came from-”

“No. Don’t you dare finish that thought. There is no way in hell that I’m going back to that shit hole. You hear me? I’d much rather be a pony in a land of magic, then go back to that fucking school. You have no idea how bad it was, Celestia. The students, the board, the fucking parents, the other teachers, hell, even the fucking principal. They’re all fucked. Everything and everyone is fucking fucked. No, I will not, and I repeat, I will not, be going back. I’d much rather be dead.”

Wait, that's not like me, is it? Sure, my life as a human thing wasn't all that grand, but to basically say that I wanted to just give all of that shit up? To live here in magical horse land forever? That seemed... uncharacteristic of me, didn't it?

Celestia, who was no longer smiling, stood in front of me in silence. Her eyes were closed, and her ears were flat against her head. She appeared to be in deep thought, and was seemingly oblivious to the world around her.

After a brief period of time, she reopened her eyes. Her eyes were no longer a bright purple, but were now a dull grey. And yet, despite their lack of colour, I could see the immense depth that was held within, and could feel the vast knowledge of time itself.

A cold chill began to crawl up my spine, which in turn caused my entire body to shiver. It felt unnatural, and was very similar to the feeling I had earlier, when she had started to cast a spell on me. Though, this time I knew without a doubt that she was not the cause of it. She wasn’t the one casting the spell. I am.

Author's Note

Sorry for the short chapter. Future ones will be longer. Slowly trying to get back in the swing of things.

Having said that, what length of chapter do you prefer? Like, how many wordicles do you people want?