Change in Me Over Change in Time

"Eugh, why does my everything hurt?" I attempt to assume the fetal position when a sharp pain shoots through my left shoulder. "Aagh!" -Clasping my shoulder I whimper a bit- "Ffffriggenfreude that hurt." I must have dislocated it.

"Okay, so, step one. Ascertain the situation."

Am I really talking to myself agian?

Yup.

Okay, sounds good.

Opening my eyes is a slow and optically painful experience. "Tch," -I wince a bit at the amount of light around me- "woah, that's trippy." Everything around me is colors, not like splotches of nice colors but like a bunch of hippies got together and made an opening montage for a 90's TV show, sharp, vibrant, contrasting smatterings of color everywhere. Better yet, like the plane of suck decided to jump into every vat of paint ever and the paints got colorist and segregated themselves into dispersed communities.

"Alrighty, well that's weird but not entirely unexpected." I mean I could be dead, unconscious and dreaming or in a coma. Doesn't really matter though, conscious thought still seems to be a thing. I go to pat myself down real quick and make sure everything is in place and... "OW!" punch myself in the chest with something hard. "Ow, ow ,ow, seriously? What the heck am I holding? And why are my sleeves so long?! And why can't I feel my fingers?" I growl a bit as I attempt to rescue my arm from my sleeve by rubbing it against my side. As my extremity  extricates itself I gape a bit at what I am seeing.

"A hoof... I have a hoof, -" I look down and rescue my leg by hiking up my pants "- plural, I have hooves... I don't even... what..."

"At least I'm green?" I try to reason with myself.

Looking around again everything looks the same, and everything is still a bit sore. That's when I notice a slight breeze begin to caress me. "Drafty, nice." I deadpan and my ear flicks in agitation. "Did my ear just..." I launch my head vertically trying to see my ear. Right, it doesn't work that way.

Cue face-palm.

"Ow! Whyhyhyyy," I whimper after taking a hoof to the head and proceed to pout at my new appendage. "Bad hoovsies, no hitting."

The sound of the breeze in my ears is turning into a wind as I start to look around a bit more frantically. Oh what now? Shortly the air around me begins to buffet me harshly. The plane of colorful suck begins to morph into the plane of shitty suck as I realize that I'm falling. Did I mention that everything was also turning a monocolor of brown? That's what happened when you combined all the paints in art class together in highschool.

So, lets see what I get to fall on. Looking below me doesn't find me my destination. Looking ahead does though, and apparently I'm falling head first towards a blue dot in the distance. "Ohhh this is gonna suck."

As I get a bit closer I realize I am traveling pretty fast and that those many short vertical lines of color separated by individual long lines of a woody yellow, likely means 'book case'. Heh hoovsies. Oh, hi Murphy's bookcase. "Yup its been confirmed Houston, much suck. Full ahead it is then. SHIIIIIIIIIIII..."

A purple pony princess pants perturbedly, placing a perse hoof upon her peak whilst parking her plot.

"Why, Discord, did you think placing a part of you into the spell I was working on was, in any way, a good idea?"

"I thought it would provide entertaining results," the now one-armed draconequus mumbled while rubbing the remaining stump of one arm with a griffon claw.

"Discord," -she rubs her temples with her hooves- "the entire purpose of experimenting with the scientific method is having a controlled environment so that the results can be recorded and repeated if necessary. Chaos magic in any form takes that whole principle and throws it out the window."

"I know, but this-" he stop and points at the swirling vortex "- I believe will prove interesting."

She sighs. "Lets just hurry up and close it before anything happens."

"iiiiiii..."

"Too late," He smiles and places himself before the swirling eddy.

"IIIIIIIIIIII!" A mares yell can be heard getting louder.

Waving with the once gone paw, "Hi, welcome to.."

The draconequus' greeting is cut short by a green horn impaling itself bloodlessly through his chin and out an eye socket. The rest of the mare attached to the spire slamming bodily into him sending them both careening into the bookcase behind him.

Twilight just stands there slack-jawed, unable to fully comprehend what just transpired while a low moan comes from the new arrival.

Momentarily the green mare in baggy over-sized clothing attempts to stand. With an audible pop, discords head disconnects from his body leaving a mannequin-like stump while his displaced eye rolls around on the ground as though made of glass. The mare's face quickly turns a much lighter shade of green before mumbling "Fffuck you Murrrk!" and promptly voids her stomach upon Discord's prone form before collapsing upon him and her sick. Her earthy brown mane flopping down with her.

Shaking herself out of her stupor, Twilight bellows "SPIKE! THE PONYVILLE GENERAL CRYSTAL!"

"Sparkle do be a deer and get me off of this pike. I'd like to see the mayhem, and mayhaps what is giving off that aroma."

Feeling a shift in weight upon her head, she looks up, and sighs. Igniting her six-point rack of antlers, she liberates the snaggle-toothed goats-head from its post. Rotating to get a view, it lets out a gasp.

"Of course I get vomited on." -his body raises its arms- "I throw myself in harms way to help a girl and this is the thanks I get!" He grumbles before he snaps a claw and a new body sprouts from his head. Reaching down to pick up his eye, he pops it into his mouth and swallows, blinks, and his eye reappears where it should be.

A patter of small feet can be heard entering the the room. "I've got... the scrying crystal... Twilight... What happened? Rainbow fight the stained glass again?" The adolescent purple dragon with green spines pants out. Hunched over and catching his breath he holds up the hoof sized crystal for Twilight.

"Thanks Spike, and no, its something a bit worse this time," she gravely declares while taking the crystal in her aura. Staring intently into the crystal, she brings s bit of an overglow to her horn.

Sniffing the air, Spike scrunches up his face and asks "Eugh, whats that smell?"

To which Discord replies, "Half digested meat," and with a 'Pwing', the princess and the disheveled mare were gone.