At long last, she finished the spell. It was the most complicated thing she had ever worked on. The directional sigils carved onto the floor were sharp, precise, and positioned down to a hair’s breadth. She had the portal spell memorized so well she could do it in her sleep. The transformation spell was the most dangerous part since she was changing her own body, but she had practiced it many times.
To the horror of her roommate that had walked in on a few of her early attempts.
The poor mare took one look at her newly create, though too long and boneless, fingers, and started screaming about tentacle monsters for the following week.
She finally invested in a lock for her door when she was trying to get the proportions and shape of her teeth and fingers right.
Her horn glowed as she started pulling in and weaving the arcane magics. Bolts of raw energy escaped the edges of the spell and arced down to the runes on the floor. A crawling sensation travelled back and forth throughout her body as her form shifted.
A wave of nausea overcame her as her internal organs shifted, preparing themselves for not only the new posture, but also a new diet. She almost lost her focus on the spell as her heart and lungs changed size.
Her muzzle shrank into her face and her teeth bent and flowed, sharpening and reducing in number. The hairs all over her body lightened and shrank, reducing in number until the pale pink of her skin showed more than the now blonde hairs. Her ears shrank and slid down the sides of her head, rounding out and stiffening. Her eyes shrank into her now flat face. Her nostrils retreated under a soft nose. Her hooves broke apart painfully, stretching into long, thin fingers, the hoof itself thinning and lightening until it was only on the tops of her fingers. Her rear hooves broke apart as well, dividing into stubby fingers at the very end as the bones shrank and split. Soon, she had a roughly triangular surface of soft skin that, while exactly how the books described them, felt much too soft and sensitive for walking on.
She stood up shakily even as her joints popped and twisted until they faced their now familiar, but still strange directions. Her teats were by far the most disturbing sensation as they moved the full length of her barrel and surrounded themselves with fat. Her mane receded from her back and neck until it only covered the top and back of her head, turning a light straw color. Her tail disappeared entirely, the dock being absorbed into her back.
The world shimmered around her. The walls of her bedroom started flowing and rippling. She was quickly running out of magical power and started to get nervous. She forced more magic out as the boundary between worlds stretched to its limit.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she felt the fabric of space rip. The whiteness of the void caused her to close her eyes. Even still, her eyes watered from the brightness. She felt herself picking up ‘speed’.
She slammed into the border of her destination world, ripping it like tissue paper. One last flash assaulted her eyes before the view was replaced with a dimly lit alleyway. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of the air and the feel of the dirty black stone beneath her much more sensitive feet. Carefully, she took a step forward, the dizziness of overextending her magic keeping her from remembering the lessons she taught herself about balancing on her hind-no, her only legs.
Luckily, her body came with a little bit of instinct because, as she lost her balance, her legs moved on their own to try and stay under her. She was able to catch herself on the wall, but scraped her palm on the rough, dirty surface. The wall was a dirty grey and so flat that it would have to have been carved with magic. She looked down at the ground and found that it was a rough amalgamation of rocks bound together with a black substance.
As she caught her breath, she looked up to see scattered clouds in what little of the sky she could see. It took her a moment to remember that the books said they couldn’t control the weather.
She took a few tentative steps, keeping her hand ready to catch herself with the wall while dodging the trash strewn at her feet.
Something sharp pricked the bottom of her foot and she gave a little yelp of pain.
How do they attach their shoes?
She looked over her shoulder as she kicked her leg backwards, trying to inspect the frog of her hoo- foot. Surprisingly, it was really hard to get her neck to bend far enough.
Stepping out of the alley, she shivered as a cold wind hit her bare skin. This body was not good for colder climates with the almost complete lack of a coat. She’d need to get some clothing if this was a normal temperature for the area -maybe also some shoes. She kicked her foot back to try again to get a look at it. After a few seconds of twisting and almost losing her balance, she caught sight of it. Was it supposed to be brown? Reaching down with her free hand, she rubbed the bottom, but couldn’t see if it rubbed off. On a whim, she looked at her fingers and saw the same shade of brown.
I definitely want some sort of foot coverings, if just to prevent them from getting so dirty.
Metal carriages rushed down the center of the street. Most were completely enclosed, but one seemed to be missing the roof the others had. There was no glow of magic surrounding them, but then the books said they didn’t have magic, so there must be some sort of crystal or maybe pedal power.
At least they were colorful.
As she looked around, she saw someone walking down the side of the street. He had a knitted white shirt and faded blue pants. She was pretty sure it was a male, but all the clothing kept her from seeing whether or not he had teats. She did her best to nonchalantly walk up to him, hiding her trouble balancing as best she could.
“Hello,” She said, wrapping her forele- arms around him in their traditional greeting. “Do you know where I can get some clothes?”
“Quoi-?”
Author's Note
Thank you to all my prereaders.
