Earth Pony, or Grounded Pegasus
Author's Note
Dr. Gel Treat's POV
Episode: 1
Once I had developed the means to deprive a Pegasus of her wings, I had announced the service to the community. The process is built upon the generally known fact; that flight is reliant on Equine magic.
With the loss of, or sprouting of wings; the distribution of magic throughout the body changes drastically; this is the first principle. We have seen it in the study of recently ascended Alicorns; whether they were born as Unicorns or Pegasi, but the effect is ultimately the same.
Question is; what is the use of wings, with which you are not capable of flying they would be ornamental or debilitating at worse. Sadly, it isn’t enough to surgically remove the physical wings in the flesh. even if this may alleviate some of the problem, while adding the possibility of a serious condition known as; Phantom Pain.
I am known to be wearing a pair of red rubber boots; while it is not widely known why or what they were actually for. Why bother them with; what they did not need to know, or may leave others distressed or vengeful?
I hear a knock on my door, and promptly go to answer the call.
“Greetings!” I responded, as I saw the mare with limply hanging wings on her back.
“Hiya, you are Dr. Gel?” she responded, and I stepped to the side and permitted her entrance to the hall.
“Yes, that is me. How could I help, or be of service?” I prompted, as she stepped in and closed the door behind herself.
“As you could see, I can’t fly. I just heard of your treatment, and figured I should chance it!” she explained to the point in a deep, sad voice.
“Oh, yes; I did notice it, and I would love to help you, right away!” I responded, leading her deeper into the side office.
“I love your red boots, so quiet and shiny!” she uttered on her way into the office.
“Thank you, Ms. I expect you to wear a pair just like them, during the treatment. If you would just sign here, please?” I informed her kindly, and to the point, pointing at the line on the form on a sheet of white paper.
“Of course, you need me to sign that I am volunteering the procedure?” she responded, picking up a quill and signed where I had pointed.
“Right this way, please. You wouldn’t like to suffer your current situation any longer than you need to, right?” I prompted, as I lead her to a small room with white stone tile, polished to a high gloss finish.
“Rather not, thank you!” she responded, following me into the room.
“Lovely panels!” she observed, looking at the walls with pink cherry.
“I find the effect complimentary, and relaxing. If you stand at the red mark to the right?” I instructed her.
She stepped into the spot, where I had directed her, her hooves a mere five inches apart.
“Like this?” she inquired.
“If you would disrobe, please; and I will get started!” I prompted.
“Naturally!” she responded, as she stepped out of her skirt and placed it on the small table to her right.
Then she pulled the top of and placed it on the skirt. From there, she slipped out of her panties, leaving them on the top of the pile.
After a glance in my direction, she stepped out of her everyday boots and placed her bare hooves in the middle of the square, fully naked.
While she was undressing, I had produced the items I am to apply to the process in helping her.
I stand behind her, my eyes firmly set before me; ignoring the excitement before me in place of a more professional manner.
“I will need you to stand still while I work. You need to have your arms and legs clear of your body. Please, try your best to hold up your wings too; it would make my job much more comfortable on both of us!” I instructed her informatively.
With gel covered hands, I start applying the gel just under her mane; working my way down her neck. From there, I apply the gel to her shoulders, then down the spine. Bouncing right up and then down, inch by inch; covering the back,
As I finished coating her entire back; I start with her wings, slowly applying gel. From the shoulders, up along the wings, all the way to the outer tips.
Now I continue from under her armpits along her chest, and all the way down over her waist, and down her hips. Starting over on her chest, over her breasts and down her belly, not missing a single spot, feeling the glistering gel where my hands had been.
Down her thighs, over her knees and calves, right and left; working my way up and down until I had covered her legs, merely stopping to cover her hooves all the way around, lifting right or left in order to cover the entire hoof.
I rise to my full height and start over with the arms, right and left in turn, from the shoulder and down over the elbow and wrist. Over the hand, back and font. Finger by finger; all the way pout to the very tip.
From here, I cover her face, from the chin, out over her cheeks and along the side of her face. The muzzle and up around her eye and finishing around her eyes and up over her forehead.
Once I had covered her entire back, I merely repeated the process, covering her body once over. There is a small difference on her part, the wings are not merely concealed, she can’t move them as all, as if she had been covered in solid and adamant rubber.
“That is tight! If it was intended as bracing for when the wing is healing, it would be perfect. Yet, in that case it should not require you to cover my entire body?” she inquired in a more worried tone, without any sing of pain.
“I merely need containment. Would you please step into your boots?” I responded, pointing in the direction of her selection of boots before her.
“I did love your red boots, and since you offer me a selection; this does make it feel more comfortable!” she pointed out, as she picked the metallic bloody red pair before her.
I observed her carefully, and deliberately with great interest; as she sunk her hooves into the boots I had prescribed, as part of her treatment.
“Strange, I feel my wings grow numb and fade out. No, this isn’t like the old painkillers or drugs to that kind of effect. I can’t feel the associated tingle; that comes from that line of medication!” she pointed out, with initial uncertainty to her voice.
“Sounds about right. Within a few minutes, you should not feel the wings at all; not even the pressure on your back!” I informed her.
“How is that even possible?” she inquired, with growing worry and concern.
“Simply put, you can’t feel what isn’t there. Right now, your magic is realigned in the form of an Earth Pony. Once the realignment is completed, there is a good chance that you could even revert the process; but for now, the important thing is that you can live as normal a life as you can, with the amount of magic you have to you!” I suggested in a more positive tone, trying a tentative smile.
“Wait, are you saying that I am becoming regular Earth Pony; with everything that comes with it?” she inquired.
“This is the simplest realignment of your magic, as it stands. If you can’t fly; but now you will at least have full disposal of your natural magic, up to the level you are capable off!” I explained.
“Does that imply increasing strength, stamina and fortitude? Or, does it give me any other changes to my body and magic?” she inquired.
“To your first question; I would say that it is the common norm, even if there are deviations on the average. On the second question, this depends on what your natural aptitude lies, and what your previous was and focused on. Not all Pegasi are talented towards flying or weather in the first place; we do have definite examples on this!” I pointed out.
“No pain, no numbness, and no pressure. I guess the wings are truly gone, just as you said!” I expressed, just as she had finished applying the third coating of gel onto my body.
“Exactly!” I said.
“Wait, you were an Earth Pony; before I entered your office, right?” I observed, in astonished terror.
“I am born a natural Earth Pony, which is exactly what I have always been. That should answer your question as to where your wings went!” I suggested.
“That is exactly what I had thought; I just had to ask, just making sure I am not imagining anything here!” she pointed out.
“I may be one of the first Ponies to offer this kind of services, but it isn’t unheard of. There is supposedly another mare who is researching a similar swap for Unicorns, or so I have heard!” I prompted.