Fontaine in Equestria

Fontaine opened his eyes and viewed an almost cloudless sky, the sun rising to illuminate the vast blue expanse beneath it.

"The Fuck?" He groggily queried no one as he tried to shield his eyes from the blinding sunlight.

As he lifts his right arm to do so, he makes a significant discovery as pertaining to his current situation; his arms are legs, and his legs all have hooves at the end of them.

"Oh boy, shouldn't have done that." Fontaine hissed, and attempting to stay calm in light of this new development.

He fails miserably at this impossible feat, and shakily stands on his legs with justified caution.

Fontaine; still rather upset about the drastic changes in his physicality, looks around curiously and sighs as he realizes he has two choices: Investigate the modest wood cottage to his left, or walk blindly into the dense forest to his right.

"judging on what I've been transformed into, I'm sure the inhabitant of that dwelling is also a goddamn pony. Im in no mood for that, so I'll just waltz into the fucking forest now I guess." He sighs again, "Christ this is some faggot shit." and begins his stroll through the forest.