Scrolls of magic, books of spells, talismans of enchantments. All of these objects were thought lost to time. Until one stupid, oh so stupid, stallion dug them up. Hi, my name is Timber Frost. I'm a unicorn stallion with the First Equestrian Geological Expedition Division. Lengthy name, I know. I'm sorry, I didn't name it. I'm 20 years old, my coat is frost white, mane and tail are pine green, and my eyes are a bright vibrant blue bordering on silver. I've been told... many, many, many times that I'm probably the most desirable stallion in Equestria. Does this make me happy? No, not really no. Before becoming a member of the FEGED, yes that sounds as dumb as it looks, I would get letters, daily, in my mailbox in Manehatten. Not just any letters, oh no. PROPOSITIONAL letters. Asking me to meet at any number of "undisclosed" locations, locations of which I was given the address. I went to my first one, yes, but I quickly left. That mare had wanted nothing but my goods. No, I don't mean my collection of Daring Do action figures. Or my Power Ponies action figures. I mean my goods. My stallion meat. Still too subtle for you? She wanted me to fuck her. Right there in the street. I thought my life was both perfect and in need of some major improvement. I didn't expect said improvement to litterally whack me in the head during a dig, imbuing me with the ability to read minds. Oh, did I also mention it turned me into a mare? This is my story of how my life went from relatively boring to bat shit insane litterally over the course of an evening.