Her Highness

by Kentavritsa

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Original Character
Length: 2154

Her Highness is a Unicorn of particularly tall stature, which may lend her some embarrassment at times. In search of friends, she is reaching out to the new inhabitants of town. Firstly, a giraffe.

Her Highness is a Unicorn of particularly tall stature, which may lend her some embarrassment at times. At times this is really getting to her.

In search for friends; she is reaching out to the new inhabitants of Ponyville, in the hopes she may not stand out so much.

She finds a special friend; in a newly arrived Giraffe, which she can find even grounds with.

Being a Unicorn, she is constantly looking out for new spells to practice.

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Written by: Kentavritsa
Edited by: Kentavritsa
Re-edited by: ???

Published 2020-04-07 19:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-11 23:31:48 UTC

After the Storm: 1

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The Pegasi of the weather-patrol had been bothered by the clouds for days. Of course, these were not the common, fluffy clouds one commonly saw in the vicinity, but the black and spiky variety only previously seen in the Ever-free forest.

The thunder had been plaguing the village, just as harshly, as the clouds and the wind had.

Only now, the weather seems to be letting up; just as suddenly, and unexpectedly as it had erupted. This is leaving the Ponies of the weather-patrol baffled and confused.

Once more, I am peeking out through the window; in the vein hopes, of the weather is letting up. This far, it is just a drizzle of painful weather to see,

Being tall does not help me, not with this weather in mind. Maybe the tall stature is what earned me the name; Highness.

The only thing I could come up with, is practicing magic; considering, how everything is faring right now. I had had the good fortune, to find a special book on the subject; one I had the good fortune to get a hoof on, just before the weather hit town. I just hope, the book has nothing to do with the weather.

The book is still resting firmly, on the top of the small table in my room. It is, where I have been keeping it; ever since I cracked it open, practicing my magic. Apparently, I have the feeling the book likes to lay where it lies.

After I had been peeking out the window, I am once more turning my attention towards the book. Only to flip another page once more. I look in at the image, illustrating a new spell.

As I focus, I feel the light of my magic forming a sphere at the very tip of my horn; with focus and concentration, the orb grows and expands further. I continue focusing, as I feel the heat of the rob grow with the size of the orb. Little by little, the orb grows in size and intensity; to the point it is flowing down the length of my horn, like an avalanche.

The light stops just before it is reaching my forehead. Now I shift my focus from the magic towards the actual, individual spell. At least, the light does not just collapse or fade into nothing with this spell.

For a moment, nothing happens; before the aura is spreading out, slowly encompassing me in its blinding light. The light, still retaining the light hue of my magic. Nothing seems to be going wrong this far; but I find myself lifted right up, off of the floor in the process.

Moment by moment, I feel the magic tightening up around me; squeezing me, as it is turning into the spell I had been attempting. Maybe attempting is a bad word here, or just poor judgment on my part; but I had nothing better to do, and the spell had been looking interesting.

Just as the spell is starting to squeeze the air right out of me; I feel it pulling at my head and my neck starting to stretch. Almost, as if it had been rubber or taffy? For a moment I am growing scared.

Strangely enough, it is only my neck; exposed to the pull, scaring me at first. Maybe my legs had already been too long, for the spell to bother with them. Of course, it is the neck I notice first; because it is the most threatening, in the first place. With my focus on the neck; I may miss any minor detail, the spell may choose to change?

In the end, the spell is letting go of me; as the aura is evaporating, into thin air. As the energy is spent, or dissipated into the ether; I am once more standing on my own four hooves, on the floor. I am looking around, with a confused expression on my face; scanning the room, as I finally can see beyond the aura.

Interestingly enough, nothing had changed; nothing I could see, at any range.

As I look down, I notice my hooves had changed. Now I can see the clearly cloven hooves; appearing similar to identical to the hooves of my closest friend, who happens to be a Giraffe. Maybe it is why I had chosen the spell in the first place? Right now, I have no idea. I had lost track of everything; for as long as the aura had me in its grip.

Everything had changed, it would appear; even my tail is changed. On second thought, I am still me; my fur-coat is the same as before, just as the colour of my mane and tail had not changed. Had I seen my face in the reflection of a mirror; I would have recognized my colour of my eyes and the expression on my face. I even have my horn, quite unchanged and untouched by the spell. Or, so it would appear at first glance.

Maybe it is too early, to judge the result of the spell. Though I have gained the general appearance of a regular Giraffe.

On second thought, the change had caused my hooves to grow slightly darker than before. My body is also carrying the scent and look of artifice as if it had been coated with a glossy rubber. Maybe it is for the better; I did not know of this, or recognize its appearance?

While I had already been tall before, now I have my head just below the ceiling. I do find this a bit uncomfortable.
I cast a new glance through the window; hoping the weather will be clearing up, at least enough for me to brave venturing out.

As expected, there is no change. It is just as mean, as it had been before I had cast the spell.

“Of course, my luck!” I mutter, in frustration.

“Poor Pegasi!” I ponder; “They don’t just have to be out there, they are trying to fly!” I consider.

Not that this makes anything better, for me; I am still stuck inside, even if they are suffering out there. I can’t make myself resent the Pegasi, out there; just because I am stuck inside. I may be bored, but I am not that kind of a filly.

A minute later, there is a flash of light, and the thunder strikes; leaving the rumble of the thunder a few seconds later. Just a few miles away, but at least; it is not hitting me, or my home. I am still safe, indoors.

Author's Note

Into the Light: 2

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The weather had finally cleared up, after the living nightmare I had seen through my window.

“Yay!” I exclaim; as the good news is hitting home, after a few minutes of uncertainty.

“At least, it is still early enough; for me to go out, and see if anyone is out there!” I ponder.

I open the door to my room and slink out; still in the taken form, the spell had given me.

As a Unicorn, it is easy to open the door, quietly and without any fuzz. At least, to me it is. I guess I never even considered the life of an Earth-pony or Pegasus before.

While I see the Pegasi in the air, I still don’t really consider who they are and how they live. I know the Earth-ponies tend the land and harvest the crops they turn into our food, but I guess it is how far my knowledge and understanding goes.

As a Unicorn, I use magic; in order to do, what I need to do. I may still trot on the ground, like any other Pony, of course.

As I reach the hall, I hastily slips into the coat; albeit quietly, before I slip out the door. I want to slip out, quietly and unseen, right now. I had been tall enough, as it is. Now, I am even taller, matching the stature of a Giraffe.

Once outside, I can trot down the street. There seems to be little commotion outside; the poor weather had seen to it, and quite thoroughly at that.

Maybe one lone Giraffe is drawing less attention, right now?

What I had failed to notice, and forgotten all about; is just how hard it is to trot, like a Pony as a Giraffe. While my legs are just as long now, as they were before; but my body is actually far shorter, than it had been as I was a Pony.

I have to make do, with what I have; changing gait into something more comfortable in my current form, a pass.

If I try to trot or gallop, I find my hooves entangling constantly; but if I pass, my hooves manage to move in synchronized harmony. I guess; there really is no choice here, now.

Once I had managed, to get all the hooves under me; I can continue towards intended destination, in relative comfort. The streets, still empty and abandoned; permitting me the passage, I had been hoping for.

Barely a Pony, daring to afford the outside as much as a glance.

Only the air, still positively electric; the shock, and surprise on me: priceless.

Yet, I had made my choice; I can not turn back, now. I continue, bravely towards the clearing well outside town.

I have to take it slower, than I had expected; I realize, just barely in time. Before I would have been smashing, into the wall of a building. Could I have lived down the embarrassment; from the incident of crashing into the wall now? I do not want to know, and I don’t stop to consider.

Negotiating the streets, isn’t quite as easy as I had thought; back in the Pony form, now looking at the world with the eyes of a Giraffe. It is not, just that my trotting is out of the question.

With patience, and practice; maybe I could recover my gallop, if I can take the time and effort.

Right now, I do not have the time. I have a place, where I want to go, and I need to be there in reasonable time, measured in the scales, of a filly.

I had forgotten, ignored or been oblivious of these challenges, before I had left the safety of my home. The home, of my parents, my family. Should I have snuck out, before I had transformed, and transformed as I reached my destination? Now the question is moot, it is too late to change my mind now. I am already here, and the change is done.

I continue, passing along the road, stopping, with effort; trying to find my way, to where I wanted to go. As tall as I had been, now I had found myself even taller. Maybe this is, what the expression; a bird’s view means?

Of course; I had forgotten to check how long this spell would hold, or I had forgotten it somewhere along the way. Now I forge on, in the hopes I reach the destination.

With some effort, on my part; I manage to clear the community, finding myself in a clearing just outside of town. I am seeing the forest. Finally.

I continue along the path out of town, towards the clearing I expect to see my friend. A Giraffe, of course.

At least, this is not close to the Everfree forest. It is just the regular forest, surrounding the community in which I live. Ponyville.

”Isn’t this close, to the cottage where Fluttershy lives?” I realize.

Of course it is, but I had forgotten this or just ignored it.

This is; where I had met my friend, last time. A few Giraffes like to live close to the sanctuary Fluttershy had established. I guess, I could not blame them. It is a great place to live. Even I, as a Pony could see it.

As I reach the clearing, the sun is shining down, as if from the heaven. I imagine, I hear a choir of angels singing, or maybe it is just a few birds? I do not know, and I can’t make up a reason to care. Not right now.

The lush grass is green, even if slightly moist.

Now I slow down, coming to a full stop; just as I reach the middle, of the clearing.

”Wait, will she recognize me now?” I realize; ”She had never seen me, in this form as a Giraffe, after all!” I ponder.

Too late; I could not change back now, even if I had wanted to. I could but hope, she is recognizing my voice. What would I do, if she did not? I make a brave attempt, calling out for my friend.

Author's Note