This will only sting for a momentby spritefan10ChaptersPart 1Part 2Part 3Part 1Everyone knows that an easier life and an eternity of prosperity is something humans would strive for, but what if the great lengths you'd have to go for it would be too much for anyone to be capable of handling? The great extents of the human mind are vast but would be willing to do whatever it takes for freedom from what most consider as hell, even if it meant going through even more hell in the process. This will only sting for a moment It's Saturday night, I just got off a long twelve hour shift and I was just about to be comforted by the sweet sensation of my mattress only to prepare for the even longer shift tomorrow. Climbing up onto the bed, a warm sensation tingled up into my spine, a sensation of relaxation. "Why the hell do I have to put up with these long ass shifts, it's not like the dozens of my colleagues couldn't take some of my hours from the shift," I groaned sitting upright peering out of the window in front of me. "I can't believe I have to put up with this shit, I wish I'd have some time to actually 'enjoy' my life rather than wasting it," I continued as I stared into the starry night. The comfort of my bed continued to persuade me and I fell under the pleasure of sleep to only expect even more work the next day. "...up!" "...ke up!" "Wake up! It's time for your operation," a soft masculine voice said waving a hoof in my face. I couldn't help but open my eyes; I was surrounded by two colored ponies dressed up in several accessories that someone with a medical degree would dress up in. I thought I was hallucinating and closed my eyes mainly because of the fact that I never get enough sleep but one of the pastel colored ponies gave a frustrated sigh and picked up a glass of water and splashed it over me. "Ugh... What time is it?" I mumble to myself as I reached over to the right expecting my dresser with my cell-phone on top of it to be there but unfortunately falling over a hospital bed with no dresser or cell-phone present. "Ow... My head," I groaned rubbing it with my palm. Either I was delusional or one of the ponies I thought were a figment of my imagination came up, looked down at me, and spoke. "I don't think that would be the best way to experience a wakeup call but I'm not the one who should judge another species," he chuckled. "Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here?" I panicked. A female pony wearing similar accessories bore a horn; it began to glow bright while I started to float onto the bed. The female pony began to speak. "I am Doctor Brightshine and this is Doctor Caretaker, you are at Canterlot hospital in Equestria," she grinned. Doctor Brightshine was a mare, about twelve years old, in pony years, with a red mane and a white coat of fur which surrounded a pair of bright blue eyes. Doctor Caretaker was a stallion that looked a little older than Doctor Brightshine and he had a brown mane with a bright blue coat of fur. While Doctor Brightshine bore a horn, Doctor Caretaker had a set of wings on both sides of his body. "Don't you remember? You signed a waiver for this operation," she chuckled. "What waiver? What operation?" I asked in confusion. "You agreed to have us change your life," she smirked. "I never agreed to anything!" I shouted. Doctor Brightshine's grin has faded in response. Doctor Caretaker grabbed some papers in his mouth and paced them on a table next to me. "This is what you call your 'handwriting', is it not?" he questioned. On each piece of paper was barely legible handwriting, or in their case 'hoofwriting', stating several guidelines and at the very bottom of the final of the final paper was indeed my handwritten signature. "I don't remember signing to any of this, there must be some kind of mistake," I theorized. "Mistake or not, we have to do our job, so just sit tight and we can begin," Doctor Caretaker said impatiently. One of the things I noticed flipping through the page of waiver was that I agreed to the removal of all of my body parts and the implanting of new pony ones. "Are you shitting me? I would never agree to any of this!" I shouted jumping out my bed. "Apparently you did," he responded. "How the hell did I even get here!?" I yelled. "By coming here? How are we supposed to know? We've just got to your room," he sighed. "The patient seems to have amnesia, do you suppose the operation's still safe?" Doctor Brightshine asked to Doctor Caretaker. "Don't worry, he'll be fine," h responded without any doubt in his mind. "You've got to be kidding me, even if I did have amnesia, I know I wouldn't be retarded enough to let someone to even consider removing a single part of my body!" I yelled. "Well, it doesn't seem like that's the case," Doctor Caretaker responded. "I don't care what the case is; I know nobody would free willingly give up their own body to look like a retarded pony!" I yelled. "Well, it seems this waiver you signed says so otherwise," he grinned. "God, I wouldn't even be able to bear standing near my colleagues as this... retarded animal," I shuddered. "Your colleagues? You mean back on Earth? Oh no, there's no going back, once you sign the waiver, you stay as a pony in Equestria permanently," he replied. "What!?" I shouted. "Page three, paragraph two, sentence four," he responded. "You can't be serious," I sighed. "Well, we're almost ready, first we need you to strip down your clothing," Doctor Caretaker nodded. "I can agree to remove my shirt since I've done it in public when swimming, but that's it!" I argued. "No no no, you don't understand, you need to be fully unclothed in order for this to work. I don't even understand why you're clothed to begin with, most ponies only clothe for formal occasions, and you don't even look very decent to be honest, no offense," he responded. "Can we just settle for me being in my undergarments then?" I pleaded. "Even if I knew what those were, unfortunately they'd have to be removed as well," he shook his head. Doctor Caretaker and I argued for several minutes until he put me at an impasse where either I took my clothes off or he did, I obliged to his offer and took off all my clothing including my undergarments, no matter how degrading it was. I noticed Doctor Caretaker whispering into Doctor Brightshine's ear and heard him but didn't understand what he was saying: "This patient has not gone through the externalizer procedure where he was from, make sure that when he gets his new body and the new penis that comes with it is prepared to go through the procedure so he doesn't forget or somehow slip out a second time, we need his new crotch to be externalized after he swaps bodies, the old crotch can just be burned with all the rest of the human body parts," he whispered. ¹ Doctor Brightshine nodded double checking her clipboard and nodded. "Doctor Brightshine, if you wouldn't mind, would you care to take him to the operation room?" he asked Doctor Brightshine no longer whispering. "Of course," Doctor Brightshine obliged. Once again, her horn and I started to glow until I magically levitated onto a cart that Doctor Caretaker had brought over. "Wait, where are you taking me?" I panicked. "Well, you can't just expect us to do the job in here, can you?" she rhetorically asked. With her mouth, Doctor Brightshine started pushing the cart out of the room. "Fuck this; I am not going to become a colorful pony that has a colorful mane, a muzzle, hooves rather than hands, and a smile on his face that lasts for every second of his fucking life!" I whispered to myself getting up preparing to jump off. Before I could jump off, I hit my head on a barrier surrounded the perimeter of the cart. It faded in and out according to how close I was to the barrier; I couldn't even stand up without heading the barrier above me. "Ow! You've got to be shitting me!" I shouted in excruciating pain. "Sorry, these carts were intended for ponies, we never have gotten a single human at this hospital, let alone in Equestria," she smiled unaware of me trying to escape. Apparently, being naked was accustom to these ponies. That still didn't stop the majority of the ponies walking by to either shun or be disappointed at me. After three minutes of being completely uncomfortable, I was pushed to a corridor with a pair of double doors in front of me. Upon entering the two double doors, I notice an unpleasant sight: An operation table surrounded by sharp metal arms used to most likely cut off limbs or any other body part for the most part alongside the most menacing feature of them all, a donated dead equine's body, a stallion, about thirteen years old in pastel pony years, around twenty in human years perhaps, and it's most likely my new body. The body was surprisingly had a penis. I thought all ponies here didn't have a penis, why did this pony have one? ² "What the fuck is that!?" I scream in shock. "It's the operation table, we mostly use it for amputations or any medical procedures involving replacement of internal objects or organs in the pony body, but it should work for your operation," she smiled leaving the cart next to the operation table. "You... aren't really going to do this to me are you?" I asked in fear after realizing that there is no way avoiding the inevitable. "Of course we are, you even signed the waiver so you knew the answer to that ahead of time anyways," she responded turning some knobs near the operation table. "I never signed any of your stupid waivers!" I yelled. "I'm having a hard time believing that, now please sit down and relax," she said calmly placing me onto the operation table. The bed immediately locked me into place with some kind of magical aura, and the aura wasn't coming from Doctor Brightshine's horn. It made me incapable of movement with everything except my basic necessities required to breath: my mouth and my nose. Everything I could use for my escape was now trapped within the confines of this torture table. Luckily, the table was much bigger than the cart which barely supported the length of my whole body and it actually felt like a bed. The bed would rotate and change the angle the bed should be curved at for the assistance of the sharp metal arms dangling above me which were attached to the side of the bed. Out of all the manly things I could have done at the moment, I actually started crying. ³ "What's wrong?" she asked remorsefully. "What the hell does it look like?" I yelled rhetorically. "I'm not sure, you had every right to not sign the waiver but you did anyways," she said pausing but then returning to adjusting the machine around me. "I don't even remember signing the stupid waiver!" I responded. "I'd like to believe you, honest, but I wasn't there to see you sign it or not to begin with, so were just going to have to safely assume it was your signature," she said starting to glow her horn near a power node for the machine. A loud noise started rumbling and the bed shook for a couple of seconds, then when it stopped shaking and everything was quiet, the metal arms started to create a sound that a robotic lifting arm would create or the cannon lifting sound from Super Mario 64. The machine was turned on. "Isn't there an alternative method I could be using?" I asked in pure desperation. "I'm sorry, this is all we've got, but hey, maybe your life as a pegasus won't be so bad," she reminded. "Bad? Bad!? That's the definition of bad!" I yelled. "I'll see you in an hour or so," she said walking towards the double doors. "Wait... will this hurt?" I asked. "You know I wouldn't be able to answer that without lying to you," she sighed. "Shit," I whispered to myself as she left the room. The blade end of the metal arm was about to make its first cut. It started with the easy part, the limbs. Each individual limb was cut off with ease for it, however not so much for me. "OWWW!!! My fucking god that hurt!" "SHIIIIIIIITT!" "OWWW!!! MY BLOODY FUCKING ARM!" "AHHHH!" With the excruciating pain lingering on the four ends of torn off limbs, I take a glimpse down with what remained. All that was visible was my torso, my elbows hacked off and everything. Just my chest was all that remained. The magical aura trapping me in place also acted as a blood sustainer, it did not seem to let any blood flow out of my body. "In what may appear to be the sight of danger, please remain calm, we are simply decapitating your head. Any panic, heavy panting, or breathing may result in a blockage inside of your neck," a masculine voice sounded from the side of my bed. "A recorded voice trying to calm me down, how reassuring," I said sarcastically. "Wait... WHAT!?" I yelled in panic. "In what may appear to be the sight of danger, please remain calm, we are simply decapitating your head. Any panic, heavy panting, or breathing may result in a blockage inside of your neck" it repeated several times as one of the metal arms readjusted to the position above my neck. "You've got to be fucking shitting me," I said silently to myself. "HHHHEEEEELLLLPPP!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. It was already too late; my head was cut off like a simple apple easily being cut into two. "This patient has not gone through the externalizer procedure where he was from, make sure that when he get's his new body and the new penis that comes with it is prepared to go through the procedure so he doesn't forget or somehow slip out a second time, we need his new crotch to be externalized after he swaps bodies, the old crotch can just be burned with all the rest of the human body parts," he whispered. ¹ REMEMBER THIS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER! The body was surprisingly had a penis. I thought all ponies here didn't have a penis, why did this pony have one? ² The next chapter tells you why, if you don't understand after the next chapter: (Spoiler Explanation at very bottom) Out of all the manly things I could have done at the moment, I actually started crying. ³ You're going to get chopped into pieces, you're going to become an animal, you're never going back home, the animal you're becoming will never eat meat, you'll never see your friends again, you only get around 30 to 40 years of life expectancy as a pony, and you have to be accustomed like a pony. So yeah, who wouldn't cry? (Other than me, I'd be like: FUCK YES! I'm going to be a pony! [The previous statement I made implying that I would totally enjoy this for the outcome that would come afterwards was NOT a lie! If you are a human stalker like Lyra and you currently are pony, go ahead and try this on me ;D]) ---SPOILER--- The body was surprisingly had a penis. I thought all ponies here didn't have a penis, why did this pony have one? ² The pony Brent's going to become has yet to do the externalizer procedure, a procedure that all ponies are required to take when they are young foals. That's why everypony there has the lack thereof a penis or vagina except Brent and the donated body. I may write a prequel as to how he didn't get castrated and why he is here. Part 2---Beep--- ---Beep--- ---Beep--- What is this? What is that noise? Where am I? Why am I not in my bedroom? Why does my head feel as if it was sewed together? ¹ I slowly wake up rubbing the back of my neck carefully while examining my environment. It was a hospital, my worst nightmare when I was a child and I guess it still is now. I wake up only to not feel my toes or hands; it was only a matter of moments before I've noticed that they were replaced by light blue hooves rendering me to end up in shock as if it was some horrible dream. Noticing a mirror to my left, I slowly turn my head only to see a mimicking action taking place in the reflection. I was a light blue stallion with a mane and tail that were yellow outlined by a darker hue color. My body was outlined with a darker hue of my body color. The giant bulging eyes on both sides of my newly found muzzle bore a similar color to my mane and tail. I try to relax and take notice to a full glass of water sitting over on the counter next to me; it had my name on it and everything. How do they know my name, were they expecting me? I was just about to reach for it before I was interrupted. "No, that's quite alright, I'll fill the paperwork out tomorrow, thanks Nurse Tenderheart," a voice sounded as it faded into the room. Oh shit, someone's coming, I can't be seen like this, and it's already hard enough to be at a hospital but to have to be at one as a pony? I quickly hide myself under the blankets on my bed. "Alright, what do we have here?" the voice asked kindly walking over to my bed. "What's your name?" he asked. I, still cowering in my covers, manage to mumble my name. "Brent," I replied in an inaudible manner. Fearing the possibilities of what could possibly happen to me next, I ask out of plain curiosity of why I was here. "Why am I here? I am perfectly fine," I asked. "It might help if we got you out of those covers," he chuckled as he started to levitate the bed's blankets down so that the blankets only overlapped my lower half of my body. Being absolutely terrified with both of my hooves covering my face, he begins to chuckle even further. It was a unicorn stallion; a blue and white mane above white coated fur, along his flank bore a heart rate monitor tattoo. "Oh, you must Brent; my name is Doctor Blue fade, welcome to Baltimare Hospital. It says here that you were sent in from the Canterlot hospital, it also says you are here for the externalizer procedure," the stallion said looking at his clipboard. ² "The externalizer procedure?" I asked. "It's where you get castrated, penectomized, and you get your extremity completely attached to each other," he replied. "Can you give me that in layman's terms?" I asked. "Uh, sure. It's when you get your balls and your penis cut off. Then we remove all the tubes and vitals that surrounded or were attached to said penis and balls such as the urethra, rectum, prostate, vasa deferens, and the seminal vesicle along with several other vitals inside of your lower sector of your body. Then we make it so skin builds up in your butt so both sides of the flank attach together over an open wound so no gap is visible on it, think of it like molding wet clay inside a crack on a pot. Also, we must do the same for where the penis and ball sack were so they don't grow back or continue to grow more hair on it than the amount of hair that is already visible," he said with confidence. At this point my eyes could not possibly get any wider in shock. "Okay, so am I supposed to go to the bathroom or have sex?" I asked. "Going to the bathroom happens on its own terms but warns you ahead of time before you have to go, you should know that, and to be honest, I have no idea what you mean by 'sex'," he replied. "Then how do you reproduce? You honestly can't reproduce asexually," I said rolling my eyes. "Actually, that is how we reproduce, it is unorthodox for ponies to not be asexual, we pass off offspring via sign of affection or unicorn magic," he said. "Could you at least give me an anesthetic or something during the operation?" I asked. "What's an anesthetic?" He replied as a question. "Shit," I whispered to myself as I gave an irritated look. "We all had to get our externalizer procedure at one point or another; I'm just surprised you didn't have it when you were a young colt though. Having it now rather than then is only going to make it even more painful," he said. "First of all, I wasn't a pony until just today, I don't know why or how I became a pony but I know I should still be human, I don't deserve this kind of torture, second of all, why the hell do you torture others with this operation?!" I shouted. ³ "Brent, I have no clue as to what you are going on about, please just let the professional take it from here and it'll be over before you know it," he sighed levitating his bag of medical equipment with his horn onto a table beside me. "Professional, my ass!" I replied. "You won't even have an ass after this operation, also, It would be nice if you watched your tone, you are at a hospital containing dozens of other patients including foals too you know," he reminded. "And what, you tortured those dozens of others of ponies with this procedure as well?" I rhetorically questioned with anger nearly hopping out of my bed. "Everypony has to get this operation, it is a requirement. Even Princess Celestia had to get it," he said. "Why would you let something that came naturally to you for a reason get manually removed, it's our body we should decide how we treat it," I responded. "It's not my decision to make, it's only for the best of the residents of Equestria to not see such a grotesque sight," he said walking closer to the table with his equipment on it. I managed to slowly calm down however I feel nothing but fear for what was coming next. "Is it... Permanent?" I asked while shuddering at the thought. "Of course it is, plus you don't see many ponies around here taking the operation twice, do you?" he chuckled asked rhetorically. "What about the females?" I asked. "A similar but slightly shorter process, for the females we have to remove the innards from the vagina, in order to do this, we first must cut a larger surrounding hole around it so even the vagina itself can be removed much like we do for males. Then when the vagina and all the vitals that used to be near or inside of it have been removed, we patch up the gaping hole where the vagina used to be. Finally, just like we do for the males, we patch up the flank, making sure both sides are fully attached," he once again said with full confidence. Fear slipped through my mind and nothing but several drops of saliva slipped down my throat. I could feel massive tension rising as the doctor browsed through his own belongings. The doctor finally had found what he was looking for, several different types of sharp objects that could be identified as scalpels. The sight of it made me squirm in place and only want to gallop away. "You're not making this any easier," he said as his horn started to glow bright. "There, much better, now I can start to make my first incision," he said as my body began to lock into place on the bed due to the magical aura surrounding me that he created making me completely immobilized on all of my limbs with my back two hooves perfectly spread out for him on the other side of the bed. With one snap of the muzzle mask he began to lower the small knife towards my crotch. OOOOOOOH FUCK! OOOOOOOOOWWWW! After several hours of nothing but screaming, precise incising, and the doctor patting onto the area to remove blood that happened to bleed out of the incised area in reaction to the removal of skin, he removed the pressure from the still in excruciating pain regions of my crotch. The doctor put the extracts of what used to be my penis and testicles into two small separate plastic bags. There also was another small plastic bag in which he put a cylindrical shaped pile of skin tissue that was under my penis, it was taken out probably for easy extraction of all the numerous objects he mentioned he was going to remove inside of my crotch. With the little movement I have, I manage to twitch the lower part of my left eye in aggravation. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked rhetorically. "It was one of the most excruciating moments in my entire life," I replied as he gently released me. "Well, everypony has to do this procedure," he chuckled. "There lies the problem, for the second time now; I AM NOT A PONY, at least not until now, I don't even belong here and I certainly don't deserve this torment!" I argued while covering up the gaping hole in the center of my crotch in response to the sustaining pain. "You look pretty equine to me and besides, we're almost done," he replied. "Look, what my body is resembles right now is not what I truly am," I said in an aggravated tone. "Oh, then what are you?" The doctor said playing along with me. "A human," I said in response. "Aren't you a little too old for those fairy tales?" he chuckled. "You've got to believe me!" I pleaded clutching my hooves around his neck. "Right... Anyways, I will finish the procedure in another fifteen minutes, until then, try to relax, we wouldn't want to apply too much pressure on your lower region," he said writing things down onto a notepad he levitated into the air. "No, please don't! You've already done enough! I can't take any more of this!" I cried pleading for mercy. "As much as I'd like to stop, I can't. Now just be patient, I will be back for the next part of the procedure in a little bit," he said heading out of the room. Several minutes have passed with me trying to regain my composure. Like the doctor said, he returned in time to continue with his torture and once again put his muzzle mask on again. "Just relax, I only need to remove a couple things from inside and then patch up your skin, it's as easy as it gets" he under-exaggerated with a plastic smile. "You've done quite enough don't you think? You've ruined my sex life, forced an eternity of virginity upon me, and worst of all: it's never coming back, it's permanent, gone, poof! You think I'm going to enjoy the rest of my life without my penis, all the things attached to it, and my ass being adhesively stuck together? No! Of course not, I couldn't bear to show my face on Earth ever again if I had the opportunity too," I argued nearly sobbing with my muzzle facing down towards the bed I was sitting on. "Look, I may not have the slightest clue of whatever you are talking about, but everypony has to take this procedure. It's a requirement," he remorsefully said as he placed his right hoof under my chin forcing my muzzle to lean upwards. "But... that's just it, I am not a pony, I am a human, or at least I was," I replied. "You look pretty equine to me, and besides, we're almost done," he grinned in response removing his hoof from my muzzle. "Looks are deceiving, especially when you wake up in a hospital bed in Equestria rather than in my bed at home," I argued further. "I'll try to make this as painless as possible, but I have to remove the peripherals that used to surround your penis. I also have to adhesive the surrounding areas of your crotch together so you can't see the hole I made and I also must adhesive your bottom together so no open spaces or cracks are visible, just like mending cracks together in pottery, and then you can go," he said in attempt to relieve my stress. "First of all, you mentioned that example already and second of all where would I go? Home? Even if it was possible, I wouldn't. You've already removed enough to make me not want to leave Equestria," I responded. "How would you leave Equestria?" he asked. "You know what, fuck it, just continue the procedure, you fucking mental piece of shit," I irately responded while obligingly sitting down with all my limbs spread out with my back perfectly flat on top of the bed so that the hole the doctor created was perfectly visible. ° "It'll be over and done with before you know it," he grinned. As I pouted in response, the doctor grabbed various extraction tools including some various kinds and sizes of tweezers and more sharp tipped objects to cut loose and remove the objects attached on the inside, he also got out a relatively small flashlight to assist his vision. The doctor pony standing in front of me magically levitate both a pair of tweezers and scissors up my cylindrical crotch hole where my penis used to be. Even though he was careful enough to not hit anything inside of me accidentally, the process of him sticking it up there was still absolutely painful for me. The medical pony in front of me shined his light in front of the gaping hole and continued to adjust his tools inside of me, inflicting even more pain. After several minutes of rotating and moving the tools to his precise position, he decides to make his first incision without my consent. "This might sting a little," he said with a serious face. "Implying that it already hasn't been sti..." He made his first incision and it was more painful than what I had imagined. "Owwwww! Son of a Bitch! That stung!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. A little bump near the very bottom of my chest became visible and started dragging out to the end of my crotch hole. The tweezers started to become visible with something on the other end. "This was your prostate gland," he said slowly magically levitating the vital out of my body. "Emphasis on 'was'" I sighed. "Ready for the next one?" he asked. One by one, painfully reinserting and removing the tweezers, coming out each time with a vital, leaving the scissors inside for each individual painful cut. After what seemed to be hours of hell, Doctor Blue fade finally pulled out the scissors along with the tweezers and then let out a sigh of relief signifying he was finally done. "God, my insides are killing me!" I shouted. "Don't worry, the hardest part has already come to pass, we just need to fabricate some skin to overlap the open areas on your bottom and your crotch hole," he said trying to reassure me as he pulled out a small sharp knife. "Wait, I thought we were done with the incisions," I panicked. "Oh no, this is just to cut open a ring of skin tissue surrounding the perimeter of your crotch hole and we'd also need a ring of skin cut off the perimeter of the butt hole so we can connect the skin tissue together from each patch which will cover up the entire hole of both your butt hole and your crotch hole," he reassured. "Out of all the hell I've had today without any doses of aspirin or any other pain relievers, I don't think I'd be even capable of sustaining that much more pain," I complained. "You have an overactive imagination of all of the strangest things, Brent, you can't relieve pain," he said. "Implying that you don't care about my pain and you are going to continue the procedure anyways," I said quite annoyed. "Right on the money," he replied approaching me. He had a hard time peeling off the skin surrounding each individual hole and it was nothing like peeling off the skin of an apple, it was sustainingly painful but luckily not as painful as what I've already been through. "There, now we can just form the skin and wait for your fur to grow over it, then you'd be good as new," he grinned. I only sighed in irritation. Doctor Blue fade left the room only for a minute to get a set of needles, surrounded by most likely sharper syringes than the ones on Earth. "On second thought, do I really need a shot?" I asked as an excuse. "You just need two tiny little pokes, they can't be that bad," he said. First up, the crotch hole he created a while back. With his magic levitation, he aimed the sharp syringe towards the skin peeled area surrounding the hole and poked the needle through, allowing me to dilate my eyes in response to the pain. After a slow push of the end of the needle extracting several fluids into the peeled area, Doctor Blue fad slowly removed the needle. "Only one more needle poke," he grinned Doctor Blue fade put away the needle to levitate out another one. Inserting the needle to the wound surrounding my ass was just as painful as the other needle but it was over with as soon as it started. "All done," he said putting away all of his tools. ¹ "Why does my head feel as if it was sewed together?" That's because it probably was, Canterlot Hospital removed every single body part individually and attach each pony body part individually. (Refer to previous chapter) ² "It says here that you were sent in from the Canterlot Hospital..." Implying that the events in the previous chapter took place but Brent doesn't remember because of the minor case of amnesia from the body transfer due to a small part of the brain was temporarily extracted (the part that makes your soul control the body you are in) and got put into a pony's body. [Personality was also another extracted part into the pony body but conflict eventually rises upon that later.] {Overall there were only two extracted parts from his original brain, soul control and personality, no more.} tl;dr The Things that occurred last chapter really happened. Brent doesn't remember and now controls the body and personality of a pony because the part of his brain that lets his soul control the body he's in and the part that displays his personality have been put into a pony's brain. ³ "...I wasn't a pony until just today, I don't know why or how I became a pony but I know I should still be human, I don't deserve this kind of torture..." He admits to not remembering that he transferred his body back in Canterlot, this was to subliminally convey to readers that he is clueless as to what is going on and it puts emphasis on the fact that he doesn't know why or how he was became a pony. ° "You know what, fuck it, just continue the procedure, you fucking mental piece of shit," Brent finally accepts his inevitable fate since he knows that Doctor Blue Fade could just hold him in place again and that most of the job was already done resulting in the fact that it would look awkward to have a gaping hole in your crotch when the only pony he knows who could fix that is in front of him. Part 3"Finally! God that was excruciating!" I replied. "Your skin should grow back in a couple minutes, as your fur, it might take a few weeks give or take," he said taking off his muzzle mask. "That quick?" I questioned. "That's what the shots were for, if we didn't grow the skin fast enough, the penis would grow back," he said as if it was obvious. "You ponies have the most fucked up beliefs I've ever seen," I laughed. "What are you saying?" he asked suspiciously. "What I'm saying is, you ponies are demented, I mean you literally cut off my penis and all the things attached to it and you say it's typical for everyone to have it done to them!?" I yelled. "It's 'everypony', you should know that already, especially at your age," he reminded. "You ponies are intolerable," I sighed. "All the ponies excluding or including you?" he asked rhetorically with a chuckle. "Fucking smart ass," I mumbled. Suddenly, I felt a sensation tingling at my crotch and ass. "Wait, what's going on?" I asked. "Skin tissue is being formed at the phenomenal rate the shot gave, it increases the rate your skin grows to less than a minute once the body reacts to the drug inside of you, and it seems that the body has just reacted to its presence so the skin tissue is currently growing as we speak," he informed. Within visible sight of my crotch, I manage to see the crotch hole slowly being concealed breath a layer of skin. Around a minute or so, both unsanitary holes were covered and were no longer visible, and fully overlapped with the peeled skin marks, leaving them completely invisible as well. "Now the skin overlap is permanent, so it can't be peeled off just by tapping it, it like among the rest of the body, must be inflicted with injury or incisions to be removed, so don't worry about it becoming loose," he reassured. "Another thing, keep in mind that skin is still currently forming, it's forming inside the perimeter of the covered areas for protection from any contact since it no longer is filled with anything to protect it, when it's done, it should have a small coating of skin around the removed areas, only about a half of an inch thick of skin will form along the sides leaving at least 75% of the removed areas still uncovered when it's done," he warned. "So, when can I leave?" I complained. "Well, I still want to check up on you every once in a while for a couple of hours and then you have to sign out of the hospital, but after that, you may leave," he said starting to levitating some of his things on the verge of leaving. "One question before you go," I said. "Why am I here, on this planet, province, or whatever you call this place?" I asked. "What?" he replied. "I do not have any recollection of me being a pony until just now, there must be some logical reason why I am not on Earth," I responded. "Enough of this nonsense! You're not a human!" he shouted. "I've tried to be subtle but you clearly need help! You wouldn't sit calm for the externalizer procedure, you constantly bicker every little thing, you use the lousiest of excuses, and you swear too often, let alone never like the law says you have to!" he said furiously. "It's illegal to swear here?" I asked. ¹ "Stay right here," he sighed walking out of the room releasing all of his things from his levitation spell onto the ground. Doctor Blue fade walked out of the room with a plastic smile, heading towards the nearest information desk. Trying to stay out of the clerk at the desk's way without stopping for a greeting, he grabbed a sheet of paper and a quill. "Celestia only knows how much havoc this pony will wreak if I don't do something about it," he whispered to himself beginning to write with the pencil under his levitation spell. Dear Doctor Caretaker, I must inform you that the patient you have sent to our hospital, 'Brent', has been in a very disruptive behavior lately. He constantly bickered to the externalizer procedure I was assigned, he swore several times, and he's had the worst excuse to get out of it. He claimed that he was a human and that he didn't know how he got here or anything. I incapable of helping him and I wanted to see if there was anything you could do to help me. -Doctor Blue Fade Doctor Blue fade folded up the note, put it into an envelope, and signed it to Canterlot Hospital with it labeled to Doctor Caretaker. "Mail this to Canterlot Hospital, it's urgent," he said in a serious manner to the clerk at the desk. "Right away, Doctor Blue Fade," she said grabbing the envelope in her mouth and heading to the mailbox. Still trying to keep his temper, Doctor Blue Fade reentered my room. "What were you doing?" I asked. "That's not important, now you're going to have to stay here for maybe a couple of days to a whole week," he said nervously. "Let me guess: this has something to do with my 'human issue', doesn't it?" I asked suspiciously. "More or less," he shrugged. "Seriously!? Look, I don't want stay cooped up in this hospital any longer, just let me leave already," I sighed. "As much as it troubles me to keep you here, I need to check up on you. Tell you what, I'll make the operation you took absolutely free, if you stay," he grinned putting a hoof around my shoulder. "You were originally going to charge me for going through that much pain!?" I said pushing his hoof me forcefully. "I'd consider it as a blessing from Princess Celestia herself, if I were you, it's not every day that a pony walks into the hospital and comes out without spending a single bit," he said giving off an annoyed look. "If I refuse, how much would this cost exactly?" I asked hypothetically. "I'd estimate around fifteen hundred bits," he replied. "So, I'm guessing your currency is not USD?" I asked. ² "You're not making my life any easier, are you?" he rhetorically asked with his own hoof nudging his head. "I'd suggest staying here," he recommended on the verge of departing the room. "Wait a minute. What benefit would YOU get out of keeping me here and why is it so wrong of me to think I am human?" I questioned. "Asking questions and snooping on another pony's business only gets you into trouble, Brent" he said squinting in anger. "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked. "I'll check up on you tomorrow morning, Brent" he said continuing his departure out of the room until the door was fully shut. "That bastard has me at an impasse, there's no way I'll make a thousand five hundred bits or whatever he called his currency and considering hospital bills are expensive on a usual basis, I'd have to guess that a bit are worth around the same price of a dollar rendering it hard to earn that much. What he does for the rest of the duration I am here for is a mystery, but I know one thing: It's going to be pure hell," I said to myself. I look around my room to only end up in a sigh. "How come this place doesn't have electricity? Do they seriously expect me to stay here doing nothing for up to a whole week?" I sighed. "I might as well get some rest, stressing myself out about the current situation isn't going to make my life any easier," I decided. A bright light shines over my eye lids, forcing them to open, startling me in surprise. A new hospital bed, how swell. "You're awake? Good, listen up, it has become apparent to me that your behavior is beyond intolerable," a stressed out voice sounded removing its own glowing bright horn from my face. "Wait, who are you? I thought Doctor Blue Fade was supposed to take care of me," I asked. "He did his job, now your here to let us finish ours," the voice responded coming into view. "In case if you've forgotten during the process of switching bodies, I'm Doctor Brightshine," she said irately. "You don't look that 'bright' if you ask me and who keeps coming up with these names, it sounds like a four year old made them," I responded. "Being stereotypical will get you nowhere, Brent," she responded as a stallion walked up beside her. "Wait, how do you know my name?" I asked in astonishment. "You poor little thing, I guess we should of left the original pony personality in the brain after all," the stallion responded. "Wait, what!? Can somebody tell me what's going on here?" I yelled in confusion. "Fine, I guess you do deserve an explanation," he sighed. A loud noise started rumbling and the bed shook for a couple of seconds, then when it stopped shaking and everything was quiet, the metal arms started to create a sound that a robotic lifting arm would create or the cannon lifting sound from Super Mario 64. The machine was turned on. "Isn't there an alternative method I could be using?" I asked in pure desperation. "I'm sorry, this is all we've got, but hey, maybe your life as a pegasus won't be so bad," she reminded. "Bad? Bad!? That's the definition of bad!" I yelled. "I'll see you in an hour or so," she said walking towards the double doors. "Wait... will this hurt?" I asked. "You know I wouldn't be able to answer that without lying to you," she sighed. "Shit," I whispered to myself as she left the room. The blade end of the metal arm was about to make its first cut. It started with the easy part, the limbs. Each individual limb was cut off with ease for it, however not so much for me. "OWWW!!! My fucking god that hurt!" "SHIIIIIIIITT!" "OWWW!!! MY BLOODY FUCKING ARM!" "AHHHH!" With the excruciating pain lingering on the four ends of torn off limbs, I take a glimpse down with what remained. All that was visible was my torso, my elbows hacked off and everything. Just my chest was all that remained. The magical aura trapping me in place also acted as a blood sustainer, it did not seem to let any blood flow out of my body. "In what may appear to be the sight of danger, please remain calm, we are simply decapitating your head. Any panic, heavy panting, or breathing may result in a blockage inside of your neck," a masculine voice sounded from the side of my bed. "A recorded voice trying to calm me down, how reassuring," I said sarcastically. "Wait... WHAT!?" I yelled in panic. "In what may appear to be the sight of danger, please remain calm, we are simply decapitating your head. Any panic, heavy panting, or breathing may result in a blockage inside of your neck" it repeated several times as one of the metal arms readjusted to the position above my neck. "You've got to be fucking shitting me," I said silently to myself. ³ "HHHHEEEEELLLLPPP!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. It was already too late; my head was decapitated off like a simple apple easily being cut into two. Slicing around the cusp of my head with the large bladed robotic arm, a circular dome shaped form of skin popped off the top off my head. With two individual slivers of brain tissue cut from the robotic arm, it quickly extracted the slivers into the pony brain inside of the pony body. Keeping the mare's promise, she returned to what remained of my decapitated body only to dissipate the parts of the human corpse. "You're going to be a good stallion someday..." she paused. "Blue Skies...," she smiled. "It extracted your personality, memories, and the part of the brain that makes it so your soul can control the body, from your brain, Brent. Unfortunately, you have wasted the opportunity to keep your personality and memory. The only thing that will exist within Blue Skies that's part of you is your soul," she said. "Even with your soul inside Blue Skies' body, you will only have little control over what he does, it's going to be his personality that will decide what you enjoy, dislike, wants, and what he does or what he enjoys doing. Once the full process is complete, you won't be able to resist, for there would be no part of you that would be able to do so or ever have the urge to want to resist. You'll just be a puppet following orders given from what Blue Skies would want to do, your freewill will be terminated," The stallion said finishing Doctor Brightshine's statement. "But why would you want to do that!?" I panicked. "It's not that we want to, it's just that something has to go in place of your personality. Unfortunately, removal of your personality comes along with the removal of your traits. Say if you enjoyed bowling, if Blue Skies hates bowling, you will hate it too," he replied. "I'd rather be dead than not to be able to express who I really am!" I yelled. "It's not up for debate, now be a good little stallion and hold still," He gave me a shot on one of my fore limbs. "I thought... you ponies... didn't have anesthetics," I manage to say at the best of my ability before passing out on the bed. "We don't, all we did was overdose you," he chuckled knowing that I couldn't hear him. Without any memory or recollection of what had become of the previous incident, Blue Skies went to a daily routine as a weather pegasus pony. While the pony may seem happy on the outside, he is unaware that he is not who he thinks he is, he doesn't know that his soul didn't originate from his body, and his human soul was forced to work for the brain of a pony whether Brent approved of it or not. I may write a sequel. Maybe even a prequel. "It's illegal to swear here?" I asked. *¹* *Saying 'Here' implied that he lived on Earth, pissing Doctor Blue Fade off. Also, yes, swearing should be illegal on a kids show. "So, I'm guessing your currency is not USD?" I asked. *²* *'Your currency' also implies that he lived on Earth, pissing Doctor Blue Fade off even more. "You've got to be fucking shitting me," I said silently to myself. *³* *Here's the best answer I could find to his question even though I could of just put this in the "extra's section" for the first chapter.
Part 1Everyone knows that an easier life and an eternity of prosperity is something humans would strive for, but what if the great lengths you'd have to go for it would be too much for anyone to be capable of handling? The great extents of the human mind are vast but would be willing to do whatever it takes for freedom from what most consider as hell, even if it meant going through even more hell in the process. This will only sting for a moment It's Saturday night, I just got off a long twelve hour shift and I was just about to be comforted by the sweet sensation of my mattress only to prepare for the even longer shift tomorrow. Climbing up onto the bed, a warm sensation tingled up into my spine, a sensation of relaxation. "Why the hell do I have to put up with these long ass shifts, it's not like the dozens of my colleagues couldn't take some of my hours from the shift," I groaned sitting upright peering out of the window in front of me. "I can't believe I have to put up with this shit, I wish I'd have some time to actually 'enjoy' my life rather than wasting it," I continued as I stared into the starry night. The comfort of my bed continued to persuade me and I fell under the pleasure of sleep to only expect even more work the next day. "...up!" "...ke up!" "Wake up! It's time for your operation," a soft masculine voice said waving a hoof in my face. I couldn't help but open my eyes; I was surrounded by two colored ponies dressed up in several accessories that someone with a medical degree would dress up in. I thought I was hallucinating and closed my eyes mainly because of the fact that I never get enough sleep but one of the pastel colored ponies gave a frustrated sigh and picked up a glass of water and splashed it over me. "Ugh... What time is it?" I mumble to myself as I reached over to the right expecting my dresser with my cell-phone on top of it to be there but unfortunately falling over a hospital bed with no dresser or cell-phone present. "Ow... My head," I groaned rubbing it with my palm. Either I was delusional or one of the ponies I thought were a figment of my imagination came up, looked down at me, and spoke. "I don't think that would be the best way to experience a wakeup call but I'm not the one who should judge another species," he chuckled. "Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here?" I panicked. A female pony wearing similar accessories bore a horn; it began to glow bright while I started to float onto the bed. The female pony began to speak. "I am Doctor Brightshine and this is Doctor Caretaker, you are at Canterlot hospital in Equestria," she grinned. Doctor Brightshine was a mare, about twelve years old, in pony years, with a red mane and a white coat of fur which surrounded a pair of bright blue eyes. Doctor Caretaker was a stallion that looked a little older than Doctor Brightshine and he had a brown mane with a bright blue coat of fur. While Doctor Brightshine bore a horn, Doctor Caretaker had a set of wings on both sides of his body. "Don't you remember? You signed a waiver for this operation," she chuckled. "What waiver? What operation?" I asked in confusion. "You agreed to have us change your life," she smirked. "I never agreed to anything!" I shouted. Doctor Brightshine's grin has faded in response. Doctor Caretaker grabbed some papers in his mouth and paced them on a table next to me. "This is what you call your 'handwriting', is it not?" he questioned. On each piece of paper was barely legible handwriting, or in their case 'hoofwriting', stating several guidelines and at the very bottom of the final of the final paper was indeed my handwritten signature. "I don't remember signing to any of this, there must be some kind of mistake," I theorized. "Mistake or not, we have to do our job, so just sit tight and we can begin," Doctor Caretaker said impatiently. One of the things I noticed flipping through the page of waiver was that I agreed to the removal of all of my body parts and the implanting of new pony ones. "Are you shitting me? I would never agree to any of this!" I shouted jumping out my bed. "Apparently you did," he responded. "How the hell did I even get here!?" I yelled. "By coming here? How are we supposed to know? We've just got to your room," he sighed. "The patient seems to have amnesia, do you suppose the operation's still safe?" Doctor Brightshine asked to Doctor Caretaker. "Don't worry, he'll be fine," h responded without any doubt in his mind. "You've got to be kidding me, even if I did have amnesia, I know I wouldn't be retarded enough to let someone to even consider removing a single part of my body!" I yelled. "Well, it doesn't seem like that's the case," Doctor Caretaker responded. "I don't care what the case is; I know nobody would free willingly give up their own body to look like a retarded pony!" I yelled. "Well, it seems this waiver you signed says so otherwise," he grinned. "God, I wouldn't even be able to bear standing near my colleagues as this... retarded animal," I shuddered. "Your colleagues? You mean back on Earth? Oh no, there's no going back, once you sign the waiver, you stay as a pony in Equestria permanently," he replied. "What!?" I shouted. "Page three, paragraph two, sentence four," he responded. "You can't be serious," I sighed. "Well, we're almost ready, first we need you to strip down your clothing," Doctor Caretaker nodded. "I can agree to remove my shirt since I've done it in public when swimming, but that's it!" I argued. "No no no, you don't understand, you need to be fully unclothed in order for this to work. I don't even understand why you're clothed to begin with, most ponies only clothe for formal occasions, and you don't even look very decent to be honest, no offense," he responded. "Can we just settle for me being in my undergarments then?" I pleaded. "Even if I knew what those were, unfortunately they'd have to be removed as well," he shook his head. Doctor Caretaker and I argued for several minutes until he put me at an impasse where either I took my clothes off or he did, I obliged to his offer and took off all my clothing including my undergarments, no matter how degrading it was. I noticed Doctor Caretaker whispering into Doctor Brightshine's ear and heard him but didn't understand what he was saying: "This patient has not gone through the externalizer procedure where he was from, make sure that when he gets his new body and the new penis that comes with it is prepared to go through the procedure so he doesn't forget or somehow slip out a second time, we need his new crotch to be externalized after he swaps bodies, the old crotch can just be burned with all the rest of the human body parts," he whispered. ¹ Doctor Brightshine nodded double checking her clipboard and nodded. "Doctor Brightshine, if you wouldn't mind, would you care to take him to the operation room?" he asked Doctor Brightshine no longer whispering. "Of course," Doctor Brightshine obliged. Once again, her horn and I started to glow until I magically levitated onto a cart that Doctor Caretaker had brought over. "Wait, where are you taking me?" I panicked. "Well, you can't just expect us to do the job in here, can you?" she rhetorically asked. With her mouth, Doctor Brightshine started pushing the cart out of the room. "Fuck this; I am not going to become a colorful pony that has a colorful mane, a muzzle, hooves rather than hands, and a smile on his face that lasts for every second of his fucking life!" I whispered to myself getting up preparing to jump off. Before I could jump off, I hit my head on a barrier surrounded the perimeter of the cart. It faded in and out according to how close I was to the barrier; I couldn't even stand up without heading the barrier above me. "Ow! You've got to be shitting me!" I shouted in excruciating pain. "Sorry, these carts were intended for ponies, we never have gotten a single human at this hospital, let alone in Equestria," she smiled unaware of me trying to escape. Apparently, being naked was accustom to these ponies. That still didn't stop the majority of the ponies walking by to either shun or be disappointed at me. After three minutes of being completely uncomfortable, I was pushed to a corridor with a pair of double doors in front of me. Upon entering the two double doors, I notice an unpleasant sight: An operation table surrounded by sharp metal arms used to most likely cut off limbs or any other body part for the most part alongside the most menacing feature of them all, a donated dead equine's body, a stallion, about thirteen years old in pastel pony years, around twenty in human years perhaps, and it's most likely my new body. The body was surprisingly had a penis. I thought all ponies here didn't have a penis, why did this pony have one? ² "What the fuck is that!?" I scream in shock. "It's the operation table, we mostly use it for amputations or any medical procedures involving replacement of internal objects or organs in the pony body, but it should work for your operation," she smiled leaving the cart next to the operation table. "You... aren't really going to do this to me are you?" I asked in fear after realizing that there is no way avoiding the inevitable. "Of course we are, you even signed the waiver so you knew the answer to that ahead of time anyways," she responded turning some knobs near the operation table. "I never signed any of your stupid waivers!" I yelled. "I'm having a hard time believing that, now please sit down and relax," she said calmly placing me onto the operation table. The bed immediately locked me into place with some kind of magical aura, and the aura wasn't coming from Doctor Brightshine's horn. It made me incapable of movement with everything except my basic necessities required to breath: my mouth and my nose. Everything I could use for my escape was now trapped within the confines of this torture table. Luckily, the table was much bigger than the cart which barely supported the length of my whole body and it actually felt like a bed. The bed would rotate and change the angle the bed should be curved at for the assistance of the sharp metal arms dangling above me which were attached to the side of the bed. Out of all the manly things I could have done at the moment, I actually started crying. ³ "What's wrong?" she asked remorsefully. "What the hell does it look like?" I yelled rhetorically. "I'm not sure, you had every right to not sign the waiver but you did anyways," she said pausing but then returning to adjusting the machine around me. "I don't even remember signing the stupid waiver!" I responded. "I'd like to believe you, honest, but I wasn't there to see you sign it or not to begin with, so were just going to have to safely assume it was your signature," she said starting to glow her horn near a power node for the machine. A loud noise started rumbling and the bed shook for a couple of seconds, then when it stopped shaking and everything was quiet, the metal arms started to create a sound that a robotic lifting arm would create or the cannon lifting sound from Super Mario 64. The machine was turned on. "Isn't there an alternative method I could be using?" I asked in pure desperation. "I'm sorry, this is all we've got, but hey, maybe your life as a pegasus won't be so bad," she reminded. "Bad? Bad!? That's the definition of bad!" I yelled. "I'll see you in an hour or so," she said walking towards the double doors. "Wait... will this hurt?" I asked. "You know I wouldn't be able to answer that without lying to you," she sighed. "Shit," I whispered to myself as she left the room. The blade end of the metal arm was about to make its first cut. It started with the easy part, the limbs. Each individual limb was cut off with ease for it, however not so much for me. "OWWW!!! My fucking god that hurt!" "SHIIIIIIIITT!" "OWWW!!! MY BLOODY FUCKING ARM!" "AHHHH!" With the excruciating pain lingering on the four ends of torn off limbs, I take a glimpse down with what remained. All that was visible was my torso, my elbows hacked off and everything. Just my chest was all that remained. The magical aura trapping me in place also acted as a blood sustainer, it did not seem to let any blood flow out of my body. "In what may appear to be the sight of danger, please remain calm, we are simply decapitating your head. Any panic, heavy panting, or breathing may result in a blockage inside of your neck," a masculine voice sounded from the side of my bed. "A recorded voice trying to calm me down, how reassuring," I said sarcastically. "Wait... WHAT!?" I yelled in panic. "In what may appear to be the sight of danger, please remain calm, we are simply decapitating your head. Any panic, heavy panting, or breathing may result in a blockage inside of your neck" it repeated several times as one of the metal arms readjusted to the position above my neck. "You've got to be fucking shitting me," I said silently to myself. "HHHHEEEEELLLLPPP!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. It was already too late; my head was cut off like a simple apple easily being cut into two. "This patient has not gone through the externalizer procedure where he was from, make sure that when he get's his new body and the new penis that comes with it is prepared to go through the procedure so he doesn't forget or somehow slip out a second time, we need his new crotch to be externalized after he swaps bodies, the old crotch can just be burned with all the rest of the human body parts," he whispered. ¹ REMEMBER THIS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER! The body was surprisingly had a penis. I thought all ponies here didn't have a penis, why did this pony have one? ² The next chapter tells you why, if you don't understand after the next chapter: (Spoiler Explanation at very bottom) Out of all the manly things I could have done at the moment, I actually started crying. ³ You're going to get chopped into pieces, you're going to become an animal, you're never going back home, the animal you're becoming will never eat meat, you'll never see your friends again, you only get around 30 to 40 years of life expectancy as a pony, and you have to be accustomed like a pony. So yeah, who wouldn't cry? (Other than me, I'd be like: FUCK YES! I'm going to be a pony! [The previous statement I made implying that I would totally enjoy this for the outcome that would come afterwards was NOT a lie! If you are a human stalker like Lyra and you currently are pony, go ahead and try this on me ;D]) ---SPOILER--- The body was surprisingly had a penis. I thought all ponies here didn't have a penis, why did this pony have one? ² The pony Brent's going to become has yet to do the externalizer procedure, a procedure that all ponies are required to take when they are young foals. That's why everypony there has the lack thereof a penis or vagina except Brent and the donated body. I may write a prequel as to how he didn't get castrated and why he is here.
Part 2---Beep--- ---Beep--- ---Beep--- What is this? What is that noise? Where am I? Why am I not in my bedroom? Why does my head feel as if it was sewed together? ¹ I slowly wake up rubbing the back of my neck carefully while examining my environment. It was a hospital, my worst nightmare when I was a child and I guess it still is now. I wake up only to not feel my toes or hands; it was only a matter of moments before I've noticed that they were replaced by light blue hooves rendering me to end up in shock as if it was some horrible dream. Noticing a mirror to my left, I slowly turn my head only to see a mimicking action taking place in the reflection. I was a light blue stallion with a mane and tail that were yellow outlined by a darker hue color. My body was outlined with a darker hue of my body color. The giant bulging eyes on both sides of my newly found muzzle bore a similar color to my mane and tail. I try to relax and take notice to a full glass of water sitting over on the counter next to me; it had my name on it and everything. How do they know my name, were they expecting me? I was just about to reach for it before I was interrupted. "No, that's quite alright, I'll fill the paperwork out tomorrow, thanks Nurse Tenderheart," a voice sounded as it faded into the room. Oh shit, someone's coming, I can't be seen like this, and it's already hard enough to be at a hospital but to have to be at one as a pony? I quickly hide myself under the blankets on my bed. "Alright, what do we have here?" the voice asked kindly walking over to my bed. "What's your name?" he asked. I, still cowering in my covers, manage to mumble my name. "Brent," I replied in an inaudible manner. Fearing the possibilities of what could possibly happen to me next, I ask out of plain curiosity of why I was here. "Why am I here? I am perfectly fine," I asked. "It might help if we got you out of those covers," he chuckled as he started to levitate the bed's blankets down so that the blankets only overlapped my lower half of my body. Being absolutely terrified with both of my hooves covering my face, he begins to chuckle even further. It was a unicorn stallion; a blue and white mane above white coated fur, along his flank bore a heart rate monitor tattoo. "Oh, you must Brent; my name is Doctor Blue fade, welcome to Baltimare Hospital. It says here that you were sent in from the Canterlot hospital, it also says you are here for the externalizer procedure," the stallion said looking at his clipboard. ² "The externalizer procedure?" I asked. "It's where you get castrated, penectomized, and you get your extremity completely attached to each other," he replied. "Can you give me that in layman's terms?" I asked. "Uh, sure. It's when you get your balls and your penis cut off. Then we remove all the tubes and vitals that surrounded or were attached to said penis and balls such as the urethra, rectum, prostate, vasa deferens, and the seminal vesicle along with several other vitals inside of your lower sector of your body. Then we make it so skin builds up in your butt so both sides of the flank attach together over an open wound so no gap is visible on it, think of it like molding wet clay inside a crack on a pot. Also, we must do the same for where the penis and ball sack were so they don't grow back or continue to grow more hair on it than the amount of hair that is already visible," he said with confidence. At this point my eyes could not possibly get any wider in shock. "Okay, so am I supposed to go to the bathroom or have sex?" I asked. "Going to the bathroom happens on its own terms but warns you ahead of time before you have to go, you should know that, and to be honest, I have no idea what you mean by 'sex'," he replied. "Then how do you reproduce? You honestly can't reproduce asexually," I said rolling my eyes. "Actually, that is how we reproduce, it is unorthodox for ponies to not be asexual, we pass off offspring via sign of affection or unicorn magic," he said. "Could you at least give me an anesthetic or something during the operation?" I asked. "What's an anesthetic?" He replied as a question. "Shit," I whispered to myself as I gave an irritated look. "We all had to get our externalizer procedure at one point or another; I'm just surprised you didn't have it when you were a young colt though. Having it now rather than then is only going to make it even more painful," he said. "First of all, I wasn't a pony until just today, I don't know why or how I became a pony but I know I should still be human, I don't deserve this kind of torture, second of all, why the hell do you torture others with this operation?!" I shouted. ³ "Brent, I have no clue as to what you are going on about, please just let the professional take it from here and it'll be over before you know it," he sighed levitating his bag of medical equipment with his horn onto a table beside me. "Professional, my ass!" I replied. "You won't even have an ass after this operation, also, It would be nice if you watched your tone, you are at a hospital containing dozens of other patients including foals too you know," he reminded. "And what, you tortured those dozens of others of ponies with this procedure as well?" I rhetorically questioned with anger nearly hopping out of my bed. "Everypony has to get this operation, it is a requirement. Even Princess Celestia had to get it," he said. "Why would you let something that came naturally to you for a reason get manually removed, it's our body we should decide how we treat it," I responded. "It's not my decision to make, it's only for the best of the residents of Equestria to not see such a grotesque sight," he said walking closer to the table with his equipment on it. I managed to slowly calm down however I feel nothing but fear for what was coming next. "Is it... Permanent?" I asked while shuddering at the thought. "Of course it is, plus you don't see many ponies around here taking the operation twice, do you?" he chuckled asked rhetorically. "What about the females?" I asked. "A similar but slightly shorter process, for the females we have to remove the innards from the vagina, in order to do this, we first must cut a larger surrounding hole around it so even the vagina itself can be removed much like we do for males. Then when the vagina and all the vitals that used to be near or inside of it have been removed, we patch up the gaping hole where the vagina used to be. Finally, just like we do for the males, we patch up the flank, making sure both sides are fully attached," he once again said with full confidence. Fear slipped through my mind and nothing but several drops of saliva slipped down my throat. I could feel massive tension rising as the doctor browsed through his own belongings. The doctor finally had found what he was looking for, several different types of sharp objects that could be identified as scalpels. The sight of it made me squirm in place and only want to gallop away. "You're not making this any easier," he said as his horn started to glow bright. "There, much better, now I can start to make my first incision," he said as my body began to lock into place on the bed due to the magical aura surrounding me that he created making me completely immobilized on all of my limbs with my back two hooves perfectly spread out for him on the other side of the bed. With one snap of the muzzle mask he began to lower the small knife towards my crotch. OOOOOOOH FUCK! OOOOOOOOOWWWW! After several hours of nothing but screaming, precise incising, and the doctor patting onto the area to remove blood that happened to bleed out of the incised area in reaction to the removal of skin, he removed the pressure from the still in excruciating pain regions of my crotch. The doctor put the extracts of what used to be my penis and testicles into two small separate plastic bags. There also was another small plastic bag in which he put a cylindrical shaped pile of skin tissue that was under my penis, it was taken out probably for easy extraction of all the numerous objects he mentioned he was going to remove inside of my crotch. With the little movement I have, I manage to twitch the lower part of my left eye in aggravation. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked rhetorically. "It was one of the most excruciating moments in my entire life," I replied as he gently released me. "Well, everypony has to do this procedure," he chuckled. "There lies the problem, for the second time now; I AM NOT A PONY, at least not until now, I don't even belong here and I certainly don't deserve this torment!" I argued while covering up the gaping hole in the center of my crotch in response to the sustaining pain. "You look pretty equine to me and besides, we're almost done," he replied. "Look, what my body is resembles right now is not what I truly am," I said in an aggravated tone. "Oh, then what are you?" The doctor said playing along with me. "A human," I said in response. "Aren't you a little too old for those fairy tales?" he chuckled. "You've got to believe me!" I pleaded clutching my hooves around his neck. "Right... Anyways, I will finish the procedure in another fifteen minutes, until then, try to relax, we wouldn't want to apply too much pressure on your lower region," he said writing things down onto a notepad he levitated into the air. "No, please don't! You've already done enough! I can't take any more of this!" I cried pleading for mercy. "As much as I'd like to stop, I can't. Now just be patient, I will be back for the next part of the procedure in a little bit," he said heading out of the room. Several minutes have passed with me trying to regain my composure. Like the doctor said, he returned in time to continue with his torture and once again put his muzzle mask on again. "Just relax, I only need to remove a couple things from inside and then patch up your skin, it's as easy as it gets" he under-exaggerated with a plastic smile. "You've done quite enough don't you think? You've ruined my sex life, forced an eternity of virginity upon me, and worst of all: it's never coming back, it's permanent, gone, poof! You think I'm going to enjoy the rest of my life without my penis, all the things attached to it, and my ass being adhesively stuck together? No! Of course not, I couldn't bear to show my face on Earth ever again if I had the opportunity too," I argued nearly sobbing with my muzzle facing down towards the bed I was sitting on. "Look, I may not have the slightest clue of whatever you are talking about, but everypony has to take this procedure. It's a requirement," he remorsefully said as he placed his right hoof under my chin forcing my muzzle to lean upwards. "But... that's just it, I am not a pony, I am a human, or at least I was," I replied. "You look pretty equine to me, and besides, we're almost done," he grinned in response removing his hoof from my muzzle. "Looks are deceiving, especially when you wake up in a hospital bed in Equestria rather than in my bed at home," I argued further. "I'll try to make this as painless as possible, but I have to remove the peripherals that used to surround your penis. I also have to adhesive the surrounding areas of your crotch together so you can't see the hole I made and I also must adhesive your bottom together so no open spaces or cracks are visible, just like mending cracks together in pottery, and then you can go," he said in attempt to relieve my stress. "First of all, you mentioned that example already and second of all where would I go? Home? Even if it was possible, I wouldn't. You've already removed enough to make me not want to leave Equestria," I responded. "How would you leave Equestria?" he asked. "You know what, fuck it, just continue the procedure, you fucking mental piece of shit," I irately responded while obligingly sitting down with all my limbs spread out with my back perfectly flat on top of the bed so that the hole the doctor created was perfectly visible. ° "It'll be over and done with before you know it," he grinned. As I pouted in response, the doctor grabbed various extraction tools including some various kinds and sizes of tweezers and more sharp tipped objects to cut loose and remove the objects attached on the inside, he also got out a relatively small flashlight to assist his vision. The doctor pony standing in front of me magically levitate both a pair of tweezers and scissors up my cylindrical crotch hole where my penis used to be. Even though he was careful enough to not hit anything inside of me accidentally, the process of him sticking it up there was still absolutely painful for me. The medical pony in front of me shined his light in front of the gaping hole and continued to adjust his tools inside of me, inflicting even more pain. After several minutes of rotating and moving the tools to his precise position, he decides to make his first incision without my consent. "This might sting a little," he said with a serious face. "Implying that it already hasn't been sti..." He made his first incision and it was more painful than what I had imagined. "Owwwww! Son of a Bitch! That stung!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. A little bump near the very bottom of my chest became visible and started dragging out to the end of my crotch hole. The tweezers started to become visible with something on the other end. "This was your prostate gland," he said slowly magically levitating the vital out of my body. "Emphasis on 'was'" I sighed. "Ready for the next one?" he asked. One by one, painfully reinserting and removing the tweezers, coming out each time with a vital, leaving the scissors inside for each individual painful cut. After what seemed to be hours of hell, Doctor Blue fade finally pulled out the scissors along with the tweezers and then let out a sigh of relief signifying he was finally done. "God, my insides are killing me!" I shouted. "Don't worry, the hardest part has already come to pass, we just need to fabricate some skin to overlap the open areas on your bottom and your crotch hole," he said trying to reassure me as he pulled out a small sharp knife. "Wait, I thought we were done with the incisions," I panicked. "Oh no, this is just to cut open a ring of skin tissue surrounding the perimeter of your crotch hole and we'd also need a ring of skin cut off the perimeter of the butt hole so we can connect the skin tissue together from each patch which will cover up the entire hole of both your butt hole and your crotch hole," he reassured. "Out of all the hell I've had today without any doses of aspirin or any other pain relievers, I don't think I'd be even capable of sustaining that much more pain," I complained. "You have an overactive imagination of all of the strangest things, Brent, you can't relieve pain," he said. "Implying that you don't care about my pain and you are going to continue the procedure anyways," I said quite annoyed. "Right on the money," he replied approaching me. He had a hard time peeling off the skin surrounding each individual hole and it was nothing like peeling off the skin of an apple, it was sustainingly painful but luckily not as painful as what I've already been through. "There, now we can just form the skin and wait for your fur to grow over it, then you'd be good as new," he grinned. I only sighed in irritation. Doctor Blue fade left the room only for a minute to get a set of needles, surrounded by most likely sharper syringes than the ones on Earth. "On second thought, do I really need a shot?" I asked as an excuse. "You just need two tiny little pokes, they can't be that bad," he said. First up, the crotch hole he created a while back. With his magic levitation, he aimed the sharp syringe towards the skin peeled area surrounding the hole and poked the needle through, allowing me to dilate my eyes in response to the pain. After a slow push of the end of the needle extracting several fluids into the peeled area, Doctor Blue fad slowly removed the needle. "Only one more needle poke," he grinned Doctor Blue fade put away the needle to levitate out another one. Inserting the needle to the wound surrounding my ass was just as painful as the other needle but it was over with as soon as it started. "All done," he said putting away all of his tools. ¹ "Why does my head feel as if it was sewed together?" That's because it probably was, Canterlot Hospital removed every single body part individually and attach each pony body part individually. (Refer to previous chapter) ² "It says here that you were sent in from the Canterlot Hospital..." Implying that the events in the previous chapter took place but Brent doesn't remember because of the minor case of amnesia from the body transfer due to a small part of the brain was temporarily extracted (the part that makes your soul control the body you are in) and got put into a pony's body. [Personality was also another extracted part into the pony body but conflict eventually rises upon that later.] {Overall there were only two extracted parts from his original brain, soul control and personality, no more.} tl;dr The Things that occurred last chapter really happened. Brent doesn't remember and now controls the body and personality of a pony because the part of his brain that lets his soul control the body he's in and the part that displays his personality have been put into a pony's brain. ³ "...I wasn't a pony until just today, I don't know why or how I became a pony but I know I should still be human, I don't deserve this kind of torture..." He admits to not remembering that he transferred his body back in Canterlot, this was to subliminally convey to readers that he is clueless as to what is going on and it puts emphasis on the fact that he doesn't know why or how he was became a pony. ° "You know what, fuck it, just continue the procedure, you fucking mental piece of shit," Brent finally accepts his inevitable fate since he knows that Doctor Blue Fade could just hold him in place again and that most of the job was already done resulting in the fact that it would look awkward to have a gaping hole in your crotch when the only pony he knows who could fix that is in front of him.
Part 3"Finally! God that was excruciating!" I replied. "Your skin should grow back in a couple minutes, as your fur, it might take a few weeks give or take," he said taking off his muzzle mask. "That quick?" I questioned. "That's what the shots were for, if we didn't grow the skin fast enough, the penis would grow back," he said as if it was obvious. "You ponies have the most fucked up beliefs I've ever seen," I laughed. "What are you saying?" he asked suspiciously. "What I'm saying is, you ponies are demented, I mean you literally cut off my penis and all the things attached to it and you say it's typical for everyone to have it done to them!?" I yelled. "It's 'everypony', you should know that already, especially at your age," he reminded. "You ponies are intolerable," I sighed. "All the ponies excluding or including you?" he asked rhetorically with a chuckle. "Fucking smart ass," I mumbled. Suddenly, I felt a sensation tingling at my crotch and ass. "Wait, what's going on?" I asked. "Skin tissue is being formed at the phenomenal rate the shot gave, it increases the rate your skin grows to less than a minute once the body reacts to the drug inside of you, and it seems that the body has just reacted to its presence so the skin tissue is currently growing as we speak," he informed. Within visible sight of my crotch, I manage to see the crotch hole slowly being concealed breath a layer of skin. Around a minute or so, both unsanitary holes were covered and were no longer visible, and fully overlapped with the peeled skin marks, leaving them completely invisible as well. "Now the skin overlap is permanent, so it can't be peeled off just by tapping it, it like among the rest of the body, must be inflicted with injury or incisions to be removed, so don't worry about it becoming loose," he reassured. "Another thing, keep in mind that skin is still currently forming, it's forming inside the perimeter of the covered areas for protection from any contact since it no longer is filled with anything to protect it, when it's done, it should have a small coating of skin around the removed areas, only about a half of an inch thick of skin will form along the sides leaving at least 75% of the removed areas still uncovered when it's done," he warned. "So, when can I leave?" I complained. "Well, I still want to check up on you every once in a while for a couple of hours and then you have to sign out of the hospital, but after that, you may leave," he said starting to levitating some of his things on the verge of leaving. "One question before you go," I said. "Why am I here, on this planet, province, or whatever you call this place?" I asked. "What?" he replied. "I do not have any recollection of me being a pony until just now, there must be some logical reason why I am not on Earth," I responded. "Enough of this nonsense! You're not a human!" he shouted. "I've tried to be subtle but you clearly need help! You wouldn't sit calm for the externalizer procedure, you constantly bicker every little thing, you use the lousiest of excuses, and you swear too often, let alone never like the law says you have to!" he said furiously. "It's illegal to swear here?" I asked. ¹ "Stay right here," he sighed walking out of the room releasing all of his things from his levitation spell onto the ground. Doctor Blue fade walked out of the room with a plastic smile, heading towards the nearest information desk. Trying to stay out of the clerk at the desk's way without stopping for a greeting, he grabbed a sheet of paper and a quill. "Celestia only knows how much havoc this pony will wreak if I don't do something about it," he whispered to himself beginning to write with the pencil under his levitation spell. Dear Doctor Caretaker, I must inform you that the patient you have sent to our hospital, 'Brent', has been in a very disruptive behavior lately. He constantly bickered to the externalizer procedure I was assigned, he swore several times, and he's had the worst excuse to get out of it. He claimed that he was a human and that he didn't know how he got here or anything. I incapable of helping him and I wanted to see if there was anything you could do to help me. -Doctor Blue Fade Doctor Blue fade folded up the note, put it into an envelope, and signed it to Canterlot Hospital with it labeled to Doctor Caretaker. "Mail this to Canterlot Hospital, it's urgent," he said in a serious manner to the clerk at the desk. "Right away, Doctor Blue Fade," she said grabbing the envelope in her mouth and heading to the mailbox. Still trying to keep his temper, Doctor Blue Fade reentered my room. "What were you doing?" I asked. "That's not important, now you're going to have to stay here for maybe a couple of days to a whole week," he said nervously. "Let me guess: this has something to do with my 'human issue', doesn't it?" I asked suspiciously. "More or less," he shrugged. "Seriously!? Look, I don't want stay cooped up in this hospital any longer, just let me leave already," I sighed. "As much as it troubles me to keep you here, I need to check up on you. Tell you what, I'll make the operation you took absolutely free, if you stay," he grinned putting a hoof around my shoulder. "You were originally going to charge me for going through that much pain!?" I said pushing his hoof me forcefully. "I'd consider it as a blessing from Princess Celestia herself, if I were you, it's not every day that a pony walks into the hospital and comes out without spending a single bit," he said giving off an annoyed look. "If I refuse, how much would this cost exactly?" I asked hypothetically. "I'd estimate around fifteen hundred bits," he replied. "So, I'm guessing your currency is not USD?" I asked. ² "You're not making my life any easier, are you?" he rhetorically asked with his own hoof nudging his head. "I'd suggest staying here," he recommended on the verge of departing the room. "Wait a minute. What benefit would YOU get out of keeping me here and why is it so wrong of me to think I am human?" I questioned. "Asking questions and snooping on another pony's business only gets you into trouble, Brent" he said squinting in anger. "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked. "I'll check up on you tomorrow morning, Brent" he said continuing his departure out of the room until the door was fully shut. "That bastard has me at an impasse, there's no way I'll make a thousand five hundred bits or whatever he called his currency and considering hospital bills are expensive on a usual basis, I'd have to guess that a bit are worth around the same price of a dollar rendering it hard to earn that much. What he does for the rest of the duration I am here for is a mystery, but I know one thing: It's going to be pure hell," I said to myself. I look around my room to only end up in a sigh. "How come this place doesn't have electricity? Do they seriously expect me to stay here doing nothing for up to a whole week?" I sighed. "I might as well get some rest, stressing myself out about the current situation isn't going to make my life any easier," I decided. A bright light shines over my eye lids, forcing them to open, startling me in surprise. A new hospital bed, how swell. "You're awake? Good, listen up, it has become apparent to me that your behavior is beyond intolerable," a stressed out voice sounded removing its own glowing bright horn from my face. "Wait, who are you? I thought Doctor Blue Fade was supposed to take care of me," I asked. "He did his job, now your here to let us finish ours," the voice responded coming into view. "In case if you've forgotten during the process of switching bodies, I'm Doctor Brightshine," she said irately. "You don't look that 'bright' if you ask me and who keeps coming up with these names, it sounds like a four year old made them," I responded. "Being stereotypical will get you nowhere, Brent," she responded as a stallion walked up beside her. "Wait, how do you know my name?" I asked in astonishment. "You poor little thing, I guess we should of left the original pony personality in the brain after all," the stallion responded. "Wait, what!? Can somebody tell me what's going on here?" I yelled in confusion. "Fine, I guess you do deserve an explanation," he sighed. A loud noise started rumbling and the bed shook for a couple of seconds, then when it stopped shaking and everything was quiet, the metal arms started to create a sound that a robotic lifting arm would create or the cannon lifting sound from Super Mario 64. The machine was turned on. "Isn't there an alternative method I could be using?" I asked in pure desperation. "I'm sorry, this is all we've got, but hey, maybe your life as a pegasus won't be so bad," she reminded. "Bad? Bad!? That's the definition of bad!" I yelled. "I'll see you in an hour or so," she said walking towards the double doors. "Wait... will this hurt?" I asked. "You know I wouldn't be able to answer that without lying to you," she sighed. "Shit," I whispered to myself as she left the room. The blade end of the metal arm was about to make its first cut. It started with the easy part, the limbs. Each individual limb was cut off with ease for it, however not so much for me. "OWWW!!! My fucking god that hurt!" "SHIIIIIIIITT!" "OWWW!!! MY BLOODY FUCKING ARM!" "AHHHH!" With the excruciating pain lingering on the four ends of torn off limbs, I take a glimpse down with what remained. All that was visible was my torso, my elbows hacked off and everything. Just my chest was all that remained. The magical aura trapping me in place also acted as a blood sustainer, it did not seem to let any blood flow out of my body. "In what may appear to be the sight of danger, please remain calm, we are simply decapitating your head. Any panic, heavy panting, or breathing may result in a blockage inside of your neck," a masculine voice sounded from the side of my bed. "A recorded voice trying to calm me down, how reassuring," I said sarcastically. "Wait... WHAT!?" I yelled in panic. "In what may appear to be the sight of danger, please remain calm, we are simply decapitating your head. Any panic, heavy panting, or breathing may result in a blockage inside of your neck" it repeated several times as one of the metal arms readjusted to the position above my neck. "You've got to be fucking shitting me," I said silently to myself. ³ "HHHHEEEEELLLLPPP!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. It was already too late; my head was decapitated off like a simple apple easily being cut into two. Slicing around the cusp of my head with the large bladed robotic arm, a circular dome shaped form of skin popped off the top off my head. With two individual slivers of brain tissue cut from the robotic arm, it quickly extracted the slivers into the pony brain inside of the pony body. Keeping the mare's promise, she returned to what remained of my decapitated body only to dissipate the parts of the human corpse. "You're going to be a good stallion someday..." she paused. "Blue Skies...," she smiled. "It extracted your personality, memories, and the part of the brain that makes it so your soul can control the body, from your brain, Brent. Unfortunately, you have wasted the opportunity to keep your personality and memory. The only thing that will exist within Blue Skies that's part of you is your soul," she said. "Even with your soul inside Blue Skies' body, you will only have little control over what he does, it's going to be his personality that will decide what you enjoy, dislike, wants, and what he does or what he enjoys doing. Once the full process is complete, you won't be able to resist, for there would be no part of you that would be able to do so or ever have the urge to want to resist. You'll just be a puppet following orders given from what Blue Skies would want to do, your freewill will be terminated," The stallion said finishing Doctor Brightshine's statement. "But why would you want to do that!?" I panicked. "It's not that we want to, it's just that something has to go in place of your personality. Unfortunately, removal of your personality comes along with the removal of your traits. Say if you enjoyed bowling, if Blue Skies hates bowling, you will hate it too," he replied. "I'd rather be dead than not to be able to express who I really am!" I yelled. "It's not up for debate, now be a good little stallion and hold still," He gave me a shot on one of my fore limbs. "I thought... you ponies... didn't have anesthetics," I manage to say at the best of my ability before passing out on the bed. "We don't, all we did was overdose you," he chuckled knowing that I couldn't hear him. Without any memory or recollection of what had become of the previous incident, Blue Skies went to a daily routine as a weather pegasus pony. While the pony may seem happy on the outside, he is unaware that he is not who he thinks he is, he doesn't know that his soul didn't originate from his body, and his human soul was forced to work for the brain of a pony whether Brent approved of it or not. I may write a sequel. Maybe even a prequel. "It's illegal to swear here?" I asked. *¹* *Saying 'Here' implied that he lived on Earth, pissing Doctor Blue Fade off. Also, yes, swearing should be illegal on a kids show. "So, I'm guessing your currency is not USD?" I asked. *²* *'Your currency' also implies that he lived on Earth, pissing Doctor Blue Fade off even more. "You've got to be fucking shitting me," I said silently to myself. *³* *Here's the best answer I could find to his question even though I could of just put this in the "extra's section" for the first chapter.
