This will only sting for a moment

Everyone 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.