This will only sting for a moment
Part 3
Previous Chapter"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*