Destiny of a Lover

Birds chirped outside the window, voicing their beautiful cries of indignance at the intruding patrol. On the bed in her room, Cynthia stirred softly.

What's this? I have human appendages again! Then the pain hit. The pain of a mind filled to the brim with information, and then pushed over the edge with physical pain. Ow! Fuck! Looking down at the bed, Cynthia could tell that her body was indeed back to normal(as she knew it), and apart from the pulsating pain in her head, was quite capable of the same physical performance as before the transformations began.

Splashing a bit of water into her face in the restroom, everything seemed out-sized. The mirror was big, the faucet was equipped with clunky-looking valves(in place of handles)... it was a world built for horses. Miniature ones. Miniature talking horses that happen to use a form of telekinesis to perform daily routines. Cynthia looked at her body in the mirror. Still feeling the effects of the latest batch of feminizing pills she had taken. Sighing softly, a razor and lathering creme were located, and Cynthia began the daunting task of removing the growth of troublesome facial hair with the equine tools.

A knock at the door startled her ruminations, and she washed her face of the cleansing products quickly. "I'll be just a moment!"

When she opened the door, there stood King Midnight Flame, accompanied by his newly-wed wives Rarity, and a Princess Celestia that seemed to just be leaving. Curtsying quickly, Cynthia invited her royal guests in, prompting Princess Celestia to excuse herself for 'royal business'. Whatever that means.

The King spoke first, and rather sheepishly, "About what I said yesterday afternoon," I'll bet you REAAAAALLY want to talk about that again. He looked at the floor before stammering out again, Rarity holding her harsh gaze on him. "I just wanted to tell you, I'm sorry. I've mulled it over in my head, and it's not very welcoming of me to dismiss newcomers so harshly. And such anger that I showed you yesterday was not worthy of me. I hope you can forgive me?" he blurted. Really, now? I wonder who talked him into this... He started again, "This place is not Earth, and I shouldn't have brought my preconceived notions of ponies... and people, here."

Cynthia paused for a moment before speaking, "Well, thank you. It means a lot to me, to have a chance to prove my value." Midnight nodded, then continued, "So, exactly... what are you?" Hah! You just told me how little you know about a transwoman. "Are you a drag queen? A crossdresser?" Seriously, some people just need to learn... Oh well. I guess I'm going to 'be the change' I want to see... "Well, I am a woman, in spite of my somewhat... difficult past. And I take no part in what doesn't concern women... or mares, I guess, now." She paused, thinking if there was anything she missed. "Also, as you said, this is a different place. This is an opportunity to use what I've learned about humanity to help, not destroy. I'd be happy to help wherever I go."

"I see. A few more questions, before I have to attend to other business. Where are you from?" "Canada. You came from Kentucky, originally. Right?" "Yes, yes, I did," King Midnight confirmed. He then continued, "Also, do you have a major skill? A career, I mean?" "No; I have varied experiences, but no set career." "no worries, no worries." Rarity then looked up to her husband again, and muttered her first words so far, "Wasn't there something else, darling?" "Oh, yes! I meant to tell you Cynthia," the King said, rather quickly, "I've had the... opportunity to speak to the person known as Venus again, about your..." falling into silence, the King then picked up again. "I talked to Venus, and it's been made clear to me that you aren't like him at all. In fact, 'she' educated me quite a bit. Apparently there's something called a trans-mare here, something like what 'she' is, but... different. To say the least, my worries about you were put to rest." Hope he's done talking about that; I'm getting tired of hearing it...

Catching a breath, he started again, "So, have you quite recovered? From the ordeal last night, I mean." "Yes, yes; I'm quite over it, thank you. But what exactly is the point of having magic anymore? I'm a human again. I guess I wasn't thinking properly when I asked for both?" "Well," he began, "people from Earth can access certain more... exotic forms of magic. Try lifting that lamp with telekinesis, for starters."

Straining, Cynthia tried to pour her thoughts into the lamp, envisioning it floating with no support. Soon, the lamp bobbed off the table, floating a few centimetres in the air. "Good, good!" exclaimed King Midnight, "Now, just put it down, and I'll stop pestering you." Well, I hope he stays happy this time. I wouldn't want a freaked out Alicorn on my hands! "There you are, you've got it!" he cheered gleefully. "Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I have royal business that requires my presence." With that, the King excused himself, leaving Cynthia and Rarity in the room alone.

Rarity looked at Cynthia, appraisingly, as if to judge her suitability for a certain outfit. "I hope you don't hold yesterday's events against my husband, do you? Oh! And do you already know who I am?"