The cloptastic adventures of pony Mick in pony Wonderland

Epilogue: Large, larger, THIS!

Micks eyes shot open, blinding him for a moment.

“Twilight.... Twilight!”

Mick sat upright and looked around. He wasn’t in Twilights library anymore.... not even in Ponyville. He was in his own room. Plastic and printed ponies looking back with lifeless eyes.

Swiftly he looked at his limbs.

HANDS! He had hands again!

He started to chuckle, looking at his hands, turning them in front of his face.

“A dream...all a dream... Just a regular old dream, nothing more.”

Mick threw back his bed sheet, looking down at his legs but had to stop at his groin. A big, sticky stain covered most of his underwear, giving off a horrible scent.

“Well, maybe not a regular dream...”

Mick smiled as he wiped most away with his bed sheets and took a towel from his cabinet. Yes, he felt like a changed young man... He even looked forward to showering!

Mick had taken a shower and put on some clothes. Just a regular jeans and a pony shirt...even after all of this he still yearned for simple clothing. Something that fitted well and his head could fit through. Whistling the “Smile, smile, smile” refrain he went down the stairs. His stomach grumbling for some food. His mom was facing the stow, pouring out some hot water. As always his dad was hidden behind the newspaper. With a happy sigh he sat down at the table, taking some cornflakes and starts pouring it in a bowl.

“Hey there son, heard you shower. What’s the special occasion? Getting married?”

Mick smiled at his mothers little joke. Every time he showered without someone telling him to, he could expect this joke..or something similar.

Mick turned as he heard his sister coming down the stairs.

“Yeah, keep on making that joke, maybe there’ll be a day when I find it funny mom.”

As his sister came in, she looked in shock at Mick. She sometimes acted it out to make fun of him, but now she looked truly shocked. As the witty remark stayed absent Mick decided to take the initiative.

“What’s wrong sis? Tongwrestled much with the boys and lossed a time too many?”

Slowly, her hand was raised, pointing at Mick.

“You...your f... your....”

Micks mom had finished making coffee and turned to greet her children properly, but suddenly dropped the canister. her eyes fixed to him in blind fear.

Mick looked at them both and smiled

“Ok, you had your fun...did you guys plan this or something? Dad, can you help me? Dad?”

Mick looked at his father, staring at him and the paper laid down carelessly. Its pages hanging in his glass of juice and buttered sandwiches.

Mick started touching his face, a bit of panic starting to grow inside him.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Slowly, his father pointed at the living room mirror. Mick stood up and walked towards it. Looking at it he finally found out what had shocked his family so deeply. He laid his hand on the polished glass, letting it slide up to the reflection of his face.

“This can’t be...impossible...no..IT WAS REAL! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

It was real, he had visited Ponyvile! Twilights spell had backfired... something had gone wrong...

Mick fell to his knees, screaming his agony to the heavens as he felt up the source of his terror.

With both his hands, he ran over his forehead...now even larger than before...

You have large...

larger....

AND THIS!