Finding Moss on the Cold Hard Ground
Sanji could feel the stone cold ground against his face, when he awoke. What the hell happened last night? Why did his body feel so.. Off? Some feeling he couldn't explain. What he could explain though was the fact that his clothes felt hotter than hell. Almost like the fabric of his dress shirt had turned into a fur coat. He began to sit up, still feeling that strange feeling. Everything was dark. He couldn't seem to open his eyes.
“God damn...” Sanji mumbled as he reached to scratch his head. But what he felt.. Isn't what he should of
Sanji’s eyes burst open. He threw his right arm out in front of him, and what did he see? Hooves. Real (finger-less) hooves.
“WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE ARE MY FUCKING FINGERS?!” Sanji exclaimed
This wasn’t right. What was going on? Where the hell was he? Sanji looked all around, seeing nothing but dirt road, flowers and a few benches in front of him. He then stuck out his arms in front of him one more time, it was so weird to see hooves instead of the hands he’d grown so used to. Then he realized why his shirt was so hot.. Fur. Sanji had fur all over him. He looked to his legs, fur and hooves, just like his arms. But only having a dress shirt on, Sanji’s flank was exposed, and as he looked to his flank, he saw what looked like a tattoo. Not just any tattoo.. But his Jolly Rodger! He looked at it for a few short seconds with his mouth slightly ajar, and then decided to ignore it, as he felt he had enough to deal with.
He looked to the right of him, down the dirt road. Nothing but an old, beat up, wood bench. That’s nothing special..Thought Sanji. He then looked to his left, and what he saw laying in the path sent a cold, hard, chill through his spine. It couldn't be... Marimo’s swords? Sanji questioned in his mind. After a few minutes of thought, he took a deep breath and stood.
At first Sanji was very shaky. This was his first time on four legs after all.. It didn't take long for him to get the hang of it though. Sanji was worried now. How could he walk if it was so hard for him to stand in the first place? But to his surprise, walking was a breeze. It honestly felt like nature told him how to walk. He strutted towards the three swords, one hoof in front of the other. He looked intently at the swords. Sanji thought to himself Meito.. Meito.. And Sandai. Yep. Their all here.. But if they’re here.. Before he could finish thinking it, Sanji’s thought was interrupted by a “Ugghh” a little bit further down street.
A muscular, green pony lay on the road. He wore a black bandana and a white shirt with green stripes at the bottom. Sanji knew he’d seen a shirt like that somewhere.. But where? He stared a little longer, and noticed a scar was hastily placed over his left eye. Sanji gasped. Could it be?
“The Green fur, the bandana, the shirt, the scar over his left eye! It’s.. Marimo.” Sanji said, absolutely shocked at what he was seeing. What had him even more bewildered though.. was that if Marimo was a pony.. Does that mean that’s what Sanji’d been turned into? The fur, The Hooves, walking on four legs, It added up. But they must not have been normal ponies.. Tattoos, The ability to speak, Hell, The ability to think! Something really strange was going on here..
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