The Experiment

For the third time, I wake up on the operating table.

"My gosh, your going to have to stop doing that, it's not good for your health!" Oh great it's that scientist guy again.

"I'll stop fainting," I reply and he smiles. "If, YOU STOP BUCKING WITH MY LIFE!"

His smile is instantly turned into a frown. "I'm sorry, what is the problem?"

The adrenaline is starting to flow again. "You turned me into the most powerful being in Equestria! You know how much responsibility that is? I don't want this power. I'm not like all like you power hungry humans. I can't believe…" my voice cuts off as the realization of what I just said hits me like a sledgehammer. 'Like you power hungry humans.' I had said that, but wasn't I a human?

Haha not anymore you aren't. They made sure of that! The voice, it torments me… but its right. My head droops and I cease my struggle.

This isn't what I wanted! Well sure being an alicorn of all ponies is the dream of most people, but I'd prefer a pegasus. The freedom of the sky is enticing. Yes I would be able to fly using my new body, but I would have the burden of magic also.

My eyes start to water. Now that I'm an all-powerful god of sorts, they will want to keep me forever. I would never be able to go back to my family, my friends, my siblings. Even if I could they wouldn't recognize me anyways. They would just see a wild animal from a fictional T.V show.

Hey, cheer up man. Can't you find any benefits of being in the body of an alicorn?' It pauses, oh, I see now. Yes, I can feel the extreme sadness for the loss of your life. This is a big change for you and looking through your memories I see that you had a happy life.

Well thanks a lot, it means SOO much that you care.

Sarcasm? If we are going to work together we need to be on better terms. The voice pouts.

Wait! The voice, or person/pony thing; it said working together. Doesnt that mean that it is apart of me? Didn't that scientist guy say that no separate personalities would be generated?

Finally guessed it? And yes he did, but being the naive human he is… whatever it was going to say is cut off by the man talking again.

"I know this scary, but I promise you that we are able to turn you back after we administer the tests.

”In the mean time however, I need to give you a shot to help you prepare for the testing process." As he is saying this I see him extract a long needle from the tray beside him. It is, unfortunately, a very BIG needle. My memories quickly flash back to the time I was required to take 4 shots, all within the space of a minute. I was not about to let him any where near me with that bucking needle.

I start to shirk away from him, but remember that I'm still strapped down.

“Nope! Uh uh, I’m not about to let you stick me with that!”

He pauses, “What’s wrong, it is only one shot, nothing to be afraid of.” Something tells me that I should be VERY afraid of the contents of the needle. His voice is just too comforting, yes that’s what doctors are supposed to do but its almost like he is about to kill me.

Suddenly another man’s voice booms over unseen speakers taking my mind off my tormentor and his instrument of doom.

"Subject 72724 has escaped. All personnel on non-priority studies please report to hallway 115. Thank you."

"What was that… wait did they just say ESCAPE?" My brain started gearing up again. If they were just doing tests then why would someone need to escape? Escape implies that they are being held against their will, which implies that they do not enjoy what is planned for them.

I try to shirk away from the man and his needle again. Only to be stopped once more by the straps of confinement.

Perhaps they couldn't handle the pressure? That inner voice 'said'. Also, do you have to give everything a sinister name? It is kind of weird…

No but with you, Mr. Crazy Needle Man and the fact that I’m not even my original SPECIES anymore, I need something to help me keep my insanity

"Don't worry," the ‘doctor’ says, "it's probably somebody who has past history with needles. No need to freak out." Past history? Oh. You mean like me, Because right now I’m deathly terrified and the idea of escape is starting to seem more appealing with every minute.

Well considering the straps…

Thank you captain obvious for that wonderful assessment of my predicament.

More sarcasm? I’m hurt, I really am It tries its hardest to conceal the sarcasm in it’s tone but I’m more adept than most at noticing it

My eyes once again focus on the puncturer of skins. Oh yeah there's that needle again. Couldn’t I just take a pill or drink something? Nooooo it has to be a very painful, very uncomfortable shot in the arm.

Foreleg you mean.

Oh shut up.

The needle goes back to being poised over my foreleg. Once again the speaker blares a message, further postponing the inevitable.

"The subject has switched course and is showing hostile force to employees. Those who are in hallways 100 and 110 please don't not confront the subject. She will be contained shortly." The person speaking doesn't sound so sure about that last part.

While I try to keep my eyes off the needle, I notice is the number on the door.

"100A; wait didn't that guy on the speaker to take cover if you were on hallways 110 and 100?" I asked, hoping to stall off the instrument if for just a few more seconds. I’m very stubborn like that, I realize I’m going to have to accept the shot no matter what, but I’m determined to put it off.

Don’t be such a foal about it. Its just a needle, we had all kinds of those back in… hmm where am I from again? It grows silent, as if pondering the question it had asked.

"Do not worry most likely she will not enter the rooms. Anyways this room has a security bolt on it, she couldn't breakthrough even if…" he is cut short as the door explodes inward with a BOOM.

In the doorway standing backwards, is a tawny pegasus mare with a sky blue mane. I'm shocked beyond no end. The scientist holding the syringe however only briefly glances over before his starts up his procedure again. The mare sees the needle, an expression of fear and shock pasted on her face.

"NO!" She shouts, panic crowding her tone. "Don't let him inject you!"

I instinctively jerk my foreleg away, the needle missing by a fraction. The scientist curses and goes for a second try, this time holding my foreleg still to keep it from moving. Whatever is in that syringe is obviously bad; I can now see the evil grin on his face. The warm smile had had completely evaporated. The only that remained as the needle rocketed to my foreleg was an expression of victory.

“Your too late darling. All he need is this injecti…”

The expression turned from victory to shock, and pain. I feel the pressure on my foreleg diminish. I jerk my foreleg away, just as his grip on the needle fades. It plunges down, impaling itself a micrometer from my skin.

Well that was a bit to close for comfort.

I must agree, I don't hate needles like you seem to but his expression screamed "hey guess what? This mixture is going to do something bad to you!"

Well thanks again captain obvious, I had absolutely NO BUCKING CLUE that the contents would be harmful.

Do I detect more sarcasm? That isn’t very polite of you, treating a guest in this way.

Yeah well you aren’t doing so hot on the polite scale either so shut it.

Touché…

The odd conversation is cut short as feeling to my back right leg is suddenly reinstated and the freedom of movement exists again. I look over to see the strange mare frantically trying to bite through the strap on my right foreleg as well.

As it breaks she gives me that look of 'You’re hopeless'

"You going to try to help me?" I must admit this posture is quite uncomfortable so, with my improved leverage I'm able to break the remaining straps. Trying to get up is a different story all together though.

Dammit! The word courses through my mind a few times as my head hit the floor. The pain is almost unbearable. My limbs haven't been used in so long and having been in that particular position for so long they were as stiff as boards.

Now now Alex, no need to use that language.

O give it a rest you hypocrite.

"Ow…" the word barely escapes my muzzle.

"You have to get up, like NOW!" Is she commanding me? "We have to get out of here, I've stalled them some but your wasting the precious time I've earned for our escape." She looks back to the door, one ear pointing toward it, the other still focused in my direction.

"The reason I came for you is because you are my only ticket out of here! Now, we have to get going!" Her voice is quite authoritative, and I don't feel like arguing so I slowly struggle to my hooves.

I've since accepted the fact that I was a pony and therefore would think and speak like one.

"It's about time!" Ouch, the condescending tone is like a hammer blow. "Hopefully you'll figure out how to run, hay, it would be great if you could fly. I can see though that you haven't even discovered your wing muscles yet." She facehoofs while the scientist on the floor groans. She promptly smacks him and he falls silent.

I take a look at my back to find the two appendages in question trailing limp on the floor behind me

Need a little help?

Not from you I don’t.

I struggle to reach into the part of my mind that holds the information that is so dear to me.

Legs, no. Head, no. Horn, that might be useful for later but still no. Wait.

I probed into an undiscovered part of my mind and I suddenly discover feeling in the odd appendages that I gained from being transfigured. My wings flex and then fold to their sides as if they had always been that way.

I smile proudly at my accomplishment.

Actually I did help you a little.

No you didn’t. I did it all by myself. You have no influence over me at all!

Fine, be that way, if you don’t think I do then watch this.

Suddenly my front legs collapse and I face plant the floor.

The mare facehoofs again. "Let the pony in your head drive, he will probably be better than you at the motor skills." She motions to the door. "Let's get going, this dweeb is probably supposed to check up now and then."

See someone has faith in me!

She hasn’t even met you! If she did she would promptly leave.

Hmph. Actually I’m quite attracted to her. Think you could let me out for a bit so I can get to know her better? He snickers

Im not about to let you… Oh you son of a bitch…

“Earth to strange alicorn, Earth to alicorn. Come in alicorn!” My eyes and brain refocus onto the mare in front of me. I tilt my head to the side as if to say ‘Yes? What is it?’

“We need to get going.” She waves her hoof at the open doors. “Preferably today,

Tell her "ladies first" the voice snickers again.

No only because your sick twisted humor is telling me too.

Actually I got that from you.

I start walking; remember the fan fics that described how a pony walks. Thank god for my adaptive nature. The FL BR, FR BL procedure is soon memorized and I'm out the door, just behind the mare.

"Now that we have mastered that we should probably…" her lecture is interrupted by a shout down the hall. I swivel my head to face the human that produced the sound and see him gesture isn't down a side hall. Some men who are dressed like guards, who appear to be carrying dart guns of some type, then join him. "…start running, NOW!" The mare continues. She takes off in the opposite direction. Apparently the adrenaline is helping my learning process, I'm soon right behind her.

Oh God, when did I ever do something to deserve this chaos?

We are in the same boat buddy, trust me.