>>35161929The spiraled, lilac, unicorn horn that erupts from your head isn’t exactly painful, but it is certainly unpleasant. The wings that erupt from your back are painful, you fall forwards, your nose bopping into the ground and your flank swaying involuntarily as the fluffy, angelic, wings burst into existence – expanding and flapping in the air at their first taste of freedom.
You actually feel yourself rising for a second, and in a burst of panic as you lift inches from the ground your horn surges to life and-
Whiteness.
When you come too the first thing you note is that you are still definitely a pony. The second is that you are definitely not in your home. It doesn’t take a genius to work out where you are though, the animated village in front of you could only be from the show to which you now belong.
“Is this… Am I really…”
“Twilight Sparkle.”
The blue pony that walks into view certainly looks like Trixie. But you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Trixie look that evil in the show.
“As promised” they say, grinning wickedly, “Oh actually.”
A wave of a blue hoof and you jump a few inches into the air as a prickle assails you flank. You twist your head to see the pink star emblazoned on your flank.
“Well, we’re done here. Or rather I am. You had best get used to ‘here’” ‘Trixie’ says, laughing, “I suppose if you’re very diligent, you could perhaps find a way back to normal in one of those books you love so much. That’s if you even want to.”
She shrugs, “Oh well. Whatever. One down, onto the next.”
You blink once and she’s gone. You, on the other hoof, are definitely stuck here… Twilight Sparkle…
