TStroke of a Digital Brush
MLP: FiM
Comedy
Slice of Life
Pony ears on ponies are one thing. So I have to ask, just why are there some on me?
Alt. Universe
Human
OC
Graglithan The Greater · 32k words · 117 5 · 2.2k views

Been a while since I've done this · 3:15am Sep 29th, 2015

Hello everyone! I thought I'd let you all know that I actually have been working and not just slacking off like a lazy bum. Chapter 9 is in progress and I even plan on letting a little bit of it leak out beforehand. The main reasons for my lack of progress lately has mainly been the college classes I've been taking for the past month. English papers don't exactly write themselves, and History is just a bitch. No really, It will always be a bitch for me. Long term memory is not my forte.

Well anyways! I might as well get on with it if you're ever going to see the sneak peak of the next chapter. If I keep on yammering like this I'll just leave you with a massive wall of text that'll-

Groggy would be a good way to describe how I felt. My head was pounding as I slowly opened my eyes. Even in the world of the waking, I could still feel all of the pain from the dream. There was also a steady beeping in the background. When I tried to stand up, I could feel something grab onto my arms and help me up. The whole time though, something just didn’t feel.... right. It took a few moments, but eventually, I could see straight and was sitting up in the bed. Looking to my side to see who had helped me, I saw an emerald and sapphire crystal pony with a neon blue mane. On her flank, I could scarcely make out a round flask of some kind of with a sky-blue crystal shard floating inside. For the instant we looked at each other, two names popped into my head.
Crystina Delmas, and Crystal Finish
“Hey Grent.” Crystina’s worry was easy to see, but mixed in her pure sapphire eyes was also relief. “Feeling alright?”
I opened my mouth to respond, only to end up coughing. “Been better.” Bringing my hand to my sore throat made me pause at the hard feeling. I raised my hand up and saw that it was replaced by a gold hoof. I glanced over at the pitcher on the counter next to me before turning back to Crystina. “Water?”
She reached for the pitcher for a moment before pausing and looking at her own hoof and slumping dejectedly with a sighing. “One moment. I’ll get somepony with hands.”
While she was away, I took another look at my former hands. I rolled each one and blinked slowly as they turned. A glance down at the rest of my body showed how I barely reached halfway down the hospital’s blue sheets. The lumps in the sheet were irregular compared to how I remembered my own bed’s blankets looking when I slept. Glancing to my left, I pinched the covers between my two front hooves with dexterity I shouldn’t have been able to do. A quick toss revealed the rest of my body for anyone to see should they enter the room. I stared numbly for a few minutes at the silver and emerald tail that flicked between my legs. The hospital staff had been kind enough to give me a gown, but the pale blue cloth didn’t hid the fact that I was now changed completely. As I stared, I waited for one of those snarky remarks my internal dialogue would normally throw at me. Maybe something like, an “I told you so” or a mockery of “this little piggy”. My “Brain” may be a jerk half the time, but he kept my anxiety down.
Only, this time nothing came. My thoughts were, unnaturally empty as I basked in the silence of the room. He was normally so talkative during moments like this.
Why was he being silent?
I didn’t get to think on it much longer though. My one-sided thoughts were broken when Damien came into the room, 100% griffon. Seeing him come in completely unclothed was a little weird, but there was also the fact that his feathers made it look like he was wearing a suit helped a touch. No really, with the way his feathers colors are, it looks like he’s got a light gray shirt with three, purple heart buttons up the front, and a fairly decent sized, purple heart shaped broach over his actual heart. His body was a dark brown with the exception of his arms being a darker gray, and the end of his tail had a darker brown tufft. His head had an even more prominent collection of feathers that had somehow arranged themselves into a violet pompadour. The coloration matched his enormous wings with how they started gray but ended in the same vibrant shade of purple. Just looking at his wings made me a little envious. In short, Damien was probably the most naturally fancy gryphon I’d ever seen. Dude looked like a gryphon James Bond with extra swagger. I strangely had that same vertigo with his name that I with Crystina.
Damien Yellman, and Titanium Vent
I had to shake my head for a moment, only to wince as a throbbing pain shot through my neck and into my ears. The feeling just made me more aware of how my body was currently shaped, and all of the small aches and pains that transferred over into new spots that were fitting of their old ones. “Oh man... just how long was I out?”

- and then we'll be here for possibly an eon or something and.... wait... oh, it's done. Well, there you have it! A chunk of what's been done so far. Now here's something for you all to do while ya wait ~~even longer~~ for me to focus long enough to finish! Anyone care to make some speculations on what kind of info-bombs will be dropped in the next few chapters? I'll give some artwork using MY BRAND NEW TABLET based on one of them if you can guess it right. Did I mention the BRAND NEW TABLET yet? I have a BRAND NEW TABLET!

Until then, This has been GTG. Farewell for now!

TABLET FOR THE TABLET GOD!

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