“Readings are normal; heart rate is steady, neural activity looks positive. Sir, I believe our subjects were a complete success!” the ecstatic scientist said looking over the results of his latest work. Going over to a small case on top of a stand next to the covered, and rather bloody, operating table, he flipped it open to reveal a tape recorder.
“Operational result Log # 9420. Subject: S.R; Procedure; Species, Hormonal, and Structural modification. Origin species: Human male. The procedure had gone, to my amazement, unbelievably well. Unlike past subjects, specimen had a 1% lower amount of testosterone than others, allowing implantation of estrogen hormones to be more successful. How this happened and why this allowed a successful full internal and external transformation is unknown and should be looked into with more detail on next available subject. When it came to neural transfer, standard procedure was used. End results of the transformation process were better than we could have imagined. Subject S.R. has survived the process. She will be placed in stasis and will await release into Equestria. For once I feel a little ashamed for having to lose this curious subject, as to how she had survived the process so easily where her predecessors had perished piques my curiosity, like a mother unwilling to give up their newborn child in a way. But my superiors tell me she must be moved to make room for the next phase of their plan, which means more impossible demands for dear old Hugo. Oh well, I suppose I should be thank full that I have been blessed to have had a successful test subject like her. I may even allow her to be placed with her friend. Log #9420 signing off…” he said before turning off the recorder and closing the case.
“S-so w-what happened Eli- Blue I mean, sorry. H-how did we get here?” I said, with my voice a little cracked a bit, as I walked alongside Blue Moon down the stair well of what appeared to be a library built inside a huge tree. “Well, I don’t remember much after that doctor pony drugged me, but when I woke up, I was against a tree, with you passed out on top of me still unconscious. Never thought of you as the cute sleeping type.” She said, giggling a little at what I could guess was my face blushing. “After I got you off me, I was able to get accommodated with my new look before somepony found us. I told them that we were lost and you had been passed out. She was nice enough to help us out and offered us a place to stay. When she asked us our names I told her you were Silver Swirl and I was Blue Moon.” She said smiling proudly. “She brought us here so you could be looked after, who ever took us must have really used a heavy drug on you, cause you were out for like three whole days!” she said as if it were not a huge deal.
“I see our new friend is up.” A pony with a purple coat and pink striped mane said before I could raise any questions to Blue. “How are you feeling?” she asked me. “Uh, a-alright I-I guess. Uh t-thank you for h-helping us.” I said, stuttering. Even as a pony, I’m still not good with talking. “Oh, uh, S-silver Swirl, s-sorry. I-I’m Silver, p-pleased to meet you.” I said awkwardly extending a han-hoof to the purple unicorn mare. She had a look on her face that looked amused at my awkward introduction, before extending her own hoof and gave what I guess was their equivalent to a hand shake. “It it nice to make your acquaintance Silver, I’m Twilight Sparkle, faithful student of Princess Celestia, bearer of the element of magic and local librarian to the town of Ponyville.” She said with a voice full of pride. This is where the awkwardness really sets in for me. The awkward introduction, followed by the awkward silence from not having anything to say. As If she could sense it coming, Blue Moon had decided to step in. “Sorry for her uh, awkwardness, she just needs a drink and some time to get her head on straight. Plus she usually doesn’t say much, she can be a tad bit shy sometimes.” She said patting a hoof on the back of my head.
“Oh that’s fine; I have a friend who is like that. So Blue, you said you two were new to Ponyville, right?” she asked her. “Yep, and from what you have shown me, I love it!” Blue said ecstatically. Seeing as how, Twilights attention was mainly on Blue at the moment, I was able to get a good look at my surroundings. There were books with shelves upon shelves of literature, all of them ranging from small, thin books to books the width of a small fish tank. Walking around the shelves, while looking up at the shelves, I was not looking where I was going and did not see the large purple throw pillow in the way.
“AHH! HEY WATCH WHERE YOU STEP!“ I heard an angry, child like voice say. I looked behind me to see what I thought to be a purple throw pillow to see a small, purple and green lizard…dragon, thing.
Now when I think of a dragon, I think of this huge, fearsome, killer fire breathing lizard with huge wings. So one could imagine my surprise when I see this small, unthreatening, and child-like dragon. “O-oh, sorry, sorry, I-I wasn’t looking at w-where I was going.” I apologized to the little dragon. “It’s alright, probably shouldn’t have been layin in the middle of the floor. Name’s Spike.” He said, extending a blunt clawed hand. Putting a small smile on my face, I extended a hoof to greet him. “Nice to meet you Spike. I-I’m Silver. Silver Swirl.” “So your that new pony right? The one who’s been out for day or two?” he said sitting up against a book shelf. “Y-yeah, I-I don’t really remember why I passed out, I-I guess I was just tired.”
Before I could say more, I heard something that sounded like a cartoon bomb falling to the ground. Looking up I noticed a window with what looked like something heading right for the library, I couldn’t really tell what it was, except what looked like…a rainbow trail?
“LOOK OUT!” someone yelled.
Then before I could do anything, the window shattered with the impact of the rainbow object, coincidently, ending its trajectory at the spot I had been standing in, resulting in a collision between me and a very heavy being that had hit me, leading to the third knock out in the past few hours I had been conscious.