I woke up with my first thought ‘What? What happened?’ Then I remembered ‘Im, I’m alive, did it work?’ But I couldn't feel anything different about myself. I tried to take the blanket off of me, but nothing happened, my arms didn’t move and I couldn't even feel them. As I began to slightly panic I tried to move my legs, but nothing happened, but before I panicked, I felt the blanket and mattress on my body, but only another place in my brain ‘Of course, if I have a pony body now and I try to move it like a human body, that won’t work at all.’ So I tried to locate where in my brain I felt the mattress.
I then felt something and moved it, as I moved it my rear right leg moved, then with my rear right leg, I touched my rear left leg and it then became easy to use it, but the feeling in those legs were odd, the bones were out of place, they felt restricted in their movement, but it felt natural.
I then searched on how to move my new front legs, as moving my rear legs was now in place, but I didn’t find anything in my brain that could make them move, so I closed my eyes and felt them instead. I then lifted my front right leg and then my front left leg and it worked.
It was easy enough to find my spine and therefore my neck and head, but at the end of my spine, I felt something else, ‘Could it be my tail that I can feel?’ But as I still lay in bed, I decided to get out of the bed and find something reflective, so I could see what I really looked like.
I looked around the room and I saw a mirror on the other side of the room to my right and thought ‘That wasn’t here before, maybe Twilight put it in here.’ But getting over there, that was easier said than done.
As I now had a little more control over all of my legs I then placed my 2 front hooves on the mattress, one to my right side and one to my left side and as I lifted myself, I felt that my bones didn't want to do that and my front left leg gave in, I rolled over and I only stopped when I fell out of my bed, hit the ground and was buried in the still very soft blanket.
After a hard fight to get untangled from the blanket, I finally got out and lay on my stomach and as I lay there, I felt my extended mouth with nose, which I believed was called a muzzle, but as that was besides the point, I tried to stand up.
As first I placed both my front hooves next to my head, on each side, but as I got up, but I quickly felt that I was too weak and I fell down on the floor again and landed on my muzzle, but it didn’t really hurt, I then noticed that in front of my right eye there was some hair and I blew it away and thought ‘Okay, a slow approach isn't working, then maybe if I do it faster.’
I placed my hooves where they were before and as fast as I could, I pushed myself up, but instead of standing up, I was pulled back onto that ground as I uttered ‘’Ow!‘’ Now with a pain on the top of my head, I registered the voice was not mine, it was a high pitched voice.
As I released that I wasn’t alone, I quickly got up, without thinking about it and looked around to see who said it. I widened my eyes as I thought ‘Could it be…?’ As I looked down, I saw that the ground was really close to me, but it was way too dark where I stood, to see my fur’s colour and for all I knew I could as tall as Twilight, but now scared to find out what I was, I decided to check in the mirror and not say anything else or even to think about it until then.
As I stood up stable now, it was time to walk, as soon as I found out how, but since the worst thing that could happen was my face hugging the floor, I decided to try.
I took my front right leg and lifted it into the air, I quickly felt I was losing my balance and quickly placed it down a small hoof in front of where it was before and as I got my balance again, I did the same with my rear left leg, then the same with my front left leg and the same with my rear right leg and as I haven’t hugged the floor yet, I knew I had just taken my first pony step.
I did the motion again and again, but as I got overconfident, I fell and hit my muzzle on the floor and since this was the third time, it actually started to hurt a little bit.
As I carefully got up again, I thought ‘It’s actually easier to do it when I’m not thinking too much about it.’ As I stood on all four, I took another step and another and another step and by each step it became easier and when I finally came to the end of the bed, I saw the mirror and I knew I still had a long way to go.
After a long time of walking, step after step, I was finally in the shadow, just before the moonlight, which came through a window on my left, and with the mirror just on the other side of the light, I knew that if I walked into the moonlight, I would finally see what I looked like.
I hesitated and thought ‘Should I walk into the moonlight and see myself’. I couldn’t make a decision, so I closed my eyes and took a few slow steps, but as I was about to fall, still with my eyes closed, I got my balance back and when I felt I was close enough, I opened my eyes.
Out of my vision I noticed that my left eye was covered by some hair, but though the other eye, I saw a pony, with pink fur on its body, the hair itself was a little bit darker pink, but with three beautiful blue stripe in it, but as I, by instinct, sat down and took my left front hoof up to remove the hair, that was in front of my left eye, I saw the pink pony do the exact same thing, but mirrored to me and I thought ‘It’s not another pony.’ My eyes became wide as I said with that same high pitch voice that I heard before ‘’It’s me…‘’ My voice cracked ‘’And this is my voice.‘’ I saw streams of tears as they fell down my face and as it continued down my front right leg, I came to see, I was a female now.
In a split second I turned away from the mirror, as I didn't believe what I saw. My eyes faced the ground and as single tears came down and hit the floor I then, full of emotions, walked over to the big window, where the curtains were closed.
As I walked over there I couldn't think of anything else but ‘I’m a pink female pony. I’m a pink female pony. I’m a pink female pony.’ As I stood in front of the curtains, I was about to use my front right hoof to pull them open, but as soon as I lifted my front right hoof, I remembered and instead I bit the curtains, but as I tried to pull them aside, I was still full of emotions and pulled so hard that the curtains fell down to the ground and landed on top of me.
In a state of panic, all my emotions came out as anger, I began to bite the curtains and I hit the curtains, I tried everything I could to get my emotions out, but nothing, the tears came faster and faster.
As I finally got free from the curtains, I still couldn't stop my tears, but I refused to cry, it didn't help to cry.
But as time went on and I still held back most of my tears, I still failed and as I saw the pink star disappear due to the sunrise that happened out of my window, I still refused to cry, I couldn’t.
The short moment, where I saw the sunrise I got a glimpse of my reflection and saw my eye color had turned from a green-blue-ish to a clear blue, I quickly turned away from my reflection and lay down.
um is the eye color connected with the emotions changes?
The assistant turned to look at the woman next to her, a clipboard in her hand. "Oh, hey, look! Deus Ex Machina was a full success, Ma'am! We can begin preliminary testing phases on the test subject now, Doctor Feynna! Let's see if motor-control is still intact."
"What do you propose we do, my lovely assistant?" the mad scientist asked.
"How about licking the brain? Will it taste like chocolate?" she replied and the woman gave her a confused glance.
"Why would it taste like chocolate? And what has that got to do with anything relating motor-control functions?" she asked and the assistant giggled in return. Sometimes she wondered who the true mad scientist was among them.
"I read one of those philosophical texts you enjoy so much," the assistant replied. "Something about perception or so. If you eat chocolate and someone were to lick your brain to find out how chocolate tastes for you, would they actually taste chocolate?"
"That's ridiculous," Doctor Feynna replied with a deadpan expression. "And I'm still left wondering how you came to this analogy in the first place, you utter nutcase."
"You say the most beautiful things," the assistant sighed dreamily and the eyelid of Doctor Feynna twitched in annoyance. "I suppose I just wondered about how the test subject would regain their motor-control and somehow went on a tangent there."
Hope you enjoyed that, couldn't help myself there. Short story short: How would one be able to locate their sensations and/or motor-control functions within the brain when moving/feeling is a) not done by consciously thinking about it and b) you can't look into your brain like that. Besides, moving shouldn't suddenly be a completely foreign thing because of a different body, it is still a four-limbed body (tail not counting for this, because it isn't like you'll confuse the thing above your butt for a leg). Your foreleg should still feel roughly the same as your arm, just with different joints.
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Technically, it doesn't mean body reconnected in the same way as before. Imagine cutting thousands of sensors and then reconnecting them in a random order. You still have thousands of them, but it will take time to figure out which one responsible for what exactly and they all send mixed signals. Brain is very flexible, though, and can rewire itself. As for example, some robotic hand protheses utilize a grid of sensors placed somewhere on the body to control movement of the fingers and with time brain learns to utilize these sensors by contacting muscles in specific ways. Of course looking where in you brain you feel your new body is still not an option, though.
The worst part, though, is that text in your quote right now exists only there and I was really confused when chapter started from the middle.
Guess I had enough of this story. -_-
Of course it will taste like chocolate! But only if you lick place responsible for feeling it. Otherwise you may feel taste of an arm or a leg, or something even weirder like taste of moving said appendage.
Wait I thought they were outside?
Add that line in.
I'm interested in what lies beyond this chapter, but damn ain't this a dumpster fire of a start.
He knew the risks. He can't be mad a anyone but himself. He will have to accept the consequences of what happened, wether he deserves it or not. But look at the bright side, at least he has a future, a place to call home with Twilight.
I'm sorry he lost his pride.He was castrated.😰
Yes, ma'am.