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// The Beginning 
// Story: The Conversion Bureau: Last of My Kind 
// by Jake The Army Guy 
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After several minutes, Luna slowly stood from the wooden floor of the tiny house, her regal face stained with tears. She did her best to avoid looking at the charred husk that lay on the bed before them.

Celestia helped her to her hooves, still running her wing across her back. “I am so sorry, little sister, but we had to let him make his own choice.” They turned to the door, both eager to escape the smell of death that permeated the room.

Luna sniffled. “I know, sister, I know. Still, the loss of sentient life is ne—”

A muffled groan cut them off. They both jerked to a halt, staring at each other as an odd sound came from behind them. Quickly, they turned back to look, both gasping. The charred body on the bed was writhing and pulsating. It contracted in on itself, no longer resembling a human body as much as a misshapen lump. Loud, disturbing cracks and pops came as it it restructured itself, bones and cartilage rearranging and rebuilding.

Luna took a slow step towards it. “Sister, what...”

Celestia had no answer. As they watched in rote fascination, the burnt remains of the human’s skin began to fall off revealing tan fur, the blob now firmly resembled a pony, four long legs beneath a sturdy trunk and a tail poking out the back end. As the last of the charred remains sloughed off, the nearly formed body fell from the bed, landing on its new legs.

Slowly, the new pony stood to his hooves, shaking his head and ruffling the jet black mane atop its head. It, rather he, stretched like a cat, emitting a loud groan of pleasure at the loud pops from the newly formed bones and flexing his expansive wings. He cracked his neck one last time before opening his icy blue eyes. Upon seeing the gawking faces of the Royal Sisters, he cleared his throat.

“Well... that happened.”