To the first of my conscious thoughts, it was along the lines of “hey, that’s pretty good!” before I had to sans that to go with “screw dat, this here thing in my mouth is AMAZING!”. It was sour tasting, and reminded me of one thing from our world. The green abble. ALL PRAISE GREEN ABBLES!(yes, really do say that instead of the proper word, sometimes) The next sense to come on was scent, and I could smell the dust, and age inside the room, along with a certain amount of newer smelling smells. I could also smell something metallic somewhere very far away. Next was touch, of course, I could now actually feel the glorious abble in my mouth, and not just taste it. Other than that, I felt a comfy surface beneath my posterior, and a strange liquidy feeling coming from above my head. It seemed connected to various other things, each with their own texture, but overlaid by this liquidy feeling aforementioned. Next came hearing, and for the most part it was mostly silent, except for a flipping noise going off every few seconds, a few scratches, crunching and muttering. Eventually my sight returned to me and ohohoho, I believe I know where I am.
“A Library!” I exclaimed from my passenger position in my host mind, which made her jump in shock, with an adorable little “EEP!” causing all the objects in her magical grip to fall from the lack of concentration. Well, except for the glorious abble, which was in her mouth at the time, and thus got rocketed into the wall. NUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!! YOU HAD SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR a.k.a OUR STOMACH!
“THEOS! You made me jump! I was doing some very important research, and now I have to find where I was again.” She said in a tone of annoyance.
“Yes, yes I did. And can I say, that eep was quite adorable when you did jump at my sudden exclamation of not so genius. Sooo, may I ask what you were researching?” I chuckled out.
“Our strange predicament actually” she stated matter of factly, though I could feel the slight burning in her cheeks at being called adorable “I’ve tried looking through many many books since your *ahem* transfiguration(I cringed internally at this point, which I’m sure she felt, if the pang of pity was anything to go by), and I can quite honestly find Nada on this. The only thing I can absolutely be sure about is that you’re here by choice, whether or not that choice was yours. Though after doing a scan of ourself, which is going to be weird to say, I do believe we’re generally stuck like this. Whatever connected you to me, intertwined our thaumic energies on a cellular level, though yours was different looking to mine, it is almost impossible to differentiate the two right now.” I could actually feel a slight feeling of giddiness rising from my host, Miss Twilight Sparkle, which for some inexplicable reason, filled me up with dread.
“So, in the most basic sense of words, due to how closely and minutely our “souls” are intertwined, we are stuck with each other for the foreseeable future?” I asked inquisitively, unsure of if I’m correct.
“Basically, yes” she replied “Even more interesting to me, is the actual changes the take place between us. Magically speaking, our affinities change, while I hold an extreme affinity to the harmonious magic of Equestria, your magic seems more primal and primordial, like the magic that comes from the Everfree Forest! On top of that, the physical ones. Our muscles most definitely become more lithe in form, but the fangs, coat, mane, tail, eyes and wings all change. Although only of myth, whatever bound you to me, decided to make you take on the form of a vampony! This…” It was at this moment I realized, it was getting exceedingly difficult to focus on what she was saying. Luckily, my saviour can in the form of a small male voice behind the door to the library.
“TWILIGHT! Pinkie’s here to see you! She says it was world endingly urgent!” Exclaimed the voice behind the door.
“*sigh* Coming Spike!” my host replied, getting up off of the seat, obviously in reluctance in order to research what was currently on her mind. The predicament we found ourselves in. It was at this point upon opening the door my glee shot through the roof.
“OH MY CREATIONARY DIVINE! IS THAT A DRAGON! I LOVE DRAGONS! THERES SO MUCH MYTHOLOGY ON DRAGONS! I HAVE A BOOK ON DRAGON MYTHOLOGY!” I exclaimed completely and utterly calmly. If completely and utterly calmly is gleefully shouting our head off, in two ways. I noticed Spike’s look of concern when he saw Twilight flinch at my outburst.
“Are you okay Twi?” He asked, in the sort of child-like innocent that wouldn’t completely understand.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just…trying to process all I’ve found out! I just messed a part and so I cringed” she tried to explain away. He honestly did not look like he was buying it. At all. But decided not to question it, bless the kid’s naivety.
“So, what were you looking at, its been a while since I’ve seen such a need to study so intensely?” his inquisitive little mind inquired inquisitively (Too annoying? Probably)
“Magic and Myths” she replied instantly, almost like a well oiled machine, almost too fast, almost like she was trying to keep me a secret. Not that I blame her in the slightest. If you woke up with another person in your head, you might not either due to consequences. What consequences I could not see, but the fear in her mind about this was good enough for me to play along a say nothing for the next three minutes, while I eavesdropped on their conversation. After all, if Bethesda has taught me anything, its that if you eavesdrop, you get quests. Also that horses can gallop up sheer cliff faces. Speaking of which, since I’m technically a horse right now, can I do that? I’ll have to find out later.
We came upon the entrance hall of the castle. It was big. Very big. Very big indeed. It followed a similar structure to the rest of the castle, with crystal walls and ceiling. There was a red carpet lining the middle of the hall, and two other halls that went off to the sides, there were to doors off the side of the central hall that I could only assume led to staircase up on the overlook of the entrance hall. Down in the middle was a pony who was pink. Poofy mane. That was pink. Eyes. That were pi…nah, just kidding with ya, they were blue. She also had a mark of three balloons.
“So, Pinkie, what’s this world endingly urgent thing you needed to see me about” my host said in a voice that, while caring, was definitely skeptical of the severity of the situation.
“OH NO Twilight, its sooooooooooooooo much worse than that” she almost screeched out reappearing in our face. I could feel twilights face switch to a very much unamused expression for a second, before realizing something was actually troubling her friend, when her worry started to grow. I heard something pass through her thoughts about parasprites and trust and having to keep practicing on lessons.
“What’s wrong Pinkie?” Twilight asked in a voice that was full of worry.
“*gasp*THERESANEWPONYINTOWNANDICANTFINDTHEMANYWHEREINORDERTOASKTHEMWHATTHEIRFAVOURITECAKEISAND…” It was at this moment I tuned her out, as I noticed that the metallic smell was coming from her and the dragon. However, I could seemingly differentiate the two on more than place. The pink one’s smell was full of sweetness and the dragon’s one was full of earthy smells.”…ANDHOWCANITHROWTHEMAPARTYIFICANTFINDANDASKTHESEQUESTIONS!” She ended, and I swear she didn’t breathe. Even afterwards she just returned to her normal breathing pattern. My host quickly glanced at Nyarlothep…I mean Pinkie Pie’s neck and I felt a pang of hunger and third go through us, and based on the sudden worry crossing our mind, she’d noticed it too.
“Well Pinkie, I’m sure that when he wants to be found, he’ll be found, but there us really nothing I can do to help in the search except tell you if I notice somepony strange wandering about” my host replied.
Waaaaiiiiiit, How do you know it’s a he? I never specified their Stallionhood.” Our pink friend, looking like she was suspicious, said in a manner that one says things when they are suspicious. It was a real blue jacket moment(if anyone gets that reference).
“I, ummmm, guessed?” my host replied with a less than sure statement.
“OkieDokieLokie” The pink horror(hah, warhammer) replied, instantly losing all suspicion, and proceeded to bounce away, out of the castle.
“Spike?”
“Yes Twilight?” he replied obediently.
“Have the day off to do with what you will,” my host insisted, “if you need me I’ll be relaxing in my room. I need some rest after a hard days research, I trust you to be smart with your gem intake, we have to make sure you don’t get out of shape after all.” Her voice was full of mirth. It actually reminded me of a big sister looking after a little brother.
“Twiiiiiiliiiiiight,” he droned going red in the cheeks, “thanks” he said as if he meant it. “See you later” to which he proceed to quickly scamper off.
Twilight started to walk towards what I would assume would be our room, and I felt that dread inducing giddiness rise in her mind again, instantly shattering the warm moment before. As we reached her room, she grabbed a notebook and quill and ink and sat down at a desk.
“Time for a Q&A~” she said in a sing song manner. She actually seemed really excited by this fact, and even though my uneasiness grew as she stated it, I thought that I should let her have it. After all, What can go wrong…
Hours later, Moonrising
WHY MURPHY!? WHY?! It was hell, the questions she asked. Some were actually painful. Like what is x*x if x is a variable multiplier equaling a=BC over 2B when B=23 and C=19. Why on earth would she want to know if I could do that sum!
“To check your intelligence, dummy” she giggled. Ohhhhhhhh, I’m going to show you, as soon as the develop computers, I’m going to show you!
“I am not a dummy!” I exclaimed, trying to be angry, but honestly, with how happy she was feeling right now, I couldn’t help but break down into a chuckling fit. Sadly, it was not to last, as a familiar feeling came over us. Obviously intrigued how this would go the other way round, Twilight went and stood in front of the mirror.
It wasn’t long till the screams of pain began, as the eyes bulged in the veins and pulsed into the iris, and the feathers brutally tore themselves off, leaving blood to trickle down the now leathery membrane. Next, two teeth on the upper row ejected themselves as fangs violently ejected, as the muscles GRE taught and strong, agile and mobile, the eyes to start to grow crimson, the ears to change, and the coat to darken. The mane and tail took on that spiky appearance, and lastly, a part we missed last time, her marks main star changed from purple to red. A blood red. I really felt guilty just standing there as she screamed in pain and I felt nothing. Finally control was handed over to me, and to my surprise, Twilight was still awake, albeit definitely doing the mental equivalent of gasping after some serious pain.
“And now” she stated “to experiment.”
Ever free forest, thirty minutes after moonfall.
The Timberwolves gathered, each one howling to the moon in greeting. In the middle stood something familiar. While it was most definitely equine in shape, except for standing on two legs, it bared an uncanny resemblance to the Timberwolves surrounding it. This, was a timbermaw. And it stared at the barn of the ones who had cause him such grief before…