There’s two gentle knocks on your bedroom door as you stare blankly at the ceiling.
“Anon! Your timeout is done. How are you feeling?”
“Twilight” you say, feeling your soul leave the earth. “We have a problem.”
“What?” Twilight asks, immediately seeing the massive dragon cock on the floor and blushes like crazy. “D-do we need to get you sewn up?”
“No,” you reply dryly. “It’s stuck.”
“What’s stuck?”
“The pen is stuck.”
Twilight’s head tilts and her ears fold.
“The pen is stuck… where?”
“WHERE DO YOU THINK?!”
“Oh. OH! Oh,” Twilight says, all of the gears coming into place. “Well. Stay right here.”
“Okay,” you mutter.
You knew that at some point, your sex drive would get you in trouble, but for some reason, you didn’t think it would be like this. You would have put your money on a broken condom, or not pulling out fast enough or something like that. You really, really never thought you would never put your money on ‘Pen is stuck in vagina.”
“Okay, I’m back,” Twilight says. “Today we’re going to learn about Kegels!”
The pen plops to the floor, and you collapse on the ground.
“I hate masturbating.”
“I know Anon,” Twilight mutters. “So do I.”
You roll over onto your side and take a deep breath. And then… the feelings start.
It starts as a shiver. Then Anger. Then shaking, and then you can’t control your breathing. Water and snot dribbles from your face as you cover your body.
“I hate everything, Twilight. I just want this to end,” you whimper. “I don’t want to be a kid. I miss my hands. I hate this so much.”
Twilight lays down and wraps her hooves around you.
“I don’t wanna be a filly anymore, Twilight. I just want my house back. I wanna be human. I want to go to work. I want to be normal!”
“I know, Nonny. I know.”
“Isn’t there anything we can do?” you ask. “Twilight. I’m desperate. Please. Anything.”
“Well, I figured out.. How to get you halfway there.”
You sniff your nose and try to bring yourself back to your senses.
“Can we do that? Please? Right now? Please, Twilight. Please.”
Twilight remained silent for a moment.
“Are you completely sure?” Twilight asks.
You nod vigorously.
Twilight closes her eyes for a moment and folds her ears.
“Alright. Let’s go.”
You stand in the experimental X in Twilight’s lab.
“Do we need to test this?” you ask.
“No, I’ve been practicing on oranges and it’s been working perfect. Just take a deep breath, and think about your human body.”
And so, you do as she says. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You think of your arms. Your hands. Your fingers. Your torso. Your neck. Your head. Your hair.”
“Three, Two,-”
Your eyes. Your mouth. Your nose.
A loud crack rings through the air and strikes you immediately. You feel as if your skin rips itself inside out, piece by piece. The air becomes freezing, then burning, then freezing once more. Your Back arches backwards and you feel your hands being pulling apart at the ends. A bright blinding light, and then…
The world slowly come back into focus and you reach out to feel your surroundings. Except… you don’t see hooves. In fact. You’re standing. And you have two… hands. You reach your hand up to your face and… yes. It’s human, and…
“It’s called a satyr,” Twilight says.
You’re half horse from the waist down. Two hooves. A cutie mark. and a tail.
“Also… Weirdly, you’re male from the waist up, and female from the waist down. So, I have one of your old T-shirts.”
Twilight levitates to you… one of your favorite t-shirts. How did… how did she know?
You slip the shirt on and feel the familiar feel of cotton on your skin. You take a deep breath, and feel tears well in your eyes. You run up to Twilight and wrap your arms around Twilight’s neck.
“Thank you, Twilight. Thank you so much. I’m… I’m so happy.”
You feel a hoof make its way around the back of your shirt and pull you close.
“Of course, Anon. Anything.”