//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: How Does it Feel to be Possibly Screwed? // Story: Help! I've Turned Into a Princess! // by ScorchingFlamesInc //------------------------------// "Damn horse broke the trailer..." Darryl muttered, examining the busted trailer. "If we didn't have that tranq gun, she would of gotten away." "Are we able to fix it?" Hunter asked, pulling the dart out of the pony's rump. "We'll just need to replace the locks and a couple other things... maybe the door itself," Darryl analyzed. "Nothing too severe... though now we'll have to find another place for this creature to stay, since there aren't any horse-friendly spots for her here." "But where will we bring her?" Darryl scratched his chin for a moment, and then suddenly snapped his fingers. "Hey, you remember George?" "Yeah. Our friend who lives a mile from here," Hunter replied. He then came to the realization. "Of course! He's got a few horses himself. And they ain't in stables either! They're in a huge chunk of land, surrounded by a barbed-wire gate!" "Perfect. We'll go over to his place, and if he agrees with our terms, we'll leave her there." Hunter grabbed the pony by reaching under the side of her that was on the ground. "Hold it!" Darryl came over, stopping Hunter from what he was doing. "Before we transfer her, we need to clip her wings." "Right," Hunter set the creature down. "Don't want her to fly away. Should we get rid of the horn too?" "Leave it. If she was magical, she would of freed herself long ago. Stay here. I'll get the scissors." Hunter nodded before Darryl took off back to the building. A minute later, he came back out with a pair of scissors. "Grab her wing," Darryl ordered when he was close enough. In response, Hunter bent down, grabbed the wing on the pony's body, and unfolded it, exposing the many feathers to the sunlight. "Hold still..." Darryl muttered, bending down to his knees and getting to work. For the next few minutes, Hunter held up the wing as Darryl clipped them as deep as he could go. When finished, Hunter rolled the body over and unfolded the next wing, which Darryl proceeded to clip. When they were done, Hunter went over to open the back door of the van. When he came back, the two men worked together to haul the unconscious mare into the back of the van. Carefully, they set her down, before closing the door. Then they disconnected the trailer from the van, before they finally entered the vehicle and went on their way. A couple minutes later at George's House... When Hunter and Darryl arrived at George's house, Hunter slowly parked the van in the driveway. When the van was parked, the two men inside opened the doors and stepped out. At the same time, the door to the house opened, and a thin red-headed man with scruffy stubble stepped out. "Darryl! Hunter!" he called out as he ventured closer too the van. "Nice to see you two. What brings you fine gents here?" "You see, George, Darryl and I encountered one of the craziest things ever today," Hunter explained. "We got a call from a school that a horse-like creature was in a classroom. We picked it up, despite a few of the people in the classroom telling us not to, and brought it to our shelter. But as soon as we stepped inside, the thing escaped the trailer we put it in and we had to tranq it. We thought we could bring it here to harbor it for a while. Can we?" "That depends..." George replied. "Lemme see it." Darryl and Hunter guided George to the van and opened the door. Upon sight of the horse-like creature, George's jaw dropped. "Well I'll be..." he smirked. "That looks like a cartoon character from a show that used to be on TV." "Really?" Darryl raised his brow. "What is it?" "Some sort of pony show..." George mumbled. "My daughter wanted to watch it. But upon watching an episode, she came to the conlusion that the show was cheesy junk! And I agree because I saw a bit of it with her. Cheesiest shit I've ever seen." "Interesting," Hunter scratched his upper lip. "So... you wouldn't mind if we kept it here for a while and then turned it into the government, would you?" "Hell, I don't care! But if you get money out of it, you give me a third of it." "You got yourself a deal!" Darryl held out his hand, which George shook in response. "Alright, boys!" George rubbed his hands. "Let's haul this thing! And when we call the government about it... let me do the talking." Thirty minutes later... My eyes slowly opened as I recovered from what just transpired. Part of me hoped that it was a dream. But when I felt the grass under me and opened my eyes enough, I knew I was still a pony. I checked my body. Yep. I was still Princess Cadance, and still in this damn mess. And then when I saw one of my wings, I did a double take. I don't remember my feathers being shorter with square-like tips. Unless... "Those damn bastards clipped me..." I groaned. Those men must have had the feeling that I would try to fly! That's why they clipped my wings! I turned my gaze away from my body and got up on my hooves to check my surroundings. The good news is that I'm no longer trapped in a stupid trailer. The bad news? It appears that I'm now with a bunch of normal horses, and surrounded by a large gate of barbed wire. Avoiding the huge piles of crap, I went closer to the gate. It was as tall as I was! I had no idea if I would make the jump over the gate or not. And the barbed wire was close to the point where the gaps where too small for me to crawl out. And I couldn't lift it and crawl out at the same time without getting poked. I would need someone else to lift it. I began to feel like God was not on my side today. The only good thing about this was that I had more open space. But then again, there were horses and poop everywhere! And then there was the possibility of either being kept as a pet or being shipped off to the government! I guess my only options are to either practice jumping higher than all the other horses, or practice magic. And all I can do in the meantime is to hope that I find a way out before something even worse happens!