>"Aww... Do you REALLY have to go?"
>Trixie offered the group of foals that had gathered in front of her cart, a melancholic smile on her face.
>"Now now colts and fillies, Trixie's presence here was but a temporary one. The winds call her, and the road ahead beckons. But before she goes, you must all promise Trixie one thing."
>"What is it, Miss Trixie?" came the simultaneous response.
>"Never forget all the laughs we had together, and the smiles we shared, because Trixie will never forget, and she hopes you won't either."
>"We won't, Miss Trixie! We promise!"
>"Thank you." she smiles, and with a florish of light, the stage folds in on itself, beocming her cart once more.
>"Now, I must be off! The Great and Powerful Trixie shall continue to spread smiles to all the colts and fillies of Equestria! May our paths cross again, Ponyville!"
>And with her boisterous laughter that many had come to associate her with, her cart shot down the dirt road leading out of Ponyville, disappearing behind the hills off in the distance.
>You and Twilight look on from the library, watching as the children's parents herd their children home."
>Twilight shakes her head, a smile on her face.
>"I don't think I EVER would have pegged Trixie as the kind of mare who likes kids. Then again, I only ever saw her once before, and it didn't leave me with a good first impression..."
"I guess this world's just full of surprises, huh?"
>"No kidding..."
 
>It seemed that, at that moment, fate decided to smack you upside the head.
>Or rather, a chariot being pulled by pegasi did.
>Not to mention, said pegasi looked like they had bat wings instead of the normal, feathery ones. You must've gotten hit REALLY hard or something.
>"Sir Anonymous!"
>You blink. Was that Luna?
>All the bowing ponies and the way Twilight was stammering pointed to "yes".
>"P-P-P-Princess Luna!"
"Twilight?"
>"Anon?"
>"Twilight Sparkle?"
>"Princess?"
"Luna?"
>And so the cycle went until one of Luna's guardsponies cleared their throat rather loudly. You could have sworn Pinkie Pie had interjected a couple of times during that little schtick, but she was nowhere to be found.
>"In any case..." said Twilight, a hoof toying with a stray rock as she spoke. "What brings you here, Princess?"
>Luna then put on a rather incredulous expression.
>"Why, Twilight Sparkle... You don't mean to tell us that you've forgotten our little arrangement, have you?"
>Twilight chuckled nervously. "Wh-what?! Of course not Princess, that would be HORRIBLE of me to do that..."
>And yet, you get the feeling that it was EXACTLY what had happened, if her sub-par pokerface was anything to go by.
>Luna, thankfully, didn't notice said bad pokerface.
>As Twilight led her inside the library, Luna looked from you to her, and back again.
>"If We may inquire, how far along has Sir Anonymous' tutelage progressed?"
 
>"Oh, he's come a long way in two weeks, Princess. He's mastered all the basics and then some!"
>Your chest puffs out at Twilight's indirect praising of your abilities. You weren't THAT good, at least YOU thought so. But if Miss "Element of Magic" was praising you, then you had to have SOME skill, right?
>Princess Luna's eyebrow quirked at Twilight's assessment.
>"Interesting... Sir Anonymous, care to show us an example of your... prowess?"
>You nod, and you focus on that sensation you always felt whenever you felt magical energies, and begin to breathe deeply.
>You focus on that specific sensation, and PULL. You open your eyes as your is wrapped in an ethereal blue glow.
>You focus on a still-sleeping Spike, who didn't even stir at your picking him up with the use of your magic, the fledgling dragon's body is wrapped within the same glow as your hand.
>With an impish grin, you cause his limp arms and legs to move about, having him walk around the room a few times, then have him mime tipping a hat whilst holding a cane before having him perform your best imitation of Michigan J. Frog's famous "Hello Ma Baby" dance routine. You finish the spectacle by having Spike bow, then promptly deposit him back in his basket, where he continues to snore away.
>Your little act certainly convinced Luna, who certainly had a hard time holding back the rather un-princess-like laughing fit she was trying so hard NOT to have.
>"Heh... Ah heh... Heh... Well, Sir Anonymous, you have us convinced. That was quite the ah... show."
>You try hard not to break out into your biggest shit eating grin as your ears pick up the moans and groans of one very sore baby dragon waking up.
 
"Well, Princess... I did have an excellent teacher to help me reach where I am today, after all."
>Luna nods. "Th-That you do." she says, her voice trembling as she continues to recover from her earlier laughing fit.
>She takes a deep breath to regain her composure, and turns to Twilight.
>"Now then... Miss Sparkle... Might we inquire as to what Sir Anonymous' current lessons focus on?"
>"Current Lessons? Well... I had been planning on graduating him to more advanced spells, but I frankly, I don't know where to begin..."
>Princess Luna opened her mouth to speak, but soon fell into a thoughtful silence alongside Twilight.
>"Hmm... How about... Nah..."
>"Perhaps we could... No..."
>You sigh rather loudly, catching the attention of the two mares.
>"What is it, Anon? Do you have an idea or something?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
>Their eyes widen as you whisper in their ears, their expressions a mixture of surprise and worry, mostly worry.
>"But Anon, that's super advanced stuff! Transformation spells are--"
>"--Incredibly hard to perform and maintain! Sir Anonymous, are you quite sure?"
>You grin.
"Positive. But I'm not stupid. I want one of you guys to use the spell on me. That way, I can get a feel for the magic, learn what it feels like, so I can focus on that sensation. If I can learn what a specific spell feels like, I find that it makes it a little easier to perform."
>The two of them discuss among themselves concerning the matter, with Spike watching from above, having procured a bag of popcorn somewhere, somehow.
 
>"Alright Anon, I'll do it. But JUST THIS ONCE."
>You nod.
"Alright then. Whenever you're ready, Twi."
>She sighs as her horn is enveloped in that violet ether.
>"I hope I won't end up regretting this..."
>She takes a deep breath, and fires a bright purple beam at your midsection, her eyes shut tight in concentration.
>You, on the other hand, couldn't keep your eyes closed if you tried.
>Right now, you felt an intense heat building up in your stomach, pouring out into the rest of your body as you felt the transformation taking place. Oddly enough, you could discern the taste of slightly bitter, unsweetened baker's chocolate on your tongue as the process went along.
"Huh this isn't so ba-AAOWUHHHHH!!"
>And there was the rearranging of your bones. Fuck, this was painful.
>You could make out your fingers receding into your hands through bleary, unfocused eyes as you felt your center of balance shift, and before long, the heat in your midsection died down, and you landed on your hands and feet with a dull "CLOMP".
>Blinking away the tears, you find that your hands were now hooves, and that you had the biggest craving for a daisy sandwich right about now. Everything seemed a bit... taller than before, too. You still towered over Twilight, but right now, you seemed to be about eye level with Luna.
>"Twilight Sparkle... Why did you choose such a form for Sir Anonymous?"
>You look to Princess Luna, whose wings were spread wide, her posture rigid.
>"I... It wasn't ME, Princess, Anonymous... I was going to turn him into a Pony, but I never expected him to turn into THIS..."
 
>You quirk your eyebrow as hard as you can. What the hell were they talking about now?
>Even Spike was left speechless as he gawked at your new form.
>Your eyebrow quirks even harder.
"Okay, why's everyone staring at me like that? Twilight, I swear, if you've turned me pink, I'm going to throttle you when I change back."
>Spike decide that NOW was the time he'd speak up.
>"Uh... No, Anon. You're not pink... But you might want to sit down for this one."
>You grunt, planting your rear on a nearby cushion. You wince, realizing you sat on a tail. YOUR tail. Repositioning yourself, you sit back down again, your tail swishing idly behind you.
>So far, you could tell that you were a light blue. Lighter than Rainbow Dash, it looked like. Not only that, you had wings. Big ones. Then again, you were about the size of Big Mac, if a bit thinner... and nowhere near as burly. So you supposed big wings for a big pony made sense.
>Spike finally returned, a mirror held tight in his claws.
>Peering into it, you find a pair of peepers staring back at you, the irises a sunny yellow, like that of Derpy, the local mailmare, sans the walleyed-ness.
>Leaning back, you find that you had quite the masculine jawline... standard fare for a stallion, you supposed. Your own jaw wasn't all THAT impressive.
>Your mane was a darker blue, with streaks of white peppered throughout your massive mop, which faded into a lighter blue, then darkened until it matched the hue of the rest of your mane. Your mane was styled similarly to how your hair had been during your first week in Equestria.
 
>But that wasn't what really drew your attention. What drew your attention was the THING sticking out from the middle of what you assumed to be your forehead, your hair parted by its presence.
>You had a horn.
>You had a pair of wings.
>You look to Twilight, then to Luna, then to Spike, who had set the mirror on the table.
>You blink a couple of times, and lift up the mirror with your magic, which was hard at first, until you realized you had to focus on the horn ON YOUR FUCKING HEAD, rather than your arm.
>You gaze back at your powder-blue face in the mirror's reflection.
>Twilight steps forward, her voice trembling.
>"N-Now Anonymous... I know this might be, uh... strange, but I assure you, EVERYTHING'S FINE... I can fix this, I swear."
"I don't doubt that, Twilight. I just want you to answer one question for me."
>"Y-Yeah?"
"WHY THE FUCK AM I AN ALICORN?!"