>Be anon the science student
>Have to do a giant presentation on your amazing drink
>It's weird though
>The others barely gave two shits about altering another person's body before
>Now they proclaim you as the second coming of chuck noris
>Ha! He wishes
>Anyway
>You want this to really go well
>Some guys from a company are wondering about your product
>Said something about making a kind of drug?
>Heck no
>You just barely made an antidote
>Like they deserve to market it
>It's risky business
>Oh right
>The presentation
>Check that watch you always have on
>Shoot
>5 minutes
>Rush to the auditorium
>Jump over the river
>Roll through the woods
>To science we shall go
>Made it
>With two minutes to spare
>brush of any branches
>Get your poster of science ready
>Spot a vial on the table
>Looks like water?
>Dammit
>You told the guys to make a similar one
>not one that looks lazily done
>"Anon, one minute. Are you ready?"
>Shitshitshit
>It's the professor
>Toss the vial aside
>some of the water hits your hand
>You shake your profesor's hand with the other hand
"Yes, sir, I'm ready."
>"Good, good, I'll leave you to it."
>He walks away
>ALright let's get ready
>Take a drink of water
>Double Check the poster you spent a whole week on
>Deep breaths
>Ignore that itch on your hand
>Remember, you need to focus hard on the audience
>Any less and you'll be kicked out
>They  already wasted tons of money on this project
>You begin to start the presentation
>The opener is all on how you had motivation to do everything right
>You start to go into the different variables tested when your hand doesn't feel right
>As you motion to your poster you notice something is afoot
>Er, ahoof, that is.
>A hoof has replaced your hand
>Shit, what did your assistants put in that glass of water
>Must be trying to sabotage you
>Can't blame them, one of them missed her niece's birthday to help
>Probably just some hallucinogen
>Just continue like normal
>You gloss over the processes in the experiment
>Just then you hear someone in the corner whisper something
>"...see what he..."
>Ignore them
>Focus
>You keep going on in the presentation
>Unaware that it's not just a glass of water you drank
>But you can't be phased yet
>Not while you still have the data and conclusions to review
>Just ignore the foot cramps
>And that swishing purple tail that pokes out of your waistband
>You're having a hard time standing up right
>You lean on a nearby chair as all eyes are on you
"Posture trouble, my bad," you say in an effeminate tone.
>You keep going on about your findings
>Ignoring that aside from your jacket you are technically nude
>And that you can't stop standing on your tip toes
>Just a little more, though
>Then you can sleep off this drug that you were slipped
>Just tell give the final line
>Woo, that's done.
>Any questions?
>"During the experiment, did you create an antidote for this serum?"
>Duh.
"Of course, it helps cleanse any unnatural DNA within the body. Why do you ask?"
>"I think you might need one."
>Oh.
>Fuck.
>You look over yourself
>Well it was no drug that they slipped you
>The lavender fur and pink highligh on your purple tail show that it was a serum test sample
>To think you shrugged it off on stress and mix ups
>You'll still need to punish your assistants
>But that can wait
"So I do. All for the sake of science, I suppose."
>Nailed it!
>No questions after that
>Phew, now to head back to the lab and get that serum
>It's a shame though
>You wasted a perfectly good Twilight Sparkle serum
>No wings either
>"Hey Anon!"
>Oh it's your professor
"Hey old man."
>He ruffles your head
>"What an ingenious plan, taking the serum yourself to support your work, nothing could be better!"
>Aside from using those two dimwits instead, yeah, it was a pretty cool plan
>But you need the antidote
>Before someone gets the wrong idea
>You say goodbye to him
>You make for your laboratory like mad
>The mental applications work well enough
>Didn't take you 5 minutes to get used to all fours
>You make it to the door
>Now you need your keys
>Keys...
>Keys...
>Wait
>They were in your pants' pocket
>Which is all the way in the exhibit hall
>You gotta be fucking kidding me
>"Forgot something, Anon?"
>You turn back
>The old professor has your keys and garments
>"You always forgot the most minor things in my class, Anon."
>What an old coot
>You couldn't have had a better professor
>You take the keys in your mouth
>They taste bitter
>Note to self: Taste buds do not change when metal is concerned
>You manage to open the door
>"You know..."
>You turn back to the professor
>"Twilight was always my favorite..."
>There's a wide grin on his face
>Oh that fucking bastard
>You can't help but smile at him
"How about you prove it to me?"
>You lower your eyelids enough for him to walk in after you
>He already begins to undress as he heads to the personal bathroom
>You needed to punish someone for this, anyway
>And besides
>That antidote can wait for a bit