(Considering how many I've committed you might as well take some pride in the fact that tonight was in the top ten worst. At least, so I'm willing to say.)
>Finally coming to an agreeable arrangemarent with your new body, the barely fathomable pain and burning muscle twitches settle into simple exhaustion and soreness.>Studying the experimaretal appendanges and their movements, it was possible to sit up due to increased musculature mass of the shoulders, hind legs, and most importantly a well built, heavily supported spine.>Making it up to the profoundly important sitting position, Hodch responds with a half-sigh, half-chuckle.
(Firstly think about the complications and implications of that knowledge. Are you willing to place that much trust on Razorback as a whole to keep silent and not ask for bodily transfers? For two, Princess Luna knows more about necromarecy than even I'm
comfortable knowing, Doctor. She would have no difficulties summoning my ka back into existence to kill me. And three, post-mortem courts do exist. The less you know about them.. the better, really.)>Working your way through the incredibly tasty flora, it was a reminder that the mare's body you inhabit was genetically preconditioned to their consumption, even though the pastries were quite good… and then the discovery of a lifetime occurs:>Through your front hoof, you stick the frog onto one of the half-corked bottles, pulling it to you and, rather easily, remove the cork with little more than a change of electromagnetic current.>The, potentially, limitless uses of autonomous electromagnetic field control stunned you until the Starborn outside stopped his mildly fearful laughter.
(Make this the second topic that we will never speak of again, will you please? I've had enough shock and horror for tonight to last me a good two, maybe three weeks if I stretch these memories out.)
(That's the primary reason I used the.. let's just call them curios, instead of certain rites, rituals, or a willing sacrifice to ensure permarenency. The transferee, that is you, becomes truly integrated with the host body down to the level of appreciation she, now you, would have had for flavors, scents, and possibly certain thoughts. For example, what do you feel when I say the word 'cabbage' and 'hot bath' together?)>At that, the image of a small, ripe small cabbage comes to mind, along with the desire to consume one while alone in a hot spring.
(No reason to tell me either one, that's a rather basic test, and.. hm, that might get a little confusing if you're around Nova Flicker. Better idea, how about Doctor Impulse Nova? You DID make a certain highly important decision with such extreme haste that I found your lack of forethought a bit appalling. Then again you're currently a blank flank, so who knows how that'll turn out..)
(And speaking of you'll be, ahem, 'recuperating' in a heated swimming pool under individual therapeutic care for a while. Until you can kneel, sit, stand, walk, and turn freely, that is, so I suggest not eating too many more pastries.)