Chapter 64

2-13-15, 3:10 P.M.

Jeremy shivered as he walked back to his dorm room, partially from the frigid weather and partially from anticipation. His wives had told him to report back to them as soon as classes ended today, presumably so he could be transformed into a pony. He was nervous, yeah, but also excited – he vaguely wondered which type of pony he would choose. His first impression was ‘unicorn’, as he’d always wanted to try magic, but maybe a pegasus would be cool too – then he could fly! But if he were an earth pony, he’d have super-strength, apparently… Argh, it was so hard to choose! Part of the problem is that each of the three races were so balanced against each other – with equal advantages and disadvantages.

As Jeremy made his way through the frozen tundra that had once been his college campus and opened the door to his dorm house, he continued to ruminate on which pony he wanted to be. His train of thought was only interrupted when he entered his room and opened the closet, intending to access the portal to Equestria.

To his surprise, Celestia and Chrysalis were waiting for him just beyond the portal, and they instantly perked up upon seeing him.

“About time!” Chrysalis exclaimed, and Jeremy laughed.

“Got slowed down by the weather. So, how are we gonna do this?”

Celestia motioned for him to follow her, and he did so with a sense of increasing excitement and trepidation. As they passed by Luna’s bedroom, Jeremy heard soft breathing from within – clearly Luna was not up yet.

They entered her bedroom, and Celestia turned to face him.

“So, what’ll it be?” she asked, and Jeremy was caught off guard by the question.

“What do you mean?” he responded curiously.

“What race would you like to be?” Celestia clarified, and Jeremy nodded in understanding.

“Hmm. How ‘bout… how about a pegasus?” he asked, and Celestia shared a single, secretive smile with the others before lighting up her horn and stepping forward.

For a moment, everything went white, and Jeremy felt as though he was being ripped apart atom by atom. He was vaguely aware of screaming once before everything went black, and the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was the concerned voices of his three wives.

2-13-15, 5:20 P.M.

Jeremy woke up to find himself wrapped in the sheets of a hospital bed. He felt… different. It wasn’t a feeling he could quite place, but he decided to take in the facts before he made any conclusions.

“First things first,” he muttered, looking down at himself. He promptly stared, before awkwardly raising the bedsheet up.

He was now a dark orange-brown pegasus, with a Cutie Mark of what appeared to be a mass of bubbles spreading outward, each linked to the next. As Jeremy got a closer look, it was revealed that the bubbles were simply spheres. What could it mean? he wondered. It maybe looked like a polymer of some sort… was that a reference to his interest in materials science? Hmm. He reached up a coppery hoof, and attempted to pull his hair down to examine that color as well – finding it to be the same orange as usual, he shrugged and examined his hoof. It had a very fine coat of hair, almost too fine to be visible – same as everypony else. The center was somewhat pliable compared to the outer rim, which was hard and bony – again, no different than what he’d seen before. His wings were also normal, at least from his standpoint – they were like Celestia’s, only smaller. Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to move them – he couldn’t find the muscles to do so.

A nurse trotted in, clipboard in mouth, and smiled down at him.

“Glad to see you’re awake! The Princesses were quite worried about you when they rushed you in here – what in Equestria happened?”

Jeremy gave a small grin. “No idea… can’t remember,” he lied.

The nurse pursed her lip, but said nothing more, and went about checking his physical condition. "What's your name?" she asked, and Jeremy frantically thought of something.

"Uh... Plastic Wings," he finally stammered out, mentally smacking himself. Plastic Wings? What the hell kind of name was that? Strangely, the mare seemed to accept this - maybe he'd stumbled upon a workable Equestrian name?

Finally, she turned to him with a smile back upon her face. “Almost done, dear. Last thing – could you extend your wings for me?”

Jeremy frowned as he remembered that, oh yeah, he was a pegasus now. And had no idea how to use his wings. Oh, joy. He tried to feel around his new body, searching for whatever stimulus would get his wings to actually move. Finally, after a few minutes of the nurse staring at him in anticipation, he gave up, sighing. “I can’t – they won’t move,” he admitted. Then, an idea struck him – he hadn’t been looking forward to using his hooves to walk, but maybe he didn’t have to. “In fact, I, er… can’t really seem to move my body whatsoever, nothing works right,” he mumbled as though confessing to a dirty secret.

The nurse’s eyes widened in surprise. “My goodness, why didn’t you say so? I’ll have a doctor bring up a wheelchair at once,” she decided, and left the room.

A few minutes later, Jeremy had been helped into his wheelchair. The nurse told him to stay put, as she'd received some royal orders regarding his condition and needed to look over them to make sure she got it right. Jeremy amicably waited as she undid the royal seal, and read through the sheaf of papers - judging from the glimpses he got of their contents, it was all very official medical paperwork.

"Teleportation accident, hm?" the mare tsked as she read through the papers. "Lost short-term memory, no muscle memory whatsoever... yes, that all certainly sounds possible. Well, royal orders are to let you go so long as you can move, which you seem to be able to do. Just holler if you need any help!" she cheerfully concluded, wheeling him out the door and waiting for him to begin wheeling himself. Jeremy thanked the mare, and began pushing the wheels with his hooves, inwardly promising to thank Celestia and Luna for bailing him out of the hospital so easily.

A few minutes later, he was rolling himself around the Canterlot hospital, promising that he’d never make fun of wheelchair owners for being slow – not that he ever had in the first place, but this thing took some effort. On the positive side, he’d figured out how to use his hooves to grasp objects – he just had to think about picking up whatever object as he touched his hoof to it. There did, of course, seem to be a weight limit – though Jeremy could exert force on some heavier objects, picking them up was as impossible as ever.

Finally, he made it to the exit, only to realize that the castle was some distance away. Jeremy sighed, and began to slowly make his way back over.

It was slow going, but he had finally reached the palace entrance when he was reminded rather abruptly of the stairs leading up to the door. “Just… dammit,” Jeremy sighed, panting slightly due to exhaustion. He looked up at the daunting set of steps, and tried to figure out a method of getting up them. Finally, he was assisted by a guard pony, who politely informed him that there was a wheelchair ramp some distance around the back. The guard also offered to wheel him over, but Jeremy politely declined.

It took quite a bit of effort, and by the end Jeremy was wishing he had taken the guard up on their offer, but he was finally in the throne room. As soon as Princess Celestia spotted him, she stepped off her throne and made her way over, right past an annoyed Prince Blueblood.

“How are you, my little pony?” she asked, her motherly smile shifting for a moment to reveal a very worried frown.

“Okay, I guess. Can’t really move much more than this,” Jeremy responded, feeling very awkward – now that Princess Celestia stood at more than twice his height, she was rather intimidating. She had since regained that regal demeanor, though, and her horn lit up as she pushed his wheelchair over to the throne dais.

Think we should tell them it’s me? Jeremy telepathically messaged her.

No, Celestia responded. I think they haven’t quite gotten over you yet, and telling them which pony you were would be an open invitation to potentially disastrous consequences.

Jeremy nodded, seeing the logic in this, and Celestia retook the seat of her throne, still using her magic to push his wheelchair towards her and Luna’s bedroom chambers. “My sister will know what to do about your condition,” she called out before the door closed, and Jeremy smiled at the public excuse for his rather sudden appearance.

He quickly arrived at Luna’s room, and tapped on the door, feeling nervous for the first time due to the guards who were posted out front.

“Speak, and enter,” Luna called out, and Jeremy detected the barest hint of irritation beneath her voice – nothing but over a year of knowing her could have possibly picked up on it.

“Hello, Princess Luna, it’s me-“ Jeremy began, trying to think of a name to give himself, but was interrupted as Luna quickly opened the door and pulled him inside with her magic, wheelchair and all.

Princess Luna looked quite disheveled – strands were sticking out of her starry mane, and her eyes looked as tired as Jeremy had ever seen them. Before saying anything, Luna cast a spell, though Jeremy could not determine what it did. His question was answered a moment later as Luna spoke. “There, nopony can hear us. Oh, Jeremy, we were so worried!” she exclaimed.

Jeremy smiled. “I’m fine, really.” Luna looked at him as though he had just swallowed the sun.

“Fine?! Thou art in a wheelchair, how in Tartarus art thou fine?” she asked disbelievingly.

Jeremy rubbed a hoof on his neck nervously, feeling a bit of phantom limb syndrome as he imagined his missing fingers doing the same. “Well, technically, the wheelchair is a coverup – I haven’t yet figured out how to walk or fly, and I didn’t feel like telling the doctors that I only became a pegasus yesterday was a good idea.”

Luna looked at him for a moment, then smiled. “Very well, we suppose that does qualify as ‘fine’,” she responded, sounding as though she disliked the term.

From there, they moved on to teaching him how to move. “Now, dost thou remember how to walk?” Luna asked, an indulgent smile on her face.

Jeremy felt as though he were being set up for some trolling, but decided to play along. “No…” he answered, repressing a chuckle.

“Press the ‘W’ key to go forward, ‘S’ for backwards, and ‘A’ and ‘D’ to move to either side. Oh, and do not forget that thou canst sprint via the Shift key,” she informed him, before bursting into giggles. Jeremy immediately joined in, glad that they were having fun over something this silly. “But seriously, we are not sure how to explain how to walk,” Luna mused, her smile giving way to a concerned frown.

“Perhaps you could demonstrate? I remember teaching Celestia how to walk on two legs,” Jeremy responded curiously.

Luna obliged, walking around her room. “We feel like a dress model,” she complained as she did so, and Jeremy chuckled once more.

“Well, you are beautiful enough to be one,” he responded, giving an indulgent smile to Luna’s seemingly unamused glare of a response.

Finally, after half an hour of instruction, Jeremy could walk normally. “Huh, I’m amazed these are so… synchronized,” he commented.

“Now, about thy wings…” Luna muttered, curiously studying them.

“Yeah, I don’t even know how to get those to move, so…” Jeremy trailed off.

Luna looked him over a moment more, before a devilish grin came to her face. “Well, perhaps the way to find those muscles is through external stimulation,” she decided, circling around him with a somewhat predatory grin on her face.

“What, are you going to electrocute them?” Jeremy asked, somewhat nervous.

“Nay, not… literally…” Luna responded, before gently biting down on the space connecting Jeremy’s wing to his body. Jeremy’s brain practically exploded in a haze of pleasure, and he was aware of emitting a startled but delighted cry as Luna nibbled along the wing length. Finally, she stopped, and Jeremy looked at her, panting slightly due to sheer arousal.

“Why’d… you stop?” he got out.

Luna gestured a hoof. “Look,” she simply replied. Jeremy looked over his shoulder at his wings, which were extending and retracting wildly as the waves of pleasure made their way through his new body. Better yet, he could feel them doing so – the muscles that moved them tensing and loosening somewhere along his sides. Hesitantly, he flexed one of these muscles, and a wing snapped out and smacked Luna across the face.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Jeremy hurriedly apologized.

Luna laughed it off. “Tis’ okay, we expected that quite some time ago,” Luna chuckled.

He got control over his wings after just a few minutes more of experimenting – while he certainly couldn’t fly with them just yet, Jeremy felt sure he could reasonably pass for a fully functioning pony now if he needed to.

“So, now what?” he asked. Luna had raised the moon midway through his “training”, and claimed that the court now opened later on weekends, so she had some time.

“Well… we do have one idea,” Luna trailed off, using her magic to pick him up and deposit him on her bed.

Jeremy gave her a surprised look, and she smirked at him. “Nay, not that. We art waiting for Celestia, after all…”

With that, she snuggled up onto the bed with him, and to Jeremy’s surprise, curled around him instead of the other way around. “We have always wanted to know how this feels,” she sighed contentedly.

“What, being ‘big spoon’?” Jeremy asked.

Luna ran a hoof through his hair, and nodded. “Thou make it seem so… comfortable…” she mumbled, wrapping a wing around him to complete the picture. Once again, Jeremy was reminded of the size difference between the average pony and the Princesses: Her wings covered nearly his entire body.

Some time later, Luna idly trailed a hoof along his belly, and Jeremy hummed contentedly. He could see why this was so enjoyable on his wives’ end: Having someone snuggle around him, hold him as tightly and safely as though he were in his own little bubble of soft, quiet joy… he could get used to this.

“So, how is thy new body so far?” Luna asked, interrupting his train of thought.

“It’s… wonderful,” Jeremy admitted, blushing a little as he wriggled more securely into Luna’s embrace.

Luna nuzzled him on the forehead, and Jeremy returned the gesture clumsily. For a moment, their eyes locked on each other, and the strength of the compassion between them made Jeremy feel as though all the negative events in his life had never even happened.

“We will miss those hands of thine,” Luna whispered into his ear, giving it a gentle nip.

Jeremy shivered, and chuckled. “This just gives me an excuse to be more creative,” he replied, causing Luna to blush.

“My, my – save it for later, won’t thou?” Luna gently chided, giggling slightly.

They settled back into their comfortable positions, neither willing to move and disturb the other. And for a moment, just a single moment in Jeremy’s life, all was completely quiet and still.

He rather liked that.

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