Three days, three days had passed and the door had never been reopened, or at least it felt that way. What I had noticed during that time though was that I never felt the need to eat or drink, in fact it felt like that sweet smelling substance in the air was keeping me alive the whole time. Judging by the fact that a human can survive no more than 3 days without water, I would have to say I'm definitely not a human anymore, and whatever I am is either built like a camel, or has no need for water to survive. The first was unlikely, I hadn't discovered any lumps, bumps, or growths that my body could use to store water in, but the second sounded impossible to my scientific mind. Then again my scientific mind also thought it was impossible to do what I was doing right now, and that was transforming into several different things.

Honestly, the discovery must have been a fluke, or it was inevitable, after all it was only when I was severely bored that I had discovered this ability of mine. I had been imagining random things, and during one of my daydreams I had wondered what it might have been like if I had been transformed into a horse like one of the ones I had seen earlier. That was when a flash had appeared leaving me feeling a bit warmer than before. I looked at the mirror and had discovered that I had transformed into one of the horse creatures except that I was white and my buttocks was lacking those strange markings that I had noticed earlier. Of course when I realized the refection I was looking at was real, I began to wonder. My thoughts turned to me as a human, of course nothing happened. Maybe I was a horse the whole time, after all such a creepy insect thing was not very likely to every exsist in the firs- A flash interrupted my thought. A look at the mirror showed my form from earlier had come back. With a sigh I began to think of something else, maybe I could be a tiny purple dragon? A flash of light and a look in the reflection later showed me a small purple dragon with curved green spikes coming from it's back.

"Dude, that's creepy" My voice had changed as well. "What the, is that my voice?". I laughed a bit before switching back to my insect like form. Maybe this didn't have to be as boring as I thought it would be. A duck, then a cat, mouse, moose, sheep, and a goat. All of their forms came easy and all of them lasted a few seconds before I decided on something else. A lizard, a dog, crab, spider, and finally a fish. Of course the last one didn't turn out so well for me as my choice of fish was of the gold persuasion, which as well all know, is not fit for breathing out of water. That was probably the shortest of all the transformations.

I must have been making a lot of noise because at some point there was a loud thumping from below me soon followed by someone yelling "Cut it out with all that racket up there!" So like the complete gentleman that I am, I promptly ignored them and continued transforming into whatever I saw fit. Moose! Cow! A bush! wait a bush? Nothing was out of my reach, at one point I had even transformed into a toaster, which oddly enough seemed to have what looked like a grey skin of some sort stitched around the outside. That one was probably the freakiest of all my transformations so far and closely rivaled the gold fish in 'least amount of time spent in that form'.

Soon enough I had become bored with the new game of mine, and decided on taking another nap. After all naps are an  important part of ones healthy diet, and time spent not napping should be used to eat and not do work accordingly. I suddenly felt like somewhere out there, a man in an orange space suit was smiling upon me, this caused me to suddenly worry. Maybe I should actually do something about the situation I'm in right now, Immediately after that I thought I saw that same mans smile turn to a frown and I felt so much better about myself. I decided that looking over the room once more I might get some hint as to what I could possibly do to free myself. I stood up from my spot in front of the mirror only to hear something shuffle at the same time. The noise had come from behind the mirror, or rather what appeared to be a mirror. My mind had finally made the connection and now I felt like a total idiot for not realizing it sooner.

I stared the mirror down before suddenly charging at it. Angled my head downwards hoping that my horn would be enough to penetrate what I hoped to be a two-way mirror in disguise. Upon impact I closed my eyes, heard a shattering noise and found myself to be immobile. Turn's out it was actually just a normal mirror and my horn was now jammed very well into the wall. Now that I think about it, the shuffling did sound an awful lot like someone getting up, which I had just done, why was I born so stupid? The shatter must have gotten someone's attention as I heard rapid foot steps from elsewhere in the building getting closer. I felt myself blush under how humiliating it would be to be discovered this way and began to struggle against the wall, all the while the sound of steps got closer and more rapid.

The struggle against the cursed wall continued until I heard the door open, at which point I stopped struggling before sitting down and letting out a sigh. Soon enough I heard laughter from behind me before a familiar voice spoke up.

"I was wondering what all that racket was about! What's wrong did your reflection look at you funny?" It was Braeburn, the yellow horse from earlier. Even though I couldn't see his face I could tell from his voice that he was trying hard not to burst out laughing even harder than he already had.

"It's not funny" I said with a little pout, surprising myself with my own laid back attitude. "I wouldn't laugh at you if you got your head stuck on a wall" The moment of silence led me to believe he was giving me a deadpan expression. "Okay maybe I would a little, but I'd still help you". I heard him laugh again before he moved closer to me and started to pull at my shoulders. With a loud pop I was released from the wall and thrown back onto something rather soft, There was also a grunt from somewhere. "Thanks for that" I said before sitting up and rubbing my head and looking around for the yellow stallion, only to find he seemed to no longer be in the room.

"C-care ta get off me partner?" I heard some say below me. Looking down I saw Braeburn's face looking back up at me, and he looked to be struggling to breath. Immediately I hopped off of him and allowed him to breath once more. "he he, Thanks" He said getting up and smiling at me. I was taken aback by his kind demeanor towards me after our first meeting but shrugged it off as nothing.

"So, about that whole horn stuck in the wall thing..." I started before being uninterrupted by him chuckling again.

"Don't worry bout it, never did understand why we put that mirror in here in the first place" He smiled looking over to the remains of the mirror. I followed his gaze and looked upon the pieces, good it seems like he wont mention that humiliation at the moment. "What got you so worked up about it anyways?" I quickly snapped my attention back to the Yellow stallion before muttering to myself, trying to think up and excuse for my sudden attack on the mirror.

"I uh, thought it was a two way mirror?" Crap that was the exact reason too! I mentally slapped myself in the face for trying to use that stupid reason as my brilliant excuse. The stallion simply chuckled and shook his head.

"Nah, we don't got any of them fancy Manehattan interrogation rooms out here, but we make do" I looked around the wooden room once more and shrugged. I'd never been to an actual interrogation room so if it looked any different than the one we were in I wouldn't know. "Anyways it's been three days now and you still haven't tried anything so The Sheriff and I reckon we let you out, but keep you under a close eye" I looked at him in surprise.

"Wait, the sheriff, as in that gray horse tha-"

"Pony" My eye twitched as I was interrupted again.

"What? I asked confused by his interruption.

"You mean pony, horses are native to Saddle Arabia, and you don't see them in these parts too often"

I stared at him before shaking my head and continuing my thought from earlier

"So the pony that punched me in the face last time we met agreed to this?"

"Well" Braeburn started "only cause you're gonna be workin' the orchard with me." I looked at him trying to process what he just said. So after being locked in a room for three days they decided on forcing me to do manual labor, all because I don't look like them? Man these ponies are either really racist, or whatever species I am has always been a problem in the past, which would still be racist.

"Fine, when do we start?" I asked suddenly feeling very lethargic about all this.

"Well, it's almost sundown, so I figured today I'd take you on a short tour before taking you ta my cabin near the orchard!" The stallion seemed to be a little excited about this, as his eyes seemed to brighten up and he couldn't stop moving.

"Very well then, lead the way if you would" I said with a smile, though on the inside I could tell that tomorrow would probably be a living nightmare of work. Braeburn nodded before walking out the door and waiting for me to follow. I hesitated at the prospect of leaving but quickly got over my nervousness. I jumped the threshold between room and hallway before giving a smile and following Braeburn out of the building. Next Chapter: Days in the Orchard Estimated time remaining: 34 Minutes