I returned home and spent the rest of the night sleeping, accompanied by the sound of rain, which started a few minutes after I returned. It was really relaxing, so I fell asleep rather quickly.

I woke up early the next morning. The skies were still cloudy, and rain still fell from those clouds. I walked to the window and opened it, letting the fresh air in. I love the smell of rain. It's refreshing and invigorating. Better get myself nice and refreshed, though.

I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I took off my hoodie and looked into the mirror.

Well, seeing myself without wings is, like, really odd. It's like I suddenly became thinner. Hm, my figure is rather slim. I don't know if it's bad or not, but I feel alright. The necklace around my neck is still there, although barely noticeable. Hell, if I had slightly darker fur, the necklace would blend in perfectly.

Now, it's time to clean myself. Thoroughly.

I’ve picked up the habit of cleaning myself up absolutely perfectly every weekend. I never did it before coming to Equestria, but now that I have fur, almost white fur, and since it gets dirty rather easily, it's necessary to make my fur shine. When I was human, I’d just take a quick shower, clean my teeth, dry my hair, and go either straight to bed or outside, depending on the time of day. Not much to it, right? But now I have to really clean myself, sometimes I even have to bathe. It isn't that bad, but it takes a really long time to get myself clean.

Also, it still bothers me that, well, no one cares about nudity. Really, what’s the difference? Maybe it’s because on ponies the primary and secondary, uh, gender indications aren't really visible and are just... hanging there. Or maybe ponies just don't see nudity as a bad thing?

Well, I have yet to see any pony pointing out their privates. Anyway, everything is hidden rather well by our tails and I don’t really look there. Why would I look there in the first place?

There's also another question... Somehow, most people on Earth know that a stallion's dong is long... Seventy five centimeters long, to be precise. Or something like that.

Seeing that ponies here are small even compared to Earthen ponies, so to say, do I have a long dong or is it short in comparison to an average man's dong?

A really weird question, that's for sure. I can always check while having a hard-on and using a ruler to measure the length since centimeters seem to be the same through the worlds, but... I don't really want to find out yet. My... reproduction device is now surely a very different shape. Well, one day I looked between my legs and saw that it's hidden in a... whatever that thing is called. A... pocket, maybe? It just looks strange. And to find out you have a strangely-shaped dong is really... traumatizing, realizing that it may be even smaller than what I used to have is really bringing me down.

Yeah, weird stuff... Definitely should stop thinking about dongs.

...

Dongy dong dong.

...

Yep, no success here.

But I should really stop thinking about dongs. I'm still technically a child, right? I should definitely stop thinking about private parts for a few years unless, well, I age to sixteen or eighteen instantly or twice as fast as normal. Yeah, by winter I'd be at least... twelve or thirteen, if that were true.

But that's not going to happen, right? Aging that fast would be really stupid and would make no sense.

Oh, and I washed myself completely. Huh, I really didn't notice that.

Maybe thinking about dongs can twist time?

...

Dongs, dammit!

...

Yeah, I should keep my mind occupied at all times, or else I'll think about weird stuff.

Some time later.

I was mindlessly strumming my recently acquired acoustic guitar, thinking about ways to change its sound into something more heavy and distorted. I really need to study magic more to find a solution.

Hm... Maybe I should go to the library. Finish that book on courtship, return it, and get something about magic.

So, it's settled!

I placed the guitar near my bed, put on my headphones, grabbed the book, and headed outside.

***

After I got to the library, — totally soaked and dripping everywhere. I had to dry myself thoroughly with telekinesis, only to find that I looked like a fuzzball — I found a nice spot where I won't be disturbed, and resumed reading. What else do ponies do to show love to each other?

Hm... It's rather interesting how they've got some new ways to show care and love. I don't really know why I'm reading it, but, who knows what I'll need in the future? Maybe a mare'll show signs of being interested in me? I’d better be ready, I want to understand them. I don’t need to get into any awkward situations caused by my own stupidity.

Alright, there are many ways to show love. Flowers, the obvious way. Being physically close while brushing your tail against another's body. Straight up saying "I really like you", "I love you", etc.. Yeah, that's useful and obvious. Also, gifts that aren't associated with any particular celebration. Better keep that one in mind, I wouldn't want to get into crap by accidentally giving a gift to someone at the wrong time.

Yeah, so that's it, as far as I can tell. There's another chapter, though.

...

Fucking unholy crap, those are pony versions of sex positions! Really? Really? This can be given to kids?

The chapter is titled "How to make love with pleasure."

Ugh... I have nothing to say about it. Really, it speaks for itself. And I won't be reading it. Definitely not going to.

...

On the other hand—

No! It's like watching horses having sex!

...

...

Hm, it might still be useful in the future... Possibly. Yeah, educational purposes only.

Oh damn, I should be ashamed of this... If anyone sees me with this book, my face will become redder than my mane.

Alright, what do they have here? I feel like a teen who just discovered his dad's porn magazines. There's no porn in it, however, since nothing but the poses are depicted.

Classic style, which is doggy style. Belly to belly position. Hm, this one is missionary position, no? Well, ponies have other names for it, I guess.

There are also descriptions of each position and what they provide. Let's skip that for now.

Alright, what else do they have? Sixty nine... Heh, sixty nine, that's a number everyone knows the meaning of...

No, I should really stop this. For what purpose am I reading this? It's not like I'm getting laid soon. Not for a few years, that's for sure.

I feel like a complete pervert. Oh damn, I've just seen positions for pony sex...

I guess I can never stop thinking about... dongs and butts.

I returned the book and found some books on magic. Since I'm not getting laid, I might as well educate myself. Knowledge, knowledge, and knowledge. That’s what I need right now. To keep my mind off the other stuff.

I returned to the apartment with the new books. It was hard, considering that it was still raining, I had to wrap them in my hoodie.

I don't feel like reading in the library — too many ponies there, they really distract me, walking around, whispering, getting books, all that stuff.

Hm, Moonshine's not here again. What is she doing, I wonder?

Alright, what do I have? "Magicae Fundamentalis", a book of, well, basics of magical theory and practice; "Shaping and Sculpturing", a book about using magic in art; "Mind Strength", a book about raising magical power and control; there are also a few other books that I'm too lazy to list.

Well, I have a lot of time to study. Let's start now! Let's see what the first book has to offer me.

Hm...

Magic, or magisphaere, is an energy that flows through everything that exists in our world. It binds everything together into one, letting anyone with a proper knowledge, training, and equipment, be it natural or artificial, control the flow of energy and use it to one's benefit.

That sounds pretty logical.

The most well-known species that can use magic in one way or another are the ponies. Earth ponies use it to shape barren stretches of earth into fertile land, where crops can be grown; pegasi use magic to control the weather, bringing winds and rain; and unicorns use magic's raw energy, bending it by their will in many different ways, crafting intricate spells.

However, magic, as every force in our world, has a set of rules. The basic rules are:

1. Nothing can be created from nothing. Magic can shape, change, but never create anything that didn’t already exist.

2. Increasing the power of a spell also increases the control required, thus with more power — more control is required.

Yeah, I guess that’s all I need to know for now. I want to get some practice, and the words written here aren't much help.

So, let's see the next book. I need a music section, nothing else.

So... Hm, it is written that a sound's volume can be increased rather easily. To increase one’s voice one must pour power into it. It happens without any horn glow, which is strange. Don't all spells make horns turn into glow-sticks?

Alright, I grabbed my guitar. I used my magic to power the air inside the guitar. After all, that’s why guitars sound the way they do. Because of the empty space in the body.

Time to test it.

*STRUM*

Yeah, definitely louder than before. Maybe twice as loud. Still not distorted, though. Hm... How do I do that? Maybe if I change the air inside? Compress it, for example?

Nah, what if I accidentally ruin the guitar? I'd have to go get another. I better find out what the book says about distortions and stuff.

Alright, let's see... Changing the pitch... Hm, by changing it I can make "wah wah wah" sound. I should keep that in mind.

Hm, there's a sound reversal spell. It, basically, reverts the sound, making it... Reversed. Yeah.

Alright, if I cast that and strum the guitar, by placing a magical barrier between the thing that makes sound — in my case, the strings — and the air supply...

*MURTS*

It sounded really creepy. Better keep that in mind, too. What if I'd like to experiment with it? Maybe even make something using the strange effect.

What about distortion? Does this book even have anything on it?

Yep, there's something. I must... imagine the way the sound must be distorted? That's easy! Hm, what if I imagine a whole guitar amp inside the guitar?

*STRUm*

Uh... That didn’t sound quite right. Maybe it'll sound right if I pour more magic into the spell?

*STRUM!*

Holy crap, that actually worked! The sound is exactly how I need it to be!

This guitar's shape isn't really to my liking. Maybe I'll have to make a new body myself, after all. Oh well, in the name of art I'll do it. Or pay someone who'll do it for me.

But for practice, this guitar suffices. The sound surely does: distorted, heavy, but not overly so.

But I'll practice later. What if the walls here aren't very dense? I don't want to disturb anyone with my practice. After all, I don't know how laws work with this kind of thing. I better practice somewhere else, like the gardens. There aren't any houses nearby, so, it’s the perfect location. I'll go there tonight.

But what will I do for the rest of today? It's still pretty crappy outside, considering the weather. My hoodie has dried out by now, but that doesn't really help much.

Too bad I'm not a writer. I could write here all day long if I had inspiration. I don't know how writers write, anyway. Do they just write in all of their free time? Do they do it on a schedule?

Meh, I doubt that kind of information can be useful to me. Also, I started blabbering about non-important stuff again.

Well, I have nothing to do but to play games on my smartphone and listen to music. That quickly stopped being relaxing, and became more boring than usual. Yeah, I’ve gotta find myself a hobby. There's not a single computer anywhere around here. If there were, and if there were games for it, I'd play all day long. Not exactly the healthiest thing to do, but there's nothing else for me to do.

Hm, I could've done something with Blueblood. So far, he seems adventurous. Maybe that’s what I'd like to do, go adventuring? But where can I find him? Last time, we met by accident.

*knock knock*

Who might that be? Another postmare/pony/whatever?

I walked to the door and opened it.

Well, speak of the devil...

"Hey, Flame!" Blueblood greeted me. "It took me forever to find you! Wanna go adventuring?"

Coincidence? Is anything is this world coincidence? I thought of him, and here he is. Huh.

"C'mon, there's so much stuff to do!" he said, lightly bouncing in place.

"Okay." I nodded.

After all, sitting here all day would be way more boring than going with him.

Author's Notes:

Do you have them strange thoughts sometimes? I sure do.

Not about dongs, though.