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embers for eyes. His front left hoof was scorched and cracked, though
standing on it didn’t seem to trouble him. His abdomen held scars as well,
faint white lines and ragged circles that stood out against his dark coat.
Dresden spun himself in a slow circle as he stared at his new body, and
finally all of his twisting and turning made the ‘boxers’ slide off his rear end,
exposing his flank and the cutie mark emblazed upon it – a silver pentacle.
The loss of his final garment did not go unnoticed by Dresden.
“Don't look!” he yelled in a voice that was only slightly higher and smoother
than his original. The former human rose quickly on his back hooves and
tried to cover himself with his forelimbs. Unfortunately, his new form was
decidedly quadrupedal, and with his ‘boxers’ still around his ankles, he
overbalanced, and tumbled over backwards.
A startled moment of silence was quickly broken by gales of laughter from
Bob. Dresden shot the skull a dirty glance, but he couldn’t do much more to
stop the spirit. Twilight sighed and levitated her friend back into a standing
position. “Well, let’s get started,” she said briskly. “We’ve got a lot of ground
to cover, both culturally and physically. Oh – one more thing, though. The
Princess wants you to go by a pseudonym during the ceremony, so I
thought you could just use one of your other names.”
Dresden raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”
Twilight grinned, thrilled that everything was going so well. “I thought we’d
call you ‘Blackstone’.”
The onyx unicorn glanced at his coat and gave a smirk. “Well, if the
horseshoe fits.”