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One day, I woke up in a stable.
Hmmm, that couldn’t be right. Like I remember being so drunk that my friends had to hail a taxi for me, but what taxi driver would be so insane as to bring me to a stable?
Were there even stables around my place? I lived in the suburbs of a metropolis.
But when I tried to stand up, I stumbled and not because of a hangover.
Rather, my feet were weak and my hands weren’t working.
Or rather, I had no hands.
I HAD NO HANDS.
Oh my goodness. Why were my hands fluff covered hooves? Did I put on some kind of fluffy boots when I was drunk? These were boots, right?
After staring at them for a minute, I found out that they were not.
After examining the most of me – looking at my head was impossible because there was no water in the enclosed stable which was total animal abuse by the way – I realized that my body suspiciously looked like a Galarian Ponyta.
White fur and long purple and blue fluffy mane, tail, and fetlocks… I think I could even feel a horn on my head.
But that couldn’t be right, right?
No way, any evil team in Pokemon would be so evil as to trap an innocent baby Galarian Ponyta like me in a small dreary prison-like stable with no water trough or hay or anything. PETA would have done more than making a few rom hacks of gory Pokemon games if that was the case.
Actually, before that, someone would have sued Nintendo for traumatizing their kids.
This couldn’t be the fluffy, innocent Pokemon world meant for kids.
It definitely wasn’t My Little Pony either.
Maybe I was just in some other world that had unicorns that could look like this?
Ugh… Did the taxi driver get hit by Truck-kun or something? Actually, if that was the case, was the taxi driver here too? Hey, taxi driver! Take responsibility for your passenger and rescue me please! I’m in some kind of dungeon!
My voice, of course, came out as a bray.
Silence.
I sulked and moved to the corner of my cell.
Note to self if I ever get back, never get so black out drunk as to forget everything around me.
Well, if I could ever get drunk.
Could unicorns get drunk?
Weren’t they known in some legends to purify water?
Ugh, to be a pony and not be able to get drunk.