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“Ugghhh… stupid machine. Note to self, include breakers or fuses in version12…” Twilight grumbled and sat up, her body feeling sore and heavy after this mistreatment it had suffered at the hands of yet another spectacular failure. She did a quick check to make sure everything was still attached. Legs, two. Check. Arms, two, check. Face, feeling a little swollen. Chest felt a bit tight, too, although that was probably just the adrenaline. Perhaps she should get checked out at the on-campus clinic later. Horn… Horn?
 
The young woman’s eyes crossed slightly as she looked up at the slight protrusion from her forehead. It was the same color as her skin, a nice light purple. Following basic human scientific procedure and lacking any sticks to use for safety’s sake, Twilight raised one hesitant finger and poked at the tip. It sparked slightly, and the feeling of tightness in her body seemed to increase. But Twilight was too busy considering this latest development to consider that.
 
Half of Twilight’s brain was busy cataloging observations about the growing horn spiraling slowly out of her forehead. It felt reasonably warm to the touch, but not fully equal to her body temperature despite the obvious point of attachment. Was it hard keratin? Or… what was the word, ‘alicorn’?
 
The other half of Miss Sparkle’s brain was too busy freaking out. Horn. Horn! Horn? Horn. What in the name of Gregor Mendel was she doing with a horn coming out of her forehead?! And oh geeze it was STILL GROWING! The be-horned girl’s stretching ears flicked slightly as they lengthened, betraying a roiling confusion not fully betrayed by the gaping mouth that was slowly pushing out into a cute equine muzzle.