“Master?” she gasps.

The Shetland unicorn glanced at the new cutie mark of stars on his flank. “Speaking that spell… appears to have made me, a little horse.”

She kneels. “Oh, Master, you’re taking this with great equanimity.”

Equus-mity,” he sighs.

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