“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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