Melody felt the cool touch on a part of her leg as something shaved a small patch of her coat away, then applied an antiseptic. She tensed a little more, knowing what was coming next. But she didn’t try to get away—it wasn’t as though being able to make humans wasn’t important to her. She still would’ve preferred to wake up in her own body (albeit a younger, healthier version) than this new, strange form. Though being a pony did have its advantages…