"So, what you're saying is that I'm stuck like this?"
These words travel many, many meters. Maybe even miles to their speaker, but only a few inches to the concerned pony he speaks to.
"Well... Yes. The spell can't be undone for a full twenty four hours, you're stuck at this size for a day."
Just a few minutes ago, a spell had gone horribly right. Anon had only expected to lose a few inches, maybe go down a head's height, but almost all of his prior mass had been stripped away. In an intent, almost all of his six feet of height had gone where all magic goes when not in use. He had dwindled down considerably, leaving him a little speck, a mote now resting on the overturned purple hoof of Twilight Sparkle. The nervous squishiness in her face is magnified to detail previously only seen on an IMAX screen as she speaks.
"But, um... This is the perfect time for some research, if you don't mind."
"What research?"
She gives Anon a far-away look.
"Well, this is actually something I've dreamed of for a long time, having a living subject small enough to enter another living body. I've always wondered how ponykind looks from the inside. I've seen many anatomy charts, but they've only got so much detail. I've always wanted to see the real thing, what we look like firsthoof... But secondhoof will work too."
"Sooo... You want me to climb inside a pony?"
"Yes. I want you to enter me."
"Whoa, hold on! That's dangerous! I could get lost in you, or digested in your stomach, or-!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'll be watching through your eyes, I've got magic to spare. And I can help you with it, if I need to."
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