The Front Lawn of the Dorms; Saturday Morning [ 05/19 ].

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"Oh, boy!"

When Butters woke up as a pony again, as he had that one time last summer, he was ecstatic, and he couldn't comprehend why anyone would be anything else. From the moment he stumbled out of bed, tripping on his own hooves, he knew exactly what he wanted to do and he wasted no time prancing out of the doors and onto the yard, where his boundless energy and excitement seemed to be on full display.

Butters was pretending he was a champion race horse, running back and forth. He nearly crouched down on one end of the lawn, wiggling his butt in the air before he call out, "And they're off!" and he barreled forward with loping steps, breathlessly narrating the excitement of the race until he reached the end and cried out, "And he's done it! The clear and unsurprising winner is none other than Butters Stotch, that fine stallion! Well, we know he'll be breeding with the finest filly in the stable tonight! Give us a victory lap, Butters!"

And so he did, mimicking the sounds of the cheering crowd as he pranced about until the next race.


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[suitably_heroic]

"What is wrong with you?"

Atton was not in nearly as high spirits. In fact, his spirits were probably roaming around the caves below Fandom getting drunk.

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"We're ponies!" Butters announced happily, in case the other pony hadn't noticed, with more prancing around in the grass. "I love when we're ponies!"

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"Yeah, well, how about you stay a pony, and in exchange, I turn back?" The 'bargaining' stage had Atton written all over it.

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"I don't think it really works like that," Butters said, giving the other pony a slightly apologetic smile. He stopped for a moment so that he could shrug his shoulders. Were they called shoulders on ponies? Oh, well. "So you might as well just enjoy it!"

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"I don't think so," said Atton.

To punctuate his point, he sat down.

This did not go entirely as planned.

"Dammit!"

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"It takes some getting used to," Butters allowed, though with the other pony attempting to sit, he was taking that as a cue that he made a new friend to frolic with, even if he was the only one frolicking. He pranced on over to Atton and danced around him a bit, clearly unable to lose any of his energy. "Who are you, anyway?" he asked. "It's so hard to tell when you're ponies, unless you really know someone. I'm Butters!"

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Atton shot him a squinty-eyed look. "Trying out new names because you're a pony?"

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"No," said Butters, laughing, "that's my real name! Well, really, my real name is Leopold, but everyone calls me Butters. Butters Stotch."

[suitably_heroic]

Was that a loud burst of pony laughter? Why yes, it was.

"Your name is Butters."

Atton was a lot manlier, Butters.

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"H-hey!" Butters protested. "Butters is a good name. It's my name, anyway, and that's good enough for me! You still haven't even told me yours."

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"I'm Atton," Atton retorted. He was feeling a lot better about basically being collapsed on the dorm lawn now. "Atton Rand."

[stars_and_money]

As usual, Jeremy was taking this bit of weirdness in stride, too. (Disregarding that bit where he'd fallen out of bed and exclaimed "Aw crap, I'm a pony!" anyway.) Coming down the dorm stairs had been an adventure, but his room seemed a little small for his current body, and there was a vast island out here.

So, making it out of the dorms, he shook out his mane and stopped to watch what Butters was doing.

"Is this a race or something?"

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Butters laughed, trotting eagerly and happily over to the other pony. "It sure is!" he said. "At least, it can be! I was mostly just racing with myself, but I don't see why anyone else can't join in. It's fun! Horses are great at racing. I figured that'd be a good way to go, unless you know where we can find some circus performers to stand on our backs."

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"I don't know if I'd want to do that," Jeremy said, because he was boring like that. Or lazy. Having anyone standing on his back sounded uncomfortable. "Also, we don't actually look like any horses I've seen. I mean, sober."

Hallucinations, he was pretty sure, didn't count.

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"You can be the announcer for the races, if you want!" Butters suggested. "I mean, that way, I can save some of my breath for the racing. But you have to make up the names of the other horses, and they have to be good names, like Lickity-Split and Oh No They Didn't."

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Ponies again. Jeez. Kenzi remembered this from last year, the first bit of weirdness she had to deal with, even before the raccoon thing. Time flies.

Not a lot to do, and hey, other pony people outside, so Kenzi went investigating. "Hey."

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"Why, hello there, fellow pony!" Butters cantered up to Kenzi, not recognizing her in her current equine state, and giving her a bright smile. "Come to join the races?"

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"Races?... ooo, yes please." She had wings! A winner was she! "Are there prizes?"

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"Yes," said Butters with a nod. "The winning stallion gets to breed with all the prettiest fillies, and--"

But he stopped, eying the other pony skeptically. "Wait a second," he said. "You sound fami--Who are you?"

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"...And if you're a filly, do you get to breed with all the prettiest stallions?"

Can ponies whistle innocently?

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Butters narrowed his eyes accusingly at the other pony.

"You sound like Kenzi!"

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Well wasn't that a sad pony face? And a hilarious icon? Kenzi pbbbttt's her lips at the other pony, which was a lot easier to do when they were so much bigger. "And you sound like Candy! So, you want to mount all the fillies, hmmm?"

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"Not all the fillies," Butters informed her, with a sniff of his own and a lift of his chin that would have sent a long mane flying if he had one. "Only the pretty ones, so that means you can leave."

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Kenzi got close enough to look down her long-nose at Butters and say, "Candy, I'm hurt. Really and truly. Hurt. I have wings! What do you mean 'not pretty'? And what were the other fillies gonna say about that, hunh, hunh?"

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And Butters looked away innocently. "I'm pretty sure they'd just about agree with me," he said, "'cause they're not only pretty, but they're also real smart."