Anderson woke up feeling like someone had beaten the ever-living shit out of him.
He stamped one hoof wait a minute.
Why the fuck was he in unicorn mode? He opened his eyes, blinked, then realized it wasn't his eyes that were the problem. They were in some sort of stable, stale smelling and heavily marred with the residue of pain and suffering. The people that came into this stable didn't have a good time during their stay. More than a few hadn't left it alive. Fucking fantastic.
And why in the ever-living FUCK was he in unicorn mode? Forcing someone to shift was just ugh, he needed a fucking bath. He needed to run somebody through with his horn. He didn't care how badly or how long that would fuck him up. The only people allowed to force him to shift without explicitly asking were medical professionals and Lynn.