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// Chapter-2 New Problems 
// Story: So Yea... Now I'm a Pony 
// by uraveragebrony 
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All I could do was sit there, panting, while my brain continued to catch up to the crazy events that have plagued my day so far.

First, I’m late for school. Next, I don’t feel so good Mr. Stark, then, I’m a freaking pony. Yea, not the best of days for me.

But what about Brock? I just left him there! Who knows what they could do to him! He was a technicolor horse for crying out loud! I mean, what if they just decide to ship him off to the government or god forbid… let someone adopt him! He can talk, but wouldn’t that just make things worse? Argh, too many what-ifs.

With a frustrated sigh, I finally decided to get to my… hooves…. , Yea, never gonna get used to saying that, deciding to have a bowl of my favorite comfort food, ice cream.

As I finally got to my hooves, the first of many problems hit me. “I don’t have my key…” I said to myself, now realizing that I have absolutely none of my possessions with me anymore. “I wonder…” I mumbled to myself as I walk towards the small garden just to the right of the entrance.

After walking about halfway through the garden of barely living flowers, I found what I was looking for. A normal looking grey stone, except that it had the initials of me and my mother had written right on the center of it.

Praying that it is still there, I flipped the stone and was greeted with a half-buried, slightly rusted, key.

“Yes!” I almost shout, relief filling my body as I now know that I can at the very least get inside my own home and get that holy confection into my body.

Reaching out, a white stump enters the center of my field of vision and makes my second problem very evident.

“Oh, crap…” Is all I can say, my mind unable to think of any kind of solution to this problem… well, one solution. ‘I’m gonna have to eat dirt too…” I thought, hoping for some other crazy idea to spring to the forefront of my mind, only, nothing else ever came.

With a defeated sigh, I put my hoof back on the ground and lowered my head towards the ground. And not more than a second later, the taste of earth-filled my mouth along with a slightly metallic taste. Making sure that the key was in my mouth, I closed my jaw, dirt filling it until I bit something hard and metallic tasting. And after confirming that I had what I thought was the key in my mouth, I raised my head and walked back towards the front door trying my best to ignore the large amount of dirt currently residing in my mouth.

As I stepped back onto the cement walkway, yet another problem slammed into my face. “How do I put the key in?” I tried to say, which ended up coming out as no more than a mumble as my mouth was already occupied.

Staring at the door yielded no results, so I decided to act. First, I decided to try and stick the key into the lock with my mouth. That ended up with me slamming my face into the door repeatedly with little success.

Next, I tried picking up the key with both my forearms. This ultimately made me realize even more how short I am as I couldn’t reach anywhere near the door while sitting down and holding the key with one ha- hoof just wasn’t possible.

But not too long after coming to that realization did it dawn on me. The doggie door. I wanted to immediately reject this idea, mainly so I could attempt to keep this facade of ‘everything is alright’ going. But, not having any other ideas plus me really wanting ice cream was enough to change my mind.

With this now in mind, I walked back over the special rock, spit the key and all the dirt I could back into the flower bed. After cleansing my mouth to the best of my ability, I maneuvered my way out of the dying flowers and started towards the back of the house.

After turning the first corner, I remembered another crucial detail, we have a fence. It was a standard grey chain-link fence you’d find just about anywhere. The gate, however, was another story as we hadn’t been able to open that thing for I don’t even know how long. Every hinge on the lock and the gate itself was completely rusted over. We learned that maybe we shouldn’t have put the gate right under a rain gutter a little too late.

All I needed was a quick glance to know that there was no way I was opening that gate now of all times. Instead, I decided that crawling under the fence was a better idea. This was much easier to carry out as I quickly found a section of the fence folding inward making a gap big enough for me.

Hastily, I trot up to the gap and size it up, double-checking that I can make it through. And after confirming my previous theory, I decided to give it a go. Surprisingly, it worked flawlessly, well… almost. I had completely forgotten about the new appendages I now had adorning my back. I was quickly reminded of their presence when I felt a sharp pain in a place, I have never felt pain before. This caused me to stumble through the rest of the gap. And after taking a few deep breaths while the pain slowly diminished, I looked back and saw a large, marble white feather stuck to the fence.

After staring at the feather for a few seconds, I resumed my goal of getting into my house.

As I trotted up to the door, I was once again reminded of my diminutive size. Our dog used to be a fairly large German shepherd, so the door had to be fairly large to be able to allow him to go in and out freely. This came very much in handy as I seemed to be about the same size, if not a tad bigger, which allowed me to walk right through, only having to duck my head to avoid a bruise.

After passing through the flap on the doggie door, I was greeted with the familiar scene of my living room. Pretty standard. A three-person sofa in front of a tv with the kitchen and dining room just behind it.

Making my way immediately towards the freezer not even stopping for a bowl and spoon, I quickly pulled the bottom of the fridge out. A cold breeze glanced over me, but my attention was solely on the saving grace of my day. My personal tub of chocolate blue-bell ice cream.

Thankfully, we didn’t have much in the freezer which allowed me to easily put my head in and pick up the tub of ice cream with my mouth. After retreating from the freezer, I turned around and gave a little kick with one of my hind legs closing the freezer while also leaving a small dent.

I plopped down in my usual seat, the corner furthest from the living room and kitchen, and proceeded to pry the lid off with my teeth before slamming my mouth directly into the container.

I don’t know how long I sat there eating ice cream. Days, months, years?! Probably about half an hour but that’s what it felt like as I slowly consumed the food that has always calmed me down when I was stressed. Heck, I even make it sometimes and it’s pretty darn good. But ice cream always has been and always will be my favorite.

I was drawn out of my food-induced psychotic break once my tongue no longer picked up ice cream and instead gave a nice big taste of paper. While slightly down that I ran out of ice cream, I decided that nearly a whole gallon was enough for one day.

Still half unconscious from that heavenly experience, I walked over to the sofa and jumped up on the right side before sitting down as a person would and instinctively reaching to the left for the controller. I unconsciously picked up the controller and turned the tv on with a small click.

It took me a second to realize what I had just done, but when it dawned on me, my brain nearly had a meltdown. ‘How did I just… what… hooves…’ was all I could think as I tried to piece together how I just picked up a television remote and pushed a button on said remote without any fingers.

After nearly having another metal break, I tried to repeat what I just did. This resulted in me just pushing random buttons and knocking the controller around in various directions. But no matter what I did, I could not repeat what I had just done.

With a defeated sigh, I slouched back down onto the sofa, deciding that future me would figure out how I did that.

After finally bringing my attention back to the tv, I realized that I was on my mom’s weather channel. She was standing in front of a map of the general area where we lived with various names and numbers all over. She had her usual professional look to her. Standard black and white dress with the high heels she seemed to wear every single day.

My mother loved her job. She always seemed to have a fascination with the weather since she was a kid, or so she told me. I was rather good with the weather stuff too, although I didn’t find it nearly as interesting as she did. She always did her job with passion and energy, though, today that energy seemed to be completely drained from her. Her movements were sluggish, she was barely talking above a quiet voice, and her eyelids drooped like she would fall asleep any second.

This caught my attention almost immediately and caused me to worry. Something must have been wrong. I watch her everyday and she was never like this.

My worries were quickly confirmed as no more than a dozen seconds later, she passed out right onto the middle of the floor. This caused many gasps that could be heard from the people behind the scenes. The camera quickly changed back to the other news reported who was looking worriedly to their left to where my mother was.

A flash of light momentarily blinded the camera almost completely for a few seconds. The camera feed came back a few seconds later accompanied by multiple gasps from what sounded like the whole crew.

This, however, did not last as the scene switched once again to another place, this time a reported in a whole different setting. He said that things were being handled and everyone was alright. This did little to quell my fears though. But, the report didn’t seem to be willing to give up any more information on the topic as he quickly switched to another news story.

I jumped off the couch to look for my phone so I could call her before I remembered I don’t have my phone anymore.

With no way of contacting my mother, I made my way across the living room to my bedroom door before dejectedly walking inside, closing the door, and flopping onto my bed.

Then, I started crying. All the pain, confusion, and anxiety that had built up over the past day all coming out and onto my pillow. I cried for what felt like hours just wishing none of this was real and that things would go back to the way that they were. Nevertheless, I had that constant feeling that this was all too real.

After crying for about half an hour, my mental and physical exhaustion decided to catch up with me as I drifted off to sleep, checks stained with tears.



The school day droned on as usual. Ms. Cherilee stood in front of the whole class attempting to teach basic arithmetic but having little success at retaining all the fillies and colts' attention. This was understandable though as not so long after, the bell dismissing school for the day rang.

“Alright class, have a wonderful day! And remember to finish your homework!” She said to the students funneling out of the exit while waving to them all with her usual perky smile.

“Oh hey Twilight, hey Orange. Have you seen Midnight?” I said as I trotted up to two other fillies conversing amongst each other. These two happened to be my friends since the first days of school we had together. Twilight was a dark blue bat pony with an equally dark purple mane. And Orange was a bright orange earth-pony filly with a lighter orange mane.

“No, we haven’t seen her come out yet.” Twilight responded with a slight shrug and tilt of the head.

“Oh, there she is!” Orange exclaimed while pointing a hoof towards the school entrance where the last of the fillies and colts were leaving the building. It didn’t take me long to spot the dark green unicorn filly exiting the building.

“Hey, Midnight!” I shouted, which got her attention and caused her to redirect the path towards us.

It wasn’t long before the three of us were walking along the dirt roadside by side discussing our plans for the weekend.

“So, you’re all still up for the sleepover at my house on Saturday right?” I asked, looking left and right at all three of my friends.

“Yep! It’s gonna be the best sleepover ever!” Midnight bellowed with a skip in her step.

“Just two more days, then it’s Saturday!” Orange gleefully said as she took up the pace next to Midnight.

Eventually, we were all skipping down the road, a giggling dust storm by all the dirt we were kicking up. However, that fun shortly came to an end as we reached the front yard of my house.

“Bye!” I said while waving to all my friends before I flew up onto the second-floor balcony. I landed with a thud, my bags making it slightly harder to get up than normal. And after pushing the door open and tossing my bag into the corner, I walked over to the stairs in the corner of my room before descending down to the first floor.

Upon, reaching the ground floor, I was greeted by my father, a dark grey stallion with a black mane. Nearly the complete opposite of me, although he said I looked just like the mother.

The thought of mother brought down my mood slightly, but not before dad greeted me. “Hey honey, how was school?”

“Oh the usual I guess, I just can’t wait for the weekend!” I said with excitement leaking into my voice.

“Oh well, guess what we’re going do for the weekend right now.” He said with a grin.

“What are we…” I stopped as the smell of vanilla extract reached my nose, causing me to instantly realize what we were doing. “Ice cream!” I shouted, causing dad to wince slightly before quickly putting the smile back on.

“Yep! We're gonna make all your favorite kinds of ice cream for you and your friends this weekend!” He said while motioning for her to come over. “If we want to make enough, we better get started now!”

I happily responded by pouring the first ingredient into the mixing bowl… all of it.



I was slowly roused from my sleep as a sound I couldn’t recognize reached my ears.

Lazily, I sat up and looked out the window to see that the sun was almost completely gone. Another glance at my nightstand confirmed my suspicion. It was about six meaning I had slept ether around twenty-eight, or more likely, four hours.

My next thought was abruptly cut short as the sound of banging on the front door caught my attention and caused me to gasp so loud the person on the other side of the door probably heard it.

Only one thought ran through my head at that moment. ‘Uh oh…’