//------------------------------// // 1000 miles of beer on the wall // Story: Do you like ponies? // by Solstice87 //------------------------------// From Becca's point of view So Toni is saying that I still have to contribute to the story at some point, and she told me I have to do it now. ugh. So yeah, I'm Rebecca Camp. I shortened my name to Becca when I realized that, if you're in a crowded party, you can't just shout, "REBECCA!" to find me. Because there are usually a ton of Rebeccas, but almost no Beccas. Also, since no one seems to have described themselves by now, I guess I'll describe their physical appearances for you. And since I'm a statistical major, I'm going to present it in scientific format. Toni Daniels: Blond hair that now has a streak of blue in it. Now has pony ears. Closet Pegasister Tall Caucasian Big feet. Like really Big. She's like a size fifteen in womens. High cheekbones. Tries not to show that much emotion. Moderate...Bust? REALLY tiny waist Usually wears jacket and some cartoon tank top with jeans Can eat a ton of food Now has Pegasus wings London Rickman: Small Long brown hair Dancer, along with Horse Back Riding Trainer Now has pony ears Now has unicorn horn Is too energetic Toni's oldest friend For some reason likes the Hamster Dance song? Might like sugar more than people. (who am I kidding, she loves parties, she loves people) Like a miniature Pinkie Pie. Has a lot of muscles. Is a total workaholic. Loves adventures of any kind. Will do anything for anyone, as long as they're her friend. Me- Becca Camp: Moderate height Loves partying Long, dyed, pink hair Now has werewolf ears Now has fangs Now has a tail Feels like freaking out at the moment Doesn't like writing African- American, and proud of it! Am addicted to science and statistics Okay, I'm done now. Michael Brooks: Go listen to "The Man", and you'll know everything you need to know about him. Bulky (played football for a while) Brown hair. Now has a tail. Now has centaur ears. Now has centaur horns. That's all. I definitely do not think he's cute at all. *AHEM* Douglas Rivera: Almost like Fluttershy EXACTLY, except human and a guy. Yup. Fluttershy. Now has blue fur. Now has a green mane. Now is slightly smaller than he used to be. On the U's track team. That's pretty much it. I'm not good at describing the boys. So now that's cleared up, I would like to resume the story where Brooks left off. While he was staring at his new tail, my hands were melding together. Into Paws. Werewolf paws. And then I passed out. And I woke up in my old room, back in Connecticut. And the sun was setting. My OC, Cinnamon Cupid, sat on my bed looking out the window in her pony form. As soon as the sun set across the horizon, a shiver crossed her body, and she morphed into the wolf counterpart that I was turning into. She said, without turning from the window, "I suppose you have some questions to ask?" I contorted my face into my best !@#$-eating grin (the fangs helped with this), and said in my best Yoda voice, "To ask or to not ask, that is the question." Cinnamon turned around with fire in her eyes, and yelled, "I was warned that you were insolent, but I did not think you could joke so in this situation! I AM DISAPPEARING AS YOU ARE GAINING FEATURES! SOON I WILL DISAPPEAR ALTOGETHER!" She snapped her jaw shut, and turned back to to face the window. "It seems you are more concerned with jokes than what is happening. You get one question, instead of more." "Um.. Okay.." I stammered, scared by her outburst. "Will I ever turn into the pony form of you, or will I just be stuck as a werewolf?" Her tail swished back and forth a few times, before answering, "When you gain one more feature, you will shift from being a pony-human hybrid in the day to a werewolf-human hybrid at night. Every night, not just full moons." "Okay... That's slightly creepy." "Not really, when you're me." She looked out the window, silent for a brief amount of time, and spoke again. "You need to wake up now. One of your friends has hooves. Good bye." As my vision wiped clean, I screamed after her, "Wait! Who has hooves! Is everypony okay? ARE THEY IN TROUBLE?!" She turned around in surprise at the 'everypony' comment, but it was too late. I was already awake. Back to Toni's point of view As Becca passed out in her seat, someone (hint, hint, me) was helping Douglas calm down after his hands had morphed into hooves. I was relativity unfazed. I had a tail; so what? I had seen plenty of weirdness this morning. In reality, the blue streak had freaked me out more than the tail. Becca and London woke up suddenly, and Becca started shouting about some werewolf-pony nonsense. London was trying to calm her down, making jokes and hugging her. I clapped my hand to my forehead as I realized that this would take a while. We would be put behind schedule. Finally, through some miracle, we left the gas station unscathed. When we reached Cheyenne, Brooks volunteered to drive. It's not like Douglas could drive now that he had hooves. And London couldn't drive the whole trip either, having failed her driving test five times. She still hadn't achieved her license yet. So now I was lying down in the backseat. London had shoved me back here, saying, "Toni! You need sleep!" I suppose I did, but I was more looking forward to seeing Stealle Speeder than anything else. Before I passed out, I told everypony not to do anything stupid. And with that, I decided to take a trip to dreamland. I plopped back in the room with the portals, with Stealle in the same spot she had been in last time. "Welcome back. I see you're almost to Chicago," She smiled serenely. I snorted. "Please. We must only be in Lincoln by now, thanks to another transformation when we were leaving the gas station." That didn't faze her. "Even so, you are close to home." "You mean Atlanta? First off, I haven't lived there in years, and secondly, we're still miles from there." "No... I don't mean Atlanta. I mean the place where you and your friends truly belong. Where all the bronies and pegasisters belong." she said with a poker face. "Wait... where all of us belong? What do you mean? Do you mean Equ-" "So tell me about your route to Chicago!"She said, butting in. I paused, suddenly having the extreme urge to tell Stealle about our route to Chicago. I mentally shrugged. Why not? Because you were about to figure out where you and your friends are going, you nimwit! Oh, hello there, sarcastic voice in my head. Could you butt out, please? No. I'm part of you. I don't really think I could be that stubborn. You'd be surprised. Whatever. I smiled at Stealle Speeder, and began telling her the route to Chicago we were taking. "Well, we started in Salt Lake City. Then, ..." And so I passed the time talking to Stealle Speeder. It was very relaxing, like going to a spa and having every calming treatment they had there. Eventually, Stealle Speeder said she had to go, and departed. Likewise, I woke up. "Five-hundred-and-twenty-five bottles of beer on the wall...." I woke up to the sound of everybody singing. I lay still for a few moments, listening. They weren't all that bad, considering. I sat up. London noticed me and said, "Hi Toni! You were out for a while! We all got a new transformation, and we're coming into Davenport! We only have about three hours until Chigago!" "Okay.." I frowned. ".... Just what day is it exactly?" London giggled. "It's the eighth! You've been sleeping since this morning!" She looked at her watch. "To be exact, it's about six forty-eight!" Just then I noticed that London had gotten smaller. REALLY small. Plus she had a... muzzle? This was weird. I looked around the van. Brooks was still driving, being the only one available, but his horns had gotten taller and were reaching the top of the car. He had gotten smaller, too. Becca had fur covering her entire body. Douglas was sporting a pair of pony legs, with a green fire cutie mark on his butt. Yeah. He had pony legs, so they were to small for pants. Everypony was smaller. I looked down at myself, but nothing seemed to have changed. I sat up and stretched my wings out to as far as they could go in the cramped space. "Ugh... Can we get to a rest stop soon?" I moaned. "Sure," Brooks answered from the front. "We're pulling up to one right now." We pulled into the gas station, and Brooks started filling up the tank. I rushed inside with my hood up, and my jacket covering my wings. I pushed through the door into the Ladies' bathroom, and got into a stall. I pulled my pants down, and saw I had silver fur going up and down my legs. I also had Stealle Speeder's cutie mark on my butt. The cutie mark was a complete teller of my personality. It was a silver sword layered over a crescent moon, over a sun. I pulled my jeans back up, and took off my jacket. Sure enough, silver fur was covering my arms, shoulders, and stomach. And slightly more sensitive areas. Ugh. I sighed, and pulled back on my jacket. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed some drinks from the coolers. The TV above the counter was playing a news story, saying, "Male and Female fans of the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic are slowly transforming into characters they created, called OCs. There is a convention being held in Chicago to sort out this issue.", A female reporter said, while standing in front of a big building. The cashier was watching this, snorted, and turned it off. He started to check my items out, saying as he went along, "Now who would watch a stupid show like that?" He sniggered. I was seized by rage, but he continued, oblivious to my reaction. "...Those... bronies, they call themselves? Yeah. They sound really stupid to like a children's show. I would never be so stupid." Red clouded my vision. I paid him, and then said, "Maybe I would be so stupid." I took off my jacket and freed my wings, extending them to their full length. I was a bit smaller, but my wings weren't. They seemed bigger because of my smaller size. He stared at my wings in shock, and managed to stammer out, "F- F- FREAK! YOU'RE A FREAK!" I raised an eyebrow, and took my items, carrying my jacket. I pushed open the door, and exited. I went over to the car, and distributed the drinks. London peeked her head out of the car, and squealed. "Toni!" She screeched. "You're flying!" "I am?" I said, looking down. Sure enough, I was hovering a few inches off the ground. "Get in the car!" London ordered. "Brooks, step on it! We're getting everypony to a wide open field where I can practice magic, and Toni can try flying to greater heights!" A few moments later, we arrived at a giant expanse of space. The sun was starting to drift off , disappearing under the horizon. I stepped out of the car, just in time to feel my back contort. London rushed over worriedly, but stopped short, her legs becoming that of a pony's. Becca keeled over, her eyes becoming bigger, and her pupils becoming slits. Douglas had a muzzle and ears pushing out of his head. Brooks' arms became more muscular, and he got taller. When I was able to stand up, I was much smaller. Like only about four feet. My wings felt comfortable on my back, me finally fitting them. London used her horn to help her stand up on her new violet pony legs. Her hair also seemed... longer. And a lighter brown. I stood up, and said in a wavering (slightly higher) voice, "I think we need to get to Chicago soon." "No kidding." Brooks said. "I'm turning into Eclipsed Sunbeam." "Why did I have to make Arabian Harvest so small," Douglas moaned. He was considerably smaller. Smaller than me now. London seemed to be the only one that was happy. She was bouncing around, singing, "I'm turning into a pony, I'm turning into a pony," at the top of her voice. I sighed, and spread my wings wide, determined to fly, even a little. I started flapping my wings a little bit, feeling myself hover off the ground. I narrowed my eyes in concentration, and gave one giant flap to take off. I shot up into the air, and could see everypony down below. Congratulations. You finally did it. Was there ever a doubt? Yeah. Mine. Oh, Shut up. I'm happy, does that mean anything to you? You tell me. Shut up brain. I smiled down at London, and went into a steep dive. London shrieked, certain I was going to crash into the pavement. At the last second, I snapped open my wings, and let myself be carried up by the wind currents. I smiled. Maybe today wasn't so bad after all. So we arrived in Chicago at about 9:00 due to my break to try flying. London was gushing at my wings, and I had the biggest grin on my face. Biggest grin ever. When we got there, we drove to the convention center. Funny, we saw another van leaving from a different exit/entrance. I don't think they noticed us. We drove into the parking lot, and left as soon as we saw no other cars were there. The convention was probably a few days from now. We started looking for hotels. The first few we went to were booked. Then we came to another motel. We went up to the desk and inquired after a available room. The woman manning the front desk tried to not look at us as much as possible. They had one room left. We paid for our first night, tonight, and climbed up the stairs with our room key. We opened the door to our room, and took a look around. There was only one room, with a bathroom off to the side. Two beds lined the walls, and a TV sat on top of a chest of drawers. There was a couch, and a closet, too. I pulled my suitcase into the room, and helped everypony else with their luggage. Douglas and Becca were the only ones that needed help. Brooks had beefed up enough to carry his own, (which was huge) and London floated hers into the room using magic. "So..." I said, looking around the room, "Who wants the beds?" "I call one!" London gleefully shouted, and leaped onto her chosen bed. Douglas looked around shyly. "Does anyone want the other one?" Everypony shook their heads. "I guess I'll just take it then," He shrugged. Becca called the couch, understandably. She often collapsed on the couch in our dorm, after a hard night of partying. I spread out my sleeping bag on the floor, and set my pillow down. I lay my head on the pillow, and was about to shut my eyes, but London whispered, "Toni.... what's going to happen to us?" I flipped to face her, and whispered back, "I don't know. I'm sorry." "Okay," She said, her voice trailing off into sleep, "Because I was wondering.... zzzzz" I turned away from London, and wondered what was happening.